Zeraphia smiled slowly, that mischievous smile that made her horns tremble slightly. Her amber eyes fixed on Isolde's, voice low and loaded with lust:
— So you really want me, elf… Good. Because I'm already wet just looking at that bulge in your pants.
Without waiting for an answer, she simply turned her back right there at the open counter, facing the busy central market street. She didn't even flip the "Closed for a few minutes" sign — she left it as it was, as if it didn't matter. The afternoon sun beat down hard, illuminating everything. Passersby walked back and forth: peasant girls, other demon women, curious elves, all just a few meters away.
Zeraphia leaned her elbows on the wooden counter, arched her back, and pushed that round, perky ass back toward Isolde. The little apron rode up on its own, revealing everything for anyone who wanted to look. Firm, tanned buttocks with a perfect inviting cleft. The thin panties were already soaked, clinging to her swollen lips, trembling lightly in the breeze.
Isolde felt her cock throb hard, the succubus curse igniting every vein. She rounded the counter in two long steps and pressed her tall body right behind the demoness — right there, in full view of everyone on the street.
One hand gripped the wide hip with force, the other untied the cord of her dark-green pants. The thick cock sprang free — 20 centimeters throbbing, veins prominent, the swollen head glistening with precum — fully exposed for anyone passing by.
— Shhh… stay still, you greedy little demon — Isolde growled into her pointed ear, nibbling lightly. — I'm going to give this gorgeous ass a nice, dirty buttjob… just rubbing, no penetration. And everyone who walks by on the street is going to see you grinding back against me.
She spat into her palm, lubed her cock, and pressed the thick head right into the hot valley between Zeraphia's buttocks. The contact was electric. Isolde pushed slowly, parting those soft, firm cheeks with her heavy shaft. The cock slid fully between the ass, hot and tight, the friction making the curse multiply every sensation — and now with dozens of eyes on the street.
— Nnhhh… fuck… what a perfect ass… — Isolde grunted, starting to move her hips. Up and down, slow and deep strokes in the valley. The swollen head brushed the tight little asshole with every upward slide, leaving a shiny trail. Her heavy balls slapped against Zeraphia's toned thighs.
Across the street, a peasant girl stopped suddenly, eyes wide. A succubus couple slowed their pace, smiling wickedly.
Zeraphia bit her own arm to muffle her moan, her whole body trembling, but the voice still escaped hoarse:
— Ahh… Isolde… your cock is so hot… it's splitting me open… I feel every vein pulsing against my ass… and they're watching… harder… please…
Isolde squeezed both sides of that ass with her hands, crushing her cock between two warm, living cushions. She sped up the rhythm. The wet, obscene sound — slap, slap, slap — now echoed across the entire street. Each thrust made Zeraphia's buttocks jiggle, her little asshole winking against the cockhead. The apron swayed, the cock appearing and disappearing between the cheeks, shining in the sunlight.
Zeraphia ground back harder, clenching her ass around the shaft, voice cracking with lust and delicious shame:
— I want… I want them to see… I want your hot cum dripping down my ass… mark me, elf… soil me completely in front of everyone…
Isolde lost control. Brutal thrusts now, cock sliding fast and deep between the sweaty cheeks, right in view of the street. The infinite pleasure of the curse rose like a wave. She growled low into the demoness's ear:
— Take it… take it all, little demon…
And she came. Thick, hot, viscous jets exploded between Zeraphia's buttocks — painting the winking asshole, running down the entire valley, coating both round cheeks, dripping down her thighs and staining part of the apron. Some jets even reached her back, leaving shiny white trails on her tanned skin. The orgasm lasted forever, wave after wave, Isolde's cock still pulsing and rubbing slowly between the completely soiled ass while people on the street stopped to watch.
Zeraphia trembled all over, moaning muffled, ass still clenching the cock as if it didn't want to let go, the curious and aroused stares from the street burning into both of them.
Isolde gave a light slap to the dirty ass, smiled dangerously, and whispered into her ear:
— That was just the warm-up, Zeraphia… Now turn to face the street. I want to watch that demonic little mouth clean my cock while everyone watches before I really fuck you right here on the counter.
The street remained busy… but now more people were stopping, eyes glued, whispering and smiling lewdly.
Zeraphia obeyed, trembling all over, turning to face the open counter while still standing behind it. Her amber eyes were glazed with lust and delicious shame, tanned cheeks burning. The little apron barely covered anything anymore — her ass still dripping with cum ran down her toned thighs, splashing onto the stone market floor. She leaned forward over the counter, elbows braced on the wood, arching her back and pushing that round ass back toward Isolde, her swollen pussy winking wet for anyone who wanted to see.
Isolde's cockhead — still throbbing, glistening with thick white semen — pointed straight at the demonic little mouth. Behind them, the street had almost completely stopped: peasant girls with baskets, succubi with curved horns, curious elves, even a nekogirl who halted with her tail trembling. About twenty pairs of eyes fixed on them, lewd whispers, some already slipping hands discreetly between their own legs.
— Clean it all, little demon… with your tongue — Isolde ordered, voice hoarse and loud enough for the street to hear. One hand grabbed her horns and pulled her head forward. — Show everyone how greedy you are while you stay bent over like that.
Zeraphia opened her hot, wet mouth, tongue coming out first to lick the swollen head. The taste was strong: hot cum mixed with the elf's musk. She moaned loudly, no longer caring to muffle it:
— Nnhhh… so thick… so messy… your cum tastes delicious, Isolde…
The demonic little mouth swallowed the head whole, sucking hungrily. Tongue swirling, sucking every drop still running down the veins. Saliva mixed with semen, running down her chin in thick white strands while her head bobbed fast. The wet sounds — slurp, gluck, slurp — echoed across the entire street. Zeraphia swallowed deep, throat tightening around the cock, eyes watering with pleasure as she looked up at Isolde… and then at the spectators.
A succubus in front whispered "Fuck, that's hot…" and another peasant girl bit her lip, hand already inside her skirt.
Isolde grunted, hips pushing slowly, fucking the little mouth in short thrusts:
— That's it… suck harder… let them see you swallowing all my cum while you keep that little ass pushed out like that…
After minutes of greedy sucking, Isolde pulled Zeraphia by the horns, making the cock pop free with a wet, shiny sound of saliva.
— Now stay nicely bent over the counter, little demon. On your feet. I want to fuck you for real from behind while everyone watches.
Zeraphia stayed exactly like that: bent over the wooden counter, feet on the ground, ass pushed back, pussy dripping with lust and previous cum. Isolde pressed behind her once more — cock still rock-hard thanks to the curse. She gripped the wide hips with force and pushed the thick head against the hot, soaked entrance.
With a hoarse moan that echoed through the square, Isolde thrust all the way in at once. The thick cock opened Zeraphia completely, inch by inch, until her balls slapped against the swollen lips. The demoness screamed in pleasure, voice loud and shameless:
— Aaaahhh! Isolde… you're tearing me apart… so deep… everyone's watching me take cock right here on the counter…!
Isolde started thrusting hard — slap, slap, slap — the sound of flesh against flesh echoing loudly. Her colossal breasts swayed, slapping against Zeraphia's back. Each thrust made the demoness's ass jiggle, her cum-coated little asshole still winking for everyone looking. The street now had a small audience: people stopping, some quietly applauding, others already touching themselves openly.
— Look at them — Isolde growled into her ear, pulling the horns back like reins. — Look at the street while I fuck you from behind on the counter. Feel my cock filling you in front of everyone…
Zeraphia came first — body convulsing, pussy clamping around the cock like a vice, squirting clear fluid that ran down the counter and dripped onto the ground. Her scream was loud and feline:
— I'm cumming… I'm cumming in front of everyone… aaaahhh!
Isolde didn't stop. She sped up even more, brutal thrusts, the infinite pleasure of the curse making her cum right after. Hot jets exploded deep inside Zeraphia, filling her until it overflowed, running down her thighs and dripping onto the street floor. She roared loudly, marking the demoness from within while the audience watched everything.
The two stayed trembling, cock still buried deep, cum running down Zeraphia's legs, heavy breathing… while the street exploded in low applause and excited whispers.
Zeraphia, still trembling from the orgasm on Isolde's mouth, obeyed with weak legs. She lifted her perky ass and lay on her back across the wide wooden counter, toned thighs spread wide open, feet dangling toward the street. Her swollen pussy, red and glistening with honey and cum, winked openly for everyone to see.
Isolde rose slowly, her thick cock throbbing — still hard as stone thanks to the curse — pointing upward. She grabbed the demoness's thighs with both hands, spread them even wider, and pressed the swollen head right against the soaked entrance.
— Look at me, you greedy little demon — Isolde growled, voice loud enough for the entire street to hear. — I want you to watch my cock sliding into this swollen little pussy while I fuck you in front of everyone.
Zeraphia bit her lip, amber eyes glazed, horns trembling.
— Please… Isolde… fuck me… — she whispered, voice hoarse.
Isolde smiled dangerously and pushed slowly, inch by inch, opening the hot, tight walls.
— That's it… feel every vein pulsing inside you? — she teased, voice deep and loaded. — Look at how your pussy is swallowing my entire cock… what a slut… everyone on the street is watching you take 20 centimeters deep, little demon. You like being fucked in public, don't you?
Zeraphia arched her back, moaning loudly as the cock reached the very bottom, balls slapping against the wet flesh.
— Aaaahhh! Isolde… it's so thick… you're splitting me open… I feel every throb…!
Isolde started thrusting — slow at first, then harder, hips slamming with heavy rhythm against the counter. Slap. Slap. Slap. The wet sound echoed through the square.
— That's right… squeeze that pussy around my cock — Isolde grunted, eyes locked on hers. — Look at the street while I fuck you. See that succubus over there biting her lip? She's dying to be next. And that peasant girl with her hand in her skirt? She's touching herself watching you take cock like a whore. You're my whore now, Zeraphia. My little demon with a full pussy.
The thrusts sped up. Isolde held the demoness's thighs with force, folding her almost in half, cock plunging in and out fast, thick head pounding deep with every downward stroke.
— Nnhh… fuck… your pussy is sucking my cock like it never wants to let go — Isolde continued, voice hoarse and nonstop. — Cum for me again. I want to feel you clenching while I fill you. Show all these people how good you cum with an elf cock inside you. Go on… squeeze… squeeze harder!
Zeraphia convulsed, pussy pulsing violently around the cock.
— I'm cumming… Isolde… I'm cumming again… aaaahhh! Everyone's watching…!
Isolde didn't stop. She sped up even more, brutal thrusts, cock driving to the limit.
— That's it… cum on my cock, little demon. Feel my cock throbbing inside you? I'm going to cum deep inside you now. I'm going to fill this little pussy until it overflows, I'm going to paint your walls with hot cum while the whole street watches. Take it… take it all!
With a guttural roar, Isolde thrust deep and came — thick, hot jets exploding straight into the depths of Zeraphia's pussy, filling her until it leaked out the sides. She kept thrusting slowly while she came, prolonging the pleasure.
— Feel that? Every spurt marking you from the inside… you're full of me now, Zeraphia. My cum is dripping from your swollen pussy in front of everyone. You're mine… my public whore… my little demon with a used pussy.
Zeraphia trembled all over, eyes rolled back, voice breaking into hoarse moans as the hot semen overflowed and dripped onto the stone floor. The street exploded in excited whispers, low applause, and even more people stopping to watch.
Isolde slowly pulled her cock out of Zeraphia, the wet, obscene "plop" echoing across the square as thick white ropes of cum dripped down the demoness's toned thighs like hot milk. Her cock was still throbbing heavy, but she didn't want to fuck anymore. She wanted to **destroy** that little pussy with her hands.
"Come here to the wall, you greedy little whore," Isolde growled low in her ear, voice deep and intimate just for Zeraphia. She grabbed the back of her neck with possessive force and shoved her against the hot stone wall. Medium breasts crushed flat against the rough surface, cheek pressed tight, hands splayed like a caught slut. The tiny apron rode up on its own, leaving her round ass pushed out and her swollen, red, cum-drooling pussy completely exposed for the entire street.
Isolde pressed her tall body right behind her, massive tits squashing the demoness's sweaty back, hard cock rubbing teasingly against her thigh without sliding in. One hand fisted Zeraphia's hair and yanked her head back. The other hand slid down heavy between her spread legs.
"Look at the street, you little slut…" Isolde whispered, biting her pointed ear. "Everyone's gonna watch you cum like a cheap whore while I finger-fuck this swollen cunt."
Her long fingers spread the dripping lips with brutal hunger. Isolde spat straight into her palm and started massaging like a beast: thumb circling the swollen clit in fast, hard strokes, pressing like she wanted to milk every drop of pleasure out of her. Two thick fingers slammed deep, curling upward and grinding heavy circles against her G-spot, stretching the hot, soaked walls wide.
"Nnnhhh… fuck… look at this cunt pulsing around my hand, you dirty girl," Isolde grunted, speeding up. Three fingers now, pumping in and out with wet force, palm slapping against the swollen clit. The filthy sound of schlick-schlick-schlick echoed low, but the whole street could see: Zeraphia with her ass arched out, pussy spread wide, the elf's fingers disappearing deep inside her.
Zeraphia trembled violently, nails scraping the stone, voice hoarse and broken:
"Aaahh… Isolde… your fingers… so deep… so thick… I'm turning into a whore in front of everyone…"
Isolde laughed low and nasty, then shoved a fourth finger in, stretching the cunt to its absolute limit. Fingers twisting, thumb mercilessly punishing the clit, palm smacking hard against the swollen lips.
"That's it… cum for me, you demonic little slut. I want to see this pussy squirt like a cheap whore right in front of the whole fucking street."
Zeraphia arched her back violently, mouth open in a choked scream that turned into a howl:
"I'M CUMMING… I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD… AAAHHH!!!"
And then came the grand finale.
Her pussy exploded like a broken fountain. The first squirt was violent — a thick, hot, clear jet blasting straight into Isolde's palm, soaking her hand all the way to the elbow and splashing onto the stone ground. The second was even stronger: a long arc that shot between Isolde's thighs and splattered the wall. The third jet was insane — a continuous, powerful gush that wouldn't stop, spraying nonstop while Zeraphia convulsed, legs shaking, ass trembling, cunt pulsing and spitting jet after jet.
Cum and pussy juice cascaded down her thighs in thick rivers, dripping onto the ground, forming a shining puddle at their feet. The fourth, fifth, and sixth squirts were even more intense — Zeraphia screamed hoarsely, her whole body jerking, pussy gaping open and hosing powerful jets that soaked Isolde's boots, the apron, her own legs, and even splashed the street. The puddle grew bigger and bigger, gleaming in the afternoon sun, while the crowd watched with their mouths hanging open.
Isolde grabbed the packages of meat, delivered one last hard slap to Zeraphia's cum-soaked ass — the wet smack echoing across the square like a slap on fresh meat — and growled right against her ear:
— Get back to the counter, you little whore. I'll come fuck you again later.
Zeraphia was still trembling against the wall, legs limp, pussy gaping and dripping a thick mix of cum and squirt. The tiny apron was completely filthy, plastered to her skin, and the shining puddle on the street ground reflected the afternoon sun. She could only whimper softly, voice hoarse and broken:
— Y-yes… mistress… I'll… wait all wet for you…