"To tell me that you admire me, Klarissa?" he said, with a face as soft and sharply inviting as he could make it. She was reduced to jelly by it, nodding vigorously. "Would you like to learn from me, Klarissa?" he said, in almost the exact same tone, and she continued to nod, her knees trembling out of a desire to step forward, nearer to him, her innocently bottled desire becoming awkwardly evident.
"It might seem silly, you might just think I'm silly, but you're so powerful, I've wanted you to notice me too, I-" she started to babble quite cutely, going on, Aaralon tuning most of it out, focusing on her body and the emotions she was radiating. He counted exactly to five, stood up, and cut her off like a guillotine.
"Do you... want me, Klarissa?" he said, his voice creepily low, but his eyes positively entrancing, gazing at her exactly as she'd dreamed they would in her wildest fantasies.
"Oh yes Aaralon, yes I want you so much," she erupted, leaping off her feet into a sprint toward him. But her feet never returned to the ground. One of Xaurian's fingers - just one, he noticed - had pierced the collar of her blue and white school uniform from behind, and was hanging her in midair like a coat. She swung violently for a second, until Xaurian's other hand reached swiftly under the rear of the hem of her skirt and gripped it.
Klarissa screamed, out of sheer shock, a gasping, helpless whine that quivered upward at the end. Aaralon's heart leapt at the wonderful sound, drank it up like wine, roared for more. His head had to chastise it - 'musn't be sadistic to the point of stupidity', he quietly ordered himself.
Xaurian was grinning slyly. Aaralon assumed a more menacingly relaxed air, and sighed, beginning to stroll in circles around them both. "Poor, depraved Klarissa. Strolling into the mighty Aaralon's most private of hideways, with only one thought: to seduce him, to have her way with him. So drunk on his ability and his maturity, so envious, driven so mad by it, that he must summon a -demon- to protect him. A succubus, no less!" He shook his head, affecting a pitying yet cruel expression, stopping, looking straight at her, as she was hoisted just to eye level. She stared back at him, petrified and visibly trembling from head to toe. "But I'm not as degenerate as you, dear Klarissa," he said, letting the very tips of his fingers trail down her cheek, then over onto her lips. Through her shock and fear, he saw a chaotic uproar of desperate longing in her at his touch. He quickly revoked it. "No, Klarissa, I do indeed care about you. Which is why I shall teach you, after all. Your first lesson, obviously, must be that of self-control." He turned, and walked back to his seat, then dragged it over to her and sat. She was much too confused, afraid, and nervous to say anything. He walked his eyes deliberately over her body, perusing the arched bulge of her breasts and the bunched crotch of her panties. He saw her follow his eyes, and heard her whine again, even better than before.
"Tell me, Klarissa, and tell me true, for you are far too weak to lie to me: have you ever desired another girl?" It took her several seconds to summon up the courage to answer. Her voice was higher, fainter, when she did.
"N... no, I... I think that's disgusting... I do, I really do, please..." and she began to cry, her spasms canceling out her trembling, her tears running gray streaks down the front of her uniform, down onto her breasts.
Aaralon rose, swiftly, and brought his lips up right before hers. Her eyes shot up to his, desire reforming in them. "I know, and I believe you, Klarissa..." he said, piercing her with his empathetic tone. "Poor, poor Klarissa," he whispered, leaning forward, eyes fluttering closed. His hands rose, slowly, to brush her knees, and course upward, tantalizing her smooth skin, up the sides of her thighs. Her breath began to race, her eyes to flit from his eyes to his hands, her hands to gravitate to him. His thumbs reached the sides of her panties, and each breath of hers became a desperate, anguished whine, louder and louder. Xaurian was watching, closely from behind, eagerly, thirstily.
Suddenly, he tore them right off her with a brutal snarl. Klarissa yelped, eyes growing wide. He pulled back and shook his head coldly. "You have no shame at all, do you, Klarissa." He flicked his hand into the air as a signal. "You leave me no choice but to surrender you to the consequences of your depravity."
Xaurian, suddenly, pressed her soft, pale cheek to Klarissa's exposed neck, her full ruby lips meeting her earlobe, kissing it, caressing it. Klarissa utterly froze. "Mmmmm..." Xaurian moaned, her hand sliding along her waist under her skirt. "Being depraved isn't as bad as a mortal may think, my soft, smooth, delicious little girl..." she whispered right into her ear. "I could show you new levels of depravity..." Her hand found its way around to Klarissa's bare, throbbing pussy, and ran her middle finger just once down her slit. Klarissa's breath caught in her lungs, her back arching painfully sharply. "You could be mine forever..." she said, letting her pussy taste her finger once more, and snaking her long, thin tongue out around Klarissa's earlobe, causing her teeth to clench momentarily.
"Ahhh, no!" she squealed, struggling uselessly. "You're a foul, despicable demon, a succubus, I know you well!" Her sudden defiance struck Aaralon as thrilling. "I shall not submit to you, you... you... appalling fiend... aaah! Oh! Ahh!" Xaurian had been slowly breaking down her mind, her fingers pulsing slowly farther into her cunt, her tongue screwing itself into her ear like a snake. Aaralon let her be tormented further, then finally bellowed, "halt!"
Xaurian obeyed instantly, Klarissa immediately silenced, her breath the loudest thing in the room, her nipples as prominent through her bra and blouse as if she was wearing nothing. Aaralon approached her again, and her eyes shone with a mad, desperate, confused lust, with only a hint of rationality left. Before she could recompose herself, he kissed her, oh so gently, and she froze, inanimate, terrified. Finally, as he continued to offer himself, she lost all control and lunged her lips and tongue at his, crying, moaning, praying for a moment's peace. But, immediately, he distanced himself again.
"Perhaps it's not mindless lust that has infested you after all, my darling Klarissa," he crooned, raising his hands to her shoulders. "Yes... perhaps, beneath your rampaging degenerate fantasies, there is a spark of true, honest love in you..." His hands slid down to her waist, and their eyes met. "But there is only one way to be sure."
He unclasped his robe and let it fall abruptly. Her eyes flew to his chest, and her trembling began anew.
"If you do truly love me," he said, unbuckling his pants, "you would want to please me, as I see fit." His pants fell, and, fearing his reaction if she should look, Klarissa managed to avert her eyes from his massive erection. "You would seek no pleasure for yourself, of course, you selfish, corrupt little girl." He stepped forth, and tore open her shirt and bra, leaving her round breasts suspended in the cold air, and pressed their bodies together, from hip to chest, his balls brushing her pussy lips. "Isn't that right, Klarissa?" He grasped his cock and pressed its head to her clit. "Isn't it?"
She carefully pronounced her reply: "yes, my... master, yes, please, let me-"
She burst into a howl of pain, her virginity sundered by his thrust. Xaurian couldn't help but chuckle. Aaralon didn't let up for a moment, thrusting into her as she was suspended before him, her legs parted, her whole face held rigid. Her eyes were closed as tight as possible, her lips in a taut pout, her fists clenched. She was struggling with all her might to make no sound, make no movement, no matter what, to show no indication of pleasure, lest she be surrendered to the succubus - but worst yet, lest Aaralon abandon her.
Aaralon saw this, and poured himself on her, as he had with no other girl before. He locked his lips over one of her nipples and sucked, licked, assaulted it. Her body betrayed her all over, with goosebumps, a racing heartbeat, and a cunt locked on his cock, gushing and quivering, begging for more. Her willpower held out, only her head thrashing from side to side speaking of the overwhelming ecstasy she was in. He heard her breath, through only her nose, speed up, and her abdomen begin to ripple, and knew that she was approaching orgasm.
"Mmmm, how good that must feel," Xaurian began to moan in her ear, evoking another thrash of Klarissa's head. She ran her tongue across the nape of her neck and raked her nails through her patch of pubic hair with a low chuckle of glee. "I wish Aaralon would fuck me that hard... Maybe he will, when he's done with you... Ooh, I can feel my nipples harden already at the thought of his tongue's touch..." Aaralon chose that moment to switch which nipple he was assaulting - and Xaurian thrust her ample breasts into Klarissa's back, the nipples rasping against the fabric, distinct on Klarissa's skin. "Can you feel how hard they are?... Ohh, but I can see how much harder yours are... Maybe you're thinking how much you'd like to lick mine... I know I'm thinking about how hard I'd lick yours..."
Xaurian's fingers sank to meet her clit, and she began to swing straight up to a shattering orgasm, teeth clenched firmly, breath halted. And then it happened. Her hips rocketed to meet Aaralon's cock, a moan erupted from deep inside her, and her legs locked around Aaralon's hips with no intention of letting him stop. "OHHH GOD YES, Aaralon!" she screeched - but just before she could finally reach climax, it all stopped. Aaralon ripped himself free, Xaurian's hand flitted away, and she was hurled face-down onto the floor. She screamed, and cried, but before she could speak or act, Xaurian's hands were clamping her back down - and her tongue was violating her cunt, swinging her right back around toward orgasm.
Aaralon knelt before her, and wrenched her head up, his face stern. "As I thought, you filthy, hopeless, cheap little slut." He promptly rammed his cock in between her lips, down her throat, causing her to gag and milk it with her throat muscles. Tears were pouring down her cheeks, but her voice could not make it past the engorged head of his cock. Her mind entirely overthrown, her body reduced to a perpetual, reactionary fuck machine, her hips rocked and bayed wildly to rasp her pussy over Xaurian's lips, to ride her tongue to a now unstoppable orgasm.
And it was her last. Xaurian's tongue extended itself, in, through, up, growing far longer than any mortal's tongue, to fill her vagina and stretch it to its limit, to lap up all her pussy juices and slide along her burning clit in one impossibly long motion - but farther, past her body, into her soul, up the ladder of her ecstasy to the most basic fabric of her being, to entwine itself around it and wrench it apart, down, back down into her, into Xaurian's throat, into her own soul. The pleasure was the greatest pleasure possible to a being, as it would be the last pleasure they could ever feel.
The spasms wracking Klarissa's thrashing body assaulted Aaralon's cock as well, gripping it from deep inside her throat and coaxing out the entirety of his load. He heaved with a demonic satisfaction as she swallowed his pulsing cock to the hilt, draining it with all her might, her last wish being, after all, to please him.
Aaralon relaxed for several seconds, coming back down, his breath leveling. Xaurian, having eaten her fill, sat up, wiping the last drops from her lips and licking them off her fingers, an evil smile on her otherwise sedate face. When Aaralon opened his eyes, he saw her staring at him.
"You are the best master a demon could ever expect to have, master," she crooned, cracking her neck slowly. "You have no idea how much better it is when you've broken them down first." She crawled over to him, around Klarissa's quite lifeless body, and curled up on his lap like a kitten.
He shoved her back, sliding her across the floor, and she sat back up with an unoffended huff. But he was not as calm. "No cuddles. No gratefulness. No bonding." He stood. "You are a tool. A tool you shall stay. I can only imagine how many masters you've betrayed already." He grinned and stroked his talisman, the only thing he was now wearing. "I shall call you again when I see fit. Expect me to do so at any moment. Now back you go, back while I rest." He bellowed the words of the spell, and Xaurian stared, blankly, surprised by the uncanny discipline this master was showing, and remained so as she shattered into smoke.
Aaralon collapsed almost immediately, exhausted by the evening, chuckling to himself underneath his covers, as the room's candle burnt out. |