Found And Lost - Ch. 02

"I'm just kidding, Aaron." Her voice still had the same silken quality, but this time it was joined by saccharine notes that reminded him of a sour green apple covered in far too much caramel.

"Wha..." He stammered as her grip on his arms tightened slightly and she began to pull him back towards the table the box had sat on. He felt paralysed, his fingers numb, his legs only working on autopilot so he wouldn't fall on his face.

"Who.. who are you? How do you know my name?" She was no hallucination, that was for sure. Had someone dressed up and broken in? No, that was more ridiculous than hallucinations. Her golden eyes turned to him again. She had no right to be this beautiful, it made him lightheaded.

"You can call me Lust." Her saccharine voice filtered into his auditory system, short circuiting his mind. Lust? Like the sin?

"And I know your name because you spilled your blood for us, making an offering. Summoning us." Her tongue lashed over her plump bottom lip, refreshing the oilslick shine and sending a shudder down his back.

His unsaid questions went unanswered as his butt hit the seat of the armchair again, this time in a whole different context. He swallowed thickly as he observed the naked, well, demon - he supposed - towering over him.

Her bright pink skin looked soft and warm and inviting, as did her amused smile and those intensely observant golden eyes, focused on him. Heat flooded his cheeks at the implications of her naked body being so close to him, possibility after possibility flashing to the forefront of his mind like a zoetrope.

It made him feel dizzy, disoriented, and while the blush grew deeper in colour, the images grew darker in their subject matter as his blood was redirected towards his quickly hardening cock. She was just so pretty, it was unfair. He wanted her, craved her in a way, like the way he craved food after a long day when skipping his lunch break.

Lust smirked as the effects of her smoke started settling in. She could see it in the widening of his pupils, the slackening of his jaw and the stirring in his pants as she manoeuvred him around to her liking. The smoke had indeed not all just been for show, the aphrodisiacs doing their work and getting him ready and pliant.

She had watched it trickle into him via his hurried little panicked breaths. So fun! Another giggle tumbled from her lips as she slid her right knee in between his hip and the armrest, mirroring the movement on the other side. Her tail swished past his knees as he stared up at her with a mixture of shock and desire, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Lust?" He squeaked, finally voicing his query in a single whimpered word. Laughter was his only answer as she guided his hands onto the armrests before her own slid upwards to rest them around his neck so she could look down at him with mockingly pouting, full lips.

"Yes, that's me. The embodiment of Lust, the cardinal sin or whatever nonsense you humans came up with. Just because you guys made these arbitrary rules that it's not okay to have fuuuun." She wiggled side to side on "fun", her breasts swaying the opposite way to her body.

"Doesn't mean I have to be bad. Though, you'll probably think I am by the time I'm done with you. Speaking of! Let's get started!" Lust grinned widely, her top row of white teeth accentuated with longer canines than humans normally had.

"Started? Started on what?" The man below her inquired breathlessly, his body reacting beautifully against the effects of her dramatic entrance. Previous summoners had been stoic, trying to act as though it didn't affect them, but it was always so much more fun when her and the others got a reactive one!

"Oh, Aaron. I am Lust. Even you can put two and two together, right? Do you want us to play with you? Sexually?" She shook her head mockingly, long lashes brushing her cheeks as she closed them in feigned disappointment. When they settled on him again, Aaron's jaw tensed.

It was clear rejection was on the tip of his tongue. But she was patient. His poor little human mind would soon come to the correct conclusion, however it got there. Amused at the cogs turning within his mind behind those big, confused brown eyes, her head tilted to one side, onyx locks falling over her shoulder and curling around her breast as her golden eyes sized him up like the prey he was to her.

His eyes roamed over her soft, inviting pink skin, supple curves, those luscious full lips and those intensely golden eyes. Her tail whipped past his knees, causing his thighs to tense up. So skittish. Adorable.

She could tell he was thinking hard and hard from thinking, throbbing in his boxers, the head pressed tightly against the fabric, creating a raised area in his pants as well. After what felt like an eternity to her, and with a pained expression, likely reluctance, he seemed to have come to a conclusion.

Would any man pass up an opportunity to have literal demons have their way with him?

No.

They had shaped themselves into the form their summoner liked most while still having their own identifiable features, but they were still his fantasies come to life.

Mostly.

He nodded his assent and her grin widened. Consent always made everything more delicious.

"Good boy," she praised, causing his face to flush even darker again. Lust observed him as he tried to slide his hands to his pants to undo them, only to find them stuck where Lust had placed them on the armchair.

"What the..." he muttered, frowning at his immobile hands, snapping his head back up to Lust as she giggled her little sweet and sour tinkle of laughter. He tried again, only to find his palms stuck to the fabric of the armchair.

"Oh darling, don't even worry about it. Let Lust take care of you." The hellion murmured, letting her hands slide slowly from around his neck, over his collarbones, down his chest and stomach.

Everywhere her fingers touched, his clothing disappeared in a blurry wave, as if someone had taken an eraser and deleted stripes of clothing wherever her hands glided over his body sensually.

He swallowed thickly as his body was revealed to her more and more with each swipe of her hands. Lust's breath caught in her throat as his boxers disappeared, letting his cock jump up excitedly, a drop of precum already glistening at its flaring tip.

"Oh, look how ready you are for me, so eager! Do you like being immobilised and stripped, Aaron?" A giggle tinkled out from her as his lips parted to answer her, a maroon blush darkening his cheeks.

"Oh, no, no. I know you like it, dirty boy." She cooed, sliding slightly backwards over his thighs to give herself more room to play, more room to wreck his little mind.

Aaron's chest jumped with a gasp as her fingers wrapped around his heated shaft. "Ahh!" His hips flexed, pushing his cock deeper into the hollow her palm and fingers had made.

It was no surprise that he would be eager, she had counted on it. The smoke of her entrance show had enhanced his sensitivity and raised his arousal levels. Just a little trick to get her prey ready for her.

The surprise at his own reaction was clear on his face, raised eyebrows, widened eyes, his mouth agape and flicking between her face and her hand around him.

"Don't worry, darling. We haven't even started yet." Lust leaned in closer, causing Aaron's head to tilt back, his lips pursing slightly as though expecting a kiss, which only made her giggle and nip his protruding bottom lip instead.

"Oh!" His hands nearly ripped themselves off the armrests as he twitched bodily once Lust's hand started moving. She grinned as his head fell back against the armchair. The way his hips twitched up towards her hand on the rhythm of her strokes was exhilarating, like his body was screaming for her attention. She could only imagine his cute butt cheeks clenching as she felt his thighs flexing beneath her own, his breath escaping him in short pants already.

"So sensitive~" She taunted, swiping her thumb over his glans, spreading the bead of precum gathered there over the smooth, heated skin.

"Ahh-hah" was the only reply she got as the curse put upon him let her know the exact pace he liked to be stroked at.

"Oh fuuuuck."

She bit her lip at the adorable little noises he was making for her, and that only by her dry hand stroking him. Her thighs tightened against his for a moment at the pang of arousal that went through her as she imagined just how desperate and loud he might get further into this.

Delightful.

"That's it, relax into it, it's going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better." Lust giggled, leaning in by his ear. Feeling his gasps hit her ear, his muscles tensing beneath her was exhilarating. She hadn't felt this in far too long, someone at her complete mercy, wanting, needing her to bring them to completion.

She felt him tense rhythmically and waited until the very last moment, when the twitching of his cock was at its peak, before pulling her hand away from him, giggling softly by the side of his head as he whined and convulsed. His balls pulled up close to his body, the head of his cock flaring as it bobbed up and down, seeking an orgasm that had gone denied.

"Nooo~"

"No? Oh no! Did you want that orgasm? Oh, that's just too bad, isn't it, Aaron?" Lust jeered, giving his earlobe a nip before pulling away again, watching his squirming form. His brows were furrowed, mouth open and panting, his brown eyes looking pleadingly up at her. Oh he was delicious.

His breath stuttered as his hips bucked against her futilely. "Please." He gasped, eyes glazed over with lust and desire. Exactly how she wanted him. She pouted mockingly at him and patted his cheek.

"Breathe, calm down, otherwise we'll have to stop entirely. You don't want that, do you? Nooo~ You don't." She laughed as he shook his head rapidly and took a few calming breaths.

"Good, good." Lust purred, bringing her hand up to her face. A long, pointed tongue lolled out of her mouth, running along her palm to moisten it. She glanced sidelong at Aaron as he gaped at her actions, causing her to snicker again.

"Round two." A cry of surprise left Aaron as her fingers wrapped around his cock again, hips bucking feverishly as the warm wetness surrounded it. Soft squelching sounds emanated from her hand as she stroked him, pulling gasps and high pitched moans from him at the punishing pace.

"Wa-a-ait, you're- it's- I'm not rea-ha-dy, too so-ohhn!!" He groaned out, ending in a pained squeal as his sensitive, denied cock was assaulted with sensations. His hands pulled and tugged at the fabric of the armchair, but he was well and truly stuck. His hips bucked futilely, held down by her gorgeous pink thighs, those golden eyes fixed on his flushed, strained face.

Her eyes feasted upon him as his jaw clenched, brows furrowed and his chest arched away from the back of the armchair as he tried to thrust into her hand in search of the orgasm that had previously been denied to him.

"Oh god-" he hiccupped. "Oh god pleaaase!"

Two slick strokes later, Lust pulled her hand away again, making Aaron whine and squirm, abs clenching and relaxing as his body sought the pleasure it had been promised.

"Fffuck. Fuck." He whimpered, slamming the back of his head against the soft, cushioned back of the armchair.

Lust smirked down at him, using her other hand to tilt his head up so he would look up at her, a snarl curling his lips away from his teeth, only serving to widen her grin. "Begging to god won't help you, Aaron," she tutted. "There is no god here, just me, your dear friend Lust."

With each word, her finger tapped the bundle of nerves on the underside of his glans, making his dick twitch away from her slick finger, only to land right back on it, making it twitch again.

He took a shuddering breath to try to calm himself down as he looked up at her, his desperation and anger turning into something more pleading. "Please, Lust."

"Oooh! That's better! Almost there, a little bit more respect." She cajoled, stroking him once again. His muscles tensed as she did, poised like a tightly coiled spring with the aim to outsmart her devious ministrations.

Of course, he failed, shuddering and shaking against the armchair, eyes rolling back into his head as he was denied for a third time. "Fuck!"

"No, no. No fucking. Lust isn't about satisfaction. Lust is about yearning, want, desire, the need for pleasure, pleasure itself, not the aftermath. That's when Lust disappears. Ever heard of post-nut clarity?" She explained as she worked him up again. it didn't take long as the poor man below her quivered at her expert handling of his cock. It was easy when the curse whispered to her what he liked, how close he was, what he needed, what he wanted.

"Please, ma'am, please. I can't. I ca-ha-an't!" Aaron moaned, his voice hoarse on the whined "can't".

Lust smiled widely at him. "Oh good boy! So much nicer to show some respect. Just for that I'll refresh your lubricant." She taunted, pulling her hand off him. The saliva had dried up with the relentless stroking and she wouldn't want to risk poor Aaron to get rugburn from a hand job.

"Oh my god." He whispered breathily, eyes wide, pupils dilated as the demoness reached between her legs. She dipped her fingers between her swollen lips. Aaron's mouth filled with saliva at the sight, followed by a thick swallow as he stared, enraptured by the motions of her hand while she slid her fingers over her swollen clit for a few breath-taking moments before pulling her hand away, now slick with her own juices.

"Ohhh my gooood," he moaned out, shivers coursing throughout his body. "Oh, please, please, please! Ma'am!" He added the honorific belatedly, squirming in the seat, panting in rapture as those slender, pink fingers wrapped around his length again, feeling the renewed wetness, so much better than her saliva. His breath left him in short little pants, face flushed, eyes glazed over as he beheld her unnatural, hellish beauty.

Her head tilted as she observed his reaction, chest rising and falling rapidly, hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed, body taut. What a sight to behold.

Gorgeous.

Then she started stroking him again. The reaction was immediate; an animalistic cry of "Yespleasema'amohgodpleaseIneedit!" paired with his thighs flexing and straining under her, jaw clenched tightly.

The embodiment of lust, want, need desire. It wasn't her anymore, she had placed all that made her the demon she was into him and turned him into this needy, desperate mess of wanton desire. Beauty itself. He was a work of art that she had carefully crafted.

So she continued, bringing him to the very edge over and over, muscles screaming to be released, jaw clenching so hard she thought he might break a tooth, pulling and tugging at his hands to finish the job himself as he pleaded and begged and spat and shouted at her, until there was nothing left of him but to take what she gave him and accept his fate to never cum.

Yet even as his mind gave into her, his body still craved the pleasure she was keeping from him, sore muscles flexing and tensing as her devilish hands kept bringing him to the very edge only to stop. She continued pulling whimpers and whines from him, long past the point of being able to form words. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he petulantly whined, bucking at the same time as he tried to fuck the air to no avail.

His cock was bright red, pulsing, slick with her juices and his own precum. He didn't think he had ever wanted anything more than to cum in his entire life, it was the only thing he could think of, his only singular desire in this godforsaken world under her weight on his lap.

"Pl..." his lips formed, looking up at his goddess through tear-filled eyes. His body was sore, his cock hurt with how hard it had been for so long. "... ease..."

Lust smiled down at him kindly. She had him exactly where she wanted him, at this point he would probably agree to anything she would ask of him, and it was for the best. It would make everything so much easier on him if he agreed to their terms.

"Of course, darling." She cooed, leaning down to press her lips to his. He arched into it, desperate for any modicum of mercy on her part, moaning whorishly into the kiss, brows furrowing as though she was bestowing the greatest of pleasures upon him.

"A-anyth-thing." He whispered as she pulled away again, another sob wracking him. "Oh I know, sweetheart. Here's the deal I'll make with you. You'll get to cum tonight, if I take away your ability to cum in between our visits. Once all of us have visited, you can cum freely again. How's that sound?"

Aaron didn't need to think about it, couldn't think about it, his head was already nodding before he could even register the deal he was agreeing to. Lust's eyes darkened and a grin formed on her beautiful face. "Good boy, Aaron." She praised, wrapping her fingers around him once again, pulling a strangled cry from him as his whole body convulsed, on the edge after just a singular stroke from her deft fingers.

"Oh ma'am, oh goddess, please. Oh fuck!" He found his voice again as she stroked him again, high pitched whining noises tearing from his throat as his hips bucked wildly. Lust giggled as she saw the tension building within him. So many edges had made it almost difficult for him to be pushed over the edge he was teetering on, but nothing she couldn't handle.

"Good. Cum for me." She demanded, her hand sliding along his cock in a single stroke and let go again.

"No! Noooohhmygod, please, oh no!!" Aaron cried as his body convulsed the searing pain of denial coursing through him, his orgasm so close by yet so far away. He sobbed, squirming as his body betrayed him and jet after jet of steaming cum spurted from the tip of his cock.

The usual pleasure that came with it was instead agony, mind buzzing with crazed need even as his body betrayed him. This wasn't what was promised! It wasn't fair!. He struggled as the hot cum splattered over his chest twice before being reduced down to a drizzle as his cock twitched and pulsed in denied ruin.

"You-you said-!" He slammed his head back against the armchair in frustration, legs tensing and stretching as he grit his teeth in need. "Fuck!" His cock pulsed in denied ruin, still pleading for a true orgasm despite having spent itself on his stomach and chest, the last dribble running down the red and angry length.

"You came, didn't you?" Lust inquired, running a long, slender finger through the white gloop forming a streak over Aaron's belly. "You should thank me, really. You understand our deal?"

Aaron's head fell back against the armchair as his hips twitched uselessly, exposing the column of his throat to her. It made her want to leave her marks all over him. "Ye-yes ma'am," he whispered, closing his eyes as he tried to breathe through it. "Thank you ma'am."

"There's a good boy." Lust purred, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. He couldn't help but lean into it, looking up at him pleadingly. She smiled kindly, then let him go again.

"You were so much fun! Get some water and food in you, and get some sleep. We will most likely stick to one visit per week, but you never know with Sloth or Pride. They're in their own world." She explained, then got up off him and dissipated in smoke.

"Wa-wait!" Aaron called, expecting his hands to still be stuck to the armchair but they came off as though they had never been stuck together.

"What the.." His hand shot to his cock, hips bucking as he rutted into his hand, desperate moans echoing through the empty room as he tried to bring himself an orgasm, only for him to reach the edge and ride it. He rode it for what felt like eternity before realising that was as far as he would be going.

"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!" He cried out, slamming his fists down against the arms of the armchair. "Fucking BITCH!" He sobbed and squirmed in his seat, unsatisfied and broken.