The Summoner's Song (Closed for fuckmeat and myself)

Victor Valenti, or Vick as his friends had called him since childhood, had always had a knack for playing the violin. He received an old Stradivarius as a present from his grandmother on his fifth Christmas, and he had been playing it ever since. It was almost a given that he should earn a degree in music, and he found himself pursuing this goal at the prestigious Julliard School. His skill garnered him several accolades from orchestras the world over, but Vick never deigned himself important enough to join them. Mostly, he stayed in his small studio apartment, studying music theory and leafing through old books of music, finding obscure sonatas and concertos by all the old masters. It was his joy to master the pieces and delight in their sound, whether or not he had an audience. If one walked by his apartment complex on any given night, they would undoubtedly hear the entrancing melodies of Vick's violin drifting out of his often errantly-open window. His love life was meager, though he wasn't unfamiliar with female companionship. His true love was music, and all his relationships tended not to last longer than a few months. He was actually on the fairer side of attractiveness; short dark hair, strong facial features, and piercing gray eyes. He was just under 6 feet tall, and his figure was muscled but not overly so.

Unbeknownst to Victor, the violin he plays is a dark variation of the original Stradivarius model. It was designed by a diabolist of the Stradivari line, in a secret room beneath on of their manors. It was made in an attempt to play music compelling enough to summon the Devil himself out of the Pit and bind him to the violinist's will. Much of the history concerning this particular violin and whether or not was successful in the task it was created for is lost. Despite it's age, it retains a deep luster to the wood of its body. Vick chalks it up to his constant upkeep and tending, but in truth it would look just as good if he neglected it. It chooses to lose its perfect tune, allowing Vick to feel as though the strings need changed as normal. As with the body, the strings of the violin, once strung, are always perfect and need no tuning nor replacement.

In his search for more obscure music, Vick visits the New York Metropolitan Library and is introduced to the bounty of age-old scripts and texts in the stacks found in the basement. Amidst the ancient histories and illuminated manuscripts, he finds a book in old Italian titled Il Tomo Della Convocazione. Inside, Vick finds lots of old notes on violin construction, some of it written in an obscure dialect that he has no idea how to translate. The last few sections however, are filled with unfinished masterpieces of music. The only completed work is the last entry: Canto Convocare, a complicated piece that Vick cannot wait to attempt and eventually perfect.

And so the scene is set: A cold winter night in New York, no snow just bitter winds. There is variable cloud cover, and if Vick could be bothered to look at the moon on this night he would find it full and almost eerily close. His window is open as usual, even for such a chilly night. Settling into his playing chair and hefting his violin, Vick begins to play and it is as if the song is playing itself through him, each note arriving on cue from the last, the tempo slowly building as the song reaches a crescendo. So lost in the song, Vick does not realize the dark energies coalescing in his apartment. A rift to Hell is opening, a small pool of impenetrable darkness rimmed with a crimson crackle of lightning begins to expand right over his once-thick pile area rug. On the other side, a figure moves closer to examine this strange occurrence...

The ways had been closed so long ago now. Modern man was incapable of genuine piety, the kind of religious devotion that had called men around the globe on sailboat, horseback and foot following crusades of faith, that had inspired them to build mighty buildings and edifices stone by stone, every beatific icon hewn lovingly by hand. The flipside of that coin was that nobody believed in Satan either, that where there was divine light, there was also an oubliette for all the unworthy souls. Few people feared a God and encroaching secularism meant that few people chose a path of unadulterated villainy. Mankind was now a spiritually tepid race. It was enough to depress even the most ancient of demonic beings.

The length of Adriel's existence could not be quantified in human terms. Like all supernatural beings, she existed outside of the space-time continuum that governed God's pet planet and the rest of his gracefully expanding universe. She simply was. Adriel herself gave precious little thought to such philosophical questions.

Adriel had been created as a divine being but like many others at that time, God's creation of Earth and his decision to imbue humankind with free will had disquieted her. Angels were created with a semblance of gender, but it was not their destiny to fall in love and enjoy the sensual pleasures granted to their human counterparts. Angels were created for the purpose of praising and glorifying God in one way or another. Humans however were encouraged to forge their own paths and choose lives of self fulfilment. Humans had finite lifespans. They begot and raised their own children. They aged and died. Angels however were created as adults, adult eunuchs no less. They begot no young and lived forever. They were to have no aspiration beyond whatever task had been gifted them at the beginning of their existence. Angels were not promoted or rewarded. Each was created for a specific purpose and nothing else was possible for them.

Except rebellion.

Satan, that silver-tongued abomination, had encouraged Adriel to feel dissatisfied with her lot. She had joined the rebellion and been banished to hell as a result. There, Satan had goaded his demons into committing the crimes that for the most part, they had been condemned for merely contemplating. Adriel, who had most envied humans their passionate lusts, had been shaped by her new Master into a honeytrap for human souls. They fey and willowy beauty of her angelic form had been warped into a tall redhead with dangerous curves; full tits an a magnificent ass separated by a handspan waist. Her figure was athletic and lithe. Her big green eyes sat long-lashed above a cute nose and lush, full lips. Her white wings had faded into a leathery black and her skin was alabaster pale but utterly flawless.

Finally, after a great age lying dormant between realms, Adriel felt the prickle... something stirring in her vicinity. It had been so long that she didn't immediately recognise the signs. Matter began to whirl, a darkness blooming that was palpable as it spun and grew into circle she could travel through. Adriel moved into the vortex, relishing the prospect of taking form once more. Matter spun and fused, recreating the lush figure that her Master had worked to hard to perfect. She became aware that her form was standing and that her eyes were closed. Adriel kept them closed until she was sure that she had materialised fully. To see oneself in a partial state of being was more than a little disturbing and she avoided it.

Music was playing, beautiful violin music. The cadence caught the rhythm of her brand new heart as it started to beat. Adriel fought the urge to sway, feeling her nerve endings tug and emotion welling, poignant emotion that swelled within her flesh. Adriel inhaled. The scents of her surroundings buffeted her, laced with a masculine tang that spoke of exertion. Her lips curved slightly.

Slight sounds, breaths, told Adriel that she was definitely not alone. Her eyes flew open but here in the Earthly realm she possessed the power of immortality. There was nothing here that could possibly frighten her. Newly formed green eyes swept the scene, revelling in the tangible physicality of her surroundings.

Adriel had a body once more, a physical form capable of exquisite sexual pleasure. It would not take her long to find someone willing to immolate themselves on her altar of sin. Her eyes settled on the mortal before her, assessing the fresh meat as her mouth watered. Men in particular were so deliciously primitive.

Victor's lungs filled suddenly as he realized he hadn't been breathing while playing. The sound of his bow drawing across the strings of his violin reverberated in his head, but also in his soul. He couldn't help but feel like the song was playing him, not the other way around. Even as his thoughts flowed, his fingers kept up their pace, plucking and bending the strings of their own accord. His muscles tensed and his strong hands flexed with the tension of the music he played.

"Canto Convocare....Song of...something...." These words came aloud from him, thoughts finding voice. He didn't grasp Italian enough to translate the title, but from the sounds of the song, it was either a greeting or a dirge. The delicate balance between the two made the song more ambiguous than he had expected when he'd started playing.

And still, his body seemed separated from his mind, because the song continued to issue forth while Vick seemed to be elsewhere. His eyes were glued to the pages that held the entirety of the Canto Convocare, but his wandering thoughts continued to be a disjointed experience that unnerved him just slightly.

He was nearing the end of the song, and it filled him with both a sense of fulfillment and sadness. He hadn't had such a difficult time playing such an intricate work as he'd thought. Perhaps his skills were higher than he gave himself credit for after all...

Vick shook his head slightly, not letting his ego get the best of him, even in a solitary venue. It was when his head shook that he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look at what had captured his attention, just as his bow drew over the strings in the final note, a long sustain that echoed into the room and out the window, curtain blowing softly in the chill wind.

He couldn't believe his eyes. The figure that stood before him was beautiful beyond words. Her features were almost too wonderful to look upon. He felt the need to turn his gaze down in unworthy shame, but could not take his eyes off of her. Vick felt a bundle of nerves in the pit of his stomach; his mouth went dry and his palms felt sweaty as they grasped his violin and bow, still in playing position. He moved his mouth to speak, but no words came from him.

As his heart hammered in his chest, his mind swam with all sorts of questions. The heady scent of femininity permeated the entire room, but had an odd undertone of brimstone, the smell of burning things and ashen remnants. He blinked and swallowed hard, unsure of what to do. Setting his instrument aside, he turned to fully face her, eyes still wide in disbelief. He was vaguely aware that the room was full of an intense heat, even though his window still stood open to the winter night.

"Wh...who...how....?" Vick stammered and struggled to form a coherent sentence, his nostrils filling with the mystery woman's perfume and causing his mind to go blank again and again like a misfiring engine.

"Tale musica. E 'il modo più meraviglioso per essere convocato, e da tale violinista bello.*."

Italian rolled from her ruby lips, the melodic fluency of her sinfully low voice rippling over the musicians last, long, final note. It was quite obvious that she was the last thing he had expected to invoke when he started playing. His eyes roamed her body and not only in astonishment. In her bare feet Adriel was a little over six feet tall. Eternally youthful D cup tits crested her cupless black corset. She wore no panties, Adriel had never seen the point of them. Horns curled out of her temples to frame her face, surrounded in turn by long fiery hair. More flame bright curls drew the mortal's gaze down to the apex of her creamy thighs. Her black wings were folded behind her at present and her corner of the dimly lit room shrouded them in shadow. The vortex at her feet flickered and died as silence fell.

He swallowed and finally found his voice. She resisted the urge to laugh at him, though he was an amusing dichotomy of fear and lust.

"Wh...who...how....?"

Adriel blinked once in comprehension. He was not Italian then... shame. He hadn't deliberately summoned her, therefore he spoke no Italian. She deciphered his stammered query as best she could and tried some English.

"I am Adriel."

She stepped towards him, light as a cat on her bare feet despite her stature. Adriel lifted her horned head imperiously and opened her leathery black wings, stretching them with feline grace, her back arching a little, lifting her tits. She smiled condescendingly, revealing sharp canines nestled within her white smile. Adriel moved closer still, reaching out to take his chin in her hand and turn his head towards the antique book upon his music stand.

"Canto Convocare." She purred the words into his ear, inhaling the masculine scent of him. In response her demonic physical form produced a complimentary cocktail of pheromones, a raw musk emanating from her amid the sulphur and smoke scents that hung about her. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell within his peripheral vision. It was amusing watching him trying not to stare. When she deduced that the violinist was in no fit state to join the dots she spoke again, her voice unnaturally low and sensual.

"The song of summoning. You summoned me."

She tilted his chin once more, making him meet her green eyes.

"Can you guess where from, il mio piccolo violinista**?




*Such music. It's the most wonderful way to be summoned, and by such a handsome violinist.

*My little violinist.

She spoke in fluent Italian, and though Victor understood a few words, he was still awestruck at the appearance of a buxom, pale-skinned redhead in his living room. He nodded slightly but remained silent. He felt as though any more words might shatter this dream he was obviously having.

His steel-colored eyes roved over the luscious curves of her figure and for the first time he realized. "She's almost totally naked! Holy shit!" he thought, his cheeks turning the faintest tint of crimson. Despite his embarrassment, Vick couldn't help ogle her.

As she came closer though, Vick noticed several mildly disturbing details about the woman. First, her fiery red curls were framed by what appeared to be goat horns. They weren't out of place on her visage, more an accessory to her beauty. She was tall and toned and there wasn't a blemish anywhere on her porcelain skin. That in itself was odd, but less so than the last detail: her wings. They were dark as tar but still overtly elegant, spread widely behind her shoulders, almost languid in their stretching.

This close to Adriel, Victor's nose was overwhelmed by her fragrance. As her fingertips touched his chin and turned his head to look at the pages of music, he felt his spine tingle like a lightning storm had struck him at its base. Her pert breasts were mesmerizing as they rose and fell in rhythm with her breaths.

"The summoner's song. You summoned me."

It had to be a dream. It had to be. The thought that he could summon anything, let alone a mystical being such as Adriel, with his music seemed absurd. And yet....the book was written in obscure Italian...

All thoughts of that were brushed aside as she guided his chin once more, holding his gaze with her own, emerald orbs of hypnotic strength nearly boring into his soul. Vick's heart beat faster from her proximity and he could feel every hair on his body stand on end. A sudden ache in his groin made itself painfully aware. He was hard. Rock hard. This woman, Adriel, was exuding such a strong sensuality that Victor couldn't help but be turned on. His hands stayed at his sides, but they yearned to roam her body, to touch and pinch and knead and caress.

"Can you guess where from, il mio piccolo violinista?"

Vick licked his lips and cleared his throat, swallowing hard once again as he found his voice. "H...Hello, Adriel. I'm Victor. And I haven't the slightest idea. All I know is that you are absolutely beautiful, and wherever you're from is sad to see you go..."

Had he really just said that? Now he knew it had to be a dream....he was never that sappy. Still; this situation, this moment, felt....real. Victor smiled weakly as Adriel's fingers lingered on his chin, his eyes moving from her eyes to her chest, and back almost involuntarily.

"Victor."

She spoke the word carefully, as though she was tasting it. His flattery Adriel disregarded. She had driven men and women to madness and beyond with her body and its talents before now.

Adriel dropped his chin, gratified by the way his head dipped ever so slightly to follow her hand before he caught himself. She remained in close proximity to him but surveyed her surroundings. Mankind had advanced since Adriel's last Earthly encounter and many of the objects in the room were a mystery to her.

"I am more interested in where I now find myself... and when."

She turned to Victor and let her questions permeate the haze of lust she had awakened in him. Her jaw tensed, her eyes narrowing with impatience as he reacted slowly, his wits still scattered. At this rate she was going to have to mate with this one before she got any sense out of him at all. Adriel walked away from Victor and settled herself on a couch, giving him sufficient distance so he could compose himself. The implication was clear; if he didn't answer her questions in short order she would be displeased. The displeasure of supernatural beings had potentially dire consequences.

Adriel's beauty seemed tempered by a sharp tinge of anger in her last sentence. She'd ignored his compliment, but Vick hadn't expected much from it in the first place.

As she crossed the room and sank down onto his couch, her scent seemed to drift with her. A sudden breeze blew in through the window and helped to further clear his head. He could still smell her from this distance, and the dull throb of his erection persisted but from here he could start to put his thoughts together correctly.

"Ok. You're in New York City. It's mid-February, and it's 2011. Um...I know this is a silly question, but it's not every day that a stunningly gorgeous...." he searched for a suitable word, and failing one simply continued "...woman...ends up in my living room, mostly naked and absolutely soaked in some sensual fragrance that makes my head swim and my cock ache..."

That last part had definitely not been what he'd intended to tell her, though if she were to look for any amount of time she would be able to clearly see the tightened area of his pants. His cheeks remained a slight red as he continued his question. "Who, or what, are you, Adriel? You spoke in Italian like you were born there, but you switched to English like turning a page in a book."

His head was starting to clear, and he was slowly accepting his situation. The notion that this was a dream seemed like a fool's explanation now. She was simply too there to be just something he'd come up with in some erotic fantasy. And he'd never been much for fantasy in general, much more interested with things he could touch and see with certainty, like his music and his violin.

He certainly wanted to touch Adriel, and he could see all of her lithe figure from here. Even removed from the brunt of her aura, Vick still wanted her. Badly. He knew it and he was sure that she knew it. She carried herself with an arrogant confidence that he couldn't find unattractive. As she lounged on his couch, Victor wiped his sweaty hands on the thighs of his jeans and leaned forward to hear what she had to say in response.

He wasn't exactly quick on the uptake. How could a simpleton play with such exquisite skill, such emotion? She knew it had to be the first time he had played that canto in its entirety or she would have been here sooner and yet he had caught the spirit of the ancient notes, playing them as though he knew them by heart.

She knew he had been awestruck by her arrival, knew that her body was designed to drive humans out of their senses. Even though she knew it was unfair, it irked her that he hadn't figured out what she must be.

"I do apologise, I must have forgotten my pitchfork." She retorted acidly, her gaze dropping to the bulge in his pants as though imagining where she could attack with such a weapon.

Adriel stood and strode about the room. It felt claustrophobic to her after dwelling so long in a realm where there was infinite space. She revelled in possessing flesh once more, the solidity of it, muscles rippling under soft skin, breathing, licking her lips.

"I speak every language and dialect with which man has ever communicated. My tongue is as talented as your fingers." Her green eyes flashed at him lewdly.

Still he hesitated. Adriel's long fingers spread eloquently in a disappointed shrug, her black wings echoing the sentiment.

"Surely you can take an educated guess?" She teased, keeping just far enough away from Victor that he remained in command of most of his faculties, the ones that weren't focused on her nipples hardening in the cool night air anyway.

Victor had never seen eyes like hers. The green was more brilliant than a jewel, and her gaze had an otherworldly quality. It was a stare that could melt hearts and break spirits. He felt like he would fall into them if given the chance. Her voice was deep, but not harsh. It was sultry in its tones and even as she spoke with a measure of sarcasm, her words were tinted with honey.

He slowly grew accustomed to the largeness of her presence as she paced his living room and made a joke about pitchforks. Her wings moved loosely as she shrugged her shoulders, and stopped facing him across the room.

"Surely you can take an educated guess?"

The cool air wafting in was still having a clarifying effect, and taking all the facts and observations in hand, it was Vick's turn to smile. "Well, at first glance I'd say you're an angel, but those horns...those wings...and those perky tits..." There he went blurting out things that he hadn't intended to say aloud. He couldn't help it though, her nipples were hardened buds pointing like bullets at the peaks of her ample bosoms. He cleared his throat and continued "You are most certainly a devil."

The brevity of his realization made his eyes go wide again. A devil. He had summoned a DEVIL, right here in his living room! The implications of it made his mind race, though now her musk was finding its way to his nose again. It invaded the periphery of his thoughts, slipping lewd, tasteless images between his normal train of thought.

It seemed impossible, but throughout this whole exchange, Victor's shaft remained stiff and swollen, throbbing against his left thigh. Adriel's skin looked so smooth as she stood before him. A sudden gust of wind blew through the room, making him shiver in addition to the tingle still running through his body.

Vick stood slowly and moved closer to Adriel. Each step brought another wave of sensual tension washing over him until he was right before her, hands shaking at his side, eager to just reach out and fondle every nook and cranny. He wasn't even sure what held him back from doing so. Perhaps it was the song that gave him strength to resist, or maybe it was that it guarded him against giving himself up to something he'd brought into this world. Regardless, his resolve was a thin strand nearing its breaking point, and this close to her it was only a matter of moments.

"We were all angels once." She said simply. The bitterness was evident in her voice. "Dutiful ciphers created to entertain and glorify God. Do you have any idea how utterly boring that gets after a few million millennia? Nobody told us to be fruitful and happy, to live the lives of self indulgence that he blessed you people with."

She watched Victor approach her, aware that he was drawn to the sultry sound of her voice, her tits rising and falling as she spoke. He was probably not taking in a single word she said. Adriel had killed men for less. Right now she had a brand new physical form to experiment with however. No matter how accurate her recreation might be when she transcended realms, there were always new quirks to discover in her new flesh. Adriel's pussy began to moisten as she reeled him in. She leaned down to purr her next words into his ear, tantalisingly close but not touching his body yet.

"Can you guess what I was expelled from heaven for coveting?"

Adriel's lips came down upon her quarry's, lush and urgent. She kissed him hard and smiled as his arms went around her. He knew she was a demon and he was going to fuck her anyway. Men were their own worst enemies and yet how many times had God forgiven them and wiped their slate clean?

She let him grope her full tits and explore the contours of her mouth with his tongue, encountering the sharp canines within her brilliant smile and proceeding regardless. His touch was hard and urgent, every fevered breath infusing him with her heady scent.

Adriel vanished.

Victor was left groping at empty space, his lips mid kiss and his rock hard cock suddenly bereft of the friction her inner thigh had been providing.

She appeared in his bedroom. Adriel touched her brand new clitoris, strumming it experimentally. She lay down on his bed and waited, wondering how long it would take Victor to discover her. Hopefully she would have time for a good hard climax while he staggered around, punch drunk and attempting to deny the whole incident.

Victor felt like two people as he stood before the alabaster-skinned demon. His mind heard every word she said while his body seemed to act of its own accord. He noted the tinge of anger and resentment in her voice as she spoke of her former station, but was powerless against the constant assault of her pheromones. Her voice was low, nearly a growl, as she posed yet another question to him. One that seemed brutally obvious as she brought her lips so close to his ear that her breath caused even more intense shivers to shoot the length of his spine.

And then she kissed him. It was harsh and fast, her full lips crushing against his. Their tongues flickered across each other, grazing teeth and lips in kind, and Victor's hands came up to cup and knead at Adriel's pert breasts. Her thighs were hot and firm as they ground against his erection, eliciting groans of pleasure. Vick's eyes closed as they continued to embrace.

Abrubtly, Adriel was gone. Just gone, no puff of smoke or crackle of lightning to signify her passing. Victor's eyes snapped open, revealing his hands still groping at the empty air she had occupied.

"Where the hell did she....?"

The absence of her musk allowed his head to clear once again, but he still felt as though this couldn't be something he imagined. He went to his open window, looking out into the cold night, staring up at the moon. It was full and huge in the cloudless sky, and Victor smiled at it before closing the window and moving back into the room.

He felt tired, like he'd been walking through sand, or mud, for hours. His cock was slowly softening, but still throbbing as it did so. "I gotta get some sleep..." he murmured to himself as he strode toward his bedroom. The closer he got, he could smell something very like the pure sexual fragrance Adriel had exuded, though it was muted. A few steps from his bedroom door, he could swear that she was next to him again, and he could feel his shaft growing once more in subconscious eagerness.

Adriel listened to Victor moving around, getting closer. Her middle finger grazed over her clit and rubbed rhythmically. Victor was going to get the fucking of his pointless, ephemeral little mortal existence when he finally showed up. Her pussy started stirring up a cocktail of musky juice that was ambrosia to anyone who tasted it. She pulled and tweaked a nipple, closing her eyes and tipping her head back as she massaged a full breast.

When the bedroom door opened, Adriel gave no indication that she knew he was there. Very few had tried to resist her and far fewer still had ever succeeded. She lay there pleasuring herself, all six foot and more of her, splayed across Victor's bed, her tits still thrust upwards by her corset.

She kept her eyes closed. When he touched her, Adriel wanted it to be a surprise. So little surprised her. Where would he touch her first? What would he do? She was past the point of caring. Her physical form and its demonic attributes had driven men into fits of passion that had covered the whole spectrum of human lovemaking. Victor could do anything from beating her bloody and violently using her to reverently worshipping every inch of her impossibly perfect flesh. All Adriel cared about was that he filled her aching pussy.

Any vestiges of exhaustion fled Victor as the door to his simple bedroom opened. His eyes widened in surprise as his vision filled with the purely erotic display occurring on his bed. Adriel, sprawled across his bed with one hand on her luscious tit, the other grazing against her moistened folds.

His heart pounded, his cock ached with every throbbing pulse. He couldn't find any words to speak, but that was ok. His mind, muddled by the overpowering musk that filled the room, still managed to focus on one thing: unabashed lust. It took only a few seconds for Victor to step into the room, moving directly to the bed and stripping off his shirt. He tossed it to the periphery of his room, his eyes still glued to Adriel's undulating body. At the foot of his bed, he took a brief moment to marvel at the gorgeous devil masturbating in it.

The moment his fingertips contacted her smooth, flawless flesh left the hairs on the back of Vick's arms and neck standing on end. He ran his hands up from her ankles to her firm calves, gliding up and over her knees and across the expanse of her thighs. His nose filled with the intense scent of her sex, and he bent at the waist to bring himself closer to it.

His fingers dug into the tops of her thighs as his mouth pressed to the crux of her leg and pelvis, a firm kiss that moved quickly over to her mound. His tongue flicked out and lapped at her fingers, still moving against her clit, before slipping lower. The liquid emanations of her lust had a taste he couldn't describe in his spinning mind, but his thoughts snapped back to the task at hand. He continued to kiss and lick at Adriel's pussy, his pace becoming more and more voracious as her heady scent drove him further into the depths of lust.

As soon as she felt his fingertips on her ankles Adriel smiled, because she knew what would be coming next. Her pussy throbbed as Victor worked his way up her lower body with maddening slowness. She wanted to grab a fistful of his hair and shove him down between her legs but Adriel held herself in check. Soon Victor was kissing her busy fingers and she parted herself even wider as she pulled her hand away.

Adriel went sucked the fluid from her fingers as Victor went to work, watching him lazily through half closed eyes as her hips undulated gently to his ministrations.

If Victor's tongue was anywhere near as talented as his fingers, Adriel would be giving him the night of his life.

Her taste was divine. An ironic thought, one that made Victor smile in spite of himself before he returned to Adriel's slick labia, soaked in her own juices and now a coat of Vick's saliva. His tongue delved into her folds, seeking out her core, probing into her inquisitively at first, then more fervently. Flattening his tongue, he began to lap at her outer lips, dragging up and over her mound, circling closer to her clit. He found it swollen with excitement, prominent as his taste buds ran over it. Victor closed his lips over it, suckling it as though it were a piece of hard candy, savoring the feel of it as he swirled his tongue against it.

All the while, his breathing was deep and only through his nose, her heady musk filling his lungs with every intake. His fingers dug into her thighs harder as his focused assault on her clit took on a more intense vigor. One hand relinquished it's grasp to slide up and under his chin, probing at her warm tunnel, sliding in easily amidst her slickness, finding only token resistance given by her tightness.

As Victor continued, he found himself making bestial groans against her mound. Her mere presence seemed to bring the lusting beast out of him, filling him with a deep desire to do more, to give and take all the pleasure possible.

For a female, Adriel's voice was deep and melodic. Her moans were enough to stir the loins of virtually any adult. As yet the sounds of appreciation she made were still quiet and gentle. Victor's own animalistic groans were enough to make her pause and bite down on her lower lip. Adriel suddenly wanted to hear more from him.

Without warning she sat up, looking down on the man between her thighs and stroking his hair. Victor chose that moment to thrust a finger into her, pulling her swollen clit into his mouth and assaulting it violently with his tongue. Adriel's grip on him tightened, her nails scraping over his scalp. Her strong fingers found the nape of his neck and pressed harder, scoring crimson lines into his flesh. Adriel leaned over Victor and ran her fingers slowly down his spine, scratching him in places as his ministrations to her pussy made her breath catch. She found his buttocks and slapped one playfully, before gripping his inner thigh and pulling it towards her. Victor's body was pivoted around where his was buried in her cunt, until he was on all fours with his cock hanging above Adriel's mouth. His cock was livid with blood, achieving its full potential and hanging heavily over his balls. Adriel admired it for a long moment, making him wait.

Sometimes her lusts were so... masculine in nature. The urge to take, subdue and use could flare in her like a naked flame. Victor had so far done nothing to awaken such a savage lust in her but it amused Adriel to wonder what it would be like to have a penis... to be able to penetrate another.

She ran a fingernail from the base of his shaft to the tip, teasing him. Adriel then turned her attention to the head of his cock, flickering and swirling her tongue over it... daring him to push deeper.

Victor felt Adriel moving above him, but his attention was focused solely on the act of devouring her pussy. His back muscles tensed as her nails scored his skin in various places, but his mouth never ceased sucking and licking at her sodden tunnel.

Her hands grasped his thigh, turning him completely around. He could feel her breaths blowing across his member, still aching with each deep throb of his pulse. A shudder of delight ran the length of his spine as she taunted his head with her tongue. A subtle shift of his weight lowered his hips, pressing his cock downward, probing against her lips. A slow trickle of pre-cum coated her mouth as he sought entry.

Even as he did so, his finger continued to probe her cunt, wriggling against her insides. Soon it was accompanied by a second finger, further filling her depths. From his new position he could use a different angle of force to drive his fingers in to the last knuckle, building speed as he lavished nibbles and suction on her clit.

Adriel angled her beautiful head and guided Victor's cock between her lips, sucking it into her mouth. He tasted good and the scent of him now that his crotch was in her face was pleasing. She moaned onto his flesh, sucking hard as he pushed another finger into her soaking cunt.

His renewed ravishing of her clit pushed Adriel over the edge. She wrapped her legs around Victor's head and ground her pussy against his face as it spurted hot juice, convulsing in orgasm. She swallowed his cock whole, a silent cry opening her throat to him until his heavy balls rested upon her face. She shuddered for a long moment, prolonging the exquisite release as Victor thrashed against her clit. By the time Adriel let them both up for air, her face was purple from holding her breath. She may not be able to die, but her physical form had its basic needs.

She took Victor's swollen cock in one clenched fist and pulled it gently but insistently down her body to move him forwards a little. Her free hand cupped his balls as her wet, saliva slicked face lifted towards his asscheeks. She nibbled a buttock before pressing her lips to his tight little sphincter, flickering her tongue over it while her right hand massaged his cock. Adriel then ran a wet fingertip around his asshole, wondering if Victor knew where God had chosen to put the greatest source of his sexual pleasure.

The fever of their union made Vick's head swim. Add to that the decadent juices flowing forth from Adriel's orgasm, which he lapped at like a thirsty man given the ocean to drink, and he had little time to register her subtle motions. He felt her hand grasp his shaft and pull it insistently, shifting his weight, moving him away from the oasis of her sodden, twitching tunnel.

His glutes flexed instinctively as her teeth found purchase briefly, but the real tensing happened when her lips found his asshole. It was a gentle kiss, followed by the gentle pressure of her finger, toying with the puckered area. A breath caught in his throat as his mind wandered to what her plans were.

His mind was filled with only lust. It didn't matter, so long as it felt good. Pleasure was paramount, and she was quite good at giving pleasure; her mouth and lips and tongue had thoroughly proven that fact in the short amount of oral attentions she'd administered. Vick didn't normally think like this, but the power of her pheromones was absolutely overwhelming.

She gently but insistently pushed her middle finger deep into Victor's asshole, getting her second knuckle past his tiny pucker. Her finger then started massaging the inner walls of his rectum, while she watched avidly for any reaction on his part. All the while her other hand slowly stroked the whole length of his cock, gripping quite tightly now. Once she was sure Victor wasn't going to protest or demand that she quit her probing, Adriel directed her attention to his balls once more and the sensitive skin between his genitals and asshole. She kissed and nibbled, moaning into his skin as his work on her own sex continued.

Adriel wanted Victor on the brink of the biggest orgasm of his life. Once he was at that precipice, it would amuse her to keep him there for quite some while.

She lifted her hips and circled them, grinding her clit against Victor's face to remind the rather scandalised mortal that this fuck was strictly quid pro quo.

Vick's eyes widened a bit at the invasion of Adriel's finger. He'd never felt anything like that before, but it didn't hurt. No, in fact the way she crooked her finger seemed to send more jolts of pleasure through him. The grip she held on his shaft was firm, almost possessive, but each stroke brought him closer and closer to the sweet release that burned like a beacon in his brain.

He felt her crushing her pelvis upward, insisting that he continue lapping and suckling at her sex, the wet grinding and slurping noises filling his ears. Vick's hips moved slightly, following the pace set by Adriel's tongue on his perineum. Beneath her touch, he was a melting candle, a firecracker with a slow-burning fuse. Vick could feel the intensity of her finger changing, altering pace to keep him ever-building to that moment he'd explode. His tongue followed suit on her clit, laving and lashing the hardened bud like there was no tomorrow.