NSFW'S Tales - Arc 1: Don't break hearts - Chapter 2: Ezequiel

Zeke placed me on the white leather couch perpendicular to Scarlet, so that Scarlet could see everything that Zeke was doing with me. My hands got bound similarly to his so that I could just relax. Of course, neither of us planned on teaching him anything. It was torture, simple as that. Letting him see how it was to get cuckolded by the exact image of the stereotype he was so afraid of: A large, black, good-looking man. And Zeke even finished the joke with the perfect punchline. He took his place in front of me, gently lifting a foot of mine, slipping it out of the high heel, and placing it lightly between his spread legs. And while he started massaging my toes one by one with his strong but gentle fingers, I felt his penis under my foot. It throbbed gently, slowly erecting itself into its full size. 
It was laughably huge. Nearly as big as my whole arm, probably so vast that an ordinary human would lose consciousness due to the blood loss upon erection. But Zeke wasn’t an ordinary human now, was he? We both lived… worked?… on the same plane. A warm little place with plenty of lost souls, most of them full of insatiable lust. And we within. Ezequiel the Incubus, and me. There were a couple of other demons around as well, but we had something special. Not emotional, no. But we were partners in a sense.
“I need you.” I had told him earlier today, already knowing how he would smile at me with his white teeth, some of them way sharper than they should be. His horns curved back in a slick way, following the shape of his head, only pointing up at the end, and his jet-black hair mimicked this motion. He enjoyed this form a lot: the Middle-Eastern Gentleman, always sharply dressed, at least as sharp as his teeth were. With a glint in his eyes, he answered. 
“Don’t you always, Fio?”
I waved his amusement away and took my place in a comfy armchair that hadn’t been there moments before. One of his servants quickly handed me the cocktail of my choice, without him needing to ask me what it was. Not that alcohol meant something to us, it was a remnant left from our previous lives and a mark of our work above. I smiled at the worker, who winked back. He was dressed well also, even if not as good as Zeke himself. He always made sure to be the best-looking person in the room- as long as I wasn’t there, obviously.
“I got a client. Sweet little thing. Got her heart broken by a huge asshole.”
He nodded. Nothing unusual so far.
“And this asshole brought me an Idea.”
This piqued his interest. I habitually wasn’t very receptive to feedback. I had the ways that I followed.
“What did he say?” He sat down as well and leaned forward.
“He said I shouldn’t cuck him. So that-” 
“So, that is exactly what you are going to do.” It wasn’t hard finishing my thoughts when he knew me so well, and was able to read them at the same time anyway. Still, I frowned at the transgression of my privacy. I like to finish my own sentences. Thank you very much. Ezequiel carefully raised his hands defensively. 
“I’m sorry, Fio. Force of habit. So, you want me to fuck you, is that it?”
“Obviously.”
“What do I get out of it?”
I glared at him, unintentionally sprouting my wings, which I liked to sport around these parts. His grin showed me that he got the exact reaction he wanted from me, but still, he pedaled back. 
“I mean, besides the honor of being with you. You know, if you would come personally to me, I would be the last one to deny your request.”
I nodded and stopped glaring. He was right, after all. 
“Yes. But this isn’t personal, but professional. I guess I can offer you an I.O.U. You will know how to use it properly.” That took him by surprise. Giving out an I.O.U. to another demon was special. There were plenty of ways to abuse it. 
“So, you're really trusting me with this much power over you?”
I smiled, stood up, and turned to go, as I like to do. 
“Well, if you abuse it, it would be the last time that you would touch me. And with that, you would lose a lot more than I would.” I could hear him cackling for a while, even after I left. We both knew that it was right in a way, but on the other hand, there was no touch like his for me. Both of us would lose a lot. But I trusted him. Probably not the smartest idea that I had, but it would make everything more… spicy.
And now, just a few hours later, he looked me in the eyes while his hands rubbed my feet. As usual, I was wearing stockings, this time under a long purple dress that would make quite a show when he decided to release me from it. My makeup was subtle but effective, with a couple of minimalist rings for jewelry. I didn’t plan on wearing a choker tonight, but with my foot on his enormous penis, I changed my mind and materialized one on me. Scarlet wouldn’t notice. Always gawking, never seeing. This will be a blast, I thought while biting my lip.
Already? Ezequiel asked. This time, I wasn’t annoyed that he would read my thoughts. It was the best way to communicate without letting Scarlet in on too much. I only nodded in response. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t anticipating his lovemaking.
He leaned forward and pulled on my stockings, slowly unraveling my leg. His nails were sharper to the touch than he made them look, and the intense sensation sent a shiver down my spine, while the little hairs on my arms stood up. I leaned back, concentrating on his touch. Soon after my first stocking hit the floor, he raised my foot further up and began kissing my toe. I moaned a bit and waited for him to start sucking on it, but he didn’t. He just kissed it, sometimes licking a bit between the others. Much to my disappointment, he used a regular human tongue, opting against tickling me with his favorite, snake-like version. Also, he never licked more than just the tip. His hands, though, started to crawl over my leg, slowly creeping their way in the direction of my privates. Every time they came so close that I got more sensitive, they would stop and slide back with this light but sharp sensation. As soon as they reached my ankles, they would start back, getting closer again. It would be an endless game. A tactile illusion, in which he would reach my vulva the next time around for sure, but never planned on doing so.
You want me to cum before you go any further than my feet, don’t you? I asked him silently. I didn’t get a thought-out answer, just a sudden embrace of a toe with his lips. I gasped as my whole body was on edge, this was a feeling only this perversion of a demon could produce, and I loved every last bit of it.
I glanced over to Scarlet. He looked on in shock, not understanding how I could enjoy this so much when this… I'd rather not repeat his use of words here… black gentleman was only touching my feet. He still didn’t get it. Patience. Zeke was right, me cumming, just from this, would be the perfect first step.
So I started to lean into it. I adapted my breathing and panting. It got deeper, sometimes interrupted from slight moans. I did not just play my part; I felt it, and it did feel excellent. I was glad my hands were bound, it made it way easier to restrain me from touching myself, even if the urge to let my tail grow and… no, I shouldn’t think about that. Instead, I bit my lip, slipped out of my second shoe, and lifted my foot onto his crotch. Slowly I started rubbing his now heavy, pulsating cock through his pants, wandering up to his waistband and slowly lifting his shirt. The dick that I revealed reached out of his pants; that part alone was at least as long as Scarlet's whole piece. Zeke was just as horny as I was from this. Amazing, genuinely incredible. With this, I steered Scarlet's gaze to it as well. I could hear him gasp through his mouthpiece when he understood what he saw there.
Now was the time to get it fully out there, and Zeke agreed. He undid his zipper and revealed the rest of his 17 to 18-inch cock. It was at least as thick as my arm, and an absolute joke. Zeke and I both knew that a penis that size was just plain unusable, very painful, and only looked real good in porn. But Scarlet didn’t. The only thing he could see was a weapon of mass destruction he would never be able to match. It was a joke I thoroughly enjoyed, and would enjoy even more thoroughly later on. Right now, though, I just dipped my toes in the cum-stained tip of his penis and used it as a lubricant to slide my nyloned foot up and down. I could barely fit it between my big and long toe to properly jerk him off. Usually, that wouldn’t be my style, but in this case, I could make an exception; I had to show Scarlet what he was missing.
And then, Zeke licked my sole. Just for a second, I could feel his split tongue, sending- quite literally- an electric shock through my body, hitting all the right spots. I gasped, moaned, and winced. I was squirming on the armchair, leaving a wet spot from my drippings between my legs, when Zeke turned to Scarlet. 
“One.”, he said in his deep voice, and I was sure I could see a glimmer of a tear in Scarlet's eyes. Without any warning, he kneeled, put my legs on his shoulders, and smiled at me from below. “Ready for round two?” he asked, but before I could catch my breath from my first orgasm, he started kissing my inner thigh.
You are an asshole, I thought. 
I know, he answered, and then he started to lick the inside of my thighs. With each flick of his split tongue, he sent static shivers through my body, and I began to tremble. All of me was still so sensitive, and he wouldn’t let go of me until I reached orgasm again. That was why we were such a good team: He enjoyed giving and I receiving. With no way of using my hands, and my feet being hoisted upon his shoulders, I did the only thing I could to exert agency in my orgasms: I crossed my legs, pulling his head deeper into my lap, forcing his tongue to finally hit the spot properly. 
Now who was the impatient one? 
But it was hard to stay patient with someone like Zeke around, he reveled in the time he took to get to the point. His tongue slowed down, and even more slowly he started kissing my vulva. Again I bit my lip, this time so hard that I tasted a drop of blood. I must have smiled like a fool. The funny thing was, even for a succubus he managed to keep me on my toes. He wouldn’t show Scarlet his true self, but revealed himself to me by his touch at the same time. He was a genius.
Kissing, licking, and finally sucking on my clit made me throw my head back. I tried to snap the cord he'd bound me with, but he must have put some spell on it, for they didn’t budge even a smidge. I wanted to grab his head, push him deeper into me. Desired to grab him by the horns, get at least a semblance of control back. But there was nothing I could do. Shivers, shudders, and quivers ran through all of my being. When his tongue went in me, it brought all of the static with it.
Most men pride themselves on knowing what a G-Spot is, some on grasping how to find it, he… he played around it. His split tongue slid across my inner walls, just passing around the spot, sending a small shock between the fork. I had to clench my teeth so I wouldn’t curse his name and give the game away. There was no act to lean into anymore, there was only pleasure a mortal would never be able to feel. I rocked my hips back and forth, hoping to get him to slip up, that he would just touch that fucking spot like his motions threatened he would but never delivered on.
But he did it on his terms, and when he did, I couldn’t hold back. I expected a shock like the ones he had been giving me the whole time so far, but when his forked tongue finally pressed itself on my G-spot, it was cold to the touch. It felt like an ice cube, pressing against me, robbing me of my senses. I screamed, got some control back, and cursed. 
“Fuck! Zeke! Fuck! Oh god! What are you doing to me!?” An immense, lustful moan escaped my throat; I couldn’t control my body anymore. I was shaking, still moaning, and gasping for breath as well.
“Two,” he said, with a nod to Scarlet, whom I had forgotten about by now. Tears were streaming down his red face. I wasn’t sure if this was the result of him seeing himself outclassed so severely, the thorns in his chastity belt that would punish him for getting aroused, or both. Whatever it was, our plan worked, not that there ever would have been any doubt in that. And even if that was hard to believe, seeing that filled me with even more joy than Zeke's tongue ever could. Most, especially if they were new at this, would by now pity this man. What could he have possibly done to deserve all of this? But for me, it was hard to forget how much hurt, how much sorrow and desperation it takes to bring me here. And even more, to convince me to start working.
Zeke put my legs back to the ground and stood up. He knew what I was thinking, so he knew about Scarlet as well. And knew that I needed a little rest before we could continue. So he turned to Scarlet, who looked at him with teary eyes. 
“So, what do you say, little man? Have you learned already?” Ezequiel giggled. Scarlet did not follow suit. With his bald head and bushy beard, Ezequiel would have been an imposing sight, even without the frame full of muscles. He leaned forward, staring Scarlet deep in the eyes, tilting his head to the left and right. His enormous cock had no chance but to touch the toned stomach of Scarlet. After a while, Zeke leaned down, tapping the Chastity Belt with his fingers. 
“Yeah, I remember,” he said. “She tried that one with me as well. But couldn’t find one that fit, right, Fio?” His laughter was a loud bellowing, echoing through the flat. Then he put his hands again his chin. “You know what? I feel bad, excluding him like this.” He turned to me. “What do you say, my dear, shouldn’t he get some part of the action as well?”
Normally I would have disagreed. But I knew what Zeke planned, and I loved it. 
“Yeah, sure,” I said, as uninterested as possible. “Whatever you say, Zeke.” With some quick head tilts, I cracked my neck. “And now enough small talk. I think you’ve got a job to finish.” He laughed again. 
“Yeah, right. I remember you get cranky when we finish beneath five.” With that, he grabbed the cord behind my back and snapped it with his fingers, but just the one chaining me to the chair, my hands were still bound behind my back. Now I could at least stand up, which I was glad to do even if my legs were still a bit wobbly from before. I've had worse. Or better, however you would like to see it. 
With a grace you wouldn’t expect from a man his size, he began slowly undressing me, only now kissing my neck, right beneath my ears, following the dropping silk down to my collarbones. His hands pathed a way around my breasts, which by this point I wouldn’t mind being touched at all, then with a big smile he stopped for a moment and gave me a little nibble on my nipple. I stifled a laugh; finally, he had gotten at least a bit impatient as well. And while his touch was, ironically, a blessing, knowing that I broke one of his biggest strengths just by being there was a good feeling. He completely disrobed me quickly, however he had managed that with my arms still bound behind my back. Cheeky little bastard. 
He spun me around so that I was facing Scarlet, and I heard a metallic clink beneath me as his belt and trousers hit the floor. His penis was pressing against my buttocks, up my back, in a perfect reach for my hands to stroke it. But I just pushed it away. 
He can’t see that, I thought. No reason for doing this. 
He agreed and pulled back to let his member slip between my thighs. Yeah, that was the stuff. I don’t think it was a question if I was wet or not by this point, I was dripping, and it was the perfect lubricant to start sliding along his dick. He began to grasp around me, feeling me up, stroking my belly, chest, thighs, and clit purposefully. Never staying too long, never just grazing it as a mistake. His nails were leaving invisible scratch marks across my skin, and I just kept on grinding his dick. Actually, getting in the mood to do some more good, I grabbed it by the shaft as well and got a little moan out of him while I rocked my body back and forth. I let myself fall back into his arms, putting my head on his chest so he could turn to me and give me a deep kiss. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand as he started to press it more tightly against me; we were both beginning to lose some control, we both wanted to get this going, but managed to stay strong. We knew what we came here for.
I looked Scarlet in the face. I could see him wincing through the pain, not being able to resist the desire, which pressed his penis into spikes until it got flaccid again. Rinse and repeat. A little shudder went through my body, and my grip tightened involuntarily, perking Zeke up. 
“Ah, three, there we go! Then, what do you say? Should we get serious?”
I nodded. “Yes. Remind me what you can do with that-” 
He pressed my torso down, bending me before him, my face right in front of Scarlet's. He had the audacity to interrupt me! Me!

What happened next must be described from two points of view. That which we showed Scarlet, and what we actually did. Because while I still got the pleasure, we opened the curtains to a little horror show, just for him. Scarlet saw my face, glaring for a moment, and then a huge black man behind me, who took a step back, then suddenly thrust forward. 
His cock was gone. Scarlet couldn’t fathom where it could have gone this quickly, but then he saw my eyes roll back in my head, my mouth fall open, and some unrecognizable noise escaped from it. With each long and deep thrust from Zeke, more noises came, and I started salivating. My spit dripped out of my mouth, right onto Scarlet's crotch, or his face when it got launched through one of Zeke's pushes. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth, my eyes so far rolled back that he could see nothing more than the whites of them. This, for sure, didn’t look pleasurable, and I could hear the fear in his thoughts, if that fucking… 'man' was killing a woman in his apartment. He really should have kept his racism in check.
Zeke pulled me up, grabbing me by my cords, bringing me back into an upward position. Scarlet's face went white. He saw this man figuratively and now literally impaling me on his cock, each thrust visibly bending and arching my womb. I let out another scream, body shaking like I'd had a seizure for a second, and then went limp. He grabbed me by my waist, but my face crashed into Scarlet's lap, and he was convinced, if only just for a second, that I had gotten killed by a giant black cock.
“Oh,” Zeke said, “she fainted again. Well, that was number 5. Just give her… oh, there she is. You want more, Fio?”
I tried to get up again, but couldn’t, so I just nodded instead. Instantly he began thrusting in me, still with my face on Scarlet's lap, spit and saliva dripping out of control, right on his dick, making it hard again and pressing it against the spikes. 
This naughty boy shouldn’t enjoy it too much to see his mistress treated like this... 
Still, even if I didn’t like him getting this picture of me, I wanted Scarlet to see his absolute inferiority against other lovers of mine. I wanted to show him where he could go, theoretically. There was a lot you could fake with some simple mind-bending, but this mixture of over-the-top ahegao shit, combined with the conceived realism of the situation, broke his brain a bit. While he thought that I was nearly dying, In reality, I had a supreme time. If Zeke had done that to me for real, I wouldn’t have enjoyed that even a bit. I was not to be treated like a porn character.
In truth, though, nothing like that happened, at least not as Scarlet perceived it. There was no torso-splitting cock within me, just a regular-sized one, perhaps even a tad smaller than Scarlet's was, though much, much more useful. It was just bent in a way that, with each of Zeke's thrusts, he would hit my G-spot perfectly, every time firing off another surprising element like magic. I got shocked, frozen, burned- all lovingly, mind- in rapid succession. It was a kind of pleasure a mortal would never be able to bring me, and one of the many perks of being a succubus, and knowing an incubus. Having a man know exactly how he had to move to please you entirely, knowing what you wanted, and giving you something even better was a privilege I was actively aware of. But right now, I would just enjoy this treatment, his hands scratching my back and his dick leading me into a kind of ecstasy with every deep but gentle thrust.
I did not lose consciousness, though, and me drooling all over him was a part of the plan. When Zeke talked about him ‘joining’ us, that was what he'd meant. I did actually come, though. It was amazing. And for round number five, Zeke had another surprise ready for us. It was nothing momentous, he just gently moved back and forward, caressing my back with fingers, that suddenly weren’t sharp at all. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tender moment between us. Just for a second, I wondered if maybe he did that because of some other motivation than this job. 
Zeke, I thought, When we are done with this, I want to see you in my domain. He laughed in his mind. 
What, he asked, you haven't had enough yet? He finished his thought with a sudden jolt into me; It felt good, but in some way also very wrong. I was glad that he went back to going slow right after, but I'd had enough.
Shut up. There is one more thing I want from you. Let me fake this real quick. And don’t come yet. Zeke was a bit miffed by me faking orgasm number five, but I had to get a bit of control somehow, didn’t I?

I just lay there, still drooling for a second, until I got some of my pretended loss of bodily functions back. I told him, silently to turn me around, so he did. With my back on Scarlet's lap, and my head looking right at Zeke, I lift my legs quickly and wrapped them around Scarlet's head, so that he was a prisoner of my thighs, my dripping pussy right in front of his face.
And now, I thought, snap my choker.
Wait. You want to blow me?
No, I want you to snap my choker, that is something completely different.
Scarlet's eyes widened when he saw Zeke putting his dick at my lips. I willingly opened them, clenching Scarlet's head between my thighs while anticipating the impact. Zeke thrust in without any mercy, this time not faking his penis but jamming the massive dick into my mouth, widening my throat and stretching the choker around it to its breaking point. For a mortal, that would have been really painful, next to impossible to take this thing at all, saying nothing about its entirety. But for me, it was super-easy, barely an inconvenience: I just changed some of my anatomy, and voilá. It slid through easily, and I could feel Ezequiel enjoying the panicked look in Scarlet's face, making me wish I was at an angle I could see it from. I pressed Scarlet's head between my legs, closing the scissor and pulling my hips up to him, robbing him of the ability to breathe. We were pressed so tightly together that for him, it almost felt as if he could feel the man's dick ramming into him, as if he were lying there instead of me. A little present from me, not that he would start enjoying it.
With a deep growl and moan, Ezequiel thrust once more, and as he hilted himself in me, his pulsating dick began shooting semen directly into me, periodically growing in size even more. And then, with a loud ‘snap’, he, well, snapped the choker off my throat. If my mouth hadn’t been so full, I would have laughed. We didn’t even have to fake that one.
What a stupid performance, I thought. Ezequiel shrugged and quickly responded. 
I don’t know. I think it was effective.
He was right about that one.

The rest of the evening was surprisingly uneventful, most probably because shortly after the choker-snapping happened, Scarlet lost consciousness due to his inability to catch his breath. Humans are always so fragile. He was okay, though; couldn’t let him get hurt now, could I? We unbound him from his shackles, though I kept him in the chastity belt. I would still need that for a couple of days, he had to learn to fear his erection, and this was only the beginning.
So it was late, whatever that meant down here, when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it with a wave of my hand, already expecting Zeke. I was glad, seeing him back in his natural form. His middle-eastern charm always hit some spot for me I couldn’t describe as he came in with a grin.
 “So, do you want to tell me that wasn’t enough for you? You insatiable minx?”
“Shut up.” I told him and pushed him onto my bed. “Get naked. Now.”
“Ah,” he said. “This, is the Serene I know.” His already skimpy outfit evaporated quickly, leaving only his lightly toned body lying on my bed. With a snap of my fingers, I lost my clothes as well. I didn’t know quite yet what I wanted, but I sure knew what I wouldn’t want.
“Don’t you dare to read my thoughts down here,” I said as I crawled onto the bed and laid my head onto his chest, my fingers caressing his hip and leg in long smooth motions. And, thankfully, he didn’t. He put his hand onto my head, smiled, and closed his eyes. I waited for what my gut feeling would want to do next... but there was nothing. This was all I needed, it seemed, and so we just laid there, me stroking his leg, and him running his fingers through my hair. For a moment, the memory of what we did back with Scarlet snapped into my head. I didn’t want that, that was not why I had summoned him here tonight. I wanted to feel him, obviously, but different, I think. I sighed and closed my eyes.
I didn’t know if I wanted him to react to that. He didn’t, though, and the small sting in me told me I would have liked at least a little acknowledgment that I then could have shot down myself. His chest was warm and comfortable, but he had neither a beating heart nor a steady breath that could lull me into sleep. When was the last time I tried to sleep? The last time I wasn’t either working or sitting on my fake throne, letting myself be tended to by some lowlife demons? I couldn’t remember, but this felt right. Kinda. Even if something was still missing.
Another sigh, that got ignored as well, even though it was a lot louder than the last one. I frowned. I did not bring him here to ignore me! 
“Ezekiel, tell me a story,” I ordered. Maybe that would help to relax a bit. But alas, still no reaction. With a scowl I looked up at him, and- 
He was sleeping. 
No wonder he didn’t react. To my surprise, that made me smile a bit. It was nice to see that I could give him this kind of security. And with a bit of fear, it dawned on me: Could it be that I was breaking my own rule number 2, just in this second? And if that was the case, shouldn’t I do something against it?
But I just closed my eyes again. I don’t remember exactly when I finally fell asleep. But it was faster and more comfortable than in the last couple hundred years, for sure.

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