Chapter #6You do something by: Unknown (Originally posted by: Bangle. Combined 2 chapters into 1.)
You close the door and immediately strip down to your birthday suit, wanting to waste as little time as possible before Flora's torso got back. For now it was just you and her legs! A quick glance up her skirt revealed that Flora was trimmed but was not fully shaved, and her demonic cunt was just as glorious, if not more so than a mortal one! Flora's legs seem to know that you're watching them, and they seem like they enjoy being admired as they soon spread a little to show you more of that sweet slit and they kick off their sandals revealing her feet in all of their smooth glory! You feel your dick somehow manage to harden despite how erect it already is, and you know what you're going to do.
Wrapping your arms around the full figured hips of the halved demon, you take a firm grip of her ass and hoist her into the air, carrying her bodily to your living room couch. Flora's legs seemed to appreciate the rough treatment, her thighs squeezing your sides and her calves wrapping around you, her panty-less crotch rubbing against your abdomen and leaving behind a small but telling patch of wetness. Setting her down on the couch, you considered tearing away her skirt to render her completely nude, but in the end you decided against it. It wasn't getting in the way of anything, and the contrast of deep black on bright red was somehow more appealing to the aesthetically minded portion of your mind than pure, nude red would have been.
Watching the legs spread on the couch, her black fuzzed coochie spreading with them, you savagely shoved the coffee table out of the way and lay down in front of her with your body parallel to the couch and your erect cock standing proudly beneath her large, lovely feet. For a few seconds, Flora's legs remained completely still, her muscles frozen as whatever brainless intelligence that powered her lower half thought the situation over. A single bead of nervous sweat had formed on your brow, niggling doubts that you'd offended the demon with your 'suggestion' filling the back of your mind. Just as you were about to say something to the legs, legs which had no ears to hear you or a mouth answering you, you saw its knees rise and widen and its toes stretch casually to the side. It was the closest approximation to a shrug that the legs could manage, and its meaning was identical. "Fuck it, I'm game."
With dexterity that even a professional contortionist would marvel at, Flora's feet twisted in opposite directions as they reached down and wrapped themselves around your shaft, her right foot pointing straight up with its plump toes resting on the head of your cock while her left foot turned straight down and curled her toes to take hold of a flap of your well shaved scrotum. A few seconds passed as the demon pressed her literally and metaphorically hot soles against your shaft, her toes gently curling against your most sensitive patches of flesh and testing your ability to restrain yourself. Flora hadn't even started and you were already struggling not to burst, but struggle you did and resist you did, and eventually the demoness rewarded your perseverance and carried on with the act.
Twisting her right foot forward and slotting your shaft into her arch, Flora began running her soft and warm sole up and down the length of your penis, her left foot pressing into the other side for a firm but not tight squeeze. You shuddered and let out a deep sigh of relief, instinctively grabbing one of the couch's legs for stability despite your complete stillness. Flora's feet were not only smooth, they seemed to have an inhuman control of their own friction. While the skin of her left foot had plenty of traction to keep your shaft in place while applying minimal pressure, her right slid up and down with almost no resistance against your flesh despite pressing into you twice as hard. You couldn't feel a single drop of sweat or oil on her skin, yet her right foot moved as though it were well lubricated, and her right held you like it was bone dry despite having no rough spots or cracks. They were perfect beyond anything a human could offer, and judging by the way Flora's knees rocked up and down, the closest approximation to a giggle that her lower half could manage, they seemed to enjoy your observations and the look of satisfaction on your face.
As the toes of Flora's left foot began kneading the flesh of your sack, and as her right foot picked up its pace, you could feel pressure mounting inside you. Your grip tightened on the couch leg, and your free hand shot to Flora's right ankle and gripped it tightly, trying to slow down the massage. Flora playfully ignored your body's pleas and went even faster, her foot travelling further up to tease the head of your cock with each pull and slap the base of your groin with each push. "Oh, God!" You say, feeling the end coming.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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