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There were just so many good choices. Evan was already perilously close to cumming just flipping through the pages. The kobold wasn't exactly supposed to even possess the forbidden book of demon summoning, but he had a way of getting his hands on such things. He simply had to know what was inside. With a trembling grip, he slowly stroked up and down the length of his bright pink shaft, idly panting, trying not to outright drool as he flipped his way through the lovely hand-drawn portraits of various horrors and monstrosities. All he had to decide was which one he was going to summon in pursuit of a good time.

When he came across Evelyn, he knew he could stop lustfully browsing. Halting on the page, he sat there with his legs spread wide, the book plopped between his thighs while he edged himself a little just looking over the sketch of the lovely skunkbear. Such an ample, soft-looking woman like her was sure to make a kobold's dreams all come true. Even a demoness surely couldn't' resist the opportunity to dominate such an adorable 'bold. That was what Evan was banking on anyway. The pulsing ache of his shaft didn't exactly assist him in making careful decisions. It was throbbing hard enough to fling the occasional strand of precum across his fingers and palms, or the floor. He just had to hope he didn't mess something up about the summoning process.

It was easier than he expected. He didn't even have to draw anything! And there he had various shades of chalk all ready to go. Instead, it was just a matter of placing his palms down flat and carefully reciting what was written while in a prostrated, almost worshipful pose. It was almost like she wanted to be summoned. He just had to make sure to get all the words right. The pose didn't exactly make reading easy, but he remained there, with his nose pressed down flat to the pages, eyes scanning along the arcane words. It was time to start chanting.

Now and then he stumbled. It was probably fine. He paused to reposition his nose so he could see the rest of it, but before he even finished, there was a thunder-like crackle. Recoiling sharply, he scrambled back across the floor, dick waving around the whole time while he watched in awe as the womanly silhouette of the skunkbear appeared before him. More and more of her details filled in the longer he watched. She went from a purplish mist to a fully formed, soft and curvy succubus. Maybe she was a little bigger than he thought, but he could work with that just fine.

When she shook off the effects of the summoning, Evelyn took one good long look at him and just broke into a broad smile. Such an expression contrasted with her pose, all hands on her hips, sternly standing over his fallen form.

"Oh, my my my. What do we have here?"

Her voice was soft enough to calm Evan down a little just to hear it. She didn't make him any less horny though. The slow swish of her extraordinarily thick skunk tail mesmerized him, when he wasn't simply staring into the enticing violet of her eyes. She licked her chops just once, very briefly, then leaned herself down to get closer to his level, bust bouncing with her every little movement.

"My dear, do you have any idea what you're getting into? I don't mean to be harsh, but that summoning, well - you didn't quite get that right, did you? Now I stand here before you completely unbound, able to do anything I want to my summoner." Then she gave a chuckle. "Or was that the whole idea, hmm?"

Evan managed a little squeak. He wasn't scared so much as he was simply transfixed. And aching with the need to cum, that too. She certainly didn't miss that detail. He swore he felt her gaze moving down his body until she settled on the sight of his positively dripping cock. Then there came her tongue again, a brief dash of unnaturally long, flexible purple across her lips. She took a deep breath and as if drinking in his lust, then just nodded to him.

"Such a cutie. You need a big mama skunky to take good care of you, don't you? Well now. I'd be delighted to make you feel good, sweetie. You just relax, and let me do what I do best. What's your name, honey?"

"Ah!" came Evan's gasped response. He scanned to the right and left as if he didn't even remember the answer to her question. Then he blurted it out as soon as it came to him. "Evan. My name's Evan."

"Mmm. Evan ..." she whisper-moaned to herself.

He wondered what the significance of that was. The succubus had his name now. Did that give her power over him? More than what she had already by simple virtue of being who she was, anyway. He was utterly overtaken by her presence, by her naked shapes and her tempting softness. There was no need to exert any sort of actual magical, demonic control over him when being naked was plenty enough. He didn't move much as she stepped forth, looming tall over the fallen kobold. She extended her hand.

"Up you get. Tell me, Evan ..."

Once again, she seemed to put special emphasis on saying his name, as if it was a new precious possession of hers. She helped him stand on shaky legs, gazing up at her smiling face. The sight was of course partly blocked by the ample shape of her bust, and her belly too. He stood breathing slowly, deeply, taking in her scent, her supremely unnatural succubus pheromones. Every moment he spent in her presence was one that drove him even deeper into need. He felt like he could have blown a load right then and there without so much as a single stroke, but he suppressed that pending ecstasy to instead cling to her every word as she continued her inquiry.

"Just what did you expect when you summoned one such as me here tonight? Did you think it through first, or was it little more than an impulse, perhaps? I am certainly delighted to see you either way."

"Ah, well, I ..." he started, then nervously scratched the back of his head. "I guess I wasn't really thinking about it too much. That's sort of the whole point. Whatever happens, it's your decision. I just want to go with whatever you want to do ..."

Evelyn gave a slow nod and patted the kobold on the head.

"That's about what I wanted to hear. We're going to have so much fun together, Evan. I am glad you summoned me."

With that, she reached down and rather effortlessly picked him up. He didn't way much, but even then, he felt weightless in her soft grasp, like he was drifting away on a cloud. Nor did she appear to apply much muscle to him either. A demoness like her simply worked differently. She could carry him in her clutches without any concern for dropping him, pulling him closer and closer until she could nuzzle her nose right against the end of his snout. She gave him a little nuzzle and he nuzzled her right back, eager to enjoy every little touch, even if it wasn't necessarily horny in itself. He got pleasure just from being close to her.

Part of that of course was no doubt thanks to pressing his shaft firmly into her fur while she hugged him close. He found a spot comfortably nestled into that ample fluff just below her bust, slowly grinding on her, ever so slightly. He didn't do anything drastic. It was all about what she wanted, and how she wanted to treat him. She took it close, breathing him in, rubbing her cheek against his, pressing her lips down to his collarbone until she finally planted a deep kiss there on his bare scales. Though it was such a simple show of affection, there was something about that smooch that filled him with a sense of deep, contented satisfaction the likes of which no orgasm could have ever reached.

He still wanted to cum though. All in time. He lost himself in her as she made her way to his lips, meeting them in an expert kiss he struggled just to equal. First it was gentle, but she leaned into it more and more the longer she held him close. They eventually found themselves against a wall together as she backed him up, bracing him against that solid surface just to make out with him all the deeper. He tasted her tongue cresting along his own after pushing past his lips. The heat of her breath in his mouth made him shiver with delight, made him drool a little as she shared her sweet, succubine saliva. It was a taste worth swallowing.

She made him moan with nothing more than a kiss, pressing deep until he wondered if he might just slip right inside her mouth. For much they drooled on one another, he had to assume she found him just as tasty as he found her. The thought didn't frighten him. She was so gentle, so soothing just to be around that he trusted her with everything she wanted to do to him. Maybe a part of him was even slightly disappointed when she pulled back at last, leaving his features all nice and glazed, plastered with warm saliva, dripping with the remnants of their sloppy makeout session. She offered him a flirty look as she worked her flexible tongue all along her lips, cleaning up as much of the wetness as she could. Her muzzle still glistened nicely even after that seductive slurp.

Maybe she noticed how closely he followed every motion of her tongue with his gaze. Maybe she just wanted to use it on him. She held him quite still while she slathered him up with some truly supreme slurps, massaging him with the elegant touch of her tongue all along his face. She licked every feature, tasted every little detail as she covered him in her precious drool, dripping for him while she thoroughly soaked him. It wasn't until his face was utterly coated in her warm saliva that she moved on, bringing a desperate little yip from him as she dipped down past his chin and along his throat, working her way to more and more intimate reaches of the small 'bold's body.

He huffed for her as she licked his chest. He giggled a little at the ticklish touch of her tongue across his belly. But when she moved all the way between his legs to give his pulsing prick a little smooch, he didn't even know what sound to make. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was a captivated silence he displayed while she took some slow licks across his shaft. She treated him carefully, making sure he didn't blow just yet. The soft strokes of her tongue were just enough to edge him while she cleaned up some of that mess he was making. All those juices leaking from him flowed in thin jets of watery stuff, and she lapped them up with slow, broad strokes of that thick purple slurper until he was relatively clean. For a few moments anyway.

Simply feeling her breath puffing over him would have been enough to make him cum if he wasn't exercising such impressive willpower. He swore it was getting warm the longer she lingered on his flavour. Another nudge of her nose against his groin and she nuzzled in right beside his cock, smooching at it, letting him throb and twitch and squirm all over while she clutched him like a captive. A little part of him wanted to beg her for more, to whimper until she sucked him dry and then some, no matter how presumably dangerous it might have been to fully give himself to a succubus like her.

Finally, she slipped free, but not without one more smooch to his tip for the road. She smacked her lips and raised her face to his, simply dwelling there to let him swim in her gaze, breathe what she breathed, to marinate in her scent while he projected his subservient adoration without so much as a word. He was attentive to her every touch, sometimes wriggling a little when he found himself overwhelmed, but mostly he was a patient, eager recipient of everything she wished to give to him.

"Ahh, you are a good boy, a delicious boy. There was just so much this body can do with you. Allow me to ponder on it ..." she told him. Her voice had dropped lower, softer than before. She spoke quietly but he didn't miss a single syllable.

While she considered, she subtly directed him down, pulling him along until she could tilt herself over his own bed. She was a little big for it, serving as a warm, soft blanket draped all over his entire body. He ended up with his face pushed firmly between her breasts, completely overtaken by the shape of them. It might have been called smothering, but that seemed far too harsh a word for it. Evan felt instead like he was simply immersed in the comfiest pillows he'd ever felt, left sniffing her fur and nuzzling into her cleavage as she rubbed that ample bust against his face, slowly swaying back and forth.

She put plenty of his weight down on him in the process, but she was ever so soft and plush that it only added to his comfort. He found himself with his shaft buried in her silky fur once more, slowly rubbing back and forth, spreading a trail of his precum as it constantly oozed from his flexing, utterly engorged cock. Now and then he let out a little squeak of a moan, even a whimper. She gently shushed him and pressed down a little more firmly on his face, overtaking his voice, making him swim in her softness while she ever so tenderly rubbed her way back and forth across his body.

"Good boy, good boy. I can feel how much you love my body. Perhaps it's time you showed your appreciation a little more."

Evelyn kept him there for a while yet, smooshed and content, but she eventually pulled herself off his face. It was only then that he realized he really needed some air. A few gasps were enough to get him steady again. He hardly felt any strain. Every moment of being with her was one of utter comfort, ignoring everything but for the pleasure of his touch. He watched her rise, suppressing the urge to just seize hold of his shaft and frantically jerk himself to a finish at the mere sight of her naked form. It would all be worth the wait, he was certain. He didn't want to ruin it.

The slow sway of her tail was a mesmerizing one. He watched it darting back and forth with his eyes open wide. His gaze got even wider when she made an elegant twirl of her hips, turning her tail towards him as she rose up high on her knees. It was the first time he really got a good look at the folds of her sleek, warm sex. The richness of the pheromones emanating off of her was enough to evoke a narcotic effect on the eager kobold. He drank her deeply as she lowered her rump down, making a seat of his face with his snout wedged ever so firmly up against her pussy. She engulfed him from nostrils to lips in the tender grip of her slick folds, firmly squeezing around the first inch or two of his muzzle while she rode him like a mount.

Of course, she made sure to press down just right on his face to keep him engulfed but comfortable the whole time. A slow back and forth rub and grind got her started, and he took that as indication to start licking right away. Maybe he was a little too eager at first with his tongue. He heard her lightly chuckle when he jabbed it out and wiggled it all over, frantically trying to taste every single detail of her honey-sweet sex all at once. He couldn't help it. She tasted so good he could hardly believe the sensations sparking through him in response to that rich ambrosia on his tongue. Only when he managed to calm himself down a little did he start tending to her with a little more expertise and care.

Every slurp, every little back and forth stroke of his tongue brought him even more pleasure. He would have been moaning out loud if his mouth wasn't already so busy. Breathing deeply through his nose while he served as her throne and ate her out from beneath those ample curves, he swam in her scent, in her essence, allowing it to almost completely overtaken his mind. He could feel his own precum outright pouring down onto his belly while he salaciously sampled her sweet nectar, drinking her liquid lust right down while she blessed him with the occasional musical moan to tell him he was doing a good job. Just knowing that was enough to make him blush even hotter than he was already, but she went ahead and drove him wilder with her approving words.

"Ohhh, such a tongue on you, Evan! You know how to treat a lady, don't you? I think you're a keeper ..."

For just a moment he swore he detected something a little darker in her inflection, though he'd been rendered half mindless in the sensory swimming pool of her pheromones. He hardly even knew what words meant anymore. She lingered there atop him for a while longer, lightly squeezing his head between her cushy thighs to make sure he stayed nice and wedged there against her pussy, drinking her, breathing her, worshipping her with the steady application of his tongue across every detail of those petals he could possibly reach. Each lick brought him a rich new sample of her flavour, for all its intricacies and facets, leaving his mind spinning through ecstasy and adoration the whole time she relaxed there on his face. Part of him just wanted to thank her out loud for sitting on him, for how much he was enjoying the whole experience.

He did have to breathe eventually. As much as he wanted to survive on her scent alone, she allowed him to gasp his way back to stability. She cupped his cheek with her palm and cooed to him happily, slowly swishing her tail, then swinging it over her shoulder so he could get a better glimpse of it. His vision was a bit blurred after all that, but it was still the cleanest look he'd managed to get of it yet. For a moment he thought he was seeing double. There was her kind face there, smiling down at him, and then there was another, similar yet simpler, a pointed muzzle and a broad smile poised there at the very end of her extra-fluffy skunk tail. It slowly opened its mouth to show him its tongue.

Evelyn's tail maw had an even thicker tongue than her usual one. She extended it to let some drool rain down on the already-soaked kobold, then just made a show of elaborately licking her chops with both mouths at once. He couldn't do much more than stare. It wasn't anything like he'd ever seen in anything but drawings, and it was so much wetter than he ever expected. That tail maw was every bit as drenched as her sex after a good kobold-slurping, looming close and closer, casting its four-fanged grin down at him.

"Don't be scared, Evan. You've been so good to me. I want to give you something very special as a reward," she assured him.

"Special?" he squeaked.

"Oh yes. Just relax, dear. Trust me to take good care of you. I'll give you exactly what you need."

It was easy to simply submit to her gentle touch, even if he was a little nervous. Taking a deep breath that puffed out his chest, he slumped down and gave a little nod, as much to himself as to her. He saw her smile - and her tail did too. Then it started curling around him like a silky snake, wrapping him up as it wound around and around his body. Soon he found himself hefted right up into the air with his arms pinned firmly to his sides, his legs squeezed together, his shaft sliding back and forth against her thick tail fur while she pulled him around the front of her. One more gentle kiss on his forehead from her regular mouth was the send off before that tail maw took charge, laying a big, slobbery slurp on his whole face at once with that thick tongue while she gently constricted him within the serpentine grasp of her tail. Then that tail maw gaped wide.

Evan couldn't help but give a shaky gasp as he watched that other mouth opening up like a flower, baring its purple maw flesh, dripping, glistening, utterly soaking wet in anticipation of his arrival. Evelyn was as gentle as ever, slowly wrapping that mouth over his face, really taking her time letting him slide in along her tongue until his cute little face pressed into something like a gullet. It was a long one, a whole tunnel of warm, constricting flesh, slowly kneading around his features while she started gulping him down, inch by inch. As much as she could have easily devoured him in seconds, she instead savoured him, sucking on him, sometimes harmlessly nibbling on him, massaging him into the warmth of her hungry tail while it slowly unwound itself from around his squirming body.

He couldn't help all the wiggling. It just came naturally when he was enjoying himself so much. Soon his nervousness all fell away in favour of being utterly enraptured by the experience of being swallowed whole by the big soft skunkbear's tail. She made sure his passage into her body was as pleasant as possible, squeezing the tension out of his shoulders before slurping them in, working down his narrow chest and belly, licking up between his legs. His cock splurched atop her soaking tongue, mixing drooling pre with all that excess tail-saliva he helped her produce. That snakelike maw sucked on him a while, stealing away his light masculine flavour while he slurped his shaft, driving him to the very edge of pleasure. Released awaited him. Just a little deeper, and he was going to get everything he ever wanted.

"Mmm ... gllp gllp gllp ... " Evelyn imitated the sound of swallowing as she had her feast. "Almost gone. Then you can have your reward."

The mimicry was hardly necessary. The gulping sounds echoing all around the trapped kobold were loud enough already. He wriggled just a little more, but the urge to simply relax and accept everything that was happening was a more powerful force. He'd been good. Surely he'd earned whatever awaited him at the end of his long, slippery slide through her bulging tail. A little shrug of that secondary maw rolled the 'bold deeper into her tail, and from there Evelyn focused on finishing off her unconventional meal in long, hungry swallows. A lengthy slurp along Evan's legs, then a curl of that fat tongue beneath his feet tucked him away, sealing him behind those covert lips as the tail maw closed right back up, hidden once more. All that remained was to send the cute little kobold's body all the way down.

In the longest, most satisfying gulp yet, Evelyn rolled her body back and forth, undulating with the pleasure of gently consuming her prey. Evan rode all the way down, slipping and sliding through the fleshy tunnel, until he finally hit some slight resistance at the base of her tail. That didn't last long. One more good squeeze around his body pushed him forward and into the succubus' stomach from that alternate entrance, which sealed right back up behind him. A secret passage, of sorts. A demoness' body was full of surprises of course. She wasn't done revealing them just yet. He'd hardly even settled inside her bulging belly before she started the stimulation.

There was no digestive process to speak of. The chamber was entirely absent of any acidic scents, any churning or squeezing. The only kneading came from the outside, as she happily cooed and rubbed at the outline of the kobold trapped there inside her soft gut. But there was something moving in there other than Evan. At first it was an alarming sensation to have something stroking him from all sides when he couldn't even see a thing. But the smooth, slippery appendages that ran across his body were gentle, if still insistent. He thought they might have been separated creatures at first, but by the sound of Evelyn's muffled moans, she was in full control of everything those hidden belly-tentacles did to him.

First, they lightly bound his limbs, gripping him by the wrists and angles. It was some wholly unnecessary bondage, really. He wasn't going anywhere, and already couldn't move much anyway. Though being tugged and spread out like that did make him even more excited. She stretched him out and left him fully exposed to all the pleasure she wanted to give him. They felt so smooth, so silky on his bare scales. They tasted good too. He discovered that when one eased its way past his lips to slowly, gently penetrate him, streaking its enticing slime across his tongue as it delved deeper, deeper, getting his eager suckles in return.

Of course, it wasn't at all one-sided. She went right for where he was most sensitive. There was no more waiting. All his patience was going to pay off at last. She curled one of the thinner tentacles around his shaft, giving it a constricting squeeze like a snake, all in the right places. Another opened up much like the tail maw, separating into four segments at the tip only to latch on like a succulently slimy leech, slurping and suckling his stiff shaft until he whimpered around the one in his mouth. Even when she took her time and treated him carefully, it was still so much, so fast. So much pleasure, building him to ecstasy, then higher, higher, ascending him into something he could hardly even bear. But he loved every second of it.

The sloppy schlurping left him wriggling like mad, which made the tentacle prodding under his tail have a hell of a time actually finding its spot. She was patient. Rubbing and stroking until the scales of his rump were glistening even more than they were already. Finally, she pushed inside him, penetrating him smoothly, wetly, like splashing a warm liquid inside of him. There was no stretch or strain. Her inner tentacles perfectly confirmed to whatever part of him she was busy pleasuring. She pumped deeper, deeper, reaching places he'd never felt stimulated before. He did his best to suck on her just to show his appreciation, but mostly he was just a vessel for pleasure, absorbing everything she wanted to give to him, everything she wanted to take from him.

"It's a wonderful experience, isn't it Evan? I can feel your pleasure shining inside my depths. I want to make you cum so, so very hard, sweet thing."

Her words rang clear even over all the slurping sounds. They didn't even sound muffled, as if spoken directly into his mind. They sounded like permission to him. It was time to finally let go, to embrace the delight she brought him. He splayed himself out even more, flexing his toes, curling his tail, letting himself focus on the collective pleasure of the plunging strokes under his tail and the gripping, kneading sucks around his cock. Orgasm welled up hotter and hotter inside him, rumbling through his body, sending him into a series of shocking convulsions that might have seemed concerning if he wasn't experiencing such enrapturing pleasure. One more jolt, one more hump against that tentacle between his thighs, and he finally allowed himself to bottom out, to intensely peak and erupt like the smouldering volcano he'd become.

"Yessss, yes dear. That's it. Cum for your demoness," came Evelyn's encouraging voice as Evan gave his muffled yips and cries deep down in her rounded middle.

A twitching overtook him while he shuddered his way to release. The tension left him rock hard in the grasp of her tentacle, ready to be drained. When he finally came, it was with all the force, all the intensity he'd built up in his time spent admiring and worshipping her. He blanked out for a few moments of it, but most of it he perceived as best his mortal mind possibly could without completely shattering. There was cumming, and then there was whatever she was making him do.

He shook and shot his load, unloading far beyond the usual seconds and into a lingering climax that just wouldn't stop. She trapped him there, locked into those carnal sensations, pushing his body past its limits. The seconds added up to perhaps a full minute of cumming for her. She drained him of every single drop of spunk from his body in gulp after gulp, sucking it all down that hungry thing, absorbing it into his body. Pressing down on his internal pleasure button with the one buried in his rump ensured he just kept spurting, milked dry for enduring ropes of kobold seed until he finally started to thin out, trickling the last few gushes into the grasp of that ravenous tentacle.

"Ahhhh," came her resounding sigh when he finally came down from the peak. "Good boy."

He sighed with her, laying his head back with a thud to the bottom of that chamber. She patted him a few times, then reached under to heft and drop him. He jiggled about, still in the grasp of her tentacles, all stretched out, but he hardly felt like a prisoner. He was safe and cozy, hugged away within the depths of the demoness. Something told him she'd never harm him. Though as for actually escaping her, he had no idea when that might happen. It didn't matter. He was content and soothed, finally drained, left glimmering in an afterglow so potent it felt like he might light up that dark, fleshy chamber. Her voice came to him like a lullaby, soft and tranquil.

"Now rest, dear thing. I'm going to keep you for a while. There is so much I want to make you feel. So much I want to drain from you. Do you like that thought?"

His first instinct was to nod, though he realized she probably couldn't tell. So finally he managed to squeak his voice back to life again and whimper his reply.

"Y-yes ... yes! Yes Miss, um. Mistress?" He spoke the last word like a quest, and soon felt her body lightly shake with a chuckle.

"Oh yes. You may call me this if you like. It pleases me." She slowly traced a finger along the silhouette of the captive kobold pushing out beneath her belly fur. "I will keep you ever so safe in there, dear. You summoned the right succubus. All I ask in return is that precious seed of yours. Again and again ..."

Evan was more than happy to provide. She released him and let him happily curl up inside of her, nestling in against one of the slippery walls. Nuzzling her from within, he got some gentle pats on the head in return, and closed his eyes. If he was going to stay inside her for a while, he was just going to have to get comfy. He trusted her to keep him shielded from any harm, to make his stay in the dark ever so pleasant. Every moment he spent inside her was one he felt more affection, more outright adoration for her, the gentle, motherly demoness, and even better, he could feel those same thoughts reflected right back. Such a lucky kobold he was to summon a demon who truly cared about him. He was going to give her everything he could possibly give.