Ristanna Goes Hunting

-- The Deal

Kristanna rang the bell and stood calmly in front of the door. As she waited, she looked around at the garden of the fancy suburban house. It was practically a mansion, surrounded by similarly impressive and high-value properties inside a gated neighborhood. "The house is a bit too much, but I like the privacy", she thought, hearing steps approaching the door before it swiftly swung open.

"Ah, welcome Ms. Morgan. I appreciate you being on time." said the man at the door. He had a British accent and a gentle tone to his voice. He gulped nervously, in a state of awe as his eyes moved up and down Kristanna's body.

The black Amazon knew very well what was going through his head now, but she pretended not to, smiling confidently, "Just call me Kris, no need for such formalities. I am guessing you're Jonathan."

"Correct! It's a pleasure to meet you! Please come inside, my wife will be with us shortly."

As Jonathan stepped aside, Kristanna walked in with a sensual gait. Jonathan felt his heart race as he stared at the goddess entering his house. The black woman wore a white crop top that rested casually on her perky breasts. It was almost transparent, clearly outlining her pierced nipples. The top left her midriff exposed, displaying her perfectly shredded abdomen under her chocolate skin. Her hips opened wide, forming a perfect hourglass figure enveloped in tight denim jeans. Even through the fabric her thigh muscles visibly flexed with each step. Her legs were two thick pillars of pure muscle.

Those powerful quads and hamstrings supported impressive glutes that protruded like two massive, round cushions behind Kristanna. No porn star or rapper with a BBL could even compare to the size of those cheeks. Kristanna's ass was in a league of its own. It was unrealistically huge, shaking and wobbling violently with her every step, putting those jeans to work trying to contain that colossal marvel. The leather belt she wore could barely wrap around her waist, those pants had to be custom-made to fit so much inside them.

Jonathan had never seen anyone who looked like that, he didn't even think it was possible to have such a body. Kristanna had to be at least six feet tall, muscular and fit, and yet with curves that would put any porn star to shame. They most certainly knocked the words out of Jonatha's mouth, "You are... I have to say, the descriptions didn't do you justice."

Kristanna smiled softly, acknowledging the compliment but moving on swiftly. She looked around at the beautiful and spacious home, perfectly clean and decorated with expensive items. She could tell they probably had hired a maid or two to keep a house this big organized and clean. "Yeah, I get that a lot." She casually replied, taking in her surroundings.

"Please, take a seat", Jonathan said as he gestured towards the lounging area. Two sofas were facing each other with a small table between them. Coffee and cookies were perfectly laid out on a tray for visitors. As Kristanna sat, Jonathan joined her on the opposite sofa so they could talk.

"Great place you have here", Kristanna remarked politely.

"Indeed! I got it last year from a client. He needed to downsize so he sold this to me cheap!"

"I like how it's so big and far from the neighbors. It avoids problems with them calling the police."

Jonathan seemed puzzled for a moment, "Umm... why would the neighbors call the police?"

"Oh, because of all the noise. The screams and all", Kristanna said casually, leaning back and spreading her knees wide in a relaxed stance.

Jonathan's eyes opened wide as he saw the massive bulge by Kristanna's crotch in full display. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. He had been so distracted by Kristanna's thighs and ass he had missed the giant protruding bulge at the front of her pants. Not that he didn't know, on the contrary, this bulge was basically the reason why Kristanna was invited to his home. But it was still impressive to see in person. It was almost as if she had two footballs stuck inside her jeans. And then, descending parallel to one of her inner thighs, the obvious outline of her cock stretched the jeans. That beast was thicker than a soda can, and it had to be at least twelve inches long despite still being soft and crammed under the jeans.

Kristanna noticed Jonathan's gaze, but she didn't seem to be phased by it. In fact, it amused her. She allowed him to stare for as long as he wanted, several awkward seconds passed before the words were unstuck from his throat. He struggled to regain his train of thought, "I ahh... I just wanted to make sure our arrangement is clear to you, as we talked online."

"It's pretty simple to me. I fuck your wife and get her pregnant, then you pay me. Anything I am missing?" Kristanna casually answered, direct as always.

"Well, crudely speaking, that's the deal. Me and Svetlana have been trying for a couple of years now, we did everything. Doctors say it's me, my sperm is just... not viable. Then I heard about you from a friend..."

Kristanna interrupted, she wasn't here for history lessons, "Right. It's ok. You don't have to worry, Jonathan dear. One load and she will have a few babies in her. But I'll throw in a couple of bonus ones just to be sure, ok? So, is she here? I'd like to see her."

"She is in the bedroom, I will call her in a moment. I just wanted to make sure we understood each other. I will leave for work and you two can do your... business. I will check in with Svetlana to make sure everything went well and only then will I transfer the money."

Kristanna nodded, "Sounds fair. Just out of curiosity, how long do you usually stay at work?"

"About eight hours at a maximum, I should be back in the late afternoon. But how is this relevant?"

"Oh, just eight hours? In that case, you can pay me personally when you're back. I'll probably still be here"

Jonathan laughed nervously, "Haha... yeah, very funny." He said while jokingly pointing a gunfinger at Kristanna.

The black amazon didn't laugh, she had a calm expression and a soft smile on her beautiful lips. Her piercing hazel eyes fixated on Jonathan without blinking, making him nervous as he realized she was probably not joking. "Well, I guess I should introduce you then... Svetlana, dear. Please come to the living room, my love."

From one of the corridors leading deeper into the house emerged a tall, beautiful redhead. She could have been a model, perhaps she was. Considering Jonathan's wealth and status, it was not surprising that his wife would be this beautiful. She was 5'10", most likely in her late twenties. Her skin was pale, her hair was a bright, natural orange. Flowing, slightly wavy flocks descended on her back, all the way to her waist. She wore a casual, white summer dress that flowed with her every step, her C-cup breasts bouncing with her gait. Elegant platform heels made her look even taller as she approached, standing next to her husband. Her ice-blue eyes looked at Kristanna shyly, her freckled cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she spoke with a soft voice and a Russian accent, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Morgan."

"Nice to meet you too, Svetlana. Please just call me Kris."

"Remarkable, isn't she?" Jonathan spoke proudly as if Svetlana wasn't there, "Met her on a trip to Russia, took her from her family's bakery and straight to the altar!."

Kristanna ignored what he said, keeping her eyes on Svetlana and speaking without even turning to face Jonathan, "Alright, dear. You can go to work, I got it from here". Kristanna tapped the seat next to herself as she looked at Svetlana, "Come sit over here, hun."

The Russian redhead looked at Jonathan for a moment, unsure of what to do. The man nodded in approval with a defeated expression on his face, "Yes love, just like we talked. Remember it's just this time so we can have our baby."

As Svetlana sat next to her, Kristanna turned to Jonathan one last time, "And don't worry about paying me, I'll do this one for free."

Jonathan smiled with surprise, "For free? Well then, I'm not gonna complain about that!" The poor man thought he was getting the good end of the bargain. He wasn't.

Svetlana nervously sat next to Kristanna. She could smell the sweat perfume emanating from the dark-skinned Amazon. They kept their eyes locked as if Jonathan wasn't in the room. He cleared his throat as he got up and adjusted his clothes awkwardly, "Anyway, I'll leave you to it. I'll be calling from work to check on you, ok dear?"

"Yes, dear", Svetlana answered absent-mindedly, never turning her gaze away from Kristanna, mesmerized by the beauty before her. Besides her exceptional body, Kristanna also had a stunning face. Luscious red lips, a proportional nose, and cat-like eyes, filled with devious intent. Her black, straight hair was tied in a ponytail that reached her mid-back. Some strands of it were colored blood-red, highlighting the volume of those beautiful locks.

Jonathan grabbed a coat and a suitcase heading for the exit. As he closed the door behind him he took one last glance at them on the couch, watching Svetlana's hand sliding on top of the bulge on Kristanna's jeans and softly caressing it.

Kristanna smiled feeling the feminine touch on her bulge, she took one of her hands to Svetlana's neck and caressed it from behind, sending shivers up the redhead's spine with her sharp nails. Svetlana let out a soft moan, closing her eyes and tilting her head submissively as she shivered. Her hands kept caressing Kristanna's cock through the jeans, causing the black beast to slowly rise and strain the fabric further.

As if waking up from a trance, Svetlana suddenly pulled her hand back and spoke with a heavy Russian accent, "I... what is coming over me? I didn't mean to do that..."

Svetlana wasn't aware that something more than Kristanna's raw attraction was affecting her. Something supernatural. She couldn't have known what Kristanna was, the extent of her corrupting infernal powers. Nevertheless, the aura of lust the powerful succubus projected already affected the innocent wife in ways she couldn't have possibly anticipated.

Kristanna smiled, "Of course you did, dear."

Svetlana blushed deeply, turning her gaze away as she held her arms awkwardly, "I... I don't feel like myself... what's happening?"

"That's not right, dear. You've never been more yourself than now. What you feel is your true, pure desire, I merely put it in evidence for you."

Kristanna's cryptic response left Svetlana in silence, she fanned herself and tried to break the tension, but she couldn't remove her eyes from Kristanna's throbbing cock bulge. Trying as hard as she could to not let Kristanna know that her pussy was already drenched, her entire body burned with desire.

The demoness continued, "Look, I am not one to waste time, so I will put this as plainly as I can. I am not like your husband. In fact, I am not like anyone you've ever met. Throughout the day, you will see and feel a lot of things that make no sense to you. But none of it will matter because you will be experiencing pleasure beyond what you thought possible. I suggest we skip the part in which you pretend you don't want this because I can see through that act. I can smell your pussy juices from here. I doubt Jonathan has ever made you feel the way you feel right now. You don't want to waste this opportunity, do you? You know why I'm here. All you have to do is give in and go with the flow."

Standing up, Kristanna began to unceremoniously unbutton her jeans. She took off the belt and used her thumbs to slide the jeans down. It took a moment for her to get the pants over the hump of her ass cheeks and the bulge in the front, but once she did her cock and balls were finally freed from their prison. Her dark shaft jutted forward like a living beast, throbbing and adorned with thick veins. It measured over a foot in length even while semi-erect. Hanging below that behemoth of a cock was a pair of engorged testicles inside a veiny scrotum. Each ball had to be the size of a cantaloupe, shifting visibly inside the sack. Together the two titanic gonads made Kristanna's sack hang low past the middle of her powerful thighs, almost reaching her knees.

Svetlana's jaw would have hit the floor, but she had no time to react properly as Kristanna placed a hand atop her head and pulled the redhead towards her crotch. Without much choice, Svetlana nuzzled Kristanna's ball sack and throbbing shaft. The smell of Kristanna's perfume and sweat invaded Svetlana's nostrils, overtaking her senses. The wife instinctively let out a lustful moan, her closing eyelids trembled as she was overwhelmed by the sensations. She sniffed Kristanna's dark pube patch, realizing the demoness wore no cologne. The delicious scent she had been smelling was merely Kristanna's natural perfume. It was even stronger closer to her cock and balls, mixing with the smell of sweat and cum which created a powerful and addictive scent, making Svetlana light-headed.

While Svetlana nuzzled, kissed, and worshiped the base of Kristanna's cock as well as her engorged balls, the amazon took the time to casually take off her white top and toss it aside. She then pulled the elastic from her ponytail and let her long, black hair with red streaks fall on her back. She planted her military-style boots firmly on the ground, spreading her feet apart slightly and projecting her hips forward to offer her cock and balls as a feast to Svetlana. The beautiful redhead wife slowly lost herself while kissing and licking those engorged genitals with decreased inhibition.

"There you go, take a moment to bask in the smell, the taste. Take it all in, let your instincts guide you. Drive that tongue all over my balls, I want to see them glistening with your saliva, dear." Kristanna whispered sensually while caressing her partner's beautiful red hair. Her voice was music in Svetlana's ear, like a hypnotizing song ordering her to continue.

Enjoying every second of Svetlana's soft skin and tongue all over her ball sack, Kristanna felt the familiar demonic powers rising within. Her once hazel eyes shifted colors to a bright red, her pupils elongated like a lizard's. With her face buried deep at the base of Kristanna's cock and balls, Svetlana didn't notice the subtle changes taking place.

Kristanna maintained her power stance, admiring the redhead wife as she dived under her cock and sucked the skin of her sack. Svetlana then dragged her tongue all over the skin of Kristanna's scrotum with a depraved expression of lust. "Hmm... I bet Jonathan has never seen that face on you."

Despite Kristanna's provocation, Svetlana felt no guilt. She didn't even flinch, simply sucking the skin harder as she looked up at Kristanna with her beautiful blue eyes. Kristanna knew this was the sign that the Russian redhead was fully hers to use and abuse, "From this point on, you can forget whatever you thought you knew about sex, your mind and body. I will show you the real meaning of pleasure, and push you beyond every limit you thought existed. When we are done there will be no Jonathan, or anyone else. I will turn you into a slave to cock. A cum-junkie and degenerate slut, born to worship at the altar of my dick. Then perhaps, if you are a fun toy, I will even add you to my personal roster. But that remains to be seen, you will have to earn it. Now, why don't you spread those legs and show me that pussy?"

Svetlana didn't know what to think, so she simply didn't. With her senses overwhelmed with lust, she couldn't help herself. Her heart was racing with anticipation. She could barely process the full meaning of Kristanna's words, her mind narrowly focused on the here and now, brushing away any concerns about the consequences of her actions. In that malleable state, Svetlana simply did as commanded, pulling her face back from under Kristanna's cock, drunkenly taking off her white summer dress and hastily pulling down her underwear.

The redhead wife laid back on the couch, placed both heels on the seat spreading her legs wide, displaying her pretty little cunt and rosy lips. Looking to the side in pure submission, Svetlana's freckles cheeks turned bright red as she used two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy and display it shamelessly "Like this?" She whispered, unrecognizable to herself.

With a wicked smile, Kristanna nodded and stroked her shaft a few times, getting it to full mast. Svetlana's pussy was perfectly pink, the lips were thick and sagged slightly. Her engorged clit was visible at the top of those delicious folds. A sole drop of cunt juices slid down from the bottom and into the crevice of Svetlana's ass, causing her to flex her pelvic muscles and clench her pussy slightly, then opening up with a subtle wet sound, begging to be violated in every way, "Exactly like that, my dear."

The black beast between Kristanna's legs was seventeen inches in length and thicker than a soda can when fully erect. She moved on top of Svetlana and aimed her massive cock down. The amazon spread her legs wide and bent her knees to lower her hips. The horse stance caused Kristanna's colossal ass cheeks to be in full evidence behind her, jiggling and clenching with her efforts. Her balls hung low underneath the huge ass, almost touching the ground. Kristanna methodically rubbed the head of her cock on Svetlana's pussy lips, oozing precum all over her folds in obscene amounts. The blonde moaned and trembled, enjoying the sensations coursing through her as Kristanna teased her pussy.

The black Amazon slid her hands under Svetlana's thighs and hooked them, pulling her closer. In the same motion, she pushed her impossibly thick cock against the redhead's cunt and began to drive it inside. Kristanna's thighs were bulging and flexing as she kept her stance, her glutes clenching behind her and projecting her hips forward. She felt Svetlana's tight cunt spread open around her girthy cock-head, and increasingly stretch around it as she plunged deep. No warm-up, no hesitation, just pure power and an endless hunger that demanded satisfaction.

Svetlana screamed, feeling the invasion of her pussy, "вот дерьмо! It is too big!" She cried in Russian, breathing heavily as her hand held onto Kristanna's hips in a futile attempt to prevent her from moving further.

The demoness giggled, stopping for a second, "But I'm barely one-third of the way in..."

In disbelief, Svetlana looked down and confirmed the statement as she saw most of Kristanna's dark shaft was still outside of her body. Her voice trembled, "No... way..."

Whatever she was going to say after that was interrupted as Kristanna pushed a few more inches of cock inside the redhead, causing her to toss her head back. Her vision almost faded out for a second, and then the thrusts began.

Svetlana was barely aware of how loud she moaned. Her entire body tensed and spasmed as Kristanna's massive black cock poked against her cervix. The redhead didn't know what to do with her hands. She tried to hold Kristanna's hips back, but it was pointless. She couldn't compare to the demoness' strength and resolve. So Svetlana grabbed the couch leather, then shifted her hands over her mouth, and then again moved them grabbing her tits. It all happened in a few seconds as she flailed in desperation under the uninterrupted thrusts that grew progressively faster.

Kristanna basked in the scene before her. She lived to watch whores losing their minds when taking her cock. The demoness licked her lips and thrust steadily into Svetlana's cunt. The demoness was not in a hurry, stirring with mastery, knowing precisely what she was doing. She felt her heavy balls softly swing underneath, shifting within her sack. Each time Kristanna plunged her cock deeper, her glans touched Svetlana's cervix and pressed against it.