Perverts 'R' Us

A New Beginning

By Danyealle ( oral, anal, rom )

After Marcus and Arkady had grabbed a change of clothes they left with the ladies and Mortichi, leaving Dani and Darious alone for the first time for months. Sitting in the living room, they each had a drink, looking at each other. For the first time in his whole existence both here on Earth and in Hell, Darious didn't know what to say. He was like a tongue-tied human teenager alone with the girl he had a mad crush on. She was still the same person that had been with him so long, despite the physical changes she had gone through, but he was different and with that he didn't know what to say. There was so much he wanted to tell her, to explain for the first time but he didn't know how to start or where to begin.

Sitting in his chair he looked at her. She was sitting cross-legged on the coffee table in front of him, smiling. Taking a deep breath, he said the first thing that came to mind, "I love you, Danyealle." It was soft and without the normal commanding force that his voice usually contained.

Giving him a soft smile that extended to her eyes, she said back, "I know Darious. I've known that for a very long time. I love you too."

Leaning forward a bit, he took one of her small hands in his and gave it a light squeeze, "I know you knew but it feels great to finally be able to say it to you. To give voice and truly, for the first time, be able to tell you and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it what it is and to truly understand the depths of what that word encompasses."

Sitting his drink down he took her other hand in his and looked deep into her eyes, "Danyealle, I love you and there is no depths I wouldn't go for you, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you, nothing I wouldn't give up for you. I would fight Lucifer himself if that is what is required to keep you in my life."

Looking down, he frowned slightly, a sigh of the turmoil of emotions, none of which he was used to and most foreign to him, as he tried to sort through them and grope for the right words to make her understand when he, himself, did not. Sighing, unable to really sort them he looked back at her and just let it flow and hoped she would understand him,

"When it looked like I was going to lose you forever, I realized that nothing means as much to me as you do, nothing. Not who or what I am, not Hell, not Heaven, not wealth, not power, nothing. There is nothing in this world or anywhere else that could come close to you. Nothing. All the power I have in this world and in Hell means nothing to me anymore, only you do. Only you, Danyealle. I can live without all that other stuff, but I can't and don't want to live without you."

Smiling a bit, he said to her, softly, "Of all the beings I've met over the centuries, you are the one that wanted nothing from me except that which costs nothing, my love. You didn't want my power, money, connections, nothing but me. The real me, not what I pretended to be. You wanted Lord Darious Mooksoon, the demon. More than that, never, since the time we first met, were you ever scared of me. Never. Who and what I am never frightened you. Knowing exactly what I am you still fell in love with me. Knowing what I am, you still held me, cuddled on me, loved me, never once did it bother you. Never once did any of that give you pause. Your love for me was unconditional. Nothing could ever change that. You've protected me, loved me, cared for my feelings and even helped to keep up my image when I let it slip. No one else would do that for me, only you."

Sliding out of his chair, keeping a hold of her hands, he knelt down in front of her and looked her in the eyes. "Danyealle, I am yours until the end of time. For all eternity, I am yours. I denounced Hell for you. I gave you everything I own. I even gave you myself. All because I could not bear to live without you. It's all yours, Danyealle, all of it."

She opened her mouth to say something but he put a finger on her lips to shush her so he could continue. "None of it means anything to me anymore. All that matters is you are still here with me. All that matters is that I still have you in my life. That is the only thing that matters to me anymore. Nothing else. I am your slave, Danyealle, totally and completely, bound not by chains or force but by the silken bonds of your love. That is stronger than any chains anywhere. Wholly and completely, I am bound to you forever. I don't know what power gave me that option, but I am glad it did. Without it I could not feel what I am and would never be able to tell you. But I can, I can tell you. I love you Danyealle, with all my heart and soul. With every ounce of my being, I love you." He could feel his eyes burn and they filled with tears.

Sliding her hands out of his she cupped his cheeks and smiled at him, "I've always known you loved me, Darious. Every time I fed of you, I could feel it. I don't want anything from you other than that. Power, money, none of that matters to me, as you well know. From this point forward, I guess we hold each other's strings. I have been wholly yours for a long time now and always will be. So I guess it is mutual from this point forward. As for your possessions, they don't matter, all that matters is that I am with you." Leaning forward, she kissed him tenderly, sliding her hand into his hair and cupping the back of his head, holding him to her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close, devouring her mouth with his. He knew she understood what he had told her, he also knew that because of what she was and drank his blood she probably knew better than he what he felt for her. But he wanted to show her, almost as if he had to prove it to her. But he didn't know how. However, there was one thing he did better than any being on the planet. Giving pleasure, and that was what he intended to give her, pure unadulterated pleasure by making love to her, slowly and tenderly, not something he normally did, but it was something he was very capable of when he so desired. At this moment, that is what he was going to do, and in the act of ultimate pleasure and closeness, through his actions he was going to show her the only way he knew how what he felt for her.

Ever so gently, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms, like the groom carrying the bride over the threshold, and carried her up to their bedroom, kissing her and stroking her the whole way.

Sitting her on the edge of the bed, he knelt down before her and slowly removed the clothes she was wearing, touching, caressing and stroking her as he did, hearing her breath quicken and seeing her skin start to flush. When she was nude, he stood and took a step back, then started to disrobe. When he was done, he looked her in the eyes and slowly shifted to full demon, eyes never leaving hers while he did. Even without the palpable presence of evil that had always surrounded him like a cloak, this form was still as impressive as always, both his cocks standing straight out in front of him like daggers.

She looked up at him, licking her lips, eyes half-shut, body already quivering in anticipation. Stepping back to her, Darious knelt down between her legs and ran his hands ever so gently up her inner thighs, feeling the flesh prickle under his touch and hearing her soft gasp.

Leaning forward a little, he kissed her as softly and tenderly as he knew how, being mindful of his fangs, his hands softly caressing her inner thighs. Slowly, he kissed his way down her neck, softly dragging his lips and fangs over her sensitive flesh, hearing her moan softly and feeling her hands clutching tighter onto his shoulders. He kissed his way down her chest, between her breasts then over her stomach until his face was between her parted thighs. Her body was covered with a soft glaze of sweat and she was panting heavily, her skin flushed pink.

Looking up at her from between her legs he smiled, his fangs glinting, "I may not know how to show with actions what I feel for you, Danyealle, but there is one thing I can do better than any other being, and I intend to do it. But not as the form that everyone thinks I am - in my true form, the demon."

Leaning back on her elbows, she drew her legs up and put her feet on the foot board, letting her legs fall wide apart, he looked down at her, chest heaving, licking her lips, eyes locked on him.

Smiling up at her, he then winked and ever so gently nipped the inside of her right thigh. Then he kissed the small red spot he had left before dragging his tongue upwards until he reached her crotch. Shifting around, he propped her thighs on his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, licking all over the outside of it, teasing the little bud of her clit with the fork at the end of his tongue. This was the first indication to him that here, as well, aged too and had changed slightly.

He didn't do this often for her, but when he did he didn't get nearly the intense reaction he was getting now. Sure it felt good, and she wiggled and squirmed around, but now she had an almost death grip on his head and was arched up off the bed, quivering madly, grinding her crotch on his face, and moaning loudly. Add to that the fact that now she tasted differently. Always before she had tasted like any normal human. Sure they all tasted slightly different, but it was all basically the same, now. However, she didn't taste like that, it was different, like a sweet taste that also was highly arousing. The smell was different, too. It was a more enhanced version of the scent he smelled on her earlier. It filled his nostrils, making them flair wide open and seemed to score a direct hit in the pleasure centers of the brain, making both of his members throb madly and twitch involuntarily.

Reaching up he parted her lips with two fingers and let his prehensile tongue snake inside, wiggling it around until he felt the small bump that was her g-spot. Then, he slowly started to rub his tongue over it, back and forth, while one of his fingers started to rub in small circles around her clit.

Her nails dug into his scalp and she moaned his name, loudly, over and over, grinding her pussy onto his face, her whole body quivering as if a live electrical current was running through it. Eyes tightly shut, she bucked and wiggled all over, unable to stop. Yes, she had this done to her before, but NEVER had it felt so good! It was like a rush of pure pleasure throughout her body that she never wanted to stop. Never before had the feelings been so INTENSE, for lack of a better word.

Darious, the master that he was at all things sexual, had always given her the utmost in pleasure in all its forms, but nothing he had done in the past compared to this. Her whole body was consumed in a conflagration of the most intense feelings she had ever experienced. Normally she had a good deal of self-control over her release and when it would happen, not as good as Darious', but better than most other beings. This time it was gone. Wave after wave of pure pleasure rushed over her, and as it built towards the inevitable, she was powerless to stop it.

Feeling her silken inner walls start to contract around his tongue, he moved it more deliberately, rubbing the spot he knew was the way to send her over the edge. And it did, in a matter of seconds, her sharp nails digging into his scalp and her legs locked around his head, body quivering madly. But rather than the single powerful orgasm she normally had, she went into what he was sure was the first multiple orgasm of her entire long life. It seemed to keep going and going for at least 5 minutes before she collapsed into a sweating and panting heap on the bed, eyes shut, body still shivering.

The juices that flowed into his mouth from her were like nothing he had ever tasted before, thick like a drop of honey, they were sweet, yes, but there was more to it than that. It was as if, for the first time, he was tasting her soul - strong, sweet, yet an edge to it and a power that even affected his libido, like the world's most powerful aphrodisiac, making both his members throb madly, a string of pre-cum dripping out both heads. While she lay sprawled on her back, he moved up and knelt between her legs, bending over her body, resting his weight on his hands, wings unfurled over them, quivering slightly.

When she opened her eyes, she looked straight up into the blood red demonic eyes of the being she loved more than life itself and smiled. Purring so loudly that the bed vibrated slightly, she wrapped her arms around his massive torso the best she could and leaned up, kissing him softly, yet passionately. He let one hand wander up and rest on the back of her head, pulling her into a deeper kiss, letting his long, agile tongue part her lips and slide into her mouth, wrapping around hers and hold it.

Gently, ever so gently, he pushed her flat on her back and pulled the hand from behind her head and let it run softly down her body before it slid between her legs. Shifting around slightly, he positioned both his cocks against her two holes then slowly and gently, slid them in, feeling her tight walls close around them like a soft, velvet glove.

Again, this was different than normal. When she had been created, she was still an intact virgin, so for the rest of her existence, or so they both thought, her hymen was intact and she was always tight. But both were now gone. Sure, she was still tight, but not the ultra-tight she normally was, there was more give and stretching than there usually was, and her hymen was gone. Never again would she hurt at the initial intrusion.

Once he was all the way inside her, he started to slowly move in and out in a long, slow, easy thrusting, making sure to give her all the pleasure he could. Making love to someone was not his specialty; animalistic fucking was more what he was used to. And after many centuries, he was a master of it. Making love, however, was so much harder and more work. This time was even more than normal. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could while trying to show her how much and how deeply he cared for her. It wasn't long before he was dripping with sweat and panting heavily, chest heaving. Both his cocks and balls were throbbing madly, screaming for release, but he used every ounce of self-control he had, and it took every bit of it, to hold onto it. Underneath him she was squirming around, nails digging into his shoulders, yelling and moaning his name as orgasm after orgasm seized her body, making it quake madly.

Finally, she bucked up onto him so hard she almost threw him off and yelled so loud the whole house seemed to vibrate with it, then had the single most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Almost instantaneously, she shifted to full she-devil, howling like a lion, clutching him tightly, her pussy and ass spasming around his cocks and gripping them like a vice.

Giving one last thrust, he let himself release, howling and shaking and the sheer power of it. If he had been in human form, he would have lost all control and shifted, it was that powerful. As it was, he shook violently, growling and snarling, his body as taut as piano wire. He could feel his whole body throb and the pulse in his temples pounded a sharp tattoo. His vision clouded and he felt light-headed, but it was the most wonderful feeling in the whole world, he had never before experienced anything like it. Because, for the first time, he had not only the physical animalistic act but it was compounded with so much emotion it was like a nuclear explosion had been set off in him, sending wave after wave of feelings through out his whole body.

Afterwards, he held her to his chest, stroking her back, not wanting to let go of her. Kissing the top of her head he murmured, "I love you, Danyealle."

Snuggling up as close to him as she could she smiled and ran her fingers up and down his chest, "I love you too, Darious." She shifted around a bit, brushing back against his wings then winced. "Damn! What poked me?" She said, turning slightly to look at his relaxed wings. Gasping, she grabbed the edge of it and looked, mouth hanging open. "Darious? Since when do you have feathers on your wings?"

Frowning, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked over at them, sure she was mistaken. But she wasn't. Covering the insides of his leathery bat-like wings were small black feathers. They were about the size of chicken pin-feathers, but sure enough they were feathers. "Umm, never that I have known of! Where in the hell did those come from?"

Shrugging, she wiggled around a bit to get more comfortable and draped her arm over his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. "Let's worry about it later." she said, yawning. He held her close while she dozed off but his mind was skipping everywhere, mystified.