NAAMAH: A SUCCUBUS TALE
By
Mahogany SilverRain
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NAAMAH: A SUCCUBUS TALE
Prologue
I’ll tell you a story that is beyond belief, a tale of woe and defeat. Things you can only imagine in your wildest dreams exist for real, of honest means. Before man and before time, there were only us, the angel and the demon kind…
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I
The Beginning
II
The Encounter
III
Falling in Love
IV
The Plan
V
The Hall Of Souls
VI
The Transformation
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PART I
The Beginning
Before there was man and beast, only certain creatures existed. For thousands of years I’ve served my masters, my parents and God, locked in a constant war with angels, a battle that still rages today. When humans were created and inhabited the earth, my mother was the first female, a woman called Lilith. She refused to be a slave to any man, being considered second class to a man was beneath her. She is of extraordinary beauty, God’s most exquisite design with her raven hair and eyes the color of the deepest ocean. Though she can change her appearance at will now, originally she began life as a pale beauty with skin as fine as porcelain and lips the softest shades of red.
She left the Garden of Eden to make the underworld her home and when she refused to return, God created Eve to take her place in the garden with Adam. Though she wanted nothing to do with Adam, whom she felt superior to, she became jealous of Eve and sent Lucifer to seduce and entice her to break God’s law by eating from the one tree they were told to stay away from. Eve fell for it and drug Adam down with her causing the fall of man and God allowed this. Even with the fall, they remain his highly favored creation.
I don’t presume to understand God or his master plan, only I, along with every demon and angel, are forced to obey when he commands us. He gave the humans free will, something he didn’t give the angels. Some say Lilith was seduced by Lucifer, but I know better. She seduced him and won his respect. Lucifer had already fallen, taking with him a large host of angels, the original demons, the ‘old ones’ as we call them, when he met my mother. There are more now, thanks to Lilith’s plan.
She wanted to get back at God and screw up man by mixing demon blood with God’s favorite creation, tainting them so wickedness can reign supreme. The demon blood also gives the humans supernatural power and it taints their souls each time they use that power.
Lucifer and Lilith became lovers and spawned a thousand demons called succubi and incubi. I am the eldest and first of their children and I have the ability to choose which form to take, succubus or incubus, male or female. I prefer being a succubus; I love the female form with its curves and breasts. The rest of my brothers and sisters were born either incubus or succubus. Since my mother started off being human, she has free will and thus passed this trait onto us. Lucifer granted her demonic powers and over time, she has become quite powerful.
My sisters harvest the seed from men by visiting them at night tricking them into thinking they are dreaming, but in fact they are not. They then give the seed to our brothers to impregnate women. Being that I can take both forms, I’m much more efficient; I can collect the seed from the men in my belly and then change to male form to impregnate the human women. I enjoy sex with men and women, for this I am envied by my brothers and sisters, especially by my brother, Prince Sydonnai. He is the second born child and he is only an incubus. I am Naamah, Princess Naamah. We are the only two sex demons with titles, being the first two born and all.
There are millions of humans now with demon blood that walk the earth. Many are some of history’s most notorious killers, tyrants, sexual predators, sadists, and magicians. Lucifer’s master plan is to create demons with souls so we will not just die, never to return again, but be reincarnated like the human souls God created. He is always trying to outdo God. When humans die, their soul returns to the hall of souls where they await to be reborn. It is not so for angels or demons.
Our head master is Asmodee, one of the eight sub princes and the demon of lust. My immediate supervisor is Sarra, but with my birthright as the first child of Lucifer and Lilith, I answer only to my parents. Asmodee would like to take me as his wife, only my father refuses to let him. Lucifer is the Supreme Prince of Darkness and there are three former arch angels who are princes under his command, now called Leviathan, Sataan, and Belial. The succubi and incubi are among the elite demons, other demons cannot interfere with our assignments.
We have been given authority over them as well. We have also been given full powers of seduction and direct sexual contact with humans that other demons are not allowed. They can only possess humans; some even have made the humans their slaves, but only those who invite them in and ask special favors of them. Otherwise, it’s hands off. Then there are the special humans, ones protected by angels, but if they call on us, we have free reign to do with them what we please. I like what I do, but the more I am around humans, the more I envy them.
They are like sheep, yet they have been given everything, including God’s favor. They live, they love, create life and have the one thing I yearn for more than anything, a soul.
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PART II
The Encounter
There is one particular soul that intrigues me, each lifetime he has a different name, but when I first encountered him, he was a shepherd watching over sheep all alone on the pastoral lands of the great Euphrates valley. Eli was his name then. He sat watching the valley in the cool evening, his shoulder length black hair loose and blowing about his face. His beard was scruffy and unkempt, his eyes, the darkest of brown, almost black. I appeared behind him, invisible so that I could watch him. He’s very attractive in this human form.
I touch his right arm lightly and he reacts quickly as if swatting away a fly. His skin is a deep brown from too many days spent in the sun. It smoothly covers the tight muscles underneath. I wonder what type of female he’s attracted too, his fantasy woman, perhaps a tan or copper skinned beauty will be to his liking.
In my original form, my skin is the color of rich mahogany with red undertones, my eyes gray with flecks of silver, and my lips are soft and full like my curves. My arms lithe and smooth give way to my thinly clawed hands and fingers. My thighs and calves are well muscled and thick, above my sharp clawed feet. My teeth are razor sharp and so are my small horns that stick out from my wonderfully thick waves of raven hair that hangs just below my shoulder, an inch above my breasts. I have a small waist and an ample, but supple bottom from which springs my long thick tail and at the end is a small tuft of curly raven hair, not a trident tip like the other succubi. I curl my whipcord tail around my left thigh as I stand and stare at this human creature. I tuck back my large, leathery wings that are the same color as my body. Unlike the angels, whose wings have feathers, like birds, mine are more bat-like.
Many humans fear me in my true form so I must shift into human form in order to complete my task. Though there have been a few who seem to desire my true form, mostly those who practice dark magic. I can sense something extraordinary about Eli as I gaze at him though I can’t quite put my finger on it.
I toy with him for a few moments more touching him, making him afraid of the things in the dark that he cannot see. Then I make myself visible.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!” He demands, staff at the ready.
“I…please help me, I’m lost. I was taken from my father’s home by bandits.”
“You poor woman, you were taken from your father’s home? Have you no husband?” He relaxed his stance a bit.
“No, I am betrothed, but bandits invaded my father’s home and they took me, spoiling me and now I am unable to marry. What man will have me now?” I let the tears flow. I steal a glance at him and see compassion in his eyes. My ruse is working.
I have hidden my tail and wings. I look almost human now except for my eyes which, he notices right away but he isn’t bothered by them at all. He thinks I’m the most exotic woman he’s ever seen.
“Take heart woman, no need for that, you are safe now. I will get word to my brother. He’s coming here to check on me tomorrow, we will take you back to your father’s home. I’m only sorry I’ve no tent for you to sleep in.”
He is moved by my story and he actually feels sorry for me.
“Thank you, you are so kind; I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” I shiver as I reach for him, rubbing my body against him as if I am cold and in need of his warmth. It works and he eagerly embraces me.
“No need to repay me, it’s not every day that a lowly shepherd has the pleasure of being in the company of such a beautiful woman. It gets lonely out here sometimes and I have no wife waiting for me at home.”
“Surely one as handsome as you has a betrothed?”
He shook his head no and pulled me closer, breathing in the scent of my hair which smells of warm spices. I kissed him boldly and he kisses me back hard. My nipples bead beneath the thin robe I wear. He presses me to him and I feel his nether region throbbing. He is eager and ready. Perfect. I think to myself, this is going to be easier than I thought. That is, until he pulls away suddenly.
“I…ah…I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive my rudeness.”
“I’ll make a bed palette for you to lie on right away.” He pulls a few blankets together for me and goes back to tending the sheep, stealing only a few glances at me before doing do.
I stand there, dumbfounded. This is the first time anyone has resisted my power and he could not have been more serious. He also knows somehow that this is not a dream. Even if it were, he’s holding back, refusing sex when his body tells me that he desires it! Who holds back their desires, especially in dreams?
“Forgive me, I have offended you?”
“Oh no, you must not apologize, I just do not wish to join the ranks of those who have taken advantage of you.”
I give him my best look of hurt and offense. “It’s alright, why should you want me, after all, my virginity has been taken and no man shall marry me. I will be an old maid in my father’s house for the rest of my days, never having any children, no better than a lowly servant girl. Why should you, a stranger, take pity on me and allow me one night of pleasure so that I may cherish it while I slave away in my father’s house, mocked by the other women.”
He is surprised by my bold words and looks pensive and confused, his face glimmers with sweat. Lips parted, he flicks his tongue back and forth like a nervous serpent at the roof of his mouth. I can see his internal struggle clearly on his face. His refusal of sex is a challenge for me but I’m up to it. I have never forced myself on a human before, but I need his seed and I will have it one way or another.
“I cannot do what you ask, it would be wrong of me…I am an honorable man.”
If this is true, he is the first I’ve ever seen. I thought all humans were detestable and unworthy of honor. Yet this one baffles me. Even so, I have my task.
“No one will know what has taken place between us.”
“Oh? And what if you become with child?” He argued.
“Then the fault will lie with those who have already dishonored me, for all I know, I may already be with child,” I lied.
His eyes softened as he caressed my face and considered my words carefully. “Then I will bring honor back to you. You shall become my wife, if you will have me. I will lay claim to any child you bear.”
What manner of man is this? I’m blown away at his generosity and sincerity. It is more than I’ve come to expect from most humans. I study him a moment, why has he been chosen as my assignment? The humans we visit are chosen, they are not random, but all have been corrupt or those easily corruptible. Not so with this one. He is pure. Surely he must have a guardian angel. He should be one of the ones protected by God if he is this good. But I see no such guardian. Perhaps this one has been overlooked. I must have been silent too long because he asked me again.
“Will you have me…ah what is your name?”
“I am called Naamah.”
“Naamah… a beautiful name, it is most fitting of you. I am Eli.”
“Thank you Eli, you honor me with your request. I will accept on one condition.”
“And what would that be my dearest Naamah?”
“That you make me yours tonight, claim what I freely give to you.”
He hesitated only for a moment. “Done, tomorrow I will take you to my parent’s home to prepare for the wedding celebration.”
I smile as I caress his face and he pulls me to him for a kiss. The kiss is a deep one that ignites a fire in my belly like no other has before. I cling to him, wanting more, urging him with my hands, body and mouth.
The breeze that blows softly around us only serves to fan the building flames that our bodies ignited. His desire was not only for sex, but for love. He is tender, sweet, and patient. I usually just feel lust from the human males I have sex with, but this is different. What surprised me even more is that I responded to him in kind.
Never have I experienced this kind of sex. This is not out of pure lust, raw need or carnality, but tenderness, caring, with words of adoration, suggesting true intimacy. He whispers my name sweetly as he kisses my neck. He wants to please me; he is not selfish in the least. Most shocking of all, I actually like it. He lays me gently on the bed palette he made for me and slips off my robe. The more he touches me, the more I want him to touch me.
His care and attention at my breasts send tiny shocks of pleasure through me. I’ve driven men to lust but never to anything remotely like this. What makes this man love me so? Someone he just met? If he knew who and what I was, would he feel the same way? Most likely he would not.
I push the thoughts from my head. I have a job to do. Our job as a sex demon is not to enjoy the sex, but to make sure the human male does so that we can collect his seed.
Eli takes his time, pleasuring me with his tongue, his hands and then at last, his thick, swollen cock. He enters me gently and slowly. I feel I will explode at any moment. I experienced an orgasm so strong that I nearly forgot that I was here to collect his seed and nothing more. I look up at the night sky, enjoying the cool breeze swirling around us as we lay beneath the stars.
I feel the urge to stay with him, to explore this ‘love’ he so readily gives to me. The humans sometimes call sex making love, but I never understood what they meant until this moment.
His thrusts brought me pleasure and pain at the same time. I’d lied to him; I had no intention of staying. When he moaned his release and collapsed on top of me, I felt an odd pain of regret. He is expecting to awake tomorrow, ready to introduce his family to his new bride, only it’s all a lie.
A lie told by a demon in order to collect his seed. Now that I have it, I will leave after he falls asleep. I caress him gently. I long to stay and hold him, something I’ve never done before. I never stay; often disappearing moments after the seed is spilled. Yet I now lingered, rubbing my hands over his body. I held him till it was nearly dawn. I should have been gone by now, to impregnate a female human, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I have never felt like this before. Why does his suffering bother me so? I am a demon for Lucifer’s sake!
It actually caused me pain to know he will suffer when he realizes I am gone in the morning, never to be found again. Especially since he knows he is not dreaming. Most unusual for a human, most do not recall visits from a sex demon, only the tell tale sign of wet sheets the next morning or the soreness between the legs for the human females. Some recall vivid sexual encounters with a fantasy lover, but believe it was only a dream that could not have possibly happened.
I kiss his forehead and caress his cheek once more before I fly off into the semi-dark morning. Once we have taken a man’s seed, it links us; we can find him wherever he is. The same applies with human females.
I go out of my way to visit Eli a few nights later, my curiosity getting the better of me. I found him no longer herding sheep, but traveling from village to village, town to town in search of the woman with the piercing grey eyes that is to be his bride. I watched quietly from the shadows, curious to see if he would give up his search and go home. I wish there were some way I can convince him it was only a dream, but he is determined, much to the chagrin of his family, to prove that I exist. Some seventy years later, as an old man, he dies childless and alone, never having married.
Though I visited him, speaking to him in his dreams, I never revealed myself to him again in physical form. I hoped he would find a human woman and I thought if I appeared to him again, it would only cause him more pain. He never gave up his search.
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PART III
Falling in Love
I encounter Eli again, this time in Paris during the early part of the fourteenth century. This time he is a Frenchman, Jacques de Molay. He was the twenty-third Grand Master for the Knights Templar. They were a monastic order established to provide security and safety to those pilgrims who traveled to the Holy Land. At the establishment of the order, Bernard de Clairvaux, a French Patriot in favor of the Knights, once said, “A Templar Knight is truly a fearless knight, and secure on every side, for his soul is protected by the armor of faith, just as his body is protected by the armor of steel. He is thus doubly-armed, and need fear neither demons nor men."
He could not have been more wrong. His boasting pissed off my father and scores of demons were assigned to tempt, aggravate, humiliate and eventually destroy the order. We have been systematically taking seed from the order members for two centuries, impregnating their wives and lovers when I came across Jacques de Molay.
His pale skin and balding head along with his long white beard did not make him attractive to me, but nothing stops my mission.
He slept soundly, shirtless with the covers coming up only to his waist. I assume he is not wearing pants beneath those covers, his chest rising and falling with every breath, his nipples the size of tiny pebbles, pink and round. He stirs as I sit down on the bed next to him but does not awake right away.
My appearance now is that of a human woman with strawberry blonde hair and steel gray eyes with flecks of blue. My skin is slightly sun kissed, unusual for this area, but I just didn’t want to appear too pale. The white night shirt I’m wearing is actually one of his, it rests just above my knees, I’m naked underneath and you can see my nipples through the thin material. My hair is down, softly tussled about my shoulders.
He opens his eyes. They are cerulean blue and sparkle like gems of the highest quality. He stares curiously at me, unmoving. I gaze into his eyes, though different, they seem familiar to me.
“Have you come to steal something my dear?”
“Yes, your seed,” I hissed only half joking, not that he actually heard or understood what I said.
He places his hands behind his neck as stares as if he is sizing me up or perhaps trying to discern if he is dreaming or not.
“You look very much like a woman I used to know, Marie Laurette. But you cannot be her, she has long since passed.”
It’s true. I have appeared to him in the form most pleasing to him, the last woman he cared for in this lifetime.
“I have missed you so Jacques.”
He is not so sure he believes me, or at least that’s the way it seems. He decides, after a moment or two that this is a dream. “It has been twenty years, why do you visit my dreams now?”
“These are troubled times for you and your order monsieur, I have come to give you respite in my arms.” I reach for him lovingly but he sits up abruptly, moving away from my touch.
“And what do you know of my order Marie?”
“Shhh…let us not speak of it Jacques. Come, let me hold you.”
A tear falls from his blue eyes. “I am to die soon I think, that is why you are here?”
“Mon Dieu, does it matter Jacques? Must you always be so serious? Will you turn away from me now to speak of such things?”
He shook his head. “Mais non, I regret never telling you how I felt about you before you died. I loved you, but was too afraid you would spurn my affections.”
“Tell me now Jacques, release your regret and pain.” I slip off the night shirt and he marvels at my naked flesh, but still fights to resist me.
“Ah Marie…I…I cannot do this…for so long, I’ve wanted you. I wanted to marry you, but I…”
“Hush now Jacques,” I hug him to me, burying his face in my lovely breasts. He cried in earnest, holding onto my waist. Most men would have been kissing me by now, throbbing madly with the desire to enter my waiting body, but not this one.
“Love me now Jacques as you would have then,” I whisper to him.
“Ma petite Marie,” he cried. “Do you love me?
All that time we spent together. ..you… never said… never even looked at me.”
Well, this is interesting, unrequited love? I get it now, he loved her, but she never gave him the time of day. Here is his opportunity to have her and yet he holds back to talk of love? What strange man is this? It felt oddly familiar. Then suddenly it hit me, Eli. He resisted me as a shepherd long ago, could this be his soul again? I wasn’t sure until he spoke once more.
“I still love you Marie, but I will not deflower you, though tempted as I am, even if you are a ghost. I am an honorable man and so I should behave.”
Eli! Is it possible? It has to be, he was the only one ever to resist me, a sex demon. I look deeply into his eyes before laying him back against the bed, kissing him, long and hard. The kiss makes me weak and fire ignites in my belly. I have my answer.
He withdrew from my kiss. “I…I know you don’t I? I have not felt this for such a long time…” He blinked as he held me at arm’s length. He looked deep into my eyes. I sat unmoving over him, willing him to remember.
“You don’t look the same, and yet I know those eyes, that kiss…no…it couldn’t be…Naamah?”
A scintillating smile curled on my lips as I bent down to kiss him once more. The kiss enflamed both of us and he pushed me back to look at me again. I’d shifted into the form he once knew as Naamah while we kissed.
“Naamah, it is you…I don’t understand,” he blinked as memories of our first night together a century ago, flooded his mind.
I throw my head back in laughter. He sat up and pulled me to him as he licks my nipples hungrily. Then he began to suck one of them as I pulled his hair, kissing the top of his balding head. He no longer cared what strange dream this was, only that I was the woman he loved and lost in another lifetime. He stopped only to lift me up with a strength he didn’t realize he possessed and threw me onto my back against the bed.
Tears of joy spilled from his cheeks as I whispered his name, “Eli.” His breath is hot against my skin as his body fills with need and desire. His hardness throbbed as it rose between his legs. His hands wonderfully explored my body, the body of the mahogany skinned woman he once knew. He made his way to my neck and to my surprise he licked and sucked gently before biting me, breaking the skin. I’m not sure he meant to bite that hard, but perhaps this is his way of claiming me, marking me for his own. He sucked a few drops of my blood before returning to my mouth, kissing me with blood stained lips. I whispered his name again in between the frantic kisses he gave me.
“Yes my love, yes, I remember well, I am Eli.”
I yanked his hair again pulling his face away so that I may look at him. His eyes darkened and I saw the face of Eli, no longer the face of Jacques. I scratched his back and he cried out, forcing my legs open with his. He kissed me again with even more fervor as he entered me with such need, such longing. His initial thrust nearly slammed my body against the wall behind the bed. I welcomed him, my body responding to every touch and feel of him, my Eli. A warm sensation flooded me as I screamed out my pleasure. In that moment, I wanted only him. I allowed myself the pleasure of thinking what it would be like to be with him always. I knew it was not possible but I wanted him, the urge to stay with him built slowly, strongly in my chest. What is happening to me? I care nothing for humans, but this one, this one is…different, special.
I flipped him over, devouring his flesh with my tongue. I was so caught up that I didn’t even try to hide my tongue’s snake-like appearance. I take his thick, throbbing cock into my mouth and suck. He explodes within seconds. I had what I came for, his seed, yet I continued to lick and suck until he hardened again. I positioned myself over him and slid onto his hardness and rode him mercilessly as he screamed my name.
By the time we collapsed onto the bed, thoroughly spent, it was morning. Again, I’d stayed the entire night. Something I had not done since that last time I was with him a century ago. He fell asleep in my arms. I kissed his forehead lightly before leaving him.
I came to him every night for a week, making love, before his arrest by order of King Philip IV of France. I didn’t need his seed, I’d done my job, but I found that I could not stay away. I came to him in his prison cell each night. He showed no fear of what was to come, only reveling in our nights of passion. We spoke no words for we each knew that no matter what happened, we would see the other again.
I watched in the shadows the day he was to be executed. He was tied to a wooden pole, to be burned at the stake on the Isle des Juifs on March 18, 1314. He felt no pain and did not cry out for I joined him in the flames, invisible to all but him. I held him as our bodies were consumed by the fire. I am used to the fire, it doesn’t burn me, and therefore, I shielded him, until his soul left his body to return to the hall of souls. “I love you Naamah,” were his last words. Those watching were shocked as they wondered why he did not cry out in pain.
I could not follow him, demons are forbidden in the hall of souls. I felt this same emotion, this ‘love’ of which he spoke, it warmed my body more than fire ever has. I felt the oddest sensation on my face, it was wet and I realized it was tears, my tears. I’ve never cried before.
When I returned to my home in the underworld, my brother, Prince Sydonnai, was waiting for me in my bed chamber.
“And where have you been my sister?”
“It is no concern of yours, brother.”
“Really?” he hissed.
“You have no need to know my whereabouts.”
“Ah but I was worried, when you didn’t return with the others. You have fallen behind with some of your assignments.”
“Do not trouble yourself on my behalf Sydonnai, I have finished my assignments. I am no longer behind.”
“So what has made our top producer fall short? Have you found yourself a favorite among the humans perhaps?”
Does he know about Eli? How could he? He wouldn’t understand such things as a demon. We treat humans as playthings, not equals and we certainly do not have feelings for them.
“As I said before, it is of no concern to you what I do.” I glared at him.
He rushed at me, grabbed my arms and held me tight. “You think because you are firstborn that you are so special?”
“Lucifer’s favorite, what a joke! Do you think if he knew you were purposely staying the night with a human, that you would still be his favorite hmm?”
We were nose to nose, eye to eye. His eyes flashed a golden green color, his teeth white and razor sharp.
He’s always been jealous and I don’t care why. He wanted to be like me, able to shift from male to female so that he could have sex with men as well as women. He is handsome with his pale alabaster skin, a stark contrast from mine. His eyes are a light green color with flecks of gold, rimmed by thick dark eyelashes. His raven waist length hair is shiny and thin. His goatee is well trimmed on his chiseled arrogant face. He’s beautiful indeed, yet evil as they come. I laugh at him.
“Jealousy does not become you, Sydonnai. It takes away from that handsome face of yours.”
My remark only spurns his anger. He tightens his grip around my arms forcing my hands behind my back his sculptured body pressed tightly against mine.
“Shift for me sister, let me see your incubus form,” he sneered as his cock strained and pressed against my groin. He never bothered with clothing. Even when he visited his human females in their dreams, he was always naked and alluring with his sex dangling heavily between his thickly muscled thighs. No one can resist him.
I feel his lust, hot and smoldering, and knew instantly what he wanted, what he always wants when he corners me this way. He wants me to shift into my male form and have sex with him.
In my incubus form, I have medium length blonde hair, penetrating ice blue eyes and smooth porcelain skin, his favorite type. He prefers blonde human males.
I also have an impressive cock in that form as well, long and slender, bereft of any hair, ten inches of infant like smoothness. I can take many forms, depending on the preference of the human female I’m about to impregnate.
Sydonnai likes to get on all fours for me to fuck him. I stroke his impressive cock with dexterous fingers on one hand and cup one of his tight butt cheeks with the other as I enter him from behind. He seems to really enjoy this, but I feel nothing. I pump vigorously with my hand as I drive my shaft deep inside him. Within moments, he usually spills his alabaster liquid on my hands as I spill my fluid inside his luscious butt.
Sometimes I pull out just to excrete my precious liquid, watching as it oozes down his backside and legs. Then he stands up and pushes me on my knees so that I may clean his cock of the succulent juices that remain. It usually blossoms again as I work it, swirling my trident-tipped tongue around and around Sydonnai’s mushroom head till he stiffens and explodes in my mouth. I swallow every drop, but when he takes my shaft into his mouth, I have such a load that he falls back, gagging, my essence leaking from the sides of his mouth onto the ground.
I only perform like this so he will leave me in peace. It always seems to calm his jealousy a bit and he is nicer to me for the next few weeks after. Demons do not view relations as humans do. We all have sex with each other, including Lucifer and Lilith. Sydonnai and I have played this game for centuries, but tonight, I’m not in the mood.
“Not now, Sydonnai,” I hissed.
“You’ve never turned me down before…is it because of that… human?” He pressed tighter as his long stiff cock with its swollen mushroom head rubbed against me.
“What human Sydonnai?” My eyes narrowed. I tried to squirm but he held me fast against my bed chamber wall.
“The one you’ve been spending your nights with.” He used his thick strong tail to force my legs apart.
So he does know. Still, why hasn’t he reported me to Asmodee or Lilith?
“Are you following me?” I demanded.
“More like having you followed, either way, I know you’ve been doing more than just collecting his seed.” His scornful smile sets me off.
“You have no right!”
“Oh don’t I? What’s Lucifer going to say or better yet, Lilith, when I tell them what you’ve been up to?”
In that moment I knew he would tell them both for sure and soon. I’d broken the rules. At the very least I’d be demoted or given over to Asmodee for punishment. Well, punishment with Asmodee is worse than death I should say. At the worst, I’d be killed and Sydonnai would take my place. Maybe that’s his plan all along. Either way, I’m trapped.
“Ok,” I hissed. Maybe if I give him what he wants, he’ll back off.
Sydonnai’s face changed as he loosened his grip just a little. His trident-tipped tail flickered roughly between my legs as he held me spread eagle against the wall. The tender crevice between my thighs became moist. Pure carnal lust emanated from him. “I have a better idea,” he said smugly.
“What?” I groaned.
“I’m going to be the one on top this time and you stay in this form. Maybe you’ll forget all about this human!” His evil laugh echoed in my ears as he parted my legs even more, tearing off my knee length gown before ramming me with such ardor that my feet came off the ground several times.
He used his hands, his cock, even his tail to penetrate me. Using his thick tail as a third hand to tease my love button, he took me from behind, shoving his length into me. I took every inch without a word or a scream.
Switching things up, he turned me around to face him, then lifted me up against the wall so that his face was between my legs. He lapped up my creamy center before biting my now sensitive clit. I gushed, my clear essence soaking his eager face. He growled his pleasure as he continued to devour me.
With my legs wrapped around his shoulders, he carried me to my bed of large cushions. He threw me down and when I tried to crawl away, he slapped my buttocks and pulled me to him.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” He growled.
Holding my arms over my head with one hand, he forced open my legs with his tail again.
“Shift for me Naamah, I want to taste your cock, but leave the breasts.”
I grudgingly obeyed as my sweet crevice closed, my tiny bud replaced by a luscious looking cock. My breasts, full with dark hardened nipples, lay heavy on my chest. Sydonnai’s eyes lit up with delight as he beheld my new form. His tail took over holding my arms over my head as he quickly took my semi hard shaft into his mouth, swirling his tongue around its tip and up and down the length. When he eased the middle finger of his right hand into my butt, I moaned.
He added more fingers as he fingered then fisted my butt, thrusting deeper and deeper. My cock stiffened and soon filled his mouth with thick sweet nectar. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders as he shoved himself between my flaming butt cheeks. I cried out. He was quite forceful. This act was not about pleasure, least of all, mine. This was dominance at Sydonnai’s best. His right hand stroked my cock while his left hand roughly squeezed the nipple of my left breast. His tail still tightly wrapped around my wrists, pinning me in this position. After a few moments, both of us exploded, my liquid squirted onto my breasts and oozed from there to my stomach. Sydonnai’s load was glutinous, the alabaster fluid dribbled out of me onto my silk red pillows. With a snarl, he relinquished his hold on me.
Bastard, I thought. I could kill him right now if I wanted, but then I would be punished by Lucifer and never be able to see Eli again. I can’t let Sydonnai stop me. Letting him have his way with me is nothing compared to being handed over to Asmodee with his perverse blood-letting bondage games. Asmodee brings a whole other definition to the word, torture.
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