Beyond Her Understanding (Closed for TirithIre)

[BellaxMorte]

(Closed for TirithIre)

Character: Adrianna Delmar
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110
Hair Color: Dark Red
Eye Color: Green

Bio:

Adrianna was a straight A student all through high school and she was bored constantly. Because she was such a ‘brain’ as the other students termed it she was deemed someone to stay away from. Which was ironic really given the face that she was rather attractive. She wasn’t too short or too tall, slender with a curvy figure and large perky breasts, though a tad on the pale side. Her long thick red hair set her apart from the rest as it was rather vividly red, and her large green eyes went well with the deep red strands.

After high school she moved away from home, going to college and living in a small apartment not too far off campus. She didn’t particularly like college life. It was difficult and she worked early mornings at a coffee shop down the street to pay on her student loans and to keep herself housed. Not an easy task to say the least.

The coffee shop she worked at doubled as a book store, one of the things she did really love about working there. It was there that she started to stumble upon books about witchcraft and the occult. She was fascinated and soon began to study this new age fade, though she also studied the old works as well, utterly intrigued.

* * *

Adriana glanced around her small living room. The furniture all pushed to one side. She knew that this was all rather silly and childish but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to see if it would actually work. She performed some occult rituals a time or two mostly wiccan things but nothing ever really seemed to happen. Of course she had no idea if she was doing it right as she had no one to help her.

She knew that trying to summon anything was probably extremely dangerous but she couldn’t help it. The thought was just… cool. She had no idea what would happen if she did summon a demon. What she would ask of the creature. If she understood the book right of course, she would have the ability to contain the demon in an energy field so that it couldn’t harm her. She was however unaware that if not done correctly a more powerful demon could easily break his way through the energy field.

A large pentagram was drawn on her floor, in sand and salt and some odd mixture of herbs that she got out of one of the books. Though it wasn’t drawn exactly right and that of course was part of the problem. She wore black robes, velvet actually and beneath it she was completely naked. She read that energy worked better when it was all done sky clad. Of course, she didn’t understand why, and she felt rather silly standing there in her living room, almost naked save for the cloak with candles burning all around her.

She was glad that no one could see this or she’d likely be ridiculed the rest of her life, but at least she was amused. She started her chanting, stumbling over the words in the book a few times until she managed to get into a rhythm doing as the book said and envisioning an energy field, and drawing up a being from the deep.

 

[TirithIre]

Barbetos had spent an eternity within what she called the deep. The abyss.... hell... the demon realm... there were many names for what she wanted to summon from... just as there were a multitude of ways to accomplish this feat. There was of course, the straight summon. This was the most ancient of summons, requiring the tedious study that not many at all took the time to understand... nor to fully grasp.

Yet as the ages had passed... as the 'old masters' had passed on from the rigors of time from whence even the most powerful of wizard was bound to... the annals of the summoning and magical realm was lost... the keys still there, as she had come across... but mostly... those keys weren't completely understood, which of course created many of the tabloid stories. Some were true... very few, and far between... but there was the occasional bale demon that was released... and just as there were less of the 'old one's... they did still 'hang around', mostly in the form of priests these days.

Yet it was a fort night... the mortal realm connected only by the moon... the two realms were the same... and even as she wrought the words stumblingly as she created the rhythm... she would know the 'price'. There was always a price for the summon... whomever summoned the creature would have control only by divesting some of their own blood into the circle... to create the link of the deep realm, and the mortal one.

Even as she portrayed the energy field though he smiled to himself... Barbetos was pleased. He could feel that the control was minimal at best... and even as he wrought the pull to his liking... at first, before her nothing would seem to happen. It was only when she allowed some of her blood into the circle that it seemed to 'burst'. There was a definite sense of energy unlike anything she had 'tried' before.

He had of course strengthened the tether. He was struck curious as to whom could possibly be able to summon him... it had been about a century he would say since the last had. Even as he used some of his own energy to strengthen the tether though she would feel the pulsing energy, the circle turning from a simply salt line to black, almost as though it was scorching the floor. Sulfer seemed to fill her senses slightly, before a swirling energy field just as she had imagined appeared.

Yet she had not finished the enchanting summons... and only when she did... the circle seemed to go still... the inner lines were disjointed... but they sufficed for his crossing. Before her... a black door seemed to appear... it was a link, a tether, to where she did not know, but Barbetos did. He stepped out. At first, he didn't seem actually all that... well demonic... but that was because he chose to take a more... humanoid form.

He wasn't a bale demon... and nor was he a barbed demon. He was the most dangerous type of demon, although many did not take them seriously... the incubus. He stood a good six feet tall, and was slender... his hair was a short black spiked state that seemed both to be natural, and yet not as well. He wore no shirt... although he wore a pair of sleek black pants, they seemed to threaten to fall down his thighs at any moment. The only hint that he WAS a demon, was that as he looked to her, his eyes were completely black.

There was no iris, no pupil... it was all black. Yet as he did step through the portal summons, he 'closed' the tether, as really he had been the one to truly lock in the 'control' of it long before he even appeared. He seemed bored, though as he looked around, he finally settled his eyes upon her, they swirling before becoming like hers, only a deep rich blue. " Whom dares to summon me?" His voice didn't boom, but rather, it reached out to her, enveloping her in a psychic 'hug' as it delved into her very being, every syllable reaching into the mortals body to begin the stirrings of carnal desires.

Yet he was slightly annoyed... she HAD attempted to summon him... and he could tell that she hadn't actually the power to... had he not assisted her, she would have failed. In his eyes, the toll of blood had already been paid... so his actual appearance here would demand a further payment... though as he 'eyed her', he was envisioning just what kind of payment he might rend from this lithe yet rounded female human.... silently, he wondered just how delicious her screams would sound as he tore them from her!

 

[BellaxMorte]

Adrianna was a little disappointed at first, frowning as she saw that nothing was happening. She knew that she shouldn’t have done this. It was likely just a waste of her time. Even if she did manage to summon something. Which she didn’t think she would, she wouldn’t know what in the hell to say to it, or request of it. She flipped through the pages to figure out what it was that she had forgotten and then came across the bit about the blood. She rolled her eyes at herself and then stepped forward lightly to give that bit of blood.

She stepped back again still chanting in that rhythm, at least until something began to happen. Her breath caught in her throat as the salt began to blacken and that smell invaded her delicate senses. She wrinkled her nose slightly and her heart began to pound. Self consciously, she held the book with one hand and tried to fumble with her little blanket cloak to pull it shut.

Something really couldn’t be happening could it? She didn’t se how it was even remotely possible. As that black door appeared her glittering hazel eyed widened with shock and she dropped the book on the floor her body going utterly still. Oh she enjoyed dabbling in this occult stuff but she didn’t actually think she was going to be able to do something. She was deathly afraid of what might come through that door. Gods what had she been thinking?

As that tall being came through she blinked utterly stunned as he seemed somewhat human at a glance. Though her gaze met his and she saw that blackness he knew that he couldn’t be human. No. He was something else entirely. She shuddered slightly, a cold chill creeping up along her spine, her fear weakening her hold on energy field that was supposed to separate them and keep her from hard. It wouldn’t take much to shatter it of course given how many things she had done so horribly wrong.

His voice caused her to tremble, her eyes closing briefly as he felt the way it seemed to creep along her skin and envelope her. It was the most sinful voice she’s ever heard in her life. Her body tingled slightly and she tried to ignore the effect. Her long shapely legs easily visible, though she tried to cover the rest of herself. One breath was exposed regardless of her efforts, soft flesh and a hard pink little nipple.

Red hair fell into her face the thick silky soft strands down and free hiding her face just slightly from his sight, though it wasn’t hard to see the fear in her large eyes, or smell it on her small fragile human form.

“Adrianna.” She offered softly, her voice trembling. “I didn’t think it would work.” She starred at him wide eyed. She seriously wondered if she was having a hallucination. “What are you?” She asked looking both scared and yet utterly fascinated.

 

[TirithIre]

Beletros had been quite surprised himself when the 'call' had come, the summons. The demons around him had clamored, all wanting a 'shot' at opening the tether and creating the first connection to the mortal realm that had been opened in a good long time. Yet none of them had the power to actually make the tether stable, where as Beletros had. He cared very little for them, and with a movement of his hand, had sent them scattering back into the deep void that was their home.

The abyss was the best description of his home.. it could become anything he wished of it... and yet it could be nothing as well. He could sense the weakened power that had pierced the veil of their worlds, a knife of occult magic that created just enough of a hole for him to hone it, strengthen it. Even as he stepped through though, he looked to her as she trembled first in fright.

The fear was intoxicating, something that he was sure she wasn't aware that he could sense. Yet he could sense most things. He watched her though as the power of the field, meant to protect her was hardly even there, though as he seemed to consider his position, he simply smiled to her, she seeing that he was the utter epitomy of handsomeness and though the word wasn't used oft... beauty as well.

" Adrianna..." His voice purred again, and even as he watched how she tried to concal herself, he tilted his head first to one shoulder, then to the other as he stretched. It had been a while since he had been 'out'... and he was going to enjoy it! Even as she wondered if she was hallucinating this though he swept his hand through his black hair, he watching her calmly. " Silly girl... you summon me and do not even know what you call?" His annoyance with her grew ten fold simply because of that.

" I am an incubus." He finally answered with that purr of a voice, and even as he rolled his shoulders slightly, he looked to her. " You are brave to call for me." He purred, every word reaching her... he able to see the long legs, that large breast showing itself to him. Now the whole occult following didn't seem so silly... though as he looked to her, he swept his hand sideways, the energy of the field seeming to be brushed aside as though it was nothing.

" You have called, but now are mine. Come here." He mused, his eyes looking intently into hers... and even as he did, she would feel a sense of the power of this being... she could scream if she liked, but she would find physically the demon could manipulate her mind to do what he wanted... and right then he wanted her closer.. to inspect his newest play toy.

After all, that was what she was... though she didn't know it yet, she was going to become the 'victim' of a very powerful, and very lustful demon's interests!

 

[BellaxMorte]

The problem with many people in the modern world who dabbled in the occult, was that they didn’t often know fully what they were doing. Some didn’t even believe entirely in the things they did and practiced. Even the most experienced. Of course that was merely some of them. Some did infact know fully what they were getting into. Adrianna was not one of those people. She was merely a coffee and book store clerk who stumbled into something she wasn’t at all prepared for.

She had been looking for something interesting to do given that she had so few friends. And though this was certainly interesting, it was also scary as hell. She didn’t expect anything to come of this. And now before her was what she was sure was a demonic being, purring her name. The sound of it as it rolled off her tongue made her skin tingle, as if little tiny flames licked along her pale flesh.

Her breath caught slightly at his words and she shook her head slightly. She had no idea what she had summoned. She assumed he was a demon but of course she didn’t know entirely what he was. She didn’t grasp the enormity of what she had done.

As he told her what he was, and called her brave she shook her head again. She took one careful step back away from him. Incubus. She’d heard what that was before. Sexually based demonic beings. She read about them in one of her books. Human women in the middle ages often blamed incubi for unplanned out of wed lock pregnancy. However about 90% of the time they were just finding a way to cover their asses because they couldn’t keep their legs closed.

She didn’t think such beings ever existed. It seemed entirely impossible. But there he was standing before her and she could feel the energy rolling off his body in waves. Even being a human she could feel it and that had to mean something. Or at least that was what she thought anyway.

Adrianna’s eyes widened slightly as he said that she was his. She shook her head again her mouth open slightly. She had dropped the book before, which left her hands free, however as he influenced her closer her hands fell away from the cloak, the material falling open.

Her skin was soft and pale, legs long and breasts fairly large, her pink nipples hard, though weather it was from the cold or a hint of arousal was hard to tell. Her stomach was flat and somewhat tone, her hips curved in a lovely manner and between her thighs it was smooth and bare, hairless as she tended to keep herself shaved as it was more comfortable in her opinion.

She started to step forward lightly however after a couple of steps she stopped and frowned slightly. Trying to resist the urge to move toward him. “I don’t belong to anyone.” She denied softly, her voice shaking. “You cant hurt me…” She said rather hopefully. Though she wasn’t sure if it was true or not. There was a barrier wasn’t there? That kept them separate right? He couldn’t get to her… she hoped.

 

[TirithIre]

He had no idea that over the last century that the humans had become so inept at the occult. There had been a time that he would have been summoned properly with every incantation spoken correctly and would have served without even so much of a question. Yet demons were very real, within her realm of belief or not... and even as she shook her head trying to deny what it was that was happening in the here and now, he could tell that she was un-prepared for the enormity of what she had done.

This mattered very little to Belatros, for even as she thought that she was safe, he simply watched her as his dark blue eyes seemed to swirl, her hands having long forgotten the book that she had used to begin something that she could not 'end'. Even as he watched her shiver in both fright and unknown or mis-understood arousal, he simply smirked at her very words, the ambition that she might actually think she was in control here amused him.

Had she been in control, he would not have even have been able to affect her with his voice, much less a look to her. Even as the cloak moved away from hiding her beauty, he took in the sight of her with a smile, though to her it was probably the look that a wolf would give a sheep before it devoured it... a predatory one. " Silly little girl." It's voice was still as silken, reaching into her body, into her loins, twisting them in a way she hadn't imagined before.

" If I wished to truly hurt you, you would be so already... but do not mis understand." With that he swept his hand aside, and the shield seemed to waver, his energy bursting into it for a moment, before it shattered, the energy rushing into her, knocking her down slightly or at least back as he looked to her. " I am not a demon of pain... although some find that much more interesting." He seemed to smile, before he strode forwards, past the lines of what she had thought her protection.

" You ARE mine though little one." With that he reached down and grabbed her ankle, the grip was like iron, clasped and holding as he begun to drag her towards the black portal. He wasn't planning to stay here... though it was an interesting thought... since he had the tether established, he would return 'home', and she was coming with him, whether she liked it... or not.

 

[BellaxMorte]

The way he spoke twisted her up in side. She felt the fear as it hummed through her body like a living virus moving through her veins. But she also felt the effects of his voice. The silken way that he spoke, seemed to wrap her up and making her shiver with need. She’s never felt anything so potent though she supposed that was rather fitting. He was an incubus demon after all. That didn’t however make it any easier for her.

She tried to step away from him but Adrianna was highly distracted. His voice, his claim on her, his attractiveness and the general allure of what he was. She felt powerless against him. Something she likely didn’t feel all that often despite her being considered a nerd in school.

As he used his energy to shatter the barrier her heart began to pound. That wave of energy hit her hard and as she was already rather disoriented she stumbled and then fell onto her backside hard. She winced slightly and looked up at him. She was sure he couldn’t go beyond the circle.

When he stepped out her breath caught in her throat. “Oh gods..” She managed and then tried to back away, scooting along on her bottom. Though within moments his hand was curling around her ankle. Her heart leapt into her throat.

It didn’t matter that hew as a demon of pleasure and not pain. He was still a demon. She didn’t want to be taken anywhere by him. She gave her leg a tug trying to grip at the floor so he couldn’t drag her into the circle. Where was he taking her? “No… no you cant just take me!” She managed her voice growing a little more firm as she began to panic.

 

[TirithIre]

Baratos chuckled ever so slightly as she seemed so inept at stopping even what would be considered the most 'basic' of the incubi abilities, the 'speech'. It was a speech laced with the mixings of demonic power, giving it a power to seduce, and slightly control. He could even affect her dreams, if he wished it... but even as she managed to get that out, he had watched how she had suddenly realized the plight that she was in as he had manipulated his own energy to shatter the barrier.

Even as he caught her ankle, the smooth skin flawless beneath his touch he looked to her as she got her hands onto the floor in an attempt to stop what was inevitable. Even as she managed that though he chuckled. " Of course I can." He purred, the annoyance there in his voice. " You thought that you could simply summon me, ineptly and nothing would happen... you are a fool of a girl."

His voice was still stroking her in a purely primitive way, her body would be her great betrayer... but even as she struggled... he calmly gave a pull, she feeling the sublime pleasure even as he was dragging her across the floor. She thought he couldn't take her... but she was sorely mistaken. " Little girl... cum for me." His words were sharp... the sudden power of his touch coursing into her... she in the 'hands' on an incubus... if he wished her to to go with him, she would... if he wished her to orgasm, she would as well.

His eyes seemed to swirl... and though he was sure her mind would fight... she would find that no matter how impossible she thought this entire situation, his 'command' would command her body... she would cum, and cum hard for him. This was only the beginning... he could tell she hadn't truly been touched... he would enjoy breaking her, and molding her into the most lovely of demon bitches that had graced the deep realm in a thousand years.

Yet within a moment he was dragging her through the portal... beyond was a beautiful 'living room'. Spacious and yet what her kind would call emo, it held the most lush of things, as well as the most degrading of things. The room was warm, and even as he dragged her through the portal, the door closed... he not maintaining the tether... it would dissapear, her room left intact, but she no longer there. He looked idly and boredly down at her as his hand seemed to emit an energy into her body, pulsing intense physical pleasure right through her leg and into the core of her entire being... her pussy.

For a moment, he watched her, contemplating just what he wanted to do with her first.

 

[BellaxMorte]

She struggled in vein, trying to stop him from dragging her toward the portal. She was trembling though even as she struggled, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get away from him properly, not with the way that her body felt, throbbing and tingling in all sorts of intimate places. She didn’t know if she was discovering some hidden kink or if this was somehow his influence on her. Regardless the effect scared the hell out of her.

His words made her heart thump out of rhythm, her eyes widening as she looked at him. “No… no…” She whimpered as he told her that he could indeed take her. She of course wanted to chalk this up to some horrible nightmare. Perhaps she had fallen and hit her head. But because she was trying to blame those things, logically she knew this had to be reality.

She continued to struggle against him. Though she knew that she wasn’t going to get away from him. But she refused to go without a fight. As he gave a pull she yelped and then shuddered as she felt that odd pleasure as it moved through her body. She never felt anything like it in her life. Of course logically she knew that it was coming from him, whatever it was. Some sort of lust or sex magic she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. “Please.” She whimpered softly.

At his spoken command her eyes widened and she did struggle against the command. She didn’t understand how it was even remotely possible that a woman could cum without even the slightest hint of stimulation. But there was stimulation the energy of his touch around her ankle, the sound of his voice. And though she struggled against the command there was no way in hell she was going to be able to struggle long.

Soon pleasure was washing through her body and her elbows buckled, making her unable to try to scoot back. She started to writhe, her inner walls pulsating with pleasure, moisture building between her silky thighs and smearing against her skin as she lost all control of her body. She moaned loudly, gasping for breath as he dragged her through the portal, and into a world beyond her imagination.

By the time he actually stopped, she was sprawled on the floor, her hair in her face and her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath. Her boy was twitching with the after shocks of pleasure and juices were dripping down along her thighs. Her hands were balled up into fists and she whimpered somewhat helplessly.

 

[TirithIre]

This was beyond her... beyond anything that she could truly understand. How even a rough touch to her such as almost the violent pulling of her ankle exhuded energy. The pulsing from his hand into her leg and body would have probably been reminiscent of sex, so if that were so, she was being fucked by his mind. Even as she wriggled and struggled, her pathetic little whines and whimpers were simply music to his ears.

Even as she found herself splayed upon some cherry red carpeting though, she would first notice that the room wasn't all that frightening. It had high ceilings... and was built clearly for someone larger then his stature. Yet this was probably not his natural form, the more human form that he had taken. Even as she moaned loudly and gasped, as he 'stopped' though he released her ankle, only to throw it to the side as he watched her legs splay.

Even as she 'did' though he simply smiled as she whimpered, though what was 'done' was done, and even as he moved and knelt... before she had even a thought of struggling... his hands slid beneath the curved cheecks of her ass, lifting her hips from the floor, her pussy before him before his mouth closed over her entire mound.

His tongue, impossibly long thrust into her much like a cock, forked one pressed up, stimulating her g-spot as he had his first taste of this human whom was his little sex slave... he would make her crave his cock.. even if she thought it impossible right then... he would. He for the moment controlled her hips though, she helpless to stop him as he devoured her pussy, dining upon the fresh juices that were her essence... her 'life force'. He wouldn't kill her... oh no, he would enjoy dining upon her pleasure time and time again.

This... was only the beginning.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Adrianna’s red hair fell across her pale face and she was breathing heavily starring up at the high ceilings of that room. She wasn’t at home anymore, and she was almost amused as a wizard of oz quote came to mind. She closed her eyes and a tear slid from her eyes. She had no idea what was happening to her, or what was going to happen.

She was trying to think, trying to gather herself but given the control he had of her body it was almost impossible to have a proper coherent thought. With the aftershocks of that intense orgasm rumbling through her body. She’s never had an orgasm like that before, and though she would likely not admit it to anyone, she’s never had an orgasm with anyone other then herself. The very very few men, which she could count with only a couple of fingers, that she has been intimate with, never managed to get her to that peak. And things being managed to without even trying.

She blinked at him as he looked at her, tossing her legs apart. She was shaven completely, her pussy dripping with intense arousal that she seemed unable to control. Her little pink clit was hard, aching for attention.

As he knelt between her legs her eyes widened. “Wait… don’t…” She tried but she knew he wasn’t going to stop. She flushed with embarrassment as he shifted to place his mouth against her heat. She was clean of course, very wet, but clean. Regardless though women who have never experience oral sex tended to be more then a little bashful at first and despite his being a demon she was embarrassed.

However that feeling of embarrassment was gone almost instantly as his long tongue probed within her. She gasps for breath eyes going wide. She wiggled, and tried to scoot back away from him. She was scared but damnit it felt good. Part of her wanted to get away, while a more primal sexual part of her wanted to grab at his hair and grind against his face.

She bit her lip hard to stop herself from moaning. Shuddering almost wildly as she tried to look away from him. She squeezed her eyes shut. When she realized she wouldn’t be able to get away she laid there utterly still, trying not to make a sound, but he would hear the pleasure in the way her breath trembled and the way her hips twitched occasionally of their own volition.

 

[TirithIre]

He cared not that she was utterly afraid... the fear actually added to her uniqueness... and even as he watched her body pulsing with the pleasure that his command of her entailed, he simply smiled as he could see that she was trying in vain to think. To think was to try and escape, and there was none of that. She had 'damned herself' when she had dared to attempt to summon him. She could see that ignorance was not a defense... and thus here she was.

Even as he watched her and knelt though he heard her words, though of course they meant nothing to him. After all she had no actual 'power' over him, she had no way to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. He could slay her outright if his mood wished it. She could see that he was going to be 'relentless' with her, though what Adrianna didn't realize, was that as his tongue plunged into her, he created a silent and unbeknowest to her a mental link.

His tongue pressed and pleasured, and even as he drank the innocent offerings of her body, Baratos smirked slightly as he found the true reason that she was so naiive and confident at the same time. His body held her captive, long fingers supporting her hips even as those fingers held her captive. For someone whom didn't seem like the strongest male in the world, his actual strength belied his frame.

He watched as she struggled with the sensations... his teeth would drag tenderly over her hard pulsing clit as he 'took' what he wanted... the pleasure pushing through her as he began to lowly hum, the vibrations pulsing into her hard nub of a clit, he merciless with her as he took what he wanted. This would be her new life... whether she accepted it or not, she was the prisoner of an incubus... and he would take her however he liked.

Surely, those fables of his 'kind' didn't seem quite so far fetched now... did they.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Slowly, Adrianna was starting to realize that she wasn’t going to be able to get out of this mess easily, if at all. Though she wanted to deny his existence entirely she knew that she couldn’t. He was there, living, breathing, flesh and blood. He was between her thighs doing all sorts of delightful things to her body. However much she wished she wasn’t enjoying what he was going to her. She was. More then she would ever admit to anyone, even herself.

She knew that he could kill her, easily no doubt. He was a demon weather she wanted to believe it or not. The thought of him actually killing her scared her more then never being home again. She didn’t know why the idea of death scared her so much when the alternative might be far worse. Though of course she couldn’t know yet what he had planned for her other then intense sexual torture that seemed to take a logical thought and toss it out the window.

As he continued to lick and tease she groaned, whimpering and trying to wiggle away. At least her attempts to get away from him continued until she felt his teeth drag along her clit. Her reaction was startling even to herself. She moaned. She didn’t whimper, she didn’t yelp, she moaned with pleasure when his teeth hit her clit.

When he started to hum all thought of escape vanished from her mind, all protests died on her tongue. That humming, his touch, the feel of his tongue as he teased her was simply too much. She cried out with pleasure again, her inner walls throbbing with sweet release. Her hands uncurled and though she’d be shocked by it later, her hands found his head, fingers curling against his scalp as her hips bucked slightly and cries of pleasure rolled from between her full, pretty, lips.

 

[TirithIre]

He 'used her' for his 'feeding', something that he had been unable to do in a long while. Even as he watched her body shivering and shuddering, he could not help but smirk as he drove his tongue within her tight human folds... licking, devouring the pleasures of her lithe form. Even as she wondered to herself just what he might 'do to her', for now, he seemed rather intent on ripping her pleasure from her time and time again. Even as he watched her nipples upon her heaving breasts heaving with her panted breath, he gave her no quarter... no pause as he 'assaulted' her body.

Even as he watched her, his hum reached into her clit like a lightning bolt, her release upon his tongue was encouraging... and even though she would undoubtedly be surprised, he drank her pleasure intently, until she was 'done'. Only when she was did he pull his tongue from her well pleasured core, and moving her hands away, he calmly let her hips lay upon the floor as he knelt back, watching her silently.

He enjoyed watching the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her time and time again... and even as he did admire the curved form of the human... he WAS a demon, insatiable and relentless. He moved his hand and calmly began to stroke her clit again... he knowing she would 'fight'... he wanted her to fight... it made the conquest all the better in his opinion.

Even as he worked her clit, he moved, shifting to kneel beside her as his other hand scraped over a breast, fingers plucking the hard long nipple as he pulled on it, examining her face as he titillated her into a new euphoric state of arousal... one that she would come to understand was her new reality of normality. He smirked though as he enjoyed her little cries... it had been a long time since he had properly fed.

Belatros was going to enjoy every single moment of his captured little human woman!

 

[BellaxMorte]

The pleasure seemed to be unending and the orgasm with his tongue devouring her seemed too intense. It was all like nothing she had ever felt before. Adrianna never thought that pleasure in any form could be painful but this was so intense it –almost- was. She shuddered slightly, having never felt anything like it, anything like him. She whimpered softly and bit her bottom lip.

It wasn’t until he pulled away that her body actually managed to relax a little. But given his energy even being close to him had her body in a state it had never been before. As if she craved that pleasure, the arousal seeming not to abate despite the orgasm that had just rocked through her entire body. She shivered and turned her head to the side closing her eyes, her hands falling away, somewhat ashamed of herself for having reached her hands up to his head.

When he moved his hand between her legs and started to stroke along her clit again she winced, trying to move away from him. Not just because she didn’t want this to happen, but because after such intense pleasure her body was hyper sensitive.

Again she wondered what she had done. She knew she brought this on herself now, having dabbled in something that was apparently well beyond her understanding. Of course she had to have some natural magical and psychic abilities in order to actually do the summons otherwise it wouldn’t have worked even with his aid. She didn’t realize that of course. All she could seem to realize was that she had done something horrible, something stupid and now she would pay. “Please stop..” She whimpered the words.

She shifted trying to lean away from him, crawl across the floor, anything as he stroked between her thighs and toyed with her painfully hard nipple. This sort of pleasure was all foreign to her. She didn’t understand why she was feeling it when she so desperately wanted to get away from him. Suddenly her boring life in the country didn’t seem so bad. She tried to close her legs. But the arousal that continued to hum through her body made it hard to keep any sort of control over herself. “I… I was just a stupid… silly naïve girl. You don’t want me.” She attempted weakly.

 

[TirithIre]

He looked to her as she tried to understand just what she 'had done'. Even now, she didn't understand the plight that she was in... and even as he watched her body jerk with the reaction that she had as she tried to rest... tried to breathe. Even as she winced with the touch to her clit... while her legs attempted to close, her small nub between her legs was incredibly hard and pulsing, and even as she was hyper sensitive, he smirked as she whimpered her little words.

As she shifted, he allowed her to... allowing her to roll over, he moved with her though, his fingers shifting, before she felt a thick finger delve inside her, pushing and pumping even as she tried to 'get away' it appeared that there was no escaping him... no escaping what he might wish of her.

She was what his kind would call an oracle. A descendant of a magically enclined person... humans HAD at one time had true power over magic... just as there HAD at one time been dragons and fey within the mortal realms. Yet as they had 'moved on', the humans had begun to make them into fables, creating the fairy tales... and occasionally the 'horror stories'.

Yet they were real... and even as she tried to crawl, even as she attempted to regain the mental faculties of her mind, his finger curled, pressing against her g-spot as he fingered it, he watching her. " Ahh... but you are my stupid naiive girl. It has been a century since anyone has opened a tether to the mortal realm. I am going to enjoy you."

He moved though, and even as she attempted to crawl away from him he finally 'guided her', she finding herself facing a huge bed, she seeing the mohagony type wood carved with the lewd figures of pleasure and sex... and even as he 'drove' her up, he slid his hand around her throat, before he hauled her up, with but his finger inside her, his hand around her throat, before he tossed her onto the bed.

" Stay on your front." He growled warningly to her as she felt him climb onto the bed, she able to 'hide' her face as she felt his demonic tongue tracing her foot, he licking and tasting every inch of her, exploring every erogenous zone, every spot that would make her body hum with a need she didn't yet fully understand, but what she would come to understand as natural lust.

It was only confusing for her, since he had already kidnapped her. She probably felt she shouldn't feel these feelings for him... but he was relentless with her, savoring every little cry, every little new experience. He would certainly enjoy taking her 'virginity'... and she knew he would!

 

[BellaxMorte]

Adrianna wished that he would just stop touching her so that she could think clearly. But then again she knew he wouldn’t either, because he probably didn’t want her to get the chance to think about anything. She shuddered slightly and whimpered squirming as his fingers delved into her tight wet heat. Wishing that she wasn’t so wet that she was damn near dripping down her thighs.

She’s never dripped from arousal before. Then again she’s never experienced many things that she was experiencing now. As his finger pushed into her he’d find her tight and her muscles clenched around the digit. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she tried to wriggle away from him. But even she knew deep down there was no escape.

Glancing around she even tried to look for the portal he had brought her through and it wasn’t there. She knew she wasn’t anywhere near her home anymore. Though she had yet to consider it, she might very well be in the depths of hell and that alone was simply frightening.

As he called her ‘his’ stupid naïve girl she shook her head in denial, his words biting at her ears, his touch making her body shiver and tremble with arousal even as she tried to fight those feelings.

When he moved her toward the bed she tried to resist him but there was little use as she found his hand around her throat. That scared her. More then anything yet. His hand there, knowing that if he tightened his grip enough he could squeeze the life right out of her. She fell onto the bed as he tossed her. Sprawled somewhat on her stomach.

At his command, she glared back at him, the growl though made her heart skip. As his tongue traced along her foot she yelped and jerked her foot away from him. She shifted up slightly onto her hands and knees and tried to get off the bed entirely. “I want to go home.”

 

[TirithIre]

He smirked as she struggled so in vain. She was so cute... dripping with pleasure, and yet fighting it all the time. He had to admit, he found her quite intriguing. Even as she stopped fighting as he placed his hand around her throat, he simply coaxed her where he wanted... she was still naiive, thinking that she might actually 'get away', the stupid girl.

So stubborn in accepting that she was literaly 'screwed' of any way of getting home, he watched her as she glared at him though, she shifting brought a predatory growl to his lips as he moved more quickly then she would have been able to follow, a sudden smack with an open hand to the back of her head dis-orientating her as he grabbed her legs fiercly, both of them before he yanked, dragging her backwards within a second.

Even as she said that though he grabbed her hair, turning her head to look at him. " You are not returning home. You are here, and very much stuck, so get used to it." He snapped, hitting her with reality as he 'threw' her hair, letting her head released though he was behind her, his pants magically dissapearing as the hard cock slid alongside her swollen pussy, the thickly veined shaft rubbing over her clit as he watched her body shudder.

Yet even as she 'fought' against it, there was no fighting this as his arm encircled her hips, and even as he looked to her, his hips shifted, before they snapped forwards, burying a good five inches of cock inside her virgin pussy in one go, he grunting as he looked to her. " Your mine. Obey, and you will live. Fight, and I will make you wish you were dead." He warned before he was slamming into her, further and further his cock descended into her, depriving her of thought.. every thrust shocking her body with intense pleasures beyond her minds control.

His arm held her in place... his cock skewered her, his other hand wrapped around and began to pinch her nipples, pulling them harshly as he began the process of truly breaking her... it would take a while, but she would break... they all did.

 

[BellaxMorte]

When his hand smacked along the back of her head she saw stars her eyes going blurry with tears. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing, not the sexual lust or the physical violence. None of it. Her body felt as if it was no longer under her control and she hated that. She hated the feeling of nothing being in control of her own body. Why couldn’t she smother that feeling? Why couldn’t she just –stop- herself from becoming so aroused by all of thing.

As he spoke his words bit at her ears making her sniffle slightly. The mere idea that she might be stuck in this place, with this being, having no escape at all made her feel a whole new level of despair. Under the right circumstances this could well be the most erotic moments of her life. But as she came into this so unwillingly she simply found that emotionally she couldn’t enjoy it. Though physically she was weather she liked it or not.

As he threw her hair slightly her head fell forward and she couldn’t see past the tears that clouded her eyes. She shivered as she felt his cock sliding along her pussy. She closed her eyes tightly. Could it be some horrible nightmare? Or maybe she had been knocked unconscious, fell during her silly dabbling in the occult. But somehow she knew this was all real and slowly she was starting to realize there might be no escaping it.

As the first five inches of his long hard cock pressed into her body she let out a loud cry. The sound half pained and half of it pleasure. The two feelings mixing into something utterly and unbelievably delicious. She shuddered and gripped at the blankets upon the bed. She was afraid to wiggle away, worried he might slap her again.

She looked over her shoulder at him as he grunted and spoke those words ringing in her ears and making her heart stutter in her chest. “Please… wait…” She barely got the words out before his cock was burying into her. She screamed her back arching and to her horror she actually pressed herself and grinded slightly back against him. She buried her face against the bed, her body presented to him. Though that wasn’t her intention.

The stretching pain was almost too much for her to take. The way his cock pressed against her tight inner walls. Her pussy was clamped tightly around his shaft, given her heightened arousal despite her fear and the way his mere touch seemed to have an effect on her that to her seemed beyond magic.

As he held her in place, impaled on his cock she went still. Afraid to move at all. Afraid to feel pleasure, or pain. Her knuckled turned white from gripping at the blankets. As he pulled at her nipples she yelped, even as she felt like flames of pleasure were licking along her skin from his touch.

 

[TirithIre]

He cared very little that she was 'upset' over the fact that she might be stuck here. As he had said when he had first dragged her here, he was not a demon of pain, but rather one of pleasure. Though perhaps one and the same were sometimes the case. He could tell this lithe beauty wasn't used to having control stripped away from her.

He could not have brought on an actual caring emotion right then if his entire existence had depended on it... he was a demon, and in his eyes, she was a new meal to be savored, to be delighted in... and to ultimately be consumed. He watched as her tears fell with a slight curiosity, wondering vaguely why she was crying... when what he brought to her was indescribable pleasure.

The whines, the clamping of her pussy told him that she was indeed physically enjoying this. Long ago he had lost the ability to connect with a human, no longer understanding the emotional connection of a relationship as compared to the primal and lustful acts he was bestowing upon her.

Even as she tried to plead with him though he buried more into her, another two inches as he heard her scream, her hips pressing backwards, her pussy clamping down, her ass slightly shining with her own pushes as she fought not him, but herself then. Even as she was afraid though, his cock was magnificent... long, thick and hard, it pressed right along her g-spot, rubbing it as he began a steady fucking.

His cock pulsed as he watched her, his fingers tormenting her nipples and breasts one at a time, and even as she felt as though she would be buried alive, he kept her 'prisoner' as he buried more and more cock into her, until with a final stabbing thrust his cock touched her cervix, the entrance of her womb, his heavy smooth balls touching her hyper extended clit gently, he looking to her.

" Is this truly such a horrible nightmare?" He purredly asked... and only then... when he was buried to the hilt within her pussy did he halt his 'assault' on her... his cock stretching her to her limits, his fingers gripping her tit in his hand as he watched her. He knew she was afraid of what she was feeling... but he posed the question anyway.

After all... he WAS filling her with pleasure, the pain of her virginity already probably ebbing into the nothingness that was euphoria, that was pure pleasured paradise!

 

[BellaxMorte]

The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. She never thought of course that pain and pleasure could mingle into one amazing feeling. It seemed wrong, and depraved and she half wondered if there was something wrong with her. If she was enjoying this because she was twisted inside. But then again it could be his influence too. Because she knew that though he was attractive she shouldn’t be as aroused and needful as she was.

She wanted to hate him for what he was doing to her, she wanted to turn and claw at him and hit him. But she couldn’t. She knew she had brought this upon herself. Every action caused a reaction, it just so happened that she really really didn’t like the reaction that she caused. Though her body seemed to like it, her mind just hadn’t really caught up, nor her emotional state.

As the tip of his long cock pressed against her cervix she shuddered, the odd full feeling she’s never felt before almost too intense for her to handle. He was stretching her, filling her with his cock. She’s never felt anything like it and the way his balls pressed against her clit made her hips buck back against him as if they had a mind of their own.

She wasn’t sure she could honestly answer his question. Her body certainly didn’t think it was a horrible nightmare but she wanted to be at home. Not here, in the control of this creature. Who seemed man but most certainly was not. He was a demon. Not even the stories of Incubi measured up to the truth.

The effort to speak was almost not even worth it. She was writhing, impaled on his cock, pressed back against him firmly. Her body craved his touch though her mind and spirit was still struggling to get away from him. “I don’t want to want you.” She whimpered, her hands clenching in the blankets. “Why are you doing this. What are you doing to do take me and kill me?” She managed though the sound of her words was almost comical as it all came out in a slight moan. Her tone lustful no matter how hard she tried to keep it from her voice.

 

[TirithIre]

He calmly 'rested'... watching as she tried in vain to process what was happening to her. Yet no matter just how quickly her mind caught up to what was happening, he simply looked to her as she spoke. Even as she whimpered and became more adjusted to that incredibly full feeling that he was so invoking within her, he simply watched as she tried to comprehend what she was experiencing.

His voice stirred that proverbial 'pot' of her arousal, but even as she asked him, he chuckled. " I have no intentions of killing you." He purred right back. To destroy her would be a perfectly good waste of a human... and they WERE rare within the deep demonic realm. This wasn't hell... there was no such a place... only realms. Realms where the immortal races resided.

Even as her hips in vain pressed and bucked up at him, he smirked slightly as she said that she didn't want to want him. " You are a beautiful human... I am an incubus. My exsistance is to bring you pleasure. Whether you believe that or not... is up to you." He replied calmly, he allowing her hips to buck, he allowing her enough leiway with his arm that she was able to push her hips back and forth, to fuck herself upon his demonic cock.

" Demons are not evil beings... though some of us do enjoy pain over pleasure." He purred, he looking to her. " Do your people not kill each other simply because they look differently?" He asked calmly, he letting her experience... not simply forcing her from one position into another, but rather... things seemed to be 'slowing down', he was allowing her a moment to process what she was experiencing.

" An incubus cannot simply take... I saw within you what your being craved... and though you fight it, even you can feel that this is what you want." He replied to her, though as he said that his hand released her beautifully full breast, he moving his hand and stroking her belly, he watched her calmly. " Do you ruly want me out of you?"

He knew the answer... as did a part of her, deep within her, she knew the answer.

 

[BellaxMorte]

As he spoke she realized easily that this beings voice was a weapon all its own. No one should be able to have a voice like that, no matter what or who they were. His voice sounded like a caress along her skin, along her senses, as potent as his large cock buried inside of her liquid heat.

Goosebumps rose along her soft and smooth skin. Not from cold but from all the different things that she was feeling. Her cloak having fallen off at some point and it left him with the view of her long slender back. Her shoulder blades moving as her arms shifted. She wanted to pull away from him but she couldn’t.

“I don’t kill anyone.” She denied softly at his question regarding her people. She has never hurt or spoken ill of anyone who looked or acted differently then she did. At least until him mostly because he was doing these things to her.

Her eyes closed and Adrianna took in several deep breathes as she tried to gather herself. Because things were slowing down she was able to think and process more easily, though it was impossible to think too much given that his cock was stretching her and filling her with the most delicious sensations things she never felt before.

When he asked that question she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She did want him out of her, but her body didn’t. She thought she might go crazy if he didn’t start thrusting and at the same time, she worried what would happen if he did. So instead she didn’t reply at all. Afraid of what she might actually say.

 

[TirithIre]

He smirked as a shiver ran through her. She was so new to all of this... and it was simply 'fate' that ended up that she would be taken in the arms of a demon whom was built to bring about the pleasure of their 'victims'. Incubi could kill, but he wasn't actively feeding off her life force, so she was all right. He did enjoy her little shudders, her little moans as she tried to hide them... and yet couldn't stop herself it seemed.

Even as she said that though he chuckled faintly. " Nor do I." He replied, and even as he watched how her shoulders moved.. her cloak had been lost when he had dragged her through the portal... it long gone, along with any semblance of her virginity. Even as he watched her mouth open to tell him that she did want him out, he also noticed how she seemed unable to speak those words. That, in itself was a victory of sorts.

Even as she took her breaths his arm shifted from around her waiste, to the curved smooth fullness of her ass. " You don't truly want me out... do you." He mused, and even as he watched her trying to assimilate what she was experiencing, his hand stroked her ass, up along her spine, his mere touch reverberating through her.

" Think about it... you would be fighting more if you wanted me out." He purred, and he was sure of that. Even as he held his place though, he could feel how her hips rubbed, trying to coax him to thrust and fuck her silly... but he was rather enjoying this... he was dominating her without even forcing her... she knew she could actually slide her pussy off his magnificent cock... but that was of course, if she could bring herself to 'do it'!

 

[BellaxMorte]

Control was something she was good at, controlling herself, controlling situations. But not now. Not with this being. She seemed void of all control It was as if the moment he spoke to her he snatched all semblance of control right from her being. It was as if she couldn’t keep her own body from doing things she didn’t want it to do.

She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and whimpered as he spoke. She did want him out, at least part of her did, but… then again she thought if he pulled out of her then and there she might go mad. It wasn’t fair, it was like a lustful form of torture where her mind and body were at war.

He was right of course, if she wanted him out of her she would fight more. She frowned as she realized that she wanted him inside of her far more then she realized. But that alone bothered her. She shouldn’t want him inside of her, shouldn’t want him fucking her. He was a demon, and he had taken her from her home against her will. She couldn’t be enjoying this.

Disgusted with herself her body jerked slightly and she started to shift away from him. Her pussy sliding up along his cock as she moved to get him out. Her hands gripping tightly at the blankets, her hair falling into her face. Her breasts hung down, though given their firmness they didn’t have much, her nipples were hard, brushing the blanket as she moved, and even as –she- tried to get him out, her pussy clenched as if it wanted to keep him inside.