Silent Vigil

Those wet, dexterous coils slowly wound themselves around his shaft, easing more of his fluids out of him with a milking motion that brought to mind images of farmhands toiling beneath dairy cows. Her tongue gripped him tightly, sliding from the base of his pulsing cock to the tip, wringing out every last drop that he could give her.

When he finally began to relax into the chair, the muscles in his stomach and thighs burning with the effort, he felt her lips make contact with his swollen member. The sensation sent another aftershock shooting through his post-coital bliss, Ethan letting slip a groan. They crawled down his shaft, his manhood so sensitive now that the feeling was almost unpleasant, Alecto beginning to suck rhythmically. Her doting tongue cleaned his shaft, the creature drawing him deeper into her mouth as she consumed the sordid product of their coupling.

She eventually released her breasts, letting their weight spread them apart, her snout reemerging as she licked her lips contentedly. Ethan looked down at her through the haze of his euphoria, noting that there wasn't a trace of the mess that he had made between her boobs, his member completely clean.

"The fluids produced by the union of a mortal and a Demon are imbued with powerful magick," she explained, leaning down and giving his still erect member a teasing lick. Ethan flinched, another jolt of pleasure coursing up his spine. "Now, I have enough energy to do this..."

She rose to her feet, Ethan's eyes drawn to her chest, her breasts bouncing with the motion. The healthy pink color had now extended down her torso, giving her toned belly and her powerful thighs a more natural hue. Her abs looked much the same as they had before, rock-hard muscles shifting beneath her skin, but the flesh that clung to her thighs and hips wobbled when she moved now. It looked as soft as memory foam, giving her otherwise firm body even more of a feminine allure.

The floor shook as Alecto stepped forward, the vibrations traveling up through the frame of the chair. She was large enough that she could straddle Ethan's recliner, the sharp talons on her fingers sinking deep into the faded leather just above his head as he shrank down into his seat. Her parted thighs occupied the two armrests entirely, their layer of husky fat spilling over the edges, her knees coming to rest on either side of the old chair. Much like her breasts had, her ample rear filled the space between them, burying his lower body in her cool flesh. He felt his member brush against her cheek, her tail coiling around one of his legs like a snake.

He glanced up to see her peering down at him over the mounds of her breasts, his eyes slowly moving down her body, the proximity of those sculpted abs making him falter for a moment. Beneath them was her perfectly smooth pubic mound, and lower still was a sight that made his heart leap. Between her round thighs was a pair of puffy lips, flushed a deeper rose than the surrounding skin, her spread legs parting them enough that a sliver of glistening pink was visible between them.

"Why are you staring like that?" she chuckled, her bust swaying with the motion. "You act like you've never seen a woman before. I don't want you to use your eyes, fool, use your tongue."

Her tail snaked up between her legs, its tip shaped like an arrowhead, reminding him of the classical depictions of Devils. She brought the appendage to her loins and pulled one of those meaty lips aside, exposing the delicate folds within. His mouth began to water as he watched a shining strand of her juices droop from them, falling to his naked chest. She was so close to him that he could feel the heat that she radiated, her body so imbued with new life that he could see her opening twitching in anticipation, so wet that she was practically drooling.

Like the story of Pygmalion that she had told him prior to their encounter, he found himself enamored, transfixed. Her perfection was inhuman. There wasn't a blemish on her skin, not a hair on her mound. It was a little distracting, his brain knew that what it was looking at wasn't real, every muscle was so masterfully sculpted that it could only have belonged to a statue hewn from marble.

Undeterred, he took the opportunity to run his hand along the considerable length of her inner thigh, admiring the indents that his fingers made in her flesh, feeling muscles like steel suspension cables tense as he passed over them. She shivered, perhaps not expecting such tenderness from him in return. After all, what cause did he have to please her? He would get his part of the bargain regardless of his performance.

That same hand wandered up to her toned midriff, his fingers tracing the deep channels that her bulging abdominal muscles cut into her flat stomach, each one the size of his balled fist. They were just as hard as the stone that they had sprung from, yet the skin that was stretched over them had the texture of satin, as smooth as glass and pleasantly warm to the touch. She seemed ticklish, Ethan delighting in the way that her involuntary flexing accentuated her figure.

"Where is this new affection coming from?" she purred. "I would have gotten you off sooner if I'd known that it would make you so amenable..."

Ethan sat up a little straighter, leaning forward and planting his lips against her smooth mound, stopping just short of rubbing his cheek against her. Alecto's skin was so inhumanly soft, so touchable, it was a struggle to keep his hands off her. He felt her place a hand on his head, large enough that he could have worn it like a hat, those sharp talons pricking him as she guided him lower.

Before long, his nose was a mere inch from her dripping loins, her sex swollen and needy. Her scent was feminine, arousing a longing in him that he hadn't been expecting, drawing him in irresistibly. He reached up and parted her puffy lips with his fingers, finding them slippery to the touch, exposing her vulva. Alecto shivered as he brushed his fingertips against her delicate folds, their texture like pleated velvet, soaked in slimy fluid that had the consistency of honey. Her pink flesh glittered when it caught the light that filtered in through the observation deck's windows, reminding Ethan of morning dew clinging to the petals of a rose.

"Are you just going to sit there and admire it?" she asked, easing him closer. "I'm not accustomed to waiting."

He opened his mouth obediently, not needing any further encouragement, dragging his tongue between her lips. She shivered appreciatively as he grazed the length of her vulva, his saliva mingling with her fluids, his organ gliding up towards her engorged clitoris. She was fever-hot, more of that oddly sweet fluid leaking forth, wetting his chin as he began to mouth and kiss. It was like taking a juicy bite out of some kind of tropical fruit. He traced those silken folds with the tip of his tongue, doting on her, crawling his lips across her tender flesh as she took a handful of his hair for leverage. The sensation should have stung, but it was oddly pleasant, Ethan responding to her gentle tugging as he went.

She reacted strongly to his teasing flurries and devoted licks, twitching and growling when his lips sealed around her protruding clitoris. He lashed the swollen bead with his tongue, drawing it out from beneath its protective hood with his gentle sucking, making slow circles around it as her grip on his hair tightened. He had been afraid of her menacing growling at first, the sound instilling a kind of primal fear in him, but he now knew that it was a sign of affection rather than aggression.

"How does it taste?" she chuckled, seeming to revel in her power over him. "The last time I saw someone eat so enthusiastically, I was attending a Roman banquet."

Unable to reply, as he was quite occupied, he instead sealed her clitoris between his lips and gave it an especially rough lick that made her thighs shake around his head. She groaned, doubling over, her claws pricking his scalp as she peered down at him.

"You might take this kind of thing for granted," she muttered, pausing to bite her lip as he painted her vulva with the flat of his tongue. "But Demons only have the opportunity to inhabit a physical body when we're summoned. For the majority of our existence, we're just floating in a stew of shared thought and emotion, without so much as an atom to our name. By Janus," she moaned, her long tongue emerging to wet her lips lasciviously as he kissed her. "How I have pined for these simple, electrical impulses. Pay more attention to my bud, boy," she added with a tug of his hair. "I've filled it with more nerve-endings than was perhaps prudent."

He was all too happy to do as she asked, enjoying the effect that he was having on the otherwise implacable creature, sliding his questing tongue back up to her swollen clitoris. He pursed his lips around it and began to draw shaped on it, feeling her massive, muscular body quake.

"That's it," she muttered, her red eyes seeming to glaze over as she let her pink tongue loll from the side of her mouth. He lurched as he felt her sinewy tail coil around his erection, tightening like a length of rubber hose, delivering a pulse of pleasure as though rewarding him for his services. "I might have taken you as a consort back in the days when we had power over mortals, and not the other way around," she purred. "How dull things have become in my absence."

Her juices leaked down his chin, a rope of her fluids falling to his chest as he lapped, her hips shifting as she began to subtly grind against his face. He raised a finger, probing for her winking opening, feeling fleshy walls seal tightly around him as it slipped inside her. Her burning passage was drenched in her viscous fluids, immediately coating his digit in a slick layer, the only thing preventing her seizing loins from stopping its progress dead.

He could feel the firm muscles that lurked just beyond the layer of slick flesh, bearing down on him through the pillowy barrier like a fist squeezing him through a velvet glove. They rolled from his knuckle to the tip of his finger in wracking waves, drawing on him eagerly, trying to pull him deeper inside her.

Another bestial growl emanated from high above him as he dug his finger into her sensitive tunnel, another stinging, yet oddly enjoyable tug on his hair making him flinch. He began to move his digit inside her, with more than a little difficulty due to the way that her passage gripped him like a vice, her fluids oozing around it to drizzle down his hand. Each contraction betrayed how much she was enjoying herself, her titanic body dancing to his tune now. For all her bluster, she was as tender as a virgin, likely by her own design.

She was starting to sweat, he realized. There were glistening beads of moisture welling on skin that had previously been solid rock, Ethan presented with a beautiful view of one as it rolled gently down her flexing abdominal muscles. It followed the deep channel between the two rows of her six-pack until it reached her navel. Where once the mineral deposits in her stone body had caught the light, now her exertion produced a similar effect, making her look like she had been lightly misted with a spray bottle. The shine that it created further accentuated her muscles, picking them out as they twisted and bulged with her gentle thrusting.

"Enough," she grumbled abruptly, pulling him away from her. Ethan leaned back, his lips still joined to hers by a rope of her fluids, which soon broke to drape itself across his torso.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What's wrong is that your finger is insufficient," she replied as she began to shift her weight. "I require something more...substantial," she added, her tail giving Ethan's member a suggestive squeeze.

He felt a wave of anticipation and excitement wash over him, all of his apprehensions forgotten now. His eyes traced the feminine curve of her hips, the plump thighs that were spread wider than the span of his arms, the way that her flushed lips leaked a strand of her glistening passion. He wanted her so badly that he could taste it.

How were they going to make this work, though?

Her waist was as wide as the armrests of the recliner, she couldn't slip between them in order to straddle him, and they raised her too high for him to be able to reach her while she was resting atop them. Alecto seemed to realize this too, standing up, and examining the chair a moment. Impatience soon got the better of her, Ethan recoiling in alarm as she reached down and took the rightmost armrest in her clawed hands, tearing it from the chair to send it bouncing across the carpet. The wooden frame was no more an obstacle to her than cardboard, the tough leather yielding before her immense strength as though it were no more resilient than paper, the gargoyle repeating the process with the left one.

"There," she said as she dusted off her hands, appraising her work. "That's better."

She knelt over the remnants of the chair, her thick thighs coming to rest to either side of it, her loins hovering over Ethan's erection as it bobbed in the air. He was more than ready to go another round, watching as she gripped the headrest, her breasts swinging above his head. Her pointed tail draped itself around his member, guiding it as she lowered herself down onto him.

They winced in unison as his exposed glans brushed against her wet, velvet folds, a moment of resistance giving the gargoyle pause. For someone so large, she was so incredibly tight, but that might be another of her designs.

She let a little more of her weight rest on him, and then his entire length slid inside her, Alecto's plump cheeks slapping against his thighs as she took him all the way to the hilt. He watched as his shaft vanished, the grey hue of her skin contrasting starkly with his own as their bodies were joined, the remnants of the recliner creaking as she pressed him into the leather cushions.

It was a struggle to stifle the moan that tried to escape his lips, harsh, delicious pleasure coursing through his every nerve. Her narrow passage seemed to pulsate around his member, beating like a heart, her every spasm and twitch translating into him as though their nervous systems had been linked together. He was already soaking in her sweet juices, the slippery fluid making their contact almost frictionless, save for the vicious grip of her loins as they drew on him with a palpable thirst. Every subtle movement made her slimy, velutinous walls caress him, making it feel like there were a dozen tongues gliding across his skin.

He reached up and let his hands rest on her thighs, even softer and more touchable than the armrests had been, and at about the same height.

"Better," she growled, her eyelids fluttering as she felt Ethan pulse inside her. With her talons firmly embedded in the leather above his head, she began to move, rocking back and forth at a leisurely pace. The motion drove his erection into the walls of her passage, Alecto grinding against it as though trying to scratch an itch in the depths of her being. It was a marvelous thing to be able to watch her hips roll and shimmy, her core flexing and shifting. To feel the muscles in her thighs tensing beneath his fingers as she locked him in a sensual dance.

The already damaged frame of the chair creaked with each thrust, only the soft padding of the old leather cushions preventing her weight from becoming too uncomfortable. The pulsating walls of her tunnel were clinging to his shaft like a second skin, molding around him, clenching down on his member so tightly that he felt like he was being vacuum-packed in wet silk. She began to make a figure of eight with her wide hips, her upper body remaining in place as though it was gyroscopically stabilized. She had such fine control over her new body, so fluid and graceful despite her size and brawn, her breasts swaying subtly in time with her slow gyrations. Her movements stirred him around inside her, Ethan able to feel every minute wrinkle and imperfection as it raked over his glans.

Her measured pace began to slip, the leather above his head creaking as her curved talons tore the material, splitting it open and exposing the white stuffing within. Her lips pulled back to expose her fearsome teeth, a stab of pleasure making her passage clamp down on him.

She began to lift herself off him, Ethan wincing as he felt those clinging, slimy walls glide up his length. The ring of muscle that was her opening gripped his glans, keeping it inside her, Ethan looking down between her pillar-like thighs to see his shaft dripping with her fluids. With a fierce snarl, she let herself drop back down, Ethan wincing as the impact drove him all the way back inside her. As she lifted herself again, he realized that this was to be their new pace. He wanted to complain, to tell her that she was being too rough, but those thoughts were quickly scattered by a surge of ecstasy as she drove him into the cushions.

She was so vigorous, rutting like an animal, her long tongue snaking forth to wet her lips as she watched him writhe beneath her. One of her hands remained anchored in the headrest, the second coming down to his chest, Alecto leaning some more of her weight on him as though keeping him trapped beneath her. Her claws pricked his skin, but the sting was soon lost in another wave of tingling pleasure.

The chair was screaming its protests now, shaking beneath them as the gargoyle bounced in his lap, Ethan fearing that it might soon give out. His demonic partner seemed to be losing herself now, her eyelids drooping, her pearly teeth chewing on her lower lip as her red eyes lingered on him. Her hips swayed as she fucked him into the cushions, changing the angle of his penetration, driving his member into her fleshy walls in new and unexpected ways. The sensation of her pillowy loins was uniform, yet with every fierce thrust, she was able to surprise him. Her muscles wrung him violently, twitching and flexing, massaging his length through the barrier of her luxuriant flesh.

Droplets of sweat rained from her glistening body as she moved atop him, the sheen of sudor making her flushed skin almost reflective in the rays of light that penetrated the grimy windows. The motes of dust that their frenzied activity had disturbed floated through the air around her, like a tiny field of stars. The dawn painted her grey hide in shades of red and orange, conspiring with the deep shadow to pick out her muscles as she moved. Her biceps were as large as his head, her chiseled six-pack wet with exertion, the dimples in the husky fat of her round thighs clearly visible.

She snorted like a bull as she slammed her hips down on him with enough force to bruise, her flesh clapping against his own, Ethan loosing a grunt of blended pleasure and discomfort.

"Damn it, go a little slower," he muttered as she began to make teasing circles again. As soon as the words had left his lips, she gave him another rough thrust, seeming to enjoy the way that he squirmed between her thighs.

"I wasn't exaggerating when I told you that you wouldn't be able to keep up with me," she cooed, her hand leaving his chest to brush his burning cheek in a display of mock affection. "Poor thing, would you prefer the tender attentions of a meek and subservient maiden? Perhaps with summer flowers in her hair, and a body as soft as the butter that she churns?"

The great, leathery wings on her back unfurled, blasting him with a gust of wind that sent more dust swirling through the air. She folded them over the two of them like a cocoon, blotting out the sunlight and plunging the pair into relative darkness. Only the subtle glow that made it through the membranous skin illuminated them now, like someone holding their hand over a flashlight, providing just enough light that Ethan could make out her features.