Peculiar Hunger - Pact #09

Content warning: futa/male, milf

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Slowly, Belor's hand wandered over the sleeping figure of the old lady next to him. Over the curve of her breasts that slightly hung to the sides of her body, along her smooth stomach, all the way between her legs. The witch's shaft was hard and throbbing, and the young undead wrapped his slender fingers around it. A feminine moan escaped Tatjana's lips as he gently stroked her cock.

With marveling eyes, the vampire watched the silky skin move up and down her rod. A drop of lust had already formed at her engorged crown, and he dipped a finger into the liquid to smear it over the tip. After a quick taste of her pre-cum, Belor continued his lewd ministrations while watching the face of this sleeping beauty.

His work soon came with results as the old woman's eyes started fluttering. Half asleep, a smile formed on her face as she spotted the beautiful figure next to her. "So it was not a dream then."

Her eyes widened in lust and affection as the vampire leaned over her and sealed her lips in a sensual kiss. The fire from yesterday was still smoldering inside of the old lady, but this damn young one really knew how to stoke it. Eagerly she returned the affection, hungry for him.

While joined in this gentle lust, it took a moment for the witch to realize that her cock was rock-hard under the ministration of Belor. With a reluctant moan, she separated from him and stared in disbelief down her body. "You actually gave an old hag morning wood, you naughty brat? How are you doing this?"

A lewd smile rested in his enchanting grimace. "A good musician knows how to play every instrument, no matter its age, darling. Besides, I simply gave a resting libido a gentle push. Your body just remembers."

Belor slowly picked up the pace of his work and watched with amusement how her face contorted in lust. Seeing the old lady work a horny blush was plenty of reward, but the man wanted a bit more.

"I don't recall being this aroused constantly back in the day. This is clearly your doing. Credit where credit is due, Belor." Another lustful gasp stopped her words as his fingertips slowly massaged her slit. At this point she was leaking quite well, and her hefty balls were already working on a substantial load.

"Well, my actions are not completely selfless." After one more gentle kiss to her swollen lips, Belor worked his way down her body, leaving affections along the way. Of course he paid special attention to those heaving breasts, spending most of the time sucking on her nipples.

"Greedy one, aren't you?" His lips left a trail of desire on her body, slowly working to a crescendo as the vampire's lips arrived at her shaft. With slutty expertise, he licked his way up her rod until meeting the tip. A flood of arousal was dripping from her, and the greedy boy sucked it up hungrily.

Once her cock was clean of pre-cum, he descended onto her dick, sinking it into his hot maw. Plenty of noises of desire escaped the old lady as this young man took her deep in one motion. Belor could feel every single heartbeat of hers through those expressive veins. While having this lovely cock all the way to the base inside of him, he watched her lust play on her face.

It took a few moments for Tatjana to relax. The vampire did not want this to be a quick finish, so he waited for her heads up to continue. Once given, he set a gentle pace, going for sensation rather than desire. With his expert tongue, the man gave her shaft all of the worship it deserved.

Sadly enough, the witch did not last much longer, and Belor could feel her orgasm approaching fast. Her weighty ballsack was drawing tight, filled with plenty of delicious cum just for him.

With heavy breath, she grasped into his mane, not to hold him there but to have something to hold onto as her peak washed through her figure. "Fuuuuuck." She couldn't handle so much attention in the morning, and her body shuddered with a groan as her desire unleashed.

Spurt after spurt of searing essence shot from her tip into the thirsting muzzle of the vampire. The aged beauty painted his throat white with her release, once again far more than she expected. Not a single drop escaped his lips as the strange magic took hold again.

White flashed through Belor's light blue eyes until the familiar purple settled in again. Like magic, all of this seed vanished inside of him. Eventually Tatjana was spent with a light sweat, making a breathtaking figure. "You are really something else, honey."

The vampire let her softening shaft slip out of his mouth, and he moved up her body to take the old lady into a gentle embrace. She immediately cuddled up against his enchanting form, pressing her soft curves against his lithe figure. "If you only would have found me sooner."

Many eternities could have passed, and Tatjana would have been unaware of them. A hand rested on his pale chest, exploring every inch of beautiful skin. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

Belor held the aged lady for a second longer before his own hand moved up her chest towards those unsightly marks on her neck. The bruises were clear with their story. Tales of unholy strangulations and bites that could not be older than a few days, but the vampire knew that these were much older.

"The markings of Lerelel, markings of someone who has made a pact with an archdemon. No wonder life escapes the area surrounding your hut." The slender man could feel the old lady tense up at his words. An instinct of danger flushed coldly through her body, but the figure next to her did not make a move.

After a few tense moments, she relaxed again and met his gaze with many different emotions, but Tatjana spotted no judgment or disgust. A heavy exhaustion filled her eyes, and she gripped him closer. "Yes, I am a pactician. I have made dealings with the lady of desire, and I am paying the price. Laugh at me."

Her words had no weight or want behind them, and his lack of response brought tears into her eyes. A shiver of surprise followed as she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then the floodgates opened. With shuddering and wailing, the old woman buried her face in the embrace of this stranger. Decades of shame, disgust, and suffering, all pent up in loneliness, were released in the form of sobbing and salty tears.

Once her body calmed down, the vampire lifted her head to meet his gaze. "Listen here. I do not know why or when you sold your soul. There are many reasons in this world to forget oneself. It does not make the decision any less wrong, but maybe you can tell me why you went astray."

Guilt and shame once again swelled up inside of her, but those beautiful light blue eyes made them stay down. "It was a long time ago when I was still a young herbalist. Young and naive, barely an idea about the world but so sure to know everything there is. It hurts to think about the life I could have had."

With a soft sigh, she cuddled close to his chest again. "There is only one reason to call for Lerelel, and that is for desire. Desire for something that is not yours most of the time. Unlike Merdite, the goddess of love and lust, the domain of her opposite lies in the extreme. Every god has their archdemon that twists their aspects."

Her voice got shaky for a second, and it took her a moment to catch herself. "The target of my desire was a man of my age. A man of the cloth who just happened to be a servant of Merdite. He represented all of her aspects wonderfully. A gorgeous, masculine man with a gentle voice. Plenty of others probably had the same desires as me, but only I went too far."

The memories were heavy on her mind. "He was already taken by another. They were not married yet but were planning to. She was just as gorgeous and wonderful as him. A match made in heaven, so to speak."

A bitter coldness rested in her voice. "I despised her. Every time I saw them together, I could not think of anything else. Every time they touched or showed affection for each other, I could only think of getting rid of this lady. So many negative emotions towards a woman that I did not even know."

Once more she met his gaze with a much stronger voice than before. "Demons feast on such negativity. That is why I heard a voice in my dreams. A voice that promised me to fulfill all of my desires and wishes. It promised to bring the man into my embrace. I only needed to accept. At first I ignored those dreams, but my envy only grew, so eventually I made the mistake and agreed."

"A few days later the woman that I hated so much died. A tragic accident in the eyes of many, but I knew that I was at fault. The worst thing about it was that I genuinely felt happy. I felt happy that I ripped someone's love away only to have a chance myself. I am an absolute monster." No tears followed those words but sad defeat.

"I met up with him. Used his suffering that I caused to seduce him like a succubus, and he actually fell for me. I could not have been happier. The man that I desired so much wanted me as well. It was probably just the need for any kind of affection after his loss." A slow fear and disgust filled her eyes again.

"We slept together. At first I was in absolute heaven because all of my dreams came true. No, he was even better than my dreams. I let down my guard in his amazing arms, so I couldn't react in time as his fingers gripped around my neck. I vividly remember the insane disgust on his face at that very moment." The old lady started shaking from the memories, and Belor gripped her tighter in his arms until she calmed down.

"I still don't know if his goddess or the archdemon told him about my treachery. The demon must have had his hands in the game, though, because what he did was a mortal sin for any worshipper of Merdite. He took me. Raped me and used me for his own pleasure. I have dreamed of this night so often now, how the man who I loved was forced to sin by my hands. All of these negative emotions must have been a feast for Lerelel." Once more her eyes grew dark.

"I killed him afterwards with my magic. Instead of trying to fix the problem to save both of our souls, I simply killed him and ran from my mistakes, but once I made the deal with the archdemon, my life was already forfeit." Tatjana felt like a weight had left her soul now that her story was finished. She could not really read the man next to her and what he thought of her story.

"Misery and suffering followed your every step afterwards. It is the same with every pact. You became a beacon for demons and corruption, and once you realized that, you fled into the wilderness." Belor did not need to hear her validate his statement because she, simple enough, sighed with tired eyes.

"The corruption still exists, darling. It is currently sapping the life away around your hut and spreading into the forest. I was sent by the nearby morph tribe to stop this if you are curious why I am here." Gently he played with the witch's hair while many emotions swirled inside of the young vampire.

"The best way would be to kill me then. If you send me away, it will just start anew somewhere else." The old lady had already thought about her death many times but was never ready to finish it on her own. With determination she took in the young man's form, who had brought her so much pleasure and happiness. "I am ready to die. I do not want to make anyone suffer anymore. Kill me."

Her determined look was met with a puzzled expression. "Do you think I would listen to your story and then just kill you, my dear? I do not intend to harm or waste such a wonderful woman like you. You made plenty of mistakes in your past, but now I just see a woman who is suffering with regret. Besides, killing you would just bring you eternal suffering in hell, so dying should be hardly what you want."

Confusion rested in her face as the old woman pushed herself up on her arms. "Then what am I supposed to do? I tried many ways to break this pact, but nothing worked. A master exorcist might help, but which servant of the gods would be willing to help a sinner like me?"

"That is true. We can hardly expect help from priests. I should probably be the last person to ask for such a thing anyway." With a grin he looked at Tatjana, whose expression slowly shifted to thoughtfulness. "But I might know a person who could help us."

She gave him an amused sigh and once again sank into his embrace. "Us? Who and what are you, Belor? You stumble into my life, make me feel emotions that I have long buried, and now even help me out without expecting anything in return. I still can't believe that this is not a dream."

Belor gave this stranger that he just met a day ago a gentle kiss on her head. "Well, if you would ask my mother, she would probably describe me as a fool with a big heart."

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Silence filled the cathedral as Sylvia started her sermon. Words of divinity and faith echoed through the stone columns as the crowd listened reverently. Statues and depictions of Abol watched the gathering, not as a suffering man but as the figure leading the pantheon, the way it should be.

The ancient vampiress knew that this was nothing but a dream. It would take decades and centuries to cleanse his broken name if it even was possible to do. But that didn't stop her fervor in the slightest, and she continued her words of devotion. A silly dream to see herself as the abbess of such a religion, even her attire was completely unfitting.

Like a chaste nun, she was clad head to toe in black cloth. Barely any of her smooth, pale skin was visible under the habit, yet an eternal beauty like hers could not be contained. The cloth around her chest was stretched enticingly from the swell of her breasts, and the whole outfit was a tad bit too tight for the chastity it stands for. Her womanly hips and ass were clearly visible through the garments, and with every movement, there was a delicious hint of the bulge of her magnificent shaft.

For some, the sorceress was even more alluring, hidden beneath the fabric. One's imagination could run wild with so much enchanting beauty, driving the minds of lesser mortals wild.

Suddenly the figures in front of her that followed her words in prayer started shifting and dissolving. Like magic, they started vanishing into thin air as the interior of the cathedral slowly became far more real. Gone was the dreamlike veil that made the scene more appealing, but Sylvia knew the meaning behind this.

"It has been a while since you visited me in my dreams, boy. I assume you have good reasons for your intrusion." There was no hint of anger in her words, and the amused smile on her face took most of the weight from her voice. The ancient vampiress turned towards her beautiful son, who walked down the aisle towards the altar.

As Sylvia spotted his serious expression, her smile faded for a moment. With a jump through the shadow, the concerned woman took her boy into her erotic embrace. "Here I thought you just missed me, but there is clearly something heavy on your mind. Tell me everything, darling."

For a few moments, Belor just enjoyed the feeling of the loving but also enticing embrace. He sank his face into the yielding flesh of her chest and took a deep breath of her scent. A slight giggle escaped the sorceress, and she could feel his fingers digging into her cheeks as the young vampire pulled her closer. "It can't be that bad then."

"Mother, do you know how to break a pact with an archdemon?" His face lifted from her bosom and met the intense gaze of her dark eyes. Curious surprise covered the vampiress' features, and she gently caressed her boy's hair.

"What a question to ask, honey. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you are not being a silly boy who has made a terrible mistake. Is it for a pretty lady?" He buried his face in her cleavage again and rubbed himself against the clothed breasts. "Why am I even asking?"

After a moment of thought, a sigh escaped Sylvia. "The same thing every time, Belor. I warned you plenty of times that you are too affectionate with mortals. The weight of their mistakes must not be your own, my precious boy." A soft gasp escaped her as the young man pulled her even closer against his enchanting form, which had an immediate effect on her rising arousal. "But I am also aware that you are a stubborn one."

A quick kiss onto his head followed. "A pact is something quite powerful because it is made with agreement from both sides. When a soul is sold, there is little anyone else can do about it, my dear. Divine intervention would be the first thing that comes to mind, but our kind is hated by the gods, so that won't be an option."

Her gaze wandered towards one of the statues of Abol that filled the halls around her dream cathedral. "Another option would be a priest of high alignment. With enough cleansing power, a pact could be eroded until it breaks completely, but that takes plenty of effort and penance, and even then it is not a hundred percent sure. But once again this also requires a divine influence."

Sylvia stopped caressing the young man and looked down at his defeated face. "I am sorry, darling. This is beyond my capabilities. I have lived for centuries on end, but a pactician freeing themselves from their shackles is something that even I have only witnessed a handful of times."

Seeing her lovely son like this caused an ache in her dark heart, and the long-lived lady's hug turned more loving. Silence filled the halls of the cathedral as Belor thought about the problem at hand. Everything inside of him wanted to help Tatjana out of her misery but if even his powerful mother had no way out of this the situation felt truly hopeless.

As the slender vampire continued enjoying his sire's embrace, he realized that she was actually no longer looking at him. Her gaze was cast into the distance while she was lost in thought. "Is everything alright, mother?"

"How much do you desire to help this person?" Sylvia did not even look down at her boy as she continued her own thoughts. There was clearly something on her mind that the ancient vampiress was unwilling to tell.

"Far more than I should. She is a wonderful woman who made many mistakes in her past. Her regret hurt me deeply, and I think she deserves to be freed of her shackles." His words were painfully honest because Tatjana had struck his empathy with her story.

"Then bind her to yourself. If you truly want to help this lady replace her shackles with your own." Belor gazed at her with wonder. His mother knew that he had never ghouled or sired anybody in his life, not only because of his special magic but also because the vampire hated the thought of taking someone's freedom away.

"That seems very far-fetched. Are you sure that would help?" The blood bonds of vampires differed immensely from most magic and were still unexplored, but the idea that it could break the powers of an archdemon sounded silly.

"Do you want to lose her soul to torment for eternity, or do you want to offer her a life with you? I admit that it is only an idea, but I think there is a possibility that you could free her that way. Trust me." Sylvia finally looked at him again with a soft smile.

Uncertainty was still on Belor's mind, but the wish to set Tatjana free overshadowed these thoughts. The young vampire threw himself into the arms of his mother and sealed his lips with hers in a sensual but lustful kiss as a thanks. "Thank you, mother."

Quickly the sorceress caught herself and returned the affections with the usual desire. With heavy arousal, she turned the simple kiss into an extended ordeal hungry for her son. Her slender arms were wrapped around him as she lifted him off his feet.

Playfully, Belor acted like he wanted to escape from her love, much to the vampiress's delight. "If you think you can fire me up with your presence like this and just run away, you are mistaken, my little delinquent. It has been a few days since you have been gone, and I am in need."