Different Strokes - Part 2

Sleep had deserted Surpa, the empress of the demoniac kingdom of Barab. Tired of tossing about on the large gilded bed, she swung her legs on to the floor and walked up to the window from where she could see the snow-capped mountains of the Darund range, to the north of her kingdom. For the last few days, disturbing visions of her elder sister Putana had tormented her and unable to battle her restlessness, she decided to call for her head priest at that unearthly hour to interpret the nightmares.

She returned to the bed and tugged at a chord hanging from the bedpost. It set up an alarm inside the palace, triggering off a flurry of activities in the middle of the night. Within seconds a tall and powerful creature entered her room. His fresh masculine scent intrigued her and from his silhouette she perceived his long arms, massive head and large horns.

The creature's deep voice resonated in the room as he genuflected before his ruler. “Your highness.”

“Come forth. Bring the yonder torch and show me your face,” she ordered.

The creature did as bid and held the flames against his face, the metallic cone looking like a straw in his brawny hands. The sight of his strong features and ferocious fangs stirred her flesh with want. He looked like a hill from the Darund.

Her eyes strained to see his groin, covered by a piece of animal hide, where a massive protuberance was clearly visible. With great relief she felt the rising dampness between her legs. Ever since she had started having those visions of Putana, her libido had deserted her. The beautiful male before her certainly had potential and Surpa was not stupid to let this opportunity pass by. The head priest could wait till the next day.

“Advance,” she commanded.

The demon came forth, placing confident steps, unlike the other males who were always overawed by her presence.

“Hold the torch to my face and tell me what you think.”

Surpa felt the warm flames against her cheek, but it was nothing compared to the heat she felt between her legs.

“You are beautiful, my Empress.”

“What is beautiful?”

He didn’t respond. Surpa could hear his labored breathing. The light fell upon his loins and she could see the promise concealed there.

“Tell me?” she insisted, adding a hint of irritation to her voice, enjoying the young male's discomfiture.

“Kneel down,” she ordered when he didn't reply. “What is your name?”

“Helios.”

“I’ve heard your name. Aren’t you the son of Hydron, my commander.”

The young demon nodded. Surpa had heard legendary tales of the demon cub. He had slaughtered alligators, strangled lions and crushed a bull’s head with his bare hands.

“What are you doing here, Helios?”

“I keep watch outside your room when you sleep.”

She turned on her famous charm and put on a show of vulnerability.“But I still feel scared.”

“What is the Empress afraid of?”

“I don’t know. Put that torch back and come to me.”

“Hold me please when I sleep,” she whispered, when he returned by her bedside.

Settling down beside her he put a hand on her bare arm. The touch sent waves of pleasure searing through her body. Knowing that his eyes had accustomed to the darkness and could see her every move, she slipped her hand between her legs and inserted a fat finger inside her tiny slit. The act drew a moan from her throat and as her finger moved in and out, she smelled her heady scent in the air.

Unlike her sister Putana, the amorous minded Surpa had always been consumed by the overpowering need of her flesh. She had sacrificed her virginity at a young age to her master Ethanon, ensnared him in a deceitful web of lies and lust and manipulated him to poison her father’s ears against Putana.

Exploiting her natural charm and overwhelming sexuality, she endeared herself to all the key males of her father's army and administration. After his death, she garnered their support to usurp the throne and exiled Putana to the forests on the other side of the Darund. Today, feeling the warm breath of Helios on her face, she regretted her decision. I should have killed her, she thought.

She laid a tentative hand on the surface of the hide that concealed his arousal.

He sprung back with alarm. "Empress!"

“Come back!” she snapped.

He hurried to comply with her command and settled down next to her. He did not protest when she released the annoying piece of leather guarding his modesty. When she wrapped her deft fingers around his monstrous phallus, he groaned with pleasure.

Surpa brought her face closer to that fascinating object. It was hard like a nail and seemed more enormous than his father’s who was a regular feature in her bed. His testicles were like small size apples. She sucked them and rolled her tongue over the length of his hard shaft. She nibbled on the large crown and buried the spear into the depths of her warm throat.

He groaned with pleasure. "Empress!"

“In my bed all males call me Surpa.”

The loud slurping of her thick lips on his penis filled the room. Occasionally, her sharp fangs would graze his belly, enhancing his pleasure.

“Put the torch here so I may see you.” She pointed to a socket above the bedrail. He did as commanded before returning to her.

Surpa’s eyes sparkled with mischief when she saw her young companion evaluate her. She seduced him with her eyes and he lowered his head to kiss her.

She loved the taste of the young man. His kiss was clumsy but full of ardor and she smelled his virginity.

“You did not tell me what you found beautiful?” This time her voice was soft and melodious. Another quality which she effectively used to seduce her partners.

“Your eyes, your hair, your horns, your lips…” He paused.

"Your skin. You are the only woman I have seen whose color is like this."

Surpa knew what he meant. Both Putana and she were blessed with a grayish tinge in their blue skin, which males found irresistible. “What else?”

"Your fangs." He leaned forward and sucked the tip of both her fierce fangs.

"And?"

“Breasts.” He said shyly.

She laughed aloud like a devil, the sound ricocheting ominously off the walls of her bedroom. The scared look in his eyes pleased her because she knew that fear would only precipitate a young demon cub's insatiable lust. True enough, she felt his arousal poke against the bottom swell of her breasts.

“Touch them.” Her voice was cold and menacing. He willingly complied.

He grasped her rounded jewel in his equally large hands.

She savored his rough hands on her soft mounds. "Suck them."

He lowered his mouth and inserted her nipple into his mouth. She groaned like a wounded elephant, emitting a strange and scary sound and pressed his massive head to her bosom.

She had to literally thrust her breast out of his massive jaws. In his eagerness and lust he didn’t realize that he had started hurting her, digging his fangs into the soft flesh, but she didn’t mind because her clever brain had spotted an opportunity in his youthful exuberance.

She planned to make this powerful demon cub her slave and utilize him against Putana and the handsome male who was always by her side in the visions. She planned to eliminate her sister and capture the delicious male. She had salacious plans for him and the thought made her femininity quiver with want. She pulled Helios’ massive form on top of her.

She touched his horns with want, feeling the vicious spines on their surface. There was something hideous in those powerful tools, something macabre, which always tingled her sex. The massive weight of his frame crushed her breasts and she felt helpless and for the first time at his mercy. It only made the undisciplined flesh between her thighs crave for more.

She sighed and clasped his arousal which was almost the length of her forearm, and wedged the head within the wet folds of her entrance. Its girth was so massive that a severe pain shot through her body and brought tears to her eyes.

“What happened Surpa?” His voice had no guile; only concern and love.

It touched her and she clutched his horns and pulled his head lower. Her hungry lips sought the freshness of his mouth; their mouths joined and their thick, leathery tongues danced in harmony. The clashing of their fangs produced a sound which soothed her scorching heart.

She rubbed her hard palms against his horns again and again. The spines slashed her skin, drawing blood. The pain acted like a drug; inducing pleasure and with it the will to submit and surrender. No lover had made her feel like this before and she felt scared of her own emotions. In her cruel scheming mind, love held no place, but the pounding in her chest baffled her.

“You’ve to push now, Helios. Enter me fully,” she said and touched his cheek. The big eyes told her of her error. He felt the moisture on his face, and caught her wrist to see what it was all about.

He saw her jagged palms. “You’re bleeding! What happened?”

“Nothing, Helios. Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” He tried to rise, but she crossed her powerful legs around his strong hips.

“It will really hurt if you take it out of me,” she pleaded, shocked at her own voice. Normally, she was the one who ordered. Her lovers always pleaded.

“But why are your hands bleeding.”

“Because they loved your horns.”

“Oh, Surpa. My queen. Why did you do that?”

He brought her hands to his mouth. She pulled it away when he tried to kiss it.

"Why?" he asked with consternation. His saliva would have healed her wounds, but she wanted to feel the sweet pain.
He was only a cub. What would he understand about pain and power? About sex and domination? Her mind raced for an answer, but finally confessed the truth.“It is natural when a demoness loves a demon. She bleeds against his horns.”

Sweet feelings filled her heart when he grasped her horns and rubbed vigorously. She could see him wince with pain and she was engulfed with concern. "Dont!"

She clutched his wrist and released him, using all her strength. By natural will their mouths joined and they kissed with passion, their fangs interlocking. She used the power of her thighs to draw him in, feeling his massive girth pierce through her delicate folds. The pain was immense, but she did not scream, lest he stop pushing.

Her anguish soon turned to delirious joy. The solid pounding of his tool caused her to lubricate profusely, acting like a balm on her hurt. When the ache disappeared she became aware of how much he had stretched and filled her. She could feel molten lava erupt from her depths.

“Thrust inside me,” she whispered affectionately.

He rocked his pelvis back and forth. His massive body crushed her groin with every inward stroke, causing her immense pain and with it pleasure. When she saw the pain in his eyes, she realized that he was loving her horns. This time she didn’t stop him; instead she also seized his horns and bled likewise, while her hips rotated and generated delicious friction.

His face contorted and she knew that he was on the edge. She squeezed his phallus with the trained muscles of her vagina. He bellowed like a bull as he erupted inside her depths. He collapsed on her chest as her love muscles continued to milk him dry. Her eyes closed and she experienced wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions vibrate her body. She held him close to her bosom and experienced a peace she had never felt before.

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Putana woke up with a start. It had been a terrible nightmare. She relaxed a bit when she found Argon exactly where she had left him before falling asleep. As was customary, he slept on top of her, his face pressed against her breasts. The hard bed of the jungle was not for him and she wanted him to be as comfortable as she could possibly make him. Her hair was wrapped around him like a blanket. He snored peacefully like a baby, the sounds soothing her heart.

She folded her arms around him. In her dream she had seen Surpa hire a massive cub to kill her and capture Argon. She didn’t fear for her own life, but nothing should happen to her beloved. She determined to be more protective than ever before.

“What is it Putana?”

She didn’t realize when Argon had woken up. He was staring at her now. The lines of worry on her face had given her away. She cursed herself for not being careful.

“Nothing Argon. Go to sleep, darling.”

“Putana, promise me something.”

“What is it my love?”

“You will never leave me alone.”

“I promise.” She was not sure whether she would be able to fulfill it. The cub she had seen in her vision was not like the other slaves Surpa had. This one was strong and cruel and had a wild look in his eyes. More importantly, he seemed to be in love with Surpa which made him more menacing. He would not stop at anything to please his mistress.

With a sigh, Putana stroked Argon’s hair and started singing a sweet lullaby hoping to put him to sleep. She had always been a female of simple needs. She never had believed in revenge or violence. However, for the first time she felt a cold rage overcome her feelings; not at what Surpa had done to her, but at what she planned to do.

She made a plan. To protect her family. To protect herself. To protect Argon. Most of all to protect the baby that had formed in her womb. She had not yet told Argon about it. She was worried how he would take it. Whether he would accept a demoness as the mother of his child? She felt scared and worried. What if Argon would leave her and go away?

Tears of fear and concern welled in her eyes.

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