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A peal of thunder shook the entire room. The rain rushed down, creating a faint and soft roar in the distance. The occasional flash of lightning filled your entire apartment in white light before fading to the dim yellow-orange of candlelight.
It had been a long day. Your body felt heavy, weak, and weary. You looked up from the book you were reading, placing it on the mantle of the smoldering fireplace — next to the small brass cross sitting center. You offered a quick prayer as your eyes gazed upon the crucified Lord before you turned away. You were done for the night. Perhaps the sound of rain would help you sleep.
Bright white light filled your eyes, and milliseconds later, a loud clap of thunder caused the glass in the panes and the wood beneath your feet to rattle. You could barely hear the sound of dogs frantically barking somewhere in the streets below as your ears rang.
You took the little candle holder from the end table and headed back to your room. The wood underfoot creaked with every step. As you approached your bedroom door, you could hear the howling of the storm’s wind as if it were a lone wolf outside your window. The sound of rain felt louder and more distinct. You thought nothing of it as you pushed open your door.
You set your candle onto your mirrored, wooden vanity table and undressed into a thin nightgown. You pulled the rosary around your neck up and over your head. You pressed your lips against the cross before placing it in a drawer. You blew out the candle and headed to your bed, which sat beneath a set of windows overlooking the streets below. You closed your eyes, lulled to sleep by the rush and tap of the raindrops against the windows. Sleep washed over you and pulled you beneath its black tide.
You didn’t know how long you had slept when your eyes flung open as a loud crack of thunder shook the glass in its panes. You sat straight up as a barrage of lightning filled your room. Your breath heaved at the suddenness, but you managed to calm down just a little. Yet your heart refused to slow down. You felt a great sense of unease. You made the mistake of turning your head.
Another bolt of lightning illuminated your room. You saw an unfamiliar man sitting in your chair before you. You saw some sort of white tunic and exposed skin. You saw a set of arms with the elbows resting on the arms of your chair while a second set was held with fingers intertwined as the man rested his chin on the top of his folded hands. You saw bizarre black markings along the arms and face.
But the face of the man itself intrigued and horrified you most of all. The right half of his face seemed to be covered with a mask of driftwood, but it had two vertical eyes on it. In total, the man — no, this monster — had four eyes. Four eyes that glowed red as the lightning faded. You caught tufts of messy, light pink-brown hair.
A thousand questions raced through your mind. How did he get in your room? You were certain you locked your front door and deadbolted it, too (as you always did when you were home). A part of you wanted to scream. A part of you wanted to run, despite the fact that this demon was in your way. The only way out was through the window behind you. A four-story drop to the cobblestone street in the rain. You figured you could make it. There was a shop that faced the street, and it had a tented awning. You could grab your blanket and use it as a makeshift parachute by holding it at the edges. All you had to do was either kick open the window with your bare feet or somehow unlatch it before the demon laid its hands on you. You could have done it, and you would have made it.
Yet you didn’t. A bizarre curiosity emboldened you.
“Who are you?” you asked, trembling and breathless.
You heard the demon scoff. Judging by the glowing eyes, it stood up. Lightning granted you another glimpse. You saw the white tunic slip off its shoulders and to the ground, and you feasted your eyes upon a muscular form that was nearly human — save for the four arms. Your eyes widened as you gazed upon the sculpted physique. This was a demon with the body of a god, those bizarre marks running down his chest — those bulging pectoral muscles — and massive biceps as big or bigger than your thighs. Across his washboard abdomen, you saw a peculiar line over the navel. A scar, perhaps?
You were just a tiny mortal compared to this Goliath, and you were no David. You didn’t stand a chance.
And now, the demon approached you. You tried moving your hand, but you couldn’t. You could only stare at this monstrous being before you.
“I was hoping you’d stay asleep,” came the surprisingly warm and rumbling, slightly raspy voice that sent chills down your spine.
A warmth enveloped your face as a hand wrapped around your chin, forcing you to look up at his demonic face. You didn’t even dare breathe air into his face.
You saw a smirk spread across his lips.
“Well, you have a pretty enough face. I wouldn’t mind looking at you,” the demon purred as he inspected you. You felt razor sharp nails pressing against the thin and soft skin of your neck.
And then, somehow, you found the strength to place your hand on one of his wrists. You didn’t know why, but you knew for sure that it wasn’t to push the monster away — and he seemed to recognize that as well.
“What do we have here?” he chuckled. He leaned in close to your face and grinned. “You’re quite brave for a mortal.”
The demon then grabbed your face again, forcing your lips to pout out.
“I’ll punish you for that,” he snarled into your ear. You clenched inside.
You didn’t even notice that with his other set of hands, he had slipped off your nightgown entirely. With his hands on your shoulders, he took a few steps back and you automatically stood up and towards him. You felt him push down, and you naturally fell to your knees under the weight. You felt another set of hands run through your hair and grip tightly.
You stared right at the literal monster cock before you. Your eyes widened at its incredible length and immense girth, your mouth hanging open in stunned awe. You didn’t realize you lolled your tongue out as well.
“Eager, aren’t we?” The demon smirked. The hands on your shoulders moved to the sides of your face.
The tip of the demon’s member hit your lips, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could. You heard the demon chuckle. The grip on your face and on your hair tightened as he began to thrust. You winced and squeezed your eyes shut as his massive cock slid down your throat. You fought back the urge to gag for as long as you could until you couldn’t take it anymore. With saliva dripping down your chin, you pulled away and made a retching sound as you gagged and coughed.
“Good girl,” the demon congratulated sadistically before pushing your face back on and throatfucked you.
You wanted to vomit but couldn’t. Tears streamed down your face as the incubus abused your mouth and throat until he suddenly pulled away. Your jaw was on fire from being open so wide for so long.
“Time to reward you.”
You didn’t know what that meant. You just looked up at him with big, curious doe eyes as he stretched his back. And then you realized that the scar across his stomach was not a scar. As he leaned back, the “scar” parted open to reveal teeth and a tongue — a mouth! You felt a pit of disgust form in your stomach, but it didn’t last long when you felt his arms around your shoulders and pull you up to your feet. He then turned you around, pressing you against his firm, muscular chest. It was shockingly warm. A set of arms gripped the inside of your thighs, and you clenched again as heat raced up your legs and core. Suddenly, you felt your feet lift off the ground. You struggled, but the other set of arms gripped your elbows, rendering you immobile. You still tried to kick, though it was only at the knee. You were mostly terrified of being dropped, but when you felt the warmth of the large navel tongue against your womanhood, your whole body shuddered and fell still as the pleasure enveloped you.
Your legs trembled, constantly trying to close the wide gap forced between your thighs, but the four-armed demon held you tightly. The tip of the large tongue circled your swollen clit, and you threw your head back, moaning. The tongue traced along your vulva and even poked inside your entrance a little, and you felt a carnal urge from deep inside your core. All you could do, however, was hiss, grunt, and clench. You were powerless against his sheer strength, and you loved it.
“Getting impatient, are we?” The demon purred. You could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
You felt the large tongue flick and lap at your dripping womanhood, and your legs trembled like a single leaf on a branch braving the wind. Your head leaned back against his broad shoulder. That knot forming in your steaming core tightened and tightened as the tongue lapped at your clit. With your neck exposed from tilting your head back, the demon buried his grisly face with four eyes in the soft skin. The act alone sent electricity down your spine, and it undid the knot. You gasped and moaned as you climaxed as your hips bucked.
The tongue receded, and you felt so cold and exposed, but the sensation would quickly be replaced by the burn of the demon’s massive member poking the head into your drenched entrance.
“You must be a virgin,” he hissed into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Poor thing. Were you saving yourself until you properly married like a good, pious woman?”
His voice was light, filled with derisive mockery, as he set you down further onto his cock. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes flung wide from the burning pain. You couldn’t even answer if you wanted to. It was true, you were waiting, but you didn’t care about that anymore in his presence. You just wanted him .
And before long, the pain ebbed away into a deep pleasure as he thrust the entire length of his monster phallus into you over and over. The painful yelps from your mouth turned into a chanting of moans. The set of arms holding your arms moved to your throat, gripping tightly. You gasped, and you began to see stars as his hands constricted against your blood vessels.
“ Thaaat’s it,” he purred into your ear. “Good little slut. I just love seeing you so-called pure virgins unravel into ravenous whores.”
He gave a mighty jerk of his hips and stayed still, burying his shaft deep inside you. You felt like you might scream, but the demon’s grip around your throat stymied it then and there. Well within your core, you felt a warmth, like a candle, but it was quickly erased when the demon moved out of you. You felt hollowed out and empty. You wanted that feeling back. You wanted him back.
“Please…” You squirmed. “Please, I need more…!”
“Aww.” His little coo dripped with a biting sarcasm. “Look at you. Filthy little mess, taking all of me so well.”
One of the hands around your neck moved to grab you by the jaw, forcing you to face him while maintaining this humiliating, exposed position. In the vacant space on your neck, he buried his face. His lips held fast to your skin, sucking. You squirmed and clenched, feeling the aching emptiness in your dripping pussy. It was painful and so pleasurable. You were certain he broke skin with his suckling, and when he finally moved his head away, that patch of your neck felt so cold.
“For being such a good girl, I won’t torture you any longer,” he sneered.
He dropped you back on your bed. You bounced against the mattress a couple times onto your hands and knees. Each of the demon’s hands grabbed your wrists and ankles, flipping you onto your back. One set of hands gripped your thighs, throwing your legs wide open. The other set went right back to your throat. The hands around your thighs lifted your bottom half off the mattress while your upper back, shoulders, and head remained still. The demon stood at the edge of your bed, towering over your whimpering, quivering body that was so ready for him.
And he spared you no mercy as he thrust back into you and rammed repeatedly with all his might, all his length. Your head threw backwards and your eyes widened before completely rolling into your skull. You couldn’t even see the head of your bed or the wall behind it, just the dazzling stars as the demon choked you more and more. Your mouth was wide open, and one of the demon’s hands left your neck and shoved in two fingers, pressing against your tongue. You felt his sharp nails prick your tongue, but you didn’t care. There were too many sensations going on for you to notice that pain.
Once in a while, your body would momentarily adjust, and you’d hear the demon. His voice was hoarse yet every salacious grunt brimmed with pleasure. Whenever this happened, you tightened up immediately. The demon would throw his head back and snarl loudly in bliss as your walls squeezed his throbbing cock. After so many repetitions of this, the demon then stopped grabbing your thighs and held fast to your hips instead. His spine-shattering pace picked up even further, and your legs flailed helplessly before they wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper within you.
At last, he gave one final thrust, deeper than ever before, you felt a hot fluid rush into you and even spill out of you. He pulled out from you, released his holds on you, and let you fall onto your bed like a bird struck by an arrow out of the sky. You laid limp, and both of your breaths synchronized in deep heaves.
The demon continued to look over you, and you watched through half-closed eyes.
“Thanks for letting me use you,” he said as he straightened up, wrapping his white robe around himself. “I might come back to you one day.”
At this point, you lost all the strength to keep your eyes open. They shut, and your head lolled to one side as thunder continued to roll outside.
You woke up suddenly. It was still dark. The rush of heavy rain roared on the other side of your window. The occasional flashes of lightning bathed your room in pure white, allowing you to see your own naked body.
You bolted upright, patting yourself all over. You touched your neck, which was shockingly smooth. You even placed a hand over your bare womanhood, stunned to feel it dry, safe for your own wetness from within. But that demon’s seed — that you were certain had filled you and even spilled outside of you — was nowhere. You hiked your knees up and hugged your legs. Had it all been a dream?
Then you buried your face into your hands and sobbed. You had never felt so dirtied in your entire life. How could you conjure up such a sinful vision? Surely that meant deep within you, you were rotten.
You looked around your room. You caught the glint of the rosary on your wooden vanity table as a small flicker of lightning filled your room.
‘That’s right! Father Nanami would be awake right now! He would most certainly absolve me of my sins!’ you thought.
You leapt out of bed and got dressed. You had to get to the cathedral as soon as possible.