Demon Lord 6: Garnet Tongue Goddess

by Morgan Blayde

  “Oh, believe me, I am.”

  “So big!” she whispered.

  “It’s why I’m under-tall. Nature put all her efforts into perfecting my best feature.”

  She stared me in the eyes, hungry, fuck-starved, and squeezed me with painful intensity. “Eat it all, or I will punish you!”

  “That’s my line.”

  She looked around to make sure no one was watching. “Are you really royalty?” she whispered.

  “Several times over, actually. How long are you going to choke my python? Not that I’m complaining.”

  “We can’t do this now. Later, after everyone is asleep, I’ll be back.”

  “Do you have a name?”

  “Aashi. It means smile.” Which was odd because she wasn’t smiling. “Can you can give it back to me?”

  “It’s a sure thing.”

  She shoved the plate into my hands. “Eat. You will need your strength.”

  I smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

  The plate had curry rice and some kind of meat-like substance drenched in a cream sauce, with a side of yogurt. The smell alone was burning my eyes. Still, I needed food. Fortunately, there was a bottle of water left within reach. I quickly finished the plate and bottle and slid them down to the floor with a rattle of chains.

  Another of the harem women approached. I drew back and relaxed, waiting for whatever was coming. She stopped a foot from the bed and spoke with a raised voice for the benefit of others. “Vile beast, I spit on you.”

  “Of course you do.”

  “I am Amla, the pure one.” She grabbed her tits and jiggled them for my benefit. “Look and eat your heart out, knowing I will never be yours...” She lowered her voice. “Until tonight. Be ready!”

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  She picked up my plate and bottle, simulated spitting in my face, winked, and strutted off with an over-pronounced saunter.

  An hour later, many of the woman had drifted off to their own beds. Only a few had private quarters of their own. The beds in view were canopy style, surrounded by frilly curtains. As lamps were dimmed for the night, shadows robbed the area of detail. I expected my half-dragon eyes to easily pierce the gloom. Surprise set in. The darkness defied me.

  An aftereffect of the poisoning? I wonder what else isn’t working right.

  I stared down at my penis. I wanted it to speak—as it sometimes did—to reassure me. My cock remained ominously silent. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t heard from my inner dragon lately either.

  Fuck, don’t tell me the unholy trinity is down to just me now! That would be just too cruel. Hey, dragon, wake up. You’re still inside me, right?

  A terrible silence answered.

  I’ve got to get out of here and get some help.

  A chain rattled as I lifted my left hand, holding it close to my face. I visualized the energy of my lifeforce, my chi, flowing up from my center of gravity below my navel. The channel was the same used by my raw magic as it circulated through my body, touching nerve and chakra centers. Drawing the chi usually brought magic along for the ride.

  I imagined a flush of raw power, a flash of gold fire in my palm. What I got was a wan glow and a weak glimmer of star-points. Most disturbing of all, the pure gold color was soured with a hint of tarnish green.

  What the hell!

  My armory used its own stored magic. I could still summon weapons. What sent a cold shiver up my spine was the idea that I could no longer activate my tattoo magic. Even just trying could be very bad, but I had to know for sure.

  Better use a lesser tat on low power for a low-key effect. Wait, who’s this?

  I dropped my hand to the bed, looking up as a thin, lithe woman approached. She had a red-brown mane the color of henna. Her body was wrapped in crimson silk edged in gold. Her voice flowed gently, a water-soft murmur. “I am Rishita; it means the best.”

  “Hah! I’ll be the judge of that.”

  But first, since I had a willing victi—uh—volunteer, I went ahead with my test. I sent raw magic into my Dragon Voice tattoo. I expected pain. Harsh, biting, tearing, rending, soul searing … fucking bad.

  I got the equivalent of a mild pinch. And nothing else.

  Rishita came to the bed and put a knee on the edge. Her hands came down, one on the mattress, the other on my chest as she leaned closer. She smelled peppery and floral, like white tea. There was also a hint of rose water. My nose worked very well; I could scent her arousal as well. “I am your present. Unwrap me.”

  I tried using the power of my command voice, holding up a shackled hand. “Take this off and it will be a lot easier.”

  She looked at me like I was stupid. “Not going to happen.”

  Fuck. Double fuck! This is so not good.

  She slid a bent leg across my body, straddling me. “Try your best.”

  There was a low-voiced growl off to the side. I looked that way and saw Aashi, the smile. She still wasn’t smiling. She tapped an agitated, slippered foot. Her fists were on her hips. She glowered at Rishita for skipping the line.

  If looks could kill… C’mon, girls, there’s enough of me to go around. I hope.

  Ignoring the voyeur, Rishita reached under herself, her hand vanishing between us. My cock was gripped and milked by her eager fingers.

  I mentally addressed my cock. C’mon, buddy, you were hard as a brick before my nap. Let’s see what you’re made of.

  My cock hardened, stirring slowly, but definitely coming to life.

  Oh, bless every fucking goddess!

  I looked over at Aashi, but she was gone. It was just as well. I wasn’t sure I could handle a three-some just yet.

  Rishita released my cock, grinding herself against me. She dropped her lips to mine, her kiss hard, demanding. She licked my lips and plunged her tongue into my mouth, determined to rape it.

  Steps approached the bed.

  The kiss broke as Rishita adjusted her position to gnaw my neck.

  I turned my head toward the newcomer.

  The head woman, Esha, loomed over us, her piled hair adding height, her jade eyes pools of light, mysterious, unfathomable. Her robe hung open. Between the perfect globes of her breasts, her gold-chain pendant glinted at me. She said nothing.

  Rishita’s tongue slithered down to curl around one nipple, then slide across to the other.

  My heart pounded. My cock grew ever harder.

  Esha lunged in—

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  TWENTY-THREE

  “Sex is my weapon of choice and my specialty.”

  —Caine Deathwalker

  Her trailing robes fluttered away, vanishing like a gossamer dream. Esha’s ass floated above my head. Naked, flesh like pale moonlight, she straddled my face, bouncing the mattress, bouncing me. Her sleek, hairless vagina descended from on high, drenching my senses with a sharp but pleasant—nearly citrus—scent not unlike sweat. Her grinding pussy lips started a slow, easy ride—though rough was obviously coming.

  I felt silk flowing across my lap as Rishita’s robes were drawn to the side, clearing the decks for action. Another present unwrapped, we were flesh on flesh. I noticed that both women were on the cool side with body temperatures lower than average, though they weren’t as cold as corpses. I chocked this up to their being nagi, with hidden reptilian natures.

  There were two alarming elements to this situation: one; fourteen women were in here, and all might show up to a gangbang with me as the guest of honor. Sickly as I was, my reputation might suffer. Two; there was a strong possibility that more than one woman in the throes of passion could shapeshift into serpent form. I could find myself literally crushed in the coils of multiple lovers.

  My inner dragon opened his golden eyes in the back shadows of my mind. The glow was weak, flickering. Like me, he wasn’t doing too well. His mental voice echoed thinly. No risk, no gain. No guts, no glory.

  Rishita shifted, impaling herself. Soft, damp folds enclosed me. She sighed deeply as I filled her.

  Ro
using from his coma, my cock spoke at last: Damn, I’ve died and gone to the Hell of Endless Pleasure!

  You wish. Welcome to the party.

  Rishita paused, adjusting to more cock than she’d probably ever had.

  My cock said: Just a statement of fact, don’t hate me because I’m awesome.

  My tongue lashed Esha, slipping into her folds, tasting her liquid tang, rubbing the small nubbin of her clit so that it hardened like a stone.

  When descending on my face, she’d first faced Rishita, but realizing that she wasn’t getting efficient stimulation, she’d broken contact to rotate and face the opposite direction. As Esha reseated herself on my mouth, I dug in, using the flat of my tongue instead of the tip to maximize her pleasure. My endurance was low, but these women were starved for sex.

  Satisfying them shouldn’t be a lengthy affair.

  Rishita humped slowly at first, but gained speed as her lubrication slicked my cock. A moan hung in her throat, then came words: “Oh, yesss. Oh, yessss.”

  She sounded like a talking snake.

  As if in competition, Esha moaned and swayed, forcing herself harder against my mouth. “Lick me, you vile monster. Lick me hard or I’ll … I’ll… Ummmmm!”

  Chains rattled as I grabbed Esha’s ass, holding her still. My fingers pressed deep, taking possession of her. My mouth surrounded her engorged clit, applying a constant suction as her juices coated my lips, dripping down my chin. She gushed and squealed and gushed some more. She shuddered. My lips held onto her clit through the first orgasm, keeping tension that encouraged aftershocks. They came quickly, a string of orgasms that seized up her whole body.

  Cumming a close second, Rishita’s silken channel contracted, a pulsing vise that urgently milked my seed. If she hoped to get knocked up, she’d be disappointed; years ago I’d had a magical Safe Sex tattoo added to my body that sterilized my sperm upon emission. I hadn’t wanted to fill the world with younger versions of me that I’d later have to battle or kill in my quest for universal domination.

  I hadn’t even told Izumi about this; she’d have sliced the tattoo off my skin to ensure a fey heir for herself. Women get weird that way after a few centuries, when they hear their biological clocks running down.

  Finally, both women collapsed, slumping on me, so much dead weight. Breathing proved difficult until I rolled Esha off my face. She kept going, winding up on the floor.

  I sat up, reaching for Rishita.

  My inner dragon said, Leave her alone. I’m not quite done.

  “You weren’t involved,” I said. “Cock and I did all the work.”

  While you were rutting, the dragon said, I used the intimate contact to flush some of the poison magic out of us. I may have picked up some of their nagi lifeforce in exchange.

  I felt Rishita’s neck, checking her pulse. If she were dead…

  Relax, my dragon said. These sea-snake nagi are even more poisonous than the African type. I’m sure they’ll just sleep off the poison magic. Probably won’t notice it at all. The main thing is, we’re getting stronger with each fuck. You have to keep going.

  I saw I wasn’t going to be given a choice. Aashi rushed the bed along with several other concubines. They grabbed my sexual partners and hauled them out of the way. Returning, the three fell on me with passionate cries of desire. A pair of tits were stuffed in my face. Elsewhere, lips kissed along my inner thigh until a tongue rasped across the underside of my balls where my Safe Sex tattoo hid. Another mouth inhaled my flaccid cock, trying to raise the semi-dead.

  I begged. “Please, girls, I’m not well. I’m going to need at least ten minutes to recover.”

  The mouth slavering over my cock paused. “We’ll see about that.”

  Another voice said, “We don’t have that much time. A line is forming.”

  I’m elected guest of honor at my own gangbang. Wonderful.

  My thickening cock called to me. Endure it, laddie-buck, as will I!

  A tear formed in my eye. Your courage shames me, and will be noted in the annals of demon clan history.

  My inner dragon bowed his head, as if to a fallen comrade, also addressing my cock: Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

  The mouth on my cock licked the underside. The tongue swirled around the purple head. A tongue tip flicked over the tiny opening I piss through. I was swallowed again, sliding down a wet, warm maw to the back of a throat. The woman’s throat muscles convulsed, swallowing. I made the turn so she could deep throat me.

  My swollen cock choked her in a battle for domination.

  The woman sucking on my ball sack was getting carried away, too. Her gentleness evaporated. The line I felt between pleasure and pain vanished. In retaliation, I bit a nipple that had invaded my mouth, but didn’t draw blood. The owner of the tit cried wordlessly, wrapping her arms tighter around my head. She rocked, pounding her sex against my stomach as if I had a second, available cock standing by.

  I thought: Seriously, someone’s going to die here.

  The arms around my head weakened, going cold. The woman hissed. Tremors shot through her, not the sexual kind. She was shifting, losing control in her excitement. The tits dwindled, the chest flattening. Her skin textured, going hard and scaly. She’d be a full-blown snake soon.

  With the aid of my returning dragon-strength, I threw her off me. She hit and rolled into the waiting crowd.

  Sorry, I don’t cross species lines.

  I had a hot red-head lawyer who was a wolf in moonlight, but I only did Angie—or the were-kitties—when they were human. One of my few rules.

  Coming up for air, the woman who’d swallowed my cock took a few deep breaths. Her enthusiasm hadn’t killed her after all. A string of saliva connected her lips to my member. She said, “Thanks, that rocking was really getting annoying.” She rotated and straddled me so we were facing each other. She gripped and aligned my cock for entry elsewhere. “It has just been way-too-damn long. Hmmm. Speaking of long…”

  She sank on my pole, taking the whole monster inside her. I bottomed out, so deep I stretched her cervix on impact. Her wincing told me there was pain, but she rode up and down so that I kept bottoming out.

  I remembered a lesser known fact; there’s a G-spot in the soft tissues of the cervix. Done in a controlled manner, bottoming out was like lighting a fuse on an orgasm for women who could handle it.

  From the waist up, I fell back, relaxing on the bed, clanking my chains in the process.

  From the way she speeded up and the “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!” rising up her throat, I knew she was about to blow. She did, taking me with her. My balls tightened. I erupted.

  The ball-sucking aficionado took a break at last.

  The woman riding my cock clenched my cock with her vagina, convulsions shaking her like an epileptic. She relaxed, going with the experience, not fighting it. This meant that instead of a string of orgasms, the double G-spots stimulation produced one long, toe-curling quake of ecstasy.

  As my much shorter climax passed I took control of our coupling, pounding into her vigorously—pushing her overload button to the max.

  This was an opportunity to beat my personal best record for once inducing a seventeen minute orgasm. That experience had been with a human who’d nearly stopped breathing, melting into a boneless puddle. I’d gotten up to make a sandwich, had finished it off, and returned to find the orgasm still going strong. After it subsided, my partner had forced herself up long enough to punch me. Hard.

  No good fuck ever goes unpunished.

  The woman currently impaled on me drooled, her eyes rolling back so they showed only the whites.

  My inner dragon called to me: Okay, you can let her off the ride; she’s absorbed her share of the poison magic. Her lifeforce has helped stabilized us, too.

  I felt a few more whispers of strength breezing through me, my raw magic gaining potency. I was far from well but felt much less vulnerable.

  The sound of struggles drew my attention to the waiting women. Severa
l of them were preoccupied by the giant snake they were restraining with great effort. Several of the women had gone half-nagi to boost their strength. In some case, there was a confusion of exactly whose tail needed to be controlled.

  I was happy to see the situation escalate. I definitely needed recovery time or my dick was going to fall off.

  The third woman, who’d been laving my balls, shoved her friend off my cock.

  I glared at her. “Oh, come on. There are limits, you know? I can’t do my best work under these circumstances.”

  She stared at me, biting her lower lip, one hand on my wilted cock, shaking it a little. “You can do it! I believe in you.”

  “Go ride a dildo, and come back in an hour.”

  Her face turned hard and ugly. Her snake eyes glowed a yellowy-orange, the black slit pupils very pronounced. Her hand tightened on my member.

  I winced.

  My cock screamed. Someone, please help me!

  The nagi flashed fangs in warning. “You are going to do me. Or else!”

  “Foreplay! We can cuddle a little, work up to…”

  “Now!” she screamed.

  My cock objected with a voice close to tears: What am I, just a beautiful piece of meat? I feel so … used.

  A soothing calm settled over me. I’d been pushed into a corner and left without options. I smiled at the needy bitch, knowing I’d simply have to bite her with fifty-three million volts. I’d feel bad about that; she was a real good ball-licker. Not a lot of women go into that as a specialty.

  I reached for my magical link to my Malibu armory, visualizing a pair of VIPERTEK VTS-989s that I keep charging there. The non-slip, rubber-coated stun guns were compact, each with a built-in LED flashlight and a set of spike electrodes—my version of fangs.

  As my abdominal muscles lifted me to a sitting position, I pulled the weapons to me through the ether. “Fine, you want to be fucked, you’ll get fucked.”