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Road Trip part 5

DISCLAIMER!!!! There is content in this that I chose not to list in the tags that is Not in the norm for what my loyal readers have been reading from me. I expect many to hate this chapter and tell me how I’ve ruined the characters and the series with this but it’s the story i have written and i would hope that you trust me by now to give you highs with lows. As always please enjoy.

A Demon World

Warning: This story might not be for the faint of heart, so read at your own risk. It deals with rape (kind of really turns int reluctance thought) and some other strange things. There is no violence however, so please be aware of that. One
With a splitting headache and the taste of copper in her mouth, Anna came to. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up into the beautiful night sky as trillions of stars winked down at her, their distant light like beckoning her. This was strange though; why was she laying in the soft and cool grass outside? The last thing she remembered was being in the school gymnasium with her friends Mark and Tanya in the middle of the night.
Rubbing her head gently, Anna pushed herself up and gazed out around her to find that she wasn’t just outside, she was in the middle of a lush and green forest somewhere. Large and solid trees stood proud everywhere she looked and a warm wind danced through their leaves, making them dance to unheard music in turn.
With her head about to split open she forced herself to stand and dusted off her skinny jeans and tank top, getting any loose dirt or grass off her clothes. This was strange, and she realized it. She had no recollection as to how she got out here and she didn’t even know where here was. As far as she could tell she was utterly alone as well, and that made her nervous.
Maybe this is just a prank… she thought to herself, but couldn’t swallow that logic. Who would want to prank her like this? This wasn’t a prank, it was kidnapping as far as she could tell.
“Hello?!” she yelled out into the stillness, her voice shrill and her throat painfully dry. “Is anyone out there?!”
At first there was no response other than the sound of the leaves rustling in the hidden wind, but after a long moment Anna managed to hear something shuffling a few dozen feet away. She quickly jumped into action and ran as fast as her weak body would allow her until she passed by a rather large and beautiful tree and burst out into a small clearing in the middle of the woods.
What she saw sucked the breath right from her lungs; in a good way.
Standing in the middle of the clearing were the last two people she had been with before she passed out and awoke here; Mark and Tanya. Mark stood tall with broad shoulders, short brown hair and a babyish face with no real muscles to speak of. What he lacked in muscles he made up for in brains though, and was the smartest student at their school. Tanya on the other hand was the opposite; she was the big breasted airhead of their school. She had looks most guys jacked off too with obscenely large breasts and perfect curves in all the right places. She had shoulder length hazel hair and deep brown eyes.
Compared to Tanya, Anna was like a stickman. She was thin with short thin legs and arms and no fat on her body. Her breasts were barely more than little bumps and her ass stuck out slightly more than she would have liked. That wasn’t to say she had a big ass; in fact she had a small one. She just hated it because she wanted to have as small of an ass as possible. At least her hair was the perfect color of red and her eyes were a bright green. Those had to count for something, right?
“Mark! Tanya!” she called out loudly and spooked her friends. They quickly turned to see her and a wide smile broke across Tanya’s face as she broke into a run and pulled her into a rib cracking hug.
“Anna! You’re safe! Where are we?” her best friend cried happily and Anna actually felt tears on her bare shoulders.
“I was going to ask you the same question. One minute we’re in the gym and the next thing I know I’m waking up out here!”
“So you don’t know what happened either, do you?” Mark asked seriously as Tanya released her from the hug. The tall boy strode slowly over to them and ran his hand over his forehead, his usual sign that he was deep in thought. If anyone could figure it out it was sure to be him.
“Maybe we got drunk,” Tanya offered but Anna quickly threw that idea out.
“We weren’t drinking, remember?” she scolded gently and her friend flashed her a pathetic look. “Actually the last thing I remember doing wasβ€””
“Was setting up the summoning circle,” Mark finished for her and she had to repress the urge to hit him for always doing that. “We were in the gym and had the chalk outline all drawn out for the summoning. We even had those candles lit.”
“I remember now!” Tanya exclaimed excitedly and smashed her fist into her open hand like she was the one that had figured it out. “We were trying to summon a demon!”
That was exactly it; they had been trying to summon a demon in their school. It had all started when Mark said there were no such things as demons or angels and challenged them to prove it. Well Anna wasn’t going to let mister know it all be right for the millionth time, so she and Tanya decided to summon one to prove it to him. That was the last thing she remembered.
“You don’t think…” she began but let her words fall to the ground.
“I do,” Mark nodded. “You didn’t summon a demon, so I win the argument once again!”
“You little asshole!” Anna suddenly yelled and charged at him, her fists ready to bring down on his big dumb skull. Tanya quickly jumped in and held her back like she always did though, and all Anna could do was hurl insults at her enemy while trying to push the larger and stronger girl off of her.
“Calm down, Annie,” Tanya warned, using the one name Anna hated more than anything. “Don’t forget what’s happening. We’re kinda stuck in the middle of nowhere.”
“You’re right,” she quickly sighed and stopped her rampage, stepping back away from her friends to cool her temper for a moment, “I never thought I’d say that.”
“I have my moments,” the girl giggled and shrugged, basically admitting that she was an idiot.
Mark on the other hand had been deep in thought the entire time Anna was trying to claw his eyes out and he turned in a circle where he stood, looking in every direction. He didn’t seem to find anything that would help them though and a low groan came from his lips as it seemed all hope left him.
“What’s wrong?” Tanya asked curiously, totally oblivious to his dejected appearance.
“This isn’t right,” he admitted after a long moment and now both girls were staring at him curiously, silently pushing him for an explanation. “I thought we could head north until we found a road, but I can’t even find the North Star. Actually, I can’t find any constellation I know. Not the Big Dipper, not Orion, not even the moon! It’s a totally alien sky!”
“Alien?” Anna repeated with a huff, sure that her friend had truly lost his mind.
“You mean, like we’ve been abducted by aliens?” Tanya asked stupidly and Anna and Mark nearly slapped her for it.
“No, I don’t think we were abducted!” Mark snarled. “The forest looks like something you’d see on Earth and I don’t see any alien trees or plants. It’s more like our stars got replaced by someone else’s.”
“No, I think you were right the first time,” Tanya kept pushing and now Anna really did reach out to smack her; but she never got the chance. “Those look like little aliens.”
More out of habit than anything else, Anna looked to where her friend was pointing and nearly dropped in shock. Between the bushes a few hundred feet away she could indeed make out the shadows of some short and strange looking humanoids moving through the brush. Without a moon to light up the area though she couldn’t really tell what they were. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Run!” Mark suddenly hissed and before Anna knew what was happening, the strong guy had grabbed a hold of both her and Tanya and was starting to run in the opposite direction.
They didn’t make it more than five feet though. The first thing that Anna noticed was the whistling sound that was suddenly following them, and in the next instant all three of them were falling to the ground as something hard wrapped around their legs and tripped them up. Looking down at her feet she saw three round objects attached to a leather rope had wrapped around her ankles and prevented her from running. It was almost like a bolo, but these felt immensely heavy.
In the very next moment the weird creatures who had been moving through the brush were upon them, their bodies cloaked in shadow as they descended on the group of friends. For the briefest of seconds there was a lot of commotion and yelling but it was quickly snuffed out as something hard struck her in the back of the head and she keeled over, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. She had been knocked out.
Once again Anna found herself waking up with a splitting headache and the taste of copper on her tongue, but unlike last time she didn’t appear to be outside anymore. She found herself laying on the hard and cold stone floor of some building, and opening her eyes she realized that the ceiling reached so far above her head that she couldn’t see where it was even at.
“Anna!” Tanya’s voice suddenly screamed in her ear, and looking to her side she found her friend laying next to her with great big tears in her eyes. “Thank god you’re okay!”
“T… Tanya,” Anna stuttered and tried to force saliva into her dry mouth. “W… what’s happened? Where’s Mark?”
“I… I don’t know. Those… things… took him when they brought us here. I’ve been so worried,” the girl cried painfully and all Anna wanted to do in that moment was reach out and hug her friend.
She couldn’t though. The moment she tried she realized that her hands had been tied behind her back and her ankles were tied together; rendering her immobile. She struggled against her imprisonment but nothing she did worked. In fact it almost felt like the ropes began to tighten every time she fought against them. After only a few seconds of thrashing she was forced to stop in fear that all the blood to her hands and feet would be cut off.
“Aren’t you going to struggle more?” a soft, feminine, and almost snake like voice hissed through the large and cold room and Anna quickly realized they weren’t alone. “I was having so much fun watching you try to feebly break your restraints.”
“Who are you?” Anna demanded, momentarily forgetting her situation. She tried to sit up but most of the strength in her body had vanished when she had been knocked out and she could do little more than roll onto her back and stare up at the ceiling.
A moment later rough and hot hands grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her off the cold stone floor, giving her the first real look of the room she had as she was forced to sit with her legs straight out in front of her. The entire room was made from large grey stone bricks and there wasn’t a single window to be seen. The place was lit up by archaic looking lit torches hanging from the walls and a single massive door led out. It was what stood before that door that really scared Anna though. She had never seen anything like it before.
Standingβ€”if you could call it thatβ€”close to twelve feet tall with another five to six feet still to go was something so bizarre that Anna wondered if she had been hit on the head harder than she first thought. The lower half of this things body was that of a giant (and she meant giant) black scaled snake, while the top part was that of a person; more or less. The tail receded into a muscled belly of the same color that rose up to display two very large and bouncy looking pierced breasts. Instead of just two, this creature had four arms that were covered in muscles. The head appeared to be humanoid as well, with hair pulled back into a tight braid and two eyes that glowed slightly red in the low light. However the snake like tongue that licked at the large and perky lips and the crown of small horns around her skull spoke otherwise.
This was a creature from nightmares; a demon.
“What are you?” she found herself asking with a shaky voice, the urge to pee pressing against her mind.
“Why are you asking me? Weren’t you and your friends the ones to try and summon me to the human world?” the creature queried and honestly Anna couldn’t dispute that logic. “But I suppose introductions are due. I am Puyala, Queen of this land and ruler over all denizens who call this world home! Now it’s your turn.”
“Q… Queen?” Anna trembled as some kind of pressure emanating from this creature pulsed against her weak and sore body.
“Does that mean you’re the devil?” Tanya suddenly asked, and for some reason there wasn’t that much fear in her voice. Only an airhead could pull that off.
“In a sense,” Puyala admitted and flicked both hands on the left side of her body out. “If that’s what you wish to call me, then so be it.”
“It worked!” Tanya once more yelled and now her voice was excited beyond reason. “I told you it would work, Anna! We actually summoned the devil! And damn is she buff!”
Before Anna could even think to yell at her friend for being an idiot, the Queen snapped her tail like a whip across the ground and the crack tore through the room, quickly getting both girls attention as she glared angrily at them. Anna still didn’t know what was going on, but she was sure they were in even more trouble now.
“Enough of this insolence!” she roared and whatever creature was holding her up even trembled under her rage. “You think that paltry little summoning you tried to use would ever be enough to summon me to the mortal world?! I am the most powerful demon to have ever lived, you whelps! So strong that I was able to trace your summon back to its origin and then bring you all to my world!”
“S… sorry, your highness!” Tanya squeaked and Anna knew the girl had cracked. She always buckled when someone yelled at her.
“That’s better! Although I must thank you for your stupidity in trying to summon me. Usually we have to rely on human operatives to send us new flesh; but you made it easy. You even brought a male along with you! Very well done!”
“A…. male?” Anna tasted the words and it suddenly hit her. “Where’s Mark? What have you done with him? Why did you even bring us here?!”
“Do not worry about the man, child; he is safe. He has been drugged and is currently waiting for me to get through with you. So let’s get through the introductions; we wouldn’t want to make him wait too long.”
At that, creatures that had been hiding along a far wall in the shadows slowly stepped out into the light and once more Anna gasped in surprise. They were short, probably no taller than three feet tall, and had skinny bodies with long arms and long legs. They were red in color and completely hairless, with two large eyes and an even longer nose that sat above wide mouths with two rows of pointed teeth. They were also just as naked as their Queen was, but Anna noticed that none of them seemed to have any genitalia at all. They kind of looked like Ken dolls. She also realized that these must have been the creatures that caught them in the forest.
“Let me introduce you to my Imps. Although I think you’ve already met them. They are my loyal servants who are tasked with catching the new humans sent to our world and bringing them here to meet me. They also get the pleasure of preparing you and your bodies for what you will experience while you stay on this world.”
“W… what do you mean? Prepare us for what? You still haven’t even told us why you brought us here!”
“Oh, didn’t I? How careless of me,” Puyala laughed and her insanely large breasts bounced dangerously on her muscled chest. “You’re here for two reasons! The first reason is as a form of entertainment for me and my subjects. We get terribly bored. The second reason is for breeding, but you don’t have to worry about that for now.”
Breeding? What the hell was this crazy devil going on about? Did they plan to rape them? No, that couldn’t be. That kind of stuff didn’t happen. Then again, demons weren’t supposed to really exist either, and now Anna found herself surrounded by them. She desperately hoped that she had heard wrong though.
“Breeding?” she asked and her voice betrayed her. “Y… you don’t mean… like having babies, right?”
“Oh, that’s exactly what I mean. But like I said, don’t worry about that just yet. Whether or not that happens is all up to you. Would you like me to explain how all of this works?” the grotesque and imposing Queen demon asked and Anna quickly nodded. “Very well. Starting from this night, you and your friends will have two weeks to survive out in the wilds of this world; on your own. Out there you will be… well let’s go with taught… how to endure the pleasures our race has to offer. Every hole in your body will be violated all in preparation for your test. You see, at the end of your two weeks you will once more be brought before me at my castle, where I will administer your final test. If you pass, you are free to return to your lives and we will even be so kind as to remove all your memories of being here. If you fail however, you will be stuck in our world for the rest of your lives and kept as breeding stock!”
That was pretty much the worst thing anyone could ever hear, and Anna could feel her fear creep into her brain even further now. Tanya didn’t seem to be doing too much better and she was loudly crying beside her, wailing like a toddler who had just had their toy taken away. There was still one thing that was bothering Anna though.
“What kind of… test is it?” she asked and had to force each word out of her mouth.
“The best kind,” the snake lady smiled widely and showed two long and dangerous looking snake fangs. “When you return before me you will be put to the ultimate test; a match. The rules to this match are simple: make me cum within one hour and you are free to go. Don’t make me cum or cum so much yourself that you are unable to continue on and you stay here for all of eternity. Sounds tantalizing, right?”
“Sounds like I’m going to puke,” Anna whispered under her breath and hoped that this monster didn’t hear her.
This couldn’t be happening! This was real life, not some pervy Japanese hentai where the high school girl gets raped by monsters! Weren’t demons supposed to be all about eating and killing humans, not mating with them? Where was the brimstone? Where were the pitchforks? Why wasn’t she waking up yet?
“Before your trial can begin, you first need to be prepared for the pleasures you will meet outside my gates. To accomplish this and allow your bodies to take everything without breaking, we prepare you in two steps. The first step is to make you drink an elixir that comes from the venom in my fangs. This venom will not kill you, but at first you’ll wish that you were dead.”
With a snap of her fingers two of the creepy and small Imps moved towards them and held out small goblets in their long clawed hands. Before Anna could even think about turning her head to avoid it, another Imp grabbed her head and plugged her nose; forcing her to open her mouth for oxygen. At that point it was already too late.
A cool and bitter tasting liquid was forced down her throat and it coated the thin membrane quickly, clinging to the walls of her mouth and throat like a syrup. So much was poured into her mouth that she could actually feel the weight of it in her belly and her head began to spin as her body instantly warmed up to an almost unbearable temperature.
“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” the Queen asked and Anna couldn’t even curse at her. “My venom works like an aphrodisiac, clouding your brain and making even the slightest of touches turn to pleasure. What you two have just been given is a small, watered down dose that will simply get you ready for the second step. Before that happens though, how about you two beautiful girls just enjoy the feelings flooding through your bodies and minds.”
A second later the ropes around her wrists and ankles were cut and she was dropped to the floor roughly. She knew she should have felt pain from landing on the cold hard floor, but all she felt was a jolt of electricity run from her nipples to her clit; three things that had already gotten hard on her. It was like the Queen said, all she could feel was pleasure. Even lying on the cold ground was making her wet and she suddenly wanted release, badly. No matter how good it felt though, there was nothing to push her over the edge and she remained right on the precipice in agony.
Her mind was so distorted and foggy that she couldn’t even focus on making herself run. Both her and Tanya had been freed, but they both remained on the ground and writhed in pleasure as moans escaped their lips. She was so worried about her hot body and the pleasure rippling through it that all she wanted in that moment was to orgasm. She had never wanted to cum so much before. It was all she could think about.
“Mmmm, I love watching your faces twisted in both pain and pleasure like that. The torture is so sweet! Just watching you roll around and moan as your body cries out for pleasure is enough to get me horny! As a special treat I will allow you to have what you so desperately crave!”
Rough hands suddenly found Anna’s body and she shivered in anticipation as new ripples of pleasure washed over her aching body. Before she knew what was happening she suddenly found herself being forcefully stripped, the clothes being torn from her nubile body so roughly that she cried out. Her scream wasn’t one of pain though. No, she had been so close to cumming just by being roughly stripped.
“I suppose I should warn you, my darlings,” the Queen spoke once more and Anna could barely hear her in the back of her mind. “The vast majority of my subjects are nothing more than wild beasts with an over heightened sex drive. Do not expect them to be gentle with you. But do not fear! For your first times here I have chosen my Imps to rape you. They have smaller cocks than most other demons. However, they do have one thing going for them.”
Directly before her eyes, Anna found one of the most grotesque looking cocks she had ever seen before. It was small at a little under five inches long while it was hard and its girth made it look more like an oversized pencil than anything, but it was red and pulsing. Literally pulsing. The tip was crowned with a small little hole and a horribly stinky and watery liquid was dripping out of it, splashing onto her tiny bare tits and causing her to groan in pleasure.
Even though it looked so gross and smelled so bad, Anna found herself wanting it. She wanted to feel this skinny dick sink into her pussy and drill her for all she was worth. She wanted this creature to fill her womb with its semen and mark her as his own. She wanted it so bad that she began to whimper as all she could do was look at it.
As if able to read her thoughtsβ€”partiallyβ€”the Imp leaned forward and thrust his pencil dick straight into Anna’s mouth. Her first thought of biting off the stinky and sticky rod was quickly pushed out of her mind as her tongue began to lap at the underside of it without her permission. At this the Imp began to buck his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock into her throat over and over again as an immeasurable amount of pleasure erupted in her womb and she silently begged for another cock to fill it.
She didn’t have to wait long. As one Imp was fucking her throat savagely and causing her to drip drool all over her mouth and chin, another one had already pulled apart her knees and placed the thin tip of its small cock at her shaved opening. It rubbed the head of its monster cock against her pussy lips and clit, slowly opening her folds only to pull back and start all over again. The pleasure was excruciating and she pleaded with it silently to fuck her until she passed out. But it didn’t. It continued to tease her until she felt like she was going to die.
She felt two hard and clawed hands grip her thin thighs tightly, the pointed nails digging painfully into her skin and in the very next moment she was finally given what she wanted. With one great thrust backed by an insane amount of strength, the Imp plowed into her virgin pussy and ripped her hymen so savagely that she grunted around the tip of the cock buried deep in her mouth.
She had been told by people that losing your virginity was supposed to be painful and that your first time was never that good; but she begged to differ. All of her pain and discomfort were channeled into pleasure and she came the instant she felt the cock get buried in her soft and wet folds. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave and her whole body shook violently as she gurgled around the cock in her mouth. Her nipples were on fire, her muscles were clamping and releasing, her clit felt like it was going to explode, and her pussy tightened painfully around the intruder as she screamed in ecstasy.
A few feet off to her left she could now hear Tanya’s own moans and cries of pleasure as she herself came for the first time, and Anna hoped she was having as much fun as she was. That was simply because her orgasm never ended. It had hit her and continued to wreak havoc on her body and mind as she came constantly and felt like she was going to pass out from all the pleasure she was being forced to endure. In that moment she wished that it could remain like that forever. If her entire life was to be getting fucked like this then she would gladly accept it.
“Oh my, that looks amazing!” the Queen commented and Anna could only imagine the sneer on her face. “I can’t wait for two weeks to go by. I’m going to have so much fun playing with you two. But your initiation isn’t over just yet. I told you that my Imps had one good thing about their cocks, didn’t it? It looks like it’s just about to begin.”
The smelly and sticky cock in her throat was taken out of her mouth and Anna found herself actually sad about it. However it wasn’t taken away from her completely and the Imp kept it just close enough for her to lick the head. Which she did happily, swirling her tongue around it and sticking it into the tip as far as she could so she could taste the salty and slightly tangy precum. What happened next though surprised her.
The cock being licked by her tongue began to suddenly grow, stretching out to become longer while still remaining the same size in girth. It had gone from around five inches long to being a good ten inches long and began to curve upwards slightly as it tapered into a slimmer head. What was really odd though was the fact that the cock began to bulge about an inch below the head and it looked like air had somehow gotten stuck in there; if that was even possible.
Anna knew exactly what this was used for though. She had taken health class and knew where the uterus and cervix were positioned, and she had also seen a catheter before; so she knew that the bulge just under the head was meant to keep something stuck inside her. As if to prove her right she suddenly felt the cock inside her sopping wet and swollen pussy begin to change as well, following her pussy perfectly. It was as if it was perfectly suited for her.
She felt the tip of the head begin to press up against her poor cervix and she grunted at the sudden pressure. That grunt was quickly turned into a yelp as the strange demon cock thrust hard into her cervix and breached directly into her womb in one pump, pushing all the air out of her lungs as her continuous orgasm was joined by yet another one and they rode together like two waves lapping up against the shore.
“OH GOD!” she screamed in ecstasy and nearly peed on herself as her body lost control of what it was doing. “Yes! FUCK ME! FUCK MY UTERUS!”
As the little bulge began to swell just inside her uterus and trap the cock in her, the Imp that had been fucking her mouth grew impatient and shoved his strangely shaped cock back into her gaping maw. She was being pierced from both ends and she was absolutely loving it. She honestly hoped that this would continue on forever, but right now there was a more pressing matter at hand. She wanted cum, and lots of it.
Anna had been a virgin in every way up until this momentβ€”she had only played with her clit sometimesβ€”and she had never once tasted cum. One of her friends had told her it was slimy and disgusting, but at this point she really didn’t care. She wanted to drink it all down her throat and feel it erupt in her pussy and uterus as the cock remained lodged inside her, not letting a single drop escape. She wanted to be coated in the stuff and be covered in so much that she could have a cum bath. She needed to be cummed in!
The amazing cock in her pussy and uterus began to thrust once more, causing her to grunt around the one in her throat. The bulge behind the head left just enough room for a good inch to continue pumping in and out of her and each time she felt the knot slam into her cervix hard she orgasm even more, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.
Suddenly both demons began to grunt and their cocks pulsed even harder now as they were about to dump their loads into her waiting holes. The knowledge that she was about to make them cum made her giddy and she began to buck her hips in unison with the one fucking her down below while she began to hum and spit around the one in her mouth. She was in paradise, even though in the back of her mind she was disgusted at herself for this.
All at once both Imps unleashed a torrent of hot and watery cum into her body, their groans and grunts being lost in her own screams of pleasure. As the sticky liquid hit her throat and uterine walls and splash towards her fallopian tubes, the most intense part of her orgasm ripped through her young and tight body like a bolt of lightning.
She had lost total control over all her body and she twitched and writhed madly as both Imps continued to ream her as hard as they could, dumping their hot baby liquid into her furthest depths. She couldn’t imagine how much they were cumming, but even more she couldn’t imagine how much she was taking. She didn’t feel over full or stretched in anyway; if anything it felt like her body was absorbing most of it. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt in her life, and so what if the crap tasted like shit!
“Ah, what a grand show that was!” the Queen applauded from her vantage point just as both Imps streams of cum began to dwindle. “Both of your bodies have now absorbed enough of the magic potion that comes from an Imps cum to be able to withstand almost anything you will encounter out in the wild. I am so pleased you all enjoyed it!”
The snake lady’s words were lost on Anna as she came down from her high, her breathing erratic and her heart pounding in her chest. Her orgasms were beginning to dissipate now as well and the afterglow of cumming so hard enveloped her like a warm and soft blanket. It wasn’t over yet though. There was still one more thing to deal with.
The cock still trapped in her womb wasn’t shrinking and the bulge still kept it snuggly behind her cervix. That all changed a second later though. With a great tug the entire length of the cock was pulled free from her body and she yelped in surprise and pleasure as another orgasm rocked her. She could feel the knot tear through her cervix and the curve of the cock push against her soaking wet pussy walls as it split her open even further than she had been before. It was the most interesting and intense pleasure she had felt yet and she suddenly felt faint. Her orgasm hadn’t even finished when she passed out in exhaustion.

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Wendy’s World – 2 Fantasy or Real :)

I’m at the skate park surrounded by the group of guys. We were down in the pit of the park and couldn’t been seen by passers by. There are six or seven I’m not sure. They are all naked and leering at me. I look down and find myself with just garters, stockings, and high heels. Jason is the clear leader and is standing there. His thick cock is right in front of me.

3 evil sisters Part 9

I thought I would continue this since the other two writers didn’t finish what they started. Please post you comments and I will do a part 10 If liked

His Sissy Slave (Pt4) end

I heard the door close then the buckle on his trousers being undone, next his zip coming down, l received a hard slap on my bum cheek, β€˜lovely’ he said

Kelsey part 4

“Now then, Pet, tonight you will only wear what I tell you to. For now, you are to remain naked. When you can put on clothes, I’ll tell you.” I still wanted to ogle her sublime form.
“Yes, Master, of course!” Damn, she’s good.
We sat down to watch some TV, but about an hour in, cuddling with her under my arm, I noticed she was shivering.
“Go put your shirt back on, Pet, and sit on my lap.” Once she was in place, I pulled a blanket over us. Soon enough, my fingers had found her nipples poking through her shirt, and I began fondling them.
“Master, may I play with myself?” She’s really good!
“Yes, Pet, you can play with yourself. For now.” Her hands went beneath the blanket, and I could hear her fingers sliding in and out of her wet hole. “Not too much, Pet. Remember, you’re mine.” I placed my hand over hers, slowed down her movements. Up and down, rubbing her clit, slowly but steadily. My other hand worked its way under her shirt, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Kelsey started to moan as I caressed her neck with my lips. Then I got a fantastic idea!
“Stand up and take off your shirt, Pet.” As she obeyed, I got up, walked to the window, and opened the blinds. The sun streamed in, and I looked out over the parking lot beneath my window – I was on the second floor of my building. Standing at the window, naked, I beckoned Kelsey to come over to me.
“Stand against the window, facing it, and spread your legs open. Good, Pet. Now hold yourself against the frame.” I walked up behind her, grabbed her nipple with one hand, and used the other to guide my dick into her smooth, moist cunt. She let out a soft groan as I began thrusting into her, slowly.
“Look out the window, Pet. See all the people?” She grunted affirmative. “All they have to do is look up, and they’ll see me fucking you. Does that make you hot?” Another positive grunt. “I want you to watch them, Pet. If you find somebody interesting, tell me.” My hands were fondling her tits and clit. “And if you see somebody watching you, I want you to grab the back of my head. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master!” I could hear the strain in her voice, trying to concentrate on not only the fucking I was giving her, but the people in the parking lot and answering me in a coherent manner. I picked up my pace, and her guttural noises followed suit.
“She looks amazing, Master!” Ooh, she picked a woman, eh? ‘Fascinating!’
“Do you like the look of her, Pet? Can you imagine what she feels like under her clothes?” In response, I felt her vaginal walls tighten slightly around my cock. ‘Hehehe’ I was quite enjoying this little game!
“Keep watching, Pet. Don’t let your eyes leave the parking lot.” More confirmation. My hand left her tits, and I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “I told you to kee watching the lot, Pet. Don’t let me pull you back so far; I’m not going to let up.” She drew her head back to its rightful place, while I was still pulling on her hair. Her walls tightened even more around my cock, in and out. Suddenly, her hand was on the back of my head!
“Tell me, Pet! Who’s watching?!”
“Uh! It’s the same lady! God!” Now I switched to pushing her head forward, almost touching the window.
“Is she on the left or the right, Pet?”
“Left, Master!” I turned her head so that she could still see the woman, and I leaned into Kelsey and looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a woman looking up at us! A bit older, maybe 40 or so, definitely Cougar material. She was wearing a red dress, staring at us, her car door open as if she was just about to get in before noticing the show we were putting on.
I pressed Kelsey’s face closer to the window. “Lick the glass, Pet.” She did as she was told, her breath steaming up the glass as she gasped for air. The woman covered her mouth, but I also noticed that her other hand had migrated down; I can only fantasize that she was fondling herself, even if it was subconscious. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, and quickly got into her car and drove off. I pulled Kelsey back to our original position, and started pounding her harder than before.
“UUUHH!! Yes Master! Harder! OOOOHAAAAA!!!” I felt her contracting around my dick, my clit-rubbing hand soaking wet; I became aware of my own grunting sounds as I shot my hot load into her fresh young pussy.
She was still having spasms when I picked her up by her legs, walked backwards to the couch, and sat down with her in my lap. We only sat there for a minute before I had an idea.
“Pet, I want you to go take a shower. We have to go do some grocery shopping. Leave the bathroom door open so I can watch you if I want to. Come back out here when you’re done, I’ll have clothes ready for you.”
“Yes, Master!” She was chipper enough, and as she got up I gave her a little spank on her pert little ass. “Ooh!” She giggled as she ran off to the shower to follow my instructions. I watched her through the clear shower curtain for a minute, then went to the bedroom to fulfill my end of the directions. She already had jeans, but I didn’t want her wearing the same shirt she came home in. Ah, that one will do nicely…
She only took a few minutes to wash up, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her towel off and walk toward me. I pointed to the couch where I’d laid her clothes – nothing but a shirt, jeans, and her socks. The shirt was a special one – it was mine, but it was also quite tight on me. I figured it would work for what I had in mind.
“Dress slowly, Pet. I love watching you move.” She faced away from me to put the jeans on, just like I would have told her to do; she put them on the floor, stepped into them, and slowly bent over from the waist to pick them up. Such an amazing view! I couldn’t help but to stick my finger into her sweet pussy and leave it there until she’d pulled the jeans up to my finger; I cleaned it off while she buttoned her tight little pants. Next, she put on the shirt, slowly, again just as I would have directed – facing me, as I rolled each nipple between my fingers. The shirt fit her loose enough, but there was something I needed it to do.
“Take a deep breath, Pet. Like that. Stick your chest out. Good girl.” Perfect! Just as I’d hoped, when she did it right, her wonderful little nipples poked right through the shirt, plain as day! When she was relaxed, her nips barely showed, but if you looked close enough, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“OK! Let’s go!” I didn’t really have anything I needed, but I wanted to show her off, and play a little game at the same time…
========================
We were at the store. I purposefully led her through the freezer sections repeatedly and unnecessarily, just to keep her nipples nice and rigid as possible. It wasn’t all too crowded – it was an off-hour – but there were still a few people in the store, and it wasn’t all that large. I nuzzled up close to her when we were alone in an aisle.
“How are you liking this, Pet? Are you having as much fun as I am? Knowing that so little separates you from everyone seeing you naked? It’s terribly exciting isn’t it?” I quickly pinched one of her nipples.
“Yes, Master! If only they knew…” We were interrupted by a little old lady walking into our aisle. She was occupied with her shopping list and probably hadn’t even noticed either of us. I guided Kelsey down the aisle, right past the lady; just before we crossed paths, I gave Kelsey’s ass a firm pinch, and she jumped a little. The lady did notice that, and after a split-second of surprise, just gave me a sly little “naughty kids” knowing smile. Dirty old broad!
We were alone in a different aisle – a freezer section! – when I gave Kelsey her next command.
“Pet, I want you to flash me. Do it quickly!” She had to set her shopping basket down, and did as she was ordered – wonderful! Nobody interfered with us this time, and despite being so brief, it was truly glorious show. Her nipples could’ve cut glass; I could see them straining, they were so erect. I had to have them, if only for a moment, so I walked over, thrust my hands beneath her shirt, and squeezed both nipples, kissed Kelsey, and released her. But it was time to bring this adventure to a close.
We only had a couple things, so we went through one of the “Speedy” checkouts – which is ridiculous, because there’s nothing fast about them! It’s like the checkout lady was intentionally going as slow as possible! I was getting quickly frustrated, and as soon as the lady was distracted, I slipped my had between Kelsey’s thighs, putting pressure on her excellent cooch. Like a good little Pet, however, this time she didn’t react at all. I left my hand there for several moments, even after the checkout lady turned her attention back to doing her job. I promptly moved my hand up to my nose, feigning the need to scratch, and drank in Kelsey’s scent. Finally, the lady finished; I paid her, and we headed out to my car.
“You’ve soaked through your jeans, Pet! How delicious!” We had gotten in the car, but I wasn’t about to start it just yet. I wasn’t quite finished playing with her here. I put my hand directly over her crotch, rubbed it up and down, felt the dampness of her juices soaking into her clothes. She started to make very contented sounds as I rubbed faster.
“Unbutton your jeans, Pet. Now unzip them.” There wasn’t another car nearby, so we weren’t in too much danger of getting caught, but the very thought that it might happen was exciting enough! I eased my hand into her pants, working my fingers down to her extraordinary slit. I put one, then two fingers into her, and slowly pumped my hand up and down, fingers sliding in and out. Kelsey was breathing rather hard at this point.
“Squeeze your nipples, Pet. I want to see them through my shirt.” She did as she was told, rubbing them, moaning, as I brought her to the brink, but didn’t push her over. We had been at this long enough that I could tell when she was about to cum, and I wanted to deny her that, at least for the time being.
“Stop rubbing, Pet!” She did as demanded, and I completely stopped moving my hand. She let out a whimper; it was clear that only a few more strokes and she would have been pushed over the edge.
“Stay this way, Pet. Don’t go too far, I’m not done with you yet. We’re going home now, and I want you just like this when we get there. Do you understand?” She nodded, still enraptured with being so close to climax. I took my hand out of her pants, and she shuddered a little, another little nudge toward orgasm. She quickly replaced my hand with her own, but just as I’d charged, she didn’t continue too far. Such a good, wonderful Pet! Thankfully for the both of us (hey, I was edging myself here too!), I didn’t live too far away, and soon enough we were back home.
“Zip, but don’t button. Clean off your fingers so we can go upstairs and finish, Pet.” She obediently licked her fingers clean, and zipped up; I’d always thought it was so sexy when the top button was left undone. We all but bounded up to my apartment, me following her so I could watch her fantastic butt bounce its way up the stairs. If we had an elevator in the building, I don’t doubt that I would’ve torn her clothes off her body as soon as the doors closed, before we’d even made the trek up the single floor. We couldn’t get through my door fast enough, as we both desperately wanted to finish what was started in the parking lot. Kelsey opened it and only got a couple steps in before I gave her another order.
“Stop! Wait there, Pet.” I threw the groceries past her onto the floor, and stepped up behind her, grinding my cock into her backside. I bodily pushed her forward just enough so I could close the door behind us, and as it was still swinging closed, I unzipped her jeans and shoved my fingers into the moistness of her snatch. Her gasp was instant and erotic, quickly becoming a moan of pleasure as I fingered her harder and harder. I kissed her neck as I slid my middle and ring fingers in and out of her pussy, grabbing her tits with my other hand, and felt her body rock, her legs buckling, mouth panting, juices flowing down her leg, soaking her jeans. I almost couldn’t keep both fingers inside her as she was constricting so much with her orgasm; I had to hold her up so she didn’t collapse on the floor.
“Oh, thank you so much, Master!” She uttered between heaves.
“You’re most welcome, Pet. I do love you too, my dear.” Her legs were almost completely useless now, and she threw her arm around my neck to help stabilize herself. I brought us both down to the floor, resting against the door, holding her in my arms. We sat there, regaining composure and energy; I was caressing her neck and shoulders with my lips, her chest and tummy with my hands. Finally, though, the gnawing in my stomach overwhelmed my current horniness.
“Kelsey?” I was done being the Master for a while.
“Yeah?” Such a perfect little wonder, she switched back to the “normal” relationship instantly!
“I’m fuckin’ hungry!” She giggled a little.
“Well, now that you mention it, I’m hungry too! Good thing we just got back from the grocery store, huh?”
With that, we both got up; Kelsey went to put on a dry pair of pants, having thoroughly soaked the ones she was wearing, and I got a few more ingredients ready for dinner. It had been a very good day, and I was ready to treat us both to a decent meal. I’m no chef in the truest sense of the word, but I know my way around a kitchen, and thankfully Kelsey – who joined me in the preparation – was pretty good herself. We teased each-other a bit, of course, but the pangs of hunger kept us on course until we sat down to eat.
We had a movie to watch, so we ate in front of the TV – not a good habit, but it was nice to have Kelsey put her head on my shoulder and cuddle as we enjoyed something together aside from just passionate, amazing, delicious sex. Of course, when watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin, at the end I couldn’t help but make an observation.
“I’m so glad you came along and saved me from being a 40-year-old virgin!”
“Hmmm, so am I!” How long had she been rubbing my chest? I tend to get a little to distracted by movies… The credits hadn’t even started rolling when she began kissing my neck. Now that got my attention! I turned and returned the favor of embrace as we both stood up off the couch. She leaned back, looked me over, and said “Take your shirt off.”
“Well, yes, ma’am!” No argument there! I’d hardly gotten the fabric over my head when she put a hand on my chest and started pushing me backwards, guiding me around the couch, pointing me in the direction of the bedroom. Not giving me a chance to even take my pants off, she shoved me onto the bed; I had to fumble to get my jeans off as she was hurriedly undressing herself. Soon enough, she had that perfect little mouth around my throbbing member, teasing me just enough to get some pre-cum wetting the tip, just a little taste for her to enjoy, licking her lips.
She straddled me, easing my cock into her tight little pussy, that loving, seductive smile across her mouth, eyes closed, head back, teasing and squeezing her own nipples. Such a sublime sight to behold! Enraptured, I could only watch her as she slowly rode me Cowgirl-style (one of her preferred positions). My hands gained a mind of their own and began gripping her pert little ass, moving in time with her own rhythm. Her moans brought me back, taking me closer to my own climax – which I hadn’t released since before we’d even gone to the store! I held her up, only the head of my dick still inside her, and gave her a few upward thrusts before reaching into my drawer and bringing out our good friend, the vibrator (which we’d come to call “Vibey” – yes, we’re that creative). Kelsey still had her eyes closed, glowing with the feelings of our lovemaking. I took her hand, guided it down, and just as I put Vibey to her clit, I had her grab the running toy; the sensation made her gasp in pleasure. I could tell that, thankfully, she was getting as close to orgasm as I was, and I resumed thrusting up and into her wet slit.
As we both neared our respective peaks, I started to thrust faster, pulling her down to greet my hips; the increase in ferocity accelerated us both, and I soon found myself using all my might, burying my cock as deeply in to her as I could, exploding a massive load into her.
“Uughhh!” Kelsey grunted loudly as she felt my hot cum shoot inside; her own spasms of orgasm simultaneously joining my own. Her passion tremors continued after I’d been spent, but soon enough she collapsed on top of me, and once again I was in awe feeling the soft warmth of her smooth, flawless skin against mine. “Lovely, absolutely lovely!” she said as she kissed me.
“Mmmm, you’re telling me!” I so adored running my hands over her back, down her butt, behind her thighs, and back up again. Caressing her was pleasurable in and of itself!

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The Rose Tattoo-My Anal penetration

The Rose Tattoo
by Rachel
Although this story was actually written by Katherine, but I liked it so much that I wanted ot post in on xnxx.com and me as the character, hope she will not mind..
Quietly I slipped behind the thin Chinese screen, the one slim concession to modesty offered by the proprietor of “The Needle’s Point”, an innocuous tattoo parlor on the south side of town.
Once more I asked myself what in the world I was doing there, why had I come to this particular place in the shadiest part of the city, but I already knew the answer. I wanted a tattoo. No, I needed a tattoo.
For the first time in my life I had an invitation to spend spring break on the beach in Daytona, and I couldn’t possibly show my suspiciously phallic-shaped birthmark to the world. It would be too humiliating…far too humiliating, but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me creeping into a tattoo parlor. So, I’d crept away in the wee hours of the night to this place…and here I was determined to stay until the deed was done.
And so I stood, slipping my panties off behind the faded vestige of a Chinese Mandarin while a far-from-Chinese proprietor prepared the inks and needles for my rose tattoo.
I’d chosen the rose tattoo for it’s delicate intricacy, it’s gentle blush, but I knew it’s fragile warmth would run a dim second to the muted crimson already on my face. I’d never shown my derriere to anyone before, particularly to a stranger. But I was in college now, wasn’t I? It was time to let go of the apron strings and live a little. If I wanted to wear a thong on the beach next month, then it was now or never, I told myself. I’d made up my mind!
Once more I peeked at the large, rough looking proprietor from behind the screen. This would be like going to a doctor, wouldn’t it? I mean, he sees women baring themselves every day. It’s part of his job. My pale flesh would be simply a canvas upon which to create, wouldn’t it?
I quivered, chastising myself for my cowardice. “Come on, girl…get on with it” I whispered to myself. “The sooner you step out from behind this screen, the sooner he can begin, and the sooner it’ll all be over.”
Heaving a sigh of trepidation, I tucked my panties in my purse and slipped it modestly under my coat on the seat before me. The feel of my short, silky skirt, swishing against my bare flesh felt decadent, almost sinfully evil, and I hesitated once more. Then I heard his voice.
“Are you coming?” he rumbled. “Everything’s ready. You’re the last one tonight, and I want to go home soon,” he warned. “Let’s go, okay?”
Quickly I made my way from behind the screen, fearful that I might provoke this massive Monet of body art and cause him to act heavy-handedly when I came under his needle. But the look in his eyes told me that I need not have worried. The deep brown of his gaze was gentle, seductive in a way that set my mind at rest. He was a professional. After all…wasn’t he?
My attention was immediately drawn to the fact that my practitioner had drawn the shades on the storefront while I had been undressing behind the ancient screen. This was obviously out of respect for my privacy, I assured myself…nothing more. And the sign, which had read “open” when I arrived, now faced the interior of the shop, its alter ego, “closed”, now facing the abandoned street from which I’d come. This too was both reasonable and logical, I told myself. It was late, and the shopkeeper was bound for home soon. I was to be his last customer of the night. Why shouldn’t he close the parlor?
Bolstering my faltering resolve, I stepped before the massive craftsman and asked the next question on my mind, the one that would set our progress in motion.
“What should I do now?” I asked, trying to paste a brave front over my quivering faΓ§ade. “Do I lay on this table?”
The tattoo artist smiled, a disarmingly warm grin and shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’m afraid you’ll move too much on the table. You wouldn’t want to spoil your body art now, would you?” he asked.
I felt a tiny twinge in the pit of my stomach. Not on the table…well where then? I raised my eyes once more and noted that my practitioner was nodding in the direction of a large, overstuffed, leather chair stationed far off to the left and toward the back of the shop. “Over there,” he said, his voice deepening. “I have everything waiting for us.”
I swallowed noisily, an unladylike sound, and wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my clinging skirt. Over there? Was I to sit in a chair while this mini giant plied his trade? That couldn’t be, I thought as I moved slowly across the floor. How would he…
And then I knew.
It was not I who was to sit in the massive leather support. For as I watched, my eyes widening, the shopkeeper himself settled his heavily muscled body before me and motioned toward his lap.
“Just lay across my knees,” he smiled. “I won’t hurt you. It’ll be over much sooner this way, and you’ll have a better time of it.”
A “better time of it?” I wondered. What did that mean, and why was the knot in my stomach tightening so uncomfortably now?
Timorously, I placed my palm flat against my stomach, the rush of butterflies overwhelming now, and approached the object of my trepidation.
“Right here,” he directed, patting his massive thighs as though he’d done this a hundred times. “Just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”
I glanced furtively toward the door. This couldn’t be right! I should give up this folly and leave, but somehow I knew I couldn’t. His eyes, the same warm, brown orbs that had so assured me from the start now welcomed me into his lap…cajoled me to spread myself atop his knees and let him do what he would. And so, placing my reservations on hold I bent low and positioned myself in such a way as to make myself available to his ministrations.
He began to spread his knees almost immediately, a wider berth upon which to rest my quivering torso, and I felt my trembling toes leave the floor.
“Relax, girl, relax. I’m not going to eat you,” he chuckled. “Why don’t you call me Ben,” he added. “And what should I call you?”
My lips fused together in embarrassment. Did I want to know this man in such a way, I wondered? But, to avoid answering…wouldn’t that be worse?
“Virginia…Ginny,” stuttered, trying to sound more mature than I felt. “Is this how you want me?”
Now it was his time to pause, his hand resting heavily atop the thin, silken barrier that lay yet between us.
“Ahhh…yeah. This is fine,” he murmured. “I just have to lift this out of the way.” And with that he slipped his hand beneath my skirt and curled it up beyond my waist until my quivering flesh lay before him and my rounded orbs fell beneath his palm.
“Yeah. That’ll do it, alright,” he breathed. “Now I just have to make sure your skin is perfectly clean before I start.”
Thus saying, he began to rub his dampened hands over my flesh, warming it until I felt a curious moisture begin to seep from between my thighs. What was happening, I wondered in shock? I wasn’t supposed to react this way! What would Ben think of me?
Quickly I raised my eyes to gauge his reaction, but found the same smile still warming his features. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed, I prayed as I felt the trickle increase. Perhaps he…
But then I felt his fingers begin to search between my thighs, sliding…stroking…probing the source of my embarrassment. “You’re very relaxed now, aren’t you?” he questioned intimately. “Just enjoy, little Virginia. I can take care of all your needs tonight,” he smiled.
I should have pulled away…should have gotten up and headed home without the adornment I’d come so far to get, but somehow my willpower failed me. Ben would take care of my needs, I thought. Ben would take care of me.
Suddenly I became aware of a buzzing sound, a low hum as my maestro’s magic needle came to life. Then, sliding the fingers of his right deeply between my thighs he anchored me, using his left to apply the crimson point to my exposed buttock.
Pain!
I tried at once to squirm, but his right hand held me firm, curling deep within the unruly auburn thatch that crowned my untried womanhood.
Again I felt the warm gush of my juices against his hand and flushed in humiliation. Ben must think me wanton, I cringed, a plum ripe for the plucking. But yet I stayed, the warmth of his fingers eliciting sensations both new and exciting to my inexperienced flesh.
Once more the needle descended, but this time another touch overruled its sharp bite. Ben’s fingers, once caressing so randomly, now focussed on the small patch of flesh that heralded my inexperience.
“You’ve never been…’kissed’, little Ginny, have you?” he questioned, exploring the barrier between my thighs. “Your ‘flower’ is safe with me, Little One. Don’t worry. There are other pleasures that I can share with you tonight, ones that will leave this gift unopened until you give it to the man of your dreams.”
Again the prick of the needle assailed my senses, but this time Ben began to massage the tiny nub I so often caressed in the dead of night, when I felt the unrequited yearnings of my sex. But this was different…so different.
The needle continued it’s tortuous hum, pricking my flesh, but now I had lost all touch with its passage. My maestro’s fingers had caused me to tremble, to flow copiously between his thighs as he continued to abrade my sensitive clit. My legs quivered, my nipples hardening, ignored as they hung heavily over his lap. Oh. How I longed to feel the full, hard length of him, now pressing so prominently against my tender belly. How I yearned to feel him deep in my wet and yearning body!
Suddenly, his thumb, wet and dripping with my juices, pressed my maidenhead aside and probed deeply into my hungering depths. Oh the joy! I squirmed against him, urging him deeper…and deeper yet. I was in ecstasy! I prayed that it would never end!
And the needle droned on, bringing with it tiny droplets of my blood…a small price to pay for such an experience.
The master of the art continued to fondle the rigid hub of my desire, but now his thumb, so wet, began to moisten the furrow between my buttocks. What was this, I wondered? To what heights was my guide now taking me? But yet he paused, his needle continuing its muted progression as my passions rose with his silken torment.
Finally, I could stand it no longer, and my diminutive frame began to shake, my voice rising in wanton abandon as I gushed profusely into his palm. It was then I felt it…yet another pain…one which both tore and enticed my body in its determination. His thumb, so inviting before, now pressed insistently against the portal of my narrower passage, the tight ring of muscle that guarded my anal aperture. I squirmed, shaking my head. “No,” I murmured…or did I?
I began to wriggle my hips, to shy away from my tormentor, but it was to no avail. Again he pressed, forcing wide the opening with his thick, course thumb, plunging deeply into the darkness beyond.
Tears, at rest until now, began to foul my cheeks. Surely this man couldn’t want…
But he did, and again his thumb thrust deeper, beyond my tender sphincter, probing and plundering as he held me fast. I felt torn, abused, but then once again his fingers began their titillating torment of my clit, warming me, consoling me.
“Relax, Little Ginny,” Ben whispered. “If you relax it won’t hurt so much. You can enjoy it then.”
Won’t hurt so much? Won’t hurt so much! How could this sort of treatment not feel as though the devil himself was taking his due? And yet, as his fingers caressed my clit once more, and the warm liquid once again began to flow between my trembling thighs, I did relax and the tight muscular barrier that guarded my nether passage began to relax as well. Finally, the massive invasion to which Ben had subjected me began to warm beneath his thrusts and I accepted his digit with an almost a heated welcome. This wasn’t so bad, I reconsidered…it was becoming enjoyable, in fact.
The needle began its hum once more, and the sharp bite of his tool began to sting with renewed intensity. Once more Ben began to slather my furrow with the hot, wet effluent of my sex. Wantonly, I parted my thighs even wider to give my artist greater access. I knew what was coming, or did I?
This time, I felt not only his thumb, but his forefinger as well penetrate my delicate anus. I screamed! Surely I was being torn asunder with each thrust! And yet he continued to hold me fast, pinioning my hips as he pumped mercilessly into my pain wracked flesh.
“Relax, Little One…relax. I’m going to make you feel wonderful. Just let it happen, Ginny. Open up to me, girl…open up.”
And then something totally unexpected happened. He stopped, and lifting me in his arms he carried me behind the chair and draped my heaving frame over the back in such a way that my toes swung free, and my buttocks were at his mercy.
I struggled. This wasn’t happening, I told myself. It couldn’t be…and then I heard the soft snicker of his zipper, and the muted thud of his pants as they fell to the floor and pooled around his ankles.
I opened my mouth to protest, but found his hand, hard and massive, covering my lips.
“Shhh…Little Ginny,” He groaned. Give it a chance. You were made for this. Darlin’. Relax, and let me take care of you…”
Then, once again his hand searched between my dripping thighs for the wetness he desired. Would he touch me again, I wondered, hoping to feel his talented fingers once more leading me to nirvana. But, not this time…not this time. This time I felt his cock, rock hard and immense, sliding against my hungering slit…tempting me…teasing me until it too was covered with my flowing stream.
Then, he retreated, and in one massive lunge, he thrust once more against my anal opening, forcing the head of his monstrous tool deep inside the chocolate rose between my buttocks. I screamed, and screamed again, and again he pressed his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh…it’s okay. Trust me, Little Ginny. Just relax and let it happen. You’re going to love this. Just trust me.”
He paused for a moment to allow me adjust to his brutal invasion, and then he began to move. Slowly at first, my muscles contracting, trying to repel him with each thrust.
He grunted.
“Let me in, Girl. Relax.” He ordered, reaching between my thighs once more and stroking my clit. “That feels good now, doesn’t it? That’s it…relax.”
His fingers, so persistent, now led me to drop my guard ever so slightly, allowing Ben to take immediate advantage, plunging yet deeper into my poor, tortured flesh.
I whimpered.
Again he continued to stroke and massage his fingers over my throbbing clit, and once more I felt my defenses fall.
Another thrust, and he impaled his thick, hard member halfway into my stretched and tortured body. Oh, the pain, I wanted to scream, but only the muffled sound of my voice against the palm of his hand escaped into the silence of the room. Had there ever been such torment, I asked myself…had there?
Still he continued his maddening ministrations between my thighs. Touching, cajoling until I felt my release once more at hand. No, I thought…I couldn’t allow myself that luxury. What would he do if I…
And then the world began to shatter within me, and I felt my body abandon all control as I quaked, moaning beneath him.
Again he thrust, hilting his organ deep inside my poor inadequate flesh, but this time my screams were confused and ambiguous. Was I screaming in pain…or joy? I didn’t know.
All tenderness fell away now as his passions overrode his hesitancy. He became like a rutting beast, ramming the outrageous length of his thick, hard cock into my anus. My nails dug into the fabric of the chair to anchor myself…so hard and fast did he pound his body against mine. My breath came in ragged gasps. How long would this continue, I wondered frantically? How long…
And then he reached out and grasped my hips, his penetrating blows now threatening to tear me asunder. He groaned, a bestial sound as I felt him pause for a second. Then, with renewed vigor he assault escalated until every whimper became a shriek, and my very bones felt in danger of crumbling.
Suddenly he moaned, long and loud, and I felt his hot sperm flood my body, filling me, gushing from my anus in hot torrents and down my thighs as he slumped against me, limp and sated.
Silently I lay still beneath him, not sure whether I had been ravaged, or liberated. His cock, still embedded within me, began to soften now, leaving behind a yawning emptiness that had once wrapped itself about him. I felt a loss, an abandonment. Surely he would guide me to the summit once more, I hoped. But it was not to be.
“Your rose is finished, Little Ginny, and so am I, I’m afraid,” he said. You need to clean yourself up now, and get home. It isn’t safe out there at night anymore. You could run into anyone,” he said, caressing my cheek.
Slowly I nodded. He was right. I needed to get back to the dorm, and right away. People would be looking for me, questions would be asked. But tonight was something I wouldn’t…couldn’t share. I’d take this night to my grave, a silent memory, a distant swirl of cataclysmic passion…but no one would ever know.
As I slipped stealthily into my dorm, and slid between the welcoming sheets of my bed, I felt once more the tender ache between my thighs. Ben had opened my body to new experiences, my mind to my own sensuality. He would be remembered long past the healing of my flesh. He would be remembered each and every time I looked into the mirror at the bright crimson adornment on my left buttock.
He would be remembered as the man who gave me my rose…

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The Temptress: Chapter Two

Here is Chapter Two of my story, after all, I wouldn’t want to leave my readers hanging or wanting for more for too long. Hopefully, the response to these first two installments will be more positive than my first submission, β€œDeath Throes”. Please vote and comment so I know if I should continue to submit the chapters I have already written. . . .or not.
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Chapter Two
Feeling Amean pressing harder and harder against her hand, L’tirashin removed it from her slave’s crotch. After all, L’tirashin thought, it’s not about me pleasuring her, but her pleasuring me. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building just past her still sorely vacant cunt, deep in the core of her being. But it would still be some time before her cum would explode through her senses and required more intense stimulation than what she was being given to thrill her that much.
Taking Amean’s hands away from their luscious handiwork was not easy for the Night One to do since they were both enjoying it so much. Finally, L’tirashin placed her hands on Amean’s shoulders and pushed her firmly downward until her slave was kneeling before her. Standing with her feet shoulder-wide, L’tirashin grasped the back of Amean’s bald head and pushed her pretty face into her dark thatch of pubic hair. As she looked down at Amean’s bare, milky-white skin, standing in stark contrast to hers with its midnight-hued, L’tirashin became even more excited by the highly erotic sight.
The sudden lack of stimulation by her mistress’s hands made Amean whimper a bit for her own loss but she knew what her role in this coupling was: that of the dutiful slave. As she got down on her knees, Amean found her face abruptly shoved into L’tirashin’s hairy mound. The heady and musky scent wafting up from her mistress’s wet pussy was almost as intoxicating as fey wine would have been. For a few moments, Amean just rubbed her small, delicate nose against L’tirashin’s bush, letting the thick, wiry hairs tickle her nostrils. When her mistress pushed her hips forward to meet her, Amean stuck out her tongue and rubbed it against the very top of L’tirashin’s wet cunt lips and clit, quickly and lasciviously licking over every bit of flesh her talented lingua could reach.
By the Dark Ones! the demoness gasped in her thoughts. This elf is indeed a dancer! The way her tongue moves is wickedly delightful!
Amean reached up and cupped the Temptress’s tits and kneaded them somewhat roughly as her tongue continued massaging L’tirahsin’s pussy lips. It was a different kind of sensation, though a very pleasant and exciting one, for Amean to be holding a pair of breasts which were easily the size of hers and Simvanna’s combined. And how the nipples stiffened and lengthened until they were almost half as long as Amean’s little finger was an even bigger thrill.
After a few minutes of rolling and pinching L’tirashin’s big nipples between her fingers and even tugging gently on her piercings, Amean began drawing her hands down her mistress’s body. Down her ribs, across her tautly muscled stomach, over her hips, and around to L’tirashin’s tight, round ass. It was only when Amean’s hands encountered the base of the Temptress’s firm, strong tail that she was reminded of L’tirashin’s otherworldly origins.
How strange, the elven vassal thought as she continued feasting on the thick-as-honey nectar of her captor’s pussy, that a being so different from me could be so much like me. On that thought, Amean’s face broke into a wide, mischievous smile, even though L’tirashin could not see it. As stealthily as she could manage, Amean slipped one hand up to her mouth and gave her index finger a thorough and generous coating of their mingled juices. Sure of its wetness, Amean carefully positioned her hand behind her mistress’s ass, ready to give her a pleasure that she herself greatly enjoyed.
When Amean pushed her liberally wetted finger into L’tirashin’s unsuspecting anus, the demoness let out an audible gasp of surprise. Once again, L’tirashin was taken pleasantly aback by her slave’s nigh-expert pleasuring techniques. But, this time, it was the mistress who was smiling. Her new sex slave was not alone in being able to surprise a lover.
Amean’s tongue sloshed around in her mistress’s freely flowing pussy, delivering tasty mouthfuls of delectable cunt juice to her hungry oral orifice. At the same time, she was also slowly working her finger deeper and deeper into L’tirashin’s asshole. Amean had managed to get her digit in as far as the second knuckle and was not about to stop until her finger was probing deep within the Temptress’s ass.
It was while Amean was licking and sucking on her pussy that L’tirashin decided to give her sexually servile servant a surprise of her own. With the same adroitness exhibited by Amean, the Temptress silently slipped her agile tail between the elf’s shapely legs. Thanks to her centuries of libidinous experience, L’tirashin knew from instinct how to precisely position her extra appendage for the intrusion she wished to achieve. As the Night One felt the heat within her rising even higher, heralding the approach of what felt like an especially intense climax, L’tirashin flicked the tip of her tail through Amean’s wet slit and against her stiff clit.
To the demoness, her slave’s response was as immediate as it was predictable.
Amean’s surprise caused her to shove the remainder of her finger into L’tirashin’s asshole as her teeth bit down hard on her mistress’s clit. Amean was fearful of the violent reaction she fully expected for her clumsiness—but it never came.
Instead, L’tirashin was in a state of pure bliss. Perhaps she would add this one to her already considerable harem of love slaves. Amean was demonstrating that she had quite a bit of sexual talent and experience to her credit and it seemed such a shame to let it remain unappreciated and unenjoyed. To the demoness, it seemed as if many of her other “prisoners of love” had become a bit wearisome and boring.
Yes, the Temptress decided, as a wicked gleam came to her eyes. It’s been far too long since my harem has been as invigorating and exciting as it was. Perhaps now is precisely when things should change. And this one will make a good start on that change.
As another hot rush of heat raced through L’tirashin’s pussy, the demonic vixen let herself fall back onto her throne just as she felt her legs start to tremble a bit. On reflex, her wings spread wide behind her and gently cushioned her short fall and partially concealing the horrific chair from view. Not for a single moment did the demoness let her grip on Amean falter. As she half-sat/half-fell, she dragged her favorite new sex toy along with her, keeping her slave’s head locked against her cunt.
Being pulled forward by her mistress, Amean’s vaginal flower opened a bit further and was now mostly exposed to the penetration being perpetrated by L’tirashin’s tail. As soon as Amean’s knees touched the floor, she felt her pussy lips pushed open by the blunt end of her mistress’s tail. The sensation of that first moment caused Amean’s senses to swim wildly and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.
While the young elf had had a fair share of lovers in her life, none of them had ever thrilled her the way she was experiencing at that moment. The demoness’s tail looked and felt very much like a huge phallus but, unlike a normal cock, the Night One’s tail could flex up and down, left and right, touching places deep in Amean’s pussy never before reached by any other. It was even trying to push its way into her even deeper, past her cervix and up into her womb. The walls of Amean’s pussy were beginning to spasm and ripple as numerous small orgasms danced through her lithe body, leading up to what she was hoping to be the gut-wrenching climax she was longing for.
L’tirashin was feeling rather randy as Amean tongued her cunt but she also felt as if something was. . .missing. . .in the sex play going on. Gazing at the ceiling far above was all it took for the demoness to realize what that missing something was. She had nothing with which to occupy her own mouth and tongue. L’tirashin smiled an iniquitous smile.
“You!” she said, pointing at Simvanna. “Come here!”
From habit, Simvanna responded to the summons a heart beat before she was even aware she was doing so. There was no doubt in the elf’s mind as to why she was being called over; the Night One was wanting her to join in and make the two-some a three-some. While this distressed Simvanna some, refusing to take part would only invite the Temptress’s wrath. Silently, Simvanna quickly crossed the chamber to the throne.
L’tirashin was well aware of a great number of things about Simvanna aside from the intense hatred she harbored for the demoness. But the same thing could be said about all her slaves. Whether they were part of the household staff, common laborers in the fields, or workers in the mines, numerous magical items throughout the demoness’s stronghold—and beyond—kept her well informed of nearly everything going on, without being obvious or intrusive. It did surprise L’tirashin that the normally humiliating experience of the “cleansing bath” had had little to no effect in breaking Simvanna’s spirit, and likewise how the elf had managed to conceal that fact so well and for so long. But sooner or later, something in Simvanna would break. Either Simvanna’s strong will would ultimately wear away or the still prideful slave would openly defy her mistress. If it were the latter, L’tirashin knew she would have no other recourse than to. . .
But such thoughts were for a later time. Right then, it was L’tirashin’s wanton desires that needed to be satisfied, even if only for the moment.
As her sister had done, Simvanna hurriedly approached L’tirashin’s throne, her eyes steadily locked on the floor. She hesitated at the bottom of the steps for a moment before ascending. In the span of a few dozen fear-inspired heartbeats, Simvanna was at the top and standing beside the hideous chair, trying not to look the Night One in the eyes without her leave.
At the moment, L’tirashin was hardly concerned about such trivial formalities. What she wanted was to taste the sweet juices of another woman.
“Strip,” L’tirashin commanded. “Straddle my throne then lower yourself onto my face. I want to tongue your pussy. Now!”
The Tempress’s emphatic command made Simvanna move instantly. With haste, the elven slave got naked then gingerly placed her left hand and foot on the bone-crafted throne and held her breath. When nothing happened, she pulled herself up but was mindful not to step on her mistress’s wings. Simvanna placed a foot on both of the throne’s arms and steadied herself for a moment before lowering herself toward L’tirashin’s waiting mouth. Simvanna hesitated a moment when she came face to “face” with the skull mounted at the apex on the backrest of the throne, as well as being able to see those that comprised the wall. A shiver raced up Simvanna’s back. She was not only much closer to the gruesome seat than she ever had any intention on getting but she was actually touching it!
And what they were doing! To be having sex atop of what was more or less a mass grave felt so completely blasphemous that Simvanna was sure she would be spending her afterlife in some β€œspecial” place in the Ten Hells reserved for just such defilers. The mere thought twisted the knots in her stomach tighter. Simvanna had also opted to face away from her sister, as she was still having a difficult time with the image of Amean’s delicate flower being pummeled almost mercilessly. But, Simvanna did have to admit that it looked every bit as exciting as it was disturbing.
L’tirashin had very little patience for waiting when it came to matters involving her slaves. The demoness reached up, grabbed hold of her slave’s thighs and pulled her down onto her eager mouth. As her tongue swiped through Simvanna’s moistening slot for the first time, L’tirashin found herself in a forgiving mood and decided it had been well worth the momentary delay. As she knew they would, the elf’s juices had a delicate sweetness about them. It had been the dark sovereign’s experience that the love juices from dwarves, orks, and humans frequently had either a lightly tart or sour taste to them, but almost never an elf. L’tirashin considered that it was perhaps because of their reverence for, and close connection to, nature that could account for the phenomenon. Ultimately, she chose to just enjoy it as much and as often as she could, instead of needlessly pondering the matter.
On Tiaceor, humans were the inventive lovers, dwarves had delightful stamina, an ork could throw a mean fuck into a girl at the drop of a dagger, and elves could protract a single sexual encounter into lasting almost a full day. L’tirashin enjoyed them all. She even had a few unique love slaves for variety: a male and female centaur; a big, bull minotaur; and a beguiled, young sapphire blue dragon—for those times when she felt like being really, really naughty—were just some of those who rounded out her extensive harem quite nicely.
L’tirashin diddled her tongue rapidly against Simvanna’s clit, eliciting a moan of delight from her. The Night One’s own sounds of pleasure were muffled by her mouth being busy with Simvanna’s pussy, as were Amean’s with her mistress’s.
Amean had since switched tactics and was licking both L’tirashin’s cunt and anus; first one then the other, then across them both, making the Temptress gyrate, wiggle, and grind her pelvis against her tongue. For her part, Amean was thoroughly enjoying the fuck her mistress’s tail was giving her slick pussy. In and out it plunged, faster and faster with each stroke and feeling as if it was gaining the smallest fraction of an inch every time it invaded her inner regions.
Simvanna could hardly help what she was feeling as the amazing sensations being provided by L’tirashin’s highly skilled mouth and tongue flooded her senses, taking Simvanna to ever-higher plateaus of ecstasy. The elf cupped her small boobs, first massaging them then pinching her nipples until they were taut and pink and pointed straight out like tiny lances.
L’tirashin’s long, dark crimson lingua delved deep into Simvanna’s cleft, piercing her like a wet, flexible penis. From the way her orally captivated slave was beginning to ride her mouth, she knew it would only be a short time before she would be drinking down her sweet effusion. The Temptress smiled as her tongue continued to dart and swirl in and out of Simvanna’s cunt. As she had done with Amean, L’tirashin had a pleasant little surprise in store for Simvanna. The demoness’s little oral surprise always managed to take the breath away from her female lovers, as well as making them squirt all over her face.
Without a word, L’tirashin split her tongue in two as she held it just beyond the lips of Simvanna’s succulent pussy. As she plunged her now forked tongue forward, one of the two halves slipped back into Simvanna’s waiting snatch while the other started burrowing its way into her unsuspecting asshole.
Simvanna gasped loudly when the dual sensation crashed over her like a wave, making her raise up a tiny bit in surprise. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she let out a loud moan of delight. Never before had she experienced such a thrill! While her fear of the Night One had hardly diminished, Simvanna could scarcely deny the truth that her mistress knew how to lick pussy.
Amean was working her own tongue and finger very busily. At the same time, she was also thrusting her hips back harder and harder as L’tirashin’s tail slid in and out. In her mind, only two things mattered: orgasming on the Night One’s wonderful tail and supplying the best climax she could induce in her mistress.
The trio’s simultaneous cumming jolted through their bodies like crackling bolts of sexual lightning and their ecstatic screams sounded like a trio of wolvers raising their voices in tribute to Tiaceor’s moons.
Amean’s cunt juices were streaming down her thighs and the Temptress’s tail as the elf’s pussy convulsed and grabbed at the welcome intruder.
As L’tirashin came, her juices filled Amean’s mouth so full of her ebullition that it dribbled from the elf’s dainty chin as she tried valiantly to keep up with the flow.
Simvanna was sitting fully on L’tirashin’s face when thought that she was probably as close to suffocating L’tirashin as she would ever get ran through her mind. The willful elf smiled at the notion but kept on riding her mistress’s forked tongue, determined to force it inside her as deep as it could go, riding it as if it were a wriggling, double-headed cock. The sweltering heat of her orgasm hit her like a wizard’s fireball a moment later.
For a long while, the sexually replete trio just stayed where they were, quietly enjoying the afterglow between them. Previously fast-moving hands—and other things—now just caressed slowly and gently each other as light kisses were pressed against sex-flushed skin. As was usual, the demoness was the first to disengage herself from her lovers’ embrace.
“Mmmmm,” the demoness purred as she rose then offered her slaves her hands and helped them to their feet. “That was lovely.”
“Thank you, mistress,” the sisters said in unison.
“For providing me with such excellent sport, you may have the rest of the day to yourselves. But. . .” L’tirashin paused with a salacious smile on her lips. Seeing she held the rapt attention of her vassals, she went on. “Tonight, I desire the two of you to come to me again, in my private chambers, where we will explore as-of-yet untried avenues of pleasure.”
“As you command, my mistress,” Amean said with a genuine and exuberant smile. Despite the way they had been indoctrinated into slavery and being stripped so completely of everything (a divestment that still haunted her nightmares), perhaps many of the rumors Amean had heard about her mistress were either terrible exaggerations or outright lies. In the elf’s mind, she just could not see how someone who was supposed to be so wholly evil could understand the intricacies and nuances of love making as fully as the Night One. While the Temptress demanded absolute loyalty from all whome she commanded and ruled, it was no less than what she was due. Besides, there had to be some kind of order to obey and it was beginning to make less and less difference to Amean that it was the demoness who ruled over a part of the world.
Despite Amean’s enthusiasm, it was Simvanna’s silence that attracted L’tirashin’s notice even more. “What seems to be the matter, my slave?” L’tirashin asked as she placed her hands on Simvanna’s hips and lightly touched her forehead to the elf’s bald pate. Since L’tirashin stood as tall as a typical human male, this made her almost a full head taller than Simvanna. But the demoness may as well have been standing as tall as a tree before the elf. Simvanna could feel her fear beginning to re-assert itself and it was only because of her unbroken will that she was able to remain standing in the demoness’ presence.
A silent threat of death always hovered around L’tirashin like an invisible shroud. And even more so when she had taken a “special interest” in someone; much like the way she had with Simvanna.
“Weren’t you enjoying yourself just now, my sweet? Hmmmm?” L’tirashin delighted in watching the panic build in her slave’s eyes. She knew Simvanna reviled her very presence on this world and would gladly see the demoness destroyed if she could. Breaking the spirit of this one will be quite an excellent challenge, L’tirashin mused, and one I look forward to.
The strong-willed elf felt herself drawing inexorably closer to taking flight from the demoness but Simvanna knew she would never get very far. Even if L’tirashin let her run, she would probably be stopped in her tracks by the first magical or mundane trap she came encountered. Simvanna’s only two choices then would be either recapture or death. There was also the question of what would happen to Amean; the Temptress may choose to vent her rage on her sister, something the prideful elf would never forgive herself for allowing to happen. No, the near to despairing Simvanna thought, It would be wiser to remain. . .for now.
Just as Simvanna opened her mouth a little to respond, L’tirashin lifted Simvanna’s chin and forced a deep kiss on her flustered slave. As their tongues caressed each other, the demoness could feel her vassal tense up for the briefest moment before compelling herself to relax and “enjoy” the embrace. After a long, lingering kiss, L’tirashin released her.
“There,” the Temptress said with a satisfied smile. “Perhaps that will help you to make up your mind about joining your sister and I later.” With the same abruptness a change in the wind, so too did L’tirashin’s voice and manner. “Now, go!” she commanded the pair in an icy tone, as she dismissed them with a grandiose flourish of her hand. “I have matters of far greater importance to attend to than the likes of you.”
As the sisters bent to gather their cast-off dresses and take leave of their mistress, a gnarled, man-sized staff floated down from somewhere near the throne room’s dark and unlit ceiling and drifted silently into L’tirashin’s raised hand. In the blink of an eye, the demoness’s nudity was at least partially concealed by a tattered, blood red camisole that had been cut-off just below L’tirashin’s breasts. A matching loincloth did its best to conceal the Night One’s hairy bush but without much success. As Amean and Simvanna quickly made their way down the dais stairs and out of the chamber, L’tirashin addressed her remaining slaves.
“The rest of you are dismissed as well. You may return to finish up your chores, as well as the ones of those two, after evening fast.” Without uttering a word, the Night One’s slaves obeyed and vacated the room.
L’tirashin assumed her throne again but waited a long while before doing anything other than that, lest a prying eye or ear glean even the tiniest tidbit of knowledge that would be best left unknown—at least for the time being.
While she sat, L’tirashin took some time for contemplation. Her plans to bring this magic-rich world to heel under the control of her and her demonic brethren were moving ahead faster than she had dared dream. Within a century, Tiaceor would become a little pocket of the Abyss in the mortal realm!
But then, why was she feeling less than elated with her victories thus far? Even after all she had managed to accomplish, both on this world and back in the Everdark, why was she feeling so. . .alone? It was as if there was a permanent hole in her dark spirit that no amount of sex, power, or magic could ever fill.
Of course, she knew why.
And that emptiness would always remain.
It had been so long ago for her that it often seemed more like a life stolen from someone else rather then her own. Millennia ago, L’tirashin Jaduor: succubus; demon; War Mistress of the Doom Legions of Woeful Iscandar; and ruler of the nation of Demnos; had known true love. For the briefest moment, the Night One felt herself on the very edge of tears, something that had not happened since. . .
Enough!!! L’tirashin scolded herself. Remember: he betrayed you!!!
The Temptress straightened herself on her regal seat, regaining the composure she had almost lost. That life was ancient history on a world that no longer existed; an event she herself had witnessed. All that mattered was. . .now! And the future and her place in it. It was time for her to review her plans and. . .strike!!
As she lifted her enchanted staff, it glowed with a deep blue aura of power, streaked through with veins of scarlet. A moment later, all five of the audience chamber’s thirty-foot high doors slammed shut with deafening bangs and a like number of arm-sized keys turned themselves in their equally huge locks. L’tirashin then waved her magicked stave at the huge windows to her right. Rock suddenly materialized and sealed the openings from which she had enjoyed her earlier view of Xyn. Once assured of her desired privacy, L’tirashin finally summoned what she knew demanded such secrecy.
“Noakcha eeina shaamshi!” the Temptress commanded in the language of magic. The effect was immediate and breathtaking. In the middle of the vast chamber a lucent, ghostly image of the world of Tiaceor appeared. Each nation was represented by a different color and that country’s capitol was displayed as a shining blue-white star. Amid the brightly colored hues, only one nation, a whole continent was shown in black: Eleasheua. Demnos. L’tirashin studied the phantom planet as it hung silently in mid-air, slowly turning on its axis.
Yes. Far more important things to do, indeed.

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