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She was warm and wet, tight around me as her body gave way to me, her well-spanked ass lifting as she offered herself.

Her face pressed into the sofa, her arms braced to push herself back and meet my thrusts, and the only sounds became the rhythmic slap of my hips into her thighs and the moans of pleasure she made no effort to muffle.

“Harder, harder!” she cried, pushing against me, her tail winding itself around my leg.

I was holding back, worried that my greater strength could actually hurt her, but at her plea, I gripped her hips with both hands and drove into her.

Her moans became gasps, high-pitched and regular, cute little affirmations of her enjoyment.

I gave her another smack on her ass just to keep her grounded, and her pussy clenched around me in response.

It seemed her succubus roleplay had worked for her even more than it had for me.

The arm of the sofa was soft and too giving, the angle not quite right to allow me to go as deep as I wanted, and in the spur of passion, I reached for her horns with both hands.

Her head came up fast as I tugged, her upper body lifted, her back arching, and with these convenient handles I was able to fuck her harder than before.

Her cries of pleasure grew louder until I wondered how Iyoni could possibly sleep through it.

I released one horn, her head twisting to the side as I continued to use the other to keep her where I wanted her, and with my free hand I reached around to caress her breasts.

She moaned her appreciation, her own hand pressing against mine, pulling me tighter against her.

“Use me,” she gasped. “Prove to me that I’m yours.”

“There’s no doubt,” I grunted, thrusting deep inside her, my hips slapping against her ass. “You’re mine forever, my little bonded succubus.”

She shook with pleasure at my words, clenching even harder around my cock, like the best sexy talk was possessive dominance.

And I was fine with that.

I pulled on her horn, angling her head until her ear was against my lips, then told her, “I own you.”

She came immediately, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm, her cries of pleasure almost soundless as she gasped for breath. I slid my hand down her body and between her legs, finding her clit and teasing it as I continued to hammer into her, adding to her pleasure.

Her delicious cunt contracted around my cock with a strength that would have been concerning were I not more than her equal in power. The sensation was enough to bring me close to my own release. My thrusts grew shorter and urgent, until with a cry, I unloaded inside her.

She cried out again as she felt it, one hand reaching back to my ass, her tail wrapping around my thigh, holding me to her as I continued to spurt inside her, filling her with my seed.

“Yes … yes, Master,” she sobbed, the words barely coherent in the intensity of her climax.

Her weight sagged and her thighs began to quiver against me, but I was easily strong enough to support her as her legs weakened.

I slipped an arm around her waist and released my grip on her horn, holding her to me as she let out a long, shuddering breath, her body slowly relaxing as she came down from her high.

She slumped back over the arm of the sofa, limp and replete, legs still trembling, and gave a cute little sigh of happiness. It wasn’t a comfortable position anymore, and I had to adjust quickly to avoid slipping from within her.

“Satisfied?” I asked wryly.

“Never,” she muttered sleepily.

That seemed a little harsh, but I took it to mean she was happy to do this again, sometime soon.

Our new position wasn’t so comfortable—for me, at least. She seemed fine. I drew back, eliciting another gasp, and she quickly reached between her legs, cupping her pussy with one hand. That was good thinking, but the leather of the sofa was already somewhat the worse for wear.

“I’ll get a towel,” I said, then paused as she slid two fingers inside herself before bringing them to her mouth.

It seemed that protecting the sofa wasn’t her interest at all.

I gave her bottom an affectionate pat and went for the bathroom, while behind me the sounds of licking and sucking melded with noises of delight.

I was only gone a minute, but by the time I returned, she’d shifted to lie full length on the sofa.

She smiled up at me, sucking endearingly on one of her fingers, and showing no interest in the towel I held.

There were going to be some stains on the leather, but if she didn’t care, I saw no reason why I should.

I pulled the rear cushions off, giving more room for us to lie down together.

The sofa didn’t lack in length, and without those, the seats were deep enough that we could snuggle comfortably.

She re-applied her glamour before pushing into my chest, and though I missed her tail, I was grateful not to have to risk a sharp horn in the eye.

She pulled my hand around her, pressed it to her breast, and rubbed her ass against my groin.

“Sleeping,” she murmured.

I disengaged long enough to pull the blanket over us. She made noises of protest as my hand disappeared, then noises of contentment as it slipped back into place.

I was grateful to hold her. The girl who’d started off as a disdainful, closed, self-entitled caricature had grown on me. Not just because of my own understanding of her parents and her upbringing, but because of how fiercely she fought by my side, supported me, and acted in both our interests.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear, but she gave no response. Her breathing had already steadied, slow and even.