Thread: A Necessary Evil [Prince x Insatiable]

The powerful hand at Mara's throat had seized any impertinent response to his angry outburst, and left the succubus gasping and choking on her own poisonous words, You want me to live. You, make me cum, she barely managed her subtle demand against the increasing pressure. But the retort was immediately punished by another angry hand across her reddened cheek. With her hands bound and chained, her insidious instigation had become her only weaponry, and Brennan seemed resolute to rid her of that as well. Mara's alabaster-white face was now flushed with anger, furious at the pathetically weak display he had remorselessly transformed her into. The irony of the vulnerable men she had mounted whilst her own dangerous hands crushed the life from their own necks had cut into Mara like a cruel knife that demanded regret and penitence for her actions. Instead, she craved the chance to punish Brennan for afflicting her with the sliver of empathy. In a boast of fearlessness, Mara's cold stare remained locked onto his, but her odd eyes were soon overshadowed in the anger of his own. It was clear to her that she was overpowered by the commander, but the succubus still had some sense of contentedness hidden deep within her half-lidded orbs. As much as he dehumanized and threatened her livelihood, he needed her alive , and that neediness had become her solace. Even in the face of his fury, she could hardly conceal her triumphant smile as he spitefully promised to feed her from her own, hot cunt. But when he had finally met his hand against the exposed, juicy flesh, Mara froze. Her dimming eyes widened in shock. The wave of pleasure rushed from her chest. throbbed deep into her flowing sex and into his cupped hand, and the sensation seemingly washed away the resentment Mara had for this cruel captor of hers. The anger, the spite, the atrocious images of revenge she had concocted especially for Brennan... they were all gone, and replaced with the overwhelming hunger for more of his touch. That confident demeanor that the demoness once boasted melted into worry. What was this feeling that now consumed her? Was it desperation? Fear? No... she wanted this. She was so eager for the mild mannered commander, who had started off treating her with kindness, to reveal himself as the perverted brute that she believed all men truly were. But the past fruitless nights in their prison had left Mara's neglected cunt sensitive to the smallest touch. And her body could hardly contain itself once the hand began to aggressively assault the dripping, lush lips. Her back arched away from the stone cold wall, and gasping moans struggled to emit from her clenched throat and gape mouth. Shapely hips squirmed like they were fighting against his hand's violent prodding, though Mara's sultry were lips were repeatedly mouthing for more. Her tight walls accepted his fingers each time they entered her and would clench tightly each time they withdrew as if she never want them to leave her pulsing wetness. Although her gaze was leveled with his own and close enough to taste his excited panting breath, Mara was lost in her own pleasure and unable to focus on anything that wasn't the ecstasy between her slick thighs, or the delight of aromas that filled the room Sex, sin... she could even taste his blood in the air as it rushed to his head, as it circulated and throbbed through his hand at her throat, and especially as it rushed down and stiffened his cock. Mara was euphoric with just the thought of him piercing his cock inside of her, pumping her full with his length until he released every repressed drop of cum into her. Eager was she to soak in his semen, and to taste the secrets he held and hid for the sake of his vows. He was so resistant to her temptations, and it had only made her crave him more. Mara sensed his hand raised before her, hot and drenched with her demonic scent. Her tongue was out, and her mouth gaped wider like an obedient pet desperate to be fed, but instead was insulted at his choice to paint her face with her fluids before allowing her to taste. Her warm, hot mouth sucked hungrily on his fingers, lapping her skilled tongue between them and coating her entire mouth in the heat of her cunt. Yes... It's effect was almost instantaneous, and Mara's haunting eyes returned to focus. The sweet, satisfying taste had stricken the succubus with inspiration and Mara began to evocatively drag her red lips back and forth along the length of his fingers. Her head wildly tilted side to side, slurping and smacking loudly on his digits before she gave a deep swallow that pulsed against his palm at her throat and trapped his fingers between her tongue and top of her mouth. Yellow eyes watched him as she pulled away, slowly and provocatively, that slutty mouth creating a lewd suction noise once his fingers were finally free of their wet prison. Her lips creased to their forgotten, bold grin, If only you would have fed me from your cock instead. Then we both could have enjoyed it, Mara knew it was in her best interest to stay quiet, and she even felt herself brace in preparation for another sharp whip across her face. It hadn't mattered. She enjoyed his rage. For it was not she that he was afraid of, but rather the anger and lust that coiled around his tainted soul and shamed him before the Light. And as he dared further with her dangerous game, it would only draw it out and ultimately consume him. Mara had learned that quickly after she had crossed over. In the Dark, could one rid themselves of the guilt of what the world deemed sins. After all, sins were just desires that deserved to be satisfied, so said the dogma of her Dark Lord. She could almost pity Brennan. Why were some humans so devoted to a creed that hated them so, that forced them into misery disguised as piety? That stripped them of what made them human? Her slender, bare feet trembled in their uncomfortable arch, and her lungs were desperate in their attempt to collect air from her gasping breaths, Brennan... how does it feel to be tempted by a creature such as myself? You say I am no woman, but your cock rises and hungers to be baptized anew in my hot cum. Have you no shame in that--? She found her words, again, choked and frozen in her throat by his grasp, then replaced with sharp, excited gasps from her now stiff lips as his hand continued it's assault. Her head, heavy with blood, began to fall backward from his grasp, and her eyes rolled back, hidden beneath her frantically fluttering eyelids. And then, finally , the pleasure she had craved, the release that she hungered for so badly, now rocked her body like a feeble sail on an angry sea. Waves of bliss rushed down her exposed body, twisting her core with a sensual grip that caused her to cry out in her demonic tongue. Her arms pulled towards her restraints, making her collarbones flex and stretch like wings that wanted to fly free. And then, Mara's vision had gone blank. The blood that coursed through her head muffled his words, leaving her in a post orgasmic stasis. Her pulsating pussy began to ooze cum with wax-like heat, and it ran in clear rivers down her inner thighs, dripping into small pools onto the ground. His hand was covered with her sweet drink. Her senses returned and she looked to him expectantly, her eyes glassy with fever and hungry for her own orgasm. Now, feed me. And I'll talk.