0 comments/ 46917 views/ 8 favorites Demon Lover By: Averlin The glare of the computer screen seared through her eyeballs and into the back of her skull like acid. Blinking fiercely, Anna managed to pry her face away from the diabolical thing. She rubbed her temples, then let her gaze drift anywhere but back to the screen. The remains of her dinner: a half a pizza pocket and a full can of pop (nutrition was always foremost in her choice of meals). She frowned as she noticed that the pop had sprayed fizz all over her notes. Quickly damping them dry with a Kleenex, she sighed in disgust with herself for having been too caught up to even notice. Taking a deep slug of the drink, she finally spun her chair away from the desk to face the room. Anna's eyes were caught by the amulet on the coffee table. Prying herself out of her seat, she crossed the room and picked it up. It was a jade disc with a hole in the middle, entirely covered with designs and inscriptions in some foreign language, certainly not English or Spanish, and it had been hung on a simple leather thong. Flopping down on the couch, she sank into the cushions and stared at it while her mind wandered. It seemed a strange thing for Connie to have brought back for her from her vacation. Anna almost never wore jewelry and wasn't big on antiques. She recalled the fun Connie'd told her all about having had on her trip and instantly felt a pang of longing and regret so intense it hurt, like a fist squeezing, crushing her chest, and she fought back tears of frustration. It wasn't like Anna couldn't have some fun if she really wanted to, a social life, a lover if she really wanted one. She was considered attractive, was in good shape, and had a friendly enough way with people. She knew she had no one to blame but herself, but she just couldn't seem to help it; there was so much work to do, and once she got started at something she just couldn't let go until she was finished. She'd practically made herself a hermit. Life was passing her by and she was letting it go. She was such a wimp. Why couldn't she find a little adventure, a little fun like Connie had. She knew why, it would mean having to actually go somewhere and leave all the things that she spent so much time on. Why couldn't a lover just come to her without her having to go look for him? Why couldn't things be easy? She wished so hard she felt her chest might pop. "Send me someone," she said aloud. Though her eyes were closed, she turned them skyward as though someone could hear her, as though someone would actually care. "Send me a man," she breathed, voice saturated with the desperate longing that filled her. A deep voice interrupted her pity party. "Anna Maria Martinez?" it said. Naturally, she did the only reasonable thing she could do: she sat bolt upright and screamed, practically propelling herself through the back of the couch and into the wall. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded, eyes bugging out of her head. He was a tall man with long, black hair, dusky complexion and smooth, leonine features. He was in excellent shape, but not grotesquely huge. He was also naked. His cock dangled limply before him like a short, fat sausage right at eye level with her. Ignoring her question, he leaned down and took her face in his hands, giving her a fierce and insistent kiss. She struggled, even hitting him in the balls in her attempt to get free, but he didn't even seem to notice; the kiss went on. As it did, the warmth of his lips spread through her body and she felt her fear turning to something else. Anna stopped struggling and looked into his eyes. They were deep and dark like hers and she saw herself reflected in them. She trembled and knew she should be scared for her life, fighting him with all she had, but for some reason she found herself peaceful, all the fight fleeing her, and she didn’t know why. She was filled with confusion and curiosity. Why, how, was this happening? What was he doing to her? Was he even human? She knew she’d hit and scratched him, but it was as though he’d never felt a thing. He just stared into her eyes. The passion burning under the surface of his deep, dark eyes was so intense she could almost touch it. Her lips still tingled hotly from his kiss. He had a light, musky scent she couldn’t put her finger on; but it wasn’t unpleasant, just the opposite in fact. She found all her pent-up lust bubbling up and filling her chest with hot fire. It was suddenly awfully warm in here, and she was almost shocked to realise that she was quickly getting wet. He took her face in his hands and kissed her again. Surely this was a dream. She squirmed on the couch, unable to sit still. He wasn’t human. No way. This was impossible. He was surely doing something to her. But she couldn’t fight it. She didn’t even think she wanted to anymore. Her breath felt heavy in her chest. The parting of their lips left her slightly breathless. Her finger tips brushed his thighs, slid along his smooth skin, feeling the hard muscles tensing and rippling as he moved. One of her hands found his cock, wrapped around it. He broke the kiss and stood. Anna found herself staring at the thing in her hand. It was very quickly growing hard. Squeezing it, running her hand up and down it's length, she marvelled at the silkiness of the skin sliding over the hard-ribbed shaft. In moments it grew so thick her fingers barely met in their effort to encircle it, and it was long, though not grotesquely; she was sure it was eight or nine if it was an inch. She found she couldn't help herself, she had to taste it. She'd never actually done it before. She was always uncertain whether she'd like it or not. But for some reason she just felt she had to, no holding back anymore. Every dirty story she'd ever read, every fantasy she'd ever had came to the surface as she closed her lips over the head of that big cock. Her tongue curled around it and squished the soft knob against the roof of her mouth. The taste of him, the musky scent of him filled her senses. Her tall, dark stranger let her play and experiment for a bit, then placed his hand on hers, moving it back and forth along his shaft encouragingly. When he drew his hand away Anna looked up at him curiously but continued to pump her fist along him as she sucked. Throwing his head back, he moaned ecstatically. His hips thrust lightly in her grip as she stroked him. His fat cock sliding across her tongue, he gasped, lost in the sensations she gave him. Then, with a shudder, his cock leapt and fired into her. As the second and third pulses shot across her tongue Anna swallowed as best she could, then took her mouth from the jerking cock and watched as the last few spasms passed through it. She stared as the thick, whitish goo oozed down over her hand, unable to believe she'd done that. Finally, Anna released him and looked up into his face. He smiled weakly, eyes burning. And then he reached down and pulled her t-shirt free of her shorts, still without a word. Up and off it went in a flip of fabric, and her shorts quickly followed. Eager with need, Anna had her bra off in a second, but as she reached for her panties the stranger reached towards her with one finger, making her pause. With a gentle poke, he pushed her back into the couch. Eyes catching hers, her anonymous lover knelt before her and reached for the waistband of her panties himself. He slid them down over her hips, then made her raise her legs toward the ceiling as he peeled them slowly up as though savouring each moment, until finally the white cotton slipped past her toes and was discarded with a toss. Anna's legs fell open on either side of him as she relaxed, completely exposing herself to him. She gulped and watched as he ran his fingers through her long, black hair. And then, seemingly satisfied, he turned his attention fully back to her. His eyes grabbed hers again and held her for a long second, then travelled downward, over her dusky-nippled breasts, across her belly and over the dark, glistening curls of her pussy. His cock immediately sprang to life and he lowered it to it's target. Spreading the sticky lips with it's soft head, he rubbed it up and down the length of her slit several times, making her breath quicken. Then in it went, slowly and smoothly filling her. Hips pumping in a casual, steady rhythm, shifting left and right as they went, he bent his head toward hers. Grasping her shoulders, he kissed, licked, and sucked her neck. Violent shudders raced through her in a toe-curling orgasm almost instantly. Clutching his arms, Anna found herself gasping for breath. As she finally found herself able to open her eyes again he kissed her, long and passionately. His hips never stopped moving, his wicked tongue went to work on her neck and breasts, and she soon found herself cresting again. Straightening, her lover took hold of her legs and raised them, holding her calves tight to his chest and began to fuck her in earnest, driving his cock into her fast and hard, hips slapping the backs of her thighs and sending electrical jolts of fire through her. She couldn't think, she felt like she was riding a cloud. The smell of sex filled her senses. Her ears rang with the slap of his hips against her and the wet noises her body made as he drove his cock forcefully in and out of it's snug grip. Her body burned. And then she was flying over the crest again, sweet spasms clutching her belly, squeezing her lust from her, pushing her higher. She didn't want to ever come down. Her mind whirled, trying to make sense of it all. How could you accept what had just happened? The contented warmth between her thighs told her she didn't have a lot of room for argument. She could still taste the tanginess of him on her tongue. She looked down at the amulet he'd pressed into her palm, curling her fingers around it before he'd literally vanished. For long moments the only sound in the room was the deep heaviness of her breath. And then a sing-song voice broke the stillness "Oh, de-monnn... " Demon Lover This is a true account in the sense that I have recurring attacks of sleep paralysis otherwise known as hag attacks. The rest is pure fantasy. If you suffer from sleep paralysis you may not be haunted by a spirit you may only be awakening during a period of REM sleep. It may just be a simple biological explanation. I've been haunted all my life. Ever since I was a girl. I have these periodic attacks where I wake up unable to move. A heavy weight is pressed on my chest and I can only be free if I am able to somehow turn over in bed. It is not always like this though, sometimes I am half asleep and I feel that same pressure but this time it constricts my heart and what feels like electric shocks sting my body jerking me awake only to let me drift off again for it to repeat over and over. I say a rosary and salt my room like crazy and it helps but not for very long. I can't say that I'm pretty. No one really thinks so. I'm average, average height and weight with brown hair and brown eyes. So if a demon or incubus is behind my attacks I cannot understand why. I don't tell anyone about these experiences they would tell me that I am dreaming or on drugs neither of which is true. I am 22 now and I am a good girl. A virgin. I go to college and have a circle of girlfriends who like to go out. One day we ditched class and my friend Amiah tells us about this local psychic that is in the town and is of some renown. Amiah is totally into the New Age shit and the group of us groan but anything is better than class so we head out. The place is a small crackerbox room heavily scented with incense where a short squat lady sits behind a table with a tarot deck in front of her. Amiah hands her twenty bucks and sits before the lady as she cuts the cards. You can imagine the reading; Amiah will get a man soon and to watch her grades, blah, blah, blah. Everyone of us steps forward and hands over the fee required, everyone except me. I hold no faith in something another says they see I have my own tarot deck at home if I want to know my future I can read it for myself. As we leave the lady rises and grabs my upper arm as I turn toward her she drops her hand away as though she has been burned. "What's wrong?" I ask looking at her eyes her pupils have widened to such a degree that they swallow her irises. "Watch yourself." Is the cryptic answer that she gives. What the fuck was that all about? I wonder. That night I sleep undisturbed. Amiah and I along with two other girls share an apartment and the next night as I am sleeping in my bed I hear this piercing scream. I am startled awake and rise up in bed when Amiah turns the lights on. "Fuck!" I shout feeling the burning pain in my eyes as they adjust to the light. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I look up to see Amiah distraught and shaking. I rise up and guide her to her bed on the other side of the room. "I-I. I saw this thing hunched in the corner by your bed as I came in. It was huge and black in the shape of a man. It had its arms about you as it kneeled by your bedside." Amiah had been staring ahead of her with glassy eyes when she suddenly turned to me. "Didn't you feel it?" Amiah freaked me out I couldn't say a word to her. She couldn't sleep in our room she said and made up the couch in the living room for herself. I offered to sleep on the floor so that she wouldn't be alone but she vehemently refused. After two weeks Amiah was able to sleep in our room again but she kept a small nightlight on at all times. It was during this time that spring break occurred all the girls in my apartment were off to Cancun and I had to stay behind to read up for my AP classes. For three nights I had a peaceful time in the house doing my work. On the fourth night I lay in bed half asleep when I felt the familiar pressure on my chest. My hands were up by my ears and I felt them being pressed down by the wrists. Usually a white noise loudly fills my ears but this time there was no sound. I felt the pressure on my wrists lighten slightly and I tried willing my muscles to move so I could turn over and end the episode but no. I was able to open my eyes though which never happened before and I visibly saw the sheets being pulled down off my body by a huge black shadow. When they reached my feet I felt the soft touch of fingers lifting the edge of my nightgown pulling it up my waist. My breath came in shaky gasps as I could not move only watch as this large shadow moved over me. I knew instinctively this was a man. A man now caressing my breasts now licking my neck sending goosebumps over my neck. I couldn't speak or cry out I could only accept the wet passionate kisses on my skin. I closed my eyes in exhilarated fear. My nipple was enveloped in hot warmth and pleasure flowed through me. Hands went to my knees opening them up finding no resistance. I felt strong fingers grip the waistband of my panties pulling them down. The soft touch of cotton erotic on the skin of my thighs. I could feel him warm and heavy between my legs his hot velvety skin shocking me. In my mind I had always thought demons to have scales. I felt the soft wet tip of his cock pause at the entrance of my cunt. No, I thought. He pushed in slipping remarkably easily into my virgin cunt. I had never had a man before but this spectral dream felt so good. He stayed where he was for a moment but then he began to move. He rode me incredibly hard and fast parting my thighs even more so that he could sink deeper into me. I couldn't respond at all only lie there and moan in my head when he stopped. My cunt burnt and sore he rose up off me and I dared to open my eyes. The psychic was right now that I think on it in retrospect. But how could I have known what was the cause of my night attacks? In the end my friends came home to the apartment to find my body pristine and clean in my white nightdress my hands folded over my chest. As I watched them bury me. My demon lover who stood at my side begged my forgiveness as he couldn't stop. He just couldn't stop all those years ago. I had known him once before he said and he claimed that one taste, one lifetime was not enough for him. I had to be his to have and to hold forever. Demon Lover Ch. 01 Solution for the woman with a strong libido. She was skeptical. All she wanted was a man who could have sex for an hour or so. She didn’t want pills or toys. Satisfaction guaranteed. Sure. She went in anyway. There were several other women waiting. They did not look at each other. One by one, they went through the inner door. Finally, she was called. We have only one co-client remaining, they told her. Our guarantee is for complete satisfaction of both parties. In honesty, they said, he has frightened most of the other women. She agreed to at least meet him. Another door opened. The man who came in was huge. At least seven feet tall, broad shoulders, long blue-black hair loose around his shoulders, very odd, piercing red-brown eyes. And almost too handsome to be true. She looked up at him and her heart beat faster. He took her hand gently, politely. Then he was ushered out the door. Well? they asked. Oh, yes, she said. They smiled, relieved. One came in and nodded. You will be given a soundproof chamber for one day. After that, your arrangements are your own. She licked suddenly dry lips and nodded. She was escorted to a dressing room where she could leave her clothes and bathe. She went into the chamber set aside for them. He lounged on the huge bed, waiting for her. He gestured welcome. Then he smiled and she was lost. She went to the bed and lay beside him. “Did they explain my requirements?” he asked. “No,” she said softly. His eyes grew cold for an instant. She touched his cheek. “I find you very attractive,” she said and blushed. “Tell me what you wish.” His eyes warmed. Perhaps this would suit after all. She had not flinched from him. And she did not seem to be afraid. He kissed her long and deep until she was breathless. Then he kept kissing her lips and her body. She caressed him, yielded to his kisses. “I require that you be bound,” he said softly, still kissing her. She was having a hard time thinking. He was arousing her so much. Bound? As in tied up? She looked deep into his red-brown eyes. And found the thought of being helpless with him overpoweringly erotic. She smiled softly. “As you wish,” she whispered. He reached up and pulled silk cords from the edges of the bed. He tied her wrists, spreading her arms over her head. Then he bound her ankles, spreading her legs wide. He began kissing and licking her body. Tasting her, arousing her. He bit gently on her hard nipples. She quivered and moaned as pleasure shot through her. Then he moved down her body to her clitoris. His mouth and tongue stimulated her until she was writhing, moaning, straining to his lips. Then he gently bit her clitoris and she climaxed, her body rigid as wave after wave of pleasure poured through her. He knelt between her legs. And she saw the size of him. His erect penis was enormous. Long and thick. “Please,” she whispered, “may I taste you?” He moved up her body until she could lick and kiss his huge penis. He was hot and very hard. She wished she could hold him in her hands. Since she couldn’t, she concentrated on kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling as much of it as she could. He watched her eager ministrations. His eyes began glowing, turning more and more red. He finally pulled back from her eager lips. He moved to enter her. And he let himself swell to his full size. He positioned the hot tip just at her vaginal lips. He was burning hot. She was aroused, wanting. He pushed just the tip into her. She moaned. It felt like he had pushed his fist into her. He was huge! She looked up, caught by his burning red gaze. “I also require that you scream for me,” he whispered. And plunged his entire, long, hard, massively thick erection completely into her. She arched and screamed at the pain of him tearing deeper into her than she thought possible. Then he did it again and again as she thrashed and screamed and screamed. She fought the bonds as he ripped deep into her again and again. The intense pain of his enormous erection penetrating hard and deep into her had her thrashing and screaming. And, in spite of the pain, an intense pressure was building in her. The pain was moving into a different level. Suddenly the pressure burst and she arched and shrieked in climax, her body throbbing and writhing as the pain and pleasure wove together into an intense, long, hard orgasm. It had taken him an hour to bring her to this level. Her body still trembled and moved under him. He was still massively hard in her. Her eyes locked on his glowing red gaze. “Again,” he said quietly and felt her muscles clench around him. This time, he withdrew almost completely out of her. Only the hot, huge head of his penis was in her. Then he plunged hard, twisting, deep into her. She bucked and howled. Each measured thrust twisted into her, intensifying the pain-laced pleasure as she thrashed and screamed and climaxed. On and on. An hour. Another. Another. She couldn’t scream any more. She could only whimper and thrash and climax and climax and climax. Hard, sharp, deep twisting thrusts brought his climax bursting in her. He pulsed burning hot, hard, deep into her as orgasm continued to throb around him. She lay limp, quivering, and sated. He gazed down at her. “Did I satisfy you?” he whispered. “Oh, yes!” she breathed. “Will you satisfy me?” he asked softly. She looked up into his burning red eyes. “Can I satisfy you?” she whispered. “I do not know,” he admitted. She felt him pulsing in her, huge, hot, hard. And she smiled. “I will try,” she said softly, moving her hips against his. His mouth came down on hers as he thrust hard and deep into her. She moaned and kissed him hungrily as he plunged into her over and over. Filling her with intense pain and pleasure. Her climaxes began almost immediately. On and on until she would thrash and moan and scream hoarsely, climaxing hard around him. He pulsed another hot, hard climax deep into her. Hours later, another. She bucked and twisted under him. Her body was tender and sore. Each hard, twisting thrust of his massively hard penis sent shivers of pain and pleasure through her. He used her until she was beyond sated. His burning climaxes were harder and longer. Finally, he pulsed one last massive, burning hot climax deep into her as she throbbed and shrieked, her own climax weaving with his, pain and pleasure almost too intense to bear. He finally withdrew from her, slowly, savoring her quivering body even as he left it. “Did I satisfy you?” she whispered faintly, breathlessly. He kissed her gently, his eyes once more red-brown. “Yes, you did,” he said softly. A chime sounded. “Our time is over,” he said. She made a soft sound of protest. “Shall I take you with me?” he asked softly. “Yes!” she breathed, “yes!” His eyes flared red. A strange mist boiled into the room and the room disappeared. He moved over her. His enormous penis once again hot, hard, thick, and long. He plunged deep and hard into her. She shrieked in pain, thrashing under his heavy body. Again and again as she screamed and climaxed. She looked up at him and moaned. He was still inhumanly beautiful. Horns now grew from his head. Huge black-feathered wings wrapped around them and his eyes were red fire. “I shall pleasure you for eternity,” he said. He began thrusting deep and hard into her thrashing climaxing body. On and on and on…