Sephalla, My Nightmare, Ch. 7

 

Chapter 7: Hellfire and Horniness

 

When I come to, I’m in not in Seph’s affectionate embrace.

Not, in fact, close to her at all. Her bed is comfy, but the beautiful nightmare is pacing, muttering something to herself. When I lift my head she stops, blushes, swallows a rapidly-formed lump in her throat.

‘We need to talk,’ Sephalla says. ‘About us. About what just happened.’

What just happened? Well, my belly is still quite full of her creamy load, and I can still taste the demonic deliciousness of that dick, but…Seph does not look happy. At all. In fact, I’ve never seen her so concerned. Not even earlier today, when she was so set that all was doomed. More concerned than the time when it seemed she was going to be in pretty serious trouble for having her diary get around.

This newfound concern is its own beast, a worry not before shown.

I sit myself upright, feeling refreshed, if a little paunchier than I should be. ‘What’s up? Did something happen?’

Sephalla the Magnificent, in her gothic-punk chic attire, fishnets and black jeans shorts, and a tight-fitting t-shirt, gives me a look of complete vulnerability. A look that almost pleads for help, for assurance, though she’s not yet managed to state the problem. Words are, so often, harder than the faces we pull.

‘I fucked up,’ Seph says. ‘Bad. Well, kind of, I guess it depends.’

‘On what?’

‘How, um, long were you planning to live?’

The question hits strangely, because it has multiple facets. On first viewing, it’s just weird. Like who asks that kind of thing? I’ve never thought about how long I’d like to live, what the big plan is – being eighteen is luxurious like that – and so on the surface, it takes me back a bit, throws me into my thoughts.

But then it gets darker, a sudden rollercoaster drop, vertically inclined. Because if Seph is asking this, and looking concerned, then maybe she’s done something. Or forgot something, and is only now remembering.

Like, I don’t know…maybe demon-horse cum is toxic?

And that thought has me passingly gaze at my slight belly bulge, imagining horn-tipped little demon tadpoles doing something evil inside me. It really did feel, after all, like her jism was doing something to my soul, as well as my stomach.

‘Have you poisoned me? Am I going to die?’

Seph winces, grits her pretty teeth, black lips hinting at pearly fangs. ‘Um…about that?’

Oh no. Oh shit no.

‘How long do I have, dude?’

She runs a hand through that living blue fire, knocking the emo fringe portion aside. ‘So if I’ve done what I think I have – and my Dad’s on his way home now – then…potentially forever?’

The mental picture of what to do in my last minutes or hours or days or weeks is suddenly shelled from orbit, rendered into a wasteland, a picture of endlessness. Plains, wild and untamed, stretching on some sunlit expanse to every horizon and yet surely going far beyond any limits imaginable.

For-ev-er.

Forever. Eternally. Endlessly. Infinitely. A concept, a series of concepts, that the human brain – dealing with lifetimes, decades, simple things that mean nothing in geological timescales – simply can’t sink its cognitive teeth into.

‘Forever? Why would I…?’

Her wince deepens, and Sephalla glances away. ‘Um, I might have put a little bit too much of me into that load I fed you? And I really hope you like the way my hair looks, and can think up some good explanation, because your eyes are kind of…fire-blue, now.’

I scramble to free my phone, turning the camera onto selfie mode. Staring at my face, familiar, yet with something utterly novel about it. That my pupils are ringed by blue-flame sclera, the previous greens swallowed by that infernal light. Not like Seph’s hair, to be exact, but almost similar to her coal-seam eyes. Vaguely demonic, to say the least.

‘What’s happened, dude? What did you do?’

She crosses her arms against her breasts and leans back against the wall, just inside her bedroom door. ‘So…if a nightmare – demons generally, but I can only speak about myself – mates with a non-demon, we’ve got this trick we do. This thing to ensure that the situation remains to our liking. Because it’d fucking suck to want someone so bad and yet know that, one way or another, they’re going to die. Which means that–’

‘Wait, you think getting your dick sucked is mating? And you just go around turning a load of mortals into immortals?’

‘No,’ Seph says. She sighs, shuts her eyes. ‘Just the ones we really, really like. The ones we think we’re going to…going to keep around.’

I blush a little, at the meaning, if not the evasiveness of her word choice. No wonder it felt like her sperm were doing something to my soul. They were, in fact. But at the same time, given all of Seph’s misgivings and difficulties between us, I can understand why she’s being so coy about the whole thing.

Forever is a lovely idea, albeit a bit quick to leap onto.

‘Does it cost you anything?’ I say, putting my phone back. ‘I haven’t become a problem?’

She sighs again, a little louder. ‘No, Jake. It’s my bad. The only thing you might cost me here is a bit of pride, if this falls through, like I’m pretty sure it will.’

I slip to the edge of the bed, momentarily marvelling at the height of it. The drop to the ground is a lot more than I’d expect it to be, so I sit myself there on the precipice, legs dangling, feet a metre off the floor.

Sephalla’s cheeks are flush, her eyes aflutter. Beautiful as always, shy as she can sometimes be, especially around me, and especially when the topic of conversation is our feelings and the way things are going.

‘Do you want to talk some more about that? To vent your worries?’

Her mood softens, and she smiles. ‘Don’t be so soft, loser. I’m just being silly, is all.’

‘I just don’t want you to think that you can’t discuss these things with me, okay?’

Seph nods. ‘I get you. It’s fine. Honest.’

I pat the bed beside me. ‘Cuddles?’

She rolls her coal-seam eyes. ‘Jake, what did I say about being soft–’

The front door goes, and a man – Seph’s Dad – calls up. Sounding fairly urgent, if anything, as though there’s some disaster in motion. Though Sephalla herself, at the least, seems that much calmer with the initial burst of worry having passed.

‘We’d best go and do this,’ she says. To my surprise, Seph offers me a hand. ‘Come on, dude. Dad can explain it way better than I’ve done.’

I take her hand and she eases me onto the floor, but doesn’t let go. Her fingers are delicate, the whole appendage womanly and gentle, but bigger than my hand to the point of engulfing mine entirely within its warm and silky embrace. When I glance up at my nightmare, she blushes, and smilingly glances away.

We go downstairs, and meet the man himself. Seph’s Dad, a larger and male version of herself, sits us with him in the lounge. Despite appearances, he’s much what she claimed him to be. Calm, scientific, soft on humans. And the older, wiser nightmare goes through the whole process, collects the important details – with the sensual specifics left out – and then grows quiet and thoughtful for a time.

‘Could I speak with Jake alone, sweetie?’ Seph’s Dad says. To hear anyone call Sephalla “sweetie” provokes a smirk that I do my utmost to restrain. I don’t think either of them see it.

‘Sure thing, Daddy,’ Sephalla says. She gives me a quick look, a thing of raised eyebrows, and then goes to the door. ‘Don’t be too hard on him.’

‘Not a worry, Sephy. He’ll be fine.’

Sephy? Fucking Sephy!?! A little strained sound escapes me, the urge to laugh growing too great. First encounter with the Father Magnificent and I’m already loaded with firepower to taunt my lovely nightmare with until the ends of the earth.

Fucking Sephy!

And she, oh so wise, gives me a sharp and playful glare as she shuts the door on the lounge. Thus leaving me at the mercy of her, on first inspection, pleasant-seeming father. A whole foot taller than she is, distinctly male, but possessing a similar look. Plenty of piercings, a kind of punk-goth vibe to him.

‘Good to meet you, Jake,’ Seph’s Dad says. ‘Not in the most optimal of circumstances – I’ve had to rush home from work – but even so, I’ve been asking after you for a while. Sephy’s not had a real boyfriend before.’

A while? Because today was…I wonder how long this has meant something to Sephalla, in that case? I need to ask her about it later. It’s cute, but ever so slightly the kind of thing that, were I doing it, she’d label in bold capitals as “SAD.”

I smile, because at least that lets some of the humour vent away. ‘Uh, th-ank you, sir.’

‘You can just call me Mira.’

‘Mira?’

‘Miradonis the Pristine, technically, but…nightmare titles are a silly, antiquated thing.’ He waves his hand, dismisses the idea, sits himself back into the chair. ‘So I’ve never done this, but we might as well start with the obvious. What are your intentions with my little girl?’

I blush, glance away. ‘Uh, well, I think she’s the one with the intentions, nine times in ten. At least, that’s how this started.’

Mira snorts. ‘That’s my daughter. But the point remains, because judging by your eyes Sephy’s taken a real liking to you, which means you need to seriously consider what you’re doing here.’

What I’m doing here? I barely know what I’m doing in general.

‘Look, Mira, I really like Seph, but–’

‘But you don’t want to be stuck with someone forever,’ he says, cutting me off. ‘Is that right?’

I shake my head. ‘It’s not that. It’s more…I get the impression that she’s not really so keen.’

‘You got this idea before or after she gave you a degree of immortality?’

‘Look, man, it’s more complex than that,’ I say. ‘Seph has a lot of doubts, doubts about us, doubts about how long-term this can be. I really, really like your daughter. She’s everything I’ve wanted in another person, but I don’t want to lock myself into something that she doesn’t want.’

He strokes his chin, the long equid face much like Sephalla’s but its strong jaw ends in a living blue-flame goatee. It raises questions about how that “hair” works, but they’ll have to wait for another time. The older nightmare – though in truth, looking twenty-five at the most – twists his mouth and looks beyond me, out of the window.

‘Sephy’s mother might’ve had an impact on that,’ he says, at length. ‘Nightmares, as with demons generally, have this propensity for what you might think of as a kind of omni-attraction, in that they find all manner of traits attractive, species non-specific. And Seph’s mother, ultimately, chose someone else over us. Because other species do tend towards a preference for their own, or those like them.’

Sephalla’s odd concern, that I’d choose an elf over her, suddenly makes a deal more sense.

‘She thinks I’ll pick someone humanoid, or more human-like?’

‘You’d have to ask her, if she’s willing to talk about it, but I’d imagine so.’ Mira nods, smiles wanly. ‘I loved Sephalla’s mother – she’s a dryad, if you could believe it – but Vydeleth fell for an elven prince when Seph was about ten. She’s not been in touch since. I’ve tried to be the best father I can be, even tried to find myself a suitable partner to fill that gap in affection, but Sephy won’t have any of it. She’s a bit jilted, and a bit of a loner, as a result.’

As if I’d pick a fucking boring elf over the statuesque nightmare.

‘You rushed home to tell me this?’

He chuckles, a little warmer. ‘Sephy sounded worried, Jake. And I don’t blame her, because the whole immortality thing is tricky. Some of us have many lovers, and some of us don’t. But if she’s like me – and from all I know of my princess, she is – then she’s in the latter category, and mates for life, if you will.

‘You’re at a kind of crossroads right now, because if you keep spending time with my daughter, that fire in you will grow to the point that it can’t be snuffed out. And that ties you to her Sephalla, to the extent that she might never want to love again.’ Mira frowns, not so much at me as at the difficulties that led to this being a concern. ‘Honestly, Jake, if you’re not fully into her, you should probably end things. Because that force that connects the pair of you is only going to grow deeper, and if you walk away, it’s Sephy who’s going to have to deal with the consequences.’

He leaves me with that thought. I find Seph in the garden, watching the horizon, evening slowly trickling in. Beautiful colours, at the very edge of the world.

‘I’d never pick an elf over you,’ I say, sitting myself beside her. She doesn’t resist when I lean in, inhaling the delicate smokiness of her magical nature, and the sweet fruitiness of her body wash and perfume. ‘Honestly, dude, I don’t think I’d pick anyone in the world over you.’

‘You’ve not met everyone,’ Sephalla says, sighing. ‘What if there’s someone better for you? Someone who didn’t, I don’t know, rape you at the start of things?’

‘You realise that in life we’ll always run into people who are better in some things, and worse in others, right? But if you spend your waking hours trying to find perfect, you’ll miss out on all the people who are just short of the mark.’

She slowly puts an arm around my shoulders. ‘That’s not exactly romantic, loser.’

‘Romance hides certain truths, Seph. Like the fact that, at its base, relationships are a lot of work. Two people – or at least, that’s all I can manage – trying to get themselves to fit together like mismatched puzzle pieces.’ She begins stroking my hair as I speak, and I snuggle into her side. ‘Demons don’t really see species, your Dad said.’

‘Well, if he said so, then it must be so. But does it matter?’

‘I see species,’ I say. ‘And I like tall flame-maned futanaris with huge horse dicks and cute smiles.’

Seph flicks my ear. ‘All right, settle down, softie. Save some compliments for later, jeez.’

‘You love me, don’t you?’

She sighs. ‘Do we have to talk about this?’

‘Don’t I deserve an answer?’

‘You do,’ Sephalla says. ‘And yeah, I guess I do.’

‘You guess?’

She growls, effortlessly hauls me up onto her lap. My legs swing over the edge to the side of her thick thighs, and even sat atop her I’m much smaller. Dwarfed by her wonderful dimensions, all womanly and statuesque.

‘It’s hard, okay? To have a parent just go is kind of…it’s like you’re not all that great, Jake. Like this one person who’s meant to love you unconditionally, for who you are, can so easily drop you.’ She draws me close, smothering me with her curves, her enormous breasts. Sephalla rests her chin atop my scalp, strokes my arms with languorous affection. ‘How can I be all that great, worthy of your attention, if my own mother bailed on me? You see what I mean?’

I kind of burrow into her, all that warmth and lovely smoky-sweetness engulfing me. ‘I never knew my Dad, man. He was worthless. Some rich guy who disappeared the moment he left my Mum. Hell, maybe I have my own thing here. Maybe it’s why I’m still around, knowing how badly this started. What kind of a weirdo falls for his bully?’

Seph kisses my head. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be,’ I say, throwing my arms around her hips as best I can. ‘We can’t change the past, but we can go forwards, right? Together. And…well, given what I’ve learned today, forever, if you want. But I know that I want you, Sephalla the Magnificent, and all my doubts and worries stem from yours.’ Her breasts, in the moment, aren’t sexual, but comforting. The boobs of my favourite person, a pillow for my lucky head. ‘I really would be a total loser if I picked an elf over you. I’d be insane!’

She embraces me so tightly it feels like my lungs might rupture. ‘If we’re both weird, maybe this might work. And we’re both clearly strange, right?’

I chuckle. ‘Yeah. Bonkers. But not the bad kind. At least, not anymore.’

Sephalla leans backwards, and I meet her coal-seam gaze. Perfection, in the form of an equid-faced demoness, hair blue and aflame, regal horns curving backwards out from her temples. A cute horse-like muzzle, glossy black nostrils and full dark lips, lacquered in the deepest shade of purple.

And she’s blushing. All red-cheeked. Just for me.

‘Do you wanna test something, man?’ she says.

‘What?’

‘So that hellfire in you? It kind of does something else, as well.’ Her blush grows richer, cuter. ‘Because if I don’t want to, for instance, I don’t have to stop. Nightmares – demons generally – have a lot of control over their junk, y’know?’

‘So like, I might be able to last longer?’

She shakes her head. ‘That’s more practise, honestly. No, I’m thinking more like…being able to keep going past cumming. Again, and again, and again.’

‘What…what are you thinking?’

Sephalla the Magnificent, my dark queen, my nightmare, leans her muzzled lips close to my ear. ‘Ever eaten horse pussy before? Ever shot your load into a demon’s snatch?’ As I tremble, growing instantly stiff, she chuckles. ‘Who am I kidding? Loser like you, Jake? Of course not. But…maybe I’m feeling charitable.’

‘Okay, but you’ve got to taste my sperm first. I want to see my good girl with a mouthful of her master.’

And beneath me, Seph’s cock urgently throbs. Well, that’s an answer, isn’t it?

‘Fuck you,’ she says. ‘If you’re going to be “Master”, then I want to be “Mistress” when we switch back.’

‘Well that’s hot as fuck, why wouldn’t you be?’

She nuzzles my cheek. ‘Fine. You win…Master.’

Oh God. Oh shit. Oh man.

‘Piggieback?’ I say.

Sephalla kisses my cheek. ‘Anything for you, my Master.’

 

It’s something wonderful, mind-blowing, to have her sit me on the edge of the bed. To have this tall, statuesque, unearthly beautiful creature kneel for me, this nightmare, this stacked to hell and back gorgeous thing with her equid charm and blue-flame hair and R-cup breasts and an arse that could crush a man kneel for me, but she does it.

Sephalla the Magnificent, my former bully, my girlfriend, rests back on her calves and smiles up at me, patient and cock-tinglingly obedient.

‘What do you want me to do, Master?’ she says.

Master. It’s just a word, just a play, just a pretend thing, but it’s the auditory equivalent of a blowjob. Which is, of course, just what she’s going to give me. ‘Be a good girl and get my cock out,’ I say. ‘You’re going to put that pretty mouth to good use, cumslut.’

And it’s the most remarkable thing, to say such a phrase – intrinsically degrading, in the wrong context actively malicious – and watch as this towering inferno that previously bullied me blushes, eyelids fluttering anxiously, as a pervasive shyness creeps across her lovely and beautiful mind.

‘Your cumslut only exists to service your body, Master.’ Sephalla smiles, in the process making clear that this is in fact a mask, alluring though it may be. ‘Am I going to taste your sperm, Master? If I do a good job?’

‘If you do a good job, yes. But you can’t swallow until I say so.’

Seph reaches for my crotch, both hands engulfing the bulge therein. ‘Of course, Master. I’ll be such a good girl. I’ll do everything that you tell me to.’

The Amazonian nightmare unzips my fly, moving with barely-restrained eagerness. There’s a twitch to her hands as they work, large yet beautiful, strong yet delicate. A twitch that suggests, in no uncertain terms, that she wants to do this much faster than she feels as though she should. Because, like the good girl she’s being, Seph knows that this is about me, and to rush things would only make them about her.

‘Good girl,’ I say, reaching for her muzzled face. Cupping her beneath her jaw, stroking the silken softness of her finely-furred body. ‘My good and beautiful nightmare.’

Seph’s coal-seam eyes flutter, flare, and she trembles. ‘Is that how you see me, Master?’ she says, taking my cock into her wonderful hands. Such heat of her body, so engulfing the large fingers and velvety fur. ‘Your nightmare?’

‘Because you are.’ I smirk, run my fingers up behind her ear, and tickle her. ‘You’re my nightmare, Sephalla. You belong to me.’

Another shiver through her. ‘I like the possessiveness. I really like it.’

I take a grip on one of her horns, the dark spike of elegance pleasingly hot to the touch. ‘I don’t mean to break character, but…we lucked out, huh?’

Seph chuckles sweetly. ‘Yeah, loser. We lucked out.’

I urge, and she obeys. My nightmare presses her head against my belly and kisses, then smooches my exposed patch of neat brown pubes. My grip on her horn is largely irrelevant, but it adds at least the semblance of control as she gently parts my legs and runs her lips down below my cock, burying her cute dark nostrils into the sag of my balls.

‘These seem a bit bigger, Master,’ Seph says. ‘Denser, at least.’ She rubs her muzzled face side to side, bouncing my nuts against her darkly lustrous snout. ‘I hope I can do a good enough job, because I really want your seed.’

God, that’s one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard. We really are right for each other, two kink-laden perverts who can embrace our sluttiest selves together. I doubt it’s even possible for Sephalla to do a bad job at this point, to do anything other than make my day, but even so…this roleplay goes both ways.

‘You’ll have to try especially hard, my good little nightmare.’ I yank on her horn, though even passively her strength is such that her head remains still. ‘Suck on them. Make sure they’re ready to deliver your special spermy treat.’

The nightmare licks her lips and quickly says, ‘Thank you, Master,’ before taking my loins into the welcome wetness of her mouth. Her teeth faintly brush against them, only to be hidden by her voluptuous lips, though in passing the brief ticklishness of those pretty fangs is perversely interesting upon my most delicate and vulnerable male parts.

At no point do those coal-seam eyes leave mine as she sucks in her cheeks, a benefit of her long equid face and our relative disparity in sizes. The delicious demoness releases my dick and fondles my thighs and hips, leaving my shaft to throb against the smooth darkness of her muzzle’s tip. Inside her mouth, that tongue-stud works wonders, a firm point of solid heat amongst silky slickness, adding vulgar variety to the mixture of movements.

‘Oh shit,’ I say, leaning back against the bed. Seph holds me steady, large strong hands easily providing a comfortable rest for my weight. ‘That mouth is fucking superb.’

‘Mhm.’

Schlup goes her sucking cheeks, gripping lips. Schlup. Schlap. The sonorous sordid sound of a precursor to climactic copulation, only instead of mating her properly I’m going to have the luxury of using that beautiful face as a cocksleeve.

God, Sephalla really is magnificent. Her blue-flame hair plays about my fingers, cool to the touch yet tingling where it dances around my skin as I stroke the top of her head between her horns and ears. Her tongue is a thing of perfect penis-pleasing possibilities, swirling around my nuts and wholly engulfing them as her cheeks stir up their contents, some wonderfully wicked hunger to her efforts, its stud only enhancing its glory where it brushes and bumps against my balls.

I pat her head, and grin down at her. ‘You look best on your knees. My good girl. My nightmare.’

Her eyes flutter, cheeks grow redder. It’s a mad sight, to behold Seph pleasing me in such a fashion. To recall how this all began, to realise that the same bully who mistreated me so is now working hungrily to ensure I feed her my sperm.

My human genes on her inhuman tastebuds. What a wonderful thought.

‘Master,’ she says, giving my balls a loving smooch as she releases them from that infernal mouth, ‘might I…can I suck, please?’

I take hold of both her horns, smirking. Smug as hell. ‘Go on then. Be a good girl.’

‘Thank you, Master!’

She moves ravenously now, no hint of languorous reservation remaining. Sephalla practically swallows my cock in a single motion, sending it into a place of sheerest softest sloppiest glory.

Splack. Schlap.

‘Ugh. Holy shit.’

Seph chuckles with a face full of my dick, the reverberations only enhancing the joy she’s giving me. Cheeks sucked in, tongue muscular and magnanimous in its motions, she’s like a vacuum. Hungry as hell, practically tugging on my soul. Her lips are so full and tight, her mouth so wet, so hot.

She doesn’t have to deepthroat me to get the requisite level of tightness. It’s like the rules are different, in the mouth of the demon-horse girl. An orifice that is theoretically fairly large, given her muzzled face and our relative sizes, is in fact surprisingly small. Not that my dick is minuscule – for a human, that is – but her mouth is insanely gripping.

‘Good girl,’ I say, stroking her horns. ‘Best fucking girl.’

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Sephalla bobs her head, but only a little. Her full lips press around the base of my shaft, nostrils brushing against my pubes. She flicks out the tip of her broad inhuman tongue, teasing at the tops of my balls. That metal stud tickles, its pointed solidity ever so exciting in breaking up the endless softness. And all the while our eyes meet, her coal-seam gaze a thing of sweet beauty, happiness and lust dialled up to eleven in the way she gazes up at me.

‘My nightmare. God, I love you.’

A mistake, in the heat of the moment? Seph pauses, blinks at me. For such a dangerous, intimidating, supernaturally potent creature, she can somehow manage such an intensity of shyness. Is she waiting for something? An apology, or…?

‘I mean it,’ I say, running fingers through her flaming mane. ‘I adore you. You’re my nightmare, and I don’t say that lightly.’

She flutters her eyes at me, and begins sucking anew, moaning around my cock. ‘Mhm.’

‘You don’t have to worry, okay? I’m not going anywhere. We had a weird start, but–ugh–fuck it! We’ll go on wonderfully.’

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Sephalla suddenly withdraws, smirking slickly. ‘Stop being a loser and be mean, Jake! Boss me around, yank on my horns. Anything beyond this sickly-sweet bullshit, jeez.’

And maybe before, her saying that would worry me. Provoke some low-level concern that I’ve upset her. But it’s pretty clear, the truth of it. The way her eyes smile, even though she’s smirking all mischievous and bratty.

So I take a firm grip on her horns, and urge. ‘Suck my fucking dick you cumslut,’ I say, and as strong as the nightmare is, she lets me control her movements. My cock pierces her lips, finding that damp depraved metal-studded tongue. ‘Take my fucking–guh–cum, you filthy demon cocksucker.’

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Seph loves it. Fucking adores it. Her cheeks are red as sin and her eyes are wide with excitement, looking up at me with the cutest nervousness. She squeezes her lips around my cock as I urge her up and down it, using her beautiful equid face like a sleeve for my dick, a pocket-pussy mouth-hole.

I hold tightly onto her horns, urging with reckless abandon, not a care for anything but to use that slutty mouth for what nature clearly intended it. The nightmare slurps and sucks, hungry for my seed, eager to drain my balls onto that sexy succubus tongue of hers. God, the thought is beautiful.

It must excite her, too, given how she looks at me. The nervousness as my cock swells and strains against her lips, within her cheeks. The undeniable presence of my balls, definitely heavier than usual, bouncing up against her chin on every downwards urging. A soft thup thup thup resulting from the pleasing sway-slap of my loins against her face.

‘Fucking–ugh–take it, you bitch,’ I say, groaning, gritting my teeth. ‘My own personal–ughn–cumdump, aren’t you? This mouth is fucking mine. This whole body is–ugh–shit–’

Holy fuck, it’s a big one.

I glance down and Seph’s eyes are fluttering, awash with something like perverse panic. She blushes darkly, glances away, but I shake my head and tut. ‘No, cumslut. Look at Master. Look–ughn–at me while I claim that tongue.’

With sensual reluctance, she gazes up at me. Coal-seams aflame, burning especially bright, mind behind them aswirl with lust. Especially beautiful in this moment, all the more so for knowing that my human spooge is splattering out across her demonic tastebuds.

‘Mhm.’ Seph moans, and sucks, urging my balls to spill every last drop of their contents. She moves her tongue about eagerly, swishing my seed about, and my extra-productive nuts continue to unload dense shot after dense shot. ‘Mhm-hm.’

‘Don’t swallow.’ I wince, dig my fingers into her horns. ‘I want to–ugh–see what I’ve given you.’

Schlup. Slurp.

‘Mhm.’ She kind of nods, as best as someone with a mouthful of cock can manage.

‘Good girl,’ I say, patting her head. ‘My good little nightmare.’

Seph moans, groans, vibrating around my dick as she extracts the last dregs from my length. Sucking, slurping, bobbing her head a little, ensuring that the entirety of my load ends up deposited on her tongue. And damn, it feels so fucking good. Feels like I’m being thoroughly milked, every last spurt pulled out.

I tremble as she draws her head backwards, taking her sweet time to slide those tightly-gripping lips up my shaft, wringing out any stragglers. Sephalla smiles sloppily at me, looking perversely proud of herself as she sits back on her calves, tilting her head back to provide a particularly tantalising view.

Those full voluptuous lips part, linked together by strings of sticky spit and precum. And behind those pearly white teeth, completely covering her beautiful tongue, is the heaviest load I’ve ever shot. Like a couple of tablespoons of jism, completely painting over the natural colour of her tastebuds. The only thing that stands out is that stud, a point of silver among the white, tremor-inducingly erotic to behold.

‘Good girl,’ I say, releasing her horns. I put my hands behind me for support and grin, an idiot and a king of kings all at once. ‘Savour me. Chew it up. Show me again.’

Seph winks, playfulness soaring as a counterweight to the sultry shyness. She shuts her lips and smiles, nods at me, begins to visibly churn my nut-butter around her mouth, putting on quite the show in the process. A show for me. All for me.

It’s going to take work, learning how to dominate her. Because – and maybe it’s youth, maybe it’s my stupid teenage head – I can’t help but feel sheer giddiness, an overwhelming sense of dumb victoriousness.

To see this beautiful, stacked-to-all-hells nightmare girl rolling my cum around her mouth, just for me, is something impossibly perfect.

But it’s real, all the same.

All the better when she opens her lips again and the stuff has spread, forming thick creamy ropes against her teeth, strings connecting her tongue and the roof of her mouth. If hellfire’s done this, if I can shoot bigger loads, then fuck yes.

‘Good girl. Put it where it belongs.’

I shiver a little, watching her throat bob. Up and down, a faint gulp gulp emanating forth, the frisky finale of her first act of true oral service. I shiver all the more when she extends her cum-cleansed tongue to me, its silver stud shining clean, those coal-seam eyes caught between my own and a flickering urge to attend to my cock.

‘You’re still hard, Master,’ Seph says. ‘Would you like another?’

What a thought. But I pat the bed. ‘Up here, cumslut. You’ve been such a good girl that I want to reward you. On all fours, now.’

Sephalla blushes deeply. ‘Master…’

‘You can’t offer demon-horse pussy and then take it back, slut. You do what I say, don’t you?’

Her eyelids flutter. ‘I do what you say, Master. I’m your good little nightmare.’

Even that makes me shudder in contentment. Jesus, I love this.

I pat the bed again. ‘Come up, then. On all fours for me.’

 

It’s one of the greatest sights of my life, to behold Sephalla on all fours.

That prominent rear facing me, her blue-flame tail twitching slightly with excitement. Her jeans shorts hide little, tight against the fat contours of those buttocks that are each larger than my head.

Shy again, she glances back at me, eyes aflare. ‘Master…do I meet your approval?’

‘Push off your shorts, and we’ll see, slut.’

Seph chews on her lips and reaches down to her waist, at no point lifting her head from the bed. Even when she uses both hands to push into her waistband, she keeps her face down, her arse up. And when the jeans shorts are down around her knees, forcing them tighter together than is ideal, I can’t help but smile at the view.

Beneath the puckered dark ring of her arsehole, wedged between those sublimely plump cheeks, Sephalla’s coochie is magnificent.

It’s funny, how vaguely human it is. Her cock is so distinctly different, but her pussy? I had heard that female horses are more similar to humans in terms of genitals than you might expect. Such is the case with Seph here, with her dark and meaty puffy outer lips – the whole thing has a kind of swollen aspect to it, in fact – encroaching on the indigo inner folds, which are prominent and enticing in their illusory looseness. And at the bottom – from my point of view, that is – lies a thick pearl, just before her dangling sextet of bloated balls.

‘Holy shit.’

She chuckles. ‘I guess that’s an answer. At least we don’t have to worry about you liking my lady bits anymore.’

I shuffle forwards, speechless. Taking hold of a fat curve of her bottom, squeezing into the velvety cushioning heft of her womanly form, I run the fingers of my free hand up against her most precious of places. The heat of her body is intense, the humidity practically makes my skin sticky just from proximity.

‘Master?’ she says, and I meet Sephalla’s fluttering eyes. ‘What’s my reward?’

I can’t help but lick my lips. The potency of her womanhood, at once smoky and sweet, tingles my nostrils. Makes my cock, already hard, sore with need. The primal need to mount her, but something else, first. Her reward, though it feels like mine.

‘Keep your head down,’ I say, taking hold of both her cheeks. ‘And just enjoy it, my good little nightmare.’

She shakes, quivers, as I lower my head, my breath tickling her exposed sex. Her body is so large that I’m vaguely worried by the size of her snatch, if only for the sake of pleasing her properly. It looks ungodly tight, sure, but…it’s meant for much bigger things that what I’ve got.

Play the dom. Worry later. Play the dom. Worry later.

God, I’m salivating at the thought of tasting her pussy. Tasting a fucking demon-horse. I move in close, nose practically wedged into her dark donut, lips brushing the fiercely throbbing outer lips of her cooch. They immediately begin to drool, a continuous stickiness that leaks from deep within her.

Schlep. The sound my tongue makes as I trace it down her opening, nose growing clogged with her fertile stink, my dick threatening to pop from her scent alone. Holy shit, this is incredible. Her body is divinely infernal, a thing of such sensuality. The most beautiful body in the world, it must be.

And her taste…

‘Mhm. Woah.’

Sephalla quivers, whimpers. ‘Master…um…about that place…’

‘What?’

‘It’s for you, obviously, but…’

‘Speak fucking plainly, cumslut!’

She hangs her head, shudders. ‘Nobody’s been there.’

I chuckle nervously. Okay, well, that’s hot. I’m claiming her, in a sense. But then, at the same time, she’s claiming me. ‘And I’ve never been in a pussy, so we’ll trade, won’t we?’

Her tail does a cute dance, flicking around. ‘Yes, Master. We’ll trade.’

I want to kiss and suckle and chew on those meaty lips but I have to pause. To break character, just for a moment. ‘Seph…are you sure my dick’s going to be big enough? You look really tight and amazing but–’

‘Demons are different,’ Sephalla says, voice all sweet and reassuring. ‘You know how, um, when you suck me, you can take like three-foot of cock in you, even though if you stuffed three feet of anything else into your throat, it’d probably puncture your stomach and organs and, well, kill you from bleeding out slowly and painfully?’

I blink a little quickly, smirk. ‘Graphic, but yes, I understand basic anatomy. Go on.’

She flicks her tail, cool blue fire, right across my face. Ticklish more than anything. ‘Don’t be cheeky, I’m trying to teach!’ Another flutter of flame, and she adds, ‘It works the same with my pussy. I can basically make it the ideal tightness for whatever goes in there. Obviously only you, Master, but…we can experiment. All the way from titan snatch to sylvan gnome, if you want.’

‘Sylvan gnome sounds good.’

Sephalla chuckles, tries to restrain herself, snorts. ‘Okay, sure. Fuck it. Cock-breaker horse cunt, coming right up. But…eat up a little first? Pretty please, Master?’

I kiss her on that beautiful pair of lips, touching on the gorgeous indigo inner slickness. ‘Of course, my good little nightmare. You’ve been such a good girl, after all.’

‘Thank you, M-aster.’

Schlup. Schlep. Mlep.

‘Mhm.’

‘Jeez, man,’ Seph says, groaning. A powerful quake rocks her body, cheeks clenching against my gripping hands. ‘That’s um, a bit new.’

Delicious. Fucking divinely delicious. Smoky syrup coating my tongue, a little ashen almost in the best of ways. Like charred sugar. Not a hint of salt or bitterness or anything else, a distinctly arcane flavour where her cum at least has some vague quality to it that suggests something closer to mortal spooge.

‘Mhm.’ Schlup. Mlup. ‘Mhm-hm.’

‘Fuck. Tha-nk you, Master. Oh shit, thank you.’

Her folds welcome me, swallow my tongue. Latch onto my tastebuds and squeeze, strain, the heat a thing of sublime glory. I find myself readjusting, going flat on my stomach, snogging her snatch with interest both to the inner and outer puffiness. Now and again she trembles, splattering my face with her nectar. Such a lustful, carnal thing.

I want to do this more, want to keep going, but…

‘I can’t, cumslut,’ I say, quickly pulling myself up. ‘I need this. Badly.’

‘Master,’ Seph says, glancing back, at once demure and sultry. ‘I’m…I’m yours to take. To claim. To, um…if you wanted, uh…’

Of course, I know what she means to say. What she intends.

To breed.

And does she mean it, really, truly? I’m eighteen. I’m a kid, for all intents, and so is she. There’s something at once so vital in that notion, and yet at odds with sanity and logic. No. Can’t. Mustn’t.

‘Seph…’

‘It’s okay,’ she says. ‘Another thing I can do is control when my ovaries release eggs. When my womb accepts sperm into it. There’s no risk, it’s just me being, um, well, a filthy fucking pervert.’

I stroke her backside. ‘I love that about you, man. But I cannot be having kids. Not now. I’d be screwed.’

Those coal-seams, eyeing me up, pair with a chewing of her lip. ‘It’d be years, you know? Like three and a half. That’s the gestation period.’

‘You’re joking, right? What if we’re not together then? Shit, earlier today you thought–’

‘Call it punishment for the way I treated you,’ Seph says. ‘Call it whatever. If you tell me to open my womb and release an egg, I’ll do it. And if in three and a half years, I have to deal with the kid by myself – Dad’ll help, I’ll be fine – then…then take what’s yours, Jake. Put me in my place.’

She’s mad. Mad hot and just, well, a little too insane. And in raw, perverse horniness, I agree with her. Not with the reasoning as such, but the lust that it’s layered upon. That this is Sephalla the Magnificent, the girl who bullied me, defenceless hopeless human me. And I could, today, here and now, fertilise her. Make her fat with a foal, a human-nightmare hybrid. Claim her, truly and totally.

‘Do you…do you really want my kid?’

Her whole body trembles. ‘Y-eah. Kinda bad. Even if just to serve me right. Even if just because of how fucking hot the idea is. Being bred. Being impregnated.’

‘But the consequences, man.’

‘Dude, it’d be a demon. It’d be fine. No matter what you do.’

‘You aren’t.’

Her eyelids flutter. ‘What?’

‘You aren’t fine, Seph. You don’t want to be abandoned. Strong and cool and immortal you might be, but your Mum hurt you. You’ve got scars in your head.’

She shudders, hides her eyes from me. ‘I wouldn’t abandon it.’

I stroke her hips. ‘Neither would I.’

Her tail flicks excitedly. ‘You…you can’t promise that.’

‘Dude, with you, with what we’re doing, at this rate I’ll be immortal. We’re obviously mad compatible sex-wise, right?’ I chuckle, needing to fuck her and needing to point at that big cabinet of games, and the one full of comics. ‘Shit, you’ve got great taste in stuff, too. And you are, beneath all that darkness, really fucking lovely.’

‘Jake, stop being fucking sad, and breed your fucking fertile slutty nightmare bully.’

‘Fine. Fuck it.’

I line up, and thrust into her, and the world explodes. Not just for me, either.

Sephalla sucks in a heavy breath and whines, arching her back and straining all over. She lifts her head and grunts, staring at the wall. Her tail goes wild, her mane seems to flare brighter. And my cock might as well be melting, because the way her womanhood bites down on it, sucks on it with lustrous hunger, makes it feel as though it’s no longer part of this world.

Ascended, instead, to the realm of infernal demon-horse coochie.

‘Mother of Christ,’ I say, almost drooling.

What the fuck is this? Shit, I’m surprised, utterly amazed, that I don’t just instantly blow my load. It’s like her snatch is full of tentacles, lurking behind the velvety walls of her womanhood. Pulsating and writhing, slurping and sucking, actively servicing my dick even though I’m not moving. To move might be too much, in this brain-frying moment. Even my grip on her buttocks softens, fingers floating above her finely furred derriere.

‘Aah. Fuck,’ Seph says, writhing, straining. ‘J-ake…Master…ughn.’

She’s cumming, instantly. Pussy juices spray and splatter my crotch, and I’ve not even started to thrust. The tightness goes both ways, right? Her coochie is trying to eat my dick and at the same time, those inviting folds are full of pleasure receptors, responding in kind, learning the shape of the first cock to enter her and really fucking enjoying it.

I grit my teeth, resist the urge to blow. ‘I’m not–ugh–going–guh–anywhere.’

The first thrust almost topples me, and drives her down against the bed. Sephalla shudders, orgasm perpetuated, and somehow I find the strength to hold on. This needs to go just right, needs to utterly break her, in the best of ways.

‘I fucking–ugh–love you, Sephalla,’ I say, hilting myself. Schick-schlick. Schlick-schlick. Our bodies, finally merging. Her pussy, my prick, each worshipping the other. ‘I’m not–gruh–going–ughn–anywhere.’

It takes all the strength in the world, as my nuts bounce against her slick folds, to hold back what feels the largest ejaculation of my life thus far. Bigger, even, than I fed her mouth. Because this one, it really feels like – from the fucking heart – is a breeder. My body, my balls, know their animal purpose. Know what this deed is, made all the more obvious for the staggering horniness coursing through me, only aided by the hellfire in my soul.

‘Stop being–aah–a loser, Jake. Take what’s–mhm–rightfully–ugh–yours.’

‘I fucking will.’ I take hold of her hips, dig into the fatty curves. God, she’s so fucking fertile, isn’t she? Wide, child-bearing hips. A body built for this. My perfect fucking nightmare, my slut, my love, and…the future mother of my children. ‘I’ll take you. And keep you. And never fucking let you go.’

Schlick-schlick. Schlick-schlick. In-out, slippery and sloppy, a feast for the ears. The sonorous suction of her slobbering snatch as it devours me, as it craves what I can give it, what only a cock can feed it. Schlick-schlick. Schlick-schlick. That animal appetite, desperate, starved.

‘Y-ou d-on’t mean th-at.’

‘I fucking do,’ I say, ramming, thrusting, slamming. Thup-thwap-thup go my balls, bouncing away. ‘So bad. I want you. Just you. Forever. For me. So be mine.’

‘Y-ou…you promise?’ Sephalla looks back at me, at once shyer and bolder than ever. ‘You–aah–you really promise?’

Digging my hands into her hips, I nod frantically. ‘On my life. On the–ugh–lives of my family. Belong to me, Sephalla. Forever. Starting today. And I’ll–guh–belong to you, as well.’

There’s this faint pulse that runs through her, something supernatural. It makes me shiver, threatens to empty my balls in an instant. To wholly drain me of every last eagerly excitable egg-claiming sperm.

‘Jake…it’s open. I’m ready.’

I hilt myself, accepting this fate. This future. I want Sephalla for myself. My nightmare.

We both reach some pinnacle of orgasms at the very same moment, one world ending and another, shared, following in its wake. Her body sucks down on my length, a succubus force that wants, needs, every last bit of my reproductive DNA. And what must, augmented as I am with a delicious dose of her hellfire-infused cum, be billions of human sperm spray forth into the inhuman womanhood of the demon-horse.

Swimming, urgently, for that abyssal egg in her open womb. Human genes conquering an inhuman body, laying claim to it. Mine, now. Mine. The mother of my child. The first of many, because there’s no way I’m giving up this creature.

‘Get pregnant,’ I say, trembling, pulsing, spewing shot after shot of seed into her. ‘Get fucking fat with my foal, you slutty horse. Ughn.’

‘Y-es, Master. Breed me. Mhm!’

I squeeze her flesh, knead it, gyrate my hips. ‘God, if those tits get even–ugh–fatter…’

‘They w-ill, Master. And my milk will be–aah–delicious.’

It’ll be fine. All will be well. We’re young and this is doubtlessly a little stupid, but…this isn’t a normal relationship anyway. Most people I’ve known aren’t so naturally compatible. Not like we are. Never like we are.

I’ll make sure it works out.

‘I get–ughn–first dibs,’ I say, leaning atop her. Relaxing against her back, reaching beneath her to grope at those tremendous breasts. My fingers sink into them, into their yielding plushness. ‘You’re mine, Seph. Forever. My fucking–guh–broodmare.’

‘Yes, Master. Y-es.’

As our shared climax begins to fade, my balls thoroughly drained of what must be an inhuman load, I come to my senses. And, it looks like, so does Seph. But, blessedly, neither of us are panicking. Horniness, overwhelming the stable simplicity of sanity, won out. She gives me a nervous look, and I must look fairly anxious myself.

‘Did we just…?’

Sephalla nods. ‘Yeah. We did.’

I smile. ‘Do you want to cuddle, Mummy?’

She chews on her lower lip. ‘You want me to call you Daddy, is that it?’ Seph shakes her head. ‘I can’t. But we can cuddle.’

‘It’s okay. I’m happy with just the one-way thing, when you breastfeed me.’

Her blush is intense, resplendent. ‘Jeez, Jake.’

‘What?’

‘You might not–’

‘What did I say, Seph?’

She nods slowly. ‘Yeah. Forever.’

I knead her breasts. ‘Forever. And I want to keep you pregnant, besides.’

‘You’re fucking dirty, dude.’

‘And you’re built for breeding, what of it?’

She twists about and easily yanks me out of her, bringing our eyes level, side by side atop the duvet. ‘I…I struggle with this, man.’

‘It’s okay.’ I cup her muzzled face, stroking its beautiful contours. ‘Say the words when you can. Or keep calling me a loser, given that I know what it means.’

‘You do?’

I nod. ‘Sure. Hard not to. After all, you did just have me impregnate you.’

Her throat bobs, and she shudders. ‘Yeah, and I’m pretty sure it took, too.’ Seph glances down, eyeing her body suspiciously. ‘Jeez, man. I got way too horny.’

I kiss her mouth, taste that sweetness. Her tongue meets mine, stud a pleasing point of metallic fire amidst the slick muscular motions. And our eyes, locked, share a deep affection. Something incredible, beyond my wildest fantasies.

‘I love you, Seph.’

‘Yeah.’ She rolls her eyes. ‘Loser.’

And she brings me close with her arms, snuggling me into her chest. Welcome against her, warm and strangely safe, against the powerful demonic form of my bully. Content, if needing to process just what we’ve done. Just what cannot be undone.

A day of firsts.

‘We can go again as soon as you’re ready,’ Sephalla says. ‘I’ve never cum so hard, like ever.’

‘Me neither. Nor so much.’

‘You really wanted to knock me up, huh?’

I kiss her chest, snuggle against those R-cup cushions, each larger than my head. The best pillows in the world. ‘Badly. You’re going to look hot as fuck, fat with my foal.’

She strokes my hair. ‘Loser. My fucking sexy little loser.’

Sephalla kisses my head, and a sense of profound rightness descends upon things. That today might well be the best day of my life.

At least…so far.