Ch 16 - Beauty’s Gift

The women climbed into the steaming water together. There was an uncertainty in Karen’s eyes as she looked at the Succubus.

Beauty smiled and moved closer, gently brushing strands of black hair out of the woman’s face, trailing the back of her lavender hand down the curve of cheek and neck, and tracing her thumb over Karen’s lower lip. Closer still.

Beauty leaned forward. Their lips brushed together in a slow, gentle kiss. The demon pulled back just enough to look into Karen’s eyes.

Logan watched in absolute fascination as these two lovely women seemed to communicate without a word spoken between them. There was no hope of his understanding. What passed between them was far too subtle, far too female, for him to follow, but that was just fine. Logan did not need to know.

All he needed to understand was that this was a gift most precious. All that was required of him was to appreciate what Beauty had made happen with the deepest gratitude and affection. It was, he decided at that moment, the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

It would remain a cherished memory in the dark days yet to come.

He watched breasts gently collide as lips met in a gentle exploration of welcome and desire. Graceful arms reached for and around to the steam slicked inward curve of the lower back and the outward, succulent swell of the female backside. Tongues dueled in slow, but increasingly eager circles. Soft, female moans of desire floated in the steam.

Beauty slid around behind the other woman, trailing kisses up her shoulder. Lavender hands slid up and down pale, wet breasts and belly. “Karen need clean too.” Beauty grinned playfully at Logan.

Karen gasped and arched as finger brushed over her nipples. The demon licked at the shell of her ear, nestled her face into the crook of Karen’s neck, and looked at Logan. Black hair and white hair lay together in gorgeous contrast. Dark eyes and golden eyes stared at him with identical expressions of hunger and invitation. Karen bit her lower lip. Beauty smiled a wicked smile.

“Logan going to help?” the Succubus asked.

“Oh, hell yes,” he breathed and moved toward them both.

A moment later, Karen was trapped between them, gently sandwiched between hot, demon softness and hard, male muscle. Logan spread her legs and pressed up against her with full-body contact. He found her mouth with his own and fed it slow, hungry kisses.

Beauty held Karen cradled between her lavender legs, trailing kisses around her neck and shoulders and lightly playing with her small breasts. Karen cried out into Logan’s mouth at so much electric contact all at once.

He leaned forward to cradle Beauty’s cheek in one hand and kiss and nibble at her full lips, just the way he knew she liked. He tasted her on his tongue, knew what she was doing to him, to them both, and no longer cared. The demon’s mouth was soft, eager, and warm.

When he pulled back, Beauty turned Karen’s face toward her and claimed her mouth and tongue again. Logan let his attention wander lower across the helpless woman’s writhing body. His mouth explored her breasts and tasted her skin. At the same time, his hand drifted below the waterline, down the inside of her thigh, slowly tickling his way closer ... and closer...

“Touch me, Logan,” Karen moaned. “Please, oh please.”

He touched her folds and gently dragged his fingertips over her soft, swollen flesh. Up and down, softly exploring her shape and randomly brushing at her clitoris. All across the outside surface but not within. He knew water was a poor lubricant, and he wanted her slick and ready for him when he took her. Until that sweet moment of conquest, there were other pleasures.

Logan reached down and cupped the sweet curve of her ass cheeks in each hand and then lifted. Karen gasped in surprise as he raised her lower half out of the water and level with his face. He held Karen there as he leaned forward to part her folds with his tongue and tasted the nectar of her sex.

Karen was lithe of build and light as a bird, and Beauty was stronger than she looked. Between Logan and his demon lover, they held the woman suspended in the steaming air as he buried his face between her legs. Karen’s head fell back against Beauty’s shoulder. She writhed n his hands and softly wailed at his touch.

Logan had, up until that moment, forgotten the taste of a human woman’s sex. Dragging the tip of his tongue between Karen’s folds brought it all back in a wonderful rush of memory. After being with his demon lover for so long, it was an exciting contrast. The Succubus was hot and somewhat spicy whereas Karen was warm with a lovely, musky taste and scent.

He explored with gentle kisses on her lower lips and inner thighs. Tongued her folds with long, slow licks. Circled her pleasure button and licked over it with soft, teasing strokes.

Tremors shuddered through Karen’s pale flesh. Logan looked up over her mons to see Beauty’s hands sliding over wet, pale breasts and pinching at pert, brown nipples. The combined assault of man and demon proved too much. Karen’s mouth fell open in a choking scream as her pleasure exploded in a long, wordless cry of release.

Logan eased her down. She groaned as the hot water kissed against the sensitive post-orgasm flesh of her sex. He and Beauty kissed and caressed her until the last pulsing wave of pleasure had passed.

Beauty gave him a playful push away.

He chuckled. “What?”

“Sit on edge,” she ordered.

Logan smiled and complied. Water streamed down his burnished complexion and rolling muscles as he lifted himself. His shaft popped out of the water to point at the two females, thick and dark with engorged blood and lust.

From where they knelt in the pool, both women were eye level with his erection. Karen stared at it unblinking. Beauty looked past her shoulder at Logan again before leaning over to murmur into the other woman’s ear. “Karen want to touch?”

The woman slowly nodded without taking her eyes off it.

“Want to taste, yes?”

Another nod. Karen bit at her lower lip. The Succubus gave her a gentle push forward.

She slid up between his legs. The head of his shaft gently bobbed at eye level. Karen reached up to trail fingertips over the bell shape of the head and down across the thick, veiny length. Dark, Asian eyes looked up at him as the ends of her long, ink-black hair floated in the water around her waist. Humor touched the corners of her mouth.

“That’s a nice dick, mister.”

He grinned. “Thank you. I’m so glad you think so.”

Karen wrapped one slim hand around the pulsing shaft of meat. She opened her mouth wide and dragged the flat of her tongue up from base to tip. Logan hissed in pleasure.

She rose over the head and closed her lips around it. Karen began to suck on the broad tip as best she could. Logan groaned encouragement as she managed to take more of him past her lips.

“Holy shit, that feels amazing, Karen. Don’t stop.”

Beauty slid up beside her, also between Logan’s legs. Her hand curled in Karen’s hair and pulled her hungry mouth off his length. “Taste good?”

Karen tried to nod in the demon’s grip. “So good,” she groaned.

“Taste more.” The demon smiled a wicked smile and guided the woman’s head back down.

“Fuck,” Logan growled at the sight of the luscious Succubus slowly driving Karen’s mouth down his shaft. Inch by inch the woman swallowed him, humming and grunting at the length pushing into her throat. Karen almost made it to the bottom before she began to struggle.

Beauty let her go. Karen pulled away gasping for breath and trailing saliva from her lips to Logan’s shaft. The demon gently pushed the other woman aside with her hip. “Not bad,” she said and settled between his legs in Karen’s place.

The Succubus looked up at him and smiled. Logan knew that look of challenge in her golden eyes. Karen was about to get a lesson from the expert. Sweet anticipation stole his breath as he grabbed onto the edge of the pool and held on tight.

Beauty started slow, stroking his balls, and tickling his heated flesh. The tip of her tongue traced up the veins and around beneath the head. It was all for show. She knew what he wanted, knew what she was going to do for him and to him.

Just not yet. In their time together, Beauty had learned the value of anticipation. Like everything else, she had mastered its potential in no time.

She tickled the inside of his thighs with soft kisses. Pillowed her soft mouth around the tip. Kissed down the shaft. Blew warm breath across his wet, aching flesh.

Logan grunted and growled, squirmed, and clutched at the edge of the hot springs with restless fingers. He moaned. He ground his teeth. And he laughed because, for all her merciless torturing, this was the Beauty he remembered and desired. Logan had her back and, sooner or later, when she was damned good and ready, she was going to suck his prick better than anyone else ever had in his entire adult life.

As if reading his thoughts, the demon fell on his shaft, swallowing him to the base in one fell swoop. Logan almost choked at the sudden, silken pressure of her throat clamping down on his full length. For a long, blissful, moment she just looked into his eyes, held him there, and milked his girth with her throat muscles.

Karen just watched it all in mute, wide-eyed fascination. Then the demon got serious.

Beauty began to work him with relentless expertise, from root to tip. She pleasured him slow and gentle, then suddenly fast and sloppy, and back again. Never giving him too long to adjust before hitting him new pleasures. Hands, mouth, and throat worked in perfect union, a sexual symphony of mind-bending, toe-curling pleasure.

Logan felt the pressure begin to build. His pulse began to race. His breath grew ragged. Close, so close...

Beauty stopped just shy of that point of no return. Logan did not know whether to be relieved or howl like a dog. The Succubus licked the pre-cum from her lush, black lips, and swallowed.