Sometimes I hate being a demon. Countless millennia spent tormenting, various hauntings, and even being summoned by mortals in search of something “greater” can be a bit boring. Don’t get me wrong, I cherish their screams. From the sulphur pits to the converted skeptics, their screams and wails are music to my ears. It’s just so… repetitive? Mundane? Something seems to be missing, no matter the misery inflicted. Perhaps they’re not the only ones being tormented.
Another day, another few souls tossed into my pit. I almost roll my eyes as they fall into my domain. Humans, they’re so tedious. Their sins brought them here, one way or another. Yet they always plead for mercy or forgiveness, as if I’m capable of either. I’m often left wondering what would happen if I just let them go. Maybe I’d end up suffering tortures far merciless than them, maybe I’d be exiled from the pit I generally call home. Maybe nothing would happen, and I’d be left in absolute boredom. I’m practically lost in thought while starting in on the new souls, when the soft glow of a summoning illuminates around me. A chuckle breaks from my mouth as I wave menacingly to the confused people before me. Little break for us all, I think just before I vanish.
Every summon is different. As an entity without corporeal form, it’s up to the summoner and specific enchantment to determine my manifestation into the physical realm. Sometimes it’s as a slightly altered human, sometimes as a misshapen beast, sometimes they screw the whole thing up and I’m just a disembodied voice. I burn into existence in what looks like a small storage room. No one is around, which is unusual, so I take some time to look at myself. My feet are hooved, legs similar to a bull though there are only two this time. I appear to have the chest of a man, but more hairy and inexplicably muscled. Four strong arms extend from my torso, instead of the typical two. More hair covers those appendages, and three fingers/one thumb sprout from each hand. Two reach up to my head, feeling the coarse hairs along a snout and face, two horns emerging from either side of my head.
Seems like I’ve been summoned as a four armed minotaur. But where is the witch or warlock? Such a form typically requires a fair amount of magic, always fun to wipe the smirk off their face when they realize they’re not as powerful as they think. I look down at the floor beneath me. A crude sigil has spread across the floor, apparently by accident. Some bags look to have fallen from a couple of shelves, their contents spilling across the floor in just the right pattern. Or, perhaps pushed around haphazardly by someone as they tried to clean? A broom against one wall looks to have been used recently, but who would have whispered the incantation to bring me here, like this?
I didn’t have to wait long for the pieces to fall together. A young woman came back into the storeroom, a bandage on one arm, her blood could have helped trigger the summon. She took one look at me, screamed a profanity in latin (possibly another ingredient), and tried to go back through the door. In her panic, she slammed the door shut before she could get through. She murmured something, this time in english. Something about “locks from the outside,” and her struggles at the handle seemed to confirm it.
She slowly turned back to me, pressing herself hard against the door to stay as far from me as possible. I laughed quietly at the pitiful display, then took a deep breath. The pheromones filling the small room were intoxicating. Either she was wearing a very unfortunate perfume, or she was ‘in heat,’ as they say, as well as something else. A stirring below my waist made me take another look down, and even I was surprised to see such a large phallus growing between my legs. I couldn’t help but marvel at it; about half the length of a horse’s and just as much girth, but formed similar to that of a human, complete with rough veins along the shaft. The woman groaned against the door, her hand still at the knob. Her eyes focused on my now full erection, worry spread across her features.
The spell was surprisingly strong, and I was unable to move from the circle. She would have to give me a command, or permission to leave for me to do much of anything, and neither option seemed likely. I’d probably have to trick her somehow. An idea strikes, a way out. I’d have to be subtle, and choose my words carefully, any command she gives in return would have to be followed to the letter.
“Hello,” I started, figuring a simple greeting may help me get what I want. She cut me off in the best possible way before I could continue.
“Fuck me, it can talk!” It wasn’t a command, so much as a surprised exclamation, but that was all I needed. I took a step forward, melon sized testicles swinging between my legs, hungry grin across my face.
“Stop!” she shouted just before I could get out of the circle. I walked into a barrier, bouncing back to the center with a grimace. Lucky girl, I thought scornfully. She looked at me with just a little less fear after seeing my inability to escape the accidental circle.
“Are you trapped in there?” she asked. I said nothing, but leveled an angry glare onto her. “A-answer me!” she said with shaky confidence.
I was unable to refuse, “Yes.” It came out quickly, but hopefully at least a bit threatening.
Realization dawned on her, “And you must do as I say?”
“Yes,” I replied. No use in fighting it now, she seems to at least partially understand the situation.
She looked at me thoughtfully, tension easing from her body. “What would you do if you weren’t stuck?” she inquired.
The smile returned to my face, and I began stroking my erect shaft with one hand. “I’d stuff this into you, and fuck you over and against every surface I could find.”
I could smell the lust flooding her veins, the growing arousal building between her legs. Some sort of fluid had begun leaking from the tip of my cock, beading up then drooling down to the floor. Her breath quickened, and I watched hungrily as she lost control. She sent an arm to the wall, hand flicking off the light. Probably didn’t want to see what was about to happen, or think about with whom/what it was happening. She fumbled around with her clothes in the darkness, but I could see everything.
Her messy shirt came up and over her head, her ponytail flopping onto her bare back as it fell free, the shirt falling to the floor just outside my circle. Her shoes were next, kicked off over by the wall and the door behind her. Light streamed in under the door until her pants fell down her legs and found themselves bunched up on the floor in front of the door. She slipped out of her bra and panties with ease, her slinger form eager to be naked with this well endowed creature. Her breasts were small but perky, and she had an ass most humans must have considered appealing. It jiggled slightly as she blindly walked towards me. She had long legs, and must have been near six feet tall, but was hopelessly dwarfed by my eight foot frame.
She reached a hand out uncertainly for me, whispering “Don’t hurt me.” My cock shrunk a bit in my hand, retreating from it’s massive size down to something a bit more reasonable. It was closer to eight inches, with a width she could almost wrap her fingers around. I grunted in disappointment, the situation completely turning in her favor. Her hand touched my chest, and she smiled nervously in the dark. She hesitated for a moment, seeming to search for the right words, “Pleasure me,” she finally said in the old latin.
I lifted her from the ground, spreading her legs around me with each of the hands of my lower arms, another hand on either side of her torso. Her hands rested against my chest, and she bit her lower lip nervously as her eyes met mine. I brought her warm pussy close, the bulbous head of my cock rubbing against her slick lips. She moaned softly at the touch, then groaned as her parted lips found themselves spread around my cock. It slowly entered, her vulva and inner walls struggling to stretch around me. I could feel a slight resistance hardly an inch or two inside, and was forced to stop.
She looked at me lustily, but confused as to why I halted, then looked down between our bodies. There was still another six inches of exposed meat ready to slide inside, and she wanted it all. “Give it to me,” she instructed hungrily, her legs wrapping behind me. I may have filled in a few blanks myself, out of desire and possibly some level of resentment. My hips surged forward as I slammed her down onto me, my cock fully buried in her silky depths. A quick gasp escaped her lips, and she looked to be struggling to take a breath.
I smiled again, pleased to have silenced her for a moment, and pulled back again before she could give a contradictory command. I pulled out almost all the way to the head, my bared cock coated in her nectar as well as a small amount of blood. The smile broadened further as my shaft once again filled the former virgin woman, eager to fill her with my seed. The tingling/constricting feeling at my balls suggested my climax was close, and I couldn’t wait to pump her womb full. She began moaning louder and louder as I fucked into her, my thrusting relentless yet dedicated to her pleasure over mine. Each thrust bringing us both closer to release, but my own orgasm was suddenly called into question.
What if she finishes first, and makes us stop? The thought bubbled up and enraged me. I would simply have to try to cum first. My hands brought her down, grasping her peach shaped ass as I kept myself fully sheathed. I gyrated my hips into her, delighting in the way her inner tightness massaged every inch of my buried cock. She moaned as well, her face pressed against my chest. My orgasm was approaching, but this maneuver seemed to be doing the same for her. Her fingers dug into my chest, legs tightening behind me. I pulled out, then plunged back in. She groaned against me, moans getting deeper as my thrusting became more rhythmic.
If I couldn’t cum before her, I thought, then I’ll just have to fill her during her own orgasm. I slapped her round ass firmly with one hand as I continued thrusting into her, her scream like music to my ears. Her head pulled from my chest, dangling in the air as her back arched. I kept up the pace as her body spasmed in my hands, her legs locking behind my back. I could almost swear that her insides were constricting around me, practically milking my cock. It was as though her body was desperate for it, begging to be filled to overflowing, a plea I was happy to oblige.
My orgasm struck suddenly and without abandon. Thick ropes of semen pulsed up and out of my cock, spurting against the quivering opening of her womb. I kept my throbbing shaft completely buried as it pumped more and more warm seed into her. Her climaxing body reacted wonderfully to the sudden warm sensation, seeming to increase in ferocity. Her spasming folds worked along my length, draining every last drop into her. She brought her head up, looking me in the eyes as she rocked her body against me. This mortal woman, completely consumed by lust and desire, rode my pulsing cock of her own accord. I groaned as she worked more and more of my seed into herself, then began thrusting once more.
We fucked through our mutual orgasm, hers outlasting mine for just a few blissful moments. My legs began feeling weak, and I found myself laying in the circle with her still straddling me. She continued riding, my softening erection growing hard once again without ever leaving her hungry pussy. My hands explored the petite body atop me as she rose and fell along my shaft. Two hands found themselves groping her ass, the other two ran up and down her slight curves. They played with her small, hardened nipples, grasped her firm breasts, playfully constricted her airway, and caressed her face. She continued riding to and through another of her own orgasms, then succumbed to exhaustion. I propped her up through another orgasm, and continued surging my hips into hers until another of my own erupted.
She collapsed onto me as my cock throbbed another potent load into her depths. Her pussy convulsed around me, aiding me in my attempt to breed. Every seed coating her insides searched out her innermost sanctum, and any egg awaiting fertilization. I never considered the possibility, but was happy to try impregnating a mortal woman. As it turned out, she would be willing and able to try again and again.
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