Page 41 of Unbinding the Demon
The sharp, gnarled slopes of a foreboding mountain range reached for the swirling black clouds that circled above them. Deep mahogany adorned each craggy peak, making the mountains appear crowned with the oxidized blood of those heinously sacrificed on their summits.
The hilly land below was a strange, dreamlike grassland. Tall blades of dark gray grass quivered with each passing gust of warm wind, like waves cascading across the sea. A few melancholic trees stood high and mighty throughout the knolls. Their grayish-purple, spade-shaped leaves twisted and hissed in the breeze as if they were writhing in agony. Bizarre three-eyed creatures, similar to undead pronghorns, grazed peacefully on the plants. Even in the darkness, their scraggly black coats and six branch-like horns stood out against the wavering gray fields.
The balmy air fanned around my body with each powerful flap of Azathoth’s monstrous wings. My arms wove around his sturdy neck as I moaned feverishly into his mouth. I had my legs wrapped tightly around his hips as his large hands cradled my ass while he vehemently fucked me midair. His searing hot flesh was thrusting euphorically deep into my inner walls, perfectly matching the rhythm of his beating wings.
He’d been in high spirits since I’d told him I would perform the unbinding spell. Which was good and all; however, to show his enthusiasm, he had been making frequent stops just to fuck me. My legs were listless as noodles, and I was doubting if I’d ever be able to walk properly again. This time, he was so eager to storm my trenches that he didn’t even bother to land somewhere first.
His lips collided with mine, igniting a kiss that demanded surrender. Our tongues curled and twisted, hungry for the sweet taste of each other. One of his fangs nipped my lower lip, coaxing a tantalizing droplet of blood. He eagerly licked it clean, then aggressively sucked it into his mouth like an absolute freak.
My lower muscles clenched and convulsed around his cock, as an overwhelming wave of warm, tingling pleasure crashed over me. I screamed while gripping onto him for dear life with my weak, trembling hands. My forehead fell forward onto his hot, sweaty chest as he released his burning essence into my womb. I could hear the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart and felt it pulsating against my head.
He moved one arm up around my back and tightened his grip. We panted together, still conjoined, while bobbing up and down with every graceful flap of his wings. A soft, loving chuckle rumbled in his chest as he kissed the top of my head. The air blew through my hair while he flew us down. We landed on a large, twisted bough that jutted out from one of the dark, ominous-looking trees. His clawed hands pried me off him, causing his dick to slip out, leaving me feeling rather empty. He gently set me down, my back cradled by the sturdy, rugged trunk. With a quick shuffle, he readjusted his pants, ready for whatever came next.
The purplish-gray leaves twisted above us like a hissing canopy of writhing scales. I gazed up at him with heavy, lustful eyes. He crouched before me, eyes aglow and wings spread out behind him. All the sex had left my legs limp and useless, and my whole body enervated. His thick seed trickled down my bare thighs, spilling onto the umber branch below. With a loving smile, he pulled my dress down off my shoulders, exposing my peaking breasts. His head dipped down, and he began sucking on one of my nipples, flicking it lazily with his tongue.
The sex was fun and whatnot, but a concerning thought kept creeping into the back of my mind. I stifled a moan from the blissful feeling of his hot, wet mouth assaulting my hardened nipple, then tried to get his attention. “Azathoth,” I managed to whisper, breathless, while tapping his shoulder.
“Yes, Buttercup?” he mumbled against my tit, then he blew on it and began sucking again.
I grabbed a horn and tried to pull him off me. “Well, I... Oh! ” A deep chuckle rumbled out of him as he gently nipped me, then lifted his head to let me speak. “I was just thinking that maybe it would be a good idea to hold off on, well... coming inside of me while we’re here.” I twirled my hand in a circle.
He arched an eyebrow, a silent question dancing in the air. “Now why the fuck would I do that? I love filling you with my seed, and I know you love it, too.” He growled seductively, then thumbed my other tit, rolling the little sensitive bead in small, sensual circles.
“Well, yes, but you see, between being kidnapped and then dragged off to The Abyss, I haven’t been able to consistently take my birth control.” I stole a quick glance at him, feeling somewhat anxious. “Not that I’m sure you could even get me pregnant, though,” I quickly added, then held my breath.
He stopped moving his thumb and looked at me with a stony expression... Then he burst out laughing. “Oh, Gwendolyn, my love, you don’t need to worry about that! I’m half incubus, you know!” He pressed his forehead against mine while holding onto my shoulders and chuckling in amusement.
I awkwardly shifted my eyes around, then leaned sideways to look up at him as if he had two heads. “Um, no. Actually, I don’t know.”
“Well,” his deep voice murmured. “It would be very problematic if an incubus couldn’t control their fertility. Our fertile seed is a very intimate gift that we only give to our bonded spouse once we plan to raise hellions together. Otherwise, it’s all just for fun.” His face moved to the side of my head, then he purred in my ear. “And yes, Buttercup, I’m very capable of impregnating you.” He looked at me with a suggestive grin. I widened my eyes with an awkward and somewhat terrified expression. “Many demons have taken human spouses and procreated with them. Even our high crown prince Azazel took a human bride long ago. And so, we most certainly can have strong, healthy hellions together.”
I’m not sure if I should be concerned right now...
“Alright, well, that’s relieving to hear, I think. But this is also a hygiene issue. I can’t exactly go take a shower, and your stuff is literally coating my thighs.” I made an obvious gesture down at my sticky thighs. He had come so many times that I couldn’t even take a single step without it dripping out, making me think that his stamina was the most inhuman thing about him.
His lustful eyes wandered down before returning to meet mine, accompanied by a lewd smirk. “Hmm, yes, I’ve really filled you to the brim, haven’t I?” A brief look of disgust contorted my face, and a soft laugh rumbled in his chest as he tapped his chin. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you to a suitable spot to bathe.” He booped my nose.
I tilted my head with curiosity. “Wait, are there places to bathe here? Is there actual water in this world?”
He laughed again. “Yes, of course, there is. I mean, if you think about it, there’s oxygen here too, isn’t there? You would have suffocated to death by now if there wasn’t.” He pulled my limp body up into his arms. “Besides, could you imagine if I had gone five thousand years without bathing? I would have crawled out of this place as an unrecognizable, smelly, bedraggled bindlestiff!” He hugged me against him with a playful smile. I giggled as I imagined just how disturbing but funny that would have looked. “One thing this place is missing is a barber shop, though.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Luckily, I've become rather fond of the length over the years.”
I smiled, finding that I was also quite fond of his long hair. “Well, since there’s water here, can we please go bathe? Like, right now, perhaps? I feel really gross.”
“I would never say no to a chance to get naked with you, Buttercup.”