Scottish Lilith [Futanari]

>“Aw, whaur dae ye think yer goun, Anon?”
>Your capturer loomed above your bound form.
>You struggled and flailed, backing yourself away as much as possible before the chain around your neck jolted taut.
>”Dunnae fuss aboot, they chains er ticht as kin be.”
>The black and red maned mistress lazily wound the chain around her hoof, drawing you closer
> She smirked, noticing your growing erection.
>” Lik’ the size ah mah tadger, dae ye? The mare said, patting her massive, erect marecock.
>”C’mere lad, howfur aboot a wee taste.”
>The mare jerked the chain towards her just as you pulled away, and…
>Snap!
>A link of the chain halfway through broke clean in half. Lilith fell backwards onto to the mattress while you regained your balance before falling to the floor.
>”Gah! Damn this glaikit, pumpin’ piece a’ jobby!”
>You sighed and walked over to your marefriend.
“You okay, sweetie?”
>”No! Och, fekin’ leash skelped mah wally!”
>She rubbed a reddened spot near the tip of her ebony dick.
>You unraveled the chain from your neck and looked it over. You pulled hard in opposite directions and, as before, broke another link.
>”Ye’v got the braun o’ Thor in ye, human.”
“I wish. This is pathetically weak.”
>”Aye.”
“Figured a succubus would’ve sprung for the stronger stuff.” You teased.
>”A’ve still git tae pay rent, ye know!”
>”’Ard tae haud doon a jab whin ye’v git a pecker ‘at scares any sensible lass awa’.
>Lilith sighed.
>”Or mah accent. Gittae raepeat eryting ah say.”
“I think it’s cute.” You complimented.
>You planned on springing the subject at the end of the night, but this might actually be the perfect time.
“Will you be fine on rent this month?”
>”None o’ yer business, Anon.”
“You’re a friend, of course it’s my business.”
>”Ah’ll be fine.” She huffed.
“Hey, it’s fine, I know it’s been shitty since… Look, you wanna move in?”
>The pony’s eyes widened in surprise.
>”Are ye sure, Anon?”
“We already hang out and do this almost every night anyway, I mean, why not save some money in the process?”
>The succubus’s eyes slanted into a suggestive stare.
>”Ya little sloot! Ye wantae spend mair time wi’ mah huge cock, dinnae ye?”
“A nice bonus, I’ll admit.”
>”Aye! Aye, o’coorse ah wull!”
“Atta girl.”
>”Ach! A’ yer yappin’s gotten me soft!” She noted, gesturing at her softened but still massive schlong drooped over both her plump balls and the bed’s edge.
>”Let’s pat that throat o’ yers tae gud use. Open wide!”
>Lilith’s cock was hardening in your grasp as you brought it up to your open maw, trusting the little pony’s magic to keep you safe.
>”Ah’m a’ pent up fae earlier.” Lilith said as she placed her forehooves on the back of your head. “Hawp yer throat’s reddae fer a poundin’!”
>Lilith wasn’t even fully erect before she slammed your head all the way to her base. She cooed and kicked her hind hooves in pleasure.
>”Feck! Ah canna ne’er lest long in yer mouf!”
>You tried to no avail to bring your mouth up and down, but Lilith held you in place.
>Short, rough thrusts were all you were getting for this rut.
>At the furthest point, her sheath popped out of your mouth before it was forced back in.
>She must have been pent up because it was barely a minute before a spurt of pre was shot to your stomach.
>”Aye, aye, aye! AYE! Love ya’ gantin on me lik’ that.”
>You knew the main course wasn’t far behind.
>Lilith smashed your face against her fluffy ivory tummy and her rigid shaft shuddered.
>More cum than you could produce in a month jetted from her cock and, thanks to years of practice with the master herself, you swallowed everything like a champ.
>And that swallowing coaxed even more pony batter from her churning balls.
>Once the flow dwindled to a trickle she allowed you to spit out her still hard shaft.
>Both of you needed a moment to catch your breath.
“So.” You panted, patting your stomach. “How long ‘till you’re ready again?”
>”Hoo, ‘at wus a biggun! Mibbie ten minutes ‘n’ mah baws’ll hae anither load tae pump.”
>”Ah’ll sook ye aff ‘till then.” The unicorn said, scooching over to your cock and widening her maw.
>This mare's bottomless libido: courtesy of a succubi heritage and a cutie mark for sex.