Sinful Secret

         Brooke sizzled with rage at being thrown out of yet another bar. Pink snaps of magical energy crackled between her fingers. She should go back right now and destroy the impudent whelps. Her black pigtails bounced playfully despite her anger. After a hundred years she still looked like a teenager; and a poorly developed one at that. She had just managed to fill a B cup in the last decade. Her face was covered with freckles. Though she stood five foot ten, as large as most men, her thin frame appeared much younger. How would she ever find herself a man?

         She knew where to go, what would satisfy her need and dissipate her anger. She headed back to her apartment and locked the door once inside. She turned up the stereo so the noise would cover what she was about to do.

         She pulled off her clothes, sighing once again at her young body in the mirror. In the movies they always wanted to stay young forever, she had gotten that wish. She sat down on the center of the hardwood floor and closed her eyes.

         It was cool in the apartment and her small pink nipples hardened.

         Already she was getting moist just thinking about him.

         Quietly Brooke began to chant in a language long ago lost to this world. It had a rhythmic almost song quality about it.

         She rubbed her clitoris as she chanted the words.

         It was moist and grew beneath her delicate fingers as she neared release.

         Her fingers moved deftly over the tender flesh.

         Her breath came in rapid gasps as she completed the verse and the wave of power overtook her.

         Pink lightening scorched the room as her orgasm flowed freely onto the floor.

         The portal opened and there he stood in his full phallic glory.
         The naked, bronze demon of lust. He was unbelievably handsome with long blond hair and rippling muscles. He was the embodiment of carnal desire and he was here for her. She had heard he could never be satisfied, but she wanted to try.

         She had summoned other demons in the past, but this was her first time with this one. It had been explained to her that he was a savage animal that could not be tamed. He would not be gentle, but the magic would protect her from serious harm.

         Lust stepped through the portal.

         Waves of heat washed over Brooke.

         His shaft rose rigidly up as it approached her face. 

         She opened her soft pink lips wide and it slide smoothly in, deeper and deeper until she could fit not more.

         Her eyes rolled back as she worked her lips and tongue to please him.

         She took two hands to stroke while she swallowed what she could.

         It was far larger than she had anticipated.

         Tears streamed down her face as she passionately moved up to her knees.

         She placed her breasts against his throbbing manhood and squeezed them together with her hands.

         Sensually she moved up until the tip was on her lips, then back down to gobble him up.

         She got more energetic as his low moan rattled the windows.

         Moving more quickly she shook her head on each down stroke.

         Strong hands grabbed her hair ripping out the ponytails

         He held her down as hot molten liquid burst into her mouth.

         She swallowed several mouthfuls before he was finished.

         It burned going down and in her belly, like good tequila. 

         She looked up into his black eyes and lust was still visible there.

         His hands released her and she lay back on the floor.

         The demon knelt down between her legs and leaned over her.

         His long tongue caressed one of her nipples.

         It slid down her body as she lay there shivering in anticipation.

         His hot breath gave her goose bumps.

         He paused at her cherry tattoo, halfway from her belly button to her pleasure button.

         He licked it passionately and moved down.

         The tongue pressed into her flesh.

Sliding easily between her lips and deeper than any demon had gone.

         It slithered around inside her, touching all the right spots.

         Soon it put pressure up towards her G-spot and he milked it.

         She frantically clawed at the floor as the orgasms came one on top of the next.

         Her juices spewed into his mouth overflowing to dribble down his chin as he looked up into her eyes.

         His tongue seemed to grow, filling every space inside her body.

         She had lost all control of herself, given into the pleasure.

         Mumbled incoherent words escaped her mouth.

         Pink lightening shot out of her, shining brightly in the room.

         It tingled as he removed his tongue and the orgasms kept coming.

         She was unable to move as each muscle clenched then released.          

         Her long lean body convulsed violently in blissful rapture.

         None of the others had been able to do this to her.

         She could not imagine more joy from anything.

         Supernaturally strong hands flipped her onto her stomach.

         He pulled her close and she slid onto the puddle she had made.

         It was sticky beneath her, but the orgasms refused to let her have control.

         His weight came down on her, pinning her to the floor.

         His huge cock nestled between her butt cheeks.

         It throbbed there, until he slid it down and entered her.

         She let out a cry as it went deep.

         The orgasms intensified as he moved his hips

         Thrusting in until it could go no further then back to the tip.

         Tears of joy streamed down her face.

         She tried to move to his rhythm but was unable to.

         His weight held her still as he ravaged her ass.

         His hands slid under her chest and massaged her breasts.

         His nails digging into the soft fleshy mounds.

         His teeth bit into her neck with primal need.

         He exploded inside of her, filling the crevice with burning fluid as he pulled out.

         His hands lifted her to her hands and knees.

         Feebly she tried to hold herself up.

         The throbbing pole now slid between her wet swollen lips.

         Pleasure built even further, her body tingled with it.

         The pink lightening now danced all over her body.

         What she had called orgasm before was hollow and empty.

         The feeling building in her now was beyond orgasm.

         Ecstasy more powerful than the multiple orgasms took hold.

         Her thighs quivered as her pussy clenched his shaft as if clinging to a lifeline.

         She could feel every tiny vein beating inside her.

         The sensation was much like thousands of tiny fingers kneading.

         His nails dug further into her breasts as he impaled her on himself.

         She was utterly powerless to resist or to participate.

         She simply could not move and it was wonderful.

         He moved a hand up to grab her hair and pulled her head back.

         She was now kneeling as he continued his long thrusts.

         Each push lifted her off the floor.

         She landed each time a little more unsteadily, bruising her knees.

         Realizing she could see him in the mirror, the look of lust in his eyes.

         Dark sweat flowed off his strong chest.

         He pulled harder on her hair and the view was lost as the ceiling filled her vision.

         His other hand slid from her breast to her clit.

         She screamed as he pinched it and her remaining wetness sloshed out like a river.

         It ran down her thighs in streams.

         Her muscles relaxed completely as her body shut down.

         It refused to accept anymore pleasure.

         She fell limply to the floor panting.

         Unsatisfied, he rolled her onto her back.

         Both of his large hands stroking the wet phallus.

         She stared up in disbelief.

         She wanted more but her body refused the gift.

         She struggled to sit up, and help him.

         Her arms just hung impotent at her sides.

         His face contorted and the white cream burst forth.

         Some hit her face, most of it landed on her breasts.

         It was like hot wax searing her soft pale freckled skin.

         Her throat constricted but no sound came out.

         He wiped the remaining cum on her clean shaven pelvis.

         It too burned and she found her voice as a cry of shear joy escaped.

         Standing, he glanced down at her and spoke for the first time.

         “You'll have to do better than that if you expect to beat me. Still, you were eager. Take this gift and call me when you are ready to try again.”

         A rose appeared in his hand and he brushed it around each of her sticky breasts. She could feel the magic swell within them just before she slept.

         Many hours later she awoke, morning light came through the curtains.

         She stood shakily, peeling her ass from the sticky mess on the floor. Her legs shook from the effort. She needed a long hot bath to soothe the aches.

         The room had been scorched by her power. Everything was charred black. She looked up at the mirror and saw that her breasts had grown larger. Not much, but noticeably. They were also covered in dry demon cum and tiny nail marks. She smiled at the memory of the experience. An orgasm took her by surprise, wetness slipping out and down her legs. Her legs closed instinctively bending together at the knees. She tentatively touched her clit and felt how raw it was. It had been incredible, yet she was puzzled by what he had said.

         What would happen if she beat him? She licked her lips, tasting him while she pondered the question. No answer was forthcoming, but she intended to keep trying until she won. She was already formulating a plan as she began to run her bubble bath.
Maybe she would invite Jasmine over; two of them could surely best him.