Title:           Drinks 2nd draft
Author:          dwintball
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First Edit:      Wednesday 15th of October 2014 01:19:49 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 17th of October 2014 04:29:12 AM CDT

Demona and Emily sat next to each other at the bar in the main room /v/-tan had set up for the winter ball. Demona's favourite couple, /co/ck/, had walked up to say hi, and presently she was engaged in a friendly chat with them. Emily, however, was awkwardly failing to contribute anything as she just sat there. Her face felt hot, and her head was cloudy from horniness and drink. She cursed herself for getting more drunk than she'd planned to. She chided herself as well for letting her hormones run so rampant.
 
Why had she ever thought she'd be able to handle mingling at the ball? She'd gotten too wrapped up dreaming about her sexy date to plan for this stuff. Now she had nothing on hand to talk about and couldn't think of anything through this marinara haze that fogged her mind. Demona relaxed on her bar stool while happily chatting away, her arm around Emily's shoulders, but otherwise seeming to pay her no mind at all. After all of her excited anticipation, Emily was completely blowing this! She tried to work up the courage to say something, to excuse herself to the washroom for a chance to compose herself, but anxieties about stuttering or slurring her words caught every sound before they left her throat.
 
Suddenly, she felt one of the succubus' tentacles start to rub her upper back. It felt good, like any little touch from Demona always did to Emily, and her heart swelled at the show of affection. To know she wasn't being ignored after all! Becky was talking about the catering for the ball, and seemed pleased to discover Demona's decadent tastes extended even so far as to an appreciation of fine food, but Emily was losing the thread of the conversation. The sensation of the massage was spurring her mind back to all the lewd fantasies she'd concocted in the lead up to this night. The tendril was working it's way down to her lower back, and shivers ran through Emily's keenly responsive body. Damn! Why did she get so turned on by every little thing? She wished she could stay as cool as her date, who hadn't skipped a beat in her conversation.
 
She tried to shake herself out of it, back to the conversation happening in front of her, and drank some more of her drink to give both her hands and brain something else to do. Her big brother Conrad had started in to some stories about a con he recently attended. The others seemed interested in what he was saying, and Emily would try to be attentive as well, despite how indecently sensual she couldn't help herself from feeling about a simple back rub.
 
Just as she felt she was starting to get a grip on herself, however, Demona's appendage found it's way into the back of Emily's panties, and without hesitating, deliberately plunged down between the cheeks of the younger girl's ass. The tentacle's suckers moving over her skin down there now felt like they were giving her tiny kisses all over, and as they continued down through her cleft and over her ass hole, Emily called out with a sudden "Oh!" as she jumped a little. Having drawn attention to herself, she lamely tried to recover with "I've been to some cons myself... They're fun..." but once again couldn't think of anything more to add.
 
Becky merely seemed confused about the relevancy and timing of the interjection, and Conrad just condescendingly looked embarrassed for his sister's continued social bumbling. But when Demona looked over at her, it was with kindness and love in her eyes. She rubbed Emily's shoulder with her hand that was still draped there, and with the other one she took the girl's drink from her and smoothly placed it on the bar. Her snaking tendril was the only thing that didn't seem to observe the awkward pause.
 
The other couple seemed to easily accept overindulgence as explanation for Emily's unusual pasta fumble, aware of course of who they were dealing with, and the discussion picked right up again. The succubus' tentacle finally made it all the way under Emily's seated bottom, and the tip of it began to caress the outer folds of her pussy. Emily was stunned, despite her disgraceful lack of tact all evening, this was happening, and it felt amazing. Her heart pounded in her chest and her mind screamed as it was torn between loving that exactly the sort of thing she had been longing for was happening, and the shamefulness of it happening in front of everyone, including her own brother standing directly before her, talking to her and completely unaware.
 
Once again she tried hard to focus on what he was saying, to not give anything away. Her face was really flushed and hot, but perhaps they dismissed it as her embarrassed reaction to her own earlier outburst, or maybe an effect of the booze? Emily felt so flustered and aroused, she couldn't believe that her brother and his wife just didn't notice, but nevertheless they were still acting like everything was normal. She bit the inside of her lip and concentrated. Someone told a joke, and Emily laughed too loud.
 
Demona's fleshy vine finally penetrated her, the lewd appendage working in and out while expertly applying pressure to exactly the right parts of inside her. It slicked up in her copious lubricant and started to move around like nothing she had ever felt before. It's tip flicked at various parts of her inner walls, it's trunk folded and slid over itself to form thick knots that coursed along it's length, and it's suckers continued their little kisses within her, each novel sensation in concert with the others. The combined effect felt incredible, and Emily was amazed at how quickly her eager cunt ramped up toward orgasm, and she squirmed both mentally and physically to avoid the inevitable, craved release, and the humiliation it would bring in this situation. Somehow, though she was barely keeping herself together, the intensity kept to the brink of bursting, seeming like it could spill over at any moment, but never overcoming her struggling resistance.
 
Becky's expression changed to quiet shock as Emily's quickened and heavier breathing finally struck a suspicious spark of recognition in her. She was suddenly aware that the young woman was gripping the edge of the bar rather too tightly, and sitting straight up in an curiously formal manner. She wasn't sure exactly what was happening with her sister in law, but it appeared the Demoness' reformation perhaps wasn't as total as it had seemed. Becky certainly didn't care to stick around and learn the details, or to see any sibling drama kick off about such inappropriate conduct, and turned to her husband. Conrad was finishing describing another convention story to Demona, and was too wrapped up in the telling of it to pick up on either his wife's perturbation or his sister's ecstasy. Becky quickly took his arm the moment he was done and suggested "Why don't we go check in on /pol/ and /lgbt/? I heard they were coming together, but I haven't seen them yet."
 
Emily was moments from exploding, but through the fog she noticed Becky looking at her, and saw the look of recognition and indignation creep over her face. Horror and humiliation nearly as intense as the oncoming climax shot throughout her, joining the sensations of pleasure already permeating every fibre of her, creating a unique mixture of hot lust and cold dread. It didn't even register for her when Demona's face lit up and she replied "Say, I haven't had a chance to see either of them either, mind if I come along?" She certainly noticed, though, when her date's tentacle suddenly escaped her hungry, throbbing cunt and withdrew all the way up her back, wiping a wet trail of her own fluids on her skin as it went. For a moment it felt like she could still push over the edge just from the continued pulsing of blood through her achingly engorged clit and pussy lips, so close had she been, but the feeling of emptiness left in her now lonely pussy was more profound, and the moment faded.
 
Conrad smiled and nodded approval to Demona, and was quickly lead by his hurried date around the dance floor, in search of the other boards. Demona slowly stood and stretched before turning and offering her hand to the squirming, pouting, misty eyed Emily, and asked if she'd care to join her. Nothing in the older woman's demeanour betrayed any reaction to the scandalous behaviour they had just been engaged in. Uncertainty and confusion invaded Emily's mind as she wondered whether her gorgeous seductress date had even been aware of her tendril's activity, or if the smouldering look in her bedroom eyes and the knowingness in the twists of her smile were because of it. The quivering, shamefaced girl took a breath and tried to relax, then reached up to take the proffered hand. She stood unsteadily on legs that suddenly seemed to be made of spaghetti, leaving a shining puddle in the rounded heart shape of her ass on the bar stool, and clung to her date for more than support. Demona naturally fell into an easy stroll as she left the bar behind in pursuit of /co/ck/.