Ashtaroth

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By Jjay

The demoness stepped into the dark depths of the club. Strobe lights flickered eerily through the clouds of smoke from hundreds of cigarettes and fog machines and the writhing bodies of humans dancing up against each other in a close fashion that resembled lovers fucking.

The loud heavy beats of the music didn’t seem to bother her as she was already completely used to be around the loud screams of her victims in the depths of Hell. Her somewhat larger than usual unnatural toxic-neon green eyes lazily glanced over each face she could see turning toward her as if they felt her enter the room like the queen she was.

The female was dressed in a fitted black and neon green corset, sliced up pleated skirt, ripped neon green thigh highs with a black and neon green garter belt. It was clear from the slight glimpses one got through the vertical slits and missing panels of the skirt that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun with bits hanging around her face. The tips were the same neon green she wore on her clothing. Golden studs and rings hung from her ears. An emerald stud was in her left nostril. The complexion of her skin was pail, maybe due to the green and black it held a tinge of green to it.

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A smile crossed those lush green lips of hers. She stepped deeper into the club her knee-high black boots never making the slightest sound as she walked through the crowds of dancers that parted for her to pass through. It was the power of a succubus of her standing to draw attention to herself, making mortals lust after her as well as fear what she could do. Making her way to the bar she leaned against it with a gentle grace and flashed that award winning smile at the barkeep she knew well.

“Hello, Ash,” he said softly as he leans toward her from the other side, “Here for a little fun I take it?”

The male was beautiful to say the least. His icy blue eyes stared at her with an almost tangible lust. After all he was the reason the succubus came to this place -to taste this dark haired male’s fantasies and make them a reality. His hair was cut into a Mohawk with vibrant neon blue tips that stood up straight up. He was dressed in a vest that showed off his chest and fit muscular body through the steel chains that held the front closed, black jeans covered his legs and his feet were strapped into a pair of knee high black stylized combat boots.

Ashtaroth leaned in a bit more, “isn’t that the only reason I ever bless you with my presence?” She asked in return tilting her head to the side slightly. Her eyes trailed over him wondering what she might do to him tonight. The thoughts of perhaps teaching him a little bit of fear crossed her mind, as did a few other fun things. It was easy for her to weave allusions and illusions with her magic and natural creativeness.

Daren set to work making the demoness her usual drink, a bourbon Manhattan. When he sat it in front of her he leaned over again to her and whispered softly so only she could hear, “I have missed you dearly, my sweet mistress. Your work truly keeps me so far from your grasp at times. And for too long.”

His words made her smile quite wickedly. She could easily command him on top of the bar and to beg for her to bless him with just her touch if not just her simple words that would turn him on to the point where he didn’t care where they were just that he wanted her. A demon like her enjoyed knowing that she could do this. She simply chose not to.

It occurred to her that this time she would only to snatch him away to the private VIP rooms that were on the second floor and looked out over the club with thick glass wall like windows. No one could see up into the rooms due to the mirror like coating on the glass.

With a light hand she cups his cheek and kisses his lips gently. They knew there were eyes on them. It was how they liked it. How they wanted it. Then she said it. “Meet me upstairs.”

The sigh of almost relief that came from him didn’t escape her attention in the slightest. It made her smile as she headed to the back of the club to the stairs that were guarded by a couple of demons of her own choosing. They bowed from the waist as she approached and didn’t raise till after she had passed. It was out of deep respect for her that they did such a thing.

She pushed open the door to her favorite room in this club. She had paid the owner to build this place just for her. All sorts of toys were neatly organized and lined shelves, and hung from hooks set into the walls: crops, canes, whips, floggers and so many more. Nipple clamps, gags of all sorts, tons of rope and bondage gear; dildos, strap-ons, and fucking machines of any description as well.

She kept the place well stocked with everything a pair of lovers could every want or even need. After all the succubus enjoyed her little human fuck-toy and wanted him to keep coming to her for his every need.

The female was still admiring the room when a soft knock at the door told her that Daren had arrived, “Come in, pet,” she called out loud enough for him to hear her.

Her back was kept to him as he pushed open the door and walked forward his boots making soft clopping noises as he did. Once he was at her side he melted to his knees with his hands palm up on his knees. His gaze was forward, back straight and proud. Her green gaze slid to admire him a little. The sight of him brought another smile to her lips.

Stepping away she didn’t say a word as she set about gathering one of her favorite toys. Unfortunately for the male he didn’t share her love for the pony headstall set up that was designed to blind him and gag him with a rubber bar bit.

She strapped it into place then helped him up with a touch on his arm. She led him over to the windows were a tie down stall was set up. Once she placed him in the general direction of her preference she went about gathering some other things she would need to make this complete.

Almost as an afterthought she stripped him of all his clothing, This revealed that his cock remained in its simple plastic cage of transparent plastic.

Ash returned a few moments later with a set of specially assembled tack: D-ring straps, a heavy duty posture collar with further rings at side and front, and cuffs. She strapped him in, his hands bound in the cuffs behind his back, the arms boxed.

A large ring lined strap was then put around his upper arm and torso to keep him in posture without pain. The collar was placed about his neck before reins were threaded through the side rings of the collar and attached to the bit rings of the headstall. They were connected reins so she had no need to tie them together. She bent him over, securing his upper body to the bars of the stall by more leather threaded through the rings of the chest strap.

“My, you look so delicious,” she purred taking a step back to enjoy the view of the male. His ass was sticking out at her. His pink little pucker begging to be filled. She wouldn’t leave him waiting too long as she stripped as well. She used her magic to change herself into a she-male.

Her cock was a rather large, owing a little more to length than girth, adorned with a Prince Albert piercing at the head. She stroked the length as she walked over to a shelf and pulled a bottle of lube. She strode with it back over to her dear lover.

She poured some lube on to her now engorged member as she walked. The cool liquid felt good and made her stroking movements more gratifying. Lining up with his ass she smacked the puckered hole with her cock head before she poured much more of the lube on his tail hole. Two of her slender entered and began fucking him languidly.

The moans and panting sounds he made only served to excited her more. He strained at his straps. She eased another finger into his hole eliciting a whimper. She knew well that it wasn’t from pain but the pleasure he felt.

The demoness licked her lips at the sight of his body all but trying to pull her fingers into him. This made her truly hungry for the energy that he gave off now — a pure, lust filled energy. Her cock throbbed hard in her other hand as she pulled her fingers free of Daren’s ass and pressed the fat head against his entrance.

A purr erupted from her throat as she sank into him. She decided upon in a slow agonizing push. An equally expressive groan came from him. When she was fully seated into his taut channel she took the reins and pulled back with one hand and braced the second one on the male’s left hip. She set him at a steady the rhythm for mutual pleasure with the reins slightly slack.

As the moans from the male under her grew more frequent she picked up the pace and tightened the tension on the straps till she was simply using the natural motion of leaning back slightly and pulling him to her like his body was in a swing. His shrieking intensified. While he was keenly aware of the pleasure he was feeling he could not get hard while folded into his cock cage.

Her cheeks were flushed by now and she felt her balls draw up against her body. She held back for a few more minutes. Then with an unearthly roar of pleasure, she let all of her pent up seed spill into the male’s tight ass. As she came she pulled him tighter against her and growled softly,

“Good, little cunt.”