Stranger wants +18

Standard disclaimer applies: This story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Lucius

It was amazing, and the taste! Oh, like milk and honey after years of wandering in the desert...

She opened around my tongue, and when I fitted my fingers inside of her, she managed to give those weak little writhing motions and cried out so desperately that it was like a song.

But what was more amazing was how her previously virginal p*ssy widened, quivering open, for the second finger and the third... and then the fourth.

I scissored and spread, and that hot channel adapted, as if it was a natural thing for whatever she was.

"Okay, this next part might hurt, but I'm going to try. Trust me, okay?" I whispered it up at her while I drew my hand away and met her eyes again, only to inhale sharply.

She didn't answer because she couldn't. She was a maddened thing above me, a starved animal that lifted her head and snapped her teeth, only to fall back again and hiss with weakness.

There was no more thought left in those eyes, no light either. They were like mine, except the black smoke had overtaken all of hers, where my own eyes always had at least tiny flecks of white.

"Christo." I crawled up her body, terrified of losing her, of failing when I had never had the chance of having a fledgling.

It's okay. She's okay but suffering. Just work slowly, and she'll take it.

It was strange to have Depravity calm me, but it made me take a breath, made me gently kiss her forehead. "Open up for me."

I made it a command, in the voice of compulsion, and her body shuddered as if there was an effect. She was more than wet enough too, with cum staining my black bedding.

I spread her thighs open and jacked myself a little, enjoying the touch when I didn't give myself a lot of s*xual attention anymore. But the look of it in my hand made me afraid again.

The self control that was so strong from my Mistress' cruelty only barely stood up to her magical scent, but it did. In the end, the only thing that made me try was Depravity's threat to do it himself.

I didn't think he would intentionally harm her because he had a twisted form of affection for his creations, but he played really rough.

So, I took a deep breath and pressed myself to her entrance.

The growl that left me was guttural, demonic, because as soon as I pressed just a little, it was already the best sensation I had ever felt.

The little creature beneath me shouted, cried, and squealed, endless sounds of hunger.

She managed to grasp my wrists where I held myself over her, with my hands on either side of her head.

And finally she could speak again. "Yes! More!"

I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to because whatever magic she was spinning gripped me and held me slave over her.

I pressed inside of her slowly, so f*cking slowly, but with every torturous bit she widened even farther, her p*ssy adjusting impossibly to take even me.

"Holy f*ck." Depravity cackled with his sick glee and I groaned and she arched, trying to get more even while I held her back.

I wasn't sure how she was adjusting like this, but I didn't want to go too fast and hurt her.

"No! More! I need it, please God, I need it... I'm so hungry, so empty..."

"Patience," I answered in a growl, even while I didn't want to follow my own command at f*cking all.

How long had it been since I'd had s*x without blood as the lubricant, without ripping the tender flesh open and feeling the results on my c*ck?

How long had it been since I'd gotten this basic pleasure of being able to f*ck? I couldn't think of a time since Astarte's hell.

It was heavenly, like silk sliding over such a sensitive area, like the softest touch stroking me, gripping me...

Slowly. I forced myself and it took everything I had, but I did it, staring down into her maddened black eyes and inhaling the smell of satanic lust that permeated from her pores. But finally, an age later, I could go no farther.

She squealed again, and this time it was satisfied. Her c*nt tightened like a vice around me, so that I choked in shock. It held me in place, ensuring I wouldn't leave that orifice that worked on me like a mouth.

I couldn't move inside of her and, even if I could find a way to reach orgasm, I knew her body wouldn't let me finish until she was fed.

Because oh, she was certainly feeding in the strangest way.

That well of demonic magic inside of me was being pulled from and she closed her eyes as if in ecstasy, every breath leaving her as a gasp of need.

She drank of it in the same way that a vampire would drink from the vein. And even while I watched her, there was a visible change.

Strength flooded back into her body, her cheeks turned sensually flushed, her hair darkened until it was black as her eyes and then it grew into something unrivaled in beauty, her lips seemed to become fuller and they turned a glittering pale pink in color.

What was more, her breasts became larger even while they seemed to tighten so that the result was two perfectly perky, round handfuls.

I looked down because I could feel her thighs changing, but couldn't see the end results.

Every line disappeared from her face, every asymmetrical flaw that all creatures had was smoothed over into something so s*xually perfect that it was terrifying, even while an ageless innocence seemed to pronounce itself in her features as well.

Depravity sang happily through my blood and he cooed, deranged and loving.

Finally, her drinking of my magic ceased and the velvet vice locking my c*ck in place relaxed and she opened her eyes, ones that were filled with black smoke.

Her lips curved upwards and her fangs were still elongated, still glistening in a sight that sensually teased.

She giggled and it sounded so much like the demon inside of me, with the exact same insane cadence, that it made me moan. What have you created?

Depravity didn't answer because he was too gleeful, more so than I had ever seen him, and that was scary in itself.

But then I couldn't think about it anymore because she wrapped her arms around my neck and every movement was designed to tease me, to call to my lust.

She lifted, begging me. "More, please."

I couldn't resist. Whatever magic she possessed swept me in its tide and I pulled out of her only to thrust back inside her.

She gasped in satisfaction, a delighted bell like sound, and lifted to meet my rhythm.

"More!"

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