It was an ordinary day- the usual. You were sitting in your living room, minding your own business, when lo and behold, a portal to Hell ripped through the fabric of your mortal realm.

What a bother. Out of the ashen mist and falling embers stood a highly sexualised, horned figure of a woman- or, at least, the upstairs was that of a female- and below hung a pair of full, meaty balls and a long, girthy cock.

When your eyes started functioning again, it was clear to see, beyond all reason, that a demon/demoness (you weren’t sure) was now standing in your humble flat. You scrambled backwards, further up the sofa, before the winged, damned creature caught you in its sights.

“You there! Mortal! I am in need of your services!” It spoke, in an unmistakably feminine voice. “I, Arisa the Defiler, once an age, come to this realm in seek of booty. Man booty. Tight, plump man booty…” It appears to lose its train of thought, its fiery eyes glazing over, before clearing it’s throat and continuing. “You shall suffice. Your passages have been surveyed to be unusually tight, perfect for a damned one like myself.”

Still in awe, you stare blankly. The creature flicks its long, dark hair over one shoulder and strikes a dominating pose. “Are you stricken by INTENSE FEAR, yet mortal?” You maintain your composure, and it sighs.

“Listen- I’ll cut it to you straight- I’m a demon with a cock, and I want to fuck something. That something is you. I’m going to fill your belly full from both ends until it distends and inflates with my thick, white seed. And you can either take this thick meat rod down your pipe hole willingly or unwillingly. The end result will be… roughly the same.”

She picks up and promptly drops her sizeable cock for emphasis the air fanned towards you, into your face. You catch a sweet smell- a good one for a hell spawn, at least. You get a good look at the creature- extreme attractive face, long black hair, massive chest, small waist, with a 12 inch cock, 5 inches wide to match. You gulp.

“Don’t worry about the limitations of your frail form. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you… Maybe. If you’re good.”

What choice do you have?

THE END