“…And may The Lord bless you and keep you and welcome you into His arms to live forever. Amen.”

The aging priest did his best to put on a warm smile, but it was immediately obvious to Lloyd that the man was troubled. The slight crinkle in his hooked nose made the source of his discomfort obvious – he smelled “it”, too.

“I suppose I should be off now, before it arrives. May the Lord have mercy on your soul. I know this is not your choice to make, nor is this mine.”

None of the man’s advancing age showed as he nearly leapt up from the rough-hewn wooden chair at the side of the bed. His robes almost seemed to float away behind him in his haste. The only thing that interrupted the priest’s egress was a brief stop to turn the wall-mounted crucifix away from Lloyd and towards the wall. With one final, complicated stare, the man was out the door and Lloyd was alone with his thoughts for the first time since regaining consciousness.

His hand gravitated towards the thick gauze wrapping the entire length of his torso, drawing a wince and a gasp as the light touch aggravated the wound. He had not yet seen the wound himself, as it was bandaged well before he awoke, and saw no reason to look. He would not have to suffer it much longer. Infection surely would have claimed him in a few weeks’ time anyway.

As he ruminated, the offensive scent grew stronger, and with it the sound of hooves scraping across the well-trodden wood floor of the hall. Despite himself, Lloyd’s heart began to race with fear and something more. He clutched subconsciously at the linen bedding, competing instincts warring for control, yet equally incapable of motivating his broken body to move. With no other option, he laid still as the footsteps came to a halt right outside the door.

A light knock on the thin wooden entrance nearly killed him on the spot.

“C-Come in.”

The door opened, ushering in an almost choking aroma: sulfur. She stood in the doorway, as though waiting for his invitation. His mind, however, was far too busy for pleasantries.

She was exactly as he had expected. Nearly six feet of pale, ashen skin stood before him, mottled flesh giving way to silky black fur below the knee and eventually to a pair of split hooves. Her body was the very image of female sensuality, with hips that almost defied logic with their breadth and sway. Her modesty was preserved, though barely, by a scandalously tight bodice terminating in what could only generously be called undergarments, a wide line of skin clearly visible just above her pubis.

The cut of her top was equally obscene, exposing the full weight of her generous bust and pushing their ashen tops right in the way of his stare. Her sharp, overwhelmingly feminine face was as colorless as the rest of her body, yet the black pools of her eyes, set with vibrant blue, slitted irises were striking enough to offset the corpse-like hue of her skin. A pair of obsidian horns grew and twisted back a half inch below her brow. Long black hair flowed behind her, reaching as low as her waist, running in a loose braid between two furled, bat-like wings.

“Did no one ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?”

Her voice was as rich and seductive as the rest of her, words taking back seat to a luscious timbre that promised so much more.

“Sorry, what?”

A harsh snort of laughter was the first non-sexy thing she did, the sudden normalcy bringing Lloyd back to the present.

“Oh, sorry. Come in, have a seat, or…”

“Relax, Lloyd. I’m just playing with you. I like to give my customers a show they’ll never forget, as long as they live.”

“-”

“Too soon?”

It was only her supernatural charisma, unholy beauty, and the 18″ long gash running across his stomach keeping Lloyd from chucking something at the wisecracking demon woman. Even with the shit-eating grin plastered across her face, it was impossible to deny her raw appeal. The idea that men once fought creatures such as her was unbelievable. All of them were probably gay.

The door shut behind her, seemingly of its own accord. She turned to the side, gently tossing a small leather bag onto a nearby desk. That said, the contents of the bag could not possibly be as interesting as the delicate curves of her profile, her pushed-up breasts and barely contained ass looking almost like shelves on her otherwise gently contoured body. A long, thin tail with a barbed tip swayed mindlessly behind her as she slowly lifted a pale butt cheek, only to let it fall back down in a jiggle.

“Your eyes say way too much. I think I’m beginning to understand how it was you got that wound.”

“I must have been a pretty bad fighter for a man-sized piece of falling glass to read me that well.”

“Seriously? Falling glass?”

“Stained glass, actually. Happened after the battle, even. The whole damned window fell from the steeple.”

“Big man upstairs must have had it in for you. I think you’ll find our ways a lot more…pleasant.”

Her hands moved quickly over the laces of her bodice as she spoke, making short work of the knot and letting the placket fall open, revealing even more of her deathly white skin. Slowly losing their support, her breasts fell from their loft, straining the laces further as they unraveled of their own accord before falling loose. The garment fell to the ground a second later, revealing the whole of her torso, from the charcoal-grey nipples nipples that adorned the prominent tips of her full, yet remarkably perky breasts, to the almost-there lines of musculature that hinted at toned muscle below the skin of her flat stomach. The bare skin continued down to the thin fabric that pretended to conceal her pubis, where a small tuft of downy black hair was barely visible poking from the waistband.

At some point, the demonic temptress had obtained a small bottle of oil – likely from the bag Lloyd had already forgotten about – and pulled out the cork. A faint,gentle smell like washed linen poured out, immediately replacing the acrid smell of sulfur. She raised the small bottle and upended it just above her chest, allowing its viscous contents to pour slowly onto her skin.

“It’s a specially perfumed oil, if you’re wondering. Most men in your…situation find it difficult to get comfortable with a woman smelling of Hell itself.”

The thin stream of clear liquid ran between her breasts, thinning to a single drop as it traveled down her stomach, wetting and clinging briefly to the incredibly fine hairs that covered her skin. She poured more along the breadth of her chest, coating the tops of her breasts with glistening fluid, accentuating the marble-like pattern of faint black veins just below the skin. Her spare hand joined the action, spreading the thin sheen over the rest of her chest, paying particular attention to her slowly hardening nipples.

Nearly the whole of her upper body was glistening by the time the bottle ran dry and fell to the floor, discarded. A few lone drops managed to reach the low-cut line of her panties, collecting there and darkening the black fabric. Of course, it was not only oil that now dampened the skimpy cloth, a steadily growing stain creeping along the bottom of her underwear. She was soaking in her own juices already, a visible testament to the diabolic purpose of her body.

Noticing his slack-mouthed stare, she drew an oily index finger across her bare ass, striking it quickly in imitation of lighting a match. To Lloyd’s surprise, a very real fire did sprout from her fingertip, the flame appearing somehow more vivid and real than any fire he had seen before. His brain was struggling for an appropriate quip when the flame spread quickly over her arm and onto her torso, engulfing her whole body in a flash of deep crimson flame.

Forgetting momentarily about the enormous, barely sealed hole in his stomach, Lloyd recoiled violently, scrambling at the smooth linen to get as far away from the literally immolated demon woman. A choked cry of fear was interrupted by a groan of pain as the wound split in his haste. A second later, the fire vanished to nothing and the recently extinguished temptress, looking no worse for the wear, flew at him, an expression of earnest concern written plainly across her face.

“Are you alright? Did you open your wound?”

“I’ll be alright. Well, you know what I mean. No worse than before. Hurts like hell, though.”

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I suppose you haven’t ever seen anyone do that before.”

Lloyd could not be bothered to dignify that with a response.

“It seemed sexier in my head, to be honest. I also did not want to get oil on the sheets. We’re about to make enough of a mess. Well, at least you are. I’ve heard that humans make quite a mess when they-”

“YES. I got it. Very funny.”

Silence enveloped them for a moment before Lloyd spoke again.

“So what’s it like, anyway?”

The succubus put on a thoughtful look before replying.

“Maybe a bit warmer than would otherwise be comfortable. Very wet, and much softer than you are used to. It’s got way more muscles than you’d think, and I can control them all independently. It’s rather wonderful, really.”

“Almighty save me. Not your vagina, you oversexed bat. You know…”

“Oh, that. Lots of screaming. Bodily fluids everywhere. Messy business.”

“Are we still talking about – you know what? Forget it. Never mind.”

She smiled.

“Good. You have nothing to worry about but what’s under here” she said while sliding her thumbs under the thin string holding her undergarments on. It took only a second and a glimpse of the growing confusion and concern in Lloyd’s eyes to realize what she said. Instead of acknowledging her mistake, she pulled them down quickly, exposing her already-slick slit. She was only mildly offended by the look of relief on the man’s face as he confirmed that there was nothing…extra hidden by the cloth. In his defense, there were certainly rumors of “succubi” like that as well.

Lloyd watched as the panties slid down the demon’s smooth legs, an unbroken line of lubricant stretching from her slightly parted lips to the soaked cloth. The aroma of her sex filled the room, coating the atmosphere in a cloying heat that chased away the awkwardness of the change and the sinking fear that preceded it.

To call the scent merely arousing would be to deny the throbbing ache that spread through his groin, turning the vague near-stiffness he had since she entered the room into the strongest erection of his life. There could be nothing natural about the effect she had on him, but he was well past caring – what did he have to worry about at this point, anyway?

The clear effect she had on him served only to act as an invitation, the succubus preying on his improving mood to make first contact. She stooped over the bed, careful to give what she instinctively knew to be the best view of her hanging breasts. Her hands found each leg, running up the ex-warrior’s scarred calves and powerful thighs as first one knee, then the next, found its way onto the bed. She spread his legs gently around her, mindful of the gruesome cut hidden below the thick gauze. A lone pair of fingers traced his inseam through the towel that covered his modesty before making a quick dash up to his hidden injury.

“You’re going to want to be at the top of your game for this, handsome. Let me take care of this for you.”

Her hands found and traced the crude gash and, to Lloyd’s surprise, her touch was met with not pain as before, but a warm soothing feeling. He could almost feel the skin below stretching and suturing itself, closing the wound completely.

“You can heal?”

“Not only celestials can use healing magic, you know. Well, they are the only ones that can really make it ‘stick’. I’d say this will hold for about an hour or so.”

“So that puts a time limit on things, doesn’t it?”

“As if. I’d be surprised if you could last half that.”

“You want to make a bet of it?”

She couldn’t help but copy his smile.

“Tell you what. I’m already getting everything I want from you, so I’m going to give you a once-in-a-lifetime deal.” She waited for his response to that quip. After a few seconds, she gave up and continued, “If you can last half an hour, from now, I will give you something special. If you can’t, you lose nothing.”

“A mysterious and ill-defined reward for a betting game with a demon who claims to want nothing in return… sounds reasonable. You’re on.”

She laughed earnestly at his proffered hand, clasping it to seal their “deal”. She did not have long to laugh, however, as she quickly found herself pulled off balance and onto his chest.

Lloyd let go of her hand, moving his grip to the back of her neck and one cheek of her ass, pulling her harder against him and bringing their lips into contact. She tasted vaguely of smoke and her lips were hot to the touch, but so very sensual that he couldn’t bring himself to care. Intent to put his new-found – if temporary – vigor to use, he beat her to the punch by forcing his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned into him, her breath quickening with every kneading grasp on her full ass. The warmth of her skin urged him on as his hand traveled down her thick thigh, making it twitch slightly in response. The fine fuzz of hair that covered her flawless skin became thicker and silkier as he went lower, eventually becoming the black fur that extended below her knee. The strange sensation did little to arrest his excitement, serving instead as a reminder of just who and what he now held.

She was the first to break their kiss, her dark lips twisting into a lewd grin as they watched the thin string of saliva connecting them sag and break. Without lifting herself from him, she pulled her body back slowly, bending at the waist to push her ass slowly into the air, creating a landscape of pale flesh from her shoulders all the way to her bottom and putting it on display. As she slowly slid down his body, her nails dug softly into the skin of his chest; hard enough to leave a mark, but still gentle enough to tickle. Her tail wrapped around her thigh to press into the meat of her ass, dimpling the soft flesh and running in lazy circles. Whether her automolestation was for her own enjoyment or Lloyd’s was not a question his brain was willing to entertain at this particular point.

Eventually, her dangling breasts found his groin, her rock-hard nipples dragging across his skin on each side of his member, engulfing him in her warm softness. He thrust lightly against her, pushing himself deeper into her smothering cleavage. She pressed back against him but did not stop, allowing his shaft to slowly escape. Her eyes met his and she licked her full lips as he emerged, leaving little of her intentions to the imagination.

Her lips met the base of his crown with a soft kiss. She trailed slowly down his stiff pole, making it jump lightly at her barely there touch. When she finally reached his base, she held her lips to him as her tongue sneaked out, pressing firmly against him. It spread to cover the whole underside of his shaft and, with one long lick, traveled back up to his tip.

She pressed hard against him as she climbed his shaft, drawing a gasp as her tongue pulled at the skin just below his head. A small bead of pre-mirth grew at his tip as her tongue circled gently over his frenulum. Without bowing her head, it wrapped entirely around his head, growing or else stretching several inches as it snaked around him, only stopping when its tip reached the clear drop at his peak. She massaged him gently for a second before unraveling herself and slowly retracting the deceptively long appendage. Without warning, she descended again, this time taking his whole head inside her mouth. He bucked sharply, but she expertly rode his thrust, keeping just the tip inside as she slowly began to suck.

Her lips pulled even tighter around him, to the point he could feel the gentle pulse of blood flowing through the engorged veins of his member. She did not stop there, continuing to hollow her cheeks as the pressure grew, taking in fractions more of his trembling length. Her tongue finally rejoined the action, folding firmly against the underside of his head before undulating softly.

Lloyd squirmed in place, almost paralyzed by the unblinking stare that surveilled his every response. Her striking blue, reptilian eyes never left his as she sped her descent, meeting the halfway point of his throbbing mast before slowing back down to a stop. She grasped his hands with hers, laying them gently atop her head; one on her silky black hair and the other on a curved horn.

Just the weight of his hands on her head was enough to push her further down his shaft, but that did not stop him from putting his arms to use. With only a small push, he butted up against her throat, his head sliding easily into the narrow passage that seemed to tighten around him. He pushed through slowly, hips arching as she swallowed more of him down. A few seconds of warm, wet bliss later, he felt her lips against his pubic bone. Curiously, he could still feel her breath tickling at the sensitive skin of his groin, even though her throat was full to stuffing with his length. He only had a second to consider her anatomy, however, as her throat began to tighten.

Her throat contracted in a wave, starting at the midpoint of his shaft where he entered her throat, and descending in a slow band of wonderful tightness to his head. The pulsing muscle stopped for an instant on his ridge before slipping over it, forcing a gasp as he pulled her face harder against him. His hips pushed back against her mouth, but his rough treatment only seemed to spur her on as the second wave of tightness began immediately as the first ended.

Lloyd’s head fell slack against the pillow, his whole concentration focused on the pulsing throat that surrounded him. Her tongue never stopped stroking slowly down his base, as if to milk the thick clear fluid that no doubt flowed freely from his tip. She moaned in delight as he gasped and pushed futilely against her lips, knowing full well that he could go no deeper. When he met her gaze once again, the demonic hunger written in her eyes made him wonder which one of them was enjoying this more.

One of the succubus’ hands found her nipple, squeezing and stroking it in time with her rhythmic contractions, careful to make sure that Lloyd was watching. She grinned around his cock as his eyes locked onto her display. Her deft fingers twirled around her dark, sensitive nub, pulling at it gently before rubbing with just the tips of her fingers. After a few seconds, her whole hand dug into her soft flesh, kneading her breast and making a show of hefting its weight.

Caught between her self-groping, her wanton stare of hunger, and the immaculately curved ass rocking to and fro in the air, Lloyd found himself unsure of where to rest his stare. Every part of this experience was so perfect that he was having a hard time keeping up. His body had no issue, however, as his hips continued to thrust softly against the demon’s face in slow rhythm.

A familiar sensation of heat and pressure grew at the base of his length. He struggled to thrust faster as the sensation grew, but the slow contractions of her throat did not change. The urge to climax quickly outstripped the growing pleasure, turning ecstasy into frustration. Then, with one long stroke, the succubus pulled herself off of him completely, saliva pouring freely from her glistening mouth as his rod popped free.

“If you wanted more, you could have just asked, honey.”

She licked her lips sensually before continuing.

“But I do insist on taking you in my mouth the first time. Perhaps you would prefer a different position?”

With that, the demon pulled further back on her haunches before rolling onto her back, folding her leathery wings gently beneath her back. Her breasts fell to either side of her body, sagging under gravity but still perky enough to rise substantially above her chest. She shimmied for a moment, apparently to adjust the lay of her tail, before bending her neck back at an inhuman angle and opening her mouth.

The look on her face clearly asked the question “What are you waiting for?” Truth be told, Lloyd didn’t have a good answer. Instead, he pushed himself onto his knees, pulling himself upright for the first time since he awoke in this bed last night. He winced preemptively at the pain he had come to expect from straining his abdomen, but was surprised to feel as fit as he did yesterday morning. The thought did, however, remind him of the time limit he was now operating under. This would be one opportunity he would not waste.

Lloyd fell forward onto his hands, thighs tight on either side of the succubus’ head. He could not see her mouth over the resting mounds of her breasts, but knew he could rely on his own lust and the demon’s voracious appetite to make sure that everything ended up where it needed to be. Without sparing a further thought, he thrust forward.

A single, smooth stroke was enough to plant his groin up against her warm lips. Despite the force of his thrust, the demoness seemed no worse for wear. What was more, the rhythmic ticking sensation at his root made it clear that the half-foot of pole lodged in her throat did nothing to impede her ability to breathe. Perhaps “made for sex” was a bit more literal than he originally imagined. There was no choking or struggle as he eased out of her, just an engulfing heat that threatened to steal his breath.

The second thrust was faster than the first, and the third faster still, until the the sound of flesh against flesh grew louder than the quickening pounding of blood in his ears. The warmth of the succubus’ splattered saliva coated his entire pelvic region, a testament to the speed of his frenetic thrusting. Her throat relaxed with every thrust before tightening so greatly upon his retreat that it felt as though he may pull her throat out. Judging by the strangled moans that were somehow escaping her cock-stuffed throat, the prospect did not seem to be worrying the demon quite so much. Her hands had worked their way down to her own dripping sex and began to play with it, the slow and shallow thrusts of her glistening fingers clearly meant to further entice her willing victim.

Lloyd’s world shrank to the sights and sounds of the woman below him, whose gently arched back and slowly undulating hips commanded all of his attention. It was a completely unfamiliar perspective to watch the bottom half of a woman (particularly one with furry legs) as she twisted in the throes of pleasure. The novelty of the situation did little to stem the rising heat in his groin, however. His thrusts grew short and fast, with only the last inch or so of his soaked shaft finding itself free of her suckling lips as he back out. The writhing succubus, sensing his impending climax, did her best to match his movements with her pinned head, her body inching along the bed to take in every fraction he had to offer.

Despite the speed of his thrusts, her form remained perfect, with not even a hint of her menacingly sharp teeth on the sensitive skin of his cock. Instead, her mouth felt as though it had melted around him as he drew nearer, her tongue embracing every bit of skin not buried inside her slick, pulsing throat. With one final, hard push, he bottomed out inside her once more and erupted. The second his semen hit her throat, her mouth snapped against his groin as though pulled by a magnet, her body instinctively fighting to bury him as deeply inside itself as it could.

The quivering of her throat quickly synchronized with the pulsing of his vein, squeezing the thick white fluid inside with such force that it felt as though it were being sucked from his depths. Perhaps it was, in a way, but the thought never reached his head as he bucked in orgasm, thrusting futilely against her saliva-coated face and pouring what he knew to be the largest load of his life into her eager, waiting throat.

When at last the unbearable heat had faded, he unseated himself from her throat, wincing as her encircling tongue scraped along his sensitized flesh and slipped over the ridge of his head. Once completely unsheathed, he fell immediately to the side with just enough grace to clear the panting demon’s body and land on his back. Her head was still bent fully backwards at an angle impossible for a (living) human as thick strings of saliva ran from the corners of her mouth. The site of her with her head thrown back and long black hair splayed about as though in rapture was enough to remind him that he was still very much erect.

Although he planned to give her at least a few minutes to recover, she was up again in seconds, wiping her mess from her face with a corner of the bed linens.

“That was a bit more like it, don’t you agree?”

It wasn’t until he tried to answer that Lloyd realized that he was still panting heavily, his breath too hard to get out more than a couple words at a time.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s completely normal. I would normally be inclined to give you a bit longer of a break, but we’re on a schedule. I never lose bets.”

Before he could force out anything that resembled a word, she was on top of him, her hips planted just over his scrotum, giving her someplace new to drip her escaping lust onto. When she was atop him like this, it really was impossible to forget just what – and whom – he was doing. Her wings had unfurled fully, their span taking him by surprise. From tip to tip, they spanned at least ten feet. Were it not for her voluptuous frame and the near-transparency of her wings, he would almost have believed that she could fly with them.

Her pale skin almost glowed in the raking evening light that trickled in the shuttered window, accentuating the statuesque curves on her unnatural body, from the not-so-subtle bump of her pubic mound, to the thin lines of mostly hidden muscle just beneath the thin layer of softness covering her narrow waist. Even her hair, moments ago tangled and splayed across the bed, lay flat against her body, straight but where the swell of her almost motherly figure held it aloft. He began to question whether there was anything she could do to not be irresistible. Even exhausted as he was, he could not help but croak out his thoughts.

“Beautiful.”

Her smile was genuine.

“You ready for round two, stud? We don’t exactly have all day.”

One pressing thought was able to break through the haze of lust long enough for Lloyd to interrupt, raising a hand as he was finally able to catch a bit more of his breath.

“Your name. You never said.”

“Allal was the name used to summon me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone else say it, though. We don’t have much need for names, if you couldn’t tell.”

As Allal spoke, she began to rock her hips softly, parting her lips gently on the underside of his shaft and slicking his length with her wetness.

“It was sweet of you to ask, though. Feel free to scream it as much as you want.”

Her slow grind stopped as she reached his tip and, taking a hold of him with her tail, parted her folds with his head. With her whole weight over his hips and her hands planted firmly on his stomach, Lloyd could only groan and twitch as she slowly engulfed him, bit-by-bit.

She was exactly as warm, wet, and soft as she had promised. It felt as though he was carving a new passage with his member as she sank further down his length. Her walls were certainly soft, but far from smooth, filled with gentle ridges and covered in dozens of small protuberances that prodded him all around his circumference. Eventually, her netherlips reached his base, her hips visibly deforming slightly to allow her to take in every fraction of his manhood. It would have been at least slightly disturbing, had Lloyd not been engulfed in the most incredible hole he could ever have imagined.

Without lifting her hips, her sex began to move around him. The tiny bumps that covered her walls danced over the loose skin of his shaft, hardening slightly in a traveling wave that ran from his base. Before he could adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, her back wall began to stroke him faster and harder, with a dexterity almost reminiscent of a tongue, but covered in small ridges that seemed to grip harder as they ran over his frenulum. He shuttered as the sensation intensified, jerking his hips into hers.

“Like it that much already? I haven’t even started moving yet, dear.”

Naturally, the demonic temptress chose that moment to begin her ascent. Her lips sealed firmly around him as he pulled out, as though trying to suck him back in. She wasted little time ascending his length and even less descending once again, her form-fitting walls having no issue clinging against him as her pace accelerated.

“Hold on for your life!”

Lloyd was pretty well beyond her puns at this point. His hands, at some point, found their way to the succubus’ full, bouncing cheeks. While he did enjoy the way his fingers sank just deep enough into her flesh to give the impression of toned softness, he was far too occupied using his grip to wrest some control over their lovemaking, slowing her descent just enough to push in his last inch himself with an upward thrust. His breath grew yet more ragged with the unnecessary exertion, but it was well worth it to hear her moans as he hammered her from below.

If anything, his rapid breathing filled his burning lungs with more of her aroma, which now filled the room so thickly that he swore he could see it. The smell of sulfur and even of the perfumed oil had been subsumed with a smell he could not identify, but knew instinctively to be lust. It made his cock even stiffer as he barreled into her contorting, ribbed cunt.

The look on Allal’s face made it clear that she was just as lost in the act as he. She stared blankly up into space, her mouth hanging slightly open and quivering with each impact. The sounds she made started off as moans, but had devolved into an extended, guttural groaning. Her spread wings flapped sporadically, either lost in the storm of sensation or helping maintain her balance as she rode him into the bed. The muscles just below her slightly cushioned stomach were barely visible, brought out by the light sheen of sweat that had started accumulating.

It was all Lloyd could do to maintain his composure, his body and most of his mind practically begging to let loose inside the woman. Her full-yet-fit body and the musk filling the room screamed at him to fill her with his seed. Demon or not, his every instinct wanted to make her pregnant. At the same time, the last part of his mind not wholly devoted to the task at hand wanted to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, not sure how much more he had left in him.

Her remarkably articulate sex seemed to side with the majority and had intensified its inhuman contortions. Her walls moved differently on each side of his dick, alternating between long stroking motions that made it feel as though he was thrusting into an infinite tunnel and vibrating against him, purposefully covering his most sensitive spots with the bumps and ridges that filled her pussy. It moved so quickly and expertly that it all blurred together into an indescribable sensation that could have no other purpose than to force the largest, most nerve-wracking orgasm as quickly as possible. She was a predator, and her body knew exactly how to hunt him.

Allal was practically howling as he reached his limit, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flat against his chest. His lips and teeth found her neck and attacked, as though trying to vent some small portion of the pleasure that was overwhelming him. The heat of her body burned his skin all over, but it was a small price to pay to feel the succubus cling even more tightly against him, her body shaking uncontrollably in what he could only imagine was her own climax, given the way that her nipples had suddenly become as hard as glass against his chest.

One last thrust was all it took to push him over the edge, with no small assistance from her implacably torturous sex. He pushed forward with all his strength, lifting his weight and hers off the bed with the force of his thrust. An instant later, he erupted into her. The sporadic contractions in her cunt evened out to long, deliberate strokes as he drained himself into her depths. She let out a strangled cry of delight as he pulsed inside her. Each small thrust prolonged the pleasure, with more cum leaking out every time he bottomed out inside her. It felt as though it could last forever, but exhaustion eventually took its hold and his hips dropped.

Above him, the quivering demoness had yet to lower her body, her now-empty cunt on full display. Her skin was flushed so red around her lips that it could be mistaken for her natural skin color. After a long second of staring at the hole that had so recently consumed an ever-dwindling part of him, Lloyd noticed the beginnings of a white stream flow from her. Despite being invariably watered down with the copious lubrication that now covered the lower half of his body, the cum now leaking from her still-twitching hole was as thick as he had ever seen it. It poured in a thick rope that twisted in the air as she shook in aftershock, eventually straining enough to break off and land near his groin. To his surprise, it was quickly joined by another, even larger strand, and then another, which all fell into a mixed heap atop him before making its way to the ruined sheets. He was not entirely sure where exactly it all came from.

“You gave me so much I couldn’t hold it all in. Don’t worry, there is still plenty more inside, tucked away safely. I already have more than enough.”

Lloyd was not entirely sure what she had “enough” for, but was also not particularly inclined to ruminate on it, either. He could barely hear over the pounding in his chest, yet there was no sign of his libido flagging in the least. His shaft was still as hard as it had ever been and was laying flat against his stomach, leaking the remnants of their last session. Fortunately, it seemed as though Allal was equally unsatisfied.

“I’d say you’ve got one more in you. Two if I go easy, but there’s no fun in that. So what’ll it be, big guy? Once more down my throat or in my pussy? Between my tits and all over my face? No, not that. You want my ass, don’t you? You’ve been staring at it the whole time. I assure you that it’s every bit as wonderful as my pussy – or so I’ve been told.”

Lloyd didn’t even need to answer. Every orifice of the sex demon was equally appealing, and the way his soaked rod bounced at her suggestions made that perfectly clear.

“I’ll tell you what. Since it’s your last chance, I’ll let you get on top. It’ll be more fun if you’re the one calling the shots, anyway.”

She turned from him, careful to give a nice view of her cum-drooling sex and mirth-splattered thighs. She fell to her hands and knees before stretching out to full length while leaving her ass thrust back and on display, shaking it gently and rubbing her cheek with her tail. That was far more invitation than he needed. He pulled himself shakily upright and flopped gracelessly over the succubus’ back. She showed no frustration at his deteriorating condition, but rather helped position him just right and aligned her hips to his.

“Ready when you are, stud. Just slide right in.”

True to her word, Lloyd found her pucker surprisingly wet and elastic as he pressed up against it. He laid fully atop her, groin resting on the supple cushion of her ass and chest pushing her wings flat to her back. Her head was turned to look at him as he started to push inside, her expression welcoming and patient.

It took very little effort to sink his crown inside her ring, though its tightness threatened to push him out at any second. Once his ridge had passed through, the rest of his shaft followed by body weight alone, pulling into him into her depths in an instant. Where her sex had been brutally textured and unbelievably stimulating, her rear passage was smooth as silk and practically dripping with some unmentionable fluid, begging him to violate her with everything he had left. The muscles of her entrance apparently agreed and had begun pushing him out. He rocked back just enough to pull half his length from her sodden hole before slamming forward once again.

The demon below him shook in equal parts from the impact and pleasure, a whispered “yes” escaping her barely open mouth. He nuzzled into her jaw, kissing softly as he worked his way down to her neck. Her skin tasted faintly of salt and sweat, a strangely human feature for a creature that normally smelled of sulfur. Hot, warm breaths blew his hair in time with each slow and purposeful thrust.

Each time he pushed inside her, the smothering walls of her back passage grew slightly tighter and her hips raised just a fraction more to meet him. His pace was agonizingly slow, fatigue and the unexpected hindrance of the size of her ass restrained him to a sensual, almost tender pace. Allal could almost certainly sense his frustration, but seemed insistent on merely matching his pace, rocking her hips slowly back to meet each thrust before allowing him to flatten her against the bed. Despite the languid pace, Lloyd was harder than ever, to the point that any sudden twist of her hips was almost painful. It felt as though every bit of strength he had remaining had decided to make a last stand in his erection.

Her neck tilted back to bring her mouth to his, the pair sharing an awkward, breathy kiss. With the superior position, it took little effort for Lloyd to dominate the exchange, his tongue wrestling hers to submission before breaking off to explore each corner of her mouth. It was small compensation for the languid pace of their intercourse, but the succubus’ helpless moans as he probed her filled him with a strange possessiveness. He covered and filled her completely, her body given over to his pleasure and all-but trapped under his bulk. Her eager participation only made the feeling stronger, as though her panting and bucking was meant solely for him.

The dull, roaring pleasure took backseat to the soaring satisfaction he felt as he slowly filled her so thoroughly that it seemed as though it was his dick, pistoning in and out of her, that filled and emptied her lungs with each breath. There was nothing left to his life but to fuck this woman – demon, he reminded himself, and fill her with his offering. Who needed a ferryman, anyway? The smell of her musk, the feeling of her smooth, soft walls clinging to his desperately hard cock, the sound of her labored breaths struggling to escape from her mouth as he violated it, and the swelling sense of dominion all swirled together, imprinting indelibly in his memory, sure to linger forever, but for the chance.

Allal clearly agreed with the sentiment and buried her face into the bed, her teeth tearing shreds into the sheets while her hands groped in front of her, collecting great fistfulls of linen and wrenching it into balls. Her movements had grown frantic but never threatened to exceed his pace, her counter-thrusting devolving into desperate shaking as her hips lifted ever higher to accommodate his plunging shaft. She was on the brink, but would not allow herself to bring them both to completion. It was going to be up to him.

With the little strength he had left, Lloyd dragged his collapsing body forward, transforming the deliberate, deep thrusts into crude shaking in exchange for doubling his tempo. That was all it took for the demoness’ dam to break. Her hips collapsed beneath him, falling to the ground and soaking the bedsheets in the fluids that poured liberally from her neglected pussy. Her breath stuttered and caught, making a strange growl as her head threw back in pleasure. Her entire body, full curves and all, shook as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, each translating into a throbbing tightness in her ass. Her orgasm continued unabated, with no signs of slowing down even as exhaustion started to darken the corners of Lloyd’s vision.

“Cum in me. Give me your seed. Give me your soul. Give me everything.”

Lloyd’s cock responded instantly to her demand, throbbing in phantom pleasure before opening at the tip to flood her bowels with cum. His body burst with pleasure, heat spreading from his buried dick through the rest of his body as each spurt of white propelled itself from his tip. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, shaking and pulsing in her depths as her still-orgasming body wringed him for all he was worth, and more. As he flooded her with white, blackness filled his vision, growing each time his cock pulsed and spewed inside her. Before his orgasm even began to subside, the darkness had eclipsed his last sight – the shaking back and spasming wings of the demon that took his life – and he felt no more. In the last instant as consciousness faded, he heard her last words to him:

“I won.”

xxxxx

At long last, the frenzied thumping and mad howling coming from upstairs had come to an end. Father Albertelli resolved to give “it” a minute or two to compose itself before he would come knocking. That was the story, and he was sticking to it; his decision to stay seated had absolutely nothing to do with the bulge in his robes.

After a poignant silence, the aging priest dragged his reluctant body to the room of the presumably deceased, dreading what kind of mess he would be responsible for. Whoever decided that the clergy would be responsible for cleaning up these kinds of messes did not come from the Heavenly Host. Even outside the door, the air reeked of sweat, sex, and burning. It was with no little hesitation that he brought his hand up to the door and rapped thrice. He was answered with a frantic scurrying sound and a garbled vocalization that sounded quite a bit like, “Shit!” Unsure but uncaring exactly what form of treachery, blasphemy, knavery, or especially unholy admixture of the three may be afoot, he barged in with a practiced glare of judgment refined over decades of instilling the fear of God.

What he saw, however, was quite some distance from anything that he could have imagined. A slight haze of smoke hung in the air, tinged with sex but dominated by the smell of a recently extinguished fire. His eyes were drawn immediately to the center of the room where what remained of the bed once stood. A pile of scorched and shattered timber held barely stable above an equally blackened mattress, intact save for the man-shaped hole burned straight through the linen, down, and hay. Lloyd had deserved better, but he had little time to pity the damned when evil was surely afoot. Only a few dull embers still burned inside the wreckage, the majority of the fire having been already successfully extinguished by an immense pool of some thick, whitish liq- WATER. It had been mostly definitely extinguished by plain, ordinary water that contained no bodily fluids. Of this, he was certain. He was, after all, a priest. He knew what water looked like.

A sudden flood of light from the heretofore shuttered window drew his attention just quickly enough to see the nude form of the demon crouched menacingly – not to mention blasphemously – in the window. It shot him a glance over its shoulder, making absolutely no effort to cover its modesty in its haste to escape and likely sow evil and temptation elsewhere. As he opened his mouth to command it to halt, it threw itself out the window with unholy speed. Father Albertelli rushed to the window just in time to see the demon’s hideous wings unfurl and propel their owner into the sky. The priest slumped to the ground as he watched the beast escape. His mouth, shaking with holy indignation after his close encounter with the Spawn of Hell, uttered but a single sentence at the creature’s departure.

“Holy shit, it actually can fly.”

xxxxx

Lloyd stood stock still with his eyes clenched shut. Two possible explanations for his current predicament rolled around in his mind. The first was that he had just died, his life forcibly yanked through his dick by Allal. In this case, whatever greeted him when he opened his eyes was what he was going to see for the rest of eternity. The second was that he had once again been cheap and stupid, eaten moldy rye, and managed to give himself ergotism. In this case, he was very likely naked, covered in something brown he insisted was dirt, and alone in the middle of a forest, plain, or possibly even desert, depending on exactly how long it had been since he had his wits about him. Either prospect gave him little incentive to open his eyes.

While he lay on his death bed, he had imagined that an honorable life would have granted him salvation in death. It had only occurred to him as he had slowly regained “consciousness” that suicide by succubus had a pretty decent chance of being a rather weighty sin. Then again, this didn’t really feel like Hell. It didn’t exactly feel like heaven though, either. Perhaps he stood before the saints and angels, awaiting judgment? That seemed plausible, but that would mean that he had been standing in front of the choirs naked, with his eyes shut for…maybe fifteen minutes? That probably didn’t look good. Maybe if he stood there for a while longer, they would think he was asleep? Fuck. Lying to an angel was also bad. Is that really lying, though? He was, after all, awfully nervous, and-

“Holy shit, how long are you just going to stand there? The fuck are you trying to do, pretend to sleep standing up?”

His bluff had been a long shot, no doubt. However, instead of sinking at the revelation that he had been found out, his entire set of viscera had migrated to his throat. He knew that voice.

“Allal?”

“It’s a lot easier to tell if you open your eyes, you know.”

“I am not falling for your tricks, Saint Peter. I know your game. You can’t judge me if I can’t see you.”

Lloyd was reasonably sure that was in the Bible somewhere.

“I am not Saint Peter.”

“That sounds exactly like what Saint Peter would say. Keep your judgment away from me.”

The hard clack of hoof on stone filled the silence, stopping inches away from him.

“Would Saint Peter grab your dick?”

That seemed pretty unlikely, to be honest. Plus, he doubted Saint Peter had such feminine hands. That would have been terribly embarrassing. Still not entirely convinced he had not just fallen for a trap, Lloyd opened his eyes.

He was almost surprised when he saw a familiar angled, pale face set with glowing, inhuman eyes staring back at him. His gaze followed its natural path downwards, confirming the presence of salacious breasts, full hips, and a slender arm terminating in a relatively dainty (in comparison with Saint Peter) hand gently holding his flaccid shaft. That answered question number one.

Question number two was slightly more difficult. Rather than a literal hellscape composed predominantly of obsidian, bone, and flame, he found himself inside what was clearly a home. The walls were roughly hewn from some form of mildly ominous black volcanic stone, but the woven carpets and reasonably comfortable-looking benches and chairs were not consistent with his mental image of the Second Circle. Neither were the scattered pieces of decoration in the form of non-hideous statuettes and a hanging print that looked suspiciously like “Ritter, Tod und Teufel”. Maybe the Devil got royalties? Even disregarding the engraving-turned-print, not much was fitting together here.

“I am dead.”

“Yes.”

“This is Hell.”

“Also yes.”

“Truth be told, I am slightly disappointed.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s pretty terrible outside, but this is my home. You will be safe in here.”

“That brings me to my next question…”

“Why are you here? I took your soul when you died and brought you back with me. One of the conditions we agreed to in order to travel your world freely was to only feed on dying men. It was a pretty good deal for both us and the Church. We got to eat without being hunted and they got to limit our ‘corrupting influence’. We just failed to mention that when a succubus takes a life, she also takes a soul.”

Lloyd wanted to be surprised by her news, but nothing was particularly shocking at this point. There was still one lingering question, though.

“So what now?”

“Well, you’re dead. You can’t very well die again, no matter what I do to you or how often I do it. For the rest of eternity.”

She sank to her knees.

“Starting now.”

THE END