DevilsRapture (2 page)
Authors: CloudConvert
I, on the other hand, do not taste like candy. But she seemed to like the flavor of smoke and all things sinful, judging by how she sucked on my tongue. That inspired images of her mouth wrapped around the thick head of my cock, and I’ll admit, I got a little impatient. Shredded the shift right off her body, but she didn’t notice or didn’t care, licking the inside of my mouth like a cat with cream. Or maybe she was just being diligent, making sure all parts of me got un-demonized.
With that noble mission in mind, I took one of her hands out of my hair and wrapped it around my dick. Being a virgin and all, she was understandably shocked and reluctant to keep hold of it, but I wasn’t about to let her go now. Hell, it was all I could do not to pump through that cool fist of hers; it felt so damned good wrapped around my hot, pulsing meat. I pleaded and flattered and coerced, all the while running her fingers up and down the shaft.
Now, I don’t know if it was a virgin’s curiosity or pure lust, but she couldn’t stop staring.
Pretty soon she had both hands working my junk, and I was one sweaty, happy demon. But I had enough presence of mind not to turn my business all the way human. I was after total corruption, not just a hand job.
So while she was working me, I worked her, stroking her soft skin, flicking her nipples, teasing the wet curls between her thighs, whispering how this last bastion of evil needed something a little extra, a bit more effort. I barely had to put it into words before she had her mouth on me. She had no experience, of course, but it wasn’t her technique that had me jerking and twitching under her. Such sweet depravity under the guise of holiness damned near made me blow my load.
I gasped all kinds of praise and encouragement, rolling my hips while I rolled her clit between my fingers. She started mewling, thighs trembling, and I took my cue like a good devil, shifting to spread her thighs wide and bury my face in her sopping pussy. Down there, she was maple syrup, thick and slippery and oh, so delicious. I didn’t just eat her out; I
devoured,
while she bucked and shook and made desperate noises. Her first orgasm shot through her while I was using my tongue like a cock, rubbing my chin on her clit and teasing her back door with my thumb. Very encouraging. I brought her a second climax with three fingers pumping her pussy, a thumb up her ass and my mouth suctioned hard to her tight little clit.
Life was good. But in all that devilment, she’d neglected my goodies and they were getting lonely. Having had quite enough of the chapel and cold stone floor—thank you very much—I put a bed under us, flipped her on her back, and spread her wide again. What a sight. That was no virginal look, I tell you what. Eyes all sated and droopy, lips puffed and red from working my cock, breasts rosy and peaked hard, pussy swollen and slick. She lay limp and moaning, watching me with the dewy eyes of the truly converted.
Enough to make my chest swell with pride. I nearly chortled with glee, but I wasn’t finished yet.
Her eyes popped open wide when I started rubbing the head of my cock around the entrance to her honeypot. That hot, wet kiss on the end of my dick, such delicious agony. I wanted to ram in all the way to my balls, but I gritted my teeth and kept it together. She was starting to come out of her post-orgasmic stupor. I could see in her eyes the dawning knowledge that her rescue mission had taken a slight detour. We’d strayed off the path of righteousness just a smidge, me kneeling there with her ass cheeks in my hand, her sprawled out before me like an offering, my cock taking aim at her virginity.
I didn’t give her time to think about it, though. I pressed in a little, popped back out, slid between her slippery lips to rub over her clit, and then back down to circle my head against her entrance again. Repeating this sequence over and over, I teased and stroked until she was mewling again, writhing on the bed. On every repetition, I pressed into her a little farther until voila, I was thumping against bottom, my balls smacking her ass. Then I really went to work.
It wasn’t easy to hold back my load.
Fuck,
she was tight, hot and slick as a dream. But I held on, driving long, slow, and deep, then short, fast, and grinding, working her right to the edge.
And there I paused, waiting. She was a wild thing by then, her cries sweet music to my ears. But I paused, I waited, and I turned back to my true form, leathery wings spread and shadowing us both. I think it was my dick growing to demon size inside her that finally caught her attention, stretching her to the limit.
She went still, peering through her lashes at me and panting. I could see it all crashing in on her then, the truth of what I was and the lies I’d told her. But that glorious, brilliant orgasm was right
there,
waiting for her. I could see and feel just how bad she wanted to shatter, lithe body quivering all over.
“What do you want, Mary?” I growled.
And she said, “Please!” reaching for me.
I laughed like the hellion I am and gave her what she wanted, pounding us both to a fabulous finish. I’d like to say she came back again, maybe with her sister to double down on me, but Mary the ex-virgin wasn’t happy with me after that. Even though the plague passed and the whole village treated her like their savior. No pleasing some people, I guess.
Me, I’m easy to please. I’m thrilled with all of you, all shapes and sizes, any way I can have you. Mary was delightful, but my little interlude with her would be considered tame sauce these days. Man, do you monkeys know how to party. No matter how loose and jaded, though, everybody has their limits, their inhibitions, their taboos. My game is crossing lines and pulling my playthings along with me.
Take Jacob, for example. He was ever so slightly homophobic, nearly punching me in my face when I grinned at him that first time. But he wanted to watch his girlfriend Tara ride another man like a cowgirl. I volunteered because I’m easy like that, and I like cowgirls. Besides, I knew something he didn’t—Tara wanted to watch another man ride Jacob.
Everybody got their wish. We ended the night double doggy style, with me deep in Jacob’s ass and grinning like, well, a devil, and him driving frantically into his girlfriend, drilling himself on my cock with every back-thrust. I thought he was going to have an aneurism, he came so hard. He might have been sullen and red-faced when he left, but the next time I played with them, he grabbed hold of my dick and demanded I fuck him again. I call that a job well done.
Then there was Jessica, she of the
make two cocks and fuck both my
holes at the same time
persuasion. I had to work a little harder to find her line to cross, and man, did I have fun doing it.
I fucked her in every position and every hole I could fit into. I changed shape, appearance, even turned into a woman a few times. Spanking, clips and candle wax, S&M, there didn’t seem to be anything she wouldn’t try. She leaned more toward the S than the M, but enjoyed both, refused nothing—until bondage.
Turns out sultry Jess didn’t like to be restrained. So of course, I whipped out my ropes and bound her up tight, top to bottom, until she could barely move. I didn’t gag her though. Listening to her yell and swear at me turned me hard like a rock. She was a gorgeous sight, ropes pressing into plump flesh, face flushed and eyes shooting daggers, sweat gleaming on her skin. She had a full body, heavy breasts, wide hips, and strong thighs. I watched her heave and twist and swear at me, wearing my most wicked smile. She found out why when she managed to tighten the rope between her legs. Little knots, strategically placed all along the rope from her pubis to her crack, pressed and rubbed.
She froze, pretty blue eyes widening, red hair clinging to her wet skin.
I chuckled, a dark sound like smoke and brimstone, and bent over her. She always said she loved my forked tongue, how it flickered over her skin and slithered inside her. She also loved my claws and fangs, liked the bite of them in her flesh when I fucked her. I tormented her with what she loved that day. I licked, nibbled, and teased every inch of her ripe skin, daring her to hold still.
She couldn’t. Every time she squirmed the rope rode up and down, driving her out of her mind. I sucked on her nipples and teased around those knots until she was sobbing, begging for release. But not release from the rope. She wanted to cum, hard enough and long enough to die of it.
She was in such gorgeous torment, I couldn’t resist her. Bracing her trussed up body, I worked my straining cock past ropes and bound flesh, pushing deep inside her, the friction maddening us both. I rode her hard and so did the rope. She shrieked and exploded, over and over, until she passed out. I might have, too. That part’s a little fuzzy. But when we both recovered and I untied her, she begged me to use the rope on her again next time.
See, that’s my talent. I’m not the kind of demon who’s going to storm the Pearly Gates or take over the world. No future in that, you ask me. That’s a one-way trip back to the pit, and frankly I like being a free agent, a rebel devil on the loose. I’m more the insidious demon who worms into your life like a stray dog that follows you home and humps your leg. Low-key corruption through pleasure, that’s what I do best. You don’t want it? I’ll make you love it. You don’t need it? I’ll make it what you crave. And everybody’s worth corrupting.
Speaking of, what lines can I help you cross, friend? Wanna play with me? How ‘bout next time you pass a cave, you come right on in. See if I’m home. God might have Heaven, but I’ll sure as Hell show you
Rapture
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