The Gate Keeper
By Tilly Rivers
For Drew

She stood tall in front of the concierge.
Was she afraid to be in brimstone’s pitch? To stand in front of the gatekeeper?
No, she marveled in it.
Waited for the opportunity to become the mistress of the under world.
For she would rule here, the same as she had ruled upon the earth above.
Carnal desire drove her--A bodily appetite for the erotic sin spun her blood from warm to hot until she became the essence of that desire, no longer a physical being. She was the mistress of obsession.

She was transcended into flesh eating aphrodisia.

It was what fed her spirit, made her heart dance, her voice sing. An infantile sexuality that went beyond eager, passionate an inordinate.

A sinful desire for the gratification of sexual paradise.

She had finally found home.

She used her body to receive what she wanted when she wanted it. To some that where trapped in their moral rules they would surely judge her a sinner. She supposed as she smiled now, that was why she was standing in front of the gatekeeper of brimstone.

They had no idea what a favour they have bestowed upon her. Her smile widen, was filled with wicked delight as her pussy warmed with hot liquid now pooling between her thighs.


Strange how people on earth had a visual of sprites being ugly and revolting in face and form. Perhaps to help the reputation of what is judged morally right kept their leverage of power.

If they only knew, as she did now, how that was so far from the truth. Bodies made for sinful appetites stimulated your fantasies. Raw. Savage.

Faces beyond earthly handsomeness.

They were sexual gods. A creation to spur denotes of evil desire. Here, you never feared being judged for your sexual longings, your thirst for more or your deepest darkest sexual secrets.

Here, her home now, you were encouraged to let these fantasies rein, not only come to light, but to make them a reality. Experience, explore and drive for more.


The gatekeeper spoke for the first time. “Prove you are worthy of being my mistress.”

Her eyes light with the challenge. “Prove you are worthy of me.”

He took her by the arms, spun her around and slammed her up against the wall. “Do not think you can rule over me.” His voice was soft, tickled the back of her ears and neck.

A direct conflict with his actions which were aggressive, hard. As his body was now pressed into her.

“Rule over you?” she repeated “Rule with you, salaciousness is that which I lust for. Give me what I need and I will give it back ten times over.”

“Only ten? I can have that with anyone.” His hands pushed her tighter into the wall as he placed his finger between her ass. “Why would I settle vixen?”

His words spurred her anger, as he knew they would. She pushed her ass into him “You will regret that statement.”

“Admit I am your master.”

“Admit that right now you are obsessed with thoughts of burying your hard cock, deep and fast into my leaking cunt.”

Taking her skirt between his hands he ripped the material in half. Slowly placing his hand down the crack of her ass until he found her wet hot core. Once again his actions between aggressive animalism and teasing desire sped her passion.

He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “You are such a tempting morsel, a sweet candy. I will make you my slut, begging. Even now you are so responsive, needy, so willing to please me.”

The warm air stirred with the excitement pulling her nipples tight and hard. “I am not the score of earthly boys that have melted on the spot to give you what you want. With me you will beg to be my slut.”

“If I beg, so shall you. You will experience the same sensualism that you pride yourself in taking from your partners. Today, master” she purposely added a sarcastic tinge to the last word “You are about to discover your sexual intellectual partner.”

She thrust her hips back in demand. Arching her back both from the promised pleasure and the purposeful restraint. He pulled the now ragged material from her body before he knelt behind his pretty toy.

Looking up at her arched back, her firm nipples pressed into the warm brick wall her sleek welcoming body and he waited.

She turned slightly to watch him, wanting his tongue inside her pussy folds, licking her wet throbbing center from behind. Did he honestly believe he could make her beg so easily? She lifted her eyebrows in silent challenge.

Leaning into her slowly, gently his lips brushed her leaking wetness. A kiss so light, so soft it tortured as it pleased. Her intake of sharp breath of air fed his vanity.

She was so wet, so hot, placing his tongue just below her pussy he could smell her, taste her sweet juice on the tip of his tongue.

He teased her pussy, her clit. Tasting for the first time the hunger she spoke of, the need to be in her.

She was pure paradise. His tongue tasted her again, he smiled almost certain he heard more of the tiny moans escape her mouth that she tried so desperately to hide.

For the first time in eternity he could not longer hold his restraint. He had to be in her, bury his cock so deep, so hard into her against this wall until he spilled his cum in her.

Filling her with his hot load until it ran down her thighs.

Her ass squirmed, rotated under his mouth. He came up behind her, ramming his cock with one thrust deep into her. His entire body forcefully entered to pull out. Slamming in her, only to pull back out as fast, as hunger.

His thrusts faster frenzied in his need until the two fused on the wall as one creature. Driving his cock in her over and over, she pushed met and demanded more with every thrust.

Was she right? Had he finally met the same level of pleasure with her?

Thought flew from his mind as his cum spilled into her wet hot folds. His mouth came down and he bite the back of her neck, his hands pushed and pulled her body as his seed spilled over and over.

Hot sweet gushes of liquid fire now running over his own balls, down their joined legs, until he thought surely he was spent only to once again gush in her clenching pussy.

His breath was short, panting as he finished spilling in her. She turned, knelt before him, and licked the cum from his body like a kitten being fed her first dish of cream.

She looked up at him, her full lips coated with their cum, her eyes filled with pleasure.

Her tongue snaked out and licked, fed from his balls washing him clean with her mouth, her lips, her tongue until he was hard, mad, with the need to once again fuck her.

Fuck her, until she screamed.

Fuck her until she begged.

What had just happened? Where did the self-indulgent sexual desire go and the craving for equal luxuria begin?

He craved her, a hunger to possess. She was a licentious craving that eternity will never feed.

Her body tingled, wakened and he knew that she too was feeling the same hunger.

The need.

Deprivation.

Starvation to once again be with her, in her, over and over.

She spread her legs wide for him, placed her finger on her clit and massaged his still clinging cum over her pulsing nub. Moaning she looked up at him, invitation, welcome, clear in her eyes.

“Feed me.” She whispered “Feed me your cock as you need to be fed.”

From beds of raging fire, flames of ethereal hunger blazed.


Was she afraid to be in brimstone’s pitch?

A bodily appetite for the erotic sin spun her blood from warm to hot until she became the essence of that desire, no longer a physical being. She was the sexual desire recanted.

Afraid? No, she discovered home.

~~~~~ Tilly Rivers ~~~~~
From Wisteria Moon. Copyright, Tilly Rivers