[pre-story]Finally getting around to make some progress on that long, long-overdue commission from the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Bibiana finally gets to work serving her new mistress!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, Part 2
The demoness raised a violet hand in a graceful gesture, fingers curling in a fluid come hither motion. “Come closer, my little priestess. Let me get a closer look at my new servant.” She purred, her voice rich and sweet, but with a hint of danger behind it, like the bait for a trap.
“Oui, mistress.” Bibiana murmured obediently straightened up and strode forward obediently, her eyes downcast, careful not to meet her new mistress’ red-glowing eyes, though the hot crimson light that poured from them wasn’t on her face… It roamed down her green-skinned body like a searchlight, lingering on her heavy, milk-laden breasts, her forest green nipples stiffening under the warmth of the demoness’ gaze. It slid down over her soft midsection to the explosive swell of her meaty hips and thick thighs as they rolled and jiggled uncontrollably with each step, on the small, neatly-trimmed patch of thick, dark hair between her juicy thighs that sat above her smooth-shaven nether-lips like a sign, inviting one in for a closer look. Bibiana stopped two paces away from the demoness, folding her hands in front of her, head lowered slightly, demurely waiting for her next order as she had done so often through her life.
“Don’t look at the ground, look at me.” The demoness chided, and Bibiana raised her head, a vague look of confusion on her face as she met her mistress’ burning gaze. The light made her eyes water a little. “I am not your owner, you are not my pet, you are my priestess and I am your goddess. You do not merely serve me, you worship me. I demand your attention, your adoration, your service, at all times.” She explained, her voice firm and commanding, and yet still rich and sweet. “You should not wait passively for my orders, you should actively be seeking to please and praise me. You understand?” She asked, arching a narrow black eyebrow.
Bibana nodded, swallowing somewhat nervously, her eyes watering more and more intensely. “O-Oui, mistress.” She replied, giving a short, apologetic bow, breaking eye contact to blink away the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t hold eye contact for very long, but she was still supposed to be looking at her… Bibiana raised her eyes, and swallowed as she took in the sight of her mistresses’ body once again, this time, from much closer. Behind the broken horns rising from her forehead, the violet-skinned demoness’ dark hair was short and spiked up, like tongues of black flame. Her features were beautiful and regal, undeniably feminine and proud. Her body was graceful and impossibly slim, with a waspish waist, but perfectly toned, with a sharply-defined eight-back, not an ounce of fat to be found, except where it counted. Her chest heaved with each breath, each enormous mound easily the size of the mistress’ head and softly wobbling the way only natural breasts could, but they sat high and proud on her narrow chest, casually defying gravity’s pull. Her hips flared out like a shelf, round, yet tight, with soft thighs that were somehow still slender enough to leave room between them for the monster that thrust toward the goblin like a weapon.
It was an intimidating shaft to be certain, longer than the small woman’s forearm and wider than her fist, hard as steel and eternally ready to violate any hole presented before it. The upper side was covered in rubbery, thornlike nubs that would surely tug and tease at every nerve and fold of flesh inside, while the fat cum-tube running along the underside was studded with a dozen gleaming steel barbells spaced along its length. The head tapered to a point, and the ridge bore a frill of backward-facing points that pulsed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, making Bibiana shudder, though out of fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be certain. And below the demonic pillar sat the biggest, fattest, heaviest balls Bibiana has ever seen. They looked like a pair of apples, hanging low in the demoness’ smooth violet sack, and they swayed with every tiny motion of their owner’s body, swaying hypnotically as they sloshed with untold gallons of demonic cum. They were practically obscene! Bibiana had never paid too much attention to her partner’s balls before, but she couldn’t stop staring at those gleaming, weighty spheres as they hung between the demoness’ divine thighs, like ripe mangoes, heavy with sweet nectar. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a scent, too, a salty, musky odor that filled her nose more intensely with each breath…
Bibiana blinked as she felt something hot and heavy rest on her head and something small and hard press into her forehead. She looked up, and felt the demoness’ monstrously lewd cock fall onto her face, resting heavily across her features, completely covering one eye. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full, red-stained lips pressed against the underside of the pulsing violet shaft, her mouth watering. She… she hadn’t even realized she was walking forward. Her uncovered eye finally focused, only to see the demoness gazing down at her, a smirk quirking the corner of her elegant black lips as she looked down through the valley between her gravity-defying tits. “You see, now you’re doing it.” She purred.
She was. It was automatic, subconscious, before she even realized she was doing it, her tongue had snaked out between her plush lips and flicked, tentatively, at one of the steel barbells that ran the length of her mistress’ demonic cock. It only barely grazed the violet flesh, but the taste exploded across her tongue, it was salty, musky, and hot, spicy, even, it made the tip of her tongue tingle and burn, but it made her immediately want nothing more than to flatten her entire tongue against the pulsing shaft and give the beast a long, loving lick. Which she did. Her small hands came up, trembling slightly as they gripped the beastly cock on either side, fingers sliding between rubbery nubs on the top as she licked the fat violet shaft again. Every breath filled her lungs with that intoxicating, enchanting scent, and her tongue burned deliciously as it squirmed against the cum-channel, weaving around the gleaming, silvery steel piercings as she dragged the wet pink muscle up the full length of the beast, flicking over the tip as she reached the end.
Bibana moaned weakly as she pulled her lips from the shaft, it was delicious, but she needed more, she needed more of this taste, this scent, she needed to lose herself in it, to drown in the mind-numbing essence of her mistress’ potency… Her eyes locked onto the enormous, swaying cum-canisters between her legs, and she dove forward, burying her face in the demoness’ fat, swollen ballsack. The goblin’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a muffled moan, her red lips parting only to be filled with violet ball-flesh. She pursed her lips and sucked, pulling the loose skin between her lips, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle and fold, the burning, tingling sensations spreading all around the inside of her mouth as she sucked and moaned, her nose entirely buried in the source of the heady musk. The action pulled the hanging sack tight, heaving those enormous balls up until they rested directly on her pillowy-soft, magically-enhanced lips.
If there was one things goblins were known for, besides breeding like rabbits, it was big mouths. Bibiana’s lips parted as the heavy, cum-filled nuts rested on her lips, her jaws opening wider and wider. Her hands moved from her mistress’s fat pillar of a cock to the hefty spheres in front of her, cradling and kneading at the demon’s purple nuts, each one of them easily big enough for two hands. Bibiana moaned again, the sound muffled by the twin globes on her lips and the mouthful of sack already inside her mouth. She felt her jaw pop, and she pulled at the fat orbs in both hands, cramming them into her hungry mouth, her plush, crimson lips stretched into a thin line as the enormous balls popped between them, one, then the other, the demoness’ full package bulging out the little green milf’s cheeks more than she’d thought possible. Her eyes watered with effort and her throat spasmed, her overstuffed cheeks trying to force some of the massive mouthful down into her belly, glistening strands of saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her mistress with a look that mixed managed to mix pride and lust as it wordlessly pleaded for the demon’s approval.
The demon smiled, her long snake like tongue slithering out from between her black lips, swirling around them hungrily as she took in the sight of the mature little goblin slut struggling not to choke on her massive nuts, half her little green face hidden beneath her mistress’ violet cock. Purple hands drifted down, to gently alight upon the little goblin’s head, stroking and caressing. One hand cradled one of the goblin’s overstuffed cheeks in its palm, thumb wiping away the tears building up in her eye, while the other slid its fingers through Bibiana’s hair, long, sharp nails grazing her scalp as the demoness stroked her head. “Good~, good~...” She purred, petting the goblin like she might stroke a well-behaved pet. Bibiana felt almost like she should feel insulted, belittled by the gesture, but instead, an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment filled her heart, and with it came a wave of pleasure so strong it made her womanhood twitch and drool and her eyelids flutter. She’d pleased her mistress! A moan tried to rise from her throat, unbidden, but all she managed to go was make a choked gargling noise around the oversized mouthful of demonic nuts.
The demoness’ hands shifted until they suddenly gripped the sides of Bibiana’s head firmly, claw like nails grazing over the back of her skull as her fingers wove into her hair. Bibiana blinked, rising out of the daze from the demoness’ praise, just in time to feel the violet-skinned woman pull her head backward, slowly pulling her off her ballsack. Bibiana whined in protest, feeling inches of sweaty, delicious ball-meat pull past her stretched lips, until only the twin spheres remained inside, the fat orbs tugging at her lips, too big to pull out easily. Bibana didn’t want to let go, she wanted more! Why was her mistress pulling her away, wasn’t she doing a good job? She tightened her lips as much as she could and moaned in protest, lavishing the swollen spheres with licks and sucks, savoring the musky, salty, spicy flavor, trying to convince the mistress to let her keep working. The mistress bit her lip and let out a soft purr, but her arms still flexed, and the goblin was no match for her mistress’ strength. Rather than one at a time, as they’d entered, the two apple-sized orbs exited the goblin’s mouth side-by side, her magically enhanced lips stretching painfully for just a moment as they popped free. A splattering of spit followed them, the fat cum-factories gleaming as they fell back into place, thoroughly polished to a shine by Bibiana’s tongue, her saliva still dripping off the pendulous balls.
The demoness smirked down at the goblin milf, at her dazed, disappointed, and longing expression, her tongue still reaching out for her mistress’ balls. One hand gripped a handful of the goblin’s hair to hold her in place while the other slid down to her chin and angled it up, letting her weighty demonic shaft slap down onto her pretty green face once more, landing on her outstretched tongue. “An excellent start, my little priestess.” The demoness purred, rolling her hips to saw her steel-studded shaft across the goblin’s features as her tongue eagerly went to work, licking, lapping, and flicking side-to-side. “However, I do so dislike this dark, musty dungeon.” She sighed, looking around at the dark stone walls, before looking back to Bibiana, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across her black lips. “Take me to your former master’s bedroom, so that I may break in your new bed properly.” She commanded.
Bibiana’s core tightened with eager anticipation of what would surely be a night to remember. “Oui, Mistress!” She chirped, brightly. Her passive, servile attitude and hesitation were gone, replaced by an eager, almost desperate desire to please her new mistress.
