A Deal with a Devil Ch. 02

Their short peace was over. Tamaryst clenched her jaw shut and tried to buck Asiishma off of her, using the motion to twist her shoulders and nimbly free her left arm from the blankets that had been covering it. The demon's eyes widened as it rocked up with the motion, tightening its hold on her snared hand and bearing down more heavily in reply. She reached up to seize at the dark locks framing the succubus' head above her, but before she could finish the movement its unoccupied hand had intercepted her wrist, tightening harshly and forcing it down onto the bed to mirror her other captured arm. It gave a lewd, rolling grind of its hips against her stomach, staring down at her intently, and chided,

"You've already sold yourself away. It's really a good thing I like the spirit you seem so intent to brandish. Any other demon and you'd already be broken." It leaned down, wisps of dark hair brushing her cheek before its warm breath rushed over her face, lips pressing to her mouth with soft insistency. She breathed in as its tongue forced between her lips, mentally reeling at the sense of animalistic need that rose within. She twisted, but with her arms captured in its grip, her hips held down by its weight, and her legs snared by the tight blankets she could find no leverage to fight it. Asiishma deepened the kiss, tongue possessively forcing itself against hers, then pulling away to search her mouth. A few seconds later the demon broke the kiss, head pulling back to hover centimeters above hers, heated amber gaze searching her eyes. She swallowed, savoring the aftertaste of the kiss and forcing herself to try and focus.

Then it let her go. She blinked, dumfounded, hands curling and uncurling experimentally as Asiishma dipped its head lower, pressing a damp kiss to the hollow of her throat and then lightly biting her skin afterward. She shivered a little at the sensation, uncertainly cutting the tip of her tongue along the inside of her teeth. Being pinned down with trivial ease was demoralizing. Her hands were free now, but the uneasy knot in her chest made her pause. She didn't want to struggle pointlessly, to get further proof of her comparative weakness. Besides, warm lust was continuing to build in her chest, evoking a little shiver as the demon began to pull down the bedcovers in a bundle over her stomach. There was something about the succubus -in its scent or its saliva, she thought- that caused her need to heighten. She wasn't an overly sexual person, but something-

A jolt of pleasure shot through her body as Asiishma's tongue dragged across her right nipple, abolishing her thoughts. Its lips sealed around the nub as its tongue lashed back across twice more, and its left hand settled gently on her ribcage beneath her breasts, fingers gliding idly across her skin. She expelled her caught breath in an inarticulate moan, eyes fluttering. Its other hand slide upward, grazing her unattended breast gently. She drew in a shallow breath, but rather than stop the demon's limb carried on further, and came to rest gently atop her throat, palm spread so its fingers pressed against one side of her neck while its thumb pressed against the other. She tensed, waiting for the hand to tighten, but the constriction did not come. Instead Asiishma shifted its head, sharply nipping the side of her breast before teasing at her nipple again. Tamaryst tossed her head back against the pillow, shoulder blades bumping together as a groan tore from her chest. The way the demon masterful treatment made her feel like prey, and sharpened her desire more. As the demon's hand gently massaged at the muscles to either side of her neck, it brought its teeth to bear against the hardened nub atop her breast and bit down gently, eliciting a grudging whimper from the woman. Her hips churned back and forth where they were pinned beneath the succubus, and she felt trickles of moisture spread across her thighs.

Eventually the demon's hand playing against her ribs began to slide down, working beneath the blankets on her stomach to drag across her taut muscles. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt it reach her pubic mound, then twist past to drag slender digits across her lips. With a little more stretching, its palm ground firmly against her exposed clit to cause a sudden, violent jerk from the supine woman. Her hands curled into fists, one digging against the bedding while the other stretched out to press against the demon's shoulder to little effect. Abandoning her breast, it lithely swung its head up to press its lips against her cheek, and murmured as it ground is palm against her torturously,

"See, Ryst? There is no need to struggle. There is no use in it, either."

"Just... Finish," Tamaryst spat back, though the needy panting that accompanied the reply turned the words from combative to plaintive.

"No," the demon replied simply, causing her eyes to fly open in shock. It studied her smugly, eyes raking down her face to take in her slowly-undulating body, sweat lending a sheen to her muscled form. As it leaned back to settle more weight near its hips, forcing its palm against her clit a little harder, it smugly informed her,

"This isn't ending until you're begging, little hunter."

Her cheeks, already a little red from pleasure, flushed darker in contemplation at its words. She shook her head and opened her mouth, but before she could speak the succubus eased forward and pressed its lips to hers, tongue invading her mouth as its middle finger slowly curled to drag along the slit between her legs. She spasmed. The torment continued, its palm rhythmically gyrating against her clit as it broke the kiss to bite and lick its way back toward her breasts. After enduring for a short time she growled out a desperate noise, toes curling and twisting at the sheets and blankets pinning her legs down before biting out,

"Please!"

The demon's golden eyes flicked up, studying her as it kissed a damp circle around her left breast.

"Please... finish," she managed obliquely as she glared down at the demon, tongue flicking out to dampen her lips after the capitulation. The lust and pleasure wracking through her body were painfully chaotic by now, making threatening to scatter her entirely but always just out of reach. It was maddening.

Asiishma's silken laugh broke into her frayed thoughts, a proud little smile gracing the demon's lips before it hissed,

"Good girl!"

The succubus bit down on her nipple harshly after the praise, tongue flicking in a lazy circle around the trapped nub. Simultaneously its hand ground more intensely against her clitoris and two fingers thrust into her violently, sending her body convulsing. The roiling mass of unsatisfied need built up by her torment exploded all at once, whiting out her vision as a painfully hot wave of ecstasy radiated through her body from a point just beneath her navel. Her head craned back as her body arched harshly enough to nearly disoldge Asiishma, and her curled hand against the bed dug deep crescents into her palm as an overwhelmed cry broke from her lips and filled the wooden room. The demon was relentless, fingers sliding into and out of her forcefully, thumb taking the place of its palm in grinding against that sensitive spot as it bit and kissed at her breast, free hand lifting to claw painfully at one of her shoulders. Her orgasm came in waves, pushed higher by the persistent stimulation, to the point that she collapsed back on the bed limply before they had even begun to subside, her shouts and thrashes replaced by lip-biting and violent trembling.

Finally the demon granted her reprieve. It extricated its hand and firmly pressed its palm against her core, smugly staring down at her. After draping itself possessively over her body, Asiishma delivered a light kiss to one of the hunter's closed eyes and murmured,

"That's enough. I had planned to drag this out for you a little longer, but I think this shall be sufficient. You've performed splendidly, hunter."

Her jaw tightened and she forced her eyes open, swallowing. A moment after she managed to focus her gaze on the demon's golden eyes, it pulled its hand from between her legs, painting the glistening moisture covering it over one angry red mark on her shoulder before idly licking at her fingers. She swallowed again, eyes averting from an embarrassment she was too exhausted and sated to feel in much force. The demon smirked, hand drawn forward to smear the lingering moisture across her cheek liberally.

"Go to sleep, Ryst," the demon bid. "We'll be travelling a long way tomorrow."

Cheeks burning, she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid Asiishma's gaze more than to obey her, but the sore exhaustion permeating her body caused her senses to fuzz soon thereafter. The succubus settled against her more comfortably, naked body pliant against hers, and sleep came.