Kinktober Day 5: Demon Fucking
Despite the freezing air of the basement, Norman refused to shiver. He stood straight and tall in the demonās presence, showing no hint of the fear and excitement that hummed beneath his skin.
He knew what he was doing, he told himself. This would go as planned. Everything would be fine. Everything would be better than fine. He was going to realize the dream heād harbored in his mind for so many years now; he was going to have sex with a demon.
āI have summoned you here and bound you to this place,ā he said, projecting confidence and assurance.
The demon - which had yet to take a form more substantial that a shadowy cloud of dark space - didnāt respond.
āYou cannot leave this basement and if you attempt to harm me in any way you will return to the place you came from,ā he continued. āMy purpose for bringing you here - ā
āYou wish to lay with me,ā the demon said.
Norman blinked, surprised at the creatureās voice. It sounded⦠normal. Low and smooth and with a hint of an accent he couldnāt place, but normal. Like a humanās voice.
He hoped that could change; heād always imagined something more guttural and threatening.
āYes,ā he said. āI want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck me. You are capable of that, I assume?ā
In less time than it took to blink the demonās body became solid and its newly-visible mouth tilted up into an indulgent smile. Norman had to stifle a gasp as he drank in the sight now before him.
It was a vision straight out of his many, many fantasies.
Skin like the space between stars, jet-black and covered in patches that shone almost wetly, like water or freshly-spilled blood. Clawed hands that looked truly incapable of anything resembling gentleness and razor-sharp fangs so long they jutted out from between the demonās lips even with its mouth closed. A large, lizard-like tail behind it, flicking back and forth like a catās would and looking more than strong and dexterous enough to wrap around him and keep him pinned. Shining horns that grew from its temples and curled back beautifully. Eyes with no whites, dark red and glimmering cruelly.
And an enormous, hard, dripping cock between its legs.
The demon spoke again, itās voice now just as deep and frightening as Norman had wished for it to be. āIf you desire to be fucked, little human, you must earn it. Strip and kneel.ā
Norman swallowed, unable to take his eyes off the huge cock. He nearly obeyed immediately.
āI - I summoned you here,ā he said again, not quite as impressively as the first time. āYou must - ā
The demon chuckled and a tremble ran down Normanās spine. āI am here, true, and I cannot cross the boundaries you have placed,ā it said. āBut I am under no obligation to simply give you the pleasure you crave. As I said: you must earn it. I can see your mind, pathetic thing; you will do anything for this. Do not bother with meaningless attempts at control. I know what you desire. Strip and kneel.ā
Norman stripped and knelt.
The demon rumbled in approval. āOpen your mouth, whore,ā it ordered.
Shivering and overflowing with arousal, his own much smaller cock throbbing, Norman opened his mouth.











