Vresas the Demoness

Emily felt offended but said nothing. She noticed her fear was entirely gone, though it had no reason to depart—a demoness was in her room. Now it was insulting her. She felt offense, but not fear. How strange.

"Sorry," demoness said wryly. "I know you would prefer not to hear that. It is true, though. Let's not deceive ourselves. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or desperate desires, rather. . ."

"You can help me have him, though?"

"Yes. If you still want him."

"Still want him? What do you mean?"

The demoness raised out of her chair, slowly and seductively, then stretched out her arms. Though Emily had never seen her before, her beauty was captivating—intoxicating. She knew she was probably being enchanted somehow, under the demoness's spell, but she didn't care. She was too curious to see what might happen next.

"I mean," the demoness continued, walking closer to Emily and crouching by her bedside, "we're going to make a pact. And I'm going to take what I want from you. And if you still want Galen Amano, afterwards, then you can have him. But you'll always really belong to me. Double duties, you might say."

"You mean. . . I will be your wife, also?"

"Something like that," the demoness said. "I know you. I've watched you all this past week. I've sank deep into your thoughts—I've heard the thoughts you didn't even know you had. I've listened to every whisper of your heart. I know it all—all of it. In a sense, you already belong to me, but I haven't yet tasted you. But I will."

Emily gulped. She felt a twinge of fear return but, more than that, she felt aroused. Everything about the demoness—the way she talked, the way she moved, the way she smelled—dripped sensuality. Emily could barely think straight in her presence. She knew she was being seduced. Even when the demoness insulted her, Emily loved it. She could be insulted—scolded—by that wicked, sultry voice all night.

The demoness moved in closer. Emily could feel her hot breath against her cheek.

"I don't want to taste all who summon me," she whispered. "Only a few. Only those who were made to submit. To be conquered. Girls like you."

Emily felt a dark chill race through her small frame. Those words were too accurate—beneath the surface of Emily's common longings was a deeper, more primal desire. A desire to be dominated—to surrender to someone stronger. To make the surrender complete. To be used for their pleasure, however they wished. Sometimes, in her masturbations, she would go farther in her fantasies than her conscious mind would allow. Normal sex scenes with Galen would give way to scenes of more ferocious lust—quite improper for a girl like her to desire and imagine. But it couldn't be helped. She saw herself in all manner of subjugated poses, nude, before a myriad of lovers—women and men. She envisioned how they used her for their pleasure, ravishing her mouth, her pussy, her entire body with their own. Any way they wanted—as much, and as little, as they wanted. She would enter a place of supreme powerlessness, helpless before their cruel and artful caresses, her body becoming almost selfless and empty in the way it fulfilled their every whim. And these fantasies always had one, grand result: powerful, wet orgasms, spraying and gyrating and spasming as she cried out, her cheeks flush with desire. She always worried her mother or sister would barge in at the worst moment and see what she was doing—but they never did.

"Don't worry," the demoness said. "I won't take you too far. Yet."

Emily shivered as the demoness then kissed her cheek, giving it a sultry, long lick. Her hot tongue against her flesh felt even better than she imagined. She wanted that tongue for herself—to suck it, to feel it sliding over her aching skin.

"We're just starting," the demoness said.

Emily shivered with delight. Her sex ached and yearned at those words—her mouth watered. Take me her mind whispered.

"Here is how it works:" the demoness continued, "you will belong to him, but also to me. Anytime I want, you will be mine. I will get all the pleasure I want from you, whenever I want. Don't worry—I am fair. I'm not greedy. But you will submit to me, as my own, and do whatever I ask. And I will have many tasks for you—not only ones of a lustful nature. This is how the pact works. You may read in your books that a demon or demoness wants a particular thing in exchange—like a soul—but possessing a soul isn't like possessing a gem or jewel. And it is not like stepping into someone else's body. No—it is always about having one's way, completely. This is what we are and this is what we do. Do you understand?"

Emily nodded.

"Good. And you accept?"

"Yes," she whispered.

Oh God, she immediately thought. Did I really just agree to this? But the deed was done. She knew enough from demon lore to know that there was no turning back—as soon as the words escaped her lips, the pact was sealed. Forever. She belonged, now, to a demoness. She would have her Galen, and the life she wanted. All her dreams would come true. But all at a price—a price that could never be fully paid.

The demoness smiled. "Wise choice."

8

Emily's eyes thinned to slits as she looked up toward the demoness. Somehow she appeared even more beautiful than before—incandescent, shimmering with lust. Emily licked her lips in anticipation. Despite her usual shyness, she was ready.

The demoness moved closer till she stood at the edge of Emily's bed. Emily could feel her body heat radiating off her skin. The demoness then looked downward at her own crotch. To Emily's astonishment, a large, thick cock rose up in between the demoness's legs. It looked just like a man's—veined, massive, straining to be touched.

Emily looked at the demoness, questioningly. She only smiled.

Hungrily, Emily returned her gaze to the demoness's cock. It was perfectly entrancing—so thick and hard. So massive. Emily lowered her head towards it, kissing the tip ever so gently. A small bead of pre-cum oozed out from the end. Emily licked it, loving its salty, infernal flavor. The demoness exhaled hard—almost as if in pain. She needed more.

"Wait," the demoness said. In one swift gesture, her dress fell to the floor, revealing her painfully sexy body. Emily gasped. The demoness was as beautiful as a painting—exquisitely curved hips, long, sultry legs, perfectly rounded breasts, a slim belly adorned with a red jewel in the center.

"Oh no," she whispered. It felt as though the very form of the demoness was seeping into her mind, tearing down all its inhibitions and uncertainties with cruel, brutal lust. Emily wanted so desperately to be fucked—to be broken and spread and ravished like a maiden taken by her captor. At that moment, she would do anything for the demoness—anything. She surrendered. It was done.

Emily dove forward, embracing the cock with her aching mouth, swirling her tongue over its tip and drawing it deeper inside with her lips. Her body shuddered with desire as its hard warmth and flavor engulfed her mouth. The sides of her cheeks watered—her tongue spontaneously slid back and forth against the cock's warm underside. It flexed, then relaxed, yet remained hard. Emily pushed forward even further. The demoness gasped.

Emily could sense her desire, somehow—wild, ruthless, untamed. The heat, the hardness, told her. As Emily's mouth clamped down, and as she licked with wild abandon, the demoness trembled in delight, whimpering faintly then sighing again, hard. She cried out gently. Emily's body felt hot all over—her sex clenched. She looked again into the demoness's eyes as she slowly and carefully moved her head forward, letting the cock slide further inside her sopping wet mouth and into her quivering throat.

"Yes!" the demoness hissed.

Emboldened, Emily sucked on it harder, then released, then sucked again, each time coating it with more of her saliva, twisting her tongue below its tip as more pre-cum leaked out. It tasted so good—warm, thick, salty, dark and full. Emily felt it hardening in her mouth, then relaxing again. She could taste the demoness's heart beating through it.

"Ugh!" the demoness exhaled, instinctively pushing her hips forward. Yearning for more, Emily thrust her head forward then back, fucking the demoness's cock with her face. The demoness thrust back and forth in rhythm. Emily moaned and gasped—mouth full of cock, saliva spilling out the sides, dripping down her chin. She wanted to be naked—she quickly unbuttoned her shirt then threw it off, exposing her small breasts to the moonlight. The demoness, panting, greedily caressed Emily's dark, sweaty hair as she thrust, then slid her hands over Emily's sweat-covered shoulders. Emily's skin felt hot all over as her sex surged with arousal—nothing in the world mattered but the demoness. There was nothing else.

9

Emily pulled her face off the demoness's cock, then slowly licked up and down its sides. The demoness arched her hips forward, gasping. Emboldened, Emily took the demoness's cock into her mouth again, squeezing down around with magnificent pressure. "Fuck!" the demoness exclaimed. A tremor of pleasure roared through Emily—she wanted to engulf the demoness's cock. To devastate it with an even greater pleasure than she felt. She wanted its hot, white cum shooting into her mouth and spilling out the sides. She wanted to make the demoness cum.

Unable to contain herself any longer, the demoness grabbed Emily's head and began to thrust even more vigorously than before, pumping her cock in and out of Emily's mouth. Emily relaxed and surrendered herself, letting her mouth become a perfect fuck-toy for the demoness. Saliva dripped and splashed down her chin—her eyes watered.

Fuck me, she thought.

Fuck my mouth.

Fuck my mouth till you cum.

Emily gripped tight on the demoness's buttocks—warm, smooth, glistening with sweat. The demoness's sack slapped against Emily's chin as her nostrils filled with her the demoness's sweet musk. Her sex ached and clenched—she wanted to rub her clit, but refrained.

"Agh!" the demoness groaned. "God!"

Emily could tell the demoness was lost in pleasure now. Each thrust and each pump almost hurt. Raw. Brutal. Primal. Emily loved it—to be fucked, helplessly in the mouth by a demon girl with a cock. To be dominated and conquered and claimed and overpowered by a demoness's hard, thick, long sex. Emily wished she'd soon do the same thing to her pussy—penetrating her, ravaging her insides, battering the walls of her sex as thrill after thrill of dark pleasure surged throughout her writhing, naked flesh.

"Fuck!" the demoness moaned.

Emily closed her eyes as the demoness's thrusts slowed down and then, all of a sudden, the demoness's cock flexed and spasmed. She grabbed hard onto the back of Emily's head, shoving her cock deeper down Emily's throat.

More, Emily's mind screamed. More.

The demoness gasped then cried out as her hot white cum erupted into Emily's mouth. Emily felt an erotic tremor roll through her small, sweaty body. A warm flood of the demoness's cum coated her tongue and throat in spurts. Her sex spasmed—she was aroused beyond words. Seed once inside a demoness was now inside her. She trembled in shattering ecstasy, quickly sliding her finger down over her clit then into her wet hole as the cum lingered in a hot little pool upon her tongue.

The demoness pulled away, her cock glistening and satisfied. Emily gazed into her eyes. She wanted to see the demoness's disheveled face when she swallowed.

The demoness looked down at her, panting.

Emily loved the way she stared at her. She grinned and swallowed. The cum felt hot and good as it slid down her throat and into her belly.

"My girl," the demoness said, her eyes glassy and far away, yet perfectly intimate. She reached her hand down and caressed Emily's cheek. Emily knew she did well. And more was on the way.

10

The demoness stared down at Emily, a look of hunger in her eyes. Emily could tell she wanted more. She wasn't even close to finished.

Emily scooted up on the bed then quickly began shuffling out of her undergarments as the demoness looked on. "Not so fast," the demoness said. She crept up on the bed close to Emily then slowly and seductively slid her panties down. Emily's sex was drenched—the demoness spread her legs, licking each thigh, sending a shiver through her body. She then spread Emily's legs, gazing hungrily at her sex. Emily shivered in anticipation—soon the same cock that was in her mouth would be buried deep inside her, hard as steel, thrusting away.

The demoness grinned. "You're ready, aren't you?"

Emily nodded, biting her lip.

Raising up, the demoness arched her back, showing off her immaculate figure. Emily's mouth watered. She wanted nothing more than to feel that body collapse upon her own, surging its hard cock deep inside her as she wrapped her arms around its sweaty back. Listening to the demoness's gasps and moans in her ear—knowing the pleasure she was giving and taking.

Then, in a single motion, the demoness did just that—fall on top of Emily, embracing her, breast to breast, hot mouth to hot mouth, the sweet weight of her body overwhelming Emily's skin, her cock penetrating her with a single, thick jab. The demoness then let the cock linger inside, motionlessly, filling her, then kissed Emily hard and long, her tongue twisting and writhing against Emily's, overpowering her completely. Bold and hesitant all at once, Emily surrendered, kissing and licking the demoness in return as her hands slid up and down the demoness's hard back, now wet with sweat. Her sex hummed with pleasure and need, lost in the feel of the demoness's cock as it filled and stretched her insides.

Fuck her mind cried out.

Her clit, fully engorged, gently brushed up against the demoness's skin, engulfed in the ecstasy of the trembling friction that arises as two naked bodies shift upon one another. Emily moaned into the demoness's mouth—she instinctively pushed her hips down, pushing the demoness's cock further up inside her body. She whimpered as it slid it, sending a thrill of dark pleasure surging through her body.

More.

I want more.

Fuck me.

Knowing Emily's thoughts, no longer able to restrain herself, the demoness arched back then began to thrust—slow and powerful at first, dragging out the raw pleasure from Emily's sex by force. Emily gasped, gripping the sheets, shutting her eyes as hot sensation filled her being. Thrust after slow, powerful thrust—thick, strong pumps, sliding into her hot flesh—opening her, filling her, dominating her.

The demoness leaned down again, cupping Emily's left breast and giving it a hard suck. "Oh!" Emily cried. The demoness silenced her with a kiss, letting her teeth drag over Emily's bottom lip, sending another thrill into her brain.

"Oh God" Emily moaned.

The demoness thrust harder, quickening her pace, taking what now belonged to her, her swollen cock pitilessly conquering the writhing girl beneath her.

Fuck me Emily's mind cried out. Don't stop.

The demoness groaned—the warm, tight feel of Emily's wet sex against her weakening her last bit of resolve. Instinctually, burning in lust's clear fire, she plunged and stabbed her thick cock deeper inside, faster, gasping for more. In unison, both were sliding towards the edge—the demoness would allow nothing less.

"Fuck!" Emily cried, her whole body surrendering to the demoness's unrelenting force. She moaned as the demoness clasped her hands against her writhing hips, sinking her cock even deeper, shoving it in and out at a frantic pace. The demoness's full sack slapped against Emily's squirming buttocks. She screamed.

The demoness cried out—sweat dripped from her brow and onto Emily's writhing, naked breasts. Emily could no longer think—her mind was gone, shattered and dashed at the approach of climax. All the elements of her being centered on the glowing burn of her sole desire: for all this movement to break her down, to explode into a heaven of relief, shattering her core.

To cum. To cum powerfully, fully. To cum on a demoness's cock—with it buried inside, spilling its molten semen into her body. To be filled with the demoness's seed—for the same hot, sticky semen that once drenched her mouth to conquer her insides, mingling liquid to liquid, juice to juice. Warmth to warmth.

Emily cried out once more, panting as her entire body erupted with tension. Completely vulnerable, perfectly conquered, Emily's sex clenched and spasmed on the demoness's cock, her insides sucking and quivering for the ensuing explosion of cum.

But the demoness wasn't ready—with a sexual majesty and diabolical intelligence, she shoved her hand into Emily's begging mouth with one hand and teased her swollen clit with the other, pushing Emily further into her erotic abyss.

It was too much—Emily, her mouth full of the demoness's smooth, warm fingers, salty from sexual sweat, reeled as her poor sex ached and squeeze with even greater pre-orgasmic contractions, howling in ecstasy as the demoness battered the walls of her sex. She didn't care who heard—the world no longer existed for her. Everything was far away and gone. Only the moment mattered. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as she howled and screamed and wailed, impaled over and over again by the demoness's throbbing, vibrating cock. Then in a flash of punishing ecstasy, she came—hard, powerful, toes curling, spraying the demoness with her hot juice. As the orgasms raced through her entire body, her mind collapsed in on itself. It became a trembling diamond of sheer pleasure then exploding outward, devastating every corner of her mind, leaving nothing but the hot landscape of exposed sensation that was her wet, quivering body.

All things vanished in sexual oblivion—sweat, bodies, minds, fluids, gasps, dreams, everything.

Unable to resist further, the demoness groaned, her body and cock tightening into a perfect, strained motionlessness as her hot white seed shot inside Emily's quivering pink sex. It belonged to her—the pact was made. Ejaculation after ejaculation of cum erupted forth, ensconced in Emily's warmth. Emily, a whimpering mess, bit into the pillow.

11

The demoness pulled out slowly and staggered up, her sweat-drenched body panting for air.

Emily, her cheeks wet with her tears, writhed backward and stretched out her arms as all former tension drained away. Eyes still shut, she caught her breath, then she smiled evilly as she felt the demoness's warm cum leaking from her sex and onto the bed. Nothing in her life had felt better.

Nothing.

She grinned and opened her eyes again.

"Oh God that was wonderful" she exclaimed. She turned to look at the demoness, their bodies both glistening with moonlight and sweat. The demoness gave a knowing grin.

"Now," she asked wryly, "what was the name of that boy again?"

"I don't even care," Emily replied with a giggle.

The demoness, pleased with her answer, crawled back into Emily's arms. Emily nuzzled and kissed her warm neck, licking her delicious sweat.

"Precious girl," the demoness cooed. "All mine now."

"Yes, always," Emily said.

The demoness hadn't lied—Emily couldn't even bear to think about Galen Amano, now. Or his riches. She had something far better—she belonged to Vresas, her demoness. Body and soul, heart and mind. All was hers. And there was no surrender sweeter than that.

She kissed the demoness, taking her sweet tongue deep into her mouth. Outside, the moon continued to shine, galaxies continued to swirl, and the infernal world counted another girl lost to the darkness.