It was 6 AM when John rose from his bed and wrapped himself in a robe, standing in front of his window. Outside, the snow fell… fluttering down through the otherwise still and windless light, catching the light from the moon and helping to paint the world in a soft white glow. His cock tingled with a pleasant soreness as Haru sprawled awkwardly on the bed behind him. He’d kept her up for hours as he celebrated the end of the Christmas season, putting her through paces just as extreme as he ever had in the basement below, but the mere fact that she was on a bed now meant that practically the second he stopped touching her the fox had curled up and was sleeping like the dead, snoring softly as one of her nine tails gently twitched.
Another year gone. Disaster averted once again… and the rewards were his. On to the next year.
Her movements were quiet enough that he didn’t notice Lorelai had risen from the bed until he felt her hands on his thigh, her mouth softly kissing its way across her leg while he stared out into the night. The succubus held him like that, moving softly as she slowly kissed her way towards his cock, breathing hot breath onto it before her tongue popped out and softly licked along the length.
The way she kissed him, the way she worshiped his shaft, it was clear that she had been waiting for an opportunity to do this for some time… moving with incredible gentleness she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, licking it wet before beginning to suck on it properly and purring as his precum mingled with her spit. He let out a small sigh of pleasure as the warmth of the demon’s mouth hugging his hardening cock made him throb in her, and she only seemed to grow more excited with every small sign of his pleasure.
Her head slid further down his length, soft lips caressing his cock while her free hand stroked his stomach and side, crawling its way up his chest. As she started to bob her head on him, Lorelai stroked her fingers through the hair on his chest and the valleys between muscles. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his head even as she pushed him in deeper, then out again, letting the cool night be a contrast to the warmth of her mouth as she sucked him back and forth.
John just relaxed into the blowjob, losing himself into the sensation of the skilled demon’s ministrations as she sped up… repeating the same slavish worship but at an ever-increasing pace and moaning around his length. Her other hand was between her legs, he noticed… playing with herself, even though she knew she wasn’t allowed to cum without his permission… she wanted to be as turned on and ready for him as possible. She was drenched, practically dripping… he could see her juices soaking her fingers as she pumped two of them in and out of her drooling, needy hole.
“It’s alright,” he told the demon as both of his hands went down to grip her horns like handlebars, taking off the effort of moving her as he almost gently – for him, anyway – started to fuck her face, taking over control of the pace and dictating it for his slave. “You can cum.”
The succubus practically squealed around his cock as she was facefucked but her knees squeezed on his leg, her cunt humping on his foot while her fingers played with her clit, and the whole time her devoted eyes never left his… her tongue never stopped working, her lungs never stopped sucking. Even as he pounded his way into her throat and down it she fought to keep eye contact and keep the devoted service of her whole body on him, even as she came shuddering on his body… again and again and again.
After the night he had had, John honestly felt no need to cum again. Instead, he just fucked her face like this for a solid half hour while she came over and over, until his cock was dripping slime from her throat and her chin and breasts were soaked with it. Then he pulled out, drawing her back, letting her gently lick him clean as they both stared out into the falling snow. Tomorrow would start a new year for them… not on the calendar, but a new process of building back up to the holidays once again. More jobs, more investments, more work… but right now there was just the two of them, and the mansion seemed still.
“Merry Christmas, Lorelai,” he said softly as he stroked her damp hair.
The demon licked one last time before she nuzzled his cock with her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Master,” she agreed, one arm wrapped around his hip as she knelt before him, staring out into the snow.
It was a long time before anyone talked further than that.
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