A Soul in Lust

Landon’s head rolled with pain rumbling like thunder over head. His head turned to the dirty green bottle pouring an unknown liquor into his hair. With a grown he started to shift upright, clear the disorientation and remember where the fuck he was.

He came face to face with the skull of a ram, and its uncleaned yellowing teeth. Hell, Isaac had some weird ass friends, he thought.

Turning through the hangover he slumped against the wall beneath the skull, in the room of pass out, wasted “cultists”. The candles had burnt out, and the once flaming pentagram statue was blackened and chard and cold.

*

The fire burned in front of him. The star aflame, and the robed friends of a friend chanted.

“Devil of below, grant us dreams of above. Devil of below, grant us dreams of above.”

The entire thing was stupid, but Isaac was almost begging for him to come with. He stood next to him, with his dumb freckled face looking out of place and too innocent for the black robes and painted pentagram on his forehead.

“Say a wish, of less than pure intent, and have it come true.” He whispered almost playfully.

The entire shit was creepy, but they had booze ready for when they were done with the cult shit and that wasn’t something Landon was to pass up.

Even more reason to get it over quickly. So he said the most obvious thing he could. What every guy thought of - and Christians screamed about being impure.

“I dream of sex.” He muttered into the flame, seeing his only friend in this place gesture for more detail. “That will leave me in bliss, that will never end.” He shrugged, before the flames seemed to burn brighter.

“Grant this sinful desire. Grant this dream of man. Grant this sinful desire. Grant this dream of man.”

*

At the memory returning, he felt the familiar presence of morning wood restrained in his pants. His weak eyes, looking in the dark space, he checked to see for any open eyes. Finding none, he relaxed against the wall reaching into his pants and taking precious hold of his manhood, only for the door to fly open.

It was quick. The door opened to a void of black, with a woman standing there nude. Wings, red and black and leathery like a monster, and eyes crimson like fresh drawn blood. Like a vortex, wind pulled to the door, pulling from his lungs, in awe at the demoness and terror. His body was caught in the wind, but not another body, not another soul moved.

There he stood, head inches from perfect, suffocating breasts. Hand frozen around his cock. Head trapped to look up to her sinful, sweet smile.

“No need for that anymore. The circle of lust, answers your desires.”

Landon found his mouth agape, and the slight drool beginning to start was blanked by both him and the women. His face was red with embarrassment holding his cock before such an angelic - no, hellish form. His eyes wide in fear seeing the darkness that should have led to the morning sun, and a tree lined woods fifteen minutes from town. And yet, his only conscious decision was to take the step through the door into the void after her, with precum wetting his hand.

The occult room was gone, and instead of dirt his feet fell upon grey tiles. The void black pulled away, to reveal a circular room with a domed ceiling. Four doors, in each direction from him, arch and framed by pillars of stone, carved to have four nude men on each, hands held above their heads and cock out, heads looking down - not in shame but a word Landon failed to find in the moment - but each face, each hair style was different. Different enough they all looked as if they were designed after different people and not just different statues.

“So, you’re here, for me?” Landon quietly asked, still red faced and pulling his hand away from his cock, trying to causally wipe the precum onto his pants. “Cause, you are a real beauty.”

“I’m flattered.” She said, adjusting her propped up breasts, and staring into his eyes with soulless beauty. “But I’m not a succubus dear, I just bring mortals across the veil. It’s my employer who is answering your call. He’s very excited.”

“He?” Landon exclaimed, suddenly coming to his senses that he was just pulled elsewhere by a demon.

“Or they.” A new voice said. “I’m partial to either.”

Landon turned to one of the now opened doors, to see a masculine figure enter - but while the winged dame held a stunning human nature, this demon’s human appearance stopped at the frame.

With skin grey and black, pieces shining like polished stone. Their eyes had no white or colour, but black as the void that had pulled Landon here. He wasn’t gay, but Landon couldn’t help but awe in the chiseled face. A work of art. A statue of a man inhumanly handsome and perfect walked towards him, in little more than a black silk loincloth, that left little to the imagination with the eye catching bulge raising it out.

When he stopped, a little more than ten feet from Landon, he truly realised the height of the demon. Broad and tall, with perfectly defined and carved muscles that moved naturally despite the stone-like appearance.

“Oh hell no, mate.” He muttered, almost stepping back into the demon-woman to realise she no longer stood behind him, or in the room at all. It was just the two of them. “Look, I wasn’t serious, hell, I’m kinda thinking I’m still dreaming right now - but I’m not interested in sleeping with a man. Or demon-man thing.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not here to be fucked by you.” The demon chuckled. “I heard your desire for sex and as a recently available noble in Lust I am here to make sure you get what you want.”

His voice was captivating and masterfully deep, Landon found his throat going dry and words escaped him. Trying to find a way to tell this demon to leave him be and send him back felt impossible for them moment as he listened to the creature speak.

“Now, I am one of few demons with easy access to your mortal realm - and I do love to help feed those little sinful dreams you all have. So what would you say to me, helping you get sex. Train you to give great pleasure, for people to lust after. Fill you life with the desire to fuck. I can make it so you can spend the rest of your natural life, having sex better than heaven itself, and you’d beg for it every second.”

“I-. I’m not so sure.” Landon said, dryly, regaining his voice. “I don’t think I’m looking for sex tips, it was the first thing that came to mind, and I didn’t even think anything would happen. My friend’s, the one who wanted to - contact, you I guess?”

“But it was your desire that called out. Your desire was strong enough to send a message to the underworld. That means it was pure, honest - a soul yearning desire. You didn’t say you dream of sex because your a horny young man without a girl, no you said it, because your one of the horniest; willing and hoping to spend every day in acts of lust. You’d make your entire life revolve around it, wouldn’t you.”

Landon felt his cock twitch at the thought, and more embarrassment ran through his red cheeks as he wiped his brow of sweat.

“I-”

“Don’t lie to me, Landon.” They said, his name snapping his head back to look into those void black eyes.

When had he moved closer? He was inches from him. Looking up to that knee shaking face. He wanted to reach out and touch the chest of muscle- no he didn’t, why was he thinking that.

“Well?” He said, looking down.

“Would I be giving up my soul if I agree?”

“Oh no. I’m not interested in your soul.” The demon waved a hand, starting to encircle Landon - like a predator stalking prey. “I just need your word, an unbreakable promise, that if you agree to let me help you, have this life of lust, that I pick who with. I promise sex every day. I promise you’ll be begging for it. Promise that you’ll live a life where everything you do revolves around lust, around sex. But I will choose who it is with.”

The offer was almost too good. But not having the choice in who sounded like a lot.

“You wouldn’t make me have to spend my life with some old hag right?”

“Heavens no. I also promise the partner or partners I pick will be able to give you what you desire and them what they desire. The word of a demon is unbreakable, I cannot go back on myself once you agree to the deal.”

“I don’t even know your name.” Landon said looking at the floor, before shaking his head - what was happening, why was he so nervous?

Okay, yes he was in hell or something, but he could get through this. Hell he was being offered the life of his dreams. Endless sex, unburdened. He wasn’t a virgin, but he hadn’t had anyone in a while.

“Wither.”

“What?” He said, snapping out of his train of thought.

“My name.”

“Oh.”

“So, do you want me to give you the life you desire?”

“Yes.” Landon said, falling into a trace from the demon’s - from Wither’s voice. “So are you basically going to be playing matchmaker for me? Summon a demon for me to fuck whenever I want?”

“Oh, no, no, no.” His hands ran across my shoulders as his looming form stood behind, and I felt the not-so-well hidden thing between his legs on my back. “I can’t just snap my fingers and call you the perfect demon, or search your world for the best mortals for your needs. No, I need to change those needs.” He whispered, making Landon pull away and stumble more into the room.

“What?”

“For me to make sure every second of sex is the best it can be, I first must ensure, it is the best you can give. Better than you think you can give. I must make you the one to be desired.” Wither spoke with so much intention behind his almost seductively deep tone; none of it felt good. “For the time being I will train you. Prepare you for this new lustful life, and ensure I can give it. You’ll be leaking like a tap before I’m done.”

“Hang on a minute, that isn’t-” Landon was cut off, by the demon suddenly appearing inches from him holding him by the throat and dragging him over to a statue like he was nothing more than a cotton filled doll.

“And if you want to go back on this deal, well, I wouldn’t mind adding you as a more permanent fixture.” The demon’s hand took the statue by the chin, and lifted the rock up.

Landon expected the head to snap off but instead the stone moved organically and the closed eyes opened and were not stone.

Pupils wide in terror, desperation, yet sunken; submission. That was the word. Their heads bowed in submission.

“Master, I’m sorry.” It crocked through hardly parted lips. “Please-”

“I know.” He gently kissed the statue’s forehead. “But all punishments must be completed. No early release.”

His hand left, and the young man’s eyes closed, head bowing as his full back to being still and quiet.

“It’s still aware. The breeze on his cock. Our eyes are watching. Hears my voice. But now, it’s just left wishing it had the pleasures and privileges I had allowed.” Wither turned, chiselled face unaffected by what he had just said. “So shall we begin your training?”