For a second Ash admired the golden bars that traversed the length of that thick piece of meat, before she again shook herself out of her musings. This was no time to ogle the most attractive cock she had ever seen, not to mention breasts that seemed too pretty to be real. She had to find a way out of here.
“Pretty-pretty-pretty?” it asked, noticing her lack of comment. “Are you all right?”
“Ash,” she sighed, sitting up and crossing her arms over her breasts. “My name is Ash.”
“Ash,” it purred, making the name sound like sex and poison dreams on its lips. “Ash. It fits you.”
“And your name is?”
“Oh, I have no name,” it chuckled. “But you can call me what you will, pretty-pretty Ash.”
Ash eyed him again, noting the magnificent set of horns that twirled back into its hair, how that red, draping robe seemed to accent its unearthly beauty, how it seemed more… more male to her than female.
“I’ll think about it.” Then, looking him straight in the eyes, she asked, “Now about my supper…”
Chapter Four
Sitting in the flowers at dusk and playing octopussy with a creature that had both a dick and a vagina was not how Ash ever expected to spend any evening. But here she was, in the nest of a creature she knew almost nothing about, trying to make heads or tails out of this new twist to her life.
She eyed the creature with some trepidation as it settled in beside her, a grin on its lips.
“Yes, pretty-pretty Ash.” He conversed as if having a chat with a creature that bizarre were commonplace. “I find myself not ever wanting to leave this place. It supplies me with all my wants and my needs. What more can a creature ask for?”
“Companionship?” Ash asked archly, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger that seemed to grow more intense the more time she spent with the Sincubus. “Someone to talk to? Friendship?”
“I am talking to you, Ash, and from the intensity of your previous orgasm, I am guessing that we will be good friends.”
Ash rolled her eyes, then wrapped both arms around her body, inching closer to the warmth the creature exuded.
“Are you cold?” it asked, actually sounding concerned. “I can do something to warm you up…”
“Just find my sheet. Or better yet, do you have another robe thing? That would help.”
“I thought vampires didn’t feel the cold.”
“And I never knew there was a soul-stealing creature with both sexes out there waiting to prey upon someone.”
“Touché.” It nodded, then leered at her. “Of course I have another robe, and the red color would complement your skin tone so. But the question of the hour is… what will you give me for it?”
“Give?” Ash arched her eyebrows as she stared at… it.
“Everything in life must be earned.”
“Like your earlier meal?”
“Hell, woman, you actually came on my tongue. Wasn’t that payment enough for one simple snack?”
“Snack!” Ash slammed her hands on her hips, glaring at the creature.
“Snack,” it assured her. “A full meal would have had my fingers in your ass, my dick up your pretty little pussy, and my tongue down your throat. Your fingers in my cunt would be nice too, but that would be just an added bonus.”
Ash’s eyes widened at its words. “You… you are depraved!”
“Thank you for the compliment.” It smirked at her, tossing its hair over its shoulders. “The more depraved I am, the more Mom and Pop did their job right.”
Well, it had her there, too. Ash huffed, then drew her knees up, resting her chin on them and wrapping her arms around her legs. She was not going to ask for clothing again.
“You really are cold, aren’t you?” it asked, watching as goose bumps rose on her dark skin. “I really thought that vampires didn’t feel the cold, on the account of what created you.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t do a lot of things before I wound up at this hotel.”
“Why did you come in the first place?”
Ash looked up, and for once it appeared the Sincubus was being earnest. She sighed and drew herself in tighter, trying to warm her chilled body. “I wanted to get away, you know? I’ve been alive for so long and there’s so much I’ve seen. And it all passed me by. Everything. I saw history, but I wasn’t a part of it. I saw all these great things happening, and I had nothing to do with any of it. I guess… I guess I was tired, needed an out, needed to think some things over for myself.”
“Contemplating taking that final walk in the sun?”
She inhaled deeply as the truth of his words occurred to her. “Maybe,” she breathed. “Just maybe I was tired of it all, of this… this mere existence.” She slumped a little, slightly ashamed of her admission. “But I think I may be too much of a coward… There was this great guy, a dryad, I believe, over there in the next room. I think I was going to kill him. If I killed him, then I would have a reason to end my own life, you know? Guilt and all of that. But I remember fucking him, and I remember talking to him and discovering he was a bigger coward than I was.”
She chuckled as she tried to hold on to the memories that danced in her head, danced and swayed like fireflies enchanting a field with their mystical flame. But, like the elusive insects, most of the memories escaped to flutter just beyond her grasp.
“You fucked him, and you were going to kill him?” it asked, eyes wide in amazement, before it started to chuckle. “I think you are about as depraved as I am.”
Ash just rolled her eyes and pulled herself into an even tighter ball. “I mean, I killed many times after I fucked someone… but they were all bad and made pretty sour meals.”
“Hey, at least I am honest about my depraved acts,” it chuckled.
Ash felt a deep, tingling warmth as a long muscular arm dropped around her shoulders. “You… may not be so bad after all,” he chuckled, drawing her into his warmth. “You are somewhat honest and you smell good, after your bath in the spring. And I am really looking forward to fucking you, pretty-pretty Ash. Looking forward to fucking you rather than eating you.”
Ash nearly choked on her own gasp of shock as it pulled her in closer.
“I am hoping that you never want to leave, Ash. And if you want to die, may I have the pleasure of dining on your flesh?”
Ash looked up into his once again earnest eyes, then down to his razor sharp teeth. “You know,” she decided, shuddering in delayed reaction. “I think you’re good for me, um, Sincubus. Suddenly, I want to live.”
Chapter Five
Ash had never passed an evening quite like that, curled up in a nest of soft fragrant leaves and flowers, in the arms of a hermaphroditic demon. It was warm and comfortable, even if the demon of her choice snored.
She sighed as she thought on their conversation of yesterday. She’d admitted to herself that her intentions, no matter how cleverly disguised, were to kill herself. Had life lost that much meaning to her? Was all she had to look forward a walk in the sun? She ran her hands over her eyes, upset and vaguely relieved by her painful self-discovery.
And this… this Sincubus?
What the hell was it?
Oh, she understood the make-up of it, but… Damn! Was it a boy or a girl? She had a tendency to think of it as a boy, she guessed because its overwhelming masculinity stood out. That and that penis was too big to be confused with a little clit.
But the way it touched her… Oh, yeah, it knew exactly what a woman wanted. Its technique was astounding, and the reason it gave her for this knowledge made sense. But still…
It needed a name. She couldn’t continue to use the generic “it.” This creature deserved to have someone at least acknowledge its individual existence, and not its forbidden child species.
And it kind of looked like a Nightshade… Well, maybe a deadly nightshade, she thought with a snicker, recalling all its natural weapons that could easily take her life.
Her life, she thought with a sigh.
But
damned if she still knew weather her life was even worth it.
For so long she had fought to say alive. Spying the Dryad and entering this hotel had been justified by her need for revenge. But she had failed in that, feeling a bit sorry for the confused male. Hell, his confusion had been more amusing than hers. But in the end, she hadn’t killed him. Instead, she’d fucked him.
And now he was gone, and her problems still remained. What was she living for? Was it even worth it, this overdrawn life of hers?
What life? she mused, pulling totally out of the Sincubus’ arms. She rolled over to get a closer look at the thing she was apparently going to be stuck with for a time.
It was attractive, she decided as she watched the creature roll to its back and settle deeper into the comfortable bed of fragrant foliage. Its hair spread out around it like a silken cloak. Even in sleep, the hair seemed to sparkle and snap with life. With its eyes closed, it was truly androgynous. Its eyes were delicately tilted, its cheek bones high, and its lips full and soft.
It was really an amazing creature.
Its body, on the other hand, was like one huge walking fantasy taboo made flesh. The breasts were small enough to remain perky when it was lying on its back, but they were well formed and firm. The robe shifted while it was sleeping, exposing one breast and its fascinating ring piercing. There seemed to be a sparkling diamond in the center, the connector that held the ring together.
Her eyes drifted to the golden arm guards that seemed more like floral vines than any golden jewelry. They were highly stylized and seemed to have been created to twine around this creature’s arms. They curled over its biceps, emphasizing the delicate strength in those arms.
Her gaze traveled downward, over the cloth-covered bulge that she knew from personal experience was enough to turn the head of the most jaded and cynical person. There were still some things she had yet to experience, and it seemed this Sincubus was going to change that before she made her way out of this weird hotel room.
But her eyes dropped further, to gaze at the odd legs, splayed out in repose.
They were rather shapely to right below the knee. Then there was a fall of long, soft, black hair. It was like the hair on its head, black shot with a spray of diamonds, and it looked just as luxurious. Peeking out of the silky hair where feet would be on anyone else was a dainty set of golden hooves.
It was like someone took the best of all the Puck and Faun legends and added them to this awkwardly graceful creature. It was just as beautiful running with the wind dancing in its hair as it was in silent repose.
But then its black eyes opened and with its first words she was again reminded of why she wanted to bash its head in with a rock or any convenient log.
“You know you like what you see,” it purred, pursing those full red lips and blowing her a kiss.
“You are too obscene for words,” she growled.
“And yet you always manage to find a few for me.” It chuckled as it yawned, throwing both arms up in the air and stretching, showing off its magnificent form and its magnificently sharp set of teeth.
Rolling her eyes, Ash snorted, then turned her back to it.
“What? Not feeling frisky in the morning?” it purred. “I usually start my morning off with a quick… nibble.” Ash jumped as those words were growled gently in her ear. How it moved so quietly, she would never know. “Is that how you usually start your day?” He ended his question with a quick lap to her ear, making her shudder as her libido perked up and started paying attention.
But Ash was in control, not her traitorous body. She turned to smile at the Sincubus, noting that its breath smelled like flowers and mint, damn it. “Actually,” she snapped. “I generally start it off by taking a piss.”
He paused for a moment, and then snarled, “You have morning breath.”
“And you have to probably pee sitting down because you have so many holes.” A smirk curled her lips as she caught it gaping, off guard.
“I have just enough holes, thank you.” It moved a bit away from her. “Wanna see?”
“No, thank you.” She held in a grin at its innocent routine. Whatever this Sincubus was, it was certainly amusing.
“Well,” it began, almost childlike and eager, “Do you…” It paused, blinking down at her, a smile on its lips.
“What?” she asked, growing more and more comfortable with this creature and its ability to make her alternately want to kill it or kiss… maybe not, but she was getting more comfortable with it.
“Well?” It wriggled happily, nudging her shoulder with its arm. “Do you?”
“What?”
“Want to fuck?”
“Holy mother of God!”
Ash couldn’t help but yell when it pounced her. Before she knew it, its face was in between her legs… and she was spreading them to give him greater access.
“God, yes.” Her head lolled from side to side, her back arching up off the ground as she tried to get closer. Her fingers tangled in the black silk of its hair, tugging as sharp shafts of pleasure shot through her body.
Its tongue slipped between the lips of her labia, seeking out the hidden pearl of her clit, sucking at the juices that flowed freely in response to his experienced touches. It growled in approval of her musky flavor, savoring the sweetness that stemmed from her desire. The feel of his fingers circling her opening made her thighs stiffen and tore a scream from her throat. “Yes, keep doing that!”
More familiar with her body, it sank three fingers deep inside, pressing upwards, seeking out her pleasure button. She screamed when it struck gold. It began manipulating her, widening its fingers, giving her a pleasurable burn as her walls adjusted to the stretch.
“You are almost so ready for it,” it purred, stroking inside her a bit faster, a bit harder. It reached down and gripped its cock, closing its eyes and sighing as its own wetness dripped down from its pussy, lubricating both its cock and balls. It began to stroke in time with the fingers that fucked her pussy, making her squirm and scream and lose control.
Ash loved this feeling of being taken, of being overpowered. Nothing had ever felt this way before. It was like this Sincubus could look deep into her soul and give her exactly what she needed. And the more it gave, the more she just wanted to take.
She relaxed back in the nest, threw her legs around its head and held on for dear life. This thing was going to kill her with pleasure.
She arched her hips, bucking for a stronger contact, which it immediately gave her. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see it stroking its own cock, to see the sun glinting off the metal embedded in its dick, and smell the flowery scent of its juices. It was as wet as she ever got, and the knowledge that she did that to it, that eating her pussy moved it to this point, made her close her eyes and want to scream like a mad woman.
“Eat it!” she bellowed, shuddering as its hair slid over her sensitive skin. “Eat it harder!”
Its tongue pressed harder against her clit, spiraling delicious sensations through her. It sucked and slurped and tossed its face from side to side. It nibbled at her labia, it licked at her vagina, and it drank her down in gulps.
And she screamed, she tugged at its hair, and she begged for more. It pumped its dick faster, its breathing matching hers as they spiraled higher and higher in this dance of ecstasy.
Suddenly, it slammed four fingers deep inside her, making her arch her back to the extreme as she felt a powerful itch in her clit. Then she screamed as her muscles convulsed around its fingers, as her juices shot from her as if she had a dick and was ejaculating hard. She felt waves of white lightning flow up her body, harden her nipples into peaks and shatter her soul, leaving her falling limply back to earth.
She opened her eyes to see it slide its fingers from her body and rise above her.
It sucked its fingers covered with her essence deep within its mouth as it began to pound at its cock with his hand. It eyed her legs, still spread, her pussy still clenching in mini orgasms, and c
losed its eyes.
Tighter and faster it held itself, thrusting itself into its fist until it stiffened. Spurt after spurt of hot seed exploded from the plum-colored head of its cock, showering her pussy with its scalding hot offering. It painted her with the creamy streaks of its cum, covering her stomach and her breasts before aiming once again for her pussy.
And as the last dredge was squeezed out, he dropped between her spread legs and began to lick the release from her skin.
“You…” she panted. “You… are… a freak.”
“Thank you,” it replied, but returned to its feast, cleaning every bit of its essence from her skin, taking extra care to part her labia and seeking out every drop of their combined release. “I do try.”
Chapter Six
“I think I’ve found your place in life,” it purred. “Right beneath me, with my face between your legs. Who knew that a bush could tease the insides of your thighs so much?”
Panting, all Ash could do was nod in agreement. Its hair had been alive on her body, tweaking her nipples, caressing her skin, driving her almost as wild as the bar through his tongue had. She hadn’t noticed the tongue ring before, but boy had she noticed it when he’d applied it to her clit with his vibrating tongue.
“How…” she panted, “how do you know what a woman wants?”
“Obvious,” it chuckled, pressing one final kiss to the insides of her thighs before sitting up and running its fingers through its hair. “I know what feels good to me. I have the equipment, pretty-pretty Ash. You just had your fingers and your tongue all in it.”
“Who knew I had lesbian tendencies?” Ash licked her lips, savoring the taste of it. Raspberries and chocolate… mmm.
“You just enjoyed yourself to the fullest,” it purred. “And I got a fairly decent breakfast.”
At his words, Ash felt a gnawing emptiness in the pit of her stomach.
“Speaking of meals…” She also sat up and ran her hands over her still quivering stomach. Why was she so hungry? Hadn’t she just supped on a Dryad?
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