The Nicest Warlock

[Nervade]

It wasn’t easy being the only Warlock in the village.
Sure, just because you regularly carouse with the fiery forces of Hell, lived in an enormous, blasted brimstone castle and could flay the flesh off of a simpering victim with but a gesture of your hand and a few syllables muttered didn’t make you a bad person, did it?

And thus was the dilemma that Naxadon suffered. The young Warlock was a handsome fellow, with simply fascinating hair that was an explosion of color. Like the infernos of the Pit, the silky sea of strands came in streaks of red, oranges, and yellows, and was shorn up nicely around the sides, and left a bit longer on the top. His eyes, as were all practitioners of his craft, a glowing manner of orange, that would become brighter and sizzle yellow when he was excited or feeling strong emotion. Tall and broad shouldered, you’d think that he would find great attention from the opposite sex, but alas, he sported the infernal black robes of the Warlock, and his talent for things of the netherrealm forever branded him an outcast.

Pity, cuz he was a real sweetheart.

Well, a few years of being spurned and rejected by those strange girls who thought that being able to command and control infernal beings was something of a difficult past time to explain to their parents had made the Warlock lonely beyond measure in his massive castle, and so, he decided to do something about it. After months of meticulous research and planning, Naxadon had gathered both the knowledge and the components to summon forth a Demoness from the Pit to finally cure his lonliness!

Nervously, he stood in the center of a massive summoning circle that he had painstakingly carved in the floor by hand. He began to wave his hands in a practiced, steady pattern, ever careful to not make one single mis-step or gesture (if you didn’t want to mess up one type of spell, it was a summoning spell, after all, as Demons could be vastly temperamental from time to time if you plucked the wrong one).

Steadying his nerves, Naxadon began the ancient incantation. “From the flames of the furnace, and the denizens of the pit, I seek a hot busty dame, so dagnabbit, give me it!”

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Onyx had been gleefully sitting atop a stone outcropping over a boiling lake of blood, watching the souls of the damned eternally melting and screaming, as she often liked to do while enjoying a light lunch, when she felt something pulling at her. It felt like hands all over her body, which wasn't such a bad thing...except that these hands were trying to pull her somewhere, and it felt like it was going to be a very far off somewhere.

Dropping to the ground, she wrapped her arms tight around a nearby rock, jutting from the ground. For her short stature and tiny (mostly) figure, she has a lot of power in her body, and was determined that she could hold out longer than the rock, in fighting against those unseen hands. It mashed her pair of gravity-defying tits painfully, but she wasn't letting go, gritting her teeth against it.

Then the rock broke. Damnit.

The following moments (seconds? hours?) were spent falling down through a hole in the air, swirling colors all around, and landing on her full rump hard on a stone floor. Picking herself up, brushing off the light black leather corset she wore, she spotted the man across the way. Based on the glow of his eyes and the markings etched in the floor, this was his doing. Onyx made to lunge at him, to demand she be sent home...and found her boots stuck to the floor. Even her efforts to remove her feet from them proved useless; She was stuck.

Running a hand through her bobbed, ruby red hair, Onyx put on her best scowl under the circumstances of being helpless, her jade eyes flashing coldly. "Who are you, what have you done to me, and how quickly are you going to undo it?!"

 

[Nervade]

The fine, intricately carved lines of the summoning circle still hummed and hiss with raw, infernal arcane power. The large conjuring room filled with a strange green smoke, and Naxadon’s sizzling explosion-tinted eyes were wide and awestruck at the sight before him. She was short. She was busty beyond belief. She was seductively shaped into a sinful hourglass of tempting, warm looking flesh. And very much presently, she wanted to gouge out his brains with dull wooden spoons.

“You…you’re perfect!” He muttered absently. Well, perfect except for the whole spoon part, but otherwise, yes, fairly perfect.

The Demoness saw the telltale black robes and infernal sigils, as well as the penetrating, glowing eyes that always marked a Warlock, and she was immediately filled with anger. She had heard all types of stories about these meddlesome mortals, who thought with but a few command words and marks of power they could snatch up demons and devils at their fancy and command them to serve. The cackling, ugly, power hungry Warlock was the ultimate stereotype, and for Onyx to be snatched up by one made her downright aggravated. Until, of course, he called her perfect. Until, of course, the smoke cleared and she realized that he wasn’t really ugly or old or overly power hungry from appearances.

Naxadon finally managed to pull himself from the initial reaction of staring at her blankly and began to answer her rather insistent questions. He set a palm to his chest and gave her a low, courtly bow, sweeping his free hand along the still-glowing infernal summoning circle. “My name is Naxadon. I am a Warlock of the 3rd circle, and I have called you forth unto this dimension.” Ever proper and willing to make a good first impression, the Warlock exclaimed “Oh, almost forgot!” and he began to quickly fumble around in the endless pockets of his silk, black and fine robe, till he pulled out a single, perfect and pristine rose, the thorned stem of which was a pure and vivid green, and the bloom of which was full and opulent, with petals of black the likes exact to the demoness’ name.

The Warlock took slow, nervous steps towards her, kneeling just a bit out of her planted lunging distance, and he presented her with the flower, those magnificent eyes set upon her, awe and fascination and a trillion other heated emotions filling them. “Please don’t be mad at me?”

 

[CatgirlReborn]

For all that she knew to be true of Warlocks, this one seemed to go against everything, seeming to be kind and polite, rather than demanding and controlling. Aside from yanking her forcefully from her home realm, of course. Clearly, either the stories of evil human Warlocks were exagerations...or this particual Warlock was just pathetic. However, seeing as he had captured her and now held her within his circle of power, Onyx chose to believe the first option.

When he set the stone flower on the ground before her, mindful of her reach, Onyx was momentarily taken aback at the sight of it. Considering that Naxadon had a flower of onyx handy, he must've selected her in particular, binding her to him with her name, and was more powerful and intelligent than he seemed. Or, it was a pretty damn big coincidence. Either way, she wouldn't touch it yet.

"Oh, well, a very great pleasure to meet you Naxadon, good sir, a pleasure indeed!" Bowing deeply at the waist with a flurish, tits jiggling with the motion and nearly springing free of their tight enclosure, she gave her sappiest, sickly sweet smile to the Warlock. "Now let me go!"

Thrusting a hand forward, intent upon driving the man back to the wall with a bolt of energy, Onyx was annoyed to find the gesture did nothing. What few abilities she had were sealed inside the circle as well...perhaps sealed in this realm all together. Growling, fuming, and powerless, the demon let herself drop to the floor with a sneer, looking down to the crystal flower once more. "....And what will this do to me? Not that I expect you to tell me anyway."

 

[Nervade]

Her display was the very last thing that Naxadon had hoped for, and the Warlock’s face noticeably soured from an exuberant, awestruck mask of anxious affection to a frown that was reminiscent of a disappointed kid at Christmas. The room began to clear of the brightly colored green smoke, and Onyx could see clearer the detailed, practiced summoning circle that she had been lured to. Any notion she may have had that Naxadon was some inexperienced novice in the infernal arts went out the proverbial window when she saw just how elaborate the ritual had been, and how it has, at least for the time being, robbed her of both her mobility and her powers.

“What will this rose do to you?” The Warlock’s expression turned to a smirk as she hissed out her words at him. Behind that, however, was another emotion, one of sincere disappointment and hurt. “Well, it’s supposed to make you smile, but I guess I was a fool for hoping something like that, wasn’t I?” His vivid eyes were blazing now, his disappointment and resentment at her snubs and attitude making Naxadon angry atop all those other emotions. “And no, you can’t move. And no, you can’t use your powers. These were precautions I took when I carved the summoning circle, to prevent anyone from getting hurt, should I manage to snag an ill-tempered person like yourself into this realm!” His voice was booming now, quivering with emotion as he animatedly began to pace around the intricate circle. “I’ll have you know, rude little miss, that I have it within my power, while you are in MY realm of existence, to simply FORCE you to do whatever I wish, with so little as a wave of this hand, but I thought that would be rude. I thought, foolishly, that I could find a girl who WANTED to be treated nicely, but I see that is the last thing you desire.”

He stormed away from her for a moment, gathering his tools and implements and scrolls, unrolling a long, tattered flesh-scroll over his stone work table and beginning to delicately, but quickly scribble into it. “Rest assured, I’ll send you back to your ring of the Pit, and with VERY little care for where you land, mind you. Perhaps you will return home hovering over the gaping maw of a Thulkarix Hook Maw, or perhaps the main course atn Incubus sexual torture romp?” His pen hand furiously continued to scribble. “Give me but ten minutes and you’ll be on your way!”

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Seeing Naxadon storming away, for all appearances genuinely hurt by her words and her actions, Onyx furrowed her brow, perplexed. Could it really be that this Warlock only intended her for a companion? To hear him talk, it even sounded as though he'd had something romantic envisioned. It was hard for her to comprehend, but...was it possible?

Considering that he was busy writting a new scroll out, there seemed little to be risked, so Onyx picked the flower up gingerly. As he had said...nothing happened, so far as she could feel. And it truly was a finely crafted item, she had to admit. Even a demon can appreciate a thing of beauty. She wrapped her arms around her knees, mashing her breasts against them as she hugged around her legs. The edge dropped from her tone and a bit of fire left her eyes, replaced with true confusion.

"That's really all you want, isn't it? You just wanted a companion...someone to be yours? And not even 'yours' as a servant or slave, but just...yours?"

 

[Nervade]

Naxadon paused his scribbling, setting down his quill and focusing that fascinating yellow gaze right on the young Demoness. He quirked an eyebrow and spoke to her rather evenly. “I doubt there is anything I could say that would make you believe me, but yes, that was the exact idea behind this.” He gestured towards the floor with his hand. “You can see for yourself in the summoning circle, can’t you? Does this look like an enslavement ring to you?”
Onyx’s eyes scanned about the intricate designs carved at her feet. Any Demon worth their salt knew a thing or two about summoning circles and the various varieties they came in, and sure enough, this was merely a travel and partial binding circle, often made for the protection of the caster in case something…difficult was pulled through. A Warlock capable of carving THIS circle would most definitely have been able to perform a far more restrictive enslavement circle if he so choose with little added difficulty to it.

Naxadon finished up his scroll, sprinkling a handful of warm ashes over the page and smoothing it with his hand. He stood up and strolled over towards the circle and its captive, rolling up the scroll and handing it to her. “Well, here you go. Just read it whenever you’re ready, and you’ll be sent back to the Pit.” He gave her a cynical grin. “And sorry for the inconvenience.”

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Onyx took the scroll being offered to her, glancing down over it briefly; It was, as the man had said, simply a means of returning her to the dark realm she had been pulled from. Rolling it back up, she slid the parchment into her cleavage where it instantly vanished into a personal pocket of limbo. It was one of her more convenient abilities, and one which she was pleased to see still functioned. When the time came, she need only think of the scroll, reach in, and be able to pull it back into reality. But for the moment...taking another look at the details of the etchings around her, paying real attention now to their meaning...she could give Naxadon a chance. He was intriguing, if nothing else.

"Alright...I'm here now. Can I be trusted enough to move? I don't imagine I can be much of a companion to you if I'm stuck to this one spot."

The demoness stood once more, stretching deeply. It was a blatant manipulation, she knew it, and surely he would know it also. But Onyx was well aware of her impressive assets, and was certain a little bit of attention drawn to her rack would help in getting what she wanted from Naxadon. If it weren't too overly obvious, she might even have just popped the pair out entirely.

Maybe later, if she needed something else.

 

[Nervade]

He was close to her, which was probably a mistake. While Naxadon was a gifted Warlock and an absolute wizard with a summoning circle, he was, in fact, just a Mortal. When presented with her other-worldly beauty and downright sinful (literally) allure, it was difficult for him to pull away. Mix with this his rampant loneliness, and he was a veritable victim waiting to happen. He stared at her as she made his scroll vanish between those two ripe, soft looking red tits, and Naxadon had never envied a piece of parchment more in his entire life.

The young Warlock wet his lips as she spoke, his mind a frazzled mess of impulses, impure thoughts, and recklessness. The throbbing ache beneath his silk and black Warlock robe was constantly battling him for supremacy over his actions, and he stammered with his words, eyes fixed obsessively on her so much more than ample rack.

"Trusted to move? I...uh...I guess...here, let me just make a few adjus-" He stood frozen in his tracks for a moment, his lust getting the better of him, as he grew a slick smirk and folded his arms over his chest. "Well, I dunno, you WERE pretty rude to me, and all I wanted to do was be your...um...friend and all..." He tilted his head to the side. "What'll you give me if I let you move?" He quirked an arched eyebrow.

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Onyx sighed...she should've known that's what it'd come down to. Hell, it was her own damn fault for flaunting herself the way she had. True, she could just pull the scroll bac out and pop home, but that hardly seemed fair, all things considered. She had been rude, even if she felt it was justified at the time. And it wasn't as if he were forcing her to do anything, though he was probably capable of doing so.

"Well...for starters, I could at least stroke you off. I can see your robe twitching between your legs, so we both know what it is you want from me. Or maybe...watching me sliding that scroll in between my mounds made you think of sliding something else in there? I promise they won't swallow you up." She shrugged and gave a deep, dramatic sigh. "But that's another matter of trust, I suppose."

She cocked her hip out to one side, resting her hand on it while she waited for his answer. Her tone had taken a very clear, serious edge as she spoke, letting Naxadon know (or, hoping he would know) that she was being serious with him; No tricks, no ploys, simply bargaining for her freedom of movement. If she and the human were going to exist in the way he was suggesting, they both had to begin showing a measure of faith, and she could at least uphold her side of the matter. Again, if nothing else...it would be an interesting way to spend a bit of time.

 

[Nervade]

Naxadon's eyes widened dramatically at her words. Did girls-Even of the demonic variety-really talk like that? The absolute casualness she displayed in listing the sexual acts she could perform was shocking to Naxadon. She was offering to whck off a stranger with the blase attitude usually reserved for ordering coffee in a donut shop drive through. The Warlock was visibly taken aback, despite his absolutely raging arousal.

"Wha? I...wow..." He had to shake his head as if actually performing a double take. Onyx was truly baffled by the reaction. As a Demoness, she was in tune with lusts and desires, and could sense them in Mortals and men easily, yet the strange look in Naxadon's eyes and his reaction to her words was something she really didn't expect. "I just..." The Warlock's eyes lowered to the floor, his gaze tracing the intricate lines of his summoning circle to busy themselves. His voice, when he spoke, was almost inaudible. "I just...I just wanted to touch you..."

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Onyx smiled, taking pleasure in the clear embarassment and shock Naxadon was experiencing. She had simply been being business-like in doing what she thought was needed to get her relative freedom returned to her, had not intended to make him uncomfortable. But, if he didn't want sex with her...well, not yet at least...then she could work with that just fine.

"Then, if that's what you want of me, just to touch me...that can be arranged as well. Just tell me...straight forward...what sort of touching you have in mind?" The demon gave the human a suggestive wink, leaving just a hint of the sexual tone to the conversation, wanting to keep Naxadon slightly on edge, liking the sight of him a bit nervous of her. It kept a degree of power and control in her hands, despite what the Warlock might hold over her. "However...I do still want my movement back, or there won't be any sort of touching."

 

[Nervade]

The Warlock felt himself taking steps towards her, head tilted to the side, eyes locked onto her, his expression strange. Almost puzzling to her. She had experienced lust a million times, in a million different manners, but she simply could not pinpoint that look of his. It was plainly written, though, for it was the look of an utterly smitten individual. Naxadon smiled as he got close to her, the smell of her sweet flesh absolutely maddening to him, her skin, so used to the infernal temperatures of the Pit, had an oily type of gloss to it, as if she were constantly slathered with a sheen of sweat or exotic, shimmering lotion. Slick curved and warm flesh for him to behold.

"I dunno...nothing bad. Kinda like...kinda like this?" He reached out to her, placing his hands on either side of her face, simply holding her, feeling her incredibly warm skin against his palms. Fingers began to sift slowly through her hair, adoring the stylish angle of the jawline that it followed. He smiled happily. "I really like your hair." He remarked, hands sailing down the sides of her elegant, dove soft throat, smoothing over her shoulders as he watched and breathed. She could feel his heart racing, his eyes in awe as his hands caressed slippery, sweat-glossed flesh, like a red and oiled treasure.

 

[CatgirlReborn]

To be touched...simply touched, not groped, nor fondled, nor pawed at, but just touched...was something of a new experience to Onyx. She knew what she was, and much as she disliked being nothing more than a living, breathing sex object, it was her accepted lot in life. Not so with Naxadon though it would seem. Yes, he wanted sex, she was still aware of the hardness beneath his robes; But it seemed that was his body reacting, not his mind. His mind...for the moment at least...wanted only this.

She brought one hand up, laying it atop his own...her fingertips moving side to side along the back of his hand. "Thank you; Not many males tend to notice my hair...or, if they do, they never mention it. Generally, I don't think they even see I have a head, only everything below the neck."

Onyx dropped her hand to Naxadon's chest, feeling his heart beat clearly through his robes. "You're something different; I think, if I had to be dragged into this realm, I could've landed in worse conditions."

 

[Nervade]

Their closeness was mutually beneficial. To the Warlock, it sent his heart into overdrive, pounding in his chest, his eyes sizzling and bright with a crackling sort of energy. His gaze this close was like staring into fire, a lot of passionate, wild and burning fire. For the Demoness, his hands on her brought her a whole new level of sensation. Pleasure, for certain, but a particular, rare flavor of it that Onyx had never, ever known.

For her, it was an easy thing to be prey to the desires of men. Countless times she'd been mauled, used, groped and used up like some banquet of flesh. Good times, for certain, but the males of the Pit lacked a certain...gentleness and true appreciation for her that Naxadon had in spades. He was different than other Mortals, who would often, if given the chance, fall atop her, plowing desperate hips forth and reaching a rushed, overly inspired climax, exhausting themselves in but seconds. Lust? Oh, yes, she knew lust, but here was some new pleasure for her to consume, and it did both excite and calm her at once.

When her hands met his, there was a crackle of electricity. Maybe it was just a figment of his imagination, but Naxadon certainly saw the energy between them upon flesh meeting flesh, and he smiled at her. "Well, then, the guys you normally meet seem pretty stupid--You have an AWESOME head." His hands raised, one to gently palm the back of her head, the other setting fingertips to trace delicately over her plump, sinfully pouty mouth. "Beautiful, heavy and thick eyelashes...pert, pretty nose, and lips..." He gave a warm sigh. "Lips that look softer than anything I have ever seen in my life."

His words were a far cry from the normal "Compliments" that men would pay her, and if her skin weren't already red, the Demoness might have just blushed. For the first time in a very long time, Onyx felt butterflies in her stomach at his kindness. Naxadon, lost in the art of her face, shook himself out of his trance for a moment. "Oh, ah...um...right!"

He quickly walked away from her, setting his sights on the large summoning circle in which Onyx was the centerpiece. "You lived up to your part of the bargain by letting me touch you, so now I must live up to mine and free you." He began the complex, exacting and specific hand and finger gestures that made the circle sizzle with raw infernal energy. The carving crackled vividly for a second, and as he chanted the demonic phrases of power, that energy burned out quickly, and a hazy grey smoke rose from the now exhausted binding ritual placed on it. Immediately, Onyx felt her freedom restored, and her movement was no longer limited.

Naxadon seemed rather embarrassed. "Sorry about that, by the way...old habit. My...uh, well, my Mentor, the Warlock who taught me magic, tried to summon a Hellhound to play fetch with one day, and instead he snagged a Baalor warrior that cleaved him in twain. I had to jump out the window to escape and sprained my ankle, so, I try not to leave much to chance when summoning, if you see what I'm saying." He gave her a nervous laugh. "Please...don't be mad? The last thing I ever want to do is have you upset with me."

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Onyx stretched and took a few steps when she felt movement restored to her body. She moved herself outside of the summoning circle, moving her hand in a slow, back and forth motion...deep black smoke rising up from the ground, forming itself into a chaise lounge and solidifying for her to lay out upon her side. The demon lay one hand on her hip, turned to face Naxadon with a smile; His embarassment never ceased to amuse her.

"I'm not mad or upset with you, Naxadon...not any longer, in any event. I can understand your need to be cautious bringing a demon into your world forcibly. Just as I'm sure you can understand my initial displeasure with you for doing so. But we're past that, and starting anew; You've given me my ticket home, whenever I want it, and so far as I know all my powers are available to me...so for those reasons, you've earned a measure of trust from me. I will warn you, however, that if I ever were to become upset with you..."

Again, Onyx motioned with her hands, drawing more smoke to herself, forming a dagger. "You wouldn't be cleft in twain like your Mentor was. You would just find yourself missing something important."

She openned her hand, the blade dissolving to smoke once more and billowing out the window. "But it won't come to that, I'm sure. Merely making sure you and I are on the same page...that we both have some level of hold over the other. But as I said, neither of us will need it."

 

[Nervade]

The Warlock gave a soft laugh at the amusing display. Naxadon was a studious and truly gifted Warlock, and he had an extensive library with information on all manner of Demons. Her abilities were nothing at all new to him, and if she thought she were dealing with a rank novice, then she was sadly mistaken.

His vivid yellow eyes simmered with excitement as they cascaded over her grand figure and buxom form. She was everything he had wanted and oh so much very more. He was hard and throbbing beneath that robe, and he was finding it a great thing to contain his emotions and raging, sizzling lusts in her presence. That, along with the loneliness he'd endured through the years made him a bundle of anxious sexual energy.

"So..." He said, trying his best to center his nerves. "Is the offer still open...for you to stroke me off?"

 

[CatgirlReborn]

"So...is the offer still open...for you to stroke me off?"

Rather than speak her answer, Onyx only smiled wickedly, and rose from her lounge. As soon as she stood, it too dissolved to a cloud of smoke and began to drift away, as had the dagger. She closed the distance between them slowly, taking long strides that caused her hips to sway...her dark green eyes moving over his body.

When she faced him, the demon sank to her knees, looking up at his face as she parted his robes. Her smiled broadened when she saw how Naxadon throbbed with eagerness...she didn't particularly enjoy sex, it was always the same unimpressive fumbling that never lasted, but it was a joy to know just how bad of a need she could inspire in men. Or in the occasional woman.

Taking his shaft in hand, Onyx began slowly to stroke up and down the length of Naxadon's hardness. Her eyes flicked up to his own yellow orbs, watching his reaction. She wouldn't increase her pace...wouldn't drive him to that moment too rapidly...intending to make him wait for his release by continuing in this same slow, even way.

 

[Nervade]

Her warm and dainty hand gently wrapped around Naxadon's shaft, the Warlock letting out an even, breathy gasp, reflexively giving a small shiver at the contact. He was certainly aroused, almost obscenely so, his cock an absolute artwork of flesh. The plump mushroom tip of him was already decorated with a cloudy bead of precum.

The Warlock stared down at the busty young Demoness as she pumped his achingly hard cock, his eyes locked onto her deep looking cleavage, enjoying tremendously how the act of jerking him off made the girl's boobs jostle and bounce back and forth, only making him harder. He gasped and wet his lips at the divine sight. His arousal and her willingness to comply was making Naxadon grow bolder in exactly how he handled the situation.

"Spit...wpit in your hand? I want it nice and slick when you pump my cock, baby..." He said in a dreamy, sex-fueled tone.

 

[CatgirlReborn]

Onyx grinned. There it was...there was the sexual hunger she knew in mortal men, placing her back on familiar terrain. Naxadon may be more subtle and hide it better...or, as she originally thought, he may be genuine in wanting a companion rather than a sex object. But either way, that desire was there inside him, seeping out just the same as that single drop of fluid seeped from his cock.

She did as he bid her, spitting into her hand and grasping him tighter, stroking the slightest bit faster. Tilting back her head in such a way as to watch him closely, the demoness did something she knew would surprise the young Warlock; She licked that drop of precum away, and closed her soft lips around the head of his shaft, sucking lightly, continuing to rub all the while...her free hand cupping her own breasts, one and then the other, back and forth...moaning to send vibrations through her lips and into him.

 

[Nervade]

His emotions were broadcasting loud and clear to her, this being of sin and sensuality named Onyx. She could feel it all in the way he looked at her, the way his heart pounded when he was near her. He wanted to ravage her, empty himself into her in every way imaginable, but there was also a stirring, overwhelming need that she couldn't deny seeing there. Sure, there was lust in him, but also loneliness and very warm, very real love and affection to give. It was something lacking in the vast majority of partners that the Demoness had had over the years, and it was a curious and rare thing.

The Warlock's orange and red and yellow hair sifted down over one eye as he looked down at her performing this lewd, wonderful act on him, his cock so stiff and throbbing, tensely pulsing in her dainty, slick hand. He breathed and moaned hotly as she sealed her lips around the tip of him and began to fondle herself with her hands. That, however, was simply no good.

"No...don't...don't touch yourself." he said, voice deep and bass filled with desire. "I want those tits. They...they're mine. Whip them out and let me grab them."