Jensen smiled with the memory of his humane time. Devil, he missed the Dark Ages. He himself had been one powerful and feared Duke, who lived and ruled in England. He was worshipped by his followers and feared by the common people, ladies of all Europe came running to him with their legs opened and have the chance to be fucked by the most handsome leader to ever exist. Their words, not Jensen’s, even though he knew very well that was true. Jensen had fought in wars for territory, for religion and political matters but he really didn’t care about the details, he loved the power to be able to take a man’s life from it’s body. He enjoyed the sound of pierced flesh and the feeling of the hot liquid leaking from the wound and wetting his hands. While he fought, he selected those with the most pleasant type of blood to bath later.

Jensen was an expert in selecting his victims. He had to take them alive, so he never injured them to death, only to immobilize them for enough time so that his slaves, always fighting by his side, could take them and storage the prisoners in his tent. Jensen liked the bodies fresh, he believed that the flow of emotions, the fear, pain and desperation only made the blood thicker and more nutritional. He liked to bleed them himself, to look into their eyes and watch as their consciousness and life were drained from their useless body. Their meat was rotten and filled with all the crap they had put in their mouths, but it was good enough to feed his dogs. Jensen would only feed on the flesh of the women who were stupid enough to think they actually had a chance to charm him.

Jensen used to hate women when he was human, but now he could find his pleasure in their bodies as well. When you become a demon, there’s no such thing as “sexuality”, like the modern people called it. It only existed attraction and pleasure. He could fuck a pig if the animal had any pleasant features and women were usually prettier than animals. But human Jensen had fucked only young boys at his time, nothing else could make his dick work like watching a teenage boy being fucked from behind while covered in blood. They didn’t have much say on how they liked things or how they wanted to be fucked, because they usually ended up in Jensen’s bloodbath too. Human Jensen didn’t have a heart, just like demon Jensen.

Jensen’s time as a ruler lasted for 30 years. Those were fun, violent years and Jensen had loved his life. But not more than he loved his currently existence as a demon. He killed, tortured, raped for a long time but he was just tired of life, tired of the same men, the same ridiculous wars. The blood of their enemies was tasteless and no young body could inspire any arousal on him. So he decided to take his life. He believed in Satan, he believed in hell and he was sure he would be welcomed.

He was not wrong. For five hundred years he had been tortured by demons, ugly and cruel beings who had to take any spare of humanity out of him, not like Jensen had any, but he didn’t fight, he didn’t complain. To be tortured was a different experience than what he was used to, protected by his money and power, no man could ever have touched him while he was alive. Then, he had relished on the pain and he had actually discovered how good it could feel. It was a shame that his old victims didn’t valued the gift Jensen had given them. He endured the punishment, he deserved it and he knew he would collect his rewards for being a good prisoner. And he had.

Jensen had gone through torture for a millennium but after that, he had earned the right to torture his own souls. He held the whip for the first time and his cock got hard immediately, his first victim was waiting for him and he took his time with the first one, wanted to show how good he was, how much he had learned. He would never forget the feeling when the whip first touched the already flayed skin, his dick got hard just remembering it. He tortured the man for two days and after he fucked his unconscious body, it was the best orgasm of his life. It happened that when you become a demon, even the pleasure was increased. Being human was just so limiting, it’s pathetic.

He tortured souls for another five hundred years and in the course of those years, he could feel the changes happening to his body. For a long time, he had had the strange feeling of hollowness, his soul was changing and he could feel absolutely nothing, not even pleasure. He kept the working and doubled the cruelness in his tortures, looking for that amazing sensation every time he harmed another soul, but he felt nothing. It didn’t last long and slowly he felt his body being possessed by some other thing, it occupied every cell of his material body with a dark energy and a need for destruction. He had finally become a demon, his eyes changed and he could see everything on his own terms with shades of red and black, he could see inside his victims, know their weak spots, read their needs and his imagination was all kinds of wicked. Jensen had been thrilled to tried out his new abilities and he did.

His blood bath was ready for him. He step inside the warm liquid and it stick to his skin, penetrating the cells. He dived in the blood and thanked the fact he didn’t need to breathe anymore. It was a special occasion, he needed to be prepared. Jensen would go back to Earth for the first time as a demon. .

He knew things were different up there, he had learned a lot with the new souls that kept arriving, even more than before. However the world worked now, he knew things were fun if so many people were sent to hell. He was going to walk around and follow the scent of sin and depravation, he knew those were the best ways to find souls to collect. He had only one mission: make deals and fuck things up a little.

His dick was hard again from excitement, incredible how often that happened. He didn’t bother going back to the surface, he took his cock in his hand and caressed the head with his thumb. The touch sent a shot of arousal to his being and he stroked it hard, violently. He enjoyed the mixture of pain and pleasure so fucking much there was no difference between them anymore. The blood was the perfect lubricant and it created a thick layer between his hand and his dick, every stroke of his hands brought a wonderful feeling. He opened his eyes and saw only red in front of him, passion and pain. Fuck, it was good to be a demon.

His cock got harder, his balls tightened and a feeling on what used to be his stomach warned him his orgasm was close. One, two, three strokes and he was coming hard and it was different from his orgasms as a human. The magnitude of his pleasure was something a human body couldn’t endure, a fire exploded inside of him and his body shook with tremors that took away any rational thought from his head. Jensen was an animal, driven by his most basic instincts. He wanted to get out and bite and fuck, eat everything the world could feed him and he definitely would.

He stood up and walked out of the blood pool. The blood dripped from his hair to his face and he licked his lips, flavoring the coppery taste of innocent’s blood. His naked body was covered in red, his still hard dick accentuated by the dark color. Jensen imagined he made quite a stunning picture as he was, he couldn’t wait to fuck a human with his demonic body, couldn’t wait to take his pleasure out of their body before ripping out their throat.

It was going to be a good night.