Not bothering to get undressed, he kicked off his boots, stripped his pistol holster off and set it on the bedside table before laying back and closin... his eyes. He was asleep almost instantly.The sun filtering through the cabin window woke him, just like on every other day, and he groaned as he levered himself up off the soft mattress. Mornings were tough on him, had been for years. Decades of abuse and injuries had made mornings a symphony of creaking joints, aching bones and sore muscles.He. She could have easily torn free but she was interested to see what vile would do to her. He formed shadows, a full 2 inches diameter and 12 inches. He made 2 more and plunged them into her vagina. She gasped, the two large shafts tearing her opening. She left the gashes, they stung and she hissed, the pain making her even wetter. The tear started spreading and she healed them, then made her pussy even smaller. Vile grunted and had to put great effort into ploughing her small opening. Then she. With that thought in your mind your pussy clenches around the succubus' tail. Your walls hold firm in ecstasy before releasing, and then sucking again as if with it's own will, sending your pleasure increasing tenfold as your darkening pussy lips work her tail.You see as your nude flesh reddens, take notice of your larger breasts as they heave up and down as the lovely succubus ruts you. Your newly black nipples call to you as your mouth lulls open, your black tongue flicking out, stretching. He solved the problem for her by continuing to pay homage to her breasts while sliding one massive thigh between her own and urging her to ride it. Streaks of sensation raced through her, jerking her closer to him. She yanked his head up and kissed him, writhing against him and his wonderful body. The hair on his chest abraded her nipples so pleasurably she had to dig her nails into his back to release the tension that built up inside her. His own groans were music to her senses. She tore her.