She felt herself being torn apart, and raised her hands to her head in anguish, completely confused. Then suddenly she began to tear at her clothes, furiously peeling off her sweater and blouse.
"No! No!" she cried, "I don't want to be afraid. I will submit! I will surrender! Yeesssss!"
Tears streamed down Marion's cheeks as she slipped off her shoes, stockings and skirt. She stood dressed only in her bra and panties, feeling totally ashamed and terrified.
"Dance, dance," Raoul exclaimed, his eyes roving lustily over her voluptuous body.
As Marion began a hesitant, halting imitation of wild, lewd dance, Raoul could feel his cock spring to life with excitement. He had grown tired of Lorraine, he knew every inch of her body and was bored with it. He needed new flesh, new bodies to explore, and this ravishing young blonde was just the ticket.
Damn, he thought, look at those huge breasts. They're so big they're almost falling out of that bra of hers. And that body!
He watched her as she danced, watched her buttocks quiver and her skin shimmy. Her skin was so fair that it seemed to glow against the dark blue of the velvet. Her smooth, slender legs reminded him of a beautiful, frisky mare. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of her soft, creamy body; he wanted to explore every crevice of her furry, hot little pussy that he knew was nestled snugly in those stupid nylon panties. He moved toward her, fondling himself absently as he did, keeping himself in a perpetual state of excitement, something he particularly liked to do. He enjoyed feeling at all times poised on the brink of orgasm, or on the verge of a huge hard-on.
As he approached her, Marion stopped, terrified. He appeared like a vision to her, a young satyr-God running his hands obscenely over his genitals, his eyes glazed and burning, his body sleek with the sweat from the effort of dancing. She could smell the heady odor of his sharp, foreign cologne, mixed with the almost narcotic muskiness that flowed from his body. Her vision was becoming rapidly more blurry and Raoul looked increasingly to her like a dream figure. Dazed, as if this were all happening to another person, she could feel him unhooking her bra. Her breasts suddenly leaped free of their tight enclosure, and the rush of air felt cool and exciting. It made her shiver – made her nipples grow hard and pointy. Her mind's eye watched Raoul bend down and begin to suck and bite on her hard, rubbery nipples, and as he did, little waves of delight slid through her body. His hands were rubbing up and down her hips, smooth and wet from her own nervous perspiration; she felt herself come alive with excitement. It was as if she had been put into a pleasant, semi-conscious state. Everything seemed to be happening from afar, like a wonderful movie. Her fear and doubt seemed to be banished by the euphoric spell that had come over her.
Raoul worked his lips and mouth over every soft, resilient inch of her firm and shapely breasts, relishing in this new young body that was giving in to him. His lips and teeth closed around one of the hard buds of her breasts and he pulled at it obscenely, biting it slightly.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Marion sighed unconsciously, feeling ripples of pleasure surge through her breasts and a maddening tingle grab at her vagina. "Oooohhhhhh…"
So, Raoul thought, this blonde Aphrodite is mine already! She's the easiest one yet! And young, too, only about eighteen.
He began to work his way down the front of her tingling, trembling body. His hotly slavering tongue licked over the smooth, quivering, planes of her stomach, and slid along the lush surface of her mobile young body with relish and abandon.
His tongue felt the curly golden tendrils of her pubic hair as he worked his way down towards her pussy. His fingers reached up and locked in the tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties. Then slowly he peeled the panties down over her sleek legs, exciting her so that the skin of her legs twitched in response.
Marion remembered with revulsion the harsh way her husband Eddie had torn her panties from her body the night before. The excitement this young man called Raoul was inciting in her flesh by his slow, teasing removal of her lingerie reinforced her complete surrender to this bizarre demi-God.
"Ooooohhhhh," she sighed, "that feels so good."
"Hail Vallus," Raoul whispered as he slipped the limp nylon bikini over her tapered, slender feet.
"Yessss… yes…" Marion mewled, carried away with the excitement of this newfound Master she could worship; Vallus, half-man, half-cat… God of the Night Creatures… from Sumeria… centuries and centuries ago… She felt herself being lowered to the thickly carpeted floor of the worship chamber and it seemed as if she were floating… was it Raoul who was lowering her, were there others? She couldn't tell, everything seemed to be so far away, and she felt so happy… sooooo happy!
Raoul gently lowered her body down to the floor and then positioned himself over her so that his mouth was directly in front of the tender fleshy slit hidden beneath her blonde, curly muff. The pungent female scent that wafted up to his nose increased his eroticism every part of his body tingled and yearned for release. It was as if an aching, violent storm were gathering and about to explode with full fury inside his rigidly tensed body. As he slid his tongue into the wet, warm flesh of her pussy, his hugely aching ramrod became iron-hard and pulsed with excitement.
"Ooooohhhhhhh…" Marion cried as she felt his hotly probing tongue run teasingly the entire length of her naked vaginal slit. She had never felt such excitement in her life! Even her husband Ed, who was very active in his sexual responses, had never excited her like this before! She could feel every inch of her sexual entrance seemingly magnified a hundred times as this demi-God's wild tongue ran wetly down towards her puckery vaginal hole. She felt the rough top surface and sleek underside of his licking tongue as it moved tormentingly up and down over her sensitive pussy flesh. She was lost in the feelings it was giving her; her body felt warm and radiant and there were hot little sparks of desire flying to every inch of her skin. She floated light as a feather, and soon something else began to take hold of her – another deeper feeling that Raoul was calling up to her that no one had ever aroused before. It was strangely dark and lascivious, with more than a hint of corruption.
But how could that be, she thought suddenly, isn't this supposed to be a purifying experience? Her mind exploded with panic for a moment; suddenly she was terrified that she was committing a vile deed under the guise of something good. What, after all, if Raoul were a complete fraud; what if all of this were some horrible, evil trap.
"Hail Vallus!" Raoul suddenly screamed, lifting his head from her steaming pussy. "Hail Vallus!"
The shouted cry washed over her like a cloud of smoke.
"Hail Vallus!" she cried, "Yesss! Yeeeeessssss!! Yeeeeeeeesssss!!"
She was caught, submerged again in the compelling enchantment of Raoul and the Sign of Vallus. She sank into complete abandon spreading her legs wide to his expertly probing tongue, shoving her hips lewdly forward to crush her yearning pussy lips hard against Raoul's madly licking tongue.
And Raoul, consumed with lust, rammed his oral rod deeply up into her vaginal canal.
"Aaaaaieeeeee!" she cried as she felt his hot tongue lashing and whirling inside her undulating cunt.
Raoul felt his sperm-laden balls shudder and quake with desire as he reached his hand down to his pulsing straining penis and began to jerk wildly at it. He felt about to be carried involuntarily forward on a tidal wave of wild, crashing orgasm. As his tongue rammed deeply into Marion's heaving, shuddering pussy, Raoul felt her female juices begin to flow thickly around his substitute cock as the pretty blonde's climax was about to begin.