Chapter 8 - The Break-Up (mf)

Author's Note:
I got bored this weekend and wrote a random somewhat short chapter with some vanilla sex.  Yep.  Plus I wanted to semi-break-up the demon and the heroine so that I can open up Ashwynn for some random guilt-free sexual encounters with various ______ (insert noun here).

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“Please, my lord!”  the whimpering, pathetic figure cried out, splayed out prostrate before the throne.  “I know nothing more of your enemy’s forces!”
 
*THWACK*  The succubus Nyxiandra loomed over him, wielding a rather brutal looking spiked whip.  The lash tore at the lower demon’s flesh, a wicked smile on the demoness’s face as it did so.  Nyx certainly enjoyed her work, even when it dealt with the more violent, rather than sexual aspect of her job description.  In her black spiked demon leather bustier and 6 inch heels, she did look the part of the dominatrix.
 
“So you say,” came a dark, deep and decidedly vicious voice from the throne.  “And yet every time you have said that before you were holding back.  I have spent two fortnights murdering Markith’s lieutenants and generals, yet I feel no closer to destroying his clan!”  His voice boomed with anger, echoing throughout the dimly-lit chamber.  “Nyx,” he addressed his cohort with a slightly calmer voice.  “Cut off his…let’s go with left hand first.”
 
“With pleasure,” seethed the succubus, a curved knife appearing in her hand.  She advanced slowly on the lower demon, who tried to struggle to his feet, a look of abject fear on his face.
 
“No!  Please, my lord!  I was only one of Markith’s lesser lieutenants!  I wasn’t important enough to – AHHH!!!”  A heeled spike drove into his calf as Nyx leapt on him, crouched low while brandishing her knife.  Her blade was raised high as she twisted her heeled foot deeper into his flesh.  “Lilith!” he exclaimed with a cry of painful anguish.
 
“Lilith?” the demon lord replied.  “Of course it would be that the Queen Bitch of Hell would have a grudge against me.”  Lilith, though known for being Satan’s favorite whore, was a formidable being.  Hell was lined with the bones of demons that had crossed her path.  And she had plenty of reasons to hate him…not the least that time he had cheated on her.
 
“I don’t know anymore!” the lesser demon wailed as Nyx continued to loom over him.  “I only heard –”
 
Suddenly, the dark chamber was filled with a very unusual noise, an odd melody never heard before in that dimension.
 
Nyx looked at her master with a visage of amusement.  “The Eagles?  That’s your ringtone?”
 
The fallen angel Lucaryeon, also known to some as Lucius Ravenhold, gave his servant a dark look as he conjured a small cellphone.  “Hey, hon,” he said quietly into the mobile, his voice taking on a much softer and more human tone.  “I’m in the middle of—”  Even Nyx could hear the anger in the frenzied voice on the other end of the line, though she couldn’t quite make out the words.
 
Lucius turned, attempting to better hide his conversation.  “Well I’m really sorry that – honey, please let me – something came up – ”  Every time he tried to get a word in, a flurry of rage from the end silenced him.  Nyx smirked as her master was so clearly manhandled by the voice on the other side of the line.  “I’ll make it up to you,” he slipped in trying to assuage the scorned woman on the phone.  “Yes, I’ll be there tonight and I’ll – GAH!”  He let out a snarl of fury as the line went dead.  “She hung up on me!”
 
“Problems at home?” Nyx noted silkily.  “Your little project is going to slip through your grasp if you don’t give her a little attention.”  The lesser demon screamed with pain as she drove her heeled spike in further into its leg.  “I’d be happy to help with that again,” she said with a look of diabolic lust.
 
Lucaryeon’s voice returned to its deep and inhuman timbre, replying, “You have your own tasks.  I will deal with Covington.”
 
One day, he thought to himself.  One day Ashwynn I will reveal my true nature.  On that day I will claim you and your hidden power for myself.  Heaven help your soul, though it will avail you nothing.
 
“And get that filth out of my sight!” spat the demon lord, not even looking back at his servant.
 
With a smile and a broad stroke of her blade, Nyx did as she was told.

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Empire City at night was a vibrant yet dangerous place, more so in certain areas of the city.  Ashwynn Covington made her abode in a small apartment above the Devil’s Threesome, a rather infamous bar located in the Devil's Corner.  The Devil's Corner was a rather timeworn borough of the city and a mecca of all things occult.  A quarter of the denizens of the neighborhood were non-humans though well-hidden from the eyes of any innocent bystander that might stray into its streets.
 
It was a cold night, though Lucius didn’t notice with his demonic constitution and all.  He passed the huddled groups of people that wandered the streets at night wordlessly.  At such a late hour and in such an unsafe district, the denizens that he passed were of a dubious nature at best.  To the untrained eye they may have looked like mere humans, but he knew better.  He saw a group of vampires pass a group of lycans, weary eyes staring each other down.  Succubi and incubi prepositioned their clients at a corner.  He even saw an elf, the Sidhe a rare sight these days.
 
They all gave him a wide berth.  He was extra careful when around Ashwynn and her cohorts, but on the streets he allowed himself to radiate a hint of his demonic energy.  He did so lest he be accosted by a hapless would-be mugger, as had transpired in the past.  Last time it happened, it took him hours to get those stains out of his clothes.
 
As he approached the Devil’s Threesome, he could hear the bustling crowd inside.  Something of a dive bar, it was a popular meeting place for all sorts of shady dealers and agents.  Its proprietor was old Garyad Wolfclaw, of the ancient Wolfclaw line of lycans, with his sister Lyra.  They were both retired hunters, now semi-honest owners of the bar.  As the human Lucius, the demon lord had met Garyad a few times when picking up Ashwynn.  He could tell that the old lycan didn’t trust him – a wise choice given the circumstances.
 
Bypassing the bar, Lucius entered a dark and dank side stairwell which led upwards towards Ashwynn’s apartment.  Conjuring some brightly colored red roses in his hands, he adjusted himself, taking on the persona of an apologetic boyfriend.  It wasn’t easy, being a Lord of Hell who now had to act like a whimpering human.  But the prize was worth it.  The hidden ancient power within Ashwynn would be his, in time.  Of course, he enjoyed the other benefits of his treacherous plan, namely the ability to sample quite an exquisite human when he chose.
 
The man raised an eyebrow as he reached her door – it was just slightly open.  A flickering light shone through the crack in the door as he approached and he could just make out soft sensual jazz wafting to his ears.  As he pushed the door open, he opened his mouth to speak but the sight that met him caught the words in his throat.
 
Lucius stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Ashwynn, standing there silently in the middle of her living room.  She wore nothing but a black sheer nightie, her large nipples jutting out under the fabric.  A tiny tutu and thin thong panties completed her outfit.  She stood waiting expectantly in the center of the room, hands on her hips and a look of brazen lust on her face.
 
Hell below she is beautiful, he thought to himself.  Her piercing green eyes, the luscious red locks, the body with just the right amount of curve and muscle – and of course the most perfect bosom that he had ever seen in Heaven or Hell.  She exuded sexuality in a way that even Nyxiandra, his best succubus, could only emulate.  No words were spoken, her intent clear.
 
She said nothing as he dropped the flowers onto the coffee table, only edging towards him while gently caressing her own body.  Her long wavy red hair was put up into something of a high braided ponytail, with two long locks of hair draping either side of her lovely face.  As she closed the final few feet that separated the two she reached out and began deftly unbuttoning her lover’s shirt, which was soon pushed off his shoulders and discarded.  Lucius only watched with desire as she diligently carried on, her tongue and lips exploring his chest while her hands wandered down to the hem of his pants.
 
Her fingers slipped down the front of his trousers, finding their prize.  After sliding her hand up and down his hardening manhood, her nimble fingers unfastened his belt and with one swift movement she pulled his belt from the loops of his pants.  He couldn’t help but marvel at her skill at this, but he wanted to taste her lips.  Taking a moment of control, he pulled her head up from the delicate kissing to his neck.  Her green eyes widened a bit then softened just as quickly.  She craned her neck as their lips met in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth.
 
Breaking away, she dropped to her knees, pulling down his pants and boxers in one motion, tossing them to the side.  Not hesitating, she took him into her mouth.  He groaned quietly as he felt his bulbous head hit the back of her throat and then push a bit farther as she opened up her throat.  She then pulled it back out, and bobbed her head slowly on his dick.  As she sucked on the length of his cock, giving him a phenomenal blowjob, the demon was almost worried that he might lose it then and there.
 
Laying a hand on her cheek as a signal to hold on, he took her by the hand and led her to the couch.  As he was laying back and getting comfortable, she once again took to her knees in front of him.  Her left hand fastened to the base of dick, she continued bobbing her head slowly up and down on him.  His eyes were glossing over at this point, but he saw that the right strap of her nightie had fallen away.  Ashwynn’s right hand teased and kneaded her own breast.  The demon almost wanted to just rip off her nightie in anticipation, as her massive breasts were barely held back by the thin fabric.  Yet he managed to control himself, though only barely.
 
Instead he pushed the two long locks of hair back behind her ears so that he could see her pretty face.   For the next few minutes, the only sound in that quiet apartment was Ashwynn’s intense sucking and licking.  By now the left strap had fallen away also and all that held up the tiny outfit was her own massive mammaries.  His hands took this opportunity to lightly touch her lightly tanned skin, marveling at its smoothness and lack of imperfections.
 
He was feeling dazed as she finally stopped.  Moving up on his body she gave him another long kiss --- and then gently pushed him down so he was lying flat on the long leather couch.  Her legs straddling his head, she lowered her mouth onto his cock once more.  The 69 position wasn’t unusual for them; he supposed that she wanted a bit of pleasure too at this point.  He was more than happy to oblige at this chance to show his own skills.  Grasping at her buttocks with both hands, he pushed her thong to the side and set to work.
 
The demon was very good at this; Ashwynn gasped audibly as he found her sweet spot in just a few seconds.  Her sucking became a tad more erratic as he continued his assault.  Licking and probing, she finally pulled off his dick as she cried out in pleasure.  Making a mental note of his victory, he continued his attack.   From behind, he couldn’t see what she was doing, but he saw that she had pulled down her nightie to unleash her breasts.  He was a tad disappointed that he could not yet see them but that just added to the anticipation.  He felt her wrap his turgid cock in her massive breasts as she gave him a slow and gentle titfuck.  The thin fabric of her clothes was tossed aside.
 
The anticipation, however, was getting to Ashwynn also, loathed as she would be to admit it.  Giving his dick one last languid suck, she moved off his face and straddled his hips.  She teased at his dick, moving her pussy lips up and down on his dick.  She almost wanted to just plunge her pussy right down on his ready member, but she kept in control.  Moving back up on his body, she straddled his face as he resumed eating her out, with his fingers now joining the party.  Not wanting to have an orgasm before he did – a point of pride – she quickly changed her mind.  Finally getting up off of him she laid down on the couch, back supported by the heavy leather pillows.
 
She smiled as she opened up her legs for him.  Silently he moved forward, a wide grin on his face.  Taking aim carefully at her cleanly shaven pussy, he pushed into her rather gently, groaning as he did so.  She smiled as he pumped into her, her large tits finally in plain sight.  He squeezed and fondled the pair, marveling at her natural yet pert breasts.  They jiggled entrancingly as he pushed in and out of her.  He had sampled them many times over the course of their ‘relationship’ and yet they always entranced him.
 
Her breaths became increasingly labored as he fucked her missionary style.  Her grunts had become moans of pleasure as he began pushing her towards the edge once more.  Thankfully for her, he slowed to a stop as she looked up at him questioningly.   She then understood and flipped over, leaning her arms against the back of the couch.  Her knees on the seat cushions, he took position behind her and began rutting into her from behind.  Her breasts bounced wildly as he began pummeling her.  Her squeals became louder as he continued to push her towards the breaking point.  Sensing the danger, she reached back with her right hand, as if to signal to stop.  He obliged, smiling at her distress.  She looked up at him silently, her breaths heavy and ragged.  She then guided him down to the ground.
 
She laid him back down on the floor and straddled his hips.  With cowgirl at least, she could control her speed.  She shuddered once more as his large girth split her lower lips, as she lowered herself down.  She slowly picked up speed as she laid her hands on his chest for leverage.  She bounced up and down on him as he watched with delight as her massive tits flopped and jiggled overhead.  Now it was him who was having a hard time holding back as the sight of her magnificent breasts was nigh too much for him.  Wanting to somewhat force the issue, he took control again.  Thrusting upwards he began meeting her blow for blow.  Jackhammering her from below he knew that it would not be long before her orgasm would take her.  Dropping down onto him, Ashwynn thrust her tongue into his mouth as he continued his pounding of her.  His own orgasm was welling up, but he knew that he just needed to hold out a little longer.
 
Lucius rolled her over so that he was on top; now his full weight was bearing down on her.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he thrust deeper and deeper into her quivering flesh.   Her squeals had become outright screams of pleasure as they both edged towards orgasm.  Finally she could take it no longer.  Crying out, she held him tightly as her vagina clamped down on him.  Her orgasm hit her like a brick wall as her skin flushed and her breathing became erratic.  For a few seconds she was on the blissful plateau, her mind completely blank.
 
And then her serene expression turned into one of happy disbelief as she could feel a second orgasm rapidly approaching.  He laughed as he saw her countenance change as he briskly sped up.  His body then tensed up as he made one final drive into her.  The release was a long time coming as she could feel his hot jets pulse into her as she blanked out for a second time.
 
“Hey there, Red,” he chuckled as he rolled off her, breaking the silence.  “What a way to say hello.”
 
It was now her turn as she rolled on top of him, her large breasts mashing into his chest.  Her face was serious.  “Lucius, I think we need to talk…about us.”
 
The demon lord’s eyebrows raised in mild confusion.  “…and that was your segue?”  
 