Goetic Justice 2

He drew shapes on her satin flesh with his tongue, her steely thighs loosening their grip, trembling slightly as he skirted her clitoris. He pressed his lips around the firm bead of flesh, drawing it into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue, Vapula's sharp claws digging into the ground for purchase as she gazed down at him. She was breathing more heavily now, her eyelids drooping.

Ryan's hands roamed up her body, testing the springiness of her thighs as his fingers crawled across their firm surface. The thin layer of fur that coated her body was like smooth silk, fine and delicate, clinging tightly to the contours of her sinewy frame. He reached her hips, tracing her lithe figure until he found her six-pack, the twin rows of toned muscle bulging from beneath her flat belly as they flexed beneath his fingers. He realized that she was wet, beads of sweat making her fur slick and shiny.

Again he was reminded of the wet hide of a racehorse, subtle veins and defined musculature visible beneath the thin coat, sweat giving it a reflective sheen like polished ebony. Ryan saw no reason to restrain himself, running his hands across her stomach and tracing the deep channels that her abs cut in her flesh, feeling them twitch and tighten at his touch. What little body fat she had was concentrated around her ass and thighs, and he wasted no time delving deep into one of her cheeks, taking a liberal handful of her yielding meat and squeezing cruelly. It was soft and malleable, spilling between his fingers like warm cookie dough, contrasting with the firm globe of rubbery muscle that lay beneath.

Vapula shifted, rolling her wide hips from side to side, squirming as he explored her exotic form. Her abdominal muscles moved beautifully, catching what little light was available to give each bulge its own shine and definition, the red glow of her eyes and the deep shadow making them appear even more striking.

She was getting into the swing of things as much as he was now, the thrusting of her hips against his face becoming mechanical and rhythmic, her pert breasts bouncing in time with her gyrations.

His assailant flinched as he drew on her clitoris again, coating it in a layer of his saliva, slow and doting as if she was his lover. Nahash was messing with his perception, imbuing the black lioness with the taste and smell of his beloved partner, a desperate urge to satisfy her rising inexorably to the forefront of his mind. He slid his tongue down again, scouring the burning satin of her vulva, the pink flesh standing out wonderfully against her dark fur. She was fever-hot, her juices clinging to his lips and tongue in thick ropes whenever he pulled back to take a gasping breath, her excitement and his saliva mingling to make their contact impossibly slippery.

He spread her lips with his fingers, licking ardently, like lapping up the oozing nectar from a blooming flower. Her opening twitched and contracted as he teased her with his agile tongue, reacting to his every glance and stroke, and so he gently pushed an index finger inside her.

Immediately she loosed a low growl like that of an angry lion, her muscular passage closing around him tightly enough that it almost hurt. It gripped him like an angry fist gloved in wet satin, the thick fluids that lubricated her quivering tunnel doing little to ease his passing. He could feel every bump and imperfection as her narrow insides flexed and squeezed around him, her loins lined with nubs of flesh and delicate folds that would have driven any man insane. It was like probing the reaches of some made-to-order sex toy, its interior purpose-built to torment the user.

Vapula was alive, however. She was warm and wet, her flesh moving around his finger as if it had a life of its own. He tried to pull back, intent on finding a slow and teasing rhythm, but the suction was incredible. She pulled him in like an eager mouth, trying to draw him deeper with rolling contractions that milked his digit with a kind of desperation.

With some difficulty he withdrew, then pushed back inside again, the motion accompanied by a sordid squelching that seemed to embarrass the demon. She took a tight grip on his hair and pushed his face into her crotch, encouraging him to keep up his dutiful licking.

"I didn't say stop, you worthless cur," she muttered. She sounded less sure of herself now, her commanding voice wavering a little.

Ryan kept up his fingering as he resumed his mouthing and licking, dragging the surface of his tongue between her labia to graze her swollen clitoris, feeling her tighten around him with every stroke. He found a pace that seemed to please her, the red glow from Vapula's eyes vanishing intermittently to plunge them into darkness as her eyelids fluttered. She was fucking his face in earnest now, rubbing herself against him as she sought out more stimulation, the violent rocking of her hips buffeting him as she tugged at his hair.

"You taste wonderful," he mumbled, his brain clouded by Seirim sorcery.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this!" Vapula growled. "It's a punishment!"

She seemed flustered by his comment, rising from her crouched position over him, a sagging web of her excitement breaking to fall to his face. It tasted of pineapple and mango to him, sweet and luscious, and he licked the residue from his lips as she glared down at him.

"Well," she began, catching her breath as she looked him over. "It seems that you are even more debauched that I had anticipated, a result of fornicating with your captive familiar no doubt. I should not have expected any measure of shame or restraint from a dog."

Now that her black wings were no longer trapping him in a cocoon of feathers he could see Nahash sitting daintily beside them, resting on the grass as if she was attending an outdoor theater production. She seemed wholly unconcerned, her ovine ears flicking occasionally when a moth or a firefly got too close. Colorful flowers bloomed about her, creating a carpet of petals and green shoots, a clear indication that she was using her magick.

"Good," Vapula hissed, following Ryan's gaze and glaring at Nahash. "I want your loyal familiar to watch what happens next. I want her to see what I do to her beloved master."

She lowered herself over his throbbing member as it jumped and bobbed in the air, a strand of her anticipation leaking from between her firm thighs to land wetly on his belly. Vapula dropped towards him, drinking in his reaction as his eyes tracked the sliver of pink, the glistening ropes that hung from it reflecting the starlight and shining like crystal.

Ryan had been inside her already, he wasn't sure long he could stand the cruel texture of her passage, not to mention the powerful contractions that had threatened to wrench his finger off at the knuckle.

Vapula wasted no time, Ryan taking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as she pulled back his foreskin with her avian claws, talons as long as his fingers and as sharp as razors coming dangerously close to his manhood. There was no danger of her emasculating him, both because she had agreed to the terms of their contract and because it would defeat the purpose of what she was trying to do.

He winced as his member brushed against her velvet flesh, the demon rubbing him up and down her vulva, teasing him as she coated his shaft in her slimy lubricant. His tip slid inside her after a moment of resistance, the tightness of her strange passage forcing a yelp from his lips, and she peered down at him with a satisfied expression on her feline face.

He was no more than half an inch inside her and yet already her textured walls were closing around him, those fleshy lumps and soft ribs scouring his glans as she took him deeper. Little by little she lowered herself down onto him until he felt her silken fur on his belly, his erection vanishing up to the hilt inside her roiling tunnel. He had expected her to begin moving immediately, to mercilessly fuck him into the ground until he begged for her to stop, but instead she just sat there and stared at him.

Her insides were moving, shifting and clenching as if she had fine control over her pelvic floor muscles. Forget kegels, this was something on an entirely different level. It felt like there were a dozen tongues coiling and writhing around his length, his hips beginning to rise from the dirt of their own accord.

The demon placed a clawed hand on his chest, her talons pricking his skin ever so slightly as she drew a slow circle, an unspoken threat for him to cease his struggling. She couldn't actually cut him, or their contract would be rendered void, but he would rather comply than test her.

"What do you think, Seirim?" Vapula spat in Nahash's direction. "Does it pain you to see your master so helpless and degraded?"

Nahash did not reply, she merely watched with an uninterested expression. Failing to get the reaction that she wanted, Vapula seemed to grow angry, turning her attention back to Ryan and lifting her sharp claws towards his neck. She traced his throat with one of the hooked blades, the light pressure tickling Ryan's skin. Just having those things near his neck made him nervous, and in an odd way, it seemed to heighten his sensitivity.

"I can feel you twitching inside me," she growled, "and I haven't even started moving yet. I'm going to show you heights of pleasure that a mortal could never dream of, and when you finish, I'll keep going. I'll do it again and again until the pleasure turns to pain. You'll beg for me to stop, but I won't. I won't give you a moment of respite until you give me every drop of fluid that you have. I want your semen, your sweat, and your tears."

She leaned forward and dragged her rough tongue across his cheek as if to illustrate her point, even the subtle motion of her shifting position to get closer to him making her insides grind against his member in new and alarming ways. A touch of fear came over him as she gazed into his eyes, her feline pupils burning like hot coals, and her black lips curled into a cruel smile.

"There it is...that delicious fear that gives your aura such a bitter taste."

She bared her sharp teeth, her dark lips drawing back to expose a set of incisors like those of a lion. They were pearly white and serrated like knives, perfect for cutting through flesh. She brought them down towards his neck, and he felt her warm breath on his skin, a droplet of her slaver falling to land on his shoulder as she pressed them against his jugular. She rested there for a few moments, feeling the blood pulse through the vein as Ryan froze up. The killing bite never came, however. Instead, she planted a lingering kiss on his neck, chuckling to herself as she pulled away.

"Ryan, you really are cute," she whispered. "I can see why your familiar has taken such a liking to you. Perhaps I'll come back and pay you a visit once my contract is fulfilled, show you all of the wonderful and terrible things that I can do to you without these tiresome restrictions holding me back. Would you like that?"

He shook his head vigorously, and she laughed to herself, beginning to move on top of him.

She rocked back and forth gently, twisting her hips in a slow dance, wracking sensations tearing through Ryan like bolts of lightning. Her muscular passage gripped him like a vice, those unbearable nubs and ribs scouring his shaft. He could feel every texture and fold of her insides, every glance and scrape stabbing into his mind like a white-hot knife, acute pleasure of such intensity that it bordered on pain searing his nerves.

He had never felt anything like it before. It felt wonderful, intoxicating, yet it was cruel and uncomfortable. Vapula's loins were not designed to be enjoyed, but to wring him of his precious energy as rapidly as possible with a brutal and callous efficiency. She was more like a slave driver than a lover, gripping him tightly with her firm thighs to ensure that he couldn't escape her as she rode him into the dirt, watching him intently with her glowing eyes as he grimaced and gasped.

He tried to buck, his hips grinding against her mechanically, but she was so heavy that she pinned him to the ground. He couldn't control the pace of their coupling, nor the intensity, his head spinning as the whirlwind of soft barbs and slick flesh raged around his member.

"Does it hurt?" Vapula hissed, delighting in his pained expression. "Or perhaps you don't know. Can you even distinguish the pleasure from the pain? Don't worry, you won't get used to it..."

Ryan loosed a grunt as she rose on his shaft, her insides clinging to him with a powerful suction. Despite the copious lubricating fluids that were oozing from her, the wetness did little to alleviate the discomfort, her textured walls raking him on their way up. It was such an odd sensation, a deep and permeating pleasure, imbuing him with a satisfying ache. It was like scratching a bug bite until it bled. When she reached her apex, with only his sensitive glans still lodged inside her, she dropped back down again. Her hips slammed into him hard enough to bruise, the demon letting gravity carry her, driving him into her deepest reaches.

Ryan's torso rose off the ground, and he doubled over as a burst of searing ecstasy rippled through him, the stark sensation tapering into a tingling feeling in his extremities as it gradually subsided. She pushed him back down, her sharp claws pricking his chest. He couldn't think straight, not with her passage twisting and flexing around him, grinding those maddening nodules of satin flesh against his cock. It sucked on him like a mouth, her muscles contracting and wringing, milking him ruthlessly like she was trying to draw out his emission through violence. Every movement was chased by muddled ecstasy, inescapable as it coursed through his nervous system like electricity, pulses of white light blanking his mind.

"You'll find no tenderness in me," Vapula giggled, an oddly girlish sound coming from what was ostensibly the head of a lion. "My love is hard and sharp, like the love between a teacher and an unruly student who has yet to learn his lesson."

Her passage almost seemed to be spinning around his shaft as she gyrated her hips in a slow figure of eight. She was incredibly flexible, and she had such fine control over her body. It reminded him of a dancer or a professional gymnast, her abdominal muscles shifting and bulging under the sheen of sweat that coated them. Ryan realized that he was drooling, a strand of his saliva escaping his lips as he writhed on the grass.

"That's right, drool like a dog," she laughed. "Are you seeing this, Seirim? Look what your master has been reduced to..."

Nahash gave no comment, watching with a neutral expression on her face. If she was going to do something then it had better be soon, he was barely holding on to his sanity.

Vapula's pace grew faster, Ryan gritting his teeth against the new surge of sensation. He had already been at the limits of his endurance, but she was changing gears, ramping up the speed and intensity of her sadistic lovemaking. The ribs and folds of her hot passage caught on his glans as she thrust him deeper, soft enough that they weren't painful, but firm enough that they dug into his tender flesh and scoured his nerves. It felt like firm rubber with the texture of damp silk, delicate and exquisite, yet harsh and fierce.

Her thick excitement dripped down his thighs and pooled on his belly, their loins connected by fat strands of it when she rose on his throbbing shaft, only to slam down again as she grinned at his torment. She had been right, there was too much coming too fast, like his senses were being overloaded by conflicting stimuli until his brain just couldn't process it. All that he could do was feel, a passive observer as his body shivered and struggled, completely outside of his control.

Vapula was now drooling too, a string of it falling from her black-lipped jaws to land on his chest. Her expression transcended simple lust, becoming a kind of fervent and disturbing desire, somehow both adoring and hateful. This was how she behaved when she was bound by the terms of a contract not to harm him, and she was a fairly low-level demon. What would Haures do to Ryan if he caught him? Surely it would make this look positively merciful in comparison?

"Don't be afraid to cry if it hurts," she hissed, "I love it when they cry..."

He didn't doubt it, watching as her eyes lost focus and a drunken smile curled her lips, no doubt remembering the pained cries of some prior victim. She was so vigorous, her stamina and strength dwarfing that of any mortal woman. She was tireless, her sinewy, muscular body radiating raw power and strength. Vapula was more like an animal than a person, both in terms of her physical prowess and her temperament.

Her thrusting grew faster and faster, the bumpy, textured walls of her sex gripping him like an angry fist. She plunged him in and out of her like a piston, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the clearing as they rutted like wanton beasts. Ryan's entire lower body was becoming numb. His hips ached from Vapula's merciless hammering, and his legs had turned to useless jelly. Even as her relentless pace wore him down, the dull sting of pain still mingled with seething ecstasy, an orgasm welling up inside him of such intensity that he almost feared it.

She pinned his wrists against the ground and leaned down close, planting her sharp claws into the earth like stakes as she watched him, her hot breath washing over his face.

"That's right...I can sense your emotions, I know that you're close. Come for me, give me your energy..."

His spine left the dirt as he writhed beneath her, the demon not giving him a second of reprieve, the clenching of her slippery muscles pushing him over the edge as she bounced atop him. His eyes snapped shut, his mouth opening in a silent wail as a surge of raw pleasure tore through him. It felt as if his brain was being fried in a pan, fizzing and crackling as shockwaves rippled across his sweat-drenched body. The muscles in his pelvis seized and tensed with the effort as they expelled a thick wad of his ejaculate into her eager passage, her fleshy walls seeming to swallow rhythmically like a throat as they drank it down.

It was only the first of many, Ryan seeing stars dance before his eyes as a second throb of pleasure made him its plaything. Vapula didn't falter, continuing her frenzied dance even as his member pulsed and twitched in her tunnel. Every time that he thought he was spent, another climax erupted from inside him, forcing a stream of fluid into the eager demon. It felt like he was pumping his very life force into her, giving her everything that he had as she milked him greedily, not even slowing to give him a moment of rest.

His perception of time warped, darkness creeping at the corners of his peripheral vision, exhaustion threatening to take hold of him. The stark ecstasy slowly gave way to afterglow, a wonderful euphoria washing over him like a gentle tide, tremors tickling his senses as his sore erection released the last drops of his ejaculate.

Ryan lay back on the grass, completely spent, his fatigue overcoming him. Soon his erection would recede, Vapula would have eaten her fill, and she would leave him alone. All things considered, it hadn't been that bad...

He looked up at the demon as she straddled him, his member still buried to the base in her spasming passage, the cocoon of tight flesh rubbing and caressing his aching cock as she rocked slowly back and forth. To his surprise, the speed of her gentle thrusting began to increase again, the demon smirking down at him as though she had caught him in some kind of trap.

"Fool," she whispered, "did you think that I would be satisfied with that alone?"