Lechomancer (12 page)

Viv swished her hips as she walked down the hall to Lisa’s bedroom.  Her mistress was following behind, and Viv’s fingers were linked around her wrist.  With her Demon Tail inserted, a stiff wand of increasing anal beads, she was on the edge of orgasm, until Lisa allowed her to come.  Lisa watched her glisten with sweat, naked and eager to please her.  The Succubus was desperate to get her into the bedroom, to please Lisa and earn her own relief.

The glowing blue gothic door caused Lisa to slow.  Viv seemed to ignore it, but with the tail, Viv ignored almost everything.  Lisa wasn’t sure her friend could see it.  The Master had brought – summoned?  Was that the word? – summoned it into her hallway a few days earlier, and then forbidden her from going through it.  Lisa stopped to look at it. 

“Please,” Vivian begged, her dark eyes desperate, “let’s go.”

“Can you see that door?”

The Asian woman nodded, and then leaned down to kiss Lisa.  Their tongues danced for a moment, before Lisa gently pushed Viv away.

“Doesn’t it make you curious?”

“No.  I’ve been through it.”

“Wait, what?” Lisa pulled her wrist free.

“Yeah, a few times.  Come on, let’s go to your bed.  I’m really horny.”

“When?  When did you go through?” Lisa ordered.

Over the last few weeks, Vivian had been conditioned to obey, and she wouldn’t fight that tone in her mistress.  “When you make me shift.  I go through a door like that and wait, and she comes out.”

“Your Succubus?” Lisa asked.  Viv nodded.  “You mean, you don’t change, but there’s you and a golden demon that looks like you?”  Viv nodded again.  “Through there?”  Viv shrugged.

Lisa glanced up and down the hall, not certain she would be able to see Erostopholes if he was present, but wanted to at least check to see if he could be seen watching.  She ignored Viv’s pleas to ignore the door and fuck her instead.  Lisa examined the intricate brass door handle, the kind with a little trigger which requires a press of the thumb to open.  She tried it tentatively, and licked her smiling lips when it clicked.  The heavy door opened inward, and as she pulled it open, she saw a duplicate of her own upstairs hall, except it wasn’t Viv with a toy pushed into her butt.  Instead, it was the metallic skinned, spiral horned demoness that Lisa hadn’t realized was a separate entity from Vivian.

“What are you called?” Lisa asked the Succubus on the other side of the door.

“You gave me her name,” it answered with a little bow.

“And you’re not going to… hurt her, are you?” Lisa suddenly felt a touch guilty, realizing she had no idea what she had done to her sister’s best friend.

“Mistress, I make her happy.  I make you happy.  Why would I hurt anyone?”  The Succubus looked offended, as it crossed one hand across its flat stomach to hold its far arm.

“I’m just realizing how little I know about you.” Lisa said, watching it carefully.

“Well, you don’t want her hurt, and I am bound to your service,” the demoness explained.  “And I’m linked to her.  We can’t both be on the same side of the door.”

“What is over there?” Lisa asked.  The Succubus smiled coyly and took a step back.  “I order you to tell me.”

“The Principality of Erostopholes, Mistress,” it answered.

“And why would he want to keep me from coming there?” Lisa asked.

The Demoness was about to speak, when something stepped out of the door that, on her side, would have led to Lisa’s bedroom, and dragged the Succubus in as it shrieked. 

“Hello?” Lisa shouted.  “Answer me!” she ordered around the corner, but there was only silence.

Then, in her hallway in the real world, Vivian fell to the ground with a scream.  “No, no, no!” she started to scream.  Large bruises, shaped like thick fingers, spread across her upper arms.

Lisa gritted her teeth and stepped through the door.  The air on the other side, in the copy hallway, was warmer.  Lisa rushed around the corner, and down the hallway.  When she flung the door open, the one that copied her bedroom, the room it opened into was like a dungeon. 

Inside, there was a demon with skin the colour of wet midnight pavement, glistening in the smoky light of the stone room.  He had his thick hands wrapped around the Succubus’s upper arms, and had her pinned to the cobblestone floor.  He had kneed her legs apart, and the head of his long cock was searching for her entrance.  Lisa glanced around the room, found a thick club behind the door, and grabbed it.  She raised the weapon over her head, and brought it down on the pavement demons back.

He staggered a bit, and then turned slowly towards Lisa.  It took her a moment to realize the demon had Mike’s face, the city accountant she had fucked at the Master’s insistence.  Out of his temples grew two thick horns that curved downwards.  His eyes glowed red now.  He let Vivian’s demon up and he turned and grabbed Lisa’s wrists.  She shrieked and dropped the club, and Mike pinned her against the wall.

Lisa took a deep breath, and realized she shouldn’t be afraid.  Half of the book was about taming demons, so she should be able to train this one, right?  “Let her go.” Lisa ordered as calmly as she could manage.

“Let her go,” mocked Vivian’s Succubus, who got up, and walked to beside the Mike Demon, her fingertips tracing their way against his shoulders.  “I told you she was naive.”

Mike licked his lips with a thick slug of a tongue.  His eyes danced down, drinking in Lisa’s tight V-Neck T-shirt and tight jeans.  “Fuck?” he snarled.

Vivian drink Lisa in.  “Do it.”

Mike chuckled, and pushed both of Lisa’s wrists to cross over her head, so he could pin them to the wall one hand.  With the other, he bunched up her T-shirt and yanked it off her with a sharp tug.  He took his wide tongue, and ran it along the underside of her full breast, and then pressed it against her nipple, up to her shoulder, and along the side of her face.  Lisa gasped, surprised to find herself enjoying it.

He pushed his free hand into her jeans, and she let out another gasp.  His fingers were almost clumsy, but still confident, as one slipped inside of her.  Then he slipped out, and pulled his hand free, popping the button as he cleared.

Mike suddenly spun Lisa around, so that he was now behind her, and bent her over a thick stone slab in the centre of the room.  She was almost winded when her stomach landed on the hard granite, and the demons forceful hand yanked her jeans down.  Lisa scrambled to get out from under him, but as soon as she tried to crawl up onto the slab, his hands were all over her.  He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the small of her back.  Then, holding her in place, he knelt behind her.  That huge, slimy tongue began to press against her pussy, in a slow, long stroke.  He moved slowly, and as soon as he finished one steady stroke he began another.  Lisa’s breathing quickened and she found herself blushing.

Vivian’s Succubus plopped gracefully down beside Lisa on the stone, her legs cross, her perfect ass right next to Lisa’s face.  The demoness shoved her thumb into Lisa’s mouth, and Lisa found herself sucking on it as Mike continued to bathe her pussy with his tongue.  “You see, up there, you’re the big boss, and I have to do and feel every humiliating thing you can imagine.  I mean, I don’t hate it, but I find I do hate you.  You’re not what I want in a mistress, but as the Lechomancer who calls me, I’m bound to you.  But here, well, that’s a different story.”

The demoness pulled her thumb free and stood.  “Here, I’m going to let my pet fuck you stupid.  And when you’ve been fucked stupid, you’ll be the dumb little whore at the bottom of my totem pool, and I won’t need to let you go home, and worry about you summoning me.”  She wound up, and gave Lisa a stinging swat on the ass.

“Fuck her,” the Succubus commanded.  The demon behind Lisa chuckled, a sound like rocks rattling around in an old tin can.  He gave her cunt one final, long lick, and then stood behind her.  Lisa wriggled to get free, and found her pussy get wetter as the demon slammed her down on the slab.  He started kicking her feet wider, until she was spread open. 

Mike’s shaft slid into her, long and deep, and steady.  His hips swung like a pendulum, as he pushed eight inches into her eager hole, and slipped them back out again.  He pressed her hand hard into her back, and kept fucking her, as she squirmed under him, not really trying to escape so much as find the best angle to accept his member. 

He spread his own legs wider and began to pick up the pace, pushing into her faster and harder with each stroke.  He leaned over her, and she felt his hot breathe on the back of her neck.  She found herself pushing back against him, breathing in tandem with the demon.

He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, fucking her faster and harder as he did.  He pushed so deep inside her, and she was shaking with excitement.  He pounded her against the slab, and her toes curled up.  He was fucking her right off the ground.

As he pulled out, the hand on her hips twisted her, and she landed on her back on the slab, her legs high up in the air, and the demon pushed back into her.  She felt the cold stone on her back, the hard cock push into her, and she couldn’t help but scream out “Yes.  Fuck yes!”

The demon put one hand under the small of her back, forcing her to arch towards him.  The other knotted into her hair, tugging on it as he plowed into her.  She tried to turn her head, just for the thrill she got when he pulled her hair and made her face him.

There was something in his eye contact, something deep she couldn’t ignore.  She stopped playing, pulling away from him to make him pull her back in, but now focusing on him.  She wriggled against him in time with his pistoning, and watched his glowing red eyes.

Mike shifted her weight in his arms, so that his powerful forearms were pressed against her back, and his fingers curled around her shoulders.  Their eyes were locked as he smashed into her, and she swiveled her hips to add some grace to their coupling.  After a minute of pounding into her, the demon broke away to lick her neck, and she nearly came as his fat tongue curled around her ear.

“No, look at me,” she ordered through desperate breaths, realizing she had nearly lost … something important.  She wasn’t sure what it was, but the hot damp air crackled with excitement as she came back from the edge of orgasm.

The demon locked eyes with her again, and this time scooped his elbows under her knees.  With his cock deep inside her, he picked her up.  She wrapped her arms around his neck by her crossed wrists, and he began to bounce her wet cunt up and down his full length.  She struggled to keep his eyes on her eyes, as she flew up and down.

He slammed her back into the cold stone wall, and thrust deep inside her.  With his body weight, he pinned her up, her knees wide by her ears, her ass three feet off the ground.  He slammed into her again and again, and she quivered with excitement.

She felt a pulse coarse through his cock, and she knew she was about to come, but she kept her eyes locked on the demon.  It kept trying to glance up, or down, but as she concentrated, it couldn’t seem to look away.  Its hips smashed into her, and the wall gently scrapped at her skin, little burning thrills of excitement.

She swiveled her hips against Mike, pressed hard, and squeezed the long dick inside her as best as she could.  She felt his hot jizz rush into her a moment before she came, screaming out her joy as he grunted his.  The room shook, and little flecks of stone fell clear of the ceiling.

Mike spasmed powerfully against her, driving into her, twice, three, four times.  When he pulled out, a long thread of Essence clung from his tip to her.

His eyes had changed now.  They weren’t angry, or aggressive, but almost pleading.  He looked at her, then looked at the floor and got down on his hands and knees.  Lisa found herself rustling his hair without realizing it, and then guiding him back towards her pussy for more of that strange, slow tongue.

Just as he began, a door at the far end of the room slammed open.  There stood Erostopholes, as a deep blue skinned demon with long spiraling horns from his forehead, as well as blue bat wings and a long tail.  He stood eight feet tall here, taller than Lisa had ever seen.

“I thought I made myself clear about you coming to this side,” He said calmly, but with a deep coating of menace.

“S-Sorry,” Lisa said, pushing Mike’s head out from between her legs.  “I’m sorry Master.”

“No, you aren’t.  Not yet.  But you will be.”

Lisa had seen her Master in a demonic form before, but not the way he appeared on the Otherside of the Blue Door.  He was eight feet tall, and draconic wings grew out of his back.  His blue skin was glowing darkly, and his horns nearly scrapped against the ceiling.

She gulped, and wished he was smaller, or more human, as he strode angrily toward her.  He grabbed the back of her neck and led her back down the hallway, through the mystic door that lead into her own townhouse.  The stern fingers clamped on her neck sent a strange rush of joy down her body, but she knew better than to smile or moan happily while Erostopholes was so visibly upset.

He led her into her bedroom, and pushed her to the floor.  He had to stoop on this side, and he towered over her, glowering.  “Do you know what could have happened to you over there?”

“I was fine, Master.  Mike wasn’t …”

“Mike was the least of your worries,” he growled.  “But apparently, you don’t listen, do you slut?”

“No Master,” she found herself purring.  “I’m a slut and I don’t listen.”

“You think you’re cute?” he roared at her, and she decided not to state the fact that right now, she did feel rather cute.  Vulnerable, sure, and she knew she should be worried about what he would do next, but she found the idea exciting more than anything.  She supressed a smile as her hand lazily ran up and down her thigh.  She licked her lips, and he snorted.

He picked her up off the floor, and sat on the bed, throwing her over his knee.  She squealed happily, and then his hand thundered through the air and swatted her ass.  It sent a painful jolt of ecstasy through her, and she yelped.  He smacked her again and again, faster, reddening her bottom, and the pleasure outweighed the pain.  The cold air began to sting when he stopped, and she turned to look at him, to beg him for another.

“Vivian,” he said sternly, and Lisa realized one of her pets was in the room, on the far side of the bed.  It appeared Viv had been hiding when she and the Master came in.  She bowed slightly to him, and he said “Bring me her Vials of Essence.  All of them.”

In her nightstand, Lisa had about ten little glass bottles of the demonic liquid, which acted as both a lubricant and an aphrodisiac.  She used them most often on her pets, Vivian and Ashlynn, so Vivian knew exactly where it was stored.  She brought the Vials, and the Master took them and uncorked them with his teeth.  He poured the viscous liquid into his hand, and let it seep between his fingers.  He showed her the thick, clinging strands as he pulled the fingers apart, and then they were out of sight. 

Two long, oversized digits thrust firmly between her legs, up into her pussy.  The liquid made them warm, and they sent a tingling all through her.  As he continued to push in, deeper and deeper, she realized something was wrong.

It was too intense.  He had barely started on her, and she was on the edge of orgasm.  “Wh… what?” was all she could get out.  She found herself panting, and blushing.

“You are used to being somewhat immune to Essence, aren’t you, bitch?  But you disobeyed me, broke our Covenant, and so your protections are void.

Lisa tried to focus on the words, but nothing was so important as squirming back against his thrusting fingers.  He started to pull out, and she desperately tried to press herself back against him.  He began to tease her, keeping his sticky, amazing fingers just out of reach, and when she tried to squirm back, he’d pull away, or push her down into his lap, so she couldn’t move, chuckling cruelly.  Then, after far too long, he would begin to tease her again, gently pushing inside her outer lips, slipping his fingers into her.

“Vivian,” the Demon said softly, as he started to push in a little deeper, pull out, and push in a little deeper still, “Please go to the door.  Your Succubus has something for you there.”  Lisa was breathing in quick gasps by the time Viv returned, and the only thing that caught her attention at first was that the Master had removed his fingers.

Then she saw what Viv had brought.  It was a metal pole, about three feet long, with a leather collar in the centre, and cuffs at either end.  The Master pushed her out of the lap, and onto the floor.  She scrambled to kneel before him, her hands on his powerful thighs.  While he still glared at her, his thick, long cock was hard, pointing at her.  She found herself panting, trying to breathe on it, her mouth open, hoping he would let her kiss it, stroke it with her tongue.

She felt the cold steel of the pole press to the back of her neck, and Viv held it there as the Master looped the leather collar around her neck, and fastened the latch.  Then he grabbed her right hand, and thrust it into the first cuff.  Vivian quietly closed it around her wrist, much tighter than the leather around her neck.  Next they did the left.

The Master grabbed her chin, and forced her gaze up from his member to his eyes.  “You’re bad at listening.  You just do what you want,” he told her sternly.

“I want,” she said, gasping, desperate for him, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, we will be fucking you, Lisa,” he growled.  She purred, and struggled against her restraints, wanting desperately to touch herself.  Erostopholes did not seem pleased, as he grabbed the back of her head, and thrust his cock into her mouth.  She nearly choked on it.  She was ready to service him, but he refused to give her any control.  He thrust in and out of her mouth, deep into her throat, his vicelike fingers pushing her head up and down. The wet tingling between her legs intensified, and she wished someone would touch her aching cunt.

“Vivian,” the Master called, and Lisa remembered she was still in the room.  “Bring Ashlynn here,” he ordered, as he continued to thrust between Lisa’s lips.  Vivian gave a short, agreeable sound, which seemed almost odd to Lisa.  She was more … aware then she tended to be when she had her Demon Tail in.  She sounded like she knew that watching her best friends sister being force feed cock from an eight foot tall blue demon wasn’t normal.

Then she felt the Master shudder slightly, and his dick pulsed in her mouth.  He started to cum down her throat, and pulled out, bathing her tongue, chin, and chest in his thick juices.  Then it struck her, it was Essence.  The throbbing between her legs got more desperate, and her lips and tits started to tingle, begging to be groped. 

“Please fuck me,” Lisa begged.  Erostopholes raised a skeptical eyebrow at her.  Lisa felt the blood rush to her cheeks, blushing as she turned around, and stuck her ass up in the air to tempt him, spreading her legs wide.  The sticky fluid on her breasts caused them to stick to the floor.  She realized suddenly that the bar wasn’t moving.  She was stuck, with her face and tits pressed to her floor, in the pooling essence that was making her hornier and hornier.  Her back almost ached from arching, but she kept wiggling her cute little bottom at the Master, hopping he would lick her with his wide, rough tongue, or thrust his hard cock into her.  He kept making little sounds behind her, and she was getting desperate to be used.

It didn’t really register to Lisa when the doorbell rang, but a few moments later, Vivian’s bare legs appeared in the doorway, followed by the skinny black jeans Ashlynn preferred.  “What…?” the college girl asked.

“I prefer you nude,” the Master’s voice stated calmly from behind Lisa.  She watched a hoody, a V-neck t-shirt, a grey skirt, and then the jeans fall to the floor.  Ashlynn and Vivian were both naked, in her doorway, watching her chained in a pool of cum, wiggling her naked ass in the air.  The thought of it made her shudder with delight, and then purr with the need to be touched.

“Lisa Meyer decided she did not need to obey me,” Erostopholes said from behind her.  “There is supposed to be a hierarchy here.  She obeys me, you obey her, and everything is In balance.  But she broke the rules, so Vivian Wong, Ashlynn Carter, now she must obey you until the balance is restored.”

“What does that mean?” Viv asked, her feet fidgeting slightly.

“That you will help decide her punishment.  What would you like that to mean?”

Ashlynn crouched down into Lisa’s field of view, a mischievous look in her eyes.  “And she’ll do anything we ask?”

“I believe this little fuck slut is ready to do what she’s told.”  His hand crashed into her ass, and the touch was nearly enough to drive her over the edge.

“Please make me your fuck slut,” Lisa found herself begging.  “Please fuck me.”

Ashlynn licked her lips.  “First, show me you are a good little slut.  I want you to lick up all this cum.”

Lisa was lapping it up off the floor instantly.  Each little bit made her more desperate, closer to the edge, but somehow she never quite reached relief.  The bar came unlocked, and she was able to wiggle back, licking the little pool that had formed under her round breasts.  She drank it down hungrily, and then swung up, so she was kneeling.  Lisa spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to get her aching cunt to the ground so she could rub it against the floor, and maybe find relief, but Ashlynn knelt in front of her and grabbed her hips, stopping her.

“You can’t come yet, slut.  You’ve still got jizz all over your face and tits.”

“I can’t reach it,” she begged.  Ashlynn shook her head dismissively, and then started to lick a long trail off of Lisa’s chest.  The tall, dark haired beauty rolled it around in her mouth, and then kissed it into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa accepted it gratefully, and moaned as she felt Vivian’s tongue on her other breast, gathering up another strand.  Viv, however, did not kiss it into Lisa’s mouth.  Instead, she grabbed Lisa’s face, forced her to look upwards with her mouth open, and then spit the liquid into her waiting mouth.  They took turns, licking all the Essence off her, kissing or spitting it into her face for her to swallow.  Their hands roved all over her skin, and she pressed feverishly against each caress.

“Please let me cum,” she started to whimper.  “Please let me cum.  Please let me cum.” She glistened with sweet sweat, and her breathing was ragged and desperate.

“I don’t feel like it yet, whore,” Vivian said, and then playfully slapped her face.  Lisa turned back to her, desperate for more touch.  “Pathetic.”  Vivian turned to the Master.  “What else can we do?”

“You’ll find there’s several playmates waiting by the door,” he suggested.

Vivian jumped up excitedly, and Lisa moaned.  Her whole body was on fire, and her breath came in ragged pants.  Vivian walked back into view, and a pair of crimson, bowlegged hind legs, ending in cloven hooves, came into view.  Lisa struggled to turn her head and look up at the demon Viv had brought through the door.  A pair of goat’s legs, with a thick long cock swinging between them, lead to a huge round human-esque pot belly, with stretched skin an unnatural red.  The demon had powerful, thick arms, and curving ram horns.  It wore the face of the cabbie that the master always had driven her everywhere he sent her.

“And what would you have Vickus do to Lisa Meyer?” The Master asked, naming the demon.

“I want him to fuck her in the ass,” Vivian growled.  Lisa moaned at the idea, and arched her back, pushing her butt into the air.

Vickus stepped behind her, and his thick hands clenched her hips.  She felt the large head of his member run its way between her cheeks, searching for her essence soaked anus.  When it finally pressed against her entrance, she realized how thick the demon was; it was a little smaller than her fist.  The demon grunted, and Lisa knees slipped outward, her legs spreading a little wider.  She cried out with joy as she felt the pressure of his cock stroking into her, and she was certain nothing could hold her back from the mounting pleasure.

But as the Master had commanded, she stayed on the desperate edge of orgasm.  Vickus’s hands on her hips kept pulling her back onto his huge dick, quickly slamming into her, again and again.  Her legs slide further apart to accommodate, and his hands started to push her waist down into the ground, holding her in place to be used.

Lisa didn’t quite here what Ashlynn asked of Erostopholes, but suddenly Vickus lifted her up, and began bouncing her up and down on his cock, his hands under her knees.  Her breasts bounced wildly, and the Master walked into view.  With unnatural timing, he thrust into her aching cunt.  She twitched, so exceptionally close to release, but the Master’s grim smile told her it wasn’t time yet.

She was pinned between the two demons, Vickus’s belly pressed into the small of her back, Erostopholes cock sliding deep into her willing pussy, her soft stomach pressed against his muscular abs.  She was helpless between them, bouncing at Vickus’s will, unable to move her hands.  Erostopholes glared into her eyes.

The Master nodded, and she felt her ass and pussy pulse.  At first, she thought it was the release of her own orgasm, but realized it was the demons, filling her with even more essence.  Her body burned with pleasure and desire, and nothing would quench it. 

Vickus pulled out of her ass, and the Master carried her to the bed, and then pulled out of her as well.  A few last spurts of cum flew from his member onto her stomach.  He nodded to Vivian, who grinned as she walked over.  Her tongue thrust into Lisa’s asshole, lapping up the cum deposited in there, and then spitting it into Lisa’s mouth.  Ashlynn followed, licking her pussy clean, with Lisa desperately struggling against her restraints, wanting to grab the girl’s dark hair and hold her clever tongue where it was.  Ashlynn laughed at the quivering mass of pleasure Lisa had become.  She kissed Erostopholes’ Essence into Lisa’s mouth.  “You’re dying for it, aren’t you, whore?” Ashlynn asked playfully.