章節 31: ncubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 26: Incubus Skill #11: Cum by Touch

A few days ago, while stuck at home. Django went on to test his powers on one of his tenets' daughters. A fine white girl with bunny ears named Lala. And let him tell you that girl was fine. White girl has long brown hair and brown eyes. Pair of brown rabbit ears, perfect petite body and ass. He figured it would take about ten minutes before he could force the girl to cum just by looking at her. Well, it took about five, but those were some damn good five minutes.

It started all like...

***

Django Kamadeva Whitmore was checking one of his tenets off the list. The half-demon doesn't know why he is doing this when he got

"-snff. Snf."

He stopped. And listened.

"Snf. Ah. Sniff…"

Crying. Someone was crying. Living next to a house with three sisters and a widow back in Philly meant being able to recognise that sound, especially when his childhood friend AnnaLynne was younger and was prone to bawling whenever some thug or nigga would start somethin'. It hadn't gotten that much different as they grew older, though the reasons changed. Nothing seemed to get rid of the tears from breakups to break-ins to fights.

And here he was, listening to one of them sobbing as always.

Following the crying. He found her around the corner and hunched by the cafeteria, knees drawn up to her chest and face buried in her legs. Her long brown hair didn't stand out, but the ears did, long and rabbit-like with one sticking up and the other down, cradled in one hand.

"Hey, white girl." He said, approaching the young lady. "You ok?"

"W – Who's there? C – Coco…?"

"Yo." Django greeted again. "Well, I heard ya… well… cryin' some mad tears", He noted the way her ear drooped. Not both at once, but just the one. He had no idea how it felt to have animal parts like that, but was it normal for them to move in different ways? "Is ear supposed to that white girl?"

"No!" the girl sobbed. "There's something wrong with it."

Shit. That explained the tears. The damage to her ear must have been unbearable. He came and knelt beside her, carefully holding his hands away when she flinched, expecting pain. He told himself it wasn't because she thought he would hurt her and a more intuitive thing.

"Is it broken? Does it even have bones?"

The girl sniffled, wiping at her eyes and nose. She nodded.

"I'm gonna fix it for you, ok? Don't worry." Django said, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

Sniffling, she shook her head and drew one hand away to let him see.

Django hissed. For lack of a better term, there was a thick knot in the ear. It wasn't twisted or folded into it, but a swelling looked as thick as one around the middle. The ear to it was bent down, kind of like she couldn't control anything past the node. Though it was covered in soft-looking fur, he could see red and swollen skin past it.

"Da fuck happen'…?" He demanded.

"Andy," she spat, crying and angry in equal measure. "He came out of nowhere. I tried to get away, but he grabbed my ear and then pulled me back." Her voice cracked as the tears came through. She gripped her ear tight and yelped.

"Andy... huh?" Django thinks to himself where he heard that name... Maybe one of his tenant's sons?

"Hey. Hey. Let go." He pried her fingers away. "Don't squeeze it."

"S – s – sorry," she wept.

"Shawty, it's not me you need apologies to. Can I… Just to let Imma goin' to do it, but I like to ask ya for permission first. 'Cause I'm a nice guy like that." When she nodded, he rested a hand under her ear, careful to let it rest on him and not to touch it himself. He brought his other to the base, against her hair, and felt around there. "Hot," he said. "Really hot."

She whimpered, shuddering as if she was cold.

"That's the heat coming through it." He told her. "It looks like it's pushing against your skin. Like it's trying to get out."

"It's sore."

"I can imagine." He touched a finger to the swelling. "Does this hurt?"

"No. Ah! Ow! Ow!"

"Okay, that does." He stopped touching above. The underside and the swelling itself wasn't bad, but the ear above apparently hurt more. "Did you go to the infirmary?"

"They gave me painkillers."

"Let me guess... Not workin', huh?"

Yes, the complex he owns has its own infirmary, and it took him a while to get the shiz to open since he is still new to the city. But now it is open for anyone who needs it, and two doctors and nurses staff it.

That and a lot of blackmailing. Mostly the doctor part.

"Not fast enough. The doctor said it'd take time to kick in… but it hurts…."

Yeah, no shit. This would be like havin' a swelling n' the shoulder that leaves your arm paralyzed. I should visit that bastard. Better have a hot mom...

Shit, I'm startin' to turn evil. Django looked at the bunny girl, who kept cryin' like a bitch.

"Aight… Listen, white girl; youse be in luck today. Cause I gon' make it better for ya."

"What?"

"Ya hear me? You're gonna feel better soon. Now listen 'cause I ain't got all day." He stood up and raised his hands. "Now, normally, I don't take requests, but this one is easy for me.

"I will me push my aura into you, and this type of aura is good for healin' stuff and makin' your pain go away. So, if ya want to stop cryin', here ya go." He put a hand on each of her shoulders and squeezed gently.

"Now, I'm thinkin' I'll try a little bit harder than usual, so if you scream or shout out, I'll have ta leave."

"N-no! I'll be a-okay!" the girl stammered. He could see her ears twitch nervously.

"Good. White girl!"

"Is it safe?" she asked.

"Hasn't caused any problems so far." Of course, Django was not going to tell the crying girl that she was going to be the first person he was going to use it on. "But if you're scared, just tell me."

"No!" Lala said quickly. "Do it."

"Are ya sure?"

"Yes!"

Fuck it. He was going to see how it went. "Let's start. " He cradled her ear between his hands softly. "There's gon' to be a bit of a glow – and I'm told it can feel incredible. Not painful, but distinguishable. Try not to pull away, or you might hurt your ear. " Just in case, he made sure to angle his hands so that she could pull it away without hurting herself. "Are ya ready?"

"Yes!" Lala said.

"Good." Django closed his eyes and focused on the ear, feeling it grow warm underneath his touch. He could sense the heat rolling from her into him, as well as a slight tingle that reminded him of static electricity. He could tell from the way she was sat that she expected it to hurt. Her shoulders were tense, and she was holding her breath. Hopefully, it wouldn't. Django let out a breath and activated his incubus magic [Arousal Healing: Love Touch], observing as his hands glowed pink.

Lala gasped and squirmed, eyes widening when he noticed.

"What me to stop, White girl?"

"N – No." Her breath came out in a rush, tumbling past her lips. "It's… It's not bad. It feels… hot…"

Django chuckled. "Well then, I guess I'm just about done."

"Y-you're making it better!"

"That so?" Django grinned. Shouldn't this also mean she would feel less pain or more pleasure? "I'm almost done. Just gotta keep it up for a few more minutes. Are you ready for more?"

"Yes!"

"Good." He pressed his palms flat against the top of her head.

Different. At least the spell is healing her. She was no longer pulling away from him and had started to relax, so that was a good sign. But when will the horiness will appear?

Instead of being horny, she seemed to be turning to jelly on him. Lala's eyes closed, and she leaned back into the wall. Her lips parted, and a soft sound came forth, something for once not tinged with pain. Smirking, Django pushed more of his demon mana into her, convinced that even if he wasn't fixing the problem, he was helping. His incubus spell was making her feel better.

"It's good," she whispered, cheeks tinted pink. "It feels so nice…."

"Your ear?" He asked, already feelin' this spell so worth the time. He really needs to get his moms a boyfriend or girlfriend cause she needs to get laid. He can only take so much before he caves and turns her into a bitchy cunt.

"Mmmhmm."

"How does it feel?"

"Wonderful, wonderful. It feels amazing!"

He kept pushing mana into her, listening to her breathing quicken. There was something erotic about it all. Something in her tone that made it seem like she wanted more. Was it possible that she was getting excited? Could he turn her into a perverted bitch? Why would he want to, though? Don't think about it, he told himself. You're supposed to be helping her. Keep it in your pants.

Lala leaned into him. "Hmmm. That's nice…."

Damn, the white girl is soudin' that husky?

"Well, it should be done," He responded said, voice a little amused. He brought his top hand off her ear and looked down at it, proudly smiling, when he saw that the kink in her ear had greatly shrunk. "Well, I'm the greatest! How does it feel, White girl?"

Lala just opened her eyes with a little "oh, " sounding for all the world like she'd woken from a pleasant dream and wasn't quite ready to accept that. "Oh," she said again, looking up at him with big brown eyes and red cheeks. "Um. What was that?"

"The ear White girl?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Better. It doesn't hurt anymore. And It feels better too. Of course, it's still a little sore, but it's much better now." She turned to face him, eyes wide.

"Good," he said. "I'm glad it helped."

The long ear moved on its own, rising to stand tall atop her head, joining the first. It flicked in his direction; the tip bending down, then went straight again. Though it was still a little swollen near the base, it was a far cry from how she hadn't been able to move it without nearly crying before.

"I never felt so much better! She said, amazed and excited."It – It doesn't hurt anymore. You healed me!"

Django smiled broadly, pleased and humbled. He leaned forward and pulled her close. He kissed her softly, and she melted against him. As he broke the kiss to look into her eyes, they were shining brightly. Pride and something greater than even that rose up inside him. He, with the use of his powers, had healed someone. This was huge. It was incredible. Sure, it also turns them on but details.

Looking down at her, he was suddenly struck by how cute she was, sat against the wall, face red but no longer teary, long ears poking up so close to his face her soft fur occasionally brushed against his nose. It smelled of floral shampoo. Her dark brown eyes were locked on his, something more than just gratitude present in their depths.

"Will you be okay from here?" he asked, breaking the kiss, pushing himself up. "laters."

Her hand caught his wrist. "Wait!"

He stopped halfway to standing, hunched over, and Lala held onto him. Her ears were fully erect and unnaturally stiff, her face red and eyes not quite meeting his, fixed somewhere below on his neck. With every breath she took, her chest rose and fell. Her breath came out misty in the cool air.

"What's wrong, Lala?"

She blinked rapidly, opening her mouth several times before finally forcing words out. "I… I want to thank you." She looked down when he smiled at her. "What I mean is... No. I… well…" Lala kept looking down, refusing to meet his eyes as heat crept up her neck to her cheeks. "My ears weren't the only thing I hurt."

***

The girl before him swallowed nervously.

"M – My legs…."

Django raised an eyebrow. "What 'bout em?"

Did that jackass also hurt her legs? She mentioned fallin' he thinks... Too busy staring at her breasts to pay attention to her legs. He couldn't see any blood or other visible signs. The bunny girl had a pair of black stockings on that covered everything. "I'd have to touch them to heal you," He warned. "They look real nice."

She nodded but didn't offer him one leg in particular.

He took her right foot, holding it with one hand below her heel and the other on her shoe. Then, keeping it there for a second, he looked up for permission... Yeah, right, like he was going to ask for permission. Either way, Lala was red and wouldn't meet his eyes, doubtless embarrassed about him touching her in the first place. "Well, I don' see any wrong White girl?"

"Higher," she whispered.

Django's fingers trailed up over her ankle, his smirk growing wider as he continued moving up, brushing the inside of her knee. He moved his hand higher, his palm coming to rest against the inside of her thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin under his hand. The toned legs through thin and smooth stockings. He could feel warm skin through the thin material. Warm, soft skin. He could feel goosebumps rise along her thighs as his hand came closer to her groin. He continued to stroke her leg gently.

"Faster," she breathed. "Don't be gentle."

It was okay if it was to help her, wasn't it? Doctors always saw people undressed when they did work. So it – It wasn't anything terrible. The fact he wasn't a doctor didn't matter. Smiling one last time, he dipped his fingers just an inch beneath her plaid school skirt. His fingers rubbed over something a little hard and then dipped down—the hem of her stockings, which reached up to her thigh and stopped there.

God, he always loved the plaid schoolgirl skirts. He knew that she wasn't wearing panties underneath. He'd seen them before, and they were damn fine. They were black, like her stockings, but with lace edging around the edges.

Girl really needs to stop bending over with such a short skirt.

Her bare skin was burning hot, soft, and tingling under his fingertips. He was touching her legs right under her skirt, and that thought froze him solid. It's so good. Her skin is so soft. Swallowing again, he brought his eyes up to hers, hoping she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Keep going," she whispered, damning him.

"Ya sure"

"Y – Yes." Her face was red, as embarrassed as any other girl he felt up before no doubt. Finding the urge to roam further wasn't hard. Every part of his body wanted to do it.

Let's just cave into the temptation already.

His hands massaged her thigh, sliding up and dragging his palms over her skin. He had both hands around, pushing her skirt up with his wrists. The flash of pink as her black stockings gave way made him pause. Her skin was flushed but still looked creamy. His lips were dry, and he licked them without thinking.

His hands parted as he slid up more, her thicker thighs forcing them apart. As a half beastgirl, her toned muscles shone through, but she was still so feminine. So soft. As he reached up further, he had to kneel closer. His nose picked up the faint scent of her shampoo. One of her ears brushed against his face, over his lips and against his nose. The fur was soft. As soft as satin and so unlike an animal. He felt it against his lips, a taste not all too unpleasant. It was sweet and floral, and he wondered what it tasted like.

So distracted was he that he didn't realize how far he'd gone until his knuckle bumped softly into something. Into thin cotton and a small mound that felt hot against his skin. Hot and, he noted, slightly damp.

His eyes slid to Lala's, purple meeting brown. Hers were lidded.

Her full lips pursed, slowly moulding the word, "Higher."

Django placed one finger on her clit.

Lala gasped and squirmed. "Yes. Please... Yes."

She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, biting her lip and nodding weakly. She was clearly trying to keep herself from moaning.

That didn't stop him. He pushed his finger up between her folds, pressing against the sensitive nub. It twitched against it. With his free hand, he lifted her skirt up over her hips, feeling the soft curve of her ass.

"Girl, you clit keeps on gettin' wet." He said, gently rubbing his fingers up and down. The dampness grew, his middle and forefinger easily finding the source and pushing his fingers into her slit. "Is this where it hurts?"

"No," she replied softly, opening her eyes.

He glanced down, surprised, but he let his finger slide deeper as he continued to rub her clit. He heard a grunt from Lala when he touched her there, but he wasn't done yet. He was getting close to something too. Something even better. She was close to something better too. Her breathing was erratic, each inhale shuddering through her body. "I gotta press harder."

"Hmmm," Lala squeaked, tensing her legs and pushing her feet down. "T – That's it."

Django smiled broadly. "You feel good. Keep goin'."

"Hnnnnggghh... Oh fuck... Yes..."

She shivered as he pressed his fingers in a little bit more.

"It does feel sore," he said, aware he was lying through his teeth – but he is damn well sure she was as well. He pushed his fingers into her, watching as she pushed her head back and hissed through her teeth. "I need to treat this." he lied. "I think I'll have to pay special attention to it."

"Y – Yes." Lala had her eyes closed. "D – Do that. Please."

He hunched his shoulders so he could fully cup her pussy, his hand reaching down over her chest and between her breasts, wrist pulling her skirt all the way up. Her knickers were white, innocent and pure, but the damp spot where his fingers touched and pushed it in, spreading her lips, was mesmerizing. "How does it feel?"

"Good," she murmured, legs twitching but making no effort to close them. "K – Keep going. I – I can feel it getting better. H – Healing," she said quickly, "Can feel it healing."

"Maybe it'd go faster if I used my touch again."

His hand began to glow pink, his fingers too. Lala bucked suddenly, eyes snapping open and mouth doing the same. The ragged moan that tore free excited him, but what happened next just made the Incubus happy. The sudden wetness that pushed against his fingers, Lala's entire body shaking and legs kicking. Her pussy pushed back into his hand, hips grinding against it as she bit down on a scream and let out a keening sound.

Did she just cum? Just like that?

He watched, watching her body jerk and shake as her orgasm rocked her. He felt nothing, except his own excitement spike up. Arousal pulsed through his veins, and his cock twitched. Django brought his hand away, still glowing, and looked at the wetness that dotted his fingers.

"Hah. Hah." Lala lay slumped against the low wall, red-faced and shaking. Her eyes were on him, and he saw a mixture of embarrassment and anger in them. Anger at herself for having had an orgasm so suddenly. He smiled and took off his shirt, laying it beside her before slipping his trousers down.

"Twitchin' like a bug... that's no good. I should fix that problem."

The problem that didn't exist. He didn't need to be a doctor to know she'd been faking the last one, not that he was going to complain. He knew his touch was good enough to make anyone come with ease. He could tell by her reaction. He was glad he could give her something like that, especially since he didn't had any sex since the hospital two days ago.

Having sex with nurses is frowned upon... But, at least grandma was proud of him.

"It... Still hurts." She lied again.

"I see?" He tried his best to sound like he believed it. "In that case, Ima have to take a closer look. Get to the root of the problem."

"Do it here now."

Enough of the fucking foreplay. Enough of the teasing. It's time to get to business.

He laid one arm over her stomach and leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Time for the treatment," he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her face relaxing as he kissed her, his lips lingering on her neck, down to her chin. His hand slid up her side, his fingers brushing along the waistband of her knickers.

"Please don't make me wait." Her voice was hoarse.

"I'm tryin'," he whispered. He slipped his fingers beneath the elastic and pulled down her knickers. "They're wet."

Unable to help himself, he brushed his lips against the inside of her thigh. Lala gasped but did not attempt to pull away. Instead, her thighs pushed in harder. Confident, he kissed her again, properly. The salty taste of her sweat and the wonderful smell of her skin. Closing his eyes, he trailed kisses over her thighs, alternating from one to the other as the white bunny girl writhed and moaned. Soon, her legs were wet, and not just from his saliva. He could feel the heat pulsing from her core, the scent of arousal filling his nostrils.

Lala lifted her rear off the floor without a word and let him hook his hands into the straps. She kept her hips up as he drew them down, then brought her legs together above his head so he could slide them off. She brought a foot back to catch them on her heel and push them the rest of the way, kicking her skirt off and spreading her legs again.

God, she was beautiful. A small dusting of hair, perfectly proportioned lips and puffy pink skin sparkled with arousal. Her clit was a hard and erect nub. Her thighs twitched, her ass quivering with each breath. Her eyes were closed tight, but they opened as she felt his tongue on her clit. He lapped at it, sucking and licking it. Then he took his fingers and rolled it between his teeth, hearing her gasp.

"H – How does it look?" she asked nervously.

"Like someone who wants me to fuck her." He laughed lightly at the thought and continued to lick her, his tongue swirling around her clit. "Should I use my touch?"

"Yes.

Wet. Sexy. Delicious. "I think I see the problem. You've hurt your pussy." He placed a thumb on either side and peeled her outer lips apart, exposing the soft pink within and her tight hole. It called to him. "Very sore," he said, watching it expand hungrily.

Lala gasped and spread her legs wider. He leaned in, placing his shoulders between her thighs and licking up from just above her asshole to the tip of her pussy. The taste was like nothing he'd ever had before. Wet and bitter, but not in a bad way. The texture was soft and moist. He swallowed and ran his tongue along with her. Her juices dripped down onto his chin, down his throat. Some fell on his cheeks. He smiled, closing his eyes and concentrating. He pulled his tongue back and slapped it against his cheek.

"I wanna try somethin' out. It might work..." He thought.

It was worth a shot. Bringing his fingers forward, he not so gently probed at her entrance and slid them inside. Lala was tight, very tight, but he managed to get his fore and middle finger in, his tongue still licking at her clit. Her muscles were tense for a few moments, but they relaxed once she was used to the intrusion.

"Ahh... Ahh... M – My god," she murmured, "Oh God."

He sucked her clit into his mouth and gave it a firm suck. Lala let out a sharp cry, thrusting her hips up. Then, unseen to her, the fingers inside her pussy began to glow a soft pink.

"Ahhh~" She groaned, "It feels so good." The reaction was immediate. La went stiff and then relaxed, sinking onto his fingers as she came a second time, mewling his name out in a way that had all the blood rushing south. She slid down the wall until she was flat on the floor, panting heavily. Her legs trembled and shook, knees locking as she ground her hips against them. "A-Ahh... Fuck."

"Is that better?" He asked, still sucking her clit.

"Much..." she breathed.

"Good. Cause Ima fuck you now."

He curled his fingers deeper, stretching her pussy wider, and he reached up with his free hand and grabbed her bottom, pulling her down so he could bury his cock into her.

"Oooh... Yesss..." She groaned. Her whole body jerked and trembled as he slid in. Her inner walls clenched around him tightly. His powers continued to push mana into her, making her moan and buck her hips into him. Her pussy was slamming into his crotch, the wet heat brushing over the sensitive flesh of his cock. He grunted, holding himself deep inside her.

"Fuck... Shit... Fuck..."

Barely able to speak, she dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to push herself back towards him. Then, pulling her lips from his, she pressed her cheek into his and whispered, "More."

He held her tighter, pushing deeper and forcing his cock all the way in. Finally, he heard his balls hit her ass. "Ahh... Fuck!" He cried out. Her pussy was squeezing him like a vice, her tightness so tight he couldn't move, feeling her squeeze his dick with every thrust. His eyes snapped open, and he stared at the ceiling. His entire body tensed up. He felt his orgasm building, his pleasure climbing higher.

She was too tight, and he pounded into her, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. Then, leaning down, he kissed and nipped at her beck, licking his way down to her shoulder and then her chest. Her tits weren't as big as Reiko or anyone in his harem, but they were beautiful all the same. Perfectly proportioned with pink nipples stood on end. He cupped one and brought it to his lips, sealing over and sucking hard to draw the pink nub up into his mouth. He hummed as he sucked, tasting her sweet nectar.

"Fuuuck! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

He listened, eager to please, rocking his hips faster and harder. She didn't seem to mind. Her hands locked in his hair, one gripping on tight as the other cupped his cheek, ran down his neck, dragged nails across his shoulder and roamed wherever it could. His back, his chest, his ass. Lala's free hand was a wild explorer but never let go of him. She seemed determined to keep him close, even if only for a brief moment.

"Ahh~" She moaned, voice straining. "Oh, God... You're fucking me so good."

Lala's shirt and bra were gone, exposing her nubile body to the world. On the floor of the cafeteria, she writhed, impaled on him and with her stocking-clad legs wrapped behind him. The half-demon knew how much she loved what he was doing to her. Her expression was intense; her cheeks flushed dark red. He knew she would cum again, perhaps even twice more.

Every 10 seconds!

"Fuck." He hissed. "God damn, White girl. You're hot; ya know that?"

Sex was okay, but compliments were apparently too much. Desmend had no idea how that worked, but she looked away, face redder than it had been before. Her ears bounced above her, one straight and the other bent down. He reached out and touched the one he'd healed earlier, making her gasp. Was she afraid he'd hurt her? He washed those concerns away with a push of aura and a glow of pink. "How does that feel?"

"Good," she replied quietly.

"What about this?" He stroked her nipple again. This time, he massaged it, rolling it between his fingers, pulling it upwards and pushing it against the roof of her mouth.

"Ahhhh!" Lala's legs clamped down. Her back arched, and she leaned into him, mouth open and trails of spit connecting her lips. Her hands balled above her head, then snapped down to grip onto his legs. The muscles in her stomach tensed, and she brought herself up, crashing her chest into his and their faces together again. "Hmmm. Mmm."

His hands slipped to her ass, gripping on to support her. The soft, spongy flesh filled his palms, and he groaned out, dragging her into him, finding a fresh euphoria in bouncing her in his lap, letting gravity slam her pussy down harder and faster than she ever could. He could feel his peak approaching and be determined not to be the first to finish. Not to disappoint. Luckily, he had an edge there. His hands glowed pink again, gripping onto her ass as he pumped into her harder and harder.

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" Lala's squeals were swallowed whole, howled into his mouth as she clung on tight, digging nails into his back. Her hips ground into his harder and harder, the girl adding her own force to his. Her toes curled, her hands tightened on him, sending sparks through him. Every cell in his body was firing, each sensation heightened by the power surging from his fingertips.

He tried to keep thrusting, but it was impossible. Lala's passage gripped on so tight he was afraid he might rip something if he tried. Her hips swung into him one last time, her stomach convulsing as she wept into his shoulder, gasping and moaning and howling. Even after the initial orgasm, her body continued to shake and shiver, trapped in the throes of lust.

It was then that he noticed his hands were still glowing. Cutting the flow of the incubus power, he let her crash down, sweaty body flush against his. Her muscles relaxed, and he started to thrust again, all too close to his own climax after that display.

"I'm gon' to cum," Django whispered.

"N – No."

The half incubus groaned. "Say wha?"

"Not inside," she whispered. "N – No protection."

Like he cares about that shit. "Okay."

He felt his orgasm climb higher, reaching its peak. He was so close; his balls ached with need. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down and giving her everything he had. His hips slammed into her again and again. Each time, he buried as much of his cock as possible within her, burying himself against her cervix. The tingling heat of his orgasm coursed up his cock, spreading out throughout his body and finally bursting outward. He let loose, spurting his seed deep inside of her.

Lala's eyes widened, rolling to the back of her head, jaw-dropping slightly. Django cums along with her, his seed pulsing into her womb, filling her pussy up to the brim and creampie-ing her quite effectively. He's going to make sure to breed her nice and good, too.

"Uh... Ohh... But protection..." She moaned, eyes closing. Strange tattoos appear on her belly and thighs, and the ace card symbol with the word 'BBC' on it. Meaning he just claimed Lala.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak out of her, pooling on the floor beneath her. He wasn't done yet, though.

"Don't matter." He said, grabbing her ass firmly and pumping into her again. A second later, she moaned, and her eyes fluttered open. "I don't wear protection. Now get ready for round 2."

"Wow…"

***

Took the words right out of my mouth, Vella thought, watching from the shadows and doing her level best not to make a sound. What had initially been a curious decision to follow Fiona's delinquent son to find out what he was up to turned into a full-blown obsession. It became apparent pretty quickly that the boy was following in his father's footsteps. He was intelligent, charming and had a certain amount of charisma.

One thing was for sure; the books didn't do it justice. Nor did Adam.

Is Django that good, or is her daughter really that easy?

Those sounds hadn't been faked; she was an expert on that. Life with Adam had been wonderful at first, but she felt like she was losing herself after a few months. Like he was taking control of her life, and having sex with him was the only form of intimacy she was capable of anymore. Her self-esteem plummeted to near nothing. Adam can barely make her cum anymore.

Just how many girls did that boy bed to get that good in sex? Must be a lot if he knew how to handle her daughter back there. Damn. She shook her head and looked away, biting her lower lip. She almost came just listening to them…

"Aaah!"

It took her a second to realize what was happening. They were already starting again, which meant they were far enough down the hall where she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping.

The sex had been hot enough on its own, but the roleplay added a raunchy angle she couldn't believe Django had in him. Playing the healer to Lala's boo-boo. She was sure he just took women whenever he wanted.

"He could look after mine any day and take me whatever he wants!"

"Shut up, brain," she whispered.

Hey. He came after a beastgirl in need, healed her and gave her the best sex of her life. All I'm saying is that it's been a while since we got any, and longer since we enjoyed it.

Insanity of arguing with herself aside, Lala hummed her agreement, watching Django plunge into his patient, watching his hips slap against hers, watching how he dropped his head towards her chest, kissing and sucking at her breast. The sight made her tremble in anticipation. Is she going to cum again? Will he cum in her again?

Django is the definition of a `bad boy` who was packing something in those pants.

What is a mother supposed to do?

"Steal your daughter's new boy and make sure he won't touch any more girls but us!"

That thought filtered through her mind. It wasn't as unpleasant of one as she would have thought.

Better entertainment than her books at any rate. Vella brought her fingers up before her and looked at the beads of moisture upon them. Her body felt satisfied in a way it hadn't been before. Then, embarrassed, she wiped them off on her shorts.

Maybe it'd be worth following Django again tomorrow and seeing what he got up to.