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To say that Shane was pent up was … a bit of an understatement. It had been years since his last sexual experience, a girl that gave what Shane could only describe as a ‘teethy blowjob’ that left him so utterly disappointed that he largely gave up on finding someone. Plus, being a professional hockey player meant that it was hard to find someone discreet enough to not leak his business all over social media. Masturbation would have to do.
He was just browsing porn, idly jerking off when trying to scroll to the recommended video. But his thumb slipped, clicking on some ad that opened a new tab automatically.
CONJURE YOUR OWN SEX DEMON. 100% OF YOUR FANTASIES REALIZED. CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT HOW.
Accidentally reading more, Shane’s eyebrows raised in interest. A sex demon really would be more convenient than trying to find someone to hook up with. And surely, it would be good, right? They wouldn’t give a teethy blowjob or expect him to reciprocate after he had finished.
Which was why he of course needed to click to find out how.
Skimming through the article, if you could call it that with all spam ads insisting his iPhone, Android, and iPad all had a virus, Shane discovered that it was really quite easy to summon a sex demon. All you had to do was recite a phrase, draw a little diagram, and light a candle. No blood sacrifice or selling your soul. Just a trade off of mind-blowing orgasms for a bit of your sexual energy, which seemed more than fair. So he set out to get the required components.
The candle was easy, something he already owned a few of. The drawing was a little more difficult, digging out a blank piece of paper from his printer tray and doing his best to replicate the image. In movies, they always drew the sigils on the floor but Shane didn’t want to mess up his freshly redone floors and couldn’t imagine hell or demons would really care about what material it was drawn on. They were both made from trees anyways, if they wanted to get technical about it. So paper would have to do. He lit the candle, set it in the center of the sigil and did his best attempt at Latin pronunciation when saying the phrase. He looked up, unsure where this demon would be coming from.
The room was silent.
Shane tried to be patient, he did, but the combination of his half hard dick and a dawning realization that he was absolutely dumb for doing this had him returning to bed. He exited the popup window and returned to the porn he was watching and tried his hardest to concentrate on the girl. She had short brown hair, large boobs and moaned way too loud. The guy was bigger than her, tall and muscular. His voice was deep as he manhandled her onto her hands and knees, praising her for being a good girl. A distant, nagging thought floated through his head wondering what it would be like to be in that girl's position instead. And it made his dick throb instantly.
His eyes slipped closed, imagining rough large hands tracing his skin, pushing him against the bed as Shane stroked himself faster. He cupped his balls with his other hand and floated them down farther, pushing down on his perineum lightly. He let out a weak moan at the slight stimulation to his prostate.
“Getting started without me?” A thick accented voice, dripping with desire and distinctly male rang out in his room.
Shane’s eyes flew open in a panic, scrambling to cover himself. The man at the foot of his bed was tall, must be over 6 feet, with curly blonde hair and a smattering of moles. He looked like a Greek statue come to life.
“Who are you?” Shane asked, trying to keep from screaming.
“You called for me.” The man answered simply, pointing at the piece of paper and candle abandoned on the night stand.
Well that would certainly explain the horns peeking out of his hair and tail swishing idly behind him, as well as the corner of the bat like wings poking out from behind his hulking shoulders.
“No like, scales or anything?” Shane asked hesitantly, moving to touch the horns and ensure they were real.
The man’s eyebrows raised, thoroughly amused by the freckled man poking at him. He stretched his wings out, enjoying the way that his summoner marveled at him. He definitely noticed the way the smaller man’s eyes avoided looking between his legs.
“I don’t think your dirty fantasy included scales.” He laughs at the blush that bubbles up beneath those pretty freckles.
“What is your name?” He asks, crowding the other against the edge of his bed.
“Shane.“ The man, Shane, replied. “And yours?” He was so cute the way he avoided eye contact but drank in the details of where every mole on his face was.
“I am Ilya. Incubus at your service.” He extends his hand dramatically, picking up Shane’s hand to kiss it softly.
Shane made an embarrassing sound like a small animal being squished. After realizing that the man before him was not in fact a burglar, he had rapidly become incredibly horny. He considered how those horns could make good handlebars and wondered if his wings had any erogenous zones on them. Maybe his tail could even be used instead of fingering him, though it might not get thick enough.
“You know,” Ilya speaks again and Shane realizes his eyes are pooling black, quickly erasing the blue of his iris and overtaking the whites of his eyes as well. “I can hear dirty thoughts.”
He pushes Shane onto his mattress and the air is forced from his lungs, making him gasp. Ilya is climbing over him like a predator, and Shane can’t help but expose his neck in a clear sign of submission. The laugh that comes from Ilya is deep and reverberates through him like an electric current.
“Look at you. So needy and submissive for me.” Ilya coos, shoving a knee between Shane’s leg and pressing deliciously against his straining erection.
“You said you can read my dirty thoughts, right?” Shane asked with a whine, grinding himself down onto Ilya’s thick thigh.
“That’s right.” Ilya smiled, teeth glinting in the low light and tail coming around to stroke the skin of Shane’s thigh.
“So…” Shane trailed off, avoiding Ilya’s gaze. “take it.”
Ilya’s mind flashed with Shane’s thoughts, of his hand pushing Shane into the bed roughly as tears streamed down his face, of his fingers wrapped around Shane’s throat as his tail forces it’s way deeper into his mouth.
“With pleasure.”
Ilya pulls back for a moment, laughing to himself at the disappointment clearly written all over Shane’s face. But he’s not disappointed for long as Ilya shoves his hands underneath Shane’s knees and pushing back until his ass is in the air. Shane’s eyes fly open, like he might die if he doesn’t drink in every detail of his situation.
“Hold your legs up for me.”
Ilya’s tone is harsh and direct in a way that goes straight to his dick. Shane obeys quickly, body feeling like a live wire everywhere Ilya touches him. Just when he’s about to whine, complain and beg Ilya to get on with it, Ilya leans forward and laves his tongue over Shane’s hole. The Incubus’ strong hands prop up Shane’s lower back as he works and Holy shit.
Shane hasn’t had that many sexual experiences and only had his ass eaten by one particularly curious girl, but nothing came close to the way that Ilya’s tongue prods at his entrance.
“Holy fuck.” Shane moans loudly, gripping his knees tighter so he can bury his face in the skin.
“Not quite holy.” Ilya teases.
His tongue breaches the ring of muscle and it feels so fucking good, lighting up his body as Ilya licks his way inside. Everywhere his saliva trails feels hot and sensitive, and Shane is already dangerously hurdling towards orgasm. His eyes flutter closed and he moans weakly, grinding his hips to meet Ilya’s tongue. He moves a hand towards his dick, desperately needing to alleviate the pressure but suddenly finds himself empty.
“Wha-” Shane is cut off when he opens his eyes to see Ilya looming over him, tail inching closer to him. It’s glistening and wet, and Shane’s mind flickers with the possibilities.
“Did you know,” Ilya purrs, tail nudging between Shane’s cheeks and prodding gently at his rim. “My saliva is an aphrodisiac?”
The tail pushes in and Shane whines obscenely, eyes glassy with pleasure. He shakes his head because no, he didn’t know that, though it explains how fucked out he feels after barely any contact.
“My tail also produces the same aphrodisiac.” He nearly growls and he leans forward, kissing sloppily over Shane’s nipples.
Shane’s skin feels like its one big exposed nerve. Each drag of Ilya’s tongue against his skin sends a bolt of pleasure through his whole body. Then his tail is exploring inside of him, prodding along his insides until it hits his sweet spot.
“Fuck, oh fuck right there.” Shane’s gaze is frantic and Ilya looks at him with smug satisfaction as Shane becomes undone.
His hands thread in Ilya’s hair, loosely grabbing at the base of his horns. He pulls Ilya in, crashing their lips together messily. Ilya drinks in every desperate moan, feeling Shane’s energy surge through him. He wonders how Shane will look crying split open on his cock, a vision he cannot risk missing out on.
“How many times can you cum in an hour?” Ilya asks, tail rubbing cruelly into Shane’s prostate.
“Fuck. I don’t know.” Shane responds breathlessly, writhing against the sheets. “Maybe twice?”
Ilya can work with that.
“Good.”
His tail slips out of Shane and Shane tracks its movement as Ilya settles between his legs. It flicks over to Ilya’s fingers and squirts a clear liquid over them, and Shane briefly wonders if the appendage can get thicker, for no reason at all.
The thought is overtaken by the overwhelming sensation of two fingers entering him, and Ilya’s tongue licking a hot wet stripe up his dick. Shane’s hips jump, body unsure of whether to grind down on Ilya’s fingers or up into Ilya’s mouth. A moan crawls its way out of Shane’s throat as he throws his head back.
The aphrodisiac is working, coursing through his veins and Shane pants heavily under Ilya’s ministrations. He slips a third finger in and the stretch burns deliciously. Every drag of his fingers pushes him closer and closer to the edge until his thighs are trembling.
“Fuck, Ilya you better get off.” Shane tugs weakly at his horns but Ilya hums around his dick, and Shane is just a man. “Fuck, I’m coming, oh my god.” Shane’s body curls in on itself when he orgasms, breath coming in short bursts as Ilya swallows him down with ease.
When his dick has softened Ilya releases it with a soft pop and trails kisses up Shane’s torso until they are face to face. He leans in and they kiss, open mouthed and filthy and Shane can taste his own cum on Ilya’s tongue and there is no fucking reason that should be so hot.
“So sweet.” Ilya coos at him, cupping his jaw in the demon’s large hand. “Giving me warning. But I needed to know how you taste.”
Ilya gives Shane just enough time to catch his breath before continuing to thrust his fingers in. With a gasp, Shane’s hands fly up to Ilya’s shoulders and snake down his back, bumping against the wings. His fingers trail over them, exploring the hard bone frame and thick skin stretched between them. Where they meet Ilya’s shoulders Shane feels hard muscle, and digs his thumbs into it. Ilya’s whole body seizes and curses under his breath in a language Shane doesn’t understand. He presses again, just to see what Ilya will do.
The demon growls and flips them easily, pinning Shane’s hands to the bed and rolling his hips so their dicks brush against each other.
“Be careful with this game.” Ilya’s wings stretch out behind him, bringing them forward to surround the two of them. “You will not win.”
Shane, already having had the most mind-blowing orgasms of his life tonight, answers Ilya the only way he can.
“I already have.”
Because what more do you need when the world’s hottest sex demon has you pinned under him?
Ilya grins and pushes Shane’s legs back and lines himself up with Shane’s hole, open and waiting and dripping with the aphrodisiac. His mind flashes with Shane’s desires of holding him down and fucking him through tears and his canines flash mischievously.
He stills, head resting against Shane’s entrance and cocks his head to the side, dripping with faux innocence as he looks down at Shane.
“Do you need something?”
Shane rolls, his eyes, scoffing.
“Thought you can read my mind.”
The thoughts that flash in his mind are relentless, various images of Ilya taking Shane roughly, hands pinning him down, wrapping around his throat, tweaking his nipple.
“Maybe I want to hear it from that pretty little mouth.” Ilya keeps Shane’s hands pinned under one of his own, and brings his other to Shane’s face, thumb tracing his lower lip.
Shane opens his mouth, drawing in Ilya’s thumb and he looks like a wet dream.
“Please fuck me.” Shane’s eyes are beautifully wet as he begs. “Need you to wreck me.”
Shane’s thoughts focus on one image that is being beamed into Ilya’s brain. His dick finally pushing in, sinking down to the hilt.
And Ilya may not be a man, not technically, but his impulse control abilities were similar to one. So he complied, angling his dick sown and pushing in slowly. The whine Shane lets out is unapologetically needy and Ilya can’t help but tease.
“Nine inches not enough for you?” His tail replaces his thumb at Shane’s mouth, snagging at the corner of his lips. Shane moans again, tongue flicking out and wrapping around the appendage.
Shane almost feels like he is having an out of body experience. His mind is pleasantly fuzzy, like the way that his teammates described weed. He’s aware only of where Ilya is touching him, his only anchors to reality being his mouth and his ass. Having already gotten off once his body is boneless and overly sensitive, but Ilya pulls at the strings of his body like a savant, knowing exactly how to tow the line of pain and pleasure.
He knows the exact moment Shane needs more, and Ilya thrusts harder and faster, using a firm grasp on his throat for purchase. Ilya squeezes gently on the sides of his throat to make him light headed, adding pleasantly to the fuzzy feeling in his brain. Shane doesn’t even realize he’s hard again until Ilya’s tail slips out of his mouth and wraps around him. He cries out weakly, needy little moans slipping out of him with every thrust.
But it’s not quite enough, the angle and position not allowing Ilya enough purchase to fuck him harder. If he were face down, Ilya could prop a leg up easily, could push Shane’s head into the mattress until it was hard to breathe, could fuck him harder like he knew he could take.
Ilya’s eyes narrowed at him, calculating.
“Need it harder? Need me to push your slutty little body to the limit?” He asks, pulling out and maneuvering Shane exactly where he wanted. “Want to feel me here tomorrow?” Ilya sank in completely to emphasize his point.
He brought one of his legs up for better leverage, and set a brutal pace. Each thrust felt like an attack, and onslaught of pleasure so strong that Shane was sure that every part of his body would feel this tomorrow.
And he fucking loved it.
Ilya’s dick forced out any thoughts before they could even begin to develop. He attacked his prostate with brutal precision and Shane was getting close again, dick bobbing between his legs.
“Look at you, taking me so well.” Ilya cooed, voice condescending and a little mean.”I think you can cum like this, without even touching your useless cock.” Shane looked back at Ilya with tears streaming down his face. He nodded frantically. He was close, so fucking close and Ilya was hitting that spot inside of him just right.
“Oh fuck-” Shane stuttered, body tensing as he came all over the bed. He clenched down hard and Ilya cursed behind him.
“You will take it all” He gritted out before his pace stilled and Shane, boneless and exhausted, felt Ilya empty himself into him.
“You are unlike anyone who has ever summoned me.” Ilya breathes out as he pulls out of Shane.
“How?” Shane asks, curious about Ilya’s usual summoners in a way that was definitely not jealous.
“Much prettier, for one.” Ilya laughs, petting Shane’s hair gently. “And you have so much pent up energy. You don’t fuck humans?”
Shane looked at him incredulously. “I’m not a virgin.” He insists, though Ilya never suggested that he was.
“Well obviously not anymore.” Ilya teased, because Shane handed that to him on a silver platter.
“Shut up.” Shane’s eyebrows furrowed adorably. “I’m just sort of high profile, I guess. It wouldn’t be good…” He trails off, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t want the world to know you are a big slut?”
“Fuck you.”
“I just did.” Ilya shot back.
Shane just rolled his eyes.
The silence stretched between them and Ilya moved through his room, locating a box of tissues in the nightstand and wiping down Shane’s stomach. It seemed caring, for a demon.
“So if you don’t fuck, you might want to summon again, eh?” He turns away from Shane to toss the tissues in the trash.
“I don’t know, maybe?”
“Well if you are very lonely some night and need someone big and strong to fuck you into the mattress?” Ilya smiles, leaning onto the bed towards Shane.
“I might call?” Shane responded, unsure of exactly what Ilya is asking.
“I might show up.” Ilya’s face is right in front of him one moment and gone the next, no flash of movement of whoosh of air to suggest there was ever anyone there. Shane pulls on his underwear and cleans up the paper and candle on his floor, when he notices a note on top of his crude drawing.
If you want me specifically, draw this:
- Ilya
The symbol is mostly the same, pentagram with extra symbols, but a small diagram sits above it, some sort of demonic calling card. Shane stares at it for a moment then shoves it in his nightstand.
He will definitely be taking Ilya up on that offer.
He sleeps more soundly than he has in months. And somewhere, deep in hell, Ilya feels sated in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time.