Chains of Judgement - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

If mere looks could kill then the famous adventurer's withering fury would have torn the sexy demon asunder. The taste of defeat was bitter indeed but how had that tasteless hussy in human clothing done it? He couldn't help but feel totally humiliated but it was still possible to salvage his tattered reputation.

"Fetch me my warblade!" he bellowed, intending to settle the matter in blood. "I'll not suffer this unforgivable affront any longer! I am the peerless champion Derek Harcourt who's very name strikes fear in mortals and demons alike. I will not be talked down to by some second-rate imp, who would gladly spread her legs for any and all! We'll see how long that smile lasts while I'm busy skinning you alive!"

The young squire's attempts to push past the tightly packed crowd was almost comical. Disgruntled grunts and curses followed in his wake as he pushed and shoved his way towards his inpatient and extremely vengeful master. Vylania almost considered stepping in to quash this blatant rule breaking but the patrons of the Blackened Hand took matters into their own hands.

A slimy purple tentacle reached out from the press of bodies and smashed a beer glass over the poor youth's head, the glass shattering brilliantly like an exploding diamond. Lucille the Dark shook her little finger, the simple gesture enough to produce a swirling distortion of space time as reality recoiled at her presence.

"Disappointing," she said haughtily as if challenging some undead princess. "Destiny cannot be denied with such feeble imagination."

Derek was totally aghast as his precious warblade was triumphantly hefted up above the jousting crowd like a trophy. It's glittering surface swooshed elegantly through the air until the inevitable squabbling took place over the priceless treasure's new ownership. Hidden knives and other more exotic weapons were brandished in the ensuring bloodthirsty melee.

"While many may accuse me of being a cold, heartless bitch," Jezebeth began, "I cannot help but love each and every one of my partners. I sincerely cared for Veronica and while it may have only lasted for a few fleeting moments, it was more genuine than anything she received from you. Is it really any wonder she chose me?" "

Jezebeth looked thoughtful at those words - that is until her usual demeaning leer crept across her pouting lips. Nothing lasted long in a demons mind, particularly when so many souls were watching her with eager, lustful expectations.

"Oh, listen to me being the voice of compassion," she said nonchalantly while winking at her adoring fans.

Boiling with barely restrained anger, Derek surged up out of his seat, his powerfully built frame more than capable of ripping the demon apart. His strong grasping hands rushed towards the beautiful Jezebeth's neck who, seemingly unconcerned, stared deeply into the adventurer's soul. Smiling a devil's smile, her eyes flashed with dreadful certainty which stopped Derek in his tracks.

His fingers, only inches away from savagely throttling Jezebeth, flinched uncertainly as he struggled to remember the source of his burning fury. Suddenly ashamed, he almost wept at the unnatural perfection of this stunning woman. What monster could even think about harming such a charming picture of refinement?

The penalty for failure in the Dolus Eventualis game was the total removal of all magical protections provided by the ancient venue. These existed to help ensure the relative fairness of the proceedings but without them, Derek was compelled to accept his fate by undeniable curses and compulsions.

While Derek was a world class crusader and possessed the mental fortitude to resist the practically irresistible commands, when coupled with Jezebeth's captivating gaze, the hero found that his luck had finally run its course. Dazed, he sagged into Jezebeth's waiting bosom who lovingly stroked his reddish-brown curls.

Lucille the Dark grinned, her midnight black mouth unnervingly happy which was never a good sign. With Derek knocked out of the game and Jezebeth currently enjoying her conquest, that just left herself and the High Justice.

"The passing of time can be so tiresome," she yawned. "The actors dance their merry dance. Utterly Fruitless! An interesting but ultimately pointless endeavour. How- "

"Silence!" Vylania interrupted. "If your next sentence doesn't advance this distasteful game, then I'll take matters into my own hands."

Picking up one of her cards, she placed it face down upon the table. The plain black card was entirely without decoration and radiated an ominous history that hovered just out of sight. Vylania waited until the stupid master loudly announced the beginning of the next round. Each passing second grated on her increasingly fragile nerves. Tapping her fingers, she glowered threatening at the Dark witch.

Are you the one that I seek, the one that demands blood for blood?

Meanwhile, Jezebeth grabbed a handful of Derek's soft auburn hair and pushed him down between her legs. Underneath the table like a common dog, the former hero began to enthusiastically nibble and lick at her pink pussy mound. If he felt any shame at his actions, he didn't show any as his tongue teased around the entrance to her moist clit before pushing into the delicious folds of her precious cunt.

Jezebeth squealed as her innermost walls were thoroughly tongue-lashed, her body shuddering with unrestrained pleasure. She couldn't help but feel impressed with her new toy and rewarded him by smothering his face with her sweet smelling cunt. Much like expensive perfume, her scent was utterly intoxicating and Derek's busy mouth explored every inch of her slippery wetness.

Several loud voices openly mocked Derek's changing fates but most were transfixed by the blissful moans and jerking body of the enchanting succubus. Glistening sweat dribbled down her bare breasts as she twisted and teased her rose coloured nipples.

Her flexible tail moved slowly across her smooth belly before steadily snaking upwards until it pushed itself into the heaving cleft of her breasts. Completely engulfed in those demonic mounds, Jezebeth took great delight in tittyfucking herself while her dripping cunt received it's due attention.

One rough finger slipped inside Jezebeth while another worked on her exposed slit which caused the succubus to arch back in her chair as powerful sensations coursed throughout her trembling body. The squelching wet sounds of sex permeated the air along with mad, lustful moans as Jezebeth enjoyed each and every touch.

Completely covering her quivering pussy with his mouth, Derek feasted on the demon's juices, his muffed moans brushing up against her most sensitive areas as his fingers vigorously plunged into her. Screaming loudly, Jezebeth spasmed in her chair and jerked her head backwards as she orgasmed straight into Derek's waiting mouth who lovingly lapped up the delectable nectar like syrupy ambrosia.

Panting heavily, Jezebeth sagged back in her seat. Every laboured breath accentuated her stunning pair of ruby red tits. The way sweat trickled down her naked, panting form would have made angels blush. Still shacking slightly from her powerful climax, she looked at the adventurer with a new-found interest.

"Perhaps," she breathed as she pushed Derek away with one of her bare feet, "I'll keep you around for my own enjoyment. Would you like that, my little hero?"

Derek Harcourt nodded profusely like a lovesick puppy. He couldn't imagine doing anything other than serving his new queen. While he couldn't see his mistress from below the table, he imagined her beautiful smile while staring longingly at her wiggling toes. While he knew acting without permission was wrong, he simply couldn't help himself. Edging forwards, he started to lick her delicious toes before sucking one into his mouth.

Jezebeth squealed as her toes were slobbered all over, the ticklish violation bringing the demoness to tears. Lightly struggling, her voice twisted into a curious mixture of laughter and arousal. Jezebeth squealed, her musical tone coupled with her writhing naked body captivated the audience to new heights of depravity.

One delirious man elbowed his way past the shouting mass of people, monsters and misshapen creatures to stand directly behind the sexual manifestation of the lower realm. Immediately, several burly guards moved in to restrain the man but Jezebeth, caught up in her lust, welcomed the newcomer with open arms.

The man was middle-aged with cheap, tattered clothing. His hard, muscled skin was criss-crossed with savage looking scars and his dark, sunken eyes had that distant look of a man that had graced many battlefields. Glancing over her shoulder, Jezebeth giggled playfully while tracing a single black fingernail across her pouting full lips.

"And what exactly do you want, human? Do you presume to claim me, to fuck me without my consent?"

By way of answer, the man unceremoniously pulled Jezebeth up out of her chair and threw her across the gaming table. Her black tail covered up the entrance to her sex so instead he grabbed those succulent looking asscheeks and proceeded to maul those incredibly smooth buttocks.

Hissing like a deadly snake, Jezebeth protested at this rough treatment but secretly she enjoyed the manhandling, the uncaring way that he fondled her glorious ass mounds.

Spreading her quivering behind, Jezebeth's puckering asshole winked back at him encouragingly. Lining up his throbbing hardness against her backdoor opening, he thrust into the suddenly very animated demoness in one violent lunge. Jezebeth gasped incredulously as her asshole was merciless violated, the invading penis burying itself deeply within her until it rested snugly against her peachy bottom.

"The gall of you," she snapped before grunting wide-eyed as the man started to fuck her asshole.

"S-sticking your... dirty thing within my... hauugghh!"

In and out he went, the smacking sounds of flesh against flesh audible in the large open space of the Blackened Hand. The crowd looked on jealously as the lucky bastard fucked Jezebeth like a man possessed, his large protruding member scraping against the insides of her rectum as he established a fast, frantic rhythm.

Jezebeth's big heavy tits were squished against the table, the cold hard surface teasing her nipples as they pressed against it. Gripping her horns, the man pounded into Jezebeth's yielding asshole with increasing ferocity, his own primal urges heightened to unhealthy levels. Her slimy insides felt incredible, the pressure just the right amount of simulation.

Jezebeth screamed in a twisted marriage of pain and pleasure which turned into a loud shout as a calloused hand smacked down onto her shapely, jiggling ass. Each heavy strike produced an equally loud yelp from the succubus who relished the conflicting feelings.

Pulling back until the tip of his dick was kissing the folds of her gaping asshole, the delirious man speared into Jezebeth right up to the hilt before repeating the pleasurable process again and again. All the while his busy hands spanked hard against her bruised, throbbing apple-red cheeks until the demoness was grunting passionately with every single hit.

Emerging from underneath the table, Derek's eyelids twitched with total astonishment at the sight of his beloved mistress being anally fucked and spanked by some common, two-bit mercenary while the drunken audience cheered him on.

"How dare you touch my Jezebeth!" he spat, utterly furious. Starting forwards with clenched fists, he stopped as Jezebeth spoke.

"Don't... interrupt..." Jezebeth panted who relished the look of bitter jealously across the dashing hero's face. Powerless to resist her words, all he could do is watch on bitterly.

Yes, she thought, watch me, oh that pained expression is simply priceless!

While she let the grunting man have his way with her, Jezebeth knew that she was in complete control. Nothing happened that she didn't allow, no matter how degrading and everything had a price. The hellish strength of a succubus was unmatched by mortal men, a fact that she gleefully demonstrated by squeezing the man's cock tightly within her accommodating anus.

The man winced but kept thrusting into Jezebeth, his hairy balls slapping against her glistening pussy. Jezebeth yelped as he once again struck down hard against her jiggling posterior. Licking her lips deviously, Jezebeth decided to take the initiative.

While he was busy fucking her clinging asshole, Jezebeth wrapped her tail around the man's thrusting pole and squeezed down hard like a constricting anaconda only much more pleasurable. Surprised at this black snake claiming his manhood, the man slowed in his fanatic anal fuckery and immediately regretted it when Jezebeth squeezed down hard around his invading shaft.

Unable to escape, the mortal could only satisfy the demoness and hope that she appreciated his efforts. The pressure of this simultaneous assault, the massaging tail coupled with her gripping anal walls quickly became too much for him to handle.

Unable to cum until Jezebeth allowed it and acutely feeling the building pressure around his throbbing shaft, the man was reduced to a mindless, frothing slave of desire. Devoid of thinking, he held onto Jezebeth's horns for dear-life and continued to jackhammer away at the hellspawn's ass.

"What's the matter?" yelled Jezebeth, the demon caught in the throes of ecstasy. "Do you want to cum that badly?"

Unable to support his own weight, the man collapsed onto Jezebeth's back as he expended all his remaining energy into pumping into the demoness. Panting with rapidly diminishing strength, he licked across the small of her back while he shoved his straining, imprisoned cock within her intestines.

Tiring of her prey, Jezebeth released her entwining tail which finally allowed the invading cock to flood her bowels with sticky white sperm until her stomach bulged under the sheer volume. Totally spent, the desiccated husk of a male plopped out of the succubus' gaping asshole and toppled backwards into the crowd. A veritable reservoir of sperm bubbled out from her abused hole and dribbled down her long, slender legs to pool beneath her feet.

Smiling invitingly at the crowd and displaying everything she had to offer, Jezebeth beaconed on the next willing sacrifice with promises of pleasure so intense that death would be a small price paying. Unsurprisingly, there was no shortage of eager volunteers within the Blackened Hand where only the most depraved thrill seekers ended up.

Continued in Chapter 6

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