Chapter 5 - Nyxiandra (ff, futa)

Author's Note:
I thought about going to bed, but instead I wrote another chapter.  Hopefully I can finish up this story arc so I can move onto shorter episodes.  We'll see.

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Ashwynn’s eyes fluttered open as she woke, still groggy from her rest.  She had no idea how long she was out and, from what she could see, she was no longer in Markith’s throne room anymore.  In fact, instead of the cold and unforgiving stone floor on which she passed out, she now found herself lying on amidst the silken sheets of a bed.
 
Her eyes darting around in the new surroundings, she saw this new chamber was more ostentatiously decorated than the last.  Hell, the room she was in looked more like a 1860s brothel than a demon sanctuary.  Gas-fired lamps hung from the wall, which looked to be lined with some gaudy purple plaster.  The room was much more lighted than the dark and dank chamber from before.  The bed she was on was indeed covered in black satin sheets and royal purple silken pillows.  Across the room was a flickering fire, before which lay a rather fluffy bearskin rug.  The walls were lined with shelves of arcane tomes and scrolls; an alchemist’s table stood in the corner, with all sorts of unknown concoctions stoppered away on it. 
 
“Where in the fuck am I?” the huntress muttered to herself.  She did notice that she was still very naked and was grateful that the flickering fire was basking her in a glow of warmth.  She realized that, even though she had just been gangraped by a group of demons, there was not a single spot of dried cum on her body.  In fact, she felt cleaner than when she had left the house…which left her the uneasy revelation that someone must have bathed her while she was sleeping.
 
“This is just getting fucking weirder and weirder…” she said to herself as she rose to her feet.  She felt stronger than she had in a long time, which was odd once again since she had just been ravaged into a coma.  She felt strong enough that, with a good bit of steel, she felt able to take on Markith and his goons – and not get fucked in the process.
 
Well, maybe that ogre, she thought fiendishly to herself.  She moved towards the fireplace but quickly saw that there didn’t seem to be a door in the room.  How the hell do I get out of here, she thought?
 
“Well, look finally decided to wake,” an unfamiliar voice said behind her.  The voice was as smooth as it was sinister.  Ashwynn turned slowly as she saw her captor once more, viewing her more fully this time.  The succubus had appeared lying nude and prostrate on the bed that Ash had just arisen from, some magic at work.  She was one of the most beautiful specimens Ashwynn had ever laid eyes on.  It wasn’t the mischievous face, naked pussy, long legs or even the two curved horns extending from her long shoulder length dark brown hair that caught the eye.  No, it was the breasts.  Her beautiful, massive mammaries that were at least as big, if not bigger than Ashwynn’s own.  The stalwart demon hunter’s gaze couldn’t help but be drawn to them – and it wasn’t any mysterious succubus magic that was working on her.
 
That came soon after as the redhead once again felt a wave of sexual magic pass over here again.  It wasn’t quite as strong as before but it was enough for all thought of violence against her foe to vanish into lust.  “You fucking bitch,” Ashwynn managed (her eyes still glued to the succubus’s chest).  “What have you done with Roxie?  And where the fuck am I?!”  Her threatening words may have had more weight to them if it wasn’t obvious that she was so very aroused.
 
“Tut-tut-tut,” the succubus replied, a sexy but devilish grin on her face.  She slowly slid off the bed, her long and flawless tanned legs pulling her off.  “That’s not very polite.  Let’s try this again…”  The succubus stood and curtsied, dipping her dark horns slightly.  “My name is Nyxiandra, servant of the Dark Lord Markith.  I am also known as Nyx, the Whore of the Fifth Ring, the Scourge of Chastity, the Virgin’s Bane, et cetera, et cetera.”
 
With sultry steps she approached Ashwynn, who made no attempt to distance herself.  “And you.  You are the one and only Ashwynn Covington.  Killer of demons, beasts and all things evil.  And the stories…the stories do not do you justice…”  Ashwynn straightened as Nyx reached for her, but once again didn’t rebuff her.  She eyed her uneasily though as the succubus began to caress her left shoulder.  Yet the huntress figured that if the succubus wanted to kill her then she would have been dead already.
 
Nyx continued with her monologue, her own brown eyes lingering on Ashwynn’s perfect form.  “I must say…I don’t think I’ve ever met a human that was quite so….perfect.”  Her hand wandered downwards, lightly running over the side of Ashwynn’s considerable bust. 
 
A little gasp escaped Ashwynn’s lips, the sexual magic of the succubus making every ministration of her hand driving her wild.  Part of the human wanted to just throw down the succubus on the bed and make love to her for hours, even days.  Of course, the other part wanted to still throttle the life out of her, so she was able to resist the lustful temptation.  “What is it that you want, demoness?” she managed.
 
“Why you, of course,” Nyx replied without missing a beat.  “Or more specifically, what you can do.  But why business before…pleasure?”  The succubus’s hand cupped her breast fully now, kneading it as Ashwynn felt her willpower weaken.  She felt the demoness’s thumb tease at her engorged nipple, making circles around the areola.  “Your friend is safe,” Nyx noted softly.  “And unharmed.  Unlike you, my benefactors had no interest in her.  Fortunate too, as I don’t think she could have performed as admirably as yourself.”
 
Nyx snaked her other hand behind Ash, brushing against the curve of her ass.  “I’ve heard stories of your skill in battle…but always I have wondered about your less violent…more desirable attributes…”  Then leaning forward, the succubus moved for her prize.  Reflexively Ashwynn tilted her head as their lips met, teasingly at first before becoming engrossed with her mouth.  Their tongues danced as their bodies came together, their large busts mashing against each other.  She felt her hard nipples dueling with Nyx’s own, as the huntress’s own hands moved to cup her foe’s supple ass.
 
“No!” Ashwynn cried out as she recoiled from the succubus’s grasp.  “I will NOT play your games, you murderous whore.  You will let Roxie go or else you will have nothing from me!”  Her breaths were heavy and ragged, but she had regained her will.
 
Nyx sighed and frowned, but noted in defeat, “I suppose your resilience is one of your strengths.  Remember that I could make you do what I said.”  Her face darkened for a moment.  “But fine…have it your way.”  With a flick of her eyes, a breeze wafted through the room.  “I hope you like what I’ve done to her.”
 
“Ashwynn!” a familiar voice cried behind Ashwynn, who whirled around to meet the voice.  In the middle of the room, a St Andrew’s cross had appeared.  Amidst its X-struts was stretched Roxie, the lithe raven-haired hacker cuffed to it.  She was nude, her hands shackled over her head and her legs splayed along the lower half of the cross.  But what caught Ash’s eyes was what now dangled between her legs.
 
A penis.  A seven-inch fully erect phallus extended just above Roxie’s moistened slit.  “I figured that she enjoyed fucking her little blonde friend so much that she could use the real thing,” Nyx said wickedly.
 
“What the fuck have you done?” Ashwynn spat.  Roxie was clearly in agony, but her eyes did not betray pain as much as unsated lust.  The huntress moved to her friend’s side, but quickly saw that the shackles were magically sealed.
 
“Just a bit of fun,” Nyx said, amused at the scene.  “But right now your friend has the worst case of blue balls ever…well…without the balls, of course.  I can’t imagine how agonizing it would be to be held in a state of sexual excitement for just over twenty hours.”
 
Ashwynn tried to comfort Roxie, but the young woman was suffering.  “Ash,” she whimpered.  “Please help me.  I just can’t…I’ve tried…but I just can’t…”
 
“Stop this!” the redhead snapped at Nyx.  “I will do what you want, just let her go!”  She saw that Roxie was writhing in her chains—seemingly thrusting her pelvis out at her friend.
 
Nyx sneered at her plea.  “You can end her torment quite easily, Ashwynn.  But—“ Her words were cut off as immediately the redhead dropped to her knees before her friend.  “Oh.”
 
Pushing her hair out of her eyes, Ashwynn looked up at Roxie’s face, which was filled with yearning.  I’ve given blowjobs for less, she thought.  She grasped the hardened cock with her right hand, Roxie letting out a guttural moan as she did so.  Then with outstretched tongue she flicked at the head, before realizing that her usual routine of teasing and foreplay would be unnecessarily cruel.
 
Copious pre-cum was already dripping from Roxie’s member and with a few pumps of her fist Ashwynn lathered up the erect cock before her.  “God, yes!” squealed Rox above her, “Make me cum!”  Grinning, Ash took a deep breath before taking her friend in fully, the fleshy pole passing between her lips and over her tongue. 
 
“That’s it, demon hunter,” Nyx cooed behind her.  “Take her deep…”  The succubus moved back to the bed, wanting to enjoy the scene before her.  Her hand drifted down to her wet cunt, teasing herself as she watched the arousing women in front of her.
 
The redhead began to throat her friend, bobbing up and down as Roxie thrusted to meet her every time.  Well, this is different, Ashwynn thought to herself as she eyed Roxie’s wet cunt that seeped just below her cock.  Her hand wandered to explore Roxie’s cleft and teased her dripping labia.  She slipped one, then two fingers in.  Roxie shrieked with intrusion, as her entire body shuddered with pleasure.
 
As her fingers picked up a rhythm, Ashwynn easily took in the cock to the hilt, letting her friend enjoy the feeling of her warm throat pulsing around her stiff rod.  Roxie looked down at her redheaded companion, mystified by the pleasure being inflicted on her.  She would not last long.
 
“Ashwynn,” she whispered.  “Please…use your breasts…make me cum!”
 
Grinning, Ashwynn had to oblige.  Coming off of the angrily engorged prick, she brought her massive tits to bear.  DDD in all their glory, she rose up to one knee to bring them to bear.  She enveloped Rox’s warm cock in the soft flesh of her breasts, eliciting a tremor from her raven-haired friend.  Roxie began to piston forward, bucking her hips as much as her restraints would let her.  It did not take her long to finally come to the release that she needed twenty hours prior.
 
“Ashwynn!” she cried out with one final thrust.  Then a torrent of jizz spewed out and up from her cockhead.  The warm jet splattered against the huntress’s chin, with globs of cum flying all over her ample chest.  Thinking that the worst was over Ashwynn leaned back, not knowing that a second stream was churning through Roxie’s cock.  The second burst flew through the air, with only enough time for Ashwynn to shut her eyes as her face was splashed with cum.  Roxie smiled weakly at the erotic sight of her friend’s face and hair dripping with her seed.
 
Flicking the cum out of her eyes Ashwynn rose to her feet as she heard the manacles unlock.  Roxie staggered as she stepped off the cross and Covington supported her, taking her under her arm.  “Pretty terrible for my first job, eh Ash?” Roxie managed as the lust cleared from her mind.
 
“This was all my fault,” Ashwynn replied before turning back to the succubus, who was still on the bed with her hand between her legs.  “Now what is that you want us to do?”
 
“What a show,” Nyx replied, as she stood and began to softly clap.  “It is quite simple actually.  One little job and I’ll let you both go unharmed.  Plus I will promise to stop killing hapless fools for my master.”
 
“What is the job?” Ash replied through gritted teeth.  She felt a feeling of trepidation at the thought of what their freedom would be worth.
 
“I want you…” Nyx said, the silk gone from her voice, only leaving the sinister.  “…to kill my master.”
 
 
 