Heirs of St. Valyssa Pt. 04

The three large, muscular demons from before appeared quickly out from behind pillars, and bore the lounge chair away, with Sable and Vespera still intertwined upon it. Scantily-clad, winged dancers began to occupy the empty space. A low murmur began at the table, as conversations began to pick back up. Trajan tried to steal a quick glance at Lady Amara. She was smiling and laughing at some remark Lord Astaroth had made.

Trajan's palms began to sweat; he was unsure how he could even begin a conversation with the woman seated at his right, let alone ask her permission for his companions to proceed through their realm. He breathed heavily, and began heavily focusing on the food set before him. He awkwardly wondered why Lady Amara did not have wings or a tail. Perhaps she is only a demon-spawn, and not fully a demon?

Lady Amara's delicate hand grasped his forearm. Like all demon-spawn, the Lady's skin was quite warm. If she'd been human, Trajan would have suspected a fever; René had once informed him that this was merely a trait of his kind. And why demon-spawn generally wore loose, revealing clothing.

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir Trajan." Lady Amara's voice was low, soft and clear.

It would be discourteous not to look at her while speaking. But Trajan fully believed that that thought and reason were likely to leave him if he looked at her for too long; he focused on his platter.

"And you, Lady Amara."

"Please. Amara; Father and I prefer that only our servants and subjects use our titles."

"Very well. Amara... I am grateful for your father's hospitality towards us."

"Of course, Sir Trajan... It is Father's will and custom that those who reach our palace are offered anything that they so desire."

Despite her bright tone, there was a veiled threat behind those words. Felix had warned him; If a demon is speaking, they want something from you. Don't accept anything a demon offers.

The demoness rested her palm on Trajan's arm and continued, "My servants have told me that you have desired nothing while you've stayed here. You've only taken what is your right as a passing traveler, and not a thing more... Why is that?"

Trajan frowned at Amara's hand, expressing his disapproval of her touch, and continuing his refusal to meet her gaze, "I do not wish to be a rude guest, Amara... We are sent here by Saint Valyssa on a sacred mission to recover an artifact from Lord Ba'al. We only wish to pass through your father's realm on our way to Ba'al."

Trajan felt the tip of Amara's finger under his chin. She gently tilted his gaze upward to meet hers. Her smile was like a hazy summer sunset, her tone was languid and deliberate. Trajan felt a pull on his mind, like a gentle, warm current. She was using some kind of suggestive magic on him. She was a demon, co-ruler of the Realm of Desire; if she wanted, she could have drowned Trajan's free will with an undeniable surge of demanding enchantment. Trajan closed his eyes, and pushed back against the stream of Amara's will. This gentle pull and tugging at his consciousness seemed to be nothing more than Amara's annoyance that Trajan wouldn't look at her.

"Tell me more about this sacred mission, Sir Trajan."

That was no secret. They had freely shared the details of their mission with others on their journey; no harm to be done in telling Amara what they had done, and what they planned to do in Ba'al's realm. No doubt, Lord Astaroth's spies had already reported on that anyway. Before he knew it, Trajan had the Lady transfixed on the story of their journey thus far. She eagerly plied him again and again for his stories of his valor, of Arannis' skill with the arcane, of René's cunning and of Felix's unwavering conviction.

By the time Trajan was done, their dinner had long sat cold before them. Astaroth was nowhere to be seen. For that matter, most of the great hall had been emptied. Yet, Amara sat next to Trajan, her eyes wide with excitement as he finished recounting how they had fought their way past the guards of The Realm of Avarice, and found themselves, tired, bruised and hungry, at the doors of Astaroth's palace.

With a wide grin, the lady spoke, "Well. I understand now, Trajan, why it is so important for you to keep yourself to your mission. My father has, unfortunately, succumbed to the wiles of one his favorite courtesans. I don't think it would be wise to disturb him, and ask for his blessing to continue."

Amara stood up, and offered her hand to Trajan, "I'll help you Trajan. And there's only one thing I'm going to ask for, in return."

Trajan looked up at the woman and blinked slowly. He still felt that current in his mind, like something pulling him towards her. His story was done, and he felt tired now. Unsure of how much wine he'd drunk, or how heavy that mental current actually was. He took her hand, and shakily rose to his feet.

Lady Amara pulled him close, almost grinding her body against his. He leaned into her, enjoying the warmth of her skin and the softness of her flesh. His pants began to feel uncomfortably tight; he wanted to adjust himself, but Amara slipped her arm around his waist and made that impossible. He felt her lips on his ear, and expected more of the soft, alto tone like Gloria's voice. Instead, she hissed and uttered a curse in the harsh, infernal tongue of the lower realms. Too late to counter her spell, Trajan felt the magic burn through his body. He stumbled away from her with an angry scowl on his face,

"What was that, witch!?"

Lady Amara held up her hands, palms forward, "No tricks, Sir Trajan."

Trajan's chest heaved with fear and suspicion. She had cast a spell, or tried to cast one, on him. That was certain. He was of Holy Blood; he knew magic when he saw it. His hand reached down towards his sword and he began to utter the first syllable of his own offensive incantation.

Amara made no attempt to approach him, "There are no tricks here, sir Trajan. Please, listen."

Trajan hesitated. He knew his life would be forfeit, and so would Felix, René and Arannis' if he spilled her blood. The spell he had partially cast weighed heavily on his tongue, as though it were straining, urging his lips to move and loose it. He gritted his teeth against the impulse, and allowed Amara to speak.

"The Rules say that I cannot offer you anything while you are intoxicated."

She spoke slowly and placed a heavy emphasis on every syllable of intoxicated. As though she was stalling. No... She was giving him time to come to his full awareness. Trajan took a deep breath and assessed himself... The mental current was gone, the alcoholic haze from the wine was gone. His feet were steady; he felt alert, as though he had rested well. He exhaled, and dismissed the gathered energy of his half-intoned spell. Trajan began to flush with embarrassment; he straightened himself out, and loosened his grip on his sword.

"Good." she said, smiling, "Now that your mind is clear, and your will is your own, Sir Trajan. I'm going to offer you a deal."

Trajan's suspicion was still strong. He steeled himself; no matter how beautiful and seductive her charms, he would not fall for this. He would not give information on The Empress, or his family. He would not be dissuaded from his mission or compromise his honor for a single night of carnal pleasure.

Amara extended her arm towards him, "Tomorrow, I will present your need before my Father, Lord Astaroth. I'll keep details of your mission sacred and secret from him. I will beg him, as a favor to me, to allow you to pass through his gates and into Ba'al's realm."

Trajan eyed her warily, "And, in exchange for this?"

"You will keep me company, and warm my bed tonight."

Trajan felt as though the wind had been taken from his sails. She had caught him off-guard; surely the night with her would have been the prize dangled before him? Why would she offer them her aid? These questions roiled around in his while she took his hand, and led him away from the banquet hall.

Even as they were alone in Amara's private bedchambers, Trajan still felt a fearful tension. He half-flinched at her every touch and moment. Despite the longing ache in his cock, he couldn't quite dismiss his sense of trepidation. Amara sighed as she slid her black dress off, revealing the fullness of her naked form. Trajan watched her breasts bounce lightly into place as the demon removed the corset that had held her bosom at an unnatural, upward angle. He couldn't help but notice the ripple of muscle in her shoulders, and the toned firmness of the muscle beneath her breast. She touched Trajan's chest, then slid her hands downward to his belt buckle.

"Lets get this out of the way."

Trajan felt apprehensive about Amara disarming him, and tossing his sword to the side. He moved to stop her, then jerked his hand clumsily away. Amara noticed his hesitation, and stepped back. Trajan scrambled to catch his pants, which now hung loose, and threatened to fall.

Amara took the same pose she'd taken earlier in the banquet hall, though, this time, Trajan could see the well-shaped muscles in her thighs. She held her hands outward towards him, as though to display that she was naked, and entirely unarmed.

"If I wanted to hurt you, Trajan, I would not have brought you to my private rooms."

Trajan grasped at reasons not to trust what was happening. Endless words of warning flowed through his mind, as though spoken by Brother Felix himself.

Don't trust a demon, Trajan. They always want something from you.

Trajan fought his own desire, forcing it down and willing his cock to do the same. He struggled to steady his mind, and deliberately looked away from the beautiful demoness. Finally, he gasped, almost painfully.

"What... Do you want... From me?"

Lady Amara looked genuinely confused at the question. Almost angry.

"An orgasm, and a thick cock buried deep inside my cunt?"

Could that really be it? Could that really be all that she wants from me? Trajan's throat ran dry as he searched for a way to respond.

Amara's face softened, "Relax, Sir Trajan. If you're concerned about what the gossips at court might have to say, then tell them you succumbed only to most fierce wiles of The Succubus Queen, Amara."

Trajan closed his eyes and considered that thought. Why am I afraid? Why am I hesitating when she is so willingly offering herself to me? He felt an unexpected warmth; his eyes snapped open, and he found Amara inches away, with a lustful smile on her lips. Would there really be a stain upon my honor if I give in to this woman?

"I'm not going to keep desperately throwing myself at you like a cheap wench... With the snap of my fingers, I can have any other man in this palace tonight. Right now, I want you, Sir Trajan." She glanced away, towards the door, " That could change quickly."

As much as Trajan wanted to heed Felix's warning, the priest's words of composure were far away. And Amara was here. Trajan let his pants fall to the floor, and embraced her warm body.

He pressed his lips against hers, and felt her tongue surging into his mouth. Their tongues began sliding over each other in eager exploration. Trajan felt her reach down, wrapping her long fingers around his cock with a practiced ease. She murmured approval at his girth, and began to draw it out in slow, deliberate waves. He started running his fingers through her black, silky hair and kissing along her neck. Her breath came out in slow gasps as his lips sucked at her sensitive neck. He was surprised to find goosebumps along her well-defined shoulders. He began thrusting into her hand, and she hummed her approval in his ear.

"Let me take care of that."

She said, glancing down at his swollen, ready cock. She sank down to a squatting position, and looked up at him while she slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft. A jolt of pleasure shot through Trajan's body, as his precum began to wet the end of his cock. Amara licked at it, and drew circles with the tip of her tongue. Trajan shivered and then felt her mouth welcome him inside. Amara only gave him a few glorious thrusts of pleasure, before she slid back and stood up again.

She slid her fingers along his wet cock and pressed her tits into him, "I told you, I want that that thick cock in my pussy tonight."

He took her hand, and walked her to the overly large bed. Trajan pushed her lightly; she fell dramatically onto the blankets, and spread her legs in welcome. But it was his turn to tease her.

He rested his face between her thighs, and marveled at the beauty opened up before him. He traced his fingers lightly along her thigh muscles, once again, appreciating their strength and tone, before settling between her open lips. He started massaging her in rhythmic circles, drawing out precious moans, and a tantalizing wetness that would soon engulf him. He saw her entrance tense and flex as his hands guided her along towards her pleasure. Her back began to arch, and her moans grew louder. Out of habit, he thought to caution her against making too much noise, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Who is going to care that Lady Amara of the Carnal Realm is being pleasured?

Her hips rose again towards his face, and Trajan could not resist giving her pussy a long, slow kiss. Her smell and taste was intoxicating. He felt dazed, and excited to see what else he could cause her body to do. He licked at her clit, kissed it and sucked lightly. She was so wet and slick, his fingers almost slid inside on their own. He felt her hand reach under his arm, and pull him face to face with her. Her eyes were wild, almost crazed with hunger.

"Inside me. Now."

Trajan obeyed Amara's command. His willingness was almost a match for hers. Her hips rose to meet his, and his cock was embraced inside her warmth. She moaned long and loud as he thrust his full length deep within her. When he pulled back for another thrust, she grabbed him, and pulled him inside again. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling his body tight against hers. Every movement seemed to draw out more of her desire. He felt her body squeezing at him with enthusiastic intent. He thrust again, and again, and again. Enjoying each sound, each wave that brought him closer and closer to the pleasure her body had promised him. He could feel the pressure of orgasm beginning to build.

Her legs held him still while she stroked his face. Trajan strained to thrust again, but found that Amara's thighs had a surprising strength. She held him still, though her eyes still had a half-crazed look of desire.

"Mmmm. I want you to fuck me the way that demons fuck."

Trajan's cock throbbed, almost in protest to the sudden halt of movement and pleasure. Amara sensed his confusion.

"I'll be on my hands and knees, and you'll be behind me... Have you ever done that?"

Trajan shook his head. As Amara grinned, she gripped him with her pussy, "You're going to LOVE this."

Amara pushed Trajan off and out of her, then rolled over into a crawling position. She arced her belly toward the bed, and angled her pussy towards him, once again offering the pleasures of her body.

Trajan knelt on his knees behind her, and felt her hand guide him inside. She moaned ecstatically as he pushed his way in, exploring and feeling her in a newfound way. He squeezed her firm, rounded ass, then moved to hold her slim, strong waist. Her body gripped him completely as he gave her the fullness of his length. He felt her squeeze and moan, and realized she was touching herself while he began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body and washed away all thought, except the urge to thrust again. He ran his hands up her waist, and bent over low so he could reach her soft tits. She leaned back into him as he did this, hungry to feel his cock inside her again. He pinched at her nipples, and enjoyed the fresh wetness that slid over him. Trajan leaned back up, and reached back inside with his full, pulsing length.

Amara's breaths began to come in rapid, ragged gasps. Her entire body was straining against the rising tide of her own pleasure. Her pussy squeezed Trajan's cock with a fierce intensity.

"When I... When I come. I want... I want you to thrust harrrd."

Her voice was sharp and tense, as though it was a great struggle to speak. Trajan realized he was not far behind her. If he did as she begged him... He would be done. Their pleasure would be ended. Her body beckoned him inside for another thrust. He knew how badly he wanted to lose himself to this pleasure. He felt a sudden, almost constricting grip around his cock and another rush of wetness. Amara's sharp moans made Trajan's body thrust as hard and fast as it could. Again and again. Her moans rose and fell with his thrusts. He felt a smaller, second wave of her body tensing around his, and then his own burst of wild pleasure. He throbbed deep inside of her, filling her warm body with his seed. She made a low, satisfied moaning sound as Trajan gave one last, desperate thrust before he was truly finished.