The door clicked shut behind Seraphina, and whatever restraint had survived the walk from the training room lasted seconds.
She grabbed the torn front of my shirt and pulled me into another kiss.
I stumbled backward from the force of it, catching myself against the edge of the small table as Seraphina followed.
Her body pressed against mine, her plump breasts flattening against my chest while her fingers tightened in the ruined fabric she’d already done considerable damage to.
My hands dropped to her narrow waist and traveled lower until I grabbed her plump ass with both hands. Each cheek was so full that I could barely contain it in my palms, and I squeezed as I dragged her hips firmly against mine.
A startled moan escaped Seraphina before disappearing between our lips.
That sound did terrible things to my self-control.
I squeezed her ass again, harder this time, feeling her body tense beneath my hands before she kissed me with renewed hunger. Her fingers slid into my hair as my palms kneaded the generous curves I’d spent half the fucking day staring at.
She finally tore her mouth from mine to breathe, leaving both of us flushed and panting.
"Still hate me?" I whispered.
Seraphina’s blue eyes narrowed. "Don’t ruin this."
"Wouldn’t dream of it."
I kissed her before my mouth could get me into further trouble.
Seraphina’s hands moved down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before reaching my hips. There was considerably less hesitation in her touch now.
Her fingers explored me with the same curiosity she’d shown toward Blighted Radiance earlier, except I had a feeling this particular subject interested her far more than corrupted divine magic ever had.
Then her hand found my tail.
My entire body tightened.
Seraphina felt it happen.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, a slow smile spreading across her flushed face as her fingers wrapped around the sensitive appendage.
"Don’t start," I warned.
She didn’t answer.
Her hand simply traveled along my tail.
A shiver ran up my spine before I could suppress it, and Seraphina’s smile widened as she repeated the motion more slowly.
She watched every reaction she dragged out of me, learning far too quickly which areas made my breathing change and which made my tail twitch helplessly between her fingers.
I reached for her waist, intending to regain some control, but Seraphina stepped around me.
Suddenly she was behind me.
"Seraphina."
Her fingers continued their slow exploration.
My breath faltered when she reached the most sensitive section, and my body reacted before pride could intervene. I bent forward and caught myself against the edge of the bed, my palms sinking into the blankets while another shiver traveled through me.
The position left my back arched, and my dress pulled tightly across my hips.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Seraphina was staring directly at my ass.
There wasn’t even an attempt to hide it this time.
Her blue eyes followed the exaggerated curve beneath the thin fabric, lingering on the way my dress stretched over an ass so fucking oversized that I still wasn’t convinced past me hadn’t been drunk when she’d designed succubi.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked.
My breathless voice sabotaged most of the smugness I’d intended.
Seraphina’s eyes finally lifted toward mine. Her cheeks were flushed, but instead of looking away in embarrassment, she placed one hand against my hip.
"Maybe."
Her palm traveled over the curve of my ass.
That shut me up.
Any did Seraphina fucking notice the effect it had on me.
Of course she fucking noticed.
Her fingers tightened against the soft curve before her palm came down with a sharp smack.
The sound cracked through the bedroom.
"Fuck!"
The moan escaped before I could swallow it.
I looked back at her in disbelief.
Seraphina’s eyes widened for half a second before satisfaction replaced the surprise.
"Do that again and I’ll throw you out of my dungeon," I warned, although remaining bent over the bed probably wasn’t helping the threat.
"You moaned."
"I did not."
"You absolutely did."
Hearing my own words thrown back at me while Seraphina’s hand was still resting on my ass was infuriating enough that I pushed myself upright and turned around.
"You’re getting far too confident."
Her smile disappeared when I grabbed her waist.
I pulled Seraphina against me and kissed her hard enough to drive her backward several steps. Her hands immediately caught my shoulders, but I kept moving until the backs of her legs struck the mattress.
She fell onto the bed with a startled gasp.
Her blonde hair spread across the blankets.
I stood between her thighs for a moment and stared.
The fitted black shirt hugged her plump breasts while her narrow waist disappeared beneath it before flaring into the hips I’d just spent several minutes grabbing.
Her dark trousers stretched over toned thighs and the round ass I’d admired in the training chamber, while her flushed face and messy hair made her look nothing like the untouchable Saintess I’d once imagined while writing her.
Seraphina noticed where my attention had gone.
"You really are a degenerate."
"You’re lying on my bed after spanking me."
Her mouth opened and nothing came out.
I smiled. "Thought so."
Seraphina grabbed my ruined shirt and pulled me down on top of her.
Our lips met again as I caught myself with one hand beside her head. My other hand traveled from her waist to her hip, squeezing firmly before sliding around to grab her ass again.
Seraphina arched into me.
Her thigh hooked around mine as she pulled me closer, and whatever remained of the distance between us disappeared beneath tangled limbs and increasingly desperate kisses.
Her fingers found the torn edge of my shirt.
She pulled the fabric harder and ripped it further.
I broke the kiss and stared down at it. "You’re buying me new clothes."
"I told you I would."
"With what money?"
"I’ll sell something."
"You own nothing."
"Then I’ll sell something of yours."
I stared at her.
Seraphina’s lips twitched.
"You’ve been free for less than a day and you’re already stealing from me."
"Maybe I really am becoming corrupted."
That was good enough to make me laugh.
Seraphina used the distraction to roll us.
My back hit the mattress, and suddenly the future Fallen Saintess was above me.
Blonde hair fell around her flushed face while she straddled my waist, her breathing fast enough to make her chest rise and fall beneath the fitted shirt.
For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.
She looked fucking gorgeous.
Seraphina caught me staring and, rather than covering herself, slowly reached for the bottom of her shirt.
My mouth went dry.
She hesitated, and I watched the confidence flicker.
"Seraphina."
Her eyes met mine.
"You don’t have to prove anything."
"I’m not."
"Then what are you doing?"
A blush spread across her cheeks.
She looked irritated by it.
"I want you to stop staring at my clothes."
I smiled. "That might be the worst excuse you’ve given me yet."
"Shut up."
Seraphina pulled the shirt upward.
I helped her remove it, tossing it toward the floor before looking back at her.
The teasing response I’d prepared never arrived.
Without the heavy prison clothes or fitted black shirt hiding her, the effects of months spent starving were clearer. She was thinner than the woman she’d eventually become in my original story, but she was still breathtaking.
Her waist was narrow, her stomach toned beneath pale skin, and the generous curves I’d given her made the rest of her figure look almost unfair.
Seraphina’s confidence vanished under my stare.
Her arms started moving instinctively across herself.
I caught her hands gently.
"Don’t."
Her expression tightened.
"You’re beautiful."
That worked considerably better than flirting. Her cheeks became scarlet.
"You’re supposed to say something disgusting."
"I can if it’ll make you feel better."
"Don’t bother."
I laughed softly. "Make up your mind."
Seraphina leaned down and kissed me.
Her blonde hair fell around my face as I wrapped my arms around her waist. The kiss was slower than the ones before it, but the heat hadn’t disappeared. If anything, feeling her bare warmth beneath my hands made every touch more distracting.
My palms traveled along her back before settling against her hips.
Seraphina shifted over me.
I tightened my grip.
She kissed along my jaw before returning to my mouth, and I could feel her smile when my tail curled around her thigh again.
Then her hand closed around it.
"Oh, fuck you."
Seraphina lifted her head. "You said that very confidently for someone whose weakness I’m currently holding."
"You have one too."
"Do I?"
I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed.
Her response was striking.
Seraphina’s eyes fluttered shut as a breathless sound escaped her, and the smug expression disappeared completely.
I grinned. "There it is."
"Shut up."
I squeezed again.
"Make me."
Seraphina kissed me hard enough to do exactly that.
The next several minutes became a blur of tangled hair, flushed skin, roaming hands and discarded clothing. Every time Seraphina found some new way to make my tail betray me, I answered by dragging another reaction out of her until neither of us could maintain the smug advantage for more than a few seconds.
Eventually I rolled her beneath me again.
Seraphina stared upward, blonde hair spread across my pillow and icy blue eyes hazy with desire. Her chest rose quickly between us while one hand remained tangled in my hair and the other rested against my waist.
I brushed several strands of hair away from her flushed face.
Her expression softened.
"You sure?" I asked.
Seraphina didn’t hesitate this time.
She pulled me closer.
"Yes."
Our lips met again, and the last of the playful resistance between us disappeared.
For a moment I thought that would be it between us. Some playful banter, touching, and kissing. But what she did next confused me in the best way possible.
She grabbed my tail hard this time, pulled it to her mouth and started sucking on it like a lollipop.
GLOP... ♥︎ SLURP... ♥︎
She was sucking on my tail like a bitch in heat!
She stared into my eyes as she continued to suck on my tail, putting more of it into her mouth and pulling back, not stopping to breathe for a single second.
I never wrote her this way, but damn! Was she a little Minx or what?!
GRUG... ♥︎ GRUG...♥︎ GRUG... ♥︎
If I didn’t know any better I would have guessed she has an oral fixation and wanted something thick in her mouth.
Suddenly, I felt her other hand reach down and move my dress to the side. She grabbed my thick cock and began stroking it, trying to tease me, and make me sexually frustrated.
"Ah! You fucking bitch!"