Elisa and the Succubus

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Elisa awoke in the dead of night, her body trembling and her skin slick with perspiration. The obscene aberration that jutted up from the patch of blonde hairs of her pubes ached and throbbed, demanding attention, its turgid shaft pressing against the thin material of her nightgown.

She tried to lay still in the dark, ignoring as best she could the evil thing, her lips quivering as she chanted quietly mantra's of denial, hands balled into fists so tight that in the morning she knew that her fingernails would have left bloody welts in her palms. She could feel its meaty crown, swollen with her blood that coursed up and down the length of it like a river of fire within, was nestled with a gentleness that was almost beguiling between the valley of her breasts. She could feel a dual heat in her own sex, the dampness between her thighs, which nearly rivalled the unwanted thing.

Every night was the same, and every night the temptation grew stronger, since she had bought the small statue in an auction. It had been an old piece, dated somewhere from the 8th century, and despite its lewd design she had taken an interest. She liked to collect oddities, and her family was wealthy and easily able to support her few habits.

Her will was beginning to falter, and she feared what would become of her sanity should the growing lustful thoughts in her mind take control. The first night after the auction, she had nearly fainted when it woke her and she had turned on the bedside lamp to discover the change to her body. It was longer than her forearm when fully roused, and as thick around as a wine bottle. That such a change was even possible was unthinkable - she had no belief, at least she had had no belief, in such things as magic and the occult. She had so far kept its presence a secret from her both her elder sister and her mother, and she hoped could do so until she discovered a way to cure whatever curse the statuette had brought upon her. She had tryed destroying it - smashing it to pieces, burning it to charred lumps and ashes, burying it and throwing it from a cliff, but it had always turned up again, whole and without any sign of such vandalism somewhere in her room.

Finally, she felt her ever-present tormentor retreating, subdued, shrinking back into an uneasy torpor. Her own sleep followed some time after, once Elisa was sure she had won the nights battle.

Elsewhere in her bedroom, the statuette of a woman who was sat with her legs crossed and her arms hugging a huge penis, glowed faintly, its light contained by the shoebox into which it had been stuffed. A soft, feminine laughter could have been heard, if anyone had been close enough to listen.

 

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Soon it's full power would be unleased and it would once again have physical form, for now it was enough to torment the foolish girl who had thought to possess its power. The succumbus enjoyed watching the poor young womans body change at night, seeing how the desire and lust flowed from her into the lingus, seeing it swollen and rigid.

It was almost amusing how the woman tried to destroy the statue, and yet had never considered selling it. The demon laughed, undoubtedly by tomorrow night the woman would be fully possessed unable to resist the temptations of the flesh.

So the demon waited patiently until she slept again, and with a throaty chuckle floated out in a misty form. The power was intoxicating and the demon's possession of Elisa would be permanent once the young woman slacked her lust on another.

The demon would have to physically possess a host so as to keep it from being injured by Elisa's massive member, but that was the fun part. The demon would gain more physical presence with every fuck and each new host. The thin smokey figure drifted down the hall to Elisa's sisters room and as the woman opened her mouth the demon invaded her body.

She woke up, feeling the youthful power of this body and got out of bed. She quietly moved down the hall to Elisa's room and slowly opened the door.

"Elisa are you all right?" she asked with the sweet innocence. The demon thrived within it's host enjoying the feel of soft silk against tender flesh.

 

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Her sisters words, though softly spoken, were enough to waken Elisa from her troubled slumber. She had kicked the light duvet from her bed during her struggles, and the air now felt cool against her skin.

Still immersed in near darkness, the only faint light in her bedroom being the greenish glow of the illuminated hands of her alarm clock, she heard the slight creak of the door, which stirred her more fully awake.

"Are you awake?" Elisa heard her sister ask quietly.

Elisa fought off her tiredness, moving to the foot of her bed and quickly retrieving her discarded bedcovers. She hardly had time to sit back to a kneel clutching them when the darkness was dispelled. Her sister had stepped into the room, closed the door behind her and flipped the lightswitch, Elisa having answered her question by her sudden movements.

Blinking from the sudden light, Elisa gave her sister a smile, realising that her position at the end of her bed looked foolish and suspicious, and all she could manage was a meek "Hi."

 

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She took a step towards the bed and asked, "Are you feeling all right, you've been tossing and turning and making wierd noises for a while now. Is something the matter?" By the time she asked the question she had drifted to the bed and was sitting on the edge. "You seem so restless lately, you know you can tell me anything." She reached out to touch Elisa's uncovered ankle.

"So is there anything you'd like to talk about?" the demon used the hosts memory to act appropriately. It did not want to reveal its presence until Elisa was completely taken over by her own lusts. However it did want Elisa to be thinking in that direction and subtly encouraged the hosts body to emit pheremones and loved the feel of the thin silk nightgown against the hardened nipples of her host.

 

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"I'm fine," Elisa said, meeting her sisters eyes. They were blue, like her own, and showed concern for her sibling, as did the tender gesture of touch of her hand against her left ankle. Lies didn't come easily to Elisa, and her gaze faltered, turning her eyes downward, and found herself noting the prominence of her sisters nipples where they bored into the white silken nightgown she wore.

"Just some bad dreams," she added. Then she felt it stirring, and swallowed, gripping the covers tighter. The sooner her sister was gone, she felt, the better. Certain thoughts were edging into her mind that made Elisa uncomfortable. Lewd thoughts. No, she's my sister, Elisa retorted to her inner demons, withdrawing her exposed foot from her sisters touch under the duvet.

"I just need to get back to sleep," Elisa said, nervously.


OOC: Thanks for joining this thread, Intriguess Feel free to name Elisa's sister.

 

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Danica (Elisa's sister)

The demon smiled inwardly, outwardly showing concern, biting the soft lower lip of Elisa's lovely sister. The demon noticed everything through Danica's eyes and picked just the right thing to say. "Remember when we used to huddle up under the covers during storms?" Danica moved the sheet back little by little. "How about I sleep with you, sleeping with someone always banishes bad dreams."

The demon could feel the soft swell of Danica's perky breasts brushing the silken nightgown as the body moved, the nipples rubbing against the fabric straining against it at times. She slipped under the covers before Elisa could protest and whispered softly, "Isn't that better?" as she smoothed out the sheets.

 

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Elisa was startled by Danica swiftly slipping under the duvet with her, and after nodding to her sisters question, throat feeling suddenly coarse, she slid back to the right side of the bed.

Trying to get comfortable face-down was not easy with the thing sprouting up between her legs swelling once more, and she rested her head on the pillow, looking away from Danica, fearing what would happen should it be discovered.

Fearing what would happen. Unbidden thoughts arose which brought forth disturbingly erotic fantasies if Danica did discover the change to her body. She shut her eyes tight, trying to put them from her mind. Wrong! Go away! she inwardly shouted.

They hadn't slept together since they Elisa had been about ten. It had been comforting in a loud storm, the flashes of lightning sneaking through gaps in the curtains and the cracks of thunder that would follow.

She tried to imagine such a storm happening right now, the rolling booms overhead. It kind of helped, but it was hard to keep her focus away from the hardening thing that still slowly crept up her belly, as if it were determined to betray its existence.

 

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The Demon as Danica

Danica noticed she pulled away and after about ten heart beats the demon decided to further torment Elisa. Danica moved closer to Elisa snuggling up against her, attempting to be comforting even as the demon intended to bring Elisa's lusts into action. Each breath Danica took caused her hard nipples to brush against Elisa's side. The demon began soothingly rubbing her hands along Elisa's back as if to calm but intending to arouse.

The demon knew how swollen the lingus was and already had worked its power to prepare Danica's body and enjoyed the sweet smell of Elisa's hot cunt combined with the more subtle scent of Danica's wet pussy. "Doesn't that feel better?" Danica asked all innocence as her hand stroked up Elisa's side brushing the soft mound of her sister's breast.

 

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Elisa knew Danica meant to be calming her, but her sisters touch was instead unintentionally burdening her with increasingly immoral thoughts.... incestious thoughts. She could feel the nubs of her sisters nipples brushing against her side, through the two layers of silk of their nightgowns.

She could feel her will crumbling, the pulsing alien heat of the now straining thing that her bodies weight pressed down upon, her attempt at concealing it making it even more difficult to ignore, squeezed between Elisa and the mattress.

"Doesn't that feel better?" Danica asked. Elisa bit back a whimper as her sisters hand briefly touched one of her breasts, and realised that her own nipples were hard and pressing into the bed linen beneath her.

Hard like Danica's nipples that kept brushing against her side.

The realisation that her sister appeared aroused further fed the wanton thoughts that Elisa was barely keeping at bay. This shouldn't be happening Elisa screamed inside. I should get out, run, lock myself in the bathroom, she thought. No, that would just get everyone up and worried, and what then?

Elisa turned her head, to look at her sister snuggled close besides her, a warming smile on Danica's lips. "Yes," she said, unsure now whether the answer she gave was a lie.

 

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The demon as Danica

Danica smiled, "Just try and relax. Let me take care of you," she whispered softly. Danica pulled the sheets back, "Do you feel hot? it seems really warm in here." Her fingers continued to stroke and massage Elisa's back and sides, slowing rubbing the silky nightgown against her skin. The demon smiled as it knew how much Elisa was struggling, as the soft fingers of her sister slide up her sides to cup and massage the soft mounds of Elisa's breasts.

Danica was so involved in the feel of Elisa's breasts she almost forgot to be sisterly. "Your skin feel so soft," the demon softly whispered as it moved the hands down to Elisa's lower back rubbing a spot known to make women melt. Danica was kneeling beside her sister leaning in as she rubbed up and down Elisa's spine, tormenting the poor girl with the feel of her breasts pressed against her.

"We should do this more often," Danica whispered right into Elisa's ear, her mouth almost brushing the soft skin of Elisa's neck.

 

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Elisa shivered, half from anxiety and half in enjoyment. Her sisters breath as she whispered into her ear was hot, and Elisa let out a whimper proper as she felt Danica's lips so close to the side of her neck.

Her mind kept saying no, but her body was defiantly saying yes. Begging for more. Danica's touches were gentle but now beyond simple sisterly tenderness, fingers stroking through Elisa's nightgown with growing intimacy.

"We shouldn't," Elisa managed to whisper, her face flushed, her skin tingling in the wake of Danica's strokes up and down her back. Don't stop, Elisa found herself wishing, and with that thought, those two simple words, knew that now she could, would, do nothing to prevent whatever else might occur.

 

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The demon as Danica

The demon purred as her victory was so close at hand. She had prepared Danica's young body for sex and was looking forward to the encounter. It had been centuries since she'd last been released.

"You feel really hot," Danica whispered as her soft fingers slowly slide the nightgown off Elisa's shoulders. Feeling no resistance as the silken garment slide down her arms and revealed the smooth skin of Elisa's back. "Doesn't it feel good?" Danica asked gently kissing the base of Elisa's neck and slowly working her way down her spine. "Doesn't it feel right?" she purred as she slipped Danica's nightgown off her shoulders and pressed her bare breasts into Elisa's back and begin kissing and licking Elisa's neck.

"Your skin is so perfect," she whispered licking the soft expanse of exposed skin. "I want to see all of you," she murmured huskily, moving away long enough to remove her own nightgown.

 

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Yes Elisa thought as a soft moan issued from her lips. Any thoughts of restraint were now only whispers in the back of her mind, driven there by the lusts that Danica and her own otherworldly aberration were feeding.

The twin soft mounds of her sisters bare breasts pressed against her skin, and the kisses and tiny laps of Danica's tongue about the back of her neck, were all but enough to further silence those heedful whispers, but as Danica lifted herself away, Elisa heard the hot, husky voice of her sister say,

"I want to see all of you."

It was a moment which brought forth her sensibilities again, struggling to keep surfaced against the whirlpool of wanton thoughts that ran through Elisa's mind. Yet even as she heard her inner self voicing warnings, she was sitting up, turning to face Danica, whose silk nightgown was slipping off the bed to the floor, still unprepared for what her sisters reaction would be to... it, but now uncaring.

Her sister was beautiful. They were their mothers lovely angels, about to commit a sinful act. She slipped her nightgown off, exposing her naked flesh to the eyes of her elder sister.

She looked down as Danica's mouth parted at what she surely could not believe, to see the swollen tip of her alien companion glistening with a clear drop of pre-cum and the pusling veins of its hot hard shaft, then back to her sisters face.

Elisa realised that she was gently holding her breath in anticipation.

 

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The Demon as Danica

The demon parted Danica's soft lips and whispered a little O of surprise. She attempted to act as much like Danica would as possible. OF course it would only be when she left the host that Danica would remember nothing. By then it wouldn't matter as she would completely possess Elisa and finally achieve her full power and be able to attain form of her own.

She licked her lips coyly staring at the throbbing member, "Is that what I think it is?" even as her soft hands went to touch it. She tried to wrap her hands around it but barely seemed to surround it with both her hands. "I don't remember you being this way," she softly whispered as her silky hands stroked and explored the already engorged shaft. The demon watched as pearly juices glistened on the tip and Danica licked her lips again. "It's so big," she whispered as if speaking louder would break the magic of the moment.

Danica moved one hand up rubbing her palm over the slick tip until her warm palm was covered in wetness. She smiled and raised the wet hand to her mouth and her velvety tongue lapped the juice off her palm. She smiled coyly and moved in against Elisa letting her warm hands move to her perky breasts the slick palm coating her nipple with cum. She pressed her body against the swollen shaft as she gently massaged Elisa's breasts.

"I want to kiss you," she whispered as she pressed against Elisa moving in to kiss her sister.

 

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During all the nights since the perverse thing had first revealed its presence Elisa har managed to avoid touching it. She knew now that if she had done so, her will would have slipped away much sooner, for as Danica's soft hands explored its length and bredth the feelings that shot back into her mind were electric.

Elisa closed her eyes for a few moments, then reopened them, her focus a little giddy, drunk from exhiliration, as her sister came closer. She let out a faint gasp as she felt Danica's hands against her naked breasts, and the underside of the swollen shaft of her gift rub against Danica's body. Gift, she mutely appraised the word, as her sisters lips came towards her own.

"I want to kiss you," Danica softly whispered, and pressed closer still.

Tilting her head slightly, Elisa leaned forward to cover the scant inch that remained to press her mouth to her sisters, her own hands lifting to stroke up Danica's sides. If this is a dream, please don't let me awaken, Elisa thought, as the two sisters began their first tenative yet hungry kiss of the night.

 

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The demon as Danica

The demon felt the surge of power as Elisa's will crumbled. She allowed the power to further arouse Danica's body, the perfect tits rock hard, her pussy damp with desire. The demon moved her hips against the swollen shaft letting Elisa know how turned on Danica was. Her hands had slide back around Elisa to pull her closer, massaging her back, before moving her hands down to grab Elisa's beautiful ass.

The kiss deepened as Danica parted her lips and allowed her tongue to dart out along Elisa's soft lips. When they finally parted to breath the demon uttered words that would destroy any resistance left. "I want to taste it," she murmured, licking her lips, looking down long enough for Elisa to know what she meant. "Please," she whispered as one hand rested on Elisa's smooth soft hip, the other cupping the large full balls.

 

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Danica's blue eyes were aflame with desire, a thirst that Elisa shared with her elder sister. She looked down herself at the swollen head of her 'gift' that was pressed between their bodies, nestled in the twinned valleys of the four breasts that surrounded it, its dark purple cap glistening with a sheen of the precum that coated it.

It reminded Elisa of a fruit, juicy and ripe for the picking. She wondered herself what it would taste like. The hole at its top almost looked like another pair of tiny lips. Lips ready to receive her sisters kiss, which Elisa would not refuse.

Elisa moved her hands to touch it for the first time, gently exploring its length as her sister had done, marvelling at the feelings that coursed from it. Her small hands barely could circle its girth.

Its length was such that Elisa knew it would take no act of gymnastics to bring her own mouth to the meaty fruit of her new endowment. A sting of jealousy briefly shot through her mind. Why should Danica be the first to taste it? Its mine!

"We'll share it," Elisa whispered hotly.

 

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The demon as Danica

Danica saw that gleam in Elisa eyes as she was coming to accept the throbbing lingus and grinned. "As you wish," she whispered softly moving back to the bed, stretching out on the soft sheets beckoning Elisa to join her so they could both enjoy the taste of the monstrous cock that twitched between her sister's perfect legs.

Danica licked her lips a few times to moisten them her eyes switching from the bulging reddish tip to Elisa's lustful eyes. She set up some pillows so Elisa could be comfortable and patted the sheets. Danica's body was being overloaded so it would be ready to take the monstrous cock at any moment.

For right now the demon wanted to taste Elisa's cum, as the Lingus would take it's taste from her. The demon didn't worry about protection, until the demon fucked Elisa during the day it would not have that kind of power.

 

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Elisa slid down onto the bedsheets to lie next to her sister, so they were on their sides facing one another. One of her hands toyed with the straining shaft of the thing which had tormented her so over the last several nights. I should have enjoyed it sooner, she mused. It is a thing intended for pleasure.

Curling up slightly, one of her legs slipping over Danica's hips to hook itself around again under one of her sisters knees, she bent her neck forward and gave it a tiny lick, tongue curling under the bulging head, then lapping around the top. It was a little ticklish but the other sensations it returned were delightful.

She let out a giggle as she regarded Danica, who had put on a mock look of annoyance, and with her hands holding the shaft, pushed it away from her body, so it came closer to her siblings face. She had vague recollections of sharing lollipops with Danica when they were younger, and giggled again inwardly at the memory.

 

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The demon as Danica

The demon feigned annoyance, enjoying the way Elisa's lithe body curled up so she could lick the tip. Danica finally broke out in a smile and leaned in to kiss and lick the tip occasionally letting her mouth brush Elisa's reassuring her sister that it wasn't all about the cock, that it was merely an unexpected and welcome addition to enjoy. The demon filtered the actions through the lense of sisterly love and found it tender. The demon might possess beautiful Danica again, for now it enjoyed the sweet and salty taste of Elisa's monster cock.

 

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Elisa found herself accepting the altogether male appendage that had sprung from her female body more and more, Danica's surprising acceptance making it so much easier for herself. They shared the salty sweet nectar that their fingers and tongues seemed to be slowly milking from it.

"It... tastes nice," Elisa understated with a murmur, looking at her sister from beneath half-closed eyelids as they lazily savoured the taste, sometimes touching lips to trade short warm and wet kisses over their shared 'lollipop.'

The pulses that rose up the length of the thick shaft felt wonderful to Elisa, muscles contracting to squeeze drop after drop of juices out of the swollen tip beneath their dancing tongues. She noticed that the pulses were slowly quickening, the throbbing hardness seeking to garner further attention. Something seemed to tell Elisa that this was just an appetiser... a sweet treat before some succulent dessert.

"I'm glad you're here," she whispered to Danica.

 

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The Demon as Danica

"Me too," Danica murmured licking the creamy juices, tasting the sweet innocence of Elisa's body. The demon had never tasted one quite so sweet before and it was looking forward to having its full powers back. One hand grasped the shaft squeezing it gently as if trying to pump more out of the monstrous member. Her other hand was softly caressing one of Elisa's breasts enjoying the feel of the soft skin, the hard ripe nipple rubbing against her palm.

She began licking just under the tip on the underside, and watched as Elisa hungrily took over the tip as Danica licked the thick shaft. The lingus was warm and the demon knew it would not hold back much longer. It also knew that it would soften slighty, just enough to make it easier to fuck.

 

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Danica's hot breath and sensuous tongue that moved just down beneath the meaty crown, combined with Elisa's own now languid yet eager licks and suckles at the tip, were apparently enough to spur her attachment on. The pulses seemed to merge into one, a single torrent of pleasure that rippled up its length.

It unleashed thick ropes of creamy white ejaculate, the first of which caught one of Elisa's cheeks just beside her nose and over her eyelashes, warm splashes that made her skin tingle even as she let out an ecstatic cry.

Time seemed to lose meaning. When Elisa had calmed enough to regain a semblance of awareness, she felt sure at least a gallon of the stuff had been pumped out by the now-quivering man-thing that she and her sister held between them, leaving trails of the sweet-smelling cum all the way up the bedsheets, onto her lace-eged pillow, slowly pooling in places between ripples in the sheets.

Elisa brought a hand up to where it spouted out, catching some which still dribbled from the swollen top in her palm, and it felt like a warm thick lotion as she breathlessly squeezed it between her fingers. She felt so alive, so... energised. She dipped the tip of her tongue into her palm, gingerly tasting it. It was sweet, potent. She licked her palm more intently, swirling her tongue between her fingers, quickly cleaning her hand of the delicious creamy-white substance.

She moaned in delight at the taste, which melted over her tongue. "Heavenly," Elisa said, a shiver of pleasure running across her skin.

 

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The demon as Danica

Danica caressed the warm swollen shaft, feeling it's heft in her hand, when she glanced down she noticed Elisa's pretty pussy was slippery with both kinds of cum and with one last glance up at Elisa she moved her head so she could kiss her sister's other lips and found the taste divine. Using her soft warm tongue to kiss and tease the soft wet spot, feeling the meaty shaft rub against her cheek. The demon had fed on the explosion of the Lingus and Danica's body heated up from the pure intensity of the demon's presence. The demon was glad Elisa had purchased the statue and looked forward to tormenting her in many ways.

She finally paused in her intense french kiss exploration of Elisa's soft wet pussy to look up at her. "I really want to fuck you." The way she said fuck was soft, sensual, yet undeniable that it was the correct word. The demon had enjoyed teasing Elisa, but knew that for this one act Elisa would have to take the lead.

 

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Elisa let out a gasp as she felt her sisters tongue delve inside her, her mouth pressing against the labia of her sex. The powerful eruption from her bodies new endowment had drowned out the dual orgasm that she now realised had occured, the fluttering of the inner walls of her pussy a testament to the flood of juices that had also been released in conjunction with the wads of hot white cum that covered a goodly portion of the sheets.

"I really want to fuck you," she heard Danica say, her voice soft and sultry. Elisa found her breath caught in her throat at the plea for a moment.

She pushed herself up to a sitting position, Danica still led with her head between her thighs, the thick jutting shaft of the male cock between their eyes as their gazes met.

"You want me to... fuck you with this" Elisa said, her voice trembling slightly at the notion, as she stroked her fingers over the still potently-erect sexual organ. She wants my cock in her, Elisa thought, Danica wants me to fuck her with my cock. The lewdness of it was intoxicatingly delicious. My cock. In her pussy. Elisa found the rude words liberating as it reverberated in her thoughts. Fuck - Pussy - Cock - Cunny - Cunt - Dick. Her inhibitions, such as those that remained, collapsed.

Elisa wondered though if such an act was even feasible, even if it seemed so desirable for the both of them. It was just so big. She loved Danica, and had no wish to hurt her. Go on, fuck her Elisa thought to herself, Fuck her, despite the trepidations that gave her pause. Danica wasn't scared of it, it seemed, despite its size.

The soles of her feet felt the carpet as she got off the bed, the long cock, her long thick cock, bobbing obscenely, majestically.

"Come on then sis, show me that lovely ass," Elisa said, her hands about the hard shaft, pushing it down so it pointed nearly horizontally out from her loins. She could feel the blood pumping through the thick veins beneath her thumbs.