Goetic Justice

She finally pulled back with a wet smack, her lips linked to his by a strand of saliva that glistened in the light of the waxing moon, those amber eyes glowing through the gloom of the forest like hot coals.

She placed him gently back on his feet, Ryan gripping her forearm as he stood unsteadily on weak knees, dazed from her impromptu kiss. Fireflies hovered around the circle as if they were somehow drawn to the Seirim, floating on the breeze like motes of dust, their ghostly lights blinking in a beautiful display.

"Of all the things that I have seen in my time, you surprise me the most," she said as a smile curled her lips.

"S-So what happens now?" Ryan asked, his cheeks flushed as he craned his neck to look up at her.

"If what you say is true, then Azazel's power will grow, and the power of the Seirim along with it. We are born from him, we are his children in a manner of speaking, but the tribes have been scattered to the winds. Azazel can no longer support us, and so the Seirim must subsist on the energy of more prominent demons. He will wake from hibernation, and when he does, he will rally his people to him. If you succeed in starting your myth, then they will all be drawn here. If enough people believe, then this forest will become our home. We will dance under the moonlight once again."

"I meant more along the lines of...what happens now between you and me?"

"For the moment, I am still bound to Orobas, and I must do his bidding." She leaned down closer to him, crouching so that her lips were an inch from his ear, her husky voice low and seductive. "But once I am free to do as I please, there is no ward that will keep me from you."

He swallowed conspicuously, her smile turning wry, then she stood and looked to the sky.

"The hour is late. If you should wish to sleep, then do it soon."

"Guess I was awake all night setting this whole thing up. We probably shouldn't stick around here very long, if some early morning jogger comes across me, then it'll blow the whole plan. I'll start making my way back towards the car. I guess you can't walk with me?"

"Not yet," she said, "but soon I will no longer be confined to the circle. I will meet you at the apartment." He started to walk away, but saw her hesitate, the giant demon looking oddly sheepish. "And Ryan...thank you."

She faded into the mist, Ryan stopping to retrieve his camouflaged camera, then he picked up his rucksack and set off down the trail.

CHAPTER 7: CONSORTING WITH DEMONS

When Ryan stepped through the door of his apartment Nahash was waiting there for him, lounging on the couch as she watched him hang up his coat. She was treating it like a chaise longue due to her size, reclining on it as she leaned with one arm on the backrest and the other trailing over the side. Her long legs were crossed, hanging over the adjacent armrest, her cloven hooves touching the floor.

She had always been distractingly attractive, but for the first time, he felt free to really appreciate her body. He no longer feared that she would take offense if she caught him copping an eyeful. Her figure screamed fertility, avatar of nature that she was, with child-bearing hips and breasts that would have snapped the spine of a similarly endowed human woman. There was a pleasant fullness to her, the soft flesh that clung to her thighs and belly giving her curves that drew the eye with an almost magnetic power. She was Rubenesque, a standard of beauty lost to time but one that nonetheless ignited an ancient and primal lust in him.

Where her skin was clear of her delicate wool, predominantly on her thighs and torso, it was as smooth as polished metal and had the texture of fine silk. It was pale, though not pallid, there was a warmth and health to her that radiated forth to make her glow.

There was feathery fur on her chest above her breasts, extending to the neck and shoulders to create a sort of fluffy ruff that framed her face. It continued to her head, where it served as her hair, those black horns and her large ears that so resembled those of a sheep protruding from it. The same downy material covered her lower legs, giving the impression that she was wearing woolen knee socks, before her long limbs tapered into those of a goat. Her coat was as white as snow, the same color as her skin, the whole package blending seamlessly so as to make the transition between her human and animal features less jarring. Her face was closer to that of a human than a sheep or a goat, with a flat, ovine nose and the full lips of a woman.

She was comely and surprisingly graceful. Being a kind of succubus, after all, her original purpose had been to tempt tribesmen away from their wives to join the Seirim in their dance. Based on what Ryan had read about them during his research into Azazel, it was he who had first taught mankind to sin.

And here was Nahash, one of his sensuous children, tempting Ryan to sin as was her prerogative. She was exotic, strange and somewhat frightening, but there was an aura of base sexuality emanating from her that piqued his male interest nonetheless.

She beckoned to him with a clawed finger, and he walked over to her obediently, her golden eyes mesmerizing as she peered at him and batted her long lashes.

"On the couch, or in the bed?" Nahash asked in a low and sultry tone. Ryan felt himself begin to blush. He had only just expressed his feelings for her, was she already intending to take things further?

"W-What do you mean?" he stammered.

"Where do you wish to sleep?" she clarified. "On the couch, or in the bed?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to the bedroom, the demon rising from the couch and following him in. He started to pull his clothes off as Nahash watched, her gaze more covetous than usual, as if she was playing her eyes over his body rather than merely observing him as she usually did. He stripped down to his shirt and shorts, slipping beneath the heavy sheets in order to escape the bite of the cold air, and she followed suit.

If there had been a sexual charge under normal circumstances, now it was amplified tenfold, the very touch of her soft wool against his naked skin sending jolts of tingling electricity through his body. His attraction to her had been implied, unspoken but likely sensed, and now both of their feelings were out in the open. His face burned fever hot, and his heart raced, his breath bated as he felt her arm curl around him and her huge breasts pressed up against his back through the fabric of his shirt.

She spooned with him, her warm breath blowing his hair, squeezing him against her body as she lay behind him. The ruff of cushioned fur around her neck acted like a pillow, tickling his skin as he pushed back into it. He remembered that she could sense his every emotion, as if he was laid bare before her, the demon staring into his soul with those amber eyes.

"What are you afraid of?" Nahash whispered, her lips brushing his ear. He closed his eyes, her arm wrapped around his belly and resting a scant few inches from his waistband, the feathery wool soft against his midriff. "Do you think me a temptress?"

"Are you not?" Ryan mumbled, and she chuckled.

"You've learned enough about my kind by now to know what we are, and you know that I've not felt the warmth of a man in millennia." She slipped her clawed fingers beneath his shirt, dragging them lightly across his chest, making him flinch as he felt her soft lips press against his neck. He froze up, his spine arching as she planted a sucking kiss, tender and gentle yet oozing with an almost palpable desire.

"How I have yearned for the pleasures of the flesh," she murmured in his ear as his breath caught in his throat. "To live in a mire of raw thought, to have no corporeal form, to have the memories of taste and touch without ever being able to relive them is a torture worthy of the name Hell. The taste of succulent fruit, the smell of roasted meat wafting on the air, the pulse of another's heart felt through their warm skin..."

She placed her palm over his heart, feeling it throb, and he heard her exhale deeply as she savored the sensation.

"As you have already learned, it was Azazel who taught men to sin. He brought them secret knowledge and with it came the possibility of transgression. Like Eve in the Garden of Eden, they ate of the forbidden fruit, finding it sumptuous and dripping with sweet nectar."

Her long tongue left her mouth to glance his ear, making him flinched, Ryan captivated by her lurid whisperings.

"You are an innocent boy, Ryan, your love is pure and unashamed. I can sense it in you, I can smell it like the wolf smells the hare." She caught his ear between her teeth and nibbled it softly, a gasp escaping his lips. "Would you think me evil if I told you that it excites me almost beyond reason? I am a demon, after all. A spirit whose driving purpose was to tempt men and women, to help them learn the pleasures and the mysteries of nature. Lust is not godly, the rutting of unthinking beasts is not sung of in churches and temples, and yet it is the pulse of all life. The darkness of the forest that calls to you, the unacceptable desire that scratches at the inside of your skull, the animal that lurks beneath your conscious mind. We taught them to embrace it, to explore it, if only to finally know what it would feel like to sate that burning need."

Ryan felt her hot breath on his neck, contrasting with the chill of the air above the bed sheets, hovering as if she wanted to plant a kiss or a bite on his sensitive skin.

"You listen so intently when I speak of demons and magick, an eager student. Now let me teach you to sin."

He loosed a stifled moan as she sank her teeth into his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send his nerves into overdrive. It was like he had been hooked up to a battery, setting his nervous system alight with sensation. Suddenly he was acutely aware of everything. He felt her claws drag slowly from his chest to his belly, making him buck and flinch, her lips mouthing and kissing around the red mark that her teeth had left in his skin. She reached his waistband and dragged it down, savoring his every twitch, then pulled down his shorts to free his erection.

She wrapped her fingers around it, holding it in her palm and feeling it throb in her hand like a second heart, as hot as an iron in a forge and no less rigid.

"Sweet boy," she purred, holding his chin in her other hand and turning it up so that she could look down on his flushed face from above. "I'll show you pleasures that no mortal has tasted in a hundred generations."

She locked him in an upside-down kiss, her dexterous tongue worming its way into his mouth, twisting and coiling as she embraced him. Her grip on him grew tighter, pressing him against her body and making him sink into the malleable meat of her heavy bust. She squeezed his aching member in her hand, feeling him shudder, a bead of precum welling at the tip as she overwhelmed him with her relentless attentions.

Her body was so soft, breasts as large as watermelons cushioning him as her soft wool enveloped his head, her fingers curling gently around his neck as her lurid kiss dragged on. With the mattress beneath him and the quilted blankets pressing him down, his whole world was warmth and comfort, every inch of skin pressing against something soft and inviting.

He was beside himself, his muscles trembling as she ran her hard claws up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. He was so excited that every brush of her fingers sent a jolt of harsh pleasure rolling through his body like he was being electrocuted, she was playing him like some kind of musical instrument. He flinched and gasped at her touch, his nerves on fire as she teased his beleaguered body.

Her tongue piled into his mouth, so long and thick that he could barely accommodate it, his cheeks bulging outwards as she tasted their inner surface and he suppressed a gag as the tip slid into his throat. Their organs entwined, warm flesh slick with their saliva twisting and curling, her metallic flavor filling his head. He felt as if she was draining all of the strength from his body, sapping his will, this kiss alone was more intense and sexual than anything that he done with his previous partners. It was otherworldly, her own repressed lust palpable, and a tremor rolled through him as his muddled mind considered what she might have in store for him.

She licked the back of his throat, painting the roof of his mouth as her viscous saliva leaked down his red cheek, exploring him as her embrace grew ever more fervent and wanton. She stroked his thighs and belly with her deft fingers, tormenting him and drawing red trails in his skin, touching everything but his member as it ached and jumped in the air. Something about feeling her grip on his throat made him feel vulnerable, and that vulnerability only heightened his senses further, his eyes closing and his brain fizzing as if someone had filled his head with pop rocks.

Nahash sensed that it was becoming too intense for him and so she ceased her stroking, her lips breaking away with a pop and her monstrous tongue sliding out of his mouth like a giant strand of spaghetti. Ryan lay in her arms, panting and twitching, the Seirim releasing her hold on his neck to run her fingers through his hair in the way that she knew he liked.

"I'm sorry, I got a little carried away," she whispered. "It's been so long, and you're so...responsive."

Ryan caught his breath, making a futile attempt to compose himself, and then flipped over in the bed to push his face into the nape of her feathery neck. His hands roamed across her velvet skin, tracing the contours of her voluptuous body, following the curves of her figure as he sank his fingers into her doughy flesh. She wrapped her arms around him and brought him closer, squashing him against her, one hand cradling the back of his head and the other on his back. She brushed her fingers up and down his spine, her touch as light as a feather, making him shiver and groan into her ruff. She buried her nose in his hair and nuzzled contentedly, his rigid erection pressing into her paunchy belly due to their difference in height, and it was all that he could do to prevent himself from thrusting against her satin skin like an animal in heat.

"You're so taken with me," she murmured. "It's more than lust, a burning need, and I want to satisfy it. No, I want to indulge it."

She always knew what he was feeling, communication was hardly necessary. There was no need for fumbling attempts to explain how he felt about her or what he wanted when she could read his heart like an open book. There was an unbearable pressure building inside him, an urgent need for her, it made him feel like he might explode at any moment.

So why did he feel like he was going to melt into a puddle? He had always taken the lead with Becky, though it was true that she had been rather passive, if not downright boring in bed. Nahash was aggressive, unpredictable. He didn't know what she would do next, and the prospect made him weak at the knees.

"I sense such uncertainty in you," she crooned, "let me be your guide."

She gripped his wrists, rolling him onto his back and climbing atop him, tenting the blankets as she sat upright and straddled him. His member pressed between her legs as her steely thighs enclosed him, and he felt the thick lips of her sex press against it, hot and slick with her excitement. The sheets fell away from her to rest about her wide hips, sliding down her back to reveal her upper body in all its glory, her pale skin and snowy fur catching what little moonlight bled in through the blinds to illuminate her in the darkness. The curves of her body cast deep shadows, further accentuating them, her yellow eyes burning like embers as she looked down on him. Her lower body was still in shadow beneath the sheets, but those weighty breasts hung from her chest in full view, bouncing softly as they settled.

The air was cold where she had shrugged off the blankets, and yet it amplified the heat from her body, her smooth skin feverishly warm where it pressed against his own. She was heavy, but he still got the impression that she weighed far less than she ought to, and it was not too much for him to handle.

She ground her hips slowly, tantalizingly, her loins out of view as they rubbed against his shaft but never enveloped it. She was so slippery, flesh that was impossibly smooth and soft kissing his skin, her juices dripping forth to glaze it. He wanted desperately to plunge into that sopping opening, to feel her velvet insides grip him like a latex glove, but she did not release him from his torment.

She took one of his hands in hers, lifting it and planting it in the yielding meat of her breast, his fingers sinking into the supple fat as it spread around them. His mouth watered as he kneaded and squeezed, Nahash's eyelids fluttering and the pace of her grinding hastening as he explored her, Ryan reaching up with his second hand and weighing her breast in his palm. They were so heavy, he would have needed to use both arms to lift one, and beneath the pliant flesh was firmer tissue that made her spine arch when he dug for it. Her nipples were pink and hard, pressing into his palms, and he trapped them between his fingers to force a primal grunt from her throat.

He let one of his hands fall to her thigh, its flesh nigh as soft and as supple as that of her copious bust, hard muscle lurking beneath the surface as he clawed at her. Her skin was like satin, he couldn't help himself but stroke it, not finding a single hair or imperfection beneath his fingertips as he ran them towards her loins.

She batted his hand away, smirking down at him from on high, and wagged her finger as if she were scolding a naughty child.

"Not yet, we have so much to do before our dance reaches its crescendo."

She slid off him, the heat of her vulva moving away from his aching erection, but his dismay was quickly buried by fresh and exciting sensations. She crawled down his body, throwing the blankets over herself so that she was out of view beneath them, only her touch on his skin giving Ryan any indication of where was or what she was doing. Her twisted horns caught on the fabric, dragging it with her as she went, their points betraying her location as she paused over his torso.

She planted lingering kisses on his chest, biting softly as she went, her sinuous tongue leaving her mouth to lick and tease as she crawled her lips down towards his belly. Her massive breasts rested on him like two bags of sand, so large that she couldn't bring herself low enough without letting them fall on him. She tickled his ribs with her claws, their sting contrasting with the softness of her indulgent mouthing, and as she bit his hip, he reached a hand down and delved his fingers into the soft fur that served as her hair.

He felt her wet muscle curl around one of his fingers, impossibly long and dexterous, more like a slippery tentacle than anything recognizable as a tongue. She guided his digit towards her mouth, her puffy lips wrapping around it as she sucked it inside, curling her slimy organ around it and licking at his fingertip as if it were his member. He shivered, his brain overheating as he considered her implied threat. If she wrapped those lips around his shaft, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

She released him, ensuring that his finger was damp with her drool, then he yelped and covered his mouth with his hand as she dragged her tongue slowly across his inner thigh.

She breathed warm air on his pulsing member, her mouth poised an inch away from it as she made him wait, his heart about ready to explode from his chest. He covered his face with his arms, his spine rising from the mattress as she kissed his glans gingerly, her lightest touch sending a wave of pleasure rolling over him.