Rykard awoke properly.

  This surprised him.

  He had expected to, at best, find himself between two pairs of tits, slowly rousing to consciousness. Instead he found wet lips tightly wrapped around his morning wood, gliding up and down his shaft, while an eager tongue massaged whatever part of his length wasn’t stuffed into the tight confines of the woman’s throat.

  Which one of the two it was, he could guess even in his groggy state. His favourite pillow was still right there, in all her squishiness. Helenn’s tiny body held on to his side, leaving only one other option.

  Cracking his lids open, he was immediately greeted with the sight of Hey. The succubus instinctively knew the proper position. Face down, ass up, she knelt between his legs. One hand was on the ground for stability, the other rolled his balls, full with the cum accumuted over his rest, gently between her fingers.

  This was the first proper blowjob of her life, Rykard knew that much. He hadn’t missed anything when it came to teaching her. Without the slightest hint of a gag reflex she went all the way down. Without the slightest hint for a need to breathe, she stayed there for a full minute. Unduting, she rubbed her red lips against the base of his manhood and the hardness buried in her throat against her vibrating walls. Constantly, she moaned and cried, the sensitivity of her throat even more evident than that of her tits. Said tits were a pair of pillows her curved chest could nearly rest on, dangling in all their enormous size.

  When she finally glided back up, the wet noises and the tingling pleasure brought Rykard the rest of the way from the realm of dreams. From there on out, he was all eyes for the efforts of the succubus and all ears for her various moans.

  Hey continued to bob up and down for a little bit, before she acknowledged his awakeness. Although she noticed, she kept on sucking him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, then she went all the way back down. Her throat bulged, her tail quivered, her fat ass swayed.

  She went up about a quarter of his length, then swiftly moved back down. What had been simple service became a rapid, self-indulgent face-fucking. Ramming his cock down her throat with her entire body, swinging back and forth, the vibrations in her throat soon reached the level of muffled screams.

  Then, silence. All motions stopped. Her ass rose a little higher. Her thighs tensed. Her toes curled.

  Rykard let her ride out her throat-fuelled orgasm, before calling out. “You have quite the hair trigger.”

  Slowly, sensually, and loudly slurping, Hey retreated up his length, until the head popped free. Her cherry lips stayed ever close to the tip, while the hand that had been fondling his balls now stroked his glistening length. Strings of precum dangled between her mouth and his cock, breaking when she answered.

  “Merely making up for all that men owe me,” she answered dismissively.

  “I don’t owe you anything because lesser men failed,” Rykard disagreed intensely. “The mere suggestion links me to them. An idea I find repulsive.”

  “Hmmm…” Hey let out a thoughtful hum. A series of kisses accompanied the stroking. Wet, careful kisses, as much aimed at his sensitive spots as they allowed her to give him big, submissive eyes. “You let me push you around yesterday.” Rykard raised an eyebrow and she chuckled. “I’m not an idiot. When you gred me into silence because I was going to give you just a little sass, I realized that you had been sandbagging me the entire day. I knew something was too easy.”

  “I wanted to see the look on your face when I robbed you of your control all over again,” he confessed with a smile.

  “You have no idea how horny I woke up.” Hey dove to the base of his cock. While she licked her way up, her tongue kept lengthening. By the time she reached the tip, it extended past her chin twice over. The entire, slippery length dragged over the underside as it was pulled back into her mouth. “I’ve never, ever felt like this before. So frustrated and yet… that is a distant second… pure lust and joy.” She showered his cock in a couple more kisses. “While I work out what exactly you’re doing to me, Rykard, I figured I might as well py my provisional part. A good haremette takes care of her… Master’s morning urges.”

  Rykard’s cock throbbed, the sacred title finally crossing the lips of the crimson demon. “It would be such a waste if you were to go,” he told her earnestly. “Our first morning together and you are already better trained than many maids I worked on for months.”

  “Of course I am.” Hey’s eyes fell on Helenn. “And I am about to show you so much more.”

  “Hmmm… I dreamt of… huh?” The shortstack had barely begun to rise from her deep slumber, when Hey’s tail had wrapped around her ankle. Practically weightless, moving the cherub with her additional limb was no problem for the succubus. The long, bck tail moved the angel to Rykard’s crotch. “Oh, huh, this is actually just what I dreamed of!” Helenn became rapidly awake. Two red hands grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. “I mean, I dreamed about cotton candy machines, but this is what I actually wa-”

  Helenn was shut up by Hey’s lips pressing onto hers. Moaning, the shortstack hung in the air by her own magic, giving the demon the opportunity to knead her breasts. Tongues intertwined, the kiss sloppy and constant. The cherub’s cunt rapidly began to glisten. A single exploratory brush of Hey’s fingers over the outer pussy lips was all it took for the demon to know she could continue her pn.

  Rykard knew what was happening next and he was just going to enjoy this next part.

  “Is it fine, is it really fine if I…?” Helenn began to babble.

  Hey let out a quieting hiss, “Shhhh, quiet little toy. I’m just giving him a handjob with extra steps.”

  Helenn’s wetness trickled down Rykard’s cock, the tip barely pressing against her outer lips. More careful than necessary, due to inexperience no doubt, the demon pulled the shortstack further and further down. Not sinking of her own volition, only letting the two hands on her itty bitty waist take care of the guiding, Helenn did as all good toys do and made her own desires non-existent in the situation.

  She was just there for her cunt to stretch around Rykard’s morning wood - and to scream out her lust.

  “What a delightful little creature - quite simir to an imp, really,” Hey remarked, when the entirety of Rykard’s sizable manhood had disappeared in Helenn’s tiny body. “A tight grip… yet too wet not to be moved:” She pulled the angel back up, then pushed her back down.

  “Just grab her by the back of the neck, if you want to have one hand free,” Rykard advised. “Grab her by the throat if you want her to really love it.”

  Humming, Hey did as recommended. The red hand took a tight hold of Helenn’s throat, constricting her airpipe in the process. Eyes rolled up, her moans stopped. The living cocksleeve was just as easily moved this way, her ability to hover taking care of any potential issues. “She’s just made for this.”

  “A gorgeous little thing, isn’t she?” Rykard said, his voice straining. “I have two… just as gorgeous… in their own beautiful ways… at home… my harem’s… home.”

  “That just sounds lovely,” Hey cooed and redoubled the up and down. “And you will cum inside her? Breed her?”

  “Yes,” Rykard grunted. “No eating my seed out of her cunt, until I know she’s pregnant.”

  The demon, despite having just learned that she was robbing herself of a delicious meal, kept moving the angel up and down. She only accelerated, in fact, apparently eager to finish her Master off before she had to break the asphyxiation.

  She succeeded.

  Rykard’s hips bucked up. The first load of the day pumped up. Pressed right against her cervix, he filled her up once more. Not a day had gone by since he had met her that her baby chamber had not been filled to the brim with his seed and today would be no different.

  Halfway through his orgasm, Hey finally released the cocksleeve’s throat. A rattling inhale, closely followed by a loud scream was the predictable consequence. Fresh air brought Helenn’s senses to new life. Her cunt cmped down, stretched, dense folds forcing every st drop out of his shaft.

  Eventually, the toy slumped forwards, massive tits spilling all over the middle of Rykard’s torso. “You realize that there is no way I will let you go now?” he asked the succubus.

  Hey just smirked proudly.