Deamology: Salvation

Lyn vanished with a soft snap of air collapsing in on itself. 

“I think she's really angry this time,” Arlewen said, “Great job Daniel.”

“I couldn't help it,” I muttered. 

“Can I keep these?” Liz asked, jerking on her restraints, “I wasn't lying when I said these are hot.”

“They go well with you,” Arlewen said, running her finger along Liz's cheek. Liz shivered, shifting herself on the bed. Arlewen smiled, slowly straddling Liz's chest. 

I sighed, no longer in the mood. I...I already missed Lyn. I looked away from Liz and Arlewen and saw something on the ground. I knelt as Arlewen moved her pelvis over Liz's face, grinning as Liz strained against her restraints, trying to reach the dripping elven pussy that dripped right above her. 

It was long, whatever it was. I picked it up and winced as I pricked my finger on the point. It was a quill. 

“Come on. Beg for it,” Arlewen was grinning, slowly lowering herself then jerking herself up before Liz could touch her. 

“Pleassssss,” Liz hissed. Arlewen slowly lowered herself onto Liz's face and sighed as the young dike started to eat her out with a passion. 

“Do either of you know what this is?” I asked, handing the quill to Arlewen. Arlewen pushed herself over Liz's face, grinding against her slowly. 

“Oh!” Arlewen said, “Thats a quill.”

“Where did it come from?” 

Liz looked out from between Arlewen's legs, her mouth slick with elven juices. “Lyn, duh!”

“She's...shedding?” I murmured as Liz went back to eating out Arlewen. The elf groaned, rubbing her left tit with her hand, pinching her pert nipple between two fingers, while she handed the quill back to me. Once I took it, that other hand went to the neglected breast and started to knead it. I sighed, turning away. I had lost all interest in this when Lyn had vanished. I wish I could turn back the clock and apologize. 

I realized what the problem was. Lyn was no longer in my mind. She was gone, leaving a gaping hole where she had been. I didn't know how much I had...loved her, till she was gone. 

“I'm going home,” I said suddenly. Arlewen looked at me, sliding her slit off Liz's face. Liz looked at me too. 

“Come on, Daniel,” Arlewen said, “There's some Elfin ass here that needs to be plugged.”

“I want yout to make a whore of me,” Liz said, “Take me...like you were before.”

“Nah...I'm not really in the mood.” I shrugged. I picked up the strap on that Lyn had abandoned. I tossed it to Arlewen.

“Screw her for me,” I said, pulling on my clothes. Arlewen held the dildo, smiling. Liz shifted, licking her lips as Arlewen slipped the strap on over her thighs. I walked out as she started to pound Liz. 

The walk home was slow. I walked towards the collage campus, watching the lights go by. The city was a sight at night, floating skyscrapers in the distance, where the magic cooperations were working. More down to earth skyscrapers that held company's like Adobe and Microsoft. Cars drove past, some burning gas, others pulled by ghost horses. 

I turned away from the boring skyline and tried to find something more interesting to look at. I didn't find anything, instead just starting to walk home again.

My dorm room was dull, after the experiences of the last few days. I lay in my bed, feeling really down. After an hour or so, Liz came back, wearing a thick coat about her body, covering everything but her face. 

“Have fun?” I asked. As way of an answer Liz dropped her coat. I sat up, eyes wide. She was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and a lacy panties. Welts ran up and down her back and her nipples were red and bruised, teeth marks on her breasts looking very painful.

“What happened!” I asked. 

“It was amazing!” Liz said, “Arlewen needed to research SMBD and...well...god it was amazing.”

“Oh,” I said, “You like...that?”

“I love it,” Liz said, laying down in her bed, “Now...I think we went a bit crazy this time, but Arlewen said she has some spells that can help with these wounds.”

“Why didn't you use them?” I asked.

“Without the pain, there is no pleasure,” Liz said softly. 

I sighed, “You know...I miss Lyn.”

“She'll be back,” Liz said, “They don't give up easily, daemons.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, “Cuase...I think she might have given up on me.”

“Why do you care so much?” Liz asked.

“Because I love her.”

Liz stared at me, eyes wide. 

“What?” 

“You...love...a deamon?” Liz asked, her voice making it obvious what she thought of that.

“You love pain. I love a deamon. Who's the crazy one here!”

“You,” Liz rolled onto her back, “Good night.”

I was walking home, looking at my feet as I passed the buildings. I walked past an ally way and suddenly a voice spoke out.

“'ello Daniel.”

I stopped, a shivering running up my spine. I looked to the alleyway, wondering if that was Lyn. But the voice was different...softer, somehow. There was a dark form in the alleyway, but for some reason I knew it was a woman. The soft voice and the gentle curves of the shadowy figure all lent the air of a woman.

The figure stepped forward, into the street light. 

Soft, copper, hair hung around this woman's head, red highlights almost glowing under the streetlight. Whoever this woman was, she was pretty. Her face was rounded, cute actually, and her nose was slightly upturned. Freckles were lightly splashed under her eyes, which were a strange shade of gray. The body under the head was petite, her breasts light under her simple shirt, her jeans tight around her buttocks. 

“Uh...do I know you?” 

“Yea might,” The woman said, smiling lightly. She had a thick Scottish accent, lilting beautifully. She suddenly hooked her arm around mine, “Lets go!”

She dragged me along with her, smiling. Her touch...it sent electricity up my spine, as if touching her was touching a mild electrical current. I shivered, my arms prickling. 

“Who are you?” I asked as the woman dragged me to my dorm. 

“Yea can call me Emily,” She said, grinning, “'an yea can say yea know me.”

“I've never been to Scotland,” I said as we arrived at my dorm. 

Emily laughed, opening the door.

“Yea know, yea got a humor 'bout you. I like that.” She pulled me up the stairs. I stopped, manaing to break her hold on me.

“Who are you?” I asked, suspicious. 

“Let me get ya to yer room,” Emily said. “And I'll explain everything.”

I sighed, supposing I had already dealt with a demoness, a elf and a sadomasochistic lesbian. I could deal with odd Scottish girl. I followed Emily up the stairs, but the sight of her tight bum did nothing to me. After Lyn...I sighed. How can another girl, even one as cute as Emily, compare.