Chapter 86

His screams changed to low moans as he emptied his seed into the warmth smothering him. Pulse after blissful pulse welled up out of his cock and he spurted all of it into her accepting flesh.

The demon's accepting flesh.

She'd made him come again. The shame weighed down his soul like a heavy stone. His moans of ecstasy ended in choked sobs.

No, he mustn't give this monster the satisfaction of seeing him weep.

"What a sorry sack of shit," Figg laughed.

"Fuck this is hawt," Higgins said. "I want to whip it out and beat off right now."

"Save it," Figg said. "You want to be at your peak for Mr Barker's darling daughters later tonight."

"Oh. Yeah," Higgins said. "We really gonna do that."

"Yeah," Figg said. "I think we should take Nÿte along as well. It'll be fun to pound their sweet little virgin asses while our demon fucks their mum to death right in front of them. What do you think of that Mr Barker?"

Rage flickered in the dying embers of Doug's heart.

I will not cry. I will not beg. I will not plead for mercy.

Oh my poor sweet darlings. The thought of what these monsters have planned for you fills my heart with tears, but I mustn't cry.

I will not cry.

"How's she gonna fuck Mrs Barker?" Higgins asked. "She doesn't have the... you know... bits."

The corner of Nÿte's lips turned up in a cruel smile. Her tail curled up like an angry black cobra, potent with barely contained menace.

I will not cry.

The tail whipped round and plunged into Doug's defenceless ass. He grunted and cried out in both shock and pained surprise as the tip forced its way through his sphincter and violated him. He squirmed and writhed as her tail burrowed even deeper inside him, stretching and scouring his sensitive tissues.

"Ouch," Figg laughed.

"Ass rape," Higgins added.

They both giggled like a pair of Beavis and Buttheads.

Nÿte silenced them both with a low growl. She bounced on Doug with tigerish vigour, simultaneously fucking both his cock with her pussy and his ass with her tail.

Doug wanted it to end. The constant switches from pain to pleasure, pleasure to pain, were tearing his mind apart. His sensory system was overwhelmed. He couldn't process. Couldn't distinguish.

Even now the tip of her tail was vibrating inside him and a pleasant feeling was spreading through his cock and balls.

No. He wasn't that way. Shouldn't feel pleasure from...

The tinge grew and grew and became an odd sensation of fullness, like his bladder was full and he needed to release. Caught between the perfect ministrations of her tail and pussy, his body had no choice but to obey.

He grunted as he released a stream of cum into her black womb. The flow was constant with strong, steady pulses and it brought with it a sinful feeling of bliss that stained his soul with indelible marks of shame.

He had no control left. He was her plaything. She'd violated every aspect of his body, mind and soul.

Nÿte growled and thrust her body down to meet his. Her own orgasm exploded around his cock with wet warmth. Yowling like a cat in heat she whipped her upper body down on top of him and sank her fangs into the flesh around his right nipple.

Doug screamed in pain as she ripped her head back, taking his nipple and a small circular patch of skin with her. She left behind an ugly red wound. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, she returned to dab at the raw welt with her black tongue. Her saliva felt like acid dripping onto his exposed flesh.

What had he done to deserve this, Doug wept inside. He'd always been a good man, a loving decent man. How could the Lord allow such darkness to enter his life?

"Help me God, please," he whispered. "Deliver me from this torment. Lord, please save my family."

Nÿte reared up in anger. She gripped his chin with a hand that felt like iron and forced him to stare up at her.

"Do not beg to them," she said, her eyes burning like smouldering coals. "They are not worthy of your breath."

Then she leaned down and crushed her lips against his in a breathless kiss that made him forget everything, even the agony coursing through his veins. Her black wings folded round and shut out the light like the closing of a coffin lid.

In the darkness she whispered to him, her voice low and audible only to him.

"I have enjoyed this night. We have shared an intimacy together few ever experience, but now I must end your life and claim your soul. It will not be pleasant. The pain and suffering you feel now is nothing compared to the final agonies that await you. Your bravery and resistance has touched me though. I will grant you one final request. I cannot spare your life, but I can spare you the pain. I am still a succubus; I can fill your last moments with the sweetest rapture. Would you wish that of me..."

She paused.

"...or is there something else you'd like me to do?"

Yes, end the pain, a siren voice welled up from inside him. He couldn't take any more. His limbs, bent and contorted at awkward angles, throbbed and ached. His mutilated chest and ravaged eye socket wept tears of blood.

No more. Anything to—

"Don't let those bastards touch my daughters," he whispered, his words flecked with steel.

Nÿte's wings unfurled. She sat back up. Her black eyes gleamed and a smile twisted the corners of her bruise-black lips. She resumed fucking him until she raised her hips up high and then came down with one final, soul-shredding thrust.

Doug's world exploded in a maelstrom of pure, unadulterated agony. It rose and rose in him, a conflagration of burning pain that consumed his soul and tore his mind to shreds. On and on it burnt, one final needlepoint of pure suffering that stretched out for what seemed like eternity. Doug screamed and screamed as she took his soul apart and incinerated each piece in the burning furnace of her desire.

*****

Clive watched Nÿte bend low over Doug and whisper words in his ear. He didn't hear what was said, but guessed she was continuing to torment her victim. She really was such a deliciously evil creature.

Clive had a rock hard boner. He couldn't wait to slip it into Ashley's ass while Nÿte tortured her mother in front of her. He'd quite like to slip it to Nÿte as well. He watched as her pale white buttocks bounced up and down on Doug. She was fucking hot, far hotter than any other girl he'd ever seen before, but she'd have to wait. Having sex with a succubus was fucking lethal unless you were absolutely sure you knew what you were doing.

Maybe once he'd had a little more practise.

Nÿte leaned back and tipped her head upwards. Her wings extended behind her and she held her arms outstretched from her body.

Almost like she was praying, Clive thought.

That sweet ass lifted up high and then came down with one final thrust.

Doug started screaming then. Really screaming. His body burst into black flames and the acrid tang of charred flesh assailed Clive's nostrils. Doug continued to scream, the cries rising in volume and pitch until they no longer even sounded human. The noise cut right through Clive and sent shivers up and down his spine.

Through it all Nÿte sat serenely on top of Doug's burning body, her eyes closed as she tipped her head up to the heavens.

Fuck. A lot of fucking practise, Clive thought.

Even Bradley was shocked into silence.

Finally the cries, and the crackle of eldritch flames, faded away, leaving only the greasy tang of burnt flesh swirling in the underground room. Nÿte smiled and got down from the stone sarcophagus.

"Mmm, delicious," she said, licking blood-specked lips.

All that remained of Doug Barker was a twisted chunk of black charcoal in the approximate shape of a man.

"Brutal," Bradley whistled.

"That was... intense," Clive said.

Nÿte looked up at him and fixed him with her jet-black eyes.

"Something you should know," she said, still smiling. "Whenever you summon a demon to fulfil a contract, you should also specify what the demon does once the contract is completed."

Clive's eyes widened.

He lunged for the yellowed old pages that contained the summoning ritual.

Nÿte was faster. She gestured and chains erupted from the stone wall behind him. He was flung backwards and crashed against the hard stone. The chains continued to tighten, lifting him up off the ground.

Fuck. Don't panic. There's a standard emergency dismissal.

"Exh—"

Nÿte was already upon him. She reached into his mouth with a hand, gripped his tongue and pulled until something gave way and his mouth filled up with hot, gushing blood.

His tongue. The fucking bitch had torn out his tongue!