Page 8 of Lake of Sin

I screamed. Every thrust made me a ragged puppet. All resistance fell away, and the hands I had been using to weakly press against the demon’s grip relaxed and slipped limp by my sides.

The only sound was that of slapping skin as its finger crashed into me over and over. I could have cum if it had let me; I felt my prostate throbbing, and my engorged cock was leaking fluid everywhere, droplets spraying with every rough thrust.

But it had told me I couldn’t. It had specifically told me not to cum, and if my frustration gave Marchosias pleasure, so bet it—because it gave me pleasure, too. I wanted to be pushed to the edge. I wanted my pleasure held above my head like a reward, not a presumption.

It pulled its finger free, and I crumpled forward with a ragged moan. Saliva fell from my open mouth, and I felt my hole pucker around nothing. Marchosias draped me back over its thigh so I was once against lying down with my back arched. Then, it pressed both its thumbs against my whole. The rest of its hands were pulling me open, making me gape, and like that, it pushed in and pulled both fingers to the side in a stretch.

“Oh,fu—” I was gasping, breathing hard. I rocked back and grunted at the sharp pain, and then I was being lifted again. Marchosias was holding me by my ass, thumbs still spreading me wide. I was in a widespread split, upper half dangling, and blood rushed to my head as I slumped forward in the air. Sweat dripped off me, coming to form droplets at the tips of my hair, which fell over my eyes.

“What are you d-doing? Wh?—”

Marchosias responded only with a low moan. I felt its hot breath curling from its throat and over my ass, my balls, my cock. Then, Marchosias’ tongue pressed inside.

I cried out, not from pain but from thewarmthand thewetness. The tongue was wide as it lapped up into my insides,turning firm with sudden focus. It fucked forward with intention and then turned wide and soft a moment later.

It ate me with determination. Sometimes Marchosias would slip out and lick up my balls and my cock. Seemingly happy with every desperate buck and thrust, Marchosias did this for minutes until I was insane with want. I reached down between my legs to tug at my swollen cock, but Marchosias pulled its tongue free and hissed at me.

“I’m—I’m sorry—” I gasped, releasing my member. “I won’t cum.”

It was a promise I wouldn’t be able to keep. My body felt electrified, every part hard and poised and ready for release.

Then it flipped me around and?—

Took my cock in its mouth

This sensation shocked me. The pleasure was unfocused, not one of those touches where every nerve felt overstimulated, but one where an even bliss throbbed over my body. I couldn’t help it. I rolled my hips forward, hands pressed to Marchosias’ nose. I had to close my eyes to keep from meeting its large, wide eye, but when it slipped two fingers into my ass and fucked me hard, I snapped them open in shock.

I met the demon’s thrilled expression with my brows crushing together and my mouth open for a stream of moans.

“No—no, I’ll?—”

Marchosias shoved my cock from its lips. The wet, pulsing member flopped against its lips. “Tell me you are slut. Tell me you’re worthless, that you’re beneath me. That I was right; that Samael and the rest of us were right. All humans are like you. Do this, and you can cum.”

“Yes. Yes,” I gasped, grinding my hips against nothing but the skin of its lips. It didn’t wait for me to prove what I would do and let me slip back inside. I moaned. Pleasure was making me dizzy, but the promise of orgasm focused my mind.

“I’m a whore,” I announced in a whisper. Then Marchosias added its tongue, licking up and down furiously, and I cried out, “I’m awhore!”

I melted into its mouth. Wetness escaped its lips, saliva coating my whole groin, my lower stomach, my inner thighs. Marchosias moaned with me, eyes eager.

“I’m a slut. I’m such a slut. I’m nothing; I was made for this. I was meant to be used over and over. You were right. I’m not made for anything more than this; all humans are worthless pieces of meat. All of us are beneath you. Oh, Lord, Ican’t?—”

I broke off into a rough moan, head thrown back and body limp. Pressure was gathering behind my belly. I rocked forward, head rolling down as I snapped my hips forward, again and again into Marchosias’ wet mouth.

“Yes,yes, yes.” My hips slapped against its wet lips. “I’m a slut. I’m such a slut, I’m such a slut, I’m?—”

Orgasm tore through me. I threw my head back in a silent scream. Marchosias didn’t stop, sucking and licking and rocking my body back onto its fingers again and again, and finally, I had to cry out from the feeling. It was too much. Everything was too much. I slumped forward against its nose, dripping and slick and panting.

“I can’t,” I whimpered. “It’s too m—much--!”

Marchosias tore its fingers out of me—I yelled—and placed me on my back, draped over its thigh. I panted, my deflating cock leaking over my thigh and onto Marchosias. I lay there for so long I might have fallen asleep. The pleasure had exhausted me.

Marchosias ran a single wide finger down my body. I shivered and opened my arms.

It looked down at me with a soft smile. “There is no heaven neither you nor I are getting into. But at the very least, I can be certain I made the right decision all those millennia ago.”

I said nothing, though I possessed the urge to be witty. I did not wish to move; I could see myself being tempted by Marchosias into staying.

“I must find Asmodeus,” I said, rolling over and pushing up, though my arms shook.

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