Something to Remember #2
A familiar weight joined them in bed. Sabre stuck their head out of the blankets. “Why are you in my bed?”
“Don’t like the thunder,” Idris said casually, still shirtless, holding Sabre’s bedroom TV remote. “Figured you didn’t either.”
Sabre rolled over so their back was to him as he turned on another video, this one a Let’s Play on HumanTube for a random game. He nestled up in the blankets, lying flat on his back. He snaked his arm under their head.
Sabre felt the lust coil in their solar plexus and sink into their core. Feral instinct threatened to override all logic. All they needed was the go-ahead.
“Sabre,” Idris whispered the name like a quiet prayer. “You’re shaking, baby.”
“My body wants you so bad,” Sabre replied, sighing and trying to steel their resolve. “But my mind keeps telling me how bad of an idea this is.” Their tail thrashed impatiently.
“I’m here for you, my good kitty, in any way you need me. Do you need this release, my good kitty?” Idris reached up and cupped their face, his calloused hand like sandpaper to their cheek.
“Please.” Sabre breathed the word out in a sigh.
In a flash, Idris positioned himself on top of Sabre, looking down at his lover with such hunger in his eyes.
He reached a hand down and tugged at the sweatpants, chuckling at the cute design of a mimic and chocolate hearts.
Sabre’s lace black panties played a lovely contrast against their lilac skin.
They tossed their arms against the headboard, submissively self-restraining their hands to the pillows.
“Good kitty, opening up for me.” He slipped a hand up their hoodie, cupping one of their massive breasts and rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, Goddess, Idris,” Sabre keened, their legs coming up to wrap around his torso.
“What are you?” He purred softly in their ear.
“A good kitty.”
“What are the two things you need?”
A silent moment passed between the two as they met eyes in the dim room. “I need you and your cock.” Sabre’s declaration broke the silence.
“Let me give you something to remember.” He dipped his head down to take off their panties with his teeth.
Sabre’s breath hitched. “Y-you don’t have to do that, my love.” They started to move to pull away, but his hand found their lower stomach, right over their womb. They sighed and leaned back, resting fully against the bed.
Idris slid his hands under Sabre’s thick, voluptuous thighs and around to rest flat against Sabre’s cunt. Using his thumbs, he carefully spread her lips, taking a long lick of the sweet flesh there. Their gasp of pleasure made him huff out a laugh.
“Idris,” Sabre keened again, almost closing their thighs on his head.
He held them open as he dined on the sweet dessert of their pussy, lapping at the inner folds and circling their clit in a pattern.
The filth coming from Sabre’s mouth would make a nun faint.
Idris moaned against Sabre’s pretty pussy, running his tongue along the sensitive opening.
His muscles rippled as he wedged his hand over the apex of their thighs to hold them open, allowing access with his other hand.
He dipped his index finger into Sabre’s tight pussy, curling his finger to stroke the spot that drove them wild.
Sabre’s hips struggled to buck into the feeling, still sounding like a phone sex operator with their words.
Idris’s cock throbbed between his legs. How he’d love to shut Sabre up by shoving his cock down their throat.
But there would be plenty of time for that.
“If you do that… ah, I’m gonna–” Sabre whispered, their voice weak.
Idris moved to loom over them underneath him. “Ah, ah, ah.” He teased, taking a finger along their chin. “Not yet, kitten.”
He felt Sabre’s tail lash in frustration at their orgasm being put on pause.
He chuckled a response before the succubus beneath him shifted their weight and suddenly flipped him onto his back.
He grunted in surprise and looked up into Sabre’s hungry yellow eyes, pupils blown wide like a jungle cat stalking prey.
“I know the drill.” They mused softly, starting to descend to Idris’s straining cock, planting kisses along the way.
“Oh, my God,” Idris gasped as Sabre’s lips met the tip of his cock, wrapping around and suctioning on in a slow drag down to the base. He felt their throat spasm as it definitely made them gag. “Don’t hurt y-yourself.”
Sabre’s mouth left his cock, and their eyes met his as they stroked him with their hand. “Just relax and enjoy the feeling.”
Sabre went back to giving Idris probably the best blowjob of his life.
They swallowed his cock back down to the hilt, went back to the top, circled the head with their tongue, and back down again.
The repeated pattern continued, and Idris threw his head back against their headboard, gasping and letting out sweet little moans.
Sabre took this as a good sign and stroked his cock for a moment, eyeing him up and down as he gasped and whimpered.
Once he’d had enough of the foreplay, Sabre took his cock’s head in their mouth once more, not diving back down, but instead tracing runes on the tip with their tongue.
Hollowing out their cheeks and continuing to stimulate the rest of his cock with their hand, Sabre heard their name leave Idris’s lips like he was begging.
A smirk twitched across their face, but Sabre continued in deep concentration.
“Sabre, I’m so fucking close, Gods, Sabre-” Idris choked out, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Pull off.”
Sabre gave another satisfying suck, and Idris yelled their name as his cum splashed into their mouth. Shoving his cock to the back of their throat, Sabre swallowed the thick ropes of cum, the first time doing so for him.
Idris sat up, panting. He brushed a stray lock of their hair from their eyes. “That was… holy shit, Sabre. When did… Gods, what made you learn how to do that?”
A pang of sadness shot through Sabre's chest. “It’s just… I couldn’t let you have all my secrets.” Sabre smiled, the corners of their lips not meeting their eyes. “Some things need to be surprises.” Sabre sat up and wiped their mouth with the back of their hand. “Need me to grab you water?”
Idris nodded, and Sabre grabbed it for him.
Instead of just handing the cup off, Sabre straddled Idris’ lap in bed, gripping his jaw and tilting the water cup so he could drink.
Despite being the submissive one, this act was quite dominant, and Sabre knew it.
But it gave them some control. In between sips, they made sure to grind their weeping, wet cunt against Idris’s slowly hardening cock.
“Was that good?” Sabre asked, setting the cup aside.
His hands found their natural, familiar place around their waist, cupping the soft flesh there. “It was literally the best.”
“Good.” They kissed his cheek.
“Don’t think you’re getting off without getting off.” Idris dug his fingers in, holding Sabre in place. “I’m good for another round.”
They laughed, kissing his forehead. “I’m sure. All those hormones.”
He shifted and kissed their lips, their mouths crashing together, hunger for one another searing their veins. The succubus atop his lap made a soft whimper of a noise. The elf adjusted his hips, and like they were made for one another, his cock slipped inside their pussy to the base.