Introduction:
Ok once again it took time to get this out, but I am committed to NOT giving up. Quality over frequency. In this chapter, WW does not play a big sexual role I feel that is ok because she has been such a focus, and to make it BETTER I have to have set up, however never fear there IS steamy stuff in here.
What I have tried to do, in this chapter, is to show fellow writers that it IS possible to mix up how a male receives pleasure from a female and make it work. What I mean is, normally when using a slave, it seem logical to me that with a hostile female, you start out with straight sex NOT a blow job. In this chapter I actually show how, for me, with a good set up, you can violate that and make a blow job from an angry woman, your first (and logical) choice. I would not want to see this all the time but sometimes, if you keep a good logical PLOT, it CAN work for those of you out there who are really into blow job first.
As always I will close saying that what GIVES me inspiration to continue to write (FOR FREE!) are for you who read it, to e-mail me some thoughtful constructive comments on how you liked it and what else you’d like to see (Comments like “that was great” as the only message are appreciated but not real helpful) Please also tell me did I pull off what I was trying to do? How can I do better? I have had an OVERWHEMING request for more bestiality, so that is in the works! Please e-mail me at
lordgriffin@wowway.comHunter of the Amazon
Chapter 11
The group watched with a smirk as the figure of Wonder Woman receded in the sky. General moon felt Abal pull up the zipper on his trousers. “How do you know she will not be right back?”
Behind them, the exhausted Sheena laid, trapped in her tiger form by her arch nemesis and now her Queen, Zenda. The heroine in tiger form hung from a padded vaunting horse where her fore paws had been bound with wide thick leather straps. Each time the 800 lb. tiger that was mounted on her, thrust, Sheena’s claws dug into the leather. The muzzle Zenda had placed on Sheena’s feline face kept her jaws shut and her head lay listlessly against the padded leather as just hanging and allowing Zenda’s pet to rhythmically thrust like a machine gun into his helpless tigress. Zenda had made it impossible for the heroine to change her form and Sheena could only crouch there in plain view as her animal lover had his way with her. Heroine turned tigress felt her lovers stiff fleshy spear press firmly into her body over and over. In tiger form she could only respond to the tiger instincts chuffing softly through the muzzle.
Cardinal Emit chuckled “even at her super speed, it would take an hour to get to any friendly base. She does not have her Justice League communicator, and even if she did she’d have some explaining to do.”
Mr. Ping relaxed back “Man that was a good fuck, and I agree with the Cardinal, even if she spoke, were in Africa, the League has a charter, they must be invited in, and the United Nations is notoriously slow, especially with China abstaining.”
The four men turned chuckling as the male tiger lunged, leaning over his tigress opening his maw and using his sharp fangs to bite firmly on his tigress’s neck. The four men were treated with seeing the sleek 750 lb. tigress’s muscles buck and tremble as the love bite caused her an orgasm. Sheena’s muzzle would have hung open in rapture and surprise if not for the muzzle but her eyes widened, her hind paws danced between the orange and black striped male’s paws, the animal passing its seed into his tigress. Sheena’s head hung from the tigers jaws at a slight angle.
Beyond them a middle aged woman with long red hair stood, her arms thin and weak and she scowled.
Actaeon nodded watching the male pull back suddenly and released the tigress’s head. The spines on the tigers length causes Sheena to lunge briefly before her huge feline head fell to the padded leather, her tongue lolling between the leather muzzle her sides heaving as she panted. Sheena’s flanks did a slow collapse till she hung in place “Yes gentlemen, I am counting on forcing Wonder Woman to betray herself twice more. But even if she is foolish enough to act immediately by the time she got here each of you would be gone.
General moon nodded and walked to where the tigress hung and, chuckling, ran a warm gentle hand along the soft furred ear. The tigress never even moved her eyes glazed as she submitted to his touch “What’s a matter Sheena: he said smiling as Zenda re attached her leash to the male’s collar “Finally getting what you deserve?”
Zenda smiled and stroked the male’s throat, and it chuffed and licked at her hand “Good boy Raja…”
Otwani Joined the others “Circe, Minerva, I believe you and Mr. Ping have…plans?” He looked at the general and Cardinal “you may stay as long as you like, the women you wish will be provided with no restrictions of course. You will find a selection of the daughters from those countries that were resistive to my rule, inside”
As the 2 departed, from the shadows, walked a tall shapely woman dressed in a provocative black dress. Her skin was a pale white, with rich surreal red lips. A silken black mane of hair hung down her back to her waist. The chest of her gown was loosely laced in the front just covering her breasts and showing all of her cleavage. The black dress hung floor length, but the sides were open to above the hip so when she walked her smooth shapely legs straddled the black fabric, hinting at what must lay behind the black veil.
A black cape hung down her back, and large oversize sleeves covered her arm to delicate wrists. She walked toward the group as they stood by the limp tigress, the woman’s steps were graceful, each shapely calf hugged by the criss cross leather thongs of open topped sandals. In one hand she held a golden goblet of wine, on the other arm perched a colorful McCaw parrot, with a single white wing.
Minerva limped up beside the group “Circe, overdressed as usual” the red haired woman scowled.
Circe smiled, her dark brown bedroom eyes batted “Whatever do you mean? A goddess must ALWAYS look her best.
Mr. Ping was immediately taken with the Mediterranean woman and walked up. “I must heartily agree Madam” and he offered his arm “I am Mr. Ping, Whitehouse Chief of Staff, perhaps we could get to know each other better. I can be a very good friend.”
The svelte woman turned her full attention on Ping, and he felt a slight chill but not enough to stifle his fantasies of the woman, her scent was light yet musky, feminine. She offered her left hand to him, and as he kissed the back of her smooth hand she smiled “Oh I am SURE we would hit it right off. Please Share my wine” she offered the Goblet.
Ping was about to take it when Actaeon walked up and took the chalice handing it back to Circe “not now Circe, Mr. Ping is needed. Mr. Ping, this is Circe, you may have heard of her. She is a Goddess of Olympus and her trademark is turning men into beasts, had you drank that cup you would have found yourself on 4 legs.
Circe pressed her soft lower red lip out in a pout “ohh Actaeon your no fun, are you sure you’d not like to stick to legend? You’d make a FINE stag, I am sure you’d have a HUGE set of antlers, and I would make sure you had the SWEETEST night of your life; I think that’s a fair trade. I admit Diana is a little stuffy but I do like her subject matter. Beside, Dennis here” she nodded to the parrot, that gave a soft cackle and gently nuzzled her cheek with his beak saying “Kisses” Is not on 4 legs he’s on 2.
Actaeon smiled “I rather plan on reversing that project.
Minerva now was looking over the glassy eyed tigress. She reached down to grab Sheena’s scruff and lifted the head up twisting the neck fur. The tigress gave no reaction; her tongue lolled and hung eyes half open as she panted. Minerva wrinkled her nose “Poor excuse for a feline” she practically growled, releasing the scruff the tigress’s head just flopped back down.
Zenda smiled and snapped her fingers. 2 guards appeared “take Sheena, leave the muzzle on, and hobble her, HOG tie her and toss her in Raja’s cage for now.” She turned back to the conversation as the 2 guard produced a thick pole. They released Sheena and the tigress slipped own to lie on her side at the human’s feet. Zenda smiled fingering the magical necklaces and running her toes around Sheena’s muzzle as they re-bound Sheena’s front paws, then the hind ones, and slipped the pole between them. It took 4 men to lift her swaying from the meat pole and they walked out.
Mr. Ping was still confused “what are you talking about, are you trying to tell me that THIS is the Circe from what, 4000 years ago? Odysseus? And the whole thing…and what kind of name is that for a parrot?
Circe smiled again, her eyes sparkling dangerously “You should never mention a lady’s age, don’t you know that. As for my pet” she turned and nuzzled the parrot’s beak “Didn’t you come with a driver?
Mr. Ping nodded “Yes Dennis…. Wait your saying…?”
Circe raised one eyebrow and nodded to the Parrot.
Ping turned pale his eyes widening “Oh my God DENNIS!?
Circe chuckled “that’s GODDESS to you.”
Otwani walked over “Wot is it?”
Mr. Ping stammered “Dennis is my driver, he’s black except for his right arm…he was burned in a fire and the skin graft was white...that parrot has a white wing…the right one.
Actaeon again interrupted “Listen I believe we are here for the next phase of the plan. John.” he nodded to Mr. Ping, his first name John “Dennis is not a key player, there are other drivers and he will live out a normal parrot’s life, a very PLEASANT one from how I have seen Circe treat her pets.
As Circe and Minerva walked by, Ping stared at the parrot. Circe smiled under her eyebrows and winked.
Ping asked her “You…would really want to convert ME into an animal…a REAL one?
Circe paused and cupped his chin in her silken soft warm hand “You’d make an ADORABLE panda” and then leaned in to place a soft kiss on his nose. Her lips were softer than anything he had ever felt, and had a light sweet scent of wine. The woman ran her fingers thru his hair using her nails gently as if she were petting him causing goose bumps to rise on his arms “Think about it.”
Circe and Minerva descended the spiral stair case into the living rock of the mountain that the roman villa was built on. The same room in which Wonder Woman had been broken and raped in. Minerva had to hold onto the railing each step was tortured pain as her joints screamed at the exertion, and she was panting by the time they emerged at the bottom. The 2 walked into a large room where N’bid Ela hung, her eyes closed, bound to a St. Andrews cross.
The room contained shelves and shelves of ancient looking books, and scrolls, transferred there from N’bid’s cave, and was lighted by candles. The old black shaman was naked, and her shriveled breasts hung like 2 deflated water balloons.
Thick leather bands secured the old woman’s bony wrists and ankles to the cross and she hung in obvious pain, her hip bones protruding as the old woman labored to breath.
Minerva walked up sneering “Sure you won’t change your mind N’bid? I assure you I can give you much worse than this.
Drawing a ragged breath N’bid, opened her eyes and raised her head with effort “What have you done….with my student, I will…never give you, the ancient writings.
Her face twisting in rage Minerva drew back her hand, fingers crooked to rake her long nails across the old woman’s face, when Circe caught her wrist, causing the parrot to squawk
“Oh come now Minerva, don’t be so...MORTAL” the dark clad Greek goddess chuckled.
Minerva hissed “That’s easy for you to say YOU’RE not the one whose body is twisted in pain. Arthritis, degenerative bone, plus nerve damage from, those men. Don’t you know Apollo? Have him heal me?
Circe rolled her eyes “patients Minerva… Apollo owes me no favors and has no love for me, besides he sleeps with most of the other Olympians. We do not need N’bid’s cooperation any more.
Minerva’s eyes alight “you managed to unlock the spells?
Circe took a sip from her goblet “enough…look at the floor.
Minerva looked down, inscribed on the floor around the old woman and cross, was a pentagram, drawn with black candles at each point of the star. Circe retrieved a black bound book, with a similar pentagram inscribed on the cover in gold.
N’bid sneered “you are quite brave, to torment an old woman, and you will not control or contain Semiazas.
Minerva snorted “What is she talking about?
Circe laughed and placed her goblet and the parrot down, raising her long arms to expose the supple skin beneath the sleeves.“Semiazas, what some would call a fallen angel, a Demon…
N’bid wheezed “if you seek me as a sacrifice, I am afraid I am a bit old for his tastes….and I defeated him long ago.
Circe smiled under her dark brows and began to walk toward N’bid, moving with the grace of a stalking tiger. “Oh my dear N’bid, *I* did not tie you up, nor am I as, crass as my dear friend Minerva. I am a Greek goddess my dear and I have more than one ability…
Like an artist with a brush stroke the silken hand of the Goddess Circe slide gently under the parched dry sagging breast. Like a wilted flower growing backwards the ebony flesh firmed and became silken and pillowy soft, the nipple firming pertly.
N’bid let out a gasp of surprise as the Circe’s sharp nails very gently teased across the other breast, transforming it, like its twin into a youthful tight “A” cup.
The old Shaman’s eyes searched Circe’s “W...why H...how?
Circe chuckled “oh dearest, I am a GODDESS…giving a FEW extra years to you mortals is nothing to me. The shapely young Greek sliding her hands along N’bid’s side to the bony sagging ass. As her hands moved the flesh responded, firm youthful muscle making a firm tight buttocks
Minerva was furious, a growl in her voice she moved to leap at Circe only to have her hip give out and she fell to one knee “you stupid BITCH you give HER the gift of LIFE but you won’t heal ME!?
Circe casually looked over her shoulder “Contain yourself Minerva; What I give this mortal is transient, what I will give YOU is much more, or should I say what WE give you.” Her eyes alight with mischief as she smiled to N’bid.
N’bid stared in disbelief “You think you will gain my loyalty? I am ready to die Goddess… I am a Shaman, of Africa; my spirit is in all things.
Circe smiled back running a single finger along the old woman’s bare belly, the stomach turning youthful and firm as the stunning goddess took 2 delicate fingers to gently probe the old woman’s cunt. As she did the dry lips because soft and puffy, and slick as the woman’s youthful vigor returned.
Minerva made her way back to her feet “Come ON Circe! SHE may be growing younger but *I* am not.
Circe considered “hmmm I suppose your right.”
N’bid felt a strength she had not had in years “Circe what you are DoMMPH!”
Circe leaned in and placed a grand daughterly kiss on the old woman’s mouth. As they touched N’bid’s whole body began to transform. Her wiry short hair began to grow long with a shiny luster. Her limbs, atrophied with age became healthy and firm, her bones actually began contracting. As N’bid’s age reversed, Circe’s kiss became more passionate. The 2 women kissing as Circe crushed her lips to N’bid's, feeling the full soft pillowy lips
As Circe’s tongue pressed against the youthful lips her arms slipped between the woman and the cross in an embrace, Circe running the inside of her upper thigh warmly against N’bid’s outer thigh.
The old woman, surprised with the first fires of lust she had felt in over 50 years could not be expected to resist. The 2 women kissing as N’bid’s body became that of a 16 year old. Firm pert breasts, shapely thighs her eyes alight with fire.
As Circe broke the kiss she caught N’bid’s bottom lip gently between her teeth. The Goddess panted as she gently let the lip slide from her gentle bite “Oh my, was it good for YOU?”
N’bid stood proudly on her cross, her vision clear, she could feel the blood rushing thru her body. She called on her powers of nature
“Bome, diere leen my jou krag” (Trees animals Lend me your strength!)
Around them the room darkened, from the living rock bolts of energey lashed out to dance at the rim of the Pentagram around N’bid and her captors.
N’bid stared, as Circe gently caressed her cheek “ohhhhh I’m sorry muffin… I’m afraid they while I DID make the most powerful and experienced shaman on earth stronger by returning her youth…. That I also took precautions, and I do not THINK you’re going to have time to figure a way around it, Minerva your turn.
The red head turned and limped to an alter grabbing one of N’bid’s own mystic bowls and began to add ingredients from pre measured vials quietly chanting
“Semiazas, Fallen angle of Africa, hear my call and summon to me...”
N’bid watched calmly “Summon Semiazas if you wish but you will never control him, he will be your undoing….”
Now it was Minerva’s turn to smile a dark mirthless smile as Circe began to recite the words of a summoning spell “Who said anything about controlling him?”
N’bid struggled against her bonds as a glowing blue line appeared in the air of the room. At the bottom of the line a golden cloven hoof appeared, like that of a white tailed deer. It was delicate and slender and the 2 golden toes of the hooves flexed as brilliant indigo blue leg appeared and stepped onto the floor of the room standing on its toes its heel high in the air. As if stepping thru a dimensional door way the demon slowly emerged. The hoof attached to a firm indigo leg, then a flank, a torso and finally the demon stepped thru, entering the room/
The skin of the being shimmered and was smooth, like that of a salamander, glowed unnaturally and shimmered in the dancing torchlight as if slippery, like emerging wet from a shower. Semiazas body was sleek, and muscular, like that of a marathon runner, and the demon had softly pulsing red lines that resembled tribal runes that ran up the outsides of his legs, up his firm buttocks along his sides and arms.
While the demon’s dorsal side was the deep glowing blue, his belly as an equally glowing gold, running from the insides of his thighs up over the sheath between his legs up a muscular chest to his throat.
Semiazas wore no clothing, and as he emerged seemed proud of the gold sack that he sported between his legs, a supple spade like tail moved behind him, the tail blue and sporting a gold ring, beneath it the gold coloration ran from between the demon’s legs and terminated at the root of the tail.
On his back a pair of impossibly large shimmering blue membranous wings folded to arch over his head. Semiazas paused as if a sleeper just awakening, and his eyes opened to reveal a pair of vertical pupil glowing red eyes, set in a saurian like head, a pair of horns arching from his head oriented forward. As if confused a moment, the demon blinked, a pair of nictitating membranes sliding over his eyes, and a thin forked tongue tasted the air, before licking the short muzzle. He held up his arms in front of him. Built like a boxer, the arms were blue to his elbows where the smooth shimmering golden coloration merged with the blue, and on the tip of each of the 4 fingers and thumb, a black onyx needle sharp talon curved. While the look was incredibly powerful, it actually looked graceful.
Semiazas looked around the room not pausing on any of the humans in the room, his brow frowning as he examined the floor. Then he spoke, his voice a rich baritone “No Pentagram? No mystic circles? Who has summoned Semiazas from his slumber and for what reason?”
Minerva spoke “revenge”
Semiazas’ head turned, his tail moving behind him with a mind of its own, and he stepped toward the red haired woman “Whose revenge? On me?”
Minerva made a gesture to the St Andrews cross “Yours, do you not recognize her?”
N’bid strained at her bondage, her naked body arching “Stop this he’s a Demon Release me and together we may yet MUMMPH!”
Circe had rolled her eyes, feeding the parrot a peanut she made a gesture “oh be quite N’bid” and a leather band appeared around the Shaman’s mouth.
At the name Semiazas’s eyes widened and he stepped toward the naked bound Shaman “N’bid? You imprisoned me, placed me in the sleep, and bound, in the same mystic pentagram used on me.” The Demon’s eyes narrowed and he turned, arching his taloned fingers as mystic energy passed between them like electricity “A trick, you wish to trap me within the circle and use her as bait?”
Circe spoke, using one hand to sweep her main of hair over her shoulder “An alliance, you hunger do you not?
The demon considered, and stepped around N’bid warily each step causing an echo in the stone room as his hooves clipped against the floor “I do, but I could easily take either of you…what KIND of alliance?”
Minerva replied “The Shaman has knowledge we need, take her, consume her spirit, her soul, and consign her to non-existence, no after life for her. And then use her body as a vessel as you see fit. Join us as you like and this world will be our playground and once you have consumed her soul you will have all of her shamanic knowledge and abilities to add to your own.
Semiazas felt the stirrings of lust as he listened “How do I know you will not betray me once if I step into the circle?”
Minerva answered annoyed “how do we know you will not betray us with the vast power you will have, and destroy the whole world?”
Circe replied to her accomplice “Minerva you really MUST stop watching American television. Semiazas is a hunter; would you slaughter your entire food source for fun and then starve?”
Semiazas now regarded Circe and a warm smile crept over his face “You are Olympian, have I your word that everything said is the truth, in good faith?”
Circe smiled darkly “Cross my heart hope to die”
N’bid, silenced by the gag could only listen and watch as they negotiated over her. She struggled with all of her strength, not only would her soul be consumed by the demon if she did not get away, she had no doubt the demon would use her form to put any final nails in Sheena’s coffin and forever bind her to Otwani and his queen. Sheena really would be their human pet.
Semiazas approached now, smiling as his forked tongue flicked the air, tasting it, tasting N’bid’s scent. Approaching the pentagram the demon’s golden hoof broke the line in the air above the symbol and a red energy surrounded the limb at that line. The demon stepped in easily, flexing the membranous wings to re settle them on his back. His smile filled with sharp interlocking fangs. The demon entered easily enough. The symbol was made to keep things in, not prevent entry.
N’bid’s eyes widened as she saw the demon’s length extending from his sheath, the slender spike was a soft red in contrast to the yellow sheath surrounding it and the sac below it.
“Hello N’bid, I have waited long for this”
As Semiazas stepped closer, she could not smell the demon, there was no scent of sulfur or brimstone as in the movies, instead it was a cross between roses and jasmine and a…light...animal musk. The aroma causing her heart to begin to race. She could not explain it but this was the scent of lust. Like the pheromones given off by animals who are intent on mating.
Semiazas reached out a taloned hand and used the tips of the talons to very gently lift one of N’bid’s young pouting breasts. The saurian head smiled as N’bid inhaled sharply thru her nose. The rich baritone chuckled “do you remember N’bid; humans make demons repulsive to delude themselves as to our evil nature, why would I be disgusting to hunt you. You like that touch don’t you? Respond, you are compelled by the summoning circle to tell the truth just like when you had me trapped in one.
N’bid, tried to resist but felt her head nod, just because she did not WANT the touch did not mean it did not feel nice.
Semiazas stepped closer towering over N’bid, leaning in to lick the young girls face. N’bid felt the demon’s body, his breath was sweet, and soft, his skin was indeed slippery, but warm, covered in a light, slippery mucous. It was like the sensation of a slippery rubber or leather but it was alive. “I do not think we need this anymore do we?” The demon slipped a talon under the leather, and like cutting butter severed the gag.
Minerva and Circe both tenses as N’bid gasped “Away from me Demon!”
Semiazas “oh your mouth says no but your EYES say yes.” He used a single finger to lift N’bid’s chin and lean in. His smooth slipper lips pressed to hers. And N’bid felt her mouth go slack, the long forked tongue sliding into her mouth and actually gently sliding down her throat.
Circe smiled, Semiazas, she knew, is a form of incubus, everything about it was designed to prey on women. It could not outright control their mind, but its saliva had an aphrodisiac effect, the mucous on its body meant to lubricate and make the pleasant sensations during sex.
N’bid moaned as her throat relaxes and she felt herself suckling on the soft tongue as the demon took it’s time exploring every crevasse, every tooth. N’bid pressing her lips around the tongue as it withdrew and opening her throat as it extended again and again. She felt Semiazas’s tail slide gently around her thigh, the spade severing her ankle bonds before sliding up her thigh to her sex, leaving a shimmering trail before the soft spade began to gently caress over her sex.
Outside Circe explained “see how he mesmerizes her? Seduces her, oh I DO like his style.”
Within the circle, the demon gently traced a wet talon up her Arm. While she trembled
“You cannot win Semiazas, they are tricking you, to do what I know you want, required a virgin sacrifice, I lost my virginity many years ago.”
Semiazas again chuckled “you have not looked at what the Goddess did to you have you?” using his tail N’bid’s toes pointed and she gasp as the tail spread her soft petals and rubbed over the woman’s hymen “When they restored your youth they restored your virginity.”
The old Shaman’s eyes widened “No!”
The demon chuckled his warm smooth body against hers, “yes, though I suppose you COULD offer yourself, but while I am within the circle, those 2 can command me, even if they have not had to….of course YOU can change that
Circe cried out “No! You made a deal!
He demon ignored her speaking to N’bid “what do you offer?” While he spoke, Semiazas lifted his right hand and a soft ink brush covered in blood red ink appeared. He lifted the Sham’s right breast with his slippery golden hand and began to paint a spiral, a mystic symbol, around the base of N’bid’s soft breast toward the nipple. He was decorating her. The brush was cool and slippery causing her nipple to harden.
N’bid knew she did not have much time to act. Circe was already leafing thru her summoning book to dispel the demon. She spoke quickly “I am in the Summoning Circle; you know I must speak the truth to you from the Demon realm. I will give myself willingly, and my knowledge, but leave this world and my student.”
Semiazas nodded and said “Done” as Circe began to recite.
N’bid closed her eyes summoning her Shamanistic powers, and combining them with the demonic ones; the force of life opened a small blue hole in the air around the pentagram. And Semiazas held out a taloned hand. The book flew to him thru the opening, and as soon as he touched it, the air around the Pentagram shimmered briefly, in the same instant, a gesture from his other hand. Circe and Minerva flew up against the solid rock wall. From his hand a silky white substance sprayed over the 2 women, cocooning them to the wall so that only their eyes and nose were visible. The soft sticky silk was warm and was liquid at first but as it quickly dried it gently constricted until the 2 women hung glaring angrily. Around Circe, Semiazas continued to spray his silky stream on the rock around her to form another Pentagram. “Pentagrams are crude but useful, kind of like a battle axe, but so very effective.” He chuckled “yes now that I have the book *I* control the pentagram.
Semiazas now turned back to N’bid “I expect you to keep your oath.” Using a talon he cut N’bid free of the cross.
Once again on her feet N’bid moved her youthful body toward the stairs, and was blocked by the Summoning circle, a shower of red spark erupting. N’bid turned to the hooved demon. “I gave my word within the Pentagram or summoning circle, whichever you care to name it.
Semiazas chuckled “I have been tricked too many times….and waited too long for this. I am going to consume your soul now; if you wish your sacrifice to have meaning…you will comply.
N’bid again felt her heart race; would this be how it would end? She had been expecting death, she was centuries old, bit she had expected her spirit to live on in nature…perhaps in a way it would, if she nourished the demon, must like the circle of life, her being would live on in his? Was that what it wanted? Her he down she approached the powerful demon. “Yes master”
Semiazas lifted his hand to caress her face, and she responded licking at the palm of his hand. He smiled as his leathery wing slipped around her naked ebony body “that’s it N’bid, just let this happen, the aphrodisiacs in my body will make your ending a very pleasant one.
Minerva glared as she watched the 2 embrace within the pentagram, Semiazas’s wings circling around N’bid as the woman leaned in to place a passionate kiss on the indigo demon’s muzzle, his taloned hands roaming her body beneath his wings as he caressed her firm ass. Within the silent room they could hear the mucous crackling as the black woman was coated in the substance from the demon.
When they broke the kiss, N’bid shimmered, her body was incredibly sensitive. She knew this was how the demon fed; he could not take her soul without her own orgasm. She stood before him looking up at him. While she had not had many sexual expirnces in her life she was not ignorant. She knew she was hastening her own doom, but this felt SO nice…reaching out her hand curled around the red slender phallus of the demon, both slippery now she gently stroked it.
Semiazas’s eyes were alight with fire as her other hand cupped the bright golden sac that swum between his legs. “Down N’bid, on your belly at my hooves like a serpent”
By now almost in a daze, N’bid sunk to her belly, laying her hands by her sides she lay before the demon the 2 golden hooves filling her vision, the sand from the stone clung to the top of the smooth hoof while beneath, the soft dirt gently pressed to the sides from the demon’s weight
“Now N’bid, between the toes of my hooves is a very powerful scent gland, can you smell it?”
Crossing his arms smiling down, his wings refolded the demon smiled as N’bid gently pressed her nose to the crease between his toes and felt her inhale, and exhale, her soft warm breath warm on his feet with great enjoyment he simply said “lick them”
To N’bid the scent was like orange blossoms, but it made her heart race. Almost without thinking, her arms at her side she used her belly muscles to move up the extra few inches and pressed her lips to the smooth warm hooves, the flat of her tongue licking from the sharp toes to the top of the hoof leaving a trail of her saliva. She tasted the dirt and grime, but there was also a spicy exciting taste.
Above her she heard the demon chuckle as she began to kiss fervently at the hooves. It was nowhere NEAR as bad as she had imagined. The hoof material was hard, but warm, and her tongue could slip between the toes to get at that taste quite easily. Semiazas allowed her to clean one hoof. From her ground level view N’bid could see the weight shift, in her mind she never considered how a foot or hoof would look as its master controlling it moved. The hoof she was licking lifted, and underneath she saw the soft blue pad like material and she felt it come to rest on the back of her head, gently pressing her face to the other hoof. Somewhere deep within her, N’bid felt humiliated, but the feeling going thru her body overpowered that. She was consciously aware that this was exactly how an incubus works; he would have her crawl before him for his amusement like a cat playing with a mouse, until he was ready.
Semiazas smiled down at her, and with another gesture, pillows formed behind him and he reclined, lifting the hoof she was currently licking, and he was rewarded with her taking the whole hoof into her mouth, her tongue slathering along the underside.
N’bid felt as if she didn’t climax, she would die, her free hand slipping down between her legs to begin rubbing at her clit.
At the sound of the soft squishes coming from between the woman’s legs, the demon lifted his hoof from her head “ah ah...not till I say” he said gently kicking her hand away before placing his foot back on her head “I have waited a long time for this N’bid, once I have extinguished your soul I will keep your body under my hooves to trample you like the dirt you are, now come, serve me….”
Hearing her master speak, N’bid’s tongue began to dance up the legs. Licking at the smooth slippery rubber like skin as she licked up each leg headed for the demon’s crotch, each kiss and lick as she nuzzled his legs, increased her want and desire, stoking her fires like a growing forest fire, while the demon enjoyed her soft lips.
Hanging from the wall, the 2 betrayed women struggled futilely as they watched the demon enjoy himself.
When N'bid reached his soft golden sac, Semiazas stood again, spreading his legs to allow her to tea bag him.
She took the soft musky orbs into her mouth her tongue gently arranging each one in each cheek so she looked like some kind of human chipmunk.
Semiazas was in no hurry, and he let her work for almost an hour before reaching down, one hand cupping under her chin, the other on the back of her head and guided her mouth to his stiff cock.
To N’bid, the scent was pure arousal, the cock was not blunt like a humans, but was slender to a point, the slippery substance there was different from that on his body but she no longer cared as she pressed her soft lips around it and let the demon pull her face into his crotch.
Her nose pressed up against his smooth golden belly, the world muffled around her as his firm thighs rubbed against her cheek. Semiazas held her there for a while just to enjoy the feeling of her warm slippery mouth on his unwashed cock. As he expected her felt her tongue slip between his length and his sheath to slip around the smooth pocket where his cock rested when not aroused. It has been a LONG time. Holding her under her chin and by the back of her head, the demon began to plow into her face and down her throat. He was not just having her suck, he was fucking her face. N’bid felt his thigh muscles bunch, and heard the clip of his hooves as he opened his stance to drive his cock into her throat.