Chapter 85

He wasn't a pervert. He wasn't a freak. Not like them.

"I turn you on," Nÿte whispered throatily in his ear. She ran a hand over the erection tenting the front of his trousers. "The body never lies."

"Fuck you!" Doug spat at her.

Nÿte smiled.

"If you want," she said. "First we'd better free up your little man though."

Something long and sinuous forced itself into his pants. Her tail, he realised, just as it jerked upwards and sliced his trousers open. Unconstrained, his erection bobbed up into the night air.

His cock was not free for long before her sinuous tail wrapped it in muscular coils. Like a boa constrictor coiled around its prey, was Doug's disturbing thought. Her tail tightened its grip and began to squeeze. The pressure grew and grew and Doug writhed as much as the chains would allow him.

He grimaced and gritted his teeth. Fuck, she was crushing his cock.

"My tail is very powerful," Nÿte said. "I can squeeze all the blood up into the head until your glans ruptures and the blood sprays out like a fountain."

Doug didn't doubt her. The pressure on the head of his cock was already excruciating.

"Or I can just rip it out at the root."

Her tail gave a couple of powerful tugs, sending bolts of agony tumbling through Doug's body. He gritted his teeth, determined not to give her the satisfaction of making him scream.

"Do it! Do it!" Higgins said excitedly.

"Amateurs," Nÿte said. "They think the instant gratification of a spray of blood and gore constitutes true horror."

Her tail relaxed its death grip on his cock.

"A true mistress of cruelty takes her time," Nÿte said. "She knows that pain and pleasure are not absolute fixed points but rather points relative to each other on a continuous spectrum. A man can quickly become inured to either."

Her tail, still wrapped around his cock, began to twist up and down, gently masturbating him.

"However, pitch a man from the highest peak of pleasure into the deepest chasm of pain and you will dash his mind to pieces."

Nÿte stared down at him, her eyes blacker than the deepest abyss. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the mouth, her lips soft and supple.

She sat back up and removed the short leather skirt around her waist. She was naked now aside from black thigh-length boots. Her tail continued to twist and slide up and down his shaft, stroking and squeezing as if she knew exactly what would give him the greatest pleasure.

She straddled his stomach and spread wide the lips of her vagina. Inside her pussy was pink and moist.

"Does your wife ever reveal herself to you like this?" Nÿte asked, her voice silky like sweet poison. "She doesn't, does she. I bet she won't even let you have the light on while you fuck her."

"My wife is a thousand times the woman you'll ever be," Doug snarled.

"I'd hope so," Nÿte said with a smile, "considering I'm a demon and not a woman at all. I do have my charms though. For instance..."

She lifted her body up and back until her dripping sex was right above Doug's erection.

"...did your wife's cunt ever feel as good as this?"

Her tail uncoiled around his cock at the same instant her ass descended and the plush wet lips of her vagina engulfed him. He slid deep into a warm tunnel moist with her arousal. It was tight, really tight. Her soft flesh pressed all around him.

And it felt really good, he was ashamed to think.

"I didn't think so," Nÿte laughed.

She started to thrust up and down, her pussy sucking at his cock as it plunged back and forth into her silken depths. Despite the pain, despite the hard edges of the stone slab pressing into his flesh, despite his limbs bent at uncomfortable angles, despite the cuts still oozing blood across his mutilated chest, despite all this he felt his body respond and it shamed him. He could think of no worse betrayal of his wife.

"You've never had a comparison before, have you?" Nÿte said, her body moving on top of him with exquisite rhythm. "Good little wifey's is the only cunt you've ever known up until now."

Doug glowered at her.

Slut. Tramp. Common cheap trash.

All the invective he could think of flowed through his mind, but it altered the state of his arousal not one tiny bit. His cock remained hard within her and pleasure flowed from the friction with her sumptuous flesh.

"Can your wife do this?" Nÿte asked.

She sank all the way down on his cock and then lay down on him so her breasts were resting like soft pillows on his chest. Within her pussy fluttering little contractions undulated up his shaft until they were tickling against his sensitive glans. Doug squirmed and writhed beneath her, this time lost to helpless ecstasy.

"See, it's not so bad is it," Nÿte murmured, her bruise-black lips brushing against his.

She kissed him lightly on the lips and then moved up to let her lips brush against his cheek. Her hands caressed his sides. He felt the occasional spike of pain as her breasts disturbed the bleeding cuts on his chest, but the pain only served to drive his cock deeper into her dripping pussy and release a bubble of sinful pleasure.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek and then continued up until her soft lips were touching his left eye. Her head dipped closer.

Doug screamed in agony. The sound was high pitched and piteous like a tortured animal. A relentless force gripped his left eyeball and sucked until he felt a snap that reverberated through his whole skull like a gunshot.

He bellowed his agony as his eye socket filled up with hot red blood. Through a distorted watery haze that seemed to lack a dimension he watched as Nÿte tipped back her head and slurped down a long red wriggling thing.

His eye.

The background giggles of the warlocks were replaced with sharp intakes of breath.

"Brutal," Figg commented.

His eye. She'd swallowed his fucking eye!

Still her hips continued to pump up and down on him, driving his cock back and forth into her sumptuous sheath. Doug didn't even have time to dwell on the injury she'd inflicted on him before her pussy contracted around him and his body automatically responded.

No. Not to this... abomination.

Forgive me Imogen.

Doug groaned as his balls shivered and he spurted thick ropes of his seed into the womb of the monster straddling him. The pleasure of the release clashed with the agony racking his body like thunderheads in a storm-ridden sky. Doug was a leaf caught in the grip of powerful and violent forces.

Nÿte sat astride him, a triumphant smile on her blood-specked lips. She wriggled in his lap, letting her pussy milk the last drops of ejaculate from his cock with tender sucks.

"She made him come? After that?" Higgins said, incredulous.

"Of course," Figg replied "She's a succubus."

"Best. Fucking. Show. Ever," Higgins giggled.

Nÿte's eyes narrowed as she flashed a glance in their direction.

She returned her attentions to Doug and placed a tender finger on his lips.

"This is only the beginning," she whispered to him. "There are such peaks of sensation I wish to show you."

Doug was still hard. His cock refused to go down. Nÿte had him trapped in the soft fleshy cage of her vagina. The walls rippled and squeezed against his member in a constant stimulation that kept him engorged and enslaved to her pussy. Nÿte ground her hips slowly against him. Her flesh tightened around the tip of his cock and he felt a pleasant low buzz, like little crackles of electricity.

"Sex organs are such sensitive parts of the body," Nÿte murmured. "Designed to experience the maximum sensation, be it pleasure... or pain."

The crackle of energy vibrating around his glans grew until it passed the realms of pleasure and became first a niggle, then a pain and then finally a searing agony that caused him to thrash and strain against his bonds in an attempt to escape it.

Nÿte serenely rode him as he thrashed and writhed like a landed fish. She stared down at him with dispassionate black eyes as her pussy pulsed bolt after bolt of dark energy across his sensitive nerve endings.

"Oh yes," she sighed, her voice low and husky. "Such delicious pain."

It was excruciating. His cock burned in agony. Like it was being crushed. Or dipped in acid. Or set on fire. Or being chewed on by millions of tiny biting ants.

And. He. Couldn't. Escape. It.

Then it was gone.

It was like his cock had been plunged into warm pliant dough. It wrapped around him in a soft, soothing layer. He buried himself in it, luxuriating in the softness pressing all around him.