Kerelith had climbed onto the bed expecting to make just a little more progress that night towards breaking the girl, who because of her closeness to angelhood the succubus had assumed would naturally be the hardest of all slaves to break. Sinking the meaty shaft slowly inside, Kerelith was sure there would be at least some resistance from the girl, and so when Melony instead spread her legs and looked the demoness in the eye pleading for more, Kerelith was dumbfound for a moment, asking questions about breastfeeding preferences or some such, before she fully comprehended how willing—and how wet—the girl actually was. With suddenly trembling limbs, the succubus leaned forward so her larger tits met with the girl’s from above and she could take a better position for thrusting, holding her arms by the girl’s shoulders on the bed. This time, she was gentle, as the priority was no longer to break the girl, but to simply make her feel as good as possible. With every thrust, Kerelith continued to look Melony in the eye and judged by her expression if it had been good or bad. It occurred to the demon how remarkably her expectations for the night had increased.<br/><br/>After moving in and out of the girl’s heavenly nethers multiple times, Kerelith finally parted her lips and started asking questions, “Is this good?” “Do you want me to go faster?” “Does it hurt at all?” “Is this too deep?” and after a while with adjustments, the girl could start enjoying the sex even more, as did Kerelith, to a point where every few thrusts, she’d have warm chills stimulating her entire body.<br/><br/>“I’ll try to make you cum,” the succubus spoke after a while, her voice broken by her moans, already breathing heavily herself as well, “Would you like that? I’ll go a little faster,” and she did, “Tell me when it feels good.” Kerelith continued to handle the girl with such great care that nothing else seemed to matter in that moment. There could’ve been another tremor collapsing the room around her and she wouldn’t have noticed a thing. There wasn’t, though, not even a knock on the door, and so the invigorated succubus went on fucking her favorite toy late into the night.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>