7 comments/ 30125 views/ 34 favorites The House of Azazel By: Magus_Ronin © 2009 by Magus Ronin * "I can't believe I let myself get talked into this, hell of a way to spend my birthday. Accepting a dare to spend the night alone in a haunted house; come on Salyna, tough to get more cliché horror film than that. And now I'm even talking to myself," Salyna said aloud as she stood in the dark second story room she had just broken into from the balcony. Breaking in had been a breeze. She had jumped easily onto the second story balcony, and then it was just a simple matter of a quick telekinetic spell to unlock the balcony door. As she entered a large bedroom, she pushed through thick hanging drapes that had been drawn tightly closed in front of the porch window. Well, whoever lives here, if anyone, really doesn't like the sunlight. Maybe there is a vampire, or something, living here after all. She mused mostly to entertain herself, realizing that the heavy drapes were most likely there simply to protect valuable furniture and artwork from damage. Though, that did suggest that this place actually had valuable furniture and artwork to protect. As the drapes flapped closed behind her the room was plunged into almost complete darkness even to her inhumanly acute vision. The only illumination within the room was the ever-so-faint infrared glow of the heavy drapes slowly radiating away the heat of the day, and their light was far too weak to illuminate anything else in the room. "Well I guess I should doublecheck to make sure that there's no one else in this house," Salyna said softly as she closed her eyes and concentrated. Weaving simple flows of mana, she extended her senses through the ethers, reaching out to every corner of the house, and sensing for any sign of life or spiritual activity. To her surprise she found no trace of life; had the house actually been abandoned, she would've expected at least a colony or two of mice or even some rats, but there was nothing. She also sensed several odd spiritual emanations, not what one would expect from a spirit. The emanations were definitely something else that she hadn't encountered before; they seemed inanimate for some reason. She decided she would have to investigate those emanations in more detail once she had explored the house thoroughly, but for now she figured she could risk a light. Unslinging her backpack she took out a simple headlamp, wrapping the strap around her head before turning it on. A soft red glow filled the room. The bedroom was richly appointed with a massive canopy bed in the center. Built into the wall opposite the balcony was a massive stone fireplace, and above the fireplace was a portrait of a beautiful dark-haired man dressed in the style of a 17th-century French nobleman. In fact, now that she thought of it, the entire room was decorated in a style very much reminiscent of the court of the Sun King, though on a less elaborate scale. She wondered how much of the decor was a reproduction and how much authentic. If any of the art was authentic its value would be incredible. She walked across the thick red and gold brocade rug that covered most of the bedroom floor, and stepped up to the fireplace. Cleanly split logs were set in the fireplace and extra logs had been set in a neat stack on the stone floor beside. Her attention was called to the golden figurines dancing across the mantelpiece. The scene from classical Greek mythology was a vivid depiction of the thiasus, the ecstatic retinue of Dionysus. Riding atop a great leopard and carrying a staff wreathed in ivy Dionysus lead the procession of golden figures. Following Dionysus, a bare-chested maenad rode atop a great bull garlanded with grapes. More maenads and satyrs followed dancing and playing their pipes, with Great Pan at the center of it all. Next in the procession were men riding atop great horses, and finally bringing up the rear were four women personifying the seasons. For an instant it was as though the scene before her came alive; rich colors, the sweet scent of grapes, the sounds of pipes, ecstatic laughter, and singing filled her senses. Then as fast as it had come the vision vanished. Salyna shook her head to clear it, her fire-gold hair whipping across her face. As the red light of her headlamp flashed across the painting above the mantelpiece, it reflected off a golden plaque set into the bottom of the frame. Leaning closer she admired the intricate carvings that had been worked into the frame, further depicting the thiasus in exquisite detail. She tried to make out the words inscribed into the gold of the plaque. The plaque was written in French, which was not one of the half-dozen languages her mother had made her learn as a child. She had been forced to study: English of course, but also Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Atlantean, and a strange language her mother called draconic. The best that she could do reading the plaque was to identify what she thought must be two names; Daniel, and Louis. As the figure in the painting did not match the portraits she had seen of King Louis, she figured it was probably this Daniel. Perhaps the portrait had been a gift from the King. The only other word she could decipher was 'appréciation,' whose meaning seemed fairly obvious. This house was certainly nothing like what Salyna had been led to expect from what her friends had told her. She had expected a rundown abandoned house full of dust and cobwebs, maybe even a damp fetid basement complete with phosphorescent swamp gas. Definitely not this near-museum that looked like its owners could return at any moment. Salyna decided that she needed to continue her exploration of the house to see what other treasures it offered. She made her way into the upstairs corridor, carefully checking to make sure there were no hidden motion detectors or other security systems. Now that she had seen the full opulence of this house she was doubly on her guard. This place was clearly not abandoned, and though the owner might not be home at the moment they also clearly had the finances for a high-end security system. As Salyna moved carefully from room to room she was increasingly amazed by what she found. The house was a veritable historic repository. Each room contained artifacts originating from different eras and locations across the globe. The rooms were organized so that each was dedicated to a different region or time: Ancient Greece, Imperial Rome, Ancient Egypt, Babylon, Samaria, India, and China were represented among others. One room in particular had caught her eye; it seemed specifically dedicated to feudal-era Japan. In one corner a complete set of samurai war armor was on display, and next to the armor, mounted on a stand, was a samurai daishō, the paired set of katana and wakizashi symbolic of the samurai class. Power emanated from the katana, not terribly strong, but definitely distinct. For a moment Salyna prepared to reach out and take the sword, but then thought better of it and left the chamber. She descended to the main floor and found a Victorian-era dining room and large adjoining kitchen. The kitchen was un-stocked. She checked both the refrigerator and the pantry, but there was no sign of any food. Even down on the first floor heavy drapes covered all the windows. Finally she found the library; bookshelves lined each wall floor-to-ceiling. Books of philosophy, theology, and the occult seemed to be the most common. There was also one section devoted entirely to prophecies and their interpretations, and another to natural sciences. A copy of Darwin's On the Origin of Species sat next to a copy of Newton's Principia Mathematica; both looked like they could easily be first edition printings. The scientist and bibliophile in Salyna were sorely tempted to pick up the books and read them, to pick up these two seminal works of scientific study and hold them in her hands, to open them for a moment even if only to confirm that they were indeed first edition copies. She gave in to temptation and picked up Darwin's book; opening it she read the title page, "On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life. By Charles Darwin, M.A…." Then down at the bottom of the page she read, "London: John Murray, Albemarle Street 1859." It was almost certainly a first edition or an extremely good forgery. She carefully closed the book and returned it to its shelf. She decided to leave Principia where it was for now, while still tempting, Newton just did not seem to have the same glamour as Darwin. Looking around the library again she noticed that though most of the books were old, there was a smattering of newer books here and there as well. She noticed, in a section that seemed to be dedicated to modern fiction, Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land and Time Enough for Love, Anne Rice's Interview with a Vampire, and Tolkien's The Silmarillion. Salyna had heard of those books; they had been recommended to her by classmates as excellent classic science fiction and fantasy, but she'd never actually found the time to read through any of them. She considered sitting down to read some of them now, but found herself becoming sleepy and decided to return to the bedroom where she first came in. As Salyna went back upstairs she started to feel overheated, as though the house had somehow gotten warmer. She felt herself breaking out in sweat and could feel her body becoming strangely aroused. She began unbuttoning her shirt as she made her way back to the bedroom. Her nipples were hard and erect, and she could feel her panties begin to moisten as the slight friction of each step sent a thrill radiating outward from her core. Dropping her backpack and shirt to the bedroom floor, she quickly stripped out of her jeans and shoes, leaving her clothes piled on the floor. Dressed only in a simple red bra and panties, she climbed into the bed and lay down, its smooth silk sheets feeling blessedly cool against her overheated body. On an impulse she unclipped her bra and tossed it to the floor with the rest of her clothes, her panties following a moment later. She wanted nothing between herself and the cool bed's smooth, silky embrace. Salyna pulled off her headlamp and set it beside her on the bed, leaving it on so that it would continue to illuminate the chamber with its soft red glow. She stretched out on top of the bed, her pale flawless skin and shimmering flame-blonde hair contrasting dramatically with the dark crimson of the silk bedding. As Salyna lay on the bed, she could feel her body continuing to become increasingly aroused, the fatigue that she had felt downstairs now completely gone. Her pussy continued to moisten, almost dripping with her arousal. As her excitement grew her hands began to slowly move across her body, stroking her breasts and moving between her legs. Her pink labia were now fully engorged; as they emerged from her well trimmed thatch of golden pubic hair her fingers gently stroked across them. Her other hand played idly with the small rosy nipples that jutted out hard and erect atop the firm orbs of her well-proportioned breasts. The remaining rational part of her mind pleaded with the aroused horny animal that seemed to have awakened and taken control of her, This is not normal girl, snap out of it. You know this is straight out of a Hentai anime don't you? Get it together. Her saurian brain, the beast now in charge of her actions, ignored her rational self, eagerly anticipating either a good hard fuck or a fight, and not particularly caring which. The rational part of her brain was confused about what was happening to her, or more precisely, how it was happening to her. She would've felt or seen if someone or something had been using magic on her, but she hadn't, not once. Then she smelled something; a thick animal musk, strong, but definitely not unpleasant, filled her nose. Pheromones, was her last coherent thought for a while as she succumbed to the arousal clouding her mind. As Salyna's animal instincts began taking over; her hands began more actively playing over her body, teasing her nipples, and rubbing her clit. Her arousal intensified as she continued her self-ministrations. Her pleasure building towards orgasm she fingered her pussy, sliding one finger in after another as her excitement grew. She could feel herself on the verge as she plunged her fingers in and out of her wet, dripping cunt. Just as she was about to bring herself to climax, her arms and legs were seized by thick dark tentacles that emerged from the shadows of the bedroom. They wrapped themselves firmly around her ankles and wrists and pulled her spread-eagle on the bed. Her body quivered in frustration, denied its release, but without any lessening of her arousal. Her wiry muscles flexed against her bindings as she struggled to free herself. A fifth tentacle emerged from the shadows at the foot of the bed. This tentacle was larger and far more phallic than the others; it dripped with slime and its end was capped by engorged purple glands that dripped with pre-come. Salyna laughed out loud almost hysterically, as she panted out incredulously, "Tentacles; seriously? Well, this should certainly be interesting." She'd often wondered what it would actually be like to be fucked by a tentacle monster, and it looked like she might actually get to find out. Salyna gazed in anticipation as the thick phallic tentacle approached her dripping nether lips. There was no fear as she watched; subsumed in a fever of arousal, only the primal drive for satisfaction drove her now, and that was being frustrated by her bonds. The thick animal musk that filled the air intensified, mixed with a strong scent of wine and sweet fresh crushed grapes. As the tentacle touched her moist labia teasingly she bucked her hips, trying to force it inside her, her pussy lips parted as the tentacle head was wedged just inside her quivering entrance. To Salyna's frustration the tentacle head stayed there, wedged just inside the entrance to her dripping twat without penetrating any further, regardless of how much she bucked and writhed trying to push it in deeper. As she moved, the tentacle head rubbed against her inflamed labia and pushed against her clit, but this only added to her frustration. She wanted it inside her now, and was becoming quite irritated at this continuing teasing. "Fuck me now!" Salyna commanded. "Let's get it on, already." 'What will you offer me in exchange for the ecstasy you seek?' a sensual voice asked within her head, every word dripping with the promise of the rapture to come. Mustering all her concentration, fueled by her anger, she focused her will and looked deep into the ethers searching for the being she knew must be lurking there. At the foot of her bed she spotted it, an indistinct shadow from which the writhing tentacles seemed to emerge. "There you are," she hissed. "What I will give you. I will restrain myself from banishing you to the eternal void, if you satisfy me spirit," her words coursing with anger and tension, and spoken through bared teeth. Her long, sharp incisors gleamed wetly in the red glow of her head-lamp, yet one more subtle indicator of her somewhat more than human heritage. In response, sensual laughter stroked across Salyna's mind and soul, each laugh sending a shutter of pleasure through her body as the being spoke in her mind. 'Most impressive my young nephilim, to have been able to perceive my presence at all. You are indeed very special, are you not? Perhaps, even more special than you realize. However, I too am more than I seem.' With those words it was as though a veil had been lifted and a wave of power rolled over Salyna. The being now revealed before her was the most powerful spirit that she had ever encountered. To her mystic vision he appeared as a glowing amorphous mass of red and violet energy. Power seemed to radiate off him like waves of heat off the desert sand, the ether surrounding him shimmering and distorting. Filaments of writhing energy expanded from his central mass, filling the room and reaching beyond through the walls. One filament reached down to caress Salyna's breast, and a shudder of pleasure passed through her as the tendril made contact. The spirit once more spoke in her head, 'In the tradition of the ancient Greeks you are a guest in my house; as one never knows when one may be playing host to a god, I shall treat you with all the courtesies I would bestow upon one of the immortals. Beyond that I do not and never have intended you any harm. So in apology, I shall give you the release you desire, and take you to heights of ecstasy you could never have imagined possible.' With that the tentacle at her entrance pushed forward, stretching her wide as it drove inexorably in toward her core. As the tentacle bottomed out against her cervix, the orgasm that had been so frustratingly denied her for so long crashed over her like an obliterating tsunami. She convulsed in ecstasy, thrashing, restrained only by the other tentacles at her wrists and ankles. It was quite possibly the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. As she came down from her climax the tentacle buried inside her began to withdraw slowly. Just as it had almost fully extracted itself, it drove back in. It established a rhythm, slowly out then hard and fast in, and quickly she found herself building towards another orgasm. More tentacles began to materialize, dripping with slime. They stroked her body and wrapped themselves sinuously around her. Everywhere the oily slime touched became incredibly sensitized. She had never felt anything quite like it as the tentacles caressed and massaged her body. As more tentacles wrapped themselves around her body she found herself being lifted up off the bed and suspended in mid-air. Tentacles ending in small suckers affixed themselves to her turgid nipples and began mercilessly teasing them, while other tentacles massaged her breasts. A pair of thin tentacles slowly made their way over her taut belly and down between her legs to tease her swollen clit as the massive phallic tentacle drove in and out. The incredible gestalt of sensations pushed her over the edge and she came for a second time even harder than the first. As her pussy convulsed around it, she felt the tentacle inside her come as well. The tentacle flooded her snatch with its hot come, pumping pulse after pulse of its sticky gisum into her until the excess spilled out onto her thighs and dripped down her ass to fall onto the bed below. Even after coming the tentacle inside her remained hard, continuing to fill her tender sex in a way a human cock could never have managed. It quickly resumed a hard, fast pace. Each powerful thrust drove deeply into her toned belly. As she convulsed in orgasm one phallic tentacle entered her mouth. She hungrily closed her lips about it and began massaging it with her tongue. The taste was incredible, like an exotic fruit or sweet wine; she'd never tasted anything quite like it before, and she hungrily sucked, urging the tentacle to come. As she was ministering to the tentacle in her mouth, she felt another tentacle probing at her anal sphincter. She'd never had anyone in her ass before; she'd thought about it once or twice when she hooked up with a frat boy whom she thought might be game, but she'd never actually done it. Now this tentacle would take her anal virginity, and the thought excited her tremendously. She tried to relax as much as possible as the tentacle slowly pushed its way into her ass, but even so it still felt like she was being ripped in half. The pain quickly passed as her body adjusted to the new intruder. She had never felt so full. The sensations were incredible as the tentacles in her pussy and ass matched rhythm, driving her to levels of ecstasy she'd never experienced before. The House of Azazel The tentacles holding her up in the air repositioned her so that now she was vertically spread eagle and alternately impaling herself on one then the other tentacle. As the tentacle in her cunt withdrew the tentacle in her ass took up her weight, then vice versa in an alternating rhythm. Finally as she felt herself nearing the edge once again both tentacles withdrew leaving her quivering in need and hanging in the air, and then suddenly they drove upward as she was simultaneously dropped onto them. They impaled her more deeply than ever before, and filled her more completely than she could have imagined possible. As they reached her deepest depths they came inside her, filling her rectum and vagina with thick, copious gisum, the excess flowing out down her legs, coating her thighs and flowing down onto the bed. Simultaneously, the tentacle in her mouth began coming, filling her mouth and throat with its delicious cream. It was all she could do to swallow as mouthful after mouthful poured into her, the excess overflowing her lips and dribbling down her face and across her chest. Just as all three tentacles came inside her a sucker tentacle affixed itself to her throbbing clit and pulled hard. This final stimulation drove her rocketing over the edge; if the prior orgasms had been tsunamis, this one was a lahar. It crashed over her obliterating all thought, all self, in a rolling crescendo of ecstasy that went on and on. After that she plateaued, reaching a state of steady pulsing orgasms as the tentacles continued to minister to her. For how long she hung in the air she couldn't have guessed; she had never experienced anything like it before and wondered if any man would ever be able to satisfy her again. After what felt like an eternity, the tentacles lowered her back onto the bed and withdrew. Only the tentacles in her pussy and ass remained inside, now softening to a more flaccid state, they left her with a comfortable sensation of fullness. Sliding to the edge of the bed, she sat up gingerly and looked towards the being that had given her so much pleasure, and asked, "So, who are you? Though, it is usually the custom to introduce oneself to someone before fucking their brains out, at least here in modern America. My name is Salyna Drake, though I sometimes go by Hayley around the U." "Oh you would have my name, would you young one?" a voice spoke with laughter from the center of the shadowy mass. "Perhaps, so that you could bind me to your service and gain these ecstasies whenever you so desire. I have been known by many names over the eons, but I am perhaps fondest of Azazel. Though, my heyday may have been in ancient Greece where I was known as the Pan." "You claim much, spirit; to be not only the goat demon of the Semitic tribes, but also the primal god of nature. So your claim is that you are no less than the Great Horned God, whose worship has endured in secret for centuries throughout Europe and Asia, and on into the modern era. However, in no myth I know of does it speak of tentacles such as these, they seem more the province of a perverted Poseidon or a Lovecraftien Dagon. So if you are who you claim, what's with them anyway?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow and cocked head, indicating the tentacles still resting comfortably inside her. "It was your fantasy my dear. You are one who thrives on the extremes. So I drew on your culture and fantasies, and I constructed this extreme sexual experience to tempt you with," Azazel answered, his sensual voice deep and strong. "Interesting. Perhaps, but I am not convinced. A powerful spirit certainly, I can see that, but a god, or a demon second only to Satan, let alone the archetype of the horned man? Forgive me if this seems a little hard to credit, particularly the idea that a god would simply be haunting an old house in the University District of Seattle." "It is not that important that you believe me, I have no evidence to offer you save what you have already seen in my house. However, this form may be somewhat more convincing." As he spoke, the tentacles that had been resting inside her withdrew with a wet slurp back into his shadowy mass, which began to grow and become more substantial. A fire erupted in the fireplace, more fully illuminating the chamber, and a large humanoid form began to define itself from the darkness, swelling to nearly three meters in height. He had the shoulders, arms, and torso of a well-built man with deeply tanned skin, but his head and legs were those of a black-haired goat. His eyes were dark, eternal pools. His teeth were sharp and pointed, certainly not those of any goat. His great curving horns scraped the ceiling and forced the beast to hunch over. His human hands ended in long fingernails, blackened and hardened to become sharpened claws. Writhing in the air behind him was the coiling head and body of a serpent that Salyna could only imagine was his tail. Finally, emerging from between his legs was an enormous erect penis and massive testicles. The engorged member was far larger than any of the tentacles that had entered her earlier. To Salyna's eyes, the cock head bobbing in front of her looked like it had to be larger than a man's balled fist. As Salyna watched the obscene monstrosity floating in the air in front of her she was filled with a lustful anticipation as she contemplated having that thing buried deep inside her. Her hand unconsciously drifted down to play with her puffy, wet labia as she licked her lips, her eyes unable to pull away. "Is this not the manifestation of a God?" Azazel asked with humor in his voice. "It is most certainly the inflated ego of a god," Salyna answered mockingly, a wicked grin on her lips while her eyes were still riveted by Azazel's phallus. "And yet you still hunger for what I offer. I am honestly quite amazed at your stamina. Most mortal women would've been long since unconscious from exhaustion, yet here you are still hungry for more." He looked down at her as he spoke with amusement and what might almost be called affection glimmering in his eyes, though it could have just as easily been lust, as he contemplated the young, naked beauty before him. "What can I say, I'm insatiable," Salyna said with a toothy grin, running her tongue across her sharp incisors as she reached out to stroke his member. "Worship me child," Azazel commanded. "Right," Salyna snorted, squeezing Azazel's cock none too gently, and eliciting a groan from him. "Perhaps once you have demonstrated that you can in truth wield this weapon in a divine manner I may start to believe that you are indeed a god, but regardless I worship at the throne of no god or demon." Azazel threw back his head and laughed full and deeply. "You are a fiery one aren't you? Independent and free spirited; I respect that. Very well, an exchange; demonstrate your talents by pleasuring me, and I shall once again pleasure you." "I can live with that," she said as she leaned in to kiss the head of Azazel's member. Her lips pressed against its tip, her tongue delicately lapping up his oozing pre-come. There was no way she could have fit his immense girth inside her mouth and she didn't try. Instead she wrapped both her hands around it and began rhythmically stroking its length as she laved her tongue around his swollen glands. As Salyna was tending to Azazel's cock, she felt something stroke along her cunt. Looking down she saw his serpentine tail probing at the entrance to her moist inner folds, its forked tongue flicking across her clitoris. Her breath quickened in response to this new stimulation, and she redoubled her attentions on his hard shaft. She began to kiss and lick her way down his length, her saliva providing lubrication for her hands as she increased her pace. Azazel groaned in response, his breath coming faster now. As she reached the base of his cock she moved her mouth lower and took one of his massive balls into her mouth. His musk was strong in her nose as she rolled his balls with her tongue, massaging them. She felt his body tighten as he started to come; releasing his balls she moved her mouth over the end of his cock just in time to catch the first blast of his creamy seed, as he roared in orgasm. Unlike before with the tentacles, this cream tasted like come as it poured into her mouth; she swallowed as much as she could, but it overflowed her mouth and trickled down her chin and onto her breasts as he kept coming. When his flow finally abated, she began cleaning the end of his rod, sucking out whatever more she could get from his still turgid member. "I am very pleased," Azazel said as he stroked one of his massive hands through Salyna's fiery, sweat-drenched hair. "Now it's my turn." Reaching down he picked up Salyna in both hands and flipped her upside down, drawing her moist snatch towards his toothy maw. Salyna's squawk of protest turned into a moan of pleasure as Azazel began exploring her nether regions with his thick, nimble tongue. With the blood rushing to her head, all Salyna could do was grab thick handfuls of his dark, coarse fur and pull herself against his firmly muscled body. His tongue ran languid strokes the length of her pussy, then moved up to caress the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. His sharp teeth bit slowly into her tender flesh, drawing blood, though the wound seemed to close almost instantly as his teeth withdrew. For Salyna the slight pain was delicious, and made an exquisite contrast to Azazel's sensually lapping up the blood he had spilled. As Azazel moved back to her clitoris, pressing against it with his teeth, massaging it and sucking it into his mouth, Salyna felt herself rapidly building towards yet another orgasm. With his immense strength Azazel managed to support her with just one hand, and moved his free hand to her pussy. He delicately slid one clawed digit inside her, and pressed it up against the roof of her pussy right against her G-spot. As he pressed his finger up against her secret place she came hard almost immediately. Thrashing in orgasm she felt his teeth and claws tear her flesh, her body repairing the injuries almost as fast as they occurred, but the sensation of pain drove her orgasm to even higher levels of intensity. Azazel withdrew his claws from Salyna's vulva; before his hand returned to supporting her she felt his taloned hand scrape lightly across her back, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to send a thrill up her spine. His tongue began to lave across her pussy and clit, licking up the blood. Then his tongue began rapidly flicking in and out of her pussy, like an animal drinking from a trough, as if trying to make sure not a single drop of her blood was missed. "Your blood offering is accepted, and by this blood pact we are bound." Azazel spoke with a voice deeper, more resonant, and more powerful than any he'd used before. "Wha…," Salyna mumbled, trying to think clearly in the afterglow of her orgasm and through the blood still pooling in her brain. Then his real name exploded in her mind: Azazel's true name. She had no idea how she knew it or what it meant that she knew it but she knew with absolute certainty that it was Azazel's true name. She also gained a flash, an insight, a brief glimpse at the full expanse of eons that this immense being had lived. She knew without a doubt that he was in truth the being he claim to be: a member of a race of beings that were perhaps the closest thing to true gods that had ever walked the earth. She knew that his power now was barely the tiniest fraction of what it had once been after millennia of famine, but the famine had now ended and his power was once more growing. Azazel spun her back upright then looked deeply into her golden catlike eyes. "You and I are now bound by a covenant. I have placed a tremendous trust in you, but I believe it is one you will honor. From this day forward I am at your service, Golden Child, Dragon of the Millennium, Phoenix, Princess of Nephilim." "You are the Horned Man, Azazel, Pan—all of them, a god in truth," she said as she gazed up into his dark eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "As intrigued as I am about your statements, I have a growing need that must be filled right now," she said as she ground her hips into his body and wrapped her legs securely around his waist. "As you wish," he said, positioning her over his massive phallus. "This ability of yours to regenerate injuries opens up whole new fields of possible pleasures for us to explore." "Then by all means, let us explore them," she said with a fang-filled grin. Azazel's shaft slowly began to part her wet cunt; her glistening folds were stretched obscenely wide as his massive rod impaled her. Her own fluids and the spunk still filling her eased his passage somewhat, but even so she felt like she would be torn apart by the sheer immensity of his girth as he drove her firmly down upon his raging member. As he impaled her Salyna screamed out and bit down hard into Azazel's shoulder, as the mixture of pain and pleasure bored into her core. As her sharp teeth sank into his tough flesh, the hot, coppery taste of his blood filled her mouth, and an almost euphoric high swept over her. Her tongue licked greedily at the wound as she gulped down the blood, the excess spilling over her lips and running down her chin onto Azazel's chest. Azazel roared as her fangs ripped into his shoulder and slammed her roughly the rest of the way down onto his shaft. As Salyna's mouth was roughly torn away from his shoulder, she cried out in agony as she felt her insides tear when they were violently forced to accommodate the full length of Azazel's divine member. Her back arched, head flung back, eyes rolled up, and mouth gaping open in a silent scream as her taut belly bulged outward around the massive intruder and a crimson flow of blood began to run down her inner thighs to disappear into Azazel's coarse, black fur. Salyna's legs were rigid, spread out wide in almost a full splits, her toes curling as Azazel pressed her hard against his hips. Her hands were balled fists tightly clutching the coarse fur of his neck, knuckles standing out white against the black fur. Azazel held her there for long moments, the bleeding from his shoulder slowly stopping as the wound closed; a rivulet of blood ran down his chest and mixed with Salyna's blood already soaking the fur of his loins. As he waited, Salyna's body rapidly repaired the injuries that it had suffered and adjusted to the massive intruder. With a moan she leaned into Azazel and wrapped her legs tightly about him. Never before had she felt anything close to this level of fullness; it was incredible, and she thanked the gods that she had a body that was capable of accepting Azazel in all his glory. As she leaned into his chest she lapped at the blood trickling down, and then moved to kiss and tease one of his dark nipples. As Salyna leaned into him, Azazel took her taut, round ass firmly in his clawed hands. His claws drew pinpricks of blood from her creamy skin as he began to lift her up off his engorged penis. As he withdrew from her innermost depths the sense of loss was almost crushing. Just as Azazel had almost withdrawn completely, he paused; holding her there with his cock poised in her entrance, then suddenly drove her downward, impaling her once more on his rigid shaft. Her already stretched vagina now accommodated him easily as she was filled once again. Azazel began a hard, fast rhythm, rapidly lifting her up and dropping her back down, withdrawing then plunging back into her depths as pleasure radiated from her core in long, building waves. She arched her back and released her grip on Azazel's mane, so that now she was supported only by his clawed hands and impaling shaft. She moved her hands down to firmly massage her clit and pinch her nipples. Azazel leaned down and began to lick and nip at her puffy, pink nipples, his teeth drawing pinpricks of blood as they scraped her tender flesh. Salyna reached out to caress his face as he devoured first one breast than the other. Her hand gently guided his head up to her face. As he traveled upward to her lips, his long tongue licked its way along her delicate neck. As Azazel reached Salyna's lips they kissed deeply and passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths and tasting their own blood on each other's lips. As they broke the kiss their eyes met and something incredible happened; Salyna could feel what Azazel felt as he plunged his cock deep within her silky embrace. It was amazing; she felt what he felt, overlaid over her own sensations. She began rhythmically clenching her muscles in order to increase the sensation, and together they rapidly built toward a mind-blowing orgasm. They came as one, his hot seed filling her depths as she convulsed around his pulsing member. As they came down from their mutual ecstasy their shared sensations ended. Azazel withdrew from her with a wet, sucking pop, and a flood of milky semen gushed down her legs. Salyna briefly wondered if she could become pregnant from coupling with this god; the legends were certainly full of enough stories of such pairings and their resulting offspring. Focusing inward she carefully adjusted her internal biochemistry, as her mother had taught her, to ensure that she would remain infertile. Azazel placed Salyna back on the bed on all fours facing away from him as he stood at the foot of the bed, his dripping rod as hard as ever. Reaching out, he seized her hips in both hands and pulled her against him. His glands pressed hard against her anus, her sphincter slowly giving way as he drew her inexorably towards him. As soon as he had firmly begun to enter her, he yanked hard, drawing her all the way to his hips. The pain of his entry into her freshly deflowered ass was mind blowing. Her arms collapsed as she was yanked backward and impaled, her head falling to the bed sheets as she gasped for air, unable to scream, barely able to breathe the pain was so intense. Azazel climbed onto the bed, plowing Salyna across the bed sheets before beginning to rut in earnest. This time there was no waiting for Salyna's body to adjust, just the raw, animalistic fuck. Azazel bit down hard on her shoulder, a powerful alpha male marking its mate and establishing its dominance. Slowly her body began to heal and adjust to the fresh violation of her ass. She pushed herself back up onto her hands and knees, demonstrating a strength that she had not yet indicated she possessed as his immense weight bore down on her with each punishing thrust. As she became a accustomed to the intrusion the pain transformed into indescribable pleasure, and she began to reciprocate each penetrating thrust, moving her hips up to meet his. Salyna snarled, baring her fangs as her own bestial nature came to the fore once again. Suddenly Salyna felt Azazel's serpentine tail probing at her cunt then sliding sinuously inside her passage. It pushed deep inside until it reached her cervix then struck, its needle-sharp fangs pumping venom into her tender flesh. As the venom coursed through her bloodstream her nervous system became hyper-sensitized; every sensation seemed magnified tenfold. Her cervix also began to relax, dilating slightly as the venom worked on her system. A moment later the serpent head pushed forward again, forcing its way through her relaxing cervix and entering her womb. More and more of the serpent pushed inside, coiling and writhing deep within her womb as it slithered in her tight canal. Her belly bulged outwards as though pregnant as more and more of the serpentine tail forced itself inside her. All the while Azazel continued his punishing thrusts into her ass; the combination of sensations had Salyna quickly building towards a massive orgasm. As Azazel ran a claw across her throbbing clit, she was pushed over the edge. The orgasm exploded outward from her core, but went on and on in rhythmic, building waves as Azazel pounded into her again and again. Finally, as he erupted inside her she passed out and slept, her senses completely overwhelmed and her body finally acknowledging its exhaustion. The House of Azazel When Salyna awoke she found herself cleansed of the come and blood that had coated her when she passed out. She was lying beneath the comforter of the great canopy bed, and the bed was clean as well without any indication of the torrid sex that had happened on it earlier. The room was still illuminated by the fire in the fireplace, and standing before the fire was a naked man. The man was beautiful; even though she was unable to see his face, he seemed breathtaking. His long, dark hair fell in a flowing cascade down his back. Tall and slim, his body was that of the most exquisite dancer. Slipping silently from the bed Salyna crept up behind the man, her feet making no sound as she moved across the rug. As she reached him Salyna wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself up against his firm body. "So, you can take on a human form as well, Azazel," she said as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Azazel's face turned slightly towards her, and he lowered a hand to rest it on the smooth, soft skin of her thigh, his other hand moving to capture one of her delicate hands at his waist. Smiling, the firelight reflected in his warm, dark eyes, he said, "Yes, it was in this form that I moved down through the centuries, living and traveling among the humans of this world." "That's you isn't it?" Salyna's gaze swept up to the portrait above the mantelpiece and saw the unmistakable resemblance between the man in the portrait and the man in her arms. "Oui mademoiselle, c'est moi," Azazel said in what Salyna assumed was a perfect period French accent. "I did quite enjoy my time in the court of King Louis XIV." "You never did answer the second part of my question earlier. Why do you haunt this house?" Salyna asked as she nestled her face more closely into his neck. "Well I do not haunt it," he answered with a soft smile. "This is one of a number of homes I maintain scattered around the world. Since the restoration of my power almost two decades ago now, I've been working to collect my scattered property as well as other objects of power I come across. Though, I do on occasion use the illusion of a haunted house to scare off the unwanted visitor." "Almost two decades ago, hmm… that would just about coincide with Ash-Fall and the first reports of meta-talent abilities, wouldn't it?" Salyna pondered out loud. "Quite correct," Azazel stated. "The super-volcanic event known as Ash-Fall coincided with the breaking of the seal on the ethereal gates and the restoration of mana and magic to the world at full strength. I don't know for certain whether there is a causal connection between Ash-Fall and the breaking of the seal, but I would not be surprised if there were." "So how did a spirit like yourself survive through the centuries with magic sealed away from the Earth?" Salyna asked. "With difficulty," Azazel answered. "The first thing to understand is that mana was not gone; it simply became vastly more difficult to access. After the seal had been put in place and reached full strength, only the most powerful spirits and magi could access the mana, and then only to perform the most rudimentary spells. A spirit is fundamentally a coherent, highly-ordered pattern of mana, regardless of how we may manifest in the world. Most spirits were originally created by magi's conjurings. If a spirit was strong enough their patterns would sometimes persist after the magus was done with them, and they would become a true spirit, a living, free-willed entity of the ether. Though, as we were originally created by humans, it is only by continuing to interact with humans that we can sustain our patterns. Human emotions and consciousness somehow pattern the mana in their vicinity in such a way that we are able to consume it to grow and sustain ourselves. If we stop interacting with the living consciousnesses of humans, in time our patterns decohere and we essentially starve to death. When the ethereal worlds are open to us as they are now and were in ancient days, we can sustain ourselves with just the occasional interaction with humans. However, during the famine times humans could only gather and order mana sufficiently to sustain us during periods of extreme emotional excitation, such as lust, love, terror, agony, rage, depression, hatred, exultation, and extreme creativity. So we were obliged to foster those states of heightened emotional arousal in humans in order to sustain ourselves. Personally I always preferred the flavor of lust and ecstasy myself. Blood can also serve as a channel for power as we demonstrated earlier in our bonding ritual, and some of my brethren may have been responsible for the ancient pre-vampiric myths. Also, humans who possessed any latent magical talent, even if they were too weak to draw on their abilities, were particularly desirable as a rich source of energy. The spirits who remained on earth during the famine often sought out these individuals and would enter into a pact with them to facilitate the exchange of energy." "So did you enjoy your meal this evening?" Salyna asked with an impish grin, before nibbling lightly on his neck. "Yes, very much so," he answered and smiled. "Though I no longer need to engage in these kinds of activities in order to sustain myself, I do find I still greatly enjoy them." "So you're not eating my soul, or drinking my life force, or anything like that?" Salyna asked, slightly teasingly. "No, of course not—maybe in an extremely abstract sense, but no, it has essentially nothing to do with the soul or life force. Extreme states of emotional arousal are nearly always exhausting, and I suspect it was this, combined with rhetoric to scare the peasants, that gave rise to the myth of succubi and incubi draining their victim's soul. Of course, this is not to say that there weren't those among my kind that the famine did drive mad. There were those that became sadistic, brutal monsters, every bit worthy of being called Demon, that fed on human pain and suffering." "No, you are not a demon, of course not. You just like to lure young women into your haunted house then fuck their brains out," Salyna teased laughingly as she used her free hand to poke him in his firm belly. Looking up at the golden figures dancing across the mantle of the fireplace Salyna realize something else. "That's you isn't it, both leading the procession as Dionysus and at the center as Great Pan?" "Very good, you are quite correct, I am also Dionysus," he said, reaching up to stroke Salyna's hair. "I thought it would be too much of a stretch to claim Dionysus as well; there are certain common elements between Azazel and Pan, and Dionysus is a distinctly different mythic entity from the others, even if they are said to interact. I created the persona of Dionysus and the Dionysian Mysteries near the beginning of the famine times as a way to rapidly gather energy and consolidate my power." "Interesting," Salyna murmured into the god's neck. "There's something I've often wondered reading about the various religions, and now that I have a god here in my arms, I might as well ask. Why do all the gods seem so obsessed with whether or not people worship them? What's it matter to a god, if they're as powerful as they claim?" Chuckling softly he replied, "Well, you've captured the crux of it. We're not as powerful as we claim. At some point early on in human history some of us began to emulate our creators, the exiled Atlantean magi, and began to adopt the personas of deities. Either we would adopt a culture's existing personification of natural forces, or we would invent an entirely new persona and essentially force it upon a people. We found that by being worshiped and gaining followers we could amass even greater power as the hopes and fears of an entire people were focused upon us. Of course there was always still the risk a magus could come along, learn our true name, and bind us to their will. In those days there were still remnants of the long-lived wandering Atlantean exiles, and a very few dragons who had learned the arts of conjuring from the Atlanteans. We were fundamentally still creatures of the ether; even if most of us who called ourselves gods were vastly more powerful than the simple conjuring a typical magus could summon, the risk still remained." "So the gods want to be worshiped, because the more worshipers they have the more powerful they become; is that the gist of it? The more people who fear them or place their hopes in them, the stronger they become. They manipulated human cultures and the course of human civilizations to maximize the number of worshipers they could have," Salyna said with a bit of ire. "What gave you the right?" "Precisely, we had no right," the god acknowledged with some contrition in his voice. "I suspect it was our continuing interference in the natural development of humanity that caused the great experimenter to end her experiment, and recall the gifts of magic she had bestowed on humanity. I think she wanted to see how humanity would have developed had she and her kind never returned to Earth. So the gates of the ethereal realm were sealed. The last of the Atlanteans and dragons left Earth through the Fay-Gates to other worlds in the galaxy that the dragons had long since rendered habitable, and most of my kind followed, taking with them many of their human followers. A few of us decided to remain, probably curiosity, mostly, and stubbornness." "Wait, let me get this straight; you're saying there are humans on other worlds around the galaxy?" Salyna interrupted. "Quite so; the Atlanteans should be proof enough of that," he answered a little brusquely, slightly annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of his exposition. "They weren't the only ones to leave Earth, and probably weren't the only ones to survive until today. For my part, I wanted to stay because I was curious to see how this world would develop from that point on, and honestly I enjoyed humanity in all its numerous varieties. Tiamat may have wanted to recant her experiment and put the genie back in the bottle, but I knew that was impossible. We had left an indelible stamp on the human psyche and the course of human history. Wherever humanity went from there, our existence would shape its course and thinking. It would be thousands of years before humanity really began to come into its own. Though whether or not that's a good thing might still be of some question, for humanity now wields powers far beyond anything we ever possessed even at the height of our power, even at the height of Atlantis. Humanity today has the power to destroy worlds, or at least render them a barren radioactive wasteland, and to create new life. You command the lightning and can communicate across the globe instantly. You have more information at your fingertips at any given instant than all the scholars of the ancient world ever possessed. Humanity collectively has far surpassed us, and they have done so, learned all this, while a massive portion of the nature of reality was closed to them. Now that it has been opened to them once again, what will be wrought by their hands?" "Do you intend to proclaim yourself a god again, to be worshiped and to try and shape the course of humanity?" "No, while there is no shortage of humans who would eagerly bow before the throne of a being that claimed to be a god or god's messenger, I will not walk that road again. Humanity has done quite well without us, and I will oppose any of my kind who would seek once again to subjugate this world." Salyna moved around Azazel so that she was now in front of him, her arms still securely wrapped around his waist, and the fire now at her back. She watched the play of firelight across the fine features of his beautiful face as she leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. She then leaned her head against his strong chest and whispered, "Thank you Azazel, Dionysus, Pan, thank you for sharing everything you've shared with me tonight. I'm really glad I took my friend's dare to spend the night in your haunted house." Azazel said nothing, merely looking down at the beautiful young woman he held in his arms. He gently stroked his long delicate fingers through her golden hair as their naked bodies pressed closely together. They stood holding each other in their close, comfortable embrace for long minutes, before Azazel gently lifted Salyna into his arms and carried her to the bed. This time they made love slowly and sensually. Their hands explored each other and their lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss as he entered her. The soft folds of her inner depths easily and snugly embraced his firm, human shaft as he pushed inside her. They established a deep, intimate rapport as their bodies came together in a rhythm as old as time. As she orgasmed, he came inside her, and for an instant she felt as though the whole universe had been opened to her as the god in her arms filled her with his seed. Azazel rolled off her onto his side, but pulled Salyna with him so that they lay facing each other, his shaft still held within her warm embrace. Salyna snuggled into him, and she let herself drift off to sleep as he gently stroked her hair. Azazel whispered softly to Salyna as she drifted off into her dreams, "I will protect you. I have waited for you longer than you could possibly imagine, and now all our hopes and fears lie with you." * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed my story, it was written as a fun standalone erotic prequel to a larger set of stories I'm currently working on. This is also an entry in the 2009 Literotica Halloween Contest, so please vote.