Midnight found the bed too small.
The frame creaked beneath three bodies — the wooden slats beneath the mattress taking the weight of a pregnant woman bouncing, a demon spread, and a man lying flat on his back receiving both of them.
The lamplight had burned low, leaving the room in warm amber half-dark where the only clear things were the pale mass of the succubus's left tit in his mouth and the dark round of Soha's belly rising above him.
He was sucking.
Hard. The full wet pull of his cheeks around the elongated pink nipple of the succubus's enormous breast, his tongue pressing the stiff tip against the roof of his mouth, drawing milk-that-wasn't-milk from the demon flesh. The succubus was on her side beside him, her golden wing draped over the pillow, her tail coiled around his ankle, her enormous right boob resting heavy against his ribs.
Soha was on top.
