A Date with the Devil

"As you can see, I've only told you the truth. So, let me now come to the crux of our little discussion. You've asked me what it is that I want, and the answer is a little diversion, some entertainment if you will, one of mutual satisfaction. In exchange, I'll help you achieve what you so deeply desire but are too afraid to pursue. Now there is no silly contract to sign relinquishing your soul. I have no need of them. No, this is just a simple agreement that benefits us both," he explained.

Although Megan knew that she shouldn't listen, she couldn't help but entertain his proposition. There was no contract, and her soul would still be hers. What did she stand to lose? She admitted to herself that she was unhappy with her life, and didn't she owe it to herself to at least try and make a change. She couldn't afford to return to university for an even higher degree, and unless she wanted to die a spinster would soon be forced to find one of the local men to marry.

"What would I have to do?" she asked quietly.

Lou smiled and rose from the chair, the glasses disappearing from his and Megan's hands, startling her. He crossed the few feet to where she sat, took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. He pulled her against him, her back resting against his chest.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy every bit," before dipping his head and kissing her neck.

A shiver rolled through Megan's body. She hadn't been touched by a man since university and his was unlike any she had ever experienced. His lips sent little trickles of electricity across her skin and she gasped as her heart skipped a beat. She could see herself in the mirror across the room, her cheeks flush, lips parted and chest heaving. His thick black hair covered his face as he continued kissing her and she watched with detachment as her hand rose to cradle the side of his face.

The image in the mirror grew fuzzy and Megan blinked to clear her vision but found that her eyes weren't betraying her. The cloudiness faded and she now stood staring at her naked reflection, black Sunday dress and undergarments gone. Lou's clothing was gone as well, revealing to her his fit and well-built body.

"There now, isn't this more comfortable," he said as he lifted his head and gazed into the mirror with her.

He shifted around behind her, raising his hands to her breasts, and cupping them in his hands, once again sending tingling prick of electricity through her body. His icy hot fingers found her nipples and teased them to erection, gently massaging the buds until she moaned in ecstasy. All the while, he kept them facing the mirror, creating a spectacle of her body.

Megan's breath caught in her throat as she felt Lou's cock swelling with arousal between the pert cheeks of her rear. The soft flesh became a thick stalk cradled in her cleft and she instinctively moved her hips back and forth, stroking it to its full capacity. She watched him in the mirror, a wicked smile of arousal and delight growing on his face. He watched her as well as he pulled his hips backwards, adjusted his stance and pushed forward, his cock sliding between her partly spread legs.

An unchecked moan escaped Megan's lips as she felt Lou's thick knob and shaft slide against her wet mound. He slowly rocked his hips, parting her lips lubricating his cock with her juices until it easily glided back and forth between her legs. She whimpered each time his bulbous knob pressed against and glided over her clit, the plump, oft-neglected bulb becoming firm and relishing the attention heaped upon it.

Although she was still afraid of Lou, his expert manipulation of her body had quickly pushed the rational thoughts from her mind. She watched in the mirror as his knob appeared and disappeared between her legs and reached down to feel it as it popped into view. The egg-shaped knob felt heavy on her fingers, making them sticky with their combined illicit fluids.

"That's it, can you feel how excited I am? I can feel how much you want this," hissed Lou in Megan's ear.

A whisper confirming his observation had barely formed on Megan's lips when she felt herself being lifted from the floor and spun around. When her feet once again touched the floor, she found herself in a completely different room. She was no longer in the humble parlor of her small cottage but in one of much grander size and splendor. The room was full of expensive furniture and antique decorations, the floors made of highly polished wood and the windows framed by heavy brocade silk drapes. Even the mirror on the wall had changed and was now full-length with a gilded leaf frame.

"Now this room suits you far more than your tiny parlor, don't you think?" Lou asked as he held her hand, walking her around the room.

He whisked her around the room and stopped an elegantly leather upholstered lounge in which he gently sat her. His cock hovered only inches from her face and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of the glistening knob and veiny-laced shaft. She didn't need his guidance and without compulsion leaned forward and licked the tip. She looked up into his eyes as she grew bolder, wrapping one of her hands around the base of his shaft and guiding his knob into her mouth.

"Oh Megan, you are full of surprises," Lou said as she swirled her tongue around his excited member.

The praise gave Megan a strange sense of pride at having surprised him with her skill. Although she had been celibate for years, her old university skills came quickly back to her. She bobbed her head on his cock, taking it deeper into her mouth while occasionally pausing to suck swallow the spunk infused saliva that quickly filled her mouth.

Soon Megan taking Lou's cock into the opening of her throat, doing her best to swallow as much of the thick member as possible. As much as she tied, she eventually reached the limit of her abilities, and began using her free hand to stroke the almost five remaining inches. Years of repressing her sexual needs had created a dam within her that now burst. She sucked hungrily on the hard member, mewling sounds mixing with those of her wet sucking as she hastened to make him come.

A low growl much like that of a dog rose from within Lou's chest and she watched as a burning red ember grew in his eyes. He took a deep breath and she felt his cock swelling in her mouth, the shaft pulsing in her hand. He groaned loudly as his cock erupted, filling the back of her throat with thick spurts of spunk.

Megan choked before backing off and swallowing, letting the thick fluid roll down her throat. She sucked and continued swallowing as even more fluid gushed from his knob, surprised by the almost continuous flow. She continued until the flow ebbed and stopped and then nursed on the tip like a hungry baby with a bottle.

"Ah, now that's the girl I was looking for," Lou said as he grinned down at Megan.

In her lust-fueled haze, Megan didn't think about what she was doing, and squealed like a schoolgirl as Lou pushed her back onto the lounge. He knelt on the floor between her spread legs, burying his face in her fragrant mound, causing her to cry out as his tongue slid deep into her pussy. Megan tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him tightly as his tongue wormed around inside her body. It felt unnaturally long and incredibly dexterous as he licked her walls, the tip flicking the very end of her juicy tunnel.

Megan gasped as Lou's nose pressed against her engorged clit, sending a ripple of tremors through her body. She arched her back and mewled as he shook his head, using his entire face to massage her sex-starved cunt. He sucked her swollen lips before pulling back and licking the entirety of her sex, his tongue dredging between her swollen cleft and flicking her clit.

The licks slowly became short in length until Lou was concentrating on Megan's clit. She looked down and it didn't surprise her to see his fork-tipped tongue cradling and wiggling around her sex-bud. Even after all she had experienced, it was the sight of his serpentine tongue that erased the last bit of doubt in Megan's mind as to Lou's identity. A millisecond of doubt and fear flashed in her mind, but it disappeared as she felt an orgasm blossom inside her womb.

Spasms wracked Megan's body and she gripped the lounge to keep from falling to the floor. She could barely breath as she convulsed, the walls of her vagina clenching like a vice, forcing out her feminine nectar in large milky drops. Lou's mouth seemed everywhere at once and Megan refrained from looking down again to see how he was accomplishing the feat. She instead let her head fall back and enjoyed the feeling of him alternating between licking her clit and sucking her cunt.

Megan felt as if her orgasm lasted for hours and was drenched in sweat when she finally stopped shaking. Still, Lou didn't stop but merely changed tactics. His tongue became as light as a feather, dancing around her dripping crease like a hummingbird gathering nectar from a flower. The tip of his tongue tickled her urethra once and then again and she soon felt the urge to relieve herself. She tried to rise but caught his eyes and instantly that was what she wanted.

A low growl from Lou confirmed what Megan thought and she stopped fighting. She relaxed her muscles, and almost instantly a fountain of golden pee burst from inside her. Lou didn't shy away from the warm spray and opened his mouth the catch it. He drank some of her feminine champagne and let the rest spray over his face, drenching his visage in golden liquid.

After bathing in Megan's golden shower Lou rose to his feet, surprising Megan when both he and the floor were completely dry. She looked about in astonishment, questioning her own sanity and the very reality as well.

"Ah, a little debauchery is always refreshing. It's just the thing that get's my cock hard. Now what to do with it?" Lou mused perversely.

Just an hour earlier Megan would have blanched and run at such a statement but now, and without thinking, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs invitingly. The Devil had pulled away the veil of her pious disguise, revealing the lust and need that simmered just below the surface. To make her desires clear, she reached down and pulled apart the sticky-wet lips of her pussy, her plump clit poised above her pink portal like a ripe cherry.

Lou released a throaty chuckle as he climbed onto the lounge. He raised Megan's legs high, and without the use of his hands guided his cock into the mouth of her dripping cunt. He held her thighs tightly in his hands, and with one savage thrust drove the entirety of his length into her body, his balls smacking her ass with a wet sound that echoed through the room.

Megan screamed as the thick member violently forced the walls of her pussy wider than ever before. However, the scream had barely left her lips before a deep moan replaced it. She couldn't control her actions and simply writhed as Lou set about fucking her with deep, long strokes. Her walls hugged his cock, threatening to turn inside-out every time he withdrew, her stretched almost rolling into her cunt when he pushed back inside.

"Oh...god...fuck me!" Megan cried out as she found enough control to maul and squeeze her breasts.

Lou growled as he rolled his hips, stretching Megan's tight sheathe, reshaping her to fit his needs. She gasped as his knob battered against the sealed portal of her womb as if demanding entry into her stomach. She perversely imagined his cock running her through, skewering her on his spar of flesh. The thought should have frightened her, but it didn't. She pictured herself coming, a never-ending torrent of crimson orgasmic blood gushing out from inside her, drenching Lou and spreading along the floor until the entire room was red.

The wicked yet imagined orgasm triggered one far more innocuous and real, causing Megan to cry out as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Her pussy squeezed Lou's still-pumping cock like a velvet glove, her juices squirting from around his shaft with each thrust. She came for longer than she could count, one orgasm rolling into another until finally Lou slid his cock from her throbbing pussy.

Megan felt like she would never move again, but Lou still wasn't finished. He pulled one of her legs over the other, forcing Megan onto her side. She looked curiously over her shoulder to see what he was about just as the plump knob of his cock slid between her cheeks. She was too worn to deny him another fuck and didn't try until she felt his knob pressing against the puckered mouth of her ass.

"Wait...wait," she protested weakly, sweat burning her eyes.

Lou didn't pay Megan any heed and she soon felt his knob forcing open her sphincter. She had never let a man bugger her but didn't have a choice. Her eyes widened as his knob popped into her tight hole, her cunt juices slickening the way as he forced his thick cock into her bowels. Lou didn't stop until he had fully sheathed her member in her tight tunnel. Megan know truly felt impaled, her fuck-virgin passage throbbing in time to her heartbeat around the invader.

"Oh...oh...shit," gasped Megan.

Unlike the average lover, Lou didn't give Megan time to adjust to having a cock in her ass. He started moving his hips slowly, but within a dozen strokes was fucking her with the same savagery as he had used with her pussy. He grinned wickedly at the look on her face, delighting in the complex emotions that played out on her face. She went from fear to amazement to lust in a matter of seconds and began madly rubbing her clit.

Megan had already come twice and was now tapping into energy reserves she didn't know she had. She yelped as Lou lifted her leg into the air, almost lifting her from the lounge as he relentless thrust into her ass. She jerked back and forth like a ragdoll on his cock, finding herself once again in the throes of another orgasm. Megan felt stuffed as if having eaten the biggest meal of her life, the anal pounding she was receiving touching parts of her that she never knew existed.

Time became immaterial as Megan found herself in a state of perpetual bliss, her mind wandering in a haze until she felt Lou's cock start to grow. Her glassy eyes focused as she felt his member expand and felt his spunk pulsing into some unknown recess inside her. The spurts slowly lost force, until with a growl from Lou she felt an intense rush of heat within her bowels. She knew instantly was happening and orgasmed again as he relieved himself.

Megan rubbed her lower belly as she felt it become full and firm, swooning from the intense internal pressure. She giggled insanely while still impaled on his cock, Lou turned her body and lifted her from the lounge. She wrapped her legs around his back as she hungrily kissed him, sucking on his tongue before biting his lip. She became lost in a sexual frenzy, one that lasted until she finally passed out from exhaustion.

Megan slowly clawed her way to consciousness and found herself laying on the small couch in her parlor. She looked across the room with half-opened eyes, judging from the light that it was sometime in the afternoon. At first, she thought everything had been some sort of nightmare, but she quickly became aware of the soreness that affected almost every part of her body.

An intense sense of urgency hit Megan and she bolted, naked from the couch, stumbling like a madwoman through the house. Her stomach felt ready to explode and she barely made it to the bathroom and onto the toilet before losing control of her bowels. The memories of what had taken place flooded her mind as she flooded the porcelain bowl. Had she really made a deal with the Devil, or had Lou been a man who somehow managed to drug her.

Megan soaked away he aches in a hot bath and spent the time pondering the truth. Multiple times she found herself idly massaging her clit or rubbing her tender asshole, her body bearing witness to what had happened. However, she couldn't help but rationalize that her life hadn't changed. She still lived in her cottage which she took as proof that Lou had been a huckster, some sort of magician at best, and certainly not the Devil.

A ring of the doorbell forced Megan to abandon her bath. She quickly dressed and upon answering the door found a messenger waiting patiently. She signed for the envelope, which didn't bear a return address and waited until she had made a hot cup of tea before opening it. Luckily, she wasn't holding the cup when she read the letter, otherwise she would have dropped it on the floor.

Megan,

I apologize for leaving in such a churlish manner, but I plead that you understand that I am quite busy. As we discussed, I take care of my friends and hope you value my friendship as much as I value yours. I've taken the liberty of arranging for a company to pack and move your items to your new dwelling tomorrow. I'm sure you'll find the accommodations most to your liking. I'll drop by tomorrow evening to discuss other plans for your right future.

Yours Sincerely, Lou

Megan read the letter many times that evening and found the moving men at her door bright and early the next morning. Lou was true to his word and the house, one she had admired many times was hers, miraculously left to her by the elderly couple who had died months before without leaving any heirs. Lou visited that evening and they celebrated, Megan giving into her base desires which he was more than happy to help her explore.

Over the following days and years Megan achieved everything she wanted as she remained the Devil's companion. She slowly turned into one of his creatures, willingly become a creature of lust and desire commonly known as a succubus. She remained in Little Castleton where she presided as Headmistress over a prestigious private academy and for fun remained active and far more agreeable in the local parish.

On another cool fall afternoon Megan stood outside the church as Father David blessed and bid goodbye to his flock.

"Father David, I just wanted to give you a special donation to help repair the belltower," she said, passing an envelope to the aging cleric.

"Thank you, Megan. You have truly been a blessing over the years. You know, I didn't think we'd ever get along but I'm so glad that you found such purpose in life. You're an inspiration to everyone," he replied after giving her a chaste hug.

Megan smiled, as she spotted the junior priest, a young man that had just joined the parish gathering the hymn books from the pews. She had her eye on the young man, whom she had caught stealing glimpses at her. She could smell his desires and with a little honest talking knew they would become great friends.