The Widow

"Come up, let me see you."

Lizzie rose up and turned, still on her knees. The thick, black, throbbing member was nearly level with her face. She moaned.

"I like it very much," the grinning demon said.

She turned back around, crawled up the bed, and fell back down onto it, her rump in the air. Iblis followed, the bed heaving with his weight, and his cold, powerful hands grabbed her hips. She said, "I want you to take me like this."

"You are very eager."

"Iblis, I need it. I've been dreaming about it all day. Give it to me."

"Gladly."

She felt him pull her panties aside to reveal her dripping sex. She felt the icy head of his member press against it, and she moaned at its touch. Before he could enter her, she pushed against him and took him in herself, groaning as his girth stretched her.

He laughed. "You are very eager, Elizabeth."

"So good," she managed to gasp. He grabbed her hips again, and she growled, "Stop. Don't move. Let me do it."

"As you wish."

She rocked back onto him, savoring every inch, moaning as she accepted his member. When at last her rump touched his hips, she gasped and growled, "It's so big."

"Do you like it, Elizabeth?"

"I love it. I fucking love it. Give it to me, Iblis, just like this. But touch me. Last night was amazing, but I need you to touch me."

She sank down until she lay flat on the mattress, and he followed, one hand supporting himself, the other caressing her. He rode her. She moaned, then screamed with every thrust. She lost herself, the icy chill of his body making her acutely aware of every inch of his member, the experience becoming an eternity of intense pleasure building to gushing release. After a few minutes—or hours, or days—she found herself enough to gasp, "Pin my arms!"

She felt her lover's powerful hands lay upon her forearms, felt his weight press against them, and she came again. The massive, throbbing member pulsed in and out of her, and Lizzie moaned, "Give it to me! I want your cum, Iblis! I want your monster babies! Put the fucking antichrist inside me!"

As if acquiescing, Iblis grunted and released into her. She came again, and came a final time when his girth left her.

"Pleased?" he asked.

She drew in a deep breath and spat, "Don't go!"

"What would you have me do for you, Elizabeth?"

Lizzie moaned, trying to catch her breath, and at last whispered, "I want you to hold me."

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him, pressing her against his iron muscles.

Sighing with contentment, she said, "I love the way you feel. I would nuzzle you, but I can't move."

"I'm glad you're pleased."

"You keep saying that, but what about you? Is this good for you?"

"Would I do this if it was not? Your body is most pleasing to me, Elizabeth."

She purred. "I wanted to ask, do you not want anything more from me than a baby?"

"Hmm. Elaborate."

"Are you just going to knock me up and leave?"

"Certainly not, Elizabeth. I must stay around to ensure my son's welfare." He gripped her more tightly. "And his mother's."

"It's good to hear that. You know, I want you to be pleased, Iblis. I can do more than just lie down and take you."

"By all means."

She slid out of his arms and down the front of him until her face was level with his member. Even flaccid, it was impressive, easily more than filling one of her hands. She stroked it gently, kissed it, smiled as it stiffened and grew. When it was fully enlarged, her hand could not wrap all the way around its shaft. Carefully, a bit nervously, she opened her mouth and accepted the throbbing head. She could taste herself, as well as another something that must have been his seed. It was sweet, with a hint of alcohol. She lifted her head to tell him so.

"I am glad you like it," he laughed.

She returned her attention to his member, taking the head into her mouth, savoring the taste of his seed and her sex. His girth filled her mouth, and it was slowly and carefully that she took in more and more. The feeling of fullness was delicious, thrilling. When she thought she could take no more, she was merely halfway down the whole of his length; she reflected on having every inch of his member inside her sex, how full she'd felt, how empty she'd felt when he'd left her; she let out a muffled moan.

Wrapping her hands around the exposed shaft, she began bobbing her head, worshipping the member with her tongue; Iblis sighed and stroked her hair. With each bob, she took in a bit more of his length, and Lizzie found herself determined to accept all of him. Her lips slid down another inch, and up, and down another; her hands stroked him; soon she had only a few more inches before her; but she was wholly filled now. She worked him furiously. He throbbed and swelled. She lifted her head from him and stroked him as hard as he could. He grunted, shooting his seed into her mouth, onto her chin. Moaning, she took the head into her mouth again, longing to draw out every drop.

When she was satisfied that he was spent, Lizzie looked up at him and asked, "Good?"

He smiled. "Very. Did you enjoy?"

Lizzie wiped his seed from her chin, licked it from her finger, said, "I like the way you taste."

"As you said, Elizabeth. You may well be the most eager woman I've ever been with."

"I'm enjoying this. Before last night, I hadn't been laid in three years; just being touched is like fireworks. And you? You're a big, scary monster, but—besides my Jim—you're the sweetest lover I've ever had."

He laughed.

She gripped his member, said, "I mean it. This thing is huge. You could seriously injure me with this. And you're so strong. But you've never hurt me, and I don't think you ever will."

"I will never hurt you, Elizabeth."

"What if I want you to hurt me?"

"Hmm. Sounds interesting."

"I want you to do something. Call it a trust exercise. But you've come twice already; are you spent?"

"Elizabeth, I could pleasure you for days."

"Good."

She rolled to the edge of the bed to retrieve the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Returning to him, she whetted his member until it glistened, and continued until it dripped. She rolled over, got up onto her hands and knees, and began rubbing the lube into her bottom.

"Listen," she said, "I want you to sodomize me. But I haven't done this in years, and you're like a fucking stallion anyway; it might be too much. Even if I can take it, it's probably going to hurt. That's okay. But if I want you to stop, I'll say 'red'."

"As you wish."

"What are you going to do if I say 'red'?"

"I will stop."

"Fuck me."

She grabbed her rump and held it apart for him. She shuddered as the head of his member pressed against her hole. He pushed forward, his member forcing her open. She screamed.

"Is it too much?" he asked.

She caught her breath and growled, "Fuck me. Just go slow. Be gentle. But fuck me."

He entered her slowly, an inch at a time. Lizzie screamed, groaned, and growled; his member was massive; the pleasure was nearly overwhelming, and there was pain. As with her womanhood, the cold made her aware of every inch.

"So fucking big," she gasped, breathing hard. "How much more can there be?"

"Halfway," Iblis said.

She groaned. "I want it all. Oh God, oh Jesus Howard Christ on a pogo stick, this is so fucking intense. I want it all. Don't move, though. Let me . . . let me do it."

Lizzie backed onto his member, and she came, spasming around him, soaking the bed with her release as she screamed. She accepted more of him, and seemed to come with every inch she took. After what felt like—and may well have been—hours, she found herself grinding against his hips.

"So goddamn huge," she gasped.

"You are very tight."

"When we're done here, I might not be. Oh, God, oh Jesus, this is so intense, so fucking intense."

"Iblis."

"Huh?"

"My name is not God. My name is Iblis."

"Very funny."

She slid an inch off of his member, slammed back onto him, gasped, "Iblis!"

"That is better."

Lizzie went limp and he followed her down. Panting, she said, "Fuck me, Iblis. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with your demon cock while God and all His Angels watch."

He obliged. It was slow, gentle, careful, but was still nearly at her limit. The pleasure was incredible, but the pain was growing. After a few minutes, she released, spasmed about his member, and screamed from pain rather than ecstasy. She caught her breath and shouted, "Red! Red! Red!"

At once, Iblis stopped and removed himself. As the head of his member left her, he released his seed across her rump. He threw his arms around her and drew her limp, shuddering body into his. He ran a hand through her hair and asked, "Are you alright, Elizabeth?"

"I'm fine. It was good, it was just too much. It'll go easier next time." She nuzzled against him. "You stopped."

"You asked me to stop."

"I did ask you. And you did stop." She nuzzled again. "And now you're taking care of me."

"How could I possibly not?"

"Iblis, I don't think I can move. I need you to go to the closet for me and bring me the cardboard box."

"As you wish."

He left, returning with the box a moment later. She rooted around in it until she found a thin leather band studded with glass beads, a clasp at either end. Holding it up, she said, "Hey . . . this is weird, but . . . Iblis, I think I love you."

He was silent for a long moment. At last, he laid a hand on her shoulder and said, "I love you, Elizabeth."

She handed him the leather band, said, "I want you to put this around my neck."

Lizzie moaned at his touch, shuddered when she felt the collar snap shut. He threw his arms around her and drew her back to him.

She purred, asked, "Iblis?"

"Yes, Elizabeth?"

Grinning, she buried her head in his chest. "I love you, Master."