A Superbabes Story brought to you by Axormin
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It was a cold, moonless night in Gotham, as admittedly most nights in Gotham were. It was still a winter chill in the air and a low fog on the ground… luckily, we were in the air… mostly.
Clip-Clop WHOOSH!
The horrifying THING dashed across the rooftops, her cloven hooves clacking across the building, before her leathery wings spread and she was off in the air again, letting the chill wind blast at her red skin as her long, pronged devil tail swished happily behind her as she landed on the next building.
Clip-Clop WHOOSH!
She was off again as the cold danced on her skin. Compared to the fiery pits, this, the frostbite-inducing breeze, was a relaxing AC breeze. Her leathery bat wings fluttered in the air as she landed on the next rooftop. Stretched her toned and athletic arms and breathed deeply in. Her huge breasts swelling as she sucked in the icy air and sighed contentedly as the smoggy fog rushed into her demonic lungs. "Ah…" she sighed, clawed hands on her shapely hips as her tail flicked behind her. "I love Gotham." She declared as slight gunfire echoed in the air, followed by terrified screams. "Just like home."
She strutted to the edge of the towering skyscraper she was currently perched on, squatting on her heels and posing sexily… she knew nobody was watching, it just came naturally to her. She closed her yellow eyes and SNIFFED the air.
Anger. Greed. Envy…
She frowned, then sat on the edge of the building, crossing her legs. She pouted and rested her chin on her clawed hand. Gotham was a cesspool of crime and villainy, catering to every vice under the sun, and festered with sin… just not HER sin, apparently… at least not enough to feed her. She could snack, sure, but it's not the same as a full meal.
…She could, of course, go to one particular spot in the city for that. But that purple-eyed monster was perfectly clear when she voiced her displeasure at her presence… and Demona would probably be more than happy to remove her from the premises… and while she could probably take her greedy sister in an all out demonic cat fight, which the Purple-eyed bitch would probably sell tickets too… what she COULDN'T handle was the powerful semi-freed Genie also in the employ of Superbabes.
So she went hunting for souls on her own… maybe if she was lucky, she'd find a priest to corrupt. Or a family man to seduce... or more than likely a teenager desperately peeping on his attractive neighbor… they were all boring, but she was getting hungry and didn't feel like going back to hell to drain her sex toys…
But her quest for Lust was low tonight… Too much Wrath, too much Greed… It was drowning out potential meals. Numena D'Arc got to her hooves and stretched her wings before diving off the building. Plunging down the skyscraper and WHOOSHING back to the air, her eyes wandered the ground as she sniffed again.
Then she froze, of course not from the cold air of the snow night but from the SCENT that suddenly wafted up her nostrils, she hovered in the air, and with another SNIFF she smiled. She got one. She dove into a nearby alleyway… and when she walked, her wings were gone, as was her tail. In its place was a glamorous blonde woman in a red fur coat that still exposed her massive breasts. She sniffed the air again, even as the passersby finally noticed her presence and stared at her seductive body unashamed. Even in the coat, which was only for show, her curves could still be seen.
The one who didn't see her, however, was one Nathanial 'Nathan' Crest, the man she was now following: He had short, wavy dark brown hair and matching eyes and wide-brim black glasses covering his striking, surprisingly striking face. He was 5'11" with a thin body but oddly wide hips and sturdy-looking legs, noticeable even under the heavy winter coat he wore as he walked from his cheap studio apartment. He was an Artist by trade, whatever that amounted to. He tried sculptures once upon a time, but now he dabbled in paints and canvas… unfortunately, like his sex life, his recent inspirations were lacking.
His former girlfriend had left him a few years ago, and ever since, his art and his love life have gone down. He hasn't managed to make a good work or art, or bust a good nut in THREE YEARS. His therapist says it's psychological… his breakup with his long-term girlfriend was so traumatic that it affected his work and his physiology… It would pass, his therapist said…
He needed a new therapist. Because that's been happening for three years, he was over his girlfriend breaking up with him, leaving him for a man who didn't live as an almost literal starving artist… yet his erection still hadn't returned, and his brush strokes were just as flaccid… his therapist said now that they've identified the problem, they can work on solving it… But he didn't see how… but if he couldn't solve his physical issues, he hoped to solve his artistic ones…
Numena didn't know the specifics of this poor soul's plight… but she knew he was sexually repressed and to a lust demon that was FINE WINE waiting to be uncorked. She could SMELL the age of his last bust, his seed swelling in his balls just waiting to be drained… and of course, corrupting him into a lustful soul would also be fun.
She continued following him, and he didn't even notice the beautiful blonde woman in red, too busy letting his eyes and mind wander ahead of him as he walked towards Gotham Bridge… Walking across it used to help clear his head; it hasn't worked so much lately, but old habits die hard, and artistic ones die slower…
He slogged through the snow as he got about a third of the way across the bridge, and paused… it stretched ahead of him for maybe a mile, and pass that the road stretched even longer off into the next closest city… which was arguably Metropolis depending on the direction… he stopped and gazed at the sky, he could see through the foggy, Gotham cloudy cover and saw the twinkling stars as he turned and leaned against the railing, looking over the edge towards the dark and cold waters below, briefly disturbed by a fishing trolly heading out towards the open sea…
There wasn't anything to fish in this river, just corpses or perhaps discarded guns. He wouldn't find much inspiration down there… so his gaze lifted back up to the sky and the twinkling stars. He stared up at them, unmoving, almost unblinking; he didn't even hear the beautiful woman standing just out of his peripheral vision. Quiet as the grave as she watched him, studied him… SNIFFED him… shivering with excited anticipation at the prospect of corrupting this artistic soul…
Creative Corruption was the best seasoning… Anyone can damn some common Gotham street thug, but get yourself a potential Da Vinci? That's something to brag about to the rest of the Circle. She waited for her moment; she could sense that it was coming soon, much like he would be when she was done with him. Nathan sighed, still staring at the sky for some sort of sign. Before finally, and sadly declaring. "…I don't think I'll find any inspiration tonight…"
"That's because you're looking in the wrong place." He visibly jolted as she spoke and suddenly leaned against the railing next to him, her back against it, and her long, wavy, blonde hair hanging behind her like a glittery curtain as she smiled. "If you're looking for inspiration. I'm right here." Nathan appropriately was at a loss for words as the beautiful blonde chuckled at her joke.
"I… what?" he asked as a smile stretched across her blood red lips and she pushed off the railing, her body stretching flexibly as she opened her coat, just a little, revealing her black cocktail dress underneath and her big breasts just waiting to explode out of it as he stared into her hypnotizing cleavage wondering where she came from and how had he missed her…
Because she was, in fact, quite inspiring in an almost unearthly way. She seemed to be a living embodiment of sexual fantasy, like some horny teen with incredible artistic skills managed to paint her, and she came to life.
"Inspiration…" she said, running her finger on his chest as she stared into his wide eyes, her own flickering with an unearthly light as she promptly, and subtly, drew a SMALL hex on him… it'll warm his body, and his loins, draw him closer to releasing all that sexual tension. "Me." She repeated, entrancing him with her eyes.
"I'm…" he paused, his eyes stared into hers, and he found that… he couldn't argue. She was breathtaking, and seductive… and he couldn't think.
"In desperate need of company!" she said excitedly, but it was like the whisper of a lover in the bedroom. Finishing her hex on his chest, her hands rubbed and caressed his body. She didn't break eye contact, but she seemed to memorize every inch of him as he did her…
At least around her chest area… it was hard to miss those.
"I… could use some company." He found himself saying, and his hands suddenly reached out and rested on her hips. Whether he was trying to pull her closer or push her away, it was hard to tell as not even he knew, but she smiled broadly… almost demonically so as she suddenly had her arms around his and poked his nose.
"Let's take this more private!" she whispered it, but the words echoed in his brain as if she shouted it, "…Unless you WANT me to inspire you right here?" Because she would fuck him right here. He might not survive… but she would.
"No, I… let's go back to my place." He found himself saying completely on his own will, unable to resist the beautiful woman pressing her huge tits against his arm.
"Oh, now there's a good idea!" she praised, filling him with warmth and excitement he hadn't felt in some time… it was boiling his blood AND his loins. He MIGHT have wondered how this random woman out of nowhere managed to do that. As he walked her back to his studio, he briefly wondered if she was some sort of lady of the evening… she was, but if she was looking for his money, he barely made enough to keep the cheap, leaky roof over his head… she was sniffing up the wrong tree. And she WAS sniffing…
It wasn't until they reached his door that he stopped. "…If you're looking for money, I'm afraid I don't have much." He said, but Numena just smiled, and then laughed melodiously; it was a beautiful sound… if not a bit ominous.
"Oh… I don't do this for the money." She pushed him up against the door, and her long demonic tongue slipped from her mouth and flicked across her lips as he stared at it in aroused awe. "I do it because it's FUN." She whispered sensually, before his door magically swung open behind him. She shoved him easily into the studio loft, the door slamming shut behind them, her huge breasts pressed against his chest as her coat fell away to the floor behind her. She kept pushing him deeper into the studio and towards his futon bed like she already knew where it was…
Their bodies knocked aside his blank canvas and easel, as the futon hit the back of his legs, and she shoved him onto his back. "Ah!?" her gazed up at her as she stood in her black dress, her fingers reaching up to the spaghetti straps as she snipped them off, they were conjured clothes she could tear them away if she wanted to. The dress fell away like a reveal curtain. He adjusted his glasses over his brown eyes and gazed up at her breasts, practically eclipsing her face as she stood with pride at her body.
Glamoured or not, she WAS all natural.
"Mmn! Hmm-hmm…" she chuckled seductively, her hands sliding over her toned stomach and then over her tits, lifting her big, round, and firm breasts up, and dropping them as they jiggled back into position. "Mmmn…"
"Aren't we…" he began, thinking that they were moving a little too fast, but then she dropped to her knees off the bed and grabbed at his pants. She yanked away and let his 7 and a half inch flaccid cock free. She didn't even flinch as she leaned forward and ran her long tongue across his hairy balls, and up his cock as he groaned… for the first time in three years… he felt a tingle. And not just from the woman licking away at his cock like it was a popsicle.
"Ha-ha-ha!" Her breath was hot, steaming against his shaft as her tongue danced and wiggled on his flaccid shaft, practically writing cursive in saliva all over his genitals as she pressed her lips to it. "Mwah! Mwah…" she laughed delightedly at the look of bliss on his face as she played his cock like a literal skin flute. "Mmn!" sliding and smearing red lipstick all over him before pulling her lips to his tip and starting to SUCK. "Mmgh! Mmgh!"
She deepthroated him over and over as he moaned, shivering at the foreign sensation of a blowjob. His Ex-girlfriend never did it for him, and this woman was going straight to dick sucking like it was a particular treat she liked to indulge in.
And because she was a Lust Demon… it was.
"Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!!" she closed her eyes, chuckling around his member as she sucked and sucked and sucked… and sucked… "Mmn…?" and she opened her eyes, what must have been 10? Maybe 20 minutes later, from the constant oral sex… her tongue spiraling around his cock, slipping from his lips to salivate on his balls. She planted her face in his crotch and finally opened her eyes… they were as cold as the snow outside his window. With a loud, raucous slurp, she pulled her lips up his cock until she popped off it with an even louder POP. "Ah…" she sighed, tongue lolling from her mouth and tickling the tip as he groaned, shaking in pleasure as she licked her teeth and, with a rather BITTER tone in her voice. "How are you not HARD?" she declared almost spitefully, as if his lack of an erection was a directed insult.
"…Well, that's a long story."
"It's not a long story. It's not even a long cock." She declared before standing up, turning around, and slamming her perfect ass on his lap and grinding it on his cock as he groaned again, but she barely felt a wiggle! He was clearly turned on, but why was he so damn flaccid?! "Get Hard, curse you!" she ordered as he groaned.
"It's a little more complicated than that." He said, admiring her perfect ass rolling on his flaccid junk, his balls rubbing against her crotch as she snarled.
"It's NOT." She snarled, "I can SMELL the semen in your hairy BALLS, you want to release it! Release it! Get erect and shoot your filthy human seed!" She bent over, shaking her ass on his lap as she felt his flaccid junk flopping between her backside… only for her to stand up. Turn around and grab his shirt, yanking him upright and glaring into his eyes before shoving his face into her chest.
"MMGh!?"
"HUMANS." She snapped bitterly, "Always making things more complicated than they need to be." She said spitefully, "You're clearly aroused. I made sure of that." She said, trying to suffocate him with her cleavage. "FINE. I'm too hungry to care." She shoved him away as he gasped for breath, groaning at the lack of titty hugs as she stood up. The corner of her lips twitched, and posing sultrily, she MOANED as her wings shot from her back, stretching majestically as he stared in awe at them in a mixture of fear and arousal… and a shiver when down his body as her legs transformed into furry chaps, her feet shrunk into cloven hooves, her body turned a coppery red, her blue eyes turned into a glowing yellow, her golden blonde hair shifted into a shiny tar black, and a long pronged devil tail flicked out behind her as her horns curled out of her forehead. "MMMn!" she growled, licking her fangs with her long-forked tongue. "What do you think, human?" she twirled elegantly on one hoof. "SEXY enough for you?"
Nathan stared at her, then flopped backward onto the bed. Fainting outright. Numena blinked and snarled. "Are you BUGGERING kidding me?!" She grabbed his shirt again, lifting him up and shaking him to no response. "You fainted? FAINTED?! Do you have any idea how many fetishes I represent?!" She threw him back on the bed and stared down at him. "There are thousands of nerds who would KILL each other in my name to have sex with me like this!" she snapped bitterly and stared down at the fainted Nathan… and he STILL wasn't hard!
That tears it… this was just insulting. All that repressed sexual energy, and he doesn't even TRY to get hard for her? Well, she can't let that stand. She has been insulted as a Demon of Lust and an unbelievably hot piece of FUCKABLE red ass!
She grabbed his hips and yanked him further toward the edge of the bed, grabbing his legs she lifted them up and open, exposing his ass to her as she opened her mouth and let her tongue GROW from it, the forked tip slithering and twitching as she chuckled ominously… nearly two feet in length now from her mouth, a horrific but still arousing sight, it slithered over his legs and thighs, down his balls and finally stabbed into the rim of his ass, before plunging and filling his insides with her slippery tongue…
"Ugh…" Nathan moaned as Numena got closer and closer, and now tongue kissed deep into his bowels as her slithering serpent tongue began thrashing and spiraling inside him, rampaging against his prostate as he moaned and shivered reflexively as the sensation of a two-foot-long DEMON tongue ravaged inside his ass. As she stimulated his prostate, his cock, miraculously, began to rise. Twitching erectly higher and higher, up towards the ceiling as she salivated and licked inside him. Her red lips left a hot print of presence around his anal rim as she sucked on his hole like she was passionately kissing his mouth… as opposed to his filthy human ASS.
"MMn! Mmmgh!" tongue fucking and thrashing against his prostate with an incomparable french-kissing rimjob the likes of which he would've imagined no earthly woman could achieve, she finally broke his cock's stubborn refusal to stand erect. But that's not all she did… she moaned and hummed ancient words in a dead language directly up his ass as her forked tongue picked a spot in his intestines and began to 'write' on the inside lining with her forked tip.
Unlike her hex, which would have worn off… this was a curse. And a spiteful one at that. Marking him deep inside her tongue cast a spell on him, before coiling up and literally knocking against his prostate like she was a Superbabe making a delivery.
"AHaah!" he suddenly gasped, and with a shiver, his cock suddenly exploded, "Ahah!" he gasped again as his 'wet dream' jolted him awake, his eyes popped open. He glanced down at his raised legs and, more importantly, his spurting cock, as his ass quivered on SOMEONE's tongue. "Oh! Oooh! My god…"
"No god HERE, boy." She declared articulately, even with her cock shoved up his ass, she spoke with clear dictation as her tongue vibrated inside him, her hex already working again as his cock tried to go limp only to reverberate back to full erection as he groaned. "There is only Numena." She rose up from beneath his legs as he stared in horror and awe once more at the CREATURE with her tongue deep in his ass. "And you will NEVER forget me." She whispered as her tongue began rolling, curling, and shivering inside him as he actually SQUEAKED like a terrified mouse, but gasped in pleasure as her oral skills sent a new sensation through him. Her breasts pressed against his ass as her tongue delved between them and up his ass.
"Aah! Aah! Mmgh!" he gazed down, amazed at how much he was enjoying it, his cock shivering erectly, ready to burst once again after literal years of inactivity, only for her to grab his cock and squeeze. "NNGh!"
"You'll release your seed when I wish it, BOY." She hissed with a menacing twinkling in her yellow eyes as he howled for it, shaking and clawing at the futon, his legs flopped over, trying somehow to fend off her tongue fucking only for her hands to hold them in place with demonic strength, releasing his cock as she slammed her tongue against his prostate again, squirming and writhing like a pissed off serpent inside him.
"Aaah!!" his cock spurted up like a geyser as she ripped her tongue from his ass, and began running it over his sticky balls, his cock, licking up his cum as she wrapped it completely around his cock and started JERKING it, soon pulling it away as it wiggled erectly and she got to her hooves. Stepping one hooved foot onto his futon, then the other, seductively getting onto the bed as he shivered… two nuts in a row after years of forced abstinence was tiring. "Hah. Haa…" he breathed heavily, shaking as if frozen but gazing up at the literal hot devil before him as she slowly squatted down over his cock, and sliding him into her pussy as her pronged tail flicked maliciously behind her. Her long tongue shrank back into her mouth, but not before flicking over her nipples.
"Don't disappoint me again, MORTAL." She snarled before swinging her hips up and down, HARD.
"Aaah! Aah!" he gasped at the literal otherworldly feeling around his cock as her insides clung to his sensitive dick. Swinging her body up and down, hands clawing his chest as the hex from earlier glowed upon him, but he didn't, and couldn't see it. But her claws lightly scratched his skin as he shivered in pleasure, his toes curling as his hands feebly slapped at her waist, then rose to her bouncing chest, and groaning at how GOOD they felt in his hands.
"Aha! Ha! Aaah…" Numena's wings stretched behind her: a vision of horrific lust and beautiful desire as she writhed on top of his cock, pulsating and throbbing deep inside her as he began mechanically bucking his hips, the hex driving him forward, building his desire as he slammed up into her body. She laughed maliciously. Pinning him down and riding him harder and faster, leaning towards his face, her tongue coiling on his cheek and flicking away his glasses. "You're quite handsome for a MORTAL." She hissed venomously in his face as her ass bounced on his lap. "Shame you're so PATHETIC." She sat upright again, swinging her black hair out of her face and pushing her breasts into his hands. "Use my body! Remember it! You are MINE. You belong to ME now!"
It was a cold, blood-chilling declaration… but the way she said it, the hiss and the purr… it fell more like an affectionate declaration of love. At least to the poor artist, she was fucking… But Numena had no more care for mortal affection than a teenager might care about the used tissues they discard after a good, hard WANK. Nathan was nothing more than a meal and another conquest to add to her collection of damned souls… and now that she cursed him, that was almost guaranteed at this point.
He was young, he was relatively handsome… given enough time and determination, he could've escaped her lustful grasp by simply resisting his lust… but the curse she marked him with will make sure he'll do whatever he can for pleasure, guaranteeing her claim and condemning him to the Circle of Lust.
That Curse, to simplify it, made it so he will never be satisfied with 'vanilla' sex… he'll need a woman of HER caliber, her depravity, no pitiful virgin dame, or even some low-level street walker will be able to satiate his newfound urges… which was mostly ass eating.
Contrary to popular belief, it's pretty hard to find a woman who would do that.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! ha! Aaah!" she laughed and slammed her hips down upon him, rolling them slowly as the cruelty of her curse turned her on like a flick of a light switch. "MMmgh!" clawing at her red skin, tingling her flesh and her big red tits as she licked her lips hungrily. Nathan moaned weakly, pawing at her body as she leaned over and caressed his face, feeling his seed rush into her magically protected womb. "Ha ha…" she licked her lips again as her eyes sparkled with dark, malicious intent, and she stood up. "MMMGH!" stretching she turned around and sat back down on his lap, catching his cock between her ass cheeks as she rolled her hips on him.
"Ugh… uggh…"
"Do you want more? You horny BEAST?" she purred, as her hands slid down between her furry legs and hooked her fingers in his ass, poking his prostate and getting his cock hard again between her cheeks. "Don't answer." She declared as her tail flicked against his face. The pronged, leathery tip was smooth on his skin, oddly like a warm cloth. "Your opinion isn't really needed." She declared before standing up, spreading her ass and SLIDING him into it. "MMGh!!" Her stomach was filled with warmth, and her hunger was decreasing as she began fluttering her wings, lifting her up, only to slam her back down on his cock over and over as he howled in pleasure, feeling her tight ass clinging to his meat as she soon lifted HIM with her wings.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!" he grabbed at her waist, holding TIGHTLY to her curvy body as she laughed louder and faster, the futon bouncing and creaking under them as he roared his desperate cry of release, but she wasn't done.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" her warmly caressing pronged-tipped tail suddenly shot under his neck, wrapped around, and hooked on itself, squeezing TIGHTLY as he gasped for air and she lifted him up from the futon, squeezing him TIGHTER and harder as he clawed at her body, desperate for air as she laughed. "You love this!" she declared proudly, "Depraved little beast!" she laughed happily as she asphyxiated him, feeling him groaning and pawing at her body with a mixture of desperation and lust… just how she liked it, riding him harder, squeezing his throat tighter… Nearly choking him to death…
Key word being NEARLY… he's no good to her dead NOW. She needs to let that lustful interest build up. Nathan, to his credit… wasn't thinking about what depraved and sexual things he may or may not do in the future… he was more concerned with getting off now.
Even on the edge of strangulation… Nathan desperately tried to get off in Numena's tight, demonic ass, clapping and rippling against his hips as he hung by her strong tail, eyes rolling up into his head, shaking in orgasm as his tongue lolled and Numena SHRIEKED in demonic bliss as her orgasm hit her hard and her ass hit him harder. Slamming onto his lap and feeling his seed squirting into her ass as she literally choked it out of him…
FWUMP.
Nathan hit the bed HARD, twitching with a smile on his face and cum all over his crotch as Numena stood up, moaning happily as she rubbed her beautiful body. "Hells BELLS…" she chuckled, "…That was the GOOD stuff." Her ass was sticky, but Nathan's crotch was stickier. She strutted away and found his depressingly tiny shower before wasting a good deal of his water, rinsing off, and getting out. She hummed sensually, before magically dressing herself back in the dress, repairing the straps as her wings vanished and her form changed back into her blonde glamor.
As if lifted by invisible hands, the red coat rose from the floor and draped over her back as she promptly conjured a purse. "Hmm-hmmm-hmmn." She hummed, searching inside and frowning as she tossed out some junk, an empty candy tin, a Superbabes card, a condom wrapper? Why did she even have that? She didn't use condoms. Before finally producing red lipstick and her compact mirror.
She could magic it on, but it didn't feel the same as applying makeup herself. "Mwah…" she finished with her lips in the floating compact mirror, smiled, and with an almost dismissive glance at the sticky, unconscious Nathan, she smirked confidently, "See you around, little mortal…" she added in an ominous tone before leaving him to clean up his mess…
How long was he unconscious? An hour? Two? Nathan twitched and gasped for air like he hadn't been breathing properly through the entirety of it. He sat up and blinked dazedly around before finally feeling the bed and finding his glasses, putting them on his face. "…Oh my god." He breathed, glancing down at the sticky mess on his crotch. "…Did I have a wet dream?"
He stared for an awkwardly long time, as he tried to remember the dream… visions of something horrific but beautiful flashed in his throbbing head, and he groaned… rubbing it uncertainly as he shook off the pain and stood up… for the first time, in a long time… he felt oddly confident. Motivated… AND he had an erection…
He stared at his ramshackle apartment, and the mess left on his floor, before going over to his canvas and easel, picking it up and staring at it… he paused, then almost manically he rushed and grabbed his painting palette and brush… no longer the hardest thing in the room. Like he was possessed by the thing he was painting, his brush flashed across the canvas like never before, stroke of copper red here, tar black there… he finished it almost in record time. Staring at the beautiful red demoness, he put to canvas…
…Somehow he knew. Deep down… This was going to be a HIT. He needed to call his agent immediately. But first, maybe he should shower and put his pants back on. As he reached down to grab it, he paused, noticing a business card… he picked it up.
"Superbabes Special Delivery Service. We Deliver." Stamped over a very attractive lounging Wonder Woman… his cock twitched slightly as he stared, and he slipped the card into his pants pocket… he'll think about it later. Right now, he was full of joy, inspiration…
And surprisingly. Semen.
End