Elney
“So, my Queen, will you come back to bed so that I can worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped?”
That voice would never cease to melt me, it was as inky black as he was, the slink in the tone was practically pulling me to him like I was on a rope.
I stumbled forward, part of me hesitant about what he had just said, part of me wanting to fall in his arms and find out exactly what he meant by ‘worshiping me’.
“If you will tell me what you know,” I stuttered out, like I had any place to bargain.
“What I know?” he repeated, that already dark voice dripping with warning. I already knew I was treading dangerously. That was just confirmation.
"Yes." I was sputtering now, my heart beating so furiously that I was sure he could hear it. I knew I could. "I want to know more about Lilith. I mean... if I am supposed to be her, I think I need to know more about her."
I don't think what he had said before had really sunk in before that moment. Me? The reincarnation of some blood sucking demon? Yeah, that wasn't a thing. I was just me. Born and bred to please my master, who knew nothing about what that entailed until hours before.
And now he was trying to tell me I was some god.
“You want to know about the Queen of the Underworld. The Queen of Syn.” Seriously. Him saying it like that was not helping anything.
"Yes. And I want to know what happened with Aldric. I want to know why he killed her." I clarified when he said nothing. It seemed like a reasonable request seeing as I clearly knew nothing about what had happened there. I had spent all my life thinking of Aldric as some kind of hero, not a murderer.
"Come to bed, Elney. Let me enjoy you and I will tell you anything you want to know." His eyes glinted, the sharp power of his Denon continuing to pull me forward.
I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting answers, but I didn't care, not with the way he was looking at me. Not with the way that gaze was making me feel.
I stumbled the last few feet to the bed, the mattress soft and squishy under my hands and knees as I crawled to him.
"You'll tell me everything?" I prodded as I slowed my crawl, already knowing just how to move to make my body look the most plush. To make me look the most desirable. Logan had taught me that, and just as Logan had, Alan's twisted cock began to rise.
There was a pang at the thought of Logan, but I pushed it away, keeping my focus on my Denon master and his cock that was pulling me in as much as his voice was.
"Yes, but only if you let me worship you. Let me fill you. Let me make you scream." After last night I wasn't sure what else he could do, but I wanted to find out.
"Mmmm." The sound was a moan as I leaned over him, my breasts resting against his knees as I kissed the skin on the inside of his thigh. Skin that I already knew to be sensitive. He bucked at the touch, his cock twitching as the two poles of him began to untwine. My gut tightened, my cunt clamping down in both need and fear of the unknown. I hadn't really known what sex was before last night, and even though I had made predictions, none of those were right. As much as I wanted him, I was starting to get a bit concerned about what else he could do, and what this 'worshiping' would entail.
"Tell me about Lilith," I said as I kissed his thigh again, moving myself up, closer to the throbbing fully erect staff of him. "Tell me about who I am supposed to be."
I kissed him again, moving myself up. Closer to him.
I moved too close.
The two staffs of his cock uncoiled like a snake, one bit of it wrapping through my hair in a knot as he forced me up the remaining inches so that the other half of him could pry my lips open just as he had last night. This time I didn't fight him. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out in anticipation. The soft, firm length of him ran over my tongue like silk as it journeyed to the back of my throat, the other half of his cock pulling me down.
"Lick me. Like a lollipop," Alan commanded, and this time I understood more of what I was supposed to do. Logan had trained me for this. He had given me more than a few long coiled suckers, teaching me just how to devour them. I did that now.
Twisting my tongue around him, he moaned, his hands replacing his cock as the other half of him pressed his way inside. I licked him, twirling my tongue over his length and over the long twisting coils of him that tasted almost exactly as the lollipops I had been trained on did. Sweet, and yet biting on my tongue.
"Tell me," I nearly begged, the words more of a moan as I spoke them with a cock in my mouth.
Alan groaned, pressing me further onto him.
"There isn't much more to say," Alan whispered after a moment, his hands fisted in my hair as he forced my mouth to slide over his length. "I told you everything. I just wanted to get you over here. I wanted to fuck you, and fill you with my seed. My queen."
The last words were a moan as his grip tangled in my hair, pulling the strands in those delightful pinpricks of pain as he pulled me up just enough that when he came the absolute explosion of him filled my mouth. It hit the back of my throat like a water hose as I cough, or I would have if he wasn't still pumping cum into my mouth, his cock so wide that my mouth and lips were stretched around him.
When he finally pulled back, his still hard cock slipping over my lips, his cum escaped over my lips in a flood. It coated my chin, dripped down my neck and dropped on my breasts in thick globs of the faintest blue.
"Beautiful," Alan whispered as I kneeled over him, his fingers already wrapping around my nipple as he pulled me back down to him. "I love seeing you like this. My queen. My cum slave."