2 comments/ 5021 views/ 3 favorites Fury By: sensanin Hello Everyone, This story is a non-erotic story, and though there is sex within the story, it is not erotic and therefore is not actually erotica. I struggled on where to place this story because it had themes of: nonhuman, horror, and non-consent/reluctance. In the end because I still consider this story to be more about self discovery and self realization, I cannot classify this story as anything but non-erotic. Also this: '__' signifies her internal conversation, and what she is actually saying in her head. While this: "__" Is what is being said out loud and in conversation. As a warning, if you are uncomfortable with any of the themes mentioned above: don't read this story! Enjoy! -S ***** Prologue When we are at our worst, the grime and blood coating our outer selves, we have to shed what we were and change into what we have to be. When we are crushed by the weight of the world, we become the creatures we were destined to be. Until the moment that our hearts stop beating, and the air refuses to flow through our lungs- until that time, we will overcome! These are the creatures we are, the creatures we have to be. Chapter 1 Mira strode down the corridor, wondering what her punishment would be this time. The empress had the uncanny ability to take all of Mira's worst nightmares and fears then turn them into reality. Sometimes Mira wondered if she even had nightmares anymore; the conclusion was no, because her nightmares were her life. Shax stopped Mira by grabbing her arm, his talons cutting into her. "Mira's you're looking fuckable today." He said, ripping at her delicate sleeve. Mira smiled as she drew out her knife out and pressed it against his neck. "Your lordship, have your whores not been spreading their legs enough? I find it odd you would stop me for such a trivial thing as a quick fuck." Mira said sweetly, cutting into his flesh and watching his blood run down her blade. Shax laughed and dragged her closer, her knife going deeper into his flesh. "Ah Mira! One thousand whore's cunts could never equal to yours." Shax said licking his fangs, his eyes shining a bright gold in the candlelight. "You're far too kind my lordship, but I am late for an appointment with the Empress. If you would excuse me." Mira said turning her knife and slitting his throat as she broke his arm's hold on her and continued to walk. Shax held the piece of flesh against his neck chuckling as Mira walked away, his blood running in rivers down his front and soaking into the carpet. "One of these days Mira I will show you the most wonderful pain imaginable." Mira clenched her blood stained knife, as his voice hit her with the impact of a bulldozer. "Only in Heaven, Shax. Only in Heaven." She muttered under her breath, hurrying to the Empress's room and her latest form of torture. Chapter 2 "Hello my human pet." The empress spoke to Mira, beaconing her over with a crock of her perfectly manicured fingernail. Mira lowered her head, and took a step towards the queen only to feel the bite of a whip tear at her back. Still Mira did not stop, nor did she flinch, or show any of her emotions. She reached the queens side, her dress destroyed, her back raw and aching. "Mistress." Mira said, bending her knees as the whip came down again. "Oh stop it Jezebeth, she's not even flinching! Goodness you are making me bored Mira." The empress said, moving to her chaise and collapsing against it, in a wholly dramatic act. Mira rose and grabbed the pitcher of fresh baby lamb's blood that was the queen very favorite. Mira poured the thick liquid into a goblet before placing it on a silver tray and presenting it to the queen. "Would you like to hear your itinerary for the day mistress?" Mira asked, sitting at the queen's feet and bowing her head subserviently. "Mira, I have heard some disturbing news." The queen began, sipping delicately at her drink. "I heard you have been plotting to escape from us." Mira lifted her head, smiling gently at the empress. "My mistress why would I escape? Have you not given me everything I have asked for? Have you not saved me from a life of starvation and poverty?" Mira asked gently, taking the cup back from the empress and holding it in her hands. Her back was on fire, the blood clotting and sticking to the backs of her legs. The smell of her own injuries made Mira want to vomit, but she maintained her serene smile. If two years had taught her anything, it was to never directly answer the queen but to always point out how fucking generous she was. "Oh Mira you are right! How silly of me, you could never leave me. It would be impossible and there would be no need." The empress said smiling, and bringing her finger up to trail it gently against her cheek, cutting her and licking away the blood. "Of course you are right my empress. Hell is now my home, and you are everything to me." Mira said refilling the empresses drink and handing it back to her. Mira could taste her own blood as she bit her tongue-nearly biting the damn thing in half! Mira flexed her back, the pain not nearly as great with her muscles and tendon knitting themselves back together and healing, albeit painfully. That's what Hell was like, pain 24/7 with the body always regenerating quickly so more pain could be inflicted. "Shall I tell you the itinerary now mistress?" Mira asked her tongue already starting the painful process of healing. The empress threw her head back dramatically, waving at Mira. "Yes yes. I suppose I have no choice." Mira began reciting the day's events. A silent hope blossoming in her heart. The queen had dismissed her plan of escape, that was good. That was very good. Chapter 3 Mira closed her eyes leaning heavily against a wall, a small respite from her day of toil. She was exhausted, but knew that even now she could not let her guard down. Footsteps sounded on the crimson and black veined marble, making Mira collect herself and continue her walk down the hall. "Ah, Mira!" She heard the one voice she had come to love and hate all at once. The voice of the one creature in this hole she had tried to trust, but he had squelched that small feeling under his boot heel as he did everything. Yet even now, there was something about Satan, something that lured a person into a false sense of security, like a cloaking miasma or a curling vine, each one killing with a sweet but deadly accuracy. "My king." Mira said dropping into a deep curtsy and lowering her head subserviently. Pain was not Satan's aim. No, it was something greater; something which made him all the more terrifying, all the more powerful. "Mira loving," He began placing one manicured fingernail under her chin and lifting her head until she was straining her neck to look at him. "I am in need of your cunt this evening. Can you be in my bed in half an hour? I have some business to attend to before hand." The demon's of hell did not mince words or spare feelings; they were blunt and to the point. Being kind and appropriate would mean using words such as: "hard cock" and "wet cunt", anything else would be strange. Mira smiled before gently, but firmly removing her chin from his grasp. She had learned long ago to tread carefully around royals: always be polite, always remember your station, never show them fear, and give them what they want. Tricks of the trade; but perhaps the most important rule was, chose your words carefully, very carefully. "My king, I beg a thousand pardons but my lord Agares has requested my cunt this evening. Might I fuck your cock at another time that pleases my king?" Mira asked, her voice buttery soft, her tongue so used to rolling out obscenities it had become a second nature for her. "Oh, of course my dear. Another time then. Please give my regards to your master tonight." Satan said with a kind smile, bending down to kiss her forehead as a father might his daughter. Mira kept her face carefully neutral as he turned and left. Tonight had been carefully planned, and had to be successfully executed if she ever hoped to escape Hell. Tonight would be her first successful kill, and it would begin the slow descent of her soul. Chapter 4 Mira dug her nails into the coverlet as Agares slammed into her from behind, yanking her hair all the while. The pain was excruciating, and she could feel the blood dripping from her vagina and onto the bed as he forced himself into her, grunting his pleasure. Her eyes glazed over as he continued his ministrations, her mind wandering as it often did, to the past. She'd been living on the street, begging for money and sleeping in homeless shelters, if she was lucky and they hadn't filled up for the night. It was on one of the days when it had been raining and the homeless shelter had been filled when he'd come to her. Mira grimaced as the pain once again brought her back to the present. Agares dug his fangs into her shoulder and pulled her up against him, his talons raking across her stomach. The pain was excruciating for a moment, before she once again buried her mind in the past. He'd been dressed in navy blue and black, holding an umbrella over his head. The man had exuded something that the young Mira couldn't understand, but that the now wise Mira knew well. He'd exuded power and strength, a heady combination that had immediately drawn her in. To sweeten the deal he'd promised her a life where all her earthly needs would be satisfied; at the time Mira had failed to see the strangeness of his words. The demon, Asmody, had not lied to her. No, no, he was far too smart, far too cunning;his words had been true in a way, the very worst way. Mira could feel Agares filling her with his seed, as she was once again drawn back to the present. "As accommodating as always Mira." Agares said, as he released her and then rolled onto his back to rest. Mira was throbbing in pain, every muscle, bone, and nerve in her body was screaming out in pain and abuse as her body once again tried to mend itself. Reaching for her dress, she drew the enchanted dagger she had hidden within the folds of the garment, and as quickly as she could she turned to Agares and started hacking at him. She cut deep into his throat to his vocal cords first, ignoring the talons that scraped at her arms. Long minutes past as she cut into him, deep, throwing pieces of him around the room so he couldn't reassemble himself. But Agares gave as good as he got, and as much as she tried to avoid his talons, he didn't fail to leave her half dead. Finally when his body stopped moving, Mira collapsed onto the remains of some part of the corpse still on the bed, closing her eyes. Asmody had promised her a life where she would be taken care of, and she was in a way. She didn't want for food, or clothes, or a bed to sleep in; so in those ways all her earthly needs were provided for. Asmody had taken her from a world where she had been less than trash, where she had been looked down on, spit on, and generally treated like shit. Slowly Mira opened her eyes again, rubbing at the blood crusting on her lashes. Agares was trying to put himself back together but Mira couldn't have that, so with one more slice, she cut open his rib cage once again and pulled out his heart. Black and cold the thing beat a deadly rhythm in her hand, and with a single prayer she sank her teeth into the flesh and began to eat it, pausing every so often so she didn't throw it up. When she had eaten the entire heart, a strange thing happened. The flesh littered around the room began to fade into dust, and what was left was a little floating ball that Mira could only assume was the soul. It began to pulse, and blood and sinew and bone began to form around it, creating another Agares. Quickly she cut away the tissue and bone and devoured the black soul. This time the pain inside of her was overwhelming and she bit her tongue clean off and swallowed it to keep from screaming. Mira was back in the alley with the rain pouring down over her, and Asmody was extending his hand to her. "Come child, I shall take you away from this life." Vaguely she was aware of something happening to her body as she convulsed on the bed next to the ash that used to be Agares. She forced herself to ignore it, and instead went back to the memory. A young Mira had grabbed the kind strangers hand, ignoring the coldness of his grip, and blaming it on the weather. A young Mira had gone with the stranger, believed him, put her faith in him. It was for that reason the older Mira, whose blood was running cold, and whose skin was changing in color and texture, was living with the consequences of her young self. Chapter 5 "A curiosity this," the empress began as she forced the man between her legs deeper into her vagina, "but it seems that Agares has gone missing." Mira knelt down beside the queen, as her newest male servant licked obediently at her cunt, and presented her with the fresh lamb's blood she so loved. "It is quite strange mistress." The empress nodded, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her thighs seized around the man's neck. A sickening crack was heard in the room, before the empress kicked the man's body away from her and straightened out her dress. "I wonder who killed him?" She asked conversationally as she took the glass from Mira and trampled the body to once again return to her chaise. Mira felt no pity for the man, as she watched him straighten his neck but continue to lie on the floor lay on the floor. "Why do you think he was killed mistress?" Mira asked as she went over and rested at the empresses feet. With deft movements, the empress backhanded Mira, her manicured fingernails cutting deep. Mira cast her gaze lower, bowing her head further as the wound began to heal much faster than normal. The process was still painful, but not quite as painful as before and not quite as long. "Do you presume to ask me questions Mira? I do not 'think' he was killed; I know it as a fact. I simply wonder who it might have been to take down such a high ranked demon." The empress answered, wiping her bloody fingers on Mira's dress to get the blood off her nails. "Of course my mistress, my sincerest apology." Mira said, as she heard the male slave finally pick himself up from the floor and leave the room. "Have you an idea of whom it might be?" Mira asked carefully, reaching for the pitcher and refiling her empresses glass. The empress took a long sip, her nails clicking on the glass. "I would think it one of the lower female demons. Perhaps Batibat or perhaps Lamia?" The empress contemplated, finishing off her glass, but refusing anymore as Mira went to refill it. Turning to return the pitcher, Mira's eyes glowed with the light of victory, but she kept her expression calmly neutral. The empress did not know. Demon's of such high ranking did not lie, there was no point. Returning to the empresses side Mira nodded, her expression blank and lifeless. "Of course you are correct mistress." The empress laughed outright, and waved to the guard to let the next man in. The door creaked open, as her latest victim stumbled through the door. "You amuse me Mira." The empress said, licking her canines as they elongated into fangs. "Do you think a creature other than a demon could kill another demon? A creature like yourself?" Again the queen laughed, the thought of a human even harming a demon a joke to be laughed at and quickly dismissed. The man drew closer to the queens chaise as the first strike of the whip, struck his flesh and he screamed out in pain and pissed himself. Mira was practically deaf to the screams and whimpers of pain. "Of course not my empress." Mira responded, bowing her head once again as she strived to hide her smile. A creature like her could never kill a demon. It was impossible. It was laughable. Yet... She'd done it! Chapter 6 Turning over in her bed, Mira tried to find a comfortable position to rest for a while. Not that she needed it. One didn't sleep in hell, or eat, or drink; such things weren't necessary. But the rituals of normalcy kept her from completely forsaking her humanity and becoming an animal. Mira could hear footsteps coming down the hall and silently she grabbed her knife and crawled out of bed and into a corner. She'd lived there long enough to realize who it was, the footsteps sounding like nails being hammered into a coffin. Mira knew the footsteps, knew Asmody, knew his aim. Like most demons, death did not interest him, no the things before death, were what he wanted, what got him off. Mira watched her door slam open and hit the wall with a sound like thunder. "Mira," Asmody began as he strode into her room, taking up residence on her bed, "So nice to see you're not playing at being human again." Mira lowered her eyes and dipped into a curtsey instinctively, clutching the dagger in her hand so tightly it ached. "My lord, to what do I owe this pleasure?" "It has been a while Mira. I simply wondered how my pet was faring; and how are you Mira?" Asmody asked, clocked in his human form. Rarely did he ever wear anything else, beside the form of a human and a snake. Slowly Mira stepped out of her corner and into the doorway, making sure there was plenty of room between them, and a wide space for her to escape. "I'm quite well my lord, thank you for asking. But if could now excuse me, I believe Satan has requested my cunt for the night." Asmody smiled and relaxed onto the bed, his position indicative that he would not be moving soon. "There is a change about you Mira." He said suddenly, his eyes turning a perverse shade of green as he sniffed the air. Mira lowered her head again, bowing even lower. Asmody was clever, so much so that Mira feared him above all the demons of hell. She wouldn't doubt that her overwhelming fear had a lot to do with the fact he had brought her here, made her promises, and delivered her like a lamb to slaughter. "My lord I assure you I am the same. I cannot change as you do." Mira said, choosing her words and tone carefully. "I wonder, did you kill Agares?" Asmody asked suddenly, breaking into a smile that showed rows of sharp dagger like teeth. Instinctively Mira stiffened. 'He's changed his form!' Mira screamed into her mind, trying to keep her feet planted on the ground. 'He knows!' Her mind screamed at her while she strived to maintain her outward appearance. "Not that I really care Mira." Asmody said, closing his mouth. Slowly he rose from the bed, uncoiling like a snake. Silently Mira wondered if he would turn into a snake, and coil around her until he broke every bone in her body again and again, as he liked to so often do. But he didn't. Fear is only one drug that Asmody was addicted to, the anticipation and the end results were his true forms of heroin and cocaine. Mira curtseyed lower, until her knees touched the ground and he back ached, as Asmody moved towards the door. 'Please. Please. Please.' Mira prayed in her head, hoping, always hoping for something that would never come. Asmody was a step away from the door, a hairbreadth away from her skirts, when he leaned down to her. "Mira my pet, I can not wait for the day you are perfect. It will be a sight to behold." And with that Asmody was gone, but Mira remained in her position, fear making it impossible for her to move. Only with Asmody did she still fear, only with him did her emotions come back with a vengeance. Just as Mira began to raise from her position, relaxing her hand on the knife, she felt something behind her. Then hands were grabbing her throat and ripping at her dress, and tossing her only protection away. Distantly Mira could hear a chuckle and what sounded like the slither of a snake. "Make her again my children. Break her and make her again." Asmody's voice floated to her, as Mira once again retreated into her mind and promised herself this would be the last time. Because there would be no next time. A next time would mean their corpses laying at her feet as she devoured their souls. Fury That thought comforted her as another part of her being was snatched away and her body floated on a sea of pain and horror. Chapter 7 "Something wrong Mira?" The empress asked as she sipped lightly at her drink and watched the weekly Sabbat. Mira stood silently pursuing the scene with partied calm and indifference. A young girl, no more than 20 years of age broke away from the orgy, crawling on her hands and knees to grasp at Mira's skirt. Mira looked down at the girl clutching her skirt, her body bruised, battered, and bleeding. No one went to hell unless they were taken by a demon of high caste or if they had committed a grave act of sin during their human life. Mira watched as a demon from the düşük caste caught her ankle and began dragging her back into the fray. Turning away from the pleading young eyes and the insistent tugging on her skirts, Mira addressed the queen. "Pardon my appearance mistress, my body is taking longer to heal than usual." As if from a distance Mira heard her skirt rip and the blood curdling scream as the girl was taken once again into the orgy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Mira remembered how her first orgy had been. The pain, had been never ending pain until it all blurred together, and blood began to taste like water and the fires of Hell felt cold. The empress held out her cup to be refilled and then smiled softly at Mira, something akin to worry or sadness. "What happened?" Mira poured the cup, knowing what she wanted. It was never a demons wish to kill, only to make one wish they were dead. "I was raped by three düşük demons for the entirety of the night. One in particular enjoyed cutting and burning me. It is taking longer than I expected to heal, mistress." Mira said, watching as a large smile split the empresses face, revealing fangs. But Mira was a bit happy, even if the happiness was a bit sickening. Despite the treatment the demons had given her, the injuries had healed much faster than they would have, and she'd noticed that any minor cuts they inflicted had been gone in only a minute or so. Not that the demons had noticed her semi-speedy recovery, they had been too busy inflicting every pain imaginable on her body. "And who ordered that Mira?" The empress asked, but the tail end of the question was lost as another scream rang through the room. Fire burned in the empresses eyes, as she stood up from her chair and strode towards the woman who had made the noise. In that moment all movement stopped and the demon who had been raping the girl, moved away from her and proceeded to cower a short distance away. "Rise!" The empress said to the girl, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. Internally Mira cringed as she watched the young girl rise. She knew what would happen next- what always happened-but it still did not make it any less easy to handle. She watched, training her eyes on the scene as the Empress raised her hand and forced it through the girl's stomach, then pulled her hand out holding the girl's intestines in her grasp. The girl wobbled and then collapsed onto the ground as the empress forced the girl's intestines into the child's mouth. "Perhaps now you will learn to be quiet." She said, before turning and walking towards the demon who had been raping the girl. Reaching down the queen reached back and held up his tail. Slowly she licked down the tail, until she got to the base, and then she began to bite the thing off and eat the tail like it was spaghetti. Once she was done, she turned to the demon and wiped her mouth off with his shirt front. "Perhaps now you will learn how to keep your whores quiet!" The demon nodded his head, and stared at the blood pouring out of the stump that had been his tail. It would grow back of course, but the process was extremely painful, even for a demon. Silently the empress walked back to her chair and sat down gracefully, waving for the orgy to continue. "It was Asmody." Mia answer, passing the queen a towel and her drink. The empress threw her head back and laughed; "I should have known!" Mira remained impassive as the orgy continued, now with renewed vigor. From across the room Shax smiled at her and rubbed his cock in anticipation. The dagger at her hip felt hot and heavy, as she smiled and chose her next target. Chapter 8 "This is quite the surprise Mira." Shax said as he pushed her head further down on his cock, making her gag. Mira didn't care. What happened to her now didn't matter, as long as it wouldn't happen again. But to ensure that, she needed power; she had to her own power. Pulling back she pushed her hair aside and pulled her skirts up. "The sabbat always leaves me wanting a dick inside me. You were just lucky enough to be close." Mira said to him as she impaled herself on his cock, throwing her head back as if she was in the throes of ecstasy. Shax groaned and began slamming into her, yelling about how she was a dirty whore and how much he loved it. Mira's lips twisted into the parody of a smile as she scratched at Shax, wanting to feel anything other than the nothingness that was beginning to creep in. "Fuck yes! Take that cock bitch!" Shax screamed rolling her onto her back, as his talons shredded the sheets and dug painfully into her scalp. Mira let him enjoy his last few minutes as she rolled them, once again, so they fell to the floor and she was on top. Automatically her hips began to slam her body down of him, her mind completely detached from the situation. Again the question of her immortal soul rose in her mind, making her question how many more times she could kill before she became one of them. 'How much more blood would it take for me to lose my soul? Or had the first kill accomplished that job already?' Slipping her hands from his stomach, she spread them on either side of him, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat as she rode his cock. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle of the dagger, her thumb lovingly caressing over the engravings. "I'm coming bitch! Take it! Fucking take it!" Shax screamed, his hips surging up and nearly throwing her off. Mira send up a prayer, hoping that she still had a part of her soul to bargain off, as she cut out his vocal cords and began to slice him apart. He was still coming, when he realized she was killing him, his dick was still hard inside of her even after she was done. Mira reached into his rib cage, pulling out his heart and began eating it, devouring the thing as if she was starving and hadn't eaten in days. It was easier that way, forcing it all down. This time it was much easier, less messy as she watched the body become dust, and that odd soul appear yet again. Mira picked up the soul before it could begin to form the body around it, her mind already prepared for the pain. Mira cringed inside as she swallowed the thing, wondering if every time she killed it would become easier: 'maybe until it was like a second nature?' But the expected pain never came, it was overpowered by a series of the most painful and wonderful orgasms Mira had ever experienced in her life. Her body was convulsing, her voice growing horse as scream after scream rang through the room. Mira scratched at her back as the orgasms shot through her spine, and made her bend at an awkward angle. Ridges were starting to form, tender and painful they pushed against the skin of her back. 'No!' Mira thought, screaming as another orgasm took her over and made her piss herself. 'What am I becoming?' Chapter 9 The knife cut deep into her flesh, the pain a reminder of her humanity. Mira forced her teeth down on the leather as she cut away the wings protruding from her back. The pain was so intense that for a moment her vision blacked, and the knife clattered harmlessly to the ground. Clutching the sink, Mira swayed as if she was on a boat, desperately clinging to the sink's sides. Blood ran a river down her back, warm and sticky, sounding loudly as drops of crimson hit the floor. Once again Mira bent and retrieved her knife, and then reached back and swiftly severed the wings in one horrendously painful motion. She bit clean through the leather. They would grow back of course, but it saved her some time. It saved her time to escape the palace and hide. Even now her new found powers were coursing right beneath her skin, beginning to change her and come undone. Wrapping a binding cloth around her torso, she tried not to think past the impending danger. Time was her enemy now, because it was only a short amount of time until the demons and devils of hell found out what she had done. Then after that, she wasn't sure what they'd do to her. Mira watched as the colors swirled beneath her skin, as if trying to find a certain color. She could only imagine what she'd look like once the transformation was complete, and Mira knew it was only a short amount of time before that happened. Seconds, minutes, and hours were now her enemy, not to mention the gnawing hunger in her soul, calling out to something dark and forbidden. "Blood and a new soul." Mira muttered out loud already knowing what she was craving. It was almost a welcome feeling, hunger. She hadn't felt it in years, there just was no such thing in hell. Mira finished her binding and slipped into her dress, which thankfully covered most of her skin. From a far distance she could hear the queen talking with one of the other servants, asking where she was. Stronger and clear hearing, vision, smell, and taste. It was as if everything was sharper, and she was grateful for the power because it kept her on alert. Smacking some makeup on her face to cover up the changing colors beneath her skin, Mira walked quickly down the hall, managing to get to the queens suites in only half the amount of time it usually took. She'd have to watch that, she couldn't let anyone know that she had any other power than a normal humans. Opening the double doors, Mira paused and bowed low before striding over to the queen. "Ah! There you are Mira! I've been wondering where you've been. It is unlike you not to be by my side." The queen said as Mira went and retrieved the pitcher of blood to pour a drink for her. "I apologize my empress. I was trying to make myself more presentable for you." Mira replied, handing her the cup of blood and sitting at her feet subserviently. "Did something happen?" The queen asked conversationally as a knock was heard on the door, and she waved her hands for the servants to open it. "My lord, your general Gello, requested my body yesterday and my wounds have not yet healed." Mira lied, watching as an older male slave approached the queen. His gaze strayed to hers, and she could see contempt and hatred in his eyes, the kind that humans would show demons. 'Can he see through me?' Mira wondered worriedly, outwardly keeping her calm. "Yes, he can be a bit rough. I am grateful that you had the sense to cover up those unsightly marks he leaves on his whores." The queen said, leaning forward as the man gave forward and bowed at her feet. "An important message my empress!" The man began keeping his head bowed. "Would you mind meeting in private?" "Everyone out!" The empress thundered, rumbling the very floor beneath Mira's feet. "But not you Mira." The queen whispered. The room was cleared of every slave and servant within seconds, leaving only: Mira, the queen, and the messenger. The messenger looked pointedly at Mira, before he turned to address the queen, knowing better than to ask for her to send Mira away. "Two high ranking demons have been killed, their hearts likely eaten along with their souls." He said quietly. The empress gasped and fanned herself, paling if that was possible for a demon. "Completely decimated?" She whispered fearfully. "Only dust my empress, only dust."The messenger answered quietly, casting his gaze once more at Mira. The demon growing inside Mira, turned it's head and chose then to make itself known. 'This human knew who they were, what was inside of them, and for that he would have to be killed!' A voice in Mira said softly, deceptively calm and reassuring. 'We must kill him and another; we must feed.' It whispered seductively. "What a horrific thing!" Mira gasped, clutching onto her queen to show support, while continuing to stare at the messenger, contemplating how she would kill her first human. In that moment, she knew she had no soul, but she wondered if she could regain one by killing bad things, bad demons and bad souls. And if not,... Well, that was just too bad, because there was no stopping now. Chapter 10 Mira scratched at her arm, smudging her careful make up. Pulling her fingers away, she felt a sick sense of pride at bits of blood and skin came away with it. There was no revulsion on her face as she stared at her blood and skin, if anything it only added to the desire to kill. Bringing her fingers to her lips, Mira licked and sucked until she could feel the blood run down her throat, taste the texture of her skin as she bit into the flesh. The craving for her next kill disgusted her, but right on the heels of that disgust was a lust for the darkness. She wanted to bathe in her kills, she enjoyed the blood and the gore like a cat enjoyed catnip. Mira pulled her fingers away, looking at the clean glistening fingers. This wasn't what she wanted, she had started all of this killing to escape hell, to find her salvation. Yet here she was, craving something that used to disgust her. She was no fool, somewhere in her mind she had always known that as soon as she killed her soul would be lost forever, if it had even existed to begin with. She'd always known it, but a part of her had simply refused to believe it; the naive human part of her had refused to believe it. Mira continued to walk, trying to hide the hand that she had removed the makeup from. If anybody saw her black reflective skin they would know what she'd done, and what she was. Silently she wondered why she had even begun killing? Had it been because she'd thought that by killing something evil she could regain her soul? Had she thought that if she took the power of demons that she would somehow not be susceptible to the powers' influence? That she would be impervious to the power? That it wouldn't turn her into one of them? Licking her lips, her internal musings were lost along with her conscience as she smelled the scent she had been tracking for the last few hours. Because of the murders of two of hells more prominent figures, all of the general, guards, and soldiers of Hell had converged on the palace. All the powers in one place had only seemed to speed up Mira's change and had triggered a sort of blood lust for her. General Eblis was her next target. The most powerful general in Hell's army, once Mira had scented him she'd been like a dog with a bone. Mira stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, breathing in the general's scent, with her heightened sense of smell. His specific scent reminded her of dying roses that had been smothered by a virgin's blood and left in the sun to rot. It was both a sickening smell and an enticing smell all at once. Pushing through the door, Mira was hit with the generals scent, and all at once she became horny; her nipples grew tight, her panties became soaked, and she couldn't stop panting for the life of her. The general wasn't even in his room, but Mira knew it would only be a matter of time before he returned. Now was just a waiting game. Slinking back into the shadows, Mira clutched her dagger close to her side and waited for him to return. She didn't know how long she waited, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours. Mira focused her ears, as she heard leather hitting marble, and knew the general was coming as his scent got stronger and her core began to throb. Mira watched the door knob turn, as the door was pushed open. Readjusting her stance, she waited until he closed the door and then she was on him, slicing through his vocal cords with the knife, feeling the blood spray hot against her already heated skin. The feeling of killing the general was one she hadn't yet experienced. It was as if she was coming home, with the spray of blood and the sound of bones breaking. The knife was suddenly not enough, and she began to tear his body apart with her teeth and fingers. No, that's not right, with her fangs and claws! The wings she had kept bound, exploded from her back along with a very long and curved tail. Mira devoured the general, relishing the look of complete and utter terror in his eyes as she did so. Pulling out his heart she swallowed the thing while, watching his body turn to dust beneath her body. "Beautiful!" Mira whispered reverently as she picked up his soul, and stroked it lovingly. She took her time swallowing it, relishing in the feeling of power is gave her, the feeling of completeness that washed over her. But too soon that feeling was gone, replaced by irritation and anger as the door opened and a man he knew well entered. Mira moved more quickly than she ever thought she could, as she grabbed the messenger that she had seen only a day or so ago, and pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut. His scream of pain annoyed her, as she turned back to see him clutching the bloody hole where his arm used to be. Mira stared at the severed arm in her hand, not even realizing she had that much power. "Messenger!" Mira purred seductively, as she tossed the arm aside and made her way over to the man. "Y-You're the e-empresses bitch!" The man gasps out in terror and human defiance as he tried to back away from her. Mira smiled, silently wondering what she looked like. She knew she couldn't look anything like she had once looked. Even then, walking towards the man she could feel her tail twirling around her legs, and last time she checked humans didn't have tails. "Correct Mr.Messenger-very good." Mira said slowly, her voice throaty and seductive as she came to kneel before the man using one clawed finger to trace the curve of his neck. Blood followed in its wake, and Mira knew that this final act, the taking of a human life would forever turn her into the thing she hated most. Demon's she could kill and still feel like she had at least portion of her humanity left, but killing a human? Once she crossed that bridge there was no going back; she couldn't go back. Drawing her hand up she reached into his chest and forcibly removed his heart with of sharp tug. It was a quick, gruesome death, and one that she knew would haunt her for however much longer she lived. Unlike demon hearts, a human's heart had a certain sweetness to it, like eating a sweet hard candy; the taste resembling butterscotch. Yet unlike demons, his body didn't dissolve into sand, it stayed there, his eyes staring unseeingly at her as a bright red light came out of his chest. Mira had never seen anything like it, it was beautiful and terrifying all at once. The thing was warm, unlike the blue souls of a demon and it had something that demon souls never had, it had memories and hopes and dreams, which all flooded Mira as she ate it. The action of eating a human's soul, the messengers soul, was a singular experience. It gave her back all the emotions she had thought she'd lost, and for a brief second in time it made Mira feel something like human again. All too quickly the moment was over and distantly she heard a bell rang out, signaling danger and death and chaos. Mira rose from her crouched position, wiping the blood off her face as she went to the balcony and forced the doors open. Pausing, she looked back at the dead body of the messenger and the dust of the general, there was no turning back now. Mira smiled sadly, as she took to the sky and shed her last trace of humanity. Fury Chapter 11 Mira muted her ears to the distressing sounds of the bell, opting for complete and utter silence instead. She didn't yet know where she was going, but the wind felt good against her wings, even if it was a little hot from Hells scorching volcanos. She moved from one extreme into the other as she landed gracefully on top of a mountain, shaking off a layer of ice that coated her skin. Skin? No, that was what humans had. She had light reflective scales throughout her body, which bent and moved as she did. Everything about her new body was meant to protect her, entice others, and untimely kill with the most amount of pain. Mira flexed her claws, twitched her tail, and rolled her shoulders as she tested out her new parts. "Hmm... I feel good." Mira purred, sensing the other things lurking in the shadows, looking for her weaknesses and preparing to strike. She was ready for them, ready for anything. The thought of blood and death and gore made her hot, made her long for a quick hard fuck. Suddenly the thought of pain didn't make her numb or scared it had her excited, the thought of feeling something-anything was exhilarating. "Come and die sweets." Mira said loudly, noticing her voice was deeper, raspier. The minute she turned her head they attacked, all at once converging on her with fangs, claws, and weapons. Mira laughed as she effortlessly and brutally demolished every single demon that attacked her. In the frenzy she couldn't eat every single one of their souls and it frustrated her. Turning to a nasty little bugger with a wicked set of knives, Mira reached out quickly and grabbed him by his neck, feeling the blades cut into her skin. Growling at the annoyance, Mira felt her blood begin to boil, her anger pouring out of her in pure waves of blue flames. The little demon began to struggle harder as Mira burned him alive, feeling an intense satisfaction over his agonizing screams. The kill wasn't messy, and the soul just floated down into the waiting cavern of her mouth and she swallowed it whole. Raw power suffused the air as Mira discovered her new talents and proceeded to use them on every single demon on the mountain; even the ones that didn't attack her. Bones crunched, blood sprayed, fire eviscerated every living thing and... It. Was. Glorious! Mira stopped as the last demon fell and she greedily gobbled up his soul. They had been weak, but power was still power and she was in abundance of it. Spinning in a wide circle, Mira laughed and smiled as the ice turned to steam against her heated scales. She moved with a new sense of freedom, at once forgetting her old life as a human. Mira took to the sky, speeding through the sulfur and around the mountains of Hell. She was energized and pumped as she finally landed on the top of the largest volcano. Hot and burning under her feet, the pain from the active volcano didn't register as she looked out across the valleys and cities that made up most of Hell. Her gaze finally landed on the place that she had been commanded to call home, but a place that had never been anything less than a prison to her, the palace. A distance away but coming towards her fast, Mira could hear the slither of a snake. So light that she doubted even most demons could hear it, but then she wasn't most demons; if she was even a demon at all. For once the sound didn't bother her, the fear she had always felt wasn't anywhere in her, and Mira wondered at this change. Could she not feel fear anymore? Turning slowly, Mira smiled as the snake came into view, so quick she could barely train her eyes to it. "Asmody." Chapter 12 "Mira my dear child." Asmody whispered, as Mira felt a gust of wind hit the side of her. Ignoring him, Mira turned and gasped in surprise as the thing she had always wanted-still wanted lay in front of her. A portal to the human world, back to Earth, back to her home. Mira reached out, lightly running her claws against the edges of the floating portal. She could feel the night air against her skin, smell the fresh grass and street vendors, and the coming rain. A child dropped his toy, and he began to cry. Mira could hear his pain and hear the mothers frustration tinged with exhaustion. Everything was within her grasp, so close she could taste it. "You have to hold it Jeremy! I won't pick it up again if it drops." Mira heard the mother say sternly, from just inside the portal as they began to move again, the wheels of the stroller scraping against the cement of the sidewalk. "You fucking bastard." Mira laughed softly, greedily looking through the portal to the world she could no longer call home. It was useless, but not pointless. She knew exactly why he was showing her the one thing she wanted. It was almost comical. Shaking her head Mira wanted to laugh and cry. A demon's goal was never really death, it was everything that came before it: pain, suffering, agony, and... sadness. "I'm a demon love." Asmody said snaking around her ankle and traveling up her body. Those four simple words spoke volumes. As if to say that is had always been the outcome, from that first meet to the first rape, until this moment. He was a demon after all. It was a strange sensation, his scales rubbing against her own, almost as if they were alike. That thought alone disturbed her as she drew back from the portal and remembered where she was. "Change fucker." Mira said, her expression deadpan as she continued to stare as people passing on the other side of the portal, yet she could no longer connect with them on a human level. "You're no fun Mira." He said, his snake skin melting away as he took another form just behind her, trying to cover her, dominate her. Mira flexed her wings and twitched her tail, feeling her talons cut into her palms. Slowly she turned away from the world she had once known, the world she had loved only after it had been taken away from her. "Am I a demon now?" Mira asked curiously, slicing a large gash into his chest. Blood streamed as he chuckled, reaching out and gripping her neck and bring her face inches from his own. "No. You are... different. You exist in a world outside of ours and theirs. My dear, you are in a caste all your own." Asmody said, covering her mouth in a brutal parody of a kiss. Mira thought about what he had said, as she tasted blood and felt his hands transform into snakes that slither around her body. Not a demon, Mira thought quizzically, yet not a human. It was strange, but she felt like that. Hell no longer scared her, and the human world... well she didn't know how she felt about it. Once of his snakes snake got dangerously close to her vulva and she grabbed it, yanked it out and incinerated it in her palm, relishing the shrieks of agony the thing emitted as it died. "Do you know why I took you Mira?" Asmody asked, as the rest of the snakes slithered up to him and once again became part of his flesh. "You were bored." Mira said turning back to the portal and watching as it began to close, as if wanting her to understand she would never be offered this chance again. "Because I saw a true demoness in you. The human world never suited you Mira. You are darkness, death, pain, and cruelty. When I saw you I was instantly hard, and I knew I had to peel back that facade of goodness to find your true core." Asmody bent at the knee, licking across her naked scaled stomach. "You are perfect now." Mira smiled, wrapping her hand around his throat and dragging him up. "You had me raped, mutilated, humiliated, and killed a dozen times over." Asmody just smiled at her, his hand going to her breast and massage the flesh. Mira smiled back at him, crushing his mouth to hers as she ripped off his clothes. Within a second he was inside her, and she was fucking herself on his dick, hard and violent. Internally she channeled her heat, warming her body until she was burning from the inside out. She wrapped herself around his body, beginning to burn him as she climaxed, literally bursting into flames. Asmody shrieked, screamed, and scratched at her as he slowly burned alive. Mira laughed maniacally as she felt him turn to ash beneath her, inside her, his soul laying innocuously on the ground. He would begin to grow again, unless... She popped him into her mouth, eating his everything as she had done with all the others. Souls, the thing she had once craved, the thing which she had thought made her human. In reality, she did not know what made her human, perhaps it was her tenacity for life? The need to continue on surviving, even when you hated yourself and all that you've become. Mira shrugged nonchalantly, no longer concerned with the state of her soul. It didn't matter now anyway. Licking the residue of Asmody off her fingers, she turned her head to catch a last glimpse of the human world before the portal sealed completely. She had cast out her humanity in exchange for something darker, something more powerful and she couldn't exactly be upset of saddened by that fact. Mira displayed her fangs as she watched flames lick across Hell, the screams of souls forever in agony penetrating her ears, followed by the suffocating smell of sulfur that infiltrated her nostrils and lungs. This was it! This was her new home; and she would embrace it, fuck it, destroy it! Until there was no trace of what had been... Only glimpses of what would be-of what she would continue to become. *** *Remember to comment and vote. Constructive comments make me a better writer!* Fury Edited by Connie Ann ***** A female walks in and sits down on the fur rug close to the fire place. Thorald wonders if anybody notices his existence and looks at the woman who has long sexy legs instead of the kissing couples. "Who are you my lady?" The woman smiles at the man that she hadn't met before, and she takes a sip from her hot coffee. "I'm Fury and you're?" "Good morning Fury! I'm Thorald Deighton the mercenary. It seems like everybody ignores me but I don't care. I substitute love with hate because there is nothing else out there for me. The bad year is over and another one begins." "Yes another year is about to come, Thorald. Ignored? I do believe I greeted you. I did not see you greet everybody just me. If one wishes to be greeted then they should do likewise. But yes a new year and a new start for us all." "Nothing matters in the end. I did greet you but all the ladies just leave me. This is very depressing." Fury arches a brow curiously. "I'm sorry. Hello Thorald." "Hello Fury." "Thorald, though many of the lovely young ladies that visit at the Inn may have a delightfully submissive nature, a gentleman should never assume it. Even the most submissive Miss desires to be wooed not mauled and every young lady whether she is submissive or not has the right to say no and it will be respected. The duty of a master is to meet the subs needs and by doing so she meets his. It's a two way street each completing the other." "I agree but the sad thing is that I used to do like that and I lost many good friends because of that attitude. Young woman please don't make my mistakes. Everyone has the right to say no when the circumstances forces them to have to stop the action. This doesn't mean that you have the right to force them. Nobody wants to be known as a rapist and how often have you met or experienced a dominate female?" "Obviously you don't know any nurses." "Work and pleasure what a wonderful idea Fury. I'll never doubt that you're a very sweet, charming, strong, sensual and capable young lady. Perhaps you'll be my very private nurse my dear. I would enjoy collaborating with you." Fury smiles to Thorald with a soft and settle blush. A slight smirk plays on her lips. A soft kiss brushes Fury's moist pink lips. She returns his kiss and says: "Thorald you flatter me, thank you" "Well Fury do you feel a need for a complete physical Miss, perhaps you could give me an anatomy lesson. Perhaps I should listen to your heart my dear." Thorald places his ear to Fury's breast and rests his cheek on her nipple. His arms snake around her trimmed little waist as he draws her closer to him. Fury chuckles and catches the breath when she feels his body close to hers. "Perhaps I should open your shirt Fury so that I can hear your heart beat better. Right now it sounds a little bit rapid and loud my dear. Almost as if you're horny." "I would appreciate if you could help me to remove my shoes." Thorald holds Fury's hand and leads her to his room. Fury couldn't help but to grin as she watched how Thorald took off her white shoes. The tickle made Fury jump. The feet were one of the most sensitive parts of her body. She was watching how he threw her shoes into the fire. Fury's brown eyes met Thorald's. "Thank you for helping me. I do hope you intend on keeping my feet warm then." "I'm sure that things will get warmer Fury." Fury couldn't stop the laughter when he tickled her feet with his fingers. He chuckles as Fury jumped and the reaction pleased him. Thorald loved a woman with sensitive feet. Thorald watched the heated and amazing feelings she gave him. He'd never been shy about his sexuality. "You're beautiful and sexy." Thorald's hands slipped under Fury's skirt and they caressed the sensual curve of her tight little bottom. His fingers danced slowly along the soft inner thigh and brushed Fury's pubic hair seductively. "Thank you Thorald. Could you be naughty with your weapon and relieve me from my clothes without marring my pale flawless skin my friend?" "You would like that wouldn't you." He laughed softly and gave Fury a teasing look. "Don't you trust me my friend?" Thorald joked. He grinned as his sword teased along the sides of her body and it gleamed in the light. Thorald tore the fabric with a delicate slowness and the barest of touches as his blade left her skin unharmed while the white shirt was in two pieces. He reached up his hand and let it slide through her brown hair before Thorald kissed Fury slowly and lightly. Fury looks around the room and had to catch her breath now. Thorald's kiss hadn't lasted long enough. Fury licked her lips when she heard his words and took a deep breath to control her heart rate. Fury was nervous and shaking when she said: "I've never been the center of this much attention before." "It's my pleasure kitten." Thorald gives Fury a roughish wink. "I love your work Thorald, not even a scratch on my succulent pale pink nipples." "I feel that you'll not have much need for your skirt my young lady." The soft metallic whisper of his sword's blade caresses Fury's senses when it hooks into her little white skirt. He cuts it over both her hips downwards the long sculptured legs. Thorald picks up the remains of Fury's clothes into the fire. He gives his miss a long and lingering sensual kiss on her newly bared sweet little hairy vagina. "You're a sweet naked little nymph." Thorald gives Fury a deep soul searing kiss and she returns his amazing kiss with her own passion and fire. "I do believe I may need to borrow your ringmail or something else because it's too dangerous to walk around naked." "Do you know where or how I can enter the hidden entrance to the secret underground dungeon and what I'll find inside it?" "The dungeon is by invitation only Thorald and the young ladies or men that Kat takes there are the ones to determine if they want someone else to join them there." "I was invited to the dungeon to have group sex with Kat and Wolfy but they left without me." "Here at the inn it's always the lady's prerogative as to who she entertains or not. Thoughts feelings and actions changes when things become more private." "I'll get you new clothes." Thorald says and exits the room. Fury of the Storm "Get down here!" yelled mom from the basement. "Hurry up, the storms coming," she shouted as I quickly opened the basement and ran down the stairs. Mom, dad and my sister Dana were already in the corner of the dark, dusty basement huddled together. It was no big deal for a storm to blow through central Oklahoma in the summertime like the one that was happening now. "We get these storms every year guys. It's not that big of a deal." Just as I said that, a loud crashing sound was heard upstairs. It sounded like someone had driven a car through the wall of our house and tore it to pieces in the process. I was a little scared at that point. I did not know what had just happened. Did a tornado rip through our home leaving its mess behind? Nobody knew! What seemed like an eternity later, mom sent dad upstairs just to take a peek and see what had happened. Meanwhile my sister Dana was holding on to me for dear life. As if I was the only person in the world who could make her fear disappear. I was fine with this. I love my sister dearly and I would do anything in the world to protect her. Dana is a nineteen year old freshman at the local community college. I, on the other hand, was twenty-two and decided not to go to college. I wanted to enter the work force right away after high-school; so with some training from a friend of my dad's, I became a welder. A pretty good one, I might add. Dad came down stairs and mom looked at him frightened and said "What is it? What was that loud noise?" "You're not going to believe this but a huge branch from that oak tree in our front yard fell on our roof!" "Oh no," I thought. "This can't be good." After a few minutes the storm was over and we all slowly returned upstairs to survey the damage that had just been done to our house. "Well I'd better call the insurance adjuster," was the first words out of dad's mouth. "I'll check with some friends to see if we can spend a few days with them while all this gets taken care of," mom said. Unfortunately, none of mom or dad's friends had room for all of us to stay with them. The neighbors didn't have electricity due to the storm and the closest friend of ours lived in the town north of us, about fifteen miles away. But he only had one spare bedroom so he could only house mom and dad. We had no relatives in this part of the country since mom and dad both left the town they grew up in when they graduated high school. They ran away together after school and somehow ended up here. Mom called the local motel to see if they had power and surprisingly they did. She said that they only had one room available so she booked it and said that Dana and I would have to room together. We hadn't roomed together in many, many years, but we had to do it because this storm had impacted everyone is the local area. We weren't the only family in need of a place to stay. I grabbed all of the necessities I could think of and my sister did the same. We climbed in my car and took off for the Cherokee Inn Motel. I was taking a quick shower so I wouldn't use up all the hot water when it was my sister's turn to shower. She hates it when I use up all the hot water. I dried off, jumped out, and got into my boxer shorts. I heard the room-phone ring. Dana answered it but I could not hear what she was saying from inside the bathroom. "Hey Scott, it's just mom. She just wondered if we made it here all right and got checked in and everything." When the phone call ended, Dana hopped up out of her bed and squeezed past me on the way to the bathroom. The hallway on the way to the bathroom was very narrow. I know she had to feel my cock when she rubbed up against me on the way into the bathroom, however she did not say a word. I know she had always been curious about seeing me naked, although she never had. I had dated her friend Denise from high-school a few years ago and I bet you anything they got to talking about men, and somehow my name had been brought up in this conversation because, over the last few years, I had noticed that Dana was starting to notice me, if you know what I mean. I had a wild idea while she was in the shower. I always wanted to know if she noticed me; so I tried to keep my dick hard and let it bulge the front of my shorts just to see if she would notice it when she came out of the bathroom. That idea surely worked, but did she think I was a fucking pervert or did she somehow enjoy it? She giggled a little bit when she came out of the bathroom because my protruding cock was the first thing she noticed. Her face got blood red and she said in the cutest voice "Aren't you gonna do something about that?" "Maybe later," I said as she couldn't help but stare. I was acting nonchalant about the whole thing, like it was nothing for me to have my dick raising my boxers like a tent. Now I was just messing with her. "Unless you wanna help?" I jokingly asked, expecting to get a "Fuck you Scott!" Instead she sat down on the edge of the bed, eyed my dick like it was some kind of fucking lollipop and started feeling me up. "What are you doing?" I protested. "Helping you take care of your ENORMOUS problem," she said in a sexy voice. "What? I was just kidding around, you're my sister." She said "It's just us, nobody has to know about this." She lowered my shorts and went down on me like no one had ever done before. Her warm mouth felt so good around my hard cock. It felt like heaven. She licked the tip for a minute then proceeded to go down all the way. She bobbed her head up and down on my hard dick and she made the sweetest moaning sounds. She looked up at me and said "You taste so good, I want to make you feel good tonight." "Oh that feels so good, baby. I can't believe we're doing this." I told her. She sucked on my cock until I was almost ready to cum and she said "You better save some of that for later." She started kissing me on the mouth, tongue and all. We had pecked each other on the cheek before but never like this. This was erotic, this was hot! Her lips interlocked with mine. Our tongues danced as we held each other in a warm embrace. She then slipped her panties off and proceeded to straddle my cock. She lowered down on my dick so softly at first then began to thrust upwards and back down again. She was enjoying this as much, if not more, than I was. We were passionately making love. "Oh yeah!" she screamed as our body heat started rising. "Oh yeah, you feel so good baby. I love fucking your big hard cock. Oh stick me with your big hard cock!" Her body was writhing as we fucked harder and harder. "Oh, harder," she screamed. We were in ecstasy. I pulled out again just as I was almost ready to cum. She said "What's the matter baby?" "Just saving myself." I explained. I began to kiss her on the lips once again. She was getting turned on by this and I knew she was enjoying it. I went from her lips to her neck. I pecked quick kisses on her neck and then worked my way down to her chest and her nipples. I sucked the left nipple first and she moaned in delight. Then I worked my way over to her right nipple and she moaned some more. I kissed a trail down her beautiful body to her love canal. She had a strip of pubic hair leading down to her pussy. Her light brown carpet DID match the curtains. She is an all-natural beauty. Her beautiful pussy awaited my attention as I softly and tenderly kissed her pussy lips and then took my fingers and spread them apart revealing her clit. I put my tongue on it and began to play with it. She started to moan in delight as I was making her wet once again. I poked my index finger inside her pussy as I licked and played with her clit. She really liked it because she put her hands on my head and said "That's it brother, that's the spot." I could not believe this was my own sister I was making love to. It was so wrong which only made it feel that much more right. This was pure ecstasy, this was pure heaven. "That's it baby, that's it! Make your little sister cum! Oh, oh, oh yeah! Mmmmmmmm!" She was twitching, moaning and writhing in delight as her first orgasm of the night took place right in front of my tongue. It was beautiful. I had always cared about my sister but now all I cared about was making her feel good and from the sounds emanating from her, I assumed I was doing a pretty good job. "That was the best I've ever felt in my life, big brother," she said to me as I lined up my cock with her love hole. "Stick it in me, I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel!" I needed no persuasion. I began to pound her with my cock, back and forth, back and forth. She was moaning in pure delight like nothing else had ever made her feel this damn good in her entire life. Come to think of it, all the guys she had ever been with have been real assholes. They probably took off and left her after she gave them what they wanted. Well, fuck them! I may be her brother but I'm giving her the best she's ever had. No wonder, she stared at my cock through my shorts from time to time. She was wondering when I was going to give it to her, she was just too shy to make the first move. I had to be the aggressor in this situation, and I was. I was pounding my cock in and out of her tight love hole when I felt that all-too-familiar feeling. I was about to cum and I let her know ahead of time so she could tell me what to do with it. She said "Cum in my mouth!" She wanted to taste it. I pulled out and climbed up the bed as quickly as I could and let loose right in her mouth. It was the greatest feeling in the world. My own sister was eating my cum. Not too many guys could say that I bet. It was beautiful. She gagged on some of it but managed to swallow most of it with a few drops still on her nose and lips. She looked up at me and smiled and said "Well, big brother, looks like we're in for a long night." "Oh really? I wonder what we can do to pass the time?" I joked as we both laughed hysterically.