Sleeping with the Devil

Sleeping with the Devil

The walls of Estelle’s room were painted black. Covering a lot of the midnight shade were almost equally dark posters, of bands like Cradle of Filth, the Sisters of Mercy, Black Sabbath and the Genitorturers. Such bands held pride of place on her CD player, and were played so loud that it would have brought visits from the police if she hadn’t soundproofed the room ages ago.

   At the moment the young woman called Estelle was naked. The centre of the room had been cleared of junk, and a pentagram chalked out on her black carpet. At the five pints of the star contained in the pentagram a black candle (in a candleholder) burned.

   Open on the floor in front of Estelle there was an ancient book, bound in human skin. The book dated from the seventeenth century and had allegedly been written by the black magician Augustus de Stijl. Estelle was reciting what was supposed to be a spell of summoning, if you believe in that sort of thing. She did.

   The naked Estelle reached the end of the incantation. She picked up a silver-bladed dagger, known as an athame, and made a cut on her left palm. It made a change from taking a razor to her upper left arm. She squeezed out droplets of blood which fell onto the pentagram.

   There was a loud bang, and a puff of sulphurous smoke. A naked man was standing there, in the pentagram. He was very attractive, had dark hair, and stood around six feet tall. He also sported a foot-long erection, one as thick as a person’s wrist.

   Estelle looked up from where she was kneeling naked on the floor.

   “It worked.” she said, barely able to believe it.

   “I took pity on you.” the being said. His voice was as dark and sweet as chocolate. She could have listened to it all day. “By the way, your Latin pronunciation is terrible.”

   “You’re the Devil.” Estelle said. She wasn’t scared. This was what she had wanted.

   “Yes, and you have risked your immortal soul just because you need a good fuck.” the Devil said. “And I will not deny you the greatest pleasure a woman can ever know. However, there are certain proprieties to be observed. If you require any service of me you must first pay homage, with the black kiss.”

   Estelle had heard of this and knew what he wanted. The Devil turned his back on her, bent forward, and spread his buttocks wide, revealing his anus.

   Estelle scooted forward on her knees. She placed her mouth on the Devil’s anus. It smelled foul and tasted worse. But she forced her tongue inside the Devil’s hot anus. Hot and bitter. She kept up the analingus for what seemed like forever. Eventually the Devil had had enough.

   “You have shown reverence.” he said, smiling down at the twenty-something naked woman. “Now I will do as you desire, and fuck you. But, I warn you, once you have had me all other lovers will pale by comparison. No one else will satisfy, and only I will bring you to an orgasm – me, and the memory of me. Though you live to the age of Methuselah no other man will bring you to an orgasm. Do you still desire to fuck me?”

   “Yes.” Estelle gasped. For a long time it was all that she had thought and dreamt about – to be fucked by the Devil. She had watched many horror movies, from To The Devil A Daughter to The Omen to The Ninth Gate, and she knew that she loved and believed in the worship of Satan.

   The Devil flung Estelle on her bed. She spread herself for him, both wanting and fearing what was about to occur. The Devil knelt between her legs, slowly introducing the head of his massive cock into her wet cunt.

   “Oh, it’s hot.” Estelle said. It was a lot hotter than any human member. It burned as it spread her lips. It felt as though some branding iron was piercing her. It was pleasure and pain combined. Inch after burning inch slowly entered her, spreading her open, going deeper than anything had ever been inside her. Estelle gasped, eyes closed, head back. It felt as though the Devil’s burning cock was going to come out of her mouth. Eventually the Devil had all twelve inches of his hot cock inside her.

   “Ah, ah, ah.” Estelle gasped, as the Devil slowly fucked her, the perfect tempo to bring her to the brink of orgasm.

   Estelle came… and came and came again, a multiple orgasm that showed no sign of stopping. It was lucky that her room had been soundproofed, as she was screaming the place down.

   The Devil lifted her up off the bed, Estelle still impaled on his cock. One hand held her ass, and one finger of that hand slid inside her anus. Estelle gasped.

   The Devil reached down, and picked up one of the burning candles.

   “If you worship me you will suffer the fires of Hell over and over, burning but not destroying, for all eternity.” he said. “Here is but a little taste of the pleasures you will receive.”

   He touched the flame of the candle to her pink right nipple. Estelle screamed in agony, but did not stop cumming. The candle flame did not consume or blacken her nipple, but Estelle felt every bit of the pain. The flame kissed her left nipple. The Devil held it there a long time. And still Estelle came, her cunt spasming as it gripped his cock. Existence had become unbearable pain. Existence had become orgasm. Time had stopped.

   Estelle locked her legs around the waist of the Devil, gripping him tightly.

   “More.” was all that she could say. As she clung to him the Devil let go of her ass, knowing that his iron-hard cock would support her, along with her legs gripping him tightly. He picked up another candle, and then held one to each nipple, two bright little flames torturing her mortal flesh.

   The Devil eventually put both candles back down. He held her ass, as he began a fucking motion again.

   “And now for the win.” the Devil said. He spurted deep inside her, possessing not only her body, but also her soul.

   The Devil’s sperm was incredibly hot, hotter than boiling water. If he had not been the Devil it would have destroyed Estelle, ruining her cunt forever. But, instead, it did not destroy, but was merely the greatest pain she had ever felt, as the scalding white seed burnt its way through her cervix and into her womb. Estelle fainted.

   When Estelle woke she was on her bed. The book of magic was open on the floor beside the pentagram. The candles had burned down. There was no indication that anybody else had been there. It had all been a dream.

   Hadn’t it?