Different Strokes - Part 3

This is a continuation from my earlier works where love blossoms between Putana, a demoness and Argon, a human. You may read about their earlier exploits (or sexploits ) in "Different Strokes - Part 1"  [XGC] and "Different Strokes - Part 2"  [GC].

However, the present story has been written in a manner which qualifies it to be an independent tale. It would be pertinent to state though that any reviews of the first two parts would be just as highly appreciated.

Word Count: 2031

Round 27 of "Sensual Moments, Vol. 9"  [18+]

Prompt: Supernatural & Sexy - Erotic stories that feature supernatural themes - are your ghosts horny or your demon's sex starved?



Argon woke up with a start. The forest around him which had been his refuge for long seemed ominous and scary. He sat up straight on the grass and touched his brow which felt cold and wet. Instinctively, he touched the spot by his side, but recoiled with horror when his hand encountered empty space. Within seconds, his distressed mind wove a tapestry of tragic possibilities, and the sinister nightmare that had interrupted his slumber flashed before his eyes.

“Putana! Putana!” he screamed, “Where are you?”

Instantaneously, a mammoth form manifested by his side. Overwhelming femininity exuded from the creature’s persona. Fragrance of roses emanated from her being. Only the tendrils of her lustrous black hair that reached right up to her ankles served as a makeshift raiment guarding her modesty. Wherever the hair parted, Argon caught tantalizing glimpses of her nudity. Her gray skin embellished with hues of blue always fascinated him. Undulations in that hairy coat suggested the presence of voluptuous curves beneath.

Argon clutched her pointed red-colored horns that sat on her head like a crown. "Careful, baby," she cautioned when he tipped his head to kiss her. "Don't worry, darling, I've become an expert in this," he retorted. He negotiated her fierce fangs and pressed his mouth to her soft and fleshy lips.

Putana pushed her tongue into his mouth allowing him to savor the honeyed flavor of her saliva. He raised his head at her. "Does every demoness taste so good?' he asked.

She giggled and stroked his hair. “Now tell me why you screamed?”

“Where had you gone?”

“To pay obeisance to our God. I go everyday and return before you wake up. You rose early today.”

He grimaced at those words. “I had a terrible dream.”

She seemed to read his mind. “Nobody can harm us.” The finality in her voice calmed his nerves.

“You’re still trembling, baby. Come to me,” Putana clucked. She lay back and swept aside the tresses guarding her bosom.

Argon climbed onto her body and buried his face in the deep cleft between her massive breasts. Save for a loin cloth, he hadn't worn anything else, and the intimate contact of their naked bodies suffused him with warmth. Her pampering and cuddling sometimes bordered on the realm of motherly affection. In the beginning it felt strange, but with time he grew so fond of her tender caring that even a few moments of separation felt like an insufferable burden. She represented to him the perfect embodiment of every facet of womanhood. That she was much more stronger and powerful than him only intensified his desire for her.

With every passing moment of togetherness, Argon could feel the bond between them deepen. With his face ensconced within the valley between her massive mammaries, Argon thanked his God for blessing him with such a beautiful partner. A strong gush of wind made him shiver slightly. Cooing soft words of endearment, Putana wrapped her hair around him like a blanket. He felt much comforted. At the same time, her dulcet voice fussed over him. They lay thus for a long time clinging to each other. Around them birds tweeted and insects chirped. The fragrance of flowers spread in the air though it was nothing compared to the sweet odor of Putana's body.

Her words cooed soothed his ears. "You must be hungry, my baby," she said and sat up balancing him on her shoulders like a child. Then, she cradled him on her lap and inserted her puckered nipple into his mouth. He wrapped his hands around the soft breast and suckled like an infant. Demoness' could lactate at will, and sweet milk flowed down his throat. Thus, loved and protected by his unusual lover, Argon fed at her ample bosom. Meanwhile, crooning an enchanting lullaby, she removed the piece of animal hide guarding his loins and played with his stiffening manhood.

Her harmonious voice calmed his nerves. The potent liquid invigorated his mind. Her fingers kindled his libido. When Argon had emptied both her mammaries, she lay back on the ground and gazed at Argon with her kind eyes. He knew that look. She was pleading to be pleased. Argon was only too eager to oblige.

First, he snaked his tongue down her smooth body. His hands explored her nudity and enjoyed the supple feel of her smooth and tender skin. He had always marveled the fact that a demoness needed no depilation. Save for their heads, they were hairless. He spent a considerable time tonguing her deep navel. Her muffled grunts spoke of her enjoyment.

When Argon reached her lower belly, Putana spread her legs. Her feet rested on the ground while her folded knees rose in the air. Argon paused for a moment to inspect the hairless flesh between her thighs at the center of which sat an almost invisible crack. This was another fact about demoness' which left him wondering. Why would such a massive creature have such a small opening? He always wondered how the faint crack accommodated his considerable girth, but it always did fit him snugly. Heady aromas radiated from the cleft. Argon rolled his tongue back and forth on it. Putana's massive body began to heave, and deafening screams emerged from her throat which only a few moments back was emitting sounds of endearment. This sudden transformation always amazed him. In his initial days with her, he would feel scared because sexual tension could transform Putana from a doting lover to a violent nymphomaniac. The power of her gigantic frame could snuff out his life like a mosquito, but with time Argon began to trust and love her more than himself.

The more Putana screamed, the deeper Argon's tongue burrowed into her womanhood. Her thighs which could crush a tiger to death now locked around his head as her claws dug massive holes into the earth. He lapped up all her creamy spends which smelled and tasted like nectar. Under the relentless ministrations of his tongue, she orgasmed. The earth around them shook as her copious love juices bathed Argon's face. He drank as much of it as he could and smeared the rest over his body.

Argon now orchestrated his own fulfillment knowing that her tight orifice would be well lubricated to receive his massive shaft. Climbing onto onto her body, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed forward. The creamy folds of her tunnel parted to accommodate his advancing member. He sheathed himself wholly within her quivering flesh. Delicious warmth engulfed the length of his member as he thrust inside her tightness.

Their lips pressed and tongues mingled. Her body tensed. He continued to piston into her with all his strength. Putana’s cries sounded like a thunderstorm. Her copious spends cocooned his shaft like warm oil. Her reactions swelled Argon's chest, but he knew that this soft lovemaking was not her style. He needed to heat her up much more.

Argon clutched her vicious horns. The serrated edges lacerated his palms and with it, the wild look in her eyes returned. That look could numb a lion with fear. Unmindful, he rubbed on her horns even harder. Long ago, Argon had discovered a secret about his magnificent lover. Her horns were the doorway to her heart. Those menacing objects were as important for her pleasure as were her pussy and breasts. Even she was not aware of it until one day Argon accidentally grazed his skin against them. Instantaneously, she had turned into a hot-blooded nymphomaniac. That day he learned that those horns thirsted for human blood. And when her horns tasted blood, she would transform into an animal in heat.

Blood began to flow profusely from his hands, but such was their chemistry that he felt no pain. Instead, jolts of pleasure pulsed through his being. Sweet ache replaced the initial hurt he felt and coated his body with a warm glow. Different emotions kindled in his mind, and he longed for someone to dominate and violate him.

His prayers were answered. Putana let out an earth rending scream and took charge. Keeping him fully lodged inside her, she turned him on his back and mounted him. She clamped her mouth around his lips and kissed him with brute force. Her fangs now sliced into the edges of his mouth, but she was too carried away by her own desires to care. Neither did Argon mind. He knew that every single injury inflicted by her violent lovemaking would transform into a sweet spot. That was another gift of a demoness. Wounds inflicted by them upon someone they loved would hurt at first but intense pleasure would soon flow from those points.

Argon was now lost in delirious joy. He clung onto Putana's horns because the ache was too sweet. Putana had opened up myriad junctures of pleasure on his body wherever she had clawed or bit him. He waited for the final assault which came soon. Putana inserted a fat finger into his anus and began to fuck him there. His sphincter opened up to her finger which pulsated like a cock inside him. Indescribable sensations swamped his body. It was Putana who had first uncovered the existence of such exquisite nerve endings in his butt, and he had become addicted to that sensation. He began to thrash back and forth until his cock erupted like a volcano and flooded her womb with his seed. Putana's body also tightened. Her orgasm sounded like a thunderstorm.

Argon's mind wavered on the fringes of unconsciousness. He had spent and bled excessively which would have proved impossible for any mortal to withstand, but he felt no fear. In fact, the best part of their lovemaking was about too begin. Putana started to lick allover his body, and his wounds instantaneously healed because a demoness's saliva had special powers. Like always, she bestowed unwarranted attention upon his cock though no harm had come to it. Due to her sucking and fondling he again spent in her mouth. Then, he nursed at her breasts and regained his strength.

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Their bodies sated, they lay on the forest floor, their arms and limbs entangled like creepers.

“How are you sure that nobody can harm us?” he queried, worried about the nefarious designs of his brother, Iridium and her sister, Surpa.

A deafening silence followed. Argon propped upon his elbows and gazed at Putana quizzically. He was surprised to see her grimace.

Putana pointed at her belly and spoke with hesitation. “I’m carrying your, daughter.”

When the import of those words sank in, Argon shouted with elation. "Oh, my darling!" he exclaimed and showered her face with kisses.

Tears welled in Putana's eyes, and she said softly, "I'm so relieved, Argon. I thought you'd be upset."

"Upset? Why, baby? Don't you know how much I love you?" he queried.

She nodded and Argon began to jump and dance with joy.

Putana shushed him. “I’ve to tell you something, Argon. This is no ordinary child. There is a legend in our kingdom of a child sprouting from a demoness’ love for a human. She is destined to rule the World.”

Argon heard the story with bewilderment. He knew she spoke the truth.

She continued. “You’ve to do something to protect this baby.”

“Tell me, Putana.”

“You must drink my milk everyday. It increases my strength.”

“And?”

“Make frequent love to me. The more I orgasm, the stronger our baby becomes.”

Argon felt his manhood twitch. He couldn't believe his good fortune. “I’ll do my best,” he promised.

Putana spread her legs and said, “Come to me.”