Re: Queen of the Damned (Host)
Nerzalil’s smirk was irrepressible once she had seen the uncontained but unsatisfied lust lurking in the shorn weed, and the expression only grew until the alraune’s orgasm. The teasing vine sliding against her pussy and the others assaulting the peaks of her breasts made Neri appreciate just how badly her own body wanted attention now, each movement of the woman’s vines against her more sensitive places creating its own blossoming flower of aching need, leaving the Shadow Demon unable to hold back longing groans even if she had been trying to. Her body unintentionally writhed slowly, her hips rolling ever so minutely against the green appendage teasing her glowing folds, seeking out the distinct but soft sensation of the attending vines.
Still, despite her arousal, Neri was only getting started when the plant woman started to end. She caught the meaning behind the long moan early enough for the actual bursts of release to not take her by surprise, but nevertheless Neri still gasped in shock that she had already worked the alraune to a climax – an impressively messy one for a single being, even by demonic standards. Nerzalil’s surprise turned into a fight between happy laughter and a contented moan once the plant-woman’s cum started painting the big bug blue. In its aftermath, the plant could be forgiven for thinking Neri had, somehow, peaked herself; her breath was ragged enough that her chest quite visibly heaved, and her expression was one of excessive, and somewhat sadistic joy.
Between the shornweed’s enforced erotic denial and turning the alraune into a quickshot, Neri had become quite thoroughly drunk on her own power. Everything, from the volume of the plants’ cry to the volume of the plants’ release, and especially the gods-be-damned delightful look of embarrassment on the alraune’s face, only served to fuel Neri’s intoxication. There were quivers of excited energy all through the Shadow Demon’s body, her thoughts and actions uncharacteristically giddy. Her motions hadn’t let up until part way through the alraune’s second spurt, and even then she continued very lightly tweaking the vine that had only moments before been jackhammered, an almost playful swaying of her hips translating into enough movement of the Shadow Demon’s leg for the alraune to feel it shifting against her body’s least-literal flower. “…Does it feel… good…?” Neri asked in the immediate aftermath, quite rhetorically, and with a meekness that was clearly insincere. Of course, giddy was far from the only thing Neri felt, or the sole reason for the insect’s quivering and lusty breathing.
By the time the Alraune’s vines wrapped around Neri, the invertebrate was enjoying herself enough that she didn’t so much as flinch at having her control restricted , not having stopped idly toying with her happily captive vine. Ignoring but appreciating the plant’s own comments, Neri affected forgetfulness. “What were we doing this for, again…? ‘Bearing your young’? …Because, hehh, if this is your attempt at impregnation, hun… you have the worst aim I’ve -ever- seen.” The plant tendril snaking between the Shadow Demon’s breasts received no comment, but the knowing look in her eyes said everything she wanted to. The act hardly seemed to be about giving the insect ‘her turn’, not that Neri minded the lewd plant taking advantage of the rather ample opportunity before her.
It was only when the alraune asked her if she was ready that Neri realized she was not. It had taken her several years to truly grasp the part that facial expression played in communication between non-hive-minded individuals, and especially so during sex. After all, how could she look cowed and dominated for her demonic rapists if she did not appear scared and submissive? “J-just a second…” came an unusually meek voice; despite having been used and abused every which way for two decades, there were still some things able to embarrass the Shadow Demon.
Having her mandiables spread was one thing, and spreading them under the effects of aphrodisiacs was in much the same category… but opening them willingly, for no reason other than allowing her partner to more visibly see the insect laid low by lust… it was not something the Shadow Demon had been given a reason to do for the last two years. Slowly, the six appendages peeled back, reversing until they were flat against Nerzalil’s face in the opposite direction, splayed out in a way that resembled cat’s whiskers. The change was… dramatic. With solid-white glowing eyes, carapace instead of skin, and six ivory tipped mandiables, the Shadow Demon had been just as alien a creature as the rest of her kin. With solid-white, glowing eyes, carapace instead of skin, and a completely normal, female face, with features that looked peculiarly soft for such a hard woman, Nerzalil appeared startlingly human – in fact, it could even be said that she looked more human than she resembled one of her own kind. She also looked startlingly more vulnerable than the fierce warrior who had toppled the Alraune, largely because of her moderate embarrassment at displaying the part of her body which had been the most severely and visibly warped by demonic interference.
Of course, the Alraune being in no mood for hesitation, Neri barely had the chance to open her covering claws and display her mildly nervous expression before it immediately turned into a surprised O - joined by a sound much the same as the shape. “O-oohh!” The plant’s first action beyond mere, coy stroking did wonders to appease the very yearning it had taken pains to induce, leaving the Shadow Demon momentarily stunned in the face of her own satisfaction.
As if to directly rebuke the cheeky accusation behind Neri’s earlier expression, her leafy lover immediately focused attention on the insect’s breasts… the primary penetration continuing at a slow pace such that the caught insect could properly appreciate each motion of the alraune’s mouth, and the tentacles helping themselves to her most obvious female trait. The Shadow Demon herself would not have said that her breasts were particularly sensitive, given that her yardstick was succubi whores and demon-warped sex-slaves. Compared to a human, however, she took an abnormal degree of pleasure from stimulation to her glowing faux-mammaries, and there was quite a bit of them to stimulate. The woman focused at first on the buds capping the insect’s vast femininity – a trick to find, given that they were the same transparent skin over glowing-bluish-white fluids as the rest of the mounds (…mounds that now looked considerably more blue, courtesy of the insect’s snap-fire friend). With her deepened cries of desire as evidence, it would become clear that Nerzalil took possibly just as much pleasure from the tendrils rolling her bust as she did from the more active attack on their peaks. It might take the plant a moment more to also realise that each and every one of the glowing organs on Neri’s body were also varying degrees of erotically sensitive, marking a blatant roadmap for eager vines to exploit; it would take her less time to realise if she was paying attention to Nerzalil through The Voice.
As nice as her alraune partner made it all feel, Neri didn’t enjoy the experience for herself. In all likelihood, she never would be able to enjoy actually feeling sexual pleasure; it was warped and unnatural, a view she felt she would never relent on. It would be a way to get rid of the need for release she had been building up these past days, but that didn’t make the act right. The only reason she allowed herself to moan was because it was what her partner would want to hear, an aural affirmation of the pleasure the plant was causing, a taste of the woman’s helplessness in the face of her vines’ touch. …Though normally, Nerzalil wouldn’t have managed to ignore her distaste to quite the degree she was with the Alraune.
Neri’s reservations had fairly quickly eroded as she saw more and more of how weak the plant was in the face of her sexual prowess (rusty though it was) - and as a result, the things she was willing and comfortable with doing to see such weakness had grown inversely numerous. Normally any attempt to cause Nerzalil significant pleasure, especially with something as brutishly-sized as the woven cock penetrating her presented pussy, would be met with instinctive hesitation and defense on the Shadow Demon’s part. Instead, to Neri the vines inside and against her only meant another chance to make the alraune’s eyes roll. Neri couldn’t determine exactly why she felt so safe with her new ally, enough so to openly display weakness before the woman; she didn’t seem to be under the effects of any chemicals or spells she recognized, and if she had been in a different mind, her own eagerness might have worried her.
The plant woman might have set her sights somewhat lower than Nerzalil’s face, but the insect wasn’t overly bothered by it – actually, the rapt attention to her bosom was endearing. Besides, there was a convenient array of phallic appendages wafting about her, doing their best to look enticing, and Nerzalil always jumped at an opportunity to try and practice on her greatest sexual weakness – the use of her mouth. If there was one area the Shadow Demon’s erotic skillset had ever flagged in, it was oral; after all, with mandiables like hers, even the demons she was enslaved to usually opted on the side of caution, keeping things below her face – and the demons that did see fit to test the bug’s maw did so quite brutally. After all, if you were going to bind her mouth-appendages, you might as well bind the rest of her; and if you had a slave bound, well, that was a good opportunity to really take things as far as you wanted. Unfortunately for the development of the Shadow Demon’s oral abilities, there wasn’t much practice one could get from having their mouth and throat forcibly raped.
Erotic skills were still –skills-, and Nerzalil had enough of an inferiority complex that the lack of them, orally speaking, was infuriating to her. In hell, she had become as good as sucking her own finger or the occasional phallic substitute could make her, which was to say considerably behind a succubi – and it was her inferiority to those damned women that had given Neri something of a complex. Neri’s more willing counterparts always knew how to push her buttons in more than one sense; being the butt of their typically snide comments for a good two decades had caused Neri to jump into more than a few ‘contests of skill’ against the seductive creatures; far more than she would have if the demons had instead tried been trying to seduce her.
Forcing half-formed thoughts of ‘cubi taunts from her head, Neri’s arm retracted, bringing with it the first of the vines to receive her affections. The insect only bothered with the barest of foreplay at this late stage of the tryst; Neri simply opened her mouth, (undoing some of the humanity that taking her mandiables out of the equation had caused, given the cavern of bright white flesh behind her identically glowing lips,) drawing the phallic extension in just far enough for it to qualify as a very deep kiss… should the tendril have been a tongue, and had there been a ‘cubi referee to make such a call. And it was as a lover’s tongue that she treated it, rolling her own against it for a good few moments, getting a feel for the taste and feel of the organ before turning the act into a(n officially-sanctioned legally-applicable succubi-approved) blowjob. Perhaps not a succubi-quality one, given that Neri was far from being inventive with her mouth, and not exactly well versed in coping with something less than half of the width she was used to, but there was enough of the tendril and enough passion in the act that the alraune probably wouldn’t care about the clumsy technique.
Her off hand – alternately caressing the plant’s back, thighs and, primarily, ass – would have seen its main use here, squeezing or pushing the alraune up towards Neri when she wanted more, while the rest of her body woulw be able to push her partner away if she wanted them to slow down, helping her keep the flow of the situation in her hands, semi-literally. The alraune, however, thwarted both uses of the technique – her vines kept things quite distinctly out of the Shadow Demon’s control, and the Voice made such physical communication meaningless. It found something else to do instead; her leg shifted away from grinding at her partner’s largely unattended petals as the Shadow Demon snaked her now-free hand up a green outer thigh and down the inner one. She wasted no time before tracing the outside and then inside of the flower’s petals, quite likely sticky with the plant’s nectar, and depending on how linked the alraune’s sexual organs were, cum. She had to be at least a little careful – Nerzalil’s fingers did not end in points simply to give the impression of nails; they were legitimately sharp claws she had, and if she had been trying to, or was simply careless enough, she could have well caused the alraune a cruel wound. Still, as long as she wasn’t harsh about it, the leaf-like flesh of the female’s body yielded to her touch… rather than being perforated by it.
Her intention was, at any rate, not to violently man-handle the plant’s depths; she instead moved to tease the skin around the bead cresting the alraune’s womanhood. The Shadow Demon could have tried, then, to bring the situation under her control, skilfully milking pleasure from the beautiful woman’s bud much as she had its vine. Instead, she allowed her actions to simply egg the eager foliage on; the alraune would likely feel distinctly unfulfilled if it did not get to exact pleasure from the insect, on its own terms, before its seeds were planted. Besides, Nerzalil had her own raging lusts that needed to be sated sooner rather than later…
…and ‘sooner’ was looking quite likely. When had she gotten quite this sensitive, that being filled to stretching and the touch of vines and tongues against her quite impressive bust was enough to make her almost become as quick off the plate as the alraune? Quite assuredly, this had been too long to go without sexual gratification. Neri had to doubt that she’d last until the plant sowed its seeds, even considering how sensitive it seemed to be… though getting quite so many different organs pleasured might just even things out a little.
It all took only perhaps a minute for the Shadow Demon to become acclimated with her new position, a short time for the alraune to rebuild some of its arousal in Neri’s affections, before truly fucking its semi-bound prey. “MMMHhhhhh! Hhhhmmmmuuhhh…!” the big bug cried out through the sudden onset of thrusting, and her muffled moans only decreased with the degree of her partner’s vigour. The Shadow Demon did attempt to continue some of her own actions, but it was token; strokes against the vine in her hand were haphazardly interrupted by the reflexive tightening and movement of her grip, while its counterpart lacked the dexterity to cause any pleasure without too much risk of pain… and the tendril in her mouth was, outside of the occasional lap, completely forgotten about against the trio of vines steadily pounding against a knot of physical need, the increasingly rapid assault sending waves of numbing heat she could feel from the end of her arms to the tip of her tail. There was no denying that her lover had her teetering near the edge of orgasm; the question was if, when and how it would bring it about. After all, it was the alraune’s turn with the reigns…
