For a moment, he lifted my breasts in his hands, their weight resting in his wide palms. He feathered his thumbs across the nipples until they sprang up, hard and beaded. Then he fastened those clips on them, one to each erect nipple. That hurt, but not so much I couldn't bear it. The small pain also instantly made me hotter, hornier than ever. Right now I didn't care if the whole of Hades was watching. I wanted that huge black cock in me and I wanted it now!
I wrapped my arms around his neck and stretched up to kiss him. His lips were as hot as the rest of him, magic in their mobility, tasting of sweet aphrodisiac spices I didn't even know existed. His breath was both burning and somehow soothing as it drifted across my skin. I'd never been so hot in my life, so hungry, desperate and insatiable! His tongue slipped between my lips and stroked the inside of my mouth, traced along my teeth and into each cheek. His hands lowered from my breasts to cup my butt, fingers curling around my cheeks and squeezing. I thought I was going to explode.
"Please," I said breathlessly. "I'm going to die if you don't."
He laughed. "Strange choice of words there, princess. What is it you want?"
I'd never just blurted it out before. Matt would have apoplexy, but I sensed Aza would not make a move until I said it right out in plain words. "Fuck me," I said. "No more fooling around. Just do it!"
When he stood, he lifted me as if I weighed no more than a child. Then he turned and sat me on the table. He finished ripping the side of my shorts, pulling them out of his way. My thong went the same route. Then he was ramming that powerful cock into my dripping cunt, hard and fast. If I had said he'd never fit--which I thought--I'd have been wrong. I guess I'm bigger than I realized because he sure wasn't smaller! It would take two of Matt's cock to make Aza's, even though Matt isn't exactly under-endowed.
I bounced as the table rocked with the force of our movements. As flesh slapped on flesh, I clawed at his shoulders in my passion. If my nails marked his ebony skin, there was no sign of it later. I was moaning and whimpering, feeling the clips bite into my engorged nipples as his hard chest bore down on me. Finally the coiling tension inside burst in a whirling maelstrom that swallowed me whole. I came and came and came, until I felt like I was turned inside out. If he did also, I was too far gone to notice.
"There," he said, as the aftershocks started fading. "One worry laid to rest. You're definitely not frigid, sweetness. Do you believe that now?"
I think I nodded, still dizzy and shaken by the very biggest big O I'd ever even imagined. Only one tiny regret nibbled at the edges of my ecstasy. Why could it not have been that way with Matt? I loved him and I hardly even knew Aza. I guess I ought to feel guilty, like I was cheating, but I was here and Matt was still there, back home. I might never see him again, at least not for years and years. He'd never come here anyway.
For a second or two, I was so achingly homesick I wanted to cry. What a dolt you are. You just had the greatest sex ever and you're wishing you were home? Get a grip, girl!
"That's just a sample," Aza said, drawing my attention back to him and my surroundings. "But I think you get the idea."
Indeed I did. I liked it. I wanted more already.
Catching me by the waist in his big, long-fingered hands, he pulled me off the table. He set me on my feet just long enough to shift his hands as he spun me around to face the table, my back to him. Fisting one hand into my hair, he bent me over, until my whole torso rested on the table. The dingy marble felt cool against my overheated flesh. It also mashed the little glittering clips into my breasts enough to hurt, quite a bit. I wiggled, trying to ease the pressure, but he held me down.
Reaching between us with his free hand, he rubbed the side of it along my slit, spreading the sticky moisture across the labia. With a fingertip, he flicked my clit. It was still so sensitive and swollen, I thought I would fly apart at that touch.
I clutched the edge of the table, holding on for dear life, as he lifted my hips to ram his shaft into me once again. Maybe he didn't come a while ago, I thought vaguely before I became too lost in sensations to think at all. This position had him thrusting against the front of my vagina, that sensitive spot behind the clit on the inside. The G-spot they sometimes called it. Wow, oh wow.
I quivered from the roots of my hair to the bottom of my feet at the agonizing ecstasy exploding along my nerves. It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. I was going to dissolve into a zillion tiny shards if he didn't stop. Yet if he did stop, I was sure I would die--at once. Except I guess I'm already dead. I mean live people don't go to Hades, do they? What a weird idea, being dead and rutting like some kind of wild animals. This whole scene was really too bizarre.
As complete sensation took charge, I found I couldn't hold onto a thought long enough to analyze it. All I could do was let go completely, while this incredible pleasure-passion-pain took me where it would. The shattering explosive orgasm tore through me in waves, twisting and convulsing along my vagina.
As the aftershocks faded, I lay limp across the table, too wasted to move. This time I was pretty sure Aza came too. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before drawing free of me. I could hear him breathing in heavy panting gasps for a few moments. My own lungs sucked in greedy breaths, while blood pounded through my head with every heartbeat.
"By now you know there's no question about you being inadequate in the sex department, right, sweetness?"
I nodded, barely bobbing my head.
"Nothing could be much farther from the truth, right? In fact, some would pronounce you hot as a two-dollar pistol."
"Saturday night special," I supplied, from the current vernacular.
"Whatever," Asa said negligently. He grabbed my arm, the left one, dragging me to my feet. "Come on. We've got many more places to go."
Surprisingly, I really didn't feel tired once I turned to follow Asa from the club. The place was beginning to quiet down now. The band had either left or were taking a break. In couples and groups, the crowd began to drift off.
I couldn't tell how far we walked, maybe a few blocks in normal distance. I have trouble estimating here. There are no landmarks and not a lot of light. Even moving feels different somehow. It's more like the ground moves under your feet than you're moving over it.
Finally we came to what might pass for a neighborhood, sprawling houses or villas along a chasm where a river of fire ran, deep between black cliffs. Entering one, we found a group sitting around on a kind of patio. I was growing used to seeing strange beings. I don't know whether to call them people or not. Anyway, a tall, blue female stood and came to meet us.
As Asa was ebon black, she was electric blue, all of her, and, of course, quite nude. I was nearly bare myself now, although I had grabbed a cloth off one table as we left the club to fashion myself a brief sort of sarong since my shorts and panties were shredded beyond salvage. I wasn't really sure what had become of my top. I felt a moment's regret for the expensive bra. Well, no use weeping over a bit of lost ca-ching.
Asa pushed me forward with a kind of proprietary pride. "Meet my new recruit. She just arrived this evening. I saw promise in her and decided to induct her into our circle."
The blue lady smiled a toothy bright smile, much like his. "What a cute, little thing. How did you come to be in Hades, child?"
I bridled at being called a child. "I'll have you know I'm...well I was...twenty-three. I'm not sure how I got here. I think there was an accident."
Asa laughed. "Don't take offense, sweet thing. This is my sister Zazara. She's younger than I am and hates to be reminded of it." He cuffed her on the shoulder as he spoke, looking at her instead of me as he continued, "Behave yourself, kid. You don't want to give our guest a bad impression of demonry."
Zazara sniffed. "Don't go lording it over me, just because you're a bit older. That's not necessarily a good thing. Anyway, it's obvious she can't stay. She's not--"
"Hush! She's here for a reason. We haven't completed everything yet."
They we
re discussing me now as if I was deaf or not there at all. I tugged at Aza's arm.
"What did she mean? Why can't I stay? I mean I have to be somewhere."
He looked a bit uncomfortable. "I think you'll be going back, babe. It's one of those things. Don't you want to learn a bit more about being bad? Learn the tricks to having a really good time and turning a male into a raving demon, a veritable sex maniac?"
Thinking of Matt and his controlled, constrained ways, I nodded. "Yes, that'd be helpful if I really am going to go back. What's next? I mean what else is there to do?"
"We've barely gotten started," he said. "'Zara, get Baelthane to join us. We can introduce our visitor to the pleasures of a real orgy."
When Zazara beckoned, one male detached himself from the group and ambled over to join us. I know I stared. He was odd, even in comparison with Asa and 'Zara. I'll never think of myself as "white" again, for sure. This dude Bael was white, alabaster white, totally lacking in color. He wore a scrap of scarlet, a kind of loin cloth, but his body was utterly white--hair, eyes, everything. The effect was extremely odd. Apparently he and 'Zara were something of a couple. He slung an arm across her shoulders as he stopped beside her.
"What's happening?" he asked.
'Zara shot me a sharp glance before she smiled up at Bael. "Aza wants us to help teach his guest a few more tricks. One on one is a bit too tame. The three of us can show her some things I'm sure a sheltered, little earthling would never experience."
With a lazy wave of her hand, 'Zara assembled a pile of cushions, plump pillows and mats enough to create a comfy sprawling space for the four of us. I stayed close to Aza, not quite trusting or feeling comfortable with his blue sister. I got the distinct impression she didn't like me. Maybe she was also concerned Bael might start liking me too much.
Bael reclined on a heap of pillows, unwinding his loincloth as he lay back. He was not as impressively hung as Aza, but adequately endowed. 'Zara sank to her knees between his spread legs.
"Pay close attention," she said, with a hint of a hiss. "Here's one of the best ways to please a male. If you exercise proper control, you can tease him to distraction and make him so hot he'll do anything you ask to earn his release. Of course, without finesse, it's just another blow job, like that creature gave your leader."
With that, 'Zara took Bael's marble-white cock in her hand and bent to taste him. I swear she had a forked tongue. She put it to good use, swirling it around his prick, lapping the length of it, deftly teasing until he was hard as stone. I wasn't sure how Matt would react if I tried that, but I vowed I'd try, if I ever got the chance.
Bael was soon writhing and groaning, pumping into 'Zara's mouth. True to her word, she didn't allow him to climax. Whenever it seemed he was on the verge of it, she drew back. She either simply held him, flicked his balls with one long, blue nail or drew all four fingers the length of his cock, scratching enough it had to hurt. Then, before he subsided, she had him in her mouth again.
"Now let's see what you can do," Aza said, calling my attention back to him. He, too, sprawled back across the cushions. I crawled around to settle between his strong thighs. His cock was already half stiff. Face to face with it, I was more than a little intimidated. I mean he was big. Even if he'd fit into my cunt, it seemed like a lot more than a mouthful.
I drew in a breath, then wiped my hand across my mouth, trying to come to terms with what I was about to do. Bending down, I tentatively swiped my tongue across the head of his cock. He tasted a bit salty or like salt mixed with baking soda. It was odd, but not unpleasant. His flesh was warm, a weird combination of soft-hard that intrigued me. After licking a while, I got bold enough to fit my mouth over the head of his cock. I found I could. By relaxing my throat, I could take maybe half his length.
Once I got past the fear and a tendency to gag, I began to suck and bob up and down as 'Zara had done with Bael. Aza watched me with a strange glitter in his eyes. I found myself wishing that my hair was longer. Then it would swing down and brush along his legs, maybe even against his balls. I felt sure it would tickle in a pleasantly stimulating way. For a moment I kind of lost myself in the repetitive motions.
Suddenly 'Zara grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked me upright. "Slow down, fool. He'll come in another minute at that rate. You earthlings have no appreciation for the eroticism of denial, of dragging out the final satisfaction as long as possible. Instant gratification is all you know!"
She sounded completely disgusted. I was torn between embarrassment and anger. She'd let go, but that jerk on my hair had hurt like –well, like hell! I was on the verge of getting mad.
"Leave her be," Aza said in a lazy voice. "She's going to be more than a match for that stick-in-the-mud doctor when we're done. It's not as if she had to abide by all of our ways."
'Zara sniffed indignantly. "I thought you intended to teach her, not just enjoy a bit of strange pussy and some mouth-fucking. Honestly, Aza, I thought you had more taste!"
I wasn't sure what to do now. I looked up at Aza for guidance. Before he could say anything more, 'Zara and Bael both sprawled down beside us. All at once I felt a warm, wet tongue sliding up my slit and 'Zara's long nails scraping very lightly across my breasts. After that I quickly lost track of who was doing what to whom. There were hands and mouths and tongues and cocks every which way. I just shut my eyes and kind of went with the flow.
It was hard to concentrate on Aza's cock--or maybe by now it was Bael's, although it seemed larger. But anyway, with a forked tongue teasing around my clit, while someone's finger was probing into my pussy, and a hand clutched at one breast, as another drew the chain tight so the clips pulled at my nipples, I just kind of lost it. I didn't know a person could feel so much at one time, until it all just kind of blurred together into a hodgepodge of sensations that took me to the brink and then retreated so many times I totally lost track. It was like being drunk or high or both.
I guess I may have simply passed out from a sensory overload. Anyway, when I came back to awareness again, I was alone with Aza. We were still on a pile of pillows, but no longer seemed to be in the same place we'd been with 'Zara and Bael.
I kind of ached all over from having been tensed up just short of coming so many times. I was a bit sore inside, too, from the probing of Aza's long dong, maybe Bael's and who knew what else. At one point it had seemed to me that 'Zara had a dildo strapped on, which she used on Bael's ass and, for all I knew, on me, too. It was all just as mixed up as, well, scrambled eggs in my mind. This time I really was tired. I didn't think I could get up and walk anywhere to save my soul!
I looked up at Aza, who reclined, propped on one arm, gazing down at me with a pensive expression. He smiled, but with less show of teeth than before.
"Well, Earth-girl, what do you think?"
I shook my head. "Think? I haven't got a clue, Aza. I'd never have guessed half of this was even possible, much less that it could feel so good in kind of an awful way! Is there anything else?"
"Oh, hell, yes. We've hardly scratched the surface, but I don't think you're ready for spanking, stretching, bondage and real pain. I doubt your friend the doctor would be inclined that way either. If you want to explore that on your own, feel free, but I'm not going to initiate you into it at this point."
I lay there quietly for a moment, trying to assimilate all of it and maybe to frame the question nagging at the back of my mind. "Is it really true I'm not going to be staying here? Does that mean I'm not really, well, not dead after all?"
"Apparently not, sugar. I didn't realize it at first. In fact 'Zara noticed before I did that your aura was wrong for a newly dead person. You left your body. On Earth they probably think you're in a coma, but your heart is still working and your brain still functions in limited ways."
I looked at him, hearing, but not fully understanding what he was saying. It was very confusing. I was so terribly tired, feeling kind of fuzzy.
"Actually, it's up to you--you can choose to go b
ack or not. One could say you've had a near death experience, but one a bit different than those normally reported. Apparently you were unhappy at the moment your body came near to death, so you just left it. Understandable. I hear things are so dismal on Earth that for one to go to hell is a bit redundant, maybe more like taking a vacation. I haven't been there for a long, long time, but that's what I've heard."
I thought about it. I remembered then the day leading up to the accident, how depressed I'd been and everything. Now I felt like I had the power to control my own pleasure, at least a lot more than before. I was pretty sure I could get Matt so hot he'd lose control completely. Then I'd have him at my mercy. The prospect excited me, even though my body was too sated to react in more than a most minimal way.
I drew in a slow breath and let it out, smelling the sulphurous, smoky scent in the air. I missed even the scent of exhaust and dust, to say nothing of the way the desert smelled when it rained, the roses in Mom's garden, the sweet powder-and-soap smell of babies, even the odors of the children in University Hospital.
"I think I'd like to go back," I said. "Up until now, I really haven't lived. I existed, but that was about all. I'll be a lot more aware of things now. I'm pretty sure I can liven up my relationship with Matt so we'll both be totally satisfied. I'd like to try anyway."
His smile seemed to hold just a hint of regret or sadness. "I guessed as much. I really don't blame you. It's been fun, sweetness, and I wish you all the best. If you get by this way again, look me up, okay? You've got great potential for being bad in a good way. For me, your having a soul adds to your appeal, gives you something 'Zara and the others can never have. I might miss that, just a bit."
I struggled to my feet, clutching the checkered table cloth around me, all at once not wanting to be nude anymore. "I appreciate all you did, Aza. I really do. I'm going to owe you a lot if things work out like I hope they will. Of course, I can't tell anyone about my adventure, but I'll know. Maybe that's all that matters."
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