All eight girls were pressed together. The imps and grems were on top of him and Caera, humping them, while Acelina pressed her body into David’s back. Dao was snuggled up to Caera, Jes was snuggled up to her, and both were gently grinding, touching themselves and each other.
A sea of flesh, hot, soft, and moaning.
He looked up to Caera again, and she smiled down at him before she again pulled his head snug to her breasts. The nine of them melted into a slow mess of gentle thrusts, and unless he was going crazy, a lot of cuddling, even from Acelina. They wanted to get close to him.
They didn’t stop until he’d cum again.
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He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow, but Caera chuckled, slipped her hand back behind his head, and pulled him back down. With some playful giggles, the Las climbed off him, and lay themselves across the tiger’s body. Acelina took the two closest to her, and handed them to Jes instead. Judging from the sounds, the two Las were now tasked with once again pleasuring the gargoyle and satyr. But as the moment grew more delicate, David’s aura pulsed with a wave of desire decidedly more comfy than rough sex: breast suckling. Having his face pinned into Caera’s breasts was bound to do that.
Except, it quickly became Acelina’s breasts. Still pressed to his back, she reached out and turned him so he lay on his back between the tiger and spire mother, and she growled down at him.
“That aura… is… powerful,” she said, borderline hissing. “A moment ago, it told me I was to submit to you.”
“Um…”
“And now it demands I bury you in my wondrous body, and let you indulge in the softness of my breasts.” Sighing, clearly annoyed, she leaned in over him, body parallel with his, and her lower breast buried his shoulder, half his chest, and half his face.
“Yeah,” Caera said, and she snuggled up to his side. “What happened to the David that fucked me so hard and deep a minute ago I thought I’d break? The one that nearly broke Latia?”
“I uh… I mean… I loved that, but I really love… this, you know?” He nudged his nose up into the giant breast borderline pinning him. “I like what comes after the sex. Just, lying around, and…”
“Cuddling?” Caera asked.
“Demons do not cuddle,” Acelina said, nearly hissing. But she didn’t remove her breast from half burying his torso and face, either.
Caera laughed. “That’s why he’s using the aura, so us demons are hopelessly forced to cuddle him against our will.” As if to confirm, she leaned in, and pressed her large breast to his chest, while bringing her nose in close enough to nudge against Acelina’s, and kiss him. “Oh no, this is horrible. Stop him. ”
“S-Sorry,” he said, grinning up at her. “I–”
“Cuddles!” Lasca yelled, and she climbed over Caera, got on David’s waist, and hugged him.
“Cuddles!” the other Las said, and before he knew it, all the little ladies had abandoned their posts, and instead piled on top of him. Literally.
Breathing quickly became an issue as four critters buried him in hugs and boobs, and Caera and Acelina seemed perfectly happy making things worse. The tiger laughed, shifted up a little, and joined Acelina in covering his face with her breasts; no one was as busty as Acelina, but Caera was still a very busty demon, and soon all David could see anymore was his own eyelids as soft, heavy flesh covered his face. And he wasn’t going anywhere, not with four little ladies climbing on his arms and legs, pinning him.
Well, there were worse ways to die.
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~~Day 45~~
~~Mia~~
She woke up, and got a whole two feet before Vin reached out, wrapped her in his palms, and pulled her toward him. The leash did nothing. She squeaked and squirmed in his grip, but instead of letting her go like he should have, her bodyguard rumbled — or purred? — as he sat down against their alcove wall, and grinned down at her as he set her on his lap, her legs apart.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?”
He licked his chops. “Deciding how I’m going to fuck you, today.”
She folded her arms across her chest and did her best to ignore how wide and hard the monster between her thighs was, and how enticing his words were.
“I didn’t say you’d be fucking me, today.”
“The leash isn’t stopping me.”
“Because you’re not trying to hurt me.”
“True,” he said. Two of his hands took her legs, and teased her bare skin, because her useless skirt was just a bunch of long red flaps that spread apart all the way up to the hip with the way she was sitting. His other two hands gently pressed on her sides, pinning her arms there as his claws teased up and down her naked back.
“You… don’t want to hurt me, right?” Best to confirm, in case the necklace had stopped working.
He rumbled. Not the ‘oh you’re so silly’ rumble she would have preferred. More like a ‘I’m not sure yet’ sort of rumble.
“Not right now.”
“Well, that’s comforting!”
He rumbled again, a heavy purr, and the vibration flowed through her until it hummed in her skull. If Vin hadn’t been such a big bad monster, she might have been tempted to lie on his stomach and chest, hug him, and bath in the sound. But, nope, not doing that, nope nope. Vin was not her lover. He had no romantic interest in her. Cuddling was not on the table.