Goetic Justice

Her grip on his hair grew tighter as he pressed his lips around her clitoris, drawing it out from beneath its protective hood and sucking it into mouth, running his warm tongue across its smooth surface as her massive hips began to grind and gyrate. Her passage was crushing his finger as he slid it around inside her, her contractions coming hard and strong, her rippling muscles rolling down the length of his digit as if trying to pull it deeper.

Her honeyed juices spilled forth as her excitement grew, and he couldn't help but lap at the clear fluid, the flavors of oranges and ripe strawberries filling his mouth. She shivered with delight, watching him with a lurid gaze as he cleaned the burnished skin of her inner thighs, licking and sucking as strings of it clung to his lips.

He returned his attention to her hard protrusion, circling it with his organ, a salacious mixture of his saliva and her thick emissions making their contact wet and slippery. She tugged his hair and pushed his face down, her thighs closing firmly around his head like a trap, her skin cool against his burning cheeks and sticky with residue. The squashy fat cushioned him, but the muscles beneath were as strong and as hard as steel cables, they would have needed to be in order to support her massive body.

"Do not falter," she gasped, her ample chest rising and falling rapidly as he battered her clitoris with his tongue. He slipped another finger inside her, her undulating muscles pressing them together almost painfully, and she growled her delight like a beast of the forest. Her hips moved robotically, grinding as if she was trying to fuck his fingers, losing her composure as her pleasure mounted. Ryan wrapped his arm around one of the thighs that enclosed his head in an attempt to gain more purchase, finding that it was too girthy for him to get his hand all the way around it, and he kept his lips locked around her firm nub of flesh as he painted shapes on its tender surface.

"It's been so long," she whined, her heavy butt rising from the mattress as she writhed. "Too long without a body, too long an absence from the pleasures of the flesh. I need this..."

Her husky voice trailed off into a pained sigh as he caught her fleshy bud between his lips and his tongue, squeezing it gently before resuming his dutiful licking. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, reaching a fever pitch, her thighs tightening around his head and the grip of her clawed fingers in his hair unrelenting. She rolled her hips against his face, coating him in her sweet nectar, Ryan doing his utmost to keep up the pace as she neared her peak.

She doubled over and sat up on the bed, her breath catching in her throat, still and silent for a brief moment like the calm that preceded a storm. She took in a staggered gulp of air, her burnished thighs trembling around his red cheeks, her pendulant breasts swaying enticingly with the sudden motion. She threw her head back down to the pillows, her crown of gnarled horns impaling them like stuck pigs and carving deep ruts in the wooden headboard, her long spine rising from the mattress as her muscles seized and she loosed a rumbling growl that might have frightened Ryan had he been of sound mind. The small, white feathers that stuffed the pillows burst forth as she ripped them open, raining down on them like snow.

She fucked the air reflexively as her first orgasm in eons set her newly minted nerves aflame, wracking pleasure coursing through her like a backdraft, a flood of her divine emission escaping from her twitching passage to spill past his fingers and dampen the bed sheets. He hung on to her bucking body, Nahash tearing into the mattress with her claws as she endured the throes of her climax, the sound of ripping fabric audible over her guttural moans and the creaking bed springs. The flowers and vines that had appeared from nowhere crackled with static, somehow visible to his mind, but not to his eyes as he glanced at them. She was too distracted to maintain her illusion, the taste of her emission turning sour and metallic on his tongue, but Ryan couldn't have cared less in that moment. He didn't let up, mouthing and kissing her sensitive loins to draw out every last twitch and sigh, her reflexive thrusting slowing gradually as she lowered herself back down onto the bed.

She released his head from between her plump thighs, her tight grip on his hair turning to gentle stroking, and his face rose above her sodden mound to see her peering down at him with glowing eyes. Her come dripped from his chin in a sagging web as he stared up at her, the warm, tingling sensation of her magick renewed. The verdant creepers had covered the headboard in a leafy mesh, their fat grapes ripe enough to burst, their splayed flowers leaking sap as butterflies in a myriad of colors flapped their wings as they flew between them. It was dark in the room, and yet he could have sworn that he saw the glint of sunlight on them as they fluttered. A ring of fireflies circled around Nahash's horns like a halo as she sat up and leaned forward, cupping his slimy face in her hand and pressing their lips together, her serpentine tongue snaking forth to fill his mouth.

She embraced him clumsily, greedily, tasting her own juices on him but not showing any sign of caring. She was ferocious, pulling him up into her arms and sitting cross-legged, depositing him in her lap as she forced a deep and probing kiss on him. Her hallucinogenic magick came on stronger than ever as he felt her roving muscle pushing into his throat, her claws pricking his skin as she lay him back, the now familiar warmth of her powers becoming a heat as it spread through his body like a fever.

Above her was a field of stars, smearing across the sky as if seen through an overexposed camera, drawing mesmerizing trails as he watched them with drooping eyelids. The fireflies blinked their ghostly lights as they floated about her horns, a cloud of pulsing, green beacons that drifted on an invisible breeze. Her eyes stared into his soul, like two burning orbs of molten glass, her horizontal pupils blacker than black.

He twisted in her arms, doing his best to meet her lascivious kiss, the taste of her saliva now akin to the fruity aroma of her fluids as his tongue wrestled with hers. He felt her hands roaming across his body, more than two, but his alarm was short lived as his addled brain surmised that it was all part of the illusion. It was like an acid trip, she had never made him see or feel this much at once before. Every sense that he possessed was under her command. Sight, taste and touch, all puppets dancing to the tune of her pipe.

He writhed as the hands stroked him. It felt as if there were a dozen of them, but when he directed his eyes to the source of the sensations, he saw nothing. Still, it wasn't necessary to actually see them. It was convincing enough that if he closed his eyes, they might as well have been real.

Soft palms caressed his chest and belly, sharp claws tracing his jugular and running down his back as the phantom limbs had their way with him, leaving not an inch of skin untouched as the teasing fingers explored. She kept up her kissing, her lips curling into a smile as it dragged on, the phantom hands gripping his inner thighs and brushing his ribs. She stroked his cheek dotingly, Ryan unsure of whether that was her real hand or just a hallucination, feeling another close its fingers lightly around his throat.

They stroked his hair, tracing the arch of his spine, squeezing his butt and roaming near his loins as the room seemed to melt away around him until he and Nahash were alone in a void of inky darkness. They gripped his wrists and ankles, restraining him as though they belonged to an adventurous lover, the loss of control somehow exciting to him. He felt a fist grip his member, pumping slowly, another cradling his balls as still a third drew circles on his belly with its claw. Nahash's wanton kissing did not relent, her tongue writhing in his head as if it had a life of its own, warm and agile as it tasted him in places that no human organ would have been able to reach.

Despite how good it felt, how real those questing fingers seemed, his mind was hazy, and his perception was so obviously altered. It felt like he was reliving a half-remembered dream, the finer details escaping him. He was drunk on Nahash's magick, and his head spun as her affectionate handjob hastened.

He felt warm breath on his right ear, then the left, Ryan struggling to open his heavy eyelids to see Nahash looking down on him from above. He heard a soft whisper and then a disembodied mouth nibbled his ear, a second planting a sucking kiss on his neck. He couldn't take much more of this, it was overwhelming, so indulgent that he would not have imagined such a scenario even in his most depraved and selfish fantasies.

"Do you like this?" Nahash's voice whispered in his left ear.

"Do you want...more?" Her voice was coming from the right this time, lurid and seductive as he felt a slippery tongue glance his neck.

"I could drown you," left.

"In a sea of pleasure," right.

"Test your sanity," left.

"With a trial of a thousand tongues," right.

He shivered violently, overcome by the sensations, too much stimulation happening all at once. The illusion melted away, his awareness clawing its way back to the surface as if he was waking from a dream. He blinked, shaking his head to clear it, looking up at Nahash's face and the bare ceiling above her. The stars were gone, there was no forest of vines growing on the headboard, and he felt only two hands on his body.

"I sensed that it was too much for you," she said apologetically, "perhaps I should have built up to that."

He caught his breath, glad to be back in reality with his perception unaltered, but he appreciated the effort on her part all the same. It had felt amazing, indescribable, but it had been too much of a shock to his system.

"What...was that?"

"I took the reigns of your senses, directing them as I pleased. It is a trivial task to simulate grasping hands or questing lips. Your own imagination does most of the work for me, I simply have to use a little suggestion in order to send it down the right path."

"I knew that you could influence emotions and fiddle with senses, but not to that degree. That was...amazing, and a little scary," he chuckled. She could read his emotions, and so she must know that he wasn't angry or upset, yet still he felt the need to reassure her. It was no different than a lover springing an unannounced fetish on an unsuspecting partner, it had been a surprise, but he could get used to it.

"Yeah, let's build up to that," he said. "Maybe two extra hands instead of a dozen next time."

She placed a hand on his chest and lay him on his back, straddling him, lowering herself on her massive thighs to get close enough that her loins brushed against his renewed erection. His skin slid against her slick flesh, rubbing against her glistening vulva, damp with her fresh excitement. Refractory period wasn't in her vocabulary apparently, and he felt his heart quicken at the thought of finally being inside her, feeling those silken walls closing around him to wring him of his ejaculate.

She drew shapes on his chest with her claws, leering at him as she towered above him, and she wet her lips hungrily with her long tongue.

"Let us forego magick, then. We are here to indulge in earthly pleasures, after all, sins of flesh and bone. I'll put this new body through its paces. I want to test every nerve, remind myself of what I've been missing for all these centuries."

He lifted his hands, sinking his fingers into the meat of her thigh and the subtle paunch of her belly that protruded over her waistline, those luscious breasts hanging just out of his reach due to her exaggerated height. She slipped a hand between her splayed legs and took hold of his erection, his member twitching in her palm as she guided it towards her opening, pausing for a moment to let the thick strands of her excitement fall to roll down the shaft. She caught some of the clear fluid in her hand and rubbed it up and down his length, covering it in the slippery mess and biting her lip at the lewdness of the act.

She liked her lovemaking wet and lurid. Ryan couldn't complain, there was something to be said for letting go of your inhibitions and fucking as if there would be no cleanup after the sordid deed was done.

She pulled back his foreskin with her fingers, exposing his tender glans and rubbing it between her flushed lips, his flesh gliding against hers as the dripping juices made it slippery.

"Obey your nature," she said, planting a hand on the mattress beside his head to support herself as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Don't think, just do, feel that primal lust and let it rule you. Man presumes to be more than a simple beast, but even a tame hound answers the howl of the wolf. You are not as far removed from your four-legged cousins as you think yourselves to be. Now rut," she snarled, "let us make the forest itself blush at our fervor."

Ryan was not as verbose or as eloquent as Nahash, and so he answered her invitation by gripping her wide hips for purchase, thrusting up into her. There was a brief moment of resistance, and then his shaft penetrated her, the harsh sensation causing them to gasp in unison. Despite his member being drenched in her fluids, her passage gripped him with all the tightness of a fist, her powerful muscles bearing down on him and wringing him as a shudder rolled through her body.

"Yes..." Nahash sighed, her sinuous tongue lolling from her mouth and reaching down almost to her cleavage. "Hold nothing back, I want to feel that ache again. It's been so long..."

There was so much pressure, her insides sucking on him like an eager mouth, the undulations of her muscles rolling up his shaft from the base to the head as they attempted to draw him deeper. Her flesh was smooth and as soft as silk, luxuriant as it pressed around his member to fit it like a latex glove, her viscous emissions making their contact slippery and gooey.

He let gravity pull him back down, his butt returning to the mattress, only the tip of his pulsing erection remaining lodged inside her as he watched the fat globs of her excitement roll down his shaft. It looked more like melted plastic than a liquid, thick and creamy, strings of it connecting her mound to his belly.

She let herself fall on him, driving him into the mattress as her considerable bulk landed on him, impaling herself on his cock. The bed springs creaked their protest as her massive thighs clamped around his hips along with most of his torso, Nahash enraptured by the sensation of his rigid organ plunging her depths, her tunnel clenching around him as her muscles seized and she loosed a bestial grunt.

Ryan was a little intimidated by her vigor. She was so much larger and stronger than him, and despite being far lighter than she looked, she was still damned heavy. Would she keep her own instincts under control? Did he want her to? She could sense his emotional state, but that might not count for anything if she was too distracted by their coupling to pay any attention to him.

He winced as her pelvic floor muscles wrung his member, a jolt of harsh pleasure tearing through his nervous system. His body tried to buck reflexively, but she was too heavy to lift. She leaned down and planted her hands to either side of his head, her breasts at eye level to him due to her larger stature, their soft meat falling to smother him. Her delicate skin brushed his cheeks, the fat of her breasts spreading to envelop him, her earthy scent sending a fresh surge of arousal coursing through his veins.

He lifted his hands and took the liberty of mauling the massive globes, digging his fingers deep into her yielding flesh, as soft as melting butter and yet firm when he squeezed it. The doughy meat spilled between his fingers as they sank up to the knuckle, Nahash grumbling under her breath in that husky voice, Ryan turning his head up to look at her face from between her boobs. She was beset, those amber eyes meeting his gaze, and then it was his turn to loose a drawn-out sigh as she began to roll her hips.

She lifted off him painfully slowly, her passage sticking to him despite the copious lubrication that still poured from her hole. It was as if her body didn't want to let him go. He felt her tight muscles gripping his cock through her impossibly supple flesh, like a hand gloved in the finest silk as she dragged up his length.

When she reached her peak, poised above him, she let gravity bring her back down to drive him into her reaches with a force that knocked the air from his lungs. He buried his face in her chest, her bountiful breasts so copious that he could get lost in them, his hands like those of a child in comparison to her generous bust. He strained his neck to reach the feathery wool that started just above her cleavage, rubbing his face in the downy material, pushing into the nape of her neck and feeling it brush against his skin.

She found a slow, heavy pace, savoring every throb and flex of his cock as he writhed impotently beneath her. She was relentless, unwavering as she came down on him again and again, the lurid sounds of their wet lovemaking rising to his ears to make him seethe with embarrassment and arousal.

Nahash was so into this, it was as if she was in a trance, drunk on the pleasure as she gyrated and ground her insides against his erection as if trying to satisfy some maddening itch. Not only did she share the features of a human and an animal, but she made love in the same manner, inhumanly vigorous and with an insatiable appetite that seemed more like that of a beast in the throes of heat than a woman. It was raw and primordial, unfettered by such trivial concerns as modesty and moderation, utterly intoxicating.

She wasn't using any of her magick to manipulate his senses and yet he still felt as if she had put him under her spell. The warmth that radiated from her staved off the cold air in the room, her plump body and generous assets a playground for his groping hands, beads of salty sweat beginning to form where her velutinous skin was clear of her furry wool.

He lay back on the mattress and let the bliss consume him, always on the edge of orgasm but never quite reaching it. Was she changing her pace to keep him wanting? Was that something that she could sense?

She sat up straight, the warmth of her breasts leaving his face, and she took his wrists in her hands as she trembled with her excitement. She pinned him to the bed and looked down at him with a covetous expression on her face, that sinuous tongue leaving her mouth to dampen her pink lips as if to tease him. She slowed her bouncing and began to circle her hips, gyrating and grinding like a belly dancer, her percussive thrusts and fluid motions timed to a beat that only she seemed able to hear. The control that she exerted over her abdominal muscles was incredible as she undulated atop him, the slick walls of her sopping tunnel scouring his organ in new and exciting ways, a whirlwind of sensations that battered him from all sides as her heavy bosom swung in time with her hypnotic waltz.

Her hourglass hips rocked from side to side, the meat of her belly and thighs quivering as she moved, Ryan entranced by her deft and practiced display. It was as much a performance art as a sex act, there was a palpable texture and depth to it as she shimmied wildly, stimulating him with tiny vibrations from her hips before driving guttural groans from him with more forceful impacts that shook his bones.

He began to hear the music in his head, quiet at first as if it was coming from a great distance, but growing louder and clearer as he concentrated on it. At first, the beating of the drums could have been mistaken for blood rushing in his ears, or the sound of his own heart pounding against his ribcage. But as the whistle of a wind instrument and the twang of a string joined it, he realized that it was her magick at work.