Arse Goetia Ch. 01

And it got much more interesting.

Her acclimation to her new member was a surprisingly natural one. They were, figuratively speaking, meant for each other, even if Mary expected the long-awaited dick in her life to be of a more external, penetrating variety. She had a very definitive idea of how to manipulate it and what to do with it; the Internet was a blessing in that regard. And she got to it. She got to it as soon as Lilith left. And never really stopped.

Every hour of her waking life that was not spent eating, working or maintaining the bare minimum of social life was spent in rapture. Her new dick proved sensitive yet inhumanely resilient; she maintained erection perpetually as long as her cock was on her mind, and at any possible moment it was.

On the first day, she came 18 times. At work, she took "toilet" breaks and used them extensively. She came times and times in a row, with volume and force, and soon learned that sperm was quite difficult to clean up.

On the second day, she came 26 times. She took two hours off work citing bad health, something she never did before, and spent the given time to masturbate herself into a knockout. She considered buying condoms to contain her copious explosions, but couldn't bear the shame and since settled on a plastic bag.

On the third day - which was, coincidentally, a Sunday, the day of vices, she came a lot and didn't really count.

By this point she realized the utter inhumanity her new organ demonstrated. It was rigid, always ready, always desiring. It could ejaculate endlessly, one orgasm to the next, and did so in thick, heavy ropes which never watered down. The plastic bag she used to catch the stuff was half-full and lewdly stretched; even in her lustful stupor Mary managed to notice the absurdity. Yet she wanted more. Or, rather, she needed more.

Once again, she failed to notice Lilith, who, on the hour of sunset, returned.

Lilith said nothing, this time, and merely watched. It was a sight. Mary had an intensity to her masturbation sessions, something primal and animalistic. Consider how curious this contrast was to the vision of Mary, who most could not imagine even kissing. Her breath was shallow and quick, her eyes were closed and teeth were clenched, her toes curled and uncurled as her hands made their brutal work on both her organs of pleasure. She was sweaty and didn't care. She didn't eat the whole day and didn't care. Her entire body was trembling, her legs were spasming out, and soon, she came. There was an obscene, wet sound as the ropes fell into the stretching bag, brought up by a shuddering hand barely in time, and it continued for a while.

Mary cried out. She did not like to judge people, or demons, for that matter; she was welcoming and timid, even if barely anyone knew of it. But now, for the first time in those three days, she thought that her new member might be, strictly speaking, a bit of a burden.

Lilith considered how both their meetings were started with Mary orgasming, oblivious to the demon's presence, and let it slide. One day they will meet on more formal terms, for sure. What mattered to her more was this: why, in the name of the Luminous Daughter, was she sitting here, pleasuring herself like a monkey?

"Are you enjoying yourself, human?" - she asked, hiding light irritation in the welcoming tone.

Mary squeaked, and, to her grave terror, dropped the bag.

They watched as it fell, distorted by gravity and liquid redistribution, a pink shopping bag with a non-descript logo and half a gallon of semen.

There was hell after this.

I will spare you the details. Mary was horrified. Sperm is hard to clean. Cleaning inhuman amounts of it was, well, inhuman. Lilith was annoyed. When she learned that the witnessed sight was repeating itself for three days in a row, she was livid. Mary tried to explain. It didn't go well.

"What... what do you mean, you are a virgin?!" - the demon cried.

"Please, I understand, but please, please don't be so loud. Mom is downstairs and, well, she is a very open-minded woman..." - Mary tried to negotiate, but Lilith ignored her.

"She can't hear me, human, unless I desire, with specificity, to be seen and felt by her. Do not stray from the subject! What do you mean you are a virgin, and spent three days with my gift practicing onanism?! Are you daft?!"

"I get your point, miss demon, but I really, really can't have sex..."

Lilith was red and angry. Her tail uncurled itself and twitched irritatedly from side to side.

"What drivel is this?"

"I can't. I just can't. I can't ask anyone for it. I can't bear it. They all think I am a proper, catholic woman or something like that. I can't get laid. I tried. I tried, okay, I really tried, but I... just... can't!"

There was silence. Lilith drilled her quarry with her gaze, breathing heavily, thinking it all through. For the demon, it made little sense. She felt the lust of the woman, even now. It was so thick it was almost visible. But she knew that she didn't, at all, lie.

It dawned on her, now, how deeply she was in trouble. Mary was like a nuclear fuel rod - and, for the love of God, she needed to get laid down as soon as possible. Before anything melts.

"Get your phone."

"What?"

"Your damn phone. I know of those things. Get it now."

"Why? What are you going to do, miss demon?"

"I need to get you laid before we can do anything. Anything at all. I can't be the carnal companion of a virgin. It's impossible. Get your damn phone!"

Mary did so, wondering little of why an abyssal would maintain a decent knowledge of modern technology, and then realized, finally, what is about to be done.

"Wait, miss demon, just one moment..."

"A man or a woman? Decide now!"

"Wait..."

"No waiting!" - Lilith almost screamed. "Man or woman?!"

"A man! A man, okay, just please, don't shout at me anymore..." - whimpered Mary in response.

Lilith acted fast and decisive. She was very practical in matters of flesh and believed that everybody should be doing it. Virgins made her mad.

Unwillingly, thus, Mary had a date with a man she didn't know from an app she didn't use, and his name was Kyle Baron.

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