by K. M. Liss
Taking her hand in his, he led her inside the suite.
He clicked his fingers and sound-activated lights and soft music appeared, as if by magic.
Uvall was enjoying his taste of earthly luxury. He always looked forward to having the softness of a real bed to sleep on.
His stone slab in Hell was practical. But purely that. No linens. Nothing to care for or to maintain.
As he looked around, he knew this was what he really wanted. Luxury. Beautiful fine things. Perhaps he could have a bed like this in his new quarters? And a serving demon to care for it.
His eyes caressed the cotton sheets; the corner turned back and exposed on the pale gray satin of the coverlet resting sleekly next to them. He was dying to feel the cool white softness against his skin, as he luxuriated on the softness of the mattress below. Uvall was looking forward to his bedtime experience in many ways. His gaze traveled across the wall to the collection of the whitest towels, which sat on a stand by the bathroom door, ready to be wrapped around his clean body.
Bathing. How decadent it was. He enjoyed lying in a bath, submerging himself in the coldest water he could bear. He had covered his skin and hair in everything he could find. Soaps, lotions and potions. After his bath, he had smothered his dry clean body, with some of the exclusive male scent he found. It smelled so good.
He couldn't have chosen a better place to be. It was the perfect place for seduction. He had never stayed in the best hotel before, he had no need for anything but a basic room in a basic hotel, but tonight was a special occasion. It was the new phase of the world's enlightenment and that deserved something of this higher standard.
“Mmm, very nice,” she murmured silkily, walking ahead of him a few paces, looking around. He stared at her pert backside and tiny waist as she glided along on her sky high heels. Her bare shoulders glistened with a hint of something glittery. He drooled with lust and swallowed the pool of saliva building rapidly.
He braced himself against the wall. If he didn't fuck her soon, he'd come in his newly acquired black silk underwear, and that wouldn't do. He was harder than a rod of iron. He placed his hand on himself, stroking his piece, erotically and slowly, giving her the eye, mentally telling her to turn round.
Instantly, she turned and watched him, her eyes glued to his hand, and those eyes were flaring, wildly with desire.
“Strip,” he demanded.
“You strip, sir,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, approaching him swiftly.
He loved her insolence. But he was getting desperate and his reply came back a little harshly.
“Fucking do it, woman.”
“Ooh, getting masterful, are we?”
He'd show her masterful.
He grabbed her arm in a hard grip, bringing her into his close proximity and ensuring she understood the seriousness of his mood.
“You have no idea. Now get that dress off, and everything else.”
To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close.
“Okay, I'll strip for you, but first, I want you to kiss me. And make it a long one, Mr Uvall, because your mouth is gorgeous.”
Her eyes were blurry, but still held his, her face just inches away.
Suddenly, he was in her embrace. Her full lips brushed against his. He erupted in a flare of passion so strong, he felt his eyes burn, blackening with his enrapture and rolling back in his head. It was the softest touch, the lightest of strokes and then her tongue followed, dampening a little trail of lust. He abandoned all thought, and all measure of control.
He took a fistful of her hair - so soft it was like a balm on his skin - coiling it tightly around his hand – and he kissed her with some force. His tongue subdued hers - although she tried to battle with him, he beat her down. She sighed in submission and allowed his tongue to roam in her mouth as he saw fit, and then all over her exquisite face. He nipped and licked and kissed everything he could see and feel and then buried his tongue in her mouth again, delighting in the soft velvet he found there.
“Fuck Lila, you are just so fucking beautiful.” His tongue produced a stream of obscenities. But that wasn't unusual. The way a demon spoke could be on the basic side when they were passionate about something.
“Fucking beautiful or just plain fuckable?”
Could she be more desirable?
He thought not.
“Both, now let me get this off,” he said, giving her no opportunity to say or do anything. His hands were on her, pulling her dress down in a quick motion.
Her face was a picture of lust and smiles as her breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze. He pushed her backward onto the bed behind, dragging her dress off her impatiently. He slipped it off her feet and tossed her shoes away with it, over his shoulder.
“So, I have you at my mercy, little Lila.”
“You think?” she replied huskily. “Maybe, you're at mine.”
What the hell? This woman was a dream come true.
She writhed up the bed like a sleek black panther. Her tiny black panties just about covering her snatch, He could see almost all of the hairless treat that awaited him. He couldn't help the groaning gasp that escaped from his lips. Or the long, low, growl which followed soon after. He didn't care that it sounded highly demonic in nature. She was about to see what he was made of - everything he was made of.
He ripped the little panties off.
Opening her legs wide, she shamelessly fingered herself, as she stared at him, circling her hips seductively and lifting her wet fingers to her lips, licking them with the tip of her tongue.
Oh fucking hell and all that is unholy... that is mine...
“It seems I'm ready for fucking, sir...” she said sweetly, “so get to it.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise. She was very confident little female. And he wasn't complaining. He removed his jacket, shirt and pants with some difficulty in his haste, but very soon he was stripped naked in front of her.
Her eyes drank him in.
Quite clearly, she loved all she saw. And based on the direction of her gaze, she seemed to be enamored with his sizable cock, standing hard and upright, and so in need of some of her wet softness around it.
But before he gave her that and pleasured himself, he had one thing in mind. He dropped to the floor and buried his face between her legs, badly wanting to taste. The smooth skin of her sex tantalized him, the hairless folds offered a perfect view of everything she had to offer. And it was a glorious sight. His senses raged with passion as he touched her gently with his fingertips. He sank his tongue inside her soaking wet cunt and lapped every trace of her desire into his mouth. She writhed beneath him like a serpent, wrapping her legs around his shoulders, squeezing his head tightly between her thighs and dragging her heels up and down his back. She moaned continually, urging him on with delicious little wriggles of her hips, her hands in his hair, pulling wildly at strands of it.
The fire that burned in his loins was on a high simmer, pleasure whipping through him as he sought out hers. Uvall was very generous with his sexual favors. It always paid to sate the woman first, then he could indulge himself with her afterward. Which meant doing absolutely anything he liked. For as long as he liked.
He touched the point of his tongue on her clitoris and flicked at it.
“Oh yes, more. Give me more...” She groaned, and arched herself up at him. Her back was bending like a bridge, her feet flat on his back, with her need for more of his expert tonguing. He cupped the cheeks of her backside in his hands and fucked her wildly with his tongue while rubbing his nose over her clit, up and down, back and forth, his bearded chin bristling all around her soft and sensitive skin.
He took a long slow lap at the seam of her sex. From the very top to the very bottom, his tongue licking everything she had. His whole face pressed into her cunt. Then he licked again, all the way up and circled her clit a few times. She was starting to lose control, pushing against him and he felt her tense up, her thighs and as
s muscles tightening.
She was coming. How he loved this moment. Making a woman feel this pleasure at his hands and mouth. It was what he existed for.
He was all for the coming of womankind.
He grinned into her sex with complete joy, as she exploded all around him.
“Oh for the love of God,” she screamed... “Uvall...! YES, YES, YYYYES...”
He ate her, licking and sucking at her orgasmic body. Consuming her lust and her cunt like a fine meal. And when her moans started to abate, he moved up her, dragging her body up the bed, forcing her legs wide apart, readying himself to take her.
His bare head prodded at her softly yielding center, edging gently inside. Lulling her into a false sense of security.
He wanted her to feel this, and with a little pain.
He circled himself slowly and with one hard thrust, he entered her – fully – impaling her roughly with his cock.
She whimpered loudly with pleasure and shock at his brutal invasion as she absorbed all his length and breadth. It was a very tight fit but the most perfect fit he had encountered.
His head swam with the essence of her. The scent of her steaming wet sex roused his mind wildly.
What was this higher feeling that had captured his whole being? Was it just that he was so hungry for sex, or just enslaved by her mind blowing beauty, or maybe something else he could not define?
He had never felt anything quite like the attraction he felt for her, since the very moment their eyes met, he'd been sucked in. Nor had he ever felt such a heady reaction to being inside a warm wet channel as hers. A wicked smile overtook his face.
Fuck, I don't care what's going on in the darkness of my soul, or what the shit it all means... I am so enjoying this.
He stroked at her, roughly, harshly, showing her just what he was. He knew he could be too much to take sometimes, but that was his way. He wasn't mortal man. His was driven by a baser side of his nature. The darkness in his soul took him over in times of passion.
She received his harsh treatment with such pleasure he was blown away. The ecstatic look on her face excited him more and more, clouding his brain to the point of complete saturation.
He lost all sense of reason, his brain fired up in a sexual fever, as he pounded inside her, harder than he had ever done before. He moved her lithe body and limbs where he chose, and he wrapped her legs around his shoulders, gaining deeper entry. The base of his cock settled at her entrance, his balls slapping provocatively against the area of her soft skin below. His hands pressed heavily on her breasts, his mouth sucking at her nipples, biting as he sought out the hardened, tight little buds between his spread fingers. His mind was fast entering a passionate sexual frenzy.
His excitement quickly grew to near orgasm. He held himself back from coming. It was something he never did normally, but he wanted this to last as long as it could before he spilled his demon seed inside her tight little cunt. He wondered if he would impregnate her? He had the primal urge to impregnate every human woman he fucked. No form of contraception provided any barrier to a demons seed. It would seek out its goal and invade. Many demon spawn roamed the earth. They were oblivious to their origins, but possessed an inherent dark side. One that could easily be awakened. Something he planned on doing in the near future.
His whole body was glowing, radiantly hot, the sweat of passion flowed from his pores and slicked between them. He glided over her skin on its silky sheen.
“You're incredible,” he said, his mind in another realm of existence. “Fucking you is so goddamn beautiful,”
“Yes... come inside me, Uvall... please, say my name...” she encouraged. Not that he needed encouragement for fuck's sake.
“Lila... my Lila... I'm coming, girl.”
My Lila? Where the fuck did that spring from?
Obviously his subconscious was telling him something.
“My Uvall,” she responded to his possessive words, so beautifully, with some of her own, “fuck me hard, harder, much harder...” she replied, in a forcible tone of voice.
She thrust her hips at him, lifting her sweet body off the bed in a wild orgy of growling feline movement that left him breathless as he lay upon her.
Then she stilled beneath him, submitting completely, and contentedly, murmuring his name softly against his lips.
He was enamored with her. Drowning in her chocolate brown eyes as they locked on his, and his confused and confounded brain ceased to function.
His hands moved of their own accord, and he sucked at her nipples and fondled her breasts in his palms.
And what beauties her breasts were. Nothing could feel better in his hands than these. So large and round and soft. He could play with these sexual pillows for hours - feast his eyes and mouth on them. He could imagine his mouth permanently on them, down there, in Hell... Fuck... he lost that train of thought in shock, not sure where he was going.
“Oh, yes, I love this,” she murmured and she groaned, many times, as he fucked her to heavenly hell and beyond.
It all became too much to control, even for him. And his talents for sexual control were much greater than mortal man. But the deep, wet center of her, the heat from their bodies, her soft, yielding and willing flesh in his hands, tipped his sex starved demon mind over the edge.
He came, hard and fast, in a hot stream of semen and a torrent of filthy words, both uncontrollably spewing forth, wickedly from his body.
“Fuck, Lila... your cunt is so fucking mine... fuck, fuck, FUCK...”
“Yes, yes...” she urged in a husky voice, her hands tugging urgently at the roots of his hair.
He could not utter another coherent word. He was lost in his head as he pulsated inside her. He stroked her breast with his fingertips as pleasure ripped through him. He sucked at the nipple which found its way into his mouth. And he sighed a loud, and deeply throaty, animal sound that reverberated around the room.
He floated away, to a better place. One where pleasure was all that existed. One where he could forget who and what he was - where he was simply a man, with a woman of his own. In that place he had all he needed. Unlimited time and pleasures open to him. All the time in the world, with her.
He was lost in her magic and mystery.
It seemed a long while later that he emerged from that place. He was cooling, the chilled air of the room whispering around his sweat dampened bare skin. The background music filtered through to his ears.
He opened his lazy eyes to find her watching him. Her face was so incredibly beautiful, he had to kiss it. All of it. She spoke to him as his mouth roamed all over juicy lips and her sweet nub of a nose.
“Do you always swear so much when you come? Do you ever say anything sweet and nice?”
“That was sweet and nice, to my mind. I like the word fuck. I use it often, and it's very appropriate to our situation.”
“Maybe next time, you could summon up some other words, of a higher nature, to please me.”
“Did I not please you completely?” He stroked her nipple softly with his fingertip. He knew he had pleasured her very well, but he was in a playful mood.
“You know you did. But I'm a woman. And a woman likes to hear nice things from a man, that's all. I guess men are wired differently, in the verbal sense.”
“I'll do my best to give more pleasure to your ears, I promise you.” He chuckled, burying his tongue in the gorgeous white whorl of flesh on the side of her head. He licked it like a mad man, taking it all in his mouth and sucking it until she squirmed beneath him, and her desire and need for him was rekindled.
He was already hard again. One of the great advantages of his demonic nature was the ability to maintain an erection, almost in perpetuity.
His fingers slipped down her slit and inside her. His seed was spilling everywhere, running over his fingers. He smiled to himself. He liked the messy aftermath of sex. The smell of it. The sticky wetness. The taste of his own juice mixed with hers. He slipped back between her legs and
indulged in his favorite pastime. The wet banquet of sex. He aroused her with his fingers and tongue taking mouthfuls of her smooth skin, sucking hard. He captured her clit and sucked the hardened little thing into his mouth, keeping up the pressure while he finger fucked her. The wild thrashing of her limbs told him all he needed to know as she came fast and furiously. He kept it going, giving her more as she writhed in heightened sensitivity, moaning at his hands. His fingers shoved up hard inside her juicy cunt.
“Fuck you're such a tight one,” he murmured appreciatively, as her vagina tightened even more around his fingers. One orgasm led to the next. By now, most women were usually a quivering mess. He enjoyed seeing it. To have them in complete ruins. Lying there speechless unable to move an inch. Then he would drag them up and fuck their mouth and wherever else he wanted to possess. There was no part of a woman's body left unexplored by his prick by the time he'd finished with her.
But Lila was matching his pace. After her third mind blowing loudly announced orgasm, she pushed him off roughly and sat astride him. He lay back and enjoyed the sight of her riding him hard and fast like he was a demon steed. She was urging them on, somewhere new. Her eyes closed in rapture, her plump lips slightly opened, and her look so sensual, his mind blurred.
His cock was under her control and he liked it. He let her take him, surrendering to her. She fingered herself as she rode him. And that action was more than erotic. He loved it when women touched themselves. The fact they knew what they liked, wanted to feel it and weren't ashamed to show it and do it themselves. He held his hands on her gently swaying breasts and shut his eyes, joining her in the moment. They both rose together, their cries of satisfaction loud and harsh. He sat up and clasped her in his arms like the prize she was.
She set about him, her mouth all over his stomach, cock and balls. He lay there, blissfully soaked in her saliva, her tongue laving him to ecstasy. He couldn't remember being sucked off so well, or for so long as she did it. She kept holding his orgasm off, squeezing her thumb into his cock, keeping the pleasure going, and then, when he was literally sucked stupid, he got a dose of deep throat to finish him off.