Bottleneck
Unto Bress, Loe yielded glimpses of the full extent of his power.
The ripples in her flesh with every thrust resonated deep within his primordial core, recalling the secret history of its host, recounting days of yore when the body of a woman was one sweet pleasure he was rarely afforded. Loe’s blind eyes were lost beneath the miasma of his shifting form. Gaseous and vague, he flickered like a black flame in a soundless wind, quivering ever so slightly as he drew Bress toward the outline of his waist to spear her on the end of his sex. The carnal sensation of taking meat and molding it to fold encompassing over his shaft earned growls from the beast, reverberations deep in his presence slipping from where lips may have been. She struggled and she whined, cooing and coiling in her meager attempt to sate his desires, but he was in no mood to rush his enjoyment. If only she bled, a broken toy in his clawed grasp. Philiadus wanted impregnation as one accustomed to living might desire and Loe wanted ruin as the memory of the old ones might demand, but both parties were contented with complete control of their hostage.
When she reached her first climax, Loe soaked in the warm gush of her enjoyment, reveling in the limp quality her body took when so exhausted. He forced a second orgasm soon after. He forced a third as she begged him to stop. By the fourth, she was crying miserably, but still, she came and he cradled her in the bed of his massive palms, feeling the strain of her muscles and the hot streaks of her tears. It wasn’t a question of whether she would regret their time together. She would. Loe didn’t care if she did. Instead, he contemplated whether he meant to keep his promise. If this union didn’t end here, could he be trusted to free her?
So small and insignificant…
His pace slowed, his monstrous jaw shifting to and fro with the grind of his barbaric canines. As his mouth eased open during a heavy pant, his tongue unfurled, slithering forth to flicker its forked tips at Bress’ pulse in an effort to catch the erratic rhythm it currently beat at. Without prompting, one of his hands slipped from her backside and the anchor bridged to his waist, trailing up her ribcage and across her supple torso and further still until his inhuman fingers gripped firmly around her neck. Leaning down so he was hovering precariously close to the demon’s portrait, Loe stared at her overwhelmed state with an intensity he couldn’t justify.
“Ask for it.”
As puzzled as she was expected to be, Bress huffed through her winded breathing, attempting to gather some semblance of composure. “…ask what?”
“For comfort. That is what you want, is it not? The illusion of comfort… of familiarity at this moment. You want to feel in control of this meeting and for that to happen, you want comfort. The assurance I am not torturing you by repeating the crimes you committed in the past, but for my own pleasure. You want to hear me praise you because if I do not do so, you will reflect on this as a violation.”
Dipping his chin so his tongue could maneuver lower, it wrapped about one of her full breasts, the obsidian appendage in sharp contrast with the woman’s ivory complexion. He was the darkness descending upon her life; a threat she couldn’t avoid. Until he was quenched of this particular thirst, Bress would be his to make use of. The frustrations bled away as he watched how she considered his words, her portrait flashing with confusion and fear before she nodded once.
“Do you believe I am enjoying myself?” Loe mused, pleased. “How would I show my enjoyment in a manner to permit you vulnerability in propinquity?”
“How do you touch something fragile?” Bress closed her eyes, tears rolling from her pale lashes as she stole what precious air she could during the ease in Loe’s pumping. “I think you know how to comfort me without me explaining what needs to be done. You’re not stupid. Just ugly and cruel- but we’re so close to Khu’chev, there’s little else to be.” Was she smiling? He couldn’t tell for sure. “Perhaps I found myself in Jannah because they’re so good at being gracious and inviting. They wanted me and I never questioned it. I just knew-”
Fingertips eased from her neck, freeing her throat from the threat of his grip. Instead, he danced his strange claws across her plump bottom lip, tracing the crescent curve in silence. She kept her mouth open because she was caught off guard and he took advantage of the opening, dipping the first digit past the threshold and atop the moist sponge of her tongue. The muscle panicked and bucked as it attempted to shy away, but he didn’t give it much choice, petting along the bed of tastebuds in a manner one might mistake for a bout of ardor.
“Carefully,” he retorted, gently ensuring she couldn’t answer, “and with great satisfaction. ”
Bress arched weakly, her thighs rubbing apprehensively at his hips, but Loe was a force beyond reason and the struggles of a lesser monstrosity were laughable. With every heave of her breasts, he lost focus, finding solace in her bouncing cunt swallowing the entirety of his cock. He meant to devour her but until he did, her warm holes were beckoning the long-forgotten feelings of dominance his host had once sought to fulfill. What manner of debauchery could be committed? Was he losing his motivations because his self-control was slipping? Every thrust was another nail in the coffin, finalizing his ultimate goal for Bress. He reached his zenith as she did something unthinkable- her lips forming a tight seal around his knuckle so she was could suck in time with his movement. To his surprise, he could come. He filled her tightened cavity to the brim and continued still, pushing more cum into the confines of her slit even as it pushed out the earliest pumps. Cum spilled from her spread hole, forced out, left to drip onto the stone below.
Kysad’s home was silent aside from the sounds of their coupling, but beyond the mountainside and into the darkness, Loe could feel Kysad and Jasa making their way closer.
Why did he feel pride in defiling Bress while occupying Kysad’s lair?
Better yet, why did he feel as if this entire situation was inevitable?
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