When you dance with the devil you'd best know the steps.
Demons were, as expected, notorious liars who consistently spoke in double-speak riddled promises; only a fool would strike a bargain with one.
Well, love made fools of everyone, especially when it came to survival. They reveled in such duplicities, especially when the tricked was guided by fully wholesome intentions.
"Dammit, not again," Cecelia, who had only recently made a 'miraculous' recovery from stage IV liver cancer, panted like a bitch in heat.
She was a woman possessed, in some senses literally, by something far beyond her comprehension. The single mother couldn't believe, didn't dare accept, the influx of gut-wrenching thoughts that flooded her mind.
'Cock! Cum, cum, cum! I wanna drown in sticky, goeey spunk--'
The walls seemed like they were closing in, her vision hazy and feverish; that awful, dreaded swelling built beneath the tight spandex of her yoga pants.
"O-oh, f-fuck...n-no..." She sputtered a frothy curse, eyes rolling upward in spasming, twitching fits. Cecelia hadn't quite been herself since that 'man', that fucking bastard in black, visited her in the hospital. A single mother, on her deathbed of all places, was easy prey. While she couldn't have known who or what that dastardly stranger was a deal was a deal, and devils ALWAYS collected.
She fell against the sink, gripping its edges as another mind obliterating shockwave of ecstasy melted her freewill. "E-Erruugghh...Oo-ooughh...c-cum, g-gotta c-c-cuummm..."
'It' swelled and throbbed, this veiny thing that probed her psyche for any weakness possible and found it. A cock by any other measure, the devilish thing between Cece's thighs was hungry, lustful. No matter how she resisted, how her moral core screamed to be liberated from the infernal appendage, it always won out.
It was like unscrewing a lightbulb with oven mitts as she desperately attempted to lock the door, a messy bun of blonde hair unraveling with each frantic action. As the demonic shaft between her sweaty, trembling thighs expanded, inch by inch, each growth spurt wracked her mind with a blast of corruptive energy.
'Fuck, split her open, I n-need a c-cunt! Cunt! Stuff it! Fuck, fuck, fuuucckk!'
Luckily she was home alone, her slender, manicured hands could ease the nightmarish club that nearly shredded the elastic fabric of her leggings. It would not be sated, hell, it felt stiffer than the last time, but if she could just cum--
"Momma! I'm home!" The sing song call of her daughter Annabelle, which usually lit her heart ablaze with warmth and hope, felt like a million daggers plunging into her heart; h-how?
The voice, so soft and sweet, drew closer. "Gammy dropped me off early, she wasn't feeling too good." The little girl sounded almost dejected, but like most children cast it aside in favor of a smile; her mother would surely life her spirits, right?
Saliva pooled in Cece's jaw, running down her lip as the aftershocks of dark desire cleansed her mind of reason and decency. This dark defiler, this inhuman hunk of meat sporting two engorged testes, planted the seeds of her daughter's demise. Yes, yes! They'd both be reborn. Together!