Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - The Demoness Appears
"Hmm…I will have business to take care of so, unfortunately, our little meeting will need to come to an end for the moment."
Sypha stopped snorting and blowing cum away from her nose and looked up at Mordall.
"Yes, I'm sure that the death of Dracula will have caused quite the stir in the underworld." He continued, letting out a sigh. "No doubt there are many concerned parties making a ruckus. That probably means I'll end up getting dragged to some council to discuss the whole mess. I really do hate those councils, you know."
"I thought you said demon lords can't be in the same dimension." Sypha said, sniffing her nose clear once more.
"Did I?" he replied. "No, I'm fairly certain I said that sharing the same plane can cause rifts in the fabric of the world. This does not mean that we can't inhabit the same dimension. We simply can not inhabit it for long together. Of course, with the span of our lifetimes, I am sure that a short amount of time to me would be substantially longer to you humans. The point being that those bastards love to call their meetings every century or so or when something of importance occurs. It is entirely pointless. Why have you this sudden interest in our kind?"
"Well, I have never met a demon lord. The more information I have, the easier it will be to kill you when the time comes."
Mordall paused for a second and then threw his head back, laughter booming from his mouth and echoing throughout the large hall. The sound bounced off the marble columns and walls, ricocheting to and fro, landing back on Sypha's ears.
"Oh, I do love the human sense of humor." He chuckled, finally calming himself. "It's been far too long since I have been to the mortal plane. Well, I hate to put a damper on your fighting spirit, girl, but killing me will be impossible for you or any other human for that matter. Or vampire. You could live a hundred lifetimes and you still would not approach my level of power. This is simply the nature of things. The difference between our kinds. You could no more harm me than a chicken might harm you. Still, keep that up. It will amuse me so much more to break you."
Raising his hand, Mordall snapped his fingers. The sound clacked loud and piercing in the space, clearly suffused with magic. A moment later, a rectangle of pure darkness materialized next to his throne and a woman stepped through.
Sypha's breath caught in her chest as she beheld her. She was without a doubt the most beautiful creature that Sypha had laid her eyes upon. Her figure was slender and curvaceous, clad in a skintight black dress that accentuated her form. Clear, flawless, pale skin graced her equally flawless face. Her hair was immaculate, long, straight, and as pitch black as ink. The color of her eyes matched that of her hair, other than the softly glowing, white pupils in the center. She was truly a gorgeous being, the likes of which Sypha could only try to picture in her imagination. She knew instantly that this woman was not human. Other than her pristine beauty and jet-black eyes that gave it away, her ears were slightly pointed and, when she smiled, Sypha could see a set of fangs on the top and bottom rows of her teeth, similar to those that Mordall had.
"W…what are you?" Sypha gasped, enamored with the mystery woman's presence.
"This is Jezebel." Mordall answered. "She is one of the demons living here in my domain. Seems you are quite taken with her, Sypha."
Sypha swallowed and pinched her bare thigh to clear her thoughts before responding.
"I did not know that there were female demons." She responded.
"Well, certainly. Not all of us are half breeds like the ones Dracula brought down against Wallachia. Those of us demons that are pure bloods are born from female demons. True, they are quite rare, but so are pure blooded demons overall. You did not think we only reproduced using humans, did you?"
Sypha had actually always thought that but she kept quiet on revealing her ignorance in the matter.
"Are you a demon lord as well?" Sypha asked Jezebel.
"No, I am not." Jezebel replied, her fangs exposing themselves again as her mouth curled into a dazzling smile. "Given a couple millenia, it is possible, but I am quite young compared to the elders of our race. Most demons live for four or five thousand years before they achieve that rank. Lord Mordall was a rare exception, accomplishing it in only one thousand."
"Yes, the other lords were not so happy to have a young pup like myself sitting at their councils." Mordall laughed. "That takes me back. Regardless, Jezebel, I'm sure you already know, but Dracula has been killed."
"Indeed." She nodded. "By his own son, no less. And a human hunter."
"I need to leave for the underworld." He continued. "You are in charge of my new pet. Get her clean and find her a room."
"Yes, my lord."
"Good." He said. "Before I go, a parting gift for you, Sypha."
Extending his hand towards her, Mordall pointed skyward with his index finger and traced out a circle in the air. As soon as he reached the point from which he had started, Sypha felt a tingle around her neck and then a weight was felt there. Reaching up to touch her fingers to her throat, Sypha realized that there was now a collar made from some kind of metal around her neck.
"There, that looks lovely on her, doesn't it, Jezebel?"
"Very."
"That collar will keep you from using any of your troublesome magic." Mordall explained. "I can't have you causing any problems while I'm away, now can I? Well, I'll leave this to you then, Jezebel. Goodbye for now, Sypha."
With another snap of his fingers, Mordall vanished into thin air, leaving the two of them there in his throne room. Jezebel stepped forward, her boots clacking on the floor, and bent forward slightly to examine Sypha, who was still on her knees and coated in demon cum.
"Wow, he did quite the number on you, girl." Jezebel giggled, observing the mess. "Sypha, was it?"
She extended a graceful finger towards Sypha and wiped a bit of semen from her cheek before placing the finger back in her own mouth and licking it clean.
"Mmm, I never tire of the taste of male potency." She purred. "Demon or human, it always makes me tingle inside. Come, let us go get you cleaned off. It would be a shame to have that exquisite body of yours hidden beneath a layer of jizz."
Standing back up straight, she extended a hand down to Sypha. Sypha hesitated, not wanting to take hold of it. However, she did want to wash herself and the prospect of a bath right now won her over. Jezebel helped her to her feet and then turned and strode off, beckoning over her shoulder for Sypha to follow.
Sypha trailed behind the demoness as she brought her out of the throne room and down an adjacent hallway. She tried to keep her head up, looking around at her surroundings, but she found her sight constantly drawn to the voluptuous rear of the beauty in front. Each step that she took made her wide hips swing from side to side in an alluring manner that grabbed hold of Sypha's gaze and compelled her to stare. It wasn't until they passed through another threshold and she realized that they were outside that she finally broke her eyes away. To her shame and horror, she found that Jezebel was looking back over her shoulder and grinning at her, clearly having been wholly aware of where Sypha's attention had been directed.
Fuming, Sypha forced herself to look around. They had arrived in some sort of garden just outside the castle. Lush plants, of which Sypha had never seen nor heard of before, were growing all over. More of the stark white trees were planted sporadically around as well. There was not much natural light, given the seemingly perpetual state of night that this world maintained, but there was plenty of light coming from the purple flame torches that were spread out around the garden.
"This way." Jezebel called, breaking Sypha's attention away from the strange, glowing flowers she had been staring at.
She followed Jezebel into the center of the garden where there was a large, marble pavilion. Beneath it was an elaborate basin filled with crystal clear water. Sypha found herself staring once again. It was the kind of bath she would expect to find in a king's palace, that was for sure. All the fixtures and columns were delicately carved and without any flaws.
"Don't be shy." Jezebel laughed. "Go on in."
Padding over to the steps in her bare feet, Sypha dipped a nervous toe into the water. To her surprise, the water was pleasantly warm. The entire bath must have been enchanted to maintain a certain temperature. Encouraged by the soothing feeling of the liquid on her tired foot, Sypha carefully stepped down the stairs and fully into the tub. She could already feel the sticky slime falling off her midsection however, it seemed to disappear as soon as it did, leaving the water still as clear as ever. Figuring that the water must have been enchanted to also remain clean without maintenance, Sypha lowered herself down up to her shoulders and began to wipe her body off with her hands, removing the thick layer of cum.
"Here."
Sypha jumped, startled by the sound of Jezebel's voice directly behind her. Whirling around, she found herself face to face with the now also naked demon that had joined her in the pool. Her pale white skin was immaculate as was the rest of her body that had been hiding beneath the dress and Sypha found herself staring for a couple seconds at her perfect and shapely breasts before dragging herself back to her senses.
Jezebel extended a bar of what looked to be soap of some kind and Sypha gratefully accepted it. Its scent was something that she couldn't identify, probably plants that were foreign to her world, but it smelled fantastic and she eagerly took to scrubbing her body clean. When she was good from the neck down, she took a deep breath and dunked herself beneath the surface of the water and began to work on her face and hair. Her face went smoothly, the sticky sludge coming off easily, but her hair was a different story. Her blonde locks had been utterly soaked through during the climax and it was a nightmare trying to get it out. She said a silent thank you to the fact that she had shorter hair than most women, otherwise she would be here all night. Still, as it was, she was still having difficulty. Bringing herself back up for another breath of air, Sypha heard the silky voice that she had almost forgotten about pipe up behind her again.
"Allow me, girl."
A pair of soft hands descended on her hair and began to massage and knead her scalp, working a soapy lather of some kind into her hair. Sypha was still hesitant to accept any help from a demon, particularly one that was associated with the demon lord that was holding her prisoner and had just defiled her, but right now, she could care less. This woman was working magic with her fingers, and there wasn't even any magic involved. Sypha had never had someone else wash her hair before, but she never imagined that something so mundane such as hygiene could feel so good. Jezebel's fingers knew exactly where to press on her head and precisely how much pressure she could use to wash out her hair. Sypha found her eyes closing and her body slumping backwards until she was leaning against the bare chest of the buxom demon, her head being propped up out of the water by her bust and the hands continuing to lull Sypha into a state of bliss. When it finally ended, she could almost cry that it wasn't continuing more.
"Take a deep breath." Jezebel whispered in her ear, before gently lowering her head beneath the water and rinsing the soap from Sypha's hair.
Being brought back up above the surface, Sypha inhaled and blinked the water away from her eyes. Feeling a gentle stream of warm air tickle her ear, she shivered as she felt Jezebel sniff her, from ear down to her collarbone.
"Mmm, you smell so good." Jezebel praised. "And I was right. Your body is too good to hide."
Sypha gasped as Jezebel's tongue extended and licked its way down her glistening neck. At the same time, her arms were snaking around Sypha's front and beginning to casually explore all the bare skin of the young female.
"Wha…what are you doing?" Sypha panted, wriggling weakly in the demon woman's grip.
"I haven't tasted a human girl in a loooong, long time." Jezebel said, licking her way back up to Sypha's ear. "And never one as cute as you are. I'm going to be getting my fill so just relax…for now."
Sypha tried to protest further, but Jezebel's fingers resumed their movement, rubbing and caressing the blonde's abdomen and chest. A moan escaped Sypha's lips as the sensual fingers closed around one of her nipples, squeezing and tweaking it lightly. Still not willing to give in, Sypha twisted and squirmed to break free, but her attempts were halfhearted and, unsurprisingly, the demon woman's strength far exceeded her own.
Yelping with surprise, Sypha found herself being spun around, suddenly free from the embrace. She stared up at Jezebel, wide eyed, who was stood over her and staring right back with a hungry and provocative look on her face. She stepped towards Sypha who found herself backing up on her heels until she bumped into the edge of the pool, nowhere left to run.
Jezebel immediately caught up to her and placed her hands on the marble edge on either side of Sypha, effectively trapping her. She leaned in until their breasts were pressed together, her own impressive chest outsizing Sypha's more modest one, and lowered her head down until their faces were barely an inch apart. A giggle left her when she saw Sypha swallow nervously, and she closed the remaining distance to press her full lips to the equally plush lips of the timid girl.
Sypha stared into the eyes of the gorgeous demon who was currently kissing her, shocked. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that this would be one of the results of her journey to kill Dracula, yet here she was and it was a direct consequence of her decision to take on that quest. As Jezebel continued to softly and sensually kiss her, Sypha found herself starting to become lost in the eyes she was staring into. Describing them to someone might have made them sound creepy, what with the ink black color and the bright white pupils, but they were undeniably hypnotic and enrapturing. It was as though there were two black holes, and they were sucking every bit of her attention away from her, demanding that she fix it on the beauty before her.
Lost in those eyes, she soon found herself giving in to the temptation of the gorgeous demoness and finally responded to the kiss, engaging her lips in return to Jezebel. Jezebel hummed appreciatively at the feeling of Sypha's reluctant acceptance and notched up her eagerness. Her hands closed in on Sypha's body once again and began to roam about, stroking her curves and squeezing her breasts, urging moans and gasps from the cute blonde. Each and every sound of pleasure that reached her ears just seemed to make her all the more eager and dive into the kiss with greater passion.
For her part, Sypha mostly just melted under the overwhelming lust of the demon and accepted it. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her lungs were working overtime to keep up with her racing pulse. She could feel her entire body tingling from head to toe from Jezebel's ministrations. Every touch of her fingers felt like a burning coal was pressing into her skin, making her hotter and hotter. Was she…going to cum??? Her breath hitched once more as she felt Jezebel's hand slither down between her thighs to stroke the smooth skin there. One brush against her sensitive, yearning pussy was all it took to send her over the edge.
A shrill scream filled the garden, let loose by a climaxing Sypha, accompanied by the ecstatic giggle from Jezebel who instantly recognized the sounds and signs of a girl cumming. Smiling broadly at the shaking human girl, Jezebel pressed her hand a tad bit harder against Sypha's pussy and locked lips with her again, kissing her fiercely while she came.
When Sypha's eyes rolled back down and the fog in her mind finally cleared, she found herself nose to nose with Jezebel once more. Noticing that the girl was somewhat sane again, Jezebel broke off the kiss, allowing her to catch her breath. Sypha's muscles were all trembling and her face was flushed red. She had never felt anything that intense in her entire young life. She had been furious and terrified before, after what happened with Mordall, but maybe she had been wrong. Maybe not all demons were bad. As much as she hated to admit it, the experience had been incredible. Jezebel seemed to read what Sypha was thinking through her expression and she laughed, startling her.
"I think you're getting the wrong idea, Sypha." Jezebel purred, taking the blonde's chin firmly in one hand and tilting it up to look at her. "The truth is, I'm a switch. That means that sometimes I like to be submissive and sometimes I like to be dominant. Like I said, I haven't had a taste of a sweet human girl like yourself in a very long time so I was eager to check the goods. I must say, you do not disappoint. However, now that that's out of the way, I think it's time we get a bit more…aggressive."
Sypha's eyes widened again as she beheld the new expression painting Jezebel's face. Gone was the sweet and seductive picture that had been present up until now. In its place was a far more sinister and hungry look completed with an evil smile. She now looked exactly the part of a demon.
"I haven't gotten to top anyone in forever." She complained, sighing. "But now that you're here, I have a pet to play with. Shall we get started?"
"L-…let go of me!" Sypha protested, nervously.
She attempted to pull her chin free from Jezebel's grasp and squeeze out from between her and the side of the pool, but Jezebel just pinched her tighter and pressed her body into Sypha harder.
"Where are you trying to run off to?" Jezebel laughed, clicking her tongue in mocking disapproval. "You had your turn, remember? You came like a little slut just from me touching you."
"I didn't want that!" Sypha growled, squirming helplessly.
"Spare me the act, girl. You loooooved it. I don't blame you. I love the feeling, too. So now it's your turn to make me feel good."
Sypha cried out as she was lifted from the water as easily as if she weighed nothing and thrown back several feet onto the soft grass outside of the pavilion where she tumbled backwards onto her back. Before she could even move a muscle to sit up, Jezebel materialized on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She leaned down and placed a quick peck on Sypha's cheek, smirking down at her.
"Too late to back out now, human." She whispered. "You got me all hot and bothered. I'm not taking no for an answer."
Quick as a cat, Jezebel climbed forward and turned, planting her knees on either side of the prone blonde's head, straddling her. Sypha found herself face to face with the demon's pristine pussy, a sight she never thought she would see, yet here she was. She made another effort to fight free, but Jezebel just grabbed hold of her flailing arms by the wrist and pinned them to the ground effortlessly.
"Wait!" Sypha protested. "I don't-…"
Without waiting to let her finish whatever it was that she was saying, Jezebel lowered her shapely rear and planted her pussy onto Sypha's awaiting face, letting out a long sigh as the trapped girl immediately shrieked in response, sending pleasant vibrations to her.
"That's a good pet." She purred, shifting her hips from side to side. "Make all the noise you want down there."
Make noise was exactly what Sypha did. She shouted and screamed, trying to make her displeasure known to her attacker. Or, at least, she tried. In reality, every word of protest was entirely muffled by the magnificent thighs and dripping pussy that were encompassing her head and face. Without realizing it, she was only giving her victimizer even more heightened pleasure. Not only were the vibrations of her oral protests heavenly for Jezebel, but the prospect of totally dominating an unwilling partner was pushing all of her sadist buttons, driving her to be more and more aggressive. Her movements became more and more energetic, grinding her wet cunt down into Sypha's squirming face and putting more of her body weight down as well.
Sypha, in her extremely compromising position, was now having even more trouble getting in air. Her lungs were burning, and she was constantly fighting to free either her mouth or her nose just to draw in a breath. She felt like, at any moment, she might pass out from the oxygen deficiency she was experiencing and ramped up her struggles accordingly. Her arms wrenched and tugged, attempting to break free, but it was a fruitless fight, and she was unable to best the supernatural strength of the demon. With her upper body immobilized, she instead turned to her lower body. Her legs kicked and pushed at the ground, trying her best to get some purchase and heave the woman off of her.
Jezebel just smiled and licked her lips as she watched the trim body under her endeavor to break free. It had, indeed, been far too long since she had experienced the joy of submitting a pretty human girl. She wished she were able to take things further and fuck Sypha, but she knew that Mordall would be furious if she did that before him, so she would have to settle for some face sitting today. Still, it was more than enough to crank her motor up to ten and get her soaking wet.
Dodging a stray kick from one of Sypha's floundering feet, Jezebel snickered and paused her hip-rocking motion to speak a few words. As soon as the magic of her spell took hold, the ground around Sypha's legs erupted and several roots emerged. They instantly took to wrapping themselves around the smooth calves and ankles of their target, swiftly pinning them together and locking them tightly to the ground, unable to move even an inch. Jezebel felt another even louder shriek float up to her ears from her seat as she realized her legs had been immobilized and giggled, unable to contain her lust.
Sypha swallowed, nervously, as she felt Jezebel regrip her wrists, the only precursor she received before her face was once again being used as a saddle. Now, she was totally helpless. Her legs had been trapped by some kind of cord that she was unable to see, her arms were being pinned by Jezebel, and her head was utterly stuck between a pair of luscious thighs. She wasn't going anywhere. All she could do was continue to weakly voice her displeasure and do her best to squeak in breaths when able to keep herself from blacking out.
Suddenly, Jezebel paused directly on top of Sypha's mouth, cutting off her means of air. Sypha could vaguely feel her captor's muscles trembling and then a flood of juices poured over her mouth and face, indicating the arrival of Jezebel's climax. Somewhere above her, she could just barely make out the cries of ecstasy that managed to break the thigh-earmuffs she was being made to wear. The flood continued to drench her pretty features, filling her mouth with the sweet, yet still unwelcome, taste of the woman's arousal, but that was the least of her worries. Jezebel hadn't moved one millimeter since the start of said climax and Sypha's lungs were burning with the need for air. She began mutedly squealing and wriggling her head, but Jezebel just tightened up her leglock, sticking her dead in her tracks.
Finally descending from the throes of her climax, Jezebel glanced back over her shoulder. She could just barely see the trembling forehead and damp blonde locks of her prey over the curve of her rear. She seemed to be getting quite desperate down there, probably needing to breathe. Giggling to herself, Jezebel swiveled her hips once more before finally backing up a bit, allowing the girl to gasp in air.
Having been just on the verge of passing out, Sypha gratefully accepted the break she was afforded. Somehow, this was almost worse than what Mordall had done to her. Sure, Mordall had drenched her in sticky demon batter, but at least he had only cut off her airline briefly and at the end. Jezebel had no such restrictions and Sypha's red face was proof of it. Oh, well. At least it was over now. Sypha was glad she hadn't taken as long as Mordall had to finish up. She tried to move her body again and get free, but, to her surprise, Jezebel clamped her thighs back down and kept her wrists right where they are.
"Guess that means you're ready for round two." Jezebel called down, laughing as she heard the angry shriek of protest that followed.
Weekly Power Status
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