Crave(7)

“Live the dream, Elizabeth. Open your eyes and serve your one true Master.”

As she slowly lifted her eyelids, her eyes wide, his finger slipped in her pussy. Her body responded, grinding against his thick digit. Her ass pressed into the warm fur.

“Good girl. Feel it. Take it. Look around. See how your minions love you, their mistress.”

Slipping a second finger inside her, he guided her gaze with his eyes, looking to the large windows. The naked people outside were now pressed hard against the glass. Weeping pussies and hard, wet dicks left streaks and riverlets as they squirmed and fucked, trying to get a look at Elizabeth.

Her moans filled the room and Asmodeus smiled. “They love you. They adore you, just as I do. They can see and they can admire your body and beauty. Only I can taste you and devour your sexuality as they watch and crave from outside.”

Elizabeth wriggled and fucked his finger, taking it deep. The noise, the smacking of hands and flesh against the glass increased. Voices beckoned her, pleaded to her to rise from her bed in order for them to see.

Asmodeus pulled away, sucking on her juices, licking his wet finger. He undressed, slowly and carefully folding his dark suit and placing it on the chair. Outside, the noise rose higher as they cheered him. Elizabeth bit her lip at his nude form, reaching out for him, for his huge cock.

“Patience, little one.” The devil laughed, walking around the room, trailing his finger along the glass, leaving a trail of Elizabeth’s juices in its wake. Hungry mouths and dirty tongues licked at the slick snail-like trail.

“Please.”

“What is it, Elizabeth?”

“I want you.”

“Do you?”

“How do you want it?”

“Hard, fast, rough. I want you to fuck me hard, in my cunt, my ass and my mouth. I want you to make me yours.”

Asmodeus stroked his cock. “All in good time, sweet Elizabeth. First we must keep our subjects entertained. Spread your legs wide for them, show them the heavenly delights of your cunt.”

Elizabeth shifted and spread her legs, gripping her ankles to support them.

“Such a perfect vista.” He sat between her legs and slipped two fingers in her tight grip.

She writhed against him, pushing him deeper.

Asmodeus pushed his fingers deep and hard, curling them upwards to hit that tender spot. He dipped his head and flicked her clit, licking and flicking it quickly. She stirred beneath his attention and came within seconds. He growled as her juices flowed around his fingers. He tasted her again.

“Do you think I can make you squirt, my sweet?”

Elizabeth looked in his eyes.

“Please, my Lord. Please try.”

Asmodeus puckered his lips and allowed saliva to drop in a long trail down onto her slit. Using his finger, he dragged it down over her quivering anus. He slid it inside, opening her with some force, slipping in a second finger. Next he slipped the index and forefinger of the same hand in her pussy. He fucked her.

Elizabeth’s body was his now. She fucked him back as he drove his hand forward and backward. He watched her, he felt her relent before him, lost in his actions. She screamed and writhed, with no control but him. His mind and body pushed hers to the limit. The connection was fluid and direct. He could feel every heartbeat, every blood cell, the nerves sending sexual signals to her brain. She was going to come. With his free hand he reached for her left breast, squeezing it hard, the nipple like a hard stone against his palm. Everything became one and Elizabeth’s sex exploded as she came hard, squirting a spray against the glass. Asmodeus gave no quarter and kept on his relentless attack, assaulting her tortured holes with vigor, making her come once more. Again the glass was splattered with her juices, running down the pane. The outsiders scrambled, licking at the trail from the other side, desperate to taste it.

“Now you have come, you must help me.” He rose and gripped his cock with dripping fingers. It grew hard in seconds, curling upwards slightly, the three ridges on the shaft hardening like steel. “On your knees, Elizabeth.”

The bodies outside now pushed and clamored to the glass, leaving not an inch of free space as they tried to see.

Asmodeus clenched his buttocks as Elizabeth settled before him, her hand gripping him tightly. His cock felt like molten metal. She licked him and he growled out loud. Her lips pursed against his swollen knob, her tongue slipped to the slit and opened it. Grabbing her hair, he held her and forced his cock deeper. Her lips traveled over each of the protruding ridges, each one ultra-sensitive to the touch of her wondrous mouth. Behind him, the horde cheered and banged on the glass.

He didn’t know she was so talented. How could he? She was a virgin. Where had she learned all this? Watching porn, no doubt. Or maybe she was a natural, the talent an inbred DNA thread on the women’s side of her family.