Feature Writer: BeltBuckle
Feature Title: DEMON’S CRAVING 3
Published: 10.02.2021
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: A homophobic foreman loses his virginity to a sleep demon
Demon’s Craving 3
Three rich servings of potent cum… Normally, that would be more than enough for the devious sleep demon. His hunger was satisfied and he felt as energized as he always was after a good meal. He was almost ready to leave the Miller house for the night.
Almost.
Just as he was about to look for the safest way out, he heard footsteps. Angry footsteps, coming from the floor above. He looked up and sniffed. No doubt about it… there was still some unreleased sexual energy left in this house.
Tenzurr gave it a thought for a minute. Each milking was, in a way, dangerous for him. If he messed up and his target caught a hunch about what happened, they could involve a local priest. And that was a rather unpleasant affair for the demon.
Still, his curiosity ran wild. William F. Miller was an older man, but as virile and hotheaded as if he was twenty years younger. Tenzurr smelled anger, secrets… and desire.
After a minute, Tenzurr smiled to himself and disappeared into the shadows. He decided that perhaps he still had some room for dessert.
The oldest member of the Miller family, William Franklin Miller, was a widower in his fifties. Time has been fairly gratuitous to him – only a few gray hairs, just a handful of wrinkles here and there, and he still kept his handsome face. Women of his age group – and perhaps even some younger ones – would surely be interested in him, if only he could control his temper. William never seemed to be happy. He was grumpy on a good day and out-of-control pissed on a bad one. Not particularly violent or anything like that, but scary enough to drive people away.
Nobody was able to figure out what exactly made William such a hothead. Except for Tenzurr. He knew from the first second what the man needed to calm down.
William worked as a foreman at a local construction site. The workers there seemed to be the only ones who were able to somehow get along with his temperament. He was a respected boss and a fairly good leader – most of the time when he wasn’t shouting at somebody over something insignificant.
The incident that happened earlier that day was one of those incidents.
“Stupid fuckin’ little fairy,” William grunted to himself as he circled the room for the twentieth time, reaching for his bottle of whisky, “Got me all riled up, that pansy-ass bastard.”
He sipped some of his favorite drink, but it didn’t help. He kept thinking about the new rookie they had on the site. A young, twenty-something-year-old fellow who everyone called Julian. Everyone except William – he called him “pretty boy”, always using a tone that implied that the nickname wasn’t a compliment.
Julian was, for lack of a better word, a beefcake, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Rather than a real construction worker, he resembled a construction worker you’d see in a cheesy porn flick. His long, black hair was tied in a ponytail. His eyes and his devilish smirk could seduce almost anyone with the right look. And his olive skin, chiseled muscles, and the fact that he liked to show a lot of his skin only amplified that.
Given the rumors about his sexual prowess with women, Julian was very popular among the others from the construction crew. Just about everyone wanted to hang out with him, have beers with him after work or just to be considered his friend. Everyone except William.
William only hired Julian out of necessity – the crew was short on men and there weren’t many who applied for the position. He disliked the boy ever since he first laid eyes on him. He didn’t like anything about Julian. For starters, he didn’t like any man with long hair, period. Someone like that was automatically a hippie or a pansy for him. Another thing that bothered him about Julian was his smug attitude.
Julian didn’t look like it, but he had very tough skin. Even when William was shouting at him, the boy only laughed it off and turned it into a joke, usually at William’s expense. He still did his job, eventually, but William could sense that other men were starting to be like him, respecting William less and less with every day.
It all came to a climax that day, where William got into a huge fight with Julian because the boy pierced his ear and wore an earring to work. William hated earrings on men, but what irritated him even more was the fact that it was just another obvious attempt to undermine his authority.
“You can turn your ass around and head over to the club two streets away,” he stopped Julian the moment he saw Julian walking around with that thing, “Heard they’re more open to guys that choose to dress… that way.”
“Really?” Julian was quick with a remark, and never lost the smile on his face, “Thanks for the educated tip, Will! You must go there a lot.”
A couple workers in their vicinity chuckled at that. William already started going red in the face.
“I FUCKING dare you to take that tone again with me, boy!” he shouted, “And for the LAST time, it’s MR. MILLER to you!”
“Why?” Julian wanted to know, still smiling, “Everyone else calls you like that.”
“You’re not everyone else!” William pointed his finger at Julian and then turned it to the earring, “And take that thing off! It’s against the safety regulations!”
“Um, is it, Will?” one of the workers, Vincent, joined the conversation, “I mean, that only applies if it’s dangling, or something, right? That way it could get caught into something. Julian’s more like a button, seems pretty safe.”
William slowly turned to Vincent. Of course, the big, bald meathead suddenly had something to say! The guy could barely count to a hundred, but all of a sudden, he was an expert on workplace safety! A while ago he was one of William’s favorite employees – always obedient, always reliable, too dumb to question any orders that William gave him. But since he started hanging out with Julian, he started talking back more and more.
“Did I ask you a question, Vincent?” he asked in his trademark, menacing whisper. Vincent quickly got the right idea and promptly left the conversation, which made William feel more confident.
“I am going for a break now,” he said as he turned back to Julian, “And if I see you wearing that thing when I come back, I swear to god, boy, you won’t be able to sit on your ass for a week!”
“Oh, lord! What are you gonna do to it, Will?” Julian mocked him, “Are you gonna use a trick or two that they taught you in that club you mentioned?”
Most of the crew gathered around to witness that conversation at that point, and all of them absolutely lost it at Julian’s comment, laughing their assess off. William looked around, confused and angrier than ever. Julian bested him.
“EVERYONE, BACK TO WORK!” he shouted so loudly that it echoed through the unfinished walls of the building in construction, “RIGHT! NOW!”
That shout seemed to work for the moment, but William could see on the faces of his men that he was starting to lose their respect. He marched away with anger, and couldn’t shake that anger off even now, late at night.
Usually, a glass or two of his favorite whisky calmed him down from almost anything – but not that night. No matter what he did to make himself forget, he kept seeing Julian’s stupid face in front of his eyes, laughing at him and undermining him. He circled around the room, trying to calm his thoughts.
Tenzurr watched William’s process through the keyhole of William’s bedroom door. His supernatural smell told him a lot about William. He was angry, that much was obvious. What was less obvious though were some other feelings fueling the anger inside William. Over the centuries, Tenzurr grew very familiar with the mind of male humans, and he knew exactly what was going on.
William always screamed at everyone around him, because he was insecure about control. As long as everyone around him was obedient, he was happy – on the outside. But deep down, the anger was covering up something that was so repressed, that William didn’t even know about it. He never thought much about his feelings, and he never tried to experiment in the bedroom. He wasn’t aware of who he was and what he wanted. But those desires were still in him, agitating him, pushing him to be the obnoxious, homophobic brute that he was.
Tenzurr decided to help William that night, and feed on him in the process.
“Damn that fucker…” William muttered to himself, “Even got me to stay up late, just to think about him.”
The man sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was starting to get a headache from thinking about the day. Maybe he just needed some rest. Yes, a good night’s sleep would for sure make everything much clearer.
He undressed to only a pair of loose boxers. He was a piece of a man – a beer belly, a pair of broad shoulders, thick thighs and body hair everywhere. His thick cock hung between his legs, unattended for an unhealthy amount of time. Tenzurr knew that despite the man’s age, William had lots and lots to give.
William turned off the lights and crawled into his king-sized bed. He kicked the sheets away, as usual, and rolled around a couple of times before finally drifting off to sleep. With only a thin piece of clothing covering him, he couldn’t have been an easier target for Tenzurr.
The sleep demon crawled into the room silently and made himself comfortable at the foot of the bed. Slowly, he started penetrating William’s mind.
William didn’t dream much and when he did, it was mostly about work. Tonight was no different. In his dream, he sat in the trailer he had on site that served as his personal office, going through some papers. A fairly boring and uneventful dream – at least until Tenzurr showed up.
Quickly, he created his dream puppet for himself to control – a character representing Julian. He copied his appearance, voice, and attitude as well as he could, based on William’s memories. Then he took control of Julian, just like he did with all the men in the dream of William’s son before. He had the hunky rookie come up to the trailer and knock on the door.
“What is it?” William growled impatiently, not looking up from his papers.
Julian stepped into the office, wearing his smug smile, not even bothering to close the door behind him. William turned around and narrowed his eyes at the man in frustration.
“You,” he whispered, “What do YOU want?”
“Just wanted to show you something, Mr. Bossman,” Tenzurr said through Julian’s mouth and turned the left side of his head to William. The sleep demon gave Julian an earring to the other ear as well.
“Nice, huh?” Tenzurr taunted Will through Julian, “Matches the other one. Symmetry is everything.”
William got so pissed that he started unconsciously crumpling up the piece of paper he was holding at the time.
“You really got some nerve, son,” he growled, “I’m sure you’re very proud of those things, right?”
“I am,” Julian shrugged, still smiling, “Shouldn’t I be?”
“As far as I’m concerned, no,” William responded, “I don’t see a single reason why should a man be proud of looking like a candy-ass fairy.”
Julian’s character stepped confidently in William’s direction, looking directly into his eyes.
“I guess that’s the difference between us, huh?” Julian continued with his vaguely mocking tone, “I’m the candy-ass and you’re the man. A man’s man. Right?”
William looked at him, confused about what was happening. Julian crossed the entire trailer, now standing directly in front of William.
“And as a man’s man, you would never, EVER, enjoy a single thing that, say, a woman would enjoy, right?”
“Julian, I don’t know where the fuck you’re going with this, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped wasting my time.”
“Oh,” Julian said, while bending down, “I want to do a lot of things to you, but I’m sure not a single one of them will be wasting your time.”
After he said that, he raised his strong hands and placed them on William’s meaty pecs. William was so shocked that he froze in place. His employee stepped so far over the line that he didn’t know how to react.
“What… what do you think you’re…”
“Most women I’ve fucked really enjoyed having their nipples played with,” Julian said as he slowly grazed his fingertips over the two soft nipples under the thin tank top William was wearing in his dream, “So I suppose that as a man, you would absolutely hate it if I did that to you, right?”.
“JULIAN!” William shouted, “I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T… oh… oooooh!!”
His expression turned from anger to shock when Tenzurr – through Julian’s hands – started squeezing William’s nipples. His hands started trembling and he dropped the crumpled piece of paper he was holding. The sensation wasn’t coming only from the dream – back in his bedroom, Tenzurr’s claws were now gently squeezing William’s naked pecs for real. The demon knew how some men reacted to have their nipples played with.
“Hmmmm, how strange,” Julian said, as he started slowly rolling his fingertips all around William’s nipples, which were now starting to harden, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re enjoying this. But that would be anything but manly, wouldn’t it?”
“Julian,” William attempted to do his angry whisper, but with the electrifying sensations that were coming from his pecs, his tone almost sounded eager, “You crossed the line earlier today, but this is on another level.”
“Then let’s see how many levels there are, Willy,” Julian said and shoved William’s chest without any warning. Tenzurr took control over the dream and manipulated the man’s fall in a very specific way. William flew out of his chair and landed right on the old couch he kept in his trailer. Before William could recover, Julian got on top of him, pressing his entire weight against William’s body, with his expert hands working the old man’s hard nips again.
“Aaaah!” William moaned and wiggled under the pressure of Julian’s body, “Fuck! Julian, don’t… aaaah!”
William’s hands weakly got up to push against Julian’s chest, but the man was merely trying to save face – his cock was already raging hard from the action his nipples had been receiving. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Julian’s devilish hands were exactly what his body needed for a long, long time. And the old man was desperate for more.
Tenzurr decided to push a little further.
As his demonic claw started running down William’s chest, so did Julian’s hand, sliding under William’s tank top in his dream.
“You want this, don’t you?” Julian teased him, still rubbing his left nipple while his other hand started opening his boss’s pants.
“Hnnngg…”
“I asked you a question, Willy!” Julian raised his voice and twisted William’s nipple painfully.
“Ah!” William squeaked, in a much higher pitch than he usually did. His cock throbbed even harder. Tenzurr was right, as always. William Miller was a slut, wanted to be used.
“Julian,” he said in between his gasps, his hands now squeezing the cushions of the couch he was pinned to, not bothering to play defensive anymore, “It feels… it doesn’t matter how it feels, you shouldn’t be doing this.”
When he got hesitant like this, his voice sounded almost exactly like Danny’s. And just like with Danny, Tenzurr knew this was just a matter of pushing the envelope a tiny bit more.
Julian’s handsome face hovered over William’s in his dream. Tenzurr saw the confusion mixed with excitement in his eyes. He was new to this, he needed to be led – at least for the beginning. After a few minutes, he would turn into a total cumslut under the demon’s experienced touch.
“It’s ‘sir’,” Julian said firmly, before planting a kiss on William’s lips. The confused foreman didn’t fight back, and let Julian slide his tongue deep into his warm mouth. In reality, it was Tenzurr’s tongue, sliding between the pair of moaning lips, pushing his inhuman tongue far into the old man’s mouth. William’s hard cock was proof that he was doing a good job.
One demonic claw on William’s cock, the other on his nipple, and a warm maw pressed on his lips – all embodied as the handsome prick, Julian. That was enough to break the old William Miller.
“…yes,” the foreman sighed, “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Julian growled and stroked William’s chin lightly, “Now, you’re going to admit what you want me to do to you. Right. Now.”
Tenzurr already knew what the old man wanted – but he wanted to hear it.
“I… I…” William stuttered, “I think I want you to…”
“You ‘think’?!” Julian interrupted him, twisting his nipple once more.
“Ah! Sorry, sir, no, I KNOW… I know I want you to… fuck my ass real hard.”
What an amazing transformation. Just a few old tricks and Tenzurr had this old, homophobic foreman begging to be fucked, right into his tight, virgin ass. Both in his dream and on his bed, William Miller started spreading his legs, exposing his hole for the taking!
Tenzurr was very flexible when it came to milking the cum out of his targets. He knew that if a demon wanted to survive in this world, he had to adapt, and he knew that no matter how good his mouth was at sucking, sometimes it just wasn’t enough.
His claw reached into the dark spot between his legs to unleash another hidden demonic power. Out of nowhere, his crotch got enveloped in smoke, before a shiny, phallic shape started growing out of it. In a few seconds, the demon grew a large, thick, wet cock, that he was about to use to take the old Miller’s virginity.
Julian copied Tenzurr’s motion as he descended down between William’s thighs. Yet another use for the demon’s crafty mouth. William’s mind was where Tenzurr needed it, but his body wasn’t – the old man was too tight for comfort. Nothing that the demon couldn’t fix with just a few experienced pushes of his wet tongue.
“Oh fuck…” William whimpered as he felt the tongue lapping on his backside. His own hands reached for his nipples now, eager to play with them, as Julian/Tenzurr started eating his hole. He loved it from the first second, slowly losing all inhibitions he had about a man doing things like this to him. The tongue on his hole just felt so good! The warm sensation caused Miller to relax and open up as if his body instinctively started preparing to be penetrated. He even opened his legs wider for easier access!
Tenzurr thought for a minute about how easy it was to pinpoint eager sluts like Miller was. He didn’t complain though – instead, he was tonguing that mature ass with his thick, demonic tongue, spreading it wider and wider to accommodate for the thick black rod that was pulsing between his legs. Miller was about to experience something out of this world – quite literally.
“Yes, sir!” William moaned like a whore, “Tongue that ass! And then take it, make it yours, you magnificent fucker!”
In the dream, William got pretty loud, knowing that the door to the trailer was wide open. Tenzurr wondered. Maybe he underestimated him. Was the old man such a kinky slut, that he wanted witnesses?
The demon smiled and snapped his fingers. It took a lot of focus to conjure multiple characters in a dream, but what wouldn’t he do to maximize the load he was about to milk out of the panting slut in front of him?
In the dream, William’s construction crew started to notice the sounds coming from the trailer. Curious, the guys formed a group in front of the open door, and when they saw that their boss was about to get plowed, they smiled and walked in.
“Now that’s a sight I didn’t expect to see today,” Frankie, the bearded hunky one, said as he took a drag from his cigarette.
“Wow…” Vincent said, watching the long licks Julian was covering William’s willing asshole with, “Never would have thought that the jokes Julian was making about you were actually true, boss!”
“G… guys…” William exclaimed between moans, pretending to be shocked that they were going to watch him get fucked. In reality, it only made his cock more painfully hard.
“Sshhh, boss,” Frankie said, as the others laughed, “Pretend like we’re not even here for now. Don’t worry, we don’t mind the sloppy seconds… or thirds. Or sevenths.”
The thought of being shared by everyone in his construction crew, one by one, made William’s cock painfully hard. And that was before the fucking even started.
Tenzurr decided that William was ready. He kneeled on the bed, grabbed the meaty legs of the slutty foreman, and spread them apart. The virgin hole was basically smiling at him.
The demon reached down and aimed his shadowy, unnatural cock at the man’s hairy crack. Miller’s asshole was puckering in anticipation. The man never played with his asshole, he never really even considered it consciously. But deep in his mind, he always craved it – longed so hard for someone bigger and stronger to come, spread his legs and show him how it’s done. How it feels to be properly fucked.
It came as no surprise to the demon that Miller’s ass, while inexperienced, accepted his demon cock so easily.
“Hmmmpphhh…” Julian moaned into William’s ear in the old man’s dream, as he leaned down, pushing his full weight onto William’s body. William was shaking, focusing on relaxing his muscles to let Julian further and further inside. It was an unfamiliar sensation, and yet nothing ever felt so natural to him.
Tenzurr’s shadowy cock buried itself all the way to the hilt, making William moan out of his slumber. He even grabbed his own thighs, spreading himself even more for the demon! The bitch was hungry for cock, his lust manifesting in anger and homophobia. Now that he was finally getting what he wanted, he turned into a completely different person.
“How does it feel?” Julian teased William with the demon’s words, “How is it, being fucked in front of the whole crew, begging and moaning for more?”
“Aaaah…” William whimpered and arched his back, pushing back against Julian. His lover grabbed his chin in his hand and forced him to look straight in the eye.
“I asked you a question, slut,” Julian repeated himself and spat onto William’s face as punishment.
“Ahhh…” William looked back at him with dreamy eyes, “It feels like heaven, sir.”
“That’s what I thought,” Julian grunted and sped up. The demon’s hips were ramming William’s hole much harder now that he was getting positive feedback. Of course, Tenzurr was rarely wrong about the preferences of his men, but it was always nice to get some appreciation.
William’s hand – both inside and outside of the dream – started wandering around his body. It found his cock and was going to start pumping it, but Tenzurr put an end to that right away, smacking the hand to the side. He couldn’t risk losing his meal. As Julian, he reprimanded the old foreman.
“Did I give you permission to do that?” he growled, “You don’t get to say when you’re going to cum. My dick in your ass will decide that for you.”
This was, of course, yet another trick Tenzurr learned after decades of milking submissive sluts like William – with some men, you would only get the best results if you fucked their cum out of them.
To make the situation a little more fun, the sleep demon had the construction crew come closer to them, observing the fierce fucking their boss was taking while taking out their own thick, sweaty shafts, inches away from his face.
“Look at his expression,” Frankie said, before spitting in his hand to get better lubrication, “He’s loving it.”
“Who would have thought that he would be as loud in bed as he is in normal life,” Barry, the tall, handsome crane operator said while smacking his cock over William’s forehead.
“Look, guys!” Vincent said, pointing at William’s dick with his free hand, “Looks like the boss is gonna cum!”
He was. William, the proud, wannabe alpha male, was about to succumb to the demon’s dick and cum just from being fucked. He didn’t have a chance against the powerful, new feeling his prostate was sending through his entire body. His erection was throbbing, spurting loads and loads of precum, ready to burst.
Tenzurr’s timing was perfect. Using the flexibility that separated him from mortals, he was able to bend down at a sharp angle without any pain or damage to his body and take William’s entire length in his mouth – all that while still fucking him as Julian only seconds before the old man lost the battle against a powerful orgasm. Frankie, his subordinate, took Tenzurr’s place in William’s dream, swallowing the foreman’s shaft and ready to swallow his cum.
“OH FUCK!” William exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. He was in shock – he had no idea his cock could cum just like that, with no external stimulation whatsoever. He started shooting loads and loads of pent-up jizz, all of which the demon gratefully accepted into his hungry throat. Tenzurr immediately felt that drive from getting a fresh batch of cum yet again. It pulsed in his veins and made him stronger. William’s semen was powerful. The old man needed to be fucked for a really long time, which only made it so much juicier and more potent.
“Dammit…” William whimpered, as his body grew soft like butter melting in the hot sun. But Tenzurr knew that considering the number of years William had been holding back, he had more to offer.
“Don’t think we’re done with you already, boy,” Julian said while pulling out of his boss, “It’s time to give your employees an early Christmas bonus, don’t you think?”
William’s eyes widened as he saw Frankie taking Julian’s place between his legs. He was still licking the jizz from his beard and grinned down at his boss before plunging his freshly bred hole with his own erect cock.
“You always called me a slacker,” Frankie mocked his boss, “Let’s see what you think of my performance after my cock is done with you.”
In the bedroom, Tenzurr concentrated his will to slightly change the shape and size of his cock. He wanted to give William the authentic experience of being shared among multiple guys because he knew that was what was going to make the old slut cum the hardest. He had his subordinate Frankie slip his cock right into his stretched out hole and start fucking him right away, with a slightly bigger, veinier dick. No breaks for William – a bunch of men were waiting to satisfy their needs in his ass, and they were impatient. That was the way William wanted to be treated, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
“You know this is what every day is going to be like from now on, right?” Frankie teased his boss as he fucked him from behind mercilessly, “Any time we want, you’re gonna fall on all fours and get to work. Lunch breaks. Smoke breaks. Hell, even during work, you’re gonna come and suck me off any time I snap my fingers at you. Got it, ‘boss’?”
“Ah… ah…” William’s mind was still lost in a storm of uncontrollable lust, even though he just finished cumming, “Yes, yes, sir.”
“That goes for all of us,” Barry said, while tugging on his boss’s hair violently, “You understand that, slut? Your mouth is gonna have a lot of dicks to wash every day. We better not catch you slacking off.”
William’s foggy eyes looked up.
“Of course, sir.”
Barry spat in his face. William licked it from his chin and swallowed it eagerly.
“What a slut,” Lance, another worker, commented, “Stop hogging the hole, Frankie. Let someone else have a ride.”
Tenzurr started changing the shape and size of his cock, as well as his tempo and way of fucking every ten seconds to give William the proper slut experience. The old man was loving it, carrying a silly grin on his face while joining in on the dirty talk.
He made sure every man was different to really let William think he was being shared among the entire crew. Lance fucked him with long but hard strokes. Patrick grabbed his shoulders to fuck him as fast as he was capable of. Greg flicked his nipples in between thrusts and laughed at William’s slutty whimpers as he did that. All of these sensations put a dumb smile on the old foreman’s face as he laid down there and took it all.
“Yes! Yes!” he moaned, “I want you, all of you, fuck, I want you to give me everything I’ve been missing all my life, please, I want all of you inside me RIGHT! NOW!”
The sleep demon was almost surprised at how quickly the old man turned into a total opposite of himself. The foreman’s hands reached to stretch out his legs further, providing the demon better access for his hole. His ass felt so warm and flexible. What a shame that the hole had been unused for such a long time.
This man was a true bottom.
The situation started to get hazy in William’s dream. He was surrounded by his workers, who were taking turns on him, and he was taking it all and asking for more. There weren’t enough dicks in the world to truly satisfy him, but that didn’t stop him from asking for more and more. He spread his legs for his sweaty, hunky coworkers and let them use his hole liberally… and it felt so good.
His dick was already rock hard again – all these men stretching him out from the inside made him feel like a teenager! It was Vincent’s character fucking him at that moment where he felt he was close to climaxing yet again. On the construction, Vincent was somewhat of a gentle giant. Tenzurr decided to contrast that in his style of fucking – as Vincent, he made his cock the thickest and fucked William the hardest.
“Ohh… oooh…”
William was moaning loud, his glossy eyes pinned into Vincent’s. The worker was eyeing him with a grin, slapping his thighs against William’s ass, burying his thick cock deeper than William ever imagined was possible. But he was determined to take as much of it as he could.
A now-familiar heat started rising in the old foreman’s crotch.
“Oh god I’m going to cum,” he meekly said before approaching another orgasm.
This time, Tenzurr wanted a show. He kept fucking the old man and watched him surrender to his needs yet again and shoot ropes of cum, all over his hairy belly and pecs. The old man moaned and thrashed around like a college freshman during his first time, completely spraying his potent load all over his entire body.
Tenzurr slowly pulled out of William’s asshole – his shadowy dick disappeared in a cloud of black mist as he did that – it served its purpose for now. The hole of William Miller was now properly stretched and fucked, slimy from the demon’s precum, and his balls were finally drained dry. The sleep demon licked his lips and decided to eat the final meal of the night before it went cold. He leaned down and pulled out his inhumanly long tongue.
The old Miller groaned as he felt the tongue on his bare skin, slowly lapping up all of the salty semen that he just sprayed all over so obscenely. Tenzurr was very thorough – his tongue didn’t miss a single nook or crevice of William’s masculine chest and properly cleaned off the entire body, lapping up the built-up sweat in the process.
When the demon was done, he licked off one rogue cumdrop off of William’s face. Then he grinned at the man lying under him and leaned down to give him a sensual kiss. William didn’t fight back, he reciprocated and the two engaged in a long, sloppy makeout session before Tenzurr pulled away.
“Thank you…” William said groggily, “I… thank you.”
“No, mortal,” Tenzurr grinned as he licked his lips for one last time, “Thank YOU.”
At that point, a large cloud cast over the moon outside, making the entire bedroom pitch black for a few moments. When the cloud left and the moonlight returned, the sleep demon was nowhere to be found – William Miller was in his bedroom alone – stretched, sweaty, and properly milked.
After that night, the Millers’ house went back to what it was before. Well… kind of.
Danny started locking up himself in his room much more than he did before. After the crazy dreams he had that night, he decided not to push his urges away anymore and really get to know and explore his body. It did wonders for his life – he was smiling, laughing, and relaxing much more than he ever did before. He also focused on his schoolwork better, now that he allowed himself to satisfy the urges he had about his teacher.
His brother Kurt, on the other hand, started coming home much later than usual. His hangouts with Harvey were still happening, but now they required a little more privacy. Whether it was the steel mill bathrooms, the woods behind the Millers’ house, or even the bed of his truck, the two friends always managed to find the time and space to explore the new territory their friendship gained that night.
William Miller didn’t even notice the change in the behavior of his sons, too busy with his own thoughts. That night got him thinking. After a short episode of feeling shameful about it, he started playing with himself more, exploring his backside a little bit. His coworkers were surprised at the change of his behavior, suddenly much calmer and friendlier. Julian, his sworn enemy, was now a good work buddy, who William even invited to his house from time to time.
Tenzurr didn’t consider it his job to make the lives of his targets better, but he was still glad that it happened. He spent a couple of days there, watching how the lives of the Miller men improved, before finally taking off, leaving the town. He was a demon, after all, and needed to find new sources of nutrition.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE