Published: November 8th 2024, 12:13:35 pm
Lilith’s gift of indulgence was a woman of class, with the most pristine feet Quentin had ever seen. Yinlin emerged from the red and sat with her feet crossed in midair.
Quentin was still reeling from his past excursions, he was too far removed from his terrible encounter with Cassie Cage.
‘That Cheap-shooting bitch’ He thought but quickly realized that thoughts were broadcasted in hell.
Demon Yin smirked, her crystal red eyes fixed on Quentin’s pathetic disposition. “Is that how she got you?” She asked. “A big strong fighter like you?”
Quinten only looked at her- her soft and alluring feet, his mouth was trembling in fear, but salivating with desire.
“I… don’t fight anymore.” he gulped down the excess saliva in his mouth.
Demon Yin curled her lips into a mocking pouty face. “She beat it out of you?”
‘Yes,’ his mind confessed before his mouth could lie.
“And how was that experience?”
‘Humiliating’ again his mind confessed, Quinten was beginning to realize the worst part about being in hell. He could no longer hide the pathetic man that he was.
A tear soaped down his cheek and for the first time in a long time, he spoke his truth.
“I grabbed her.” His voice wavered and demon Yin’s smirk widened.
“And then…” She said.
“I felt her throat she was- I thought she was fragile, but then she hit me in the ribs and they just went numb and I-I don’t- I was in shock. I went down to catch my breath but then she smashed her heel into my balls.” Quinten was shaking. “It got cold, all I remember- she was sitting on me, i think I punched her but she wasn’t there. She punched me in the balls. That bitch!” Quinten Punched the carpet floor.
“Don’t get aggressive, Quinten.” She commanded.
Quinten balled his fists and began to cry. “Then she just kept hitting me, I begged her to stop but she didn’t. It must've been hours, I kept losing my breath and passing out but she just kept hitting me, I had to wake up to her stupid smile and bitchy voice.”
Demon Yin rolled her eyes. “Did you like her feet, Quinten?” she asked.
‘Yes.’ His mind confessed.
“I didn't care about her feet, that’s not my mind!-”
“Don’t lie to me.” She commanded and the room shook, along with the part in Quinten’s psyche that registered barefoot attractive women as a monumental threat to his existence.
“I’m sorry, he buried his face in his hands. I’m so sorry ma’am”
Again, Demon Yin made her face into a pout and caressed his head. She placed her supple feet in front of his face and asked. “Do you like feet Quinten? Is that why she made you cum?”
“Yes,” Quinten confessed.