by Marcel, Zoey
Nimbus played with her hair, groaning at the vigorous way she sucked him. He had to know she was doubling her efforts to outdo Demornae. He had better like the way she performed fellatio better. Sonya would make damned sure of it.
He pulled out and coerced his way into the liquid heat of her pussy. They gasped as he gently took her, face romantic and attentive. Sonya stroked his strong arms, whimpering over the way he pulled out so that only the tip of his rod remained before slamming back into her. Her hips rose to meet her conqueror, absorbing his deliberate thrusts.
She whined in protest when he pulled out and began screwing Demornae again, this time on top of her. He didn't kiss her, although he had allowed her to initiate a kiss a while ago. Was he keeping that between him and Sonya? She hoped so.
After a few seconds Nimbus disengaged and reentered Sonya. His cock was wet with another woman's juices and he forced them inside of her, demanding she accept his promiscuity and authority over her. His erection had been in another cunt and now it pounded into hers, taking his pleasure indiscriminately, like an animal without soul or conscience. Sonya could do nothing to stop him, because she was no longer in control of herself. He had absolute control of her. A power over her she couldn't understand or fight.
He seemed close to losing it as he took her faster and harder. She loved his sounds and facial expressions when the end was near. She couldn't take her eyes off of his.
“Bring her, Demornae,” he rasped, “make her lose control. I want her sweet pussy to suck my cock. Be careful when you drink from her.”
Demornae cut Sonya's arm with a small knife and began sucking her blood while she tickled her clitoris. Sonya gasped in alarm and desire as she felt blood leaving her body as a rush of electric energy and volcanic heat descended to her twat. She wailed in ecstasy when her orgasm washed over her in a sea of ripples that overcame her writhing body.
Nimbus grunted at the fierce way her cunt squeezed his appendage and stole the last threads of his control from him. He cried out as he jabbed into her and sprayed his seed into her receptive womb. After a bit of panting he told Demornae to stop drinking from her. She seemed reluctant to stop, but acquiesced with a sigh.
“You have delicious blood, my dear, so sweet and decadent.” Demornae had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She plunged her tongue into Sonya's mouth and spread the sweet, metallic flavor of her own blood all over her taste buds.
Sonya gasped at the forbidden taste and struggled a moment before she felt Demornae's hands holding her down. Nimbus held her legs in place and licked her cunt clean. She mewled into the woman’s mouth, accepting the taboo offering of blood as she pushed her cleft deeper into the mouth of her controlling master.
“I see you have been broken enough to watch your master have sex with other women. Good for you, pet.” Demornae played with her hair, smiling when her eyes closed from the tender stimulation, “Your master has a right to take pleasure with anyone he wishes and it behooves you to see that he gets it. That was very naughty and ungrateful of you to runaway like you did. Do you know what happens to bad slaves who flee from their masters and mistresses?”
“No.”
“I will let Nimbus enlighten you. He is good to you. How many men would share their woman with another man or several at once?”
Her eyes widened in shock.
Demornae grinned. “You haven't been introduced to the euphoria of being used by a group of men at the same time, have you?”
“No!”
“She will,” Nimbus promised. “You are going to be raped by several friends of mine at once. Whether you consider it a reward or a punishment is your own affair. It shall bring me a great deal of pleasure.”
The idea, although intimidating, made her mons swell with need.
Demornae stood and redressed. “Now when you say several of your friends will be involved in this, do you mean five, or were you thinking more?”
He wore an evil smile. “I think twenty is a good number. Would you like that, whore?”
Sonya blushed. “I shouldn't.”
He laughed heartlessly at this. “But you will, because I require it and you don't have a choice. You will be fucked by twenty demons in the same night.”
She gasped in horror. “Not demons!”
“Yes, demons,” he growled. “You may as well join your body to what you will eventually become if you please me.”
“I can't, Nimbus, please!” She pleaded desperately, though curiosity plagued her to near insanity. Her body quivered in fear over his unspeakable suggestion and the way he glared at her objection.
Demornae walked toward the door. “Are you going to introduce her to the Seven Debaucheries?”
Nimbus stared Sonya down until she averted her eyes in shame. “Of course, she needs to be reminded of the object she is.”
“That is the ultimate way of making a woman feel like an objectified whore,” Demornae agreed, “Which is why I shall never participate in it, though it is a delight to watch.”
Sonya gulped nervously. “What are the Seven Debaucheries?”
“It's a sexual position in which a good deal of men are involved simultaneously with one woman, no taking turns,” Demornae explained.
She gasped. “How is that possible?”
“You will see,” Nimbus replied dryly.
Demornae thanked them for the gratification and left.
He pulled Sonya to her feet. “Redress me.”
She was happy to oblige, but scared to death about the depraved possibilities this Seven Debaucheries posed.
He grabbed her dress, but kept her nude. “Do you know where I'm taking you?”
Jude came into the stable. “I brought the carriage. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Nimbus led Sonya to a boxed carriage made of steel or some other metal. The carriage looked like ones prisoners were transported in.
Her spirit fell. “Where are you taking me?”
“Get in and I will tell you,” there was something dreadfully sinister in his tone.
She climbed in and sat on the hard seat, thankful when Nimbus tossed the blanket in with her.
“I'm taking you to the underworld.”
“No! Wait! Please!” She screamed, lunging for the door as it slammed shut and locked. The underworld was where the demons and other unholy creatures lived. No angels went there. No one would come for her once she was trapped inside that dark, hopeless kingdom and she would never be able to escape such a well guarded prison.
Jude read her mind. His countenance looked crafty from what she could see of him peeking in at her through the tiny window. “My dear slave, I do believe that is the point.”
Chapter Seven
The Underworld
Nimbus kept Sonya in the dungeon in perfect isolation, extracting her only to hitch her to a plow so she could break up the soil for the gardens and orchards some of his cloven-hoofed friends seemed intent on planting for food. She remained reticent during all of this and obeyed him down to the letter with neither question, nor complaint. She was complacent like he wanted, but her withdrawal irked him. He wanted more from her, needed it more than the incubus in him required sexual energy for optimum health and sustenance.
He hadn't slept with her since that day he took her and Demornae in the stable before they came down here to the underworld. There had been too much despair in Sonya's eyes over his recent treatment of her. She felt more than she was letting on and Nimbus knew it. He had felt too much coming together with her again. He used to be better at hiding it, conveying only his animal lust for her, but this last time when it was critical he withhold any kindness from her to put her in her place, he felt an unknown force pulling him toward her, something stoking the fires of a passion that ran more than skin-deep. This wasn't about instincts, or sustenance. This was something unreachable to the ravages of time and distance, something untouchable to any other living creature. Something singular between him and Sonya.
He could c
laim her against her will; make her his blood mate and a succubus. The bond that would be forged between them through the binding act would be too strong for her to fight. She would come to accept that they were fated to be together for eternity. She would be forced to worship him with her last breath. She would choose to burn with him forever rather than live a day without him. But that was exactly what he would have to do – force her. The blind allegiance she would give him after being mated to him would be worthless and insincere if she hadn't already given him her love before he turned her. Damn her.
Nimbus had some of the female demons wash and dress Sonya for the banquet they were having that night. Once they had her dressed and adorned they left her alone with him. She looked utterly stunning in her red dress with her hair pinned up into a loose chignon and black ringlets framing the side of her head. He stuck two unopened red rose buds in her hair atop the curls.
“Is there a ball?” she asked.
“You might say that. We are having a banquet. You are the entertainment.”
Her eyes became bitter, but there was no pain in them, only a weariness that gave her the affectation of someone who had lived longer than they wished to. “Am I to be stripped and humiliated?”
He brought a golden chalice up to her lips. “Drink this.”
“Is it poisoned?”
He ought to spank her for sassing him, but the sorrow she was holding inside kept him from doing so. “No. It's only wine. Now drink.”
She downed the contents like there was no tomorrow, or wine was soon to be outlawed. “What is it I am to do in order to entertain?”
“Dance.”
She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “In this dress?”
He kept his smile hidden. “Until you take it off. That is why you weren't given undergarments to wear beneath it. That way it would be easier for you to strip.”
“Is the entire underworld to be there?”
“No. This is a relatively small affair, only a few of my friends – about twenty.”
“What are you going to do with me if I conceive from all the intercourse?”
“You won't. I had an infertility spell placed on you temporarily. However, if you desire to have a child the spell can be reversed through the mating ritual.” Nimbus hoped he didn't sound as enthusiastic as he felt.
She stiffened. “That was considerate of you.”
“If by chance you did conceive I would raise the baby with you,” he murmured, tracing the smooth, copper skin of her plump arm.
“Do you not recall the Nephilim and the flood? Do you not suppose a demon-human hybrid would bring about a worse form of destruction?”
“This is precisely why incubi withdraw when copulating with human women. The few rebels that choose to breed with women are calling down the thunder, I suppose.” He lifted her chin, enforcing eye contact between them, “You are a fallen angel, Sonya. Any false piety you are holding onto is merely pride and self deception. There is no reward in heaven for those things, only damnation.”
Her eyes closed in misery.
“Let's go. You have guests to entertain.” He led her into one of the banquet halls where twenty of his friends were seated and dining at a long, rectangular table.
She faltered when she saw the gathering. “They look human.”
“They're not.”
“They won't touch me?”
“You know they will.” Nimbus lightly ushered her out into the open before the audience who clapped and cheered when they saw her. He seated himself as a few trolls nearby played various instruments. There were drums, a flute, a violin and a piano forte. He wouldn't have thought they would work together so well, but somehow the melody harmonized brilliantly. That was the reason he chose the combination of instruments, because some claimed they would be a chaotic mess together, but he was determined that they were meant to be heard as one voice...as he and Sonya were regardless of the opposing kingdoms they once belonged to.
She looked as though the music spoke to her. Nimbus hoped she liked it because it was a piece he wrote for her years ago. It had become sort of an anthem for a few of the lovers here, but she was the one it was intended for.
One glass of wine would hardly plunge her into drunkenness, but being a temperance woman, it should at least relax her enough to be able to perform without vomiting like she seemed about to when she first saw the crowd.
Sonya had been well taught by the succubi these past few weeks. They taught her to dance in a seductive manner, but didn't mention that she would be doing so before an audience tonight. She made a sultry figure swaying to the otherworldly beat of the drums and twirling like a striking vision to the soft, moving tone of the piano. Her expression was one of true neutrality, but her indifference was hypnotic as the violin cried out in anguish, exposing the haunted soul it truly was. The mournful voice of the flute wept softly at love lost, or perhaps merely in sexual torment over the way Sonya fondled and touched her own body.
The air was polluted with lust as the voyeurs burned with the primitive urges compelling them and the enticing display before them. The energy fed Nimbus, who was drained from weeks of abstinence save for masturbation. While sex fed him, he hadn't desired it as badly as normal since dragging Sonya down here. Her crushed spirit was bringing him down rather than appealing to the devil in him.
A few whistles and cheers from his comrades once she began sliding her elbow-length gloves off slowly while she danced and again when she undid her dress. She took her damned sweet time about getting it off. Nervousness may have been the culprit there, but his friends mistook it for playful teasing and were driven wild by her tempting prowess.
Nimbus thought he saw her glance over at him from the corner of her eye when she rolled her nipple between her fingers and gaped over the pleasure with her eyes closed. His cock hardened. Now she was being a tease. He wasn't even planning on taking her tonight, not until she begged him. He had every intention of watching the show she and his friends put on. However, seeing her touch herself made him want to recant that decision, but he must be strong.
Her hand slid down to her cleft and she parted it revealing the sheen of desire glistening in her folds. She rubbed her clit and swayed her hips. Nimbus nearly came from the sight of it. He must be strong, he must be strong. She plunged a finger into her cunt and groaned loudly, deliberately. Damn her.
The males cheered and some began stripping. Sonya sauntered over to the chair Nimbus sat in and climbed onto his lap. He wasn't sure if she was trying to get even with him by getting him riled, or simply trying to entice him into bed with her. Her dark brown eyes sang of vendetta and conquest as she ground her saturated crotch against his growing package and dragged her breasts up his body. He stifled a moan and gave her a reproving glare even as he smiled in approval. She was being dreadfully naughty.
His heart slammed into his ribcage when she grabbed the bulge in his breeches and squeezed. She pulled his erection out and ripped open his shirt. That was just her being an ass. When she dragged her tongue up the underbelly of his shaft, his ripped abs and on up to his muscular chest, well that was her being an angel, or a she-devil depending on how one looked at it. The rush of her near him and touching him again was magnificent.
“Are you losing your control, master,” she whispered.
Nimbus glared at her. He was about to explode with rapture from her wanton tongue, but he must stay in control. So she decided to taunt him? Was she hoping for a spanking, or to be fucked senseless? He could accommodate. She would find that he too could be a tease when he wanted to be. He would get even with his taunting little slave.
He knocked her to the ground and hovered over her. Sonya gasped, her full chest heaving with anticipation. He was strongly tempted to take her right then and there in front of these voyeurs, but that would be giving into her. Who was the master and who was the slave? He would remind her.
He coated his fingers in the lubricant with him and smeared the cream in her pussy. She was soak
ed enough and sighing with bliss as he prepared her, but she had no idea what was coming. How completely she would be stretched and filled tonight. He coated his fingers again and worked the lubricant into her anus, swearing under his breath at the way she rode his digits and fucked herself on them.
She gave him the faintest of smiles and the love light in her eyes made his heart clench. He suddenly wished they were alone together making love slowly instead of being exhibited in this banquet hall on the floor in front of his horny friends. He wanted to kiss her badly, but he stood and backed away.
She whined in protest and he felt a small sense of power at having aroused her and denied her as she had tried to do with him. He won and the way her fetching eyes narrowed at his defrauding of her made him want to laugh. She was such a sassy little thing.
She looked panicked when six of the men gathered around her at once. “Oh.”
Nimbus grinned. She was adorable and probably wondering where the seventh was. She would find out soon enough.
Two of the men reclined on their backs on the floor and Sonya was lowered onto them as they coaxed her to put their cocks inside of her. They held the roots for stability while they entered her snatch. Nimbus had given specific instructions to the men before this event. Only the tips of their cocks were to enter her during these dual penetrations so as not to injure her tight orifices. They were also not to shift into their true forms while coupling with her. Being human, she would be unable to take their tools in their other form and he didn't want them hurting her. When she became one of them, she would be capable of having sex with them in that form without sustaining injury. In fact, a wealth of filthy pleasure would be waiting for her once she became capable of opening her body to something so large.
Sonya trembled when she was gently pushed forward on her palms while two men straddled the legs of the reclining men. They lifted her gently so she was only on her knees now as they entered her ass from behind with only the tips of their erections. The men each gave a thrust, working together with the other man occupying the same hole and against the pair in the opposing orifice. They asked if she was all right. She nodded with a look of intense pain and pleasure written on her face. Two men stood in front of her brushing her face with their rigid lengths. She gasped in fright.