Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)
Mirchell's eyelashes fluttered, her gaze briefly unfocusing as her tail scooped back the blonde hair; the pleasure and desire, the warmth and wetness of tongue, lips and mouth working around her cock, and more specifically being able to see each and every little detail of Simone's face as she worked across the shaft sending electric tingles up the demon's spine, her tail briefly stiffening up, shivering against her angelic counterpart's cheek. The entire series of motions was accompanied by a sticky dribble of the albino's pre; salty, and plentiful. Yet another sign on the ever-growing pile of just how much the demoness was enjoying their little session.
The sullen, sultry looks she received as her words prompted the blonde into pulling back though, were simply returned with a broad, careless grin, full of sharp teeth, as another kind of pleasure; the childish glee of mocking and taunting playfully, but that was to be pretty shortlived; the more physical kind of pleasure was taking priority right now. And as Simone took the opportunity to show off even more of her 'valuable skills', Mirchell in turn, moaned contentedly, her firm, round breasts quivering noticeably as her torso trembled with gleeful anticipation, feeling the tongue weaving and wrapping around her member fingers squeezing at the base.
Her toes curled into the dirt, and for a little while after that, Mirchell tilted her head backwards, shivering, even purring like a kitten as her knees pulled themselves apart, determined to give Simone all the freedom she needed to work away. And oh, what work it was. The slippery, drool-coated, pre-spilling tool was throbbing happily, as each and every nerve ending was tended to so exquisitely.
Everything so far though, paled in comparison to what came next, and as she felt the warm, tight tunnel of Simone's throat wrapping itself around her shaft, the lips pressing into the warm, ashen flesh of her crotch, transformed testicles against the angels chin, and she began to make swallowing motions, the demoness could not help but gasp; her eyes and mouth shot wide open for a moment, whilst her long, knife-like ears quivered and twitched, before all at once, she began to relax; her eyelids drooped, leaving just a slit of her eyes visible, and her lower lip was sucked backwards as her mouth closed, idly chewing upon her lip and purring happily as she enjoyed this new motion.
Her fingers relaxed too, splaying out over the dirt, before twitching back into fists; the dirty gulping sound which accompanied the swallowing motions doing as much for Mirchell's arousal as the swallowing itself, milking small squirts of precum from the albino's tip as it throbbed happily in those confines. Good things cannot last forever though, and as Simone slipped backwards, gasping, and pulling air into her throat, the shock of cold air hitting her drool-soaked, sensitive rod made Mirchell groan; her muscles convulsed briefly, and a squirt of sticky pre splattered itself over her companion's lips and cheek, dribbling wetly downwards.
Simone's words though, brought a throaty, almost growly chuckle past the larger demon's lips, and she canted her head to the side, pushing herself almost into a sitting position to gaze down at the blonde. Her tail twitched, coiling around one of the angel's ears briefly, before starting to slip downwards as the lips spread themselves over her cock a few more times.
Eventually the long, slender black appendage wound itself, loosely and playfully, around Simone's throat, the soft and fuzzy appendage gently undulating against her flesh, though at the threat of stopping, it did tighten up briefly before relaxing once more, though the demon's expression of gleeful, even giddy amusement and arousal did not falter. "Sweet Simone, you know full well I wouldn't let you stop by now~ Oh contrare, and I think you'd rather finish me off into your belly than let me put it anywhere else, assuming our last little bout didn't do any... Harm, mhm~?" she crooned sweetly, even laughing briefly, before descending once more into a contented purr as those delicious, soft lips wrapped themselves once more around her ashen cock, descending down the first few inches, the tongue wetly flicking back and forth against the veined underside.
And again, Simone stepped up the play, as she started to deepthroat the tainted, demonic tool once more, her cheeks billowing and throat working as she sucked and swallowed at the length, pre spilling messily over the inside of the angel's maw as she got further and further down, until her lips were even kissing up once more against Mirchell's crotch, and she groaned happily at the sensation of being bent, and milked like this.
Soon enough though, Mirchell realised what the blonde cyclops was doing, and she grinned wickedly. Her tail unravelled from around Simone's throat, and shot downwards, even extending past it's normal length to start assisting the angel in removing her garments, lifting and tugging at the cloth to guide Simone's own attempts without sight, until finally both demon and angel were naked, the former sweaty and moaning in pleasure as her cock was tended to so beautifully.
Then though, as the angel came up for air once more though, leaving that demonic prick pink with needy arousal, Mirchell made a quick move. Her powerful legs jerked up from the floor, wrapping around Simone's torso. Her feet overlapped, and locked together, ankles pressing into the small of her companion's spine, before the demoness twisted to the side, aiming to combine her own brutish strength with the element of surprise, to twist Simone down onto her back, and enable Mirchell to straddle over the angel's chest, ass pressing down into the pillows of the blonde's breasts, with her cock rigid and throbbing dripping saliva and pre onto the cyclop's face.
"Then again, I'm certain you'd tease me all day long if I let you~ Unfortunately, that is not the case, sweet Simone~ I hope you're hungry after our excitement last night!" the demoness jibed, even giving out a childish giggle as she shifted forwards, aiming to pin the blonde angel's arms down with her knees, even as her tail flicked and coiled up behind the angel's head, to prop it up as Mirchell's hips pushed forwards.
If successful, the demoness would aim to press her cock into her companion's mouth once more, but for the last time now. The wonderful blowjob had taken it's toll, and now the need to blow her load was overcoming her desire to enjoy the display of oral prowess. Long-fingered hands came down, brushing tenderly at the hair across Simone's face... Before taking a grip once her face was fully revealed, and Mirchell started to roll her hips, shifting her throbbing shaft around inside the wet, drooling maw.
It didn't even take long of that though, so close to her peak as she was, before Mirchell almost tripped over the metaphorical edge; she gasped, muscles tensing briefly, before the first rope of sticky, tainted jizz erupted from the tip of her girlcock; it splattered wetly across the back of Simone's throat, even as motor control failed the demoness. Her arms spasmed, before dropping away from her companion's head, leaving the angel free to pull back and away if she wished, whilst the ashen thighs turned to jelly, quivering and rapidly losing strength as her cock erupted.
All in all, it was quite a hefty climax; all the excitement and adrenaline of the previous night, combined with likely the best blowjob the demon had received, leading to a veritable explosion of seed; even if Simone opted to keep her head in place, swallowing it all with how quickly it was pouring out would likely prove nigh-insurmountable, though overpowering the climaxing demon would in turn prove a simple task. Mirchell simply did not wish to fight back right now, as she gave herself over to the bliss of release, splattering her tainted seed wherever the angel opted to point it.
Soon enough though, the albino was spent, and she groaned happily as the flow of cum petered out. Her tail twitched erratically, draped across Simone's shoulder, before, assuming Simone had not already thrown her down, Mirchell would simply collapse of her own accord, smiling blissfully, eyelids fluttering, and her fingers, toes and tail all twitching and curling erratically as she splayed out over the cold dirt, simply breathing, and enjoying the sensation of her afterglow.
