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Months into being with Midnight, his exploration with you was at oftentimes just limited to touch or just something vanilla, but the more he spent time around you, the more he felt himself grow obsessed with a rising curiosity of wanting to dominate you.
“Let’s try something else today,” he softly spoke, his deep voice gravelly and full of need. He patted down his thighs as though to draw you closer.
Midnight was fully aware of what he wanted from you. To have you filled to the brim with him and literally left breathlessly gagging was a sight worthy of waiting centuries for.
You approached him and sat on the edge of bed, already having an idea of where this was all going. Given his half lidded look and the position he had you sit in before him, you almost already anticipated it.
“We’ll take this slowly,” he murmured, his large grey fingers weaving through your hair to urge you closer with a single pull. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”
Guiding you closer, his other hand disappeared off into the voidlike shadows where the rest of his body was partially concealed by flickering black flames. This was a survival mechanism for succubi and incubi alike, to help blend them into the darker depths away from uninvited eyes, but it mostly just looked interesting to you.
Pushing you towards the rolling flames, you were met with a feeling of tickling warmth that smoothed into caressing strokes over your form.
Midnight’s voice was encouraging and even gentle as he worked you into taking him in, “Open your mouththat’s it, relax your jawyou’re doing so good.”
Midnight praised you with all that he could as the tip of monstrous length pressed into your lips, immediately filling out your mouth with a slowly, sliding ease over your tongue and back as much as he could go.
The sensation of his swelling cock stretching out your cheeks had caused both your eyes and mouth to involuntarily water the more he pushed inside. It surely felt overwhelming, but his constant praise kept you going.
Midnight’s eyes fluttered as he continued to glide his throbbing shaft down the slick of your tongue. His hold against your skull slightly tightened the closer he pushed himself towards your throat, breaking the skin on your scalp ever so slightly with his pointed black claws.
“You’re doing so good,” he breathlessly spoke, “just a little bit more…”
The sensation for you was almost unbearable, but the singing praise he gave you was surely encouraging and drove you forward.
“Almost there,” he continued to whisper, the feeling so addictive that he could have sworn that he grew even harder as he drove himself forward into you, “you’re going to make me feel so good…”
Finally, you felt a bloated fullness way down your throat. The sensation was bizarre from his monstrous length and you couldn’t help but gag and protest by palming at this thighs to let you relax, but all that he did was tighten the grip around your hair, holding you steadily in place.
“Perfect,” Midnight hummed in a pleased tone, “now, let me teach you how to use your throat for me.”
Taking it once again slowly at first, you responded in gurgling whirs as he forced himself down your throat, feeling the pressure from gagging on his sheer size.
The intensity of his gliding thrusts became slightly more heated, the feeling growing unbearable as pain started to mix with pleasure. On one hand, you were very much aroused from what he was capable of doing with you and that you were even capable of doing it for himon another hand however, it was near impossible for you to do anything at all.
The more he continued, the more intense his movements became. You felt as though he was tearing you apart from the inside, but it was also clear that Midnight was soon approaching a climax given just how tense and taut his body was becoming.
With a possessive purr, Midnight was sure to remind you just who you belonged to. “You’re going to swallow aren’t you? To take every last drop? You’re all mine, after all.”
His hips soon began to stutter, his grip on your hair tightening with almost scalping intensity before finally finding his anticipated release. You could feel the hot, thick cum filling your throat as he slowly then pulled out, coating your insides with a radiating heat. He held you in place while doing so, his calloused hands cupping either side of your face and his body shuddering with each passing vibration of his orgasm.
When he finally pulled out, you found yourself gasping for air that now felt rich against your lungs. Your body trembled as it readjusted, feeling like soft putty in his hands.
With languid, soothing strokes, his touch grew gentle again as his the passion in his voice was soon replaced with an affectionate tone, “You did so well.”
Midnight then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, not admitting it out loud as to not discourage you, but finding it almost irresistible with just how you ruined you were.
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