NANIIEBIM- HERE BE DEMONS

Cetanu watches as his Saguina dances before the bad blood clan. Her body undulating, hips grinding on nothing and seeming everything at once. The movements are erotic, mesmerizing even to the Ancient Dark Warrior. The bra top barely holds her breasts, they seem to defy physics appearing to be on the verge of spilling from their confines and yet…he shakes his head, he’s not here for her. The rhythmic movement of her torso, now combined to serpentine twists and bends, ethereal skirting flowing more fluidly than any river, has every male in the audience chamber in her thrall. He tears his eyes from her, searching for the one he has come for, spying him practically drooling over the spectacle that is Cherry Saguina Acola. His Cherry, His Saguina. What the pauk is he thinking? She’s a mere mortal, unworthy…but is she?

He watches her once more. She’s stunningly beautiful. Small for a female, but he made her what she is now. Her taut belly on full display, beautiful starlit eyes seeing all, yet avoiding all at once. He can see the wisps of black smoke coming from them that mortals cannot see. Her flesh is pliant, soft, and yet so Yautja. Her lips are full, and almost always smiling - I wonder what sounds she would make…He catches himself mid-thought. This is a desire he has not felt for millenia. Why her? She’s brash, chaotic, a menace at the best of times, but those shoulders…that slender neck…the crux of which just begging to be marked, claimed. He realizes then that she is watching him. Her dance seemingly becoming more for him, just him. A graceful leg, nude, peeking out from the flowing slits of her skirt. The coins on her bra reflect the low lights, hypnotizing those near her. The hip belt’s coins create carnal music, pulling him into her sphere.

The song ends, halting her movements. The sway of her hips leads him away from the stage. She settles into a secluded alcove on the other side of the chamber, oblivious to the giant male following her in. She sits with her legs crossed, waiting for the one she’s supposed to entrap this night.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He’s not supposed to show himself. She is on a mission for him. What the pauk is he doing? Before another can follow her in, he pulls the curtain across, for once surprising her. “Cherrrry.” Her name is a purr from his throat, as he slowly appears before her.

“Cet, I thought you weren’t coming tonight? Change your mind?” She’s never afraid of him, never flinches in his presence. Maybe that’s what it was about her? Maybe? He scents her then, breathing in deeply. Mistake, pauk smells too good…too pauking good.

“My Cherrry.” He can see her confusion for a moment, head tilting ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, big guy?” She asks, looking concerned for him.

He bends down for her, to her, face drifting to her neck, his desire growing. “Mine.” He nuzzles against her sensitive pulse point, drawing a gasp from her lips. Arousal, her arousal begins to fill the air of the alcove. His hand caresses down her side, ghosting her ribs, down to her hip. “Neeeed youuuu.” He’s nibbling her neck now, desperate to mark her, fill her, breed her. He’s a GOD, what the pauk is wrong with him! But…he doesn’t stop. His massive textured cock slips from his slit, already beginning to throb, the veins pronounced, straining. His hand slips below the flowing skirt and meets - nothing. The groan that leaves his throat causes another wave of arousal to flow through her. His thick finger reaches her folds - so pauking wet. “Is that for me, my Cherry Saguina, my huntress?” She’s unable to speak, only nodding, spreading her legs for him, inviting him closer. She doesn’t hesitate to pull him to her, but he knows she must be prepared.

He has never struggled to hold himself back, never felt lust so encompassing that the very thought of waiting is painful. He slowly pushes his finger in, mindful of his claws. A low growl of approval rumbles through him, her slick tunnel stretching for him, and yet so tight. He can’t wait any longer; he has to be inside her now. He pulls his finger away, a soft whine of loss following its retreat. He hikes her legs up, knees over his shoulders, as the tip of his cock starts its slow assault on her entry. She’s panting, just as desperate for him as he is for her. “My Cherrry.” He slips further in, shallow thrust waxing and waning, going as slow as he can, desperate to ram himself to the hilt inside her weeping cunt. Weeping for him.

Her claws are digging into his hardened skin, drawing neon fluid to the surface. She’s making me bleed!? That snaps his restraint, hips bucking forward, filling her to the brim. She’s so tight it’s almost painful…almost. He begins ramming into her, his pace brutal, and yet - her hips match his, thrust for thrust, brutality and passion flooding them. The world beyond the alcove has vanished, leaving only the sound of their raw, lewd, and delicious coupling - a symphony to his ears. Every noise she makes, every moan and desperate whisper of, “yes, Cet, of pauk, yes, please don’t stop, more,” sending him further into a lustful haze.

“Hey! What are you doing with MY bitch?!”

It only takes a moment for Kreiger to realize his fatal error as the God of Death swivels his head, to roar at the insolent male. The curtain falls back into place as Kreiger, struck dead, tumbles to the ground. His final gasp of air woven into a wisp of black smoke.

Cetanu’s gaze returns to the creature beneath him. He’s no longer able to resist, his teeth latching onto her tender flesh, her blood flooding his mouth, his fangs entrapping her. She’s cumming hard, a roar of sheer ecstasy riding a wave of slick flowing down his thighs. His thrusts are sloppy, then he hammers in one last time, pouring his seed out, the knot at the base of his member, locking into place. “Minnnnne.” The purring growl is loud enough for all to hear. She is claimed, and not by the corpse that was Kreiger.

He knows what he has done. He laps at her wound, the dark mark already clear for any and all to see. Her legs are still shaking, a second orgasm raging down her body, as his cock continues to throb deep inside her. He sits back on his haunches, pulling her with him, lowering her legs. “This will take some time, my sweet Cherrry.” He continues his rolling purr, his caresses, his lust-filled mind wanting to claim her over and over. From the corner of his eyes, he catches a fleeting four-armed figure, thunder rising as she vanishes - Paya. The goddess herself, witnessing their private blasphemy. He no longer cares. He has what he has truly wanted all along - a female for himself, a womb for himself, a delicious cunt he fully plans on feasting upon while the other gods watch. “My Cherry.”

She catches him by surprise then, her sharp fangs biting deep into the flesh of his shoulder near his neck, her cunt once again squeezing him tightly. “Mine…” Oh, she is audacious and he accepts it, all of it, his purr growling louder as she now laps at his wound. Pauk, he’ll never leave her cunt at this rate, his knot begins to ease, his own body shuddering from the pure pleasure of her.

“This will not do, my huntress.” Soon they are fading to his realm, hidden from the mortal plane, from prying eyes of other gods and goddesses, hidden from the lustful gawking of other males and females. There they remain but he’s not done with her yet, not even close. His cock, still achingly hard, ready to fill her again, ready to bend her in ways neither thought possible. Pauking her until dawn, then pauking her some more. She is his goddess, his divine mate. His.

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Inspiration for this post, come directly from Nine Inch Nails