Witch Ch. 03

Anger and the unfettered urge to do something filled Lyana. The soldier that she'd met this morning had not informed her that the commander of the raiders was Prince. No wonder he'd been afraid to speak up. Still, that did not absolve him and she did not regret the punishment that she'd set him. Hiding her rising emotion behind a calm social smile, she blandly thanked the innkeeper and requested that he send a bath. That done, she inspected the room. It was clean, obviously well kept. Out of the window she had a good view of the palace, as she'd requested a room on one of the top floors. Perhaps tonight she could go there. Either find out more information or even have her revenge before the Prince and his men were lavished with affection and adulation.

Her lips twisted.

No she would not reach them before they received plenty of praise for their actions, although she had noticed that the innkeeper's tale had said nothing of the depredations visited on the village that the spy was found in. Was it possible that the men were hiding the viciousness of their attack? That they did not want others to know? Or were they holding back the juicier tidbits for tomorrow when all eyes would be on them? It was something she needed to know.

A knock on the door distracted her thoughts and she opened it to allow the footmen entrance. They silently filled the tub with the buckets of tepid water that they'd brought up, just barely warm enough to bathe in. Once they were gone she turned to the bath with a secret smile. While she had not expected anything more than lukewarm water, at least now she could take care of that situation herself. Touching her fingertip to the water she stirred in, feeling the heat and steam rise as her magic flared, until the bath was hot enough to be enjoyable.

Quickly divesting herself of her clothing, Lyana stepped into the tub, giving a small shudder as she sank into the steaming water. It was almost too hot to be pleasant, but the scalding sensation also helped her to feel less grimy. Giving a small moan of satisfaction she laid her head back, just wanting to rest for a few moments and enjoy soaking herself, drawing the heat and cleanliness into her body.

Ripples stirred in the water and her eyes flew open, if she hadn't already been pressed against the back of the tub she would have jerked backwards. Leonard's handsomely human male face was in front of her, a small smile on his lips, his finger making little patterns in the water that had caused the ripples she'd felt. Those strange flat, black eyes with gleams of red studied her as she stared back at him, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn't deny that she felt a sensual attractive to Leonard in this form, especially when she remembered the pleasure that he and the water demon had given her the last time she'd bathed.

The silence stretched between them, fraught with tension that she felt throughout her body. The water gently lapped against her breasts, almost caressing her as Leonard continued to move his fingers in small circles, much the way she had as she'd heated it. Not once did his eyes leave hers, daring her to look away first. The gentle play of the water against her skin reminded her of her previous aquatic activities with him, a consequence that she was sure he intended. Crimson flared in her cheeks, heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water she was encased in.

Just as she was about to speak, anything to cut the gathering tension, Leonard's smile broadened and he spoke in his deep, rolling voice.

"You were thinking of me today."

And she'd thought that her face couldn't get any more red. His fingers drifted closer to her. Although she wanted to cover herself with her hands and arms, she also didn't want to allow him to win. The same reason she hadn't looked away from those fathomless black eyes yet, despite the disturbing red flares in their depths. He was so handsomely human except for those eyes. Doing her best not to move, she gripped the edges of the tub tighter as she stared back at him.

"Why do you keep appearing when I'm bathing?" It was a distraction from his statement and they both knew it. A minor victory for him but not a major one. Leonard chuckled and moved his hand, Lyana jumped a little as his finger brushed against her nipple and silently cursed as she realized that the little bud was already ruched into a beaded point.

"It's so... convenient," he drawled, sliding his hand over and cupping her breast. Lyana knew that her body was his to do with as he wished, promised to him in exchange for the black magic that he'd bestowed upon her, but that didn't mean she had to respond to him the way that she did. The trouble was, she couldn't figure out how to stop. She stifled a moan as he brushed his finger over her breast, her lips parting automatically as he leaned closer, a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite interpret. "You're already unclothed, ready for me to touch you however and wherever I wish, washing away the dirt of the day."

His lips pressed very gently against hers as he caressed her breast and the air seemed to seize in Lyana's lungs as she realized that she wanted him to kiss her harder, more deeply. But he made no move to do so and she wouldn't allow herself to press back against his lips, to allow her actions to ask for it. Their lips barely touched as he gripped her breast more tightly, rubbing his thumb over the hard bud of her nipple in an extremely provocative manner that made her want to writhe. Beneath the surface of the water her leg muscles tightened, her thighs rubbing together with miniscule movements.

When Leonard pulled away, relinquishing his grip on her breast, she wasn't sure whether or not she was relieved. The touch of his hand had awakened a throbbing need in her core that left her anxious and wanting, one that she wasn't sure she could satisfy without him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, to distract herself as much as because she was curious.

Leonard just raised on arrogant eyebrow at her. "Because I wish to be." He seemed to consider his words. "I want to help you bathe."

And he began to do just that. Lyana kept her hands on the edge of the tub, allowing him to wash her body with the bar of soap that he'd found without either protest or help. Each slick stroke of the soap against her skin seemed to heighten her need and she closed her eyes against Leonard's knowing gaze, ignoring his chuckle as she did so. She'd never known that being bathed could be quite so erotic, even his hands massaging her back seemed to awaken nerve endings elsewhere, making her tingle deliciously all over.

When the soap stroked between her legs, rubbing over her slick, swollen flesh, it was all Lyana could do not to cry out. Her fingers tensed, her body arching beneath Leonard's touch and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression as her body came alive for him. Fingers replaced soap, sliding between the folds of her pussy, feeling the slickness that had nothing to do with the liquid she was sitting in. The tip of his finger teased the entrance to her body and she moaned before she could stop herself.

Then his hand was moving down her legs, leaving her uncompleted and squirming. Lyana opened her eyes to see that Leonard had moved down by her legs, his smile far too innocent to be anything but truly wicked as he began to wash her legs. Her body thrummed as he completed her bath, even gently washing her hair and massaging her scalp with talented fingers, draining the tension from her body. Under his ministrations it was all too easy to forget her troubles, her worries, even her goals seemed fleeting and insignificant. Her mind was fuzzing, but her body was coming alive with a vengeance.

He helped her from the tub, holding her hand as if he was a gentleman helping her step down from a carriage, before he began drying her off with the provided towel... and his tongue. A long, flexible tongue that was obviously demonic and not at all human. It flicked water droplets from her breasts and stomach as he dried her hair and back, his hands rubbing down the curves of her sides with the towel. Every rasp of his tongue across her sensitive nipples made her knees feel weak and she put her hands on his shoulders to help support herself.

Dropping the towel to the floor, his hands went between her legs, traveling up her thighs to cup her buttocks, spreading her legs apart so that she was forced to lean back and balance on the hands that were creating a kind of seat for her, completely relying on him to hold her. It was a maneuver that she doubted any true human male could duplicate for any real length of time, yet Leonard's muscled body didn't have a single tremor as he held her entire weight on his hands. For her own peace of mind, because she felt completely vulnerable and off balance, Lyana threaded her fingers through his dark, wavy locks of hair, gripping his head tightly. The position and her open legs spread her pussy open for him, like an offering.

That impossibly long, thick tongue rubbed between her sensitive folds and she cried out, her fingers clenching tighter on his hair as her head fell back. The touch of his rough tongue sliding between her creamy flesh was inexpressibly intense, taking the kindling of her passion and setting it alight. Between her ivory thighs his dark head moved up and down, eagerly sucking and licking at her damp flesh, tasting her essence. Locked in place by his hands, Lyana could do nothing but moan and writhe as he feasted upon her. It was different from being pleasured by Kirra, the whore that she'd saved; Leonard's touch was rougher, more demanding, more potently masculine.

Lyana's legs and toes curled as her back arched, her hips moving slightly even in his tight grip as she began to ride his lips. Something pressed inside of her, thick and long, much more flexible than his rigid cock, and she realized that he was fucking her with his tongue. The fleshy appendage wriggled inside of her, eliciting sensations that she'd never experienced before as it began to thrust like a cock, although with its own thrashing movements that a rigid erection would never be able to duplicate. Moaning, gasping, Lyana felt her will dissolving as she submitted to Leonard's oral assault, her resistance melting away as she gave herself over to the pleasure that he was creating, the need that was rising.

As if he could sense her surrender, Leonard intensified his efforts, and Lyana made a high keening noise as a steady suction began on her clit, pulling and suckling the bundle of sensitive nerves.

"Ooohh.... nooooooo...." She barely recognized herself in the breathless cry, the shocking discovery that she wanted him to continue, that if he stopped now she would beg him to put his mouth back on her and finish what he'd started. "Leonard!"

The vortex of pleasure whirled and sucked her in, her gasping cries falling like raindrops in a storm that assaulted her senses and left her breathless. The burgeoning ecstasy flowed through her with every thrust of his tongue, every sucking of her clit as she writhed in his palms, overwhelmed by her passion. He laved attention over her, stroking her insides, feasting upon her with enthusiasm as she dripped cream into his mouth. Lyana rocked against his lips, her pussy convulsing around his tongue, which wriggled and flowed inside of her with every spasm of her inner walls, impossible to clamp down on.

As the rolling waves of rapture began to subside, Leonard's tongue began to withdraw from her body and back into his mouth. The suction on her clit continued as she rode out the last tremors of her orgasm, her cries dwindling to soft mewlings as she helplessly quivered in his hands. Hungrily, his tongue lashed along her slit, drawing a last few shudders from her.

While she was still dazed, still hazy from the sensuous pleasure, Leonard swept her up in his arms. Strangely, she felt rather safe there, nestled against his chest as he strode towards the bed. She didn't even think of struggling or resisting. Then he tossed her gently onto the bed and crawled after her, his arms and legs creating a fortress around her body; she saw the predatory look in his strange eyes and remembered fear again.

Lowering his head to her nipple, he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth and bit down with teeth that were too sharp to be human. Fortunately he was gentle enough not to cause true pain, but he made her body dance that line as he rolled the tender flesh between his teeth, suckling it deeper into his mouth so that he could flick it with his tongue. Lyana whimpered and wriggled, reaching up to smooth her hands over the silky flesh of his shoulders, one hand curving around the back of his neck and tangling into his hair again. The smoothness of his skin was as unnatural as his eyes, the contours of his muscles shifting beneath her fingers.

Lightening flashed through her body as he shifted, moving his mouth to her other nipple, leaving the abandoned one wet and swollen in the cool air. Despite the satisfaction he'd brought her with his tongue, Lyana found her hips rising again, surging upwards in search of something to press against as fire began to hum through her veins again. The sucking on her nipples fanned the flames, her legs spreading outwards until they were forced to stop by Leonard's, his own limbs a barrier keeping her tucked beneath him. As he continued to lave and tease her breasts with his mouth, her wriggling became more desperate, the burgeoning desire between her legs becoming more insistent.

"Leonard..." She moaned his name, pleading in her tone.

"What do you want, Lyana?" As he asked, his long tongue slid between her breasts and up to her neck, caressing the slim column with that agile appendage. Unlike a human he didn't need to move his head for such a maneuver and she shivered with both lust and a kind of revulsion at this inhuman display. It would be dangerous to forget that Leonard was a demon and did not have the same appetites or motivations that a human male would, and yet she constantly found herself in danger of doing so when he appeared in this form until he did something so completely unnatural that she was reminded.

Folklore held that one should never beg or plead with a demon, because it would give the demon more power over you. But Leonard already had all the power in the world over Lyana, she'd offered him her body and her soul to with as he pleased and marked that bargain with a rite of passage that had brutally ravaged her of all three of her virginities. So she need not fear pleading with him, because there was no more power for him to take; he already had it all.

"Touch me." As she spoke her hips lifted again, her back arching as she clung to him with her hands, her fingers digging into the flesh of his neck and shoulder. "Please..."

"I am touching you." His tongue flicked across one of her budded nipples, making her moan as the spark of sensation further ignited her core without doing anything to quench her need.

"More..."

"Where?" His voice game out in a hiss and if she'd looked into his eyes she would have seen gleaming triumph in them. "Show me."

Hesitantly the hand on his shoulder dropped down to her own body, her eyes closed as her cheeks flushed hot with shame and humiliation. But she skimmed her hand down over her body, down to the mounded thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs, and she moaned as she slid her fingers into the soft folds located there. Molten heat coated her fingers as she touched herself, she marveled at the copious amount of fluid that her body had produced, the strange sensation of her own fingers rubbing against her soft flesh.

Then something hard and hot nudged against her folds and Lyana's eyes flew open as Leonard began to press his cock into her, between her fingers and the folds of her pussy. His eyes locked onto hers, freezing her the same way she had frozen the soldier just that morning, compelling her to look at him, so that he could see into her very soul as he penetrated her. Sucking in her breath, Lyana felt her legs automatically part further, widening her stance to accommodate the demon's impossibly thick cock. He felt huge against her hand, far too big to fit inside of her, and he yet pushed himself deeper with small, forceful thrusts. Panting, she could feel the wobbling rise and fall of her breasts as she stared up at her ravisher, his handsome face held the expression of a man in the utmost throes of pleasure, even as his eyes devoured her, demanding more.

Between their bodies her hand rubbed, she couldn't stop herself from building upon the delicious sensations that his questing cock was creating inside of her as her body stretched, painfully but wonderfully. The feel of his velvety skin sliding against her slick walls, the hot length of his rod invading her core and splitting her open, was exquisite. The thrust of his hips shoved the plummy head deeper, making Lyana groan and writhe with her passion, glorying in this weight pressing down on her, his cock pressing between her fingers, shoving inside of her.

"Mine," he whispered into her ear, exultation in every line of his body, echoing in his deep voice. "You're mine."

Then his mouth was on hers, his hands pulled her arms above her head so that there was nothing between their groins as he shoved himself to the hilt, filling her completely. Lyana screamed in pained passion, her body spasming beneath his as she was stretched to her uttermost limits. The sound was muffled as his tongue thrust into her mouth, filling it as completely as his cock was filling her below. Like a second cock, his tongue was thick and smooth in her mouth, pressing down towards her throat as she undulated beneath him, rocking and pulling uselessly at his hands which were pressing her wrists into the bed. For a long moment she couldn't breath as his tongue thickened and lengthened inside of her mouth, pressing into her throat. Then it withdrew, although his lips remained fused to hers, his tongue acting as a second cock as it began to thrust, in time with his hips which drew his cock partway out of her before shoving in again.

The combined assault made her dizzy, she sucked at his tongue, almost encouraging the strange assault upon her holes. There was nothing else she could do and she found she craved him inside of her, the taste of him filling her mouth, rolling smoothly against her own tongue, his cock stretching and pulling away before thrusting deep and splitting her open all over again. It felt almost like they might meet in the middle.

Then, at the base of a powerful thrust, she felt something press against her asshole. Groaning, she struggled again as the insistent pressure continued, unable to stop this new assault. Slowly that small hole was pressed open, something slim and hard, gentle but unyielding, pressing into that sensitive area. The sensation of being filled in all three holes simultaneously was overwhelming, especially as the cock in her asshole seemed to grow larger with every thrust, slowly spreading her third hole open in a manner that brought her to the edge of pain but didn't send her tumbling off of the cliff.

Lyana gave herself over to the demon entirely, lost in her lust, in the sensations rioting through her body, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to pump harder above her, spearing both of her holes as his hips drove forward, his tongue thrusting at the same time so that she was filled and emptied simultaneously. It was heaven and hell, so much pleasure that it was almost agonizing, and yet every new delicious sensation drew her back a bit from that climax that she so desperately needed as her body took the time to adjust to the newest assault. Her legs urged him onwards, pulling at him with each thrust, as her fingers flexed, hands trapped on either side of her head as he plundered her ruthlessly.