Just to let everyone know, this is a work of FANTASY. All the characters within are FICTIONAL. While we all wish we could have big-breasted beautiful sex demons fuck us, we can't.
Oh, and if you're disgusted with this stuff... what are you doing here?
The Demoness' Lair #1 by Kyle
An air of melancholy had hung over the Mitchell house during the two weeks since Maria Mitchell died at the age of 34. Her death had been unexpected, Maria was survived by Carl, her husband, age 36, and Laura, her daughter, age 17.
Each of them coped with their loss in a different way. Carl fell into an almost mechanical routine, thoughtlessly carrying on with the motions of his life before his wife's death. Laura, however, was more obviously affected and fell into a depressed funk, staying inside and often missing classes over feigned sicknesses.
Carl's saving grace was Tyler, a friend of his from high school. Tyler appeared one day, out of the blue, and convinced Carl to go out with him for a few drinks. He had an enjoyable, normal night and even flirted with a few women at the bar.
The next day Carl finally broke out of his trance. He called into work and took the day off to finally clean the house so he could move on. Laura tried to convince her father to let her stay home with him, but Carl knew that Laura's continuing depression would only drag him back down.
With Laura gone, Carl set to cleaning. First, he cleaned and straightened the house, while doing laundry, which took about two hours. Then, he set to organizing and boxing Maria's things, jewelery, books, everything went into boxes. As Carl folded and boxed Maria's lingere, he couldn't help but imagine, momentarily, how good Laura would look wearing her mother's lingere.
Underneath Maria's side of their bed, Carl found an ornate box he'd never seen before. Inside was an unmarked notebook with a much wrinkled cover.
Opening the notebook to the first page, Carl found a mantra-like verse in Maria's handwriting:
"The mistress of lust.
Her pleasures a must.
In the realm of eternal ecstasy.
How long will you stay.
Not long if you stray.
Lust, Envy, Greed.
One night, one day, one life."
The passange confused Carl, so he flipped the few pages to the last entry.
"I know I should not go, my soul will be lost forever, but the world has lost it's pleasure compared to the realm of eternal ecstasy. I am not alive if her lips aren't on me. I am afraid to say, that even making love to Carl has lost it's flavor when compared to her sublime pleasures. I long to join the rest of the sex-addicted wretches for eternity, an eternity of pleasure."
Carl sat in stunned silence before disregarding the account as the fevered carrying on of a dying woman and set back to cleaning the house, dumping the notebook into the trash. With his newfound vigor, Carl was done with the master bedroom by the time Laura returned from school. The two of them ate quietly, only passing some half-hearted banter about what happened to Laura at school.
As Carl lay in bed that night, thoughts of the notebook intruded on his sleep. He pushed them away, but they kept coming back. 'Is it for real?' Carl thought, 'Of course not, but can I afford not to know for sure?'
Having convinced himself, Carl rose from his bed and retreived the notebook. He turned to the first page and crawled back into bed. Flicking on the bedside lamp, Carl read the mantra three times, as indicated by the directions on the page and was asleep before he knew it.
When Carl awoke he looked upon a sky of the deepest crimson. He was lying on an immense four post bed dressed with only the most luxurious red and black silks and satins.
Every sort of extravagent furnishing populated the room. However, Carl had eyes for only one thing; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She stood stark naked in the middle of the room. At first her back faced Carl, but he could tell her skin was the darkest char black with luxurious white hair spilling down her slender, toned form, just touching the top of her taut round cheeks where the crevice of her ass began. As she slowly turned, Carl got a cock hardening silhouette of her amazingly perky DD cup breasts. Carl saw more than a hint of fangs when the mysterious woman flashed him a smile, her perfect, pearl-white teeth standing out against her black skin.
From top to bottom, she was as gorgeous from the front as from behind. Carl took his time to study her as she strode across the room to the bed. Her nipples were the color of blood and seemed to point directly at him, the color carried over to her areoles, which faded to the black of her skin. Her skin was stretched tight over her midsection, giving her an undenyably attractive, washboard-flat stomach. Naked as she was, the woman made no attempt to cover her sex, which showed bright crimson through the folds of her pussy lips.
"Hello Carl," she said as she climbed onto the bed next to him. There was something in her voice, like the rumbling of a large cat, that resonated in Carl's groin and brought his cock to a full erection, "Do you know who I am or where you are?"
Entranced, and lost in the building pressure in his pants, Carl slowly shook his head no.
"I am the Mistress of Pleasure and you are in the Realm of Eternal Ecstasy. My home, your playground," without further ado, the Demoness almost slithered on top of Carl, siezed his head and brought their mouths together.
Carl was immediately and completely entrenched in the Demoness' power. Their lips locked for upwards of five minutes, at the direction of the Demoness. She started with a benign, lip-to-lip kiss, slowly invading Carl's mouth with her tongue. She explored his entire mouth and allowed him to do the same. By the time their mouths parted, the kiss was frantic. The pair nibbled on each other's lips and saliva poured down Carl's face, puddling around his head.
While Carl panted heavily, attempting to get his breath back the Demoness grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up his body. She arched her back and ground her pelvis into his hard on, stomach and chest before straddling his face. The first trickles of her fluid running down the inside of her thighs escaped Carl's notice, he watched, rapt, as the Demoness' pussy slowly pulled apart, opening and appearing to bloom like a flower.
Carl could see the taut tendons beneath her toned flesh and watched the crimson pussy draw ever nearer as the Demoness allowed her knees to slip further and further apart on the smooth sheets of her bed. She stopped expertly, with her pussy barely grazing Carl's face. The sight and sent was too much for Carl to resist and he inclined his head slightly to make contact with the folds above him. Carl started by kissing the open cunt, then slowly licking it from bottom to top, sometimes starting by grazing his nose against the Demoness' exposed clit. Carl had her moaning in pleasure before he started tweaking her clit with his hand and fucking her with his tongue, as deep as it would go.
She came with a rush, screaming her pleasures to the sky. Carl patiently lapped up her juices as she came down, inciting an aftershock with his ministrations. It was during that orgasmic aftershock that Carl felt two pinpoint pains in his tongue, deep within the Demoness' cunt. Surprised, Carl pulled his tongue out and his face away from the Demoness. A black serpent came with him.
A sensation of sexual agitation, similar to the early build up to orgasm, began to emanate from Carl's tongue. The Demoness addressed it, chuckling, "Good, I see you've met Lust. He'll be your first and most powerful vice. Relax, enjoy it, there is no more powerful aphrodesiac than Lust's venom."
The serpent detached itself from Carl's tongue and slid beneath his shoulder, wrapping around his arm until it came to his hand, where it once again bit him. Carl could feel the same pleasurful sensation begin to spread up his arm. The Demoness slid her pelvis back down Carl's body, the serpent completely detaching itself from her pussy as she moved.
The Demoness pressed the erect nipple of one enormous tit against Carl's lips while the serpent detached itself from his arm and once again traveled his body. Carl was bitten eighteen more times as he dutifully attended the Demoness' tits, sucking, licking and biting to her enjoyment. It was only moments after he took the first nipple into his mouth that Carl decided the venom really was the most potent aphrodesiac, from the pleasure coursing through his head and the moans from the Demoness, Carl was inclined to believe he was experiencing at least as much pleasure as the Demoness. Carl came four times, with the aphrodesiac in full effect his cock didn't even need to acheve a full erection before blowing a load into his trousers.
"GOD!" the Demoness' shouted as she wrenched her breast from Carl's mouth, he simply opened his mouth, asking for more. "Impressive, human. How would you like to fuck me before I send you home?"
Carl absently nodded his desire and the Demoness repositioned herself, face between Carl's legs, and unzipped his pants with her mouth. Carl's cock, already soaking with his own sperm, sprang to attention at the promise of penitrating the beautiful Demoness. She carefully took the entire member into her mouth and cleaned it before once again crawling atop Carl and positioning the member against her eager cunt. The serpent moved in a circle around Carl's cock, the soft scraping of its scales building up to the straight fuck the Demoness now offered Carl.
The Demoness moved in a rough loop, pulling herself up Carl's stomach until he nearly popped out of her pussy, then arcing out and slamming down against Carl's groin. The Demoness continued this for some time, interspersing it with bouncing on the rigid member, until she could feel Carl approach his largest orgasm of the night. She expertly pumped herself a few more times, placing Carl right on the edge of orgasm before sliding off his cock.
If the sensation of the Demoness sliding off his cock wasn't enough to send him over the edge, the bite of her serpent certainly did. Carl sprayed load after load of cum down the throat of the serpent. The venom induced his orgasm, which caused the serpent to expel more venom, which caused him to come again, and so on. Carl found himself locked in an infinite loop of pleasure, each orgasm more intense than the last. Carl's eyes began to blur and his body began to numb and the sensations of pleasure faded into the recesses of his memory.
Only minutes after her father fell asleep, Laura made her way to her bathroom. She sat on the toilet, tweaking her nipples while she peed. Aside from a few isolated incidents before, Laura had almost had a sexual awakening since her mother's death. A slew of boys at school had tried to "comfort" her after her loss, but each one was after the same thing, sex. Not that Laura didn't feel she needed some of that too, but it quickly became old. She was tired of the same hollow pickup lines, day after day after day.
Not for the first time that day, Laura removed the scrap of paper from her pocket and pondered how she should respond to it. Sara, one of her best friends since elementary school was bisexual, and had offered to help Laura with some friendly exploration, since she obviously wasn't finding what she desired in men. The paper was an invitation to Sara's house, explaining that her parents were in Vegas together.
Laura finished up in the bathroom and washed her hands, but instead of returning to her bedroom she quietly approached her father's bedroom, rapping lightly on the door. She listened intently and knocked one more time before making her mind up. With sweats over a set of lacy underwear Laura had purchased for herself she set out for Sara's house.
Sara's house was a sprawling one story ranch, which made accessing her bedroom all that much easier. Laura lightly rapped on Sara's window and waited for her friend to wake up. It was a surprisingly short few moments before Sara's face appeared, as soon as she recognized Laura she raised one finger, telling her to wait, and dissappeared inside.
Sara was a little shorter than Laura. With raven black hair and a petite figure she was just as attractive. Laura had a hard time pinning down Sara's bust size, she knew Sara's breasts were smaller than her own, but they almost seemed to change on a whim.
"You could have rung the doorbell, no one's home, silly," Sara emerged from the back door wearing a black sweatshirt and pjama pants that Laura soon discovered clung alluringly to her friend's ass crack.
"I... I know, force of habit," Laura attempted to chuckle off her nervousness as she followed her friend inside.
"So it's that bad, eh?" Sara made conversation as the pair navigated the darkened house to Sara's room.
"Well, yea. I've gotten pretty sexual, but these jocks just use me. And home life isn't any reprieve, it seems that my dad has moved on, but I can't get over it!" Laura quickly clamped her hands over her running mouth, "Sorry."
"Don't worry, that's why I invited you here," Sara opened the door to her room and motioned for Laura to enter. Sara's room was different, like Sara. Sara wasn't a Christian, Laura wasn't sure what she was, but her room reflected that, enumerable candles provided the only light and books were stacked all over the place.
"I knew you would come," Sara smiled as Laura found a seat on the side of her bed.
"I.. um... what do we..." Laura stumbled around breaching the subject of sex with her friend, but Sara stepped in.
"Well, first, I think you need to relax," Sara handed her a small, hand-rolled cigarette, "Don't worry, it's not pot. It'll just help relax you and put you a little more... in tune."
Laura lit the cigarrette off a candle flame and inhaled like it was a joint. Laura and Sara passed the cigarrette back and forth a few times until it was gone.
Sara turned to a chest of drawers behind her, rummaging through a drawer while she instructed her friend, "You'll probably want to undress now.". The noises sounded musical and almost preternatural to Laura under the influence of the drug Sara had given her.
"First, Laura, you need to be comfortable with yourself," Sara turned from the drawer and held out a rubber dildo, "The first thing I want you to do is get yourself off. However, don't just ram it in and straight fuck until you come, get into it, enjoy yourself. The herb will help."
Hoping Sara was right, Laura tenatively took the dildo from her friend. She could tell it was green now that it was closer to herself in the poor lighting.
'Well, I suppose it's got to be lubed first,' Laura thought.
Laura choked up on the shaft and started licking the top of the shaft, rolling her head back and forth like she'd seen in a porn video. Soon, Laura was slowly pumping it into her mouth, letting the saliva run down to her hands. Laura felt it was slick enough and pressed it against her cunt, but the spit slick surface popped out of her vagina, grazing her clit as it went. Laura gasped, but returned to work, this time with her other hand working her clit.
Laura was so into her masturbation that she failed to notice Sara moving back to the drawer. Laura was building quickly, riding a bolt of lightning between her legs when Sara fitted her with two nipple clamps, sending her over the edge.
"Sara," Laura panted, "That was better than any guy yet!"
Sara smiled at her practically glowing friend, "I'm sure it was. The great thing is, you don't need the drug for it to be that good, you just need to learn how to get into it," Sara removed her shirt and offered Laura her hand pulling the blonde to her feet. The two girls were standing so close their breasts were touching. The cold metal of the clamps hardened Sara's nipples almost instantaneously.
There was no more talking. Sara drew her friend's head down till their lips met, it was like magic. A tingling coursed through each girl, exciting them and starting the first of many rivulets down their thighs.
The kiss was sublime, but Laura wanted more. She wrapped one hand around Sara's back and held a breast to her mouth, finding Sara's moist cunt beneath her panties with her other hand. Laura soon discovered that pulling on Sara's nipples with her teeth caused a slightly delayed contraction of her friend's pussy. Laura quickly found a rythm, pulling on Sara's breast then pumping her fingers into Sara's cunt against the contractions. Sara's screams became more and more insistent until she came, her scream elevating and dropping off rapidly.
For a few moments Sara just leaned against Laura, recovering her breath. Then she pointed to her bed, and with a mischevious grin said, "My turn."
Laura laid face up on Sara's bed, watching the more experienced girl above her. Sara started by removing the clamps from Laura's punished nipples, the throbbing sensation made Laura sigh contentedly. Next, Sara delved into her own pussy, returning with two cum soaked hands. She began slowly massaging her cum into Laura's breasts, knowing the warm liquid would have something of a soothing effect on Laura's breasts.
Laura was most certainly enjoying the attention her friend was giving her tortured breasts, she moaned and writhed whenever Sara's hands touched a particularly tender spot. Laura writhed in ecstasy for over fifteen minutes under Sara's expert guidance, the orgasm was a low, rumbling, eternity filling wash of pleasure.
"I... I.. didn't know you could do that..." Laura panted, "You didn't even touch my pussy!"
Sara was smiling, "Yep, all it takes is some patience and experience, but I'm not done yet."
Laura's head collapsed back onto the couch as Sara knelt between her legs, kissing her navel and down to her clit. Sara's grip was like a vice when Laura started writhing for real. Where her last orgasm was deep and long, just the sheer pleasure building up to this one was much more powerful than her last one. Laura could feel, almost in freeze frame, each and every lash of Sara's tongue in her cunt. The pleasure felt like a strobe light, and finally Laura came with a stop-motion orgasm.
"That one, however, was the drug. As it begins to break down its effects, and any pleasure at all, become pulsated, so don't expect one like that too often," it was all Laura could do to nod in response to her friend's explanation.
Laura and Sara continued for several more hours, sharing intense, long, and simply earth-shattering orgasms. Laura still managed to return home before her father woke the next day.
Carl burst awake, the memory of the Demoness' pleasures fading like a dream. However, when he got up to get a cup of water he felt the tug of loads of drying cum attaching his member to the bedsheet. When he pulled back the cover, he found a small, black cord coiled around his cock and ballsack. Closer inspection, however, revealed the snake-miniature's head and teeth, buried in his cock.
Carl cried silently, weeping inside his head for his lost Maria.
To be continued...
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