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Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 01

By: Lady_Dysprosia



 (This story takes place immediately after Drummer Boy – The Call.)



A few minutes after leaving the Motel 6, Jason was inside the Waffle House. It was one of those combo restaurant / truck stops with the restaurant on one side, convenience store on the other, and the restrooms (including rent-a-showers for the truckers) in the middle.

Jason got a table on the restaurant side and ordered a sausage and pancake breakfast. It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast, but whatever. He needed the protein. Or the carbs. Hell, he didn't know which was which. Health stuff was Kristin's bag, not his, but he knew he needed something substantial.

After he gave his order to the waiter, Jason ducked into the bathroom to wash up a bit. A shower was out of the question, but he could at least get the dried cum off his face. And elsewhere. He spent a few frenzied minutes taking care of business, hoping he washed away everything obvious, and headed back to the restaurant.

When he returned, Kristin was sitting at his table, fiddling with her phone. Jason slid into the seat across the table from her and said, "Hey."

"Hey back at you," Kristin said. She put her phone away and met his gaze.

"How'd you know where I was sitting?" he asked.

"Easy," Kristin said. "I just asked about a guilty-looking guy with great forearms." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Looks like you fit the bill."

Jason grinned sheepishly. He was definitely rumpled, that much he knew from his reflection in the bathroom mirror, but apparently he'd failed the "looking guilty" test.

Kristin looked as gorgeous as ever. She was dressed in her running clothes, ready for her afternoon run, although she hadn't gone yet. She wore a white tank top, under which he could see the outline of a sea green jogging bra. The bra flattened her breasts considerably, but there was no denying the stunning pair she sported underneath.

He'd caught a glimpse of her black running shorts as he sat down and got a thrill from seeing her long, toned legs crossed under the table.

Oddly, she was wearing makeup. Not a lot, but the fact that she had applied smoky brown eyeshadow, peach lip gloss and just a hint of blush made him wonder if she really intended to go running.

The total effect of this had Jason mesmerized. He couldn't help but stare into her icy blues. He wanted to skip the talking and just kiss her lips, let his hands play along her body, dallying where they may...

"Wake up, drummer boy," Kristin snapped.

"Sorry," Jason said. "I'm a little out of it."

"And why is that?" Kristin said coolly.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said.

"Why don't you give it your best shot," Kristin said.

Jason knew he had to tread carefully, here. 'Open and honest' was one thing, but this was gonna be a hard sell. Still, he had to talk to someone about it; might as well be Kristin.

"So, last night," he began, "after the show, after that bullshit with Percy... there was this girl."

"Of course there was," Kristin said, not bothering to hide the disdain in her voice.

"And well, yeah, we had sex," Jason said.

"Shocker," said Kristin. She put the straw of her water glass to her lips. She drew a long drink from it and said, "Anything else?"

"Well... yeah, kinda," Jason said.

"Okay, then," Kristin prompted. "Out with it."

"Look..." Jason said, "you're not gonna freak out if I tell you some stuff, are you?"

Kristin put her glass down on the table, a little too heavily, it seemed to Jason.

"If you're planning on giving me a play-by-play of what went down," Kristin said, "don't bother. Just be honest. That's the rule."

"You bet," Jason said. "It's just that... this chick was really freaky."

"I said I don't want details– "

"I don't mean like freaky sexy," Jason said. "I mean freaky scary."

"Dear god," Kristin said. "You didn't hook up with some meth head, did you? 'Cause that's a deal-breaker. I'm not risking a cooch full of STDs for you."

"Hey, give me some fucking credit. I have standards," Jason said. "No, I think this chick was some sort of witch... or something."

Kristin's arched her eyebrows in suspicion. "Really?" she said. "Like some mother earth, twigs and bark-eating, hairy armpits granola gal?"

"No no, not like that," Jason said. "I mean like a real witch."

"And why do you say that?" Kristin said.

"She was doing... I don't know how else to put it... magic stuff," Jason said, "and it was totally working."

"Riiiight," Kristin said. "Like that trick where a skank pulls a hard-on out of the lucky volunteer's pants. Fall for that one every time, don't you?"

"Hey," Jason said, "I thought that this... thing... we've got going on only works if we're honest, right? So I'm telling you."

Kristin stared silently for a moment after he finished speaking, contemplating, and then said, "Okay. A witch, you say."

"Yeah," said Jason. "Or a demon, or something. I didn't want to fuck with her, but... there was this chalk circle, right? Well, not a circle really, it was more like an outline."

"And that's important because...?" Kristin said.

"I couldn't get out of the room!" Jason said. "I couldn't even reach the door! And... she was really strong. Like, she could pick me up one-handed."

"Butch gals," Kristin mused, "that's a new thing for you."

"But she wasn't, though," Jason said. "She was built like average." Except for her mind-bogglingly large breasts, he thought, with a mixture of awe and terror and not a little bit of shame...but he figured he was on thin ice already, and poking that nerve right now would be a bad idea.

"So then what?" Kristin said. "You just had to fuck this bitch, right?"

"It was totally against my will!" Jason blurted. "I didn't want to, see? But I was trapped, overpowered, and she kept using these spells on me..."

Kristin held up a hand. "Whoa," she said. "Spells? Isn't that a little much, Jason?"

"I swear," Jason said. "I didn't believe it myself at first. But something..." he glanced side to side and lowered his volume, "something supernatural happened."

Kristin cocked her head, and furrowed her brow. The mild creases in her forehead this produced only highlighted how flawless her skin was. Jason had the totally unreasonable urge to lick her face.

"When you said 'demon'," Kristin said, "I thought you meant some crazy bitch who couldn't say no. Are you trying to say you fucked an actual demon?"

Jason nodded a couple hundred times. "Red skin, wings and everything," he said.

"I thought you said she looked normal?" Kristin said.

"She did at first," Jason said, "but then she changed."

"And she forced you to have sex with her," Kristin said.

"I know it's hard to believe," Jason said. "But that's what happened."

"Uh-huh," Kristin said.

A few seconds passed in silence, and then the waiter arrived with their food. Kristin had ordered a Cobb salad, hold the pork and chicken. She ate a few bites, and chewed thoughtfully, not looking at Jason.

After a minute, Kristin said, "You should eat. Aren't you hungry?"

Jason was hungry, but at the same time he didn't feel like eating. He was unnerved at how calm Kristin was acting, waiting for the explosion. He poured some syrup on his pancakes and sausage, and ate a few tentative bites.

"You know," Kristin said, "I shouldn't be surprised. A funny thing happened at the hospital last night."

"Oh really?" Jason said.

"Yeah," Kristin said. "EMTs brought a guy in right around midnight. DOA. Thought he was an overdose. Dr. Williams pronounced him and everything. Then, right at the stroke of twelve, he opened his eyes. Real wide, like he was staring through the ceiling."

Jason's eyes went wide with surprise. "No shit?" he said.

"Yup," Kristin said, "And then, he opened his mouth, like he was gonna scream. But instead of sound, bats flew out of his mouth."

"Holee crap. Maybe it's connected," Jason said, intrigued. "What did you do?"

"We didn't have to do anything," Kristin said. "There were bats flying all over the place, but as soon as they landed somewhere, they turned into cupcakes. Then Hello Kitty showed up and a disco ball dropped out of the OR ceiling. We ended up having a great big cupcake dance party."

"Okay," Jason said, deflated. "I get it. Very funny, ha ha."

"It's every bit true as that steaming pile of horse shit you've been shoveling," Kristin said.

"Look," Jason said, "I just wanted to let you know what happened last night. I was in real danger–"

"Just...stop," Kristin said flatly. "You know, this thing we've got...I'm okay with it as long as you tell me the truth."

"That is the truth, I swear!"

"A magical demon came forth from the darkness and forced you to fuck her brains out? That's what you're calling 'the truth'?" She took another bite of salad. "Pathetic."

"Look, I can prove it," Jason said. He reached into his pocket, trying to fish out the diabolus, his only piece of hard evidence.

"Spare me," Kristin said. She threw her fork into her salad bowl. "I've gotta pee."

Kristin got up from the table, leaving Jason still fumbling around in his pants for the gold coin.

He watched her walk toward the connected bathrooms, and couldn't help but admire the way her running shorts hugged the curves of her ass. He hoped it wouldn't be the last he saw of her. So much for open and honest. Maybe he should have lied, anyway.

Jason picked at his pancakes, waiting for Kristin to return. He was thinking about the awkward ride to his apartment, if she was still willing to do that for him. At best, things were going to be tense for a while. He'd have to treat her extra nice if he wanted a shot at getting back in good with her...

His phone pinged, signaling that he'd gotten a text. He pulled it out, and saw that it was from Kristin. "meet me in the lady's room", it said.

Jason looked around the restaurant. The place was almost empty at this time of day, and no women customers were present. Would anyone notice if he just waltzed into the ladies' room?

Ping, another message. "RIGHT NOW".

"This girl's gonna get me arrested," Jason muttered as he got up from the table and walked toward the bathrooms.

At the ladies' room entrance, he gave another quick look-around to make sure no one was watching. He took a deep breath and slipped inside as casually as he could manage.

Inside, there was a row of connected aluminum stalls. Jason had been in a women's bathroom before, so he wasn't surprised at the lack of urinals, or that it was several degrees cleaner than men's bathrooms, or the fact that someone had made the effort to furnish it with a large potted plant in one corner. Nor was he surprised that there was a long, green vinyl couch, bolted to the wall.

It was on this couch that Kristin sat, her arms crossed under her breasts, glaring fire at him, looking hella pissed.

"Look," he said, "If you wanted somewhere private to talk about this–"

"Just shut up," Kristin said. "I've had about enough of your talking."

She stood up, walked to the stall across from her and pushed on the door. It swung inward and slammed against the inside wall, the sound echoing loudly in the restroom.

"Get in," Kristin said.

"Are you crazy?" Jason protested.

"Oh, you haven't seen crazy yet," Kristin said. "Get the fuck in there."

Jason had no idea what Kristin was up to, but, hoping for the best, he did as he was told.

There wasn't a lot of room in the stall, and Jason ended up standing over the ancient toilet, clean except for a few spots of rust where the metal fixtures met the ceramic. Kristin immediately followed him inside, almost knocking him over in the process.

"What are you – "

"I said shut the fuck up," Kristin said angrily. "You talk too much. Now sit your ass down."

The only place to sit was on the toilet, so he down he sat. There was no lid, so he plopped his butt onto the plastic toilet seat. The thing didn't feel that sturdy to begin with, but felt even less stable as Kristin advanced on him and shoved her groin into his face.

"I was waiting for you," she said. "All week. Didn't fuck anyone, didn't get myself off. All because I wanted to give you a good time. A good hard fucking for the lady."

Jason's nose and mouth were almost perfectly even with her mound. He could see the outline of her pussy lips through the spandex shorts. He could smell her arousal, and the scent was delicious. His lips parted to better take in her flavor.

Kristin grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at her.

"And while I'm waiting for you, saving myself for you, you're out fucking randoms. Couldn't wait to stick it in the first bitch you could find, could you?"

"It wasn't like that!" Jason said quickly. "She was–"

Kristin shoved his face back into her crotch. "Crazy?" she said.

Jason had been about to say "a demon", but realized that "crazy" applied to Pearl too.

Kristin continued. "I'll show you crazy," she said, grinding herself into his face. "Consider this Lesson One."

She released his hair and reached upward to grab the walls of the stall. She continued to force her pussy against Jason's face, pushing him back.

Kristin began to moan. "The lady's angry with you, Jason," she said. "You need to make her happy. Can you make her smile, baby?"

Jason was actually quite willing to oblige "the lady"; he really wanted to make the lady smile. He only wished it could have been in a more accommodating location. Jason attempted to say this in a muffled reply.

"No. Talking." Kristin said. "Pull my shorts down."

Jason slid his hands slowly up her thighs, pausing for a moment to caress her ass. He hooked his thumbs into her waistband and began to draw her running shorts down.

"Faster, dumbass!" Kristin said. "The lady doesn't have time for your lovey-dovey shit!"

All the better, Jason thought. Her scent was making him crazy, and he was eager to get down to business. He pulled down sharply, feeling her ass bounce pleasingly against his palms.

Her auburn thatch was exposed before him. She was already incredibly wet, and her musky scent was powerful. Jason wanted more, and buried his nose in her pubic hairs.

"I knew you were hungry," Kristin said. "Go ahead baby, eat that pussy up."

Jason did. With Kristin grinding into his face, Jason dove in, lapping with big, wet strokes at first, to get her whole area good and slick. Then, going deeper, he began to lick inside her with long, firm strokes of his tongue along her inner walls, top to bottom and back again.

"There you go...there you go," Kristin moaned. "Make the lady smile..."

He held back from licking her clitoris. He'd bang that gong when the time was right. Right now, though, he was all about the musky, womanly taste of her, the feeling of her nether lips against his own lips, the smell of her that was so overwhelming. He squeezed her ass cheeks and she moaned and pressed herself into him even more.

"unnn...don't know why I put up with your shit," Kristin said. "I just want you to fuck me...just fuck me...make the lady happy...god damn it make the lady come you fucking bastard..."

Kristin held onto the walls of the stall as she forced her pussy into his face, and Jason could hear the joints creaking and grinding as they supported her efforts.

She had forced him back so far that his head was bumping the back wall, the porcelain tiles hard and cool against the back of his head. It wasn't pleasant. Either Kristin had no idea what she was doing to him, or didn't give a shit about his comfort.

Maybe in Kristin's mind, this was her idea of balancing the scales between them. Paying off whatever sex-debt that she seemed to think she was owed. Whatever the reason, though, Jason was going to give it his all, wanting to do right by her. The lady gets what the lady wants.

Jason kept her on the edge for some time, dimly aware of the grinding noises of the stall, and the not-unreasonable feeling that someone could walk in at any moment. Anyone who happened to walk in would have to be truly naive to not know exactly what was going on, what with Kristin so far gone, and immodestly muttering to herself.

"...fuck ...craziest bitch you'll ever find ...fuck, baby... so fucking good... eat it up you dirty fucking slut ...that's right ...mmm ...treat the lady niiiice ...shit ...the lady's gonna fuck you up ...lick that shit baby..."

Kristin was doing most of the work, actually, moving herself into the positions where she wanted Jason to lick. Jason simply provided his wet, eager, and agile tongue. Between the two of them they had coated her whole triangle, all the way down to her perineum, in saliva, sweat and pussy juices.

On the other hand, Jason's head was beginning to smart from the repeated banging against the porcelain.

Take your lumps, Jason thought. Make the lady smile.

He took one middle finger and inserted it into her pussy, getting it good and slippery. Kristin cooed at this, while Jason licked at her taint with long, flat strokes of his tongue. It wouldn't take much at this point for her to come, but Jason wanted to make it really special.

He took his slippery finger and, without warning, slid it into her asshole.

Kristin jerked forward sharply, banging his head against the wall with a heavy thunk. Ouch. That was gonna hurt in the morning, but he got the reaction he wanted.

"FUCK!" Kristin yelled. "Fuck, you fucking bastard! Fuck fuck fuck goddamn fuck!"

Kristin's pussy walls quaked and her legs shook violently. Jason slid his slippery finger in and out of her quivering asshole. It seemed to want to suck his finger right in, but Jason was in control now. Kristin babbled helplessly.

"fuck...fuck...fu..fu...uh...uh...uh..." she said, her whole body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Now he hit her clitoris. He flicked it with his tongue, and Kristin whimpered. Flick, flick, flick... lick, lick, lick... lap, lap, lap...

Kristin couldn't even speak any more. She just moaned and grunted deep in her throat as she spasmed over and over again. Jason had never felt her come like this before, and he wanted to keep it going.

Jason heard her draw in a deep breath, felt her tense for a big one, and pulled out all the stops. He dug his fingernails into her ass, probed his finger deeply into her asshole, all the while licking long rapid strokes into her pussy.

When he lapped at her clitoris again Kristin lost it. "Uhhn!" she squealed, and all her muscles tensed. Jason was aware of the sound of grinding concrete but was too concerned with being at the center of Kristin's hurricane-force orgasm to pay much heed.

Eventually, Kristin's quaking subsided, and she sighed and wavered above him. No longer able to stand, she simply sank into Jason's lap. She leaned into him, seeming heavier than she was, and Jason put his arms around her for support.

Her eyes were closed, and Jason briefly wondered if she had gone to sleep.

"Hey," he said at length. "Is the lady smiling?"

"Mmmm," Kristin said with a satisfied sigh. "The lady has left the building."

"Hey, we probably should too," Jason said. He nodded upward.

Languidly, Kristin looked up. She had pulled the aluminum side of the stall free of the concrete wall. There was a good half-foot gap between the wall and the bolts and hinges that were supposed to secure it.

"Hmmph," she murmured, "don't know my own strength."

Kristin stood up. Slowly and unsteadily at first but, with her confidence returning, she pulled up her running shorts. She straightened herself, then opened the stall door and exited. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror.

"Lunch is on you," she said breezily. "Meet me at the car. And by the way, you should really get that checked out."


Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 01



Jason shot her a quizzical look, and she pointed at the wall behind him. He turned to look, and saw a smear of blood on the porcelain.

In disbelief, Jason gingerly touched the sore spot on the back of his head and was rewarded with a vicious stinging sensation.

"Ouch!" Jason said. "Okay, you win. You are, by far, the craziest fucking", but he was cut off by the sound of the restroom door banging shut behind Kristin.

Jason quickly washed his hands in one of the sinks and hightailed it out of the restroom. He rushed over to the table where their mostly uneaten food still sat, miraculously untouched by the waitstaff. He dropped a twenty next to his plate, then beat it out the front doors to look for Kristin's silver Taurus.

He saw it, just as it pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. She'd decided to strand him after all. He wasn't 100% certain, but he thought he saw Kristin giving him the finger as she sped away.

##

With his day already shot, and not wanting to blow any more cash on a cab, Jason walked home. It was a pretty long walk, and on a cloudless Texan summer afternoon to boot, so by the time Jason arrived at his apartment, his whole body was soaked with sweat.

When he walked in the door, his roommate Telly looked up from the video game he was playing. Telly let out a long, low whistle.

"Jesus, Jason," Telly said. "Talk about rode hard and put away wet."

Jason allowed himself an anguished groan and said, "Dude, you don't know the half."

Jason sank hard into their "freecycled" faux leather chair and stretched. After nearly an hour's walk in the burning Texas sun, the AC in the apartment was about the most decadent pleasure he could imagine. He kicked off his shoes and let the cool air sink its chill into his bones.

"Kristin get ahold of you?" Telly asked.

"Um...yeah," Jason said. The back of his head still stung from her lustful onslaught. "You could say that."

Telly shrugged, and went back to his video game. Soldiers and military ordnance ranged in and out of view on the TV, along with the sounds of all-out war.

"That girl is gonna kill you, man," Telly said.

Now it was Jason's turn to shrug, not that Telly could see, with his eyes glued to the TV screen. Not really caring what was on television at the moment, Jason just watched Telly play his game.

Telly and Jason becoming roommates had been a quirk. Jason's previous roommate, a talentless guitar player for another local band, had skipped town unexpectedly, leaving Jason holding the bag for rent. Jason had posted a hasty craiglist request for a roommate, but a friend hipped him to Telly, an IT nerd who was new to town and needing a place to stay.

Telly was a pretty standard-issue late-model nerd. Video games, card games, and role playing games all came with the package, as well as comic books and anime, which had puzzled Jason initially.

Being so different from each other, Jason had been apprehensive at first. But Telly was tidy, without being a dick about it, he respected Jason's space, and, importantly, was on time with the rent. Plus, he had a sardonic streak that Jason appreciated. They didn't move in the same social circles, but all in all, Telly was pretty cool for a square.

After a few more minutes of playing, Telly said, "Hey man, you want a turn?" He paused his game and held the controller out to Jason.

Not being a video game kinda guy, Jason waved him off. Jason wearily lurched out of his chair.

"I'm gonna shower," Jason said, "and then I'm gonna sleep for like a day. If anyone comes calling, tell 'em I moved to Yemen."

"The Chandler Bing Special," Telly said. "You got it."

With great effort, Jason made his way to the bathroom, stripped off, and took a shower. After, he put some alcohol and a bandage on his head and, finally succumbing to exhaustion, passed out naked on his bed.

##

A week passed without much of anything happening. He had his day job. A line cook for Sabado's, a local restaurant chain specializing in Mex-Italian fusion. Jason honestly didn't see the appeal, but for some folks it was a thing. He prepped dishes for the breakfast and lunch crowds. It wasn't exactly the most lucrative position for someone of his skills, but it paid the bills, and at least he didn't have to interact with the customers.

The day after his encounter with Pearl, Jason got on the horn to Percy "One Love" and let him know in no uncertain terms that if he didn't have his truck in the parking lot of Jason's apartment building by 9 AM, with the tank full and in the same physical condition as the night before, there would be no end of fucking up that Jason would perform on his person, front man or not. The truck was in the parking lot when Jason looked out the window at eight.

From Kristin, he didn't hear anything. She hadn't texted or called since the Waffle House. He'd tried to contact her, but she never hit him back. This wasn't unusual: sometimes they wouldn't see each other for days at a time, one time even extending to a couple of weeks. But Jason had an antsy feeling this time...like something had happened and they needed to actually talk about stuff. Or at the very least fuck it out good and proper. But no word came.

So, days passed. Jason worked, practiced with the band, practiced at home with his Yamaha electronic drum kit (a necessary splurge; Sweetwater online had had a sweet deal on a refurbished set) and bullshitted around the apartment with Telly.

##

The band got together on Wednesday night, since they had a gig next week. Jason admitted to himself that he kind of sleepwalked through it, but he still sounded better than the Aiden and Remy, guitar and bass, respectively. Jason was pretty sure they were drunk, they way they were laughing at everything, interrupting the songs and fucking up their parts. After barely muddling through one of their new songs, Jason called them on it.

"Look you assholes," Jason said, "you can suck on your own time. Pull it the fuck together."

Remy laughed, and Aiden sneered. "My game is tight," Aiden said. "What's your problem, Bam-Bam?"

Jason glared at him. "My problem is that you're behind on all the changes and you play like you got baby hands," he said. "Man the fuck up and play your damn axe!"

Remy burped and stage-whispered to Aiden. "He's just mad cause he knows that if we need a new drummer, we can go to a vending machine."

Aiden and Remy laughed at this, and Jason was seriously considering shoving a drumstick up somebody's ass, until Percy "One Love" unexpectedly intervened.

"Knock it off, jizzwads," Percy said. "Sticks is right. You guys suck today. If we suck live, there's not enough beer in the world gonna fix it. And that means no pussy. I don't know about you, but I like pussy, and I'm not gonna let you drunk-ass motherfuckers keep me from getting mine. Understand?"

Aiden and Remy were suitably cowed. Jason was mildly surprised. Percy wasn't usually so quick to come to his defense, even if he was in the right. Maybe he should have threatened to kick his ass sooner.

Now that the proper mindset had been established, Jason counted them off and they took it from the top. They still sounded like shit, but at least they were focused.

##

The following Friday afternoon, Jason was finishing his shift at Sabado's, having stayed a couple of extra hours to help out with the lunch rush and earn some bonus cash. On his way out the door, he finally got a text message from Kristin.

Two texts, actually. The first was just a picture. Jason raised an eyebrow when he saw it. It was unmistakably a photo of Kristin, naked from just under the curve of her breasts to just below her navel. He'd recognize her tanned, fit abs anywhere.

The second read simply, "7 tonight, your place, all yours, however you want it" followed by a rose emoticon.

Hell yeah, Jason wanted it. He'd been so busy, preoccupied with work and the band, he hadn't had time to think about getting any action, or even jerking off. He hadn't realized it until now, with his cock hardening at the sight of Kristin's teasing selfie, but he really needed to get off.

Jason got into his truck, already making plans for how the rest of the day would go. Get home, scrub the galley stink off of him, do a load of laundry and air the bachelor funk out of the apartment. Try to get a nap in. Jason smiled. It was bound to be a late night.

He'd order some Italian take-out. If they weren't hungry before, they were bound to be ravenous after. Oh, and make sure to let Telly know to make himself scarce for the night. It was the standard roomie arrangement: get lost if the girlfriend's staying over. And really, it was as much for Telly's benefit as much as Jason's. Things tended to get loud when Kristin was around. Jason would be glad to reciprocate, but Telly hadn't presented the opportunity, and Jason didn't want to feel like he was rubbing it in.

As he turned onto Lamar Avenue towards home, Jason thought about how it had always been this way between him and Kristin. Weirdest damn thing too, since their meeting had been purely accidental. Yet they'd been fucking before they'd even said "hello".

It had been at another house party, a little over a year before. Jason had been with a different band then, Sloppy 2nds (with the lame "2" and everything), and they'd played the earliest set of the night. He'd been cooling off inside the house, which was being rented by one of his guys he worked with. Low lights, muted laughter, beer bottles clinking, and folks taking advantage of the ambiance to make out and smoke up.

Jason was nursing a Sam Adams (big spenders at this shindig) when he saw Kristin. She was at a table with a bunch of preppie-looking types, playing cards. They were all twenty-something Greeks, biz and pre-med was Jason's guess. He'd seen their type around at these get-togethers; rich kids slumming around with the GDIs (God Damned Independents, a derogatory term that the Greeks used for non-Greeks) seeking thrills and a taste of how the other 99% lived.

Kristin later told him that she had been ready to jet. She'd only come along because they were her classmates, and she hadn't had anything else to do that night. Once there, though, her mates had cliqued up and ignored all the regular folks. Bored by their insular attitude, she had just been waiting for that hand to end before making a polite exit.

Suddenly, car headlights swept the room as someone pulled their beater in to park in the yard. Jason happened to be looking at Kristin when her face was bathed in illumination. Coincidentally, she happened to be looking his way at the same time.

Their eyes met, and it was as if they recognized each other. Not like "I know who you are", but more like "I know what you want." In that instant, Jason knew he wanted her.

He stood, and so did Kristin. He watched as, without so much as a glance at her companions, she began to approach him. The intervening crowd seemed to part for her passage.

Jason felt some connection, some electricity, some force between them, something that only increased the closer to him she got. A moment later she was standing right in front of him, and they stared into each other's eyes.

Kristin took the beer bottle from Jason's hand. It was fresh from the cooler, speckled with droplets of cold water. She ran the bottle across her forehead, and then slowly slid it down her cheek, down the side of her neck, down past her sternum, between her breasts, lower...

Jason caught her by the wrist, felt the warmth of her as his knuckles brushed against her stomach. He felt strength in her arm; she was not a weak woman, and he was overcome by a desire to touch her more.

Releasing her wrist, his hand continued down her body, palm flat against her belly, eager fingers exploring the fly of the jean shorts she wore. Their eyes still locked on one another, Jason's hand sliding down to the place where her legs met. Probing, teasing, as Kristin sighed and caught her breath. He looked down to see what he had, so far, only been feeling.

Kristin hit him with the bottle. He was never sure whether it was intentional or not. All he knew for certain is that he felt the impact of the bottle against the back of his head. And then their arms were around each other.

Groping, pulling, straining, either to pull each other together or pushing each other away, it was impossible to tell. It was part making out, part grappling.

During their wrestling match their lips found each other. There was no thought, no reason, no consideration of consequences or other people's reactions to them. They feasted, seemingly wanting to devour one another. 

Jason's hands roamed freely across her body, under and over her clothes, grasping at every part of her that felt good. And to Jason touch, every part of her felt good.

Kristin did the same, gripping his butt, squeezing his cock, and running her sharp little nail points across his abdomen and biceps. Jason kept feeling the beer bottle impacting various parts of his body, registering the sensation but not the pain, until at some point Kristin let it clatter to the floor.

They had started out at the couch, but their frenzied groping took them from room to room. They slammed into walls and knocked over tables. At one point, Jason had a brief moment of clarity, and realized that he had pinned her arms against a wall and was staring into her eyes with something that felt like... what? Longing? Anger? Hunger?

"Hey?" he said. "What's going–"

...was as far as he got before Kristin bared her teeth and lunged for his cheek. She missed, and Jason head butted her in response. His moment of clarity was gone, and they were back at it.

Eventually they found themselves alone in an unused room. The only light came from a streetlamp outside. Orange-tinted streaks of brilliance lanced through the gaps in the blinds.

They fell onto a bed, with Jason on top. He ripped off her tank top while she ground her crotch against his chest, moaning and grunting.

Next thing Jason knew he was upright again, lifted by Kristin, and slammed hard against the bedroom door. She pulled down his pants, popping the button on the fly as she did so. Somehow her shorts and panties were already off. Again, Jason didn't know who'd been responsible for what.

Jason was hard. It wasn't even a question. It was as if that had always been the state of his cock: erect and throbbing, eager and relentless.

Kristin didn't wait for him to pull down his boxers. She jumped onto him, mounting him with her legs wrapped around his waist. Jason accommodated by supporting her ass, and she began grinding against him, ready or not.

Jason turned them around, so that now Kristin was pressed against the door. His cock was out, briefly, before he entered her. One continuous, achingly slow thrust, during which Kristin squealed, voice rising in pitch, as he buried his manhood into her.

Kristin ran her nails down his back. Hard. He could feel the skin splitting as blood was drawn. He began to fuck her, fast and hard. She fucked him right back, thrusting into him with a frenzied force to match his own.

There was no finesse to this. It was raw, powerful, animal fury. Rutting like wild beasts. Their hips slammed against each other. Her breasts mashed into his chest, diamond-hard nipples drilling into him. They kissed and bit and scratched at each other, their intensity producing gashes and welts that went unheeded.

The door was loose in its frame, and it rattled continuously while they fucked. Jason was dimly aware of cheering and catcalls from the other side of the door, as the other partygoers realized what was going on inside and had to add their two cents.

The only sounds that really mattered to Jason, though, were from Kristin. Between grunting and gasping, she spoke. After a fashion, anyway. She spat monosyllables at him, but they were all the right ones.

"Yes... fuck... fuck... oh... yes... FUCK... oh... fuck... me... fuck... me... fuck... me... FUCK... ME... oh... fuck... yes... oh... yes... fuck... FUCK... MEEEE..."

Jason was just as shameless, straining to do just that, while supporting her weight and pistoning hot cock into Kristin's simmering box.

"Uhh...uhhh...HUUUUH...AHHHH...hah...HAH...AHHH"

This was fucking, and somehow beyond fucking. This was unfettered lust, hungry and insatiable. It was beyond feeling, yet immersed in sensuality. They sought release in each others' bodies, but would find it only after they had sampled every last morsel of pleasure the other had to offer.

Kristin came soundlessly, her mouth gaping open in a silent scream. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails into him like hooks. She held Jason with her eyes, wonder and confusion and something like sorrow playing across her features. He felt her pussy walls trembling around his cock as he held her in place, impaled on him all the way to the root. Her hips quaked against his with tremendous force, and her torso convulsed as if she were choking.

Seeing this, feeling this, put Jason on a hair-trigger. His cock, enveloped by the oven of her hungry, muscular cunt, was ready to blow. It wouldn't take much.

Kristin, recovering somewhat, inhaled deeply, biting her lower lip.

"Fuck..." she sighed.

Jason unloaded. He felt his cock straining, spasming, spurting into her, filling her pussy with load after load roiling jism.

Unlike Kristin, his orgasm wasn't silent. He shouted. "aaaaaaaAAAAAHHH... haaaaaAHHHH... UHHHHHHhhhh!... gaaaAAAHHhhh..."

Kristin, meanwhile, received his load beatifically, eyes watching his face, swaying her hips against him, feeling the force and timbre of his orgasm. Feeling his every inch during that most intimate moment.

After he had spent himself inside Kristin, Jason began to return to his senses. He felt his knees buckle, and, sensing that they were about to give, he lifted Kristin away from the door and fell backwards with her onto the (up until now superfluous) bed.

Kristin lay on top of him, as winded as he, and they breathed hard together, the sweat from their exertions mingling on their skin. Jason was still deep inside her, and still fantastically hard. He wanted more.

Kristin regained her composure first. Straining with the effort, she pushed herself up off his chest, straddling him, joined together where their sexes met.

"Jesus..." Jason breathed.

Kristin laughed. "I don't take you for a praying man," she said, "but if you are, you're gonna have to do a lot more than that to atone for that seriously wicked fuck."

Jason was stunned that she was able to speak at all so soon after, let alone so eloquently. He stared at her uncomprehendingly, for far too long, before it registered that she was making with the funny.

"What's the matter?" she asked, mockingly. "Did I fuck you stupid?"

"Uh..." Jason managed, "little bit, yeah."

Kristin smiled slyly, and shifted her hips against him.

"Mmm...feels like someone wants more," she said. "Whaddaya say? Wanna go for full retard?"

In response, Jason reached out to grab her by the waist. Kristin stretched her arms over her head and moaned as they resumed their grinding.

The second time was longer and slower, quieter and more gentle, but no less intense. Jason lasted for a good long time, touching her body all over, getting to know the landscape of her.

Kristin complemented his thrusting with her own, and slid her slick love canal expertly along his cock with sensual relish.

Jason felt himself come again, erupting into her for several long, deep strokes as she milked the cum from him. But he didn't stop fucking her after he came. He didn't want to stop, he couldn't, until her sex-hunger was satisfied and he was steeped again in the power of her orgasm.

Soon enough, Jason was rewarded by the powerful quaking of Kristin's pussy around his cock, letting him that she had joined him in the land of the Mighty O.




Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 01



About a minute or so after, Kristin slid off of Jason, for the first time since he'd entered her, and flopped down heavily next him. She threw an arm across his chest, almost protectively, like ownership.

"My turn," she said softly. "Jesus..."

They lay together, unspeaking, for a time, drowsing in the quiet and dark. The catcallers outside had lost interest, and though the party was still going on, it had clearly wound down somewhat.

At length, Kristin broke their silence.

"Well," she said, "since we're definitely doing this again, I should probably get your name."

Jason laughed, and Kristin laughed with him. He offered his hand to her.

"My name's Jason," he said.

"Kristin," she said, and they shook hands.

"What the fuck was that?" she said.

"Hell if I know," Jason said. "I've had sex, but that was..."

"Different," Kristin supplied. "I know what you mean." She laughed again. "I've never come like that before. What's your secret?"

"Me?" Jason said. "Nuh-uh. You were the one making with the crazy."

"Who are you calling crazy?" Kristin said in an accusing tone.

"Shh," Jason said. He ran an index finger along her cheek. "I loved it."

She grinned, and then snapped at his finger, her sharp incisors catching him at the first knuckle. She laughed and Jason laughed along with her.

"I think it was something both of us did to each other," Jason offered.

"Well that settles it then," Kristin said, burying her face in his chest. "We need to fuck each other as often as possible, until we figure it out."

"And when we do figure it out?" Jason said.

"We keep fucking each other," Kristin said airily, "until we can't fuck no more."

It had been as simple as that. They'd been on each other since. And since fucking would definitely be on the agenda for tonight, when he got home he'd have to...

Jason looked around in confusion. He'd been driving on automatic while he reminisced, but now realized that he was no longer on Lamar, and not anywhere near close to home.

He was traveling on 183, along the outskirts of town; waaay off course. He was just thinking that this felt very familiar, when he saw, coming up on the right in the distance, the big Motel 6 sign.

Oh, fuck, Jason thought.

Panicking, Jason switched lanes. He didn't bother checking the mirrors, just shifted all the way over to the left, hoping to catch the turnaround and go back the way he came.

Jason was expecting the mental tugging, the compulsion to continue on to the motel, like he'd felt last week. And he did feel it, only it was weaker than he remembered. He'd almost resisted the call the first time. Would he be able to now?

The Motel 6 slid by in his peripheral vision on the right, but Jason didn't waver. He continued on to the turnaround, looped the 180 degrees, and was soon heading back the way he'd come.

Jason didn't dare to even look at the Motel 6 as he drove away, only allowing himself a glance at it in his rearview mirror once it was well behind him.

Jason relaxed, and in doing so, realized that he was covered with a sheen of clammy sweat.

That had to have been Pearl. Everything fit: the reminiscing about sex, the feeling of having his memories perused, the compulsion to revisit the site of their last tryst.

Jason didn't know what more Pearl wanted of him, but after their last encounter ended up being a sex battle, the way he'd lost control of himself and the fact that he'd barely escaped with his life, he knew he didn't want to go through it again.

Jason kept his thoughts firmly on the present as he very deliberately thought about going home. Every once in a while he would feel an insistent pull on his mind, but he remained focused and resisted the urge to head back toward the motel. He found that as he got further away from it, the more the compulsion weakened, making it easier to resist.

By the time he reached his apartment building, the feeling was gone. Gone so completely that a part of him was almost convinced that he had imagined the whole thing. He felt like laughing at the ridiculousness of it. If that was the only trick in Pearl's playbook, he didn't have anything to worry about.

Jason collected his work clothes from the passenger seat and locked the truck. By the time he finished walking up the stairs to his second floor apartment, he felt oddly buoyant, proud of himself for resisting Pearl so easily. Hell, he was whistling a tune as he put his key in the lock to his apartment.

He opened the door to his apartment to find Telly, sprawled on the couch, eyes locked on the TV screen, Xbox controller in hand.

"Hey," Jason said.

"Oh...hey," Telly said, eyes never leaving the screen. "She's in your room, waiting for you," he added.

Jason screwed his face up in confusion. "Already?" he said. He was certain that Kristin had texted him to be ready at seven o'clock.

"Yep," Telly said. "She got here about a half hour ago."

Telly paused his game, and then quit out. "She showed up at our door and saying she couldn't wait, so I let her in."

Telly shut off the Xbox and grabbed the keys to his scooter.

"Where you going?" said Jason.

"Out," Telly said, with just a touch of bitterness. "Whatever's about to go down, I don't even wanna know about it."

Jason smiled. "Come on. Can't you be happy for your boy?" he said.

Telly grabbed his wallet and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "I'll be happier when I've got more than one chick on my tip. Til then, I'm headed to the game shop."

Jason chuckled. "Work out some frustration with Warhammer therapy?" he said.

"You know it, brother," Telly said. "Text me when it's safe to come back."

Jason saluted Telly. Telly opened the door to go out. He paused, and looked back at Jason with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Jason said.

"It's just..." Telly said, ruefully, trailing off with a shake of his head. "You sure know how to pick 'em, is all."

Jason grinned, and Telly left, locking the apartment door behind him.

Jason kicked off his shoes, then tossed his apron and hairnet on the floor. He was delighted to see Kristin, but he'd been counting on having some prep time.

He sniffed his shirt, and, noted (thankfully) that it smelled more like flour than grease, and figured that that would have to be good enough. Kristin had to know where he'd just come from, since she'd texted less than an hour ago, and she knew his schedule as well as he did.

Jason continued to his room, wondering what Kristin had in mind. Sex acts aside, Kristin was normally a meticulous planner. It was a little weird for her to set up a date and then just go rogue like this.

As he turned the doorknob to his room, Jason thought about Telly's weird comment: "when I've got more than one chick". It stood out in his mind as an odd thing for Telly to say. Jason entered his room.

There was a woman sitting on his bed. Not Kristin. Midnight black hair. White t-shirt and jeans. Leather vest barely restraining the fullest, most tantalizing breasts he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Hello, Jason," Pearl said, a smile on her lips. "Remember me?"

Jason instinctively backed up, and was immediately prevented from exiting the room. The same unyielding field of invisible force that had kept him in the motel room before did so again. He glanced down and saw that a neat outline of white was traced around the baseboards of his room, and he was on the wrong side of it.

"I need you, baby," Pearl said.

"No!" Jason shouted, still trying to push his way through the barrier. "I resisted the summons!"

Pearl shrugged. "I knew you would," she said. "So I set up a decoy. Terribly clever of me, huh?"

Pearl stood and approached him slowly, taking her time to cover the few feet between them. Jason backed up as much as he could, which wasn't much.

"How do you know where I live?" Jason said.

Presently, Pearl was before him, forcing him against the barrier with nothing but the pressure from her vast bosom.

"Oh, Jason," Pearl said. "There's more to me than these." She leaned hard into him, crushing her voluminous breasts against Jason's chest.

Then Pearl tapped an index finger to her temple. "I'm in your head, remember?"

Despite his terror, Jason could feel his dick stiffening to full attention inside his boxers. Pearl was in more than his head.

"No," Jason said, hoping that his voice carried more conviction than he felt.

Pearl pouted, her brown eyes softening. "Aw, come on, baby," she said, "Don't be like that."

She ran her fingers through his hair, and her nails raked his scalp, sending electric tingles across his skin.

"You know you want it," Pearl cooed into Jason's ear. "You know how good I can make you feel."

Pearl nipped playfully at his chin, and Jason let out a moan. He remembered the feel of her breasts enfolding the length his cock. The heft of her heavy jugs in his hands as he powered his dick through the tunnel of her deep, soft cleavage. The sight of his cock-head erupting, drenching the crimson flesh of Pearl's true, demon form. The feeling of overwhelming pleasure at seeing the sticky mess he'd made of her, covering her face and her neck and her torso with hot, sticky, white...

Kristin! Jason thought desperately. Think of Kristin!

He put his palms against her breasts, cupping her big tits for a moment, before pushing her away from him.

"NO!" Jason said with more force than before. "Not again!"

Pearl cocked an eyebrow at him. Considering him. She looked disappointed, hurt even. Then she set her brow, and the familiar yellow warning sparks danced in her eyes.

"Much as I'd love to play," she said, "I don't have time to wear you down right now. Con densa seetaro!"

That last part Pearl said in the unrecognizable language that she used when she wasn't fooling around.

Immediately, Jason's knees went wobbly, and the room seemed to become all hazy. He found himself too weak to stand. For a second, he was able to remain upright, but ultimately he faltered, tipping forward.

He fell right into Pearl, who caught him effortlessly in one outstretched arm. He could only stare downward at the carpet of his room. He noticed, strangely, that Pearl wasn't wearing shoes.

He watched groggily as Pearl drew one naked toe in a straight line across the carpet. Her toe left a line of flame in its wake.

"I can't believe you're so much trouble," Pearl muttered.

Pearl shifted Jason around, tossing him over one of her shoulders.

"Humans are supposed to be easy!" Pearl said.

Pearl stepped across the line of fire, and Jason's mind went blank as they went somewhere.

To Be Continued



Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 02



Jason was on his back, with his arms stretched out above his head. He lay on something hard and cold. Stone, it felt like. He was incredibly groggy, and his thoughts were few and felt sludgey in his head. 

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't move. In fact, he slowly became aware that he couldn't move at all. He willed his body to move, but nothing happened. Confusion and panic surged to the forefront of his thoughts. 

"Poor thing," said a voice, and through his mental fog he knew it was the demon, Pearl. "Dimensional travel is so taxing for you humans." 

Jason felt a hand grasp his jaw. The hand was feminine, and strong. With no resistance from Jason, Pearl forced his mouth open. 

"This will make you feel much better," Pearl said. 

Pearl put the edge of a bowl to Jason's lips and delicately trickled something into his mouth. A thick liquid, tasting a bit like rice milk, but with an inexplicable alcohol-like kick to it. She massaged his throat to make sure that he swallowed it down. 

Jason knew that Pearl wouldn't act out of anything but selfishness, and her intentions toward him couldn't possibly be good. He tried not to swallow, but it wasn't like he could do much to stop her. 

He drank, and in doing so, he found that he liked the taste of whatever the stuff was. He hated admitting it to himself, but it was true. He began to drink on his own, his throat muscles now working of their own accord. 

He hungrily swallowed the liquid, craving more than the steady stream that Pearl poured into his mouth. 

"Careful there, big boy," Pearl said, a smile in her voice. "No need to be greedy. A little goes a long way." 

Jason nevertheless drank eagerly, forgetting that breathing is also a good idea. He finished the last few swallows and only then did he gasp loudly, belatedly refilling his lungs. 

When at last he found his voice, the first word Jason uttered was a desperate plea: "More." 

Pearl giggled mockingly before answering. "You've had plenty," she said, adding, "for now, at least." 

The liquid warmed Jason's belly, and after a few seconds that warmth spread across the whole of his body. It made him feel good all over. He felt more awake, more aware, like his life had been jump-started. 

But, considering the source, it also made him highly suspicious. 

"What was that?" Jason said. 

"Elixir," Pearl said. "It will help you recover." Jason heard a clatter as Pearl set aside the empty bowl. "It also has some...other properties," she said. 

"Why can't I open my eyes?" Jason said. "Why can't I move?" 

"Give it a few minutes to work, baby," Pearl said. Jason felt Pearl's palm stroking the skin of his bare chest. He was naked. How had he gotten naked? 

"Fortunately for both of us," Pearl said, and then he felt her fingers begin to slowly trace downward, towards his groin, "I know a great way to pass the time." 

Although he couldn't move any part of his body (except for his mouth, it seemed), Jason's senses were in overdrive. He felt Pearl's fingers brush through the tangle of his pubic hair to stroke his cock. His dick lengthened and expanded at the touch of her warm hand, throbbing to full erection almost instantly. 

"Mmmm...Looks like we're on the same page," Pearl said. Her hand left his member for the briefest of moments as she repositioned herself, and he could feel her nestle her upper body between his parted thighs. 

Pearl resumed her grip on his cock, stroking him and rubbing it all over her face while she did so. 

"It's been so long," Pearl said. "I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten me." 

He was about to say that it had only been a week, but Pearl interrupted him by planting tender kisses on along his cock, up and down the sensitive underside. She massaged his balls with a gentle urgency that made Jason catch his breath, rendering him speechless. 

"But you didn't, did you?" Pearl said, continuing to stroke him. Her caress was warm and loving, although Jason couldn't help but wonder if she was talking to him, or his cock. 

"You can't know how much this means to me, Jason," Pearl said. "I can't wait for you shoot a big load of your gooey, yummy male essence all over me again." 

Yep, same old Pearl, Jason thought. He mustered up his courage to speak. 

"Not this time," Jason said. "I beat you once. I can do it again." 

"I would call our last encounter more of a draw, wouldn't you?" Pearl said, and Jason could hear the cruel mockery in her voice. "So how might I tip the scales in my favor this time, hmm? Oh, I know..." 

Pearl took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him in, and continued stroking his shaft. For all his bravado, Jason couldn't deny that she was servicing him amazingly. Good god, she had come a long way since her first clumsy attempts at giving head. Jason could only grit his teeth, trying in vain to hide the effect she was having on him. 

Pearl ceased slurping on his cock long enough to speak. 

"Tough customer, huh?" Pearl said. "Do I need to sweeten the deal for you?" 

With the pressure in his balls building, Jason declined to answer. 

"How about this?" Pearl said. "You give me what I want, what I crave. In return, I give you another gold diabolus and a free trip back to Earth." 

"Back to...?" Jason said. "Where in the hell are we?" 

Pearl giggled. "Almost right," she said. "We're in Tarterus, baby. My home. Open your eyes now." 

And just like that, Jason found that he could open his eyes. He was looking straight up at a vaulted stone ceiling, supported by wooden beams. 

Long iron chains dangled from the ceiling, hundreds of them, it seemed. Each chain ended about ten feet above the floor, in a loop of dark brown leather. 

Flicking his eyes around, Jason saw that he was in an incredibly large room, like one of those big dining halls in old-timey castles. Set into the wall opposite him was an enormous wooden door, ten feet high with iron bindings, slightly ajar. 

The wall to his right was dominated by a glassless window that was the room's only source of light. But the light it admitted was strange, seeing as how the color of the sky beyond the window was a pale rose. 

The window also admitted a soft, irregular roar. Like the babble of a nearby stream, or the windy rustling of distant trees. 

Before Jason could question her, Pearl gave the length of his cock a long, firm stroke that sent his mind reeling. 

"That's the deal, my dear" Pearl said, "and I suggest you take it." She pumped her fist deliciously around his cock again. "Whaddaya say?" 

Jason recovered his wits a bit. "Nice place you got here," he said. "Anyone ever tell you your sky's a fucked-up color?" 

"Hah!" Pearl said. "You're one to talk. I've seen your sky. It freaks me out, all weird and blue. But, speaking of color..." 

Jason craned his neck as Pearl rose from where she knelt between his legs. She was in her true form, her demon form, just as he remembered her, similar to her human form, but with a few important differences. Her skin was crimson, the color of fresh blood. Enormous, leathery black wings sprouted from her back, anchored just below her shoulder blades. She had folded them behind her while sucking his dick, but now she unfurled them, their wingspan blocking out the rest of the room and dominating Jason's vision. 

It was Pearl's astoundingly large breasts, though, firm and round with their dark red nipples, that drew Jason's eye most of all. He remembered the feeling of fucking them, squeezed tightly around his cock as he gushed hot, sticky jism all over her. 

"I want you to see," Pearl said, "See what you have done to me..." 

Pearl threw her legs over him, climbing onto him and wrapping her thick, warm thighs around his hips, so that the only thing between them was Jason's cock, engorged, slick with saliva, and trapped in the tangle of their mingled pubic hairs. 

Jason felt dread rising within him, knowing what was coming next. "I haven't agreed to anything!" he blurted, remembering that she'd told him that he had to consent, and hoping that that constraint still held true. 

"Oh, shut up," Pearl snapped. "Consider this a freebie. You'll come 'round soon enough." 

Pearl lifted her hips, and then lowered herself onto him. His cock penetrated her, enveloped by her silky folds as she teased him with agonizing slowness. Jason gasped at the feeling of her hot, smooth snatch surrounding his member. 

"Mmmmm..." Pearl sighed. "I feel a 'yes' coming on..." 

Jason couldn't help himself. For all that she felt somehow artificial, he couldn't deny that being in the grip of Pearl's demon pussy felt incredible. 

Stimulated by the overwhelming sensation of his dick inside the demon's cunt, he focused all of his willpower on lifting his hips. 

"That's it, baby," Pearl sighed. "Give me that fucking cock..." 

Unable to think about anything else, Jason shut his eyes, and began pumping himself into her. He thrust deeply, and she squeezed herself around him upon each stroke. 

"Yes..." Pearl hissed, picking up the rhythm and grinding into him with each thrust. "Yes again...and more yes..." 

Pearl leaned forward and gripped Jason's shoulders, for support, to fuck him harder. He felt her big breasts press heavily into his chest. In that moment, with her gigantic watermelon tits crushing against him and jiggling lewdly from the motion of their fucking, he knew he was doomed. 

When at last, unable to help himself, Jason echoed, "yes..." Pearl chuckled menacingly, then leaned down and placed her mouth against his ear. 

"Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. "I need you to see what you've done to me." 

Having already given in, Jason opened his eyes. Pearl reared up, displaying herself fully for him, and Jason was both confused and excited by what he saw. 

Pearl's crimson coloring was no longer uniform. Her face was dotted and streaked with glowing golden patches. And it wasn't just her face, either. Almost her entire torso displayed the golden markings. Brilliant streaks lined her shoulders. A large golden patch shimmered along the top of her cleavage and continued upward, covering her neck and breaking up into uneven streaks and spots again on her chin. 

"Do you like my new look?" Pearl said, smiling, grinding herself into him with renewed fervor. "I hadn't expected this, but it's wonderful, don't you think?" 

Jason tried to speak. He got as far as "I..." before his voice failed him. 

"Yes...you," Pearl said breathlessly, giving his dick a long, truly exquisite stroke with her pussy. "You gave me the power I craved, yes. But you gave me something more. A gift...a magnificent gift." 

She cupped one of her full, heavy breasts in her hand, stroking it all the way to her hard nipple, stretching and twisting it, while licking her lips. 

"You have stained me, lover," Pearl said. "Everywhere your seed fell...you left your mark on me." 

Jason, taken aback, paused fucking her. "I don't understand," he said. 

"Nor do I," Pearl admitted. She shrugged, and Jason watched as her massive breasts rippled from the action. "But does it not please you?" 

Before Jason could answer, Pearl began fucking him again. Harder and faster than before, with renewed intensity. She was building him up expertly, and Jason knew he wouldn't last long against her aggressive sexual onslaught. 

He felt strength in his arms again, and tried to push her away. Probably a futile gesture, given the strength he knew Pearl to possess, but he had to try. 

His arms jerked to a stop almost as soon as they were in motion. He heard the clink of metal and felt the clutch of leather around his wrists, and realized that Pearl had bound him. 

"Ah-ah-ah!" Pearl said, still filling herself with Jason's cock. "Not so easy this time. You're mine, sweetie, and I'm going to take you for all you've got!" 

Pearl spread her wings wide again. They must have stretched twenty feet from tip to tip, and despite his situation, Jason was awed. Pearl was truly magnificent...and Jason wanted her. The mad angerlust for her that he'd felt in the hotel room came roaring back. The only thought in his mind was to give Pearl the fierce fucking of a lifetime. 

Jason snarled bestially, and pulled on leather cuffs around his wrists until the chains went taut. He thrust his hips upward, causing Pearl to bounce as his rock-solid member slammed deep, penetrating her to the hilt. 

He did it again, and kept doing it, grunting with the magnificent sensation of power-fucking the lustful demon woman who was so intent on making him come. 

Seeing the mindless lust on Jason's face, Pearl smiled cruelly. She placed her hands tightly around his ribcage and dug in her fingers. 

"That's it, Jason," she hissed. "I want your best, baby. Give it to me!" 

Pearl's encouragement further inflamed Jason's desire. His entire body tensed and his blood pumped hotly in his veins. Jason's muscles strained as he forced himself into Pearl over and over again. 

At first, Jason and Pearl locked eyes with one another, each watching for the first indication of weakness. But Pearl, knowing quite well his desire for her full, delicious demon breasts, pressed her upper arms around them, squeezing them together just enough to capture Jason's gaze. The vigorous bouncing of Pearl's barely-restrained jugs could not be denied, and Pearl laughed as Jason became enraptured by the sight of them. 

Pearl's boobs jiggled and bounced, smacking heavily against each other, and Jason feasted on them with his eyes. He wanted to touch them, to fill his hands with their warm, luscious softness. But whenever he tried to reach for them, his restraints held him back, denying him that pleasure. 

Pearl taunted him. "You want my tits sooooo bad, don't you?" she said. "You want to pull them, smack them, pinch my nipples? You want to lick them, bite them..." 

She squeezed her arms in more, forming an impressively deep, long cleavage valley. 

"Slide your cock right here, in between them, and fuck, fuck, fuck, until you explode," Pearl said. "Your cock is so hungry for my big, yummy titties...and I won't let you have them." 

Pearl laughed, and Jason growled. Fucking growled like an angry wolf, and pounded his cock into her harder than ever. 

Pearl met him thrust for thrust, might for might. Jason felt his orgasm rising, felt himself oozing precum into her warm pussy. She was so hot inside already, and getting warmer and wetter as their juices mingled. She clamped ever more tightly onto Jason's cock as their furious coupling intensified. 

Pearl began to moan, and her breathing becoming heavy and more uneven. 

"Ohhhh, baby...that's it," she said between gasps. "You feel so good...you make me feel... so... fucking... goooood..." 

Pearl had been a paragon of control just a few scant minutes before, but now she joined Jason is animalistic ardor. She held herself to his prone form, encircling him with her arms and digging her fingers into his back. With a little too much force as Jason abruptly felt his skin split from her sharp fingernails. 

"Ah!" Jason yelped, half in pain, half in lustful ecstasy. 

Jason's cry snapped Pearl back to attention. She looked into his eyes, and the fire had returned. She was angry now; Pearl's mood swings were something else. 

"Oh no you don't!" Pearl said. "Not this time! What did I tell you before, you animal? Demons don't come!" 

She slapped him hard across the face. Jason didn't care. He just wanted to fuck her even harder now. He stared defiantly into Pearl's crimson-and-gold face, glaring with hate-lust into her eyes, jet black and limned with fire, and spoke as eloquently as he could while thrusting powerfully into her with his throbbing cock. 

"fuck...you...gonna...fuck you...fuck...you..." 

Pearl grinned. "Yessssss..." she hissed. "That's the spirit. Now how about..." 

Pearl leaned forward, now laying atop him and holding him down with her body. She never ceased sliding her pussy along his cock, but now her tits covered Jason's face. Each breast was as big as his head, and Jason felt the weight of them as she pressed them onto him. Her breasts were incredibly heavy, her skin was warm and insistent. 

Pearl fucked Jason more slowly now, devoting more attention to her breast-smothering. 

"You hate me, don't you?" Pearl cooed. "You love my big tits, and here I am giving you more than you can handle. I'm so mean to you..." 

Jason couldn't breathe. Pearl's breasts were suffocating him, and though he thrashed his head back and forth, he couldn't escape them. At the same time, though, he luxuriated in the feel of Pearl's enormous, perfectly soft orbs, delighted by their bounty. 

A stiff nipple brushed Jason's lips, and wild with desperate fury, he snapped his teeth around it. He bit her hard, far harder than he would ever dare with a human woman. 

Pearl squealed loudly. "Yes!" she yelped. "More!" 

Pearl had said that he couldn't hurt her, but Jason was going to find out if that was really true. He latched onto her nipple with his incisors again, and bit down so hard he was sure his teeth would sever her nipple. 

Pearl laughed triumphantly. "YES!" she shouted. "It... hurts... so... GOOD!" 

His incredibly solid cock still pummeling into Pearl's pussy, Jason attacked her breasts with his teeth, she thrashed wildly. 

"OH... OH... OH..." Pearl said. "Fuck me...hurt me...give yourself to me! Bless me with your pain!" 

Pearl rode a very conflicted Jason, who was still suffocating in her bosom. Hate, lust, alarm and futility warred within him to the point that the only thing he could think was to attack her in the only ways left to him: with his cock and his teeth. 

Jason's was running out of air. His thoughts became fuzzy and distant as his oxygen-starved brain began to shut down. 

But just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard Pearl's voice from far away. 

"Mmmmm" Pearl said. "This is sooo good, but I think you're ready." 

Pearl leaned up, lifting her breasts from his face. Jason was so lost in animalistic rage that he lunged at them with his teeth as they withdrew, before he remembered to breathe. Only then did he gasp for air. 

Pearl gave a powerful beat of her wings, and launched herself into the air, off of Jason's dick and toward the ceiling. Spreading her wings to their widest, she caught the air on the way down, her body coming to rest between his legs. 

She studied Jason's glistening cock, now pointed almost directly upward, with lustful appraisal. "You are ready, aren't you?" she said, smiling her cruelest smile. 

Pearl lifted her marvelous breasts with her hands, her abundant titflesh spilling out between her fingers, and settled them heavily around his cock. 

"It's time for the grand finale, Jason," Pearl said. "You know what to do." 

Pearl smooshed her magnificent melons against his member, covering every inch of his dick except for the very top of his cock head. Jason groaned mournfully as desire and dread warred in him. 

"Look at me, Jason," Pearl said. "Doesn't that look fantastic? Your hard cock trapped between my fat fucking jugs?" 

Jason wanted to look away, but he couldn't. The top of his cock protruding from the mounds of Pearl's quivering titflesh filled his vision. The feeling of Pearl's gigantic breasts enveloping his shaft became his whole universe. 

Pearl gave her tits a shake, and his cock jostled pleasingly inside her flesh cocoon. Skin pressed to skin, soft against hard, Pearl began stroking his dick in the delectable tunnel of her cleavage. 

Jason pumped his hips, fucking Pearl's tits with the same force that he had fucked her pussy. Pre-cum was oozed from him, and the lubrication greatly enhanced the sensual friction of along his dick. 




Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 02



"That's right, baby," Pearl said. "My big titties are so mean to you. You need to teach them a lesson! Fuck my big, mean boobies, Jason! Fuck... my... titties... fuck them... really... hard...!" 

Jason did just that, pumping and thrusting, pounding his dick with unrestrained abandon into Pearl's succulent cleavage. Pearl watched in amazement as the head of Jason's cock poked through the top of her fleshy breast cleft, each time gushing with more hot, gooey jism. 

"Mmm...that's it," Pearl said, lost in the sight of her own tit-fucking. "Give it all to Pearl...all your thick... hot... delicious..." 

Pearl craned her neck down and swallowed the head of Jason's penis. While still stroking his shaft with her squeezed-together tits, she licked and slurped at his cock head, gulping down the cum that flowed freely from it. She was relentless, giving no pause, no moment when his cock was not in either the heavenly softness of her cleavage or the devilish suction of her mouth. 

Jason felt his balls churning like never before. It was as if there was an ocean of hot, roiling cum barely kept in check, ready to erupt at any moment. 

Pearl popped her mouth off his cock, trailing a line of spit and cum that connected her lips and his dick. 

"I know I shouldn't," she said, "but your cum is so rich... the flavor, so tasty... If you're good, I might let you do it. Let you fuck my mouth. Fuck my mouth the way you fuck my pussy... the way you fuck my big jugs. Fuck my mouth hard and deep, until you can't help but unload your seed in my mouth. Would you like that, baby? Would you like to fuck pretty Pearl's face? Your body yearning to fill up my mouth, making my cheeks bulge with load after load of your creamy, yummy man-sauce? I'll savor every drop, I promise..." 

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Jason said, wild from the tit-fucking and filthy talk. 

"But not today," Pearl said. "Not just yet. Today I'm going to pump the come out of you with my big fucking titties." 

Jason could only grunt in response. He was so close now. Any second, Pearl would get what she wanted...all over her. 

"But...damn..." Pearl said lustily. "I guess one more taste couldn't hurt." She leaned her face down again to lap up more of his cum. 

Suddenly, from behind Pearl, came the sound of the wooden door slamming open. 

"What is the meaning of this?" roared a woman's voice. 

Pearl seemed just as startled as Jason, as a hand caught her by her hair and lifted her up and away from Jason as easily as an adult lifts a toy. 

"I have seen enough!" the woman said. 

Now Jason could see the speaker. She was clearly another demon, like Pearl, with the red skin and black wings. Unlike Pearl, she was clothed. She wore a leather halter and skirt, both of which appeared handmade. 

She was quite similar to Pearl, but also...not. For starters, she was taller by at least a foot. Her body was just as curvaceous, but this woman was a bit more toned, seeming to have a bit more muscle behind her curves. She possessed the same lush, wavy black hair, only hers was streaked with wide stripes, three of them, that faded from violet at the ends to almost white closer to her scalp. 

And her breasts...her breasts were enormous. Not as massive as Pearl's gargantuan funbags, but damn close. Jason could tell right away that they weren't as firm as Pearl's. She held Pearl aloft with one arms, and Pearl's energetic struggling caused the pressing flesh of the woman's cleavage to quiver and jiggle freely, in a way that was entirely different from Pearl's firm bounce. 

Still, despite these differences, the two were similar enough that they could have been sisters. 

"Granny!" Pearl said, still hanging by her hair, her wings fluttering frantically against the air. "I can explain!" 

"Explain what, Purleen?" said the woman, who was apparently Granny, "Explain why you have stolen a human for your own private use? Hmm?! Is there any excuse for that disgusting display? Drinking human seed...for pleasure?" 

"But, Granny," Pearl said, her tone a pleading one, "I've discovered something wond-" 

Granny didn't let her finish. Instead, she backhanded Pearl across the face. This was no ordinary blow, though. Granny was just as strong as Pearl, and she hit her with enough force to send her tumbling end over end through the air, wings askew and limbs flailing. 

Pearl sailed right into the wall. The force of her impact was so great, hairline fractures formed where she struck the solid stone. Pearl fell into a heap on the floor, and was still. 

"Stupid, stupid girl," muttered Granny, and then turned to look at Jason. Her face twisted in malevolent confusion. 

"You're not one of ours," Granny said, mostly to herself. 

Jason was, understandably, well out of sex mode now; Granny's interruption had kinda killed the mood, and for that he was almost thankful. He found his voice and spoke. 

"One of your what, ma'am?" Jason said. 

Granny's black eyes went wide at his words, and he saw that her eyes, too, had the same blazing yellow sparks dancing within them. 

"You speak?!" Granny said incredulously. "From where did you learn speech?" 

"From my mom and dad," Jason said. "Is that a problem?" 

"Your...?" Granny began, and then shook her head in disbelief. "Which kingdom produced you?" she said. 

"Kingdom?" Jason repeated. 

Granny pressed her lips together impatiently. "Wings, Spines, or Tails?" she said, as if Jason should already know what the choices were, without being prompted. 

"None... um... Granny... ma'am," Jason said. "I'm from America." 

"America?" said Granny. A look of worry crossed her face. She looked to where Pearl lay, crumpled and still on the floor. "Oh, little Purleen..." she said, "What have you done?" 

Granny continued to stare silently at Pearl, before Jason cleared his throat to get her attention. 

"Hey?" Jason said, "Excuse me...Granny?" 

Granny turned slowly back around to face Jason. Jason continued, hoping he was showing proper deference to the demon who had just kicked the ass of super-strong, super-tough Pearl. 

"I think we can both agree that what Pearl did was wrong, right?" Jason said. When Granny didn't answer, he continued. 

"Cause I'm kinda here against my will, and I was wondering if there was some way, I could, y'know...go?" 

Granny considered for a few seconds. When she answered, her face was all steely resolve. 

"Yes," Granny said gravely. "I suppose you must go." 

"Thanks," Jason said. "No offense, but I never want to see this godforsaken place again." 

"That won't be a problem," Granny said, approaching him. Jason realized, with alarm, that Granny was reaching for his neck. 

"Wait!" Jason said. "That's not what I meant!" 

"You have my apologies, human," Granny said, clasping her big hand around his throat, encircling it easily, "but this is for the best." 

Jason could only struggle helplessly against his restraints, as Granny began to squeeze the life from him. 

"No!" 

Granny was knocked aside by a crimson blur, as Pearl slammed into her, sending them both to the floor. 

Freed from Granny's chokehold, Jason was able to raise his head in time to see Pearl and Granny roll to a halt. Pearl rose to her feet first, and Granny immediately followed suit. 

"So," Granny said. "Not down, then?" 

"From that little love tap?" Pearl said. She scoffed. "Hatchlings hit harder than you do." 

"That was merely a warning," Granny said. 

"Really?" Pearl said. "A warning about what?" 

"Foolish girl!" Granny spat. "You know it is forbidden to bring the Earthborn to Tarterus!" 

"But why, Granny?" Pearl shot back. "The humans are harmless, and carry within them such power!" 

"Harmless, you say?" Granny replied. "Look at you? Ministering to this human, debasing yourself before him." 

"I was preparing him!" Pearl said. "No human controls me!" 

"Is that so?" Granny said, unconvinced. "That is not what it looked like from my perspective. And once I end him-" 

"I can't let you do that, Granny," Pearl said. "This one is mine." 

"Take care, girl," Granny said, warning sparks flaring in her eyes. "Do you really think you can stop me?" 

Matching sparks blazed in Pearl's own eyes. Pearl said nothing, but instead adopted some sort of fighting stance: legs bent, hips squared off, wings folded tightly behind her back and fists at the ready. 

Granny nodded grimly, a trace of sadness on her face. She began to speak in their weird demon language. 

"Kosta palarium mand-" 

Pearl charged at Granny, covering the ten feet between them before Jason was even aware that she had moved. Pearl yanked one of Granny's arms sideways, while simultaneously hooking one of her legs around Granny's calf. An instant later, a very surprised Granny was flat on her back, her wings splayed out beneath her. 

Though down, Granny was far from out. She bent her wings around in front of her body, correctly predicting Pearl's next move: a downward punch to the face. The blow landed with a loud crack, the sound echoing thunderously in the big chamber. 

But although Granny's wings buckled, they withstood the blow. Those demon wings looked fragile, but must be made of sterner stuff than they seemed. 

With surprising agility and deft wing control, Granny rolled away and got back to her feet. She faced Pearl again, this time in an aggressive fighting stance of her own, one where her greater height could work to her advantage. 

Unable to escape, Jason could only watch as the two demons engaged each other in combat. He craned his neck as they maneuvered around the room. As neither of the women had favorable intentions for Jason, he dreaded the moment when one would emerge as victor. 

It was clear Jason, even with his limited fighting experience, that Granny was the more experienced combatant. She had a measured strategy that combined offense and defense. She would strike at Pearl whenever there was an opening, while simultaneously keeping her guard up whenever possible. 

Pearl, however, was full-on aggro. Aside from a few clever tricks here and there, there was no finesse at all to her assault. She rained blows onto Granny with all the force she could muster, rarely paying a whit of attention to her own defense. 

At first, Jason thought that Granny was trying the old rope-a-dope, taking the hits but staying in the game. Saving her energy so as to wear Pearl down, til the moment arrived when she could easily put the more aggressive demon away. 

But as the seconds ticked by, Jason wondered if that was the right way to go. Pearl never seemed to tire, and hardly flinched when struck by Granny's expertly delivered blows. 

Granny, meanwhile, seemed to be growing weaker, her attacks becoming less frequent and less precise. Also, unlike her opponent, she groaned in pain each time Pearl landed a blow on her. 

Eventually, as Pearl's assault continued, Granny ceased even trying to attack. She only defended herself, with middling success, while Pearl steadfastly forced her back, step by step, to the far wall. 

Watching them battle, Jason found that he was neither repulsed, nor frightened, the consequences of the outcome far from his mind. Instead, he was excited by the fierce display of combat prowess. He eagerly drank in the scene of these two busty demons, exerting themselves for his entertainment as they pummeled each other's bodies with deadly force. 

He was only mildly surprised that his cock was as stiff as ever, thrilling to their violent physical exchange. This was something he'd never experienced before, and the animal bloodlust that coursed through far outstripped his lingering shame and dread. 

The endgame for this battle came in the form of an ill-timed feint from Granny. It left her open on her right, and Pearl took advantage of it. 

Pearl caught Granny off-balance with a palm strike just below her ribs. When Granny doubled over in pain, Pearl lifted her knee, slamming it into Granny's face. 

Granny's torso jerked upward from the impact, leaving her completely defenseless. Using both hands, Pearl grabbed Granny firmly around her hips. Then Pearl, spreading her own wings wide, lifted the both of them halfway to the ceiling with a series of powerful wingbeats. 

Ten feet in the air, Pearl tossed the limp and disoriented Granny. She then caught Granny by her ankles, and swung her around in a great circle. Finally, Pearl released Granny, throwing her at the floor, headfirst. 

Granny landed with a sickening crack, and the stone floor shook with the impact. Granny lay in a heap on the floor, limbs and wings at odd angles. Not moving. 

Jason looked up at Pearl. She was still hovering mid-air, keeping herself aloft with flaps of her wings that beat in time with her heavy breaths. 

She gazed down to where Granny lay, a crazed, teeth-baring smile on her face. 

"Oh my god," Jason said. 

Still grinning broadly, Pearl shifted her gaze to Jason. "Eh?" she said. 

"Granny," Jason said. "You killed her." 

Pearl frowned, and raised an eyebrow. "Unlikely," she said. "Granny is a tough old bat. It will take more than that to kill her." 

Pearl swooped down and collected the still form of Granny in her arms. Granny was a jumble, Jason thought. Arms and legs aren't supposed to bend like that. 

"I will need to take some precautions, however," she said. 

Pearl hovered over to the far wall, where sat a previously unnoticed wooden chair. It looked like one of those old-school electric chairs, with metal cuffs for the hands, feet, and head, only big enough to seat a demon of Granny's size, or even larger. 

"It's the naughty chair for you, Granny!" Pearl said, depositing Granny's limp body into the seat. 

Pearl stood on the floor again, to hold Granny upright with one hand. Then, with her other hand, she quickly and expertly fastened the arm, ankle and collar cuffs. 

"I've done enough time in this thing to know the drill," Pearl muttered. She stood back from the chair, checking her work for any flaws. 

"And now," Pearl proclaimed, "the finishing touch. Shawar a laza!" 

There was a crackle of energy, and brilliant pink lightning came forth from Pearl's hands. It surrounded the restraints only, not touching the unconscious Granny, and persisted, flickering and crackling faintly. 

"There," Pearl said. "Let's see her try to get out of that!" She returned her attention to Jason, with a mischievous smirk. 

"Now," Pearl said, "where were we?" 

"Pearl..." Jason began. He knew had to speak carefully. Pearl stalked toward him, eyeing him hungrily, and her wings flittering with excitement. He knew what she wanted. Her previous bloodlust had transformed into pure lust, and with Pearl, that was deadly. 

"Pearl," he said. "This is wrong." 

"Wrong?" Pearl said. "Wrong how?" 

"Granny," Jason said. "She said that I'm not supposed to be here. That there's some danger..." 

"Oh," Pearl said, waving her hand dismissively behind her. "She's so old-fashioned. Forget her. Right now, it's just you and me." 

"She was willing to kill me," Jason said, "just for being here!" 

"I said forget her!" Pearl said, black eyes wide and blazing with sparks. "We need to focus on what's important." 

Pearl reached the edge of the slab where Jason lay, his legs held apart by the restraints. She bit her lip and sank to her knees. Inching forward, she moved closer to Jason's cock, and settled her heavy, perspiration-covered breasts on his thighs. 

"How can you be like this?" Jason said. "A minute ago you were ready to kill Granny, and now you're trying to get me off?" 

Pearl shrugged. "Fighting, fucking..." she said, "whatever gets you off." 

The stiff length of Jason's cock rested against Pearl's moist, heated cleavage. His dick pulsed in time with the pounding of his heart, the proximity to Pearl's hungry demon flesh making him turgid with anticipation. 

"Did that turn you on, lover?" Pearl said. "Seeing me and Granny just beating the hell out of each other? Exciting, wasn't it?" 

Jason couldn't have lied if he'd wanted to. The truth was evident in with each throb of his cock. 

Pearl enveloped his dick in the lush crimson cushions of her mammoth breasts. Jason involuntarily released a long, welcoming sigh. The feeling of Pearl's soft chest pillows smothering his engorged rod was as warm and comforting, as erotic and dangerous, as lewd and sensual as ever. It felt so right to feel his dick returning to the fuckable valley of Pearl's impossibly large breasts. 

"Time is short, baby," Pearl said. She used her hands to push her tits together from the side, and stroked Jason's cock between them. 

Jason knew that Pearl could use freaky mind tricks to control him, but that wasn't the case now. Now, she was controlling him with her voluptuous, otherworldly demon breasts, and his desire to fuck them. She was turning his own powerful lust against him to force his obedience. 

Upon realizing this, the understanding that this wave of lust was partially his own doing, the low flame of anger ignited within Jason. 

"You hear that outside?" Pearl continued. "Even now, the battle rages, and the Wings are in peril. And here you are, full nearly to bursting with hot creamy cum." 

Jason could hear the noise he heard earlier, only it was different now. Less like a rushing of water and more like a cacophony of voices shouting over each other. But it was hard for him to concentrate on anything except the blissful sensations from the tit-massage Pearl generously levied upon his straining cock. 

"I need that cum to turn the tide," Pearl said. "I need you to spurt your seed all over me, sweetie, and soon." 

And with that, Pearl began to really fuck him with her tits. She gathered her breasts together with her arms, crossing them before her to trap Jason's cock fully in the rippling, quivering softness of her massive bosom. She bounced her breasts up and down with her arms, and the tit-fucking ride she was giving him made his cock pulse even harder. 

The undersides of Pearl's breasts slammed into Jason's thighs and smacked deliciously against the tender skin of his scrotum, which made his long-aching balls churn even more fervently with desire to expel their contents onto the Pearl's oversized demonic jugs, to repay the source of their agitation with a titanic release that would coat them and make them glisten and shimmer. 

Jason felt the flow of pre-cum oozing from him again, mixing with Pearl's heat and sweat, lubricating her cleavage even further, enhancing the feeling of fucking Pearl's tits. 

"Oooh...so slick..." Pearl cooed. "such a good slippery fucking for my big, beautiful boobies...that's right, baby...fuck my tits...give it to them good..." 

His pre-cum flowed so generously that it began to gush from the top of Pearl's pressed together cleavage. When Pearl saw this, she lowered her head to lap it up with her tongue. With each tongueful, she squealed excitedly, the sight of her relishing his cum pushing Jason even closer to the edge of eruption. 

Now Jason knew how Granny must have felt, fighting Pearl. Pearl was relentless, and Jason was helpless against her. Pearl's victory over him seemed inevitable.. 

But Jason had something that Granny hadn't. The anger that had awakened within him had been slowly building, rising in proportion to his lust. 

Jason fanned that anger, turning it into fury, his only remaining weapon. He glared at the top of Pearl's head as she licked cum from her breasts. 

"You're evil," he said, through gritted teeth. 

"Nonsense," Pearl said breezily. She continued to squeeze her tits tightly around his cock, savoring the taste of his jism and pleasuring him to a scrumptious orgasm. Jason's balls had never felt so full before, but his fury would not be denied. 




Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 02



"You're a heartless evil, thing," Jason said. "I hate you." 

"Oh, Jason," Pearl said, looking up to meet his angry gaze. "Don't be like that. I...like you. I like you a lot." 

"Well, you make me sick," Jason said. "I can't even look at you." 

And, with no small effort, he turned away from the captivating sight of Pearl's gigantic, red and golden-stained breasts smooshed around his throbbing member, and stared resolutely out the window into the pink sky beyond. 

"Jason?" Pearl said, a note of hurt in her voice. "Don't do this...I need you..." 

Jason scoffed. "You just need my cum," he said. 

"Yes...no...yes..." Pearl wavered, conflicted. "Jason, I need you." 

Jason was improvising. He wasn't sure where he was going with this, but it seemed to be affecting Pearl, and that was at least something. 

"Well, you can't have me," Jason said. "You may as well kill me, like Granny wanted to." 

"No!" Pearl said. She continued to slide and squeeze her breasts around Jason's cock, but he could feel an urgent trembling in her strokes, almost as if she were overcome by the emotional impact of losing him. 

"No, Jason!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything to keep you alive! To keep your come flowing just for me!" 

"Then free me," Jason said. Pearl stopped tit-fucking Jason's cock. 

"I...can't," Pearl said. "I won't! I've got you right where I want you, and you're not getting away!" 

"I don't want to get away," Jason said. "You, Pearl, are an ugly, hateful, vile creature. More animal than woman. You're almost worthless to me. The only thing in the world you're good for is tit-fucking." 

"So, if you want me so badly," Jason continued, "free me to use your body the way I want. For the only thing your sorry ass is good for. To squeeze your big fucking tits in my hands. Free to pound my whole cock into your fat demon jugs. And then, if you're good, if your tits can give my dick the fucking that it craves, maybe I'll come for you." 

Jason looked back to Pearl, and saw that she was hanging on his every word. 

"That's what you want, isn't it Pearl?" Jason said. "You'll look so lovely, my cock between your breasts...your body covered in my cum..." 

He softened his voice, continuing tenderly. "Will you be my busty Pearl, made beautiful by my hot, glistening male-essence?" 

Pearl's expression softened also. "Oh, Jason, Yes!" she said. "I will! Just bless me with your essence." 

"Free me," Jason dared, "and we'll see. If you're good enough, I'll bless the fuck out of you with my essence." 

"Oh..." Pearl said. She released her breasts and they fell away from his cock. She slid up his body to grasp the chains that held his hands in their leather straps. 

Jason thought she was aiming to unlock them somehow, but Pearl simply pulled mightily on the chains, snapping the iron links. She did the same for the chains holding his ankles. 

Pearl stood and backed away, letting Jason sit up at last. "Free," she said. She placed her hands on her full hips, and shimmied her slick torso, which made her breasts sway invitingly. "How do you want me, lover?" she said. 

For the briefest of moments, Jason considered rabitting. The door to the room was still wide open from Granny's abrupt entrance. He might be able to escape the room, but then where would he go? He didn't know of any rooms beyond this one, and he certainly didn't know how to get back to Earth from this Tarterus place. 

And then there was Pearl herself. She was strong and fast, true. But more importantly, the anger within him still burned. That anger had made her do his bidding, and that felt powerful. Jason wanted that feeling to continue, to grow. He was overcome with a desire to possess her, to make her submit to his commands. Even more, he realized, he wanted to humiliate her. He wanted to shame her with desire the way she had done to him. 

"Jason?" Pearl prompted, giving him a questioning look. "Don't you want to fuck me?" 

"Beg me," Jason said. 

"Please, Jason," Pearl said, "please...fuck my tits." 

With effort, his body getting used to independent motion again, Jason rose to his feet. 

"Again," he said. 

"Please," Pearl said, "slide your thick cock in between my titties." 

Jason moved to stand directly in front of Pearl, eye to eye, nose to nose, Pearl's boobs squooshed between them. The heat coming off of her fanned his lust and inflamed his anger. 

"More," was all Jason said. 

"Please, Jason," Pearl said, "pump my big boobies with your fat, yummy dick." 

Jason reached up and grabbed Pearl by her hair, pulling her head sharply back. He lunged at her neck, biting her on one of the few unstained red patches of skin that remained. 

Face turned up toward the ceiling, Pearl gasped in shock, and then sighed as Jason licked her neck tenderly. She tasted of a mixture of musk, alcohol and citrus. Almost like peach schnapps, he thought. 

"Really fucking grovel, you bitch," Jason whispered into her ear, softly, but with malice. 

"Please, Jason," Pearl said. "I'll do anything. Whatever you need to please you. Use me, Jason. My body is for your pleasure. However you want me, I'll do anything to make you come. Just...please, please, piston your beautiful fucking cock between my tits. Fuck my jugs, squeeze them and maul them, and use them to make my body lovely with your gooey cum." 

As she spoke, Pearl started to cry, worried that Jason might actually reject her. Realizing the power that he now held over her, something truly cruel awakened within Jason, as he found himself excited by her desperation. 

"Please, Jason," Pearl said tearfully, "I need you. I'll do anything." 

"Damn right you will you bitch," Jason said. "You stupid, ugly whore. I'm going to use you like the shameless slut you are." 

Pearl smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Yes, thank you, yes, please..." 

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless bimbo," Jason said. "Get on your knees." 

Without giving her a chance to do so, Jason pulled down hard on her hair, causing her to stumble and collapse at his feet. 

"Now lean back," Jason commanded. "Put your hands on the floor and stick your chest out," Jason commanded. 

"Yes, Jason," Pearl said. 

"Jesus, you are stupid!" Jason said. "You call me 'master' when you talk to me." 

"Yes...master," Pearl said. 

Pearl posed for him in the way he instructed. She looked deliciously submissive, enticing him with her body, to give her tits the really rough fucking they deserved. 

"I'm going to ride you," Jason said. "You'll use your body to hold me up. Can your demon slut self handle that?" 

"Yes, master." 

Jason positioned himself over her, his thrumming cock poised just above her sternum. Pearl's gigantic breasts fell heavily to her sides, but still so firm that they only flattened only slightly. 

"Lean back more," Jason said. "I want to be right on top of you while I fuck the hell out of your tits." 

Pearl leaned back further, using her wings as well as her hands to support her, until her torso was almost horizontal to the floor. 

"Good..." Jason said. "That's fucking great. Now lift your face up and look at it." 

Strength, Pearl had in spades, but flexibility was another matter. She strained to bend her neck as he'd told her, but it was difficult for her in that position. 

"Look at my fucking dick you whore!" Jason roared, and grabbed Pearl by her hair again. He yanked her head forward until her chin touched her breastbone. It looked unnatural and Jason felt some...resistance. 

"Perfect," Jason said. "Comfortable?" 

"Yes, master," Pearl said with effort. 

Jason yanked her hair roughly, pulling her head even closer. With his other hand he took his dick and smacked Pearl hard on her face. 

"Lying bitch!" He said. He dick-slapped her again, and then again and again. "Don't you fucking lie to me!" 

Jason continued smacking his dick across Pearl's face, and each loud smack left behind drops of precum, until whole her face was smeared with it. 

"Now, tell me the truth," Jason said, "Are you comfortable, you stupid little fuck-toy?" 

"No, master," said Pearl. "My wings hurt-" 

"Good," said Jason. 

He sat down, hard, on her stomach. Pearl buckled a bit, but managed to stay in position. 

"That's right," Jason said. "I'm going to fuck your titties like this. Is that a problem?" 

"No, master," Pearl said. "It's my pleasure." 

Jason reached back and smacked Pearl's pussy with the palm of his hand. Pearl moaned "OH!", her face a mixture of pain and lust. 

"You idiot," Jason snarled. "I don't give a shit about your pleasure." 

Jason didn't know where that urge had come from. He'd never raised a hand in anger toward a woman, and could never have imagined slapping a woman on the pussy. 

But he was out of control now. All the things that had ever felt wrong before felt right somehow. Impulsively, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed Pearl by the throat. Pearl's eyes went wide with shock as he began to squeeze. 

Jason slapped Pearl's pussy repeatedly, increasing his force each time. With each blow, he could feel Pearl trying to moan and squeal, but the sound was stopped short by his hand on her throat. Pearl's pussy became very wet, and her juices flowed onto his fingers, and moistened the thick curls of her pubic hair. 

After score of vagina-slaps, he relented, releasing his grasp about her neck, and returned his attention to Pearl's breasts. He lifted his cock, and let it fall with a heavy thwop onto her sternum. Then he reached under Pearl's massive jugs, grabbing as much as he could in each hand, and slammed them roughly together around his dick. 

"Holy Shit that's fucking good!" Jason exclaimed. 

"Yes, master," Pearl said. "So good...please, master...more..." 

Jason held his cock steady, and slammed Pearl's tits repeatedly together around it. With each impact, he felt the incredible weight of Pearl's breasts on his cock. They were heavy, so heavy that he worked up a good sheen of sweat from his efforts, but the workout was worth it. This rough treatment was a delight that no sane human woman would ever consent to. 

Jason was pleased to see that Pearl was sweating too, under the strain of maintaining her uncomfortable pose while fully supporting Jason's weight. Jason's tit-slamming was squeezing even more precum out of his cock, and combined with the sweat of her cleavage, made her tit valley devilishly slick. 

"Get ready, bitch," Jason said. "I'm about to pound the shit out of these oversize fucking udders." 

Pearl looked up at him in gratitude. "Oh, yes, master, I-" 

Jason backhanded her across the face. Although his hand stung from the impact, slapping her face felt as good to Jason as smacking her pussy had. Something was definitely wrong here, but the look of hurt confusion on Pearl's face was exciting, and that made him feel powerful. 

"Eyes on my dick, bitch!" Jason said. "That's what you wanted, right?" 

"Yes, master," Pearl said, and dutifully returned her gaze to Jason's oozing cock. 

Switching tactics, he ran his palms tenderly across the vastness of Pearl's breasts, exploring them with his hands. Each time he caressed her areola, areola the rich red of pinot noir, ran his thumb over her erect, even darker nipples, Pearl filled the room with agonized squeals and lustful cries. 

"Do you like the way I touch you, dear?" Jason said. 

"Yes, master," Pearl said. "They're very sensitive...my nipples..." 

Jason abruptly pinched both of Pearl's nipples, hard, between his thumb and forefinger. Pearl bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a yelp, but when Jason twisted both nipples sharply, she cried out in pain. 

"Oh! Master!" Pearl cried, eyes welling with tears. 

"Not 'your nipples'," Jason said. "Mine! Your entire body belongs to me! Say it!" 

"Yes, master!" Pearl said. "My body is yours...all for your pleasure!" 

Jason yanked her tits upward by her nipples. The sheer weight of her breasts stretched them obscenely, yet they still managed to form a foot-long line of squeezed-together cleavage around Jason's dick. He pulled even harder, stretching them to their limit. 

"You're hurting me, master," Pearl said, her voice trembling. 

"Do you want my come or not?" Jason growled. 

"Yes, master," Pearl said. "Please..." 

"Then you'll take whatever I give you, you demon whore," Jason said. 

He gave her breasts one more sharp nipple yank and then released them to jounce and wobble back into place. 

"Fuuuuck," Jason said. His complete domination of Pearl had worked him into such a frenzy of lust that he knew he would have to come soon. 

Jason reached under Pearl's breasts and gathered them up, squeezing them into a quivering mass of titflesh that completely engulfed his cock. His balls felt like they were overheating, churning with pent-up jism. 

Oh yes, he'd be coming soon. 

He began thrusting between Pearl's sweaty boobs. Back and forth, pumping through her hot, slippery valley of soft tit flesh. 

"You bitch," Jason said. "You fat-titted slut. You evil, conniving, manipulative whore! You think you can tease me with these massive fucking juggs and get away with it? You don't deserve my cum, you...stupid! Ugly! Worthless! Busty! WENCH!" 

With each epithet, Jason could feel his cock getting harder, his orgasm come closer, his jism roiling within his balls, ready to gush forth with incredible force. 

"I'm awful, master," Pearl said, sorrow in her voice. "I'm such a stupid little cunt! But you, master...you give me a purpose. I'm your toy, master. Use me to please your big, lovely dick. Use my tits to make you come...oh master...oh master, I'm so wet from pleasing you...I think you're making me-" 

Impulsively, Jason leaned down and bit Pearl's nipple. Sharp and hard. He hadn't planned to, but the feeling of Pearl's gigantic jugs smothering the length of his cock, the fleshy tit valley encasing him, the sight of her jostling crimson breasts, capped by nipples as red as brick and just as hard, and her mewling, submissive talk...everything overwhelmed him at once. He sunk his incisors as hard as he could into the hard nub of Pearl's nipple. 

Pearl cried out, but otherwise didn't move. Releasing her nipple, Jason saw that he hadn't left even the slightest mark on her. This incensed him so much that, still pounding his cock between her boobs, he bit her other nipple, grinding his teeth together so hard that he could feel them almost meeting. And yet her skin did not break. 

Instead, Pearl's hips began to jerk, spasming in what Jason knew was only the second orgasm of her life. Still keeping her eyes on Jason's cock as it thrust through the top of her cleavage, she simultaneously sobbed in humiliation and moaned in pleasure, tears and sweat mixing together as her face contorted in painlust. 

"You selfish, ugly whore!" Jason screamed. "You told me demons couldn't come." 

He knew otherwise, of course, but he couldn't resist rubbing it in. 

"Master, I'm so ashamed," Pearl said, her hips still bucking from orgasmic aftershocks. 

"You should be," Jason said, "and you're gonna pay for that. Hands up." 

"Master?" Pearl said. 

"I said hands up!" Jason belted. "Your tits are so big I need four hands to hold them together for a proper fucking." 

"But how will I hold myself up?" Pearl said. 

"Use your wings, you dumb snatch!" Jason said. 

"Yes, master," Pearl said. She gingerly lifted her hands from the floor, and covered Jason's with hers. Jason's feet settled onto the floor, and Pearl's body bounced up and down, and while Pearl whimpered due to the increased strain on her wings, they didn't fail her. 

"Oh fuck YES!" Jason shouted. "Fucking fantastic. You're learning all kinds of things about yourself today, aren't you?" 

"...yes...master..." Pearl whimpered, joining Jason in pressing her cum-slickened breasts around his cock. 

"It's only because you're so stupid," Jason said, pounding his cock frenetically between Pearl's tits now, a hair's breadth away from his own orgasm. "Because you are just an ignorant little demon slut." 

"Yes I am, master," Pearl said. 

Jason was deep into Pearl's bosomy bounty, so deep that not only his cock but his balls were being covered and caressed within her mountainous, jostling breast flesh, insistently coaxing him to expel the enormous load of jism within. 

"And who... the fuck... am I?" Jason grunted, right on the verge. 

"Master," Pearl said. "Master of my body. Master of making me come. Master of fucking my beautiful, slippery, fat, fleshy, bulging, jiggling, cock-hungry-" 

Pearl was silenced as Jason's first wad of jizz pasted her across the mouth. Jason's cock spasmed, spraying, erupting. He came and came and came. He shot cum in thick, creamy wads onto Pearl's face. He blasted gooey streamers in jizzy stripes that lined her neck and shoulders. Jason's cock angled up, his balls still receiving the massage of Pearl's breast-fucking, and thick sprays of spooge arced over the rest of her upper body, streaking her hair and dripping into her ears. Messy spurts splatted her nose, glued her eyelashes together, and splashed her forehead and her cheeks. 

Jason knew he'd had a lot of cum built up, but he'd never cum this much in his life. It didn't even seem possible. Pearl's entire upper body was becoming drenched in man-sauce. And even with all that, many parts of her had received a second and even a third coatings of spurting jism. 

A literal gallon's worth of cum already, and his dick was still spunking out a steady gush of jizz, oozing onto Pearl's expansive breasts, keeping them freshly glistening even while his previous loads drizzled down her torso. 

Jason's heart hammered thunderously in his chest. "huh...huh..." he panted. "...fucking hell..." 

"Oh...master..." Pearl said. She had lost the tearful voice and the submissive vibe, and now seemed to be lost in wonderment. "Oh...master..." she repeated. 

Pearl used her fingers to clear the jism from her eyes so that she could see. She then ran her hands through the fresh loads of cum that so thoroughly drenched her head and torso. She smeared it all over herself like Jason had seen her do before, even absent-mindedly massaging some of it onto his cock, Jason's oozing within the confines of her glistening bosom. 

Jason was busy catching his breath, recovering from his massive ejaculation, when it occurred to him that Pearl was now supporting him, and easily, without the use of her hands. 

Although he had just come, and quite impressively, Jason was still hard for more tit-fucking. He issued another command. "I said keep your hands on the floor, you worthless bi-" 

Pearl stood up abruptly, causing Jason to tumble backwards onto the stone floor. 

"Ow! What the fuck, you ignorant cunt!" Jason said. 

Pearl barely seemed to acknowledge his presence, so lost was she in her cum-unctioning. 

"We can drop the act now, love," Pearl said dreamily. "Witness what we have wrought together. Bathed me in rich, fresh man-seed, you have. Aren't I lovely?" 

"You..." Jason stammered, "you mean you were faking it all?" 

Pearl paused in her self-appreciation. "Somewhat," she admitted. "I allowed myself get a little carried away, I suppose. But I do like you, Jason. I love to play with you. And I love how you make me feel. You've made me come twice, dear, and that's very special to me." 

Jason's cock remained steel-hard, and he found he wanted to fuck her cum-slickened breasts as much as ever. 

"I want more," Jason said. "I can give you more." 

"That's just the elixir talking," Pearl said. "Trust me, I have enough for now. But don't worry, my dear, sweet human..." 

Pearl leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, her lips smearing his with warm cum. 




Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 02



"We're going to have lots more fun," Pearl said. 

Now it was Jason's turn to plead. "But...I want you now," he said. 

"Later," Pearl said. "I have some business to take care of." 

Jason's face contorted in confusion. "Business?" he said. 

Pearl backed away from him. 

"Oh yes," she said. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Shield your eyes now, dear." 

"Why the fuck should I-" Jason began. 

Then, all the cum clinging to Pearl's body quickly disappeared, seemingly absorbed right into her skin. Pearl spread her arms, and her wings soared upward. The flames that danced in her black eyes blazed into dazzling life. 

Starting with her head, the flames spread down along Pearl's body, engulfing her in rollicking, electric fire. 

Jason did cover his eyes, then, not only to protect him from the brilliant incandescence of the flames, but also from its intense heat. Pearl was a human-shaped bonfire, illuminating the room like a sun. 

Jason watched Pearl burn for almost a minute, and then the flames subsided. 

Pearl reappeared, and she was no longer nude. Now she was clad in a full suit of armor, but not like any armor Jason had ever seen. Instead of gray metal, the armor was translucent and yellow, and it shone with power. It was shaped like plate mail, but Jason could see through it to see Pearl's naked body inside. 

Pearl's wings were armored too, after a fashion, limned as they were with yellow light. And also her tail... 

Jason did a double take. Pearl had a tail now! And, looking at the helm of golden brilliance that covered her head he saw that, from just above her eyebrows, there emerged two twisting black horns, about a foot long each. 

"There," Pearl said. "Much better!" 

"Pearl..." Jason said, lost in confusion. "What is all this?" 

"This," Pearl said, her voice full of grit and determination, "is about teaching those damned Spines a lesson. Again." 

Pearl held out her right hand, and an impossibly long, impossibly heavy-looking broadsword, made of the same glowing material as her armor, appeared. 

Pearl tested the sword, swinging it in a wide arc that passed mere inches from Jason's head. 

"And by the three," Pearl said, "this time they'd better fucking take notes." 

With that, Pearl spread her wings. Her new tail lashing wildly behind her, she flapped powerfully, and zipped through the great stone window, into the pink sky beyond. A gale-force gust of wind rolled Jason over a few times, and by the time he stopped spinning, Pearl was gone. 

The chains hanging from the ceiling swung and clinked against each other in the wake of Pearl's exit. Aside from that, the only sounds in the chamber were from his labored breathing, and the steadily increasing sounds of disturbance from outside.  

Jason gingerly rose to his feet. His hard-on still throbbed hungrily, and his balls churned with excitement, eager to expel even more cum. Jason couldn't understand it, especially since every other part of him was to-the-bone weary. 

With careful, measured steps, Jason shakily ambled to the window that had served as Pearl's egress. 

The window was actually incredibly far from the ground. Several hundred feet below, a rocky landscape, unbroken by vegetation, stretched off to the horizon. It was mostly flat, broken by irregular cracks and fissures that criss-crossed the barren ground. 

This was some sort of desert, or tundra. Jason hadn't been that great at geography, but that wasn't as important as what he saw taking place on the apron of land that surrounded this tower, the landscape's only defining landmark for miles. 

Nothing could have prepared Jason for what he was about to see. Far down below him, an enormous battle raged, and the combatants were all red-skinned women. 

There were thousands of them. Some wore light metallic armor, but most fought wearing nothing more than leather halters, hide boots and broad leather skirts. 

Due to their lack of armor, Jason could see that they were all more or less as voluptuously proportioned as Pearl and Granny. He also spied that there appeared to two types of demon women: the ones with wings like Pearl's, and another kind that sported pairs twisted horns from their foreheads, like Pearl after she'd absorbed his cum eruption. 

The winged ones mostly carried long, thin swords. They darted to and fro around the battlefield. Suddenly, as if receiving a signal, several would converge to attack a specific target at once, ganging up on her, alighting on the ground just long enough to hack the woman to into bloody chunks. Then, just as suddenly, they would disperse, back into the air, where they would eventually join a different group of winged women and repeat the process. 

The horned ones may not have had the advantage of flight, but they held their own. These women were more powerfully built, possessing the curves of a full-figured woman and the muscles of a bodybuilder. Most carried wooden clubs, studded throughout with sharp spikes of black metal. These they used on the winged demons when they could, although they struck out just as frequently with their massive, bare fists. 

When one of their blows connected, which was often, the winged demon on the receiving end crumpled. Bones cracked, limbs tore free, heads caved in like overripe melons. If one managed to survive the first blow, a second followed, finishing the job. 

Jason watched a group of the horned demon women cluster together, all focusing on a single aerial target. Then, from the tips of their horns, blue sparks of electricity appeared, the crackling energy dancing from horn-tip to horn-tip, connecting them together in a web of power. A ball of lightning issued forth, striking the flyer. She spasmed, and fell to earth, whereupon the earthbound demons set upon her, pummeling her into unrecognizable paste. 

Then, from around the corner of the tower, Jason watched as a glowing yellow form, a stark contrast against the pink sky, sped through the air toward the battle. Pearl. 

Pearl swooped down low over the battlefield, her sword extended and gleaming. Jason watched as she skimmed over a crowd of horned demons, swinging her comically oversized weapon. His eyes widened in horror as a dozen horned heads tumbled into the air, lopped off effortlessly. 

She landed among the headless bodies, her sword raised over her head and ready to strike, daring the horned women to attack her. 

The earthbound combatants accepted Pearl's challenge, and rushed her with their clubs and fists. Pearl withstood their attacks unflinchingly, even though Jason could hear the thunderous sounds of their impacts from his elevated vantage. 

Wooden clubs shattered into splinters against Pearl's armor. Fists broke, bloodied, and exploded, becoming mangled lumps of flesh at the end of their horned owner's arms. Pearl had held her ground, without striking a blow or even attempting to evade her attackers. 

Pearl then shot upwards, high into the air. Not too far away from her a cluster of horned demons launched a lightning ball after her retreating form. Moving at the speed of light, it enveloped Pearl a second later. 

While all the other flying demons zapped by lightning had fallen to the ground, burnt and jerking, Pearl merely stopped in mid-air. She spun around slowly, turning to face the cluster of horned lightning-launchers. 

Pearl began to glow white, then. Her luminosity increased steeply and quickly, the intensity soon rivaling that of a noonday sun, until the entire battlefield was illuminated by her radiance. 

Then, she pointed her sword downward, toward the cluster of demons that had dared attack her. From the tip of the sword, a blazing beam of white light shot forth to lance the earth. 

Jason was temporarily blinded. When his eyes recovered enough to see again, all that was left of the cluster of lightning demons was a scorched crater, strewn with charred body parts. 

A sinister, ululating sound reached Jason's ears, coming from below and echoing through the stone chamber. Pearl was laughing. 

Jason couldn't take any more. Overcome by exhaustion, confusion, and revulsion, he dazedly backed away from the window. He really needed a nap, or some sort of retreat from this crazy world he had stumbled into. Maybe if he slept, he'd wake up and find that it had all been a bad dream. 

But quisling cock wouldn't let him. The entire time he'd spent watching the battle, it had not gone flaccid, never subsided in the least. Even now it throbbed in time to his rapidly beating heart. And his balls... they ached so desperately for release... 

He gripped his cock in one hand (good old righty, he thought wryly) and his balls in the other, and began to jerk himself off. 

As he pumped his fist along his shaft, his mind conjured an image for him. Pearl, in flight, clad in her golden armor. 

He pumped his cock faster. The image grew clearer in his mind, and he found he could see the nude body of the woman within. As he thrilled to the sight her womanly curves, he massaged his nutsack, pumping his dick ever harder as the armor became more transparent. He knew that as soon as she was fully revealed, he'd blow his load. 

Finally, her armor was almost gone, and the last remaining piece was her helm, and then it too, disappeared. But right as Jason gathered his breath, teeth clenched in anticipation, he recognized, with surprise, the face of the woman that his mind presented him. 

It was Kristin. 

Jason came, his cock erupting spurt after spurt of jism onto the stone floor with loud splats. With Kristin's face still in his mind's eye, he continued to squeeze his balls and pump his erection through his fist, each stroke conjuring another powerful jet of semen. 

At length, Jason felt that he had come as much as he possibly could. His balls still ached, but less so than before, and he found that he could think about something other than the relentless urge to come. 

Jason opened his eyes, and was almost instantly alarmed. He had cum a lot, alright. A lot lot. His ejaculate had made an irregular puddle about two feet in diameter, on a patch of floor roughly four feet away. Smaller, but still copious, puddles of spooge pooled in the intervening spaces, and even now, yet more semen leaked from his cock head to pool before his bare feet. 

Jason was still staring, slack-jawed, at the sight of his handiwork, when he heard someone behind him, on the other side the room, clear her voice expectantly. 

Jason spun around to look, and saw Granny, sitting restrained in her chair. She was still held there by Pearl's shimmering pink energy, but no longer unconscious. Her eyes were wide open, perceptively aware. 

"Oh..." Jason said. "Hi." 

"I think it is high time," Granny began, "that you and I had a little talk." 

To Be Continued



Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 03



Jason stared at Granny, dumbstruck. At the culmination of their battle, Pearl had hurled her at the ground with the force of a falling meteor. She had been broken and unconscious after her defeat at Pearl's hands. 

Yet there Granny sat, awake, whole, and very, very aware. And although she projected calm, Jason knew by now to be wary of her kind. 

"Right," Jason began, "I'll go first. How about you tell me exactly what the hell is going on out there?" 

"War," Granny said indifferently. She attempted to continue, but her voice came out in a rasp. She cleared her throat, and tried again. "War between the Wings and the Spines," she said. 

"So...you guys are the Wings," Jason said. "And I take it the demons with horns are the Spines." 

Granny nodded. 

"And you're fighting each other because...?" Jason prompted. 

Granny shrugged, at least as best she could shrug, restrained as she was by the "Naughty Chair", as Pearl had called it. "Like all wars, the reasons are complicated," she said. "But we have ever been at war." 

Jason hadn't noticed before, but Granny's voice was quite pleasant. Rich, and deep, for a woman. She seemed to linger over her words, as if she enjoyed the flavor of them as she spoke. Her voice made him think of melted sugar: warm and syrupy, delicious to his ears. In other circumstances, ones where his life was not in immediate danger, Jason might have found himself turned on by its sultry quality. 

"And this room," Jason said, glancing up at the chains that hung from the ceiling. "What kind of 'Eyes Wide Shut' joint are you running here?" 

"This is our...I suppose you would call it our barracks," Granny said. "Where we sleep when we aren't attending to our duties. Due to our physiology, you see, we find it more comfortable to hang upside down, rather than laying on our backs. As you can imagine, this is a feature unique to our kind, as neither the Spines nor the Tails share the same concern." 

That part made sense to Jason, as much as any of this did. "Why would Pearl bring me here?" he mused to himself. 

Granny took this as a cue to answer. "Because, as we are currently engaged in battle, she knew it would be empty," she said. "In fact, it was because I noticed that her post on the south wall was unmanned that I came to check on her. Purleen is often...erratic. I had expected to find that she had overslept, or was perhaps toiling away on in the lab on some non-essential project. I could not, however, have imagined the disgusting display I would discover upon finding her." She scowled. 

"Yeah, you demons are all tact," Jason said. "What does any of this have to do with me?" 

"Very little, I'm afraid," Granny said. "Your presence here is only important insofar as - " 

A coughing fit seized Granny, causing her to convulse and wheeze for several seconds, until she regained control of herself. 

"Water," she croaked. "Please." Cough cough. 

Jason eyed Granny carefully. He had no great desire to help her. This was, after all, the demon lady who had, within minutes of seeing him, tried to pop his head off like a Pez dispenser. 

But...Jason had questions, and Granny seemed to have answers. Answers that he needed quickly. Who knew when Pearl would come galumphing back? It was possible that Granny might know something that could help him get out of this jam. 

There had to be a trick here, though, some game Granny was playing. Jason was sure of it. Pearl was no dummy, and Jason had every reason to be even more suspicious of Granny. 

Yet Granny didn't seem to be going anywhere. Whatever magic whammy Pearl had put on her must be pretty boss to keep her in check. What harm could a drink of water do? 

Jason decided to give it a shot. "Where can I get water?" he said. 

Granny wheezed. "Cistern," she said. "Behind you. To your..." cough-cough "... right." 

Jason looked to his right, and saw that there was an open cylindrical container, built into the stone of the wall, about the size and shape of a big garbage can. On the lip of the cistern were several stone bowls of the type that Pearl had used to feed him the elixir. That tasty, tasty elixir. He could go for some more of that stuff... 

Focus, Jason. He walked over to the cistern. Looking into it, he found that it contained water. Or something that looked like water. Taking anything for granted in this world was a mistake. 

Granny coughed again. Jason turned to look at her. That had seemed less like an accidental body function and more like a prompt, and that annoyed him. 

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Jason said, not bothering to hide his irritation. 

Jason picked up one of the bowls and dipped it into the water. He held the now half-full bowl at eye-level and inspected it. Seemed normal enough, he thought, and with that thought came the realization that Jason himself was pretty thirsty too. 

Still, Jason thought, better let Granny have the first sip. Just in case. 

Jason carried the bowl to Granny in the Naughty Chair, wary in his approach, but trying not to show it. He still half-expected her to try something, but didn't want to look like a chickenshit, no matter how he actually felt. 

Standing before the seated Granny, Jason hesitated. She suppressed another cough, silently imploring him with her eyes to quench her thirst. 

With her wrists bound, Granny obviously couldn't take the bowl herself, so Jason moved to her side, and tipped the bowl to her mouth. 

Granny's lips parted, and she sipped. She swallowed, and Jason couldn't help but notice how her abundant cleavage, compressed as it was by her leather vest, shimmied from the motion, bulging slightly over the top of the garment. 

Granny parted her lips again, and gave him another imploring look. Jason held the bowl to her mouth again, and this time Granny drained the remainder. She gulped the water this time, so quickly that it dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Jason watched liquid trickle down her chin, the drops ultimately falling onto the upper slopes of Granny's crimson breasts, moistening the cleft of her jiggling cleavage. 

Jason had a vision then, of another kind of lubrication for Granny's breasts. A lube that, judging by the jittery, excited feeling in his testicles, he could provide quite easily. While Granny's tits weren't as big as Pearl's, they'd easily be the second-largest jugs he'd have the pleasure of burying his cock between. He imagined putting her jugs to that purpose, surrounding his stiff pole in their warm, pillowy softness, stroking his meat with them to a squelching, gooey conclusion... 

"Thank you, Jason," Granny said, interrupting his fantasy. The sultriness had returned to her voice, and Jason thought he heard a trace of amusement, almost as if she knew what Jason had been thinking. Jason felt his cheeks grow warm. 

"Yeah, well, you're welcome," Jason said. "Now spill. All that shit going down outside," he cocked his head back toward the window, from where the sounds of battle, punctuated occasionally by the spooky howl of Pearl's laughter, drifted in, "what does that have to do with me?" 

"Very well," Granny said, "but first you must understand something, Jason. Our world, Tarterus, is quite different from yours." 

"You can say that again," Jason said. "Pink sky, for starters. What is that about?" 

"Oh, it's more than the physical landscape," Granny said. "There are many worlds, Jason. Not just the two, but thousands. Many thousands. And each world is unique, having a timbre, a demeanor all its own." 

"Timbre," repeated Jason. He was familiar with the concept of timbre, at least in the musical sense. It was the unique sounding of an instrument; the reason why a middle C on a piano sounded different from middle C on a flute. Same pitch, but different "voice". 

"So, what," Jason said. "They sound different or something?" 

"More like they feel different," Granny said. 

"Okay, let's say that they do," Jason said. "Why is that important?" 

"Because that timbre, that sounding of the world, influences the behavior of those who reside there," Granny said. "In the same way that the creatures of a world are shaped by climate and geography, the timbre of a world shapes their minds." 

Jason scoffed at this. "Bull," he said. "That sounds like some hippie Mother Earth granola-eating shit to me." 

Granny cocked an eyebrow. "You seem quite dismissive," she said. 

"Duh," Jason said. "People make decisions on their own. Because they want to, not because some earth spirit tells them what to do." 

"Of course, of course," Granny said. "Yet...I have been awake for some time, and I couldn't help but witness your...interactions...with Pearl." 

Jason felt his cheeks flush again. "Yeah, that was... pretty intense," he admitted. "So?" 

"It was intense," Granny said. "I appreciated your exuberance. I'd be speaking false if I claimed that I didn't experience... a panoply of emotions myself. If only my hands had been free to roam... down there..." 

Jason was busy wondering what a "panoply" was, when Granny cast her eyes down toward her crotch, and paused to bite her lower lip. She lingered on it, seductively, making sure that Jason saw her doing so. 

Was Granny trying to seduce him? And did she really think that Jason would fall for so obvious a trick? Because Jason had seen enough movies to know that whenever a prisoner came onto a guard, the guard ended up KO'd, or worse. So he grimaced at her clumsy attempt at seduction, as if to say "can it, sister". Geez, demons were bad at this seduction shit. 

Granny abandoned the ruse, and continued. "I must ask, however, are all of your sexual encounters in that vein?" 

Jason smirked and gave a chuckle. "That's a pretty personal question coming from someone that just tried to kill me," he said. 

"But it is to my point," Granny said. "The fervor you felt, the intensity. The need to subjugate Pearl, to force her to submit to your desire, no matter how much it hurt her, the way you reveled in her pain, to fuel your own ardor...this is not your usual method of sexual congress, is it?" 

Jason froze. His sexual encounters with Kristin were intense, violently passionate, even. Hell, the back of his head still tingled from the enthusiastic slit-licking he'd given her last week. But despite that, they didn't get off on hurting each other. He didn't, at least. 

But Granny had nailed exactly how he had been feeling with Pearl. He had wanted, no needed, to control her, to punish her, to make her feel pain. The tit-fucking had been incredibly hot, no doubt about that, but what had really made him blow his load was her absolute submission to his will. 

Even now, just the thought of how Pearl had begged and pleaded for him to use her caused Jason's cock to throb in response. 

"Yes..." Granny said, with a significant glance at his pulsing cock, and then at the sheepish look on his face. "You felt it, didn't you? You felt the timbre of my world, the soul of Tarterus." 

"I just got carried away..." Jason protested, and then remembered that Pearl had given him the same lame-ass excuse, right before transforming into an armor-clad killing machine. 

"Of course you did," Granny said. "You lost yourself in desire, and that allowed the soul of this world entry. That's what this world is, Jason. Dominance and submission. Ruthlessness. Selfishness. This world, and all who live here, are steeped in brutality." 

Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing. A world having a soul, and one that made its people into sadistic, evil creatures at that? It was patently ridiculous... but nonetheless seemed to have the ring of truth. 

"So what are you saying?" Jason said, "That if I stay here long enough...?" 

"You'll become like us," Granny said. "Oh, yes. The transformation is slow, but inevitable, and it has already begun." She smiled. "Perhaps that idea even appeals to you..." 

Panic. "I've got to get out of here," Jason muttered. He looked nervously around him, at the open window, the gray stone walls, the chains hanging from the ceiling, the imposing wooden door, as if any of them could offer him a way out. 

"How do I get out of this fucking place!?" Jason shrieked, his voice bordering on hysteria. 

Granny eyed him coolly. "That is a middling complicated question," she said. "The ways between worlds have been shut for some time, the spells required to open them deliberately hidden, so as to prevent contamination." 

"But Pearl found a way," Jason said. "She's done it a couple of times." 

"At least," Granny said. "I have heard reports, of elixir going missing from the stores. I had thought it was merely the carelessness of the handlers, but in retrospect it seems obvious. Who knows how many forays our little Purleen has made to your world? Under different guises, so as to not arouse suspicion..." 

"But Pearl can't be the only one who can do it!" Jason said. 

Granny cocked her head nonchalantly. "Perhaps," she said, "Even so, the spells to open the ways are delicate, and the energies required are substantial." 

Jason furrowed his brow. "You're holding out on me," he said, accusingly. "You seem to know so much, I bet you could do it." 

"I wouldn't dare!" Granny said. "Our laws prohibit it, as Purleen well knows. In any case, there is the small matter of - " Granny's voice faltered, as another coughing fit interrupted her. Jason waited impatiently for her to recover. 

"As you may have suspected," Granny said when she was finally able to speak again, her voice noticeably raspier, "the scuffle with Pearl has weakened me considerably." 

"'Scuffle?!'" Jason repeated. "Lady, I saw you guys going at it. That wasn't some schoolyard horsing around. You guys were on some murder shit." 

Granny gave a dismissive shrug. "Not really," she said. "Our kind is somewhat hardier than yours, as I'm sure you've seen. If fatalities had been intended, we would have crossed blades." 

"What, like sword-fighting?" Jason asked. 

"Indeed," Granny said. "For all our durability, the surest way to kill one of our kind is to sever the head. And the surest way to accomplish that is by using a blade." 

"What is this, freakin' 'Highlander'?" Jason said. Granny raised one eyebrow questioningly. "I guess you probably don't get movies here," he said. 

Granny surprised him by laughing. Not a polite giggle, nor a humorless chuckle, but an honest, mirthful laugh. That caught Jason off guard. He wouldn't have suspected that Granny had any laughter in her, save for the mocking kind. 

"No, we do not," Granny said, still smiling, "although I have heard of your cinema. Here in Tarterus, we have other means of amusing ourselves." 

"Like beating the tar out of each other?" Jason said, "And that shit going on outside?" 

Granny coughed again. "My throat is still quite dry," she said. "Would you fetch me more water? There is more that I wish to tell you." 

"Yeah, like how to get back home," Jason said, turning away to get more water from the cistern. 

Jason returned to the cistern, and, keeping an eye on Granny, filled the bowl. Cautiously, he took a drink for himself. The water was cold and clean. Not like bottled water, but more like the water he'd tasted from natural sources, like streams and wells. Other than that it was perfectly ordinary. 

So he had just been paranoid, but who could blame him? If Granny was to be believed, everything in this world was out to get him, so why not the water? 

Jason put that thought aside and refilled the bowl. In the same manner as before, he presented the bowl to Granny to drink. She drank more greedily this time, allowing even more water to escape her lips and fall into her cleavage. Jason found himself staring again, and had to force himself to look away, lest his mind go wandering again. It was almost as if she was doing it on purpose, as ludicrous as that seemed. 

"Thank you again," Granny said, after using her dark red tongue to lick her lips, with maybe a bit too much relish. "Not many of your kind would be so forgiving under the same circumstances." 

"Don't get it twisted, sister," Jason said. "There's no forgiveness here. I just need to know how to get the hell out of here." 

Granny nodded slightly, as much as the scintillating cerise band of energy encircling her throat allowed. 

"Of course," Granny said. "We were talking about magical energies." 

"We were talking about how you can get me back to my fucking world," Jason said. 

Granny raised one eyebrow. "Have a care with your tone, human," Granny said. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to ask Purleen herself, once she returns from battle?" 

Right then, Pearl's laughter echoed from the battlefield below. He remembered the sight of a dozen horned heads practically jumping into the air after one of her mighty swings, and shivered. 

"Fuck that," Jason said. "Can't you just teach me the magic words or whatever? Abracadabra and fifteen Hail Marys and presto?" 

"Sadly, no," Granny said. "Even among our kind, the gift of spellcasting is not universal, and true talent is rare. Purleen is unusually gifted in that area. Fortunately for her, due to her diminutive size." 

This puzzled Jason at first. Pearl was about the same height as he, six foot even. Tall for a human woman, but Granny dwarfed her by at least a foot. And how big were those muscular Spines brawling outside? Eight feet? Nine? 

Seeming to sense the direction of his thoughts, Granny's face became grave. She pressed her lips together in a grimace, and it was only now that Jason noticed the telltale signs of her elder status. The otherwise flawless skin of her face showed faint lines at the corners of her mouth, the beginnings of crow's feet around her eyes. 

"From her birth," Granny said, "Purleen was problematic. Underweight and weak. Barely viable. In more robust times, she would have been slain at birth. But the Wings had recently incurred great losses due to our endless warring. As such, every hatchling was deemed necessary." 

Jason felt sick. He'd heard that animals in the wild did the same kind of thing. If there was a runt in the litter, one that was too small, or the mother didn't think it was going to make it, she'd sort of forget about it. Just ignore the thing until it died of hunger, thirst, or exposure. In the mother's mind, it was better to concentrate on the healthiest of the litter, instead of wasting energy trying to keep alive the one who was going to die anyway. Animals were downright mercenary like that, all survival of the fittest, but the idea of humans, or humanoids, he supposed, killing their own children at birth, turned his stomach. 

Suddenly, Jason was blinded by an intense flash of golden light from outside, followed almost immediately by an ear-splitting peal of thunder. A pressure wave rocked the air, buffeting his body and knocking him to the floor. 

Then it was over, and dazedly, Jason got back to his feet. Pearl howled again in malefic glee, and the sound echoed throughout the chamber. 

"What the hell was that?" Jason said. 

"No doubt Purleen has unleashed some new ability of hers," Granny said, sounding more annoyed than usual. And somehow muffled. 

When the spots cleared from his vision, he saw that Granny's hair had fallen into her face, completely obscuring her features. 

She looked ridiculous, her wavy hair all in her face like a sheepdog. Jason began to laugh. Then, with panic returning, he realized that if he didn't stop laughing now, he might never stop. With effort, he stifled his laughter before it overtook him completely. 

"Does something amuse you?" Granny said, irritated. 

"It's just...you look like that little girl from 'The Ring'," Jason said. "But I guess you've never seen that either." 




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"Assuredly not," Granny said, unamused. "Would you please fix this? I felt foolish enough already, please allow me the tiniest shred of dignity." 

Jason hesitated, and Granny sensed it. "If you're worried for your safety," Granny said, "you needn't. Once the Naughty Chair is activated, the binding prevents movement, as well as magic. If I were not so constrained, we would not be have been conversing." 

Jason was sure that she meant they'd either be fighting or fucking, but wasn't sure which one, although neither option would be in his favor. Still, she was so bound, so he figured what the hell. 

Jason moved to stand before Granny in the Naughty Chair. He reached out with both hands to part her hair. Smoothing the lush, wavy locks back, he revealed her face. 

Granny's face, for all its restrained hostility, was lovely. She definitely had the 'evil queen' thing going on, but it really worked on her. Her neck was graceful, yet strong, and her skin was as smooth as porcelain. And her breasts... 

They stared at each other for a long, wordless moment. Granny's face was upturned, her lips parted in a breathless expression. Her black eyes captivated Jason. The yellow sparks, Pearl's signature that she was using her freaky mind-control magic, were not in evidence. She was just a woman, an extremely beautiful, extremely voluptuous, deeply red-skinned woman. 

And she was bound before him. The idea struck him again that he could do whatever he wanted with her. She was his to use. And why shouldn't he? Nothing could stop him from taking advantage of her. And earlier, she'd seemed to be envious of his activity with Pearl... his cock to throbbed at the thought. 

Here and now, with Granny unable to resist, he could have her however he wanted. His balls revved up like a jet engine, as he imagined mounting her, and plunging his dong down into her dewy cleavage. He'd entangle his fingers in her fantastic mane of hair and pull her head back, to force her to watch him as he pleasured himself with her body, 

giving her supple, pliant breasts the rough pounding they warranted. 

She'd be helpless to stop him from using her body to work himself up to a huge, frothy orgasm. Maybe she'd curse him and call him obscene names, brand him as a filthy lust-driven animal, until he was forced to shut her up by unloading massively onto her. So much spunk for that pretty face, enough to glue her eyes shut, to fill her filthy, lying whore mouth, painting her pretty neck with his creamy sauce, only to have the cum drip back down into her scrumptious cleavage...which he'd fuck again and again until the twin engines of his balls had at last exhausted themselves. Yes...he'd make her his fuck puppet, his cum slut, his living jizz doll... 

"I'm older than you think, you know," Granny said, breaking the silence between them. 

Jason paused. It had happened again. This place had gotten ahold of him all right, and that time he'd almost lost himself. 

Ignoring the acute rush of excitement in his balls, Jason carefully removed his hands carefully from Granny's hair, and backed away. 

"hem..." Jason said, finding his voice, desperate to get back to business, "How old are you?" 

"Quite," Granny said. "You mentioned America. I was already mature when your New World was 'discovered' by the Old." 

"But that means you'd be...hundreds of years old," Jason said. 

"We tend to be a bit longer-lived than you humans," Granny said. "A hundred years is a lifetime to your kind, while our kind don't even reach child-bearing age for half a dozen centuries." 

"Have you...um..." Jason faltered, not sure how to phrase the question, "Jesus...you know..." 

"Borne children?" Granny supplied. "Of course. I am the Grand Mother of this aerie. I have produced several offspring, including one that you know quite well." 

"Pearl," Jason said. 

"Aye," Granny said. "It has been scarcely a century since she last took her place on my lap, to take her nourishment from the breasts of her Grand Mother." 

Jason's jaw dropped open as that image came to mind. Pearl, greedy, sensual Pearl, mauling one of Granny's massive jugs, her mouth locked to Granny's nipple. Milk dribbling freely onto her own incredible rack, with Granny's cooing appreciatively... 

Jason's cock pulsed powerfully at the thought, and the ache in his balls surged. At first it was pleasurable, then almost instantly transformed into agony. 

Jason doubled over in pain and fell to the ground, clutching at his groin. 

"Ahhh!" he yelped. "What the fuck is happening to me?" 

Granny betrayed a cruel smirk. "It's the elixir," she said. "We use it on our human livestock. It serves as an orgasm accelerant, forcing the male to ejaculate." 

Another wave of pain hit Jason, causing another convulsing fit. 

"Good god...why?" Jason said, barely able to form the words through the clenching of his teeth. 

"Power," Granny said. "We derive power from the application of your seed, as you have seen. In practice, only a thimbleful is necessary to achieve the desired result. It causes the body to use up all its resources to produce semen. The male experiences a life-extinguishing orgasm, allowing us to harvest the full measure of its male essence." 

There was a brief pause in the waves of pain. Jason determined to take back control while he could. He cleared his mind and took deep breaths. He'd heard that women in childbirth were taught to do this, and hoped that the same principle applied here. 

Granny watched him with disaffected interest. "Poor thing," she said, and tutted at him. "It appears that Pearl, in her zeal, has given you far, far too much elixir." 

"No shit," Jason hissed. Then he put Granny, Pearl, and everything else, out of his mind. Breathe. Inhale, exhale. Ignore the pain. Just breathe...just breathe... 

Granny, thankfully, remained silent while he struggled to control the pain wracking his testicles. Amazingly, the pain lessened, by miniscule degrees at first, but after a minute or so, he was able to sit up again. 

He hugged his knees to keep himself from falling back over. His balls still ached, and his cock was steadfastly erect, but at least he wasn't the wreck he'd been when this latest attack started. 

"Jesus," Jason said, "That shit is deadly! Where the hell does that stuff come from?" 

Granny smiled slyly. "The source has been right before you the whole time," she said. "I'll give you two guesses." She breathed in deeply, which caused her bosom to balloon outward magnificently. 

It took Jason a second to get her meaning. When he did, his eyes went wide. "You mean...it's breast milk?" he said. "Your breast milk?" 

"The same," Granny said. "The nectar of a Grand Mother." 

"What are you, like their queen or something?" Jason said. 

Granny chuckled. "Hardly. I am simply the eldest of the Mothers, the caretakers of the hatchlings. As such, I can produce my nectar at will. Would you care to see?" 

Jason was speechless. Granny continued. 

"While the Mothers' nectar is used to nourish our hatchlings, it is also given to our human livestock, to coax them into giving us the power we crave." 

Granny eyed him significantly. "And you, my little human," she said, "you are in dire need of release. If you do not expend your seed, and soon, you will surely die. Your body will consume itself, using all of its resources in the production of male essence. It's something of a miracle you haven't expired already." 

Granny smiled cruelly, before giving her torso a shake. "Let me help you," she said. "Demon flesh is...enticing to human males, as I'm sure you are aware." 

Hungry had been how Pearl had described it. 

"I can see how much you want me," Granny said. "You can't deny it. I can feel your need. Give in to that desire, Jason. Touch me. Stroke me. Savage me. Use me. I can give you such pleasure..." 

Jason felt it then. Even without displaying the sparks in her eyes, Granny was somehow in his head. Just like Pearl had been. 

But...owing to all the unwilling practice he'd had thanks to Pearl, he was more than ready for Granny. 

"You demons are all the same," Jason said. "I know what you're up to." 

"Oh?" Granny said, feigning innocence. "And what is it that I am 'up to?'" 

"You're using your magic to try and make me do stuff," Jason said. "Don't waste your time. I'm not falling for it, so you may as well knock it off." 

Granny laughed, and Jason wasn't sure to make of that. "What's so goddamned funny?" he said. 

"You know nothing of magic," Granny said. "The binding of the Naughty Chair, it prevents me from casting spells." 

"So?" Jason said. 

"So," Granny said, "magic has nothing to do with your current predicament." 

"I don't get what you're talking ab- " Jason began, but Granny interrupted him. 

"You're thirsty," Granny said, smiling confidently. "Get yourself another drink of water and I'll explain." 

Jason was halfway to the cistern before he realized that he wasn't really thirsty at all. But something in his mind was telling him that it was a good idea to get a drink anyway. I mean, why not? He dipped the bowl into the water again, and Granny spoke. 

"You see," Granny said, "many demons have the capacity for magic. Yet very few are given training. Trade secrets and all that. Pearl is one of those, one of my most adept students, in fact. She's a mender, actually, specializing in metallurgy, but as you've seen, she has taken it upon herself to expand her repertoire." 

Jason drank his water, and confirmed that nope, he wasn't thirsty. Why was he doing this again? 

"While magic is something that can be learned," Granny continued, "each tribe of demonkind possesses abilities all their own. They are not magic, although they might appear so to Earthborn humans." 

"Yeah," Jason said, "they have wings, horns, or tails. I kinda got that already." 

"Oh, it is more than that," Granny said. "The Spines, in addition to their horns, are much more powerful physically than the other tribes. Additionally, their unique physiology allows them to generate lightning, which they can project through their horns." 

"Okay," Jason said. He set the empty bowl down on the cistern, and gripped the edge with one hand to prevent himself from approaching Granny again. He wasn't sure where this explanation was going, but he wanted to keep his distance for some reason. You know, just in case. 

"The Tails," Granny said, "and pray you don't run into them, are the current the ruling tribe. Physically, they are the weakest of the tribes, lithe and slight. But they more than make up for it with speed and agility that the other tribes cannot hope to match. In battle, they employ their tails to wield three swords simultaneously, making them quite deadly combatants. It must be noted that their minds are similarly agile, making them the cleverest of us, though this has often gotten the better of them in times past." 

Jason felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Wait," Jason said, "so the mind stuff isn't magic?" 

"Think about it," Granny said. "We spend much of our time aloft, moving in not two, but three dimensions, at great distance from each other, the wind drowning out all sound..." 

Jason remembered watching the Wings in battle, the way a group of them would wordlessly converge on a target. Then, just as wordlessly, they'd break apart, with the members joining with newly-formed groups, to converge on other Spines. 

"Of course," Granny said, "It's not much use against the other tribes. They hate us enough to be able to resist our attempts, and have their own natural mental defenses. But against unprepared humans..." 

"Ha!" Jason said. "That's where you're wrong. Like I said, I've been through this song-and-dance with Pearl a few times. I'm not gonna be your puppet." 

Granny smiled knowingly, cruelly. "There is a technique for getting people to do what you want, called 'tasking'," she said. "Are you familiar with it?" 

Jason shook his head no. He was getting that sinking feeling again. 

"The theory behind tasking is simple," Granny said. "It begins with the tasker making some small favor of the taskee. It could be a slightly personal question, or perhaps a minor request. The kind of thing that most people would not balk at doing, or they might be naturally inclined to do on their own. If the taskee consents, this lets the tasker know that the taskee is open to suggestion. 

"Additionally, and this is important, it establishes a relationship, a trust, between the two. An experienced tasker can, over the course of many tasks, expand this little trust into a big one, with increasing rewards, all without the taskee knowing that he is being manipulated." 

"What, like convincing a total stranger to give them your car just by asking nicely?" Jason said. "That can't possibly work." 

"Oh, but it does work," Granny said. "Humans employ tasking all the time. No doubt you have been tasked by the people in your life, without even realizing it. Employers, friends, mates...they all ask for favors. Unless there is a pressing reason to do otherwise, once the trust is established, you would not refuse. Refusal would feel like a betrayal of that trust, and no one wants to betray one that one thinks of as a friend." 

"That's ridiculous," Jason said, but he could hear the defensiveness in his own voice. 

"Just think about it," Granny said, "and you'll realize I'm right." 

Now that she had started him down this path, he couldn't help thinking of how Percy "One Love" had effectively stolen his truck the other night. Long before, he had talked Jason into packing up their gear after shows, under the guise of making himself useful. The implication was that, as a lowly drummer, he had to do more to pull his weight with the band. For Jason's part, he would rather be responsible for safely moving his kit, instead of trusting the clowns in his band to do it. So that by the time that Percy had stolen his tidily-packed truck on the night of the show to fuck some groupie, his reaction wasn't to call the police, it was to simply accept it, and deal with the consequences later. 

And what about work? His boss, Chad, had talked him into working past his shift on many occasions, sometimes even filling in for jobs that weren't his own. Sure, there was the extra money that he made, but how much of it was simply because his boss was good at tasking? 

And Kristin? Did she do it too? Had she created in him increasing expectations, just because he'd done something before, and refusing after the first time would feel like betrayal. 

"There," Granny said. "Once you see it, it's rather hard to un-see, isn't it? The people around you, all of them getting you to do what they want, while making you think it was your idea. How many puppeteers are pulling at your strings, human?" 

Granny was right. He was surrounded by users, gently but deliberately having their way with him, while he - 

You idiot, a voice inside himself said, That's what she wants you to think! Don't fall for it! 

"Okay," Jason said, "but what you're describing takes weeks, months maybe, before you could make someone really go out of their way." 

"For humans, who are only able to use their words and their gestures, certainly," Granny said. "But not so for demonkind. Not so for we Wings, with our ability to read and control minds. For us, the path can be rapid, and much more direct." 

"So what?" Jason said. "Just telling me means you've tipped your hand. If I know it's happening, I can just say no. It won't work on me." 

"But it already has," Granny said. "I asked for water, and you brought me water. Twice. I asked you to part my hair, and you did. You didn't have to do any of those things, and yet did them anyway. You have empathized with me. You have trusted me. You even like me, after a fashion. And you have, in your mind, ravished my body. I know what you like...what you want. Step by step, I have established a relationship with you, and through that relationship I have learned the tenor of your mind. You haven't realized it yet, but you are already in my thrall." 

"Bullshit," Jason said. "You don't control me." 

"Have another drink of water," Granny said. 

Jason had already dipped his bowl into the cistern before considering the possibility that he wasn't thirsty. He had sucked down half the water before it occurred to him to stop. Which he didn't. 

"Now, toss the bowl out the window," Granny said. 

In a flash, the bowl was airborne and then out of sight. Jason hadn't intended to throw the bowl, but he had done it anyway. He turned to face Granny, glaring hate. 

"You see?" Granny said. "Our dear Pearl, by focusing on her magical side, has neglected practicing her tribal telepathic abilities. She lacks the subtlety that comes with experience. I, on the other hand, have had millennia to hone my craft." 

Despite Granny's control, there was still a small, stubborn piece of him that resisted her. 

"You can't control me forever," Jason said. "I can fight back." 

"In time, perhaps," Granny said. "But I only need your obedience for the next few minutes. You'll do whatever I say until then, won't you dear?" 

Jason found himself nodding and saying "Yes" without having consciously thought about it. He could feel the tendrils of Granny's mind inside his. Her thoughts coiled around his own like the serpents on a caduceus. The part of himself that wanted to resist was still there, but he couldn't make that part rise against the hold that Granny had on him. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he was well and truly bound to her. 

"Wonderful," Granny said, "Now, if you wouldn't mind, be so kind as to fetch my sword? It's right outside the door." 

Jason felt his body obey. He walked to the heavy wooden door, still ajar, and, using all the strength he could muster, shoved it fully open. 

He peered outside into a torchlit hallway, made of the same stone as the barracks chamber. Immediately, he spied Granny's sword where it stood leaning against the wall. It was six feet of bad news, easily as long as he was tall. 

The blade was sheathed in a leather scabbard, but the hilt was visible. The grip was ridged, and inlaid with glinting black stones. The guard looked to be made of polished bone, intricately carved into the shape of outstretched bat wings. 

Jason put his hands on the grip and, rather than attempting to lift the sword, pulled it into the barracks chamber, dragging the tip along the stone floor. 

He had a passing worry that Granny might mind that he inadvertently added a few scuffs to her scabbard. And then he chastised himself for giving a fuck about Granny's feelings. Oh, she had a deep hold on him, alright. 

"I actually had a suspicion of what I might find, so I intentionally left my steel outside," Granny mused as Jason reentered the chamber. "Disagreements between us demons can become heated and, well... even my reasonable nature can succumb to passion. Unsheathe the sword, please." 

Due to the size of the weapon, Jason was unsure how to do this at first. But then he laid the sword down on the floor, held the scabbard down with one foot, and pulled horizontally on the hilt with both hands. It worked, and with a metallic slither, the sword came free, to rest on the stone. 

"Careful," Granny warned, her attention more on the gleaming steel more than Jason. "I forged that blade myself, centuries ago. In addition to its anti-magical properties, it is also absurdly sharp. A seemingly innocuous nick could easily sever something ... precious to you." 

"Yes, Granny," Jason said dumbly. Anti-magical? 

"Do you know how to wield a sword, Jason dear?" Granny said. 

"No, Granny," Jason said. 




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"You needn't know much," Granny said. "Just keep your feet steady, and with both hands on the hilt, lift it straight up. Only the hilt, mind you. Don't touch the blade at all." 

Jason grasped the hilt in both hands, and gingerly lifted. He was surprised. Despite the length of the sword, and the breadth of the blade, it raised straight up, remaining horizontal. 

"Very good, Jason!" Granny said, and Jason felt a warm frisson of pride spread across his cheeks. 

"Now," Granny said, "I'd like you to walk toward me. Can you do that?" 

"Yes, Granny," Jason said. 

Jason turned toward Granny. Or rather, he tried to. The sword, which had previously seemed lighter than it looked, now resisted movement. It reminded him of a gyroscope, the way that you could lift it up and down easily, but rotating it on one of its axes was significantly more difficult. Yet, with some effort, Jason managed to angle the sword properly, and approached Granny, blade-first. 

When he was close enough, Granny said, "Stop." Jason stopped. 

"Now, this is important," Granny cautioned, "Please touch the blade to the restraint around my right wrist. Do not touch me, only the binding. Can you do that, Jason?" 

"Yes, Granny," Jason said. 

"Good," Granny said, "Now...touch the blade." 

Jason delicately touched the tip of the blade to the sizzling pink energy surrounding Granny's wrist. There was a sharp crack... 

Next thing Jason knew, he was on his ass, sliding backward along the stone floor. Ouch. Then his motion was halted when he slammed into the far wall. Double ouch. Whacked his head against the wall an instant later, right in his sore spot. Ouch ouch OUCH. 

Jason's vision went hazy for a few seconds. When he was able to see again, he saw that Granny was still sitting as she had been in the Naughty Chair, with one crucial difference: her right arm was free, and in her hand she held the sword. By the blade. 

Granny touched the blade to her other wrist, and, after another sonic boom, that arm was also free. Methodically, she set about neutralizing the other restraints. Crack, crack, crack, boom, boom, boom, and the restraints around the rest of her were gone and Jason's ears were ringing. 

Granny stood up from the chair and grasped the blade properly, by the hilt. She's a lefty, Jason thought absent-mindedly, probably why she had me do the right wrist first, in case I messed up. And then it occurred to him that he had more important concerns than which hand Granny wrote her name with. 

Granny stretched out her wings, giving them a test flap. "I can't tell you how good it feels to be free again," she said. "I suppose I should thank you." 

"It's my pleasure," Jason said. He was dismayed by his reaction. He'd hoped that the shock of being thrown across the room might have broken Granny's control. His arms tingled, his butt was sore, his back smarted from hitting the wall, and his balls still ached for release, but he found that he was still under Granny's influence. 

Granny approached Jason, stopping briefly to pick up the discarded scabbard and sheath the blade into it. Staring intently at Jason the whole time, she inserted the scabbard into a loop in the waist of her skirt, and stopped right before him. Then she walked right up to Jason, looming over him like a skyscraper. 

"Wow," Jason mumbled stupidly, "you're even bigger close up." 

Granny gave him a sympathetic smile. "You poor wretch," she said. "You have so little time left, you know that don't you?" 

Jason nodded dumbly again. Yep, he was in real trouble now. 

"The elixir is driving your desire to heights you have never experienced," Granny said. "To such a sexual peak, your body will die if you don't come soon." 

Jason had little doubt she was telling the truth. He'd have a heart attack or something if he tried to hold in his massive load for much longer. 

"It's such a shame," she said, with a wicked grin, "that you can't come." 

"What?" Jason said. 

"Just that," replied Granny with a sadistic grin. "You won't be able to come, unless I give you permission." 

And just like that, Jason couldn't come. He still had the rock-hard desire, and the aching need. He wanted so badly to spurt his jizz, onto this tower of a woman if he could manage it, but deep down inside, he knew he couldn't. Damn Granny and her freaky mind powers! 

Granny leaned down and looped an arm around his midsection. She lifted him up, and cradled him to her. He felt like a baby, naked, his skin pressed to her naked midriff, his face pressed to the shelf of her massive, leather-clad bosom. 

"Pearl will be returning soon, I suspect," Granny said. "And I wager that she will be quite angry when she discovers that you have expired." 

She placed her palm on Jason's nutsack, and began to massage. The warmth of her touch spurred his balls into even greater vigor. 

"You have no idea," Granny said, "how many human males have ejaculated themselves to oblivion at my touch. Pearl, for all her cleverness, is an amateur at the art of making men come. Shall I show you how it is done properly?" 

Before Jason could even think about a response, Granny spread her wings. She took to the air with a powerful wingbeat, and just as swiftly, they were aloft, out the window, and into the great pink sky beyond. 

The world was a blur for a few seconds as they flew, and then Granny came to an abrupt halt. Against his better judgment, Jason hazarded a look down. Sure enough, they were high up. Very, very high up. The combatants below were tiny, barely recognizable as individuals, specks that scattered and regrouped like pepper grains floating on water. The aerie, as big as it was, appeared only as a gray upright spire on the barren landscape. 

Granny leaned in close to his ear, so that she could make herself heard over the wind that rushed past his ears. 

"There," she said, "No distractions, no interruptions. The perfect venue for the final, greatest pleasure of your little life." 

Using her free hand, Granny began to work him good. She alternated between slow, firm strokes of his cock, and expert squeezes of his balls. The air was cold up here, but Granny's hand was warm. Hell, her whole body was warm. She radiated heat, enough to warm his naked body against the chill of this rarified atmosphere. 

The effect was incredible. Alone in the air, Granny held him securely with one arm, her demon heat kept him warm, and she tended to his cock with her other hand, keeping him hard and right on the edge. Jason felt the pressure building, felt like he could blow any second. He longed to succumb to that feeling, but Granny's command prevented him. 

"Please, Granny," Jason whimpered against the wind, "please let me come..." 

"Mmmm," Granny breathed dreamily into his ear, ignoring his plea, "Purleen will be furious. I will need some protection of my own." 

Granny stopped stroking him, and shifted him around on her body, so that she was supporting his butt in crook of her arms, holding onto his back so that he was straddling her stomach. His cock, having been expertly rendered so hard, thrust easily into the gap beneath her vest, penetrating the underside of her cleavage. 

"But don't you worry, Jason," Granny said, "Pearl's stolen elixir, and her pet human, will not have been wasted." 

Granny's breasts formed a warm, delicious sheath for his cock. They weren't as firm as Pearl's, nor as large, but the vest compressed them tightly around his dick. Each beat of her wings caused her breasts to squeeze mightily around his penis, sending thrilling waves of pleasure that were distinctly different from any tit fuck he'd ever experienced. 

Jason's body instinctively picked up on the rhythm, and he matched each succulent wingbeat-squeeze with a hip-thrust upward. He fucked Granny's tits with a drummer's intensity, with a drummer's focus, keeping the beat as if his life depended on it, hungry for the rhythm, desperate for it to never end. 

Granny watched him intently, staring into him with her yellow flames dancing in her eyes. When she spoke, the sound seemed to come from both her mouth and inside Jason's own mind. 

"Yes...even without looking into your mind," Granny said, "I knew what you wanted, how desperately you wanted it. And who could blame you? Look at these beauties." 

Jason was mesmerized by the sight the exposed tops of Granny's breasts, at the way they bulged out from the top of her vest as she beat her wings against the air. He gazed in lusty amazement as they quivered with each thrust of his engulfed member. 

"Mmm," Granny sighed, "my skin is so dry. I know you can't come, you poor thing, but how about a little lubrication...?" 

At her suggestion, Jason felt pre-cum oozing from his tip, the warm flow of jism moistening her cleavage, slicking the way for his cock. His cock slid through Granny's now-lubricated flesh tunnel, the entire length of him surrounded by the most delectable sensations of tit-fucking he'd ever known. 

And he couldn't come. Despite all his thrusting, all the heat, all the need he felt, that desire to drown her in waves of pent-up jizzmatic fury, her command prevented him. 

It was taking a toll on his body. His heart pumped like a pneumatic hammer. The rush of blood in his ears drowned out even the sound of the wind, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he could feel it wicking away in the cold air. His mind was raced with a million thoughts every second. He kept willing himself to come, to empty his aching balls between the hot, moist valley of Granny's enormous, jiggling rack, but it wouldn't happen. 

"I'm quite proud of my breasts," Granny teased. "In both milking and fucking, they have never failed to excel. What do you think, love? Is all that pre-cum you're smearing into my bosom a sign of approval? Are Granny's large, lovely boobies going to make you blow your load?" 

Jason barely heard her. He was all cock, and that cock was lost in the finest, most exquisite breast-fucking experience it had ever known. Slick and warm in between her pillowy softness, his hard dick plowed brutishly through Granny's seductive tit valley. 

"That's a good boy," Granny said, both out loud and in his mind. "Get that cock nice and hard, build up a big load of come for Granny." She chuckled, the motion causing her voluminous breasts to buffet his cock even more scrumptiously. 

"The milk from my breasts is responsible for your current condition," Granny said. "It seems only fair, don't you think, that you repay my bounty with yours?" 

Jason gasped, trying for all he was worth to give her his "bounty". With Granny's incredible tits quivering right before his eyes, and his cock so thoroughly engulfed in the insistent valley of her cleavage, he wanted so desperately to repay her bounty, if only she'd let him. 

"You poor wretch," Granny said. "I know how much you want it. Feel it. Savor it. Indulge yourself. There you go... you're so hard ... so full of hot spunk ... fuck my tits, baby ... thrust your hard piston of a cock between my beautiful breasts ... now ... now ... come for me!" 

At her word, Jason's cock erupted. He felt himself gushing torrents of cum, his balls overdriven by elixir and desire. His body spasmed as he felt warm semen pumping out of him and into the abundant valley of Granny's heavenly cleavage. 

With his cock so thoroughly trapped, Jason's cum oozed rather than shot upward, welling up into the "V" formed by Granny's compressed breasts. He had no idea how much he came, but the amount felt endless, and he watched in fascination as wave after wave of fresh jizz spread across Granny's breasts, making them glisten, awash in a warm, sticky sheen of his making. 

Granny sighed indulgently as Jason spurted onto her for a full minute. He felt his balls straining to make more cum, more cum for the demon. The sensation he'd felt during his first encounter with Pearl, the draining sensation, returned. There was no doubt about it: he was coming not just semen, but soul-stuff. And it felt so good. Even if he'd had a choice in the matter, Jason didn't think he'd stop. The sensation of Granny's slickery breasts caressing his dick, and the lewd sight of her cum-glazed jugs, compelled his body to come, come, come for the demon, and he was driven by desire to do so. 

Giving one final mighty spurt that he could feel throughout his whole body, Jason pumped his last. Granny's breasts were now so covered with his semen that it coated her vest, and dripped from her bosom and back onto his thighs. 

There was still the eager aching in his balls, but it had lessened now, no longer painful. He felt drained inside...diminished. Like he'd lost something vital. Life-essence. 

But it didn't matter. He captivated by the wondrous vision that was Granny. By her lovely locks, being whipped around by the wind, by her bat wings beating steadily behind her, the crimson of her skin against the pale rose color of the sky. By the expression on her regal face, triumphant but hungry, seductive and terrible, her black eyes sparking more fiercely than ever. He'd come for her again, just as hard and twice as much, giving her everything, at her merest suggestion. 

It was right then, at that moment of purest ecstasy, that Granny let him go. 

* * * 

It was a long way down. Jason had heard stories of suicide survivors, how they'd freaked out after they'd jumped, realizing their mistake too late. 

Instead Jason felt oddly at peace. As he tumbled groundward, he scarcely had the desire to contemplate the blur of pink sky, orange earth, and gray stone. The wind rushed loudly past his ears, drowning out all other sounds. Yet in the midst of all that, Jason was a bubble of calm, awaiting his inevitable end. Wouldn't be long now. 

Something wrapped around Jason's ankles. An instant later, he was jerked to a halt. 

No longer spinning, his vision stabilized. To his surprise, he saw the face of a woman, even with his. Red skin. Horns. 

Terrified, Jason screamed. So did the Spine, only her scream was one of palpable rage. This made Jason scream even more. 

The demon was armless, her limbs sliced cleanly off below her shoulders. One of her legs was missing, too. Her other leg remained, and it was by her remaining ankle that Jason's fortuitous savior held her. 

It was Pearl, of course. She smiled crazily down at him. "Hello, stranger!" she said, with a maniacal exuberance in her voice that chilled him more than the cold wind. "Hold on, gotta take care of a few things!" 

Jason was treated to a (quite literal) whirlwind tour of the battle. They dipped low over the landscape, dodging bolts of lightning and upraised swords. Pearl's own sword swung out, and the heads of a dozen Spines were cleaved from their bodies. She ascended rapidly and, with an insane fit of laughter, aimed her sword downward. White light and booming thunder shot forth from the sword, to burn a score of Spines right down to scorched bones. A heartbeat later, and they were skimming over the ground again, and Pearl used the mangled Spine in her grasp as a club, knocking aside tens of Spines that had fortified themselves, clearing a path for her fellow Wings to occupy. 

Then she flew upward. Although stunned after witnessing Pearl in action firsthand, Jason recognized that they were flying alongside the outer wall of the aerie. 

Pearl paused in her ascent, and then with a jerk of her tail, flung Jason inside. 

An instant later, Jason landed back in the barracks, the very place he had just vacated with extreme prejudice. He rolled a few times and skidded to a stop. 

From his prone position, he was able to see a very astonished Granny, who had apparently returned here, glaring wide-eyed at him. 

"What-" was as far as Granny got, before the maimed Spine came shooting into the room. She collided with Granny, sending them both careening into the far wall. 

Jason turned his head toward the window, just in time to see Pearl make her entrance. Pearl floated grandly in, still clad in her golden armor, her wings spread, exultant laughter on her lips. 

"Hello, Granny," Pearl said, while Granny struggled to extricate herself from the mangled Spine. 

"I brought you a present!" Pearl said brightly. "She's missing a few pieces, but I figured since you missed the big fun, you deserved a souvenir." 

"Pearl..." Granny began warningly. 

"And look what else I found!" Pearl said. She cocked her head toward Jason, and then her expression darkened. "You should really take better care with your toys, Granny. Especially when they're mine." 

Granny was in no mood to play. She unsheathed and readied her blade, giving the air a few test slices with it. Jason noted, with a twinge of masculine embarrassment, that she wielded it far more easily and expertly than he had. 

"No more games, Purleen," Granny said sternly, "No more quarter." 

"That's fine," Pearl said. "Did you see me out there? I've surpassed anything you could ever teach me, anyway." She held her own ridiculously oversized sword before her. "How I'm going to enjoy carving...you...up!" 

The Spine, forgotten and mostly limbless, lamely attempted to kick her way toward Granny, who was closest to her, hurling a stream of insults all the while. 

"By the three, I will gore your hearts! Roast you and feast on your blackened skulls! Drink your blood and vomit down your neck! The Grand Spine will use your intestines to decorate her halls..." and so on. 

Without taking her eyes off of Pearl, Granny said, "You can slice all you like. But you know as well as I do that there is only one cut that truly counts." 

With that, Granny lifted her bare foot, and brought it smashing down onto the head of the still-yowling Spine. The Spine's head exploded, mid-insult, into bone-splintered jelly, and the room became eerily silent. 

"I've taken soooo many heads today," Pearl said with a nonchalant shrug, "what's one more?" 

Pearl's golden armor flickered once, twice, and then disappeared altogether. "Gotta focus," she said, tossing a wink at Jason. "Otherwise the old bat's liable to get me." 

He noticed however, that her skin was still patched in gold, indicating that her sex-battle ardor was aroused. 

"We're clear, then," Granny replied evenly. "Your head or mine. Ready?" 

"Bring it," Pearl said. 

They rushed at each other. Jason, still reeling from the sight of the pulped demon head, barely managed to scamper out of their way. He backed all the way up to the wall, glad that it wasn't the one with the window. The way shit was turning out, he might have taken the express elevator down of his own volition, just to escape the horror of this place. 

The clashing of swords filled the chamber as Pearl and Granny fought: the ring of steel from Granny and her enchanted blade, and heavy, mirthless chonks from Pearl's magical construct. 

There were no attempts to use magic this time around, nor any aerial stunts. Jason wasn't a swordfighter, so he had no way of knowing if this was due to some demon custom, or if there was a valid strategic reason to keep it on the level, but it looked like this battle was to be decided by swordplay alone. 

Jason noticed their fighting styles hadn't changed much from the previous battle. Pearl fought with strength, while Granny fought with skill. In this context, however, Granny clearly had the advantage. She fought with a precision and a graceful élan that Pearl struggled to match. Granny parried Pearl's clumsy thrusts, deflected her sweeping strikes, and struck with such speed and certitude that Pearl looked downright foolish in her attempts to evade her. Pearl fought like a rage-fueled bully, while Granny studied her like a scientist, waiting for just the right moment to strike. 




Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 03



Watching them, Jason felt his cock stir yet again. Good god, What's wrong with you? Not now! he thought. But it was undeniable: watching these two fight turned him on, even while he was repulsed by the violence. Though both demons had tried to murder him more than once, and even though he had ejaculated so recently, he passion was recharged by their sight of their duel. 

In his mind's eye, he could already see himself rewarding the victor with a gushing flood of jism. Both had made him come so generously, pleasuring his cock with their magnificent breasts, he longed to let the eventual winner milk him until he had spent of every last drop that he could spurt, even at the cost of his life. 

There was a sharp cry from Pearl, and the fight came to an abrupt halt. Viewing them side-on, Jason could see that Granny had somehow managed to impale Pearl. Granny's blade protruded from the middle of Pearl's back, right below her left shoulder blade. 

For a second, Pearl was silent, transfixed by the blade of Granny's sword. The only sound in the room was a soft grunt from Pearl. 

"Ouch," Pearl said, either not comprehending what had happened, or refusing to believe it. 

Granny jerked her sword sideways. The blade came free, slicing through Pearl's torso, cutting through one of her magnificent breasts. It also severed one of Pearl's wings and, more damning, her sword arm was cut off just above the elbow. The sword instantly disappeared. 

Not wasting a moment, Granny reversed her swing, aiming a flat arc directly at Pearl's throat. 

But instead of decapitating Pearl, the sword clanged to a stop where it connected with her neck. 

Granny betrayed a moment of confusion, and swung again. Another clang. No effect. 

Pearl began to laugh now, a throaty, sinister laugh. The sound chilled Jason to the bone, and seemed to also have a similar effect on Granny. Even so, Granny attempted another swing of her sword. 

Pearl caught the blade mid-swing, in her off-hand. She then jerked the sword out of Granny's grip, and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder, where it clanged sonorously to the floor some distance away. 

"You got lucky," Pearl said. "You struck me in the one place not blessed by the human's seed." 

"Not luck, Pearl," Granny said. "Skill. A thing in which you are severely lacking." Granny was trying to put on a brave face, but Jason could hear the fear in her voice. He wondered what could spook this dangerous woman so, when he realized, with dawning horror, that Pearl's newly-grown horns were crackling with electricity. 

"Do you see now?" Pearl said. "Do you see the secret I've discovered? The seed of the Earthborn makes our bodies golden. And where we are golden, we cannot be hurt." 

The electricity gathered into a halo of blinding brilliance, coursing along Pearl's horns, bathing her head in a corona of light. 

"My human has anointed me with so much of his seed, even your enchanted blade can no longer pierce my skin where it fell." Pearl said. "This is the gift that I would have brought to you, to all of the Wings, had you not gotten in my way." 

Now it was Granny's turn to stand dumbfounded and speechless, as she watched Pearl's power grow. 

"But you ruined it," Pearl said softly. 

Lightning arced from Pearl's horns, and Granny was engulfed in crackling blue energy. Granny's body rose from the ground, and she began to convulse. 

Pearl poured more lightning into her. Granny's body began to smoke. Her hair and clothes smoldered, and then caught fire. Disturbingly, her eyeballs popped. Gone were the obsidian orbs, leaving behind hollow eye sockets and black fluid that streamed down her cheeks. 

"YOU RUINED IT!" Pearl yelled. 

Fires appeared along Granny's wings, and her red skin charred to black. Where once had been a strong, healthy, and statuesque demon, there was now only so much humanoid jerky, sizzling in electric fire. 

"YOU RUINED IT!" Pearl screamed again. She really poured it on now, and Granny became a bonfire. Jason shielded his eyes against the blaze, but could no longer make out the shape of Granny burning inside it. 

A few seconds later, Pearl cut off the juice. The flames went out, and Granny's barely-recognizable corpse fell in a smoldering heap to the floor. 

Jason was repulsed, disgusted...and furiously, rampantly erect at the abhorrent sight. He felt something inside him, something awful, something that delighted in such inhumanity, grow strong and begin to take over his mind. 

Jason spoke. "Pearl," he said. 

Pearl abruptly turned to face him. Her face looked sallow and she was breathing heavily. Thick, dark red fluid oozed from her wounds, seeping slowly down her torso. One of her magnificent breasts, as well as her entire left side, had been sliced open. She was missing an arm, and the stump of her missing wing twitched. She was a gory mess. 

Jason needed to fuck her. He had to have her, to punish her. He needed to fuck her until her body was as ruined as Granny's. 

Wordlessly, Pearl stalked toward him. Jason stood, his weariness and terror forgotten. They kept their eyes locked on each other, until they stood face to face. 

Pearl was battered, but victorious. Jason was in agony, body, mind, and soul, and hungry for her. He hungered to share his agony with her. 

From the crazed expression on her face, Pearl seemed to want the same thing of Jason. She wanted to fuck him, to exhaust him, to destroy him. I know what you want, her face seemed to say, and I'm going to give you more than you can handle. 

For a moment, Jason flashed back to his first meeting with Kristin. The way they had fucked each other so violently, so needingly, without a word passing between them. They had just known, the same way it was now with Pearl. 

Who knows how many forays our little Purleen has made to your world? Granny had said. Under different guises, so as to not arouse suspicion. 

A truly ridiculous thought occurred to Jason, but it was cast aside as Pearl put her arm around his back, the heat of her touch exciting the animal lust inside him. 

Jason reached out to cup Pearl's damaged breast. He smeared the blood that oozed from where it was cut open. Pearl eyed him yearningly, eager for his touch. 

Jason slid three fingers into her wound. Pearl squealed in agony, but otherwise didn't move, letting Jason do as he wished. He felt her breast from the inside, even warmer than he would have believed possible, and the soft, slippery, squish of her breast tissue against his fingertips further inflamed his desire. 

Jason withdrew his fingers, now covered in viscous blood of a red so deep as to appear black, and then put one to his lips, to taste her. It didn't have the metallic tang of human blood that he expected. It was more like the rich, musky flavor of venison. 

Jason offered his bloodied fingers to Pearl, and she sucked on them languorously, moaning and sighing as her tongue swirled around his fingers, greedily licking them clean. Jason was so turned on he could barely speak, but he did anyway. 

"You saved me," he said. 

Pearl released his fingers, and rubbed his hand along her cheek, and then let him caress the flawless skin of her throat. 

"You saved me," Pearl said. "Your blessing, it saved me." 

Jason kissed her. It started gently, and then turned crazy. He feasted on her lips, licking and then biting them. Pearl grabbed the back of his head and pressed him into her. Jason stuck his tongue into her mouth and began dueling with hers. Her mouth tasted of her own breast-blood. 

Jason abruptly broke the kiss. "But you're an evil, evil girl," he said. "And for what you've done, you need to hurt." 

Before Pearl could respond, Jason reached up under her armpits, and then upward to hold her by her shoulders. Although obviously in some pain, she winced only slightly at first, unwilling to break their embrace. Pearl's breasts smooshed into his chest as they held each other close and tight, making the tops of them balloon upward to just under their chins, smearing her black blood across the both of them. 

Jason's dick pressed into Pearl's crotch, luxuriating in the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The tangle of her pubic hairs tickled his shaft, which throbbed for attention. Pearl was already soaked down there, juicy and wet in anticipation of his hard, hungry cock. 

Letting the animal in him run free, Jason released her shoulders and grasped her by the base of her wings. Even though one wing was only a bloodied stump, he pulled down on them anyway, using them as handles to bend her further backwards so that she was staring up at him. Pearl's lips parted and she squealed in pain. The tip of Jason's cock was poised at the entrance of Pearl's sopping cunt. 

Jason jerked her wings sharply downward, and Pearl fell on her back to the floor. Before she could so much as gasp, Jason was on top of her. He threw her legs over his shoulders and shoved his cock into her slit, penetrating her fully to the hilt with one mighty thrust. 

They both cried out, from the shock and the indescribable pleasure of copulating at last. Pearl's ardor was in full swing now, her entire upper body golden from desire. 

Jason pumped vigorously into Pearl, rocking her entire body with each forceful thrust. Her breasts quaked massively before his eyes. His nutsack smacked loudly, bouncing against the plush curves of her generous ass cheeks, and Jason could feel his testicles churning excitedly, in heated overdrive, churning out more jism for Pearl, all for Pearl. 

Almost instantly, he wanted to come, really, really wanted to come. Under normal circumstances he certainly would have. But Granny, even in death, still held sway over his mind. Despite the urge to blow his load inside Pearl, he couldn't. 

And part of him said Good. This bitch has not yet begun to pay. 

He used one arm to hold one of her legs, and the other to yank the stump of her severed arm, pulling her into him for each thunderous thrust. He wanted her to really feel it, all the pleasure and all the pain, the sensations intermingled and indistinguishable from each other. 

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Jason said. "Is that what you want?" 

Pearl moaned her vacillations. "ahh...yes...no...YES!..." 

"You awful...horrible...thing!" Jason said, punctuating his words by slamming his cock into Pearl. "All you do is murder...and deceive...and cause pain...how does it feel!" 

"HURTS!" Pearl screamed. "FUCK...it HURTS!" 

Jason pulled harder on her arm stump, twisting it as he did so. He clamped down on her throat with his other hand, putting almost his full weight on her. 

"Not...enough!" Jason said. 

"Never...enough!" Pearl croaked. "Hurt me more!" 

Jason obliged. He gave Pearl's pussy a rough, graceless fucking, all the while continuing to abuse her. He dug his fingernails into the exposed part of her stump, yanked her hair so hard her head craned into unnatural angles, pulled on the nipple of her split breast so violently it oozed fresh, wine-dark ichor, pushed her legs apart into splits even gymnasts wouldn't attempt, punched her in her throat and her belly, twisted her wing-stump so that it jabbed into her back...anything he could think of to give her the hurting that she deserved, the pain that she begged for. 

Pearl lost herself to her angerlust, and this time Jason knew she wasn't faking. He could see it in the wonton look on her face. He could feel it in the way her vaginal muscles clutched his cock, squeezing him, caressing him, surrendering herself to Jason's forceful, pounding assault. She radiated demonic sexual heat, and her body gleamed, bright and golden. 

Jason wanted to come, but Granny's mental command wouldn't let him. This fueled his anger at Pearl, and urged him to be more despicable to her. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, if he could hurt Pearl enough, if he could join in the soul of this world and dominate her so brutally and so thoroughly, he could break Granny's edict. 

And if not, he was lost anyway, so may as well go for broke. 

With Pearl writhing under him and his physical and sexual assault, mewling one moment and sobbing the next, Jason thought again of Kristin. Of her mood swings, and how she could go from tender to playful to violent with little provocation. Coy and girly one minute, raw and primal the next. How could both women be so similar in temperament, unless... 

Pearl suddenly squealed, and her pussy CLENCHED around Jason's cock. Under him, her whole body quaked, in the throes of a powerful orgasm. It actually hurt, but he didn't stop. Jason grunted through the pain, and kept thrusting into her like never before. He pumped into her even harder, letting her know that he was in control, making her experience the full force of his lust and pain. 

Tears of shame streamed down Pearl's cheeks, the shame of allowing a mere human to disrespect her so brutally and so severely that she came, but she continued to fuck him, wanting ever more. 

"Yes, fuck, yes...fuck, yes..." she sobbed through gritted teeth, orgasming continuously as Jason banged away inside her. "Uh fuck YES!" 

Jason pulled harder on her stump, and buried himself deeper into the juicy folds of her spamming, muscular box. He grunted like a beast, fucking her hard enough make them inch along the floor from the force of their rutting. 

Pearl's pussy clenched his cock over and over, until Jason lost count of how many orgasms she must have had. He felt his own orgasm building to a crescendo. My god, if he came, it was going to be like a goddamn volcano. 

"I've been so bad, Jason," Pearl said. "I'm all wrong ... make me pure, baby ... come inside me ... give me your blessing ... your seed ... make me golden ... inside ... as well as out!" 

That was it. Jason was going to come. Somehow, Pearl had helped him break through Granny's command. Jason filled his lungs with air, gathering himself for a truly massive release. He felt the pre-cum leaking out of him in advance of his imminent eruption. Golden... powerful... male essence... for Kristin... for Pearl... 

"Oh, Jason," Pearl said, "I love you love you love you love you..." 

"God, Pearl..." Jason said. His cock was battered and rubbed nearly raw, and his balls were on fire, ready at last to spurt their tremendous load into his demon lover, his fuck-toy, his master, his slave, his sexual tormenter. His Pearl. 

"Pearl, I love-" 

A leathery arm grabbed Jason around his chest. Before he could react, he was lifted him up and away. 

He roared "NO!" as the arm pulled him backward, his heels dragging across the floor. 

Insensate to anything except the knowledge that he was no longer fucking Pearl, Jason watched Pearl's retreating form, as she stared in mute surprise at the loss of him, snatched so cruelly away at the worst possible moment. 

Jason looked up, and saw that his abductor was, as he had dimly suspected, Granny. Not dead after all, but much worse for the wear. Although she still bore char marks over much of her body, she had somehow managed to restore much of herself. 

She glared wrathfully down at Jason. "Your generous 'blessing', human," she spat. "Thanks to you I was able to heal myself, with enough power left over for this!" 

Granny flung him backward. Jason expected to hit a wall, or go sailing through the window. Instead, he felt a full-body tingle, and then passed through some sort of threshold. 

He watched as Pearl belatedly sprang to her feet and launched herself after him, her outstretched hand reaching for him. 

But Pearl was too slow, too far away, and too late. The chamber containing Granny and Pearl seemed to shrink and disappear, replaced by a tunnel limned in cold blue flames. For a long moment, Jason had the simultaneous, conflicting sensations of motionlessness and great velocity. 

And then Jason landed hard on something soft. A mattress. A bed. His bed. He was back in his apartment. 

After a couple of mighty bounces that tested the strength of his bed frame and box spring to their limits, Jason came to rest. 

He was naked, covered in blood, sweat, grime, and various bodily fluids. He was also relentlessly erect, and his balls were on fire, with the worst case of coitus interruptus in human history. 

The room was dark and quiet. Night. Already? How long had he been gone? Despite all that had happened, it had only felt like an hour, maybe two, that he had been in Tarterus. Now, he was no longer sure. Was it still even the same day? 

Before Jason could do anything so mundane as check the time, a line of crackling blue flame appeared in the air above him, bathing the room in azure light. 

Purely on instinct, Jason rolled off the bed and scampered to his bedroom door. Backed up against the door, he watched the line of fire widen into a circle of blue flame. 

Granny and Pearl fell out of the circle, together, grappling with each other. They landed on his bed. The frame, already abused by his own landing, shattered with an obscenely loud crack. 

The demon women bounced and separated from each other, rolling off the bed as he had done. To Jason's dismay, Granny ended up closer to him, while Pearl was on the opposite side of the smashed bed. 

Granny stood and glanced at Jason, before addressing Pearl. Although still scorched in several places, Jason had to admit that she looked even less leathery now than she had when she had tossed him through the portal. 

"Child!" Granny shouted. "You take this too far! End this foolishness!" 

Pearl launched herself at Granny. She snarled, her face twisted in blind rage. Pearl's intact arm was extended, her hand like a claw, aimed at Granny's throat. 

Pearl bowled into Granny, knocking her backward, clean over where Jason crouched. The force carried both women into the door, and then through it, reducing the hollow wooden door to splinters. 

They made a deep crater in the sheetrock of the hallway beyond. Granny shoved Pearl off of her, down the hallway and in the direction of Telly's room. Granny then sprinted the other way, toward the living room. 

Jason watched a vengeful Pearl give chase, following Granny up the short hallway. Then, ignoring every sane instinct he possessed, he stood up, and lumbered after them. 

He stood behind the single-winged and single-armed Pearl as she, in turn, stood facing Granny, who was backed against the wall in the living room. At first, he wondered why Pearl had stopped. Then he noticed that Granny's sword had made the trip from Tarterus with her. She brandished it before her now, in an attempt to hold Pearl at bay. Pearl shook with pent-up fury as Granny spoke. 

"Pearl," Granny said. "You don't understand the forces you're toying with. You can't possibly imagine-" 

"MINE!" Pearl roared. "You hear? He's MINE!" 

Pearl was just...gone. Jason could hear it in her voice. There was nothing left of her but the animal, denied for too long, opposed at every turn, gone mad from frustration. And the source of her torment was right before her. 

Granny took a step toward Pearl, but in less time than Jason would have thought possible, Pearl's enormous golden sword reappeared in her good hand. It was only there for a moment, though, before Pearl hurled it at Granny like a spear. 

With uncanny accuracy, the point of the sword struck Granny in the throat. Powered by Pearl's freakish strength, the force was such that the golden blade sliced completely through Granny's neck. It continued on through, until it embedded itself, with a muted thunk, a good six inches into the opposite wall. 

A second later, Granny's severed head tumbled unceremoniously onto the carpet. 




Drummer Boy – Jason Goes to Hell Ch. 03



Granny's body, having already been put into motion, took one step, attempted another, faltered, and then fell forward onto Jason and Telly's cheap-ass coffee table, turning it into so many misshapen chunks of plywood. 

Jason froze, unable to parse what he had just seen. Pearl stood still also, her chest heaving. Her golden sword flickered out, leaving behind nothing but a deep gash in the wall. 

"Granny!" Pearl said, "Get up and fight me!" 

Oh boy. "Pearl..." Jason said. 

"Granny?" Pearl said again. "Get up, Granny." 

"She can't, Pearl," Jason said. "You killed her." 

Pearl shook her head in disbelief, and her golden glow began to fade. "No," she said. "No no no no..." 

"She's dead, Pearl," Jason repeated. "You. Killed. Her." 

"I didn't mean to," Pearl said. She turned to face Jason. "You have to believe me. I didn't mean to kill her!" 

"Well you did, Pearl!" Jason said. "You did it. Congratulations." 

"No," Pearl said, her voice shaking with rage and sorrow. "Granny can't be dead! There's got to be a way to save her." 

Jason looked at Granny's head. It had rolled to a stop next to his thrift-shop leather chair. The head lay on its side, hair arrayed messily around it, eyes open wide, mouth hanging open in the middle of an uncompleted scream. Dark red blood drained out of the neck, making a terrible stain on the carpet. 

"I don't see how," Jason said. "That's what you said, right? Head comes off, game's over. And that looks pretty permanent to - " 

Granny blinked. 

"Holy shit!" Jason said. 

Pearl looked at Jason, and then turned to look at what he'd seen. Granny blinked again. 

"She's alive," Pearl murmured. 

"What?" Jason said. 

"We're tougher than you guys," Pearl said. She rushed over to pick up Granny's head, and cradled it in her lap. "The body dies almost instantly, but it can take a few minutes for the brain to go. Most of the time it's in the heat of battle and it doesn't matter. But a healer could reattach it to her body - " 

"You can save her?" Jason said. 

"I'm not a healer," Pearl admitted, "In Tarterus, there are some in the aerie... but in her state, the journey would kill her." 

"Whatever you're gonna do," Jason said, "you'd better do it fa-" 

Jason suddenly doubled over in agony. The aching in his testicles had returned, with a vengeance. His ejaculation had been built up too massively, and then denied too long. He'd been so close, before Granny had intervened, but now that urgency was lost. He fell to the carpet, groaning, as waves of pain wracked his body. 

"Jason!" Pearl said. "Jason! What's wrong?" 

"That...damned...elixir..." Jason struggled to form more words, but all that came out was, "Ahhhh!" 

"You have to come, Jason!" Pearl said. "Jerk your cock, come on my face, do whatever you have to do...just come!" 

"Can't..." Jason gasped. "Granny...said...no..." 

Pearl glanced at Granny's head in her lap, and then at Jason, and finally understood what Granny had done. 

"Oh no, Jason, no!" Pearl said. "I can't lose you too!" 

"Hafta...come..." Jason grunted. 

It wouldn't be long now. He was moments away from either blowing his load, or else his body would die in the attempt. The only one who could let him come was Granny, and she was dead, or as good as dead. 

But... he thought, hadn't she already given him permission...? 

A desperate idea occurred to Jason. Summoning all his willpower, he crawled over to where Granny's body lay. He grabbed it by the shoulder, and flipped it over so that she was on her back. Then he mounted her, straddling her chest. 

"What are you doing?!" Pearl said. 

"Granny said..." Jason panted, "...said I could come...for her..." 

Freed from the confines of her vest, Granny's breasts had flattened under their own incredible weight. Jason reached under her armpits and gathered as much of her tender breast flesh as he could. And although the flesh spilled out from between his fingers, he held her breasts firmly in his hands. He squeezed Granny's tits together around his fiercely hard cock. His balls, seeming to understand that his penis had returned to the soft, pillowy valley that had so recently milked such a voluminous load out of them, seemed to ease up a bit on the pain, and ramped up on the pleasure. 

But... she was cold. Granny's body was so cold. The heat that she had radiated, that heat that Jason had come to expect from the touch of demon flesh, was absent. 

The difference was crucial. Jason couldn't pretend that he was doing anything other than what he was doing: tit-fucking a corpse. Although his balls surged with the urgent need to come, there was a part of him that couldn't fight past the sheer, morbid inhumanity of it. 

As he rubbed his cock through the cooling cleavage of Granny's breasts, another idea came to him. 

"Granny used... healing spell," he said to Pearl, "can you?" 

Pearl shook her head. "I'm a metallurgist," she said. "The only healing spells I know are for little wounds. Low power." 

"Can... use me?" Jason said. "Do... magic jizz stuff?" 

"It's a mortal wound," Pearl said, "I don't know..." 

"Try!" Jason said. 

Jason's cry shocked Pearl out of her complacency. She hustled over to Jason, bringing the head with her. Kneeling at the top of Granny's body, she lifted Granny's torso up to rest it on her knees, and used her only hand to place Granny's severed head atop her neck. 

"My healing spell," Pearl said, "it's not powerful enough to heal my arm even. But if I keep repeating it, combined with the power of your essence..." 

With Pearl supporting Granny's shoulders, Jason didn't have to work so hard to lift her breasts, and could focus more on the actual fucking. And with her head now in its proper place, she almost looked like she was alive. But Granny's body was nonetheless cooling underneath him, the crimson of her skin becoming paler with each passing second. In some ways it was worse than when he'd started, with her now looking more life-like, but also ... not. 

"For this to work," Pearl said, "you have to come while in contact with her flesh. You have to bathe the wound with your seed." 

Granny's clothes had long since burned away, and her skin was charred almost to the bone in several places. There was blood and ash and grime all over her. He watched as Granny blinked her eyes again, much more slowly this time than before. Jason felt his stomach lurch, and stopped thrusting his cock between Granny's cold breasts. He felt his gorge start to rise, and had to fight to keep his last meal down. 

He didn't think he could do it. 

"Jason!" Pearl urged, tears returning to her eyes. "Please!" 

The pain in his balls returned, and quickly began to encompass his entire body. Now or never, he thought. He nodded to Pearl. 

Pearl began casting her spell. "Tal dono paraba... tal dono paraba... tal dono paraba... Jason, help me! I can't do it without you!" 

Resolutely, Jason began to pump his cock through Granny's cleavage, while Pearl resumed her spell. He tried to keep his attention on the giant breasts before him, reminding himself that fucking a pair of big jugs like these was his greatest fantasy. But just as he was almost to the point where he felt himself getting into it, he'd inadvertently glance up at Granny's face. He'd see the blank, staring eyes, no longer even blinking anymore. He'd see her head, held in Pearl's hand, skewed ever so slightly off-kilter where it joined with her neck. Cold. Dead. And then he'd remember that the breasts he was pumping his cock through belonged to a body that was already dead, already decomposing. And just like that, the urge to get his rocks off evaporated. 

"Tal dono paraba... tal dono paraba... tal dono paraba..." Pearl chanted. There were tears in her eyes now, and her voice trembled with emotion. She was scared, regretful. The mindless animal thing that she had been before was gone, and in it's place was just Pearl. But was this the real Pearl? 

"Pearl," Jason said. "Do you love her?" 

"Tal dono paraba..." Pearl completed her chant before answering. "She's my wingmother, Jason," she said, her voice shaking. "Of course I do." 

Granny had said that there was no love in Tarterus. Was Pearl different somehow? The lone exception to the rule? 

"Does she love you?" Jason said. 

Pearl turned her grimy, tear-streaked face to Jason. "Does it matter?" she said. "I love her, regardless of whether she returns that love or not." 

"Then why do you hurt her?" Jason said. 

"I DON'T KNOW!" Pearl shouted. "All I know is that for some reason I love, and it always comes out wrong!" She sobbed. "Always wrong..." 

Seeing Pearl's face like that, hearing her speak of love, an emotion absent from her kind, awoke similar feelings within Jason. Pearl could love; her trying to save Granny proved that. Pearl was an anomaly among her kind. Special. Buried under all the subterfuge and brutality, she carried the spark of compassion, and that made her beautiful to Jason. 

"We can do this," Jason said, "if we work together. Can you work with me, instead of trying to work me over?" 

"Yes, Jason," Pearl said, "Yes, Jason, please... 

He poised his dick in between the grimy, blood-and-sweat slickened cleavage of Granny's breasts. 

"Now," Jason said, "chant." 

"Tal dono paraba..." Pearl said, "tal dono paraba... tal dono paraba..." 

He clutched Granny's breasts around his cock, and fucked to the rhythm of Pearl's chant. At first, they were slightly off, Pearl's voice was pitchy, and her timing not quite right. But Jason found the ideal rhythm, and he stayed with it. Pearl sensed what he was doing, and gradually they fell into synch. 

They made a duet of it: Pearl's melodic chanting, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of Granny's breasts as Jason thrust his cock between them. 

He felt Granny's cleavage grow warmer. Whether from friction or the heat of his dick or magic or whatever, all Jason knew is that it started to feel really good. 

"Pearl," Jason said. "Look at me, Pearl. I need to see your face." 

Without pausing her chant, Pearl looked at Jason. She was so pained, so full of anguish...and so beautiful. He felt his orgasm edging closer. 

"You said you loved me," Jason said. "Do you? Really?" 

"I shouldn't," Pearl said. "Demon's can't love... it's wrong... but I can't help myself. I love my Granny, even if she can't return it. And I do love you, Jason! I love you, and I don't know what to do with it! I love you, and it hurts. It makes me want to hurt you back." 

Pearl was like a cat, bringing back dead animals for her owner. Never knowing or caring that they were abhorrent, unwanted things, but only seeking to please her loved one. 

"Can you..." Pearl faltered. "Can you love me?" 

Some mental wall inside Jason gave way. He was going to come. Not for Granny. For Pearl. 

"I can love you, Pearl...I feel it inside me... so much love for you," Jason said. "I'm going to give it to you, Pearl... oh my god... for you... chant for me baby... make me come for you..." 

Pearl chanted. Mangled, flawed, lovely Pearl. His one-winged demon, made angelic by pain, yearning for his blessing, but sacrificing it so that her beloved Granny could live. He squeezed Granny's breasts around his dick, each thrust bringing him closer to orgasm. He could feel the liquid fire, burning inside him. So much cum for his beautiful demon... 

Pearl interrupted her chanting. "Give me your love, baby," she said. 

Jason felt pre-cum ooze from the tip of his cock. A steady flow of hot jism that further warmed Granny's cold cleavage. Cum began to seep from between the valley formed by the pressing together of her tits. 

It felt so good...so fucking good. He pumped his hips harder, clutching her big breasts even tighter around his gushing cock. He glanced at Pearl's beautiful, yearning face. 

"Love me," she said. 

He released. A torrent of jism blasted from his cock. Granny's neck, including the wound, was quickly awash in cum. 

And there was more. Cum jetted from his cock and onto Granny's face and shoulders. His testicles were out of control, elixir and desire and relief driving him to spunk more than ever before, more than he thought possible. 

Jason's cum kept flowing. A streamer overshot Granny entirely, painting a gooey white streak across Pearl's face. And another, this time splatting onto Pearl's injured breast. Again, and again, the jizz spurting indiscriminately onto both Granny and Pearl. 

As Jason erupted forceful gobs of jism onto the demon women, he felt his thoughts going all hazy. He could feel the life draining out of him, his vitality spurting from him, expelled through his semen onto the demonesses. 

Could he do it? he wondered, Would he do it? Would he offer up his own life for Granny? Would he give his life for Pearl? 

Yes, dammit, yes, Jason thought, and urged himself to cum even more. And he did, plastering their faces and breasts and bodies with incredible amounts of his vital male essence, covering them from head to hips in a thick glaze of his warm, sticky man-sauce. 

"For you..." Jason moaned, his eyes on the dripping, cum-drenched form of Pearl, willing himself to cum to his last drop. 

After ejaculating for what felt like forever, he was suddenly aware that he was done. Spent. The straining ache of his balls had been replaced by a new sensation: emptiness. The elixir must have run its course; he could feel it somehow. He had, at long last, broken free of that curse. 

Pearl and Granny were drenched. Jizz covered them completely, making them glisten in the dim light of the living room. Translucent jism drizzled down their crimson bodies, and plastered to their hair to their heads. 

It was as if each had had a bucket of semen dumped over them. Which was impossible. No one could come that much. But Jason had. 

Pearl's chanting slowed, and finally stopped. She blinked, in an attempt to clear the semen from her eyes, and was only moderately successful, and had to dab at her eyes with her hand. 

Catching his breath, Jason inspected the site of Granny's decapitation. At first, he didn't notice anything different. 

Then he saw it: a pale white scar, perfectly encircling Granny's neck. It glowed faintly. The healing spell had worked. 

A pearl necklace, Jason thought wryly. His mind chuckled at the pun, but his body was too weak to follow up. 

"Granny?" Pearl whispered hopefully. No response. 

"Granny?" she said, louder this time, with less hope and more worry. "Wake up, Granny!" 

Jason held his breath. They both stared at Granny's face, hoping for some sign of life. Long moments passed, but no sign came. 

"Oh no," Pearl said. "No no no no no no..." 

"Pearl," Jason began, "I'm so sorry..." 

Granny's chest rose underneath Jason, lifting him, as Granny drew a deep, ragged breath. 

Jason, exhausted and barely alive himself, lost his balance and tumbled onto the floor, landing on his back beside Granny. He felt a touch of embarrassment, but more than that, he felt relief. Relief at hearing Granny exhale her first breath, and then take in another laborious lungful. A weak smile formed on his lips. 

"Granny!" Pearl shrieked gleefully. She bent down to plant a kiss on Granny's cum-plastered forehead with her own jizz-painted lips. She rested Granny's head in her lap, and threaded her sticky fingers through the spooge-coated locks of Granny's hair. 

"Hooray..." Jason mumbled weakly, staring up at the ceiling. The room was growing pale around him, his world becoming serene and white. He was fading. Probably dying. Yeah...dying. Didn't seem that bad, somehow. 

Before he could slip away, Jason felt a pair of lips press against his own. Warm and sticky, musky and electric. Tender and loving. 

A muscular tongue forced its way into his mouth, carrying with it more of that taste. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that someone was feeding him his own cum. 

"Tal dono paraba..." Pearl said. 

Jason felt the encroaching whiteness recede, and saw colors slowly return to the world. Pearl kissed him again, and he kissed her back, savoring the taste of her, the flavor of his cum on her, and exquisite, tender feel of her lips. He looked into her black eyes, sparking their fire, and smiled. 

Pearl smiled back at him. "Tal dono paraba," she said. 

"You saved me," Jason said. Pearl nodded. "Again." Pearl nodded a second time. "Thanks." 

"Tal dono paraba, baby" Pearl repeated for a final time, and then planted a firm kiss on his cheek. 

"What's that mean, anyway?" Jason mumbled absent-mindedly. 

"The chant?" Pearl said. "It's an archaic form of Demonic. It translates to: 'I give of myself'." She shrugged. "It's probably the closest that our kind comes to anything like 'I love you'." 

"Well, 'Taltos MOPAR Abba' back to you," Jason said. 

"Your Demonic needs work," Pearl said with a wan smile. "How are you feeling?" 

"Not dying," Jason said, "so that's good. But tired ... can't keep my eyes open. I'm gonna sleep now, okay?" And it was true. He was so drained that speaking was difficult. Even moving his eyes wore him out. 

"I'll watch over you, Jason," Pearl said. "I'll keep you safe." 

Jason was too exhausted to think about the ramifications of that. "How's Granny?" he said. 

"She's weak," Pearl said, "but she'll live. It'll be a while before she can travel between worlds, though." 

"And...us?" Jason said. "Pearl, I'm fading fast ... but I have kind of a weird question for you, and I need to know the truth." 

"Of course, Jason," Pearl said. "Ask me anything." 

"You'd been to Earth before we met," Jason said, "right?" 

Pearl bit her lip nervously before answering. "Yes," she said. 

"And you can change your form," Jason said. "Have you ever met me in another form? Someone I thought I knew? Pearl, have you ever taken the form of - " 

"Kristin," Pearl said. 

"Yes, Kristin," Jason said. 

"No, Kristin," Pearl said. Her eyes flicked upward, taking notice of something just beyond Jason's field of vision. 

"Hello," Pearl said. 

With effort, Jason craned his neck to see what Pearl was looking at. 

The front door to his apartment was wide open, and standing just inside, wearing her slinkiest black dress, stood Kristin. Her arms were crossed under her breasts and her face was a mask of fury. 

"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Jason." Kristin spat. 

"Kristin..." Jason began, but then he found that he had finally run out of energy. 

Right before the world went black, Jason felt his head drop heavily onto Pearl's naked thighs. Kristin would have to wait, because right at that moment, Jason lapsed into a dreamless unconsciousness. A sleep enveloped him that was so deep, that if someone were to call it coma, they wouldn't be entirely wrong. 

End Chapter 2