Sissy Succubus [dani_honey & Reydan]

[dani_honey]

An ancient, foreboding castle was perched atop tall cliffs, fused into the mossy stone as if a giant skeletal hand had sunk its claws into the hard rock. In the evening, its moonlit features looked elegant if eerie, its architecture resembling an unholy union between medieval castle and Gothic cathedral. This was the ancestral home of the Valteele family. A family whose past was as shadowy as their abode; rumors of their occult activities had been spreading like wildfire in the nearby, small town of Sleepywood. The town's inhabitants feared that the place had fallen under the sway of an evil demon lord. The winding path leading to the castle was now being avoided by most travelers. Everything seemed peaceful, though... only the sound of waves crashing against rock formations could be heard in the distance – the cliffs that the castle stood upon plummeted to a surf below.

The creaky noise of the drawbridge opening sent a cloud of bats scurrying off into the evening sky – just moments before, they had been happily hanging off the parapets. Several shadowy figures emerged out of the gate. Their armored appearance suggested that they were members of the castle's garrison. Leading the way was a tall, 5'11'' woman clad in half-plate. Long, red hair flowed past her shoulders and down her back, and her equally red eyes gleamed menacingly in the moonlight. Jesszka, the captain of the guard and a powerful vampire knight in her own right. Above all, she was a loyal servant of the castle's master. With such a mighty lieutenant, it was easy to imagine that the demon lord whom the townspeople were so afraid of was an archdevil of some sort.

Jesszka knew the truth, of course. Her master – the last remaining Valteele – was a lowly succubus. A male succubus. It was difficult to view him with much respect, since she was older and so much stronger than him, but she was nevertheless fiercely loyal to the boy. She... liked him, even though she had never confessed her feelings. Even now, the thought of his pretty, pink lips wrapped around her thick shaft made the shemale vampire's sizable bulge tighten uncomfortably. For this reason, she wouldn't let any harm come to him. Word had reached her that an interloper had appeared; their intentions were unclear, but Jesszka was resolved to stop them. The one to bring her this information was none other than the master himself, who had made an incognito visit to Sleepywood during the day. The young master was fond of what the nobles referred to as "slumming"; he enjoyed mingling with the townspeople... especially the men. To hear him tell it, he was even employed at a local tavern. But Jesszka understood the master's position perfectly: as a succubus, the boy was forced to have sex with men periodically in order to sustain his powers. Then again, a succubus' powers mostly consisted of seducing men, making them rock hard and squeezing every last drop of cum from their balls. Perhaps it was one of those endless cycles of life.

The captain signaled with her arm to the other guards – all of whom were female –, ordering them to fan out. The serpentine path leading from the village was flanked by a maze of smaller footpaths that crisscrossed all over the craggy moors common to these parts. There were plenty of thickets to hide in on either side of the road – perfect for an ambush. Jesszka's orders were to capture the enemy and bring him back alive; her master had made it clear that he wanted to personally interrogate the intruder. Motioning to the others to take their positions, the vampire kneeled next to a rocky outcrop which obscured her presence. She lay in wait, her fit, athletic body ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

* * *

Earlier that day, during the afternoon.

Cheerful voices and the clinking of tankards could be heard coming from inside the Drunken Moose – Sleepywood's best (and only) tavern. There were no moose in Sleepywood. However, if enough of the local liquors were sampled, moose sightings would not be out of the question. There was a rowdy but lively quality to the establishment; it was the sort of place where it wouldn't be unthinkable to see a tavern wench crawl under a customer's table and suck him off. The tavern didn't get too much traffic, but today, there was a new face among the regulars: a large, brawny man who seemed to want to know more about the castle overlooking the hamlet.

The door to the tavern swung open, and a petite, flat-chested girl made her entrance. She looked no more than an inch taller than five feet and was dressed like a slutty barmaid. Her arrival elicited a few approving whistles and crude gestures from the male patrons. Many of them knew her as a fun – and relatively cheap – girl. But what they didn't know was that this 16-year-old teen – whose sweet tongue they'd felt on their smelly cocks and hairy nutsacks many a time – was Stefan Valteele, the purported "demon lord" whose existence they had come to fear. The disguised, tiny succubus seemed pleased with the reception he had received, and blew a kiss to the men, all of whom were at least twice his age.

The effeminate boy's tavern wench get-up consisted of a short, white, off-the-shoulder dress that left his slender shoulders bare. It was overlaid with a tight, black lace-up bodice which showed off the teen's figure: a tiny waist sloping down into wide, feminine hips and a plump, juicy ass. The skirt on the dress was so short that it barely managed to cover his perfectly round cheeks. Occasionally, a glimpse of the boy's underwear was revealed, much to the delight of the clientele: the little sissy was proudly wearing a baby blue thong that struggled to cover his rear. Fitted snugly around his neck was a white, frilly choker with a cute, light blue bow – it came with matching cuffs that looked equally adorable. Strands of shiny, jet black hair peeked from under a beige cat ear beanie; the silly hat concealed the succubus boy's small, ram-like horns. People assumed that the spade-tipped tail sprouting from his rump was part of his "cat girl" shtick.

Noticing the stranger, who was seated at one of the side tables, Stefan's curiosity was piqued. The boy's big, pale green eyes sparkled with desire, and his full lips parted ever so slightly. The dark eyeliner, smokey eyeshadow and nude, glossy lipstick he was wearing made the boy look like a strumpet who'd be better suited to servicing men than serving drinks. But before he could do either—

"Stefanie!" the bartender bellowed. He was a scraggly-haired man in his 40s. Despite his angry tone of voice, he didn't seem too unhappy to see the little sissy. "How many times do I have to tell ya, you can't just come and work here once a week, whenever it pleases ya!"

The girly boy gave an indignant "hmpf!". Impudent lout! he thought. You should be kissing my feet for the honor of having me in your dirty tavern. This was one of the downsides of having his identity hidden; people didn't show him the respect he was due.

The bartender continued, in between grumbles, "You should quit being a maid at that dusty old castle and put that sweet ass of yours to use here – the customers love ya! And I love their money..."

Ignoring the silly man, Stefan headed over to the big stranger's table, his hips swaying as he strutted. White thigh-high socks covered his legs, but his smooth, sexy thighs were left bare. The boy's tiny feet were locked into a pair of 5'' cream-colored high heels. Smoothing his short skirt, he sat down opposite the man.

"Hello, handsome," the boy purred, his soft, sultry voice matching his feminine appearance. "What brings a hunk like you to these parts?"

As he was asking him this, the boy succubus lifted his left leg under the table and pressed it against the man's groin. With an impish smile on his pretty face, he gently massaged the man with the sole of his high heel.

 

[Reydan]

Dannik was seated close to the fire, trying to dissipate some of the aching cold from his bones. The journey to Sleepywood, in the far northern reaches of Caldara, had been a long one. The weather had turned from mild to cold to nasty in the space of a fortnight as he traveled, wind and rain whipping at his cloak and soaking through to this heavy leathers beneath.

But Dannik was used to bad weather. He had been a mercenary for almost twenty of his thirty years, beginning as an indentured child-soldier in the Imperial armies to the West. It had been his job to dart out amongst the battlefield bodies and fighters to pick up arrows for the archers to keep firing with. An orphan, with no prospects other than his captive state, he had struggled to survive and in struggling grown strong. He might have ended up a brutal, twisted, pit fighter, or more likely a corpse in a mass grave, but for a chance encounter with a mercenary captain when he turned fifteen. The older man had bought him from service, recognising his raw talent but also his hopeless situation, and introduced him to a life of travel and commission. Dannik had learned, from the Captain, that the ability to kill and to stop others being killed was worth its weight in gold.

Now, having turned thirty, he was older, wiser, and ready to carve a little place out for himself. He'd heard conflicting rumors about Sleepywood. The local family was said to have been wiped out, leaving their impressive border castle empty. Dannik had initially thought that he could claim it himself, repair it, and use it as a base to carve out a land for himself further north. After all, all that stretched out north from this area were the badlands held by the Orcs and other monstrous tribes. Upon reaching the area, though, he heard other contradictory stories that the place was held by some evil demon lord. Half the village seemed terrified and the other half seemed ready to form a mob.

Dannik was more than prepared to use their fear to lever himself into a position of control and influence, but he was not a mercenary who had made it to thirty without being cautious. So he drank, waiting, for the appearance of the serving girl he'd heard about. People had told him, in between the drinks he'd bought them, that Stefanie worked up at the castle as a maid whilst also serving drinks in the Drunken Moose of an eve. Dannik had spent time concocting a web of seductive thoughts to ensnare the girl as he waited.

When he saw her sashay in, though, in her ridiculous high heels and tiny skirt those went out the window. He grinned. The little black-haired stunner looked out of place in a hick village like this - she looked as though she should be wrapped around a pole, dancing for money, in the capital cities of the corrupted but pleasurable Bright Sea coast. Or pride of place in some merchant Harem in the desert. He grinned, hungry like a wolf, as she sat down opposite him.

'Well hello yourself little lady' he said in a low, husky, voice. He didn't move away when her little foot lifted up and he felt the sole of her heel press against his groin. He'd already been semi-erect watching her walk over, and now he held his position in the chair, letting her feel his length with her foot. Let her feel his swollen, needy, balls. 'I'm exploring - I'm a bit of a hero you see. Dab hand with a blade. And I heard this village had some sort of demon problem...'

'But first I'm thinking that I might head up to bed' he said, switching tact suddenly. 'I've heard that the beds here are comfy and warm. Especially if you have a little kitty-cat come and sleep in bed with you.' He tapped his forehead, mirroring where her cat ears were with his touch, making his meaning plain. He wanted this little hot piece of ass upstairs. Now. He rose, looking down at her, and waited meaningfully. As if to say, after you.

 

[dani_honey]

"Demon problem...?!" the boy's glossy, nude lips formed into an inviting O in mock surprise; sitting close to the hearth made his slutty make-up glisten wetly.
The disguised succubus leaned in closer, almost conspiratorially, "It's true, nyaaa~; there's a big..." he paused at that word, pointedly massaging the man's heavy, cum-filled balls with his tiny foot, "...scary demon."
"But with a big, strong man like you here, I feel a lot better!"
...in my panties, haha~! the tiny succubus finished the sentence in his mind. Although succubi were said to be temptresses without equal – able to turn men into their playthings at will –, Stefan found it hard not to get tempted himself when dealing with men like this; the sissy couldn't stop thinking about that fat cock he'd felt through the mercenary's pants. Not only that, but road-weary travelers like Dannik were the boy's favorite; most of them hadn't gotten to cum in a while, which meant that they would have a nice, tasty treat for the little jizz addict.

The teen's pretty eyes lit up when the man requested him to be his bed warmer. Dressed the way he was, it was only natural for a customer to assume that that was his purpose.
"Oh! It wouldn't do for a weary hero to sleep by his lonesome," the kitty boi shook his head disapprovingly. A mischievous smile played on the boy's lips as he got to his feet, "You need a good little kitten to curl up at your feet and help you, um... unwind."
"Stefanie is a good kitty, nyan~ – I'll help you take a load off!" the boy posed like a cat girl, holding up his hands like cute little paws. "For a bit of silver, I'll be taking a big load from you – err, off you, heheh~."

The sissy demoness turned around with a flourish, sending his teeny skirt fluttering.
"Stay on my booty, big boy," he shot a come-hither look over his shoulder, before strutting off towards the stairway. Despite his young age, it looked like the boy had no trouble walking in his 5-inch fuck-me heels. It seemed that Dannik wasn't the only one with useful skills; maybe looking pretty and pleasuring men were worth their weight in gold, too?

The steep, wooden stairs creaked in protest as the two made their way upstairs – the boy in front, and the merc not far behind. Their respective positions afforded Dannik an exquisite upskirt view of his teen companion's backside. About the only thing the boy's skimpy thong managed to cover up was his ass crack; his juicy, slappable cheeks were on full display. The succubus' fat, smooth ass jiggled with each mincing, ladylike step he took.

Despite the Drunken Moose being something of a dive, it had passable accommodations for traveling merchants and the like. The room they entered had a simple but comfy-looking bed. It definitely wasn't intended for two, but Stefan didn't seem like the sort of boy who'd mind sharing a bed with a man. The room's rustic décor was complete with a bear pelt laid across the wooden floor. The petite succubus trod on its thick, black fur with his kinky heels as he made his way to the bed. He sat down, letting his plump, half-naked rear sink into the soft sheets.

"Mm~, I hope Master has some milk for his new pet kitty... Creamy, delicious milk!" the boy's pale green eyes were filled with need, alternating between Dannik's face and crotch. "Poor Stefanie hasn't been fed enough, nyaaa~..."

 

[Reydan]

Dannik smiled as the little sissy took up his offer with apparent relish. He wasn't sure about the cat outfit and act, truth me told, but there was something pathetically endearing about it. He grinned, widely, as the young sissy took the steps up ahead of him. He knew Stefanie was male - he'd seen the little bulge in her panties as she span - but he knew inside she was a woman. That was what she knew herself to be. And, if he was honest, Dannik didn't care. Especially not when confronted with that ass.

Gods, that ass. Poets would have written odes to it. Men would have fought wars over it. Artists would have sculpted it in marble. Dannik? Dannik's desires were closer to earth, but no less ass-centric. He wanted to cover it in oil, knead it like a baker would with dough, and end up slipping his own oiled-up shaft into it. Again and again, so that the sissy girl begged for mercy and howled in pleasure. So that her fingernails raked the bedstead. So that she kissed him again and again, begging him to cum in her in breathless pants. Only when she was over the edge, a hot mess, would he oblige. That bearskin rug in front of the fireplace was going to see some action tonight. He watched the hypnotic sway of that mincing fat ass as it moved and knew he would enjoy this night.

As they entered the room he locked the door behind them and stepped up in front of her as she sat on the edge of his bed. Plucking the beanie from Stefanie's head, and stroking her jet black hair, he grinned. 'Poor little kitty-cat'. Gods, he thought, she's got me doing it. 'Lets see about looking after you'. He undid his trousers and, with no ceremony, let his thick cock hang out. It was swollen and angry, ready for attention, and he guided her head forward towards the bulbous head.

 

[dani_honey]

Uh-oh... an apprehensive feeling came over the boy as he felt Dannik's hand on his head, tugging at the silly hat that concealed his fiendish nature. Taking off the kitty boi's beanie revealed... nothing out of the ordinary! Curiously, the succubus' demonic little horns were nowhere to be seen. Used to men helping themselves to his clothes by now, the sissy demoness kept a card up his sleeve for such occasions: a glamor that subtly altered his appearance – such an illusion was a simple feat for a demon, even for a lowly succubus. His secret safe, the raven-haired beauty relaxed under the man's touch, purring like a kitten who was being petted by his Master.

When Dannik released the monster tucked away in his pants, Stefan's pretty eyes went round. A dreamy, dazed sigh escaped the sissy boi's pillowy lips, "Haaahhh~..."
The earlier mischievous glimmer in those big, green eyes of his was now replaced by a vacant look, almost as if the sheer size of the dick in front of his pretty face had caused the poor 16-year-old's brain to short-circuit. Dannik's cock was unbelievably thick – enough to satisfy even the most used-up whore, let alone a tiny thing like Stefan. When he felt the man's large, firm hand guide him towards it, the boy was left with little choice other than to open wide. The familiar taste of dick filled the succubus' mouth, and it didn't take him long to start sucking and tonguing the glans like a good girl. The boy's small, dainty hands wrapped around Dannik's massive girth at the base of his shaft. As he slowly stroked it, he could feel every slight twitch of pleasure coursing through the penis as it reacted to his sweet tongue.

"Mmpf, f-fuck," the sissy panted as he pulled back, ropes of drool still clinging to his glossy, dick sucking lips. "It's so... big. Mm~, kitties like me love to play with toys. Stefanie's favorite toy is a big, fat cock~♥!"
Lifting the man's penis up, the boy ran his tongue down its length, all the way down to his balls. Without skipping a beat, the sissy took one of Dannik's swollen nuts into his mouth, not letting it go until he'd sucked it clean. He could almost feel all the pent-up jizz inside, just waiting to unload into a little sissy like him. As a succubus, the boy was entirely dependent on men's balls, so it was a good thing to show his appreciation. Unable to get enough of his fat cock, the little kitty took him in his pretty mouth again, accepting him even deeper into his throat. He had a pretty good idea where that dick was going next, so he made it as sloppy as possible, drooling like a cock crazy whore as he gave him head. The teen fellatrix's eyes locked with Dannik's – they were filled with a pure, animalistic desire for his seed. As degrading as it was to be used as a cum dump by men at the local tavern, the little demoness needed it. Still... it is a bit troublesome that... *slurp*... he's an adventurer, the succubus thought, mouth full of cock. I might need to... *slurp*... tell Jesszka about this.

 

[Reydan]

'Ohhh shitttt' Dannik moaned. The little slut's mouth was hot as all hell, her tongue gliding along the underside of his swollen shaft like a tender caress. He groaned, eyes almost rolling back into his head as one by one his heavy testicles were sucked into that hot little furnace of a mouth, tongue teasing and stroking the heavy flesh, coaxing the seed within. It felt as though his insides were boiling, like he would erupt, volcano-like, over the little slut.

He took her hair in his hands, their eyes locking, and grinned. 'You're the hottest little slut I've had in years' he moaned, voice deep and husky, as he looked down at the little serving girl between his legs. What he saw in those deep large eyes shocked him a little - the lust contained there was almost animal. She was locked on him, hands bracing herself on his hips, and she almost seemed...hungry. It was the most incredibly arousing face he'd ever had in bed with him and, in that moment, Dannik decided to see if he couldn't convince the landlord that he wanted the girl exclusively for the duration of his stay. Coming back to that hot little mouth after a long day of questing...he grinned as she continued to suck his cock.

She was tugging him deep into her throat, the blowjob gloriously sloppy and messy. Her spittle and slobber was mixing with his precum, his cock hard as an iron bar and aching for release. Dannik took Stefanie's head in his hands and began to fuck her mouth, long slow strokes driving his cock forward and down into her gullet. 'Fuck but your mouth is perfect' he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head at the intensity of the pleasure. 'Its like a fucking cunt - so hot and wet and tight'.

He pulled her roughly off, dragging Stefanie up to her feet. He kissed her there, not caring that his cock had been in that mouth. It was possessive and passionate, his tongue roughly invading her mouth and tangling with hers. One large hand groped her ass under her skirt, squeezing the tight young flesh in a hungry manner. Dannik steered her towards the bed, still kissing her neck, murmuring 'I've got to fuck this hot little body now girl. Now turning back. I'm going to ruin you'.

Pushing her roughly forward onto all fours on the bed, his hands stroked and groped her upturned rear. His fingers tangled in the band of that little thong and tugged it down and off of her feet. 'Well well' he said, pausing, seeing her sex revealed. 'What have we here?' His large hand reached down, cupping the little cock and balls revealed, tenderly working them with his finger tips.

'What do you have to say about this kitty-cat?' he breathed, leaning over her to take her left ear in his teeth.

 

[dani_honey]

The little succubus returned the man's fervent kiss with matching intensity, moaning into Dannik's mouth as he felt the rugged mercenary's hand on his bare ass. Having his booty groped made the petite demoness' cute, spade-tipped tail sway slowly from side to side, signaling his obvious pleasure. That's why Stefan loved wearing tiny, skimpy thongs while working at the Drunken Moose; he'd get to feel every hard slap and gentle caress on his smooth, naked ass. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, the femboy allowed himself to be turned around by his wide hips. It is said that a kiss from a powerful succubus would leave a man enervated and under her spell, but it didn't look like the sissy she-devil had any such powers. The only part of a man that would feel "drained" after an encounter with the teen would be his balls.

"Hwaah~!" the boy let out a cute yelp as he was pushed onto the bed. Instead of righting himself after falling on all fours, the kitty boi eagerly assumed a "face down, ass up" position, presenting himself to the bigger male like a bitch in heat. The teen buried his pretty face into the soft sheets, panting weakly as his plump, gorgeous rear was pawed all over. He could feel his baby blue thong being pulled down, over his slender, bare thighs, and then over his lily-white thigh-high socks. For a brief moment, the boy's girly underwear got caught on his cream-colored heels, but with one final tug, the sissy was pantiless, and his "secret" was revealed: an adorable little boi cock, which at just 4'' wasn't much bigger (or manlier) than its owner. The teen had no way of hiding his arousal from the man; it was quite clear that this little kitten was itching to get bred by big, hung men, despite his gender.

"Oops! Looks like Stefanie is a tomcat...!" the boy admitted with an impish grin. He closed his eyes, purring contentedly as Dannik nibbled on his ear. His voice a seductive whisper, the sissy teased him, "This is bad, nyaah~... where will Master stick his big, fat, delicious cock in now? Mm~, if only there was a way for a ladyboi kitty like Stefanie to help..."

 

[Reydan]

Shit this little slut was hot, Dannik thought as he straightened back up, running his hands possessively along the boy's curves. But that cat-thing was annoying as hell - he decided to humor the little slut for now but maybe, if this was going to be a repeat pleasure, fuck the pet-play out of the little ditsy thing.

'I can think of one spot' he whispered in a husky voice, his tone dripping with amused arousal. His thumb pressed lightly against Stefanie's rear hole. 'But it seems a little tight...we might need to just...do...something...about that...' His last words came out a little drawn as he stretched out his arm and took the bottle of honey wine sitting on the nightstand up. He yanked out the cork with his teeth, spitting it across the room, and trickled some of the sweet thick liquid onto the boy's ass crack.

Then he leaned in, tongue hot and probing, lapping up the liquid as it trickled down that sweet little gulley between Stefanie's ass cheeks. His hands reached around, one toying with the young femboi's swollen little balls and the other teasing and tickling his little cock. Dannik wanted the boy to be putty in his hands even before he mounted him. His tongue found the tight little pucker and dipped in, spreading Stefanie's rear open a little bit. Dannik was expecting the usual musky sensation, but oddly the wave of sensory overload that hit him was more floral and sweet. He teased the boy's little rear with his tongue, jerking him off with his hands, wanting to have a quivering mess of need on his hands before he even bothered to get out his shaft.

 

[dani_honey]

The femboy giggled with infectious delight as Dannik lubed him up. A wet, bronze sheen soon covered his rear, making his bubble booty all the more irresistible. Succubus or no, with an ass like that, the boy was born to please men. Stefan's high-pitched, girly giggle was cut short when the man's tongue found its way into his crack.

"Ohhh...!" a soft, surprised gasp escaped the boy's glossy lips. This was... new. Used to the tavern patrons treating him like a cum dump, Stefan found the mercenary's actions unexpectedly gentle and passionate. Having his diminutive manhood played with also felt surprisingly good. Ahh, this is more like it. I could get used to having my ass kissed, muhaha! the teen aristocrat thought snootily. Of course, much to his embarrassment – and despite his best efforts of fomenting a dominant personality –, the boy had a bad habit of cumming the hardest whenever a customer degraded him and treated him like a cheap, dirty whore. However, regardless of whether it was tender or rough, it seemed that the little sissy had a hard time resisting a man's touch; his petite body began to quiver under Dannik's care, his self-assuredness and composure deteriorating with each lick, with each rub.

"Nnnnnh... ngh... mm~... oh, God...! P-please," the young boy pleaded, but seeing as he was a demon and a whore, such a lewd prayer would likely go unanswered. Besides, the only thing a slut like him was capable of properly worshipping was a man's cock. As Dannik's tongue penetrated his tight hole, Stefan dug his manicured nails into the sheets. Their creamy pink, gel-like polish served as a good reminder on what a sissy faggot he was.

"Uuuh... stop! No, w-wait... don't stop... ohhh, fuck," the sissy's feminine voice shook with lust and indecision. He kept glancing behind him longingly... his pretty eyes fixated on Dannik's groin. Barely able to stand the sweet torment, the boy arched his back, pressing his fat, naked booty flush against Dannik's face. All his squirming was making it difficult to keep licking his ass. If he was going to get this femboi slut under control, Dannik would need to plug the little sissy's holes with something a lot bigger.

 

[Reydan]

The little slut was ready and eager - Dannik could tell from the squealing shift of the hips and the desperate moans. He loved just how feminine the sissy waitress was - loved the high pitch of Stefanie's voice and the soft feel of his skin. His hands let go of the aching little cock and reached up to grip the wide hips of his lover, holding him still. He pulled back, loving the sweet musk of the boy's ass on his tongue, and lifted himself so that he was in position behind Stefanie.

'I'm going to slip this big fat cock into your tight little ass now' he purred, holding the succubus's hips firmly in place and spreading the cheeks with his fingertips. The hot little pink nub of the boy's ass was revealed to his lustful gaze. He teased Stefanie for a moment or two, gently prodding the young man's anus with the swollen head of his cock, enjoying the squirming moaning of the hot little thing below him.

Dannik was not going to treat Stefanie like a cumdump, guessing that was what the young man was used to. He was far, far, far too attractive a little piece of ass to let go. No. He was going to fuck this little femboi raw every night he was in this god-forsaken village. Gazing down at the perfect round ass, Dannik had no idea how much that thought would change his life forever when circumstances overtook them both. For now, though, there was just his raging erection and the most inviting little whole he had ever seen.

'God-damn' he breathed out as he entered the femboy. Stefanie was so, so, fucking tight despite time spent slutting it up with patrons, and by Dannik was only able to edge an inch after a slow but delicious inch. 'Are you liking that?' he said in husky voice, keen to have the hot little thing bed for his attention.

 

[dani_honey]

When he felt the man's firm grip on his hips, the boy knew there would be no escape. He was going to get fucked – hard. That thick, veiny, hairy cock would be going inside of him. Stefan's tiny body trembled in anticipation, making him grind the sides of his high heels against Dannik's muscular, manly thighs. Not used to being teased like this, the succubus let out a cute, helpless little groan when he felt the man's massive cockhead at the entrance to his rear.

"Fuck, yes! Give it to me!" the boy cried out, breathlessly. He grabbed his own hips, placing his tiny hands on top of Dannik's. As his dainty fingers intertwined with the man's, he could feel the latter's grip tightening. At the same time, the oversized intruder at his backdoor became more insistent. Such a big penis for such a small boy... it was hard to imagine how the little sissy would be able to take it all. Unfortunately for Stefan, he was about to find out: the teen gasped as his boipussy opened up to Dannik, surrendering all too readily to the man's thick, hard cock. Even though he had taken only the head, the boy felt like he was packed full of dick.

"Ooh, fuck...! Unf, it's so big... it h-hurts," the tiny succubus whimpered in shock after being penetrated. Faced with the reality of taking someone as hung as Dannik up his booty, the teenaged cocktease seemed awfully contrite all of a sudden. Unable to bear it, the sissy buried his pretty face into the bed, moaning and drooling into the sheets uncontrollably. He wanted to rake the bedding with his girly, painted nails, but Dannik had taken hold of his slender wrists, using the teen's arms as leverage to insert himself deeper into the femboy. The willful sissy demoness struggled and squirmed, trying to free himself, but his only reward was another inch of fat dick up his ass. Every additional inch that Dannik managed to slide into the boy seemed to make him more obedient. The man would probably need to go balls deep into the sissy slut to get him to behave like a proper young lady.

After the initial shock, it didn't take long for the boy to start moaning like a complete whore, "Oh, GOD, yes! Mmm~♪!"
The sissy had felt the man's thick cockhead rubbing against his prostate, even as it was on its way deeper into him. Having a man poke his sissy g-spot made the boy instantly hard; it seemed that the only time the little faggot got fully erect was when he had a cock up his ass. Relaxing his stretched anus to allow Dannik even deeper, Stefan begged him – his dignity as the young master of the Valteele family thrown aside –, "Please, m-more... I need more! Use me... fuck me!"

 

[Reydan]

When he felt the little sissy's fingers grip onto his, trying to cover the broad expanse of his scarred hands with their own soft and delicate little fingers, Dannik knew he had Stefanie. He could feel the tight little ring of the sissy's pucker clench around his cock, as if terrified to allow his thick member access to the velvety pleasure beyond, but he also felt the boy buck back a bit, his wiggling making more room, ever so slightly, for Dannik.

He gripped the rounded hip before him with one hand, but with the other reached out to gather a handful of that jet black hair. He caught the stands up, entwining them in his fingers, and lifted the hair from the boy's face. Stefanie had buried his face in the covers, but Dannik saw with a smile that the teenaged slut was drooling away, his eyes part rolled back and glazed with lust.

As Stefanie began to moan, his high-pitched voice begging Dannik to use him, the mercenary pulled back roughly on the hair. Bodily, he lifted the boy back until they were upright against each other, both kneeling on the bed, the slender back of the young pale boy pressed against his hairy chest. The movement had, slowly but surely, sunk his cock root deep into the fat rear of the boy before him, each inch following the next one into that vice-like warmth. Now it was Dannik's time to groan, low and loud, enjoying that pleasurable tightness. The boy was small against him and Dannik leaned down, pressing his lips to the soft curve of exposed neck before him.

His hands dropped back to those wide, feminine hips, and suddenly there were teeth, not sharp enough to break the skin but pricking the tender flesh nonetheless, on Stefanie's neck. Dannik was expressing an almost animalistic dominance over the boy and he began to fuck his ass in long, deep, strokes, his arms keeping the boy upright so that his whole body shook with each impact and that perfect round ass jiggled with each slapping of hips as they came together and parted in a carnal rhythm.