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[b][u][center]Imps Enamored

For Alakser

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

When Andy took employment with the UAC, he had expected that the weirdest thing to happen would be to take a job on Mars. After all, Earth was all that he’d ever known – and he still had a hard time calling it Terra rather than Earth – and he thought that the strangeness of a new planet would be more than enough to occupy him for the duration of his employment.

Then came the full disclosure of Argent energy and just what it was. Then came the information that demons were real. Then came the revelations, one after another, that the company had even less of their best interests at heart than even the most hopeful of them had thought. Andy had considered hopping one of the cargo shuttles back to Terra, but had managed to stick it out for nearly three months before [i]The Event.[/i]

During that time, Andy made little in the way of friends. Most of his coworkers were more concerned about what they could squirrel away from the company than what they could do with each other, and he regularly ended up being shuffled off somewhere else, well away from them, working on this minor system and that one. As a combination janitor and repairman, he became very familiar with all the different systems that linked the different departments of the facility together. After his three months with UAC, there wasn’t a door or tram that he hadn’t touched at least once.

Then, [i]The Event[/i] happened, and the world turned upside-down. He saw people that he had barely learned the faces of, let alone names, getting cut down by demons throughout the facility. Demons, real demons, ranging from the big, burly brutes to the rhino-like pink things that ran through the hallways, were seeking out anyone and anything that looked killable, soft enough to break down and then bring their bodies back for…things…that opened holes to Hell. Andy didn’t stick around. He ran.

He managed to get most of the way through the facility, most of the way to the shuttle bay, when his personal [i]Event[/i] began.

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Andy’s fingers danced along the locking keypad for the shuttle bay, shaking his head every time that he managed to put the code in wrong. Either his hands were shaking worse than he thought, or something had fried the circuits and changed the code. Whatever the reason, he was all too aware of his own vulnerability.

[i]Come on, come on…[/i]

He shivered, trying not to think of the blood that he’d seen in the other parts of the facility, or the other creatures that had come bursting through from the other side of existence. Hell had emptied, and all its demons were here. It was like watching a monster movie come to life, and he shuddered just thinking of what would happen if they managed to lay hands on him.

He’d been lucky. He knew the vents, knew the hiding places. Maybe some of the other janitors were hiding in the other departments. Maybe, maybe, he didn’t know, but he knew that he had to keep moving.

If he could get through this door, if he could reach a shuttle –

[b]Access Denied.[/b]

“Ugh!”

Andy almost punched the panel, stopping himself at the last second, his hand shaking just over his shoulder before he could bring it down. No, no, bad idea. If he broke it, there was no getting through, and with the shuttle-bay pointed outwards, there were no other ways in without hitting the surface of the planet. The outside was infested with those…those creatures, and the zombie-like things that his coworkers had become. No, no, he couldn’t afford to wreck his only way through.

He took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. If he could just…if he could just calm down, if he could make sure that nobody was going to kill him, if he could just feel safe for two seconds, he could do this. All he had to do –

Shwoomp.

Andy’s breath caught in his throat as he jerked around, his hair falling in black streaks over his forehead and eyes. He saw the glow of teleportation flickers around the corner, the sound repeating itself several times more.

[i]No…[/i]

Andy knew he had to run, but where? The only vent out was back the way he’d come. He’d run right in front of them if he went that way. He couldn’t get the door open, not in time, not the way that his hands were shaking. He stumbled backwards, falling on his ass as he stared at the corner.

Then…they came.

He’d seen numerous types of demons since the portals started opening, since the great [i]Event[/i] had begun, but this was his first time seeing them. Purple-skinned with ‘armor’ that looked somewhere between gold and amber, they walked forward with soft clicks, their bodies seeming almost more like insects than people with the way that they clicked and clicked as their joints moved. Their faces were twisted, mouths filled with fangs, as monstrous as one could imagine as they walked closer and closer.

However, they weren’t as terrifying as some of the others. For one, they were only his size, not massive, not thicker across or many feet taller. They didn’t loom that way, nor did they have the same bulging weapon-arms that he had seen in some of the other demons. Nor did they have that lumbering, squashing sort of gait that he had seen in some of the other monsters. They were the most people-like that he had seen, other than the zombies, and apart from the glow in their eyes, they seemed less…horrifically demonic, he supposed, than the others.

“Just one,” the one in front hissed. “Just one?”

And they could speak? That…that was different.

Andy shivered as they stopped barely a few paces away, feeling the hard steel of the shuttle bay door against his back. He couldn’t stop looking at the demons, unable to take his eyes off them. They were slender-limbed, he realized, almost elegant compared to the brutes that he had seen before. Their faces were condensed, almost trapped in the warrior-helm shapes that their scale-plates created around their heads. What had looked like armor seemed to be something forced down on them, plating like insects, or reptiles.

He found himself oddly fascinated, his eyes traveling down. What would have been covered by clothing in humans was unashamedly displayed by these creatures, leaving him seeing little nubs where human genitalia would have been. They weren’t quite soft, though, but rather…pulled in? But pulled in where?

It didn’t matter, particularly as he kept looking down, his eyes following flesh that seemed to almost expose muscle, barely hiding it behind a tenuously thin layer. The more that he stared, the more he realized that these creatures might have been insanely powerful, might have been demons, but they were also very, very fragile. Likely, it would only take a hit or two to break them down…

If he had the courage to do that…

Which he didn’t…

“Not enough for Nest,” the demon at the front said.

[i]Nest?[/i] Andy wondered. [i]Was that…what they did to…[/i]

He remembered them piling the bodies of many different people together, throwing limbs that had been pulled apart and little chunks of bone, flesh, and worse into piles, molding them into different shapes until they were something almost like a rounded egg that rose up towards the ceiling. From those places, he had seen the great portals open, one by one spilling demons out into the room.

[i]Just one…not enough for a Nest…[/i]

So what did that mean? What would they want from him? He looked down at the floor, at their legs, and at their feet.

They were…oddly soft there, he realized, their legs darkening into a hardened black shell around the tops of their feet, leaving just their purple toes exposed. He kept staring, realizing that they were even softer than he thought under that thick casing that they all had around their bodies, and that meant –

“Heh…you stare, human…”

The demon lifted its foot, bringing it forward and pressing it against his cheek. He was pinned, held tight from a surprising amount of force. The demon was even stronger than he thought, holding him against the steel wall and –

“Nnnngh…”

“Why you stare, human?”

“Nnngh…I…can you…”

“Hehehe, you listen…answer…”

The demon’s toes curled through his hair, squeezing and pulling at his forehead, dragging through the sweat-damp hair and leaving him all the more conscious of the demon’s weight pressing on his face. It was almost painful, reminding him that he could have his head popped underfoot without much effort.

At the same time, he knew that it would cost the demon. A push that hard would threaten the sheer softness of the rest of the body beneath the chitinous plates. It was a soft, weak thing, and he had confirmation. The demon’s sole…the foot…was soft, smooth, and almost gentle to the touch. Or at least, it would have been if it wasn’t grinding down on his face as much as it was.

“Answer, human. Why you stare?”

“Because…I didn’t expect…”

“Yeeeeees?”

The demon looked almost cocky, but Andy couldn’t help but stare back up, finding himself looking between purple, soft, smooth…wet toes. He found himself looking into those glowing eyes, and saw, past that smile, something…different. Something afraid. Something that was waiting, but sure that it was going to get hurt if it waited too long.

“Didn’t expect something like you.”

“Like us?”

“Gah. Need to keep going,” another demon said.

“Yeah. Need more for Nest.”

“No, need other room. Need what inside.”

“Wait.” The one in front held up his hand, silencing the other demons. Slowly, he pulled his foot down, looking Andy right in the eye with those glowing, terrifying eyes of his own. “What you mean?”

“You…you’re different…”

The others hissed angrily, again. Some looked down at him with anger, some whispered angry denials of ‘weakness’ about themselves, and others still looked ashamed. The last ones dropped their hands to their sides, and his eyes just about jumped out of their sockets as he saw them conjure flames from their fingers, great fires that looked ready to be thrown at him at any second.

Then, again, the one at the front stopped them, gesturing back and shaking his head. The purple-gold demon looked back at him.

“Different? What human mean?”

“You’re…soft. Like me. You could get hurt.”

“…”

“I don’t like…things getting hurt.”

“…Heh…Human different.”

“A little.”

“Prove it.”

“How –”

“Do something. Show care. Show you…mean.”

The demon struggled to find the words, obviously, but Andy was getting the picture. This leader was giving him a chance. Not much of one, admittedly, but a chance to start showing that he was different. He probably had been given this chance, to some degree, because he hadn’t fought back, because he hadn’t squirmed, because he’d looked at them different. No fighting back, no shooting, no hurting.

And talking and staring at them differently…

And not being around other humans.

He was alone. Maybe they were used to being alone, too. But he couldn’t do something with that the way to prove that he was different. He’d need something different, something that would get across that he wanted to make things better, that he wouldn’t hurt them.

Glancing down again, he had a small idea. He hesitated, then slowly reached for the demon’s leg. It hissed at him, creating a ball of fire, and he froze.

“What you doing?” it growled.

“I…it’s a thing…humans do,” he said. “Just…let me?”

“Hmmmph…”

“It will feel good.”

“Hurt soft spot, will hurt you.”

“I know.”

The demon didn’t take away the fire, but he did point it somewhere else. It was all that he was going to get, he was sure. Andy reached down, gently pulling the demon’s foot from the floor, holding it in front of his face again. Just like before, it was emanating heat from the sole, almost like it was a heat sink for the rest of the body, venting out all that built-up warmth that came from Hell right back down to the ground. He stroked the underside, feeling the flesh, and realized that it was genuinely soft. Not just smooth, but soft; too much pressure would damage it easily.

[i]Careful…careful…[/i]

That meant that it was probably also very sensitive, very easily bruised or stoned during the average day of walking around. He slowly pulled it over so that it was supported on his knee, and began the process of massaging the underside. The flesh was almost squishy-soft, giving under his thumbs, and he adjusted the pressure as soon as he realized just how much it gave beneath his fingers.

As he massaged around the demon’s heel, the demon instantly started gasping, growling under its breath. The other creatures started making their own fireballs, surging forward to defend him, but he waved them back with another growl.

“Not bad…is good!”

“What? No.”

“Feels good. Feels…soft.”

“Human make…good?”

“Impossible!”

“This human…good to imp,” the demon said. “This human…heh…this human [i]like[/i] imp?”

Andy blushed, particularly as the demon – the imp – pushed its foot forward, grinding the slippery, sweaty sole against his hand. The feeling was…rather erotic, he had to admit, particularly as it pushed his hands back closer to his face. He took a breath, the heavy, heady smell of sweat and something more following. Something very ‘seasoned’ compared to what he had always smelled before.

“Ah…”

He blushed, and the imp grinned. He pushed harder, that purple sole resting on his face. Andy huffed against it, his breath puffing out of his nose quickly, and the imp went from grinning to gasping slightly.

“Human likes. Human likes imp-feet.”

“Let us try!”

“We want!”

“Feel human!”

The imp leader pulled back, but only by half a step. Andy barely had the chance to lean to the side before he saw the fire burning again. This time, it did come for him. He threw his arms up, ready to scream in pain…

Only for the fire to burn through his clothes, instead. He gasped as he looked down, seeing nothing more than a closer shave than he had ever managed to accomplish with a razor. He stared at his hairless arms and legs, at his clean-shaven crotch, and realized just how fine-controlled the imp’s power had been.

Before he could ask what was going on, the imps rushed him, pushing him over. The leader stood over his head, his purple sole on display for a moment before coming down over Andy’s face, pinning him to the floor. The other imps followed, touching their feet to him, rubbing his smooth body with them. Some pressed their soles against his chest, others against his arms and legs. Some touched his belly, even, pressing down almost enough to leave him with bruises, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the odd pleasure that rose through him as they rubbed him with their feet.

He shivered. Andy had never been one to deny his own little foot fetish. Hell, he had always gone through life looking down rather than up, glancing at the ground and the occasional sandal and flip-flop rather than looking at what other men stared at. But this was something different. These were inhuman, softer and warmer than any sole that he had played with in the past. This was…

This was weird…but good…and they weren’t hurting him. If anything, they seemed happy, almost ecstatic for what they had discovered.

“Human feels warm.”

“Not bad-warm, though.”

“Soft, huffing.”

“Breath nice on feet.”

“Cool and gentle.”

“Human.” The imp leader shifted where he stood, moving his sole from Andy’s cheek to just over his nose and mouth, rubbing the slippery underside from chin to forehead. “You like? Show.”

How? How was he supposed to show anything when he was pinned like…

Oh.

It might not be what the imp was actually asking for, but the idea still came to him nonetheless. Blushing, Andy slowly extended his tongue and dragged it along the bottom of that long, purple sole. The feeling of that soft flesh giving under his tongue, the taste of the hot, perpetually refreshing sweat underneath, the warmth and musk of the well-seasoned flesh, left him shivering from head to toe. More than that, he could feel the muscle, the tight, hard-coiled muscle that ran through the foot. Powerful, but so vulnerable. No wonder there were those chitin plates all across the body. The imp would shatter without those to protect it.

But as he licked, the imp had a similar reaction to when he had massaged. There was a soft gasp, followed by a happy groan. He looked past the sole, using his one uncovered eye to see –

[i]Oh.[/i]

The little nub of purple at the imp’s crotch was slowly pushing out, growing free as it got stiffer and stiffer like a typical human member. He blushed as he realized that he had caused that, that the imp was getting an erection because of him.

It was weird to see grow, though, as it pushed out gradually, almost like it was pulling at the purple flesh around the base to form itself. Bit by bit, it pushed forward, the uncut head slowly peeling back to show the flesh beneath. Just like the rest, it was purple, with a hint of red around the head.

As it grew from arousal, the other imps started to do the same thing. They jostled with one another, some shoving at their friends to get closer, one of them shoving his foot down right on Andy’s face side the one in charge. Blocked from seeing anything, pinned to the floor, Andy did the only thing that he could.

He licked.

He sniffed.

He huffed.

He blew cold air and warm against the feet on his face, and he treated them with the gentleness that he hoped would prove that he was worth leaving alive. He moaned under them, and slowly felt his shaft starting to rise.

“Human like imp-feet. See? Human-cock rise.”

“Human-cock hard for imp-feet? Hehehe.”

“Human-cock is pervert-cock.”

“Heh, imp-cock pervert-cock, too, if like human tongue.”

“Shut up!”

They argued with one another like ever, but it was almost…charming, in its own way. They liked what he was doing, and that was all that mattered at that point.

However, something happened then that he didn’t expect. The leader imp pushed the others away, moving forward so that he was looming over Andy. His cock dropped right into view, too, impossible to miss, and impossible to take his eyes off. The imp looked him right in the eyes, hissing softly. It was a perfect reminder that no matter how much he had submitted, there was still that fear, that jumpiness, that willingness to go from this more amusing sort of demon to the deadly one again.

“One more thing, human.”

“O-okay,” he said, nodding.”

“One more, then we trust.”

“What is it?”

“Feed.”

“…Feed? Ulp!”

He was pulled up to a kneeling position, and the imp leader held him by the hair, pulling it back and making him look up. That purple cock rested right on his lips, pointing forward with obvious intent.

“Feed.”

The hissing voice was more than enough to tell him that this was happening whether he wanted it to or not. And…on some level, maybe he did. He hadn’t exactly objected to the things that had happened to him so far. The imps were…not nicer, but they noticed him more than his coworkers had.

It wasn’t that bad.

He opened his mouth slowly, and the imp pushed forward. The minute the head touched his lips, he got a different musky flavor, something that came from something sensual. He had tasted himself enough during clean-up times that he knew what the flavor was like, but it was hotter, a little bit of spice mixed with some of the dripping and manhood taste, and it wasn’t something that turned him off.

Particularly not when the other demons kept touching him, rubbing him, feeling him. He tried to give back, licking as the head slid into his mouth –

“HSSS!”

The imp hissed, and the others almost attacked again. He waved them off as he grabbed Andy by the hair, pulling him down.

“Nnngh…good…so good!”

“He not fight?”

“No! He lick!”

“Feel that good?”

“Even better!”

At least it was a good thing and not a bad one. All the different places that wasn’t covered in chitin must have been sensitive as hell for these poor demons. How did they survive in Hell?

Maybe they didn’t. Maybe that was why they were so eager to come to the world above, and wreak havoc, hoping for a place that would be safer for them.

Andy didn’t have time to really get into the whole what-if before the imp started slamming forward, thrusting into his neck with so much force and speed that he ended up gagging right around the head. The imp didn’t stop, either, pulling back barely a few inches before doing the same thing again, and again. Each thrust bashed past his gag reflex without the slightest bit of gentleness, without giving him the chance to catch his breath or get used to the size. His throat was nothing but a fleshlight for the imp.

In, out, in, out, each thrust bringing him right down to those crotch-scales. He was grateful that most of them were out of the way of his nose and mouth, keeping him from getting bruised from the rough, surprising face-fuck, leaving him able to focus on the rough, stretching feeling in the back of his throat.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling it going down deeper, going further. It pushed him hard, made it more difficult for him to think, and he groaned as he felt that sheer…that sheer thickness opening his throat up. He could already feel that he was going to have a sore throat later, feel that it was going to be stiff and aching in there, but…

Did it matter?

Did it really?

He took it, his hands at his side, even as the imps kept chattering to one another in astonishment that he wasn’t fighting back, that he wasn’t trying to get free. Andy didn’t know why he didn’t try. Maybe he was afraid? Maybe he was enjoying it on some level? Maybe he couldn’t shake that sympathy he felt when he saw the fear in the imp’s eye the first time that it stepped on his face.

Whatever it was, he knelt there, taking it, and slowly but surely, his own cock started rising up, throbbing slightly for them. He shivered as he felt the burn in his cheeks come back in embarrassment, knowing that he was getting more and more turned on from being used by the imps, and not at all able to bring himself back from the edge of enjoying it more than he should.

[i]Nnngh…mmmph…[/i]

In, out, in, out, that thick cock finally pushing all the way in. The soft remnants of the purple flesh that hadn’t been absorbed to create that cock mashed against his lips, and he felt the whole thing spasming in his throat. He groaned, trying and failing to hold his breath, feeling his head going funny. His vision went black at the edges, and he felt like he was going to…going to…

Spasm.

Squirt.

Spasm.

Squirt.

Pull.

The imp yanked back, and he tumbled down, falling down to the metal floor. As he panted for breath, the imp leader grinned, shaking his head.

“Human give. Human does like.”

“Wow…”

“Human is imp-bitch?”

“No, human imp-lover.”

“Precious…”

“Protect.”

Shwoomp.

Another teleportation thump. Every imp turned at once, all of them narrowing their eyes at the thing that came around the corner. Not a pink thing this time, but nothing good. A giant, floating demon that flickered in vision came around the corner, and Andy whimpered.

He was dead. He was going to –

“Protect!”

The imps rushed forward en-masse, loosing fireballs from their fists so fast that the ethereal demon didn’t have a chance to respond before it was set aflame. It flailed one arm out, almost catching some of the imps before they swarmed over it, smothering it in attacks by claw and fire. In seconds, it was gone, ripped to shreds by the imps.

They had protected him. They…they’d turned on other demons to keep him alive.

Andy slowly pulled himself upright, holding his throat as he gagged around the soreness that had been left behind. He could hardly believe what he’d just seen, but no. It was real. The guts and flesh all over the ground confirmed that.

The imps returned to him. The leader poked him.

“Human okay?”

“I’m…I’m alright.”

“Got way in?”

“In…there?” he asked, gesturing at the shuttle bay. The imp nodded. “Why?”

“Way out. Away from here. Safe for imp. And imp-lover.”

In other words, they would keep him safe. They would go with him, if he took them out of here.

It was…possible, though just barely. Everything happened here so fast that he didn’t know if it would be known about on Terra just yet. The people down there would probably be more concerned about the lack of energy coming in than anyone coming through on a scheduled shuttle home. And…and he would have time, time to think about how he was going to tell a story when he got back, what he’d let people know…

And what he would do with the imps. Because after they protected him, he couldn’t just leave them here.

“I have a way.”

“Open. We follow.”

“And…after?”

“Keep following.”

That was good enough for him. He groaned, blushing as he could still taste the seed in the back of his throat, feel the way that it tingled with an otherworldly heat on the way down his throat. He was surprised how much he liked that.

This time, he didn’t shake as he entered the code into the keypad, and he got it right the first try. Two imps jumped into the shuttle bay, while the others walked through it with him. There were no defenses, no other demons waiting. It seemed like the whole thing had been completely safe from the invasion…so far.

He pointed to one of the shuttles, and they moved as a group. Already, he felt almost like he was part of the group, like the imps saw him as one of them, or at least, safe to be around. It was a weird feeling, particularly when he felt their hands – so much firmer than their feet – brushing against him, touching him. They kept talking about how he was soft, so much softer than they were used to, and that felt strange, too, particularly considering how soft their shafts and their feet were.

But then again, he had no armor. No wonder they would consider him that much softer, in comparison.

They piled into the shuttle, and soon, there was almost no room left. Andy double-checked that the usual rations were stored there, ensured that there was enough for the long trip back to earth, then began the check-list of take-off procedures. It was a rough take-off, but eventually, they were airborne, shooting out of the shuttle bay and heading out to space.

[i]I’m helping demons escape a company facility,[/i] he thought. [i]And…I feel okay about that.[/i]

After all, they had saved him. And from the various prods and rubs from behind, they had more fun in mind for the rest of the trip.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Andy, a young man that took contract with the UAC, finds himself in a rather…interesting predicament.

Tags: M/M, Human, Imp, Doom, Doom 2016, Foot Fetish, Oral, Face-Fuck, Face-Fucking, Orgasm, Cum, Rough, Nudity, Escape,