A Bit of a Demon

Madeleine couldn't move, could barely breathe. Her orgasm had slowly faded and she'd stopped shaking: now she was trying to pull herself together; the sensible part of her was saying 'enough, now go to sleep', the part of her that wanted to make up for missed sex was saying 'more please', either way she needed to get off Bas who, with her scaley skin, was not the most comfortable of places to lie, but first, somewhat reluctantly, she needed to get what was still a good length of Bas's tail out of her arse.

Then Bas decided to help.

And it was an extraordinary feeling as the muscular scaled length and bulbous tip slowly withdrew from her body until, with a groan, the final thickness slipped out leaving her with a real feeling of emptiness. Then, with another groan, she pulled herself free from Bas's still hard shaft and slid sideways onto her back. "I guess that really is using what you've got." She mumbled.

Bas rolled over to crouch over Madeleine who reached up to stroke her cheek.

"Five thousand years." She mused. "And not a wrinkle in sight." She giggled. "What do you use? You could make a fortune."

Bas growled. "A regular diet of young people." And she touched her teeth to the soft flesh of Madeleine's breast, pressed just a little.

Madeleine shivered and her breath caught in her throat. "Oh wow. That is so scary," She shivered again. "and yet so sexy." She paused for a moment as Bas bit a tiny fraction more. "Have you ever actually......"

Bas sat back. "Bitten someone?" She pondered her answer. "Do you really want to know?"

Madeleine looked at Bas and thought about it. "Hmmmm. No, I don't think I do."

Bas wriggled down Madeleine's body. "Anyway, I think it's time I impregnated you."

Madeleine's eyes widened. "Can you do that?"

Bas chuckled. "Sorry, poor joke, no I can't."

"Hmmm, probably a good thing. Not sure we could cope with five thousand years worth of your offspring running around." Her eyes flicked up to the ceiling. "Oh gosh. I wonder how many that would be."

And then she completely forgot the question as Bas lifted her legs, pressed her thighs back against her chest and squirrelled her long, dancing tongue through her still stretched sphincter.

'Nnnngggg ohgodohgodohgod.' Gasped Madeleine: it was such a strange feeling to have that long, thin tongue squirming so far up inside her that her uncontrollable shaking immediately started all over again.

But Bas hadn't finished there.

Madeleine was right on the cusp when Bas suddenly switched her attentions; pulling out and sliding straight into her pussy.

"Ohhhh yessss." She groaned, pulled her knees tighter to her chest and shivered as Bas delved into the deepest crevices. Her tongue teased and writhed along the sensitive walls then, worst, or best, of all, tickled against her cervix, it was the most deliciously maddeningly excruciatingly exquisite feeling Madeleine had ever had. She couldn't stand it and yet wanted it to go on and on.

She was writhing and groaning, trying to push Bas's face against her, trying to hold herself in just the right place: trying anything to get more.

And then she came.

Completely without warning it crashed through her, and with such force that her convulsion twisted her away from Bas.

And left her curled in a tight quivering, twitching, crying ball.

With Bas sitting back watching as she went through the throes of an intense orgasm.

It was probably the most intense orgasm she had ever had, but even that eventually began to subside and left her splayed on her back, exhausted.

But Bas still hadn't finished. She needed something for herself.

She crawled towards her. Pressed Madeleine's thighs wide and, before she knew what was happening, slid her throbbing cock deep into her pussy.

Madeleine gasped and arched up onto her shoulders as Bas leant over her and began a long deep fucking, both their bodies shuddering with each smack of groin against groin.

She watched Bas's face with fascinated, a fascination tinged with fear. With her mouth open her fangs were in full view and her tongue was flicking and dancing like that of a snake. For the first time she looked terrifying.

She really was being fucked by, to just about anyone's eyes, a demon. Bas genuinely didn't seem to know what she was, but she sure looked like a demon: with those horns, gleaming red eyes and all the other 'things' demons were supposed to have. And demons weren't supposed to be nice or good they were supposed to be nasty and horrible. But even so, even though she did now look terrifying, Madeleine couldn't help but like her: she was funny and articulate and, she had to admit, strangely attractive in a......well, in a demonic sort of way. She also had to admit that this whole thing was weirdly exciting, bestial even.

But Madeleine was starting to lose track of those thoughts. Bas didn't stop, she was fucking her with complete abandon; grinding and twisting, one minute really pounding her, the next soft slow slides in and out. And, even though she'd only just had one of the best orgasms of her life her pussy was really beginning to tingle.

She wrapped her thighs around Bas's waist and pulled her in, urged her on. She slid fingers into her hair, pulled her horned head down and searched for that writhing snake's tongue with her lips. Found it and sucked it into her mouth then kissed her, felt the sharp points of fangs against her lip.

Bas groaned into her mouth and Madeleine stared into the depths of those flaming eyes.

Bas's assault intensified, the scales on her hips scratching across Madeleine's thighs as she continued to grind as deep as she could get, the tip of her cock bouncing off Madeleine's cervix.

Now Bas growled as her thrusts shifted back to long and hard, she groaned again and Madeleine felt Bas's cock swell just as she nipped the inside of Madeleine's lip.

Madeleine tasted blood.

She spasmed.

And Bas, with a deep rumbling growl, came.

She slammed hard against Madeleine and sent a thick pulse into her, she pulled back then slammed forward again sending another into Madeleine's quivering pussy. And then another and another in a seemingly endless stream of thick cum.

Until Madeleine, in the throes of her own orgasm, felt it seeping out around Bas's shaft to dribble down over her bum.

And, as her own climax, far less intense than the previous one, subsided, Madeleine stroked the back of Bas's head as she shuddered through the vestiges of her own orgasm.

Until she shivered and pushed herself up to arms length, her hair hanging down either side of her face. Then, with a perfectly normal tongue, licked the blood off Madeleine's lip. "Sorry about that."

Madeleine smiled nervously. "That's ok."

Bas smiled, no sign of the fangs now. "There's no need to be nervous Madeleine." she growled playfully. "I'm really am not going to eat you."

Madeleine, still a little nervous, smiled back and Bas rolled off her.

She peered down at the four crescent shaped indentations on her bum, she'd felt those going in.

"Oops sorry again, was I a little rough?"

Madeleine, suddenly feeling much more relaxed, laughed. "That sounds so funny coming from someone who looks like you."

Bas chuckled, "I guess it must. Still, I am sorry."

Madeleine smiled. "It's ok, honestly." Then she grinned. "You're a pretty good fuck Bas, I guess it's what five thousand years of practice gets you."

Bas laughed then smiled reflectively. "I guess it does." Then she gave Madeleine a mental nudge.

And Madeleine's eyes began to droop and a wave of tiredness swept through her. She mumbled, "Mmmm, tired, think I'll go to sleep now." curled up next to Bas and slipped into a deep sleep.

While Bas settled back against the headboard and, as dawn began to lighten the room, pondered the question that had gnawed at her for those five millennia: who, or what, was she?