DD 304 Ch 17 (Patreon)

I knocked on the door. "You in here, Des?" I pushed it open, peeking around the edge, expecting to see her, but she wasn't there.

"Des?" I asked, looking around, only for the closet door to slide open as Des sashayed out, dragging her fingertips along the frame and wearing her patented sexy smirk.

"Oh, Ken, wonderful of you to join us," she smiled, leaning on the doorframe. Her purple hair fell down her shoulders like a waterfall, pulled forward to draw my attention down to her barely contained chest. It was bound on a sheer silken number that artfully trapped my eyes between them before lifting them back up to her hungry eyes that were undressing me piece by piece.

I lifted an eyebrow.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked. I let my eyes rove her form as she gave me a small smile and a twirl.

"Somehow, I think you knew I was coming." I told her.

"Yep! A little birdie told me you were coming, though you took longer than expected." She planted her hands on her hips with a pout that made me want to drop everything and comfort her.

"There was a bit of a situation… well, multiple situations that I needed to take care of, because I wanted to give you my full attention when I got here." I closed the distance.

She narrowed her eyes at my words. "That's a fairly decent excuse," she said, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up, nearly overflowing the nightgown she was wearing.

"I'll take a decent excuse," I said with a shrug, moving quickly to pull her against me and feel the softness of her body meld into mine as my hands ran along her silken thighs.

"Now, to what honor do I owe this?" I drank her in, looking down at my stunning woman.

Des was always a beauty, but like any sane man, I knew when to appreciate the extra details on display today. She was in a thin, black, lacy number that left nothing to the imagination and invited dangerous thoughts. Her hair was subtly different, and I knew enough to know to appreciate the work she had clearly put into the look. Rather than its typical purple, straight curtain, there was an ever-so-slight, purposeful wave to it that made it seem a touch sexier. Not to mention, she had most certainly done her makeup for me. At the edge of her eyes was a wonderful contrast with the shadowy smoke on her lids. It was subtle, because Des didn't need any makeup to be stunning, but I had to admit what she had done drew me into her.

"You look beautiful," I said, pulling back that lock of hair that so often tried to obscure one of her eyes. I liked staring into the eye that had changed with her first demonic transformation, her iris turned into a heart, glowed a pink that only grew more fiery with her affection.

She batted her lashes and plucked at the collar of my shirt. “Do you remember what I've been working on?"

"Of course. How could I forget what's been keeping you from me?" I said pointedly.

"Well, it's done. Your grandmother has given her full blessing that I can perform the ritual I've made for you." She traced a finger along my jaw, a brilliant smile on her face. This was her ritual to turn herself into a full-blown succubus, rather than just the temptress she'd become. It would change her race in the system, but it would also change her fundamentally.

I should know, I was turned into an incubus.

"All right. What do you need from me?" I asked, and she gave me a coy smirk.

"Just a little time." She answered in a sultry voice.

I was fairly certain the time she needed from me was going to be enjoyable based on the way it was starting.

"Less cryptic and more honest," I said.

She pouted. "You gave Penny her fantasy. Now let me have mine."

"Which is?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"To tempt you into bed," she answered with a brilliant smile.

"Is this a bad decision I'm about to make?" 

"No," she huffed, and crossed her arms once more. I smiled, blatantly looking down and enjoying the mounds, knowing she would enjoy me staring.

She huffed, her chest rising and falling. "I am fairly certain that when we're done here today, you'll think it's the best decision of your life."

"Well, good, then. Tempt away," I offered, raising my eyes back up to meet hers. She ran a delicate finger along my jaw before kissing me fiercely, her hands tangling into my hair as the space between our bodies vanished. It was like we were one. I felt her nails raking over every inch of my body and almost to the point that felt like pleasurable scratching of my soul as the two of us made out there in the room.

“Stay with me?” Des asked, her heart-shaped pupil pulsing a bright pink with the question.

“Of course. Why would I go anywhere else?” I smiled at her, pouring my desire through my every action.

Spending time with the other demons, I had met more than a few succubi, and though they were all drop-dead gorgeous, there was always something special about Des.

Our shared experiences no doubt played into it, but it was more than that. I was helplessly and hopelessly in love with the woman, and she me, even if there was still a playful inclination between the two of us to tease each other.

So if she wanted to play out some fantasy, I was going to happily oblige her.

“What now?” I asked.

“Now, why don't you come to bed with me?” She pulled a piece of sheer cloth out from behind her back, looped it over my neck, and used it to pull me down for another sensual kiss where we savored each other's lips longer than was appropriate.

After devouring me, she pulled back to stare at me before her hand found mine and she walked backwards, leading me towards the bed.

I followed along happily, taking in her outfit and the sway of her hips only for her to catch me and blow me a kiss.

When we reached the bed, Des locked eyes with me as she popped her pert butt on top of the side of the bed, shifting back slightly to where she could spread her legs and pull me against her.

I stepped up to her, noticing the floor under my feet had changed slightly. Leaning back, I took in the intricate magic circle that was carved into the floor under the bed. Staring at it a moment more, I was fairly certain that it was filled with blood.

“What's that?” I asked, pointing at the circle.

Des shrugged with a playful smile. “Nothing.” She batted her lashes and reached forward, pulling me against her as she toppled backwards onto the bed.

I grinned, knowing this was her enjoying herself.

She would never do anything to harm me. She was simply having fun being mysterious.

“Is that so?” I asked. “Because it looks like...”

Des pulled me down into a kiss to stop me from asking more questions.

I went along with it, letting my body rest on top of her for a moment before pulling up and running my fingers along the seams of her clothes before ripping them off of her and exposing her body.

“Wonderful,” Des purred, kissing me and stealing my attention away as her hands deftly unclothed me.

Before I'd really even realized what had happened, I'd been stripped bare before her, and Des's hungry eyes roved over me like they were memorizing every inch. “I love you, Ken.”

She surprised me with those words. I knew she felt that way, but I had thought we were role playing something slightly different. I had expected her to be leaning purely into lust.

“I love you too, Des,” I told her, holding her chin firmly as I leaned down and kissed her softly, letting our lips brush with passion. “No matter what happens tonight, you will always be mine.”

She beamed up at me. “Of course. I would have been offended if you had thought anything else. You will never escape me,” she promised with the ferocity of our love that we shared.

I kissed her again and pressed her to the bed, cupping her tight ass and pressing myself against her.

She held a finger to my chest. “We love each other, but tonight I want your raw, unfiltered lust.” Her nails dragged along my scalp, in something that was more pleasure than pain. Then she let out a deep moan that stirred my libido and sent all of my blood rushing south.

“I need you, Ken. I need you to ruin me.” Her voice was raspy with need.

I kissed her neck like a man dying of thirst, pushing her down onto the bed and running my hands over every curve, savoring the way her body was mine to mold.

Her clothing was little more than a ragged strip that I peeled away further so that I could touch every delicious inch of her.

I spread her legs and brushed her waiting slit with a knuckle, knowing that I would find her already wet with anticipation. I enjoyed the way she curled and moaned to my touch. She was more sensitive than ever, already gasping and clinging hard to me.

“Oh. Maybe denying you for a little bit makes you that much more fun.” I teased, running a finger along her lower lips and pausing just at the precipice.

“No.” She grabbed my wrist and began to pump my fingers in and out, her fingernails becoming like claws in my shoulder as she held tight.

“Greedy.” I kissed along her neck as she opened her whole body to me.

“Yes,” she moaned before grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand up as she sucked her own juices off my fingers while her eyes rolled back up into her head. “Rail me, Ken. I need your lust.” She dragged the word out, kissing me hungrily, even as her wet sex ground against me with even more urgent need than before.

I couldn't help but let out a light chuckle as I saw her unfocused eyes that were seeing nothing, but wanting everything. “I love you, Des.” I kissed her cheek again. “Even if you're half crazed from abstaining.”

“Yes. Need.” She pawed at her breasts as she lay below me in nothing but stockings. She certainly hadn't been wearing anything underneath that sheer nighty. And with her having removed my clothes earlier, there was nothing left between us.

She was clearly eager enough. I thought it would be cruel to keep her waiting. I plunged myself into her sex without any further preamble.

Des wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed me all the way into the hilt as her eyes began to flutter as the magic circle carved around us glowed.

“This is what I get for loving a warlock, isn't it?” I said, but Des didn't look like she could hear me. Instead, she was just pulling and tugging at my hips and when I didn't respond immediately, she tried to flip us over and take control.

I was stronger than her and didn't let that happen, pushing her back down to the bed and thrusting with the force to crush her to the bed and make the whole thing bounce and quiver precariously.

“More.” She begged.

“Careful what you've asked for, Des,” I teased as I began rocking the bed hard enough that it jumped in the air, gaining a solid inch of air as it bounced from my force.

Des's nails dragged along my skin. “Yes, more,” she growled, and her sex squeezed me like it was trying to wring every last drop out of me already.

I had to hold her hips with my hands, squeezing her ass to plant her firmly on the bed so that she didn't rise with me when I raised my hips.

But I was not sure she even noticed the change.

She had her head pressed back against the pillow and reached up to grab my head, kissing me in a way that only fueled my passion as I continued to rock the bed underneath us, the two of us going at it like reunited lovers.

Every kiss, every touch was sensual and seductive, drawing me deeper and deeper into a feral need to pump everything I had into her body.

Vaguely, out of the corner of my eye, I realized that the magic circle around us was glowing brighter and brighter every time one of us reached the peak of pleasure, which was happening far more frequently than I had expected.

I hadn't even begun using [Delirious Pleasures]. Deciding to see how wild I could drive Des, I activated the ability, sending Des's eyes rolling up into her head as her hips wouldn't stop moving as her fluids flowed freely down her thighs.

I pumped while Des clung to me with crazed need, the two of us simply ceasing to exist as individuals. In our place were two wild animals rutting with abandon.

Des’ sex squeezed me again, and it was like her body’s signal was all that mine needed.

I soared over a peak as my balls emptied themselves into her, the moment lasting longer than I expected. Then far longer as I continued to drain myself into her.

Des let out a moan as she twisted her hips back and forth, causing me to lengthen and grow inside of her as she coaxed me towards another round as soon as the first ended.

By now, the room was practically nothing but pink light, and I could vaguely still see Des's eyes through the bright glow of the room.

“I am almost there. Just a little more.” Des begged, and even as sexy and tempting as she was, my body felt like it was trying to tap out. But Des wiggled her hips, drew a sweet kiss from my lips, and managed to get me ready for one more.

“Ken, I love you,” she murmured through the sex haze clearly filling her brain.

This time when she went to flip me over, I was exhausted and decided to let her have her fun.

“Ken, you’re perfect,” she whispered as she began to ride me, pulling her breasts up and squeezing them between her hands. “But more than love... I crave your touch. Every day, in and out, I just want you to fuck me,” she said the last in the barest whisper as she rode me slowly, throwing her hair back and rocking while licking her lips.

I held onto her firm ass, guiding her motions, while slowly but surely, the pink glow all around us began to fade, coalesce, and become part of her as Des changed right in front of me.

I grabbed her hips after her confession, wanting more myself, my own hips rising to meet hers in a wet, fleshy slap.

The two of us pounded into each other hard enough that I would have broken a non-adventurer, but I needed to feel her.

Des had stirred a hunger in me that I couldn't suppress, and I felt a second wind as the two of us went at it while Des changed subtly.

The shift wasn't so much a quantifiable difference. Her eyes were still hers, her face was the same.

Yet my eyes simply drank her up more. She was somehow more beautiful, more radiant, and I could never tire of staring at her.

Something about the way I was looking at her only caused her to go off the deep end, bending down over me, pressing her chest to mine, as our tongues intertwined and twisted together while her hips pumped up and down. Des fucked me harder than she ever had before.

I let out a shuddering gasp as we came together, and she clung to me, the glow fading from the room.

Des slumped atop me, panting heavily and subtly changed.

I was about to ask if it had worked when a thin, delicate, spaded tail flicked out behind her to curl around my bicep and squeeze me like she was holding on for dear life.