Seduction with the Devil

[kiasusam]

Katherine breathed in the damp, fern-scented air of the woods. Clouds hung in the sky, grey and menacing, as the distant calls of birds filled the clearing with liquid, chattering life. No passing woodcutters were returning home to the village, no children were out picking mushrooms. Sunset would soon arrive.

She smiled. She’d done it. She was finally here.

She was going to catch the Devil.

Anna had made it sound so simple. Just go to the woods as the light is dying, she had said, long blonde hair shining in the firelight.Lay out on that long, flat rock in Parson’s Clearing. And he’ll come.



She had smiled, then, hinting wordlessly at a mystery Katherine could barely understand.He’ll stay all night, if suitably entertained.

Anna hadn’t said anything else about him, despite Katherine’s pleas. But her smile had remained, that adult, knowing smile that Katherine had seen on the faces of the other women of the village, young and old and in-between, who walked back from the woods in October long after the sun had gone down.

Katherine had snuck out to watch them returning. Mostly, they came back alone. Sometimes, confusingly, they came in pairs. She’d seen how the women’s hair was down, dishevelled, how their corsets were unlaced. How they would hurry to fasten buttons, smooth out skirts.

They were always smiling. Smiling just like Anna, when Katherine had finally pulled her aside one Sunday morning and asked her what happened in the woods at night.

You’re of age now. You’re ready.

Katherine looked down at herself, shrouded in the long red cape. ‘I am,’ she whispered. ‘I am.’

The cape excited her. It was velvet, the colour of wine and blood, and the finest thing she’d ever worn.

And underneath it, she was naked.

You have to be, the first time. Anna had been very specific. Not even a ribbon in your hair.

There were more instructions to follow. Katherine had washed herself in elderflower water, taking care to clean every inch of her body. She had taken her late mother’s beeswax balm, and massaged it into her pale skin until she glowed.

Most thrillingly of all, she had crept into her stepfather’s room as he slept. She had taken the bottle of frankincense oil, the holy oil that was only ever used in church. She had gently, nervously dipped her fingers into the bottle, marvelling at the scent, briefly touching her oil covered fingers to her forehead, neck, and stomach.

You have to anoint yourself. Or it won’t work.

It had felt wonderful. Felt like she was opening a door to something richer, deeper - and forbidden. And now, in the cold of the forest clearing, every part of her body throbbed with that same feeling.

She was excited. More excited that she had ever been.

The rock stood a little way away from her, in the centre of the clearing. Long and flat, the height of a table, and made of a dark grey stone that was nothing like the crumbling sandstone of the village houses.

It looked like an altar. Or a sacrificial stone.

And she was going to lie on it.

Her skin felt soft against the hard rock as she pulled herself on top of it. The sky was beginning to darken, with long shadows stretching out over the untouched grass.

'I’m finally here.' With a quiet, breathless laugh, she untied the ribbon at the top of her cloak. The velvet cloth slid silently from her body, exposing her naked skin to the cold autumn air.

She imagined how she would look to a passing villager, some innocent lad walking home from the woods. She was 18 now, her skin pale and smooth as glass, dark curls tumbling over her shoulders in unrestrained waves. The thinness of childhood had vanished; her thighs were shapely now, her waist and hips had taken on the sinuous, dangerous curves of womanhood. She had ripened. All of her.

No one could resist her. No simple village man, no lord, no priest. No mortal.

Not even the Devil himself.

The stone was cold as she lay down upon it, despite the layer of velvet between her bare flesh and the rock. Chills rippled over her naked skin, hardening her nipples to stiff, dark points.

Obedient girls didn’t come here.

Good girls didn’t lie naked in public, legs open, burning for some dark creature to show them things they couldn’t even guess at.

She exhaled slowly, her breath barely visible in the cold air.

Just one last step.

Slowly, nervously, her hand crept down her body, briefly lingering on the soft swell of her breasts. The dark, secret tangle of black hair at the meeting of her thighs had been forbidden territory for long. Only recently, in the privacy of her attic room when she was sure her stepfather was sleeping, had she began to explore herself. Touch herself.

She parted her smooth, aching lips, gasping as the cold air touched her sensitive flesh. Her fingers stroked at her slick, wet core, each touch sparking some deep, internal longing that she couldn’t begin to satisfy.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip at the pleasure of it.

‘Who calls me here, to this ancient place?’

Katherine’s fingers stilled. Every nerve in her body tingled with the new, sudden awareness of a presence. The voice was low, like a growl, spoken very close by. It sounded amused.

‘Tell me your name.’

‘K-Katherine Hardstark.’

‘Why do you stutter, Katherine Hardstark?
And why do you close your eyes?’

Katherine felt hot breath against her neck, laced with the scent of salt and fire.

‘Are you scared to look upon me?’

Her voice was little more than a whisper. ‘Yes.’

‘And yet you came here alone, defenceless, naked?’

‘Yes.’

‘Tell me why.’

‘Because… because I want to know what happens here.’

The voice whispered in her ear, sending thrills racing through her body.

‘Have you not been listening in church? Don’t you know that curiosity leads to sin?'

Of course she knew it. She’d heard the priest shout it from the church pulpit, his flint-grey stare unrelenting. She just didn’t care anymore.

‘I wanted to find out for myself.’

‘Oh, brazen girl… you will find out more than you could have ever bargained for. Now look upon me.’

‘I’m - I’m afraid.’

‘Good. Look upon me.’

[kiasusam]

Katherine opened her eyes. The clouds had cleared. A vast canopy of stars hung over the clearing, weakly illuminating the black.



He was standing over her. His figure and face were shrouded in darkness. Only his yellow eyes were visible, as they stared down at her naked body. Shining eyes, powerful ones that stole her breath, kept her playful fingers still.

‘I am formless, Katherine. I take a shape that frightens you. That excites you. Who frightens you, Katherine?’

‘I- I don’t want to say.’

The cold stone beneath her grew warm, warmer, until the heat made her whimper. ‘Tell me. Or the rock will boil.’

‘... The priest.’

‘The village priest? Robert Harker?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why does he scare you so?’

‘Because… because he looks at me in church. He stares.’

‘Does that scare you? Or excite you?’

There was no lying to him. Not with the stone burning against her back, making her writhe against the velvet cloak. ‘Both.’

‘Good.’ The creature stepped forward. ‘Tonight, the first night, we walk that fine line between fear and desire.’

Katherine gasped. It was Robert Harker, down to the last detail. His immaculate priestly garb, his dark, slicked-back hair, his tall frame. Only the yellow eyes remained.

‘I know his mind as well as I know his shape… and he desires you.’ The priest’s voice was uncanny.

‘He desires you very much, Katherine.’

Being naked before Robert Harker, not only naked, but wantonly so… it was more than she could have ever imagined.

‘Don’t move. Don’t blink.’

The creature began to unbutton his priestly gown.

‘You’ve always wanted to see him naked, haven’t you?’
When you watch him from the pews as he gives his sermon? Answer me.’

‘Yes.’
Her desire was growing. She stroked herself again, sighing with pleasure as her nerves quivered.

‘Don’t touch. I will not be disobeyed.’

Creature - Robert was shirtless now, his broad, muscled chest lightly coated with hair. He smelled of man, the faintly animalistic scent of sweat and sex that made Katherine sigh.

‘I decide when you touch yourself. Or you will leave this place and never return.’

‘No, please -’

‘Call me Master.’
The yellow eyes grew brighter.

‘Am I your Master here, Katherine?’

‘Yes.’ She heard her own voice, panting, wanton. ‘Yes, Master.’

‘Good.’

He was naked. Katherine stared in astonishment. Did all men really have… "that" between their legs? So long, and thick?

‘Are you curious, Katherine?
Do you want to touch it?
Feel it under your hands?'

‘Yes, Master.’

‘And you will.’ The yellow eyes gleamed.

‘But I’m going to touch you first.’
Strong hands, hands that burned with an adult heat, gripped her thighs.

‘Take your hands away, Katherine. Put them by your sides.’

‘Master, I don’t want to -’

A stinging slap left a rosy mark on her thigh.

‘Take your hands away. I won’t tell you twice.’

Katherine took her hand away from her throbbing centre, biting her lip in frustration. ‘Yes, Master.’

‘Good girl.’ The hands on her thighs began to move, slowly, playfully rubbing her flesh.

‘Robert’s always wanted you in front of him like this, Katherine. Naked, defenceless, dripping with desire.’

Searching fingers moved upward, caressing her stomach.

‘You haunt his dreams, Katherine. You’ve haunted his dreams ever since he noticed these.’ The hands lightly cupped her breasts. So soft. So full. And you flaunted them, didn’t you Katherine? You pulled your dresses a little lower before you walked into church. You wanted him to look.’

‘Yes, Master.’

She had wanted the priest to look. Had wanted more than that. As the light, teasing strokes over her breasts grew firmer, slowly circling around her unbearably stiff nipples, she threw her head back and moaned.

‘You craven slut.’ Hearing such filthy words in the priest’s voice only heightened the pleasure.

Fingers gripped her nipples, pinching them hard enough for her to writhe at the intensity.

‘You’ve always wanted a man’s hands on you. Making you moan.’

‘Yes, Master.’
The fingers pinched harder, and Katherine cried out, tossing her head from side to side.

‘I’m a craven slut, Master.’

Robert Harker’s face moved closer, the creature’s yellow eyes shining.

‘Craven sluts are always rewarded here.’ His fingers left Katherine’s nipples, his hot, wet mouth replacing them.

Katherine moaned, a raw sound of pleasure, as her breasts were lavished with licks and bites.

‘Oh, yes! Oh, Master!’

‘So responsive.’ A graze of teeth against her nipple made her jolt with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

‘Such a ripe young body. Shall I mark it, Katherine? Shall I mark it as my own?’

‘Please.’ Her body was alive with intense, powerful feeling, her core dripping with desire.’

‘With pleasure.’ The creature bit her breast, harder this time, adding a layer of pain to the intoxicating cocktail of sensation.

In the next moment his tongue was bathing the teeth-marks, dulling the sharpness.

‘Such pale, unmarked skin. This first mark will be the most treasured… but there will be more.’

Katherine envisioned herself, her body marked by lustful mouths and hands. The thought brought her to a new level of arousal. She laughed, arching her back, pressing herself against the creature’s mouth with all her strength. ‘Mark me, Master.’

‘Later.’ The creature lifted his head from her breasts, and Katherine moaned at the lack of contact.

‘First, you must give all of yourself to me.’ His yellow eyes focused on the patch of black hair between Katherine’s thighs, the curls damp with want.

‘You are a virgin. But you do not want to be.’

‘That’s right, Master.’

‘Your tastes are… indiscriminate. Priests. Village lads. Lords… and ladies.’

Katherine laughed. The creature really could read her mind. ‘Yes.’

‘And pain does not trouble you.’

‘I rode horses as a child. One day I lost my maidenhead. It’s common.’

‘I know.’ The creature looked at Katherine appraisingly.

‘I saw the way you touched yourself… so eager! So ready for the ultimate pleasure. But still unskilled, Katherine. Someone needs to show you just how good it can feel.’ His strong fingers flickered at the entrance to her secret place.

‘Someone with experience.’

With a slow, measured thrust, two fingers buried themselves inside of her. Katherine gasped, her silken flesh reflexively tightening around his fingers.

‘So tight. So deliciously, innocently tight.’

The fingers began to curl and flex, as Katherine bucked with pleasure at the new sensation. He was touching points of sensitivity she never knew she had, expertly bringing her to a new level of delicious wantonness. Her legs splayed wider, and she thrusted her hips to meet his hand.

‘Don’t stop, Master,’ she whimpered. ‘Please. Don’t stop.’

‘No stopping now, Katherine.’

The voice was laced with humour. ‘You’re past the point of refusal.’

A third finger joined the two already moving inside her; Katherine arched her back, moaning.

‘You learn so quickly. I wonder how you’ll respond if I do… this.’

In the next moment, a thumb was pressed against the pulsing centre of Katherine’s pleasure. With each firm stroke, she was brought closer and closer to the point of no return.

'Oh - oh God -’

‘No God here.’

The pressure of the creature’s thumb intensified.

‘It has begun. It cannot be stopped.’ With a low growl his mouth was back on her breasts, tonguing them, biting each swollen nipple until Katherine writhed like a mad thing, her skin flushed with desire.

She was approaching a dizzying peak, with all awareness narrowed down to the hand between her legs, the mouth on her breasts.

‘I - I -’

‘Let go.’ The voice was serious now. ‘Let go. I permit you.’

With a cry of ecstasy, Katherine abandoned herself completely. She lost herself in unparalleled pleasure, her hoarse, wordless cries pealing out over the silent woods. She saw herself as if from far away, naked, panting, the fingers and mouth of the unholy creature bringing her to a heart-stopping climax. She stiffened, bucking uncontrollably, her release flooding through her.

The creature was silent. His fingers lay still inside her as a pleasurable ache began to radiate through her body. The velvet cloak felt like a soft salve against her skin… almost like a blanket.

‘No sleep for you, Katherine.’ The creature’s fingers left her, and Katherine cried out at the sudden emptiness.

‘We have the whole night ahead of us… and now that I have given you pleasure, you’re going to give me mine.’

‘But I… I don’t know how.’

‘I think you underestimate yourself.’ The creature’s eyes burned.

‘Your lack of shame gives me considerable pleasure.’ Katherine’s cheeks flushed.

‘As do your brief moments of embarrassment.’

‘But the other women of the village have been visiting you for so much longer. I must be… dull, to you.’

‘Excited virgins are never dull.’

The creature leaned closer, the uncanny eyes gazing out of Robert Harker’s face.

‘Now begins the second stage.’

To be continued.....

[BeerBottle]

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[WhiteDeck]

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[Arranger]

Originally Posted by WhiteDeck

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Yes please do

[kiasusam]

The Devil looked down at Katherine Hardstark.

What a surprise this seemingly timid young virgin was turning out to be. Firstly, there was the form she had chosen for him. Most village girls wanted him to appear in the guise of simple young men; woodcutters, blacksmiths, apprentices. Milk - and - water men, pale and inoffensive. But this girl's secret desire was the dark, permanently scowling village priest. A deliciously taboo choice - one that hinted at hidden depths of depravity.

He had always taken women further than they thought they could go. But Katherine's eagerness, her soft vulnerability mixed with wicked delight in the pleasures he was giving her, made him wonder if she even had limits.

A woman completely open to him. The jaded, scarred part of him that had once been his heart quivered.

But no time to ponder. Sunrise was fast approaching, and he was nowhere near done. He was harder than normal, his usual restraint dissolving in the face of the young woman splayed before him. 'Touch me, Katherine. Have you ever felt a man under your hands?'

'No.' Her voice was halting, husky. 'No, Master.'

'But you've wanted to touch a man, haven't you?'

Katherine smiled. 'Yes, Master. Very much.'

'Get on your knees.' It was a pleasure to watch her smooth, pale body, already marked by his rough caresses, as she slowly rose to a kneeling position on the long grey stone. Her breasts swung heavily, ripe, and he fought the urge to put his mouth to them. 'Put your hands on my chest.'



He normally made the women kneel on the grass. There was a certain dark glory in having a woman staring up from the ground, biting her lip. But having this one stare directly into his eyes seemed... right.

He fought the urge to gasp as her soft hands rested against his skin. 'Run them downward,' he said, his tongue thick in his mouth. 'Slowly.'



'Yes, Master.' Her fingers were unbearably teasing as they ran down his body, taking an age, before they wrapped around his shaft. Electricity rocketed through him; it was all he could do not to cry out. Something's wrong. This never happens. Keep control.

'How does it feel, Katherine?'

'Heavy, Master.' By now her voice was an awed whisper. 'Heavy, and smooth, and warm. And... '

'And what?'

'And like I want to keep touching it.' Her fingers tightened around him.

'Then do so.' He forced himself to remain immobile as Katherine slowly stroked up and down his shaft, leaving no part untouched.

Taking a human form had begun to feel empty. So many hands had touched him that he barely felt it anymore. But there was something about the combination of this woman's fingers, delicately stroking him, and her dark eyes staring into his own, that made having a body feel new again.

Katherine shyly bit her lip. 'Am I pleasing you, Master?'

'If you displease me, you'll know. Move faster.'

'Yes, Master.' Her fingers moved more quickly, and the Devil couldn't suppress a dark, animal growl.

'Yes. Like that.'

Katherine smiled, her eyes never leaving his. 'I'm glad I can please you, Master.'

No. He couldn't have her looking at him like this, laying him bare with her gaze. He placed his hand on the back of the girl's neck, her soft flesh yielding under his grip. 'You can please me more.' He began to push her downwards. 'Don't resist. Or you will anger me.'

Soon, Katherine's face was level with his hips. The feel of her breath against his swollen shaft was intoxicating.

'Now kiss me where you have touched me.'

He saw her eyes widen. 'Do - do women -'

'Yes.' Oh, the things he could do with this one. 'More than just kiss, Katherine. They lick, and suck, and - ' he stopped, overwhelmed, as Katherine's lips tentatively brushed against him. 'Yes. Like that.'

'As you wish, Master.' Such demure words, but said with an oddly knowing hint of laughter. The Devil closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of the girl's full, flushed lips covering his flesh with slow kisses - all the better for her inexperience. Her felt the warm, wet lap of her tongue and cried out, feeling his muscles tense.

'I - I'm sorry, Master. Did I hurt you?'

The Devil gritted his teeth. He tightened his grip around the girl's neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her wince. 'Never stop doing something unless I instruct you to.'

'Yes, Master.' Her mouth covered him again, her kisses and licks bolder this time, growing in enthusiasm. He felt his hips moving of their own accord, pushing against the girl's welcoming lips, until she took all of him in her mouth with a swift, dizzying rush. The Devil groaned, unable to control himself. Pushing deeper, expecting her to gag, to try and push her away, he was shocked to feel her moan against him. He felt one of her hands grip his thigh, pulling him further into her mouth.

He was losing control. He could play for weeks, for months. Even the most depraved acts, the ones that could kindle new desire even in his weary bones, never made him forget himself. Human desire had never bound him. But as he felt Katherine's throat tighten around him, he felt - for the first time in aeons - a pleasure in being bound.

Katherine moaned again, her voice humming through his flesh. He felt himself explode, shuddering, his surprised cry of pleasure echoing through the silent woods.

[kiasusam]

Katherine gasped, hot liquid flooding her mouth as the creature moaned savagely. She swallowed desperately, feeling her lips dampen with his seed.

It was terrifying. Strange, terrifying - and addictive. She wanted to do it again, make this strange, dark being cry out again. A new sense of power was kindling in her belly. But he was already pulling away from her, watching her with those unsettling yellow eyes.

Had she pleased him? She hoped so. But his face was unreadable, the priest's serious features full of a new, darker power.

How wonderful it had felt, to have him in her mouth. She could still taste him.

'Turn around. Now.' The creature's strong hands gripped her hips, reddening the flesh, turning her to face away from him as Katherine struggled to keep up.

'What are you - what - '

'Never question me.' She was being pulled to the edge of the stone, her fingers reflexively grasping at the velvet cloak beneath her. Soon she was bent over the rock, her feet just touching the wet ground, her breasts pressed hard against the unforgiving surface. Her tender nipples rubbed against the velvet, sending shocks through her flesh.

What was he going to do to her? Sink his fingers into her, curling them against her as he'd done before?

Maybe he'd take her. She gulped. She'd seen how animals took their mates, the female pinned and shivering.

She had never considered that it might actually feel... good.

Better than good. Glorious.




She braced herself, waiting for him. But nothing came. Tension coiled in her stomach, an intense, vulnerable excitement that made her heart race.

Then she felt it. A soft sigh of breath against her inner lips.

He couldn't want to kiss her... there. Her thighs clenched. 'No, Master, I -'

A deep rumble of laughter came from behind her. 'Are you refusing me, Katherine?'

'No, I - I just - you can't -'

A stinging slap reddened the outside of her thigh. Katherine bit her lip, whimpering as the pain spiralled out into raw, shivering pleasure. 'I can do anything I want to you, Katherine Hardstark. Anything.'

He could. He could mark her body anyway he chose, but... who would want to touch her in this way?

'Have no shame, Katherine.' The creature's voice was unexpectedly gentle. 'You had no shame when I used my hands.' Rough, calloused fingers were spreading her wide, exposing her tender flesh to the winter air. 'Why is my mouth any different?'

'I - I don't know. But it is.'

Hot, searching lips brushed briefly against her; Katherine cried out, unprepared for the intense jolt of pleasure that made her toes curl in the grass. 'It is different. Better.' Then his tongue was on her, skilful, persistent, as white-hot bliss sent sparks down every nerve. 'Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me to stop. If you can. I permit you.'

He knew she couldn't. She could barely form words. Each probing stroke of the creature's tongue drew harsh, ragged moans from the base of her throat, her thighs clenching uncontrollably. She felt herself pressing against his mouth, wanting more, every trace of timidity evaporating with each sensual flicker of his tongue. She was close to something, close to a peak she hadn’t even imagined with his fingers inside her. ‘Please.’ The words left her lips in breathless pants. ‘Please.’

‘Oh, Katherine.’ Another deep thrust of his tongue made her hips buck. ‘This time… it is denied.’

No mouth against her now; no breath. Nothing. Just cold air, and the agonising frustration of a pleasure denied. Katherine moaned with irritation, gripping the velvet cloak with shaking fingers. ‘Master, why can’t I -’

‘To remind you that I’m your master now.’ The creature’s hands were on her hips again, effortlessly turning her over. In a matter of seconds, Katherine was staring once more into those glowing eyes. ‘I decide your pleasure. Not you.’



‘But, I - please.’ She reached down, taking a rough-hewn hand in hers, guiding it downward, ‘please -’

‘No begging.’ A playful slap against her thigh left her flesh rosy. ‘Until tomorrow. Then you can beg all you like.’ The creature smiled, the priest’s features suddenly seeming much more wicked. ‘Sunrise is coming.’

‘Have we even been here for that long?’ Absolute black still surrounded them. ‘All night?’

‘Humans create a structure as complex as time, and then spend their lives ignoring it.’ The creature ran a finger along the line of Katherine’s torso, leaving a pink line of pressure on her skin. ‘You will be weary tomorrow. Today.’

Tomorrow. Today. She had imagined this would be like a game, an illicit thrill she could tell Anna about. ‘The village seems like a dream, now.’

‘Maybe it is.’ There was something new in the creature’s eyes. Something almost… human. ‘Maybe you have been dreaming, all this time. And now you are waking up.’

This didn’t feel like a game. This felt like something more than an old village custom, or a flirtatious female secret. A shadow had passed over her… but how fascinating the darkness was. How attractive.

There was only a little distance between them. It was easy to sit up, her hands resting on the creature’s shoulders, and gently touch her lips to that grim, sarcastic mouth. She felt him yield to her for a brief, heartstopping moment, those yellow eyes flooding her with liquid fire -

‘No!’ His hand tightened on the back of her neck, pulling her away with vicious force. Katherine cried out in pain as she slammed against the rock. ‘How dare you presume to touch me in that way?’

‘I - I’m sorry, I -’

‘Kisses are for equals.’ The creature’s face was twisted with rage; the sour scent of sulphur began to fill the air. ‘You are my pet, Katherine. My toy. You do not touch me in any way unless I will it.’

‘And the other women?’ Katherine knew she should stay silent, but she couldn’t resist. She had already risked so much. ‘Are they pets too?’

‘They know their place. Unlike you.’ The creature’s fingertips were hot against her flesh. ‘And I have no time for humans with ideas above their station.

‘You just said time was was a human construct.’

‘Enough. Your education finishes here, Katherine Hardstark.’

‘Then let go of me.’ His hand was still digging into her thigh; Katherine felt an obscure stab of victory. ‘If my education ends here, you have no claim over me.’

‘The Devil has claim over every human soul,’ the creature hissed. ‘Every human heart. I don’t need your body to have your soul.’

'Then prove it.’

For a moment the creature stared at her, the face of the priest torn between rage and surprise. Katherine stared back, unblinking, determined to keep her terror hidden.

With a sound like fabric tearing, the darkness became light. Birdsong filled the clearing, the treetops silhouetted with the gold of the rising sun. Katherine felt the cold of a winter morning hit her in a shuddering wave.

No one was with her. No footsteps had left the grass trampled, no whispers came from nearby trees. It was if she had imagined Robert Harker - or rather, the thing that had assumed the form of Robert Harker.

Was it really… Him? Or some lesser demon… but the memory of those eyes, that aura of power so thick she had practically tasted it, told her what she already knew. It was the Devil. No one else.

And she had submitted to him. Did things to him… and allowed him to do things to her that she had barely imagined before. Wonderful, craven things.

He would probably never return. At least, not to her.

She reached for the cloak, covering her shaking body. It was probably wrong to feel so angry about the creature’s abrupt departure. As if he’d robbed her of a pleasure she was due.

Her eyes narrowed.

The Devil was only a demon, after all. And she’d already appeared to him once, on his terms.

Next time, he would appear to her.

She would summon him.



THE END

[gammaray001]

Originally Posted by WhiteDeck

Please continue soon..

Yes please

[dewe]

Ts such originality, just copy from literotica and paste here and add some stolen photos also lol.

[Hangaround]

Nice story, nice pics

[Sen5eS]

yeah .. thumbs up for the lovely pics too !

[Galatiko]

Nice story, thanks!!

[tucksin]

Originally Posted by Sen5eS

yeah .. thumbs up for the lovely pics too !

Agree, very hot pics

[dewe]

Originally Posted by tucksin

Agree, very hot pics

Thank the stars he shared the pics here, otherwise we won't know where to look for them.