LADY DEATH / PURGATORI

Leashed Goddesses

by PJ

 

"This is a great house, Mr. Rothchild!" smiled Desiree widely, stepping across the front door's threshold in her scarlet stiletto heels.

"Thank you, my dear," acknowledged Allan Rothchild, holding the door of his townhouse open for the second whore, a quiet young woman who called herself Candy.

"Please follow me to the cellar," bade Allan, motioning for the two whores to walk after him down a long, wood-paneled corridor after he had closed and locked the front door behind Candy.

"What'cha got down there, whips and chains?" giggled Desiree, flouncing her blonde curls over her shoulders and smacking loudly on her bubblegum.

"Not quite," smiled Allan, striding through the passageway, opening a door to the right and descending a spiral stair of gray stone.

The two slim whores climbed carefully down the steep stairs in their high heels. A golden light appeared at the bottom of the stairwell, the women emerged into a square room lined with wine racks, a large space had been cleared in the center of the cellar.

The golden light emanated from black candles set at the five points of a crimson pentagram. The red sigil seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the room was very warm, Desiree's white skin felt flushed across her lovely face as she stared wide-eyed at the symbol on the stone floor.

"You're not going to cut us, are you, Mister?" asked Candy abruptly, breaking the heavy silence. "I've been in some of these cult rituals before, it'll cost you another five hundred if you want to draw blood from me."

"Cut..cut us?" shivered Desiree, hugging her taut stomach.

"No, I've already consecrated the circle with my own blood, I need you two to strip and kneel inside the pentagram," replied Allan, removing his jacket to replace it with a long, black velvet robe.

"He..he's not going to fuck us?" whispered Desiree to Candy while she untied her snug red blouse.

"He still might," shrugged Candy, her small, ivory breasts gleaming in the candlelight as she tugged down her black hotpants.

Desiree eyed the glowing pentagram warily while she finished stripping off her street clothes. The whore felt strangely shy, she draped one slender arm over her heavy breasts and covered her golden-furred pussy with her free palm. She entered the pulsating symbol with Candy, who seemed comfortable with the john's request. Candy knelt smoothly in the center of the burning pentagram, she guided Desiree to her knees so they faced each other.

"Kiss and fondle each other," instructed Allan, his brown eyes scanning through an open book. "Get each other hot."

Desiree was watching Allan skim from page to page until Candy took her chin and turned her face so that the two women were eye to eye. Candy smiled softly and leaned forward, she brushed her lips over Desiree's, her small, stiff, pink nipples rubbing against Desiree's large, dark brown tit nubs.

Normally Desiree wasn't into lesbian sex, except when a customer was willing to pay extra, but the heat in the room seemed to inflame the blonde whore's lust, she returned Candy's kiss, devouring the smaller, brunette girl's tender lips, forcing her tongue into the willing young whore's yielding mouth. As they kissed passionately, Desiree cupped Candy's small right breast, she squeezed and fondled the soft mound, then pinched the tiny pink nipple between two slim fingers. Candy moaned into Desiree's mouth, then she buried her face in Desiree's thick, perfumed, golden hair while the aroused woman licked down her pale neck, fingers crushing her little tit.

"Now both of you reach between your legs and finger yourselves."

The two aroused whores eagerly dropped hands to their crotches and began stroking their swollen pussies, their bare asses rolling as they masturbated for Allan's pleasure. Allan watched them for a little while, then nodded in satisfaction when drops of moisture started falling from the women's inflamed cunts, gathering in little pools between their trembling thighs. Allan went to a small table and retrieved a copper bowl, he poured consecrated water from a crystal decanter into the palm-sized bowl until it was half-full, then he pricked his right thumb with a golden needle and let thirteen droplets of his blood mix with the clear water. Swirling the blood and water together in the copper bowl, Allan knelt to the side of the masturbating women and held the bowl between Desiree's luscious legs. Allan kept the bowl underneath Desiree's working fingers until he had gathered a sample of the blonde woman's honey, then he shifted to bowl to Candy, holding the container between the raven-maned whore's thin, white legs as thick drops of her vaginal juices ran across her knuckles and fell into the waiting bowl.

Having collected enough of the whores' nectar, Allan again swirled the bowl to mix its contents, reciting several stanzas from the invocation laid out in his book of magic. The copper bowl grew warm in Allan's right palm, the contents turned blood-red, then cleared until the fluid was syrupy and honey-gold.

Allan stood and held the bowl above the two moaning, naked women. He chanted more loudly this time, calling upon dark powers to bless his work, to grant him the magic he required to complete his sorcerous labor. The tall, lean man tipped the copper bowl so that a thin stream of fluid spilled down onto Desiree's blonde curls. Allan anointed the gasping whore's crown, shoulders, and flushed breasts, then he spilled the rest of the bowl's contents over Candy, bathing her in the sticky elixir.

Desiree and Candy were leaning upon each other's bare shoulders, their faces pressed against each other's necks as they fingered their hot cunts faster and faster, rivulets of cum running down their shaking thighs, the hot air sweet with the aroma of their honey-soaked sexes.

"Lady Death! I summon you into the flesh of this woman named Desiree! Purgatori! I summon you into the flesh of this woman named Candy!" exclaimed Allan, his arms extended over the two writhing women.

The burning scarlet pentagram exploded with ruby light. A thunderous roar shook the cellar, shattering wine bottles, cracking the very walls of the stone room. Allan stumbled away from the flashing boundary of the sigil, he could barely hear the screams of the two whores through the crashing thunder resounding within the shaking cellar. The deafening thunder stopped as suddenly as it started, the curtain of ruby light rising from the pentagram dropped, the symbol no longer glowed with life, its magic was spent.

Two naked forms knelt within the pentagram. The first woman to rise was tall, with flowing silver hair that spilled down to her shapely waist, her skin corpse white, her eyes clear, milky-white orbs. The second woman had hot, scarlet flesh, her raven hair hung to her slender shoulders, leathery wings fluttered upon her back, she licked the two elongated fangs in her mouth and glared at Allan with smoldering, dark eyes.

The tall, ivory woman rested her right hand on her hip and sighed, "Lucifer's balls, not another one!"

"Who is he?" snarled the she-demon, crouching low and flapping her wings fiercely.

"A wizard, probably a horny one," sighed Lady Death again, glancing distastefully at the slack-jawed man staring at her.

"A wizard has summoned us, risked his very soul, just to fornicate with us?" asked Purgatori with one raised eyebrow.

"Aye," nodded Lady Death, turning to fully face Allan. "Speak, mageling! Is that why we were summoned from Hell?"

"Oh, yes! You will obey my every desire," smiled Allan, finally collecting his wits, fingering the rose-pink amulet resting against his chest.

"I tire of this fool!" hissed Purgatori, launching herself at Allan, claws snapping out, wings spread wide as she dove at the man.

Allan back-pedaled, clutching the amulet he wore. "Kneel, Purgatori!"

The she-demon dropped to the stone floor and knelt on both knees, her wings quivering, her sharp, black nails digging into her crimson thighs.

"What foul sorcery is this?" scowled Lady Death, shifting her ivory gaze from the prostrate vampire queen to the smirking male.

"I've studied long and hard before I prepared for this ritual. You are not in your natural bodies, I merely summoned your spirits to possess mortal hosts, you don't possess any of your powers, and I have complete control of your hosts, so you have to do whatever I command."

"Clever, you're smarter than the others," smiled Lady Death.

"Kill him, let me eat his beating heart!" wept Purgatori, dark blood dripping down her shivering thighs.

"You need some blood to calm you down, feed from Lady Death," ordered Allan, removing his robe.

Purgatori stood up and walked to Lady Death. Lady Death stepped back, she pushed away the slack-limbed she-demon.

"Don't move, Lady Death."

Lady Death froze. Purgatori pushed down Lady Death's pale arms, then drew very close, her black lips opening, her fangs glittering like knives in the candlelight. Lady Death moaned when she felt Purgatori's fangs stab through her cadaver-white flesh, her long legs buckled, she began to fall until Purgatori caught her around the waist, hugging her. Purgatori drank deeply from Lady Death's graceful neck, the ivory woman rested her chin upon the she-demon's hot shoulder, her naked body twitching while Purgatori fed, drawing the strength from her body.

"That's enough," said Allan, flicking on an overhead light. He snuffed out the black candles before walking towards the stairwell. "Bring her with you and follow me."

Purgatori draped Lady Death's limp left arm across her shoulders and supported the slack woman as they walked behind their summoner. Droplets of scarlet stained Lady Death's alabaster throat, beading from the twin puncture marks upon her cold, white flesh.

***

Allan crawled onto his enormous bed and stretched out onto his back. The man was naked, his arms and legs spread-eagled across the crimson, silk sheets.

"Join me," said Allan. "Purgatori, you may suck my cock. Lady Death, since you're weakened, you may sit on my face as I eat out your sweet pussy."

Purgatori sat Lady Death on the edge of the man's bed before she crawled onto the thick mattresses, her crimson ass swaying in the air as she climbed over Allan's legs and lowered her demonic face to the wizard's rising manhood. Lady Death fell onto her left side, she reached out with her slim, white arms and dragged herself across the soft bed, vision blurring, dizziness from loss of blood washing over her while Allan's command seared her mind, urged her weak body into motion. Crawling slowly past Purgatori, Lady Death rested for a moment, watching the she-demon slurp on Allan's erection, her black lips caressing the long pole, her fangs gently scratching the engorged shaft as her tongue soaked the man's cock in saliva. Purgatori clutched the base of Allan's cock with both of her crimson hands, she rubbed his meat with her ebony lips, then plunged the prick into her hot mouth, sucking its entire length down her scarlet throat, her nose pressing into the mage's black pubic hair.

Lady Death clung to the slick red sheets with her ivory fingers and pulled herself to where Allan rested his head upon a large, fluffy pillow. Allan shifted his gaze from Purgatori's bobbing head to Lady Death's milky eyes. Using the headboard for support, Lady Death knelt up before straddling Allan's face. Panting harshly, Lady Death lowered her crotch onto Allan's face, her cream-white pussy pressing onto the naked man's mouth. The mage started sucking on Lady Death's cunt, his lower jaw working beneath the naked woman's buttocks as he devoured her moist sex. Lady Death clung to the headboard, moaning weakly, her large, ivory breasts pressed into the smooth wood as she bucked on Allan's face, her white thighs shuddering, her alabaster buttocks clenching while Allan dug his tongue deep into Lady Death's slit, lapping at the honey flowing from her pink vagina.

Lady Death rode the slurping wizard's face, drool escaping down her chin, her enormous nipples so hard they ached. Allan grasped Lady Death's creamy buttocks and lifted her crotch from his face. "Lay back on the bed between my legs. Purgatori, you can stop sucking my cock now."

Lady Death fell back onto the mattress, her heavy, white breasts pumping, drops of sweat glistening between her rising ivory tits. Purgatori knelt at the foot of the bed, wiping her wet mouth with the back of one hand, her crimson tits soaked in her own drool.

Allan knelt between Lady Death's long, ivory legs. He spread the limp woman's legs even further apart, pushing on her knees. Crawling forward, Allan put his warm palms on Lady Death's curved hips, he stared down at her as he placed his saliva-drenched cock at the mouth of Lady Death's white cunt.

"When my cock's inside you, flex your pelvis so my prick goes in deep. Purgatori, sit on Lady Death's face, let her suck on your pussy."

Lady Death grimaced when the wizard's cock stabbed into her pussy. Allan clutched Lady Death's hips, driving hard between her open legs, grunting with effort as he bucked against her. Lady Death looked up when Purgatori straddled her head, she opened her pale lips when the she-demon sat on her face, she obediently began sucking on the vampire queen's cunt, tongue stroking the tender labia and clit, then wriggling inside the woman's hole, coaxing drops of honey onto the tip of her exploring tongue.

The large bed rocked while Allan plunged into Lady Death, sheathing his slick cock inside her ivory belly, palms roving across her smooth belly, then grasping her rolling tits, squeezing and fondling the firm, creamy mammaries. Lady Death nuzzled between Purgatori's crimson thighs, licking and slurping on the she-demon's inflamed pussy, her white chin drenched in the scarlet woman's sticky juices. Lady Death grasped Purgatori's warm thighs, she dug her fingers into the she-demon's hot flesh when Allan burst inside her belly, filling her with human seed.

Lady Death's face appeared beneath Purgatori's tight, scarlet buttocks, she gasped for air, she felt the wizard slip out of her trembling cunt hole. Purgatori crawled off of Lady Death's naked ivory body. Lady Death weakly raised her head, she watched Purgatori stretch her body towards Allan, the she-demon licking the cream clinging to the wizard's softening prick. Allan met Lady Death's glazed stare, he smiled coldly. "Sleep."

Fatigue dropped over Lady Death like a heavy cloak, the naked woman's head fell back onto the damp sheets, her milk-white eyes rolled up, she knew nothing more.

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