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Chapt. 2
The Plot, and the Demonic Wadd, Thickens!
Lilith, the 'Queen of Hell', entered the cavern to the raucous sounds of arguing, fighting, and just plain noise that any convocation of the Denizens of Hell (known by Humans as Demons) would make. However instantly upon her entrance she drew the attention of all the Demons milling before her.
At once the mass of several hundred Demons, as one, broke towards the rock platform she stood on. As they came on the higher ranking Demons, being both metaphysically and physically stronger, casually and violently brushed aside, or threw aside, lesser Demons in their way in order to get near her.
Soon the collected Demons were forming a semi-circle around her platform, the highest ranking, First Class, Demons in front.
She was the highest ranking Demon in Hell, or at least this part of Hell. Second only to Beelzebub, who hadn't been around for about an eon or so, she was the de-facto ruler. That is, as long as she didn't have to bang too many heads!
She had a figure like a succubus. In fact, it was the model for what all the succubii strove for physically. If anyone had one, she had an hourglass figure! Tiny waist, wide hips, huge, perfectly firm and conical breasts. While her skin was a light shade of maroon, her nipples were the fieriest of reds. And they matched her labia, which were always hairless. Her face was gorgeous, all angular and firm. Two rams horns appeared from her temples and her coal black hair hung down to her back in long dread locks. Her eyes, as did all denizens of the Infernal Reaches, glowed red, more so when she was aroused, either by sex or anger.
Her eyes glowed brightly now.
And the Demons below her noticed the glow and quickly, if imperfectly, quieted down.
"Oh my Beloved!" she called out, her voice echoing from walls miles away. "I bring unsettling tidings." She let them mumble a bit before going on. "But also a great opportunity!"
That perked them up! Nothing more opportunistic than Hades own.
"Diabolos, the traitor, has created a scheme whereby he hopes to escape his prison and despoil the Earth!"
There were not a few mild cheers amongst the burbles and mumbles. There were still a sizable group of his supporters in the crowd.
He had almost succeeded the last time. Only some four hundred years ago, yesterday to Demons, he had very near usurped her position and power…while simultaneously almost fucking her into obedience and submission. She had barely outwitted him, with the most valuable help of her lieutenants, that last time.
She had hoped he would be trapped under the grave of his petty creation, the half-mad native who thought he would destroy the Spaniards with the vampiric power Diabolos had given him. Actually it was Diabolos who wanted to destroy the recently arrived Spaniards and get at their women. And he wasn't put off by brown skinned, topless and sweaty native Indian females either. Matter of fact, he would fuck any female, Human or not, if given the chance.
But she didn't give him the chance. She tricked him and buried him and fully expected to keep him there for a good ten eons, if possible.
But she had almost forgotten the Crux de Diablo. Made from a solid gold meteor that many said had come from Heaven, the power contained within the golden cross made from it, especially in the distribution of the precious stones placed in it, gave it the ability to break any curse or spell.
Even rip a hole right to Hell.
If the right witch knew how to tap into his unearthly power.
And his slutty daughter, Naamah, could find such a witch.
"Yes, this very well could be an opportunity for all of us! The Crux has the power to disrupt Space and Time! We knew that when we allowed its use to trap Diabolo. Now he wishes to use it to free himself! And I say we let him! A hole to free him can be a hole to free us! Because of that opportunity I propose that we should help his Daughter find a witch to use the Crux!
She raised her arms to encompass the milling crowd. "And we use the witch to free us, also, so we can despoil Earth instead!"
And not even Diabolos could withstand the hundreds of Demons under her command! she added silently.
Now a unanimous roar shook the cavern as every demon recalled the last time that had happened, seven hundred years ago. It was called the Black Death.
She turned to her left, facing three monstrously sized and shaped figures. "Absinthe," she nodded towards the nearest female Demon, a Succubus, gloriously naked with a twelve foot wingspan complimenting her near seven foot height. And, by the way, a sleek, stacked, bubble-butted, and flat stomached body to die for. "You and Aphrodite will go to Earth and make sure that Naamah is successful with finding a witch. If you have to intervene with the witch to make her…cooperative. Remember, it must be a Human witch to properly cast the counter-spell. Take the Balor Tur'reth with you for protection." She looked sternly at the nine foot tall biped now grinning hideously at her. Deep maroon skinned, all square headed and muscled like a cartoon weight lifter, he looked down on her with his beady, red eyes set atop a short, broad muzzle. "You obey their commands and protect them or you will answer to me! Understood?"
He broke out in another crooked smile and nodded eagerly.
He licked Succubii.
His cock loved Succubii!
Lilith clearly saw the temporarily limp, snake-like cock laying on the cavern floor a good two feet before him and between his trunk-like legs. She remembered it well, for she had had occasion to enjoy it, in substantially more rigid condition, more than once down here in Hell.
The two Succubii turned and acknowledged the Balrog. Unable to help it, both naturally and terminally horny and very, very femininely receptive Demons wound up staring at his huge, even for a Demon, cock.
The Balrog gave them the same crooked grin that he would give Lilith during those lonely times when she would come up to him, desperate need on her face, all pride gone from her glowing and wet red eyes…
Convent of the Chevin des Dames, Soissone, France.
At approximately the same time.
Father Robert strode down the three hundred foot length of the Basilica of Chevin des Dames, hands folded in his garment, head bowed. For all facts and purposes he looked terrified.
Which he was. Terrified of who he had been sent here from the Vatican to meet. One of the leaders of the Sisters of Divine Protection, an organization so secretive and…infamous as to be referred to only in the gravest times and only by the highest ranks in the Vatican.
What he was being sent there to do had last been done seven hundreds years before.
They were the Church's foremost combatants of…sexual magic, he remembered as he shuddered.
They combated metaphysical invaders…Demons.
But since most demons that visited, or invaded, the Earth were actually Succubii or Incubii, by necessity this Sisterhood dealt with, and fought by using…sexual magic.
They were notorious in the higher reaches of the Church for their ability to maintain their chastity in the face of all kinds and amounts of male and demonic temptation and assault.
That notoriety came at a price, however. For centuries their Order had been accused, most silently of course, of perversions of their own…namely lesbianism! Amongst the gossip spreaders it was universal and taken for granted that their way of resisting temptation was by having…carnal intercourse with their fellow Sisters!
He bowed his head further, his brow creasing, and quickly and quietly recited the Lord's Prayer three times. It worked, his growing erection subsided.
Then he came to the stairs, off to his right, at the very back of the Basilica. While not necessarily narrow, they certainly did not permit two to descend side by side. With too much caution, he realized, he slowly descended.
The stairs opened into a hallway twice as wide. The hallway was nearly as long as the Basilica, and ended with a window admitting bright sunlight. Along both walls were evenly spaced doors approximately ten feet apart except for at the end, where one door was allowed twice that much spacing..
He recalled that the back of the church was open alongside the slopping edge of a hill. The church was built atop a hill, an old mountain to be sure, so each room would have its own light admitting window.
And each room would be hardly more than ten foot wide.
He walked up to the fourth door from the stairs on his right. He gently knocked.
Almost at once the door opened and he was facing the occupant.
"I am Sister Chastity," she spoke, smiling gently at the clearly uncomfortable Priest. She was shorter than the Priest, some four inches less than six foot. Through her, admittedly snug, habit he quickly made out a narrow waist, flaring hips, and breasts much…larger than he remembered on his local girls in their starched white blouses back in high school.
He raised his eyes to her face, not wishing to see anymore of her…body. Her face was oval and not unkind. Well spaced green eyes straddled a small, pointed nose. Around her ears he could see bright red hair.
Her voice had a definite Irish lilt.
"Father Robert?" she continued, stepping back to reveal the room. Standing in the back, some twenty feet away, was another nun, this one quite young. She, too, wore a snug habit that revealed a well developed figure, though her hips and bosom were not as developed as Sister Chastity's. She had a longer face, not nearly as cheery, with almond shaped, brown eyes and full, naturally red lips.
He stepped in.
And saw a bed laying against the right hand wall.
Then he saw another bed against the other wall.
He desperately fought with himself not to blush as those persistent thoughts, rumors really, of…lesbianism…returned.
"This is Sister Constance, my apprentice."
Father Robert nodded to her, then turned to Sister Chastity. "I must apologize for arriving without proper dispensation for your cloister, but I have been sent by the Holy See on a matter of the utmost and grave importance."
Sister Chastity's face dropped its pleasant, welcoming little smile. "'Importance'?"
He nodded. "I have been informed to inform you that your cloister, for your apprentice also, is nullified. There is a mission, from the Holy See, that you must perform."
"How important is this?" Sister Chastity asked.
"The Holy Father himself personally instructed me to tell you that the very existence of the Church is in danger."
Sister Chastity nodded. "Then there is an immanent invasion? We are under demonic attack?"
Father Robert hesitated a moment, shocked at her conclusions, which were exactly what he had been instructed to pass on to her. "Uh, yes! But it hasn't occurred yet. The conditions for a breakout from Hades are being gathered. The most important artifact has been obtained by the Denizens of Hell."
"There are many such artifacts in the world. Which is it?"
He pulled a folded up stack of papers from his robes. He handed them to Sister Chastity. They had the seal of the Pope's private secretary. "It is called the Crux de Diablo, or something very close to that. It was in a tomb of a suspected 17th century vampire in Colombia. The tomb robber, Lara Croft, obtained it. It is suspected that she came in contact with…a Denizen of the Lower Reaches during her time in the tomb."
Sister Chastity nodded. "I have heard of this Crux. Yes, it potentially has the power to rip a hole in the space/time continuum. But this Lara Croft is supposedly a Scientist. I doubt if she has the casting skills, or knowledge, to take advantage of the Crux. Where is she taking the Crux?"
"To an all girls college where she works. Jane Goodenough College."
"'All girls', eh? I'll bet that they can find a witch or two there that potentially could do the trick!" She tucked the papers into her own habit. "So. Does the Pope want us to journey there and steal the Crux or prevent any witches from using it?"
"Either will do. The Church would know how to safely store the Crux, so we would eventually like to possess it. However, the most important task is to prevent an invasion from Hell."
Sister Chastity nodded. "I understand. Well, we will be leaving at once for Jane Goodenough College. Besides airfare, the Holy See will need to obtain a home, a house off campus. There will be other equipment costs that need to be defrayed once we get there. Also, we may need to steal the Crux so some…understanding by the local and Federal police maybe in order."
"Of course. I have been instructed that all your requirements will be taken care of. I will start the house search through our agents as soon as I reach the local Vatican safe house."
"Good. We had best go as students. I will be Chastity Smith and Constance will go by Jones. I think we will be Anthropology majors so I can get close…very close to that Croft woman!"
Father Robert shuddered again under his robes, desperately fighting with his erecting prick.
Kari Yamamoto stood outside the door to an upstairs room in a seedy hotel, flashing fluorescent light coming in the hallway window and all, and listened to the Heiress squeal and wail and selfishly demand ever more from her stud of the evening. Kari was in uniform: Her white Gi, which only just covered her muscular, but still rotund, buttocks…and nothing else. Since she never wore underwear when on duty her naturally hairless twat was also visible to anyone who could get below her waist to look up.
Which most of the time were men and demons she had just kicked the crap out of and were therefore in none too good a conscious state to notice!
Her Gi was pushed out a bit on top by her 'C' cup breasts, which were those of a young woman, all firm and full and pointed. Her shoulders were straight and, with her arms and flat belly and firmly full thighs, well outlined with powerful, though not bulging, muscle, she looked like a champion Field Hockey player…or an ass kicking Ninja.
Normally she couldn't care less about an heiress whose name she had vowed never to reveal…even if its of a French city. But three days ago a skinny little man handed her a little check with a very big number on it and told her to 'rescue' the heiress.
Even so she probably wouldn't have accepted, her vow of poverty as a Ninja and all, except for the fact that Jun had taken her to the cleaners again last weekend and she owed him either some big bucks or all of her well formed ass that he wanted.
And he always wanted it all!
She had paid him off that way before. And it hadn't been that bad, even the anal. Sometimes it had been pretty good. He wasn't a bad guy and was a conscientious lover…as far as guys go. But being under the same guy over and over gets old, you know? Especially for a Sex Ninja.
That's a Ninja that hunts down Sex Demons.
And lately business has been pretty good.
So she agreed to 'rescue' this rich bimbo so as to pay off Jun.
And break his heart, instead of her ass, for once!
Then never play cards with him again!
Well, back to work. She peeked into the room and saw the 'stud' pounding away into the enthusiastic heiress. Kari's eyes widened appreciatively when the blinking light outside illuminated the hunky lad's fat, long cock. Such a schlong would have done a giant proud!
And the Heiress had nothing to say bad, or coherent, about him, either!
She was now convinced that the tall, bronzed stud atop the thrashing, 'best tits money can buy' heiress was none other than a Demon. A low ranking one, to be sure, but a Sex Demon, an incubus, to be certain. That porn quality cock finally gave him away.
The problem now was how to expose him. She wouldn't get paid unless she proved that she saved the heiress from a demon.
Then she noticed the lack of an aura around the copulating couple.
Very careless of him, she thought as she threw open the door and sent of bolt of very painful magic energy right into his bouncing ass!
Kari's father was a Cold War United States Intelligence Officer, her mother a beautiful Geisha, connected to an ancient and honor ladened, but impoverished, family. Kari's father had died less than a year after her birth.
Her mother had no choice but to give her, at the age of five, to Kari's Dojin for training as a Sex Demon hunting Ninja. She became a top notch student both in her Ninja training as well as in Magic fighting. So good that she was the first in her class to capture and do away with a Demon, at the age of sixteen.
Now, four years later, she was one of the top Sex Ninjas in Japan.
The 'demon' roared most inhumanly when the bolt struck his bouncing ass and he immediately leaped from atop the humping heiress. She continued to fuck air as he landed on his feet and pivoted to face Kari.
And sent a bolt of his own right at her!
It stuck dead center and instantly her body was horribly horny, throbbing with need…need for a big cock inside her.
A cock like his!
An arousal spell! A strong one, too! Good thing he was standing there. If he tried to mount her, she couldn't…wouldn't try to stop that beautifully huge cock from penetrating her.
Pussy juice started dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"No!" she screamed silently at herself. "Get a grip!" Within seconds she started her mantra, fighting down the out of control lust sweeping her. "Best in Japan!", she thought sarcastically, "My ass! You left yourself open like a rank beginner! Now don't get caught again."
Within a further ten seconds she had gotten her body under control. She glanced at the Demon and saw the young looking stud smirking at her, his inhumanly endowed meat bobbing eagerly. "He probably thinks he's got me…going to fuck my little brains out, too! Make me his sex thrall for all time, no doubt! Big deal! Fuck an Heiress and the Ninja sent to rescue her! What a stud!" she thought as she quickly ordered herself into fighting trim.
He was still stupidly doing nothing but grinning in triumph twenty seconds later when she suddenly unleashed at him an "Uncover" spell right at his now openly gloating, clearly overconfident Demon ass!
Again it struck dead on and, with a flash and puff of smoke, his real form was betrayed.
Kari almost laughed when she saw what staggered out of the cloud. He was a Demon, no doubt: He was less than half the height of the 'stud' he had been pretending to be. He would have a hard time looking down on an Elf! And ugly! Excepting for his genitals, which were, if anything, bigger than in his Human form, he was exceptionally, even for a Demon, thin, scrawny and bony. With thin, dark brown skin with beady red eyes and long ears, furthermore bald as a billiard ball, he was hardly Brad Pitt…
Then the bimbo Heiress began to scream, "What is that?! Is that Frank?! Can't be! I can't believe I let him on me…in me!"
Kari was about to tell the bimbo to shut up when she saw the formerly stunned Demon move…
And he was pissed! He wasted no more time in sending another shot of Dark Magic her way.
She was ready for him, for once, and easily dodged it. Then she called up her invisible bindings and the fight was over. Each of his arms was held extended and rigid by invisible bands that tied him to the two opposite walls. Squirm and tug as he might, those bonds couldn't be broken except by a Class One Demon, and this little bum certainly wasn't over Class Three!
Nonetheless, she was careful as she approached him.
When she got to him he had stopped struggling, but his dick had erected into a good two feet of arm thick woman-sticker.
She caught herself more than once as she approached staring at that…arousing piece of deviled meat.
She broke her binding spell, freeing his arms, but without telling him, then picked him up by his waist. As usual for lower class demons, he weighed hardly anything at all. She quickly carried him to a nearby chair, plopping him down in it, then bound him up like a mummy with her invisible bonds.
That is, all except his cock and balls. His balls, had to be as big as a large grapefruit, rolled over the front edge of the chair to hang halfway to the floor while his cock stared her right in the face.
And she couldn't help staring in return! She had always had a weakness for Demonic Dick so, for a long moment, she was motionless, fascinated by his snake. She screamed at herself, but to no avail. Her eyes slavishly followed every movement of that cock for a good thirty seconds.
Then he flexed his mighty meat and sprayed her face with a good three six inch long strands of demonic wadd.
At least that broke her of her reverie. In sudden blind fury at being caught napping again, she slapped him, back and forth, just as hard as she could.
Didn't do a thing to the triumphant Demon.
It also complicated things. Just getting it on you, demonic wadd was intoxicating to Human females…intoxicating to an extreme. Soon she would get hornier than she had been after his arousal attack.
And only squatting on the Demonic Dick that intoxicated her would remove all the craving.
Well, that was out! But she had discovered other activities that could remove most of her horny need for belly splitting impalement: She could suck him off about a dozen times and, of course, swallow everything he produced, or…
Kari looked at the still squirming, moaning, whining, and sweating heiress.
"I never 'did it' with an Heiress before," she said aloud to the naked blond draped across the bed.
"What? You want to…with me? Eeeeuuu! I don't do girls!"
"You'd rather do Demons?" Kari replied.
That caused the Heiress to actually stop her mouth and use her brain regarding what Kari had said! After a moment of…rusty thinking, she rolled her eyes and said, "Well, I do owe you thanks, you did save me from that…thing! But I've never gone down on a girl and I am not going to use my mouth to…you'll have to do it all and…"
"Don't you worry. You won't have to go down on me…at least right away! Instead, I'll do you…" then she stopped and looked down.
"What the hell is that!?" the Heiress cried, pointing at the shaft that was parting the bottom of her Gi..
"It's not from Hell." Kari remarked. "Its my Nyobin." The cock-like shaft continued to grow and swell. It stuck a good six inches past her Gi, and had to be three inches wide.
As it continued to extend, the Heiress' fears began to transform into…interest! When it reached nine inches a crooked little smile crossed her face.
"How big does it get?" she asked like a little girl.
Thank the gods for size queens! "How big do you want it?" Kari replied, stepping towards the Heiress.
"As big as I can get it!" she rushed back, eyes never leaving the swaying pole.
Kari stopped at the edge of the bed, standing between the Heiress' still wide spread thighs. Suddenly, like a balloon filling with air, her Nyobin doubled in length and nearly that in width. "How's this? Eighteen inches enough?" she grinned.
The Heiress, now staring in wide eyed fascination and dropped jaw awe at the prick-like clit, grinned back. "It's bigger than Frank's!" She looked up at Kari's grinning face. "It will do, for now!"
Throwing her Gi off and climbing upon the bed, Kari crawled between the Heiress' thighs. The Demon bound behind her moaned as Kari watched the Heiress' knees rise and spread. "I can make it bigger if I get enthusiastic about my partner." She added.
The Heiress pressed her wide open knees into the mattress alongside her million dollar tits. "Let me welcome you properly!"
The Demon was going nuts as Kari rubbed her monstrously swollen clit up and down the Heiress' slit. He began begging, shamelessly, as Kari's weapon lined up with the Heiress' womanly opening. "Let me join you! Please!? I'll be good, very good! She had two openings after all!"
"Shut up!" they said in unison back at the agitated little horse hung monster.
Kari wasted no more time mounting the delicious looking woman. Lining up her phallus, now approaching the length and breath of the Demon's, she popped the tip in and then drove her hips down, sinking nearly all of her clit into rich bitch belly.
Both of them moaned lustfully as they melted together, Kari's nyobin slipping into the Heiress' well lubed belly like a knife into honey. When she struck cervix, the Heiress moaned again, good and loud.
Loud enough to renew the Demon's agitation.
"Please?! Oh please? I've got blue balls something awful! Demons should never get blue balls! Please?"
Kari ignored him. "Feel good?" she husked into the Heiress' sweaty, strained face. "Still having doubts about 'doing' another girl?"
The Heiress opened grateful eyes and gave her sweetest smile. "Fuck me brainless!" she enthused.
Kari immediately began pumping. In and out, in and out, in foot long strokes she fucked the Heiress. She could see the Heiress' belly swell with each deep, satisfying thrust. When she withdrew that belly sucked wonderfully on her.
In no time at all she was approaching her first orgasm, the first of many, and had increased the speed and power of her fucking. Now the Heiress was joining the Demon in agitation.
"Oh, fuck me!" she wailed. "You are soooo gooood! Keep going! I'm gonna…"
"Cum?" Kari gasped into her tossing face and she exploded, fully buried in rich bitch belly.
For two long minutes she came, grinding her buried meat far, far up the Heiress' well used girl guts.
Then, after that first orgasm, she started up again.
Kari had forgotten the door was wide open, but with that multi-million dollar belly sucking on her clit, she no longer gave a…
"Oh fuck me!" the Heiress continued.
Kari had been one of the first girls in her class to master the nyobin. She also could produce the biggest, which was a reflection of her overall Ninja ability. Besides satisfying Jun's endless hunger for her pussy, and other openings, she had pinned just about every girl in her class, one time or another.
Most of them right in-front of Jun.
Whether they wanted to or not. Before she was done with them, however, they all wanted it, as bad as they could get it!
It was a nice way to spend a boring evening…
Suddenly the Heiress, with a wild yell, gripped Kari's shoulders. One glance down at her face told Kari, like so many girls before her, that the Heiress was losing control wrapped around her pounding nyobin.
Evilly, Kari increased her depth and speed even further…
"Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! Oh! OH!" moronically went the Heiress has she fucked back, making their cervix/nyobin collisions, far, far up inside her, ever more violent, powerful, satisfying.
Kari concentrated on getting the Heiress off. For completely selfish reasons she continued to drive deep, to move the Heiress' womb around, to force her into orgasm.
From long practice Kari knew that nothing got her off better than an orgasming girl's convulsing girl tube, sucking off her Nyobin as it pounded her into elongated, mind melting bliss.
Kari studied the Heiress' face, all sweaty and now grimacing in approaching orgasm. She continued to urge Kari on, to drive deep and hard, to force her into the big "O".
"Oh, you're so good! Better than the Demon. Better than men! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" She was now gripping Kari's flexed buttocks, long fingernails dug deep into the rotund flesh, pulling her hips inward against her own wide open hips.
Higher and higher the Heiress went. Kari knew just how to 'do' a girl: How hard to thrust. Exactly which angle to take. Exactly when to alter the angle so as to strike directly the Heiress' G spot.
And the Heiress performed exactly as Kari expected. For long moments of broad feminine hips slapping together, Kari porked the Heiress, ruthlessly driving her to the most explosive orgasm of her young life.
"AAAAHHHH!" screamed the Heiress when Kari succeeded in driving her, forcing her into absolute bliss.
And, true to nature, the Heiress' fuck tube clamped down on Kari's nyobin, easily bringing the Ninja to join her in feminine climax.
For a long two minutes the two females thrashed and wailed and humped, dragging out their orgasms, maximizing their pleasures.
All while the Demon, whining in frustration and drooling tons of precum onto the floor, watched both eagerly and miserably.
Lara placed the Crux de Diablo in the cabinet behind her desk chair and carefully locked it. No use having went to all the trouble of getting it here unseen to have it stolen from under her nose!
When she turned around she saw Maria standing before her desk, eyes fixed on the Crux set behind bullet-proof glass.
One look at the girl's eyes, glaring, almost red, sent chills up Lara's spine.
And this was the first, only, time she could have a chance to get away from the girl, who, she was more than convinced, was a real Demon. Back in her office at Jane Goodenough, USA, made her want to deny that fact. That it had been a bad dream.
But no, Lara's memory confirmed her worse fears and thoughts. That Maria was no longer alive. This Maria no longer even looked that much like her…below the chin at least. And she didn't act like a proper and chaste Maria.
She remembered. The only time that they had been alone and not traveling since Lara managed to stagger out of the cave had been an evening in Bogota, waiting for a flight the next morning.
Lara remembered that she had not even seen the girl naked since the cave. Yet it seemed obvious that she had continued to change…grow in places, as they journeyed. Her tits became not so much bigger, they were already way bigger than Lara's, but more firm, more pointed, more perfect. In fact, inhumanly so. Her hips, likewise, broadened, producing an ass that Lara recognized clearly as 'bubble-butt' qualified.
That night had been a lesson for Lara. A lesson why she couldn't get away from Maria. A lesson why she would never want to be away from Maria.
She had stepped up to Lara just as soon as they had settled. Standing there, not saying a thing, just looking into the eyes of a suddenly mesmerized Lara, was enough to turn the Archeologist, completely against her will, into a panting slut, dripping sweat and feminine juice, and completely at her beck and call.
In spite of her best discipline and will power, the increasingly beautiful girl, to Lara, had to merely order her to strip to get Lara pulling her tank top up over her head, her inch long nipples catching on the bottom for a moment. Then, with no further urging, she peeled her…soaked…shorts down wet legs to stand gloriously, and wetly, naked before Maria.
At that moment Lara had never felt more aroused, more hot, more horny.
One push on her shoulder sent the Archeologist upon her back on the bed, legs spread in anticipation.
Without removing her own clothing, Maria crawled upon the bed and between Lara's well spread thighs.
"Now that you mention it, I've never seen Maria without clothing," Lara thought, catching herself staring at Maria for the hundredth time.
The clothed Maria had settled down between Lara's thighs. Immediately she had gripped Lara behind the knees and, lifting her legs, pressed her knees into the mattress alongside her ribcage. Lara, at first, had been so embarrassed to be placed in such a demeaning, "Porno" position.
Maria apparently didn't mind. Descending her head, she opened her mouth and extended a tongue that had to be more than a foot long! Prehensile like a snake, it easily reached Lara's clit while Maria's head was still a foot above Lara's loins!
That tongue, stroking and then slapping around Lara's clit, instantly silenced the Archeologist who, naturally upon seeing such an unnatural tongue, was beginning to question Maria.
With that tongue assaulting her clit so…perfectly, Lara's head fell back upon her pillow, all rational questions or thoughts gone.
When Maria drove the entire length into Lara's wide open and perfectly prepared pussy, all the Adventuress could do was hoarsely cry out and turn her head away in humiliation.
She was doing nothing to stop this thing!
She had never felt a tongue stroking across her cervix.
It felt wonderful!
And when Maria's tongue began punching her G-spot…
The rest of the night was spent screaming, tossing her head back and forth, and drenching Maria's face as Lara came…came…came…
Now, every-time Maria looked into her eyes for more than a few seconds, or even stood by her, she got wet.
Maria was wearing a typical 'uniform' for the school, completely optional of course. A semi-transparent starched white blouse and a pleated plaid skirt. A skirt that did not even reach halfway down her smooth, powerful thighs!
Furthermore Maria refused to wear underwear! Her tits could be clearly seen by anyone who concentrated a moment, her flaming red nipples blatant. The shadows formed beneath her blouse by her cleavage or under her jutting breasts left nothing to the imagination.
It was a good thing there were no boys here!
She would hate to think about the view anyone one flight of stairs below her would get by simply looking up!
But Lara seemed to be convinced that she had zero influence over the girl. And she was becoming terrified that, if she tried to change her actions, she would crush her with one word: "Goodbye!"
"Am I falling in…love with this creature?" she asked herself. But no answer came.
She was afraid of the answer.
Then she heard a brisk, but subdued knocking on her office door. "That must be Dean Windsor, my boss." She said to Maria as she walked past her. "She can make life difficult for us if she is not pleased!"
"I understand!" Maria replied, moving to the side and taking a seat near Lara's shelf of books.
Dean Windsor, Carol Windsor, smiled broadly and sincerely when Lara opened the door. Clearly she was happy with the Archeologist for scoring the coup with the Crux de whatever. She would be more willing to accept Lara's idiosyncrasies if she continued to obtain pieces that such wealthy and influential museums like the Getty wanted.
"Lara, my Dear!" she said, taking Lara's hand and immediately looking around the room for the Crux de whatever. "I am so happy and proud for you! And this brings great honor to the School also!
Dean Windsor was a tall, dignified woman in her early thirties. Well on the way to her own College Presidency, she broached no actions that would stand in the way of that goal.
She always wore suit coats with long, formal skirts, high heels and something around her neck to simulate a tie. Her hair was dirty blond, always 'perfect', which matched her slightly oriental face. She had piercing, observant eyes, a slim, not too long nose, and a tight, thinnish pair of lips.
Lara pointed out the Crux behind her desk.
"So! That is what all the fuss is about!" she started, making right for it, her eyes locked on her target. "It is indeed beautiful! And with those stones, probably priceless, even at auction!" She leaned towards Lara while never taking her eyes off the Crux. "Tell me, is it solid gold?"
"Indeed, Dean Windsor. The legend has it that it was fashion some two thousand years ago from a solid gold meteorite. Gold is quite malleable. And ancient people not yet into iron could have fashioned such an artifact."
"Remarkable!" Dean Windsor replied, finally tearing her eyes from the Crux. Facing Lara, she asked, "I have been told that you have brought something else back from Columbia. An assistant?"
"Yes, of course!" Lara blushed, turning towards Maria, who immediately rose and approached, looking like a totally innocent, Columbian schoolgirl from a convent school.
Dean Windsor took Maria's offered hand and the girl actually curtsied!
"What a delightful young woman!" Dean Windsor remarked, holding Maria's hand.
"She is actually who…obtained the Crux. Credit should go to her."
"Or the vampire who was destroyed with it!" Maria added, her voice matching her convent schoolgirl persona perfectly.
Still Dean Windsor held Maria's hand.
Still smiling down at Maria, Dean Windsor spoke to Lara, "You know we don't have money to pay for an assistant. It will have to come from one of your Grants. But, with the Crux, I don't see the Grants drying up."
Still they held hands, Maria's eyes locked on Dean Windsor's.
Lara saw sweat appear on Dean Windsor's forehead. She couldn't recall that last time she saw the Dean sweat.
Then the Dean sighed raggedly and their hands parted. Clearing her throat, Dean Windsor went on, "What a delightful child…addition to our student body." She turned back to Lara. "As a matter of fact, I think there may be funds remaining in Research for Chemistry. Perhaps I can support your talented assistant after all!"
"That would be…" Lara started, but was interrupted.
By Dean Windsor, still sweaty, speaking to Maria, "Now you come to my office whenever you can and we can have tea. I'm certain that there are many interesting facts…about Columbian Archeology you can pass on!"
They took hands again and Maria led Dean Windsor to the door! Halfway there Maria passed her hand without touching, right in-front of Lara, over the Dean's flipping, bulging buns. The Dean's words got caught in her throat and she very near groaned.
A chill went up Lara's spine as Maria closed the door behind the suddenly speechless Dean Windsor.
Maria turned around and, with a triumphant smile on her face, strode back to Lara's desk.
The triumph on her face was due to Lara's reaction of horror on her face rather than Dean Windsor's gagging.
"I told you not to worry," Maria simply said. Her eyes suddenly glowed red.
And Lara's belly melted in outrageous, unasked for, irresistible lust.
"And now," Maria calmly went on. "Something to insure that you with be cooperative, Lara Croft."
Lara shook her head in rising panic.
"You may disrobe, Lara Croft."
Still shaking her head, Lara gasped out from a suddenly dry throat, "N…No!"
Losing her smile, Maria stepped up to within a foot of her. Immediately the runaway lust jumped an order of magnitude, smothering her fear by driving her to the edge of involuntary orgasm.
Maria's red eyes locked on a no longer head shaking Lara. "Strip, my Human Bitch!"
"Ah!" Lara gasped, nearly crying out. Then, without her conscious command, she was pulling, this time, her blouse over her head, not bothering to unbutton it. And instant later her bra followed.
Without hesitation she kicked off her loafers and almost frantically opened and unzipped her slacks, pulling her bikini panties down with it.
A kick to remove her pants from her ankles and she was naked.
"Lock the door, Lara Croft!"
Lara went paddling across her office, buck naked and horribly aroused. After locking the door she started back only to be frozen in place halfway back…
Maria had raised the front of her skirt and tucked it into her waist. And she was stroking, openly, one of the biggest cocks Lara had ever seen. The balls, as big as grapefruit, hung halfway down her thighs to her knees.
Seeing Lara's shock, Maria smiled. "Just a little gift from Daddy! He thought I could use it with all these Human females I will have to deal with! Starting with you!"
Dumbly, Lara gasped, "Its too big! I…I can't!"
"You had no problem, and didn't complain at all, when Daddy used you! And he's bigger than me!"
Lara's thighs were getting wet as she stared at the monstrous organ. Something was driving her hotter and hotter, just by being near this demonic thing. Yet nothing she thought, nothing she could remember, seemed to make a difference in her body's reactions. Her body was obsessed with the obscenity Maria offered, and her body was going to submit to Maria's desires, regardless of her will, to get it.
Maria then pointed at the front of Lara's desk. "You may assume the position, Lara Croft!"
Shaking her head futilely, she nonetheless immediately stepped towards the desk. Everything she tried, thought, reasoned failed. Her body was so incensed on satisfying the outrageous lust and heat surging through it that it simply would not listen to Lara's consciousness.
In Lara's Science, there was no place for Demonic auras, Lust Spells, nor the forced enjoyment of physiologically impossible organs.
But Lara's Science was completely out of place in that cave…and now in her office.
Obediently she walked over to the front of her desk, bent over at the waist, and leaned on her elbows, her lush butt thrust back at a chuckling, approaching Maria.
As soon as the cock touched Lara's petals, the Archeologist gasped raggedly.
"It had felt so good!" exploded in her mind.
Kari rolled off the panting, moaning, extremely well fucked Heiress. From on her back she looked between her own legs at the miserable looking Demon, his towering cock literally coated with thick, coiled strands of demonwadd. Even though she had went through one of the more enjoyable and intense orgasms of recent memory while showing the Heiress exactly her place in the world, just the sight of that cock sent her belly quivering.
She reminded herself of her potentially disastrous attraction…no, obsession, with fat, long, gooey demonic phallus.
Her nyobin, temporarily satisfied by the still panting rich bitch alongside her, was now no more than her usual little clit. Meanwhile looking at that cock had created emotions, cravings that made her desire to be completely feminine again.
She wanted oh so much to squat, then and there, upon that near two feet of Demon Dick!
But enough fun, she told herself, fighting down the urge to impale herself. "Gotta go," she moaned, finally sitting up. She put her Gi back on and slid off the bed.
The Heiress looked at her with undiminished bedroom eyes. "Can we do it again?" she asked like the sweetest young virgin just broken in.
"Some other time, maybe," Kari replied while beginning to pick up the Heiress' clothes to hand them to her. "But we have to get out of here!"
Reluctantly, the Heiress began dressing. "What are we going to do with him"? she asked, indicating the whining, still demonically hung, Demon.
"Take him with us. I need to…interrogate him. Just what is he doing here? How did he get in this plane? You see, Demons just don't pop up randomly. He's here for a reason, and from a method. I need to obtain both from him before we send him back to hell."
"How are we going to do that?"
"Not 'us', me!" she replied, gazing for a second with some longing in her eyes for that disgusting mess of a cock. "I'll get what I need out of him as we drive back to your home. You see, Demons cannot resist…pleasure. They'll do anything, betray any secret, once you got them all horny by performing…er…oral sex on them."
"You mean you're going to blow him?!" she broke in, shock on her face. "Can you suck such a big dick? I mean, I couldn't get it past my teeth, you know?"
"There are ways." she mumbled, already blushing from the eagerness she betrayed at the thought of sucking on that enticing, huge prick.
Like most Human females she had a…weakness for Demon Meat. She just could resist it better than bimbos like the Heiress. But she had her limits…
Especially with her face smeared by Demon cum.
The Heiress suddenly grinned crookedly again at Kari. "Can I watch?"
"No!" barked Kari back. Then, blushing even further, she added more softly, "I…I can't let others watch me! I must do this alone!"
For the first time since Kari had entered the room the Demon was now nodding his head and smiling in understanding. His Ninja captor was embarrassed by her curse! Which meant she had an unusually strong attraction to his Demon Dick! Interesting!
Dressed, the Heiress looked at the Demon, who had perked up substantially with Kari's last words. "Well, I don't know how you're going to not be watched. I'll be in the limo with you."
"That's why you'll be sitting in the front! And you'll keep the window closed!"
"I don't sit in the front! Not with the driver!"
"Well, maybe you can blow him?" Kari shot back.
"Already did! No fun doing it again!"
"Well, you are not watching me! Now let's get going."
The limo was still where she had left it, engine running, all lit up. Surprisingly Kari had no trouble getting the Heiress into the front seat. She and the almost eager Demon got in back.
No sooner had the limo pulled away from the curb than did Kari reach over and wrap her hand around the base of the Demon's still steely prick.
"You want a big, long Demon cock?" the grinning Demon asked. "My big, deep going, Demon cock?"
She squeezed the arm thick shaft with all her strength and precum, like toothpaste, bubbled in a long, coiled strand from the slit at the tip. It hung, inches long, swaying as the vehicle changed lanes. "I want information, Devil!" she said.
"Well, I am not a devil and I have no information for…ooooo!"
She silenced him by starting to slowly jack the shaft while watching the first strand break loose from the head and splat upon the carpet. Another, even thicker, strand immediately began oozing out to replace it.
The Demon moaned, his eyes fixed on Kari's cock-dwarfed jacking hand.
She couldn't help it, her eyes were fixed on that towering prick. It was so beautiful! And awe inspiring.
She was hooked, again. Again she wanted to torment the towering organ, ram it down her throat, break it with her talented jacking hand.
She wanted to turn it into a fountain…a cum fountain!
She sent her jacking hand up to the fist sized glans. After spreading his precum over her palm like softened butter, soaking her hand in wadd, she started twisting her slick fist around his cockhead.
"Oh, that is good little girl!" the Demon's voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "You are very good at that!" Then he reached up with his left hand and cupped her right boob.
She immediately slapped it away with her left. "This is not for your benefit, Demon!" she barked. Then she let go of his dong altogether.
The Demon began whining.
"Shut up!" she barked again, wiping her cum covered hand on his emaciated chest. "You want more from your 'little girl'? Then answer some questions! How did you get to Earth? Who sent you? Why are you here?"
He whined some more. "I…I can't tell you! She'll cut my dick off!"
Her hand returned to his prick, slowly milking the feet long shaft, bringing more, much more cum to the tip. "Who is 'she'? Is it Lilith?"
With the name the Demon jumped. "How did you know that?" he blurted out.
"Good guess," she replied. "Who else?" she thought. "Who else had the power to plant a lower class Demon, who have no powers outside of some petty magic, onto Earth?"
"Now tell me her orders to you." she added, speeding up her jacking.
"OOOO! Don't stop!" he gasped, raising his hips into her jackoff.
She again immediately stopped. "What does she want you to do?"
Another long whine. "I can't…but keep jerking me…you are so good at that!"
She did, stroking strongly and long as if she wanted him to shoot.
All she got was a stupid, anticipatory grin. "Don't stop…"
His hips were just rising again when she stopped again. "Tell me your orders!"
This time he nearly screeched in frustration. "I can't! I'm starting to hurt! Please finish me! Please!"
"Only when you tell me why you are here!" She started to slowly jack him again.
"I'm getting close!" he whined.
She stopped again, but this time, before he could start whining, she planted her right elbow across the right side of his hips and faced his jumping prick. His oozing cockhead was staring her in the face, inches from the tip of her nose.
All he could see was the back of her head as she said, "Tell me your orders or you'll never cum!"
Then he felt something velvety, hot, and wet-slick sweep across the tip of his glans.
"OOOOHHHH!" he went, melodramatically.
"UUUMMMM!" went Kari as she swallowed the first wadd-worm she had licked off his prick. "Damn did Demon wadd taste good!" she thought as she brought the prick closer and again dropped her head, tongue extended. This time she licked the top of the cockhead, from the flaring crown all the way to the cum dripping head. She got a good tongue-full that time!
Her swallow seemed to echo in the limo.
Tasting of vanilla and strawberries, the lumpy Demon eggwhite slit greasily down her throat.
She knew that Demon wadd was designed to be delicious to Human females. Each woman tasted something at least a little different. But it was always their favorite ice cream flavors.
And it was about the most addictive stuff you could get in your mouth!
"You'd better be careful," she warned herself. "Don't get hooked on the stuff! You'll wind up in Hell for the rest of creation begging every Demon you meet to fuck your face!"
But she was having an effect upon the Demon. Moaning and squirming, his throbbing, jumping prick slapping her lips repeatedly, he had a hand atop her head and was firmly trying to push her head down…down around his maximally swollen, purple cockhead.
But she was just as firmly refusing to be fuck faced.
She raised her head and looked at him. His cockhead was clean and literally spit shined. She still had some coiled strands hanging from her dainty chin. "What'll be, Demon? You ready to talk? Or shall I lick you some more? You taste awfully good, so I don't mind licking this hot ice cream cone you got here. Of course, you'll never get off…but, hell, I don't mind! I've got nothing better to do than lick your dick till its pissing precum!"
The whine was back. "But…but…please good Ninja. I hurt! You know once a Demon is aroused he must get off or his balls will explode! Please don't torment me further! Be kind!"
"No fucking way, slime ball! I'm keeping you on the edge until either your balls do burst or you talk. You tell me why you're here and I'll get you off big time!"
"But I have blue balls! They hurt…"
She glanced down. "My, my! You know, they are blue!" She reached down with her left hand and cupped one large grapefruit sized nut. "My, they are stuffed, aren't they?"
She squeezed the one in her hand and, while the Demon moaned pitifully, a great gush of slimy demonic babystuff gushed out the tip of his stony anaconda.
"OH!" Kari cooed this time. "For me! Don't want it to go to waste, now do we?" And she bent forward.
For a long three minutes the Demon moaned and squirmed in his seat as Kari licked and lapped and swallowed noisily all of the approximate cup sized coating of precum icing. When finished lapping him up and noisily swallowing, his prick was jumping wildly, on the very edge of detonation.
"Please! I'm dying! Don't stop! Please!"
She just smirked at him while licking up the wadd still clinging to her chin. She started jerking him while applying her fingernails to his helpless, hot and bloated balls.
"Gotta remember," she warned herself. "Don't enjoy his cum too much!"
She started twisting her jacking hand around his purple cockhead, starting his meat jerking again.
It was the last straw. The Demon closed his eyes and cried out, "Ok! I'll tell you! But you gotta blow me off, deep throat me, and swallow all my cum! Ok? You promise?"
She gave the tip of his quivering cock a kiss. A strand of his precum stuck to her lip when she withdrew. "I promise. Now, why are you here?"
As if a dam has burst, the words came streaming out, "There is this Crux that holds enough power that Lilith thinks it will unite Earth and Hell and we can all escape. She is sending Class One Demons to make sure a Human Witch forms the unification. They have a Balrog with them…"
"A Balrog?!" Kari interrupted. "A real Balrog!?" She had never met one. But she had been told many times that a female should never meet one by herself for they are so formidable, either in battle or sexual combat, that a single Human female would be crushed, or raped, or both before they knew what hit them.
"Where?" she added.
The Demon was on a roll: "An all girl's college, Jane Goodenough College. The Crux should be there…Lara Croft has it…I'm supposed to assist the Agents."
"Who are the Agents, besides the Balrog."
The Demon waved his hands in the air and acted like a little boy who had to pee. "Don't know them…two Succubii…Class One Succubii…now please! I've told you everything I know! PLEASE!"
Kari couldn't help but smile as she turned back to the jumping and towering prick. "Ok, I guess you earned this!" Then her head descended, her drooling mouth opening wide like an anaconda about to swallow a pig.
She managed to swallow the entire head in one gulp, and she cooked it in her furnace hot mouth.
"AAHH!" went the suddenly calmed Demon. "Do it! Don't stop! Please!"
Kari didn't. One hand furiously jacking the cock shaft, the other mauling one ball, then the other, she began eagerly giving suck to the mouthful of glans.
Immediately she was drooling down the shaft, the flavor and texture of the Demon's meat setting off her salivary glands. Suddenly she was a meat eater, the flavor of his throbbing, alive meat as well as his cum, setting off seeming basic instincts of feeding rather than sex.
But when his left hand dropped to grip her ass, all her thoughts went to sex. As his hand freely sent his fingers down and up her asscrack, touching both her anus as well as soaking wet pussy, she felt her breasts swell and her nipples spontaneously harden. The heat grew, stimulating her feeding instinct…
Making her want to swallow more of him…
When his other hand came down on her head to push more of her around his jumping cock, she gave him absolutely no resistance. Her only response was a loud, forced moan as the tapered tip of his cockhead breached and began spreading her throat. Even when the first gagging started she still didn't try to stop his increasingly forceful downward pressure on her slurping, gulping, gurgling head.
As her throat gave way to demonic penile pressure, she began twisting her head around his head. The cockhead was relentless in its advance and her throat simply could not keep it out. With an especially noisy, vomit-like gag, her head dropped about three inches signifying the disappearance of demonic cockhead into Human cocksucking throat.
"AAAAHHHH!" went the Demon as snug, hot, velvety pleasure seized him.
"GAG!" went Kari as she was forced, willingly, around ever more massive demonic dick.
Still twisting her head, and now throat, around the few inches she had managed to engulf, her hands each took a massive nut and dug her nails in. A second later she gagged again when a four ounce bolt of red hot precum shot into the back of her throat and very nearly out her nose.
But she continued.
The Demon, meanwhile, had reacquired his whine. Only it was a whine of impending defeat as the talented and delightful Ninja serviced him. He wished he could take her back to Hell with him…she was that good! And, in Hell at least, she'd be able to swallow ALL of him!
Then all thought was over when she gripped his nuts furiously while her stuffed throat and mouth took up a serious, ball draining suck.
His whines jumped a notch and his fingers of his ass groping hand abruptly disappeared into Kari's wide open pussy.
She only jumped her hips a bit with the dramatic and sudden penetration. At that moment, and since those fingers actually felt quite good, nothing was going to stop her ultimate goal: Making that Demon spew down her working throat.
"YES! Now! Oh please now!" squealed the beast she was draped across.
"Retch!" went the Ninja as a full cup of gooey manchowder spewed down her throat directly into her gullet. She didn't even have to swallow.
The second, though, occurred seconds later, right while she was reflexively swallowing. Traveling faster than the limo, the wadd bounced off the restriction in her throat and went the only place not blocked…
Two inch thick jets, lumpy and coiled at the same time, shot violently from her dilated nostrils. Then, a count later, another spew exited her nose to stick to the seat between the Demon's spread thighs. Then another, and yet another.
Four full ejections, a good two cups of manchowder, exited her nose before she could start swallowing. They remained, coiled ropes of reproductive protein, tying her still plugged nostrils to the seat below.
But she was swallowing again, and that gave her some semblance of control over the helplessly orgasming Demon. One after another, a good dozen or even more, globs of Demon ball-slime were forced down Kari's gullet.
And still she sucked for, and swallowed, more.
It tasted delicious.
When the beast finally stopped shooting, she continued to nurse on the mouthful of cockhead, making the Demon jerk and gasp in post-orgasmic sensitivity. Only when she was convinced his well had went dry did she release her oral grip on him.
His cock remained turgid and stiff.
Clearing her throat, she looked up at him, two inch wide strands of coagulated cum still hanging out her nostrils. "How's that?" she asked him with a smile.
He could only nod.
She absentmindedly grabbed his prick again with her left hand.
It jumped potently.
She could see that his balls, while no longer blue, were still quite swollen and hot.
Then she looked long and steadily at the cock beginning to jump in her hand.
Looking back at him, she smiled, "Want to go another round? Can you?"
He reached over her rotund ass to between her closed thighs. He kept going till he found her stiff little clit.
She gasped raggedly.
"A Demon is always ready!" he replied, his voice now very masculine.
Then he put his right hand again atop her head and, again without resistance, forced her head down on his eager, throbbing prick.
As she descended to feed, she warned herself again, "Don't get hooked on his cum! Don't get enslaved by that big, bad, delicious prick!"
But, just as she opened her drooling mouth to again engulf as much arm thick demonic meat as she could, she just replied, "Fuck it!"
The gagging started up seconds later.
Lara howled as Maria drove every inch of her near eighteen inches of demon cock into the Archeologist's pussy. Then, murderously up against Lara's womb, Maria began to grind her cockhead against Lara's cervix.
And Lara's head dropped to the table with a 'thud!', and she gave out with the most heartfelt moan she had ever offered.
Nothing she had ever experienced matched the feeling of having that cock impale her!
Soooo goooood!
After grinding her to near orgasm, Maria started fucking her…deep, hard, and fast.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! You beast! Stop! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't stop! You beast, don't…" babbled Lara as her own hips began the thrust back, increasing the power of their collisions.
And when Maria changed the angle slightly, and Lara was driving her hips down so her G-spot was impacting directly that immovable, iron bar hard prick, stars exploded behind her glazed eyes.
Maria stopped pumping and, hands on hips, watched bemused as Lara's hips bounced up and down in a blur on and around her cock, smashing her girl guts against the non-moving cockhead of the Demon.
"Feel good, Bitch?!" Maria taunted the actively fucking Archeologist. "Glad Daddy gave me this?" and she emphasized the last sentence by driving up powerfully into Lara's descending hips.
With a shrill cry, Lara began pounding her desk with one fist while shaking her head side to side, eyes screwed shut, ass flying up and down.
"Oh, you Beast!" was the only coherent sounds she could make. "Good!…fuck!…don't…more…fuck…fuck…fuck!"
Maria bent over the rutting Lara and filled her hands with those world class tits. Using them for handholds, she increased the power of her thrusts, driving Lara outrageously towards undesired, forced orgasm.
"Please!" she gasped as the magnificent demonic womanbreaker effortlessly forced her over the edge. "Oh you wonderful beast! Yes! Cuming! AAAAAAAHHHH! Fuck!"
Maria just smirked, and increased her inhuman fuck thrusts still further.
And Lara's submissive cries of mind enslaving, belly distending orgasm continued…for hours.
Lara would never tell Maria 'No' ever again…
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