by Tamryn Tamer
“You r-really think I’m p-perfect?” Desdemona asked as she softly licked his balls. The demoness salivated as she ran her tongue against them before working her way along the lower part of his shaft. She pressed her wet tongue hard against his thick cock and moved from the base to the tip, just as Lysandra had done. “Even though I’m a d-demon?”
“You know I don’t care about that,” Frost moaned as the two women worked in tandem. Lysandra continually licked and kissed the sides of his cock, occasionally taking the tip into her mouth as Desdemona pressed her tongue hard against the underside while working her way up, as if she were aggressively licking a popsicle. “Fuck.”
The beautifully dressed women continued bathing his hard cock with their tongues while kneeling in front of him. Their soft hands moved back and forth on his thighs, massaging them as they moved closer to his cock but always moving away before reaching it. They were giving him enough attention to excite but not enough to satisfy. He let out a soft moan as Lysandra took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as Desdemona’s wet tongue lapped at his balls.
“Mmm,” Lysandra moaned as she sucked the tip of his cock.
Frost looked down and saw Desdemona’s free hand pressing against the front of Lysandra’s skirt, pushing the fabric against Lysandra’s pussy as the demoness methodically moved her fingers up and down.
“Lysandra…” Desdemona moaned as the elf instantly returned the favor.
“You’re the one that needs to say it,” Lysandra said sweetly while licking the side of Frost’s cock. “The words need to come from you.”
“But what if…” Desdemona whimpered as Lysandra increased the pressure against Desdemona’s clit. “What if…I don’t think I can ask…”
“Don’t worry so much. He’s told you how much he loves you,” Lysandra said before taking her time performing another long stroke along Frost’s cock before popping the tip into her mouth.
Frost’s head was swimming as the two women continued their onslaught on his cock. Desdemona’s warm wet tongue gliding along the bottom of his cock and his balls as Lysandra worshiped the sides of his cock as well as the tip. His engorged dick throbbed with excitement as he imagined Lysandra taking him deeper. He longed to feel her tight throat squeezing his shaft as Desdemona licked his balls.
“Not yet…” Lysandra said, pushing away Frost’s hand as he placed it on her head.
“Fuck,” Frost moaned as his cock pulsated. He was being kept on the edge as the two women masterfully teased his thick cock, pushing him closer and closer to the edge but never allowing him to go over. “You’re torturing me…”
“The fertility spell,” Lysandra said as she playfully flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “Make sure it’s off.”
“You already know I haven’t been using it with you,” Frost replied while thinking of immersing his cock in the white-haired elf’s warm wet mouth.
“I know,” Lysandra moaned seductively while once again taking the tip of his cock. She slowly took it deeper, moving her head down a quarter of his shaft and holding herself there as her tongue slithered against the underside of the tip of his cock.
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as the elf slowly pulled away. “Don’t stop.”
“My love,” Lysandra pulled away from his cock and began kissing Desdemona’s neck, working her way to the crimson haired demoness’ lips. The two women gently kissed each before turning their attention back to Frost. “You understand, don’t you?”
“Des?” Frost glanced at blushing demoness. She nodded slowly while averting her eyes.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to…” Desdemona whispered while kissing the base of his cock. “I’m happy just being with you. B-but…I w-want you to…I w-want y-you to k-keep your p-promise…”
“Des?” Lysandra shook her head. “This has nothing to do with promises. Does it?”
“No, it d-doesn’t,” Desdemona shivered as she spoke. “It’s w-what I w-want. D-darling, it would m-make me so happy to h-have your baby…I really want to have your b-baby…p-please darling.”
“She has been so patient with you. She’s been waiting so long and she’s worked up the courage to ask you. What is your answer?” Lysandra said while placing her hand on the shaft of his cock. The elf slowly stroked him and took the tip into her mouth again. She pressed her tongue against the base of his tip and slowly slid it back and forth, matching her hands careful strokes.
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as Lysandra slowly took him deeper into her mouth, pausing partway as if waiting for a response. His thick cock throbbed as the tip pressed at the entrance to her throat. “Okay, the infertility spell is off.”
He felt the tip of his cock move beyond the entrance of Lysandra’s tight throat as the elf gradually took it down. Her beautiful violet eyes instantly began to water as Frost’s large cock slowly stretched her throat. Every inch was a struggle as the elf did her best to relax. The warm walls of her esophagus throbbed around him while squeezing his thick shaft.
“Oh, fuck, I love you so much,” Frost moaned as he felt Lysandra continue to take him even deeper until he felt her lips completely wrapped around the base. The elf gagged slightly as she held herself there for several seconds and then carefully started to pull her head away.
“Darling, I love you so much,” Desdemona moaned as tears filled her eyes. The demoness happily returned to licking his balls and the sensation of Lysandra’s throat squeezing his cock as Desdemona lavished his balls in adoration was almost too much.
“I love…fuck…” Frost gasped as he felt Desdemona’s long warm tongue go lower. The demoness slowly moved her tongue even lower, pressing it against his perineum as Lysandra continued to suck his cock. “Holy fuck…”
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Desdemona said as her tongue continued to journey lower, sending a jolt through him as he felt her warmth beneath him. The gorgeous crimson-haired demoness’s tongue was unbelievable as she reached his ass.
“Mmph,” Lysandra groaned as Frost’s cock throbbed uncontrollably in her mouth. The white-haired elf took a deep breath through her nose and again took his cock into her throat as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Fuck,” Frost tightly gripped the bed’s comforter as Lysandra choked his throbbing cock down. Desdemona’s tongue moved upward again to his balls as Lysandra moved closer to the base. The gorgeous demoness started licking up the drool Lysandra left on the cock before moving downward again with an even wetter tongue.
Lysandra’s technique was unbelievable. Every time the watery eyed elf took his cock down it became easier to accommodate him and her speed gradually increased. Before long the elf was only pulling back to the halfway point before practically shoving her face back down on his cock. Frost couldn’t take it as Desdemona’s warm tongue pressed against his ass while Lysandra aggressively took his cock to the base.
“I’m…fuck…” Frost groaned as he placed his hand on Lysandra’s head, holding her down as he felt his cock pulse inside of her, firing directly down her throat and into her stomach. Desdemona pressed her tongue against him, as if pushing a button as his entire body tensed, and Lysandra’s throat squeezed him as she reflexively swallowed everything that he was pouring into her.
“Mmmmffffmmm,” Lysandra released a slow, long, guttural groan as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Every pulse of his cock caused her throat to squeeze his cock as her face twitched, until he finally released her head. The elf slowly pulled away and gasped as she wiped her mouth. “Mmm. There better be more where that came from.”
“Are you kidding me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” Frost laughed. He was still rearing to go as he stared at the finely dressed elf that’d just taken every inch of his cock down.
Lysandra and Desdemona both stood up and started undressing. Lysandra’s ground fell on the ground first and Frost’s was stunned. Instead of a bra, Lysandra was wearing a pair of white pasties over her nipp
les. He couldn’t take his eyes off her flawless chest, which had grown significantly since her pregnancy, and wondered if she couldn’t fit into her bras anymore.
“Wow,” Frost chuckled as his eyes gravitated downward, past her baby bump to her white garter belt clipped to her thigh high stockings and white crotchless panties. He wanted to throw her onto the bed and tear into her like a wolf devouring a lamb.
“That’s a good reaction,” Lysandra giggled.
“Can you help me?” Desdemona asked as she turned her back to Lysandra.
Frost watched as the lewdly dressed elf slowly ran her fingers down Desdemona’s back. Lysandra leaned forward and kissed Desdemona’s upper back while slowly wrapping her hands around Desdemona’s waist. Lysandra glanced seductively at Frost as she slid her hands between the scarlet-haired demoness’ legs.
“L-Lysandra,” Desdemona panted. “I meant with the dress.”
“In due time,” Lysandra said as she slowly turned Desdemona toward Frost.
Frost was entranced as Lysandra slid her hands up and down the pale-skinned demoness’ body, squeezing her chest and pressing her fingers against Desdemona’s pussy through her clothing. Lysandra was making a show of fondling the moaning redhead in front of him.
Eventually, once she was done teasing him, Lysandra slowly undid Desdemona’s form-fitting dress and started pulling it down, revealing a black-lace bralette that struggled to contain the demoness’ large chest. Lysandra continued pulling the dress further and revealed a pair of black crotchless panties that matched Lysandra’s, complete with matching black garter and thigh high stockings.
“Double wow,” Frost said, smirking as he stared at the pale-skinned demoness. Her large breasts looked unbelievably welcoming and her waist was remarkably slender, but her hips and thighs left him breathless. He wasn’t sure if it was all of the talk about wanting to get pregnant but she was looking remarkably fertile and he just wanted to bury his face between them.
Frost got up and walked toward both women. Lysandra gently pushed Desdemona forward, guiding her into Frost’s arms first. He gripped her waist and pulled her close before burying his face in her slender neck. The demoness normally wore her thick crimson hair down, making her neck difficult to get to, so he was going to enjoy this unencumbered access. He slid his hands up and down her waist before hooking them beneath her round ass.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Frost growled in her ears as the demoness returned his embrace, running her hands up and down his large back as his cock throbbed against her.
“She really is,” Lysandra agreed as she approached Desdemona from behind. The violet-eyed elf took the other side of Desdemona’s neck and began kissing and licking the demoness.
“Goddess…” Desdemona whined as she found herself sandwiched between Frost and Lysandra. He could feel the heat coming from her burning cunt as the demoness moaned in ecstasy.
“My love, can you feel that? Your beautiful wife is waiting for you to breed her,” Lysandra said while sliding her hands between Desdemona’s legs. “She’s practically on fire.”
“Yes,” Desdemona whimpered. “Breed me.”
“Show me how much you want it,” Frost growled in Desdemona’s ear before guiding her to the bed. “Convince me.”
“C-convince you?” Desdemona repeated as she stared at him.
“You really are too much sometimes,” Lysandra said as she started to walk past him. Frost quickly pulled her toward him and held her in place. “My love?”
“It’s your own fault, how do you expect me to control myself with the two of you like this?” Frost said as wrapped his arm around Lysandra and aggressively grabbed one of her large breasts. He removed his hand and gave her a quick smack on the ass causing her to let out a yelp. “Now, be a good girl and keep quiet as Des convinces me to breed her.”
“Okay,” Desdemona panted as she sat down on the bed and removed her bralette, exposing her perfect pale breasts. She smiled nervously and leaned back onto the bed and spread her legs, exposing her pussy between the slits of the crotchless panties. “P-please breed me darling.”
“That’s not very convincing,” Frost said, smirking as he watched the demoness spread her legs for him.
“Please, please, please,” Desdemona whimpered as she started using one of her hands to spread her pussy for him. “I want you to breed my little pussy. Please my darling. I’m begging you to breed me.”
“I’m still not convinced,” Frost said as he slid his hand down Lysandra’s waist and around her ass. He slipped his hand between her legs and began fingering her drenched pussy as he watched Desdemona debase herself. His cock was throbbing with excitement as he watched the demoness lose herself as she entertained him.
“Goddess, please,” Desdemona cried out as she wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them back so he could see both her porcelain ass and pink pussy perfectly. “Please breed me my love. I’ll do anything for you. You can have every inch of me as much as you want forever. Just please breed me. Please fill my wicked demon pussy with your seed. Please breed me. I’m begging you, my love.”
“That’s more like it,” Frost said as he pulled his hand from Lysandra’s pussy. He licked Lysandra’s sweet flavor from his fingers and walked toward Desdemona. As he arrived at the foot of the bed, he stared down at her beautiful glistening pussy. Even her crotchless panties were completely drenched in her natural lubricant. He turned to Lysandra and smiled. “You too.”
“What?” Lysandra asked while staring at Desdemona, her body trembling as she waited for Frost.
“Beg me to breed her,” Frost said, smirking wickedly at the elf. “I want to hear you say it.”
“You’re so awful sometimes,” Lysandra said, blushing as she crawled into the bed next to Desdemona. “Please my love, breed Desdemona. I want to watch my husband fill her wicked little demon cunt with his seed.”
“You are both so fucking perfect,” Frost said as he slipped the tip of his thick cock into Desdemona’s cunt. Her pussy was burning like a furnace as he slowly slid his cock inside of her, spreading her tight walls as he drove himself deeper.
“Yes, goddess, yes!” Desdemona whined as her body shook and before Frost was fully inserted a burst of fluid splashed against his pelvis.
“Already,” Frost chuckled. “You must really want to be bred.”
“So much,” Desdemona said, nodding as her body quivered. The pale-skinned demoness had never looked so vulnerable as she laid on her back with her arms wrapped around her knees. “I want to be bred by you so much. I love you so much my darling.”
“Then I better give you what you ask for,” Frost said as he slid his cock to the base, pressing it against her core as the unbelievable warmth of her cunt overwhelmed his cock. Her slippery walls tightened around him as he slowly started moving inside of her.
“Goddess, I just can’t wait any longer,” Lysandra whined as she played with her drenched pussy. Her fingers were covered in her own juices as she stared at Frost’s cock thrusting inside of Desdemona. The elf’s violet-eyes gradually moved from Desdemona’s pussy and up her body toward her ecstatic face. Lysandra crawled over to Lysandra and positioned herself over the demoness’ face with her back facing Frost. Her gorgeous white hair fell over halfway down her back as she hovered over Desdemona. “If you want our darling husband’s seed, you’ll need to please me as well.”
“Yes,” Desdemona panted as Lysandra lowered herself down. Desdemona’ tongue met the beautiful elf halfway, quickly lapping up her ample juices as they dripped from her pussy. There wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation as she alternated between attacking Lysandra’s clit and thrusting her long tongue inside of the elf.
Frost continued sliding his cock in and out of Desdemona’s drenched cunt as he watched the demoness lick Lysandra’s wet pussy. He couldn’t help but stare at the elf’s perfect ass as she straddled Desdemona’s face. As the white-haired elf continued raising and lowering her hips as her thick nectar dripp
ed onto Desdemona’s tongue.
“Yes, right there, yes,” Lysandra said as she gripped Desdemona’s horns and began roughly fucking her face. “Keep that filthy tongue where it is. Yes, keep it right there. Just like when our darling is away. Right fucking there. Goddess, yes!”
Lysandra thrust her hips down as nectar splattered against Desdemona’s face, holding the demoness there as she bathed her in her plentiful juices.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” Frost growled as he thrust his cock to the base, striking Desdemona’s core like he wanted to destroy her. Her warmth felt like it was permeating his entire body as he immersed his cock in her fiery pussy. He squeezed her plush thighs as he pinned her down, fucking her with abandon. She was his, all his. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. You want to be bred? I’ll fucking breed you. I’m going to fill you until you’re fucking overflowing.”
“Mmmff,” Desdemona moaned as her body trembled.
“Do you want that, you dirty little slut?” Frost panted as he continued fucking her. “Do you want me to fill you until this filthy cunt is overflowing?”
“Mmhm,” Desdemona whined.
“Fuck,” Frost grunted as his cock seized inside of Desdemona’s warm cunt and began filling her with his seed. He felt the trickle of Desdemona’s juices against his abdomen as the pale demoness moaned in pleasure. Her pussy throbbed against him as it attempted to squeeze every drop of cum from his cock. Frost’s body trembled as his cock spasmed uncontrollably inside of the wanton demoness. “Don’t you dare spill a drop or you’ll be punished.”
“Goddess,” Desdemona gasped as Lysandra lifted her hips. The demoness panted for air as she stared down at Frost, her fluid-drenched face glistening as she flashed her fanged smile. “Yes, darling! Fill your naughty wife’s pussy!”
“That’s right,” Frost said as he slowly pulled his cock from her cum-filled cunt. He stared down at her gaping pussy as Desdemona continued holding her knees, treating her pussy like a full glass that shouldn’t be tipped. Frost gave her ass a powerful smack. “Now stay like that.”