<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br/><hr/><br/>In her dreams, something always prevented her from running away, so already this was feeling like a dream. Part of it was the warm body against her back, holding her grounded and asking her to submit, but even for all the butterflies in her stomach she couldn't have run. An instinct compelled her to stay. "No? You're smoking hot right now. I just need a picture." The camera snaked up onto the bed as she led by the strap, but Emma couldn't even see where the lens was pointed. When she snapped the selfie over her shoulder, the shot promised to be dark and blurry and likely not even feature the demon.<br/><br/>It would be most sensible to turn around and focus the camera, but it felt so perfect to be held like this, with those luscious breasts pooled against her shoulders. She couldn't stop her back from arching, and the valley of her bottom from searching curiously at the ridge in the demon's lap. What was that, even? The tight curve of her derriere pushed tight against it to be spooned by the female hips on the other side. At the woman's fingertips, the soft, virgin skin of her tummy protested delicately before melting to the touch.<br/><br/>"But I mean, if you wanted to... if you wanted to tie me up and do weird stuff to me, I'd promise not to scream." With finicky little movements, shy of the lick to her ear, she righted her glasses so they wouldn't slip from her button nose, and propped up on her elbows to adjust the settings of her camera. The languorous curve of her back as she dipped under the weight of the demon's breasts and rose back up to smother her cock was a testament to how flexible her softball training had left her.