It was a warm afternoon that was sliding into a temperate night. The fresh smells of spring washed over St. Agatha's and deeply saturated ever surface. Long shadows had started to spread across the landscape. A gentle breeze tickled at every bit of Aphex's exposed skin. The sound of two female co-eds making out in their hidden spot where a tree covered a building corner drifted along too, sprinkled with the occasional moan. While the two sexy ladies were probably not going to move beyond heated snogging and heavy petting anyone within earshot might get a bit randy themselves. It was the perfect sort of night to rub one out, Aphex had decided. So that's what the imp was working on doing.
His mistress was busy with a faculty meeting and would be for some time yet. The demon didn't have anything else to do so he was beating the 'little demon'. Not that Aphex would every say his dick was tiny, in fact he was pretty well hung... for an imp. Right now he half-lounged inside a shadowed gable and daydreamed. His tail lashed up and down in counter-point to his claw as it slid along rigid shaft. It was easy to imagine the lesbian's fingering one another; sharing dollops of love-honey on outstretch fingers to one another's needy lips. His smoldering eyes were squeeze nearly shut with a few motes of fire occasionally falling out of the side. A long trail of sticky and salty excitement oozed from his tip only to be swept up by palm and moved back down his quivering need. Unlike Eddie the imp knew to be somewhere private when he whacked off. In his imagination the two Lesbos invited him over to join in, needing a stiff rod to get them both over the edge. That probably wouldn't be the case but sexual fantasies never made much sense. His eyes finally slipped shut and he let himself be totally enraptured by the visions of sugar-plumbing dancing in his wee head. His pleasure spiked and Aphex resigned himself that he wasn't going to stop stroking now until he came.
A startled whimper popped out of his needle-filled mouth as a small and rough tongue lapped at his ball sack. Halted breaths followed after the small sound and his eyes flew open. The off-white cat lapped at his testicles, dragging her tongue with much appreciation over the seam of flesh between the two semen-filled globes. A soft-pawn settled on his hand to keep it curled in place before she nuzzled at the side of fingers. Then her pink tongue brushed up drags of pre-cum and she started to purr. Her bright burning eyes narrowed with pleasure.
"Tangy?" Aphex nearly choked out the name.
In response the cat sneezed and slid back a step. Infernal fire rolled over her fur. It was all singed away rapidly and the meat beneath rolled as it bubbled. By the time flames reached her tail all that remained to be sculpted into her true impish shape was the tip. It distended outwards in a flare of flesh before constructing back to a heart like shape. She stood up and cocked one her hips to the side, while the tail curled around front and teased at her small pussy. The flat head of the heart-shape brushed up and down the peach-link rise between her thighs. Simmering juices dripped out. "What other cat's have you had licking your balls, Aphie?"
"Not a one." He flashed a sharp smile to her as he let go of his cock. Their small voices didn't carry very far, nor did the smell of sulfur around them. Most wouldn't find Tangent anywhere near sexy, but she was put together in all the right ways for another imp. Her hips were slim and sharp, aching to spread and have his between them. He could only assume her ass was still skinny as well but just the right shape to roll against his rutting hips. She stroked a hand along the pit of her sunken stomach and over the round of one breast with its flush of rich crimson for a nipple. Tangy had always been a bit top-heavy for her tiny size -- not that Aphex minded one bit. Like him she had a sharp chin and upturned nose along with tiny horns. She'd been one of the lucky little demons of their breed to be born with hair on her head. How the rich red mane had never erupted into fire from the constant scalding heat that came off of her skin was anyone's guess.
"Please, we all know you've been tonguing yourself. You sick fuck." Tangy wiggled her charred body with a great deal of pleased amusement though.
Aphex snickered and sat up. "I'm so not going to answer that."
"What? I lick my cunt all the time. It's tasty, or have you forgotten?" The small, but lewd, devil took a atep closer. Her thighs rolled with the motion and her smile remained in place. A few wisps of flame danced along her sides.
"And what if I have?" Aphex cheeky response was countered quickly by his rival. The tip of her tail was offered out just above his chapped lips. The heart-shaped bit of flesh dipped like a flower leaf that was too heavy with dew. He gladly stuck out his boiled tongue to flute every last drop down his throat. Now it was his turn to pull.
Tangy, as usual, was as base as her favorite lover. She settled down between his legs while he continued to wallow on her hot juices. Her tender palm squeezed at his sac and she sighed in a heated way. Her teeth were used to barely prick along the edge of his crown. "I caught you right before you sprayed all over your fingers and chest didn't I?"
"Pretty much yeah. " As her tail started to curl away his mouth chased after it. His teeth sank into the sensitive tip so he could suckle and wallow. Whatever he said next was muffled by the full mouth.
Even though the bite to her tail hurt the female imp didn't pull away. Instead she straddled his thighs and stroked steaming labia against the flat length of his meat. When the cock lurched she moaned, more sinful than either woman within earshot. "Well then. I guess I'm just going to have to steal all that cum instead, aren't I?"
Aphex let go, leaving a trail of saliva between his maw and her tip. "How about I just give you ever last drop?"
"Only if you fuck me hard, Aphie. I've been aching to be pounded by you for so very long." She bucked her hips against his. Her folds spread and let him in, a fresh whimper bubbled out of her when his crown crushed against her clit. "Fuck me, please. I had to track you down by the smell of your pre."
"Such a greedy slut." He cackled. Neither of them ever shied away from using the foulest of language. He shifted his hips until he was ready to spread her with his thickness, and he did hard. As usual her inner walls had just enough give for his girth to fill her. As he pushed up in a rough manner she grunted as she spread her legs wider and worked on impaling herself.
"Oh shit. You're so fucking hard, Aphie." Her back arched and breasts bounced as they started to copulate. She knew she was embarrassingly wet but it was good to have his rod sinking in deep and already so close to bottoming out. With any luck she'd go away feeling like he'd bruised her up deep inside. "That's it, split me wide open."
He reached out and pressed her clit against his cock as he kept rolling his hip in tight brutal circles against her needy hips. His eyes sparked with fresh flame as visible pleasure twitched through her stomach muscles and took hold of her lungs and voice box. She raggedly called out his name. "I take it they've not seen-"
She clamped a hand over his mouth, squeezed and scowled. Her tattered wings snapped wide with irritation. "Shut the fuck up and cum in me."
