Chapters: Introduction 1 2 3 4 5
(Note from Ye Webkeeper: I'm going to try something new here (again). I discovered this story on alt.sex.stories a couple of years ago. It's good, well written, nasty, and has a good (if skimpy) background that sets it apart from most. Now, my problem is: Chapters, 1-5 are all I have. I don't know if the author has ever written or posted any parts, and e-mails to the address provided keep bouncing back. So, I'm going to ask you folks to help out.
If you have any more chapters to this story, please send them to me. Alternatively, if you know who the author is, can you ask him/her to get in touch with me, as I'd like to see this story completed. It's worked before, and it might work again this time. At the very least, you'll get a good story to read.)
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Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Sthethya, First Consul Succubus to his Supreme Evilness. Some of you might be surprised; I'm sure you didn't know succubi were still around in this day and age.
What is a succubus? You might well ask that, for we often visit mortal men in the comfort of their dreams. We are creatures born out of the union of daemon with human; we are abominations of nature who thrive on the male life force. We steal life from men by stealing their sperm, which we use later for other magics and to support our own existance on the mortal plane.
I have been a succubus for over nine hundred of your years. During that time, I have felled empires, corrupted godly men, and spawned evil and hatred on Earth. While Earth may be more complicated now than it was several hundred years ago, there are still many opportunities for evil. You don't think all the current sex scandals were created by mere mortal women alone, do you?
Now that you doomed mortal men have delivered all those thousands of gallons of warm, delcious cum into my hungry orifices, I should confess that there have been relatively few instances where I've been impressed. Often, especially in my earlier years, I have had to seduce three or four men a night just to fight off the weakness of starvation. Despite this, there have been many memorable encounters.
These are my memoirs and my daily journals. Some of them date back from when I was still a third-rank succubus; the weakest kind. Third-rank succubi have to feed several times a night or else it's *ZOOP*! back to the lowest levels of the Big BBQ for a few decades while they build up enough strength to climb outward for their next foray into the mortal world. You can find the junior succubi standing on street corners now-a-days... or working in Vegas brothels.
I can remember my mortal existence, although it is hundreds of years past. My name was Maria, and I lived near Rome. These were troubled times for the Italian States, with local unrest and problems with the Church (which would soon be moved to France). The year was, I estimate, somewhere around 1250 AD, and I was the only daughter of a tradesman, actually a blacksmith. My family was well-known in the area. My grandfather had been a local landowner and merchant. He had three sons; the eldest blackened our family name by entering the priesthood. The middle child, my father, became a blacksmith. My youngest uncle followed in my grandfather's footsteps and was a merchant with ties to Venice. My mother was one of the most beautiful women in all of the world. She was in love with my eldest uncle, but after he went into the priesthood and refused her, she became my father's wife. I feared my eldest uncle absolutely; he was a great, tall, dark man, with deep-set brooding eyes of a pale color and a stern demeanor. He always viewed me with a dour expression, as if he could see my innermost sins without my confession of them.
They said I was the image of my mother. My mother was dark and lovely, with flashing eyes and an infectuous laugh. She was very much in love with my father. I remember nights at a tender age, while I still lived at home, being occupied with lying awake on my pallet, my fingers playing within the soft, damp, velvety folds between my legs while I listened to my parents fuck in the room next to mine. I never confessed my desires to the priest out of my fear of my uncle. and I was not even old enough to bear children, but I still had great lusts raging in my small soul. My desires were confusing and powerful... so great that, starting from about age seven, I would place small objects up inside my untouched virginity so that I might walk about during the day and feel them slide and bulge inside of me. And now, with the first small hints of my maturity, I had started to achieve orgasms on occasion, which were new and very heady rewards for my carnal labors. But it was still not enough for me. I craved more... much more... and I could not put a name to the craving. My mother caught me masturbating several times and spanked me, telling me that it was a sin and that I must not. Her face always went white when she saw any hints of sexual behavior on my part, but I am sure she never spoke of the incidents to my father. It was from my mother that I learned to keep my desires secret.
Unconfessed, my sins boiled in my heart and multiplied in my soul. Despite the fact I had the face and body of a sweet dark angel of a girl, my soul was tormented by mortal sin. My mother died when I was eleven from a wasting disease that came on her so mysteriously that the people of our town said she was felled by an evil eye. I felt a crushing guilt, and believed it was my lusts that doomed my poor, lovely mother (in fact, I was not half wrong). My guilt was compounded by the fact that I found myself, after her death, with inexplicable effects on men and boys, who now seemed to find me strangely compelling no matter where I went or what I did. The effect seemed to extend to my father, whom I found staring at my developing breasts before he flushed dark red and told me he was going to send me away to my younger uncle's house -- for without a mother I needed to be brought up as a young lady should. My uncle, his wife, and his two daughters lived in the merchant's quarter of Rome. I was excited... to live in Rome instead of our little village! I was able to visit my father once every fortnight, but I missed him terribly. My greatest discomfort, however, was that my eldest uncle, the priest, also visited my youngest uncle more often than he did my father (since my youngest uncle actually lived in Rome and not several miles distant). I found myself facing this man several times a month over the supper table.
Ah, but Rome seemed to make up for all these horrors. I was often allowed out with my aunt and my cousins to go on shopping trips, and there were men everywhere I looked, unlike the small population back in my home village. Men! They were fascinating creatures, large and strong. I wanted one to pick me bodily into his arms... and then what, I was not sure. Although I was still unknown to men, I had no illusions as to what sex entailed, nor was I immune to its possibilities. Men began to affect me while I was still very young, and I had a definite affinity for their company, my father especially. I loved sitting on his lap and smelling the combination of leather, sweat, and sulfur, but I had no experience in the joys of male anatomy, until I was introduced to them while I was still a girl.
My sinful lusts were to blame, bless them. I had escaped to the loft at the rear of my uncle's house often in the early mornings while others in the house were still asleep, the only private place I had to seek relief since I now shared sleeping arrangements with my boring and innocent female cousins. This particular summer morning was already sultry and bright, and my short robe was gathered up around my narrow hips while I lay cushioned in the hay. My legs were spread wide and open to allow my fingers full purchase inside the shallow folds of my vulva. I delighted in the warmth of a beam of light that I had positioned myself to allow to fall directly on my swollen and tingling clit. There were other thin shafts of light coursing through the dusty air, which originated through the shutters from the morning sun and I could feel warmth shining on my body and glistening pussy while my fingers rubbed furiously at my clit. I had been spread and desperate for release for a full ten minutes on the rough but cushioning hay.
The fact that I was barely orgasmic gave me no stay against trying anyway. I was straining, trying to catch the hook that would plunge me into another frantic explosion of fluttering and subsequent temporary relief from the raging desires that were consuming me. I was now old enough to experience that exquisite release, but still seemingly young enough that orgasms did not come easily; when they did, I felt near to fainting from the pleasure and enjoyed actual peace of mind for a few hours afterwards, until the maddening desires clutched at my pussy once again.
I was just moments away from another hard-won orgasm, and my slender thighs were straining so wide that muscles were beginning to cramp in my hips and thighs. Suddenly, I heard a soft breath not my own, and my eyes flew open, my desperate fingers frozen just a second away from the threshold of release.
My uncle, visible only from the shoulders up, stood on the ladder where he had come up from the horse barn. He was staring right at my sunlight-drenched pussy and my wet fingers, and I saw his right arm moving slowly beneath the level of the floor. I could only guess at what he was doing or how long he had been standing there.
I don't know what came over me. An ice-cold voice in my mind said, "Continue." I should have pulled my robe down in shame, but instead I let my fingers rub at my hard little clit once again, and closed my eyes, catching the pleasure once more and flying into one of the hardest orgasms I had ever experienced at my own hand. I jerked, twitched, and moaned. My bottom and thighs lifted up off the hay in a paroxysm of pleasure, while juice dripped from my softly fuzzed slit to
cover my raised asscheeks and moisten the hay beneath me. I heard an answering moan, and opened my eyes to dazedly watch my uncle break into a sudden shudder, still only his shoulders showing above the loft floor. His eyes were still fixed on me yet were half-closed, and I could only guess he was feeling the same pleasure as I, though my curiousity as to what his male equipment must be like had to wait until later.
He whispered, "Not a word," to me, and disappeared down the ladder. We spoke no more of the incident, and I did not return to the loft for the gnawing fear that he should tell my eldest uncle, the priest, even though my lecherous thoughts had begun to swing in the direction of seducing my own uncle. My fears of hellfire were dwindling; no rapid punishment seemed to be coming my way, and my shaky faith was tottering at its base.
It was the next month, while my uncle and I were riding on his horse to visit my father in our village several miles away, that everything changed. We rode in a wagon together, the first time we had been alone since that morning in the barn. We were silent for several minutes out of Rome, and when began to pass through the countryside and forest copses, I had a sudden urge to urinate. I tugged on his arm and as he let me to the ground, I ran into the woods at the side of the path, crouching to pee. I heard a rustle behind me, and my uncle stood watching me, his frowning face half hidden in the shadows of the trees. I finished and turned to face him, and he seemed to make up his mind. He took my hand and walked me deeper into the woods.
I felt an ache and a slickness begin between my legs as I realized what might happen. I had been dreaming of seducing my uncle for the weeks since I saw him orgasm in the barn. Oh, I had seen animals mate, and I had the naive impression that perhaps my uncle (who was twenty-seven and still very handsome for being so old) was going to mate with me, rather like the sheep or the dogs did, by gripping me about my waist and pressing his cock into my pussy.
He led me deep within a copse of willow and elder, and there sat down on a rock, leaving me standing before him.
"I want you to take off your robe and let me see you, naked." he said, quietly.
I felt a cold rush of fear and anticipation, and more excitement that dampened my thighs. I took off my robe and stood there before him. He turned me around and I heard a soft gasp, and then a low moan. "My eldest brother is right. You have a witch's mark, child. This explains what happened when I caught you in the hay loft. How your sin excited me so, even from a distance." I felt a firm hand on my buttock, and I strained to see what he was talking about, but could not.
I said, "What is that?" and he replied, "You have a brown mark on your flesh, upon your bottom, in the shape of a pair of lips, as if the Dark One himself has marked you for carnal sin. You must never, ever show this mark to anyone, else they will claim you as evil, and you may be tried
and burned if ever a witch cry is released. We shall consult your eldest uncle for guidance."
His last statement made my skin crawl and grow cold. I opted for a way out of 'consulting my eldest uncle': I should seduce this man and make him guilty as I. I pressed my bottom into his hand while he still had a firm grip on my left asscheek. One of his fingers slid along my smooth skin and slid into the wet slit below. His hand seemed to spasm at the feel of my hot, wet flesh on his fingers, and he groaned loudly as if in pain. He whispered, "For one barely become a woman, you have all of the sins of Eve to tempt me, and may God forgive my own sin." At that, he picked me up, bodily, spinning me around and crushing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck and suckled on his bottom lip. He thrust his rough tongue into my mouth and yanked off my boots. He then lifted me high in the air and dipped my torso downward, placing each of my legs on either side of his neck, and buried his bearded face into my privates.
Such a feeling I had never experienced! It was rough and ticklish and overwhelming at the same time. His whole mouth engulfed the soft folds of my vulva, sucking and licking madly. I twisted in his grasp, trying to thrust myself wholly into his mouth for the pleasure. I felt his tongue lick and suckle at my clit and then impale itself into my virginal hole where it twisted and thrust. I felt weak with pleasure, and my legs locked behind his neck as I gasped and thrust at his face.
I felt, rather than heard, a curse burst from my uncle's lips, and one of his hands let loose of me while his tongue reclaimed my vagina. I felt him move about beneath me, and after a moment he lifted me off his tongue and shoulders. His dark eyes were blazing with an insane lust, that nearly frightened me, and he let me to the ground. Before me, erect and visibly throbbing, was the purplish arc of my own uncle's penis, where beads of milky moisture were slowly dripping from the dark tip winking from behind the encompassing fold of skin. I was fascinated by the sight, and a weak hunger rushed through me. I think he was bent on taking my virginity, but a strange and foreign impulse took hold of my mind. I felt another wave of weakness, and leaned forward, controlled by a hunger I could not explain. My impulse was to lick at that strange liquid, which drew me to it like honey must draw the flies. My tongue swiped smoothly and scooped up the fluid, and the taste of it burst into me like a sensory explosion. Suddenly, at my first taste of semen, it was as if I was awoken from a dream, into a passion that frightened me even as it swept my small, trembling body into a raging torrent of unholy desires.
This desire focused on my uncle's cock. It was as if the entire universe was centered on a sudden
urge to suck on his cock like a baby must suck on a teat. My uncle gasped in disbelief as my small lips circled the slick, leaking head, with my mouth straining open to suckle more of him within my mouth. I mouthed and licked at him, the salty taste of his precum coating my mouth with an oily feel and slicking over my working lips. Another taste drew me closer to madness, and I felt an orgasmic rush start to build inside my womb as more and more of his hard cock slid over my small tongue.
He responded to my sudden unnatural hunger with a madness of his own. He threw back his head, grunting and growled as his hands roughly raked through the wind-tangled darkness of my hair and then gripped my head, fucking his hips towards my face. We were like two strange animals, locked in a close, fatal combat with each of us fighting against the other but locked and unable to move, with his cock straining to thrust into my hungry throat and my mouth fighting to take every inch of what he was demanding I swallow.
After a moment of this exquisite madness, what was at first a cock much too large for my mouth seemed to slide more easily, for his rock-hard shaft began sliding in and out of my straining lips almost effortlessly. Granted, he did not penetrate very far, but my small hands milking at the velvety skin over the rigid steel of his erection served their purpose. I milked at his shaft like I might strip at a cow's teat, only gentler.
I do not know how much time elaspsed, for I was in an ecstasy of hunger and triumph. It was quick, however, for it seemed his fit began instantly. His moans broke into curses laced with disbelief. He raised up on his tiptoes when the first squirt of cum flew out of the slit at the tip of his cock while his hands gripped my hair and slammed my head down against his groin as far down as I could take him. It was with the first full blast of his cum that the unbelievable orgasm hit me.
I had not touched myself, but I was orgasming! Waves of ecstatic pleasure coursed through me as I sucked each burst of cum out of his cock. My hand instinctively moved down to gently milk at his balls while I helplessly gave into the animal pleasures. I had never tasted anything so sublimely delicious! It was pungent, salty and rich, and I swallowed each heavy spurt eagerly. I continued milking at him until his roars of pleasure became hoarser and weaker. I did not let up; his cock continued to pulse even after he had shot himself dry and every drop had been swallowed down my eager throat. My pleasure continued unabated at each tiny taste of this new heaven, so I sucked incessantly with the same madness that demanded I swallow his cock in the first place. His hoarse cries sounded painful, but he still gripped my head in place, helpless himself to pull away from me... as unable as I was unwilling to stop this unnatural act. My unholy hunger seemed to be awakened with the taste of my first man.
My uncle let out a fresh roar and a new but weaker series of pulses rippled through his cock, and he slowly fell to his knees with my mouth still locked and suctioning at him to drink the smaller flow of hot cum that was squirting over my tongue. His breathing was labored, but he still gripped my head helplessly, straining towards my mouth even as he collapsed with his back to the rock. His hips beat weakly upwards, trying to fuck at my mouth and then he let out a small cry and lay still, panting.
I continued to suck for several minutes until I came back to sanity. His cock grew limp as soon as I released it, and I gathered my senses about me to pull away at this moment. I licked at his softened cock to gather every last bit of delicious juice before I looked upward to see him staring at me with obvious disbelief, and his manner seeming half unconscious. It was nearly an hour before he was strong enough to stand and lead me, wordless, back to the road and the cart which stood there, untouched. We continued to my father's house where he left me to spend three sated, satisfied days, happy as a child.
Those three days spent at my father's home were some of the calmest I had since I was a very young girl. Somehow, what had happened in the woods, the tryst between myself and my youngest uncle before he had delivered me to my father's house for the visit, had sated me, set me inner self at peace for those three days. My father was pleased to see me so happy and carefree, and I seemed to have boundless energy.
As the third day drew to a close, I realized my uncle would be arriving the next day around mid-day to bring me back to the house. I planned to take special care with my appearence, making sure I was clean and my hair was plaited away from my face.
That evening, in the bedroom at my father's house, I had retired two hours after sunset and lay in bed in a heavy sleep. I had no dreams, but I was awoken slowly to a fear that there was someone else in my bedroom. It was the deep of night; the shutters were well sealed, and my door seemed still closed in the dimness. I sat up in bed, and heard a whispering voice, causing me instant fear and panic.
The whisper repeated, this time louder. "Sthethya," the voice breathed. I pulled my blanket to my chin and stared into the darkness. A dull red glow grew brighter and lit the corner of the room, and there stood a tall creature, frightening and hideous. I wanted to scream, but the fear kept me in check. The creature had the lower half of a goat, a broad, dark chest like a Moorish man, and a face and head much like that of ram, with horns. It looked somewhat like the pictures of demons shown crushed beneath the heels of the angels in stained glass windows. But unlike the church portraits of the demons, this one had a massive penis jutting out from between its haired legs, not quite erect but full and enlarged, which bobbed up and down and from side to side as the creature shifted its weight from one cloven hoof to another. The creature did not advance, but stood staring at me with red, baleful eyes.
Finally, a soft, chuffing sound welled from its throat, and it rasped, "I can taste your fear from here... it is hot, metallic, and delightful, but unfitting to come from one such as yourself, a succubus born to a human woman."
As the creature had not yet moved, I said nothing, but found I did not need to, for the creature continued to speak. "You are Sthethya, as named, and were born from the womb of a woman impregnated by a demon. You are of full age now, when your nature may reveal your true nature to the mortals around you. I am here to warn you and to give you instruction, for without me you will be at the mercy of mortal men, and may find yourself suffering needlessly."
The creature paused then, and its penis pulsed majestically at the mention of needless suffering, swelling visibly in the diffuse red glow surrounding it. Continuing, the creature said, "Already your passions have been awakened, but they are mere shadows of the madness that will soon visit itself on you, the madness of a hungered succubus which can reveal itself to mortal eyes if precautions are not taken." The creature sounded dour, grave, threatening. "I shall assist you in this, but my assistance does not come cheaply. I shall exact a price from you on each visit. But for the cost of the price, I will give you tools and advice sent from the underworld to aid you in your survival. Then, later, you shall be given missions to accomplish which may lead to abatement of your suffering as your power grows. We shall discuss that later."
I shuddered, and tried to assimilate all he was saying. The horror had abated somewhat, but my fear for myself remained. If all this creature said was true, I was an abomination, an evil creature, soon to be hated by all men, including my father. I could not bear the idea. I found myself staring at the penis springing from the rough hair of his animal legs, still silent.
The creature moved then, coming closer, with soft clops of his hooves on the slate stone floor. I backed up on my pallet, my shoulders butting against the stone of the wall. The creature chuffed once, and then hunched down to crouch beside my pallet. An overwhelming scent of sulfur and male sweat washed through my nostrils, making me nauseous to add to my discomfort. He pulled the coverlet from my body with a single yank, then sat back in a crouch, red eyes roaming over my body.
"Who are you?" I managed to ask. He chuffed another sound, probably a laugh.
"I am Gretzk, a demon of some rank in the underworld." He reached out a dark claw towards my chest and a scream nearly burst past my lips, but he merely lifted the thin cloth of my robe away from the swells of my breasts. With a lift and tear, the robe parted to fall away from my flesh, leaving me exposed and frozen in fear.
I stammered, "What is this price you demand?" His scent grew stronger now, as his rough finger-pads smoothed over my skin, touching my breasts, moving downward to roughly nudge my thighs apart and finger at my soft pussy. His scent made me dizzy and my pussy grew wet immediately under the heat of his fingers. His fingers were hot, yes, and the steamy foul stench of his breath washed over me.
He growled, "You shall know what the prices are when I demand them. Your first price shall be paid with the rape of your maidenhead, which shall amuse me and also because your little cunt must be tainted and baptized with the juice of a demon male for the task you have before you."
I squeaked, "Task?" My legs fell apart involuntarily, offering up my small clit to his probing fingers. His breathing grew deep and dangerous, like a rutting bull, but still his touch was relatively gentle as he teased me into an incredibly aching wetness. My unholy desire was compounded by the heated, metallic and unwholesome scent of his maleness overwhelming my senses.
He grunted, "In time you shall know what your first task shall be. But now, I will consecrate your inner flesh to the Dark Lord as I bathe you in my cum." His finger eased its way into my vagina, twisting in up to the knuckle. "Yes, very nice and tight. This shall hurt you quite a bit." His finger pads suddenly gripped my clit roughly, and my thighs quivered with the rush of pleasure and pain. I actually began to hunger for this abomination, despite my fear. He grunted, "It is time. You are mine tonight," and he growled in pleasure. The giant cock between his legs lurched and a thin spurt of clear liquid arced over my body and splattered over my belly, burning my skin where it landed.
He grabbed me by the body and roughly turned me over, so that my small ass was raised up high in the dim room. I felt rather than saw him move behind me, and I bit into the tattered piece of my robe to still any screams that I would make, for there was little chance that huge organ, as large as my forearm, would be able to comfortably fit into the confines of my virginal hole. I had no choice; this rape would happen whether I willed it or not, and I did will it, perversely. I wanted that big cock up inside me, rending me apart to still the raging hunger already building deep within my pussy.
He chuffed another laugh. "Like that, you look much like your mother did." I stiffened, then, and he slapped me across the ass. "This surprises you, whore? Your mother was mine, thirteen years ago. You were fathered by a demon, not that mortal you think was your father."
The head of his cock nudged roughly at my pussy. It was hot, so hot! It was uncomfortably hot, just short of painful. I bit down into the fabric of my ripped garment to stifle my cries of pain as it forced my inner lips asunder and the bulge of the tapered head popped within. He grunted, "Does it horrify you to take your father's cock and cum up into your pure little hole? I want you to fear me, it shall make my pleasure all the sharper. It shall be my pleasure to sacrifice the last vestiges of your humanity in the name of my Dark Lord and Master."
I gasped at the knowledge which ripped into me as sure as his cock would as it strained to push past the barrier that blocked its tapered thickness from proceeding any further. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I breathed in huge sobs from the pain, from a cock that felt as if someone had put their whole hand up inside me. It stretched me impossibly, stinging me like a hot poker. Claws dug into my hips and asscheeks, and the hairy creature hunched his hips forward again, hard. The pain burst through me like a falling star, and I screamed.
I felt ripped asunder. The demon howled like a dog in answer to my scream of pain as his cock slid deeper into his own daughter's vagina, clearly triumphant in his conquest of my virginity. He wiped his rough fingers around my pussy and his cock, catching the juices and then licking at the flow of blood that he had captured as it was certainly oozing out from my violated maidenhead. I felt the tears dry on my cheeks as the pain began to abate and was replaced by a dark hunger that drove me to hunch against his cock. He growled as he licked his fingers clean, and leaned over to grip my hair and my shoulder as he began fucking me with that huge cock in earnest.
He chuffed and growled as his hips began to slide side-to-side, working and stretching my violated pussy with his half-imbedded cock. I was helpless under him, impaled on his cock and gripped by the hair and shoulders to be used for his pleasure. He hissed, "How does it feel to be fucked by your real father? Before long, I shall have you fucking that mortal asleep in the next room. Yes, fucking him over and over, until he dies. Does that please you?" He slammed into me hard, the tip of his cock bruising me high inside as he stretched me out with every thrust.
I screamed, "No!" at the horror of what he was saying, killing my own... my adopted father. He growled a laugh, his energy increasing in a delighted response to my horror. I couldn't help myself but fuck back at him steadily, so the whole of my room was bathed in the sound of his fucking as he hunched at me like an animal, and I rose up to meet his thrusts like a bitch in heat. He yanked back on my hair, so my throat was bared to the air, and I began to feel his hairy legs roughly chafing against my thighs.
My demon father-lover growled, "I'm going to dump my seed in your filthy, bloody little hole now. I fucked your mother like this while she was sleeping; she thought it was all a dream and had to fake her virginity to your father with a bit of pig blood when she found her pussy sore the morning before her wedding!" His thrusts rocked my small body roughly as he grew more excited, yet my pussy suctioned at his cock as he battered at my womb. The back of my thighs began to become sore from the rough bristles of his thighs. His heavy balls slapping against my pussy excited me,
Thrust, pain, thrust, pleasure, thrust, pain. I was teetering on the verge of an orgasm that was excited more by the pain of his evil cock than the pleasure that made my clit twitch. He paused, reached beneath me, and I screamed anew as he scraped his claw over my mound beneath him in a strange pattern. He grabbed my hair again and began thrusting harder. He growled, "Enjoy your father's cock, girl. Mine will be the first in an eternity of male seed you will be forced to seek out and take, drink, on your knees and back for the service of any and all who come to take you. A common whore bound to service dirty mortal men for her entire life." I cried out at that, and his pleasure was clearly peaking. "Dirty..." he half-screamed, "Filthy bitch whore, take your own father's seed in your greedy cunt like your mewling mother did when I fathered you!"
He thrust once, twice, and roared. Jets of noxious seed burst from his cock in swelling waves that squirted back out of my pussy with the sheer scalding volume of it. Waves of despair coursed through me as I screamed out my own orgasm in a painful, unnatural response to the burning agony shooting into and squirting out of my once-virginal pussy. Claws dug into my shoulder as he continued to pump and thrust, making sure every corner, every crevice and niche in my cunt would be coated thickly with his poison. Finally he pushed me away so I lay flat on the pallet, sobbing softly.
"Whorebitch Sthethya," he muttered, and moved to my head. His hand gripped my hair and brought my face to his dripping penis. "Clean me with your tongue."
I opened my mouth and he thrust the tapered tip of his cock within, and then a squirt of the vile-tasting cum shot into my mouth, something he was clearly saving just for my tongue. This cum had no effect on my passions, not like my uncle's cum had. I gagged as his cock fucked in and out of my mouth roughly for a moment. He let out a snort and pushed me away. He slapped my ass as I lay face-down and dripping on my pallet. "I shall save the violation of your sweet ass for my next price for my lessons on how to suck a cock correctly." He stood to his full height over me, but I was too weak and dazed to move, yet I was filled with a loathing and hatred of this creature like nothing I had ever felt before. I heard a clink, like that of a coin, fall near my face on the stone. He said, "Your payment, bitch. That is an amulet to help you stave off some of the outward signs of your true nature, whoredaughter." He chuffed out a laugh. "If I were you, I'd bathe by the light of the waning moon tonight, to wash the demon-taint from your skin, or the priests will smell your dirty, sinful cunt from a mile away. Wear that thing around your neck while you bathe by the moon, and you shall find some relief."
I fell into a lapse of unconsciousness, the ache and burning in my cunt slowly abating. I felt filthy and violated. My own father, if that was what he was, had just fucked me like he must have fucked my mother. My poor, beautiful mother. I no longer wondered what must have killed her. It must have been linked to me. And I hated that bastard, and vowed some revenge on him, someday.
I later bathed in the back of the house by the light of the moon. After washing the demon taint from my pussy, I felt a bit better. The next morning, the man I had once thought was my father gave me a bright, cheerful smile as he woke me from my nightmarish sleep. I was convinced my encounter the evening before had been a dream, until I found the ripped and bloody gown, and found the five-sided pentagram the demon's claws had scarred into the soft flesh of my pussy mound while he paused in his rape.
I limped about the entire morning, feigning illness. The ache inside my cunt was barely a balm for the emptiness that I found where I thought my heart would have been. I believed that the demon had taken more than my virginity when he raped me.
I felt sick with an ague all the morning after the demon's visit. My horror and sickness of soul were slowly replaced by anger at the creature which violated me the evening before. This rage I had growing inside of me was cold, direct, deliberate. I decided that, even if the demon had fathered me, it was not my father. The sweet, handsome blacksmith was my father. And my father doted on me like no man ever did or would. I feared for him now, and if it meant never seeing him again to protect him from the evil that had taken root in me, I would run away to the furthest ends of the earth.
My father was a tall man for his day, nearly six feet tall, but long of body and short of leg. He had deep brown eyes with lines at the side, and swarthy skin from the sunlight. He also had a beard, which he kept tight next to his chin in a blacksmith's style. He always smelled of leather and coal-smoke, and had an easy and infectous laugh. I used to take a kind of semi-erotic pleasure out of sitting on his lap, but now the thought of fucking him and killing him caused the worst kind of nausea in my belly. I steered clear of any thoughts in that direction.
But today, he was worried about my upcoming trip back to Rome. We sat at the rough-hewn wooden table near the fireplace. "Maria," he said, "It's about three hours back to the City. I don't think you should make the trip if you feel chill. You feel almost feverish to my hand. Perhaps you need some more sleep."
I smiled at him to dispell his fears, for the first thing I wished to do was leave his house so that any other visits from the demon would not happen there. I said, "It is merely residing in my nose, and I feel fine, other than the slight chill. There was a fog last night, perhaps that is the cause of it."
My father raked his fingers through his hair, looking thoughtful. "I have a spare blanket in the chest in the rear sleeping room. You will take it with you." He rose up from his seat, and went to the fireplace, where he poured a cupful of hot mulled wine into a mug. "Here, drink that. It has some herbs for ague within."
I took the hot cup and stared within it. Usually, before this morning, I had a normal appetite, but I realized that this wine repulsed me, now. As did the bread and cheese on the table. I attempted a sip of the wine and winced. It was as unpleasurable as drinking mud, but I managed a sip and a small, hesitant smile to my father. "You know, I shall bring this into my room so I might drink it while I attend to my packing." My father nodded at that, seemed about to say something, then shook his head as if in denial to himself. I did not prompt him, but instead took the wine into my room, where I threw it out of my window onto the damp earth, and watched its blood-red color ooze into the mud.
The mid-day approached slowly. I was in fear now, even for seeing my uncle, after the demon's talk of death and fucking. My young mind was in a turmoil, and it was with only a slight sense of relief that my father announced my uncle's wagon from the other room. I picked up my sacks of clothing and walked out, after making sure the bedding and bedroom were clean and bore no trace of my torture the night before.
My uncle looked pale next to the tall, healthy image of my father. His skin was sallow, and his lips were thin lines, as if a man tormented by something, illness or deed. My father voiced his concern, but my uncle waved it away, claiming a stomach dyspepsia after a particularly rich meal. After a few minutes, my uncle bowed to my father and my uncle and I walked outside and boarded the wagon. My father threw a blanket over my shoulders and smiled cheerfully as he waved us away.
About fifteen minutes out of the village, we were starting to pass farms, and soon we would be in the rocky forests. I feared nothing in particular... I just feared, and my uncle stayed silent for the first hour.
Sometime after the first hour he blurted out, "I have been unable to sleep or properly eat for these four days, for my desire of you. I must have you again, God forgive me, or I shall go mad. I found a place, an old stone barn without a roof, not more than an hour's travel from Rome, and we shall go there today. You and I, we shall make love there, so that I may find some release from the maddening lusts that make me want you so." His voice cracked, for he must have seen me shrink away at his confession. He grabbed my wrist, painfully, and said, in a rising voice, "You will obey me, or bad things will happen to you. Do you understand?"
His grip hurt my wrist. I was unable to pull away, but aches began to race up into my womb at his touch. I closed my eyes as a sick fear mixed with the waves of lust starting to yank at my clit and sodden my underclothes. His touch made it start all over again. My other hand reached up to hold to the amulet I had pinned to the inside of my robe, but there was no relief there. The next hour went by excruciatingly slowly, and my uncle nearly started racing his poor horse as we drew near to the turn-off leading to the abandoned stone barn. It was part of an unused, mostly-swampy area near one of the tributary streams, before the rocky ground would rise to the hills surrounding Rome. Now all that was left was a stone barn, overgrown with weeds and vines, and my uncle drove the horse within and tied him to a rock on the ground, never letting go of my wrist, even when we descended off the cart.
Once inside, he grabbed me and kissed me hotly on the lips, moaning his lust into my mouth. It was as if I stood outside my body and watched my wanton reactions to the man kissing me. He lifted my dress and slid his fingers into my bared, sodden pussy. At this point, I cared not whether or not he saw the pentagram scar marking my pussy as tainted by a demon. I just wanted this man with a raging hunger that should have made me fear for his life.
I reached out and grabbed for his cock inside the codpiece banding his leggings. It was already stretching free of its confines, arcing out eagerly and waiting. He untied his leggings and piece, and let them sag to the ground. He pushed my head towards his cock, wordlessly, and I descended to my knees before my uncle, grabbing his hips and engulfing his cock immediately between my lips.
Oh, the velvetiness of that cock. The sweet, maddening taste of his precum as it pulsed small globs over my tongue drove me insane. The hot scent of it, throbbing and eager, proclaimed its willingness to sacrifice its juices into my unholy throat. He wailed as I began to suck, fingers gripping frantically at my head with the sensation of my smooth, hot mouth sucking him exquisitely. What should have caused him pain was instead pleasure.
His hips bucked back and forth, and his balls began to bounce off my chin as my throat opened like a snake's to take him down into my gullet with each stroke. I sought to devour him, like the snake swallows a mouse, so that soon my lips and nose were buried in the thicket of black hair foaming around the base of his shaft. The slamming of his body into my face began to bruise my lips.
Each fresh thrust sent a new small pulse of pre-cum to inspire me to suck harder, faster. The man was at my total mercy now, for there was no stopping the insane animal we had become. We were one creature now, locked together, both of one mind, seeking the same release, only I was the taker and he was the taken. He *would* give me his cum, there was no question. When that certainty took its place in my mind, he lifted higher up on his toes and let out a roar that might be heard for miles. Thick, ropy streams of cum started arcing into my throat and I drew back so that the head rested on my squirming tongue, that I might taste the ambrosia as it welled forth from his balls.
I felt the orgasm rocket up from my toes and grab my womb like a squeezing fist, before it broke into a series of belly-shocking waves that ripped through me in time to the pulses of cum racing out of his cock. I shook in place, as if with a seizure, as I desperately drank him down.
This time I had enough control to pull away after he pulsed himself dry. He slumped down and sat in the grassy dirt, heaving breaths, looking not like a man who just experienced pleasure, but rather one who just experienced pain. He looked almost sick, yet more at peace than he had when we came to the old barn.
I stared at him for a moment, while still tasting the hot aftertaste of his cum on my tongue. I licked my lips clean, and walked to the cart and sat up in my place, waiting for him. He straightened his clothing and we continued on to Rome. Before we entered the city, my uncle said, "At moonrise tonight, you are to meet me in the loft above the stables at the back of the house." I said nothing in reply, and when he looked at me sharply, I just nodded my agreement.
When I arrived back in his household it was as if nothing had happened, which as far as my aunt and cousins were concerned, nothing had. My two cousins suddenly seemed even more annoying, girls as they were, and my uncle's wife seemed vapid, cow-like, insipid. My whole world was now colored with an intolerance of stupidity which liked to mask itself as innocence, and I found myself spending the day alone, avoiding my uncle and tending to my needlework.
When night came, I waited until the house was asleep, and at moonrise that night, an hour before midnight, I slipped out of the bedroom I shared with my two cousins, and went to meet my uncle in the loft.
He was not there, but a dull red glow was in the corner of the hayloft. A familiar chuckle shook me roughly to the core, and I whispered, "My uncle will soon be here. You had better leave, demon."
The creature stepped out of the shadows, its pointed, hideous teeth bared in a rictus of a smile. "I think not. Your uncle is exhausted after your fine job of draining him this afternoon. No, he shall sleep soundly until morning, without even a nightmare to disturb his sleep."
I sat in the hay, hands gripping my skirts tensely. He continued, "You see the possibilities before you, do you not? Your effect on the mortal male shall be overwhelming, when you wish it. You must first learn control, or the merest touch of your hand or your nearby presence will drive men to raging lusts. While you may want that effect on occasion, it is inconvenient when you are trying to mask yourself in the mortal realm."
I listened to him dully, my mind still working on the memories of that afternoon, when my uncle was desperately thrusting his cock into my mouth, as if seeking oblivion in the release of his sperm down my throat.
The demon said, "You will learn that all mortal men wish death, deep down. They seek pleasurable deaths, the ecstasy of oblivion that only a succubus or a skilled mortal whore can offer. A man tortured by lust is a tool to be used in our struggles against the Enemy." I looked up at the demon, past his jutting penis and into the expressionless red glow of his baleful eyes. He said, "It will be your duty to further our cause on Earth."
I said, "What if I choose not to?"
He chuffed. "You can choose not to, and die. You will die in a pain-wracked way, desperate for release but too weak to move after a time without the delectable taint of mortal semen." He moved closer to me, then, and lifted my gown up over my head, and picked me up in his arms like a doll.
He continued, " Your oblivion will come slowly, not before you have explored all the avenues of desperation and desire. Even if you were able to battle and overcome your desires, and sink into death, you would wake up in torture in the lowest reaches of Hell, where you would need to work for centuries to crawl out of the pit into the ease of the mortal world."
I hated him now more than ever. He took delight in my horror and despair. The stink of his flesh overwhelmed me just as it had the night before, and he yanked off my drawers and let them fall to the floor. He turned me around in his grip so that my back was to him, and the hard jab of his animal penis was wedged up between the soft globes of my ass. He grunted in satisfaction at the trembling in my body as I readied myself for the onslaught of pain.
I sobbed, "Don't... there must be another price I can offer you." He held me in place off the ground, and thrust. Arcing, intense pain raced out from my asshole where the tip began pushing inside. He grunted, "No, this is my price. Your virgin ass. Then I shall teach you how to suck cock properly, and how to control your passions." He slapped my ass. "Beg me not to fuck you."
I gasped, "No!" as he nudged at my asshole, causing me considerable pain again. He said, "Beg your father not to fuck you."
I screamed, "You're not my father!" and at that his claws dug into my flesh, painfully. He hissed, "You doubt me? No? I suppose it's a pitiful display of your loyalty to that sack of scum playing at blacksmith, mm? Should I tell you again how tight your mother's pussy was as I fucked her?" My struggles excited him. I wanted to turn and attack him, punch him, kick him. Instead, I was held motionless, on the edge of becoming impaled on his cock. He laughed, and said, "I will make you call me Papa before I finish you tonight."
Slickened by the copious precum leaking from his tip, the wedge-shaped head eased into my ass bit by bit, until the head popped into that violated hole with an audible sound. Accompanying the sound was a hot, poker-like pain that set my body dancing in his grip. He thrust at me madly now, working back and forth while his cock sawed in and out of my poor, tender asshole. He whispered, maddeningly, in my ear. "I am your papa. Say it." I stayed silent except for the soft sounds of pain bursting from my lips.
Hot demon cock raped me yet again. Like the first time, I enjoyed it even as I hated him fiercely. His cock roughly thrust within my bowels, and as my asshole stretched to accomodate him, the pain began to dwindle to be replaced with lust. I threw myself back at him as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. I began swearing back at his curses in earnest, whoreson, bastard, filthy abomination, and it seemed to excite him even more.
He slammed once, twice, violently, imbedding his cock deep in my bowels. He stopped, and whispered, "Call me Papa, whorebitch." At my silence, he was soon using me like a rag doll to fuck his cock, and his balls slapped roughly against my pussy on each of his impaling thrusts. Every time I came close to orgasm, he would stop, maddeningly, with the ring of my asshole sucking and throbbing around the base of his imbedded cock. He would whisper, "Call me Papa." He would not resume at my stubborn silence until my frantic buildup would ebb away. He repeated this over and over, until I was mad with passion and desire for release.
Finally I screamed, "Fuck me, Papa!" and he did not begin to move. He hissed, "Who is your father?" and I said, "YOU!"
At that, he began fucking me violently again, this time moving his hips side to side on every thrust, as if he sought to completely fuck every angle of my bowels. My small ass bounced against his bristled hips and I came, and came again with this filthy violation. He howled, and I bit back my screams of pain/pleasure as gouts of his thick, scalding poison filled my bowels with hose-like fury. After he spent the contents of his balls deep inside my ass, he lifted me off his cock with an audible popping noise, and threw me to the hay. His thick cock lurched, slick with brown ooze from my ass. He smiled wickedly, and my instruction on how to suck cock began while the juices from my fucked ass still coated his cock.
Not only did I learn how to suck cock to drive any man mad, I learned how to extract even more cum out of their bodies than they would otherwise give. I learned finger pressures and magical fields to coax every available drop from their bodies, so much so that one suckling would lead them to exhaustion.
My other instruction that night included how to avoid giving into lusts as they presented themselves, and how to shield myself from causing lusts in men until I was ready to allow them. I returned to bed while it was still night, a full hour before the beginnings of dawn, sore, violated, and filled with hatred.
The next day was spent in helping my aunt with various chores about the household. It did have moments of delight, for when I was able to sit, I would angle myself so that the soreness in my ass would be compounded by the constant state of feverish wetness in my cunt. I was beginning to feel chills even as I sat near the fire in the midafternoon. I realized that it had been two days since my last encounter with my uncle, and this torment of heat between my legs was the first sign that it had grown too long now since my last feeding.
So this discomfort, like that of sexual arousal mixed with chills and nervousness, was the first signs of a succubus' hunger. It was a tight anxiety mixed with arousal, causing my drawers to remain damp throughout the day. Once, I escaped into the privacy of the bedchamber for a moment, my fingers digging down under my dress and drawers to rub at my engorged clit, but I found no paths to an easy release. In truth, toying with my clit just caused a maddening increase in the wetness down there, like adding oil to a fire thinking it was water. The slippery liquid allowed the pouting lips of my vulva to slide back and forth over each other, excitingly, as I shifted about.
The scent of my cunt was sweet, yet obviously aroused. I feared others might scent my arousal, so I crushed some mint leaves and rubbed them over my pussy. The light burning sensation did nothing to quell my agony or sweeten my temper. My solution was to avoid everyone while I tended to my work, with my thoughts wishing me elsewhere, such as on my knees, with my lips wrapped around a soothing cock.
My carnal reveries were broken at mealtime by my aunt's clucking at my bird-like appetite. Appetite? It made me laugh to think how she'd look, if she knew that my appetite was not for the food on the table, but rather for her husband's cum pulsing itself down my throat. The truth be known, since I had started supping on my uncle's cum, ordinary food lost its delight for me. I seemed never to grow hungry, per se. Rather, this new kind of hunger signaled when it was time for me to feed, as my dinner was best taken on my knees and served fresh from the source. But my last period of relief had lasted me nearly four whole days and this time, it had been only two. Besides education in seduction and sex, the demon's education included the revelation that my demands for 'squirt', as he referred to it, would increase exponentially as I matured, until I demanded three or four sessions a day with willing mortal men. Maybe less, if I found a relatively potent man, such as a young man or an exceptionally virile one who could sate my hunger. There were drawbacks, however. Too much sex with me would cause a wasting disease in the men I was attached to, and even if I were willing and able to forgo attachment and instead wander the world in search of nightly, anonymous sex, the men so visited would invariably become ill after a night of ecstasy with me.
I was beginning to understand the state of my existence and I could contemplate the eternity of misery before me. As a half-human creature, I was still subject to the same miseries as any other human woman short of bearing children and the monthly flux, but as half-demon, my torments were multiplied. I would be forced to seek out men for sex to assure my very continuation. I was a succubus, succubi were leeches, and as I know now, the most disdained creature in Hell since they were dependent on mortals for their continued survival. When you looked at a powerful succubus, you were looking at hundreds, if not thousands, of corrupted and likely damned mortal souls.
During the mid-day meal, I found distraction from my growing torment in the delight of the aching pain in my ass, left over from when the demon had fucked me for what seemed like hours. My immediate thoughts, however, were not focused on the demon, but rather on the sinful delight of my uncle's cock, and when I might next take my fill of his delicious cum. It had to be soon, or I would go mad for the wanting of that velvety shaft between my lips. And, secretly, I was also frightened; what would happen to me if I needed to go without feeding for a time? How would this constant sex affect my uncle? And what would happen if I were discovered?
Later in the afternoon, I sat in the great room by the fire, trying to control my shivering. My cousins chattered away, still oblivious to the incredible changes that had already begun to run their course within me. My cousin Celia was a tall, mousy girl of fifteen, nearly of marriagable age. Camella was the younger one, prettier and much more spoiled. She was a year older than I, which fact she used to her advantage when it suited her.
I barely tolerated these simple girls, even less so now that I saw no use of them whatsoever. Like many other days, my uncle was gone from the house, so there was little respite from their constant yammering. I found myself longing to see the man that I might find out when we could next meet.
So most of my day was spent with my fidgeting, enjoying fragmentary after-flashes of the hot fucking I had the night before, and going nearly crazy with listening to my empty-headed cousins prattle on about things I cared nothing about. The evening meal came, and with it my uncle, back from business. The dark circles under his eyes, present since our last encounter, had vanished for the most part, and he seemed his old self. His gaze kept returning to me over the dinner table, and from the way he gripped his cup, I could tell he was anxious as I was for our next session.
As I rose from the table, my uncle said, "Maria, I saw someone from your village today," as a ruse to engage me in a quiet conversation while my cousins retired to the great room, and my aunt went off on some errand. He came close, and I scented his sweat. I ached for him, so much so that my thighs began to tickle as small rivulets of juice began leaking from my sodden cunt. He whispered, "My little beauty, meet me in the loft tonight... I promise I shall be there. I do not think I can sleep with the agonies of desire."
I softly replied, "All I can dream about is tasting you again," and he shuddered at my words.
"You shall have all of me, and more than just once. An hour after everyone's asleep," he whispered hurriedly, then went off to go about his usual routines.
That hour, spent lying awake on the pallet in the room shared with my cousins, was agonizing. My fingers silently (difficult... for I was sloshing wet) slid back and forth over the soft flesh hooding my protruding clit. I was so aroused that the small organ actually rose out of my glistening lips like the tip of a wicked beckoning tongue, withdrawing a bit and protruding again as it pulsed with anticipation. I found no release whatsoever, not even a hint. When I could stand it no more, I promised ten more minutes, lasted only five, and slipped through the house and into the night.
I made for the barn in the darkness of the New Moon. I found the ladder and was releived to hear my uncle's soft reply to my queries, instead of a grating laugh and a red glow. It was pitch-black, but we embraced immediately, like old lovers, and we were both fumbling with our clothing immediately. Bent over as he was, he suckled at the side of my neck, then ear. He whispered, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, and tonight I want to make you mine own."
He lay me back on the hay, diving into my sodden pussy with an obvious delight, whispering soft adorations of my taste and scent, and lapping at me like a starving man. His tongue curled around my hard clit, thrumming back and forth, and then dove into my vagina. I found no pleasure in this, and grew impatient. My main goal was to rid myself of this torment, and I knew only one way to do that. Right then, I wanted nothing of his adoration, and all of his cock. I slid over, and moved to take him in my mouth.
My uncle whispered, "No, not that. I know you are my brother's daughter, God forgive me, but I want your virginity to be mine." In the darkness, he was unable to see the healing pentagram scar that I bore on my bare mons, or he might not be so eager to want to put himself inside. His finger dipped into my pussy, but I drew away quickly before he could guess that my virginity was already gone, and what if his cum in my pussy did nothing for my hunger?
I thought quickly, and as I pulled away, I whispered, "It would be dangerous for us to do that... what if I bore you a child?" full knowing that I could not get pregnant (the demon told me I was unable to), but looking for any excuse to keep him from spending himself in any place but my mouth, where I wanted him.
He said, "You are not mature enough to bear children. Why, you do not even have hair on your sex, yet." He sighed, and then rolled on his back. "Nevertheless, it has been said to happen before. You are right, though I should not complain, for your beautiful mouth more than serves."
I kept myself from pouncing on his cock, and instead began the work slowly, easing the incredibly delicious, swollen head between my lips, where I suck led on his pre-cum for a moment like a baby at a teat. Little gushes rewarded me, and I was in ecstasy for the moments they lay richly on my tongue. My fingers massaged at his balls gently and manipulated them carefully in such a way as to encourage them to release all of their precious load down my throat. I planned on emptying this man of everything he could feed me.
His moans were almost continuous. I began to suckle him in earnest now, moving my mouth the way the demon taught me, in a circular up and down motion, while his cock slid in and out of the tight ring of my throat, and with tricks of pressure with my tongue to build him up slowly to maximize the yield. Obscene sounds filled the air, from the unnatural act, sucking sounds and the strenuous pull of my uncle's breath.
I soon had that cock painfully swollen and his hips straining upward in a spasm of desire. I pushed him down my throat and had my lips buried once again in the thicket of hair at the base of his shaft. While he was trapped entire in my throat, I swallowed at him in rhythmic waves, the muscles milking and stroking at the wonderful shaft imbedded in my throat. His trapped cock would twitch in answer to my demanding sucking.
My feverish turmoil was peaking as he neared orgasm. He gripped my head tightly and followed my movements, hips lifting still and trying to drive himself, entire, into my mouth. A quivering thrust... another thrust, and he let out the despairing cry of a man resigned to his own doom.
Release! Hot gushes pulsed down the length of his rock-hard shaft and ran into my throat. My own release shook me, and I reached down to dig my fingers into my spasming pussy as I came with the first taste of his semen. I pulled back once again to allow the head of his spurting cock a cushion on my tongue... all the better to savor his offering while it shot from the slit at the tip. Wave after wave of ecstasy wracked my body with each thick load deposited on my quivering tongue. I swallowed him down hungrily, and sucked as his pulses began to dwindle, trying to siphon every last drop from his balls. He hips dropped to the hay and he sobbed in a great breath as I let his spent shaft ease from between my lips.
He murmured something, and was fast asleep in the darkness in a matter of moments.
That familiar chuffing sound made me look over my shoulder, and the demon stood there in a red glow, rocking back and forth on his cloven hooves, half-hard penis swaying, obscenely. He rasped, "Excellent job in under ten minutes. I won't be surprised if you rise in rank quickly. Of course, you'll need new victims soon."
I licked my lips, like a cat after a bowl of milk. I looked down at my uncle's sleeping form, but he did not stir. The demon said, "He will not wake while I am here."
I settled back on the hay, and said, sarcastically, "What part of my body will you violate tonight for payment?"
He smirked, as much as he might, while his glowing red eyes flashed dangerously at me. His great dark cock twitched lecherously as he said, "I do not desire to fuck you any more. I have taken and consecrated all your holes... your charm has faded with the loss of your mortality. I much prefer virgins and mortal women. In fact, I want you to go and get your cousins and bring them here, to me."
I stared at the demon as he stood, flickering in balefire. "My cousins? You can't be serious."
"Oh, I only want to fuck the eldest. That will be my price, tonight. The youngest we shall keep a virgin, which we shall use for our own purposes, which you will see, later."
I stood, and said, "What should I do, wake them and tell them to follow me, a demon wants to rape them? Why don't you fetch them yourself?"
The demon's backhand across my face took me by surprise and the pain immediately flowered bright in my eyesight. He hissed, "First of all, bitch, respect me, for you are not that important that I could not father another cunt like you tonight. I do it all the time. Secondly, your uncle's house has been consecrated with holy water by your damnable uncle the priest, not to mention the crucifixes hanging within. I could no more enter that home than you could walk into a bonfire."
I touched at my cheek, gingerly, to test the pain. I said, "Then why am I able to live there if it is consecrated? Am I not half demon?"
The demon said, "Succubi are half-mortal and the weakest of the demons, but are also immune to holy wards. Such things will have no effect on you." I noticed the demon's dark claws held a small silvery vial. He handed it to me. "Take this, open it, and press it to the lips of each of the girls while they sleep, so the opening is near their nose. Do this for the count of fifteen, then lead them to me, here, by taking their hands and pulling them this way. They will respond, and once they are out of the house, I will be able to control them."
I left the barn, and in the darkened bedroom, I took his instruction and was able to walk my cousins through the hall and out the scullery door towards the stables. When we reached the stables, my cousins themselves climbed the ladder inside without my prompting. I assumed the demon had entered their dreams and was now able to control their movements.
I reached the top. The youngest cousin lay in the hay and slept on, while the demon stood looking over Celia who stood, sleeping and swaying, before him. He said to me, "Undress her."
I untied the neck of Celia's nightgown, and let it fall, while her peaceful, sleeping face bore no fear or acknowledgement of her nudity. She had round mounds on her chest, with puffy pink nipples, and a lightly haired pussy between her thin legs. The demon grunted in pleasure, and his cock rose and lurched thickly, dribbles of precum plopping into the hay beneath him. "She is a sweet little morsel. Should I leave her with child?" He looked over at me with a dangerous glow in his eyes. "Any more disrespect from you tonight, whore, and your replacement starts in her belly, tonight."
I said nothing, but must have looked disapproving, for he just picked up Celia in his strong arms, and placed her in the hay, face down, so her ass jutted up to the ceiling. The demon crouched there, and said, "Come here, and witness the lovely job I shall do for this pure child."
I had no particular remorse for being the agent of Celia's agony, for I really did dislike the silly cow, but I disapproved of the dangerous position this would put me in, if we were discovered. I watched, none too close by, as he push and thrust at her resistant pussy, trying to slide that thick cock up inside her tender virginity.
From the hay below, Celia gasped and wailed a soft moan as the resistance gave way and the first three inches of his cock bolted within her cunt. The demon growled happily, and gripped her hips tightly, starting to fuck her in earnest. He leaned over to whisper horrible obscenities to the unconscious girl, leaving her to moan as if she was experiencing a terrifying nightmare. I went over to sit next to my uncle while the demon had his way with Celia. I leaned over, and licked at his sleep-stiffened cock. It twitched under my tongue, encouraging me.
I placed my uncle's cockhead in my mouth while the demon continued fucking the softly moaning, sleeping girl beneath him. The shaft between my lips slowly engorged to a full erection, and I lay my cheek on his belly, simply suckling at him like a feeding baby.
It was then that the demon lifted the girl while still impaled on his cock, and walked over to where my uncle lay. He lifted the limp girl from his cock, which throbbed obscenely in the air while he nudged me away from my uncle. "She shall have a dose of her father's juices... yes, that should be most amusing, while I take her ass. Or perhaps, if you are quick enough, that cum will not go to waste, and you will be able to catch it from his cock as he squirts."
I moved aside, furious, but unwilling to risk my own demise with my temper. The demon placed the girl's legs on either side of my uncle's hips, facing him. He said to me, "Put him inside her." I reached down, gave that beautiful cock a squeeze, and slid the sleeping man's cock up inside his daughter's pussy. The demon pushed me aside and he slid behind her, bending her forward so that he could begin butting the slick head of his cock against her tender asshole. It was not long before it began to slide within, while she groaned in sleeping pain. I watched carefully as several inches of the demon's thick cock managed to penetrate my cousin's ass before he was forced to withdraw and push in again, slowly. Soon he was fucking her ass in earnest, and I watched as my uncle's cock, nearly hidden beneath them, slid in and out of his daughter's cunt as she was bounced back and forth by the demon. My mouth was watering at the thought of another hot load squirting over my tongue. His soft groans beneath her told me he was enjoying it, and I worried that he would cum inside her, and not in my mouth.
My fears were confirmed as I heard a familiar gasp, as my uncle's hips thrust upward and quivered there to dump his load into Celia's pussy. The demon stopped then, and laughed, his cock still imbedded in her poor ass. He said, "Oh, it seems that another day's respite will be cut short, unless you wish to come here and suck out your dinner from her little cunt while I finish off her ass."
I balked at the thought, but the hot scent of semen wafted up to me as I stood nearby. The demon lifted her off my uncle and held her back to his chest, holding her in place while his hips sawed back and forth. He took hold under her thighs, holding her so her legs were spread wide and open. A healthy load of my uncle's semen gleamed dimly in her pussy, in the balefire light surrounding the demon. She continued to whimper in her sleep as that large cock insistently possessed her ass. I bent over, scenting that cum, and began to lick at her cunt delicately, lapping up the delicious stuff that oozed out of her cunt. I tasted Celia's pussy juice mixed with the rich, delicious deposit I scooped up with my tongue.
My tingling clit flared up and began twitching in small, soothing orgasms as I lapped. Finally I pressed my lips against my cousin's vagina to suck out the rest of the cum that was being forced from her hole by the repeated thrusts of the demon's cock in her ass. The demon, apparently reveling in my debasement, and clearly now excited, pushed me away and began fucking Celia in wicked earnest, jouncing her up and down his impaling cock like a rag doll, where she flopped and quivered each time it sunk home to the root.
With a roar, the demon began filling Celia's ass with cum. Squirts and dribbles of his seed leaked out of her ass as he continued humping into her, and plopped to the hay below. He released a huge, undoubtedly scalding load high up inside her slender body. She let out a soft squeal that made me doubt she was sleeping, but from her limp posture, I was convinced she still was.
He lifted her off his cock like he had me, the night before, and threw her into the hay near my still-sleeping uncle. He motioned to me, and said, "Lick me clean." as he presented his cock to me.
I stared down at his cum-slickened cock, and was revolted at the idea. He growled, and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Do not forget who is aiding who, here. Undoubtedly, your accursed priest-uncle will be visiting this household soon. Only I know how you may try to hide your nature from his inner senses, so if I were you, I would gladly lick that cock, unless you would rather chance being burned alive at the stake, assuming you could survive the wait in prison, without a cock to suck."
I did as he commanded, though it revolted me. He smirked as he watched me lick him clean of demon-cum and worse things. I spat into the hay, and stood up. My anger was a cold, seething thing. Twice tonight he had aided in my debasement; I was of a temper but I kept my voice in control. I said, "Give me now the secret, so we might end this filthy tryst."
The demon motioned to Camella, who was still innocently asleep near the ladder to the hayloft. He said, "Smear the pussy juice of that virgin, over the pentagram inscribing your cunt. It shall serve to mask you from those who might sense what you truly are. It is the best defense, and nearly the only defense, that magic can offer you. But it must always be the juices of a virgin. It will effectively mask your taint for a full day."
I asked, "How do I collect her juice? While she is asleep?"
The demon said, "You must excite her, but be careful not to damage her hymen. Use that silver vial I gave you to drug them into sleep before you attempt it."
I had other questions. "I was unable to orgasm today, like I could before. With my fingers. Am I doomed to orgasm just when I suckle? And can I take a man's cock up inside my pussy and seek relief that way?"
The demon smirked. "You gave up your humanity when I took your virginity and consecrated your cunt to the Dark Lord. You will only be able to orgasm when you take semen, either in your cunt or ass or mouth." With that, he motioned to the sleeping girls. "Bring them back to your room. When you return, your uncle will start to waken."
I let the two sleep-charmed girls down the ladder first, and then looked up at the sound of the demon's chuffing laugh. "Oh, one more thing," he said, in a gratingly mocking voice. "There is only one other way you could have an orgasm... and that is from me."
I swallowed my resentment. I led them down the ladder and was able to put them in their bedroom without incident. But before returning, I cleaned Celia up as best I could. I could not resist, and gave her poor over-used cunt a final suck, to lick out the last traces of her father's delicious cum. The next morning would be interesting, I thought, when the foolish girl awoke with a sore ass and cunt.
Returning to the stables, I found the demon gone. My uncle began stirring, and I touched his brow. He sat up suddenly, saw it was still dark, and said, "How long have I been asleep?"
I soothingly said, "Only a small while. But perhaps you should return to the house, if you are so tired."
He groaned and dressed, kissed me quickly on the lips, and said, "Tomorrow night, perhaps, here. I will wait for you at midnight."
I fondled his crotch lightly with my fingers, almost longing for yet another dose of his delicious cum, but instead I whispered, "Tomorrow night." With that, he was down the ladder and heading for the house. I followed soon after, and slept the sleep of the peaceful.
Celia awoke the next morning, pale and shivering. She seemed stricken by an ague, and lay in bed with stomach complaints all the day. Apparently she thought the soreness was due to a stomach illness, and had no idea, at least overtly, that the reason for her soreness was the demon's violation of her innocence. Not out of guilt, but rather out of mild disgust, I avoided her most of the day. I offered to do her chores, but I had to wonder why she didn't guess at the character of her discomfort. However, most of her discomfort seemed to be in her bowels.
My main concern now was focused around my eldest uncle's next visit, as he had not seen me since my changes had taken place. My younger uncle looked sickly this one morning, even more so than he did after our previous session, and stayed in his bed most of the day with a complaint of exhaustion. Surely my eldest uncle, as a priest well-versed in the ways of the arcane, would sense something wrong in the air of this household. Through casual queries, I found out from my aunt that the priest would be visiting within a day or two. This meant I must collect moisture from my cousin Camella that evening, and smear it over the dark, consecrating pentagram scar which was nearly healed on the puffy rise of my cunt.
That evening I approached both my sleeping cousins with the silvery vial, and lulled both of them into deep sleep with the vapors by holding its uncapped opening near their noses. Leaving Celia to peace, I moved to Camella. I lifted Camella's robe away from her pale legs, and hesitantly began to massage my fingers over her lightly-haired slit. She was somewhat dry, and I needed much more moisture if I was to coat my scarred pussy in her virginal juices, to mask my taint as the demon instructed me.
I slipped my finger between her lips and began stroking over her clit. She shifted in her sleep and let out a soft sigh. A quick check showed that she had already grown damp, and I continued with my rhythmic stroking, pausing to tickle at her opening with my index finger. Her flesh was soft and hot, and very responsive to my fingers. I was nervous that my aunt might walk into our room and see my hand stroking at Camella's cunt, so I kept my hands under the coverlet, where the steamy heat dampened my palms. I kept up my ministrations until her hips twitched upward from the bedding. She let out a soft cry, and her pussy contracted and pulsed with a quick, small orgasm. A soft gush of fluid accompanied this, wetting her little slit entire.
I scooped up the fluid in my fingertips, and moving my robe aside, carefully reached down my drawers and applied her juices like a balm to my heated cunt. It was as if cool, soothing water stroked itself over the surface of my skin; no real relief, just a temporary easing of the infernal fever that always seemed to occupy the flesh between my legs, dormant or no. I returned to bed, hoping that this 'balm of innocence' would be enough to protect me from the prying senses of my eldest uncle.
I had overlooked one thing; my demands for male juices were increasing. I was growing restless again. I could not face the priest in a tormented condition. Close to midnight, I dressed, and slipped from the house and went back to the stables. I was hoping that the demon would appear and advise me on how I was to be fed now that my uncle was down with exhaustion, but I stayed alone in the hayloft for over an hour. Meanwhile, the maddening hunger had already started to twist and boil inside me, only a full day after my last encounter with my uncle. I did not make the mistake, this time, of trying to bring myself to an orgasm, and instead considered all the options available to me, which were few.
This was when I made a dangerous decision. I slipped out of the house-compound, and into the streets of Rome. I rather would have chanced sex and all the dangers of strange men, than face my elder uncle as insanely hungered as I had been the day before yesterday. I did not know, as sheltered as I had been in gentle villages and fine households, what wandering the streets of Rome would yield me. I knew that Rome was not a gentle city. Cutthroats and ruffians often wandered her streets during the day as well as the evening, but I was sure that ruffians and cutthroats could give me the release I hungered for, just as well as a gentleman like my uncle. I had no idea how to seduce a stranger, other than by touch, but I was willing to try.
Two hours later, I was still wandering in and about the stone buildings and alleyways that made up the heart of the City, and still, I had no opportunities. I made sure that I was obviously female. I walked slowly. I let my hair, full and dark, hang loose to flow over my shoulders and down my back. I used every imagined trick a harlot might use in finding a man to bed her for the night, but it seemed I had no audience. I finally resorted to opening my robe so the thin, pale 'v' of my chemise and part of my chest was exposed to the night air.
It was at the Witches' Hour, or very close thereabouts, that two men yanked me from the dimly-lit street into a pitch-dark alleyway. A lantern was uncovered, and one of them breathed, "Hello, what's this?" before sheathing the lantern directly afterwards. A few moments of muttering, when I stayed silent, anticipating. Meanwhile, they kept a tight grip on my wrists and one large hand was kept clamped on my mouth while they watched the deserted street for several minutes.
One of them said, "Well, my little beauty, why do you wander the streets alone at night? Don't you know it's dangerous for a lovely girl such as yourself to be found in the darkness where rough men might seize you and harm you?"
The other grunted, "Maybe she's a witch. Pretty girls don't wander around looking to fuck, an' that one's more than comely."
The first one laughed. "You're a superstitious peasant, Alex. Don't you know a whore when you see one? Lovely girls can be cold and hungry too. You've seen many like her follow army camps around, though what she's doing about this place, I can only imagine."
Alex just grunted in reply, and then said, "Think she sucks cock?"
A hand stroked over my breast, and tweaked softly at my nipple, making my wet, hot cunt twitch. The more cultured voice replied, "She will, with a knife to her throat. I daresay she'll do anything we ask, won't you, my stunning little whore?"
With the large hand on my mouth, I was unable to reply. He continued, "I think if you scream or make a noise, we shall hurt you. But you shall kneel here in the dirt and suck my friend while I explore your sweet treasure. And make sure you suck him well, for he deserves a good reward tonight for spotting you earlier."
I had no plans on screaming. If I played it right, I would walk away with more than a few loads of cum inside me.
They pulled me deeper into the alleyway. They had grabbed my wrists, so they were undoubtedly feeling the lusts I seemed to create as a natural matter of touch. While my uncle, when I would seduce him, responded with hesitant passion, these men were rough, almost violent. One took me by the hair and pressed my face into his groin, where his cock was straining against the
rough fabric of his codpiece. The other man lifted my robes, tore off my drawers and roughly slid his finger up inside my pussy. He muttered a surprised curse, and said, "Already wet and ready. She *is* a whore, with a nice small cunt."
I mouthed at the man whose cock was pressed against my lips. A muttered curse, a few movements as he untied his clothing and the hot organ sprang free to nudge at my cheek and lips. I smiled triumphantly, and my hunger flared at the scent of his exposed, sweaty groin. The other man behind me lifted my hips and slid his cock home deep inside me with several rough thrusts. Despite my wet heat, it took more than a few powerful thrusts to fully seat himself in my feverish, grasping cunt.
Alex's slick cockhead nudged at my lips. He grunted, "Suck, bitch," and I obligingly opened my mouth so he could thrust inside. I sucked on his cock briefly, the raw taste heating my mouth. It tasted faintly of urine and male sweat, while the hot stench from his testicles drove me to a higher pitch of arousal. It was slightly thicker than my uncle's, which posed a challenge to swallow. His taste was also exotic to me, more harsh and spicy than the mildly musky scent and taste of my uncle's cock. A few, slight drops of precum continued to ooze out of the tip, and I began to suck in eager earnest, hungry for my reward. Alex's cock began to gently twitch in response to my eager mouthing, and he gasped, gasped, "Mother of God, she sucks, Rafaelo. Like a palace whore."
Rafaelo grunted back, "She cannot be, she has the tight cunt of a girl." He slapped at my asscheek as his prick struggled to push in and out of my tight opening. "If she's a whore, she's a young one. But she does not cry. You should have a go at this... tightest cunt... I have had in a long time. Fuck, I should spend in her soon, too soon."
Alex groaned when I was able to manage to press him down into my throat. He was so thick that it was a struggle to swallow him whole, but I managed, spurred on by the constant, maddening taste of his precum. He said, "No, you keep her cunt. I want to marry her mouth." His hips began to fuck at my face, and his hands in my hair tightened, so I was unable to move, trapped between two sweaty, thrusting male bodies, tossed this way and that with the hard, careless fucking. My lips were being bruised by the hard onslaught of cockthrusts into my mouth, and his balls slapped heavily against my chin. I was quivering with excitement, imagining the hot, delicious cum building up inside each of them.
I was incredibly aroused... two cocks at once, both swollen and full of cum. It was a free dinner, and the danger of the situation merely added to my arousal. I thrust against Rafaelo repeatedly, as best I could, and swiveled my hips so as to encourage him to release inside me. The cock in my mouth was now rock-hard and fully swollen, and the man roughly thrust into my battered throat. His laboured breathing gave warning of his onrushing release. The pace increased, so the pitch-dark of the alley was filled with the sounds of their cocks rutting into my wet holes.
The cock between my lips was the first to spurt. My head was held tightly to his groin in a sudden spasm, and he hunched over me, fucking my face once, twice, then a third time when he burst in torrents down my throat, sobbing like a child while he dumped his soul into my face. I was in ecstasy, as if a hot, sweet gallon of rainbow light was coursing into my gut, and with it, my own release rocketed upward until I exploded. My ass lifted and I came, hard, around Rafaelo's impaling cock. My sopping pussy sucked and nibbled as I came, while I swallowed the cum spurting from the sobbing man. My whole body trembled in pleasure, and very soon, Rafaelo was close to delivering my second load of cum of the evening.
Rafaelo gasped, "Fuck, I'm going to fill the little whore but good." I pulled back on the cock in my mouth so I might delicately lap at the cream still oozing from the slit, but was jostled at the force of the hips slamming against mine. Rafaelo fucked at me like a man possessed, yanking my hips back against his with every stroke. His grunts became high-pitched, desperate, as if every thrust was ratcheting his lust higher and tighter than he could stand. Finally, in a hard, silent spasm, he hilted himself to the root in my cunt and his cock burst into frothy spurts against my womb.
The feel of his spurting cock dumping against my womb was undescribable. His cum bathed my cunt in a hot, excruciatingly pleasurable glow. I came again, this time harder, with a rough, painful edge to the delicious spasms that wracked my cunt and sent small starbursts of light to my eyes in the darkness. His nails dug into the soft flesh of my bare hips, painfully, and he rutted against me with hard sharp staccato thrusts. I felt the hot gush of semen up inside, but nothing ran outward, as if my pussy itself was swallowing his load. In a strange way, I could almost taste the cum as it disappeared up into my cunt.
Both of my victims dumped everything they had inside me, and fell away, leaving me to crumple to the ground, panting and sated.
Rafaelo uttered a soft, unbelieving curse in the darkness. He said, "Alex, we must take her to the room. I'll want another use of her soon."
Alex made a soft groaning noise. "What, more? It'll be dawn in a few hours. You've got to get back home or you'll be missed. Leave the slut here, and we'll go back."
Rafaelo snorted. "I have plenty of time for at least one more go at her. You can sleep in the chair while I take her on the bed."
I personally just wanted to go home, but in a moment, two sets of hands picked me up and took me to a small, spare basement room in one of the buildings in the rougher quarter of town. All that was in it was a lantern, a table, a chair and a bed, and other than that, the place was clean and bare. Alex collapsed on the chair. I saw he was an older man, somewhere in his thirties, dressed not too shabbily in the style of a retainer. Rafaelo was a tall, swarthy youth, of no more than twenty years of age, dressed plainly, but in richer fabrics than I would have expected for a man who had just raped a girl in an alleyway of Rome.
Rafaelo said to me, sternly, "Undress, whore." He held a knife at me, low, to reinforce his demand.
I hesitated, and he jabbed at me with the tip, right in the thigh. "I said undress."
I looked over to see Alex snoring in his chair. Of course he'd be exhausted, at his age. I undressed then, and tried to shield my pentagram-scarred cunt from his view. His eyes were wild, and at first he did not notice the scar. He instead said, "Get on your knees, bitch, and give me some of what you gave Alex in the alleyway."
I kneeled before him, head half-bowed, and my face was hidden by the thick curtain of my raven hair. He reached beneath my chin and tilted my face upwards to his. He breathed a soft curse, and said, "Damn me, but you are beautiful. Are you a witch? Don't answer that. Just do what you did in the alley."
He pulled my hair back away from my face so he might see my lips ripple over the veins in his engorged cock. I took him deep into my mouth, and began to work back and forth on him eagerly, in full earnest. I was sated of my burning hunger, but another meal would just give me more time until I needed the next one. He fucked his hips towards my face, so that my nose would bury in his stinking hair on each stroke. He paused in his rutting, and then picked me up to toss me on the straw bed. He spread my legs roughly, and that is when he saw the sigil darkly scarred on my cunt.
I stared up at him silently, willing him to not see it in the dimly-lit room, to no avail. He pulled away from me with narrowed eyes, and whispered, "What are you? Witch? Demon? Worse?" His face had grown paler beneath the dark olive cast of his skin.
I gave him a small smile. "None of those. But I enjoy what you were doing to me, is that so wrong?"
He just stared at me. Below, his cock throbbed visibly in the air, wet with my saliva and oozing a steady stream of pre-cum. He whispered, "Fuck me, but I will have you, no matter what you are." With a groan, he fell on me, and his cock thrust roughly at my cunt. This time he fucked me with deliberate, abusive carelessness. My arms were held down to the bed by the wrists. He slammed into me repeatedly and painfully, while his cock grew more swollen with each stroke. With a deep growl, he spent quickly, cum racing out of the tip of his cock and deep in my belly. I burst into another, weaker orgasm, which coursed through my fuck-sore cunt.
He rolled off of me and stood up. He muttered, "Now get out." He leaned over and threw my robes at me. I quickly pulled them on, and was gone out the door immediately. I made it back into the compound of my uncle's house without incident, well before dawn. I managed to slip back into bed before I was missed, but I made sure to scoop up more liquid from Camella's pussy and smear it over my scar before I retired to sleep.
The next day dawned, and with it a bustle in the household. My younger uncle was out of his sickbed, but still looked exhausted. I feared my toll was already starting to sap at his strength, though the hot looks he gave me when our eyes happened to meet told me he still desired me as much as ever. Celia, however, was still abed, with a slight fever and the same stomach complaints. Camella looked as she did everyday although strangely quiet. My aunt, as usual, was an oblivious cow.
I had hoped my uncle had not impregnated Celia, although I was not sure if that would be possible after I had sucked most of his cum out of her pussy. It would suit the demon fine if Celia became pregnant with her own father's child. I simply did not want any more complications.
The afternoon meal came too quickly, and with it, my uncle. My eldest uncle was a tall, narrow man, with cavernous hollows beneath his cheekbones and a high, intelligent forehead that rose over the dark line of his brow. He was well known for his studies of the arcane; in fact, he was one of the most famous predecessors of the Inquisitions. Today, he brought with him a younger man from seminary, a young acolyte whom undoubtedly thought it a great honor to be asked to sup at a mentor's family table.
The priest introduced Pietro to the family, and assured us all he was a most promising student, for one being still so young. I found myself admiring this younger man; he had thick, dark hair, a lovely face, a strong, wide-shouldered body and his lashes lay thick and dark on his cheek when he bowed his head as God's blessing was pronounced over the dinner table.
I sat well away from both of them, while the priest inquired as to his youngest brother's health. My younger uncle replied that he had been sick these past two weeks, and Celia was also abed with a dyspepsia and a malaise, which the doctors simply attributed to a stomach complaint. My aunt and he made some simple conversation, Camella received his dour attention without so much as a twitch, and then my skin crawled and grew cold as he turned his attentions to me.
"And how is our brother's daughter faring in Rome?" he asked my younger uncle. "I see she has bloomed; her fair skin, dark eyes, and rosy lips are the image of her mother. You must guard her carefully, for soon she shall have all the gallants in Rome inquiring for her hand."
My younger uncle frowned a bit at that, undoubtedly contemplating the loss of our trysts. Camella shot a wicked glance in my direction, clearly jealous of the remark. My stomach was still in a knot, but I managed to smile faintly at the priest, feigning a chaste embarrassment.
The priest tore off a bit of bread from the loaf nearby. "Maria will be old enough for marriage in two or three short years. Of course, every girl should aim for a profitable, happy marriage." He looked at my younger uncle, who made no attempt to hide the feelings battling in his face. "I would think that our family should make an attempt in marrying her to as good a family as you've acquired for Celia." He dipped the bread in the gravy on his plate, and then said, "Is Celia's betrothal arranged without incident?"
I saw the acolyte, Pietro, shift me more than one or two surreptitious glances during the course of the conversation. I felt myself ache faintly with an echo of the previous night's lusts, imagining how such a young boy, barely older than myself, would taste. Although I preferred older men, my curiousity lodged the thought in my mind for later consideration.
My younger uncle nodded. "Giuseppe Paverno remains Celia's betrothed, and her dowry is a handsome one, so I do not expect him to balk at lovely Celia with so rich a consideration. Two thousand gold pieces, likely more if this season's cargos are as rich as the last's. As for Camella," and he shot his youngest daughter an insufferably indulgent look, "We have prospects in several fine families, which I will leave mysterious at this time, possibly until next winter." Camella blushed furiously. Little cunt, I thought. You'll fuck like a minx when you're married, if your eager response to my fingers last night was any indication.
The priest nodded, approving, at the news. "Your girls are finely set, then. But poor Maria will not have as handsome a dowry, of course, which may not bode well for her prospects, but there are many successful, older merchants who have very little need of a dowry and instead want a lovely young wife from a good family."
My younger uncle's voice was tight, obviously strained at the idea of losing me from his household. "She is rather young to be thinking of marriage as of now. I have not even consulted her father. We shall worry about that when we decide she is ready."
I could not tell if my eldest uncle's eyes darkened at the tone of his brother's voice. He glanced from me to his brother, and then raised his empty wine cup towards the servants to be refilled. After the almost-imperceptable pause, he smoothly continued, " Of course, as I am of the cloth, I will not presume to bargain for you in such worldly affairs as obtaining a husband for Maria, but I can make several inquiries. Discreetly, of course." One of the servants poured the priest another full cup of wine, which he sipped from, contentedly. But I felt his eyes sidle to me, even when I was not looking.
The rest of the afternoon passed away fairly uneventfully, whether from the general genial atmosphere in the Great Room, the fine wine, the ease of the balmy early-summer afternoon, or the skilled way in which my eldest uncle steered the conversation away from anything controversial and told interesting stories from his trips abroad. My aunt asked pointedly about the stories of witches in the countryside around Tivoli.
My uncle frowned. "Such topics are not meant for such delicate ears as we have here. Suffice to say that we believe that there have been reports of unholy occurences around the countrysides not far outside of Rome; perhaps they have come over the southern border from the Kingdom of Naples, for the States of the Church are lately in an uproar with new factions appearing in every state demanding alleigence with the Emperor rather than His Holiness, the Pope. Such weaknesses are fodder for the invasion of dark forces in our land. I shall re-consecreate your house if such stories frighten you, dear lady," he said to my aunt, whose sudden fluster was amusing to watch. He continued, "You may sleep better at night knowing you have the protection of thrice-blessed water on your doorstep."
My aunt, the cow, nodded in rapid agreement. I decided then, that if it ever came to it, I wanted to be the first person to tell her how much I enjoyed sucking her husband, and how I enjoyed watching him fuck their daughter Celia. That day might never come, but the contemplation of it must have brought an obvious smile to my face, which Pietro the acolyte mistook for my approval of holywater at my doorstep. The fool launched into a rapid, almost adoring account of the thrice-blessing process, and how such devices were sure to keep evil from our household.
I stared at him through the half-lidded veil of my dark eyes, not hearing a word he was saying, but despite myself, found my mind imagining what his cock must taste like if I let it slide over my tongue. My female senses told me that this young boy was throughly charmed by me, and this both delighted and bored me, all at once.
My half-hearted nods must have been mistaken for politeness, for nobody noticed a thing, while inside my heart yearned to wander the streets of Rome again, so that I might find Rafaelo in some dark alley, and he might give me more of his rich rewards from his thick cock.
The afternoon ended, and with the darkening shadows, my uncle the priest and his weak little minion departed for home. I breathed a sigh of relief, and my younger uncle later told me to meet him in the stables once the moon had set.
When I went up into the loft, the horses, usually restless (and more so if the demon was about) were quiet this evening, as if growing used to the nearly-nightly trysts going on above their heads. My uncle kissed me and fondled me, and I allowed him to slip his fingers down to caress at my clit. I moaned in growing hunger. My hands reached down to stroke at the front of his jerkin and slip beneath, to caress that cock I loved to suck. Tonight, I would let him fuck me.
He stripped off my robe, and I lay in the hay, while he undressed nearby and lay next to me. I whispered, "I have been thinking... perhaps it is best if you are the first." He groaned and rolled over my small body with his own long one, forcing apart my knees with his own and claiming my lips to press his tongue inside my mouth. I tightened down on the muscles inside my cunt, so his eagerly searching cock would encounter no easy entrance as he tried to slip inside.
He reached beneath him and ran the tip of his streaming cock over my clit and back down to the entrance of my vagina. He pushed, straining, and met the resistance as my muscles closed down nearly completely. I whimpered in fake pain, and up on his elbows above me, he caressed the side of my face. "Hush, it shall only hurt a moment, then it shall be like heaven."
The fool pushed in again, and this time I let my muscles slacken all at once so he slid home to the root. I gasped and tears rushed to my eyes in a mocking fake of virginal agony. He held me, in a weak attempt at comfort, that nearly made me burst out laughing, then began fucking me in earnest. He was so taken by his lust that I would have had no delight in the act if I was truly an untested virgin. However, the idiot was so taken by the lusts I was pumping into his flesh that all he could think about was thrusting into my cunt furiously, seeking the oblivion of release, and my now-yielding cunt knew the familiar feeling of fucking all too well.
My answering pleasure came swiftly, and I rose up to meet each of his fucks with a tilt and swivel of my hips. His gasps became rapidly labored, and with a stifled cry he hilted himself into my cunt and began to spurt. My answering orgasm sucked up every drop of his juice, leaving me temporarily sated and limp beneath my uncle as he squeezed the last of his cum into my still-hungry cunt.
Later that evening, still not fully sated, I managed to slip from the house, clad in my dirty, cum-stained robes of the night before, and fucked and sucked three different men that night, leaving them each exhausted after filling my holes completely. I was disappointed that I had not come across Rafaelo, for his cum was unusually sweet and rich, and I had a taste for him, for some reason. However, the three men I had sucked were all satisfying. One was a short, older man, who seemed as if he was about to drop dead from the pleasure, and two others were about my younger uncle's age, both filthy and undoubtedly covered in sores and fleas, though I seemed to escape unscathed. I had no shame in fucking the refuse of the streets of Rome, for I was no fine lady, and they had no care for what I was. I felt over-full, and stumbled home soon before dawn with enough time to hide my filthy robes beneath my mattress, wash, and don clean bedclothes quietly before I fell asleep alone in my bed, with the taste of cum still lingering on my tongue.
Next: Celia's betrothed makes a call.
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