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It's too late. You've already woken up in the dead of the night and can't feel a thing. You can't even remember what startled you, or what dream or night terror that had spawned into your subconscious mind and jolted you into waking up yet missed out on reactivating your body. You literally cannot move, not a digit nor a limb nor your tail. It was like sitting down and holding your head in your hand while you scroll through your daily nothings on your phone until your legs started getting numb-but instead, everything is numb.

Your eyes can move still, so you look around. Nothing was out of place; your desk was fine, your closet remained closed, your bed was still neat despite your usual tossing and turning when it came to sleeping in warm weather under some blankets and sheets, and you thankfully didn't hear the sound of anything breaking downstairs to let you know someone broken in. If it weren't for the sight of your clothes peeking out from your closet, you'd probably think nothing truly-

Wait, wasn't it just closed a second ago?

Yeah, it's ajar now and the cause wasn't the wind. It'd be closed shut still if that were the case, seeing as your closet door was a wall adjacent to your lone bedroom window. And there hadn't been a breeze to push through the low crack strong enough to force it open. How?

That popped up at the foot of your bed, making your eyes widen in terror as a dark figure rose up into view and stared down at you like you were easy pickings laid out on a metaphorical platter. You couldn't make out a single detail on it, for the lights were off and the new moon-lit night outside was just about as much help as casting a black light on whoever this entity was. You wished you could move your mouth to at least try and make whatever this was go away and an icy chill ran down your spine as it crawled onto your bed like a demented spider. The thoughts of what it could do now that you can't simply run away like they do in the movies-granted, rarely-provided a few visuals of past events to run through your mind as you stared at it creep closer and closer to seal your place in heaven. Or hell, whichever you were destined to go to. Now that it was nearly to your face, you could make out that its own face bore no visible features.

It had no eyes yet gazed down at you with a knowledge so sharp it felt as if your soul was being put under a spotlight before becoming the text to your life's story; it held no nose yet still it made gestures near your chest as if sensing that it could smell the horror oozing off of your sweating body; it bore no ears to listen, but frankly it didn't need to hear a thing seeing as the chances of you making any noise beyond breathing was nigh; and worse of all, it had no mouth, like a mask that had yet to be intricately designed. Being all black, it sure didn't help that staring at even the slightest inch of this supposed demon made your skin crawl like a million ants made a home in your muscles.

Soon, its face was hovering above yours, mocking your inability to escape by pinning your shoulders to the bed below and your knees with its feet. Short demon, this one was. Your eyes began to tear up and shed a tear as your end neared with each agonizing second, only for things to pick up as the demon's mouth seemed to come out of hiding to show its many rows of teeth like a tunnel of razors. How will this end? The ripping of your soul into the creature's body so that you were only a husk given a fate worse than death? Will it tear you limb from limb with the ease of a wood chipper set on overdrive? Or will it simply torment you with psychological warfare and make you beg for death? All of this and more...

Flew out the window as a tongue skated across your neck.

It was inhumanely thick, leaving viscous saliva on your defenseless body as it tasted you like a meal set out at random and needing detection for ill-willed tampering. Surely this couldn't be how things would go out-you were sure that it wouldn't even touch you to suck your soul out with that gaping maw it had. But it kept surprising you by continuing to lick across your throat and even skating down to your chest and licking within the cleft for any sweat that dripped down. You were a muscular one and proud of it, but this demon was making you pray that you had enough muscle to halt any sudden intrusion like a hand or tail it might have? Did it have a tail?

Wait, you can't see it with the demon hunched over you.

The longer this licking went on, the less your heart began to race yet the more your brain began to devise more ways for you to worry for your safety. You hoped that it was trying to keep you in a false sense of security to at least prevent a panic attack from taking you out from the world like you ran for your life from a serial killer and died falling down into a hole you didn't see coming, but when it seemingly stopped at your thoughts of when it would the fear began to pick up and your breathing followed suit. This was it, your time was up. Let's hope to God that it'll be painless. The demon shifted around, one of its hands removing itself from your still useless shoulder and slowly pulling your blankets off of your frozen body. Being warm nowadays, it was not completely unheard of to sleep only with underwear on. Didn't want to scar your housemate by accidentally walking into the kitchen naked as the day you were born. The hand that revealed your body skated down from your moisturized neck, trailing through your glistening chest and leaving a tingle as it went over your stomach...

And stopped at your crotch.

Despite the scenario where it would be advantageous to slay you right then and there or even sooner, the demon seemed driven to one area on your body if its sudden shift of attention from seemingly staring you in the eye towards your groin made any sense. The finger that pointed out the bulge within made like a claw and split your underwear down the middle, leaving the warm air to breeze over it and bring light to something.

Your dick wasn't numb.

And a sneaking suspicion that the demon was aware that you could feel every touch it delivered to that tender flesh of yours began to blossom as its gaze remained on your lower end while it slowly turned its body around to instead keep your crotch on the spotlight. With its moving, its lower end was revealed to you.

It had a butt.

Yeah, those were some rather petite cheeks hovering over your face, almost like a twink you'd see in porn ads when you were busy scrolling for the good stuff. You tried to see if you could make out what kind of demon this really was but its own crotch was vacant of discernable genitalia. Androgynous? Well, it didn't really matter so long as you didn't have to suffer having to smell another guy's junk and feel them smear whatever gunk they had on their nuts. Though the view would have been better if you were actually able to move, let alone talk an-

That mouth was taking your dick in.

You didn't feel any sharp pricks cut through your skin and grate it like your meat was nothing more than a fleshy block of cheese nor were you subjected to a melting sensation that would have spawned the mother of all death screams as you lost your cock inside a demon's maw. Instead, you were greeted to pure fleshy warmth and a snug enclosure for your shaft to be engulfed in and laid to rest. It liked your cock, as evident by its butt clenching from above. Perhaps the lack of its own organs promoted the use of its ass to perceive arousal of any sort. It was still _fucking weird _but it was better than having that be the last sight you saw before you suddenly saw the gateway to heaven or hell. Maybe even Purgatory if you somehow fucked up somewhere in life but couldn't remember with the unforgiving worry plaguing your memories of this exact scene. Was this a bad idea that you were getting hard?

No, you were still getting hard inside of a demon's mouth.

It was far too late to try and will it back down, you were as hard as steel inside of a strange creature's tunnel of oral pain and it seemed to take that into stride by employing its mouth and throat to squeeze upon you while pumping its way up and down like a fishing lure. It was probably enamored by how hung you were; you were no stallion but some could be quite jealous of you overtaking them in size and thickness. And that was on a good day when you were at the gym pumping iron like the wind thanks to your lengthy sets. Though that shouldn't distract you from the fact that your dick was trapped inside a demon's mouth and you had no idea if it was gonna curse you or not. It may be hard to keep a worried mind now that it was pleasuring you without a care in the world, and that its butt flexed and arched upwards whenever it got you all the way to the base, but don't lose yourself to its antics.

It could still turn around and kill you.

Defying death for this long brought some pressure into your loins and you felt a mix of fear and shame ring throughout your immobile limbs as you could feel yourself prepare to cum inside a demon. Your balls were scrunching up already but even then you could still feel that the demon intended to go all the way until you were plummeting off the edge. Whatever precum you might have oozed, dripped or shot out was lost in the many muscles that the demon possessed in its oral cavity so you were left to feel the building geyser in your dick as it sucked you off to completion.

And it felt like your balls were kicking it into high gear when you exploded inside of it.

You didn't get to see it, but the demon was gulping your load down with ease, trivializing the situation of you blowing every last drop yet you could still hear each hard gulp it produced taking your load into its gut. Your eyes were clenched shut, so you didn't see the demon's ass take a rest upon your face until it took a flat seat right on your mouth and stayed there as its legs curled around behind your head. The fear was back, but it was hard to be afraid when you were left with only something of an appealing sight to behold while you continued to unload. Speaking of your orgasm, it lasted longer than normal. Even when you were getting some quick tail in the locker room or one at home. Perhaps it was the tight space that continued to be tight despite the girth of your cock teasing your loins more and bringing energy to churn extra cream in your tanks. Either way, you were surprised to feel that your cock wasn't in any way, shape or form flaccid and throbbed to assert its lack of exhaustion.

Weird, you usually go chump when you beat off for a quick ten minutes or so.

Cooler air began to tickle your shaft, letting you know that you were being released from the clutches from that haunting yet effective maw. Perhaps now that it's had a rather salacious taste of your fluids, it'll take its time to sample more. Like your blood for instance. You still had its butt on your mouth and the warmth in your bedroom aided with the close-quarters blowjob left the demon's ass wafting with a smell of sweat. Nothing pungent-thank god-but enough to be noticeable. The actual sweat was smeared onto your lips when it got up and you hoped that it wouldn't be a fast-acting poison if you dared lick your mouth clean from the taste it left behind. Its mouth had gone closed and you could see its face a bit more clearly now. Granted, there were still no other bits about it, but you knew it had a maw hiding in that black.

It noticed your staring, but seemed to take it in the wrong context, for it moved around to face you again. Only this time, that black rear had situated itself over your dick. You could see it since it didn't have junk to mask it and it wasn't completely in your face to block your downward view and you wondered if this demon was a bit randy. After all, you watched it suck you off-seemingly dry-until you blew like a hose and it hadn't made any sudden move that seemed violently intended to harm you. Some ease began to allow you to relax, but then you were tense again as the demon's ass swallowed your dick with the same leisure as its maw did.

Now that it didn't have a thick cock blocking its airways, the creature was visibly and audibly groaning in a pleasure that you could make out even in the dim lighting. When it took a full seat on your crotch, the resulting bounce jolted your head a bit to the side and you could make out the start of a rising sign in the horizon. Morning was coming. Though it seemed the demon didn't want you to look away from its face while it impaled itself on your cock, so its cold hand reached to your chin and yanked your head back to make you stare at it. The limb stared there, gripping hard to make sure it didn't happen again while it stoically rode you like that bull a few blocks over. Big guy never wants to admit that he liked getting cock up his butt but he sure knew his way around one.

Though perhaps the demon wasn't fully stoic, seeing as the screeches it let out-brief as they were-weren't exactly devoid of positive emotion.

The longer this went on, the harder that ass slammed down onto your groin and made you wish you could speak. Sleep paralysis sure was a bitch, but you had a feeling this was a different kind. Doesn't it usually last like several minutes at a time? With dawn approaching, you began to wander off from the scene and think what became of this. If all you could feel was your dick, then perhaps this was the work of an agent administered to your body while you slept. Because you sure as hell didn't eat anything that'd have you locked up like a safe yet still able to get aroused. One of the demon's bounces were forceful enough to bring you back down to earth, and right in the middle of you cumming again. Must have wondered why you were staring into space while you were busting a nut inside of it.

Its gut continued to distend, looking like the kind of pudge you'd see on most dads that drank, went to the gym once a month to lift iron for a picture before leaving, and did most of their hard work sitting in place and talking. Your load still held the vicious drain that came with shooting everything you had, but by the time your high kicked in you could still feel yourself erect inside that moisturized cavern of an ass. You wonder if you somehow had been injected with something to cause this, because while it wasn't exactly the best fact about yourself your loads usually left you down for the count without a boost.

Yet still the demon continued to ride you.

The screeching it uttered stopped and soon you found yourself face-to-face with it. You knew that maw was there, razor-sharp teeth probably ready to tear into your neck or pull a xenomorph and inject you with a chestburster and your fears began to resurface again. Somehow, the radiant heat that surfaced from the suspense of the moment seemed to energize the demon further and not even thick walls could mask the rapid _plap plap plap _coming from your room. At least no one had the view to peek into this intense ride, since you lock your door every night. The demon suddenly froze in place and you felt its butt clamp down on you like a vice for a blood pressure test after being pumped for a bit.

You paused too, confusion visible from your eyes as sweat beaded down near your eye sockets and threatened to seep into your cornea. It seems the creature just had its own orgasm but nothing shot out of it. You could tell it still felt the effects of an orgasm, because it was huffing air in and out of its body like someone having their oxygen stolen away after running. Once its butt stopped bear-hugging you over and over, it resumed its stride in making you cum for a third time. And since it didn't let up after the second, that climax wasn't that far away. You wonder if this was just a sex demon at this point, the last of your fears being eaten up with the light as the sun rose outside. It was brighter in the room now, and the demon's inky black stature was more noticeably losing its earlier lankiness to the fluids you shot inside of it. Its hands looked like straightened hooks with gnarly claws as they held onto your body like the demon's life was at stake. That tongue, which had made a mess of your neck earlier, snaked out and prepared to drag itself across your now heated up torso again.

But that was cut short when you nutted again.

The bursts of spunk weren't as recognizable within the demon's body, but still you could see that its turgid belly was growing. It surged with more vigor, letting it droop downwards until it touched your own, flatter gut and leaving an impression against you.

Until it suddenly screeched like a bat and flung itself off of your dick.

Stuck cumming into the open air only to fall back and paint your thighs, crotch and lower stomach, you wondered what caused it to suddenly leave you hanging until you felt your afterglow shimmer through you. Then you saw a glint of light on your leg and looked down to see that the sun had risen high enough to beam into the room. The demon dad retreated to your closet, nursing its leg and growling whenever any rubs incited pain. So it did have a weakness, hmm?

And as if the sun was a blessing in of itself, you felt the crick of movement start at your neck and allow you to mechanically rise up to look at your room more clearly. Your third load left a mess on you but you'll clean it later, as right now your eyes were still on the demon. The more moments that passed, the brighter your room got and in tandem the demon continued to retreat into your closet. Within seconds, all you could see were those spindly fingers sticking out from the crack of the door and before you could shout "Wait!", it shut the door behind itself and all was silent.

"Huh...oh well." You resigned to think that maybe this was a rather drawn out dream but that was illogical. You never have a wet dream that vivid or left you in such a small mess despite being forced to cum thrice in succession. Hmm. Maybe this was an experience and you were sure that this was not the last you saw of that demon, especially since it left a trail of your cum leading up to the door it disappeared behind. You didn't even need to open it to know that it was gone, taking the time to actually be relieved that you could move. Though being up all night meant that you had to get cleaned up first if you wanted to think about going back to sleep. And that's probably impossible considering that your dick was still hard.

A cold shower will have to do. You got out of bed, forcing your curiosity to choke on its own presence as you tried to ignore your closet as you went to your bedroom door. Finally out of your room, you noticed the stark difference in temperature and felt a shiver ride up your tail all the way to the back of your neck, but you put all of that behind you as you rushed to the bathroom. All the stuff that one would need to get clean were there, so all you had to do was turn the knob for cold and a little for hot and step inside.

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"Dude, all you gotta do was say you were jacking it to some weird porn you found on the deep web or something and I'll take that as an excuse. Having something break into our house and leave without leaving a trace-"

"It still had my cum on it-"

"-Beyond that fact, thanks, it's still hard to think that a demon would come out of your closet to have sex with you." Of course your housemate was throwing every explanation you tried to give them down in the drain like they were useless to him. The Great Dane was always trying to be Mr. Right whenever he had the opportunity and it was easier for him to try and win his word through you when you talked about something as outlandish as a demon crawling out to have you cum in it before scurrying away.

"Look, I wouldn't be this determined to tell you that it happened if it didn't happen. I don't lie about these things."

"Really? What about that time you told me you got piss-drunk at a bar and woke up in a yacht surrounded by used condoms?"

"That totally happened! I told you that's why I was late to go with you to your sister's."

"The time you ate some chocolate and hallucinated that you had a magic dragon spirit telling you that you could learn kung fu if I ate your vegetables?"

"That's not what I said! I said it was a genie!"

"And the time you swore you sleepwalked into the house and woke up buck-naked in your room and told me you had been fucked by a ghost?"

"I...uh..." You didn't remember that last one, actually. Did you tell your housemate about that? Would Jordan actually hold all of those against you so he could really prove that you were dumb _and _crazy whenever you told him stuff that happened when he wasn't around nor involved? To be fair, you weren't exactly the most charismatic but you had heart. And heart was better than being a snob. "You know what, forget it. Least I'm getting laid."

"You call beating it to some cartoon demon 'getting laid'?"

"It was real , you asshole!"

"Right." Ugh, it's every time with this Dane. "Whenever you're done trying to convince me that evil spirits are coming to earth to fuck us all, maybe you could work on your new tattoo. Looks a bit sloppy." Jordan turned to leave, having been dressed to go to the gym so he could work out before going into work and at that last comment you stopped yourself from throwing an insult at his departing form and felt your neck. Dry, as you had taken your shower a bit ago and made sure that no inch of you was still moist with either sweat, saliva or cum. You then spotted your reflection in a nearby mirror on the wall and you jumped a bit.

Right there, where the demon had started licking you, a mark of some complex rune resided on your skin. Etched in like it had been there like a birth mark, the inky black presence it held on your neck left you feeling...

Hopeful.

Why else would a demon leave something of its presence on your body if it didn't plan on coming back? You felt a glimmer of hope warm your heart as you realized that maybe you left a mark on it more than it did you and perhaps it was gonna seek seconds from your body whenever the time was right. You felt giddy, like a schoolgirl who just got asked out on a date and you wondered how you'd pull this off. Was this like a date? Were you and the demon now intertwined with each other? Or was this like a mate thing like on documentaries you skip over for action movies? Either way, you had to find out someway to get it back in the house...

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You've been giddy all day. Barely able to hold yourself still for long because you were beaming with excitement. Your co-workers, your usual bus riders and even your gym partners all asked what the deal was and why the big smile, but you could only shake your head and tell them "Don't worry about it" while you got through the day. Jordan made his appearance, but not even his letdown of a voice could break your excitement. His only comment which stuck in your head long enough to be acknowledged was "I hope you don't keep me up all night with your porn..." but still you shrugged it off as he heated up his dinner and went to his room.

As the night continued on, you felt a yawn run through you before you could stop it and then you decided it was time for bed. You turned off the living room TV, left your clothes on the couch, and turned off every light that had a reachable switch to drown the house in nothing but darkness. Save for a camera you managed to procure from a friend of yours who worried so much about ghosts a month ago but recently came to terms with the spirits and didn't need it anymore. You made sure it was loaded up on batteries and started it only before you made everything dark.

And then you began to rub the demon mark with the fresh cum you stroked out of your balls some time ago.

During your buildup to this moment, you did everything in your internet's power to search up everything there is about demon summoning, and thankfully a safer-than-unsafe site was willing to disclose info about the various satanist sightings of things beyond this realm born of evil. Apparently, the mark the rested on you was one for conjuring a spirit provided you fed it with the fluid the demon took from you before it spared you. And since it was semen...

The nearby broom closet creaked open on its own and a growl began to bloom into the room...