New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

Ever since sharing that passionate kiss in one of the princess Mary’s room, Beatrice wanted to fuck her redhead bodyguard. And Ember’s readiness to follow the succubus's order without questions or hesitation made Beatrice want to do her even more.

Ember chanted a spell and placed several flames along the stone walls to light the surrounding area while she herself began undressing her blue robes.

Beatrice already saw the young redhead naked once before—when she was servicing the other men during the cult’s orgy. But this time Beatrice could watch the girl closely as she revealed her perky C-cups, her narrow waist. Beatrice felt her cock grow. The tip of her penis already peeked out of her small panties.

The light from the flames fell on Ember from the side accentuating her subtle but visible abs. The redhead was clearly fit, but she did not have the bodybuilder's “six-pack” that Beatrice preferred not to see on a woman anyway.

“How old are you?” Beatrice asked while admiring Ember’s youthful skin.

“Twenty-five,” Ember answered while she slid out of the remaining robes, revealing her pink pussy.

“For real!?” Beatrice was shocked. “How is that possible? You can’t possibly be older than twenty! I-I mean, good for you!”

In all her time here (which wasn’t even half a day), Beatrice was yet to savor the taste of a girl’s pussy. And she certainly appreciated Ember’s nicely shaved pussy that only had a thin trimmed line of pubic hair going straight up from the top of her pussy lips.

“Make a pillow out of those tobes and sit your butt down,” Beatrice instructed Ember with a smile.

Her bodyguard understood the succubus’s intent and smiled back before she sat down, leaned back, and spread her legs. She even looked up at the succubus, licked two fingers with her tongue, and slid them across her pussy lips, parting them slightly, enticing Beatrice.

Beatrice got down on the stone floor, realizing just how freezing cold it was. Ember noticed her Savior’s momentary hesitation and after a quick inaudible chant placed her hands on the floor. Heat spread from her across the floor, warming it up considerably. In seconds Beatrice felt surprisingly comfortable on this medieval heated floor.

Beatrice approached Ember slowly. The futanari succubus was eager to jump the girl, and her big hard dick was the undeniable proof if the lust in the succubus’s eyes was not enough. Still, Beatrice held back. She wanted to toy with her bodyguard, and she had new Skills she wanted to try out on her too. Ember was willing and even excited to be her Savior’s little test subject.

Beatrice started out slow. She slowly licked Ember’s smooth and warm inner thighs, patiently working her way closer to the ultimate prize. The first time Beatrice licked Ember’s pussy lips she did it as lightly as possible. Ember’s deeper inhale through the nose was all Beatrice needed to know she was on point.

Slowly and subtly Beatrice increased the pressure and speed of her tongue, sliding it between Ember’s lower lips, attacking from different angles.

“Mm,” Ember moaned softly when Beatrice touched her clit with her tongue for the first time.

With a smile at Ember’s reactions, Beatrice continued moving her tongue around Ember’s clit in circles. Although at first Beatrice had intended to already use her new Skills by now she changed her mind and decided to see this through with just her experience from her past life.

Beatrice found new excitement in licking a new, fresh pussy of an obedient girl. When was the last time? Beatrice wondered. Too long ago to even bother counting the years. It was Beatrice’s first time in this world and she was determined for this to be one that Ember remembers for the rest of her life.

Beatrice didn’t even bother using her fingers. She decided that her tongue alone will be enough. She continued alternating between using her lips and her tongue. She sucked on it gently, then swirled her tongue around it while it was still in her mouth, continuing this for minutes and minutes on end, getting Ember wetter and wetter.

Beatrice felt Ember’s juices flowing, mixing with her saliva. Ember moaned louder. But Beatrice wouldn’t give her a quick, strong orgasm. She continued teasing the redhead, driving her to the finish line as slowly as possible. Every time Ember tensed up, and moaned louder, Beatrice eased up her tongue work, bringing Ember back, edging her on.

Ember moved her hips toward Beatrice’s tongue, desperate for more pleasure, more stimulation, more pressure on her clit. Beatrice gave her that pressure but eased up each time Ember was close.

“Ohh, not again!” Ember whimpered. “I was so close!”

Beatrice didn’t care. She knew what pleasure awaited Ember if they continued this dance. Soon Ember was raising her butt and thrusting her hips at Beatrice. She rested on her forearms and clenched the crumbled garments beneath her in her fists. The cloth was wet from Ember’s sweat and a puddle of pussy juices mixed with Beatrice’s saliva.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop this time!” Ember begged as her moans got louder and echoed through the tunnels.

She’s ready, Beatrice decided. She grabbed Ember’s butt with both hands, squeezing her firm cheeks that tensed up as Beatrice sped up her tongue across Ember’s swelled, throbbing clit.

“Oh, yes! Ohhh, yessss!!!!” Ember moaned and arched her beck. Beatrice felt her clit tremble in her mouth as Ember’s entire body was rocked by an overwhelming orgasm.

It took Ember half a minute before the waves of pleasure let up enough so that she could sink into the wet robes beneath her. Her breasts moved up and down as she struggled to calm down and regain her breath.