4.17: ❤️Horny Jail
“Allie.”
Areandra’s words seemed muddled as she spoke, but after half a moment she leaned in for another passionate kiss. My entire body felt like it was on fire with how turned on I was. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself forever in the soft, plush lips of my fallen angel.
Wait. Was that right? My fallen angel? Since when did I start thinking about her as mine?
“Al… Allie… Seriously we—mmmmmm—need to stop...”
Stop? Why? Why would I want to remove myself from the pure utter pleasure that was my angel’s embrace. Yes. My angel. I created her. That archangel bitch may have been the one to start the process, but in the end I was the one who turned her into what she was today. Areandra’s words died on her lips as my tongue pushed into her mouth again. She let out a low groan of pleasure as I wrapped one arm around her slim waist and grabbed a handful of her curvy and firm butt.
I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but I felt this uncontrollable urge to strip this gorgeous woman in front of me completely bare and return the love and affection that she was so desperate for. The last time I had been this horny was when Harrow used…
Just thinking about that manipulative little shit was enough to clear a little of the fog of lust from my mind, and I reluctantly forced my head backwards, pulling my lips away from Areandra’s
“Sabrina, I… something’s wrong. I can’t stop. It’s like everything in my body is screaming to... to take you right here and now. The last time I felt something like this was when a nymphette demon used her pheromones on me, so obviously there’s an… an outside factor.”
I felt myself slip under the surface of the swirling vortex of lust my brain was caught in, and I pulled Areandra in for another deep kiss. I felt her hands slide up my body until they were pressed flat against my chest, and she made a motion like she was going to push me away, but instead she merely leaned into me more and kissed me even more deeply. Her hands seemed as confused as her brain was, gently painting small circles on my chest with each of her fingers, then moving down to cup my naked breast. The realization I was naked pulled me out of the brain fog just enough to force myself away from the gorgeous woman who seemed just as content to continue as I was. The small bit of distance seemed to lessen the effect of whatever was making both of us so unbelievable horny, but I also felt the pain of not having the lithe spell archer in my arms like a physical ache. I used what little control I had gained to fly further back, and the effects both weakened and strengthened. The all-consuming lust I had felt seemed to diminish to the point where all I felt was my own base arousal and hypersexuality.
But the pain… that sense of loss seemed to amplify one-hundred fold, making me feel like I was literally tearing out a piece of my soul. As I looked across the small distance I had managed to put between Areandra and myself, I could see that she also seemed to be in a great deal of agony. Tears were lightly streaming down her face, but I could tell she was doing her best to hide them from me.
“Allie… This… I almost prefer the mindless fuck-lust to this. This hurts so fucking badly.”
I did my best to ignore the raging inferno of pain that was every nerve in my body screaming all at once for me to return to the sweet relief of Areandra’s embrace, and spoke as calmly as I could manage.
“Can… Can we try to maintain this distance and fly down to that island? I feel like having solid ground beneath us would... at least be somewhat easier to deal with so we can figure out what the fuck is happening.”
Areandra looked down at the platform far below us and then back up at me. She did this several times, each time the look on her face grew more and more determined. Eventually she looked me straight in the eye and gave me a firm nod.
“OK. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
I nodded back at her and inhaled deeply, steeling myself for the possible onslaught of more pain. I flew downwards slightly, keeping my pace slow and sedate. Areandra followed at the same distance, likely using the pain as a gauge for how far she could get away from me like I was doing with her. We eventually managed to land after what felt like an entire hour, and we found ourselves on what seemed to be simply a chunk of scorched earth that resembled much of the wasteland in Holy Damnation. Both of us started looking around, fighting through the stomach roiling, gnawing, burning ache that was rapidly eroding my resolve.
“Allie… I don’t see anything... Even with my [Enhance Sight] enchantment I’m not… oh, wait. What’s that?”
I looked up at Areandra, who was facing me, looking at something in the distance behind me. I spun on my heel and did my best to spot whatever she was seeing, but the only thing I was able to see was rocky, barren wasteland. In my haste to be rid of this pain, I moved to turn around, but felt the rock I had been standing on slip underneath my foot. My reflexes kicked in, and I instinctively spread my wings to keep my balance. The issue, however, was as I readjusted my center of gravity I had inadvertently taken a single step backwards. All of a sudden it was as if my entire being was dipped in molten lead. Even the pain I had felt when Gehenna accepted my corruption seemed minor in comparison to this soul-searing agony. I stumbled forwards a few steps, and then a few more, doing everything I could to stop feeling this excruciating torture. I looked up, and I could see that Areandra was staring back at me, caught like a deer in the headlights, unable to decide whether to run before the lust overwhelmed us, or stay and just let both of us feel something besides the tearing, ripping sensation that seemed to only intensify with every passing second.
I made it about halfway before I started to feel the effects of something teasing the edge of my senses. A gentle balm that soothed some of the pain. I staggered forward, wanting to feel more of that exquisite numbness in my mind that seemed to dull the pain. I watched as Areandra grimaced, gritted her teeth, and started to move like she was going to run from me.
My nostrils flared, and I felt my heart-rate suddenly spike. Every muscle in my body tightened like a coiled spring. I wavered there, in that fraction of a second, deciding on whether or not I should fight this or just give in.
But in the end... she was my angel! Mine for the taking. My prey.
In one fluid movement, I stepped forward, my hand outstretched as if to grab at the running form of Areandra, and channeled my MP into my teleport skill. I fought through the very brief disorientation I always felt every time I teleported like that, and closed my fingers Areandra’s ponytail. I yanked hard with one hand while shifting my entire body forward. The lithe angel woman let out a pained yelp as she was pulled off her feet, but it quickly died on her lips as I caught her in my arms. I was now holding her from behind, my body pressed tight against her back, squishing her folded wings between us. My arms had snaked under hers, and were now firmly wrapped around her upper torso just underneath each of her breasts.
All it took was a single adjustment, her resting back against me, leaning into my touch, to have her boobs fill my open palms. And that was the spark that lit the bonfire.
I stepped forward while Areandra spread her legs slightly, both of us somehow already completely in sync. I willed my magical demon cock out of my body and found her completely soaked entrance with relative ease. We both let out simultaneous moans of ecstasy as I rolled my hips forward, pushing into her, stretching her. I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine her eyes rolling up in her head as I pressed myself firmly against her g-spot. A black silken softness suddenly covered my vision, and I laughed softly as Areandra’s feathers tickled my face and chest.
And that momentary disconnect was enough to snap me back to reality, just long enough to realize that the pain from earlier was gone, completely and totally like it had never been there at all...
...and that Areandra and I were completely fucked. Literally.
“Allie... for the love of everything... please... fuck me.”
Reluctantly, I released my grip on the fallen angel’s soft, squishy boobs and grabbed onto my own wrists, pulling her into a tight bear hug from behind. I let out a low rumbling growl, a truly animalistic sound thanks to my demonic body, and shifted my hips back ever so slightly. Doing my best not to crush her ultra-soft feathers, I squeezed her tightly and focused on my demonic strength. Like a limp doll in my arms, I lifted Areandra, slowly sliding her up the length of my cock. The panting moan she let out shifted into a guttural sound of pure pleasure as I eased her back down, hilting my entire length in one stroke. I lifted her again, enjoying the whimpering sigh she let out as I withdrew from her warm tightness; the filthy pornographic sounds coming from her mouth as I slid into her as deeply as I could go. Up and down, I dragged her up and down the length of my cock, using her like my own personal fleshlight.
“OH Allie! Ughhhhhh! Oh Fuck! Nnnnngh! Fffffuck!!!! ALLIEEEEEEE!!!!”
Even as she started to gush all over my thighs and legs, I still continued to raise and lower her entire body, her vice-tight tunnel uselessly doing its best to slow my movements. The sounds of her tight, firm butt slapping against my soaking wet thighs became the only noises as I felt Areandra draw in a sharp breath and hold it in, bracing herself for the inevitable explosion of pleasure. The next time I hilted myself in her, specifically aiming at her g-spot, she exhaled loudly as her orgasm blasted through her body and began to scream at the top of her lungs.
“OHHHHH FFFFFUCKKKK! CUMMM! CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!!! NNNNNNNNNGGGHH!!”
Just when I thought she was finished, I felt her inhale deeply again and continue right on screaming.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH ALLIE! OH FUCK! OH MY FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
I continued to stroke my length using her gushing pussy as my fuck-toy, and Areandra kept right on cumming, one orgasm rolling into another. It was only when I felt her start to go slightly limp that I allowed the calamitous storm of pressure to release deep into her all at once. She let out a soft cooing sound as she felt my warmth fill her. I held her tightly against my body and just breathed in and out, feeling the incredible after-glow buzzing between us.
As we both started to come down from our orgasmic highs, instead of feeling that slight clear-headedness I felt post-orgasm (I am not calling it postnut clarity… we all know how I feel about testicles), I only felt that deep need to stake my claim on this beautiful creature I was holding so tightly in my arms. As I began to thrust my half-hard length back into Areandra, she let out a surprised cry and did her best to look at me over her shoulder.
“Allie… Wait… Hold on… Hold on…”
It took a tremendous amount of energy to fight against the hazy lust in my mind and hold myself in place. I was so achingly horny that it took every ounce of my self-control to slowly pull myself out. Just when she felt the head of my cock slip out of her, she let out a pained groan and began to shake her head furiously.
“No, I don’t want you to stop... I… I want you to ummm… Oh fuck it… I really want you to fuck my ass! Please Allie?”
Like a woman dying of thirst suddenly being led to water, I adjusted the angle of my angel (hehehe) and with a little help from one of her hands, I found the quivering ring of her ass.
“Hold it. Lemme just…”
I felt a surge of magic and then a strange warmth flowed over my entire length. It tingled slightly and made everything feel somehow even more intense. Instead of rolling my hips forward, however, I gave in to the intrusive thoughts and just said the first thing that popped into my head.
“Areandra… why do you have a lube spell?”
She let out a soft chuckle and slowly began to push back against me, driving the head of my cock into her ass.
“The better question, Allie, is why someone who is effectively a sex demon doesn’t have a lube spell? I’m sure I’m not the only one who enjoys having their ass fucked. Having a lube spell just makes things so much more convenient. Especially when you can add some spicy alterations to the enchantment magic to really turn everything up to max.”
My only answer was to thrust the rest of my length as deeply into her as I could go. I felt the air being forced out of her lungs as she took me all at once, and an extra deep inhale was followed by a quick “Oh fuck,” before I began slamming into her with all the strength I could muster.
As I glided in and out of her ass with silken ease, I marveled at the sheer amount of sensation I was feeling, it was like my entire cock had fused with my fucking clit. Every inch that drove into the warm, clutching tunnel felt like pure ecstatic bliss. It was like every single part of my cock was being stroked, squeezed, and deliciously pleasured all at once. I swear I could feel the blood pumping through my diamond-hard length as I began to lose myself to the incredible mind-consuming pleasure. When I suddenly felt Areandra’s ass clench down even tighter, followed by more nonsensical screaming and a fresh coating of girl cum on my thighs, I felt all that glorious pressure and tension build within me again and release so quickly, I scarcely had time to realize I was cumming before the heady rush of bliss melted all rational thought left in my brain.
I completely lost myself to the depths of the pink haze that had utterly devoured my mind, never seeming to get enough of my angel to feel even remotely sated.