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I went back to a small table that was beneath a massive painting of a minotaur being blown. My eyes lingered on it for a few moments. Every time I saw the damn thing, I felt…jealous. I wondered how that big of a cock would feel in my mouth.
“I want someone I can love. Someone I can control. Someone that can be my pet. That will let me do all the things I want to do with them. I take delight in violence, in giving pain. But I also take delight in giving the most painful pleasure possible. Does that sound good to you? Can you really be with a monster, Peter?”
“What about you? What do you like to do in your spare time?” “Fuck,” I said a bit callously. I blinked. Hell. I couldn’t just say that. “I mean…I like to work out.” Peter snorted, letting out a laugh. “Well, you are an incubus.” Did I tell him that I would never fuck another person again
“I want you to cum inside your pants while I fuck your ass with my tail. And then I’m going to take you home, clean you up, and fuck you again. Do you understand?”
We had sat in silence the whole time, and every time I shifted, I was reminded of the cum that was still contained by my underwear.
“I’m making you nervous again.” “Well, it’s not every day someone goes on a coffee date, gets fucked by a tail in the park, and then swept off to a gothic mansion.”
“I need you to cum inside of me. In my mouth too. I need to swallow your seed, to taste you like I’ve never tasted anyone before,” I groaned. “Please, take me. Dante…”
He gasped, choking for air. His lungs were heaving for breaths, and he let out a dark grunt. “Your cock has ridges!” I grinned, looking down. He was right. My thirteen-inch hard cock had the same ridges my tail did.
“You little slut,” he hissed, pulling me back. He pulled my body, and then his tail shoved my face into the cum on the blankets. “Lick it up,” he demanded. “Clean my fucking blanket, pet.”
He began to suck me, and I couldn’t help it—I reached out and grabbed his horns. He grunted but didn’t stop. I held onto them as he went up and down, deep throating me like my cock wasn’t nine inches. I had never felt small in my life before, and somehow that feeling of inferiority made me feel even hornier.
“Stroke me until I cum all over you,”
I watched as his hips began to buck, his head tipping back with pleasure. He was so close, so close to coming. I wanted it all over me. How much would come out of him? I had to know, had to taste it.
