Fallen Angel: The Coven Chapter 2

[DemonRoky]

These sweet whispers in my ear.

I could hear the chimes again, but they were brass instead of Mistress Valerie’s silver bells.

This sweet scent of anise and fennel came into my lungs. Another scent that had a bitter bite also played in my nose. “Wormwood,” these whispers in my ear told me. It felt like I was in a movie theater watching some horror movie eating black licorice.

I felt these icy hot hands claws climb up my back. These warm felt legs wrapped around my waist. Their heels dug in and locked me in by my crotch. This nightmare had saddled me in the darkness. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but I certainly couldn’t seem to wake.

This whip of a crop slashed my buttocks! I leapt forward. The crop continued to whip my ass and thighs. I tried to buck the rider from me, but the taut muscles within her felt legs kept her bound to my back. Her heels digging further into my crotch.

Another whip of the crop! It stung me to go forward. I crawled out of the bed and into the darkened cold trails running through the forest.

We ran through the forest. Well, I ran. I galloped forward with each whip of my ass. Her ass pounded down on my spine with each bump of the road. She cackled! I howled up into the sky, as one particular whip stung right to my balls. The trees seemed to grow to the heavens. We passed caves and cliffs. I couldn’t take them in. That *** of that crop on my ass stung so bad. My rider continued to dig her heels into my crotch. She tore at my mohawk as she guided me to her goal.

The whipping continued until I galloped from my hands and knees. I couldn’t even sprint this fast, but my rider beckoned me onward. She dug her heels into my groin more. My throbbing cock twitched between the tease and *** of her heels. Into the night I howled, as she continued to whip me and break my will.

She steered me like a beaten mule to this graveyard. My breath ragged, my ass so sore from the crop bites. Still, she wouldn’t let me be. Whipping and guiding me past the tombs.

Well past the moment I had nothing left, I collapsed in the cemetery past the gates. Her purple lips cooed and kissed in my ear. She whispered something sexy in a language I didn’t understand. She un***led her legs off me, as I laid in the cold grass damp with dew. My mind had been broken. That subtle ring of her brass chains twinkled in my mind. I had never been so ***d. In the distant horizon, I could see the first creeping rays of dawn. I saw her face!

That hag looked down on me, while I huddled at her feet. She seemed to tower into the heavens, as I felt myself sink into that cold dark soil. Her eyes so dark and alive with evil. Her giant pupils had a red sparkle. Her cunt reeked of black licorice. Her tangle of black and gold hair seemed almost alive, as it snaked around in that ice cold breeze running through the cemetery.

I shivered on the ground looking up at her in awe.

Her teeth could gnash through bones. So sharp and virulent. She looked down at me with this vicious smile. I trembled under her eyes. He skin had this blueish bruised look over her taut muscles. Her hanging bosom caused me a grief and a lust that I could not understand. Her skin knifed with white scars. Her cold claw like hand pet my cheek like a bunny rabbit waiting for the serpent to eat it.

That hag had ridden me the entire night. She seemed the Root of All Evil. I felt so ragged, but yet so joyful to be in her grace. How could this be? My eyes flickered at the rays of dawn coming through my shades. In the pink sheets, I could feel myself coated with sweat. My skin smelled of her cunt that anise, fennel, and wormwood.

My cock had came all over the satin bedsheets. I was so dizzy and dazed, I found myself licking up my cum so I wouldn’t get into even more trouble. The salty goo dripped off my lips and rolled down my tongue. I saw myself in the mirror. This gleam filled me with this weakness that ran all the way from my skin to the marrow of my bones. I felt so embarrassed, I swallowed my cum.