"Surge" (Part 1 of 2) - BtVS, f/f, NC-17
I have had an exceptionally bad week. So, here's a fun bit of porn that I've had lying around for a while.
Title: "Surge"
Author erimthar
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Anya/Lantana (ofc), Anya/Willow
Warnings Femslash, and partial genderswap
Notes Takes place sometime early in season 6. Not in continuity with my other stories. This is only in two parts because of LJ's inane post-size limit.
Anya checked the front door of The Magic Box and made extra sure the little sign had the “Closed” side facing outward. It was Saturday evening, and most of Sunnydale’s witches and warlocks would be out playing with their magic toys (for good or ill) rather than looking to buy new ones.
She felt almost nervous as she turned back into the shop and took a good look at the... rather remarkable vendor who had taken a seat in one of the chairs by the reading table.
She was a beautiful woman. Very beautiful, in fact, despite the fact that her skin had a quite noticeable green tinge to it. Anya wondered why she wore sunglasses despite the fact that they were indoors, and the sun was down, but it was really none of her business what kind of rockstar affectations people chose to adopt. The lady wore a very becoming black suit with a very short skirt, and her glossy black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached down to the small of her back. On the table next to her rested a large leather sample case.
What nice perfume she’s wearing, Anya thought. I wonder if she’ll sell me some.
Anya sat down in one of the other chairs. “So, Miss...”
“Lantana.”
“Miss Lantana. You have some merchandise you’d like to show me?”
“Well, you expressed an interest in diversifying your stock so as to, and I quote, make a buttload of money.”
“Oh, yes,” said Anya, immediately perking up. “Buttloads and buttloads of it.”
“I’m fairly sure I can help you with that.” Lantana smiled at her. “Miss Jenkins, have you ever thought about the possible applications of magic in lovemaking and erotic play?”
“Sex?”
“Sex.”
Anya thought about it. “Well, no. But... sex sells, right?”
“Oh, I can assure you it most certainly does.”
“Are the lights too bright in here?”
“...Excuse me?”
“Those sunglasses you’re wearing. I was just wondering if it was too bright for you.”
“Oh. No. It’s just that.. um, my eyes can be a distraction sometimes when I’m trying to discuss business.”
“Oh. Demon, huh?”
Lantana gave her a tight smile. “I was hoping that wouldn’t be a problem?”
“Oh, no problem at all. I was a demon myself for over a thousand years.”
“Really? What kind?”
“Vengeance.”
Lantana looked at her for a minute, then laughed.
Anya thought that maybe she ought to feel indignant about that. But it was such a pretty-sounding laugh. And that nice perfume Lantana was wearing had a calming effect on her. Or... something.
“It didn’t seem quite as funny to me at the time.”
“I’m sorry,” Lantana said, regaining her composure. “It’s just the thought of trying to sell magical sex toys to a vengeance demon... tonight is the night I find out just how good a saleswoman I really am.”
Anya smiled. It was kind of funny.
“All right,” said Lantana. “No need for the shades, then.”
She stuck out her tongue, and took her glasses off with it.
That got Anya’s attention, all right.
And the newly-revealed eyes themselves kept that attention right where it was. Slit pupils, like those of a snake. Fairly standard issue for demon types. But Anya was finding it very, very difficult to look away.
And golly, did that perfume ever smell nice. “What’s that scent you’re wearing?” Anya asked.
Lantana gave her a rather wicked-looking little smile. “It’s my own mix.” She stood up and opened her sample case.
“I have products here that both individuals and couples will like,” she said. “I assume you have many single people among your clientele?”
“You mean masturbators? Oh yes. Lots. Do you have some good masturbation toys?”
Lantana laughed. “I certainly do. But maybe first you’d like to see some of my offerings for couples?”
“Sure.” Anya shrugged. “I get lots of them too. Lots of lesbians, especially. I don’t know why lesbians are so attracted to magic, but they are.”
“Perfect,” said Lantana. She reached into the case and pulled out a pair of identical silver hoops, each about eight inches in diameter. Rooting around, she also came up with a gold ring (the finger kind) that looked like it had a couple of little bull’s horns poking out from it. Finally, a pair of dangly earrings that looked identical, except that one was silver and one was gold.
She laid these things out on the table and turned to Anya.
“Now, I assume you’re going to want a demonstration of these items before placing an order. Do you happen to have any female slaves, servants or minions you wouldn’t mind indulging with a bit of pleasure? Someone you’ve been meaning to reward, perhaps?”
“No slaves,” Anya replied. “No minions. Well, not anymore.” She closed her eyes and thought for a minute. When she opened them, they had a steely look. “Anyway, what about me? There’s nothing wrong with my sex organs. Well, there wasn’t as of last night, anyway, when I used them last. Solo.” She gave an exasperated sigh.
Lantana smiled again. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that. It makes so much more of an impression when the buyer samples the merchandise herself. Well, then. Would you take off all of your clothes, please?”
Anya was already trying to pull her jeans off over her sneakers when it occurred to her that she was stripping in front of a total stranger. A demon, in fact. A female demon, even more in fact. But Lantana’s eyes were so beautiful, and she smelled so good, and her greenish skin looked so smooth and inviting...
Sweatshirt, bra, and sensible underpants joined Anya’s jeans in a heap on the floor. The air conditioning felt a little chilly on her naked body. Gosh, I am pretty darned naked, she thought, looking down at her discarded clothes curiously. Imagine that. Wouldn’t Xander be excited? And angry?
Anya turned to Lantana, who was watching her with a good deal of interest. “Is this good?” she asked.
“Very good,” replied the demoness, looking her up and down. She smirked. “You still have your shoes and socks on.”
“Oh. Um, it’s kind of chilly in here. Is that a problem?”
“No. It’s actually rather adorable.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Anya smiled and blushed.
“Would you lie down on the table here, on your back, and make yourself comfortable, Miss Jenkins?”
Anya complied. Her heart was beating faster, wondering what Lantana was going to do. Warning signals were going off in her head, but somehow they only seemed to make this whole situation seem even more exciting.
Lantana picked up one of the big silver hoops and squeezed it in a certain way. It snapped open like a necklace clasp.
“Lift up your legs, please,” she instructed Anya, who obeyed.
Lantana slipped both of the hoops around each of Anya’s thighs, about six inches below her crotch, and snapped them shut. The lovely sales-demoness checked and adjusted them, then playfully tickled the insides of Anya’s legs, making her jump and squeak with laughter.
“Sorry, miss. Both of my hands slipped,” Lantana grinned. “These should fit snugly, but not so tightly as to be uncomfortable. If they need to be adjusted, there’s a command word for doing that. Are they okay?”
“Fine,” said Anya. “What do they do?”
“These are Love-Locks. As long as you’re wearing them, you can’t experience an orgasm.”
“What? But... where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, you’ll see. You’ll be able to get right to the very edge of a climax... right to the very edge... but not over that line.”
“But... but I want to go over the line.”
“You will. In good time. The reason you’ll need these is because of this next item.” She held up the ring with the little bull’s horns on it, and handed it to Anya. “Put this on.”
“What does it do?”
“Oh, it won’t hurt you, but you are in for a surprise. Don’t be afraid.”
Anya slipped the ring on her finger. Nothing happened at first. Then she started to notice a strange tingling sensation in her nether regions. That feeling grew more and more prounounced. It felt as if... things were moving around, changing position, growing and shrinking. To Anya’s surprise, it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, it felt kind of good.
She giggled and lifted her head up, trying to see down the length of her body. “What’s going on down there?”
“Something new, which I think you’ll find exciting,” Lantana said.
Anya made a noise that sounded very much like eep as her sexual anatomy gave a final lurch and locked into place. She half sat up and looked down at herself curiously.
She still had her usual allotment of pubic hair (au naturel, as she preferred it). And... that was about the only thing that was still the same.
That ring seemed to have endowed her with a very realistic penis, and a full complement of balls as well.
She put her hands to her mouth, stifling a shriek of alarm. “What’s that doing there?” she cried, pointing at it.
“That,” explained Lantana, “is the equipment you would have had if you’d been born a male instead of a female. It’s all yours, taken right from your genetic code. And don’t worry... things will go right back to normal as soon as you take the ring off.”
“But... so... I’m a man now?”
“Only partially. Only your sexual organs. You still have your breasts. Your womb and ovaries are still safe inside there... if you were pregnant, your baby would be fine. Er, as long as you didn’t go into labor with that ring on. (Try not to do that.) You won’t get hairy and your voice won’t go deep. And it won’t change your sexual preferences. You’re still the same person. You just have some really fun new toys to play with down there.”
“So... it works like a penis and balls are supposed to work?”
“Well, why don’t we find out?”
“Wait a minute,” Anya protested. “Isn’t this kind of a demeaning concession to the patriarchy? I mean... I’m proud of my vagina. Vaginas rule!”
Lantana put her hands on her hips and looked down at Anya severely. “I’m a big fan of mine, as well. But do you want to know what sex feels like on the other side, or not?”
“Yes, please,” Anya said meekly, and without hesitation.
“Okay then. As I was saying, why don’t we find out?”
Anya got a particularly strong whiff of Lantana’s perfume. Her eyelids drooped... that stuff smelled sooo good... and then she came to the realization that her new equipment was beginning to demonstrate its functionality in a very practical way.
She looked over at Lantana, who was at that moment untying her long, luxurious black hair and letting it fall down in a beautiful cascade over her shoulders and back. She smiled at Anya, winked, then let her tongue slide out and used it to pop the top button of her suit.
Anya groaned and closed her eyes. She could feel the way her new little friend was responding between her legs, and was almost afraid to look.
But look she did, and what she saw was… impressive. Even Xander never got this hard this fast, she thought. And that’s saying something. He gets a woody watching Scooby-Doo cartoons.
“A solid eight inches,” Lantana said admiringly. “You would have made a fine, healthy lad.” She slid her skirt off and let it pool around her ankles, revealing the full length of her incredibly beautiful legs.
The perfume scent was stronger than ever now, and Anya almost felt like she was hallucinating as Lantana quickly unbuttoned her shirt and sloughed it off, leaving her fully nude. Her particular species of demon did not truck with underwear, apparently. Or pubic hair.
They did apparently truck with big, magnificent breasts and amazing asses. Lantana put her arms straight up in the air and did a graceful little turn, giving Anya a nice long look at everything.
“You’re so beautiful,” Anya moaned, feeling dizzy.
“Thank you.” Lantana gave an effortless hop that carried her up onto the tabletop with Anya (wow, strong legs... that was a Buffy-like jump). She knelt so that her knees were on either side of Anya’s ankles, then leaned forward and started licking her creamy-white thighs with that prehensile tongue of hers.
Rough and kitten-like on the upper side. Soft and silky on the underside. Wet all over. And it was obvious that if Lantana held a pen with it, she could sign her name quite neatly. This was really some kind of tongue.
Anya shivered and squirmed. “What kind of demon are you, anyway?” she asked dreamily.
“A horny one who likes to sell stuff,” Lantana replied between slurpy licks.
“Oh, I can relate,” giggled Anya.
“Now I’m going to show you why these Love-Locks were necessary,” Lantana declared. Without further ado, she wrapped her tongue around the base of Anya’s ragingly erect penis, and then sent it spiralling up until it was wrapped three times around the throbbing shaft. Then she reversed course and let it slide back off along the same path.
Anya let out a whiny little moan, squeezed her eyes shut and grasped around for something to hold on to… but there was only the smooth tabletop.
As if in a dream, Anya felt soft lips open around the tip of her cock and, with one smooth lunge, felt its entire length engulfed in a warm, smooth, gulping tunnel of wetness. She felt Lantana’s nose bury itself in her blonde curls, and her chin bump against her scrotum. Her teeth clenched so hard she thought they might break, and she felt a cold, shivery fire arise from somewhere deep in her loins and burst forth. She came with all her might, sending gallon after gallon of hot syrup sluicing down into her demon lover’s belly.
Or… at least that had been the plan. Anya opened one eye and realized that the big payoff hadn’t quite happened yet. Somewhere between her balls and the tip of her cock, it seemed to have encountered a roadblock.
“L… Lantana? Miss Lantana?” Anya reached forward and tapped her on her lovely bare shoulder. “Something’s wrong here. I… I don’t seem to be having an orgasm and I really, really need to…”
Five more times in succession, Lantana slowly engulfed Anya’s penis to the hilt, letting it slide all the way out each time before plunging it all the way down her throat again. Crosseyed with desperate need, Anya realized that she was trapped on the finish line. Her toe was right on the chalk, but she couldn’t make it the final fraction of an inch over. Anya almost came and almost came and almost came, over and over and over…
“You see the problem here,” Lantana said at last to her weeping customer, businesslike as ever. “These sensations are so new and so exciting to you that you’d never be able to sustain yourself without some magical help. I can’t give a very effective demonstration if you drown me in the first three seconds, can I?”
“Now, you’re already familiar with how much fun penises can be from the receiving end. Here you’re discovering the kind of pleasure your own lovers have gotten from you. This is the kind of thing you can explore with the Horn Ring, and the Love-Locks ensure that the fun doesn’t end too quickly.”
Almost casually, Lantana scooted up so that she was astride Anya’s hips. “I’m going to take you inside me now, but before I do I’ve got another product I’d like to share with you.” She produced that matching set of silver and gold earrings.
“These are Love Links,” she explained. I wear one, and you wear the other. While we’re wearing them, we’ll both be able to experience the other person’s pleasurable sensations in addition to our own. This is really quite an experience. You’re going to love it.”
Lantana leaned forward, causing the tip of Anya’s cock to brush enticingly against her belly. The earring was a simple clip-on. In a moment, the dangling silver pendant was tickling the side of Anya’s neck.
The enterprising Lantana tossed her hair back and fastened the gold earring to her own right ear. “You want to make sure you’re wearing the earrings on opposite ears,” she said. “Your left ear, my right. If they’re on the same ear you’ll end up sharing everything… pleasure, pain, gas, itches, full bladder… trust me, you just want the sexy part.”
“G… good to know,” panted Anya, taking advantage of this momentary break.
“Wait’ll you feel this,” Lantana said, smiling at Anya with more than a little excitement in her eyes. “This is gonna feel soooo good.”
Anya bit her lip and closed her eyes, wondering what was coming next. Lantana rose up on her knees, guided Anya’s penis between her soaking-wet lips, and sank down slowly.
To be concluded...
Title: "Surge"
Author erimthar
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Anya/Lantana (ofc), Anya/Willow
Warnings Femslash, and partial genderswap
Notes Takes place sometime early in season 6. Not in continuity with my other stories. This is only in two parts because of LJ's inane post-size limit.
Anya checked the front door of The Magic Box and made extra sure the little sign had the “Closed” side facing outward. It was Saturday evening, and most of Sunnydale’s witches and warlocks would be out playing with their magic toys (for good or ill) rather than looking to buy new ones.
She felt almost nervous as she turned back into the shop and took a good look at the... rather remarkable vendor who had taken a seat in one of the chairs by the reading table.
She was a beautiful woman. Very beautiful, in fact, despite the fact that her skin had a quite noticeable green tinge to it. Anya wondered why she wore sunglasses despite the fact that they were indoors, and the sun was down, but it was really none of her business what kind of rockstar affectations people chose to adopt. The lady wore a very becoming black suit with a very short skirt, and her glossy black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached down to the small of her back. On the table next to her rested a large leather sample case.
What nice perfume she’s wearing, Anya thought. I wonder if she’ll sell me some.
Anya sat down in one of the other chairs. “So, Miss...”
“Lantana.”
“Miss Lantana. You have some merchandise you’d like to show me?”
“Well, you expressed an interest in diversifying your stock so as to, and I quote, make a buttload of money.”
“Oh, yes,” said Anya, immediately perking up. “Buttloads and buttloads of it.”
“I’m fairly sure I can help you with that.” Lantana smiled at her. “Miss Jenkins, have you ever thought about the possible applications of magic in lovemaking and erotic play?”
“Sex?”
“Sex.”
Anya thought about it. “Well, no. But... sex sells, right?”
“Oh, I can assure you it most certainly does.”
“Are the lights too bright in here?”
“...Excuse me?”
“Those sunglasses you’re wearing. I was just wondering if it was too bright for you.”
“Oh. No. It’s just that.. um, my eyes can be a distraction sometimes when I’m trying to discuss business.”
“Oh. Demon, huh?”
Lantana gave her a tight smile. “I was hoping that wouldn’t be a problem?”
“Oh, no problem at all. I was a demon myself for over a thousand years.”
“Really? What kind?”
“Vengeance.”
Lantana looked at her for a minute, then laughed.
Anya thought that maybe she ought to feel indignant about that. But it was such a pretty-sounding laugh. And that nice perfume Lantana was wearing had a calming effect on her. Or... something.
“It didn’t seem quite as funny to me at the time.”
“I’m sorry,” Lantana said, regaining her composure. “It’s just the thought of trying to sell magical sex toys to a vengeance demon... tonight is the night I find out just how good a saleswoman I really am.”
Anya smiled. It was kind of funny.
“All right,” said Lantana. “No need for the shades, then.”
She stuck out her tongue, and took her glasses off with it.
That got Anya’s attention, all right.
And the newly-revealed eyes themselves kept that attention right where it was. Slit pupils, like those of a snake. Fairly standard issue for demon types. But Anya was finding it very, very difficult to look away.
And golly, did that perfume ever smell nice. “What’s that scent you’re wearing?” Anya asked.
Lantana gave her a rather wicked-looking little smile. “It’s my own mix.” She stood up and opened her sample case.
“I have products here that both individuals and couples will like,” she said. “I assume you have many single people among your clientele?”
“You mean masturbators? Oh yes. Lots. Do you have some good masturbation toys?”
Lantana laughed. “I certainly do. But maybe first you’d like to see some of my offerings for couples?”
“Sure.” Anya shrugged. “I get lots of them too. Lots of lesbians, especially. I don’t know why lesbians are so attracted to magic, but they are.”
“Perfect,” said Lantana. She reached into the case and pulled out a pair of identical silver hoops, each about eight inches in diameter. Rooting around, she also came up with a gold ring (the finger kind) that looked like it had a couple of little bull’s horns poking out from it. Finally, a pair of dangly earrings that looked identical, except that one was silver and one was gold.
She laid these things out on the table and turned to Anya.
“Now, I assume you’re going to want a demonstration of these items before placing an order. Do you happen to have any female slaves, servants or minions you wouldn’t mind indulging with a bit of pleasure? Someone you’ve been meaning to reward, perhaps?”
“No slaves,” Anya replied. “No minions. Well, not anymore.” She closed her eyes and thought for a minute. When she opened them, they had a steely look. “Anyway, what about me? There’s nothing wrong with my sex organs. Well, there wasn’t as of last night, anyway, when I used them last. Solo.” She gave an exasperated sigh.
Lantana smiled again. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that. It makes so much more of an impression when the buyer samples the merchandise herself. Well, then. Would you take off all of your clothes, please?”
Anya was already trying to pull her jeans off over her sneakers when it occurred to her that she was stripping in front of a total stranger. A demon, in fact. A female demon, even more in fact. But Lantana’s eyes were so beautiful, and she smelled so good, and her greenish skin looked so smooth and inviting...
Sweatshirt, bra, and sensible underpants joined Anya’s jeans in a heap on the floor. The air conditioning felt a little chilly on her naked body. Gosh, I am pretty darned naked, she thought, looking down at her discarded clothes curiously. Imagine that. Wouldn’t Xander be excited? And angry?
Anya turned to Lantana, who was watching her with a good deal of interest. “Is this good?” she asked.
“Very good,” replied the demoness, looking her up and down. She smirked. “You still have your shoes and socks on.”
“Oh. Um, it’s kind of chilly in here. Is that a problem?”
“No. It’s actually rather adorable.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Anya smiled and blushed.
“Would you lie down on the table here, on your back, and make yourself comfortable, Miss Jenkins?”
Anya complied. Her heart was beating faster, wondering what Lantana was going to do. Warning signals were going off in her head, but somehow they only seemed to make this whole situation seem even more exciting.
Lantana picked up one of the big silver hoops and squeezed it in a certain way. It snapped open like a necklace clasp.
“Lift up your legs, please,” she instructed Anya, who obeyed.
Lantana slipped both of the hoops around each of Anya’s thighs, about six inches below her crotch, and snapped them shut. The lovely sales-demoness checked and adjusted them, then playfully tickled the insides of Anya’s legs, making her jump and squeak with laughter.
“Sorry, miss. Both of my hands slipped,” Lantana grinned. “These should fit snugly, but not so tightly as to be uncomfortable. If they need to be adjusted, there’s a command word for doing that. Are they okay?”
“Fine,” said Anya. “What do they do?”
“These are Love-Locks. As long as you’re wearing them, you can’t experience an orgasm.”
“What? But... where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, you’ll see. You’ll be able to get right to the very edge of a climax... right to the very edge... but not over that line.”
“But... but I want to go over the line.”
“You will. In good time. The reason you’ll need these is because of this next item.” She held up the ring with the little bull’s horns on it, and handed it to Anya. “Put this on.”
“What does it do?”
“Oh, it won’t hurt you, but you are in for a surprise. Don’t be afraid.”
Anya slipped the ring on her finger. Nothing happened at first. Then she started to notice a strange tingling sensation in her nether regions. That feeling grew more and more prounounced. It felt as if... things were moving around, changing position, growing and shrinking. To Anya’s surprise, it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, it felt kind of good.
She giggled and lifted her head up, trying to see down the length of her body. “What’s going on down there?”
“Something new, which I think you’ll find exciting,” Lantana said.
Anya made a noise that sounded very much like eep as her sexual anatomy gave a final lurch and locked into place. She half sat up and looked down at herself curiously.
She still had her usual allotment of pubic hair (au naturel, as she preferred it). And... that was about the only thing that was still the same.
That ring seemed to have endowed her with a very realistic penis, and a full complement of balls as well.
She put her hands to her mouth, stifling a shriek of alarm. “What’s that doing there?” she cried, pointing at it.
“That,” explained Lantana, “is the equipment you would have had if you’d been born a male instead of a female. It’s all yours, taken right from your genetic code. And don’t worry... things will go right back to normal as soon as you take the ring off.”
“But... so... I’m a man now?”
“Only partially. Only your sexual organs. You still have your breasts. Your womb and ovaries are still safe inside there... if you were pregnant, your baby would be fine. Er, as long as you didn’t go into labor with that ring on. (Try not to do that.) You won’t get hairy and your voice won’t go deep. And it won’t change your sexual preferences. You’re still the same person. You just have some really fun new toys to play with down there.”
“So... it works like a penis and balls are supposed to work?”
“Well, why don’t we find out?”
“Wait a minute,” Anya protested. “Isn’t this kind of a demeaning concession to the patriarchy? I mean... I’m proud of my vagina. Vaginas rule!”
Lantana put her hands on her hips and looked down at Anya severely. “I’m a big fan of mine, as well. But do you want to know what sex feels like on the other side, or not?”
“Yes, please,” Anya said meekly, and without hesitation.
“Okay then. As I was saying, why don’t we find out?”
Anya got a particularly strong whiff of Lantana’s perfume. Her eyelids drooped... that stuff smelled sooo good... and then she came to the realization that her new equipment was beginning to demonstrate its functionality in a very practical way.
She looked over at Lantana, who was at that moment untying her long, luxurious black hair and letting it fall down in a beautiful cascade over her shoulders and back. She smiled at Anya, winked, then let her tongue slide out and used it to pop the top button of her suit.
Anya groaned and closed her eyes. She could feel the way her new little friend was responding between her legs, and was almost afraid to look.
But look she did, and what she saw was… impressive. Even Xander never got this hard this fast, she thought. And that’s saying something. He gets a woody watching Scooby-Doo cartoons.
“A solid eight inches,” Lantana said admiringly. “You would have made a fine, healthy lad.” She slid her skirt off and let it pool around her ankles, revealing the full length of her incredibly beautiful legs.
The perfume scent was stronger than ever now, and Anya almost felt like she was hallucinating as Lantana quickly unbuttoned her shirt and sloughed it off, leaving her fully nude. Her particular species of demon did not truck with underwear, apparently. Or pubic hair.
They did apparently truck with big, magnificent breasts and amazing asses. Lantana put her arms straight up in the air and did a graceful little turn, giving Anya a nice long look at everything.
“You’re so beautiful,” Anya moaned, feeling dizzy.
“Thank you.” Lantana gave an effortless hop that carried her up onto the tabletop with Anya (wow, strong legs... that was a Buffy-like jump). She knelt so that her knees were on either side of Anya’s ankles, then leaned forward and started licking her creamy-white thighs with that prehensile tongue of hers.
Rough and kitten-like on the upper side. Soft and silky on the underside. Wet all over. And it was obvious that if Lantana held a pen with it, she could sign her name quite neatly. This was really some kind of tongue.
Anya shivered and squirmed. “What kind of demon are you, anyway?” she asked dreamily.
“A horny one who likes to sell stuff,” Lantana replied between slurpy licks.
“Oh, I can relate,” giggled Anya.
“Now I’m going to show you why these Love-Locks were necessary,” Lantana declared. Without further ado, she wrapped her tongue around the base of Anya’s ragingly erect penis, and then sent it spiralling up until it was wrapped three times around the throbbing shaft. Then she reversed course and let it slide back off along the same path.
Anya let out a whiny little moan, squeezed her eyes shut and grasped around for something to hold on to… but there was only the smooth tabletop.
As if in a dream, Anya felt soft lips open around the tip of her cock and, with one smooth lunge, felt its entire length engulfed in a warm, smooth, gulping tunnel of wetness. She felt Lantana’s nose bury itself in her blonde curls, and her chin bump against her scrotum. Her teeth clenched so hard she thought they might break, and she felt a cold, shivery fire arise from somewhere deep in her loins and burst forth. She came with all her might, sending gallon after gallon of hot syrup sluicing down into her demon lover’s belly.
Or… at least that had been the plan. Anya opened one eye and realized that the big payoff hadn’t quite happened yet. Somewhere between her balls and the tip of her cock, it seemed to have encountered a roadblock.
“L… Lantana? Miss Lantana?” Anya reached forward and tapped her on her lovely bare shoulder. “Something’s wrong here. I… I don’t seem to be having an orgasm and I really, really need to…”
Five more times in succession, Lantana slowly engulfed Anya’s penis to the hilt, letting it slide all the way out each time before plunging it all the way down her throat again. Crosseyed with desperate need, Anya realized that she was trapped on the finish line. Her toe was right on the chalk, but she couldn’t make it the final fraction of an inch over. Anya almost came and almost came and almost came, over and over and over…
“You see the problem here,” Lantana said at last to her weeping customer, businesslike as ever. “These sensations are so new and so exciting to you that you’d never be able to sustain yourself without some magical help. I can’t give a very effective demonstration if you drown me in the first three seconds, can I?”
“Now, you’re already familiar with how much fun penises can be from the receiving end. Here you’re discovering the kind of pleasure your own lovers have gotten from you. This is the kind of thing you can explore with the Horn Ring, and the Love-Locks ensure that the fun doesn’t end too quickly.”
Almost casually, Lantana scooted up so that she was astride Anya’s hips. “I’m going to take you inside me now, but before I do I’ve got another product I’d like to share with you.” She produced that matching set of silver and gold earrings.
“These are Love Links,” she explained. I wear one, and you wear the other. While we’re wearing them, we’ll both be able to experience the other person’s pleasurable sensations in addition to our own. This is really quite an experience. You’re going to love it.”
Lantana leaned forward, causing the tip of Anya’s cock to brush enticingly against her belly. The earring was a simple clip-on. In a moment, the dangling silver pendant was tickling the side of Anya’s neck.
The enterprising Lantana tossed her hair back and fastened the gold earring to her own right ear. “You want to make sure you’re wearing the earrings on opposite ears,” she said. “Your left ear, my right. If they’re on the same ear you’ll end up sharing everything… pleasure, pain, gas, itches, full bladder… trust me, you just want the sexy part.”
“G… good to know,” panted Anya, taking advantage of this momentary break.
“Wait’ll you feel this,” Lantana said, smiling at Anya with more than a little excitement in her eyes. “This is gonna feel soooo good.”
Anya bit her lip and closed her eyes, wondering what was coming next. Lantana rose up on her knees, guided Anya’s penis between her soaking-wet lips, and sank down slowly.
To be concluded...