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Succubus Leloucia, part 3a/?

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And then he was bare, and she was kissing him. Up the length of his back, across his shoulders and around his neck, each one a soft mark of ownership. He tried to stay still and impassive, but each kiss drew a little shudder from deep inside him, each twitch a further testament to his weakness. He clenched his fists, chafing his knuckles against the rough concrete in a last effort to distract himself, but the pain only made the pleasure sweeter.

“Later you’re going to do the same for me,” she whispered, “but it won’t be my back you’ll be kissing.” She took his cock in her hand, made as if to stroke him but suddenly stopped, making him whimper in frustration.

“Who do you love, my naked darling?” she asked, sounding suddenly younger and far more vulnerable. Her name was on the edge of his lips when he caught himself.

“I love Euphie,” he said almost silently, casting his eyes down and lowering his hands. It was true, and it was what he’d wanted to say to her for days. So why did he feel so hurt by it, and so ashamed?

“Really?” she said, “well, what if I told you that you didn’t have to stop loving her? What would you do if all I wanted was for you to be my stud while you sleep, and left you all to her for every waking moment?”

“I can’t betray her” he replied, turning to face Leloucia. “I just can’t do that!”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve already let me undress you, and I still have your cock in my hand…” she gave it a little tug, forcing him to lean in and catch her by the shoulders, and then resumed her slow methodical stroking.

“Please, stop,” was all he could say, “Please, I can’t.”

“You already shown me that you can, and very well. But what if…what if I tied you up, Suzaku? Nobody could blame you if a harsh, cruel woman put a leash round your neck and made you her plaything, no matter how much you enjoyed it.” Leloucia reached behind her and produced as if from nowhere a long cord of dark green rope, the exact same colour as his eyes. Six tongues split from the end of the leash, each ending in a polished leather band, one large, four much smaller and the sixth smaller still. He reached out in mute curiosity, and found himself instinctively slipping one wrist through a smaller band.