A Promise Made Is A Promise Kept - 9 (3a)

 

Ruxi sat on the edge of the bed with her feet resting on her new worshipper's shoulders. "Before you can worship your goddess, you must learn how to undress her with your lips." She instructed him on the proper way to service her as she slowly slid a finger under her left stocking. "Here, let me help you get started." Ruxi reveled in the power she had over her new member.

Without breaking eye contact with his goddess her mesmerized thrall crawled towards her with his head between her slender legs. Nothing else mattered but obeying the commands of his new owner. The sound of his face rubbing against her stocking was divine music to his ear. It was the ultimate reward he could ever ask for serving her. His lips close in on the bundled edge of the stocking she so kindly prepared for him.

As his lips grab hold of the stocking's edge he took a deep breath of the sweet flowery scent emanating from her bare thighs. "Yes my pet, you'll find obeying me very pleasurable." He proceeded to obediently pull her stocking down her leg and was immediately rewarded with the heavenly sound of her stocking rubbing against her bare skin. His cock was rock hard and throbbing madly but nothing will stop him from completing the task his goddess gave him.

"You have done well my pet. You're now a full fledge member of my church. What you've experienced today is just a taste of what I have to offer. As you serve and do my biddings, you'll be rewarded accordingly." Ruxi said as she teasingly drew her finger inwards along her inner thigh. She knew today's experience will be forever etched onto her worshipper's mind as the most divine moment of their life and that they'd do anything for more.

Ruxi dangled her worn stockings in front of her thrall letting him take a deep breath of it's scent before draping them around his neck. "Here, a reward and reminder of your submission." she said before blessing him with one last vision of her divine beauty from behind as she sauntered out from the room knowing full well that her thrall will complete the final part of the ritual without fail.

Ruxi's newly converted pet gently gathered her used stockings in his palms like the national treasure they are. He took one deep breath of her heavenly scent from them and started ejaculating, all the pent up sexual tension exploded in an instance, his eyes rolled into his head as his mind was reprogrammed to worship a new god, to serve a new master. When the orgasmic convulsion finally subsided, he collapsed on to the spot his goddess sat, now flooded with his cum, his initiation into servitude was complete.

Ruxi - 676A

Unbeknownst to the regular churchgoers, right under their feet where they prayed to god was a basement where the enlightened churchgoers worship a different god. One by one the strong virile men were brought to the basement to be initiated by their dark priestess.

Ruxi - 668A

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Ruxi - 660

Ruxi stalked towards her unwitting prey, each sway of her hips an invitation, a siren's call that left her victim helpless to resist. The air seemed to shimmer around the succubus as she moved, drawn to the man like a moth to a flame, unaware that he was not mere warm light, but tinder waiting to be consumed by her infernal passion.

No words passed between them; none were necessary. Ruxi's divine form spoke volumes - the dangerous curves of her body clad in scant silk that seemed to whisper secrets against her skin, the fiery gaze of her eyes burning into his soul, and those lips, full and wicked, promising carnal delights that would make the angels weep.

Her prey stood transfixed before her, hypnotized by her otherworldly beauty. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to flee, to run as far and fast as he could from this seductress who radiated a palpable aura of danger and forbidden desire. But his body remained rooted, every muscle taut with anticipation and a dark hunger that mirrored the primal need pulsing between Ruxi's thighs.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached out and traced one sharp nail along the column of his throat, feeling the frantic leap of his pulse against the delicate skin. She could snap this neck like a twig if it pleased her...but oh, there were so many more enjoyable ways to make him beg for oblivion. Her hand drifted lower, over his chest, his stomach, until she was cupping the growing bulge in his trousers.

He shuddered and let out a strangled groan at her touch, hips rocking forward instinctively seeking more contact. Such a wanton response, even as panic flared briefly in those captivated eyes. It delighted Ruxi to push him to the brink of despair and have him thank her for it with worshipful moans.

"Shhh, pet," she purred throatily, leaning in close so that her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "I'm not going to hurt you...much." Her teeth closed around his earlobe, biting just hard enough to make him gasp before laving it with her clever tongue. 

Ruxi captured his mouth in a searing kiss, plundering the warm cavern and relishing his whimpers of surrender against her invading tongue. She forced his lips apart wider still until he could not have resisted even if coherent thought returned, which it most certainly did not while she ravished him so thoroughly.

Breaking away at last to let him pant for air that scorched his lungs like the flames of hellfire itself, Ruxi smiled wickedly up at him through a curtain of soot-black lashes. Her crimson talons made quick work of his shirt buttons as she shoved the garment down and off his shoulders with imperious impatience.

The succubus purred her approval at the sight of bared skin and toned muscles laid out like an altar for her dark devotion. Bending to the task eagerly, she mapped every ridge and hollow with reverent hands that soon became bold in their explorations. She dug her nails into the rock-hard flesh of his pectorals before dragging them lower...lower...

Not pausing until those wicked claws hooked into the waistband of his trousers and jerked them downwards with a triumphant hiss. Ruxi drank in the glorious sight of her prey unveiled, all strong thighs and manhood rearing proudly to attention.

She circled him like a cat around a mouse, trailing reverent fingertips along that impressive length until he shuddered and groaned low in his throat. But she would not give him what he so desperately needed just yet...no, they were only beginning their dark dance of pleasure and pain.

Turning away with an enticing sway of her hips, Ruxi led him towards the grand four-poster bed dominating the room, never doubting that he would follow like a dog in heat. As soon as the backs of her knees hit the mattress she tumbled back onto it in a tangle of silken limbs and beckoning fingers.

"You," she crooked one elegant digit at him imperiously while sprawling back against the pillows with wanton abandon, "Come here and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use. I want to feel you worship me until the bedsheets are soaked with your exertions."

The man stumbled forward, utterly enslaved by her commanding tone and debauched tableau, crawling onto the bed after her like a supplicant seeking blessing from his dark queen. Ruxi rewarded his obedience by pulling him down on top of her, locking slender legs around his waist and arching sinuously against him until she could feel the heavy heat of his arousal pressing urgently at the juncture of her thighs.

"You may proceed with your attentions," she arched a brow wickedly, hands fisting in his hair to drag his mouth downwards. "Make me scream."

What followed was a symphony of sin and rapture, Ruxi's keening cries interspersed with the obscene wet sounds of lips and tongue worshipping her most intimate places with single-minded devotion. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillows as pleasure crested higher and higher, drawing broken moans from her throat until she shuddered apart in his arms, flooding his mouth with her essence.

But the succubus was far from satisfied...merely appetized for more. Rolling them over suddenly, she straddled his hips and sank down onto him in one swift, ruthless motion, taking every hard inch of him to the hilt within her slick heat.

They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, bodies locking together like two halves of a whole as Ruxi began to move. She rode him with wild abandon, nails raking angry red lines down his chest and teeth latched onto his throat, marking him for all to see as hers. And still he bucked up into her ruthless rhythm, meeting every downward grind of her hips with a desperate upward thrust until the obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room like carnal thunder.

"Yes," Ruxi keened breathlessly against his ear, grinding down particularly hard and relishing how he shuddered helplessly at the intense sensation. "Surrender yourself to me...give me everything..." 

Overcome with lust and the need for completion, her prey could only moan brokenly in acquiescence as she used him for her pleasure. Each clench of her rippling inner muscles brought him closer and closer to the edge of sanity until he was mindless with the desperate urge to spill himself inside her again and again...

With a final scream of his name Ruxi threw back her head, every taut line of her body going rigid as ecstasy crashed over her in overwhelming waves. The feeling of her clenching tight and fluttering wildly around him was too much for even one as thoroughly debauched to withstand...and with a hoarse shout of completion he followed her over the precipice into oblivion, his seed spurting forth in thick pulses that painted her womb white.

They collapsed together onto the sweat-soaked sheets, limbs entwined and breathing harshly through the aftermath. But even as aftershocks shuddered through her Ruxi could feel his spent member beginning to stir anew within the slick channel of her body...

And so their dance continued throughout the long night, a debauched waltz of passion and possession that would leave them both forever marked by the other's touch. For she had claimed him utterly now, this succubus queen - body, heart, and immortal soul...and Ruxi always kept what was hers.

When dawn finally broke over the horizon to cast its first tentative light across the crumpled bedsheets and sweat-sheened skin of her latest conquest, the dark seductress merely smiled in smug feminine satisfaction. Another pretty plaything broken to her will, another set of bruised lips and worshipful eyes that would haunt her for all eternity...but oh, what delicious fun they had enjoyed along the way!

Rising languidly on limbs that ached so sweetly from their night's exertions, Ruxi stretched with feline grace before turning to cast one last contemptuous look at the man sprawled limp and satiated amidst her bedding.

"Until we meet again, my pet," she murmured silkily by way of farewell. For she knew they would dance this dark dance once more in time...and he would come running at her slightest call. The mark she had left upon his very soul would ensure it.

With a swish of diaphanous skirts the succubus strode out into the pale light of morning, already contemplating which lucky mortal would next have the pleasure of basking in Ruxi's favor...and bearing the exquisite consequences of that attention. For such was her divine purpose and cruel amusement in this realm - to tease, tempt, and claim as many unwilling hearts and bodies as she could.

And woe betide any man foolish enough to catch her eye again...for Ruxi's touch would ruin him for all others, leaving naught but an addicted shell desperate for another hit of her venomous pleasure. A fate far too delicious to waste on just one lucky devotee.

Smiling to herself in wicked anticipation, the succubus melted into the dawn mist like a dark promise waiting to be fulfilled again and again through eternity...leaving behind one more shattered soul to bear witness to the power of Ruxi's seduction.
 

Ruxi - 657A

“Rise and serve your mistress,” Ruxi commanded, her voice dripping with sensual authority. The air grew heavy with the weight of her proclamation as dozens of undead thralls emerged from the shadows, their hollow eyes fixed upon her divine form.

These were once devoted worshippers, humans who had given themselves over to the demoness in the throes of carnal ecstasy. They had experienced pleasures beyond mortal comprehension, their bodies and souls intertwined with hers as she drank deep of their essence.

Ruxi remembered them all - their cries of rapture echoing through her palace, the hot splash of seed against her skin, the frenzied pumping of hips as they rode out their final orgasms, lives fading in unison with their climaxes. In those moments of ultimate bliss, she had harvested their souls, trapping them within this realm to serve as eternal extensions of her will.

The final moments of their ecstasy were permanently etched on to what remains of their minds ensuring that even in death they will eagerly obey the dark mistress.

 

Ruxi - 653A-1

In the dank, shadowy depths of St. Judas’ church basement, a new order had taken root. The once holy place now pulsed with an ancient, carnal energy, a shrine dedicated to the worship of carnal pleasures. Ruxi, the dark priestess, had seen to that. With a mere whisper and a wave of her hand, she had been bending her father, Greg, to her will, transforming him into her obedient servant. The basement became her sanctum, where willing bodies were offered up in ecstatic tribute.

Ruxi lounged on an ornate chair, her lithe body draped in gossamer robes that left little to the imagination. She appraised her new plaything with a hungry gaze, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Approach, my pet,” she purred, crooking a finger at Mark.

The young man hesitated for only a moment before approaching, his eyes wide as he took in the debauched scene before him. Ruxi’s smile widened, and she leaned forward, allowing her robes to slip off her shoulders. “Don’t be shy, darling,” she cooed. “Your father has already enjoyed the fruits of my divine blessing.” Ruxi looked at Mark's father kneeling among her other worshipers who had joined her cult much earlier.

Mark’s gaze was drawn to his father’s haunted eyes, and he felt a thrill of fear mingle with his growing arousal. “Welcome, my child,” Ruxi purred, rising languidly from her seat, letting her own robes slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Mark’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his Mistress - the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every inch of her was a work of sinful art.

“Today, you shall be baptized in a different kind of spirit.” She circled him like a predator, her voice dripping with honey and venom.

She pushed him onto the chair, straddling him with her thighs. She was dripping wet, her folds parting easily around the head of Mark’s cock as she rubbed herself along his length. The sensation was exquisite, and he could not hold back the low groan that tore from his throat.

“Yesss, give in to it,” Ruxi purred, sinking down just an inch on his shaft. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, silky and slick and hot as hell itself. “Let me hear those pretty noises you make.”

She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles. She took him deeper each time, until the head of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb. The pleasure was incredible, almost too much to bear.

But just as Mark thought he might explode, Ruxi lifted herself off completely. His cock throbbed, aching for more of her perfect heat, but she simply smiled cruelly and denied him - over and over again.

She edged him mercilessly, taking him right to the brink before pulling away. She used her hand, her mouth, even the cool leather of the chair to tease him until he was reduced to a babbling, desperate mess.

By the time she finally let him slip back inside her soaked channel, Mark was barely clinging to his sanity by a thread. He bucked up into her wildly, chasing that final peak with everything he had left.

“That’s it,” Ruxi hissed in his ear, sinking down to take every last inch of him. “Give me your seed. Make yourself mine for eternity!”

With a hoarse scream of ecstasy, Mark shattered inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked as he filled her ravenous cunt with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick release. Ruxi moaned in delight, her rippling muscles milking every last drop from his spurting cock, wringing him dry of seed and sanity alike.

As the final waves of his climax crashed over him, Mark felt something deep within himself twist and break. The last shreds of his willpower snapped like twigs under a boot heel. He was lost, drowning in the abyss of Ruxi’s depravity.

When it was done, they collapsed together, bodies still joined intimately. Mark looked up at her dazedly, eyes glazed with worship and submission. Like father like son, his expression now resembled that of his father's, it held no trace of the man he had once been - only a blank, reverent worship for his new mistress and the dark ecstasies she promised. Ruxi smiled, knowing he would obey her every debased whim now. The initiation was complete; another convert secured for her twisted service, body and soul.

“Welcome to your new eternity, my slave,” Ruxi purred, climbing off him and leaving his spent body to slump to the floor at her feet, a trickle of their combined fluids seeping down her leg. “The rituals are just beginning…”

And with that promise - no, with that threat - she turned and walked away, ready to begin the dark work of bending Mark to her will for all the days to come. The initiation was complete, and a new devotee had been welcomed into the service of the flesh.

 

Ruxi - 651

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