Seojun’s two Mistresses pondered Seohyun and Yoona’s query, but even he knew it was a front. To reject the protection of two such powerful demons … no matter how rarely such occurrences happened, all it took was one, and the limits of their abilities as demons were put on full display. Really, it was inevitable.
In light of the deal, there were a few, subtle changes that started to happen: Taeyeon went back to her various duties she had as the chairwoman of various companies, but she seemed to come home earlier than usual; Tiffany would go out to socialize as she usually did, but it seemed like she stayed around the house more than usual. In this way, Seojun felt validated in the lingering uneasiness he was feeling. Being ‘kidnapped’ by Jessica was one thing, especially since he quickly realized there was nothing to worry about. Learning that Sunny was a different type of demon was some indication to Seojun that the world was bigger than he initially thought. He was told that Sunny was more accepting to succubae than most demons, but because of how accepting the Witch was to Seojun and his Mistresses, the only thing he could do was take the implicit warning at face value. The events that transpired the last week or two opened his eyes, and in fact, his mind: the world was much, much bigger than he thought, and there existed much more dangerous, powerful demons out there than the succubae that Seojun previously thought were overbearing in their physical prowess over humans, and even himself.
“Oh, actually, Seojun, I need to pick up something first, ok?” Taeyeon said to Seojun as they were walking back home from work, “You head on home first.”
“Oh, ok.” Seojun didn’t think much of it. Taeyeon wasn’t beholden to reveal every part of her life to him, so her being vague didn’t bother him. He jogged the rest of the way home, and upon opening the door, was greeted with a face full of confetti, balloons, and ribbons. “Wh—”
“Happy birthday!” Tiffany greeted him at the door with a jubilant expression, holding the confetti popper proudly in her hand.
“Huh? Oh, right, it’s my birthday today, isn’t it?”
Tiffany giggled. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve long since forgotten my actual birthdate. The one I have now is one I decided on myself." She looked absolutely stunning, with a frame-hugging purple dress that left little to the imagination, just barely covering the intersection of her legs.
“Is this a thing? Do succubae celebrate birthdays?”
“Happy birthday, Seojun.” Taeyeon’s voice drifted into his ear, hugging him from behind with both arms, her hands presenting the cake she just picked up to him at mid-torso level. “Not often, but it’s your first birthday with us, so of course we have to celebrate it.”
“Is it just us three?”
Tiffany nodded. “Is that bad?”
Seojun smiled back and shook his head. “Everyone else can wait.” It wasn’t lost to Seojun that there may be some ulterior motives in the mind of his Mistresses, in more ways than one. In the last few days, he caught Taeyeon and Tiffany chatting to themselves about something, which he figured had something to do with his recently-acquired aversion to the outdoors. The only exceptions were to go to work and to go shopping, and whenever he wanted to go outside to feel the fresh early-spring air, he stayed within the boundaries of the relatively large estate the three of them were living on.
Should he even be scared of anything, now that he knew he had the protection of Seohyun and Yoona, who seemed to be immensely prideful creatures who would take it as a personal offense if something were to ever happen to him? Probably not, but then again, he thought he was safe as the Succubus Servant of two of the oldest and most powerful succubae in the country. Seojun was well aware that Taeyeon and Tiffany were probably talking about helping him out of this moping around he was doing, so he decided that when they finally pulled the trigger, he could get over his … whatever this was, and be receptive to whatever it was their plan was. So occupied was his mind that he had completely forgotten about his upcoming birthday, until Tiffany reminded him just now.
Taeyeon released her embrace to drop off the cake into the house as Tiffany asked, “What do humans normally do for birthdays these days?”
Seojun shrugged. “Play games, maybe go out somewhere fun like an arcade or bowling or something, eat good food, maybe get drunk? It doesn’t really matter what, as long as you’re having a good time with your friends and family, that’s the important part of a good birthday party.”
“Well, I don’t know about good food or about any fun games, but I do know about something that I thought we could try today.”
Seojun has seen their neighbors and greeted them on occasion. To their right was a couple in their late fifties whose child was now living on her own in the big city, and to their left was a single woman in her early 40s who seemed to only come home on the weekends. Seojun surmised that she lived in the Seoul during the workday and only came out here during the weekends, but seeing as he only has ever seen her once, he couldn’t be sure.
That is to say, there wasn’t much of a reason to be nervous when Taeyeon reemerged, completely in the nude, to pull him out into their lawn and subsequently pulled off his shirt. He barely got to process the mouth-wateringly sexy sight of his first Mistress’s naked body before Tiffany joined in and ripped his pants right off his legs.
It’s unlikely that anyone will see them. It’s a weekday, and so the lady to their left should be working and the older couple to their right has no reason to be out in the afternoon.
“We should make good use of this nice weather, shouldn’t we, Tiffany?”
“I agree, Taeyeon.” Seojun didn’t even have time to blink before Tiffany was, herself, devoid of clothing, the purple dress pooled at her feet that she was now stepping over. The many, many times he’d seen Tiffany’s tits failed to lessen the impact of seeing them out and in the open. “Are you ready for your birthday present?”
“Why is it my present if I’m the one giving something to you?”
Tiffany giggled. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see what the present is before long. I just need to get this bad boy,” having gotten into a kneeling position, Tiffany’s hand ran across his hardening member, stiffening in part to the feeling of Tiffany’s soft, yet warm hand, and in part to the contrastingly cool wind blowing across it, “warmed up and ready to go.”
“You’re gonna…?” At Taeyeon’s silent inquiry, Tiffany looked up and nodded at her partner-in-crime. “Already?”
“Why not?”
Taeyeon shook her head, albeit with a smile on her face. “Nothing.”
“But are we really going to…” Tiffany’s soft, velvety lips pressed against his hardening member, eliciting a hiss from him, “…right here?” Her tongue lolled out, the slick, wet muscle caressing his glans like a mother would cradle her crying baby. A sigh escaped his lips at the sensation of Tiffany’s tongue expertly massaging his cock, dancing around its length and lathering it with a sheen layer of saliva. “What if someone sees?”
“That would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?”
The remark from Taeyeon pulled Seojun out of the lustful stupor Tiffany’s tongue had put him in. Why did she say that like there was something they knew that he didn’t?
“Mmm, but it’s exciting like this, isn’t it?”
Before Seojun could even decide on whether or not he thought the prospect of being caught getting a blowjob by a couple nearly sixty-years-old was hot, Tiffany took nearly his entire length into her sweltering, hot mouth. He let out a more audible groan, his hands automatically drifting to the sides of Tiffany’s head. However, before he could indulge in Tiffany’s immaculate skills with her tongue, she pulled away. “Hm?”
“But it would be a shame to have to move, this is such a nice place.”
“…Right.”
Tiffany giggled at the extremely evident disappointment in his response and his face. “Aww, baby, don’t worry. If you’re that worried about being seen, then all we have to do is to make it so that they can’t see us, right?”
“Even for my tastes, this is a little…”
Taeyeon’s warning fell on deaf ears, and Seojun’s excitement overrode any concerns that might’ve arisen from his first Mistress’s words. “First things first,” Tiffany turned around, spreading her legs nice and wide, spreading her ass with her hands to present her glimmering, soaking wet pussy to him, “Come and fill me up, baby.”
In one step, Seojun’s hands landed on her hips, and in the second, pressed the tip of his dick against her damp pussy lips. Seojun took a second to align himself properly, and then shoved his entire length into her hot sex in one stroke.
“Mmm, Seojun~”
The heat, the wetness, the familiar tightness of Tiffany’s snatch filled his senses. Seojun’s hands tightened around Tiffany’s hips as her own hands fell from her behind and onto her knees. As she moaned, she arched her back into Seojun, pushing her ass flush against Seojun’s crotch, “You better hold on tight, Seojun.”
“…What?” Seojun turned to Taeyeon, who was just smiling mysteriously at him.
“I’m telling you that you’ll want to bend over to hold onto Fany’s boobs.”
“That’s right, come here, baby~”
Seojun needed no further convincing, bending over to reach over and grab a handful of Tiffany’s bountiful chest. “Ok, now—” seeing Taeyeon’s wings unfurl gave Seojun pause, and then feeling Tiffany straighten her back gave him another pause, “—what?”
“Coast clear, Taeyeon?” Taeyeon nodded. “Then,” Tiffany’s own wings unfurled from beneath his armpits. Although there was already enough space, Seojun reflexively shifted his arms up, more so out of shock than anything else. “Going up!” followed by feeling Tiffany crouching into a jumping motion were the only warnings Seojun got before his Mistress burst into the air.
“What the fuuc—” Seojun’s words got swallowed by the wind just as quickly as they left his mouth, probably by the fact that it felt like his heart was in his throat. Flying while being carried by Taeyeon or Tiffany was still a rather novel experience for him, but it was always more enjoyable than not. This, however, felt anything but ‘enjoyable’. Seojun, in fact, felt too startled to even scream; or perhaps the wind was simply stealing his breath before it could leave his throat. By the time Tiffany finally stopped ascending, they were nearly at the level of the clouds. He could clearly feel the coolness, and thinness, of the air, but it wasn’t something that bothered him much anymore, yet another positive byproduct of the various forms of exercise he had been partaking in recently.
“What…”
“Don’t worry, Taeyeon won’t let you fall.”
It was only then that Seojun remembered his dick was still firmly wedged inside Tiffany. “Oh…” He was still hard, rather surprisingly, and the air was considerably colder, but it was bearable, especially with the warmth of Tiffany’s body filling up his hands and loins. His legs were wrapped around Tiffany’s, clinging on for dear life, his hands squeezing Tiffany’s tits so tightly that they were beginning to turn red. When he noticed this, and noticed how stable he actually was, he loosened his grip. “…um…”
“Don’t hold back.”
Seojun couldn’t quite be classified as a ‘human being’ anymore, and despite it having been less than a year with this new body, there were times he could feel it. While not exactly immortal like his Mistresses, there was a certain distance that he just innately felt with the people he saw walking around outside, the cashier ringing up his groceries, even the coworkers he worked with under Taeyeon. This moment widened that gap. It felt like his reaction was certainly in the ‘not human-like’ category: Seojun took just half a second to reconcile the fact that he was many kilometers above the ground, shrugged, and decided to take Tiffany’s proposition.
Using Tiffany’s legs as leverage, Seojun reeled back as much as he was comfortable with and slammed back into her. “Nng!” The air was thinner, the winder was louder, but still, Tiffany’s moan reverberated in his ears. It felt slightly ridiculous, having their legs floating awkwardly in mid air as they were, but it was easy to focus on the twin mounds of plush flesh in his hands and the pussy that was squeezing his cock that repeated battered itself against Tiffany’s cervix. “Yes! Harder!”
The more Seojun reeled his hips back to slam his cock back into Tiffany’s cunt, the better his grip became, the sturdier his legs were around Tiffany’s, and the easier it was to repeat the process. “This kind of depraved stunt…” with every thrust, he could feel Tiffany’s snatch spurting out her juices onto his crotch. He wondered if the fluid was making its way onto the lawn of their lot, or if one of their neighbors’ lawns had the misfortune of suffering a random, light spell of ‘rain’. “…is my birthday present?”
“It’s not something you’d experienced before, right?” It was Taeyeon who was speaking this time, although her voice was just barely audible amidst the high-altitude winds. “So, what’s it like, joining the mile-high club like this?”
“As one of its founding members, I’m glad to indoctrinate another member into the club.” Tiffany was likely being theatrical with the comment, but realistically, Seojun figured it might’ve been possible for her, as one of the first humanoid beings in the world capable of flight, to be among the first to acquire such an ‘achievement’.
“So, you’ve done this a lot, huh?”
“Jealous?” Tiffany turned her head around to shoot Seojun a playful grin.
“Relieved.” It took a while for Seojun to acclimate to the bizarre situation he found himself in, but when he finally found a nice rhythm and a steady position, he was absolutely relentless to Tiffany’s pussy. “Now, I know I don’t have to worry about anything but fucking your tight fucking cunt.”
There was something about the steady beating of her wings that Seojun inadvertently used to sync the motion of his thrusts that was calming. The warmth of Tiffany’s body, the soft and firm texture of her skin, the fact that Taeyeon was also right there, it all massively added to his feeling of security, and the feeling of Tiffany’s plump ass pressing onto his groin and her responding so well to her erect nipples being rolled and gently squeezed added to his drive to continually pound her with every ounce of strength he could muster without firm ground to stand on.
“Mmm, yeah, destroy this naughty little pussy, Seojun~”
“Do you want some help?” Before Seojun could react to Taeyeon’s inquiry, he felt her thin arms wrapping around his nape. “There’s a price to pay, though.”
“I thought it was my birthday, and you two were supposed to be giving me stuff.”
“Such a greedy little pet, are you?” It was strange—Seojun felt indignant at the way those demons called him Taeyeon’s ‘pet’, but when Taeyeon herself called him a pet, and namely, her pet, it turned him on like hell. “Getting such good treatment from his Mistresses, and daring to ask for more?”
“I’m sorry, Mist—” before Seojun could finish that sentence, he could feel something protruding out from near his legs.
“Go ahead and stand on that.” Cautiously, Seojun’s legs came back around Tiffany’s to find a pair of nice footrests that felt to be in the form of hands. “In return…” Taeyeon snaked around his body, ultimately ending with her dripping wet snatch shoved into his face, “…feast, if you would.”
Seojun didn’t even hesitate to dive in, one hand staying on Tiffany’s waist while the other shot up to hold Taeyeon steady, or as steady as he could while she was maintaining her altitude with her own wings, as he pushed his face as deep as it could go between her legs. It barely took two seconds for it to feel like Seojun’s face was completely soaked, but he paid no mind; the steady bobbing of Taeyeon’s body added a bit of natural movement that added to his rhythm, letting his tongue naturally run up and down her slit.
“Mmm, gosh, yes, keep doing that.”
From a third-party perspective, the sight must’ve been strange: three naked humanoid creatures, two females with wings and one male without, one bent over at the waist taking in the cock of the wingless male from a downward angle, standing on a pair of hands protruding outwards from the calves of the bent-over female, while the second winged female’s legs were wrapped around the male’s head, head thrown back and back arched in clear ecstasy from how well she was being eaten out. Strange, for sure, but definitely hot. With how ecstatic the faces of the two ethereal beauties were, with their bombshell bodies on full display, it was probably hard not to find oneself unable to tear their eyes away, regardless of how abnormal the situation was.
But surely, that wouldn’t be a worry they’d need to concern themselves with.
“Fuck, baby, yes, right there! Harder!”
Despite the pair of thighs pressing against his ears and the high-altitude winds drowning out most sounds, Seojun could still hear Tiffany’s loud shouts of pleasure. With the slightly elevated position, Seojun found that he could push down onto Tiffany’s core from a downward angle, and doing so allowed him to hit spots inside Tiffany that their awkward position from before didn’t. So, Seojun took advantage of the situation and slammed into that sweet spot as much and as hard as he could, with the result being a renewed vigor from Tiffany in trying to match his thrusts as much as she could while maintaining altitude.
After establishing a steady rhythm, Seojun’s attention shifted to the delectable feast that was laid out before him: Taeyeon, sympathetic at Seojun’s dual mandate of needing to pleasure both of his mistresses, waited patiently for him to get accustomed to Tiffany first, and at long last was her patience rewarded. Seojun, pushing his face deeper between Taeyeon’s thighs, switched from simply running his tongue along her slit idly to dipping it inside her. His hand snaked its way around to her front, and as Taeyeon was moaning and arching her back at the contact she was holding out on for so long, caught the succubus off guard when his finger found her clit and gave it a firm tug.
“God…”
Taeyeon’s ecstatic sigh was swallowed by the wind, but Seojun didn’t need to hear it to know how much his Mistress was enjoying it. He could tell by the way she shook, the way her hands shot to the back of his head, the way she bucked her hips into his face, and how absolutely dripping wet she was. He could feel her juices splashing all over his face, but they were forgotten about as soon as they dribbled off his chin, and probably joining the hot, messy concoction coalescing on Tiffany’s romp.
Making sure he was giving both succubae adequate attention already took most of Seojun’s concentration, but the steady bobbing from the now synchronized wing-flaps of the two demonesses both threw him off as well as added another element to a rather familiar activity that spiced it up tenfold. It was mentally stimulating as much as it was sexually stimulating, with the cool air and constant winds spreading any fluids that found themselves escaping any of their bodies. And as Seojun neared his climax, with his mouth entirely preoccupied, the only indication that he could give to Tiffany of his impending orgasm was to redouble his efforts, slamming into her so hard that he started bouncing off her firm, round ass.
Tiffany, however, was free to scream her pleasure into the abyss, the harsh high-altitude winds whisking away the sounds of her ecstasy. Seojun could now not hear her, with Taeyeon’s thighs pressing hard on his ears with how tightly her legs were wrapped around his head, but he didn’t need to: the heat her snatch was smothering his length with, the feeling of her tight walls pulsating and pulling on his cock, her pussy sputtering her nectar all over his crotch only to be reclaimed by the wind seconds later, Seojun had enough stimulation to push himself over the edge.
“Mmm, ooh god, yes baby, fill me up! Cover my naughty little pussy with your cum!”
Seojun’s hips relentlessly pounded Tiffany romp as he rode out his orgasm, using her pussy like a sex toy as wave after wave of semen spilled inside the succubus. Tiffany, likewise, shuddered at the influx of life force surging within her body. Having been force-fed an overabundance of the disgusting-tasting life force of other demons, being fed the high-quality semen of her Servant was even more delectable than it usually is. By the time Seojun finished, Tiffany let out a whine in frustration, already missing the stream of hot, viscous sustenance streaming into her pussy and then absorbed into her body. However, in Tiffany’s mind, between her and Taeyeon, it was very clear who had a worse time, so she dared not be as greedy as she usually tried to be. Tiffany reached back to notify Taeyeon that it was now her turn, the older succubus took a few seconds to savor Seojun’s tongue a bit more before pulling away.
Being empowered by two Servant Rituals, any Succubus Servant’s refractory period would’ve been dwindled down to minutes, but the fact that Seojun partook in the ritual with Tiffany, whose Succubus Trait granted her infinite sexual endurance, reduced his refractory period to no more than a full minute. The only thing the three were limited by was the fact that they were many kilometers in the air, and Seojun, being the only one without wings, had to hold onto Tiffany’s waist as Taeyeon unmounted his face and flew around next to Tiffany.
“It’s still pretty scary, isn’t it?”
Seojun was still reeling a little from the stark difference in luminosity of having his head buried between Taeyeon’s thighs to the blinding sunlight, unimpaired by clouds, took a second to process the words, another second to try to blink away Taeyeon’s cum smeared across his eyes without using his hands that were busy keeping himself attached to Tiffany, and another to nod in response. “A little…”
Seojun’s voice was rather timid and therefore came out softly, and while Taeyeon couldn’t hear Seojun’s response, she could read his lips and tell from his body language what he was saying to her. “It’s ok, it’s expected. Why don’t I help you with that, then?”
Taeyeon placed a hand on Seojun’s arm, took a second to pull together her focus, and then, Seojun felt something on his back. From the many times Taeyeon has used her Trait on his body, he knew that the sensation that something was sprouting from his skin was from her Trait, but it wasn’t until he heard a third pair of wingbeats that he realized what Taeyeon did: she attached a duplicate of her wings to his back.
“I haven’t ever tried doing this before, as I’ve never had a need to do so, but hopefully this will serve as a comforting presence.” Taeyeon moved back around to behind Seojun, then saying, “try letting go of Fany. I’m right here to catch you.”
It was an insult to doubt Taeyeon, Seojun knew, but he couldn’t shake human nature: he was a human mere months ago, after all. Now having wings, or rather, being given wings temporarily, Seojun logically knew that he would be fine, and Taeyeon wouldn’t let him fall even if the wings weren’t enough to keep his body weight afloat, but to just let go of the only thing keeping him upright, this high up?
Seojun let out a sigh, did a mental countdown, and let go of Tiffany’s waist and stood up straight. And, sure enough, as the protrusions from Tiffany’s calves disappeared, he maintained altitude.
“Oh wow, that worked so well!” Tiffany said, turning around to watch the spectacle. “Then, we can—” Tiffany, sharing a knowing glance from Taeyeon, stopped herself. “You’re lucky I love you, Taengoo.”
Taeyeon shot Tiffany a smile and wordlessly flew around into Seojun’s field of view. “Do you want to try being the one keeping me up this time?”
“Hm? But…” Taeyeon never fully explained to Seojun what her Trait did, but that was because it seemed to be fairly obvious. The body parts that she manifests are strictly body parts that belong to other people; in other words, despite the fact that the wings were attached to his back, he wasn’t the one in control of them. “…they’re your wings, right?”
Taeyeon only answered by, similarly to Tiffany, presenting her romp to him and bending over. “Think it’ll be easy when you’re fucking both my pussy and my mouth at the same time?” Seojun’s eyes went to Tiffany’s crotch, and sure enough, a very familiar phallus had sprouted from that area.
It was something that Taeyeon and Tiffany had learned a few weeks ago, actually: the benefit of tying Seojun to Taeyeon with the Servant Ritual was that Taeyeon was able to use her Trait on Seojun without direct contact, given they were close enough. However, since Taeyeon had never shared a Succubus Servant with anyone else, it was only hypothesized that, because Tiffany had to tie her own life force with both Taeyeon and Seojun, that Taeyeon could use her Trait on Tiffany. They never had bothered to test the hypothesis until they confirmed it then, and since, Taeyeon took full advantage of it whenever she could.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck your pretty little face, Taengoo.”
“Well, I’m not—” the wind carried away the next few words of the sentence, and by the time Seojun tuned back into Taeyeon’s voice, “—the Trait to share sensations.”
“Where is she nowadays? I miss her.”
“We can do that. Right now, let’s give our birthday boy a good time. Seojun,” Taeyeon turned her head around to look at her ‘pet’ in the eye, “can you do it? You trust Tiffany and I to catch you if it ends up being too much to handle at once, right?”
Seojun nodded. He briefly pondered whose name they dropped when talking about a certain succubus who supposedly had a Trait to share sensations with others, but he figured he would meet this succubus when the time came. He situated himself between her legs and placed his hands on Taeyeon’s hips. Her legs wound around his own waist and latched onto his own butt while Tiffany closed in on Taeyeon, using one hand to guide the cock attached to her hips while the other held her face.
“On three?” Seojun nodded, aligning the cock attached to his own hips to Taeyeon’s core, and Tiffany started counting. “One…” Seojun felt his chest ballooning in anticipation, the combination of Tiffany’s soft hand holding his length and Taeyeon’s velvety lips brushing against the tip of his dick already making him impatient, “…two…” Seojun prodded at Taeyeon’s entrance with his own cock, and from that, he could feel Taeyeon shudder, “…three!”
The simultaneous feeling of both of Taeyeon’s lips stretching around his length as they both forced their ways into the respective holes sent Seojun’s brain into overdrive. No matter how many numerous times he’s experienced all of Taeyeon’s holes, no matter how many he’s experienced simultaneously, Taeyeon never failed to make him feel like it was his first time all over again. It, of course, helped that Taeyeon’s succubus body made it so that she was always as tight as the first time he fucked her with his newly enlarged cock, or even as tight as she felt the first time they met and Taeyeon brought him home, but what equally helped was how novel Taeyeon made every single feeding session feel. Every time, it felt like Taeyeon introduced a unique and interesting way to use her Trait, or a different position, or a different setting, or even using different tools in various ways, and this time was no different. While the feeling of being sucked off while ramming into her pussy wasn’t novel, there were a few aspects of their current position that were.
First of all, Taeyeon had fully retracted her wings, meaning she was, truly, relying entirely on Seojun and Tiffany to keep her upright—and with her legs loosely wrapped around Seojun’s waist, the only other points of connection that she shared with her two pillars of support were the cock that was being forced down her throat and the same cock that was splitting her apart from the opposite side. Secondly, without something to stand on this time, Seojun only now realized how important proper footing was: he found himself having to rely on the wings on his back, angling himself in such a way that each wing-flap partially pushed his length inside Taeyeon’s snatch. It took a while to get used to, seeing as he wasn’t the one in control of the wing’s movements, but it was steady enough that Seojun found himself establishing a rhythm. Third, seeing his cock, which was normally attached to something like Taeyeon’s tail or her hand, sprouting out of Tiffany’s hips was sexy in its own strange way, but also seeing Tiffany relentlessly fucking her fellow succubus’s face with it made it even more so.
“Mmmf, you’re taking this cock so well, Taeyeon.” Although Tiffany couldn’t feel Taeyeon’s throat flexing around Seojun’s cock and her tongue caressing the underside of his length, Tiffany still felt strangely empowered at the sight before her. As a succubus, Tiffany obviously partook in sex with primarily men, but it didn’t mean she had any qualms with women, or succubae, for that matter: the only issue was, most of the time, she didn’t have either the equipment or the reason to. Now, thanks to Taeyeon, she had both, and she fully intended to make the most of it. “Yeah, keep choking on that cock.”
Tiffany was just a Taeyeon torso’s length away from him, but even at that distance, he could barely hear the string of dirty words coming out of her mouth. That became number four: how eager, how willing, how excited, how energetic Tiffany was at the prospect of fucking Taeyeon’s face, and how that enthusiasm was transferred positively into Seojun’s own body, how could Seojun respond in any way but matching Tiffany’s energy?
Taeyeon, with her rather small frame, was being pushed and pulled in both directions, either party willing to stop. Being thoroughly fucked, both her mouth and her pussy, Taeyeon found herself barely able to concentrate on either cock, eventually just succumbing to their wiles; being tossed around like this, being used like naught but a mere sex toy, it turned Taeyeon on like hell. And the coolness of the high-altitude winds serving in stark contrast to the two hotspots on either end of her body, keeping her nipples rock-hard and the rest of her torso cool? It was the cherry on top.
“You look so sexy with this monster cock so deep down your thr—” the rest of Tiffany’s words gradually got drowned out by white noise, which Seojun eventually realized wasn’t white noise as, in his peripheral vision, something caught his eye. And, to his horror, albeit rather far away, was an airplane.
They were flying at a higher altitude, it seemed, and it was far enough away that Seojun could just barely make out the Korea Air logo on the hull of the aircraft, but that was about it.
Surely, no one would be looking, right? Or worse, would anyone see and whip out a phone to record this?
The airplane soared not at them, but slightly askew; it was in Seojun’s vision, and Tiffany, having noticed Seojun slowing down, turned around to follow his eyesight. When she turned back around, the mischievous succubus was wearing a grin. “Afraid that someone’s watching? Or recording?”
Tiffany made sure to shout loud enough for Seojun to hear, but even still, Seojun had to do some lip-reading to verify that he heard the correct words.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry. No one will.”
With Tiffany’s reassurance, Seojun doubled back on that train of thought. In the first place, how often did people look out the window during a flight, anyway? And what were the chances that the one who did were the ones in the seats that were facing them? And then, even given all of that, who was to say they would look in their direction, to see them? Could anyone even see them?
And even if someone did all of that, who would believe such a story? Or who would be fast enough to take a good enough recording before the airplane passed over them?
“But if you’re really that worried, let’s give them something to watch.”
Seojun had an inkling that Taeyeon didn’t know what was going on, simply that the two of them suddenly started going easy on her for no apparent reason. If Taeyeon and Tiffany had traded places, Taeyeon might’ve taken some action just to be sure, but Tiffany was always the wilder of the two. And Seojun? Well, he was but a servant. If his Mistress wanted to put on a show, then Seojun would follow her lead.
“Mmm!”
The muffled interjection, blocked by the cock that was now fucking her face at an increased intensity, arose from Taeyeon’s throat. Seojun had angled himself a bit steeper, making up for the lack of upward support by bringing his right hand underneath and holding her from below. With this new angle of attack, Seojun pierced even deeper into Taeyeon’s core. Every flap of the wings rocked his cock in and out of her blistering, tight hole, and with the fingers of his right hand finding her clit, Taeyeon soon found herself at the precipice of her own climax.
“Don’t worry about anything, Taengoo, just keep being the cock-hungry slut that you are. You want to cum all over this cock so badly, don’t you? You want to feel yourself unravel while this cock fills your mouth with wave after wave of cum?” As the airplane soared past them, Tiffany’s words came into focus, and hearing them pushed Seojun further and faster. Sensing Taeyeon’s impending orgasm, and feeling his own rapidly approaching, the grip on Taeyeon’s lithe body tightened, his toes curled, and a minute later, he exploded.
“MmmMMM!”
And then, sure enough, Taeyeon’s own orgasm followed not long after. The feeling of Taeyeon’s throat squeezing down on his cock, the soft texture of her lips stretching in tandem with the convulsing motion of his cock as Tiffany continued to batter it down her throat, the feeling of her vaginal walls fluttering around his pulsating length as a flood of her own juices washed over it, spilling out their connection and down his legs, drew out the duration of his orgasm, Taeyeon’s throat and her pussy simultaneously milking out every drop Seojun had in him.
After the two of them rode out the rest of Taeyeon’s orgasm, Tiffany extracted the cock out of Taeyeon’s mouth. After making sure Seojun was ready to receive Taeyeon, Tiffany pushed Taeyeon onto Seojun so that she was resting against his chest, his hands securing her abdominal area, still firmly connected at the nether region. Tiffany took a few seconds to scout the area, and then returned shortly to give the two the go-ahead for Seojun to descend slowly with Taeyeon’s wings, Taeyeon herself in tow.
“Makes me wish I had my own wings, flying seems pretty fun.”
Taeyeon laughed. “It is. We can fly around more in the future and help you get accustomed to my wings.”
“You know, Taeyeon, this is one of the first times I wished I had your Trait,” Tiffany said as the two of them landed. As Taeyeon’s feet touched the ground, she dismounted Seojun, her wings retracting from his back before eventually disappearing. “I’ve had flying sex before, but not with the other person doing the flying.”
“Then you go to that club in Hongdae and spend the entire night feeding off ten guys and suddenly, you’re thankful of your own Trait.”
“…yeah, you’re probably right,” Tiffany admitted after a brief second of thought, “but right now, all I care about is the birthday boy.”
Having while suspended so high up in the air was novel and interesting and stimulating in many of the right ways, Seojun missed having solid ground to stand on and to push against. So, as the two of them took turns with getting dicked down by Seojun, sometimes both at the same time, he made sure to take full advantage of it.
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