#devil diviner

Despite the freezing air of the basement, Norman refused to shiver. He stood straight and tall in the demon’s 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 he’d harbored in his mind for so many years now; he was going to have sex with a demon.

“I have summoned you here and bound you to this place,” he said, projecting confidence and assurance.

The demon - which had yet to take a form more substantial that a shadowy cloud of dark space - didn’t respond.

“You cannot leave this basement and if you attempt to harm me in any way you will return to the place you came from,” he continued. “My purpose for bringing you here - ”

“You wish to lay with me,” the demon said.

Norman blinked, surprised at the creature’s voice. It sounded… normal. Low and smooth and with a hint of an accent he couldn’t place, but normal. Like a human’s voice.

He hoped that could change; he’d always imagined something more guttural and threatening.

“Yes,” he said. “I want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck me. You are capable of that, I assume?”

In less time than it took to blink the demon’s 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 demon’s lips even with its mouth closed. A large, lizard-like tail behind it, flicking back and forth like a cat’s 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, it’s voice now just as deep and frightening as Norman had wished for it to be. “If you desire to be fucked, little human, you must earn it. Strip and kneel.”

Norman swallowed, unable to take his eyes off the huge cock. He nearly obeyed immediately.

“I - I summoned you here,” he said again, not quite as impressively as the first time. “You must - ”

The demon chuckled and a tremble ran down Norman’s spine. “I am here, true, and I cannot cross the boundaries you have placed,” it said. “But 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.”

Norman stripped and knelt.

The demon rumbled in approval. “Open your mouth, whore,” it ordered.

no pun intended but HELL yeah

Dark will just rip Norman’s clothes right off him, literally shred and ruin them, if he bothers to really undress him at all. they nearly always fuck on Dark’s desk and Dark is rough. very rough, and selfish too. he doesn’t care if it’s good for Norman as well, he's just using him and honestly Norman loves it. yeah he’s always sore and bruised after, yeah he usually has to take care of himself once Dark finishes and shoves him away, but he adores his demon Master and would never dream of complaining

his favorite days are when Dark calls him into his office early on and has him strip and kneel beside his desk until he’s ready to use him. it’s even better when Dark orders him to stay after the first round and fucks him multiple times throughout the day as he pleases so that by the time Norman is dismissed he can barely limp over to his discarded clothes and dress himself decently enough to wobble off, dripping cum down his thighs and thanking his Master in a strained and exhausted yet still worshipful voice

Norman is sure that with enough faithful service and obedience he can earn the right to be fully owned by Dark; he thinks about it all the time. Dark never thinks about him at all unless he’s fucking him or about to and quite honestly he thinks Norman is pathetic

It’s What He Deserves

a huge, unseeable creature that speaks into his mind as it tears his clothes to shreds and lifts him into the air without even physically touching him. something that he can’t force himself to look at no matter how hard he tries; he can only keep his eyes downcast, locked onto the inhumanly massive cock that has formed from the shadow of its body

the demon laughs at him, calls him a foolish, lustful little human with no inkling of just what his fragile, aroused little body and mind are crying for. it tells him that his dreams and fantasies - it can read them, it knows them all within an instant - are pale and paltry beside the reality of a creature such as it

Norman is shoved fully onto the demon’s cock so fast and so hard he screams; the demon quite enjoys the sound and wastes no time in raising him up to slam him back down again, over and over, using his body like humans use toys and making Norman wail

the demon’s cock is massive, impossibly so, and it’s only by the demon’s power that Norman isn’t destroyed by it. as it is, the throbbing, pulsing length fills him so much he can’t even breath and Norman feels like he’s being fucked by fire. his entire body burns with pain he craves more and more of and he writhes with joy and agony in the demon’s grasp

Norman has no idea how long the demon fucks him; it might have been all night long, it might have been for weeks. he loses his sanity and forgets everything but the demon, who he calls Master. his mind only returns to him when the demon cums, flooding his insides and making him howl as the demon fucks him through it, cumming more with each thrust until Norman is sure he’s going to break apart

the demon drops him in the puddle of cum that had gushed back out of him, naked and shaking and dirtied down to his very soul. it forms a clawed fingertip and traces down the length of his hard, aching cock just hard enough to sting. he hadn’t cum while the demon had used him, he hadn’t been allowed, but now he’s crying out and cumming so hard his vision goes dark and he faints to the sound of the demon’s pleased laughter

he wakes up in his bed, naked but clean and alone with no demonic Master in sight. he looks at his cock and sees a line of white running along the top side of it from base to tip, like some strange birthmark. he strokes a finger over it and feels heat rise in him and hears his Master’s voice within his mind, mockingly asking if he’s truly such a whore that he’d beg for his Master’s attention again so soon

he’s been given a mark and a means of calling for his Master, he understands. he’s sold himself and been claimed for eternity

Master, he asks. how may I worship you?

mmm, you certainly make a good argument ;)

rough but completely controlled, speaking in that smooth voice of his even as his breath hitches. downright masterful in the way he chooses just the right words, the ones that will make his partner whimper and whine. delighting in how they fall apart beneath him, reduced to bucking and moaning shamelessly as he brings them to the edge and pushes them over with a smug little twitch of his lips