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Demonic Notes Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D

"Seriously, chief... this isn't some kind of joke, right?"

A lot of different adjectives could have been used to describe that bedroom, but "extreme" probably was the most general and yet one of the most accurate ones: the bed in the center of it was huge, round and covered in pitch black satin sheet that looked awfully kinky per se, but paled in comparison to the assortment of tools that were on display on the various shelves, like the most perverted collection of trophies: handcuffs, whips, riding crops, any possible kind of leather accessory and a wide selection of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs coming in all the possible shapes and colors. One of the walls even housed a crude drawing on a giant pentagram, painted in what looked like dried blood, with various hooks and cuffs hanging from it, as if someone was routinely punished there to trigger some sort of arcane, dark ritual. It was a profane temple dedicated to the wildest of pleasures, and only the reddish light filtering from the lone window betrayed its actual location.

The demon was lying on the bed, his shapely bubble butt perked up, his tail swishing through the air in a sinuous dance. In his charming eyes, twin sparkles of azure energy, was an annoyed expression too over the top to be genuine. "I mean," he went on, his voice musical with just a touch of effeminacy. "It almost feels like we are celebrating or something."

"It is more than just a coincidence that your next target aligns with our first meeting." The voice came from the shadows, deep and resonating, powerful and certainly masculine. A hoof stepped out, followed by another as the towering demon approached the bed. He was nearly eight feet tall with blood red skin and obsidian black horns coming out from the sides of his temples, angling out and up. A powerful beard radiated out from his face, covering almost all of his torso, stopping just before his waist. Beneath a two foot long equine like member stood at attention, leaving a drizzling trail of rancid yellow demonic pre as he moved. A spiked, spaded tail swayed behind the mammoth demon's muscular ass.

The smaller and younger demon glanced at the other as an impish smile appeared on his face, showing pointed fangs. "Oh?" he exclaimed, feigning surprise. "What do you mean, chief? Is this your birthday present to me, maybe? You shouldn't have, really! You know I'm a simple boy. Just a couple of souls to play with would've been enough... And, well, maybe a behemoth dildo would be nice, too."

"Do you still crave toys when you have access to the real thing?" the larger demon questioned before his huge cock slapped down on the pert ass of the smaller, "Do you understand your mission?" He added. The young hell spawn shivered and moaned as he felt the scalding hot pre of his master dripping into his asscrack and sizzling against his elastic pucker, sending a jolt of pleasure through his lean toned body.

"I thought my mission was to be ravaged by that wonderful dick of yours any time you want, chief," he mused, his forked black tongue licking his lips. "And I am usually pretty good at that. I mean, I don't want to brag, but-" He was cut off as a tail wrapped around his neck, not dangerously but in warning.

"My tolerance for that term is limited. Show the respect for your father." Barbas growled, showing his fangs, though hinting at a half smirk. The young demon stuck his tongue out while winking in a decidedly lewd way.

"Sorry, daddy," he replied in a joking tone. "But yeah, what's the real reason why the Morning Star gave us this duty, of all things? I mean, why right now?" His right hand caressed the tail wrapped around his neck as a smile crept its way onto his face. "That fair has existed for quite some time, after all..."

"The mortal realm is complex, but it sits atop a system far more complex and far reaching. Perhaps it is easiest to say that the stars have finally aligned to give us free reign. Perhaps it is a cosmic gift to celebrate our... anniversary." The older demon said, reaching out to fondly stroke the young demon's goatee, who purred like an overgrown cat.

"Mmmh... Well, I guess I need to be grateful for this. If you had claimed that place years ago, I wouldn't be here with you," he then said, a weird glint in his azure eyes. "Remember that moment, boss? Our very first date? Man, those were the days..." His forked tongue once again hissed outside his full lips. Barbas chuckled, running a claw along the side of the young demon's temples.

"I remember, my son..." He growled with great contentment.

****

The steady clatter and rumble radiated through the subway car, unmuffled in the absence of its typical number of passengers. The LED clock at the front of the car indicated that it was a little after three A.M. The night was crawling on, refusing to end, particularly because the day had lingered so long itself. The week long heat wave had been insufferable and people were waking up and staying up later to compensate, but even so with the bars closed and the hours ticking by, the streets were finally emptying... but it wasn't just an escape from the heat that made Will want the day to last, it was everything that had happened that day.

The D-street fair was a cultural event for the gay community, allowing them to congregate and party and celebrate in an environment free of the usual oppressive attitudes and moral stigmas. Men from across the city swarmed in for beer, contests, parades... It was a go to destination and a magnet for men of the gayer persuasion. For Will, it was the forbidden fruit. The street fair represented everything he was not. He was not out of the closet, he was not morally uninhibited, he was not open. It was everything he wanted to be, but was too afraid to pursue. That being said, the event made for some amazing eye candy.

Will's day had been spent at the cafe on Brook Street, set up in the corner with his laptop, ordering latte after latte as he pretended to work on his book while watching the steady flow of men in and out of the street fair. He'd seen every type, from glitter coated fairy femboys to rugged, hoggish hagrid biker men. It had been an effort to burn every glorious image into his brain to call up on future rainy days, but now... now it was over and Will was on a subway back home.

Wrapped in his formless, unflattering grey coat, his pale eyes hidden behind his glasses, Will sat in the otherwise empty train, trying his best not to allow the rhythmical bobbing of the subway car lull him into sleep. A tiny sigh escaped from time to time from his lips as he stared at the dirty floor of the wagon, constellations of fossilized bubble gum and cigarette butts scattered here and there.

"Shouldn't have stayed that long..." he murmured under his breath, and that made him feel even more miserable. For the whole day and the better part of the night he had watched the pride parade outside the bar window, asking himself countless times why shouldn't he go outside and join the colorful procession, and telling himself countless times that he couldn't, that there was no way he would've allowed himself to do that. Even if all those fascinating, unhibited men were just outside the window, Will felt he was thousands of miles far away from them.

Another yawn forced his mouth open. "Crap... maybe I should call sick tomorrow morning..." he said as if he was trying to convince himself... but he perfectly knew he would've never done that. He was going to go to work as usual, probably mess up something and be reprimanded by his boss. Another gray and depressing day in a gray and depressing life.

A slight clattering sounded from the end of the cab, a sound unlike the other noises of the subway careening down through the endless network of tunnels. It took Will a moment to realize it was the sound of the door opening. Another person had entered the car and was standing near the end... and it was a man unlike Will had seen before. He was at least six foot four, towering over the miniature subway seats. His skull was shaved clean, the skin well tanned. While there wasn't a hair along his scalp, a dense brown beard started right in front of his ears, coming down along the manly lantern jaw before being braided into a long whip like strap that would have made the pharaohs of Egypt die in envy.

Honey colored eyes surveyed the empty seats before settling onto Will with an unrelenting gaze. The man had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. He had on a long leather duster jacket, but underneath was nothing but a red sleeveless shirt that was failing to hold back the collective mass of his immense pectoral muscles, as well as the washboard abs that rested where most people had a soft stomach. Even the man's tight black jeans seemed to fail at their job, leaving a rather sizable and lewd bulge visible down his left leg part way to his knee. Will stared at him in wonder for a mere fraction of a second before his eyes went down to the dirty floor, his pale cheeks gaining a bright pink shade.

"Great," he murmured in an inaudible tone. "Thanks, karma. That's exactly what I needed." The man standing right in front of him was everything Will wasn't, everything he would've liked to be... His sheer masculinity and confidence were almost intoxicating; Will's heart was beating against his ribs like a frantic bird in his cage, and fat drops of cold sweat trickled down his spine.

The man reached up and grasped one of the yellow triangle hand holds, revealing his fingernails were painted black. He moved down the center aisle like some overgrown gorilla on a playground jungle gym until he was standing mere inches in front of Will. Being that close, an incredibly earthy musk was most palpable to Will's sense of smell, obviously coming from the man's tight jeans. The man cracked a half grin, revealing a very sharp canine tooth.

"Hey, did I see you at the street fair today?" The man asked, his voice deep and resonating, practically commanding respect in its gritty bass. For at least half a minute, Will tried to articulate a word - any word - but nothing came out of his parched throat.

"N-no... no, sir," he finally managed to answer, his voice nothing but a scared murmur, his eyes still trying not to stare at the guy (which was admittedly difficult since he was towering over him).

"Ah, damn. That would have been fun." The man replied, "Anyone sitting there?" he asked, indicating the half of molded plastic seat that Will was situated next to. Will didn't say anything, he just pulled his coat next to his body and pressed himself against the cab wall like a mouse in a trap. The man settled himself down, his hip pressing into Will's, taking up what little space remained.

Will shivered, his whole body full of a mixture of sensation he had never felt before; sure, there were fear and shyness, his constant companions... but also other feelings, definitely less complex and definitely more appealing. The body heat radiating from the man - especially from his hip, where their bodies connected - was almost invigorating, making Will forget his drowsiness. And the smell... oh, the smell! A bouquet of sweat, manly skin, a tad of the acrid scent of prime muscular cum, and... there was something else, something that remembered the young man of charred meat. His tongue began to water almost instinctively, and a half-moan escaped from his quivering lips, an act Will instantly regretted.

"It's a real shame, too... I was looking for a good son there, someone to spend my time with, but no one was quite right... No one sensitive enough, no one observant enough." The man said, leaning back, sliding an arm along the back of the plastic seat to make himself more comfortable, "No one hungry enough." he added.

Will began panting, his tongue almost lolling from his half-open mouth. He couldn't think straight, not that wonderful fragrance filling his nostrils, or that sexy voice worming into his brain. "A real shame, sir," he repeated mechanically. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had placed a stone cold, trembling hand over the stranger's trunk-like leg and started caressing it clumsily through the rough fabric of the denim pants. "Y-you... look delicious."

"Oh I am, if you like savory and salty anyway." The man said, reaching down, resting his hand over Will's. He guided it right to his immense half hard bulge, "How hungry are you, son?" The man all but whispered.

Will's eyes widened and glazed behind the glasses. That had to be some kind of perverse joke. Or a dream. Or both. But even if it felt too good to be true, it still felt good... And Will wanted that to last for as long as it could. Maybe even forever. "I am d-desperate for some juicy man meat, sir," he replied, his hand slightly squeezing the huge erection.

"Good boy." The man whispered, leaning to kiss Will's ear before he stood back up, grabbing a hold of the bar running along the top of the subway car. The other hand came down, popping the button on the pants before drawing down the zipper. A bush of thick, luxurious brown hair emerged before the immensely thick, veined base of the cock appeared. With some careful coaxing, the man drew out his long, almost animalistic shaft. It was unlike anything on the internet, looking almost blunt at the tip instead of the typical mushroom shape. Will stared at the powerful dick bobbing in front of his face with a face filled with awe and wonder, like a kid with a shiny new toy.

"T-this is... my first time, sir... I mean, master," he blurted out. Somehow, that word sounded more natural and fitting. That word only made the man grin a huge, beard rimmed grin. He reached out and affectionately ran a thumb down Will's chin, stroking the flesh there.

"Then you'll start with the best, and I'll teach you everything you need to know. I promise you that you'll get everything you want, and your dreams will come true. Fear won't have any place in your heart anymore." The man whispered, lifting up his hefty cock. It seemed to bloat and swell with each beat of the man's heart, growing longer and longer still while a pearly drop of precum appeared at the tip.

Those words alone managed to melt any remaining hesitation in Will's heart. As his modest-sized cock pressed painfully against the waistband of his underwear, he licked his lips, foretasting its very first man meat. "Oh, I think my dreams already came true, master," he murmured, before licking the precum drop with his tongue tip. As the pearl of bodily fluid melted in his mouth like butter, an exhilarating sensation, like an electric jolt, travelled through Will's body. "F-fuck..." he moaned lustily; he had never been the kind of guy to swear like that, but his previous restraints, fears and doubts were falling one after another like domino tiles.

"That's it, make your master proud... It'll change your life forever." The man grinned, his honey colored eyes practically gleaming, catching the yellow of the hand holds in reflection. He bore his teeth, breathed deeper, taking great joy in what was about to come. His huge member was pulsing and throbbing, restraining the juices that wanted so much to flow free.

Will only grunted as his mouth opened to its limit, his lips wrapping around the massive dick, his head moving backward and forward, his tongue trying to caress the towering sides of that majestic organ. There was nothing left in his brain except the need to please his master, to satisfy him and give him joy. He raised his hands and grabbed the man's tight buttocks, squeezing that manly ass for all its worth.

The man raised a hand, bringing it around Will's head encouragingly, holding it and cradling it. He drew his new son's mouth a bit further down around the shaft, closing his yellow eyes. The windows of the subway car were already starting to fog up as the air got warmer and warmer inside. The stranger's black fingernails stretched out into sharp claws as he held Will there, to his massive meat, letting him inch ever deeper.

Will groaned and moaned, his mouth and tongue working on the shaft like a pro. He could taste more and more precum flowing from its blunt tip, and the more of it he gulped down, the more at ease he felt at the idea of sucking cocks... huge pulsating dicks, full of delicious salty juice, ready to fill his every hole, to spray his body with cum, maybe even to cover him in warm golden piss. That very thought was enough to trigger his own orgasm, and he creamed his pants without a care in the world, a huge stain appearing on his denim pants.

The stranger grinned wider, feeling Will open up, feeling his walls of restraint crumbling. It was an amazing feeling, an enthralling feeling. It was like nectar to a starving man. Little by little, the stranger's guise was starting to crumble. Lumps formed on his forehead, the flesh protesting and fighting before deep black horns punctured through the skin and started to swell and extend. The huge, heavy biker boots on the man's feet contracted and contorted, twisting and tightening until it was bone instead of rubber and flesh instead of leather, capping off his huge legs with hooves worthy of a bull.

The horse like shaft snaked its way down to the back of Will's mouth and then pushed toward his throat, gushing yellowed precum against the muscles to relax them. The stranger's heart was beating fast, bringing blood throughout his body, but he was looking more than just flushed. His well tanned skin was taking on crimson hues, shifting into deep red tones.

Will felt the dick expanding inside him, filling him, obliterating his willpower. In the very back of his mind a feeble voice argued that it should have been physically impossible, that he should have been choking or at least feeling a gag reflex... But Will knew better. He knew that his master's desires were absolute, and that he was his dutiful tool, ready to be reshaped as he pleased.

The man threw back his head, his horns having grown out into massive angular points that looked wicked and deadly. His braided beard came undone, the hair unfurling outward into a massive mane that stretched wider than his nipples. The demon was revealed, and it was time to make himself a true son. His cock was already horse-like, but a medial ring formed around the midsection just before it popped into Will's mouth, locking the cock in place. The stranger let out a growl of satisfaction before his tainted, evil cum began to spray down the back of Will's throat, coming out like a hot milk shake, pumping with impossible volume into his meagre stomach.

Will's cheek widened, the intake of demon sperm too much for him to swallow in its entirety, even though he tried to do his best. His eyes fluttered as he received the first gift of his master, his heart soaring... but then, a sensation spreading from inside his stomach obliterated everything else.

He was burning. Burning inside out. The demon's cock plopped out of Will's mouth with a wet sound, leaving behind a trickle of rancid yellow cum, as the young man fell on the dirty floor, his body spasming and twitching as if he was having the most intense epileptic seizure. "M-master... It... It burns..." he moaned pathetically, his vision filled with red and black and pain.

"The forge burns as it reforms... You're mine now, and you will reflect your master... You will reflect the might of Barbas." The stranger proclaimed, watching as the heat spread through Will's body. Some of his baby fat was melting away, but other features were shifting in more unexpected ways. Will's ass was rounding and firming, expanding outward. As the growing flesh pressed against his underwear, the fabric suddenly ignited. The flame ripped outward, burning through the denim as well, the smoldering scraps falling to the floor of the cab.

"F-fuck..." the pain was almost unbearable. Will could feel his blood boiling, his skin sizzling, his internal organs melting. And yet, despite the suffering, his cock was still rock hard, still standing proud... And as Will stared at him through the veil of tears that evaporated before even leaving his eyes, it started to grow. A moan escaped from Will's now plumper lips as his dick lengthened inch after inch, becoming wider and thicker, the dick a newly changed demon could be proud of... When the mushroom head started getting flatter and the medial ring puffed up, a weird wave of pride washed through Will's burning body: his phallus was now a perfect copy - albeit on a smaller scale - of that of his master. It was the most wonderful, the most splendid of gifts... but then the hell fire in his body began to burn even hotter, and the pain once again cancelled every other sensation.

Flames erupted from Will's shirt, the burning spreading from his spine across his shoulders, flaming fragments falling down to the metal floor. The fire alarm on the subway car started to sound, but Barbas raised his hand and slowly closed it into a fist, causing the alarm to short out and cease its protest. The flames licked and danced across Will's flesh, reddening the skin but not burning it. The splotches spread wider and deeper, turning a rich shade of crimson, coating his perfect bubble butt, his shapely legs, his back and his chest.

A new tingling came as something else started to grow from Will's face, the sensation settling into his chin. Where Barbas had stroked him affectionately, a line of black hair emerged, stretching out centimeter after centimeter into a short goatee.

Will, in his seemingly endless agony, felt a tremendous pressure in his forehead and let out a scream that degenerated into a series of broken moans; the skin over his eyes exploded, rivulets of burning blood trickling down before dissipating in dark smoke, as twin black horn stubs pushed out of his skull. The boy's pale eyes shone of the most exquisite azure, and his ears got elfin and pointed as his face became wickedly handsome in an impish kind of way, his features sharp and boyish at the same time. Will's mousy hair seemed to explode backwards, giving birth to a proud, straight jet black mane.

The fire was now starting to concentrate in the middle of his chest, the pain retreating and leaving only bliss behind. Will stared at his body, his washboard abs and small but firm pecs topped with pitch black nipples, the slender spaded tail that had developed from his coccyx, his sexy and spacious butt. He looked at his elegant hands, and grinned in pleasure as he saw his nails darkening and lengthening in proper claws.

"Magnificent, my son... A proper hell spawn." Barbas whispered, "It's time for you to start the next day of eternity."

The creature that had been Will tried to stand up on his new cloven hooves, as the flame inside his chest gleefully consumed his heart and his very soul, reshaping it into something more powerful and ancient than a mere human being. No longer bound to any kind of moral, no longer inhabited by fear and doubt, its unlimited potential now fully and completely expressed. The new demon placed a hand over Barbas's powerful arm, feeling the dark energy flowing from his master to him and back.

"Yes, my master. Now I am yours. Now and forever," he proudly declared. The cinders on the floor - the remnants of Will's clothes - flowed upwards in an ashen cloud, dancing around his body and coalescing in pitch black metal. The new demon moaned lustfully as his new piercing penetrated his flesh: three rings on each ear, a thick industrial piercing crossing the top part of his left one, a fat black stud in his now forked tongue, two snakebite piercings decorating his lower lip, a pair of impossibly thick rings in his black nipples and a huge Prince Albert at the top of his equine cock. The majority of the cinders, however, circled around his neck, creating a thick, heavy leather collar kept in place by a dark locket, signifying his complete and utter devotion to Barbas's cause.

"Now that is my wisp..." Barbas growled happily, sliding a claw under the young demon's collar, pulling him up to his feet.

"Wisp..." the newly minted hell spawn repeated in awe. "That's... that's my new name, master?"

"Yes, my Wisp... My son, my spawn." Barbas growled.

"I love you, father... Thank you for reshaping me in your image." Wisp proclaimed, before placing a sweet kiss on Barbas's mouth. He had never felt better, more at ease, more free... And the only price he had had to pay for that was his humanity.

****

"Come to think of it, I might have been a little too precipitous that time, huh?" Wisp grinned as he finished reliving the experience of his turning. One of his clawed fingers slipped under the collar around his neck, but as always the dark leather acted as if it were alive and tightened itself against his skin. "Think you can help me with this, huh, chief?" he added while glancing at Barbas, his forked pierced tongue hissing playfully in the air. A clawed hand came down to swat Wisp's ass for the term of endearment.

"You don't want to go on assignment bound like this?" Barbas questioned with interest.

"Well, you know, more than that... I mean, I might have underestimated this 'indentured servitude' thing," Wisp said. He had rolled around on his back, and one of his clawed hands was playing lazily with the Prince Albert at the very peak of his equine-shaped dick. "Sure, when you burned my soul up and reshaped me in your image, it seemed like a good idea, and yet... Well, it's true that you gave me dark powers and a sexy body and an amazing cock and especially the best and most sensitive ass ever, but it seems to me that serving under you for all eternity is still quite the steep price for that, boss... Don't you think?" Once again, Wisp tried to scratch the skin under the leather collar. "Like, sure, when you found me on that train I was probably the most sexually repressed young man on the planet... A couple years more and I guess I would have become the new Jeffrey Dahmer. Come to think of it, are he and Gacy in your domain, boss? 'cause that would totally make sense. Bet they are a interesting people to hang out with."

"It is a little late to renegotiate terms under which you forfeited your soul, but if you need a reminder of your place..." Barbas murmured before he held out his hand. While never fully soft, Wisp's cock suddenly sprung to full attention as it began to harden and engorge well beyond any point Wisp could get it to. The shaft stretched longer and longer, the flat tip bloating as it surpassed any normal tangible size, becoming a hefty weight on Wisp's lap. Wisp panted, his blue eyes rolling in the back of his head, a small trail of drool escaping his lips.

"O-oh..." he moaned, squirming like a fish, his clawed fingers trying to grab a handful of his own oversized demon cock. "P-please, boss... I mean, master..." he murmured pitifully, enthralled by Barbas's power. Barbas chuckled, far from finished.

"Oh no, my son, your lesson is not yet over." Barbas growled. He kept moving his hand, guiding Wisp's shaft to stretch to over a foot long, then almost two. The blunt head started to gush with demonic precum as it rose up past his nipples, butting against his chin... but Barbas wasn't satisfied with just that. His other hand moved and Wisp's bubble butt started to quiver and ache, feeling almost painfully empty as the muscles twitched and pulsed, trying to draw in anything that might get too near. Even Wisp's black nipples grew swollen and erect, his body overcome with sensitivity. Tears of impotent bliss started falling down Wisp's face as his body twitched and spasmed, completely under his creator's control. His mouth hung open, his own precum leaking inside, salty and savory.

"Nnngh..." Wisp was nothing but a toy in Barbas's hands now. "M-master..." The call was pleasing to Barbas' pointed ears, but he didn't ease up. His ministrations continued as Wisp's equine shaft surpassed him on size, rising above his head, climbing taller like an obelisk of sin. It rained down demonic juices across his sublime form. He was pinned in place by his own girth, but Barbas moved over and started to stroke the mighty meat with two clawed hands, then four. He had shifted his own form to give himself a second set of arms, perfect for the situation.

"I... I'm sorry, master..." Wisp was trapped in a thick web of pleasure. Even articulating those simple words had required him a huge effort in willpower. His dick was so big and strong now, the young demon began to feel his own consciousness becoming weaker and weaker, as if his phallus was now the only part of his body that really mattered. With low, animalistic grunts, he tried his best to bounce his jiggly ass against the bed, trying to help Barbas's quadruple stimulation. Barbas grinned at his son's submission before he leaned in, forked tongue teasing the massive quivering urethra, hands massaging the veins and median ring in all the right spots to drive him wild.

Wisp's pointed fangs sunk into his lower lip, puncturing the soft skin and drawing some blood before the tiny cuts almost instantly healed themselves. He wanted to cum, to experience what was certainly going to be one the most intense and overpowering orgasm of his entire existence, to please his lord and master and father... But at the same time, he didn't, because that would have made once again clear and manifest that he had no control over his own existence, that he was nothing but a puppet and that Barbas could pull all his strings with no effort. His azure eyes focused on his creator, his vertical pupils shrinking into almost invisible slits.

"F-fuck..." he growled in a low voice. "Master..."

"Yes, my son." Barbas replied before with a deft lick of a finger on a lower hand, Wisp's prostate quivered, his massive balls pulsed, his shaft tensed and the fires of hell ripped through the young demon's brain in a torrent of mind numbing pleasure. Barbas threw his head back, his beard billowing from the magic alone as he basked in the pleasure he had caused, sharing it almost like a parasite.

Wisp let out another moan, as the entire power of Barbas's hellish domain was poured right into his head like molten gold. He had no way to resist, no more restraints, no more hesitations left... Everything has been burned to the crisp by the sheer power of his father. A crooked smile appeared on his lips as his balls churned with an audible, sloppy squish, before his monstrous cock started spraying yellow demon semen all over the two of them like a scalding hot geyser, covering the satin sheets, the floor and some of the naughty toys lined around the walls.

Barbas growled and howled in pleasure, feeling the energy radiate outward. It was his lifeblood, his essence. Lust, carnal pleasures, it was the nectar that kept him going... and it was that nectar that Wisp would encourage to flow free at the street fair. No human would be able to resist his charms, or the allure of such a sinful afterlife.

The orgasm went on and on, lasting several minutes. After a while, Wisp's dick had finished spraying all the cum accumulated in his engorged balls, but it kept pulsing, driving the young demon over the hedge time and time again. Finally, however, the sensation subsided, allowing Wisp to speak once again.

"S-shit, boss... T-this fucking mess... I-it will take forever to clean everything..." he murmured, pretending to be angry at his master.

"Why do you think there are so many stalactites and and stalagmites in hell? A whole bunch of horny demons." Barbas chuckled, "It'll be fine." Wisp mewled softly, his lean body squirming among fat drops and stains of his own cum.

"Guess I needed this, though. To clear my mind, you know." He tried to pull himself up, but the effects of the afterglow were still too debilitating. "I'm ready to go. Well, almost. Just... Just one more thing, chief..."

"And what is that, my pet?" Barbas asked, retracting his second set of arms back into his form before he cracked his neck. Wisp frowned, then gestured dramatically at his colossal dick.

"Think you can do something for this? I mean, it's hot and everything if you are a fucking pervert and you know I totally am, but I'd like something more manageable... And, well, something that i can actually fit inside a human ass without killing said human."

"Humans." Barbas groaned, rolling his eyes before he moved his hand. Like wiping a slate clean, Wisp was back to his original self... or perhaps marginally larger. Barbas crossed his arms, "When you appear, it'll take a little while before they all notice you. Hopefully you'll be able to make enough of a foot hold by then." Wisp rose back on his feet and walked to Barbas, leaning against his muscled massive body.

"So... You won't come with me, master?" he asked, and for the first time his voice betrayed some weakness. His clawed hand gently caressed Barbas's meaty bicep. "Do you really trust me enough to go solo?" The fingers of his other hand played with his creator's mighty beard. "I mean, this will be the very first time I'm going alone... Do you think I'm ready?"

"You have grown and flourished these last few years, growing ever bolder and more degenerate... But you are my son. You will do me proud. I know you are ready." Barbas said, giving Wisp's goatee one more fond stroke, the clawed thumb tracing a line down his chin. Wisp closed his eyes, letting out a short sigh.

"Well... time for me to go, then. Wish me good luck, father!" Wisp then said with a grin, shaking his perky ass once or twice in an alluring manner.

"Good luck Wisp, happy hunting." Barbas growled with pleasure. Wisp shivered in pleasure in hearing the other demon using his name, and a pair of elegant, small dragon-like red wings blossomed from his back. They looked too tiny to allow a demon the size of Wisp to fly, but Hell had never cared that much about physics.

"I'll make sure to bring you a lot of new demons, master Barbas," he said in a surprisingly serious tone before walking to the door of his room and opening it. On the other side there was a vast, gaping void, like the inside of a black hole. "Well... here goes nothing," he said, before jumping right into the dark portal and vanishing in an instant.

Barbas remained where he was standing, looking at the portal. It had been a long time since the numbers of his army had swollen, but with Wisp's help their numbers would again grow. He missed in part the playful reverie of having souls erode beneath his cum and piss, but the dark truth was that he could not yet return to Earth... Not until Wisp paved the way. If they could wedge the door between worlds open, there would be no stopping what was to come.