Her mouth slipped up and down his length, and he forced her head down on him.
“Grab my ass, part my cheeks, push a finger of each hand in my anus. Do it!”
Elizabeth looked up at him, to be met by his determined gaze. Her hands moved, fingernails digging into his buttocks, parting them.
“Yes, do it, like that. Fingers now, slide them in.”
His tight, puckered hole felt the sharp nails scratch and push as they slid inside him.
Asmodeus shouted loud. It sounded like a monster’s roar as it echoed in the glass room.
“Suck it, sweet one. Finger me and make me come.”
Her hands parted him; her tiny index fingers probed him, spreading him as her mouth devoured his devilish cock.
The pounding on the glass intensified as Elizabeth’s sexual deeds drove his body to the edge. The heat pulsed through him, riding through his demon veins. The black blood boiled, the flesh vibrated, his seed pumped and shot into her throat as her fingers scratched at his asshole.
“Fuck yes.”
Elizabeth sank back, his seed dripping in long tendrils from the tip of his still-hard cock to her lips and her chin. It slowly slipped down her neck, flowing to her breasts and belly, making her skin shine.
“My sweet, are you enjoying your dream?” He tilted her head, raising her eyes to meet his.
She had to swallow and scoop the demon seed aside, licking her fingers before answering.
“I want it. I want them to see.”
Asmodeus laughed and pulled her up, leading her to the nearest window. The power he had always enthralled him. Oh, the things he could do, to anyone, to everyone, to her.
The outsiders went wild as he pushed her into the glass. They fought each other to get close as her breasts squashed flat, her nipples rubbing the cold surface. She moaned and sighed at the touch but those hard pearls seemed to go further, morphing through the pane. The nearest outsider flicked his tongue at them; another bit and gripped one. She screamed at the sexual pain as the devil pushed her more and others fought to get a taste.
Asmodeus grabbed her wrists in one hand and held her tight. He stroked his shaft, spanking it hard on her buttocks, making her squeal in delight. Without warning, he eased his cock in her pussy. He heard the sharp intake of breath as Elizabeth felt the huge appendage stretch her and penetrate her deep. He didn’t wait; he fucked her hard, without preparing her, pounding her with a roughness she had earlier requested. Her face rested against the glass sideways on. Her eyes faced the roaring crowd outside, all the people now gathered like a rampaging mob to the one window, all gagging to get a taste of her exposed nipples. They argued, they fought, ripping, maiming and scratching, all eager to get one lick of her sensitive nubs.
The glass vibrated as Asmodeus fucked her. He rammed his cock inside her, slipping easily in her wet cunt. He wanted more, pulling his monstrous length from her. Now, urged on by the dying crowd, the blood flowing down the golden sand and turning it to purple mud, he pushed the head into her tight ass. She yelled in pain, but he was beyond pain. This was ecstasy and he pushed until his huge sacs met her rim. The more he fucked her, the louder she screamed. Her pussy pressed to the glass, her folds, as her nipples had, morphed. Hot, dirty mouths and long forked tongues flicked at her open cunt and clit.
“Dream or nightmare.” It wasn’t a question, simply words whispered in her ear as he filled her tight ass, her worn ass, with his come.
Asmodeus rolled his head back. His eyes too rolled in their sockets as he rammed her for one last thrust. He moaned loudly in the tiny room. Elizabeth’s sleepy form rocked with his motion. Her firm buttocks quivered then settled as he pulled out. The frothy spew slipped from her ass and glistened in the half light. Zipping himself up, he stroked the soft cami knickers and bent over her.
“Dream or nightmare. Reality or...”
The laugh took several seconds to fade, the stench of evil longer still as the cold air caressed soft, aroused flesh.
Chapter Five
Elizabeth bolted upright in bed. The cool air filtered through the window and chilled her sweat-covered body. Her heart thumped wildly against her rib cage. She pressed the heel of her hand against her chest, rubbing slowly to stop the brutal drumming. Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth closed her eyes and attempted to settle her nerves.
It was a bad idea.
Images flashed behind her closed lids as she saw the vile and disturbing acts she’d performed in her dream.
Yet it felt so real.
The aches of her body were fresh. Even in her tight virgin backside, she felt the pleasant—no, not pleasant—ache of him being there. Opening her eyes, she stabbed her fingers through her damp hair and leaned over her bed. She was suddenly very sick to her stomach as she dropped her legs over the side and gazed out her window. The fresh ache of dawn covered the beautiful landscape of Neive, Italy. When she had first come to this place the beauty had been so breathtaking, she’d figured if she was going to be stuck anywhere, this was the perfect place.