Hello, Literotica! This is my first attempt at erotic stuff, hope that you all like it! As a disclaimer, I realize that I did not add too much homosexual stuff to the orgy scene, and I apologize - I'm worried about not being able to do it right and given the narrative circumstances wanted to give it proper time if I were to attempt it. Also, there are some... Biological allowances that I've made due to the main characters being slavering sex demons. No worries, I know the human body can't do that. That aside, I hope you all get a kick out of it! Or, ideally, an orgasm!
Raze and Char stepped out of the crosswalk and onto the curb in front of the little office park.
"This place looks perfect," Char said, grinning. "Four huge office buildings clustered around one little fountain and some grass. No obstructions, thin trees. Everyone'll be able to see us from here."
"Fuck, that's a relief," Raze sighed, rubbing at her stomach, "I'm fucking hungry."
"Ugh, me too. Are the disguises still good?" Char looked at Raze, her dark hair, her smooth, pale skin, her large breasts barely concealed under a thin tank top. She had chosen to wear - or have the appearance of wearing - a pair of high heels and stockings that reached up her thighs and a short jean skirt. If he peered hard enough, he could see past her illusion; glimpse her dark eyes, her horns, her tail. Char sighed. Disguises sucked.
Raze checked over Char's blazer, his shirt, his jeans, his hair. No horns showed through the illusory curtain, and his tattered wings remained concealed. She reached up and ran her finger's through her lover's hair, and Char smiled and bowed his head slightly as she petted him affectionately.
"Let's start this soon, okay?" the incubus asked, his eyes closed in quiet contentment, "I'm pretty sure that wearing clothes is about the absolute worst thing I've ever had to endure."
"I hear that," Raze said, drawing her fingers from Char's hair and smiling. "This'll be a pretty big score, though. Let's see if we can pull it off, yeah?" Char nodded, and the two walked into the cluster of buildings toward the small office park. Char gave a discreet glance sideways and watched as Raze's rack bounced and jiggled with every step she took. He felt a pang of alarm - even through his human disguise, if his cock got too hard, it could tear through the flimsy human denim and end their little heist before it began.
"If we manage to draw a big enough crowd, we should do that thing we do with the cum," Raze said.
"You think so?" Char asked, snapping him out of his trance.
"Oh yeah, humans love the taste of your cum. You remember how Peru went? Let's try that on a bigger scale."
"I don't know..."
"C'mon, I do it in private all the time. I can handle it here if you can fill me up." Raze grabbed Char's hand and pulled him closer, gnawing playfully on the shoulder of his jacket.
"Alright, I'll give it a shot. You think we'll get that far?" Char asked.
"Yeah, totally. I'm hungry and I'm ready to roll if you are."
"Shit yeah, I am. Especially now you got me thinking about Peru."
"Ooh, wonderful. Then we'll get an enchantment going and let our little show do the rest."
The two had made their way to the middle of the park, where a fountain trickled lazily. They picked a spot off-center, so that they had a wide uninterrupted span of pavement around them, and looked around. It was early enough in the morning - foot traffic poured in and out of the buildings and parking garages and roads as humans of all shapes, sizes and colors began their workday.
"Oh man, they are NOT ready for this," Raze purred, tightening her grip on Char's hand. Even through her illusion, she felt her slobbering succubus pussy begin to pour forth in anticipation. The waiting was almost too much.
"You ready to go, then?" Char asked, breathing in her scent.
"Oh sweet misguided God, yes," Raze breathed. She walked in front of him, taking long, slow steps so that her ass twitched under her skirt. He approached her from behind, pulled her close to him, and bit gently into her neck.
Char began to knead Raze's tits through the thin material of her tank top. In the sunny park square, a couple of passersby began to turn their heads as Raze groaned and arched her back under Char's hands. He traced his fingers up her waistline and lifted the lip of her shirt, revealing the underside of one breast and causing a few men to turn, but he released it and continued to squeeze at his partner's magnificent chest.
"You're enjoying yourself too much," Raze whispered, before cutting herself off with a moan as Char pinched at her nipple.
"I always do," Char growled into her ear, "But I've never heard you complain. Think we should move on? We've got a bit of a crowd now."
Raze nodded dreamily, and Char spun her around and forced her to her knees. Regaining her senses, Raze unbuckled Char's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his jeans, pulled out his massive, throbbing cock and shoved it hilt-deep into her mouth in what seemed like one fluid motion. It was Char's turn to groan as Raze pulled back on the shaft, feeling the head of his dick slide out of her throat and past the back of her mouth only to slam it back in again, sliding the solid but giving length down her throat until she could feel her partner's balls rest against her chin.
The crowd had begun to thicken as the spectacle drew them in. Members of the surrounding complexes, interns and officers alike, had been drawn to the circle of observers as Char and Raze moaned and sucked. Men and women twenty to sixty began to whisper to each other about the young couple in front of them - the men about the way She sucked so passionately, about the way Her tits bounced and jiggled with each animalistically slobbering thrust, and the women about His long, thick cock and the way He bucked under Her and pulled at Her hair while She worked on Him.
The two demons shared a discreet look at the audience. Cocks had begun to bulge against slacks, stains of precum already beading on the material. Juices had begun to trickle from under power skirts as the pussies within began to drool with anticipation. This was a good start.
Raze pulled Char's cock out of her mouth with a long, sucking pop and stood slowly, making sure that his dick traced the long cleft of her cleavage before it caught on the edge of her tank top and pulled upward in her ascent, releasing like a springboard when she passed. Raze smiled and pulled Char in for a long, slow kiss and their tongues snaked together as they brought each other's bodies close. Raze stripped off Char's blazer and dropped it to the ground, reached one fingernail to the back of his shirt collar and drew a sharp line to his waist, slicing the material in two and revealing a taut, muscular back. Raze grinned, pulled back from their kiss, and removed Char's shirt with one clean yank as it slid off his arms.
Raze allowed herself to trace her fingers over Char's broad chest once, quickly, before turning her back to her partner and raising the hem of her skirt to reveal her tight, round ass and her plump, glistening pussy. Char gave another growl, stepped forward, grabbed Raze by her wrists, and pulled her backward onto his enormous cock, which her slim body seemed to swallow whole.
Their congregation gasped. Flies were unzipped, skirts were lifted, shirts unbuttoned. Men and women alike began to masturbate furiously, grunting and moaning as they watched Char plow into Raze. Juice flowed from Raze's pussy in a steady stream and Char's muscles flexed and relaxed in an undulating dance as the two slammed into each other. Char grunted and Raze screamed like a song. Raze's back arched and her breasts bounced hypnotically as Char plowed inside her, and she gave an elated, whispering groan as her tits leapt free from her low-cut tank top through the force of their own momentum.
For many men in the crowd, that was the turning point - the sudden exposure of Raze's heavy, firm tits and the shuddering of her perfect round ass as she was penetrated repeatedly by a cock that looked like it shouldn't fit inside her was too much for them. They ejaculated onto the concrete around the couple, staining the slate grey with milky white as they shuddered and poured their seed into the ritual circle. For the first time in years, many of the men found that they remained hard, sharp, aware, and hungering to behold more of the two divinely sexual beings before them.
