Lechomancer Curses 11: Imprisonment

Brittney was trapped in a strange dream.  If she was going to make it out the door, Brittney had to leave now.  The demoness holding her in the tower had told her she had to drink the bowl of Essence, a strange aphrodisiac the demons excreted, if Brittney didn’t leave the room without cumming.  Her whole body ached, after strange hours of being teased, held at the edge, and never released.  She needed to cum so badly.  She knew that drinking the Essence would make things worse.  She knew that leaving right now was the only way Mistress Ashlynn, the pale purple demon haunting her dream, would let her leave.

 

But then again, this was only a dream.  If she didn’t obey the demon, she would wake up in a few hours, free from this place.  Meanwhile, she would get to enjoy the thought of being used, of being punished and then forgiven for being such a filthy girl.

 

Those words clinched it as they floated through her mind.  With one hand, she played with her hard nipples, and the other began to massage the ache between her legs.  Her fingers slipped deep inside of her, quickly, ready to release these hours of build-up.  The statuesque figure of Mistress Ashlynn moved to tower over her as Brittney leaned back on the bed.  The demon bent down.  Ashlynn’s lips started tugging at Brittney’s earlobe, whispering, “Yes, stay with us.  Cum.  Be our little fuck toy.  Never leave this place.  Float from release to release.”

 

Brittney bit her lip, and squeezed her nipple hard.  She strummed her clit with her thumb and pounded her fingers into her pussy.  Her toes curled, and her head almost ached as her whole body shook.  Mistress Ashlynn straddled her, laughing.  Every muscle in Brittney’s body clenched at once, and she cried out in pure pleasure.  There was no air left in her lungs, and as they started to refill, every inch of her was too sensitive to touch.

 

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Mistress Ashlynn.  With Brittney’s hips trapped between her thighs, Ashlynn held her in place with a cruel smile.  One hand went to Brittney’s neck, under the collar, and started to squeeze, not letting her catch her breath.  Ashlynn’s other hand grabbed Brittney’s breast, kneading it, teasing the edges of her aching nipple.  Brittney clamped her knees shut, but the demon’s tail snaked its way through, brushing the lips of her pussy.  She couldn’t handle being touched right now, every nerve was on fire.

 

Without a lungful of air, her world was going grey.  The tail, inexorably pushing its way into her was an agony of perfection, and she tried to scream as her body clenched again.  No sound came out, and the world started to fade.  She was dizzy, could barely see, and every nerve in her body pulsed and screamed out in joy.  She was a foot above herself, light headed and trying to remember who she was.

 

As she sank back down into herself, she heard the demoness laughing.  “You dirty little whore.  You couldn’t do it.”

 

“No, Mistress,” she cooed.  It felt good, to just be who she was, just glow in the moment.

 

“Vivian,” Mistress Ashlynn called.  Brittney looked at the door and saw a tall golden demon, similar to Mistress Ashlynn, but lither than the curvy purple demon, and considerably less busty.  Vivian wore nothing.  As she strode across the room, Brittney found herself terrified about what the newcomer was about to do.  She was helpless, and it sent a shiver through her, lust already mounting again.

 

Ashlynn handed the bowl to Vivian, who looked down at Brittney.  “Bad girl,” Vivian told her.  She then cupped the bowl reverently in both metallic hands, and tipped it up, like she was drinking deeply.  Brittney’s eyes were glued to her.  Then Vivian grabbed Brittney’s face in both hands, tipping her head back.  She let a long strand of the clear, thick fluid tumble over her lips and drift down to Brittney’s waiting tongue.

 

She thought she was expecting it, but as the warm fluid touched her tongue, Brittney’s mind went blank with passion.  Every inch of her skin crawled.  Her nipples ached.  Her pussy begged to be touched, but when she started to move her hands, Vivian’s midnight eyes narrowed.  Brittney focused on Vivian, who bent down, and began to kiss the fluid into her mouth.  As their tongues melted together, the buzzing was all consuming.  Her world was consumed by the lips on her lips, the hands on her cheeks, and all the terrible empty inches where her skin wasn’t touched.

 

Vivian stood and let go of Brittney’s face.  Brittney slowly opened her eyes.  Her mouth stayed open.  She desperately watched the demon stepping away, and she knew it wasn’t her place to chase her.  She sat on the floor, aching and burning for attention.  Her hands wandered back between her legs.  Brittney began to rub the need between her legs.  Her fingers quickly brought her to the edge of the release she needed so badly.

 

“You can’t finish yourself,” Ashlynn interrupted just before the first swell of orgasm overtook Brittney.  She moaned in desperation.  Those words were so complete she knew they were true.  Somehow, Ashlynn had robbed her of the ability to cum.  “You’ll need someone else to release you.”

 

“Please,” Brittney begged.  “Please send someone to release me.”  She was so horny, so desperate, that she was nearly in tears of frustration.

 

“And you promise to cum, no matter what?”

 

“Yes.  Of course, Mistress.  Please, please let me cum.  Please, please, please.”

 

Ashlynn’s smile was enormous.  “Vickus,” she called.  “This dirty little whore is ready for you.”

 

Britney would have called the thing that came through the door a pig demon.  He had a huge bot belly, and was covered with hair.  Any other day, she would have found him repulsive.

 

Right now, with the buzzing in her mind from that rose-scented liquid, her eyes were instantly drawn to the giant cock swinging between his legs.  She found herself licking her lips as she starred at it.  There was a little strand of the Essence still there, and it made her shiver and whimper.  She knelt obediently, her thighs spread, her hands on her knees.

 

“Not a lot of willpower in this one, is there?” he laughed.  “No wonder she was so easy to trap.”

 

“Quiet!  If the Lechomancer hears you, we’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

 

Brittney tried to focus on the words the demon exchanged, but all she could do was stare at the thick, long member, swinging between Vickus’s thighs.  It wasn’t even fully hard yet, and it was enormous.  She hoped he would stop talking to Mistress Ashlynn soon, and come over and fuck her.

 

Instead, the demon Ashlynn had called Vickus walked carefully around her, examining her.  Brittney found herself doing her best to impress him.  She arched her back, and stuck out her chest.  She made sure never to look up to his eyes.  She held still as best as she could, but she found herself wiggling slightly.  She needed him to release her so badly.  Her juices were beginning to pool on the floor between her legs.

 

Then both of his strong, wide hands were on her shoulders.  She pushed him forward, until her face rested on the cold stone floor.  Her hard nipples rubbed against it, and made her squirm.  Then he spread her legs further apart.  She lifted her hips, presenting her slit to him.  She wagged like she had an imaginary tail.

 

“I’ll make you a deal,” he chuckled.

 

“Yes.”

 

A meaty hand collided into her ass-cheek.  She whimpered.  “Master.  You will address me as Master.”

 

“Yes, Master,” she said.

 

“You are allowed to cum when I’m inside you, but every time you do, you must take another demon into you before you cum again.  Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“Do you agree?”

 

“Yes Master.  Just hurry.”

 

He licked his lips, and his hands began to roam over her.  His palms ran down her back, across her sides, enjoying the smooth skin.  Brittney pressed herself against every caress, wordlessly moaning her appreciating, desperate for him to enter her.  His hands slipped down her hips, and he began to grab her ass.

 

His thumbs were on either side of her asshole, spreading her cheeks wide.  She groaned in anticipation.  As the head of his thick cock pressed against her, she bit her lip in anticipation, and arched her body to receive him.  Her whole world burst into pressure, a pleasure mixed with pain as he drove into her.  His powerful hands grasped her hips, as he plowed down into her ass.  He slipped deep into her, and she felt like she would burst.

 

She ached and pushed herself back against him as best as she could.  He chortled, and began to fuck her faster.  The way he held her hips pushed her stomach and her breasts down against the cold stone floor.  Time seemed to slow for Brittney as each powerful thrust filled her mind with ecstasy.    Her toes curled, and she threw her fist in her mouth and bite on her fingers.  Everything faded into the pulsing pleasure.  She groaned “Yes! Yes! Yes!” against the gag of her fingers, punctuated by the grunting of the demon.

 

Slowly, she came back from the mind shattering orgasm.  Still, her skin crawled with desire.  She needed to cum, again, as soon as possible.  There was no thought in her mind that wasn’t in the service of her next orgasm.  She knew the demon had warned her about what it would take to cum again, but she couldn’t quite remember what it was.

 

Vickus’s hands went off her waist, and slid down under her knees.  With a grunt, he lifted her up.  He continued to bounce her on his cock, with his forearms under her thighs and his hands under her knees.  Her knees were up by her shoulders.  Brittney’s eye lids felt heavy, and she kept them half lidded as she arched her back.  With her mouth, she searched for his, her head resting on his shoulder as she contorted herself.  He kissed her, but never stopped bouncing her up and down on his cock.  Her breathing came in grunts, each time his long member was deep in her ass.

 

The door opened, and in walked another demon, this one built almost like a bodybuilder, with glowing green tattoos swirling on his flesh.  As he approached, Mistress Ashlynn’s voice drifted through Brittney’s lust addled haze, and she heard the demoness say “Are you ready to punish this dirty slut, Taput?”

 

Being called a slut sent a shock through Brittney.  She reached down, and spread her slit open.  As her lips pulled away from Vickus, a long strand of drool connected them for a moment, before it fell down her chin and onto her tits.  Her mouth was slightly open, forming an inviting O for the newcomer.  She glanced down, and hoping to send his eyes to her open cunt.  She did her best to open her heavy eyes and bring him over to her.

 

He didn’t take much encouraging.  Taput crossed the stone floor, and his hands slid up her firm stomach, and cupped her tits.  He pinched her nipples, and she whimpered.  He ran a long tongue across her neck, and its rough texture made her quiver.

 

Then his cock started to slide into her, and it was perfect.  An aching emptiness she could not have defined was filled.  He pushed deep into her, and then he cruelly began to pull out.  As he did, Vickus started lowering her onto him.  Taput lay down on the floor, and Brittney was straddling him, raised high enough that the tip of his dick was inside her pussy.  Vickus was just barely in her ass.  His hands were low on her hips, and he held her firmly, so that Brittney couldn’t push back on Vickus or down to take Taput deep into her.

 

“Please, Master,” she begged.  “Please.”

 

“Please, what, you filthy little whore?” Vickus held her still.

 

It was cruel, to say something that turned her on so much and not let her have the cocks she craved so badly.  “Please, fill me up, Master.  I need both of you deep inside me.  I have to have it.”

 

“Alright,” he chuckled, and moved his hands up to tease her breasts from behind.  No longer held in place, she could push herself down on to Taput’s waiting member.  Her legs slid wider apart, her hungry slit filling with his cock.  She groaned with pleasure as her emptiness subsided, replaced with the amazing girth deep inside her.  Soon, he took him to the root.

 

Vickus’s hands teased her breasts as she took Taput into her, but as soon as she couldn’t take any more of the demon below her, Vickus reached up and grabbed her shoulders.  He bent her forward, making Taput stir pleasurably inside her.  Holding her up, he started pushing his thick dick back inside her.  The amazing pressure returned, and she moaned.  Taput shock inside her, and she ground down against him.

 

The demon behind her had control over her body, and he began to pound into her, holding her where he wanted her.  His every motion, every thrust sent tremors through her body, as he pressed her against the demon below.  She was his bouncing little fuck-toy, and she couldn’t imagine being anything else.  Taput began thrusting up under her.  Brittney could only breathe in sighs and moans.

 

As they began to go faster, fucking her hard and deep, filling her ass and pussy to the limit, she surrendered to another orgasm.  Every muscle went tense all at once.  She could feel both holes milking the cocks inside her.  Taput grunted and came with her, lurching, and intensifying her own orgasm, as he filled her with that strange, buzzing seed.  It washed over her, and she was a quivering mass of joy.  Time floated away from her, her whole world the hands holding her in place, the cocks deep inside her.

 

It felt like she came forever.  She wasn’t sure how much time passed.  Taput remained hard inside her.  Vickus never missed a beat in his thrusting rhythm.  She remained suspended between them, bouncing along, happy and fulfilled in ways she had never imagined.

 

Ashlynn’s hand, grabbing her chin, broke her out of the dreamlike afterglow.  “Listen to me, you stupid slut,” Ashlynn hissed.

 

“S…sorry Mis…tress,” she managed to grunt out between powerful thrusts.  She realized that in her daze, she hadn’t answered a question Ashlynn must have asked.  Brittney’s mouth remained a little open, her eyes heavy with lust, doing her best to concentrate.

 

“You just came, didn’t you?”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.  It was hard to answer questions.  She didn’t want to split her focus from the upward thrust of Taput, his hands wandering up to her hips, forcing her to grind against him.  Vickus continued filling her ass with his huge cock.

 

“I thought so.  You love being used by anyone who will have you, don’t you, you fucking tramp?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.  I love being used like a fucking tramp.”

 

Mistress Ashlynn laughed.  “Well, you remember the rules, don’t you?”

 

Brittney nodded, and her skin prickled with anticipation.  “I remember, Mistress.  Now, another demon will join.”

 

Ashlynn nodded, and led forward a demon with dark purple skin.  He was lean, and there was mischief in his coal eyes.  He ran his fingertips across her cheek.  “Oh, I like her,” he smiled to Ashlynn.

 

“Thank you, sir.” Brittney leaned into his caress, still riding Taput, still taking each thrust from Vickus.

 

“She’s a quick learner.  Some kind of natural,” Mistress Ashlynn said.  “Do what you will with her, Garnet.”

 

Garnet ran his thumb gently across Brittney’s lower lip, and she leaned towards him.  When he slipped it into her mouth, she began to caress it with her tongue, hoping to convince him that he should use the long cock she saw surging before her instead.  She bobbed her head against his hand, in rhythm with Vickus’s powerful strokes from behind.

 

He laughed at her, and for a moment she was worried she had disappointed him, that he would decide not to play with her.  For far too long, he let her suck his fingers.  The thick cock in her ass and the powerful one deep inside her pussy just weren’t enough anymore.  She needed him in her mouth, too, or she would never cum again.  The ache building in her was terrible, bringing her back towards the edge of orgasm, but with no chance of completing.  It was a beautiful torture, and she just needed to convince the newest demon that she deserved to suck his cock.

 

After far too long, Garnet pulled his hand back, and took his long cock.  He ran the head of it against her lips.  A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, and she quickly ran her tongue along her lip to catch it.  It was the same strange-rose scented fluid, and it made her head buzz.  The only thought she had left was her need, her desire to be filled completely.

 

Brittney surged forward as best as she could, swallowing his entire length in one sudden motion, deep into her throat.  Her nose squished against his stomach.

 

“Greedy girl,” Vickus said from somewhere behind her.  His voice was distant, and she would have ignored him if he hadn’t grabbed both her wrists, and pulled them back.  Garnet fell almost entirely out of her mouth.  It was terrible, and she bobbed her head forward as much as she could, trying to take him back between her lips.  She couldn’t get even half his length back into her.

 

“You made her sad, Vickus,” Garnet chuckled.  “This little slut is cock-hungry, aren’t you, slut?”

 

She looked up at him, her blue eyes desperate.  She nodded, the head of his dick still in her mouth.

 

“You can give her whatever you want,” Vickus growled, “But she doesn’t get to take.”

 

Brittney slowly started bobbing her head, as much as she could with Vickus holding her arms straight back on her.  She stared her apology up at Garnet.  She ground it down onto Taput, who kept bucking up into her.  She clenched it back to Taput, who was now thrusting more aggressively into her.

 

Garnet relented, his hands on both her cheeks, feeding his length into her face, letting her warm mouth wash over him.  He matched Vickus, and into was like a terrible tide.  One moment, she would feel so empty, and it was such a long wait until they both plowed deep into her.  The long member, curving down her throat, and the thick cock, it’s amazing pressure filling her ass, made her feel complete for a fleeting moment.  Then they would both start to pull out, and she waited forever for the next thrust.

 

Her only solace was Taput had nowhere to go, stuck deep inside her.  Brittney ground against him, her legs spread wide.  She pressed her clit against him, and every time Vickus thrust hard into her, she could press it hard into the demon below her.

 

Vickus set the pace for everyone.  Every thrust from him was powerful, and Garnet didn’t quite match his aggression.  When Vickus started to pick up the pace, slamming into her faster and faster, Garnet followed his lead.  Taput’s hands roamed her hips and her tits, and he thrust up more and more as the other two sped up.

 

Brittney was lost in the motion of it.  She did everything she could to enhance the sensation.  She spread her legs as wide as she could.  She tried to push back against Vickus, and lean forward into Garnet.  Her breathing was desperate gasps, caught at the short moments where she had a chance between the mind blurring fucking.  She lost herself in the motion, her mind trapped in the moment when all three demons filled her so entirely.  Everything started to swim on her, and she let go.

 

The demons moaned with appreciation as her pussy and ass clenched automatically against them, milking them for their Essence.  Garnet pushed himself deep into her face, and held himself there.  His cock twitched, and Essence poured down her throat.  Brittney felt like she was about to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure flowing through her.  Her whole body vibrated.  There were no thoughts crossing her mind, just a desperate attempt to capture the sensation of all three monsters cumming inside of her as she orgasmed.

 

When it finished, every muscle ached, but her need hadn’t diminished.  Her skin was still on fire, her nipples ached, and her cunt twitched around Taput.  She needed to cum again, more than anything, but she also, somehow, needed more than the sensations dominating her world.

 

Brittney blinked twice as Ashlynn brought forward yet another demon.  This one had skin like a highway at midnight.  Brittney was pleased, as she bobbed against her current playmates, happy they were still hard.  She was confused, though.  There was no place for this new demon.  She didn’t want to lose any of her current cocks, but what would happen with the thick dick of the newest demon.

 

“What do you want, Pavement?” Mistress Ashlynn asked.  He looked Brittney over, and the hunger in his eyes made her ache for him.  He walked a quick circle around her.  Brittney did her best to be enticing.  She carefully circled her head around Garnet’s dick.  She moaned appreciatively as Vickus pressed, now slower, deep into her.  She leaned down against Taput, rubbing her skin against his powerful form.

 

Pavement finished his survey of her, and ran a stony hand behind her ear, pushing her blonde hair back.  She looked at him, as she continued to suck Garnet off.  Vickus released her arms, and Brittney nearly lost her balance.  Garnet caught her by the shoulders, and then ran his fingers up under her chin.  She continued to suck him, deep as he would let her, and she placed her hands on either side of his firm ass.  He gently took her forearms, and guided one so that she was stroking his cock.  The other, he led over to Pavement.

 

Brittney started to understand, but it was hard to think, through the pleasure, but she stoked the base of Garnet as she sucked him off, and Pavement as he waited.  After a moment, Garnet pulled out, taking his long cock right out of her mouth.  Her eyes watched it sadly, a long strand of spit hanging from her lips to its tip.

 

Then firm hands turned her head, and Pavement pushed his cock into her mouth.  She moaned with joy.  She stroked the base of his cock with her hand as she massaged it with her tongue.  She made sure not to ignore the others, wriggling, thrusting and stroking, feeling their hardness all over.

 

She kept switching back and forth between Garnet and Pavement.  They took turns with her mouth, and whomever was left out she kept stroking.  Her body was drenched in sweat, and her muscles burned, but it was nothing compared with her aching lust.  She needed to keep going, no matter what.  She needed Taput to keep fucking her from below, for Vickus to drive deep and hard into her hungry ass.

 

No matter what they did now, though, she couldn’t quite finish.  She was lost to the ecstasy, and every motion was in service of being filled deeper, and harder, by this pack of demons.  But nothing gave her the release she needed so badly.  She started to groan, half with pleasure, half with desperation.

 

Mistress Ashlynn laughed.  “You don’t understand, do you?”

 

Brittney whimpered, not willing to take Pavement out of her mouth long enough to speak.

 

“You need more of them inside you than you had before, you stupid slut.”

 

It was surprisingly hard to think, but after a moment, the answer came to her.  When she had Vickus deep inside of her, with one of his powerful thrusts, she took both Pavement and Garnet into her mouth at the same time.  She had to hold her mouth open nearly as far as it would go, and her jaw ached as she took them both inside.

 

As soon as she did, though, she knew she had followed instructions properly.  The release she felt like she had waited her whole life for overtook her instantly.  She rocked and shook, her toes curling and her mind blanking.  The demons laughed at her again, but she didn’t care.  She came harder than she had yet.  It flowed through her, and she wasn’t even sure who came with her, filling her with more buzzing essence.  It left her light headed and tired.

 

She was exhausted, but she had to go on.  If she stopped now, who knew how long they would leave her alone.  She couldn’t risk it.  Britney’s core blazed with lust.  It was a pulsing need in the centre of her, flaring outward.  Only the fleeting, half cruel touch of these demons eased it.

 

Brittney shivered with anticipation as she waited for the next demon, wondering how they would continue.  Vickus had no intention to stop fucking her ass, at least if his constant thrusting was any indication.  She wasn’t going to lift herself off Taput if she could help it, and kept swirling her hips against him.  Every time he let out a happy little grunt it sent a thrill through her.  She wasn’t sure how she would fit a third cock in her mouth, with Garnet and Pavement already there, but she was willing to try, if it meant she would come again.

 

However, instead of bringing in a new demon, Vivian, the golden demoness, straddled Taput’s face.  From her breathing, and excited squeals, Brittney was sure Taput must be licking her slit.  Vivian leaned forward, skillfully staying out of Pavement and Garnet’s way, and began to kiss Brittney’s collarbone.  Her lips trailed their way down her chest, and soon she was sucking on one of Brittney’s hard nipples.  She would nip playfully at them, with a pain staying just inside the right side of pleasurable.  Vivian’s tempo matched the demons already fucking Brittney from all sides, her lips never straying from Brittney’s skin.

 

Slowly, those golden lips worked their way down Brittney’s stomach.  Vivian’s rough tongue began to slide around the base of Taput’s cock.  She teased the lips of Brittney’s pussy as it devoured his shaft, long and spectacular laps intensifying the motion.  When Vivian found her clit, Brittney’s breath caught in her throat.  Her whole body shook, and she moaned around Garnet’s cock.  Her mind was empty of anything but sensation.  Her body screamed out for release, but no matter what Vivian did, she couldn’t cum.

 

Then Vivian turned around, laying down on top of Taput.  Her mouth met his, and Brittney found herself jealous.  She wanted to be the absolute center of attention, and if Vivian played with him, it meant she wasn’t focused on Brittney.  Brittney currently had Garnet deep in her mouth, and she let go of the base of his cock.  She ran her fingertips down the gorgeous definition of the lean muscles on Vivian’s golden back.  Her fingertips traced the spine, and Vivian leered back.  Her gaze was driving Brittney wild.

 

The demoness reached back, and Brittney lifted herself up a little bit, assuming Vivian wanted to stroke the base of Taput’s cock.  The edge of Vivian’s fingertips kept teasing her pussy lips, and she couldn’t see what she was up to, but she enjoyed every fleeting second of her touch.

 

Her eyes went wide when she felt the base of Vivian’s Tail press against her cunt.  She was already so full of Taput, but Vivian’s tail insisted, pressing against her.  Her world started to collapse into pressure, and she felt like she was being stretched.  She was certain it should hurt, but little by little, more of the golden tail entered her cunt.  She ached, and she had never been so full.  Every breath was a gasp, and every movement, every hand on her skin, every thrust into any of her well used holes re-centered her universe on the newest, most amazing sensation.

 

More and more of the tail went into her, and Brittney found herself spreading her legs wider, trying to make space.  She was surprised to find that Vivian could thrust with her tail, and she was using that motion to push it further into Brittney’s aching cunt.  Having what amounted to two thick cocks inside of her, Brittney lost herself again.  She let the mounting pleasure radiate through her.  Every muscle quacked, clenched, and relaxed.  Greedily, she pulled however she could and each member, filling herself with more of the buzzing fluid.  She was suspended, floating in pleasure for a brief eternity.

 

She was bouncing between her playmates when her thoughts returned.  She might have passed out.  It could have been a second, or an hour, she wasn’t sure.  The last bit of her rational mind wondered how she could still be desperate to cum.  She didn’t know how much she could take.  She ached everywhere, with exhaustion as much as lust.  She prayed she would be able to stay with it long enough to cum at least once more.

 

She shuddered with excitement as she felt Mistress Ashlynn’s hands spread her ass cheeks wider, and felt the head of her tail head towards her anus, pushing its way in above Vickus.

 

***

 

Lisa walked into the prison in her bathrobe, escorted on the arm of Erostopholes.  They reached the door, which didn’t need unlocked.  The locks only applied to the prisoner.  The Master reached out his demon hand, and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

 

Lisa was shocked at what she saw.  Ashlynn had her legs wrapped around Vickus, and they’re mouth melded, as his cock and her tail pounded into a grunting mess of a horny slut.  It took Lisa a moment to recognize her brother’s ex-fiancé.  Brittney bounced away on Vivian’s tail and Taput’s dick.  Brittney could barely keep her eyes open, they were so lidded with lust.  Her lips worshiped Garnet and Pavement mindlessly, and they chuckled as she sucked them off.

 

Lisa was so used to the mean glare that always seemed to hide just behind Brittney’s every expression, seeing her reduced to this animal state was too much for Lisa.  “Get off her!” she ordered.  She was surprised when every demon obeyed, scrambling out of reach of Brittney.

 

For her part, the blonde girl looked up confused.  She searched for them, and then turned to Lisa and Erostopholes.  Her eyes were glazed with lust, and her mouth hung open slightly, forming an “O” that was almost cute, but Lisa found she was still mad.

 

“Let them come back,” Brittney moaned.  “I’m a dirty slut, and they need to punish me.”  She was coated in sweet, and laid on the floor, her hand creeping down between her legs.

 

“No, this is done.  Give me the keys,” she said to the Master.  He nodded, and handed her the metal ring.  Lisa went to the door an unlocked each lock.  “You’re free, Brittney.  Go home.”

 

“But,” Brittney said, shaking her head in confusion, “I’m supposed to be here, because of what I did.”

 

“You can leave,” repeated Lisa.  She was fuming, and she wasn’t sure who she was upset with.  It was too much, seeing someone she knew so changed, reduced to such an animal state.

 

“I will deal with this,” Erostopholes said.  “Vickus!  Lead the Lechomancer back to her door.”  The biggest of the demons nodded, and came forward.  Lisa finished opening the locks on the door, and then dropped the keys on the stone floor.  They clattered and echoed.  She followed Vickus, with a quick, angry look over her shoulder.

 

“I know you,” Brittney said, looking up at Erostopholes as Lisa left.  The big blue demon grinned at her.  “You’re the guy!  The one who I cheated on Mike with!”

 

He shrugged.  “The Lechomancer said you can leave.  You’re not a prisoner here anymore.”

 

Brittney ran her tongue across her lips.  “So I have to go?”

 

“No one said that.  There’s just no lock on the door.”

 

“What… what happens if I stay?”

 

“You are not a prisoner, so we can only do what you ask us to do to you.”

 

“And if I asked you to punish me?  To use me however you wanted?”

 

The demon stepped forward.  “I think you should try that.”

 

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Lechomancer Curses 9: Vengance

When her phone buzzed for the fifth time in twenty minutes, Lisa sighed.  She looked down at Vivian, face buried between her legs.  Viv’s kisses were desperate, knowing if she could get Lisa off, the intense build-up of her own urges would be instantly released.  “Give me a moment,” Lisa instructed.  Vivian nodded, mouth agape, face slick.  Her pet looked disappointed.

 

The messages were from Lisa’s sister, Erin.  Lisa snorted a little.  Erin had been short with her since Lisa had started fooling around with Vivian a few months earlier.  Erin felt betrayed that her straight best friend would start dating her sexually repressed sister.  She had no idea that Lisa wielded otherworldly powers, or that Vivian had been transformed into a reality-hopping succubus.

 

Normally, Lisa would have just ignored Erin’s text.  She was tired of trying to come up with excuses about why she and Viv were hanging out alone, and skipping the sexual nature of their encounters.  However, this time Erin’s texts had a frantic tone.

 

“Call me.”

 

“This is important.”

 

“ASAP.”

 

“Seriously, Lisa, call me.”

 

“It’s about Michael.”

 

Lisa sighed.  “Fine,” she said to the phone.  She squirmed a bit away from Vivian.  “I need to make a phone call.  Go take a shower.  You can cum in there.”  Vivian’s lips curled into a quick smile, and she rushed down the hall to the bathroom.  Lisa hit the button to call Erin.  “Hey, Erin, what’s up?”

 

“I was worried you weren’t going to call,” Erin half shouted.  From the background noise, Lisa could tell Erin was driving, and she was through the car audio system.

 

“Look, I know things have been a bit weird lately.  I’m figuring some stuff out and …”

 

“Yeah, that’s great for you,” Erin said dismissively.  “Listen, I’m heading out to Mom and Dad’s.  Michael’s there.  Looks like the engagement is off.”

 

“Seriously?  What happened?”  Lisa sat upright, concerned.

 

“Mike came home and found Brittney in bed with someone else.  She tried to tell him it was his fault for working so much.  He called off the engagement, but she kicked him out and threw all his shit in the yard.”

 

“She kicked him out?”

 

“You know our brother.  He’s kind of a push over.  I’m proud he had the balls to call off the wedding.”

 

“I know.  Good for him.”

 

“Look, maybe you should come home this weekend too.  He needs support right now.”

 

“I have a shift tomorrow,” Lisa lied.  She glanced over at the bedside table where she had her Book.  “I’ll be done at noon and then I’ll head up.”

 

“Okay.  Thanks.”

 

“It’s family.  It’s nothing.”

 

“What am I hearing in the background,” Erin asked.  Lisa glared at the hallway.  Vivian was a screamer, and it sounded like she was doing alright in the shower.

 

“Just the T.V.  See you tomorrow.”  Lisa hung up before she got any questions too awkward to answer.  She rolled across the bed, and then knelt, reverently opening the drawer containing The Incubi Prince.  While Lisa had read it cover to cover, she had learned that the pages of the book could change.  The first time she read it through, there hadn’t been any curses, but lately, she constantly opened to new ways to punish someone.

 

Lisa headed over to the mirror.  “Master,” she called into it.

 

“Yes?” came his voice from her bed.  She turned and found him sitting, the covers draped across his human form’s waist.

 

“I need a curse,” she said, keeping her eyes downcast.  He motioned for her to come closer, and lovingly stroked the side of her face.  She melted against him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest, one of her legs thrown between his.

 

He kissed her forehead.  “Of course, Pet.  We’ll find one for you in your book.”

 

“I need the worst one,” she growled into the perfect curve of his shoulder.  “I’ve never been so angry.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“My brother’s fiancé cheated on him.  I want to make her pay.”

 

“Well, there’s this,” Erostopholes said softly, taking the book from her hands.  She began to trace her fingers across his stomach, lovingly redrawing every line of his lean form.  “It’s called the Curse of Banishment.”

 

“What would it do?”

 

“It would send her to my castle, and leave her as a gift to my subjects.”

 

Lisa grinned.  “For how long?”

 

“Until you release her.”

 

Lisa giggled evilly, and sat up, as the Master took her through the spell.  She curled up against him, let herself get lost in his voice.

 

Just after midnight, Lisa stood in the second story hallway of her townhouse, by the gothic blue door that glowed with a menacing pulse.  Every time she passed through it, she was a little terrified.  She had a leather satchel with the supplies the spell called for, and she waited for the Master.  He was infuriated when she went through alone, and always walked her through the door when a spell required going to the Otherside.

 

Erostopholes appeared, looking human, wearing a black silk housecoat, which fell to the floor, unlike the one she wore that fell mid-thigh.  “Come along,” he said with a lopsided grin.  She stepped through to door, into a mirror image of her upstairs hallway.  She followed Erostopholes closely, as beyond this, the Otherside was strange.  Doors didn’t lead to the same place twice, and the Master claimed there were things here that were dangerous to her.

 

Lisa walked right beside him, adjusted the strap of her bag, and then wrapped both arms around Erostopholes’s elbow.  She pressed her chest against his arms, and smiled slightly to herself when her touch gave him a moment’s pause.  He let her stay, wrapped around him, as he continued onwards.  They walked through a long hallway with furniture covered with sheets, through a door that had them outside, along a starlight battlement, and they reached the base of a tower.

 

The door had six locks, and from the pocket of his robe, the Master produced a thick key ring.  He handed it to Lisa.  “You would lock her away.  Seal the keys.”  Each key was ornate, metal, and cold to the touch.  The Book said each key must know an intimate touch to keep a mortal imprisoned.  Lisa held the first key reverently in her hands, and handed it to the Master.  The next, she kissed, and let it linger on her bottom lip.  The third, she traced down her neck, and opened the belt of her robe, to allow her to slide it between her breasts.  The forth ran down her stomach.  The fifth she slipped between her pussy lips.  The sixth pressed against her asshole.

 

Erostopholes nodded appreciatively as he placed each into its lock.  The door shimmered and vanished.  He took her hand and led her inside.  The tower held a canopied bed in the center of a tall room.  The moon shone onto the bed.  All around the walls were various restraints: manacles, stocks, rope on pegs.

 

“We now anoint the Caster of the Banishment,” Erostopholes called out to no one in particular.  Lisa nodded, and slipped out of her robe.  One thing about the Otherside she liked was that it was never too cold to be nude.  She reached into the bag, and pulled out the bottle of massage oil she had brought.  The Book had said she needed to be anointed with oil, and she wasn’t sure what it originally meant.  Her choices were massage or cooking.

 

The Master stood behind her, gathered up her dark hair, and pushed it over her shoulder.  She held it out of his way as best as she could.  He drizzled the cool oil directly from the bottle across her shoulders and the back of her neck.  With his strong hands, he began to rub in into her neck.  Then he stroked it down her arms, massaging as he went, all the way down to each finger.  He added more oil and began to rub it into her back, his fingers teasing around at the edges of her breasts.  He knelt to work the oil into her buttocks, and down her legs.

 

He turned her around, and she saw he had taken his blue demon form.  The oil was held in his tail, as he splashed it across her upper chest.  His fingers were rough, almost frantic as they played against her breasts, taking the liberty to pinch her hardening nipples.  His hands rushed down her stomach, across her hips, and down her legs.  Then, his teasing fingers gently pressed the oil against the lips of her pussy, teasing her until she moaned.  “Eyes,” he warned, as he brought his hands up and carefully applied it to her face.  She closed her eyes, and leaned into each gentle stroke, across her forehead, down her cheeks, his fingertips carefully painting her lips.

 

She looked down at her slickened form and smiled.  She shone in the moonlight.  She wanted a mirror to admire herself.  She let her hands trace up and down her sides, slick to the touch.

 

“We now name the Jailors of the Banished,” Erostopholes announced.  She needed to name each demon who would be able to punish Brittney in this room.  She dug through the bag and pulled out her list.

 

She didn’t want to forget a single one.

 

“Ashlynn and Vivian!” she called out.  She wasn’t sure why, but she liked her Succubi best.  They appeared in the doorway, Ashlynn’s light purple and Vivian’s golden demon counterparts.  They bowed, and stepped inside.  To name them as Jailors, Lisa needed to bring each of them to orgasm.  If she did this as part of the ritual, they would have permission to use Brittney in anyway Lisa had let them touch her in the past.

 

Lisa led the two demonesses to the bed.  She laid Ashlynn down on her back, and spread her long legs, and started to kiss her inner thighs, the soft purple skin almost looking like marble in the moonlight.  Her lips traced their way up, and soon she was letting her tongue play against Ashlynn’s pussy lips.  The demon arched her back and moaned.  “Vivian,” Lisa called.  She arranged the golden Succubus on top of Ashlynn, stomach to stomach, their tits pressed together.  It didn’t take any encouraging before they were kissing, Vivian’s fingers entangled in Ashlynn’s hair, forcing her to look where she wanted.

 

With long strokes of her tongue, Lisa could pleasure them both.  She teased them both, her fingers deep inside Ashlynn, who moaned, especially when she circled the hood of her clit with a thumb.  She buried her tongue deep inside Vivian, who thrust back with her hips, desperate for more.  They were a chaotic mix of impossible skin, a beautiful storm on the bed.

 

Lisa was caught off guard when Vivian’s tail slapped across her cheek.  Lisa laughed a little, and grabbed it with her free hand, gently stroking it.  Succubus tails, in their demon forms, were exceptionally sensitive, as well as phallic.  Lisa had been fucked breathless by the tails of both demonesses, and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought to play with them when trying to get these two off.  She kissed the head of Vivian’s tail, who groaned happily.  Lisa slipped it deep into her mouth, deep-throating as much of it as she could.  Ashlynn squirmed against her other hand, and Lisa did her best to keep teasing her, but Vivian’s tail had a mind of its own.  It was fucking her face, and Vivian’s moans were getting more and more like the screams she let out during orgasm.

 

Moments later, the tail twitched in Lisa’s mouth.  She pulled it out quickly, so that all of the Essence that emerged from the tip wouldn’t be shot down the back of her throat.  She was just in time, and the clear, rose scented liquid that spurted forth fell mostly on her tongue, although a few strands lashed across her chin.  Her mouth and her face buzzed.  The substance was an aphrodisiac, and she was somewhat immune, but her core was already on fire, and she was having trouble not cumming herself.

 

She held the Essence in her mouth, and returned her attention to Ashlynn.  She still squirmed, her legs spread wide, bucking her hips against Lisa’s fingers.  Vivian flipped around, so that her cunt was now hovering over Ashlynn’s mouth.  Like a good Succubus, the purple demoness would kiss and tongue Vivian between her moans.

 

Vivian looked Lisa in the eyes as she ran her tongue along Ashlynn’s clit.  Lisa knew from experience that the demon tongues were almost rough, and it was a nearly mind shattering mix of sensations to have one playing with her pussy.  Ashlynn bucked desperately.  Vivian purred.  “You should see this slut, with a mouthful of my cum.”

 

Oh, Lisa thought, you’ll pay for that one later.  But Viv’s words made Ashlynn squirm more desperately.  Lisa speed up, pulling her fingers in and out of Ashlynn’s desperate valley.  Lisa reached under Ashlynn’s ass, and found her tail, snaking it out.  She stroked it, and ran it across her lower lip.

 

“You should see this,” Vivian said, her eyes cruel as they drank Lisa in.  “She’s a messy little slut, running your tail through my Essence.”  Vivian’s tongue teased along the edge of Lisa’s fingers.  Ashlynn squealed with joy.  “She wants it, you know.  She wants you to spurt across her face, into her mouth.”  Her tongue flicked Ashlynn’s clit.  “Tonight, she’s your little fucktoy.”

 

That was all Ashlynn could take.  Her hands dug into Vivian’s firm ass, pulled her down against her screams of pleasure, which set Vivian off again.  Ashlynn’s tail twitched in Lisa’s hand, a strand of clear essence across her cheek.  Lisa hurriedly closed her lips over the tip of the cock shaped appendage, and caught the rest in her mouth.

 

Leaving them in a pile of pleasure on the bed, Lisa headed back to the bag.  She pulled out a metal bowl she had brought, and spit the Essence in her mouth into the bowl.  With gentle fingers, she took the strands from her face and added them to the bowl.  After all, she would need it for later in the ritual.

 

“Taput!  Garnet!  Pavement!” she called out for the next set of demons on her list.  They appeared at the door of the tower, bowed, and entered.  Like the Succubi, each of the male demons had a counterpart out in the real world.  She had some idea about what happened with Ashlynn and Vivian, but she didn’t know what happened to the guy from the bar, Garett, or Mike when she played with their demons.  She wondered if they knew, if they dreamed about her when she fucked their hellish counterparts.

 

Thinking of the conditions of the spell, she told the demons “You may restrain or tie me in any way you desire.”   Pavement, whose skin was the colour of wet concreate at midnight, rushed off to examine the restraints.  Garnet, a dark purple demon, unlike the near marble colour of Ashlynn, saw something he liked and hurried directly for it.  Taput the last demon, painted with glowing green tattoos, smiled with his mouth hanging open at Lisa.

 

“Lay down, Taput,” Lisa instructed, pointing at the floor.  The demon nodded and did as he was told.  “We have a bit of a problem.  Even when we were teasing Amber, I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me in the ass.  We’re going to need to correct that before we bring Brittney here.”  Taput chortled.

 

Lisa looked at Taput’s thick, throbbing member.  She hovered over him, leaning back to line him up with her waiting asshole.  Carefully, she let his head press against her rear entrance.  Her palms were flat on the cold stone by his knees.  Carefully, she took lowered herself onto him, watching him groan as more and more of his member slipped into her.  The pressure took her breath away, and she had to stop.  She needed to make sure she didn’t cum yet.  As soon as she did, she couldn’t name anymore Jailors.

 

And she wanted every Jailor for Brittney she could get her hands on.

 

Slowly, carefully, she took more and more of Taput in her ass, clenching her teeth, careful not to enjoy the sensation too much.  Lisa had taken him to the root, and was grinding, watching the demon below her edging as well, in an agonizing pleasure of trying to ensure it didn’t stop.  He bucked his hips, carefully, fucking deeper into her ass, but when it made her laugh with joy, it seemed to make the demon reconsider.  He just let her ride him, and tried to hang on.

 

Garnet returned, and he had a metal collar, with a thick chain worked through a link, like an oversized leash.  He smiled as he clapped it around Lisa’s neck.  She smiled and nodded.  She definitely wanted him to put this on Brittney.  Then Garnet spread her thighs a little wider.  She leaned back more, trying to give her access to her desperate cunt.  She tried to focus on the fact that she didn’t want to cum yet, but it wasn’t easy.

 

Garnet pressed the head of his cock against her, and ran it between her lips, grinning at her.  His eyes were starving for the touch he was denying both of them.  Lisa bit her lip, and her eyes smoldered with need.  He grunted, and started to push his cock deep into her.  She was soaking wet, and he slid deep inside her with a single stroke.  As he thrust, she rocked back towards him, squeezing Taput with her ass.  He started to breath heavily.  Meanwhile, Garnet placed his hands on top of hers on the floor, their fingers interlocking.  As he filled her with his long cock, his breath escaped by her ear.  Soon they were breathing in synch, exhaling together each time he drove deep into her.

 

Taput roared, and his hands grabbed Lisa’s waist as his hips bucked.  She felt him twitch inside of her, and then spurt his Essence into her ass.  Garnet refused to slow down, stretching her, mounting ecstasy taking her breath away.  She freed one hand from his and stuffed a finger in her mouth, biting on it to ensure she didn’t finish yet.

 

She rose, getting off of Taput, her balance risked by Garnet’s fucking.  He wrapped a hand under her ass, and then pulled her on top of him.  She wanted to tell him to stop, to give her a moment, but if she did that, Brittney might be able to stop him.  Lisa couldn’t have that.  “Vivian, come here!” she ordered, in her well-practiced Mistress voice.

 

Vivian rushed over.  “Yes?”

 

“I need you to get Taput’s cum from my ass.  I need it in my mouth.”

 

Vivian nodded.  Garnet’s hands were around her shoulders, holding her tight to him as he thrust deep between her legs.  Vivian placed one firm hand on the small of her back, pushing her against Garnet.  With her other, she spread Lisa’s butt cheeks apart.  The Succubus’s tongue was long and felt slick yet ribbed as it pushed its way into her.

 

Lisa screamed out in pleasure, but kept her concentration, holding back, just a little longer.  Vivian’s tongue pushed deep into her, licking up the Essence.  Lisa rode Garnet more slowly as Vivian worked.  She tried to distract herself from how intense the sensations were.  Her toes were cold, her body was drenched in sweat and oil, and she had to focus on breathing, just breathing, not to get lost in the strange double penetration on the stone floor of a moonlight tower.

 

When Vivian finally withdrew her tongue, Lisa gasped.  She started to ride Garnet a little faster, and he had developed a wicked smile.  She wondered what he was up to.  A slap across her face broke her reverie.  She touched her stinging cheek and looked up at Vivian, who carefully held Taput’s Essence in her mouth.  That’s another thing she’ll pay for, Lisa thought.  She opened wide and stuck out her tongue.  Vivian spat the vicious liquid into her waiting mouth.

 

Pavement had now returned.  He had gathered a series of restraints from around the room.  He put cuffs around her wrists, and ran a rope through the metal rings on the cuffs.  He did the same with her ankles.  Then he started working on a complicated rope harness.  Lisa was a bit confused, but somewhat thankful, as it distracted her from Garnet.  He tied her calves to her thighs, and then undid it.  He tied her hands in front of her, then behind her.  He wrapped rope around her waist, her hips, her chest, and even feed some between her legs, in between Garnet’s thrusts.  Pavement wasn’t generally the smartest of these demons, but over the next several minutes, he quickly tied her in a series of configurations, and then let them go to tie the next. Planning for his time with Brittney.  Garnet never missed a thrust.

 

The last configuration Pavement tied had her arms over her head, straight up to the elbow, and then bent her wrists back down to her neck.  He pulled down on it, forcing Lisa to arch her back.  Lisa grunted, and ground down against Garnet.  This was his breaking point, and he pulled her tight against him, and burst inside her.  “Vivian,” he called.  “This whore needs cleaning.”

 

Vivian’s eyes were fire as she walked forward.  Lisa was surprised to watch her obey Garnet, but she slid off him, and Vivian started lapping the essence up between her legs.  That strange tongue against her was about to drive her over the edge, but Vivian watched her carefully.  “Not yet.  Not yet.”  Viv slowed down reluctantly, and watched as Lisa catch her breath.  It was hard for Lisa, with Essence in her mouth and her cunt.  It buzzed, and lit her skin on fire, but with nothing thrusting into her for a moment, it was enough to hold back.

 

When Lisa was breathing evenly again, Vivian drove her supernaturally long tongue into her, and Lisa shrieked and nearly lost it.  Vivian held her legs apart, ran her fingernails along her thighs.  Her tongue massaged inside Lisa, and Vivian purposefully brought her right to the desperate edge.  The room was starting to fade, and she was thrusting herself against the golden demoness’s face.

 

At the last second, Vivian pulled away.  Lisa was slapped again, and she glared at the Succubus.  Vivian smiled and spat another load of demon cum in her mouth.  Lisa carefully held it there, and was about to head over to the metal bowl.

 

Before she could move, Pavement grabbed her shoulder.  He took the rope that held her arms over her head, and ran it down, between her ass cheeks.  He pulled it through her legs, and she realized there was a series of knots in the rope, which rubbed against her as he pulled it through her legs.  He lifted it up, and brought the end of the rope through the ring on the iron collar.

 

She quivered as he pulled the rope trough, and the knotted length brushed against the lips of her pussy.  The rope was softer, smoother than she would have expected, seeming more silken than hemp.  It was also soaked with the oil all over her, her sweat, and other bodily fluids.  He pulled the rope through until her back was arched uncomfortably but not painfully, and tied it off.

 

Then, with his forefinger and his thumb, he turned her face to look at him.  He slapped Lisa’s cheek with his cock, and then began to stroke.  “What are you…” she tried to say, around the mouthful of precious Essence she needed to get in the bowl.  He shook his head, and put his free hand on her forehead, forcing her to look upwards as he continued to jack off.  Every motion moved the knots against her, and she quivered.  Quivering moved the knots along her slit.  She tried to stay still.

 

Pavement placed the head of his cock against her lips, stroked twice more, and spurted another load into her mouth.  She nodded, and then started to stand to go to the bowl.  “No!” Pavement shouted, and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.  “Crawl.”

 

Lisa looked up at him and then slowly nodded.  On her knees, she worked her way over to the bowl.    With her arms stretched over her head, she had to assume he didn’t mean on all fours.  Every step was another threat, another struggle to hold back her aching body from giving in, from moving her arms and finishing herself with the clever little knots.   Lisa wanted to cum so desperately, but she was on a mission.  She focused on what she had to do next.  She reached the edge of the bowl, and let the Essence slide in, mixing with what she had already harvested from the Succubi.

 

She laid on the cool floor for a few moments, catching her breath.  Lisa did her best not to move.  She couldn’t afford the joy of the rope.

 

“Vickus!” she called, her nose wrinkling.  She hated the corpulent demon, whose human form was a cab driver the Master often used.  She had only ever been touched by him once, when the Master had punished her.  He was disgusting.

 

He was perfect for Brittney.

 

“Erostopholes!” she called.  Sure, she wanted Brittney to have to fuck Vickus, but Lisa didn’t want to have to focus on her own encounter.  The Master would have free reign, and knew how badly Lisa wanted to punish her almost sister-in-law.

 

Vickus’s hairy form appeared in the doorway, and he bowed and entered.  He came up to Lisa, and grabbed her ankle, dragging her a bit away from the bowl.  With her hands still tied, she couldn’t find any purchase.  He laid her on her side, so that one leg was on the pulled out along the floor.  He threw the other over his shoulder, so that it was straight up.  With surprisingly careful fingers, he spread open her lower lips, moving the rope to the side.  He put the head of his cock against her, brushing gently against her aching cunt.

 

“Beg me.  Beg me to fuck you or you can’t cum.”

 

Lisa loved the idea.  Brittney would have to beg Vickus.  It was so horrible it was perfect.  “Please, fuck me.  Please fill me up and make me cum.”  The demon smiled at her, and pushed the thick head of his cock into her.  With a swirl of his hips, he pushed deeper and deeper into her, holding her leg against him.  She felt his bulbous stomach against her thigh, the hair of his shoulder at her ankle, his thick fingers trickling up and down her thigh.  She didn’t want to admit how amazing it felt.

 

With an almost hypnotizing rhythm, he fucked her, filling her more completely than Vivian’s tongue, or Garnet or Taput had.  At the end of each stroke he grunted a little, and then began his slow exit.  He was warm, and when he was filling her completely, her mind was nearly blank.  When he started to pull out, she hated it, only able to think about how he was about to fill her up again.

 

The Master grabbed her head.  She looked up at him, shocked to see him there.  As a demon, his skin was midnight blue, and while he had a large cock as a man, here it was enourmous, nearly as thick as a soda can, at least nine inches long.  Lisa wasn’t sure, but she thought it might actually change size.

 

Moving her head tugged on her collar, and teased her with the knots.  Erostopholes laid his cock on her face, and she turned her head, letting the rope tease her clit.  She licked the length of it, up and down.  She took the tip between her lips, and that was what he seemed to be waiting for.  He grabbed the length of her head, and thrust deep into her.

 

Erostopholes and Vickus matched each other, stroke for stroke.  She was either perfectly, euphorically filled form both ends, or terribly empty.  She struggled against her bonds, her back arching, her tits pressed forward, encouraging Vickus to paw at them.  She could tease her clit by shifting her hands slightly, and she kept running the rope across it.

 

Vickus thrust deep into her, but didn’t pull out this time.  Instead, he started twisting his hips, moving deep inside her.  Her breathing was frantic through her nose.  She knew she was at the end.  She was going to come any moment.  Vickus rocked in her, pinching her nipples, thumbing the rope against her clit.  She felt him start to twitch, and her legs were shaking.

 

Instants before she started to cum, Vickus pulled out of her, and Erostopholes did the same.  They forced her up onto her knees, and she opened her mouth.  Lisa stared hungrily up at them, sticking her tongue out flatly.  Every inch of her was on fire.  Both demons blasted cum into her mouth, and she caught what she could.  Their Essence burned hotter than the others, and as it sparkled against her tongue, her world started to swim.  Some trickled down her chin, and across the curve of her tits.  She managed to crawl over to her bowl, and add it to her collection.

 

The Master picked her up, and put her knees over both of his strong shoulders.  His hands pressed against the small of her back, and his tongue slide into her.  Like Vivian’s, but thicker, he lapped against the walls of her pussy.  After waiting so long, it was heaven.  She smashed her cunt against his face as best she could, pushing off his hands, pulling herself forward with her legs.  The rope continued to tease her.  He devoured her, and she shrieked.  She was worried she would lose her balance as everything seemed to dim, as every muscle in her body fired.  She rocked dizzily, trying to keep herself against that magic tongue as long as she could.  She crumpled, and if Erostopholes hadn’t caught her she would have fallen off his shoulders onto the stone floor.

 

She laid, panting, aching pleasantly.  She wasn’t sure who untied her arms, but she rubbed her wrists.  It would probably leave a mark, but that mark would be a pleasant reminder until it faded. She wasn’t sure how long she enjoyed the afterglow, the warm floor, but eventually she heard the Master call.  “Lechomancer,” he said softly.

 

“Hmm.” She forced herself to sit up, and she crawled, this time on her hands and knees, over to her bag and bowl.  She wasn’t sure she could stand if she wanted to.

 

The spell called for the likeness of the one to be Banished burnt in effigy.  Erostopholes had assured Lisa that a picture of Brittney would work.  Lisa held a half photograph, one she had cut her brother out of, announcing their engagement, over a barbeque lighter.  The ashes tumbled into the bowl.  Next she needed to add something that had once belonged to the Banished.  Last Christmas, Brittney had bought her a cheap bath set she had never used.  She crushed a bath salt into the bowl.  As it hit the surface, the whole mixture shimmered, and turned crimson.

 

Taking a paintbrush from her bag, Lisa dipped it in the crimson bowl.  She drew a large pentagram on the floor.  In the center, she wrote “Brittney Ava Kane”, another spell that used a full name.

 

Lisa struggled to stand.  Her legs were still shaking, and she was deliciously sore.  “By this Rite, I do Banish thee to this cell.” Now all she needed to do was set the conditions of capture.  “The next time she is to be alone for twelve hours, bring her here, and begin her Banishment.”

 

The demons cheered.  Lisa smiled, and found herself gloating as she laid back on the cold stone floor.

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Lechomancer Chapter 9: Punishment

Lisa had seen her Master in a demonic form before, but not the way he appeared on the Otherside of the Blue Door.  He was eight feet tall, and draconic wings grew out of his back.  His blue skin was glowing darkly, and his horns nearly scrapped against the ceiling.

She gulped, and wished he was smaller, or more human, as he strode angrily toward her.  He grabbed the back of her neck and led her back down the hallway, through the mystic door that lead into her own townhouse.  The stern fingers clamped on her neck sent a strange rush of joy down her body, but she knew better than to smile or moan happily while Erostopholes was so visibly upset.

He led her into her bedroom, and pushed her to the floor.  He had to stoop on this side, and he towered over her, glowering.  “Do you know what could have happened to you over there?”

“I was fine, Master.  Mike wasn’t …”

“Mike was the least of your worries,” he growled.  “But apparently, you don’t listen, do you slut?”

“No Master,” she found herself purring.  “I’m a slut and I don’t listen.”

“You think you’re cute?” he roared at her, and she decided not to state the fact that right now, she did feel rather cute.  Vulnerable, sure, and she knew she should be worried about what he would do next, but she found the idea exciting more than anything.  She supressed a smile as her hand lazily ran up and down her thigh.  She licked her lips, and he snorted.

He picked her up off the floor, and sat on the bed, throwing her over his knee.  She squealed happily, and then his hand thundered through the air and swatted her ass.  It sent a painful jolt of ecstasy through her, and she yelped.  He smacked her again and again, faster, reddening her bottom, and the pleasure outweighed the pain.  The cold air began to sting when he stopped, and she turned to look at him, to beg him for another.

“Vivian,” he said sternly, and Lisa realized one of her pets was in the room, on the far side of the bed.  It appeared Viv had been hiding when she and the Master came in.  She bowed slightly to him, and he said “Bring me her Vials of Essence.  All of them.”

In her nightstand, Lisa had about ten little glass bottles of the demonic liquid, which acted as both a lubricant and an aphrodisiac.  She used them most often on her pets, Vivian and Ashlynn, so Vivian knew exactly where it was stored.  She brought the Vials, and the Master took them and uncorked them with his teeth.  He poured the viscous liquid into his hand, and let it seep between his fingers.  He showed her the thick, clinging strands as he pulled the fingers apart, and then they were out of sight.

Two long, oversized digits thrust firmly between her legs, up into her pussy.  The liquid made them warm, and they sent a tingling all through her.  As he continued to push in, deeper and deeper, she realized something was wrong.

It was too intense.  He had barely started on her, and she was on the edge of orgasm.  “Wh… what?” was all she could get out.  She found herself panting, and blushing.

“You are used to being somewhat immune to Essence, aren’t you, bitch?  But you disobeyed me, broke our Covenant, and so your protections are void.

Lisa tried to focus on the words, but nothing was so important as squirming back against his thrusting fingers.  He started to pull out, and she desperately tried to press herself back against him.  He began to tease her, keeping his sticky, amazing fingers just out of reach, and when she tried to squirm back, he’d pull away, or push her down into his lap, so she couldn’t move, chuckling cruelly.  Then, after far too long, he would begin to tease her again, gently pushing inside her outer lips, slipping his fingers into her.

“Vivian,” the Demon said softly, as he started to push in a little deeper, pull out, and push in a little deeper still, “Please go to the door.  Your Succubi has something for you there.”  Lisa was breathing in quick gasps by the time Viv returned, and the only thing that caught her attention at first was that the Master had removed his fingers.

Then she saw what Viv had brought.  It was a metal pole, about three feet long, with a leather collar in the centre, and cuffs at either end.  The Master pushed her out of the lap, and onto the floor.  She scrambled to kneel before him, her hands on his powerful thighs.  While he still glared at her, his thick, long cock was hard, pointing at her.  She found herself panting, trying to breathe on it, her mouth open, hoping he would let her kiss it, stroke it with her tongue.

She felt the cold steel of the pole press to the back of her neck, and Viv held it there as the Master looped the leather collar around her neck, and fastened the latch.  Then he grabbed her right hand, and thrust it into the first cuff.  Vivian quietly closed it around her wrist, much tighter than the leather around her neck.  Next they did the left.

The Master grabbed her chin, and forced her gaze up from his member to his eyes.  “You’re bad at listening.  You just do what you want,” he told her sternly.

“I want,” she said, gasping, desperate for him, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, we will be fucking you, Lisa,” he growled.  She purred, and struggled against her restraints, wanting desperately to touch herself.  Erostopholes did not seem pleased, as he grabbed the back of her head, and thrust his cock into her mouth.  She nearly choked on it.  She was ready to service him, but he refused to give her any control.  He thrust in and out of her mouth, deep into her throat, his vicelike fingers pushing her head up and down. The wet tingling between her legs intensified, and she wished someone would touch her aching cunt.

“Vivian,” the Master called, and Lisa remembered she was still in the room.  “Bring Ashlynn here,” he ordered, as he continued to thrust between Lisa’s lips.  Vivian gave a short, agreeable sound, which seemed almost odd to Lisa.  She was more … aware then she tended to be when she had her Demon Tail in.  She sounded like she knew that watching her best friends sister being force feed cock from an eight foot tall blue demon wasn’t normal.

Then she felt the Master shudder slightly, and his dick pulsed in her mouth.  He started to cum down her throat, and pulled out, bathing her tongue, chin, and chest in his thick juices.  Then it struck her, it was Essence.  The throbbing between her legs got more desperate, and her lips and tits started to tingle, begging to be groped.

“Please fuck me,” Lisa begged.  Erostopholes raised a skeptical eyebrow at her.  Lisa felt the blood rush to her cheeks, blushing as she turned around, and stuck her ass up in the air to tempt him, spreading her legs wide.  The sticky fluid on her breasts caused them to stick to the floor.  She realized suddenly that the bar wasn’t moving.  She was stuck, with her face and tits pressed to her floor, in the pooling essence that was making her hornier and hornier.  Her back almost ached from arching, but she kept wiggling her cute little bottom at the Master, hopping he would lick her with his wide, rough tongue, or thrust his hard cock into her.  He kept making little sounds behind her, and she was getting desperate to be used.

It didn’t really register to Lisa when the doorbell rang, but a few moments later, Vivian’s bare legs appeared in the doorway, followed by the skinny black jeans Ashlynn preferred.  “What…?” the college girl asked.

“I prefer you nude,” the Master’s voice stated calmly from behind Lisa.  She watched a hoody, a v-neck t-shirt, a grey skirt, and then the jeans fall to the floor.  Ashlynn and Vivian were both naked, in her doorway, watching her chained in a pool of cum, wiggling her naked ass in the air.  The thought of it made her shudder with delight, and then purr with the need to be touched.

“Lisa Meyer decided she did not need to obey me,” Erostopholes said from behind her.  “There is supposed to be a hierarchy here.  She obeys me, you obey her, and everything is In balance.  But she broke the rules, so Vivian Wong, Ashlynn Carter, now she must obey you until the balance is restored.”

“What does that mean?” Viv asked, her feet fidgeting slightly.

“That you will help decide her punishment.  What would you like that to mean?”

Ashlynn crouched down into Lisa’s field of view, a mischievous look in her eyes.  “And she’ll do anything we ask?”

“I believe this little fuck slut is ready to do what she’s told.”  His hand crashed into her ass, and the touch was nearly enough to drive her over the edge.

“Please make me your fuck slut,” Lisa found herself begging.  “Please fuck me.”

Ashlynn licked her lips.  “First, show me you are a good little slut.  I want you to lick up all this cum.”

Lisa was lapping it up off the floor instantly.  Each little bit made her more desperate, closer to the edge, but somehow she never quite reached relief.  The bar came unlocked, and she was able to wiggle back, licking the little pool that had formed under her round breasts.  She drank it down hungrily, and then swung up, so she was kneeling.  Lisa spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to get her aching cunt to the ground so she could rub it against the floor, and maybe find relief, but Ashlynn knelt in front of her and grabbed her hips, stopping her.

“You can’t come yet, slut.  You’ve still got jizz all over your face and tits.”

“I can’t reach it,” she begged.  Ashlynn shook her head dismissively, and then started to lick a long trail off of Lisa’s chest.  The tall, dark haired beauty rolled it around in her mouth, and then kissed it into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa accepted it gratefully, and moaned as she felt Vivian’s tongue on her other breast, gathering up another strand.  Viv, however, did not kiss it into Lisa’s mouth.  Instead, she grabbed Lisa’s face, forced her to look upwards with her mouth open, and then spit the liquid into her waiting mouth.  They took turns, licking all the Essence off her, kissing or spitting it into her face for her to swallow.  Their hands roved all over her skin, and she pressed feverishly against each caress.

“Please let me cum,” she started to whimper.  “Please let me cum.  Please let me cum.” She glistened with sweet sweat, and her breathing was ragged and desperate.

“I don’t feel like it yet, whore,” Vivian said, and then playfully slapped her face.  Lisa turned back to her, desperate for more touch.  “Pathetic.”  Vivian turned to the Master.  “What else can we do?”

“You’ll find there’s several playmates waiting by the door,” he suggested.

Vivian jumped up excitedly, and Lisa moaned.  Her whole body was on fire, and her breath came in ragged pants.  Vivian walked back into view, and a pair of crimson, bowlegged hind legs, ending in cloven hooves, came into view.  Lisa struggled to turn her head an look up at the demon Viv had brought through the door.  A pair of goat’s legs, with a thick long cock swinging between them, lead to a huge round human-esque pot belly, with stretched skin an unnatural red.  The demon had powerful, thick arms, and curving ram horns.  It wore the face of the cabbie that the master always had driven her everywhere he sent her.

“And what would you have Vickus do to Lisa Meyer?” The Master asked, naming the demon.

“I want him to fuck her in the ass,” Vivian growled.  Lisa moaned at the idea, and arched her back, pushing her butt into the air.

Vickus stepped behind her, and his thick hands clenched her hips.  She felt the large head of his member run its way between her cheeks, searching for her essence soaked anus.  When it finally pressed against her entrance, she realized how thick the demon was; it was a little smaller than her fist.  The demon grunted, and Lisa knees slipped outward, her legs spreading a little wider.  She cried out with joy as she felt the pressure of his cock stroking into her, and she was certain nothing could hold her back from the mounting pleasure.

But as the Master had commanded, she stayed on the desperate edge of orgasm.  Vickus’s hands on her hips kept pulling her back onto his huge dick, quickly slamming into her, again and again.  Her legs slide further apart to accommodate, and his hands started to push her waist down into the ground, holding her in place to be used.

Lisa didn’t quite here what Ashlynn asked of Erostopholes, but suddenly Vickus lifted her up, and began bouncing her up and down on his cock, his hands under her knees.  Her breasts bounced wildly, and the Master walked into view.  With unnatural timing, he thrust into her aching cunt.  She twitched, so exceptionally close to release, but the Master’s grim smile told her it wasn’t time yet.

She was pinned between the two demons, Vickus’s belly pressed into the small of her back, Erostopholes cock sliding deep into her willing pussy, her soft stomach pressed against his muscular abs.  She was helpless between them, bouncing at Vickus’s will, unable to move her hands.  Erostopholes glared into her eyes.

The Master nodded, and she felt her ass and pussy pulse.  At first, she thought it was the release of her own orgasm, but realized it was the demons, filling her with even more essence.  Her body burned with pleasure and desire, and nothing would quench it.

Vickus pulled out of her ass, and the Master carried her to the bed, and then pulled out of her as well.  A few last spurts of cum flew from his member onto her stomach.  He nodded to Vivian, who grinned as she walked over.  Her tongue thrust into Lisa’s asshole, lapping up the cum deposited in there, and then spitting it into Lisa’s mouth.  Ashlynn followed, licking her pussy clean, with Lisa desperately struggling against her restraints, wanting to grab the girl’s dark hair and hold her clever tongue where it was.  Ashlynn laughed at the quivering mass of pleasure Lisa had become.  She kissed Erostopholes’ Essence into Lisa’s mouth.  “You’re dying for it, aren’t you, whore?” Ashlynn asked playfully.

“Mmmmmmmm” was the best Lisa could manage.

“Maybe if you beg me…” Ashlynn offered offhandedly.

“Please, please, please…” Lisa began to chant.  Ashlynn looked over Lisa’s soft, sweat soaked body, squirming, trying to rub her aching lips against anything.

“I think you need to swallow a couple more loads first,” Ashlynn decided, and headed back to the Blue door.

Ashlynn returned with Mike’s demon, the pavement skinned demon that looked like a city accountant Lisa had once fucked for a raise, and a demon covered with glowing green tattoos that looked like the large college student she had sucked off behind the bar.  She led each by the hand.  As they entered the room, they were mesmerized by Ashlynn naked form, until they saw Lisa quivering on the bed.

Mike grabbed her by the waist and shoved his cock deep inside her.  Again, she was certain she was about to cum, but the Master’s influence kept it from happening.  Mike pistoned into her, and she was lost in the feeling.  She barely noticed the glowing demon, as he turned her head towards him, and thrust a cock like a soda can into her mouth.  He held her head, and kept thrusting.  Every time he pulled out past her lips, she swallowed a frantic lungful, and he shoved his way back in.

As Mike continued to pound into her, she felt Vivian’s tongue licking against her clit, and slipping down onto Mike’s shaft.  She wasn’t sure how long she was stuffed in both ends, and the overwhelming desire made it feel like forever, and a moment at the same time.

The glowing demon came first, cumming straight down her throat.  As best as she could manage, Lisa thrust her face forward, pressing herself into his crotch, making sure she didn’t miss a drop.  The demon laughed darkly, bunched up her hair in his fist, and thrust again, squishing her nose against his hips, and cumming again.  She swallowed his Essence greedily, and was having trouble forming thoughts as she teetered on the brink of an endless orgasm.

She felt Mike pull out of her, and she struggled to look down.  He was shooting his load into Vivian’s mouth.  She turned to Lisa, showed her the mouth full of cum, and her eyes sparkled cruelly.

“Uh uh,” Ashlynn laughed.  She pushed Mike aside, and put a hand on each of Lisa’s thighs.  She spread them apart, and slowly traced her way up to Lisa’s cunt.  “I think Vivian might swallow that load.”  Vivian nodded slightly.

“No,” Lisa gasped.  “No, no no no.”

Ashlynn kissed Lisa’s tender labia, and Lisa shuddered with desperate joy.  “Are you giving orders, fuck toy?”

“No, no no no no.” Lisa repeated.  Ashlynn slid a finger along Lisa’s feverish wet slit.  Vivian shook her head slightly.  “No orders.  Please.  Please Viv, please.”

Lisa felt Ashlynn’s finger slip into her, and felt her whole body buck.  “Vivian doesn’t know what you want, whore.”   The word, or maybe the second finger, made her thrash happily.

“Spit.  Spit it in my mouth.”

Ashlynn’s thumb teased Lisa’s aching clit.  Lisa could barely think.  “I don’t know, I think Vivian really wants to swallow this one.  You’ve had them all, so far.”

“More,” she begged.  “More, more.  Please.  More.”  Vivian loomed over her, straddling her shoulders, and let a long strand fall into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa drank it hungrily.  Vivian stepped forward, and offered her own cunt to Lisa.  Lisa clumsily flailed her tongue over it, trying to make her happy.  She could barely work her mouth as Ashlynn made her scream out in joy, with her own clever fingers and tongue.

Finally, Vivian grabbed her chin, and spit the rest of the cum into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa bucked against Ashlynn’s face, and screamed primally.  Her entire body flared with relief, and she spasm and came, lost in the sensation.

Lisa came so hard she passed out.

When she woke up, her restraints had been removed.  Vivian was asleep beside her in the bed, the flawless skin of her back facing Lisa.  Ashlynn’s head rested on her stomach, and Lisa’s hand absently went down, and her fingers combed through Ashlynn’s hair lazily.  Ashlynn opened her eyes slightly, smiled at Lisa, and went back to sleep.

Lisa’s body ached, with exhaustion now, a pleasant feeling of relief, and she knew every part of her would be sore for days.  She glanced around, and realized there was no sign of Erostopholes.  His absence made her heart ache.  Or maybe her head.  At this moment, she wasn’t sure.

Lechomancer Chapter 8: Disobedience

Viv swished her hips as she walked down the hall to Lisa’s bedroom.  Her mistress was following behind, and Viv’s fingers were linked around her wrist.  With her Demon Tail inserted, a stiff wand of increasing anal beads, she was on the edge of orgasm, until Lisa allowed her to come.  Lisa watched her glisten with sweat, naked and eager to please her.  The Succubi was desperate to get her into the bedroom, to please Lisa and earn her own relief.

The glowing blue gothic door caused Lisa to slow.  Viv seemed to ignore it, but with the tail, Viv ignored almost everything.  Lisa wasn’t sure her friend could see it.  The Master had brought – summoned?  Was that the word? – summoned it into her hallway a few days earlier, and then forbidden her from going through it.  Lisa stopped to look at it.

“Please,” Vivian begged, her dark eyes desperate, “let’s go.”

“Can you see that door?”

The Asian woman nodded, and then leaned down to kiss Lisa.  Their tongues danced for a moment, before Lisa gently pushed Viv away.

“Doesn’t it make you curious?”

“No.  I’ve been through it.”

“Wait, what?” Lisa pulled her wrist free.

“Yeah, a few times.  Come on, let’s go to your bed.  I’m really horny.”

“When?  When did you go through?” Lisa ordered.

Over the last few weeks, Vivian had been conditioned to obey, and she wouldn’t fight that tone in her mistress.  “When you make me shift.  I go through a door like that and wait, and she comes out.”

“Your Succubi?” Lisa asked.  Viv nodded.  “You mean, you don’t change, but there’s you and a golden demon that looks like you?”  Viv nodded again.  “Through there?”  Viv shrugged.

Lisa glanced up and down the hall, not certain she would be able to see Erostopholes if he was present, but wanted to at least check to see if he could be seen watching.  She ignored Viv’s pleas to ignore the door and fuck her instead.  Lisa examined the intricate brass door handle, the kind with a little trigger which requires a press of the thumb to open.  She tried it tentatively, and licked her smiling lips when it clicked.  The heavy door opened inward, and as she pulled it open, she saw a duplicate of her own upstairs hall, except it wasn’t Viv with a toy pushed into her butt.  Instead, it was the metallic skinned, spiral horned demoness that Lisa hadn’t realized was a separate entity from Vivian.

“What are you called?” Lisa asked the Succubi on the other side of the door.

“You gave me her name,” it answered with a little bow.

“And you’re not going to… hurt her, are you?” Lisa suddenly felt a touch guilty, realizing she had no idea what she had done to her sister’s best friend.

“Mistress, I make her happy.  I make you happy.  Why would I hurt anyone?”  The Succubi looked offended, as it crossed one hand across its flat stomach to hold its far arm.

“I’m just realizing how little I know about you.” Lisa said, watching it carefully.

“Well, you don’t want her hurt, and I am bound to your service,” the demoness explained.  “And I’m linked to her.  We can’t both be on the same side of the door.”

“What is over there?” Lisa asked.  The Succubi smiled coyly and took a step back.  “I order you to tell me.”

“The Principality of Erostopholes, Mistress,” it answered.

“And why would he want to keep me from coming there?” Lisa asked.

The Demoness was about to speak, when something stepped out of the door that, on her side, would have led to Lisa’s bedroom, and dragged the Succubi in as it shrieked.

“Hello?” Lisa shouted.  “Answer me!” she ordered around the corner, but there was only silence.

Then, in her hallway in the real world, Vivian fell to the ground with a scream.  “No, no, no!” she started to scream.  Large bruises, shaped like thick fingers, spread across her upper arms.

Lisa gritted her teeth and stepped through the door.  The air on the other side, in the copy hallway, was warmer.  Lisa rushed around the corner, and down the hallway.  When she flung the door open, the one that copied her bedroom, the room it opened into was like a dungeon.

Inside, there was a demon with skin the colour of wet midnight pavement, glistening in the smoky light of the stone room.  He had his thick hands wrapped around the Succubi’s upper arms, and had her pinned to the cobblestone floor.  He had kneed her legs apart, and the head of his long cock was searching for her entrance.  Lisa glanced around the room, found a thick club behind the door, and grabbed it.  She raised the weapon over her head, and brought it down on the pavement demons back.

He stagger a bit, and then turned slowly towards Lisa.  It took her a moment to realize the demon had Mike’s face, the city accountant she had fucked at the master’s insistence.  Out of his temples grew two thick horns that curved downwards.  His eyes glowed red now.  He let Vivian’s demon up and he turned and grabbed Lisa’s wrists.  She shrieked and dropped the club, and Mike pinned her against the wall.

Lisa took a deep breath, and realized she shouldn’t be afraid.  Half of the book was about taming demons, so she should be able to train this one, right?  “Let her go.” Lisa ordered as calmly as she could manage.

“Let her go,” mocked Vivian’s Succubi, who got up, and walked to beside the Mike Demon, her fingertips tracing their way against his shoulders.  “I told you she was naive.”

Mike licked his lips with a thick slug of a tongue.  His eyes danced down, drinking in Lisa’s tight V-Neck T-shirt and tight jeans.  “Fuck?” he snarled.

Vivian drink Lisa in.  “Do it.”

Mike chuckled, and pushed both of Lisa’s wrists to cross over her head, so he could pin them to the wall one hand.  With the other, he bunched up her T-shirt and yanked it off her with a sharp tug.  He took his wide tongue, and ran it along the underside of her full breast, and then pressed it against her nipple, up to her shoulder, and along the side of her face.  Lisa gasped, surprised to find herself enjoying it.

He pushed his free hand into her jeans, and she let out another gasp.  His fingers were almost clumsy, but still confident, as one slipped inside of her.  Then he slipped out, and pulled his hand free, popping the button as he cleared.

Mike suddenly spun Lisa around, so that he was now behind her, and bent her over a thick stone slab in the centre of the room.  She was almost winded when her stomach landed on the hard granite, and the demons forceful hand yanked her jeans down.  Lisa scrambled to get out from under him, but as soon as she tried to crawl up onto the slab, his hands were all over her.  He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the small of her back.  Then, holding her in place, he knelt behind her.  That huge, slimy tongue began to press against her pussy, in a slow, long stroke.  He moved slowly, and as soon as he finished one steady stroke he began another.  Lisa’s breathing quickened and she found herself blushing.

Vivian’s Succubi plopped gracefully down beside Lisa on the stone, her legs cross, her perfect ass right next to Lisa’s face.  The demoness shoved her thumb into Lisa’s mouth, and Lisa found herself sucking on it as Mike continued to bathe her pussy with his tongue.  “You see, up there, you’re the big boss, and I have to do and feel every humiliating thing you can imagine.  I mean, I don’t hate it, but I find I do hate you.  You’re not what I want in a mistress, but as the Lechomancer who calls me, I’m bound to you.  But here, well, that’s a different story.”

The demoness pulled her thumb free and stood.  “Here, I’m going to let my pet fuck you stupid.  And when you’ve been fucked stupid, you’ll be the dumb little whore at the bottom of my totem pool, and I won’t need to let you go home, and worry about you summoning me.”  She wound up, and gave Lisa a stinging swat on the ass.

“Fuck her,” the Succubi commanded.  The demon behind Lisa chuckled, a sound like rocks rattling around in an old tin can.  He gave her cunt one final, long lick, and then stood behind her.  Lisa wriggled to get free, and found her pussy get wetter as the demon slammed her down on the slab.  He started kicking her feet wider, until she was spread open.

Mike’s shaft slide into her, long and deep, and steady.  His hips swung like a pendulum, as he pushed nine inches into her eager hole, and slipped them back out again.  He pressed her hand hard into her back, and kept fucking her, as she squirmed under him, not really trying to escape so much as find the best angle to accept his member.

He spread his own legs wider and began to pick up the pace, pushing into her faster and harder with each stroke.  He leaned over her, and she felt his hot breathe on the back of her neck.  She found herself pushing back against him, breathing in tandem with the demon.

He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, fucking her faster and harder as he did.  He pushed so deep inside her, and she was shaking with excitement.  He pounded her against the slab, and her toes curled up.  He was fucking her right off the ground.

As he pulled out, the hand on her hips twisted her, and she landed on her back on the slab, her legs high up in the air, and the demon pushed back into her.  She felt the cold stone on her back, the hard cock push into her, and she couldn’t help but scream out “Yes.  Fuck yes!”

The demon put one hand under the small of her back, forcing her to arch towards him.  The other knotted into her hair, tugging on it as he plowed into her.  She tried to turn her head, just for the thrill she got when he pulled her hair and made her face him.

There was something in his eye contact, something deep she couldn’t ignore.  She stopped playing, pulling away from him to make him pull her back in, but now focusing on him.  She wriggled against him in time with his pistoning, and watched his glowing red eyes.

Mike shifted her weight in his arms, so that his powerful forearms were pressed against her back, and his fingers curled around her shoulders.  Their eyes were locked as he smashed into her, and she swiveled her hips to add some grace to their coupling.  After a minute of pounding into her, the demon broke away to lick her neck, and she nearly came as his fat tongue curled around her ear.

“No, look at me,” she ordered through desperate breaths, realizing she had nearly lost … something important.  She wasn’t sure what it was, but the hot damp air crackled with excitement as she came back from the edge of orgasm.

The demon locked eyes with her again, and this time scooped his elbows under her knees.  With his cock deep inside her, he picked her up.  She wrapped her arms around his neck by her crossed wrists, and he began to bounce her wet cut up and down his full length.  She struggled to keep his eyes on her eyes, as she flew up and down.

He slammed her back into the cold stone wall, and thrust deep inside her.  With his body weight, he pinned her up, her knees wide by her ears, her ass three feet off the ground.  He slammed into her again and again, and she quivered with excitement.

She felt a pulse coarse through his cock, and she knew she was about to come, but she kept her eyes locked on the demon.  It kept trying to glance up, or down, but as she concentrated, it couldn’t seem to look away.  Its hips smashed into her, and the wall gently scrapped at her skin, little burning thrills of excitement.

She swiveled her hips against Mike, pressed hard, and squeezed the long dick inside her as best as she could.  She felt his hot jizz rush into her a moment before she came, screaming out her joy as he grunted his.  The room shook, and little flecks of stone fell clear of the ceiling.

Mike spasmed powerfully against her, driving into her, twice, three, four times.  When he pulled out, a long thread of Essence clung from his tip to her.

His eyes had changed now.  They weren’t angry, or aggressive, but almost pleading.  He looked at her, then looked at the floor and got down on his hands and knees.  Lisa found herself rustling his hair without realizing it, and then guiding him back towards her pussy for more of that strange, slow tongue.

Just as he began, a door at the far end of the room slammed open.  There stood Erostopholes, as a deep blue skinned demon with long spiraling horns from his forehead, as well as blue bat wings and a long tail.  He stood eight feet tall here, taller than Lisa had ever seen.

Lechomancer Chapter 6: One Each

Lisa sat on the stool at her kitchen counter with a glass of wine, skimming through The Book, the Incubi Prince, looking at the different “spells” her pact with Erostopholes was supposed to grant her.  Most didn’t seem much like magic, no matter what the demon told her.  The page she was on listed something called Empathic Divination, which was apparently the inverse of Sublimation.  The page claimed that if she concentrated on breathed in a certain pattern she would be able to detect someone willing to fulfil her desires.  She sighed and took a sip of wine.  She had been hoping to find something more interesting.

The doorbell rang.  She had been home for about half an hour, and every day for the last week, like clockwork, Ashlynn had come to check on her.  It was Friday, and Lisa had half wondered if the eighteen year old would have something better to do, but apparently the allure of the Demon Tail, the one showy piece of magic Lisa had learned, kept brining the girl back.

Wine in hand, Lisa went to the entrance of the townhouse, and opened the door.  Ashlynn stood there, one arm grabbing her other elbow behind her back, her breasts pushed forward, blushing a little.  “Hi Lisa.”

Looking at her, Lisa was no longer annoyed with her, but she let her tone stay sharp.  “Come inside.  Strip to your panties.”  The taller woman nodded to Lisa, and Lisa felt a thrill as she was instantly obeyed.  Ashlynn walked past her, and Lisa closed the door.  The college student bent at the waist, thrusting out her round butt for Lisa’s enjoyment as she untied the laces on her boots and left them by the door.  Lisa sipped her wine and Ashlynn walked to the living room as she removed the faux leather jacket.   Then she slid out of her faded graphic tee shirt, freeing her full, round breasts.  Her nipples were already hard.   She released the button on her stretch cargos, and slipped them off.  She stood, looking at Lisa for approval, wearing nothing but a lacy pair of teal panties, bright against her pale skin.

Lisa took a slow drink of wine.

Ashlynn waited.

“I suppose you’d like your tail again,” Lisa purred coyly.  The younger woman nodded.  “Wait here.  Don’t move.”

Lisa waited until she had turned her back on Ashlynn to break out into a mischievous smile.  She really enjoyed teasing the girl.  She headed up the narrow stairs to her bedroom, where she kept the wooden case that held the Demon Tails, a collection of sex toys which could temporarily create a demon.  She opened the box and pulled out the black rubber plug she thought of as Ashlynn’s tail.  She considered trying one of the others on her, but somehow that seemed … wrong.  This tail was for Ashlynn, and the others were meant for … others.  The thought made her smile, and she thought she might need to start looking for those others.  But not yet.  Right now, she had a plaything downstairs.

Beside the box, she had several little glass vials of a clear liquid that smelled faintly of rose petals.  The Book called the substance Ichor, and it was produced by the orgasm of a Succubi.  Lisa preferred to call it Essence, as Ichor sounded disgusting to her.  It worked as both a lubricant and an aphrodisiac, and she had begun harvesting it from Ashlynn.

She walked back down the stairs and called out “Ashlynn Jennifer Carter.”  There was something powerful about calling the girl by her full name, and it gave Lisa a tingle every time she did it.  She heard the soft sound of bare feet on hardwood as Ashlynn rushed to her.   Lisa sat down on the third stair and beaconed to Ashlynn.  Ashlynn leaned forward at the waist, placing one hand on either side of Lisa.  Their lips met, and Lisa enjoyed the cool feel of the metal hoop on the right side of Ashlynn’s lower lip.  They kissed for a moment, and Lisa lazily ran the tips of her fingers across the smooth skin at the top of Ashlynn’s tits.

Lisa slid over to one side of the stair case, and patted the step beside her.  Ashlynn looked confused for a moment, and then realized what Lisa wanted.  Ashlynn knelt on the step beside Lisa, and rested her folded elbows a few steps up.  Her ass was in the air, right beside Lisa.  Lisa lifted the thong and moved it to the side, revealing Ashlynn’s pink little asshole.  Uncorking the Essence, she poured a little drizzle onto Ashlynn, who shuddered with pleasure.  Lisa took the rubber plug, and kissed the rounded tip of it.  She let her spit dribble down the black rubber, and over her shoulder, Ashlynn watched her with quiet desperation.

Smiling at the girl, Lisa placed the tip against Ashlynn’s eager asshole.  Ashlynn cried out with joy, and the Tail started to press into her.  Teasing, Lisa pushed it in a little, and then pulled it out.  Ashlynn’s cries got louder and louder, each time it went a little deeper.  Lisa had nearly fully inserted the Tail when her phone buzzed.

It was a text from her sister, Erin.  “Are we going to talk about you and Vivian at Velvet?”

Lisa smiled fondly, remembering making out with Vivian on the dance floor of the club before leaving with someone else.  Ashlynn moaned desperately, bringing her back from her memories to the real world.  Lisa pushed the tail in a little further, but not all the way, and Ashlynn panted.  “No,” she texted back to her sister, and then put the phone down.  She pushed Ashlynn’s tail in the rest of the way, and Ashlynn cried out in pleasure.  She had her head on the step, and she was watching Lisa carefully, on the edge of orgasm, knowing Lisa needed to command her to come to let her finish.

Lisa grinned evilly at the eighteen year old and picked up her phone.  She opened a new conversation to Vivian.  “You busy tonight?  Want to go to Velvet?”

She put the phone down and swatted Ashlynn playfully on the rump.  “I’m busy, girl,” she said dismissively.  “You have to wait for me.”

“Please,” Ashlynn begged.  “Just let me finish.”  Her shoulders rose and fell with every laboured breath.  Lisa began fiddling with the end of the plug, moving it in gentle circles inside Ashlynn, who bit her lip and whimpered desperately.

When Lisa’s phone buzzed again, and she stopped playing with Ashlynn, who kept panting.  “J” was the response.

“Meet me there at 10pm” Lisa texted back, and then set the phone down.  “I’m going out.”

“Can I finish?” came Ashlynn’s husky response.

“You know what?  No.  Shift.”  At the command Ashlynn changed slightly.  Her skin turned a pale shade of purple, and a phallic tail extended from her tail bone.  Right now, it was only about a foot long, but it was retractable.  Small, rounded horns peaked out from her hairline.  In her demonic form, Lisa knew Ashlynn was just as desperate to come, and still couldn’t without her permission, but her breathing was under control, and she wouldn’t bring it up every three seconds.

First Lisa led her Succubi into the shower, and had Ashlynn wash her, kissing her skin while running a soapy luffa across her.  When Ashlynn’s unnaturally long, rough tongue started to explore between her legs, she had to focus not to give in, grabbing the demoness’s black hair and pulling her back.  “Not tonight,” she ordered, and Ashlynn pouted, but got to work on shaving Lisa’s legs.

In the bedroom, Ashlynn was no help as Lisa tried to decide what to wear.  Ashlynn loved everything, but nothing so much as Lisa’s bare skin, and Lisa finally forbade her to speak.  She chose a dark olive green dress, which looked almost like a man’s dress shirt with oversized buttons, held closed by a thick leather belt.  It showed most of her legs, and if she left the top couple of buttons undone, it let her flash a fair bit of cleavage as well.

Finally, she had Ashlynn do her hair. Ashlynn wanted to run her fingers through Lisa’s hair, massaging her scalp, and Lisa let her do it for a few moment, and kissed her desperate lips.  Then she had the Succubi straighten the slight curl out of her hair and braid a thin strand behind each ear, to tie together in the back, while Lisa sipped a glass of wine.

As she laced up the knee high black boots she would be wearing, she looked at the Succubi in teal panties, sitting obediently on the couch, drinking her in with bright blue eyes.  “You want to come with me?” Lisa asked, trying to sound bored.

“I want to cum.  I will stay here, or I will go with you, whichever you want.”

“Alright, here’s the deal.  I’m going out, and you’re not dressed for it, and none of my clothes would fit you.  So, first, shift.”

The demoness faded, and now a college girl sat on Lisa’s couch, panting with ecstasy, licking her lips and staring at Lisa.

“At any time, you can take that tail out and go home.  Or you can sit there and wait, and if I cum, you’ll come.”

“I’ll be here,” Ashlynn answered.

“I may not give you any relief.”

“That’s okay.  Maybe you will.”

Lisa nodded, and headed out the door.  Ashlynn sat on the couch, her skin on fire, her breathing ragged.  She wasn’t surprised when Lisa’s Master, Erostopholes stepped into the room, looking like a man in a suit.  He walked up to her, and lifted her chin.  “If Lisa leaves her toys out, she can’t expect me not to play with them,” he said, and Ashlynn sighed with relief.

Meanwhile, at Velvet, Lisa grabbed a gin and tonic and staked out a booth.  She had come early, in part because she was enjoying the cruelty of leaving Ashlynn unfulfilled.  She watched the few people who were on the dance floor by nine, and smiled at a few different guys, who invariably would bring her another drink.  She was feeling more than a little buzzed when Vivian showed up, right on time, at ten.

Vivian was wearing an orange dress that tied behind the neck, and cupped her perky breasts like a bikini top.  Just below her tits was a golden band, and the skirt barely covered her pert ass.  Even though she was five foot ten, she wore three inch platform heals.  The tall Asian girl looked stunning as she slid into the booth beside Lisa.  “I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” she apologized.

“I got here early on purpose,” Lisa said, opening the little purse she had brought with her.  “I like to watch the place fill up.”  She pulled out an old lip gloss bottle, one she had filled with Essence.  She started brushing it onto her lips.  It tingled and buzzed as she did, and it sent a shiver down her spine.  The Aphrodisiac was already making her wet, and if the Book was right, she was less susceptible to it for having completed the Rite of Devotion.  It would hit anyone else twice as hard.  She offered the little brush to Vivian, who shook her head.

“Listen,” Viv started, then shook her head.  “I need a drink.  Do you need a drink?”  Lisa shook her head, and Viv headed over to the bar.  Lisa enjoyed the definition of her back as she walked, and the long legs.  She thought about using one of the spells, like Sublimation, to ensure she entrapped Vivian, but there was something … exciting … about doing this without the Book.  Sure, she was planning to use the Essence, but that wasn’t the same as pushing her mind aside to fulfill Vivian’s desires.  This was about what Lisa wanted.

Vivian came back with a drink, and finished it in silence.  Lisa just watched the people on the dance floor.  Vivian cleared her throat and tried again.  “Listen, Lisa, about last time …”

“That was a blast, wasn’t it?” Lisa flashed a smile at her, and Vivian blushed.

“I’m not sure, I mean…”  Viv struggled for words, and Lisa put her hand on the other girl’s knee.  Vivian tensed and then relaxed.  “What I mean to say is …”

“Mmm hmmm?” Lisa hummed, she leaned in closer, towards Vivian’s lips, which were slightly apart.

“I’m not sure if …” Vivian lost her train of thought as Lisa’s hand traced its way up her inner thigh.  “I think we should …” She had to stop again as Lisa put her other hand on the back of her neck.  “Lisa, what I want to say is …”

Lisa kissed her, gently.  When she pulled away, Vivian’s eyes were closed and she was waiting to be kissed again.  The tingling of the Essence on her lips buzzed, and she was certain it was buzzing more intensely through Viv.  The hand between Viv’s legs confirmed she was on fire.  “Did you want to talk,” Lisa purred, “Or did you want to make out.”

“Second one,” Vivian whispered.  Lisa smiled, and kissed her again.  She threw one leg over the taller woman and straddled her in the booth, holding the back of her head with both hands know, pulling Vivian in.  Vivian’s hands wrapped around Lisa’s waist, and she rammed her tongue into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa started grinding against Viv, who squirmed happily below her.

Reaching behind her with one hand, Lisa reached into her purse, and founded the Essence.  She took the lid of the container and threw it aside.  She poured the little bottle into her mouth, and felt it tingle.  Then with one hand on the back of Viv’s head, and the other under her jaw, she held Vivian’s mouth open.  She spit the viscous fluid, which smelt like roses but had no taste, into Viv’s mouth.

“Swallow,” she instructed.  She watched Vivian’s cute little breasts rise up and down, frantically as she considered obeying.  She wasn’t sure what was in her mouth, and her eyes were a little wild as she looked at Lisa.  “It can’t hurt you,” Lisa purred, “and it will make me happy if you do it.”

Vivian considered for another moment, and then swallowed the Essence.  Within moments, the effect on her became obvious.  She was glossy with sweat, and her temperature rose a couple of degrees.  Her skin was flushed and her breathing was ragged.  Much like Ashlynn had been earlier, Viv was on the edge of orgasm.

“Do you want me to make you come here?” Lisa asked, one hand trailing down the fabric covering Viv’s tight stomach, under her dress, under her panties, and against her wet pussy.  Fingers traced across her outer lips.  “Do you want me to bring me to orgasm here, in front of everyone?”

“Please don’t,” Viv begged.  “I’m … I’m a screamer.”

Lisa laughed and kissed Vivian again, who melted against her.  “Okay.  Let’s go to the bathroom.”  Lisa got up and grabbed her purse in one hand and Vivian’s wrist in the other.  She glided through the crowd, and led Viv to the back of the building, into the Ladies Room, and into a stall.  Once Vivian was inside and the door was closed, Lisa let go of Vivian’s wrist, reached up under the taller woman’s skirt and grabbed her ass, and slammed against her, pressing Vivian against the stall door.  They kissed fiercely for another moment or two, while Lisa fished through her purse one handed.

She found the Demon Tail she had brought with her.  While Ashlynn’s was a large rubber butt plug, this one was a bead wand, with each circle slightly larger than the one before it.  It wasn’t so much a string as a slightly flexible stick of anal beads, with the same image of a classic cartoon demon’s tail at the base.  When she was sure she had it in hand, she backed a step away from Vivian.

“Take off your panties,” she ordered.  Vivian looked at her carefully, a slightly glazed look in her eyes, beads of sweat dripping down her neck and into her cleavage.  She nodded, and reached both hands under her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waist band, and pulled off a pair of tiny black underwear.  Lisa held out her empty left hand and took them from Vivian.  Vivian surrendered them nervously.

Lisa kissed her again, pressing herself against Vivian’s firm stomach, and slipped the hand with the panties between her friend’s legs.  She traced firm circles against Viv’s warm pussy, letting the fabric get soaked with her excitement.  Their lips met again, and Vivian’s breathing was in short gasps between desperate kisses.  After a moment, Lisa switched hands, now running the Demon Tail between Vivian’s legs.  Viv shuddered with joy, and let out a little yelp.

“I’m going to make you come,” Lisa warned.  “So, my little screamer, do you want me to keep you quiet by shoving these wet panties in your mouth, or do you want to let everyone hear you squeal?”

Viv’s eyes went wild, and she swallowed back a moan as Lisa’s clever fingers guided the round ridges against Viv’s sex.  “Panties,” she whispered coarsely.

“Good girl,” Lisa purred.  She kissed her again, and then pushed the bunched up fabric, wet with Vivian’s own juices, into her mouth.  Her lips began to tease down Vivian’s neck as she stroked her with the beads.  Vivian’s legs shuddered, and she nearly lost her balance, but Lisa caught her.  “Ready?”

Vivian’s eyes were closed, and she barely managed to nod.

In one swift motion, Lisa pushed the tail deep into Vivian.  When it was all the way in, Lisa bit Vivian’s ear playfully and whispered “Cum,” into it.  Even through her makeshift gag, Viv still managed to scream, rapid high pitch squeals of pure joy.  Lisa found them sexy, in part because she knew anyone else in the restroom would have heard them too.

“Okay,” she said when Vivian stopped shaking with joy.  “We’re going to go back out, but first I want to see something.  Shift.”  As ordered, Vivian’s new demon shape came forward.  Her high, pert breasts filled in a little rounder and larger.  Her skin took on a metallic, golden glow.  Little spiralling horns sprouted out of her forehead, and her eyes filled in, completely black.  Like Ashlynn’s demon shape, she had a tail, which swished out the bottom of her orange dress.  “I can’t wait to take you home.  Shift back.”

Lisa took Vivian’s underwear out of her mouth and tossed it aside.  She led her new slave out of the stall, and ignored the glares of the women in the bathroom who had heard their passion and Vivian’s screams of joy.  She took Viv back out on the dance floor.  With the tail still inserted, Vivian was instantly on the edge of orgasm again, coated with a sheen of glistening sweat.  Lisa kept one hand on the small of her back, and Vivian ground up against her, every once in a while letting out a little happy yelp, begging with her eyes to be ordered to cum again.

As she watched her, Lisa found herself being more and more turned on, but after a week of being serviced by one Succubi, she wasn’t sure another, even with the rough tongue or clever tail, was what she wanted.  She realized she loved the idea of taking some boy from the bar home with her.  She thought about what she wanted; someone to come home with her and Vivian, but whom was far more interested in her, someone who could please her, someone who would sell his soul for the pleasure.

She nodded to herself.  That was what she wanted.  She tried the breathing, three long, two short, and then an extended exhale.  She did this with her eyes closed, and then cast her gaze around the bar.  Her eyes settled on a man about her age, sitting in a both with some friends, watching the dance floor.  As soon as her eyes met him, he looked away.  She smiled and nodded.  That was the one.

He sat there, sneaking glances at Lisa and Vivian, wearing a bright purple dress shirt and black pants.  He was drinking some sort of import beer, and he didn’t seem to be talking to any of his friends or singing along to the top forty or dance remixes the DJ pumped out.  Sometimes he would bob his head along to the beat.  He had deep brown eyes, and he would blush when he was certain Lisa saw him watching her.

At first, Lisa tried to temp him over by playing with Vivian; kissing her on the dance floor, raising up her skirt, dancing up on her.  The boy was too shy.  Finally, she said to Viv “I want the guy in the purple shirt.  Go get him for me.”

Lisa watched Vivian do as she was told.  Vivian was at the table for ten minutes, and the guy kept shaking his head.  He blushed once or twice at something Vivian said, and his friends were shouting and gesturing him to the dance floor.  Finally, after much coaxing, he slipped out of the booth, and Vivian led him over by the hand.

“Lisa,” she announced, “This is Garrett.”

“Hi Garret.  Why won’t you dance with us?” Lisa shouted as coyly as possible against the thumping base.

“Hi Lisa.  I thought you might just be fucking with me,” he answered.

“Play your cards right…”

Lisa and Vivian pressed up against him from either side, and at first Garret’s dancing was awkward and self-conscious.  “What are you doing?” Lisa finally asked.

“I don’t want to look dumb.”

“You don’t.  Just relax.  Like this,” she found herself guiding his hips.  “Don’t think about it too much.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Just pretend you’re fucking us!” Vivian offered.  Garret laughed nervously, but began to loosen up, and Lisa found it exceptionally easy to match his rhythm.  She found herself lost in the moment, staring into his deep eyes, guiding his hands across her body.  Every once in a while she would catch a glimpse of Vivian behind him, running her hands over him, and they’d smile and he would blush.

When the next song ended, Garret tried to slip away, back to his table.  “Where are you going?” Lisa more ordered than asked.

“I thought…” he started, and then shrugged.

“Why don’t you stick around for a bit and see where this takes us?” She kissed his cheek and felt the ichor buzz, and he shrugged again and started to dance.  Lisa found her hands exploring him, the strong body under the shirt, the firm butt that was hard to get to because Vivian was constantly pressed against it, and a rather healthy buldge in the front of his pants that she decided to monopolize.  He didn’t try to leave when the next song ended, or the next, and after half an hour, he was still there with them, dancing, sweating, and completely in synch with them.

“Hey,” she whisper shouted in his ear.  “Ever been with two girls at once?”

“I’d sell my soul for the chance,” he shouted back.

“Done,” she found herself saying in a way that echoed in her mind.  She realized there was some part of her not entirely in her control, but she was enjoying too much of what was happening to let it slow her at the moment.

The three of them hurried back to Lisa’s house.  On the doorstep, Lisa glanced at Vivian, concentrating on how she wanted her Succubi to keep Garret on the doorstep for a moment.  Viv nodded slightly, and grabbed Garret, and started kissing him.  Garret glanced sidelong at Lisa, almost asking if it was okay.  “Give me a second,” she smiled, and kissed him at the base of his jaw while squeezing his ass.  Then she headed inside quickly.

Ashlynn was sitting on the coach, soaked in sweat, looking desperately at Lisa.  “Stand up, come here!”  Ashlynn obeyed and followed Lisa to the hall closet.  Lisa looked her up and down, and then grabbed the front of her teal panties.  She ripped them off and took a great deal of joy in stuffing them in Ashlynn’s mouth.  Then she pushed the eighteen year old into the closet.  “Stay in here and be quiet.  No one is to hear you.”  Ashlynn nodded as Lisa closed the door.

Then Lisa collected Vivian and Garret from her front porch and led them past the girl in the closet, and up the narrow stairs to her bedroom.  As soon as they were through the door, Lisa and Vivian moved in tandem, pulling Garret’s shirt over his head, their hands exploring his chest and back, their lips tracing the way down his ribs, across his stomach, and they met at his belt buckle, and kissed each other for a moment.  Lisa lifted Vivian’s dress over her head, leaving the other girl completely nude.  Vivian’s slender fingers gracefully released each oversized button on Lisa’s dress, and stripped her a moment later.

Vivian reached for Garret’s belt, but before she could undue it, Lisa playfully put her hand over her friends.  “Are you sure you want to do this, Garret?  It’s not too late to back out.”

Garret blushed and shook his head.  “I want this,” he said.

Together, they released his belt, and dropped his pants and boxer briefs to his ankles.  His proud cock flew straight out, and Vivian gasped and giggled.  The girls kissed, hands in each other’s hair, and moved their kiss until Garret’s tip was swirling between their tongues.  Garret gasped happily, and tentatively reached out and put a hand on each girls head.  They kissed their way down his shaft, and back up.

“Deep throat him a little,” Lisa told Vivian, who obeyed instantly, swallowing Garret’s whole length, mashing her pretty face against his stomach.  She began to move her head aggressively, fucking him with her face.  He closed his eyes, and guided her head into longer, more even strokes.  Lisa stood up beside him, her hands exploring the tight muscles of his arms.  “Will you come over to my bed?”

He glanced over, and let out a happy little chuckle.  Lisa followed his gaze.  Someone had installed some padded manacles to her headboard.  She certainly hadn’t, and she was certain they weren’t meant for her or Vivian.  Garret guided Vivian off his dick, and laid on the bed, crossing his hands over his head, smiling and blushing.

“You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you Garret?” Lisa asked, and he nodded.  She knelt beside him, and closed the cuff gently over one of his wrists.  “I can keep you here as long as I want?”  Garret nodded happily.  “And what,” she said, straddling his stomach, looking down at his beaming face, “If I chose to keep you forever?”

“Yes, please,” he sighed.  Lisa closed the second cuff.

“Vivian,” Lisa called sweetly, “That dick isn’t going to suck itself.”  Viv nodded happily, and laid on the bed, taking Garret’s manhood back between her lips.  Garret smiled and licked his lips.  “Now, what, am I going to do with the man who lives in my bed now?”  Lisa bent down to kiss his collar bone, his neck, and his lips.  He was sighing happily at the cute Asian bobbing up and down on his member.

Lisa shifted her legs forward, hovering her pussy over Garret’s mouth.  Within moments, his clever tongue began playing across her, and Lisa let out a surprised giggle, as he probed her with sudden, erratic, joyful licks.  She put both hands into his hear, and pulled his head up against her pussy, driving his face into her, rocking back and forth against him.  She let him bring her right to the edge, and then she shifted back with a lap.

“You just might be worth keeping,” she smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

“Vivian!  Stop hogging that!” Lisa shouted with a laugh.  Vivian smiled and moved out of the way as Lisa slid back, and, straddling Garret, hovered right over the tip of his cock.   “So, what should we do now?”

Garret grinned and bucked his hips up.  Lisa shrieked happily and jumped up, not quite letting him reach her eager lips.  “No!” she laughed and pressed both hands on his cut stomach, pressing him back against the bed.  “You have to wait until I let you.”

“Now?” He asked with a playful thrust upwards.  She jumped again, and pushed him down.

‘If you’re not careful,” she said, moving off of him, “I’ll just play with Vivian.” Vivian came to the edge of the bed, and Lisa took her friends erect nipple into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Please come back,” Garret begged with a smile.  “I’ll be good.”

Lisa kissed Vivian’s other nipple.  “Promise?”

“I promise,” he said.  Lisa nodded and straddled him again.  Slowly, she pressed the tip of his desperate cock against her vagina, enjoying the sensation of teasing them both.  Slowly, she spread her legs wider and wider, letting Garret sink further and further into her, all the while keeping both her hands on his stomach so he couldn’t thrust up.  Finally, she reached his base, and began to rock back and forth with him fully inside her.  Garret had lost his capacity for words, and just moaned.

“Vivian, shift.”  Garret didn’t notice as Vivian became a golden demon who crawled on the bed and kissed Lisa.  Lisa reached between Vivian’s legs, seeking her phallic tail.  She pulled it between the demoness’s legs, pressing it against Vivian’s own cunt.  The Succubi shuddered happily at the sensation.  While riding Garret slowly, she guided Vivian’s tail until it was about eight inches pushing out from between her legs.

“Get behind me,” Lisa instructed.  Vivian nodded, understanding.  Lisa keep pushing herself against Garret as Viv’s hands began to spread open Lisa’s butt checks.  She pressed the phallic tip against Lisa’s eager asshole.  “Wait!” Lisa gasped.  “Cum first!”

Vivian let out a series of happy, high pitched squeals, and essence shot out from the end of her tail, dripping into Lisa’s Anus, lubricating it before the tail entered.  Garret kept his eyes closed, and kept rocking in rhythm with Lisa, lost to sensation, not noticing the screaming demon behind the girl bouncing on his cock.

The tip of Vivian’s tail pressed against Lisa.  Vivian grabbed her by the waist, and sunk all eight inches in instantly.  Lisa felt the first waves of pleasure rock against her, and she went with it, cumming and shaking with Vivian and Garret both inside her.  As she spasmed around his cock, Garret’s breathing speed up.

“Hold on a little longer,” Lisa begged of him, and began to ride him more aggressively, slamming herself up and down against him while Vivian pumped into her from behind, perfectly managing to stay in synch.  Her golden hands groped at Lisa’s full round tits, cupping them as she bounced.  Lisa twisted her head back to kiss Vivian.  She was surprised that, unlike the Master and Ashlynn, Demon Vivian’s tongue wasn’t rough.

Garret started to buck under her, and Vivian pinched her nipples.  She knew he was about to come, and as he started to cum inside of her, Lisa felt another orgasm rock her.  Vivian’s tail exploded in her ass with another series of squeals, and Lisa wasn’t quiet herself as she came again.  Lisa collapsed on top of Garret, with his dick and Viv’s tail still in her, and she smiled up at him for a moment.  “Was it worth it?”

He kissed her.  “Yep.”

She carefully dismounted, and left him on the bed to realize there was a golden demon, beginning to lap up the strands of cum from him and Lisa on his member.  She walked away with a smile.

In the hallway, the blue demon Erostopholes was waiting for her.  “Was it what you hopped it would be?” he asked.

She shrugged.  “I thought we could use some new toys.  One each.”