Doom Story Update

2k words. I have family over and if they see me writing demonic smut, well... that's a conversation I don't want to have.

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His hand creeped towards her nethers, Andreas caressing the finer strands of fur ringing her opening. A bead of her juices wet his fingertips, the demoness dripping with desire. Not one to waste time, Andreas pressed his index greedily into the cleft of muscle, grimacing as her anticipation literally cooked his fingertip. She always seemed to get even hotter with each next part of her body he explored, and it never ceased to catch him off guard. He remembered someone telling him that his fingerprint layer was only a millimetre deep, and Sharrya would burn it off if he wasn’t careful. 

He pressed his digit in up to the first knuckle, Sharrya throwing her head back and snorting like a bull in heat, the imagine helped along by her upswept horns. Two opposing walls of muscle viced around him, softer than the legs he was currently resting on. Plunging onto the second knuckle, her walls became sopping wet, though they still kept a deathly grip on him.

Andreas’ heart began to beat faster as a maw of bristles glanced his digit, the texture of her passage shifting as he drew into the beginnings of her tunnel. His mind’s eye conjured up images of thumb-sized tongues, traveling down her shrinking depths in concentric rings. Like moths to light, they seemed drawn to this foreign intruder, his digit soon lost in a nest of pliant, stroking muscles.

He curled his finger and found it took an effort, Sharrya’s passage clamping down on him as he glanced her most sensitive flesh. Seeing the demon scrunch up her eyes was very satisfying. She was swinging her hips, trying to keep in time with his stroking finger, a demonic growl that would have been intimidating under different circumstances building in her throat.

“You’re shivering like this is your first time or something,” Andreas pointed out. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Be quiet,” she muttered. “Baron’s cannot do such… eccentric things with their claws.”

“Eccentric, like this?” he asked, introducing another finger. Her exaggerated portions meant there was plenty of room, though that wasn’t to say she was loose. Her powerful core made her far tighter than appearances would convey, and he couldn’t piston his fingers without considerable effort.

“Yes!” Sharrya growled, her voice cracking.

“Sounds like mortal’s have a one up on you,” he added, leaning down to kiss her pillowy thigh.

“There is something to be said for such meekness,” Sharrya said. “You can get into all the right places easily.”

“The only one meek here is you,” he said, curling his fingers and getting her to croon again. She averted her eyes, refusing to talk back. Although her cheeks were permanently red, he could tell how flustered she was, the emotions hidden behind a veil of denial. Sharrya could be pretty cute when she wasn’t being a genocidal warlord.

He couldn’t quell his urge to bring his lips to her mound pecking her dangerously close to her lips. His mouth was scorched by this point, but he didn’t care, the prospect of bringing her to climax outweighing his apprehension. This was all for the deal, of course, he had to make her feel good purely for the sake of saving the country – that’s what he kept telling himself.

Sharrya watched him intensely as he glanced her nethers, orbiting her delicate labia with his tongue, a sultry moan reaching his ears as he covered those lips with his in an uninhibited kiss. Her fur tickled his nose as he plunged deeper, Sharrya meeting it by raising her hips off the floor. The fatty layers of her thighs squashed around his shoulders as she tensed, her body circling in time with his twitching fingers.

Her taste was like spiced cider, the liquid dripping to his chin as her liquid excitement rose up to meet his questing tongue, his cock experiencing a jealous twitch. She was so receptive, always moving one way or the other, her claws digging into the cold tiles as she struggled to keep her hands still, Andreas going wide eyed as her claws dug inches into the concrete.

“Please,” Sharrya whined. “Please, like that. Oh by the Maykyrs….”

Andreas rose from her crotch like a diver surfacing for air, giving her an odd look. “Hold on, did the great Sharrya just say please? Has Hell frozen over as well?”

“Silence, mortal,” she grumbled, and reached down a hand. She took hold of his hair, and plunged him back to her groin without another word, holding him there in a silent demand, one Andreas obliged with a chuckle. She held him like that as he cored her out, her claws catching on his scalp, her grip gently relaxing when she saw he wasn’t going anywhere.

His nose brushed against a bead of skin, her clitoris drawn out from all the pleasure consuming her. The slimy bud was about twice as large as a humans, and he took advantage fo the surface area, mashing his tongue against its slimy surface.

Her back flexed in an astounding arch, Sharrya biting her lip as she shifted, her teardrop breasts swaying with her endless movements. Her twisting core, her flexing abs, it was like his tongue was music and she was dancing to its tune.

Her thighs slid over his shoulders, Andreas trapped in a pocket of infernal flesh. She let him up for air for only scant moments before encouraging him down again. She could have crushed his skull with those thighs, could have forced him down with her hand, but her hold on his was restrained, gentle. If he didn’t know any better he’d say she was being considerate of his mortal limitations. She really was treating him like a lover.

Taking greedy handfuls of her hips, he pursed his lips around her bud, Sharrya unable to hold back a growl as he lashed it with his tongue. He was sweating bullets thanks to her radiating heat, the scent of their mingled love permeating his nose.

Sharrya was beside herself, her enticing chest rising and falling in deep thrums of breath as he pinched her clitoris with his teeth, drawing random shapes on its rounded surface with his organ.

“Just as I dreamed it,” she muttered, her rump rising off the ground as he reapplied pressure with his soaking fingers.

“What?” Andreas asked, his lips stringy with her excitement as he rose up a little. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” she quipped. “I am so very close, do not get distracted now.”

She went to place her hand on his head, but Andreas went willingly, redoubling his prior efforts. Sharrya met his plunging tongue by rising her hips, fucking his face and snarling like a needy beast.

“It has been so very long,” Sharrya whispered. “I need this Andreas, I need this. I-”

Her breath caught in her throat, Sharrya doubling over as a terrible seizure rocked her, the first throws of her orgasm coming to the forefront. Her spine bent in a perfect arch in one last thrust, her clawed hands digging deeper into the hard floor as she held on for dear life. Andreas watched in alarm as twin balls of fire bloomed in her palms, painting his and Sharrya’s sweating forms in ghastly green hues.

Her body quaked and twitched as she lsot herself in her climax, the meat of her thighs sealing over his head, as though she were afraid he might pull away, but that was the last intention on his mind. He kept up his licking and pinching, making sure to draw out every pang of pleasure, in the hopes that he could be the one gloating over her this time around.

One last kiss, and her loins ceased their twitching, Sharrya breathing deeply as she reclined on the floor. He lifted one heavy thigh from his shoulder, peering over her mound to see the demon watching him back, her green eyes full of gloomy desire. She tracked the strings of her juices dangling from his chin, yet their sight did not disgust her, Sharrya reaching down to stoke his cheek in a way that sent his heart fluttering.

He prepared a seething comment, but before he could make it, she cocked her knees, pinching his waist with her hooves. With all the finesse of a gymnast, she brought him up her long body and into her waiting arms, her claws coming down to caress his hair and back.

Without warning, her lips met his in a ferocious kiss, and if she was bothered by her taste on his mouth, then she didn’t show it. The way she forced herself into his throat was like nothing he’d ever experienced, it made him feel small, vulnerable to her, yet so pleasurable at the same time.

He did his best to meet her kiss, twisting in her arms, his eyes drooping shut as her pliant tongue coiled between his cheeks. It was too much to look her in the eye – her gaze went straight into his soul, those green eyes promising vulnerability and passion on a whole other level.

She pulled away with a wet smack, as breathless as he was, her hands falling to loop over his waist. “You show as much dedication in the bedroom as you do in the battlefield,” she chuckled.

“It’s not a bedroom,” he replied, his mind hazy.

“Be silent and hug me, my little mortal.”

Spooning wasn’t part of the deal, he was about to say, but when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, it felt too good to turn her down. His resistance crumbled, and he reached beneath her shoulders, returning her embrace as he settled his cheek in her bountiful cleavage. He was getting used to her fervour, her body remiscnent of a heated mattress he could fall asleep on right then and there.

“That quick tongue of yours takes me by surprise once more,” she whispered, bringing her head to his and nudging him with her horn. It was an oddly intimate gesture, perhaps demons did that as a show of affection or dominance.

“You look like you needed that,” he said, noting her satisfied expression. “So that’s it, right? I gave you head, now you give me information?”

“Patience, mortal, we haven’t even gotten to the main course of our feast,” she replied. “Allow me a moment to recover, then we shall conclude this transaction of ours.”

Andreas was still a little sore himself, so he lay down on her again, Sharrya giggling and holding him close. The prospect of sticking his cock inside her made his head spin with fantasies he wouldn’t be caught dreaming of, his member twitching in anticipation, a fact that didn’t pass Sharrya by.

“You long to mate with me, don’t you?” she cooed, stroking his scalp, her claws sending shivers down his neck. “Mankind would deny their sinful urges even with their dying breath, but you? You are enthralled by the indulgence I offer. Such a debased act of Sin would mark you a heathen to all others.”

“I’m not partial to all this religious crap,” Andreas grumbled. “I’m just after those nest locations.”

“But you enjoy me, I saw it in those adorable little expressions of yours,” she whispered, leaning forward and pushing her forehead to his, her fiery eyes filling his vision. “And those noises! I hope for your sake this cell really is soundproof.”

“What about you?” he shot back. “You sounded like a monkey in heat when you begged me to eat you out.”

“I-I did not beg!” she stuttered. “And never say otherwise, or I’ll put those restraints back on you.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to ruin your image or whatever,” he said. “Sharrya begs a mortal for head while held captive’, that wouldn’t’ go down well in Hell’s newspaper.”

“That does it, if you won’t be silent, I’ll make you.”

Before he knew what was happening, the Baroness rolled him over, placing her legs beneath his armpits as she straddled his lap.