Chương 70: Chapter 24: First, You Watch

Shivai sat in a reading chair, her butt hanging right off of the edge. She gripped both armrests with desperate strength, until her purple skin paled to a light lavender and her knuckles whitened. Her forked tongue traced her bottom lip, smearing the spot of blood she'd pricked earlier. She'd hung her chin almost to her chest, looking up at us with a dazed, hungry expression. Her horns nearly pointed at us like a ram about to charge. The spaded tip of her tail whipped around dangerously.

But all I could spare her was a glance. Wynnie had the bulk of my attention. She sat on the bed and pulled me towards her by my waistband. At that point, my linen trousers stretched to the point of ruining the fabric. Soft, confident fingers slowly worked my drawstring. Wynnie's hot breath came in short, deliberate puffs against my midriff. The string came loose, and Wynnie leaned forward, pulling herself into a forceful hug against my midsection, face first, ravenous and uncontrolled.

Her lips smeared down my abs, and her fingers reached gently into the top of my pants. As usual, they were tinged with an odd coolness. Yet I was used to it now.

"Oh! There you are." Her voice was low, barely a whisper. Her tone was touched with relief.

"Golly, how I've missed your, um. This." I could tell she was struggling, but we'd talked about this in the past. If she wanted to talk dirty, she couldn't call it a tallywacker. Or my naughty flute. Wynnie licked her lips and then swallowed, curling her fingers around me delicately. A gentle caress down my length coaxed me upward, the outline pressing visibly against my pants.

"Hnnnngh." The guttural moan came from the chair beside us. Shivai looked like she'd been gutted.

"Awww." It was almost a whisper.

"Hnngh!" I couldn't see Wynnie's face, but I could feel her lips tighten in a smirk. Her hands both worked my pants in unison, pulling the fabric gently down and freeing me.

"Mmm, I've been thinking about this all day." She shot a quick glance up at me.

"And about making her watch."

"Mmmph, fuck." Shivai's hand unclenched from the armrest and slid slowly between her legs.

"Yes, just like that."

"Ah, ah, ah! No touching!" Wynnie barked. Shivai's hand immediately shot back to the armrest, white-knuckling it once again. A high-pitched, deeply frustrated whine followed, followed by a pathetic whimper.

"Aw, c'mon."

"Don't worry, Shivai. Just be patient. If you can be a good little girl, I might even let you touch yourself." Wynnie turned her attention back to me, licking her lips.

"And if you're really good, maybe I'll even touch you myself. Would you like that?"

"Unh! Yes. Yes!" The poor succubus squirmed, fighting against herself for control. Meanwhile, Wynnie was reveling in it.

"Who knows? If you're a really, really good girl, I'll save some of this… this man for you. Think you can be good?"

"Oh my fucking gods, please. Please, I want him so bad. I'll be good, I promise. I'll be such a good lil' demon girl." I hoped she was telling the truth. Every escalation by Wynnie got me more excited, too. Yet not as visibly as Shivai. Her nipples were poking out of her vest, revealing swollen, dark nubs ringed with a deep purple, like a shadow just beneath her shirt. They were perfectly bite-size—an estimation I intended to double check with my mouth. Once again, Wynnie stole my focus.

Her tongue brought me to attention, and she closed the distance. The elf never lacked for enthusiasm, but having an audience turned her into a performer. Somehow, she was already louder, wetter, and sloppier than I'd ever seen her. Her hands worked at her dress. With agonizing slowness, she untied the strings that bound her chest. A frustrated whimper gagged in her throat as she pulled.

Finally, her breasts sprang free from their confines like a rockslide, achingly slow at first, then all at once, dangerous under the force of such physics. She shrugged out of her top, letting it fall around her plump midsection. Her breasts bounced, the perkiness of youth still fighting against the unyielding forces of gravity. Even before touching their supple curve, I could tell they were eminently squishy. She panted for a moment to catch her breath.

"And that, Shivai, is how to get him warmed up. Works every time."

"Mmm, no kidding, big girl! And it worked on me, too, see?" She nodded down at her pants, now soaked through with a clearish wetness staining the inner contours of her legs with a dark promise.

"Also, it looks like that's how you get yourself warmed up, too."

"Are you talking back to me, Shivai?"

"No! No, I'm sorry. I was… Just noticing that you looked very…"

"Excited?" I guessed.

"Breedable?" Wynnie asked. Shivai's eyes widened.

"Uh, yeah. Either. Both." She cleared her throat.

"I really like breedable. A lot. I was just going to go with ready, but let's say breedable instead." Wynnie looked more than ready. And exceptionally breedable. Her half-lidded eyes had gone glassy, and a few strands of tousled hair clung to her glistening forehead. Her breathing still came fast, and her chest heaved with the weight of two backbreaking, overly juicy watermelons on it. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

I wanted to put my face between her freckles and make a raspberry sound.

"Well, I am ready." She kissed at me again, adding a little lick that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure racing down my body.

"And as you can see, he's ready, too." That was an understatement. All I could think about was bending Wynnie over and fucking her from behind while Shivai watched. I wanted to make Wynnie cry out for mercy, and then stroke Shivai's raven hair while I finished in the demonkin's mouth. And then I wanted to see them kiss, swapping the remnants of our pleasure between them.

"How do you want me?" Wynnie asked me. A wry smile crossed my face. Funny she should ask.

"First, I'm going to need for you to turn around and bend over," I said.

"And then, if you think Shivai's been a good enough girl, I think we should let her take her clothes off."

"Hnnngh!" Another wheezing whine from the succubus, whose hands had gone pale from gripping the chair so hard.

"I've been good! I promise, I've been so good."

"What do you think?" I asked Wynnie. She licked her lips, staring intently at the panting succubus. A low growl rumbled in her chest as her eyes raked along the slender, purple woman fighting against every instinct in her chair. Wynnie nodded.

"Okay. Shivai, you can remove one item of clothing. But no touching yet."

"No touching. No touching." Shivai whispered it to herself like a mantra.

"Not touching. Yet." Wynnie turned around, bending over the bed for me. At the same time, Shivai rose, slowly, almost like she was afraid of making any fast movements. Her thumbs hooked into the top of her pants and pulled down slowly, barely a half an inch at a time. Meanwhile, Wynnie shimmied into position. She rested on hands and knees, legs wide, presenting herself.

"Like this?" Her round, luscious backside was aimed directly at me, still covered by a dress with a few too many frills for the occasion. It pooled loosely around her ankles. I pulled up on the dress, revealing a pair of broad, white underpants. The tiniest bead of arousal marked the spot. I wanted nothing more than to pull her panties down right there and enter her. But I had to make sure that Shivai was still being good. I glanced over my shoulder.

The succubus was straining with her bottoms, wrenching them over her surprisingly fertile hips. She bit her lip in consternation, reopening the minor lip wound from earlier. Her eyes never left the two of us. As she glimpsed Wynnie's incredible, voluptuous ass, a new wave of desire overtook her once more.

"Aw, gods. I just wanna…" Her words tapered off into a longing whine.

"Mmm, fuck! You guys can't tease a succubus like this. It's not fair!" Maybe she was right. Maybe just a little bit of action was what she needed. She had behaved so far.

"Shivai, if you finish with your clothing quick, you can help guide me in," I said. Then, to Wynnie, I added, "If that's okay with you." She didn't even have to think about it.

"Yeah. Let her see this up close. I don't want her to miss a single detail of what you do to me."

"Yes, yes, yes," Shivai hissed.

"Yes, gods, yes." She struggled again with her too-tight pants. Despite her slender form, the fabric pulled taut against her skin, clinging to it for dear life. An inch of purple flesh grew visible, then another, tugged and stretching with the grip of her clothing. Flickering candlelight sent shadows racing down the mouthwatering V-toned abdomen, the gullies of which led to a narrow, notched end that appeared to move slightly, pulsing.

A small patch of wispy, well-trimmed raven black hair formed a second V that pointed below before disappearing under her pants.

"Grr! Got it!" Finally, Shivai's pants slid over the widest portion of her hips, still hugging her thighs, dimpling her soft flesh. Darkness hid in the lee of her legs, shielding her for a precious few final seconds.

"I'm sorry that took so long. I hope… I hope it was worth it." With a shy twist of her mouth, she turned into the light. Illumination spread across her bare form like sunrise on a summer day. Simply beautiful. Was I salivating? Shivai's pants slid down her legs, yanking her bottoms over her knees until they bunched up and finally relented. The spent fabric pooled around her feet on the floor. I gave her a full up-and-down, and then another. Long, shapely legs were just the beginning.

They supported the succubus, one knee bent, one hip thrown out, showing the silhouette of an incredible ass. Her narrow waist transitioned to a slim stomach outlined by the ghost of ab definition. The faint ladder of her ribcage somehow ballooned into two tastefully large breasts, still mostly hidden by her pseudo-croptop. Yet underboob gave a hint as to what I was missing. Shivai smiled and bit her lip, hopeful and nervous.

"Holy fuck," I breathed.

"This is me. Well, most of me. I hope you like it." Her voice was small and timid.

"I've never… Revealed myself like this before." I could barely tear my eyes off her. Every sinous curve. Every perfect inch of lavender and deep purple. I couldn't wait to bring Shivai into our world. But she'd have to wait. Wynnie wasn't here for the reveal—she was here to get fucked. [Some content omitted] From overhead, the glowing, cool condensation from the room drifted over everything. Despite all the activity and friction, the room was noticeably colder than it was when we had started.

At the rate it was going, it would be downright chilly in a couple of hours. Wynnie flopped back on the bed, then motioned for me and Shivai to join her. I flopped next to her, and Shivai curled in beside. I squeezed both girls close to me, one in each arm. As curiously horny as I still felt, I also felt sleepy. And nestled between two beautiful, loving, warm women? I was ready to fall asleep right then and there. No need to worry about the cold. We'd keep each other comfortable.

I wrapped my arm around each of them, holding them close. Wynnie lay back, relaxed and at ease, like she owned the place. Which made sense, since she did own the place. Meanwhile, Shivai curled tightly into me like a little ball of vulnerable purple sin. My fingers played with her hair absently, and I leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"How did I do?" Shivai's quiet voice revealed the tender, vulnerable side of her that I hadn't seen in our first week together.

"Was I good?"

"You did so good," I told her.

"Very good, actually. I was impressed, Shivai," Wynnie said next to me.

"I did? Do you mean it?"

"Yes," I said.

"You're a good girl." Shivai snuggled in harder, as though trying to burrow into my side.

"Thank you. I'm… I'm really trying. I want to be good for you. For both of you. You both mean so much to me, and all I want to do is show you that I'm worth it."

"You mean a lot to us, too," Wynnie assured her.

"And you're definitely worth it," I added.

"Oh, thank the gods. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you both say that. Until I met you two, I thought, um. I thought I might live on the road my whole life. The lack of connection… it's torture for a succubus. As bad as any orgasm denial."

"You'll always have a home here," I said.

"And as many orgasms as you need," Wynnie promised. Shivai quivered becks to me, and I felt her hand roam down between her legs. It made me wonder: just how many orgasms did a succubus need? And had she been good enough to earn another?