A deadly beast. A nightmare story told to warn lustful men. Her name was spoken either as a cautious whisper, or as a resounding threat. But in his embrace, she was as willing as a virgin on her wedding night.
At his command, Asperelle, Mother of the Unbaptised, lowered her naked body onto the stone altar. She sat her broad, plump backside on the smooth surface, then gently lay down flat on her back. Without hesitation she spread her legs, exposing coarse dark pubic hair. Amongst the hair, her desperate pussy glistened. A hot, red bullseye.
Fenrick admired the demon submitting herself to him. She had taken on a human form. A disguise she used to prey on mortal men. She was a perfect portrait of feminine sexuality. Over 7 foot tall, she was like an Amazonian woman of legend. Her skin was sunkissed to a rich bronze colour, and her long brunette hair was gently tousled. As if it had recently been toyed with by passionate fingers.
On Asperelle's face was a gentle, lusting pout. Her dark lips slightly parted, flashing a hint of her pink tongue. Her eyes, which normally struck any mortal with an intense gaze, were almost closed. From beneath heavy lashes, she watched Fenrick expectantly. To encourage his approach, she ran a hand down her body. From the great swell of her heavy breasts, with their stiff brown nipples, over the gentle bump of her stomach, to her hips. Her fingers came tantalisingly close to her vulva. They briefly toyed with the curls of her pubic hair, before moving on to her thighs.
Fenrick pulled open his robe, presenting the demon with his erection. He let the robe slip off his shoulders, onto the floor, leaving him completely naked. Asperelle's gaze traced the length of his slim figure. From the angular features of his face, past his full strawberry blonde beard. To the slender sinews of his shoulders, his taught, hairy chest, and finally settling on his hard cock. The braziers burning on either side of the altar soaked them both in a warm orange glow.
Slowly, he approached.
A shuddering whimper escaped Asperelle's mouth. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his penis. Fenrick smiled at the thrall he held over her. He reached out a hand to caress her inner thigh. She responded with a short sharp gasp. But as he gently ran his fingertips over her soft olive skin, her tension melted away.
Compared to this demon, Fenrick was almost dwarfed. A single one of Asperelle's thighs was almost as thick as his chest. If she'd wanted, she could have closed her legs around him and crushed him..
Instead, she arched her back in pleasure as he lay a trail of kisses down her leg.
As he grew closer and closer to her groin, Fenrick could feel the heat from her crotch growing against his cheek. He breathed deeply, savouring the perfume of her arousal.
"Erszch K'yazioah," Fenrick whispered the words of a primordial incantation. While he spoke, he traced a circular sigil over Asperelle's labia. His fingers left a trail of golden light that flowed like honey in the air.
Asperelle hips bucked and writhed. His magics sent wracking waves of pleasure through her body. Emanating from the golden circle around her pussy, her body began to change.
The Mediterranean colour of her skin gave way to a dark, slate grey tone that spread over her body in billowing clouds, like black ink in water. Within that new dark colour were intricate symbols that shone with an ethereal blue light.
"Your true appearance," Fenrick told her, "is so much more awe inspiring than your simple human disguise."
