You had grown up in Hellview for more than half your life. Sure, you had a brief glimpse of a normal world when you were really little, but that was all shattered when people up top thought it was a good idea to poke and prod at a relic that clearly didn’t belong. Before anyone knew it, the various forces of hell began to invade, and overtake humanity as the dominant species, leaving pockets of humans around the world. It was almost overnight, the human population dropped from over eight billion to what survivors estimated to be anywhere between 10,000 and 20,000. 
Your cluster of human resistance happened to be one of the smallest ones, with a population of just 96 people living here. It was one of the more luxurious ones too. Never felt like it though, as politics kept fucking everything up. People were trying to impose their vision of how humanity should regrow and such. So, one night, you simply left. It was surprisingly easy to do so, since the various demons seemed to kill on sight, no security force was needed to keep people in. Fear alone was what kept people in line. Though once you left, you realized you didn’t have much of a plan.
You managed to find a car with its keys still in the ignition. Seems whoever was going to drive it was dragged away, going off the dried blood trail on the ground. It had just enough fuel to get you into a small town that seemed surprisingly intact. As you looked around, there was a small convenience store that still had power, but you saw a demon of sorts within it, so you steered clear. You would stumble across an intact house, gray in color. Seeing that no demon appeared to be within, you entered. It seemed fine enough, a couple claw marks on the wall, but overall, not too bad.
Though now that you weren’t hearing the howling wind outside, you heard another sound. It sounded like heavy breathing, along with a wet slapping sound. You manage to find a small hole in the wall, and peering through reveals a demon, clearly male in nature, as he was masturbating. You had to do a double take to make sure you weren’t seeing things and yes, there was a demon on the other side of the wall masturbating. You suppose it made sense, but everyone always told you they were just mindless beasts set on killing. Seeing this made them seem more human, albeit explicit.
The demon himself appeared chubby, with an overall grotesque and ugly appearance. His eyes were scarlet in color, and seemed to glow, four in total. His body was gray in color, but you thought there was a slight tint of some color, though it could be from the sky. His body looked rough to the touch, though there were perhaps some softer spots, like the belly, and thighs. He had a rather imposing mouth with rows of sharp teeth, which he could bite your head off with, you were certain. Now looking at his dick, it was unique to put it lightly. It was a sort of red in color, and rather long. Fluids seemed to be bubbling at the tip.
It seemed rather bulbous, with a knot at the base, and a flat tip. Almost looking equine in design. You couldn’t say it didn’t fit the rest of his appearance though. You must have zoned out pretty hard, as the demon was now up against the hole, looking back at you… Your brain had to do a double take, but yes, the demon was in fact looking back at you. You just slowly back up, as he comes around the corner, looking at you. You’d run, but you knew with legs like the ones he had, you’d never outrun him. You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable death.
Yet, it never comes. Opening your eyes reveals him standing there, his dick still hard, and possibly now leaking. Yet he doesn’t seem threatened. Maybe demons are smarter than you thought, and he could tell you weren’t a threat. You didn’t know, but he just sat down and got back to masturbating. The fact that he didn’t seem all that bothered by your presence surprised you. Now that he was closer, you could tell he had seen a battle or two of some kind. There were scars along his body, a rather deep one across his chest, and several dozen bullet wounds.
You watched as he suddenly started jerking himself faster, he must have gotten close to climax. Taking a note of his feet claws, it looks like he’s trying to grasp something with them, involuntarily from the looks of it. There was four in the front, and a fifth on the back of the leg, looking like it was for battle than to help with walking. The claws themselves seem to be covered in dried blood. His thighs were bulky, like the rest of him, and could probably crack your head open. Though he didn’t seem interested in doing that, as you watch him take the tip of his cock into his mouth, before curling in on himself, taking the rest in.
You watch as his whole body begins twitching and spasming, his clawed feet digging into the floorboards. You can easily guess he’s going through his orgasm now, though you have to wonder how intense it is for him. This goes on for several minutes, before he uncurls and looks at you. You get a brief glimpse of his long tongue, before he pulls it back into his mouth. You’re not sure what to say really, the fact that this demon not only didn’t kill you but sat there and pleasured himself in front of you, even reaching an orgasm, left you speechless.
The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, before he got up. You guessed his height to be somewhere between 10-11 feet. You see him walk back into the room and lie down on a bed, though you can tell it collapsed under his weight at some point, he pats the empty space, as if to ask you to lie down with him. You hesitate for a few moments but force yourself to do so. Perhaps if you cooperate with him, he won’t kill you. You lie down and feel him pat your side a bit, before pulling you close to him. His body heat is far higher than a human’s, that’s for sure. Though you suppose it made sense, he’s a demon after all.
As he’s holding you, you notice what appear to be tears on his face, and this makes you pause, along with bringing forth many questions. Why is he crying? How can a demon cry even? What’s making him sad, and is it you? You don’t know, but what you do know is you can try and comfort him, as insane as it sounds. You bring up a hand to wipe away the tears, half expecting them to burn your hand. Thankfully they don’t, and the demon looks at you, possibly confused by your actions. You move your hand to rub his cheek a bit, to which he lets out a soft growl, though it doesn’t feel threatening, especially when his eyes close.
He began softly nuzzling your hand, seeming to enjoy the gentle affection you’re giving him. Meanwhile you’re practically biting your tongue to not seem scared. Here you are, petting a demon who could easy kill you 27 different ways, and you have him purring like a house cat. You just hope you don’t fuck something up, or you’re as good as dead. His face feels softer than you thought. Sure, it’s not smooth like butter, but it’s not solid stone either. Thick leather would be your closest comparison. Perhaps it hardened up when in combat. You shudder a bit when you feel him starting to pet your cheek in return, however.
From there, you would move your hands down, beginning to rub his belly, which he seemed to like a lot, as the soft growling got louder. His long tongue came out of your mouth, and he gave you a slobbery lick, to which you giggled at. Perhaps he had just been touch-starved this whole time. Either way, you were now using both hands to give him belly rubs. He would roll onto his back, giving you easier access to his entire belly, and you’d climb up on top. As you were rubbing, you could still see several bullet wounds, one of which started bleeding again.
You didn’t have any medical supplies, but you had a shirt. You’d attempt to stick a finger in to find the bullet, only for his growling to shift in tone. Thankfully, you were able to extract the bullet before he could try and rip you in half or something. From there, you would tear a piece off your shirt, and stuff it in the now re-opened wound, before patting his belly. His face would go from a look of anger and possible fear to confusion, and acceptance. You could spot at least seven more bullet wounds and would give them the same treatment. By the third one, he had figured out what you were doing was not to hurt him and kept calm.
Looking around the nearby bathroom, you’d find a seemingly untouched first-aid kit. With it, you would tend to the other wounds he had, beginning with the large gash across his chest. Using alcohol on it re-opened the wound, but you used the rest of your shirt to clean it up, before covering it with multiple band-aids. You’d find a couple other cuts and wounds to clean up before you began to give him belly rubs again. He seemed thankful, as he began licking your face a lot, to which you’d give him more. At some point, you must have brushed over something sensitive, as you felt him squirm around for a moment.
Retracing the movement of your hands, you found yourself giving his noticeable pecs a gentle rub, which would cause him to wiggle and squirm around. You kept rubbing, solely out of curiosity, and soon found out just what he was feeling. It was arousal, and soon enough, his member was fully out, and lightly throbbing, its tendrils moving about. Well, looks like it was time to find out just how trusting this demon was. You wrapped a hand around his shaft and began moving slowly. He seemed to like this, as he spread his legs a bit, allowing you better access to his member. 
It almost looked like it went down into a slit, but in reality, it was more between that and a sheath, a fleshy sleeve of sorts. From the looks of it, it could tighten up to protect itself and loosen when aroused. Regardless, you kept on stroking him slowly, feeling a trickle of precum run down your hand. His tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, and he was purring something fierce.  He suddenly let out some sort of warbly chirp, beginning to curl up, perhaps getting ready to take his cock into his mouth, but you had pushed him over the edge already, and he couldn’t move fast enough.
The first gush splashed against his face, dripping down onto his chest, followed by the second, as he kept cumming. Each gush would make him flinch, pushing his mouth further away from his cock. He kept trying, but from the combination of him gushing cum onto his face, and the spasms he was experiencing from all the pleasure, it was getting all over him. Despite the mess he was making, he still seemed to be enjoying it from what you could tell. A few minutes would pass by, and his orgasm would slowly die down. When he stopped cumming, he began to lap up any cum on him, and you watched him do so.
He then rolled onto his belly, before grabbing his ass cheeks, and spreading. Looks like he wanted to be fucked. Though you weren’t sure how you could. Sure, you were large for a human, but that was still small compared to what this demon was packing down there. So, you would try your arm, surely it was big enough to pleasure him. You find his hole, and press a finger against it, before slipping one in, then two, and finally three. You’d use these three fingers to spread their hole a bit, and began slowly pushing your way in. It was certainly warmer than his already high body temperature.
As you got a feel for his insides, you hear him growl in pleasure, you also heard the tail emit some sort of noise. Either way, you just found his prostate and began lightly rubbing it. It seemed to have a huge effect on him, as he began trying to push more of your arm in. You would softly rub, causing him to purr. You can’t say you had planned to pleasure a demon like this, but by now, you weren’t complaining. You just kept rubbing, feeling the light squeeze his insides were giving to your arm. As you increased, rubbing and tickling his prostate, you get a warbly chirp out of him.
If he was close already, you might as well send him over the edge. You give his prostate a good squeeze, and like a geyser, his load hits the ceiling, raining back down on the two of you. He gushes again and again, each nearly or actually hitting the ceiling. You’d pull your arm out, but he’s squeezing quite tightly, keeping it locked in there. You can only imagine what it would feel like if you were a demon and had a large dick to shove inside. After several minutes, his orgasm dies down, and you’re able to pull your arm out. It thankfully wasn’t covered in anything.
Looking over him, he seems tired out, and after like three orgasms within the last hour or two, you wouldn’t blame him. He rolls onto his side and looks at you, as if his eyes were enough to call you forward. You aren’t so hesitant to this time, and lay down with him, taking off your pants and tossing them aside. It’s now just you in your underwear, and him laying next to you. You begin to give him some more belly rubs but end up putting him to sleep. You yourself feel a bit sleepy, so with a yawn and a stretch, you cuddle up to him and let yourself drift off to slumberland.