It didn’t stay that way for long, though. That voice of his picked back up once they were alone in their bedroom. Demonic cock threaded through her thighs, her hands cupping his cheeks as he rubbed his cock against her drooling slit. It was a terribly intimate, if exceptionally salacious, embrace. Feeling his heated maleness rubbing against her most sensitive spot without going in time and time again was maddening. 

Her digits dug into his scalp, tugging him gently down towards her so she might lock her lips with his own. And soon Jenessa guided his entire body, dragging the lithe demon from the floor down to the bed. She put her back up against the sheets, legs spread in invitation. The Darkwraith knew how badly he liked it when she was on top, but if he was to give her a child, she wanted him to do his damndest.

“Come over here. Show me how bad you want this~”

He responded by grabbing her ankles, dragging her legs up towards the ceiling as he got his feet beneath him. His plush thighs settled on top of her toned ones as the Demon trapped her in a mating press. Already she could see his chest rising and falling in a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Her hands fell back onto the bed, and his claws were quick to clasp overtop of them.

Sappy as always. Squeezing his claws back, she moved to reassure him. Already he could feel his tip wedged against her entrance, rubbing against her pearl. Red was coming to her cheeks. There was something about this now, about being bred by the Demon that got her heart racing.

And like that, his hips dropped, pushing himself deep into Jenessa’s womanhood. Already above her, his eyes slipped shut, sighing contently as dark bangs pooled over his shoulders. There was this strange, feminine beauty to the man she’d grown to care for. A feminine beauty she both admired and took full advantage of. Slipping her hands out from underneath his claws, she took hold of his scalp, fingertips twirling around black tresses of hair, as she mashed her lips upon his own.

It was a deep, sloppy, intimate kiss. They moaned against each other’s skin, kiss breaking quite frequently so a small yelp of pleasure could leave one of them, or so that a nervous, quiet laugh might escape the demon. It felt so surreal, after so many times together, for this to be the one that meant something. It was the odd side of intimacy - the one that brought one to laugh during sex, because his feelings for the woman beneath her were so incredibly intense he had no other way to show them.

Well… outside of breeding her. Which he took to doing with gusto.

They were warmed up now. He could begin in full. Arms and legs supporting the Stygian, he began to roll his hips against her. The moment his cock slid fully within her, his rigid maleness bumping against her deepest and most intimate spot, he slid out again and left her wanting more. Jenessa’s body held on tight, fighting for every inch that slid out of her. Her ankles locked together behind the small of his back. Aamon may have had her pinned, but she had him trapped. Not that such thoughts were considered in the heat of the moment.

Now it was nothing but primal mating. The smacks of flesh upon flesh filled the air, growing more rapid and heated as their session progressed. Hands roamed and groped their bodies, their tongues traced over every last inch of skin they could, but at the apex of such acts things always grew simple. Jenessa tossed her head back, thighs squeezing tightly around the Demon as heated moans were forced from her lips.

“Yu-yes~ There! Right there~”

She kept muttering it beneath her breath, and Aamon could hear her unspoken command loud and clear. Lining his hips up, focusing on the sensitive spot his cock had hit by chance, he began to pump himself like a piston in and out of Jenessa’s trembling womanhood.

Each loud, thunderous clap of his thighs against her own served as a countdown to their blissful heights. A shared height that, for the first time in their lives, came without protection. That thought alone had their hearts trembling, bodies caving in the pleasure far too easily knowing that this time would mean something deeper than normal. A romantic, eloquent thought that was lost in the mindless rutting they’d taken to.

The demon huffed and moaned against her ear as he started humping her as fast as he could. Heated breath against her neck served only to rile up Jenessa more. Arms and legs wrapped around his back, she coiled herself to his body as tightly as she could - giving herself up to him entirely. Feeling his cock spread her apart, his hefty orbs slapping against her ass, knowing that in just a few moments she’d be made to bear his offspring…

It was all too much. Crying out in a moment of bliss, her body going lax as hushed moans kept leaking from her lips, Jenessa came around the demon, and Aamon joined her not long after. 

Her pussy pulsed around him, pulling him in. Hilting himself with one last solid thrust, orbs retreating up against his body, the Incubi let his seed erupt within her. Shot after shot of thick, virile demon cum leaked out into Jenessa’s womb. The raw heat had her seeing stars, moaning as she felt shot after shot continue to fill her up. It seems she had almost done too good of a job in seducing him, as now she felt the heat start to trickle out of her womanhood and down her cheeks. Groaning tenderly, she teased.

“Mmnf… you came too much~ How can I be expected to keep all this inside me?”

His response was to rest his lips against her own, softly, pecking her skin with soft little kisses as a claw rubbed across her stomach. The exact type of reaction she expected of him, but it did cause her heart to flutter regardless.

“Complaining? I know the deed is done, but… don’t tell me you’re done for the night already, dear~?” 

Aamon teased back, wearing a knowing smile. As romantic as the moment may have been for most, he knew she wasn’t done by a long shot. But perhaps it would be best, from here, to not focus on the totality of the night itself - but the results.

…

Jenessa raised her shield, stepping into her block and letting her opponent’s blow slide off of it. Feeling the tip of her aggressor’s blade working towards the ground, she pushed forward against their hand to disarm them. 

And the wrapping-paper roll cluttered uselessly to the ground.

“You’re too good at this–!”

The young, halfling demon protested, for the brief moment before her twin threw a flurry of bundled up wrapping paper from a distance. While one of the horned sisters kept Jenessa’s shield occupied with a constant barrage of pretend ‘arrows’ her other moved to grab her “sword” against and slash at Jenessa’s legs now that she was open. And alas - the giant fell to the ground with a grossly overexaggerated sound of pain.

Aamon soon swept into the room, overshadowing the triumphant battle-cry of their twin five-year-olds with the looming threat of bedtime. ‘A beast so strong, even mother could never defeat it’ he claimed, even if the line had everyone’s eyes rolling at how utterly, brazenly lame it was. But soon Jenessa raised herself back up and moved to help her partner lead their kids to bed.

And once the twins had brushed their teeth, cleaned up, and clambered into their bunk beds and fallen asleep - the pair couldn’t help but look at their slumbering forms with a certain kind of reverence. Out went the lights, and soon Aamon and Jenessa were thinking of bedtime as well.

Though a wrench was thrown into those plans as Aamon posed a question.

“You know…”

He started, claws resting on Jenessa’s stomach, a knowing smile spread wide across his lips.

“…a few more brats of our own running around would be even better, don’t you think?”

And Jenessa’s own lips began to lift, sporting a salacious smile as she coiled lengthy fingers around his collar and moved to drag him off somewhere they could be undisturbed.

She wanted him to show her how badly he wanted this.

Aamon and Jen’s small business idea was a rather surprising success. The idea to solely work as a pizza shop that delivered around the city late at night, when no other store was opened, seemed like a strange idea. However, between the frequent parties and kids with trust-funds that plagued their area it was easy for them to charge exorbitant prices for their service and, as a result, work very few hours while still making a living.

But, those hours they did work were oftentimes boring beyond belief. With Aamon’s rifts, they could wait until they got a call to fire up whatever order they had while still making amazing time. Between that and their less-frequent orders there was far, far, far more downtime to be found here than any other similar store. Which left them simply lazing around their half-apartment half-kitchen with nothing to do.

With her bored gaze settled on the television, she eventually looked over to Aamon. Sitting on the sofa next to her, watching the same awful late-night tv she was, it was clear the two of them were bored beyond belief. They had known each other for quite some time… so much so that they had spoken on quite lewd topics before. And so, perhaps, she could test the waters without making things too awkward.

“Got a question for you.”

Aamon quirked a brow, directing his gaze directly on Jenessa.

“We got nothing else to do – so…”

“Alright. Hear me out on this…”

….

The demon whimpered tenderly as he felt Jenessa wiggle her hips. She had bent over their table, giving her a good place to rest her upper half as she bounced her toned ass against his crotch. Sitting on the couch, legs splayed to allow her easy access, the Demon groaned out an order.

“We have no idea when we’re gonna get a call… we better make this quick.”

She loved teasing him, but he was right. The demon pulled Jenessa up, one claw resting on her hips as the other took hold of the bottom half of his shaft. Gently, he guided her towards him. He couldn’t help but bite his lip, watching with delight as his partner’s pussy hovered just above him, ready to swallow him up. As she connected with his tip, a delighted hum left her lips. And suddenly, with a single motion, she descended upon him.

Watching himself disappear within her, the demon’s chest began to heave in apprehension. He could only hope he’d last long enough to please his partner. As she found her lower lips pressed to his base, Jenessa swung her hips from side to side triumphantly.

“Holy shit you’re bigger than you look…”

Apparently happy with what little time she gave him to prepare herself, the woman put her palms on the table in front of her before she began to swing her hips up and down. Aamon was given quite the show, watching the brunette’s ass slam into his thighs times and time again. While his inexperience had made him nervous, eventually, he hazarded a try at swatting her ass.

Jenessa buckled forward, feeling where his claw left an imprint on her backside. 

“Like it rough, huh?”

Her face was flushed, but she wasn’t about to let him see that. Bracing herself, she decided to up her pace, since that seemed to be exactly what the man behind her wanted. And she could feel her own body heating up as well. Taking the inexperienced demon for a ride with the imminent threat of a phone call to tear them apart at any moment… it was surprisingly exhilarating. 

The wet slap of flesh on flesh became louder and louder, drowning out the excited sounds of the demon and the womanly moans of his partner. The section where they were joined was bruised with the distinctive marks of exceptionally brutal love, as well as the telltale sheen of the skin that came with such acts. Aamon’s claws had long since left distinctive marks on her rear, marking her as his as she rode him out.

But, eventually, the demon’s stamina began to run out. His chest raising and falling swiftly, heated huffs leaving his agape lips, he spoke.

“Jen, I’m close…”

He warned, which only produced a flurry of quick, lusty thrusts from the woman riding him. They had gotten so much time together she could feel a phonecall coming in. Time to finish this and savor whatever she got. Both hands would wind back, nails digging into his thighs as she rode him out. After how hard she worked for this, she wasn’t about to let him pull out. With each rise and fall of her hips, another moan left her, heating the air even more. Lost in her lust, she almost missed the sensation of his orbs going snug against her lower lips – almost.

Suddenly, she crashed herself down against his crotch to ensure every drop landed within her. The first shot of heady seed entering her, a shiver ran up and down her spine. Her womanhood went snug around him to ensure he didn’t move as her body pulled every last ounce of hot, demonic seed it could from him. She could feel its intoxicating presence filling her womb, heating her core beyond what would be possible with any mortal man.

Sitting atop him, feeling his throbbing cock shooting string after string of thick cum within her, she couldn’t help but get off. Just thinking about it all got her heated - riding her virgin, demonic boss until he overloaded her womb, all the while the threat of a random phonecall loomed overhead… it was hard to get kinkier than that. With one hand massaging his orbs, and the other rubbing against her clit in order to further her own pleasure, she managed to join the demon in the lofty pleasures above. 

It was nearly half a minute until they both came down, Jenessa moving to slip off of her demonic charge before slipping her panties on. Huffing, face flushed, she sat down next to him on the couch with her legs spread in much a same was as his own.

“…Damn.”

Came Aamon’s only reaction, which earned a polite chuckle from the woman next to him. 

“This should make work-nights a little more… entertaining from now on?”

Jenessa asked, and the demon could only answer with a singular nod. Smiling triumphantly, she was glad to see her little plot had worked out. A pleased sound came to her as she felt the Stygian’s lips at her neck, though soon they were both interrupted by the telltale ringtone of the company phone.

Looking down at him, she could tell he needed a rest more than she did. Rising to walk over towards the other half of their apartment, Jenessa turned back before speaking.

“…At least we’ve got something to look forward to, now.”

Aamon had been drug off costume shopping along with his roommate. Not necessarily a bad thing, but the Stygian wasn’t particularly into this whole cosplay thing, but the other party had managed to be especially convincing.

“Vhat do you think?”

Asked Jenessa, the woman laying on her fake Swiss accent heavy. She seemed fairly proud of the whole outfit, even if it wasn’t in one piece right now - after all that healing stick and mechanical wings weren’t going to stay still for long with what she had planned. And while she didn’t have the blonde wig in just yet, she believed she played the part of the German doctor quite well.

Aamon gave a nod in appreciation, acknowledging the artistry if nothing else. But then she pushed a bundle of cloth to the demon’s chest and gave him a stare that screamed ‘get changed or else.’

Grumbling, he meandered off before returning shortly in the outfit of the mutated Reaper who her character was so closely associated with. Aamon certainly had the thighs and hourglass figure to go with the character, even if he was lacking some of the bulk.

Coming out of the bathroom and back into the hotel room where they had been preparing their costuming, he was greeted by a sight he hadn’t expected - or at least not expected so soon.

Bent over, Jenessa had torn her stockings from asshole to clit, giving him a clean opening at whatever he desired. Folding the curtail of her dress onto her back, she fully presented herself as she began wiggling her hips side to side.

“Come now. I think it’s time I reward you for playing along so well~”

Her reply was a mute few seconds of consideration, before the demon huddled up behind her. The clear, rhythmic sound of his fly coming unzipped sounded in the air before he pushed himself to her waiting lower lips.

Swirling the head of his maleness around her lower lips, spreading them side to side with his girth, he spoke in a low tone which was only accented by the voice modulator she had built into the mask.

“Come now… work for it…”

Jenessa’s only reply was to grip the bedsheets and start rocking back against him, clapping her asscheeks around the first few inches of his maleness as he refused to enter. After a few moments of her playing with him, he decided to fully sate her.

The Incubi pushed his hips forward, burying himself into her awaiting pussy until he felt his tip kissing the entrance to her womb. Both hands came down, clasping her cheeks with the armored talons as he pulled her back onto him. He wasn’t fully hilted, but it was more than enough to please him.

His hips pulled back, Jenessa’s needing pussy tensing up as if begging for him to stay inside. Just as the bulb of his maleness neared the exit, he pushed back in, bringing her from near-empty to full as could be in a single smooth motion. And as she opened her mouth to moan, she was silenced by a swift smack to her nylon-covered rear.

“No screaming yet. Things are just getting started.”

She was so content to know how quickly he’d caught on. She didn’t dress him up in such a get-up cause she wanted her normal bottom - she wanted to feel as though the Reaper himself was being satiated by her body. And as he continued to push himself inside of her, heating up her core with the sheer temperature of a demon’s rod, she felt wholly at his whim. 

Every thrust caused her to take a sharp inhale, moan, or lose her breath entirely. His pace of slow, hard thrusts had taken her by surprise. And soon she was panting, simply trying to get air into her lungs as he kept taking it from her. 

But soon, she could tell he was reaching his limit. Eventually his thrusts became faster and hectic, his tip pounding against her core over and over again as he tried to push himself over the edge. One hand holding onto her ass for dear life, his other before to tweak and twist her clit, clearly not above trying to pleasure Jen even while taking part in this little roleplay. Her lower half was heating up, and she pushed her shirt down so she might fondle her breasts to push herself even closer.

Curling up into a tight little ball of pleasure, her loins burning with an intense heat, she then arched her back as she came. Her womanhood tensed, each muscle twitching and pushing as her body attempted to squeeze out every last drop of essence. With a muted howl, the demon pressed himself forward, planting his tip right up against the entrance to her womb before he dirtied it with his seed. Shot after shot of thick, intensely hot cum filled Jenessa’s womb - a reminder she had allowed herself to be debased by a demon.

Lying down on the bed, gently sighing away her pleasure, she heard one last thing before nearly fainting for pleasure.

“Repositioning…”