She trembled, hugged him again, pinned her breasts and hard nipples snug to his chest, and hid her face in his neck as she came. The random muscle spasms of her pussy clenching on him were euphoric, and he sucked in a hard breath as she brought him near orgasm, but not over it.
She leaned back again, body still quivering, and looked down at their connection where she’d soaked him.
“No cum?”
“Not yet.”
Frowning, she turned around. David bit back a groan as she buried his length in twisting friction, got on her knees between his, and pushed her ass back toward him. She managed one thrust back, hard enough her ass rippled as it hit his pelvis, before she froze and shivered. Her tail went rigid for a few moments, before it and her wings went limp. But she stayed up, arms underneath her, claws to the ground, and she bounced her ass into him again. Each time she struggled to stay up, but each time she took him to the hilt, took a breath, and bounced him again.
She didn’t last long. Two minutes, maybe, before she collapsed. Cheek to the ground, arms out, ass up, she whined into the floor, clearly upset with herself. But the clenching spasms of her insides as they drowned his cock in boiling, wet heat was enough, and David melted back into the wall as he watched his cum flow out of Lasca’s pussy.
With a squeak of triumph, she got to her hands again and pushed herself back into him, determined to milk him. Balls deep, she ground her firm ass into his body, trembling more than he was, but still able to keep control and work his length as he pumped cum into her.
After a minute, and an absurd volume of cum, she crawled forward, and whimpered with every inch that slipped free of her gripping, pink insides. Only Latia’s hand kept his cock from hitting the ground once his glans slipped free of her leader’s pussy.
“I’m impressed,” Caera said, and picked up the mini gargoyle. Everyone watched the little lady go limp, legs and arms and tail and wings, and Latia groaned on David’s shoulder as she watched cum gush out of the impa’s body.
“Lasca… strong,” Lasca said.
“Agreed.” Nodding, Caera gave the little lady a kiss on the forehead, knocked horns with her, and set her on Acelina’s lap.
Oh shit, David had forgotten about them. Acelina and Jes were touching themselves, all with their eyes on the Las. Jes also had a hand on Dao, caressing her lover’s clit while doing the same for herself.
“I suppose I will take the scraps,” Acelina said, and she took the mini gargoyle. But instead of putting the little lady between her giant thighs, she brought the Lasca to her breasts. Lasca was still limp, and quivering a little with orgasm aftershocks, but when the giant demoness brought her to her breasts and pressed Lasca’s mouth to her nipple, Lasca’s tail wagged. Scared she may have been of the nine-foot-tall angry demon woman, Lasca still melted into the spire mother’s huge breast, and suckled.
Satisfied with her decision, Caera scooped Laria off his leg as well, earning some giggles from the busty shortstack before giving her to Jeskura. Jes spread her legs, guided the happy lady down to her slit, and sighed bliss as she melted back against her wall. With someone else pleasuring her, she had an easier time focusing on Dao, and the injured satyr chirped before also melting into the wall as Jes resumed massaging her clit.
“My turn?” Latia asked, yanking David’s attention back, and she rubbed her skinny body into David’s arm as she pouted.
“Not yet,” Caera said, and a stern look silenced the tiny gremla. Nodding, Caera turned around, and scooped up the La still half hiding behind the tiger, Laara.
Laara squeaked with surprise, squirming in the tiger’s grip. Chuckling, Caera reached down with her free hand, took David’s leg, and pulled him closer to her so he was almost flat on his back. The curved cave wall kept his chest and head propped up, but he was otherwise lying flat, and Latia got off him and knelt beside him.
Caera took his cock in one hand, pointed it up, and with the other hand wrapping Laara’s waist, she set the impa on his glans, facing Caera, and pushed her down. No build-up, no foreplay, the already dripping little lady squealed, and her insides clamped down hard as if she could stop Caera from pushing her down onto him. She couldn’t.
David stared, wide-eyed, as the squirming mini gargoyle sank onto his cock fast, and her ass rippled as it struck his pelvis. Laara was reduced to weak whimpers by the sudden attack, and her wings flared out, tail too, only to go limp as she trembled on him. With a squeaky whine, she looked over her shoulder at him, and her big eyes melted.
After hungry growl, Caera leaned down, and something warm and firm ran along David’s balls. He couldn’t see, not with Laara in the way, but purring vibrations moved through what had to be Caera’s tongue, straight into his testicles, and he grabbed Laara’s hips out of reflex as her insides clamped down. The tiger was licking her clitoris.
Imps and grems were firecrackers. Laara’s tail and wings went rigid again, quivering as her insides buried his cock in spasms, and a new, wet warmth trickled out of her onto him. She almost fell back, but Caera took the girl’s hips again, her huge hands on David’s, and she grinned over the tiny lady’s head down at him. That perfect smile was still there, and getting bigger.
“Don’t let their little bodies fool you,” she said, and she picked Laara up until only the head of David’s cock remained within. “They can take a beating. They usually prefer it.” Taut did not begin to describe how Laara’s slit felt, to the point her squeezing lips caused an inward dip where his cock spread her apart. But Caera didn’t let the tightness slow her down at all, and she pushed Laara down onto him balls deep, hard enough the little lady’s firm butt jiggled again.