Cemetery Summons Ch. 29

His own arousal was going through the roof. He was having trouble keeping his fingers inside her instead of tracing every smooth contour of her body, every dip and curve on her form. She was new to him. Anathane's regular body wasn't quite like this. While this Anathane had more muscle, she also had wider hips and her areolas were puffier when she was horny.

Jack growled in the back of his throat as he came level with her breast. Oh, he loved Anathane's breasts almost as much as he loved Elassa's. Anathane had a huge pair of soft mounds on her chest, and Jack often made these the target of his love for her when they were alone. He snaked his arm around the small of her back and her boobs bounced up and down and rippled enticingly.

Jack noticed the camera catching everything, so he turned his head to it, winked, and then latched onto Anathane's tit hard. She let out a long, pleased moan and Jack slowed the strokes of his fingers to match the pace of his suckling. The sexy bronze demon began to pant.

"Enjoying this?" Jack asked as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

"Get thirsty," was all she said, and locked her knees together, trapping his hand between her thighs with force enough to crush bones. Jack bit down on her pert nipple and she arched her back against him like a gymnast. Her breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps.

Jack continued to nibble and suckle her breast until he was rewarded. With a quivering moan, the demon threw her arms around Jack and sat straight up in an instant. Her entire body shuddered terribly and Jack's mouth filled with a warm, sweet liquid and he gulped it down without hesitance. Anathane held him, trembling, for a long while as she rode out an orgasm that accompanied her lactation.

Soon, the sheets beneath her were soaked with her cum and her body shone with perspiration and exertion. Jack pulled away from her breast with a wet 'smack' and saw her red, swollen areola prickle with a sudden chill. He blew lightly on the wet, weeping flesh and Anathane shivered.

"So, how was that? Still think you're not enough a woman to be pleased?" asked the incubus, his fingers retracting from her body. He traced a wet path up the center of her body while she heaved breaths in and out of her lungs and rested against his chest tiredly. He embraced her while she caught her breath for a few moments.

Jack shivered at a sudden change in temperature.

"Es wird kalt," remarked one of the cameramen, rubbing his arms.

"Anathane," whispered Jack. "You can't do that here. They'll find out."

She whispered, "Get thirsty again." And before Jack could tell what was going on, she kissed him hard on the lips and vomited pure, raw energy into his mouth and down his throat. Jack remembered what happened the last time they did this. He had woken up with Anathane's tentacles entangled all around him, a bruised head, and sore body all over. He needed to get rid of this energy quick.

When she was done, she pulled away and Jack felt the energy starting to permeate his being. The air was electric with his lust and hers. He pulled her into his lap and buried his head in her chest.

"This is gonna be all over the place," Jack said as he slammed into her wanting core with all the force his hips had. It was like a thundercrack from the heavens proclaiming the great deed of a hero. Anathane raked her nails up his back and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Again..." she breathed desperately, clawing at him to pull his body harder against hers. Jack obliged, rearing back and slamming into her again. Anathane jolted and pushed down against him. Jack couldn't believe how good she felt.

He hadn't had sex with Anathane in a whole week. And though he'd fucked both Niaf and Fain within the hour, he was eager for more again and even more fiery than before. She was ready for a marathon with him, which he could now effectively go through with her.

'You two okay in there? I can feel that all the way in here,' Anathane said mentally.

'We're fine. However, this is gonna take a while,' Jack replied. He started to hammer away at Anathane's body without pause, and she bucked herself against him at her own rhythm. At first, they couldn't hit right and it felt awkward, but they soon found a pace they both enjoyed. They bucked and jerked and smacked in unison and showed no signs of stopping soon.

Jack felt her chest sliding up and down his body, so big and squishy in contrast to his flat, muscular chest. She was so pliable and fun to touch that Jack couldn't find a way to keep his hands still. They roved all over her body, pinching and squeezing every soft and firm part of her. She just hugged him for dear life and rode him hard.

Jack felt the room becoming filled with the cloying, heavy stench of sex and found it making the air thick. He kissed her neck and gave her a hickey when her hands slipped on his back. She quickly replaced them and tightened her grip on him. Her pussy tightened in preparation for a second orgasm. Jack grabbed her wide hips with both hands and put his mouth to her ear.

"Are you about to cum? Is that cute little pussy of yours about to get me wet and sticky like you?"

"Y-Yes," she panted unevenly. Her breath hitched as he slowly penetrated her and they ground to a halt. A chill ran up Jack's spine as his cock told him to move by throbbing harder.

"If you wanna cum, then you have to ask me for it. Let me be in control now, just let your mind wander and tell me when you want to cum."

"Okay." She was still breathless and ready.

Jack ground their hips together in an agonizingly slow and stimulating way. Every nerve in his throbbing hard-on screamed at him to hurry up and get to an orgasm, but he knew better than to listen to his little head when it came to taking it slow. He always thought it was sexier to hear her breathing right before she was going to cum. Anathane's was jagged and labored, hitching with every little motion Jack's hips made.

The incubus grit his teeth and clenched his jaw shut while he slowly rolled his pelvis with hers. Anathane was biting her bottom lip and squeezing Jack's body like he was going to stop if she didn't try to crush him to death. Her breasts were flattened against him and her thighs clamped around his legs like a steel trap. Her trembling body was about to climax. Jack just hoped that he could get her to cum first.

He was really close himself, and having to take it slow to draw it out was really trying his self-restraint. He was past the point of no return, where he could edge, stop, and cool down to prolong the experience. He was just going to have to bear it like a trooper and hope he had more endurance than she did.

Anathane's voice broke as she tried to whisper something to him, just as Jack was nearing the limit of his control. He was holding back what felt like Noah's flood in his loins, and his shaft was already filling with cum. It was just a matter of seconds before he was done for.

"I wanna...cum," Anathane whispered hoarsely.

"You can cum now," Jack replied, suddenly forcing the rest of his rigid arousal into her and she screamed into the crook of his neck. Her orgasm was more powerful than Jack had expected, and she rode it out while he pumped her full of cum. Jack felt his head beginning to feel heavy again, and tried to shake off the sudden urge to lie down and sleep. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts.

Against him was not the shy woman he had seen in a thin cotton dress, looking up at him with embarrassed cheeks and anxious eyes. Now, she was much the manifestation of lust and carnal desire that he had come to associate with his only demon lover. She sat up, arms hanging limply beside her. Long tresses of teal hair spilled over her shoulders and hung behind her like a neon waterfall.

"I want more," she moaned, raising a hand to Jack's shoulder. "I want to cum again."

"You will. Jeeze, Anathane should have told me you were such a tough nut to crack." He turned to the nearest onlooker. "Is there a shower anywhere in here that we can use?" One of the bystanders, taking notes on a clipboard, pointed to the doorway to the left of the bed. Jack pulled out of Anathane and she reluctantly got off the bed.

She went on ahead of him and started the shower before he walked through the door. The cameraman on the far wall had to unlock his tripod and Jack waited at the doorway while everything was being moved.

"Jack, hurry up!" Anathane whined.

The incubus couldn't help but grin at the camera. "Some girl, huh?" he said as he walked into the bathroom. In the shower, Anathane was waiting for him impatiently. She had taken it upon herself to start running the water, and it was nice and warm by the time Jack stepped into it with her.

She leaned forward and put her hands against the wall, spreading her legs and wagging her backside at him. She looked back and smiled, her wet hair sticking to her back and shoulders. Jack strode forward and ran two fingers up the length of her spine, stopping with his cock just inches from her face.

"You're ready for more? I was hoping we'd get to soap up and have some fun first, but if you insist..." Jack pulled her up and turned her to face him. Then he pressed her to the wall, hoisting her up by the thighs. She got the general idea and put her legs around his waist, locking them together. He pushed into her completely and she let out a low purr in approval.

They got back into a smooth rhythm and Jack adjusted his grip on her to free up one of his hands. He reached up and grabbed a bottle of body oil and poured a bit into her hand. She started to rub it all over her chest, and Jack helped her spread it, especially around her nipples.

She shone like a true goddess now, and Jack's thrusts became harder and faster at the sexy sight. He fondled each of her breasts in intervals, flicking his thumb over her nipples and pinching her to get the last remnants of her lactation from earlier out. She took it all with a reddening face and thicker, harder panting.

Jack could see her eyes beginning to lose the luster of passion and take on the dull sheen of a third orgasm. He wondered briefly if he'd be able to see her face go completely blank this time. Anathane usually didn't give him that, but sometimes he managed to pull it out of her for a few seconds. He smiled as he remembered what really turned her on.

She arched her back sharply as he yanked her down hard, rocking her against him at an odd angle to hit some of the points inside her body that were more difficult to get to. She scrabbled at the wall with her fingers to find a handhold to squeeze. The only thing near enough for her to hold onto was Jack, so she opted to simply hold him again and ride out the eminent orgasm with her front tightly pressed to his again.

Their tempo slowed as Anathane's strength wore down, and Jack felt his thighs starting to burn with exertion. His lower back was sore from carrying her too. As big as she was, she was also ridiculously heavy. Holding her wasn't something Jack had to do often, and he had forgotten that it was going to hurt tomorrow morning to even sit up. Looking at her face though, and feeling that he was going to catch her O-face, spurred him on.

She suddenly unlocked her legs from around his waist and flexed them out to her toes. She pulled them together and her body rose from Jack's, the height different between them become rather apparent now that she was standing at her full height. Jack took a step back and Anathane whined at the loss.

"Jack!"

"Hold on. Turn around for a sec." Jack made a motion for her to turn, and she obediently did, standing on her tip-toes in anticipation. Jack just folded his arms and rapped his fingers on his arm before she looked back and complained. Jack looked down at his throbbing arousal, standing straight up and staring at Anathane's dripping, steamy cunt...ten inches away.

"Come on!" the muscular demon whined, flexing her strong legs down to her toes.

"Any day now, Anathane," he replied. When she just started drumming her fists on the wall, Jack grabbed her hips and moved her feet apart until her sex was level with Jack's. The incubus grinned and spread his wife's swollen labia with two fingers, placing his cockhead against her heat. She moaned at even the slightest touch from him.

"Please!"

"You have to beg me for it."

"Please!"

"You're gonna have to do better than that..."

She gave him the most pleading expression he had ever seen. "Incomplete boy, I want you inside me. Make me whole." She sounded so sincere and desperate that Jack couldn't help but pull her down. Anathane ground herself all the way down to the base of his cock and he held her there for several long seconds.

He adjusted her so she was pressed entirely against the wall and he was keeping her there. He saw her breasts squashed flat against the wall and it made him want to cum right there. They looked twice as big as they usually did without her modifying her body for him, and it was always extremely arousing.

He restarted the grind between them and she backed herself into him hard, trying to dislodge her body from between him and the wall for a more agreeable position. Jack would have none of it, and kept her legs spread and her hips to the wall.

Jack took a good long look at every muscle in her back, shifting and trying to pry her loose with ferocious effort. However, she was more keen to smacking herself against him rather than removing him. Water washed down her body and gave her a sexy, supermodel shine. Jack's hands wandered up her body and eventually found themselves clutching her breasts. The incubus squeezed her tits playfully, earning him a frenzied series of gyrations against him. She broke the rocking motion they had built up in favor of pure, uncontrolled stimulation.

He coaxed her to listen to him while she bucked her hips in a frenzy, raking her nails along the tiles she was pressed against. He leaned close to her and pressed his lips to her ear with a gentle, loving kiss. He nibbled on her earlobe teasingly and growled sweet nothings in a soft, hypnotic tone. She giggled through her moans.

"Anathane doesn't usually give me something you're about to, so I think it's special enough for me to play a cheap card."

"What's that?" Anathane questioned, body writhing as another climax approached.

"I love you, Anathane."

He pulled the shower door closed as every muscle in her face went slack. Jack pounded into her a few more times and then filled her core with what she always referred to as a 'dose of demon love' and rode out his orgasm with decreasing intensity. He let his arms fall from her chest to her waist and relaxed a little against her slowly recovering form. Jack contacted Anathane in the other room mentally, though he was smirking deeply as if she were in the same room too.

'Greatest. O-face. Ever.'

'Oh! You sneaky cunt,' Anathane replied with a huff. Jack couldn't help but laugh as the woman in his arms returned to her senses and the shower door was opened. He turned to the cameraman and smiled proudly.

"Sorry guys, but that one's just for me."

"And so is this," Anathane replied, spreading her lower lips with both hands. "Care for another go?" She wiggled her hips so Jack's erection, still seated completely within her, was assaulted with more sexual stimulation than he cared to have during his sensitive post-orgasm moments. He pulled out of her and turned the water off.

"God, I'd love to, but this makes the second round and fourth shot today. I'm pooped. All I've had to eat today is some bread and butter...and of course some milk. Which was tasty as always," Jack cooed, kissing Anathane on the neck as he rubbed his cock against the smooth curve of her ass.

"Are you sure?" She rubbed herself against him.

"Yes. Let's just see how this turned out, alright?"

"But you're ready again, right? Are you very sure?" She backed down onto him, slowly pushing his length into her body. Jack groaned and held her tightly, even as he tried to pull away with his hips. It was no use. She just kept lowering herself into him and he finally gave up when he was resting completely inside of her.

When she had him, she let out a sigh and smiled back at him. "She taught me that anal was one of the most satisfying and pleasurable experiences that I could go through. Could you rethink your decision, just for me? Pretty please?"

"Anathane, you know I'd love to do it, but I don't want to be in front of a camera anymore. I like our tender moments to be...well, just ours. You know?"

She pulled her legs together and her body rose quickly from him to stand up again. "Fine," she sighed. She spun around and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I won't be able to see you for a while, so I want you to know that you've given me more material to work with than anyone else in my entire life. I love you, Jack."

"And I love you too, Anathane."

There was an awkward pause where Jack glanced over at the cameraman, but the video didn't stop filming. Anathane just reached down and started playing with her clitoris absentmindedly.

"Is it over?" asked the cameraman outside.

"Yeah," Jack replied. "We're done. I think this might be my first and only film debut."

"What? But that was so good incomplete boy!" Anathane said from the doorway ahead. "You're a natural!" She reached out and pulled him to her scantily-clad body and petted his head lovingly.

"I can't say what I want to say when it's on camera. Those words are for your ears only."

"Aw! That's so sweet!" Anathane cooed. "I think he deserves a little treat, don't you, Heart?"

"He said he didn't want one, but if you say he does..." Heart pressed her body against him from behind and the two demons sandwiched him between them. Jack only just managed to squeeze out from between them and get back into the bedroom before they could grab him.

In the bedroom, he grabbed his clothes and the twin demons tried to undress him as he was pulling his shirt back on. He fought Anathane for his boxers, and Hear for his shirt, both battles nearly impossible to win. As best he tried, he was soon naked again and they had him cornered to a bed.

"Have mercy," Jack pleaded, Anathane's foot against his chest. "Can't you let me go just this once?"

"And what makes you think that face will work on me now if it hasn't worked before? Hmmm?" She slid her foot up his chest and wiggled her toes on his chin. He took her foot and started sucking on her toes one by one.

"Because I'm really sorry for not paying enough attention to my wife, and I love and worship her like I do my other wives and I won't favor anyone over anyone else unless I'm with her, in which case I'll love and pamper her like she's the only other person in my life."

Anathane took her foot from him and smiled broadly. "Good boy. Now let's go home. I think Heart's way past due to get home. They're probably working a dozen of the girls to the bone at this point."

"But I want to see it," Heart said, looking longingly at the video camera that held the full recording all the way through the shower scene. Anathane smiled and took the camera from her coworker with a smile, starting the video from the beginning. Both cameramen moved to see it, and Anathane called Gustav in with her boss and a few other people. At this point, they gave up trying to get everyone close enough to see it, and moved into another room with a projector. They hooked the camera up to the projector and the video played across a large white wall for everyone to see.

Jack immediately turned red as he began to watch, and put his face in his hands to avoid it all. Anathane just reached around him and pulled his naked body into her lap.

"I'll give you your clothes back after this movie is over. Oh, look! Your butt is so cute Jack!" she teased, tilting Jack's head up so he could see. He flushed even darker red when he heard himself say 'now if we could do away with these...' and hid his face in Anathane's bosom.