Sacrifice (2/2)

Fantasy porn. A wizard is about to sacrifice a young whore to a demon. But she finds a way to turn the tables... (Part 2/2)

Edroldor sat on his bench for a while, clutching his new staff. He was visibly trembling, partly of the after-erectile thrill from the show, partly of awe, partly of anger.

Finally, he rose and approached the altar, breaking the circle and dismissing the spell with a habitual gesture. Jina lay before him, her whole naked body covered in bruises, cuts, and burns, with splashes of her blood and demonic cum. Both her arms and one leg dangled limply from the altar. Whatever she managed to endure with the demon, she had met the same end as all the others.

He was about to throw the dead body of the whore into a fire hole, as usual, when he heard a soft groan.

He turned, and a look of complete surprise plastered on his face.

Jina slowly sat, still breathing, clutching her head. "Shiiit... He nearly killed me..." She stretched and looked at the wizard with her big, clear, green, curious eyes. Then she smiled. "Awesome! Need to repeat it sometime!"

"What... How?!" Edroldor stammered, raising his new staff in the same defensive posture as if he were about to blast her with a fireball. "You're... You're supposed to be dead! All of them are dead after that!"

Jina stretched and stood up, looking at her new, bruised but quickly healing body. A thin, spaded tail whipped behind her, and a pair of cute little horns poked from her hairline. "I made a deal, you know," she said with a grin, and stretched again. This time the webbed wings opened behind her back, too."Now I'm not a fragile little street-whore you tied to this slab, am I? I'm a succubus. Gurgrizal's succubus."

She took a confident step towards him, her hips swaying with a new, predatory grace. The fear was gone, replaced by a cold, simmering anger, and something else. Power. Her own.

"Your demon gave me a wonderful gift," she said, her voice a low purr, laced with a venomous sweetness. "And you took a wonderful gift from him, too. So everyone got what they wanted, hmm? A nice trade."

Edroldor backed away, his yellow eyes widening. He raised his staff.

"Ah, leave it!" Jina waved dismissively and sat cross-legged on the floor. "Succubi aren't about harming anyone, you should know it." She examined her clawed fingers and toes. "I wonder if I can..." And, slowly but confidently, she retracted all her demonic features. Now she was just a naked girl with a perfect figure, who looked up at the wizard with twinkles of laughter in her eyes.

"Who cares about a cheap street whore, you said." She spread her knees, exposing her glistening, wet vulva. "How about a succubus, er, Edroldor? Did you have a succubus in your life?" She smiled.

Edroldor swallowed. His dick had a clear opinion about it.

She had noticed. She knew men. She could read the twitch of a muscle, the quickening of a breath, the shift in a man's eyes from fear to a different, more familiar kind of hunger. Her survival instincts had been honed on the streets for a decade. They were screaming at her now, not of danger, but of opportunity.

"A pretty little succubus?" she cooed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. "Don't you want to feel?.. Don't you want to be touched? To be satisfied?" Her green eyes glinted. "It feels... different. Better. More. So much more. I was a whore for my whole life, and now I see how little I knew about sex."

"I..." Edroldor hesitated. He was a wizard! He knows it is the demon's trap! But to be with a succubus, a real one, his wet fantasy from his youth...

He pointed his staff at her. "You will obey me!"

"Of course I will!" Jina purred, rolling on her back like a cat in heat. "In the bed... Or on the floor. Or on the very same altar if you want. We can try it all!" She looked at him from between her spread legs. "I can feel what you want, you know. Succubi can do this." She touched her forehead with a finger. "A lot of dirty thoughts here, Edroldor. A lot." She winked. "I like them!"

Edroldor stared. He did not lower the staff, but its end began to tremble.

"I know your dirty secret, wizard," she whispered. "About how you cum into your pants when you see young girls gutted by a demon's dick. About how their last screams turn you on. You know what, wizard? You can cut me really deep and see me bleed. And you still can fuck me, at the same time or after that. I'll love it. I'll crave it." She stretched her seductive leg and touched the staff with her big toe.

"I can be your eternal sacrifice," her voice was a hypnotic murmur now. "The one you can enjoy again and again. Instead of waiting and planning for a new one on the streets, just to be disappointed as it's over in a couple of minutes. I can be whatever you want. Your toy. Your pain slut. Your lover. Your..."

He lowered the staff.

Jina grinned. She had him. The old wizard was so utterly controlled by his perversions that they were now her most powerful weapon.

She rose to her knees, her movements fluid and hypnotic, and crawled towards him. Her new body felt incredible, a vessel of pure sensation and nascent power. The stone floor was cool against her palms and knees. She stopped before him, looking up at his wrinkled, conflicted face.

"You're my summoner," she said softly, her hands gently resting on his thighs. "So you have the right to claim your reward." Her fingers slowly moved upwards, tracing the outline of his hard cock through the filthy fabric of his robes. "And what a magnificent reward it will be."

Edroldor did not resist. He did not resist when Jina pulled his pants down and kissed his cock. He put his staff aside and let her pull him down, her strong, warm hands guiding him to penetrate her, spread naked on the stone floor.

As he entered her, an electric jolt went through him. She was tighter, wetter, hotter than any mortal woman he'd ever had. He grunted, starting to move, to claim her as his own. He looked into her big green eyes and saw pure, unbridled desire there. Not the fear he craved, not the pain he lusted after, but a voracious, demanding hunger that somehow felt even better. He was lost. He was hers.

"Yesss," she hissed in his ear as he began to thrust, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. "That's it, my master. Use me. Take me."

He grabbed her throat. She only moaned and squeezed him tighter with her inner muscles.

"Kill you... should kill you..." he panted, his hips slamming into her, the wet, sucking sounds filling the chamber. "You're a demon... A trap..."

"But you won't," she whispered back, her voice a silken thread wrapping around his mind, like her tender fingers caressing his back. "Because I'm the best thing that ever happened to you. The only thing that will ever truly satisfy you. Smother me, Edroldor. Harder! I like it!"

He roared and squeezed her throat with all his might. The old bones in his hand almost cracked. He expected her to struggle, for her face to turn purple, for her eyes to bulge in terror.

Instead, she arched her back, an ecstatic wheeze escaping her lips. Her legs trembled, wrapped against his back, her eyes rolled up. The edges of her vision swam, a delightful darkness that only heightened the pleasure coursing through her. This was what being a succubus meant. Not just giving pleasure, but finding it in the darkest of places.

"Your trap... a beautiful one!" Edroldor groaned as he shot his load into her, released her throat, and collapsed onto her chest, spent. He was old. Too old for such a wild ride.

Jina cradled his head, stroking his greasy grey hair. He was a despicable, perverse, and monstrous old man. A killer. And now, he was in her power.

"You are tired," she said. "Lie on your back. I'll do everything myself this time."

"I..." he coughed. "I can't... again... I'm old, after all..."

She laughed, turning him on his back and mounting him.

"I don't even need any magic to help you with that!"

She squeezed him with her vaginal muscles again, and Edroldor gasped, his dick hardening, resurrected by pure demonic will. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe his old body was reacting like that, even as every muscle screamed in protest. He felt like a teenager, a stallion, a god.

Jina began to ride him, slow and deep at first, her body a perfect, sinful rhythm. She leaned forward, her long black hair tickling his face.

"You want power, right, Edroldor?" she whispered, her hips grinding against him, her voice a hypnotic caress. "You want more, don't you? More magic, more artifacts, more control? You summon Gurgrizal for that. A little piece here, a crumb of power there, at the cost of another life."

He nodded, lost in the sensations. "Yes... more..."

"I can give you a different kind of power." Her movements quickened. "The kind that Gurgrizal does not possess."

"I... ah..." He grabbed her wrists. "How?"

"Lust, Edroldor! I am its incarnation. I can feed you. Not on souls. Not on cheap whores dying in agonizing pain. On pure, concentrated lust! On desire! On fantasies!" She panted, her demonic features flickering back into existence, her small horns glinting in the green light. "You spent too long a time reading your books! How long since you last fucked a girl?"

He didn't answer. She didn't need one.

"Think about it," she went on, her breasts bouncing in his face, her tail wrapping around his leg, the spade tip stroking his balls. He moaned and twitched under her, and she felt another splash of his cum inside her. She did not even stop, and after a couple of movements and a twitch of her hips, he was hard again. "Isn't it the best time in your life?"

He didn't answer again. She didn't need this one, either.

"How many times can you cum in a row, wizard?" She leaned toward him and kissed his lips, feeling his hard breath, the breath of an overexcited old man. "Let's find out!"

She rolled off him and took his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. She sucked him, her tongue dancing around the head, her throat taking him deep, deeper than any mortal woman ever could. She could feel his thoughts, the dirty fantasies that had fueled him for decades. She knew exactly what he liked, what he craved. She gave it to him. She gave him everything.

When he came again, she swallowed. Then she lay back, spreading her legs.

"Your turn again, Edroldor. My cunt still misses you!"

They went on and on, changing positions. The wizard was sweating, panting, drooling, his eyes glazed with ecstasy and exhaustion. He could not stop. He did not want to stop.

He was completely hers now.

***

Jina noticed the signs when she rode him to the next orgasm. She did not count them, lost in her own sensations, but it was her tenth or maybe twelfth one already. Edroldor's breath became ragged and wet. His hands, clutching her thighs, became limp. A grayish foam bubbled at the corners of his mouth.

"You've been a wonderful fuck, Edroldor," she said with genuine admiration, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "For an old coot, you've got some stamina."

She felt the final shudder, the last twitch of his old, overused cock inside her, a final, desperate deposit of seed. He let out a long, rattling gasp. His yellow eyes rolled back in his head, and he was still.

Jina leaned toward him and sucked in his soul, leaving the body.

She lifted herself off him, a string of fluids connecting them for a moment before it broke. She looked down at the old wizard, at the still form on the cold stone floor. He was dead. Smiling. She had fucked him to death, the exact way she'd promised to herself.

She didn't feel a single shred of remorse.

She stood up, naked and glorious in the dim green light, her demonic form now permanent. She stretched, feeling the raw power thrumming through her, the sucking emptiness within, the insatiable hunger for more sex. Her new self. She needed the new name.

Jynnahannan easily lifted the dead body and dropped it into the hole where she might end up hours before. Good riddance.

"For Mina. For Lulia. For Sabine. For me. For all the girls you killed, you bastard."

She went to the exit. Her bare foot struck the Staff of Ultimate Mastery lying on the floor. It sparkled and rolled off. Jynnahannan shrugged. Boys' toys! She did not need them.

She opened the window, listening to the night, smelling it, tasting the desires of the city inhabitants. Endless possibilities awaited her.

She spread her wings and silently glided away.