Anathane crushed her lips against his and a long, strong tongue forced its way into his mouth. Jack fought to pull his head away, but she grabbed his shoulders with both hands and held him down. On the floor, Cyrindil lay unconscious, being hauled to her feet by Niaf and Fain. Cyrindil's mother was trying to get up off the floor, holding her head as if she had nearly been bludgeoned to death. Anathane paid no attention to anyone but Jack.
Her black eyes were locked on him, a devious smile on her lips. She looked almost frightening the way she was gazing at him, her kiss still invasive as ever. Jack tried to push her off, and almost succeeded until she grabbed his hands and pushed them down flat on the bed. She put a knee in each of his palms to prevent any further escape attempts.
"So, whadda we do with these two, now that Jack's safe and Anathane is about to go nuts?" asked Elassa, turning her eyes over to the elder of the two vampires, grinning evilly. Jack drummed his heels on the bed, and Anathane quickly sat on his thighs, effectively silencing him in every way.
Angry that she wasn't even listening to his repeated attempts to get off, Jack bit down on her tongue hard enough to split it in half.
Which is exactly what it did.
Her long, pink tongue split in two and the severed half disintegrated into his mouth. His entire jaw tingled, and then erupted into a burst of burning agony seconds later. He screamed into the demon's mouth as her blood flowed down his throat. It felt like he was being electrocuted! Every muscle in his body strained, but his partner was impossibly strong compared to him.
Blood ran down his windpipe and his breath hitched. He coughed violently, her blood running down his jaw line as well. Still, she kissed him with all the vigor of a tigress in heat. Jack's skin felt like it was on fire, and a constant thrum of electricity seared his lungs and his chest, causing him to jerk spasmodically in the throes of a horrible seizure.
Fire burned in his lungs, and he gave up on trying to breathe much. If he passed out, she'd let up...right? If she wasn't too engrossed with trying to drown him in a kiss to notice that he was in trouble, that is.
Suddenly, she pulled up and Jack spit out a mouthful of blood. Red, crackling mist came out of his mouth like steam, and hung in the air. The taint of ozone was rather dense. Sticking her tongue out at him, Anathane smiled broadly and pushed her breasts together.
"Like the kiss?" she asked as Jack wheezed and coughed uncontrollably. Red mist erupted from his mouth and his nostrils, shocking him to tears. Pain! This was pain, being shocked half to death by a girl's rotted tongue. Jack sucked in a deep breath and his lungs pulsed angrily, telling him to stop.
"Why didn't you get up?!" Jack yelled.
"Because it was so fun to watch you squirm, incomplete boy." She flashed him a impish look and he growled painfully, grimacing as her misty red blood seeped out of his nostrils.
"What about her?" asked Jack, nodding over to the vampire getting up from the floor.
"Nothing you need worry about," the demon replied, even as the vampire stomped over to her. Jack tried to squirm away, but Anathane kept him tethered to the bed with her knees and her backside. She regarded the vampire with a curt nod and then began stroking Jack through his boxers. The vampire pulled back for a swing with long, curved talons.
As soon as her arm moved, the vampire's entire body was captured in a flurry of purple and red. She was subsequently picked up and held aloft above Jack's head. She squirmed, but several tentacles had her wound into a tight, fleshy prison and refused to give her any leeway. Anathane smiled happily and reached up, stroking the vampire's pussy from behind with two long fingers.
"Stop that," ordered the vampire angrily. Anathane forcefully spread the undead woman's legs and ripped off a pair of silken undergarments. Two tentacles skimmed up the woman's body and groped her breasts, causing Jack's arousal to double. This was sickening and hot. Jack would have felt ashamed of himself for liking this had he not been already committed to screwing three succubi and apparently a demon too.
"You think to order me around, young one? You are how old? Let me see...oh! You're a young one, yes? Only barely centenarian, poor girl. Don't think to order me around so quickly," the demon snarled, lowering the vampire's body to Jack's face.
Hands bound above her head and legs spread out as wide as they could possibly be spread, the vampire was helpless, and Jack wasn't in much a different position. Looking for help, he turned to his three succubi. He found Elassa and Fain locked in a deep kiss, pleasuring each other on the floor. Niaf on the other hand, was busily teasing Cyrindil, who had awoken to find herself bound with rope.
"Let me go, summoned whore!" snapped the vampire. Anathane forced her hand into Jack's boxers and began teasing his cock with feather-light touches. She effortlessly played with him as she groped and violated the vampire.
"You think I was summoned? To hear something so absurd, poor vampire...ah, so your name is Izma? Well, Izma, I was not summoned at all. I returned to my lover when he called for me," she explained, grabbing Jack's manhood hard as she said lover. "And I find you trying to kill him. I find you trying to demean him before his other partners. I find you trying to seduce him and take him for your own, selfish, desires," she growled menacingly, snaking a tentacle around Izma's neck and choking her.
"Anahane! Stop it!" Jack demanded, feeling a bit of blood mist wafting over his cheek and searing him with pain. He cringed. The demon lifted Izma up over her head so she could look at Jack again. She was confused, or at least appeared to be so.
"You do not desire her dead? I assumed that your plea for help was for me to destroy your enemies..." She looked like a puppy that'd just been kicked by its owner. Jack felt guilty for denying her the pleasure of killing Izma. Wait. What? He shook his head and refocused his thoughts.
"No, now stop choking her."
"You overcame my influence, very good. As expected of my incomplete boy," she giggled, slapping a long, slimy tentacle down across his chest, its mouth a toothless orifice dripping with sweet, odorous juice. Jack's eyes went wide as it moved toward his waistline.
"No, Anathane, no! Stop that...thing! Quit it!" Jack cried as she slid back to allow the thing access to his lower body. She let go of his hands, and he immediately grabbed the oddly pink tentacle with both arms, hauling it back away from his crotch.
He was not into tentacles, especially not after that little experience inside of Anathane's body where he'd been violated no less than three times. He wrapped the crook of his elbow around the huge pink snake and grabbed further down its length with his opposite arm. He groaned with effort as he managed to arrest the movement of the thing. It turned around, the orifice at its end fanning out widely. It lunged at his face and he turned his head to the side just barely in time to avoid it plunging into his mouth.
Instead, it hit his jaw and then turned back around, sucking his left hand in. Anathane bit her bottom lip and put a hand over her mouth. She screamed into her hand, back arching.
