Demon Lust

By Elizabeth Black

Word count: 500

Victor had summoned Asmodeus, demon of lust, and now he awaited his arrival this Halloween night. Heart racing, his eyes darted at every shadow, fearing yet hoping that the demon would appear.

A muscular arm appeared at the bottom of the bed. Fingers crawling like a spider, the hand inched along his bare leg, raising the hair on his skin. A head and shoulders rose from the foot of the bed, followed by the most deliciously hairy chest that Victor had ever seen. Muscles rippled across the washboard stomach. Sinew wrapped around strong hips and thighs, and sweat glistened on the tanned skin.

Victor’s erection, so huge and purple, begged for the demon’s mouth. The demon leered, baring his teeth, promising release that Victor dared admit that he craved. As if reading his mind, the demon lowered his head to Victor’s dick. Soft lips wrapped around him, sucking on the head. His mouth was like a furnace, wet and hot. Victor’s erection jumped as the demon’s lips and mouth found every sensitive part of his dick, from the head to the base of his shaft. The forked tongue whipped, snakelike, first one way and then the other, and Victor arched his back in ecstasy. Covered with bumps, the tongue danced along his dick, making Victor dig his heels into the mattress. Damn, this is incredible! As plump lips sucked on his head, the tongue moved down his dick and around his balls, one fork around his left ball and the other around his right. That tongue, now reaching beyond eight inches, slid past his balls, down the crack of his ass, and into his anus. Victor’s rectum immediately tightened, feeling every inch of that long tongue, and his heart beat so hard that it hurt. As the tongue entered deeper into his rectum, his orgasm burst so hard that he bucked against the demon’s face. He came in waves, spurting his jizz into the demon’s sucking mouth.

Without thinking, he glanced to his left, and caught his reflection in the bedroom mirror. Rather than a tanned and toned body, he saw a misshapen bull’s head gnaw at his erection as if it were a meat carrot. Horrified, he kicked to get the demon off of him, but Asmodeus pinned him to the bed. The more he kicked, the harder he came, into that maw of rotten teeth and gums. Claws gripped his waist, tearing his flesh. The tongue bore nubs like tiny razors, cutting into his balls and ass, drawing blood. The pain is exquisite! Overcome with agony, Victor came so hard that he passed out.

He awakened at dawn, his entire body wracked with pain. Raw and tender, covered with welts and scratches, his dick felt as if he had sanded it down with gravel. It hurt so badly that he could not wear his boxers. Shadows flickered in the bedroom. Terrified, Victor glanced about his room, seeing nothing, but knowing his fate.

Asmodeus was not done with him.