Demon Lord 6: Garnet Tongue Goddess (23 page)

Steps approached the bed.

The kiss broke as Rishita adjusted her position to gnaw my neck. 

I turned my head toward the newcomer. 

The head woman, Esha, loomed over us, her piled hair adding height, her jade eyes pools of light, mysterious, unfathomable.  Her robe hung open.  Between the perfect globes of her breasts, her gold-chain pendant glinted at me.  She said nothing.

Rishita’s tongue slithered down to curl around one nipple, then slide across to the other. 

My heart pounded.  My cock grew ever harder.

Esha lunged in—

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TWENTY-THREE

“Sex is my weapon of choice and my specialty.”

                                                 —
Caine Deathwalker

Her trailing robes fluttered away, vanishing like a gossamer dream.  Esha’s ass floated above my head.  Naked, flesh like pale moonlight, she straddled my face, bouncing the mattress, bouncing me.  Her sleek, hairless vagina descended from on high, drenching my senses with a sharp but pleasant—nearly citrus—scent not unlike sweat.  Her grinding pussy lips started a slow, easy ride—though
rough
was obviously coming.

I felt silk flowing across my lap as Rishita’s robes were drawn to the side, clearing the decks for action.  Another present unwrapped, we were flesh on flesh.  I noticed that both women were on the cool side with body temperatures lower than average, though they weren’t as cold as corpses.  I chocked this up to their being nagi, with hidden reptilian natures.

There were two alarming elements to this situation: one; fourteen women were in here, and all might show up to a gangbang with me as the guest of honor.  Sickly as I was, my reputation might suffer.  Two; there was a strong possibility that more than one woman in the throes of passion could shapeshift into serpent form.  I could find myself literally crushed in the coils of multiple lovers. 

My inner dragon opened his golden eyes in the back shadows of my mind.  The glow was weak, flickering.  Like me, he wasn’t doing too well.  His mental voice echoed thinly. 
No risk, no gain.  No guts, no glory. 

Rishita shifted, impaling herself.  Soft, damp folds enclosed me.  She sighed deeply as I filled her.

Rousing from his coma, my cock spoke at last:
Damn, I’ve died and gone to the Hell of Endless Pleasure!

You wish.  Welcome to the party.

Rishita paused, adjusting to more cock than she’d probably ever had. 

My cock said:
Just a statement of fact, don’t hate me because I’m awesome.

My tongue lashed Esha, slipping into her folds, tasting her liquid tang, rubbing the small nubbin of her clit so that it hardened like a stone. 

When descending on my face, she’d first faced Rishita, but realizing that she wasn’t getting efficient stimulation, she’d broken contact to rotate and face the opposite direction.  As Esha reseated herself on my mouth, I dug in, using the flat of my tongue instead of the tip to maximize her pleasure.  My endurance was low, but these women were starved for sex. 

Satisfying them shouldn’t be a lengthy affair.

Rishita humped slowly at first, but gained speed as her lubrication slicked my cock.  A moan hung in her throat, then came words: “Oh, yesss.  Oh, yessss.”

She sounded like a talking snake.

As if in competition, Esha moaned and swayed, forcing herself harder against my mouth.  “Lick me, you vile monster.  Lick me hard or I’ll … I’ll…  Ummmmm!”

Chains rattled as I grabbed Esha’s ass, holding her still.  My fingers pressed deep, taking possession of her.  My mouth surrounded her engorged clit, applying a constant suction as her juices coated my lips, dripping down my chin.  She gushed and squealed and gushed some more.  She shuddered.  My lips held onto her clit through the first orgasm, keeping tension that encouraged aftershocks.  They came quickly, a string of orgasms that seized up her whole body.

Cumming
a close second, Rishita’s silken channel contracted, a pulsing vise that urgently milked my seed.  If she hoped to get knocked up, she’d be disappointed; years ago I’d had a magical
Safe Sex
tattoo added to my body that sterilized my sperm upon emission.  I hadn’t wanted to fill the world with younger versions of me that I’d later have to battle or kill in my quest for universal domination. 

I hadn’t even told Izumi about this; she’d have sliced the tattoo off my skin to ensure a fey heir for herself.  Women get weird that way after a few centuries, when they hear their biological clocks running down.

Finally, both women collapsed, slumping on me, so much dead weight.  Breathing proved difficult until I rolled Esha off my face.  She kept going, winding up on the floor.

I sat up, reaching for Rishita.

My inner dragon said,
Leave her alone.  I’m not quite done.

“You weren’t involved,” I said.  “Cock and I did all the work.”

While you were rutting
, the dragon said,
I used the intimate contact to flush some of the poison magic out of us.  I may have picked up some of their nagi lifeforce in exchange.

I felt Rishita’s neck, checking her pulse.  If she were dead…

Relax
, my dragon said. 
These sea-snake nagi are even more poisonous than the African type.  I’m sure they’ll just sleep off the poison magic.  Probably won’t notice it at all.  The main thing is, we’re getting stronger with each fuck.  You have to keep going.

I saw I wasn’t going to be given a choice.  Aashi rushed the bed along with several other concubines.  They grabbed my sexual partners and hauled them out of the way.  Returning, the three fell on me with passionate cries of desire.  A pair of tits were stuffed in my face.  Elsewhere, lips kissed along my inner thigh until a tongue rasped across the underside of my balls where my
Safe Sex
tattoo hid.  Another mouth inhaled my flaccid cock, trying to raise the semi-dead.

I begged.  “Please, girls, I’m not well.  I’m going to need at least ten minutes to recover.”

The mouth slavering over my cock paused.  “We’ll see about that.”

Another voice said, “We don’t have that much time.  A line is forming.”

I’m elected guest of honor at my own gangbang. Wonderful.

My thickening cock called to me.
  Endure it, laddie-buck, as will I!

A tear formed in my eye. 
Your courage shames me, and will be noted in the annals of demon clan history.

My inner dragon bowed his head, as if to a fallen comrade, also addressing my cock:
Your sacrifice will not be in vain
.

The mouth on my cock licked the underside.  The tongue swirled around the purple head.  A tongue tip flicked over the tiny opening I piss through.  I was swallowed again, sliding down a wet, warm maw to the back of a throat.  The woman’s throat muscles convulsed, swallowing.  I made the turn so she could deep throat me.

My swollen cock choked her in a battle for domination.

The woman sucking on my ball sack was getting carried away, too.  Her gentleness evaporated.  The line I felt between pleasure and pain vanished. In retaliation, I bit a nipple that had invaded my mouth, but didn’t draw blood. The owner of the tit cried wordlessly, wrapping her arms tighter around my head.  She rocked, pounding her sex against my stomach as if I had a second, available cock standing by.

I thought:
Seriously,
someone’s going to die here.

The arms around my head weakened, going cold.  The woman hissed.  Tremors shot through her, not the sexual kind. She was shifting, losing control in her excitement.  The tits dwindled, the chest flattening.  Her skin textured, going hard and scaly.   She’d be a full-blown snake soon. 

With the aid of my returning dragon-strength, I threw her off me.  She hit and rolled into the waiting crowd.

Sorry, I don’t cross species lines. 

I had a hot red-head lawyer who was a wolf in moonlight, but I only did Angie—or the were-kitties—when they were human.  One of my few rules.

Coming up for air, the woman who’d swallowed my cock took a few deep breaths.  Her enthusiasm hadn’t killed her after all.  A string of saliva connected her lips to my member.  She said, “Thanks, that rocking was really getting annoying.”  She rotated and straddled me so we were facing each other.  She gripped and aligned my cock for entry elsewhere.  “It has just been way-too-damn long.  Hmmm.  Speaking of long…” 

She sank on my pole, taking the whole monster inside her. I bottomed out, so deep I stretched her cervix on impact.  Her wincing told me there was pain, but she rode up and down so that I kept bottoming out. 

I remembered a lesser known fact; there’s a G-spot in the soft tissues of the cervix.  Done in a controlled manner, bottoming out was like lighting a fuse on an orgasm for women who could handle it. 

From the waist up, I fell back, relaxing on the bed, clanking my chains in the process.

From the way she speeded up and the “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!” rising up her throat, I knew she was about to blow.  She did, taking me with her. My balls tightened. I erupted. 

The ball-sucking aficionado took a break at last.

The woman riding my cock clenched my cock with her vagina, convulsions shaking her like an epileptic.  She relaxed, going with the experience, not fighting it.  This meant that instead of a string of orgasms, the double G-spots stimulation produced one long, toe-curling quake of ecstasy. 

As my much shorter climax passed I took control of our coupling, pounding into her vigorously—pushing her overload button to the max. 

This was an opportunity to beat my personal best record for once inducing a seventeen minute orgasm.  That experience had been with a human who’d nearly stopped breathing, melting into a boneless puddle.  I’d gotten up to make a sandwich, had finished it off, and returned to find the orgasm still going strong.  After it subsided, my partner had forced herself up long enough to punch me.  Hard.

No good fuck ever goes unpunished.

The woman currently impaled on me drooled, her eyes rolling back so they showed only the whites. 

My inner dragon called to me:
Okay, you can let her off the ride; she’s absorbed her share of the poison magic.  Her lifeforce has helped stabilized us, too.

I felt a few more whispers of strength breezing through me, my raw magic gaining potency.  I was far from well but felt much less vulnerable.

The sound of struggles drew my attention to the waiting women.  Several of them were preoccupied by the giant snake they were restraining with great effort.  Several of the women had gone half-nagi to boost their strength.  In some case, there was a confusion of exactly whose tail needed to be controlled.

I was happy to see the situation escalate.  I definitely needed recovery time or my dick was going to fall off.

The third woman, who’d been laving my balls, shoved her friend off my cock. 

I glared at her.  “Oh, come on.  There are limits, you know? I can’t do my best work under these circumstances.”

She stared at me, biting her lower lip, one hand on my wilted cock, shaking it a little.  “You can do it!  I believe in you.”

“Go ride a dildo, and come back in an hour.”

Her face turned hard and ugly.  Her snake eyes glowed a yellowy-orange, the black slit pupils very pronounced.  Her hand tightened on my member. 

I winced.

My cock screamed. 
Someone, please help me!

The nagi flashed fangs in warning.  “You are going to
do
me.  Or else!”

“Foreplay!  We can cuddle a little, work up to…”

“Now!” she screamed.

My cock objected with a voice close to tears:
What am I, just a beautiful piece of meat?  I feel so … used. 

A soothing calm settled over me.  I’d been pushed into a corner and left without options.  I smiled at the needy bitch, knowing I’d simply have to bite her with fifty-three million volts.  I’d feel bad about that; she was a real good ball-licker.  Not a lot of women go into that as a specialty.

I reached for my magical link to my Malibu armory, visualizing a pair of VIPERTEK VTS-989s that I keep charging there.  The non-slip, rubber-coated stun guns were compact, each with a built-in LED flashlight and a set of spike electrodes—my version of fangs.

As my abdominal muscles lifted me to a sitting position, I pulled the weapons to me through the ether.  “Fine, you want to be fucked, you’ll get fucked.”

I stabbed her with the stun gun prongs, squeezing the button under my pointer fingers on the grips.  The sound of the electrical arcs firing was sweet.  The high voltage shock jolted her off balance, robbing her of muscle control.  Her eyes glazed over.  Losing aggressive intent, she went limp. 

I rolled her onto the floor.

The stun guns had strips of metal that came down the sides from the prongs.  These were designed to prevent the weapon from being snatched away by an attacker.  The strips carried the same voltage as the little fangs did.  I counted on that.

Do not try this at home kids.  I’m an urban legend with insane skills you don’t have.

I placed the guns side by side so both trigger buttons could be switched by the same hand, at the same time.  My free hand went around the muzzles, making contact with the side strips of metal.  I turned the guns on.