a little HSR Gray for your enjoyment ♡ she’s contemplating where she wants to go for lunch…to go get milk tea or to go bother her husband at the seat of Divine Foresight? Though she knows if she goes there, she’ll only end up in the his lap. The General will insist on shared bites of dumplings….

a little HSR Gray for your enjoyment ♡ she’s contemplating where she wants to go for lunch…to go get milk tea or to go bother her husband at the seat of Divine Foresight? Though she knows if she goes there, she’ll only end up in the his lap. The General will insist on shared bites of dumplings….

a little HSR Gray for your enjoyment ♡ she’s contemplating where she wants to go for lunch…to go get milk tea or to go bother her husband at the seat of Divine Foresight? Though she knows if she goes there, she’ll only end up in the his lap. The General will insist on shared bites of dumplings….

You should be terrified.

Sure, you tremble, your body surrendering to the pleasure of a unique sort of tongue curling and tracing over your core, yet fear doesn’t tinge your thoughts even slightly.

Pleasure softens any trepidation a person may have, after all. That’s double true when a pair of eyes you know better than any other peek at you through inhuman features.

Dante looks handsome even like this, plated scales covering the parts of him that are usually covered by flesh and muscle, inhuman warmth running beneath his demonic skin. His tongue in this devil triggered form is long and lithe, ridged in a way even someone who specializes in things that make women feel good could only dream of yet you writhe beneath this very large form of his, benefitting directly from how much he loves the taste of you.

You wish he had hair to tangle your fingers through while your hips buck shamelessly against his face, as unfamiliar a feeling as it may be when he’s like this. Fortunately he has horns which you grip onto, your head thrown back against soft pillows, mewling as the wet, long muscle toys with your needy clit.

You’ve never experienced anything like this, not even with his very talented, talkative human mouth. He’s taking you to heights you’ve never been, one lap of his tongue at a time.

“Don’t stop,” you command, as the heights he’s taking you to become higher and higher, your legs curling around his scaly biceps. His chuckle sounds different and the same both, warm like the feeling in your feet and toes as you wiggle them, dangerous as his lust for your warm, sticky pussy grows but yours just the same.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responds through a demonic mouthful of you, tongue still lolled out of his mouth, clawed hands holding your legs spread for him.