Feature Writer: RyleyRavenshield

Feature Title: REINA THE WARLOCK 5

Published: 06.07.2022

Story Codes: Demonic, Futa

Synopsis: Reina and her futa Daemon take on a perilous new assignment

Author’s Notes: Re-uploading my Reina the Warlock stories previously uploaded under the user name Liethra as I’m resuming work on the series!

Reina the Warlock 5

The humble rays of early morning light drew Reina out of her slumber. Once again, her dreams had left her burning with desire, even though she could barely remember anything about them. Something about Beleeza? She had no recollection of details, only a throbbing sensation between her legs, so slick with desire that she could hardly believe it. Beside her, Omala mumbled in her sleep. Her chest heaved as she breathed, making her soft, big breasts rise and fall in gentle waves. In the warm light of the morning, Omala’s dark skin shifted almost ruby red. Three days had already passed since Reina’s friend and former mentor had arrived in Robeka, and today she would be moving on.

Omala rolled over lazily, and opened her deep brown eyes. She looked like she was still half-way into dream land. A tired smiled spread across her lips as she noticed Reina watching her, and she nuzzled up to her friend, placing a soft kiss on Reina’s lips. Reina returned the kiss, gently at first. But she was far more hungry for touch than she had realized. The soft embrace turned into a deep kiss. Then, Reina let her tongue slip into Omala’s mouth, and was greeted warmly. Without a word, they started exploring each other with their hands, caressing and stroking every soft and sensitive place they could reach. As if Reina had not been wet enough to begin with, she could feel Omala’s cock brush up against her as it slowly hardened. It had been a small, magical gift from Beleeza to ease the pain caused by the curse that had been placed on Omala’s own Daemon. Reina reached down to touch that thick piece of sin, but Omala had something else in mind. She gripped Reina’s hair and pulled her head back, starting to caress her friend’s neck and throat with her lips. Eager kisses and long teases with her tongue, every little touch causing Reina to gasp for air.

But Omala didn’t just want to tease. Her mouth moved downwards and eagerly started licking and sucking on her friend’s soft little breasts. She nibbled on the stiff little nipples, making her friend squeal with delight, and traced lovingly with her tongue around the pink rim of the areolas. Reina whimpered and moaned as her friend squeezed, stroked, teased and kissed without a hint of hurry. More than anything else, she wished that those dark lips and that slick tongue would travel downwards. Find that most sensitive spot. She wanted nothing in the world more than for Omala’s mouth to give her sweet, blissful relief.

As if she had read her friend’s mind, Omala started kissing her way down Reina’s stomach, spreading her friend’s legs wide open in preparation. With frightening patience she placed soft, wet kisses all over Reina’s stomach, below her bellybutton, then slowly downwards along the inside of her friend’s thighs. Brushed her lips ever so softly against the sensitive, trembling skin. Let the tip of her tongue tickle ever so lightly against the wet lips. Slowly driving Reina mad, making her moan and squirm in frustration. Savoring the heat of desire. And then, in one bold move, Omala covered Reina’s wet pussy with her mouth, kissing it passionately. Reina cried out as she felt her friend’s tongue slide inside her wet slit, caressing her from the inside, stroking her most sensitive with an intensity that bordered on the cruel. It felt like Omala’s lips and tongue were devouring her, impossibly hot against her skin. And when she felt her friend’s tongue center on her swollen clit and nimble fingers slide deep inside her, her entire body crackled with pleasure. Her back cramped into an arch and her breathing almost stopped as Omala went in for the kill.

The older Warlock had become an expert in her friend’s sensitive places over the last few days, and her fingers easily found their mark, firmly massaging Reina’s g-spot while her lips and tongue licked and sucked eagerly at her friend’s clit. Reina was melting down, a shivering, moaning wreck of a woman. The feeling of Omala’s finger-fucking paired with the relentless attention to her most sensitive place was setting of fireworks inside her, and she could feel that an incredible orgasm was building up. Omala, sensing her friend bucking and cramping, knew how close the was. And with a final flurry, twirling her tongue around Reina’s clit, she sent her friend screaming over the edge, kicking and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. And Omala was unrelenting with her fingers, fucking Reina’s quivering pussy through the entire climax, prolonging it to an almost unbearable point. But finally, the crescendo faded, and the two slowly came to rest. Little by little, Reina returned to the land of the living, panting heavily as Omala placed soft little kisses between her legs.

For some time, Reina could only shiver in orgasmic bliss, until Omala got up on top of her and gently turned her over on her stomach. Reina could feel her friend’s rock hard cock poke against her behind. A promise and a threat. There was no doubt about what she wanted. Omala’s lips brushed sensually against Reina’s ear, placing soft kisses everywhere she could reach.

“I want you, Reina…” Omala’s voice was dripping with desire. “I want to fuck you one last time.”

“Mmhh…” Reina didn’t know why, but something about how her friend lusted after her turned her on something fierce. She could only sigh as she spread her legs in invitation. “Take me as you want. Put your fat cock deep inside me…”

“Nnnh…” Omala bit Reina’s ear lightly as she pressed her cock against her friend’s wet lips. “Here it comes…”

Reina gasped as Omala entered her with a firm thrust, filling her pussy to the brim with rock hard cock. Burying her thick rod as deep as she could. For a moment they held still, savoring their union, and Reina could feel Omala throbbing and twitching inside her. Even though it wasn’t Beleeza’s incomparable member, she had learned to adore her friend’s big cock, magical as it was.

“Hell and damnation,” Omala whispered, already panting. “You are so warm and tight…”

Reina didn’t even have time to respond before Omala started thrusting, sliding in and out with ease, stretching her pussy with every stroke. Slowly at first, but then increasing her speed every time she plunged inside. Flesh smacking against flesh, muscles straining as the two moved together. Reina arched her ass upwards, spreading her legs as much as she could so that Omala could get ever deeper inside her. Reina was beside herself with bliss, losing herself completely in the moment as she was filled over and over again. She could feel her friend’s soft breasts brush against her back with every trust, swinging and bouncing in rhythm with the lovemaking. Omala was quickly getting rougher and more desperate in her thrusting. In return, Reina moaned and whimpered all the more seductively, matching Omala’s move with her hips to drive her friend to a climax of her own.

“Ohhhh Reinaaa….”

“Mmmm, come in me, teacher,” Reina sighed, giving it an extra bit of performance. “Give me all your cum!”

Finally, Omala let out a deep, guttural moan, slamming her hard cock into Reina as hard as she could. Reina held on for dear life, whimpering and biting the pillow as she received that last assault. And then, a searing hot sensation shot through her as Omala pumped her full of thick cum, spurting over and over with her final thrusts.

“Oh mercy,” Omala whispered when she finally collapsed on top of Reina and put her arms around her friend. “I could just fuck you forever…”

Reina simply reached back and stroked her friend’s face as she tried to catch her breath. She could still feel the hot cock twitch and pulsate inside her pussy, now sticky with rough lovemaking. She would certainly not have minded having Omala around a bit longer. If nothing else, the mornings had been something divine. It could not last, however. It was time to say goodbye again. But before that, there were still a few hours left of the morning for soft kisses and gentle cuddles.

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Some hours later, the two were standing outside Reina’s house, saying their farewells. Neither of them knew when, or even if they would see each other again. But that was the condition of life in this world that the Gods had abandoned.

“I hope you know how proud I am of what you’ve become,” Omala said, her eyes moist as she held back tears. “I can only hope that this isn’t the last time we meet.”

“Oh shush,” Reina said, taking her friend’s hands into hers. “We’ll see each other again, I’ll make sure of it.”

“I will send you the scripts that I promised. Will you say goodbye to Beleeza for me?”

“Of course. She will miss you too.”

Reina didn’t give words to the tinge of worry she felt that Beleeza had been rather absent the last few days. She had never been apart from her Daemon this long before.

“Hah, I’m sure you keep her busy enough to forget me soon,” Omala chuckled.

Then, she took Reina’s face in her hands and gave her a deep, warm kiss. And so they stood, embracing each other tightly, until Omala finally let go. With a wordless farewell, she stepped into the street and quickly blended into the crowd. There was a small sting of pain as Reina lost sight of her friend. She lingered for a while, trying to catch sight one final glimpse of Omala. But, in the end, there was not much else she could do than to go back inside and shut the door behind her. Once again, the house was utterly and completely silent.

It wasn’t until now that she really grasped the void that Beleeza’s absence had left behind. Most days she had trouble finding time to be alone, having to juggle not only her unruly Daemon, but assistants, clients, and colleagues as well. But now, it was only her and the slumbering workshop in that dusty amber daylight. Alone. She tried to gather herself, tried to find focus to start working again. But the last few days had been a dire distraction, not just mentally but emotionally as well. For a long while, she could only sit and stare into empty space. Whispering Beleezas name like a prayer. Begging to be saved from the sudden loneliness. But there was no response. Alone she remained.

So she took refuge in her work, and decided to go through letters she had ignored for too long. They offered no refuge, however. Her eyes kept sliding off the pages, no matter how much she cursed herself for her failing discipline. But then, she came upon a letter written in an elaborate cursive style that piqued her interest. She realized that it bore neither name nor any other signifier that could have made it deliverable to her by usual means. It must have been brought to her house directly, slipped under the door at some dark hour. As she read through the letter, she all but forgot her loneliness. It was a summons from a wealthy stranger, eager to pay top coin for her services. Exactly what those services were was unclear, however.

Suddenly, the air began to crackle with energy and the foul smells of the Nether spread through the room like a vile mist. A swirl of darkness appeared in the middle of the workshop, dancing violently as violet sparks sprung through the air. Instinctively, Reina felt that something was different. The purple sparks were decidedly new. Then, out of the black mist stepped her Daemon, who also looked quite different from her usual self. She was as tall and muscular as ever, with all four arms manifested, but her horns were larger than usual, thick and curved like a bull’s. Instead of the reddish-brown skin she usually preferred she was almost jet black, with ornate gold sigils replacing her tattoos. Her wild hair was just as dark as her skin, woven into complex braids that hung around her face. And she wore what looked like a King’s weight in gold and gems, laden from top to toe in strange jewelry of hellish designs. Even her ample breasts and that alluring place between her legs were completely covered, which was perhaps the most shocking thing of all. Her face was a smileless mask, bereft of threat but also of warmth.

“Hello there, stranger,” Reina said, more hesitantly than she would have wanted.

“I see you are alone,” the Daemon countered, eying the empty workshop around them. “She is gone then?”

“She is… Don’t tell me you were waiting for her to leave?” Reina joked. But secretly she wondered if that wasn’t exactly what had happened.

Beleeza let out an amused grunt, finally cracking a slight smile. “Nothing of the sort. I would not have minded having another rumble with her.”

“Where have you been then?”

Beleeza easily caught the slight hint of reproach in Reina’s voice. “Well, dear bondmate, I was in fact making moves to take care of your little request.”

“You mean..?”

“There are no promises. Enough to say that I’ve been rather caught up in the politics of our house – if you can use such human words for it.” Beleeza settled on the table, splaying herself in her usual extravagant manner. Slowly she was becoming recognizable again.

“Do you think something can be done about Omala’s mate?” Reina prodded carefully, knowing full well that it was best not to press boundaries too far. Especially now.

“I promise nothing,” the Daemon said curtly. “It is impossible to say how the dice will fall now that things have been set in motion.”

Reina was beside herself with curiosity. But she knew well where the line was drawn. She also knew that Beleeza had no reason to put herself and her position in such risk, save for the fact that Reina had asked for it. Without even thinking she stood up, walked over to Beleeza, and embraced her bondmate tightly. She could barely put words to the relief she felt as the Daemon’s arms enveloped her. Never had she imagine that Beleeza’s presence would come to mean this much.

“So… We’ve got a job waiting,” Reina mumbled into Beleeza’s dark locks of hair.

“A job? Not another walk into the sewers I hope?” Beleeza had not liked that one.

“Much better. Some rich moonchild wants us to find something for it.”

Beleeza’s brow furrowed. “Moonchild? The pale, ghostly ones with the masks?”

“That’s a way to put it, I suppose,” Reina said with a smile. “But I don’t think they’d appreciate that sort of phrasing. Most of them are quite rich, so I think there may be a good reward in it for us.”

“I would think that we could find easier ways to make money together,” Beleeza purred, letting one of her hands stroke Reina’s firm little ass. “No need to run errands for such bores.”

“Money is only part of it. Anyone who is rich in this city is bound to have access to other things too. Not to mention contacts.” Reina fought to not give in to her desires, lest she’d have to work up all that focus again. But it had been so long since she had let Beleeza ravage her. Painfully long.

“Fine, fine,” the Daemon sighed with feigned exasperation. “Where you go, I follow.”

Finally, Reina broke free of the embrace, gathering her wits again. She looked at that great Deamon of hers and smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now let’s go. The sooner we’re done, the sooner you can give me what Omala could never hope to.”

The lustful growl Beleeza let out could have bedded Reina right then and there.

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A little while later, the odd pair found themselves knocking on the door to an extravagant tower in the richest parts of the city. Even wearing the finest things they owned, the two stuck out like a sore thumb among all the rich people and nobles. Especially Beleeza, impatient and fidgety as she was in her human disguise. No matter how beautiful she could make herself, she detested how small and frail it made her feel.

The door knocker was cast in the shape of the massive head of some foreign beast, snarling and bearing it’s teeth at whoever dared visit. Reina hoped that it wouldn’t be a reflection of the hospitality they could expect from the household. Every knock resulted in a thunderous boom that made the very ground beneath them shiver. As they waited for a response, Reina realized that as ornate as the tower was with its swirling golden decorations, it had not a single window. Save for the door, it was completely sealed from the outside world. Briefly, she was struck by the thought that this may be a trap. An improbable one, but possible none the less.

“Be on your guard, Beleeza,” she muttered, quickly scanning their surroundings in case there would be someone waiting in a nearby alleyway.

“For wh”-

Beleeza didn’t manage to finish her sentence before the sound of a bell rung from the inside. With a tremendous creak, the massive doors opened up to reveal an incredibly old man, gaunt and hunched over from age. He was dressed in elegant, flowing garbs, but clearly denoted as a servant. The desert had left its cruel mark on him, having scarred his face into a veritable map of concerns and sufferings.

“Who calls upon the door of Ylanga the Pure?” His face wasn’t the only thing marked by the dry desert.

“My name is Reina, and I was summoned here by Ylanga. This is my…associate Beleeza.” Reina motioned towards her bondmate. The Daemon in human skin performed a mock bow. Weary of human protocols as always.

“Ah,” the old man creaked, “You have been anxiously expected. Please, follow me.”

He opened the door wider to let them in, revealing two guards standing on either side of the entrance. Their faces were impassive, though Reina could see them trying to sneak appreciative glances at her and Beleeza. If they only knew. The old man proceeded to lead the two through an extraordinarily entrance, where the walls were painted from top to bottom with extravagant scenes from strange myths and legends. Legions of pale figures battled all around them, retelling countless tales from the history of the moonchildren. All over the room, exotic plants and exquisite statues were strewn about, giving it all the eerie feeling of a forest filled with petrified ghosts. There was no doubt that whoever they were about to meet could be a profitable ally indeed.

Beyond the entrance laid a massive stone staircase, and the old man led them upwards with considerable effort. Despite his grunts and groans, he refused all offers for help. Luckily, his failing ears let Beleeza’s snide remarks pass unheard. The second floor turned out to be something more akin to a library, where not a single inch of the wall was uncovered by books or shelves. Reina could only dream of what wonders might be hidden between all those pages. She could probably have spent weeks, if not years going through it all, deeply sunken into one of the massive lounge chairs that dotted the room. But their destination, it seemed, waited even further up in the tower, and once more they followed the old man up a massive staircase. Slowly, but surely.

Finally, they arrived in a strange, round chamber, bathed in what almost seemed like the pale light of the moon. A luminescent circle in the middle of the ceiling cast down a ghostly beam of light in the center of the room, while the rest was illuminated by small lanterns peppered along the walls. Reina had trouble making out whether it was supposed to be a bedchamber or a room for science experiments. Or perhaps a chamber for meditations on the arcane? It was impossible to say. Soft beddings and ottomans shared their space with vast tables, laden with metal instruments and items of glass. The longer they stood in that strange hall, the more she could make out intricate webs of flowers and climbing vines that coated the outer walls and the ceiling. She was suddenly intensely curious about what the owner of such a place could desire. Whatever it was, it was bound to be interesting.

“Please wait here,” the old man groaned, still panting from the effort of the climb. “I shall fetch the Sovereign.”

Reina and Beleeza sat themselves down on a small bench, and watched as the decrepit servant shambled towards the far end of the chamber. To Reina’s surprise, the old man started ascending a nigh invisible staircase that hugged the wall as it arched upwards to a dark recess that loomed far above them. When he finally disappeared into the dark maw, Reina couldn’t stifle her curiosity anymore. She got up and started inspecting all the oddities that laid strewn about, trying to figure out exactly what manner of person they were dealing with. The tales about the moonchildren, the reclusive elite that hid in the city, were many. They rarely dealt with humans, and when they did it was mostly with the Council of Wizards or nobles. At least, that was the word on the street.

“So far it certainly beats the sewers,” Beleeza quipped, already laying in her usual seductive fashion, anxious to get out of her human skinsuit. Her raven black hair had been let loose, and a fair bit of skin was on display as a hint of generous cleavage showed through her parted robes.

Reina wondered silently if other Warlocks had such problems making their bondmates behave in polite company.

“Please keep your charms under control, at least until we get home,” she sighed, drawing a teasing smile from the Daemon. Not that she minded the sight, but one never knew with the moonchildren. It wouldn’t do to have Beleeza strutting around with her tits out. If nothing else, for the sake of her own focus.

She was about to lean in and have a closer look at a set of strange instruments made of silver when the entire room started to resonate with a subtle, melodic hum. A sound not unlike as if someone had gently struck a giant glass somewhere in the dark. That’s when she noticed their host. Atop the stairs stood a phantom visage of light, pale as a winter moon, draped in butterfly-thin white cloth that billowed by virtue of some invisible breeze. A featureless white mask covered its face, making it appear even more inhuman. It was a kind of mask that all of the moonchildren wore. They were not particularly well suited for the dryness of the desert, even sealed up in a tower like this. The moonchild’s limbs were long and slender, unnaturally thin – at least to a human. Its hands were easily twice as long as a human’s, though it had only four fingers on each. As it descended the stairs, it almost seemed to hover, like a dreamy vision from some great romantic dream. Reina realized that it was several heads taller than herself. She suddenly wondered if she had let her curiosity get the better of her. When it spoke, it was as if the starry sky itself had sung out.

“I was beginning to fear that my contact had overestimated their own abilities,” it said with a melodic voice that was beyond anything human, resonating with the darkness around them. “I am happy to see I was mistaken.”

“I’m Reina, at your service.” She bowed with a flourish, choosing to play it safe with social protocols. These were uncharted waters.

“And your companion must be your Daemon bond, then, I assume?”

Beleeza had perked up, and joined Reina. Even she found this new acquaintance curious. “Her less serious half, as it were.”

“Please, have a seat,” the moonchild said and gestured towards an ornate stone table. “I have sent for refreshments. Might we begin with discussing business?”

“Of course, that is why we are here after all.” Reina was burning up inside with questions. But they had to wait.

She and Beleeza sat down by the round table that seemed like it had been kept free of instruments and oddities for just such an occasion. Their host sat down on the opposite side, an imposing phantom of a figure in the chamber’s glowing light.

“As I mentioned in my missive, I am in need of a certain object for my studies. And after much research, I was made to understand that you might be the most suitable person for such a job. Agreeable, I believe the phrasing was.”

“Can I ask who gave my name to you..?” Reina was wary of her name being well known and discussed. One never knew where the Order of Wizards had their prying little ears.

“You have no need to worry. My contacts are loyal to the death. That loyalty extends to those that aid me.”

Somehow Reina did not doubt the moonchild’s words.

“Let me clarify: I require the aid of a Warlock such as yourself due to the nature of the object I seek. And among all the candidates I vetted, you seemed like the one least likely to cause…complications. While your colleagues in the city are no doubt competent, they all struck me as being more preoccupied with agendas. Opportunistic. Colored by their choices in Daemon bonds, no doubt.”

Beleeza let out an uncharacteristic giggle, obviously amused at the subtle dig at the other Houses of the Nether. Reina would have objected, but it was all right on the mark. The other Warlocks in the city were a complicated bunch, one more unreliable than the other. Not due to flaws in their character, but due to fundamental differences in their perspective on the world. Despite everything that could be said about Beleeza’s kin in the much ridiculed House of Flesh, they didn’t twist your head the same way the other Houses did.

“I’ll do my very best to not disappoint then,” Reina said with a gesture of humble servitude. “May I ask then what exactly it is that you would want us to find?”

“Certainly.” The moonchild straightened up and touched upon a subtle slab of circular glass in the center of the table. With a bright flash the ghostly figure of what looked like an alien flower appeared. It was incredibly ugly, wretched and warped into an abomination. A jagged, thorny mockery of living things.

“A slimethorn?” Beleeza asked before Reina could get a word in.

“Indeed,” the moonchild responded with a pleased nod. “Not a living one, however, but rather a petrified one.”

“You know of these, Beleeza?” Reina didn’t doubt her bondmate’s knowledge, but was still surprised at how quickly the Daemon had caught on.

“Let’s just say that say that I get why our host needed a Warlock now,” Beleeza said with a smug smile.

The moonchild cradled the illusion in it’s hands and continued. “As I understand it they are not too rare. But they grow only in the Prime realm. The Nether, I believe the human term is. Thus, as someone sworn to the Beyond, it is wholly inaccessible to me. That is where you come in.”

“The Beyond..?” Reina’s incorrigible curiosity was starting to get the better of her.

“That is for another time,” the moonchild said with a polite but firm gesture of dismissal. “Do you think that you could acquire such a thing for me?”

Reina gave Beleeza a questioning look. All travel arrangements to Hell was her domain.

“Certainly,” the Daemon said, cocky as always. But then her face grew stern. Almost threatening. “Finding it will be easy enough. But venturing out where they grow is not without risk. Especially for humans.”

“I think,” Reina tried, “That what my bondmate-”

The moonchild raised its hand and silenced them both. “I understand completely. You will, of course, be reimbursed accordingly. Money is no issue. Though I suspect that a scholar such as yourself might be more interested in knowledge?” It eyed Reina closely. Supposedly. It was hard to tell with that featureless mask.

“I could never turn down education,” Reina admitted. “Depending on the subject matter of course.”

“You have my word that I will find something to titillate your intellect. And on top of the money and wisdom, perhaps I could gift you something of a more personal nature. Something to strengthen our new friendship, so to speak. Does that sound sufficient?”

Reina was beyond herself with curiosity now. But she knew a good deal when she heard one.

“Absolutely. That little piece of Nether is as good as yours.”

“Splendid!” The moonchild raised it’s arms in dignified jubilation, and for a moment the air rang with the sound of tinkling bells. A gentle haze of divine chimes, as if from another world. Suddenly, another far more worldly bell rang at the door. “Ah. That would be our refreshments, exactly on time.”

The great doors opened up and the decrepit old servant shambled inside, holding a big tray of crystal glasses and carafes. Reina could not fathom how he’d managed to make it up the stairs without breaking them all.

“For holiness sake,” the moonchild sighed. “I do not know why do you insist on doing everything the difficult way Adrietas. Greet our new friends properly, why don’t you?”

“Yes, my Sovereign,” the old man croaked.

Suddenly, a bright blue blaze flashed through his eyes and great cracks started ripping his body asunder. Blinding beams of light sprung from the cracks, and for a moment it seemed as if he would detonate in a veritable supernova. The room was consumed by his tremendous light, and once it faded the old man was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood a luminous being, almost three meters tall. It was only vaguely humanoid, with great wings like that of a manta ray, a serpent-like tail instead of legs, and a face that was at once both snake-like and human. Like something out of a dream, it shifted in strange colors and lights. A true phantasmagoria from beyond.

“Your refreshments, as it were,” it offered, with a voice that rang like crystalline bells.

“You must excuse Adrietas,” the moonchild said, turning to Reina and Beleeza. “For some reason my cohort here has developed a fascination for the human condition, and will not stop choosing the oddest ways of expressing it.”

Reina could only watched in stunned silence as the slender creature of light almost swam towards their table and tenderly placed the tray of crystalware down without a sound. Even Beleeza seemed dumbstruck, her eyes glue to this new acquaintance.

“One should never surrender the ability to feel curiosity, even at the smallest things. To do so is to die, a little bit at a time.” Adrietas’ speech was melodic and dreamy, like one pictures the lullabies of childhood. It bowed deeply towards Beleeza. “It is rare that I get to meet one from the Prime realm. I’m honored.”

“Likewise,” Beleeza muttered in awe, till staring in disbelief.

“I should guess that this is the first time you meet one from the Beyond?” the moonchild asked, somewhat amused.

“It is,” Reina said with a reverent nod. “Does that mean that…”

“That I am bonded to this creature as you are to you Daemon? In a way.” The moonchild stroked Adrietas gently as the creature served up four glasses filled with some steaming drink. “It is enough to say that our fates are intertwined. Bound by the gentle threads of destiny.”

Reina had an innumerable number of questions. But they were far off the map now, and it would not do to pry too deep. Not yet, at least. She tasted the brew, and her mouth was immediately filled with the sensation of countless flowers, fragrant and fresh as few things were in this city on the edge of eternal deserts. Subtle, yet overpowering in its sensuality.

“A union between worlds, one could say,” Adrietas said with a gentle laugh as it settled into a coil with a steaming drink in its hands.

“I’m not sure I…understand. Your kind is completely unknown to me,” Beleeza finally said, bewildered in a way Reina had never seen before. The Daemon was not at all concerned with etiquette. It was her best and her worst trait.

“Allow me to explain,” Adrietas said as it took a sip. “You, as a child of the Prime plane know things I could never hope to know. You see things and can venture to places that are forever out of my reach. The same is true for me. Had I not already met one of your kind in this world, I had probably been as bewildered as you are.”

“But I thought there was only the Nether and the Ascended?” For once, the Daemon was activating her upper regions more than her lower.

“I suppose because humans have only managed to reach those two realms. In truth, they are only two pieces of a great prism. One that is greater than we may never truly know. As much as we see, we are still blind to many things.”

Reina couldn’t keep her quiet anymore. “You mean that there’s no way of knowing how many worlds hide beyond? Let alone how deep they run?”

“Yes, in a manner of speaking. When the Gods left, the walls between worlds began crumbling apart. It seems to me that his is only the beginning of a merger of worlds that none of us may live to see come to fruition.”

Beleeza let out a deep, guttural laugh. “All these hidden worlds and beings, and you picked the one that teased your loins the most!”

“Beleeza!” Reina hushed her, beyond herself with embarrassment.

“Do not worry,” the moonchild said, bemused. “I know quite well how human wants and needs ebb and flow. And Adrietas is beyond judgement.”

“Indeed.” the creature of light nodded. “Simplistic though the Prime plane may be, it is merely a small facet of existence. A natural part of it.”

“I bet I could show you that it’s anything but small,” Beleeza grunted with a lecherous smile, almost as if posing a challenge.

Reina could have killed her right then and there. But their host thankfully stepped in.

“Now, as stimulating as this company is, I’m afraid we have certain matters that require our close attention. I should hope to see the two of you again soon, however, together with my prize.”

Reina desperately tried to make her cheeks stop burning. “Of course. We will take care of it as soon as possible.”

“Splendid, then I shall have Adrietas escort you home at once. I wish you good luck and radiant favor.” The moonchild stood up and gave them a gentle bow in farewell.

Before Reina and Beleeza could begin to stand, they were consumed by a maelstrom of shimmering lights, hurdling through a radiant void at blazing speed. And then, in little more than the blink of an eye, they were at home again. As if they had never left Reina’s house at all. They looked at each other in bewilderment, for once equally confused.

“So you really had no idea..?” Reina finally asked.

“Not a clue. I’ll admit, I’m even a bit excited that there is still things out that I know nothing about.” the Daemon said, almost reverently.

“You were really thinking about if you could fuck Adrietas, weren’t you?”

“Weren’t you?” the Daemon said with a teasing smirk.

Reina let out and exasperated laugh. Of all the beings in all the potential beyonds, she had probably picked the most single-minded one of the bunch. But she wouldn’t trade her dumb, ever-horny Daemon for the world. She looked at her bondmate, who was still in her raven-haired human form, and stroked her face gently.

“Now, how about we go to Hell?”

---

The warps to the Nether had always been rough, but this time the trip was something horrid. The fall felt unending, a dizzying flight through shadows and smoke. When it finally ended and they crashed on solid ground, Reina wasn’t quite sure whether she had really survived the trip. But somewhere beyond the veil of darkness she could hear Beleeza’s voice.

“Here we are…Traveling to the halls of my House is one thing. Going to the Crimson Wastes is something completely different.”

Reina tried to respond but the air was thick and oily, and made her lungs cramp in protest. She coughed and retched, desperately trying to catch even the slightest breath of air. But breathing was impossible, like trying to breathe pure smoke. Suddenly, she felt Beleeza’s hand close around her mouth and nose in a vice-like grip. A great heat flared up and spread through her face, down through her throat, and all the way to her lungs. When Beleeza finally let her go, she gasped for air and found that she could breathe again. The air still reeked and even tasted like burning hair and rotting sewage. But she could breathe.

“I’m sorry pet,” Beleeza purred, not quite apologetic enough for Reina’s taste. “I’ve never actually brought any human all the way out here, and I guess the air is not very good for you… We’re learning a lot of new things today!”

“Happy to help…” Reina’s voice was half acid, half smoke.

When her vision finally begun to clear, she felt like someone had thrown sand in her eyes. Viscious, angry sand. But soon the true face of the wild Nethers opened up before her: a vast, twirling wasteland that bent and curved at impossible angles, spiraling towards a dark sun in a sickly purple sky. Along the curving horizon, jagged cliffs stretched upwards like skeleton hands, followed by gaunt legions of what looked like metal trees. Gargantuan storm clouds pulsated and rolled, gathering into a massive maelstrom of thunder and lightning that released cataclysmic booms which made the very land tremble. It was a world in a perpetual state of absolute destruction.

“Quite the sight, isn’t it?” Beleeza sighed as she slid up behind Reina and wrapped her arms around the Warlock.

“It’s something alright,” Reina mumbled, taken aback by the veritable opera of ruin that was being acted out before her. “How do we find the…slimethorn?”

“It’ll be easy enough. But are you certain you want to stay? The air is not the only thing here that will try to end you…”

“Are you saying you’re worried about a human, Lieutenant of the House of Flesh?” Reina couldn’t help mocking her Daemon just a little bit.

She didn’t receive more than a tepid scoff from Beleeza. That did worry her. Only now did she realize that Beleeza had chosen a quite different form than usual. She was bigger, with what looked like scales and ridges along her limbs. Almost like armour. Her skin was the same colour as the ground, a deep, dirty red mixed with sickly brown. Camouflage. Her usually curved horns were straighter, pointed upwards in a manner that didn’t speak of peaceful intentions. Nor did the obsidian cleaver resting at her side.

“Well, if trouble finds us…let me take the brunt of it.” Beleeza finally said, without even a hint of her usual mirth.

Reina didn’t answer. As much as she resented the notion that she should just stand aside, she was a bit smitten by how readily Beleeza would put herself in harm’s way for her. That she’d protect her like that. If anyone had told her some years ago that she’d feel this safe being held by a Daemon, she would have rolled her eyes at them. Yet here she was. Gazing out over the landscapes of Hell, tightly held by her bondmate. Beleeza, Lieutenant of the House of Flesh. Suddenly, a fierce howl rung across the wasteland. A ferocious, unearthly cry, one that Reina had no desire to hear again up close.

“Time to go,” Beleeza said sternly. “I do not feel like finding out if it’s beasts, cursed ones or something worse.”

They set off across the wretched land, which proved to be even more difficult to traverse than Reina had imagined. Despite Beleeza’s powers and knowledge of the Nethers, the maze of cracks and crevices that scarred the land turned the trek into a frustrating zig-zag of uneven paths. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the very bowels of the earth seemed to want to expel them, ejecting plumes of foul-smelling gas that clung to their skin like oil. Every now and again, they could hear the howls echoing across the wastes, sending other creatures scrambling in the other direction. It was difficult to tell if whatever caused those howls was getting closer or not.

After a good while of walking, they paused at the edge of a cliff, from where they spotted a thick gathering of skeletal trees far below. A big part of the horrid forest had been consumed by a massive gray growth. It was little more than a jagged tumor, larger than most houses, that seemed to heave and breathe with a life of it’s own.

“I have a feeling that we’ll find what we’re searching for down there.” Beleeza didn’t sound very pleased at the notion of finishing the task. “That big thing is what petrifies things around it as it consumes the world. This one has grown large enough to burst soon, and I would not like to be here when it does.”

“You mean that’s how it reproduces?” A morbid part of Reina kind of wanted to see that very thing happen.

“In a manner of speaking. Had we found it earlier, we would have burned it. But it’s too late for that now.”

“Is it really safe to bring back something that has…touched that thing?” Reina said, suddenly a bit apprehensive about the task. It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

“The parasite won’t survive in your world. I doubt it would even survive the travel there. Shall we?”

Reina, as usual, had a boatload of questions. But the oppressiveness of the land and the approaching howls was starting to wear her down. The sooner they could go back, the better. There was no other route than down now, however, meaning they had to undertake a climb that was anything but easy. Even with Beleeza’s massive strength to aid her, Reina still suffered all manner of scrapes and bruises as they made their way down the brutal cliffs. Not to mention a few close calls when she was almost impaled on the jagged, spear-like rocks that seemed to call out for her blood. But with a lot of sweat and curses, they managed to get all the way down with almost all limbs intact. Beleeza had been forced to sacrifice one of her four arms that had gotten hopelessly caught between two rocks. But she didn’t seem to mind too much.

Now the horde of metal trees stood before them like an army of dark skeletons, rusty and corroded by the passing of odd ages. If traversing the cliffs had been dangerous, walking through the forest was a pure death wish. Every little branch was an eye waiting to be plucked out, or a throat sliced open. Sharp, rusty pain longing for even the smallest moment of unawareness.

“Are you certain you want to risk this?” Beleeza asked, and gave Reina a concerned look.

Normally, Reina loathed being doubted and coddled. This, however, did seem like a rather bad idea. But she refused to back down now.

“Let’s just find it and get out of here.”

Beleeza simply gazed at Reina in silence for a while before giving her a calm nod. With that, they set off into the labyrinth of thorns. It was a slow, arduous walk. Every step had to be measured, every path considered twice or even thrice. Before long, Reina had to remove her hooded cloak completely as it kept getting caught, loathe as she was to remove a layer of protection. The light leather armor she had on underneath would hopefully be enough to shield against scrapes, but it would do nothing if she tripped and fell in an unlucky way. Luckily, they didn’t have to struggle for long before they found their prize, just on the edge of the gray scar that surrounded the massive tumor in the distance. A small corpse of a flower, nestled among slimy webs and petrified trees, calcified into a husk of its former self.

“Finally,” Reina sighed, longing to get back home. “How should we-”

That’s about as far as she got before Beleeza gave the plant a firm whack at its roots with the blunt side of her cleaver. With a great crack, it broke loose and rattled along the ground. Reina looked at the Daemon in horror.

“Surely there must have been a better way?”

“It was the quickest way,” Beleeza said with a smirk. “And it’s still intact, is it not?”

Thankfully, the plant had suffered minimal damage. Small shards had broken off as it had tumbled, but all in all it was amazingly well preserved. Every little ridge and fold cast perfectly in otherworldly stone. The flower itself was ugly as a swamp turd, however. Not to mention the revolting slime that coated its surface.

“It will do,” Reina sighed. “Time to-”

A shrill howl cut through the forest and suddenly a whirlwind of claws and fangs descended upon them. Reina didn’t even have time to spot their assailants before two malformed creatures had latched themselves onto Beleeza, rending the Daemon with their malevolent claws. At a glance, the creatures looked like Omala’s Daemon, cursed with a gaunt and wretched appearance. But these were more like spiders with thickets of legs and limbs, all armed with terrifying, scythe-like claws. It was impossible to tell where one ended and another began.

Instinctively, Reina reached deep inside herself and drew upon dark, scorching magic, desperate to free Beleeza before it was too late. She hated using that shadowy fire which seared her just as it did her enemy, but there was no other choice now. One of the creatures screamed in agony as its inside was consumed by lashing flames, and Reina screamed with it, bracing herself against the torrent of pain that flowed through her. It was a fierce, radiant torture, but it gave Beleeza an opening. A chance to draw her cleaver and throw off her attackers long enough to start hacking at them. That’s when a third beast flew from the shadows and fell upon Reina.

She barely managed to react in time, throwing up her arms to shield herself against the flurry of claws that tried to tear her apart. The thing was only a little shorter than her, but a great deal stronger, and she soon found herself completely caught. Desperately, she tried to fend it off as the creature ripped and tore at her, shredding her armor as it pushed her backwards. Without thinking, she aimed a relentless kick to its midsection, using every ounce of strength she had. But as the creature got pushed back, she lost her balance and stumbled backwards.

A piercing pain blazed through her abdomen, and she screamed in horrid agony. A metal branch had punched right through her, perforating the leather armour as if it had been nothing but paper. She was caught. Unable to flee, as every attempt to move brought bolts of pain that threatened to knock her out cold. And then, the creature was upon her again. Every bit of strength she had left was used up as she tried to fend off its claws, but her armor was being torn to ribbons and every attack impaled her further onto the branch. One of the creature’s claws finally reached her face and opened a burning gash across her nose. It would not be long before it hit something vital. No matter how much she tried, Reina did not have the strength to call forth the dark magic again, and she realized that she might actually die here. This torrent of screams and sharp claws could be the last thing she ever saw.

That’s when the creature’s head was almost completely caved in with a savage crunch. It screamed and scrambled away, finally letting Reina have a moment of respite. As she looked up, she saw Beleeza, coated in blood and body parts. The Daemon barely looked at Reina before continuing her attack on the creatures. One of the wretches was already crawling away in fear, having had most of its legs and arms torn off. The other two were circling around, wary of the furious Daemon and her massive cleaver. Then, one of them attacked. A furious charge straight at Beleeza, meant to give the other an opening to attack her back. But the Daemon was ready, and caught the beast with one hand. With a cry that would have silenced any battlefield she skewered the cursed thing with her cleaver and threw it against a tree, impaling it upon the rusty branches. Seeing this, the third one seemed to decide it had had enough, and skittered away back into the dark. The battle was over.

Beleeza turned to Reina immediately, her eyes now full of fear. Without a word she cradled her bondmate closely and pulled her off the branch. Reina screamed as the jagged thing cut and ripped at her insides, only barely able to hold on to consciousness. But at last, she was freed. Through a haze of exhaustion and pain, she felt herself be picked up and carried away.

“The flower…” she whispered, weak and dizzy.

“Shh,” Beleeza hushed her and placed a soft kiss on her clammy forehead. “Let’s go home and patch you up.”

 

* * * * *

 

Later that evening, Reina was sunken deeply in a hot bath, studying herself in a small mirror as Beleeza watched her from the side. As bad as the injury had been, Beleeza’s powers had patched her up pretty well. Her body was battered and bruised, but most of the deep marks were almost completely invisible. Even her abdomen had only a small imprint in the center of a flower of bruises, a dent where the branch had perforated her. She had asked to keep the scar on her face, though. A grim reminder that she should listen to her Daemon’s advice. A lesson learned. Death had not been far away that day.

“I hope that pale moonthing and her snake appreciate their damn flower,” Beleeza muttered. She was none too happy about how it all had gone down.

“Mmh.” Reina put away the mirror and descended further down into the hot water. “I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”

For a while, they just sat silently together in the dim candlelight. Even though they were both free of their injuries by now, the day had left a deep mark.

“I should have listened to you,” Reina finally admitted with shame.

“Yes, you should have,” Beleeza said with a smug smirk. “Why bond yourself to a Daemon if you’re not going to listen to it?”

“I guess…” Reina paused. No one had ever told her it would be like this. “I guess I’m just still so wrapped up in what I was told by my teachers. That I should always be in charge. To never fully trust Daemons…”

Beleeza scoffed. “Pompous blowhards. There’s a reason why they wouldn’t be able to trust their bondmates if that’s the way they think.”

She crawled over to the tub, slowly assuming her human form with great cracks and creaks as her bones rearranged themselves. Then, she climbed into the hot water and took Reina gently into her arms.

“If you do no trust me, who is bound to you until your death, who should you trust?”

Reina had no answer. This was not how she imagined it would be. She had imagined a servant, or perhaps a distant ally. Not a gentle protector. She knew that Beleeza was right. There was no one she could trust as much as this strange creature. Exhausted beyond words, she simply let her aching body be held, safely kept in the arms of her Daemon.

 

* * * * *

 

“A most splendid specimen! You two have exceeded my expectations.”

The moonchild studied the petrified plant placed on the table before it. The little piece of hell looked severely out of place in the solemn hall, its warped and twisted frame sitting in sharp contrast to the sensual décor of the rest of the room. Reina sat on the opposite side of the table, while Beleeza lounged in the back in her Daemon form.

“I am sensing that it took some effort to fetch it?” the moonchild continued, eying the prominent scar on Reina’s face.

“It was…not without its troubles,” Reina admitted with a polite smile. “But all is well that ends well.”

“Hm. A decidedly human adage. Everything leaves a mark, be it for good or bad. Ripples across the pond…”

The moonchild stood up and carried the flower to a table filled with instruments. It placed the thing on a metal tray, covered it with a crystal dome, and turned to face Reina again.

“Now! I believe you have more than earned your fee.”

“At your service,” Reina said humbly. Not wanting to express exactly how much she felt the same way.

“If you the two of you would join me upstairs, we shall take care of the payment.”

Reina gave Beleeza an apprehensive look. Was this a trap? Beleeza’s eyes narrowed into mere slivers, suspicious as well of the suggestion. But she nodded her careful approval, and this time Reina chose to trust her Daemon.

“Lead the way,” Reina finally said, still wearing a polite albeit stiff smile.

The moonchild strode towards the near-invisible stairs that led toward the upper parts of the tower. Reina and Beleeza followed, though they kept a safe distance. Just in case. Up the stairs they went, and into the black maw of a door where the unknown awaited. After ascending another dim staircase they came upon a wall of silken drapes that hid whatever waited beyond. The faintest sliver of light shone through and made the fabric glimmer like a starry night in the darkness. A mesmerizing visage in itself, but it was nothing compared to what waited beyond.

When they strode through the drapes an impossibly large room opened before them, as if they had stepped into the night sky itself. A gargantuan moon was suspended above the center, a sleeping God-egg, spreading its pale light on the world below. Beyond it, the cosmos itself expanded to reveal an infinity of stars, stretching further than any mortal mind could possibly comprehend. It was not a room as much as a small, illuminated altar in the deep vastness of space. The stone floor sloped gently downwards, creating the feeling of a strange amphitheater centered perfectly around the moon above. Luxurious beddings and flowers were arranged in perfect geometry, giving it an odd sensation of being both a bedroom and a garden. For a moment, Reina could do nothing but stare in dumbstruck awe at the scene before her.

In the very center a raised bed was placed, together with an assortment of strange chests and dressers. Four large armchairs were placed at separate sides, all of them facing the bed. Reina could only guess at what the purpose of their arrangement was. Not to mention the purpose of the innumerable glass jars and flasks that were kept on top of the dressers.

“Welcome to my inner sanctum,” the moonchild said. Here, its voice made the room reverberate with an otherworldly melody, as if the moon itself sung out in greeting.

“Now this is a bedchamber,” Beleeza mused as she gave Reina a mocking smirk.

Reina, however, was too stricken to fully appreciate the jab, still trying to take in the beauty of it all. Was this merely an illusion? Or was there some greater magic at play? The moonchild strode down to the center of the room and opened one of the elaborate chests. By the time Reina and Beleeza joined it, it had produced a small wooden box that had the pleasing rattle of a great deal of coins.

“I trust this should do nicely as far as a monetary payment goes.”

Reina took the chest, and by weight alone she knew it would be more than enough. Suddenly, her body didn’t hurt quite as much.

“It is but the first of the four-fold reward, however,” the moonchild continued and opened another chest.

“Four-fold?” Reina exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected generosity.

“It is our custom that things should always be given in fours. One material, one symbolic, one pragmatic, and one personal.”

“Oh.” Reina made a subtle mental note to never turn down a job for a moonchild. Ever.

“As for the symbolic, I offer you my friendship. I know your kin faces challenges in this city, just as mine does. With each other’s aid, we shall both prosper,” the moonchild said and splayed its hands in a humble gesture.

“I understand completely,” Reina said and bowed gently. “And I offer my friendship in return.” She knew that this would likely be the most useful thing to come out of all this in the long run. Every extra pair of eyes and ears you could count on went a long way.

“On that note…” The moonchild took a small bundle out of a chest, a tightly wrapped little package that had a distinct hum of magic to it. “I trust this should be useful to you. It is a strong ward against prying magic, which I believe should be useful against the Wizards that are hunting for your kin.”

Reina took the package in her hands, and was almost overwhelmed by the power surging through it. This was one hell of a ward, far beyond anything she would be able to construct herself.

“You humble me with these gifts, Sovereign,” she said, almost a bit embarrassed.

“Please. We are beyond titles now. You may call me Ylanga, should you wish to.”

“Oh. Then, I am Reina to you as well.”

“Beleeza,” the Daemon chimed in with an amused smile, having found herself a seat in one of the large armchairs. Watching as if some awkward play was going on before her.

“And as we are now more familiar, might I propose a personal gift to you?” Ylanga said to Reina, now with a far warmer timbre to its voice.

Reina hesitated. What would a being such as this consider personal? “I would not dare to refuse,” she finally answered, with some apprehension.

“I pondered for a long time what one such as you might appreciate. Then it occurred to me that a Warlock bound to the House of Flesh must have a certain appreciation for…the sensual, so to speak. Would I be correct?”

“I…suppose so, yes,” Reina said, trying to ignore Beleezas pointed giggles on the other side of the room.

“Then I propose that I gift you a stronger connection to your body. A gift that would make you not just more sensitive to even the subtlest of sensual touches, but also able to control your own senses with ease. I would think that one such as you could find a great deal of use in such a skill.”

Reina was starting to blush just a little bit. Exactly what did this being think about her? It did sound enticing, however.

“And…how would that be done?” she finally asked,

“Well, with your and your Daemon’s permission, I would have you relieve yourself of your clothing. Then, I would gently call out the utmost sensitivity your body can produce, after which you would drink a simple solution that would allow you to call upon and direct that same sensitivity.”

“Oh, I permit alright!” Beleeza exclaimed with glee.

“Beleeza!” Reina hissed, with a murderous look aimed at the Daemon. “I… How do you mean to…produce that sensitivity?” she finally asked, struggling to meet the moonchild’s eyes.

“It is a rather curious process actually. I have found that the mere touch of our kind produces a much higher response in humans that if they had been touched by another human.” The moonchild raised its hand and reached out. Its fingers were long and slender, but the tips were rounder, with a soft pink color. “So by gently touching your body, I could coax out a sensitivity unlike any you have felt before.”

Reina had no idea what to make of it all. It sounded enticing for sure, but to have this moonchild touch, no, play with her body that way? Her time with Beleeza had lowered her inhibitions a great deal, but this? This… This was a bit much.

“Come now, pet,” Beleeza purred. “It would bring me such joy to see you that way…”

Reina swallowed as she saw that Beleeza’s big cock was getting hard. She was getting a bit excited herself, no doubt, but seeing her Daemon’s growing lust was stoking a fire inside her that she had no control over. Finally, she relented.

“I…accept,” she said, bowing her head in embarrassment.

“Wonderful! Then if you would simply undress and lie down on the bed, I will prepare the solution. Beleeza could rub some oil on you in the meantime, which should make the process all the more pleasing.”

Barely had Ylanga finished the sentence before Beleeza had sprung up and readied herself with the oil. Reina would have scolded her, but just seeing her Daemon stand there with her now rock hard cock was more than enough to derail her thoughts. Despite the burning sense of embarrassment, she felt herself getting more and more turned on. The slight wetness between her legs was already calling loudly for attention. Who knew how far this would go before the end.

When her robe came off, it was slowly and with much apprehension. But Beleezas appreciating gaze drove Reina onwards and with every garment she dropped, her inhibitions melted away a little more. Making Beleeza simmer with desire fueled her own flames. Made her burn deep inside. When she dropped her undershirt and let her breasts free, she couldn’t resist stroking herself ever so gently, teasing her stiff nipples so that Beleeza could see just how turned on she was. The Daemon simple licked her lips with an appreciative sigh, and gave a pointed glance to the breeches that still kept Reina from being completely naked. The Warlock obliged, and within seconds the breeches fell to the floor.

Reina shivered as she stood before the two creatures, completely naked. Her body was covered in bruises, but that did not seem to turn Beleeza off in the slightest. When the Daemon beckoned her towards the bed, she made a show of swaying her hips as she walked. Even though the moonchild was with them, she couldn’t resist teasing just a little bit. Beleeza was not late to tease back, pulling Reina tightly towards her, making sure her big cock slid in tightly between Reina’s thighs. The raw, pulsating heat brushing against her pussy forced Reina to stifle a moan, despite the incredible heat it provoked. She still had some sense of decoum left.

Thankfully, Beleeza felt merciful today, and simply pushed Reina up on the bed to lay on her stomach. Breathing deeply, Reina tried to relax and let go, but scorching desires had already been awoken and let loose. This would get worse before it got better.

“If you wish,” the moonchild interrupted, “There is a piece of cloth to cover your eyes. It should help sharpen your other senses.”

“Oh, I… I’m not sure,” Reina began, but before she could react, Beleeza had wrapped the cloth around her eyes and tied it behind her head. She obeyed, and an involuntary moan escaped her. “Mmmhh, okay…”