Incubus's Hot Day: You Rim the Succubus's Ass (Patreon)

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“Eat my asshole out right now, incubus,” Lilah groans, her lusts flaring through her. It makes you so hard. “I need it! Please me! Make me cum!”

How can you say no to that asshole?

You can't. 

You fall to your knees behind her. You grab her butt-cheeks, squeezing her round rump in your hand. You massage her flesh, making her wiggle. Her tangy musk fills your nose as you bring your face between the soft cheeks of her ass.

“Mmm, make that slut cum, stud,” Amber moans, her hands rubbing at her cum-stained thighs. They slide higher and higher up her flesh, vanishing beneath her jean skirt. You've unleashed that inner pervert in her.

It makes you love Amber more.

You bury your face between Lilah's butt-cheeks. Your tongue licks through her crack and finds her asshole. You taste the sour flavor of her asshole, this wicked delight that makes your dick harden. Rapture surges through her as your tongue swirls around her sphincter. You caress her puckered hole, savoring that nasty flavor.

Her lusts spill through you as you pleasure her. As you fulfill her request. You probe your tongue against her asshole, pushing at the tight, sour ring. She groans as you wiggle into her bowels. She gasps, her butt-cheeks clenching as you probe into her velvety depths.

“That's it,” she groans. “Mmm, such a good, little incubus for licking my asshole.”

Something about her words ripples through you. A dominance that... 

Her lusts pour into you before you can react. Her commanding passions sweeps through you as you flutter your tongue around inside of her asshole. You've submitted to her passion. She commanded you to do it. And now her lusts are consuming you.

You want to keep eating her asshole. You have to keep eating her asshole. To worshiping her sour hole. You groan, your eyes squeezing shut as her passion spills through you, her desires becoming the chains that ties your soul to hers.

It's so wonderful to please her. To worship her asshole. To savor her sour musk. You growl, putting your all into her passion, into giving her what she craves. She gasps and moans, wiggling her hips as you feast on her.

“That's it, you little incubus,” she purrs. “Mmm, such a good, little ass licker. You're going to worship my asshole, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you groan.

“Yes, what, pet?” she asks.

“Yes...” You don't know what to say.

“My queen,” she moans. “Mmm, yes, pet. Just worship your queen's asshole with that tongue.”

“Stud?” Amber asks, her voice quivering. 

A part of you wants to respond to Amber, but... Your Queen's asshole tastes so good. It's the best thing in the world. And if you make her cum, you just know she'll reward you with eating her asshole out again and again.

You jam your tongue as deep into her bowels as you can. You flutter it around into her, caressing her velvety flesh. Your fingers slid up your Queen's thighs. You have to please your succubus as her lusts bathe your soul in her passion.

You drown in her as you jam two fingers into her cunt.

“Yes, my little pet!” groans Lilah. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you're mine aren't you?”

“Yes, my Queen,” you moan, feverish now to make her cum. You don't care at all about your throbbing dick. All that matters is her pleasure.

You pump your fingers into her pussy. You ram your digits in and out of her silky snatch. Her flesh squeezes down on them as her passion builds. Juices pour down your wrist. Her tangy passion mixes with that sour perfume of her asshole. Your tongue swirling through her asshole makes her quiver.

“My little pet!” she screams.

Her orgasm explodes through her. You vaguely hear Amber cry out in ecstasy, joining the distant moans of all those watching. You don't care about any of them. Just the climatic rapture flooding out of her and bathing your soul and the heat of her juices gushing out of her snatch and coating our hand. She bucks and shudders.

Your cock erupts in your jeans. Ecstasy surges through you. You revel in the delight of pleasing her, in giving her the passion that she craves. Her asshole writhes about your tongue. Her pussy convulses about your digits.

“Mmm, yes, my little pet,” she groans. “You're going to worship my asshole whenever I want it.”

“Yes, my Queen,” you groan, your boxers sticky with the cum spurting out of your cock. Your body shudders through your orgasmic delight.

“Wonderful,” she purrs, pulling away from you. “Come, pet.”

She strides off, letting her skirt fall over her hips. You rise and hurry after, licking your lips, savoring the sour musk. You past Amber quivering on the floor, lost to the pleasure that burst out of your Queen. You don't give her a look back. Whatever you felt for Amber is gone.

Your Queen has collared your soul and holds tight to the leash. You're her pet forever, hungry to please her in any way you can.

The Succubus's Pet Ending