As Bayonetta shut the door behind her, she could still feel the nagging sensation of being watched. It had come and gone all day, and as the sun set it became even worse.
She could've guessed what was surveying her, but she didn't have to as the infernal portal she was already familiar with manifested itself just in the lobby of the house.
Knowing she wasn't alone in the house, she held up her index finger to the gateway, indicating the witch would only be a minute. The demoness who had created it caught on quickly, and the portal disappeared just before the other umbra entered the room.
"Oh, I didn't know you'd be home so soon." Jeanne approached Bayonetta, giving her a quick kiss to which she didn't really respond. She was reluctant to meet Jeanne's eyes too, something the platinum blonde caught onto.
"Yeah, I'll, erm… just be here for a bit. I have one more stop to make." "Oh really? So late?" Jeanne caught her by the arm as Bayonetta tried to go by. "And what stop is it, exactly?"
"I-I… can't tell! It's for a Christmas gift. For you. You don't want it spoiled do you?" Bayonetta was wearing an awkward forced smile, but her partner eventually let her pass, to her relief. "I suppose not."
Bayonetta stepped into the lower floor bathroom, turning on the sink to create the façade of doing something. A few minutes later, she walked back out. Jeanne was seated in one of the chairs of the living area, grading a paper.
"I'll be back soon!" "Mhm." She left the house, walking a little while until she was out of sight of the building. She waited in the cold winter air for a few minutes, before the portal to Inferno manifested once more.
She strutted through with more confidence than she had dealing with Jeanne. "You know, I'd really appreciate a bit more notice." The demoness who was waiting for her smiled.
They were in a location different than the arena in their first encounter. It was a structure comparable to a house that was made of thick, deep red vines, studded with thorns. Alraune was seated on what looked to be a bed, which was a bright pink, fleshy mass, seemingly organic.
The former woman was already out of her helmet, and her features were exposed. No longer in her petaled dress, the infernal was dressed in clothing quite close to human fetish wear, with her body revealed, and small black cords (that were also thorn-studded) highlighting her breasts and curves.
"Umbra witch… I have been anticipating your arrival." Bayonetta put her hands on her hips as she tried to navigate around the thorned floor. "Oh, I'm sure. I could feel your eyes on me all day."
Bayonetta explicitly worked her gaze up and down Alraune's body. "Your new look is pretty. It suits you." She nodded in response. "I thought you might prefer me dressed for the occasion."
"I certainly didn't expect it, but I appreciate your effort." The witch approached Alraune, very delicately touching one of the strings wrapped around her body. She pricked her finger. "A true mistress of thorns."
Bayonetta sat down on the mattress facsimile, and though it shifted under her weight like a waterbed, she remained unphased. "So… shall we begin?"
The demoness smiled at her again, closing the distance. Bayonetta found herself needing a constant reminder that the woman in front of her hadn't been a human for over a millennium; Alraune was incredibly attractive, especially in her new homemade outfit.
"I have some new techniques I have been wanting to try." "Oh, really?" Alraune was now in front of her; Bayonetta reached up, teasingly pulling at the ropes coiled around her. She pulled one back an inch and released, letting the tension bounce it against the demoness's rather dry skin.
Alraune caressed the witch's face, enjoying the rare feeling of soft, living skin. As she did, one of the tentacles serving as her outfit unraveled itself, snaking down the demon's hand onto Bayonetta's neck.
She didn't notice as it spiraled around her throat a total of three times. Then, with much anticipation, Alraune watched as it pierced the side of her throat. A few drops of blood trickled from the wound.
"Hey!" The witch tried to move backwards, only to be held in place by the tentacle, as if it was a leash. The fleshy bed swayed under her. "Don't panic, my darling. I won't hurt you." Alraune continued to stroke her cheek, grazing it a little with her long nails.
Well, she's certainly become more dominant… Bayonetta stopped struggling, and for some reason, trusting the demoness that had previously tried to kill her. For a split second, she thought she felt the tendril oozing something, as if a liquid was leaking into her bloodstream. She dismissed it though, becoming caught up in her arousal.
Looking at Alraune, Bayonetta thought she saw her wearing a look of malice, before it quickly disappeared, being replaced by a smile with unnatural warmth.
Leaning in, the demoness positioned herself so that her breasts were accessible to her partner. Her roped outfit moved, accentuating Alraune's chest, and making it obvious to Bayonetta what she wanted.
Though the umbra was still a little on edge, she obeyed as Alraune put her left hand around the back of her head, bringing Bayonetta towards her. She latched onto one of the demon's boobs, hesitantly sucking and looking up to ensure Alraune enjoyed the sensation.
Her unwavering smile indicated that she, in fact, did. So Bayonetta continued to suckle, surprised when she noticed a taste in her mouth. It was like candy, very sweet, but obscured by a tint of something metallic. Whatever it was, the witch loved it.
She recoiled for only a second to ponder the flavor before immediately returning to the infernal's chest to suck more of it. It was addictive, a substance crafted specifically to capture the obsession of humans.
Bayonetta didn't care how mind-numbingly good it tasted, reaching her hand up to squeeze Alraune's tit as she tried to drain more out. Gripping the back of her head by her hair as if she was nursing a baby, Alraune whispered. "Good girl."
The umbra didn't notice as her senses dimmed; her vision grew cloudy, and her movements slowed. The only thing she could really hear in all the chaotic noise of Inferno was the assuring whispers of the demoness breastfeeding her.
Alraune had already commanded a few more tendrils to unravel from her outfit, piercing the witch in multiple places: the lower part of her neck, her left arm, and just above the heart. As Bayonetta kept sucking, they excreted more of the hypnotic substance.
A few minutes later, Alraune took Bayonetta off of her chest. She whined in complaint, trying to chase after the tit but finding it incredibly hard to move. In fact, she couldn't at all, not until Alraune ordered her to spread her legs.
Without warning, the witch's body obeyed the command, and she spread at near perfect angle in front of the demon. Finally, Bayonetta knew something was wrong, but was helpless to stop it as she lacked the dexterity to speak, let alone fight.
"Your clothing – remove it." Again, she was helpless to resist, as her hair quickly crawled up her body and back onto her scalp. Alraune stroked her face once more, and Bayonetta stared at her with a dumbstruck look.
Not delaying any further, Alraune lowered herself onto the floor of the room, getting into position to eat the witch out. She revealed a long tongue, wide like a human's but as proportionally long as a snake's.
The muscle seemed wet, dripping the same deep black fluid that Bayonetta had been unwittingly injected with. The tentacles leeching from her arms held her subject firmly in place as Alraune invaded her, giving her entrance a quick lick before sliding her tongue in.
It burned; at least, Bayonetta thought it did. Her senses were numbed to a point where the only thing she could really feel was the pleasure of her nerves being stimulated; of course, that's all Alraune wanted her to feel.
She couldn't at all move, as Alraune worked her demonic tongue all the way up her uterus. It zigged and zagged unnaturally, highlighting all of the witch's sexual nerves and leaving behind the mind-numbing substance.
Bayonetta was held into place as she climaxed for the first time, her legs quivering as an unfamiliar orgasm took over her body. It wasn't like a standard one, with a clear build up, and end. It was very different.
Enabled by the concoction Alraune pumped her full of, the climax seemed to last with no end in sight; slowly taking over her nerves until it reached a peak, and it remained consistent.
When her work was completed, the demoness removed her tongue, watching as Bayonetta shook uncontrollably, still held in place by the tentacles. Her eyes rolled back as the last of her senses were washed away by the pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes… very good, umbra witch. Keep cumming. Pleasure is all that matters." She didn't make eye contact as Alraune spoke more Enochian, with only Bayonetta's subconscious being able to listen. "Your pleasure, and your obedience."
Her pussy seemed to leak endlessly as Bayonetta trembled, her vagina constantly tightening and loosening as the never-ending climax wrecked her. "Now, you are ready to obey."
Alraune twisted her arm, and the tentacle above the witch's heart twisted as it coiled in deeper, tightening itself around the organ. "You are not going to resist me. Do you understand?"
Despite the trembling, Bayonetta's obedient subconscious made her head nod, and Alraune smiled, becoming aroused herself as she knew what was going to happen next.
"Very good girl." She could tell the umbra had just peaked in pleasure again by her squirt. The demoness continued, pleased that she was going to capture such an exquisite soul with ease. How naïve… the witch actually thought I was interested in her services. Hah!
The tentacle coiled around Bayonetta's heart, squeezing it. With the motion, a purple energy emerged from her body, glowing tendrils slowly rising from her.
Alraune breathed it in aggressively, passionately absorbing the soul. "Yes, yes! So delicious!" The witch, who had been cumming all this time, could do nothing as her soul was stolen from her, her mind blank with pleasure and obedience.
"And now… give me the rest!" Bayonetta autonomously nodded once more. Her energy, now in a humanoid form, began to float up, towards Alraune who was waiting hungrily. Just as she was about to feast, the process stopped.
The infernal found herself on the floor of the room, knocked over. She looked to Bayonetta, who was still occupied with her unending orgasm. "What…?" This time, she saw it; a large, white hand appeared out of the tentacled ceiling, pounding her into the floor.
One, two, three… the large hand beat the demoness over and over, as her body made a crater in the ground. When it finally stopped, she tried to get up, only to find a heeled boot crushing her neck.
"How nice of you to let your guard down." Looking up, Alraune was greeted by a most unwelcoming site: Jeanne, the witch who she had let go in her last encounter with Bayonetta, was standing over her, guns pointed at her face.
"You!" "What's wrong, darling? You look like you've seen a ghost." Alraune struggled, but Jeanne stomped her heel into the demon, delivering a wicked kick and sending her further down the cratered hole in the ground.
"Just about anybody can slip through an interdimensional portal, you know. You really should be more careful." Jeanne released her foot, bending down to look at the crippled infernal as Madama Styx ripped the roof off the makeshift building, the demon also looking down upon Alraune.
"As much as I'd love to kill you, I really don't want to stick around this place. The air is putrid, and there's hardly any good food." She put her gun to Alraune's forehead, touching the trigger with graceful restraint.
"Now, you undo whatever vile things you've done to my partner, open up another portal back home, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you live."
Spitefully, Jeanne stood back as Alraune regained her footing, struggling to move given the damage, but in not as bad of a shape as Bayonetta was. She followed Jeanne's commands, luckily only receiving another punch by Madama Styx when she was done, and nothing more.
Jeanne carried her partner, who was unconscious given how many orgasms she was forced to endure, up to the bedroom, depositing her onto the mattress. She sat down next to Bayonetta, watching her restful face.
"Oh, sweetheart… don't you know by now not to make deals with the devil?" She laid back on the pillow, listening to Bayonetta's very quiet snore as snowflakes began to fall in the cold night outside.