“Ho hik,” she muttered, spitting all over herself and his shaft. The second ridge pushed past her teeth and the first ridge past her tonsils. She felt him touching the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex, but it no longer mattered. She had found her happy place, her sweet spot, the moment where she had full control over her body. How many times had she spit roasted herself with her bizarre dildos, trained herself to take an odd cock deep in her throat, come violently enough that she left bite marks in one of her toys? This was the real deal, and she was determined to experience it to the fullest.
“That’s my girl,” Oliver said, watching in amusement while Beth forced her head forward. Beth adjusted, allowing his dick to move just a bit farther down her throat, her fingers tracing circles on the third ridge of his boner. She pushed his pants even farther down, seeking out his scrotum only to discover a large, fleshy pouch with a pair of giant testicles inside.
Beth pumped the demon with her hand, gargling on his shaft. Oliver sighed with pleasure, petting the back of her head, his long fingers stroking her neck. Her jaw hurt, forced ever wider, but she didn’t care. She swallowed, her throat closing around the tip of his shaft, waves of heat washing over her when Oliver moaned. Those pulses hit her in the gut, stoking the fire she had already built, pushing her to the limit.
“You are something else,” he told her. She felt him tense up, so she pulled herself off his dick, his magnificent member shining with drool. A long line of spittle trailed from the tip of it to her mouth, and as much as she wanted to continue, she had a game to win.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” he said.
“No, you told me to blow you. Not to completion, I may add. And the last thing I want is to find out that eating your cum counts as food in this place.”
Oliver laughed. “You are a tricky one! For the record, my sexual fluids are safe to eat.” He winked at her. “In this place is a reflecting pool. The person who left spoke the words of magic at the pool and then fell into it. By this process, they were able to leave this place.”
“What are the magic words that I need to speak at the reflecting pool?” Beth asked, licking her lips. Oliver was breathing heavily through his nose, his yellow eyes practically sparkling. He may have been a powerful demon, but in this moment, he was just another horny man.
“Fuck me.” Oliver undid his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His legs were covered in the same fur, and his knees bent in the wrong direction. As he stepped out of his pants, Beth’s eyes widened at the cloven hooves on the ends of his legs.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Beth spread her legs, running her fingers across her swollen clit. She could feel the heat of her cunt, practically steaming now from the fire within. Sucking Oliver’s dick had been amazing, and the thought of fitting it inside her now consumed her. “How do you want me?”
“Like this.” Oliver pushed her backward, her legs pointing at the sky. Grabbing onto her thighs, he used one hand to place the head of his cock against her pussy, rubbing her labia with slow, lazy circles.
“Oh, God, please,” Beth moaned.
“Shh.” Oliver leaned forward to place a finger against her lips. “That word is off-limits here.” He ran his fingers down her throat, squeezing one of her breasts through the fabric of her gown. “Aren’t you worried it isn’t going to fit? Aren’t you scared? A little terrified?”
“Don’t you fucking stop.” Beth hunched forward, grabbing Oliver by the hips. His hair was coarse between her fingers, and she grabbed a handful of it on both sides. “Now are you a man or a monster?”
“Once I start, don’t you dare think about quitting,” Oliver warned. The red hue of his face was darkening, and his eyes narrowed to a pair of angry slits.
“Shut up and fuck me!” She pulled him into her. His cock forced her pussy wide, then slid in beyond the initial ridge. She felt him swelling up inside of her, his hot breath on her stomach. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she moved him even farther, gasping as the next ridge stretched her wide. Grunting, she used her hands and her legs to force him deeper still, moaning in delight when she passed the third ridge.
Oliver grinned, his sharp teeth on display from ear to ear. “You really are a freak, aren’t you?”
Beth nodded, rolling her hips in lazy circles, savoring the sensation of his thick ridges on the inner walls of her vagina. His dick flexed, coiling up like a snake and pushing against her G-spot. He was hot inside of her, the heat almost unbearable, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the weird shape of his cock, the stiff hair between her fingers, and the large, glowing horns on his head.
Glowing? Beth stared in awe as Oliver’s visage sharpened. He grabbed onto her hips, holding her in place as he pulled himself out of her by one ridge. Beth arched her back, clutching her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could as Oliver pushed his way forward, ever deeper into her. The air filled with his growl, a terrifying sound that made her think of a symphony of predators, each one lending a voice to the chorus.
His fingers clutched her even harder, his dark nails growing into sharp talons. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His skin shifted, something beneath the surface fighting its way to the top.
Oliver opened his mouth, his long tongue unrolling, his teeth lengthening into points. Sharp fingers clutched at her hips, and Oliver growled when he thrust into her again.
“Ow!” Beth felt a surge of pain, followed by an immediate surge of lust. The pain was momentary, but the feel of his body pushing against hers was her panacea, her reason for living, letting this being have its way with her.
Oliver pulled out again, this time yanking himself free to the second ridge.
“Ow, fuck!” Beth’s stomach clenched, her pussy spasmed, and when Oliver thrust himself back in, she screamed, grabbing at his forearms. Her first orgasm was a wave of fire, blasting itself across her body and down her legs. Bouncing off her feet, the fire met once more where she and Oliver were joined, and he thrust himself into her again, sending a second wave of pleasure through her.
He growled again, and Beth heard a ripping noise. Oliver’s skin had split in several places, and his torso was expanding. His glowing horns grew larger, curving toward one another, his demon form coming to the surface. They locked eyes, and Beth immediately realized that most of the humanity was gone from those cruel yellow eyes of his.
“Keep going,” she begged. “Keep going, keep going, for the love of…just, please.”
Oliver growled, his whole body shifting once more. He stood taller now, and he was lifting her off the couch, holding her hips in the air. Her back was permanently arched, and he was thrusting himself deep inside of her, grunting loudly while he pounded her.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” Beth’s eyes rolled up in her head, and her vision darkened. Putting her hands behind her, she grabbed a few cushions to raise her upper body so that she wasn’t hanging upside down. Oliver’s fingers now scratched at her skin, leaving behind long, shallow furrows on her thighs. He was breathing heavily, and she watched in awe as a pair of large black wings unfurled behind him like giant sails. His face was now dark, soaking up the light of the little garden, his eyes blazing with inner fire. His skin was hot to the touch, and Beth could do little else but hold on, clutching at any part of him that was cool enough: his fur, his skin, his hands.
Inspiration came. Using her arms as leverage, Beth threw herself forward and grabbed Oliver’s horns. They were long and thick enough now that she was able to lift her upper body, causing her to sink down farther than ever onto the thick shaft of his expanding cock.
“You fucking monster,” she said, her cheeks burning with heat. His eyes widened in surprise as she thrust herself against him, both of them now pushing into each other, the ridges popping free and back in, his breath and his skin hot, his claws sharp.
Oliver grabbed onto her ass and thrust into he
r, moving deeper than ever. Burying himself in her cunt, he opened his fanged mouth wide and roared. When he came, the feeling of his sticky, hot cum caused her legs to spasm, her own orgasm building. She rode him hard, feeling a second load fill her, her already full pussy spraying the couch with demon sperm. It was hot and red like fire, staining her legs and the cushion beneath her. The warmth flooded throughout her pelvis, her whole body suddenly ablaze with pleasure.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” She forced herself onto him, tipping him over. His wings expanded, and they crashed against the couch, nearly knocking it over. Beth’s orgasm caused her stomach to tense up, and she slid her hands from Oliver’s horns to his neck. The muscles beneath her hands felt like iron, but she squeezed them anyway, as if attempting to choke the life from him. She doubted that she could hurt him, and the look of pleasant surprise on the demon’s face only fueled the lust inside her core. She let out a loud roar of her own, spraying his face in her spit, her whole body a giant spring that was now uncoiling. Her roars of lust escalated into a scream of pleasure as the heat of his cum traveled the length of her body. Letting go of Oliver’s neck, she fell over backward, gasping for air.
Oliver sat up, leaning over her, his teeth bared like an angry dog. Panting, he pulled his cock free of her, sliding slowly out of her sloppy, wet hole. He let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with delight and menace.
“Ixiar tobish anuit,” he told her. “Those are the words you must speak at the reflecting pool before falling in.”
“Then I will speak those words,” Beth whispered, her throat sore from screaming. She stuck her fingers inside of herself and pushed out his cum, rubbing it across her pussy in lazy circles. Oliver sat back on his haunches, his wings folding into his body. His fierce musculature faded away as he shrank, the monster disappearing back into the half man.
“Allow me to help you,” Oliver said, holding out a hand. Beth took it, pulling herself up into a seated position. More cum spilled free of her, soaking the cushions beneath her. Staring at the mess they had made, Beth looked at Oliver, who was once more back in his clothes, a sly grin on his face.
“I don’t have to worry about demon babies, do I?” she asked.
Oliver laughed. “You are of far more use to me without the burden of children.”
“You assume I lost?”
“We shall see,” Oliver told her. Standing, he helped her to rise. “I will take you to the reflecting pool, and the result of our game will become clear to us both.”
“You tricked me somehow,” Beth said, pulling her panties back on. “That was way easier than I thought it would be.” Her labia were sore, and her crotch was hot with the demon’s seed, but her inner fire had finally been sated. Fucking a demon had been different from anything she had ever expected, and she would do it again in a heartbeat.
“If you say so. Follow me.” Oliver held her hand, leading her away from the gazebo. He walked slow, often pausing to admire some piece of topiary or a statue. She realized it was probably part of the game, the part where he revealed his master plan, that he had trapped her in this place forever. Several emotions went through her mind: wonder, worry, and even regret. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew. Maybe her ploy had failed.
Then again, maybe she had done everything right.
He led her through the hedges, and they turned the corner on a large reflecting pool. Surrounding it were several statues of fish, crab, and other assorted sea creatures. The pool was about ten feet long and four feet wide, and the sky was perfectly reflected in it.
“Here you are,” Oliver told her. He had no reflection in the pond—it was as if she stood all by herself.
“Here is where we figure out who wins and who loses.” Beth smiled at Oliver. “I hope you have found my time here…amusing.”
“Indeed I have.” Oliver raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently.
“Oliver?” A stray thought had occurred to her, and she just had to know.
“Yes?”
“If you were ever freed from this place, what would you do?”
Oliver smiled. “Great and terrible things. From humanity’s point of view, it is best that I remain here for all eternity.”
“I see.” Beth frowned. She had been secretly hoping that the demon was redeemable, more than just a terrible monster waiting to be unleashed on the world. It broke her heart a little that he wasn’t. “That’s too bad.”
She stood before the pond, gazing at her reflection. She could see the claw marks on her legs, the damp spot on her crotch, even the fiery cum running down her thighs. She was a hot, sexy mess, and the sight was turning her on.
“Do you remember when you asked me what kinds of dreams I had?” Beth asked.
“I do.” Oliver was watching her, anticipation written across his face. The skin around his eyes was crinkled, his face like a little boy about to open a birthday present.
“It meant you don’t know everything. Not unless you’re asked first.”
Oliver’s smile faltered. “Oh?”
“That’s right.” Beth winked at him. “You don’t know something until it’s asked. For example, am I about to leave?”
He froze for a moment, his eyes flashing. His face twisted in anger, and smoke emanated from his nostrils, forming tiny, curling wisps that rose into the air and vanished. Beneath his feet, a shadow formed and stretched into something monstrous, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
“How? I saw you lick the wine off your finger like the stupid bitch that you are!”
Relief flooded through her, and she flipped him off, knowing he could no longer hurt her. “I licked this finger, asshole.”
“What manner of woman are you?” demanded the demon, his features shifting.
“I’m the best fucking estate agent you will ever meet. Ixiar tobish anuit,” Beth said, careful to pronounce it correctly. She stepped forward and hopped into the reflecting pool. Passing through its surface, she fell into the reflected sky, moving up past the clouds. She heard a roar of rage from below, Oliver now trapped on the other side as she spiraled toward the tunnel in the sky. Crawling higher and higher, her ascent wasn’t slowing. She fell faster and faster, the air rushing past her ears, her nightgown billowing around her as she tumbled in circles. The mirrored surface of her room appeared at first as a bright light at the end of a long tunnel, growing closer in a hurry. She closed her eyes just before impact, and the mirrored surface caught her like a giant net, stretching to capacity as she passed back into the mortal realm.
Just when she thought the mirror would launch her back into Oliver’s realm, it shattered, filling her bedroom with shards of glass. Beth carefully moved around her room, grabbing blankets off her bed and using them to sweep away the shattered glass. The dim light of dawn was creeping through her window, and she dressed as quickly as she could, throwing on a pair of leggings and a blouse. Moving toward the door, she picked up a pair of sneakers. Her purse, cell phone, and briefcase were all gone, and she had an idea of where they could be.
She needed to get to Mike’s house, to warn him. Maybe he could tell her what was going on.
Opening up the door to her apartment, she was surprised to see Lily, the intern, standing there, one hand ready to knock.
“What are you doing here?” Beth asked.
“Um, I stopped by to…” Lily’s nostrils flared, and Beth heard her sniff the air. “You just fucked a demon, didn’t you?”
Beth’s eyes narrowed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Lily shook her head. “Don’t bother. I know that smell better than anything. When I saw you leave this morning, I could tell it wasn’t you.”
“You could? How? When did you see me leave?”
“A few minutes ago. I came to see if you were dead, and I’m glad to see that you aren’t. C’mon!�
� Lily grabbed Beth by the hand. “We have to get to Mike before they do!”
“Before who does?”
Lily pulled Beth behind her. “I’ll tell you on the way, c’mon!” Lily bypassed the elevator, taking Beth into the stairwell. They moved quickly, the clacking sound of Lily’s heels thunderously loud in the confined space. They emerged in the parking garage, where Beth’s fears were confirmed.
“They took my car,” she said, staring at the empty spot where it should have been.
“Don’t worry about it,” Lily told her, running over to a sporty sedan. Lily looked around the parking garage, finally locking eyes with Beth. “And yes, I’ll explain this too.”
“Explain what?” Beth’s jaw dropped when a long black scorpion’s tale appeared behind the intern, whipping back and forth briefly before striking the rear driver’s side window. The glass exploded, and the tail vanished as Lily stuck her hand through the gap to unlock the car. She slid into the driver’s seat before grabbing hold of the ignition and tearing it off to reveal the wires underneath.
“I’ll drive,” Lily informed her, touching the wires together and starting the car.
“How?” Beth asked, running to the passenger’s side. How was Lily able to do all this? What was she?
“Let’s just say I have spent far too much time with some very bad people. You learn things.” Without even looking in the rearview mirror, Lily backed up the car, tires squealing as she drove to the exit. Entering the busy road, she looked over at Beth, and a pair of horns sprouted from her forehead as her appearance rippled. She turned into a celebrity first, then Beth, and then back into herself.
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