2 comments/ 77607 views/ 54 favorites Darkness Fallen By: Spassmacher5000 What does evil want? To corrupt the innocent. To violate the pure. To find the cleanest and most beautiful masterpieces of all the Creator's works, and defile them in a vengeful act of spite. So it was that Asmodeus, the demon of lust, fell to Earth and saw the daughters of Man. With them he bore many children, monsters and beasts of strong demonic power, and they found other untainted females and created spawn of their own. In those first days, the demon blood ran strong in their veins, and they were not like Men. Over the centuries, however, the taint spread far and wide, until the blood was diluted, leaving the offspring more human than demon, until all that remained was the smallest trace. Just enough that rapists, madmen and serial killers still plagued mankind, a pale reminder of the horned and winged nightmares now regarded only as myth. Until one day... Asmodeus returned. He looked upon the land and saw what Man had made. He saw pleated skirts and midriffs, and he thought "Fuck yeah." The #2 bus of the Jefferson Community College Cheerleading Squad rumbled through a desolate stretch of Route 16 after an unsuccessful away game. The girls were all disappointed with their boys, and rode mostly in silence. They were the Senior Squad, and had all turned 20 only recently. Debbie the farm girl sat near the front of the bus. With shoulder length blond hair held up in pigtails, she had a cute and wholesome image some of the other girls resented. But they did not know about her experiences on her Daddy's farm not far from here, out in the countryside. Behind her sat Amy, the quiet Asian girl. Her shiny black pony tail reached nearly to her waist, which was not a long distance for her barely five foot height. Across the aisle was Suzie, the Hispanic cheerleader. Her creamy tan skin made her stand out from the other girls, with long black hair half way down her back. Near the back of the bus were Katie and Kristy, the two brunettes. They were the only two who sat together, giggling, and as some of the other girls suspected, they had kissed several times in private. Finally, in the far corner at the back of the bus was Becky, the freckled redhead. Her full round breasts made all the other girls jealous. They were all dressed in their red and white cheerleading uniforms, with striped pleated skirts that barely covered the ass of a curvy girl like Becky, above which was a large midriff showing off their flat tummies and navels. Above that was a small top of the same colors, barely bigger than a bra, and they all wore matching sneakers with white socks. They were driving through a mostly open field when the girls heard the flapping of wings somewhere above. As it grew louder, the girls looked back and forth at each other first with confusion, then fear as the sound became so loud that it could not possibly be any normal creature. Just as the sound grew louder than ever, it suddenly stopped completely, and silence returned. The girls paused for a moment, breathing sighs of relief, and were about to giggle at how afraid they were when suddenly something huge crashed into the roof of the bus with a deafening thud, causing the ceiling to dent so much it nearly caved in. The bus swerved and the tires screeched, the girls shrieking to match the sound. Finally the driver lost control and the bus smashed into a tree along the side of the road. The girls all jolted forward into the backs of the seats in front of them, shaken but unharmed. They gave each other uncertain looks and were all about to ask what happened when Asmodeus answered for them. Huge black claws sliced through the mangled metal roof of the bus, and with a sound like the scream of a tortured angel, the bus was peeled open like a can of sardines. Suddenly the bus was a convertible, and standing above them, perched on what was left of the roof over the unconscious driver was a massive black monster, looking down at them. It had the head of a bull, the horns of a goat, the tail of a serpent and bat wings of black leather, spanning at least twenty feet. But that was not the scariest part, at least not to Debbie. "Oh, no." Debbie whimpered within her own head. The blond farm girl was seated at the front of the bus, with the demon standing almost directly above her, and hanging down at an angle, pointed at her, was the massive black cock of a horse. This terrified all of them, but Debbie most of all. Up until recently, Debbie had helped her Daddy by working in his barn, with the horses. His favorite horse was a shining black Stallion, and over the months, Debbie got the feeling the Stallion was looking at her. It would watch her when it was in its pen, and when it was free, it would pace around her, like it was looking her over. One day, she was alone in the barn, and the Stallion grew bold. It kept walking towards her and she kept stepping back until it had her cornered. Avoiding its gaze, her eyes dropped to the floor, where she saw the Stallion's massive black cock had become hard and swollen. The animal bucked and grunted, as if demanding something from her, and in her fear, she was about to drop to her knees and do what she was certain it wanted when suddenly her Daddy found them and led the horse away. Debbie had not returned to the barn since. Yet now this demon had that same horse cock, and it appeared just as focused on her as the Stallion had been. Debbie panicked and bolted from the bus, starting a stampede of terrified cheerleaders. Each of the girls stood up and scurried out the unhinged bus door. Becky had been all the way in the back of the bus, and so she was last to leave. By that time, the giant demon had jumped down off the bus and grabbed her flowing red hair. Becky screamed as the beast wrapped his other giant hand half way around her exposed midriff and lifted her off her feet. Asmodeus pushed Becky face first against the side of the mangled bus. He looked down her body, at the ass that pushed her skirt so far out, and he snorted in perverse pleasure. Timid little Asian Amy had barely scurried off when she heard Becky and spun around. Seeing the massive monster pin the redhead to the bus, Amy froze in fear and could not seem to make her toned legs move. She watched, terrified, as the black beast's horse cock swelled up and lifted higher and higher until the head disappeared under Becky's striped skirt. Becky's huge freckled tits were mashed against the cold steel of the bus, her cheek and hands pressing against the metal surface while she whimpered and screamed. No matter how much she struggled, the demon's hand around her midsection and the other in her hair were holding her firm. Just then, she felt an enormous heat between her thighs, and felt something lifting her skirt from behind. With both his hands already on her, she wondered what could be rising up down there, then realizing the only other possible appendage, she froze and whined "Nooooo..." before struggling harder than ever. Asmodeus snorted and grunted, feeling his cock rise for the first time in millennia. He was going to bury it in this bitch good. The black horse cock swelled and grew until it pushed against the soft fabric of her panties. The demon gave a deep laugh at the pathetically weak chastity belt and pushed harder. Becky's screams turned to grunts and groans as the huge, fat head of the monster's cock pushed harder and harder against her asshole. "Nnno, please, not my ass, not my ASS!" Becky cried as the pressure on her panties lifted her entire body an inch off the ground, her sneakers dangling helplessly. The thick sticky head of the demon's cock was covered in slimy fluid, soaking the seat of her panties, and she could swear it was dissolving them. "Panty dissolving pre-cum?" she absently wondered, when suddenly she heard a small rip and knew the thin fabric no longer protected her. Grunting and snorting louder than ever, the demon applied even more pressure, and as Becky groaned and Amy squeaked, the fat horse cock's head slipped into the redhead's rectum, stretching it wide. It was unclear whether Asmodeus had chosen this hole intentionally or just missed her pussy, but it was doubtful that he cared. The slime oozing from his cock was very slippery, and Becky's ass immediately slid down the cock until her sneakers rested back on the ground. Then the first thrust nearly split her in half, and her sneakers dangled several inches in the air. The beast would thrust into her ass, lifting her high until she dangled from his cock, then she would slide down as he pulled back, only to fuck her higher and higher along the side of the bus. Her tits were continually mashed up and down against the steel, making her nipples hard and swollen. Soon the demon was fucking her tight teenage ass like a machine, beginning to rock the mangled bus slightly back and forth. The poor girl's body was being used mercilessly, and all she could do was grind her teeth together and take it up her tightly stuffed ass. Becky's skirt flipped up and down, showing off her freckled ass cheeks and tattered pink panties on each thrust. She was making primal throat noises, no longer capable of words. Her red and white sneakers no longer touched the ground, even when the monster briefly pulled back. Her ass was stuffed full almost constantly. The bus rocking back and forth, the demon growling and the redheaded girl grunting, it almost looked to Amy like the giant monster was really fucking the bus and the poor girl was just stuck in between. The demon was closer to the size of the bus than to the size of the girl. Amy's Asian eyes widened when she saw the giant black balls hanging low between the demon's legs. They swung so hard, they slapped Becky's freckled thighs hard enough to leave a pink mark. It looked to Amy like there was enough sperm in those balls for the whole cheerleading squad. Banging and grunting and growling, the beast showed no mercy to Becky's pale ass. It fucked her with every fat inch it had, selfishly enjoying her once tight ass. The smell of her hair, the feel of her soft skin and the way her bowels squeezed his cock were all intoxicating. It was going to feel great to fill her with his seed. The bus was rocking until the tires almost left the ground when the beast began to roar. Becky closed her eyes tight, clenched her teeth and felt half a gallon of hot wet sperm fill her ass and immediately begin pouring out around his cock as he thrust again and again into her ass, not even slowing down when he came. A long, low groan came from Becky as her ass filled and emptied, filled and emptied on each thrust. Eventually the beast slowed and stopped, most of his cock still deep in her ass, draining his balls up inside her. The sperm had slowed to a steady flow, and she could still feel it despite how numb her traumatized ass had become. Smelling the defiled girl's red hair one last time, Asmodeus grunted and pulled back out of her ass with a wet pop, watching her drop to the ground with amusement. He stared at the thick flow of his seed pouring from her ass, soaking her skirt. An excellent start to his grand return. Then he turned his head and focused his red eyes on Amy, and the timid little Asian bitch froze again. He took a few steps toward her and she fell to the ground on her ass. "Pathetic," he thought, "She doesn't even struggle as the last one did. Not worth conquering. I'll just clean my cock in her mouth and she can taste her friend's ass." Just as he thought, Amy never could summon the courage to stand and run, or fight back. She sat crumpled at his feet as he stood before her, wrapped one hand around her head while holding his slimy cock in the other, stinking of her friend Becky's ass, and her lips barely resisted for a second when he pushed the slimy head of his cock against her mouth. Her jaws popped open and she let him in. Now it was Amy's turn to make primal throat noises, with the demon's giant cock stretching her mouth wide, sliding over her tongue with a revolting taste worse than she could ever imagine, and forcing its way toward her throat. She braced her hands on his thighs and weakly attempted to push him back, but it didn't even slow him down. He effortlessly pushed his cock into her tight throat. "Hmm... this feels better than I expected. Perhaps I won't move on to the others just yet." Asmodeus thought to himself when he felt the Asian girl's throat squeeze his recently spent cock. He felt himself beginning to swell up again, inside her mouth, and began to thrust back and forth instead of just resting his cock in her mouth. Groaning happily, the monster began slowly rocking back and forth, sending inch after inch of thick cock into the small Asian's face. His cock swelling back to full size, he released the base and moved both hands to the sides of the timid bitch's head to better fuck it. Spit built up in her stuffed mouth and Amy drooled down her chin until it dripped into her modest cleavage, soiling her top. The monster cock in her mouth left no room for anything. Her shy tongue squirmed around the invading organ, and Asmodeus growled his approval. Reaching full erection once more, Asmodeus clenched his hands around the small girl's head and really began to fuck it. His hips rammed forward, sending half his massive cock squeezing down her throat, the slime of his previous load lubricating her insides. She was so submissive, she allowed him to take her throat and almost never even gagged. Her paralyzed mind reeling, Amy vaguely noticed that the huge black balls she had been terrified to see slapping against Becky's freckled thighs were now slapping into her own chest, their surprising weight crashing into her small tits on each thrust. She had only seen the amount of sperm Becky could not fit inside her ass, and even that had been more than she ever thought possible. She did not want to think about the load he might be feeding her soon. The beautiful music of a girl choking in his massive cock had been the favorite song of Asmodeus ever since humans were invented. It had been too long since he had heard it, and now that he was stuffing most of his filthy cock down this timid Asian bitch's throat on each thrust, he was enjoying the sound immensely. Drool pouring off her chin, his balls swinging into her tits, Amy knew the end was close. She had to feel them. She reached out and closed her small hands around those giant black balls, feeling the size and heat of them in against her flesh, and she swore she could feel the giant load pulsing inside them. Doing so sealed her fate. "Not so timid after all!" Asmodeus thought to himself in surprise when he felt her small soft hands groping his balls. The sensation was all he needed to release his load. Clenching her tiny Asian head tight, Asmodeus threw his head back in a mighty roar and felt his balls tingle, sending his massive load down his shaft and bursting out the end, into the girl's throat. As before, he continued to thrust, sending another massive load into her belly on each push down her tight throat. Amy could feel the giant balls in her hands clenching and straining, and though it was too far inside her to tell, she could feel her belly filling with his hot, thick load. It just kept coming. She hoped she would survive it. Asmodeus felt his legs weaken and pulled back, filling the girl's mouth until her cheeks bulged and his seed poured from her lips. He shot the rest across her face, sealing her clenched eyes shut and getting several streams into her shiny black hair. The rest he shot all over her uniform, coating the front of her body in thick seed. Then, finally, his flow slowed to a trickle. The demon watched the girl as she swallowed, licked her lips and swallowed again. She fell forward onto her hands and knees, giving him plenty of other ideas, but he had other girls to track down. * Author's Note: Asmodeus taken from Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal", France, 1818. Description taken from illustrations in the 1863 edition. Darkness Fallen Ch. 02 Not all evil hides in the deep dark corners of the Earth. At least not for long. Asmodeus, King of the second level of Hell returned from millennia of tormenting the adulterous to fly openly in the skies above the world of Men. Fresh from his second conquest, he pulled his spent cock from the Asian cheerleader's mouth and flew into the air. He knew the others had plenty of time to run and hide while he defiled the ass of the redhead and the face of the Asian. Soaring above the trees, Asmodeus could smell them. He could smell their purity, the scent of young pussy, like a shark smells blood. They could run for miles and it would make no difference. One was close. The intoxicating scent became so strong it made his horse cock swell, and the last traces of the load he shot into the Asian's mouth still dripped from the tip as he began his descent. Suzie, the Hispanic cheerleader, had been running for what felt like hours. Exhausted and completely lost, she had stopped only for a moment when she heard those giant wings flapping above her. Terrified, she froze in place, trying not to make a sound. The trees should cover her, she thought. It couldn't find her here. Suddenly Suzie felt drops splashing into her silky black hair, and wondered if it was raining. Silently reaching up, it felt thick and warm. Pulling her hand back and examining it, the goo was yellow and sticky between her fingers. She went to smell it, and the heavy musky odor gave her the odd urge to stick her small tongue out to taste it when suddenly an enormous impact behind her shook the ground. Suzie spun around just in time to see that huge black horse cock they had all seen hanging above them in the bus, now staring her in the face, a giant dark fist wrapped around the base. She gasped just as an enormous load of thick yellow sperm shot from the head. It felt like a garden hose blasting her with hot vanilla pudding, and it just kept coming in spurt after spurt. The first shot landed right on her cute round nose, splashing across her cheeks, and the tail of it fell right into her open mouth and coated her tongue. She no longer needed to wonder what the drops in her hair tasted like. Gagging and choking, she closed her mouth and swallowed the hot mess down, instantly regretting it. A second shot splattered her forehead just after she closed her eyes, stumbling back and falling on her tight young ass. She landed with her arms behind her and her legs spread awkwardly, turning her face as more and more thick hot sperm poured down on her. The rest of the giant load mostly landed in her cleavage, on her midriff where it collected in her belly button and finally poured across her inner thighs, skirt and a few lucky drops stained her panties. Where the cum had soaked her cheerleading uniform, she felt the material become thin and weak, as if quietly dissolving. She was too afraid to open her eyes and hoped the monster would just go away now that it had blown its load all over her. That was not to be the case. Asmodeus had been so excited by the hunt for her that catching his prey alone was enough to release his load. Yet his huge black balls already worked hard on another that was meant to be shot inside her. Suzie let out a weak whimper when she felt huge hairy claws closing around her smooth young caramel colored thighs. The massive hands pulled her hips forward and slowly spread her legs apart. Her breath came in small quick huffs through her nose, filling her mind with the strong smell of all the thick warm cum that still covered her face, and reminded her of the traces that still rested on her tongue inside her mouth. Once she had been pulled forward until she was propped up only on her elbows and her legs were spread wide, something huge, fat and slimy pushed against her panties, soaking the thin material and making her crotch feel wet and slick. Her face curled up and her tight young pussy tried to resist, but the massive invader was persistent. Fortunately her frilly white panties still held it back. Slowly, the beast slid the giant knob of its fat black cock up and down over Suzie's little Hispanic pussy, smearing her panties with yellow cum and clear ooze. It humped her small body roughly, grunting and rubbing itself against her, getting itself more excited while also melting and tearing away the pathetic fabric covering her untouched slit. While the terrified young girl quivered and whimpered, the beast humped her into submission until her tiny body slid back and forth over the cold, dry grass. She had to finally peek through the mask of cum on her face, peering down at the massive horse cock sliding between her spread thighs. Asmodeus was grinding the shaft against her panties now, the head of it sliding across the puddle of cum on her flat tummy and almost reaching her cleavage. She sat in awe of the thing and couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from it. The way the slimy head thrust upwards along her body made the head appear to surge up towards her face on every push, getting closer and closer as if it would grow and push all the way to her mouth. She felt her lips part in anticipation of the fat dark head finally reaching her face and spreading her mouth around it. Instead, her panties finally snapped under all the grinding, pushing and melting, and the huge horse cock pulled back away from her face. Suzie was shocked to feel slightly disappointed, but then it took aim at her small tight pussy. A low groan came from her throat as Suzie froze with fear. Her mouth tried to form words, but all she could think of was the cum on her tongue and the fat black head of the horse cock pushing against her crotch like some giant worm trying to burrow into the ground through sheer force of will. Her mouth opened wider and her groan grew louder as that giant worm found success. Watching with disbelief, Suzie saw the massive head push and push and finally spread her pussy lips wide and sink inside. It looked like her body just gave in and bulged out around the first inch of this enormous black horse cock. The shock finally helped Suzie find words, but only one came to mind. "Fuck... fuck... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." she groaned as another inch pushed inside. His hands still holding her tan thighs wide, Asmodeus loved every moment of the initial penetration. He could see the look of awe on her face as she watched his enormous cock slowly sink inside her, ruining her, and she secretly loved it. Her eyes were glazed over already, but sharply focused on her lips spreading open for him. Her pussy could not resist him, and soon she wouldn't either. Suzie had reverted to a low groan from deep in her throat as inch after inch pushed inside her and all she could do was watch. She couldn't understand how it was possible for so much cock to disappear inside her tight young body, but it just kept going. She could feel her perfect athletic body stretching and spreading out around him. Finally the demon slowed down and came to a stop with half his bulging black length inside her body. Suzie took a shallow breath just before he pulled back a couple inches, the shaft shining with her fluids, then pushed back inside, beginning to fuck her. Suzie could no longer handle the situation now that she was really getting fucked. Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled up in her head and she groaned like a wounded animal. The beast pumped his hips slowly, but with great power and determination. He was going to fuck this bitch stupid. The big bulging balls began to swing slowly between his hairy thighs on each thrust, and little by little, her small body rocked back and forth across the grass. Asmodeus was sinking a little more inside her, stretching her young body out a little deeper on every thrust. Suzie's shallow panting breaths became gasps, and her gasps became moans. Asmodeus was hunched over her, his giant body thrusting and pushing harder and faster, sending most of his massive shaft up inside her. Wet slurping sounds grew louder between their bodies, joining her moans and groans. Now the demon was grunting and growling, savagely fucking her at nearly full speed. His hands squeezed her smooth thighs tight and he rammed into her again and again, rocking her small young body so hard that her dissolved top spread open, revealing her jiggling tan breasts right beneath him. Asmodeus gave a low deep roar at the sight of her fresh young tits, covered in traces of his seed. Growling viciously, he began to drool heavily down onto her chest, making an even nastier mess of her. He released one of her thighs to reach down and squeeze her tits in his giant hand, smearing the fluids into her smooth skin. Now that he saw all of her, he was eager to fill her with the massive load swelling his balls. He gripped her thigh and tit hard and fucked her with all his strength, finally making her scream. Her young body twisted and bucked beneath him, humping her hips until his swollen balls finally slapped against her uplifted ass cheeks, sinking nearly his entire length inside her. They were just two animals now, grunting and groaning and pushing their bodies as hard as they could to get as much fat cock inside her as possible. Looking down in a daze of constant orgasm, Suzie could see her once flat tummy bulging in and out on every thrust, the horse cock pushing her belly out around it. She groaned weakly and her head fell back again. Suzie gave up and went limp, surrendering her entire body to the beast that fucked her into submission. She was overwhelmed by orgasms and just let the thing fuck her to its heart's content. Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled up and drool poured from her mouth. There was nothing left of the sweet young cheerleader she was just minutes ago. Asmodeus squeezed and fucked her hot limp body like a machine, using every inch of her and stretching her out with his cock until she was ruined. Just a sloppy mess wrapped around his cock, clinging weakly and waiting for his load. Her total submission to him was euphoric. Squeezing her so hard she felt the pain even above the pleasure, Asmodeus threw his own head back and roared so loud the leaves came off the trees, slamming his entire length inside her, finally bottoming out as he came. The giant load burst inside her, hot and thick, filling her the slightest bit more. Suzie gargled as if his cock had pushed all the way up into her throat, as it felt like he had. Her small young body convulsed and twitched with each giant spurt filling her up inside. The tight pressure within her forced the sperm out between them in spurts, soaking the ground. Asmodeus looked down at the catatonic girl and growled. Pulse after pulse from his balls sent more sperm up inside her, quickly pouring out. She was completely used and it was time to move on. He pulled out, shooting his last few ropes across her limp body, and turned away. Taking to the skies once more, the demon was nearly overwhelmed by an unusually strong scent of pussy close by. He sensed it was two girls, but even for two, they must be wet already. Katie and Kristy had run as far as they could, holding hands the whole time to make sure they weren't separated. Eventually they had found some bushes to hide behind, and they held each other for comfort, each feeling the other's hot breath on her face until their fear turned to arousal and the began to kiss just to get their minds off the situation. Asmodeus spotted the two brunettes in lesbian embrace and knew why they gave off such a strong scent. They had already gotten themselves prepared for him. He swooped down hard, landing so close that he pushed them over with his arrival. Kristy landed on her ass, propped up on her hands while poor little Katie was on her hands and knees between Kristy's legs. The smaller brunette looked up at her friend with a pitiful expression on her face, knowing the beast was standing right behind her. Asmodeus looked down and saw Katie's cute little ass on display for him. Kneeling behind her, he wrapped one hand around her waist and flipped the back of her skirt up with the other, then gave his massive black horse cock a couple strokes to get it completely hard and pushed forward. Katie's eyes went wide when she felt the huge fat knob push against her crack. She knew her panties wouldn't stop him for long. "Kristy... please..." she begged, but Kristy just looked down at her helplessly. The demon had slowly dissolved enough pairs of panties tonight. This time he simply reached down and tore them off her young body, bring a small squeak from Katie and a growl of approval from Asmodeus as he stared down at her thin pale ass. Katie felt a hot slimy baseball bat slowly rubbing and grinding up and down her tiny ass crack and whimpered. Kristy was frozen with fear, feeling the she would be ripped apart if she ran, and while she could not bring herself to leave her best friend behind, she could think of no way to save her from the penetration that seemed so inevitable. Two giant hairy hands grabbed Katie's little ass cheeks and spread them wide, and the shaft pulled out of her crack for a moment before the fat wet head pressed against her tiny little asshole. "No! Not there... please..." Katie whimpered, confusing Kristy. Suddenly the beast pushed forward, gradually but with persistence, and Kristy saw her small friend's face curl up with strain and she let out a long, pained groan between her clenched teeth. Asmodeus knew this would not be easy. Her small ass cheeks were barely half a handful for him, wrapping his grip almost clear around her narrow hips. It would be more painful for the female than it had been for the thicker redhead, but that would make it all the more enjoyable for him. Katie looked like she was giving birth, from Kristy's perspective. Her small friend panted and groaned, whimpering and whining, and still the beast pushed and pushed. "No... no, no, no... NNNNUHHHH!" Katie's head snapped back, her face went pale and her eyes went wide when her tiny asshole finally spread wide for the horse cock pushing against it. A low growl of triumph came from Asmodeus when he saw the thick wet head of his cock finally slip inside her thin ass. Now he could get to work. He clenched her ass cheeks tighter and pushed harder than ever, releasing one long grating scream from the girl. Kristy was more terrified than ever. She felt horrible for her friend, but also feared that she herself might be next for this treatment. Inch after inch of thick black cock slid inside the small brunette cheerleader's thin pale ass. With two girls to deal with at once, Asmodeus was in a little more of a hurry this time. Also, the look on the taller girl's face as she watched her friend get violated was an extra turn on for the demon. "Kristy... rrrrgh... this thing... ahhh... it's in... my ass!" Katie whined and screamed. Now it was Kristy's face that went pale with shock. She had seen that cock, and admired her friend's small ass on occasion, and could think of no way that was possible. "Please... Kristy... HELP!" Katie screeched, beginning to annoy the demon King Asmodeus. He reached down, wrapped one large hand around the back of Katie's head, and pushed her face down into her friend Kristy's crotch. "Kristy... it hurts... I can't-MMPH!" Katie's whimpers were finally cut short when her mouth was smeared into her best friend's panties. Asmodeus kept one hand on Katie's thin hip while the other remained in her long brown hair, holding her face in the other girl's crotch to keep her silent. Kristy could not believe what was happening. She and Katie had never gone past innocent kissing and just a little groping once or twice, but now her friend's face was stuffed against the crotch of her panties and she could feel the poor girl trying to breath against her pussy. As much as it tingled, she would have moved if the giant demon was not staring straight at her, freezing her with fear. Asmodeus was now rocking his hips back in slow, short strokes, pushing half his cock in and out of the small girl's ass while keeping a tight grip on her head. He was not going to let her screeching ruin his pleasure. To his amusement, he could still hear the girl's smothered whines and whimpers coming from the taller girl's groin. Kristy was too overwhelmed by the situation to notice at first, but she was almost certain she could feel Katie's lips and tongue poking at her panties, just a little, dismissing it as her attempts to breath, but then more and more until she was convinced it was intentional. As terrified and confused as she was, Kristy had to admit it felt good. Asmodeus abused the small pale ass beneath him vigorously, pushing more than half his length inside her now and building up speed. The harder he fucked her ass, the more it shoved Katie's face into Kristy's pussy, and his hand still held her there. Gradually, the demon saw Kristy's face twitch just a little, then she took a small sigh, and more and more he became convinced Katie was trying to eat her friend's pussy through her panties. He growled with laughter and released Katie's head just for a moment, reaching past it to grab Kristy's thin panties and tear them off. Katie looked down at her best friend's naked pussy for just one moment, moaned, and began lowering her face to it voluntarily before Asmodeus returned his grip to the back of her head and shoved her face in deep. Just before her head was pushed down again, Kristy saw Katie lick her lips as she stared down between her legs. Now Kristy moaned, rolled her eyes and tilted her head back. The beast was pumping its hips hard and fast, fucking her friend's ass harder than ever, and Katie was licking her pussy like she'd been dreaming about it for years. It was all too much for the young cheerleader to take, and she felt an orgasm building. Asmodeus could not believe the show he was being treated to. Here he just expected to stretch out the ass of this small girl, but now she was burying her tongue inside her friend's pussy, and he grunted and growled in approval. He fucker her ass harder than ever and heard Katie moan into Kristy's pussy. Katie's moans turned her tongue into a vibrator, and that tongue was shoved inside Kristy as deep as it could go. Kristy lost control, and began humping her hips up into Katie's face. Her hand came up and buried itself in Katie's hair, touching the demon's hand as well. She didn't even notice. Seeing the tall girl grab the smaller girl's head, Asmodeus released his grip to return both hands to Katie's thin hips. He needed a grip with both hands to finish this, and now her friend would hold her head in place, not that Katie would ever think of removing her face from that pussy. Kristy fucked her friend's face, grabbing her head tight and humping her ass up off the ground. Her skirt had flipped over and covered Katie's head, and neither one cared. It was hot and sticky under that skirt, and Katie loved it. She licked and sucked and slurped Kristy's sweet pussy, the cute brown bush against her nose, and Kristy moaned and groaned, sliding her pussy all over her face. Finally Kristy's moans became louder and louder until they joined together as one long scream when she came on her best friend's tongue, ramming her hips up into Katie's face and holding her there, Katie's face buried in her pussy with her tongue fully extended and licking in every direction. Asmodeus saw this and roared, slamming Katie's ass with three quarters of his cock, feeling her tight little ass squeeze every inch he crammed inside her. Ramming his hips forward, he stared at Kristy's euphoric face and released his own load deep inside Katie's ass. The pressure once again forced the sperm to squirt out around the sides of Katie's widely stretched asshole. Darkness Fallen Ch. 02 Watching the way Kristy screamed and screamed, Asmodeus moved quickly. He let the pressure force his cock out of Katie's ass, took just one step forward, coating Katie's back and Kristy's front in several ropes of his thick seed, and wrapped one hand behind Kristy's head in her long brown hair while slipping his giant, filthy sperm covered cock inside her open mouth. "AHHH... ahhhh... ahhMMPH!" Kristy's screams were cut off suddenly and her eyes popped open when a massive hand buried itself in her hair and the biggest, nastiest thing she'd ever felt forced its way into her mouth and immediately down her throat. It was still spurting thick cum, filling her mouth with the taste of sperm and her friend's ass, then forcing the rest down into her belly. Asmodeus growled with laughter as he fucked the surprised brunette's face, enjoying those first few moments when she didn't fully realize what had just happened. He pushed himself so far into her throat on the first push that she was swallowing the rest of his load with no choice. He made sure she was able to taste plenty in her mouth though. Katie just kept slurping pussy like nothing had happened. She was too deep into it now to stop, even when Kristy's hand came off her head to push against the demon fucking her mouth. Katie just slipped her hands around her friend's thighs and licked happily at the wet pussy, oblivious under Kristy's skirt. The slimy cock was now pumping back and forth into Kristy's mouth. With a tongue in her pussy and a horse cock in her throat, she was hopelessly overwhelmed and couldn't think straight. But that was fine for Katie and the demon. They just kept going at Kristy with everything they had. Asmodeus never even went soft. By the time his load stopped flowing, he was pumping Kristy's face at a constant pace, enjoying the quick change from a tight ass to a surprised mouth and throat. It wasn't as tight as Katie's ass, but he could feel Kristy's panicked tongue squirming around inside her mouth, and her throat was constricting and squeezing against him as her hands pointlessly slapped and pushed at his massive thighs and hips to try to slow him down or push him back. He laughed again. Katie couldn't get enough. She'd been fantasizing about tasting Kristy's pussy for years, and now she finally had it on her tongue and it was better than she could ever have imagined. Once the monster had finished in her ass and Kristy was no longer pumping her hips up and down or forcing her head with her hand, she was able to focus completely on eating her best friend's wet pussy. Katie could feel thick hot cum pouring from her stretched ass, but she ignored it and kept licking. Maybe the beast was just resting and would fuck her pussy next, she hoped. She was vaguely aware of choking noises above her, outside the skirt, but she thought that was just Kristy enjoying her tongue. Instead, Kristy was gagging on over a foot of cock stretching out her mouth and throat. Her neck bulged out every time Asmodeus pushed his way in. His previous load mixed with Katie's ass was pouring from her lips and off her chin, soaking her top and sliding between her cleavage on the way down to Katie's busy mouth under the skirt. Finally, Kristy gave up any resistance and just let them take her. Her friend and the demon could do whatever they wanted, she couldn't fight back any more. She put her arms back behind her, bracing herself against the ground and looking up pathetically into the demon's bull face. She spread her thighs to make it even easier for her best friend to lick all the pussy she wanted. Seeing her weak brown eyes looking up at him, signaling her surrender, Asmodeus clenched her head tight and fucked her throat hard. His big black balls swung until they slapped against the wet load dripping down her chest, making a loud clapping sound on every thrust and smearing the mess around her chest and his balls. Her entire body was being used and Kristy gave in to it. Her pussy began to orgasm again and again on her friend's frantic tongue, causing Kristy to moan and moan on the thick invading horse cock in her throat, sending vibrations all the way to Asmodeus' balls and bringing him to yet another orgasm himself. The demon roared again, holding the brunette's head flat against his crotch with his balls on her sticky chin, her eyes wide open in shock as a thick hot load flooded straight into her stomach. He rammed her throat a few times, bulging her neck more than ever and feeding her more than a full meal worth of sperm. Finally Asmodeus pulled back and filled Kristy's mouth on his way out, which she weakly swallowed to the best of her ability but it flowed from her mouth and bulged out her cheeks. Now it was time for Katie's surprise, Asmodeus thought. He reached down under Kristy's skirt, grabbed the back of Katie's head and after a surprising struggle, finally managed to force the girl's face away from her friend's overeaten pussy. When Katie's face came up from under the skirt, her tongue still hung out of her wide open mouth, licking at the air with a glazed look in her eyes. Even Asmodeus was surprised by the small girl's taste for pussy. Bringing her up to a kneeling position, he mashed the pussy eater's face into her friend's mouth, and Katie's wet tongue slid right into Kristy's sperm-filled mouth. Asmodeus held them there just long enough to make sure Katie was licking the sperm out of her friend's mouth and gulping it down, until eventually they were just making out with half of his demon load swirling back and forth between their mouths. His work on these two done, Asmodeus flew off to end his conquest. The blond must taste his cock before the Sun rises. Scared blond Debbie was thankful for the bright light of the full moon as she ran faster and farther than any of the other girls. She had run for what felt like miles, through fields and woods, until finally she saw a building in the distance. It was an old abandoned barn. Debbie had not entered a barn since the day her Daddy's Stallion had backed her into the corner and pushed its enormous swollen erection towards her, almost forcing her to suck it before her father came in and saved her from the indignity. But now here she was, alone in a barn once again with a beast closing in on her, and her Daddy was nowhere to be found. The sound of flapping wings filled the night sky, and after a ground shaking impact, Debbie turned to see her adversary. Asmodeus had left a mile long trail of sweat, screams and sperm in his wake, all on the way to this final confrontation. The euphoric bliss of a thousand orgasms flowed through his mind, and his massive cock swelled with anticipation. It was that huge black horse cock that Debbie could not take her eyes off. It looked just like the Stallion's organ from that day in the barn. That and her current surroundings gave her the surreal impression that she was back in Daddy's barn that day, all over again. Asmodeus took a step forward, and Debbie took a step back. The beast kept advancing and she kept retreating until she was backed up into a corner, just like before. Except this time, she was alone. No one would come for her here. It was just her and the horse. As she watched, the horse cock grew longer and harder, until it aimed upwards towards her face, and a thick clear fluid drooled from the tip. The shaft and head seemed to swell and pulse with a rhythm like a heartbeat. She had never felt so much heat and power radiate from anything except the Stallion. She focused on it the same way she had before, overwhelmed by the silent demand it made of her. It knew that it was strong and she was weak. It demanded she kneel down and show it that she knew it too. It demanded she suck it. With a whimper, Debbie crumpled to her knees in pathetic surrender to the massive horse cock. She felt the old dry hay on her bare knees, her pleated skirt against her ankles. The giant cock was now all she could see, only inches in front of her and pointed right at her mouth. They both knew it would get inside one way or the other. Debbie reached out slowly, afraid of the power this cock possessed, and timidly wrapped her small pale hands around the shaft. Her fingers only reached half way around it. She was surprised how soft and hard it was at the same time, like velvet skin over a running fire hose. She could feel the heat and strength just beneath the surface. Her hands gradually began to tug up and down on it carefully, as if she was afraid it might go off in her face. She knew that could happen, and she was exhilarated by the possibility that it might. Thinking of that, her eyes stayed focused on the steady flow of thick clear fluid from the tip, watching to see if it would begin to come out faster. It remained constant for the moment. Debbie jacked off the monster cock willingly, enjoying the feel of it in her small hands and knowing she was finally where she belonged. Once she really got into it, jerking the horse cock with all the strength of her entire upper body, she could feel the pendulous balls swaying back and forth beneath the shaft, and lifted the cock to examine them. Debbie carefully removed one hand, fearful she might anger the cock or the demon it belonged to, but she was barely aware of Asmodeus himself any more. She reached under and stared in awe at the massively swollen black balls, running her small hand over them and squeezing one slightly. She wanted to feel the load they were making inside, but knew they were sensitive. Just the one filled her entire palm to overflowing. She moved in closer, eager to smell them, when a giant black hand wrapped around the back of her blond head and pulled her all the way in. Then nastiest, strongest smell she had ever experienced flooded Debbie's small round nose when her face was smeared into the sweaty, sticky, swollen ball sack. This was the first time Debbie knew for certain that the other cheerleaders had already been taken by this monster. She could smell sweat, sperm and pussy juice on his giant balls. Some of the same primal scents she knew from the locker room. Her right hand still jacking up and down on the giant shaft faster and harder than ever, Debbie was overpowered by the nasty smells and the feel of his hot sticky balls against her smooth soft face, and she gave in. Her mouth opened wide, and her tongue began licking and cleaning every inch of the filthy balls. Asmodeus gave his first grunt when he felt her small tongue come out and slide across his balls. Once she tasted every dirty fluid smeared all over his sack, Debbie lost control and began sucking, slurping and drooling all over his balls. She snorted like a pig between his legs, jacking his horse cock more and more as her excitement increased. The small blond cheerleader had transformed into a filthy animal, burying her face in his monstrous balls willingly and enthusiastically, now trying as hard as she could to suck one of his giant balls into her tight young mouth. She groaned and strained with effort, sucking harder and harder until his right nut finally popped into her mouth. She responded with a squeal of delight, while Asmodeus growled with pleasure. She sucked it like a giant candy, sucking so hard it was almost painful to Asmodeus. It became sensitive in her mouth and she sucked even harder, washing her tongue over it in circles within her stuffed mouth. She licked up the traces of all the sperm, sweat and pussy juice from the entire cheerleader squad until his ball was shining clean and she could taste nothing else on it. Immediately moving to the next ball, Debbie sucked harder and harder, Asmodeus grunting and growling above her, until she moaned as that ball popped into her mouth and received the same treatment. The virility of his balls was intoxicating to her. They held even more power and potency than the shaft that carried their load into so many lucky girls. The demon pumped his hips, grinding his balls into Debbie's mouth while they both rocked back and forth slowly. Her hand was now covered in slime as she jacked his heavily drooling cock. His balls had been neglected all night, accumulating more and more sticky fluids, and now finally they were being given the tongue bath they deserved and needed so badly. When his balls were completely clean, Debbie finally released them and pulled back. Asmodeus looked down at her, and she knew what to do. The horse cock was now a drooling mess, extremely excited after what she did with his balls, and she couldn't wait to finish the job. She looked at the giant head, pouring thick clear fluid out that covered his slick shaft, running down her hands and wrists as she jacked him off with loud wet noises. It looked like it might go off at any second, and she had to make sure that happened in her mouth. Debbie thought back to that Stallion, that day, and she did what she had always wanted to do. Her blue eyes rolled back, her mouth opened as wide as she could stretch it, and she closed her lips around the big, black drooling horse cock. The fluid immediately flooded her mouth and she gulped it down. Her tongue licked in circles within her mouth, and Debbie pushed forward as far as she could, sucking inch after inch of hot wet cock. She sucked his shaft clean as she had his balls, forcing half his cock down her throat before pulling back, then pushing forward again. Within a few seconds, Debbie was sucking the demon's horse cock like a natural. Her head bobbed up and down over almost a foot of his cock, sucking and slurping so loudly that the wet sounds echoed through the barn. Asmodeus didn't need to make a move. She sucked him off like she'd been waiting her whole life to do it. Already, the demon was getting close. Her work on his balls brought him further than he'd thought. Asmodeus grabbed a small blond pigtail in each hand and began fucking her throat. Debbie reached down under her skirt and began rubbing her wet pussy in one hand and squeezing his balls in the other, moaning and squealing with delight. She was in Heaven with a King of Hell. The wet sounds of sucking and slurping grew louder and louder, but no gagging or choking. Debbie took everything he had down her throat without resistance, so it went down smooth nearly to her stomach. Her neck bulged, her heart raced and she moaned and moaned on the fat wet horse cock fucking her throat. Her hair hurt where he was pulling on her pigtails so hard, but he needed a grip on her head and she was glad to give him something to hang on to. Her hair was quickly coming undone because of his rough hands though, and soon he just buried his claws in her blond hair and fucked her head with all his strength. Debbie's pussy was pouring into her panties, and her hand rubbed as fast as she could. With his balls slapping her chin, she shoved both hands into her panties and came hard, screaming against his cock, her throat closing on his shaft and squeezing him tight. Her throat milked him as she came. Feeling her entire throat close on his cock and squeeze, Asmodeus roared and released his giant load. As he pulled back, her throat forced the sperm from his balls and squeezed spurt after spurt into her belly. He had never felt such pressure inside a girl's mouth. She was looking right up at him with an expression of appreciation while his balls emptied into her mouth and throat. They remained locked in that position for a very long time, milking and milking the cum from his balls. Debbie's pussy flowed out of her panties and spilled onto the floor. Her smooth pale thighs twitched as they both enjoyed their extended orgasms. Finally, Asmodeus pulled his long, fat slimy cock out of her mouth an inch at a time, both watching every inch carefully. It was sucked clean of sperm and only dripped with her spit. When it finally hung in front of her face, Debbie was full of pride at what a monstrous cock she was able to fully suck. Just as she was wondering what they were going to do next, she heard a girly moan and looked to the barn door. Standing almost shoulder to shoulder was the entire cheerleader squad, looking like they had all been fucked out of their minds. Debbie was sure they probably had. Their red and white uniforms were a mess, stained and partially dissolved with thick sperm, their panties were almost all gone and every one was rubbing her pussy as she watched Debbie suck the demon off, except Katie and Kristy who rubbed each other. Now they closed in around her, holding Debbie down on the floor of the barn so Asmodeus could fuck her. Tearing her panties off, the demon pushed the fat head of his cock into Debbie's tight wet blond pussy. Just as she was groaning out her first orgasm, Debbie noticed things got dark and looked up to see Becky the redhead squatting over her face. The horse cock had cleared fucked her ass, and she was about to drop it on Debbie's mouth, probably to make her clean it out. After cleaning the demon's balls and cock, it felt right to Debbie and she eagerly pushed her tongue into the redhead's big curvy freckled pale ass. As he pushed into the blond's pussy inch by inch, Asmodeus saw Katie and Kristy 69 beside them, while Amy held Debbie's right arm and Suzie held her left. As they locked eyes, the Asian and Hispanic girls leaned over and began making out above Debbie's midriff between Asmodeus at the blond's crotch and Becky bouncing slowly on Debbie's face, her big freckled tits jiggling every time she dropped her ass back down. The demon King examined his harem and knew this would be a good week. The girls would ingest nothing but his seed and do nothing but please him and each other. With thoughts of all the lustful sinning to come, he roared and began to fuck blond Debbie harder and harder. End Darkness Falling In the old house, the darkness settled like an oil stain on the walls and the carpets. It dripped down the legs of the front parlor's settee and slowly seeped into the cracks between the floor boards. The darkness was an immortal thing that wandered during the day but always returned at night. Like a brother to the sun, when one left the other returned and overcrowding was averted. The house sighed as the darkness settled around it, a servant secure in the presence of its master. On the widow's walk, her eyes dulled with the departing sun, turning a last deep red before all turned to purple and black. Her hair whipped in the wind, lashing out as her cloak lashed the railing. Turning, she looked into the shadows cast by her companion's deeply brimmed hat. "I'd rather not, tonight," she whispered. A single white hand rose to caress her cheek but stopped short. Instead, he smoothed a lock of hair away from her eyes. She sighed, and turning again, descended the stairs leading into the bowels of the house. Opening the bedroom door, she stepped into the room and the candles on the mantel, the bed stand and the desk, ignited. The man tied to the bedposts startled awake, jerked against his restraints, then stilled, waiting. The hammering of his heart echoed her own. It fluttered against his ribs which heaved under her gaze, glistening pearly white with a sweaty sheen of fear and oil. The sinews of his legs and arms jumped, the involuntary struggles of his body to escape his imprisonment. He was naked. She removed the cloak on her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Stepping further into the room, she began to unfasten the rows of buttons that gilded each sleeve. As the cloth shifted to bare her slim forearms she raised them to begin the unfastening of the buttons at her neck. When her dress slipped to her waist, she pushed it down to join her cloak on the floor. Her corset glistened like the shell of a bug, a deadly, seductive carapace. The black of her hair and clothing against her skin created a translucent effect, a hint of cream trapped in frozen porcelain. Her skin drew the man's eyes and when he finally saw her she felt his gaze lock onto the blue tracery of veins that hovered just under the surface of her fragile flesh. The black chemise she wore under her corset was crushed close to her body, cut wide at the top so as not to impede the view of her perfect bosom. Her breasts trembled with the beating of her heart, and the jerking of the laces as her fingers sought to free them from their binding. Her nipples remained hidden, just covered by the lacey edge of her undergarments. The blush of a pale pink aureole was barely discernable. The white ivory of her legs moved eerily beyond the veil of the fine cut linen. As she approached the bed her corset fell away and the folds of her chemise rippled over her figure. The crushed fabric outlined her slender waist and full hips, the angle of her ribs, the slant of a breast leading into her shoulder. Having reached the bed, it snagged between her hips and the mattress. She stared down at the man's rampant manhood. It rose in a thick column from the downy hair of his groin. Its color throbbed a deep, striking, red purple hue, darkest at the knob which glistened with moisture from its single weeping eye. In sharp contrast, the man's body seemed even whiter, his hairless chest marred only by the slender trail of hair on his stomach that terminated in the dewdrop of softness at his groin. Testicles, like wrinkled plums, drew up so close to his body they nestled as though in a nest. He couldn't hide his shame; his arms were spread eagled, as were his legs. Methodically she checked the knots in the ripped sheets. Then, reaching towards the bed, she slowly climbed up, eyes locked with his. She knew when his heart sped up, for her own increased its rate. Despite her reluctance, she looked forward to the game. She knew she would enjoy it. Gathering her chemise around her thighs, she straddled the man's legs, settling her buttocks in the vee of his thighs, his cock almost – but not – touching the gathered folds of black fabric. Leaning forward, she selected a bottle from the large, oak nightstand, and as she did so, her stomach barely brushed the sensitive skin of his shaft, rasping over its shiny helmet. The man jerked in his bonds and groaned as though electrocuted. When he calmed, she uncorked the small vessel and poured the scented oil into the palm of her hand where it warmed to body temperature. Slowly she let the oil drip from her fingertips to splatter in a jagged line down his torso. She started at his collarbone, letting the drop ooze along the slope into the shadowed valley at his neck. Another drop landed between the perfect cushions of his pectorals. His nipples beaded into small, brown diamonds. A line of oil traced its way towards his navel, almost slipping inside, but veering instead to the left to once again drop in single dots down his abdomen and finally, exquisitely, onto his cock. The eye blinked once, then released a milky clear tear of ecstatic joy. The man moaned. Rubbing her hands together, she set about massaging the warmed oil into his skin, starting with his stomach. Her fingers dug slightly into the soft flesh, tested the resistance in his muscles and compressed the vulnerable organs just beneath. A sharp pang glanced through her stomach causing her back to bow slightly and a gasp to escape her lips. Underneath her fingertips the man flinched. A low keening sound emanated from his mouth, almost an animal call, as though he were wounded and lost in the wild. "Oh, lady," he gasped, hands clenching as she leaned forward again, dragging her chemise along his shaft and palpitating her fingers on the sensitive skin of his ribs. The exquisite torture had him writhing on the bed, torso twisting against the cruel bonds that tightened on his wrists and ankles. Her fingers skimmed up the chest, smoothing the oil into his skin, as the scent of roses filled the air, cloying and heavy sweet. Against her stomach his manhood jerked in happy contact and she retracted her hands and the black fabric of her chemise, which now glistened along the perimeter of a wet stain the size of her hand. Looking beyond it, she saw his shaft weave a tight figure eight, the knob pulsing and angry red. It stretched from the root, the collar of foreskin tight under the glans, as it lengthened an inch and then retracted a fraction. The man's groan vibrated through her head as his hips rose and angled against the force of her stare. Her eyes rose to meet the piercing blue of his own. He was about to speak, plead for his case, tempt her into untying him, so she forestalled him by crossing her arms and gripping the gathered folds of her dampened chemise. Raising the hem above her head she couldn't see his face but new that the slow unveiling made him harder, caused his blood to rush as her own quickened. She knew she was beautiful, saw the truth of it reflected in his eyes every night. Her pale stomach was flat with a slight curve that hinted at softness. Her hips nipped in to kiss the curve of her ribs which arched into her breasts, full and tight now with suppressed anticipation, the nipples and aureoles a shiny pink, a child's blush. They beaded with the sudden brush of cold at their unveiling, sharp and eager, anticipating the coming delights. Between her legs she felt the familiar rush, the tingle of gathered blood in the membranes of her sex, the dull throb of her hidden jewel growing more excited. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, wild, black and kinked in romantic waves. Her eyes sparkled darkly in her pale face, a tender blush rising to suffuse her cheeks. The chemise fell to the side and her hands rose again to gently brush her skin, skid along the under sides of her breasts and slowly, fiercely, pinch the nipples between thumb and forefinger. He heaved underneath her, an involuntary flex that jerked his shaft up into the air, begging, enticing her to touch. The movement unsettled her and she swayed, her hair slipping over her shoulders to hide her hands. Lower, her stomach flexed and sent her hips into a roll revealing the pale pink of her nether lips, glistening and delicate, no more than an icy pink despite her high arousal, and completely bare of hair. A luxurious drop of cream glistened from her distended bud, pulsing and erect. She rolled her hips again and her nether lips rose to kiss the base of his cock, cling to his testicles and anoint the skin there with a kiss. The image of her stained chemise flashed only to be replaced by the slick feeling of her dew drawing the cold from the air onto his hot and aching flesh. If a body could burst into flames, he would be long dead. "Lady, I die anew," he groaned, twisting on the velvet comforter. He gave his hips another libidinous roll. "Hush," she breathed, letting her hair drag across his stomach and cock as she leaned towards him. "This is not suffering, this is delicious anticipation. And the taking of your sustenance draws nigh." She launched herself across his body, oil slicked hands running up and over his nipples, shoulders and arms, as her body settled stomach to stomach, breast to breast. Between them, his manhood throbbed in an agony of ecstasy. His balls drew tighter to his body, tension filled orbs suddenly taught. With a silken lurch she rubbed her body against his, creating friction and heat against his cock trapped in its prison of flesh. The underside of his corona rasped against the damp skin of her stomach as her nether lips anointed him anew with a rush of delicate female arousal. The twin pricks of her nipples against his chest were sure signs of her enthusiasm. Each drag across his chest caused the hitch in her breathing he had become so accustomed to. Hands resting on his shoulders, she gripped them hard as she stilled her rocking motions. His sigh of disappointment abruptly changed as she rotated her hips against his groin in a wanton grind. Over the ridge of his shaft he could almost discern the scrape of her love jewel, malleable and hard at the same time. Slickened by her cream, the nub scraped over and over across his tender flesh, and her breath escaped in small cries of self pleasuring. "Ah... ah... ah... Oh!" Her neck arched against the exquisite pleasure, lungs laboring to draw air where desire would deny it. The veins of her neck pulsed darkly and his eyes locked to them, to the heat and the salt they contained. "Free my hand," he pleaded. It was a struggle to speak to her, knowing she forbade it. "No," she moaned, hips working feverishly, back arching into the movement. "Let me suck your nipples, let me kiss your flesh." "You cannot." Her eyes squinched tight as she rotated her pelvis. There! He could feel her screwing her clitoris into the base of his cock, a pinpoint of pleasure so small compared to the rest of her body. Oh, but the response was torture in heaven. Her back bowed and her torso lifted, drawing her nipples into the air and a cry from her throat. His tongue snaked out and caught a morsel along its trajectory and her shudder tightened her thighs on his hips in a spasm "Ah! Not yet! Oh... oh... Again!" She lowered her nipples and his tongue snaked out again to dart and jab at the knotted flesh. "Yes!" He caught the tidbit in his mouth and sucked it as if he could strip the skin from her body. His tongue lashed the captive nipple, suffusing it with dark, torturous licks and sucking kisses. His teeth ached to nibble it, but at the first scrape of teeth she drew away and slapped him across the cheek. He snapped his head around, eyes burning, and dared her to slap him again. Her eyes glittered dangerously, but her mouth quirked with humor. Her cheeks held a torrid blush, produced by her exertions, and despite the chastisement, her hips continued to rock against him. She laughed, a half chortle cut short by desire. She liked slapping him. He wasn't smiling, but that look in his eyes could not be refused. Her hand cracked against his cheek again and he snarled at her. The dangerous game had her on the edge, and his feral reply made her sit up abruptly so that her clitoris rubbed at a different angle. The new position sent an electric shock through her womb. Reaching down she cupped his penis in her hand angled it for maximum contact. With her other arm she reached behind her and leaned on his jumping thigh as her back arched and she continued to grind herself against him. The sensations dancing across her swollen flesh were perfect. She moved her body selfishly, breasts angled at the ceiling, nipples bobbing. "Ah! Ah... ah... Ah!" Beneath her, he could only thrust against her body and the manacle of her hand. She would not touch the head although it leaked tears of frustration in an unending stream. His cheek blushed bright red from her hand, and despite himself he began to urge her towards her climax, so close to his own. "You enjoyed my mouth on your nipple. See how bright red it glows? It's a rude, angry color and smarts fiercely. I can see my saliva on your breast, shining in the candlelight. Just like the stain on your stomach from—Ah! More!—I see how you rub your swollen flesh against me, though you think I am a beast. You need the pleasure my cock can give you. You're like a little animal in heat, a savage cat." "Shut up!" "That's right, rub your little jewel against me. It's hot, is it not? Does it throb for me? Lean closer, darling, let it kiss my testicles again." "I'm not—Ah!—your darling." "Twist for me, thrash for me. Rub that little bud against my cock!" "Bastard!" she screeched as she came. Her hips jacked up and down, lips pulsing against his flesh. Ripples of pleasure caused her muscles to spasm up and down her torso. "Ah! I spend!" Collapsing backwards against his legs she writhed in pleasure, twisting across the bed. Glistening cream dripped down her thighs, unimpeded. She thrashed once more until his shout brought her forward to pinch at the base of his cock. The climax dashed over his body but no release issued from his straining shaft. His manhood's pleasure thwarted, he could only shudder, a cold sweat bathing his body. Above his navel, his cock wept tears of anger. The woman collapsed across the bed, one luxurious thigh draped over his own. Her hand rested lightly at his hip, fingers tangling at the edge of the softly curling hair at his groin. She lowered her head to his chest and sighed, listening to her heartbeat in his chest. For a moment she could almost believe this was her choice, her lover, her bed. She twisted her head on her neck to look at his face and saw the strong jaw, the straight nose, the blond shadow of new growth along his cheeks. He swallowed, staring at the ceiling, beads of pink sweat dotting his forehead. When he looked at her, finally, he couldn't help the fascination he felt for the darkness in her eyes. This was a woman of secrets. Her eyes told him so. Lying as she did, her head balanced on the curve of his chest and her eyes softly gazing, he almost felt as though she belonged to him. "Talking is not allowed," she told him softly in her smooth alto. "It is the only weapon that remains to me in my captivity." "Captives are not allowed weapons. All must be taken away." "Then why suffer me to live, fair lady? Why bother with this wretched body?" "My Master wishes." "Your Master is a fool to lead you to the beds of other men." "Speak not of what you don't know, foolish man." Her fingers twitched at his groin and the heat suddenly came roaring back through his veins. It didn't matter that she had reached her peak, or that her deliciously nude body stretched alongside his, free for his perusal. The fire in his cock demanded satisfaction, instant attention. His groan of madness must have indicated such to her, for her fingers combed through the tangles to curl around the base of his shaft. Her soft grip grew tighter, and she jerked slowly on his flesh, up... twist and down... Again, harder, faster. When his hips began to pump into her fist she paused to gather the fallen wetness that pooled near his navel. Gently she mingled his body's lubrication with the cream from her spending. Her fingertips traced the rigid vein along the underside and strummed at the retracted foreskin just below the knob. Making a ring of her thumb and first finger, she drew down sharply, stretching the skin, pushing the core out from within. His agonized moan was louder and his hips pumped like pistons once, twice, three times before he gained control. "Shall I kiss it?" she asked devilishly, using the tip of one finger to smooth around the purple head and dip gently into the small eye. As she pulled her finger away, a long strand of fluid stretched between slit and fingertip. "Mercy, yes!" the man could barely groan past the desperation choking his throat. His shaft weaved in the air, nodding its agreement. With glittering eyes that would not release his gaze, she settled on her knees between his thighs and slowly lowered her head. She licked her lips well before bestowing a wet, openmouthed kiss. The flicker of her tongue lashed through him. Pure pleasure reverberated in his bones as her mouth engulfed the throbbing helmet. She hummed her pleasure and it sent frissons of exquisite sensation through the very core of him. Her mouth was heaven. It felt like the first time all over again. The gentle dying as she engulfed him, cradled him, then sucked the nerves from his shattered, boneless body. His hips pumped beneath her, because she never told him not to. He ground into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, felt the gentle rasp of teeth, and the thicker, bolder caress of her tongue. The ridges along the top of her mouth tripped over his skin, cut into the shelf of his corona. And when she rose completely off the shaft, she angled it to kiss the base, lick the top of his testicles, and spear the soft cushion underneath them. Her nose burrowed between the two orbs, tighter than ever, feeling as though they would crawl inside him. Her tongue was a hard, blunt tipped spear that probed the skin between his testicles and anus. She licked the skin there, found the shallow ridge, and nibbled gently as though savoring a candy. His cry of pleasure echoed in the room. Once again she rose, tongue trailing over testicle and shaft in a determined line. Her mouth opened and she dipped to engulf him. He watched, hypnotized, as the rose-hued ring of her lips hugged his raging flesh and sank down, down, down to finally encase every rampant inch of him. She swallowed against him, throat muscles stroking the throbbing knob, scraping over the meaty shaft. Her mouth looked stretched beyond its limit, tight around the base of him, nose buried in his pubic hair. Her eyes still strained to look at him. They urged him to move inside the exquisite oral sheath. With desperate grunts he began to jerk his hips—"Uh! Uh! Uh!"—and dragged his cock over the hidden ridges of her throat, its spasming muscles and tight strictures. Her hum of approval sent shivering vibrations down and around his shaft from the shivering outlet at the tip of his penis to the very core hidden in the depths of his body. His arms thrashed against the binding that kept them spread. In his head he could imagine them shredding, breaking under his onslaught. His hands would rise to clutch her delicate skull, force it down on him, until his cock forged past all barriers. He would sink deeper than her throat, touch organs, spear into them. Like a lengthy sword, rigid and hard, he would lay waste to the terrain beyond her mouth. The thought made him groan. Her eyes staring at him, she seemed to know his thoughts, and she nudged her nose into his stomach, sinking a fraction further, and swallowed fiercely against the meaty column. Darkness Falling A second more, just another, and he would spend. The rush of her mouth racing over his length was a delicious vacuum of sensation, until her mouth popped free, trailing delicate strands of saliva. The air kissed his fevered flesh. His cock slapped against his stomach, no longer contained by her throat. "NO!" he roared. Pleasure thwarted arced in angry lines down the sinews of his straining muscles. He bared his teeth in anger, snarling. "Finish me, damn you!" Her eyes twinkled wickedly, loving his frustration, relishing it. The torrid blush in her cheeks blazed anew. She was aroused. Her nipples peaked between the strands of her black hair. One of them burned a dark red, a bruised and bitten fruit. His mouth had done that. He had managed to mark her, despite the bonds. Crawling atop him, her hair fell in a curtain around his heaving chest, across his shoulders and his head. Her eyes were closer to him now, dark and sparkling. They contained the mystery of her identity, unknown to him despite these many nights as her prisoner. Her breath rushed in hot puffs against his cheeks and she shifted above him. The smell of crushed roses burned in his nostrils as she lowered herself, and the smooth head of his shaft kissed the delicate flesh at the juncture of her thighs. Another glorious probe and she sank down on him. He could only groan as her pulsing sheath swallowed every last inch. An arm reached over and her hand snaked around his neck, angling it. "Look," she told him softly. The petals of her sex spread tight around his shaft, stretched and glistening. The pale pink had darkened to an antique rose blush. The bead of her clitoris angled proud and erect from the darkened lips, a small smooth node that pulsed as she ground it against the base of his cock. The muscles in her stomach fluttered as she lifted herself slowly, then gradually sunk down. Her breasts swayed above him, nipples dancing in counterpoint to her luxurious thrusts. His own desire, barely checked, wanted to jump out of his body with every pulse of his cock. His hips began their dance as his body raced after its pleasure. Her other hand clutched the cushion of his chest, felt his nipple like a piece of stone scrape against her palm. She rolled her hips in a tight swivel, felt her bud skid over the root of his shaft. A jab of fierce pleasure pierced her as he thrust from below with barely contained strength. He wanted his pleasure, fought for the opportunity to spend. She loved the power in his body, the fury in his face. Closing her eyes in concentration she bore down, contracted her inner muscles to flutter around the rigid shaft, caress and cajole it. Lifting up she let her fluttering portal scrape over the smooth skin, suck the fluid from the blind eye. His shout told her she had but a moment. She bore down with a grunt, impaling herself in one long thrust, collapsing so fully she felt he must have breached her womb. She leaned forward, and began to shimmy her hips in a movement designed solely for his pleasure. If his hands were free he might clutch at the round spheres of her buttocks, pull the flesh apart to stretch her further. His fingers might trace the groove between, find the puckered star of her anus and rub it. Or he might be concerned only with his release. He would clutch her hips and work them against his body, run her sheath up and down his cock with growing urgency. He would make the friction of her delicate skin against his own burn like fire in their loins. She shuddered to imagine it. Even without his hands, she knew her sex stretched lewdly around his thick penis, it hung out of her glistening with her juices on every retreat, only to be swallowed anew and with increasing urgency as she sought to bring him to his peak. The sinews of his neck stuck out like metal chords as his head shot back and his teeth ground together in a grimace. His own hips beneath hers ground his penis into her body with the strength and precision of a mechanical piston. He jack-hammered her flesh, desperate to spend. Abruptly she sat up, arching her back and rolling her hips into the final moments before his release. Reaching behind, her fingers sought her chemise where is lay inches from their sweating bodies. The pin tangled in its folds was not hard to disengage. With a deep breath to brace herself, she drew the sharpened steel across her wrist, drawing blood. Beneath her, the man stilled, then redoubled his efforts, eyes blazing with desire and hunger. Blood welled against her skin, slipping from the cut to bead like rain against a window. Lowering the wrist, she pressed it against his mouth, felt the scrape of his teeth and the lash of his tongue. Something dark tugged inside her, trying to escape. It thrummed along her veins, pulled down her arm by the suction from his mouth. She felt the blood leaving her body, sensed how his shaft grew thicker, stronger, his muscles filling, the vitality infusing his every atom. She wanted to reach down to the pearl angrily poking from her folds. She wanted to slick her cream over its heat, rub it frantically with her fingers, mash it against her pubic bone. But not yet, not yet. She lifted her wrist and the welling blood splattered at the corer of his mouth. He laughed, a little madly, peaked incisors pearly white against the red stain of her blood on his tongue. When he looked at her, his eyes burned a blue so intense they almost scalded her. With a grunt and a heave, he launched himself into her body, strained against the dark heart of her, and spent with a roar of completion. Inside her, she felt his powerful jerks, the scalding splash of his climax, and exploded with him in a rush of empathy. His pleasure filled her up, burned its way through every bone and muscle. Her skin felt bloated from it, like she must be glowing. She ate of him until she could contain no more. Until the release overcame her and she collapsed on his body, hips thrashing mindlessly, his cock a pulsing reminder of what had just occurred, even as it softened inside her and gently slipped out. Even flaccid it was a weighty presence, thick and drenched with their mingled juices, pressed wetly against her thigh. She slipped off his body to the bed, pressed tightly to his heaving sides, head on his shoulder. The glimmer of sweat touched every inch of her skin. When she angled her head, she saw dots of perspiration trailing at his temples. The drop of her blood at his mouth had smeared, most likely from the brush of her hair. She reached up to wipe it away, but he turned his head, rejecting her touch. She sighed and sat up, gathering the chemise to her as she slipped from the bed. She remembered now why she had not wanted to visit him that evening. She slipped the chemise over her head, retrieved its decorative pin from the coverlet and reattached it. She thought of the clothing on the floor, her seductive unveiling, and the cold reality of picking it all up in front of his resentful eyes. This was the hard part. With a half-hearted wave, the candle flames guttered and went out. She traveled around the bed, unaware that her shadowy form was outlined in moonlight. As she picked up the corset, he spoke to her from the bed. "What are you, a demon witch?" She paused. "You are hardly one to cast stones, vampire." "Why keep me here?" "Do not talk. I forbid it." She continued at her task, skin crawling under his gaze, even though the room drowned in darkness. "Do not address me as though I am a child!" His angry snarl did not make her turn around. "Your master is a fool if he thinks he has enslaved me. I, too, am a master of the night. Do not forget it!" "Then free yourself!" "In my own time," he assured her. A moment of silence passed. "You pick up your own clothing. You must make your own bed. Do you cook his meals? Do you empty his chamber pot? Do you spread your legs for him when your master needs a warm bed and a warm wench?" She remained silent, but she had stopped moving. In the half light of the waxing moon, her head was curiously bowed. As though reaching a decision, she straightened. Approaching the bed, her eyes were pools of darkness in her pale face. She reached out and placed her hand against his cheek. His vampire eyes glittered up at her, challenging. "Even a whore gets paid, vampire." Her head dipped towards him and she placed her mouth at the corner of his lips. Her tongue extended to lick the smear of blood. She finished with a soft kiss, a brush of lips, where the crease of his lips ended. Then she stepped back, and with a yank, pulled the chord at his wrist until it slackened, no longer knotted. Turning, she left the room, and her clothing. It lay in a discarded heap by the door. He quickly untied the rest of his bonds after yanking his hand free. His muscles screamed when he used them, but his recuperative powers would save him any true discomfort. He used the coverlet on the bed to wipe all evidence of his torrid encounter from his member. The sheen of rose-scented oil was not so easy to banish. He chafed the cloth over his skin until it glowed. Finally, he rifled through her clothing, hoping to find something of use, any inkling of his location or the identity of his captor. The tiny reticule sewn into the pocket of her dress was empty, save a single jade ring large enough to fit on his smallest finger. He slipped it on. Inside the cloak he discovered a slip of paper. On it, written in ornate letters: "Do not make the mistake of denying what you are. G." He knew what she was. Her blood told him so. Succubus. He drew her cloak about his shoulders, and headed for the door, determined. He would not stay another night in this mansion. No matter the rose scented seductress whose body overcame every promise he made to himself in the darkest hours of early morning. He would not succumb again. The hallway was dark, but the glow of moonlight from the bedroom's open door was sufficient to lead him to the staircase, and to the front door. Out in the open he could sense the dawn still hours from the horizon. Nearby, the forest trees provided enough cover for him to flee the house. Stepping between the trunks and braches, he turned to memorize the site of his captivity, and new she watched him from the roof top. Next to her, a figure darker than the sky loomed over her small frame. The crack echoed across the nighttime landscape. When she fell down, he knew the dark figure had hit her. This was her choice, he told himself. This was the lot she had drawn. But even as he convinced himself not to care what happened to the wretch once he was gone, he made plans to visit her the coming night.