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There’s a lot of things wrong with camping; the wildlife, the campfires, the tent-making, the wildlife and the goddamn urban legends that lurk in the dark. Like, you’d expect nature to fuck off with the whole “I look inviting to any curious eye but in actuality I’m very dangerous to travel in” shtick that you see in horror movies.

But no, Lonny had to deal with some bullshit in the form of a demon. A fucking demon!

His friends-who were all probably dead by now-begged him to tag along since they always whined about him not sticking around ‘like the old days’ anymore and him being distant was worrying to them, and his dumbass agreed on the off-chance that this one time would teach them not to drag him anywhere else.

How were they supposed to know that trying to make a campfire without a flint and sticks would awaken a demon that haunts campers that don’t follow tradition? Lonny just wanted to be on his phone the whole time until he hit a dead zone!

But, he couldn’t have that pleasure for a minute, and now he was running through the woodlands panting like a mad man from the noises of something monstrous chasing him. He had taken off from the campsite once he heard his friends’ screams, and he was doomed to hear the sounds of what had gotten to them hounding after him. Lonny only saw a glimpse of what was actually chasing him from the moonlight, and he regretted it immediately because it was a blood red-skinned demon covered in horns, spikes and claws meant to maim prey like a motor saw to wood.

The red-furred llama didn’t want to slow down to try and find a place to hide out here and catch his breath, because with how close he was to being caught twice from running alone meant that going for such a tactic would lead to a swift death for being a slippery prey. Though it was hard to think of what could happen, as Lonny ended up tripping on an uprooted portion of earth and went face-first into the dirt…

That lined the outside of the campsite he recently ditched for safety.

The damn thing forced him to run into a circle, and he stared in horror at the mangled tents that his friends used to occupy before they were snatched, never to be seen again. He would have been frozen right there pretending to be dead, but the sound of the approaching creature startled him enough to yell a little and he cursed as playing possum would be moot now. Lonny saw his tent up ahead, noting that it had been left alone on account of him making a run for it as opposed to being kidnapped, and made a quick scoot for it.

He barely got to the tent flap before he heard the demon land in the campsite, snarling at Lonny with their soulless black eyes and murderous hands ready to tear him to pieces. He backed into his tent, feeling like shitting himself wouldn’t save him from being straight up mauled like cattle. Oh this was not how he wanted to go out; he wanted to pass from this world old as dirt and freshly milked like a cow from his dick before he was shuffling up to heaven like an evil-looking snake who rescued eggs from predators.

Lonny knew this was the end, and cursed as he hit the back of his tent so quickly. The demon tailed after him, their big frame blocking any chance of slipping past as they snarled at Lonny. He hoped it’d be painless, for suffering wasn’t his style, but he might not be getting that with those claws trained at his midriff all of a sudden. The damn thing was gonna tear his guts out, how primitive of th-

Wait, they just tore his pants off.

No really, the demon ripped his pants to tatters that miraculously didn’t break past his fur and cut into his flesh, leaving his flimsy briefs to be torn open like someone putting a bomb in a shirt. Confusion wrapped around his adrenaline-rushed mind as he stared at his half-naked body then to the demon, only to be met with an intense glare that screamed ‘you say a word and you die without a chance to say sorry’.

Not like he was gonna talk about what was happening, in case he said something that offended them.

The demon seemed to also be a mind reader, for they looked away once he came to the conclusion of remaining mute, and then they went to eyeing his dick. Lonny was pretty sure that they were thinking of biting his shaft off with those fangs jutting up from that underbite, but cue yet another surprise when their mouth opened and they licked his cock.

The sudden jolt of pleasure made his mind crash in processes, prompting him to just lay there flabbergasted until gasping from another brush of that tongue from the creature. He didn’t know why the hell they went from looking ready to kill by first contact to wanting to tenderly attend to his meat, but so long as it wasn’t death…

Lonny shuddered as he felt himself get hard by the fifth lick, his cock standing at attention like someone raising a flag pole off the ground. And that was semi-literal, since the llama was packing the kind of heat that would leave a chick squirming…

Wait, was this a chick demon?

Further investigation showed that the demon was unfortunately carrying a dangling set of balls and a cock, so Lonny tried to use that as a means to make himself go soft. Nope, he wasn’t into guys-the whole “fucking someone’s butt” idea wasn’t a good mood when pussy was so much better. Damn demon didn’t even try to have tits at least.

...He’s not going flaccid for some reason.

Every time he felt the blood drain from his cock, it came rushing back with every drippy slurp to his cock and he began to pant for the stimulus was getting to him. Was demon saliva...a drug that made someone horny? Because if so, then that’s fucking cheating.

“L-listen...demon thing…” Funnily enough, they stopped licking Lonny like his dick was a popsicle at his request, which threw him off for a bit until he recollected himself. “I’m not gay, so unless you can like...turn into a girl or something, then I can’t do whatever it is you’re doing.”

They seemed to sit there for a minute, just thinking from the way their pupiless eyes just gazed at Lonny. Then, they opened their jaw up to its widest and Lonny flinched as he assumed they were about to chomp some flesh off his hide.

...Only to see they were just holding their mouth open.

“W-wait...are you…?” No, this can’t be right. Demons don’t try to make themselves into fuck buddies that like getting fucked in the face-or anything, as far as Lonny was concerned-but here they were posed for a spit roast absent of the third party member. They really do read minds then…. “Ugh, fine.”

The llama gave up. It’s not like his friends were around to accuse him of being gay now, since they’ve always been a band of folks to suggest that Lonny secretly played with toys in his room or went out to get laid with a sugar daddy or some other excuse they badger him with to try and get a slip of the tongue out of him.

He got back on his feet, making sure his nose wasn’t broken from the earlier fall before he got his dick snatched in by that mouth of theirs. Man, he couldn’t even choose the pace he wanted either? Either this demon was horny or just plain ole controlling. Either way, it took Lonny getting a breather-for the tongue job had left him heated in the midst of his recovery of the adrenaline leaving his body still-to notice that the beast had horns to hold onto. And you can bet he was getting a solid grip on them to regain the moment in his favor.

Though Lonny was nearly thrown for a loop when it looked like the demon was hoping for him to take control, as they stopped aggressively gagging themselves on his dick and let him thrust on his own. Which was good enough for him, since he wasn’t keen on prolonging this.

The llama huffed as he put all he had into cramming his cock into some demon’s oral cavity, making sure his balls slapped into their chin as hard as he could muster without causing actual damage to himself. He had to make them know that he wasn’t into being gay the hard way. Who knows, maybe with time they could come back as a proper woman demon and actually be an appealing fu-

The demon suddenly swallowed hard on Lonny’s cock, the pleasure damn near painful with how intense things got. A combination of heat and tight, fleshy space was like a double whammy destined to make anyone inexperienced cum. And Lonny was no exception, despite him not being a virgin by any means.

He nutted with a wispy gasp, feeling his balls churn up another load in the expunged one’s stead while the demon gulped down each rope of cream that splattered around in its moist confines. Lonny didn’t even know he stopped cumming until he felt the demon’s hands cup his ass and force him to start moving again.

The hypersensitivity lingering on his cock head had Lonny whimpering behind gritted teeth, feeling his meat stand at attention against his will and get trapped in a fleshy hold that massaged the shaft from the entirety of its length to his balls.

Though it was like clockwork that the red demon continued busting out surprises, for Lonny felt a slimy pair of digits pop into his ass and make him hum in a high-pitched tone of pain like he were caught in a bear trap. The invasive fingers seemed to know what they were doing, not wasting a moment to scissor around to make room before Lonny felt a jumpstart of pleasure bring his cock to an all-time hard and his balls on overdrive.

Huh, so that’s what a prostate does.

The llama was hoping he didn’t break his teeth clenching down so hard, his grip on the demon’s head getting more and more slack as he was brought to another orgasm. The spunk he blasted out of his cock like wildfire felt stronger than the last load despite being in the same place to let loose, though it also left him even more winded once it came to a stop a minute later. Man, he’s never nutted that much...ever...and not even a drop to mark just how overbearing it could have been for the demon as they gulped every drop down.

And of course, they pulled out of Lonny’s butt to show off theirs.

“I s-said...no…” Just because Lonny may or may not have lost his cherry to a demon’s hand didn’t mean he was suddenly all for screwing around with dudes. He stood by his love for pussy like some hyena stood for their love for booze. But of course, his objection was met with defiance in the form of the demon rearing their legs up like a horse getting ready to kick an agitating tourist and wrapped them around Lonny’s waist to pull him inside of that ass.

And it was tight.

In spite of the surplus of lubricant around his dick, Lonny had trouble being forced inside of the demon’s butt, feeling like he was in a flesh vice trying to choke his cock out like someone into choking. He didn’t last long inside this new, warmer space and came on the spot, surprising filling the whole thing out with seed despite having cum twice in succession already. Maybe he was on something, or this was a...dream…

In that case, fuck inhibitions! He can just choose not to follow this dream! It was crazy enough in theory as is!

Coming to terms with this moment with no end, Lonny actually grabbed the demon’s hips and started fucking them with abandon, leaving their legs to slowly get scooted off of his hips and bracing against the ground below to better handle the invigorated onslaught of humping from the llama. This 180 was fine in the demon’s book, for their tongue was hanging out like a dog.

The slimy sounds of Lonny’s dick pounding that ass filled the area quickly, the groaning of his effort to not cum again while still enjoying the bliss such taut muscles offered an intruder like him just as vocal if not less so with how fast he was going. He’s never plowed a chick like this, but hey this was good dream practice for the real deal. When he wakes up, he might hit up one of his uni hookups and give her something to stress about.

Not getting pregnant.

Those dark cheeks were red by the time the llama came to another orgasm, Lonny humming his delight like a pleased llama would as he unloaded his balls one more time. And yet, as he got into his afterglow, he was not done. His dick was still as hard as a diamond and the demon wasn’t making any move to pull away from him.

Well, except to start jerking themselves off.

Seems they knew he’d keep going, but since this was a dream Lonny will just press on like they wanted until he woke up in his furnished tent or whatnot with his sleeping bag full of cum...yeah. Sometime soon, hopefully.

Because how do you get tired in your dreams?

Lonny yawned as he drove his hips from downright drilling into the demon to just casually thrusting into their ass. They didn’t seem to mind the llama calming down, however, so it was easier to just feel the wave of exhaustion hit while he stood there fucking…

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Lonny rose with a start, feeling heavy all over and his head throbbing up a storm. Felt like a surgeon dug into his brain with a scalpel and cut every lobe like ome diced lettuce and put it all together in hazardous pieces. His hips were killing him...but, he didn’t do anything that would make them hu-

He was startled into full batteries as he heard something growling within his sleeping bag.

Now that he looked down, he saw the demon from his dreams lurking within the shadows of his camping space, nestled up against Lonny’s midriff like a scared pup and rumbling like a sleeping dragon of fantasy. He didn’t dare try to wake them...because he had bigger things to worry about.

Like his sore dick. Gonna be hard to explain how he fucked a dude demon purely just to get his rocks off and not some shift in curiosity for relations with the same se-

The demon shot after him as he was leaving the sleeping back, locking his legs up and bringing him back down on the ground. He made to question why, but he was silenced by the sheer appearance of their face hovering over his own. Their tongue snaked out, looking like a thick serpent on its own with how long and thick it was, before slipping in the llama’s mouth and making him gag.

‘Thank you for the fun, mortal…~’ The voice in his head could only be from them, for Lonny was sure he didn’t go out and fuck his friends in a haste to shoot some loads. He didn’t know how to think back a response to that, so he focused on not trying to choke to death on a tongue. Though that didn’t last forever-thank god-and soon he was allowed to breathe again.

Until he saw the demon back up to nudge against his morning wood. Just in time to hear his friends wake up outside.

Fuck.