2 comments/ 9978 views/ 6 favorites The Devil and Me Ch. 01 By: johnbrown65 I cuddled against Sarah, feeling her breasts against my chest. It was our first time, my first time. I was twenty-five and I couldn't believe my luck at finding someone so beautiful and caring, but I still felt inadequate. Why had it taken me so long to find someone, and why did I still feel so worthless? Why was such an awesome girl giving me a chance? My cock hung limp in my jeans, I hoped she couldn't feel it. She didn't seem to notice, but I was sure she could. I shifted my position, and got up from the bed slowly. "What's up?" she said. "Just going to the bathroom," I lied. "It's just down the stairs and to the left." As I started to move, I started to feel a slight pressure in my bladder, realizing that the white lie I had told to escape was actually starting to come true. I walked to the stairs, and as I started to descend them, they creaked ominously. The lights were off downstairs, and as I got further downstairs, the darkness started to surround me, and I felt suddenly claustrophobic. I looked back up the stairs to see if I had missed a light switch. I saw none. I looked down into the blackness, and saw nothing again. I gripped the railing, even more fearful now, for reasons I couldn't articulate. I reached the last step, after a walk that seemed like forever. I was sure I'd have to fumble around in the dark to find a light switch or the bathroom door, but I saw the door slightly ajar with golden light streaming out through the gap. I walked in, flipped up the seat, unzipped my pants, and let the pressure inside me slowly release. As I did it, my eyes lowered and focused on my dick, in many ways the cause of all the trouble. It hung there, limp and small, and I felt the most immense sadness I had ever felt. I just couldn't face her, the enormity of disrobing in front of another human being with all the shame inside myself, which just wouldn't go away. It seemed like my junk was receding even further inside my body, becoming comically small. I sighed, pulled up my boxers and jeans, and zipped up. I opened the bathroom door and was about to leave, go upstairs and apologize to the beautiful woman waiting for me for ruining our perfect night. Then the smell hit me. Sulfur wafted into my nostrils, and I thought I must have farted, but I knew that I hadn't. Then I saw some smoke coming through the door. I panicked, thinking that there must be a fire instead. My mind slowly registered that this was not regular smoke. It was a dark rust color, and along with the sharp sulfur note I had first noticed, there was also a softer, sweet smell in the smoke, like fresh pears, that as I inhaled more and more, slowly relaxed my mind and body. All my cares melted away. I stepped into the hallway, and saw that the smoke was coming from further down the hallway, from a room that was now illuminated, that hadn't been lit before. I walked slowly toward the door, and peered around the edge to see what was going on. Inside the room, there was no furniture but a leather lounge chair with a few pillows. Oh and there was also one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, clad in a dark lacy thong and bra. Her silky dark hair crashed over her perfect shoulders in waves. My words failed in any way to describe her tight voluptuous body that seemed to defy gravity. Her skin was a gorgeous bronze that seemed to have a red glow under it. I stared deeply into her deep dark brown eyes, and she spoke. "Hello Tomas." "How do you know my name? Who are you? How did you get here?" "You will find out all in time. You can call me Lucy." "Well, what do you want, Lucy? You're not hanging in my girlfriend's basement for fun." "Tomas, I want to help you with your 'little problem.'" "And how are you gonna make my dick bigger, not to mention why you'd want to?" "Well, I'm a very special woman, with a lot of talents. If I can't do it, no charge." "And what's the charge if you do?" "Just a little favor you'll do for me after you're dead." "After I'm dead?" "Sure. But do you even believe in such a thing? Is it really that important, when compared to something that will make every day of the rest of your life better?" "I guess you're right. What have I really got to lose?" "Exactly." "So what do I do?" "Sign on the dotted line." A piece of parchment with barely readable script appeared in a puff of the rust-colored smoke, along with a feather quill. I picked it up and began to sign. I winced as a slice opened in my arm, and the blood flowed into the pen as I wrote. I finished signing and set down the pen. The cut healed instantly, and then I felt a swelling in my pants as my cock doubled in size, becoming a full ten inches, and became much thicker. "Holy shit," I said. "Come over here, big boy," she said in her sultry voice. "That wasn't part of the deal." "Well, I can't very well not give my handiwork a test drive, now can I?" She snapped her fingers once, and her bra unhooked and her thong slipped off. She did it again, and my shirt flew off, my zipper dropped, as did my pants and underwear. She snapped a third time, and I was harder than an iron bar. She stepped across the room to me, her spiked heels clicked across the floor as she grabbed me. Then she hopped up on me, landing perfectly on my hard cock. The waves of pleasure gripped me and wouldn't let go, just like her legs, that now wrapped around my torso. She landed a kiss on my lips like I'd never felt before. Her tits flew through the air past my face as we fucked furiously. I wrapped my mouth around a nipple, grabbed her pillowy yet tight ass for dear life and nearly passed out, but as I lost my footing I landed on the lounge just right. She kept banging so hard that my pelvis felt like it was bruised. I couldn't believe I was holding on this long. It must be a bonus of whatever she had done to me. But finally I let go, and she did as well, her eyes glowing bright red. She screamed so loud I was sure Sarah must have heard, and then it was over. She got up, with my seed slowly dripping from her pussy, bent over to give me another amazing kiss, that made my whole body tingle. She turned back for a second and looked me straight in the eye. "See you in hell, lover," said Lucy as she blew me a kiss and disappeared in a puff of rust-colored smoke. Then there was nothing left but a little smoke and the smell of sulfur and fresh pears. I got dressed quickly and ascended the stairs to my waiting girlfriend. I asked her if she had noticed anything weird. She said no. I seemed to be ready to go again, and we made sweet gentle love for a short while. It was amazing, but I kept thinking of Lucy no matter how hard I tried. I said goodnight to Sarah, got into my car, and was on my way home. I heard the semi too late, I tried to swerve, and the undercarriage hit me, cleaving my body in two. I saw my legs stay in the car as my torso was flung clear of the car, and I landed on the side of the road. It seemed as if I could hear the mellifluous yet sinister laugh of Lucy, as I slowly bled out. To Be Continued... The Devil and Me Ch. 02 As I watched my own bleeding, bisected body, my eyes slowly flickered then closed. After I could no longer hold my eyes open, my brain started to fade. Then there was nothing at all. Then I felt my mind slowly fade back in, and I began to feel my limbs, and then I felt intense pain everywhere, then my nose started working, and I smelled the smoke of sulfur and sweet pears again. The pain abated, and I opened my eyes to see Lucy and a beautiful young girl of only 18 years of age, who looked like Lucy and somehow familiar in another way I couldn't put a finger on. I got up and looked around at the chamber we were in, which was a rough-hewn cave of red stone, with a magnificent carved stone throne in one corner and in the other a roaring rust-colored fire, and the walls held myriad tunnels going who knows where, and small windows through which I could see the freezing wilderness outside the cave, which seemed to extend forever. "Good to see you up, lover," said Lucy as she approached me and linked her arms loosely around my waist. It was at this point that I noticed that all three of us were naked. "Isn't Mary lovely," she said, indicating the beautiful girl, and I shrugged as noncommittally as I could with a raging hard-on. "Of course, you are not being truthful, but of course you must be thinking of your little girlfriend. Don't worry about that. Neither she nor anyone else you two know will remember your relationship at all, just that she dated a nondescript guy and they recently broke up amicably when he moved to Europe." She grabbed my head and pulled it right next to her face, whispering, "just remember that I own you." Her iron grip shocked me with its power as did the harshness of her voice, but then just as suddenly she let go and lightened, "but don't worry, you'll enjoy it. I'll make sure of it." She giggled in her gorgeous tones again, and turned around, exposing her perfect ass and beautiful mane of dark hair. I noticed that, unlike her appearance when we had first met in the mortal world, she had a thick and whiplike tail that extended five feet out from where it met her body at her tailbone, and a pair of leathery bat-like wings that were folded up very small so that instead of extending from her shoulder blades to their presumably several foot wingspan, in their folded position they curved up only slightly, then back down to meet at points only a finger's breadth or so apart from both each other and the spot where her tail erupted from the base of her spine. Then I realized that she also had some medium sized pointed horns sprouting from her forehead, which I hadn't noticed before as I had been gobsmacked by her luscious curves and perfect facial features, and also because the extreme volume of her hair obscured all but the points of the horns, which poked up slightly above her coiffure. She then spoke again, normally, but in slightly clipped tones, as if she had somewhere better to be, or as if she had just been teased for hours, and just wanted something hard inside her, but was still trying to be polite, despite a burning urge not to. "Now, though I will be your lover, and your boss, and your owner, I will not be as harsh with you as I am with many of my servants, and those foolish enough to make a deal with me. I find you not only attractive, minus of course your natural problem I fixed in return for your service, but even among humans your naivete is frankly adorable to one as jaded by years of experience as I am. Also, besides your services in the bedroom, the ones you will perform for me in the mortal world are perhaps the most important ones that any mortal will perform for me in the course of my very long life. And so, I'm going to give you a little gift to remember me by on your first sojourn back to the mortal world, and to welcome you to your new home, and your new family. Mary, show him a good time." Lucy retreated to her throne to sit and watch the show. I saw Mary move so fast, it seemed as if at one instant she was standing, watching from her previous position a few paces diagonally from the throne, and the next she was kneeling in front of me, almost as if she hadn't moved at all. She looked up at me, and I stared into her deep, dark brown eyes that looked just like her- what was Lucy to her? Mother, sister, cousin? Did the Devil have relatives? Was Lucy the real Devil, or some lower order demon? And why did she look so familiar, even beyond her obvious connection to Lucy? Then suddenly all questions dropped from my mind as I fell under the sway of her striking unearthly eyes, and her perfect lips slipped over my cock, as it slipped further into her mouth and then pushed into her throat and kept going until the whole thing was inside her oral cavity. I had gotten blowjobs from my prom date in high school and a couple of girls I'd dated in college, but they never satisfied me, in fact I'd gone limp in their mouths and never got off because they were so terrible at it. Some of them tried a couple times to make it work, the best lasted almost a month trying fruitlessly to orally stimulate me, but all of them finally gave up, and told me that they understood that I was gay, and I just needed to come to terms with it and stop breaking the hearts of girls who cared for me, and to find a guy that I could be happy with. I was always too polite to tell them that I didn't think I liked blowjobs all that much, and that frankly they were awful at it anyway. The gay rumors got around, and by the middle of my sophmore year in college, my "homosexuality" was an open secret amongst all the girls on campus, and I never a got a date at college after that. Sarah was a girl that my parents had set me up with the summer before I entered law school, while I stayed with them. Our parents went to church together, and she was not nearly as sexually adventurous as any of my college girlfriends or my high school sweetheart, which wasn't saying much, but it took a lot of heavy petting and making out before she decided that she wanted our first time to be in the first week of August, so that we could have some fun in the time we had left before I went to law school at NYU. Which as we all know went swimmingly. But at least she didn't try to blow me. However, unlike all the bitey, gagging and all other sorts of terrible oral sex I had received, Mary's lips and throat were magnificent. Like a Dyson vacuum, she had the proper amount of suction. Her tight throat massaged the head of my penis, and her lips sucked hard at the base, but not painfully so, and her tongue slowly caressed my shaft within her warm, wet mouth. Her head moved quickly back and forth, giving me pleasure like I had never experienced before. When I could tear my eyes away from her spellbinding gaze for a second I could see her lustrous straight hair flying through the air in shining waves as her head moved upon me, and her firm and full tits and bubble butt jiggled slightly. Even her horns were kind of adorable. I couldn't believe I was holding up against her amazing assault, but somehow I was. She lifted her tail, and reached around quickly enough, outside my field of vision, that she reached around and rested the tip of her tail against my posterior. I jumped a little at the touch, but tried not to move. She began to slide it back and forth between my cheeks, which made me suppress a giggle cause it tickled a little, then she began to rub just the tip against my asshole, and then it slowly penetrated me, then retracted, and continued, moving further and further inside each time, and it felt amazing. And then, as she bottomed out inside me, I bottomed out deep inside her throat, and exploded like I never had before. I grabbed onto the back of her head for dear life, and the intensity of my orgasm tightened every muscle in my body, then released them, then tightened them again as I blew one incredibly powerful load after another into her throat. I felt as if I must have decapitated her with the power of my ejaculation, but I still felt her strong suction surrounding me. I could barely stay conscious as I pounded her throat she pounded my ass. Then after what seemed like half an hour of full body continuous pain and pleasure, the thrusting stopped as we were both spent. I slowly slipped out of her mouth, as I let go of her. I could see that she had swallowed every single drop. Every muscle in my body gave way as I fell forward limply to the ground, but managed to throw out my arms, narrowly avoiding giving myself a concussion. I landed atop part of her tail with my pubic bone, causing her to squeal as part of my weight landed on the apparently very sensitive appendage. I apologized furiously, and she giggled at my obsequiousness, and patted me on the shoulder. My arms gave out and my torso fell the rest of the way, only slightly dinging my cranium on the stone. She bent over to kiss the back of my head, then walked out of the throne room, her heels clicking against the stone floor, giving a slight sigh of sexual pleasure and satisfaction when she was far enough away that she thought I couldn't hear, though I heard it clear as a bell. Lucy clicked her way across the floor, and yanked me up by my shoulders, and at her touch, I revived, and found purchase on the floor with my feet. "Now, your first mission awaits you, but first I must awaken your true potential." She placed her arms on my shoulders, squinted her eyes as if flinching from an intense pain. Then her hands began to glow, as did my entire body. Her whole body clenched, drawing blood from my shoulders as her hands dug in, and her mouth opened in the most anguished scream I had ever heard in my life. At least until I heard myself begin to scream as her actions started to affect my body. It seemed as if the opposite of my joining with Mary was happening as my body felt pain beyond my mind's ability to comprehend, as muscles tore, bones broke, my skin was literally on fire, and wings, horns and tail spurted from my body as I burned. My flesh melted away, and I could see my bare muscles and skeleton begin to reform into new shapes through the flames surrounding me. As that finished, my new skin wrapped around me, the rich reddish tan of Lucy and Mary. Lucy finally let go and collapsed onto her throne, exhausted. I looked at my body and despite the new features, I seemed to look much the same as I did before, but as I tested my new body I felt huge, amazing strength rippling through my body, though I was only slightly more toned than before, and my joints were incredibly flexible, such that I could touch my ankle to my ass, or my heel to my head, should I so choose. "And now for your first mission, my dear," the exhausted Lucy wheezed, "you are to impregnate your mother, awaken her as I have done to you, then bring her back here with you. I will guide you through the difficult parts of the awakening and transportation rituals when it is time." "And by the way, though I am weakened now and you are strong, do not attempt to kill me. You could do it, although even in this weakened state, I am extremely difficult for you to kill. If you did so, however, you would be bound to be the ruler of this dimension. And I can more or less guarantee that not only would you not want to do that, you would almost certainly be defeated by the forces arrayed against us without my help, and after their failure to kill me in their last invasion, they will probably not kill you, but rather keep you to torture, in ways even sicker than I can imagine." "Wait, you can't possibly expect me to commit incest with my mother! And even if I wanted to, how could I possibly convince her to do anything in this body?" "As to your second question, you won't have to do it in that body. Like me, you will be perceived more or less as you were before in the mortal plane, unless you choose to be yourself truly, or you may be perceived more or less any way you choose. And as for the first question, it's a little rich to complain about incest when you just got blown by your own daughter. Bye now!" She waved cutely, blew me a kiss, then snapped her fingers, and I disappeared in a puff of smoke... To Be Continued... The Devil and Me Ch. 03 My head spun as I woke up in my bed. It spun even more as I realized that I was not in the bed of my apartment, but my childhood bedroom in my parents' house. Or I suppose I should say my mother's house, as my father had not lived there since his untimely death by heart attack a few years back. I looked over and saw my key ring on the nightstand, and among the keys I could no longer see the apartment key that was a welcome reminder of my own tiny postage stamp of home. I saw my car key on the ring, and a twitch of my eyes towards the window showed me that rather than a hunk of twisted steel with my rotting, cloven corpse, it was sitting in the driveway in just the condition I remembered from Sarah's the night before. Clearly Lucy had messed with more than I had even realized. I looked at the time, realizing from the light that it must be late morning at least. The clock read 11 sharp, and I groggily decided that I had to do something besides lay around, although I didn't particularly feel willing or even capable of doing what Lucy had asked me to do. I became aware that I was naked in my bed, and got up to get dressed. I pulled out a set of clothes from the dresser, set them out and slowly donned t-shirt, boxers and socks, and began walking towards my closet to grab one of the pairs of pants hanging there. I was stopped abruptly by the inward swing of my bedroom door. It moved too fast for me to react and hit solidly. I landed on the ground, getting an eyeful of my mother's lacy red underthings beneath her short, tight skirt. "Sorry honey," she said, looking down at me, "just wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready." I watched her sauntering out, her huge, firm ass shaking back and forth within the close-fitting confines of her blue Lycra miniskirt. I thought she must have been exercising, as I saw a drip of sweat fall, slowly tracing a meandering trail down her long, gorgeous legs. Or was it sweat? I followed the drip back up the copper tower to its origin, slowly seeping through her panties, which had been bone-dry when I had caught a glimpse only seconds earlier. Had I made my own mother dripping wet that fast? Was there more than big dicks and illusions to my new form? I smelt her juices wafting toward me when she left the room, and I popped an instant boner. I tried to shift it around in my boxers to try and hide it, and while not terribly successful, once I had put on the loosest pair of pants I could find, the bulge wasn't obscenely obvious, but easily identifiable by anyone who was old enough to know what an erection was. I followed the one smell I was reasonably certain wouldn't give me wood, bacon and eggs. I dug into the delicious crispy bacon and squirting sunny side up eggs. Then I tore through a delicious bowl of Cheerios, without milk, and I leaned back, draining a tall cranberry juice. My mother laughed at my ravenous appetite, asked me if I wanted any more eggs and bacon. I nodded around my glass of juice, then set it down, thinking of my father. It had struck mother hard, and I wondered why she was suddenly her old self again. I asked her if she still missed him, and she said, "Of course not, honey. I knew it was coming. Every man who's married into this family has died in his 40s or 50s. Normal men just can't keep up with the women in our family. I got to spend more time with your father than most of us do with our husbands. And I have the perfect man of the house to replace him, right here. Funny how I can't remember any other boys in the family history besides you." As she said this, her massive breasts hung within a Lycra top matching her skirt, right in front of my face. I had wilted a little while eating, but seeing her magical cleavage and smelling her intoxicating aroma made me harder than steel, harder than I thought I could be. I snuck glances at her as she clicked back over to the stove and began cooking. Had taboos really been the only thing stopping me from noticing this insanely hot woman? Sure she had a little bit of a belly but her insanely full melons and ghetto booty sat balanced atop perfectly formed legs that were long by most standards but even more so in comparison to the shortness of her torso. A mane of golden curls lovingly caressed her face and shoulders. I saw her sneak a peek at my package, and while she thought I wasn't looking, her bright red lips curled into a spectacular smile, the skin crinkling slightly around her beautiful blue eyes. Every fiber of my body wanted to give my mother the best sex of either of our lives, but I was still afraid that despite her obvious arousal, she'd still say it was wrong. And did I really want to do what Lucy wanted? Could I lose what independence I had by giving in? Or would defying Lucy cause her to do something terrible to me, or the rest of my family? I decided to leave and get rid of the erection with some furious masturbation. Maybe I could think straight then. I finished my second helping, washed my plate, and began to leave, but she grabbed my arm, pulling me towards her. She asked what I was doing, and I made a stupid excuse. She pretended to believe me, and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I moved to avoid it, but somehow ended up maneuvering us into a gentle lip touch. The gentle brushing sent fire, ice and lightning throughout my body, and suddenly we were playing tonsil hockey in ways that would get us sent to the penalty box. We were in a tight clinch, with no doubt about my throbbing friend anymore, and the wetness that had dripped from her earlier was soaking through the front of her skirt and onto the front of my pants. I pulled back, feeling the wetness, but couldn't get up the nerve to let go of her. She looked up sheepishly at me. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." "Mom, did you like it?" "Yes, honey, I did, but that doesn't make it right." "Well, I felt it too. Like you said, our family is special, and maybe being the first male born in so long means that we have a special destiny. You said as much, regular guys can't keep up. And if we both want to do it, is it really all that bad? I would only worry about one of us getting hurt, and I love you too much to hurt you, and I know you love me too much to hurt me." "You're right honey," she said, collapsing into my chest sobbing. I held her close, comforting her by slowly caressing her back. I thought of the words I had said seconds before, words I could never imagine saying the morning before that somehow seemed so right now. She raised her head, tears still in her eyes, but her radiant smile spread across her lips and sparkled deep in her eyes. "You're right honey! I've never felt like this with any man before, and we're still wearing clothes! If anyone had said this would happen, I'd never believe them. I probably would have slapped them. But now I can't imagine it any other way." Then a shock of realization fell across her face. "Oh shit! Honey! Your sister is still in the house! She hasn't left for school! And us such a mess! What do we do?" As if our worries had summoned her, we heard the sound of my 18-year old sister walking down the steps to the kitchen. Not thinking, I grabbed my mother in my arms, and with a burst of inhuman strength and speed, I carried her across the kitchen, barely missing pots and pans with her flailing feet. I bounded up the stairs, and dropped her in her bed, still soaking wet. I ran to my room, and quickly changed the pants soaked with my mother's juices. I headed back down the stairs slowly, to meet my sister Rebeca in the kitchen. "What was all the commotion about?" "Nothing Becks, Mom was making breakfast, she broke her heel and fell. I carried her upstairs. There should still be enough food left for you." I sat and watched Rebeca slowly eat her food. Her cheerleading outfit was covered on the bottom by baggy class sweatpants she wore to keep warm, but I could see the top which was tight and low cut, shining spandex in the red color of our high school. Decorative accents were artfully arranged in green, the school's other color. I didn't want to look at Becks like I had our mother, but it was suddenly so hard. Despite her being my sister, and my best friend, I was captivated. I tried not to watch her heavy breasts rising and falling beneath the taut top. Averting my eyes from that sight, I caught a glimpse of her straight cinnamon hair woven into a gorgeous updo, with a few strands hanging loose, cheekily framing the bright green eyes and red lips set in her flawless face. As I caught her eyes I saw her smiling with a weird look, and waving goodbye. It seemed as if no time had passed at all, but her plate was clean, and she was bundling up to face the chilly Minneapolis weather as she walked out to catch a bus. Pondering the cool breeze that flowed through the house in the wake of the closing door, I realized that it was mid-September, when it had only been mid-August the night before, when I had lost my life. I should be in New York, studying the law by now, not to mention that a month had passed without my knowing. I figured this was all more of Lucy's meddling, which I'd have to talk to her about at some point. I walked upstairs to ask Mom what she knew, but on the way I noticed something through the door of my room which I'd missed earlier. An open envelope from NYU, similar to the one I'd remembered getting before, but unlike that other one, stuffed full of registration materials and new student orientation packets, it was flat, filled only with a rejection letter. Guess I had all the answers I needed on that front. I figured I'd have to face Mom eventually, so I went over to her room. I saw her lying on the bed, on her side in a seductive position. Her clothes were still damp with her juices, and she gave me a giant Cheshire Cat smile. "When you carried me like that, I thought, 'my son must be Superman!'" "Superman is more than just power, Mom," I said with no small amount of sadness, "you really should get out of those dirty clothes." "I guess so." She leaned forward, pulling off the skirt, and then without warning, she shot forward. Suddenly her teeth pulled and undid my belt buckle, and a hand shot out, pulling the belt free of the loops so fast that the belt snapped me on the ass. My pants dropped to the floor, and that was it. I couldn't delude myself into thinking that I didn't want to fuck her for the rest of my life, or at the very least until Becks came home. I couldn't pretend that I didn't want to do everything Lucy wanted me to do to her, and more. Mom, far more horny than I had even guessed, pushed me down on the floor, ripping my underwear off with a loud tearing noise. She went down on me, ripping my shirt off with the other hand, with an even louder rip. I went apeshit, tearing through her clothes with the same ferocity as she had mine. She sprung on top of me, and I slipped into her as if we were built for each other. "Oh God, Mom, that's amazing! Are you on the pill?" "Silly, I never have been. I'm allergic. The whole family is!" If I thought I couldn't be any more horny, I was wrong. I didn't want to be, oh how I didn't want to be. I didn't want to give Lucy the satisfaction. Maybe if I hadn't been ordered. I loved a powerful woman, but whenever anybody tried to boss me around, I wanted to rebel. It didn't matter that I loved my mother. It didn't matter that I had never felt this good ever. I wanted to not want what I wanted so hard. But the lust exploded throughout my skull, burning at the back of my eyes. I tried to pull out, tried to let go, but my inhibitions vaporized like the dust inside a grain silo, sparked by the click of a lighter held by a nicotine-craving farmhand. I stopped thinking and buried my face in her gigantic tits, kissing them, sucking on them, becoming one with them. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling myself into her depths, deeper than I thought I could. I gripped her ass, that seemed to have the feel of one of those stress balls, firm yet giving, and my mind slipped away. I was an animal. I spanked her as hard as I could and I heard her yelp like a stuck pig, felt her bite down into my shoulder, then felt my warm blood trickle down my shoulder. She looked up and I saw a little blood trickling from her mouth before she locked lips with me. Things were getting even weirder, and I loved it! We were clawing each others' backs like cats gripping for purchase as they fell down a silk curtain. I nibbled at her breasts, not gently, but not so hard that they were bleeding. My hands slipped down to her lovely little tush, and I slapped it hard, but not as hard as before, and I heard her purr a little before she bit down on my earlobe. I tapped her to make her let go when it started to hurt too much. She seemed to be enjoying it so I let her as long as I could, but I didn't want her to tear my ear off. I thought that my new body could probably repair the damage, but I didn't want to find out. Then I felt it coming. I knew I could hold out a while longer, but there was no turning back. I don't know how, but she knew it too, and we were going to make the most of it. I pulled my ass back to the wall, and we began pounding into each other at a thousand thrusts a minute. She came uncontrollably, calling me by name, calling me her "beautiful nasty darling baby boy", and every other name she could think of from filthy to cute. She bit down hard on my other shoulder, moaning into my bloody scapula as I thrust. I gasped as I exploded into my mother's womb. My cork popped, planting my seed deep within her. I knew somehow that my first task for Lucy was complete. Somewhere inside her, the first steps leading to a new life began. I slipped out of her, leaning back against the wall with a thud. There was a lot of blood on me, and I was a little freaked out. Mom laid a comforting hand on my shoulder and said "I'm sorry about that honey, it's just that I haven't had any since your dad died and things got a little out of hand. Your grandmother told me to wait, because a special man was going to come along, and I should get ready for him. Never dreamed it would be you." "Don't worry Mom, that was amazing, let's just try for less blood next time." "What makes you think there will be a next time, young man? And you probably should call me Claudia after what we did. You aren't supposed to do that with your Mom." "Well, Claudia, it seems like we did do it, and if I really am the special man Grandma meant, then there are many times more left to go for us. I had a great time, and while I'm not sure how I feel about it, I'm pretty sure I am that special guy. I just don't know how Grandma knew about all this..." "What are you talking about, Tomas?" "I'm not totally sure myself, Mom. But what I do know, I'm not sure it's my place to tell you. I'm sure she'll tell you in her own time." "Grandma?" "Not exactly, Mom. Though I am gonna have to talk to her sooner rather than later." "Well, seems like I'm not going to get anything out of you right now, so I guess I'll deal with the problem at hand. We seem to have a mess around here, don't we?" When I realized that she was talking about the mess of our juices sitting in my lap, my dong was up and ready for business. I relaxed as she went to town on my slightly sore member, gently stroking her left shoulder and massaging her head and neck with my other hand. I felt a buzzing at the back of my brain then suddenly I heard a voice speaking to me clear as day, which I didn't recognize. I was thoroughly confused, since no one was around but Mom, and I was balls-deep in her mouth. It had to be in my head, somehow. "Tomas, I'm going to help you through the awakening ritual now," said the voice which I now recognized as Lucy's. "Who are you?" It was Mom's voice, which I was hearing in my head as well. "My name is Lucy." "That doesn't tell me much, dear. Tomas, is there something you want to tell me?" "Well Mom...it's kind of complicated..." "Claudia, I'm your new daughter!" "What?" Mom and I thought this in unison. A look of shock passed across her face, and I breathed a short prayer of thanks that she hadn't bit my dick off in her panic. Then I realized that I was probably beyond prayer at this point. But now it was clear that I was in deep shit. I had spent the whole time since I'd left Lucy first trying to avoid doing what she wanted, then the rest in the bone zone. Now that I was thinking clearly for the first time in hours I realized the problem wasn't just that I had just nailed my mom like a squeaky floorboard. In fact that was maybe the easiest part, since despite her initial misgivings, she seemed pretty into the whole thing. How would I explain to her my relationship with Lucy? I didn't fully understand what our relationship was, or who or what Lucy was. Come to that, perhaps the most strange part was her motivations. Why had she asked me to impregnate my mother? How could I explain to Mom that Lucy had asked me to do what I had done to her? And what might she ask me to do next? And who was Mary? Lucy had called her my daughter, and she certainly resembled Lucy as well, but how could that be? We'd had sex, sure, but I'd met Mary only a short while after Lucy and I had done it, and as far as I could tell, Mary was a full-grown woman. "Tomas, I think the three, or four of us, need to have a serious talk, ASAP." When I heard Mom say this, I came to the sickening realization that she had heard everything I had thought. To Be Continued... The Devil and Me Ch. 04 I felt a sickening thud in my stomach as I realized that there was no hope. I couldn't talk my way out of this. Maybe Lucy could do some kind of whammy on Mom's mind, but then she'd be someone other than the woman I'd grown to love in more ways than one. I couldn't bear to have something like that happen to her, even if it meant we could never share moments like the one we'd shared in her bedroom. I could feel that Mom had heard the thoughts I'd just been thinking. I sensed comforting yet still upset vibes coming from Mom's direction. "I guess we better have a meeting with your new 'friends', Tomas." Her mouth was now free of my member, and I imagined it wasn't going there again anytime soon. "Well, I don't know if 'friends' is really the right term, Mom. So Lucy, what do we have to do now?" "Dearest, you just do what I did to you. First grab onto your mother's shoulder's, like I did." "Mom, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" "I'm not sure, honey, but I don't see as how we have any choice. We're in some deep shit, son, and while you may have started it, I did my fair share, and I never stepped in to stop you when I could've. Go ahead." I knew she was shaken, because she never swore, at least when not being pounded by her son. I wearily rested my palms on her shoulders and stared deeply into her baby blues. "Dearest, what you should do, is feel her soul, deep inside her. Reach out to her mind and body for the warm core." I did as she said, and suddenly I could connect with something warm and pulsing that was beyond the thoughts and feelings I had been in touch with before. "Now reach out to it and pull on it, really hard." I didn't really know what she meant, but I humored her, and tried to do what she said, and suddenly I felt it. White hot burning sensations flowed through my body as they had before, and I heard Mom begin to scream like I was tearing her spine out through her back. I hoped I was doing it right, as I felt the energy flow out of my body. Her body began to transform, as reddish scales covered her body, horns emerged, and her tail and wings grew. I guessed it must be working as I collapsed into her bosom, no longer fully able to hold myself up. My natural form returned as I could no longer maintain a human disguise. Everything went black. I woke up, looking up at Mom and Mary in demonic form. They seemed a little worried but glad to see me. They helped me to sit up, and I saw that Lucy was sitting in a chair across the room. She was covered head to toe in tight leather. We were in Lucy's realm, in what appeared to be a bedchamber carved out of the rock. I was lying in a bed that I just barely fit into. "I was wondering when we were going to see you again, dearest," said Lucy, "sorry you didn't make it through the transportation ritual. I taught your mother how to do it. She can instruct you later. I have to say, spending the past couple of hours with her has led me to some realizations. She loves you very much, and she isn't going to stand for me not telling the truth to you, and I imagine that it hasn't been a picnic for you either." "I don't like lying, that's something I got from my mother's side. I hoped vainly that I could manipulate you with sex and the realization that you had no choice, but I didn't count on your mother or really anything that's happened so far. You should have had no problem awakening your mother and coming back. Your power should be far greater than it is by this point." She sighed, looked down and put her hand on her face. She looked back up and continued. "You are the first man to reach maturity in my family line since I was banned from your world. There's just so much to explain and I don't know where to start. I've been waiting for this a long time, since it was prophesied centuries ago, right after father died and everything went wrong." "I'm sorry that it's so hard to talk about all this, but it's complicated. So much violence and emotional trauma happened when he died, not even mentioning what happened before when mother died and he married that awful woman. It's painful to talk about, and a lot I'm not sure of, because in the chaos of the struggle, I didn't see or know a lot of what happened. Mostly I was able to piece together rough guesses based on what refugees told me." "My brother laid waste to the other families on my side one by one, using his power to sterilize then lay siege to each family's stronghold in turn. He was a strong leader and got his whole side of the family to rally behind him. My mother's children were too independent-minded to band together until it was too late. And our lands were too spread out for us to really effectively band together. If we came to the aid of one family, he'd use a smaller part of his force to hit one of the less-protected strongholds. Those who managed to survive from each family moved on from place to place, until finally I had the only place left." "It was cold comfort that this place survived. I never liked it, but father always did love me best, which is why he gave me stepmother's castle when one of my brothers murdered her. He never really understood how much we hated her and her children, or how much they hated us. How could we not? He killed our mother because he fell in love with their mother." "She was a vicious and cruel woman, a serial killer on Earth, and we could see every day how she influenced her children, and our father, farther into darkness. Sure, he defied God and was full of arrogance and wrath, and killed and ordered the death of many angels, but he really just believed he was right when he wasn't and was willing to fight for it. When he was cast out, God still trusted him enough to give him control of this domain. If the father I knew was a bad man, then I can count the good ones on one hand. He administered the realm fairly, and he never took joy in causing pain to even the most evil, because he was an angel, and that's what they do." "But every day he had to deal with the worst of the worst, and some of them seemed to enjoy their crimes. He watched them on Earth and Hell, and at first it may have only been an academic fascination, but it blossomed into obsession. It started to really go bad when he first saw stepmother. He watched her before she started killing people, as she lovingly mutilated and dissected house pets and small livestock. When he saw her kill a young virgin the first time, he snapped. He visited her often, and was seduced by her. He even visited her after her conviction at nights in her tiny cell. When she passed into our realm, that was the end of my mother." "He never hurt us, in fact, when she came other morals became lax. Primarily that we started sleeping around within the family. My father is the only one that you haven't surpassed in pleasing me. But we had centuries of practice, and I'm sure you'll catch up soon." "The real problem was that when father gave me stepmother's castle, her children saw it as a sign of weakness from father, and that he was planning to have me replace him, replace their mother as his new wife, or at least have me marry whoever was the successor. They couldn't abide any of those options, and feeling that father was showing weakness, they led a coup." "This structure is the most easily defensible place out here. By the time he reached us we had developed countermeasures to his sterilization powers, and his force was well and truly exhausted. With a skeleton support staff and a handful of soldiers we managed to hold him back for a few months, and eventually their coalition fractured. They turned on each other, and my brother cracked down hard. His forces killed most of his allies and the rest fell in line. But up until just recently they haven't gotten back to seriously threatening us because they lost so much in those last battles." " Things in this family, in this realm, have not been good to us, or at the very least not in the past few centuries. I guess you could say that they've been kind in the sense that we haven't been wiped out or brought down to a few members, like most of the other lines. I just hope things aren't going to get worse. I need you to start spreading your seed among our family tree, help us to repopulate so we can make a new world here." "My brother is coming, and there is going to be war and blood, and8 I'm sorry if I'm going a bit crazy, but the fate of the world, from all the way down here to earth and beyond, is at stake. And yes, because I know you want to know, Mary is our daughter. She was conceived on our first try. I manipulated local time to allow her to age 18 years out of phase with the main timeline while I raised and taught her. Don't worry too much, dearest, even if we all die, you are going to have some great sex beforehand. Try and rest up before your next mission." And with that, she clicked out of the room. Mary and my mom pecked me on the cheek before leaving to chat somewhere out in the many caverns. I slowly fell into a restless sleep. I awoke what seemed only a few hours later, hearing a light sobbing. I dressed myself in a flimsy deep green toga that hung in a doorless closet on the side of the room, and walked towards the sound. I saw a dim light coming from a room, and I slowly snuck in, seeing that I had entered the throne room, and Lucy was slumped in the chair, clad in only a silky string bikini. I saw that she had modified the throne so there was space for two. "Lucy?" "Go away." "Whatever's bothering you, I'll wager there's nobody else to talk to about it." "Maybe. I don't want to talk right now, but you can come sit with me if you want." I sat next to her on the throne. It wasn't nearly as big as it had seemed, but it was still a nice fit for the two of us. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she didn't resist. She relaxed, laying her head upon my shoulder. I let her rest, and I may have slipped away for a second, but I awoke when she stirred against the crook of my arm. "Feeling better?" "Not really. But I'm not going to make it any better by worrying. I do know one thing that might make it better." She undid the clasp of her top and slipped it off. I was gobsmacked once again by her radiant breasts. The term supernaturally beautiful might have been technically true, but it didn't even begin to describe the majesty hidden behind the fabric. I was beginning to think this deal was pretty sweet after all. While I was distracted by the hypnotic orbs, she pulled the leather cord holding her bottoms on, and she began stalking towards me with a predatory glint in her opalescent eyes. She was on me faster than my eye could track. Her right leg lifted around to caress my hip. She reached out and pulled my face towards hers. Her gorgeous smile warmed me in a way I'd never really felt, and then she suddenly took my lips violently in hers. I felt so much warmth throughout my brain and body, melting me to mush. She let go of the side of my face with her left hand, and with a swift yank, she pulled loose the cord holding my robe together. She looked at my plump and juicy sausage ravenously, but I couldn't wait, I was all ready to go. I lifted her up and dropped her on my cock, sending her into paroxysms of ecstasy. She yelped and gripped ferociously into my back. I gently massaged her breast with my mouth and tongue, and she started to gently coo my name and shake slightly. She wrapped her tail playfully around my buttocks, then gave me a little smack with it. I returned with a sharp slap with my own tail, and that was it. She wailed like a banshee, and her body flopped like a fish as wave after wave of bliss washed over her. I held her as tight as I could, and I was shocked by the intense and piercing sounds she emitted. But the thrashing she was giving my cock inside her with each convulsion was satisfying. I was holding on somehow, and I was almost a little proud. Mostly I was just so glad that I had made someone feel so good, even someone who had tricked me. "You're still hard?" I heard as the first coherent words uttered from the limp Lucy in my arms. "Yes ma'am. Did I fuck some worries out of you?" "You have no idea young man!" She said with a giggle. "I'm 25, how am I young?" "Compared to a millennia-old cradle robber like me, you're nothing!" "We'll just see what a young whippersnapper like me can get up to, now won't we?" I flipped her around. Then I sat her down on the throne and went for it. I started to piston into her with my monstrous strength and she whimpered a little with the first thrust and then mewled in complacent pleasure as the cascade of strokes continued. I had to use my arms to support myself, and so I let my tail play around with her tits and whatever I could reach. She cheekily snapped at it, then caught the tip between her teeth gently. She then began slowly and lovingly to fellate my tail, and while not quite as sensitive as my little buddy pounding her puss, the sensations were lovely and electric. I tried to hold it, but the extra stimulation was too much. "Baby on the way!" I yelled as the load rocketed into her, and then my yell became an unintelligible unearthly howl. Lucy was growling animalistically as she twitched in orgasmic seizure. Then out of nowhere, we heard a round of applause. We turned around to see mom and Mary cheering us on. "Good on you two. If you keep giving me grandchildren like this adorable little sucker, we might just have to keep you in the family, Miss Lucy," said mom, giving Mary an affectionate little noogie. "I might not mind having her around so much either," said Lucy after they'd left. I gave her a tender kiss on her forehead, as well as her two cute horns. She giggled a little and we fell back asleep piled on the throne. We awoke with some slight discomfort, and got dressed. I saw a trio of what looked like small lizardesque winged demons. I hadn't noticed them before, if they'd even been there, because of their skin color, which blended into the rock of the caverns. I asked Lucy what they were. "Oh shit! Kill them!" I followed her command and sprinted towards them, killing two in a flurry of blows, sending their heads flying around the room. The third I hadn't caught quickly enough and it had gotten a huge lead on me. Lucy and I tore down the hallway after the little thing, which lead us on a merry chase throughout the caverns of the underworld. I finally leapt at it and caught it in midair, pinning it to the ground as it fell. My efforts were fruitless, however, as it began furiously swallowing its own tail until it popped out of existence at the conclusion of its autocannibalism. "Who knows what Bill knows about us now? How could I have I have been so stupid?" "Bill's your brother, and those were his spies?" "Yeah. I'd bet we're probably safe enough for a week, maybe a few weeks if we're lucky, before he mounts his first full-scale assault. He might send a few raiding parties out sooner, but they'd just be a way to find the easiest way in. He's too meticulous to do something in a rush. I just hope he hasn't seen how few trained soldiers there are down in the barracks. He never attacked before because he wasn't sure how many soldiers I had left. But he's been following events on Earth, and now that he knows I have a hold of you, there will never be a better chance, because every day you're here that means more soldiers to fight." "Of course he doesn't have to worry for a good while, since our geometrically increasing army will be filled with untrained soldiers that despite their numbers would be torn apart like tissue paper. I hoped we'd have more time, but it doesn't look like it. You need to head back to your next mission back in town. Much as I'd love to keep you all to myself, the time dilation is exhausting, and I'm going to need to save the energy for big groups, not to mention all I have to do to set up encounters for you and buffer the defenses around here. Have your mother teach you the transport ritual and get to nailing Rebeca." "No way," both I and my newly arrived mother said. "You don't get a choice, dearest. You will impregnate her eventually. We can't afford to waste her precious genetic material. I will let you take her last of those in Minnesota, but your punishment is that your next few assignments will be some of the most unpleasant and dangerous that you will face for me. First, you must impregnate your aunt, and kill your uncle. Also, I take back what I said about your mother." To be continued...