A Demon's Desire
You're taking a late-night walk to clear your head. You turn down an alley to avoid traffic when you run into a mysterious and dangerous stranger. Will you run away? Or give into the stranger's will?
Author's Note: I wanted to have fun with today's submission, and since yesterday was Halloween, I decided to capitalize on the fear of stranger danger. Happy Day 1 of Hypnovember! Excuse me while I remind myself that corruption is supposed to be a bad thing…
You wander through the dark city streets. The quiet hum of thousands of sleeping people brings you a special kind of tranquility. There's more traffic than you want to be around, so you turn down a quiet, empty alley. Almost immediately, you feel like someone is watching you. You look around, but you can't see anyone or anything suspicious. You try to put the thought out of your head and continue walking down the path.
Once you're just out of view from the street, you see him. He's just a silhouette at first, some fifteen yards away from you. You can't really make out anything about him except he seems tall and broad. As you creep closer to him, you feel goosebumps erupt all over your body. Your brain is screaming at you to turn around and run away, but you feel compelled to get even closer to him.
Once you're within arm's reach, he steps into the dim light of the streetlamp. He looks like a demon; he has a dark complexion with ashy gray horns that curl around either side of his head. You see a long, pointed tail wrapped around one of his wide calves. He towers over you, standing at easily close to seven feet tall.
You crane your neck to look up at him. That voice in your brain is still screaming at you to run, but the closer you get to him, the more muffled the voice becomes. His face is chiseled and beautiful with deep-set dimples you can see when he smirks at you. You find yourself locked in his shining amber gaze, unable to look away.
“It's my birthday," he says in a low voice. He reaches out with a gloved hand and caresses your cheek. “I want a new thrall." He looks you up and down, eyeing your body with hunger.
You know he means you. You want to argue with him, but that strange, inexplicable urge that compelled you to walk over to him compels you now to nod your head at him. His smirk deepens as he takes half a step back from you.
With a snap of his fingers, you feel your outfit change. You look down and see that you're completely nude. You want to move to hide yourself behind your hands, but something keeps you rooted to the spot, fully exposed to him. “Thralls don't wear clothes," he says to you, and you feel yourself grow more comfortable with your lack of attire almost immediately.
You watch as he takes his glove off, and something looks…wrong about his skin. It almost drips, oozes. The thought is out of your head as quickly as it entered, and you feel a tingle run down your spine as he reaches up towards your face. He presses his middle and forefinger lightly against your mouth until you open and invite him inside.
He tastes sweet. As you suckle and lap at his fingers, you realize you long for his taste more and more. You can feel some tingling in your extremities, but it just doesn't seem all that important compared to the fingers thrusting in and out of your mouth.
Before you realize it, you're on your knees. He's got four fingers pumping in and out of your mouth while you're staring up at him in dazed reverence. You can't remember your own name, but you know you enjoy having your mouth used like this. When he pulls his fingers all the way out and takes half a step back from you, you hear yourself whine. You start to wonder if every part of him tastes as good as his fingers do when you notice he's unfastening his trousers.
His pants drop to his ankles and he steps out of them. In his hand you see him stroking a long, thick cock. Your mouth begins to water when you notice it also seems to drip and ooze like his fingers.
“That's right, it's for you," he says with a smirk as he moves toward you. “Now, open wide." He says it as a joke, but you drop your jaw as low as you can. With a deep growl, he slips the head inside with ease.
As soon as he hits your tongue, you realize he tastes just like he did before. Greedily, you begin swallowing as much of his shaft as you can. You feel him sliding down your throat with ease, stretching your muscles along the way. You can't get enough though, and you keep trying to take more and more of him until the bottom of your muzzle finally collides with his balls.
He holds you there for a moment with all of himself stuffed inside your mouth, then begins to gently thrust in and out. You feel thick wads of drool drip down every time he slides back inside.
The tingling spreads. It's now all over your body. As his thrusting gets faster and harder, you feel an intensifying pins-and-needles sensation in your extremities. You reach up to grip the base of his shaft as he's fucking your throat, and that's when you realize you now have hands like his.
You look at your hand in fascination as he continues his assault on your mouth. Your fingers are long with longer talons at the end of them. The flesh on your hand seems viscous like his. The pins-and-needles sensation begins to travel inward toward the center of your body.
He's slamming in and out of your mouth now. You drop your hand out of view to the ground to support yourself as he grips the back of your head for leverage. After a few frantic, deep thrusts, he forces himself all the way down your throat. You hear a deep, guttural moan rumble through his chest at the same time as you feel thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat.
You swallow as much as you can as fast as you can, but it backs up into your mouth and spills down your chin. You feel it drip onto your chest as you continue swallowing what's left in your mouth.
You feel him getting soft, but you continue to swirl your tongue all around his shaft, cleaning every addictive drop off him. The pins-and-needles sensation has traveled all the way up to your neck now.
You wrap your tail around the base of his shaft and use it to slide up and down while you work the rest of his length with your tongue. You glance down at your tail and notice it looks just like his.
Did you always have a tail like his? Did you even have a tail at all? You can't remember, and you don't care anymore as soon as you feel him beginning to harden again.
He looks down at you with smug delight as you obediently milk his cock. His corruption has been successful – your transformation is nearly complete. Even as you work his length over again, your face is turning into his. He threads his fingers deep into your hair as he begins to gently thrust in and out of your mouth again.
The pins-and-needles sensation has finally stopped. His cock is getting harder with every thrust, and you greedily lap at his length with your tongue, desperate for the next load. His eyes roll back into his head as he sinks himself deeper and deeper into you.
You can already feel your other identity slipping away. Who you were before you stepped into this alley seems like a distant dream from long ago. The world outside of this alley seems like a fantasy. You have no name other than what he chooses to call you, and you have no purpose beyond whatever he tells you to do.
His balls slap against your chin as he grips your horns for leverage. You feel them tighten, and you brace yourself, eager and ready for what's about to happen. Once more, you feel thick ropes of cum spraying the back of your throat. This time, though, he keeps thrusting as he's spraying, causing more cum to splash out of your mouth and onto your face and chest.
He takes a step back, pulling his limp cock from your mouth. As he tries to catch his breath and take in the sight of you dripping in his cum and completely enthralled by him, you crawl forward and take his length back into your mouth. He groans and chuckles as he looks down at you.
In that moment, you both know you'll never have another life besides being his thrall and swallowing his cum.