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He didn't give her a moment to recover.
Arthur slid down her body, lips dragging across her stomach as he went, unhurried, following the curve of her down toward the hem of her miniskirt.
"Honey—" Vespa's voice came out slightly breathless, still catching up to herself. "What are you doing?"
He glanced up.
Vespa had composed herself just enough to put the act back on as she looked down at Arthur. She looked at him as if a wife was curious as to what their husband was doing.
Arthur not one to leave here in the dark smiles.
"The night's still young Wifey." Arthur held her gaze. "Did you think it was over already?"
Her expression flickered.
He continued down.
He pushed under her miniskirt, the fabric falling over him like a curtain, and the world outside disappeared. Nothing but her beautiful dark skin, that was smooth and bare shaved clean. There was nothing left to hide behind for Vespa.
He took both hands and spread her folds apart, slow.
Pink.
Bright and soft, a sharp contrast against the deep ebony of her skin. The sight of it held him for a moment captivating in a way he hadn't expected..
'Captivating.'
He leaned in.
He pressed his mouth against her folds and kissed them slowly, and deliberate, like he was taking his time unwrapping candy.
Then he opened up and let his tongue slide in.
His hands kept her spread, holding her open, giving him full access as his tongue moved deeper and began to explore. The taste hit him immediately.
'Sweet.'
He rolled his tongue through her, unhurried, reading every small response she gave him.
"Oh, honey—"
Vespa's hands dropped to his head. Her fingers curled into his hair and pushed him in deeper, no patience left in the gesture at all. Her tail found his back and moved against it in affectionate strokes as if saying to keep going.
His tongue searched until he found a sensitive spot, one that made her twitch.
Vespa breath, hit a hitch as a result along with her walls pulling tight. He circled wide around that sensitive teasing her insides letting the anticipation build until he could feel her right on the cusp of it.
Then he drove his tongue straight into it.
The shudder that tore through her was full-body. Her thighs snapped shut around his head, locking him in place, her grip on his hair tightening to the point of sting.
"Oh—"
The moan came out ragged and unguarded.
Arthur felt her wanting more.
He was delighted to oblige.
He worked her like the night had no end and he intended to prove it.
His tongue hit every vulnerable spot inside her in steady rotation. Driving Vespa to heights she's hardly ever felt making her true feel like her husband was focused on giving her a good time.
"Oh, honey—" The moan came out long and helpless. "It feels so good—"
He pulled back when he felt she was ready.
A sound slipped out of her at the loss, small and involuntary, her hips chasing him for a half second before she caught herself.
Arthur rose from under her skirt, grabbed the hem of her miniskirt with both hands, and stripped it off her in one clean pull. No warning Nor ceremony.
Vespa looked up surprise to see he moving along quickly but what she found made her smile.
His cock stood tall and hard between her legs already back in top form ready to pound Vespa.
Her tongue dragged across her bottom lip, slow and seductive. Her body answered on instinct a deeper aroma rising off her skin, thick and sweet, filling the space between them. Arthur's cock twitched in response before he could stop it.
The succubus bloodline is hard at work making generations of refinement put to use. To create Vespa whose every curve, every scent, and every subtle shift of her body perfect to make men fall for her..
She knew what he wanted.
Her hands dropped below and reached beneath herself, spreading her legs apart, opening her body up for him as an invitation.
"Fuck me, honey." Her voice had gone low and molten. "Fuck me hard. Scramble up my insides."
The horns curving from her head caught the low light and seemed to sharpen there, points gleaming like she was braced for something like the rest of her had already decided how this ended.
Arthur looked down at her.
"Gladly."
He pressed in slowly.
Her folds stretched around him, parting to accommodate his size as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, giving her just enough time to feel every bit of it.
"Ugh—"
The moan broke out of her at the halfway point, raw and unpolished, nothing of the performance left in it.
"So big—" Her voice had gone thin, breath catching between words. "Honey, you're so big—"
He didn't stop.
He pressed the rest of the way in, steady and unhurried, until his hips met hers and he was seated fully inside her every inch of him buried deep, her walls stretched tight around him, holding him like she'd been made to fit him exactly.
He stayed there for a moment.
Let her feel it.
Her body twitched beneath him, walls fluttering around him like they couldn't decide whether to pull him in deeper or push back.
Vespa looked up at him.
"Why aren't you moving, hubby?" She managed it without her voice cracking — barely. "I can take you. All of it." Her hips shifted beneath him, testing. "Please." Her amber eyes found his, the composure slipping. "Give it to me. Rough me up. Fuck up my insides." Her voice dropped. "Treat me like your little slut."
Arthur smiled.
He pulled his hips back without a word.
Smack.
He drove back in hard, their hips meeting with a sharp crack of skin. Before she could process it he pulled back again and—
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The rhythm built fast. He found his pace and locked into it pulling nearly all the way out, just the tip catching at her entrance, then slamming home. Over and over. He pushed her legs back, folding her into a mating press, her hips tilted up and open, nothing between him and exactly where he wanted to be.
She had nowhere to go.
"Oh — honey—"
The moan tore out of her with every thrust, punched loose by the impact, her body taking everything he gave and asking for more.
His cock drove in and out the full length with every thrust no half measures, no mercy. He gripped her legs and held them pinned, locking her in place, giving her no leverage and no escape. Just his pace, his angle, his call entirely.
She was impossibly tight. Warm and supple, her walls gripping him on every withdrawal like they didn't want to let go.
"Ah—" The scream tore out of her. "—so good—"
Bed-breaking. That was the only word for it.
Arthur was practically folded over her at this point, her legs pressed so far back they framed either side of her head, her body bent into something that left no pretense about what she was right now. Not the demon queen's daughter. Not a wife in training.
Just his.
A toy he was wrecking beyond repair.
Her walls clenched around him with every thrust, her body trying to answer what her mind had already given up on processing. Her eyes drifted sideways, losing their focus, her mouth falling open, tongue sliding past her lips without her permission.
She was gone.
Still moaning. Still taking every thrust. But the composed, teasing Vespa who had outmaneuvered his tongue an hour ago was nowhere to be found.
Arthur had found the bottom of her.
"Oh, honey—" Her voice had gone ragged, barely holding shape. "I'm gonna come—"
Arthur didn't slow down.
He sped up.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Oh my god—" The words dissolved into something wordless. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"
He pulled out.
The release hit like a flood her whole body seizing, back arching off the mattress, the squirt rushing out of her in a warm cascade that hit his stomach and ran down between them, her body jerking through the climax in rapid, helpless twitches, each one smaller than the last as the wave rolled through her and slowly ebbed.
He let her legs fall.
Silence settled.
Vespa lay spread beneath him, chest heaving, her hair fanned out and damp against the pillow. Eyes glassy. Expression blank.
'Disheveled' was generous.