Sleep escaped me on that night. My mind couldn’t be still. It tossed and turned and thought of things that you only really think of when things feel off somehow.
Am I going to lose my health? What if my teeth fall out? What if my hair falls off? What if I lose my arms and legs? What if I am framed for murder? What if they give me the chair? What if I discover that you are still completely conscious after death and I’m put into my grave and buried “alive” and I have to spend the rest of eternity in this state of trying to sleep but never being able to find it? What if that’s what is happening right now? I sit in bed and stand completely still thinking of these awful questions. I might actually just be dead. This might actually be what death is.
I sat up in my bed and turned on the light. I looked down at my hands. “I’ve never seen a dead body turn on a light and look at itself before.” I thought. That would suggest I am not dead.
It’s probably for the best that dead bodies don’t look at themselves. Can’t imagine seeing yourself rot away and turning to dirt being very enjoyable.
“I’m being anxious”, I said to myself. “I need to try to relax”.
I got out of bed and stretched, reaching my arms to the ceiling and then touching my toes. With my hands grasping my feet and my head peeking through the crack in my legs I saw Charlie’s shirt under my bed. I thought I’d thrown all his stuff out.
I reached under and picked it up. It still smelled like him. It still had a hole on the elbow. He’d tripped and scuffed it. “So clumsy” I whispered and smirked.
I wonder if he’s still tripping and falling over himself now? I wonder if someone else cleans up his scrapes? “Let someone else take care him” I said out loud and threw the shirt in my hamper. Why didn’t I throw it away? You shouldn’t throw away clothes is why. That’s such a waste. And it still smells like him…
I tossed and turned but something just felt wrong. Beyond the normal “feeling wrong”. Something felt absolutely awful.
My head was being anxious. I’d found my ex’s clothes. Things were wrong but they felt almost just putrid. There was some unknown extra orah of filth. Something that went along with the mood but took it so much further.
I scanned my little room and in the corner saw a dark figure. I couldn’t quite make it out. Was my mind making this? Was I in sleep paralysis? “I am” I thought, “that’s how I know that it is looking right at me.”
The figure took a step forward, emerging from his shadows. It was the Devil, completely naked. His skin flowed between rivers of red and black, as if someone had painted him with blood and ink. His arms were thick and veiny; his bicep nearly the size of my head. He stood on hooves which left chard burns under them as he walked. Above his brow were horns so long the tips cut into the ceiling. None of that was nearly as noteworthy, though, as his throbbing cock. It was the largest most erect cock my eyes had ever seen. All along it were pulsating veins and at its base there sat five or six claw like fingers.
Why are there claw like fingers on Satan’s cock? Does he grab onto people when he fucks them? Would that feel nice to be grabbed and helled there by them while he’s inside you?
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, split like a snake. He licked his lips and then spoke, with a voice of thunder,
“Let me smash”
“Please leave” I replied.
His brow curled “You’re restless right? Let me enter into your bed and you will know sleep tonight.”
“I don’t want to sleep if it means you’re gonna fuck me, Satan.”
This upset him. He paced to the side of my bed and leaned over, letting me smell his burning musk. It reminded me of Charlie. Maybe he’d burned Charlie and covered himself in the ashes? The thought made me laugh a bit; quickly returning to a cold “get out of my bedroom Satan” demeanor.
But even still I couldn’t help but look over his demon cock hovering above me. It was so close. If I wanted to I could just reach up and rub it. If I wanted to.
“Let me smash fam. Then you can sleep.” He told me.
Maybe he had killed Charlie. Maybe Charlie was in Hell and Satan was here as part of his eternal punishment or something. If he could see me right now would that make him jealous? Could he see me right now?
I couldn’t believe what I did next. My hand reached up and rubbed the head of Lucifer’s beautiful long thick dick.
“I’ll be able to sleep?” I asked.
He nodded and threw my blanket aside. He grabbed my pajama top and ripped it in two leaving my breasts naked and vulnerable. He rubbed my boobs, slowly crawling into bed with me. His split tongue licked me in two places at once. My nipple and my breast. My breast and my shoulder. My shoulder and my neck. My neck and my cheek. My lips. We kissed and it danced inside my mouth.
“Be gentle” I pleaded to lost ears.
The claw-like-appendages around the base of his cock grabbed my pajama bottoms and, with ease, tore them to shreds. He positioned himself in between me. I felt him enter in. He was so massive. I started to worry a bit about any internal damage.
He covered every inch inside me as he pulled me down onto himself. I felt it pulsating. Throbbing. I really couldn’t help but moan. It felt so fucking good having the master of all evil pushing and pulling himself into me.
But it really was just because I wanted to sleep. After all I wouldn’t *actually* enjoy fucking Satan. I wouldn’t actually want his big clawed cock inside me. His giant hands grabbing hold of me and forcing me still while he pushed himself in and out. I wouldn’t want to feel his red-black skin rub against my nude vulnerable bare body. I didn’t actually want to sleep with Satan. I was just trying to sleep.
He turned me over and let himself into me from the back, doggystyle. One of the claws found its way into my asshole. It slid in and out almost playfully. Could sex with Satan be playful? Wait was I actually having sex with Satan? Is the prince of darkness stretching out both of my holes. I screamed and moaned from the intense pleasure. It was so wrong. I couldn’t actually be doing this.
He laughed as he thrust in and out of me, using another claw finger to rub against my clit.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He asked me.
He leaned down and whispered into my ear “You want me to cum inside you don’t you?”
I was on the verge of climax. Let Satan cum inside me though? Oh god but it was so hot. What am I thinking? I can’t let Lucifer the Devil cum inside me? I need to kick him off. I need to stop this. “I’m going to tell him to stop”, I thought.
“Cum inside me! Please cum inside my fucking pussy!” I said.
I felt him start to furiously pulsate. Was this him starting to cum? Did I actually just let Satan cum inside of me?
The thought of evil itself spewing into my cunt absolutely pushed me over the edge. I writhed and squirmed, squirting on his mancock as he let himself go, into me. I felt it spew out. It was so warm. This was so wrong. But it really was wrong…
I could feel his cum move around inside me. It felt like it was… crawling.
“What is this?” I asked him. I saw the most heinous smirk pass along his cheeks.
“*You* told me to cum inside you”
I looked down and to my horror there were spiders crawling out of my cooch. They ate their way inside me and began to gnaw away my intestines. I screamed out. I felt them eat my flesh.
Lucifer smiled and his demon tongue slithered out from behind his lips. He extended it out onto my body and began licking up my blood and drinking it in front of me. The spiders had worked a path up to my throat and they began to spill out of my mouth. I tried to squirm and move but Satan pushed me down, holding me there.
His cock rested on my body as spiders crawled in and out of me. It was so big. Jesus Christ Spiders are crawling out of me and I’m still thinking about his dick?
I looked down and saw the spiders taking off chunks flesh from my rib cage. In just minutes they’d taken enough from me that I could see my lungs underneath. A few of them tore a hole and were filling up my airways. They filled my whole body. I saw one right on top of my face. It took a piece of my nose and thought about going inside but decided instead to crawl up into my eyeball. I felt it push under my eyelids and force its way to the back of my skull. Two or three joined him, crawling inside my eyes.
Satan laughed and laughed. “You enjoying yourself now?” He asked me.
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