Long Form Fiction - Fucking in tents

As promised earlier this week, this piece is a continuation of the teaser I posted, called Fucking In Tents, featuring my favourite Demon, Sinder.

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It was a warm night, though a chill wind stole through the woods. You were sat on a camping chair, absent mindedly staring into the flames. Their heat coated you, helped you to relax as you stared. Focused. Let yourself drift away for a moment, following the movement of –

Your friend’s laughter shook you out of your focus. You looked up, relaxation dropping away. “Sorry, what was that? Lost in my own head…”

Jake smiled, sheepishly, and gestured to his boyfriend. “Oh, well Steve was -”

“Telling a story.” Steve cut in. “It was rather long winded. I’ll tell you tomorrow, if you want?”

Steve stood from the chair he was sat on, smiling at Jake, who grinned back, and then looked back to you. “We’re gonna… Go get some sleep now, if that’s okay?” You grinned.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Go get some… Sleep.” You winked at the two of them, as they ducked into their tent.

Now it was just you, and the fire. Flickering, dancing tongues of flame that warmed you against the cool night air. You could have sworn that you saw – there it was again. A figure, dancing among the flames. Their body was impossibly perfect, the way they moved was pure sensuality. Each sway of their hips, and come hither glance they shot your way made you tingle.

You could watch them dance all night. It felt so good to watch them dance. As they moved, you felt the flames of arousal rise inside you. You wanted them, even if they were just fire, or a trick of your mind. Maybe an image created out of the long, long, dry spell you were going through. You couldn’t tell, and it didn’t matter. You just knew that you wanted them.

Finally. After what felt like no time at all, but could have been hours, you put the fire out, and went to your own tent. As you lay in your sleeping bag, you kept thinking about that figure in the fire. You closed your eyes, trying to imagine what they would feel like.

You surprised yourself at how well you could do it. You could almost feel their curves pressed against yours. The heat of their body. Their scent. All the ways they would feel, as they used your body for pleasure. Nails raking down your chest. Their weight as they straddled you. It all felt so real, behind your closed eyes. Then a hand clamped over your mouth. A very real, very physical hand. You opened your eyes, trying to scream. A voice laughed, as you took in the figure before you.

The same one from the flames. Sensual, impossibly perfect. They straddled you, somehow having unzipped your sleeping bag. And one strong hand was clamped over your mouth. Up close, you could see their eyes, burning with fire that seemed to pull you into them.

They leant close, and spoke, in a low voice. “Hush now, mortal. No need to scream. You seemed to like my dancing. I wondered if you wanted something… More. You couldn’t keep me out of your head. Could you? Until I climbed out of your head, and into your…” They cast around the tent, and then looked back at you. “bed.”

You nodded. You couldn’t tear yourself away from their eyes. But you could respond. You did want more. You wanted them, like you hadn’t wanted anything before in your life. They laughed. “Good, good mortal. Admitting your desires is so easy for me, isn’t it?”

Your head moved up and down once more, almost automatically at this point. It felt so easy to agree to their words, and as their hand came away from your mouth, you found yourself leaning up, to be closer to them. Your lips met theirs, and the sensation was incredible.

Soft, and sweet, the kisses made your mind fuzz with pleasure and arousal. You wanted more, and they were happy to oblige. It was so easy to give in to the pleasure, to let your mind melt under the onslaught of their lips. They pushed you back onto the sleeping bag, and began kissing down your chest.

Their voice echoed in your mind. ‘Does it feel good, Mortal? Doesn’t it feel exquisite? Moan for me. Don’t worry about your companions, they won’t hear you.’ Unbidden, your cries of pleasure fell from your lips. ‘Gooood, good puppet. You sound so delicious, moaning for me.’

A finger slid into your mouth, accompanied by the mental command ‘suck’. And you did. You licked, and sucked, feeling so good. So easy to obey their commands in your mind. So easy to let them take control. You felt their lips travelling lower. You felt something sharp tear your underwear, and then their mouth was really delivering pleasure. Their tongue moving so perfectly, licking, and sucking at your sex. You tried to stifle your moans, but failed. It just felt so good. After a few minutes, they stopped, sitting up.

Something had changed. It took you a few moments to notice the horns, now protruding from their head, the leathery wings, furled up on their back. Then you noticed the tail that was curling round your wrist. You looked up at them knowing that you should be feeling scared. But all you felt was pleasure. Arousal. Need.

They smirked. “Good mortal. Not too scared of what I really am, I see.”

You shook your head. “No. I- I was surprised, but this whole thing has been kind of strange, so, what the hell?”

They eyed you seriously at that. “Was that a joke, human? Or are you not thinking about what you’re saying?”

“No – I – I didn’t mean…” They cut you off with a laugh, deep, and hearty.

Their hand traced down your cheek. “Calm, puppet. You’ve caused no offense. Do you mind if I call you puppet?” You shook your head. “Good, good puppet. You can call me Sinder. Tonight, I’m going to play with you. I’m going to feed on your energy – I can see that you look nervous at that. Don’t worry, it’s not going to harm you. What sense would there be in that, hmm?” Your eyes had begun to widen, but at their reassurance, you shrugged.

“It’s just, you know, you read stories, of demons draining energy and killing people?” You winced as you said it, sure that you were going to offend them.

But they just smiled at you. “Well, I’m happy to tell you that most of us don’t do that, and I certainly don’t. What’s the point in killing someone who’ll quite happily keep feeding you, huh?” You nodded, that made sense. “Now, as I said, I’m going to play with you tonight, and, well, if you prove to be worth it, I’ll come and see you again, and again, and make sure that I get my fill of you. Does that sound good?

You opened your mouth to respond, and they put a finger to your lips, silencing you. “Hush puppet. Don’t speak. You don’t need words with me.” Their eyes were burning into yours again. You found yourself pinned. “Or rather, you don’t need your own words. Just my words. Don’t you? Nod your head, say ‘yes Sinder’.”

“Y-yes Sinder.” Your mouth moved, obediently, surprising you, even as your head nodded.

“Confused? That’s okay, puppet. Just look deeper into my eyes. Let me melt your mind for a while.”

It felt so good, your thoughts were boiling away under a sudden flash of arousal. They smiled down at you, one finger tracing up your cheek, before slipping into your mouth again. You began sucking, automatically. Their smile widened. “Good puppet. So obedient already. So eager. How do you want to service me first, human?”

You looked confused, as they pulled the finger out of your mouth. “I’m- I’m” You struggled to pull your thoughts together. “What?” You finally answered.

They gasped. “Oh, of course. Do you want to suck my dick? Or lick my pussy?”

You shrugged, you weren’t fussed either way. They smiled, and slid forwards, and you saw, where before had been flat skin between their legs, was their cunt. The scent flicked your arousal into overdrive, you tried you lean your head up, to start licking, but a finger pressed into your forehead, stopping you from moving.

You felt their tail delicately playing with your own sex. They were still looking down at you, grinning. “Beg, puppet. Beg to lick me, to eat me out, to taste me. Say ‘please Sinder, please let me taste your sweet pussy.’”

“P-Please S-ah-Sinder,” The tail moved more insistently on your sex, sending ripples of pleasure through your body, making it so hard to think. “please let -oooh- let me taste you-your sweet pussy.” They smiled, removing their finger, and running a hand through your hair.

“Good puppet, doing as you’re told. Okay.” They slid forwards the last few inches, and your tongue tasted them for the first time. It tasted like honey, and spice, and a million other delectable things rolled into one taste that was devilishly good. You could feel, with each lick, your mind melting a bit more. You could feel your arousal growing. The pleasure rising as the arousal grew. You couldn’t have stopped, even if you wanted to. It tasted too good to think about anything, let alone stopping.

“Mmh- Good puppet, keep going. Letting your mind emp- ah, ah, aaah- empty. Letting my pleasu-ooooh- pleasure fill you up, so good. Mmm, so good. Oh fuck, right there, don’t stop, don’t stop.” their moans fuelled your arousal, which fuelled your tongue to keep going. You were lost in the pleasure of giving pleasure. And as they came, you felt your own pleasure reach a peak, and stop. You didn’t reach your climax. But they did. You could feel their pleasure in their thigh muscles, clamped around your head, in their hands, tangled in your hair.

Before long, their muscles relaxed, their breathing slowed. They pushed your head back, stopping your eager tongue from continuing to explore, and relaxed onto your chest. “That’s – That’s a good puppet.” Their tail, which had stopped moving as they came, began to play, and tease once again. “Now then. Let’s see about you, shall we? Let us come together. They span around, planting their thighs either side of your head, but now they were facing down your body.

They leant down, one hand idly playing with your sex, not too energetically, but enough that the pleasure was increasing. You let out a whine, from between their legs. Their hand stopped. “What’s wrong, mortal? Did I do it wrong?” You squirmed.

“N-No. Please, more Sinder. Please give me more pleasure.”

Sinder laughed. “Oh, such a good puppet. Already learning to beg for what you want. Very well, but I need to concentrate, so…” They lowered their pussy onto your mouth. “Get to work, pupp- Oh, oookay, mmm…” Their hand started moving again. And then, a few seconds later, you felt their tongue. It felt so good. The soft wetness of their mouth, gently teasing you. And you kept licking. Teasing their clit, then running your tongue in long, slow arcs down their pussy. Their cunt was an aphrodisiac that felt so good. It, coupled with their teasing hand and mouth on your sex was causing your mind to feel like it was about to overload. Like the pleasure was going to break your brain into pieces. But the climax didn’t come. It wouldn’t come. They had turned you into a vessel for endless pleasure. But whilst your body could take the pleasure, and keep going… Your mind was starting to fracture under the strain. You found a brief moment of respite as their hand stopped. Their mouth lifted, as did their pussy from your face.

You heard their words, as if from a great distance. Calling through the fog in your mind. “Do you want it, puppet? Do you want to cum for me?”

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Gods how you wanted to cum. To reach that climax. But… The words were so hard. You struggled to speak, floundering for a single syllable. “Y-y-y-yes.”

They didn’t resume their sensual assault on your sex. You felt their hips cock to the side. “Yes what, Puppet?”

You cast about, and felt the words they were looking for, blossoming in your mind. “Yes please Sinder.” The words came out automatically. Obediently. It felt right to say them. And as you did, their pussy slammed down onto your face again, where you eagerly carried on licking, feeling them tremble at the pleasure you were delivering. At the same time, their hand and mouth started moving again. Licking, sucking, teasing and touching. You could feel the climax coming now. Like a volcano that had lain dormant for years. You had never known pleasure such as this. It was all consuming. Mind shattering. It felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. You felt their thighs clench around your skull as their own orgasm overtook them, moments before yours hit you.

It felt like an out of body experience. It felt like you were being annihilated. Ripped apart. It felt like your muscles were going through a marathon in a few moments. And your mind? Your mind was gone. Replaced by a sea of pleasure that flooded every fold of your brain. Pleasure so exquisite that you could barely begin to understand where, or what, or who you were. And slowly, ever so slowly, the pleasure began to fade.

Your awareness of your body was the first thing to return. And of their body, holding you, softly, gently, comfortingly. Your muscles were jelly. You didn’t think you could move, even if you did want to. Then, your eyes opened. It was still dark. The inside of the tent was lit by the soft glow of their skin, but nothing else. You tried to move, and managed to shift one of your legs about an inch.

Sinder must have felt that. They pushed themselves up onto an arm, looking down at you. One of their fingers traced down your cheek. They were staring at you, contentedly. “I must say, that was an experience I’m not going to be forgetting any time soon. I doubt you will, either.” You softly nodded in agreement, not trusting yourself to be able to speak. Sinder smiled. “You look very cute, having given me your energy. So peaceful.” They stretched, back arcing, their wings tried to unfurl, but were trapped by the tent, and their smile momentarily turned into a scowl. “You know, next time we do this, how about we fuck somewhere less… Cramped?”

Your laugh, weakly. “S-sorry about that. I…” You reach down, and slowly bring your water bottle to your lips, taking a sip. “I wasn’t planning on having company.”

Sinder looks you in the eye, and then away from you, then back to you. “Would you like there to be a next time? There doesn’t have to be. And I know these arrangements can be… Unusual for you mortals.”

You stared at them, shocked to see their cheeks somehow reddening. Were they embarrassed? “Sinder – I. Yes. Why would I not want that? When would you like to meet?”

Their smile returned. “Good. I always get nervous, asking. It’s silly, I know. I’ve been doing this for thousands of years. You would assume that I could ask people if they wanted to keep fucking me. But – ah, the mind is a complex thing, no?” You nodded at them, understandingly, as you took another sip of water, and offered the bottle to them. They took it, gladly. As they took a swig, you took a moment to examine them, their horns, their leathery wings that were currently folded to their back. Their hands, their nails, which, you could have sworn were longer, whilst you were entwined.

They placed the water bottle back down, and looked at you. “Well, as for when… Let’s say that we don’t get mortal time, in the hells. And before you ask, no, I have no phone number to give you. Instead, well. It’s old fashioned magic, but we use sigils. Specifically, I leave my mark on you, somewhere discrete, and when I want to come to you, it will let you know. If you’re free, then you can touch the sigil, and I’ll know where you are, and will be able to come to you.”

“R-right. How big is this sigil? And, where does it go? And, sorry to ask, is it permanent?” You felt some nervousness. This was feeling… Well, you had gotten that one tattoo with an ex, and you weren’t about to make that mistake again.

They smiled. “For how big-” they held up their thumb, and you saw a pattern blaze into life on it. “This big. And as to where it goes, well, that is up to you. I’ve put it behind people’s ears, on dicks, on pussies, on their backs. I think nearly everywhere.” Sinder was looking up, clearly remembering past markings. Eventually, their gaze returned to you. “And as for its permanency, well, it only lasts as long as we want it to. If, in the future, we decide we no longer want to meet, I will perform the ritual to remove it, and that will be that. Does that sound good to you?”

You take a moment, thinking. That sex was incredible, and this doesn’t sound like you’re entering a relationship with Sinder, it feels, casual, in a strangely formal way. You want more of them. You know that. And, for a succubus, or incubus, or whatever they are, well, for a millennia old sex demon, they seem to be remarkably understanding about things. You meet their golden eyes, and nod. “Yes, I’m good with that.”

Sinder smiled wider than you had seen them do so before. It seemed like their mouth had stretched more than it would be physically possible to do so, splitting their face from ear to ear, just for a moment. They sat up, and held up their thumb, which glowed brightly once again. “Excellent, puppet. Where do you want this mark going?”

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You stepped out of the tent in the bright morning light. Jake and Steve were sat in their chairs, holding mugs of tea. They each looked you up and down.

“Rough night?” Asked Steve.

“Yeah, you look a mess mate.” Said Ryan.

You smiled. You weren’t about to tell them what had happened. Not that they’d believe you. “No, no. I feel – I feel great.”