Reign of the Demon Queen
Reign of the Demon Queen
I jumped out of my skin. I practically had a heart attack. Whipping my head around I saw Reyna standing right behind me, peering over my shoulder as she suddenly gripped my arm. Of course, my hammering heart thundered even harder at the identity of my accoster.
She must have followed me back here. Under cover of the running water she'd entered, closed the door (and taken the time to wedge one of those chairs under the knob I saw with an even more cataclysmic shock) and crept up behind me as I relieved myself. Now she took her time evaluating my manhood before smirking superiorly at me.
"Not bad, White Trash. Stupidly circumcised, but it'll do until I'm done with it. Don't tell me you mind me looking now - not after the way you've been staring at me all night. Tell me your name and age boy. And your ancestry. And don't you dare put that thing away!"
Still monumentally stunned I stood there stammering with my crank hanging out as this gorgeous older woman I'd been lusting after since I first laid eyes on her used her hard grip on my arm to turn me about facing her.
"I...I...I'm Gerald Tompkins and I'm twenty-two. My ancestors were German, Irish, Danish, and a few more. " Somehow I dredged up the requisite courtesy. "And you?"
"My name is unpronounceable. I go by Reyna these days. And I have no ancestors or age." A guttural if indefinable hint of accent in her voice lent an eerie credence to these outrageous claims. "No more questions now! Speak only when you're ordered to, mutt!"
Contemptuously dictatorial, Reyna was arrogant allure and unbridled sexual aggression personified. She was female superiority and omnipotent authority embodied before me. Everything about her - appearance, outfit and attitude - appealed compulsorily to some innately submissive predisposition heretofore only suspected in my timid psyche. It was like I'd been waiting for such a dominant creature to claim me my entire life. Already lost, with a full moon leering into this gloomy room as midnight approached on All Hallows' Eve I felt a superstitious shiver shudder through me. Still standing uncomfortably (if thrillingly) close, looming two inches taller in her biker's boots this darkly desirable beauty scantily clad all in leather and steel scowled challengingly down at me as she blatantly invaded my personal space.
Nestled in the hollow of her throat a silver-and-sable Iron Cross hung from a black silk choker. Seen up close those glittering little pitchforks dangling from her earlobes were revealed to have just three tines each ending in keenly barbed points. These were not farmer's tools but the tridents of a demon! As I watched entranced those unbelievably lush red lips parted right at the level of my eyes. A narrow, tapered tongue like that of a lizard slipped slowly out and over them, rendering them glistening wet before withdrawing. I was left looking at sharp incisors and big pointed canines gleaming whitely in the moonlight. The latter were longer than the former, bringing fleeting fancies of vampires to mind. But the breath that washed over me was scented not with blood but expensive Scotch whiskey. In a sultry tone belied by the predatory set of her posture and the hungry shine in her eyes this dreadfully sexy femme fatale interrogated me.
"Tell me, young Gerald, my mixed-breed child. Are you dressed all in white like an angel or a virgin bride because that's what you are? Are you deliciously good and pure, inexperienced and innocent? Could you possibly be as tasty as you look to me?"
Not sure how to respond to this I hesitated a moment. But without even breaking eye contact Reyna's finger found my penis. Gently she stroked up and down its already swelling length. She used an exquisitely sharp nail to tickle the sensitive junction of nerves just below the questing tip. This part of me responded instinctively, swiftly stiffening into a painful