Demon's Offer

by Tamara Clay

  “Well, sugar,” he drawled in his Southern accent, “what do you think?”

  Her paralysis lifted and screaming, Sara turned and bolted for the door. In a heartbeat Braeden was standing in front of her, blocking her way. “Oh no sugar, no running away. You agreed to my terms remember. You wanted to escape this life and you will, but you’re mine now, to do with what I see fit. Ain’t that cool?”

  “What are you?” Sara shrieked, shaking in terror.

  Braeden pointed to his horns. “I’d have thought that was obvious sugar. I’m a demon, a demon prince in fact. You’re really very lucky you know.”

  “This isn’t happening,” Sara sobbed. She shook her head resolutely. “This isn’t happening! I’m having a nightmare! You’re not real!”

  Braeden’s eyes narrowed and his claw like hand shot out grabbing her crotch. His fingers and palm were red hot, and he squeezed her pussy through the fabric of the g-string. Sara gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. Very slowly, he ground his hand between her legs, his very touch stimulating her cunt. “That real enough for you sugar?”

  “Stop!” Sara pleaded in a strangled voice. “Please stop!” Waves of orgasmic pleasure shot out across her pelvis and up her spine. She moaned loudly and clutched at his thick wrist. “No! Please stop this!”

  “Stop sugar?” Braeden drawled, his voice cruelly mocking. “We ain’t even started yet.”

  His other hand grabbed her by the throat. She barked in shock, and started gasping for breath. The pressure increased, and it felt like he was crushing her neck. His other hand was still molded round her cunt, and he kept manipulating her making her wet. She tried to cry out, but Braeden’s grip was too tight. For torturously long moments she balanced on a tightrope between pleasure and pain, clawing feebly at the powerful hand around her throat. Her vision began to fade, and a trill of pure terror surged through her as she felt herself beginning to pass out.

  Suddenly, Braeden threw her on to the bed. Free of his strangling grip, she gratefully swallowed huge gulps of air. Her throat burned with each heaving breathe she took, and it felt horribly bruised.

  Blinking away the tears that had gathered in her eyes, she saw Braeden looking down at her. His thick red dick was fully erect, and glistened with pre cum. He circled the tip with his finger, and brought it away sticky. Grabbing her hair with his other hand, he shoved the finger in to her face. She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to yield.

  “Open up sugar,” he said in a patient voice, as if trying to make an unruly toddler eat its food. “Open up for daddy, there’s a good girl.” The finger suddenly started to burn, and she opened her mouth in shock. He shoved it between her moist lips, and she found herself licking up the bitter residue from his dick. The taste woke some deep lustful urge inside her, and she suddenly, desperately wanted more of his seed.

  “That’s a good girl,” he purred. “Sugar you catch on quick. You were wasted as a stripper.” He pulled out his finger, and she stared up at him. His body was truly magnificent, and her cunt was hot and aching to have him inside her.

  As if reading her thoughts, he gave her a cruel smile. “I think you deserve a little treat.”

  “What?” she panted.

  He flicked his hand, and the bed beneath her began to pulse and oozed. She yelped as she sank in to it, and fell on to her back. The bed shifted to fit round the contours of her body, throbbing like an organic living thing. Braeden was grinning savagely as the bed began to bubble, and long thick tendrils emerged out of it, hardening into pulsating tentacles.

  Sara stared without comprehension, suddenly feeling fearful again. She tried to get up but several of the tendrils lashed round her wrists and ankles, forcing her back down. The tendrils round her ankles yanked her legs apart, and a single one rose up in the space between them.

  “No!” she shrieked in panic. “Please no! Someone help me,” she screamed out again, but belatedly realized no one would come. If anyone heard the noise she was making, they wouldn’t come running. This was probably business as usual in the private rooms.

  She quieted down, breathing hard as the tendril weaved and bobbed like some kind of grotesque serpent between her legs. Braeden watched with obvious amusement. He gestured with his hand again, and the tentacle shot forward.

  Sara gritted her teeth at the explosion of pain as the tentacle stabbed her cunt. The pain melted away quickly though, merging in to pleasure. The tentacle buried itself deeper inside her, and began to bulge and expand. She caught her breath as things that felt like nodules sprouted out of the tentacle, and began to tease the sensitive walls of her vagina.

  “Oh God!” she moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Not God, sugar,” Braeden said wickedly. “I represent a much higher power than that old fraud.”

  Sara made a throaty noise, and threw back her head. Inside her body, something that felt like a finger was playing with the rough tissue of her g-spot, while a small eager mouth gave her swelling clit short sharp sucks. The tentacle seemed to know how her body worked, and teased all the right places to give her immense pleasure. It worked her in to a frenzy manipulating erogenous zones she never knew she had. Moans escaped from her mouth, and she began to thrash and writhe, struggling against her bonds.

  “That’s it sugar,” Braeden said approvingly. “Let yourself go. Let go of all the pain, all the guilt. Only then can the healing begin.”

  “No!” she snarled. Despite the heat of arousal coursing through her, she didn’t want to surrender. She didn’t want to be controlled like this. “It’s wrong,” she managed to gasp. “Please stop this!”

  The tentacle wriggled and gyrated inside her, sparking fresh shockwaves of pleasure. “Oh God! No!”

  “Don’t fight it sugar,” Braeden said in a husky voice. His eyes had become glowing slits, and he was watching her intently. He jerked at his bulging cock. “Let yourself go. It’ll make what comes next a hell of a lot easier.”

  She raised her head shakily, wanting to know what he meant. But all her urgent questions fled her jumbled mind as she felt the build-up of orgasm. She tried to fight it, but her body betrayed her, arcing as the tentacle speared her deep. She shuddered as she came.

  She heard Braeden let out a low, husky chuckle. “Oh sugar, that’s beautiful. I knew I’d made the right choice.”

  Sara moaned as the exquisite touch of orgasm seeped through every nerve of her body. She glistened with sweat and burned with the afterglow of intense pleasure. Its job done, the tentacle pulled gently out of her. It left her soaking cunt exposed to Braeden’s hot gaze. The other tentacles retreated, letting her go as the demon clambered on to the bed.

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned, as his hot mouth sank over the folds of her labia. His tongue pressed in to her wet heat, sparking a fresh rush of lust. “Oh no! Stop! Stop!”

  He ignored her, probing around the interior of her vagina. His tongue gave off an intense heat that surged up in to her belly. It seemed to flood her insides, and her breasts began to tingle. The sensation drove her insane, and she caressed them eagerly. Her nipples were hard and aching now, and she plucked at them, crooning to herself.

  Braeden angled his tongue, savoring her moist lips. He played and teased her with expert ease, and his hands reached round to grip her hips. His jagged claws sank in to her tender flesh and she yelped in pain.

  “Oh yes, sugar,” he whispered when he came up for air. “You’re wet and ripe. I’ll make you fucking scream, you little slut.”

  “Yes!” she gasped, giving over to her primal lusts. “I want you inside me. I want you fucking me!”

  “Yeah sugar, you really want it?” he hissed.

  “Yes! Oh Christ yes!”

  “You’re a dirty little slut ain’t ya sugar?”

  “Yes!” she said without reservation.

  “Say it then,” he snarled. His claws scraped along her thighs. “Tell me what a dirty slut you are.”

  “Yes,” she cried out again. “Yes, I’m
a dirty slut!”

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you sugar,” Braeden said, a nasty grin on his face. “That’s what little whores want. You want my dick inside you.”

  “Yes Braeden, I want you. I want you now!”

  “Beg me bitch!” His voice was a guttural growl. It seemed to seethe with hate and lust. “Beg me for my dick!”

  “Please!” Sara panted. “Please fuck me! Please! Please! I want you inside me!”

  “Say you’re a dirty slut,” Braeden demanded. “Say it!”

  “I’m a dirty slut!” Sara cried out. At that moment, she wanted to be a slut. She wanted the demon to fuck her, to use her in any way he saw fit. “I’m your slut,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me please! Destroy me with your demon cock!”

  Braeden held her tightly and forced his weight on top of her. His huge dick pressed against her body, and with his hand he shoved it unerringly in to her lubricated cunt. She clawed at his back as he filled her space. He was amazingly big, stretching the tight walls of her cunt without mercy. She gasped deeply, focusing on taking his meat.

  “That’s it sugar,” he purred in to her ear. “Take it all.”

  His first powerful thrust took her breath away. She moaned as he speared her and he chuckled in to her sweat soaked hair. “Oh yes sugar, you tight little bitch. Take it, take it!”

  His thrusts picked up, he grunted as he fucked her, ramming his meat in to her with savage abandon. His hand came up and clamped round her throat. “You dirty bitch! Dirty fucking bitch! This is what you want!”

  “Yes! Yes!” she snarled, bucking against his powerful body. The pressure round her throat was not as tight as before. It still hurt, but it also sparked a warm pleasurable sensation as she flirted with oblivion.

  “Oh, you dirty little bitch,” Braeden gasped. “Oh yes that’s good. You’re perfect sugar, perfect!”

  He roared like a wild beast as he came. His hot seed gushed in to her, spreading like wildfire through her entire being. She groaned and thrashed as another orgasm ripped through her.

  Braeden’s breath washed over her face and neck, and with a jolt, he pulled out of her. The demon rocked back on his heels and his fingers toyed with the aching morass of her cunt. “You’re still intact sugar, I’m impressed.”

  “That was amazing,” she gasped, feeling genuinely satisfied. Whatever else he might be, Braeden was one hell of an amazing lover.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed sugar. Candy was right. You’re just what I wanted.”

  Sara stared at him. “Candy?”

  “Yes, sugar, me and Candy go way back. When she heard I was looking for a servant she put your name forward.”

  Sara reeled at the revelation. She wasn’t sure if she should feel betrayed or not. Another thought struck her. “So, I’m your servant then?”

  “For the time being,” Braeden replied airily.

  She wanted to ask more, but exhaustion wrapped round her like a blanket. She knew she should mad and afraid, but she wasn't. She felt shockingly content, as if she were finally where she belonged. Sara sank back on to the bed and slipped in to a deep sleep. The last thing she remembered was Braeden stroking her hair, the heat from his skin keeping her warm as his claw-like nails lightly scratched at her scalp.

  Keep reading for the next adventure with Sara and Braeden…

  Demon's Slut

  Sara woke to find the demon eating her pussy. His tongue lapped over her like warm honey, and her body tingled. She looked down at his muscled red body, and felt a deep stirring of lust in her belly. Her nipples hardened and she let out a little moan.

  From between her legs, Braeden looked up at her with his glowing eyes. He carried on with the oral sex, sucking the outer lips of her labia and then the inner in turn. Then he probed deeper, focusing on the roof of her vagina.

  Sara moaned again as he rooted out her pleasure spots. She arched her back, and brought her hand down to stroke his blonde, silky soft hair. His horns brushed against her legs as he licked her.

  “Ah, yes,” she whispered. “Oh, ah, yes!”

  She climaxed within moments, her slender body engulfed in pleasure. It wasn’t the bone juddering orgasms of before, but Braeden knew how to satisfy a woman, and she sank in to a tender afterglow.

  Braeden surfaced from her cunt, and gave her a wide, fang filled grin. “Well sugar, you well rested?”

  “You’re still here,” she said dreamily. “I thought I’d imagined you.”

  “No sugar,” Braeden drawled. “I’m real enough, and so is our agreement.”

  In her mind, Sara replayed the extraordinary events that had happened to her. Braeden had come in to the Devil's Playground, the strip bar where she worked, in the form of a human, and had requested a private dance. She had gone up to the private rooms upstairs to perform for him and he had offered to help her get out of a life of stripping if she agreed to the consequences.

  She'd agreed out of desperation. A year ago, she’d been rich, the daughter of wealthy and prestigious parents, but then she got in trouble and was thrown out of her house without a penny. She’d been destitute and forced to work in the Devil's Playground as a stripper and hated pretty much every minute of it.

  Something had made her open up to Braeden about her problems, and before she knew it, she found herself taking up his offer. Then Braeden had transformed, revealing his true demon form. She’d tried to run away, but he stopped her, forcing her to honor her agreement. Utterly terrified, then uncontrollably aroused she’d submitted to him and they’d had the most amazing fuck of her entire life. Sated and exhausted, she had slipped in to a deep sleep and thought it had all been a figment of her imagination.

  But here she was, still with him in the upstairs room of the Devil's Playground. It wasn’t an illusion, and the implications of the deal she made began to worry her. This was completely insane. She’d never believed demons existed, and now here she was basking in sexual after-glow with one. She had no idea what was expected of her from this point on, but her aching body could testify that he was a rough and brutal lover.

  As if sensing her disquiet, Braeden smiled sweetly and reached up with his clawed hand to fondle her breasts. His touch was warm on her skin, and tingles of sensual pleasure skittered along her spine.

  “Ah sugar, you’re thinking about the agreement ain’t ya, and what it means in real terms.” He still spoke with the rich Southern accent he used in his human form, and it sounded quite incongruous coming from a muscled red demon.

  She looked at him, imagining the fear that must have been in her sultry dark eyes. “Yes,” she said. “Can you blame me?”

  “Oh no sugar, you’re right to be afraid,” Braeden replied unhelpfully. “It’s going to be rough for you from now on. But there’ll be pleasure as well, pleasure and sensation you’ve ever experience in your feeble mortal life. You should feel very lucky indeed. There are many humans who’d kill for the chance of being the lover of a demon.”

  Sara narrowed her eyes. “That’s what I am then? Your lover?”

  Braeden laughed. It was a harsh cawing sound that tore at her nerves. “Don’t get ahead of yourself sugar.” He looked at her breasts and licked his lips. “For the moment you’re my slave, my sex slave. You won’t have to strip any more, which is what you hated. And I’m an awesome fuck as you can testify too, so you’re got yourself a pretty sweet deal.”

  She pursed her pouty lips. “I guess I’m a lucky girl.”

  A cold gleam seemed to enter Braeden’s glowing eyes. “Oh you’re a lucky girl indeed,” he said, his voice becoming low and menacing. “Very lucky, until I get tired of you that is.”

  A chill went through her. “Is that likely?” she said in a faltering voice.

  “Perhaps, perhaps not. Us demons are a pretty capricious lot, but sugar I got to warn you, you got a nice tight little pussy, but I’ve got thousands of years behind me fucking humans and I always get tired of my slaves at some point along the line.”

  Sara
swallowed, not liking where the conversation was going. Despite that she had to ask the obvious killer question. “What happens when you do get tired of me?”

  Braeden didn't answer her. He just sat up and scratched at his large, pendulous balls. “Well r we can’t hang around here forever,” he said briskly. “I’ve got to introduce you to the others.”

  “Others?” Sara echoed, completely perplexed. “What others? You mean other demons?”

  “Well obviously other demons,” Braeden replied drily. “I’m a demon prince remember. I wouldn’t be much of a prince if I didn’t have other demons to lord over. Now though I love your pretty mouth wrapped round my dick, it does annoy me a trifle when irritating words keep coming out of it, so hush up and get on your feet.”

  Sara was stung by his arrogance, but kept her peace. She was his slave now, and not only was she intimidated by his physical presence, but he also commanded supernatural powers as well. He could do whatever he pleased to her, and the last thing she wanted was to piss him off. Without a word, she slipped her aching body off the bed and stood naked before him.

  He sat back, giving her an appraising look. “Well damn, you sure got a gorgeous body, and that cunt smells so sweet. And those tits and ass, sugar you’re perfection. I can’t wait to be inside you again, and I don’t say that often when it comes to humans.”

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  About the Author

  Tam’s imagination has always run away with her. She finally found a way to channel that by writing erotic short stories that are weird, wonderful and super sexy.

  Contact Tam at authortamaraclay@gmail.com

  or visit her website www.TamaraClayErotica.com