The Demon Queen's Tower Pt. 05

"Love to fuck this hot body," he moaned, gripping her hard. "Love to fuck this hot pussy." She snarled and tried to thrust back at him, but in this position she didn't have enough leverage. "Look at 'em all," he said, nodding around the room. She followed his glance, and he felt her pussy fluttering around his cock.

A full orgy had descended on the guard chamber. The demons were howling with pleasure as they rammed on another, their muscular scaly bodies bright with heat and lust as they fucked. The captain was riding one of his soldiers, who was eagerly slapping his superior officer's taut ass as he fucked him hard. Another demon stood over them, his cock plunging into the captain's wide mouth. The one getting sucked off was thrusting hard then, as they watched, he threw his head back and pumped his come out onto his boss's lewd face, green ropes of devilish seed splashing against him. To their left was a line of four demons, each fucking the ass of the one in front of them, the one at the end getting his cock sucked by a fifth. They were groaning and roaring and coming all over one another in a frenzy of lust and sex.

"Not too bad," Aznar said. Zzaral scoffed, but she kept watching, her body shuddering with each thrust. He gripped her thighs and smiled. "And look over there!" He nodded towards the door. Dhurzinal had his arm across Charga's chest, locked across his neck as he pounded him from behind, his face a snarl of lust. The young student was mewling under him, begging him to come in his tight young ass.

"How's that ass feel, Dhurzinal?" he called across at them.

"Fucking tight," he moaned, licking Charga's neck. "Hot and tight. Love to fuck this ass!"

"Take my ass, Dhurz," moaned Charga, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Make it yours, please! Make me your slut!" Dhurzinal roared and gripped his friend harder.

"You are my slut," he hissed, "my little ass slut! I'll fuck your ass whenever I want! Your ass belongs to me!"

"Yes, it's yours!" answered Charga. "Do whatever you want to me! I'll do anything for you!"

"Slut!" spat Dhurzinal, pumping his cock into his friend's thrashing ass, pulling him tighter into his embrace. "I'm going to give you to my friends back home. I want to watch them use that ass, want to watch them fuck you."

"Yes! Make me fuck your friends, make me take all their cocks, I'm your slut!" His mouth hung open, his tongue lolling wet and red as Dhurzinal made him his bitch. Dhurzinal grabbed his face and kissed him hard and, groaning, pumped his come into his friend's muscular ass.

Zzaral shivered, wiggling her full ass as she watched the scene before her. Aznar felt his balls boiling, but he was, so far, able to keep a lid on it. Her pussy was tighter around his rigid cock. She was close, but so was he. He needed to make her come, and soon.

"I want to bend you over," he groaned, "want to fuck you from behind." He released her legs from his tight grip and, wordlessly, she pulled off his cock and spun around. She was on her hands and knees, watching as Dhurzinal climbed onto Charga's hard cock, their tongues seeking each other as they kissed passionately. Zzaral moaned.

"Fuck my pussy," she commanded.

"Yes, Queen," Aznar answered, lining his throbbing cock up with her opening. He had to keep his wits about him now -- her full round ass, her slender waist, her gorgeous back, all of it was on display for him, a primal invitation to fuck, to come! He grabbed her waist and slid into her, shuddering at the sight of her ass shaking as he began pounding into her from behind.

It felt more wonderful than he could have imagined. She was tight around his cock, and her body was the ideal of feminine perfection, calculated with devilish ingenuity to make him want to come, immediately. No wonder she'd never been made to come by any of her conquests, he thought -- it would take a true hero to resist the shivering pleasure that was filling his cock, begging him for the ecstasy of release.

Zzaral felt it too, felt his hard cock filling her, stroking her pussy evenly and deeply. She moaned with pleasure as he gripped her waist, each powerful thrust against her upturned ass spreading a wave of deep warmth that seemed to grow steadily with each stroke. She'd never had a human last this long, or give her this much pleasure. She needed him to come to win, knew that she would have to reach back and grab his balls and then he'd pump her full of his hot come (she shivered at the thought) but perhaps he could last just a little longer, give her a bit more pleasure. She watched the two men before her fucking passionately, Hramath stroking his cock over them. She wanted to see them covered in come, see it shining on their bodies.

She growled with pleasure as she felt his left hand leave her waist and come down on her ass, squeezing it, kneading it. How many souls had she doomed with that ass? She smiled at her power, ignoring the shivers running up the back of her thighs or inside her stomach. She was still in control.

"Are you going to come on my ass?" she asked, turning to look at the wild man furiously pounding into her. The words made her spine tingle. "Or maybe," she said, lifting herself up and arching her back, "maybe you want to spray your hot come all over my back?" Her toned back flexed and tightened as she stretched back towards him, and she heard him growl, a sound that seemed to reverberate in her pussy. "You're close, I can feel it!" she panted, reached behind her to grip his shoulder, his powerful hard shoulder with her hand. He leaned in, plowing her, squeezing her ass, kissing her, their tongues wrestling for dominance.

"So are you," he hissed, breaking the kiss with a rakish grin. His hand left her ass and snaked around to her pussy. She squirmed and groaned, and then gasped as she felt his finger find her clit.

It was as if he'd completed an electric circuit. Suddenly the warm, diffuse pleasure of his cock thrusting into her pussy was distilled into a bright exploding point of light on her clit. She instinctively grabbed for his hand, not to push it away, but to hold it there. She was grinding up into it, she felt his cock hard and deep and her clit screaming with pleasure and her body was on fire and the tower grew dim, her eyes were wide and staring but she couldn't see anything, couldn't think of anything but the fire inside her, the burning spinning wonder of it all, the release the freedom the final end of the universe that rose up around her and swallowed her whole.

She came with a howl that filled the air, that split the sky, the shattered the earth.

Aznar could only hold on, feel the thrashing power of her demonic body, his cock sunk deep insider her. He felt her light and heat as she erupted around his cock. She shivered and pulsed, her pussy crackling with energy.

He roared and came, pumping his come into her.

Her skin shone, grew bright, too bright to look at. Her thrashing convulsions of pleasure continued, her orgasm wracking her with pleasure like no other she'd ever experienced. She felt her grip on reality weakening, felt her losing her balance.

"Fucking hell!" She screamed, finally finding the words. The light grew brighter and brighter, Aznar was coming, still pumping her full of his come. He had to look away, the light was too bright.

Then, with a sound like a clap of thunder, she was gone, bursting into a million tiny sparks that drifted lazily through the air. Aznar's cock, still hard and coming but now suddenly free and in the open, gave two more spurts of come that arced through the air to splash on the ground.

"What happened?" panted Dhurzial, recovering from his own assfucking.

"Where, where'd she go?" asked Hramath, looking around, but Zzaral was nowhere to be seen.

"Come on!" shouted Aznar and he scrambled to his feet. "Quick!"

Wherever a mote of Zzaral landed on a part of the tower, a glow seemed to spread and infect the stone. Tiles shone and began to dissolve, and the walls seemed to melt all around them. Where it struck a demon, they smoked and howled with rage.

"What's happening?" asked Charga.

"She's gone from this dimension," shouted Aznar, heaving hard against the cypress beam barring the door. "And everything here is going back to Hell with her. We have to get out while we can!" The others scrambled to join him, and with a shout, they were able to move the rapidly disappearing wooden beam. They pulled on the great brass rings on the door, and it heaved slowly open.

Behind them was a riot of panic. Demons were vanishing into roiling clouds of mephitic vapor, and the tower seemed to pitch and shake as it writhed between two dimensions. They pulled and the door opened, a half a foot, a foot, and then it was wide enough for them to squeeze between, Aznar holding his breath as he muscled his way through.

"Run!" he shouted, and they did, even Hramath, the black cloak of the wizard still flapping around his thin limbs as he followed creakily after them. When they had gotten a hundred yards away they stopped and turned, and saw a bizarre sight.

A maelstrom spun in the sky overhead, the air pulsing red and black, painted with streaks of deep electric purples that rippled and crackled with dark power. Below them, the tower seemed to be stretching out, the upper portions breaking free block by block to be sucked upwards into the mad whirling chaos overhead. A few demons, still writhing in rage, flew through the air to vanish in the hole in the sky overhead. There was a terrible grinding sound, as if the very rocks of the mountains were trying to vomit out the hellish tower, to purge itself of its blasphemy. More of the tower fell upwards and away, half of it was gone now, gold and stone and iron spinning up and away to disappear overhead. It kept vanishing, reaching all the way to the ground, then dug into the foundations. Aznar though he saw the thin body of the wizard get pulled up and into the portal, screaming with rage, and the huge, still-sleeping form of Ormgard following him not long after.

Then, with a sudden stillness more shocking than any sound, the portal snapped shut. The tower was gone, only a raw wound in the earth left behind.

"By the thirteen faces of God!" gasped Hramath. They all turned to look at Aznar, a hand shielding his eyes as he stared into the gray sky overhead.

"Did you know that would happen?" asked Charga, his mouth wide.

"I had a guess it would," he said. "I've dealt with devils before -- usually, their works vanish along with them."

"But, how did you vanquish her?" asked Dhurzial.

"Oh, we have tales of the sex demons where I'm from," he answered with a shrug. "I remember my uncles telling me to be careful of them, and saying that the only way to banish them is to make them come first. That's why we don't have too many where I'm from -- true warriors always try and make their partner's come before they do." He nodded his head solemnly, recounting a sacred truth.

"Well," said Dhurzial with a grin, "that sounds good to me." He fell to his knees and began to suck on Aznar's cock.

THE END