She wore jeans and they were no more a hindrance to him than the top. Her stud quickly unbuttoned itself, the zip slowly tick-ticking until it was down. He slipped his fingers into the open invitation, stroking her pubes, his sharp nails catching on them as he touched the tiny hood. He growled as her body flinched at his touch, and his hot fingertip pulled back the pink cover to expose her clit. It was so hard, swollen and tender. She gasped as he tickled it and spasms pushed her hard into his hand. The threads holding her jeans together started to move like snakes, unraveling, writhing up the denim and falling to the floor. Her skin, so soft and warm now, showed as the cloth collapsed and became one with the leather. Her tank top morphed too, and she was totally naked.
Asmodeus laughed out loud. His sweet Elizabeth, oh, she would be his forever. He lapped at each nipple, her breast cupped in one hand, her pussy in the other. The devil, the king of evil had simple tastes. One he coveted, as he slid two fat fingers into her cunt. The wetness coated them, the tightness of her grip pulling them deeper.
Her back arched and her breasts pushed out as he finger-fucked her. He didn’t hold back. He was rough with her, plunging them deep, spreading her, teasing her. The heat in the car overwhelmed her; she was covered in sweat. He had done it on purpose. She moaned, whimpering as he parted her legs wide. With two fingers still inside, he slowed, twisting and turning his fingers before easing them out.
“Sweet juices, aperitif.”
Her face turned to him, her eyes wide, lost in the lust he punished her soul with. Without warning, he slipped the same two fingers back in her slit, pushing the other two into her anus.
“Oh, God!”
“Oh, he can’t help you, but please use his name. It arouses me.”
Asmodeus pushed his fingers deep, using his thumb to rub her engorged clit. She screamed at the force and the need, coming all over his hand. The sloshing sound increased the wetter she became. Her pussy spat and squirted all over his wrist.
“Good girl, squirt for me.”
The devil flicked his fingers more, sucking hard on her nipples. Poor Elizabeth was drenched in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead and her pussy leaking like a faucet as the dark lord used what was his.
Everything moved outside in a flash. The journey seemed to last for hours as he had his wicked way.
“Look at her, Jacob. The seventh daughter. Isn’t she beautiful?”
The leather squeaked in the back seat as Jacob Cromwell, stark naked, moved to look at Elizabeth, his relative. Beside him on each side sat a beautiful black woman, both slaves. They writhed against him as he looked in Elizabeth’s eyes. Cromwell reached and cupped her right tit. She turned to him and whispered.
“Grandfather.”
“Yes, my Elizabeth.”
Grandad disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, along with his favorite girls.
Asmodeus laughed, his head going back as the loud rumble reverberated.
The car sped on. Asmodeus tilted her seat back and climbed on her. With devilish ease he slipped between her legs. His huge, ridged cock rubbed against her belly and then dipped, entering her. He licked her neck, kissed her and took in her glorious scent. Arms hugged him, pulling him down as that ridged shaft filled her and pumped her hard.
A tiny hand gripped his hair, pushing his head into the crook of her shoulder.
“Please, come inside me.”
Asmodeus fucked her, his ass clenched, driving his cock hard into her sweet cunt until he came, filling her with his demon seed.
The world around them quickly returned to normal. The windows, still tinted, simply stopped the sun from burning them. Trees moved softly in the breeze and corn swayed. The scent of grapes filled the air as the tires rolled onto compacted gravel.
Elizabeth, dressed in her jeans, tank and hoodie, looked his way.
“You bastard.”
“Who, me?”
“Yes. You did it again.”
“No, I did nothing. Here we are. Hungry?”
Asmodeus stopped the car and smiled at her, that smile only he could smile, belied with mystery and tricks.
*****
Elizabeth had a hard time handling the situation at the moment. Her body felt sticky, like he had actually licked her. The swollen bud between her legs was a sign she’d been aroused at some point. She bit down on her bottom lip and shot him a glare.
“Kiss my ass!” Elizabeth stormed ahead of him.
If he would only show her what he really looked like. The handsome man that stood before her looked elegant and refined—classy even, with his dark hair, light eyes, and heavily chiseled jaw line. When he would give her that devious half-smile she wanted to melt at his feet and just give up. She reached what appeared to be a balcony in the beautiful vineyard. The sun dazzled the landscape. Miles of rows of grapes waited to be plucked and squished under the hands of their master.