CHAPTER#42

"You fucking monster," she said, her eyes blazing with a fire of their own. His eyes widened in surprise as she thrust herself against him, both of them now pushing into each other, the ridges popping free and back in, his breath and his skin hot, his claws sharp.

Oliver grabbed onto her ass and pushed forward into her, moving deeper than ever. Burying himself in her cunt, he opened his fanged mouth wide and roared. When he came, his sticky hot cum caused Beth's whole body to spasm, her own orgasm building. She rode him hard, feeling a second load fill her tight vagina, her already full pussy spraying the couch beneath him with demon sperm. It was hot, and red like fire, staining her legs and the cushion beneath her. The warmth flooded throughout her pelvis, her whole body suddenly ablaze with pleasure.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes yes yes yes yes YES!" She forced herself onto him, tipping him over. His wings expanded, and they both crashed against the couch, nearly knocking it over. Beth's orgasm caused her whole body to tense up, and she slid her hands from Oliver's horns to his neck. The muscles beneath her hands felt like iron, but she squeezed them anyway, attempting to choke the life from him. She knew she couldn't hurt him, and the look of surprise on the demon's face only fueled the lust inside her core. She let out a loud roar of her own, spraying his face in her spit, her whole body a giant spring that was now uncoiling. Her roars of lust escalated into a scream of pleasure as the heat of his cum traveled the lengths of her body. Letting go of Oliver's neck, she fell over backward, gasping for air.

Oliver sat up, leaning over her, his teeth bared like an angry dog. Panting, he pulled his cock free of her, sliding slowly out of her sloppy wet hole. He let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with delight and menace.

"Ixiar Tobish Anuit." He told her. "Those are the words you must speak at the reflecting pool before falling in."

"Then I will speak those words," Beth whispered, her throat sore from screaming. Sticking her fingers inside of herself, she pushed out his cum, rubbing it across her pussy in lazy circles. Oliver sat back on his haunches, his wings folding back into his body. His fierce musculature faded away as he shrank, the monster disappearing back into the man.

"Allow me to help you," Oliver said, holding out a hand. Beth took it, pulling herself up into a seated position. More cum spilled free of her, soaking the cushions beneath her. Staring at the mess they had made, Beth looked at Oliver, who was once more back in his clothes, a sly grin on his face.

"I don't have to worry about demon babies, do I?" she asked.

Oliver laughed. "You are of far more use to me without the burden of children."

"You assume I lost?" Beth asked.

"We shall see," Oliver told her. Standing, he helped her to rise. "I will take you to the reflecting pool, and the result of our game will become clear to us both."

"You tricked me somehow," Beth said, pulling her panties back on. Her labia were sore, and her crotch was hot with the demon's seed, but the inner fire had finally been sated. Fucking a demon had been different than anything she had ever expected, and she knew that she would do it again in a heartbeat.

"Perhaps. Follow me." Oliver held her hand, leading her away from the gazebo. Beth found it odd that he walked her instead of simply teleporting. She realized it was part of the game, the part where he revealed his master plan, trapping Beth in this place forever. Several emotions went through her mind, wonder, worry, and even regret. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew, maybe even trapped herself in this place. Looking at Oliver's backside, imagining the wings ripping free of his skin, she had to ask herself a question.

Would being stuck here be so bad?

He led her through the hedges, and they turned the corner on a large reflecting pool. Surrounding it were several statues of fish, crab, and other assorted sea creatures. The pool was about ten feet long and four feet wide, and Beth saw that the sky was perfectly reflected in it.

"Here you are," Oliver told her, standing next to her. She saw that he had no reflection in the pond—it was as if she stood all by herself.

"Here is where we figure out who wins and who loses." Beth smiled at Oliver. "I hope you have found my time here... amusing."

"Indeed I have." Oliver raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently.

"Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"If you were ever freed from this place, what would you do?"

Oliver smiled. "Great and terrible things. From humanities point of view, it is best that I remain here for all of eternity."

"I see." Beth frowned. "That's too bad."

She stood before the pond, gazing into her reflection. She could see the claw marks on her legs, the damp spot on her crotch, even the fiery cum running down her thighs. She was a hot, sexy mess, and the sight of it all was turning her on.

"Do you remember when you asked me what kinds of dreams I had?" Beth asked.

"I do." Oliver was watching her, anticipation written across his face. The skin around his eyes was crinkled, his face like a little boy about to open a birthday present.

"That told me that you could only answer a question directly asked. You are powerful, but not omniscient, which means you don't know everything."

Oliver's smile faltered. "Oh?"

"That was an important fact for me. It meant that I could begin manipulating you before you knew I was trying to." Beth winked at him. "Which meant that when I pretended to lick the wine off my hand, you thought you would win all along. You answered my questions without deviation, hoping that this moment would go much, much differently."