Darker Shores (closed: Allonsy, StarWhisperer)

[Allonsy]

Malaphor huffed, looking particularly sullen and frustrated. "There is no fixing. He dragged a hand across the map, over the deadlands. "Purgatory is no living world. Not like yours." There was no reason to hide his envy.

The demon slanted a look at the mortal girl, curious about her ... compassion, that was the word. "Your sun sheds life down ..." Malaphor's hands flexed as if he could grab it, "every moment of your life. Every swallow of water there is rich in life. The earth springs up green, even the air is alive."

"The sun here casts light and heat, enough to burn, but no life," Malaphor said, voice dropping. "Every life here is bought with another -- blood and flesh and power. Everything has to be paid for." He gave a dark chuckle. "Did you think anything would be free where monsters like myself are born?"

Two imps came back, fidgeting in the background -- afraid to interrupt, desperate to obey -- with armfuls of flame colored velvet. It was a long robe of burnt velvet, ranging from a sooty gray at the hem to an autumnal orange at the shoulders. Malaphor watched Ella put it on, gaze hooded and not (terribly) lustful for once.

 

[StarWhisperer]

“Oh.” Ella said. The emotion in her voice was strange. Subdued. Her eyes darted back and forth across the map. “Are… Are you sure there’s no way to fix it?” She glanced up at him again, then back to the map.

“No… I suppose not.” She glanced up at Malaphor, thinking that, though he was a monster, that other creature that had been here was far more monsterous. Her eyes studied him curiously. “Nothing is free where I’m from, you know. People don’t understand what they have. They ruin everything.” She paused. “Sort of like how you said before you… how many men were blind, in regards to me. Or something.”

She looked down at the imps, taking the robe and putting it on. She felt a lot more comfortable now, the material soft on her skin. She looked up at the map again, then to Malaphor. “What are those markings?” She pointed to the different symbols on the map, her eyes darting momentarily to his arm, but not actually mentioning that.

 

[Allonsy]

"All that senseless greed, becoming suffering and death. Yes." Malaphor's tail swayed and his expression had something of the same look he'd gotten when tempting Ella with freedom -- at the cost of another girl's life. "I know it. A crack is opening in your world, my pet, under the weight of all that dying. I will wedge it wide and I will take what's there because I do understand."

Purgatory had been starving for millennia, and the mortal world seemed determined to mimic it. If humanity, in all their blind numbers, were so eager for death and suffering, Malaphor was quite pleased to provide it.

"Me," Malaphor pressed his hand to the sigil over the black cliffs. "Malaphor, the Prince of the Wailing Shores." Possessive pride was heavy in his voice. He swept his hand over the inlaid ocean.

"Dagon," he said. "Prince of the Depths." Down south and his eyes narrowed, a stirring of heat that made him glance over at Ella, recalling the pleasure of taking her. "Lillith, the Beautiful. Sessinnik, Balaphor, Pale Night --" Malaphor named seven in all, stopping at the simple mark to the north.

"Asteroth," his voice dropped to a growl, teeth bared but head ducked as if he wasn't quite willing to challenge, even in a conversation. "The Eldest. He draws his power, takes life ..." Malaphor raked his fingers over the brand on his arm, drawing up ruby dark blood. "from us."

"Now," he turned to Ella and his gaze was possessive and hungry and darkly hopeful, all at once. "You are here, proof that we can reach out the the mortal world again. That we will not starve, tearing at each other in the dark and the cold."

"You," Malaphor stroked along the soft line of the robe, feeling again the fierce beating of Ella's heart. His. This was all his, and more. "Are everything we need."

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella glanced up at him and frowned. This, she understood, was the difference between a person, a girl such as her, and a demon. He had no compassion, no care for her world, even though she, for some reason she couldn’t justify, cared about the slow death of his.

She listened, curious, knowing she would not remember all of the names he was telling her. She did note the pride in himself, though. She looked up at him when the tone of his voice changed. She watched him tear into his hard, drawing blood, even.

Ella’s eyes widened. She was meant to be some sort of strange savior, or beacon of hope, or something, as WELL as Malaphor’s sex toy? Fabulous. No pressure or anything. At least she didn’t actually have to do anything… just stand there and look pretty.

Her skin shivered, her heart thudding hard in her chest; she thought it might burst from her ribcage. “Well. Now that you’ve put the weight of the world on my shoulders.” Her vibrant green eyes, a color that she thought possibly really didn’t exist here, returned to the map yet again.

 

[Allonsy]

"Would you rather be unimportant?" Malaphor ducked his head to press his mouth to her hair. She smelled good. And the fineness of her hair, earthy brown with a hint of fire beneath, was smooth against his skin. The demon rubbed his check against her, cat-like. "That served you poorly in your own world. Even before I came."

He straightened up, watching her with a certain amount of contentment. "Admit it, Ella, it was a dull life, an empty life. All that love and caring mortals value so highly passing you by."

"Now look," he stretched an arm out towards the room, the fortress, and the world beyond. "You have wealth -- gold and jewels, does not humanity kill for them? You have the attention and protection of power --" Malaphor had no doubts whatsoever about his own worth. "A world will beg for your favors," he smoothed his hand across the map etched into the wall. The world might beg but Malaphor held the key and he would make it pay. "Surely that is better than a life serving food to others."

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella considered this for a moment. No, she would not rather be unimportant. She would rather she was important to one person, maybe. If she had been loved, it would be different. Maybe she would have had a reason to name a name when he had asked her if there was one. He was right, she hadn’t been happy before, but she certainly wasn’t happy now. She was merely resigned. She had no options.

She looked around, as he gestured. Then, she looked up at him, as he touched the map. “I haven’t any gold, nor jewels,” she told him. “You do. And to you, that’s all I am. Another piece of wealth, a bobble.” She glanced up at the ornate spherical cage; her new home. “I’m the centerpiece for a room decoration.”

Ella sighed and shook her head. “Let me tell you a secret, Malaphor.” She looked up at him. “Not all human’s greatest desires are power and wealth. Respect, yes, but all I ever wanted out of life was to find someone who made me feel amazing and maybe become a mother or… I don’t know.” She shook her head, looking at the map and sighing again. “You took the possibility of my dreams away from me. Maybe this whole thing is better than waitressing, but I wasn’t going to be a lonely waitress forever.”

Feeling despondent, Ella crossed her arms and looked down at the floor. He was trying to spin it as though Ella held some sway. She knew this wasn’t true. The world will beg for your favors… No, the world would beg for his favors. He was her keeper. She was an object.

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor frowned at the top of his pet's head. He liked her anger, he liked her resistance. He wanted her submission. He knew the danger of despair. He didn't want to admit he was at a loss but ... well, mortals. He'd never met one before. The demon dismissed his uncertainly before it registered as more than frustration.

Reaching for Ella's wrist he drew her with him out of the room and not too far away. "Come then," he said. He could make her feel amazing, if that was what she was looking for. Some of the imps -- including the crooked one -- trailed after the demon prince and his slave, a couple stayed behind to lick the blood that had dripped from Malaphor's wound off the floor.

The room Malaphor led her too was not terribly large and like most of the rooms so far, it did not have sensible four walls. It was more like stepping into a gem -- two thirds of the walls and most of the ceiling, were made of clear glass, looking out over the dark Purgatory night. Much of the marble floors were covered with a patch work of rugs and furs and a huge round bed took up the center. He pushed her towards it. "Lie down."

The demon went to fetch something from one of several chests pushed against the remianing stone walls.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella almost fell over, stumbling as Malaphor half-led, half-dragged her from the room. She managed to right herself, walking quickly to keep up. She wasn’t surprised at his lack of a response. She doubted he could even comprehend the feelings she had just detailed. After all, his kind could not cry.

She glanced over her shoulder at the imps following after them, smiling when she saw her favorite, Crook-nose. That brought her at least a little extra happiness. Ella was about to ask where they were going when they walked into a room. It was a little bit of a surreal experience, to be in there. Ella looked up at the ceiling, at the night sky, wondering if there were stars in Purgatory.

She stumbled again as she was directed to the bed, feeling a sinking dread in her stomach, but nodding, walking over and sitting on it. She watched Malaphor on the other side of the room for several moments before she laid down, scooting to the middle of the bed and laying there with her hands behind her bed.

Ella’s eyes drifted closed. She was still tired, and a tiny bit sore, though less so than she had been when she first woke.

 

[Allonsy]

Malpahor rifled through a couple of chests before he found what he was looking for and came over to smile, satisfied, down at Ella. She'd lain back, none of the yelling and struggling (fun as that had been) and it was pleasant to see her obedience. He scrambled onto the bed -- easily big enough for both of them with room -- beside her. He pushed back the robe to bare her body to him, pale skin marked with bruises from his having her before.

Opening the squat bottle he'd fetched, the demon poured a slow ribbon of amber fluid into his palm. It smelled a bit like amber and a bit like myrrh and was slick on his hands. When he smoothed his hand on her belly, the oil was already warm from his hot skin as the demon traced a firm line down, over the enticing angle of her hip and along the tense muscle of her thigh. Malaphor rumbled low in pleasure, he didn't even nibble, as he worked to pull the tension from the slim body so vulnerable under his touch. If his pet imagined some mortal man could make her feel amazing, a prince of Purgatory could certainly do it -- better.

The demon used the oil to smooth his touch over Ella's arms and legs, along all the aches in her body and to pull the pain from the bruises he'd decorated her with before.

This time, he did not force, did not drag, was not planning to make her scream in denial. This time Malaphor would seduce.

 

[StarWhisperer]

This time, he did not force, did not drag, was not planning to make her scream in denial. This time Malaphor would seduce.

Ella probably would have resisted if she hadn’t been so tired. She looked up, lifting her head a bit when Malaphor climbed onto the bed. She made a small noise of protest, but didn’t really do anything when he pushed back her robe.

She let out a low, slow sigh, groaning from deep in her throat at the feeling of the warm oil spreading along her sore skin. Malaphor massaged in the oil, the pressure from his fingers reaching deep into her muscles. Her soreness seemed to evaporate and she moaned her approval.

“God,” she mumbled, her eyes opening. She had a dreamy look on her face. “For a demon, you give exceedingly excellent massages.” Ella wanted to have him stop, but frankly, it just felt too good. Maybe in a couple of minutes, she reasoned with herself.

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((Sorry for the crappy post X_X very ADD tonight))

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor's mouth curled in pleasure as his lovely Ella relaxed, for the first time since he'd first laid eyes on her. It gave him an opportunity to appreciate her -- the pale color of her skin, the slender wrists and ankles, the way she would breathe under his hand. He smoothed his hand over her breasts in the same, easy stroke he'd used on her arms, her nipples tightened. His breath left him in a shivering sigh.

The demon found himself oddly torn between pushing no further, so he might enjoy the look on her face, and the greed of his own lust. To be tempted to restraint by another's pleasure was ... unusual. Unnatural, even.

The demon let his touch move gradually to more intimate places, still easy, even if his warm fingers pressed along the smoothness of Ella's inner thigh or he caught a hardening nipple gently in his fingers. Malaphor was more aroused as each breath passed, his big hands moving in long, slow caresses more than a true massage anymore.

Malaphor wanted very much to fuck his lovely pet but he unexpectedly wasn't in the mood for her screams. The flick of his tail was conflicted, unused to anything besides impulse and swift satisfying of it. A few minutes more and with a throaty sound, he picked up Ella's small hand and poured oil onto it, then pressed it to his own chest. His gaze was heavy-lidded, gleaming gold and intense as he lay back, still holding Ella's hand so she was now the one sitting up as he reclined on the satin and velvet sheets.
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ooc; no worries. you've got ... what, five threads going?

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella felt more relaxed than she had since before he had stolen her away from the residential street in her world. She sighed, groaning a little every time his hand touched her breasts and inner thighs, though they were light and breathy, as if she didn’t even realize they were escaping her lips.

She glanced over, noticing the fact that his touch had slowly evolved from a massage to just stroking and caressing her skin. Ella shut her eyes, waiting for the moment when he didn’t restrain himself any longer, instead climbing on top of her and taking her again as he had before. It didn’t come, however, after several minutes.

Ella thought that the throaty noise signaled the arrival of the violent moment she had been waiting for, but instead he just sat her up, oil on her hand, and placed it on her chest. Was he looking for a massage? It seemed like it.

Mostly just happy that he wasn’t currently using her as a sex doll, Ella spread the oil over both of her tiny-by-comparison hands, massaging it into Malaphor’s muscled chest, intent on what she was doing. She chewed on her lower lip without realizing, a habit she had picked up as a child and had a tendency to do whenever she was really focusing on something.

Her hands moved up to his shoulders, then down one arm, the one that wasn’t branded and tattooed, all the way down to his forearm and hand. She knew from multiple manicures that getting your hand massaged could be surprisingly relaxing. She moved over to his other arm, hoping somehow that if she pleased him enough he wouldn’t rape her again, at least not for a while.

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((I get all dissatisfied with myself when my posts suck It's like a personal failure.))

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor, like every other greater demon, had fought for his life from the moment he'd crawled, squalling, out of the Abyss. The muscles in his broad chest, his arms and even his hands were powerful. Ella's touch was more skilled than strong but he grunted in unexpected response when she kneaded the palm of his hand and ball of his thumb. He arched into the sheets, the curl of his horns pressing into the assortment of pillows, his pulse beating heavily in his throat -- with his chin tipped up, it was an unexpected moment of vulnerability.

This was nice enough that Malaphor didn't feel any particular urge to leap up and throw his pet down on the velvet, despite the fact he was more than half-hard. He watched her though, through slitted lids, appreciating the sway of her breasts as she moved over him and the spill of her hair like a veil over her bare shoulders.

The way she nipped at her own mouth as she worked sent a shiver through Malaphor's belly and he pressed his tongue to his own -- much sharper -- teeth. He would bite her there, he decided lazily, and lick the blood from her mouth. Later.

Instead, he stretched, cloven hooves rucking up the sheets, long tail curling idly alongside Ella's thighs, tip curling and uncurling slowly. "It does not hurt," he said as her hand skimmed over the brand. "Not that I would be troubled if it did," Malaphor went on with reflexive pride.

He let his pet set her own pace, wondering if she'd touch those parts of him not like a human. Or his cock, nestled full and heavy along the crease of his thigh. He wondered at the first but was pretty sure she'd not lay a hand on his cock unless he made her. The thought, though, brought another shiver of interest along the lines of his belly, and a twitch to his cock.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella was incredibly surprised at Malaphor’s reaction to her touch on his hands. She had to remember that, in case it became useful to her later. She looked at the brand, nodding and returning to massage that part of the arm as she had the rest.

Slowly, Ella worked her way back down his chest, to his abs, which she had to admit to herself were impressive. She worked on his side, then down to one thigh, trying to decide if she should go into the fur below his knee.

“Hmm. Um. Do you care if I get the oil in your, um…. Fur?” Ella looked up, uncertain. She had avoided his cock, as he had guessed she would, though she did notice that it was semi-erect, which worried her. She waited for his response, though, trying to pretend with all of her being that she hadn’t noticed. She felt more rested than she had when they came into the room, relaxed. She ran a hand through her hair.

 

[Allonsy]

"Mmm, no," Malaphor muttered, stretched like a lazy tiger on the bed. The predatory gleam in his eyes remained but it was banked, for now. The anatomy of the demon's lower legs was less human, of course, strongly muscled calves and a complex ankle joint. His hooves were smooth and polished and glossy black. It was Malaphor's intention that Ella become used to his body – that she come to crave it, eventually. The possibility had been there from the first touch, when she'd lain under him, terrified and flushed when he'd put a hand on her breast. He was going to nurture that, and enjoy himself in the process.

When Ella had put her hands everywhere she was willing – skipping cock, horns and tail – Malaphor put an arm around her waist and drew her against his body. They were both warm now, and his pet was pliant and relaxed. Laying his hand over hers, he encouraged Ella to stroke a part of him that was very interested in what was going on.

His cock throbbed, swelling, pleasure warming his blood. His own grip was familiar enough but Ella's hand, cool and slim, was new and sharply exciting. "This is called a compromise," he said to Ella's pretty, unhappy face. "I get what I want and we save your lovely pussy for another time."

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella nodded and proceeded to massage his lower legs. It was a little odd, like giving a massage to an animal instead of a sentient being, except she knew what the legs were attached to. She eyed his tail for a moment before shaking her head to herself. No, she didn’t think she could quite go there. It was already unnerving enough whenever his tail touched her.

Malaphor pulled her up against him and she acquiesced, too relaxed and afraid of consequences to protest. She balked, however, when he put her hand on his cock, attempting to withdraw it, but he held her hand fast, refusing to let her stop.

Her hand slowly built a rhythm. She had a hard time getting her fingers all the way around (her fingertips didn’t touch her thumb) but Ella did her best. She would much rather do this than have him split her pussy in two again.

One thing worried Ella in the back of her mind, though, as she stroked Malaphor’s cock; his happy ending. What was he going to expect as far as cleanup? She wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to suck him off or swallow it. There were a lot of blankets around, but no towels, really, that Ella could see. Her thumb stroked back and forth over the bulbous mushroom head and she bit her lip, that concentration thing again, as she tried to figure out how this would end.

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor wasn't thinking of anything much beyond the pleasant touch of his pet's hand on his cock. Another first time and the thought made the demon smile in satisfaction, as he groaned approval. She wasn't enthusiastic but her reluctance was part of the pleasure. The enticing nip of her teeth on her own lip conjured up images that Malaphor immediately wanted to make real.

He ran his hand up Ella's back, cupping the nape of her neck and drew her inexorably down to where his cock throbbed, thick and swollen, in her hand.

"Shhhh --" he told her, and, "open wide pet." A drop of pre-come welled at the head of his cock and the demon's breathing was deep as he anticipated the first, sweet kiss of her mouth on his aching flesh.

"Take as much as you can," Malaphor crooned in perverse reassurance. "I'll not punish you for imperfection."

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella resisted, pushing back against his hand. She whimpered, shaking her head. “No, I can’t….” It was too late, though, it was just before her face, large and throbbing, oozing pre-come.

He shushed her and she very, very slowly opened her mouth, her tongue curling out pink and warm and swiping across the pre-come drop. It was salty and hot and Ella shuddered, trying very hard not to think about what she was doing.

Tentatively, Ella stretched her mouth open as wide as she could. She had to strain herself in order to wrap her lips around his cock. Ella tried hard not to cringe. He said there wouldn’t be punishment for imperfection. She wondered if that meant she could get away with not actually trying.

She tried to apply the same principles here for blowjobs she had given in the past, but they had been with normal sized cocks on normal men. Malaphor was something else altogether. Her lips and cheeks ached trying to accommodate for his girth.

After a minute or two, Ella’s head bobbed as much as she could, her hand stroking the silky skin that her mouth could not reach, her tongue curling against the bottom, stroking a vein as she did so. Her cheeks caved with the suction, her eyes watering with the effort.

 

[Allonsy]

"That's right," Malaphor murmured, heart thudding in his chest and low down, in his cock at the root of his balls. The warm kitten swipe of Ella's tongue made the demon shudder -- such a small touch for such a profound reaction. He stroked her hair back so he could watch her mouth work and listen to the moist sounds she made with her mouth wide stretched over his cock.

"There's a good pet," Malaphor said softly, eyes slitting with pleasure as Ella sucked at him. She choked a little and he petted her hair. "Just relax," he crooned. "Relax, Ella, you fight so hard. It would be so much easier if you just relaxed ...."

The demon's voice was comforting in a disturbing way, like a whisper in the dark you knew better than to listen to but did anyway. His thighs tensed and relaxed, minute movements in response to the teasing, coaxing pull of Ella's mouth. He shifted the angle of her head a bit, making his cock slide easier on her tongue; easier for her and sweeter for him.

"Start easy," he coaxed. "Just relax your mouth and rock and ... ah, there. That's right."

Malaphor was fighting against the urge to thrust, to fuck and to come. He wanted to draw this out, until Ella was easier with her mouth on his cock. Still, there was only so much self-control he could muster. His pet. His pet was so beautiful. She looked so natural and proper with her mouth on his cock. And the feel of her, sweet as her pussy, the velvety push of her tongue and the way she worked her hand in tandem. Even the occasional brush of her teeth, despite her efforts, was appealing.

The wicked spill of the demon's words stammered, broke, was lost to resonant groans of pleasure. His grip shuddered, flexing in Ella's long hair then fell away as he gasped, arched, the muscles of his belly and thighs clenching hard. The demon's heavy balls drew up, his cock twitched and the first pulse of come rushed from the tip of his cock. Malaphor was too focused on the rush of his orgasm to control what Ella did, he'd already passed the tipping point and came, with a brief deep cry, whether or not she still had her mouth on him.

Spent, he relaxed on the bed, a possessive arm around Ella. He wasn't going to let her go.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella actually rolled her eyes. She had zero desire to be called a “good pet.” Just relax, Ella, you fight so hard. Relax… relax… Ella thought deep in her mind that the reason she fought so hard was that everything he had taken from her had been against her will. Her life, her sex, her rights, her freedom, everything. She fought back because Ella was a fighter and she didn’t want to just sit down and take it.

In truth, Ella had never really minded sucking cock. Actually, she’d quite enjoyed it in the past. She was a bit surprised when he helped her adjust her angle and made it so much easier. But, then, he did stand to gain. Better blowjob, easier orgasm. Relax….

Finally, consciously, Ella forced herself to do just that. One by one she focused on relaxing her muscles, relaxing everything. It made it that much easier to fit his massive cock into her mouth, though she did choke and gag every once in a while when it brushed the back of her throat.

Ella had plenty of advance warning when Malaphor was about to cum. He stopped the steady stream of encouragement to moan and groan. Ella flinched, her mouth tightening a bit and her eyes watering, when he pulled slightly at her hair in a reflexive grasp, but she was alright again as soon as he let go. She didn’t pull her mouth away, unsure what he wanted her to do, although she was terrified he would do as some had done in the past; grab the back of her head and push down.

He didn’t, though, letting her do as she wished. She took it into her mouth, gagging a little at the taste and pulling off, letting the rest rocket into the air and while she wiped her mouth clean, spitting onto the floor.

When he was done, Malaphor pulled Ella close, possessive. She sighed, her small body tense beside his. She wished he wouldn’t hold her like that, like she was his and not a person. She did have her own thoughts. People were not meant to be possessions.

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor grabbed one of the throws on the bed and wiped off, tossing it to the floor where one of the imps made away with it. Ella may have forgotten, but they had watched with avid eyes. He stroked Ella's back for a few moments, drifting, relaxed as he rarely had the opportunity to be. She was hunched in against his side, not willing, exactly, but not resisting. He had, at the smooth slide of her skin under his palm, a very wicked idea.

Wicked ideas came naturally to him, after all.

So, he rolled Ella onto her back, to run a fingertip down between her breasts, lightly along her belly and to the softness of her pubic hair. "Isn't there an important mortal concept of ... reciprocation?" Malaphor asked slyly. He teased his finger along the delicate folds of her pussy, a stroke more meant to entice than satisfy. Ella was warm there and the neat lips of her pussy were enticing enough that it was good that Malaphor had just taken his pleasure from Ella's mouth. He drew his touch up to where her clit was tucked away, the pad of his finger rocking against her.

"If things go as I wish," Malaphor went on in that dark, velvety purr, "and they will. I must come to an understanding of mortal traditions. So, lovely Ella, I'll practice with you."

The demon bent his head and brushed his lips along Ella's full breast, kissing a nipple, then flicking his tongue against the hardening tip.

 

[StarWhisperer]

And here Ella had thought they were done. Well, hoped, really. She looked at him, wide-eyed, goose bumps rising on her soft flesh while his finger traced down along her stomach and then along her slit. She bit her lip, looking up at Malaphor.

It was odd. Most times, in her experience, once a male got his rocks off, if Ella hadn’t already gotten the equivalent, she wasn’t getting it, at least not anytime soon. Malaphor, though, was not like human men, that much was clear, and here was another thing he differed in.

She tried hard not to groan at the feel of his large finger pressing and teasing at her clit, though her toes curled involuntarily and her hips rocked, though only subtly. Ella squeezed her eyes shut.

“As you wish?” she mumbled, trying to distract him. “How do you want things to go, out of curiosity?” She assumed he meant taking human life to save the lives here, in his world, but she couldn’t be sure. Ella let out a small, accidental sigh. She didn’t want it to feel good, but he was pressing all the buttons for a biological reaction Ella had no control over.

She couldn’t figure out what he was playing at. Was he trying to win her over, somehow, or lull her into a false sense of security? Or, the more likely option, he just enjoyed touching her and toying with her, and bringing about pleasurable reactions when he knew she wished she had no reaction to him at all.

Ella felt the tip of Malaphor’s horn brush her arm and she shuddered, moving them away from her body so that that would not happen again. The horns were an acute reminder of how easily he could hurt her. She opened her eyes looking down to where Malaphor feasted on her breast, his lips and tongue pressing against her nipple almost urgently. She could feel herself growing wet, despite her will not to.

 

[Allonsy]

"Once upon a time," Malaphor started, as if all this were some horrible fairy tale. "The lost souls of the mortal dead would fall to Purgatory like rain." He nuzzled down between Ella's breast and curled his fingers between the lips of her pussy. She was slicking up nicely for him. Her breathing hitched under his mouth as he drew his now slippery finger up to play more insistently with her clit.

"And we'd thrive," Malaphor purred, kissing down her body, pausing to bite tenderly at the softness of her belly. "But brave mortals, and faithful ones, choked that off. Severed the ties between here and your world."

Malaphor had two fingers working Ella with insistence and he shifted down, edging between her slim legs, pausing to lick a lazy line up her inner thigh.

"But that was a long time ago," he lifted his head to look up the lovely line of Ella's body; the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts with the pink nipples drawn hard, the way her thighs were forced to spread wide around his shoulders, the sweet pussy, vulnerable to him now. "And there are few left up there, guarding the larder."

The demon gave Ella's pussy a long lick, tasting heat and desire. He smiled at her shuddering response. He doubted that Ella was paying much attention to his words at this point but the pauses to speak would act to excite her further.

"I'm going to chain your world to mine," Malaphor murmured, then flicked his hot tongue against Ella's clit, teasing, quick, then soothing her with a sucking kiss. "And we're going to thrive, again."

The demon stopped talking then, occupying himself with other, more interesting things. His lovely pet writhed, her pussy growing eagerly wet, plump lips swelling. He rewarded her with more wet kisses to her clit, then lapped at her sweet slit, then pressed his tongue into her. She was all heat and lush wetness. Instinctive shudders of pleasure and lust rocked Ella's body and Malaphor slid his hands under her ass to tilt her hips up so she was more open to his greedy mouth.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella wished desperately that he would stop telling his twisted little tale. It made her feel like that was what her body was reacting to, instead of his touches, which, while she didn’t want to react to those, at least it was a little more normal to do so.

She mewed has he gently bit at her belly. A thrill ran through her at the quickly-cooling trail of heat his tongue left on her thigh. She knew what he was going to do and she hated herself because she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist moaning, growing wetter and wetter until she was sopping. Probably, he wouldn’t stop until she had herself an orgasm. Malaphor would be satisfied by that, Ella was sure.

Ella gasped, biting her lip to contain something a bit more throaty and loud. Malaphor’s direct assault on her tender pussy had begun. Her toes pushed into the bed, her hands moving uselessly, as if she could push Malaphor off of her.

She couldn’t even hear what Malaphor was saying anymore, only the rush of her heartbeat and the staccato rhythm of her breath. She vaguely noticed when he stopped talking to focus on licking and sucking at her sex. Ella lifted her hips when his hands slid under her, trying to avoid them but her pelvis ran into Malaphor’s mouth and her ass dropped back into his hands.

Gasps and moans started escaping more and more as time progressed. Ella’s small body quaked and shook as her orgasm built, like a coming tidal wave, drawing up in the pit of her stomach, ready to suck her in and crash down at any moment. Malaphor’s tongue pressed inside of her, then came up to flick at her clit before his lips crashed down on it. Ella writhed, screaming in unwanted ecstasy as it did crash down, consuming her with spasms, her body bucking violently as the wave of pleasure overtook her.

 

[Allonsy]

The mortal noises Ella made were adorable in their vulnerability, it was beyond Malaphor's understanding that no one had taken her already, for she signaled her submissiveness with every breath she took. Other fool's loss was the demon's gain and he paced Ella's passion -- keeping her on edge enough so she had little time for thinking.

It was her reactions Malaphor wanted, without her stubborn will to interfere and soon enough she had surrendered her pleasure to him, as she should. At the end, she was shrieking in full throated pleasure, head thrown back, knees clamped against the demon's broad shoulders as she bucked between the grip of his hands and the delight of his mouth.

The clench and throb of her pussy against him was a taste (very much a taste) of what he would have when she'd adjusted to him and took his cock with eagerness instead of struggle. The demon nibbled along Ella's thighs before drawing back wiping his mouth on his wrist before laying a wide hand on her belly for a moment, to feel the last, sweet flutters of her orgasm through her muscles.

His pet seemed too content, or too weary to even close her legs and lay as her climax had left her, even the moue of unhappiness on her face was inviting. Malaphor stroked Ella's belly once more than clambered out of the bed, leaving her there as he strode off, the heavy sounds of his hooves fading away as he passed into a further room to leave her to rest.

For awhile.
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ooc; I figure some time will pass and Ella can wake when the sun comes up again? Malaphor will be off doing demon things and I have some ideas for the morning until he returns to torment Ella some more. The bathing room she was in earlier is off this room as well (the imps can show her) but she'll need to end up back in this bedroom for the morning scene I have in mind.