CHAPTER#40

"Hop on one foot maybe?" Beth hopped up and down to demonstrate. "C'mon, give me something good."

"You seem pretty confident for a woman who is about to spend the rest of her life trapped in this place."

"And you seem pretty confident for a demon that is about to lose."

"You have a quaint saying that has gained in popularity in recent years." Oliver fumbled with his pants. He pulled his cock free, holding it gently in his hand. It was dark red, the color of fire, with thin black lines across its flesh. "Suck my dick."

Beth licked her lips. "I thought you'd never ask." She knelt at his feet, running her fingers along his shaft. His cock was starting to harden in her hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, coaxing the blood to flow where she wanted it.

"Be careful down there," Oliver warned. "This isn't like any cock you've taken before."

Oh, I doubt that, Beth thought. She slowly pumped his shaft, marveling at how thick he already was. His thick foreskin peeled itself back, revealing the soft flesh beneath. It was the color of ebony, and just over an inch thick.

"So far, I'm not seeing anything too different," Beth told him. Oliver smirked, then ran his fingers through her hair.

"I'm going to be gentle," he told her. "But only at first."

Beth opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing his frenulum with her tongue. He tasted of salt and fire, bringing forth a torrent of childhood campfire memories that played behind her eyes like a movie theater in fast forward. The base of his dick was covered in a thick fur that spread to the rest of his crotch. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she sucked him in, taking him to the back of her mouth and running her tongue all along the bottom and sides of his dick.

"Mmm," she moaned, looking up at him. He was still smirking, caressing the sides of her face gently with his fingers. Pulling her mouth back, she realized that he had somehow gotten wider, the edge of his dick bumping against the back of her teeth.

"Mmm?" She asked, trying to pull herself free. He swelled even more inside her mouth, and she pulled him free with a loud POP. The ridge of his cock was expanding upward, looking like the bony frill of a triceratops. His thickening cock glowed with a sinister energy, and she watched in awe as a couple more ridges formed behind the first.

"Some demons don't like to pull out," he told her, then shoved himself back in her mouth. Part of her wanted to fight, to pull his cock free before she was stuck on it. She struggled to breathe, the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat, the next ridge pushing hard against her teeth, forcing her mouth to open even wider. Every logical fiber in her body screamed warnings at her, told her she had taken it too far, and that the game was about to become dangerous.

The lustful part of her, however, noticed that his cock was slightly blade shaped, that it filled her mouth so nicely, and that it couldn't wait to feel such a thing deep inside of her core. Drooling in anticipation, her fingers trembling, she grabbed Oliver's cock, stroking it furiously with her own spit. The smirk faded from his face, replaced by astonishment. Beth was determined to take us much of him in her mouth as possible.

"Gllgull," she muttered, spitting all over herself and his shaft. The second ridge pushed past her teeth, and the first ridge past her tonsils. She felt him touching the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex, but it no longer mattered. She had found her happy place, her sweet spot, the moment where she had full control over her body. How many times had she spit roasted herself with her bizarre dildos, trained herself to take an odd cock deep in her throat, cum violently enough that she left bite marks in one of her toys? This was the real deal, and she was determined to experience it to the fullest.

"That's my girl," Oliver said, watching in amusement while Beth forced her head forward. Beth adjusted her body, allowing his dick to move just a bit farther down her throat, her fingers tracing circles on the third ridge of his boner. She pushed his pants even farther down, seeking out his scrotum only to discover a large, fleshy pouch with a pair of giant testicles inside.

Beth pumped the demon with her hand, gargling on his shaft. Oliver sighed with pleasure, petting the back of her head, his long fingers stroking her neck. Her jaw hurt, forced ever wider, but she didn't care. She swallowed, her throat closing around the tip of his shaft, waves of heat washing over her when Oliver moaned. Those pulses hit her in the gut, stoking the fire she had already built, pushing her to the limit.

"You are something else," he told her. She felt him tense up, and quickly pulled herself off of his dick, his magnificent member shining with drool. A long line of spittle trailed from the tip of it to her mouth.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he said.

"No, you told me to blow you. Not to completion, I may add." Beth grinned. "And the last thing I want is to find out that eating your cum counts as food in this place."

Oliver laughed. "You are a tricky one! For the record, my sexual fluids are safe to eat." He winked at her. "In this place is a reflecting pool. The person who left spoke the words of magic at the pool and then fell into it. By this process, they were able to leave this place."

"What are the magic words that I need to speak at the reflecting pool?" Beth asked, licking her lips. Oliver was breathing heavily through his nose, his yellow eyes practically sparkling.