Peenochio

Danielle stumbled into her apartment right around three o’clock in the morning, tipsy from a fun filled night of extravagance and mischievous behavior that she could only attribute to bachelorette party shenanigans.

Her best friend, Hannah Foster, was getting married in just a few days, and tonight was their last night to let loose before Hannah’s life changed forever. Dani kicked off her stilettos, her feet aching as she slowly began walking to her bedroom, a gift bag from Hannah’s aunt clutched tightly in her hand.

Man, what a night. Dani couldn’t remember the last time she’d just let loose and had some fun.

Wine had been flowing, male strippers had been everywhere and the night had been magical.

Dani snorted.

‘Magical’ was a great word to describe any sort of time spent with Hannah and the members of her family. The gossip around the city was that they were all witches and warlocks, but Dani didn’t believe that for a single second. She’d grown up with Hannah’s family, spending more time at her friend’s house than she ever did at hers.

And in all of her years mingling with the Fosters, she’d never seen anything that led her to believe they were witches. Her lips twitched at the notion, and she shook her head, her bedroom swaying slightly from the movement as she stepped inside.

The gossip surrounding Hannah’s family was so outrageous that the entire family played into it. Even tonight, they’d handed out ‘enchanted’ gift bags, like the one in Dani’s hand. Supposedly, it was filled with the power to make her wildest fantasies come true, and only a handful of the bachelorettes had received a bag. She hadn’t taken a peek into hers yet, but hopefully there was chocolate.

Chocolate was magical enough, though she didn’t know how it planned on fulfilling her wildest fantasies.

I wish there was a sexy man in here, she thought absentmindedly, lips curling into a silly smile.

She’d been having a bit of a dry spell lately, and she’d love to just have a no-strings attached hookup with someone who’d rearrange her guts and then leave in the morning with no questions asked.

Unfortunately, Dani was pretty shy, making it difficult to do anything with a man that didn’t involve several dates and a commitment of some sort.

Not only that, her interests lately had gotten a lot more… complex. She blamed it on the monster smut books she was constantly reading, filling her head with all sorts of wild fantasies. Demons, vampires, werewolves, oh my.

Every story like that she read made her hot and bothered, and she’d already worn out her newest dildo just last week while she’d been reading some pretty heavy cliterature. Her fascination with supernatural men had evolved so much that now the thought of finding a normal guy to date was such a turn off that, even if she wasn’t shy, she doubted she’d be interested.

Too bad nothing in that bag was going to sate her needs.

“Oh well,” she murmured, dropping the gift bag onto the bed and quickly undressing until she was in nothing but her lacy lingerie. She thought she’d be exhausted after a night of partying and debauchery, but she was strangely wide awake.

Dani sat on the edge of her bed, grabbing the gift bag. She might as well see what was inside.

She tore the tape on the top off, peering into the bag a moment later. She laughed as she caught sight of a packaged dildo. Reaching inside, she pulled the sex toy out a moment later, eyes widening in delight and a bit of embarrassment.

Of course Hannah’s aunt would hand out dildos for the bachelorette party. But just what the hell was this? It wasn’t a normal dildo by any stretch of the imagination, because Aunt Lydia simply didn’t do normal.

A picture of the sexy toy filled the front of the box, showing off a 10-inch purple dildo. It had bumps, a flared base. The tip of it looked odd; almost like a cross between a normal mushroom head and the tip of a tongue, capable of licking her insides while it was shoved all the way inside her.

She’d never seen anything like it, flipping the box around to see if she could find a brand name. On the back was a list with the words ‘READ CAREFULLY BEFORE USE’ etched at the top. She almost ignored the instructions–she definitely knew how to use a dildo by now–but something caught her eye, and she paused to read.

Read below on how to enjoy your personalized dildo, which has been created specifically for your needs.

Use Responsibly. Once you turn this on, you’ll be turned on until the battery wears out.

Simply say, ‘I wish this dildo was a real (insert physical attribute you would enjoy)’ and press the button located at the base to turn on. This is important, as the dildo will not operate unless the words above are uttered.

This is a work of magic. Don’t worry, it’s been designed with your pleasure in mind, innately understanding what you crave.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.

There was nothing else on the box, and Dani’s brows rose as she read the instructions again. How odd…

“They’re really buying into this whole magical family crap.”

Maybe it was the silliness of the box, or Dani’s own morbid curiosity that got the better of her, but she found herself opening the lid and pulling out the dildo. It was heavy, rubbery and thick enough that she didn’t even think it would be able to fit inside her.

At the base of the dildo was a button, and she pressed it, expecting it to jump to life and vibrate in her hand. Nothing happened. Were there no batteries? She tilted the sex toy in every direction, hoping to find a charge port, or a screw that she’d need to remove to place a few batteries. There was nothing there.

How the hell was she supposed to turn it on?

She looked down at the box again, glancing at the directions.

Maybe it was the wine from earlier, but Dani found her thumb hovering over the button as she muttered, “I wish this dildo was a real demon from my fantasies.”

And then she pressed the button.

“Ow!” she exclaimed as she felt a tiny prick on the pad of her thumb. What was that, a damned tack inside the dildo?!

Suddenly, sparks flew from the toy and Dani gasped in shock as it pulsed so hard it jumped from her hand. The sex toy hit the ground, and a giant puff of smoke exploded from it, shooting up toward the ceiling.

She jumped from the bed, wondering what the hell had just happened, when the dildo transformed right in front of her eyes. It was no longer rubber-like with a flare base. It was attached to a man.

No, not a man. A demon. A demon was in her room! And he was… naked?

Dani lurched back, her eyes wide with awe and fear as she studied the demon standing in front of her, his gaze tracking her every movement.

He was tall, at least seven feet, with silver horns that stretched up toward the ceiling. Glowing red eyes, long black hair that fell down his back. And his body… He had a deep gray complexion, almost black, and he was built like a linebacker. Wide shoulders, powerful thighs and sinewy muscles everywhere she could see. A tail whipped around behind him, and between his legs was her freaking dildo.

Only, it didn’t look fake anymore. It was real, a part of him, and he was hard as a rock. And… Was he pierced down there?

“What the hell?” she asked quietly, a hand going to her mouth to cover it. She wasn’t sure whether it was to hold back a scream of terror, or because she was on the verge of drooling. Maybe a little bit of both.

The demon smirked, running a large, clawed hand down the length of his body. “Quite literally, human.” His voice was gravelly and deep, and he let out a small grunt as his fingers locked around his erection. He stroked himself slowly, his red gaze studying her face. “You look startled to see me.”

“I–I mean, I think I’m hallucinating,” she told him, unsure of what to do. Was this even real? She cast a sidelong glance to her bed, where the open box sat, taunting her.

“This is very much real.” He gripped himself more firmly, the veins in his forearm sticking out. For a brief, insane moment, she had the strangest urge to lick the veins with her tongue. “You’ve summoned me here for a night of pleasure, and I cannot leave until your every desire is sated.”

Dani’s eyes were like saucers as she stared at him, torn between tossing herself on the bed for him to do just that, or screaming her head off and running half-naked from her house.

“I didn’t summon anyone,” she told him, proud that her voice didn’t shake and that she didn’t pass out. Her eyes locked onto the tip of his cock and the precum that was forming as he stroked himself in front of her.

“It wasn’t your spell that brought me here from Hell, no.” He stroked harder, taking a casual step in her direction. “But you activated the spell with a bit of your blood and a few precious words.”

Her blood? Remembering the flare of pain on her thumb, Dani looked down, spotting a dot of bright, red blood. Something really had pricked her finger.

The demon’s hand came into view, and he curled his fingers around her wrist, dragging her hand toward his mouth. She should have pulled away, but she felt strangely desensitized to the entire situation, as if she had naked demons in her room every day without issue.

The demon grinned at her, showing off white teeth and sharp canines. Opening his mouth, he sucked on her thumb, a forked tongue caressing her skin as he stared into her eyes, towering over her with his powerful frame.

“You wanted me here,” he murmured, giving her thumb a small kiss that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes grew heavy-lidded with lust as he stepped closer, the warmth from his body engulfing her in a heat that quickly spread, removing her fear and replacing it with a scorching hot desire. “And I’ve come to see to your every need.”