The Goddess’ Gentle Force

CW: Consensual nonconsent, praise during a CNC scene, religious play

You are my toy.

Treasured. Beloved. Precious. And a toy.

Toys don’t make choices. Toys are playthings, toys are played with. They can’t say yes, and they can’t say “No”.

It was a date night when we got to bed and you decided to be a little bratty and say “No.”

I considered a beating for the night, a bit of brutalization. Violently having my way with you while choking you out. Forcing myself on you like a savage, cruel beast.

I considered reminding you that I was a Goddess, and that you were mortal – that you literally prayed to me for strength when we were apart, that you kept a token of your worship on me on your altar, that you wore my sigil like a Christian would wear a cross.

So when you said “No” in that snarky, bratty tone, expecting a slap and getting a fist in your hair for a rough, savage scene… I reached out and gently stroked your cheek.

“I didn’t ask you if I was going to play with you, I proclaimed it,” I said, before pushing you back on the bed.

You, of course, tried to sit back up but I gently put a hand near the top of your chest and shoved you back down. My hand was massive on your chest, you were surprised with how it seemed effortless when I held you down.

You tried to push off the bed and kick your feet off, but I casually grabbed your leg and pulled it off the bed, letting you yelp.

Leaning in, I planted a soft kiss on your collarbone, sending a shiver up your spine as you gasped, grabbing at my hair and trying to pull me off. “Stop,” you said, obviously wanting me not to stop, but also confused as to why I wasn’t responding by hitting you.

I didn’t need to hit you. My fingertips traced up your thigh. Clamping your thighs closed did nothing to stop me; I just balled my fist and twisted it, leading you to let out a yelp as effortlessly, I forced them open, before I lightly ran my fingertips up and down the slit of your cunt, leaving you gasping very slightly.

“Is that all you got?” You said, grunting and desperately trying to shift your hips as you tried to get my hand away, grinning like a little brat, before your whole body was suddenly – and easily – shifted when I grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, before holding onto both wrists with one of my hands.

“It’s all I need to use to play with my beautiful toy,” I said to you, reaching up and petting your hair affectionately. Your eyes softened as you felt your cunt throb at the complement, before you suddenly realized just what I said; it was all I needed.

You started kicking at me, yelling out and trying your hardest to break free. Suddenly, you were a little more serious; trying your hardest to make me actually have to try. You managed to break one of your arms free from my grip and took a swing at my head with your fist while trying to stand up, a look of determination glinting on your eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a yelp as I grabbed your legs and jerked them forward, the motion forcing your back onto the bed and your hips up as I positioned myself in front of you. “You may fight,” I gave you permission.

And fight you did. Desperately you tried to keep your legs closed, tried to get up, tried to struggle and fight and tell me to stop, but you were still wearing your holy symbol around your neck and you hadn’t safeworded, so it didn’t matter that you told me to stop.

You’re my toy, and I am a Goddess, not a simple human. It was effortless to force the legs of a toy apart, the blow to the side of my head meant nothing because of your relative weakness and my positioning, and the words you barked at me, telling me to stop did nothing to keep me from driving my cock into you.

You let out a gasp as your cunt clamped down on me and you stopped fighting; your body obeyed the woman who owned it. Desperately, you, the former owner who sacrificed it to me, tried to make it obey by trying to kick me out, but that was no good; your legs went up on my shoulders and I leaned in, folding you up slightly as I grabbed your wrists.

The way I took you left you *soaking wet*; just as wet as if I had beaten you. The look in your eyes of helplessness made my cock twitch, and the way I owned your body more than you did excited me.

“Good toy,” I praised you as I pulled my hips back and thrust them down into you.

You let out a soft whimper, groaning as your hips bucked back against mine; you tried to pull your arms away, but my body didn’t move even a little; not even a shred of reaction.

I loved the feeling of your cunt wrapped around me as feminine, high pitched moans escaped my lips. Every thrust was deep and intense, as I buried myself inside of you with every motion. Desperately, you tried not to cum, but you felt it coming every thrust.

“Your body feels so good,” I said as I looked into your eyes lovingly, gazing into the eyes of my toy. “You make me so happy when I play with you,” I said, seeing that even as you were trying to fight, you couldn’t help but smile a bit, even as you began to sob a little.

You knew that you were a toy, that you didn’t have control. You knew that your body obeyed me over you, and that even if you fought it meant nothing, because a toy can’t beat the goddess it belonged to.

But in those moments, you knew just how big the gap was. As I filled you with my cock with every thrust, you knew that this strength was here to protect you too, that this strength was a reward for your worship.

“Now,” I said, looking into your eyes and letting one wrist go, grabbing your chin lightly and forcing you to look up at me without any violence as I started down at you. “Pray to me by cumming.”

You had no choice. An orgasm rushed over you, pushed onto you. Your entire body tensed as you shook under me, letting out a tiny cry of pleasure, tightening around my cock.

“Good toy,” you were praised as you were forced to cum.

As you tightened, that just made me push harder into you, pushing my shoulders forward and bending you back a little further. My thrusts grew more intense as I grabbed your hips, letting your wrists go while pulling you onto me. “You do your job so well, my toy. And to look so good as you do it.”

Your whole body shook as your senses went slightly numb and your body tried to scream but no sound came out. Your cunt gushed all over me as I continued to pull you onto me as effortlessly as fucking a cocksleeve, treating you with all the ease of one – but the care of a cocksleeve that happened to be my prized possession.

Because you were. You knew it. The way I touched you, held you down delicately, caused you no pain as I made it clear that your will was being taken from you…

That thought was interrupted and replaced with satisfaction as you felt my cock burst inside of you, filling you with hot, thick, fertile cum as you let out another howl and gave yourself to me and began worshipping me. Worshipping and praising, babbling words of love and affection and belonging as you soaked my cock the way you were meant to.

“Good toy. I love you, I love your praise. You make me a proud goddess,” I said as I panted, looking down at you all the while, stopping for a moment as I kept myself buried as deep as I physically could, reaching up and grabbing your hands and interlacing my fingers with yours, squeezing your hands as my sweaty body pressed against yours.

“Now, for being a good toy,” I said softly before kissing your forehead. “I’m going to reward you,” I told you before pulling out to grab your hips and flip you over – forcefully enough to move you but delicately to not hurt you even a little.

You weren’t given an option when I pushed your head down gently, thrust my still-hard cock back into you and wrapped my arms around you from behind, pressing my breasts into your back, letting you feel the weight of my body pinning you to the bed like a weighted blanket as your sore, sensitive cunt happily accepted more of it’s owner burying herself in it.

And then, without any option, I slowly pushed myself even further into you and squeezed you again, as you let out a pleasured cry.

“Thank you, my Goddess,” you said, trembling and shaking, praising and worshipping your diety as she continued to use you, play with you, and give you the loving reminder that you were the plaything of a woman who called herself a Goddess.

Overstim Time

You asked to be overstimulated, and I obliged. Of course, I asked if you were absolutely sure, but you said yes, so with a smile, I agreed.

I just hope that this isn’t too much for you.

When I put a blindfold over your eyes, I hope it’s not too much to have your sight taken.

And the earplugs, keeping you from hearing a single thing, that’s not too much, is it?

What about when I grab your hair, pull back firmly, and use my panties to gag you before sliding a mask over? That isn’t too much, is it?

Well, I suppose at this point, you can’t really do all that much, can you?

I hope you won’t mind, then, when I slowly lean in to sink my teeth into your shoulder, sucking hard and focusing all of your attention onto that spot. I know you can’t hear, but I’m sure you can feel the vibration of my growls running through your shoulder, up along the side of your neck. I’m sure you can feel my body pressed against yours…

You can still take, it, can’t you? We both know your safe motion is to just tap anywhere repeatdly.

But… there’s no taps, so I get to keep going, don’t I?

Then why don’t I tie your hands behind your back, using the rope to ever so slightly bind your breasts – not with too much pressure, of course, but enough – and restrain your arms, make you even more helpless.

That’s not all that’s in store for you, though; the feeling of my fingers in your hair is all you’re going to have to focus before I force your head down against the mattress of the bed, my free hand gently, tenderly caressing your ass.

Because you know what’s coming next, don’t you? Even if you don’t, I’m sure you’ll understand when you feel me spread your ass cheeks and let cool, slick lube cover and fill your asshole. I’m sure you’ll understand as the hand that was in your hair tenderly, gently caresses your back.

Until I’m slowly, gently, tenderly pushing a small, well lubricated silicone plug into your asshole. The way that I hear you moan under that gag makes me want to be rougher, but I know to be tender, I know to be sweet. I know not to hurt you… much.

I know to slide the plug in just a little bit, and to pull it back. I know to watch you involuntarily thrust your hips and listen to your gagged voice for those muffled, low moans. I know to take my time and gently push the toy in just a little deeper, bit by bit, piece by piece…. until that last moment when the plug slides all the way in and a small gasp is captured by my panties in your lips, and suddenly I feel your body go ever so slightly more slack against me.

It’s not time to be slack, though; it’s time to roll you over onto your side. Not your back, of course, your hands are behind your back and that might be uncomfortable. Instead, I’m going to roll you over onto your side as I carefully wrap your hips in rope. I know you can’t quite tell what I’m doing, but the way I feel your limp body relax, I know that you trust me.

And you’re safe.

As I press something familiar against your cunt, I gingerly take a minute to reach down and notice that you’re wet, and I smile, kissing your forehead. “You’re a good plaything.” Even if the earplugs muffle everything and make me unsure you can hear it, it’s still important to praise you. I want to praise you.

Finally, it’s time to turn the wireless wand on it’s lowest setting, and the moment I do, your body almost seems to alight with pleasure as you squirm and flail, hips lightly grinding, wanting more.

“Patience, plaything,” I say pointlessly, before I grab you, roughly pulling you into my lap facing me, pressing my breasts against your torso.

It’s not time yet, though. I know you can feel my cock pressed up against your thigh, and you can feel it throbbing, but I have two more last touches before I can truly torment you.

Grinding up against you, I decided to enjoy the sight of you writhing and whimpering in my lap for a moment. Listen to you whimpering and moaning, feel you bucking against me, giving me a chance to tease you with small kisses against your chest. I know you want my cock, and you’ve almost earned it.

Next, I pull out two last devices, and putting a small breast pump against your left nipple before turning it on. The cry that manages to break through the gag forces a smile onto my lips. The way I feel you tense and relax, squirm, desperately try to move in such a way that will let you get my cock into you is simply adorable. And I respond to that adorableness by putting a second pump onto your other nipple, causing you to shake and squirm and gasp and lean forward against me, grinding like an animal begging to be bred.

Reaching around, I gently pet your hair. “Good plaything. And now, it’s ti…. oop!” I almost forgot one thing. Reaching down onto a spot on the bed next to me, I press a small remove and the plug in your ass shoots to life, vibrating lightly, as well as pulsating softly. The way you stiffen up and moan just makes me laugh.

“And now…it’s time,” I say, grabbing your hips and using my strength to lift you up, before gently moving my hips, teasing, finding the right angle… And pulling you down onto my cock with a growl.

Now it’s time to really overstim you.

Those Runes Will Grant Their Sluttiest Wish

CW: Startling by a stranger appearing in a bedroom, degradation, choking, forced truth telling

Quarantine was, to be completely honest, driving Orion up the fucking wall. It had been at least three months since they had been able to go out to the sex clubs, three weeks since they had even a half-decent booty call – if they were being honest, they were starting to consider responding to one of those idiots on Tinder who kept calling them baby girl.

One of them did have a pretty decent looking dick; maybe, just maybe they could ignore a little bit of misgendering for a few hours as long as the idiot was willing to shut up and give them some nice dick.

That was, at least, until they received an email from one of their old fuckbuddies – one who, being immunocompromised, couldn’t really risk coming out and playing. In the email were some instructions; strange, arcane instructions that involved using a drawing app to create a circle and some runes. The sight made Orion chuckle; it was supposed to be a ‘lust charm’ to lead someone to meeting someone who would be a good match for them sexually, and the fuckbuddy guaranteed it would work.

“Well, why not?” Orion asked themselves and laid down on their bed, downloading the app and beginning to get to work scribbling in the ‘runes’ that were there. It was just a bit of a fun game, and who knows; Orion wasn’t really the type to believe in this stuff literally, but it’s not as if a little bit of witchy silliness would worsen their day.

After finishing the runes and ‘summoning circle’ the way they wanted to, Orion paused and hit submit, wiggling their butt a bit in the air as they laid on their front. It would be sent to the app’s site, and be used to generate some silly horoscope.

“I wonder what it’ll say…” they said, inhaling with bated breath.

“You called?” a voice came from the other side of Orion’s room, causing them to jump and shriek, flipping on their bed and backing up to see… A demon. Orion started to scream again, but with a snap of black-nailed fingers, that scream was silenced and Orion couldn’t make any sound.

Seated on a throne that came out of nowhere was a massive woman. With bronze skin, smoldering red eyes, and horns, she casually glanced at Orion with a soft smile, swirling a bubbly red drink in a wine glass before taking a sip. “It’s your first time, isn’t it?”

Orion tried to speak, but no sound came out. They tried to knock on their wooden nightstand, but even as they felt their knuckles rap against the wood, there was no sound.

“I’m going to return sound to you, so please don’t scream,” the woman said, uncrossing her legs to show off a massive cock before leaning in and, with a grin that bared fangs, she snapped again.

Orion let out a gasp and swallowed. “You… you’re a demon,” they said incredulously.

“Demon goddess,” she responded, wagging her finger like she was lightly telling off a naughty child. “I am the demon goddess Gremory, and I’m here because you summoned me. Now… Care for a soda?” she asked, drawing from nowhere a can of mysterious red soda with inscrutable writing on it.

Orion was taken aback. “…Soda?”

“Listen, child of man, when you’re a Goddess, you can drink what you want.”

Orion couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, and took the drink, nodding thankfully. Orion sat up on their bed, and relaxed, looking the demon up and down. A soft face, powerful looking arms and legs, rather large breasts that had to be nearly a D-cup (But not nearly as big as their own), and not a hair other than the ones on her head. Gazing into those monstrous, blood-red eyes, Orion felt excitement and swallowed nervously, looking away.

“Your runes told me that… you’re looking to find a lover, yes?” Gremory said as she glanced around. “Not a boyfriend or girlfriend per se, you just need some dick, huh?”

Orion felt their cheeks burning and looked down. “yes”, they said, suddenly feeling rather small.

“I believe…” Gremory pulled a scroll up that had the runes on it, glancing along it. “You don’t care if it’s attached or not. Well, you would kinda like it to be attached, because it’s been too long since you’ve been creampied.”

Orion’s thighs clamped together and they blushed, and tried to shake their head, but something made them nod. Orion squeaked, and didn’t even notice Gremory come closer until a sharp nailed finger pressed the bottom of their chin and pushed up to make Orion look at Gremory.

“You can’t lie to me.” That voice full of authority made Orion melt softly, and caused their breath to grow short and hitched. “Before me, your secrets will be laid bare. Thus is the nature of the contract. You gave yourself to me. You should just be thankful that I plan to give you back to yourself when you’re done,” Gremory warned with a smile.

Orion’s eyes grew wider. “What… do you mean?”

“I mean…” Orion blinked and Gremory wasn’t in front of them anymore. A hand on their shoulder at first made Orion jump, but then relax. “Until I’m done, you. Belong. To me. That’s the contract,” Gremory whispered in their ear. Orion shook and swallowed as Gremory slowly reached around and slowly traced a nail up Orion’s chest, between their breasts. That nail didn’t even touch the shirt Orion was wearing, just phasing through it.

“Normally, I just make my followers make me a meal or write me a song in exchange for fulfilling their wish and freeing them, but that isn’t what you want, is it?” she whispered in Orion’s ear. Orion blushed and hung their head, shaking it.

“You would have asked me to find you a way to safely have a lover, but right now all you want is this cock of mine,” Gremory stated. It wasn’t a question.

Orion tried to shyly refuse or play coy, but when they opened their mouth, all that came out was “Yes, ma’am.”

Gremory giggled. “I thought so,” that low husky voice said as the demon reached around Orion and grabbed the soda from their hands and delicately pulled it away and set it down on the human’s nightstand.

“So… Is that your wish?” Gremory asked. “To be pinned down, violated, used like a toy, made into little more than a demon’s fuckhole?”

Every idea filled Orion’s head with thoughts and ideas. “N-” they nearly said ‘no’, their shyness forcing them to try to resist even though they wanted nothing more than to say yes; they had only met this demon minutes ago, they barely knew them, this wasn’t what they were expecting for the day.

But Orion realized that they nearly said ‘no’. They could say no. Gremory didn’t take their ability to consent.

They turned around and looked at Gremory; she was over six feet tall and sitting cross-legged, swaying back and forth with a slightly dopey grin on her face. This was the same woman that, a moment ago, was saying such overwhelmingly sexy things that Orion still felt their cunt wet, hot, and throbbing.

A part of Orion told them that Gremory was dangerous. Not because they could hide their obvious sadism behind an unassuming, eccentric face that loved soda and bounced around like a girl with a fidget. The danger was that this demon was an eccentric who would happily take a home cooked meal in exchange for finding them some dick, that they did have a fidget, and that if Orion said yes they would likely fuck Orion to death. The danger was that this demon was so earnest and passionate that Orion didn’t want to say no.

Orion sat up. Cleared their throat. Tried to ignore the pounding in their chest and focused on the heat between their legs. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Gremory asked with a coy smile, pretending not to know exactly what Orion meant.

“I… consent.” they said, swallowing.

“Consent to what?” she fluttered her eyelashes – long, beautiful eyelashes that could entrance a person like Orion. Orion blushed, embarrassment growing. Gremory was fucking with them.

“Consent to sex with you,” Orion said, barely able to say it.

Gremory overacted and pretended to be innocent. “Sex with me? Little old me?” Suddenly that coy voice dropped into a darker, more commanding voice. “Tell me what, exactly you want, Orion.”

“I want you to use me. I want you to make me feel like a slut,” Orion said as Gremory approached them on the bed, getting on all fours.

“Like a slut?” Gremory said as they leaned in close, grabbing Orion’s neck and pushing them down, reaching up and snapping with their free hand, Orion’s clothes melting off their body and onto the floor where they became solid again. “And why should I?” The hand on Orion’s neck began to squeeze.

“Because… I am one,” Orion said, instinctively reaching up to grab Gremory’s wrist – a move which got their face slapped. Orion let out a soft cry and moaned, their cunt clamping down on nothing as the sting of the blow rang through their senses.

Gremory pressed their weight down against Orion and grinded, their cock growing bigger, thicker, harder, beginning to throb just likely. “Because you’re what?” she demanded with a snarl, locking their blood red eyes with Orion’s.

“Because I’m a slut,” Orion gasped out, feeling less and less oxygen running to their brain. “Because I’m a slut and I need dick. Please, Goddess Gremory,” they writhed and moaned, hips bucking up unconsciously. The feeling of Gremory’s cock twitching just outside their cunt drove them wild, filled them with need, made them crave it.

“And what do sluts deserve?” Those nails reached between their bodies and dug softly between Orion’s breasts, leaving a red line running down as they moaned and whimpered, squirming and choking.

“We deserve to be used. Please, please use me,” Orion begged, whimpering and pleading and looking up. Their vision was getting blurry. Their muscles growing weaker. Their cunt throbbing harder.

“If that’s what you need…. Then I suppose I can give it to you,” The demon goddess said, looking down at them and snapping once, before in a single violent motion, moving off of Orion, grabbing them by the side and flipping them onto their front. A soft squeak was all that could escape Orion before nails dug into their scalp and hip and forced them up onto their hands and knees, forcing them to lock eyes with themselves in the mirror that had been summoned at the foot of their bed.

Orion didn’t have time to reorient themselves mentally before Gremory’s cock was buried in their cunt. Orion opened their mouth to scream before, with a snap, their mouth was sealed with a gag; not just any gag, but a small four inch dildo that had been forced into their mouth along with cloth to keep it sealed inside. Curiously enough, even though it was clearly a dildo, it throbbed from some kind of component inside. The feeling of a massive unholy cock forced into them from behind and one that was throbbing in their mouth made Orion feel high.

Gazing in the mirror, they saw themselves; massive breasts hanging down, hazy half-lidded eyes looking horny and helpless. A violent, tall woman behind them, slowly testing their cunt out with very slow thrusts and deep grinding, a look of playful cruelty on Gremory’s face as she explored Orion’s body. Orion clamped down hard on the cock throbbing inside of her, grinding back against it, moaning softly into the cock gag.

“That’s it… that’s a good slut,” Gremory said, petting Orion’s hair for a moment. Slowly, Orion tried to look back, but that gentle hand became a grabbing fist and forced Orion to look in the mirror, to watch themselves be violated.

At that, Gremory practically attacked, pulling back slowly and tenderly before driving herself into Orion so hard that it knocked them down off their knees, a rush of pain and bliss tearing through them as they cried out.

“Hips – up – you stupid piece of fuckmeat!” Gremory snarled and pulled back hard on Orion, forcing them back into position before beginning to drive herself into Orion.

Every thrust rocked Orion’s body, made their belly shake under them, made their breasts wobble, drove waves of force through their ass and nearly knocked Orion down again. It took every ounce of Orion’s balance not to fall down again, as pleasure practically tore the human asunder.

Before even a minute passed they screamed into the cockgag that was in their mouth, an orgasm tearing through them and making them clamp down on the monstrous cock inside of them, forcing them to collapse onto the bed for a moment.

“I told you – hips up” a demonic voice came from behind them as Gremory leaned in and pulled back, forcing Orion up by an arm around their neck as they kept pounding away.

Orgasm after orgasm tore through Orion. They screamed and howled into the gag, legs shaking and tense, giving up and letting themselves nearly collapse like a puppet with strings cut. Orion couldn’t struggle or fight or even stay in the position they were told to again and again – Gremory held them up by a hip and by their neck.

Their vision went blurry as they felt their cunt clamp down on the cock that got harder and harder inside of them. It felt like their voice shattered as their scream stopped. They stopped seeing themselves in the mirror being fucked – instead there was nothing more than a toy being used by a goddess.

With a roar, Gremory let loose their orgasm, burying their cum deep inside of Orion. At this point, Orion couldn’t even scream, all they could do was black out, their sight and sound failing. All they had now was the smell of sweat, the feeling of a cock tearing into them so hard it nearly hurt, the feeling of heat filling them, of hot cum filling their cunt up the way they had needed it so badly.

Gremory didn’t stop. The demon goddess kept fucking them, harder and harder through her orgasm, growling and howling and digging nails into their hip so bad that the feeling of cool blood lightly dribbled down Orion’s side.

Gremory kept pounding Orion with their still-hard cock even after cumming until it hurt so bad that Orion couldn’t stand it, but couldn’t stand for it to stop – every thrust nearly tipped them over the edge again and again. It only stopped with Gremory collapsed on top of Orion, panting and growling, moaning and grinding. The demon’s weight pressed down onto Orion, filling them with a feeling of satiation, of bliss. Orion was a toy, a demon goddess’ plaything. It was everything Orion ever wanted, it was everything Orion needed.

Weakly, as Gremory laid their, growling, their body refusing to stop despite having collapsed, slow, gentle thrusts sending small waves of ecstasy through Orion’s aching, overused cunt, the human murmured and reached up to weakly snuggle the arm that stayed around their neck. Slowly, the demon goddess stopped grinding and slowly, the arm not around Orion’s neck slid under their midsection, and softly she hugged Orion with the strength of a monster but the softness of a goddess.

Letting themselves be wrapped in Gremory’s divine scent and powerful arms, Orion closed their eyes and let unconsciousness take them.

Late For The Gangbang

CW: Degrading language, dehumanizing language, breathplay, bondage and BDSM

Jenna knocked slowly on the door to her boyfriend’s apartment and let herself in with the key Seth gave her. He had told her to come over for a quick booty call after she got off work, even though it was already midnight. She knew that his boyfriend had already been over and they had played some, but… well, ever since Seth started the testosterone, the man was insatiable, and she was more than happy to play along.

No response as she entered, though. The slightest sound of a buzz, which made Jenna give a low, husky giggle. Still playing, huh? She asked herself quietly before stepping into Seth’s room and smiled at what she saw.

She expected her boyfriend to be showered and ready to play in some lingerie, ready to throw himself at her. What she didn’t expect was the sight of him with his hands tied to his headboard, a gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. Drawn over his tits – tits that had been covered in bite marks – the words ‘slap me’. Across his thighs were the words ‘Breed me’ with arrows pointing to his cunt, dribbling with cum and with a small vibrator tied to his clit, buzzing away.

In fact, a better look at him suggested that it was more than just a creampie he had – his tits, his face, all covered in cum. The boy whimpered and writhed, arching his back and bucking his hips every-so-often. Moans escaped his mouth; desperate, needy sounds.

“Did you even send the text?” Jenna asked softly, reaching out to stroke her boy’s cheek. He shook his head and leaned in, to which she leaned down and planted a small kiss on his ball gag. The way he shuddered made it clear to her that he liked that.

“But I’m bet you’re glad it was sent, weren’t you?” she asked, sitting on the bed and tenderly stroking her boy’s naked body. She felt her cock slowly getting harder in her panties and she smiled. “I bet that Lance had a whole bunch of men use you, but he’s the only one that actually filled you with cum, isn’t he?” she asked, to which he nodded vigorously.

Jenna pressed her fingers into the vibrator, pressing the sensation deeper against his clit. Seth squealed and gasped, momentarily clamping his legs together. Jenna slid her hand between those thighs, balled a fist, and with every ounce of her strength forced them apart by turning her hand. The feeling of being overpowered delighted Seth and he let out a squeal through the gag which turned into a moan, which became a scream. His whole body tensed up as he came against the toy that Jenna pressed harder against him.

“I suppose it’s me who’s supposed to be breeding you, isn’t it?” she asked, before grabbing Seth’s hair and leaning in close, whispering in his ear. “Are you ready to have your fuckhole used, you pathetic little piece of meat?”

Seth melted and trembled, nodding slightly and leaning in. A small kiss to the ball gag, and Jenna let him go to reach down and pull her panties off, tossing them aside, before grabbing the blindfold and ripping it off, so she could look at him as she climbed on top of the bed, getting a fistful of his neck.

“Look at me, you overgrown fleshlight,” she said with a dark snarl. “Do you know why I’m keeping my dress on? Because I’m a woman. And you’re naked, because you’re an animal,” she said, moving between his legs and grabbing her cock and rubbing it up and down the slit of his cunt.

Seth’s eyes rolled back into his head slightly as his overly sensitive cunt throbbed at just the mere touch of the head of his girlfriend’s cock. Dark giggles escaped her lips. “And animals are meant to be consumed by people,” she said. A predatory smile tore across her face as she slowly slid the head of her cock into Seth’s cunt. The boy squealed under his gag and gasped as Jenna slowly pushed herself into him, taking every last moment to enjoy the feeling of his slick, cum-soaked cunt clamping down around her.

“Good boy,” she said, reaching out to softly pet his hair. Lifting his legs up, she pushed him down, nearly folding him in half as she pushed herself as deep as she could. Pushing against him with his legs as high as they could go, his arms tied up, she looked down as he whimpered, softly letting his hips buck and grind against hers’. “You can’t just relax for a moment, can you?” she asked as she panted softly.

Pulling back, she slowly pushed into him again, making sure to go slow and gentle, tender and teasing. Seth’s eyes grew desperate, pathetic, wanting whimpers leaving his lips as he begged with his eyes please fuck me, please don’t go slow, please use me. “No matter how badly you want to, you can’t help but grind against me, but want more, you can’t help but desire even more,” she said, grinding down and then leaning her body forward to press her pelvis against the vibrator tied to his clit.

Seth’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his muscles seized up as pleasure overcame him. A sound like a scream, muffled by his gag ripped through his body as his cunt milked Jenna, desperately pleading for her thick cum as he came all over her.

“What a good little animal,” she said before pulling back slowly one more time, before thrusting into him with every ounce of strength in her body in a single thrust. The slam of their bodies hitting each other filled the room and Seth cried out, feeling himself coming close to another orgasm already.

Another time, pulling back slowly before thrusting with her full force. Another time the feeling of it ripped through him. The single thrusts were a torturous edging, bringing him closer to another orgasm but never letting him hit it. Pain from an overly used cunt that had been fucked by five different men that night with one of them creampieing him mixed with the pleasure of a brutal girlfriend using him. He grabbed at the ropes tying him to the headboard and held on for dear life and gazed into Jenna’s eyes.

Pleasure, and cruelty, pain and ecstasy. After every thrust the delay got a little shorter, Jenna’s focus fading more and more. Slowly, the calculating mistress gave way to a primal woman, a demonic joy filling her brown eyes as she locked them with Seth’s.

Pushing him further and folding him harder, she grabbed his legs and moved them both over her right shoulder to hold them with one arm and reached out, grasping his neck with her left hand.

“Take it, you piece of meat!” she snarled before pulling back and slamming her cock into him with full force before pulling back immediately and beginning to fuck him brutally. He felt her cock twitching and throbbing, felt it pulsating inside of him as she drove it in without delays, hesitation, without control, just with animalistic pleasure.

Seth grew weaker as he was choked, helpless, incapable of even pushing away with his legs – legs that shook as another orgasm ripped through him. Seth cried out, his eyes shutting themselves as Jenna pounded him.

With his eyes closed, Jenna snarled and growled and choked him harder. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t fight. His legs seized up and shook so hard that he almost felt like he was being rattled apart. Every twitch of Jenna’s cock buried in him pushed him higher and higher, rising higher on the waves of one of the longest, most powerful orgasms in his life. Every moment of exertion made him weaker, numbed his mind, slowly made him lose more of the feeling in his body – the feeling, except for pleasure.

Until all of a sudden, a rush of heat filled Seth up and his eyes threw themselves open to see his girlfriend looking like a hunting predator, thrusting into him and filling him with more and more hot, thick cum, mixing in with his own and his boyfriend’s as his sore cunt accepted every last drop. With a violent pull, Jenna let his neck go to grab the gag from his mouth and pull it down around his neck to force a kiss on him, letting his legs go.

Arms wrapped around Seth as he wrapped his legs around Jenna, losing himself in the kiss as Jenna stopped thrusting and grinded inside of him, moaning into the kiss all the while as her nails dug into his shoulders. The two ground together as their cum mixed together, and their minds faded away into the kiss.

They stayed that way for what felt like hours, even if it was only a couple minutes. Slowly, Jenna pulled away from the kiss and looked down at Seth with a glowing smile, the warmth of an orgasm having washed over her. Reaching down, she reached stroked his cheek once before raising her hand and undoing the rope around his wrists with the deft pull of an emergency pull tab that the previous lover had left.

“Thanks…” Seth said in a voice that was hoarse, his throat hurting from the screaming. “For coming over.”

“Any time, lover,” Jenna’s voice was soft and tender as she held her boyfriend without pulling out of him.

Caught Between Heaven And Hell

CW: Mild degrading language, blood, choking/breathplay

 

Vale was nervous, getting ready to meet his girlfriend’s wife.

He had only been dating Soleil for a couple months, but she was everything he wanted in a girlfriend; outgoing, playful, passionate, and unafraid to share her desires with him, even when those desires were incredibly lewd. The fact that after the fourth time they hooked up in so many days, she revealed her fangs and true nature as a demon only scared him for a few seconds.

Still, he felt shy. Small, chubby, and hairy with sideshaven blue hair and a blindfold hiding his brown eyes, he waited eagerly for his girlfriend to come back into the room; she helped him get into the harness that helped hide the nearly-faded scars from his top surgery and blindfold him. Behind the door, he heard the sound of two girls laughing playfully, before the door open and he heard his lover’s voice.

“Are you ready?” Soleil asked. Shyly, Vale as he felt the two of them approach and felt the firm and familiar hands of Soleil wrap themselves around him, tracing fingertips up his chest as an unfamiliar woman with smaller, daintier hands took one of his.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Alina,” she said, to which Vale let out a shy, sheepish smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve been looking forward to it,” he replied, offering his hand to shake awkwardly. The feeling of Soleil’s nails – their sharpness revealing that she was taking her true form – causing him to quiver a little as they reached his neck.

His hand was gently taken, and a soft kiss on it was placed, causing the boy to blush softly as his girlfriend slowly slid her fingertips down his belly, reaching between his thighs that he had clamped shut. Her hand formed a fist, forced itself between his thighs and twisted, prying them apart, forcing a gasp from Vale as his cunt throbbed a bit at the forcefulness his demonic lover had.

As Soleil pressed her chest to his back and slid her legs so they would be on either side of him, she reached down and began to gently touch his thighs, tracing fingers close to his pussy but without ever touching it. In front of him, Alina reached in and placed her hand on his face and pressed her lips to his’. The taste of her lips was an ambrosia, like honey, the feeling of her warmth in front and Soleil’s behind enveloping him.

Alina’s hand grasped his and placed it onto her breast, which he squeezed and teased, feeling her firm nipple. The angelic woman moaned into the kiss and kissed harder, getting a fist in his hair and pulling him forward a little. All the while, Soleil kissed and sucked and bit Vale’s neck, forcing moans from him as he felt his girlfriend’s cock growing harder, pressing into the small of his back.

Fingers rubbed his clit and made him whimper, the blindfolded human overwhelmed as his kisses grew passive and his hand squeezed less firmly. As the kiss grew more passive on his end, Alina pulled away.

“What do you say, Vale? Do you want to suck an angel’s cock?” she asked, before wrapping her fingers around his neck. A soft gasp escaped his lips and the strength of her hand made it impossible for him to choke out a sound. He couldn’t even look up at her with his eyes blindfolded, so silently he nodded in the choke.

Soleil grabbed him and dragged him back onto his bed, wrestling him and forcing him onto his front. A flurry of movement grabbing his hair and his torso forced him up onto his hands and knees, and a gentle, small, unfamiliar hand pet his head.

“Good boy,” his girlfriend said before grabbing his hair. “Open up.” Obediently, Vale opened his mouth and Soliel used the hand in his hair to force his head down onto Alina’s cock. The angel let out a soft moan as the warm cock throbbed in Vale’s mouth. The feeling of a cock throbbing in his mouth made his cunt throb and twitch, growing wetter and wetter as he desperately tried to use his tongue to rub the bottom of the angelic dick.

“You have a very good boy,” Alina said as she reached down, gently scratching his back and leaning in, hips thrusting lightly.

“I know, right?” Soleil said before pushing harder and forcing Vale to deepthroat her wife.

Vale nearly gagged and choked, unable to breathe as the feeling of throbbing felt deeper in his throat. His cunt clamped down on nothing and his hips bucked in the air as Soliel roughly pushed on Vale’s head and wiggled it around.

Under the blindfold, tears burned in Vale’s eyes and he dug his nails into his bedsheets. Instinctive terror filled him as he fought the urge to reach up and tap Soleil’s hand and tell her to stop. He wanted to be a good boy for her. More importantly, he wanted this feeling, being used brutally, made into a toy, forced to suck the cock of whoever Soleil ordered him to.

Vale loved being a good boy and being a living fleshlight.

Soleil pulled back hard, ripping the cock from the boy’s mouth and giving him a brief chance to gasp before demonic lips pressed violently against his, fangs digging softly into his lower lip and forcing him to buck his hips and cry out.

“Please,” Vale whispered when the kiss ended. “Please f-” This time Alina’s hand grabbed his hair and forced him back down on her cock. Delight and deprivation drove Vale mad, but he sucked with every ounce of strength in him. He put all of his focus on bracing himself and sucking that cock, the feeling of it twitching, the heat, the taste of honey-like precum on his tongue.

The distraction was enough to let Soleil get behind him without his notice, and without warning the massive demonic cock ripped it’s way into him. Vale nearly screamed on Alina, his cunt clamping down on Soleil as she grinded deep inside of him, letting out a cruel cackle.

“I hope you’re ready.”

There was no more warning. Soleil dug nails into Vale’s hips and easily ripped into his skin, drawing a touch of blood as she pulled back before slamming into him from behind full force, the feeling forcing his cunt to throb as bliss shredded his ability to think. Being pushed forward so hard nearly made him choke on Alina’s cock as she pulled back every so slightly to give Soleil room to work.

Soleil mercilessly filled the room with the sound of growling, snarling, and their bodies colliding. Vale whimpered on the cock in his mouth. Every thrust pushed him farther and farther and it took every ounce of willpower in him just to keep sucking.

The contrast was Alina’s gentle hand, beginning to stroke his cheek tenderly. He felt a gently touch on his back and understood it must have been her wings, gently caressing him like fingers as she looked down.

“Cum on my wife, adorable little human,” Alina ordered in a motherly but commanding voice. That command was all he needed.

Vale screamed and howled on the cock in his mouth as his pussy gushed, spraying Soleil’s cock. The demon only growled and laughed and pulled back harder, letting his hips go to run nails down his back. Lashings of pain ripped through him and tore into his orgasm and pushed it higher.

Soleil switched to grabbing Vale’s side for a better grip and pulled him back onto her; making him feel like he must have literally weighed the same as a fleshlight to the monster. Her hips slamming into his ass rocked his whole body, made it feel like his very bones were shaking and he was being torn apart, and every single time it pushed him higher and higher. He kept screaming on the cock in his mouth, the feathers stroking his back beginning to become less precise.

Alina pulled him down on her cock again and this time forced her cock down his throat. Gagging, sputtering, screaming he howled on it as he couldn’t feel his orgasm stopping. All he felt was his whole body shake and his arms and knees give out.

Slack, limp, helpless, the only thing keeping him from falling on the bed was Soleil’s clawed hands holding him up and Alina holding him up by the hair. Both cocks felt harder, twitched wildly, hotter and hotter. Soleil was growling, rumbling, sounding like an animal as soft, gentle, high-pitched-yet husky whimpers and moans escaped Alina’s lips.

A surge of heat rushed into Vale from two sides as both of the woman using him as a sex toy came at the same time, both of them forcing their cock as deep into him as they could. The initial slam of Soleil almost hitting his cervix hurt but every spurt of cum pushed him into it’s own miniature orgasm, aftershakes overcoming him entirely. The feeling of Alina gushing, filling his throat with her cum and giving him no option but to swallow intoxicated him and overwhelmed him.

Slowly, the celestial beings pulled out and let Vale collapse onto the bed. Everything hurt. He tried to move a little to try to roll over onto his back, but the boy couldn’t even lift his arm. Helpless, he whimpered softly and desperately tried to paw at Soleil but couldn’t even do that.

Hands – strong and firm but now gentle – pulled him onto his side, and the breasts of a sweaty woman pressed against his back. Lips pressed against his neck and softly, he shuddered as Soleil spooned him. This was a wonderful feeling, one arm over him and resting over his navel, the other under a pillow that was under his head and neck.

This time, though, another person was there, and there to pull off his blindfold and make him look at some of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. The angel in front of him smiled and leaned in to softly kiss him on the lips before pulling in close, draping one arm and wing over both him and Soleil.

“I’m so glad we finally met,” Alina said to Vale, before pulling both of them closer and moving up so Vale could rest his head on Alina’s chest.

Caught, quite literally between heaven and hell, the sinner curled up in delight and let himself fall asleep in the arms of his beloved demon and her truly angelic wife.