The angel growled to herself as she stalked up the stairs of her sister's house.
House. The establishment in her sister's charge – walls clad in rich dark wood, cosy booths upholstered in well-worn leather, a copper bartop that gleamed in the soft lighting – was part speakeasy, part tasteful bordello, and entirely patronised by both non-humans and humans who no longer blinked when they saw skin in shades of blue or red. A place of leisure, a place of desire, a place where day and night meant less than the ebbs of successively sated libidos.
The acts that took place in the house were less about customer and client; no currency was exchanged, and all acts were strictly voluntary. Dead-eyed transactions were for the world above, for those who were unable to procure remedies to their desires without the aid of impersonal bargaining. Rather, Danika's house was somewhere to relax and indulge after a day of hellfire and obligation, where a little charm could work wonders.
After all, demons need to unwind too.
It was clear that Lariel was from a different realm to both patron and inhabitant of the house alike. She was not the only pale-skinned one there, nor the only one walking with purpose in her stride, but it was clear to all around her that she was an angel – and angels were rare enough creatures in a demon's house. Some of the inhabitants knew her: one of the bartenders winked at her across the room, and a passing incubus bowed graciously to her out of more than mere courtesy, but for most, she was something of a mild curiosity, an unusual guest but a welcome one nonetheless.
And so she growled to herself, not at her presence amongst the throngs of coquettish, red-skinned demons who gently trailed their fingers along her white arms and admired her golden braid as she passed, or the bare-chested incubi that drifted around with flashing bottles in their hands, refilling crystal glasses before their drinkers had even realised that they were half empty, or the palpable aura within the house of both relaxation and indulgence.
She growled to herself because her sister had made her climb the stairs.
Summoning her for a late-night fuck was one thing, but doing it with a lipstick-kiss-signed letter telling her to come to the demon's first floor office, the one that looked over the rest of the bar, had only one subtext.
Everyone will see you here. Everyone will know why you're here.
She could feel the eyes on her as she reached the first floor, the pressure of their gaze almost tangible, and tried her best to shrug it off as she stiff-armed the office door open.
Danika was sprawled across a high-backed office chair upholstered in gleaming black leather, her crimson thighs spread wide and hooked over the padded arms. A snowy shirt pooled behind her, unbuttoned to let her firm crimson breasts stand proud on her chest, the sleeves still clinging to her forearms. Black fishnets stretched up over her long legs, connected to a silky garter belt that banded the demon's trim stomach just below her navel by thin strips of fabric. On anyone else, it might have looked like some kind of office roleplay; Lariel half expected to see a pair of secretarial glasses perched atop her head, carefully balanced on the gold-capped horns that curled up and back from her obsidian hair. On the demon, it was one of her more casual choices of attire, the embodiment of office-chic slutty. One black-nailed hand pinched a stiff nipple while the other was tangled in the hair of the lesser demon whose face was currently pressed between Danika's legs.
Wet slurping sounds emanated from said underling's mouth, her cheeks full from Danika's heavy balls. Lariel could see the top half of her sister's cock poking over the top of the other demon's head, bobbing and twitching as a glistening bead of precum slowly dripped onto her maiden's hair. Danika smiled wickedly at her sister as the angel entered the room, light glinting from the golden ring that arced beneath her pert nose, and her hand tightened around the other demon's hair. A slow moan slipped from Danika's dark lips, and she gazed up at Lariel with excited eyes.
"Hey there, sis," the demon purred, her voice low and husky.
"Hey, yourself," the angel replied, shooting a smirk across the room. Suddenly, the stairs were worth the irritation. "Could you not even hold yourself back until I got here?"
"Why would I, when I have such eager mouths all around me? Jarri here has such plush lips. Don't you like the view?"
Lariel was about to fire something pithy back, but her sister's eyes darted meaningfully to her crotch. There was no denying it – the sight of one of her sister's maidens slobbering over her scarlet balls was making Lariel's pink slit glisten.
"I do," she conceded. "But you didn't call me here just to watch, did you?"
Danika laughed, rolling her hips to feel Jarri's mouth all over her heavy ballsack.
"Only for a moment."
She stood, letting the shirt slither from her forearms to fall to the floor, its descent slowed only by the unseen curves of her ass, as though it wasn't quite ready to be parted from her crimson flesh. Jarri obediently followed her movement, lips still wrapped firmly around Danika's balls, and the demon grinned to herself as she pulled the other's head to the side, letting her glistening sack pop from its warm surrounds to glisten in the office's soft light. A thick string of saliva bridged the space between her maiden's soft lips and her heavy orbs, snapping loosely to splatter onto the floor. She trailed her fingers absently behind Jarri's ear, scratching her like some sort of pet as a brief reward for her oral service, fishnetted legs towering above the submissive maiden.
"Why don't you go and give my sister a kiss," the demon said sweetly, smiling impishly at Lariel.
"With pleasure, mistress," Jarri purred, crawling over to Lariel with her back arched, swaying her hips as she moved. She reached the angel's feet and rose, stroking Lariel's thighs, but the angel's attention was barely on the sultry demon-maid caressing her.
It was fixed firmly on her sister's thick, red cock.
She had seen her sister's cock before, of course. But when one of them felt the urge to wear a cock, it was usually the angel, and the demon would find herself on the receiving end of a brutal, punishing ride – although familiar, the demon's cock was a comparative rarity.
Slightly longer and thicker than the creamy pole that Lariel sometimes took a fancy to having, Danika's dark cock reared up above her glistening balls, its shadow capable of casting a wide grey stripe over the angel's beautiful face on those occasions that she found herself looking up at her sister's womanhood from down on her knees. It throbbed and bounced in the air, blood surging through fat veins on its belly, and Lariel knew from experience that it was thick enough to make her jaw ache if she took it fully into her mouth. Where hers was a tower of ivory crowned with a pale pink dome, Danika's demonic rod was an intimidating slab of meat, its tip flared like a horse's and pointed like a blunt quill, an angry oxblood against the crimson of her flesh.
The last time Danika had seen fit to force feed her its whole length, lubricated by what felt like pints of the angel's sloppy saliva, she had nearly blacked out just from the sensation of her oesophagus being stretched to its limit. The only thing that had kept her awake was the orgasm caused by the thought that she was nothing more than a warm, wet hole for Danika to bury her shaft in, and then the sudden rush of air into her lungs when the demon ripped her length back out.
Lariel felt herself get wetter just from conjuring up that particular memory, and she was pulled back into the present by Jarri's pretty face appearing in front of her, a trail of wet kisses marking her travels from navel to nose. The demon's maiden looked up at Lariel with sultry eyes, her lips glistening softly with spit and smeared precum. The angel grabbed her by the neck, eliciting a moan from the maiden, and trailed her tongue over lips that only moments earlier had been servicing her sister's heavy balls, tasting the spicy flavour of the demon's pre. She pressed their mouths together, indulging in a moment of tongue jousting, and she fancied that she could taste her sister's balls in the other demon's mouth. An urgent tug of the demon's fingers sent Lariel's dress falling to the ground to pool around her feet like a white shadow, her snowy skin glowing in the soft light.
"Saw you looking there, sis," Danika purred, sidling over and leaning in behind her maiden. "Don't worry, I only let her spit-shine my balls. I saved my cock for your mouth."
"And what do you imagine I'll be doing with it?" the angel replied, pulling away from Jarri's hot mouth long enough to speak.
"Choking on it, most likely," Danika said matter-of-factly, and Lariel felt Jarri moan into her mouth, red fingers reaching up to pull her closer. The angel let out an inadvertent murmur of her own when she felt her sister's own fingers squeeze her firm asscheeks, sliding around to rest on the wicked curves of her hips, fingertips digging into the the thin softness coating the muscles of her stomach. She pressed further into the kiss, and arched her back to push her ass out, grinding slowly against Danika's cock. A thrill ran up her spine as she felt the demon's cock nestling between her cheeks, her thighs tingling whenever they touched the steadily cooling saliva that still coated Danika's balls.
Her knees buckled at the unexpected caress of Danika's slender fingers, one diving right in between her wet lips, one attacking her clit with fast, hard circles. For a moment, all she could think abut were the warm waves that spread through her body.
Exactly as Danika had intended.
Lariel didn't even register Jarri's fingers leaving her face to wander over the small of her back until the maiden pulled her hands down, pinning them against her sides as she shoved her tongue down the angel's throat. Lariel let herself indulge, and she didn't notice a different set of fingers slip around her wrists and bind them tightly with soft rope until the cords tightened and her shoulders were pulled sharply back.
The angel pulled away from Jarri's lips, and a guttural growl fought through the tremble of pleasure as Danika dug her finger deeper into her soft pussy. Try as she might, the bonds around her wrists held tight. She spun, indignant, her face a mask of anger and slowly fading arousal.
"When I get out of these–"
Her words were cut off by the pussy-slick fingers that whispered into her mouth, and despite her annoyance at being cut off mid-threat, Lariel couldn't help but suckle on the flavour of her own dripping slit.
"But you are in them, aren't you?" Danika teased, her voice playfully sweet. "And you will be until I let you out. Until then...you're all mine, little angel."
An open-handed smack to a firm asscheek made the angel yelp before she could come back with an acerbic reply.
"It's not all bad though," Danika said brightly, spinning and bending lewdly over her desk as she opened a drawer. "Something to go with the ropes."
She turned back with something silky and dark hanging loosely between her outstretched fingers, and Lariel arched an eyebrow.
"Crotchless panties?" she said, already imagining the kind of game her sister wanted to play.
"I thought you'd look good in them," Danika said primly, throwing them to Jarri who quickly snatched them out of the air and knelt to pull them up Lariel's smooth legs and arch the thin fabric along the curves of her hips. "The slit will be very useful, don't you think?"
She swatted at the angel's own slit to make her point, and Lariel gasped at the tiny jolt of pleasure, half a snarl passing over her lips at being rendered helpless by her sister.
"I think that's all for now, Jarri," the demon said, pressing herself up against the maiden to whisper hotly into her ear. "Go have a few drinks, on me."
She pecked Jarri's cheek, and the maiden spun around obligingly and left the office, a sway in her hips and a wry smile on her lips. Drinks were always on the house at Danika's place.
"You have my undivided attention now, sister," Danika said sardonically. "Just the two of us."
She reached behind the angel's head, playing with her golden braid. Then she wrapped the silken hair around Lariel's neck, once, twice, circling her pale throat, pulling it tight.
"That means you're all mine, and I'll do whatever I like to you."
"Yeah?" Lariel smirked, defiant despite her bound hands. "What makes you think I'll oblige you?"
"I have a feeling, sister mine," the demon smiled back knowingly, amethyst eyes glittering.
The angel had always been the more dominant of the two in bed – from the moment she had taken the demon's anal virginity, Lariel had become Danika's mistress most times that their clothes ended up on the floor.
But although Danika's carefree, jovial nature meant that she was the perfect sub, she also loved to get one over on the headstrong angel. Lariel dominated with vicious hair pulling, insults, and the brutal pace of her lovemaking – the demon preferred to tip the balance of power with impish taunts, rendering her sister helpless, reminding her on those rare occasions that no amount of aggressive lust is a match for well-tied knots.
She skipped over to her chair, hauling the angel along by her hair, and Lariel stumbled after her as the demon resettled into a lazy sprawl.
"Kneel, sister," she commanded.
Lariel only glowered at her, her pink lips twisted into something less than polite. The roots of her hair sang from their sudden use as a leash.
"No?" The demon chuckled, stroking her still-hard cock between spread legs. She wasn't expecting her sister to be amenable to her will without a little persuasion; that would be no fun at all. "Maybe this will help."
She reached under the desk and produced a black bottle with a faded, handwritten label, and a heavy-based tumbler of cut crystal. Setting the tumbler aside she wrapped her lips around the neck, looking up at Lariel with wide eyes like a schoolgirl caught giving head in a bathroom stall. Then she gave her sister a wide smile, teeth showing around the cork, and twisted her head to pull the stopper free with a satisfying pop. She spat it at Lariel, scoring a glancing hit on her thigh, and made a show of bringing the bottle to her nose, humming contentedly to herself at the strong, smoky aroma.
Lariel inadvertently licked her lips, the sight of her favourite whiskey making her instantly thirsty. The demon irreverently swigged from the bottle, her slender neck tight as she tilted her head back. She let a drop of amber liquid roll over her lips, licking it away with a flicker of her tongue.
"Kneel, and you can have some."
For a moment the angel looked as though she might refuse, her pride too great to allow Danika to manipulate her into what she knew was the beginning of a humiliating, bound facefucking.
But really, would she leave now?
Of course not.
Slowly, Lariel sank to her knees, folding her legs beneath her and settling back to squish her asscheeks against her heels. The curves of her sides were enough to make an hourglass envious, hips gracefully tapering up into a trim midriff below perky breasts just full enough to squeeze, their generous curves accentuated by her pulled-back shoulders.
Danika poured liquor into the tumbler, swirling it around before knocking it back in a single gulp. Then she refilled it, raising it to her lips again and pausing, peering at her sister over the rim of the glass.
"Oh...this one's for you, isn't it?"
Lariel looked as though she might spring onto the demon like a predatory beast, even with her hands bound behind her, but they both knew that she daren't do anything to shake the demon's grip, lest any of the delicious liquor spill onto the floor and her sister's ire be stirred. The demon lazily tilted the glass, letting a dribble of whiskey splash against her cock. Lariel narrowed her eyes, a flicker of annoyance sparking inside her. Danika arched an eyebrow, her lips parting slightly in an expression of expectation.
"Shouldn't you lick that all up before it runs onto the floor?"
Lariel's reply was soft, sharp, mildly offensive, but Danika giggled in any case.
"I may be a bitch, but I'm the bitch with your whiskey. Don't you want a taste?" She poured more, a miniature waterfall this time, and her throbbing shaft glistened with a sheen of liquor, cold rivulets running down to mingle with the saliva that slathered her balls.
Lariel lurched forwards, her tongue lapping at the base of her sister's cock to sup the smoky whiskey before it dripped onto the floor. The demon stroked her golden hair, ignoring the open-mouthed growl of protest.
"Good flavour profile?" she asked mockingly, lazily swigging again.
The angel slipped the tip of her sister's cock into her mouth, ringing the flared head with her pink lips, letting her cheeks hollow for a moment before pulling away with a wet pop.
"Tastes better than usual," she smirked, seizing the opportunity to get even a small edge over Danika.
The demon merely arched an eyebrow by way of reply, then quick as a boxer's jab she grabbed a fistful of wheaten hair and shoved her sister down onto her cock. Lariel sputtered as half of her sister's not inconsiderable length suddenly filled her mouth, poking at the back of her throat. She gagged hard, the sudden burn of whiskey-coated cock in her mouth taking her by surprise. The angel tried to pull away, no doubt to lay another barrage of curses upon her impish sister, but Danika kept her head firmly in place.
"Second opinion?" Danika said, wrenching her sister's head up.
Lariel spat a thick string at Danika's tip, but dove straight back onto her sister's cock, bobbing her head up and down with an eagerness the demon hadn't expected so soon. Forced onto her knees she might have been, but the angel would be damned if she wasn't going to give an incredible blowjob regardless. Her lips pillowed out every time she dragged them upwards, stretching lewdly from her face, and rolled over crimson flesh in a wet seal with every downwards push. She cradled the belly of her sister's cock with her pink tongue, hollowing her cheeks to caress the hellmeat with their insides.
"Oh, now that's it, sis," Danika groaned, tipping her head back in pleasure. "That's what I've been missing."
She would never admit it but the compliment warmed Lariel's chest, and she let herself indulge in showing off her head skills, her defiance momentarily put on coals. She closed her eyes to focus on the texture of her sister's cock – deliciously hard, ever-so-slightly springy beneath her soft lips, thick enough to leave a pleasing ache in her jaw. Long strokes of her tongue coaxed more moans from Danika, the flavour of musk and lingering whiskey washing around her mouth as she worked her sister's length.
With her hands pulled behind her back, the angel's breasts brushed against the insides of Danika's crimson thighs, gently rubbing against them as she bobbed up and down. Danika reached down to caress her face and Lariel almost let herself nuzzle affectionately into her sister's hand, only pulling herself back when she remembered why she was on her knees in the first place, her pride bubbling back to the fore. She opened her eyes to see the demon grinning down at her, smugness radiating like heat.
Lariel peeled her lips back in a silent snarl and pressed her teeth into Danika's meat. The demon only laughed, flicking her pretty nose with a stiff finger.
"Don't tell me that I have to muzzle you, sis. I'd hate to lose a hole already."
The angel snorted, but kept up her bobbing until Danika's tip poked at the back of her throat. They both felt it – Lariel's eyes flickered upwards, and Danika's dark lips curved into a wicked smile. She thrust her hips up a few times, making Lariel's head bounce on her cock as her tight throat refused to let the demon's shaft plumb its depths.
"Oh, don't be like that, sis," Danika whined. "Let me in!"
She pushed upwards almost imperceptibly, her flared tip slowly prying open her sister's gullet. Then Lariel's head slipped down, her defences giving in, and she gagged noisily as her throat was filled with thick meat. Full, pink lips stretched taut around the throbbing hell-meat, and she choked at the sudden invasion, spraying bubbly streaks of spit down the small portion of her sister's cock that was still unswallowed. Her cheeks bulged out as she struggled with the initial shock, then caved in as she began to suck on the demon's shaft, forcing her mouth down through sheer obstinacy.
Danika watched in delight at the angel's heroic effort to spear her own throat with her girthy opponent. She purred in pleasure, half from the pressure of her sister's throat around her tip, and half from the sight of Lariel's pretty face flushed pink, her lips glistening with saliva as she pressed another inch of cock into her gullet.
"What's the matter, sis? Can't fit it all in?" Danika teased, trailing her fingers over her dark nipples.
Lariel glared up at her, her brow furrowed, and grunted as she shoved her head down defiantly, taking in another inch of her sister's cock. Her eyes watered, cheeks riven with black lines as dark tears trickled down them with the effort of throating the demonic cockmeat. Her nostrils flared, struggling to draw in air through her cock-crammed throat.
This was what the demon had wanted: her sister denying herself breath to prove that even bound and unable to free herself from the ropes that joined her wrists, she would devour the demon's cock as though it had been her own idea all along. If she hadn't been wearing her cock, Danika would have been dripping wet from the thought.
Only an inch of Danika's cock remained unswallowed, its red flesh slick with drool. She giggled, knowing that her sister would willingly choke herself out in the effort to prove that she could take the whole length – the angel would rather pass out and wake up with her head still speared on the demon's crimson shaft than to pull away without having swallowed the whole length.
Danika dipped a finger into her tumbler, then rubbed it around her base, smearing smoky whiskey around the foundations of her crimson tower.
"Do you think I can get drunk like this?" she asked the angel. "At this rate I'll have none left by the time you get there."
It worked.
Lariel sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, and lunged down to make the final inch vanish into her mouth. Her lips met the base of Danika's cock, stretched into a soft pink ring, and a triumphant growl bubbled from the wet seal they formed around the demon's rock-hard shaft. Her throat was utterly full, the walls of her oesophagus packed with hard, pulsing cock. Her gag reflex kicked in hard, the muscles of her gullet massaging her sister's length, and tears beaded in her eyes as her throat was reduced to a warm cocksleeve.
"Well done!" Danika cooed, eliciting a strained growl from her sister as she petted her golden hair. "I thought for a minute you'd have to come up for air. But you're slutty enough that you don't need to, do you?"
Lariel tried to bare her teeth in a feeble attempt to convey a threat, but her lips were so stretched around her sister's base that she could barely roll them up. The demon laughed at her, pressing down hard on the back of her head to remind her exactly who was in charge. Lariel gagged again, and Danika groaned at the sensation of her whole length being squeezed.
Danika's asscheeks tightened as she pushed upwards, straining to shove her cock down the angel's throat as far as possible. The sound of her sister gagging and choking as she struggled to breathe around the hard, red meat was music to the demon's ears, ears that were flushed with delight at Lariel's muffled protests.
She grabbed her sister's golden braid and pulled the angel's head up a few inches, before pushing down and slamming Lariel's lips back around her base. She used the angel's woven hair as a handle, dragging her pink lips along her shaft, and letting a combination of gravity and a hard shove send her spongy dome thrusting back into Lariel's throat.
Loud choking sounds filled the air, overlaid by lewd wet squishes whenever the angel's lips were pressed against the puddle of saliva that surrounded the base of Danika's cock, and thick loops of drool formed bridges between her chin and the demon's heavy balls. Lariel's neck was tense, and not just from the cock stretching her throat out; she pushed back against her sister's grip whenever she shoved the angel's head down, giving at least the appearance of resistance.
"I've missed this, sister," Danika said huskily as she used the angel's head as a fucktoy. "I have a lot of fun with my maidens, but...you're just something else entirely."
Lariel's response consisted of choking and wet glurks, dredged up from the depths of her neck by the demon's flared tip. Tears fan freely down her face, her eyes fluttering and rolling back into her head as she was mercilessly choke-fucked. She teetered on the edge of passing out, every stroke along Danika's shaft a dice-roll as to whether her lungs would finally give out and send her plummeting into unconsciousness.
"Oh, don't tell me you're going to pass out now? We've only just started!" The demon pouted in mock annoyance. "It's alright, we can't all take cock as well as I can."
Lariel's eyes flashed, just as Danika knew they would, and she poked her tongue out at the affronted angel. Grabbing a fistful of hair she yanked her sister's head up with a drawn-out slurping sound and scooched back in her chair, bringing her face down to lock lips with Lariel in a warm, wet kiss, reaching down behind the angel to squeeze her perky asscheeks. A light slap made Lariel squeal into her sister's mouth, but a second, and then a third, saw her growl in appreciation. The demon chuckled, looking over the angel's shoulder at her rapidly-blushing rear.
"Mmm," Danika purred, squeezing the angel's reddened buttocks hard. "You're almost the same colour as me now!"
The angel pressed harder into the kiss and nipped at her dark lips, impatient to get Danika's cock back inside her, albeit with a different set of lips.
"Fine, then...we'll change it up a bit," the demon said, "but there's something else for you to wear first."
She reached under the chair and then behind her sister's head. Before Lariel could react, her vision still sparking from nearly being choke-fucked into unconsciousness, she felt her jaw being split by the unmistakable rigidity of a ring-gag, her sister's nimble fingers fastening it tightly around her neck before she could pull away in protest.
"Shhh," Danika soothed, stroking Lariel's golden hair as the angel wriggled against her new restraint. "My rules, remember? Come on, up on the desk!"
Lariel got to her feet as gracefully as she could and strutted over to the desk, swaying her hips to put on a show for Danika. The demon purred in appreciation and followed her, shoving Lariel onto her back. She trailed her long tongue up from Lariel's navel to her neck, planting tiny kisses along her collarbone and nibbling on a rosy nipple as the angel squirmed beneath her. Then she pressed down on Lariel's chest, her other hand parting the split in the crotchless panties. Lariel hissed in pleasure through her gag, content that she would now get her reward for moulding her throat around Danika's cock.
Danika murmured a quiet word, and a speck of red light appeared at the centre of the ring gag, bursting with a hiss to fill the empty space like a marbled circle. A flash of surprise registered across the angel's face; Danika giggled with unrestrained glee, and hilted her cock into the identical red portal that had appeared in between her sister's legs. The confusion plastered across Lariel's face suddenly changed to abject shock as her sister's cock emerged into her mouth from the gag-portal and plunged straight into her throat.
The shock of suddenly deepthroating the shaft that the angel had innocently anticipated being plunged into her pussy took her by surprise, and no sooner had her eyes widened at her visitor's unexpected return to her gullet than she gagged around her sister's cock, sucking in a desperate breath through her nose that swelled her chest to the accompaniment of Danika's mischievous giggles.
With her mouth forced open by the unrelenting gag and her throat now once again full of hard hell-meat, Lariel was unable to give voice to the curses and threats that would have poured from her lips if she had been able to move them. But with the enraged narrowing of her eyes and and the flaring of her nostrils as she choked on crimson meat, she managed to convey with a glare what she would in essence have said with words.
You fucking bitch.
Danika laughed and blew a mocking kiss down at the angel.
"You didn't think it would be that simple, did you?" she teased, pressing all the way in. Lariel made a wet choking sound by way of response, and the demon trailed her slender fingers over her neck, tapping them against the obscene outline of her cock. She giggled, spat on the lewd bulge, and started to slide her digits up and down the angel's pale flesh.
"Look, sis," she said with glee. "I'm jacking myself off in your throat."
Lariel only groaned, her neck reduced to a wet, warm sleeve for the demon to holster her cock in, and Danika began to pump her hips, crushing the air from the angel's lungs with each throat-blocking thrust. Glistening strings of saliva began to escape from around the gag, trickling over Lariel's chin to shine in the muted light, drawn up from deep inside her gullet by the unseen cock currently plumbing out her depths.
"Oh, fuck...this is too good!"
Danika pounded the angel as though she were truly inside her eager pussy, her balls slapping hard and fast against Lariel's winking asshole, and all the while she smiled her infuriating smile down at her sister. Lariel tried to growl, to warn her sister that she was playing a risky game by tricking her like this, but the unconventional throatfucking that she was currently receiving prevented her from making any coherent sounds.
Between the fleshy slaps of her balls against the angel's pucker, the muffled choking noises that passed as unintelligible threats from her sister, and the wet clicking of her cock as it pistoned in and out of Lariel's throat, the demon was surrounded by the sounds of her own personal heaven.
Below her, the angel was angry. It was impossible not to see the rage writ openly across her face – her brow furrowed, eyes flashing, her teeth bared around the gag. But while she was indeed annoyed at being tricked by her impish sister, they both knew that that wasn't all there was to it.
The angel loved being made helpless before the demon's whims.
Lariel was a natural dominant, her moods in bed capricious and fleeting, but almost always revolving around the desire to see her sister squirming in pleasure while she used the demon as a willing toy. Yet when the roles were reversed, and Lariel found herself tied up and at the whims of her sister, she loved it no less. Danika loved to submit, but Lariel loved to be made to submit. Her anger was genuine, that was true – but the anger was just a necessary part of the deal whenever the demon was in charge, the price paid before she let her dominance slip aside.
Besides, a quiet part of her knew that her sister loved to see her so enraged, and an even quieter part loved to be made so annoyed by her sister's impish tricks.
"You'd better stop squirming, sister," the demon said. "Or maybe I'll squeeze my balls into your mouth as well. Think you can fit them in there too?"
The angel stopped her wriggling, and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, you think they can? Let's find out!"
Lariel's eyes instantly widened, not expecting her sister to call that particular bluff, and Danika reached beneath her shaft to scoop her heavy balls up in her palm. She formed a ring around her sack with thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly to make the twin orbs bulge. A groan slipped from the gag when the angel felt them pressing against her asshole, a groan that was instantly transformed into a wet choke as the demon began to squish her balls into the portal.
The angel's cheeks bulged out lewdly to accommodate her new visitors, her mouth suddenly filled with her sister's already-slick sack. The demon purred in delight as she felt Lariel's tongue twitching against her sensitive orbs, crushed to the bottom of her mouth, and she slapped her sister's face to send dull waves of aching pleasure through her balls. Lariel flinched every time the demon's hand struck her cheek, her throat tightening reflexively around the cock that was currently clogging it.
"Who knew! They're a perfect fit."
Lariel only made a wet clicking sound, her expression piteous as she sucked in a desperate breath through her nose, her vision once more starting to fuzz with oxygen-deprived static. Danika lightly slapped her sister's clit and the angel spasmed, her throat clenching around the crimson shaft that filled it, and a muffled mewl slipped past the gag, a naïve moan of pleasure at the demon's cruel teasing that briefly cut through Lariel's wrath.
"Oh? You liked that?"
The angel looked up at her sister, hopeful, her eyes as rounded at the bulges of her cheeks. The demon smiled benevolently down at her, swatting the angel's needy clit again, closing her eyes to savour the delicious vibrations that coursed through her balls when Lariel tried to give voice to the brief flashes of pleasure. Her other hand reached down to the angel's cheeks, stroking them to massage her own balls through the thin wall of flesh, looking for all the world as though she were tenderly caressing her sister's cock-stuffed face out of affection.
Lariel's eyes fluttered as she struggled for breath, her throat involuntarily clenching and kneading Danika's cock. Her chest heaved, desperately trying to squeeze air past the thick shaft that blocked her throat, massaging the demon closer and closer to the edge. White sparks danced across her vision, flashing brightly with every slap that her sister deigned to gift her with.
"Mmm...that's it, little angel," the demon goaded, moving her fingers to tighten around Lariel's throat. "You'll make me cum if you carry on being this good! Do you want that? My creamy demon seed in your belly?"
Lariel groaned, her lungs burning, blue eyes rolled back in her skull like some sort of ahegao princess. Danika mirrored her, a low moan slipping from her lips as she felt the tingling in her cock exploding to its climax.
"Oh...oh! I'm cumming, little angel!"
Her dark ballsack started to twitch and contract in Lariel's mouth, her cock throbbing as she pumped thick spurts of cum straight into the angel's waiting belly, cum that in other circumstances would have been flooding Lariel's untouched womb. A sound like a dog's whimper, high and plaintive, found its way past the demon's pulsing shaft, a self-pitying sound born partly from the warmth of the slimy seed clogging Lariel's throat, and partly because of the cruel reminder that she had been swindled out of having her pussy thoroughly drenched. Every drop of her sister's demonic cream rightfully belonged in the angel's womb; they both knew it, and as she looked up at Danika's infuriating smile beaming down at her, she fought down the pleasure of taking her sister's load like a good whore. She glared at Danika, wriggling her shoulders to show her anger, fighting the urge to submit fully and moan lustily around the pulsing hellmeat.
But when Danika's fingers crept around her cock to part Lariel's slick pussy lips with a wet schlick, there was no hiding how aroused the angel was. Her whine returned, one of hopeful expectation this time, and Danika hummed at the combined pleasure of hearing her sister's desperation and feeling the vibrations of her throat.
"Here..." the demon purred, pulling her cock out from the portal to dribble the last few drops of her seed over Lariel's clit. "There's some for your pussy too."
Lariel looked up at her piteously, brows raised in something that bordered on supplication, a thick trickle of cum escaping from beneath the gag to run slowly over her alabaster cheek.
"Oh, don't be like that, sis! Do you think I'd really tease you that much and not give you any relief?"
Despite the breath-starved flush in her cheeks the angel still managed to cock a sarcastic eyebrow up at her sister.
"Well...maybe sometimes," the demon conceded with a smirk – once, she had left Lariel blindfolded and tied to a chair while she rode herself through a dozen climaxes on Jarri's face, pretending to ignore the angel's mewling protests as she came again and again on her maiden's mouth. She pulled aside the split panties, rubbing her spongy dome along Lariel's slit, smearing it with her seed. "But this time you'll get your O too, I promise. Remember how you laid into my ass last time?"
The angel's eyes narrowed, but not in anger this time – rather, in half-lidded sultry affirmation. Her lips lifted briefly from the gag in a passing semblance of a smirk.
"I thought I'd return the favour, since you did stretch me out so well," the demon said, her voice dripping in promise. "You only fucked my ass last time, so I figured I'd only fuck your ass this time. Only...you'll have to work a lot harder for it than I did."
Lariel's eyes were now back to angry, with a creeping suspicion drifting across their sparkling blue irises.
There was a flash, though, of delight at the thought of anal-only.
What kind of angel loves getting assfucked, anyway?
A fucking slutty angel, that's what.
Danika grabbed Lariel's shoulders and manhandled her so that she was now on her knees, face down on the desk. The demon took a moment to admire her sister's body, the flare of her hips, the way the dark panties bit ever so slightly into her soft flesh, the trickle of pearly white that ran down between her pussy lips. Danika's teeth flashed and she nipped the flesh of her sister's asscheek, making the angel yelp in surprise. She giggled at the neat imprints on her pale skin, then left the lingering sting of a slap on her sister's perky ass with a sharp spank.
The demon sank her fingers into the angel's firm, springy asscheeks, spreading her pale flesh apart and pressing her dark lips right up against Lariel's rosebud to ring it in a tight seal. Goosebumps prickled her flesh at the small whines and moans that trickled from the angel's mouth; she always felt a nubile delight at managing to make her sister openly and honestly acknowledge her pleasure, at getting the angel to cast herself adrift in her vulnerability and trust the demon to make her feel good.
Danika sucked gently, pulling at Lariel's hole, asking it to open up for her, feeling the silky panties brushing against her cheeks as she pressed her mouth against her sister's asshole. The tight ring of muscle stayed tense against her advances, despite the angel's audible sounds of pleasure, a small act of defiance in the face of her inevitable defeat.
With her hands bound tightly together, her face pressed into the desk, and her ass sticking up to arch her back into a wicked curve, Lariel was helpless and at her sister's mercy. But when she felt the demon's too-long tongue slither inside her pink rim, delving deeply, probing her bowels with its muscular length, a whimper of raw, honest pleasure slipped through the ring-gag. She heard a muffled chuckle from between her asscheeks, and she clenched her asshole reflexively, squeezing the warm invader currently spelunking in her guts.
But when her sister's tongue lashed around inside her bowels with no hint of restraint, Lariel's back arched and she moaned into the desk, a trickle of seed spilling onto its leather-clad surface from her open mouth. It felt as though Danika's tongue was trying to reach into her stomach, to lap at the warm load that she had only just sent gushing there.
Danika purred into her sister's bowels, painting a picture for Lariel with her slurps and muffled moans, her lips wet with saliva. For her part, the angel's hips wriggled and she pushed back, trying to get her sister's tongue even deeper. Danika giggled and slowly pulled back, planting a sloppy kiss on her sister's now-loosened hole.
"I think you're about ready," she said, lying down next to her sister on the desk, her cock rearing up forebodingly. She pecked a kiss onto Lariel's gag-stretched lips, and then patted her own legs. "Straddle me, little angel. I want to see that cute ass of yours."
Lariel clumsily pulled her legs up until she was squatting, and positioned herself over the demon's twitching cock, facing away as ordered. She felt the demon's hands glide over her hips, her asscheeks, her tensed thighs, and couldn't resist arching her back to give her sister the cock-hardening sight she loved.
"Oh, yeah..."
Strong crimson hands pulled her down until the tip of Danika's cock nestled between her asscheeks, an anticipatory shiver running through her at the touch of the throatslime and still-warm cum that coated her sister's shaft smearing against her smooth skin.
Lariel relaxed the tight muscles that ringed her asshole, feeling the flared tip of her sister's cock pressing against her rosebud. She couldn't help but wiggle her hips just a little to tease Danika; if the gag hadn't been forcing her lips wide open, they would have curved into a smile at the sound of the demon's low purr of appreciation. She lowered herself millimetre by millimetre, feeling the demonic shaft pressing hard against her rim, and then with one final push, she sank down onto it in a rush, instantly filling her ass as deeply as her sister's tongue had probed only moments before.
Both angel and demon groaned at the sensation of the thick, dark shaft suddenly spearing Lariel's tiny pink hole, and the angel froze as she was suddenly so full, giving herself a moment to adjust to it. Danika saw her sister's hands clench behind her back, her slender fingers at odds with the curved asscheeks above which they were bound. She grabbed the angel's hips with her own crimson digits, pulling her down until her cock was entirely buried in Lariel's tight tunnel, pushing her hips up as she strained to stuff her sister's hole.
"Shit, sis...you're so fucking tight!"
Lariel didn't say anything in response beyond a low groan, her mind awash with pleasure as Danika's fat cock pressed against every sensitive nerve in her asshole, prying her rim wide open and piercing deep into her bowels. For a moment she thought that she would collapse, her legs weak in the face of the first burst of anal bliss. But then she heard her sister's throaty chuckle, felt fingers trail along her tremoring thighs, and she forced herself to banish the trembling that threatened to make her fall back onto Danika's chest.
With a grunt, her rim tightening with effort, Lariel raised her ass halfway up her sister's cock, letting its glistening length slide from her guts, before settling back down with a crackling, wet squelch. And then again, and again, riding out a slow rhythm measured by the dull slaps of asscheeks against thighs and the moans of both sisters.
Hot, sharp pain blossomed across one pale asscheek, and Lariel's back arched as Danika spanked her alabaster flesh. She cried out through the gag, to be met only with Danika's deliciously dirty chuckles. The demon was thoroughly enjoying herself – her sister had no choice but to let herself be used as Danika's plaything, to ride her cock until her whims changed, to play her games for as long as she was bound.
"Is that as fast as you can go?"
Danika couldn't see her sister's face, but she imagined the scowl that accompanied the low growl, mildly threatening but utterly impotent. Even so, she felt the angel pick up her speed, her ass rising and falling faster and faster, stroking her throbbing length more rapidly with every passing moment until she rode Danika's shaft with a brutal pace, splitting the air with hard, fast slaps of buttocks against hips. Lariel's pale thighs burned, but every plunge into her guts gave her a fresh spurt of energy to lift herself up and slam herself back down again. She knew that the demon wanted her to tire – the last time she had admitted defeat, she woke up the next morning shackled to Danika's bed, her face glazed in a night's worth of seed, her mouth stuffed with her own sodden panties.
That was the deal they had – for all her usual dominance, if Lariel allowed herself to succumb entirely to her lust while under her sister's auspice, she would forfeit her right to be anything other than the demon's plaything.
Lariel was determined not to give in this time.
Danika let her sister work up a sweat on her shaft, her crimson face a mixture of delight and lust. The sight of the angel squatting over her shaft, slamming her ass down to send firm ripples over her reddened cheeks again and again in time with the demon's demands like some grateful, desperate slut, was all the gratification that she needed. She imagined how deep her cock was inside the angel's slender frame, how it gaped her tight hole, how it remoulded her insides to its infernal shape.
She brought her open hand down again onto Lariel's asscheek, and the angel squealed at the impact. Her pink rim clenched tightly around Danika's red meat, squeezing her throbbing shaft and eliciting a moan of pleasure from the demon. Strings of drool ran down her chin, dripping onto her pale stomach and flying into the air as she bounced up and down. Every time she came down her dripping slit kissed against Danika's cum-filled balls, sending tiny spasms of pleasure shooting through her pussy.
Lariel wanted to surrender entirely, to fall back into her sister's arms and grind her hips, telling Danika that she had won, but her pride was too great. She would only collapse if her legs gave out against her best efforts, and not a moment before.
As it happened, the demon beat her to it.
Danika grabbed Lariel's bound wrists, pulling the angel down as far as she could go. Lariel moaned, her insides coiling around Danika's cock, and the demon wrapped her arms around the angel's tense stomach and rolled them over, still pressing her shaft deep between her sister's cheeks. Lariel grunted in surprise, but the sound gave way to a muffled, lustful moan as her sister's weight pushed down on top of her, driving her crimson shaft into the deepest parts of her bowels.
"Enjoying that?" Danika asked playfully, nipping Lariel's ear with her teeth. A thrill ran up her spine the visceral sensation of her headstrong sister pinned beneath her, helpless, her springy asscheeks burning against her crotch. Her cock jumped in excitement, pressing against the tight walls of Lariel's anal tunnel, and she trailed her tongue along the angel's jawline. She felt Lariel's hands clench, white-knuckled fists pressed against her own tense stomach.
"What was it that you said last time when you were fisting me?" the demon asked absently, as though she didn't already know the answer. "That I was your bitch?"
She slid two fingers into Lariel's mouth, pressing back hard to make the angel gag on them, fucking her throat like a pussy. As she did, she slowly gyrated her hips, feeling Lariel's tight rim pinching her in response.
"I think you're definitely the bitch now, sis," she cooed, ignoring the rasping sounds of the angel's abused gag reflex protesting at yet more abuse. "And you love it, don't you?"
Danika pulled the angel's head up, forcing her to gaze into her own fuck-drunk eyes reflected back at her in the mirror across from the desk. She saw the mess that her face was, saliva and seed dripping from the ring-gag as she drooled uncontrollably, her features a mask of anger shot through with undeniable pleasure.
Fuck...that's hot.
It wasn't often that Lariel found herself looking like that, ruined and used, but there was no denying the arousal that bloomed between her legs at the sight. The demon never relented in her long, deep strokes, proneboning into the depths of Lariel's bowels, her own groans of pleasure willingly slipping into the air. She pressed herself against the angel's back, her breasts squishing against Lariel's collarbones, panting into her ear, whispering that her asshole was so warm and slick and tight, and how her sister was just her favourite little fucksleeve.
"Just submit, just submit..." Danika's whispered voice rolled into Lariel's ears, honeyed and heavy. "Just let go and let me make you feel good, sis..."
Lariel growled, clenching her hands into fists, and the demon went right back to her games.
Danika slipped out of the angel, leaving her sister's bowels suddenly empty and gaping. Lariel lay there, her pink rim slowly winking closed and the lingering ache spreading through her stomach, chest heaving against the warm wood. She snarled at the sudden jolt of pain that shot through her scalp as Danika grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to the edge of the desk, thrusting forwards to half-hilt in her mouth the cock that had only moments before been stirring circles in her guts.
"How does your asshole taste?" Danika asked, her eyes flashing with glee. Lariel only glared back up her, her lips stretched lewdly around her sister's shaft, her anger instantly flaring. She could taste herself, the bitterness of her own asshole crushed against her tongue, but she shoved her mouth further down the demon's cock as if to prove a point.
"Mmm, that's it, little angel! Choke on it!"
Danika wrapped her sister's braid around her throat, pulling it noose-tight as she indulged in a round of fast face-fucking, her balls slapping noisily against Lariel's chin. The angel's vision darkened, what little breath she could squeeze past the hard hell-meat constricted even further by the constriction of her own hair. Lariel saw stars dance across her sister's taut stomach as Danika fed her length into the angel's throat again and again, the acrid flavour of her guts pressed firmly onto her tongue.
A thin breath slid from Lariel's nostrils and her eyes fluttered, her lungs burning as she felt herself once more on the verge of passing out. She was already worn out, her insides sore and abused by the demon's monstrous cock, begging for rest. It wouldn't have been the first time – once, the demon had face-fucked her into unconsciousness and she had only woken up when Danika's dark balls had started twitching, injecting their load straight into her belly. She could feel herself slipping away again, drifting into a star-speckled darkness when Danika's cock was wrenched from her mouth and her cheek was splattered with fresh saliva from a meaty cock-slap.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me, sis," the demon said, tapping her throbbing cock against Lariel's flushed cheeks to paint her face with warm trails of throatslime.
Lariel was too dazed to respond, or to offer much resistance when her sister manhandled her onto her back and spread her legs apart, exposing her winking pucker. Danika saw a flash of her submission, the flicker of anticipation and begging that shot across the angel's face. But at the sight of her dark-lipped smirk the angel recovered, wrinkling her nose and growling past the gag in a small display of defiance.
Danika was half tempted to leave her on the desk and call for Jarri, make her sister tongue-dive into the lesser demon's guts, and then switch out the angel's pale asscheeks for her handmaiden's crimson ones. She giggled to herself at the thought – Lariel would be so fucking pissed off if she had to stare up at Jarri's wet slit while Danika drained her balls into the other demon's hot bowels, the anger on her face diluted by the fresh seed that would drip onto her.
But she wasn't feeling quite that cruel, not tonight.
Lariel narrowed her eyes, certain that her sister's mirth wasn't solely from the prospect of a fresh position of domination. But when she felt Danika's flared tip poking at her rosebud she couldn't help but relax, pushing her ring of muscle loose to let the familiar girth press inside.
Danika hooked one of her sister's pale legs over her shoulder, pressing deep into Lariel's tight hole, and reached down to grab one of the angel's asscheeks, squeezing the tensed flesh between her fingers. She ground her hips against her sister, stirring small circles inside her guts with her thick shaft. Using the angel's leg as a support, Danika rocked against Lariel as though she hadn't chosen to wear a cock for tonight's amusement, and instead were grinding her crimson pussy against her sister's pink clit. Lariel's perky cheeks hugged the demon's fat cock as it plunged relentlessly into her, slicking her ass-cleavage with the mixture of spit and cum.
The demon looked down at her sister with a smile, but for the first time that night it wasn't worn with mockery or impish amusement, but with open, honest affection.
"Oh...fuck, I love you, Lariel."
Something changed in the angel's eyes, her gaze just as intense but now with her anger put back to simmer, rather than the boil it had been.
I love you too.
Ah...there it is.
The angel looked up at her sister, any pretence of struggle or resistance melting away at the demon's words, letting herself indulge in her own submission with passive glares and growls. A sort of calm overcame the sisters as they found a rhythm, the demon's cock plunging in and out of the angel's pink rim, stretching it wide as it hugged the crimson hellmeat. Less bound by their roles of dominant and submissive they became tender lovers, wrapped up in the desire to simply make each other feel good. Lariel took her anal ramming with groans and small thrusts of her hips, and although it was impossible for anything more complex than a moan to slip past the ring-gag, she still managed to communicate her desires with eyes that were smoked with lust.
More.
"You want more?" the demon asked, the pitch of her voice quirking up in delight.
Lariel's head was bobbing anyway from her pounding, but her chin jerked upwards a few times in unmistakable affirmation.
"More...of everything?"
Another chin-jerk, this time with a savage glow in the angel's eyes. Danika's heart fluttered, both sisters knowing that only one thing could be meant by everything.
A sharp report split the air as Danika slapped the angel, hard, sending a string of spit flying from her mouth as her head snapped around, giving her the pain that she craved. Lariel came back with flashing eyes, electrified and oh so aroused, and the demon hit her again, the sharp report bouncing from the walls of her office.
She reached up, this time not to slap but to stroke her sister's reddening flesh, her affection for the angel evident despite her complete control. The angel's eyes softened for a moment, her grunts of pleasure less harsh. Then the moment of sisterly compassion was broken by the long string of drool that Danika let hang from her own dark lips, pendulously falling until she scored a direct hit in the middle of the ring-gag, her silvered saliva pooling over Lariel's tongue even as she pulled away with a wicked smile. The angel lapped it up, gratefully swallowing the drool that only minutes earlier she would have growled in protest at.
Danika blew a kiss at her, reaching behind the angel's head to grab a fistful of hair and pull her sister's gaze downwards, and Lariel's blue eyes widened at the sight of the demon's thick shaft vanishing between her legs. Even without the ring-gag her lips would have parted in open-mouthed awe. Prodded from the inside by her sister's huge meat, a tiny bulge appeared and vanished like clockwork on her smooth belly, a visible reminder that nine inches of demon-cock were coring out her tight asshole – as if she needed a reminder of the beast that was making her guts its new home.
Danika grinned delightedly, in love with the angel's expression of wonder and pleasure. The angel's eyes were fixed on the bulge as it grew and fell, mesmerised by the power of her sister's cock to literally reshape her body for its amusement. A string of slime fell over the angel's lower lip, trailing down between the valley of her breasts in a glistening river, coming to rest in the short fuzz of juice-matted blonde above her pussy. She followed its progress in lewd fascination, hypnotised by the light catching on her dredged-up saliva whenever it rode the crest of her belly bulge.
The demon took advantage of her sister's distraction to slip her fingers into the angel's mouth, stroking them over her tongue to slick them until they glistened. Lariel's lips instinctively tried to close around them, stretching for a moment over the gag before she remembered that it was there, and the demon whispered a quiet word. The red portal flared into existence again and Lariel jumped in surprise, only to moan when she felt her sister's fingers suddenly caressing her slick pussy lips.
"Not so bad this time, right?"
The angel didn't need to reply with anything more than the lust in her moans and the love in her gaze, straining to press her clit up against the demon's slender digits. She rolled her hips, helping the demon to trace hard circles around the sensitive nerves, her ass squeezing without even thinking.
Mewling like a whore in heat, there was no doubt that the angel had surrendered. How could she be angry any more with her sister's loving fingers stroking her clit, promising her release? Lariel let herself be overcome, falling into the sensation of being filled by her sister's gut-gaping cock, submitting before the crimson-skinned demon.
Danika leaned down to press her forehead against her sister's, her face lit up by the glowing portal as they stared into each other's eyes, the space between them smouldering with lust, the air around them saturated with the scent of sex.
"Cum for me," the demon whispered. "Cum for me with my big cock in your ass!"
Lariel whimpered, her whole body tense, her breaths short and rapid as she felt her climax build. The demon knew all of her sister's tells and when she saw fresh, hot tears welling up in the angel's eyes she knew that it was close.
"Cum for me, little angel-slut," she murmured, not once slowing her stomach-bulging plunges into Lariel's bowels. That final command, spoken in a mix of love and authority, was all it took.
The angel fell silent, even her panting devoid of sound as she strained to the peak. Then she began to quake, her eyelids fluttering and the tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, and a low, raw moan escaped from the gag as she began to cum. Her orgasm came in slow, body-aching throbs, in time with the rhythmic pounding of her sister's cock. It built up inside her bowels every moment her ass was left empty, and every gut-stuffing thrust back in sent waves of ecstasy rolling through her, pushed even further by her sister's whispered commands to cum for her, to surrender, to let her hellmeat spear the angel's hole in orgasmic bliss.
She moaned wordlessly, brokenly, as the demon kept on whispering with the angel's ragged breath warming her face, the hand that wasn't clit-diving through her mouth tenderly holding Lariel's jaw. Her pride was cast adrift on her climax, her body carried along by a long, quaking assgasm. When she slowly came down her eyes rolled open again, her chest heaving and her rim spasming around her sister's relentless meat.
Danika leaned down to kiss the angel's forehead, her cock pressing deep into Lariel's bowels. In the slowly fading afterglow it was painful, but for Lariel it was the best kind of pain, the aching memory of mind-bending anal sex.
"I promised you'd get your O too," Danika whispered. The demon pressed her mouth against Lariel's and the angel moaned into the wet, one-sided kiss, her tongue flickering against Danika's dark lips. Sore and abused, Lariel's ass still clenched tightly around Danika, and half a dozen thrusts later the demon felt her own orgasm building.
"Fuck...that's done it for me," she murmured, her breath hot in Lariel's mouth.
She pushed away and her cock slipped from her sister's asshole, the angel's pink rim slowly winking closed as it took a few seconds to become aware of the fact that it was no longer being stretched wide by throbbing crimson meat. Lariel groaned as her bowels were suddenly entirely empty, the lingering pain of their defilement radiating through her. Danika didn't give her long to lie in the dull ache – grabbing a handful of golden locks, she dragged the angel across the desk and shoved her to the floor, her other hand stroking long shotgun-pumps along her slick shaft.
Lariel stumbled to her knees, glaring up at Danika as the demon wrenched her head back, forcing her to look up at that dark-lipped, infuriating smile, mocking her like a mischievous crescent moon. Even after letting herself slide into glassy-eyed bliss, the anger returned in an instant – but Lariel would be lying to herself if she tried even to deny that she would love her impending facial more than anything else. Her lips pulled away from the ring-gag, challenging her sister to do the inevitable.
"I'm gonna make you...oh fuck...so beautiful!"
Lariel's tongue curled out from the wet O of her mouth.
Fucking glaze me.
"Oh...nnngh, fuck yes!"
Danika's hips bucked, and she started to unload on her sister's face.
"Yeah...that's it..." The demon grinned down at her sister as thick ropes of cum shot from her throbbing cock, painting the angel's face in stripes of gooey cream. Lariel's brows furrowed at her sister's mocking words, only to have her delicately curved eyebrows striped with cum, trickling down over her eyes and sticking in her lashes.
Each jerk of Danika's cock sent a burning rope of humiliation spattering over Lariel's beautiful face, a gooey reminder that the demon had made Lariel her bitch. Danika groaned as she shot her load, striping Lariel's brows, nose, and cheeks with her thick seed, the hand that wasn't milking her shaft firmly gripping her sister's golden locks and twisting her elegant neck back so that there was no way that her syrupy blasts could miss their target. Lariel's face was a canvas, and she was making a masterpiece.
The angel groaned as she was painted with Danika's sticky payload, each treacly line another insult to her submission. She pulled against the iron grip that the demon had on her hair, and simultaneously hoped that her sister wouldn't let her, the ache in her scalp barely felt beneath the heat that covered and coloured her face. For all her conflicting struggles, her face was still daubed with the unmistakably viscous coating of cum. Lariel's high cheekbones glistened under a layer of demonic seed, the rosy pink of her stretched-wide lips hidden beneath pearlescent white, her eyes rolling madly below the thick strings of cum formed above her fluttering lashes, completing her submission to her gleeful sister.
Danika looked down at her sister as the emotions ran one after the other across the angel's glazed face, knowing that she would be caught and torn between their conflicting natures: desire, rapture, something that passed for shame, and finally, the ever-present anger. But she also knew that when her cock had finished spewing its pearly ropes across Lariel's face, the angel would be if nothing else satisfied.
Of course she was right. Lariel fucking loved it.
"Oh, you look gorgeous! Such a good slut!" the demon drawled, slowly stroking out the last drops of her seed to drip onto Lariel's wheaten locks. Her face glazed, her chest heaving even as ropes of cum dripped from her chin onto her firm breasts, her cleavage a valley now home to a sluggish, pearly river, the angel was absolutely, undeniably a mess. "Covered in white, like an angel should be."
Danika giggled, trailing a finger over Lariel's forehead to scoop up a thick dollop of cream. Then she slid her finger into the gap of the ring-gag, stroking it over the angel's already-coated tongue. Lariel tried her best to glower up at her sister, but the effect was somewhat marred by the strings of demonic seed that sprawled across her face. Danika chuckled and dragged her finger across her own dark lips, her too-long tongue slithering out to lick up the smear of cum daubed across her mouth. She hummed at the hot, spicy flavour, making a show of swallowing deeply and wrapping her lips around the slick digit as she pulled it from her mouth.
"Fuck, I'm delicious."
Silence stretched on for a moment, the warm room suddenly flushed with the scent of sex and the lingering echoes of lusty moans.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" the demon exclaimed, spinning around as though she had almost left home without taking the keys. Her still-rigid cock slapped around, sending a final droplet of cream spinning onto the floor. Lariel wondered how much of the carpet beneath her chafed knees had seen the moisture of her sister's seed.
Danika grabbed the bottle of whiskey from where it had lain forgotten by her desk and tilted it over the forced-open O of her sister's mouth, letting a careful trickle of liquor spill over the angel's cum-coated tongue. Lariel swallowed the fiery liquid gratefully, letting the burn seep through her abused throat, the harsh alcohol cutting through the unmistakably cloying flavour of semen.
Then Danika splashed her cock with the amber spirit and shoved it into her sister's mouth as a chaser.
The angel spluttered and coughed, her gag reflex kicking in as once again her throat was entirely filled with demonic cock.
"Surprise!"
Danika cackled with glee as the angel choked, then pulled her cock out and bent over to lash her tongue over Lariel's cum-striped lips, her own flavour this time mixed with the smokey liquor.
"Couldn't resist," she whispered, reaching behind the angel's back to unbind her wrists, and then behind her head to unbuckle the gag.
When the ring slipped from her mouth, trailing strings of spit and seed, the angel flexed her jaw, rolling her joints to sooth the ache that pierced them. She locked eyes with her sister, a fire burning inside her that shone through even the coating of demonic cream that covered her face and the humiliation that flushed her cheeks. For a moment, she looked like she'd spring at Danika, bear her down to the floor, and tear at her with nails and teeth.
But would she, really?
Of course not.
She straightened and stood, trying without thinking to maintain some semblance of angelic dignity, a feat difficult to pull off with a face frosted with fresh demon cream. The mixture of spit and sperm that matted her pubic hair finally fell victim to gravity, and a thick string stretched down between her legs before snapping onto the carpet. Dark lips curved wickedly as Danika smiled, and Lariel inelegantly yanked the bewitched panties off to scrub at her stomach with them. Her attempt to clean herself did little more than smear her sister's cum across her pale stomach, and she slipped her dress back over her head, the fabric instantly sticking to her slimy body.
"I'm taking these," Lariel announced, holding the panties between two fingers.
"Mmm, please do," the demon purred, stretching her legs out across her desk. "But only if you carry them out in your mouth."
A warm shiver rippled through Lariel at her sister's words. She met Danika's lazy glance, her own eyes burning but willing, and slowly lifted the panties to her mouth, cum-strung lips stickily opening to accept them.
She knew without asking that she couldn't wipe a single drop from her glazed face – there was nothing to stop her, yet she knew that she would walk down those stairs and through the crowded bar with the sticky remnants of Danika's climax dripping from her face and gluing the sheer fabric of her dress to her breasts. Every breath would be saturated with the scent of demonic seed, her chin thrust proudly out even as it glistened with spit and cream, her tongue rasping against the juice-sodden panties, one drenched loop of black silk spilling from her lips.
It was the last part of Danika's mischief, the cumwalk that would cement Lariel's submission in front of dozens of pairs of bemused, aroused eyes, even as a fresh wave of heat bloomed between her pale thighs. The demon nonchalantly swigged whiskey as Lariel's nipples stiffened beneath her dress, her chest rising and falling in time with her half-panting breaths. Lariel strutted over, grabbing the bottle out of her hand, and brought her face right up to her sister's.
"And I'm taking this too," she said archly, pressing her mouth against the demon's in a final sloppy, cum-glazed kiss.
"You've earned it, little angel-slut," Danika stickily murmured when her sister pulled away, a long string of cream bridging the distance between them before splattering wetly against her stockinged thigh. "Don't be a stranger, now."
Lariel pulled from the bottle and stalked over to the door, her breath catching excitedly in her throat.
Time to give the rest of them a show, she thought to herself as she stepped out of her sister's office, the electrified flush in her cheeks hidden by thick, dripping cream.
It had definitely been worth the walk up the stairs.