Interrogation

Liluza exploded from Pris's body, still bound in the chain that Yeziroth had instructed me to make some month's before. The Devil's Handcuff he called it. It sure worked alright. Pris was laying against the wall, eyes wide as the Demoness arched and howled in her bonds. She was intoxicating to watch; every motion infused with serpentine smoke. Her luscious lips were pulled back to reveal a pink tongue under the coal gray skin; and her eyes were full of blue fire.

The Holy Water had driven her from Pris's body, but it was also punishing her far more than a belt could. Her quivering legs ended in elegant toes that had tiny hooves on the bottom of them. My prick was as rigid as a rifle barrel. Finally, she calmed down, a thin smile parting her otherworldly beautiful face. When she spoke it was like honey through silk.

"We meet again, Mr Reilly. Although I do say this time its far more...interesting." She said, rolling over so her huge, pert breasts strained upward and so I could get a good look at her open, wet, inviting pussy. The lips flowed in a hypnotic wave, beckoning to be entered. "Why don't you and your girl lay with me again?" I looked at Pris, who wasn't immune to her charms any more than I was.

I felt it flare up again. The Rage. A rage so hot it'd burn the snow off the ground. A hate so big it'd never fit in this world, and I felt it consume me.

"Can it. I have a couple of questions. One, what the fuck happened to Yeziroth? and two; where does Melanie Kaine fit into it?" I asked, flipping a Lucky into my mouth and lighting it. The demoness never stayed still. She was rubbing herself against the chain, coating it in her wetness. I turned my gaze to Pris who was confused, aroused, and slowly crawling toward the demoness. I gritted my teeth, but waited for the right moment.

Pris's hands slid over the creature's breasts, illiciting a smile from her. "Don't worry about Yeziroth." she said, her mouth opening as Pris kissed her neck. The demoness was grinding against the chain now, her legs obscenely wide open. A tongue emerged from her hole, and licked the juices from the links as Pris's mouth found her nipples. "Yeziroth is much like me right now, being fucked senseless by the Coven. Soon, he'll be ready for the transfer...ahhh" she cooed as Pris's fingers slid along her smooth gray stomach and between her legs.

"Transfer? What transfer?" I asked, my mind snapping back from the sight I was witnessing; but the demoness was lost in pleasure. "Pris, get away from her, Goddammit!" I said, pulling her away. I leaned back to the desk and got the holy water. "Tell me, dammit!" I said, threatening her.

"Or what, Reilly? You'll hurt me? I can turn pleasure to pain and back again at my whim. No Reilly, if you want something from me you'll have to do better than that. Much better." she said, and looked over at Pris.

"Mike..." Pris said, the worry coming back into her eyes. I looked at the holy water, and at the wanton thing I had called up.

"Shit." I thought to myself. "What'll it be?"