Goetic Justice

With a start, he realized that she hadn't even used her powers on him yet, this was just the tip of the iceberg. Who knew what she could make him feel if she were to reach inside him and stir his brain like a pot of stew, playing with his emotions and his perception as she did with his nerves. She could scramble his mind like a hit of LSD with a wave of her hand.

She gripped his hips in her hands to hold him steady and to prevent him from thrusting, her claws sinking into the meat of his butt, and he watched her horns tent the blanket over his groin. He couldn't see what she was doing, and like being blindfolded, it only served to heighten his sensitivity.

"The scent of a man," she growled, her usually husky and musical voice taking on a gruffer and more sinister timbre. "It has been far too long..."

She wound her tongue around his shaft like a snake coiling around its hapless prey, smooth muscle coating his length with syrupy saliva as she scoured its surface. She had such fine control over the appendage, using its tapered tip to pull back his foreskin, driving a surprised cry of pleasure from his lips as she painted the sensitive flesh beneath. She lapped at the precum that welled at the tip and teased his tender underside, her tongue tightening around him and beginning to pump like a fist.

Ryan couldn't think straight, he couldn't concentrate on anything besides the sensation of her muscular tongue sliding against his flesh, his fingernails digging into his burning cheeks as he tried to stave off an orgasm that was already welling.

"Nahash," he mumbled, his voice cracking as her tongue stroked him. "I can't...I'll..."

She gripped the base of his member in her hand and squeezed it tightly, cutting off his impending orgasm, Ryan biting his lip and wincing as she uncoiled her tongue so that she could speak.

"I've waited thousands of years for this," she said, "hold on just a few minutes more. I want to enjoy you, savor the taste of your flesh, drink in your emotions as one would an exquisite wine."

She sensed all of his emotions then, delighting in the pleasure that she caused him, tasting everything that he felt like a person with synesthesia whose senses merged and overlapped.

"It is like a sweet nectar to me," she continued, pausing to drag her tongue up his shaft. "The Seirim are empaths, we sense your every emotion as one breathes in the scent of a meal, hinting at the flavors to come. I want to feel your suffering, your delight, let me dine on your bliss before I take you."

Her fervor surprised him, she had been so measured and refined up until that kiss in the forest, but now she lusted for him with an intensity that might surpass his own. She had spoken so wistfully of missing the feeling of a cool breeze on her skin, how she longed for the taste of food and drink, how she missed dancing under the moonlight. Was it any surprise that she felt the same way about lovemaking? She was an earthly creature, passionate and with a reverence for all things natural. Like she had said, sex was the pulse of the natural world. It was the imperative of everything that crawled, flew and swam on this planet, and the same was true of people. Whether they wanted to admit it or not.

She caught his member with her tongue, interrupting his thought, and guided it towards her waiting lips. She wrapped them around the head, sucking him into her warm mouth, her hand still gripping the base between her thumb and forefinger. She circled the tender glans with her slippery organ, the harsh sensation making him squirm and writhe, but a hand on his hips kept him from breaking loose.

She drew him in a little deeper, the smooth inner lining of her cheeks pressing down on him from both sides, slick with her thick saliva. Her lips slid down his shaft, painfully slowly, the succubus tracing his bulging veins with her agile tongue as she went. His glans brushed the roof of her mouth, sliding into her gullet and bumping against the back of her throat, Nahash finally kissing the base of his throbbing erection as she took it as deep as it would go.

Ryan was in awe of her, marveling at her skill through the haze of his arousal. He was by no means poorly endowed, and she hadn't even flinched when his organ had grazed her esophagus. Her muscles closed around it like a vice, spasming and massaging his length as she swallowed around the foreign object, drinking down the flowing drool that didn't escape from her mouth to wet his pubic hair in fat globs.

Her throat contracted around his cock in waves as if trying to drag him deeper, her tongue escaping to lick his balls as she held him there. Damn, did she even need to breathe? How long could she possibly keep it up? The heat and suction were making his head spin, at this rate he might break before she had to come up for air.

She drew back, pursing her lips to scrape away as much of the bubbling saliva from his skin as she could, pausing with her lips locked around the head to deliver a few more wracking glances before releasing him. His member fell from her mouth, bouncing back to stand rigidly in the air, twitching as she watched it and wet her lips in anticipation of her next move.

Ryan could not see her, she was still lurking beneath the blanket, a huge mound from Ryan's perspective with pointed horns that tented the sheets above her head. She finally threw back the covers so that he could see what she was doing to him, her yellow eyes reflecting what little light penetrated the blinds as she looked up at him, teasing the tip of his erection with her finger.

"Your manhood beats between my lips like a heart," she said, stroking it and watching a pulse of pleasure tear through him. "The men of this age are so impeccably groomed. You have the scent of soaps and perfumes about you, as if you were an expensive courtesan."

She chuckled to herself at the thought, but the comment surprised him. It was if she had expected him to smell bad or to have poor hygiene, but he guessed that ancient tribesman might not have had access to electric razors and shower gel...

She bit her claw as if she were chewing a fingernail, peering up at him with a wry smile, the cogs turning in her head as she decided what to subject him to next.

"How you squirmed when I took you into my gullet," she mused, Ryan's brow furrowing at her teasing. "Tell me, did your lover never do that for you?"

"I...no, we weren't very inventive in bed," he stammered as he struggled to collect his thoughts.

"Then we will have to make up for lost time..."

She took his erection in her hand and slammed her face down on it, driving his member up to the base as she buried it in her throat. Ryan groaned like he had been punched in the gut, doubling over as a spasm of almost painfully intense pleasure tore through him, then he fell back to the mattress and tried to compose himself as she peered up at him with a gleeful expression. She was relentless, her teasing apparently done with, sliding her lips back up his shaft only to push down again and swallow his length to the hilt.

Her head bobbed in his lap, her lips pursed as she applied suction, keeping her cheeks tight against his member so that they stroked him with every thrust. His tender underside rubbed against her slippery tongue as it lay beneath him, squirming and undulating as she swallowed excess saliva from their messy coupling, the muscles of her throat drawing him deeper and milking him in unbearable waves.

His breath came in staggered gasps, Ryan pushing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he tried to stave off the pleasure, his toes curling as she wound her agile tongue around his erection and her slimy drool leaked from her lips to wet his thighs and belly. She had brought him to heights of arousal that he would not have thought possible, and now she was going to finish him off, as merciless and as efficient as an executioner at the chopping block.

This was nothing like what he was used to, the sensation was not concentrated in his loins, but rather spread through his whole body like a fog of tingling static. He could feel it in every muscle, in every bone, and he gritted his teeth as she brought her head down again to kiss the base of his member with her smooth lips. It was wet enough so as to be almost frictionless, his cock coated in a layer of her viscous saliva, fat strands of it hanging from her chin as she maintained her cruel pace.

He could scarcely parse the sensations that she was subjecting him to. The tight suction of her puffy lips and soft cheeks, the frenzied motions of her slippery tongue as it lashed and coiled around his throbbing shaft, the feeling of her throat muscles as they pressed around his glans and massaged it with rhythmic contractions as she swallowed. She watched him with those amber eyes, smoldering in the darkness, drinking in his every twitch as he neared the peak of his ecstasy.

He turned his head, burying his face in the pillows in a futile attempt to stifle his unbecoming moan, pressing the plush fabric against his red cheeks in an effort to hide his expression from her. It didn't work, however. She could sense the arousal and embarrassment on him like a bloodhound, watching his emotions play out as he experienced them.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around one of her twisted horns, holding her tightly as she released his hips from her grip, allowing him to thrust into her throat reflexively as his faculties left him and he bucked like a beast in heat.

For a brief moment, nothing existed besides the wracking pleasure, his muscles seizing as his orgasm crashed over him in crippling waves. His spine rose from the mattress beneath, now damp with sweat and saliva, a heavy wad of his ejaculate hitting the back of her waiting throat as she held him in her mouth. Again and again, he was buffeted by that electrical pleasure, like a boat on a rough sea whose only option was to ride out the storm, his muscles wrenching as they forced his emission from his body. He felt as if it might never end, like someone was pulling a knotted rope out of him through his twitching cock, Nahash sucking and licking dotingly as she drank from the source.

He shot one last rope of his emission into her eager throat, feeling her muscles draw it down as she swallowed obediently, and she finally let his aching erection fall from her mouth along with a sordid concoction of their fluids. The mess slid down his shaft in globs, milky, sticky syrup that clung to his skin and connected her lips to his pulsing member in thick strings. She licked her lips with her prehensile tongue and then wrapped it around his member to clean off the residue, a stray aftershock disturbing him as he wallowed in his euphoria.

"As sweet as honey," she whispered, her tone lurid as he looked down at her. She crawled up his body like a predatory cat about to deliver a killing bite, somewhat menacing with her glowing eyes and sinister horns, but she collapsed in the bed beside him and ran her fingers lightly across his belly instead. She hooked a hand around his head, pulling his face into her cleavage, burying him in her plump sweater meat as he recovered from his climax.

She chuckled to herself, not needing to see his expression to know what he was feeling, and they lay together for a while as he caught his breath and regained what composure that he could muster. It was a struggle to save from falling asleep, the bed was so warm and soft, and her body was so lush and inviting. Her earthy scent filled his nostrils as he pushed his face between breasts that he could have fit his head inside several times over, her skin as smooth as glass, the placating heat that radiated from her body sedating him. She combed his hair with her claws, pleasant shivers coursing up and down his spine. But as his eyelids began to grow heavy, she prodded him with her finger.

"I am to blame for you coming to associate my body with sleep, but we are far from done." She rolled onto her back, releasing him from her cleavage and spreading her thick thighs in invitation as she kicked away the sheets. "Let the favor be repaid to he who repays a favor."

"Is that some kind of proverb?" Ryan mumbled, rising to his hands and knees unsteadily.

"One of the earliest, though if you never visited the banks of the Euphrates around 3300 BC, you can be forgiven for not recognizing it."

He shuffled between her parted thighs, each as tall as he was as he kneeled before her on the mattress, like two pillars wrapped in milky skin that tapered into the furry legs of a satyr. He could have reached out and hugged one, and his hands would scarcely have met on the other side, such was the girth of her supple fat and the taut muscle that lay beneath.

Nahash looked down at him over the mounds of her breasts, spreading under their own weight as gravity took hold of them, the twin bed barely long enough to accommodate her stature. She leaned forward and planted a hand on his head, pushing his face down towards her loins as he began to blush once again.

"It means go down on me, has pleasure made you foolish? Don't worry, you'll enjoy this more than you might imagine."

As his cheeks brushed the smooth surface of her inner thighs, he felt the heat that emanated from her loins on his lips, her earthy scent giving way to a deeply sexual musk that awoke something primal and greedy in him. He spread her flushed lips with his fingers, exposing the pink, glistening flesh beneath her porcelain skin. Though somewhat larger in scale than what he was used to, there were no obvious irregularities, and he leaned in to drag his tongue across her vulva. She shivered appreciatively, batting her long lashes as she looked down at him, one of her hands vanishing as it was engulfed by the meat of her breast and she began to play with herself.

She was so wet, a stream of clear fluid leaking from her twitching opening as he traced the folds and details of her anatomy with his tongue, her womanhood almost hot enough to burn him. She was feverish, excited, her thighs quivering around his head as he lapped and mouthed. She tasted sour and metallic, but not unpleasant, and he would have been too aroused to care anyway. He was sporting a raging erection again, still aching from prior use, as hard as steel as that sweet aroma that emanated from her hooked its claws into his brain.

"Not...bad," Nahash muttered, chewing on her claw again as she rested her hand in his hair. "But allow me to...motivate you..."

He felt a strange sensation wash over him, giving him pause as he ceased his licking for a moment. It made him feel a little dizzy, as if he had just stood up too quickly. A warmth came over him, penetrating him to the core, almost like someone had wrapped him up in a comfortable sleeping bag. He became a little drowsy, moreso than before, his mind fogging as he tried to parse what was happening to him.

She must be playing mind tricks on him again, like she did when she lulled him into a deep sleep, or when she had meddled with his senses to make that glass of water taste like wine. He felt a pressure on his head, Nahash pushing him back down, his lips returning to her labia as his tongue darted forth obediently.

His eyes widened as he tasted her syrupy juices. Gone was her natural flavor, replaced by a sweetness that could only have come from a ripe and succulent fruit. All reservations abandoned, he mouthed and kissed with a fervor that surprised even himself, her honeyed emissions dripping from his chin as she held him there with a firm grip on his hair.

It was like eating out a grapefruit, her slick flesh conveying the flavors of exotic fruits and ripe forest berries, too many to distinguish as their aroma played across his taste buds. There was the flavor of a red wine, the unmistakable hint of sweet honey, what could have been the sharp tang of melon or pineapple.

She ground her hips against his face, her viscous juices wetting her thighs and hanging from his lips in ropes, Ryan unable to help himself as she warped his perception with her magick.

"Do you find my taste...appealing?" Nahash asked wryly, craning her fluffy neck to watch covetously as he licked the sticky juices from her inner thighs. He nodded, his lips roaming back down to her vulva, pushing his tongue deep into her opening and driving a bestial grunt from her throat as he dug for more of the ambrosial liquid. It was the most wonderful thing that he had ever tasted, as if someone had fermented a heavenly wine from the orchards and vineyards of paradise, flowing from her like nectar from a flower.

"It seems that you have a sweet tooth," she crooned as she ran her claws over his scalp, Ryan trembling at her touch. "Truth be told, I could make your fantasies a reality. Your darkest and most depraved desires could be brought to light and made manifest, the impossible made real, your addled mind would not know the difference. Your senses do not define your reality, only your mind is capable of that, and the mind can be corrupted and influenced."

She closed her soft thighs around his head, trapping him and pulling him deeper as he scoured her sodden flesh with his warm tongue, her breathing becoming deeper and less regular.

"But when I look into your heart, I see nothing but my own visage. It appears that 'I' am your fantasy..."

He looked up over her mound, the subtle tuft of delicate fur where her pubic hair would have been tickling his nose, and as he listened to her hypnotic voice he wondered if those beautiful fireflies that floated about her twisted horns had always been there...

"To long for the hand of a demon," she chuckled, her tone salacious as if she were gossiping about her lover with a friend. "None before you have dared to entertain such a thought. If it is borne from ignorance or from conviction, I care not. I intend to indulge you, sweet, tender boy..."

She pushed him back down to continue his work, sighing contentedly as he slipped a finger inside her, the powerful muscles of her passage gripping him like a fist and attempting to draw him deeper. He couldn't get over how good she tasted, wherever his tongue roamed he encountered some new flavor, like juicy berries bursting in his mouth. Despite her size, she was impressively tight, her pelvic floor muscles bearing down on his digit with surprising ferocity.

He curled his finger inside her, her exquisite fluids leaking around it, tremors rippling through her massive body to make her thighs quiver and her tunnel tighten as he stimulated her.

That alluring scent had never gone away, and his member ached for her, as if some pheromone was commanding him to mount her and bury his manhood to the hilt in her undulating tunnel. Her insides were like damp satin, so smooth and soft that it drove him wild to imagine what those delicate walls would feel like were they to enclose his shaft, wringing him of his seed as nature demanded. He had never felt so virile, nor had he ever encountered a woman so fertile, and why should a spirit of nature and lust be anything less?

As her excitement mounted, he could have sworn that he glimpsed creepers growing across the headboard of the bed. Their vines sprouted fat, red grapes and colorful flowers bloomed before his eyes, but he couldn't be sure if what he was seeing was just a hallucination. A monarch butterfly perched on one of her horns, flapping its colorful wings, those fireflies hovering about her head like a field of stars.

"Don't get distracted," she cooed, her voice penetrating his fugue like a hot knife through butter. It was hypnotic, musical, and he felt compelled to obey her as he resumed his work.

He slid his tongue up her vulva, her damp walls gripping his finger with shocking force as he brushed something firm and erect, the colorful foliage that was growing around the bed jittering like the image on an old satellite television with a bad signal. He regained some of his clarity for a moment, smiling to himself as he realized that he had broken her concentration if only for a brief second, then the warmth washed over him again and the flowers bloomed in even brighter colors.