A Demon's Bargain

I hadn’t meant to indicate I wanted her to fellate me! I had only wished for a playful tug or two… but her skill! Over and over, she sucked and licked, swallowing me until she gagged. Though her thoughts were searing hot, it was readily apparent that she was making a tremendous effort to please me, and my ego delighted in the attention. Pheromones were coming off of her in thick swells, their feminine redolence divulging her own intense arousal.

Her throat quivered and closed around my privates as she choked, her teeth grazing the sides of me. I groaned, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation. Months worth of self-denial had birthed countless fantasies of (Y/N) in just such a state. While I had repressed them all during my atonement, now they had risen to the fore, coaxed by her lips and tongue as they slicked over me wetly. I realized I had grasped her head in my hands and couldn’t stop myself from giving her a push, urging her to take even more of me.

Yet even then, bombarded by ecstasy, I remembered that a lustful fuckfest was not what I had planned nor wanted. (Y/N), my Lols, deserved so much better. Surely, now that she was within my grandfather’s grace once again, she would expect something more romantic than a rough fucking. But the fact was that I was my father’s son, and if I didn’t stop her and slow us down, that would be exactly what she got. My scrotum felt so full, so heavy…

Before I lost my mind entirely and gave in to my most perverted desires, I made a final rally in the name of my nascent conscience. Forcing myself to focus, I reached for her and gently pulled her away from my swollen nethers. “Just kiss me, my eternal inamorata. Kiss me, please?”

And that she did. For one instant, I felt my heart flutter with simple happiness as our lips met. But all things sentimental and loving were buried in an avalanche when she opened her mouth to mine. How could I have forgotten?! Not now!

Luscious celestial blood slid into my mouth, caressing my taste buds and sliding easily down my throat. Her life force was brimming with wanton desire, a deep-seated, hungry carnality she was too shy to voice. It seems she had missed more than just my company.

Panic stricken, I struggled to resist its debauched siren’s song. But smoldering, sensual heat spread rapidly from my mouth to my chest, then my belly. The sweetest, claret tendrils stroked my cock from the inside, caressing my leaden testes, and teased from me an erection so hard it was painful.

I lost the battle the moment I instinctively licked my lips and caught sight of my nightingale staring, watching me. Lola’s wide-eyed, chocolate gaze was concerned, but underneath that I could smell and hear her desire. She was salivating with anticipation; her leaking pussy throbbed with impatience. She had known exactly what she was doing; she had intentionally fed me her vital fluid. She wanted the filthy fuck I had for her. She was a whorish coquette, her cunt slavering to receive my blessing.

And just so, her sanguine gift awakened my feverish, greedy, depraved appetite. The need for sexual possession and complete control, for bestial fucking, for my own fulfillment however I chose- all the corruption in me completely eclipsed everything else that I was. I was a god, and this harlot would beg to worship until she was bathed in my jism.

I wasted no time. Sitting up, I pulled her to me and squeezed her plump breast, pricking her skin through the flimsy cloth. Her brown eyes sparkled with a combination of alarm and delight. “You delicious, fuck-hungry slut.”

Angling her head to give me better access to her mouth, I brought her bloody lips back to mine. As I raked my tongue along the seeping wound in her cheek, I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her squeal into our dark kiss. But I would not release her, not until I had my fill of her delicious scarlet effluvium.

My vision blurred as her blood danced along my tongue. The pressure in my prick grew so intense that I could no longer be satisfied with sucking face. I wanted orgasm and I wanted blasphemy. I would screw her in the most profane way there was, and I would make her cum with my wickedness. She would welcome my stain on her divinity and beg me for more.

Pulling away and quickly whipping about, I threw her to her stomach on the bed. She flailed, mighty wings knocking over knickknacks on the bedside tables, but I paid that no heed. My pecker was already leaking for want of sacrilege.

I easily tore the back of her heavenly dress, ripping until her smooth derriere was fully exposed. “Stay put.” I let her lie there, helpless and hungry, as I took my time disrobing. She quivered, breathing heavily and reeking of excitement. I moved back to the bed and caressed her rosy buttocks, letting my fingers push into the crease. “You would love it if I fucked you here, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded and spread her legs, tilting her pelvis to offer me her tiny asshole. I licked my thumb before rubbing it around the minute orifice. Giggling, I pushed my finger in far enough to feel her sphincter tighten in surprise. “I’m afraid you won’t be so lucky, my pet. You should have begged.”

Pulling my thumb roughly from her rectum, I moved to lay astride her back. Wasting no time with foreplay, I started biting and harshly sucking the sensitive skin in the space between her wings, grinding my cockhead against the cleft of her ass with my movements. She mewled and bucked below me, making my scrotum bounce against her wet, fragrant pussy. The vanilla of her dripping lust mixed with the scent of night-blooming jasmine into an intoxicating aroma, increased in intensity by the complementary flavors of her eternal devotion and intense arousal.

When I sensed that she had fully discarded reason in favor of prurience, that she hungered for orgasm just as I did, I denied it to her. Ceasing my attentions to the erogenous area of her flight system, I sat back up so I could see her tousled hair and blushing cheeks more clearly. She whimpered, her unfulfilled disappointment positively delish, and I laughed cruelly.

“Insolent wench! Did you really think you could awaken me, Satan’s chosen son, simply to be serviced?” I snickered again. Acting on impulse alone, I firmly grasped the tender base of her right wing. Pinning the appendage down with my arm, I bent to sniff at the gossamer fluff and tender skin where her wing joined her back, humming to myself as I searched. And there it was! A delicate vein, it nevertheless throbbed with hot vitality. Salivating, I bit into her flesh to free just a drop or two for my indulgence. Well… more than two drops.

(Y/N) let out a sharp gasp as her blood began rolling into my mouth- thick, voluptuous velvet! My eyes rolled back as I sucked vigorously, licking the seeping wound for more. The blood of a true believer, a spiritual servant, taken from her most sacrosanct place to fuel my erection. Mine! Foolish, pretty minx was mine! Mine in every way; mine forever!

I sat up drunkenly, staring down at my prey. Though my vision was unclear, I could hear her panting softly and feel her trembling between my thighs. Soft, smooth, pliant, submissive- she wanted nothing more than to please me. A fitting receptacle for my semen, but it was time for her baptism; her slobbering poontang would have to wait. I would fuck her, yes. But I would stick my dick the one place I never should, where no one ever had. I would take what marked her as divine, her holy limbs, and profane them with my unhallowed seed.

Using my weight to ensure she stayed down, I bound her ankles together with my tail. I chuckled when I tasted a bolt of sharp concupiscence run through her. I stretched her wings into what I sensed was an awkward position, pressing the first set of long bones together to create a slender opening. Along with with the sensitive skin between them, I had successfully fashioned them into an aperture. Sticking my shaft in the hole I had created, I gave a few experimental thrusts. It was dry, rough, and some of the feathers scratched me even as they titillated. But I was fucking a pair of bloody angel’s wings. Nyesss… Squeezing her wings more tightly around me, I started spearing her in earnest.

Through my hallucinogenic haze I could taste her ecstasy as I jabbed my pecker against the feathered, bloody skin of the bases of her wings and the delicate, erogenous flesh between them. But tenderness was not my goal. Grinning wildly, I quickened my pace, ignoring the coarseness of the tertiary feathers and concentrating on pursuing my orgasm.

Electrified by her enjoyment of my viciousness, I squeezed her wings more tightly around me. The pressure of my manhood grinding against her secret, sensitive skin increased; the smell of the lust spilling from her empty, jealous slit grew overpowering. But her hungry cunt would stay empty, a witness to my desecration.

She was a slave to my sexual urges, a submissive little jade for my cock begging for my spunk with each moan. The pressure in my loins increased, the friction was incredible! Excited, I released her legs to free my tail and started teasing her twat with the tip. Her fluids were already smeared across her legs, her pubic mound, my sheets!

She groaned in a mix of elation and gluttony for more; her thirst for my tail in her pussy was overwhelming in her blisteringly hot thoughts. I tittered, never losing my rhythm as I spun my tail about, slicking it in her juices but denying her any penetration.

Once it was slippery as an eel, I prodded her little asshole with the blunted point. Enjoying the accompanying bolt of surprise that ran through her, I pushed my tail easily through her tight sphincter and into her rectum. Shaping it into an impromptu buttplug, I reveled in the sensation of her ass stretching to accommodate my intrusion. She swooned beneath me, attempting to impale herself further, but I wouldn’t allow it. I felt I’d done more than enough to cater to her needs, and now I would devote myself to my own. Slut! Forcing her wings even closer together, I rammed myself against her back, ripping feathers loose with my thrusts. The torn, fluffy down looked stunning where it landed on my sheets and her midnight hair.

It was then, as I watched myself stabbing her piety, that I noticed the actual color of her wings. Once white with but a smattering of grey, they were now a richer ivory, with far more gray, and in a myriad of shades. The sight brought me to an entirely new plane of pleasure.

Lola was unquestionably mine- she had been for centuries. I had despoiled her. My violation of her godliness, her acceptance and desire for that defilement, were painted on her forever. She was a whore for me and only me. This soft, smooth, angelic being was mine! To have and to hold, to fuck and to control, to desecrate and to own. With this baptism, she was forsaking my grandfather for my cock, to be a slave to my every whim for eternity.

Words disappeared; there was no more cohesive thought. There was only the fucking, the fucking of my aliferous slut, the ultimate blasphemy and the orgasm it would bring me. I sensed her reaching her own climax, heard her desperate moans, but ignored them. I refused to be slowed in my furious filth.

The pressure in my pecker was enormous, the need to spend myself overwhelming. I went faster and faster, digging my claws in, fucking and fucking and fucking. MINE! The fiery pool began to bunch in my abdomen, to narrow and intensify. Fuck!

Dropping her wings, I grabbed my cock in my fist and pumped it furiously, chasing my peak, just out of reach. I grabbed a handful of her hair in my other hand, forcing her back to arch underneath me. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to soak her, cover her in my spend-

There! I was going to cum!

“MINE!” Instinctively, I pushed my tail further into her asshole as I yanked on her hair. “MINE! My property! MINE!”

My orgasm gathered in my urethra’s base. “MINE!” I snarled as I felt the discharge of my seed begin, then screamed as I shot myself out! A load that had been building for months, each contraction sent yet another thick rope of my cream arcing through the air to cover her.

Hissing, I milked my cock in a leisurely fashion as I took in the sight before me. I had coated her, painted her with my possession. Her hair, her shoulders, her back, her wings- all were slathered. She panted raggedly, oozing satisfaction, but I paid that no mind. At last she was baptized into service as my-

I blinked as my mind and vision cleared a bit. I looked down to where I held myself- was I bleeding? This was my house… then it all came back in a flood. I realized who I was, who I was with, and, to my horror, what I had just done. With a single look down at her bloodied wings, hair, neck, shoulders and back spattered with my spend, the horror of what I had done wiped away all the disgusting enjoyment I had felt a moment before.

I had, I had- no! No! I started to weep silently. I had ruined everything! I had treated Lols like garbage, I had-

I sprung from her back and freed my tail quickly by rendering it slender. As I started to sob audibly, I took a last look at the woman I loved before running out of the room in shame.

I ran and ran through my house, naked, debased, and unable to reason. How could she ever forgive me? How could I have let this happen? I was nothing; I was shit!

The compelling urge to wash myself clean of my guilt, to purge the evidence of my complete failure, drove me to a guest bathroom. Unthinking, I turned on the shower and huddled under the water, holding myself with my tail as I shook.

My thoughts kept racing, incoherent. I could never clean away the grime; I was foulness incarnate, forever unclean! Why was I even trying, it was pointless! I sank to the bottom of the tub, my tears mixing with the water. For what I had done, I could never gain her pardon. I was worthless now; I had lost everything.

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