Commission: Djemonique - Preview 2

And the other preview I had out for the commissioner. Steeeeamier.

"Without a word he slipped back to his room, shutting the door behind him to block out the noise. With the quiet he could at least take some time to work on his future plans. Or so he'd hoped at least.
“You’ll make a wonderful father some day James.”
The strange feminine voice came from his room. His doorknob was still firm in his hand, but he could see his fingers go pale as the intruder spoke. Every word she’d said was sultry and seductive, dripping like warm honey that tingled as it washed over him.
He was afraid to see the intruder, and as he turned his head the feeling felt rightfully warranted. She was stunning, lithe and curvy like a centerfold model for an adult magazine, but you couldn’t help your eyes drawing to her inhuman features. The most prominent of which were a pair of cream coloured, leathery wings, even folded behind her they were nearly as big as the rest of her body, their sharp “thumbs” high above her head.
Following them down you came to her face. Even in the darkness of the power outrage you could see her lips were full and pouty, parted ever so slightly to reveal small fangs that added an air of naughty danger to her grin. The lines of her mouth pointed outwards and flowed into the long knife-like shapes of her ears. They had to be inches long each, and pointed out between the tightly woven braids of her hair like arrows. They weren’t the only things breaking through her stark white locks either, as a pair of dark horns curved up and out from her scalp to point menacingly towards him.
The most striking feature though, looking at him through the shadows, were her eyes. They were a pristine rose, with large pupils that were like peering into the abyss. There was something slightly off about their shape, the voids not quite round as they should be. In the dark, and across the room, James couldn’t put his finger quite on it.
No matter how attractive she was however, she had still broken into his room. He opened his mouth, ready to scream for help, only to have her up in an instant. In the span of a blink she was suddenly only inches from him, a slender finger pressed against his lips.
“You probably won’t like the gag,” she purred with a small grin, “but I can’t have you making any noise tonight.”
Gag? His unspoken question was answered as he felt a small ball appear in his mouth, on top of his tongue. It swelled quickly, forcing his lips apart and bulging out between his teeth, filling his mouth to the brim with what felt like rubbery foam.
He tried to make a noise, the thing muffling his voice to nothing but a stressed whine, too quiet for anyone to hear.
The inhuman woman seemed satisfied, a tail curling around from behind her to brush his leg with its spaded tip. “Now listen closely my love,” she whispered, snapping her fingers.
Behind him he heard the bolt on his door move on its own, trapping him in with her. From his nightstand the golden card flew gracefully through the air to land between her fingers. The words “True love is coming,” had changed to “True love is here,” drawing his dark eyes between them and the woman born down on him.
“If I'm caught making love to you, I'm not sure if I'll be able to bring you back with me,” she explained calmly, gliding backwards and taking him towards the bed. “So just this once, I ask that you follow my lead and stay silent as possible.”
She leaned in, dipping her head below his chin and nibbling on his neck with her sharp little fangs. Her lips were like silk brushing against his skin, making him shudder. In that brief moment he thought of his mother, how he'd seen her do such things to her clients, and he understood. Rational thought escaped him and he found himself just nodding his agreement and mumbling an affirmative sound around the object stuffing his maw.
As she returned to his field of view she wore a smile, elated at his answer. “Good,” she purred, floating around him; literally as he was drawn to look down and see the mysterious woman was hovering inches off the ground.
She guided him down, laying him on the bed with no more noise than if he had crawled in himself. One delicate hand fell to his side, barely creasing the sheets and leaving the odd sensation that she applied no weight to the surface. Was she a figment of his imagination? If so he had quite the active one as her free hand slid into his top.
He felt the tips of her sharp nails grazing over his chest, bunching his top around her wrist as she moved it upward. When true blackness overcame his vision his heart sunk, wondering if once his shirt cleared his head she would be gone. Such fears left when his vision returned, adjusting to the darkness once more and greeting him with her smiling face.
With a twist of her wrist James’ top tangled to bind his hands up over his head, while the inhuman woman’s own shuffled their duties. One stayed high, laying just enough of her weight to pin his arms down, the other raked her claws down his chest, outlining his pecs and the sharp curve of his stomach as he gasped. The ball gag caught it well, making the sound little more than a sharp breath through his nose.
She giggled, quiet as she could manage, and the brightness off her smile could have lit up the room. “Better than I dreamed,” she whispered, lowering herself to lay more silken kisses on his bare skin. Kisses that were accented with little nibbles from her fangs.
He shuddered at the sensation, squirming in her trap and breaking the dead silence of the outage with little creaks of the bed. His eyes met hers, her face framed perfectly by her hanging white locks as they tickled his chest. Without a word her hand lowered his hip, holding her lover still as her pale rosy gems reminded him the necessity of silence. He settled, feeling his heart pounding loud in his chest and worrying it would be the next thing she would stop for being too loud.
It was pounding for good reason though. His pants were tenting, the head of his member eager to make contact with the beauty hovering above him. She was in complete control though, continuing to tease as her hand drifted along the lines of his hips, towards his groin and to the button of his jeans.
Her eyes never left his, even though his dark orbs were shooting down to see what she was doing, to drink in every detail of her body he could make out in the dark. Her bust was full, his inexperience unable to even fathom a size for them. They were poking out from her blouse, the top three buttons open to show off a cleavage one needed to visit a high end lingerie store to achieve. They did so naturally though, her pale flesh billowing out of the opening like fresh bread, and the nubs of her cute little nipples visible through the fabric to declare loud and proud she was braless.
Clearly she caught him staring. As his gaze snapped back up she was grinning mischievously, rolling her shoulders in circles that made her breasts dance hypnotically for him. Then, in one quick motion, the pulled them back.
Her breasts burst forth, the buttons of her blouse flying open at her command to let her bust bounce free. Once they settled hey hung in perfect teardrops, bottom heavy so they rested on his chest and had him flushing from their soft warmth. “You like them?” she teased, lowering herself up to his face.
They squished up around his cheeks, enveloping most of his face and the whole of his field of vision. He did, though unable to voice his pleasure properly all he could do was nuzzle into them with pleasant little hums.
The woman gave another little giggle, and he could feel it ripple through her tits into him. The hand roaming his waist finally getting hold of its prey, his button, and blindly flicking it open with ease. He felt the pressure on his cock lessen, his zipper standing no chance against his manhood's thirsty desire. It reached up, stretching his boxers to the pint his waistband was pulled from his body, and managed to brush against the inhuman girl’s thigh.
Even through his final layer, and all of hers, he could feel her warmth. She was radiating heat like an inferno, and reflexive to his cock grazing her she lowered herself to grind her simmering nethers against him.
She had trouble keeping to her own rule of quiet, her breath pitching up in an excited gasp. Those pillowy breasts rolled down his chest until her face was level with his again. Her smile was alight with mischief, her hand tracing back over his groin and cupping his balls in her palm.
Her face came in as she lowered herself to his ear, nibbling on his lobe before speaking in the barest whisper. “I need what’s in here,” she purred, her breaths hot against his skin, “Are you ready to give it to me my love?”
His dick throbbed, dotting his underthings with pre; even such a small waste had her whine. Pressing herself to him her claws curled into his waistband to free his meat, a soft fingertip cleaning his opening and bringing it up to her lips. It was barely a drop of clear fluid, but she hungrily popped it into her mouth. He watched as her rose eyes fluttered upward, savouring it like the sweetest candy, and she slowly removed her digits. Her tongue sinuously made sure to clean every inch of them, making sure she didn’t miss a morsel as they passed through her plump lips.
The hot sigh she released sent shivers down his spine. Her white locks fell in front of her face, parted by her horns to make sure he could see the hunger in those abyssal pools. There was no more time for foreplay.
Her free hand came up, miming undoing a button in the air. The dark haired boy heard a pop from below, drawing his attention down only to catch himself another eyeful of her deep cleavage. He felt her weight shift atop him, and the light ruffling of fabric, before suddenly her bare knees were pinned to either side of him.
She rose to straddle him, releasing his hands so she could line everything up. Her hand wrapped around his shaft had his heart hammering overtime, as he peeked down to see her perfectly smooth sex. She was dripping worse than him, lines of her natural lubricant sticking to his head whenever the sensitive organ brushed her walls. She was sinking her teeth into her lip to keep from crying out in delight, his own sounds muffled by his gag. If the foreplay before was a tease this bordered torture, as he felt himself trying to buck up and enter her out of nothing but raw instinct.
The woman kept him down though, locking him into her pace with her wings keeping his waist to the bed. When her pussy bloomed open to accept him she wasted not a second in sinking down on his now wet length right down to the hilt.
It was like electricity running through him. He cried out futilely against the ball in his mouth, unable to make more than a muffled moan. The whole of his body tensed and sought to pound up into her. The way her hot breath was held in measured sighs she wanted it to. It would creak his old bed though, so despite their fiery passion she continued to hold him down.
Her folds molded to every part of his dick, allowing her every little motion to stroke the whole of him. He'd thought her hand was amazing, and it was, feeling her sex on him though was heavenly. She only made shallow bounces, catching her own cries and letting them out as little more than heated breaths. James though was ready to writhe as he was brought to places he didn’t think possible.
He tried to hold back, feeling the buildup knotting in his stomach as his body prepared to betray him and cut this experience short. His teeth sank into the ball, and he wriggled his toes to just try and take the bulk of his focus away from the euphoria. She had other plans though.
The inhuman woman leaned down, placing a kiss on his lower lip; pulled taught by the gag filling his maw. “I told you my love, I need it,” she whispered in her sultry tone. Her breath on his skin could be felt in his very pores, he was sweating trying to hold himself on the edge. “Go ahead, there’s nothing I want more right now than to feel you cum.”
His body tightened, he felt his cock jump inside her and spasm as he fired the whole of his load at her command. He felt his eyes rolling back, the exhaustion overtaking him as he rode out the greatest climax of his life. In that brief moment he thought he felt her weight on him, her perfect breasts pressing more into him, and her rear holding him to the bed. His hazy vision only caught her smile though, those fangs glistening as the whole room seemed to be spinning. Her lips moved, and though he couldn’t hear clearly he could read her words, “Thank you my love,” before the tiredness overtook him and he fell to sleep." - "Djemonique" by Madam Materia