ncubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 22: Welcome to Starblocks

"Suck it better. What the hell do ya think I'm blackmailin' you for?"

"Hurk, hlk, hhrk!" Yui Bominable glared upwards at the teen she was blowing. She lost another fight to the black-skinned bastard.

"Take it slow but deep. I don't want a machine to rapid-blow my dick; I want'na real girl." Django groaned, and the smug look on his face made the crouching teenager feel nothing but disgust for her classmate. He stared at her. "What's wit that look? Don't forget you lost our daily fight... Bet you are doin' better than last time."

Yui's eyes widened, and her face turned red as she remembered that blowjob from two days ago when they were in his car. He had been so rough with her then; he'd practically thrown her around like an object and gave her lots of pleasure.

The harmless lymphocele lumps on his member always made it challenging to get him off during intercourse without getting too aroused herself—and this wasn't going to be anything different. It would take all night just to make sure he came once before she could go home.

"So when will you let me fuck you?" Django asked, placing one hand on her white-haired girl's head and pulling down hard enough to hurt while forcing himself deeper into the young woman's mouth. Her lips stretched wide open as far as they could stretch and still stay attached to his shaft.

The light blue skin girl repressed the urge just to bite the man's dick off here and now. She can totally do it being half-Yeti and all. But if she did, then there goes their relationship and trust between them both.

By that, she means all the information about everything done together will go to her parents, and Yui won't let that happen.

She swallowed the saliva that built up inside her throat and tried not to gag as his cockhead touched the back of her throat.

"Oh, don't bother tryin' to rush the process––I don't blow that easy. Thou if you want to get better, work the shaft while fondlin' my balls." Django pointin' to his balls.

Scowling, the green-eyed teen proceeded to use her free hands to massage the boy's hefty scrotum lightly. The girl did this as she continued to slobber on the hustler's knob, feeling the large ballsack nearly spill out of her small hand. The student council president kept up her oral ministrations for several more minutes before the raven-haired man began ejaculating.

"Get ready, Prez. I cum's a lot."

A 'lot' was an understatement. His cock quivered, and his balls tightened as he began to flood Yui's throat. Lumps emerged in her throat as she tried to swallow the thick globs, gulping them down while trying not to choke. Spittle dripped from her light blue lips. His cum is always so hot and sticky. Like she was drinking hot chocolate mixed with honey.

Her body shuddered as the first blast hit her tongue and ran down her chin. She moaned softly as she felt his warm seed run along her throat and drip onto her chest.

Yui's eyes rolled back into her head as the second wave of semen erupted from his penis. This time, the teenager didn't have much choice but to swallow. Django's third load of the night splattered against her tonsils.

The… oh, by the motherland, the smell is always overwhelming.

It wasn't long after the fourth load that the teen finally pulled away from the man the same age as her, taking a few deep breaths.

"That was better. You know how to suck a mean cock now," Django said, wiping his dripping dick on the side of her cheek.

"Shut… up… you," Yui started cursing and panting heavily.

"Now I'ma gonna show you what a real man does to his partner!"

Django grabbed the young woman roughly, lifting her up and holding her above his crotch. Her legs dangled over his shoulders, giving the horny teen plenty of room to manoeuvre.

"Oh, please, not again!" You begged, not wanting to feel the pleasure again.

"Then stop fightin' me!" Django said. "All dis will if ya let just fuck you already!"

The next thing Yui knew was that her ass was on fire. A burning sensation spread across shapely butt cheeks and through her entire lower back.

"Ow, ow, owwwww..." Yui screamed as the pain and pleasure grew worse and worse until it became unbearable.

"Ya know dis will stop if you let me fuck your pussy," Django said, but the student council president said no, like always.

The half-Yeti female held her tightly to his groin, using his arms and thighs to hold the girl steady as he began fucking her.

"Uuughh! Oh god, it hurts so bad, but feels good too!"

"C'mon, Prez. Ain't ya tired of dis?" Django asked. "Just let me smash, and we stop our deal."

"No! I won't let you fuck me! Not once! Not ever! I'll never permit you to touch my pussy, you bastard! And I swear to God if you try it, I will kill you!"

The boy laughs at her threat and begins to pump slowly as he knows Yui hates slow fuckin' knowin' the white-haired girl cums with errvy single thrust. "Gurl, ya can't even beat me yet in our daily fights."

The girl's face contorted into a grimace as the black-haired boy pounded her harder and faster, driving his cock deeper within her tight asshole.

"Nnnnngggg! Ouch! Stop moving so slow! Hurry up and finish already!"

"Hurry up and cum! Then I promise I will stop."

The teen whimpered as she felt his throbbing erection begin to swell and twitch.

Django kissed the girl in a deep, sloppy kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. He moaned loudly as he felt his orgasm approaching.

Her tongue writhes against his, and she sucks hard on his tongue as she tries to get him off.

He moans louder and pulls back from the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Don't stop now!" Yui pleaded. The girl pauses as her words caught up to her. "I didn't mean it!"

"You did say it, though, and I love it when you talk dirty to me. Now cum for me. Cum for your undefeated who loves fuckin ya." the black-haired teen boast.

She dug her claws into his naked shoulders. When he went for another, this one was longer and stronger. She moaned as his cock twitched inside of her rectum, and she felt the familiar warmth build up in her belly.

"Mmmmmmahhhhaaahhhhhh!"

Before she knew what was happening, she was cumming again, again, and again. Every time the student council president came, Django's hips moved faster and harder. Each time she climaxed, the older man's movements became wilder and rougher.

When the teen couldn't take anymore, she pushed him off of her.

Then she heard him chuckle.

"How'd you know I liked it rough?"

Strong muscled arms wrapped around the buxom half-human waist. The light blue skin girl was taken aback when Django suddenly rolled them around. They were now on the floor, with the black-haired male straddled atop her.

"I watched ya fight me evvry day since we started. I saw how you reacted each time I got rough with you. Now get ready because Ima not gon' easy on you anymore," Django stated before shoving back into her back door. Even thou he wants, Django won't smash Yui's kitty until he's gets permission.

"Django" Yui didn't finish when her classmate kissed her for the third, but this time, it won't end until he cums.

"Mfg!"

The sound of their voices filled the air as the dark-skinned boy fucked the half-Yeti girl.

"Mmmmmrrrrowwwwww!" The half-Yeti's cries rattled in Django's mouth, yet she was enjoying every second of this. She came a second time just as quickly, tightening around Django while she gushed. Django didn't stop his steamy kiss but reached down to her bouncy tits with his free hand. She howled as the rough hands squeezed her soft breasts.

As if to mark her as his, Django bit down on the half-Yeti's tongue, grunting hard as he finally blew his load.

"Nnnngh!"

His seed shot out of his cock, filling her insides with hot jism.

"Yessss! Uuuuhh!" The half-Yeti girl cried, shuddering as she felt his warm sperm fill her bowels. She loved how stuffed she was getting right now.

And then he kept on going, pounding in and out of Yui and making her whine and twitch and moan. Fuck, how was he managing to keep on pounding away at her like this? How could any man last this long?

"Oh god, yes! Yes! Keep going! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Yui begged, clawing at his back.

The teen grunted, and then he pulled out of Yui. That was unexpected enough to make her mouth drop open as she felt the shaft sliding out from her rear. Her hole suddenly felt so strange and empty without that inside of her. She made a gasping sound, not sure what had just happened or what she was supposed to do now.

"What are you doing?" She gasped.

The boy smiled down at her.

"Thou should've thought 'bout that earlier."

The half-Yeti stared up at the man, her eyes widening further as he lifted her feet off and kissed her one last time.

"Laters!" Django said, leaving the girl alone and confused.

***

"Oh, no! What am I gonna do? Where did he go?!" Yui panicked as she looked around the clubroom. She searched everywhere, but there was no sign of the black-haired boy.

"I bet he is off breaking the rules again!" A voice called out behind her.

Turning, Yui saw one of her classmates grinning down at her.

"Hey, Prez! We're bored here. Wanna come play with us?"

"No, Makie, I'm looking for Django. Have you seen him?" Yui asked, but the girl shook her head.

"Nope, ain't seen him all day." The pinkette pouted. "He only wants to have sex you with right now… So tell me, how good is he?"

Yui groaned as she turned around and headed towards the exit.

"I guess I'm going home."

***

On a bustin', New York City street is a building that looks brand new with a drive-thru window. Inside is a restaurant that serves a very special dish. It's a place where customers can get anything they want... if the price is right.

A car pulls up to the parkin' lot outside the front of the eatery, and a man steps out of the driver's seat. He wears a suit and tie and has a briefcase in his left hand.

"Damn nice place." the man said, walking into the building. As soon as he enters, he sees dozens of people sitting at tables eating delicious food. There's also an old lady standing near the counter, smiling at him.

"Good evening," a female voice greets him. "Welcome to Starblocks"

"It's Yung Mung", the man replies.

"Who's this?" the woman asks, turning to look at the other patrons.

"It's Yung Mung"

"Oh, okay, what's you need?" she asks.

"Hey, I need some of them things, man."

The woman smiles sweetly at him.

"Of course, sir. How many of 'em?"

"Three of 'em, give me three."

The woman nods "I gots you, just a few pimp."

"Aight, shawty," he says, handing her money.

The woman takes the bills and counts them. After she finishes counting, she gives him his change and a ticket.

"Ay ay, aye, Reezy," the woman calls out in the back.

"What up, Crystal?" Riley answers comin' from the backroom.

"Cu-cuz out here say he needs two of 'em things."

"Oh yeah, he want two of 'em?"

"Yeah Boss."

Crystal turns back to the customer.

"Follow the boss"

Riley walks over to the back room and opens a door.

"Come on in."

Inside the small room, there are shelves full of glass jars filled with different coloured liquids. On the table are several large bottles with labels on them. One of them reads:

"Lcoc - $1500.75"

Another bottle read "Freeman Speich - $1,000.00"

There was another one reading "Dr.King - $200.00"

"Which one you choose?" Crystal asked. "Boss will come with your package a few. Our drinks are the best in New York!"

"That Dr. King thing," Young Mung replied. "I heard about it. I think I'll take that one."

"Ok" Crystal made an ok sign with her hand and grabbed one of the bottles from the self. She places it in a bag and hands it to the young man.

Riley comes in with three briefcases just as the man get his bottles.

"Aight, man. Here your things and remember to come back next week for some 'Cubans' we have comin' in."

Young Mung nodded as he took the bags.

"Thanks, man and you too, Crystal." the man says as he heads to his car.

"Anytime, Mr. Mung." Crystal waves goodbye to him.

***

In the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the desert, there was a shack. It could be found only by following a well-worn path leading straight to it. In the distance stood a tall mountain covered in snow-capped peaks. And on top of that peak sat a lone figure watching the world below.

He was a young man dressed in white robes, holding a staff with a blue crystal at its tip. His hair was long and silky black, falling almost to his waist. He was handsome but sad, tired and weary.

His name was Rufio.

For centuries, Rufio has been on Earth looking for artefacts belonging to former princes of hell. As a warrior of God. These items are too powerful to be left on Earth. They must be returned to the hell where they rightfully belonged. But he had failed to find the final one—the ring of Lust.

After an important item—the Staff of Kings—was stolen from heaven's vault, he left Heaven's side and returned to Earth. To find the missing artefact, he needed more help than ever before. He would recruit someone who wasn't afraid of death; someone willing to die for something greater than themselves. Someone with courage. An individual like Dante.

But first, he had to convince him.

Rufio walked into the shack and closed the door behind himself. Then he lit a candle and placed it on a table in the centre of the room. After lighting the candles, he began chanting in Latin. When he finished, he put away his book and sat down beside the table.

"Dante, my friend, you know why I've brought you here today."

Dante was still seated at the bar, staring at nothing in particular.

"Yes, I do. You wish me to join you in finding the Ring of Lust. Is that correct?"

"Correct."

"Why should I do this?" Dante asked, leaning forward on the stool. "You have explained nothing else."

"Because I believe you will do this willingly because you are a brave and honourable person. Because you care deeply about those around you, even though they may not deserve such feelings." Rufio paused and looked directly at Dante. "Do you understand?"

"I do."

"Then I shall explain everything."

Rufio took a deep breath.

"My friends call me the Angel of Death. I am a warrior of God. For thousands of years, I have fought against evil and injustice. My duty is to protect mankind from Satan's minions. When there is trouble, I am sent to bring justice and peace to those who seek it. This is my purpose and my destiny. But recently, my mission has changed. Now, instead of bringing death and destruction, I fight for life and love."

He picked up the candle and held it close to his face.

"I am searching for the lost rings of Lust so that they can be returned to their rightful place in hell. Rings that were created long ago by Lucifer himself so that he could use them to corrupt mankind. But also hhelpedhis six generals at the time. Rings that are so dangerous that only angels and demons of those princes' bloodline are allowed to touch them. If these rings fall into human hands, it will result in disaster beyond our imagination. Mankind will become slaves to the power given to them through these rings. Their bodies will be used as pleasure objects. Women will be raped and tortured until they are broken and useless. Men will be forced to watch as women are violated and abused. Children will be sold as sex toys and whores."

Rufio stopped talking and looked directly at Dante.

"This cannot happen!" He thundered. "If the ring is not found, humanity will suffer greatly. I fear for what might come to pass if the rings remain here on Earth."

"How can I help? What do you need me to do?"

"I need your help."

"Me? Why me?"

"I believe you are capable of doing what others are not. I see something within you: a strength of character, a desire for justice, and a rare kindness among humans. You possess qualities that make you perfect for this task." Rufio smiled sadly. "And most importantly, you are willing to sacrifice yourself to save others. You have shown me this quality time and again. You showed me this last night when you saved a woman's life from a demon beast."

"Thank you."

"Now, let's talk about how we can accomplish this goal together."