Devil's Marvel --Kaptel 6--
Got sliiiiightly carried away with the sex, but if I ever had an orgy, it would hopefully be like this :P
Under 18s: you know the drill.
Eventually she will wake up you know, and I doubt she'd see kindly to your gawking at her. The voice inside Marvel's head rang, as it always did, as he stood at the foot of Nel's bed, 'gawking' and fantasizing. The rainstorm had subsided; therefore she would leave today, unless he could do something about it. You're losing yourself Marvel... The voice commented again, and he growled quietly at him.
I am not losing anything, I'm winning. He barked back, hearing the echoing laugh of Lucifer's voice in his head at his words.
Marvel I know you better than anyone, you're losing it. Not her. Your grip. You're prancing on uneven ground and if you're not careful you'll trip and fall off the cliff. All for a pathetic girl. The judgment in his tone angered Marvel, and the naive assumption that she was just a girl.
Vendangeli. She's a Vendangeli. God will be vexed when he finds her missing, even more so when he discovers her in my arms. Marvel proudly explained, looking over Nel with a sense of ownership.
Surely you mean MY arms dear boy. Lucifer hissed. Marvel remained silent on this. In truth he had no intentions of giving her over to the devil, he was too selfish for that. She was a prize and she was only his prize, not for anyone else to behold. DON'T forget who made you...Marvel.
Just as Lucifer said this, a sizzling noise omitted from Marvel's flesh, upon his back the outline of a symbol bared itself, burning flames of black, covering his entire back. He cringed but otherwise remained unmoved, because in his lifetime he had endured his fair share of pain to consider this a minor scratch. How could I possibly forget? Your highness.
The laughter echoed in his head, so penetrating and evil that he had to cover his ear, though it made no difference. Irritated he left the room, releasing his human bonds and revealing his true self, kicking furniture down the stairs and smashing mirrors. It took a while for him to calm down. When he did, silence roamed and slowly Butler emerged from behind the gargoyle statue and began cleaning up the mess Marvel had made.
Marvel stepped forward to the inside balcony overlooking the main room and living room downstairs, rested his hands on the railing and froze into place, calming himself down until he spotted the whiskey, at which point he quickly settled into an armchair by the fire downstairs and began drinking.
It wasn't much later that he heard soft footsteps descend the stairs, followed by the luscious smell of hers. He turned his head in her direction and smiled handsomely, offering her an empty armchair beside him. She sat. "I trust you slept well?"
"Oh marvellous, the bedding in this estate is heavenly, like sleeping on a cloud." She remarked nervously. Marvel scoffed a laugh at her reference to God, not ever having thought of anything in his estate as heavenly or cloud-ish. He shook his head and lit a cigarette, twirling the ice cubes in his glass as he exhaled the nicotine that temporarily sated his hunger.
"I'm glad. I expect you will return to your own estate today?" He asked, finishing the whiskey in his glass and setting it aside.
"Cottage." She corrected. "Yes. Though I am unsure how to thank you for your hospitality Mr. Wrux, you've been too kind, I shall never be able to repay you."
Marvel stared at her gravely, there was a moment silence until he spoke. "Marvel. Please. And you are welcome here whenever you desire. A lady such as yourself should not be forced to live in a cottage, you deserve a mansion."
She was obviously not used to flirtatious compliments because she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, cleared her throat a few times, and was obsessively fixing the hem of her dress. Marvel gave her the space to do so, and did not pursue an answer of her further, simply relaxing back into his chair to watch her struggle slightly with the idea of involuntary love. Finally, she sprang bolt upright and smiled widely at him. "Well I believe I shall be going now. Thank you...Marvel"
"Take my carriage." He offered.
"No no, that's quite alright." She pleaded with him, not wanting him to be even friendlier with her. If he didn't know any better he would say she was bluffing.
"I insist."
"I like to walk." She ended the conversation.
"Of course you do." He stopped arguing. Nel made to leave, and was somewhat surprised when he got up with her and followed her to the door, he could almost hear her beautiful heart beating so much faster than usual. A slight chuckle escaped him as he leaned over her and pulled the door open. She fidgeted beneath him until she finally ducked out and stepped to the other side of the doorframe and gave a slight bow before she spun and walked off.
"Butler, get the carriage ready. I need the Advocate. I feel stiff." He commented, shutting the door and walking back inside to retrieve his coat and smokes.
"Of course Sire." Butler bowed, heading back out of the room.
The doors of the Advocate swung open and Marvel entered the old bar, greeted by the delightful smell of sex, new and old, alcohol and cigarettes; three things he cherished. He moved in and sat at the bar, and Skrue, the bartender, immediately came to his biddings.
"Haven't seen you 'ere in'na while Marvel." He greeted, flipping a glass down in front of him and filling it with the finest whiskey, to the brim.
"Been busy." He commented, looking around the room for any particularily attractive young ladies, although none struck his fancy, they were all no Nel.
"This don'' 'ave ter do 'nythin' with Fiana dis'ppearin' do it?" He asked, leaning in closer. "Or tha' Nel girl...."
"Of course it does Skrue." He said plainly, not turning his gaze from the drunken crowds.
"'e must really wan' 'er then" he chuckled, nodding in approval. At this Marvel did turn and looked him dead straight in his crooked eye, he had gotten used to the eye patch, and placed his hand 'gently' on Skrue's cheek.
"There's no 'he' this time. I want her." He whispered angrily to Skrue, whose expression became daint. There was a moment of silence, Marvel knocked back his drink and ordered a refill, and Skrue moved upright, frowning at Marvel.
"'e doesn'' know tha' you intend to keep 'er, does 'e?" he asked.
"He has an idea." Marvel replied, turning back to the whores dancing around in their Arabian costumes. The air was polluted with lust, it relaxed Marvel, gave him a clear head. He thought claiming Nel would be the challenge, but more so would it be finding a way to keep her once she was his.
"'e's not gonna let a Vendangeli slip through 'is fingers easily." By this time Marvel had downed the second drink. As Skrue made to refill his glass, he simply took the bottle from him and turned away from Skrue to join the sex-driven crowd.
A few hours later, everyone was heavily intoxicated. Marvel was seated on one of the love-sofa's, smoking from a peace-pipe, three dancers surrounding him, worshipping his body with their lips and hands. Marvel gave a nod to Janice, one of the waitresses, and she moved to lock the front door. The music sounded trance-like and surreal, everything moved in disordered shapes and laughter was shrill and penetrating. Every curve on a woman's body was multiplied, and all the men were indulging in the women as if they were desert.
Marvel's toothy grin soon transformed into one of fangs, and his eyes leaked into blackness. His tail forced its way out the back of his trousers, his horns extended out of his head and his skin became a musky, dark crimson. Once everyone saw him in his demonic form, one after the other began to release their human camouflage, until finally the entire room was filled with blood thirsty, sex hungry demons.
He grabbed the left rump of the blood vixen to his right and pulled her into his lap, while the twin dark-wolves' hands slowly moved to his trousers, undoing them. The berserker-tigress on the other hand was around his back, seductively kissing his neck, her paws scratching over his chest, drawing blood. Some vampire girls began scooting over at the smell of his delightful royal blood, and attempted to sink their teeth into him. He grabbed them by the jaw and hissed.
"You want my blood? You'll have to work for it like all the other whores." He growled, pulling the eldest towards him by her necklace and sinking his now slightly sharp tipped tongue into her mouth. The twin wolves started taking turns playing with his cock and the blood vixen rubbed herself against him passionately. He roughly grabbed the outline of the vampire's corset and ripped it off her, using the thick lace of her waist holster as a blindfold.
His hips started jerking automatically, and his hand sunk to the back of the wolf twin's head as he fucked into her pleading mouth mercilessly. The vampire straddled him, swinging her leg over him and clutching his rib cage tightly between her moist thighs. He easily slipped his tail up along her leg until he found her sweet, untouched asshole and slid it inside violently, deeper and deeper. She moaned vigorously into his ear, clawing him closer to her. Their blood spilled over each other, but neither minded as he began licking his own blood off her big round breasts.
With his free hand he grabbed the silky sash off the tigress/dancer, and swung around so the vampire was on his back. He pulled the sash through the twin wolf's mouth and tied it behind her head, pushing her head back onto his pulsing cock once he had done so. She groaned in pleasure and pain, the kind of moan that made him that little bit hornier. He felt whiskers delicately driving over his body, to which his pulse quickened and he shoved the wolf twin's head harder onto his shaft.
Five young snake demons joined the event, and a lesser demon also. That's when Marvel ceased to care who exactly was where doing what. He tilted his head back to the pleasure of feeling his cock engulfed in someone's wet, warm mouth, feeling their tongue playfully teasing his tip. Whispers in his ear and kisses or bites over his entire body, he remembered grabbing to his left, and taking hold of the first cunt he could find and rolling over to gain access, he buried his face between the legs of a snake demon, grabbing her lower back as it arched into his cruelly vigorous licking, driving her to drip her juicy sex all over the carpet of the Advocate, not that that was unusual. He undid her sash and used it to tie her hands behind her back, keeping her arched and awkward. She responded in desperate moans, twitching underneath him and trembling with desire.
The restrained wolf twin was sucking him off while he did so, and the vampire sister sat on the snake demon's face, letting herself get licked out while she slightly asphyxiated the already writhing snake. Hands were everywhere, groping, massaging, scratching, clawing, gliding in and out of someone's cunt or up and down another's cock. Marvel turned his head and saw the lesser demon hoisted on top of a snake demon, having opened her legs in a split and was humping into her violently. Her pained moans rung in his ears like a symphony declaring sex and violence, the most seductive kind. He slowly raised up, pressing the wolf twin harder onto his shaft as he watched admiringly how the lesser demon raped her confidence away. The youngest vampire sister, who had been sucking on the lesser's blood, pulled him off the wolf twin and into her own embrace, holding his head planted between her beautiful breasts, he licked the pearly sweat off her chest and up to her face, leaving a burn mark on her skin from his heated body. If you looked closely you could see the miniscule black flames forming on his skin's surface.
He laid down the wet vampire and shoved his tail deep inside her, moving his body in position behind the lesser demon, and without asking for permission, because it was assumed that Marvel was allowed anything, he shoved his fully engorged eleven inches of erect cock into the demon's rump. The synchronized moans that filled the room made his high all the more orgasmic. His touch would burn anything, several demons already bore the mark of his hands on their skin, bruised or burned by him, but he still moved his tail in and out of the hissing vampire and thrusted into the lesser demon as he thrusted into the snake demon in rhythm, licking the blood off his back as he did so.
He came for the first time then, pulling out just before and shoving his shaft into the nearest receiving mouth, enjoying her whimpers as his semen burned its way down her throat. The eldest vampire's arms appeared from behind him on his shoulders and ran down his chest, and slowly, she sank her teeth into his boiling skin, drawing the blood she so lusted after, bringing her to immediate climax. Marvel turned to the approaching tigress and pulled her to the ground in front of him, pulling her legs apart with his hands and pinning them down into a split before he shoved his hips forward and entered her violently. The vampire went down with him, masturbating on his back and drinking gulps of his blood, her cum oozing out of her and running down his blood stained back.
After a while he started feeling dizzy from the loss of blood, so he called a snake demon towards him, because he knew they had very delicate blood types, and sunk his own fangs into her upper thigh, retreating his tail from the younger vampire and into the newcomer. And when he rose from his blood cocktail, mixed in with the scent of blood, cum and sweat, his nostrils flared at the smell of Nel.
All of his attention ceased from the orgy around him and he raised to find the girl. Hands and mouths were attempting to pull him back down, but nothing could keep him from her. He stood, pulling the snake girl with him as she was busy sliding her mouth along his shaft, and looked around him, but she was nowhere to be found. When he turned back to where he was facing, he frowned when he saw the bath, which wasn't there before, steaming and filled entirely with blood, like in his dream.
He walked towards it, everything seemed to be going in slow motion, and everything was intensified; scent, sight, sound, feeling. His posé of sex beasts followed closely behind him as he entered the bath. The scent became so intense that he could barely control himself. He grabbed about him to find any cunt to release himself into, and looking in her face he saw Nel. His body broke out in lethal black flames. This time he would not let her get away, he pushed her against the side of the bath, forced her legs apart and entered her instantly, licking her cheeks all the way down to her mouth and plunging his tongue in to meet hers. His hands groped her breasts violently, so much lust had collected inside him, lust for her, to fuck her thoroughly. He thrusted faster, harder, as deep as he could but it was never deep enough, he wanted to devour her in that moment, her smell was so penetrating that he could not remember his own name. His claws sunk into her skin and he rubbed her blood all over himself, hearing her moans. A final thrust and he spilled into her, laughing into her open mouth as his seed, mixed with the blood water of the bath entwined with her own orgasm.
"Who knew you fucked like that..." the panting voice of the tigress sounded beneath him, he looked down at her and anger flared in him. He tried to press his eyes closed so he could see clearly because everything was blurry, and she was Nel again, but as he lifted his gaze he saw that they were all Nel. He got off the tigress who had Nel's face, and leaned back against the wall of the bath, resting his head backwards so he was staring up at the ceiling, and let them all fall over him until the peace-pipe wore off.
He walked through the entrance of his estate, yawning from the exhausting afternoon of sexual encounter. As he reached the top of the steps he stopped dead, he would recognize that scent from continents away. Nel was sitting there, crying, again.
"Nel..." He began, feeling the excitement of her presence in his crotch.
"They burned down my house." She said softly between sniffing. "All my belongings, everything of my mother's, it's all gone. I have nothing."
Marvel stooped down in front of her, placed his hand under her chin and pulled her gaze up towards him. "I have many spare rooms, and more than enough clothes for you to wear. You'll stay here." It wasn't a question, it was a command, and he thought as he said it he could feel her pulse quicken.
She hesitated, but eventually gave in, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull her inside.