Goetic Justice 2

One of the Djinni took his cock in her hand, squeezing the shaft as she took position on top of him, resting her knees on the bed to either side of his hips. This one had already stripped off her clothing, her body just toned and shapely as the rest. She had a ring through her nose like a bull, her Elf-like, pointed ears peppered with jeweled studs. There were snake-bite piercings through her lips, and as his eyes roamed down towards her chest, he saw that she had golden bars through her nipples. Rather than being linked together, each one had a dangling chain, like pendants with precious stones on the end. On her navel was a simple bejeweled stud.

She hovered above him, reaching down between her thighs to spread her lips apart, exposing the purple flesh within. She was dripping, ready, he could feel her heat on his glans as she drew it slowly closer. Were they finally going to relent and give him the relief that he craved?

The Djinn poised there, her loins not an inch away from the tip, feeling him throb and twitch in her palm as she looked down at him with a sardonic smile. A strand of her juices escaped to land on his member, sliding slowly down his length as he watched.

"Come on," he grumbled, his complaint eliciting a chorus of giggles.

The snap of Gamori's fingers rang out from beyond the gossamer curtains, and he felt a tightness around the base of his member, a kind of pressure as if someone was squeezing him between their thumb and forefinger. When he looked down, he was surprised to see a glint of gold. There was a metal band around the base of his erection. It was cold, digging into his skin, trapping blood in his member to make it swell and engorge even further. It hurt, it ached, but the teasing had left him so wanting that it did little to diminish his arousal.

Now the Djinn seemed ready to proceed, rubbing his exposed glans between her labia and coating him in her slippery juices, smirking down at him as he writhed between her thighs. This damned ring was making him hypersensitive. He was sore, aching, the merest touch of her wet flesh searing his nerves and sending jolts of harsh pleasure coursing through him like arcs of electricity. Yet he wanted it, he needed it, just a taste wasn't nearly enough.

The Djinn pressed his member against her opening, Ryan feeling the slick walls of muscle sliding against his tip. She seemed so small in comparison to his prior partners, would he even fit? His member was so swollen, moreso than he had ever seen it, throbbing painfully as the gold ring restricted his blood flow and heightened his sensitivity.

She wet her discolored lips with her purple tongue, watching covetously as his erection pulsed against her loins, and then slowly slid him inside her. Her muscles closed around him, engulfing him in wet satin, every bump and imperfection of her sodden passage scouring him as she gradually lowered herself down. Her luxurious flesh encompassed his tender glans, pleasure flooding his nerves like static electricity, too much to bear. He shut his eyes tightly, baring his teeth as he tried to endure it. They had been teasing him for so long, keeping him on the edge, and now he could finally scratch the maddening itch that was burning in the core of his being. The sublime ache became more urgent, and he felt his orgasm welling. All it would take were a couple more thrusts, and he would have his relief...

The Djinn took him to the hilt, her thighs closing around his hips like a vice as she sat on top of him, his cock jumping and twitching inside her. Her tunnel was so narrow that it was almost painful, the pressure intense, sucking on him like a vacuum as she rested a pair of her hands on his belly. He could just make out the glint of the gold ring beneath her smooth mound.

She began to move, rocking her hips back and forth, twisting and gyrating as he matched her pace with his desperate thrusting. The demon really seemed to be enjoying herself, she wasn't just performing her functions, she was having fun with him. She drove his rigid erection into the slick walls of her passage, grinding against him, scouring her insides as he pulsed and leaked. She was so hot, sweat coating her skin in a reflective sheen as she exerted herself, fucking him like a lion despite her small stature.

She dug her fingernails into his chest, leaving red welts as she rode him into the bed, the other Djinni watching enviously. Her pert breasts bounced with every thrust, the gold chains that hung from her nipple piercings swinging in time with her graceful movements. Her blue skin was wet to the touch, his fingers sliding across her belly and hips as he groped, her subtle fat yielding beneath his fingertips. The Djinn combed her fingers through her long, black hair, running her tongue across the snake-bite piercings on her lip as she savored the sensation of having him inside her.

His erection swelled and flexed within the tight confines of her sex, the walls of her tight passage gripping him ferociously. He could feel every crease and contour as her loins molded around him like a second skin, clinging to him like latex. There was so much pressure, flesh like velvet soaked in honey pulsating around him in waves, every quiver and tremor that passed through her lightly muscled figure translating into his member. The Djinn could feel him too, gasping with every flex of his engorged manhood, mewling in her breathy voice each time that she felt his hardness plunge her most intimate depths.

The azure-skinned beauty began to bounce on his shaft, rising until only the tip was still lodged inside of her and then slamming down again to take him to the hilt in one fluid motion. He could see the way that her syrupy juices clung to his shaft, making it slippery and shiny, the gold ring glinting as it was exposed to the moonlight. He couldn't help but delve his fingers into her yielding thighs, as smooth as varnished wood, the supple fat that wreathed her hard muscle yielding before his probing digits like memory foam.

Her movements grew less regular as their frantic courtship dragged on, her dance losing its fluidity and descending into a bestial rutting, the demon driving him into her reaches as fast and as hard as she could muster. It was brutal, tiring, glistening beads of sweat raining from her body as she moved atop him like a woman possessed.

The pressure that had been building inside of him came to a head, and he gritted his teeth, gripping her hips tightly and bracing himself for the rush of ecstasy that was about to flood through him. He waited, his body burning with the need, but it never came. He stayed on the very cusp of his climax, the pleasure making his mind swim with anticipation, but he couldn't seem to reach the tipping point. He felt like he had been edging for days, it was unbearable, a kind of delicious torture. He was teetering right on the brink of the precipice and yet his urgent need could not be sated.

"What the fuck?" Ryan gasped, shivering as the odd sensation rocked him. The Djinn merely laughed at him, entertained by his frustration, keeping up the violent pace of her cruel lovemaking.

The golden band that had appeared around his cock, was it preventing him from ejaculating? The idea filled him with an odd blend of lust and fear. How long could it last? Would it continue to feel this good, or like his ill-fated encounter with Vapula, would the seething pleasure gradually give way to discomfort and pain?

All he knew right now was that he was harder than he had ever been, unnaturally so, an ache that bordered on pain permeating his member and his lower body. It didn't quite hurt, it almost felt like the burn after a strenuous workout, accompanied by the same brand of euphoria. He felt so aware, so alive, as if his nerves were extending beyond the reaches of his skin. Again he was reminded that pain and pleasure were not distinct concepts. Why did these demons so enjoy blurring the lines between the two, and why was he now feeling a kind of masochistic curiosity?

The stimulation continued, and while Ryan was unable to climax the same was not true of his blue-skinned partner. She halted her bucking abruptly, squeezing him between her legs as her walls closed around him like a Chinese finger trap, her slim form shaking as the first pulse of pleasure made her its plaything. She wrung him with powerful contractions, driving him as deep as he would go as she threw her head back and wailed at the starry sky, a torrent of her clear fluid escaping around his buried shaft to splash his belly. She gripped his shoulders for purchase with her upper pair of hands, mauling her breasts with the lower, lost in a fugue as she rode out the swells of ecstasy.

Ryan was dizzied by the surge of sensations, raw and unfiltered, white noise buzzing in his brain as her slimy insides subjected him to a relentless massage. She was drawing on him like a mouth, begging for the warm load that was trapped behind the ring. It was enough to drive him half insane, to be so close to the sweet release that every atom of his being craved yet to be unable to cross that boundary. All he could do was lie there as she trembled atop him, experiencing every quiver and stroke as if it had been amplified a hundred times. He wanted to escape this intolerable stimulation, it was frying his circuits, and yet his primal urges drove him to seek out more.

The Djinn collapsed onto his chest, her mop of raven hair falling about his face as she nuzzled the nape of his neck affectionately, Ryan trying to spit the long strands out of his mouth. She was so warm, clinging to him with all four of her arms, his member still twitching inside of her as a few lingering jolts of pleasure made her quake and whimper.

She eventually deigned to lift her hips off him, more due to the complaints of her fellow Djinni than because she was done with him, Ryan wincing as he slid out of her. His erection stood prominently in the air, linked to her sodden nethers by a fat rope of her fluids that broke to fall to his belly as she moved away. He was soaked in her excitement, the cloudy liquid coating his length in a glossy glaze, rolling down his shaft in clumps.

Was it over? Were they going to let him finish now?

His question was answered as another Djinn took her friend's place, kneeling between his parted legs and catching his slimy erection in her hands. She gripped his shaft with two of them, beginning to twist them in opposite directions, the lubricating juices that clung to his skin making her touch wonderfully slippery. She rested the third on his thigh, using the fourth to cup his balls, squeezing them gently as she stroked him.

Her yellow eyes peered up at him, drinking in his pained expression, the demon smiling wryly as he squirmed. She moved lower, inching towards the golden ring that was still anchored around the base of his member. She looked at it, then back up at him, as if offering to remove it.

"Please," Ryan mumbled, "I can't take much more of this."

His heart skipped a beat as her fingers wrapped around the metal band, and for a moment he thought that she might really remove it. Instead, she pulled her hand away, laughing at him. Her cohorts joined in as they watched from the sidelines, amused by his frustration.

He began to complain, but the words caught in his throat as she began to stroke his swollen glans with her palm. The thick layer of lubricant from his previous partner made the touch of her soft skin slippery, Ryan going quiet as she caressed the most sensitive part of his body, the sensation undeniably placating.

Someone snuck up behind him, lifting his head in their hands and resting it on their lap, angling him so that he had to watch the Djinn stroke his shaft. Their plump thighs made for admirable pillows, a pair of hands delving into his hair to comb and massage while the second crossed about his shoulders, the demon watching from above as her counterpart teased him.

More of the creatures closed around him on the bed, seeming fascinated by his reactions to their advances, perhaps anticipating their turn with him. Would each of them have their way with him before they deigned to remove this accursed ring? He didn't know if he could tolerate that. Surely Nahash would provide assistance if things became too much for him to handle? Where was she anyway?

He looked around for her, the Djinn who was cradling his head in her lap continuing her stroking, and then he found her. She had drawn closer, the tall Seirim standing at the edge of the bed, watching the scene play out. Her pale skin reflected the moonlight, her amber eyes focused on him. Was that a glint of arousal that he saw?

His attention was turned back to the Djinn who was kneeling between his thighs as she gave him a stern squeeze. She was pouting, annoyed that he wasn't watching. Once she was certain that she had his undivided attention, she resumed her slow stroking. Her slim fingers were so dexterous and agile, crawling up and down his length, almost like she was tickling him. Her skin was as soft as velvet, wet with bawdy fluids, her gooey handjob sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his nerves wherever her digits glanced his skin.

She held his aching balls in her palm, squeezing softly, brushing them lightly with the tips of her fingers. They were so heavy and swollen, they had never felt so full before. It was clouding his mind, so acute and distracting that he couldn't focus on anything else. She smeared the slime on his inner thighs, ensuring that every erogenous zone that he had was wet and slick, enhancing the feeling of her tormenting rubbing. These demons were so good with their hands, if they hadn't prevented it with the golden band, he wouldn't have lasted two minutes.

His entire body was as sensitive as the head of a penis, he was transcending arousal. It was like some kind of tantric sex, endless foreplay with no goal, prolonging a state of heightened excitement that should have been long over by now.

Ryan found that he was starting to enjoy his cruel treatment at the many hands of these Djinni. Something about that bothered him, like he was being manipulated. Demons did not dispense pleasure for anyone's benefit but their own. There was an ulterior motive here, he just wasn't perceptive enough to see it yet.

The Djinn opened her mouth, her purple tongue sliding past her puffy lips, and Ryan's heart skipped a beat. It was pierced, he could see three golden beads standing out against her dark flesh, glinting in the twilight. They were lined up in a row straight down the middle, the Djinn clicking them against her teeth, smirking at his reaction.

Her long hair tickled his thighs as she lowered her face down towards his member. She blew warm air on his glans, laughing as he bucked, her breath alone enough to make him gasp. Her lips poised a hair's breadth away from his glans, the creature prolonging his suffering for as long as possible, before she finally relented. She took his head into her mouth, closing her lips tightly around it. Ryan dug his fingers into the silk sheets, groaning as she began to lick.

It felt so different to the long, winding muscle of a Seirim tongue. The Djinn's was shorter, no longer than that of a human, but those metal beads created an entirely new layer of sensation that turned his legs to jelly. The contrast between her slick, smooth organ and the hard metal made his toes curl, Ryan shivering as she raked them along his sensitive underside.

He wouldn't have imagined that metal would feel this way. He had expected it to be cold and hard, but it was warmed by the heat of her mouth, the rounded surfaces of the piercings coated in her drool.

She circled his glans, holding his cock in her mouth as it pulsed between her lips. She was doting, her pace maddeningly slow, carefully painting every millimeter of his tender flesh. Her soft cheeks pressed around him, her mouth smaller and tighter than anything that he was used to, the demon struggling to crawl her lips down his shaft. The combination of saliva and sexual fluids eased his passage, and she managed to get her lips down halfway, her tongue swirling inside her mouth all the while.

She battered him with flurries of quick licks, letting her drool flow freely, rolling down his shaft to join the lingering sheen of excitement that still clung to it. If the Djinn cared at all that his member was currently coated in a layer of her sister's creamy fluids, then she didn't show it, her tightly pursed lips finally reaching the golden band at the base. His glans slid into her throat, her muscles seizing around it, contracting in wracking waves as she swallowed the saliva that was pooling in her mouth. The curtain of her raven hair fell over his lower body, and he could no longer see her, he could only feel the sharp pangs of pleasure as they crawled up his spine like questing fingers.

She struggled to draw him deeper, her slippery gullet kneading and constricting as she spasmed, her lips kissing his belly and her pierced tongue sliding out to wet his balls. She wrapped her arms around his thighs, pulling herself down on him, her blue cheeks flushed a shade of deep purple as she held her breath. There was so much suction, like she was trying to suck his ejaculate past the obstruction, the sensations mingling into a tumultuous blur of damp satin and roiling muscle until he could no longer distinguish them.

He looked up at the Djinn who was still stroking his hair as he lay in her lap, his eyes unfocused, his expression begging her for relief. She merely continued her massage, attempting to soothe his exquisite suffering in a way that came off as more mocking than genuine.

When he turned his eyes back down towards his groin, the curtain of dark hair was lifting, and he saw a pair of purple lips slide back up his shaft to linger at the tip. The Djinn lapped at his glans for a moment, teasing the underside with the trio of piercings, then drew back and let his rigid member fall into her hand. Fat strings of bubbling saliva linked her mouth to his twitching member, some falling to dangle from her chin in an obscene web, dropping to her chest and sliding down between her blue breasts as she caught her breath.

Before he had time to recover, she wrapped his length in two of her hands, only his pink glans protruding from the prison of blue fingers. She began to twist, alternating in two different directions, taking advantage of how slippery and wet his skin was. Her grip was firm, harsh, but there was so much of her drool still coating his cock that it hardly mattered.

She eyed the shiny head of his member greedily, then leaned down to plant a wet, lingering kiss on the tip. It sent a jolt of searing pleasure coursing up his spine, dizzying him with its intensity. Next she brought her piercings to bear again, seeming to know exactly where he was most vulnerable and exploiting his every weakness, reducing him to a shivering mess.

He felt another orgasm bubbling up inside him, groaning despite himself as his muscles clenched and his balls heaved, much to the amusement of his audience. Every fiber of his being was awash in pleasure. He was exhausted and sore, his breathing ragged and irregular, his heart thumping in his chest like he had just run a marathon. The terrible, urgent need to quench the fire that was threatening to burn him alive rose up again, an orgasm that threatened to rend his sanity scratching at the gate.

The Djinn pumped her fists, the sensation so wonderful and permeating. He could feel the satisfying sting of her touch in the core of his being, like she was reaching inside him to scratch an itch that was just out of his reach. It all came to a head as the demon opened her mouth in anticipation, waiting for the torrent of ejaculate that would soon pour out of him in hot, thick ropes. She batted her long lashes at him, meeting his gaze with her yellow eyes, her expression comely and seductive. She needed no shared language to communicate what she wanted from him.