Drummer Boy - Back Into Hell Ch. 03

"Grand Wing Mother Zuli," Jason/Anali said.

Granny closed her thighs around Jason's face, and he abruptly had his mouth full of warm, gooey pussy.

"Again," Granny demanded.

It was hard to talk with his mouth full, but when your Lady commands...

"Gan Meem Mubba Juli," Jason said.

"Louder!" Granny said.

It was at this point that Granny/Zuli really started letting Jason/Anali really have it. She ground all that delicious demon pussy so hard into his face, it felt like she was trying to wear his nose off. Vaginal juices smeared his face, and the hot cinnamon taste spread throughout his mouth as he lapped out the words.

"Ga Me Mudda Duli!"

"Scream my name!" Granny/Zuli said. "Beg for my mercy, knowing I shall give none!"

And Jason/Anali did. As his voice became even less intelligible he practically yelled the name of Grand Wing Mother Zuli into the cunt that assaulted his face, and he assaulted right back, lips and tongue and jaw and nose all working together to smear saliva and pussy juices all around, and over and inside the muscular vulva and soft labia and the firm, trembling clitoris that became his whole world.

Stunned by Granny/Zuli's ferocity, Jason/Anali nonetheless wanted more. While he screamed Zuli's name (and don't forget the title; you gotta say the whole thing), he reached up to grab the full, fleshy cheeks of Granny/Zuli's ass, feeling his ghostly counterpart do the same. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her harder toward his face, as if wishing to enter the wonderful cunt rather than merely dally near the surface.

Granny/Zuli panted ecstatically. "Tramp!" she said. "Delicious wench! Please your Lady! Take the majestic ... offering of her ... holy treasure!"

Jason could somehow feel the ghostly Zuli reach down and grab rough handfuls of Anali's phantom breasts. She kneaded those enormous juggs with abandon, further inflaming her own desire. Jason's phantom pussy became hot and moist from the rough play.

"Sweet, defiant Anali!" Granny screamed. "It is time! Brace yourself ... uhh! ... prepare ... ahh! ... your atonement, it comes ... your Lady, oh bliss ... your Lady comes!"

Jason/Anali dug his fingers deep into Granny/Zuli's ass cheeks, and Granny/Zuli squeezed her thighs mightily. It felt like his head was going to pop, but he kept right on licking and calling her name as Granny/Zuli orgasmed right into his face.

Warm juices oozed from Granny/Zuli's spasming pussy. Jason/Anali atoned dutifully, lapping eagerly, even while continuing to pleasure her with his mouth and his hands.

Granny/Zuli spread and clenched her thighs repeatedly around Jason/Anali's head, pulling and squeezing the increasingly tender ghost flesh of his breasts, as if trying to pop the oversized bosoms outright.

At last, Granny/Zuli's spasms slowed, and her breathing became almost even. She backed her hips down Jason/Anali's body, slickening Anali's fantastic and bruised breasts with her silky vaginal juices in the process.

She was now straddling Jason/Anali's belly again, staring wordlessly and admiringly down at him. She held Anali's breasts together, firmly in the cleft of her crotch, stroking her thumbs lightly over her nipples, eliciting gentle squirms from Jason/Anali.

Jason/Anali, face smeared and glistening with pussy juice, spoke. "Have I atoned properly, Grand Wing Mother?" they said. "Is my Lady pleased?"

"Aye, Defender Anali," Granny/Zuli said. "Your sins have been washed clean. Quite thoroughly, my love."

Jason/Anali looked up at Granny/Zuli, at her breasts, and saw glinting droplets around the protruding, wine-dark nipples there.

"My Lady, my love," Jason/Anali said, "you are expressing."

Granny/Zuli looked down at her bosom. "Aye, indeed I am, dearest."

"Have you not already expressed this day?" said Jason/Anali.

"Aye, yet..." Granny/Zuli said. "It must be the lingering heat of atonement."

"But your nectar!" Jason/Anali said slyly. "Surely we must not waste this bounty."

"But it is not your place!" Zuli said. "Expression is a magister's duty, or a breeder's!"

"I serve my Lady in all things," Anali said.

Anali cupped Zuli's enormous breasts with hands that weren't even close to being able to fully contain them. She gave them a gentle downward squeeze, producing a stream of warm milk that squirted close to, but not quite into Anali's mouth. Zuli closed her eyes and sighed in contended delight.

"I shall do what is needed, for my Lady," Anali said. "I will express your nectar, to bring you relief."

"Aye," Zuli said breathlessly, "for the good of the Wings, and of the Aerie, and for Great Electra herself!"

"My Lady," Anali said, "what we do now is not for the Great Wing, far away in the distant halls of her darkling antipode."

Anali brought her wings up from behind her, and used them to nudge Zuli up and away from her. Curious, Zuli obliged, allowing herself to be pushed down with her back flat on the stone floor.

"What we do now," Anali said, "belongs solely to us."

Anali knelt down, astraddle Zuli's abdomen. Between her spread-wide thighs were Zuli's crimson breasts. Zuli possessed wide, brick-red areolae that covered a considerable area of her expansive breasts, but her nipples themselves were surprisingly small. Tiny pinpricks of white milk surrounded each nipple, like alabaster sweat.

Anali gave her thighs a gentle shimmy, and Zuli's breasts began a slow undulation, waves of breast flesh rippling with the motion. Zuli moaned enticingly.

Through the overlay of Anali's ghostly presence, Jason could feel the sheer fulsome pleasure of Granny's tremendous breasts buffeting his eager cock in warm softness. But eager as he was, it seemed as though Anali was fully in control now.

"I treasure you above all, my Lady," Anali said.

"Above e'en Electra herself?" Zuli said.

"Speak no more of the Regent," Anali said. "To serve you, Grand Wing Mother, is my greatest duty, as well as my greatest pleasure."

"Oh, Anali..." Zuli moaned. "Such blasphemy... there can be no higher praise..."

Anali caressed Zuli's breasts gently, in the process massaging Granny's grand bosom ever more thoroughly around Jason's dick. Jason had no choice but to strap in and love it.

"My love, I feel as if I shall burst," Zuli purred. "Will you aid your Wing Mother?"

"Aye, my Lady," Anali said. "Though the task be almost too great to bear!"

Another shimmy, more ripples, another sigh from Zuli.

"But bear it I shall!" Anali said.

Anali placed her hands on the upper slopes of Zuli's breasts. She moved her hands down the breasts, all the way to the nipples, squeezing the flesh firmly with her palms and fingers as she did so. This elicited many pleasured moans from Zuli.

"Does this give you relief, my wonton holiness?" Anali said, more saucily than before. Zuli's answer was a soft whimper, and Anali repeated the process, just a touch more forcefully.

"How many, I wonder," Anali mused, "have longed for these exquisite bosoms? Hatchlings, suckling to become mighty by their nectar ... human beasts extinguished by their mere touch ... the hands of our beautiful sisters, your breeders and magisters, striving to bring forth even a drop of their vitality for their elixirs ..."

Large droplets of milk began to drip from Zuli's nipples. Anali increased the stimulation, simultaneously bouncing Zuli's great big breasts against her thighs. The conceit that this was just about "expression" was rapidly falling away. Zuli knew it too, now moaning in a very un-regal way.

"Of the Grand Wing Mother's breasts ... oh!" Zuli said, "...much is ... ahhh ... demanded ..."

"The breasts of a Grand Wing Mother," Anali said. "Full of power, they be, granting such strength. But also exquisitely desirable. Beautiful, and sensual. Such a bosom deserves to be fully appreciated, in all ways!"

"Anali!" Zuli moaned. "Quench thy shameful words!"

"Nay, my love," Anali said. "For these are not my thoughts alone! Many of our sisters share them. Very many, as your mighty mind well knows..."

Anali's continued squeezing with her hands and kneading between her thighs caused Zuli's milk to flow freely, producing larger droplets that coursed in glistening rivulets down Zuli's mountainous breasts.

"I have felt ... felt the desire..." Zuli admitted. "Such shameful thoughts ... fit only for beasts ..."

"Then I shall be bestial!" Anali said. "I shall take bestial delight with my love's beautiful, powerful bosom! I shall slake my lust, and my thirst as well, upon the breasts of my Grand Wing Mother, my love, my exquisite Zuli!"

Gripping Zuli's tits with her hands, Anali pressed them together tightly, and began to rudely hump them with her thighs, labia and clitoris rubbing against the full, tender flesh.

"And you, my love," Anali commanded, "shall grant my beastliness!"

Anali started humping Zuli's tits in earnest. Her vision became tunneled. The whole world was reduced down to Zuli's breasts, billowing and rippling between her thighs, milk everywhere, sometimes in dewy droplets that coalesced into the dripping river of Zuli's shifting cleavage, often in milky streams jetting about, and the beautiful face of her lover, lost in the rapture of pleasing and being pleased by the rough admiration of the only woman she had ever desired in such a manner.

Jason was similarly enraptured. He could feel the jets of hot milk spraying his face, coating his chest and dripping all down his body. So much milk ... his jaw hung open in amazement, and he inadvertently swallowed several mouthfuls of the stuff. It was delicious: warm and sweet and strongly intoxicating. He had no choice but to gulp it down, but even if he could have stopped, he wouldn't have.

That was when he noticed that, around them, there were several more ghostly shapes. Dozens, hundreds maybe. Wings upon Wings upon Wings, and they were, to the last, engaged in similar acts of lustful pleasure. They humped, and fingered, and licked and lapped at each other. Mostly in pairs, often in trios, and quite a few in even greater numbers. Some were forceful and frenetic, others made love with gentle grace. Some were airborne, some were bound by ropes and leather straps, and there were a variety of positions that boggled Jason's mind. There were so many that their trysting outlines overlapped each other.

He could even make out the sounds of their lovemaking, though only faintly. It all ran together in a constant combined din, a background static composed of moans, yelps, squeals of pleasure and of pain, pleadings and feigned protestations, appeals for release, and more excellently-worded sexual banter than Jason could ever hope to come up with.

A squeal from his own throat, and furious flurrying of wingbeats brought Jason back to the present. Anali's loins were a-quaking, and her body was growing increasingly hotter. Sparks surrounded her vision, framing the object of her lustful focus in dancing yellow electricity.

"You are dripping, my sweet," Zuli teased. "Awash in my juices ... bathed in my nectar. Will you yield, my dear Defender?"

Anali was still humping Zuli's tremendous breasts like mad. She'd experienced several orgasms already, but a big one was coming, and they could both feel it.

"Never, my Lady!" Anali shouted. "I want ... you ... MORE!"

"Do not 'want', dear Anali," Zuli said, "Take! Take your desire! Take your desire upon me!"

By this time, Anali had given any pretense of squeezing out milk, and was just slapping Zuli's tits into her thighs, and then pummeling them back upward into her hands with her pussy. Milk was still flying all over the place, and Anali was so close to...

Zuli reached up with her hands, dug her sharp fingernails into Anali's areolae, and using that grip slammed Anali's tits together with a great slap.

"You are a beast!" Zuli yelped. "You are a beast and you must atone for your sins! Spill your essence, beast! Bless your true goddess, and she shall wash you clean of sin!"

Anali fucking lost it. She came hard, and loudly. She let out a sustained howl, lasting so long that milk filled her throat, turning the sound into a plaintive, burbling wail.

Anali's spasming thighs made Zuli's boobs jerk magnificently, as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. Several thoughtless, animalistic orgasms ensued, through which Jason could feel Zuli's probing, voyeuristic thoughts, joined with Anali's, coming mentally as well as physically.

Jason's cock, excited to a phenomenal hardness by the singular sensations of Granny's vast pillowy juggs, slickened by precum and Granny's own freely flowing milk, thrust powerfully and repeatedly into the never-ending cleavage surrounding his dick.

He never wanted it to end. But Granny's tits were so big. So warm and soft, and so very, very slippery as they hugged tightly around his pistoning rod. Each time he saw his head pop free from her cleavage, only to be sheathed again in the valley of her enormous pleasure mounds, he prayed for just a few more seconds of this immersive, transcendent...

Jason went off, and it felt like a detonation in slow-motion. Thick loads of cum blasted onto Granny's face and neck, coating her features with a thick, glistening spunky glaze. Milky jets of semen jetted into her hair, turning her raven-and-violet tresses into a sodden mess. Even more jizz spurted onto her outstretched wings, leaving gooey, shallow puddles on their dusky leather. Jason grunted and howled like an animal, still thrusting his dick between Granny's big, oh-so-fuckable funbags.

Granny eagerly lapped at his jizz as it streamed toward her face, sometimes catching it on her licking tongue, sometimes directly in her mouth.

Jason's cock remained willingly trapped in the heaven of Granny's cleavage, popping free only to unload another fat load of jism, before retreating to the incredible, jiggling rapture of her obliging fuck-pillows.

After a long time, Jason realized that his voice had grown hoarse with overuse, and he could no more than croak out his moans. He was spent: emotionally, physically, and sexually. He could sense that Anali felt the same. She babbled nonsense syllables, huffing in between, while tenderly stroking the monumental breasts resting between her thighs, spreading the combined milk, sweat and pussy juices across their vast expanse.

Anali and Zuli stared into each other's eyes, and the electric fire returned. Their minds locked together then, and then...

Jason could feel it. Though they played the roles they needed to in public, they were bound to each other in love. A love built on mutual respect, lust, camaraderie, understanding, and the desire to help the other grow, no matter what the circumstances. This encounter was only one aspect of that love, but they relished it as much as all the other experiences of their shared lives together. This was how their love felt. Feeling this, Jason damned near started weeping.

"Have I atoned, Grand Mother?" Anali finally said. "Have my sins been cleansed?"

Zuli smiled, slyly. "Almost, my love," she said. "Bring closer your holy reach. I would savor yet more of your nectar."

"Oh, aye, my Lady!" Anali said. "Your Defender eagerly complies."

Anali lifted her butt off of Zuli's abdomen, and proceeded to kneel down onto Zuli's face. Zuli inserted her tongue deeply into Anali's dripping quim, and began to moan. Anali gyrated her hips sensuously, and began to sigh in pleasure.

Granny sucked on Jason's dick with firm, rhythmic strokes, making sure that he felt her nimble tongue along the entire length of his member. Spent though he was, much more of this and he was gonna get a whole lot spenter.

"Goddammit, Granny," Jason said. "Your head game is fucking incredible. Keep suckin' it, baby... suck that big fucker good..." Granny did, humming lasciviously as she took him deep.

Granny's enthusiastic oral expertise had Jason right on the verge of erupting again, when he abruptly realized that they were alone. No Zuli, no Anali, no ghosts of demon-orgies past. Just Grand Wing Mother Garanetta and Jason Sturmer, getting super-freaky in an abandoned ruin.

"Granny-" Jason started.

Then, Granny's skilled mouth did some amazing, indescribably filthy thing to his cock. He came again, powerfully, nearly blacking out from ecstasy in the process.

"ohfuckyesGrannyfuuuuckyessssss..."

A few seconds later, with Granny still swirling both his last thick load and his pulsing dick around her mouth. Jason reached down to stroke her cum-splattered features.

"My god, Granny... I don't know what to say..." Jason said. "That was-"

Granny gazed up at Jason then. At first lovingly, but then recognition hit her, and the sparks around her black eyes reignited into furious life.

Uh-oh.

The mean demon lady with his dick in her mouth was suddenly very angry. Jason bid his penis a quick, fond farewell, and prepared for the worst.

But, thankfully, Granny didn't bite his dick off. Instead, she swallowed his jizz, quite demurely under the circumstances, he thought. Then she narrowed her eyes and give him the briefest of nods, seeming to indicate that his penis should vacate the premises immediately, lest things get chompy.

Jason did so, slowly, so as not to startle her with any sudden moves. Granny pressed her lips together, sufficient only to clean off his knob on the way out, but no more than that.

Jason backed away, leaning back on his palms, while Granny brought herself to a cross-legged sitting position opposite him. They were both covered in sweat, cum, breast milk, and, further, by patches of sand and dust that clung to them.

So ... it wasn't like they could pretend the crazy shit away.

"Granny," Jason began. "Look...I...we...what happened-"

Granny held up one hand to silence him, and Jason was never more thankful for the opportunity to shut the fuck up.

"I shall not pretend to understand what has transpired here this night," Granny said evenly. "I'm certain that you are as deeply troubled as I concerning our shared transgression."

"Confused, yeah," Jason said, "but I wouldn't exactly say trou-".

Granny cut him off. "I say again, we are both troubled. This is a disconcerting revelation."

"Uh, okay," Jason agreed. "Totally disconcerted here."

"I shall need some time to digest this knowledge," Granny said. "At present, however, the souls of the past, having had our way with our living vessels, appear to have departed."

"You could say that," Jason said. "And by the way, thanks for bringing me to a haunted fortress. That's usually a third-date move."

"Churlish beast," Granny said. "I suggest that, in the few hours left to us, you continue your rest, while I keep watch." She inspected her bedraggled hair and sticky wings. "And ... refresh myself."

Jason raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I don't know, Granny," he said. "No offense, but can I trust you?"

Granny raised an eyebrow right back at him. "I suppose we shall see," she said, "shan't we?"

* * *

Throughout Jason's telling, Leanne had been utterly silent, and by the time his story concluded, she wore a very stern look on her face.

"I swear to god," Jason said, "I did not want any of that."

Leanne continued to stare at him for a few more seconds, leading Jason to suspect that's he'd broken some unforgivable demon taboo, punishable by all sorts of inescapable deaths. Maybe he was gonna lose his penis after all.

Leanne snorted. Then she completely failed at suppressing a smile. Then she abruptly burst into rollicking laughter.

"Hey!" Jason said. "Having your mind and body invaded like that ... it was fuckin' scary!"

"Yeah, yeah," Leanne said between guffaws. "'The spirits command us to bone! Do it right now, or the consequences will be dire! Woo-ooo-ooo!'"

"That's what it felt like," Jason said, feeling a little foolish now. "And besides, Granny confirmed it."