Demon Lust

by Raisa Greywood

  When the soap stroked between her legs, rubbing over her slick, swollen flesh, it was all Lyana could do not to cry out. Her fingers tensed, her body arching beneath Leonard's touch and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression as her body came alive for him. Fingers replaced soap, sliding between the folds of her pussy, feeling the slickness that had nothing to do with the liquid she was sitting in. The tip of his finger teased the entrance to her body, and she moaned before she could stop herself.

  Then his hand was moving down her legs, leaving her uncompleted and squirming. Lyana opened her eyes to see that Leonard had moved down by her legs, his smile far too innocent to be anything but truly wicked as he began to wash her legs. Her body thrummed as he completed her bath, even gently washing her hair and massaging her scalp with talented fingers, draining the tension from her body. Under his ministrations it was all too easy to forget her troubles, her worries, even her goals seemed fleeting and insignificant. Her mind was fuzzing, but her body was coming alive with a vengeance.

  He helped her from the tub, holding her hand as if he was a gentleman helping her step down from a carriage, before he began drying her off with the provided towel... and his tongue. A long, flexible tongue that was obviously demonic and not at all human. It flicked water droplets from her breasts and stomach as he dried her hair and back, his hands rubbing down the curves of her sides with the towel. Every rasp of his tongue across her sensitive nipples made her knees feel weak and she put her hands on his shoulders to help support herself.

  Dropping the towel to the floor, his hands went between her legs, traveling up her thighs to cup her buttocks, spreading her legs apart so that she was forced to lean back and balance on the hands that were creating a kind of seat for her, completely relying on him to hold her. It was a maneuver that she doubted any true human male could duplicate for any real length of time, yet Leonard's muscled body didn't have a single tremor as he held her entire weight on his hands. For her own peace of mind, because she felt completely vulnerable and off balance, Lyana threaded her fingers through his dark, wavy locks of hair, gripping his head tightly. The position and her open legs spread her pussy open for him, like an offering.

  That impossibly long, thick tongue rubbed between her sensitive folds and she cried out, her fingers clenching tighter on his hair as her head fell back. The touch of his rough tongue sliding between her creamy flesh was inexpressibly intense, taking the kindling of her passion and setting it alight. Between her ivory thighs his dark head moved up and down, eagerly sucking and licking at her damp flesh, tasting her essence. Locked in place by his hands, Lyana could do nothing but moan and writhe as he feasted upon her. It was different from being pleasured by Kirra, the whore that she'd saved. Leonard's touch was rougher, more demanding, more potently masculine.

  Lyana's legs and toes curled as her back arched, her hips moving slightly even in his tight grip as she began to ride his lips. Something pressed inside of her, thick and long, much more flexible than his rigid cock, and she realized that he was fucking her with his tongue. The fleshy appendage wriggled inside of her, eliciting sensations that she'd never experienced before as it began to thrust like a cock, although with its own thrashing movements that a rigid erection would never be able to duplicate. Moaning, gasping, Lyana felt her will dissolving as she submitted to Leonard's oral assault, her resistance melting away as she gave herself over to the pleasure that he was creating, the need that was rising.

  As if he could sense her surrender, Leonard intensified his efforts, and Lyana made a high keening noise as a steady suction began on her clit, pulling and suckling the bundle of sensitive nerves.

  "Ohh… no..." She barely recognized herself in the breathless cry, the shocking discovery that she wanted him to continue, that if he stopped now, she would beg him to put his mouth back on her and finish what he'd started. "Leonard!"

  The vortex of pleasure whirled and sucked her in, her gasping cries falling like raindrops in a storm that assaulted her senses and left her breathless. The burgeoning ecstasy flowed through her with every thrust of his tongue, every sucking of her clit as she writhed in his palms, overwhelmed by her passion. He laved attention over her, stroking her insides, feasting upon her with enthusiasm as she dripped cream into his mouth. Lyana rocked against his lips, her pussy convulsing around his tongue, which wriggled and flowed inside of her with every spasm of her inner walls, impossible to clamp down on.

  As the rolling waves of rapture began to subside, Leonard's tongue began to withdraw from her body and back into his mouth. The suction on her clit continued as she rode out the last tremors of her orgasm, her cries dwindling to soft mewlings as she helplessly quivered in his hands. Hungrily, his tongue lashed along her slit, drawing a last few shudders from her.

  While she was still dazed, still hazy from the sensuous pleasure, Leonard swept her up in his arms. Strangely, she felt rather safe there, nestled against his chest as he strode towards the bed. She didn't even think of struggling or resisting. Then he tossed her gently onto the bed and crawled after her, his arms and legs creating a fortress around her body; she saw the predatory look in his strange eyes and remembered fear again.

  Lowering his head to her nipple, he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth and bit down with teeth that were too sharp to be human. Fortunately, he was gentle enough not to cause true pain, but he made her body dance that line as he rolled the tender flesh between his teeth, suckling it deeper into his mouth so that he could flick it with his tongue. Lyana whimpered and wriggled, reaching up to smooth her hands over the silky flesh of his shoulders, one hand curving around the back of his neck and tangling into his hair again. The smoothness of his skin was as unnatural as his eyes, the contours of his muscles shifting beneath her fingers.

  Lightning flashed through her body as he shifted, moving his mouth to her other nipple, leaving the abandoned one wet and swollen in the cool air. Despite the satisfaction he'd brought her with his tongue, Lyana found her hips rising again, surging upwards in search of something to press against as fire began to hum through her veins again. The sucking on her nipples fanned the flames, her legs spreading outwards until they were forced to stop by Leonard's, his own limbs a barrier keeping her tucked beneath him. As he continued to lave and tease her breasts with his mouth, her wriggling became more desperate, the burgeoning desire between her legs becoming more insistent.

  "Leonard..." She moaned his name, pleading in her tone.

  "What do you want, Lyana?" As he asked, his long tongue slid between her breasts and up to her neck, caressing the slim column with that agile appendage. Unlike a human he didn't need to move his head for such a maneuver, and she shivered with both lust and a kind of revulsion at this inhuman display. It would be dangerous to forget that Leonard was a demon and did not have the same appetites or motivations that a human male would, and yet she constantly found herself in danger of doing so when he appeared in this form until he did something so completely unnatural that she was reminded.

  Folklore held that one should never beg or plead with a demon, because it would give the demon more power over you. But Leonard already had all the power in the world over Lyana, she'd offered him her body and her soul to do with as he pleased and marked that bargain with a rite of passage that had brutally ravaged her of all three of her virginities. So she need not fear pleading with him, because there was no more power for him to take; he already had it all.

  "Touch me." As she spoke her hips lifted again, her back arching as she clung to him with her hands, her fingers digging into the flesh of his neck and shoulder. "Please..."

  "I am touching you." His tongue flicked across one of her budded nipples, making her moan as the spark of sensation further ignited her core without doing anything to quench her need.

  "More..."

  "Where?" His voice came out in a hiss and if she'd looked into his eyes she would have seen gleaming triumph in them. "Show me."

  Hesitantly the hand on hi
s shoulder dropped down to her own body, her eyes closed as her cheeks flushed hot with shame and humiliation. But she skimmed her hand down over her body, down to the mounded thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs, and she moaned as she slid her fingers into the soft folds located there. Molten heat coated her fingers as she touched herself, she marveled at the copious amount of fluid that her body had produced, the strange sensation of her own fingers rubbing against her soft flesh.

  Then something hard and hot nudged against her folds and Lyana's eyes flew open as Leonard began to press his cock into her, between her fingers and the folds of her pussy. His eyes locked onto hers, freezing her the same way she had frozen the soldier just that morning, compelling her to look at him, so that he could see into her very soul as he penetrated her. Sucking in her breath, Lyana felt her legs automatically part further, widening her stance to accommodate the demon's impossibly thick cock. He felt huge against her hand, far too big to fit inside of her, and he yet pushed himself deeper with small, forceful thrusts. Panting, she could feel the wobbling rise and fall of her breasts as she stared up at her ravisher, his handsome face held the expression of a man in the utmost throes of pleasure, even as his eyes devoured her, demanding more.

  Between their bodies her hand rubbed, she couldn't stop herself from building upon the delicious sensations that his questing cock was creating inside of her as her body stretched, painfully but wonderfully. The feel of his velvety skin sliding against her slick walls, the hot length of his rod invading her core and splitting her open, was exquisite. The thrust of his hips shoved the plummy head deeper, making Lyana groan and writhe with her passion, glorying in this weight pressing down on her, his cock pressing between her fingers, shoving inside of her.

  "Mine," he whispered into her ear, exultation in every line of his body, echoing in his deep voice. "You're mine."

  Then his mouth was on hers, his hands pulled her arms above her head so that there was nothing between their groins as he shoved himself to the hilt, filling her completely. Lyana screamed in pained passion, her body spasming beneath his as she was stretched to her uttermost limits. The sound was muffled as his tongue thrust into her mouth, filling it as completely as his cock was filling her below. Like a second cock, his tongue was thick and smooth in her mouth, pressing down towards her throat as she undulated beneath him, rocking and pulling uselessly at his hands which were pressing her wrists into the bed. For a long moment she couldn't breath as his tongue thickened and lengthened inside of her mouth, pressing into her throat. Then it withdrew, although his lips remained fused to hers, his tongue acting as a second cock as it began to thrust, in time with his hips which drew his cock partway out of her before shoving in again.

  The combined assault made her dizzy, she sucked at his tongue, almost encouraging the strange assault upon her holes. There was nothing else she could do, and she found she craved him inside of her, the taste of him filling her mouth, rolling smoothly against her own tongue, his cock stretching and pulling away before thrusting deep and splitting her open all over again. It felt almost like they might meet in the middle.

  Then, at the base of a powerful thrust, she felt something press against her asshole. Groaning, she struggled again as the insistent pressure continued, unable to stop this new assault. Slowly that small hole was pressed open, something slim and hard, gentle but unyielding, pressing into that sensitive area. The sensation of being filled in all three holes simultaneously was overwhelming, especially as the cock in her asshole seemed to grow larger with every thrust, slowly spreading her third hole open in a manner that brought her to the edge of pain but didn't send her tumbling off of the cliff.

  Lyana gave herself over to the demon entirely, lost in her lust, in the sensations rioting through her body, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to pump harder above her, spearing both of her holes as his hips drove forward, his tongue thrusting at the same time so that she was filled and emptied simultaneously. It was heaven and hell, so much pleasure that it was almost agonizing, and yet every new delicious sensation drew her back a bit from that climax that she so desperately needed as her body took the time to adjust to the newest assault. Her legs urged him onwards, pulling at him with each thrust, as her fingers flexed, hands trapped on either side of her head as he plundered her ruthlessly.

  Being filled so completely brought back to mind the original rites which he'd used to bind her to him, taking each of her holes in turn. This felt even more irrevocable, as if he was eliciting and securing another promise from her, another agreement.

  The cock in her ass swelled larger, as did his tongue in her mouth, growing almost as large as the one which was ravaging her pussy and she felt absolutely filled to the brim with demon flesh. Lyana almost sobbed as the rhythmic pounding increased in tempo, taking her harder and faster, riding her forcefully and fulfilling every craving that she hadn't known she had. The throbbing in her lower body coalesced and burst outward, shattering her completely and she screamed around the thrusting meat in her mouth, opening her throat fully as it slid further into her, her throat muscles vibrating around it.

  She convulsed, her airway instinctively closing and reopening the way to her stomach, and that was when whatever was in her mouth throbbed and gushed, hot fluid pouring out and directly down her gullet. Lyana thrashed, her throat muscles working as she swallowed, her body on fire with the roiling ecstasy that had completely taken over her senses. Each dragging thrust of Leonard's cock pushed her higher, sending fiery bursts of rapture exploding all throughout her body. Above her, he stiffened and impaled her convulsing body with his rampant rods, her legs tightening around his waist as she clenched around him, her holes sucking at him the way her throat was sucking down the copious amount of hot fluid that he was pouring into her stomach.

  The cocks in her pussy and ass swelled and pulsed, shooting jets of viscous cream that coated her insides, scalded her with its heat, and filled every crevice of her tunnels with his essence. She was drowning in it, her insides bathing in it, and the tumultuous sexual exaltation that came with it buffeted her like a leaf in a gale wind.

  The obstruction to her airway shrank and pulled back, leaving her gasping for breath with swollen lips as he kissed the sides of her neck, her whimpers seeming sharp and loud after all the muffled sounds she'd made, as Leonard rocked his body against hers, his arms under her shoulders now so that she could wrap her own arms around his neck. The hard rods of his cocks made sloppy wet sounds as he slid them back and forth in her cream filled holes, extending the last aftershocks of pleasure for them both. Lyana clung to him as he slowly shrank inside of her, feeling as though the axis of her reality had shifted. Nothing he had done to her, with her, before had prepared her for this encounter. It was fraught with passion that she'd never guessed at, had driven her to a submission she'd never known, and she almost felt as though he was trying to tell her something.

  His lips brushed over hers, drawing her attention away from her thoughts and back to him.

  "Did you like it?" he murmured, peering into her eyes.

  A small shudder of remembered pleasure went through her as he shifted between her legs, still inside of her but just barely. With him looking at her like that she didn't even think of lying. "Yes."

  "It could be like this always." She didn't understand what he meant, and she didn't have time to ask before he caught her lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. "Make the right decision Lyana."

  And then he was gone. Not gone as in a puff of smoke or a flash of light or even a gust of air... he was just quite simply gone, his weight no longer pressing her down, his arms no longer about her, and her lower holes felt quite suddenly empty. Although they weren't. She could feel the liquid that began seeping from her, coating the tops of her thighs. Looking down between her legs she shivered a little as she stared at the shimmering dark grey droplets that were on her thighs, the small puddle that had formed on the bed beneath her. As she moved her stomach sloshed a little, remindin
g her of how much of his essence she'd drank.

  For what purpose? And what had he meant? What decision?

  She'd never been so confused in her life, and she just about screamed in frustration when she glanced outside and realized that she didn't have time to ponder. The sun was going down and she needed to get to the palace.

  Chapter 7

  The men she was after were spread out around in the palace and the area around it, although the main bulk of them were in what looked like barracks. There were a lot of other soldiers in the barracks as well though, so she decided to stay away from there for the moment and scout out more information.

  Closing her eyes, she willed herself to be invisible, and shivered as a cold chill settled over her. Looking down, she couldn't see anything of her body. A rather unsettling experience, but at least she knew that the spell had worked.

  Darkness was falling and the majority of the court was at dinner. Lyana prowled the outskirts of the nobles, listening to their conversations and doing her best to stay out of the way of the servants, since they couldn't see her. She definitely didn't want to cause any trouble by having one of them trip over one of her invisible body parts. Fortunately doing both of these things took a lot of her concentration so that she wasn't distracted by thoughts of Leonard and trying to interpret what he had meant by her decision... or why their encounter had felt almost like he'd branded her with the fluid that he'd left inside of her.

  "Well it seems as though the young Prince has finally proved to his father that he can control himself."

  A sardonic voice caught Lyana's attention and she drifted closer. Two older noblewomen, both with fine white hair and a myriad of wrinkles on their haughty faces, were leaning together talking and she had just happened to be passing by them at the right time to hear one of them make the comment. They were both dressed in fine silks, one in sapphire blue and the other in a rich dark red, in the very latest fashion for women of their stature and age. Those around them were carrying on their own conversations, leaving the two older women to their own devices.