Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

W AP!

The paddle connected with Malissa's exposed bottom. The thick leather was flexible enough that it did not jolt her body too badly, but it left a burning band of fire in its wake that stretched all the way from one side of her ass to the other. She snapped her head back and wailed in pain.

"Oh fuck!"

She started to stand up, but Beliath's huge hand kept her bent over the round stone altar.

"Not so fast," he growled behind her. "You're not ready to give in so easily, are you?"

A part of her was ready to give in. The blow of the paddle had hurt badly, worse than anything Malissa could remember ever experiencing before. After a moment, however, the initial burn receded, and an oddly pleasurable tingling took its place. That slow transition from pain to pleasure redoubled the stiffness in her nipples and the wetness leaking between her thighs. She tossed her hair back and glared over her shoulder through tear-filled eyes.

"Ready to give in?" she asked. "Please."

"Please," the demon repeated with a smile. "You know how much I enjoy it when you beg. Tell me, woman: how many blows do you want?"

Malissa considered the question carefully. How many blows could she stand?

Ten? Twenty? Fifty?

Before she arrived at a decision, her lips parted, and her tongue answered of its own accord.

"I'll tell you when I've had enough," she said.

The demon's orange eyes flared at her impudence.

"You'll tell me when you surrender ," he said.

"I'll never surrender."

"We'll see about that, wench. Eyes forward, and keep yourself bent over that altar. If you try to stand up again, I'll make you regret it."

Malissa braced her hands against the altar and faced forward. This time, the demon barely gave her any chance to prepare for the onslaught. The second blow fell almost immediately, just as hard as the first, and in almost the same spot. There was the sharp crack of leather meeting skin, then the fire, and finally that slow, cool tingling sensation that made her feel more alive than she'd ever felt before.

The third blow fell. Then the fourth. That one landed a little higher than the others, striking fresh skin that had not yet been set ablaze by the cruel leather. The fifth blow landed lower, across the tops of her thighs.

Malissa gasped sharply each time the paddle struck her. She whimpered. She screamed. Hot tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth. She licked them away.

The paddle came down again and again, hitting her naked backside with a steady rhythm. The sound echoed off the pillars of the darkstone ring and the black wall of trees encircling the clearing.

A dozen blows. Two dozen. Three.

Somewhere around the fiftieth blow, Malissa came for the first time. Her muscles shook like the flanks of a horse. Beliath paused until the climax had run its course, then he resumed his spanking with the same slow, steady rhythm as before. After a few more blows, Malissa came a second time, then a third.

By the fourth orgasm, she was starting to feel weak. Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. Her whole body was sheathed in hot sweat.

"Great Hell," Beliath snarled, tossing the paddle onto the altar and gripping Malissa's hips. "I cannot take any more of this."

Malissa looked back at him.

" You can't take any more? I'm the one being spanked."

The demon gripped her hips tightly with both hands and nestled the tip of his erect penis between her dripping folds.

"Hold your tongue," he growled, "and take this prick like a good little wench."

He entered her with a hard thrust that brought Malissa to her toes. His cock felt bigger and more swollen with lust than it had ever felt before. It stretched her and filled her beyond what she had even thought was possible. She cried out in desperation.

"Beliath!"

"Take it, wench!" the demon snarled behind her. "Take it all! "

He fucked her hard and fast, with deep, forceful strokes that made her feel weak in the knees. The taut muscles of his pelvis slapped her backside with every thrust, fanning the flames he had put there with the paddle. Pleasure and pain mingled inside her, until she could no longer tell them apart. The two sensations blended together within the cauldron of her body, heated by the blazing fire of her need and churned by the long, hard pole of the demon's arousal.

It wasn't long before she could sense Beliath nearing his completion. She could feel it in the frantic tempo of his thrusting, in the intense throbbing of his cock as it moved in and out of her. She clutched the edge of the altar in anticipation.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Come for me, demon. I want to feel it."

And feel it she did, only not in the way she expected.

With a savage growl, Beliath withdrew from her completely. An instant later he let loose a wild roar as his climax exploded out of him, drenching Malissa's punished backside with his warm, thick seed.

"Beliath!" she whined. "I thought you were going to do it inside me."

"Silence, wench. Your body belongs to me, and I will use it however I see fit. If I wish to come inside you, I will come inside you. If I wish to paint your gorgeous ass with my seed, then I'll do that. Besides, you don't think I'm finished with you just yet, do you? Surely you know me better than that."

He pressed his hands against the mounds of her rump and began moving them in circles, spreading his semen all over her skin as if it were some kind of soothing balm. And indeed, after a few moments, Malissa could feel that sticky fluid easing the soreness that lingered from her spanking.

"That feels good," she whispered. "Did you use your magic to…"

"To turn my seed into a healing ointment. Yes, but only a little. I still have plenty of energy stored up from your spanking. Your pain is quite potent, Malissa. You make for a filling repast."

"So you have enough energy saved up to hurt our enemies."

"Oh yes," Beliath said, still spreading his cum in slow circles over her buttocks. "Plenty."

"You can always spank me more later."

The demon laughed. "My, my, aren't we a little glutton for punishment? Maybe later, angel. For now, the time for punishment is over."

Malissa moaned softly and arched her back, savoring the sensations of Beliath's strong hands and the warm, slippery balm of his seed. Then she moaned a little louder as he pried her open and stroked his thumb against her anus.

"Beliath!" she whimpered. "What are you doing?"

"I'm playing with your beautiful little asshole. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, but—oh, heavenly Creator!"

The demon had slipped his thumb inside her, as deep as the first knuckle. At the sound of her startled cry, however, he withdrew it, and gave her glazed backside a hard swat with the palm of his hand.

"What did I tell you about mentioning that name?"

"I'm sorry, master," Malissa said.

"That's better. Now… face down, ass up. I want to touch you even deeper, angel."

Malissa did as the demon said. She pressed her face and breasts against the altar and lifted her ass as high as it could go, giving the demon full access to all of her most sensitive and vulnerable places. Beliath's middle finger, with its claw retracted, circled the rim of Malissa's anus. She gasped at that touch, then gasped again as he pushed into her, even farther this time, to the second knuckle, then the third, his deep penetration lubricated by his own viscous seed.

"How does that feel, little one?"

"It feels… strange ."

He moved in and out of her, slowly fucking her rear hole with his finger.

"Does it feel good?"

Malissa bit her lip and nodded.

"Do you want more?"

Another nod.

Beliath worked a second seed-stained finger inside her. He thrust in and out of her a few times, working his fluid deep into her tight canal. Then he slowly spread his fingers apart, stretching her open even more. Malissa let out a loud gasp as she felt the warm night air entering her body.

"Fuck," Beliath rumbled. "Your little ass is so tight, angel. I don't know how I'll ever fit my cock inside it."

Malissa's heart beat faster.

His cock? Inside her ass? The idea hadn't even occurred to her until the demon had mentioned it just now, and she agreed it sounded impossible.

And yet…

"Can't you try?" she asked. "Please?"

"Sweet angel," Beliath said. "Of course I can."

His two fingers slid out of her, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness in their wake. But soon a new pressure was applied to her rear hole. Something nearly as hard as the demon's fingers, and much, much larger.

Malissa moaned as the tip of Beliath's cock pushed against her. Her body resisted, but thankfully the demon did not try to force himself inside quickly, as he had done earlier, when he had bred her in the natural way. He took his time with it, gradually increasing the pressure until her ring of muscle opened for him, just enough for his tip to wedge itself inside.

"It's too big," Malissa said.

"Do you wish for me to stop, angel?"

Beliath's gentle voice sent shivers racing up and down her spine. She didn't feel much like an angel at the moment, not with the tip of a demon's hard member nestled inside the most profane part of her body. But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to feel all of him. She wanted to be dominated by him completely.

She shook her head. "No, but…"

"Shh," Beliath whispered. "Don't worry, angel. We'll make it fit. We just need a little more lubrication, that is all."

Malissa could feel the demon grip the shaft of his cock and begin to stroke himself with his tip still wedged inside her. She wanted to writhe in time to the rhythm of the demon's stroking, but she kept herself very still, lest she should break the precarious coupling of their two bodies.

Behind her, Beliath's breathing grew quicker, rougher. He grunted, then roared as his cock began to pulse with his release. Thick fluid gushed from his tip, coating Malissa's interior with sticky, slippery warmth.

"There," he said, as his climax slowed. "That's better."

He began to push himself deeper inside her, his slow penetration added by the copious amounts of seed now lubricating Malissa's tight channel. The demon's second release had done nothing to soften his arousal. If anything, his cock felt even harder than before, a marble phallus intricately sculpted and polished to perfection. Malissa's body had no choice but to surrender.

"Beliath," she panted softly. "Beliath…"

"Does it feel good, my angel?"

"Mm-hm," Malissa moaned.

It hurt too, just as it had hurt the first time he had penetrated her vagina, but the pain only served to heighten the pleasure. And this time, there was no barrier inside to block the demon's progress. Even when his pelvis was pressed tightly against her bare bottom, and every inch of his throbbing length was inside, her body still had room to spare.

"Great Hell, you're tight," the demon growled.

"Too tight?" Malissa asked.

"Hell no. You feel perfect, angel. You are perfect."

He bent down to kiss her sweating back. Then he raised himself up again and started to move inside her, sliding in and out of her body slowly, gently even, letting her experience every perfect detail of his erect cock.

It felt so dirty, so sinful, so good .

Malissa knew she was truly a fallen woman to enjoy such an unholy coupling, but she didn't care anymore. All her shame was gone now, and all that was left was her absolute devotion to her dark master. He owned her completely, body and soul.

It seemed to go on forever, that slow, deep thrusting into the place where nothing was supposed to enter. It felt so good, Malissa almost wished it would go on forever, except she wanted to experience the end of it too. She wanted to feel the demon coming inside her, deep inside her. She wanted to feel his hot, thick seed flooding into her body.

When it finally happened, the sensation was so intense and overwhelming, she was barely aware of anything else at all.

Perhaps, if she had not been so preoccupied, she would have heard the sound of soft footsteps moving through the forest, or sensed the eyes watching from the shadows there.