He kept her there, pinned her on him, rubbed her pussy lips against the hilt of him, and watched her squirm. Her head lulled back, putting her face out of view, but when he pulled and thrust into her again, her head bounced and exposed her delirious expression, including her long tongue hanging out.
He thrust again, and she bounced again, squeaking like a toy each time. Something about her high-pitched but weak sounds sent heat through him, had his muscles flexing, his grip tightening, and he thrust harder. The sound of whimpers and mewls, the desperate pants, her squeezing insides desperate to hold on to him, it was all like a drug.
He pulled the little gremla deep, lifted her up, hugged her tight to his chest, and came. She didn’t hug him back, legs still limp and spread around his, arms dangling, but her head lulled forward and pressed to his shoulder. Tiny shivers worked through her, and her insides milked him with random spasms as her juices trickled down his testicles, but were quickly lost in his own cum. He hugged her tighter, squished her dainty body to his chest, and stroked the back of her neck as she mewled into his shoulder.
Caera took the little lady by her waist and pulled him off her. It took effort to stay standing, effort he apparently couldn’t keep up, and he sat down on his butt, leaning back on his palms, panting and sweating. So much for being all dominant and stuff. That’d lasted a whole five minutes. Latia, a mess of dripping cum and trembling little mewls, smiled at him before Caera gave her to Acelina, and the huge demoness hugged her to her other breast.
Everyone looked at David, even the Las. Only Latia didn’t, too exhausted to lift her head from Acelina.
“What?” he said between pants.
Daoka chirped, gestured to him, and her soft smile grew as she guided Laara’s head back down to her pussy.
“We’re all just a bit surprised,” Caera said, and she got down onto her hands as she grinned at him. “That aura is… pulsing, and it’s… it’s telling me to just… submit.”
He gulped. “Y-Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jes said, and she guided Laria back to her pussy, too. “Didn’t expect a little nerd like you to get… so… rough.” A slow sigh fled her lungs, and she melted back into the wall and Dao’s shoulder, eyes still on him.
Acelina made one small growl, but even her eyeless gaze was pointed at him. Lasca looked at him like he was some sort of sex god, and she even tried to come back to him, but Acelina grabbed her and yanked her back to her other breast again.
“I mean…” He looked down at his body, all the cum, and his still hard cock, pointing forward away from him. “I am a guy. Being, uh, aggressive and rough is pretty… appealing, every once in a while, you know?”
With a playful lick of her lips, Caera squeezed herself in between Acelina and Daoka, lay on her side facing Acelina, and lifted one leg to spread it.
“Show me,” she said, more of that playful smile on her subtle snout. Seeing Caera have fun was exciting on its own, but seeing her smile in ways he’d never seen before, mischievous, spontaneous, had his heart rate racing.
He crawled over to her and straddled her lower giant leg on his knees, while moving her other leg so it rested over his hip. Holding the thick thigh of the higher leg with one hand, he took his cock in the other, and gently pressed his glans against her entrance. Soaked. Her huge tail, as thick as her thigh near the base, rubbed against his knee, and she looked down her body to him as she got comfortable on her side. Her large, soft breasts, totally juxtaposed against her hard chest of muscle, pulled to the side with gravity and brushed the ground.
She was so fucking beautiful.
As he pushed forward, the earlier desire surged through him. Fill her. Completely fill her. He didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to make her cum, and cum and cum. He wanted to overwhelm her, make her mewl, make her tremble. Some burning coal inside him set his blood boiling, and filled his mind with images of Caera, literally twice as tall as the demon he’d just fucked, just as filled, just as stuffed, and cumming just as hard as Latia had.
He pushed his cock into her clenching insides, and as he did, it grew.
Caera sucked in a breath and lifted her head to stare down over her body to him as he forced his length into her. She sucked in another, eye wide and locked on the bulge now pushing up her stomach as he stretched her wide, and deep, as his cock fought for space. Leaning forward, he grabbed her hip, and pushed harder, inching across the floor as he forced more girth into her.
She moaned, and melted. Her head lulled to the side and fell to the ground, and she half turned more onto her back so she could spread her legs and let them go limp, too. With a shaky hand, she set her fingers on the distension pushing up along her abs, and moaned again, a purr mixing into the sound.
Her moan turned into a whimper as David drove his length into her, and her belly bulged with the new ridiculous thickness and length of him. Fear of hurting her disappeared as she quivered, and her tail rubbed against his butt, weakly pulling him toward her.
He thrust hard, and she groaned. He thrust harder, and her muscles clenched harder, too, as if she could match him in a fight, but all she did was make herself melt into pleasure faster. And it wasn’t long before her half limp body trembled. Having waited so long apparently had her body on a hair trigger. He thrust again, earning a very un-Caera-like moan, high-pitched, and weak. It was like cocaine straight into his blood, and he pounded into the tiger, each thrust driving the bulge on her belly up to her sternum and between her large, bouncing breasts. No break, no rest, he had to keep going, even as her clenching slit milked him.
He came again, and he stopped thrusting, sweat dripping down his skin. Moans and quiet whimpers filled the room, and as much as the sound came from Caera, a lot came from Dao, Jes, and Acelina. All of them were looking at him, and all of them were either cumming, on the way to, or just finishing up, their claws still holding the Las snug to their bodies.
Caera held out her hands to David, and he fell forward onto her body. Still buried to the hilt, he lay beside her, half on the ground and half against her chest and breasts. He nuzzled his face into her tits, devoured them, hugged his arms around her, and melted into the heat of her skin as he pumped her full of cum. Caera’s gentle sighs were ambrosia, and she slipped her claws into his hair and held him snug to her. His aura responded in kind, and ideas of being aggressive and dominant shifted into something far more tender, and loving.
More heat joined him, from all directions. He lifted his head, only for something very, very soft to pin it back into Caera’s breasts. Soft, and wet?
Acelina. She’d pressed her chest into his back, and her breasts buried him, overflowing his shoulders and squashing against Caera’s breasts around his head and neck. More heat joined her, too, little claws that found his arms, his legs, and some not-so-little claws on top of them. Movement followed, gentle thrusting, soft and wet things rubbing on parts of his body, and he lifted his head up enough to peek around above the ocean of breasts drowning him.