My girlfriend left me about three months ago.

Her reasons: ‘I really like your best friend, Faye. I’ve realized I’m more into pussy than I am dick.

I just feel like I belong with a woman rather than a man.’

I was in complete disbelief.

My girlfriend of four years was leaving me for my best friend.

I think this was where I started to breakdown.

See, it wasn’t just that.

My mom and dad had died in a car crash in just last June, on a Sunday.

They were coming back from services at Saving Light Catholic Church (I stopped going to church when I hit eighteen) and they were hit by someone trying to make a quick getaway from the police.

It wasn’t that long who. It had yet to be a full year.

The news of my girlfriend was my breaking point.

I just sat in the room of my apartment and had a meltdown when my roommate was gone, feeling like the world had ended and time had came to an abrupt stop,

I had to deal with it though.

I couldn’t bring them back no matter how much I wished I could.

It was Monday.

My first day off from work.

I sat down by my computer desk and stared at the screen intensely; trying to figure out what to do, but my mind would wonder to one thing: Porn.

It seemed like about the only thing I could do.

I had rotten luck with girls. Each one I came across was either taken, not interested…Or not into guys.

It was frustrating,

I was getting really tired if internet porn.

Masturbating felt nice, but it just wasn’t as satisfying as real sex, and when you finally blew it all out, you felt unfulfilled and depressed.

And even though I loved seeing a girl with breasts bigger than anyone’s head could ever be, bouncing up and down, it just wasn’t the same.

I sighed and just shrugged.

I was horny as hell.

I might as well just go ahead and get it over with.

I clicked the mouse and interrupted my beach girl screensaver.

I entered my password on the screen, Dracula9000, then clicked on my shortcut to Firefox.

I typed in: Big Tit Tube and one place called Mammary Girls came up.

I clicked the website.

I immediately felt a rush of guilt.

Why? I wasn’t quite sure.

But then the dopamine kicked in and I was focused on the women.

There was girls of various color, both skin color and hair.

Black girls, white girls, Hispanics, Indians, Japanese, Chinese, Korean.

It was pretty much all there.

But they all had one thing in common: Huge breasts.

I think the smallest breasted girls were about a D, everyone else, the majority, were DD and up. No A, B or even C. These were all girls who carried their massive weight with pride.

I clicked on a thumbnail that said ‘New Neighbor Horny for White Anaconda’ and let the video come up and buffer.

I hated waiting.

The video came up and started with the boring, usual crap.

The story of the video was this guy’s wife cheated on him with some ugly plumber, and left him.

This was where the black girl came in.

She was a new neighbor who just moved in.

‘Joe’ went to visit her to be kind and offer hospitality.

He baked her a batch if cookies and walked a few steps towards the left of his house, where she lived and knocked on the door.

Blah, blah, blah.

Once inside, it ends up going to the direction of Joe (the being middle-aged, yet slightly handsome main star) spills about what happened to him.

Naturally, Jane, the black girl with a beautiful face, long, back-length black hair, and a mouth-gaping set of 39 GG tits, and a big, round phat ass, took pity on him.

One thing lead to another.

They kissed. At first it was an innocent kiss to comfort him, soon it became one of lust, and finally it escalated into a tongue battle.

They stripped naked.

Her ass was even bigger looking once the black dress she had on was off.

She covered her mouth in shock when she saw Joe’s white, monster cock.

But it wasn’t long before the Ethiopian beauty was aggressively sucking him off. After a few minutes of oral sex, Jane had the red monster pulled out of her mouth.

She bent over, stuck her ass up in the air, and was penetrated from behind.

“Oh, yeah!” She screamed, her ass being pumped while his balls slapped her ass.

“Fuck me.” She closed her eyes.

Soon Joe was going faster and harder.

“Fuck me! Oh, fuck! YES!”

Her tits just shook violently as that monster meat pushed in and out of her.

Smack, smack, smack.

“FUCK! Oh, yeah! Ahh, yeah! Fuck me baby, fuck me with that big cock.”

Soon she was moaning at the top of her lungs.

I spurted all over my keyboard watching her getting fucked like an animal.

When the video ended, I turned off my browser and just sat in my chair; vanilla seeping into the keys of my keyboard, and my cock grasped in my hand.

I was temporarily happy and sighed.

I still needed to rub another one out, but I figured it could wait.

“Damn it!” I growled under my breath. “Now I’ll need a new keyboard. One that doesn’t smell like jizz.”

I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. I needed to get any droplets that may still be lingering in my little friend.

I let the water spray over my dick, and shaved balls.

I’ve always kept my pubic hair trimmed.

Even though I admired the male porn stars, I didn’t believe in pubic hair elimination.

I washed my swollen member; rubbing the head first, then my shaft, then my soft balls.

When I was done with my shower, I went to comb my still wet, black hair.

I stared at myself in the mirror with my dark blue eyes.

Going over my muscular physique while I combed my short, black hair slowly.

I was worried I might be getting flabby. I had been eating a lot of junk lately. And while I stopped yesterday, I was worried it’d show.

But it barely showed, and my six pack abs and defined pectoral muscles, biceps and triceps were unaffected…THIS time.

While I draped a long, velvet towel big long enough to cover everything but my ankles, around my body, I heard a strange noise.

Was that music coming from my computer? Weird.

“I’m positive I exited my browser. I didn’t open anything else after I closed. And I only had one tab open.”

I walked out of the bathroom and went towards my red dresser and pulled out a pair of Dracula design boxers, pulled them up my knees, and turned my gaze towards my desktop computer with a dumbfounded expression on my face.

Was that demonic choir music? It sounded creepy as…Well, Hell.

I saw a web page come up.

It looked like an old Angelfire web page from 2000; really old school stuff that I liked.

The background was black, but had animated GIF fire dancing around, while the text was bright, but not too bright, red.

“What the…”

As I stared at the screen, an image of the Star of David popped up.

In the star it said: ‘Hail Satan.’

This creeped me out.

I took a step back, but then text started popping up in the screen, racing across the screen to the right, as if the computer was typing itself.

What the fuck was going on?

This kind of stuff WASN’T normal, and I had never heard of crap like this.

I started to read the text out-loud to myself.

“Hello, Chris.

You may not have may met me before, but I knew you since before you were born. You were always my favorite and I remember how we used to play games together and share laughs.”

What?

“I want to inform you that I’ve lost my daughter. Well, rather, I let her leave of her own accord.

She’s pretty feisty like her old father here.”

I think I felt a sharp jolt pierce through me.

It couldn’t have been…It wasn’t possible.

“I want to make one thing clear,” the text continued, “while I did enjoy being around you and regarded you as my favorite, I want you to be clear; YOU ARE NOT to go near my daughter. She’s marrying Astaroth.

Stay away from my daughter.

Heed this kind warning…Or else.”

The demonic choir music faded out.

I was left staring at my computer screen, then a big animated GIF of Satan appeared and its jaws unhinged to let out a deep, guttural chortle.

The web page disappeared as if it never existed.

I shook my head, but instead of staying there frozen in fear, I got dressed in a sleeveless black top and black jeans, matching shoes, and left.

Satan? I was actually being communicated by THE Satan?

I didn’t even bother getting in the car.

A walk would calm my nerves better than driving some damn car.

Why drive? As shaken up as I was, I probably wouldn’t be paying enough attention not to run someone over.

I headed downtown.

I always enjoyed being downtown.

The buildings looked so much bigger and pleasing to the eye when you could just walk up and see them all.

And this was the area where most of the rich came to dine and shop.

So it was needless to say that most of the places looked fancy.

And having a red brick road to follow didn’t hurt either.

I saw a few old cars from the ’30s and ’40s driving around.

That was a pleasing sight.

But of course these belonged to the rich.

When I reached an alley that separated Janet’s Jewelry and Master Cook Bistro, I stopped and wondered why I came out here.

It hit me I only had enough money to help Jennifer pay rent on the apartment, buy a few groceries, and buy myself my protein powders. The particular drink mix I got ranged from fifty to two hundred dollars, so that took up a bit as well.

I felt so stupid.

“Better go home…” I let my eyebrows drop; grimacing.

“Hey.” Said an alluring voice with a hint of mischievousness in it.

It had a dark tone to it as well.

“Huh?” Was my only response.

“Look straight, baby.”

I looked straight and what I saw made me feel a combination of both dread and desire.

A woman about 6’6 stood before me.

She had long, raven black hair that fell down to her back, bright red skin, golden-yellow eyes, and black lipstick on her plump full lips.

She was dressed in all black.

Her shirt looked entirely too small for her, and allowed massive amounts of cleavage to escape onto display.

The straps were quite thin like a spaghetti strap, and there was nothing covering her abdomen, simply letting her stomach and slight lady abs stay in clear sight.

She had on a black mini dress that was small enough that it probably showed the bottom curves of her ass cheeks, but kept everything else perfectly covered up.

My eyes, however, couldn’t stray away from her freakish monster tits.

Her mouth-watering breasts were a J cup, I just knew that much.

They sagged down from the massive weight that imposed, but I wasn’t bothered, I always preferred breasts that were so big they sagged down. And it wasn’t like they were saggy like a grandma’s.

Daddy really had created a minx.

“Heh.” She chucked wickedly.

“Guys always stare at my tits.”

I quickly looked away, disappointed in my lack of self-control when she said this to me.

I didn’t want to seem like a dog, like so many men nowadays.

“You can look.” Another laugh rolled off her tongue.

I turned to look at those huge watermelon sized breasts, and bit my lip hard.

I wanted so bad to just go over there and touch them.

They were so ripe looking.

“Yeah,” she started, groping her own breasts, and filling as much of her hands with those bone-crushers as she could, “these puppies get guys all riled up.”

I felt an uncooperative boner acting against my will, and poking straight up in my pants.

I think she noticed, because her golden-yellow eyes were staring fully focused on my crotch.

“Whoa, baby,” she giggled darkly, “looks like you love what you see.”

I turned away.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked without a moment of hesitation, and cutting right to the chase.

An unconscious gasp came out of my mouth. The heat in my stomach intensified at ‘Do you want to fuck me?’

She was really testing me.

I fought the urge to answer her, and an even greater urge to turn around and face her.

I knew if I did, I’d be too weak-willed to resist and give in.

But it was a losing battle.

I pathetically turned to face her.

She smiled at me; tilting her head slightly to the side while porcelain white teeth showed through the deep black, lipstick.

“I do.” I answered. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

She just smiled wider; her lips raising up higher to widen the glimpse of her teeth.

She started to walk towards me; her eight inch stilettos loudly clicking on the cement with each step that she took towards me.

She was exaggerating her movements; swaying her hips in a sexual manner.

I watched; mesmerized by those colossal sized bags of red flesh jiggle and shake with each step she took, looking like they’d pop out to freedom at any given moment.

“Stud,” she referred to me, stopping once she was in front of me, “why are your pants still on? Fuck me.”

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her bazookas.

I squeezed hard; filling my hands up as much as I could with her monster-sized, scarlet, gelatinous tits.

She gasped in delight, and pushed them further into my hands.

“Yeah, cutie…Grab those fat tits.”

“Are they real?” I was wary of how genuine they were.

She just broke out into deep, unrestraint dark laughter.

Laughing at my question.

“Damn fucking straight they’re real. There’s no such thing as implants or silicone in hell. You either got junk on the chest or you’re a sad, flat-chested bitch.

These are all natural, baby.”

I squeezed harder, sinking my fingers down into her marshmallow soft flesh bags while my boner poked into her stomach.

This made her moan.

I quickly recalled what Satan said to me online.

I pulled my hands away.

I didn’t want to find out what kind of wraith Satan may rain down on me if he found out me and his daughter were messing around.

“What’s wrong, handsome?”

“Your dad said he’d kill me.”

“For what?” She rose a black brow.

“Going near you!” I answered.

Her smile faded. “Fuck dad!” She screamed angrily.

I noticed the look in her eyes; his they shifted from happy, albeit lustful and naughty, to angry, frustrated, and depressed.

She looked like she was in real pain, in suffering.

“My dad just tries to control me.

I fucking hate him. He’s forcing me to marry Astaroth, and I don’t want to, but I have to since I’m a princess and he’s a King.

I NEVER get to make my own decisions.

Even though I’m a grown woman.”

I cringed at her town; turning my face away, but when I heard her sigh, I turned to look back at her again.

My erection was gone by this point.

“I’m sorry…” Her tone dropped, sounding much more soft and friendly.

“What’s your name?” I inquired.

“Satana.” She quietly returned.

“I’m Chris. Satana, are you busy?”

“I wish..” Her tone dropped more.

“Will you spend the night with me?”

I heard a gasp escape Satana’s voice.

I think what I was asking her, surprised her, because I saw her smile return.

“I’d like that…” She whispered.

I grabbed her hand.

I doubted anyone would be suspicious. I mean, body paint and contacts were pretty popular nowadays.

Someone would just think she was a nut too eager for Halloween to arrive and think nothing more on it.

I held her hand as we walked through the city.

“You okay? She inquired.

“Your hand…It stings.” I replied.

“You can let go. I am from hell.”

“N-no.” I refused, grunting.

We continued on.

When we arrived at my apartment, I was pleased to see Jennifer wasn’t back yet.

Satana let go of my hand, then gazed around the room slowly.

She whistled, impressed by the surroundings.

We sat down on the couch.

“So what no-” but before I could finish, she devoured my mouth.

I could feel drool dropping from the bottom of her mouth; dropping down against my mouth as she kissed me.

It didn’t even seem like she was kissing me, but was trying to take my whole mouth into her own.

Her mouth tasted like cinnamon and burning wood.

She grabbed my hands again, and placed them on her bowling pins.

I gave a firm squeeze, which she reacted to in return, with a lusty moan right into my mouth.

I had never kissed such an aggressive woman before.

Satana knew what she wanted and went straight for it, not giving a shit about second thoughts, just diving head on.

I felt my cock standing straight up; trying to rip through my jeans to freedom, to her.

It pushed against her, but not in the place it was probably wanting. It hit her stomach.

She squeezed my hand forcefully and roughly against her breasts, causing me to squeeze so tight, that I thought I might leave indentions on them, or tear them right off.

Her lusty sounds only increased at this, the feeling of her jugs practically being crushed by my hands, bringing her further pleasure.

I felt more drool fall out of her mouth, but the rest of it entered my mouth, swiping her drool.

My mouth felt like someone had lit a match and set it on fire, but I didn’t let this feeling stop me from kissing her.

I was actually really starting to enjoy her kiss.

She slid her tongue into my mouth.

We viciously waged brutal war against each other’s tongues.

Hearing her beginning to whimper in my mouth, I felt her black, mini skirt becoming soaked.

She was wet.

She was very, very wet.

I pulled my hands away from her jiggly mountains.

I had to pry our mouths apart, and this resulted in her watery mouth leaking onto my shirt. But she didn’t seem to care; she wasn’t embarrassed.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed. “I want you, I fucking want you!”

I quickly started to take my shirt off, raising it over my shoulders, then over my head.

I took off my shoes, then my socks.

But when I went to take off my pants, Satana violently slapped my hand away.

I guess she figured I wasn’t hurrying fast enough.

She ripped my jeans, no, literally ripped them, right off, tearing them, then throwing them across the room.

Satana had a look of desperation on her face.

It was a look I hadn’t seen before.

She looked furious; having anger at its highest level.

“Are you all right?” I was concerned for her.

She said nothing.

Satana didn’t pull my boxers off, she RIPPED them off, tearing them in half like my jeans, then throwing them across the room.

My cock lightly smacked her face, but this didn’t faze her for even a second.

Satana growled in a deep voice; her eyes focusing only on my rock-hard meat.

She stroked it hard, harder than I was expecting.

Satana’s growling only got more aggressive with each hard stroke she made on my six and a half inch cock.

Finally she brought her face down, licking the head furiously while she seemed to grow angrier.

“Satana?” I still got no response, but I did get eye contact from her.

Satana took me into her mouth.

I let out a deep breath when she did this.

She sucked my pole unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

She was obviously unconcerned about me coming too early inside her mouth.

Her growling increased while her big black lips massaged the edges of my head.

I just focused on her bopping head, and her glowing eyes.

She sucked on my cock as if trying to pull it off with the suction of her lips, and I was fairly certain she was drooling all over it, with how extremely sloppy she was being.

I felt her bite down on the bell-end, but the pain was only a short nip that wasn’t severe, or damage inducing.

Stroking up and down speedily, pumping me in her hand, Satana was bringing me to early orgasm.

I was going to blast all over the inside of her mouth in less than twenty minutes.

She forced me all the way down her throat, deep throating me, taking every bit of length she could, gagging quite loudly in the process.

She bopped her head, her suction on my dick the most aggressive I had felt.

I could see myself actually moving beneath her neck.

With all the pressure she was giving my organ, I couldn’t hold back.

I jetted deep in her throat; shooting A long wad into her needing mouth.

Satana pulled her mouth away; come gushing down her mouth and falling right onto the purple couch.

She gasped for breath, like a swimmer coming back up after prolonged time under the water.

“Satana, are you okay?” I persisted.

“Please..” She begged me. “Fuck me. I need you, Chris! I need you so bad. Fuck me!”

She started to take off her clothes, but she was doing it quickly, wasting as little time as possible. She was skimming through her clothes.

Her entirely too small black top was the first to come off.

I was surprised to see her bra was just two tiny cups that kept her nipples covered.

They did nothing to cover her actual red beasts, and I doubted they even supported to lessen her jiggling.

“Like what you see?” She asked, her voice still aggressive in tone, but now back to that seductive tone from back at the alley.

“I do.” I honestly admitted.

“Good. Because…”

She removed her bra next. The tiny cups freed her nipples.

Her nipples were huge.

They were smaller than her breasts, but way bigger than most women’s nipples.

What caught my eye the most were her nipples were completely black, like her lips and hair.

“That bitch you watched on your computer doesn’t have anything on me.”

She said, referring to Jane on that porn movie.

She was watching me? I felt embarrassed by this.

“Hers are all fake anyways. I’m all natural.”

Yes she was.

Her breasts were all natural.

And they were squishy to the touch.

I grabbed her breasts.

“Big tits boy.” She playfully mocked.

While I was busy playing with her jugs, Satana quickly pushed her skirt down.

I saw a black thong.

She pushed my hands away, then turned her back to me.

She faced her ass to me.

She stuck it up in the air, then gave it a good, hard smack.

It jiggled upon impact.

The thong was submerged into her ass cheeks.

Her hips were 48 inches, really big.

Her ass was nice and plump; a massive round mound of pure, tantalizing fat.

It was very thick looking.

Way bigger uncovered than when it was clothed.

I was surprised how small her twenty four inch waist was compared to the rest of her body.

She wiggled her hips, causing her huge ass cheeks to clap.

“I want you!” It sounded like a demand, rather than a statement, “I want you to fuck me in the ass!”

I didn’t give a damn about Satan and his warning anymore.

He could watch me while I fucked his daughter raw.

She ripped her thong, revealing a nice asshole and pretty, pink pussy lips.

I didn’t wait.

I jammed myself into her ass.

She yelped, then grabbed the couch for support.

Being inside of her anus was unlike anything I pictured.

Because the very first moment I entered, her ass was hot like flames.

It burned just to go into her, like I was being roasted.

But the pleasure, the pleasure overshadowed the pain.

“Tch.” She groaned in annoyance. “You’re not even all the way in.”

I jammed the rest of myself into her, which in turn caused her to whimper. But then she just growled.

“Fuck me!” She ordered. “Fuck me now!”

I sent my first thrust into her ass, but she seemed dissatisfied.

She wasn’t pleased.

“Chris!” She yelled infuriated, “you can do way fucking better than that!”

I sent another thrust into her.

She had such a tight asshole.

It almost felt better than the squeezing muscles of a vagina.

“You’re almost there, Chris, again.”

I followed her directions.

I stabbed deeper into her, and this time I think I hit inside her exactly the way she was wanting, because she responded with a scream.

“Yes, baby. Like that, but harder. Chris, I want you to make me scream your name. Make me bleed.”

I repeated it again, but this time I was more forceful and violent.

“Fuck. Y-yes baby, just like that.”

I did it again. This time I pumped in and out with even more increasing speed and power.

I’m pretty sure I was doing it the right way now.

“Damn it! Shit.” She growled like a wild animal, her breathing becoming jagged while her growls became more predatory and fierce.

“Yes, yes baby, oh fuck, oh fuck!” She cried loudly.

I savagely pounded her in and out, and soon her screaming had reached its near-highest volume, and I was positive everyone in the complex could hear her.

But I just didn’t care.

They could move away if it bothered them so much,

“I’m such a bad girl!” She intensified the dirty talk. “Such a bad, filthy girl! Punish me! Punish me!”

I smacked her left ass cheek, and she whipped her head back, turning her face to look at me; her mouth open as she did so.

Lust burned in her eyes, and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Harder, baby HARDER!” Her voice was hoarse, trying to get the words out.

From then on I just ripped in and out of her, making sure each thrust was as painful and torturous as possible.

I wanted to satisfy the both of us, especially her.

I knew that her tits were probably shaking so bad, that she probably thought they’d drop off, but the body disappointing part about this position, was not getting to see them tremble.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! OOOh!”

She screamed over and over again, her screams each as deafening and loud as the last.

“FUUUUCK!” That was the loudest I heard her shriek.

“S-Satana!” I breathed shallowly.

I grabbed both cheeks hard with my hands.

And ruthlessly stabbing her a few more times, blew an explosive load of come right into her deep asshole.

She let out one last holler and arched her back.

She came.

Satana overflowed, gushing all over the couch from intense orgasm.

I pulled my flaccid dick out of her, sighing in between heavy breaths, from exhausting.

She turned around to face me; her lips curving into a smile.

I reached to her face to dry the tears that had been rolling down them from our rough anal sex session.

“That was some fuck.” She laughed darkly, “You gave me a good pounding.”

I just smiled.

I Tried to catch my breath, but she grabbed my face and forced my mouth onto her left breast.

“Suck.” She sternly ordered me.

I obeyed her. I started to suckle on her nipple, staring up at her face.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long.” She whispered into my ear, her scorching breath hitting my ear, causing me to wince slightly.

Her confession surprised me.

I stopped sucking and left her nipple. “Really?”

“Suck my tits.” She ordered again.

I took her nipple back into my mouth, suckling her again.

I wanted to be good. So I didn’t talk again.

“You were so cute when you were little. I watched you grow up.

And while age is just a number to me, I waited till you got older since I know the stupid humans changed the rules up over the centuries, which would have me dubbed a ‘pedophile’, for wanting to be with you.”

Her lips trembled slightly from my suckling of her.

I suddenly felt something spray into my mouth.

Was she lactating? What the.

I swallowed the liquid in my mouth; feeling it tickle my taste buds, yet, more still came.

That was milk. Breast milk.

She was lactating all right.

“Drink as much as you want.”

She winked at me; flashing her teeth again.

I nodded, then started suckling harder, wanting more of her milk.

She gasped, then let a pleasured groan emerge from those juicy black lips.

“I wanted you so bad. To be the first girl to kiss you, to walk down the street, holding your hand.

I watched you everyday. I was so jealous when you got your first kiss by that three year old, Amber Moore.”

I stayed quiet, and just nursed myself.

It felt odd, breast feeding now that I was fully grown…Yet…I think she knew.

“I hated that brat for stealing my first kiss.”

“Who was your first kiss, then?”

I realized I had stopped feeding again. Milk sprayed me in the face, and I blinked, but quickly went back to nursing on her.

“You.” She replied, dreamily.

“I never let anyone kiss me. I was saving that special moment for you.”

How much milk did she produce?

“I just wish…I could have saved other things for you.”

I nearly stopped suckling when she said this.

She wasn’t a virgin, was she? Someone else had already deflowered her.

“I wanted your dick to be the one to take it all away. But dad…” Her eyes hardened and her lip curled above her teeth.

“Chris. I need to confess something to you.”

I stared silently, curiosity filling my eyes, but I just kept drinking the milk that was coming from her bosom.

“In hell, I’m called the Slut of the Nine Gates.”

I stopped sucking.

She had a look of shame and embarrassment on her face when she revealed this deep dark secret to me.

“I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me now you know that, but, thing is, my dad turned me into a prostitute basically, see…Most female demons in hell are for pure sex, or treated as such.”

What little disgust and anger I felt was slipping away.

Now I just felt bad and wanted to comfort her.

So that’s what I did. I wrapped both arms around her.

She beamed faintly through the sadness, at my affectionate display.

“I was only born because he raped another demon.

I’m not proud of that. And I hate him for it.”

Then her smile faded. She went melancholy again.

“Maybe I really am just a slut.

But I know one thing for sure: I’ve wanted you.

I wanted so bad to just hold you in my arms.”

I felt empathy for her.

Tears actually welled up in my eyes, and my lips trembled softly.

“I wanted to kiss you so bad.

To sleep next to you.

To feel you.

To hug you all those times you were bullied when you were little, and comfort you when all those stupid bitches that said they loved you, broke your heart.”

I rested my face in the crook of her neck, closing my eyes, just letting the high temperature of her body radiate onto me.

“I know it must be absurd…Hearing someone you never met before confess their feelings.

But I’ve watched you, since the first day you were born.”

My grip around her tightened.

I felt her arms wrapping around me from behind, and this only encouraged me to hold on tighter.

“I love you.” She finally confessed to me, leaning her head down against mine.

“…Stay in my life..” My words were faint, barely audible in tone, but I knew she could hear me.

“I will, baby. Because I realized how much I need you. But…I want to warn you; I have an exceptionally high sex drive.

And lust and desire is extremely strong for me.”

I just laughed at her words, shaking my head, smiling to myself.

My tears caused soft sizzles on her flesh.

Then they dissolved into nothingness after a few short moments.

“Let me nurse you.”

I rose my face from her neck, then felt her arms release me.

I released hers as well.

She took her left breast and rose it up to my mouth.

I took it into my mouth, suckling once more.

She cuddled me, which I greatly welcomed.

Another moan escaped her lips.

She was getting wet again.

I could feel her molten juices stinging against my cock.

Her lips touched the top of my head, which of course brought a smile to my face.

“So tell me.” She inquired. “Do you still miss Daphine?”

I shook my head in refusal.

Why would I miss Daphine when I had a smoking hot demon, who not only had a J cup set of breasts, an ass that would even make most black girls jealous, and was able to lactate without even being pregnant?

“Good.” Her smile turned into a sly one, then she laughed, laughing hard.

“Just forget about that bitch.

You have me now. And I promise I’m going to take care of you. All your needs, I will fulfill them. Just like right now, I fulfilled your fantasy to breast feed on a beautiful woman.”

She knew that? Well, of course she did.

I did watch a lot of lactation porn videos, before I started cutting down on porn.

I wasn’t sure how Satana could make herself lactate, but I wasn’t going to ask. I was just going to enjoy drinking her dry.

“Aren’t you full yet, babe?” She teased.

I shook my head.

“Drink as much as you want.

I can feed you anytime you need me.”

My eyes shut. I just focused on the delicious taste of her sweet milk, as well as the sexual moans and groans she let out from this gratification.

I think I nearly started dosing off.’

I found it ironic. I was dosing off while drinking her milk.

She held me with strength only a supernatural creature like a demon could, then carried me off to the bedroom.

When she arrived in my room, she locked the bedroom door and walked towards my night-sky print bed.

She crawled into the bed and lie down, with me still on her.

She pulled the covers over us, then closed her eyes after moaning a few more times.

“Sleep, pretty baby.” She murmured.

I held her tight while I drifted off.

I drank what little more milk I could, then passed out; my head using her humongous red breast as a pillow.

During my last few seconds of being awake, I felt her fingertips lovingly caress me.

I fell asleep, happy for the first in three months.

I woke up the next morning, looked around in a panic, and searched for her. I didn’t see her.

But then I felt a burning warmth touch me from behind.

“Baby, I’m right here. It’s okay.”

I turned my face around to gaze at her; my eyes locking onto those glowing orbs of hers, then I smiled happily to see my life-long admirer behind me, naked, and wrapped around me.

She forcefully pulled me in, kissing my lips.

I was wary about kissing her, not because I didn’t like kissing her, but because I knew I had morning breath.

She didn’t seem to care.

Satana rubbed up and down my back whole we shared a sweet, romantic morning kiss.

She pulled away after a few seconds, but stayed kissing me long enough to leave a lingering taste of cinnamon and burnt wood on them.

“Morning, handsome.”

“Morning, beautiful.” I groggily returned. “Sleep well?” She tilted her head.

“Yes.” I confirmed. “You were saying my name…” She broke into a series of sinister chuckles.

I went red.

“It’s okay, baby. But I wish you had been awake so I could clean your come.

You shouldn’t have to sleep in such a mess.”

I shook my head, smiling tiredly while I struggled to open my eyes.

Still not quite awake.

“Would you like me to clean you?”

“Please.” I rubbed my eyes.

Satana flipped the covers over and crawled between my legs.

She took my morning wood into her mouth, then went to work again, giving me my second licking my cock with her hot tongue.

Morning sex; I thought. I never got that before.

“You’re so hard, babe.” She flicked the tip with her tongue, then returned to licking it all over again.

“I love your Popsicle.” She licked harder.

I stared up at the ceiling; my eyes only halfway open.

I stared at the ceiling fan; watching it rotate.

To think I had someone who knew me for so long…And yet I just ran into her.

And yet, here I was, doing all these sexual acts with her.

“Come all over my face, my love.”

She finally took me into her mouth once she finished licking every inch of my cock head.

I slowly felt my eyes opening more, then I became more aware of my surroundings, even if my eyesight still wasn’t too good from bring groggy still.

“No one gives better head than you, Satana…”

She giggled on my meat, then proceeded to bob her head up and down.

Her mouth suctioned on my helmet; just sucking hard on it for a few minutes, then she took a little bit more in.

Satana rubbed up and down on my shaft, licking my balls slightly while slurping on my organ.

She sucked and sucked, soon deep throating me again, and took every inch into her mouth.

She used her left hand to gently grasp my balls, and played with them in her hands.

I closed my eyes.

All I could hear was her deep breathing, the wet sucking of her mouth on my dick, frequent moans, and some gagging that was loud enough my ears could pick it up.

As she continued, it sounded like her slurping as growing progressively harder.

“I still can’t believe I ran into someone as amazing as you.” I spoke, my breath growing heavy as I spoke. “You really do know everything I like.”

Satana gazed towards my face in acknowledgment to my words.

After a few more minutes, I felt a warm buildup in my balls.

I was about come in her mouth.

“S-Satana.”

She instantly started pulling her mouth off, my dick completely covered in steaming drool from her deep throat.

She licked the head a few more times, to help lessen the time it’d take for me to come, then grabbed my throbbing shaft, stroking it up and down with her sweltering left hand.

“Give it to me, love. All over my face.” She opened her mouth slightly.

I spurted all over her face.

Several powerful shots of hot come shot out from the tip of my cock, right into Satana’s beautiful, bright red face, and even a little bit into her pitch-black, long hair.

She managed to get some in her mouth, but the majority of my shots hit her in the face and her beautiful black hair.

She was showered in my come.

A long, deep sigh of satisfaction escaped her hot black lips, then Satana played with my dick a little more.

“You’ve never had a titfuck, huh?”

“No.” I groggily replied.

Satana just broke out into laughter.

“Heh. What a bunch of dumb bitches.

Baby, you really should have looked for better girls. Ones who knew all sorts of sexual acts and treated you right.”

I turned my face away at her words.

She was right.

I had wasted so much of my time on girls who never really cared about me.

While I could have been dating a really great girl who I actually mattered to.

“Don’t be sad. You have me now, remember? And I told you before; I’ll be everything you’ll ever need.”

My eyes returned to her face; a smile gently creeping across my lips.

“I’m yours, my love.”

I gently rose up in the bed after she stroked me a few more times, then felt her hot hand releasing my tool.

I crawled towards her, parted my lips, then crushed my lips against her blistering black ones, kissing her deeply while my hands wrapped around her back, squashing my chest against her cushiony bags of flesh.

She did the same; fiercely returning my kiss while embracing me.

I was poking into her stomach.

She forced me down into the bed, pinning me down from on top, then increased her fervor with gradually growing aggression.

I shut both my eyes.

Her lips seemed to slow down, then she just kissed me like normal, a relaxed kiss, but not taking her lips away from mine, just kissing me stilly, for a long time.

I lost count of how long we were kissing, but it felt like time was non-existent.

When she pulled her lips away, I reached for her shoulders.

“I just want to spend all my time today with you.

Kissing you, hugging you, cuddling you, having sex with you…”

“But your roommate?” She guessed.

“Yeah…” I averted my eyes, grimacing.

“It’s okay, sweet thing. I can wait.”

I shook my head quickly in refusal.

“But I need you now.” I argued.

“I know.” She touched my cheek.

“I wish she’d just go on vacation.”

I wanted Satana all to myself.

And I wanted all of my time to go to her.

I didn’t care about anything else. I just needed her.

I needed to be as close to her as possible.

I didn’t want to leave her side.

That thought depressed me.

“Right now,” she started to speak, “I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck me till I bleed, kiss me until you turn purple, or just hold me till your bones break.”

“I want all of those things.” I selfishly stated.

“Heh, heh.” Her smile returned, a sly, knowing smile that almost appeared as a smirk. “I know, babe.”

She kissed me again, this time sliding her tongue into my mouth.

We kissed again.

Kissing for several long minutes, which only made my erection worse.

I only pulled my lips away because I was quite literally gasping for breath, for kissing her for so long without stopping.

I needed air, even if it seemed like she could go longer without needing to come up for air.

I wrapped my left hand around my dick, then moved it towards her pillow-soft breasts.

She complied.

I placed myself between her huge cleavage, then she grabbed both of her tits, squeezing them hard while I started to thrust.

“Wow.” I was astonished. “This feels amazing.”

“Like how my tits just squeeze your cock, baby?”

“I love it. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. They’re so soft.”

Satana was kind enough to lick the tip of my red, swollen member, each time it got close enough to her mouth, all the while keeping a large smile on her face.

“Fuck them good.” She moaned.

“I intend to..” I whispered.

I slowly increased my thrusts.

My breathing also seemed to increase when my thrusting between her bosoms did.

She licked it again.

She caused precum to dribble out, but then she licked that up, too.

“I wish I hadn’t wasted so many years without you…” She mourned.

“I wish you were here, Satana.

You seem to genuinely care about me, unlike the others I dated.”

“I do..” She dreamily murmured in return to my words.

I continued to move up and down between her breasts, my eyes locked onto her inhuman, glowing golden-yellow eyes.

How could I have gotten so lucky like this?

I know I was falling for a demon, fucking her every chance I got, and kissing her like she was the only girl on the planet, that may be wrong, but…I needed her.

“Your eyes are beautiful.

Whenever I look into them, I see a warm, loving, compassionate and caring person.

The only thing that’s changed about you is your outer appearance, you’re still the same Chris.”

I fought the urge to smile, but failed miserably.

As time ticked by, I felt myself erupting again.

I shot repeating, long spurts of my gooey vanilla, blasting it all over her tits and face.

She moaned loudly when it hit her face and melons, but licked some of it off her chin, and swallowed it right into her mouth.

“What are you thinking right now?” Asked the semen covered, red hot seductress.

I cupped her sticky face in my hands.

“How I have you.

How strange I find it that I’m with someone who could very well be from one of my movies.”

She grinned wide, squinting an eye only slightly, to give a seductive, naughty expression.

“I know what you like.” She said. “I’ve watched you from below, from hell, watching all your videos.

I know you like big asses and big tits. So I knew I’d be perfect for your fantasies. I also knew you had a milk fetish, so I made myself lactate for you.”

It should have made me uncomfortable that Satana watched me masturbate to porn, from hell, but whatever embarrassment I felt, quickly faded away into the wind.

“I know you like blowjobs, and I knew you were interested in mammary intercourse, especially since those dumb bimbos you dated never did that with you.”

I pulled her into my chest and we both fell back into the bed.

I massaged her slender back with my hands; focusing on the scorch of lightly burning hellfire on her body.

“Why haven’t you burned me up?”

“I toned my body heat down for you.”

I was confused.

“Why?”

“My body is really 11,000 Fahrenheit. I could burn up your whole body, brain and insides in mere seconds.”

My eyes bulged.

I shuddered at the thought of being burnt alive.

Having everything my body has to keep it working properly, burnt up in such a short period of time.

“But don’t be afraid, baby.

My body temperature is much lower, and while it’s high enough to burn you, the pain is only temporary and isn’t long lasting.”

I noticed that.

I noticed that her body would sting and burn me quite bad, like her body was an oven, but the pain subsided rather quickly.

And it wasn’t severe enough to keep me away from touching her.

“It gets less painful as you get used to feeling my body.” She assured.

I just kept rubbing around her back.

I wanted to ask her where she’s been all my life, but then I remembered; it was from hell, watching me come out of my mother’s womb and then growing into adulthood.

“Be mine forever?” I murmured.

“I already am…My dearest love.”

She grabbed me with a sudden, forceful grip, then rested her head on my chest; nuzzling my pectorals while she did so.

She was surprisingly affectionate for a dominate demon.

“You’re so warm…” She noted.

“Not as much as you.” I laughed.

“True, but still…Your body…Warm.”

I really didn’t want to leave her side now.

In only a short period of time, I bonded with Satana.

I never bonded with any of my ex girlfriends this fast, and like most relationships, I had to get to know them first.

But with Satana I felt like I had known her all my life, and I kind of did, in a way, so this made it easy and quick for me to fall in love with her, to bond with her.

I knew her, even though I didn’t know her.

I closed my eyes.

I’d just skip breakfast.

I was tired…And Satana only made it worse, with how she was all curled up on top of me, and how her hot lips sent small waves of best into my body.

I held her in a strong, firm grip.

I fell back to sleep.

As I slept peacefully, the peace came to an abrupt stop as my dreams took an odd turn.

I was seeing a dark place, with heat far worse than anything I’d ever felt before.

I felt like I was dropped into a volcano.

Like my whole body was covered in lava.

I was walking.

A feeling of absolute dread, the most extreme case of anxiety I ever felt before, like something was waiting to jump out at me, or I was about to be killed, filled my veins.

I could hear screams, real screams of horror and anguish that I couldn’t describe in words.

I saw Satan; Satana’s father.

At first he looked handsome, the epitome of make beauty, with a semi androgynous face, a slender and slim body with a small, skinny muscular build, and long flowing brown hair.

This was Lucifer; the morning star.

His body was covered in a flowing white garb, with a loose cloth covering where his crotch would be.

But then his skin went all red.

Horns stuck out if his forehead, a forked tail protruding from his ass, two bat wings, clawed fingertips and the human flesh of a person, dipped in red, being used as underwear.

“You didn’t heed my warning.”

His voice was deep. Deeper and more demonic sounding than I thought was possible.

“So?” I snidely said.

“So, you’re in big trouble.”

“What can you possibly do?”

“A lot more than you think…”

“You’re powerless.” I reminded him.

Satan just stared silently at me with those ominous yellow eyes of his.

“Haven’t you read my Father’s book?

It clearly states I was bound for a thousand years, then I’d be free…With power.”

I lost my courage.

That part had slipped my mind.

“Yes. I have power.

I could snap your pitiful body like a twig. Or…”

His lips formed into a wicked smile.

“I have a better solution. I don’t believe in ‘love’, but my daughter does. My Father considers cheating as bad as fornication.”

Where was he going with this?

“So?” I crossed my arms.

“What would Satana think if you cheated?”

My eyes grew.

“Man, fuck you, you little bald, horned freak. I’d never cheat on Satana.”

“What if you couldn’t help it?” He smiled even wider.

In almost seconds, two female demons completely naked walked towards me.

They had black skin, and pure white eyes.

Their breasts were maybe a cup or two smaller than Satana’s, but they were still busty, and had impressive hips.

“Have at it, ladies…” He sneered.

My pants vanished in a blink of an eye. I was naked.

The one succubus with the black skin grabbed my dick, grasping it firmly as she brought her mouth towards it.

Satan just watched with a look of amusement on his face; cackling like a madman.

“Chris, Chris?” I heard a voice call out to me in hell.

I woke up, right as the demon’s mouth was about to touch my stiffened cock.

“NO!” I screamed prolongedly.

I opened my eyes to see a worried Satana.

“Baby!” Satana yelled, shaking me.

Sweat was pouring down my face while my mouth trembled.

“Chris, look at me!” She shook me harder. I looked at her upon her order, then tightly gripped her once more.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

“Your father tried to set me up.”

“He what?” She bared her teeth.

“He tried to force me to cheat.”

Satana shook her head in frustration. Her eyes started turning all black, then fangs started to form.

“Bastard!” She spat out furiously.

She grabbed me with tight force, looked me straight in the eyes with her bared, fanged teeth, then spoke in a hostile tone.

“You’re mine! Only mine.

You call me the next time he’s screwing with you.”

I was scared of her by this point.

Her voice sounded like she was out to kill.

Her eyes were devoid of any kindness.

“You call me. No matter where I am, say my name and I’ll be there.”

I wanted to back away, but I didn’t.

I just held Satana.

It was all I could really do.

Her eyes returned to their normal golden-yellow, then her fangs disappeared.

“I love you…” Her voice was tender.

“I love you, Satana.”

She kissed my chest with her soft, flaming lips; trailing sweet little kisses all over me, leaving lipstick marks all over.

I just relaxed and forget about him.

She moved her mouth up, and gently licked my left nipple, only to start sucking carefully on it.

We stayed lazy for quite sometime.

I didn’t really want to get up.

Before we decided to get up, I gave Satana a full body massage.

Of course this meant dirty for my bed, because she came all over it during the process.

“Shower with me?” I offered.

“Can we fuck afterwards?”

“Yes.” I smiled crookedly. “I take that back. Let’s fuck in the shower.”

I didn’t argue.

I took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom.

I walked towards the shower and opened the glass door.

I closed it behind me then I turned the knob on to hot.

I gestured my hand for Satana to come join me.

She did; swaying her hips while she walked towards the shower and got inside with me.

“Mmm…Nice and hot.” She rubbed against me.

I just relaxed in the shower.

The warm water was helping me forget about my nightmare that nearly got worse.

Only it wasn’t a nightmare, Satan was really communicating with me through my dreams.

“Please, screw me.” She whined.

I reached my hand down between her legs and gently took a hold of one of her thighs.

She groaned softly, but then let out a sigh.

“Stop teasing me. Or I’ll jump on your cock and ride you till it falls off.”

She pulled away, then lifted her huge, red ass into the air; making it clap right in my face.

She grabbed the glass door.

I was still hard from when those two demons tried to seduce me.

“Big, fat tush awaits.”

She wiggled her ass again, trying to draw me in.

It worked.

I quickly shoved it all in at once, causing Satana to let out a pleasured yelp

“You know just how I like it.” She gasped.

Luckily there was just enough room for us to be having anal in the shower.

But even so, her tits would probably be slapping against the glass, due to their size.

“Give it to me baby, give it to me.”

I sent my first, painful, aggressive thrust into her asshole.

She yelped again, louder this time, and as I figured, her breasts slapped, smearing into the glass, from my thrusts.

Pumping on and out once more in her ass, I caused her to moan.

But unlike before, she actually moaned my name.

My breathing deepened.

“B-baby. I waited so long to feel your cock.

You feel so good in my ass! I’m right where I belong.”

She groaned through the painful pleasure. Her breasts flying up and smacking the glass again.

“My ass…My ass.” She repeated over and over again, in between her sweet songs.

Hearing her sounds of pleasure only inspired me.

I pounded deeper into her, then came back out, and rammed back in again.

“Yes, yes, sweetie. Tear my ass up.

Pound this bad girl until you impale her full of holes.”

I got rougher with my thrusts.

I grabbed big, firm red candy apple red cheeks, bracing myself for my violent pounding.

Satana just yelled; her hands tightly grabbing the door for support.

“Ravage me! Destroy me! Fill me with that sticky goo. I want it. I want it inside my womb.”

Her breathing grew excessive, seeming to flow from her mouth without pause, making it clear I was doing something correct.

“Your balls feel so good, spanking my ass.”

I was surprised how horny I was.

I gave Satana a good hammering before I finally reached my peak.

I couldn’t continue splitting her in half anymore.

“Come. Come all over my ass.”

I sent one final, violent pump into her, and that was all it took.

I came deep inside Satana’s juicy round mound, overflowing her hole with my goo.

It seemed just around the same that I came, Satana did the same, letting a powerful gush explode all over the shower floor while she hollered.

I pulled out of her; trying to catch my breath.

Satana stood up, turning to face me. She walked over towards me, embracing me in a warm hug.

“I feel like I grow closer to you every time we have sex.”

I kissed her.

“Funny,” I laughed, “I feel the same.”

“We’ve had enough fun. Let’s finish up.”

She was right.

She pulled away from me and then reached onto the floor, taking a bottle of Head & Shoulders Sea Lift, squirting it in her hands, then rubbing it into her long black fair.

I stood there admiring how the water made her skin so shiny and wet.

“Enjoying the view?” She snickered.

“So you knew?”

“Chris, I’ve known you forever.”

“I’m sorry.” I averted my gaze.

“Don’t apologize. I like you ogling my jugs and my big caboose.”

I had no idea how she knew I was looking, especially with her eyes staring straight ahead.

I returned my eyes to her behind, gazing past her crack, then looked at her pussy.

I never noticed before, but it was actually black like her nipples.

“Look at my pussy as long as you want.”

I chuckled lightly to myself that she knew exactly where my curious, restless eyes were looking.

And then, as if to tease me, she pushed her pussy right against my cock, so it lightly prod her.

I wanted it.

I wanted to feel her black pussy.

“No, no, no. You need to get ready for when your roommate returns.

You can have my cherry later.”

A disappointed, cold breath escaped my lips.

“Hey, cheer up. Later I’ll let you stick it in my puss.

I’ll even let you have more milk.”

That made the unbearable wait a little better.

I helped wash her.

I squirted some powerful ‘Fresh Ocean’ off-brand liquid soap in my hands, then lathered it all over her pear.

A soft shudder of pure delight escaped her lips upon this.

“Mmm…” She muttered.

I grinned, then continued rubbing around her bulbous behind.

Carefully rubbing my hands all over her huge bubble butt, I leaned forward to plant a wet kiss on her upper back.

“Your hands…I’m melting.”

She fell silent. I assumed she was just intensely focusing in the feeling of my hands traveling her donk.

But I was enjoying it just as much as she was.

“Mmmm, babe. That feels so good.”

I gently grabbed her left cheek, then her right; giving a tight squeeze, before releasing.

I gently shoved my index finger into her asshole, causing her to grunt.

“Mm..”

She started to hump my finger.

I dug my finger in and out, but when I saw how much she was approving of what I did, I dug down as far as my finger would go.

She humped my finger harder soft, sexy ‘ooh’s’ coming from her gasping black mouth.

Her tone increased, and I was forced to pull my finger out of her anus.

I brought my finger up to my face. Not so much as a single dot of fecal matter.

She was completely clean back there.

When our shower finally ended, it was time to get ready to start the day.

There was really one problem though, and it didn’t hit me until I was about to grab deodorant: Satana didn’t have any other underwear other than the thong that was now probably stained, and wreaked of sweet, cinnamon-scented pleasing pussy juice.

“Damn.” I said out loud.

“What’s wrong, handsome?”

“You don’t have anymore underwear.”

Satana didn’t look too concerned though.

She just shrugged her shoulders, which caused her balloons of hot flesh to raise, then drop back down.

She touched my left shoulder daintily, them kissed the side of my neck with her sweet lips.

“Don’t worry. I can be panty-less for now.”

“But my roommate.” I argued.

I didn’t know what to really do.

All I could do was wash her dirty thong and then put it in the washing machine.

“How about I go pants-less, too?” She smacked her ass hard.

I bit my lip hard; sinking my teeth into my lip. I was trying to restrain myself. We just got out of the shower, and now we were about to get dressed.

But…She was just so sexy.

“Stop.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

“Oh. I see. Too good for my butt.”

I pinned her down against the sink, kissing her neck hastily while my hands grabbed her rump.

“Mmm…” She breathed hotly.

“I can’t…I can’t resist you.”

“Then take me. I’m all yours, remember? You can touch me however you want.”

“I hope this gets everything out of my system for a while.”

Of course she didn’t actually help.

Funny. I was never this sexually active before. Sure, I had enough sex before with all my other girlfriends, but with Satana, it was like I was getting hard at every single moment.

My lips brushed against the soft flesh on her neck; nibbling lightly, while suctioning on her red hot skin.

I held her from behind, then jammed my erection into her, not wasting a single second and started to ram her without pause.

Satana growled in a low tone, but grabbed my hips.

“Let it all out, cutie.

Let me heal your sexual desire. Smash me up with your tool.”

Already we were both breathing her.

All of my desire came out in one blast inside of her; jetting into the deepest reaches of her body.

“Why can’t I keep my hands off you?” I panted against her back.

“I need to go. You and your roommate probably need to talk a while.”

“Wait,” I touched her back, “come back tonight, please?”

“I will.” She promised.

I turned her around, wrapped both arms around her, embracing her tightly, not wanting to let her go and leave my side.

“I love you, Satana.”

She kissed me softly on the lips, but then let the kiss grow further.

She disappeared shortly after this, then I showered one last time get the smell of cinnamon-scented come off myself, and got dressed.

I walked into the living but was surprised Jennifer was still gone.

But then, gazing around carefully, it came to my attention that something wasn’t quite right.

The potted plant that rested in the corner of the apartment, near the balcony door, was tumbled off, making our apartment a mess.

I also noticed the TV, which was eighty inches, had been knocked over off the TV stand and was destroyed. But that wasn’t all, more things were ruined.

I also noticed that the couch had been moved, crashing crash in into the wall as if it has been flung right into it.

My GameCube, which I had kept since I received it on one of my birthday’s as a child, had also been destroyed as well.

“What the hell.”

“Hell indeed.” Whispered a voice.

I quickly jolted my head towards the door of the apartment, and saw what looked like a woman with long, curly black hair, red eyes the color of Satana’s skin, dressed very scantily with only two, tiny red nipple coverings, and a near pitch-black skin tone

Her breasts were probably a 31 F.

“What are you doing here?!” I demanded; narrowing my eyebrows onto my whites.

“Catch me, and find out.” She giggled evilly, then ran off.

Even though something deep inside was warning me not to, to leave her alone, forget what I saw and just resume the rest of my day, without worrying, I had no choice but to do as she said, because I had a really bad feeling about her.

I gave chase, running towards the door and slamming it behind me, not even bothering to lock it.

I saw her running ahead of me.

She turned back, laughing as if this was just some kind of stupid game, only to turn back around and run faster.

“Come back!” I furiously ordered.

“Make me, fucknuts.” She taunted.

“You damn bitch!”

I forced my legs to pick up speed, running after her faster while pumping my arms.

Soon we were passing by all the different apartments.

I could see each of the different numbers to each room, but only briefly because they were passing me by so fast I’m the hot pursuit.

She was getting farther away.

“Hey!” My voice raised louder, “come back!”

The chase continued.

She ran out in front of a car, dodging it with precise timing and reflexes, then flashed my a smile through the window of the 2001 Jeep Cherokee.

“Dammit.” I muttered under my breath.

Once the Jeep went sliding out of the way, I was about to pursue chase, but much to my dismay, noticed she was now gone.

“FUCK!”

I yelled at the top of my lungs, slamming my foot angrily onto the ground.

She got away.

That was no woman.

That was a demon. I knew by the eyes and the way she was dressed.

Most female demons dressed scantily, since in hell they’re nothing more then sex toys, which require love or affection.

“Gah damn it.” I swore again.

I prepared to just walk away.

But then I felt a dark presence right nearby.

I turned to see what it was I was sensing, but then, faster than I could even speak or blink, something slammed into my stomach, and I blanked out.

I awoke moments later.

I recognized the place I was at.

It was the old abandoned One Light hotel.

But this place was all boarded up, I thought.

“Take her clothes off.” A voice ordered.

The voice was dark, with a that..

“Satan!” I scoffed.

“Ah, good. You’re awake.”

Satan rubbed his red hangs together; his face contorting into a rather horrific smile that made the Joker’s smile from DC Comics look jolly.

“Chris. I really didn’t want things to end this way, believe me.”

Believe him? Bullshit.

Satan was the Father of Liars.

He was an expert at lying, the master of it, and I’m pretty sure this was no different from all the other countless lies the little shit had said in the past.

“All you had to do was stay away from Satana, and none of this would be happening.

I loved you like you were MY son.

And you do this to me? Sickening. You’ve defiled my daughter.”

I just broke out into laughter.

I probably sounded delirious as I laughed, maybe even worse than the Joker.

Satan rose a brow, but his evil expression remained.

“Fuck you, motherfucker.

You’re so stupid you can’t see past your ass.”

He couldn’t see that his daughter loved me.

“Strip her! Stop stalling.”

I blinked at his orders.

Turning my head to the left, I saw Jennifer.

Jennifer. They got her too.

“Leave her alone.” I yelled.

“And what will you do to make me?”

“I’m warning you. I’ll kill you.”

Satan tried to stop his quivering lips. He succumbed, breaking out into hysterical laughter while his eyes locked onto my face.

He laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

“You’re in no position to make threats, boy. See for yourself.”

I followed his advice and looked down

There were chains that had bound my arms.

Not rope, not cords, but rusty old chains that looked like they had been a used for quite a few good years.

They had me chained to the wall.

I struggled to get loose; gritting my teeth and furrowing my brows while I fought the chains with as much strength as I could.

“Chris, please.” Begged Jennifer.

The demon from earlier, with the nipple covers and too-tight thong that showed her fleshy treasure, placed her hand on Jennifer’s pink button-up, and ripped it, sending the buttons flying every.

“Leave her alone!” I yelled louder, in futility.

She turned her violet eyes to me, helplessness in them while she sat there, with her hands tied behind her back in chains.

The mostly black colored demon ran her hands up and down the curve of Jennifer’s bra; getting a good feel of her C cup breasts.

Jennifer just trembled.

“Satan, stop. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” He stormed. “You should have thought of that sooner.”

He made a gesture with his right hand, throwing his hand up slightly, as if cuing the female demon.

“Do it.” His voice relaxed in tone.

The female demon smirked.

She undid the hook behind Jennifer’s bra, and let it fall down.

Her mouth opened slightly; her black tongue lucking her lips while she stared at Jennifer’s perky nipples.

“These belong to me.” The demon said.

“Stop it!” I tried harder to break free.

The female demon reached a hand out, and used her thumbs to press against Jennifer’s nipples, twisting them painfully.

“Don’t worry.” I heard a voice. “I’ll be taking care of you.”

I glanced away from the bow bawling Jennifer, to look at another female demon.

This one was slightly less busty than the black demon, probably a DD, looked mostly human with the exception of black, tattered wings, had a milky complexion, had blue hair which was tucked into a ponytail, and had all-white eyes.

She was completely naked.

“What are you going to do?” I questioned.

She let her pale, pink lips curve into a smile.

Suddenly, just like that, her clit started to extend. Soon her clit was unrecognizable, and it took the form of a long, meaty, pink tentacle.

“Shit!” I simply murmured in horror.

“Relax.” She breathed, “It’ll be fun.”

The pink tentacle flew towards my mouth, but I turned my head to the size, causing it to smash into the wall of the hotel’s hallway, breaking the wall.

But then it came back for a second wind.

Jennifer now crying hard, and obvious sucking being heard coming from her direction, no more, I thought.

“You’ll be dead once we’re done.” Said gloated gleefully.

“Satana,” I murmured, but then I said it louder, “Satana!”

I instantly heard a loud, almost gale-like, howl.

When I opened my eyes and went to look, there she was.

“Satana.” I happily smiled.

“Back off, fucking whore.”

With those single words said, Satana intercepted the tentacle that was coming back to my mouth to finish what it had started.

Claws appeared on her fingertips, then she swung her hand in reverse; her hand slicing the fleshly tentacle in half.

I’d never been more happy and thrilled to see Satana as what I was that moment.

She was…My guardian angel, as blasphemous as that may sound.

“Leave my man alone.” She bared her teeth; the fangs from before returning.

Satana turned her gaze towards Jennifer, then turned her gaze back to the tentacle demon.

Fury and wraith burned fiercely like candles in her eyes while she walked up to the demon, and slashed her across the face; ripping half her flesh off, and revealing blood, muscles and tendons.

I vomited upon seeing this.

But then I was intrigued when the gory remains turned into a black mist, pointing downwards, and evaporated onto the ground, with the scream of the demon being heard as it did.

“You stay away from what’s mine, bitch. Do you understand?”

“Go hump a nail, you whore.”

The milky-white, tentacle demon retorted.

Satana wasn’t have that shit.

Satana swung her arm again, this time aimed at the demon’s stomach, and sliced her upper and lower torso into two even cuts.’l

The demon fell to the floor in half.

Satana turned to look at me; her eyes still glowing, but showing no hostility towards me, then she averted her eyes, redirecting her gaze to Jennifer.

“You stop this.” Satan wailed.

“Kiss my ass, Pop.”

She snidely responded.

I quickly quickly darted towards Satana, and I quickly started regretting calling her, because I was so worried about her now.

“Don’t interfere!” Said Satan, hissing.

“Shut, up. Leave my boyfriend alone.”

I wasn’t sure why, I mean, we did have sex multiple times, kissed frequently, hugged, and even cuddled, but for some reason, her words hit me hard, and I could have sworn, on my soul, I felt a tear roll down my left eye.

“WHAT?” The walls, ground, and every other surrounding thing shook, because of his volume.

“I love him.” She declared.

“No! You’re a demon, you can’t love.”

I could hear the anger in the Prince of Darkness’ voice.

He was boiling with nothing but pure rage.

“I’m not like you.” She said. “I can love. I-I’m not just some whore.”

“But you are.” He coldly countered.

I let out a yell, but it actually sounded more like a roar, than anything else. Enraged that he would even say that to her.

I wanted to hurt him, but the chains still weren’t budging.

“You let this human violet you.”

“It wasn’t violating. It was making love.” She corrected him with a surge of passion in her voice.

“And I’ll let him crawl all over me.

I’ll let him pound my pussy, drill me in the ass, suck my tits, eat me out, do whatever he wants.”

She stood there; her body trembling, her hands formed into tight fists, her teeth bared, and her stance widening.

“He’s my love.” She concluded.

“You pain me, to say such things.”

I jerked myself forward, jerking around in spasms in the chains, hoping, PRAYING that I could break free, by some form of miracle, and save Jennifer and beat Satan within an inch of his life,

“Drop dead. I love him, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I was terrified by this point.

My face went pale at the expression Satan made next.

“Very well. Lilin, let’s go.”

With that, him and ‘Lilin’ the succubus who was suckling Jennifer, disappeared from sight.

I felt relieved.

“Satana?” I called her.

“Baby..” She addressed me.

Satana walked over towards me.

She pulled on the chains that had me bound, then crushed them with effortless strength, before throwing them across the room.

I rose up.

She held out her arms, but I felt I needed to comfort Jennifer first.

“Hey, Jenn, are you okay?”

“I-I-I…” She stammered in tears.

“Shh…” I silenced her.

“Home. I want to go, home.”

I took her into my arms.

I removed my shirt and put it over Jennifer, that way, her breasts wouldn’t be exposed to everyone.

I turned my glance to Santana.

She had a peculiar look, her eyes were ones of sadness, while she looked at me, then Jennifer.

We returned to the apartment.

The apartment.

What a mess. It was in such horrible shape now and looked like a tornado hit it.

Everything was In disarray.

“Chris. I think I may leave for a while. I’ll leave some money here to help you out on rent, but I need to leave for a while.”

“If you need anyone to talk to, Jenna, call me.”

“I will.” She sniffed, trying to fight back tears.

Jennifer walked to her bedroom.

She emerged a few moments later with a suitcase, waved to me, then walked out the door, her face still stained with tears.

I turned my gaze to Satana.

“Let me make love to you.”

I lowered my voice, so as to make it as tender as I possibly could.

“Please,” she begged, “take me.”

I grasped her hand in mine, then led her into my bedroom, where we both got in the bed, then took a few moments to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“I never believed something so beautiful would enter my life.”

She smiled at my words.

I hadn’t even noticed that she had changed her outfit while she was gone.

She was now dressed in a black miniskirt, and a black mini shirt, which was enough to cover all but a bit of her cleavage, but didn’t even go close to reaching her anything else.

It was like a cup-less bra.

I removed her top, and was witness a bounce.

She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath; she was bare.

“For you.” She said, reading my thoughts.

I reached for her miniskirt, pulling it down legs, right onto the floor. I saw her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties, either.

I went erect when I saw her pussy.

I slid off my shoes, then my socks, and then I finally undid my belt, letting my belt fall to the ground with a clink from the metal buckle.

Satana touched my erection through my pants; petting the rock hard head, before letting me resume.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants, then unzipped them, sliding them right off.

My boxers were the last to go.

I pulled her into my arms, placed a hand on her cheek, gently stroked her face, then kissed her very softly.

“I love you.” I murmured into her.

“And I love you.” She returned.

I pushed her back into the bed gently, and then I let go, took a hold if my cock, and then, while Satana watched with pleading, begging, child-like eyes, penetrated her sweet black pussy for the first time.

I pulled my lips away from her.

An ‘OOooh’ escaped her lips when she felt me push the head in.

Then I pushed the rest of my swollen organ into her black hole, and covered her with my arms.

I felt a strong burning that spread out throughout my cock.

It was painful, like I stuck my dick in the fireplace and set it on fire.

And yet, at the same time, it felt good, like a painful sort of pleasure, like S&M.

But maybe the pleasureful part was her womanhood tightly constricting me.

I started to thrust hard and quick, but her response surprised me.

“No, baby. Please, I want to feel what most girls feel like the first time they have sex.”

She was misty-eyed when she made this request, as if remembering something bad that had happened before.

I think I knew.

“At least now, it is you.” She fought back the tears.

“Just focus on me.” I kissed her lips.

She locked her arms behind my back, pulling me in closer, so I’d go deeper into her tunnel of love.

“My pussy.” She quickly gasped.

“You’re really hot..” I muttered.

“My pussy feels so good. I-I waited so long for this. To have your cock in my womanhood.”

I leaned my head into into the crook of her neck; thrusting into her, bucking my hips.

Her bush felt so tight. I was surprised how tight, especially since she had basically told me she slept around with other demons.

I slowly pumped in and out of her again, kissing her neck with the softest most romantic kisses that I could muster.

She shivered, but then just moaned, moaning my name.

“I feel so happy, Chris…”

Tears rolled down her eyes, falling down her cheeks, and splashing in the bed.

“I’m finally, officially, yours.”

I leaned my face down, lowering it to her own, then crushed my lips against hers.

My fingers gently moved up and down her back; heat filling my hands.

She seemed to add more force to the kiss, gently sliding her tongue into my mouth, moaning as she did so.

As the minutes ticked by, I became rougher with my thrusts, pushing in and out of her soaking wet slit.

Satana growled, then let out a heavy breath, when my thrusts increased into her, her black fingernails soon digging into the flesh of my back, and causing a sharp, sizzling sensation.

I winced at the pain, from the feeling like I just caught on fire, doubled by the pain of feeling like daggers were stuck into me.

Satana pressed her lips hard against my neck; her hot lips and tongue causing stings and sizzles against my flesh, then she started to kiss on my next, her hands letting go of my back and traveling to my butt, taking a tight squeeze, almost as hard as when I groped her enormous breasts yesterday.

“My man.” She said, possessively.

Hearing her claim if ownership over me, brought a smile to my face, and I let one hand creep away from cradling her against my form, to gently travel into her long, soft black locks.

“My woman.” I said, with he same amount of possession in my tone.

She bit down on my neck, causing a further pain surging through me.

I coped with this by reaming in and out of her with even more force than before.

She screamed.

“I love you.” She desperately forced out, against my neck, bitting down harder from my increased thrusts.

I buckled my hips faster and harder, my breathing increasing while my left hand ran through her hair.

“You’re so beautiful.” I expelled.

I grunted and moaned when she not down further.

She was going to end up making my neck bleed if she did that.

“You’re so beautiful, and you’re mine. My beautiful lover.”

She sucked my neck; her eyes gazing up at my face, sparkles in them.

“I’m your woman.” She reminded me. “And I love you, so very much.”

Satana sucked hard on my neck; her mouth providing rough suction, pulling hard against my flesh, then letting go again, to start over and suck more.

Her tongue was at work as well.

Licking up and down; leaving slimy trails in it’s wake.

It burned, but it felt so good.

I expelled again, this time a very brief pause in my breath, before it continued.

I got rougher.

Smack, smack, smack. The wet sound of our love-making filled my ears.

Satana whimpered, and further squeezed my ass, hot, fiery breath touching my neck, while Satana lengthily moaned against me, for what seemed to prolong for several long seconds.

Her moans had became far more sexual than earlier; they were much deeper instead of the soft ones I heard from my gentler thrusts.

She was losing herself to pleasure.

“Oh, oh, oh baby. So good…”

She breathed in and out through gasping, shallow breaths, fighting to get her words out through her deep moans.

But I had no intention of stopping.

Even though she tried to keep herself stilly in place, with my intense thrusting, Satana’s body rocked back and forth on the bed.

“S-s-so perfect.”

She continued, her voice taking several long pauses for ragged breathing.

I finally couldn’t move any faster or harder in her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes baby, yes!”

She shrieked loudly, giving her approval.

I tried to suck in some air, to recover the air I had lost, but try as I may, I couldn’t.

Satana too was unable to recover her lost breath, but her breathing was far heavier than mine, and her moans were at their most sexual, and deepest.

” I love you, I love you, I love you!”

She repeated, over and over, and over again; grunting and clenching her teeth through the pain.

“Yes, baby!”

I could tell by her loud screams and moans of desperation that this was probably where she reached her end.

She was close to squirting all over me and the bed.

She moved her hands up to the back of me head, and forcefully pulled my head down, kissing my lips with desperation and trying to bury herself into my mouth, moaning and whimpering into my mouth.

I grabbed her with a strong, almost deathly grip, and crushed my chest onto her massive sized breasts; feeling the soft bags of sweat-drenched, gelatinous flesh squeezing against my chest.

I sent a few more thrusts into her, but then she arched her back, and dug her nails fully into my back, causing me to let out a slight cry.

Her muscles tightened hard around me, and then, just like that, I felt her oozing against my organ.

She pulled her lips saway.

Satana was trying to catch her breath.

I finally caved in, and blew a long, hit load right into her black pussy, filling her full of my seed.

I couldn’t believe it. An hour and five minutes of love-making? That was a little longer than I normally could hold out for.

She sniffled between gasping breaths, and just buried her face into my neck, her open mouth letting her hot breath touch my neck.

I pulled out of her, then cradled her with both arms while I let an exhausted breath of fresh air out of my mouth.

“I love you…” She said one last time.

“I love you too, honey.”

I sweetly returned, grazing her forehead with my lips.

We both fell asleep; cuddled up together against one another’s bodies in bed, and slept peacefully.

When I woke up, I nuzzled her.

But she looked bothered.

“I have to go home.”

She stated sadly.

I was confused.

“Why? Stay with me, please?”

“Love, I can’t. I have to go back.”

“But why?” I persisted.

“Something’s happened there.”

I didn’t want her to leave.

“I don’t know how long I’ll he gone.

It could be for a while, in your time, like years..”

I let go of her, then rolled away from her.

“So you’re going to leave me, and wait till I die of old age?”

I felt my face harden.

“I’m sure it won’t be that long.”

And if it is?” I rose my voice.

“I-I…” She was at a loss for words.

“You’re abandoning me…” I said.

I didn’t want to look at her.

All this time I spent bonding with her, through sex, through kissing, cuddling and hugging her, all wasted for nothing.

“I won’t abandon you,” she touched my shoulder, “I’ll return before then.”

I tried to believe her words.

She never lied to me before so why would she lie to me now?

“Promise?” I pressed for further assurance.

“I promise.” She smiled warmly.

I rolled back over to her, and then, moving my face towards her, kissed her as hard as I possibly could without suffocating myself.

When she broke that kiss after a long minute, she touched my chest.

She disappeared from sight.

Satana left.

And although she was gone now, I knew it wouldn’t be the last I saw her.

She’d be back, I didn’t just believe that because of her promise, but because I felt it deep down, in my heart.

THE END