Jane's Demonic Threesome

"By Lucifer's black wings!" shouted Azalok. "Your human body should not be capable of such pleasures!"

His fucking grew increasingly fierce and erratic, forcing Jane to struggle to keep up the pace of her stimulation as she flexed her inner muscles in time with his thrusts. She was bouncing in his lap, continually reamed by infernal cock, and each impact of her soft butt against his powerful hips made a fleshy, satisfying thock.

Jane was close to her limit as well. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and focusing on clenching her muscles rhythmically, on feeling his essence suffusing her body, on the blazing hellfire in her soul. Jane felt a soft touch on her engorged clit and her eyes shot open. Her bestie's beautiful amber orbs were looking back at her. Alahna stroked Jane's pearl sensually, and the Kiwi girl was clearly loving watching her friend getting gaped by the demon.

"Cum for me, Janey," said Alahna. "Come with his cock up your ass."

Jane shrieked in response, obeying Alahna's obscene command. The stimulation of her clit sent her over the edge, and her body went crazy. Violently orgasming, Jane's limbs quivered uncontrollably, and her innards spasmed wildly around Azalok's cock. She tossed her head back, cursing wordlessly, eyes rolling back in her head, tongue hanging out stupidly as she came like a bitch in heat.

"Yes!" barked Azalok. "Ah, good girl! Give yourself to me entirely." His lips brushed his ear as he said in a low, half-whispered growl, "You are mine."

Azalok yanked her onto his cock one last time, shouting with triumph as he buried his penis as far as it would go. Jane felt his heavy nuts flex beneath her ass. His cock bulged inside her as semen rocketed up his urethra. Boiling hot spunk exploded from the tip, spraying down her guts like a power washer. Jane shrieked and wriggled in his grasp, actually rising up a couple of inches from the force of the seed impacting her insides. But Azalok held her firmly, gripping her slender body with both of his strong arms, and he forced her back down to receive his next rope.

The second blast came soon after, making Jane quake as the scalding bust filled up her guts. Having no place to go, it was coursing through her plugged bowels and rising like a flooding ship. The third blast followed, and Jane could feel her organs swelling to accommodate being stuffed with dark, greasy nut. Dimly she knew this should have been impossible, disgusting, even, but it was as if his ensorcelled cum was changing her body from the inside-out, purifying it as it coursed through her.

The fourth burst forced the flood of wicked cum up to the valve of her stomach, which bowed under the pressure. It buckled under the force of the fifth rope, and now Jane's tummy was being filled from the wrong direction. The debauchery of it melted Jane's brain. Explosions of pleasure radiated from her clit, which throbbed almost painfully as Alahna continued to stroke it in lazy circles.

After the sixth and seventh blasts of seed, Jane's stomach was full to bursting, like she'd eaten a huge meal. Her baby bump was pushed outward by her bloated tummy, making her look even more pregnant than she really was. Silvery milk was leaking from her breasts at an alarming rate.

The eighth blast pushed the rising tide of cum against the upper valve of her stomach, making that one bend and give way as well. The ninth blast forced the torrent of sperm into her esophagus. Jane's eyes shot open with surprise. This is too much. This can't be happening.

"Alahna," Jane managed to say, her body quaking and trembling as she came. "Something's happening. There's too much cum inside me... it's going to... oh fuck..."

She jumped as the tenth blast hit. Cum was rising in her throat, and Jane tasted sea salt and caramel on the back of her tongue. Trickles of bust ran out of the corners of her mouth. Alahna leaned in to investigate, her golden brown eyes widening as she admired the cum leaking over her bestie's lips. Alahna licked Jane's chin, capturing the little trails of seed hungrily.

The eleventh blast hit, and Jane sensed what was coming. Instinctively she tried to close her mouth, but it was no use. The cum in her throat was surging upwards like a geyser, forcing her jaw open.

Jane turned into a cum fountain.

She tilted her head back as cum sprayed from her mouth. It flew almost to her ceiling before raining back down on the bed, splattering her and Alahna in droplets of inky seed. Silver fluid squirted forcefully from Jane's swollen nipples. She knew she should be suffocating, drowning in cum, but somehow this felt so right. Azalok had truly claimed her now, body and soul.

As the twelfth blast welled up inside her, Jane prepared for another eruption of cum. Alahna surprised her by grabbing her face in both hands and planting her generous lips right on Jane's cum-soaked mouth.

She kissed me! thought Jane, knowing what that meant for Alahna. She only kisses people she's really serious about, which means...

There was not time to dwell on the implications. Having this be their first kiss was incredibly filthy, and Jane came with renewed intensity, vibrating with pleasure as she kissed her best friend desperately. Pressure built in Jane's body until a surge of cum rocketed from her mouth, passing straight into Alahna's. The athletic girl moaned and attempted to guzzle it all down with a lewd, suckling sound. Some squelched between their lips, drizzling down onto the Kiwi's fantastic tits. Their cum-soaked tongues lapped against each other, and Alahna moaned into Jane's open mouth.

"Incredible," said Azalok through gritted teeth. "Just... a bit... more!"

The final, thirteenth burst exploded into Jane's ass, forcing one last geyser of cum to erupt from her mouth. Alahna did her best to catch this one as well, though much of it fell sloppily between the two girls, running down their necks and tits. Alahan's ochre skin and Jane's pink skin were both thoroughly marred by Azalok's oily bust.

Their kiss broke at last, little strands of cum and spit still connecting their mouths. Alahna was panting heavily, and Jane coughed wetly, clearing some of the nut still in her throat. Amazingly, she hadn't drowned from the flood.

"Jesus Christ," said Alahna. "I can't believe that just happened. I'm so full of cum I can feel it sloshing around."

Jane took a moment to admire the gentle swell in the athletic girl's mellow-brown belly, as big as her own baby bump. Still, she couldn't help but remember how big she'd been when Azalok had pumped an entire thirteen-rope load into her fertile womb. She'd looked nine months pregnant and ready to pop.

"You think you're full?" asked Jane. "Try getting knocked up by this beast."

"Maybe next time," said Alahna, waving a tired hand. She collapsed on the pillows and curled up contentedly.

Sighing hugely with satisfaction, Azalok rolled them over so that he was spooning Jane. He withdrew his softening penis slowly, so as not to yank too hard on her guts. When it popped free, a steady trickle of cum came with it, soaking into the tan sheets of her bed.

Jane's bed -- and most of her apartment for that matter -- were absolutely soaked in Azalok's seed. But she didn't care. Jane was so tired and absolutely satisfied that all she wanted to do was sleep. She curled up behind Alahna, with Azalok behind her. Sandwiched between her bestie and her lover, Jane drifted off to a well-deserved rest.

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Jane sat up in darkness, suddenly coming awake, and for a moment she thought Azalok had ghosted her again. A moment of panic gripped her. And then...

"Over here," said a rumbling baritone voice. It was then that Jane noticed Azalok standing by the window, gazing out across the city at the river in the distance. Moonlight cast him in a shadowy silhouette, making him appear little more than a pale phantom. "I meant not to wake you. The moon is quite beautiful tonight."

Jane climbed out of bed slowly, adjusting for the weight of her baby bump. She was careful not to disturb Alahna, but the brown-skinned girl was out cold and snoring lightly. The apartment was chilly on the January evening, so Jane wrapped her naked figure in a spare blanket from the bed. Jane padded across the floor to where Azalok stood by the window. The demon was naked as well, hands clasped behind his back pensively.

"Is your friend asleep?" asked Azalok.

"Dead to the world. I slept for twelve hours straight after our first time."

"A typical reaction. You, however, seem to be developing a tolerance."

Jane felt somewhat wistful in the quiet, early-morning moment. She leaned over to her dresser and opened the top drawer, where beneath her underwear was stowed a nondescript wooden box. Inside was a lighter and several deftly-rolled joints. After raising the window and letting in the cold night air, Jane lit the tip of the joint and puffed away at it until the paper and weed caught fire. With the blanket hanging open, any neighbors who happened to look would have gotten a nice view of Jane's tits, but she didn't mind. Taking a huge lungful of smoke, Jane exhaled slowly, feeling a pleasant fuzzy warmth settling over her.

"Want some?" she asked, offering the joint to her demonic lover.

"Why not?" Azalok replied. "It has been a while since I partook of cannabis. Is this... what is the phrase... 'hydro?'"

Jane couldn't help a crazed giggle at hearing Azalok pronounce the phrase "hydro" with his stentorian elocution.

"You know it," she replied. "Only the finest since I got my medical card."

Azalok puffed on the joint, inhaling slowly before blowing out a neat circle of smoke.

"You use this to treat a medical condition?" he said skeptically.

"Uh-huh. Acute anxiety resulting from being pumped full of demon cum."

"Ah, of course," he said with a sardonic chuckle. "It does strike me as odd how uptight you humans are about drugs. In my home -- Dis, the capital city of Hell -- anything goes."

"Yeah, I'll bet," said Jane, rolling her eyes. A ludicrous thought occurred to Jane, and she couldn't help but ask. "Does Satan toke?"

"Oh, certainly. It is not his 'thing', so to speak, but he has been known to enjoy a reefer from time to time."

"Huh."

They lapsed into silence, passing the joint back and forth until it had burned down to a little square of a roach. Jane took one last puff and flicked it out the window. She impulsively leaned against Azalok, and he put his arm around her affectionately. Several thoughtful minutes passed quietly.

"What's happening to me, dude?" asked Jane in a soft voice. "All the stretching stuff with my body, this baby growing in me... I can feel myself changing. Am I even still human?"

Azalok made a low "hmm" as he pondered the question.

"I... am unsure. You are an anomaly, Jane. I mean that as a compliment. In all of my years, I have never met a human quite like you. Your child has the makings of a powerful being, and I believe that to be as much because of you as it is of me. There are certain precedents for this sort of thing, but... I must consult the Archives of Pandemonium to learn more.

"In any case, consuming so much of my seed is certainly a factor. I fear that if we continue to have liaisons such as this, your condition may become... irreversible."

"Oh," said Jane. It was all she could manage in her weed-addled state. She snuggled into his comforting arms, and Azalok put an affectionate hand on her swollen belly, feeling the life within. "Listen, Azzy."

"Azzy?"

"Yep. I decided to give you a pet name. Don't argue. Listen, Azzy. I like you. I like the sex we have. I mean, I really like it. And we're gonna have a fucking baby together, in like two weeks, according to you. So I don't care if I end up permanently altered or whatever -- just don't ghost me for a week this time, okay?"

"Okay." He planted an affectionate kiss on her head. In spite of herself, Jane felt a little tingle. God damn it. I am not falling for this dude. No way. "Perhaps next time, we can do this at my place."

"Your place?" asked Jane. "You're inviting me to Hell?"

"Why not? If you are to have a role in this child's future, you shall have to see it eventually."

"Hmm," said Jane thoughtfully. "So I'm not just a broodmare, then?"

"I am open to discussing the matter."

Jane considered what he was telling her. Instead of her life going back to normal in two weeks, she might end up actually raising the half-demon baby inside her. The possibility brought with it a whole host of questions -- would she have to leave school? Where would they live? And what the hell would she tell her parents?

But if she was truthful with herself, she had to admit that none of those things seemed to matter that much. With the river reflecting the moon outside her window, the pot she'd smoked making her brain pleasantly foggy, and her demon lover's comforting arms around her, she could only think about what was right ahead of her.

So she answered honestly.

"Hell, huh? Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that."

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WARNING! END NOTES APPROACHING!

Well, friendly readers, I find I have once again over-delivered on sex and under-delivered on plot. What can I say? Blame these rowdy characters, they just seem to insist on perverted behavior. To be honest, this one got away from me a little bit. I meant for it to be 12,000 words and finished a month ago, but, well, look how that turned out.

I have more stories in mind for Jane and Azalok -- it seems to me that all kinds of kinky stuff could happen in hell! But what abominable experiences await Jane in the underworld? And could they possibly top the absurdity you've just read? You'll just have to stay tuned to find out!

END NOTES CONCLUDED. SEE YOU, SPACE COWBOY.