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Nights : Etna
Nights : Etna
Or
Whatever is a Demoness Supposed to Do.
By Darkangel98s
Disclaimer: I do not own or challenge the rights of any of the Characters in this Story. The story idea itself, however, is mine. If you want to use it, or review it, or even request a story, please feel free to do so. My E-mail is darkangel98s@hotmaIL.com . I love to hear from fans, and need ideas all of the time. Also, check out our website Writings on the Wall, at www.yahoo.com/shadow_angel48s
Hentai Alert!!!
The following story contains scenes of sometimes graphic sex of an entertaining and arousing nature. If you are not old enough in your home area, or are offended by healthy, normal rowdy sex between consenting fictional characters, then PISS OFF! This story is not for you, why are you even going to a site that carries this type of story. Oh yea… and parents of the 13-year-old reading this, get a clue. This was written by an adult for adults. If your kid is reading this, it is not my, nor the site it was posted on fault. I would never allow my stories on a site without an age restriction, and I did not personally E-mail it to them. If you would like to blame someone, then blame yourselves, and your obviously inept parenting skills. Watch what your kids do on the net, or at least check the history, to see what they have been looking for. Don't be a Lame ass and look for a scapegoat. Anyway, on with the lewdness and profanity.
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A Night with Etna
The throne room was quiet, as Etna sat on the arm of the throne. She looked down at Laharl as he sat, face scrunched up, deep in though. He had been that way for about an hour now. She sighed inwardly, before leaning down, and looking into his face again. That was when she heard it. The very faint snore. Her eyes flashed red with anger, and she whacked him on the back of his head. He fell off the throne, and onto the floor, landing on his face. He awoke with a jolt, leaping to his feet, eyes blazing with his own anger.
“WHO DARES!”
She whacked him on the back of the head again, and he spun. She was still sitting on the arm of his throne, hands on her hips, glaring at him. He backed up a step, surprised.
“What did ya do THAT for!”
“Well, Mr. Overlord. I ask you a question, and you fell asleep while pretending to think about the answer.” He frowned and seemed to think again, before he snapped.
“Oh, YEA!” He grinned, and sat back down on the throne. She was watching him through her frown, and was annoyed that he seemed so pleased with himself.
“WELL! What’s the answer?”
He was quiet for a long moment, looking into her eyes. He tilted his head sideways, still looking at her.
“What was the question again.”
“AHRG!!! YOU IDIOT!” Her dainty little fist connected with his face with the force of a sledge hammer, and she began to pummel him relentlessly.
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They sat there, her on the arm of his throne, and turned away from him, she had her chin tilted up, and her eyes closed. Her crossed arms were a definite sign that she was, in fact still angry.
“Jeez Etna. Did you forget who the Overlord is here?” Laharl had an almost identical look, frowning and looking away. He had a small bruise over his left eye, and that was all the damage he seemed to have taken.
“Well, you do know how I hate to be ignored. Especially when I’m in the ‘mood’.”
Laharl glanced back over at her. He grinned. “That was the question you ask me.”
Etna sighed loudly. She turned back around, and slid off of her perch on the thrones arm. She slid across Laharl’s lap till she was sitting straddling his knees.
“Yea, Laharl. That’s what I ask you. I said ‘Do you wanna fuck me while Flonne is out with Gordan?’” She sat there, looking him in the eyes, arms still crossed, still frowning.
“Uh… Let me think about…” She reached down, and grabbed him by the balls, and gave them a hard squeeze. “OWWW!!! Uh… Yea… Sure. As long as we hurry before Flonne gets back.”
“AS long as we get done before ‘Flonne’ gets back!” Her mocking tone made him glare, and she made a cute little eep noise. Maybe she should not push him too far. She was, after all, getting what she wanted.
Her hand undid his pant’s drawstring, and still sitting on his knees, yanked them down enough to free his soft member. She took it in hand, smooth leather of her long gloves letting her hand slide all over it like silk, and Laharl sighed, as his cock suddenly began to swell. Her small hands wrapped around his member and began to pump it, running those cool leather hands up and down his shaft. His cock was just right for her, it was short, but wide, and she loved how it stretched her tight little pussy.
She scooted back, so that her ass hung in the air off the throne, but she still was straddling him. She bent low, and kissed the tip of his cock, making it jump in her hands. She snickered and looked up at him. He had is eyes closed, and had a good grip on the thrones arms.
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna bite it off. I’m not a Succubus after all.” She licked the purple tip, still watching his face, and was rewarded with his weak gasp. “Get ready, Prince, cause here it comes. Hopefully not too soon.” He looked down at her, and she giggled just before she took his cock head into her mouth, slowly swallowing it, and listening to him whimper. She took it all the way down, to the base, and rested her chin against his balls. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the pulse there, tasting his precum in the back of her throat, and slowly pulled her head back up, sucking like a vacuum.
“Etna!” Laharl said her name, and she heard his hand wrenching at the arm rests. She started to bob her head, slowly at first, licking her way down, and sucking hard on the way up. He was really starting to moan and groan, his breathing was getting ragged and sweat was actually appearing on his forehead. He was always a sucker for a blowjob.
She slipped a hand down between her legs, and stroked her clit, not that she needed to. She was already as randy as any succubi. But if felt really good. She stopped moving her head, and simply began swirling her tongue on the tip of his cock, when suddenly she felt him grab her pony tails, and his hips bucked once, twice, and he grunted. She tasted warm, hot semen jet down her throat, and she swallowed, as fast as she could, but she felt a little slip past her lips. She attacked his cock with a vengeance, sucking and licking the tip like a mad woman, till every last drop had come free, and still she kept going. She felt the cock soften, then before it reached flaccid, it began to harden again.
She stopped sucking, and sat straighter, scooting herself much closer to his cock. Her hand still pumped his ever hardening dick. She sat there, watching him, and ran a finger along her lips, removing the last drop of cum from her lips. She then took that finger and slipped it to his lip, pushing it softly in side, running it across his tongue. He sucked his own seed greedily from the leather, and she smiled. She gave his cock a hard squeeze.
“Looks like the taste of you has helped get this baby ready for round two.” She raised herself on her knees, and scooted her leather miniskirt over his cock, and to the bare flesh below. She never wore underwear, as it gave her a very visible panty line in a skirt as tight as the one she wore, and she liked her ass to be smooth as silk. She also liked the fact that she could have sex like this, and never worry about having to take things off, or, in a hurry, put something back on. There was the added bonus of feeling like a tramp when she got horny.
She used her hand to guide his thick member to her pussies entrance, and she rubbed it’s thick head against her swollen lip, before lowering herself quickly onto it. She gave a very content purr and smiled a big smile, feeling stretched and full for the first time in a month. He was looking at her, and she suddenly leaned close, lips locking to his, tongue dancing between their lips as they kissed. She wrapped both arms around his neck, and slowly raised and lowered her hips. His hand reached up, and tugged the leather tube top she wore down, and ran his palms across her small tits. Her nipples jutted out, larger than most would have expected, and he broke their kiss to dip his head down and take one in his mouth, sucking it like she sucked his cock. She groaned, and rocked her hips a little faster.
Her breathing was becoming a little more ragged, and she ground down hard, and moaned.
“That little… Angel… Doesn’t do… Do it like… this… does she…” She pumped her ass hard, up and down a few times to illustrate her point, and reached down, sliding her hands across his bare chest, finding one of his nipples, and twisting it hard. He cried out, and she began to ride him in earnest.
“Little … Miss… Goody… Damn, Damn, Damn… Doesn’t Fu-fu-fuck!… Like this… Does she!” She began a rough back and forth motion, dragging her clit across his pubic hair, and threw her head back. She still had a nipple in one hand, and twisted when he did not answer. “DOES SHE!”
“NO! FUCK NO!” He grabbed her tiny, firm round ass, and began to move her, make her ride him faster, and she dropped her head to his shoulder, and concentrated on riding him.
One hand slipped back, and grabbed the edge of her mini, and yanked it up, bearing the bare skin of her ass. His hands, forced to leave by the moving skirt returned with a passion, grabbing both cheeks and bucking her on him, impaling her his full length each go. Her head still rested on his shoulder, and she was non stop moaning.
“My… God DAMN… My Ass… Stick a… FUCK! … yes…. Stick a finger up my.. my ASS!” Laharl did not even hesitate, and his index finger dipped inside her anus. She suddenly sat rod strait, hips working with a furious fervor, and her groans changed to screams, as stopped, hip twitching against her will, and her cunt began to contract, squeeze and ripple against his cock. His hands clinched hard enough to leave red marks on her ass as her orgasm sent him into his second, and they both rode the whirlwind of pleasure together.
The collapsed as one, Etna resting atop Laharl, both panting like race horses. Their sweaty bodied made the air in the throne room cool, and after a moment, Etna scooted her dress back down slowly, dislodging Laharl’s finger from her ass. She sighed, and giggle as it popped out, and pulled it up, giving it a good sucking. Good thing she was such a through cleaner. She was a wild one, but even she would not suck on shit.
Laharl was looking at her, and she grinned. “What do you see in that angel, that I can’t do, huh?”
He was somber, and he looked at her with calm, cool eyes. “She reminds me of my mother…”
She looked at him for a moment, before laughing , and sliding off his cock, and out of his lap. She turned and walked away, shaking her head and laughing.
“And people call me sick with my sexual tastes are weird. Prince, at least I don’t wanna stick it in my mommy. Later, Princy!” She waved over her shoulder, and as soon as she was around the corner, took off at a full sprint as she hear Laharl leap to his feet an roar.
“ETNA!!!”
Or
Whatever is a Demoness Supposed to Do.
By Darkangel98s
Disclaimer: I do not own or challenge the rights of any of the Characters in this Story. The story idea itself, however, is mine. If you want to use it, or review it, or even request a story, please feel free to do so. My E-mail is darkangel98s@hotmaIL.com . I love to hear from fans, and need ideas all of the time. Also, check out our website Writings on the Wall, at www.yahoo.com/shadow_angel48s
Hentai Alert!!!
The following story contains scenes of sometimes graphic sex of an entertaining and arousing nature. If you are not old enough in your home area, or are offended by healthy, normal rowdy sex between consenting fictional characters, then PISS OFF! This story is not for you, why are you even going to a site that carries this type of story. Oh yea… and parents of the 13-year-old reading this, get a clue. This was written by an adult for adults. If your kid is reading this, it is not my, nor the site it was posted on fault. I would never allow my stories on a site without an age restriction, and I did not personally E-mail it to them. If you would like to blame someone, then blame yourselves, and your obviously inept parenting skills. Watch what your kids do on the net, or at least check the history, to see what they have been looking for. Don't be a Lame ass and look for a scapegoat. Anyway, on with the lewdness and profanity.
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A Night with Etna
The throne room was quiet, as Etna sat on the arm of the throne. She looked down at Laharl as he sat, face scrunched up, deep in though. He had been that way for about an hour now. She sighed inwardly, before leaning down, and looking into his face again. That was when she heard it. The very faint snore. Her eyes flashed red with anger, and she whacked him on the back of his head. He fell off the throne, and onto the floor, landing on his face. He awoke with a jolt, leaping to his feet, eyes blazing with his own anger.
“WHO DARES!”
She whacked him on the back of the head again, and he spun. She was still sitting on the arm of his throne, hands on her hips, glaring at him. He backed up a step, surprised.
“What did ya do THAT for!”
“Well, Mr. Overlord. I ask you a question, and you fell asleep while pretending to think about the answer.” He frowned and seemed to think again, before he snapped.
“Oh, YEA!” He grinned, and sat back down on the throne. She was watching him through her frown, and was annoyed that he seemed so pleased with himself.
“WELL! What’s the answer?”
He was quiet for a long moment, looking into her eyes. He tilted his head sideways, still looking at her.
“What was the question again.”
“AHRG!!! YOU IDIOT!” Her dainty little fist connected with his face with the force of a sledge hammer, and she began to pummel him relentlessly.
*************************
They sat there, her on the arm of his throne, and turned away from him, she had her chin tilted up, and her eyes closed. Her crossed arms were a definite sign that she was, in fact still angry.
“Jeez Etna. Did you forget who the Overlord is here?” Laharl had an almost identical look, frowning and looking away. He had a small bruise over his left eye, and that was all the damage he seemed to have taken.
“Well, you do know how I hate to be ignored. Especially when I’m in the ‘mood’.”
Laharl glanced back over at her. He grinned. “That was the question you ask me.”
Etna sighed loudly. She turned back around, and slid off of her perch on the thrones arm. She slid across Laharl’s lap till she was sitting straddling his knees.
“Yea, Laharl. That’s what I ask you. I said ‘Do you wanna fuck me while Flonne is out with Gordan?’” She sat there, looking him in the eyes, arms still crossed, still frowning.
“Uh… Let me think about…” She reached down, and grabbed him by the balls, and gave them a hard squeeze. “OWWW!!! Uh… Yea… Sure. As long as we hurry before Flonne gets back.”
“AS long as we get done before ‘Flonne’ gets back!” Her mocking tone made him glare, and she made a cute little eep noise. Maybe she should not push him too far. She was, after all, getting what she wanted.
Her hand undid his pant’s drawstring, and still sitting on his knees, yanked them down enough to free his soft member. She took it in hand, smooth leather of her long gloves letting her hand slide all over it like silk, and Laharl sighed, as his cock suddenly began to swell. Her small hands wrapped around his member and began to pump it, running those cool leather hands up and down his shaft. His cock was just right for her, it was short, but wide, and she loved how it stretched her tight little pussy.
She scooted back, so that her ass hung in the air off the throne, but she still was straddling him. She bent low, and kissed the tip of his cock, making it jump in her hands. She snickered and looked up at him. He had is eyes closed, and had a good grip on the thrones arms.
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna bite it off. I’m not a Succubus after all.” She licked the purple tip, still watching his face, and was rewarded with his weak gasp. “Get ready, Prince, cause here it comes. Hopefully not too soon.” He looked down at her, and she giggled just before she took his cock head into her mouth, slowly swallowing it, and listening to him whimper. She took it all the way down, to the base, and rested her chin against his balls. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the pulse there, tasting his precum in the back of her throat, and slowly pulled her head back up, sucking like a vacuum.
“Etna!” Laharl said her name, and she heard his hand wrenching at the arm rests. She started to bob her head, slowly at first, licking her way down, and sucking hard on the way up. He was really starting to moan and groan, his breathing was getting ragged and sweat was actually appearing on his forehead. He was always a sucker for a blowjob.
She slipped a hand down between her legs, and stroked her clit, not that she needed to. She was already as randy as any succubi. But if felt really good. She stopped moving her head, and simply began swirling her tongue on the tip of his cock, when suddenly she felt him grab her pony tails, and his hips bucked once, twice, and he grunted. She tasted warm, hot semen jet down her throat, and she swallowed, as fast as she could, but she felt a little slip past her lips. She attacked his cock with a vengeance, sucking and licking the tip like a mad woman, till every last drop had come free, and still she kept going. She felt the cock soften, then before it reached flaccid, it began to harden again.
She stopped sucking, and sat straighter, scooting herself much closer to his cock. Her hand still pumped his ever hardening dick. She sat there, watching him, and ran a finger along her lips, removing the last drop of cum from her lips. She then took that finger and slipped it to his lip, pushing it softly in side, running it across his tongue. He sucked his own seed greedily from the leather, and she smiled. She gave his cock a hard squeeze.
“Looks like the taste of you has helped get this baby ready for round two.” She raised herself on her knees, and scooted her leather miniskirt over his cock, and to the bare flesh below. She never wore underwear, as it gave her a very visible panty line in a skirt as tight as the one she wore, and she liked her ass to be smooth as silk. She also liked the fact that she could have sex like this, and never worry about having to take things off, or, in a hurry, put something back on. There was the added bonus of feeling like a tramp when she got horny.
She used her hand to guide his thick member to her pussies entrance, and she rubbed it’s thick head against her swollen lip, before lowering herself quickly onto it. She gave a very content purr and smiled a big smile, feeling stretched and full for the first time in a month. He was looking at her, and she suddenly leaned close, lips locking to his, tongue dancing between their lips as they kissed. She wrapped both arms around his neck, and slowly raised and lowered her hips. His hand reached up, and tugged the leather tube top she wore down, and ran his palms across her small tits. Her nipples jutted out, larger than most would have expected, and he broke their kiss to dip his head down and take one in his mouth, sucking it like she sucked his cock. She groaned, and rocked her hips a little faster.
Her breathing was becoming a little more ragged, and she ground down hard, and moaned.
“That little… Angel… Doesn’t do… Do it like… this… does she…” She pumped her ass hard, up and down a few times to illustrate her point, and reached down, sliding her hands across his bare chest, finding one of his nipples, and twisting it hard. He cried out, and she began to ride him in earnest.
“Little … Miss… Goody… Damn, Damn, Damn… Doesn’t Fu-fu-fuck!… Like this… Does she!” She began a rough back and forth motion, dragging her clit across his pubic hair, and threw her head back. She still had a nipple in one hand, and twisted when he did not answer. “DOES SHE!”
“NO! FUCK NO!” He grabbed her tiny, firm round ass, and began to move her, make her ride him faster, and she dropped her head to his shoulder, and concentrated on riding him.
One hand slipped back, and grabbed the edge of her mini, and yanked it up, bearing the bare skin of her ass. His hands, forced to leave by the moving skirt returned with a passion, grabbing both cheeks and bucking her on him, impaling her his full length each go. Her head still rested on his shoulder, and she was non stop moaning.
“My… God DAMN… My Ass… Stick a… FUCK! … yes…. Stick a finger up my.. my ASS!” Laharl did not even hesitate, and his index finger dipped inside her anus. She suddenly sat rod strait, hips working with a furious fervor, and her groans changed to screams, as stopped, hip twitching against her will, and her cunt began to contract, squeeze and ripple against his cock. His hands clinched hard enough to leave red marks on her ass as her orgasm sent him into his second, and they both rode the whirlwind of pleasure together.
The collapsed as one, Etna resting atop Laharl, both panting like race horses. Their sweaty bodied made the air in the throne room cool, and after a moment, Etna scooted her dress back down slowly, dislodging Laharl’s finger from her ass. She sighed, and giggle as it popped out, and pulled it up, giving it a good sucking. Good thing she was such a through cleaner. She was a wild one, but even she would not suck on shit.
Laharl was looking at her, and she grinned. “What do you see in that angel, that I can’t do, huh?”
He was somber, and he looked at her with calm, cool eyes. “She reminds me of my mother…”
She looked at him for a moment, before laughing , and sliding off his cock, and out of his lap. She turned and walked away, shaking her head and laughing.
“And people call me sick with my sexual tastes are weird. Prince, at least I don’t wanna stick it in my mommy. Later, Princy!” She waved over her shoulder, and as soon as she was around the corner, took off at a full sprint as she hear Laharl leap to his feet an roar.
“ETNA!!!”