Part Eight:
Debauched
"Oh, God! What are you doing?" the delicate blonde, who had once been the
Monsignor, whimpered as fright and pleasure convulsed through her. The maiden's
crystal blue eyes opened wide as Cassandra leaned over her, clawed carmine
fingertips lightly scoring the nubile breasts, pulling delicately on the pink
nipples.
"It's time to fuck you, my sweet," murmured the demoness. Cassandra lifted the
maiden's knees spreading her wide to make room for herself. Cassandra's demonic
cock rose in a saber-curve to her belly button.
The maiden cried out and twisted. Nickos grabbed one thrashing leg and Andre the
other, holding her fast. Cassandra leaned over her and gripped the maiden's
shoulder in a clawed hand, breast to full breast, cunt to cunt, pinning her body
beneath Cassandra's. The pulsing cock a threatening, heated weight pressed
between their bellies.
"This is probably going to hurt, my sweet." Cassandra could feel a strange feral
hunger boiling in her gut at the thought of causing pain. She squashed the
thought, but the hunger remained.
The maiden burst into violent gasping tears. "No, please don't!"
"I understand." Cassandra smoothed the hair from the maiden's sweating brow
tenderly. "I know what you're going through. I was once a virgin myself, where
you are now," she said soothingly to the frightened girl.
"Trust me," she felt herself smile with all her sharp teeth as the demonic
manifestation made its presence known. "You're going to love it when I'm
through," Cassandra's voice growled with power.
Cassandra took possession of the maid's soft pink lips and kissed her, muffling
the maidens protesting cries and her own troubled thoughts with her agile
tongue.
With one hand she firmly pressed the head of her new cock against the slippery
entrance to the maiden's body as the gypsies held her secure in their grasp.
Resolutely she pushed against the tight opening, inserting the head between the
tight muscles that guarded her entrance. Then she shoved with her hips.
Cassandra's slid her cock partway into the struggling maiden stopping when she
felt the maidenhead barrier against the tip of her cock.
'Damn! Now I know why all those guys were in such a hurry to get in my cunt!
This feels too damn good!' Cassandra was panting to thrust in and bury herself.
'It wouldn't take much power to extend this cock, make it bigger, longer,
sharper... to impale... to kill...' The thought of fucking her to death swam in
a tempting red wave through her mind, like warm blood. Cassandra froze as she
felt the subtle heat of the demonic presence moving seductively through her
thoughts, and her body.
'Whoa! Hey, that is so Not what I'm trying to do here!' She jerked her mind back
from the edge. She clamped down mentally, getting a tighter grip on her
thoughts, on the power. She could feel the heated chuckle of the presence as it
slid back, allowing her to resist its dark temptations. 'Man, that was just a
little too close,' Cassandra gritted her teeth as she mentally shook herself.
Holding herself very still, she deepened her kiss, concentrating, using her
tongue to calm the terrified girl, and herself. She took a tender breast into
her palm and pulled lightly on the nipple. The maiden shuddered under her and
Cassandra felt her tender pussy dampen and contract then relax around
Cassandra's engorged cock.
Cassandra gripped the maiden's shoulder tighter as she continued to kiss her.
Then she bucked, lunging in hard, breaking the resistance to her womb, and
possessing her utterly. The maiden's cries were lost in Cassandra's mouth as
Cassandra's cock sundered her maidenhead.
The heat and slippery tightness wrapped Cassandra's man-flesh to the root.
Gulping, Cassandra pulled back, breaking the kiss and lunged in again, wrapped
in extreme pleasure. Nipples rubbed against nipples as she lunged in, soft
rounded belly to soft rounded belly. Then she lunged again, then again and
again.
The maiden's cries of protest fell on deaf ears, as Cassandra got lost in the
moist, gripping pleasure of fucking. She moved a hand to take hold of the
maiden's ass, angling just right until she could feel herself rubbing against
something particularly delicious deep inside the maiden's cunt.
Cassandra's pleasure invoked an answering heat from her demonic presence.
Excitement and infernal power washed from Cassandra's skin. Her wings began to
beat as she strove to drive herself deeper and deeper into the maiden's body.
Her tail lashed about as pleasure began to peak. She barely noticed as the
maiden's cries turned to moans of brutal pleasure as the power began forcing her
toward an echoing orgasm. The maiden's hips rose against Cassandra's.
"You like being fucked, don't you?" whispered Cassandra, panting as she pumped
herself into the maiden's body. "You want to be fucked, don't you?" she pressed
as she thrust herself in and in and in. "Don't you?" she insisted.
"Yes!" moaned the straining girl beneath her, "God yes!"
"Say it!" hissed Cassandra as she deliberately slowed her rhythm. "Say it!' she
growled.
"I like being fucked," whimpered the golden maiden. She raised her hips in a
voluptuous roll, rising against Cassandra's strokes.
"Say it louder, my sweet, the men can't hear you," insisted Cassandra. "Tell me
to fuck you and I'll give you pleasure like none you have ever known."
"I like being fucked!" she wailed. "I want to be fucked. Fuck me!" she screamed.
Cassandra fell atop her, redoubling her strokes, rolling into them,
breast-to-breast, her pubic bone grinding against the maiden's tender clit. She
could feel the walls of the maiden's cunt grabbing and squeezing her cock,
pulling, milking. The maiden's hips lifted, hammering back against Cassandra's
powerful strokes.
A blaze of shuddering heat washed over Cassandra. She buried herself as deep as
she could go and she found herself rigid with brutal carnal rapture. As the
roiling burn of her climax clawed through her, the volcanic pleasure of liquid
sliding through her straining cock and exploding into the waiting shuddering
body was rapturous. She pulled away then slid back in to prolong the intense
feelings. Then again...
The maiden shrieked and shuddered hard as Cassandra's demonic orgasm slammed
into her and through her, forcing the maiden to crest and fall into a vicious
ecstasy of her own.
Rising to her knees, Cassandra looked up to see the three Gypsies gripping their
own iron hard erections in their fists, their eyes agleam with hunger.
'And nobody's dead or even really hurt.' She wiped the sweat and tousled scarlet
hair from her face and smiled. Using her wings for balance, she arose, none too
steadily and backed away. Her cock was still semi-hard and baptized in the
maiden's virginal blood. Smears of blood decorated the maiden's trembling thighs
and the pillow beneath her.
Her demonic presence shifted letting her feel its enjoyment, its pleasure at the
sight of the scarlet stains.
Cassandra hoped it would be satisfied with that. That was all the blood she
wanted to spill. 'Lets just hope I can keep it that way.'
