453: In a Demon’s Clutches (18++)
“Hnnnnn~!” Olivia’s pleasureful moans gave way to vexation. Rather than moaning from the pleasure, Olivia became increasingly frustrated with her fingers for failing to imitate what could not be imitated.
“Finally, you see it,” Merillia said. “Just how inadequate it all is. Husbands, wives, cocks, tongues, even your fingers that are supposed to know you best—they all pale in comparison to giving yourself to a true Demon!”
“Olivia! Snap out of it!” Beatrice called to her friend. “Remember your mission! Remember your sister!”
“Si-ster?” Olivia’s eyes refocused, if only for a moment, and her fingers stopped moving.
“That’s right!” Beatrice tried to break through while thinking “Fuck, fuck, fuck! What was the damn girl’s name!? OH—”, “Remember Emily!”
“Emily…” Olivia uttered and let her fingers slip out of her pussy.
“Of you could remember this instead,” the Queen said, and something rustled under the sleeve of the arm that controlled Oliva’s levitation. A translucent thing moved swiftly, thrusting straight for Olivia’s pussy.
“HYUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” Olivia screamed and arch her back as her abdomen bulged from the force and depth of the translucent invader that spread her pussy lips apart and provided a view into Olivia’s pussy.
A momentary pause lasted just long enough for Olivia’s brain to begin to grasp what happened before the thrusts resumed with the speed and depth unmatched by humans. In and out, in and out, in and out, Olivia’s pussy and womb were smashed relentlessly.
“AAAHN!! OOOAAAAHHH!” Olivia thrashed in the air, clawing at her own body while in the grip of an invisible entity that held her around her ribs, just below her breasts. A pounding that would quickly become unbearable for a regular woman, quickly drove Olivia to the best orgasm since she awoke.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” Olivia moaned in ecstasy, remembering what true sex was supposed to feel like. What true orgasms were felt like. She embraced the maddening mix of pain and pleasure that she long with a smile on her face, knowing that the best was yet to come.
“STOP IT!!” Beatrice screamed at Merillia while desperately trying to break free from an invisible, crushing grip. “Let her go!!”
“Why?” Merillia asked with a tinge of annoyance. “Because you said so? Even though I gave this girl exactly what she wanted? Look at how happy she is! She finally reconnected with the true bliss that every woman has a right to experience! I ask you again: why would you deprive her of that? Of something that she can no longer live without. Something that you clearly are incapable of providing! Oh! Of course! Fufufu, jealous, are we?”
“Go to hell, demon worshipper! You’re just taking advantage of a vulnerable girl! Lording your demonic powers over others to toy with them under the threat of death! As if a monster like you would give a damn about what others want or need!”
“Hmm? And what is it that you want, ‘Savior’?” Merillia asked and stepped closer to Beatrice while leaving Olivia behind her.
“To beat you senseless!” Beatrice replied.
“Ha, that’s it, isn’t it?” Merillia grinned. “‘Hero That Was Promised’! Yet of everything I heard about you it’s either of who you want to fuck, who you have fucked, or the bodies that you left in your wake! I have been called a demon, yet to me, you are the true demon in every meaning of the word.”
Merillia said all this to the music of Olivia’s moans. For despite turning away from the ninja girl, the translucent powers that had sex with Olivia only further increased their fervor. Several more things appeared from beneath Merillia’s sleeve and paid attention to every inch of Olivia’s feverish body.
“I don’t toy with the lives of others for my amusement,” Beatrice said.
“A rather weak denial when you do not even bother to challenge the information I have about you,” Marilia chuckled. “So be it! You think of me a monster, and you are the same in my eyes. A duel then! A duel between so-called demons. If you win, I let you all go and forgive you for trying to kill my children, deal?”
As if you have any intention of letting us leave! Beatrice thought as she looked into the queen’s eyes. They were that of a cat that decided to play with a mouse before devouring it.
“Deal.”