<strong>Character:</strong>Sexy succubus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emma Q<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emma's Bedroom<br/><br/>"Oh!" The demon gasped as Emma's throat began to milk at the very tip of her cock. "Oh yes... Like that, just like that. You're a natural darling." Unmindful of the girl's air, her hips rocked back and forth instead, each little thrust rubbing her most sensitive parts against the depths of Emma's throat. "Ohhh... Oh shit... I'm gunna..."<br/><br/>Her eyes widened, and the grip on the girl's hair became tighter as she tried to pull back. Tried to free her cock from the wet tight confines of Emma's gullet. "No... No no no... Not like this..." She whined, desperately trying to fend off the approaching climax. She wanted to do so much. To see the girl's cheeks balloon outwards. To hear her lewdly gulp down cup after cup of the strong thick stuff. To shoot so much it came out of her adorable nose.<br/><br/>Instead the first shot came even as she attempted to withdraw, shooting right down the last few inches of throat and into her stomach. It was hot and thick and filling, almost immediately beginning to swell and bloat the girl's stomach as it poured into her. The second blast hit with enough force that it seemed to propel her backwards, assisting her withdrawing until the third and final spurt, the very last of her reserves of cum, pooled against the back of Emma's throat.<br/><br/>It was still enough, if barely, to fill the girl's mouth. Enough to fill her cheeks, at least, with a small stream slowly dribbling out from between her lips as she fully withdrew her cock. "Hah... Hah... Hah..." She panted, her strength suddenly vanished. "There... That wasn't so hard, was it?"<br/><br/>One hand weakly reached up to undo the straps on the bindings. The other gently pushed the hair from her lover's face. Giving her a few minutes to compose herself, she leaned forwards to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, tasting herself on Emma's tongue. "I have to go now. But I'm leaving you a gift. Use it well, and I may come visit again, hm?"<br/><br/>With those words, the spell was finalized. Emma would fall asleep shortly after, remembering the events as only a dream. When she awoke in the morning, she'd find herself still naked and sore, bloated but satisfied, and a very special present between her legs. The mess, the cum, any evidence of their lovemaking would vanish with the coming of the dawn.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://simg3.gelbooru.com//images/04/01/040123090ae5bec6b52522ce6eca4f26.png?2469634)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Addy Crowley<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manor -> School<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>"Miss?" Adelheidis awoke not to the sound of blaring alarms or catchy tunes, but to the timidly insistent voice of her nanny. Not that she'd every let anyone refer to the woman as such. 'Servant' sounded so much better in her mind, despite what the young woman's job description actually was. "It's time for-"<br/><br/>"School. Yes. I am aware." The wealthy young woman grumbled, rising from her bed with a stretch and yawn. It wouldn't do to be lazy, after all. Certainly, she'd be punished, but not in the fun way. "Please prepare my uniform. I'm going to have a shower now."<br/><br/>She spoke without looking at the woman who looked after her. After years of living along side her nanny, she'd long since grown out of any sense of shame or secrecy. Her bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor, heedless of her own nudity and any form of discretion. They'd had a male butler working on the premises once who'd let his gaze linger a bit too long. He'd promptly been fired.<br/><br/>A short but luxurious shower later, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her uniform, pressed and cleaned as always. After taking an exorbitant amount of time ensuring she looked pristine, she made the short trip downstairs to eat breakfast. Belgian waffles. Her favorite. Again.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she ate at a sedate pace and made her way to the car. Her bookbag would be waiting for her, as would her prepared lunch. "Miss Crowley, you're looking beautiful this morning." Melvin, the driver, bowed formally as she buckled herself in, before moving to the driver's seat. "Did you happen upon the game last night?"<br/><br/>She hadn't. Not once since he began working for her family had she ever watched 'the game'. She didn't even have the foggiest idea what 'game' he was referring to. Yet every day he'd regale her with tales, of victory and loss, of struggle and drama and tense moments. Some days it was soccer, some days it was football. Some days he could even make cricket sound exciting. It was altogether far too familiar an attitude for one of the staff to possess.<br/><br/>Yet every day she found herself leaving the car and entering the school grounds with a slight smile on her face. Today, that trip was accompanied by Melvin himself, holding an umbrella up for her to protect her long black locks from the dripping dew. Without any more than an implied thank you, in the form of a slight nod, she entered the building, making her way to class 2-A.<br/><br/>There was a slight thrill in the way most of the other students scattered from her gaze. The way they'd cower, or simply avert their eyes, shying away from any sort of contact. She had a reputation, and that gave her a healthy bubble of personal space. Still... Something seemed missing. A familiar emptiness that occupied that same comforting space.<br/><br/>Ignoring it, she entered the room without so much as a word. The teacher wasn't there yet, as usual, so she ignored the rest of her classmates and stalked over to her seat, pulling forth her current book to read the dwindling minutes away.<br/><br/>