Goetic Justice 2

"But-" Ryan started to complain, then was cut off by a sharp gasp as a throb of pain traveled through his member. Why was he still hard? What about his refractory period? His was as stiff as a plank, his member jumping inside her with every pulse of blood that rushed through it, but the aching and soreness that he felt was becoming more acute. The sucking sensation was becoming more powerful too, as if the wringing of her loins was growing stronger, firm muscles squeezing him at the base as her silken flesh glided up his length in waves.

"I told you that I wouldn't give you a moment of respite," Vapula said, her statement punctuated by a cruel and mocking cackle. "As long as you're inside me, I will keep you in a state of permanent arousal. I can draw your blood into your manhood and squeeze the base to keep you hard even if carnality is the last thing on your mind. I did not manifest this body for your pleasure, dog, but to make use of you like the animal that you are."

She started to lift herself on his member again, sliding up his shaft to expose the layer of glistening fluid that coated it, her loins tight around him like pursed lips. A sordid blend of his pearly emission and her syrupy excitement dripped from her pink flesh in fat globs, rolling down his length and sticking to her inner thighs in strands. He could still feel it inside her, the undulations of her demonic organ drawing the mess deeper, swallowing it up into her body. He had no idea what her anatomy looked like on the inside beyond the seething tunnel of teasing, slimy flesh that moved around him like it had a mind all its own.

Ryan looked towards Nahash, imploring her to help him. But all she did was sit there, the plants flourishing around her, flowers blooming and insects swarming in a cloud about her horned head. She was doing something, but what?

"Why do you look to your Seirim for help?" Vapula spat, her gruff voice dripping with malice and spite. "She cannot save you now. You are mine. If you should wish to beg, to call out to her, then by all means do so. The pleas of the defiled are as sweet music to my ears."

She was really laying it on thick, reveling in the power that she had over him. All demons seemed to desire power over mortals, worship and reverence were by far the most potent and reliable sources of energy. Perhaps Vapula had been a Goddess at some point, revered by an ancient tribe as the Seirim had once been, or perhaps she had been the patron deity of some long forgotten city-state. Right now the only soul that she had under her thumb was Ryan, and she was making the most of it.

"I can taste your pain," she added, rolling her head back and smiling as she slowly gyrated her hips atop him. She reached down a clawed hand to cup his cheek, stroking softly with her thumb, the gentleness of her touch contrasting with the aura of menace that she exuded. "Poor, sweet boy," she cooed. "It hurts now, but be brave."

Stabbing pain shot through him, his member sore and aching, his exhausted body longing for rest. The same throbs and contractions that naught but a few minutes ago had been so wonderfully pleasurable now stung and burned, the sensation slowly growing worse the longer she denied him the period of recuperation that his body needed. He was too sensitive, if only she would give him ten or fifteen minutes to recover, but she continued to ride him mercilessly.

"Now you begin to understand," she chuckled, watching his expression with her burning eyes. "You will give me everything that you have, if it takes you five times or ten, I will have my fill of you."

Despite the pain, his erection wouldn't recede, it was like he had downed an entire bottle of viagra. Vapula just kept drawing blood into his member with her powerful suction, gripping him angrily as she rocked her hips. A wave of panic washed over him as he realized that this torture may well last for hours. Maybe he should have offered her a blood sacrifice after all, the result would have been pain either way, and it might well have been over faster...

Suddenly he felt the unmistakable touch of Seirim magic, his brain becoming fuzzy and his thoughts losing their focus as it crept over him. Fear was replaced with calm, Ryan suddenly feeling as if he was floating on a fluffy cloud, the pain receding to the back of his mind as though he was experiencing it from a great distance. The stars above him became colorful, like they were being refracted through a prism, beautiful points of rainbow light shining in the velvet blackness of space. There were insects too, wonderful moths whose iridescent wings were colored in shades of blue and violet, reflecting that starlight to produce a mesmerizing display.

"Be at peace Ryan," he heard, not with his ears but from inside his own head. It was Nahash's voice, sweet and soothing, the tones seeming to flow through him like a pleasant vibration. Vapula was still there, as was the stinging pain and discomfort, but he was now oddly disassociated from it.

A ghostly figure appeared above him as he lay on the grass, supplanting Vapula's dark, sinewy silhouette as she rutted like a beast. It became more solid the more he concentrated on it, like mist that was slowly taking shape, until he recognized Seirim features.

Nahash blinked at him, batting her long lashes, a warm smile curling her full lips. Somehow she looked even better than usual, glowing as if she was full of life, the twisted crown of horns about her head adorned with wildflowers as if it was a summer maypole. She put her finger to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet as he opened his mouth to speak.

"You must be silent Ryan, lest Vapula discover me. This is not a breach of your contract, it was agreed upon by both parties that I would provide assistance, but I fear that she might block me out if she becomes aware of what I am doing."

What was she doing exactly? He tried to focus his muddled thoughts, fighting off that odd dulling of his senses that always came over him when she used her empathic powers. It was almost like trying to unlock the door to his apartment while drunk. She was helping him, driving off his pain. Yes, that was it. He could still see Vapula moving as she straddled him, but it was like she was at the far end of a dark tunnel, too far off to be of any concern to him.

"I can stop the pain," Nahash explained, "but Vapula expects energy. She will not relent until she has had her fill. I cannot merely dull your senses, or she will not bring you to completion."

Nahash's body straddled him, ephemeral and somewhat transparent, clipping through Vapula as if she had no mass. He felt her silky, soft thighs settle about his hips, her earthy scent filling his nose as she leaned closer to press her lips against his.

They were so soft and plump, Ryan feeling her long, smooth tongue push into his mouth. Nahash locked him in a deep and passionate kiss, her inhumanly long organ coiling and writhing inside his head, glancing his palate and bulging his cheeks. It was sexual and wanton, yet placating and soothing at the same time, a measured and practiced embrace from someone who knew their lover's desires inside and out. It tasted like freshly picked strawberries, the surface of her tongue like wet satin as it entwined with his own, so dexterous and flexible. She pulled away with a wet smack, her lips linked to his by a thin strand of saliva that glistened under the starlight, a distinctly pleasurable sensation overcoming him as she looked down at him with her amber eyes.

"You must give her what is owed, but I can help..."

He felt her hand on his chest, as solid as if she was truly touching him, her warmth radiating from her as she stroked him with her fingers. To create an illusion of this complexity must have required a great deal of magick and concentration. She had total command of his nerves and his senses, able to make him see and feel whatever she wished. If she could accomplish such a feat without Vapula noticing, then perhaps she might be able to ease his suffering long enough for the demon to be satisfied.

Her pale skin contrasted with Vapula's dark fur, smooth and soft where the latter was hard and sinewy, her gentle features at odds with Vapula's sharp physique and fierce disposition. Nahash had round, hourglass hips and thick thighs, the subtle paunch of her belly giving her a plump and welcoming appearance. Her breasts were full and heavy, bouncing softly as they hung from her chest, pink nipples standing out against her porcelain skin. She had the figure of a fertility Goddess, appealing to the base instincts of men by design, her role as a Seirim to tempt and seduce.

Ryan wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her pinched waist, to sink his fingers deep into her milky, yielding flesh and to press his face between those pendulant boobs. He knew the sensation of her silky thighs brushing against his cheeks all too well, the weight of her breasts as he cupped them in his hands, her velvet fat spilling between his fingers.

But Nahash urged him to lie still, as any movement on his part might alert Vapula. He could not be seen to grope thin air, it would give them away.

Slowly the pain that still lingered in the far reaches of his senses began to change. Those same nerves that had once carried painful impulses now shifted, the ache dulling to become more akin to pleasure, his extremities tingling as if they were awash in static. The sensation gradually grew stronger, Vapula's ruthless thrusting and the cruel clenching of her muscular passage becoming more and more enjoyable. After a few moments, he was once again bucking his hips, rising from the grass to match her pace with no longer a trace of discomfort or exhaustion in his body.

Nahash began to move in time with Vapula, phasing through her body, like Ryan was seeing double. Her intentions were obvious even in his impaired state of mind. The Seirim was tricking his brain into thinking that he was making love to her, manipulating his nervous system to translate pain into pleasure.

Vapula sneered down at him, her features contorted into a disdainful smirk.

"You've gone quiet, dog. Have you accepted your fate, or have fear and pain robbed you of your voice?" Her smile faltered when he didn't reply, and for a split second her domineering demeanor slipped, confusion on her face. She quickly recovered, but even through Nahash's ghostly body, he could see that something was troubling her.

"It's just as well," Vapula added, "a servant should be seen and not heard..."

The black demon intensified her thrusting, letting gravity carry her down to drive him into the ground, but even the bruises that decorated his hips now felt oddly pleasant.

"Concentrate on me, Ryan," Nahash said. Again her voice echoed within him, more of an intrusive thought than a sound, and he did as she asked. He found that he could switch between Vapula and Nahash, it was like focusing his eyes on a distant object and then switching to a nearer one. After a momentary period of adjustment, he could bring either one of them to the forefront of his mind. Neither demon was wholly physical, both of their strange forms were projected into his mind like a hologram onto the face of a building.

Nahash's fluffy, white wool and ashen skin supplanted Vapula's ebony fur and sinew, the form of his beloved companion taking shape above him. The soft cushion of her thighs wrapped around him, her legs so long that her knees very nearly reached his armpits. She stroked his chest as she dizzied him with the graceful swaying of her wide hips, artful and mesmerizing. She teased him with percussive movements, shimmying and twisting as if dancing to an unheard tune, making slow figures of eight.

Coming from her, the stimulation seemed loving and measured, the frantic pace borne of a desire to please rather than to torment. Nahash was able to give even Vapula's callous fucking the appearance of gentle lovemaking, Ryan mustering all of his self-control to prevent himself from delving his fingers deep into her inviting thighs.

Nahash sensed the desire in him, attuned to his emotions like a radio antenna, and Ryan felt something tightening around his wrists. When he glanced down, he noticed that creepers were slowly sprouting from between the blades of grass, the leafy vines curling about his forearms like restraints and securing him to the ground. Colorful flowers sprouted from them, buds opening into beautiful displays of blue and yellow petals.

Some part of him knew that they were not real, but the illusion did the job, planting the suggestion in his brain that he could not move his arms. As long as he played along and didn't challenge this new reality, the hallucination would keep him still.

He lay back on the grass, the earth beneath him no longer lumpy and uncomfortable but as soft as a feather pillow, watching with a kind of drunken fascination as Nahash performed. Her moves would have put any exotic dancer to shame, her shapely body flowing like water, the artistic twists and drops of her curvaceous hips accentuating a silent rhythm. Every staccato thrust made the meat of her belly and thighs quiver, her breasts lagging behind as she swayed, her arms raised above her head to trace fluid shapes in the air.

No, it wasn't quite silent. If Ryan concentrated hard enough, he could hear the music too, faint and distorted as if it was coming from far away. It slowly grew louder and more defined as he became engrossed in her sensuous display, individual instruments coming to the forefront. The sound of beating drums might have been mistaken for the sound of his heart pounding in his chest, but it soon rose to prominence, an ancient tribal tempo ensnaring his senses. He could hear the banging of the drums as if they were naught but a few feet away from him, deep and resonating, the vibrations penetrating him to the bone.

Atop the roar of the drums came the wistful sounds of string instruments, mournful and evocative, with an air of mystery that made Nahash's practiced waltz all the more compelling. There were wind instruments too, perhaps flutes, and the chanting of voices in a language that he could not understand but which was immediately familiar to him.

He had heard this melody before, he was sure of it, not just in the company of the Seirim but almost as if the notes were coded into his genes. It brought to mind images that flashed before his eyes like half-forgotten memories, strange figures dancing around bonfires, their dark silhouettes framed by licking flames as they contorted their bodies in a frenzied dance.

Nahash swayed her wide hips in a slow circle of eight, the control that she had over her abdominal muscles nigh inhuman. She was able to keep her torso as still as a gyroscope even as her lower body rocked and undulated. Her movements were so deep and textured, driving her silken passage against his member at new and unlikely angles. Or was he really feeling Vapula's insides as they clenched around him? It was so hard to tell, the line between where reality ended and fantasy began had been blurred by Nahash's insidious magick. All Ryan really knew was that he was now in heaven, smiling as he rested his head on the grass and looked up at the technicolor display of stars above the clearing.

"What's wrong with you?" Vapula snapped, her coarse voice penetrating the illusion like a knife. "Why are you smiling like that?"

Her supreme confidence was slipping, now she seemed confused, angered by his indifference to what was supposed to be a kind of sadistic punishment. He felt her intensify her thrusting, the brutal pace growing ever faster as she gripped him with her iron thighs, the harsh contractions of her loins wringing him like a dishrag. Her pointed talons found his chest, her scaly skin cold and rough, the demon drawing red trails in his skin as she dragged them lower.

It stung for a split second, and then Nahash's magick did its work. The burning of her sharp claws morphed into a pleasant sensation, like the gentle caress of a fingertip, Vapula's sinister grin faltering as she failed to get the reaction that she had anticipated.

"Are you so depraved that you have taken a liking to pain, mortal? Perhaps you are so overcome that you can no longer tell the difference?"

It was clear that she longed to do more to him, to hurt him in ways that the stipulations of their contract would not allow. It frustrated her, her displeasure obvious in the way that her brow furrowed into a surly frown.

From Ryan's perspective, her efforts to make their coupling even less comfortable only enhanced his pleasure, wracking waves of ecstasy rising up through his body to make his eyelids flutter. He writhed, unable to keep still, his hips pushing up to meet hers even as the phantom creepers restrained him.

"Fool, we shall see what you make of this!"

Vapula leaned down close to him, her hot breath blowing across his neck, her black lips pulling back in a snarl to reveal her wicked teeth. It was the gaping maw of a lion, there was nothing remotely human about it, a thick strand of her saliva falling from her open jaws to land on his chest. He didn't flinch, mired as he was in Nahash's magick, the Seirim's powers flooding his addled brain with feelings of calm and happiness.

The demon drew closer, her pointed fangs pressing into his jugular, a low growl reverberating through him as she poised to deliver a killing blow. What should have filled him with primal terror instead instilled him with anticipation and arousal, Nahash mimicking Vapula's movements to bring her soft lips towards his neck. Her gentle, ovine features superseded those of his assailant, the snarling lion replaced with the soft wool and pink lips of his familiar.

Vapula's rough tongue raked his throat, but instead Ryan felt the smooth, silky organ of a Seirim as Nahash gave him a teasing lick. She mouthed and kissed, her puffy lips crawling across his neck and shoulder, Ryan grinning and wriggling as she nibbled gently.

Vapula took his neck in her jaws and pressed down on it, choking him as her sharp fangs dug into his skin. He could sense her raw power. Those jaws could have crushed his vertebrae, and her fangs would have severed his windpipe if she had only applied a little more pressure, but she was still bound by the terms of their contract not to harm him. She could terrify, hurt, but never injure.

His eyes began to water as he gasped for air, but rather than the jaws of a beast, instead he felt Nahash's fingers closing around his throat. Her hold was gentle, tickling him as her fingers glanced his sensitive skin. She leaned down to whisper to him, pausing to nibble at his earlobe as her musical voice soothed him.

"She cannot hurt you, Ryan, not as long as I am here. I can make this feel good, but you have to trust me..."

He didn't need to reply, relaxing his body as her fingers tightened. Of course he trusted her, she had saved his life more than once. Vapula kept up her brutal rutting, driving him into the ground as she held onto him by the neck, intense pleasure coursing through him. Even in his altered state of mind, he found himself wondering how he would have taken this pain, if he would have been able to endure it if Nahash had not been there to use her powers to confuse his nervous system. Pleasure and pain followed the same channels, after all, the electrical impulses traveled along the same nerves. Was the euphoria that he was feeling now exactly equivalent to the agony that his body was truly experiencing?

He felt a twinge of panic as he opened his mouth to take a gulp of air, only to find that he couldn't fill his lungs. He was being strangled, Vapula choking him with her maw like a tiger that was suffocating its prey. How was she applying so much pressure without breaking the skin? Magick perhaps? It wasn't a breach of their contract, not technically speaking at least, as long as there was no lasting damage or injury she could do to him as she pleased.