Aaralon held up his arms to ward off the spheres, but it was too late. They burst open on contact, thier glowing red oil soaking into his skin. Then...
Nothing.
Aaralon looked up. The Tar'oth was still there, and seemed as surprised as he was that nothing had actually happened. Aaralon had assumed that the spheres were geared to work primarily on women, but they should have had some effect on him.
Suddenly, the drawstring on his pants split apart. Aaralon looked in astonishment at his expanding cock, grown suddenly to twelve inches in length and hard as wood. He couldn't help but touch it, and noticed immediately that his sensitivity had increased as well. A drop of pre-come emerged from the tip, and he shivered.
"Hmm..." the demon mused, smiling. "Not exactly what I'd expected, but... it'll do!"
The Tar'oth lept across the room and took Aaralon by the shoulders, slamming him down and knocking the wind from him. He barely had time to draw breath before she pressed her lips to his and thrust her long tongue deep into his mouth. Her lips felt feverishly hot, almost burning him, and they tasted of blood.
Aaralon was stunned in more ways than one - Tar'oths weren't supposed to have sexual desires for mortals! Perhaps the spheres had affected her in some way -
That was as far as his thoughts went before she spread her legs over his hard and waiting cock, sucking him deep up inside her. If her lips had been hot, her cunt was positively firey! He screamed through her deeply penetrating kiss, but she refused to let up, and after a few strokes inside her, he no longer wanted her to. The pain was still there, but along with it came a hot pleasure like he'd never known. He reached up to feel her breasts, and in his frenzied state squeezed them with all his strength.
A human woman would have screamed in pain - the demon simply purred with delight, and shifted herself upwards on Aaralon's body so that her tits were thrust into his face. Aaralon responded instinctively, sucking her nipple into his mouth and biting down hard. The Tar'oth moaned hotly, taking him deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust of her hips.
Aaralon felt a curious lightness, and realized he could no longer feel the floor beneath him. The demon had lifted them clear from the ground, beating the air with her wings in time with each thrust. It was terrifying, yet at the same time incredibly stimulating. Aaralon knew he was building toward climax, though he was already far past the point where he usually would have shot his load. Desperately, he tried to hold off a little longer still, as he didn't want to know what might happen if he proved unable to satisfy the demon's needs.
At last, he began to feel the tensing inside her, the stiffening of the already steel-hard muscles in her legs and back. The demon let out a fierce and unearthly screech and buried her face in his neck, wailing out her pleasure as she spasmed in climax. Aaralon let go at the same time and felt the cool of his own cream - cool compared to her burning inner heat.
They dropped slowly to the floor, the demon's fully outstretched wings slowing thier descent, until they rested.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Aaralon could feel the strange triple-beat of the demon's heart against his chest. Her skin felt hot, too hot, like a fire too close, and he wanted to pull away and give in to the heat at the same time.
At last, the demon moved, pulling her body upright and balancing by beating the air with her wings. Aaralon was too exhausted to even look up at her.
"No one, demon or devil - or mortal - has ever satisfied me," the beautiful demon whispered.
Aaralon weakly opened one eye, and saw the dark woman above him, her wings forming a circle around her, her lips dripping with blood. Aaralon felt a twine at his neck, and realized the demon had bitten him.
"I may be back for you, Aaralon," she whispered. "But for now, I sense the approach of another mortal, and so must depart. I wouldn't want to be banished just yet, my lover..."
The Tar'oth kissed him deeply and passionately, leapt to her feet and plunged out the window into the night.
Aaralon crawled weakly across the room to the mirror. He barely recognized himself, with his skin red as if sunburned, his lips swollen, his hair in disarray over his face, his neck oozing blood. To his knowledge, no mortal man had ever survived sex with a demon - the few books that even mentioned the subject said that it was invariably fatal, and he believed it, but the fact was that he didn't die and so now he would face unknown consequences. The bite was another matter of concern - its effects were unpredictable. Each demon had its own unique venom, and there was no telling what this one would do to him.
Maybe, just maybe, he'd been a little hasty about this whole adventure...
That was where his thoughts were inturrupted by a knocking at the door.
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