Feature Writer: BlairRyehouse
Feature Title: THE GIFTS OF THE DEMONESS 2
Published: 12.01.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Dark themes, NC, Transformation, Futa
Synopsis: Charlie gets interrupted — In Chapter one, our not-much-of-hero Charlie, a failing, heartbroken community college student was visited by a Demoness. She offered him the power to turn his life around — at a price.
The Gifts Of The Demoness 2
Her apple-red tits slid up and down my brand new oversized cock. There was something artificial about the way it felt- like fucking the hole between the shiny vinyl seats of an old mustang. But it was incredible for all that. So if you ever have a chance to stick your dick in between two vinyl car seats, you should probably give it a shot.
That inhumanly long tongue of hers slipped out from between her pointed teeth and started to flick at the bulging head of cock. It was maddeningly pleasurable, just these little fleeting, teasing butterfly kisses. Each touch made me grunt and moan, my cock bulging and pulsing. I was balling the the dirty sheets up in my fists, and bucking my hips up.
She kept on that way, keeping me pinned to the bed with her huge, uncanny tits- the phrase ‘big supernaturals’ flashed through my head. She was teasing me, building me up. With no outlet, the warm, milky pleasure in my huge new cock was backing up into my balls, my thighs, my gut. She was looking up at me with those coal-black eyes, and her tongue stopped it’s little flicks and wrapped around my shaft- once, twice, and started squeezing. It was almost too much at first, but my new iron-hard and cum-filled tool pushed back against the pressure.
Then she stopped. The tongue slithered back into her mouth, and she slid her tits up and past the head of my cock. I did something I never would have done. I growled like animal and scrambled up off the bed, lunging at her. With one effortless hand she pushed me back down onto the bed.
“Good hustle, Charlie. And I can see you’re developing the instincts you’ll need to serve me.”
She pressed her weight down on me until her claw drew blood in my chest. I gasped at the pain but even in that, there was a sick pleasure.
“But you aren’t quite ready to throw a saddle on me, cowboy.”
One of my own hands crept down towards my stiff cock and started stroking it. I couldn’t stop myself, I wasn’t even thinking really. She leaned over me, her dark draping over my face. Like her tits, it felt fake somehow, like a Halloween store wig, and it smelled like cinnamon whiskey. Her body pressed into mine as she leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“Now it’s time for your first test. That girl doesn’t leave this house without your cum somewhere on or in her. Dealer’s Choice. If you fail, the deal is off.”
“What girl?”
I had time to say before she disappeared. Just gone, with a little puff of smoke and the sound of a match scraping on concrete. Before even had time to process it … Oh holy shit no no no …
My door swung open. No knock, no crack-and-peek maneuver, nothing. That wasn’t Sam’s style. She came into my room with her head down, her awkward and boyish half-blue half-blonde haircut falling over her eyes. She was looking down at her phone through her thick plastic glasses. Probably at one of the half-porny anime games with unfathomable lore that she was always playing. As usual, she was dressed in a baggy black hoody over ripped, oversized jeans that served to hide her body entirely.
Poor Sam. Lonely, sad, scared of everyone, insecure. Vulnerable. An evil feminine voice whispered in my head. She trusts you. Use It. One of my best friends for years. I had never really thought of her sexually before- well, hardly ever.
“Holy fucking shit!” Sam gasped, finally looking up.
What she was me, lying naked on top of my bed, my brand-new infernal cock standing stiff in my hand, with a little pearl of precum already glistening on the top. She froze, her innocent little face twisted up in shock, her odd duck-lips parted.
“Uhhhh, my bad, sorry dude …”
She backed out the door, closing it behind her.
I felt shame and embarrassment somewhere. But it was deep down, or far away. Somehow, I knew what I had to do.
“Sorry dude … your mom let me in … Just gonna pretend that never happened, I think,” Sam called through the door, “But you should probably get dressed dude we’ve got school in like a half hour.”
I sat up in the bed, and draped the sheet over my lower half. I did it carefully, so that the outline my full-mast cock was still obvious.
“Sam,” I called out to her, “It’s okay. It’s chill. Come back in here. I’m decent … promise.”
There was something different in my voice I couldn’t quite pin down. I sounded … assured. Casual. The door opened a crack and I saw one big, blue glasses-covered eye.
“Oh, now you learn to peek,” I said, lounging my elbows back on the headboard, “Come on weirdo, get the fuck in here, your gonna freak out my stepmom.”
She stepped into the room tentatively, like a baby deer, unsure of where to put her eyes. They came back to the massive tent I was pitching in the sheets more than once, though.
“Charlie, I know you’re going through a breakup or whatever, but come on. You gotta get dressed.”
“We’ve got plenty of time,” I said easily, “Sit down. Relax for a minute. You wanna smoke a little?”
I fished a three-quarters full joint from the drawer by my bed.
“Come on Sam, it’s community college, not MIT. We can be a little late and a little high.”
She perched on the edge of the bed, as far as she could be from me, her keys still grasped in her hand like she was ready to bolt out the door. She accepted the joint and took a tentative drag.
“Okay,” Sam said, sighing and relaxing just a hair, “Just a little. But then we have to go. You’ve got to get your shit together dude. And I promised I’d help you get your college career back on track.”
“Well, see, I’ve got a little problem there, Samantha,” I stressed the longer, more feminine form of her name.
In all the years we’d been best friends, all the way back since high school, I’m not sure if ever called her that.
“See, I was in the middle of something when you busted In here. And if I don’t finish I’m gonna be distracted all day. How I’m supposed to get through computer science two with this thing?”
I gestured down at my cock, twitching it one for her.
Her pale cheeks went red.
“Dude, what is up with you today? Fine, you perv, stay here and jerk off then you can take the bus.”
Lightning quick and smooth, I rolled over on one elbow and snatched the keys out of her hand. She lunged after them, but I leaned back out of her reach, and wrapped my free arm around her back, squeezing her in close, half on top of me, so that my cock was grinding into her chubby thigh.
“Let me gooo …” she squealed pathetically.
“No way. You interrupted me. It’s your job to help me finish.” I brought my mouth close to her delicate ear, complete with little skull stud earring. I felt her gasp at the close contact. “And if you want to get to class on time, you better get to work.”
I dropped the keys into the drawer where I retrieved the joint and slammed it shut.
“Come on, Sam. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. You might even like it.”
She made no reply but a whimper. I took control of her hand and shoved it under the covers, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and clamping my hand down on top of hers.
“Come on,” I said, moving aside the curtain of her dark hair and nipping at her ear, “I know what kind of slut you are. I know you want this. Remember when you had me fix your computer last month? I saw your whole folder of fucking weird furry porn. I saw all your bookmarks of Harry Potter slash-fic where harry and Ron spit roast heroine. I know what you like.”
“What? Nooo, Charlie …” She protested weakly. She was letting me move her hand up and down my massive, juicy new cock, and I could feel her body start to relax against mine, just a notch.
“I know how horny you are, you little whore. Even though you try and deny it. I know how lonely you are too. I know you worry no man is ever gonna want you. Well, I want you, Samantha. I want you bad.
I wrenched her head around, grabbing her by the pointy chin and I kissed her. Deep. Powerful. Sloppy. Hungry. None of that self consciousness I had whenever I made out with Claire, wondering if was doing it right the whole time. I just did what I fucking felt like. And willing or not, Sam’s mouth opened up under mine, while little squeaks and half-moans bubbled up out her throat.
I took her hand off my cock and pulled that stupid baggy hoodie off of her. It came off and over her head easily, like there was another pair of hands helping me that weren’t hers … Underneath, she had on a boys plaid shirt. I grunted with frustration, grabbed it with two handed, wrapped it open. Buttons flew across the room.
The Walmart basics bra underneath didn’t resist me much longer, and her juicy, pointy little tits were there, just waiting for me. I rolled on top of her, pinning her skinny wrists down to the bed while I licked her dark nipples, feeling one little pencil-eraser pop onto my mouth as I liked and such each of her tits. My cock probed against the fabric of her jeans as a ground against her, biting at the pale flesh of her tits, collarbone and neck. I noticed in a dull, distant way that she was crying.
Somewhere inside me a voice was telling me to stop- but there was another voice. Clear. Smoky and feminine.
“Don’t worry Charlie. Get those jeans off, and those k-mart panties, and you’ll see how much she wants it.”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO