Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 21:27:16 -0400
From: Kyle Phantasy <kylesphantasies@hotmail.com>
Subject: Demoness' Lair 1 (Revised)

Just to let everyone know, this is a work of FANTASY. All the characters
within are FICTIONAL. While we all wish we could have big-breasted beautiful
sex demons fuck us, we can't.

Oh, and if you're disgusted with this stuff... what are you doing here?

The Demoness' Lair #1
by Kyle

     An air of melancholy had hung over the Mitchell house during the two
weeks since Maria Mitchell died at the age of 34. Her death had been
unexpected, Maria was survived by Carl, her husband, age 36, and Laura, her
daughter, age 17.

     Each of them coped with their loss in a different way. Carl fell into
an almost mechanical routine, thoughtlessly carrying on with the motions of
his life before his wife's death. Laura, however, was more obviously
affected and fell into a depressed funk, staying inside and often missing
classes over feigned sicknesses.

     Carl's saving grace was Tyler, a friend of his from high school. Tyler
appeared one day, out of the blue, and convinced Carl to go out with him for
a few drinks. He had an enjoyable, normal night and even flirted with a few
women at the bar.

     The next day Carl finally broke out of his trance. He called into work
and took the day off to finally clean the house so he could move on. Laura
tried to convince her father to let her stay home with him, but Carl knew
that Laura's continuing depression would only drag him back down.

     With Laura gone, Carl set to cleaning. First, he cleaned and
straightened the house, while doing laundry, which took about two hours.
Then, he set to organizing and boxing Maria's things, jewelery, books,
everything went into boxes. As Carl folded and boxed Maria's lingere, he
couldn't help but imagine, momentarily, how good Laura would look wearing
her mother's lingere.

     Underneath Maria's side of their bed, Carl found an ornate box he'd
never seen before. Inside was an unmarked notebook with a much wrinkled
cover.

     Opening the notebook to the first page, Carl found a mantra-like verse
in Maria's handwriting:

     "The mistress of lust.
     Her pleasures a must.
     In the realm of eternal ecstasy.
     How long will you stay.
     Not long if you stray.
     Lust, Envy, Greed.
     One night, one day, one life."

     The passange confused Carl, so he flipped the few pages to the last
entry.

     "I know I should not go, my soul will be lost forever, but the world
has lost it's pleasure compared to the realm of eternal ecstasy. I am not
alive if her lips aren't on me. I am afraid to say, that even making love to
Carl has lost it's flavor when compared to her sublime pleasures. I long to
join the rest of the sex-addicted wretches for eternity, an eternity of
pleasure."

     Carl sat in stunned silence before disregarding the account as the
fevered carrying on of a dying woman and set back to cleaning the house,
dumping the notebook into the trash. With his newfound vigor, Carl was done
with the master bedroom by the time Laura returned from school. The two of
them ate quietly, only passing some half-hearted banter about what happened
to Laura at school.

     As Carl lay in bed that night, thoughts of the notebook intruded on his
sleep. He pushed them away, but they kept coming back. 'Is it for real?'
Carl thought, 'Of course not, but can I afford not to know for sure?'

     Having convinced himself, Carl rose from his bed and retreived the
notebook. He turned to the first page and crawled back into bed. Flicking on
the bedside lamp, Carl read the mantra three times, as indicated by the
directions on the page and was asleep before he knew it.

     When Carl awoke he looked upon a sky of the deepest crimson. He was
lying on an immense four post bed dressed with only the most luxurious red
and black silks and satins.

     Every sort of extravagent furnishing populated the room. However, Carl
had eyes for only one thing; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

     She stood stark naked in the middle of the room. At first her back
faced Carl, but he could tell her skin was the darkest char black with
luxurious white hair spilling down her slender, toned form, just touching
the top of her taut round cheeks where the crevice of her ass began. As she
slowly turned, Carl got a cock hardening silhouette of her amazingly perky
DD cup breasts. Carl saw more than a hint of fangs when the mysterious woman
flashed him a smile, her perfect, pearl-white teeth standing out against her
black skin.

     From top to bottom, she was as gorgeous from the front as from behind.
Carl took his time to study her as she strode across the room to the bed.
Her nipples were the color of blood and seemed to point directly at him, the
color carried over to her areoles, which faded to the black of her skin. Her
skin was stretched tight over her midsection, giving her an undenyably
attractive, washboard-flat stomach. Naked as she was, the woman made no
attempt to cover her sex, which showed bright crimson through the folds of
her pussy lips.

     "Hello Carl," she said as she climbed onto the bed next to him. There
was something in her voice, like the rumbling of a large cat, that resonated
in Carl's groin and brought his cock to a full erection, "Do you know who I
am or where you are?"

     Entranced, and lost in the building pressure in his pants, Carl slowly
shook his head no.

     "I am the Mistress of Pleasure and you are in the Realm of Eternal
Ecstasy. My home, your playground," without further ado, the Demoness almost
slithered on top of Carl, siezed his head and brought their mouths together.

     Carl was immediately and completely entrenched in the Demoness' power.
Their lips locked for upwards of five minutes, at the direction of the
Demoness. She started with a benign, lip-to-lip kiss, slowly invading Carl's
mouth with her tongue. She explored his entire mouth and allowed him to do
the same. By the time their mouths parted, the kiss was frantic. The pair
nibbled on each other's lips and saliva poured down Carl's face, puddling
around his head.

     While Carl panted heavily, attempting to get his breath back the
Demoness grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up his body. She arched
her back and ground her pelvis into his hard on, stomach and chest before
straddling his face. The first trickles of her fluid running down the inside
of her thighs escaped Carl's notice, he watched, rapt, as the Demoness'
pussy slowly pulled apart, opening and appearing to bloom like a flower.

     Carl could see the taut tendons beneath her toned flesh and watched the
crimson pussy draw ever nearer as the Demoness allowed her knees to slip
further and further apart on the smooth sheets of her bed. She stopped
expertly, with her pussy barely grazing Carl's face. The sight and sent was
too much for Carl to resist and he inclined his head slightly to make
contact with the folds above him. Carl started by kissing the open cunt,
then slowly licking it from bottom to top, sometimes starting by grazing his
nose against the Demoness' exposed clit. Carl had her moaning in pleasure
before he started tweaking her clit with his hand and fucking her with his
tongue, as deep as it would go.

     She came with a rush, screaming her pleasures to the sky. Carl
patiently lapped up her juices as she came down, inciting an aftershock with
his ministrations. It was during that orgasmic aftershock that Carl felt two
pinpoint pains in his tongue, deep within the Demoness' cunt. Surprised,
Carl pulled his tongue out and his face away from the Demoness. A black
serpent came with him.

     A sensation of sexual agitation, similar to the early build up to
orgasm, began to emanate from Carl's tongue. The Demoness addressed it,
chuckling, "Good, I see you've met Lust. He'll be your first and most
powerful vice. Relax, enjoy it, there is no more powerful aphrodesiac than
Lust's venom."

     The serpent detached itself from Carl's tongue and slid beneath his
shoulder, wrapping around his arm until it came to his hand, where it once
again bit him. Carl could feel the same pleasurful sensation begin to spread
up his arm. The Demoness slid her pelvis back down Carl's body, the serpent
completely detaching itself from her pussy as she moved.

     The Demoness pressed the erect nipple of one enormous tit against
Carl's lips while the serpent detached itself from his arm and once again
traveled his body. Carl was bitten eighteen more times as he dutifully
attended the Demoness' tits, sucking, licking and biting to her enjoyment.
It was only moments after he took the first nipple into his mouth that Carl
decided the venom really was the most potent aphrodesiac, from the pleasure
coursing through his head and the moans from the Demoness, Carl was inclined
to believe he was experiencing at least as much pleasure as the Demoness.
Carl came four times, with the aphrodesiac in full effect his cock didn't
even need to acheve a full erection before blowing a load into his trousers.

     "GOD!" the Demoness' shouted as she wrenched her breast from Carl's
mouth, he simply opened his mouth, asking for more. "Impressive, human. How
would you like to fuck me before I send you home?"

     Carl absently nodded his desire and the Demoness repositioned herself,
face between Carl's legs, and unzipped his pants with her mouth. Carl's
cock, already soaking with his own sperm, sprang to attention at the promise
of penitrating the beautiful Demoness. She carefully took the entire member
into her mouth and cleaned it before once again crawling atop Carl and
positioning the member against her eager cunt. The serpent moved in a circle
around Carl's cock, the soft scraping of its scales building up to the
straight fuck the Demoness now offered Carl.

     The Demoness moved in a rough loop, pulling herself up Carl's stomach
until he nearly popped out of her pussy, then arcing out and slamming down
against Carl's groin. The Demoness continued this for some time,
interspersing it with bouncing on the rigid member, until she could feel
Carl approach his largest orgasm of the night. She expertly pumped herself a
few more times, placing Carl right on the edge of orgasm before sliding off
his cock.

     If the sensation of the Demoness sliding off his cock wasn't enough to
send him over the edge, the bite of her serpent certainly did. Carl sprayed
load after load of cum down the throat of the serpent. The venom induced his
orgasm, which caused the serpent to expel more venom, which caused him to
come again, and so on. Carl found himself locked in an infinite loop of
pleasure, each orgasm more intense than the last. Carl's eyes began to blur
and his body began to numb and the sensations of pleasure faded into the
recesses of his memory.

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     Only minutes after her father fell asleep, Laura made her way to her
bathroom. She sat on the toilet, tweaking her nipples while she peed. Aside
from a few isolated incidents before, Laura had almost had a sexual
awakening since her mother's death. A slew of boys at school had tried to
"comfort" her after her loss, but each one was after the same thing, sex.
Not that Laura didn't feel she needed some of that too, but it quickly
became old. She was tired of the same hollow pickup lines, day after day
after day.

     Not for the first time that day, Laura removed the scrap of paper from
her pocket and pondered how she should respond to it. Sara, one of her best
friends since elementary school was bisexual, and had offered to help Laura
with some friendly exploration, since she obviously wasn't finding what she
desired in men. The paper was an invitation to Sara's house, explaining that
her parents were in Vegas together.

     Laura finished up in the bathroom and washed her hands, but instead of
returning to her bedroom she quietly approached her father's bedroom,
rapping lightly on the door. She listened intently and knocked one more time
before making her mind up. With sweats over a set of lacy underwear Laura
had purchased for herself she set out for Sara's house.

     Sara's house was a sprawling one story ranch, which made accessing her
bedroom all that much easier. Laura lightly rapped on Sara's window and
waited for her friend to wake up. It was a surprisingly short few moments
before Sara's face appeared, as soon as she recognized Laura she raised one
finger, telling her to wait, and dissappeared inside.

     Sara was a little shorter than Laura. With raven black hair and a
petite figure she was just as attractive. Laura had a hard time pinning down
Sara's bust size, she knew Sara's breasts were smaller than her own, but
they almost seemed to change on a whim.

     "You could have rung the doorbell, no one's home, silly," Sara emerged
from the back door wearing a black sweatshirt and pjama pants that Laura
soon discovered clung alluringly to her friend's ass crack.

     "I... I know, force of habit," Laura attempted to chuckle off her
nervousness as she followed her friend inside.

     "So it's that bad, eh?" Sara made conversation as the pair navigated
the darkened house to Sara's room.

     "Well, yea. I've gotten pretty sexual, but these jocks just use me. And
home life isn't any reprieve, it seems that my dad has moved on, but I can't
get over it!" Laura quickly clamped her hands over her running mouth,
"Sorry."

     "Don't worry, that's why I invited you here," Sara opened the door to
her room and motioned for Laura to enter. Sara's room was different, like
Sara. Sara wasn't a Christian, Laura wasn't sure what she was, but her room
reflected that, enumerable candles provided the only light and books were
stacked all over the place.

     "I knew you would come," Sara smiled as Laura found a seat on the side
of her bed.

     "I.. um... what do we..." Laura stumbled around breaching the subject
of sex with her friend, but Sara stepped in.

     "Well, first, I think you need to relax," Sara handed her a small,
hand-rolled cigarette, "Don't worry, it's not pot. It'll just help relax you
and put you a little more... in tune."

     Laura lit the cigarrette off a candle flame and inhaled like it was a
joint. Laura and Sara passed the cigarrette back and forth a few times until
it was gone.

     Sara turned to a chest of drawers behind her, rummaging through a
drawer while she instructed her friend, "You'll probably want to undress
now.". The noises sounded musical and almost preternatural to Laura under
the influence of the drug Sara had given her.

     "First, Laura, you need to be comfortable with yourself," Sara turned
from the drawer and held out a rubber dildo, "The first thing I want you to
do is get yourself off. However, don't just ram it in and straight fuck
until you come, get into it, enjoy yourself. The herb will help."

     Hoping Sara was right, Laura tenatively took the dildo from her friend.
She could tell it was green now that it was closer to herself in the poor
lighting.

     'Well, I suppose it's got to be lubed first,' Laura thought.

     Laura choked up on the shaft and started licking the top of the shaft,
rolling her head back and forth like she'd seen in a porn video. Soon, Laura
was slowly pumping it into her mouth, letting the saliva run down to her
hands. Laura felt it was slick enough and pressed it against her cunt, but
the spit slick surface popped out of her vagina, grazing her clit as it
went. Laura gasped, but returned to work, this time with her other hand
working her clit.

     Laura was so into her masturbation that she failed to notice Sara
moving back to the drawer. Laura was building quickly, riding a bolt of
lightning between her legs when Sara fitted her with two nipple clamps,
sending her over the edge.

     "Sara," Laura panted, "That was better than any guy yet!"

     Sara smiled at her practically glowing friend, "I'm sure it was. The
great thing is, you don't need the drug for it to be that good, you just
need to learn how to get into it," Sara removed her shirt and offered Laura
her hand pulling the blonde to her feet. The two girls were standing so
close their breasts were touching. The cold metal of the clamps hardened
Sara's nipples almost instantaneously.

     There was no more talking. Sara drew her friend's head down till their
lips met, it was like magic. A tingling coursed through each girl, exciting
them and starting the first of many rivulets down their thighs.

     The kiss was sublime, but Laura wanted more. She wrapped one hand
around Sara's back and held a breast to her mouth, finding Sara's moist cunt
beneath her panties with her other hand. Laura soon discovered that pulling
on Sara's nipples with her teeth caused a slightly delayed contraction of
her friend's pussy. Laura quickly found a rythm, pulling on Sara's breast
then pumping her fingers into Sara's cunt against the contractions. Sara's
screams became more and more insistent until she came, her scream elevating
and dropping off rapidly.

     For a few moments Sara just leaned against Laura, recovering her
breath. Then she pointed to her bed, and with a mischevious grin said, "My
turn."

     Laura laid face up on Sara's bed, watching the more experienced girl
above her. Sara started by removing the clamps from Laura's punished
nipples, the throbbing sensation made Laura sigh contentedly. Next, Sara
delved into her own pussy, returning with two cum soaked hands. She began
slowly massaging her cum into Laura's breasts, knowing the warm liquid would
have something of a soothing effect on Laura's breasts.

     Laura was most certainly enjoying the attention her friend was giving
her tortured breasts, she moaned and writhed whenever Sara's hands touched a
particularly tender spot. Laura writhed in ecstasy for over fifteen minutes
under Sara's expert guidance, the orgasm was a low, rumbling, eternity
filling wash of pleasure.

     "I... I.. didn't know you could do that..." Laura panted, "You didn't
even touch my pussy!"

     Sara was smiling, "Yep, all it takes is some patience and experience,
but I'm not done yet."

     Laura's head collapsed back onto the couch as Sara knelt between her
legs, kissing her navel and down to her clit. Sara's grip was like a vice
when Laura started writhing for real. Where her last orgasm was deep and
long, just the sheer pleasure building up to this one was much more powerful
than her last one. Laura could feel, almost in freeze frame, each and every
lash of Sara's tongue in her cunt. The pleasure felt like a strobe light,
and finally Laura came with a stop-motion orgasm.

     "That one, however, was the drug. As it begins to break down its
effects, and any pleasure at all, become pulsated, so don't expect one like
that too often," it was all Laura could do to nod in response to her
friend's explanation.

     Laura and Sara continued for several more hours, sharing intense, long,
and simply earth-shattering orgasms. Laura still managed to return home
before her father woke the next day.

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     Carl burst awake, the memory of the Demoness' pleasures fading like a
dream. However, when he got up to get a cup of water he felt the tug of
loads of drying cum attaching his member to the bedsheet. When he pulled
back the cover, he found a small, black cord coiled around his cock and
ballsack. Closer inspection, however, revealed the snake-miniature's head
and teeth, buried in his cock.

     Carl cried silently, weeping inside his head for his lost Maria.

To be continued...

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