Bayonetta pulled her hips back slowly. A third of her glorious length extracted from James’ throat, his lips sucking her shaft all around. Delightful slurping sounds escaped the seal of his mouth as he wagged his tongue along the bottom of her cum pipe. Her oral slave took a quick breath through his nose and Cereza sank her cock home. The glorming sound of fat dick plowing into a slick throat sputtered from his stretched lips along with small bubbles of spittle and pre-cum.
The sun glared down on Bayonetta’s back, tanning her naked body aside from the latex straps holding her enormous bra across her chest. Her hips slowly increased their pace as she established a gentle rhythm of steamy face fucking. It was a motion that would become much more brutal and demanding in time.
“Gonna fuck your face for hours, bitch! And you’ll love every minute… WON’T YOU?!?”
“MPPPPHHHFFFGLLLLLRRRRRMMMMM!”
It was the only answer he could offer as her increasingly sloppy length pistoned in and out of his mouth. James’ arms and legs pulled instinctively as she assaulted his oral passage, but his limbs found no passage in the cool, packed earth.
Bayonetta’s pubis became wet with the cummy secretions of his nose. Her scrotum dripped with sticky saliva the more it slapped into his chin. They had barely begun and Cereza was already lost in pure bliss. Her hips pumped faster and her hands dug even deeper into the soft silt of the beach.
“YESSSSSSS!! SUCK IT!!! TAKE MY COCK YOU WHORE!!!”
Bayonetta’s grunts and screams sailed into the salty air. Her wails of pleasure cascaded down the beach as she emptied her balls for the first of many times that afternoon.
* * * * *
James and Bayonetta sat at the dinner table inside the swanky, rented villa. They enjoyed glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon following an exquisite catered French meal. Leftovers of the succulent duck breast in cherry sauce, peas and carrots salad with goat cheese and the decadent chocolate mousse lay sprawled across the table between two lit candles.
In the background, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. The view was breathtaking and practically surrounded them through the large pane glass walls and sliding glass doors that led to the deck and the ocean outside. Streaks of red and purple were painted across the sky as another wonderful day gave way to night.
The warm breeze gusted against the glass as the waves rocked and sloshed against the shore outside. They were snug in their latex attire once more; Cereza in her shiny Umbra bodysuit and James in his gimp suit, sans hood. They were more than comfortable as the air conditioning hummed throughout the bungalow. They’d been enjoying the view and the light jazz playing in the background as their meals digested. After long stares at the slowly dimming sky, Bayonetta swirled her wine glass and broke the silence.
“So, have you thought about what we discussed a few weeks ago? Finding some new hobbies to enjoy other than your videogames and wasting time on the internet?”
“Yeah, I’ve been contemplating getting into stamp collecting.”
Cereza paused in the middle of her sip, one of her eyebrows shooting up in the classic ‘really?’ pose.
James laughed. “I’m kidding. I think I may do some writing.”
“Cheshire the writer? Really? And what would you write about?”
“They say you should write what you know.”
“Hmmmm, so you’ll be writing smutty stories about naughty, submissive slut boys then?”
“And gorgeous, insatiable Dominas.”
Bayonetta chuckled as she set her glass back down. “I think that’s a fine idea.”
A few more moments of silence passed and James downed the rest of his wine. He summoned the courage to re-posit the question she’d dodged so long ago. He didn’t want to ruin a perfect evening, but he couldn’t put it off forever.
“It’s about time, don’t you think?”
“For another romp? No rush, darling, we have the whole night.”
“To talk about the price of your powers.”
Bayonetta’s gaze shifted down as melancholy entered her voice. “Oh. That…”
James hated that sad look, but he didn’t relent. “I’ve seen you channel impossible strength. Move fast enough to dodge bullets. Fire guns from your boots. Infiltrate a heavily guarded base like it was nothing. Fight wizards, witches and creatures from some terrible nightmare. Any one of those things would be unbelievable, but I’ve seen too much to believe my eyes were fooled. You say you’ve lived for hundreds of years and I don’t doubt you. My question, once again: What is the price for all this power?”
Cereza traced the outline of her wine glass a few times with a single finger. Finally, she looked up.
“The price is… eternal damnation.”
“What?!? Like, fire and brimstone?”
“Yes” she nodded solemnly. “When one of us eventually dies, we have a one way ticket to the Inferno. No exceptions, no pardons, no reprieves. Ever.”
“You’re serious?!?” James folded his arms defensively. “No, that’s crazy…”
“You saw Marioch emerge from a portal to the Inferno. You still don’t believe it exists?”
He wished he could argue, but there was no denying it. The thought of the one he loved being tortured for time immemorial was too much to bear. James’ teeth gritted as he grew frustrated. “But, why would anyone ever agree to that?!?”
“Because…” Bayonetta explained, staring back at him with ice-cold calm. “When you’ve seen enough of your people butchered, raped, beaten, drowned and burned alive, you already live in hell.”
James’ eyes went wide. His arms slid back down to his sides as he looked away.
“The witch hunts claimed most of my kind. The Umbra were almost extinct. We did what we had to. We forged pacts with demonic entities. To survive. To revenge our fallen Sisters and secure our future. Everything I’ve done, I’d do again, gladly.”
He sighed. “Still, how could that possibly be worth an eternity of agony?”
“Eternity? Nothing lasts forever, Cheshire. Not even the Heavens or the Inferno. One day, ages from now, even they will disappear into the ether. But they’ll fall a lot sooner, if I have anything to say about it.”
James was perplexed. “They’ll fall? What do you mean?”
Bayonetta picked up her wine glass and leaned back in her chair. “I’ve been planning, for some time now, to take drastic action. Once an Umbra witch is dead, she can do nothing, but while we’re still alive there are options open to us. The rest of the coven probably thinks I’m crazy, but I’m going to do everything I can to overturn the celestial order.”
“To destroy heaven and hell? How?”
Bayonetta pointed to the dazzling red stone fixed in the amulet just above her right breast. “With this. It was always my intention to begin claiming denizens of the Inferno for my own. Meeting a slutty boy who happened to be at the center of a heinous Lumen plot forced me into action sooner than I expected.”
Cereza finished her wine and set the glass down before continuing.
“I was not fully prepared to face Marioch. I didn’t even know his real name until recently. Somehow the Lumen knew more about him than we did. We accepted his power without fully grasping its true nature. That was foolish, and that’s why he had us dead to rights once he crossed into this plane. But just when things were looking really bad, and I expected my ticket to hell had been punched, the love of a young man saved me.”