Demonic Motorcycle Ch. 02

The rain poured down Interstate 5, one of the major highways in the western region of the United States. The road was calm in the middle of the night until the load roaring sound of a motorcycle passed through, vibrating in the core of those in the way. An orange headlight was the warning before the thunder, the motorcycle sped along with flames spilling from the four long chrome exhausts. The motorcycle was massive, a foot wide and five feet long, with two wheels paired at the front and a huge one at the back, covered in black metal with shiny chrome.

Scott had his hips wide open given the width of the motorcycle and he continuously thrusted his massive cock into the leather seat, each thrust was a bit deeper and a bit faster. Inside the seamless black helmet, he moaned and groaned at a tentacle sliding in and out of his mouth. His head was bobbing eagerly. Scott had become quite eager that he tilted his head to change the angle of attack.

{Almost, almost so we become truly one... Feel the engine, the pistons thrusting in, match it and duplicate it...} the sinuous voice made his flesh ballooned and bulged, veins pulsing as it still grew larger.

Without even really trying to, Scott started to gyrate his hips a bit, applying more pressure. He moaned, grunting hard, feeling his heartbeat in his cock. At the same time, he squeezed the motorcycle as he dodged each car to go even faster, to thrust deeper.

What started as an instinctive, impulsive, empty, subconscious act of sexuality on Scott's part, started to become reciprocated. Fenrir could sense the rider's soul giving himself up to become one. Scott moaned when he felt his blood drained into the suit, turning the black leather into a vibrant red, at the same time, he felt the tentacle he had been sucking for so long plunged tightly against his mouth, stretching his lips to their maximum.

The young man's back arched, a muffled moan escaping his plugged lips when a black metal hump formed on the back of his suit, with several fin-like protrusions for better aerodynamics. His helmet formed molded horns following the curve of the helmet and two small chin spikes curving down on either side.

"Ahg..." Scott groaned and panted. He looked below and he loved his figure.

Scott plunged his cock inside the tight sleeve and hugged the machine squeezing while he cruised every curve of the highway, dodging the slower vehicles by turning all his body down to the road on the pronounced curves. As he passed the vehicles with ease, the figure could sense more than he thought through his visor, he could see each driver. Their muscle legs pressing down the gas, their asses sitting down the seats. Their shoulder and arms muscles.

{Make them pull over and beg for your cock} Fenrir whispered. Scott made the engine roar as he thrust even harder.

Some drivers watched now and they could not stop ignoring the rider's suggestive movement of thrusting into the motorcycle. In fact, the rider's thighs and quads hid how his cock slid out and slid back into the seat. However, just the rider's physique and the motorcycle roaring sound was enough to stir the crotch of the men around. It was a powerful aura, some may even call it unholy. It was not a surprise some drivers crashed on the highway while staring.

{Deeper... Get into their brains...} the sinuous voice echoed into the rider's mind. Scott could feel his motorcycle in his head, how playful and tough it was, and how much it loved being used. The feeling was infectious

It all just drove the rider to thrust harder, in fact the rider and the machine were turning into one being, the rider could feel the asphalt underneath the tire, the force of the wheels spinning and the brakes burning against them, but especially how it clenched his cock for his seed, he felt the thrusting and the sucking at the same time. The motorcycle could see through the rider's visor, feel his inhibitions, fears and thoughts. The revolutions of the engine were at par at his heartbeat, they were one whole being after all.

{Pull over and make them ours, Vengeance} The dark voice echoed in the rider's head, as he saw the males around, mostly truck drivers.

"Vengeance?" the rider whispered at how the motorcycle called him. That name it felt so real, it felt part of him. No, it was him. He no longer was Scott. He had turned into his masters emotion of Vengeance to the world.

Scott/Vengeance moaned when he felt the red leather over his ass rippled and started pushing deeper into his ass, reshaping slowly into a perfect copy of his own member. The rider inhaled sharply as he was filled, his ass stretched over the rod invading it.

"Yees..." the rider moaned.

However, that was not it, the red leather at his tailbone grew in at the back, releasing a thick tail, it soon wagged behind him. There were small spikes on the tail, but the spikes grew thicker and taller. The tail helped him to gain momentum, driving his cock further.

"Soon we will find a worthy drone," Vengeance grinned inside the helmet, as he thrusted the bike more vigorously. In exchange, the phallus in his ass pulled back almost all of the way out. Vengeance tried a quick down and up and the cock matched his movements perfectly.

{We must bring out the deviant, turn them into loyal drones hungry for your seed} the voice whispered,

The demon in the bike was bringing Scott wilder, far more inhibited and far hornier. The bike and suit just filled him with images of drones besides him, worshipping his cock and conquering the roads, and corrupting the innocents.

{Don't waste more time...!} Fenrir roared in anger as he squeezed harder Vengeance rod inside, meanwhile the rod on his ass pushed into his core, swelling breaching human limits.

"Ahgg..." Vengeance moaned loudly in pain, he lost control of the bike, and began moving wobbly for a few miles before he gained strength again.

{We must mate, share our seed until Master fills us again} the voice echoed as he reached new speeds on the highway.

"I like it when you are angry," Vengeance replied back as he smirked.

Vengeance lifted the front wheels machine off the ground as he pushed his cock deeper inside, almost placing the tip to the cylinder's chamber. Suddenly, his cock spewed an enormous load of cum into the motorcycle's engine. The fleshy pad at the end of sleeve absorbed it all and then sucked on the head of his cock for more.

"Ahgggg..." Vengeance roared, still with the motorcycle riding solely on the back wheel.

His cock throbbed again and again, each time depositing another hot, sticky load into the engine's smothering grip. On and on--

"Awww" Vengeance moaned with the motorcycle before the wheel came down again. Larger flames came out from the four exhaust pipes, and the bike reached new speeds of 200mph. The fast winds moved smoothly through the metal fins of his riding suit, while the rider showed off his muscled ass in the back while thrusting the bike more.

"Harder... and faster" Vengeance murmured quicking the pace

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In several miles ahead, there was a traffic patrol on the edge of the highway composed of two officers. It was a quiet night and their shift was about to end, just a couple hours to dawn. Inside the patrol, it was Jeremy and Nick. Jeremy was a 35-years old police officer, the senior officer mentoring the younger Nick who just had joined the force at 23 years old, a newbie.

Nick was five foot six with dishwater blond hair in a bowl cut and round glasses, he was just a bit shy. Nonetheless, he had a slim athletic body. In contrast, Jeremy stood at five foot ten, slightly taller with his short black hair kissed with a hint of gel to give it some volume and more muscular figure from being in the army before joining the force later in life.

Jeremy was an officer who liked to take advantage of the weak, beating down the criminals as a way to punish them, he liked having more. Earlier that evening Jeremy pulled over an SUV driven slightly faster than the speed limit. Though Jeremy knew the vehicle was not worth their time, he accosted the couple inside. During the traffic stop, Jeremy performed a body search on the lady and molested her. Nick looked on in horror but did not intervene, he did not have the will. Nick could not handle it anymore, he was certain this was his last shift before requesting a transfer to a different partner.

They stayed quiet while Jeremy just slept and Nick looked upon the highway. It was fine until Nick felt the ground shaking, the sound was so loud that Jeremy woke up. Jeremy looked behind and he saw the orange light shining upon them, and suddenly the motorcycle passed by a whooping speed.

"What the hell?" Jeremy said while he looked at the speedometer. It read 198mph.

"We must chase him!" Nick replied.

Jeremy put the sirens on, and began the pursuit. Nick was calling in dispatch to report the event. It only took them 20 minutes to reach the motorcycle, it was evident that he had slowed down. The massive four exhausts at the bike were up high, releasing fumes out. In between the exhaust, both officers saw the shiny and curvy muscular ass with the thick tail behind. The tail was winging back and forth hypnotically.

"What the hell is that suit?" Nick wondered as he saw the metal fins that grew the rider's back, reducing the wind drag at higher speeds. The metal was the same as the bike, just as if they were built together.

"Stop! Pull over", Nick said on the speaker.

A grin crossed Vengeance's face inside the helmet, the grin growing wider and wider, even more maniacal. A flash of power swept through him, starting in his mind and running down his spine, pumping more blood into his massive cock. His soul was so innocent, so pure, he could not wait any longer.

{I like him... too...} Fenrir murmured vibrating inside.

Vengeance pulled over to the side, pushing his cock to the deepest regions inside the bike to avoid any suspicious. Vengeance lowered himself to the bike as the leather seat took hold of his ass comfortable. With the thrusting subsiding, the motorcycle's engines noise came down to a humming sound, the orange flickering lights dimmed.

"It is not tiding over?" Nick said. The riders legs were still bent and resting on the leg plates on the back of the bike, besides the back wheel, and the motorcycle was still balanced.

"It is your turn now, it is just a speeding ticket, come on. Go over!" Jeremy said.

Nick got out of the car and walked towards the bike, the smell of the exhaust fumes was odd, though. The smoke curled and licked at the Nick's hair, almost blending into them. The smell was warm and moist, spicy and earthy, almost like underwear after sex. Meanwhile, inside his helmet, Vengeance hissed and sucked harder on the tentacle in his throat.

In moments, Nick came closer and saw the naked engine washed in chrome. It was larger than anything he would imagine. The engine was appeared that it was removed from a Ferrari and somehow assembled in the bike. The sleek black metal bike held the engine along with the massive thick tires.

"Remove your helmet", Nick said.

Nick noticed there were no instruments on the panel. The rider was still having his body against the bike with the seamless helmet staring at him. However, slowly, the muscles twitched and he let go the handles and lifted off the gas tank underneath. Nick saw how the the gas tank appeared to have the shape of a male's back, along with the shoulder's blade and the spine in the center running along till the cushion covering his crotch.

Nick looked then at the rider's red riding suit contoured his physique very well. The figure had gained broader shoulders. His ribs flared apart, giving him more of a barrel chest. His nipples perked up, squeezed tight on the material. Below his stomach was ribbed with abdominal muscles that any bodybuilder would envy. The rider's biceps and triceps were huge, large enough to have the strength to bend and cruise the beast underneath on the curves. Nick looked below at the massive legs squeezing the machine beneath.

"Remove the helmet and get off the bike, I said" Nick repeated, while Jeremy looked from the car.

There was a moment of tension before the rider reached up and pulled at his helmet. The carefully sculpted black helmet didn't seem like it wanted to release at first, but the materials slowly separated in an uneven and stringy way. For the first time in three hours, the tentacle in Scott's throat was fully retracting. The helmet came off, revealing shiny, spiky black hair coming down his back and chest. The rider pulled harder before the helmet came off. The rider rested the helmet on the gas tank.

Underneath, Nick saw a face covered with black piercings along the nose, but more shocking like his helmet, Vengeance had hard horns, but they were pitch black and made of the same material as the bike. His ears were pointed, his fangs sharp, and his eyes were solid black.

The veins running up his neck were visible from the red and black discolorations leeching into them from the suit itself. Nick gasped, he was unable to prevent a drop of drool from rolling down the side of his chin. Vengeance smirked. Vengeance lifted his hips off the bike, slowly pulling the ribbed and thick cock. The veins were beating at the pace of his heart. The cock erected upwards from a tight leathery sack containing four avocado-sized testicles. The material was so tight the testicles were around the base, almost as if the suit was milking them.

Right after Nick noticed the cock, Vengeance moved further and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met with a powerful impact and Nick's jaw was spread wide as an inhumanly thick and long tongue plunged into his mouth. It slid over his teeth and across his tongue before sliding down the young man's throat. Vengeance could feel something warm and vibrant, something pure. He could taste Nick's soul.

{His soul...} Fenrir whispered. {Human souls are forged out of virtues and darkened by sin. Turning virtue into sin grants US the greatest nourishment. Corrupt his soul...}

Vengeance deepened the sinful kiss and began to explore Nick's mouth with his tongue, starting to draw in the energy he felt just beyond. Nick was almost paralyzed in Vengeance's grasp as he felt his soul start to drain through his lips. His lips grew cold and turned blue, his eyes darkening slowly. Vengeance slowly pulled his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva between both of them... Nick was panting.

"The sooner you give in, the sooner I can make you roar in ecssstassssy..." Vengeance grinned before he thrust his tongue in again while he reached down to stroke his cock with his large, clawed hand.

Meanwhile Jeremy was deceived, Vengance had looked at him with his pure black eyes and played tricks on his mind. Jeremy thought they were just talking and Nick was just inspecting the motorcycle.

In reality, Nick's neck deformed, as Vengeance thrust in his throat. Vengeance cock gushed out black goo pre, soaking Nick's uniform underneath, dissolving the fabric, leaving him exposed to the cold rainy night.

Nick was about to say something when he felt something long and slender slithering up his leg. It caressed his ankle, brushed his knee and squeezed his thigh before it curved around his hip, slipped over his ass cheek and then slunk down deeper. Nick's eyes widened as he felt the tip of a red latex tail start to enter his body.

Unlike a penis, the tip of the tail flexed and moved, dragging as it was drawn out, probing as it was inserted, exploring and maneuvering, pushing further. Vengeance could feel everything, causing him to release more goo out.

At the same time, within the kiss, saliva started leaking into Nick's mouth with more and more volume, thickening slowly. Whenever Vengeance and Nick's lips broke for a moment, strings of black goo connected them before Vengeance grabbed Nick's head and held it in place.

Nick felt his mouth fill with syrupy goo that he gulped down, unable to stop. His eyes went wide, but rather than freaking out he simply gazed into Vengeance's eyes, feeling safe and content. As the goo pumped into his mouth and down his throat, his nipples tightened, his muscles throbbed.

Venguance pull away from Nick, he felt the goo was going to the work. Nick fell to the ground. Nick grunted, moaned and then gasped. His balls seized up and his cock throbbed before a thick white jet shot out, arching over the asphalt. Nick cursed in shock as he shot so far, but there seemed to be more... After a moment thick white goo began gushing out, seeming much thicker and heavier... But it wasn't spraying outward; it was sliding down over his cock. The black liquid engulfed the shaft, starting with the head, then the length before spilling out over his groin.

"What did you do to me?" Nick moaned on the concrete. "You put something inside me!" Nick moaned as he took off his pants while his chest rising and falling like wildfire.

Vengeance kept away all suggestions in Jeremy's mind, there was no deceiving, he was in shock at what was happening. Jeremy looked at the rider in front of him. The red leather glistened and shone with an unnatural brilliance, showing all his muscles and veins in details. Vengeance stroke his cock hard with his right hand, he hated being away from his bike, he slight twitched his hips into his hand.

"What the hell?" Jeremy said as he came out of the car. "Stop!" he yelled but he was ignored.

"Lets do this quick, we have more places to go," Vengeance said moaning softly when his cock gushed pre.

Meanwhile, the goo inside Nick delved deeper, passing through and getting to know him better. It probed his mind, learning of his desires and wishes. It passed into his testicles and began to alter he balls, bonding to them. They began to swell and grow, sending waves of pleasure through Nick.

"Stop!" Jeremy said, but Vengeance just continued to walk while the slime was taking over Nick, turning him into what would become of a rider.

Jeremy shot once, but the bullet stopped on the red latex. Jeremy shot twice and the same happened.

Vengeance felt the bullet metal melted and turned black forming rings, cooling and hardening with needle sharp gaps. The leather suddenly pierced the rings through Vengeance's nipples before the metal was re-sealed.

"What the hell?" Jeremy said full of fear.

Suddenly, Vengeance disappeared from Jeremy's sight. Then, Vengeance came up behind him, reaching around to place a clawed hand underneath his uniform and towards his stomach.

Jeremy hissed, about ready to kick the rider, but as that hand touched his stomach, he shivered with a strange sensation. He wondered how long it had been since he touched another person's skin, let alone a hand so rough with the latex-like material. He panted gently, muscles tensing more, breathing increasing. Vengeance leaned in, a pointed, long tongue sliding past his lips to slither along Jeremy's ear.

"We both know you want to relieve that pressure you feel when Nick is around, that pressure to remain straight and deny yourself such pleasure. But I know your secret, I know that you're really gay." Vengeance whispered. "You want to fuck him... with no end"

"No, I'm... I'm not..." Jeremy whispered. Vengeance grinned, rubbing his clawed hand up and down, sliding it up Jeremy's shirt to circle a nipple with his claw.

"What... am I?" Jeremy whimpered.

"You are more than a vehicle... You are his fuck mate... You cant wait for him to fuck you, to ride you to new horizons," Vengeance said when he started to slide into him with no effort at first, but it became too irresistible. He gave it a thrust and started to slide in. Vengeance worked harder and faster, sliding in more, thrusting and thrusting.

Changes were starting quickly, Jeremy was feeling odd. Every muscle in his body was in pain, taking more of a toll on his body with every passing second. His heartbeat grew irregular, his breathing ragged, a building sensation of heat... and weight. Jeremy's shirt stretched tight across his changing torso, the muscles and valves of his heart expanding outwards, pistons forming, spluttering briefly into life as blood turns to petrol inside him.