Chapter 15

It was late when Dianna moved to tuck Tulla in for the night, her little girl so full of earnest cheer as she gave her mother a quick tour of their new home before, whilst grinning ear to ear, she settled in under blankets so soft as to feel almost decadent, snuggling with a large pillow while a screen across from her came to life with a magic play. Dianna kissed her daughter good night, taking one final look at how—happy the girl appeared before turning to leave, a small smile flitting across her face.

She found Arthur outside, relaxing in the bath beneath the cool silvery glow of the greater Lacunae, his expression thoughtful as he, too, seemed transfixed by what lay above. She caught his attention before she’d reached the pool’s edge, his blue eyes staring up at her with piqued but muted interest, his mouth opening slightly as if to say something witty before Dianna promptly removed the robe she’d been wearing. Smirking as it fluttered about her legs and Arthur’s eyes grew wide with surprise.

She didn't linger long, enjoying the way the man’s face blushed as she descended into the water, loving every moment his eyes were upon her as well as the wonderful heat. She slipped into the pool across from him, stretching out her limbs and appreciating the way her muscles burned as they healed without her special card. It was honestly a sort of therapy in itself that was a double-edged blade in that particular regard. Dianna having found that she’d earnestly missed how soothing it felt to just allow her body to do things the natural way. She’d put it back in the deck after luxuriating in the feeling, of course, but for now, she was content.

Arthur watched her the whole time, gaze seemingly transfixed as her upper half gently bobbed up and down in the water, her breasts large and buoyant, their dark nipples poking out from the steaming water as she shifted in her gentle exercise, entirely cognisant of what she was doing. “You can touch them, you know; there's no need to be so coy… I’ve noticed just how much you've been staring at them since we first met, and quite frankly, it's a good deal more than was probably proper given your lust was directed at somebody who wanted to kill you…”

The young man chuckled at this, a hand scratching at the back of his neck whilst a hoof with soft fur at the termination of a long muscled leg gently began caressing his thigh. “I uhhh, I'm not sure how to really say this, a-and, don't take this the wrong way Dianna because I really want to, with you, b-but… you're not going to—squish me if we have sex, right?”

Dianna snorted, leaning back in the water as she placed both her hooves in Arthur's lap, arms extending to rest on the bath's edge while she grinned at the much smaller man with earnest glee. “No, I'm not going to break you, at least, not in that sense, wring your balls dry maybe, but—” She paused, tilting her head in thought. “—you do have balls, correct? I've felt your cock stiffening beneath my tail enough to know you've at least got one of those but...” Her words trailed off as Arthur grinned at her, lifting one of her legs from the water to inspect her dark hoof. Dianna felt a sudden influx of—embarrassment as he began running soft fingers over it, gently tracing out along its perimeter. She kept them rather trim and properly cared for, as was expected in civilized society, even if they weren't presently in it, but she couldn't help but feel a tinge of—appreciation in the way he was staring at them, almost tickling her with his interest.

“Does it hurt when you step on something sharp?” He asked, gently rubbing his thumb across the rough pad that tingled with his passing touch.

“Not really, as children, some in the cities might have that issue or, even adults that haven't developed through empowering their metamorphosis, but very little can actually penetrate my skin quite so easily these days…”

Arthur nodded, continuing his gentle inquisitiveness for a time before, with a smile, and to her utter mortification, he kissed her hoof! Dianna felt a swell of something—curious within herself, something that fluttered in the depths of her tummy! Marvellously and sinfully disconcerted for a reason she couldn't bring to words and simultaneously thrilled by the prospect as he shifted in the water, ducking low as he slid her leg over a shoulder and proceeded to kiss his way along the length of her shin. Dianna let out a strangled sigh of pleasure that surprised herself, his lips leaving slight lingering sensations of electricity as he moved towards her muscled thighs, seeming to pay—special attention to her inner legs, kissing and caressing on his way, eventually slipping entirely between them, both his hands holding a firm grip in her lower half before he made to lift her from the water. Dianna understood his intentions and assisted once she’d felt her weight to be—too much for him to handle, lifting herself from the bath until she sat on its marbled edge, staring at the human who was at a height to stare face to breasts where he was. He grinned up at her, Dianna half expecting him to try and mount here then and there, awkward as such a thing might be given the—difference in positions, but, to her surprise, he didn't lift himself to get a better angle, nor did her try to steal a kiss… Instead, Arthur lowered himself, gleaming eyes filled with mirth and never breaking from her own until…

“Ohhh gods…” She hissed, body tensing in the cool night air as she felt something hot and wet slither its way across her sex, growling a moment later before clutching at a handful of the human’s golden hair, staring down at the wet and sloppy sounds that were emanating from between her thighs. She’d been excited, to be sure, and had known herself to be—moist with the mere expectation and her own hungering desires, but… this… She liked this… Arthur was dedicatedly exploring her labia with his tongue, seeming to want to discover each and every crevice she had! It was delightful, the way he suckled and slurped at her, the way he swirled his tongue round and round without ever entering her. Dianna’s lubrication and pleasure caused his lapping groans of desire, as though he were somehow garnering pleasure from this, to grow progressively sloppier as he worked.

Arthur gave the entire length of her dripping folds a final excruciating lick before he tilted his chin and smiled at her with a raised brow. The devious glee in his face letting Dianna know that he was indeed a—willing participant. ‘Hmhm, enjoying it?” He chuckled, her viscous juices clinging to his cheeks and mouth, hanging as syrupy strands of glistening nectar that connected the duo in a most immoral fashion.

Dianna didn't bother to answer, simply applying pressure from where she held him, pushing him back to where he seemed to be so clearly enjoying himself! His tongue rolled across her labia again and again, slurping and sucking, devouring her seeping fluids as they so desperately fought to produce as much as he consumed. His tongue wasn't long and didn't enter too deeply when he chose to tease at her entrance, but it didn't seem to matter, her mate's questing little appendage lavishing her eagre pussy with sinful kisses and devilish licks.

“Mmmmm, you taste delicious, you know that?” He mumbled, Dianna grinding her pelvis against his face as she moaned with delight. “Sweet, and just a little tart… mmrrrm! Makes me want to devour you whole!”

“Y-your a d-degenerate, aren't you?” The demoness whimpered, feeling herself reaching a thrilling pinnacle that seemed to well up from her very core, spreading like static through her entire body as she rocked against Arthur’s face, riding his swirling tongue as though it were her personal mount. “I—I happen to know wh-wh—ohhhh… f-fuck… What I taste like, and it isn't—sweet…”

“Mmmmhmmm, I beg to differ…” Then, her man paused as if suddenly conscious of what he’d actually said, the smug bastard taking a moment to actually smack his lips with thoughtful contemplation! All as Dianna, flustered yet—viscerally thrilled by the novelty of it all just—stared, breath caught as though waiting for some divine judgement. “Nope, I'm definitely right… It's not super obvious, but it is there… I’d say you almost taste fruity…”

“Stop—appraising my flavour and keep licking!”

“Oh, now whose the degenera—” Arthur’s voice disappeared as she forced his face against her crotch, all but feeling his smile as his tongue continued to worship her, causing the demoness to shudder with delight, eyes rolling while sounds she’d never known she could make emanated from both above and below. She was soaked, practically drenched, her twitching cunt more flowing with her juices than dripping at this point…

Further and further, he pushed her, elevating Dianna to the very precipice of pleasure itself, right up until the moment she thought she might find release before expertly allowing her to fall away, playing her desires as though he might be an instrument with masterful dedication. He held her there, edging the flow of her desperate looming orgasms as she whimpered and moaned her needs, body convulsing as it lost itself to his swirling ministrations, Dianna all but smearing herself onto her mate's face with forceful and grinding gyrations until with a sudden pause, he slipped his firmly held face upwards, leaving Dianna panting and growling by equal measure.

“Don't you dare stop.” She warned, glaring at the smiling but—hesitant man still wrapped between her thighs.

Arthur nodded his understanding, face fouled by her glistening, ravished sex, but licked his lips with an air of uncertainty as his hands ran across the large muscles of her thighs, which were still holding his head tightly, refusing to let him escape. “Dianna, though I find it incredibly sexy that I can't even so much as move my head right now with the leglock and all, I just wanted to remind you that when I push you over the edge, I’ll still be down here…”

“You’re afraid…” Dianna whispered, a hand pinching hard at one of her erect nipples, sending volts of electricity through her every nerve! “Good, I like it when you’re scared, Arthur, it's thrilling…” She grinned at him, showing all of her teeth as she pushed him back against her, forcing his lips against her own. “Now, finish—th-the job… oh gods… a-and maybe, I’ll let you survive… Oh, oh fuck! Yes, right there, Arthur, don't you dare stop you little manling!”

Dianna grinned as she felt Arthur redouble his efforts, seeming to respond well when she told him what she wanted. However, she did lessen the force she was applying with her legs, if only to reassure him, her fingers gently brushing the back of his head as, once more, she began treating his face like her favourite pillow in her teenage years. Before long, her grinding gyrations grew more aggressive, and she could feel herself approaching the peak, her chosen mate's tender kisses and long licks slowly bringing her to the ridge of madness in a measured and methodical climb! But, just as she thought she was about to tip over the finish line, her moans of pleasure singing out to the otherwise silent night, Dianna’s world exploded with colour! Without warning, she felt her clitoris, thus far ignored beyond gentle, infuriating teasings, suddenly assaulted by a swirling, vibrating appendage that circled its throbbing stiffness as two fingers plunged into her depths! Dianna screamed as she came, her body alive with fire as her legs extended outwards, back arching, wings flexing, hands slamming against the stone around her! Fingers curling as taloned claws shredded stone with grinding shrieks, dragging deep furrows through the marble while a veritable geyser of her juices sprayed from between her twitching thighs, soaking the man between her legs and splattering the bath’s surface as though she were a newly minted fountain dedicated to lust and desire.

“F-fuck!” It was all she could manage, her visceral and animistic groans transitioning to that one stifled word which seemed to hang in the air as her pussy pulsed, squirting with much smaller bursts of her orgasmic fluids as everything went white!

She was only vaguely aware that Arthur was still suckling at her, still gulping at her trembling folds, still pleasuring her even as she rode a wave of ecstasy she hadn't known for… perhaps her entire life… She felt her mind go blank as her eyes crossed and her tail stretched to its full length, hyper-extending and vibrating like a quivering arrow, shivering with nerves that felt as though they were on alight with each and every pulse of her rapidly beating heart! Then, she came down, gentle ripples of her joy sparking like magic across her flesh, her pelvis lovingly swirling her sex against the head that still worked at her with a far gentler touch than it had before. She groaned while she felt Arthur continue to pleasure her, basking in the strangely unique pampering that was unquestionably foreign to her people's culture.

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She gasped with little heaving breaths while yet descending from the heavens themselves, limbs occasionally twitching with involuntary sparks of bliss… The cool night air, the steam, the pleasurable wonders that still ate at the feast between her thighs... All of it adding rather than taking away from the stark euphoria of an indescribable afterglow that she willingly settled into as her entire form relaxed in a puddle of ecstasy...

“You know…” She began voice—breathy and horse from her screams, finally finding her vision to return to her, leaning back on her palms and idly wiggling at the ruined stone with a claw. All as she spread her legs further apart as if to offer more of herself to the delightful face still dining at her lower lips. “I'm not sure If I would have ever thought I might enjoy something like that had you asked me about it beforehand.”

In response, the viscous sipping, sucking and lapping sounds only got louder, causing Dianna to chuckle merrily before she reached down to retrieve the strange man with a—soft expression. Arthur merely grinned vivaciously at her as he wiped at his mouth, sticky strands of her slickness following the back of his hand as it departed. His hair was absolutely matted to his head, face drenched in her scent and sheen, bright blue eyes the colour of sandy ocean waters gleaming with such enthusiasm and joy that Dianna began to wonder exactly who was having more fun…

“Bal, don't engage in a little oral play?” He asked, somewhat—surprised as he raised an eyebrow.

“No, we typically don't…” Dianna mused, chewing on her bottom lip. “For the most part, it’s largely a lot of wrestling, partially because neither partner wants to actually submit to the other and seem weak… thinking on it, the whole affair involves a lot of posturing and chest puffing, really; we are a—rambunctious people after all… Though, with you, I feel rather confident that I needent force the issue to prove I'm stronger than you. And that you, by contrast, don't seem to care a wits way regardless…” She chuckled as he grinned that fiendish smile of his, her slight laughter shifting to that of a deep chiming bell as she pushed him back down on her, giggling like a girl still at school before moaning like a street side whore as she felt his tongue willingly rediscover her budding pear. “I—” Diana began airily as her voice hitched and her entire body shuddered with delight. “T-think I might be—enjoying the change of pace j-just a little… ohhh... mmmmhhmmm! A-a little too much…”

Again, Dianna felt herself squirm with the onset of another orgasm, not as—extreme as the first, but nevertheless, caringly drawn out and extended as Arthur toyed with her as though he’d been practicing down there for years. She writhed as he twisted his tongue within her, Dianna’s tiny moans and soft cries of delight ringing as music to his ears as he devoted himself to her pleasures. The demoness feeling as though she might just melt into a damned pudding at any moment!

Eventually, feeling his tongue give her one final lick, startling her to full awareness as it began by gently circling her puckered star before leisurely gliding across her labia, ending with a subtle flick at her clitoris. Dianna mewed as she was very nearly coaxed into another wave of bliss, but Arthur denied her the release she so desperately wanted, dipping into the pool to quickly scrub himself of her messy pleasure before he rose back up, lifting from his spot to stare deeply into her eyes. His voice arrived softly, almost pleadingly, in her ears.

“You—can't take me as roughly as I think you might want to, you know… You’re—massive, and though it's agonizingly sexy to just think about you on top, you might actually crush me… Your—insanely heavy…” To accentuate the point, Arthur tried to lift one of her legs now that it wasn't in the pool and strained, needing to use both arms to lift it even moderately as high as he had while in the water.

“Mmmmmm, we're going to need to fix that…” She muttered, pulling him tight into her embrace with so said leg as it hooked around him, squashing him between her massive breasts, the soft flesh engulfing him entirely until his head nearly disappeared between her mounds. Dianna’s breasts were large, ever for her frame, but compared to her mate, they looked positively enormous. It was almost funny seeing his head vanish between her tits, the sight causing her to chuckle warmly. “When we visit Kairtrice, we’ll set out into the labyrinth and get your soul all powered up until I'm sure you can survive when I spend the better part of a week smashing your little body into a crater below me.”

The young man smothered by her flesh moaned with the thought of it, Dianna smiling to herself as she gently dragged her claws along his spine, enjoying how desperate he seemed to touch her. His hands roamed across her body with wild abandon, feeling every grove of her muscle, pawing at the weight of her chest as she held him to her. One hand dipping to gently fondle his admittedly surprising endowment from behind. His genitals weren't the—largest she’d seen, not by any margin at all given the disparity in size but, they would work and, she’d hardly ever found release from mere penetration, to begin with… An issue he’d already seen in to marvellous fashion. She supposed the discrepancy was to be expected given his stature and general size when compared to the larger specimins of her kind but—again, she didn't see much of an issue there. His cock and balls were so peculiarly soft, stiff and pulsing as his penis currently was, and so—unlike her own kind. It was warm and squishy, fey and without all the ridges. Much more smooth in texture than she was used to. Well, perhaps used to might have been a little stretch, she mused, frowning at the thought. When was the last time she’d actually had sex with someone other than her fingers? Oh gods, had Tulla’s father truly been the last? Not a great showing to go out on regardless…

Dianna grunted with annoyance at the thought, her hands clamping down a little tighter on Arthur's family jewels, eliciting a sudden gasp of uncertainty as he shifted to watch her, his vulnerability clearly written across his face. She wondered what that sensation might be like as she leaned down to take his mouth with her own, tasting herself as her tongue snaked its way around his own and gently pulled as it was his turn to let out a slight moan of appreciation. She was so much larger than he was, stronger and heavier, body dangerous with a slew of natural weapons that could disembowel the comparatively—frail man in her arms. Was he terrified that she might actually hurt him when they coupled? Well, yes, that was an easy enough answer as she could practically taste the hormones off him whenever the tip of her tail brushed against his toned ass or her teeth pulled gently at his lips, never breaking the skin but threatening all the same. She could feel his heart race with the anticipation of it all as her taloned fingers left trails of cool tingles across the head of his shaft, large dribbles of his seed seeming to pulse from his tip as a continuous ooze of expectation.

It was good to know she was capable of teasing him in, if not an equally capable manner as he did her, then, at least, her own way that seemed to hit all of his buttons. Arthur, transitioning from the almost dominant instigator he’d been to a pile of mush in her arms. Her tongue slid from his own as she released him from their kiss, running it along his cheek, down over his jaw and along the strange bulge in his throat as she moved in, lips pulling at his ear. “I want you to release inside of me, Arthur…” She whispered, voice hoarse with her own need as his hips began to involuntarily buck into her, noting with pride how excited he was. “I want to feel you’re seed warming my belly, filling me until my womb is—fertilized…”

“O-oh fuck… y-yup, that's doing it, Dianna, shit, I can't want to bust inside of you—b-but…” He hesitated, stroking his cock with near desperation as she leaned backwards once more, splaying her legs wide and using her tail to liberally smear her lubrication across herself. “W-what about actually making a baby… Are crossbreeds even—possible? What if—”

“Shhhhhhhh…” Dianna cued, placing a long finger over her mate's lips. “I think it might be rather fun to see you trying to put one in me, don't you?”

“I—I…”

“Hmmm, what? Don't you want to see my belly swell with your child, Arthur? Don't you want to try and—breed me? I think I might like another, you know…”

“Oh shit! Oh—f-fuuu-huh-uucckkk… right, we're doing this!” Arthur exclaimed, then whimpered, unable to further control himself as he thrust into her, his jaw all but chattering as though frozen in ice as he slid into the base with a single, mind-numbing glide. He held himself there, twitching as though on the verge of exploding within her molten depths, Dianna’s grin wide and lecherous as she flexed her muscles and began to shift. “W-wait, h-hold on, D-Dianna, wa—ait… fuck… ohhhhh fuck…”

She felt his load explode within her, his little pink balls scrunching cutely as his entire body contorted against her own. It was so easy, she marvelled, laughing with glee as she pulled him tight to her. Dianna didn't even need to be on top, not when it was this simple to reduce the poor man to a quivering mess; apparently, he’d been backed up as much as she had, and she’d be lying if she didn't admit that, feeling rope after hot and steamy rope of his seed spraying her from the inside wasn't to her utter satisfaction. There was just something so appreciatively—satisfying about the sensation. Of knowing she’d been the cause for him to pop so quickly. Dianna was nothing if not confidant, but the earnest joy she felt as Arthur shivered in mind-melting bliss was the perfect spice to their zesty activities.

“I-its moving… why is it moving?” He blubbered, clutching at her shoulders as he ground his pelvis against his own, interspaced by desperate bucks of his hips as she pulled on him with a wet and snug suppleness that had him entering rapture.

“Mmmmm, it's so our men can't escape us… Otherwise, how could we be assured we were pregnant?”

There was a pause, a discernable moment where her mate suddenly locked up, freezing in place as though trapped within a single moment in time. “What? Just like that? You can already—tell?” Arthur accused, looking half horrified and half bewildered all at the same time.

“Ha! No, of course not, you beautiful dolt, but it does increase the chances when we—milk the object of our desires of what we want.”

And, just like that, she intensified her internal massage, working the strangely deflating appendage within herself back to a full and pleasurably filling thickness.

Arthur grunted as he again bucked in her embrace, seizing with each of her languid internal strokes that had him panting and fighting just to speak. “No offence, but sex between bal is starting to sound a lot less like something that's done for—enjoyment. N-not to say what y-y-youre doing to me currently doesn't feel… ohhh god…. So fucking good…”

Dianna could only smirk, shrugging as she released Arthur and let him slide out of her with a squelching pop. He did so, but with a noticeable hint of disappointment, as though now that he’d actually gotten free, he realized just how much he missed being snugly held against her. “There is much pleasure to be had doing things our way, but I’ll admit, there's a lot less—thrusting involved until someone is incapacitated; then, and only then, it tends to get rougher.”

“Yeah, we just sort of bump uglies until everyone’s had their fill, more of a team effort for it all, if you know what I'm saying.”

“That's a terrible way to describe things! But, hmhm, the other part might be fun.” Dianna mused, cocking her head to the side as she imagined how it might feel to have both of them working in tandem.

And, seemingly unable to resist the twitching wonderland between her thighs, Arthur plunged himself back in! She gasped as she felt him fill her dripping channel again, mewing contentedly as he held himself buried to his hilt, gazing into her eyes with a suddenly naughty gleam that had her both excited and curious about what he had up his sleeve. He began rocking back and forth, slowly but building up speed as Dianna groaned with delight, her voice transitioning into a banshee's wail that split the heavens above as, from within, Arthur’s cock began to vibrate.