BONER

“GODDAMNIT, WHAT DO YOU WANT, whore?!”

     He  watches  her  climb  down  from  his  hip  and  situate  herself  on  the  nearby  couch  as  he  takes  another  drag.  It  seems  like  more  and  more  smoke  pours  from  his  lungs  every  time  he  exhales,  regardless  of  how  long  the  drag  preceding  it  was.  Valentino  doesn’t  respond.  Not  verbally,  at  least.  His  two  lower  hands  start  to  undo  the  fastenings  on  his  coat,  which  drops  to  the  ground  with  a  heavy  thud.  His  wings  flutter  against  his  back,  stretching  now  that  they’re  freed,  and  he  sighs.

“Hey,  baby,  you’re  cute  ‘n  all,  but  don’t  start  actin’  like  you  own  me  ‘cause  you  got  a  pretty  kitty.”  He’s  dressed  mostly  in  revealing  latex  and  fishnets  beneath   the  coat,  as  well  as  a  pair  of  red-accented  boots  that  reach  just  a  bit  above  the  halfway  point  of  his  thighs.  “You’re  on  my  turf,  baby  girl.  Watch  that  mouth,  or  I  might  hafta  put  somethin’  in  it.”

body stiffens ,  watches in astonishment as the other drops deadweight like an chrysalis .   skin crawls as smoke pours across the heaving breaths of folded succubus ,  of drug laced smog thieving every cell of oxygen in her brain .   like being choked ,  like two hands she can’t see forming to strangle pretty little neck as she subconsciously feels something force her shoulders back  &&.  pin her down in her positioning for prime taking .

heart quickens ,  unaware of smoldering hands formed from cigarette holding her down as valentino takes his sweet time in coming closer .   tail flicks about ,  catty in wait ,  hungry for something to find  &&.  curl around .   the desire to bite back ,  to fight with every ounce of uppity for a sense of punishment burns under hellish flesh ,  only to be sated by the heavy press of ecstasy fluttering in the air .   a quiet groan seeps from verosika ,  from practiced maw that hides her flavor of sin from being heard by loudspeakers just yet .

claws reach ,  search for anything in their awkward posture to grab ,  finding nothing more than the couch’s edge to dig into with an arch of her back further preening glistening girlish prize .   oughta say something to soothe the demon hellraiser now biting at her gullet .             “ sorry ,  out of practice with REAL talent .   used to limp-dicks with no bite to their bark  ;      guess my velvety loins need a thorough reminder of what big bads ‘re capable of ,  huh v ? ”

“Nah,  you  ain’t  gotta  go  and  do  all  that,  baby.”  One  of  his  hands  shifts  under  the  guise  of  repositioning  her  to  grab  at  her  ass,  tight  enough  that  someone  else  might  have  been  upset  by  it.  He  takes  his  cigarette  back  for  another  drag  and  exhales  into  Verosika’s  face,  the  smoke  curling  around  her  and  twisting  through  her  hair  like  it’s  alive.  “I  ain’t  had  a  succubus  to  play  around  with  in  a  long,  long  time,  baby  girl.”

     He  has  a  few  on  payroll,  of  course.  A  lot  of  succubi  take  up  porn  or  dancing  to  fill  time  between  contracts.  He  has  an  entire  department  focused  on  it  to  keep  wires  from  getting  crossed.  But  he  doesn’t  usually  get  more  than  grab-ass;  there’s  a  lot  of  people  to  wade  through  when  he’s  in  the  mood.  “Maybe  you  let  me  take  you  home…”  One  of  his  free  claws  is  tracing  little  shapes  along  her  jawline.  “…we  can  make  a  few  home  movies.”

home movies ,  huh ?   that doesn’t sound so bad ,  though her likeness might have to be kept under wraps ,  especially if he plans to sell it someday .  THAT could lead to copyright claims .   tail wrapped prior unfurls  &&.  flicks about in leering wonder as valentino hefts her up ,  gropes pert behind at the behest of lifted bust left uncleaved  &&.  alone .   a small disappointed sigh ,  arms releasing her prized possessions to instead lean weight lopsided upon whatever vice holds her aloft at this point .

boredom ,  mock offense  ;      she’s none too pleased to see valentino play with his food ,  especially when he’s trouncing around with JUST her ass .   four arms ,  but just her butt ?   c’mon ,  be more creative .   even blitzo was better at handling all angles than this four-armed incubus .   body sighs in disapproval before trying to ebb in a new angle of play ,  turning away to let her walk back  &&.  away from him ,  to splay her back out across whatever furniture lay about ,  &&.  spread eagle as she lays down to display her prowess .