Purely F****** Sinful

Chapter 7

Her voice beckoned him. Anthony had control of his body but he stepped forward anyway. His brain told him he would die if he f****d her, but his d**k said do it anyway. Her pheromones overpowered his ability to think straight. He stood in front of the sexy demon vixen, still being f****d by her two playthings.

"Pull your c**k out, Anthony. Don't be shy," Angel said seductively.

Anthony unzipped his fly. His throbbing member sprang forth, relieved to be free of the confines of his trousers. He was fully erect and of admirable size and girth.

"Mmm, that looks tasty!" Angel breathed, licking her lips with her forked tongue.

He knew what she wanted him to do. He knew what would happen if he put his c**k in her mouth. His balls ached like they never had before. They wanted, no, they needed a release.

"Let me suck your big d**k, Anthony," she beckoned. "It will be the best blow job you've ever had."

Anthony's hand slid up and down his shaft. The pleasure he gave himself was better than any of the too many other times he spent stroking himself to Internet porn after a long day's work.

Wait. Other times? That's it!

"No," Anthony replied.

Angel stopped her vigorous f*****g and moaning, surprised by Anthony's sudden refusal.

"You said my soul is pure, but I've m*********d many times in my life. That must mean that jerking off isn't a sin. If I let you suck me off, it would be lust, thus corrupting my soul and allowing you to take it."

Anthony stroked his c**k several feet in front of Angel, never moving closer. He pumped his c**k with the energy of a teenager.

Angel smiled wickedly. "Oh, you clever, dirty boy! You teasing me like that makes me so wet!"

The added arousal made Angel's horns grow from her head; her large black bat wings extended to their fullest. Her two f**k slaves thrust in and out of her so fast that a normal man without her influence lungs would collapse. Her eyes, now bright red, stared into Anthony's while he kept stroking his c**k. He was unfazed by her demonic appearance. Her beauty was eerily enhanced. The horns, the wings, and now the tail that wrapped around the throat of the man behind her -- oh yes, she was supernaturally sexy.

But still a demon.

Athony let out a bestial roar when he reached the edge. Angel screeched loudly like a banshee, her orgasm in full force, her energy magnetic. The two men moaned, unable to hold it back any longer. They sent their seed deep inside both of Angel's hungry and very wet holes while Anthony shot his flying into the air towards her. Like a vacuum, she sucked in every drop of Anthony's c*m, never allowing a single drop to touch the ground.

Anthony saw at first hand what happened when Angel consumed a soul. The two men rapidly shriveled and shrank like raisins under a merciless hot sun. Their eyes dried to fine powder. Their hair turned pure white. Their skin darkened and collapsed around their bones. Their lifeless components fell silently to the ground.

Unsure of what to do, Anthony stood dumbfounded with his c**k still protruding, still hard, still hungry and still dripping his sweet essence into open air, aimed at the unseen horizon.

"Mmm..." Angel stood. She folded her wings behind her. "It has been centuries since I've tasted the c*m of a pure soul. Such a sweet dessert after a large meal like this." She looked intently at Anthony's c**k, still in the open and directly in her line of sight. A small dollop of c*m hanging from the tip of Anthony's p***s slowly floated through the air to the tip of Angel's forked tongue.

Anthony quickly stuffed his fat, semi hard now c**k back into his trousers. "Now what are we going to do about them? We can't leave their bodies here for the CPD to find. Cops don't like unexplained corpses."

Angel flashed Anthony a smile. She raised her hands and clicked her fingers. In an instant, the bodies of the two men ignited like rags soaked in gasoline. The fire burned with such intensity that Anthony had to step back for his face hurt from the heat. The bodies were charred beyond recognition within seconds.

The flames slowly dissipated. Angel calmly knelt down, puckered her lips and blew air from her mouth. The charred corpses disintegrated into ash, blowing through the air until there was literally no trace there ever had been two men.

She pointed at the pistol on the ground where she tossed it earlier. She snapped her fingers again. The steel weapon crumbled into rust.

"Ashes to ashes," Angel said, winking at Anthony.

Angel walked casually to her dress puddled on the ground. Her tail, wings, and horns all returned inside her body, leaving just a tattooed nude beauty in the moonlight.

"So where were we?" Angel said as she slipped her dress back on.

Anthony stood motionless, trying to sort out all that had just transpired. He was almost mugged, then he watched two guys f**k Angel to their deaths, and have their souls ripped from their bodies, then set on fire and vanish without a trace. All of that, while experiencing the best orgasm he had ever given himself.

She stood in front of Anthony and clicked her fingers in front of his eyes. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Oh! Um. We were discussing terms. I think."

She gave him a stern look. "It's decision time, Anthony. Do you agree to our deal, or not?"

Anthony paused for a moment. He knew she had powers that he didn't yet fully understand. He also knew he had no one to turn to for help in finding his wife Bridget's killer. What choice did he really have?

"Okay, I'll do it." he replied.

"Great!" Angel said, jumping up and hugging Anthony. "If you are certain of your answer, then kiss me. It's how we succubi seal these types of arrangements."

He was hesitant, but he leaned forward and gave Angel a small peck on the lips.

"You call that a kiss?" she scolded.

"Fine." Anthony leaned in and kissed her passionately this time.

Their lips pressed together and fireworks exploded in Anthony's mind. The way her kiss felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced with Bridget, which he was ashamed to admit to himself.

"That was much better. I'm actually impressed," Angel said.

"Thanks, I guess." Anthony said.

Angel looked at herself. "Whew, I'm sweaty and dirty from all that f*****g and cumming. I need a shower. Thankfully, my lair isn't far from here. Care to walk me home?"

Anthony nodded. There were still things he didn't understand, plenty more that he needed to discuss with her. Visiting her lair would be a good place to start.

And so they walked, Angel's arm around Anthony's back and her head rested on his shoulder.