A village sending me their regular 'sacrifice' unknowingly sends a young boy who turns out to be Gay. Feeling generous, I decide to keep him on as a Pet rather than a meal...


This was another early image of an "Less Civilized" Thetral as it were. Drawn again by EveAra

I am always overwhelmed by the effort she puts into her work. After all who else creates not just art, but a huge story to go with it?
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Thetral stirred from her rest. She had a visitor! No doubt another of the lovely tributes sent from the village below.

A young man, beautiful and healthy, crept forward with great trepidation, the sudden darkness of the demoness' cave rendering him half-blind. Shadows moved upon shadows, but the rustling of her great leathery wings made it clear that she lay directly before him, waiting patiently. He stopped and knelt before her, uttering the customary declaration of his presence. Her well-adjusted eyes could take him in perfectly. While he had come to her completely naked and ready, his averted eyes and stiff posture told a different story. A reluctant one, was he?

Thetral hefted her newest offering by his outstretched arm. Such a nice, fresh young man. Right away, she could sense that his reluctance was deeper than simple fear of her. Often the sight of her wondrous endowments, as unusual as they were to the humans, was enough to send the males into a definite, if somewhat confused state of excitement. Not so this time! She quickly realized that it would not be her feminine gifts that would entice this boy. Fortunately, she was well equipped to take a different approach.

Offerings like him usually had a general idea of what their destiny might entail, but they all seemed to react a little differently. Thetral grinned. She was talented at bringing out the best performances in her guests, even the inexperienced ones, but this boy seemed like an ideal candidate to be on the receiving end of her attentions this time!
Her body tingled with anticipation, preparing itself as she pulled him close, turning him in her many hands, pressing his back up against her breasts and spreading his legs. His backside slid downwards as she nestled him into position. Her tailcock flexed into view. The poor boy tried not to reveal his shock as her monstrous appendage advanced upon him, but fortunately for him there was nothing to fear. At least, not quite yet!

Her bulbous tip curled over, kissing his own with surprising gentleness, before flaring out and sucking half the boy's cock straight inside! He gasped, throwing his head back at the sudden and unexpected rush of sensation. Her dark glans wormed forward, gobbling the boy's smaller counterpart down to the hilt.

The young man gasped with surprise as he felt something hard and pert press against his pucker. Thetral's clit had engorged to its full size. It had to be at least as thick as one of her fingers, and it was now pressing urgently into his prostate. This was the sort of pleasure he was familiar with, and the succubus was gratified to feel him finally settle into the rhythm of their unusual coupling.

Between the mindblowing suction and unexpected penetration, Thetral's guest shuddered with his first orgasm of the night before even three minutes had passed, his impassioned cries echoing through the caverns a a rush of seed and wisps of his essence began to course irretrievably into the succubus' own labyrinthine depths, through her tail, the stolen energy sending a ghostly tingle of powerful delight up her spine.

Thetral had hardly even gotten started, however. She re-secured her softly groaning prey, shifted her upper hands to his chest to let his arms free. and resumed her actions. Slower this time, even if it was difficult. Once she began to feed, it was oh so difficult not to lose control completely. Her lovely little meals were spent so quickly, no matter how gently she milked them.

The boy reached forward, making good use of his graciously awarded freedom, caressing the thick ripples of the demoness' phallus as it slurped over him relentlessly. She growled with encouragement and soon he was industriously stroking her off, the pressure of his grip upon their nested lengths sending the pair into a shared plateau of exotic ecstasy. Thetral could almost spare a boy who knew how to please his mistress. Perhaps he knew that? Should she hold back, even if just for a little while? It was nice to have company...

But any chance of forestalling his destiny was quickly being diminished as his body betrayed him, overwhelmed by the relentless double action of Thetral's wondrous parts. His motions became irregular as a second climax washed over him, somehow even more intense than the last, as the succubus' vibrant presence seemed to hook into him and pull forth energy he didn't know he had. She squeezed him hungrily as his paroxysm fed her wild hunger, driving her deeper into a ravenous state even as it nourished her. She felt her prey weakening as he poured himself into her in squirts and spurts. But fortunately for the boy, Thetral was an expert at holding her prizes at the very brink of collapse. Through the intense link being generated by his absorption, she could sense his desperation to please her, his pure willingness to give her anything and everything despite the ghosts of his own selfish desires. It would be easy to get lost in this moment. But this boy intrigued her. She would not let such loyalty go to waste and she would not take him completely, not this day.

He hung in her arms, depleted but not yet exhausted. The succubus withdrew her tail and nuzzled him reassuringly. She was sated, for now. He was a good boy, a tasty boy, he was eternally hers.

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