Whoa it's been awhile hasn't it? I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a few months but somehow I ended up getting really distracted over the summer and I wasn't able to put much work into progressing the story. But as you can see by the word count, I ended up getting a little carried away when I finally did get around to writing eh heh...
Let me just say now that a large portion of this chapter is smut, most likely poorly written smut might I add. So if you are uncomfortable with reading anything of this nature, I advise you to tread carefully. I won't mark in the chapter when it starts, since I feel that breaks up the flow of the story, but I think it's obvious where it starts. At least I hope it is.
Hopefully it doesn't take like five months to get the next chapter up since it's a lot safer than this chapter is. I'll admit, a large portion of why it took so long was because I was procrastinating and researching how to write this and not come off like a total noob who doesn't know how sex works. Tbh I sorta am either way.
Can I just, apologize in advance for what you're about to read? It is probably the least sexy thing you will ever come across in your life, Cul has a tail dik thanks for coming to my TED talk.
Okay but for serious, I'll try not to take so long on the next update.
Word Count: 7,225
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Anon had never quite been afraid of heights. Being what she was, her body was well equipped to deal with the conditions that came with flight. Though, the constant jerky motion that came with every beat of Cul's wings combined with the loose grip she was allowed had made her feel slightly uneasy for most of the trip. It also didn't help that the wind whipping against her face had prevented her from keeping her eyes open for very long. And she wouldn't put it past the Dragoness to be intentionally dipping and swerving just to get a reaction out of her in a vulnerable state.
She nearly let out a shriek as Cul began a sudden descent towards the ground, angling her wings and diving towards what Anon could only assume to be the castles barbican. At least, that's what she hoped it was judging from the brief glimpses of grey ashlar walls she managed through squinted eyes. For all she knew they were about to rocket into the ground and die.
The soft sound of heeled boots clicking against the chiseled stone walkway just beyond the palace gates was the only indication that they had landed, and Anon hesitantly cracked open one emerald dyed iris to survey the area. She could hear a low, rumbling growl like laugh building up in the Dragon's chest, and she shuffled uncomfortably in the redheads arms as vibrations trickled through her body. She wasn't sure she liked the sensation it left on her skin. It felt like pins poking softly into her flesh, hard enough to be noticable, but not enough to break skin.
Anon briefly wondered how she'd fare later on in the night if the simple brush of cloth against her skin made her tingle with discomfort… But she mentally swatted the thought away as her gaze was tilted to glance up at the Dragon with a frown. Cul merely smirked back at her.
"As much as I'd love to continue holding you, ma biche, I'm afraid you'll need to walk from here on out." The Dragoness chuckled at the sudden cherry red blanket that blossomed across the Succubi's face. She didn't even try to restrain her as Anon quickly shifted out of Cul's hold to stand on her own, brushing the invisible dust off of her wind ruffled skirt as she did. Cul rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't take it personally, cutie. This is just a precaution."
Punctuating her comment with a wink, Cul strode forward with swift, regal strides off towards the castle entrance. And Anon could have sworn she heard Cul mutter something snide about harpies under her breath as she passed. But the most she could do was blink quizzically after the princess, before following dutifully after the her.
Anon's gaze dropped to the ground as she walked after the Dragoness, watching as the shadows shifted to accommodate the indoor lighting of the castle. She didn't lift her head once during the short journey to Cul's bedroom, not even to meet the judgmental glares and stares of the castle staff as they went about their usual duties. She had long since learned to just ignore the sneers of her fellow demons as they passed. It no longer bothered her that not many cared to look past her chest to see her for the demon she was at heart.
She'd always found that to be a little too literal, actually.
"Annnd~ We're here!" Cul exclaimed abruptly, tearing Anon from her thoughts. The blonde looked up hesitantly as the Dragoness pushed open a heavy looking door that appeared to be made from a deep red wood. Cul flashed her a toothy grin before gesturing into the room. "After you, ma dame."
"R-Right." Anon murmured, nodding obediently. She stepped past Cul and into the room, her mouth soon falling agape as she took in the elegance of the interior.
The room was wrapped in a vibrant ruby red wallpaper with golden lines streaking wildly from the floor to the ceiling, giving the large space an almost club like ambiance to it. The floor was covered by a plush looking carpet that was so large it nearly hid the rich brown wooden floorboards below. Faint amber light poured into the room from a glass door a little out of the way on the left, adjacent from where Anon stood. And even in the dim lighting, she could see it led outwards onto a wide balcony. There was also another door that lay of to the right, though it was closed and revealed no secrets.
Anon blinked, before slowly forcing her mouth shut as she took in the appearance of the princesses room before her. It felt really homey, in a weird way. But she supposed was to be expected. After all someone did live here. She just, wasn't expecting something like this from a monarch's daughter is all.
Cul snickered at her expression. "Someone's a little starstruck, eh? You're not even undressed yet, I must be good." She teased.
A light pink dust settled over Anon's cheeks. She could feel the Dragoness' stare lingering on her backside as she shuffled further into the red room, stopping just short of the velvety looking bed sheets that sat neatly over a clean kept bed to her left. Her emerald eyes fixated on the undisturbed sheets with a chargined expression. They looked so sublime against the evening light.
Was it really okay for someone like her to be here...?
Two sturdy arms suddenly wrapped around the Succubi's waist, yanking her from her thoughts and drawing a startled squeak from her as she nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. Her already red tinted face lit up like a tomato as she felt a short puff of warm air blow past her ear, sending a shudder down her spine. She could practically feel the smirk that crossed Cul's face at the reaction.
"You look lost…" The Dragon's voice was low, sultry, even. "You really must be Pure then… J'ai de la chance."
Anon froze.
So that was why Cul had been so adimate about picking her. She was Pure. A virgin Succubus, to put it into human terms. And much like a human virgin, it was almost considered somewhat of a delicacy to deflower one. Some demons had even made a game out of it.
It made her nauseous.
To think she'd fallen into someone's game… Nobility really was the worst.
"Is something wrong?" Cul mumbled as she nuzzled the side of Anon's neck with her cheek. Her voice had tapered off towards the end, leaving room for an answer that never came. She waited a few seconds more, before pulling away from the taller demon.
"Cul?" The lack of contact broke Anon from her stupor, and she turned her head to peer over her shoulder with a worried glance. She hadn't lost the Dragon's interest while she had been spaced out had she? Did she need to seduce her again…?
Anon wasn't sure she'd be able to pull that one off without a miracle...
"Are you nervous?" Cul's calm voice broke through her worries, though it was laced with an emotion Anon couldn't quite put her finger on. Yet somehow, it still retained the same imperious tone to it that she'd come to expect from the Dragon. "Are you having second thoughts? Peut être…" The Dragoness stepped away from the blonde, which only confused her further.
Crossing the room over to a large chestnut brown dresser, she pulled open a drawer, only to shut it and open another one, repeating the process two or so more times before finally locating what she was looking for. With a triumphant 'je l'ai!', she strutted back to the Succubus with a small leather pouch in hand.
She held it out to the taller demon with a slanted smirk. "Here."
Anon tenderly reached out and took the bag, noting that it was heavy. She eyed Cul with an uncertain glance before shifting her attention to the pouch. She pulled gingerly on the fading velvet strings and watched as they fluttered carelessly to the floor, revealing the shiny gold content within. The Succubus gasped.
"Th-This is…?"
"5,000 bits. Just as promised."
Anon blinked. And then blinked again, before remembering their deal.
Their deal.
"Um… Where should I put this when we… Uh…" The Succubus winced, and Cul chuckled. Closing the distance between them, the Dragon reached out to rest her hands on Anon's hips and pulled her closer.
"You can leave it on the bedside table." The redhead purred, before leaning in close to Anon's ear with hooded eyes. "And, you can leave your clothes on the floor."
Anon blushed, though not as prominent as before. She was beginning to understand the inner workings of the Dragoness' mind, if only a little. Cul seemed to pout at the lack of a sharper reaction, but brushed it off in favor of running her hands up the Succubi's sides, drawing a gasp from her.
A mischievous glimmer flickered through the redheads eyes, not that Anon could see it. She felt the Succubus shift slightly in her grasp as if she wanted to bolt away from her, and Cul hummed quietly in thought. Wrapping her arms around the blondes slender frame, she began to search for the old fashioned hook and eye that she knew held up Anon's crop top. But of course, it was proving to be difficult with the torn patchy white jacket in the way.
Cul growled in annoyance, before clawing lightly at the area she felt the latch hidden under. "Where did you even get this tacky thing?"
"It was a gift…" Anon replied.
"Consider regifting…" The Dragoness muttered, before pulling her arms back to allow the taller demon to shrug off the so called 'tacky jacket'. A flat laugh escaped her. "Try to mix more white into your pallet next time you deck yourself out in black, it won't offset the entire outfit as much."
Green eyes narrowed lightly as their owner dropped their jacket to the floor. "N-Not everyone can afford to color coordinate specific outfits you know…"
Cul shrugged before once again reaching around to unhook the murky black crop top, this time with more success. She took the brown pouch from the Succubi's hand, which she'd had to swap from hand to hand when she'd wiggled out of her jacket, and tossed it onto the bedside table on Anon's right. Anon sighed quietly as Cul wordlessly guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, not missing the way cherry red irises drifted downwards to the newly exposed creamy white skin of Anon's bust.
Her first instinct was to cover her chest from the intrusive gaze… But, a deal was a deal. Shying away from the situation now would not only serve to irritate the Dragon, and she could very well just decide to kick her out without holding up her end of the deal… Anon couldn't afford to let such riches slip through her fingers, not when they were so close. She would have to be the perfect partner.
Though, as she slid further back onto the bed, she couldn't help but let her gaze wander over the Dragon's form with a curious expression. Having stopped to think about it… She wasn't too sure she was prepared for this.
After all, sex was one thing, but sex with another girl? She hadn't the slightest clue as to how that worked.
"You look lost again, ma biche." Cul's voice broke her trance.
"O-Oh... Sorry?" Anon dropped her head, decidedly not wanting to meet Cul's gaze. "I was just… Thinking about something…"
"Care to share? I mean, it's just been awkward silence between us so far." Cul mumbled that last part as she shifted her weight onto the bed, crawling towards Anon with a causal smile. "Raise your arms for me while your at it, I want to get that gaudy top completely off."
"Um, like this?" The blonde lifted her arms up above her head, allowing Cul to hook her fingers under the hem of the black fabric and tug it over Anon's head without much difficulty. A light blush returned to Anon's face, and she quickly tossed the shirt aside so she could lower her arms.
Cul whistled. "Damn. Genetics have been good to you."
"Yeah… I get that a lot…"
"Really~? That exact phrasing?" The redhead lifted her hand to tilt Anon's head back towards her, trailing her nimble fingers down the side of the blondes face and watching in amusement as she subconsciously leaned into the touch. "You have beautiful eyes."
Anon froze, before jerking away from Cul's hand as if burned. Cul blinked at the violent reaction, but the Succubi refused to meet her eye again. She turned her attention to the wall on the far side of the room instead with downcast eyes.
"Y-You know, the longer I stay here, the more people will begin to talk… S-So… You should just get it over with already." Crossing her arms over her chest in a subtle way of covering up, Anon bit her lip as she felt the other demons gaze bore into her. She flinched as a well manicured hand dropped itself onto her head, patting her gently as if she were a dog.
"Let me worry about what others have to say about us." Cul's tone was firm, probably the closest thing to sounding serious it had been all evening. Her eyes seemed to soften, losing their earlier lustful glaze. "Now, you never answered me earlier. What were you thinking about?"
A playful grin took its place on the Dragon's lips, and Anon sighed. Reaching up to remove Cul's hand from her head, which had buried itself in her orangish locks, she pushed it back towards the smaller demon. She'd really rather not explain her thought process… But if her earlier actions were anything to go off of, the Dragoness didn't really care much for the word 'no'.
Anon mulled over her choices as her raised arm returned to its place over her chest. Thinking on it, it would probably benefit her more to know just what Cul planned to do with her. That is, if Cul even knew what she was doing to begin with. It had occurred to her that the Dragon was simply acting on impulse after all… And maybe… Maybe the reward just wasn't worth the pain that was likely to come from all this…
The status of being Pure was considered to be one of the only redeeming qualities for a Succubus… Without that, she would never be seen as an eligible mate to another demon. It would drag her already thin chances of finding a partner down to zero.
But then again, knowing that, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to cast aside her Purity if it meant her sister wouldn't have to work so hard out on the farm day in and day out… At least for a little while.
Anon swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and looked up. Her voice was quiet as she managed out a simple question, "How do you plan to do this?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Cul's cheshire like smile never faltered. Though, Anon was beginning to think her face was just frozen like that. She watched as the Dragoness reached behind her back, only to drag her short, igneous tipped tail into view moments later. Anon paled at the implication, leaning back slightly as Cul pointed the rose tinted tip at her with a snicker.
"You're not serious are you?" She murmured, narrowing her eyes wearily at the offending appendage. Her head turned slightly. "That… Doesn't seem safe…"
"Non, it's completely safe. Dragon's do it this way all the time." Cul rolled the smooth scale around in the closed loop she created with pointer finger and thumb with a shrug. "But if you want, I can just use my fingers. Can't guarantee I won't tear you up on accident, but if you want to take that risk, I'm down."
The blonde shook her head frantically. "N-No no, I- Um…"
"I could also use my tongue too… Or~ We could scissor… Mm~ That sounds tempting." Cul licked her lips, halting the spinning of her tail.
Anon shook her head again. "Um… How about we j-just get this over with already… Okay? I don't want to drag this out anymore then we have too..."
"Bien par moi~"
Without further provocation, the Succubi gasped as Cul suddenly reached out, dropping her tail in the process to pry away Anon's arms from her chest. She dragged the blonde closer to her by the forearms, releasing her right arm to wrap it snugly around Anon's petite waist. Cool talon like fingertips brushed over Anon's right breast, rubbing the nub gently in a circle.
A small squeak escaped Anon. "W-What are you doing?"
"Foreplay." Cul nuzzled the blondes neck fervently. "It makes things better, trust me."
"O-OkaAy~" Anon's voice broke into a moan as Cul bit down on her neck abruptly, running her tongue along the exposed skin with a low purr. She flexed her fingers out to squeeze the entirety of the Succubi's breast. Pressing firmly against the blondes chest, the Dragon smirked as another moan slipped from Anon's mouth.
Cul trailed her other hand down from where it rested on Anon's waist, pausing just above the short skirt that hid the rest of the Succubi's body from view. She leaned away from Anon with a sideways smirk, admiring the darkening mark that was forming on the tender flesh. Her eyes trailed up to meet Anon's before she slipped two fingers underneath the fabrics hem and tugged at it. A lustful looking haze had muddled the Succubi's emerald orbs, her breath coming out in short shudders, and Cul tittered.
"Move over to the pillows, kay?" Breathing softly against the darkened mark, Cul trailed her fingers softly over the covered skin, drawing another whimper from the blonde. "As much as I love frottage, I'd much rather see all of you. That okay?"
"O-Oh um, yeah… But..." Anon mumbled. She subconsciously brought a hand down to tug at her long leather boots as if to bring attention to them. "I should take these off too, right?"
Cul didn't miss a beat. "Mm, nah. Thigh highs are sexy."
Anon's face flushed a bright red and she turned her gaze away from the other demon. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she bent forward to crawl over to the outlandish looking cluster of red and pink pillows Cul had apparently decided to stack into many different structures in her spare time. She could feel the Dragons gaze following her intently as she settled next to a pile of pillows that seemed to be replicating a more plush version of a pyramid. Returning her arms to their previous resting place over her bust, Anon looked back to Cul for further instructions.
The air around them seem to crackle with anticipation, and Anon was starting to get anxious. It felt like Cul was intentionally dragging this on longer than it had to be. She couldn't help but wonder if Cul was already bored of her. Or maybe she really didn't know what to do from here? Well, that would make two of them… Anon knew as much about sex as she did rock farming. Knowing the basics but not actually knowing how to do it.
Stopping to think about it, her parents would probably be very disappointed in her. Not knowing how to do the one thing her species was known for. How pathetic…
Anon almost flinched as thin fingers lifted her chin up, bring her out of her thoughts and into the moment. Cul's gaze seemed to linger on something on the Succubi's neck before she dipped her head down to lap at it with her tongue. Anon shivered at the odd feeling of the warm muscle running along her skin, traveling over the dried blood that had stuck there from her encounter with Fukase.
"Merveilleux…" Cul mumbled, pulling her tongue back to nibble on the soft flesh. "I was wondering what that was. Couldn't see it in that lighting…" A squeak escaped Anon as Cul abruptly pushed her backwards.
The Dragon wasted no time in brushing her hands down Anon's sides and dragging the short black skirt all the way off, tossing it in the general direction of where the croptop had landed before forcing the Succubi's legs apart in one almost flawless motion. Anon swallowed nervously as she propped herself up on her elbows, her face burning as she noticed Cul's eyes briefly flicker up to admire the view.
The redhead circled her right arm around Anon's left leg, both holding it up, and using it to lean on as she poked curiously at the Succubi's slightly damp panties. Her eyes seemed to light up as an idea came to mind. Flashing Anon a toothy grin, she pressed two fingers against the white fabric.
"Succubi self lubricate, right?" She asked expectantly.
Anon had to fight the urge to kick out at the Dragoness, instead shifting her weight on her arms to grab the intrusive hand that still poked at her warmth. She puffed out one cheek and mentally shoved away the uncomfortable heat that was starting to spread down her neck from her face. She sighed.
"We do." She forced out. "S-So, you shouldn't have to worry about that f-foreplay nonsense. Just hurry up."
Cul clicked her tongue, drawing her hand gently out of Anon's grasp before tilting to lean almost completely on the Succubi's propped up leg. "Tu sembles impatient. You know that'd still hurt right?"
"I-It's fine. You can do whatever you want with me… You…" Paid. She wanted to add. Though, part of her didn't want to acknowledge that was a factor in any of this. A small, childish part of her didn't want to think about how she didn't know this demon. How she didn't love this demon. Didn't trust this demon…
Losing her purity like this, would feel wrong.
But she'd do it for Kanon. Because Kanon had done just about everything for her, and she needed to pay her back somehow. Settling down and starting a family of her own… Anon didn't need those things. She would only ever be a small ripple in other demons worlds, a minor blip in a symphony of noise, and she was fine with that. Cul would not remember her after tonight. And that was fine.
Staring into Cul's curious red eyes, only served to reaffirm this. Anon was a novelty to her at best. In the aftermath of it all, she'd be looked at with distant, unfamiliar eyes and told to leave. She'd take her earnings, most likely halved due to poor experience, and disappear from Cul's life like a passing cloud on a sunny day. She would go back home and help Kanon out in the fields like normal, head back in once the harvest was done and have a modest dinner by the fireplace, before going to sleep and resetting back to default.
'Nothing would really change.' Anon mused to herself. Her head tilted to rest against her raised shoulder as she allowed Cul to lift her hips slightly to pull off the white fabric and fully expose her. She closed her eyes. 'I hope Kanon could finish today's harvest without me…'
"Hey." Anon felt a sharp pain in her leg. "Don't fall asleep on me."
Opening her eyes, Anon stared blankly at the demon between her legs before the realization of what was happening came back to her attention. She laughed sheepishly, drifting her gaze to the balcony on her left in embarrassment. She mentally cursed her bad habit of zoning out in the middle of things before bringing her attention back to Cul, who pinched her thigh again with an annoyed grunt to accompany it.
"Oi, pay attention to me or I'll bite you." Cul chided, though, her tone remained playful.
Anon nodded softly in understanding, before flinching as she felt something sharp poke her entrance. A shudder coursed through her body as two talon like fingers begin to rub her slit gently, almost clumsily as to avoid scratching her. Dragging back and forth slowly, occasionally dipping into the warm sex before pulling back out and returning to the tender stroking. It all felt so surreal to the Succubus.
She unconsciously closed her eyes again as the lazy rubbing started to pick up slightly, Cul having decided to curl her fingers to use the middle half instead of her nails. A shaky sigh escaped the Succubus as she felt the two digits press into her, parting the lips gently before something wet and obviously not a finger poked at her entrance. Anon's eyes immediately snapped open, her breath hitching in her throat. She lifted her hands to her mouth, falling flat against the bed in the process as the feeling of Cul's cool tongue lapping at her wetness washed over her.
A muffled moan forced itself though Anon's lips, only prompting Cul to dig her tongue deeper, pressing a little harder as she dragged it along the inside of the slit. She traced her tongue up to the Succubi's clit, circling it teasingly before backing off, only to go right back to circling it seconds later. Anon's hips arched ever so slightly as a tingling feeling shot through her, one hand falling away from her mouth to push weakly at the demon who busied herself with nibbling softly at the nub.
"Mmmn~ C-Cul, stoOop~" Anon protested halfheartedly. Her fingers tangled loosely with the Dragon's fiery red hair, doing little more than to act as a brace against the foreign sensation shooting across her skin. She squeezed her thighs together, brushing against the sides of Cul's head and drawing her closer. Her eyes slipped closed once more as a whimper escaped her.
"Anon~ You look like you're having fun." Cul purred, slightly muffled by the sound of the bed sheets ruffling underneath them as the Succubus wiggled her hips subconsciously.
"Cuuul~" Anon moaned weakly. "S-Sthaa… Pl-Pleease~ I can't… C-Can't…"
"Can't what, Anon~? I haven't done anything yet." Cul cooed, before lifting her head to admire her handiwork, her smirk never faltering.
Anon's breaths came out in shaky gasps, her chest rising and falling with every exhale, giving a slight bounce to her breasts as she lay there panting. Her skin had tinted red around her shoulders and the hand that had covered the Succubi's mouth now rested over her closed eyes while the hand that had gripped Cul's hair now lay twitching at her outer thigh. Cul could faintly hear the blondes soft moans as she shifted her hips needily in search of friction, her mouth falling open halfway as one of the Dragon's fingers brushed against her sensitive organ.
A flicker of amusement flashed through Cul's eyes as she watched Anon writhe for a moment longer than she probably should have. But in her defence, she was having fun readjusting her fingers everytime Anon managed to push one inside of herself. It was becoming clear to her that the Succubus was beginning to get drunk off of arousal, and Cul inwardly frowned at the realization she'd have to start hurrying things along. Anon would break much too quickly for Cul's liking if she kept teasing her like this.
Anon was still pure after all.
The Dragon chuckled and straightened up, noting how Anon's breath once again hitched as she did so, before slipping her left hand away from the Succubi's warmth and bringing it up to her mouth. Her concentration nearly broke at the lewd mewl of protest Anon let out as she moved the hand obstructing her vision to stare at Cul with hazy green eyes clouded with wanton lust, but she shook it off. It would all come in due time. And it would come alright…
Cul hummed to herself as she popped her two fingers into her mouth, biting down gently on her finely kept nails experimentally. She could taste the clear sweet liquid that had dribbled onto them, and she subconsciously swiped her tongue over it in an attempt to draw more of the intoxicating flavor into her mouth. Her eyes trailed down to Anon's quivering form, following every delicate curve of her body, every rise and fall of her plump chest. She reveled in the fact that she had done this.
Anon had come undone at her hands. Anon was hers to break. She would be the one to take Anon's purity. No one else could ever have her. Anon would belong to her. Anon did belong to her.
A loud crack nearly snapped Anon from her lustful daze. She blinked blearily up at the Dragon who had shifted to lean over top of her, squinting slightly in confusion as Cul bit cleanly through her own claws, seemingly lost within a daze of her own. She watched as Cul dragged her noticeably shorter talons in between her powerful fangs, blunting them, before turning her head to spit the broken pieces onto the floor.
"Hey…" Cul husked, peering down at Anon with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes. "Succubi have really low odds of getting pregnant, right?"
Anon had to think about that for a moment, before nodding her head.
"Good." Cul licked her lips, and Anon shuddered. She could feel the Dragon's duller claws pushing into her entrance slowly, sliding in almost seamlessly with a faint squelching sound. Cul tittered. "I'm not used to your body yet, so if you feel something… Warm, when I'm inside you… Just know it isn't blood."
"W-What do yo- Ah!" Anon yelped as she felt the slender fingers inside her suddenly rotate, scissoring her before thrusting roughly against her flower. She moaned, bringing one hand up to try and stifle it only for Cul to restrain her with her free hand.
"Ne cache pas ta voix." Cul whispered softly, before gingerly releasing her hold on the blondes wrist and leaning down to rest her head against Anon's neck, nuzzling it tenderly.
Anon moaned needily as the Dragoness scrapped her fingers across a sensitive spot along the roof of her walls, stopping to poke and prod it testingly. She jerked her head to the right as Cul began to massague that spot, starting off slow before beginning to pick up speed, soon leaving Anon with an uncomfortable heat coiling in her stomach that wouldn't go away no matter how much she twisted and turned her body. She could feel Cul starting to trail kisses up her neck, leaving each place she touched tempered and cool compared to the rest of her.
"Casser pour moi, Anon…" The Dragoness murmured into her ear, before nipping at the shell softly.
"Aa~ C-Cuuul..." Anon screwed her eyes shut as one of her hands found their way up to rest on Cul's shoulder while the demon shakily pushed herself up to tower over the antsy Succubi.
A sinful sound ripped itself free from Anon's mouth as the coil winding up inside her finally snapped. Like a tidal wave crashing down over top of her, she found herself drowning in bliss as Cul's fingers slowly pulled out of her, coated in her sweet juices. She unconsciously thrust her hips at the loss of contact between her and the Dragon, but she wasn't allowed a second to dwell on it as Cul hooked an arm over one of her legs and raised her hips up slightly.
It was an awkward position to say the least, what with Anon now pulled slightly off the pillow and staring up at an obviously turned on Dragon. She didn't even have the energy to keep her hold on Cul's shoulder, instead choosing to let her hand fall beside her head in a rather submissive display. Her head tilted to the left, mind still reeling from climax as her breaths left her in quick bursts.
A small gasp escaped her as she felt something round and cool press against her dripping sex. She glanced up to Cul, who merely stared back, clearly more engaged in licking off the sticky fluid that dribbled down her hand than she was about her tail tip that was currently pressing itself expectantly against Anon's entrance. The Succubi groaned to herself, before reaching down with both hands to stretch open her labia and allow the appendage access, a dark blush crossing her face as she quickly broke eye contact with the other demon.
Anon forced down a moan of sheer pleasure as Cul's tail pushed in slowly, sending tremors pulsing through the already sensitive organ. She bit her lip.
"Someone's eager for tail dick." Cul teased, pulling her saliva slicked fingers out of her mouth only to shake them off to the side in a half hearted attempt to dry them. "What happened to not thinking it's safe~?"
Anon's face seemed to reden, if that were even possible. She brought her arms up to rest over her face and sighed heavily into them. Cul just chuckled at her reaction and dropped her newly free hand down to adjust her tails positioning. The Dragon shot Anon a wicked smirk.
"Might wanna prepare yourself, Anon." She cooed. "I'm not being gentle with you anymore."
Anon snuck an annoyed glance through her arm barricade, to which Cul stuck out her tongue and playfully nudged her tail tip deeper. A faint blush dusted the Dragon's face for the first time that evening as her tail was engulfed in Anon's heat, almost sinking into the wet core with minimal effort on her end. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making any noise as she pulled her tail back from the greedy embrace it was being tugged into.
Steadying herself on her knees, Cul exhaled deeply, taking in the sight of Anon shifting and twisting her slender frame in a thinly veiled attempt at pushing Cul back inside her. Sweat glistened off of the Succubi's lithe body as she rolled her hips, moaning softly at the friction caused by it. Her chest bobbed with every little adjustment to her position, and Cul found herself staring fixedly on them as she thrust her tail back in, watching as the plump mounds bounced along with the momentum.
It felt almost like a bittersweet victory, seeing as how she'd fantasized about this very sight for some time now. She'd have to admit, her imagination hadn't done it justice.
"C~ul…" Anon whimpered, her arms falling away to reveal her lustful expression. Cul felt her tail twitch against her crotch as Anon stared up at her with hazy eyes, her tongue beginning to poke out over her bottom lip. Another whimper escaped her as she thrust her hips weakly against Cul's, one eye closing as a breathy moan passed through her lips. "P-Plea~se… Cul... F- Fha..~ I can't… Please…"
"P-Please, what?" Cul breathed lowly.
"Aah… Pl- Pleas~e! T-Take me~" Anon's broke away into a loud moan as her head fell back against the pillow.
That was all the conformation Cul needed though, as she dropped Anon's leg that she had been holding in favor of leaning over her and bringing one hand up to roughly grope the Succubi's right breast, squeazing it firmly. Anon squeaked softly as the Dragoness ran one blunted nail around the nipple, occasionally twisting and pulling at it while she realigned her hips to accommodate the new position. Cul bent her head to hide her face in the crook of Anon's neck for the second time that evening as she finally gave a serious thrust into the Succubi's waiting core.
Anon groaned happily as Cul's tail filled her almost in one go, her pulsing walls catching the merlot tinted tip and ensnaring it within her juices. She wrapped her arms around the Dragon's shoulders and lifted her hips slightly to allow for better access as Cul dragged her tail almost all the way out before slamming it back in. Each push seemed to graze against that special bundle of nerves deep within her and drew a lewd mewl of excitement from her as she was edged closer and closer to climax once again. Meanwhile Cul had busied herself with nibbling the soft flesh on Anon's neck in a fruitless attempt to ignore her own rising desire for release.
The spring was winding tight for Anon as the slippery tail inside her bumped against the deepest parts of her, making her already horny self writhe and moan desperately for release. Gone were her prior worries of not being able to satisfy the princess. Now, all that rested in their place were selfish thoughts of how the princess could satisfy her. Even if she knew she'd come to regret these thoughts later.
"Cu~l I-I'm… Aah~! Please~ R-Right th~ere!" Words slipped from her mouth without her consent. Almost as if her instincts were running wild, leaving her no control over her actions. Though, Cul was more than happy to comply with her wishes.
Anon whimpered and screwed her eyes shut as the hard appendage was driven deeper into her, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her entire body. Time seemed to crawl to a stop. A muffled moan clawed its way up her throat only to be swallowed up by Cul's soft lips. The Succubus gasped, raking her short nails down the Dragon's back as the merlot appendage burrowed deep inside her, finally forcing her all the way over the edge and allowing her to be swept away in another curent of mind-numbing bliss.
Anon's cries were hushed against the Dragon's mouth as tremors rocked her body and left her aching. She whined as Cul's roughly ran her tongue over her own, doing little to distract her from the feeling of sticky fluid running down her inner thighs. She heard Cul moan softly into her mouth before she pulled away abruptly, a grimace on her face.
"Fuck…" She muttered darkly, pushing herself up quickly.
The Succubi didn't even need to ask what was wrong. She cringed slightly as she felt a hot liquid start to pour into her, before Cul slipped her tail out with a wet pop, allowing the rest of the light purple fluid secreting from the appendage to fall onto the sheets. Cul let out a shaky sigh.
"I… Meant to pull out sooner." The Dragoness blushed faintly, her gaze traveling up to meet Anon's. She flashed a crooked smile. "You probably don't wanna walk home with cum dripping down your legs."
A flush spread across Anon's face as she shakily pushed herself up onto her elbows, glancing away from the other demon as her mind began to catch up with her. "Is… Is that why you wanted to know if I could get pregnant?" She coughed, her throat starting to become sore from overuse.
"That was part of it." Cul shrugged, before shaking off her tail to make sure it wasn't leaking anymore.
The Dragon beat her wings experimentally before springing backwards off of the bed and landing on the carpeted floor with a muted thump. Anon watched curiously as she turned and walked off towards the white wood door at the other end of the room. Cul pushed it open with a light shove and disappeared into what looked like a bathroom, leaving Anon to wait and wonder as to what she was up to.
Slowly, she watched the door creak shut. And her heart sank as the faint sound of running water reached her ears.
Cul was done with her.
She'd served her purpose here, whether Cul actually enjoyed it or not. And while she had known the Dragon wouldn't give her a pat on the head and tell her she enjoyed her company, it was still somewhat… Disheartening. She had at least hoped Cul would see her off, or say something… Anything.
But she supposed this was fine to. Cul probably wanted to rest after a nice bath or something.
Anon sighed, straining her aching muscles to push herself into a sitting position. She would need to find her clothes and get dressed before Cul got back. But glancing around the room from her position in the center of the bed wasn't proving to be a very useful vantage point. Her joints screamed at her to stop moving so much as she crawled slowly to the side of the bed, where her bag of coins sat undisturbed on the bedside table.
Her tail flopped limply behind her as she turned to set one unsteady foot down onto the floor, carefully applying pressure on it to test if it could support her weight. She brought her other foot down slowly, before pushing off of the bed with her arms and attempting to stand. A small squeak escaped her as she immediately collapsed to the floor, her back burning as it slid against the silky blanket behind her. She groaned, dropping her head back against the comforter.
She was tired. Her legs weren't working. She wasn't even dressed, nor could she properly locate her clothes in this condition. It was almost like Cul had made it difficult for her to leave on purpose.
Anon shut her eyes with a pitiful moan of defeat. She regretted everything.
She regretted not waiting for Kanon. Regretted getting caught by nobles and coerced into sleeping with one. Regretted the way she'd felt while with Cul… And especially, she regretted giving her Purity to a Dragon of all creatures. She should have known they were all the same.
Bitter tears stung the corners of her eyes, and fatigue was slowly catching up with her. She shook her head, bringing her knees up to her chest to hug them tightly against her body despite her muscles screeching in protest. She just wanted to rest…
Yet she didn't even notice when she actually drifted off.
"Vous êtes une poignée, ma biche." Cul murmured quietly as she watched the sleeping Succubi slump onto the floor from where she stood by the bathroom door. In her hand she held a damp washcloth, soft in texture and ideal for rubbing along sensitive patches of skin. The Dragoness shook her head with a slight smile. "I told ya you wouldn't want to walk home like that."
She shook her head, before striding over to where the resting demon lay. She tossed the washcloth onto the bed and carefully bent down to scoop up the Succubus into her arms, moving slowly as to not disturb her. She placed Anon back onto the bed before picking up the washcloth and climbing onto the bed herself. Her eyes trailed quickly over the thick black tail that molded and squished in on itself to easily accommodate for it's owner laying over top of it.
Cul humed in thought as she began to wipe away the drying fluids on Anon's thighs. She had almost forgotten Succubi even had tails. Though, she was almost certain they were supposed to have wings as well. And Anon was definitely lacking those.
She paused to brush two fingers over the small cut Anon had left on her cheek from her earlier sneak attack, a frown crossing her face. She tried to brush it off and go back to work on cleaning up the Succubus. But now that she'd noticed it, she couldn't shake off the thought.
Where were Anon's wings?
~END CHAPTER~
Annnd you've made it to the end of chapter two. Congratulations on making it this far, you're a real trooper. I really need to find a beta reader or something... But anyways, here are some things about this chapter you may or may not have noticed because I honestly have no where else to put this information.
Cul was wearing clothes the whole time. She just didn't want to take them off because the method to getting out of them involves a lot of wiggling and she's trying to set a mood that isn't a Dragon's rendition of a caterpillar metamorphoses. Any one reading this on Wattpad already know's what her train wreak of an outfit looks like but to those of you reading on or AO3 have no idea what she's wearing because my dumb ass didn't ever describe her.
Basically she's wearing a weird hybrid skin tight corset crossed with lingerie. She also has really long boots, which she also didn't take off because 'thigh highs are sexy'. Cul also also has some nubby ass horns. Her tail is kinda short too, but don't mention that to her. It's like telling a guy he has a small dik.
Moving on from that, anyone who didn't already know where the inside joke about tail dik came from is now in the know. Cul just wants to fuk the succ okay. And speaking of that, Anon is very much angst this chapter. When she isn't... Getting tail dik at least.
Can you guys tell I'm not taking these endnotes seriously anymore? I wanted to also mention that Anon's tail is a lot more flexible than Cul's, as in she can actually lay on it and it will just kinda mold to her shape so she doesn't even feel it. The bone inside it is thin and surprisingly bendable, it takes a lot of effort to actually snap it because of this. Though, if you're so inclined to do so, it is possible. The bone will just heal back after awhile and be good as new however so I don't know why you'd bother.
Get ready to meet Kanon next chapter.
French Translations:
Ma dame - My lady.
J'ai de la chance - I'm lucky.
Peut être - May be.
Je l'ai - I got it.
Ma biche - My doe.
Non - No.
Bien par moi - Fine by me/Well by me
Merveilleux - Wonderful.
Ne cache pas ta voix - Do not hide your voice.
Casser pour moi - Break for me.
Vous êtes une poignee, ma biche - You are a handful, my doe.
Translating Cul's French is gonna kill me. I'll try for serious this time not to keep you guys waiting so long for the next update.
Well, till next time.
Farewell.