Chapter 2 - 'Let lips do what hands do':

Deborah bat Aphar's bedchamber: 

One thing that Deborah bat Aphar was grateful to her creator for was that, given her nature as both one of the Urhalzantrani for whom the stars were right, and as the one of them whose signal traits were both that she could not be harmed and that she could utterly and unrelentingly annihilate anything she wished, she had given Deborah tremendous power. It came in very handy when seeking to summon and bind one of the Endless, to have her granting of her power and her blessing to bestow the breath of life while meeting her own needs. 

Death had given her an excited look when her head bent down. It was amusing, to think of so powerful an entity reacting thus, and it increased when she began to slowly kiss and lick along Death's labia, spending time exploring even as the ropes gleamed with a magic that had Death's motions already reflecting a sensitivity that would only increase with time. Each lick brought a little fidget from her captive entity that made it more amusing to spend some times making them a swift motion with the tip of her tongue, and at other times it was a slow and lengthy lick that moved across each element of a skin that was in its own way becoming addictive to the touch. She was herself a being of clay that had gained a kind of flesh-that-was-not-quite-flesh. She had encountered other esoteric kinds of beings with their own feels. Her wife, in particular, had a skin very different to this. The being she touched was one whose flesh was both soft and unyielding iron in whichever fashion suited the moment, that which was there and that which was ephemoral.

And as she explored each and every inch and drew back, before giving small kisses and nibbles on Death's inner thighs, hearing the being hiss in pleasure and seeing the ways her body moved in each case, the sensations increasingly heady. She continued her slow kisses and licks, working on coaxing Death's clit out, while moving from simply using her hand to taking her hands along Death's pelvic striations to her hips, to the side of her ass where she finally fixed her hands and dug in her grip. Her creator was not stingy on her mystic power, she had placed and paced herself amongst the greatest sorcerers of any given dimension and more than matched them, if she put her full mind and weight to it, and as often when she did not have to. Neither had she skimped on her physical strength.

The squeeze was strong enough she heard the Endless whimper with a slight note of pain, relaxing her grip, and then heard her say Don't stop, you can't hurt me. She grinned then and squeezed back with her full strength, her careful attentions succeeding and tasting Death as her cum started to flow into her mouth. All the same she enjoyed making the careful game of teasing Death and not bringing her too close to things one that would draw out the Endless's pleasure and keep her focused on the beginning. And it was working. she could see the trembles and hear Death's voice slowly shifting into a pleasurable set of moans and pleading for more of what she was giving, her right hand moving to slowly work itself into Death's pussy as her tongue and nose continued to brush the Endless's clit. 

The sensations were strange and like nothing she had encountered before. The oscillations in any given moment or second between light as air and firm as steel meant that it was easier to chase them, to see and to guess which would be which. The pressure she applied to Death's left asscheek would have staved in titanium or steel but it didn't even appear to leave bruises or noticeable grooves in Death's skin, if skin was the best word. She increased the pressure still further, sufficient to squeeze diamonds from coal and the Endless didn't even notice, as her grin became broader and inhumanly so.

She moved her lips away, her pointer and middle finger of her right hand glistening with juices that seemed to have almost a gleam of phosphorescence to them. She put them in her mouth, sucking them clean, and humming.

So very delicious, Deborah purred.

Death's voice gave a low soft groan of frustration, the chains jingling slightly as she moved.

Please, she groaned. Finish. 

Deborah smiled and then leaned in, placing her hands back around Death's ass and used a small spell to extend the length of her tongue and its grip and flexibility, maneuvering the tongue with enough skill that she felt the Endless stiffen and then swallowed a small flood of cum that was more than a human being would have produced, drinking it all down. It tasted warm and sweet, a taste that seemed more like a concept of cum than anything else, something that left her slightly dazed for a moment. She heard Death humming in contentment and  seeming to slouch slightly, the chains pulling against her and then smiled as she in turn levitated herself up, flipping herself over in a movement of gymnastics amplified by her strength and her mystical abilities.
She soon landed with her legs spread, straddling the Endless's face, her knees brushing against her sheets and her own body leaning forward with those hands moving along Death's smooth, taught stomach.

My turn, the Golem rasped and she watched as her hands swooped with magical energy, leaving little traces like filigreed work in elaborate patterns along Death's bone-white skin, light blue and dark silver. The patterns shone brilliantly and then seemed to fade and Death's dark eyes took on little traces as her own tongue went to work.

She wished to grab onto Deborah bat Aphar's body but she was constrained, left in the hands of the golem whose own body proved amazingly responsive. Deborah bat Aphar doubted strongly that her creator had put any particular thought into her existence here, but it had not mattered. She had not, perhaps, but bat Aphar had done this in her stead. She had learned deeply of various kinds of sex magicks, and it paid off in her time with her wife....and in this.

Death was a careful and attentive lover and she detected a submissive streak even without the mind-control aspect. With it, that streak was enhanced and where she had made a careful point in doing certain things a certain way, Death proved far more selfless a lover than she'd dared imagine, It was a sensation that made the licks, kisses, and little bites that much more pleasurable, as did the decadent posture she had where her hair brushed against parts of Death's body and her breasts likewise. There was a blend of pleasure-pain in that brushing that only amplified her motions and her posture, even if there was a slight element of strangeness in that like her, the Endless did not need to breathe. She could meet that element of focusing on her lovers' bodies that was only possible in this case.

With her hands moving back from Death's shins where they had brushed as she stretched herself, glorying in the realities and how Death literally moved her head up to keep that focus, and tracing back along her thighs to the pussy that she'd gotten off, marveling in the slightness of that frame and the awesome strength within it, and how each complemented the other so thoroughly that it felt natural. Her own orgasm was building and with a wicked sense of humor she moved her fingers back to Death's pussy, manipulating her lips and her clit to a point the Endless was soon grinding against the air, her own pleasures building to an equal peak.....and then when Death licked the right place and she came with a sly smile she drew back, feeling Death's almost-petulant whine, a sound of satisfaction that brought her to a second orgasm that Death drank of as deeply as the first.

With that same gracefulness she seemed nearly to fly from her pleasures, kneeling besides the bound Death, her hand moving and hovering near the still-wet heat of Death's vulva.

You want this, don't you?  Deborah's voice had a teasing lilt, and Death's anguished Mhmm worked to her favor as she then chose to have 'mercy' and let her hand slide to where she wanted it to go. A light set of motions and brushing of Death's clit and the Endless came again and with the magicks at work in her the experience was a convulsive set of motions that awed bat Aphar in dislodging one of the bonds that held her.

Bonds that in less erotic circumstances could and did bind in place even things that considered themselves impossible to hold, and the Endless had dislodged the one on her left arm.

She gave her a wicked smile of her own, her black lips parted.

Licking her left hand, now, and savoring the taste as deeply, her tongue sliding along her palm and each of her fingers and the joints of each finger, bat Aphar stood up.

Her greyish-white skin reflected the lightning in the room, her silverblue hair dislodged slightly from her bun.

With a slight flick of her wrist and a snapping of her finger Death was rearranged in position, the bonds now much more tight around her body, holding her arms behind her. Her wings flared into existence this time and the bonds extended with them, looping in and around them in a manner that surprised Death, and for a moment led to a brief glimpse of fear in those dark eyes. Bat Aphar saw this and asked her: Do you wish them changed?
 
Death shook her head. Reflex. I'm not used to having my wings visible, let alone tied. But.....I want to try it. You summoned me, and you have control of me. I am here to meet your needs....and you to meet mine.
 
Bat Aphar nodded, accepting the point, then strode to look at her newly repositioned lover.

Death's legs were spread in a position that would have been obscene in most contexts and let her get a good view of what she'd claimed earlier, close to a split but not quite it. The Endless was leaning forward, slight arms that were slender and tied together such that bonds had the middle and ring fingers together, and tied around the pinkies and pointer fingers and thumbs. It was a position a being of flesh and blood would have had a hard time holding and which would have cut off circulation, and yet the Endless had asked her to push her harder and so she would.

The bonds that extended down her arms also extended along her chest, looping around her breasts and down to her legs, keeping them spread in that position. One set of ropes even helpfully extended and pulled Death's hair into a kind of ponytail.
Her wings were long and dark-feathered and stunning beautiful, countless eyes of beauty closed to shield them and yet opening when she stroked the top of the left wing, gasping at the softness of the feathers.

Beautiful, she said, brushing her hand along them, feeling the way they seemed to react to her touch, almost chasing it. The Endless gave a low throaty moan that led to bat Aphar's face flashing a much sharper smile.

With that she moved behind Death and spent time for a bit simply exploring along her wings, watching Death's trembling, hearing the dripping of Death's juices from an increasingly wet pussy, feeling Death shuddering. She did not breathe, but if she had she would have been breathing slowly and heavily. She did not dare try to catch her lover's eye, for the power at work in her had increased and with her her compliance even more than usual in these times, and a warm smile came to her face.

Deborah's right hand slid as her left played with her flight feathers and Death couldn't resist a yelping scream of pleasure to a light brush from two fingers, and then tasted herself on the fingers placed in her mouth.

Very naughty, sweet Death, she heard the voice speak with its dry humor. Death swallowed her own taste, humming slightly, the sound thrumming against the fingers, as she felt bat Aphar's amusement.

After the fingers withdrew, she knew her lover had stepped away from the bed, returning with a large dildo that was purple and veined in a few areas with a deep green. Death's eyes widened. She knew that she was flexible, that her body was more suggestion than truth. Even so, few of her lovers ever truly sought to wield that, for to them she was a small slight woman, short by mortal standards and still moreso by the standards of beings like bat Aphar's creator, who stood twenty-five feet tall, just over seven and a half meters. Next to that height and those piercing starlight eyes, even with her full nature and her own formidable strengths Death felt very small indeed.

Her creation was smaller, contenting herself with a height of just over six feet tall, which gave her eight inches on Death, and a bulk that was far more robust.

When Death was fully free to be herself her size and height did not matter, for she was Life and Death itself across a vast portion of Existence.

When she had, albeit voluntarily, left her mind to the influence of another who could direct her as she saw fit, when that person displayed power in touch and in binding, she felt every bit her smallness, a small testament to the power of the Magicks within her. In truth she welcomed it, and the release, and her body's posture showed it, as bat Aphar brushed the dildo against her, hearing her moan and seeing the ways  she moved.

Beautiful, that word again. A bit more mocking this time. Queen of the Sunless Lands and the Domain of the Soul, caught in a bind of your own making. You make yourself so aesthetically appealing, why it's just so hard not to-

Death's dark eyes suddenly went very wide and she yelped in a pain-pleasure-fueled sound when the dildo that was within her suddenly and abruptly jammed itself in there. It was a motion made in a calculated sense, gauging that this was what Death did want, that her body could take what she wanted. The chains rattled and she could feel them pulling, the immense strength of the Endless making the ones that held her arms jerk, yet the yelp became that of a low and delighted moan, Death's tongue lolling out of her mouth in a lewd expression that bat Aphar made a point to quietly savor and mark in one of the few mementos she would keep of the occasion.

It was the vision of her standing just behind Death, much of her body blocked by the wing, part of her wrist visible past one of Death's asscheeks, and the Endless tied, her breasts both visible, though the nipples were just out of camera range, and her half-closed eyes and wide grin with her tongue lolling out that much more visible.

Bat Aphar savored that moment, and spoke a quiet word that activated a glyph on the toy, as it soon began to move and thrust on its own, as she slid away and pulled the lolled-tongue expression into a kiss that was an aggressive one, this time. One meant under no uncertain terms to leave Death certain of who gave orders in this, and who obeyed them. And in this, she succeeded very swiftly. Death's tongue put up a few feeble parries but it made no serious effort, and when she broke the kiss the first time, two strands of saliva connected them and splattered against Death's tongue, the Endless closing her eyes and groaning, flexing as the dildo continued to move in and out of her. 

Her eyes of midnight-darkness that one could drown in as surely as that of any ocean met Deborah's, whose own eyes were lit with the powers at her command, powers enhanced and nourished by the act and by each bit of further pressure. She had decided to set herself a goal. To do no less a feat than to break Death, to see her reduced from this moaning and content-faced being in front of her to one sprawling on her bed, needing no bonds to keep her constrained. She did not think it would be so very difficult.

The power over her mind grew, the chains against her feathers pushed, and the dildo continued its work, and the second kiss asserted the hegemony of the first, her tongue marking each point in Death's mouth that there was to mark, the Endless closing her eyes and humming in pleasure, accepting defeat and conquest here, something amplified when the kiss was broken and bat Aphar moved her lips along the being's body. Her skin was pale, though not nearly so much as her creator's or the Endless. She seemed silvery next to a brilliant white that in its sheer gleam, something that her hand on Death's right shoulder brought out, as did her lip against her left cheek and jawline, working its way down her body.

The Endless arched up and made that yelping scream again as she came, a look of increasingly manic joy in her eyes present, and then she sagged in the chains, feeling that  wondrous and unusual thing. Exhaustion.

Bat Aphar's hand now slid to her right breast, which she cupped and her hands worked, thumbing the nipple and then pinching it hard. Death groaned and the look in her eyes was a goad, bat Aphar working her body in a way that illustrated Death's fundamental lack of humanity even as the fluid spider-like motions illuminated her own.

When she finally allowed the dildo to fall, her wrist flicked and Death slumped on the bed, her hands on her knees, head dipping slightly.

Almost, she heard bat Aphar's statements, you're almost there.
 
Then the golem's hand moved and Death found herself suspended in mid-air like a puppet on invisible strings. She was even made, briefly, to dance in a fashion that showed off her great flexibility, before being held and revolving up and down and all around as more of the filigreed magic formed around her in bands of silver. Along her hands and feet and face, along her neck and her chest and her thighs and calves and chin, along her taught stomach. Suspended in mid-air, she seemed banded in silvery hues, and then bat Aphar paced toward her, enjoying where her hovering frame placed her face, as Death could not stop herself from wishing she could kiss it, before bat Aphar gave a slightly, or more than slightly, mocking laugh.

She stroked some of the lines as Death revolved around, taking pleasure in caressing all across Death's body, before pausing with her and her wings tightly bound against her body, bat Aphar's hands kneading Death's ass.


Now to finish claiming you. 


Silvery light blazed into a bluish-white fire and Death's initial sounds became voiceless as her mouth was locked into a silent scream of pleasure, every single erogenous zone of her body activated at once. It was an immensity of a trial that followed, the will of Death of the Endless, even under the layers of her existing pleasures that had sapped her strength and the control she had agreed to, and the power of one created and forged by one of the High Ones to whom Existence itself was as a plaything. Every single portion of Death's body became sensitive and the pleasure that flooded her was as nothing she had encountered in a lifetime more ancient than universes. 


Her being held against it for as long as it did because she was truly the Endless of the Endless, but when the moment came it was the moment that a tsunami made landfall, of a volcano spewing its vast power, of a gamma ray burst erupting into space and extinguishing all life. Her very being became captive to a moment that was short in time as mortals would have defined it but ageless to her, and as the light seemed to gutter out, she fell, sprawled on the ground, her legs splayed and her wings extending outward such that the flight feathers extended past either end of the bed, her dark hair sprawled on her left arm, her right extended outward in a boneless fashion.

Seated at the edge of the bed, in a lotus position, her eyes gleaming with power, bat Aphar smiled.

She would make certain the Endless had no complaints and no grounds to hesitate in fulfilling her pact....and she had an absolute control of her. For a moment she paused, her finger tapping her chin, wondering how best to use such a reality to seek her will. Then she raised her right hand, which began to gleam with a brilliant energy.
