A Summoning of Lust (PM if interested before posting)

[Pywakit]

Annashendi heard the call from across the gulf between Hell and the Mortal Realm and shrieked in rage. It was not the bumbling lure of a fallen priest or a foolish mage stumbling over a poorly translated incantation, nor was it the doubtful incantation of one who had stumbled upon the ritual of summoning in a book better left closed. This call had the lilt and cadence of one who knew their business, and worse, this one had intoned Annashendi by name. Bound by ancient laws, she had no will or strength to disobey, and so the succubus released her infernal essence and allowed herself to be drawn into the mortal realm; to resist would invite destruction.

Annashendi felt the sickening clutch of gravity take hold, and knew then that she had fully arrived in the Mortal Realm. Despite the situation she found herself in, she couldn't help but bask in the glow of this realm; she could feel civilization's sins in the air all around her. She stretched as she settled into the physical body the spell had encased her in, and took quick stock of it. Every summoner's innermost desires and needs focused the nature of a succubi’s mortal body, shaped it, sculpted it in the act of calling her up from the pit. There were certain constants, of course, remnants that always remained to betray the succubus’ infernal nature. Bat-like wings, dainty red horns, a long prehensile tail, and the telltale mark of her personal infernal rune tattooed around her featureless belly where mortals would have a navel. The rest of her form would be drawn from the one who called, and it was with a sense of relief that this summoner obviously preferred women. Manifesting as an incubus was generally an unpleasant experience.

With a sigh of brimstone and hellish heat, Annashendi opened her glowing red eyes, first to examine her new body and then to seek out the one so foolish to have called her…

OOC: Been a while since I did a succubus thread, so here goes! This thread is open for now, but please PM me before posting. I’d rather keep the thread to Annashendi and her summoner at the start, possibly branching out to more as the thread moves on. I’m looking for writing partners who enjoy writing sizable posts filled with nice kinky details, and who aren’t afraid to try out some warped and twisted stuff. Annashendi is equally at home with men or women, so the gender of the mortal who’s summoned her is open, as is the reason for which she was summoned.

 

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Aris smoked his pipe and stroked his bearded chin. His insouciance towards the outer world beings... his coutenance and look... suggested either a man with more to him, or a very brave fool. He had the look as if he were trapped here as well, jaded eyes dabbling in art, long lost -- but not to him.

Idle hands, and all that.

Bat wings. Check. Long tail. Check. Long tail. Check. Firery eyes. Check. The rune-instead-of-a-navel was a nice touch. Glad *something* changed over the last few hundred years.

There were more than him in the dimly-lit room. Candles around the circle flickered along the bodies of those who followed him, and those who made the mistake of crossing his path.

"Ah, Anna... well, you and I know your name, of course." His dalliance with her true name was surely an affrontery. "I haven't seen you in quite awhile," he said. A lie? A truth? Or just another taunt? "I have a number of needs for you tonight. You needn't know the details. Yet. We'll start off simple." He took a kneeling man, his face hidden by a hood, and threw him into the circle. He was dressed in ceremonial vestiments.

"Kill him. Give him one last pleasure that he will remember for his eternity in hell. You can have the soul, of course."



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[Pywakit]

Annashendi

Annashendi snarled at the wizard as he spoke to her, partially in offense at the implied familiarity his tone and the use of a nickname, but mostly because she rankled at the very thought of being held in thrall to a mortal. It had happened a few times before, and eventually she'd managed to wriggle free to exact revenge on most of them... but she recognized this one. It had indeed been some time since she had last had dealings with Aris, but those dealings had been more... peripherial. He'd never dared directly summon her. Until tonight.

The succubus glanced at the binding circle, and snarled again as she took in its perfection. No easy escapes there. Aris spoke again, but the succubus barely heard him through the rage burning in her mind. So it was mostly instinct that took hold when he gave her the sacrifice.

She grabbed the robed man and threw him to the ground with shocking speed. His head struck the stony flor with a crack, probably giving him a concussion but failing to knock him out. Annashendi took hold of his robe and tore it from his body, revealing a pale, nearly emaciated frame and a throbbing erection. No doubt all of the cultists had worked themselves into such a state to summon her. She took hold of him and squeezed, one hand around the throat and one hand aroudnd the scrotum as she lowered her mouth to his cock and engulfed him. Her fangs bit deep as her rage and primal lust washed out and into his body. He came almost immediately, and as his hot, thick seed spurted into her mouth, she sucked and chewed and swallowed his soul as well. A crackling sound rose from the circle as the man's body blackened, withered, and steamed, and in less than a dozen seconds what was once a living man had become a withered mummy, a carcass that would have looked more at home in an ages-sealed tomb than anywhere haunted by the living.

Yet the sacrifice had done its job. The furious glutting on the man's soul had sated her rage, had dulled her anger. When she stood, it was with grace and calculated style.

"Why, then, have you dared summon me, human? Has some deficiency in your flesh that renders you unwanted to mortals forced to binding infernal spirits for your pleasure?" The insult was out of her mouth almost reflexively. As she waited for him to reply, Annashendi took stock of the shape of her mortal body, curious to see how the summoner's personal fetishes and desires had shaped her infernal form.

 

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Aris clapped, in perfect monotone betraying his cool admiration for her. "A mere dozen seconds. Either you're outdoing yourself, or, as the others say it, haven't had 'it' for awhile," he smiled, quite devilishly, of course.

"Pleasure? Hmm... I haven't had pleasure in quite awhile. I'm am sadly jaded on this realm, only the outer heavens and hells are a divergence for me. I am imprisoned here on this realm, you will at least go." He paused a bit. Was this a truth or a lie?

"But pleasure... pleasure... yes, it pleases me to use you as but a tool for my needs, my needs as cold as the fires of hell are hot. I do thank you for this fool's indulgance." He bowed, out of respect or not?

"Please indulge me a little further. My lovelies here have dallied so, and, against my word, associated with a man who... haha. Did you enjoy him? How did he taste? Does his soul fill you with innocence, or the blackness of his own heart? You, amusingly know more of him than I do. I know not why he impregnated my daughters, but it has been done."

"You may take the blessed souls that live within them, but merely instill within them the lust for a woman. That way, no man shall have them, yet they shall have free will. Best way to ensure evil, that."

The two women were tossed into the circle, naked and shivering. "No papa, we won't make that mistake again. Please papa..."

"Your father loves you so," he said to his daugther, "But he loves himself more. Please, oh summoned one, make them desire the sex of their own, so they may be of less trouble to me."

OOC: Mmm... daughters. Let's spend a few posts with them. We can both write their dialogue and/or I can play them.


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[Pywakit]

Annashendi

Annashendi looked over the two human women. Both seemed to be in their early 20s, had long blonde hair, and had trim, succulent bodies. Nothing on par with Annashendi's own curves, but certainly not unattractive. Annashendi pushed aside the withered carcass of the man who'd raped them without a second glance.

"You certainly have an interesting list of tasks, summoner," she spoke to Aris, yet didn't remove her gaze from the two women huddled at their feet. "And yes... he was quite delicious. A broken soul, with not much of innocence to sate me, but delicious nevertheless."

She paced the inner perimiter of the circle, sizing up the two women who now cowered at its center. One hand slid up through her own raven-black hair while the other slid down her torso, over her firm breasts and then down to her belly... lower, over the bald flesh above her sex. She slid a finger between her lips, feeling the everpresent wetness there, then squatted near the closet woman.

"Have you been with a woman before? Do you know this scent?" she asked as she slid her finger up along the woman's upper lip, coating it with a glistening strip of wetness.

 

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Aris smiled. "Let us say that several things had to be done, and I did not want to burden by summoning more often than I should, hmm?" He loved the firely look at the demoness' eyes. I delighted him so and he felt a fire he had not felt in years. Or longer. He leaned back in his stone throne, spreading his legs so that his arousal would be most comfortable.

His "daughters" meanwhile, cringed in fear. "No, milady," said one. Her blonde hair cascaded over her curvaceous body. "I have never... been with a woman." But the smell of the demoness beneath her lip was intoxicating... seducing... her lip trembled as she slowly approached the being's fingers. She reached out, touched the firey woman's hand, and almost... Suddenly, the other "sister" gripped her shoulder and pulled her back. The first daughter returned to reality and slid back, hiding behind the other.

"I have," the second daughter said, standing up, defiant. "And I will resist you. I have my father's blood." Aris was so glad she did not see him, as he could barely resist an earnest giggle.

OOC: Oh, wow. These two are actually writing themselves. Thanks, Py!


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[Pywakit]

Annashendi

Annashendi's eyes narrowed for a moment as the elder sister tugged her younger sibling away, just as she was sure the woman was about to taste the moisture being offered her. But then she forced herself to relax. Her bloodlust had been sated by the man... but her lust had certainly not, and dead, neither girl could help her there.

"So you have been with a woman, but your sister has not? You would know, then, of the joys and wonders of being touched by soft hands, of being held by one who is familiar with the needs and nuances of your own body. And you would deny your sister these thigns?"

Annashendi's wings flared, and her tail snaked around her thigh, clutching her flesh tightly. She stepped up to the defiant sister, her full breasts less than an inch away from the human's chest as she looked down into her eyes. Annashendi's crimson orbs flashed, and she licked at her crimson lips as she caught the woman's gaze.

"You saw what I did to that man. Would you have me do the same to your sister, woman? Tell me, what is your name?" Her hand reached up, her fingers draping over the woman's shoulder, her grip soft but firm. The scent rising from Annashendi's body, from her breath, her nipples, her demonic cunt, would already be working on the woman, intoxicating her, lowering her inhibitions.

"If you are so strong souled, my child, you will not be swayed by something like this?"

As she said that, Annashendi's tail slid free, around her left hip, and across to rub lightly against the woman's blonde thatch of pubic hair. The tip of Annashendi's tail was decorated with a flared, spadelike head, almost like the head of a cock...

 

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"You may call me Diana, and I will not listen to your perverse logic, foul demon. She may have the touch of a woman, but it will not by you and your female body. You... you... will not do to my sister as you did to that man. He gave us refuge from our father and... and..." The sister calling herself Diana looked down at Annashendi's body, unable to resist the evil beauty of the luscious demon. She looked up at the creature, defiant, her strength eroding as she looked into the demon's firey eyes. Did she have the will to continue staring at her? Or would she show weakness by turning her head away from the horned woman in front of her? She could feel the tail snake around her body and her indecisiveness was its own reward. As she felt the vile creature enter her, she bit her lip and gasped, her eyes shutting as the unknown thing entered her body. Unlike a man's cock, the tip was more rigid, the snake more cunning, teasing and flexing within her pussy.

Unbeknowst to the elder sister, the younger one crawled on hands and knees to the unearthly raven-haired beauty. She touched the writing tail and felt its warmth, its texture, like a man's huge cock. She could not help but lick it, feeling its unworldly ridges against her tongue like the veins of a man. She began to wet tears as she rode her lips over the rigid fleshlike thing, made real, made real by her desires as well. Her hands wrapped along it, pumping up and down, feeding it into her sister's cunt. She cried and begged forgiveness in her heart to her elder sister, but sucked and licked nonetheless.

OOC: Mmm...! I will have back surgery on the 31st, but I'm sure we can defeat elder sister by then. Then your lovely demoness can turn on the younger one!


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[Pywakit]

Annashendi

Annashendi sighed in pleasure as she slid her phallic tail into the hot, tight canal hidden between Diana's legs. The feeling was exquisite, and the succubus could taste her salty heat throguh the sensitive flesh of the tip of her tail. She reached up to cup Diana's breasts in her hands, twisting the nipples before she slid her hands around to embrace her. She leaned in and caught Diana's lips in a brief kiss, but broke the kiss when she felt delicate hands upon her length.

She looked down. "Ah... see, my fair Diana? Your younger sister knows the call of flesh, she's helping me help you to your truth. Can you feel how my tail intrudes into your secret places? It is not me thrusting into you, deer Diana. Those are the thrusts of your sister."

Annashendi pulled her tail out of Diana's body, for she had been asked not to please them as a man would, but to teach them the ways of womanly love. The tail was just a tool to get them started. As she withdrew from the older sister, she allowed its cunt-wet length to slide through the younger sister's hands and across her lips, giving her a taste of the elder sister. The succubus cocked her head as she looked down at her. "And your name, little one?" she asked.

 

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Diana could feel Annashendi's phallus entering her, spreading her pussy lips wide, filling her with more cock than any man could. Already was the welling of desire for this demon woman raging within her. She gave a moan, as the succubus took her breast, her pussy raging fire as the creature pinched and twisted her nipples. At first resistant to the kiss, she grasped Annahshendi's burning cheeks and kissed deeper, feeling the molten fire of her mouth against hers, burning with passion. The kiss was all to brief, leaving the delicous taste of sulfer on her lips.

She looked down at horror at Annashendi's words. As the vile creature took out her tail from her pussy, she could see her younger sister gripping it, licking the tool as it slid out. Her younger sister eagerly lapped up the pussy juice along the forbidden phallus, and licked the delicious liquid off her hands. She looked up at her sister with a flame in her eyes.

"I am Nadia," the little one said, her voice seeming to echo like the flames in her eyes. "I am Nadia, my mistress. Do with me what you will."


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[Pywakit]

Annashendi

"Nadia," Annashendi said, allowing the younger sister to hear her name spoken by demonic lips. "A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman."

Annashendi slid around Diana's back, snaking one hand up under an arm to cradle a breast from behind while the other hand slid down over her belly, her fingertips pressing against her nest of pubic hair but not quite reaching her slit. The succubus leaned in to whisper in Diana's ear as she gripped her, both tenderly as a lover and strongly as a captor.

"Diana," she whispered, "You will spread your legs and allow your sister to do what I command, or I shall open her chest, snap off a rib, and pleasure myself with it as she bleeds to death. Do you understand me, my sweet, sweet Diana?"

She didn't wait to hear Diana's response. She looked down at Nadia and smiled sweetly, almost innocently.

"Nadia. You are as lovely as you are desirable, and yet I must resist your lures for now, for your sister is in greater need of you. Use your fingers, your lips, your tongue between her legs. Bring her pleasure, Nadia, and if you do well, I will bring you even greater pleasure myself."

 

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The demon's eyes burn with the fury of Hell. A human's eyes burn with the desire of lust. Whose eyes burn brighter?

Nadia basked in the praise of Annashendi. "Yes, Mistress," she said, eyes glowing. To even be acknowledged by such a demon. Her humanity seemed to drain out of her body, as her desire to please -- and be pleased -- by her Mistress filled her soul.

"Damn you, woman," Diana said, struggling, "I see through your threat and OHHHH..." Diana unwillingly arched, Annashendi's fierce claw pinching her tight nipples. "Damn... you..." Diana gasped, fighting the painful pleasure coursing through her body. Her wet juices had already mixed with... whatever... hideous secretions the demonwoman's tail had left in her body. In truth, she felt a void, from the tail-cock that had filled her pussy. Annashendi's pressing, just above her wanton pussy, did little more than fuel her want for her liquid vagina to be touched.

And touched it was. "Oh, god, no, Sister!" Diana cried. "Don't do it... not like this..." Nadia's lips teased the swollen pussy lips of the elder sister, then two fingers entered her, a shadow of the tail-cock that was within her, yet desirable nonetheless. The fingers were followed by Nadia's tongue, writhing and probing deeply in the slit. Nadia's nose was buried deep into Diana's bush of pubic hair. The way Nadia rotated her head, sucked on Diana's clitty... Diana clutched the back of Nadia's head, forcing her further into her cunt. Were they being... a little too familiar??? Did such a frail younger sister... how could she have such expertise???

Aris began to laugh, his hand stroking the outside of his cock.


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[Pywakit]

Annashendi

"That's it, my beautiful little Nadia," Annashendi whispered as she stroked Diana's pubic hair and gently sqeezed at her breast. "Drink deep of what your sister has to offer you. Use your tongue... feel how she squirms and writhes under you, how much she needs her little sister's mouth on her netherlips, her tongue in her snatch."

Her tongue flicked out to lick the rim of Diana's ear. She felt Diana shudder, then slid back and then stretched out her legs to either side, cradling her shoulders between her legs so the top of her own sex pressed against the base of Diana's neck.

"Now, Nadia... continue your feast, but swing your own hips up this way. I believe your sister would like to return the favor to you with her own skilled lips..."

 

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Diana couldn't stand it. Her own sister was devouring her, eating her out, licking and tasting her pussy. She could feel herself losing control, her tears streamed out at the horror beholding her. The demoness cooed seductive words of encouragement.

Nadia heard her Mistresses' command and swung to cover her sister's face with her snatch. Oh, that it were her Mistress licking her out, tasting her pussy, teasing her snatch with her devilish tongue. She wryly wondered if it was forked, or had some other unworldly shape to please her with.

But she attended to her duties. Sucking and licking her poor sister's pussy, she ground her own slit into her sister's unwilling mouth. Her sister's frantic struggles only made her more determined, and she loved the feeling of her face struggling underneath her naked flesh. But returning to her own duties, he sucked harder, inserting her fingers into her sister's wanton slit, fingering her as hard as she could.

Diana convulsed, "No!!!" she shrieked into Nadia's pussy. "I can't... aahhhhh!" the poor woman arched, her desires, her pleasures betraying her will. She came mightily, and flopped, panting and crying, still between the demoness's legs.

Nadia stood up, and walked over Diana's helpless body. "Now, my Mistress," she cooed, kneeling down to straddle the demoness' abdomen. "Your humble servant asks her Mistress to bring pleasure to her only as she can."

OOC: I'll be in surgery and recovering for a few weeks, so will be off Lit. Could you PM me your YM so we can stay in touch over YM? I *do* want to continue this thread. Just wait for what Aris has in mind with your pretty little demon!


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Annashendi

Annashendi stroked Diana's breasts and belly soothingly, leaning down to kiss her gently on the brow and tasting her sister's sweat on her skin.

"There you go, Diana. You'll find that nothing else will compare to a sister's love, I'm afraid. Keep her close, for you'll never have another like her..."

She smiled as Diana crawled a few feet away, curling up into a ball and wimpering quietly as her younger sister came to her.

"Ah, Nadia. You have done well. You may be the younger sister, but I believe you will find now that you are the dominant one. Take what pleasures you will from Diana after we are done; keep her as your own, but know that in the end you will both rest with me."

She leaned forward and kissed Nadia. Her lips were wet with her sister's sex, and Annashendi lingered, enjoying the taste, before she suddenly leaned forward, throwing Nadia to the ground. The startled girl gasped as Annashendi, now on top, slithered down her body, her voluptuous tits dragging over her belly and then over her sex as the succubus lowered her face between Nadia's legs. She blew softly on the wet, dripping slit, her breath hot and steaming.

"You want me to pleasure you as only I can, but for now, my true methods must remain my own. Must save somethign for later, mmm? This will have to do you for now..."

Annashendi's tongue wasn't forked, but it was certainly more than a mortal woman's tongue. As she kissed Nadia's snatch, her lips pressing against the human's, the succubus' incredible tongue slithered out of her mouth. Its tip found the honeyed entrance and wormed its way in, further and further. Inch after inch of tongue buried itself inside Nadia as the succubus tongue-fucked her, tasting her sex to the utter depths, lapping at the tender hidden bell of her cervix with the tip. Her uppler lip danced over Nadia's clit as she sucked and slobbered, moaning and groaning into her body as she continued to pulse. She didn't thrust with her tongue as much as she contracted and undulated it, coiling it around and pressing alternately against Nadia's inner workings until finally, she felt the woman come around her. The walls of her cunt contracted and as Annashendi drew her tongue back into her deceptively dainty mouth, she sucked away what squirted out in its wake.

Annashendi stood then, the two women still twitching on the floor at her feet, one in the throes of shame, the other in the throes of bliss. She wiped the wet away from her lips with the back of a hand, then cocked her head as she regarded Aris, wondering what his next task might be. She knew better than to think that all of them would be as delightful as the first two, but humans had surprised her before...

OOC: Good luck with the surgery; take it easy and get well quick! This thread'll certainly be waiting here for you when you get better, and I'm curious to see what Aris has planned!

 

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Diana cringed at the licentious act. She had been eaten by her sister, and the demoness was gloating over her victory. The heat of sweat and lust was quickly replaced by cold stone, as the shell of a woman whimpered and cried alone in the dark.

The naked form of Nadia rose up to stand before her mistress and smiled, her lips stained with the juices and cum of her broken sister. Her mistress spoke, "Take what pleasures you will from Diana after we are done; keep her as your own, but know that in the end you will both rest with me." Nadia grinned with twisted lips to her beautiful mistress. "Is there any other way?" Nadia smiled.

Nadia was rewarded with her sister's tongue, dancing merrily upon her lips, licking her sister's sex, burning with a desirious sensation within her mouth. She wondered what miraculous pleasures it would provide her wanting snatch.

Suddenly thrown to the ground, her chest heaved with anticipation as the voluptuous beast dragged her own delicious body over hers. Nadia gasped as Annashendi beautiful breasts brushed against hers, sending a hot tingling throughout her entire mortal body. She involuntarily arched, this act alone drawing her desire. Annashendi's inhuman breath upon her sex made her quim quiver with both need and fear.

"Mmmmnnnn... uhhhhhh..." the mortal could only say. She had both cock and tongue in her, but neither could compare with the undulating fever within her pussy. Annashendi's beautiful tongue was an organ well-versed in making her come. Nadia's back arched to the point of snapping, as she pinched and pulled at her heaving bountiful tits. "Ohhhhhhh.... AHHHHHH!!!" Nadia screamed, twitching and turning as she came over Annashendi's tongue. A flood of mortal juices poured out of her snatch, a lustful offering to her mistress and surrendering of her soul to her. She, too, now lay on the cold stone floor, now a husk of a woman, sighing, content.

Aris clapped his hands, a slow mockery of applause, accompanied by a satisfied, contemptuous grin. "You have done very well. But these are mere mortals..." The grin became even wider, almost seeming to split his face. He walked into the circle, seemingly indifferent to its protection. As he walked into the sphere, his skin cracked, his body oozed, a perhaps familiar ichor of the unholy depths. His body heaved, growing, undulating, as frail mortal flesh sloughed off, revealing the underneath steaming sulpherous within.

The irradiating glowing presence smiled its toothy maw at the demoness. Its eyes glowed, as the creature continued to erupt into its truthful, immortal form. Its enormous head swayed bulkily underneath its goatlike horns and angled jaw. Its chest and hands were twisted ropes of muscle, ending in long hornlike claws. A long sinewy tail slithered out of his body, as much alive as the rest of him. His legs strained and found their way to support his enormous bulk. And, between his legs, erupted not one but two members, veined, pulsating, glowing and beating with the slurried heartbeat of the demonic creature.

"So, my love," the inhuman thing hissed. "Do you remember now? Or have the ages or some sorceror taken away your memory?" That which shed the skin of Aris chuckled. "Pleasure me. And perhaps you will remember."

OOC: Hi Py! My vote's for A&A to have fun more than dom/sub, but feel free write otherwise. Glad to be back!


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Annashendi

Annashendi's eyes sparkled as she watched Aris's body fall away, revealing the truth of who had actually summoned her from the pits. She couldn't help smiling lewdly at the revelation. It wasn't unheard of for demons to summon demons, but to have someone as virile... as notorious... as Aris go through the trouble to masquerede as a mortal man to summon her, of all the possible succubi... well, Annashendi couldn't help but be flattered, even if his summonings did have control over her to a certain extent.

"Ahh... yes, I recognize you now, Aris," she said as she looked him up and down, her gaze lingering at the tumescent twins pulsing between his legs. She stepped toward him, reached out and placed a pale hand on each of his hips, feeling his girth.

"And I recognize these two as well," she said as she dropped to her knees. "Shall we see if they recognize me?" she said as she glanced up at him, her eyes huge and dancing with mischief. She leaned forward, blowing air over the twin cocks but not quite touching them yet. She then slid her hands over to the front of the demon's body. She took hold of his lower cock at the root, aiming it down as she slid up to him, catching that cock between her ample tits. Her hands slid down to her sides, pressing her tits against the trapped member, and as she began to sway back and forth, she used only her mouth to pleasure the upper cock. She licked along the base of the shaft, enjoying the smoky and salty flavor of the pulsing demonic flesh before she reached its crown. Her limber tongue, still tasting of the insides of the human woman she'd been with so recently, pressed against the hole at the tip of that monster cock and then she took the entire head in her mouth, gripping him with her lips and waiting for him to start thrusting, down between her tits with one cock and down into her throat with the other.

OOC: I'm out for the holidays for a few days; hopefully when I get back on Tuesday night I'll be able to post more regularly. Talk to ya then!

 

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Aris' groaning members indeed told him this would be a reunion he would never forget. Demons may be able to wait years... decades... centuries... but the unbridled lust of base desired could be supressed... sublimated... but never controlled. And mere mortals could never sate, never satisfy, the yearnings and needs of a demon. They were but hints, reminders of what an immortal could truly feel. Mortals were playthings, frustrating toys that providing flitting diversion, then broke much, much too easily.

He grinned at the lovely enchantress, already kneeling and taking her flesh within her mouth. He growled with delight, as her experienced wet mouth coated his humongous organ with the wetness of lava of pleasure and pain. Her yellow sharp teeth tracked huge gouges within his member, a savage delight no mortal could ever endure. Her tongue slithered along his shaft, an ourobouros serpent with no end nor beginning. A low gutteral hurmmm of satisfaction crept from his lips, admitting his attraction to the seductive demoness.

And, as one organ felt the delight of her oral torment, the other was gleefully rubbing itself between her breasts, feeling her soft heated mounds caressing his thick veined cock. Pleasurable noises erupted from his throat, echoing throughout the now heating chamber.

The sisters could now feel the searing heat within the circle, and huddled together for safety. They wondered if their naked flesh could withstand the heated fury of the lovemaking of these two foul creatures. Yet something compelled them to stay within this circle. The groans and pleasures of these beasts stirred within their mortal flesh the hideous desire of incestual passion they had for each other -- or at least one sister for another. Bubbling within them, welling up to the surface was the sin for lust, making their flesh yearn for each other. Nadia turned to Diana, and began caressing one of her breasts...

OOC: Mmm... orgytastic! Hope your holidays went well. At the moment, I figure Nadia and Diana are NPCs, so we can both write for them.


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Annashendi

Annashendi worked at the upper cock for several moments, taking it deep into her throat and sucking tremendously at it, gripping it by the root with her dainty fangs. Finally, as she felt that turgid member pulse, she slid free of it with a nasty, loud sucking sound, leaving the spit-dripping cock to bob in the air as she leaned back, ducked her head, and engulfed that second cock. As she sucked his second member off, she slid one hand up along the length of the spit-slick shaft above, rubbing it, pressing it against her cheek and the side of her face. Fantastic amounts of slobber were running down from the other cock, and slopping out from around her lips as well. With her other hand, the succubus scooped up these thick frothy strings and brought them up against Aris' balls, massaging them, lubricating them. She could feel his four testicles, two for each massive cock, throbbing under her hands, and knew he was close. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sisters succumbing to their heat, and decided she would involve them soon enough. But first, she wanted to be the sole recipient of his initial flood. She continued to suck at him, stoking both cocks now, slobbering and sucking until both were throbbing and ready for release... she could hardly wait to taste his seed...

 

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Aris growled in delighted pleasure. Her dainty fangs burrowed into his flesh... her burning saliva tasting his meat. Her sucks excited him the more, his members swollen and growing in size. It was incredible how she could take in and swallow his engorged things. They were throbbing with blood, veins bursting with heat. He could feel his balls swelling, ready to cum all over her lithe body.

But not yet. He grabbed her by the hips, and twisted her upside down. She was still licking and fondling his cocks, and he began to lick and play with her pussy. His teeth sunk in to her fleshy pussy lips, and his tongue worked his way, snakelike, throbbing, into her passionate hot cunt. The taste of her juices were oh-so-delightful, not boringly bland like that of earth mortals.

He then reached down to one of his cocks and blithely ripped it off his body. It grew eyes from its testicles, and sprouted wings and clawed feet from the base of its body. It made plaintive, protesting whining noises. Aris rose up from his lover's steaming pussy and growled, "Shut up. Neither men nor demon can put up with you damned things. Now get *in* there and stop bitching!"

And, with that, the saliva-coated thing was jammed into Annashendi's rear. The writhing turged cock-creature buried itself into Annashendi's ass, almost distending her, in its need to fuck her crevice. Aris returned to pussy-licking, groaning in his chorus of cockflesh fucking Annashendi's wet wet mouth, and crammed into her tight fierce anus. As he succumbed to her pleasures, it wouldn't be too long before he exploded onto her delightful demon body...

OOC: Mmm... feel free to describe Aris' cumming. What *do* demons cum? Treacle?


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Annashendi

Annashendi moaned as she felt Aris tear free the cock she wasn't sucking. As it entered her ass, she grunted around the thick length of meat in her mouth, and sent one hand down to catch it, to press it deeper. She felt its tiny feet, scrabbling for purchase on her flesh, grip her finger tightly as she pushed, and before long all that hung from her pucker were a pair of bloated, throbbing nuts. She could feel its tiny legs and wings thrashing, pressing inside of her, and loved it.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of a huge shaft of demonmeat clogging her face. As she continued to suck at him, swallowing violently against his intrusion, her tongue slithered out of her mouth like a fat worm. It sought out the strangely bloodless hole left by the removal of his second cock and squirmed inside of him, pressing against the root of his nutsack from behind.

That did it. Aris howled in rapture as his nuts burst. A torrent of scalding demon seed erupted from his cock, just as Annashendi clamped down on him. The bolt of white lanced deep into her belly, and then as she slid back off his shaft another, and another painted the inside of her throat. It burnt like lava, and as she pulled off of him completely, thick shivering ropes of cocksnot spurted from the head of her lover's dick, spraying her face and hair before she took him in again. Still he came, pumping load after load into her. It backed up into her sinuses and leaked out her nose eventually, only to be slurped back into her mouth by her relentlessly sucking lips. All this time, the demonic come was alive, slithering and squirming over her face, inside of her throat, seeking always to slither deeper into any wet crevices it might find.

Finally, she tore free of his embrace. Her face still dripping with squirming ropes of white hellsperm, her cunt dripping with Aris' spit, that secondary cock almost forgotten inside her ass, she stood seductively before him.

"Come on now, Aris. Is that all you've got for me after all these years?"

 

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Aris giggled. "Hell's belles, you *are* the best, aren't you?" His flaccid penis dripped goo, burning and sizzling on the stones below. He then began muttering, energy throbbing within the circle, runes etching themselves into the floor within. He stretched out his wings, and invited her to do the same, as the air became thicker with sulpherous stench, and gravity an afterthought. The girls were lifted into the air, a surprised look on their naked bodies. More runes crept up Aris' body, wrapping themselves around his loins then down his hideous shaft, growing larger and larger, a thick rigid log of red lava. Nadia swam forward through the magikal nimbus, and clamped Annashendi from behind. Nadia gasped, "Oh!" as Annashendi felt a certain organism wriggle within her anus, adapting itself to its human host. Aris merely grabbed Diana, still struggling, and sandwiched her, upside down, between the her two tormenters. He held her legs spread, offering her mortal pussy to the mistress.

"Dine, my love, on human flesh. My daughter will fuck you in the ass while I take your pussy. Don't hurt Diana too much. Just a little," Aris smiled.

OOC: Mmm... one last foursome before the story ends and we work on the sequel...


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Annashendi

"Mmmmm..." the succubus cooed as she felt the shaft in her ass take on new life as it attached to the woman behind her and watched as Aris offered up his other daughter's sex for her banquet. "You sure do know how to treat a girl nice, Aris!"

As she felt Nadia behind her, her new cock thrusting up into her guts while her tits pressed against her shoulders, Annashendi pressed her own tits against Diana, resting them atop the undersides of her inverted chest. Flapping her wings more as a reflex to the pleasures invading her from behind than an actual need to remain afloat (Aris' magic did most of the work for all four of them), she leaned in, closed her eyes, and took a long deep breath over Diana's sex. Delightful!

Annashendi leaned in, meeting those wonderfully trembling lips with her own, kissing Diana open mouthed and savoring her flavor. Her tongue extended, and she dragged it up and down between those pink lips until finally forcing it inside. As she did, she raised up her legs and hooked her feet around Aris' hips, tugging him closer, eager for his steaming heat.

 

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Aris snickered. "A girl? Or an immortal? My little girls might debate their treatment," he roared. Nadia could feel herself crushed against Annashendi's back, a strange force pressing her body against her demonic lover. The thing inside her pussy squirmed, half exciting her, half driving her insane with fear what it would do to *her*. Diana, meanwhile groaned, her hands on Aris' broad shoulders. Her pussy tingled with Annashendi's hot tongue, burning her pussy. Aris grabbed Diana's hands and wrapped them around Annashendi's head. Diana wept tears, admitting that she wanted Annashendi's tongue deeper, deeper within her tainted snatch. Nadia, too, was succumbing to the hideous symbiote. She wrapped her hands around Annashendi's body, and squeezed and tweaked her demonic tits. Aris, meanwhile, simply pumped away. His huge organ bulged and distended Annashendi's snatch, pressing against Nadia's cock through Annashendi's thin, if she had one, membrane. He groaned with delight as he saw her wings flap in appreciation. Amazingly, Annashendi's legs wrapped around his waist, further drawing his huge cock into her otherwordly cunt...


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Annashendi

The sensation of that turgid, red-hot cock slamming up into her, coupled with the secondary cock entering her from behind, finally began to satisfy the nearly insatiable succubus. She grunted and moaned, leaning back with her long, writhing tongue sitll buried six inches inside of the woman's cunt below, and moaned aloud. Her tongue slid out with a spatter as she pressed back against Aris.

"That's it, Aris!" she cried out, her fingernails running up flesh and tracing lines of red. "Give it to me! I can barely feel you inside me... what's the matter? I need to feel you exploding, Aris... not just fucking around like that!" She hoped her jibing would get him worked up all the more. Annashendi liked it rough, and knew Aris could deliver when properly motivated.