4 comments/ 22211 views/ 34 favorites A Gift from Hell By: DrSpidey My girlfriend left me about three months ago. Her reasons: 'I really like your best friend, Faye. I've realized I'm more into pussy than I am dick. I just feel like I belong with a woman rather than a man.' I was in complete disbelief. My girlfriend of four years was leaving me for my best friend. I think this was where I started to breakdown. See, it wasn't just that. My mom and dad had died in a car crash in just last June, on a Sunday. They were coming back from services at Saving Light Catholic Church (I stopped going to church when I hit eighteen) and they were hit by someone trying to make a quick getaway from the police. It wasn't that long who. It had yet to be a full year. The news of my girlfriend was my breaking point. I just sat in the room of my apartment and had a meltdown when my roommate was gone, feeling like the world had ended and time had came to an abrupt stop, I had to deal with it though. I couldn't bring them back no matter how much I wished I could. It was Monday. My first day off from work. I sat down by my computer desk and stared at the screen intensely; trying to figure out what to do, but my mind would wonder to one thing: Porn. It seemed like about the only thing I could do. I had rotten luck with girls. Each one I came across was either taken, not interested...Or not into guys. It was frustrating, I was getting really tired if internet porn. Masturbating felt nice, but it just wasn't as satisfying as real sex, and when you finally blew it all out, you felt unfulfilled and depressed. And even though I loved seeing a girl with breasts bigger than anyone's head could ever be, bouncing up and down, it just wasn't the same. I sighed and just shrugged. I was horny as hell. I might as well just go ahead and get it over with. I clicked the mouse and interrupted my beach girl screensaver. I entered my password on the screen, Dracula9000, then clicked on my shortcut to Firefox. I typed in: Big Tit Tube and one place called Mammary Girls came up. I clicked the website. I immediately felt a rush of guilt. Why? I wasn't quite sure. But then the dopamine kicked in and I was focused on the women. There was girls of various color, both skin color and hair. Black girls, white girls, Hispanics, Indians, Japanese, Chinese, Korean. It was pretty much all there. But they all had one thing in common: Huge breasts. I think the smallest breasted girls were about a D, everyone else, the majority, were DD and up. No A, B or even C. These were all girls who carried their massive weight with pride. I clicked on a thumbnail that said 'New Neighbor Horny for White Anaconda' and let the video come up and buffer. I hated waiting. The video came up and started with the boring, usual crap. The story of the video was this guy's wife cheated on him with some ugly plumber, and left him. This was where the black girl came in. She was a new neighbor who just moved in. 'Joe' went to visit her to be kind and offer hospitality. He baked her a batch if cookies and walked a few steps towards the left of his house, where she lived and knocked on the door. Blah, blah, blah. Once inside, it ends up going to the direction of Joe (the being middle-aged, yet slightly handsome main star) spills about what happened to him. Naturally, Jane, the black girl with a beautiful face, long, back-length black hair, and a mouth-gaping set of 39 GG tits, and a big, round phat ass, took pity on him. One thing lead to another. They kissed. At first it was an innocent kiss to comfort him, soon it became one of lust, and finally it escalated into a tongue battle. They stripped naked. Her ass was even bigger looking once the black dress she had on was off. She covered her mouth in shock when she saw Joe's white, monster cock. But it wasn't long before the Ethiopian beauty was aggressively sucking him off. After a few minutes of oral sex, Jane had the red monster pulled out of her mouth. She bent over, stuck her ass up in the air, and was penetrated from behind. "Oh, yeah!" She screamed, her ass being pumped while his balls slapped her ass. "Fuck me." She closed her eyes. Soon Joe was going faster and harder. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck! YES!" Her tits just shook violently as that monster meat pushed in and out of her. Smack, smack, smack. "FUCK! Oh, yeah! Ahh, yeah! Fuck me baby, fuck me with that big cock." Soon she was moaning at the top of her lungs. I spurted all over my keyboard watching her getting fucked like an animal. When the video ended, I turned off my browser and just sat in my chair; vanilla seeping into the keys of my keyboard, and my cock grasped in my hand. I was temporarily happy and sighed. I still needed to rub another one out, but I figured it could wait. "Damn it!" I growled under my breath. "Now I'll need a new keyboard. One that doesn't smell like jizz." I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. I needed to get any droplets that may still be lingering in my little friend. I let the water spray over my dick, and shaved balls. I've always kept my pubic hair trimmed. Even though I admired the male porn stars, I didn't believe in pubic hair elimination. I washed my swollen member; rubbing the head first, then my shaft, then my soft balls. When I was done with my shower, I went to comb my still wet, black hair. I stared at myself in the mirror with my dark blue eyes. Going over my muscular physique while I combed my short, black hair slowly. I was worried I might be getting flabby. I had been eating a lot of junk lately. And while I stopped yesterday, I was worried it'd show. But it barely showed, and my six pack abs and defined pectoral muscles, biceps and triceps were unaffected...THIS time. While I draped a long, velvet towel big long enough to cover everything but my ankles, around my body, I heard a strange noise. Was that music coming from my computer? Weird. "I'm positive I exited my browser. I didn't open anything else after I closed. And I only had one tab open." I walked out of the bathroom and went towards my red dresser and pulled out a pair of Dracula design boxers, pulled them up my knees, and turned my gaze towards my desktop computer with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Was that demonic choir music? It sounded creepy as...Well, Hell. I saw a web page come up. It looked like an old Angelfire web page from 2000; really old school stuff that I liked. The background was black, but had animated GIF fire dancing around, while the text was bright, but not too bright, red. "What the..." As I stared at the screen, an image of the Star of David popped up. In the star it said: 'Hail Satan.' This creeped me out. I took a step back, but then text started popping up in the screen, racing across the screen to the right, as if the computer was typing itself. What the fuck was going on? This kind of stuff WASN'T normal, and I had never heard of crap like this. I started to read the text out-loud to myself. "Hello, Chris. You may not have may met me before, but I knew you since before you were born. You were always my favorite and I remember how we used to play games together and share laughs." What? "I want to inform you that I've lost my daughter. Well, rather, I let her leave of her own accord. She's pretty feisty like her old father here." I think I felt a sharp jolt pierce through me. It couldn't have been...It wasn't possible. "I want to make one thing clear," the text continued, "while I did enjoy being around you and regarded you as my favorite, I want you to be clear; YOU ARE NOT to go near my daughter. She's marrying Astaroth. Stay away from my daughter. Heed this kind warning...Or else." The demonic choir music faded out. I was left staring at my computer screen, then a big animated GIF of Satan appeared and its jaws unhinged to let out a deep, guttural chortle. The web page disappeared as if it never existed. I shook my head, but instead of staying there frozen in fear, I got dressed in a sleeveless black top and black jeans, matching shoes, and left. Satan? I was actually being communicated by THE Satan? I didn't even bother getting in the car. A walk would calm my nerves better than driving some damn car. Why drive? As shaken up as I was, I probably wouldn't be paying enough attention not to run someone over. I headed downtown. I always enjoyed being downtown. The buildings looked so much bigger and pleasing to the eye when you could just walk up and see them all. And this was the area where most of the rich came to dine and shop. So it was needless to say that most of the places looked fancy. And having a red brick road to follow didn't hurt either. I saw a few old cars from the '30s and '40s driving around. That was a pleasing sight. But of course these belonged to the rich. When I reached an alley that separated Janet's Jewelry and Master Cook Bistro, I stopped and wondered why I came out here. It hit me I only had enough money to help Jennifer pay rent on the apartment, buy a few groceries, and buy myself my protein powders. The particular drink mix I got ranged from fifty to two hundred dollars, so that took up a bit as well. I felt so stupid. "Better go home..." I let my eyebrows drop; grimacing. "Hey." Said an alluring voice with a hint of mischievousness in it. It had a dark tone to it as well. "Huh?" Was my only response. "Look straight, baby." I looked straight and what I saw made me feel a combination of both dread and desire. A woman about 6'6 stood before me. She had long, raven black hair that fell down to her back, bright red skin, golden-yellow eyes, and black lipstick on her plump full lips. She was dressed in all black. Her shirt looked entirely too small for her, and allowed massive amounts of cleavage to escape onto display. The straps were quite thin like a spaghetti strap, and there was nothing covering her abdomen, simply letting her stomach and slight lady abs stay in clear sight. She had on a black mini dress that was small enough that it probably showed the bottom curves of her ass cheeks, but kept everything else perfectly covered up. My eyes, however, couldn't stray away from her freakish monster tits. Her mouth-watering breasts were a J cup, I just knew that much. They sagged down from the massive weight that imposed, but I wasn't bothered, I always preferred breasts that were so big they sagged down. And it wasn't like they were saggy like a grandma's. Daddy really had created a minx. "Heh." She chucked wickedly. "Guys always stare at my tits." I quickly looked away, disappointed in my lack of self-control when she said this to me. I didn't want to seem like a dog, like so many men nowadays. "You can look." Another laugh rolled off her tongue. I turned to look at those huge watermelon sized breasts, and bit my lip hard. I wanted so bad to just go over there and touch them. They were so ripe looking. "Yeah," she started, groping her own breasts, and filling as much of her hands with those bone-crushers as she could, "these puppies get guys all riled up." I felt an uncooperative boner acting against my will, and poking straight up in my pants. I think she noticed, because her golden-yellow eyes were staring fully focused on my crotch. "Whoa, baby," she giggled darkly, "looks like you love what you see." I turned away. "Do you want to fuck me?" She asked without a moment of hesitation, and cutting right to the chase. An unconscious gasp came out of my mouth. The heat in my stomach intensified at 'Do you want to fuck me?' She was really testing me. I fought the urge to answer her, and an even greater urge to turn around and face her. I knew if I did, I'd be too weak-willed to resist and give in. But it was a losing battle. I pathetically turned to face her. She smiled at me; tilting her head slightly to the side while porcelain white teeth showed through the deep black, lipstick. "I do." I answered. "I want to fuck you so bad." She just smiled wider; her lips raising up higher to widen the glimpse of her teeth. She started to walk towards me; her eight inch stilettos loudly clicking on the cement with each step that she took towards me. She was exaggerating her movements; swaying her hips in a sexual manner. I watched; mesmerized by those colossal sized bags of red flesh jiggle and shake with each step she took, looking like they'd pop out to freedom at any given moment. "Stud," she referred to me, stopping once she was in front of me, "why are your pants still on? Fuck me." She grabbed my hands and placed them on her bazookas. I squeezed hard; filling my hands up as much as I could with her monster-sized, scarlet, gelatinous tits. She gasped in delight, and pushed them further into my hands. "Yeah, cutie...Grab those fat tits." "Are they real?" I was wary of how genuine they were. She just broke out into deep, unrestraint dark laughter. Laughing at my question. "Damn fucking straight they're real. There's no such thing as implants or silicone in hell. You either got junk on the chest or you're a sad, flat-chested bitch. These are all natural, baby." I squeezed harder, sinking my fingers down into her marshmallow soft flesh bags while my boner poked into her stomach. This made her moan. I quickly recalled what Satan said to me online. I pulled my hands away. I didn't want to find out what kind of wraith Satan may rain down on me if he found out me and his daughter were messing around. "What's wrong, handsome?" "Your dad said he'd kill me." "For what?" She rose a black brow. "Going near you!" I answered. Her smile faded. "Fuck dad!" She screamed angrily. I noticed the look in her eyes; his they shifted from happy, albeit lustful and naughty, to angry, frustrated, and depressed. She looked like she was in real pain, in suffering. "My dad just tries to control me. I fucking hate him. He's forcing me to marry Astaroth, and I don't want to, but I have to since I'm a princess and he's a King. I NEVER get to make my own decisions. Even though I'm a grown woman." I cringed at her town; turning my face away, but when I heard her sigh, I turned to look back at her again. My erection was gone by this point. "I'm sorry..." Her tone dropped, sounding much more soft and friendly. "What's your name?" I inquired. "Satana." She quietly returned. "I'm Chris. Satana, are you busy?" "I wish.." Her tone dropped more. "Will you spend the night with me?" I heard a gasp escape Satana's voice. I think what I was asking her, surprised her, because I saw her smile return. "I'd like that..." She whispered. I grabbed her hand. I doubted anyone would be suspicious. I mean, body paint and contacts were pretty popular nowadays. Someone would just think she was a nut too eager for Halloween to arrive and think nothing more on it. I held her hand as we walked through the city. "You okay? She inquired. "Your hand...It stings." I replied. "You can let go. I am from hell." "N-no." I refused, grunting. We continued on. When we arrived at my apartment, I was pleased to see Jennifer wasn't back yet. Satana let go of my hand, then gazed around the room slowly. She whistled, impressed by the surroundings. We sat down on the couch. "So what no-" but before I could finish, she devoured my mouth. I could feel drool dropping from the bottom of her mouth; dropping down against my mouth as she kissed me. It didn't even seem like she was kissing me, but was trying to take my whole mouth into her own. Her mouth tasted like cinnamon and burning wood. She grabbed my hands again, and placed them on her bowling pins. I gave a firm squeeze, which she reacted to in return, with a lusty moan right into my mouth. I had never kissed such an aggressive woman before. Satana knew what she wanted and went straight for it, not giving a shit about second thoughts, just diving head on. I felt my cock standing straight up; trying to rip through my jeans to freedom, to her. It pushed against her, but not in the place it was probably wanting. It hit her stomach. She squeezed my hand forcefully and roughly against her breasts, causing me to squeeze so tight, that I thought I might leave indentions on them, or tear them right off. Her lusty sounds only increased at this, the feeling of her jugs practically being crushed by my hands, bringing her further pleasure. I felt more drool fall out of her mouth, but the rest of it entered my mouth, swiping her drool. My mouth felt like someone had lit a match and set it on fire, but I didn't let this feeling stop me from kissing her. I was actually really starting to enjoy her kiss. She slid her tongue into my mouth. We viciously waged brutal war against each other's tongues. Hearing her beginning to whimper in my mouth, I felt her black, mini skirt becoming soaked. She was wet. She was very, very wet. I pulled my hands away from her jiggly mountains. I had to pry our mouths apart, and this resulted in her watery mouth leaking onto my shirt. But she didn't seem to care; she wasn't embarrassed. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. "I want you, I fucking want you!" I quickly started to take my shirt off, raising it over my shoulders, then over my head. I took off my shoes, then my socks. But when I went to take off my pants, Satana violently slapped my hand away. I guess she figured I wasn't hurrying fast enough. She ripped my jeans, no, literally ripped them, right off, tearing them, then throwing them across the room. Satana had a look of desperation on her face. It was a look I hadn't seen before. She looked furious; having anger at its highest level. "Are you all right?" I was concerned for her. She said nothing. Satana didn't pull my boxers off, she RIPPED them off, tearing them in half like my jeans, then throwing them across the room. My cock lightly smacked her face, but this didn't faze her for even a second. Satana growled in a deep voice; her eyes focusing only on my rock-hard meat. She stroked it hard, harder than I was expecting. Satana's growling only got more aggressive with each hard stroke she made on my six and a half inch cock. Finally she brought her face down, licking the head furiously while she seemed to grow angrier. "Satana?" I still got no response, but I did get eye contact from her. Satana took me into her mouth. I let out a deep breath when she did this. She sucked my pole unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. She was obviously unconcerned about me coming too early inside her mouth. Her growling increased while her big black lips massaged the edges of my head. I just focused on her bopping head, and her glowing eyes. She sucked on my cock as if trying to pull it off with the suction of her lips, and I was fairly certain she was drooling all over it, with how extremely sloppy she was being. I felt her bite down on the bell-end, but the pain was only a short nip that wasn't severe, or damage inducing. Stroking up and down speedily, pumping me in her hand, Satana was bringing me to early orgasm. I was going to blast all over the inside of her mouth in less than twenty minutes. She forced me all the way down her throat, deep throating me, taking every bit of length she could, gagging quite loudly in the process. She bopped her head, her suction on my dick the most aggressive I had felt. A Gift from Hell Ch. 02: Satana Returns WARNING: This is the second part of the A Gift From Hell, series. Please read the first part so you aren't lost. This part features more wild sex, and the return of Satana. There will be either one or two more parts after this, to wrap up the story. Please comment. I love comments, whether they are praise or criticism. ***** When Satana left, it was as if time itself had stopped, and I was stuck in time. My did life resume, however, but I could never quite fully get her out of my head, and no matter what I did, no matter where I was, I always found myself thinking about her, and how happy I was when I was with her. It was sad. I only knew her three days, fell in love, made love, then she left. The heartbreak and the scars that left, never quite healed. She was the most important thing in my life. And she vanished. It had been quite some time. While the years were kind to me physical appearance wise, I was still somewhat emotionally scarred. I had my fair share of breakdowns in the early stages of her departure, but, I still found myself clutching the pillow at night saying: 'Come back, please come back.' But she never did. Yes. Quite a few years passed. I was was no longer the twenty three year old I once was, but I was now thirty three years old. I was finally able to get a good enough job that I was able to afford my own house with, instead of living with Jennifer. Me and Jen still talked, but we weren't roommates anymore. She still visited me, though. Sometimes I wondered if I was the same Chris. I felt so changed by Satana's leaving. But when I listened to my voice, I could hear my younger self, if I listened hard enough. I just wanted the love of my life back. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. "Screw everything.." I grumbled. I didn't want to get up. It was my first day off. I didn't see the point of getting up so early when I didn't have a reason to even get up in the first place. I reached my right arm over to hit the snooze button on the black cubic box with LED blue lights, then retracted my arm back to me and turned over to my left. "I haven't gotten good quality sleep in years." I whispered. Not having someone to cuddle up against really made it impossible for me to sleep comfortably. I stared at the big blue window of my bedroom, just gazing outside, right at the tree which rested right outside my room. I just sat there and watched the tree branches poking my windowsill. "What's happened to me?" I wanted an answer, but I couldn't give myself one. "Ah, well." I had to get up. I pushed the covers off myself, then rose from bed. Looking down, I noticed I still had a strong case of morning wood between my legs. I laughed dryly, then shook my head. I found my mind, against my will, wandering back to Satana. I thought about how when she would get down on her knees and take me into her mouth, giving me the best blowjobs any woman had ever given me. And the way it felt when I first penetrated her black pussy. I shook my thoughts away, but then bit my lip. She was gone now. But I still had my memories. I could still think of her, imagine her, see her right in front of me. My left hand gently slid down to my light blue sleeping pants, then, fumbling with the button between the legs, at the crotch, I reached down, reached into the pouch of my boxer briefs, into the crotch pocket, and freed my erection out. I firmly grasped it in my hand, feeling the rock texture of my dick, then, as memories of Satana flashed through my mind, I started to stroke myself up and down. I pictured her mouth over my cock, how she looked at me in the eyes while her head bopped. I felt myself extend in my hand. I could hear her sloppy, desperate sucking, as she went up and down, licking and slurping. Then I thought about how she'd take me all the way into her throat. I increased the pressure on my dick, stroking faster and harder while her moans radiated in my mind. I let out a soft sigh, feeling my balls heat up. As the images continued to fill my mind, I closed both my eyes and just focused on the image of seeing myself in her throat. Her moans continued to echo in my mind. I came. Several squirts shot out, landing right on a dirty shirt I had taken off yesterday. The relief felt great...But not the same. As I pulled the boxer briefs back over my erection, in hopes it'd go flaccid, I buttoned my sleep pants back on, then rose from my bed, getting up. I stared across my master bedroom, then approached the white, framed, frosted glass door of my bedroom. When I got to the door, I twisted the imitation diamond knob, and walked out the door, leaving my bedroom. The hall of the outside of my bedroom was adorned with a big, long, red rug with images of a lion and phoenix all over, and accented with some gold around the corners and edges. The rug costed me a pretty dollar, and so I tried my best to take good care of it. I followed the rug, passing by framed photos of myself, as an infant, child, teenager, then adult. My parents were in most of the pictures, until the ones of me as an adult started going on, in some of those, Jennifer was in them, posing beside me. When I reached the living room, I sat down and sighed. I buried my face in my hands; my will too weak, and my mind going back to Satana; an image of her spreading her big, black lips to reveal a flawless bright white smile to me, running through my mind. "I'm losing it." I spoke to myself. I couldn't think of anything else. And the more I thought about her, the more I felt like screaming. I turned my gaze towards my 70 inch TV, then glanced towards my remote which rested on a small, round, glass coffee table, which was next to my chaise lounge recliner. I snagged the universal remote, then aimed it at the TV and hit the red button. The TV came on. When the TV came on, it was on the news channel. "Earlier today, the police arrived at the scene of a murder." Said the reporter on the TV. Murder on Crysias? Murder was rare. Crysias barely ever had any crime...So this came as a shock to me. "A young female dressed scantily clad fled the scene, and that's when the police reportedly entered the house, only to find a body burn to ash." I sat there for a few moments, processing this through my brain, then, as I listened to the rest of the report, my face went pale, and my eyes went wide. "Demons!" I abruptly cried. Damn. The demons were back. What happened? Was Satana's leaving a part of this? Was it all connected somehow? What was going on? I formed my left hand into a knuckle and placed it under my chin. "Only way I'll know for sure is if I run into this thing or something. I only hope...That this doesn't mean what I think it does." I shuddered. I turned the TV off and walked into the kitchen, pushing the swinging doors open. My kitchen was probably the most impressive part of my house. There was a retro design, and the entire kitchen area checkered, like an old-fashioned diner. The counter had four seats, making it act out as a double for a table, with four silver stools with red cushiony tops. My round table was red, and had four red seats, each with a comfortable red cushioning like the barstools. I walked over towards the ruby red refrigerator and opened it. I had a carton of eggs, some bacon, some biscuits, a half-empty gallon of milk. I then opened the freezer. There was hash browns, sausage. I figured this would make for a good breakfast. Then again, when I wasn't busy eating Pops or Cookie Crips, my favorite thing to eat for breakfast was bacon, eggs, sausage and hash browns. So I started on my breakfast. When I finished, I sat down to eat my delicious morning meal. But...Then. I saw her. In the back of my mind, I saw Satana. She was kissing me. Kissing me while cuddling me in bed. I dropped my fork into my red, ceramic plate, letting it hit the plate with a loud clank. My face fell on the table, and I gripped both sides of my head. "I can't go on without you..." I said to myself; my voice seeming to crack when I said this. It was just too unbearable. I couldn't stand her being gone so long. I felt an overwhelming sadness build up inside me, and then it just all came out in one big flood. I grabbed the sides of my head harder, started shaking, then just started letting out hysterical, terrified sounding, constant cries. I sunk my hands into my short black hair, and just shook while I continued to shriek like the emotional wreck I was. I wasn't sure how long my meltdown lasted. But what I did know was that, by the time it ended, my bacon, eggs, hash browns and maple sausage cooked in bacon grease was cold. I ate my cold breakfast, then rose my glass up to take a drink of the low fat milk which I had filled the cup to the brim with. With my breakfast devoured, it was now time to get my day started. I headed back to my room, opened the oak door that led to my bathroom, then headed inside the bathroom. I stripped myself of all my clothes, then I walked towards the shower, opened the glass door, and walked inside of the small room. I turned the knobs on, and let the hot water spray down onto me. I squatted down, picked up a bottle of Axe Phoenix shampoo, rose up, squirted it on top of my head, then lathered it in my hair, with my hands. Once again, my mind went back to Satana. I thought about when we showered together. How we had anal sex in the hot water, how I washed her beautiful, big ass, and how she teased me with her pussy. I shook my head, then forced my thoughts away and finished my shower as soon as possible. I was out in ten minutes. I draped a towel around myself, then stopped in front of the mirror to gaze at myself. What I saw saddened me. Although I had stayed youthful for the most part and the years had been good to me, countless sleepless nights, on the other hand, were not, and as a result, I had dark circles under my eyes. I looked tired. I glanced away, then reached for a stick of Degree deodorant and applied it under my arms. With that done, I left the bathroom, leaving a trail of water in my wake, to my bedroom. My closet was next to my TV. It was a walk-in closet My walk-in closet looked normal from the outside, but once the zebra-colored door was open, inside it was like a miniature, second room. Far more spacious than a normal walk-in closet, and appealing and comfortable enough you could sleep in or hand out around inside, for a while. There were four tall shelves inside my wide closet, each stacked next to each other, and each bearing a nice wooden finish. Each were filled with my clothes. I slowly went over my clothes; cuing every finger on my left except my index finger, as if counting, and waved it around back and forth, trying to make my decision for the day. I finally let my decision finger stop, and it landed on a pitch black, turtleneck shirt that completely covered the neck. My finger had made a good choice. After all, I heard on the weather the other day that a snowstorm was going to be coming in about two days. So since today was the first day, that meant it'd be here tomorrow. I grabbed a pair of matching black pants and shoes, then I walked out if the closet to return to my dresser to get a pair of socks and underwear for the day. I left my closet, then closed the door behind me. I walked over towards my black dresser, going through the top drawer, pulling out a blue pair if boxer briefs, and a clean pair of bright white, black socks. Once I had everything I needed, I put on my clothes. All that was left to do now was fix my hair and brush my teeth, which I nearly forgot to do. So I headed back into the bathroom. I stopped in front of my seashell-shaped sink, and took my favorite, unbreakable red comb, running it through my hair and brushing my short hair, with a few short bangs brushing down my forehead. Even though I was older now, I still preferred my old haircut. I sat the comb down and grabbed my tooth brush, applying toothpaste to it, and bringing the toothbrush up to my mouth. I was finally ready to start the day. I headed towards the glass, front door, and twisted the golden knob, opening the door, and left my house. In front of my garage, waiting for me, was my 1991, shiny red mustang. I got into the car, shoved the keys into ignition, started it up, put it in reverse while looking behind me to make sure no one was going by, turned the radio, and in a few moments, I was off. I headed downtown, the same place I met Satana. Now that I had a better paying job, I was able to go downtown more, even if I could only afford a very few things. It was still a nice place to go, and although most of the people were snooty since it was where the rich shopped, some of the better-off people were very friendly. "Demons." I muttered to myself. But was it really demons? Maybe it was just some dumbass kid who set someone on fire. As I pulled up into a parking-lot at the Army Surplus Store, unbuckled myself, and started to ponder on this, that possibly this wasn't a demon but some moronic human being with a taste for death, I heard the sound of footsteps. I turned my face to the source of the sound, breaking free of my thoughts, then, I think I felt fear overcome me. It was a woman. But I could tell by her eyes she wasn't just any woman, this wasn't a woman at all. A demon. She was dressed in a white corset that could barely hold her HH cup breasts, a pair of white panties, and white stockings, "Wanna talk, handsome?" "No." I quickly spat out. "Come here..." She said, seductively. "I said no!" I repeated again, louder. "Too bad, sweetie.." I was about to try and get out of the parking lot, when she smashed the window of my side of the car, the driver's window, shattering the glass. Right then and there I hit the gas in a panic, but it was too late. She pulled me out of the car, through the window, and threw me onto the ground, only to curve her lips into a sinister smile. "I've been looking for a big handsome guy. Although, I must admit," she gazed down at my crotch, "you're not as big as I'm used to...But you're a little above average. We'll still have some fun." Was Satan still at it? Before she had the chance to reach for my pants, I got up and put the distance between us. I ran, but before I got far, there she was, right in front of me, smiling and cackling ominously. "Stop running. I just want to feel your cock in my wet snatch." I shook my head without pause. What was I doing? I was a thirty three year old bodybuilder for fuck's sake, I bench-pressed THREE hundred and ten lbs. And I was here terrified of a silver-eyed, creamy white skinned woman with big tits? She drew closed. Soon she was standing right in front of me, tilting her head. "Go back to hell, you slut!" And with that line, I punched her clear across the face, despite my code of never hitting a girl. Then again, she was neither a girl or a woman. My punch landed, but she just stood there, only to allow her mouth to extend open, wide, and laugh maniacally, with laughter that only shook my nerves further. "That almost hurt." She confessed. "You're a tough one, hun." This couldn't be. I sent a strong punch, and it didn't even gaze her? I sent a kick to her face, but she shrugged that off to. When I went to punch her again, she caught my hand with her blazing hot, silky, white hand. I started crying out; not only was she crushing my hand, but her body heat was far hotter than Satana's, and it felt like her WHOLE body was a gigantic oven. I could actually hear my hand sizzling. "Now to carry out orders." Her right hand reached for my crotch. She grabbed my dick from in my pants, laughing in amusement at how it went hard right at her touch. "Satana!" I shouted out. "Don't bother. She's too busy." I was too weak and in too much pain to even ask what she meant by that, and just sat there, at her mercy, helpless. As she started to stroke me through my pants, suddenly she went flying backwards as if an invisible wind had hit her. "Chris, stay back." Ordered a voice. That wasn't Satana's voice. It was a tough voice, that was the strong, determined voice of a man. But I didn't recognize the voice. I obeyed the voice, and backed up, hoping my erection would cease. "You..." Struggled the female demon while she tried to get back up, from being knocked down. "You bastard, Adramelech!" Coming into view was a man dressed in a white suit, complete with a red tie, white suit pants, white boots, and a pair of clean, white silk gloves. He was quite tall, had a big neck, bigger than mine, had slicked back, golden brown hair, and depthless, pitch black eyes. "Lilitu. I told you before," his voice was laid back, "I'm no longer on His Lord Lucifer's side." "You'd take that bitch princess, Satana's side over HIS?" She shrieked with a sudden increase of volume, enraged and consumed by what he had just revealed. Lilitu got up, ran full blast towards him, but was punched right in the stomach, and flew back, smashing into my Mustang, denting it in the process. "Why are you here?" I inquired. Lilitu got back up, let out another screech, then ran towards Adramelech again, but without even looking and keeping his eyes on me, he caught her fist, overpowering her, and bringing her to outright tears. "Her Highness the princess, told me to come to your aid. I'm Adramelech, Chancellor of hell and former supervisor of Satan's wardrobe." Chancellor? Well, no wonder he was dressed so fancy. "You betrayed us for her...How dare you!" Adramelech just chuckled in mocking amusement at Lilitu's words, then crushed her hand further, only to knee her in the stomach, knocking her backwards onto the cement. "My loyalty lies with the princess." He said calmly. I watched him walked towards Lilitu in slow, confident, steps, taking his time to reach her, and once he did, I watched as he quickly thrust his hand into her stomach. "How...Could you..." "Sleep tight. In the pit.." "Traitor..." She managed out, before falling lifeless with her blood coating his gloved hands. Lilitu's body turned into a black mist, then she flew towards the ground. I could still hear her voice, and she was screaming horrified screams, for help, while the black mist evaporated onto the ground. "What happened to her?" I asked the obvious question, despite it sounding shaky. "She's gone to the pit of hellfire and brimstone." He calmly replied. I was about to ask something more, but then he continued. "With the other sinners and demons who were killed." The mere thought of that sent shivers all throughout my body, and made me feel weak. "We need to get out of here." He said. "Let's get you home." Why bother, I thought. These idiots would just keep coming after me. I knew what they were after. They wanted to rape me, so Satana would think I was cheating on her and never want to see me again...Or maybe worse. I got into my car. Adramelech got in on the passenger side and buckled himself up. I got in the car, and took a moment to think about what all just happened, with Lilitu, meeting the Chancellor of hell. "Are you all right?" He was concerned. "Y-yeah. I'm fine." I affirmed. "Very good. Let us be off, then." I buckled myself, started the car up, put it in reverse, then backed up, leaning back to gaze behind myself, and once again hit the road, now making my way back home. A Gift from Hell Ch. 02: Satana Returns "The princess told me much of you." "She did?" I glanced at him. "Yes. She said you're a good lover." "Anything else?" I was bright red "She can't stop thinking about you." I smiled when I heard this. So even now, even after all these years, Satana still hadn't forgotten about me. She still remembered. "Why hasn't she come back? Why did she leave me?" My face hardened. "It's confidential." He simply said. "Why?" I yelled. "It simply is. Just wait for her." "I've been waiting." My voce lowered. I had been waiting so long that I was falling apart piece by piece, and becoming emptier and emptier. It wasn't healthy. "She's coming to see you in two days." He told me with a smile on his face. She was coming back? I suddenly found myself smiling like an idiot at this point. Just thinking about that made me smile. I drove back home, and once we arrived, Adramelech carefully inspected everything, to make sure there were no demons stalking about, waiting to ambush me. "It's quite safe to enter." He announced. "Good to know." I was relieved. "If you get into trouble, call me.. I'll be acting as your guard until Her Highness arrives tomorrow." At least I didn't have to worry about anymore demons trying to...Rape me. Adramelech was a pretty tough guy, what, with the way he took out Lilitu without her even being able to lay a hand on him. "I will." I waved to him. "See that you do." He disappeared. It was good to be back home and away from all the demons who were all of the sudden after me. Satana would be back tomorrow. I wanted to do something special for her since I first fell for her. I just never knew what. Until now. "I'll make my house as romantic as possible." I muttered to myself. Rose petals would be a nice touch. Maybe buy a few candles, some incense, and start a nice hot bath in the second room located across from my master bedroom. The bath would have to wait, along with the dinner. There was no point doing either of those things until she arrived since it'd all get cold fast. Same went for the candles and incense. But I could buy all of those things anyways and just save them until she finally got here. Then it hit me. "I wasn't even warned what time." I shook my head and decided to just roll with it and do my best to make a guess on when she'd arrive. I had just got home, and yet I was leaving again. I returned to my yard, and closed the door behind me, locking both the lock, then the deadbolt at the top. I got into my Mustang, started it up, then put it in reverse. I was on the road again. One good thing was that a snowstorm was fixing to hit the town hard. This meant I would be able to spend as much time as possible with Satana, without being called for work. While I was driving, driving out of the neighborhood, I wrinkled my nose when my radio started acting up. "What the crap?" I scoffed. I tried to adjust the radio, but now it was giving me static. This was weird. I punched the radio, losing my temper, but that didn't do a single thing, not even make it worse. "What gives?" I let out a loud growl. I continued down the road, then my radio finally cleared up. "I need to get this replaced." And I had been needing to get it replaced for quite some time. Because it was quite old. I came to a stoplight and hit the break. I saw something out of the corner of my right eye when I reached the stoplight and hit the break. I could have sworn that I had seen some kind of figure, and it looked like it was human, a male a year or two younger than me, with blond hair and pink eyes, but then he was gone. "Just wait for the light to turn green, get to the store, and go home." I whispered in a hushed tone. I waited patiently for the light to turn green. I saw the figure out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned do look, the figure was gone once again, into thin air. "Please just turn green." I begged. I saw the figure again, but this time it was out of the corner of my left eye, rather than my right. I was becoming anxious by this point. Finally, as I waited desperately and silently prayed, the light went green, much to my own relief. I continued on to the store, and only saw the figure one more time before it completely stopped appearing before me. I arrived at Walmart, then, once inside, I started to gather the things that I needed to give Satana a romantic day with me. I was just about done when a little brunette girl with some of the prettiest emerald eyes I had ever seen, ran up to me and started talking to me. "Are you Chris?" She inquired. "Yes." I acknowledged, cautious. "Play with me?" She giggled. "I'm sorry." I apologized. "I'm busy." "You're a big meanie." She glared. This was obscene. What was with the kid? I'd never seen her before and here she was, puffing her cheeks, narrowing her eyebrows and making an angry scowl at me. I started to get a bad feeling. I paid for my things when it was my turn, and was thankful that it didn't take too long, since that little girl was giving me the creeps. I pushed my basket out to the car then put it with the other baskets. Just as I was about to get in my car, with my baskets, there came that little girl again, following me...Without any sort of supervision. "Wait!" She hostility ordered. "What do you want?" I snapped. "Play with me!" She yelled back. I saw her skin turn into a blackish color with scales, and then her eyes went yellow and serpentine. I dropped my bags. "I should have known." I sputtered. "You shoulda listened to her." I saw another person approaching us, and this one was a man, a man who looked just like... "I saw you." I quickly spat out. "How ya doing?" He grinned. "Just go away!" I barked. "Play with me!" The girl yelled. "Do what she asks." This was ridiculous. I went to get in my car, but the other guy stopped me and grabbed me by the shirt; his grin growing wider. He was about six foot, taller than me, probably about thirty two years old, had oily, shaggy hair blond hair, pink serpentine eyes, was almost completely naked, save for a thong of animal hide, and was quite muscular. "You're going nowhere." He cackled. I knew I didn't stand a chance. I just wasn't a match compared to a demon, but I'd take another swing anyways and try to inflict some damage on him. I wanted to at least say I tried, before I called for aid. So, while he was blocking my way to the car, I let my expression relax, putting on a poker face, then quickly threw a punch clear to his jaw. He seemed to wince, but then recovered in less than a second, and when he regained his composure, he simply started to laugh in amusement at my attempt to defend myself. The taller male laughed, shook his head, then returned fire, slugging me in the left cheek. I was ashamed of how easy I had the wind knocked out of myself, but surprised how durable I was, able to stay standing after that hit. "You shoulda listened to Lucifer." He slugged me again. I stayed standing, but then when the second hit came, and hit me in the stomach, I felt spit fly out of my mouth, then I went down. "Kill him!" Cheered the little girl. The taller man who was almost completely naked was satisfied with his beatdown and went to finish the job. "Adramelech!" I quickly called. In mere instants, there came Adramelech. He attacked the tallest man, grabbing his fist and crushing the bones in it, rendering his fist useless to him "Adramelech!" The man cowered. "Ahriman." Adramelech spoke. "Kill him, Ahriman, kill him!" "You picked the wrong fight, Chancellor." Ahriman's good hand, his right, started to glow with dark, purplish energy. Before Ahriman could use it, however, Adramelech crushed that hand as well, then punched a hole into his stomach. Ahriman dropped down to the ground; blood dropping out of him, then he turned into black mist, crying out as he evaporated into the ground. "Lilin." Adramelech stern addressed. "N-no...No!" She started crying. "It's time." His voice was blank. "I don't wanna go there, no, no!" He approached the little girl with absolute zero sympathy, and a lack of any real emotions on his face. Adramelech was walking slow, confident of his ability to kill the other demon, just as he was with Lilitu, then as she tried to run away, she was trapped in a purple fog. I hoped no one was seeing this, but I wasn't sure, since my eyes were only on Adramelech. I heard hysterical wailing coming from in the fog, as well as hard crying, then, when the fog cleared up, I watched while black mist was left behind, containing Lilin's anguish and dread, and then evaporate onto the cement. "Pick up your bags and get in. People may have seen that, and then, hysteria will break out." I did as he suggested and grabbed my two bags. I left once again, with him in the passenger seat, and we were once again on the road, for the very last time, for that day. Once I was out of the car, he approached me, stood straight in front of me, then started to speak to me. "Be more careful," he was calm, "they're all out to get you." With that said, he disappeared. That night, I put on my sleeping pants and removed the shirt from my chest, and covered up, falling asleep, eager to see my Satana again. The next day I waited a few hours. I wasn't given any specific time, but I figured that, when she did come, that it'd likely be at the afternoon. So at noon I sat everything up. I had countless candles lit, incense, flower petals that led to the bedroom and onto my lacy-edged bed, and some lights hanging above in the bathroom. So I waited. I waited a long time. I waited, and I waited, and I waited, hopeful she would show up, but then I realized, having waited till 11: 00, she wasn't coming. As snow fell outside, I suddenly felt a great deal of depression consume me once again. I left the food on the table, figuring I'd just throw it away in the morning, then I headed up stairs and put on my sleeping pants and a long-sleeved shirt that matched in color. I lay in bed, just listening to the raging wind and falling snow, outside my window. At 1: 00, I finally let my eyes close, murmuring her name, even though the times I said it before, she never came, and she probably wouldn't, this time, either. Drifting off to sleep at last; I felt heat course through my body, and something touched my left thigh, which of course stirred me to wake. I rose up from the bed, and looked around, but saw no one. I lay back down, then I felt something touch my thigh again, and this once again stirred me to open my eyes and raise back up, "Hey..." A voice as soft as honey, whispered to me. I looked over to my left...And there she was. It was her, Satana had finally returned, after all these long years. "You...Are Christopher, right?" "I am." I replied, putting on a smile. "Chris." She whispered quickly. She wrapped both arms around me, and then while I hugged her in the tightest embrace I had ever given her, as if I'd never see her again, I felt something big bumping into me. "Chris, I got big news." She beamed. "What?" I stared, puzzled. "I'm pregnant." Her smile stretched. "Pregnant?" I choked. "Yes." She tightened our hug. I felt my heart ache when she said that. She was pregnant, now? Then, during all that time away, she was cheating on me? "It's yours." She revealed. "M-mine? But...How?" She just giggled and kissed me. "Some demons won't get pregnant until several years later. Some get pregnant sooner, and some get pregnant at the rate a human woman does." She saw me eying her stomach, and this of course made her smirk with a smug look on her face. "I bet you're going wild, now, aren't you?" Her voice was confident. "I know you like watching pregnant girls getting banged." I looked away; turning the deepest red I've ever been before, staying silent and not commenting on her statement, even though it was true. "But that's not all..." She pulled my face back to hers, to meet with her face. Looking at her, I noticed she was naked, besides having on a nightgown that was red and completely see-through. She let the nightgown fall, and revealed to me not only her protruding stomach, but also, an increase in breast and nipple size. Turning around, she also revealed to me that her ass was a lot bigger than before, as well. I felt a stirring between my legs, and it poked the covers up. She wiggled her ass directly in my face, then turned back around. "When I got pregnant, my tits and my ass got a lot bigger." She wasn't lying. She had increased drastically since the last time. Well, maybe not TOO drastically, but she was way bigger. Her tits sagged even more, and I was positive they went from J cup, to K cup; they were gigantic. And her ass. Her rump must have been sixty one inches now. It was a lot fuller, thicker and rounder, too. She shifted her gaze towards the bed, then her black lips curved high to reveal her porcelain white teeth; a chuckle coming from her mouth. "Someone's excited about my new body." I didn't give her a chance to speak, and I quickly pulled her into the bed, into my chest, into my lonely, longing arms that needed to feel her heat. "Chris?" She looked into my eyes. "I waited so long for you..." I held her firmly against my form. "I kept hoping and praying you would return to me." She had a sudden look of sadness spreading across her face, but she was trying to fight it, with her smile twitching. "Baby. I'm sorry. Things happened. I wanted to come back sooner." I said nothing. I just held her; burying my face in her neck, just closing my eyes and focusing on that familiar heat that I became accustomed to from her. "You look different." She noted. "I'm thirty three years old." "Thirty...Three?" She gasped. I shook my head. "It's been nine or ten years. I'm human, Satana. I age, I get old." "I'm not bothered." She whispered. "You're not?" I was doubtful. "No. I think you're even more cute." "Just hold me.." I begged. "It's okay, baby..." She wrapped her arms around me, kissing my forehead sweetly; a slight burn being left behind when her lips touched my forehead. "You're still hard." She giggled. "It's fine." I said, assuring her. "No. Let me take care of it, please?" "All right..." I crooned. She pulled away from me. She pulled the covers away from me, reached her hands between my legs, then dragged my sleeping pants down my legs. She looked at my raging member, patted it softly to make it firmer, which she succeeded in doing, then hooked her thumbs on my boxer briefs and slid them down. "It's the least I can do." She cooed. She gently wrapped her hand around my shaft, and started to stroke up and down in careful, slow strokes. "Please forgive me. I promise I won't go anywhere without telling you, from now on." I turned my face to her own, and just stared into her eyes, those same red eyes I longed to see, and kept dreaming of. I missed her touch so much. "I'll make it up to you. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours, now." I reached out a hand, and gently cupped her left cheek with it; lightly rubbing the hot, red flesh with my fingertips. She smiled, and leaned against my hand, nuzzling against it lovingly while jacking me up and down. "I can't do this." She spilled. "I need you." "Please," I looked at her, "please." She removed her hand from my heating cock, and put on another breathtaking smile, removing her red nightgown and letting it fall to the ground. She pushed herself against me; her mountainous tits touching me and filling me with further heat, and then her protruding stomach further pushing against me. She inched her face towards mine, I did the same, moving my lips towards hers, then our lips finally met, and we kissed. My dick pushed hard against her round belly, but she focused on our kiss for now, but still lifted my shirt up over my shoulders, and threw it onto the floor. I inhaled her scent; reliving the first time I kissed her and her sweet smelling breath filled my nostrils. I reached my hands to her back, but she caught them, leading them to her breasts instead. She held my hands against her humongous sized weapons, and we continued to kiss. She screamed into my mouth, taking me by surprise, then I felt milk spray into my hand, breast milk. Our kiss was relaxed and non-hurried. But it wasn't before long we were kissing each other's lips madly, unable to become satisfied. I kissed her, putting all the heartbroken years I spent alone, single, waiting for her, seeking desperate refuge in her mouth, but unable to find complete rest. She of course returned my fervor. Her kissing the most ardent and driven I could remember it ever being. Our kissing was pure need. She released my hands, leading hers towards my abs; gently massaging with both hands, with her long nails gently poking into my muscles, but not quite tearing them. Our kissing grew to an ultimate wild, where, try as we may, we were unable to add any further urgency or speed. This continued, and soon I could hear myself breathing hoarsely into her mouth. She too, was breathing desperately into my mouth; and I could feel and taste all of her hot drool. She pulled her lips away and we just lay in the bed, trying our damnedest to catch what little breath we had left to spare. How long we were kissing, I came to the conclusion it was close to eight minutes. How we managed to kiss that long without needing air, I had no idea. "You really missed me." She laughed, breathlessly. "I needed you." My tone was soft. "Oh. You 'needed me', huh?" "I still need you.." I blushed. "I need you, too." She shyly spoke. I lay her back in the bed, then leaned down on her, attempting to insert myself into her. Her stomach provided complications. I was unable to do the missionary position we had done before. She was just too big. Satana looked away with a look of shame, embarrassment and sadness on her face; knowing her belly was too big for this position. "I'm just too fat." She almost cried. "No. Look. Get on top." She didn't say anything further than this. Satana quickly crawled on-top of me, and then straddled me. She took my erect dick into her right hand, then led me up her beautiful, soaking, black treasure. I extended inside of her. She instantly cried out when I went in, then took a heavy breath, bracing herself for all the riding she was about to commence. She started to ride me, her mouth opening to let out a moan while she bucked her hips, holding onto my waist. I reached my hands forward, and grabbed her two, titanic sized melons, pulling on them, which resulted in her screaming again. She was really sensitive now. I didn't know that much about pregnancy, but I knew one thing, her breasts were extremely sensitive now. "Harder." She ordered. "Grab harder." I grabbed them harder, then she started lactating on me, milk spraying out of her ginormous bazookas. She growled deeply, rekindling her aggressive and animalistic nature, gently bucking her hips while she bounced up and down. "Mmmh! Fuck, yes." She moaned. She stopped riding me, then gently moved her ass around in circles on my cock, causing her muscles to grow tighter around me, and trap me further inside. "Oh, shit." She breathed. She quickly went back to work, bucking her elephantine hips against my hard member while she covered me in hot juices. A Gift from Hell Ch. 02: Satana Returns "Mmm, oh yeah." She continued. I moved my milk-covered hands towards her nipples, and gently pinched them, and Satana screamed again, but pushed her lactating balloons into my hands, groaning through the pain. Her slow riding continued, but I wasn't in any hurry. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck your dick off. I'm going to show you how hungry for cock I've been." I released one of her nipples, then moved my left thumb between her legs, and touched her clit, massaging it softly, which made Satana groan in pleasure. The minutes ticked away, and soon, Satana was releasing all her repressed sexual needs and desires towards me, letting herself go wild and pound down on my cock. "Fuck!" She exclaimed; her breathing quickening. She grabbed my waist hard, and pushing back against me, shoving her ass hard against my balls. She leaned down onto me slightly, so her bulbous stomach was touching me, and fluttered her ass sixty one inch ass against my cock; her eyes staring at my eyes while she pounded herself against me. She rose back up, and dug her nails into me, letting a loud cry out while riding my member. "Oh, fuck, baby, yeah, yeah!" I heard my bed starting to creak and shake. I was starting to get worried that it might collapse, I mean, though I thought she looked sexy as fuck with her pregnancy enhancing her whole body, and loved every bit of it, she had to weigh a lot more, since her breasts and ass were so much huger, not to mention her stomach must have added to the weight. She grew rougher with her riding. I felt like she was going to split me in half, but I loved seeing her this way. "Mmmmm! Yeah." She grew louder. Her tits slapped the insides of my hands; swinging hard while she humped me like a wild animal. Growling, grunting each time she bounced, Satana threw out every possible swore she knew. Sweat was pouring down our faces. I just watched her; listening to her heavy breathing, and the beautiful songs she sang with each passing minute, while rubbing her clit and nipple. "Shit! Your cock's so good! MMmm!" "S-Satana, I'm going to..." "Fill me up, love! Come in me." I wanted, NEEDED to resist my urge to release in her. All these years I haven't seen her or made sweet love to her, I needed this, I needed her. I needed this moment. "Oh, oh, OH!" She shouted. Satana started riding me the most aggressive she possibly could, and was no longer moaning, but screaming. I released her breasts and clit, reaching my arms to grab her sides. "My pussy's on fire. I can't..." She hoarsely gasped, riding like a wild stallion. I listened to the wet smack. I saw a look of struggle on her face, resisting to come, but the inevitable happened. I squeezed her frame, and then felt my body heat up, and then, I surrendered to my body, and released a powerful torrent of jizz deep into her smoldering womb. That was the end of her battle. She yelled loudly, gushing on me around the same time I came. She got off my cock, then collapsed on me, and covered my chest in sweet, delicious, soft wet kisses. "I missed you.." She sniffled. "I didn't want to go on." I said. "Because of me?" Her eyes watered. "Yes. It was so hard." I could feel my eyes starting to fill up, and talking was difficult, because I felt a lump in my throat. "I'm sorry I put you through so much pain, baby.." She broke into tears. "You're here now." I pulled her close. She sighed in content when her body was next to mine, and she cuddled as close as she could. "You're still as young as you were when we first met. Twenty four." She did look the same. Her body may have became further enhanced, but she still looked just the same. "I missed feeling you..." She kissed my nipple. I ran my left hand through her hair, and rested my eyes; knowing I had my beautiful lover back. "Did you do all this?" She asked. "Do what?" I responded. "These rose petals and candles." "I did...I wanted it to be special." "Baby..." She cooed. Her mouth moved up to my mouth, and kissed me hard. I returned her aggressive kiss, and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her, but being careful not to hurt our child she was carrying. I pulled my lips away. "There's a snowstorm outside. It's really cold...Will you keep me warm?" I smiled gently at her. "I'd do anything to help my man." She replied in a giggly voice. She moved as close to me as she cold, pushing her mega tits against my body, her nipples hitting me and going instantly erect, then she wrapped both of her arms around me and pushed her snatch against my cock. "I'll keep you warm." She whispered in my ear. I felt my smile widen on my face when I felt her hot breath touch my ear, and I cuddled her as close as I could. I fell asleep, naked in bed with Satana. The covers weren't even needed, because her body was so naturally hot and acted as a natural heater for my own body. I, in return, kept her warm. I opened my eyes when my alarm went off, and yawned, hitting off on it, but then felt myself poking against Satana's snatch. She groaned, most likely feeling discomfort from the fact something dry was touching her. She woke up almost instantly, and I felt her hot, cinnamon and burning wood breath fill my nostrils when she came up for a kiss. She kissed me softly, only to pull her lips away. "I'm hungry.." She she smiled gently. "Want me to cook?" I asked. "I'm hungry for your cock." "I'd love that." I groggily encouraged. She nuzzled my chest with her left cheek, then placed another sweet, loving kiss on my lips, pulled away, then kissed me several more times in short repetitive bursts. She led her hand down to my wood, grasping it in her left hand and pumped up and down, making it harder and firmer. Her eyes stared focused on my organ, completely fixated on it. She licked her lips with her tongue, hungry and eager to take my meat into her mouth. She stroked just long enough to get me harder, then turned her back to me, and pressed her jumbo-sized caboose into my face, right into my face and started licking. I pulled her sixty one inch behind close to me, and she chuckled deeply at this. Placing one hand on each of her super monster cheeks, I held her butt firmly in my face, and allowed my tongue to extend forth. My face was as close as possible to her ass. I started to lick around the rim of her asshole, being careful not to touch the entrance which I had penetrated and abused so many times, years ago. I heard a loud gasp, but then a pleasured moan. I felt her tongue lick up and down on my shaft, coating every square-inch in saliva that burned slightly, up and down, and up and down again. I soon felt some pressure on my balls as I licked around her crack, and realized that she was using her mouth to suction my sac, pulling with her lips, then releasing again. "That feels great." I remarked. "Enjoying how I play with your balls?" She had a naughty tint to her tone. "I love it, baby." I answered, and flicked my tongue up and down, narrowly missing her crack. "Mmm...No one's ever done that before." She admitted through gasping breaths. I felt her try to take my balls into her mouth. She was chewing lightly on my sac, but was being just as gentle and careful as could be, making sure she caused me no injury, and only pleasure. The pleasure felt almost as good as when she'd take my head and shaft into her mouth. I could hear my breathing increase. She licked up and down on my sac, the feeling of a moist trail being left behind on my balls. Finally, I felt her succulent lips take me into her mouth, and starting to suck up and down, from head, to base. I felt myself grow in her mouth, then heard a seductive 'mmmmph!' My breathing further quickened when she started to suck; I could feel her mouth lightly pulling on the tip, as if Satana was trying to suck the semen right out, right then and there. I massaged her ass cheeks with my hands and fingers. How squishy and jello-like they were; the kind of ass that many guys always wanted, but could only dream of; the kind where the cheeks do jumping jacks each time they buck. I could already feel her nectar trinkling down onto my chest, leaving a wet trail that traveled down my body. I moved my face away from her anus, and moved towards her pitch-black pussy. She was having her treat, now it was time I had mine. I brought my left finger up to her butt, and curled all but my index finger, jamming it into her asshole, anally fingering her. She cried out, sucking harder on my tool as a response, and trinkled more on me, but this time it went right into my wanting mouth. I swallowed it all, licking my lips once it was gone, and then proceeded to feast on her black fruit; licking and biting. She growled, but then her growl turned into a low moan, and she pushed against me with her bottom; humping my face. I used careful, focused, slow licks, tasting her sweetly flavored juice. Satana increased her mouth's friction on my dick, becoming more aggressive and eager with her sucking, soon just slurping loudly on it. She yelled again, gagging on my pole as a result, when my finger dug deeper into her crack. She sucked down all the way towards my balls, gasping for air, then came back up again, devouring my head. I could feel her breath on my digger, it was more noticeable now more than ever, it was hotter, and more ragged. She took me all the way into her throat, and sucked furiously on me. I felt it. In order to make up for falling so far behind, I licked and bit harder and quicker, wanting to catch up to her pace, even though I realized I was very far behind. My prick exploded in her mouth, filling her throat with rapid torrents of come shooting into her. She gagged over my sticky snack, but swallowed as much as she could, with nothing short of sheer delight. Moments later, with a loud yell, she came all over my face. I tried to drink as much of it up as I could. Her womanly juice was sweet, like candy. Satana turned to face me; come dripping down her mouth while she hurriedly tried her best to keep any from escaping; licking the milky mess up with a look of determination. She frowned in disappointment when a drop of semen escaped her longing mouth, and dropped onto the bed, but she tried to lick it up, creating a small hole in my bed with her fiery tongue. She sucked me more, sucking as hard as she could, moaning and growling, trying to vacuum out every tiny last drop. When her mouth released my penis, she gasped for air. "I still want more." She frowned. She curled up against me, nuzzling her head against my chest, purring quietly while she did so. "I missed my man." She cooed. "I missed my woman." I smiled. "Mmm hmm." She kissed my belly. She lifted her giant-sized left breast up, and gave me the 'come hither' sign, grinning widely. I obeyed, and leaned my face forward, opening my mouth, and took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, suckling on her black nipple. She winced, then shouted, at my roughness. She was sensitive. But she still had a look of pleasure on her face. "Wow, baby. You must've been thirsty." She noted with a dark giggle. "My milk," she spoke, "it's all yours." She pushed her monstrous jug further against me, forcing her lactating nipple deeper into my mouth. "Ahh. Baby...I love it when you suck my tits." She melted. I grabbed her right breast and started to play with her areola, gently pushing it back with my thumb, then back down again. I was so thirsty that I wanted to suck both nipples, but knew I couldn't. "Mmm." She lustfully cooed. My appetite for her grew by the seconds, and soon my suckling was getting harder, and she was getting louder. "My pussy's so wet!" She exclaimed. Nursing me with her tit, she took my right hand away from her breast and led it to her leaky fruit. I thrust two fingers deep into her love-tunnel, gently working them in and out, drinking her delicious breast milk in contentment. I ran a few fingers from my free hand, through her silky black locks. I loved the way her hair felt against my fingertips. "Yes, yes baby! Finger my wet cunt." She lustily begged; her mouth watering at my touch. She started humping my hand, and that's when I knew that I had to do something else. I released her nipple; then planted a quick kiss on her lips. I pulled my hand away and then grasped her own hand with mine, gently raising off the bed. "Honey, please. Give me more." "Baby," I kissed her, "I'm going to." I led her down to the living room, ignoring her dripping juice, where I sat her on my velvet couch. Her eyes were pleading me to fulfill her unquenchable desire, and make love to her. She kneeled down on the couch, with her big belly facing the end, then I took my erect cock into my hand, leading it into her tight asshole. "Fuck!" She whined, the moment I entered her ass. "I missed this. Having you tear me up." She told me, joy in her excited tone. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and slammed into her; my first thrust being made. I had almost forgot how tight Satana's ass was, why I loved doing anal with her more than any other position; her ass was far more tighter than her cunt was. It was a lot firmer and tighter than I remembered. "Holy fuck." She hissed loudly. "You like that?" I smacked her ass. "Fucking shit, yes!" She growled. "Fuck that fat ass, Chris!" She demanded with every bit of authority; the lust burning as deep as her home world's flames, in her seductive mouth. "Give it to me. Make me bleed all over this couch." She was getting more forceful and demanding as the minutes went on, and I was starting to like this side of her. I sent a powerful thrust into her juicy, sixty one inch, monster of an ass, and she howled in pleasure. "Damn. Yeah. Fuck me hard." I thrust into her again, and smacked her red ass harder. It bounced. She swore again; her lust still just as strong as it was before, and burning even brighter and stronger. "This makes me feel so dirty. Having a big, strong man like you, inside my ass, giving me an ass pounding." I picked up speed in her. Soon my balls were slapping her thick ass, while my dick plunged in and out. She snarled when I picked up speed; her breathing becoming ragged, mixed in with screams and the sounds of wild beasts. "Jam that cock in my caboose!" She ordered again, and started screaming. I couldn't get over how tight she was. Even after all these years, I was amazed. I just wanted to anally fuck her all day long, just to feel that amazing monster-sized mound. "Harder, baby. Show me how much you've been suffering all these years. Show me your frustration, your pent up, repressed, sexual desire." With her voice at it's all time most seductive, and the lust clearly consuming her like the lake itself, I decided to let go. I listened to her words and did as she asked. I was going to be extra rough with her. I sent another thrust into her, bucking my hips wildly, but this time I actually jerked her body back into me. Satana loudly gasped in surprise. I pulled out of her, then mercilessly speared into her, jamming my cock so hard and quick up her ass, I felt my body tremble from the force. "Show me how bad you've wanted me all these years." Her breathing quickened even further. I pulled out, then slammed into her again, this time even harder and more merciless than last time. Satana shrieked and moaned. "Show me how bad you wanted to be inside me." She continued to encourage, drawing out more of my sexual tension. I fucked her harder. She screamed louder than last time, but her juicy hips were still bouncing and dancing at super speeds. She needed no further encouragement from there. All my desires for her had been unbound. And I was going to show her just how much I missed her. She threw a string of constant grade-A swears out most of them being 'fuck' and 'shit' repeated over and over and over again, in a very horse voice. She turned to look back at me with tears rolling down her cheeks, and screamed my name at the highest form of pleasure while I jackhammered her generous bulb. Blood started to trinkle from her crack; dripping down onto my cock. "Please, please," she repeated in desperation, teeth clenched, "don't hold back. I want all of your frustration and lust." I was trying to catch my breath, and I reached my max speed and strength. Her screaming was non-stop now, endless and without even the slightest bit of a pause. She screeched my name at the top of her lungs, only to gush all around me and the couch. I pulled out of her mound, and came all over the outside of her sweet ass. Now that we had finished having sex, I started to feel bad and wondered if I went to far. "Are you okay?" I asked, pulling out of her. She turned to face me, tears falling, and blood clearly seeping onto my couch. What had I done? "That felt really good." She panted. "Never been fucked that hard, except once." I was relieved she found it more pleasurable than painful. She threw herself into me, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her forehead. "I'm never being that rough with you again. I love you." "I love you, too." She panted out. "Don't say that. I loved it." She pushed herself further against my body, and deeper and further into my arms, resting her head on my chest. "You're beautiful." I whispered quietly into her ear, parting a few mouse strands of hair from her face. "I'm happy you think I'm attractive." She licked my chest. I leaned my head against hers. We just sat there on the couch, cuddled up together and enjoying each other's company. All I wanted was to feel her naturally hot flesh, against mine. I still had some candles and incense from when I had gone shopping, I think I still had enough to try this again. So I got dressed and tried again. I had her wait in the second bedroom and put her gown back on, but told her not to worry about cleaning herself up from our fluids, and to wait, since I had something planned for her in the bedroom. Once I had finally overwhelmed the room with a variety of different scents, I then went to the second bedroom and took her by the hand. She immediately started to snuff around; a look of delight spreading across her candy apple red face. I led her to the kitchen first. Maybe it wasn't a romantic dinner awaiting her, but I hoped a romantic breakfast could be a good substitute. When we reached the table, she sat down, and I scooted her seat into the table. She stared at the plate of bacon, eggs, sausage and hash-browns, then unwrapped her napkin to reveal the silverware inside it. Everything had already been cut up for her. "You did this all, for me?" She asked, practically speechless from what I had done. "I had been planning this. I wanted to show you a good time since we never had the chance to go out." Satana was beaming twenty-four-seven, looking at all the candles that had been lit up all around her. "Would you feed me?" She asked, her voice soft and smooth. I nodded my head happily. I pulled a seat next to her and say down, right beside her. I took her fork, then, while she locked onto my eyes, stabbed the fork into the eggs and brought it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth, and took the food in, chewing thoroughly, a lot more than I usually would. "You're so sweet." She touched my cheek with her hand, but then opened again as the fork approached her mouth once more. A Gift from Hell Ch. 02: Satana Returns She devoured the eggs from the fork, chewing and then swallowing. She opened her mouth again, awaiting the next bite. I stabbed the fork into a piece of sausage, then brought it to her mouth. When the sausage had been fully chewed and swallowed, Satana pulled me closer, closing her mouth. "You're a good cook." She winked. "Well, thank you." I blushed. "Let me do something for you?" "Like what?" I stared, puzzled. I thought Satana was out of tricks, but then, coming forth from her lips, was a several inch, black tongue, with a slight point on the end. She leaned forward slightly into me, and dragged it across my lips. I fell back in the chair, caught off guard and somewhat creeped out, and hit the hard floor, groaning in pain. "I-I'm so sorry, baby!" She spat out. I just lay there, but then rose up to my feet, rubbing the back of my head while staring at her long tongue. It must have at least been an inch or three longer than my own dick. I felt kind of upstaged by it. She took her tongue back into her mouth with a loud 'slurp', then it seemed like her tongue had returned to normal size. Having regained my composure, I took the fork into my hand and resumed feeding her. She never took her eyes off me. She had allowed herself to become completely lost in my gaze. "I love you." Her words were smooth. I kissed her shoulder. Once she finished her plate, I led her to the bathroom, where I had prepared her a nice, hot, bath, covered in rose petals and milk and honey scented bubbles. She inhaled the scent, let a loud 'MMmmm' out upon the scent filling her nostrils. I removed her see-through gown from her pregnant body. I stripped myself of all of my clothes, then walked up to the big, lotus tub, helping her in. Her mouth dropped open when she felt the heat, but then she relaxed, gently sitting in the tub with me. Releasing her hands, I took a bottle of liquid, minty soap and squired it into my hands, lathering it into a soap form before touching her elephantine knockers. "You're going to make me wet..." She closed her eyes to my touch, relaxing while my hands went to work; massaging her breasts. I leaned forward placing my lips around her neck, kissing the fiery flesh that I had become used to feeling. She sighed in pleasure. "I wish we never had to be a part.." She mused. "Sweetie, kiss my nipple." I did as she ordered. I pushed my lips against her left nipple, kissing it lovingly. She shuddered. She was so sexual. Most might think negative of her got this, but I realized, like she told me when we first met, her sex drive was very high. Satana had a strong lust and desire for sex that overshadowed any woman I had ever met. But I understood. She was a demon. She needed sex more than most people. It hit me then, that when I first met her downtown, that she had gone unfulfilled. No one had engaged in sexual activity with her, and that was why she was so aggressive when we got back to my apartment. Then again, she also said she had been waiting years to have sex with me. So maybe it was the heat of finally having that chance. "I'm getting so wet." She wrapped her arms around me. "I feel bad. I don't want to make this all about a good fuck. You went through all this trouble...Just to welcome me home." I really wasn't complaining though. Yes, I have lesser limits than her, I got tired faster, and this would probably be close to our last time having sex for the day. "I'm so selfish." Her tone dropped. I pulled my mouth from her nipple, and slid my hand into the water, curled all fingers but my left index, then slid my finger into her opening. She whimpered. "You're not selfish. You're just more durable than us humans are. You need more pleasure then we do." I understood her pain. When she was gone, it was nearly impossible for me not to think about sliding into her, and pumping in and out of her gorgeous body. "Your finger feels good." She spoke into my ear. I took my finger away. "Ride me." I stared her in the face, but then I gave her a look of permission, urging her to use me to fulfill her needs. "Thank you, my love." She took my stick into her hand, stroked it up and down in the water, then led me into her slippery tunnel. I grabbed her sides, holding onto her, extending my length inside of her while she pushed her hips against me, backing herself into my pole. Satana removed one hand from my waist, reaching her hand back to her hair, and pushing her long black hair back, only to return her hands to rest on me. She bounced her hips gently on me, lifting herself up and down slowly, at a relaxed rate. I gazed up at her face, watching her mouth open slightly while she gently bounced up and down in brief bursts. "Unhh..." Her tone was quiet. She started to pick up speed and power, her bursts become more frequent and higher. She leaned down slightly so her breasts were in my face, giggling when they started smacking my chest, giving a small wink. "Just as tight as ever." I breathed. "Tight just for you." She giggled more. She pushed forward onto me, stimulating my raging member further with her hips, grinning widely at me the while time. She placed both hands on her breasts, and squeezed them, making sure I was watching, then moaned loudly in pleasure at her own touch. I pushed her hands away, and grabbed both tits, pushing them against each other and then bouncing them in my hand. She successfully lured me in. She reached both hands down and grabbed my chest, soon getting even more aggressive. Pushing her butt back, far against me, she leaned forward and just grinded her ass over my cock, leaning down to engage in a fierce kiss. She jammed her tongue violently down my throat, I choked, but wiggled against her tongue, rubbing and pulling on her bosoms. She lustfully Frenched me for a long time for seconds, but then came back up, sat up, and bounced up and down. Her sounds of pleasure were growing loud while she bounced higher into the air, only to come back down again. She stopped; her riding ceasing and she just grinded her ass hard against me. Grinding herself on me, Satana's tongue flipped out of her mouth; dripping with saliva with each time her ass backed into my cock. It wasn't long till she was riding again. She dug her nails into my chest, riding with no further pauses, and being anything BUT gentle. Her tongue extended. It was the same trick she had done from before, her tongue growing impossibly long. Her tongue darted towards my face, but her expression, her look of reassurance and comfort, managed to shake my uncertainty away, and I opened my mouth for her black tongue. I went red when I felt it bulge inside my mouth, but kept reminding myself it was the tongue of my beautiful, loving Satana. I sucked on her tongue, closing my eyes, still playing with her marshmallow-textured breasts. As absurd as our sexual activities were becoming, I was trying to be open to Satana's new experiments. "I can't get enough of you." Her voice shook with pleasure, a moan almost stopping her words. She bucked herself wildly. She wasn't short on her moans, and by now they were deep and guttural, making it quite clear that she was nearing the end of her endurance. She swirled her long, black tongue around in my mouth, then proceeded to shove it down my throat. It was the weirdest thing I ever felt. And yet, it was kind of arousing. I sucked harder on her tongue; wanting to do everything I possibly could do, to please my possible-future wife. Her tits bounced up and down; trembling with the rest of her body, and pounding down painfully onto me with their massive weight. I swallowed. I felt like if I didn't, I'd choke on her drool. And there was certainly a lot of that dripping off her tongue. Her tongue continued to bulge in my mouth. Finally, with one last bounce, we both came. Satana burst around me, and I released my hot liquid deep into her, filling her up with semen. She climbed off me, then lay down on top of me, pushing her jumbo marshmallow jugs against me, still exploring my mouth with her extra long tongue, and snuggled me. She was enjoying it, but so was I. She closed her eyes, and so did I; we were just tasting each other. I blushed by how turned on I was by this, and blushed even harder when I moaned, feeling her tongue travel deep down my throat. I wasn't much of a moaner. I gagged, and she quickly pulled her tongue back up, so it only wandered around where my tongue was. She pulled her tongue out of my mouth, and grinned. "I can see your vanilla floating around." She commented; her voice shaking with laughter. "And I can see yours floating around." I laughed. We both broke out into laughter. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed, even though it wasn't really that funny. "I needed that fuck." She panted. "You went crazy." I was still laughing. "My pussy was aching." She pouted. "Is it still aching?" I tilted my head. Satana looked away, averting her gaze. Obviously so. She didn't want to make our relationship seem entirely based on sex I respected that. But I also respected she had an extremely sexual and lustful nature, that her needs were much greater than mine. I reached my right hand up, and placed it under her chin, making her look at me. She had a look of guilt on her face. I reached my left hand down, and thrust it into her still messy, pussy, curling all but two fingers, and fingered her sweet little cunt. It didn't take long before the sounds of pleasure and desire escaped her black lips again. "You're so good to me, sweetie." She spoke in a honeyed voice. I kissed her. I fingered her for a few minutes, and then she filled the tub up even more with her nectar, while singing her beautiful songs of pleasure. I took her left breast and brought it to my mouth. Her mouth opened to let a moan out, and she reached down, grabbing my cock, stroking it. "Damn, I love you." She grinned wide. I removed my mouth from her nipple, and came back for a quick suck; a 'kissing' sound being made when I suckled on her. She panted in ecstasy, stroking my dick harder, pulling me forward to bury me and trap me in her tits. She chuckled deeply, only to moan again. "You're such a good tit sucker." She breathed. "My thirsty man. Mmm. Suck those fat tits." I sucked harder; wanting her milk to fill my mouth. I was thirsty for her, again. I squeezed on her nipple with my mouth; breathing heavy against her gelatinous flesh. I wanted her milk. I wanted every last drop of her milk. She let out a deep, pleased breath; pleasure clear on her features. "Pinch my nipples." She ordered. I grabbed her free breast with my other hand, and pinched her nipple hard, causing her to both cry out, and her milk to shoot out into my face. She stroked me up and down quicker, practically shaking my pole in her hands with how roughly she was jerking me off. I felt a large stream of milk run down my throat. This made me sigh in delight. Her rich milk. "Suck harder. Pull my nipples off, baby." I did as she asked. I suckled harder, pulling hard on her nipple with my mouth, tugging her breast forward with my pull. She screamed. I felt her stroking increase. My cock was getting so hot. I was so close to jizzing all over in the tub. "I want your jizz in my mouth." She breathed; her fingers gently massaging the head of my meat while she jerked me. She stroked me up and down slowly with her hand, and whipped her head back. I suckled and suckled, but it wasn't long before Satana arched her back, and squirted rapidly in the tub. "Even sucking my tits you make me explode.." She laughed deeply. I leaned back in the tub, that way Satana would be able to reach my erection without having to bend down too much. Her belly had to have been heavy. "I'm just so horny." She spoke, leaning her face towards my meat. She didn't bother licking, and instead just grabbed my dick in her left hand and took me directly into her watering mouth. Satana sucked aggressively, feasting like a person who had been starving themselves like a week. She bopped her head up and down quickly, slurping and sucking loudly without a damn in the world. "Fuck.." She moaned over my dick. She stroked up and down, while her head bopped up and down on my organ, slurping loud on the head, and then taking more of me in. "Mmmph!" She moaned again. "That feels so good." I panted. She moved her mouth up and down my shaft, taking me deeper into her mouth. She seemed to grow hungrier by the second, because she was bopping and sucking as quick as she could. I felt a little bit of precum come out. She pulled her head away, coming up for some much needed, desperate air, smiled over at me, then dive back down again; her starving mouth taking me back in. She jerked her head up and down; breathing breathlessly against my dick and growing even sloppier by the minute. I just lay there; watching her gargantuan, wet, shiny tits heaving up and down with her aggressive sucking. Her moaning grew shallower as she took me further down her throat, deep throating me. I slid a hand down under the water and fingered her snatch with my index finger, to help further stimulate her desire. She gasped loudly, then took me as deep as she could. I fingered her faster; thrusting my finger in and out of her slippery, wet cunt. I tried to resist my urges to come in her mouth. I wanted to please her and help her release as much desire that she had. But I couldn't take it anymore. Letting out one, last, final heavy breath, I erupted inside her mouth; filling her up with hot jizz. Satana gagged, and let out a muffled shout, but she tried to swallow every last drop of vanilla. When I pulled out of her mouth, I had a string of come sticking to my head. She engulfed me with her whole mouth again, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked; she sucked every tiny last drop out, and cleaned my head with her tongue. I was still hard. "This is the last time for the day. After this, I need to rest. I can only go so many times in one day." She looked disappointed, but that quickly faded away when she leaned forward, making her colossal tits sandwich my stick. "I fucking love you, baby." Her voice trembled with joy while she licked her lips. She jiggled her boobs against my erection, slapping my buried cock with her humongous walls of pillow-soft flesh. She started grinding her body, which in turn made her hooters grind against my cock. "You like that, baby?" Her voice was seductive. I expelled. "Words can't describe..." The feeling, it made me feel like I was melting. Her jiggly soft flesh sandwiching my organ, grinding against it, and that naughty, yet innocent smile she had on her face. It was amazing. She devoured me into her mouth again, still bouncing her bazookas up and down on my dick. I bit my lip from all the pleasure she was giving me. "Did you ever think you'd bang a girl like me?" She inquired; her voice mischievous while she popped my cock out of her mouth. "Never." I exhaled. "But, shit, how glad I am to have. Fuck every other girl out there. You're perfect for me." I saw her smile broaden. It revealed her flawlessly white teeth. "Honey, you'll have an EXTREMELY active sex life with me around." I didn't doubt that. Satana was a sheer fiend when it came to sex. She wasn't only aggressive and gave me the best nights of sex of my entire life, but her drive was so high that it seemed like our sex was nearly endless. I was going to be all milked out for the night. She bounced her flesh bags on me a while longer, but then gripped her tits, holding them together. "Titfuck me!" She ordered. I slowly moved myself up and down between her bosoms, thrusting up and down, buried beneath her unbelievable amounts of cleavage. "Mm..." She purred. She licked the tip. She pushed my hands away, then, using her melons, held my manhood firmly in her softies, and then grabbed both of her boobs, held them firmly, then started to push them up and down, adding immense friction. I sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled sharply. Satana's smile seemed to increase on her face while she shook her bells up and down; keeping my man-rod perfectly squashed and smeared between her. "Shit.." I forced out of my mouth. "I want it all out." She smirked. She stopped shaking her bags up and down and simply massaged me slowly with each bosom. "I'm gonna come all over you." "Mmm...Promise?" She moaned. She quickly went back to shaking up and down with me in between, determined to make me release release my spunk all over her. "Look at me.." Her voice was silky smooth. I looked into her eyes, reaching my left hand to cup her beautiful cheek, and just rub my fingertips along it's corners. Her breathing was ragged. Soft, delicious little moans escaped her plump lips, and sweat trailed down her features, right on down to her precum drizzled bra busters. "So hungry for your vanilla drink." She pushed out of her wearisome mouth. The heat in my body became too unbearable and I knew that was the end of my final session for the day. "Come for me, my love." I bit down hard on my lip, and erupted right then, when she opened her mouth. I spurted repetitively all over her super-sized milk tanks; sighing a heaving breath of relief from releasing my mess. I was completely breathless and exhausted beyond any fatigue I felt before. She swallowed what jizz she could, licked her spicy lips, then blew a hot breath onto my flaccid cock. She nodded in satisfaction. I had covered her tits in sticky seed; trails and drops sticking to her breasts and nipples, and even her hair, nose and cheeks. Panting and sucking in air, Satana leaned her head against my shoulder in contentment. "Thank you." She spoke into my ear. She nuzzled again my shoulder, planting small kisses on my flesh to show her appreciation for helping her relieve herself. I leaned my head back against the wall, just closing and resting my eyes. "It feels so good to have sex again." She mused. When we got out, we dried off, but we didn't even bother putting on clothes and getting dressed again. I was exhausted. We headed back to the room and I crawled in bed, in need of another nap. "I can't sleep without my bear." "Bear?" She rose a brow, confused. "You.." My voice fell soft and tender. She shook her head with a wide, white smile, then grabbed me tightly with both arms, and pushed herself against me. "My love.." She murmured, lovesick. She drew in close, and our lips locked. We kissed each other slowly and relaxed, in a controlled kiss. I loved the texture of her spicy lips. I fell asleep cuddled up with Satana as the only thing to keep me warm during the stormy, freezing, cold winter storm. Her body kept every inch of my body perfectly heated, and I added extra warmth to her body. When I woke up the next day, the first thing she did was treat me to some of her ever-oozing and ready, demon milk, letting me get my fill, which was a long good while. Then she let me feast on her black peach, and then quenched my thirst with it's sweet juice. Getting on her knees so I had entrance to her rump, Satana eagerly awaited my meat to impale her giant caboose. I did, and sent my first strong thrust into her, making her yelp, before sending several other thrusts into her. This was our first time doing doggy. A Gift from Hell Ch. 02: Satana Returns Bouncing her ass up and down, flapping it on my cock, causing the fat on her ass to jiggle, Satana yelled my name; shaking her ass. But a revelation she was about to make would shatter our session of doggy sex. "M-m-my-f-father has started a war. He's furious with you, at both of us. He thinks it's sick I let you fuck me, and that we're in love." I stopped my pounding in her juicy tomato, and stood there, shocked by what she was telling me. She panted in temporary respite, groaning quietly. My erection rested inside her hole. "That'd explain why I had those demons attack me. Both those years who, and a few days ago." It all made sense. "It's Armageddon." She breathed. "Shit." I spat out. "Well, fuck your father. He can keep watching what we're doing." She clawed the covers and sheets upon feeling me digging deep into her again. "Damn it, love. Screw me hard." I fucked her hard, drawing out shrieks and moans from my demon lover's mouth with each thrust. "Damn it!" She howled. "I fucking love this!" She backed further into me, pushing herself harder against my meat for an even tighter fit. Her moaning was soft and delicate, but growing in sound, delicious and very pleasing to my ears. It sort of reminded me of the 'models' in the videos I watched online; how the girls had these soft, attractive, yet sexy moans, only, from Satana, it was that much more arousing. With each thrust I made inside her, the sound reminded me of the clip-clopping of a horse. I grabbed her left ass cheek for support, and just let my dagger pound away deep inside my demoness' tight crack. "Tear me up." Her voice was shaky. "I'm gonna split you in half." "Please, please do!" She screeched. Soon the 'clip-clopping' sounded more like: 'clop, clop, clop, clop.' "Oh, yeah, oh...Yeah, baby. Give it to me, baby, give it to me. My ass, yes!" Her ass continued to dance on me. Her cute little soft moans grew louder, mixing in with frantic panting. I breathed deeply, working myself inside her, punishing her ass with each thrust. "O-OH!" She cried, pushing further into me, and bouncing her hips harder against my dick which was so far in her. "Ah! AAAH!" She was tearing my bed with her hands. "I'm going to explode." She gasped. Fucking her like a savage, I soon shot a big, thick wad into her sexy ass, breathing deeply at the relief I felt, while she cried out, letting her pussy release it's juices and flooding my bed with her sweet juice. I pulled out of her ravaged, candy-apple red mound, and stroke out a few final squirts all over her phat cheeks. Pulling her into my arms, I held her close to my chest and engaged into a slow kiss with her. Things were about to get dangerous around here. The demons were about to be infesting the human world, and soon, nobody would be safe from them. Satan had started a path of chaos. A Gift from Hell Ch. 03: Nearing the End Hey guys. Hope you all had a good Christmas and are having a good New Year. I apologize that I haven't submitted anything for a while and would like to inform you all I've been struggling with putting stories together from a combination of laziness and writer's block. I'm not fully satisfied with this, but wanted to get it out to my small fanbase and possibly new fans. This is mostly sex, but I'll try a harder attempt to make the fourth chapter more story oriented. So think of it like this: You'll be getting lots of sex to make up for what will ultimately be mostly story. That said, I hope you enjoy this. I'll try and get to work on chapter four soon. ***** I was starting to wonder just how far Satan's sanity reached, whether there was actually any real limits or not. I really didn't understand why he was doing this to us. Why he was so, lack of a better word, 'hellbent' on making my life a living nightmare full of anxiety and paranoia. He was the one in the first place who told me that his daughter had escaped Hell. That kind of sounded like an invitation when one really thought about it, I mean it was like: 'My daughter has gone to the human world. Why not hook up and date her?' That's how it really seemed. But no. After teasing me about her escaping, and telling me how much he supposedly 'loved' me in Heaven, Satan tells me that he'll make my life miserable if I make any sort of move on his daughter. I had to stop and ask myself: What happens next? I defied Satan and didn't heed his warning. I've been sleeping with his daughter several times a day, and fell deeply in love with her. He's tried to have me raped a few times, and even killed, but none of those plans quite worked out, because with Adramelech and Satana, there was little he could do to me, since they were two of the biggest badasses I'd ever seen and had easily wiped out plenty of his cronies. So what did he have in store? Maybe if I had stayed away from Satana, none of this would be happening to me. I'd be safe at home not having to worry about a bunch of buxomy demons trying to fuck me, and I'd be safe from any male demons trying to crush my puny little human body. But if I had, I wouldn't have such a passionate lover and sex partner. I'd still be in my room rubbing it out to hardcore and soft core porn on my computer, and wouldn't be stretching a tight, blazing pussy and ass multiple times every day. "F--f--FUCK!" Screamed Satana. She backed into my cock; her ass cheeks jiggling and gliding with each thrust I sent into her tight pussy. "My tits feel like they're going to fly right off! Damn, Chris! Give it to me, tear me up." Her voice was horse; her words struggling to get through past her lips that were trembling in pleasure. "Spank me! Spank my ass." I started to thrust quicker in and out of her while she grabbed the sheets; tearing them in half while I tormented her black fruit. I sent a hard smack to her left, candy apple ass cheek, and Satana screamed, begging for more while she worked her hips. "C--Chris." She shakily spoke. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed while she tried desperately to stabilize herself, but she wasn't succeeding much; all she was succeeding in was tearing a new set of sheets for the fifth time. A loud and rather aggressive 'HOOOOGGHH!' Like growl/grunt escaped her cherry red lips while I pounded the shit out of her. "It hurts...It hurts so damn good." She whimpered; gliding and bouncing her huge red ass against me while she continued to scream. I spanked her again. She showed her appreciation by screaming even louder and jiggling her cheeks faster. "Oh, fuck. Fucking destroy me." I smacked her ass again, and Satana howled further in pleasure, gasping desperately in between breaths while pushing herself against me to meet my thrusts. "I love how you fuck me, baby." She hoarsely forced out, fighting and forcing her way past a painful moan. "I LOVE IT!" She pushed herself harder against my cock, gliding it and shaking her cheeks wilder with each stab that jolted into her black snatch. "My pussy. My pussy's so hot." She moaned out through heaving breaths; rocking herself back and forth against me while her moans became more desperate and lustful. "Oh, SHIT, Chris!" She turned to look back at me, her teeth gritted, and loud 'OOOHHHGHH's escaping her lips while she shook her titanic-sized ass. "H-HARDER!" She ordered with authority. "I want to bleed." Satana started to growl with each sharp stab that went into her; her voice deep and husky with each of the loud moans that escaped her gritted teeth. "Make me bleed! Make me bleed! I want it, I want my pussy torn to SHREDS!" She growled louder. She screamed when she felt my hand squeezing her red ass cheek, pumping in and out of her as painful, torturous, and quick as possible, and slammed into me while my balls smacked her ass. "SHIT!" She started growling louder. Drool seeped from her mouth; falling past her full, black lips, and creating a small pool in the bed that she was being violently pulled back and forth in. "My pussy is so sore..." She snarled. I couldn't focus my mind on anything else but the punishment I was giving her tight, wet pussy, and her demonic growling that seemed as endless as my thrusts. "OOOOGHH!" She tore the sheets more. "MY PUSSY!" She yelled. "Tear it." I exhaled sharply, then exhaled again only this time repetitively, wiping a few drops of sweat off of my face and continued to pump myself in and out of her; blood falling down her cunt and coating my manhood from where I had split her in half with my cock. Satana's golden-yellow eyes were moist, but she encouraged me, or ordered, rather, with every bit of lust and authority in her voice, demanding that I fucked her raw until she couldn't even walk or move her legs. I led my hands from her ass and went straight for her gargantuan mountains, squeezing them painfully like a rat trap catching someone's finger. She shrieked at the top of her lungs; her screams echoing through the whole room and more than likely stirring the attention of the neighbors. Milk lactated from her nipples from my pinching, and Satana begged, pleading pitifully for more. "I want that hot come so bad.." She said, or moaned, rather. Hot, cinnamon and burned wood breath escaped her quivering lips while she made her jiggly cheeks dance with each of my thrusts, and then she'd go back to growling again; her teeth clenched together tightly while she tried to grit through the excruciating pleasure. "I--I-I'm being fucked like a dog.." She gasped out, grunting at the pain. "You love my thick ass, don't you?" "I--I do!" I exhaled. "I'm such a dirty girl. Oh..Fuck." I pounded and pounded and pounded her; drawing out screams, growls, blood and even tears, all at the behest of my ridiculously horny, pregnant demon lover. I squeezed her nipples until I was sure they'd start to bleed from my pinching: Delicious milk spraying out from the sensitive nubs and hitting the covers and sheets of the bed. "I'm gonna come..." She warned. "M-me too." I struggled. "Get it on my ass! You better get it on my ass!" She was almost threatening. I rammed her senseless; drilling in and out of her bleeding snatch until I realized that I couldn't continue anymore. I pulled out of Satana's fruit in a panic, racing against time to pull myself out in time as the feeling of erupting semen boiled up, and then, just as Satana turned to look at me, I took my dick into my hand, aiming it at her ass, and rubbing the head a little, just giving an extra nudge, blasted a long, repetitive torrent of hot stickiness all over that insanely monstrous, juicy, fat ass of hers. She let a long, hot, shaky breath escape her black full-lips, and upon feeling me shoot my mess on her juicy mound, she let out a shrill scream that filled the whole room, and gushed all over my bed; hard gushing come soaking my sheets and blankets. Satana almost collapsed. I stared at her bleeding back door, but it was almost seconds she had came towards me. "I'm gonna fuck you." She hissed. "I'll fuck you until I can't breath anymore! I want that COCK!" She wasted no time and lowered herself down onto me, pushing her pussy against my dick, and started humping on me twenty-four seven like a jackrabbit. I hadn't seen her this hostile and hungry for sex since the first day I met her. I wasn't sure if this time was due to her hormones acting completely absurd due to being pregnant, or if maybe she was just naturally horny. "Grab my fat tits." She ordered. I did as she demanded, and took the pounds upon pounds of gelatinous flesh bags into my hands. "Suck." She hoarsely ordered. I took a breast into my mouth and started rigorously suckling on her nipple; drinking her milk. "Mmm...Y-y-yea-ah.." She humped my dick hard, bouncing up and down in my arms and shoved more of her breast into my mouth; smirking softly while a moan and growl shortly followed pursuit. "Such a good tit sucker.." She grunted. I could feel the warm milk flooding the inside of my mouth, but I tried desperately to swallow it all, it wasn't that I was afraid of regurgitating any of it up, but rather, wasting it. I loved her milk. I loved her giant sized tits too, but it wasn't just about that, it was about getting to give myself as much milk as I wanted. It was mine; all for me, an endless supply of addicting breast milk for me. I had never tasted anything quite like it. It was addicting. Almost as much as the animalistic sex that we had everyday. "Enjoy yourself...Drink as much of my milk as you want, baby.." She breathed heavily. I closed my eyes and suckled harder on her tender nipple; my tastebuds practically screaming from the divine taste of her milk. "I really get off to this." She admitted with a faint trace of dark laughter, grinding her hips against me. "I love having them sucked. I just wish I could nurse you all day long." Satana was growing more rough with her bouncing and grinding; practically ripping my dick right off my body. "YES!" She cried. She rocked her hips back and forth; her blazing pussy taking me in deeper and constricting harder around me for an even tighter fit, almost crushing me with the sheer tightness that it suddenly had gave life to. She was growling bestially while she bounced up and down on me, swearing up an endless storm with her mouth. She was fucking me even harder than I did her; probably near her maximum. The thought of her permanently fracturing me crossed my mind, but I pushed that thought aside. "B-ba-baby, make me hurt. I love when you bite down on them and pull them with your teeth." I bit down hard on her aerolas upon her pleading, chewing and nibbling on them while her creamy milk filled the roof of my mouth up with satisfaction. She let out a deafening scream, but then just moved herself harder up and down on my cock while I held her in place to keep her from falling down. Satana held onto me, but then released her left arm from my shoulder to grab her own breast, and upon grabbing it, she started to play with it roughly, moaning further. "I just can't get enough!" She spoke in an urgent, shaky voice. I couldn't believe how rough and fast she was actually being; she was screwing the shit out of me and really adding some hard friction. I pushed my thoughts away and just bit her harder; my mouth still drinking her milk that was coming out of her salty, sweaty nipple. Her mouth opened to reveal here elongated tongue, which flopped down her mouth with hot saliva that stung and sizzled my chest when it hit me. Her eyes nearly rolled back. Her growling was mixing with heavy desperate respiratory while her lips curved upward, revealing her porcelain white teeth while she gave a loud, prolonged moan She pinched her own nipples painfully, crying out louder while humping me with sweat running down her hair, face and protruding pregnant belly Satana pushed her huge melon around in circles, her face trembling with pleasure, but then her hand left it fall down, causing it to jiggle for a few moments, and then she gave me her next order in that same, aggressive authoritative voice. "Stop sucking." I did as she had commanded and released her nipple from my starving mouth. Satana brought her face to mine; the sweet scent of her hot breath hitting my nostrils and my lips hit own sweaty ones; our lips crushing in a wild, heart-pounding kiss that Satana had put everything she had into. Her kiss was as lustful as they came, and I could feel all of her sexual desire in that kiss while she continued to bounce on me faster than anything I had ever seen. Blistering drool entered my mouth while we kissed, causing a small, annoying more than painful, burn in my throat, but I gladly swallowed it all, grabbed her ass, and felt her jamming her tongue viciously down my throat with a low, sexy, guttural moan. I knew it was only a matter of time before I filled her burning core up. Further sweat ran down my face, and down my cheeks, from the epic sex that Satana was being so gracious about, and I was starting to find it really hard to breathe as she jammed her lusty tongue down my throat; releasing hot, heavy breath into my mouth as she did so. The sound of wet body parts filled my ears. She started sucking on my tongue as if it was something else, grinding herself hard against me and then slamming her hips violently again and pressing them against my balls. I kissed her hard; matching her lusty fervor while she gave me the fucking of my life. I wanted to suck her tongue right off. I tried to hold it in, but it was no use, my dick was throbbing like crazy. I exploded inside of her; repetitive, steamy torrents, that had me exhaling breathily into her hot mouth, spurting into her crow-black cherry. She came only moments later. Screaming into my mouth, huge amounts of drool splashing down my throat, and arching her back, gushing all around me, getting her mess on my bed and soaking it further. She got off my prick. Satana pulled her mouth away from mine; drool sliding down her mouth and between her mega, red tits. I pulled her on top of me, kissed her with a long, desperate kiss that she gladly returned, through gasping breaths, and then pierced my stick right into her asshole. She yelped into my mouth, only to bury herself more in my mouth. I rapidly thrusted in and out of her asshole; my cock drilling her relentlessly while she moaned endlessly into my mouth, gasping, exhaling hot, burning, delicious breath into my mouth. I gave a smack to her left juicy cheek, and she crammed her tongue down my mouth again; burning my mouth and relishing each punishing thrust I sent into her. Satana pinched my nipples, pulling her mouth away from my mouth, and just held onto me, moaning while her bleeding crack was further stretched out by me. "Y--y-you know just how I love it." She closed her eyes and gave a pleasured grin. "You know how much I love being in so much pain." She grabbed my chest harder; grunting in a deep, breathy sounding voice. "It's so cracked open!" She grit her teeth when she spoke. "My ass hurts so fucking much." Her grip increased on me while I continued to dig in and out of her, reaching a hand up to touch her blazing sweaty cheek, and stroke it softly with my finger tips. Satana nuzzled into my touch, and soon her moans started transitioning into loud cries, both of extreme pain, and intense pleasure. I knew she must have been bloodying my whole bed by now, that her crack was probably overflowing with blood, and although I wanted to stop that because the more I thought about that, the more it bothered me, Satana seemed to be enjoying it too much and obviously didn't want me to stop for the world. "Oooh! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" She whipped her head back. I grabbed her ass, and stabbed one finger into her pussy, to which she twitched her body on my cock, pussy juice coating my finger, and then her muscles tightened around it, as if it was my tool. "Oh...Shit.." Her voice was breathless. I brought my finger towards her face once I hand freed my finger from her cave and Satana quickly took it into her mouth; her black full lips wrapping around it, and roughly sucking on it, bobbing her head back and forth, sucking her own nectar off my finger while moaning. I ran my right hand through her long, black locks, and leaned up, tenderly kissing her forehead while I continued to ravage her huge bubble. I felt her tongue sizzling against my finger while she sucked roughly on it, with growing intensity, all the while screaming on it. I pulled my finger out of her mouth, and she leaned forward with glistening, wet, salivated black full lips, kissing me with as much ferocity as she could possibly muster. My dick pounded in and out of her relentlessly until I felt the powerful build up of warmth. I was going to come inside her marvelous ass. She growled, growling bestially into my mouth while her lips crushed hard against mine; seeking refuge in my mouth. I closed my eyes, grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezed them savagely, digging my nails into the gelatin flesh, and came hard inside her tomato, shooting blast after blast after blast of seed into her until I stopped. Even though I was emptied out, I kept destroying her. Satana pushed my face back into the bed, and started fluttering her jiggling hips more than what they already were on their own, only to pull away from my mouth, bury her sweaty face in my chest, squeeze me with agonizing force that made me grit my teeth and yell, piercingly called my name, then erupted like a volcano, all over our bed. I pulled my dick out of her, and she covered my chest in the sweetest of tender, loving kisses. "Your cock's mine." She giggly said, kissing my abs. After a brief rest, she was ready for a snack. She crouched down slightly and took my cock into her mouth; quick licking commencing. Lusty eyes gazed up at me while the Princess of Hell licked me from head to base, moaning seductively just from the licking, most likely just to tease me, and then grasping me in her hand, pumping me up and down in a slow and relaxed pace that quickly grew. "It looks so hard..." She murmured. She licked faster; her tongue licking quickly before she leaned closer and took me into her sweltering mouth, giving me one of her famous blowjobs while she breathed like she was already about to orgasm. She really was the Queen of everything she did, whether it was riding me, giving me head, giving me a handjob, or just kissing me; she did everything better than anyone else, better than any girl I ever dated, and better than even my favorite porn actresses. I felt a tingle upon being in her mouth; a blazing sensation from how her mouth lightly burned my organ. Satana sucked hard; her left hand pumping me faster while her right played softly with my balls; rubbing and scratching the sac with the most delicate of touch. "Why are you so perfect at this?" I asked her upon growing slightly in her mouth. A giggle was muffled by the dick in her mouth, but then she started sucking more urgent and sloppy. "Damn, Satana.." I closed my eyes. Satana reached a hand down to my balls, cupped them carefully into her hand, and then slowly started to rub her fingers up and down the sac, her sloppy mouth leaving my red organ and pressing and pulling against my sac while she sucked on it. "Baby.." I expelled. "Mmmnnn.." She muttered seductively and I could soon feel her tongue licking on my sac. I bit my lip; my heart pounding from her sucking and licking on my most sensitive area. It felt amazing, just like every other time that and did that. A Gift from Hell Ch. 03: Nearing the End Satana sucked rougher on my sac, and yet I still felt no pain or discomfort, but soon she had released it from her mouth and brought her face back to my member; plopping me into her mouth and reinitiating her generous sucking. Adding more energy to her sucks, she started to suck faster and rougher; bobbing her head up and down. I reached my hand to her clit and started to rub it, in which she gasped from surprise. She sucked harder; her melons heaving up and down with each bob of her head, and her golden eyes stared at me, locked onto my face while she treated herself to the head of my dick. "You're so amazing." I quietly breathed. Satana just pulled her mouth away; her tongue emerging from her mouth and licking the tip of the head, and then all around it, until finally she licked and sucked all around the shaft; pumping me with her red hand. "I'll end up coming if you keep this up." I warned while I kept steady eye contact with her. I think my words had the opposite affect, because soon Satana was becoming the ultimate blow job machine and set aside focusing on just the head, and took more of me into her mouth, being only moments away from deep throating me. "Mmm.." She bobbed her head faster. "Delicious cock.." As Satana moaned on my member, she stuffed me deeper into her mouth until she had me as far as she could possibly fit me into her mouth. I felt it building up, and soon, as Satana's sloppy sucking sounds intensified, I burst in her mouth; hitting her with several spurts until I was emptied out. She gagged, but then swallowed it all down her throat, and let out long pants of exhaustion as she took my cock out of her mouth. "I love you." She whispered in a creamy voice. I pulled her down onto me, and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close as I could get her without having our child, that she was carrying, get in the way. "I love you, too." I yawned lightly. "Still tired?" Her voice was still creamy in sound; pleasant to the ears. "Maybe I just need some coffee. Last night was just a really long night, you know?" "I'll make you some." She softly caressed my cheek. "I don't really want you to leave." I confessed with a smile. "Baby.." She rubbed on my cheek further; her golden yellow eyes softening while a smile formed on her face. I yawned again. "I'm going to make you some coffee. I'm sorry if I wore you out, my love. Don't fall asleep while I'm gone." She kissed my lips slowly before getting up. "Satana?" I called out to her. "Yes?" She stopped about once she made it to the end of my nightstand and turned to look at me, still smiling. "Could you put on that night gown? Just until I wake up." She just expanded her smile; her black pitch-black lips curving upward and revealing her bright, white teeth while she pushed a moist strand of jet black hair out of her face. "Yes, baby." She headed to the closet and then came back out wearing a see-through, red satin night gown that showed her breasts, plump nipples, fat ass, creamy pussy and belly to me. "I'll be back." She blew me a kiss. She walked towards the door, and as she walked away, I watched as each thick cheek wiggled with each step that she took. I let my head hit the headboard while I pulled the messy blankets that wreaked of sweaty sex and blood, and folded my arms behind my head, against the pillow, turning my gaze to towards the ceiling. No matter how hard I tried, or even what I tried to think of for that matter, my mind was always wandering back to that fateful day that I arrived on that weird AngelFire website, the one that Satan had greeted me on and told me how supposedly he 'knew me' before I was even born. The same day that I met Satana and brought her back home for the fuck of my life. It was so long ago. It was really funny how much older I was now...And yet, Satana, Satana still looked the same; she still looked like the sexy, busty twenty something year old with red skin and ebony hair. The only thing that even changed was that her tits were even more whopping in size than they were that day, and her ass had grown as well, not to mention her huge, protruding pregnant belly. But what about Satan? Had he changed? Maybe the poor guy finally decided to call in quits realizing that he didn't stand a chance with Satana and Adramelech around. I could soon smell the aromatic scent of Swiss mocha latte seeping underneath my door and finding its way into my bedroom and right into my nostrils. All it did was fuel my thirst. After a few more moments, Satana came back into the room; her boobs bouncing behind her see-through gown with each step that she took. "Hope I didn't take too long." She spoke gently. "Not at all." I smiled. "Here's your coffee. Careful; it's hot." She handed it to me once she was close enough. I took the blue ceramic mug and took a few sips. She lay down on the bed; snuggling up against me with her head nuzzling affectionately against my chest. "I'm happy you're mine." I heard her whisper. "I'll always be yours." I spoke softly; reaching my left hand to pull the busty demon closer. "My man.." Her voice drifted. "Chris. I was thinking maybe we could go to the park later or maybe go out on another date." "But aren't you expecting, soon?" "Honey," her eyebrows lowered, "I can still do things..." "I just.." I sighed and averted my gaze. "I worry. Like, what if your water breaks and I can't get you to the hospital?" "I'll be fine." Her lips hit mine. I kissed her; leading my left hand to her left cheek and gently cupping it with my hand. She pulled her lips away after a few seconds. "Okay. I guess we could go and do something later. I need to wake up more, first." She laughed. "I'm still surprised intense morning sex wasn't enough to wake you up. I'd think with all that pounding you did you'd be full of energy by now." "Sorry." I laughed embarrassed. "Mm.." She nuzzled against me once more; making herself more comfortable around me and wrapping her arms around my waist; pushing her head against my chest. "We'll have a fun day together." I said. "I bet.." She nuzzled me still. "At least I don't have to do anything all week." I smiled. "Yes.." She moved her face towards my bare chest and covered it in hot kisses. "All mine...All this week "So what do you want to do first?" I gazed down at her. "I can think of a few things." She giggled darkly against my chest. "But I think I'd rather wait till later for that. Let's go out for a quiet lunch together. Unless you'd like to wait and go for dinner." "For some reason, I think I'd rather go out for dinner." "Mm. Okay, baby. We could go and do something else until then.." She kissed my nipple. "Have you ever been sailing on the sea?" I asked. "No." She rubbed against me. "I was thinking," I took a sip of my coffee, "maybe we could go sailing at the beach." "That sounds kind of romantic." She beamed. "All right." I reached a hand to her head and ran my hands through her soft, ebony hair. "We'll go sailing and go to the park." "Sounds wonderful." Her lips curved upwards and took the shape of a smile while she coated my chest further in black lipstick marks. I took another sip of my coffee, but then reached it towards my nightstand and sat it down, turning back over to face Satana, and letting my head hit the pillow again while she led her plump, black lips further down my chest, and down towards my stomach. We spent a little more time lolly gagging in bed, mostly thanks to me and my lack of desire to actually get up and start the day, and then got naked, well, I already was naked, and headed into the shower together. Once we had finally gotten out of the shower, it was time to get dressed and get the day started since there was a pretty big one waiting for us. I wasn't too picky with my outfit, although Satana seemed to be in an eager mood to pick something out for me and chose an old navy blue shirt that I used to wear about two years before I had even met her. It still fit. And of course she picked out the pants, picking my Wrangler's over my Levi's. I figured one good turn deserved another, so I helped her out with her outfit, as well. As with pretty much all pregnant women, Satana had grown too large for most of her old, favorite clothes, and couldn't don anymore of her skin-tight leather outfits. I knew that she was probably bothered by this, because Satana was the type of woman who took great pride in the way her body was built, and showing off the curves of her breasts and her attention-grabbing round butt was always something she had enjoyed. Now, by no means did this mean she was loose, shit; she permanently broke a guy's hand when he tried to touch her tits. She knew she was sexy and was proud of that. But now? Well, she still had pretty high confidence in her appearance, but I was seeing some small signs that she wasn't AS confident in herself as she was. While she had no regrets about carrying a child, she was somewhat saddened by the fact the only time she could dress 'sexy', was around me in the house, while all the other clothes she wore were more 'attractive' than they were 'sexy'. Maternity clothing didn't excite her. Really it didn't make much sense to me. When she had first came back about two months ago, Satana was her usual self. She carried her weight with her head held high and wasn't shy about teasing me with her body, in fact, and knew that I'd like it, she knew I'd find her newest asset, her big belly, a turn on. So why the sudden change? Maybe it wasn't that, maybe she was worried about how others who weren't me, would look at her. "How about this dress?" I picked up a hanger bearing an obsidian baby doll dress with thin shoulder straps. Satana seemed to approve, and nodded her head. "You'll look great in this." I kissed her lips briefly. "It'll accommodate the color of your hair perfectly." "You're so sweet.." She purred and reinitiated the kiss. Our lips remained locked onto each other's for a good few moments, and I wrapped my arms around her while I shut both eyes to enjoy her loving kiss. Satana pulled her lips away; her taste lingering in my mouth. "Will you help me with panties?" She inquired with a tilt of her head. "I'd love to." I said. "Thank you, sweetheart." I headed towards the dresser that we shared together and went through the bottom drawer where she always put her clean panties, thongs and G-strings at. "Why not wear a G-string today?" "Would you want me to?" She inquired; moving closer towards me. "I think it'd be sexy." Was my reply. "All right." She nodded. I reached into the drawer and went through her carefully folded and organized pairs of underwear and grabbed a G-string that was slightly see-through. I handed the G-string to her and she immediately slid them up her legs and over her black cherry. Going through the second drawer, I pulled out a black button-up bra in which the cups were too small and would leave a generous portions of her pendulons exposed, although they'd still be covered up by her baby doll dress, even if her monster boobs would be stretching the fabric. I handed her the skimpy, sexy bra, and she put it on; only half of her breasts being covered while a very generous portion showed off her bright red skin. "I'm going to end up taking you to bed again." I told her with a laugh escaping my lips. "Is you dick getting hard?" She inquired. I felt a twitch when she asked. "I think so.." I looked away and laughed again at how already I was wanting her again. "I could blow you again." "No." I gazed back at her. "We're going out, remember?" "But, your cock." She persisted with a light frown on her face. "Satana, it'll go away." "All right." She surrendered. Once I had helped her pick out a pair of short socks to go with a pair of sexy black strap-on heels, I handed her the black baby doll dress and then pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs and black dress socks. I put the boxer briefs on and then my socks. I leaned towards Satana's stomach, and kissed it gently while I reached a hand forward to rub it around in a circle. Even if I had a pregnant fetish, that still didn't change the fact that I was ecstatic that I was about to be a father, and even though our child had yet to be born; I still loved him, or her. "I'm sure the little hell-spawn will be giving me a hard time later." She humorously spoke. "Has it been hitting you harder?" I tilted my head. "Here and there." She said. "Does it hurt a lot?" "Nothing I can't handle." She stated in a proud and certain, sounding tone. Once I had put the last of my clothes on with a pair of dark brown timberlands to complete the look, I grabbed the keys to my red 1991 Mustang and grabbed Satana's hand, walking towards the vehicle while I held her hand. I opened her door for her first, then, once I had buckled her up, went back to my side of the car and got in, put the keys in and started the car up, backing out of the driveway. "It's great not having to worry about getting raped." I said; my lips shaking with laughter. "Fuck those bitches. As long as I'm around, they won't get twenty fucking feet near you." She growled. I reached a hand over towards her left thigh and gently ran it up and down, to which she gave a sigh of sexual satisfaction. I just laughed silently to myself, but pulled my hand away from her leg before I ended up getting her anymore worked up. That wouldn't do since we were in the car about to go spend a long day together. We drove along the road until we arrived at Ray's Rent-A-Boat, where we parked and started to get out, but we stopped when we received a visit from a familiar face. "Adramelech?" I looked at him curiously. "I've come bearing news." He spoke calmly while he rested his hands in his pockets. "What's going on? Why are you even here?" Satana drew closer towards here. "My Lady," he politely addressed her, "things are even worse off than they were two months ago. Your father is only moments away from starting the apocalypse." "What the hell?" I clenched my fists and shook my head. Adramelech laughed quietly at my ironic and humorous choice of swear. "This can't be." Satana's voice lowered, but I still heard it. "Princess Satana, I'm hosting a secret meeting tonight in my chambers. Bifronse and other of our kind who have turned our back on Lord Lucifer's side, will be gathering to discuss how to combat this." "Wait a second!" I pointed my index finger at him. "Why do you even care?" I could understand Satana, a little. But why Adramelech? Yeah; he was a cool guy in my book, one of the good demons, which should have been impossible, but I had no idea why he was so concerned about the planet, about all the humans in general. What was it to him? Satana glanced at me. "I have my reasons." He simply replied. "Princess Satana, I'd very much like for you to attend this meeting. It is of the utmost importance." "I'll attend. Adramelech, tell me," she said, "what time should I be there?" "One o'clock our time." He answered. "I'll be there." "Very good, Princess." "Now," I interrupted the conversation, "if you'll excuse the two of us, we're going on a date. So please step aside." "But of course." He gave a short bow. "I'll see you then, Your Highness." We watched as he evaporated into a black mist and faded away in only a few mere seconds. "Let's go." I grabbed her hand. We walked towards the small red building, and stepped foot onto the stairs that were connected to the dock-fashioned ground that led to the store. The namesake stood proudly on a sign that looked like old worn-out paper, as typically seen on movies when a pirate holds a map. There was two lifesavers, and there was oars on each of the two front windows. "So, this is the place?" "I thought you knew everything about me?" I looked at her surprised. "I...I'm sorry." Her voice cracked. "H-hey! What's wrong? I'm not trying to make you feel bad or anything. Are you crying?" "I'm sorry. I'm forgetting a lot of stuff lately. I hope you won't hold it against me." "Hold it...Come on. Calm down." I wasn't sure what to really do, though, probably just a natural instinct, I stopped my approach to the store and brought her into my arms, fighting her tits to position her a specific way I could hug her. She was so busty it made it kind of hard to hug her by normal means. She wrapped her arms around me and leaned her head against my shoulder. "Shh. Look, you haven't done anything wrong, okay?" She didn't say anything in return, instead, she increased her grip on me and tried to bury her face into my shoulder for comfort. It was probably the whole pregnant thing messing with her hormones. No one got that upset over being forgetful, and the way that she took it, it was like she had just been told she was a complete fucking moron. "Please don't cry." I whispered into her ear; increasing my grip on her body. "I-I'm sorry." Her voice seemed to calm. I kissed her lips slowly and softly, attempting to further calm her down, and she returned my kiss; kissing back sweetly for a few moments. Once I noticed her tears had dried, I pulled my lips away and we resumed our way onto the store. The inside of Ray's Rent-A-Boat, looked like pretty much any boat store. Most of the boats were kept carefully on high wooden shelves. A sword fish statue greeted anyone who would walk through the door, sitting right on the corner of the left. I heard the sound of a bell jingling above us once we had set foot into the building. "Typical Ray," I thought out loud. "He's got the same Caribbean music playing as always." There were a few framed photos hanging on the wall that dated back to '47, and while most of them were of him on the sea with a few buddies, there was one with him posing with a swordfish, a sawfish and even a great white. In all of the photos he was dressed up on a life jacket and was wearing a pair of black sunglasses and a bucket hat. "Christopher?" I heard him while I gazed about at the photos. I quickly averted my gaze from the photos that were hanging up and re-directed my gaze back at him, meeting with the smile that was growing on his face. It was kind of strange seeing how much older and different he looked now. Whenever I thought of him, I pictured him being as young as he was when I was only two. And now here he was: Sixty seven years old without a single spot of black in his hair, and far more wrinkles then what he once had, and also had obviously out on more lbs than what he already had back then. His clothes didn't change much, however. Living near the beach, he still wore his typical Hawaiian shirts. He was wearing the same orange shirt with Hawaiian hibiscus flowers on it. His hair also seemed even thinner, from what I could see under his matching bucket hat. "Christopher. Good to see you. I hardly recognized you. You've really grown, haven't you? Seems like it was just yesterday you were two." "Yep." I grinned. "Fully grown up now." "And who might this fine young woman be?" His dark green eyes hit Satana's face. "Lucy." She lied. "Lucy?" His smile grew. "What a pretty name. You a friend of Christopher's? Nah. You look like you're more than that!" "She's fiancée." I said. Satana glanced at me with a look of surprise on her face. "Fiancée? HAHA! Little Chris gonna get married. I'm Ray, nice to meet you, Lucy. Congratulations, lad. I'm sure you two will make a fine couple." "Well, I'm sure you know why we're here, Ray." "That's right!" He dramatically smacked his face. "You need a rental, isn't that right, Chris?" A Gift from Hell Ch. 03: Nearing the End "That was the plan." I joked. "All right. I'll fix you right up, just you wait right here." I watched as he walked away, and while I stood there patiently waiting, I felt Satana tug only left shoulder and whisper into my ear of something 'near us.' "We need to go." She whispered again, but despite the hushed tone, her voice sounded urgent. "All right." I reluctantly agreed. We left the store the while Ray was trying to choose us a boat, and walked out to the parking lot, go into the car, and then drove away while Satana seemed to grow more anxious. "What's going on?" I asked. "Someone's following us." "Who?" "I think I know..." Her voice fell. "Oh, Go...Don't tell me." I slammed my face into the wheel. "An acquaintance?" "...I'm afraid so." "I don't see what the point is in asking who it is," I laughed dryly. "I'll find out soon enough." "Baby, I'm sorry." She touched my left arm. I glanced at her when I felt her touching me, which resorted in a small sting and sizzle. Once we had returned home, distraught over the fact the day I had planned to spend all of with her, was now ruined, I headed to the bedroom and just took off everything but my boxer briefs and flopped onto the bed with the back of my head hitting the pillow. "So much for having a nice quiet date. All I wanted was to take her out sailing, go to the park, and take her out for dinner." I mumbled to myself. "That asshole! He has to ruin everything! Why can't he just leave me alone?" When I raised my voice to the point of yelling, I noticed that Satana was standing in the door way, and my sudden angry outburst seemed to frighten her. "Are you okay?" She asked, concerned. "No." I spoke dully. "I'm not okay. I wanted to do something special with you. It's not everyday I get a week off or something where I can spend each of those days with you. And I missed plenty of time that I could have spent with you, because during that time, you were off attending personal affairs in hell..." She slowly walked towards me and sat on the bed next to me. Once she was beside me, she started to undress and the only thing she left in was her skimpy bra and her tight G-string. "Let's just lay low, for now." She turned to face me and massaged my chest. "I'm just frustrated." I closed my eyes. "I want to live peacefully with you, but all I've done by getting involved with you is taunted your father." "I understand if you want to leave me." She looked away, and pulled her hands from my chest. "No!" I quickly grabbed her hands. "I want you. I need you. I'm not giving you up just because he's become this desperate." She returned her gaze back to mine and moved closer towards me; leaning her head onto the same pillow mine was on, and lied next to me; just gazing deeply into my eyes; her lips curving slightly while her face moved closer towards mine. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I said. "Not now that I've met you, and been with you...That I know you exist." "I love you." She quietly uttered. "I love you, too." I returned. "I'm going to go ahead and change since we're not going out right now." She leaned her feet over the edge of the bed and got up, raising onto her feet and away, headed towards the close, and came back in a white dress that fell past her knees. "I think I'm going to take another shower. I just want to relax." "Go enjoy yourself." I told her. "Thank you, sweetie." She walked away and headed towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and soon I could hear the water turning on. I flipped on the TV in my room, but out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something, and it looked like it was heading right into the bathroom where Satana had just went to. I rose from the bed and decided to investigate, opened the bathroom door and entered the bathroom, looking all around. I stopped at the shower, but saw no one, except Satana. Wait, did she still have on that dress? In the shower? She must have been really absent-minded as well to forget something like that. Her back was turned against me, and I see that the dress was so wet, so soaked with all the water that was hitting it, that I could see her massive, wet, shinning butt stretching the fabric. I felt something spring up between my legs as I looked at her juicy, tantalizing red mound that I could see through the wet white dress. I quickly fiddled around with my belt, fighting my belt to get it off, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled my boxer briefs off, then my shirt and socks and shoes, then approached the shower and opened the door behind her, lifted her dress up enough I could get to her caboose, and pulled her G-string down her legs and then shoved my swollen, inflated cock-head into her asshole, drawing out a moan and gasp of surprise from the red-hot demon. She turned to look at me; a moan escaping her mouth while her mouth opened enough that I could see her porcelain teeth that soon had grit together. "Please, fuck me. Fuck my tight ass." I grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed the rest of my dick into her asshole, stretching her crack with my length and then slowly sent my first thrust into her tight, wet asshole, pressing my chest against her back while she gripped the walls with her hands and gave a yelp. "Fuck.." She sensually grunted and gave a slight push against me with her thick bulb. I pulled out of her crack, only to thrust back in again while I felt the tightness of her ass increasing on my raging cock; her sphincter tightening. "Oh.." She moaned quietly in pleasure. I pulled out again, only to drive my dick back into her asshole with a quick buck of my hips and feel her push against my force again ; the fat on her ass jiggling slightly from my thrusts. "B--baby...Oh yeah.." She breathed relaxedly, turning her face back towards the wall. I dug deeper into her asshole, stretching it even further, to which Satana yelped again, only this time louder then the last, followed by a muffled gasp. "My ass.." Her breathing quickened. I started to increase my thrusts inside her ass, the pressure of my thrusts growing while I sped up slightly and added more power at her behest; my balls spanking against the now see-through dress. "Fuck me like a dog. Please fuck me like a DOG!" She pleaded with the lust in her voice burning just as powerfully as ever. I further increased my thrusts, and dug deeper and much more painfully into her crack; hearing her whimper and cry out; screaming in discomfort but also begging and pleading for me to take her to town. "Ah-ahh!" She yelled. My balls slapped harder against her ass while I bucked my hips quickly; sending thrust after thrust after into her tomato, granting her the rough ass-pounding she was begging me for, while I tried to stabilize my hands on the two mega red cheeks that were jiggling with each thrust I sent into her. "Fuck, fuck FUCK! Oh, fuck.." Her seductive tone elevated between high and low. I inhaled a breath, then exhaled; breathing in quick breaths while I pounded in and out of her, and yet I was only starting to near my max peak inside of her crack. Satana cried out again; swear, or maybe the hot water droplets, trailing down her back and ass cheeks, but pushed her mega bubble against me; causing the fat on the cheeks to dance and jiggle while she let out moans that varied between soft and loud; only moments away from screaming louder. "Ahh..Ahhh...Ahh...Yeah, baby, yea-ah!" She crushed her ass against my thrusts; her nails screeching against the tiles of the showers walls. I added more force and energy to the ass pounding, and hit my peak; fucking the everlasting shit out of her while her elevating moans finally transitioned into nothing but screams and cries that almost blocked out the constant sound of 'bap, bap, bap, bap. "AHHHHH, F--FUCK, yes!" She yelled. She tried to hold on to the wall, but her arm strength faded, and she brought her hands to the shower floor where she kept herself up with her hands while she was brutally ass-fucked. "Fucking shit..." Her voice became quiet and breathy; adorable and soft in sound. Blood covered my cock from where I had once again split her ass open but Satana was enjoying every second of the roughness, even as she bled all over the place. "B-baby, yes! yes! Ahhh..." She moved her hips harder; gliding her ass cheeks quicker. Her moans got lower and more sexual as my thrusts continued, but I could already feel the familiar heat building up inside of my body as her soft moans grew longer and more lengthily. I rammed in and out of her, jerking her body back and forth while she screamed as I rapidly stabbed in and out of her asshole drawing more and more drops of crimson out of her cracked asshole. Her soft and delectable moans grew louder again; remaining lengthily but increasing in volume. I squeezed her ass tightly, squeezing the fat flesh, and came hard inside of her while I jerked her butt upwards in a quick jolt; filling her back door with hot torrents of hot come. She gave a loud, staggering moan, and climaxed roughly all over the floor a second time. I pulled my dick out of her bloody bulb, and she rose to her knees and grabbed my cock; stroking it from head to base and even licking it a few times. She pinned me to the shower floor; grabbing my left arm in a forceful grip and smirked while she lowered her ass towards my dick, taking it into her hand pushing it right into her wet, creamy jewel, moaning quietly once I was inside of her, and then grabbed my other hand, pinning it down as she started to move her hips; her quiet moaning slightly growing louder while she began to gyrate on me; stimulating my cock further. "Ooh..." She moaned. I gazed up at her while she leaned towards my face and bounced her butt on me so her tits would wobble and bounce in my face; grinning widely while she teased me and made me extend further inside of her fruit. We finished up showering once we had fooled around and then headed to the bedroom where I got in bed while she put on a see-through red nightgown that accented her extremely curvaceous body, but wasn't wearing panties or a bra; so her juicy pitch-black pussy and plump inky colored nipples were showing. She got in the bed next to me, but upon seeing me eying her breasts, which brought forth a smile onto her sexy full-lips, let the shoulder straps of her gown fall down, allowing her left breast to flop out, pulled me towards her, and lifted the gigantic bag of flesh into her hand. "Drink, baby.." She whispered. She let her breast fall down from her hand and bounce, and then I brought my face towards her swollen melon and took her big nipple into my mouth; causing her to shriek in pleasure immediately. "Baby..." She reached a hand and rested it in my hair. I gazed into her golden-yellow optics, suckling softly on her rock-like hard nipple with droplets of milk falling down my throat. She reached a hand down between my legs; her hand rubbing the helmet of my dick and sending a slight burning sensation through my tool; exhaling a cold sigh and relaxing her eyes. "I never told you this before, but sometimes I feel like I'm gonna come when you suck my tits so hard." I stopped suckling on her and rose a brow at this revelation. "Please don't stop, babe.." She begged. I started suckling her again, but then started moving my head back; tugging hard on her nipple and stretching her breast; causing her to let out a sharp cry and grab my back. "O--oh baby..." She moaned. "I love that!" I pulled harder, and her teeth seemed to grind together, only for her mouth to open, and her left hand to slid past the bottom of her nightgown and rub against her snatch. After a few more minutes, my teeth released her nipple from my teeth, and took my erection into my hand, sliding it into her core; sending my first thrust into her. "Yes...Oh. My pussy.." She whispered; her hands reaching to her lactating breasts and grabbing and squeezing them in front of me. I had hoped that it would be a fun filled day, and it was, in the essence that we had plenty of sex and cuddling, but I had had so many things planned and they were all ruined by someone apparently 'following us.' So, we headed back home, and...The usual. She exhaled a heavy breath as she got on her knees, and turned to look at me, watching me as I pierced her pussy from behind, and let out a quiet moan. I grabbed her from behind; grabbing her from just below her crushing-sized melons and bucked my hips; sending my first thrust into her; hearing a growl almost the second I hit the inside of her. "Oh, oh yeah...OOOH!" She hissed in a deep voice grabbing my arms that were locked securely around her. "Give it to me hard." She sloppily kissed my lips. I sent a harder thrust into her, only to pull back out and go back in again; returning the wet kiss and closing my eyes to focus on the delicious texture of her plump, black lips. I pressed my chest harder against her back while I held her firmly in place in a dominate hold that she seemed to be enjoying; inhaling and exhaling against her neck. I felt strong in the way I had her; I had full control over her at this point, restraining her, and completely controlling the motion, but then reality was at the back of my mind, that she was granting me the opportunity to be the alpha, even though, if she wanted to, Satana could get sex from me, with or without my consent. She broke our slow, controlled wet kiss, and turned her head back towards the wall while I pushed back into her again, and stabbed into her. She whined quietly upon feeling how rough I was getting. "Oh, baby, oh! Oooooh! You know how I love it, yeah.." Her tone took upon a much more raspy sounding effect. As I continued to ram her, my lips softly hit the side of her neck, and I kissed the bright red flesh; my lips sizzling from the contact. I trailed kisses up and down her neck, but then her shoulders as well. I could hear the sound of myself sloshing around in her fiery snatch, and as I pulled the head out, only to rush it back into Satana's black fruit, the heat that I felt, that I thought that I'd be used to feeling from her womanhood by now, seemed to grow hotter until I began to sweat like the sun was baking me. "O--OOOOH AHHNN!" She growled; panting in and grunting in a rather animalistic like fashion while she bounced herself against me; her lips curling upward to reveal her ultra white teeth. "B--BABY!" I forced out a rough breath as I journeyed back into her and then cane back out again; placing another kiss on the juicy solid black lips of my red hot pregnant demon lover and pushing in as much fiery passion as the scorching flames of her very home, all the while darting myself in and out of her creamy overflowing pussy that was sending waves of increasingly hot temperature throughout my body. The term 'hot sex' was more than an understatement in this case. But I knew Satana was keeping her hellish body heat at a minimum to keep from turning me into smothering ash; which she could easily do if she wanted, as terrifying as that thought was. She kissed me back with ferocity; crushing her lips furiously against mine while her sweet cinnamon breath that I never grew tired of tasting or kissing, morning, noon and night, was being breathed in excess into my mouth as a result of the beautiful demonic princess trying to catch her dissipating breath. Loud was the sound of her voice, despite how muffled her zealous moaning was inside of my hungry mouth and even as we kissed in rhythm, she continued to frantically move with my thrusts; her body almost moving faster than mine which wasn't much of a surprise given all of her natural abilities were enhanced beyond my physical level. I finally released her from the dominant hold that I had her in, and she reached for my hands and led them towards her melons; making me touch her ink black nipples, which furthered her growing moans of pleasure. The lustful kiss' flame seemed to burn down slightly, and soon our kiss had came to a slow respite in which the kiss turned into a slow, relaxed kiss no longer plagued by unquenchable lust. Bucking my hips, I pulled momentarily out of her, but then jolted myself back in, and Satana, writhing in pleasure and continuing to bounce herself against my manhood while I pushed my chest harder against her back closed her eyes with a low groan upon my fingers pulling and applying pressure to her nipples that started lactating in great qualities immediately. I pulled my lips away, and her eyes opened again, then just stared locked into mine seeming to soften. "Y--yo--your s-so p--per--perfect, b-na-baby...I--I love y--you so much and I--I love the way that you fuck me." She desperately strained; fighting past a series of moans lengthily just to get her words out. "I--I l-love you, too." I returned; leaning my fave forward to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, and immediately feeling my lips begin to burn and lightly sizzle. This of course made me grunt in discomfort, but I tried to minimize it so she didn't worry that she was hurting me. They said love hurts...But, HOLY FUCK! They never said anything about this. "I--I've n--never been so deeply in love with someone as I am with you, Satana...When I think about you, I just.." I shook my head. How could you really tell someone how much you truly loved them? I loved her so much, yet, telling her that seemed so meaningless because it didn't quite match up to the true extent I actually felt towards her. There WAS no word for what I felt for her. "S-stop.." She smiled softly, but a tear fell down her left eye and sizzled against her red flesh. "Oh, baby...You...I..." She dug her perfectly shaped whites into her plump black lips, but then kissed me again. I kissed her lovingly for a few moments, then pulled my lips away for some much needed air; seeing as how breathing was becoming a struggle, and then pulled her closer towards my chest and pinched her nipples, causing her shriek, kissed the back of her neck that was sizzling from sweat touching it, and then started to hit her with as painful as I could make my thrusts. It was kind of odd the relationship I had with her, I suppose. We were both deeply in love with each other and couldn't imagine life without each other, and yet, we were different from couples, well, demon loving a human aside, and it seemed her idea of sex usually involved as much pain as possible, with 'love-making' being treated as a special reserve. "Oh! OH! B--baby...Baby, please, baby! Oh, oh yes...My pussy." She whimpered in a faint voice; pushing harder and harder against me as she grew more frantic and excited. I could feel my balls, blazing as if they were set on fire, which they may as well have, slapped quickly against Satana's oversized caboose while I rammed in and out of her cave; gooey white come covering a good portion of my dick each time I pulled out of her and hurriedly entered back in. Satana just threw her moans to the wind and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed, but nonetheless danced her butt against my force; backing into me and then back forward again; her nails tearing into the newly placed sheets and cutting the material in half. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK! FUCK, CHRIS!" I breathed sharply against her neck and crossed my arms around her body; my arms smashing into her breasts while I braced myself for the sweet release that I felt inevitably coming. "My baby girl.." I hushedly uttered against her neck; Welty kissing the flesh, knowing it would only lightly burn me again. I felt myself pulsating deep within her, and my dick twitched; signaling the end; I came hard inside of her as I had done for what must have been nearing a hundred times now, and gasped noisily against her ear. A Gift from Hell Ch. 03: Nearing the End "AHHHH!" She came. She came hard; spasming and curling her toes; thick goo exploding from her black cherry and coated me in her sticky, delicious treat. "Mmmnghh...Baby...You fuck so good.." She mewed. I jerked her back and forth with my thrusts; expelling heavily against her neck while listening to her own shallow breathing. I felt like I was hit hard by the sun on one of those familiar hundred degree weather days that I had experienced so many times as a child during summer. I could feel the heat all over my body, and I felt like I had gotten a fucking sunburn. "Are you okay?" She inquired; her breathless voice full of concern. "Y-ye-yeah." I gave a half nod. "A-are you sure?" "Just a little hot." "I'm sorry, honey...Its my fault." "N-no! Satana..." Suddenly, out of nowhere, during our rough sex, right as I was nearing the point of no return, ramming rigorously in and out of Satana, who should appear at the most inconvenient of times but Satana's ever-faithful, but oh-so ill-timing, guard; Adramelech. "Oh, my sincerest apologies." "D--damn it, Ad--Adre--Adramelech!" But Satana's voice was so weak and breathy from all her heavy moaning and screaming that she barely sounded intimidating. "D--DUDE!" I strained. "What the fuck is wrong with you? S--stop looking at her!" Quickly Adramelech averted his gaze, which gave me enough time to pull out of Satana and sigh in disappointment that I was forced to restrain hold back all the hot come that was ready to blast into my demonic lover. Satana pulled the covers and blankets over her body; burning a few holes into the fabric while her body sizzled and stung with steam seeking to raise up from every area that sweat was hitting her. "You can look." I grudgingly said; pulling the covers and blankets and a pillow over my unfulfilled rod. Adramelech turned to face us and apologetically bowed, before lifting himself up, bringing his right hand towards his lips, and coughing in a rather important fashion as his eyes hit Satana. "Your presence is needed in hell." He simply stated. "Already?" I lowered my brows and pursed my lips in disappointment at his words. "Why, yes. You see, the meeting is going to be starting any moment now, and we need our lady present there with us, as this meeting will be concerning all of those of us who are opposing His Majesty's decisions." "I'll come back." She was quick to state, though her words came out more as a whisper since she was practically breathless. "Yes. Princess Satana will be brought back as soon as this meeting has taken place and is over with." Though Satana's words were assuring and comforted my worrying, I knew that time in hell was different than it was down here, and there was a really good chance that once she went back, that I wouldn't be seeing her again for a long time...I was only hoping that the time that it took would he ten fucking years or some bullshit like that...Shit, I wasn't going to stay young force for crying out loud. "How long?" I demanded; my eyebrows de reading lower over my eyes while I slightly angled my head to the side; gazing at him doubtfully. Satana glanced at me, then at him. "Approximately five months, your time of course, Chris." "WHAT?" I surprised even myself at the volume I managed. Satana nearly jumped when and heard how my voice has deepened and how loud it has abrupt became: She wasn't use to hearing me yell. "I understand your frustration, truly I do...And I do indeed sympathize with you, master Christopher, ever so much. But the fact does remain that we need Princess Satana, as she will be instrumental in what we have planned." "Excuse me?" I wasn't like what I was hearing. "You're excused, sir Chris." "Quit fucking with me!" I snapped. "What the hell do you mean she'll be instrumental in what you have planned?" "I cannot say anything more to you." He said. "You bastard..." I rose from the bed; no longer giving a damn that I was naked and walked towards him in exaggerated steps that practically screamed my intentions towards him. "You son of a bitch! You intend to use her, don't you? You're going to have her fight in this shitastic war...RISKING HER, life! What the FUCK is wrong with you? She's fucking PREGNANT!" "Chris." She called me; no doubt fearing what was about to happen. Adramelech merely gazed at my face with his black eyes; silent. "Chris, sweetheart, it's okay...Please, calm down and don't do anything rash...Remember: He's the one who's saved you and protected you when I was away." I didn't look at her, but her words were caught by my ears and made me stop and think back to the months ago that she was completely absent from my life, when she had sent him down to take over the role as my guardian Adramelech, and how he so adamantly fought, destroying all who sought to cause me harm. Adramelech's head lightly tipped to the side while he rose his eyebrows up and slightly enlarged his eyes while he looked at me with his hands resting calmly at his sides. "...I just," I whispered; my expression falling. "Why her? I don't understand why you need to take someone who's moments away from giving birth to become involved in something like this." "Master Chris, I really do sympathize with you and I do indeed see this from your perspective, however," his pitch-black eyes glanced towards Satana, then returned their attention back to me, "this is simply too important for Her Highness not to be apart of. And, that aside...I'm fairly certain she wouldn't want anything to happen to you." "You just...You.." I sunk my lips in and breathed heavily through my nostrils; attempting to cool my temper, "you better take care of her..." "Master Chris," he placed a hand on my left shoulder, and his normally stoic face curbed upward into a smile that seemed genuinely sincere, "you have my upmost word that absolute NO harm will come to her, or your child...I stake my very life on this promise." "See to it." "I guess this is going to be goodbye for now, darling...I just wish we could have gotten to have that date." "Yeah.." I glanced away. "We will return in five months. In the mean time, Chris," he spoke, "I want you to be extra careful since this means that neither I nor Satana will be available to come to your aid should you have an unfortunate encounter with another demon, which I'm nearly positive will happen." "Please stay safe.." Satana approached me and trapped me in a hug that was made awkward by the angle that she was hugging me in, and briefly rested her chin on my shoulder while she sighed lightly in despair. I started to hug back, but...She had already left. I had a bad feeling about this, about what was going to happen next, and soon enough I was going to find out just what kind of hell truly awaited me..I only needed to keep my damn ass covered and watch out for any jackasses who didn't seem quite normal. The day of the apocalypse was nearly at hand. A Gift from Hell I could see myself actually moving beneath her neck. With all the pressure she was giving my organ, I couldn't hold back. I jetted deep in her throat; shooting A long wad into her needing mouth. Satana pulled her mouth away; come gushing down her mouth and falling right onto the purple couch. She gasped for breath, like a swimmer coming back up after prolonged time under the water. "Satana, are you okay?" I persisted. "Please.." She begged me. "Fuck me. I need you, Chris! I need you so bad. Fuck me!" She started to take off her clothes, but she was doing it quickly, wasting as little time as possible. She was skimming through her clothes. Her entirely too small black top was the first to come off. I was surprised to see her bra was just two tiny cups that kept her nipples covered. They did nothing to cover her actual red beasts, and I doubted they even supported to lessen her jiggling. "Like what you see?" She asked, her voice still aggressive in tone, but now back to that seductive tone from back at the alley. "I do." I honestly admitted. "Good. Because..." She removed her bra next. The tiny cups freed her nipples. Her nipples were huge. They were smaller than her breasts, but way bigger than most women's nipples. What caught my eye the most were her nipples were completely black, like her lips and hair. "That bitch you watched on your computer doesn't have anything on me." She said, referring to Jane on that porn movie. She was watching me? I felt embarrassed by this. "Hers are all fake anyways. I'm all natural." Yes she was. Her breasts were all natural. And they were squishy to the touch. I grabbed her breasts. "Big tits boy." She playfully mocked. While I was busy playing with her jugs, Satana quickly pushed her skirt down. I saw a black thong. She pushed my hands away, then turned her back to me. She faced her ass to me. She stuck it up in the air, then gave it a good, hard smack. It jiggled upon impact. The thong was submerged into her ass cheeks. Her hips were 48 inches, really big. Her ass was nice and plump; a massive round mound of pure, tantalizing fat. It was very thick looking. Way bigger uncovered than when it was clothed. I was surprised how small her twenty four inch waist was compared to the rest of her body. She wiggled her hips, causing her huge ass cheeks to clap. "I want you!" It sounded like a demand, rather than a statement, "I want you to fuck me in the ass!" I didn't give a damn about Satan and his warning anymore. He could watch me while I fucked his daughter raw. She ripped her thong, revealing a nice asshole and pretty, pink pussy lips. I didn't wait. I jammed myself into her ass. She yelped, then grabbed the couch for support. Being inside of her anus was unlike anything I pictured. Because the very first moment I entered, her ass was hot like flames. It burned just to go into her, like I was being roasted. But the pleasure, the pleasure overshadowed the pain. "Tch." She groaned in annoyance. "You're not even all the way in." I jammed the rest of myself into her, which in turn caused her to whimper. But then she just growled. "Fuck me!" She ordered. "Fuck me now!" I sent my first thrust into her ass, but she seemed dissatisfied. She wasn't pleased. "Chris!" She yelled infuriated, "you can do way fucking better than that!" I sent another thrust into her. She had such a tight asshole. It almost felt better than the squeezing muscles of a vagina. "You're almost there, Chris, again." I followed her directions. I stabbed deeper into her, and this time I think I hit inside her exactly the way she was wanting, because she responded with a scream. "Yes, baby. Like that, but harder. Chris, I want you to make me scream your name. Make me bleed." I repeated it again, but this time I was more forceful and violent. "Fuck. Y-yes baby, just like that." I did it again. This time I pumped in and out with even more increasing speed and power. I'm pretty sure I was doing it the right way now. "Damn it! Shit." She growled like a wild animal, her breathing becoming jagged while her growls became more predatory and fierce. "Yes, yes baby, oh fuck, oh fuck!" She cried loudly. I savagely pounded her in and out, and soon her screaming had reached its near-highest volume, and I was positive everyone in the complex could hear her. But I just didn't care. They could move away if it bothered them so much, "I'm such a bad girl!" She intensified the dirty talk. "Such a bad, filthy girl! Punish me! Punish me!" I smacked her left ass cheek, and she whipped her head back, turning her face to look at me; her mouth open as she did so. Lust burned in her eyes, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Harder, baby HARDER!" Her voice was hoarse, trying to get the words out. From then on I just ripped in and out of her, making sure each thrust was as painful and torturous as possible. I wanted to satisfy the both of us, especially her. I knew that her tits were probably shaking so bad, that she probably thought they'd drop off, but the body disappointing part about this position, was not getting to see them tremble. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! OOOh!" She screamed over and over again, her screams each as deafening and loud as the last. "FUUUUCK!" That was the loudest I heard her shriek. "S-Satana!" I breathed shallowly. I grabbed both cheeks hard with my hands. And ruthlessly stabbing her a few more times, blew an explosive load of come right into her deep asshole. She let out one last holler and arched her back. She came. Satana overflowed, gushing all over the couch from intense orgasm. I pulled my flaccid dick out of her, sighing in between heavy breaths, from exhausting. She turned around to face me; her lips curving into a smile. I reached to her face to dry the tears that had been rolling down them from our rough anal sex session. "That was some fuck." She laughed darkly, "You gave me a good pounding." I just smiled. I Tried to catch my breath, but she grabbed my face and forced my mouth onto her left breast. "Suck." She sternly ordered me. I obeyed her. I started to suckle on her nipple, staring up at her face. "I've been in love with you for so long." She whispered into my ear, her scorching breath hitting my ear, causing me to wince slightly. Her confession surprised me. I stopped sucking and left her nipple. "Really?" "Suck my tits." She ordered again. I took her nipple back into my mouth, suckling her again. I wanted to be good. So I didn't talk again. "You were so cute when you were little. I watched you grow up. And while age is just a number to me, I waited till you got older since I know the stupid humans changed the rules up over the centuries, which would have me dubbed a 'pedophile', for wanting to be with you." Her lips trembled slightly from my suckling of her. I suddenly felt something spray into my mouth. Was she lactating? What the. I swallowed the liquid in my mouth; feeling it tickle my taste buds, yet, more still came. That was milk. Breast milk. She was lactating all right. "Drink as much as you want." She winked at me; flashing her teeth again. I nodded, then started suckling harder, wanting more of her milk. She gasped, then let a pleasured groan emerge from those juicy black lips. "I wanted you so bad. To be the first girl to kiss you, to walk down the street, holding your hand. I watched you everyday. I was so jealous when you got your first kiss by that three year old, Amber Moore." I stayed quiet, and just nursed myself. It felt odd, breast feeding now that I was fully grown...Yet...I think she knew. "I hated that brat for stealing my first kiss." "Who was your first kiss, then?" I realized I had stopped feeding again. Milk sprayed me in the face, and I blinked, but quickly went back to nursing on her. "You." She replied, dreamily. "I never let anyone kiss me. I was saving that special moment for you." How much milk did she produce? "I just wish...I could have saved other things for you." I nearly stopped suckling when she said this. She wasn't a virgin, was she? Someone else had already deflowered her. "I wanted your dick to be the one to take it all away. But dad..." Her eyes hardened and her lip curled above her teeth. "Chris. I need to confess something to you." I stared silently, curiosity filling my eyes, but I just kept drinking the milk that was coming from her bosom. "In hell, I'm called the Slut of the Nine Gates." I stopped sucking. She had a look of shame and embarrassment on her face when she revealed this deep dark secret to me. "I know you probably don't want anything to do with me now you know that, but, thing is, my dad turned me into a prostitute basically, see...Most female demons in hell are for pure sex, or treated as such." What little disgust and anger I felt was slipping away. Now I just felt bad and wanted to comfort her. So that's what I did. I wrapped both arms around her. She beamed faintly through the sadness, at my affectionate display. "I was only born because he raped another demon. I'm not proud of that. And I hate him for it." Then her smile faded. She went melancholy again. "Maybe I really am just a slut. But I know one thing for sure: I've wanted you. I wanted so bad to just hold you in my arms." I felt empathy for her. Tears actually welled up in my eyes, and my lips trembled softly. "I wanted to kiss you so bad. To sleep next to you. To feel you. To hug you all those times you were bullied when you were little, and comfort you when all those stupid bitches that said they loved you, broke your heart." I rested my face in the crook of her neck, closing my eyes, just letting the high temperature of her body radiate onto me. "I know it must be absurd...Hearing someone you never met before confess their feelings. But I've watched you, since the first day you were born." My grip around her tightened. I felt her arms wrapping around me from behind, and this only encouraged me to hold on tighter. "I love you." She finally confessed to me, leaning her head down against mine. "...Stay in my life.." My words were faint, barely audible in tone, but I knew she could hear me. "I will, baby. Because I realized how much I need you. But...I want to warn you; I have an exceptionally high sex drive. And lust and desire is extremely strong for me." I just laughed at her words, shaking my head, smiling to myself. My tears caused soft sizzles on her flesh. Then they dissolved into nothingness after a few short moments. "Let me nurse you." I rose my face from her neck, then felt her arms release me. I released hers as well. She took her left breast and rose it up to my mouth. I took it into my mouth, suckling once more. She cuddled me, which I greatly welcomed. Another moan escaped her lips. She was getting wet again. I could feel her molten juices stinging against my cock. Her lips touched the top of my head, which of course brought a smile to my face. "So tell me." She inquired. "Do you still miss Daphine?" I shook my head in refusal. Why would I miss Daphine when I had a smoking hot demon, who not only had a J cup set of breasts, an ass that would even make most black girls jealous, and was able to lactate without even being pregnant? "Good." Her smile turned into a sly one, then she laughed, laughing hard. "Just forget about that bitch. You have me now. And I promise I'm going to take care of you. All your needs, I will fulfill them. Just like right now, I fulfilled your fantasy to breast feed on a beautiful woman." She knew that? Well, of course she did. I did watch a lot of lactation porn videos, before I started cutting down on porn. I wasn't sure how Satana could make herself lactate, but I wasn't going to ask. I was just going to enjoy drinking her dry. "Aren't you full yet, babe?" She teased. I shook my head. "Drink as much as you want. I can feed you anytime you need me." My eyes shut. I just focused on the delicious taste of her sweet milk, as well as the sexual moans and groans she let out from this gratification. I think I nearly started dosing off.' I found it ironic. I was dosing off while drinking her milk. She held me with strength only a supernatural creature like a demon could, then carried me off to the bedroom. When she arrived in my room, she locked the bedroom door and walked towards my night-sky print bed. She crawled into the bed and lie down, with me still on her. She pulled the covers over us, then closed her eyes after moaning a few more times. "Sleep, pretty baby." She murmured. I held her tight while I drifted off. I drank what little more milk I could, then passed out; my head using her humongous red breast as a pillow. During my last few seconds of being awake, I felt her fingertips lovingly caress me. I fell asleep, happy for the first in three months. I woke up the next morning, looked around in a panic, and searched for her. I didn't see her. But then I felt a burning warmth touch me from behind. "Baby, I'm right here. It's okay." I turned my face around to gaze at her; my eyes locking onto those glowing orbs of hers, then I smiled happily to see my life-long admirer behind me, naked, and wrapped around me. She forcefully pulled me in, kissing my lips. I was wary about kissing her, not because I didn't like kissing her, but because I knew I had morning breath. She didn't seem to care. Satana rubbed up and down my back whole we shared a sweet, romantic morning kiss. She pulled away after a few seconds, but stayed kissing me long enough to leave a lingering taste of cinnamon and burnt wood on them. "Morning, handsome." "Morning, beautiful." I groggily returned. "Sleep well?" She tilted her head. "Yes." I confirmed. "You were saying my name..." She broke into a series of sinister chuckles. I went red. "It's okay, baby. But I wish you had been awake so I could clean your come. You shouldn't have to sleep in such a mess." I shook my head, smiling tiredly while I struggled to open my eyes. Still not quite awake. "Would you like me to clean you?" "Please." I rubbed my eyes. Satana flipped the covers over and crawled between my legs. She took my morning wood into her mouth, then went to work again, giving me my second licking my cock with her hot tongue. Morning sex; I thought. I never got that before. "You're so hard, babe." She flicked the tip with her tongue, then returned to licking it all over again. "I love your Popsicle." She licked harder. I stared up at the ceiling; my eyes only halfway open. I stared at the ceiling fan; watching it rotate. To think I had someone who knew me for so long...And yet I just ran into her. And yet, here I was, doing all these sexual acts with her. "Come all over my face, my love." She finally took me into her mouth once she finished licking every inch of my cock head. I slowly felt my eyes opening more, then I became more aware of my surroundings, even if my eyesight still wasn't too good from bring groggy still. "No one gives better head than you, Satana..." She giggled on my meat, then proceeded to bob her head up and down. Her mouth suctioned on my helmet; just sucking hard on it for a few minutes, then she took a little bit more in. Satana rubbed up and down on my shaft, licking my balls slightly while slurping on my organ. She sucked and sucked, soon deep throating me again, and took every inch into her mouth. She used her left hand to gently grasp my balls, and played with them in her hands. I closed my eyes. All I could hear was her deep breathing, the wet sucking of her mouth on my dick, frequent moans, and some gagging that was loud enough my ears could pick it up. As she continued, it sounded like her slurping as growing progressively harder. "I still can't believe I ran into someone as amazing as you." I spoke, my breath growing heavy as I spoke. "You really do know everything I like." Satana gazed towards my face in acknowledgment to my words. After a few more minutes, I felt a warm buildup in my balls. I was about come in her mouth. "S-Satana." She instantly started pulling her mouth off, my dick completely covered in steaming drool from her deep throat. She licked the head a few more times, to help lessen the time it'd take for me to come, then grabbed my throbbing shaft, stroking it up and down with her sweltering left hand. "Give it to me, love. All over my face." She opened her mouth slightly. I spurted all over her face. Several powerful shots of hot come shot out from the tip of my cock, right into Satana's beautiful, bright red face, and even a little bit into her pitch-black, long hair. She managed to get some in her mouth, but the majority of my shots hit her in the face and her beautiful black hair. She was showered in my come. A long, deep sigh of satisfaction escaped her hot black lips, then Satana played with my dick a little more. "You've never had a titfuck, huh?" "No." I groggily replied. Satana just broke out into laughter. "Heh. What a bunch of dumb bitches. Baby, you really should have looked for better girls. Ones who knew all sorts of sexual acts and treated you right." I turned my face away at her words. She was right. I had wasted so much of my time on girls who never really cared about me. While I could have been dating a really great girl who I actually mattered to. "Don't be sad. You have me now, remember? And I told you before; I'll be everything you'll ever need." My eyes returned to her face; a smile gently creeping across my lips. "I'm yours, my love." I gently rose up in the bed after she stroked me a few more times, then felt her hot hand releasing my tool. I crawled towards her, parted my lips, then crushed my lips against her blistering black ones, kissing her deeply while my hands wrapped around her back, squashing my chest against her cushiony bags of flesh. She did the same; fiercely returning my kiss while embracing me. I was poking into her stomach. She forced me down into the bed, pinning me down from on top, then increased her fervor with gradually growing aggression. I shut both my eyes. Her lips seemed to slow down, then she just kissed me like normal, a relaxed kiss, but not taking her lips away from mine, just kissing me stilly, for a long time. I lost count of how long we were kissing, but it felt like time was non-existent. When she pulled her lips away, I reached for her shoulders. "I just want to spend all my time today with you. Kissing you, hugging you, cuddling you, having sex with you..." "But your roommate?" She guessed. "Yeah..." I averted my eyes, grimacing. "It's okay, sweet thing. I can wait." I shook my head quickly in refusal. "But I need you now." I argued. "I know." She touched my cheek. "I wish she'd just go on vacation." I wanted Satana all to myself. And I wanted all of my time to go to her. I didn't care about anything else. I just needed her. I needed to be as close to her as possible. I didn't want to leave her side. That thought depressed me. "Right now," she started to speak, "I'm all yours. You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck me till I bleed, kiss me until you turn purple, or just hold me till your bones break." A Gift from Hell "I want all of those things." I selfishly stated. "Heh, heh." Her smile returned, a sly, knowing smile that almost appeared as a smirk. "I know, babe." She kissed me again, this time sliding her tongue into my mouth. We kissed again. Kissing for several long minutes, which only made my erection worse. I only pulled my lips away because I was quite literally gasping for breath, for kissing her for so long without stopping. I needed air, even if it seemed like she could go longer without needing to come up for air. I wrapped my left hand around my dick, then moved it towards her pillow-soft breasts. She complied. I placed myself between her huge cleavage, then she grabbed both of her tits, squeezing them hard while I started to thrust. "Wow." I was astonished. "This feels amazing." "Like how my tits just squeeze your cock, baby?" "I love it. It's unlike anything I've felt before. They're so soft." Satana was kind enough to lick the tip of my red, swollen member, each time it got close enough to her mouth, all the while keeping a large smile on her face. "Fuck them good." She moaned. "I intend to.." I whispered. I slowly increased my thrusts. My breathing also seemed to increase when my thrusting between her bosoms did. She licked it again. She caused precum to dribble out, but then she licked that up, too. "I wish I hadn't wasted so many years without you..." She mourned. "I wish you were here, Satana. You seem to genuinely care about me, unlike the others I dated." "I do.." She dreamily murmured in return to my words. I continued to move up and down between her breasts, my eyes locked onto her inhuman, glowing golden-yellow eyes. How could I have gotten so lucky like this? I know I was falling for a demon, fucking her every chance I got, and kissing her like she was the only girl on the planet, that may be wrong, but...I needed her. "Your eyes are beautiful. Whenever I look into them, I see a warm, loving, compassionate and caring person. The only thing that's changed about you is your outer appearance, you're still the same Chris." I fought the urge to smile, but failed miserably. As time ticked by, I felt myself erupting again. I shot repeating, long spurts of my gooey vanilla, blasting it all over her tits and face. She moaned loudly when it hit her face and melons, but licked some of it off her chin, and swallowed it right into her mouth. "What are you thinking right now?" Asked the semen covered, red hot seductress. I cupped her sticky face in my hands. "How I have you. How strange I find it that I'm with someone who could very well be from one of my movies." She grinned wide, squinting an eye only slightly, to give a seductive, naughty expression. "I know what you like." She said. "I've watched you from below, from hell, watching all your videos. I know you like big asses and big tits. So I knew I'd be perfect for your fantasies. I also knew you had a milk fetish, so I made myself lactate for you." It should have made me uncomfortable that Satana watched me masturbate to porn, from hell, but whatever embarrassment I felt, quickly faded away into the wind. "I know you like blowjobs, and I knew you were interested in mammary intercourse, especially since those dumb bimbos you dated never did that with you." I pulled her into my chest and we both fell back into the bed. I massaged her slender back with my hands; focusing on the scorch of lightly burning hellfire on her body. "Why haven't you burned me up?" "I toned my body heat down for you." I was confused. "Why?" "My body is really 11,000 Fahrenheit. I could burn up your whole body, brain and insides in mere seconds." My eyes bulged. I shuddered at the thought of being burnt alive. Having everything my body has to keep it working properly, burnt up in such a short period of time. "But don't be afraid, baby. My body temperature is much lower, and while it's high enough to burn you, the pain is only temporary and isn't long lasting." I noticed that. I noticed that her body would sting and burn me quite bad, like her body was an oven, but the pain subsided rather quickly. And it wasn't severe enough to keep me away from touching her. "It gets less painful as you get used to feeling my body." She assured. I just kept rubbing around her back. I wanted to ask her where she's been all my life, but then I remembered; it was from hell, watching me come out of my mother's womb and then growing into adulthood. "Be mine forever?" I murmured. "I already am...My dearest love." She grabbed me with a sudden, forceful grip, then rested her head on my chest; nuzzling my pectorals while she did so. She was surprisingly affectionate for a dominate demon. "You're so warm..." She noted. "Not as much as you." I laughed. "True, but still...Your body...Warm." I really didn't want to leave her side now. In only a short period of time, I bonded with Satana. I never bonded with any of my ex girlfriends this fast, and like most relationships, I had to get to know them first. But with Satana I felt like I had known her all my life, and I kind of did, in a way, so this made it easy and quick for me to fall in love with her, to bond with her. I knew her, even though I didn't know her. I closed my eyes. I'd just skip breakfast. I was tired...And Satana only made it worse, with how she was all curled up on top of me, and how her hot lips sent small waves of best into my body. I held her in a strong, firm grip. I fell back to sleep. As I slept peacefully, the peace came to an abrupt stop as my dreams took an odd turn. I was seeing a dark place, with heat far worse than anything I'd ever felt before. I felt like I was dropped into a volcano. Like my whole body was covered in lava. I was walking. A feeling of absolute dread, the most extreme case of anxiety I ever felt before, like something was waiting to jump out at me, or I was about to be killed, filled my veins. I could hear screams, real screams of horror and anguish that I couldn't describe in words. I saw Satan; Satana's father. At first he looked handsome, the epitome of make beauty, with a semi androgynous face, a slender and slim body with a small, skinny muscular build, and long flowing brown hair. This was Lucifer; the morning star. His body was covered in a flowing white garb, with a loose cloth covering where his crotch would be. But then his skin went all red. Horns stuck out if his forehead, a forked tail protruding from his ass, two bat wings, clawed fingertips and the human flesh of a person, dipped in red, being used as underwear. "You didn't heed my warning." His voice was deep. Deeper and more demonic sounding than I thought was possible. "So?" I snidely said. "So, you're in big trouble." "What can you possibly do?" "A lot more than you think..." "You're powerless." I reminded him. Satan just stared silently at me with those ominous yellow eyes of his. "Haven't you read my Father's book? It clearly states I was bound for a thousand years, then I'd be free...With power." I lost my courage. That part had slipped my mind. "Yes. I have power. I could snap your pitiful body like a twig. Or..." His lips formed into a wicked smile. "I have a better solution. I don't believe in 'love', but my daughter does. My Father considers cheating as bad as fornication." Where was he going with this? "So?" I crossed my arms. "What would Satana think if you cheated?" My eyes grew. "Man, fuck you, you little bald, horned freak. I'd never cheat on Satana." "What if you couldn't help it?" He smiled even wider. In almost seconds, two female demons completely naked walked towards me. They had black skin, and pure white eyes. Their breasts were maybe a cup or two smaller than Satana's, but they were still busty, and had impressive hips. "Have at it, ladies..." He sneered. My pants vanished in a blink of an eye. I was naked. The one succubus with the black skin grabbed my dick, grasping it firmly as she brought her mouth towards it. Satan just watched with a look of amusement on his face; cackling like a madman. "Chris, Chris?" I heard a voice call out to me in hell. I woke up, right as the demon's mouth was about to touch my stiffened cock. "NO!" I screamed prolongedly. I opened my eyes to see a worried Satana. "Baby!" Satana yelled, shaking me. Sweat was pouring down my face while my mouth trembled. "Chris, look at me!" She shook me harder. I looked at her upon her order, then tightly gripped her once more. "Baby, what's wrong? Tell me." "Your father tried to set me up." "He what?" She bared her teeth. "He tried to force me to cheat." Satana shook her head in frustration. Her eyes started turning all black, then fangs started to form. "Bastard!" She spat out furiously. She grabbed me with tight force, looked me straight in the eyes with her bared, fanged teeth, then spoke in a hostile tone. "You're mine! Only mine. You call me the next time he's screwing with you." I was scared of her by this point. Her voice sounded like she was out to kill. Her eyes were devoid of any kindness. "You call me. No matter where I am, say my name and I'll be there." I wanted to back away, but I didn't. I just held Satana. It was all I could really do. Her eyes returned to their normal golden-yellow, then her fangs disappeared. "I love you..." Her voice was tender. "I love you, Satana." She kissed my chest with her soft, flaming lips; trailing sweet little kisses all over me, leaving lipstick marks all over. I just relaxed and forget about him. She moved her mouth up, and gently licked my left nipple, only to start sucking carefully on it. We stayed lazy for quite sometime. I didn't really want to get up. Before we decided to get up, I gave Satana a full body massage. Of course this meant dirty for my bed, because she came all over it during the process. "Shower with me?" I offered. "Can we fuck afterwards?" "Yes." I smiled crookedly. "I take that back. Let's fuck in the shower." I didn't argue. I took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. I walked towards the shower and opened the glass door. I closed it behind me then I turned the knob on to hot. I gestured my hand for Satana to come join me. She did; swaying her hips while she walked towards the shower and got inside with me. "Mmm...Nice and hot." She rubbed against me. I just relaxed in the shower. The warm water was helping me forget about my nightmare that nearly got worse. Only it wasn't a nightmare, Satan was really communicating with me through my dreams. "Please, screw me." She whined. I reached my hand down between her legs and gently took a hold of one of her thighs. She groaned softly, but then let out a sigh. "Stop teasing me. Or I'll jump on your cock and ride you till it falls off." She pulled away, then lifted her huge, red ass into the air; making it clap right in my face. She grabbed the glass door. I was still hard from when those two demons tried to seduce me. "Big, fat tush awaits." She wiggled her ass again, trying to draw me in. It worked. I quickly shoved it all in at once, causing Satana to let out a pleasured yelp "You know just how I like it." She gasped. Luckily there was just enough room for us to be having anal in the shower. But even so, her tits would probably be slapping against the glass, due to their size. "Give it to me baby, give it to me." I sent my first, painful, aggressive thrust into her asshole. She yelped again, louder this time, and as I figured, her breasts slapped, smearing into the glass, from my thrusts. Pumping on and out once more in her ass, I caused her to moan. But unlike before, she actually moaned my name. My breathing deepened. "B-baby. I waited so long to feel your cock. You feel so good in my ass! I'm right where I belong." She groaned through the painful pleasure. Her breasts flying up and smacking the glass again. "My ass...My ass." She repeated over and over again, in between her sweet songs. Hearing her sounds of pleasure only inspired me. I pounded deeper into her, then came back out, and rammed back in again. "Yes, yes, sweetie. Tear my ass up. Pound this bad girl until you impale her full of holes." I got rougher with my thrusts. I grabbed big, firm red candy apple red cheeks, bracing myself for my violent pounding. Satana just yelled; her hands tightly grabbing the door for support. "Ravage me! Destroy me! Fill me with that sticky goo. I want it. I want it inside my womb." Her breathing grew excessive, seeming to flow from her mouth without pause, making it clear I was doing something correct. "Your balls feel so good, spanking my ass." I was surprised how horny I was. I gave Satana a good hammering before I finally reached my peak. I couldn't continue splitting her in half anymore. "Come. Come all over my ass." I sent one final, violent pump into her, and that was all it took. I came deep inside Satana's juicy round mound, overflowing her hole with my goo. It seemed just around the same that I came, Satana did the same, letting a powerful gush explode all over the shower floor while she hollered. I pulled out of her; trying to catch my breath. Satana stood up, turning to face me. She walked over towards me, embracing me in a warm hug. "I feel like I grow closer to you every time we have sex." I kissed her. "Funny," I laughed, "I feel the same." "We've had enough fun. Let's finish up." She was right. She pulled away from me and then reached onto the floor, taking a bottle of Head & Shoulders Sea Lift, squirting it in her hands, then rubbing it into her long black fair. I stood there admiring how the water made her skin so shiny and wet. "Enjoying the view?" She snickered. "So you knew?" "Chris, I've known you forever." "I'm sorry." I averted my gaze. "Don't apologize. I like you ogling my jugs and my big caboose." I had no idea how she knew I was looking, especially with her eyes staring straight ahead. I returned my eyes to her behind, gazing past her crack, then looked at her pussy. I never noticed before, but it was actually black like her nipples. "Look at my pussy as long as you want." I chuckled lightly to myself that she knew exactly where my curious, restless eyes were looking. And then, as if to tease me, she pushed her pussy right against my cock, so it lightly prod her. I wanted it. I wanted to feel her black pussy. "No, no, no. You need to get ready for when your roommate returns. You can have my cherry later." A disappointed, cold breath escaped my lips. "Hey, cheer up. Later I'll let you stick it in my puss. I'll even let you have more milk." That made the unbearable wait a little better. I helped wash her. I squirted some powerful 'Fresh Ocean' off-brand liquid soap in my hands, then lathered it all over her pear. A soft shudder of pure delight escaped her lips upon this. "Mmm..." She muttered. I grinned, then continued rubbing around her bulbous behind. Carefully rubbing my hands all over her huge bubble butt, I leaned forward to plant a wet kiss on her upper back. "Your hands...I'm melting." She fell silent. I assumed she was just intensely focusing in the feeling of my hands traveling her donk. But I was enjoying it just as much as she was. "Mmmm, babe. That feels so good." I gently grabbed her left cheek, then her right; giving a tight squeeze, before releasing. I gently shoved my index finger into her asshole, causing her to grunt. "Mm.." She started to hump my finger. I dug my finger in and out, but when I saw how much she was approving of what I did, I dug down as far as my finger would go. She humped my finger harder soft, sexy 'ooh's' coming from her gasping black mouth. Her tone increased, and I was forced to pull my finger out of her anus. I brought my finger up to my face. Not so much as a single dot of fecal matter. She was completely clean back there. When our shower finally ended, it was time to get ready to start the day. There was really one problem though, and it didn't hit me until I was about to grab deodorant: Satana didn't have any other underwear other than the thong that was now probably stained, and wreaked of sweet, cinnamon-scented pleasing pussy juice. "Damn." I said out loud. "What's wrong, handsome?" "You don't have anymore underwear." Satana didn't look too concerned though. She just shrugged her shoulders, which caused her balloons of hot flesh to raise, then drop back down. She touched my left shoulder daintily, them kissed the side of my neck with her sweet lips. "Don't worry. I can be panty-less for now." "But my roommate." I argued. I didn't know what to really do. All I could do was wash her dirty thong and then put it in the washing machine. "How about I go pants-less, too?" She smacked her ass hard. I bit my lip hard; sinking my teeth into my lip. I was trying to restrain myself. We just got out of the shower, and now we were about to get dressed. But...She was just so sexy. "Stop." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "Oh. I see. Too good for my butt." I pinned her down against the sink, kissing her neck hastily while my hands grabbed her rump. "Mmm..." She breathed hotly. "I can't...I can't resist you." "Then take me. I'm all yours, remember? You can touch me however you want." "I hope this gets everything out of my system for a while." Of course she didn't actually help. Funny. I was never this sexually active before. Sure, I had enough sex before with all my other girlfriends, but with Satana, it was like I was getting hard at every single moment. My lips brushed against the soft flesh on her neck; nibbling lightly, while suctioning on her red hot skin. I held her from behind, then jammed my erection into her, not wasting a single second and started to ram her without pause. Satana growled in a low tone, but grabbed my hips. "Let it all out, cutie. Let me heal your sexual desire. Smash me up with your tool." Already we were both breathing her. All of my desire came out in one blast inside of her; jetting into the deepest reaches of her body. "Why can't I keep my hands off you?" I panted against her back. "I need to go. You and your roommate probably need to talk a while." "Wait," I touched her back, "come back tonight, please?" "I will." She promised. I turned her around, wrapped both arms around her, embracing her tightly, not wanting to let her go and leave my side. "I love you, Satana." She kissed me softly on the lips, but then let the kiss grow further. She disappeared shortly after this, then I showered one last time get the smell of cinnamon-scented come off myself, and got dressed. I walked into the living but was surprised Jennifer was still gone. But then, gazing around carefully, it came to my attention that something wasn't quite right. The potted plant that rested in the corner of the apartment, near the balcony door, was tumbled off, making our apartment a mess. I also noticed the TV, which was eighty inches, had been knocked over off the TV stand and was destroyed. But that wasn't all, more things were ruined. I also noticed that the couch had been moved, crashing crash in into the wall as if it has been flung right into it. My GameCube, which I had kept since I received it on one of my birthday's as a child, had also been destroyed as well. A Gift from Hell "What the hell." "Hell indeed." Whispered a voice. I quickly jolted my head towards the door of the apartment, and saw what looked like a woman with long, curly black hair, red eyes the color of Satana's skin, dressed very scantily with only two, tiny red nipple coverings, and a near pitch-black skin tone Her breasts were probably a 31 F. "What are you doing here?!" I demanded; narrowing my eyebrows onto my whites. "Catch me, and find out." She giggled evilly, then ran off. Even though something deep inside was warning me not to, to leave her alone, forget what I saw and just resume the rest of my day, without worrying, I had no choice but to do as she said, because I had a really bad feeling about her. I gave chase, running towards the door and slamming it behind me, not even bothering to lock it. I saw her running ahead of me. She turned back, laughing as if this was just some kind of stupid game, only to turn back around and run faster. "Come back!" I furiously ordered. "Make me, fucknuts." She taunted. "You damn bitch!" I forced my legs to pick up speed, running after her faster while pumping my arms. Soon we were passing by all the different apartments. I could see each of the different numbers to each room, but only briefly because they were passing me by so fast I'm the hot pursuit. She was getting farther away. "Hey!" My voice raised louder, "come back!" The chase continued. She ran out in front of a car, dodging it with precise timing and reflexes, then flashed my a smile through the window of the 2001 Jeep Cherokee. "Dammit." I muttered under my breath. Once the Jeep went sliding out of the way, I was about to pursue chase, but much to my dismay, noticed she was now gone. "FUCK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, slamming my foot angrily onto the ground. She got away. That was no woman. That was a demon. I knew by the eyes and the way she was dressed. Most female demons dressed scantily, since in hell they're nothing more then sex toys, which require love or affection. "Gah damn it." I swore again. I prepared to just walk away. But then I felt a dark presence right nearby. I turned to see what it was I was sensing, but then, faster than I could even speak or blink, something slammed into my stomach, and I blanked out. I awoke moments later. I recognized the place I was at. It was the old abandoned One Light hotel. But this place was all boarded up, I thought. "Take her clothes off." A voice ordered. The voice was dark, with a that.. "Satan!" I scoffed. "Ah, good. You're awake." Satan rubbed his red hangs together; his face contorting into a rather horrific smile that made the Joker's smile from DC Comics look jolly. "Chris. I really didn't want things to end this way, believe me." Believe him? Bullshit. Satan was the Father of Liars. He was an expert at lying, the master of it, and I'm pretty sure this was no different from all the other countless lies the little shit had said in the past. "All you had to do was stay away from Satana, and none of this would be happening. I loved you like you were MY son. And you do this to me? Sickening. You've defiled my daughter." I just broke out into laughter. I probably sounded delirious as I laughed, maybe even worse than the Joker. Satan rose a brow, but his evil expression remained. "Fuck you, motherfucker. You're so stupid you can't see past your ass." He couldn't see that his daughter loved me. "Strip her! Stop stalling." I blinked at his orders. Turning my head to the left, I saw Jennifer. Jennifer. They got her too. "Leave her alone." I yelled. "And what will you do to make me?" "I'm warning you. I'll kill you." Satan tried to stop his quivering lips. He succumbed, breaking out into hysterical laughter while his eyes locked onto my face. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed. "You're in no position to make threats, boy. See for yourself." I followed his advice and looked down There were chains that had bound my arms. Not rope, not cords, but rusty old chains that looked like they had been a used for quite a few good years. They had me chained to the wall. I struggled to get loose; gritting my teeth and furrowing my brows while I fought the chains with as much strength as I could. "Chris, please." Begged Jennifer. The demon from earlier, with the nipple covers and too-tight thong that showed her fleshy treasure, placed her hand on Jennifer's pink button-up, and ripped it, sending the buttons flying every. "Leave her alone!" I yelled louder, in futility. She turned her violet eyes to me, helplessness in them while she sat there, with her hands tied behind her back in chains. The mostly black colored demon ran her hands up and down the curve of Jennifer's bra; getting a good feel of her C cup breasts. Jennifer just trembled. "Satan, stop. I'm sorry." "Sorry?" He stormed. "You should have thought of that sooner." He made a gesture with his right hand, throwing his hand up slightly, as if cuing the female demon. "Do it." His voice relaxed in tone. The female demon smirked. She undid the hook behind Jennifer's bra, and let it fall down. Her mouth opened slightly; her black tongue lucking her lips while she stared at Jennifer's perky nipples. "These belong to me." The demon said. "Stop it!" I tried harder to break free. The female demon reached a hand out, and used her thumbs to press against Jennifer's nipples, twisting them painfully. "Don't worry." I heard a voice. "I'll be taking care of you." I glanced away from the bow bawling Jennifer, to look at another female demon. This one was slightly less busty than the black demon, probably a DD, looked mostly human with the exception of black, tattered wings, had a milky complexion, had blue hair which was tucked into a ponytail, and had all-white eyes. She was completely naked. "What are you going to do?" I questioned. She let her pale, pink lips curve into a smile. Suddenly, just like that, her clit started to extend. Soon her clit was unrecognizable, and it took the form of a long, meaty, pink tentacle. "Shit!" I simply murmured in horror. "Relax." She breathed, "It'll be fun." The pink tentacle flew towards my mouth, but I turned my head to the size, causing it to smash into the wall of the hotel's hallway, breaking the wall. But then it came back for a second wind. Jennifer now crying hard, and obvious sucking being heard coming from her direction, no more, I thought. "You'll be dead once we're done." Said gloated gleefully. "Satana," I murmured, but then I said it louder, "Satana!" I instantly heard a loud, almost gale-like, howl. When I opened my eyes and went to look, there she was. "Satana." I happily smiled. "Back off, fucking whore." With those single words said, Satana intercepted the tentacle that was coming back to my mouth to finish what it had started. Claws appeared on her fingertips, then she swung her hand in reverse; her hand slicing the fleshly tentacle in half. I'd never been more happy and thrilled to see Satana as what I was that moment. She was...My guardian angel, as blasphemous as that may sound. "Leave my man alone." She bared her teeth; the fangs from before returning. Satana turned her gaze towards Jennifer, then turned her gaze back to the tentacle demon. Fury and wraith burned fiercely like candles in her eyes while she walked up to the demon, and slashed her across the face; ripping half her flesh off, and revealing blood, muscles and tendons. I vomited upon seeing this. But then I was intrigued when the gory remains turned into a black mist, pointing downwards, and evaporated onto the ground, with the scream of the demon being heard as it did. "You stay away from what's mine, bitch. Do you understand?" "Go hump a nail, you whore." The milky-white, tentacle demon retorted. Satana wasn't have that shit. Satana swung her arm again, this time aimed at the demon's stomach, and sliced her upper and lower torso into two even cuts.'l The demon fell to the floor in half. Satana turned to look at me; her eyes still glowing, but showing no hostility towards me, then she averted her eyes, redirecting her gaze to Jennifer. "You stop this." Satan wailed. "Kiss my ass, Pop." She snidely responded. I quickly quickly darted towards Satana, and I quickly started regretting calling her, because I was so worried about her now. "Don't interfere!" Said Satan, hissing. "Shut, up. Leave my boyfriend alone." I wasn't sure why, I mean, we did have sex multiple times, kissed frequently, hugged, and even cuddled, but for some reason, her words hit me hard, and I could have sworn, on my soul, I felt a tear roll down my left eye. "WHAT?" The walls, ground, and every other surrounding thing shook, because of his volume. "I love him." She declared. "No! You're a demon, you can't love." I could hear the anger in the Prince of Darkness' voice. He was boiling with nothing but pure rage. "I'm not like you." She said. "I can love. I-I'm not just some whore." "But you are." He coldly countered. I let out a yell, but it actually sounded more like a roar, than anything else. Enraged that he would even say that to her. I wanted to hurt him, but the chains still weren't budging. "You let this human violet you." "It wasn't violating. It was making love." She corrected him with a surge of passion in her voice. "And I'll let him crawl all over me. I'll let him pound my pussy, drill me in the ass, suck my tits, eat me out, do whatever he wants." She stood there; her body trembling, her hands formed into tight fists, her teeth bared, and her stance widening. "He's my love." She concluded. "You pain me, to say such things." I jerked myself forward, jerking around in spasms in the chains, hoping, PRAYING that I could break free, by some form of miracle, and save Jennifer and beat Satan within an inch of his life, "Drop dead. I love him, and there's nothing you can do about it." I was terrified by this point. My face went pale at the expression Satan made next. "Very well. Lilin, let's go." With that, him and 'Lilin' the succubus who was suckling Jennifer, disappeared from sight. I felt relieved. "Satana?" I called her. "Baby.." She addressed me. Satana walked over towards me. She pulled on the chains that had me bound, then crushed them with effortless strength, before throwing them across the room. I rose up. She held out her arms, but I felt I needed to comfort Jennifer first. "Hey, Jenn, are you okay?" "I-I-I..." She stammered in tears. "Shh..." I silenced her. "Home. I want to go, home." I took her into my arms. I removed my shirt and put it over Jennifer, that way, her breasts wouldn't be exposed to everyone. I turned my glance to Santana. She had a peculiar look, her eyes were ones of sadness, while she looked at me, then Jennifer. We returned to the apartment. The apartment. What a mess. It was in such horrible shape now and looked like a tornado hit it. Everything was In disarray. "Chris. I think I may leave for a while. I'll leave some money here to help you out on rent, but I need to leave for a while." "If you need anyone to talk to, Jenna, call me." "I will." She sniffed, trying to fight back tears. Jennifer walked to her bedroom. She emerged a few moments later with a suitcase, waved to me, then walked out the door, her face still stained with tears. I turned my gaze to Satana. "Let me make love to you." I lowered my voice, so as to make it as tender as I possibly could. "Please," she begged, "take me." I grasped her hand in mine, then led her into my bedroom, where we both got in the bed, then took a few moments to gaze into each other's eyes. "I never believed something so beautiful would enter my life." She smiled at my words. I hadn't even noticed that she had changed her outfit while she was gone. She was now dressed in a black miniskirt, and a black mini shirt, which was enough to cover all but a bit of her cleavage, but didn't even go close to reaching her anything else. It was like a cup-less bra. I removed her top, and was witness a bounce. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath; she was bare. "For you." She said, reading my thoughts. I reached for her miniskirt, pulling it down legs, right onto the floor. I saw her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties, either. I went erect when I saw her pussy. I slid off my shoes, then my socks, and then I finally undid my belt, letting my belt fall to the ground with a clink from the metal buckle. Satana touched my erection through my pants; petting the rock hard head, before letting me resume. I quickly unbuttoned my pants, then unzipped them, sliding them right off. My boxers were the last to go. I pulled her into my arms, placed a hand on her cheek, gently stroked her face, then kissed her very softly. "I love you." I murmured into her. "And I love you." She returned. I pushed her back into the bed gently, and then I let go, took a hold if my cock, and then, while Satana watched with pleading, begging, child-like eyes, penetrated her sweet black pussy for the first time. I pulled my lips away from her. An 'OOooh' escaped her lips when she felt me push the head in. Then I pushed the rest of my swollen organ into her black hole, and covered her with my arms. I felt a strong burning that spread out throughout my cock. It was painful, like I stuck my dick in the fireplace and set it on fire. And yet, at the same time, it felt good, like a painful sort of pleasure, like S&M. But maybe the pleasureful part was her womanhood tightly constricting me. I started to thrust hard and quick, but her response surprised me. "No, baby. Please, I want to feel what most girls feel like the first time they have sex." She was misty-eyed when she made this request, as if remembering something bad that had happened before. I think I knew. "At least now, it is you." She fought back the tears. "Just focus on me." I kissed her lips. She locked her arms behind my back, pulling me in closer, so I'd go deeper into her tunnel of love. "My pussy." She quickly gasped. "You're really hot.." I muttered. "My pussy feels so good. I-I waited so long for this. To have your cock in my womanhood." I leaned my head into into the crook of her neck; thrusting into her, bucking my hips. Her bush felt so tight. I was surprised how tight, especially since she had basically told me she slept around with other demons. I slowly pumped in and out of her again, kissing her neck with the softest most romantic kisses that I could muster. She shivered, but then just moaned, moaning my name. "I feel so happy, Chris..." Tears rolled down her eyes, falling down her cheeks, and splashing in the bed. "I'm finally, officially, yours." I leaned my face down, lowering it to her own, then crushed my lips against hers. My fingers gently moved up and down her back; heat filling my hands. She seemed to add more force to the kiss, gently sliding her tongue into my mouth, moaning as she did so. As the minutes ticked by, I became rougher with my thrusts, pushing in and out of her soaking wet slit. Satana growled, then let out a heavy breath, when my thrusts increased into her, her black fingernails soon digging into the flesh of my back, and causing a sharp, sizzling sensation. I winced at the pain, from the feeling like I just caught on fire, doubled by the pain of feeling like daggers were stuck into me. Satana pressed her lips hard against my neck; her hot lips and tongue causing stings and sizzles against my flesh, then she started to kiss on my next, her hands letting go of my back and traveling to my butt, taking a tight squeeze, almost as hard as when I groped her enormous breasts yesterday. "My man." She said, possessively. Hearing her claim if ownership over me, brought a smile to my face, and I let one hand creep away from cradling her against my form, to gently travel into her long, soft black locks. "My woman." I said, with he same amount of possession in my tone. She bit down on my neck, causing a further pain surging through me. I coped with this by reaming in and out of her with even more force than before. She screamed. "I love you." She desperately forced out, against my neck, bitting down harder from my increased thrusts. I buckled my hips faster and harder, my breathing increasing while my left hand ran through her hair. "You're so beautiful." I expelled. I grunted and moaned when she not down further. She was going to end up making my neck bleed if she did that. "You're so beautiful, and you're mine. My beautiful lover." She sucked my neck; her eyes gazing up at my face, sparkles in them. "I'm your woman." She reminded me. "And I love you, so very much." Satana sucked hard on my neck; her mouth providing rough suction, pulling hard against my flesh, then letting go again, to start over and suck more. Her tongue was at work as well. Licking up and down; leaving slimy trails in it's wake. It burned, but it felt so good. I expelled again, this time a very brief pause in my breath, before it continued. I got rougher. Smack, smack, smack. The wet sound of our love-making filled my ears. Satana whimpered, and further squeezed my ass, hot, fiery breath touching my neck, while Satana lengthily moaned against me, for what seemed to prolong for several long seconds. Her moans had became far more sexual than earlier; they were much deeper instead of the soft ones I heard from my gentler thrusts. She was losing herself to pleasure. "Oh, oh, oh baby. So good..." She breathed in and out through gasping, shallow breaths, fighting to get her words out through her deep moans. But I had no intention of stopping. Even though she tried to keep herself stilly in place, with my intense thrusting, Satana's body rocked back and forth on the bed. "S-s-so perfect." She continued, her voice taking several long pauses for ragged breathing. I finally couldn't move any faster or harder in her. "Yes! Yes! Yes baby, yes!" She shrieked loudly, giving her approval. I tried to suck in some air, to recover the air I had lost, but try as I may, I couldn't. Satana too was unable to recover her lost breath, but her breathing was far heavier than mine, and her moans were at their most sexual, and deepest. " I love you, I love you, I love you!" She repeated, over and over, and over again; grunting and clenching her teeth through the pain. "Yes, baby!" I could tell by her loud screams and moans of desperation that this was probably where she reached her end. She was close to squirting all over me and the bed. She moved her hands up to the back of me head, and forcefully pulled my head down, kissing my lips with desperation and trying to bury herself into my mouth, moaning and whimpering into my mouth. I grabbed her with a strong, almost deathly grip, and crushed my chest onto her massive sized breasts; feeling the soft bags of sweat-drenched, gelatinous flesh squeezing against my chest. I sent a few more thrusts into her, but then she arched her back, and dug her nails fully into my back, causing me to let out a slight cry. Her muscles tightened hard around me, and then, just like that, I felt her oozing against my organ. She pulled her lips saway. Satana was trying to catch her breath. I finally caved in, and blew a long, hit load right into her black pussy, filling her full of my seed. A Gift from Hell I couldn't believe it. An hour and five minutes of love-making? That was a little longer than I normally could hold out for. She sniffled between gasping breaths, and just buried her face into my neck, her open mouth letting her hot breath touch my neck. I pulled out of her, then cradled her with both arms while I let an exhausted breath of fresh air out of my mouth. "I love you..." She said one last time. "I love you too, honey." I sweetly returned, grazing her forehead with my lips. We both fell asleep; cuddled up together against one another's bodies in bed, and slept peacefully. When I woke up, I nuzzled her. But she looked bothered. "I have to go home." She stated sadly. I was confused. "Why? Stay with me, please?" "Love, I can't. I have to go back." "But why?" I persisted. "Something's happened there." I didn't want her to leave. "I don't know how long I'll he gone. It could be for a while, in your time, like years.." I let go of her, then rolled away from her. "So you're going to leave me, and wait till I die of old age?" I felt my face harden. "I'm sure it won't be that long." And if it is?" I rose my voice. "I-I..." She was at a loss for words. "You're abandoning me..." I said. I didn't want to look at her. All this time I spent bonding with her, through sex, through kissing, cuddling and hugging her, all wasted for nothing. "I won't abandon you," she touched my shoulder, "I'll return before then." I tried to believe her words. She never lied to me before so why would she lie to me now? "Promise?" I pressed for further assurance. "I promise." She smiled warmly. I rolled back over to her, and then, moving my face towards her, kissed her as hard as I possibly could without suffocating myself. When she broke that kiss after a long minute, she touched my chest. She disappeared from sight. Satana left. And although she was gone now, I knew it wouldn't be the last I saw her. She'd be back, I didn't just believe that because of her promise, but because I felt it deep down, in my heart.