Chapter 96

As Sin lay on the bed, an unnatural drowsiness overcame her. Her eyes rolled around for a few moments until her eyelids felt heavy and her body relaxed into an immediate deep sleep. As she slept she felt as if something heavy was sitting on her chest, constricting her movements. She tried to fight it, tried to move but couldn't. She felt her consciousness drifting away and struggled to retain control. Color and movement distracted her, bright, vivid colors invaded her mind; soft, subtle background sounds grew louder and louder.

Sin's eyes fluttered, confused; she was back at the Halloween party. She couldn't decide if she was dreaming or if this was reality. The costume colors were brilliant; she thought for a moment that she could actually feel the colors surrounding her. The waves radiating outward from them were so vibrant that they battered her senses and made her feel weak. Every nerve ending in her body came alive, responding and screaming for release. As she registered the extra awareness of color, she also noticed that the music was pounding in her head; she felt every drumbeat and every reverberation of bass under her skin.

Sin could see the people talking, laughing, and dancing. It didn't feel real, yet it was so tactile that she did not understand how it could be imaginary. People were talking to her but she could not understand them. She was so engrossed in sensory hell that she was certain the others would notice and think her odd. No one acted as if anything strange was happening. "Great", she thought wryly, "I have gone insane".

A stranger appeared at her side; she was uncertain where he had come from but she couldn't deny that everything about him devastated her senses. The color, sound and music no longer mattered; there was a heat about him that called to her. She turned toward him and became lost in his bleak, black eyes. Pleadingly she reached one hesitant hand out to him, unsure what she was pleading for; relief, release, or something else altogether that could not be articulated.

He took her offered hand, the hairs on her arm standing up at the contact. An electric crackle resounded in the air around them. He led her onto the dance floor and pulled her close. Sin couldn't hear the music playing; hearing instead only the static hum of their bodies as they slowly made their way around the dance floor. She felt as if she was being burned alive, the sensation not altogether unpleasant. Their bodies melded together perfectly, as if by magic.

He began to twirl her lightly around the dance floor. She became lightheaded with the vibrations; more intoxicating than the liquor she had consumed. She lost track of time, caught up in what seemed like an endless dance. Each movement heightened her awareness of her partner, so strong, hard, and firm. She began panting in exhilaration as each moment blended into the next.

The dance spun out of control, the other people disappeared from her vision. She could no longer place herself at a particular point in time or space. She held to her partner in bewilderment as she felt herself falling. The party faded away, she could no longer hear the sounds around her. She closed her eyes and just reveled in the wonder of her partner holding her closely as they fell. She wasn't afraid, she felt safe and protected in his searing embrace.

Her movement suddenly stopped. Sin batted her eyelashes and tried to orient in her surroundings. She became suddenly aware that she was in her own bedroom, in fact, she was on her own bed. Her costume had disappeared and she lay naked on the bed, the cool air of the room a welcome relief to her scorched skin. She sighed and brushed the hair away from her face. "It was only a dream". The moment she had that thought, she became aware of him standing in her room.

Sin's dance partner was standing beside her bed, beautiful in his raw, naked form. Her eyes devoured the sight before her; his body all harsh planes and angles. She tried to take in the sight of him all at once but her eyes kept drifting back to his cock. Turgid and throbbing were the first words that came to mind. Delicious quickly followed. "How had this come to be? Oh God, if it is a dream please, please, please don't let me wake up."

He leaned over her, covering her body with his, touching his lips to hers. She was afraid to close her eyes, afraid that this would all go away. She whimpered as her eyes closed involuntarily. She perceived that rough hands were touching her, not just two hands, but hands everywhere and all over; gliding over her body and fueling the flames of her desire. She moaned as that phenomenon was combined with the feeling of fervent mouths skimming over her excited flesh. It was unbearable and indescribable, yet she could not catch her breath for the sheer pleasure it induced.

Sin felt ardent lips skim the nape of her neck. One nipple was being suckled eagerly while the other was being lightly bitten. She felt a sizzling tongue lapping her clit while another eager tongue penetrated unusually deeply into her cunt and yet another was licking light circles around her quivering anus. Sin exploded; she was positive her body would disintegrate from the waves of undulating pleasure coursing through her. She screamed as each progressing climax took her further into the depths of ecstasy.

As she become somewhat acclimated to the non-stop hands and mouths, those sensations were joined by the wonderful feeling of a cock sliding into her slit. She wanted to open her eyes and see what was happening but she was afraid of what she might find if she did. She groaned when she felt the cock head teasing her pussy hole, slightly penetrating her and then pausing. Inch by tortuously slow inch of hard, throbbing cock invaded her body as her pussy struggled to expand and adjust to it. She cried out when it withdrew only to purr as it thrust back into her.

The huge cock was buried deep in her pussy, too big and too thick for her. She felt stretched to the limits, oh but it felt so good. Demanding hands were still stroking and petting her body and diligent mouths were still tormenting her rock hard nipples, alternating between sucking, licking and nibbling. She could still feel the hectic tongue on her swollen clit and she became aware of another cock probing at her anus. She would have stiffened had her body not been so languid from the colorful assault on her senses. She had thought that she was full earlier but as the determined cock slowly entered her ass, she truly learned what it felt like when you were being ripped apart.

Sin was thrashing upon her bed, welcoming the unreal pleasures being offered. At first the hard cocks moved as one, withdrawing and thrusting in unison then the pace changed, so that while one cock was withdrawing the other was thrusting. It drove her mad, reduced her to a simpering, mewling creature. She would come apart in orgasm, have no time to recover and another explosive orgasm would be upon her. Each volatile orgasm was slightly stronger than the last so that it seemed the hot, molten core of her being was being drawn out. Just when she thought she could bear no more, she discovered that indeed she could. On and on it went, hectic hands, frenzied mouths, and dueling cocks all intent on pleasing her.

When she could no longer make a sound, could no longer move and was reduced to just shaking as one earth-shattering orgasm liquefied into the next, the onslaught subsided. She found the strength to open her eyes and discovered her dance partner laying on top of her and looking directly into her eyes. He kissed her lightly on the face, soft, sweet kisses. He moved to straddle her head and held his cock near her mouth. Sin's lips and mouth were dry but his cock was dripping wet with her cum. She eagerly took his cock in her ravenous mouth. She licked and sucked his cock, welcoming the moisture it brought as well as the combined flavors.

Sin wanted desperately to please him. Her body felt weightless, she didn't think she could move now even if the house was on fire. She could suck his cock though; indeed, she would do anything and everything he wanted her to do. He pumped his cock into her mouth, each stroke gaining a bit more ground. She was swallowing as fast as she could, trying urgently to take in as much of his unnaturally large cock as possible, knowing he was too big but willing to die trying if that is what it took to please him.

Suddenly he rammed his massive cock into her mouth, down her throat. She could feel the base of his cock with her lips. She started choking and gagging at the unexpected penetration of her throat. She couldn't breathe. Her body started bucking wildly, trying instinctively to remove the intruder to permit her a fresh breath of air. She didn't have the strength to expel him and was powerless to do anything but lie there, pleading with her eyes for mercy.

Sin started seeing black spots before her eyes; a sure sign that she would soon pass out. For one brief instant she thought she saw something impossible; surely a trick of light or an oxygen deprived hallucination. Her dance partner had wings. Not the soft, white, feathery wings one associates with angels either; these wings were brown, with a leathery appearance. Sin's eyes went wide and a silent scream resounded in her head.

Sin woke up, out of breath, panting and coughing hard. As the dregs of sleep slowly departed, she felt as if a great weight was being lifted from her chest. Slowly she caught her breath and soon was able to breathe normally. The bedroom was heavy with the scent of raw sex. She wondered for a moment what exactly had happened and became reconciled to the certainty that it was just a dream, albeit a dream like no other. She braced herself on her elbows and surveyed her body. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples were rock hard and it looked as if she had several love bites around her areola.

Sin was afraid to touch her pussy. She could feel a slight burning sensation emanating from it, as if it had been used too hard and too much. She nervously moved a hand to her cunt and timidly touched her labia. It was swollen and puffy, as it would be after having sex. She apprehensively got out of the bed and walked to her mirror. Her hair resembled a rat's nest. She slowly surveyed the rest of her body. It was hers', although if she wasn't mistaken she looked different. Nothing she could put her finger on though; did she look smaller? Did her eyes look brighter? What the hell had happened last night?
And when she finally understood it was too late. There was a mark on her neck….beside the bite that Credence had made. It was black and like a tattoo. It looked like an inscription or a letter in calligraphy but in what language she had no idea.
The demon Prince had come and done the deed.
The scream that came out of the throat of the Queen was more than enough to wake even a dead man.