Little Shop of Curiosities (Closed to Drobabes)

[Drobabes]

Natalie could only shake her head, not knowing the answer to that. She wasn't a supernatural person. She never went to graveyards with the boys, (well, sometimes, but not for the fear factor), she never used Ouija boards, or sat down with a group of friends and made mock seances, and she certainly never had put much stock into old myths and legends. She was a rationale, down to earth, live in the moment type of girl. So, to be so obviously confronted with something paranormal was shaking her world and making her want to retreat back to the safety of her own reality, where things made sense and there was always a rationale explanation.

"Maybe we should look at that book?"

"I... yea, sure..."

She went back to cleaning his wound, like she had planned on doing, before the weird creepy bracelet light interrupted her. Once she was done, and she had put a band aid over it, she felt a bit better. That was something normal, something she could understand.

"I still think we should call the police, let them know about..."

But what would they tell the cops? A giant, black, winged creature attacked them in the alley? They would probably come to take them to jail for the night, thinking they were on some substance.

"You know what, nevermind. Yea, let's just go look at that book."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Zander could tell Natalie was agitated. It’s not like he could blame her. He had been pretty freaked out himself! Now, though, he felt oddly calm. Maybe it was her anxiety that made him feel the need to step and be a calming, or at least calm, presence. Maybe it was just the fact that he was sitting next to a pretty girl that made it hard for him not to be a little bit happy. He was a young man, after all, partially enslaved to his hormones.

He had enjoyed her soft fingers on his bare skin. He stood up and put his hand on her shoulder. “Thank you, for nursing me back to health,” he said with a teasing smile. He leaned down, bringing his face near to hers, hoping she would reciprocate and their lips would meet in a kiss.

 

[Drobabes]

She smiled softly, looking up to meet his blue eyes as he laid his hand on her shoulder.

"Your welcome."

His face coming down near her caught her attention, being reminded of what they had been doing before they had been interrupted. Closing her eyes, she closed that small distance between them, her soft lips seeking his own in a gentle kiss. Natalie really needed that physical contact, the sexual tension releasing her from her anxiety, if only momentarily.

Her kiss was not as hungry as before, but there was definitely a need there. A need for something physical, something real, and Zander's touch was just what the doctor ordered.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

He wondered if Natalie could feel his smile with her lips. Funny, he realized he’d almost never talked about kissing. He’d talked to lots of girls and kissed a few, but never actually discussed the act itself.

Her kiss was comforting to him, as well as exciting. He wished their bodies weren’t positioned so awkwardly so the kiss could go on longer. Suddenly he wasn’t so sure it was really that important to find out what that scary thing out there had been.

He pulled his lips away, just enough to whisper, right in front of her face, looking into her hazel eyes. “Or...we could...forget about the book.” Before she can answer he softly pressing his lips to hers, his tongue just peeking out to see if it’s welcome.

 

[Drobabes]

Natalie opened her eyes, staring into his own as he whispered against her lips. When he came back again, she parted her lips slightly, joining her tongue with his own. For just a moment, she completely forgot what they had come in here for. Well, that was until she lifted her hand to his side, wanting to feel his skin and smooth muscles, and felt the edge of his bandaid as well.

She pulled back slowly; reluctantly.

"Zander...you're hurt..."

Even as she spoke, whispering back to him, she couldn't help but want to forget about it all as well. Her lips seek his out once more, her body shifting on the hard surface slightly so that she can give him a better angle from which to explore her sweet mouth.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

”Zander...you’re hurt…”

Natalie moved back in to kiss him before he could say what he wanted to say in reply.

I don’t care...

Natalie shifted a bit so he could get more comfortable, and he took advantage, moving one hand to her waist, and then moving it up just a few millimeters, as if to ask permission to move it higher. Meanwhile, his tongue danced with hers, tasting her with gusto. He forgot all about the cuts in his side.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in his system finally finding an outlet, but he didn’t want to pay attention to weird books or monsters tonight. He just wanted to keep making out with Natalie, plus whatever else she might have in mind.

 

[Drobabes]

Perhaps her own adrenaline was affecting her as well. Or perhaps it had something to do with the strange stamps that the shopkeeper had placed upon their foreheads. Or, perhaps, she simply wanted to touch him, for him to touch her, and to feel the way their bodies could entertwine. But whatever the case may have been, Natalie soon found herself with a hungry lust for the man, her kiss becoming more needy, and her hand reaching down to bring his own higher up, letting him explore the soft curves of her body.

Breaking away to pant heavily, trying to catch her breath, which she didn't even know that she had lost, her eyes stared up at him with desire. Soon she was standing, her belly and top of her pants very close to his face as she reached down and, with swift movements, pulled her shirt off to reveal her lacey black bra beneath. She parted her legs, each one going to the outside of his thighs, and then she sat down into his lap carefully whilst her hands went to either side of his face so that she could kiss him once more.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Zander was sure that Natalie could feel his erection as soon as she sat in his lap. It was poking against her core, but she didn’t seem to mind. His mind was torn. On one hand, he wanted to stare at her breasts, trapped in the lacy, feminine bra, substantial cleavage greeting him above the black fabric. He wanted to maul them, squeezing and kneading them with his strong fingers. On the other hand, he was unwilling to stop kissing her sweet, wonderful lips.

His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, battling her own for space. His lips pressed against hers, resting against the soft skin. His hands wandered, finding the fabric-covered sides of her breasts and gently stroking them near where their chests came together. He made up his mind.

He slid his hands down to her plump, taut ass. He lifted, standing up off the seat and pulling her body against his chest. He carried Natalie, carefully, out into the living room and onto the couch. He would have gone to the bed, but he didn’t know where it was, yet. He set her onto the cushions and kneeled on the floor in front of her. He put his hands on her waistband and looked her in the eyes, waiting for some kind of signal that he could pull down her pants, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

 

[Drobabes]

She had let out a surprised little giggle as he lifted her, though it quickly turned to a look of lust and passion. She was not a short women, standing at five foot eight, and she knew her toned muscles added to her weight. So, while she was sure that Zander was a strong man, it still sent a thrill of excitement through her to feel him lift her so easily.

As he sat her down on the couch, she tried to steal another kiss from those soft lips, only to find him moving out of her reach and down to the ground. When he then looked up at her, those eyes capturing her and leaving her breathless for just a moment, she smiled and rubbed her hands over his.

"You don't have to hold back with me, Alexander" she said breathily, a teasing smile then coming to her lips.

"Show me what you got."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

It was a high bar to clear, but that sly, expectant challenge was the sexiest thing he’d seen Natalie do yet. That confidence and openness was what had first attracted him to her, but to hear that, kneeling between her legs with his hands on her waistband? His cock threatened to bust his zipper.

He smiled his own sly, confident smile. “Challenge accepted.”

He unbuckled her pants and slid them down. Next, he pulled the legs of her pants off her feet, and lifted her ass with his hands so he could pull the pants all the way off. It was the first time he’d felt her firm, toned ass with his hands. He hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

Her underwear was just sitting there, offensively hiding her treasures. It actually had the gall to stand between him and her mysterious lower lips! He pulled them down to reveal her magnificent pussy, and wasted no time moving his face in to start kissing around her upper thighs. He teased near her tantalizing core for a few minutes, making her squirm in his hands, which had started kneading and stroking her wonderful ass.

Her skin was so soft and smooth! It was like warm silk on his lips and fingers. Eventually, he ventured closer, teasing her outer lips before surprising her with a quick plunge into the center of her slit. Her flavor was divine! She tasted exactly like a comfortable summer evening, dark and full of possibility. He returned to his teasing licks and gropes, enjoying the view as much as the taste and sensations.

 

[Drobabes]

If someone had told her that she was actually lying in a hospital bed, comatose, with some crazed doctor shooting caffeine and ecstasy into her I.V. drip, she might have believed them. She had challenged him only teasingly, but to see him so excited and willing to accept it sent a rush of endorphins coursing through her veins, causing her to try and assist him to get those pesky clothes off.

She sat back against the couch, watching as he took her underwear off and then bent down to taste her. Of course, she couldn't stay like this for long, and soon enough she closed her eyes and leaned back completely, giving herself to him fully as her breathing picked up and she let one hand weave gently through his hair.

"Oh god..." she panted softly.

"Your mouth is so warm..."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Her fingers running through his hair felt almost as good as her silken, dripping lips on his tongue. She felt like liquid velvet as his tongue explored her. The way she leaned back, granting him unrestricted access, trusting him, opening up to him: it was a huge turn-on. He was tenting his jeans something awful.

Natalie’s moans made Zander’s pants tent worse, especially once she started bucking into his face in time with those moans. He was in heaven. His tongue was pressed flat against her clit and he was working that little love button gently but firmly. Natalie seemed to be approaching her peak when the slimy black tentacle teased her lower lips.

What? Zander looked up, to see a woman standing behind Natalie. Well, it was probably a woman. She had a woman’s shape. She seemed to be made out of the same inky blackness as that winged man-creature that had slashed him. She definitely wasn’t wearing any clothes, either. He could see her curves in the warm lights of Natalie’s apartment. Her hips were wide and sensual. Her large, gravity-defying breasts were topped with exaggerated, inky nipples. The overall effect might have been sexy if there weren’t black, evil-looking tentacles reaching out from various points on her body.

Zander grabbed Natalie off the bed and jumped backward with her in his arms. “What are you!?”

Her voice seemed to be several voices at once, and all of them were sultry and feminine. “Hmmm...don’t stop on my account. What you were doing was...delicious…”

Zander was getting seriously upset about these whatever-they-were, and especially this one’s bad timing.

Whatever-she-was started walking around the couch, tracing the back of it with one of her tentacles. “I need you to keep going, or I may have to make you.”

 

[Drobabes]

Natalie wondered if Zander had gotten in a lot of practice with other young ladies, or if just a few in particular had showed him the ropes. Either way, she found that hansom man to be very talented, and it hadn't taken him long at all before he had her squirming and writhing beneath him.

She had been so close, so close to that sweet release. His warm, slick tongue, pressing against her little button had made her moan with pleasure, a shiver going down her spine and her pussy began to drip with moisture for him. Just before she felt herself reaching that crescendo, however, Zander suddenly pulled away.

At first she thought he was merely teasing her, trying to draw out the pleasure just a bit longer, and she had to admit, it was very pleasing. She opened her eyes slowly, looking down at him with lust in her eyes. However, it quickly faded and became confused as she saw the look of fear in his eyes. Her own gold flecked hazel eyes traveled behind her, and just as Zander reached out to grab her up off of the couch, she screamed.

"Hmmm...don’t stop on my account. What you were doing was...delicious…"

Natalie tried to cover herself, quickly reaching for a pillow that had fallen off the couch during their activities. Though she would have much preferred her pants, the strange voice that came from the...what was she? A demon? Whatever it was, it scared the shit out of her and did not make her willing to come anywhere near it to retrieve her clothing.

"I need you to keep going, or I may have to make you."

Natalie shook her head in horror, her eyes trying to make sense of the strange inky skin and melodic voice that seemed to want to penetrate her mind in the same way that she was threatening to penetrate them with those inky limbs.

"St-stay away from us!"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

She-It-Whatever covered her mouth with one hand and giggled like a little schoolgirl. “Stay away? But this is my favorite part!” The high pitch and soft, sultry timbre of her voice made her sound like a sexy coed begging her boyfriend to stay the night. Listening to it was...confusing for Zander, on a biological level. “When the new hameretha don’t really understand how things work, and I can have a little fun with them. You two are so cute, too. It makes me want to pinch those cheeks and cum all over you!”

Zander took a step back, pulling Natalie with him. “Hameretha? What’s that?”

“Oh, your Guide probably used the word diakha, but we’re talking about the same thing, here.” She looked around the large, modern apartment. “You’ve got a long way to go. You didn’t even put up any wards. Unless…” She stepped around the couch, smiling at Zander and Natalie. “Maybe you were hoping I would come. I like to...reward that kind of curiosity.”

Zander took another step back, pulling Natalie with him.

She kept slinking over toward them, shapely, inky legs gliding over the wooden floors. “Good, I can think of several better things for you to do with those tongues than speak.”

Zander tried to step back again, but found that two of her tentacles had wrapped around his ankles. He pushed Natalie as far as he could, and the two tentacles that had been meant for her grabbed his wrists instead.

 

[Drobabes]

As Zander walked them back, Natalie took the chance to look around, her eyes scanning their immediate area wildly. What she was looking for, she wasn't exactly sure. Her phone? Perhaps the sword that Zander had used earlier? Although the bands on her wrists had seemed to do something earlier, she was loath to approach the creature.

"You’ve got a long way to go. You didn’t even put up any wards."

Her eyes shot back to the inky creature, the fear coursing through her making her chest ache. What was this thing, and what was it talking about? Hameretha? Diakha? And why did Natalie feel such a sudden urge to give in to that sultry, honey voice? To get down onto her knees and worship those inky black tendrils that were-

"Zander!"

The creature had him! Those same tentacles now wrapped around his limbs and pulling him towards her to do god knew what.

Anger, white and hot, suddenly flashed through Natalie like a bolt of lightning. She didn't think as she stepped forward, her body becoming tense and ready to fight, and she certainly didn't hold back as she growled at the strange demoness.

"You GET AWAY from him!"

Her own hands shot forward to grab at one of those inky tendrils that had wrapped itself around his wrist, and although she didn't yet know how to control it, she saw the way in which the bracelet began to glow once more...

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

In that moment, Zander could not have been more impressed with his date. Natalie came to his rescue, hands shrouded in golden light. She gripped the black appendage, and smoke wafted up from that contact point as the creature screamed. Her tentacle immediately released that wrist of his, an angry hiss leaving her midnight lips, and Zander took the opportunity to pull at the one on his other wrist. It wouldn’t move, at least not until he threw his body backward. Then, the tension on the thing’s tentacle helped his slide it, effortfully, off his wrist.

Both hands free, he rolled away, pulling at the inky tendrils on his ankles. Their grip was tighter than his shoes, so those had to go. Zander frantically untied them, sparing only a glance to see Natalie backing up, batting away tentacles with every step. She looked like a superheroine. He wasn’t sure if she would feel this way, but she looked like she was made to fight evil shadow-creatures.

“Hmmmm,” was the frighteningly disinterested response from the demoness’s lips. “The Foe’s Hands? You’ve chosen well, hameretha.”

Even if Natalie hadn’t managed to hold the thing’s full attention, it was enough for Zander to go unnoticed for the moment. He slipped off his shoes and socks, finally sliding the tentacles off his feet. It wasn’t that the tentacles had been unpleasant. On the contrary, the inky blackness had been warm, soft, and smooth. These were no slimy sea-creature’s limbs. Still, he shuddered to think what this thing was going to do to them if it got them immobilized. Zander dove for their bag, pulling out the sword.

Immediately, he ran to Natalie’s side, slicing the ends of two of the demoness’s black appendages. She hadn’t looked like she needed his help, but Zander wasn’t going to give her time to tire out. The creature cried out in pain. Zander stood slightly in front of Natalie and turned on the sword’s shield.

“Perhaps this situation calls for more carrot than stick,” the thing said with a suddenly relaxed, intrigued demeanor. Zander could see her tentacles regenerate as she spoke. How were they supposed to stop this thing?

The creature spread her humanlike arms and raised her chin. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am no lesser shadow like my brother you met earlier. I am Akamanah, Queen of the Daeva. In my presence, You. Will. FUCK.”

On the word “fuck,” the room itself seemed to pulse. The walls bent in and out. The ceiling lowered and raised. Air rushed past their faces. His bare feet slid an inch or two across the hardwood floor. The most profound change, though, was in his cock. It had been hard before the fight, and even though he felt the fear of seeing the inky, black demon and being caught in her tentacles should have drained some of the arousal from him, it didn’t. Now, though, he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. It was like he had been mercilessly edged for years straight. Rock hard and flushed red, his cock dribbled a bit of precum as it stuck out from his crotch, straight as an arrow. He felt the air move around it, caressing it, teasing it, not giving it nearly enough stimulation, but enough to make him feel it. He needed somewhere soft and warm and wet and tight to put it. He felt that draw coming from two directions at once. It was like his dick was a divining rod and Natalie and the demoness were both dripping water. Oh shit, Natalie actually was dripping. He looked over and could see wetness sliding down her leg. What was this thing doing to them? Somehow, Zander resisted his body’s call to fuck someone, anyone, even this shadow-creature.

“NOW!”

Another pulse nearly sent Zander to his knees. His cock was dripping precum now in a steady stream. It was almost purple from the blood draining out of his body. He could feel pins and needles in his feet. He was so turned on that the demoness that had scared him so much was starting to look kinda hot. Her voice, though more forceful than any he’d ever heard, was also honey-sweet and thick with lust. He wanted to obey her. The sword dangled from his fingers and fell, its shield dissipated. He didn’t know if Natalie felt the same way, but if she didn’t put his raging erection somewhere soon he was probably going to fuck the evil, tentacled shadow-demon.

 

[Drobabes]

It seemed to have worked, but Natalie's relief was very short lived, as the next thing she knew, those same black tentacles that had been holding Zander were now attacking her, trying to grip onto her flesh and hold her captive as well. She wasn't about to let that happen.

With the anger and adrenaline still fresh in her veins, Natalie held her ground. With every attack that the demon made she attacked right back, using those golden bracelet's light to swat, punch, grab, and shield off each inky tendril that tried to lay claim to her soft flesh. By the time that Zander came to her aid, she thought she may have been getting the upper hand, having managed to take a few small steps forward. Still, she was grateful for the help, and while she might have been able to continue, her was breathing hard and she was sweating.

Natalie was glaring at the demon, her words meaning little to her in that moment, as all she wanted to do was defeat it, or at the very least, get it the hell out of her apartment. However, when she declared herself and raised her chin up in a manner that Natalie had only ever seen amongst royalty and high class, she felt her stomach drop a bit. Whatever she was about to do was not going to be good.

That pulse... What the hell was that? And why did she suddenly feel on fire?

"Oh...god..."

She moaned before she was able to control herself, sucking in a small breath as her hands shakily lowered and hovered just above her sex. Her fingers were shaking, and her clit was absolutely throbbing, feeling more swollen and hard than she had ever felt it before. No, it wasn't just her clit that was pulsing, her whole sex was, and with each rhythmic clench, she could feel her sweet nectar dripping down and absolutely soaking her thighs.

"Z-Zander..."

Her hazel eyes looked over to him, her anger forgotten and replaced with fear and lust. She tried to take a step forward, wanting to feel the comfort of his body near here, but when she looked down she stopped, her eyes widening into little saucers as she saw how hard his cock had become. He was packing a monster between those tall legs, and yet, it's weight didn't seem to hold it down at all.

"NOW!"!

That second pulse made her cry out-not with pain, but with a noise so lewd that it embarrassed even herself. Unlike Zander, she couldn't remain standing. She fell to her knees, her hands hitting the ground and she bent over and panted hard, swallowing back the drool that was forming in her mouth. Her cheeks felt so flushed, and she was hyper aware of every single inch of her body, but especially the way in which her breasts swayed beneath her and her hot sex screamed for something, anything, to fill it.

"Oh god...I can't..."

Tears began to slide down her cheeks, the lust flowing through her being so strong that it was actually painful. Natalie couldn't keep going like this, she had to do something about it, and looking up, she found her answer.

Like a beacon in the dark, Zander's rock hard cock called to her. It beckoned her to feel it, to grip it between her fingers and suck that sweet nectar between her lips until she had a mouthful and could swallow it down like wine. Even the color of it was calling to her, practically begging her to come take a taste, yes, just a taste.

Soon she found herself beneath him, one of her hands shaking as she gripped onto his ankle and sat back a bit so that she could bring her lips up near his throbbing member.

"Alexander..." she breathed hotly against his crown, her hazel eyes looking up at him only briefly before they were magnetically pulled back down.

"Please... god, please, I need it!"

With that, Natalie reached up and, taking his hard shaft in her hand, let her sweet lips wrap around the crown of his cock, sucking on it gently. Then, when the salty sweetness of his precum hit her tongue, she closed her eyes and moaned loudly, her mouth moving to inhale even more of his thick meat into her hot and wanting depths.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The moment Natalie’s fingers and lips touched his aching cock was like being struck by lightning and released from prison all at once. He felt free, alive, exhilarated. He felt like every nerve in his body was on fire. He almost came in seconds. He wanted to do more, though. There was an urge in the back of his mind to do something else, to fuck her, or at least to taste her again. He hesitated, unsure which to do. He made his decision when he realized fucking her would require him to take her heavenly mouth off his cock, bringing back the pain of lack for his lonely appendage.

In a flash of inspiration, Zander reached down to Natalie’s hips, lifting her lower body off the ground like she weighed nothing.

“Yes, feel my strength flow through you. In service to your own pleasure, I can help you do more than you thought possible.”

Natalie’s mouth rotated around his cock as he brought her leg around and pulled her hips to his face. He could see her arousal glistening on her pink lips. Zander wasted no time diving in. Starving and dying of thirst, he revelled in his newfound oasis, drinking deeply of the life giving waters. She tasted intoxicating. He lapped at her folds as her other lips worked wonders on his needy cock. He felt so close, about to burst, that he almost didn’t notice the tentacles winding around his limbs, twisting over themselves to restrain him.

“Mmmmmmmm, that tastes wonderful. Let me help you by adding a bit of my own spice to this meal.”

Her voice was so sultry and arousing that Zander found it easy to listen to the demoness’s words, despite his intense focus on what both he and Natalie were doing. Suddenly they were pulled apart by Akamanah’s tentacles, the ones holding Natalie rotating her in the air to set her down on the ground. The inky woman shook Natalie’s wrists until her bracelets came off, dropping lto the floor with a metallic echo.

“I can feel what you want. Both of you. You want pleasure. You want release. You want each other. You also have more...specific...desires, even if you don’t realize it. I can teach you to explore these pleasures.” She looked at Zander. “I can make you helpless, powerless to stop her from pleasuring herself with your body. You won’t even be able to move as she takes what she wants from you.” Zander was so embarrassed. He’d idly thought being tied up sounded hot, but hearing the creature speak like that was like a shot of adrenaline straight to his already swollen balls. He was leaking precum on Natalie’s floor, and the fact that he already couldn’t move added fuel to the fire.

The demoness turned to Natalie. “I can give you sensation, overwhelming your senses. The perfect amount of pain to mix with your pleasure, intensifying it and building on it. I can keep it from tipping over into something that distracts you from the pleasure, leaving you tender and warm, teaching you where that line is and then dancing on it with you.”

Zander ached to be apart from Natalie, and he was grateful that Akamanah saw no further reason to delay. The tentacles pulled him to the floor and tightened. His arms and legs were stuck fast to the hardwood. He couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything to stop her. Why was that such a turn-on?

Before he could think on it any more, Natalie, now nude, was straddling him,shaking with arousal. They were both dripping with sweat. She slipped Zander inside her, and relief and sensation flooded his body. He saw Akamanah standing behind her. He could make out a satisfied smile on her midnight features just before he saw her jerk her shoulders forward. One of her tentacles whipped through the air, making a cracking sound against Natalie’s behind. Zander felt nothing, but Natalie’s hips bucked up as she gasped and then squirmed back down with a low moan.

 

[Drobabes]

Natallie didn't know what was happening to her, he only knew that with each passing second, reality become more and more like a dream, except a dream that was much better than any reality she had ever lived in before. That warm member between her lips, which normally would not have tasted of much, at that moment tasted of the finest wine. Or, perhaps, something more deep and rich, such as strong drink. It was warm, salty, and had almost an aftertaste of sweetness. She couldn't get enough, her tongue lapping and swirling and doing lewd slurping noises even as Zander seemed to defy human strength and lift her up into the air to taste of her own waters.

Suddenly she was pulled away from her sweet treat, and the lack of it, as well as her own aching core suddenly being exposed to the coolness of the room, caused her such distress that she actually cried. Her throat clenched hard enough to hurt and tears leaked down her flushed cheeks, and Natallie was so overcome with need and want for Zander's cock back in her mouth, that she only fought Akamanah so that she could reach out to the man of her interest, not even caring in the slightest that the demoness had freed the bracelets from her wrists.

"I can feel what you want. Both of you. You want pleasure."

Yes, she wanted it. She wanted it so badly it hurt, and she was so overcome with that need and pain, that she almost wasn't aware of the rest of what Akamanah had to say. At least, not until she was placed back upon that thick cock and then tantalized with just enough of a sting to her plush ass for it to draw forth such lewd sounds from her mouth.

The moan that left her as she rocked her hips back down onto his member soon turned into a scream of pleasure as she suddenly came hard on his throbbing cock, her pussy pulsing and squeezing him as she continued to squirm. She had never came so hard in her life, nor had she ever screamed like that. She wasn't a silent lover, but neither was she loud and boisterous. Still, something about the spell she was currently under had her uttering noises and mewls, unable to stop herself.

Her eyes open just as the last of the zips of pleasure roll through her, and as she looks down at Zander, restrained and at the mercy of her pussy, she soon finds herself worked right back up to the edge once more. With more strength than she thought was possible in her athletic legs, she begins to lift and drop her hips in rhythmic motions, working his hard member as far into herself as she can on each thrust.

"God, Zander, I'm sorry" she pants.

"But I can't stop, you just feel too good to stop. Please Zander, please, cum inside me. Fill me up Zander, please..."

Was she crying again? She didn't know. All she knew was that she couldn't be separated from him again until she felt the warmth of his love fill her deeply.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Zander couldn’t move any part of his body, the shadowy tentacles holding him fast. Not that he felt like moving away at the moment. Natalie was riding him like she was as turned on as he was. Even after she came, he pumped her body up and down, stroking and pulling on his ashing cock. She was tireless, bouncing her ass on his thighs and pounding into his pelvis with her own.

*smack*

Why was she apologizing? He was as mindlessly horny as she was, and even if he hadn’t been tied up he would have been fucking somebody. He was thankful it was Natalie and not that crazy tentacle-demon. Either way, he couldn’t stop now. He was going to come inside her, just like she wanted.

*smack*

“Oh, god, Natalie, you’re so good! You feel so good!” All he could do was lie there as she bounced on his stiff cock, using him to get herself off.

*smack*

With each impact of the tentacle on her ass, Natalie moaned and squirmed on his rod before resuming her ride, her breasts bouncing in the air of her apartment. Zander pulled against the tentacles holding him down, finding them still holding fast.

*smack*

“Oh, boy, don’t pretend you’re not harder than you’ve been in your life. I know your desires. I can feel your lusts. Give in! Feeeeed ME!” More of the thing’s tentacles slid around Natalie’s body, twisting around her pert nipples, making her scream.

*smack*

Her body and tentacles seemed blacker, darker somehow. The things she was making them do, she must have been feeding off of them somehow. A flash of fear crossed Zander’s mind before another *smack* sent Natalie squirming, working the head of his cock against somewhere deep inside her that felt so good Zander’s eyes crossed. He moaned in exquisite agony.

*smack*

“Oh, Natalie, I’m gonna--I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill you up!”

Akamanah agreed. “You certainly are, my boy. You’re going to paint her insides with your sticky man-seed, and she’s going to love it like the tasty little slut she is, aren’t you, my girl.

*smack*

Natalie’s bounces sped up, and pleasure coursed through Zander’s body. He fell headlong over the clliff, and cum shot out of his balls into Natalie’s welcoming pussy.

He had never felt so good or so spent in his life. It was wonderful, and terrifying. Akamanah was suddenly kneeling next to Natalie, who still sat, impaled on his slowly softening cock.

“It’s okay, darlings. Don’t get up. I’ll see myself out.”

She leaned forward, placing her lips over Natalie’s in a kiss that the latter tried to squirm away from, but couldn’t. Zander was glad it wasn’t him she was kissing, but he thought too soon as Akamanah’s lips were on his next. He couldn’t even move his head, and her cool tongue parted his lips to twirl around his own. She tasted…wrong, but so sweet, like honey mixed with oil. She hummed as she broke their kiss.

“That was a wonderful meal. I haven’t felt this full in centuries!”

The demoness laughed, and retracted her tentacles from both of them.

“Do get stronger, pets. I’d hate for one of my weaker siblings to be the one to turn you. You’ll have much more fun in my service…”

With that, she stepped through a swirling cloud of blackness and was gone, leaving Natalie still sitting on Zander’s dick, both of them naked, alone in Natalie’s apartment.

 

[Drobabes]

"Give in! Feeeeed ME!"

For just a split second, a bit of reason came back to Natalie's hazy mind, and she felt a healthy bit of fear. She tried to focus on it, to open her eyes and look over her shoulder at the lips that were speaking with such a smooth, warm, and thick as molasses voice. But just as soon as she started the motion of turning her chin, she felt those almost oily tentacles move further up her flesh to wrap around her bouncing breasts tightly, and with an unexpected wave flowing through her body that seemed to coil in her core, she came hard once more, grinding herself with absolute abandon atop Alexander's prone form.

"Oh, Natalie, I’m gonna--I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill you up!"

Her scream turned into a deep moan of pleasure as her orgasm was all but forced into continuing on. She could feel the way his cock swelled, and then burst, so hotly inside of her, and with each twitch and warm eruption of his hot seed, her pussy pulsed and clamped, milking his hot cock for every last drop. It isn't until the last shivering waves of pleasure roll through her, and his hard member finally seems to calm down within her moist folds, that Natalie can finally begin to catch her breath.

The break was short lived, it seemed, as suddenly Natalie found an sweet inky tongue invading her mouth and taking her tongue hostage just as easily as the dark tentacles wrapping around her slim form had. She was helpless to fight it, though she tried. Akamanah's spell was beginning to wane at last, and with it, she was finally getting a bit of her sense back, though she was too exhausted to truly fight at the moment, simply sitting there as she watched the demoness invade Zander's warmth mouth as well.

"Do get stronger, pets. I’d hate for one of my weaker siblings to be the one to turn you. You’ll have much more fun in my service…"

For a long moment after Akamanah left, Natalie sat there frozen, almost in a daze from what had just happened. Not only had their date been ruined by a horrifying nightmare, but then they had been forced into having sex when their first time together should have been something beautiful and sweet. Sure, it had felt amazing in the moment, but Natalie couldn't help but feel violated in the worst way. She had been quite literally mind fucked, and somehow, it felt so much worse that if she had simply be forced to move her body under the threat of pain or fear.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes, the shock of everything crashing down on her suddenly, along with the echo of the demoness's last threat. As carefully as she can, she climbs off of Zander and then sits by his side, pulling her knees up to her chest as she tries to fight off the wave of emotion that threatens to spill those diamonds down her cheeks.

"What the fuck just happened?" she whines, her voice strained.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Zander let out a quiet, exhausted moan when Natalie pulled herself off his spent cock, her muscles stroking him one last time on their way off. He couldn’t believe they had just been forced to have sex by some of kind of evil shadow-creature. He didn’t feel like his soul had been stolen, but he didn’t know what that would feel like, so maybe it was still something to worry about. Zander did feel overwhelmingly tired, like he’d run a marathon after missing a week of sleep.

He heard Natalie’s voice almost break when she asked what happened, and he wished he knew what to say. They had been caught up in this so quickly, from the shop to the bat-thing outside, to this tentacled sex demon that had forced them to do those things. Things Zander had wanted to do with Natalie, but privately and sweetly and of their own free will, not forced drooling to their knees by some kind of sex magic. His mind felt scrambled, a mix of exhaustion, post-orgasmic stupor, fear, and rage. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, a herculean task at the moment, and leaned over toward Natalie, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze that he hoped was reassuring. He would have just embraced her, letting both of them cry into each other’s shoulders, but he worried that might be unwelcome considering that they had both just been through some kind of magical sexual assault, probably—Zander wasn’t sure what to call it.

“I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but we’re going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He took a deep breath. His brain felt like maple syrup, but he tried to remember what the nightmare horned squid lady had said. “She said something about wards, right? We should check that book.”

Zander got up and walked over to the couch, coming back with the book and necklace, and sitting down next to Natalie on the floor. He felt like collapsing, but he wanted to help Natalie feel safe, so he forced his eyelids to stay open and used the necklace to open the ancient leather-bound book. The smell of musty old parchment filled the room. If it weren’t for the ordeal they’d just been through, Zander would have enjoyed the experience of opening the ancient tome. The words were written in a decorative, gothic script, but the book was structured like a modern reference volume. It was easy to find the index, and Zander quickly found the listing for “ward.”

“A temporary ward can be created by a line of a conductive metal (contrary to popular belief, it need not be specifically iron) lying along the entire length of the threshold of a dwelling, covered in salt. This ward will hold as long as the metal and salt remain undisturbed.” His words crawled out of his mouth, lazy and listless.

Zander looked over at Natalie, blinking to stay awake. “Do you have salt? And maybe a cable we could use?”

 

[Drobabes]

Despite what they had just been through, Natalie was welcoming to his touch. Now that it was them, just the two of them, and they had control over their own actions once more. Her tears spilt down her cheeks as he squeezed her shoulder gently, but she didn't completely break down. Instead, she took in a shuddering breath and let it out, reaching up to wipe away the moistness.

"I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but we’re going to make sure it doesn’t happen again."

His words made her feel better, giving her back a bit of hope as she looked up to meet his gaze with a soft look. She then watched him as he stood and went over to the old tome, retrieving it and bringing it back to her. Once he was seated, she leaned over against him gently, her soft curves pressing into his side, seeking out comfort and hoping that she was giving him a bit of comfort as well.

As he spoke, she listened to his voice. Even though it was tired and drained, it still washed over her and cleaned her soul of the terrible feeling of having been used. When he then asked her about wire, she looked around her apartment slowly, her own eyes beginning to droop a bit with exhaustion as well. She wanted nothing more than to go crawl into bed and sleep away the afternoon.

"Yea, I do have salt. And I think I have a roll of wire in my junk drawer."

With a bit of effort, she forced herself to get up and make her way to the kitchen. Natalie was simply too exhausted to care to retrieve her shirt, and for the moment, didn't feel weird about being naked. Not that she usually did anyway, as she often walked around in the nude while by herself.

Once she found the supplies, she brought them out to Zander.

"Should we put it in my room? Around my bed? I'm so tired..."

Her soft hazel eyes looked down at him, almost begging him to come sleep with her. It wasn't just that she was exhausted, she was also scared to be alone.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Zander was glad to see Natalie up and around. He knew that it had helped him put aside his fear to get up and do something, even if that something had been comforting her. It would be so easy to give in to panic, but they needed to be safe first. Then, they could panic, sleep, eat, sleep, in any order they wanted. They also needed to do more preparation, and learning about the mess they’d stumbled into. First, though, safety.

“There’s some diagrams here, and it looks like if we put it by the door it protects the whole apartment.” Zander saw Natalie’s face fall, and finally put two and two together. “But, I think it would help me sleep if I could hold you.” It was true, too. What little touch they’d shared since their ordeal had made him feel a lot better. “If we put it by the door we can still move around the apartment after we wake up, though. Ooh, grab a match, too.”

Zander closed the book and stood up, following Natalie into the kitchen, trying not to be distracted by her beautiful nudity. He started opening drawers, looking for her salt or her junk drawer. He didn’t find any of it before she did, and he smiled at her with a shrug as they went to the apartment door.

Zander’s movements were mechanical and efficient, unspooling the wire to lay it along the threshold. He took the salt from Natalie, pouring it methodically and carefully over the thin wire. Once it was covered, Zander took the match. “It says, fire can’t pass the ward if it was successful.” He struck it, making sure it stayed lit before moving it slowly across the barrier. The light went out immediately, convincing Zander that their ward would hold.

He let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. They would be able to rest, uninterrupted. Zander knew they had a lot to do and talk about. Had their budding relationship been damaged by their trauma? How would their own psyches be healed from their fear and wounds? How would they achieve a more permanent safety from the nightmare world they had been thrust into?

All that could wait until they slept. Zander was so tired.

He stood, and stepped closer to Natalie. He took her hand, and looked into her eyes. “Would it be alright if I held you while we sleep? I don’t want to be alone.” He knew she wanted that, too, but he wasn’t just asking for her benefit. He needed comfort as well. At least she was here with him now. He didn’t know what he would have done if he’d been alone for this.

Oh god, he would have fucked that shadow-demon, wouldn’t he?

Fuck.

 

[Drobabes]

As they worked together to secure her apartment, Natalie finally began to feel a bit calmer. Indeed, doing something with purpose truly was a good tactic to help keep the mind focused and from giving into panic. Already her thoughts were swirling around and around, their whole evening being replayed like a movie in her mind. She still had so many questions, most of them involving if she had simply gone insane, or they were perhaps on drugs. She couldn't help but think that way, as, despite what they had felt, look at what they were doing! Laying thin wire and salt down on the ground because some dusty old book had said to do so.

When it was all done, though, whether or not she believed what had happened, she did have to admit to herself that she felt better. Either they had gone crazy and the ward would do nothing...or they really had been thrust into some kind of insane nightmare, and at the very least, this would give them a chance to rest and recover.

"Would it be alright if I held you while we sleep? I don’t want to be alone."

That warm hand taking her own felt so comforting, and despite trying to fight it, she felt her eyes water once more. She was so tired, emotionally and physically drained. When she looked up to meet Zander's gaze, she squeezed his hand back gently and said, "please?" She definitely did not want to be alone right now.

Leading them up stairs, she opened her drawers and pulled out an oversized pink cotton shirt for herself to sleep in, the type that one often saw in the Victoria Secret magazines. And indeed, if anyone had bothered to look, they would have seen the tag was in fact from that brand. For Zander, she pulled out a pair of her soft cotton sweatpants with a simple red and black checkered pattern. They were neither girly, nor manly in design, and she thought that he might appreciate having something to cover his naked form after what had been done to them.

Once she was dressed, she ran her fingers through her hair to get the tangles out, and then she pulled her soft covers back and climbed in, looking back over her shoulder with a soft smile to invite Zander in.

"I wish I could have introduced you to my bed more properly," she chuckled weakly.

"Maybe I'll have to give you a rain-check."