"Mnh..." she chirped meekly in response. No teeth, huh? Well, it made sense, but how to put it into practice was a different issue. What really put her off, though, was his second "request". Yet instead of simply refusing it, she actually did stop to consider it. Humiliating and frightening, yes, but... at the same time how much more protective and concealing was her bra, really? She was also looking at a daunting task. If there was any chance attraction to her could make up for her lack of skill and help get him off, well... humiliation seemed a worthwhile payment to prevent a much more traumatic experience.

Slowly, reluctantly, blushing profusely, she complied, deft fingers slipping behind her back and unhooking that last line of modesty. With a dread shudder she slipped the garment off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Her chest bare, she wasted little time trying to hide and distract herself in the only avenue available to her: the devil's crotch. Tiny hands drifted up to unfasten the creature's pants, if he had any, and fish out that dreaded member either way. She spent a bit of time to stare curiously, slender fingers caressing its length and simply reaffirming that the bizarre, unfamiliar thing did not interest her. The idea of having it inside her remained wholly frightening, but with a sharp intake of breath and a hard gulp, she went in for it anyway. No clue on male foreplay, no knowledge on friction/moisture control, she did the only thing she could think to do: pull her lips over her teeth, take as much as she was comfortable with into her mouth - what was little more than the head - and treat it like she would a popsicle.

Ripped off. He barely got a look at those titties as she went straight to work. There was a degree of hesitation on her part after she fished his semi erect member out of his pants looking at it. This was not too surprising given the way she erupted in color and knowing that this was the first cock she had seen, at least up close.

He let her set the pace though, it was her show to pass or fail though it soon became obvious that she wasn't going to take in much more of him then that.

The most sensitive bits were near the tip though and he groaned softly, a hand sitting atop her head and sweeping back and forth as if petting her. To others this would not do though he had allowed her free reign, the occasional groan passing his lips as he glanced down at her.

He waited a long moment, his tail snaking up her skirt slipping beneath her panties. Swirling the very tip of that stinger against the hood of her clit he curls the tip so that it is more like a ball rather than such a dreadful point rubbing against her.

A slow brush their against her as she continued though he was still content with allowing her to continue at her own pace.