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Demon's Gift Part 2
Chapter 1
"Fuck..." Pierce moaned as a tendril coiled up the steel rod of his manhood.
"Do you want me, Pierce?" the voice—the demon's actual voice—whispered into his ear. "Do you want my body? We have so much time now. So much time to play..."
He writhed; moaning as the shadows moved up and down his shaft, stroking him, sliding like wet silk along his length. He struggled against this force he didn't understand. Didn't like. Didn't want. But the sensations were too good—too intense.
"Oooh, Pierce..." the voice cooed. "You really should stop pretending you don't want this. It was your will that let me in. Your magic. Your desire." The slippery shadows swirled and spun along his length, pleasuring it in a way he never thought possible. They slid over his thighs. His chest. His neck.
"You tricked me!" he moaned. "This wasn't me. I didn't want this, I didn't want to be your toy—aaah!"
His hips bucked as his orgasm rose. The warm bands of shadow moved quickly, like liquid snakes along his cock. One rose and slid its tip over the head of his member, and Pierce let out a low groan as it softly sucked and teased his head and frenulum. It was too much; he came hard, spurting gouts of sticky cum up into the milking, sucking tendril. The demon's laugh was like soft velvet in his ears as his hips bucked spasmed through the unreal pleasure.
"I see everything inside you, Pierce. Know every dirty secret. Every dark desire. You can't lie to me."
Pierce collapsed back into the pillows; panting, sweating, exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm. His cock still throbbed in the shadowy, milking tendrils, but the pleasure was fading—leaving behind a dull ache of longing.
He lay there for several moments, chest rising and falling with slow breaths. When he opened his eyes, the demon was there before him in flesh made manifest. Her pale skin was like the moonlight, her lips the color of blood. Her eyes glimmered like gold, and her long, dark hair fell in silky sheets across her shoulders.
She leaned over him; her breasts swaying with the movement. The sight of them sent a jolt of desire through his body. He felt his cock twitch, growing hard again under her grinning countenance.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, moving to slide his cock back and forth along her slick entrance. "What do we have to do, Pierce? What do we have to do to get you to finally let go?"
He groaned; feeling her slick passage like velvet on his cock. "I won't," he breathed. "I'm not giving in to you."
"Is that so?" she purred. She moved forward—and his cock slid deep into her hot, slippery cunt.
He cried out as her pussy gripped his cock with powerful suction, squeezing it like a fist. "We can do this forever," she whispered, her lips trailing kisses up his neck before stopping above his ear. "We can be together forever. I can grant you everything your mind desires. If you just give in."
Pierce grunted as her hot cunt squeezed his cock again. He grabbed her hands with both hips, forcing her still. "I know you need me," he hissed, pushing her up to stare into her golden eyes. "Otherwise you would have just kept feeding on me. You twisted my mind into this. What is it you want from all this?"
She laughed, grabbing his wrists and pinning him to the bed while she fucked him. "I want to play in this world, Pierce. I'm tired of feeding on dreams." She rocked her hips back and forth on him, murmuring in molten delight as she licked and kissed him, more shadows rising from her aura to tease and caress his flesh. "With my demonic power and your psychic will," she said, her voice thick with pleasure, "we could take whatever we wanted. Make whatever we wanted. This world could be our playground."
She slammed down on him, her hips grinding against his; the pleasure like a wave of fire in his loins. "But first, aaah," she said, her voice rising to a shriek of pleasure as she came on him. "First, you have to give in, Pierce. You have to, haah, to submit to your desires..."
"I don't care what you've done to me," Pierce growled, reaching as deep as he could to gather up what will he had left of his own. "I'm not letting you run free in this world."
He grabbed onto the demon, not with his hands, but with his mind. Weakened though he was from the dark pleasures she had subjected him to, he still had enough of his own will—enough of his own strength—to hold her.
The demon let out a cry as he mentally latched onto her. She looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, her grin only widening. "If you're trying to make this less fun, you're failing horribly..."
Pierce sneered, and with all the exertion he could manage, drew her form back within him. She dissolved away before his eyes, falling into him like a shadow; the darkness of her being spreading throughout his body. He was still aware of himself; aware of his own mind, his own will. But he was also aware of her. All of her.
He could feel the demon nestle inside him like a warm blanket, pleased and pleasured.
You deserve a break, anyway, after all that trying to be good...
Her voice purred in his mind, tickling his thoughts with dark pleasures just by its existence.
And anyway, like I said, we have all the time in the world...
***
For a long time, Pierce lay there, staring at the ceiling. The dark pleasure of the demon's presence inside him was like a burning brand. Like a dark sliver inside his soul. Like a curse he could never escape.
Barely able to move, Pierce finally pulled himself up from his sweat soaked bed. He went to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand over his flushed faced and stared into his bloodshot. His heart pound in his ears, and could feel his chest heaving with each low breath. And despite it all, his cock was still hard and throbbing.
It took a long, freezing shower to calm his body down and bring him back to some state or normalcy. It worked. Eventually. When he stepped out, cold and shivering, he checked his email and messages for the first time since the demon had taken up residence inside him.
There were a few work emails. Requests for meetings, notification of broken computer, that sort of thing. There was one message form the Sarah Joy—the lovely librarian he had agreed to go out on a date with.
I've not seen you at work work the past few days, it read. Are you OK?
Pierce blanched. Had it been days? How long had Azela kept him cocooned inside her dark hunger?
He wrote back; telling her he was fine, and that he would be in to work that morning. He knew that if he didn't come in to work soon, things would seem suspicious. It wouldn't take long before questions arose that he couldn't answer.
He stared out his bedroom door into the living room, tracing the burned lines from the spell running across the floor and walls from. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Speaking of unanswered questions...
He walked over to the burned in circle, finding the book of rituals there on the floor. He picked it up; turning it over in his hands. He could feel the demon—could feel her power like a dark cloud around him, permeating the room. His psychically attuned senses and her demonic power mingled inside his head.
Which was probably the whole point, he thought, shaking his head.
He paged through the book, noting the parts of the ritual he had inadvertently used to bind Azela into him. There had to be a way of fixing this. If he had done it, he could undo it. He could fix her treachery. Fix himself.
He heard a dark chuckle deep within the recesses of his own mind and felt a sneer creep up his lips.
"Shut up," he said, clapping the book closed.
Chapter 2
"Hey, Amanda," he said, tentatively approaching the counter. "Where's Blake?"
"Hung over," Amanda said with a grin. "I'm covering for him. Not that he'd need it. It's deader than dead this morning."
Pierce hid his concern. He had hoped to find Blake. Not that he minded seeing Amanda, it was that he knew he wasn't the only one inside his head who was looking at her. He felt Azela's presence; the demon's lustful thoughts, like dark waves, washing over him. He felt his own desires swirl in with them, enhanced and empowered by them.
Amanda was wearing a black skirt with a tight white top, and Pierce could see her nipples through the material. He forced himself to look away. "You, uh, the only one working this morning?"
The goth girl yawned. "Yep. Lucky me got to open this place all on my own." She grinned. "Why? Need help finding more spooky books?"
Pierce cleared his throat, doing his best to focus his mind. "That would depend... do you have any?"
Amanda considered this, then shrugged. "Probably. The boss gets some weird shit at estate sales and stuff. I'd have to look out in back. Can't do it now, though." She drew a circle with her fingers, gesturing around her. "Gotta man the shop, you know?"
Pierce could feel the demon's power welling in him, forcing him to gather his own power to push it down. He could feel her mischievous will pressing against his own.
I'm not playing with you right now, he said inwardly.
But there's so much fun to be had... came the silky reply as her dark energies gently—but unyieldingly—pushed against him.
He looked back at Amanda. "Actually, do you think you could? It'd be a huge favor to me." He did the best to keep the strain out of his voice. "I could, uh, watch things out here while you did.”
Amanda gave him an appraising look. Pierce ran his arm along his scalp, masking a long breath as a sigh. He felt the urge inside him to use his own power. To push on her mind and just make her do the thing needed from her.
Shaking, he pushed away the thought. That wasn't him. He could feel Azela teasing the psychic bonds holding her, seeking even the slightest gap to slip through.
"All right," she said a little shrug. "Do you know how to work the machines back here?"
He looked at the goth girl. "Do you?"
She snorted. "Fair point."
He watched her walk off towards rows of shelves leading to the back. His eyes widened as several shadowy tendrils snaked out from the darkness, sliding after her.
"No," he hissed, clamping down on Azela's will, causing the tendrils to dissipate. "Leave her alone."
He leaned back against the bar and letting out a slow breath. It was taking so much mental effort to constrain the succubus.
"Or what?" her voice rose in the air, a gentle whisper in his ear.
"Please, leave her alone," he sighed.
He felt his will finally slip, and with a soft shimmer in the air, Azela materialized before him. Her smooth, slender fingers ran down his arms, her large, bare breasts resting on his chest. Silky black hair brushed against his neck, her full, red lips pressing into his.
Pierce closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss—feeling her soft lips part and her tongue slide against his own. He could feel the demon's desire like a fiery brand against his soul.
"Oooh, Pierce. How about we play a little game," she said, her breath hot and sweet. Her hand slid down to find his erection straining against the fabric of his slacks.
He tried to say "no," but all that came out was a soft moan.
"I think you'll enjoy it," she teased, squeezing his manhood gently. "Here are the rules: if you can make me cum with this before she gets back, I'll be good the whole rest of the day..."
Pierce's body was on fire. His willpower, wholly spent on constraining the demon as long as he did, was now helpless to resist. He moaned into the kiss; feeling his hips arch up, pushing into her hand. He could feel the demon's lust like a dark haze around him, seeping into his mind and body, driving him wild.
He could feel her shadows running over his body, under his clothes. Felt them nimbly undo his belt and pop open the button on his pants. "See... I can be good," she murmured as the dark extensions of her will slid his pants down his legs.
"There's nothing good about you," he panted.
Her hand wrapped around his hard cock; stroking it slowly, feeling him twitch with need—and her eyes locked on his face like a serpent. She pressed forward, running his glans back and forth along her glistening slit. "You're wrong," she intoned, her smile revealing a row of radiant white teeth. "Let me show you what's good about me."
Azela's tendrils slipped between his legs; caressing his balls and ass as she guided his cock into her pussy. "So good you can never get enough of it..." she moaned. "Feel my heat, Pierce, feel how wet I am..."
Pierce's eyes fluttered as the demon's power surged into him. He felt like he was drowning in lust, felt her dark desire pushing him towards a cliff edge; threatening to drag him over the lip of his sanity.
"Oh yes," she cooed, wrapping her legs around him, holding him in place. "This is what's good about me. This is what's positively magnificent."
Pierce moaned as his hips bucked into her of their own accord. It was too good; the pleasure so intense it was scary. His mind reeled from it, even as the demon moved her cunt slowly back and forth onto his shaft.
In the haze of inhuman pleasure, he could only think, What have I done... what have I released into this world...
"Your dream, Pierce," she giggled, and began to fuck him in earnest.
His eyes clenched shut as he pushed himself deeper into her. It was like a wet wall of bottomless delight, feeling better and better each time he sank into it.
With a start, his eyes snapped open, remembering the game the demon was playing at. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulled her towards him till his cock full filled her. "Fine. You want to cum, demon?"
"I live for it," she giggled with delight, then moaned, "Fuck me... Fuck me like you know you want to!"
Pierce grit his teeth; holding onto the succubus with all his might as he fucked her like a madman. His hands clenched her waist; his hips slammed against her with every thrust—each one driving the demon's cunt down around his cock like a gripping, velvet fist.
Azela's moans grew louder and louder as the demon's pleasure swelled around him—as her orgasm rose and crashed over him like a tidal wave. Her power surged through him as he came, making his mind reel in the ecstasy exuding from her.
He felt the demon's shadows release him from her control as she fell to the floor, panting. "Sooo goood," she moaned.
"That's right," he said as he looked down at her, his throbbing cock dripping with her juices. "Now you're going to keep your end of the deal. You're not going to try anything the rest of the day!"
Her glowing, golden eyes gazed into his, her parted lips curling into a smile as sweet as sin. "Why would I do that? You lost."
"What? No, I di—"
It was only then he thought to look over to see Amanda, her eyes wide in shock. The book she had returned with fell from her hands to smack on the ground, falling open as it did.
The demon licked her lips. "And now, she gets to join the fun..."
***
Amanda, her lip trembling with fear, seemed to recognize the meaning in the demon's silken words. She dashed towards the door. The demon laughed, the dark tendrils flooding out from her aura to grab and restrain the girl like entwining snakes.
She cried and struggled against the slick, silky extensions of her will, but they were too fast, too nimble, and too numerous. They caught her wrists; pulling them behind her back—pinning her to the wall like a butterfly.
"Ahhh, you're just too cute to pass up," Azela said, smiling at Amanda.
"Please—no—no—" Amanda begged as she writhed in the grip of the tendrils. "Please don't hurt me!"
"Oh, don't worry, dear. Pain is the last thing I'm going to subject you to." The tendrils lifted the girl closer. "And with lovely Pierce's power to tap into, we have such wonderful things to try!"
"No!" Pierce cried, but he could already feel the demon's will sliding around him. He tried to stop her. To deny her his power, but his strength had already spent, his mind helpless but to comply.
Azela grinned; running her fingers down his cheek. "Don't worry, my sweet. I've already got your power—all you have to do now is watch."
"No," he gasped, but he felt Azela already using his psychic abilities to take hold of Amanda's mind. Her back arched as the demon pressed in on her thoughts. Pierce could feel her resist, but she was untrained, inexperienced, and he was so, so much more powerful. She fought defiantly against the power invading her mind, but the combined power was too great. In mere seconds, her mind's defenses popped like a soap bubble, and the demon's will flooded the slender goth girl's psyche.
Amanda's eyes rolled back in her head; her body shuddered—her lips opening to moan as the demon played with her mind.
"Ahhhhh," she murmured happily, "Such a lovely mind. So wry. So witty. So... pliable."
Pierce watched in horror as Azela's tendril's slipping into the girl's form. Moving from the physical to something else, something deeper. Into her very being. He could sense them moving inside her; writhing and wriggling and spurting the succubus's dark essence into Amanda's mind.
"I used your lovely body in Pierce's dream to fuck with. Pulled your aspects from his memories. From his fantasies..."
Azela walked up to the moaning, convulsing goth girl, running her hand up the girl's leg as the dark tendrils tore her clothes from her, ripping the fabric of her skirt, panties, and shirt as if it were as insubstantial as cotton candy.
"In the Astral, I used you as a fuck toy to play with my lovely Pierce. Why should it be any different in the Material?"
Pierce shook his head, trying not to watch, trying not to feel, but the demon was using his mind. His mind, and her corrupting power. Azela's tendrils pushed deeper into Amanda, past her mind, and into her very core. Her very soul. The demon's tendrils spilled their dark, lusting corruption inside her.
"Oh god!" Amanda cried. "What's happening? Why do I feel so... so..."
Pierce could feel her; her soul, her mind, all of her—torn apart. Reshaped. Perverted. Corrupted.
"Goood......"
He couldn't help but watch as the succubus worked her will on the girl. Her moans had stopped being dreadful, becoming instead low, plaintive, and dripping with twisted pleasure. Her body bucked and writhed with steadily increasing eagerness as the dark tendrils teased and pleasured her flesh.
The demon made the girl cum with a thought. Made her cum again and again and again. Her screams of ecstasy were unnatural. Unearthly. "Submit to my pleasure, slave," Azela said, smiling wide. "Submit and become my puppet."
"Yeessss... Fuck yessss.... Anything, just... just don't stop! Make this... aaah... make this pleasure last forever!"
The demon chuckled as she groped Amanda's breast. "Nothing lasts forever, slave. But as long as you're obedient, you'll get more than your fill."
In the end, it was Pierce who gave out first. The demon's strain on his and her abilities both was just too much. He could feel the tendrils—fully spent after emptying themselves inside Amanda's psyche—draw out of her. As they did, everything went gray as he passed from consciousness.
In the blurry haze of exhaustion, Pierce could hear Amanda's deep, pleasured moans as Azela's changes solidified inside her. Faint dread filled him in that dark place. What had the demon done? What had he helped her do?
He tried to push back up from the blackness. Tried to raise himself again. When he did, it wasn't because he had regained his strength; it was because he could feel something hot, and wet, and soft slide down over his still hard cock.
Pierce moaned, opening his eyes to ass Amanda grinning down at him as she slowly rode his manhood, taking his meaty length into her tight, dripping wet pussy, its thin lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
"Amanda! No—"
"Shhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "No sense fighting it now. Your demon showed me how good this is. How fucking good your cock is!"
She forced herself down fully, bottoming out on him with a gasp, her pussy squeezing tightly around him like a vise. "Oh god, Pierce," she moaned; her voice shaking as she moved herself up and down, slowly, sensuously, savoring the feel of his shaft buried inside her.
Pierce groaned, looking down as she slowly rode his shaft, her perky tits—silver metal bars piercing the nipples of both—bouncing in time with the movements of her hips. With a desperate gasp, he looked up in her blue eyes. "You... you have to, aah, you have to get a grip, Amanda! You're still you. I can see it in your eyes."
She laughed and slammed down hard with a thick, wet sound. "Don't get too hopeful, cowboy." She bopped his nose as she rose and fell again. "She—fuck—she knows you like my adorable little personality, so she made sure it stayed put before breaking everything else inside."
She pressed her forehead against Pierce's, that same sly grin on her face that she always had. "So I'm still me, except all I want to do is... Obey your naughty little demon... And fuck."
"No," he hissed, trying to withstand the maddening pleasure of the girl's hot, wet cunt. "That's... that can't be it. There's more there, I know it—!"
His orgasm came as a surprise, and Amanda let out a low, throaty moan as his cock erupted, sending spurts of hot cum up inside her. He was too weak to stop it; too weak to even move. All he could do was grit his teeth and ride it out.
Finally, Amanda rose, giggling as the slick slurry of his cum and her juices oozed and dripped out of her. "Sooo much. Makes me wonder why didn't you fuck me sooner, Pierce?"
"It wasn't... it wasn't like that," he said, his voice weak from his exertions.
She chuckled. "Then why did you have so many fantasies about me?"
He shook his head. "Just because... just because I fantasized about you, didn't mean I wanted this..."
Her body slick with sweat and their mixture of fluids, she stood, her a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "You have a funny way of showing it, bucko. If this isn't what you want, you might want to talk to your demon."
Pierce ran a hand over his likewise moistened face. "Trust me, I've been trying." He paused, looking around. "Where is she?"
"Search me," Amanda said, standing over the tattered ruins of her clothes, poking them with her toe. "Back inside you? I think it took it out of both of you, breaking my mind me the way you two did."
"I didn't..." Pierce trailed off, staring at her as she stood with her hands on her hips staring at her ruined attire. "Clothes?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "This might be a bit of a problem."
Pierce sighed, casting aside the greater concerns for the immediate one. He searched for his discarded coat, finding splayed out on the floor. He fetched it and handed it to her. Amanda took it, smiling as she slipped it on. It fell to her hips, just barely covering her naughty parts.
"How do I look?" she said, striking a pose. "Think the customers will notice?"
Pierce stared at her. "This is really insane."
"You're complaining to the wrong person. I'm just the fuck puppet, remember?"
"Stop calling yourself tha—"
Before he could finish, Amanda leaned forward, kissing him on the nose. Still smirking, she said, "Aren't you supposed to be at work now?"
Pierce looked down at his watch. Groaning when he realized he was already an hour late for work.
***
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