Firmly, but tenderly, he lifted my legs, showing my ass. He was obviously looking at my hole, when grave smile crossed his face, and in a deep voice he challenged: "Do you give this to me?" "Yes my lord, all of me is yours"...
How did the demon get to me? Many years on, I'm convinced it was more than the actions of one evening when I was delirious or close to it. There must have been an invitation. Maybe that was no more than the arrogance of an atheist: perhaps coupled with the unfulfilled fantasies and desires of an old-ish man.
I had mostly retired. My penultimate career was as a full professor in a prestigious university. Eventually I tired of the infighting around me; trying to avoid it was not enough. So I left. Given my reputation, it was an easy entry to a rural, private academy for the children of the rich. Not too hard on them, not too hard on me. I was near senior citizen status anyway.
The academy reflected my life, in a way. A little run down, a little shabby, but with some class. I had a nice apartment in the village, walking distance to a nice office on campus.
My sex life had slowed down with the rest of me. I have no idea where I would fit on the contemporary preference orientation scale, but I knew I liked pretty much all kinds of consensual sex. I had never been all that active, but I was for the most part satisfied. I didn't expect much in the way of sex when I moved into a rural community, but had not shut all my hopes down.
In my first year, late Winter, along came the flu. I could handle this mostly on my own, and more easily with a few helpers, but a few days were feverish and unpleasant.
My fever was peaking when he came. The room was mostly dark, my bed covers skewed with my tossing and turning. I sensed his presence close by before I opened my eyes. My first sight was his face inches from mine, moving in for a kiss. His lips were on mine before I could gasp in disbelief. My next breath was from his mouth, and it felt warm and sweet with just a hint of decay. The kiss, while a total surprise, blasted me into ecstasy. Suddenly my erection was huge, my desire wild. I moved to hold his head to me, kissing back, and then his tongue entered me in a sudden thrust. His tongue opened my throat, how could that be, and seemed to take possession of whole mouth. Almost senseless with his presence, all I could do at first was moan. I was breathing his breath, and swallowing his spit. He seemed to be pouring himself into me. I was too weak and stunned to kiss back at first, but then I pushed back with my own tongue, and found it sucked into his mouth. Suddenly I was being sucked into him. I writhed in fear, gave a small scream, some of it in pleasure. He pulled back, whispered "fear not, only believe", and began to lick my face. It was magic; I felt like a small puppy being cleaned by his mother. I was able to catch short glimpses of his face, all planes and angles. He looked more drawn than real.
My face was wet with his spit. His head moved down, tongue and teeth on my neck. I had little fear, perhaps I should have. All I wanted was more, more of his lips, more of his tongue, more of his teeth. My armpits were next his lips pulling on the hair. And then my nipples, sucked and tongued and nibbled. The wave of lust and ecstasy has been so tense but till then, that I almost had forgotten my cock. It seemed bigger and harder than it had ever been; I could feel the pre-cum on my stomach. My hips were moving all on their own. I wanted him to suck me, to swallow, to drink all my cum.
Not yet. He moved up on his knees, straddling me, and I saw him for the first time. He was a demon, a goatish animal look to his face, small horns on his head. Below, his body was all taught muscle, covered in reddish brown hair. My eyes widened in horror as I saw who he was, but then my gaze landed on his cock, an extraordinary instrument, long and thick and black, a bulging head, already dripping. Lust trumped fear; my little gasp was one of joy and wonder. He moved up my body, still his member was hanging above me. I so wanted to lick and kiss and love it, but he put his hands around my neck. "Do you want this inside you, do you want me to fill you?" My whimpers -- all I was capable of -- meant yes, and he responded with: "Worship me with your words and tongue".
"My master, my lord" I said as he lowered his penis to my mouth. Gently I licked and softly kissed the length of his shaft. He was huge, strongly veined, the skin hard, stretched and hot. Something in his very slowly thrusting movements told me I was pleasing him. But he groaned, or growled, when I said: "My lord, I beg you give me this your gift". He brought the tip to my mouth. His pre-cum was amazing, fluid and tasting of brandy. I circled his tip with my tongue, flicking the opening at the very end. I knew that this was called the meatus, and I wanted that meat in my mouth. My lips moved down his glans, my mouth widening to take him. I wanted his cock in my mouth, I wanted to choke on him.
Not yet. His hand took my neck again, and he moved away. He almost sprang down the bed.
Firmly, but tenderly, he lifted my legs, showing my ass. He was obviously looking at my hole, when grave smile crossed his face, and in a deep voice he challenged: "Do you give this to me?" "Yes my lord, all of me is yours". I wondered, and feared, what his huge penis would do to me. I prepared as best I could to take him in.
Not yet. Raising my hips, his face descended, hands spreading my cheeks. I felt his hot breath first. Anticipation. With the first gentle flick of his tongue I was already desperate to have him inside me. The he was circling my hole, crossing it slowly and seductively. My hands found his head, and tried to pull his tongue into me. He let me have this one, and that long, strong tongue opened me and found its way inside. I did feel opened by it, I think I was vibrating like a string. It seemed as if he could flick my prostate, impossibility regardless. Well, he was a demon. When he started thrusting with his tongue, but as he pulled his tongue out he was sucking. His trusts were slow and deliberate, his suction was brief but strong. All of me was on fire. I didn't even feel my orgasm directly, as my whole body was involved, but then my stomach was covered in sperm. His trusts slowed, then stopped, leaving me so fulfilled and loved.
He lowered my hips to the ground, kneeling before me. His cock seemed to have grown. Lust and fear battled again. My thoughts weren't all that important to him at that point. He scooped my sperm -- gosh there was a lot of it -- and spread it on his penis. What a joy to have my sperm on his cock coming inside my ass. When his head touched my hole, I pushed toward him, almost reflexively as my whole body needed him inside me. But I stopped with a yelp when the full size started to stretch and open me. My demon was patient, and let my lust take its course. Yes it hurt, but now it was lust overcoming hurt. Holding his small and delicate hands, I pulled him in so slowly. When the head popped in, I whimpered in pain. I had never been opened that much, not even close. I pulled back, but felt immediately the loss of him inside me. I brought him in again, this time a little further. I gazed at him with trusting eyes. "I am yours, my lord". Those words were magic to him, he groaned in satisfaction and eased himself deeper in me. We stopped on the way when there was resistance, and each time my body opened more. His penis seemed endless. Finally, it reached a barrier, that was the end of my opening.
Not yet. We stayed still for a while. I swear I could feel him pulsing inside me. Then he bent down, bringing his head close to me. That deep bass rumble "Do you love your god?" My frantic response: "My god my god I love you!" Magic words. As his tongue filled my mouth once again, he pushed himself all the way into me, forcing my insides. My scream was lost in his roar.
All the way in, his presence was huge inside me, from my opening past my navel. I could see his bulge move the skin of my stomach. I could barely breathe. But I felt we were one, or rather that I was part of him, a feeling intensified by his tongue seeming to move down my throat.
If you can be gentle in those circumstances, he was at first. For a long while, he just rested inside me, waiting for me move. And of course my lust took over. I grabbed his hard ass and tried to pulled him more into me. That was the signal for him to start slow thrusts. Each withdrawal seemed to take my insides with him, each push seemed to open me up. I was gasping and moaning -- and loving every second of it. One hand on his ass, the other on his lean and hard and ugly face, itself lost in sexual pleasure. I used my bottom skills, kegels, contractions, hip moves. It was his turn to moan, and his thrusts became longer and harder.
He was on the road to climax, but I wanted that road to be a bit longer, so I eased back and tried to slow him. "Gently, my lord, I want you forever". I should have known better. Those words just made him want me more. I could see changes on his face. I looked a little sad, almost anxious. "Do I not please you, my lord?" He began to sob, lowering his body onto mine letting me hug him closely, wrapping my arms and legs around him trying to capture him within me forever. Feeling his beautiful taut muscles and hot skin turned up the temperature for me; although he had nearly stopped thrusting, I was working his cock with my muscles and moves. Raising himself from my body, he looked yearning: "Do you love your god?" From me, "My god, my god, I love you". "Then I will seed you".
He was groaning as he began long and slow and deep insertions, almost pulling out each time. He wanted no help from me, which was good as I was not in the real world. I was away floating on the feeling of his hugeness moving in me -- I was feeling sexual pleasure but also a sense of absolute loss when his cock was leaving, then total possession as it found its mark. I existed to receive his sperm. His thrusts became faster, he seemed to be gasping and speaking at the same time. They were the same words, almost unintelligible, so I was able to pick up some words over time: "Go my spirit, find your love, find your home". His thrusts became shorter as he moved down toward me again, his face before mine. The tongue was out again, wetting my face, filling my mouth, into my ears, my nose, even my eyes. With short hammer blows from his cock, moving my body, his orgasm began. Grunting, licking, biting, then roaring with unhuman force. He poured himself into me, the jets and gushes seeming to synchronize with the deepest part of his lunges. They say you can't feel it but I swear I did. For one thing, it was hot; for another there appeared to be a flood of it. Each time his cock pulled back there was a wet gush down my crack to the sheets, the wetness spreading around my ass. I so wanted to taste that, but my arms were pinned has he finished his seeding.
Suddenly he collapsed onto me, his whole weight on top. Was he dead? I couldn't survive for long under his mass. But his loss of consciousness was short, and soon he was lighter, his tongue once again grooming me. And then he began to pull out, a slow retreat which was gentle but very sad for me. I made wistful sounds and he seemed to understand; his face was gentle.
Fully out, my hole was still open and more of his cum came out. His mouth found my ass again, and he seemed to scoop a lot with his tongue. "O please share" I thought, but I was too weak -- and intimidated -- to speak. But I got lucky moving up to my face, he opened my mouth with his tongue and allowed a mouthful of cum to move between us. I had to swallow, there was too much, but I was able to savour what felt like liquid fire with a strong brandy taste.
As our kiss broke, I made loving sounds of appreciation. "My body is full of your love", I said. The demon lay on his back, and eased my head down his body towards his groin. My god, his cock was still hard. But now it was wet and glistening as it pulsed on his stomach. I knew what to do, wanted to do it. I wish I had a tongue and mouth like his, as I wanted to bring him so much pleasure. But I seemed to be doing pretty well, as he already was moaning. His body was jerking as if in another orgasm. I took his penis in my mouth, not much of it, as I had a chance to drink more of his cum and was desperate for that chance. But holding my head he began thrusting into my mouth, forcing open my throat, pushing more into me each time. I was gagging and fighting, but his grip was total. With another roar, he began to pour himself down my throat; it was like hot coffee, way too big a gulp. It was just a few seconds, but I was close to losing consciousness. But then he pulled out so that just the head was in my mouth, I was able to breath and to swallow. And swallow. And swallow. I once chugged a glass of beer. This felt like more than that.
Once again he went limp, this time even his cock. I had some quiet special time exploring his cock with my tongue. Even soft, it was beautiful. When he returned to awareness, he moved me up next to him, enfolded me in his arms and said "We sleep now". We did, one of the best sleeps of my life, deep deep sleep.
When I awoke he was gone. And so was my fever. In fact, I felt healthier than I had felt in a long time, though still very weak. As I tried to organize my thought, I wondered whether the whole even had been a dream, a creation of a fever peaking. Was that possible? No, it was real. My ass felt 'used', not really sore but 'used'. My throat too. I still had the taste of him in my mouth. And the sheets were still wet. I keep those sheets, unwashed, put away to smell and remember one more time.
I felt as if something had happened to me. I mean of course some mind blowing sex had happened, but I mean that I felt that something else had happened to me. And it had.
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