#tailplay

In the dead of the night, a demon loomed over a young woman fast asleep in bed. His spade-shaped tail swayed nonchalantly by his shins and his dark bat-like wings shifting a bit as he quietly stared at your sleeping form, his violet slit eyes unamused as he watched over you with the blanket kicked off of your body and exposing the thin nightgown you were wearing. It was obvious that you were preparing this for him, just from the fact that you had summoned him on a full moon and then presented to him with such an alluring form and were extremely vulnerable at the moment.

He looked around your room, seeing the diy summoning circle you had created with craft paint and all of the items you collected to summon him. Ironically enough, he found a gilded gross with the suffering Jesus Christ nailed to it hanging above the summoning circle on the wall. It wasn't surprising that you were in a religious family, most children of these heavily religious families turned to summoning demons to satisfy their curiosity and their sins. All around the room were vintage floral paintings, bible verses scribed in calligraphy on them. There were more modern takes of the religious bible verses, such as in modern wood art or in cheesy youth camp crafts. He understood why he was summoned, you were smothered in religion you may or may not necessarily believed in and wanted to indulge in sin. The demon, named Prosciutto, couldn't help himself but smirk, his fangs poking out from his lips as he turned his attention back towards your sleeping form. You were dead asleep, breathing deep and peacefully and your body sprawled out in a seemingly accidental seductive pose. Your white cotton nightgown barely did anything to conceal your harden nipples poking through the thin material and the skirt rode up to reveal a bit of your lacey white panties. You were definitely asking for it tonight, laying like dinner for a hungry wolf.

Normally, he would just enter your dreams to feed off of your sexual energy. However, he couldn't look away from your vulnerable pure sleeping form, he almost wanted you to stay like this while he used you. Prosciutto wasn't fond of disobeying incubus protocol or the demons who inherently disobeyed it, such as one of his fellow incubuses named Melone, and if he were to follow his passion willy-nilly Prosciutto would just be a hypocrite. Yet, somehow, it didn't bother him as much as it usually did. Your energy called out to him seductively, telling him to give into his demonic lust and to physically touch you. His mouth watered at the scent of your lust, his slit eyes widen at the pure euphoria he was experiencing just from smell alone. Prosciutto felt his spade-shaped tail swing eagerly with want and his throat going dry: Come to think of it, wasn't he the one who handled the most summonings last month? After all of his hard work, getting women to come undone for him and feeding off of their lust...Shouldn't Prosciutto have compensation in return? It's only normal to reward yourself after such a laboring task, his lust rationalized. He should give in and touch you physically instead of going into your dreams. Sure, obtaining lustful energy through a dream was nice...But nothing was greater than the real feeling, especially if it was from a silly repressed virgin like you. For once, the proper incubus let his lust get to his head as he laid down next to your sleeping form carefully. His black claws grazed the surface of your skin carefully as he listened to your steady breathing. When the time was right, his claw lingered around the thin strap of your nightgown and sliced it in half, reaching around and cutting the other strap to make the nightgown nothing more than a useless piece of fabric. So much so, Prosciutto didn't hesitate to let his sharp claw dig into the flimsy fabric and sliced it open to reveal your body to the room's cold air. Your nipples pucked harder at the chilling air hitting them and you grumbled a bit in your sleep.

His calloused and cold hands were free to roam your bare body now. Feeling the warmth of your skin against his pale fingers, feeling the life pump through you, and hearing how you would quietly mutter in your sleep as his touch squeezed out small whimpers. His hands went up to your breasts, squeezing them carefully in order to not nick you with his claws and feeling your harden nipples under the palm of his hand, massaging them and getting the sweet melody of your breathy whimpers and small amount of squirming in your deep sleep.

"What a nice body, you could of had a husband or wife who would have taken care of you on your wedding night under the lord's name...Alas, you chose a demon for your first time. This body is going to be rendered useless to your people, it'll be my property."

Prosciutto pressed a kiss onto your neck, just before letting his sharp teeth sink softly into your flesh. You let out a quiet whimper in your sleep, yet you didn't stir awake. You were quite the heavy sleeper, it was perfect for Prosciutto to indulge in his treat. He lifted his mouth away and let his forked tongue rub over the bleeding wounds, tasting your sweet blood and groaning at the taste. A fine wine to a human, he could get drunk off of how sweet and hot it was on his tongue. Your arousal was starting to kick in through your bloodstream, making your blood rush through faster and made your body temperature hotter. The blonde demon went down and started to press loving kisses on your skin, just before leaving a trail of bite marks all over one side of your neck and shoulders as his hands continued to grope at your breasts, fingers running to your puckered nipples and circling around them before giving them a teasing and soft pinch to make you let out a soft moan in your sleep. His tongue lapped at the beads of blood oozing out of your bite marks before they scabbed over and healed, his tail flicking enthusiastically as he let out a soft groan a the taste. He could feel himself getting hard in his latex trousers.

"You taste divine, virgin blood is always so delectable."

Prosciutto's lips ran down your body and left ugly bite marks and hickies on your skin until he stopped at your chest. His forked tongue slipped out of his mouth and circled around your puckered nipple, making you whimper and shuffle in your sleep, but didn't wake you up. It's not like you could in the first place, being around an incubus' pheromones put human females to sleep almost instantly. The fact you were already deep asleep and Prosciutto's pheromones mixing in would guarantee you not waking up until the late afternoon. His saliva ran cold onto your skin as its aphrodisiac-like affect made your body lit aflame with arousal, making it react by your panties slowly becoming stained from your wetness. Prosciutto was able to smell this, the ambrosia of your juices luring his hand to go over to your clothed cunt and gently rubbed his clawed finger over your moistening folds. The friction on your clit and how he licked at your nipple with his forked tongue, eventually wrapping his lips around it and suckling it hard as his teeth prodded at your skin, made your lips fall open and let out a quiet moan. In your haze of sleep, you couldn't see anything but feel everything. Your clit throbbed with want and your walls started to slowly clench around nothing as your syrupy lubricant coated it and started to flow outwards. You could do nothing but lay still in your sleep, only being allowed to stir occasionally.

Prosciutto's claw eventually cut at your underwear, making it nothing more but a measly cloth to discard and to have your most private parts exposed to the incubus. His mouth watered at the uncovered scent of your aching cunt, his cock throbbing in his pants at the mere sight of it dripping and pulsing occasionally around nothing. His spade-shaped tail flicked with glee, travelling upwards and crawling up your bare leg as you shivered in your sleep. The tough skin-like texture of Prosciutto's tail rubbed against your clit and gathered your wetness at the surface, making you whimper and stir lightly in your sleep but you never woke up. The tip of his tail rubbed at your swollen clit teasingly as your entrance clenched and drooled with more syrupy juices, making your folds glisten enticingly. Carefully, the tail dragged itself down your clit and towards your entrance, pushing in to make the flatter part fold into a cylinder to slip inside of you. He curled his tail in a way where your hymen wouldn't break from empact, Prosciutto wanted to do that himself with his barbed cock. He wanted to see the blood seep onto his cock as he fucked you while you were trapped in your deep sleep, it made it more arousing for him that he was taking your precious virginity when you clearly offered it to him by summoning him. You were foolish, to summon an incubus rather than waiting for marriage with your partner. But it was all the more fun for an incubus like him, you were giving yourself up to be a child of the devil rather than be with God. Just like that cotton white gown, Prosciutto wanted to tear you apart and ruin you. His black tail rotated inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet entrance as the tip tickled at your g-spot. Your quiet moans and whimpers were so delicious in his ears.

"So tight...So pretty...So delectable. You've really made my night, little one. I get to take a pretty thing's virginity and turn you into a whore for the devil. I wonder, should I make you so addicted to me that you keep calling me back? Should I make it that the only thing you see when you close your eyes is the feeling of me violating you? It's such a fun past time, but I wonder who you're dreaming of fucking you so good like this? Perhaps a crush? A boy from across the street? Can you even see what I look like, little one?" The blonde incubus muttered into your ear with a sadistic grin, his sharp teeth prominent as he continued to fuck you with his tail. As immobile as you were at the moment, your body was still wide awake as blood rushed towards your sex and your puckered nipples as you were pleasured in your sleep. Eventually, Prosciutto slowly pulled the end of his tail out, it soaked in your juices and your hole now clenched around nothing as it ached to be filled once more. He climbed down to your cunt, intending to not leave it alone for long. His hands went to your plush thighs and moved them for easier access, his fingers sinking into your soft and warm skin that clashed with his ice-cold ones and his claws threatening to break skin. Prosciutto's face came in closer to your bare pussy, folds glistening with your slick arousal and twitching as it begged for more stimulation to make you orgasm. Your addicting scent flooded his nose and made his pupils widen with lust, his tail now flicking enthusiastically. "You smell so divine, it's a wonder how you're still a virgin. Any human man could get addicted to this pussy like a demon."

He opened his mouth, allowing his long forked tongue to escape and moved closer to your sex. It licked a long strip from in between your folds and to your throbbing clit, making you buck your hips in your sleep. The forked tip flicked at your swollen clit teasingly, collecting your sweet nectar and making Prosciutto groan at the taste. He couldn't wait anymore, he let his tongue slither down and insert itself into your wet entrance. It wriggled and stretched deep inside, coating itself in your arousal as it brushed up against your g-spot. His nose rubbed at your clit as he let his tongue thrust itself inside and let the forked tip brush against your puffy g-spot, a loud groan escaping his lips as he rubbed his growing erection into your mattress to ease the tension. He was so aroused by this, by this frail human sleeping away at his mercy. Oh, how he craved to ruin you. But Prosciutto wasn't a moron, he couldn't just start pounding into you like Ghiaccio or Illuso. You needed to be prepped for a incubus cock, Prosciutto needed to make sure you were able to take all of him and all he had to give. As you whined and whimpered in your sleep, lightly struggling against the incubus's strong grip on your thighs while his forked tongue brushed at your cervix and stuffed you full with his long tongue. His lips would occasionally suckle on your vulva, humming against it to add more to your pleasure, all while he felt his cock grow harder by the second in his latex pants. His bat-like wings fluttered excitedly as he pushed his face deeper into your cunt, to let his tongue feel every single inch of your insides and to allow his nose to grind against your swollen clit even more. You were on the verge of cumming, he could sense the blood flowing through you quickly and the scent growing stronger. For your sake, the blonde incubus pumped his tongue at a quicker pace to make you get off quicker, because he wasn't sure how long he can keep his own situation under control for any longer. The choked little whine you let out was enough to let him know he pushed you over the edge, your walls tightening around his tongue and your hips bucked into his mouth as you came around his tongue. Your body tensed up and your legs shook with pleasure, eventually dropping back onto the soft mattress as the hot tension finally passed through you. Prosciutto's tongue pumping into you to help you get over your high until you settled down, eventually pulling out to let your syrupy cum drip out of you. Retracting his tongue back into his mouth, he groaned at the sweet honey on his tongue. He wanted to go back in and licked at the mess he made of you, to get more of the honey he craved. But there were more pressing matters at hand, such as how he stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Prosciutto pulled them down and let his cock free of its prison, it bouncing upwards and hitting against his lower abdomen before settling a couple of inches away from it. It stood at seven inches, about an inch in diameter at the base, faded into a bright red from his skin tone at the base and leaked with an odd pastel-pink precum, the underside of his cock having multiple barbs and rows of bumps and ridges all around. This was merely a bit over average in the underworld, it wasn't comparable to his friend Risotto who stood at an impressive almost 10 inches. However, Prosciutto does have one of the larger body counts in his sub section, only being second to Melone. The amount of women and men he has made cry and cum around his cock was too many to count at this point during his long lifetime, and this frail thing in front of him sleeping peacefully was going to add onto that bodycount. Prosciutto lined the pointed tip of his cock at your stretched entrance, his tail coming around to stroke down your body in a relaxing manner as he smirked down at you.

"Are you ready to give yourself to the devil, little one? You could have lived a normal life and experienced this with another human, but you just had to offer your body to a demon. You would be treated like fodder with her holes being the only thing useful about her in the underworld. You're welcoming a life of debauchery by offering yourself to me, little one."

With that, he pushed himself in slowly. Your deep sleep kept you from waking up, only stirring and letting out your choked attempts to let out your moans. Prosciutto could smell blood as your hymen tore, his fanged smile only growing wider as he couldn't contain his lust bubbling in his chest any longer. His tail stretched towards your neck and wrapped around it, tightening to choke you as he made you bottom out on his large demon cock. His calloused hands gripping on to your waist as he pushed himself as close as possible to your hips, your walls clenching around him so tightly and making him curse under his breath. The spade-shaped end of his tail slipped into your mouth and pressed against your tongue as he started to move, Prosciutto trying to bite back his growls as he started to thrust into you, immediately the tip of his cock hitting against your cervix and forming a small bump at your lower stomach every time he pushed in. It wasn't long before Prosciutto picked up a brutal pace, not caring what state your hole would be once he was gone. All he could really care about at this moment was hot tight and how good you felt around his cock.

"Fuck, you're so perfect. You're the perfect sleeve for my cock. You make me wanna break you so bad, little one. I want to ruin every single part of you and make it so you can never return to god's light. Hng, fuck, this pussy is going to be mine."

The texture on his cock wasn't just for show, he could feel your cunt tighten up and drool with arousal once more. As he stroked against your g-spot, he could see your clit swell with arousal and smell the blood flowing through your body gather at your sex and your puckered nipples. He was going to bring you to orgasm once more and all you could do is sleep and choke on his tail as he fucked you. His balls were heavy, full of his demon cum to fill you up as he neared his orgasm with every couple of pumps. The sound of his cock entering your wet pussy and his balls slapping against your ass echoed in the room along with his groans ands your weakened whines. He never wanted this feeling to stop, to play with your defenseless body and make you into his whore. The thought of you constantly begging him for his cock and your pretty lips wrapped around it as you cried while he choked you got him pounding into you even faster, growling like a feral animal as he bent over and placed himself in the crook of your neck once more to open his mouth and bite into your tender flesh. Your sweet blood flooded his mouth and made him groan so loud, all while he stuffed his cock inside of your fluttering hole as it just ripped through another orgasm. With more heavy strokes, Prosciutto choked, his violet slit eyes shutting close as he felt himself nearing his edge.

It took one last buck into you for him to let his mouth open and let out a low moan, his cum painting your insides in its strange pastel pink color. His cock twitched as it released inside of your cunt, throbbing as it slowly tried to calm down and plugged you up for the meantime. Panting, getting his heart to relax, Prosciutto finally felt like he could pull out of you. He admired his handiwork: bitemarks and hickies plastered on your delicate skin, blood scabbing on some of those bitemarks, your neck with the indentations of his tail wrapped around it, and your abused cunt trembling and pulsing. He carefully took his clawed fingers and spread your lips apart, watching his cum spill out of your hole and onto the mattress below. As erotic as it was to watch his seed spill out, he couldn't waste anymore time. The blonde incubus stood up from your bed and fixed himself, adjusting himself in his pants before buttoning them back up and fixing his hair back into its pristine position before turning back to the mess he made: you. He let his hand brush through your hair as he watched you return into a calm state of sleep once more, a devilish smile on his face.

"Sweet dreams, little one."