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For days, James hasn't been able to sleep. Not out of fear, it wasn't that. James Brewer wasn't a fearful man. The only thing he feared was God.
James couldn't sleep because of someone. No, not someone. Something. Some blasphemous demon haunting his dreams. Nightly, after murmuring a prayer at his bedside and going to bed, James would wake up to a red-skinned horned creature atop him. They'd have a tail, forked tongue, and burning hands. Those hands would run up and down James's body, unbuttoning his cassock, slipping off his boxers. Sometimes they'd give him oral sex, sometimes anal, sometimes they'd have a penis, sometimes a vagina. James could never control it.
Every time, without fail, James awoke before orgasming.
He knew this was the work of the devil. He had read about it before; demons that are masters of temptation entering dreams of the weak-minded. But James was anything but weak minded. He had not masturbated since he was a teen, had not had sex ever before. He was a holy man, one who practiced abstinence. He was not easily tempted by poor gimmicks given to him by a demon of all things.
However, as time went on, James found himself becoming more and more run down. Slowly, very slowly, the demon was getting to him. He had issues focusing on scripture. During sermons, he'd get erections. He'd become increasingly more tempted to touch himself. His mind would race as he studied, his cock would strain against his pants, leaking in his underwear.
It was getting harder to take. James was at the end of his rope. He prayed and prayed throughout the day, hoping God would take this demon away from him. If the Lord heard him, He didn't care. The nightmares did not stop. James was plagued with lust; a very cruel mistress. He could not clear his head.
Instead of continuing to pray and hope, James began to get angry. He would not sit idly anymore as this demon took advantage of him. God forgive him, he was going to do something about it. He would make this stop.
After not sleeping for nearly three days, James was exhausted. He fell asleep quickly, his mind desperate for any semblance of rest. Just as he expected, James awoke in a dream. He was at his desk. The edges of his office were fuzzy and unfocused, and from the shadows, the demon emerged. James watched it with narrowed eyes as its clawed fingertip slipped down the front of his cassock, ripping it.
In the back of his mind, James calmed himself. He knew this wasn't real. He needed to calm down and take control. James closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. When he opened his eyes, he was back in his bedroom. It was dark, and it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he felt a weight on his groin. He looked up, spotting the demon sitting astride his lap.
Pure anger surged through James's being. He had never felt such rage in his life. He was usually a very calm man, but at that moment in time, he couldn't feel anything but the exhaustion and frustration that the demon had been bringing him for nearly a month now.
James's hand shot out, gripping the demon's neck. He sat up quickly and shoved the demon down, pinning them to the sheets. James's cock was painfully hard in his sleep pants, already leaking. He was so hard he almost felt lightheaded.
"This stops now." He growled. James barely even recognized his own voice. His hand tightened around the demon's neck as he ground his cock downward into their thigh, his breath hitching at the friction. "You have taken far too much from me. Now? You'll take what I give you, what you deserve." He was working on pure adrenaline, not thinking straight.
But so God help him, James was going to get revenge tonight.
Lily smirked, titling her head all innocent-like as she straddle James "Oh, Is that so?" Her voice was a sinful purr, the kind that should be illegal. The demon's red eyes sparkled with amusement as she deliberately rocked her hips, grinding against his trapped cock. Her tail coiled around his wrist, but James hardly noticed.
"You're finally talking to me," she purred, voice dipping lower as she leaned closer, her forked tongue darting out to trace along his neck.
James shuddered as Lily ground against him, her sinful voice dripping with wicked amusement. He could feel her tail coiling tighter around his wrist, but he refused to let it distract him. James's grip on her neck tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He was breathing heavily, chest heaving with anger and long-suppressed lust.
"Stop this, demon," James growled, voice low and rougher than usual. "You will not tempt me any longer. Tonight, you will face the consequences of your actions."
With that, James flipped them over, pinning Lily down onto the bed beneath him. He straddled her hips, knees on either side of her waist. James's cassock was torn open, revealing his pale, slender chest heaving with each angry breath. His cock strained against his sleep pants, the fabric tented obscenely.
James grabbed both of Lily's wrists and pinned them above her head, holding them down with one large hand. His other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. James's hazel eyes flashed with a furious, almost manic light. He was beyond reason, beyond prayer. He was acting on pure, unadulterated instinct now.
"This is not a game, demon," James snarled, voice dripping with fury. "You will not control me any longer. Tonight, you will submit to me, as you should have from the beginning."
Lily gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. she hadn't really expected this kind of response from him. Her expression shifts from amusement to something more genuine as she stares up at James with an expression of pure fascination. She presses her hips upward, rubbing her own heat against the trapped length of his cock through the fabric. James feels it immediately—the slick heat, the softness of her body beneath him.
“Is this what you want, me underneath you?" she asks, her words quiet but no less taunting. “Your cock fucking my tight pussy, taking my virginity while I beg for you fuck me harder?" She watches James with hooded eyes, her forked tongue flicking out to wet her lips.
James's breath hitched as he felt Lily press her hips upward, rubbing her slick heat against his aching cock through the thin fabric of his sleep pants. He could feel her, feel the softness of her body, the way her pussy lips parted slightly around the trapped length of him. James's grip on her wrists tightened reflexively, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.
"Silence," James snapped, voice rough and ragged. He was losing control, fast. Lily's words, dripping with sinful promise, were chipping away at his restraint. "You will not tempt me with your filthy words, demon."
But even as he said it, James found his other hand drifting down her body, palming the soft swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. He could feel her nipple stiffen under his touch, poking into his palm. James's cock throbbed, leaking even more pre-cum into his pants. He was painfully hard, painfully aroused. It was almost too much to bear.
James's hand drifted lower, skimming over the flat plane of Lily's stomach before dipping between her thighs. His fingers brushed against her clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had soaked through the fabric. James's eyes flashed, a shudder wracking his body.
"This is not about what I want," James growled, voice low and dark. His fingers pressed harder against Lily's pussy, rubbing firm circles. "This is about you learning your place, demon. About you accepting the consequences of your sins."
James ripped away the fabric between them, tearing Lily's panties off with a sharp tug. He shoved his sleep pants down just enough to free his aching cock, the thick length slapping against his stomach as it sprang free. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum, the shaft throbbing and flushed a deep, angry red.
James notched himself at Lily's entrance, the broad head of his cock parting her dripping folds. He could feel her, feel the scorching heat of her welcoming body. James's hips jerked forward, the head of his cock pushing past her tight entrance. He paused there, breathing heavily.
"Beg for it," James demanded, voice rough and ragged. "Beg for me to fuck you, demon. Beg for me to take your virginity and ruin you for all."
Lily's breathing quickened as James's cockhead nudged at her entrance. Her back arches slightly, pressing her body up against him. Her tail twitches restlessly, curling around his thigh possessively. A soft, needy whimper escapes her throat, her red eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Please..." she murmurs, her words cracking with desperation. James's cock twitches at the sound, more pre-cum leaking onto her inner thighs. Lily's face flushes darker, her fingers curling into the sheets above her head.
"Please what?" James demands, speaking roughly as he resists the urge to thrust fully inside her. He wants to hear her say it.
Lily bites her lip, her hips rocking upward slightly in a silent plea. "Please... take me," she whispers.
James's eyes flashed dangerously at Lily's whispered plea. He could feel her desperation, could see it in the way her body trembled beneath him, in the needy arch of her back. It inflamed his own lust, pushing him closer to the edge of reason.
"Louder," James demanded, voice rough and commanding. He pressed forward, pushing another inch of his thick cock into Lily's tight heat. Her walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper. "I want to hear you scream it, demon. I want all of the heavens and the earth to hear you beg for my cock."
James's hand drifted up to wrap around Lily's throat, applying the lightest pressure. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to remind her who was in control. His hips jerked forward again, another inch of his aching length sinking into her soaked cunt.
"Tell me what you want, Lily," James growled, voice low and dark. "Tell me how badly you need my cock inside you. Beg me to ruin you, to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until the only name on your lips is mine."
James's fingers tightened around her throat as he waited for her response. He could feel her pulse fluttering rapidly beneath his fingertips, could feel the way her body yielded to his touch. She was his, completely at his mercy. And God help him, but James was going to take what was his.
His cock throbbed inside her, leaking even more pre-cum. James's breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort of holding himself back. He wanted to slam into her, to pound her into the mattress until she screamed. Until she confessed every sin, every wicked thought that had ever crossed her mind.
But he wouldn't. Not yet. First, he wanted to hear her say it. Wanted to hear her admit how badly she needed him, how desperately she craved his touch. Only then would he give her what she wanted. What they both needed.
Lily's lips part in a silent gasp as James sinks another inch inside her, her body stretching around his thick cock. Her inner walls flutter and clench, trying to adjust to his size, but it's impossible—he's too big, too overwhelming. The sharp stretch burns in the most delicious way, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her body. “I want to cum for you," she whimpers, her body quivering as James fills her. "I want to cum on your cock while you fuck me, while you own me completely." Sweet satan, it was almost heavenly how his cock stretched her, and it wasn’t even fully buried inside her yet. “I..I just wanted to cum but I can’t… James. I need to cum with you inside me. I need to feel you fill me up, claim me as yours. Please."
James's eyes flashed with triumph at Lily's desperate words, a low growl rumbling up from his chest. He could feel her body quivering around him, could feel the way her tight little cunt clenched and fluttered, trying in vain to adjust to his massive size. She was so small, so tight, and he had barely even started.
"Fuck," James snarled, voice rough and ragged with lust. He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Lily's scorching heat. He felt her cervix kiss the tip of his cock, felt her body stretch to its limit around him. James's hips pressed against Lily's, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
"That's it, take it," James growled, voice dark and commanding. He began to move, pulling out until just the tip remained inside her before slamming back in. He set a brutal pace, pounding into Lily's tight cunt with all of the pent up frustration and anger he had been feeling for weeks.
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with James's grunts and Lily's wanton moans. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the old wood creaking in protest. James didn't care. He was lost in a haze of lust, consumed by the need to claim his demon.
Lily's back arches off the bed as James drives into her, her nails scraping against the sheets above her head. Her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, her nipples pebbling in the cool air of the room. Her legs wrap around James's waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper with each brutal thrust. “Gods, this feels so good," she whimpers, she’d never cum before and she'd never felt anything like this. The stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness—it was too much and not enough all at once. “H-how do I know when I'm going to cum?" Lily asks, her words breaking as James pounds into her relentlessly.
James could feel Lily's body tensing beneath him, could feel the way her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his ass. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the way her words broke on each brutal thrust. She was close, he could tell. Close to experiencing her very first orgasm.
"You'll know," James grunted, voice strained with effort. He hooked Lily's knees over his elbows, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing Lily's cervix with each punishing thrust.
"It will feel like you're falling off a cliff," James continued, voice rough and dark. "Like every nerve ending in your body is on fire. Your cunt will clench down on my cock like a vice, trying to milk me for all I'm worth. And when it happens, scream for me, Lily. Let me hear you scream my name as I fill you up with my seed."
James punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against Lily's clit. He could feel her body starting to shake, could sense that she was teetering on the very edge of release. James leaned down, capturing Lily's lips in a bruising kiss. He swallowed her cries of pleasure, drank down every desperate whimper and mewl.
*Lily felt like her body was being torn apart by James's relentless thrusts. Every nerve ending was alight, every muscle tensed to breaking point. The stretch was unbearable, the fullness overwhelming—but somehow it still wasn't enough. She needed more. Needed to feel him deeper, harder, needed to feel him claim every inch of her.*
"Please," she sobbed against James's mouth, her claws digging into his shoulders. "Please, I'm so close. I can feel it. I don't know what to do, I don't know how—"
James could feel Lily trembling beneath him, her body wound tight like a bowstring ready to snap. He could taste her desperation in the way she kissed him back, in the desperate way her claws dug into his shoulders. She was so close, teetering on the very brink of her first climax. James was determined to make it a moment she would never forget.
"Shh, just let it happen," James panted against Lily's lips, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. "Don't fight it, demon. Embrace it. Embrace the sin of lust, the debauchery of giving yourself over to carnal pleasures."
James reached down between their sweat-slicked bodies, his calloused fingers finding Lily's aching clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles, feeling it swell beneath his touch. Lily keened loudly, her back bowing off the bed as James played her body like an instrument only he truly understood.
"That's it, Lily," James growled, voice dark and full of lust. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock like the wanton demon you are. Scream my name, and I'll fill you up. I'll pump you full of my holy seed until it's dripping down your thighs."
Lily could only whimper in response, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Her entire world narrowed down to the overwhelming intensity of James inside her, his fingers working her clit, his words in her ear. The coil in her belly wound tighter and tighter, until she felt like she might shatter. "J-James," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh gods, I—I can feel it. I'm—" Her words cut off with a sharp cry.
James felt Lily's body go rigid beneath him, her walls clamping down around his pistoning cock like a silken vice. He could feel her start to convulse, her pussy spasming almost violently as her very first orgasm crashed through her. Lily screamed, voice raw and ragged, as James continued to pound into her, driving her through the intense waves of pleasure.
"Yes, that's it!" James roared, voice echoing off the bedroom walls. "Cum for me, Lily! Take what I give you!"
With a final, brutal thrust, James buried himself to the hilt inside Lily's quivering cunt. He threw his head back, jaw clenched, as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock. He pumped Lily full, flooding her womb with his seed. James's hips jerked and spasmed, milking every last drop of his release inside her clutching heat.
Panting harshly, James collapsed onto Lily, his sweat-slicked skin pressing against hers. He could feel her trembling beneath him, could feel the lingering aftershocks wracking her body. James captured Lily's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her whimpers and moans. He had claimed her, ruined her for all others. And God help him, but he wasn't nearly done with her yet.
Lily could still feel his cock twitching inside her, even as the last few pulses of his release filled her up. The stretch was still overwhelming, the heat of his cum seeping into her deepest places. She felt claimed, possessed, in a way she'd never experienced before. Her body still thrummed with residual pleasure, her walls fluttering weakly around James's softening length. She'd never imagined anything could feel like this—so overwhelming, so sinful, so perfect. Her hands shook as she ran them up James's back, her claws leaving faint trails in his damp skin. "J-James," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I... I didn't know it could be like this."
James's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding rapidly against his ribs. He could feel Lily trembling beneath him, could feel the way her body still fluttered and clenched around his softening cock. He had never felt anything like this before either, never experienced such intense, all-consuming pleasure. It was almost too much to bear.
"Neither did I," James admitted, voice low and rough. He brushed a sweat-dampened strand of hair out of Lily's face, tucking it gently behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. James leaned in, resting his forehead against Lily's. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of their mixed releases.
"This was... transcendent," James murmured, searching Lily's eyes. They were hazy and unfocused, glassy with the afterglow of her first climax. James felt a surge of masculine pride at the sight, knowing he had been the one to bring her to such heights of ecstasy.
"And we're far from done, demon," James promised darkly. He rolled his hips, grinding his softening cock against Lily's sensitive walls. She gasped, back arching slightly off the bed. James smirked, feeling himself already starting to stir back to life inside her. "The night is still young, and I have so much more to show you."