Every character in this short is 18+. It contains extreme MILF vs Giant Demon sex with a tiny bit of body horror in the mix. Everyone has a good time, though, even if some souls get eternally damned or whatever.
“Is this a joke?” I’m not usually cranky in the morning but after spending an entire night listening to my friend’s mom bleating at the top of her lungs from dusk till dawn, I was a bit annoyed at being asked if I slept well. “It sounded like a woman was being murdered while giving birth during an earthquake up there. How could this go on for eight hours?”
“Oh, sorry I didn’t warn you. My parents are weird; every night is like this. I got used to it over the years. It happens all weekends, too, so if it bothers you, we can maybe hang out at Adam’s place.”
I was trying to think of an excuse to stay. Sleep deprivation aside, it actually was insanely hot to listen to his mom's demented moaning all night and, now that the house was quiet again, I kind of missed it. All thinking aborted when a buxom woman with wet blonde hair sauntered into the kitchen. She must have barely taken the time to dry herself after a shower since the bridal nightgown she wore was like a thin layer of white paint on her skin. With stretching arms raised high, the hem of the skirt rose above her hairless pussy.
“Hiii, you must be Devon. I’m Tess. Sorry I missed you yesterday. Did you sleep well?” She stretched again to reach a glass on a tall cupboard, this time showing off half of her squishy-looking peach of a butt. I had only seen her from afar on the soccer field sideline but even her vague, blurry shape had screamed MILF. None of my fantasies held up to the real hot mom in the flesh.
“Yes, Ma’am... I mean... um... Tess,” I managed to reply, avoiding my friend’s accusatory glare at the wildly different answer to the same question asked by someone with large breasts.
When she turned around, having filled her glass with water in the sink, one of her shoulder straps tumbled down her arm, peeling the thin layer of fabric over one of her perfect breasts.
“Mom, your boob’s out,” my friend said with the exasperation of a frequent occurrence. I wanted to kick him under the table for narking on the escaped prisoner, but, after his mom fixed her wardrobe malfunction, the other breast slipped out in the same manner as she sat down.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, leaning against the table, squishing her loose breast against her arm in the process. What I thought was a crucifix around her neck turned out to be a key and it nestled between her squished boobs. “I had a really intense night. I’ll get out of your way soon. Can you go get me two buckets of pig’s blood at the butcher?”
“Mom! I got you two buckets yesterday. I put them in the fridge.”
“I know, but I’m about to use those. Oh, and I’m going to need a big strong man to carry them upstairs for me. Do you mind helping me, Devon?” She had to fix her shoulder strap to get me out of my trance.
“N-no of course not.” When you made an effort to look away from her goddess-like body, her dark eyes were beautiful as well. “I won’t spill a drop...” It didn’t occur to me to ask what the blood was for as most of mine had drained away from my brain.
My friend sighed and grabbed two metal buckets from a tower of empties by the door. He shot me a look that I shrugged off apologetically. “Let me guess. I’m going to Adam’s place on my own today.”
Following Tess up the stairs, staring up her skirt at bare cheeks rubbing against each other with each step, I still didn’t care about why I carried two heavy buckets with me. It’s when I saw her dirty bedroom completely devoid of furniture except for a round pentagram area rug and a chair on which a passed-out naked man was tied up that began to wonder if the pig’s blood should have been a red flag.
Some primal survival instinct made me turn my hips toward the exit, but a stronger breeding instinct turned them back toward Tess when she began pulling her nightgown over her head, revealing the entire soft-looking hourglass almost within arm’s reach. She brushed a nipple against my chest as she walked right by me to toss the thin garment out of her bedroom. She then locked the bedroom door with the key around her neck and swallowed it, chain and all. That’s a red flag too, right?
Seeing my mixture of arousal and horror, she explained. “Don’t worry, it’ll get flushed out.” And, remembering the naked guy held against his will, she added: “Oh, that’s just my husband. He won’t mind.”
“Won’t mind what?” With how weird the situation had gotten. Simply getting naked inside a locked bedroom wasn’t a big enough hint for me.
“Ugh,” she tapped the side of her head. “I’m so sorry, Devon; I don’t sleep much these days. I should have asked you before I swallowed the key but I guess I can still throw it up: Do you want to become possessed and fuck my brains out?” Definitely a more obvious hint.
“Hmm, if... if that’s something you’re interested in.” What was I supposed to say? 'No, thank you'? 'I’ll wait for a less ominous opportunity to have weird, kinky sex with a woman way out of my league'? She even caressed her curves as she asked for god’s sake.
She laughed at my small dick energy. “Don’t worry, you’ll be in good hands.”
I assumed she meant hers.
“Using your body as an incubus vessel is so easy, I don’t know why doctors still prescribe Viagra. All you need is a pentagram and a gallon of pig’s blood.” Tess dipped a large plastic pitcher into one of the buckets, then moved to the center of the tacky carpet to drink it. Watching and listening to her gulp down the foul liquid so eagerly was the grossest, most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Her breasts seem to swell hypnotically with every throat swallow.
She tossed the empty pitcher aside, licked her lips, then beckoned me to the pentagram rug.
I hesitated, of course. But I did it, of course. “Do I have to drink a gallon of blood too?”
She laughed again. “No, you get to enjoy the sweetness of my corrupted breast milk.”
“Oh...” I moved into her embrace. Her breasts were not just close enough to touch now, they were close enough to taste. My mouth instinctively latched on the nipple to suckle harder than a baby ever could.
I want you to grow up big and strong,” she said, and when you have your lips and hands around succulent breasts for the first time, you miss a lot of red flags.
I didn’t believe in that demon stuff yet. Not for another 2 minutes. At the time, I just felt bad that in Tess’s satanic ritual fantasy, she had to drink a gallon of pig’s blood while I indulged in sweet heavenly nectar sucked straight from the nipple of her engorged breasts. The taste of breastmilk was hard to describe —honey with some strange unholy aftertaste— but through Tess’ moans and her hands in my hair, I was encouraged to suck more and more. Harder and harder. She giggled in delight when I grabbed her other plump juicy breasts and squished it against the first to get two nipples in my mouth.
The hands wringing the deliciously cursed milk out of amazingly soft boobies began to squeeze harder than they probably should, then harder than I wanted them to, then harder than I should have been able to. My whole body was changing, but I didn’t know that yet. All I saw were bigger hands tearing out of my normal hands. Yes, there was some physical pain, but not nearly enough to justify bones growing and twisting, tissues sundering and re-layering, and my cock... my cock felt like it was constantly ejaculating cock-matter onto itself and shaping it like putty into a spongy battering ram of flesh.
When my head bumped against the 8-foot ceiling, I started believing in demonic possession. I don’t know how the Incredible Hulk manages to keep part of his pants; all my clothes had been ripped to shred by the wild growth. Tess’ feet no longer reached the floor. She was sitting on my body-pillow size erection with her tits stretched up to reach my mouth. Whoops, I was still sucking.
I only willed my mouth to let go of the nipple and let the breasts bounce back into their perfect original shape once the milk supply ran low. I wanted to apologize but it’s like the concept of ‘going too far’ was suddenly elusive and I couldn’t think of a reason to apologize. Instead, I grabbed this busty plaything by the waist, enjoying the feel of her soft breasts resting atop my massive thumb, and gave her entire face a lick with a tongue that belonged in an elephant’s mouth.
“Don’t fight him, Devon,” Tess moaned at me while rubbing her wet pussy against my monstrous shaft. Apparently, getting a dripping saliva facial was too much foreplay for her taste. “Let him take over.”
So she only wanted me to hold the door for her friend from another dimension? That got me angry. I think. I was 99% horny, so my anger didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. I wanted to resist the possession as an act of childish defiance, but the devil on my shoulder had straight up murdered the angel on the other side and we kind of agreed on a lot of things.
I spend a whole second angling my cock with my sex toy’s pussy before slamming her on there. I wanted to hear the sounds she made all night above my head. No, I wanted to fuck her harder than that. I wanted her to ask me to slow down. I wanted her to beg me to bring sweet Devon back. But even when I slapped her bouncy butt on my crotch with the speed of someone who wanted to start a campfire and the power of someone who wanted to start nuclear fusion, she moaned with the soft flesh of her breast swelling between her clenched fingers like dough. Even after a torrent of my hot cum ballooned her womb just a few gallons short of popping her belly button like a champagne bottle, she came and came, screaming profanities that even the demon part of me thought were in poor taste. F-word, sure. C-word, fine. Z-word? I didn’t even know that one.
With Tess passed out on my cock after what must have been four hours of intense and violent animalistic sex (no clock anywhere), I could finally declare victory, but the demon inside me argued that force-feeding Tess another gallon of pig’s blood and suckin on her titties with the strength of an industrial milking pump until we grew a second cock straight up her ass was a good option. So that’s what we did. Before I even started to ruin her two incompatible passageways, though, that horny half-conscious slut was grinding on my cocks as best as she could, signaling the start of round two.
With double the cocks and double the intensity, I fucked her until the day turned to night and the night turned to Sunday morning. Since I woke up naked and weak from regular human impotence to the sound of Tess singing in the shower next door, I assumed that even lust-incarnate was no match for the libido of a woman in her mid-thirties.
“Oh hi. Are you the famous Devon?”
I yelped in surprise before remembering someone else had been in the room all along.
“Sorry, I’d shake your hands but the wife ties me up because I sometimes run away screaming in my sleep. Thanks for giving me a break this weekend. Sometimes I don’t think my poor soul can handle any more eternal damnation.”
“Is that the weird feeling in my chest?”
“Bingo. That’s demon spirits ripping your soul apart and putting the pieces together all wrong until only the most foul and depraved carnal pleasures can fill your black heart with an approximation of what you used to call happiness. The sex is great though.”
Tess walked back in naked, fresh from a new shower. She must have sifted through the leaked anal cum to find the key because she was using it to lock the door again.
“Do you want to leave before I swallow this again?” She dangled the key on its chain over her open mouth like a threat. When I looked to her husband for guidance, he just shrugged.
Tess took my drawn silence as consent, swallowed the key, and dipped her pitcher in a new bucket her son must have left by the door before leaving for Adam’s place yesterday. I was just happy that the decision was made for me, honestly.
I’m young. My soul can probably take a couple more hits. And if I really get addicted, I’m sure I can convince one of the goth girls in school to drink a gallon of pig’s blood in the middle of a pentagram and let me suck on her titties.