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"Relax, love," the voice runs up her spine like a shiver. She can feel the succubus' lips pressing soft kisses over the swell of ass, and making her way upwards, unbearably hot against her sun-browned skin, liquid fire left in their wake. The weight of her redeemed lover's thighs against her own, the brush of her scarlet hair against her left side, and oh, those kisses that have worked their way up to her shoulderblades with a frustrating slowness that only makes her need them more... all of this makes her squirm, despite all her discipline; she tries, reflexively, to turn over, but between the bindings connecting her wrists to the headboard and the weight of the succubus on her, it's more than she can manage. Dara, paladin of Sune, high-ranking member of the Order of the Ruby Rose, lets out the kind of low moan of uncontrolled--uncontrollable--need that she's used to eliciting from those she lies with. The reversal doesn't strike her as particularly funny, at the moment--not with her white-knuckled hands clutching the headboard, the black ringlets of her hair mercifully spilling down to hide her eyes, and her back arching involuntarily into the succubus. Round breasts press against her back as the lips touch the back of her neck, even more lightly, and she shudders, giving up control. "Nnh. Shalla, p-please," she whimpers with an exhalation that doesn't hide the words. "Relax," the succubus orders again, and then her weight shifts, and Dara can feel something altogether different pressing against her. Succubi, she remembers through a red haze of need, are shapeshifters. Oh. Oh, Sune.
The head of the demon's newly-formed cock presses against her ass, pale against the dark skin in a contrast the succubus takes a moment to enjoy. When Dara's hips twitch in response, she knows it's time to stop teasing. |