Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places, Chapter 1
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee!! This one ties in to "The Seeker" series and introduces new characters.
Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places
Chapter 1
By William W. Kelso
Zula sat at her desk, bored to tears. Things had been going so well there wasn't much that needed her attention right now, which was good AND bad. But if something had gone wrong; or there had been a new development, then at least she would have something to DO! It sucked being a junior 'partner', working for her mom no less, how embarrassing. But at least it gave her the title of 'Mistress', which was something anyway. She knew her mom hadn't 'hired' her just because she was her daughter though, but also because she was smart, much smarter than the average demoness. But she paid a price for it, the other demonkind tended to avoid her as they didn't like being intimidated. She leaned forward and held her head in her hands and sighed. She checked the computer, nope, nothing. She gave a loud screech, I am BORRRREEEDDD!!
The Imp, his name was Buster (he had no idea why), looked up at the sound of the loud yell. Uh-huh, he thought, she's crawling up the walls again. He didn't mind being Mistress Zula's slave, far from it, of all the owners he'd had she had treated him the best, almost like a living breathing individual instead of a moving inanimate object. Plus working for her tended to be...uneventful; which for an Imp was the closest thing to Heaven in Hell as possible. He knew the other demonkind considered her to be kind of weird, but he was fiercely loyal, which was how he repaid her kindness. He knew what she needed too, so went to the little cubby hole of a 'kitchen' to fix her favorite drink, Green sulfur tea with a dash of ammonia.
Zula looked up as Buster entered, and as usual he had a tray with a big mug of tea and an assortment of cookies and other treats. She smiled, her fangs showing as her black rubbery lips pulled up. Buster was a typical goat Imp, two thirds human and one third goat. He was a bit on the small side and his colorings were a mottled blend of black, browns, and grey, and by Imp standards he was considered rather plain if not outright ugly. But she was fond of him; he had been the first slave she'd bought. He'd been in the 'bargain stall', and she'd almost walked by, but something about his eyes had made her reconsider. Most Imps had the dull brown eyes of their animal side, but his had been bright with intelligence. It was the best deal she'd ever made. Like herself he was the 'odd Imp out' because he was so much smarter than normal. With other demonkind that would have been a major flaw, but with her it worked, they made a good team. So much so she'd used her powers to extend his life span. It was allowed, but was not commonly done since Imps were so 'expendable', and there were always plenty more. But she would have felt lost without Buster around to help her run things.
"Hello Buster, Zula said, as usual you've read my mind."
"Slow day, Mistress?" Buster asked respectfully.
"Since when is it not in the exciting world of horticulture?" Zula replied, leaning back in her chair and clasping her hands behind her neck. "The most exciting thing that's happened all year was those Hell slugs getting in the mushroom crop."
Buster looked at the young demoness; she was only about 600, sitting behind the desk. She was a pig-lizard-bat-demoness, and like all her kind had physical characteristics of all. She was fairly small for a demoness, with digitigrades animal legs ending in split hooves, a human like torso with a pair of very nice breasts as well as three additional pairs of breasts lower down; but smaller, a porcine head with blunt snout with nasty fangs and tusks, large bat like ears so she could fly in the dark, bat wings, and long serpentine tail. Her body was covered with a light dusting of fine scales and black & grey fur. The fur was thickest on her legs and back, but thinner on her chest and breasts, and a stiff bristly 'Mohawk' ran from her head down to the tip of her barbed tail. Her large wings were folded tightly against her back. But she was no cute piggy, her looks were more those of a feral peccary, thin and tough. By the standards of her kind she was rather plain and a bit of a runt, but Buster thought she was beautiful. In fact he loved her, and was sure she knew it, but both knew better then to make such a relationship obvious. It wasn't a good idea. Besides, he knew she didn't love him, at least not in the way he loved her, but that was OK. He was more than content just to be her slave.
"I wish mom would give me some real duties, some demonic duties! Zula lamented, I don't mind being her chief clerk and trouble shooter, but I'm a demoness, damn it! You could do this job just as well Buster, and probably better, than me! Being chief clerk of the Horticulture Department is NOT a job for a demoness anyway!"
Buster set the tray down on the desk and moved behind his Mistress, and started to massage her shoulders where her wings were attached, she was always so tense.
"I doubt that Mistress, he said, you have a very important job, Mistress Viviax has one of the largest domains in Hell and needs good reliable help. You know you make it much easier for her to concentrate on her, er, main interests."
"You mean training sex slaves? Zula said, but I must admit she's quite good at it, any slave trained by her brings a premium at auction. She makes them so...enthusiastic about their, um, duties."
"A slave who enjoys his work is a happy slave." Buster said.
"Are you happy Buster?" Zula asked softly.
That caught Buster a bit by surprise, but then his Mistress was an odd one. In fact they were both misfits of a sort, which was probably why they got along so well, they needed each other to relate to. But still, to ask a slave if he was happy?? Better be careful with this question!
"I'm as happy as an Imp can be Mistress, Buster said truthfully. I have served several Masters and Mistress's, and of them all you have treated me by far the best. I am...grateful for that."
"That's good Buster, Zula said, but you've earned it. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Probably just fine, Buster thought, but he didn't say anything, just kept massaging her shoulders, she was SO tense! He could tell from her scent what she needed, so begin to work his fingers through her fur, over her shoulders and down to her breasts, and she squealed softly as his hands found her breasts, her nipples already hard. Yes, he thought, she needs my services, and he wanted her too. He felt his penis start to harden, it had been several days and he wanted her so badly, and he knew she needed the pleasure and relief sex gave her kind. He leaned over a little further so one hand could reach her other breasts, they all had large rubbery nipples and all her nipples were swollen and rigid with arousal as he ran his hands gently over them. Of all his duties this was by far the one he enjoyed the most.
"Ummm, Zula muttered, that's nice Buster, you always know what I need, you randy beast! Don't stop, I need you!"
Buster nibbled at the tips of her ears, bleating softly, the need for talking gone. He was in full rut now, rampant and needy. He leaned over and licked her snout, her long forked tongue licking over his muzzle. With a grunt she stood up, and moving out from behind the chair she leaned against the desk and lifted her tail, and Buster mounted her without hesitation. Ohhhh, how he loved to service his Mistress! Of all the females he had mated with she was the best, and it didn't hurt that he loved to fuck her. With other demoness's it was more of a chore, enjoyable, but still a duty over which he had no choice. But with her, well, it was the closest to making true love he'd ever come. And her hot slick sex was so tight, she had amazing control over her vaginal lips and muscles like all demoness's, and as he fucked her it felt like she was stroking and squeezing his aching cock as he slid in and out of her. Like all goat Imps he was well endowed since part of his duties did include pleasuring any demonkind who wanted his services, so sex was extremely enjoyable for him whatever the circumstances, but this was, oh, she was so beautiful, his Mistress. He bleated and nuzzled the back of her neck as she squealed and snorted in pleasure, his furry thighs slapping against her rump, hilting his full twelve inches every time he thrust, his eyes rolling up in his head from the sheer ecstasy. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a deep guttural squeal he climaxed, his whole body shuddering as he poured his cum into her womb, his lips pulled back from his large yellow teeth in a grimace of pure ecstasy as his cock pulsed and his large balls strained and pumped.
Zula moaned and squealed as Buster fondled and rubbed her nipples, oh, he was SO good at that! She was no wall flower, being what she was her sexual needs would have appalled most people, but she wasn't very popular with demons, and had a very undeserved reputation as being 'frigid and weird'. In actuality it was quite the opposite, like her mother Viviax she loved sex, as frequently and as often as possible, as the male Imps she owned well knew. She had a couple of demon 'friends' who paid her regular visits, but they both 'worked' in other domains, but knew she was worth the trip. But the only 'regular' partner she had was Buster, and he was so very good at keeping her worst needs satisfied, and she knew he loved that part of his 'job'. But she really didn't have a lover; her sex was strictly for physical pleasure and to satisfy her 'natural' needs, and it didn't hurt that she loved it so much.
She gave another squeal as Buster moved his attentions lower, his hands fondling all of her breasts now, and he lipped her ears which she knew he knew she loved. Her ears, like all winged demonkind, were very sensitive, and his soft wet lips and tongue caressing them was as erotic as Hell. She was already wet and fully aroused, and couldn't wait any longer. She stood up and moved to the side, and bent over her huge; to her butt ugly, desk, and lifted her tail. She didn't have to wait long, and gave a loud squeal of pleasure as Buster's weight settled on her back and his large rampant penis slid into her sex, hilting after only a few powerful lunges. Ooohhh, by Dis, that felt good!! She needed to be fucked badly, and Buster was the Imp for the job, he did so enjoy his work, and was soooo very good at it. He bleated softly in her ears, nibbling at them and the back of her neck, and she turned her head so they could 'kiss', and he fucked her with powerful thrusts that never slowed or hesitated, the powerful musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. He smelled so much more aroused then the other male Imps she coupled with, she had many other Imps for sexual partners, but he was her favorite. She gave a soft grunt of approval as he began to speed up, grasping and caressed his cock with her vaginal muscles, her labial lips pursing and sucking like a mouth. He knew what she liked, and she knew what he liked, and like their work they made perfect sexual partners for one another, each able to satisfy the others needs. He began to speed up even more, and he gave a deep guttural squeal as she felt his cum filling her, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he thrust even faster, and she gave a loud porcine squeal of ecstasy as her own massive orgasm exploded inside her sex and washed over her in waves of exquisite pleasure.
As Buster dismounted he knew he wasn't through yet, his Mistress was quite a demanding sexual partner, but he knew he was 'up' to the job. She turned around and leaned back against the desk, and taking his penis in one hand he pressed the head against her sex and mounted her again, pinning her rump against the desk with his hands on her shoulders. He started fucking her again, slow and regular, and lowering his head nibbled at her nipples, curling his long prehensile tongue around one breast and then another, and she squealed and clawed at his back, her hot breath washing over his face. He felt her tail curl up between his legs, her reptilian bands rubbing against his large swinging balls, the barb velvety smooth, stroking and caressing his back and rear, and oh how he loved that! He wished he had a nice long tail too, not the little tufted one he had. He leaned forward more and she lifted her hooves off the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist, her snout open as she squealed and panted, her long forked tongue licking over his muzzle and into his own open gasping mouth. Ohhh, it felt so good, so fantastically wonderful! How he loved his Mistress! He grabbed her shoulders and lay completely on top of her, his hooves digging into the floor as he started thrusting as hard as he could, grunting and bleating as her squeals became louder, and when he climaxed again it was so intense he almost passed out as he gave a bellow of pleasure.
Zula snorted and squealed in pleasure as Buster started fucking her again, and his lips and tongue on her breasts, oh, marvelous! Even by Hell's standards he was a first class fuck, he knew how to pleasure a female. She ran her tail up between his legs, stroking his furry rump and back, his heavy balls rubbing against her tail bands, and that felt marvelous too. She caressed his cock, tightening and loosening her vaginal muscles, making it harder for him to penetrate, then opening wide for him, and he bleated and squealed in ecstasy. She locked her legs around his waist, holding onto the edge of the desk as he began to thrust faster and faster, both of them panting and gasping from the effort and ecstasy. Finally he pinned her completely, and when she climaxed she gave a shrill squeal of extreme release and pleasure, her squeal fading to happy snorts as she licked Buster's panting muzzle, his hardness still deep inside of her. They stayed that way for awhile, enjoying the feel of one another's sex, licking and nuzzling, and then Buster dismounted and performed his last duty, cleaning his Mistress's sex, licking it until it was clean and slick. And he enjoyed that too, as did Zula who gave soft squeals of pleasure as his tongue cleaned her, inside and out, and she came one more time with a grunt of satisfaction.
"Mmm, that was very nice Buster; you pleasure your Mistress so well." Zula said as she stood up and did a long slow stretch, oh she'd needed that! She gave a snort of amusement when Buster said,
"It was MY pleasure, Mistress."
Well, as nice as that was, it was back to business, Zula thought regretfully. She'd have Buster spend the night in her bed tonight though, she wouldn't get much sleep, but it would be worth it. Damn that Imp could fuck!
"Buster, Zula said, we need to send the weekly reports over to Mistress Viviax before she quits for the day, I almost forgot about them. Run them over, and then come back here, you're spending the night with me."
Zula smiled as Buster literally skipped out of her office, and then called him back as he'd forgotten the reports. Silly Imp, she thought affectionately.
As Buster neared Mistress Viviax's office he heard her loud enraged voice, and watched as a male human slave was dragged from her office by two female dog Imps.
"Snort! Viviax said, this will teach this slave to cum before I gave him permission! A day on the rape rack with a permanent erection will teach him to behave! Be sure to let the females know he's available for their pleasure; and the males too!" She snarled as the Imps dragged the sobbing, pleading slave away. She was enjoying breaking him in, but he had to learn his place. The nerve, leaving her wanting!
Buster hesitated, maybe now was not the best time to deliver the reports. But too late, she'd seen him.
"You! Viviax said, pointing at the goat Imp, get in my office, NOW!"
With a nervous bleat Buster obeyed, refusing was not an option. "M-Mistress, he said, I have the weekly reports from Mistress Zula."
"Snort! I don't give a shit about the reports, Viviax said, I want you to fuck me. That damn slave came before I did! I was so close it hurts! Now shut up and FUCK me, damn it! And don't you DARE stop until I tell you to!"
Well, this wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting, but Buster wasn't terribly upset by the order, Mistress Viviax was one good looking demoness. He'd fucked her before a few times, and always enjoyed it. So as she dropped down on all fours he mounted her and fucked her for as long as she wanted, making sure NOT to cum before she did. An Imp could end up on a rape rack just as quickly as a human sex slave, which was not fun as they cast a spell making you permanently rampant, but unable to cum no matter how many times you were raped, which was 24/7 nonstop. He was fairly worn out from fucking Mistress Zula, but was still able to perform quite well, making Mistress Viviax; and himself, cum three times each. And he enjoyed it immensely.
"Oh yeah, Viviax said, as the Imp dismounted. Now THAT was a fuck! You did a good job, get yourself some extra rations at dinner tonight, and if they give you any grief you let me know."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!" Buster bleated happily. This was turning out to have been a very enjoyable day, and the night would be fun too! He started to leave, and then hesitated. "Um, Mistress?"
Viviax paused in surprise; usually an Imp didn't dare address her directly without first having been given permission, or to answer a question. But he had done a first rate job of satisfying her lust, at least temporarily. She was well fucked, and in a good mood, so said,
"Yes slave?"
"Um, Mistress, if it pleases you, it's about Mistress Zula."
"Wait, Viviax said, I know you! You're that Imp slave that works for her right? She calls you Bobby or something."
"Buster, Mistress." Buster replied.
"Whatever, Viviax said, but what do you want?"
"It's about my Mistress, Mistress. She's going crazy; she wants to do what a real demoness does, what you do. Please, she wants to be like you so badly."
Viviax wasn't upset by the question/request at all, in fact she was pleased. Her daughter was a kind of misfit; not that she didn't love her, she did, very much, and the kid was smart, almost TOO smart. But she excelled at her job, so why not let her try her hand at damning souls? She was certainly old enough, and knew the tricks of the trade. So she wanted to be like mommy huh, how nice!
"Well, slave, Viviax said, she certainly didn't have to have you ask for her."
"Mistress, Buster said, she has no idea I did."
Viviax raised her brow ridge in surprise, "Indeed? Well, then you serve your Mistress well slave, she's lucky to have you. Yes, I will give her some other duties, I think it is about time she tried her hand at the family traditional family trade. You may go now."
"Thank you Mistress." Buster said.
"GET!" Viviax replied, and grinned as the Imp disappeared in a clatter of hooves.
Buster didn't tell his Mistress what he'd asked her mother; frankly he still couldn't believe he'd had the nerve. Mistress Viviax was a harsh task Mistress, but overall fair if you did your best, but he'd been able to tell his services had left her pleased and happy, so took a chance, and it had paid off. He grinned at Mistress Zula's excited yell.
"Buster, get in here! Zula yelled, I've just received notice from Mistress Viviax that I'm being put on active duty! I've been assigned my own pentagram, and will be answering summons from mortals! The crew to install it will be here later today!"
"Excellent news Mistress", Buster said.
"Clean out one of the storerooms and get it ready, Zula said, make sure it's close by though, don't want to miss a summons."
"Yes Mistress!" Buster said, as he left to carry out her orders. He had the perfect place in mind, just a short distance down the tunnel. He'd gather up a crew of Imps and beasts and have it ready in an hour at the latest.
Zula leaned back in her chair and kicked her hooves in glee. Yes! Finally! Her family of demonkind had been dealing with; and damning, mortals for untold millenniums. No one knew for sure when they'd first started. Her mother was over 3000 years old and one of the best, she usually had several new sex slaves she was breaking in and training at the same time. Unlike some demonkind the mortals didn't have to be virgins as their fate was to become sex slaves for demonkind, and it didn't matter if they were male or female. But they had to be alive when they were dragged down to Hell, not just souls. They were trained to pleasure both male and female demonkind, Imps, beasts, and animals, and then sold at the slave market. All underwent certain 'modifications' to make them more...versatile, some more than others. Some were specially modified on orders from their new owners; some demonkind liked, well, strange pleasures or where so physically different a regular human couldn't couple with them. She actually felt sorry for the poor creatures some slaves became. They all had to be modified at least to a certain extent as most demonkind were more endowed then humans, and much more demanding. When she was little Zula had loved to watch her 'mommy' breaking in new sex slaves, and had dreamed about how she'd be doing it herself someday. And, finally, she would!
It didn't take long for Zula to get her first summons, and she responded promptly. And soon she had a young human female as an 'acolyte', and in exchange for various things; including the girls soul of course, began to train her to be a Sorceress. Later, as part of her 'duties' the girl would have to sacrifice other humans to Zula; to take her place in Hell. The average was one every ten years. Of course Zula didn't tell her that at first, until it was too late. So long as they didn't ask, she didn't have to volunteer that information. 'I'll drag you down to Hell, or you give me someone else.' was one, well, Hell of an incentive. The Sorceress or Sorcerer in return got youth and an extended life span up to 500 years, the maximum allowed. Not to mention wealth, power, and other goodies. It was quite profitable, for both sides. And an acolyte that served his or her Master or Mistress well was well treated when their time came to join their 'benefactor', at least by Hell's standards. Most ended up as higher ranking slaves, or preferred pets, often in positions of real power. A very few more 'deserving' ones became demonkind. Of course if you pissed off your Master or Mistress, well, you wouldn't enjoy Hell as much. Demonkind could be pretty vindictive, and had truly ingenious ways to torment you, usually based on whatever scared and/or grossed you out the most. And they always instinctively knew what that was.
Viviax was delighted with her daughter's performance; she had the family gift for enticing mortals to damn themselves. A really talented demonkind didn't have to damn the mortal; they did it to themselves, the demonkind just provided the incentive and means. Frankly she hadn't been sure she would, the girl was a little too 'nice' for her own good sometimes, NOT a desirable trait in a demoness. But her zeal and talent for her new duties was truly impressive, and Viviax started inviting her to higher up functions to show her off to her friends. Even Zula's sire, an old school demon boar named Cronk, had told her how proud he was of his daughter, and Zula had just beamed as she rubbed snouts with daddy. It was the only nice thing he'd said about her in centuries. The old boar did love her though; he just wouldn't admit it no matter how much you might torture him. Surprisingly demonkind held family ties in great regard, just as much, if not more so, then mortals. They did tend to be more extended and looser though as a demoness's would have offspring by any number of demons as demonkind thought the concept of 'marriage' to a single mate was, well, stupid, so the closest ties were on the mother's side. It was common for the males to go and live with daddy after awhile to learn from him though, but they always kept close ties with their mothers. As demonkind have very low birth rates Viviax had no trouble in keeping up with the 'kids', in her 3000+ years she gave birth to twins approx. every 500 years, and then only after she was 1000 years old. It was a survival trait; immortal beings had to be very careful about population control.
Soon Zula had a total of fifteen acolytes', ten female and five male, a very respectable number for someone new at the job. And that didn't include the ones that screwed up and got dragged down to Hell by her. For now she turned them over to mom to be broken in and trained; after having some fun first of course, helping to train them when she had the time. She also got a percentage of the slave auction proceeds of course. She needed more experience in that area before doing it on her own. Breaking a slave's spirit and making them like being a sex slave was hard. Oh, you could have fun raping and degrading them all day long, making them enjoy it was the key. Mistress Viviax's technique of a combination of terror, gentleness, compassion, and sexual pain and pleasure worked quite well. Once a slave was broken she always kept them for a 'pet' for awhile; making sure they had had a broad range of sexual partners, to give them more experience before selling them. The slaves actually came to love their owner, desiring only to please them in whatever way they wanted, craving the sexual release their owner could provide. Many of her slaves actually cried and begged her to keep them when she tired of them. Her stock was the best, and demanded top prices at the market. If a slave couldn't be broken to love their 'duties', well, there were other uses for them as some demonkind preferred uncooperative slaves as rape always added a little spice to sex if the slave was not a willing partner. But that was rare as Viviax had perfected her techniques over thousands of years. After being trained by her most slaves begged their new owners for sex, as often as possible, they had been conditioned to need it like a junky needs drugs.
Trevor wasn't much to look at, and knew it. He was fairly short, a little pudgy, wore birth control glasses, and was smarter than all the other kids. The other kids sensed this, and of course made life Hell for him whenever they got the chance, which was every day at school and/or on the way home. After school he didn't dare stick his nose out the door as he knew he'd receive more of the same treatment from the 'mutants' as he referred to the bullies. Because of this he was very lonely and introverted, his only real friend being a snake named Pip. He'd found it hurt by the side of the road one day, and brought it home and carefully nursed it back to health. It had a permanent kink towards the tip of its tail, but otherwise recovered and was healthy now. It seemed to appreciate the kindness, and was quite happy to spend most of its time draped around Trevor's neck or shoulder when he was in his room. Which was most of the time as Trevor didn't care much for television as most shows were 'mindless drivel' as far as he was concerned, one of the few exceptions being the History and Nature channels. It's hard to say if Pip loved his owner, but Trevor truly loved the snake. His father spent all his time on business trips, and unknown to his family screwing expensive call girls; if you'd met Trevor's mom you'd understand why, and his mom didn't have any time for the 'accident', which was fine with Trevor as he thought she was an empty headed harpy. He much preferred the company of Pip. If not for the part time maid and cook he might have starved to death. Trevor liked the friendly funny lady from Ecuador, and her cooking was to die for, so he remained rather well fed. Which was one reason he was so 'heavy', the other was Twinkies, he lived on the things.
So Trevor spent most of his spare time on the internet, and made more 'friends' that way then he ever would in person. But not on My Page or 'normal' chat sites, his interests tended to run toward darker, and frankly deviant, interests. He was fascinated by BDSM and liked to fantasize about being tied up and sexually 'tortured' by oversexed females, both human and otherwise as he was a Furry as well. Not that he owned an animal suit or had ever even met any other Furries, but the thought of being a hybrid human/animal anthro just appealed to him. And his interests also came to include the occult and demonology. The subject fascinated him, so it was probably inevitable that eventually he would 'meet' a real Sorceress online, and she would provide him with the necessary information to summon a real demon, or in his case, demoness. She didn't do it out of kindness; she got 'points' for every 'referral' from her Mistress. And if the new 'petitioner' screwed up the spell; well then so much the better for everyone but the petitioner. So she sent Trevor the information on how to draw a pentagram, a source to buy genuine black mass candles from (Normal candles do NOT work. Well, they do, they just can't keep the demonkind in the pentagram, and they DO know the difference.), and the words to the spell. She didn't even charge him anything. So Trevor ordered the candles, not cheap, but he had the money and planned to do a summoning in the basement while his mom was gone to visit her mother; Trevor was convinced his grandmother was a witch, and his dad was gone on a 'business trip' as usual, and he had the big old house to himself. As usual they didn't have any time for him.
As soon as it started getting dark Trevor went down into the basement and into what was supposed to be a "Rec Room", but was never used by anyone. He pushed the few pieces of furniture into the corners, rolled up the big oval rug, swept the floor and mopped it, then very carefully drew the pentagram, then went back over it using black paint. He was very careful to get it right; unlike some he knew the risks. Better safe than sorry, and damned for eternity. He let the paint dry, and then put the black mass candles in some expensive crystal champagne glasses no one ever used, and was pretty much pleased with the overall effect. He was a talented artist, and the pentagram looked very nice and professional. Then he waited until midnight, stripped as the instructions called for the summoner to be nude in order 'to hide nothing', it was considered 'polite' since the demonkind were always nude too. He sighed as he looked at his chubby uninspiring body, but at least he wasn't too small down there. Then he lit the candles, and standing between two points of the pentagram he begin to read the spell, and somewhat to his surprise it actually worked! There was a puff of red smoke, and as it thinned he could see something standing in the center of the pentagram. At first he thought it was someone wearing a cloak or overcoat.
Zula looked up from her desk as she felt the now familiar pull of a summoning. With a happy grunt she yelled,
"Buster! I'm being summoned, take over!"
"Yes Mistress", Buster replied, since she'd started damning souls he'd been doing a lot more of the office work anyway, not that he minded. Gave him something to do, and he was good at it. Not that she was a slouch, she still did more than her share when her other duties didn't require her attention. She took her jobs seriously.
Zula clopped down the tunnel to the pentagram chamber; the Imp on duty already having it ready for her. She climbed up on the raised platform, and squatting down wrapped her wings around herself. She nodded, and was suddenly somewhere else. She waited a moment to orient herself and let the smoke thin a little; the smoke was theatrical, the mortals seemed to expect it. But it was useful too, it gave the summoned demonkind time to recover after the somewhat disconcerting trip to the mortal realm, you never really got used to it. The effect was similar to being in a rapidly descending elevator while spinning around at a great speed. Luckily most demonkind had no gag reflex; puking in front of a prospective acolyte would be rather embarrassing. Standing up, she spread her wings, and said,
'I am Zula, who has dared to summon me!?!" And there was nobody there! Huh?
"Uh, um, over here!" Trevor said.
Zula spun around, and saw a human male who waved at her. "I am Zula, she repeated, who has dared to summon me!?! And by the way, those are the wrong points of the pentagram."
"Oh, um, sorry? Trevor said, I didn't know it made any difference."
"Well it does, Zula said, makes the spell stronger. Now, who are you, and what do you want of me?"
"I, uh, er", Trevor stammered. What DID he want?, frankly he hadn't even really thought about it! He'd just been more interested in seeing if the spell really worked, and it most certainly had. "I'm not sure." He finally said.
Well, this was different, Zula thought. Normally they had a list of demands, half of which she couldn't grant even if she had the power.
"Look mortal, Zula said, slightly annoyed, if you don't want anything then why in HELL did you summon me? My time is valuable, you know. Why don't you close the pentagram and call me later when you DO know what you want? Idiot."
"No, wait, please! I'll think of something!" Trevor stammered. The demoness looked at him, an irritated expression on her animal face, but seemed willing to wait, at least for awhile. He looked at the inhuman beast, and to his embarrassment felt his penis began to stir as it became hard. He'd never been in the presence of a completely naked woman, or at least in this case, a naked creature that was part woman. His experience with females was; basically, close to zero. But he wasn't a virgin; though most of his sexual experiences were limited to self pleasure, and he was an accomplished masturbator. His one brief experience with a girl had occurred when a relative of their maid had visited to help her clean up for a few days. The girl; older then Trevor, had basically seduced him and he hadn't even been sure as to exactly what had happened. She had backed him against the wall, pulled is pants down, then lifted up her skirt, jumped up on him, and rode him until they both climaxed, then dropped her skirt and that was it. 'Wham, bam, what the fuck just happened, ma'am?' His main memory was that it had been brief, confusing, and he wanted it again more than anything else, but wasn't sure why exactly. But she had gone back to Ecuador a few days later, and he had remained celibate; as usual, ever since then. He had just graduated from High School, and his parents were making noises about college; or, horrors, military school, but he flat out didn't want to go. As bad as High School had been he was terrified by the thought of college. But the sight of the demoness's breasts, all EIGHT of them, the mound of her sex with her lips just barely showing, and the fact she was a real 'Furry', quickly brought him to a state of extreme arousal, his cock rock hard and aching. She appealed to him even more because she wasn't human then she would have if she was. In fact she was pretty much his idea of the perfect female. He was smart enough to know that was pretty sick, but didn't care.
Zula smiled as she saw the male human's sexual reaction to her presence. It was amazing how many responded like that, even those revolted by her appearance. She knew by most human standards she was a hideous creature, but could have cared less as their opinions didn't count. However, the ones that responded with lust were easier to make deals with as their arousal tended to cloud their judgment, and they often made rather costly mistakes. But then at least they didn't have any trouble getting to slake their lust once they'd been property trained. He loved the look on their faces when they realized they'd screwed up and were in Hell.
Trevor racked his brain, what DID he want?? Well, actually he wanted a lot of stuff, but he just couldn't think straight with her standing there, naked like that. His cock was harder then he could ever remember, so hard it hurt, and his sexual need had never been so demanding.
"Well?? Zula asked, I don't have all night!"
"I, I, damn it, I want you!" Trevor blurted out.
"Me? Zula said, a little confused, what do you mean? You want me to be your slave? I can do that for a night if you want."
"No, I mean, I don't know!" Trevor said. He certainly wasn't going to tell her he wanted to fuck her! They'd just met! Even if she WAS naked!
Zula frowned, "Are you playing with me human? I do not like to have my time wasted, if you want something then ASK me! I will either say yes, or no, if it is not within my power." Great, he's retarded, she thought. Well, at least that would probably make it even easier to get what SHE wanted.
"I'm sorry, Trevor said, I've never done this before, I didn't even know if it would work! Um, how does this work, I mean, what CAN you give me?"
"Well, as you can see, Zula said, it DOES work. As far as what I can give you, anything you want, within reason. Wealth, youth & long life, magical power, sexual powers, the usual."
"Sex-sexual powers? Trevor said; what kind?"
"Oh, many, Zula replied. I can give you a bigger cock and balls, make you a female-or male and female, make you insatiable, give you the power to fuck any woman or animal you want, you name it, I can give it. You wouldn't believe what some mortals have asked for." And they think WE'RE depraved, she thought.
"What do you want in return? I mean, my soul, right?" Trevor said.
"Not necessarily, though that is my ultimate goal.", Zula replied. She was bound by protocol to tell him the truth, but if he failed to ask the right question, or just assumed something wrongly, oh well, shit happens. But she could not deliberately lie to him; or directly deceive in most cases, but it was perfectly OK for a mortal to deceive them self. Just because they assumed something didn't make it true. "It depends on what you want. For a small request I can accept sexual services, but for the bigger ones a soul is the usual form of payment. Or other...things."
"You mean, if I wanted something, er, um, small, I could pay for it with SEX?" Trevor said in surprise.
"Bingo!" Zula replied.
"But, but why, I mean, why sex?" Trevor asked.
Direct question, she had to answer. "Because for a demonkind having sex with a mortal who isn't damned yet is a real, well, treat. We gain power that way. It has to do with innocence and purity versus corruption and decadence, it's an 'opposites attract' kind of thing. But the more times you have sex with a demonkind the more of your innocence you lose, so it can't be done very often or you'll damn yourself. Lots of mortals like to try out small powers or other payments at first to see if it really works. Or if you find me repulsive as a sexual partner just your cum would do, you just jack off into a container and give it to me. We use it for spells, and it's also a delicious treat."
"You, you, eat cum?? That's gross!" Trevor said.
"Actually we drink it, or mix it with something, Zula said. And you mortals do it all the time when you suck cocks. And you drink milk don't you? That comes out of a cow's tits; we think THAT'S pretty gross."
Well, yeah, Trevor thought, I guess if you look at it that way it IS kind of gross. But cum? Ewwww.
"I would think having sex with a demoness just once would be enough, Trevor said, to damn you I mean, it's a sin, isn't it?"
Damn Zula thought, another direct question, kid's not as stupid as he looks. "Of course it's a sin, but if every mortal was damned whenever they committed a sin, any sin, then Hell wouldn't have any room left. It's a fairly bad sin, yes, but a few times won't damn you to Hell. You can make up for it later by doing good works, getting absolution, adopting puppies, or whatever."
Oh, I'll bet, Trevor thought. Nominally he was Catholic; or at least his parents said he was, but other than Catholic school he certainly wasn't devout. He hated all the fancy ceremony anyway. He suddenly gave a muffled snort of amusement, and giggled.
"Are you laughing at me, mortal?" Zula hissed, in an 'I am NOT amused' tone of voice.
"No! Trevor said, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something funny, I mean, I can just see myself going to confession, and saying, 'Forgive me Father for I have sinned, I had sex with a demoness.' I wonder how many 'Hail Mary's' or 'Our Father's' that would take!"
Zula couldn't help herself, and snorted in amusement, it WAS kind of funny, she'd love to see that! They both giggled and snorted for awhile, each a little embarrassed to be showing amusement in front of the other, but finally settled down.
"So let me get this straight, Trevor said, if I ask for something small, all I have to do is, um, have sex with you, or give you some cum, and you'll grant it?"
"Exactly, Zula said, now what do you want?"
"You said you could, um, give me bigger genitals?" Trevor asked, rather shyly.
"Yes, Zula said, and in return you must enter the pentagram and service me, that one requires physical contact, all permanent sexual enhancements do."
"What could I get just for cum?" Trevor asked.
"Gold, potions, spells, and other smaller things, Zula said. For youth & long life it requires your soul, and other regular, um, offerings. If you want you can request that I become your patroness, and if I accept then I will train you in the dark arts. You get more power that way, and other benefits." And I get more sacrifices, she didn't add.
Trevor looked down at his throbbing penis. He wasn't small, not really, his cock was about four+ inches long hard, and so far as he knew his balls were pretty normal. But it would be kind of neat to be larger. He looked up at the demoness, and the sight of all those fantastic tits helped him make up his mind. He wanted her, so the bigger genitals would just be extra as far as he was concerned. He'd have fucked her for nothing!
"OK, Trevor said, in exchange for a bigger, um, dick and balls, I'll give you what you want. But you have to promise not to hurt me or anything."
"But of course, Zula said, I will swear in the name of my patroness not to harm you in any way, that's pretty standard. I mean, how else could we get mortals do to business with us?" Hook, line, and sinker, she thought in glee, this was an easy one.
This is probably a big mistake, but screw it, Trevor thought. "OK, let's do it."
"Very well mortal, Zula said, In exchange for a larger penis and testicles; which includes increased sexual capability by the way, you will enter the pentagram and provide me with your sexual services. While you are in the pentagram I swear in the name of Mistress Viviax that I will in no way harm you physically, mentally, or spiritually, and that you may leave the pentagram anytime you choose with your body and soul intact once you have fulfilled your part of the bargain. If I break my oath my Mistress's wrath will be quick and terrible." It would be too, demonkind were very big on keeping oaths. "But be warned, I am a demanding partner. Now enter the pentagram and let us conclude our bargain." This, thought Zula, was turning out to be a good night, and boy was she going to have some fun.
Trevor started hesitantly towards the pentagram; he was scared to death, but also very excited. He kept staring at the demoness's bestial body, and gave a small moan when she shifted her stance and he got a better view of her sex. Ohhh, she was so beautiful! He paused at the edge, licking his lips nervously, then with a gulp stepped over the boundary. The first thing he noticed was it was much warmer, and her strong animal musk washed over him. Then she 'smiled' at him, and he tentatively smiled back.
Zula smiled at the young mortal male, now that he was inside the pentagram he had no choice but to provide what she wanted, there was no changing his mind at that point. Oh, she couldn't hurt him or anything; in fact didn't want to, but he had to fulfill the bargain, a deal was a deal. If she had to 'rape' him, well, that would be fun. But they usually enjoyed it, she knew she did. Even if they found her repulsive she knew how to milk a male mortal dry and make him scream in ecstasy. She flared her nostrils and took a better smell of her soon to be 'partner', and boy was he aroused, the scent of his own lust incredibly strong, for a mortal anyway. Wow, she realized, he really does want me. He was fairly common looking, a little short, a little pudgy, not that well endowed, and overall, well, unassuming and plain. She felt a stir of sympathy, she knew how that felt. Like her he was obviously a misfit.
Trevor just stood there; trembling, now that he was in the pentagram he didn't know what to do! How does one have sex with a demoness? Well, der, but he didn't even know how to have sex with a woman! It's not that he didn't know HOW it was done, it was just that he didn't have ANY experience! He was scared she'd end up laughing at him, and tell him to get lost and stop wasting her time. He felt tears start sliding down his cheeks, here he was with the most beautiful female he'd ever seen, and he didn't know that to DO! It wasn't fair!
Zula finally got tired of just standing there, what was he waiting for? She could smell; and certainly see, his lust. Finally she moved closer to him; and to her surprise realized he was crying? Was he that scared of her? But no, she sensed it was something else. He's scared because he's shy, she realized, he really does want to mate with me, he just doesn't know how to. That was a nice change; she thought it was kind of sweet in a weird way. Well, looked like it was up to her to get things moving.
Zula moved even closer to the man, boy really, and reaching out took his hands and put them on her upper pair of breasts. Then she reached up and took his glasses off, and ran her long forked tongue slowly over his face. He moaned and kneaded her breasts, trying to catch her tongue with his own, so she ran her tongue into his mouth and he sucked at it and licked it with his own, pressing his lips against her large black rubbery ones. Well, she thought, he's certainly enthusiastic, and he tasted good, almost pure. He wasn't a virgin, but pretty damn close.
Trevor couldn't believe he was crying, and tried to keep from starting to sob. Then she moved closer to him, and gently took his hands and put them on her breasts, her large full firm incredible breasts, he was touching breasts! With a strangled sob he started to fondle those firm globes of flesh, surprised at how hard her nipples were. When she 'kissed' him he eagerly 'kissed' her back, opening his mouth so her tongue could slide down his throat, the feel slick and hot, wonderful. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and moaned again, his penis throbbing and bobbing from his incredibly intense arousal.
Zula let the obviously inexperienced mortal fondle her for awhile longer, moving one of his hands to her lower breasts, and even if he wasn't practiced his enthusiasm made up for it as he grasped and squeezed her breasts making her squeal in pleasure a few times, and his saliva was sweet and tingled on her tongue and she enjoyed their long; increasingly passionate, 'kiss' very much. Her own lust was growing, fueled by his male musk, so she pulled away and he gave a moan of disappointment as her tongue slid from his mouth. She smiled, and slowly crouched down in front of him, and ran her tongue over his cock, then curled around it, the spilt tip caressing the head of his rampant penis, and with a grunt he came in her face, startling her.
Trevor kissed the demoness back eagerly, her musk and taste overwhelming, her breasts firm and smooth, their feel in his hands everything he'd ever imagined and more. When she pulled away from him he wanted more; moaning his need, but then she crouched down and touched him...there! He gasped as he watched, and felt, her tongue slide over his cock, then wrap around it , her slick hot tongue caressing his cock and to his horror he gave a deep guttural grunt as he came, his cum spurting onto her snout and face. Oh my God! He thought, NO!
"I, I'm sorry! Trevor sobbed, it just felt so, so good!"
Zula was sorry too, but not really disappointed. "That's OK, she said, it happens. Besides, I appreciate the treat." She added as she ran her tongue over her snout and licked off the thick, sweet, gooey cum. "Mmmm, your cum is delicious!" She also figured; as sex starved as this poor kid was, he was probably good for another two times or more, it was amazing how much cum she could get out of a male mortal if she worked at it.
Despite having just cum Trevor's cock was still rock hard and rampant, and the sight of her licking his cum off her snout was a real turn on, and he gasped when she licked the rest of it off his cock and balls. Then she stood up, and said,
"Well, Zula said, we'd better forgo the oral fun for awhile, don't want another 'accident', do we? Now, how do you want to mount me, from the front, or behind?"
"Um, er, Trevor stammered, how do you want me to, um, mount you?"
"How nice, a real gentleman", Zula said, and turning around she dropped to all fours, and lifting her tail presented herself to him. She looked at him over her shoulder, and said in a deep husky voice, "I'm ready for you."
Trevor stared at the demoness's hindquarters in a daze, he still couldn't quite believe this was really happening. It was like one of his fantasies, only so much better! He stared at the dark red frilly lips of her sex, and he could swear they were pursing like a mouth! Opening and closing, smacking eagerly! He walked up to her and ran his hands over her furry rump, her strange furry reptilian tail that had scales too. So soft, so smooth, so beautiful! Then he crouched down, he wanted a closer look at her sex. Her protruding labial lips were wet and slick looking, and as he watched a bead of glistening pearly fluid formed on one of her clitorises, she had two he realized, one at the top, and one at the bottom, of her vagina. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought, as he leaned forward and licked the drop of fluid from her clit, then pressed his lips against her nether lips, and they kissed him back! Oh GOD!
Zula gave a surprised grunt of pleasure as she felt the male lick, then start to 'eat' her pussy. How nice! Not all of them did that, and she was surprised he was, normally the shy ones were too scarred; or grossed out. And he was doing a good job too, he had natural talent! She kissed back with her nether lips, and opened her sex so his tongue could slip inside of her. Yes, very nice, very nice indeed! Not bad at all for a beginner.
"Uggghhh, Zula squealed, that's nice, don't stop!"
Trevor ran his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, driven by a kind of feral lust he'd never known before. If someone had told him just a few minutes ago he would ever do something like tongue fuck a woman; or at least a female, he would have been appalled. But her soft velvety sex felt wonderful against his lips and tongue, and gently tried to suck his tongue in deeper, her fluids tart and sweet at the same time. He kept his lips and tongue busy for quite some time, his partner grunting and squealing in obvious pleasure. But finally he couldn't stand it, the aching need in his cock was becoming almost painful and unbearable, so he reared up, positioned himself, and mounted the squealing demoness.
"Ohhhhh, he gasped, uggghhh, ohhhhhh!!!" as he slid into her hot eager sex.
He thrust as hard as he could and felt her lips around the base of his cock for a second before he thrust again, and again, hilting every time. Her ability to control her vaginal muscles allowed Zula to clench her pussy so it was nice and tight, the grunting straining mortal having to work a little to penetrate, which made it much nicer, for both of them. As Trevor felt his climax approaching he lay across her furry back, sobbing and mewling; his face buried in her fur, as he felt more pleasure then he'd ever thought possible, drooling and trying to say something, but only grunting as he thrust and thrust into her hot slick embrace. Finally as his orgasm erupted like an explosion in his loins, and as his balls strained as they pumped cum through his throbbing cock, he screamed,
"UUaaaaGGHHHHH, OH, I LOVE YOU! AH, AH, AHHHHHHH!"
Zula was quite pleased with the mortals efforts, keeping herself nice and tight for him as he serviced her. He was an amateur for sure, but his sheer determination and the intensity of his need made it very nice, and she grunted and squealed as he fucked her with steady powerful thrusts. "GUCCKKK!" she snorted, not bad for a kid! To her pleased surprise she actually orgasmed as he climaxed; he'd taken her hard and fast and she liked that for the first coupling. He, she thought, definitely has potential. And her ears pricked up in surprise when she heard him tell her he loved her! THAT didn't happen very often, in fact, she couldn't remember the last time it had. But she just attributed it to his being so unused to sexual pleasure, having no idea how serious he really was. She didn't realize she was the epitome of lust and desire for the poor lonely young man, and that she was fulfilling his fantasies in a way he'd never thought possible. His love was quite real.
With a moan Trevor slipped back and squatted on top of his legs, his head thrown back as he gasped for breath. Oh God, he'd never realized what he'd been missing, that time with the maid's friend was nothing like this. And he felt; well, proud of himself; and exhilarated. He'd just had sex, with a female, he was a man now! Suddenly he realized the demoness was squatting down in front of him, and putting her hands on his shoulders she pushed him over on his back. Then she straddled him, and leaning over gave him a long 'kiss', and he found her dangling breasts with his hands, eagerly fondling and rubbing her nipples.
Zula gave a grunt as he pulled out of her, and standing up she turned to face him. He had his head thrown back with a huge smile on his face, and she gave a soft squeal of amusement. Yes, it HAD been nice. She squatted down, and pushing him over on his back she moved over him, and pressing her snout against his face she 'kissed' him while his hands roughly kneaded her tits and tweaked her nipples. She licked his face, and said,
"Not bad, not bad at all man, but we're just getting started, you and I. This will be a night you'll never forget. And I'm going ahead and granting your demand, usually I wait until afterwards, but it will make things more...enjoyable for both of us."
Zula lowered herself onto the mortal's still hard cock, and with a grunt of pleasure began to rock back and forth. She smiled as she could already feel the magic taking effect. Yes, this would definitely make it much more enjoyable, she thought as she felt the cock inside of her start to grow.
Trevor didn't know what she meant at first, frankly he'd forgotten about their 'bargain', he'd already gotten what he wanted, and was getting it again. He licked his lips and moaned as she lowered herself onto his still needy penis, but as soon as she started riding him he realized what she'd meant as he felt himself start to get an erection even though his cock was already rock hard, and he could feel his cock swelling; lengthening and thickening, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as she gave squeals of delight. Oh, he thought, oh, I really AM getting bigger, and it feels soooo gooooood! Reaching up he grabbed her waist, her numerous tits jiggling in his face, and he arched under her, thrusting up as she ground down, gasping and grunting from the effort and the pleasure, and her grunts and squeals were as loud as his.
"Uggghh!" Zula grunted, he was getting nice and big, time to 'adjust' a little, so she loosened her pussy lips and muscles, just a little though. She loved the feel of forcing herself down on his slick hard shaft until he hilted, only to lift up before slamming back down again. And he worked with her, rising to meet her as she ground down, and was doing it very nicely. "Ugghhh, squweee!"
Trevor pressed his head against her warm hairy chest, moving his mouth from one nipple to another, her lower tits nipples rubbing against his stomach. With every thrust he seemed to penetrating her deeper and deeper, and felt his cock press against a soft muscular barrier, then suddenly plunge through and she gave a loud squeal of pleasure.
"Uggggh!" squealed Zula, he just pushed through my cervix! And, oh, that feels good! She liked nice deep penetrations, the deeper the better. Being what she was she could handle a much larger cock, but he was doing just fine and she had no complaints. She grunted as he thrust up into her as hard as he could, no, no complaints at all! She pulled his head against her breasts, and squealed as he gently bit one of her nipples. Oww, how nice! She brought him to the brink of release a few times until he was slobbering and mewling, then allowed him to cum and had another extremely pleasurable orgasm of her own.
Finally the strange, but wonderful, feeling of getting an erection while he already had one, faded as Trevor kept doing his best to rise and meet her, but she was in control and just when he was a stroke or two away from cumming she would slow down, or alter her rhythm, denying him release. And each time the pleasure was even more intense as it would start to build again until he was trying to beg her for release, but could only grunt and drool in a daze of sexual euphoria. And when she let him cum he screamed into her breasts, clawing at the fur on her back as his cock throbbed and spurted, and came, and came.
With a pleased grunt Zula stood up and stretched, she could feel their sexual juices dripping down her furry thighs. Kid was like a fountain! She smiled as she looked down at his cock and balls; still rampant, a definite improvement, she felt sure he'd like it. She squatted, and lifting his now much larger balls cupped and fondled them, and said,
"Well, what do you think mortal? Was it worth it?"
Trevor rose up on his elbows and stared down at himself. Holy crap, he thought, I'm huge! His cock jutted up, thick and rigid, a good seven inches long, and he moaned as she caressed and gently squeezed his balls, now almost three times larger than they'd been.
"I, I, oh, my!" Trevor stammered.
"I'm glad you approve, Zula said, and then she lowered herself back onto his impressive new cock. "Let's make sure everything works right, shall we?" His only answer was a sob of pleasure.
A couple of hours; and four more orgasms each, even Zula was feeling pretty well satisfied. The mortal had really had to work for the last couple, and she gave him an 'A' for effort, and an 'A+' for determination and enthusiasm. The last time she had let him do most of the work while she lay on her back; not her favorite position due to her wings; which she had to lie partially flat on the floor, making very sure not to touch the edge of the pentagram. She'd brushed the edge of a pentagram once, and it had hurt, like, well, Hell. It was not something she wished to repeat. When the mortal, gasping and sobbing in pleasure, finally came for the last time she thought he'd actually passed out for a minute as he collapsed over her, but realize instead he was holding her in a tight embrace, kissing and licking her nipples. She rubbed his back, very much satisfied, he'd certainly kept his end of the bargain. Suddenly she realized something, and surprising herself, said,
"Mortal, you need to leave the pentagram soon, dawn approaches. If you're still inside when it does you'll go Hell with me when I return." As soon as she'd said that she cursed herself, what was wrong with her!?! She'd HAD him! And she'd already let him off the hook once. Since he hadn't specified how big he'd wanted his cock and balls to become; or told her what species, and had left it up to her she could have perfectly 'legally' given him bowling ball sized balls and a three foot cock or a horses genitals, or even turned him INTO a giant penis and balls. But he'd been so enthusiastic, and had been doing such a good job of fucking her, she'd been merciful. But now, she'd let him go again! While she was chastising herself she suddenly realized he'd said something, his voice muffled by the nipple in his mouth. "What did you say?" Zula asked.
Trevor lifted his face from her incredible tits, and said, "I said, I want to go with you, I love you, please take me with you to Hell."
"But, I, you, Zula stuttered, shocked. Mortal, you don't know what you're asking! Hell is NOT a nice place for a soul, OR a living mortal, ESPECIALLY a living mortal!"
"But, but I love you! Trevor said, I don't have any reason to stay here, my life is miserable! I don't have any friends, my family doesn't even know I'm alive, in fact I'm a pain in the ass to them. I hate it here! But you, you're so beautiful, and we, we, I, I love you!" And he grabbed her in a tighter embrace.
By Dis, thought Zula, as she returned his hug. He was hers, for the taking, a volunteer no less. She had never encountered a situation like this before, never. Most of the time they had to be dragged down kicking and screaming, and half the time a Seeker had to be sent to 'repo' their souls. So this was, well, disconcerting. And as he hugged her she realized he really did love her, and except for her family no one had ever told her that before. She felt the stirrings of an emotion she rarely experienced, genuine affection, for a mortal no less. But, but my duty, she thought, her thoughts churning, he'll make a first rate sex slave! But, damn it, he loves me! I can't, I just can't! I'd be taking advantage of his trust, and he's one messed up kid. Oh, what a HELL of a mess!
She took his head in her hands and licked his face, "Look mortal, I really appreciate the way you feel, you're sweet to say you love me, but if you knew me better you'd realize how crazy that is, after all I AM a demoness you know. Damn it, I damn mortals to an eternity of torment and/or sexual slavery every time I get the chance. Kid, I'm over 600 years old! Now get OUT of the pentagram before I change my mind!"
"But, but..." Trevor said.
"DAMN IT MORTAL, HEED ME, NOW GET OUT!!" Zula hissed, her eyes glowing.
Trevor reluctantly left the pentagram as told, and turned around to look at the demoness.
"Please don't leave me." he asked softly.
"It's for your own best interest mortal, Zula replied. But that doesn't mean we can't still be...well, friends. There are many more things I can give you in exchange for more sex magic, or fresh cum. Here, Zula said, and a small crystal vial appeared on the floor next to her. This collection bottle will keep cum fresh indefinitely, so if you want to fill it do so."
"But I'd rather have sex with you again." Trevor said.
"As would I, Zula said, but I can use some bottled cum as well. And the more you can provide, the more you get in return. And also consider this; as I said, if you desire I will accept you as an acolyte, a student of a sort. You will summon me on a regular basis and I will train you in the dark arts. Think about that. Summon me again on the same night next month with your decision, but for now I must go."
As the pentagram closed Zula waved back at the small lonely man when he waved at her, and damn it, he was crying again! Damn him for making her...care!
Trevor still didn't quite believe what had just happened, and hefted his nice new balls to remind himself that indeed it HAD happened. He'd just had full blown bestial sex with a beast, or rather, a demoness, so what was the difference. But it hadn't just been sex, at least not for him; he'd made love to her. She was everything he'd ever wanted, had fantasized about during the long lonely nights. He knew to most people she'd be a horror, an abomination, but he didn't care. Fuck them. He loved her, with all his heart. With a happy; but at the same time sad, sigh he gathered up the black mass candles, rolled the rug over the pentagram, and repositioned all the furniture. No one would notice a thing. As he climbed the basement stairs he could feel the weight of his nice new balls and flaccid cock swinging and rubbing against his thighs. It felt good, and he was looking forward to next month. He'd think about what she'd told him, and realized she really had given him a break. But he was still pretty sure what his decision would be, if she wouldn't let him go with her then he'd accept her offer of becoming her acolyte. It beat going to college! And he'd have fun filling the cum collection bottle in the meantime!
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