Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

A set of onyx four-inch high-heels softly staccato'd with every careful, measured step over the hardwood flooring below, signaling the approach of someone through the darkness. Though both the door to the small rentable room and the window opposite were still firmly locked, it seemed the slumbering draenei had still somehow managed to pick herself up an uninvited visitor. They emerged in true demonic fashion from that darkened corner, curved horns preceding soft, sleek feminine features: a tediously maintained pair of full eyelashes, bright violet eyes and a plump pair of black-painted lips, practically begging for something to busy themselves with as they smacked noisily together. Taking a deep breath, the purple pupils soon disappeared behind a fluttering set of lids, a dull lavender-coloured tongue peeking out to slowly trace itself over the darkened pillows, making them shine with a dull sheen of moisture.

The creature was dressed as if he was prepared for a fully-fledged event, dolled up in a single-piece dress made of a dull almost reflective silver fabric, hugging every curve and bend of the bottom-heavy shape. Most notably it conformed to the edges of a pair of wide handlebar-hips and the better portion of a gigantic expanse of plush purple ass, struggling to contain what it managed whilst simultaneously looking fit to burst while the rest of that thick behind hung out of the bottom hem, exposed to the open air and any prying eyes. Once again picking up the motion, every foot step sending those round rear-globes into a quake, the demon resumed his approach.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Creak.

The mattress quietly sounded off as Brendenn began to climb on, eyes roaming over the subject of his weekly feeding, briefly hoping the spiked dinner he delivered earlier that night would keep her asleep long enough for him to enjoy a nice long meal. But of course the thought didn't last long, digits delicately gripping before pulling, splaying the draenei's thighs open.

He could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. Slowly reaching out, gold-painted manicured nails glinting in the dull moonlight, the incubus let his fingertips ever-so-gently trace over the inside curve of the woman's thigh, making their way along to the 'V' of her hips before gracefully curling downwards. Soon sprawled out face-down atop the mattress between the draenei's legs, the demon bent his own at the knee, letting his high-heel clad feet dangle in the air above his massive ass as his entire hand carefully wrapped around the base of her shaft. Leaning forwards, he took a moment to let his tongue sweep out, stroking from halfway up the belly of that equine cock right up to the tip, eyes closed. A shudder rolled down his spine, and a hungry roll of his hips against the bedding below hiked his dress up half an inch, exposing just the slightest bit more of that massive behind. 

Nodding slowly to himself, Brendenn rolled that flavour over his tongue before he brought his second hand up and about, bracing himself up on his elbows as his head dipped down, his first gently tilting the fat girth back up and against the draenei's stomach. Raising her gravid sack to meet those black pillows with a careful palm, he let his deft tongue trail out and sweep over that sensitive flesh, wetting the skin preemptively before those unbelievably soft markers left their jet-tinged stain. Following up the first hungry kiss with another to the second producer of his sustenance, Brendenn soon fell into a rhythm, not stopping the oral onslaught of rolling tongue and smacking lips until he was content with the darkened shade he had left over those full, blue balls.

Matting his tongue to the crease between the gravid cum-factories, he let the slick muscle drag itself upwards, soon pressing to the base of her length with a little kiss before returning to his skyward journey, tongue coiling once around her shaft with a firm squeeze. Releasing it from his hand's hold, he let the rest of that meaty girth rest its weight against his face, reveling in the feel of the flesh running over his soft skin all the way until he found the bottom ridge of her cockhead resting against his bottom lip. Pursing his lips just enough to cover the cumslit, Brendenn fought the urge to slam his face right down and gobble up every inch of that fat dick. No, he knew how to properly savour something as prime-grade as this. 

Carefully tracing his way back down to the mid-way point of that now rigid cock, the demon took a moment to just enjoy it's heft in his hands, tongue thoroughly covering the underbelly in spittle. Pulling back a moment to inspect the prepared canvas in the dull light of the moon, the creature slowly nodded to himself before beginning to pull himself closer, at least until he was comfortably able to lean around and begin showing his attention to the top of that shaft as well, lips pursing and kissing and following one thick vein after another until he'd painted her length in little splotches of black here and there, though not quite a thorough job as he's used to take care of her sack. Returning to that throbbing length's tip, he carefully let his tongue drag over the slit, lapping up the first taste of precum.

And that was the straw the drop that broke the slut's will. In one fluid motion, the cock-hungry demon had taken the first two-handfuls of dick-inches into his maw and down his throat, forced to pause by the cough that bubbled up from the bottom of that tight, slick tunnel and made him peel back, already coughing up a strand of slime that kept the end of the draenei's cock connected to his lips. With a deep breath, and a gaze that left Brendenn squaring off with this mammoth pillar, he wiped the back of his hand over his lip and steeled himself. 

Curling his hand around the onyx ring his lips had just managed to leave, he made the mental note of his current progress and prepared to dip lower. Lips curling and sealing tightly around the head of that shaft, he let his tongue tease once more against the cumslit before he exhaled through his nose, heated breath running over the spittle-coated shaft below. Closing his eyes, he began to relax, carefully descending inch by agonizingly slow inch, elbows braced against both crotch and thigh of the draenei's. Knocking that equine flare against the back of his throat, another quiet 'Glrk!' was drawn from the demon's lungs, and though a slow rope of spit began to drool down his chin, he forged onward, drawing her shaft into that sopping wet, clenching tunnel. 

It wasn't until Brendenn's lips were meeting the digits wrapped around her length, marking his previous best, did he let that hand slide downwards to join the other, idly stroking the base of her cock, soon slipping lower to heft and palm her sack in an attempt to goad up all the cum production he could. Somehow the demon managed to squeeze out another couple of inches on an empty set of lungs before beginning to rise again, a quiet coughing shaking down his chest and sending his body into a brief jiggling fit, massive doughy bottom peeking out more and more as his constant horny grinding against the bedspread below forced his dress to bunch up.

Before he knew it, the demon was already making headway once more, reaching a new low with a hungry clench of his lips, pursing them firmly to mark the distance before he began to drag upwards, cheeks hollowing themselves until they pressed against that thick slab of meat firmly filling his maw, freeing up his throat with a loud lewd "Shlurp!" to let himself manage another deep breath.

As much fun as he was having, a quiet grumble from the pit of the wanton incubus's stomach demanded food, and he decided it was time to end things and draw forth his meal.

Attempting another deep breath, the demon's wet throat only let him choke on a strand of spittle, winding up sending another set of slimey gobs down his chin and by extent along the draenei's equine meat, spit already beginning to collect and muddy the smeared paint coating her sack. 

Wrinkling his nose and cracking open an eye, the determined demon gave his head a subtle side-to-side shake, preparing himself for that final lunge---one that sent him right down to kissing the base of that fat dick, the momentum bumping his nose against her crotch and his chin against her balls. The feel of such a mighty cock wedged so deeply in his throat, stretching the slurping, shuddering tunnel wide was heavenly enough to make the demon hit his peak as he awaited the aqua-skinned woman's own, tail exciting waving about in the air behind him and between his curled legs enough to expose the rest of that massive, thong-clad ass. Rippling and jiggling, the veritable mounds of flesh shook away as his body was shaken by his climax, cum spurting unseen from his own sizeable endowments, down between his thighs and over the bedding. 

Brendenn almost didn't notice the draenei's own climax, even if his subconcious registered and made sure to clamp down tight around that throbbing spire, rolling in slow, wet milking motions, flesh-on-flesh squelching audibly within the specially designed cock-holster the incubus called a throat. As that first thick, gooey rope of potent nut shot straight into his unprepared stomach, the demon's left and right eyes cracked and shot open respectively, cheeks ballooning as a surprised "GLURK!" rang out and bounced off the otherwise silent room's walls. He had to pull off as he coughed and the slutty hole tightly wrapped around the fat blue dick only seized and shuddered, the purple-skinned creature doing it's best to hold his breath. And as such, thanks to not having any hold what-so-ever on the bucking shaft as he pulled away and was left face-to-face with the spewing tip, he found his face soon caked and a handful of cummy ropes shooting over his head, matting itself in his hair, and leaving wet streaks down the small of his back before ending staining his fat purple quaking ass and resting atop his plush thighs.

The demon once again sealed his lips around that cockhead as his fingers wrapped around its base, attempting to save what he could of his feeding, soon settling into the groove of gulping and drawing in time with the powerful spurts shooting from the equine shaft. Even as cum began to drip from his chin, the demon found himself in a world of bliss, relaxing and simply enjoying a meal well worked for. 

Soon enough he was sitting up and shifting to his knees, the demon fixing the bottom hem of his dress and giving the bed a once over, making sure to once again pin his own meaty endowment against his stomach with his black thong. Still relatively caked in nut, Brendenn made short work of cleaning the stray bits of seed from the draenei's body, leaving her pubic mound and the inner curves of her legs peppered with black lipstick stains in addition to those he'd already left elsewhere, faded thanks to the demon already having worn the most of it off on her balls and length. 

By the time she'd awaken, the draenei would find the only evidence of the demon's visit being three things before having crept back to the shadows. One, a small velvet card labeled with delicate golden cursive, "Bren. Kiss to summon." on the night stand. Two, the multitude of lip-marks over her lower body, contrasting rather deliciously with her blue skin. And three, a satisfied, empty feeling in her balls that only came with the proper draining from a professional cocksucker.

What sort of conclusion came to herself in the end though, was all up to her.