Love & Brimstone

While Lizabeth's actions were, in all honesty, sloppy, she more than made up for it with them all being in earnest. Her touch was soft and gentle as she moved a hand further up to tenderly massage Tia's pointed ear, an action that commonly made the demoness act like little more than an oversized house cat. Resting a large hand on Liz's hip, Tia chuffed quietly into the kiss, a noise that made the nun giggle, pulling away slowly with Tia's bottom lip still between her teeth.

"I love you, Tiamet." Liz hummed contentedly, still holding Tia's face with a soft smile.

Tiamet hesitated for a moment, her pupils dilating to little more than slits before her lips parted. "Tiaggoreth... That's my true name. You may have it. I trust you will not use it against me." Tiamet spoke, averting her gaze, at least until a stroke from Liz's thumb prompted it to return.

"I wouldn't dream of it. Not even in the wildest." The nun said in a hushed voice, beginning to settle herself into Tia's lap further.

A smile slowly spread across Tiamet's face, her other hand coming to grasp Liz's hip, the woman's middle nearly encircled by the demon's fingers.

"I love you as well, my dear Lizabeth. Should something ever happen to you or should we ever go our separate ways, I will guard your beautiful soul with all I have." The immortal breathed, her voice quiet yet confident. "As long as you have this, I will be there." Tia's clawed finger came up to tap the pendant hanging around Liz's neck.

Glancing down at the necklace for a moment, Liz could think of nothing else to do aside from wrapping her arms behind Tia's neck and throwing herself into another kiss. Allowing herself to be laid back, Tiamet wrapped her hands around Liz's middle once again, finding satisfaction in the fact that her claws met behind the woman's back. For a time, Tia continued to allow the nun to do as she pleased, at least until the redhead slid herself back to press against the demon's still-hardened length. Having overcome much of her embarrassment, Lizabeth pulled back to gauge Tia's reaction, only to blink in confusion as she realized she was seeing stars again. However, after blinking hard, she realized that the supposed stars she was seeing, weren't just in her eyes, nor were they stars at all. Rather, they were harsh sparks flicking from the corners of the demoness' eyes, which were wide and blazing with reignited desire.

With a firm hold on the nun's waist, Tiamet rolled the pair over, earning a soft gasp from Liz. In the new position, Lizabeth was free to look down at the twitching organ poised between her legs. Tia's length, like many other aspects of her, was suitably monstrous. Throbbing rhythmically and bright orange, like molten rock, the size in and of itself, while fitting to a demon, was nearly too much for the average human. Fortunately the immortal was able to alleviate that problem with a little of her magic but that still left the solid ridges along the top of her length, starting at the thick knot of flesh at the base and ending at the tapered tip.

After breaking the spell Tiamet's cock had put her under for a time, Lizabeth slowly turned her eyes back to the demon's face, smiling nervously at the Cheshire grin plastered across it. Despite her gaze being fixated on Tiamet, Liz couldn't help but notice the flickering of the candles in her room, as if a breeze had begun to blow through it, threatening to put out the meager flames.

Sliding her hands along Lizabeth's body, letting her claws sink into the nun's flesh ever so slightly, Tiamet let out a contented sigh, one which expelled smoke that smelled strongly of brimstone. With the slight amount of time her mouth was open, Lizabeth caught a glimpse of a dark red glow in the back of Tia's throat, even though it was obscured by serrated teeth. While for a moment it seemed as though Tia was losing control, her wild eyes calmed for a moment and she rested a hand on her lover's cheek, pressing her thumb against soft lips.

"You know what to say if you want me to stop." She husked, before leaning in to kiss the nun one last time, moving her lips close to her ear afterward, voice little more than a growl as she spoke. "Now I'm going to make you scream for me."

With that, Lizabeth was swiftly rolled onto her front, claws cutting into her skin as Tiamet's hands dragged across her body. Before Lizabeth could say a word, a heavy hand placed itself on the back of her neck, palm pressing between her shoulder blades and forcing her into the thin mattress. Hooking her free hand beneath the nun's hips, the demoness pulled the redhead's ass upwards, sliding her hand around to knead the pillowy flesh. Parting with a swift smack that left a handprint and a set of red scratches, which earned a pleasured whimper from the nun, Tia took hold of her engorged length and slid it between Liz's legs, dragging the ridges across the woman's sex.

Lizabeth gasped as each ridge slid across her clit, catching and delivering shocking waves of stimulation. A low chuckle echoed from Tiamet as the woman beneath her gasped and moaned, wriggling her hips as if she didn't know what to do with herself. Lazily thrusting against the nun a few more times, the demoness began to bore of the repetitive action, instead pulling her hips back until the tapered tip of her molten cock was pressed firmly between Lizabeth's lips. The nun mewled at the sudden heat pressed against her entrance, trying to look back over her shoulder at Tia, only for the demon to apply more pressure to her back, ceasing the movement.

"No matter how many times we do this, I never tired of this part." The immortal sighed, taking hold of Lizabeth's hip, allowing her talons to sink into soft flesh. "Beg for it." She commanded plainly.

For a moment, Lizabeth remained quiet, her mouth open as she panted against the sheets. Her whole body buzzed with anticipation, pain radiating from the places Tia had been careless with her claws in a way that made her quiver with excitement. However, despite the powerful hand on the back of her neck, how easily Tiamet could take what she wanted, and how much Lizabeth herself wanted to feel the demoness bury her cock deep inside her, the nun never voiced any such words. After a few more moments of silence, Tiamet growled lowly, her hand shifting further up, fingers sliding along Liz's scalp until they closed around a fistful of hair. The threat was made clear but Lizabeth still remained quiet, bringing a hand to her mouth and sinking her teeth into a knuckle. Frustration and excitement bubbled up inside Tiamet at the defiance, her tail flicking about behind her.

"It was not a question, mortal. I told you, to beg!" Tia's voice was far firmer than it had been before, sending shivers down Lizabeth's spine.

Still, Lizabeth remained quiet, save for the yelp that forced itself from her throat as she was pulled upwards by the hand in her hair. Whipping around from behind her, Tiamet's tail slithered along the nun's belly, the thin stinger at the tip ever so slightly pressing into her neck. Roughly groping one of the nun's breasts, Tiamet whispered harshly at the woman.

"Would you like me to sting you? Make it so you have no free will in this matter. Perhaps I'll pump enough venom in to ruin you. Make you little more than my personal cocksleeve."

Shuddering at the words, Lizabeth craned her neck to get a look at her lover, managing to catch her gaze for a split second, where she flashed a smirk at the demoness. In the next moments, Lizabeth was released, allowing her to collapse forward onto the bed, much to her confusion. Turning herself over, Lizabeth was just in time to see Tiamet over by her desk, pinching out the flame of the nearly spent candle, an action that subsequently put out all the other lights in the room. With the only illumination being the silver rays of pale moonlight that poured through the window, Liz peered into the shadows, surprised she couldn't catch even a glimpse of the normally hulking demon.

"Mh eaar ulwadylz dajy." Tiamet's voice rang out in the room, speaking in her native tongue. "I should turn you into nothing more than a brood mother for imps. Perhaps then you would reflect on your disrespect."

As she spoke, a dim red light flickered across the room in front of Lizabeth. Before long, the nun realized what it was and she shivered at the sight before her. Providing an ominous backlight for whetted teeth, was the red glow emanating from Tiamet's throat. Above the glowing crimson grin appeared two flaming orbs, embers flitting upwards from them and snuffing out. Lizabeth's breath caught in her throat at the sight, cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck as her hair stood on end. If Liz wanted to say anything, her throat would not allow it, closing up as her pulse quicked, instincts screaming that she was in danger.

"However, I can be a merciful being. Even in the face of such insolence. So I will give you one, single, more chance. Remember this is no question, no choice. I command thee, beg. Beg for my forgiveness." Tiamet spoke, her voice eerily calm and even, rage lying just beneath the surface.

Despite her dry throat and pounding heart, Lizabeth's lips began to move, although she failed to find her voice at first, prompting her to slide off the bed and kneel before the shadow of the demoness', clasping her hands together as if she were at morning prayer.

"I-I... Please forgive me, Tiamet. I apologize for everything. For my disrespect, insolence, or any other way I wronged you. I implore you, to forgive me. Gods..." Lizabeth trailed off, bowing her head as she finished, only turning her gaze upwards as she heard Tiamet take a heavy step forward.

Talons scraped across the wooden floorboards with Tiamet's deliberate steps, moonlight illuminating her clawed, digitigrade feet, four toes adorning each, with a small dewclaw near her ankle. The sound of scales sliding across wood reached Lizabeth's ears as Tiamet's tail pressed itself under her chin, prompting the woman to look up at her.

"You poor, poor, silly girl. No gods are listening to you right now. Not while I'm here." Tiamet's grin glowed brighter as she looked down at Lizabeth's widening eyes. "You threw away any connection to those divines the moment you summoned me. No god wants a sinner that associates with a devil."

While the implications of Tiamet's words rang through Lizabeth's head, a thought sprang into the nun's mind, one that made her stomach churn with both excitement and nervousness. Not allowing herself time to think it over, she simply moved her lips.

"Then I will follow you instead, goddess." Lizabeth husked, heart, pounding in her ears as she stared up at the grinning shadow before her.

While her smile remained, Tiamet was silent, surprised by the woman's words. Slowly, her thoughts churned, arousal rising in her mind as she let her imagination wander. Allowing the illusions she created to fade somewhat, Tiamet lowered herself to Lizabeth's level, encompassing the nun's folded hands in one of her own.

"Then my first follower is what you shall be." The newly created goddess hummed. "And for bestowing me with such a thing, I will give you a gift."

Rising back to her full height, Tiamet pulled Lizabeth up with her, striding over to the window and shoving the desk in front of it out of the way without care, spent candle and book clattering to the ground. Before the redhead could fully process what was happening, she had been pressed against the frosty stained glass, and suspended in the air by the immortal's iron grip. Staring out at the courtyard for a moment, Lizabeth couldn't help but notice two figures ducking into the groundskeeper's shed, however, that fact was overshadowed by the feeling of her goddess' monstrous shaft finally entering her.

Arousal dripped down Lizabeth's inner thighs as Tiamet fed more and more of her length into the nun, each ridge popping inside with a small spike of pleasure. Desperate moans slipped from Lizabeth's lips as Tia's knot pushed against her. Pressing her hands against the window, the woman balled them into fists as her goddess withdrew her length, only to slide it back inside, repeating the same process of the thick ridges catching and pleasuring her more than any normal cock could. Lizabeth's moans grew from desperate to feverish as Tiamet's movements began to speed up, although they remained restrained at a constant pace, even when the immortal felt her pleasure mounting. Despite the stimulation, Lizabeth couldn't help but hear Tia's words echo in her mind and she managed to find her voice.

"W-what is the gift, you plan to give me?" She asked, voice quivering as she was thrust into.

Chuckling at the question, Tiamet bowed her head as her tail curled around the leg of the discarded desk, nearly cracking it. "I plan to give you, what many divines bestow upon few precious mortals."

While Tiamet didn't truly answer the question, the growing strength in her thrusts, and how she was beginning to push Lizabeth downwards to meet them, tipped the nun in the right direction. Despite her mind being addled by melting pleasure, the fiery-haired woman eventually came to a conclusion, one that made her gasp.

Just as it came together in the mortal's mind, Tiamet let out a particularly loud grunt, and rather than pull out at the pinnacle of her thrust, her grip on Lizabeth's arms tightened, pulling the woman down onto her knot, which was beginning to swell. With wide eyes, Lizabeth stared up at the moon as she felt her entrance stretch to accommodate the divine's knot, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. With a sudden lurch, Lizabeth fell another couple of inches, Tiamet's cock locking itself inside her as the immortal groaned in satisfaction, length swelling as her sack prepared to empty its holy, infernal seed. Reaching up to grip one of the taller woman's horns, Lizabeth rolled her head back as she felt the first, heavy spurt of cum surge up through Tiamet's cock, flooding deep inside her as it was followed by a second and third. After that, Lizabeth lost count, as she was pushed over the edge, screaming in bliss as she was thrust forcefully into nirvana.

The two remained coupled against the window for some time, panting heavily as each came down from their high, sweat rolling down their bodies as they returned to reality. The sound of chirping crickets made itself known as the quiet of the night set in, now that the pair of lovers had finished their tryst. Adjusting her grip to be more comfortable for the nun, Tiamet broke the silence.

"I apologize, Lizabeth. I went too far with that didn't I?" She asked, tucking her face into the nun's hair out of shame.

"No, not at all! Don't feel bad my love, I enjoyed every second, promise." Liz responded without a moment's hesitation.

Lizabeth's reassurance brought a small smile to Tiamet's face, who took a few careful steps back to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping a view of the moon for the pair to look at. The two still firmly locked together.

"I'm excited, Tia. I always wanted a family. And I worried I wouldn't get a chance to have one here." Lizabeth sighed, leaning back into the demon, whose cheeks had a hefty blush spread across them.

"I... I'm glad. I hadn't thought you'd want to, keep... it." Tia admitted, resting her chin on Lizabeth's head. "Not that I'm against doing so, I wasn't sure I'd get to have a true family either honestly. Inferno isn't exactly a... homely, place."

"Well, good thing you're here with me then." the nun whispered. Prompting a soft hum of acknowledgment from the demon.

For a long while, the pair simply stared out the window at the slowly shifting moon, one admiring the silver light and the other pondering the cracks sprawling its surface.

"I suppose I'll have to send you back soon though..." Lizabeth whispered, sounding crestfallen.

"You will. But don't think of that, my dear. Think of how I won't be gone forever." Tiamet hushed, taking Liz's hands in her own.

Silence fell over the two once again, Lizabeth keeping her gaze upwards to halt the flow of any tears, failing in the end as she turned to rest her cheek against her lover.,

"I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Tia reassured, although her lover remained silent for a good while.

"I love you, Tiamet."

"I love you too, Lizabeth."

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