1. Daniel the loser
She lounged on a crimson red crushed velvet chaise, her raven black hair cascading over the side.
One hand swirled a crystal flute of wine, while the other manipulated her magic scrying screen.
At the same time her tail slowly snaked its way in and out of her pussy.
She moaned softly.
Diana was a demon with one purpose. To consume the souls of men. Not “men” in the global sense, specifically human males.
Like any good demon, she liked to play with her food.
To her, despair, depression and sex were the most delectable appetizers.
Her plan was always the same. Find some poor pitiful boy, stoke some mischief and mayhem in their pathetic lives, then help herself to their cocks, and their souls
It had been quite a while since her last good meal, or her last good dick.
So she scried, her breathing becoming heavy as she can across a young man in small town America.
He was cute for a boy. She bit her lip as she read through his file.
So much pain and misery, so many tearful sleepless nights, such a terrible family.
Her tail pumped at a fever pitch, her fingers gripped her bare nipple and pulled.
She looked in the eyes of the picture on the screen, so much repressed anger and hatred.
Ecstasy rolled over her, a climax ripped through her body as she screamed the boy’s name.
It was done. She would see him tonight. He was going to be delicious.
Daniel Dumas was a loser.
His life was, objectively, trash.
He lived in a small town where everyone drove a pickup truck, and you got groceries from a dollar store.
Everyone in town knew everyone else, and a lot of them were related.
There was one movie theater that was only open on the weekends.
Unless your family had a farm, there were no jobs, no prospects.
His high school had less than 500 kids, and his graduating class could probably fit in one classroom.
Daniel lived in a trailer, single wide, with his dad, his step-mom, and her daughter, all drunk stoners.
His grades were mediocre at best, and he was terrible at sports.
He played no instruments and he didn’t do drugs because he hated seeing his dad do them.
He had no girlfriend, never had. He was somehow related to all the girls in his class except for one.
Stacy was a really cute, really nerdy black girl, the only one in his class, but of course ALL the guys were after her.
He couldn’t compete.
His one friend was a guy named Paulie.
The problem with Paulie was, he wanted to be popular so bad, that he would ditch Daniel at the slightest chance to hang out with someone cooler.
Which was everyone.
Daniel was short, with long hair, and soft features. Really soft.
His favorite thought was if he could get paid for every time he was mistaken for a girl, he could afford to move out of this hellhole.
And then the bullying started.
Daniel had been walking through the school, earbuds in, watching a playthru of some game he’d couldn’t afford, when he bumped into Buck.
Buck “the truck”, was the defensive captain of the varsity football team.
After being held back 3times in middle school, he was the only kid in the school that could legally drink.
It became Buck’s favorite source of entertainment to harass Daniel.
Nut checks, leg sweeps, random punches to the gut, it was all endlessly hilarious to Buck.
Daniel told his dad what was going on and his Sage wisdom had been, “Don’t be such a bitch.”
“Thanks dad, I’ll try that.”
Not long after that, Daniel’s dad and step-mom were arrested for possession, which of course, was a parole violation.
There was no child services case because Daniel was 18. Which meant he was stuck with his stepsister.
“Great.”
Jolene, being the wonderful person she was, decided she was “in charge” since mom and dad were locked up.
She made it Daniel’s job to clean up after her, and wait on her hand and foot while she lounged around the house in her underwear.
Half the time she went topless, but to Daniel her huge tits were her only redeeming feature.
Pain, stress, depression, that was Daniel’s life.
That was until it got worse.
The night started out fine. Paulie’s date had bailed on him after finding out they were cousins, so he had an extra ticket to the latest Marvel movie.
Daniel decided to cut through the park on the way home since it was still early.
To his luck, he happened upon Buck, drunk and trying to force himself on Stacy.
He knew he should have turned around, pretended he didn’t see anything.
Instead he yelled “what are you doing?” without even thinking about it.
It was just enough distraction for Stacy to get away, and piss Buck off.
Buck watched Stacy run off cursing at her back. Then he turned his attention to Daniel.
He walked over to Daniel and punched him in the gut, dropping him to his knees.
“Since you let my date get away, I guess you’ll have to do. You’ve always been a little bitch anyway.”
By the time Daniel made home it was dark. His jaw hurt and he felt like dying.
When he walked in he found Jolene on the couch, drunk, naked, and playing with herself while watching porn on the living room TV.
Her hazy eyes looked up at him, “good your back come give me a hand.”
Stunned, Daniel just stood there with a blank expression on his face.
After yelling at him several times with no response, she finally got up and drug him to his knees in front of the couch.
When he would do what she wanted from that position, she pushed him to the floor and rode his face.
When she was done she kicked him and left him on the floor as she went to her room.
Daniel laid there and cried. He didn’t bother moving, or getting up. He just laid on the floor and cried himself to sleep.
Stress, pain, depression.
They swirled in his mind like a current, dragging him under like he’d been flushed down a toilet.
His dreams were filled with the memories of him being violated.
It replayed over and over until despair was coming off of him in waves.
She found it all so delicious.
Daniel’s eyes snapped open. It had become unbelievably hot in the house.
His first thought was the electricity was off because the bill hadn’t been paid, again.
Except, he could hear the refrigerator running.
He decided to go see what was going on, but he couldn’t get up.
He couldn’t move.
Daniel started to panic, his mind racing.
He started to scream but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt pressure against his lips.
A figure began to materialize in front of his eyes.
Red and purple mist coalesced into a face that was both beautiful and terrifying.
Smooth red skin, silky dark purple hair, purple eyes with pentagrams around her red pupils.
Smooth black horns curled up from her forehead. Plump full lips curled into a wicked grin.
She was a demon and she had a hand over Daniel’s mouth while the other shushed him playfully.
“Mmm gorgeous boy.” Her voice was low and sultry. “Such delicious despair, such wonderful fear, you got me absolutely sopping.”
Daniel could feel the heat from her sex through his jeans. She smelled like roses and burnt sandalwood.
Her breasts were big and soft pressed his chest. If he wasn’t scared witless, Daniel would have been rock hard in that moment.
The demon smiled at him and licked her lips.
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to help myself to your despair, and your cock” she sang, “oh that’s right, you don’t have a choice. Do you?”
She chuckled wickedly as she licked the side of Daniel’s face, then leaned in and kissed his neck.
He gasped as she cut his shirt with a claw then pinched his nipple.
She sat up, giving Daniel a view of her giant tits as she racked her claws down his, just hard enough to not break skin.
She sucked both his nipples before kissing her way down his body.
Daniel was fully erect by the time she made it to his pants.
Every touch sent electricity through his virgin body.
His breath came in shallow gasps.
“Oh what do we have here?”
She had freed his cock from his jeans and discovered Daniel was actually quite well endowed.
As she licked him from base to tip, her hot lounge sent shivers up Daniel’s spine.
He almost came as soon as her luscious lips wrapped around his cock.
“Holy fuck.* Daniel whispered as the demon sucked him slow and deep.
She chuckled and smiled up at him with his dick between her teeth.
“There is nothing holy and this fuck my dear boy.”
Daniel almost laughed, but the sound was caught in his throat when his cock was enveloped by a pussy so hot he thought his dick would melt.
“Uuh! Your cock is perfect.” She moaned as she seated herself on his hips, cock deep inside her.
“Now, no Cummings till I say so.”
Her voice echoed and reverberated in Daniel’s mind. He heard it in every pitch, every tone, every language, all at once.
And his body obeyed.
She rode his cock for what felt like hours. Her tits danced deliciously on her chest as she bounced.
Climax after climax rolled through her body as she held nothing back.
Finally she laid on top of him as she twerked on his dick.
She moaned in his ear, almost pleading, “cum for me Danny, cum for me now!”
He heard that same strange echo before he came hard.
He grunted out loud and his stomach muscles retracted as the cum poured out of him like a dam bursting.
The demon squeezed him tight, her body trembling as she rode the wave of her own orgasm.
Once she collected herself the demon kissed him passionately, pushing her tongue in his mouth.
“Mmm my gorgeous boy. That was wonderful. See you again real soon.”
With a wink and smile, she disappeared like incense in the wind. With her, every trace that she had ever been there.
Daniel sat up, fully clothed, completely dry, and clothed.
The only evidence that he had not been dreaming, was the dull ache in his balls from over use.
He smiled for the first time in months as he walked to the shower.
