DESCENT (DEVIL INSIDE)

Feature Writer: MeanMrMoutarde

Feature Title: Descent (Devil Inside)

Published: 06.01.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Incest, Abuse, NC.

Synopsis: A demon comes to Myers Park

Author’s Notes: Trigger warning: this story contains elements of incest, physical abuse and non-consensual sex. If those topics are a turn-off regardless of what the rest of the story includes, then you should probably look elsewhere. Everyone engaged in sexual activity in this story is over eighteen. This is a sequel to “Teacher (Devil Inside)” — reading the first one should not be required to enjoy this story, but I hope you’ll do it anyway! Your comments and ratings are seriously appreciated!

Link: Teacher (Devil Inside)

Descent (Devil Inside)

Sir

Finding that I had a son was quite a shock. Finding that I had a son that was conscious while in the womb, probably smarter than me, and looking forward to eventually fucking his moms was… disturbing. And I had had a demon living in me for a year.

Janelle and I, along with my son Adam, were determined to find out more about who, or in fact, what he was. We were especially reluctant to bring him into contact with the demon that was sharing physical space with me until we knew more. So we communicated via protected email addresses routed through anonymizing forwarders, in case someone caught on. We also had a bunch of burner phones as additional insurance.

Janelle and Alicia kept me up to date on our son. At six months, he checked out as wildly normal physically, which seemed to frustrate him to no end. He hadn’t developed physically enough to talk, but he found that by touching his mother, he could still communicate with her telepathically. That made it a little awkward as they researched his situation remotely, but it was the best they could do for another few months.

I, on the other hand, took on a two-fold mission. One was to use my powers to surreptitiously amass a growing fortune socked away in various offshore accounts, some of which Janelle and Alicia had access to, but some that were purposely hidden. I trusted them. I did not yet trust my possibly part-demon offspring.

The other mission was to do my own research into both what the hell Adam actually was and into whether there was anything I could do to remove the demon from me without jeopardizing other people. That might not have felt as urgent now, since I’d figured out how to feed the demon without killing people. But it was still a priority.

Around the time that Adam hit six months old, I spent a couple of weeks in the libraries at Duke University, near my former home. Duke has a very good religious studies program and a vast library of ancient and scholarly books that I needed to quickly assess and study.

I introduced myself to the head of the Religion Studies department and with some mental nudging, I retained the aid of one of his grad students, an earnest twenty-three year old with the completely apt name of Honey. I didn’t even bother to concoct a cover story — I just made them both believe that this was a perfectly normal inquiry and in fact was of vital interest. Honey turned out to be a sex-starved fireball underneath her oversized college sweatshirt, which I put to good use.

In order to keep the demon on a leash, I fucked cute little Honey silly pretty much every day — sometimes in the reserve stacks of the library, sometimes in the room at the Washington-Duke Inn that I had retained (for free of course), and once in Duke Chapel. She was kind of adorable, sort of a cute Energizer Bunny without the fuzzy ears. But she was a seriously smart young woman, and we did make some progress.

There is a lot of literature on Succubae and Incubi, and some writings on the outcomes of unions between demons and humans, angels and humans, and even demons and angels. But there were only a couple of hints about potential progeny from the union of a demon-inhabited human and another human.

What little we could find referenced a twelfth century work called the Benathic Codex that had been translated and transcribed seven hundred or so years later. Duke did not have a copy but there was supposedly a copy in Charlotte in the library of Queens University, a small private college in the old-money part of town. I fucked Honey raw one last time in her apartment and then headed for RDU to catch a short flight to Charlotte.

I saw a nice couple waiting to pick someone up curbside in their Audi and “convinced” them that they should just give it to me and Uber home with their traveler. I’m sure they were very confused the next day, but I was pretty much out of fucks to give. At least that kind of fuck. I drove east from the airport and found a decent hotel near South Park Mall and actually paid for a few nights. Partly because it took less effort and partly because I wanted to maintain a low profile.

I had more than one goal on this side trip to Charlotte. One certainly was to get a peek at the weighty tome that I was here to see. But given that Charlotte is a huge financial capital, I also planned to advance my hidden bank accounts by contacting the right people.

Myers Park Country Club seemed like a good place to make some contacts (i.e., find some marks) as one of the most exclusive country clubs in the area. So after a good night’s sleep, I drove the “borrowed” Audi over for lunch. I sat at the bar, chatting up the cute-as-hell bartender while surveying the crowd for banker-types doing power lunches. And I drew a blank.

I mentally surveyed a few potentials but the whole dining room was filled with real estate agents, bored tennis moms, and retirees. It appeared that the power lunch crowd was sticking to Uptown or South End these days. So I turned my attention to luscious Juliet behind the bar, figuring I would wait until the end of her shift and take her back to the hotel and recharge my batteries.

Then I saw one of the real estate agents I’d mentally passed over get up and head my way, past the bar. She was a hot blonde, early forties, great shape, super-expensive dye job (and super-expensive boobs) — real money. She was wearing a white silky blouse over black skin-tight slacks — professional but sexy. And then I took a peek inside her head and found one of the darkest, most self-absorbed minds I’d ever encountered.

It was immediately apparent that if it didn’t benefit her, it wasn’t worth her attention. That was illustrated as she walked past the bar and stumbled into me (I might have caused her to do that, maybe, possibly). Her first reaction was to draw back and give me a look that would have melted a lesser man.

“Watch it, you clumsy assho—”

Then she saw that I was wearing very expensive, if business casual, clothes and she didn’t know who in the hell I was. In other words, I was a potential mark.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry — all my fault. I’m Mona,” she oozed, holding out a superbly manicured hand to shake.

“Well, hello, Mona. I’m Jefferson. My friend Spencer is hosting me while I find a place to live. So many beautiful houses in this area, no?” I babbled, trying to look wealthy and guileless at the same time — no easy feat!

“Jefferson, honey! It must have been fate that caused us to bump into one another. I’m the premier sales agent for homes in this area. I would love to help you find your dream home, for you and Mrs …?”

“Oh, it’s just me, at least so far. Jefferson Hanes, and thank you for your offer. I was just making some inquiries about who would be best suited to help me with this. I really do want to find just the right place — big enough for the family that I hope to have, and something big enough to entertain in …”

“Jefferson, darling, if you allow me to work with you, I guarantee we will find the perfect place for you,” she gushed, gripping my forearm like she was afraid I would run away, “What is the price range you’re looking at?”

I named some stupidly astronomical figure and her eyes got wide, before they narrowed as she tried to figure out if I was for real or not. But I sent trusting thoughts her way and she grinned and said, “I’m sure I can find you just the thing!”

I took a minute to read her as she pulled up some listings on her phone. She had just gotten double-fucked royally by one of the tennis instructors and the club masseuse and I detected no guilt, despite her marital status. In fact, it was clear that she despised her husband and was plotting how to hide most of their money from him before divorcing him.

I’m not a psychiatrist but Mona seemed to me to be a textbook case of narcissistic personality disorder. Except that I wasn’t sure if it was really a mental illness or if she was just a bad person. Her aura was blacker than mine and I had a fucking demon living inside me.

She narrowed her search down to a couple of places that she wanted to show me. I could tell they were both seriously overpriced for the market and had undisclosed issues that a buyer would have to deal with. But hell, I wasn’t actually planning on buying anything. She had become a new project for me and something to occupy my time while I did my research.

She gave me the address to meet her and walked over to her Land Rover, rolling those taut, round buttocks as she crossed the parking lot. I slipped into the Audi and plugged the address in the GPS while I kept reading her thoughts from a few yards behind her.

Most of her thoughts were for herself, a few specifically about her plot to rob her husband blind and then divorce him. She also thought a little about her daughter, who seemed like a doll-like nine or ten years old — the kind of kid she would bring out to play with for a few minutes and then put away.

I pulled up the long drive to the house right behind her. It was a huge place on Queens Road, probably six thousand square feet with a massive lawn out front. As we walked up to the front door, I also noted subtle signs of some quick pre-sale repairs to the exterior, all of which would need to be redone by the eventual buyer.

We walked up the front porch and she opened the over-sized front door in a theatrical gesture, leading me into the large foyer with the double staircase. I’d started amping up her libido while we were still at the country club and she was visibly aroused, her nipples poking through her blouse and the crotch of her black slacks starting to darken with dampness.

“Let’s start upstairs and work our way down,” she said in a husky voice as she started up the staircase to the left.

Mona

Mona mounted the stairs, putting as much sway in her hips as she could without falling down. She was sure that she had her hook set so deep in her client’s jaw that she was almost salivating. The Perkins place had some serious foundation issues, but it showed well and she’d paid off most of the inspectors in the area. If she could land this whale, she thought, he’d cover her salon expenses for the next ten years.

She topped the massive staircase and turned to her left, strutting to the master suite. The king-sized bed with its massive carved headboard was quite the eye-catcher. She turned to make sure her mark was still with her and then screamed as she saw the naked green demon entering the room behind her.

She wanted to turn and run and maybe even jump out the window, but she felt compelled to look. It was over eight feet tall, green, scaly, with way too many sharp teeth. Then her terrified gaze lowered and she saw the horrifying cock, as big around as a wine bottle and at least a foot and a half long. At that, she screamed again and started to black out.

As she slumped against the wall, she heard the demon utter a word that she couldn’t quite make out. But her body reacted, and her mind recoiled in terror. Her finely tuned, gym-hardened body straightened up and she saw her face in the mirror form a leering grin as she felt herself quickly get even more aroused.

She screamed in her head and tried to run, but her body was no longer hers to control. Instead, she helplessly watched herself seductively unbutton her blouse and shrug it off her shoulders, followed by her bra, freeing her perfect breasts which she cupped with both hands for a moment before reaching down to unzip her slacks.

She dispensed with them quickly, leaving her in just her heels, thigh high stockings and thong. She walked over to the terror standing inside the door and reached up to pull its head down to her. Her lips met its scaly mouth, and her tongue explored its depths, encountering its long, thick, forked tongue while her mind screamed silently in terror and disgust.

The monster thrust his tongue into her mouth, extending to an impossible length until she could feel her throat bulge around its thickness as it jabbed its way far beyond any cock she’d ever had. And she had had some huge cocks while she played around behind her husband’s back.

She felt a clawed hand reach down behind her and rip her thong off her. Despite her best efforts, her pussy was gushing with desire and need. She tried to turn her mind off, but whatever was controlling her body was making sure she was awake and aware of every degrading thing that happened to her.

Her hands reached down against her will, trying to encircle the horrendous cock that was pressed against her chest between her breasts. As hard as she tried not to, she looked down to see the massive member rising almost to her shoulders — green, knotted, with a bulbous head that seemed as big as a softball.

Her mouth lowered the few inches it took for her to take as much of the demon cock into her mouth as she could. She felt her jaw crack as she forced her mouth open further to take in the entire thing. The head filled her mouth, and she tongued it as best she could, before whimpering as it was withdrawn from her.

Her rational mind knew that being fucked with that thing would kill her, but her body did not care even a little bit. She flopped back onto the bed, holding her stocking-clad legs as wide as they could go, exposing her wet and wanting cunt to the monster standing in front of her.

She screamed in both agony and ecstasy as the demon cock forced its way into her, the monster clawing at her perfect breasts, raking red lines of almost-cuts across them. Even the part of her mind that she still owned, the part that was almost delirious with terror, realized that her body was feeling pleasure through this new pain.

As the demon pulled back and started to push further into her, she was sure that this was it. At least she would be out of her misery. But somehow her body  … changed. She felt a little shift here, a little slide there and suddenly she had eighteen inches of monster dick buried in her pussy, and beyond. She looked down to see the huge knob pressing against her abs from the inside like some alien creature trying to be born by ripping her apart. She screamed with pleasure, as her body was wracked with spasms from the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.

The demon withdrew almost a foot of penis and she still felt fuller than she’d ever felt in her life. Then it sawed back into her until all eighteen inches of monster cock were buried in her again. Her modified body was now built to take it and she pulled the demon’s face down to hers as it sawed in and out of her.

The monster gave a roar and pulled out of her, leaving her feeling like an empty shell. The demon’s head went back and the huge cock gave a jerk, then another, as black viscous jizz spurted over Mona’s perfect chest and onto her upturned face. She gave an involuntary giggle and rubbed the black goo into her breasts before scraping everything she could reach on her face into her mouth. That was the last thing she remembered before blacking out.

Sir

I rearranged Mona’s internal organs back to where they were supposed to be. I was getting pretty good at doing that quickly. The trigger word had worked as I’d planned, her body becoming a vessel of nothing but lust while her mind had zero control. I had been working on using trigger words for a bit, to make it easier to control multiple people at the same time. I had additional trigger words that I had lodged in Mona’s brain while we first talked that I planned to use later that day.

I screened myself from her view as she woke up, screaming a little again before realizing that she was alone. She dragged herself to the master bath and attempted to clean herself up, washing off the remaining jizz, doing what she could with her hair and trying to repair her clothes. I give her credit for preparedness as she produced a lavender blouse from her over-sized Hermes bag to replace the one she’d been wearing.

She had another showing at three o’clock in the afternoon a few streets over, and I was amazed at how quickly she got over the trauma and put it behind her. You could say that it was professionalism, but I could read her thoughts and knew that it was pure greed. She was sure she was going to get a sale with the next couple, and she was going to make a huge damn commission.

I followed her as she drove the four blocks to the house, certainly a mansion in my eyes, having grown up lower-middle class. She opened the key box and unlocked the door, quickly going through the house and checking to make sure nothing was out of place before the potential buyers arrived. I followed her in and made myself at home.

She heard the doorbell and checked herself in the mirror once more before opening the door to her, “Victims,” is the word she thought.

“Hi, Frank! Hi, Marge! Welcome to your new home!” she said with what I thought was a greasy smile.

But they seemed to be under her selling spell.

I followed, unseen, while she gave them a tour. Frank and Marge were older, mid-fifties, the age that most people start to look for something smaller, but Marge had come into a lot of money from her aunt, and they wanted something that befitted the new, “Status,” that they felt like they had achieved. I was pretty sure that they would be broke in two to three years.

They were suitably impressed, overlooking the flaws and the many impracticalities of the place. So I decided to help them out by dissuading them from going through with a deal. As they went back to the huge gourmet kitchen to talk about terms, I stood behind Mona, still invisible, and whispered, “Whore.”

She didn’t stop talking about the price or the amenities or the cachet of the neighborhood as she started to unbutton her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders before reaching back and unlatching her bra.

“So, Frank, want to fuck to seal the deal? Or how about you, Marge? I’d be happy to have a three-way if that’s your kink.”

She started towards Frank, ready to kiss him before pulling his trousers down.

Frank seemed to have no idea how to react, but Marge did, grabbing her husband by the arm and pulling him towards the front door. As they turned around, they could see back into the kitchen and Mona, sitting on the counter with her slacks off and legs spread apart, frigging herself with a wine bottle.

As the front door slammed, Mona slumped forward, the wine bottle slipping from her hands as she screamed in frustration. I kept the wine bottle from breaking on the tile kitchen floor — no reason to waste good vino, right?

I expected Mona to blow off the rest of the day and go home to drink herself into a stupor, but I had to give her credit for her ability to throw off the terror and confusion of the day. I could, “Hear,” her pushing the craziness to the back of her mind to deal with later while she figured out how to manage the rest of her day.

Her agency (and it was hers, make no mistake about it) had a weekly meeting of all the agents at 5pm on Wednesdays and this was the day. It was Mona’s weekly opportunity to put everyone in their place and make sure they knew damn well who was boss. So she was not going to miss it.

I followed as she stopped off at the liquor store and grabbed a pint of bourbon before heading back to the office. It was an hour or so before the meeting, so Mona brushed past the couple of people that were in the main office and slammed the door of her private sanctum behind her. She uncrewed the top of the bottle and took a big swig and then another before collapsing into her plush desk chair, trying to stop shaking.

Mona

The team was assembled in the board room when Mona made her entrance a couple of minutes after 5pm. She surveyed the team — Luke and Ben, picked more for their good looks and charm than brains. The middle-aged female customers loved them. Sarah, the older woman that Mona had basically stolen the agency from, who she kept on because she really could sell houses. Jessica, the hot brunette that she both envied and feared, for her youth and for her looks. And Cheryl, the somewhat dumpy, straw-haired office manager, for whom she had nothing but contempt. But she did her job well.

Ten minutes into the financial review, she noticed that rather than the bored looks she usually got, everyone was staring at her, leering even, like they knew something had happened to her earlier in the day. She faltered in her presentation, looking around the room at the burning eyes focused on her boobs and her crotch rather than the presentation. She could have sworn that Jessica and Luke were actually drooling.

Then she felt a presence behind her and heard a whispered word, “Cum-slut.”

She felt her mind explode into a million white-hot shards and suddenly nothing mattered to her other than cramming as many dicks and tongues and fingers into her holes as she could get. She reached down and grabbed her blouse, ripping it open and sending buttons flying across the room. Her cunt was on fire, dripping down her leg inside her slacks which she just had to get out of before they strangled her.

Ben reached her first, tearing the zipper down and ripping her pants off, pushing her down against the conference table to pull them off her legs. She hadn’t replaced her thong so her wet, throbbing pussy was on display and Ben didn’t hesitate. His slacks dropped to his ankles, and he thrust his large cock into her. Mona felt like she would explode with joy.

“God, yes! Fuck me! Give me that fuckin’ cock! Fuck me hard!”

Cheryl was also quick to move. The office mouse shed her clothes and revealed a body that was much better than anyone else in the office would have guessed. She was short, but she had perfectly formed small breasts and a taut little ass, which she slid across the table on until her unshaved cunt was below her boss’ mouth.

“Lick my pussy, you bitch! Stick your tongue in my little hole, you fucking slut!”

If anyone had been paying attention, they might have been shocked at her language, but everyone was a little too busy to care. Sarah might be older and a little dumpy, but Luke had no issue with lying on the table as she rode his cock, her large breasts flopping as she bounced up and down. And Jessica was bent over the other side of the table, looking like she was getting royally fucked, although there was no one there to be seen.

Ben came inside Mona with a shout, emptying his balls into her as Cheryl shouted encouragement. Mona felt empty as he pulled out, but Luke had moved Sarah off him and was ready to take Ben’s place. He flipped her over on her back and pulled her ankles up to his shoulders as he rammed his cock into her again and again.

The next forty-five minutes or so seemed to be a blur of pussies, dicks, fingers, tongues and any other appendage that could be used to satisfy Mona’s overarching lust. After a time that she could never measure, she lay back on the table, with Sarah eating her cunt and Luke driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Then she moaned in frustration as both the dick and the tongue were withdrawn.

She looked up and saw that all her employees had moved back, looking past her with leering grins on their faces. She looked down her body, covered in jizz and girl cum and sweat, to see a dark figure that looked somewhat familiar, standing between her legs.

He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs even wider than they had been and pulled her closer to the edge of the conference table. She gasped as she saw his cock, at least twelve inches long and as thick as a beer can. He roughly jammed two fingers inside her cunt, leaking with jizz and her arousal. He withdrew them and wiped them over the head of his cock, and then he thrust forward.

The shock as he entered her ass was almost more than she could bear. She couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs to either shout or scream and she wanted to do both. She also wanted this cock to pound her forever — to fuck her ass and her pussy and to cum down her throat for the rest of her life.

She couldn’t make out the features of her lover as he pounded in and out of her, eliciting little yelps of pain and pleasure. She came hard, then came again, then she seemed to just exist in a never-ending orgasm, her ass clenching around the huge dick that was fucking her relentlessly while her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy.

Despite her near delirium, she was aware enough to realize that the stranger was about to cum. His features cleared a bit and she realized that he was the man that she had bumped into at the country club, and that had seemingly been replaced by a monster at the showing. She didn’t care about any of that.

“Fuck me, dammit! Fuck my asshole! Harder! Give me that fuckin dick! Cum in my tight little ass, you fucker!” she ranted, clutching his strong arms to make sure he didn’t leave until she got her jizz.

She had a vague awareness that both Ben and Luke were kneeling on the table on either side of her, their female office mates jerking them off against her tits.

The dark man gave a roar and exploded into her ass, spurting over and over again. She could feel the heat all the way up into her chest, as he filled her with hot jizz. She felt like her insides were melting and then her outsides as both her male employees emptied hot cum onto her tits.

She lay back on the table, covered in slimy sweat and jizz, finally sated. Her employees gathered up their clothes, chatting with each other as if nothing happened. They filed out of the conference room, along with the dark man, leaving her panting and terrified. Terrified that she would never feel this good again.

Sir

I walked out with the rest of the real estate agents, pausing to dress. By the time they each got home, they would forget about what had happened and only remember another boring meeting. But Mona wouldn’t forget.

I had picked her address out of her thoughts and drove the Audi to her house, thinking that I should probably ditch it soon. It was not a good neighborhood to park on the street, but I was able to continue on a half mile or so past and park in a Whole Foods parking lot and walk back.

It was a huge house, as I expected, only this one was well-maintained, unlike some of those that she had tried to pawn off earlier in the day. I walked up the curving drive and around past the separate garage to the patio in the back. I concentrated a little to determine who, if anyone, was home.

I mentally found Mona’s daughter right away, upstairs in what I assumed was her bedroom. But I was confused by the fact that she seemed to be masturbating while talking to someone the phone — not behavior I would have expected from what I had thought was a eleven or twelve year old girl.

Before I could go in and investigate, I realized that I was also sensing someone just inside the back door, which I assumed led to a mud room or the kitchen. I had never, “Not,” been able to read someone who was that close, but I was mostly getting fog when I tried to figure out who was there. Intriguing!

I mentally jimmied the lock open and stepped into the breakfast nook, to be confronted by a tiny Latina holding a large butcher knife in one hand and making a warding sign against evil with the other.

I held my hands out from my side to show that I wasn’t armed and stupidly said, “Que pasa?”

She just stared at me, the knife shaking a little but her eyes never wavering.

“What do you want here, el Diablo? There are no souls for you here!”

I was dumbfounded. No one, not a single person, had been able to see my inner demon when I hadn’t wanted them to.

“Honey, put the knife down. I’m not here to hurt you. But tell me what you see when you look at me?”

And why can’t I read your mind? I thought to myself.

“I am the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. I know things and I can see things. I can see you are a devil, mister. You cannot hide from me,” she said, refusing to relinquish her hold on the knife, “I see a devil and I see a man, both at the same time. You may not be red and you may not have horns, but I know a devil. And you cannot have my soul, el Diablo.”

I looked down at her more closely. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. Cute but fierce, with a wide mouth that I’d bet was beautiful when she smiled.

I said, “Honey, I don’t want your soul. I wouldn’t know what to do with it. And I don’t want the souls of the family here. I’m not the devil. I’m not even, “A,” devil. I’ve got some kind of demon inside me, but the man is still here too.”

She was undeterred.

“Then why are you here, demon-man? If you are not here for souls, what the hell do you want?”

I chose not to answer.

Instead I asked, “Who is upstairs?”

“That’s Shelly. She’s Mr. Selig’s daughter. Leave her alone!” she said, taking a step forward, still brandishing her knife.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt her. But isn’t she a little young to be having phone sex? What’s your name, anyway?”

The girl looked at me a little funny.

“She’s nineteen, but how do you know she’s ha … Oh. I guess you would know. If you have to call me something, you can call me Ronnie.”

“Well, Ronnie, from what I gathered from Mona’s mind, I would have thought her daughter was about 8 years younger.”

Ronnie got a sour look at the mention of her boss and spat out, “That puta. She thinks her daughter is a Barbie doll that she can take out and play with when the mood strikes her. She doesn’t love Shelly any more than she loves Mr. Selig. They both deserve so much better than that whore.”

“You know, Ronnie, we may be on the same side. I’m not here for anyone’s soul, but I am here to … punish Mona. She’s not a good person. It sounds like she doesn’t treat you or her daughter right. What about her husband?”

She looked at me fiercely again.

“Mr. Selig is a good man. He’s practically a saint to put up with that bitch whoring around all the time. She doesn’t love him. He deserves someone who loves him as much as …”

“As much as who, Ronnie? You? Are you in love with your boss? What if I could get the two of you together? Get Mona out of the way? Would you help me?” I asked, making things up as I went.

I had no idea where this was going but it was getting interesting.

“You are wicked, el Diablo. You are after my soul after all. You tempt me but I will not sign a contract with you,” she said, although she looked away and lowered her knife, like she might have been thinking about it.

“Ronnie, I’m not lying. I do not. Want. Your. Soul. Wouldn’t know how to take it. Wouldn’t know what to do with it. No, what I need from you is a little assistance in a couple of areas. One might actually be fun. This demon inside me mostly runs on sex,” I said, winking at her.

I might not have been able to hear or make changes to her conscious thoughts, but since I had realized that I’d been trying to heat her up physically. That took more demon energy, but that battery was fully charged from earlier in the day. Her nipples were at full attention under her tank top, and I could see a shadow in the crotch of her white booty shorts.

She drew back, like she was about to run out the door, but she wasn’t quite sure she didn’t want to stay. I magicked my clothes away and she drew in a sharp breath as she took in the sight of my cock, which was hanging halfway down to my knees.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Dios mio, papi, is that real? What a monster! That thing would break me in half,” she proclaimed, looking away but finally putting her knife down on the counter.

She took a step forward.

“Imagine what it will look like hard, little one,” I said, “Why don’t you play around with it and see what happens? If you’re curious …”

She stepped right in front of me and reached down a small hand to lift the head, which caused an involuntary twitch that almost scared her right out of the room.

But she stepped back and started stroking me with both hands, barely encircling the shaft. It didn’t take much of that for me to get hard, reaching a full twelve inches of length as it rose in front of her. She barely noticed when I magicked her clothes off as well.

She was a beautiful little thing — light brown skin, perfectly round little B-cup breasts with dark brown nipples that I’d been mentally tweaking to sharp points, and a wide mouth that was almost salivating now as she contemplated my massive erection. The scent of her arousal filled the kitchen.

There was no way she was getting much of me in her mouth, but I loved the way she stroked my shaft and licked all around the head, before lifting my cock up and giving my balls the same treatment. She felt better than anyone had in months, particularly since I wasn’t making her do anything at all.

I looked around the kitchen and breakfast nook and didn’t see anything other than hard surfaces.

“Ronnie, honey, is there someplace a little more comfortable we can go?”

She stopped what she was doing long enough to stand up and take my hand in her smaller one, leading me past the side door that led to the garage and on to a small apartment, consisting of a small bedroom and a utilitarian bathroom. Ronnie had done what she could to personalize it and make it a space for her, but she didn’t have much to work with.

But there was a bed and she flopped down on it, legs partly apart. I could see her wetness shining in the dim light where it coated the insides of her thighs. I had no interest in being subtle so I stepped in between her legs, grabbed her ankles and raised them towards my shoulders.

She planted the soles of her feet on my chest and grabbed my arms as I leaned over her and my cock pressed against her labia.

“Do it, papi! I can take it! Give me that big fuckin’ cock!” she yelled, now begging me to fuck her.

I slid inside her, surprised to find that I fit like she was made for me, despite my enhanced size. Like with her mouth, she might have been a tiny girl, but she was big in the right places. I got at least eight inches inside her before bottoming out against her cervix. Some women find that painful, but my little Ronnie was clearly not one of them.

I pulled back and pounded into her again, and again. She was gripping me so tightly that her nails cut into my triceps, but I didn’t give a shit. She was the best fuck I’d had in months, and all without me doing anything other than heating her up a bit.

“Let me ride you, papi! Let me ride that big fucking dick!”

I was more than happy to let her do the work and I thought that her taking control might help keep me from hurting her. So I pulled out and lay down next to her. She took a minute to lean over and taste herself on my cock before she threw her leg over me.

Her legs were so short and my dick was so long that she had to slide almost up to my chest to line up my cock with her pussy. But once she got me inside her, she leaned back and started riding me for all she was worth. Her eyes rolled back and drool started to run down the side of her mouth.

After a few minutes, I grabbed her hips and pulled her up a little and changed the angle, so that I was hitting her G-spot with short, sharp strokes. She gasped and started panting and shaking, cumming hard until she collapsed onto my chest. I couldn’t have told you why, but I chose that moment to magically tattoo a rune on the inside of her left thigh, similar to what I had done to Janelle. I hadn’t worked out the meaning yet, but I felt like it was something I needed to do. I wanted to mark her as mine.

She was unmoving for a couple of minutes, before she groaned and rolled off me onto her back, trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck. That was … oh fuck.”

She looked at me with a little grin on her face, then down at my still raging super-sized hard-on.

“Papi, you haven’t cum yet. You have to cum for me.”

She rose and knelt between my knees, lowering her head to lavish attention on my balls. I idly stroked myself while she took care of me, soaking my balls before taking the fat head of my cock into her mouth again.

I relaxed, not trying to hold off, and let her do her thing. And her thing was magic. I might have had powers, but she had superpowers of her own. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting myself upwards into her mouth, right on the verge.

“Ronnie, baby, I’m close, sweetheart! Almost there!”

She redoubled her efforts and I think my orgasm started from my toes and worked up until I was spurting into her sweet mouth, while she jerked me with both hands and swallowed everything I had to give her.

She rolled over with a sigh, continuing to slowly stroke my huge cock while I came down.

“How was it, papi?” she asked, although surely she knew the answer.

I just leaned over and kissed her hard.

“Thank you, baby girl. You’re something else.”

We lay in her little bed for a little while longer before I sat up.

“Ronnie, I’ve got some things to do but I’ve got some ideas of how to get you what you want and how to take care of your boss. I’ll see you for a little while tomorrow — just follow my lead. But Friday night is show time.”

I didn’t tell her what I meant by that.

“I trust you, papi. I don’t know why but I do. Don’t let me down and don’t hurt Mr. Selig or my girl. Please,” I leaned over and kissed her forehead, “I promise.”

As I walked back into the kitchen, I tuned back into the rest of the house. I could hear Mona in the master bathroom, slumped on the floor of the shower sobbing, while the water started to cool. And I could feel her daughter in her room, talking to someone again.

I walked upstairs and found Shelly’s room. The door was open a foot or so and I could peer in. It looked like a little girl’s room, all pinks and unicorns and cartoon bears. But Shelly was naked on her bed, legs spread with her laptop in front of her, entertaining unseen patrons by driving a dildo in and out of her bare pussy.

I read her mind and realized that, despite her moans and sighs, she really wasn’t all that aroused. I guess the repetition of her shows had gotten a little boring. So while she pretended to get herself off, I started an orgasm building inside her, that quickly grew into a massive and totally unexpected, thigh-shaking cum.

I could hear the cash register sounds from her laptop as her patrons showered her with tips, while she just looked a little confused by the orgasm that had come out of nowhere. She looked around towards the door, like she felt someone there, but of course I didn’t let her see me.

I headed out the door and back to the borrowed car a few blocks away. I was hungry as hell, but luckily the Whole Foods was still open, and I grabbed a four pack of NoDa IPAs and a couple of prepared sandwiches and some chips from the deli case. The hotel was just a few miles away, across from Southpark Mall, and I got checked in and into the room by ten o’clock.

I sucked down the first IPA so fast that I barely tasted it, then I slowed down to enjoy the food and the second beer. I’d been tempted by the cute evening desk chick at reception but talked myself out of any further sexcapades as I did come to Charlotte for a specific reason. Well, two, actually — get a copy of the Codex and get some more money in my hidden bank accounts.

The next morning, I decided that the borrowed car was probably too hot by now, so I left it in the corner of the hotel parking lot and took a Lyft to the college, which was only about ten minutes away.

My first goal for the day was reached without any need for my special abilities. I showed up at Queens College at 10 am and the archivist was so happy that anyone was interested in her charges that I walked out an hour later with a full digital copy of the Benarthic Codex on a USB key and with promises that I would come back later to see more of her collection. I’m pretty sure she would have blown me as well, but while I’m not picky, seventy-two year olds are not really my thing.

The next stop was Uptown Charlotte (never, “Downtown,” — the city fathers years ago having decided that that sounded negative). I scoped out a couple of high-end lunch places near the Bank of America and Wells Fargo skyscrapers. Two hours later, I had roughly five hundred million dollars more in my secret accounts than I had when I woke up that morning. There’s no way to completely hide those kinds of transactions so there were clearly going to be people going to jail, but none of them were going to be me. And I didn’t feel all that guilty about a couple of bankers doing time for embezzlement.

I picked up a Tesla from valet parking outside the McCormick & Schmick on Tryon and drove back down to Myers Park. I knew it would be tracked quickly but I did it mostly for the fun of messing with whatever pretentious asshole owned it. I walked back up to Mona’s house and let myself into the now-familiar kitchen.

I could sense a hole where a person should be and figured that must be Ronnie. No one else seemed to be there. I hollered at Ronnie so she’d know I was there, and she came out of whatever room she’d been cleaning, still wearing her rubber gloves.

“Ah, el Diablo. You, “Did,” come back. You needed a little more of this?” she asked, cocking her hips to one side.

I laughed and said, “That’s very tempting, little one, but I want to do some planning with you instead. You wouldn’t have any coffee, would you?”

We stood at the kitchen island, drinking espresso and eating some terrific cayenne-laced shortbread she had just pulled out of the oven while we planned the next couple of days. Mr. Selig worked in New York every week, but he flew home every Friday, landing in Charlotte around 1 pm and going into his office Uptown before coming home.

I planned to meet him there the next day, but I also wanted to keep Mona off-kilter in the meantime.

“What time do Shelly and Mona get home usually?”

Ronnie replied, “It’s Thursday — Shelly will probably be here around four o’clock and I expect her bitch of a mother to be here around six c’clock.”

I laid out my short plan for the day to Ronnie and while she didn’t look happy, she didn’t argue either. I camped out in the well-appointed media room for the rest of the afternoon, watching Netflix on the sixty-five inch screen and eating the snacks that Ronnie supplied me with until after Shelly got home.

I waited until after five o’clock, then went up to Shelly’s room. She was actually studying rather than camming, which surprised me a little. I pulled her image of her father out of her head and cloaked myself in it, then knocked on her door.

“Cupcake?” I said in her father’s voice.

“Daddy!?! I didn’t expect you until tomorrow night!” she said, jumping from the bed to throw the door open and jump into my arms, “What are you doing here early for? What did you bring me?”

I let her down and looked into her eyes.

“I came home early for you, Cupcake. And I brought you this.” I cranked up her desire to eleven and her inhibitions down to zero and unzipped my slacks, “Do you like your present, sweetheart?”

She gasped as she saw my twelve-inch cock emerge from my trousers. She had definitely fantasized about her father, but she would have fucked a garden rake, as horny as she was right then.

“Oh, Daddy, is that all for me?”

As I watched her hot mouth descend over my cock, I took a closer look at little Shelly. Her mom might think of her as still being a pre-teen, but she was clearly not still a little girl. Her little round ass filled out her tight shorts very nicely and when she pulled back to look up at me, her tits strained against her tight t-shirt.

She looked up into my eyes and raised her arms, so I took the hint and pulled her shirt up over her head. She slipped out of her shorts while she slid back onto the bed, her eyes going back and forth between my face and my monster cock.

“Are you going to fuck me, Daddy? Are you going to fill my little girl pussy with that big daddy cock?”

Mona

“Thank God today was sort of normal,” she thought as she pulled into the driveway.

She was sure that she was pretty close to a couple of million-plus sales and more importantly, the people in her office seemed to have no memory of the day before. Except that she thought she caught a couple of the guys leering at her out of the corner of her eye.

She kicked her heels off as soon as she closed the door and carried them with her up to the master bedroom before dropping them on the floor and collapsing on the bed. Maybe, she thought, yesterday was just stress. It couldn’t have really happened, right?

She had just closed her eyes when she heard someone softly knocking on the bedroom door frame.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

It was The Help, of course, bothering her at exactly the wrong time.

“What is it that can’t wait?” Mona snapped as she glared at the useless girl.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but there’s something that you really need to see. It’s very important,” Ronnie insisted.

“Fuck. It damn well better be,” she sighed, as she got up and followed the little Latina down the hall.

She heard the noises before she got within ten feet of her daughter’s bedroom door, which was open a couple of feet.

“Oh Daddy! You fuck me so good!”

That didn’t make any sense in any way to her, since her husband was not going to be home until the next day, and he wouldn’t be fucking his daughter. He wasn’t like that.

But The Help pushed the door open a little further and there was her angel girl, naked on her back on her bed with her legs spread like a cheap whore while her father, (“My damn husband!” she thought), pounded away at her.

She screamed and lurched forward, her fingers like claws ready to rip the eyes out of the man defiling her perfect daughter. But she found that she couldn’t move past the door frame, as if some invisible barrier stood between her and her progeny.

The Help looked at Mona like she was stupid.

“What’s the matter, ma’am? Shouldn’t you do something about this?”

The younger woman stepped into the room and leaned over the bed, kissing Mona’s daughter like a lover. She turned back and smirked at her boss.

“See? No problem!”

Mona shrieked again, but her scream died quickly as her vision blurred and her husband somehow… changed. Now she was looking at the dark stranger that had haunted her all week, fucking her daughter with that obscene foot-long cock.

“Give me that cock, Sir! Pound that monster into me! Please give me more!” Shelly screamed, holding onto the stranger’s arms with an iron grip.

Mona looked on in horror, both from seeing her daughter get ravaged, as well as from her growing realization that she wished it were herself.

Unable to do anything to intervene, Mona just stared and soon her vision blurred again. She shook her head as if trying to clear out cobwebs. When she looked again, the eight-foot tall demon of her nightmares was ripping her daughter’s pussy apart. Shelly’s head was thrown back in ecstasy and pain as the huge green cock sawed in and out of her, so deep in her that Mona could see it bulging up from within her daughter’s chest.

Mona moaned and slumped against the wall, unable to watch any more, her energy spent. She placidly followed The Help as she was led back to her bedroom where she collapsed again on her bed, oblivious to everything around her.

Sir

I sensed Mona being led away by Ronnie and stopped focusing on any illusion so I could just enjoy the sweet little pussy I was fucking. Shelly was clearly not a virgin, but she was tight and felt heavenly, especially as she quivered through another orgasm, her legs shaking around my hips.

I finally gave a growl and pulled out, spraying black jizz all over her torso. Shelly used her fingers to scrape the cum off her taut belly and her chest, sucking each finger dry in turn. I leaned down and kissed her before getting up and finding my clothes. I left her with the thought that she’d had a most delicious daydream before heading out the door.

The Tesla was being towed as I walked by, the only surprise being how long it had taken for someone to pick it up. I grabbed an Uber back to the hotel but walked past it over to a row of shops and restaurants next door and found a little Tex-Mex place for a bite to eat.

After a half dozen street tacos and a couple of pints, I was feeling quite refreshed and not ready to end the evening. If everything went well the next day, I’d be heading out on Saturday and leaving Mona and her family behind, so I decided to have a little fun before I left.

My waitress was a cute little brunette named Mindy and I enjoyed mentally amping up her horniness through my meal. By the time she picked up my empty plate and asked me if there was anything else she could get for me (anything at all!), I could see that the crotch of her shorts was wet, which she tried to hide with her order book.

“Well, Mindy, maybe after I settle up, you could join me for a nightcap in my hotel room,” I said, knowing full well that for anyone else, that would not be a winning line.

But I wasn’t just anyone.

She squirmed a little in front of my table, obviously wanting to go with me and just as obviously not wanting to lose her job. I settled that by calling the floor manager over and explaining that Mindy was going to help me get to my hotel room and that he was perfectly okay with that, which of course he was.

As the two of us walked into the hotel lobby, I saw that the pretty evening hotel manager from the night before was turning over to the night shift. She was a tall, thin blonde — she would probably have been a model if her face were a little less round, which made her cute rather than stunning.

Lucy was happy to come up to the room with us to make sure that, “Everything was to our liking.” And it definitely was. For at least the next few hours. Neither Mindy nor Lucy might have been interested in girls before that night but that changed permanently under my tutelage. I enjoyed watching them explore each other almost as much as I enjoyed fucking them both raw.

I finally kicked them out at around four o’clock in the morning — while my demonic gas tank was full to the brim, my physical body still got tired and boy, was I tired. The two of them found their clothes and left holding hands — I was sure this wasn’t going to be the last time they’d see each other.

I slept in a little Friday morning as I didn’t have anywhere I had to be until mid-afternoon. I caught a ride uptown in time to have a nice late lunch and mentally suggest to a couple more banker types that they should increase my holdings in foreign bank accounts some more and then forget all about it.

Frank Selig had a nice office about halfway up one of the big towers in Uptown Charlotte, with good views and an attractive secretary sitting just outside. I read her thoughts quickly — she really liked her boss and felt bad about the way his wife treated him, but there was nothing more between them. I slipped past her and relaxed on the sofa of Frank’s office, enjoying the view and a sip of twenty year old Scotch while I waited.

Frank came in around quarter-to-three, dumping his briefcase on his desk and pouring himself a Scotch before settling into his big desk chair. I didn’t let him know I was there at first, taking some time to read him while he caught up on work.

Frankly (no pun intended), he was a nice guy. He loved his daughter (and yes, he had, “Those,” thoughts about her but would never do anything about them on his own). He did have a crush on Ronnie, but wouldn’t do anything about that either, since she was his employee. And he just wished his wife would be honest about wanting out so that they could work out a settlement, instead of her trying to take him for everything, which it was clear to him was her plan.

I liked him and decided to do something for the guy. It might not be what he would have chosen for himself, but I was pretty sure he’d be happy about it in the long run. I just had to lower some of his inhibitions (well, a lot of his inhibitions) and get him to be as aggressive in pursuing his personal wants and needs as he clearly was in his business.

When I was sure of my plan, I said “Frank, we need to talk,” and let myself be seen, “Let’s have another Scotch and get to know each other a little better. Invite that cute little secretary in here too.”

Mona

She was ready to say goodbye to the longest week in history. Her Friday had not gone at all well. She jumped at every noise and probably scared off a couple of buyers by being so far off her game. While she was out, apparently everyone else in the office decided that it was going to be a half-day, even though they were behind their sales plan for the month. She looked around the empty office and as much as she hated to say it, they probably had the right idea.

She stopped off at the country club, hoping for a quickie from her masseuse, only to find that he was off and his replacement was a big dyke who held no interest at all for Mona. She headed for the bar instead, gulping down a shot of Malibu before settling into a large glass of Cabernet.

When she didn’t feel like she could put it off any longer, she headed for the house, dreading having to deal with her husband for the weekend. If only he would push back so they could fight, instead of his insistence to be reasonable. She fucking hated his reasonableness.

She came in through the kitchen, surprised not to see The Help. She thought it was high time she replaced that little bitch. As she walked further into the house, she heard noises coming from the media room. The sound of sex. If that bastard husband of hers was watching porn in there, she thought, she was really going to let him have it.

She walked in and sure enough, there was a blonde on the huge screen, pounding a big black dildo in and out of her pussy. She could see the back of her husband’s head above the sofa and was about to yell at him when she realized that the girl in the video was her daughter. She also realized that the sounds she was hearing were not coming from the high-end surround sound speakers.

She rounded the sofa, only to find her naked daughter kneeling on the sofa, slurping on her father’s cock while The Help knelt on the floor, leaning over the sofa to lick away at her daughter’s pussy. She shrieked and reached out to grab the Latina by the hair when the girl turned to her.

“Stop, puta!” she shouted.

Mona had no idea why but she froze, her hand inches from Ronnie’s head.

“You don’t run things here anymore, puta! Stand up straight.”

The older woman did so, unable to stop herself. Shelly stopped sucking her father’s cock long enough to give her mother a leer before throwing her leg over his lap and lowering herself on his saliva-covered dick.

Ronnie moved up on the sofa next to Mona’s husband and leaned over to kiss him, then Shelly, before looking back at her boss and spreading her legs.

“Mona, I think it’s time you started earning your keep around here. You cumslut!”

There was a small rational part left of Mona that realized with some surprise that she had wanted this feeling again. This explosion of lust that she had felt in the office — the sure knowledge that the only thing important in her life was fucking, licking, stroking and sucking everyone in the room. She ripped her cashmere sweater over her head and jerked her bra off before dropping to her knees in front of Ronnie.

She struggled with getting her skirt off while she dove into Ronnie’s cunt, licking and sucking like her life depended on it and for that moment, it did. She finally slid her skirt and thong down to her ankles and attacked Ronnie’s pussy with her fingers added to the mix.

Next to her, Shelly rode her father, his cock sliding in and out of her tight little pussy while his mouth was latched on to her tit. She leaned over a little and Ronnie suckled the other, which set Shelly off on another orgasm.

As Ronnie came from Mona’s oral and digital attack, Mona looked around for something to fill her pussy. That’s when she realized that the dark stranger was suddenly behind her, his cock fully at attention.

“Oh god please fuck me, Sir! Fuck this dirty whore! Fuck me until I forget everything!”

The dark man obliged, kneeling behind her and slamming his entire length into her, making her screech and beg for more. Ronnie helped Shelly up off her father’s lap and Mona took the opportunity to suck his still-hard cock into her mouth, licking her daughter’s juices off his dick while Sir pounded her from behind. Shelly and Ronnie sat next to each other with their legs entwined, stroking each other’s clit as they watched Mona being spit-roasted.

Frank held his wife’s head down until he came deep in her mouth, making her gag as she struggled to swallow his jizz. Sir held her hips while he drilled her to a constant orgasm, her legs quivering as she came and came around his thick cock.

She whimpered and begged as he withdrew from her and motioned Shelly over to take his cock in her mouth. She did her best to take him in, covering his member with spit until he turned back to her mother, and she helped guide his dick into Mona’s asshole.

“Oh, fffuuuuuuuckkkk!” was all Mona could manage as twelve inches of demon-enhanced man meat invaded her back side.

Her eyes rolled up into her head and her body moved again of its own accord, pushing back hard against Sir every time he stroked back into her.

She could feel his cock swell even more until he exploded inside her, painting her guts with his dark cum as her silent scream tore at her throat.

As Sir finished and pulled out, Mona rolled over onto her back, panting like she’d just run a marathon. But her mind and body were still on fire with need. She looked up at the stranger and knew what she wanted more than anything else in the world.

“Sir, I need the demon. I need the demon to fuck me. Please.”

Frank, Ronnie and Mona were making out together in a pile and didn’t pay any attention as Sir obliged. The eight-foot green demon looked down on her, hunger and want in its eyes as it took in the big-titted blonde. Eighteen inches of ropy, knobby cock stood at attention, ready to invade her deepest places.

Mona stared at the demon dick and slowly licked her lips, before turning her eyes to the demon’s face and begging once more.

“Please?”

She felt like she was being ripped apart and put back together in new ways when he leaned forward and drove his inhuman cock into her. She felt parts of her tear and rip and reform in different ways and spaces, but mostly she felt the relentless in-and-out, causing her to scream in both agony and ecstasy until her throat burned. With all the internal stimuli, she didn’t even notice the burning on her lower back from the secret tattoo that Sir had just gifted her with.

Shelly broke away from her father and her friend and looked at her mother in disgust.

“Jeez, Mom, can’t you keep it down? Let’s see if this helps.”

She straddled her mother, facing the demon, and forced her pussy down over her mother’s mouth.

“Lick now, scream later, you bitch!”

Mona complied as best as she could while being ripped in half by the demon’s constant pounding. There was no more pain, just an intense overload of pleasure that threatened to tear her mind apart just as much as her body was. She gave another shriek as she felt the biggest orgasm yet rip through her, her back bowing so much that she almost threw her daughter off her face. Then she collapsed and lost consciousness.

The demon gave a roar and slid his obscene phallus out of Mona’s obscenely-stretched pussy, but Shelly was there ready to take as much of the end of it into her mouth as she could fit. The long green cock jerked and spurted but she swallowed every bit of the dark demon-laced seed until her flat, toned belly bulged with the extra liquid. Then she too passed out, next to her comatose mother.

Sir

I resumed my normal body after a moment to recover from one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. Mother and daughter were lying next to each other on the floor and Frank and Ronnie were sitting facing each other on the sofa in deep conversation, ignoring everything around them.