Darker Shores (closed: Allonsy, StarWhisperer)

[Allonsy]

The demon tipped her had from one side, then the other, as if trying to fit her mind around Ella's thoughts. To offer without seeking something in return was as alien to Uphir as this entire world was to Ella. Still, Ella's human strangeness was to Uphir's benefit and finally she rolled her shoulders in a shrug. Perhaps humans were so rich they could afford such strangeness.

“A pawn becomes Queen, if it makes it to the end of the board,” Uphir said, for should this human become more powerful (and she was more powerful than she knew, already) currying her favor might be useful.

“The Prince seeks weapons from us,” Uphir gestured where Malaphor and several red-skinned demons huddled together. “He plans for war – well, for more war than the usual raids.” The demons hand dropped to her belly again, for even demons have a shred of maternal instinct.

It was true, Malaphor planned war – a great war beyond any Purgatory had known for centuries, a war that would break the barred gates out of this starving land to the riches of the mortal world – and he'd take that wealth and command it for his own. But that meant a grand army, in Malaphor's mind, and that meant he must rule Purgatory first. With Ella's presence, the ancient standoff among the powerful was coming to an end.

While it seemed that Malaphor ignored Ella, he kept an eye on his precious pet. When he was satisfied that the demons would do as he wished, he turned to her, taking her hand to draw her from the stool and pulling her close with a toothy grin. He ran a hand down her bare back, fingertips pausing at the edge of the belt, nudging it to make the toy within her move. “You hunger, my pet, do you not?”

Malaphor bent to breathe in the scent of Ella's skin, lips brushing her neck, tail lashing lazily. “Tell me how you lust for me, and I will soothe you.”

He wished to hear her admit the truth; she craved him. Malaphor was particularly pleased that she would do so in front of the gossipy lesser demons, that all might know how his pet yearned to serve him.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella nodded her head, carefully considering the she-demon’s words. She glanced at Malaphor and wondered if she would, in fact, make it to the end of the board. Did she really want to be queen? She mostly just wanted to be taken out of play without dying.

“War sounds…bad.” Ella felt a shiver run through her, thinking of dead and dying beings. She thought of men in camo and tanks and realized that war here would probably be much more personal. “What sorts of weapons, if I may ask?”

Malaphor approached and Ella tensed, then forced herself to relax. He nudged the belt, moving the glass object inside of her, and she barely suppressed a moan. Despite herself, gooseflesh raised itself across the back of her neck at the feeling of his lips. The idea of admitting the warmth stirring between her legs and the warm rivulet of fluid running down her soft, pale inner thigh, let alone in front of a swarm of gossipy demons, was loathsome, but she realized with a small start that he wasn’t entirely wrong. She did desire for her needs to be placated, and much to her surprise, she wanted it from Malaphor.

Ella gritted her teeth and looked away. “I-…” She noticed the black beady eyes watching her, felt Malaphor’s hot breath on her skin, and her knees weakened. “I really need you,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she heard the words in her own voice, and felt her own body betraying her. “Please get the … get it out of me and take me yourself.” The last few words lilted upward, coming out more like a question or a prayer.

 

[Allonsy]

“Well – clingfire, no doubt -” Uphir would have said more but the others began to stir and when Malaphor approached, the she-demon made herself scarce. She had no wish to draw attention to herself. She lingered though, watching, as the curiosity of her kind bid her.

“Please get the … get it out of me and take me yourself.”

Her trembling willingness was delightful and Malaphor would reward Ella for her surrender. And himself, of course, because his desires were the ultimate goal. He enjoyed the shiver of her skin and drew his hand down Ella's chest, fingers slipping under the inadequate drape of silk to cup her breast, unconcerned as it slipped aside to reveal her to the skittish demons watching. He brushed his lips along her throat, where Ella's pulse raced then glanced up. Malaphor had no concern for observers but he did want a place to spread Ella out and enjoy her.

The devils made themselves scarce, gesturing in the general direction of an inner room – some leader's private chambers. Malaphor had to bend his head to clear the doorway and one of his horns scraped along ancient stone, dust pattering to the floor as he guided Ella in. There was a platform strewn with soft leather and furs, and woven drapes that bore faded gold trim. It was primitive but it would do. Bits of sunlight filtered from cracks along the wall, casting stripes of light and shadow across Malaphor's reddish hide and his mortal pet's fair skin. The room also gave a semblance of privacy, though everyone knew what transpired there.

Malaphor slid his hands up Ella's sides, taking the scrap of silvery silk with his touch, leaving her in nothing but the belt and tormenting toy held fast by it. He rumbled in pleasure at the sight of her, naked but for the pleasurable torment he inflicted on her. “You are a lovely creature, my pet.”

He drew her hands towards the clasp of his broad belt, that supported what was essentially a complicated loincloth. “Come now, here is what you want.”

Malaphor wanted her hands on him, he wanted to see her eager to touch him, and feel her hands on his cock, trembling with desire.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella was half-surprised that Malaphor hadn’t wanted more begging, though she felt like she would have given him more groveling easy if it meant the hot throbbing in her nether regions would be eased. She felt a heated blush spreading hotly up her chest and neck and face when he cupped her breast, showing off more of her body to the gathered demons. She took in a sharp breath.

He led her to the inner room where she knew he would rid her, at least temporarily, of the ache in the bottom of her belly. Ella took the room in, from the stone ceiling and cracked walls, the way the light moved in the room, the decorations of the bed platform that she thought must once have been grand.

She turned to him when he slid the scrap of silk from her body, her nipples hard and pink in the air, little round seashells, her breasts pert and buoyant. He told her she was lovely and, despite herself, as were many of her emotions lately, she found herself feeling internally pleased. “Thank you,” she murmured, bowing her head. All she could think about was the delicate lock holding her pleasurable torment in place at the base of her spine.

She unhooked his belt with deft fingers, allowing his only covering to fall to the cool floor and stared with unconcealed desire at his manhood. She drew closer, glancing shyly up at him before reaching out and grasping him in both hands, stroking the soft skin of the shaft. She ran one finger across the head, gathering a droplet of precum, and licked it off of her finger without thinking. Surprised at herself, she looked up at him again with large doe eyes. “How can I please you?” she asked, sounding and feeling rather malleable.

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor was quite pleased with the sight before him. He traced his fingers across Ella's cheek and down her body to pinch a lovely nipple, then drew in a deep breath as she stroked the head of his cock, drawing her finger to her mouth and looking up at him.

It was an irresistible sight.

The massive demon stepped close and urged his pet to sit on the edge of the bed, which put his cock at near perfect height to that lovely mouth. Malaphor stroked the length of his shaft, serpentine tail stirring at the pleasurable pull, and brushed the head of his sex across her soft lips. His other hand combed through her hair, then cupped her head, making clear the service Ella was expected to offer. His hand was gentle, right now, but that could change in an instant.

"Show me your appreciation for what is to come."

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella moved unsteadily backward and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked up at Malaphor’s magnificent cock and swallowed, then licked her lips. She closed her eyes at the feel of his cock head brushing her lips and moaned as he combed his hand through her hair. She nodded slightly at his instruction, still thinking of the relief she would be afforded, and her tongue came out of her mouth, caressing the salty flesh before her.

Ella’s lips wrapped around Malaphor’s sex and she looked up at him while she enveloped him in her warm, soft mouth. She put her hands on his legs and pulled forward, stretching her mouth to accommodate his girth. Cheeks aching, Ella sucked and licked, concaving her cheeks around the large cock before her. As she sucked, the need within her began to grow, and Ella squeezed her legs together. She pulled away after several minutes and looked up at him.

“I need you,” she murmured, then ran her tongue again across the head of his cock. Ella cupped his massive balls in her hands and massaged them gently. “Please.” She shifted her hips and groaned. “I’m begging.”

 

[Allonsy]

Malaphor delighted in the vision before him; Ella's lovely and strange gaze on him with her mouth stretched wide around his cock. She sucked so obediently, tongue pressing wet along his shaft as her head bobbed that he was tempted to spill into her mouth rather than fuck her as she wished. His grip on her hair tightened briefly when she pulled away, soothed a bit by the way she licked him, and the urgency in her throaty moan.

“I’m begging.”

She was, and the way she squirmed reminded the demon of the heat of her desire, the scent of her, and how it felt to fuck her while she whimpered and denied she liked it, even as her whole body sang for him. Malaphor stroked Ella's cheek, his thumb running a little roughly over her soft mouth before he pushed her back onto the bed. “It's good to see you adjusting so easily ...” Malaphor rumbled with satisfaction. “Begging comes naturally does it not?”

Standing at the edge of the bed, he gestured. There was a small gold key pinched between his large fingers, the one that had locked the teasing toy into her body and stirred her needy sex to life. “Turn over, pet, so I may free you from your torment.”

The demon looked forward to inflicting many torments on his beautiful pet and as imaginatively as he could. Malaphor had an excellent imagination.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Ella sighed, half-worried and half relieved when he pushed her back onto the bed. She watched him produce the key and sighed again, squirming and feeling the body-warmed toy move within her. She nodded and rolled over onto her stomach and then pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air. “Y-yes,” she murmured hesitantly. She didn’t like to admit it, but it was easy for her to submit herself to Malaphor after he’d kept her in a cage and touted her like a new toy. “Yes, Sire.”

She waited for the feel of his hand on her skin and the feeling of the toy coming out of her sex. “I am beginning to enjoy some things…” She trailed off and bit her lip, glancing back at him, her hair falling over her face. The position she was in left her completely vulnerable to him.

((sorry I was MIA for a bit, summer got crazy!))