Of Darkness and Demons

**** This is mine, don’t touch, and stuff... enjoy your porn.****

****By the way, you people are lucky, I’m unable to focus on my homework and despite having my day take a down note... or maybe because it did, I find my hormones running on that lovely inspirational level that is perfect for writing literotica. So, feel joy, revulsion, disgust, whatever, and either read or leave :-P ****


The scream pleased his ears,
As the demon of lust and desire he wasn’t fond of Hell’s typical atmosphere, screams of pain and torture were often grating on the ears and if someone got a little carried away it could jar ones rhythm, thankfully time cured that latter nuance. This time however he reveled in it, and laughed, laughed like he hadn’t laughed since he was kicked out the second time in his existence. Laughed like a man possessed, that thought made him laugh even more bad pun and everything. Then he lashed out.

Not in the way the screaming bitch had expected either, springing forth from his back just past the blade of the shoulders were six tentacles, he had found it amusing how many humans who thought such a concept was erotic had screamed when faced with it. The girl was no different. He had seen her desires, sick and twisted things that fell into fields not quite in his influence but skirting the borders enough to catch his attention, never was too fond of torture... but never hesitated to use it when he thought it necessary either.

“Silence cunt.” he said with a cruel tone, even then his voice carried the lilt of lust to it, the girl complied albeit unwillingly. One can only do such after a thick tentacle wraps around your neck a couple of times and then over your mouth, sort of turns any noise you can make into some variance of a muffled hum. “Make a sound other than a moan or a whimper and I shall flay the flesh from your bones, tear off your head and cum down your neck, all while keeping you alive!” He suppressed a chuckle, he couldn’t keep her alive without her head, there were limits to even his full powers. He certainly wasn’t God after all.

The bitch grew silent. He nodded his approval before he ensured it by letting the thick smooth tentacle slide back over her mouth before pushing into it. She opened it when the coils started to tighten around her throat. Two others lashed out and stretched her arms out wide while the other two took care of her legs. Then, as one, the tentacles rose into the air, she whimpered and he filled her mouth with a little more of the phallic tentacle. “Now my little slave, you are mine to do with as I please, your life in my hands, your body bound helplessly for me to enjoy at my leisure.” he paused and chuckled, he imagined the woman hadn’t heard anything so sinister even on the worst fantasy B movie. “I’m recalling something about Turnabout being fare play.” he said more to himself than to her.

With that simple statement the sixth tentacle lunged forward, it had secreted a lubricant, he wanted the girl to be humiliated within her mind, feel her enjoy that which she feared, before he finished her. The bulbous head of the tentacle pushed against her folds eventually spreading her pussy lips apart before pushing into her. His mind divided down different paths, actually giving her pleasure, maybe even bliss before she died... no, no bliss, she wasn’t worth even that small effort. He also wondered how he might finish her, there were many ways, painful ways, quick ways, and finally he nodded to himself as one that seemed suitable crossed his mind. Simple and effective.

By now the woman was filled more than any cock could do, the thick phallus inflating and molding itself to her inner walls and stretching her just to her pain threshold before it began pumping in and out. He reminded himself to back off a bit and the member lessened to it’s more cylindrical shape as it invaded the girls cunt over and over again. He smiled in satisfaction as he noticed her frantic screams gradually changing ever so slightly. She was still crying, though now there was definite pleasure in her moans, discomfort sure, fear of course, but enjoyment was there and it tasted wonderful.

The tentacle pumped the woman’s pussy rapidly picking up pace until it’s force was almost animalistic, he had no patience for slow lovemaking, and had been too long from enjoying anothers body. The other phallic tendril pushed in and out of her mouth as well though not so much, more casual really, to give the girl the humiliation of knowing that she was but a toy for now. Nothing more nothing less.

He stood there, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and his hosts muscles showing rather nicely. His host seemed an all right sort of man, someone who was on the up and up but still had his own lusts, and an agreeable chap whose belief in Heaven and Hell carried a rather reasonable and realistic view that set him apart from the more zealot humans. He’d have to corrupt one of them soon, they needed it, it was too easy to misguide them though. Their church and people had gone down a dark path numerous times in history, so often they’d become a joke in hell. Still, it was fun, he wasn’t sure what that sick demon Sliv saw in using little boys though...

He smiled as a spasm from the girls body broke his reverie, she was climaxing, her juices were flooding the cunts cunt and dripping down his tentacle. He pulled her forward, his powers allowing him to deny the laws of gravity and physics as he had her hover before him, she would have screamed had she been able when she saw his smile. “Enjoy my pet?”

She merely looked fearful. Mary was her name? “Well my dear Mary, I could let you live, you could live on as my toy, you wouldn’t be able to take any dominance but I’m sure you could adjust.” he said stroking his chin while contemplating such things.

Her expression was slow to change, a chance at life was not something to fool around with, he certainly wasn’t bad to look at, *though from his perspective his host could use some touching up.* he had power, she loved power, and if he had brought her to such an orgasm under such conditions she could only imagine what he could do in a more amiable position. The tentacle slide away from her mouth but was still wrapped her throat. “Y-” her voice began to break, understandable after the screaming. She swallowed. “Yes sir, I would love that.”

He nodded and smiled warmly “Very well my dear...” he said and paused before pressing the palm of his hand against his forehead as though remembering something. “I’m sorry, I don’t keep dumb trash around.” giving her just enough time for her slow brain to register shock his tentacle slid away from her neck quickly and she screamed... or at least would have. The phallic head of the tendril had altered, turning into a sharp claw that whipped across her throat in a nice deep and even clean cut. The bitch struggled for air eliciting only gurgled and choked cries as her eyes stared at him in a beautiful cocktail of fear, shock, and even a bit of hate. He then tossed her against the wall with the distaste one would regard a dirty wet newspaper.

He heard a snap of bone when she connected and frowned, he had specifically wanted her to die the other way, however he had gotten a little over zealous, being tied had a tendency to do that to him. Looking around he smiled at a job well done before his eyes passed over the camera, wincing in distaste he promptly began pulverizing it with his tentacles, he would have shred the tape but it had been digital. Satisfied at a job well done he exited the room and left the building, had their been anyone else in the place they wouldn’t have known as the front door wasn’t too far from the basement door and no one was in the adjoining living room or kitchen. The people were slobs though.

Striding out into the blessed night he smiled, he’d have to enjoy himself without bloodshed before he gave the body back to his host, then he would plan how he would enjoy his little deal.


****Further adventures will be posted, either here, or in other stories, hope you enjoyed, and write reviews you lazy putzes.****