A Hard Bargain

“Nevertheless, I gladly accept your conditions,” continued the demon, proudly displaying his massive magenta man meat in front of its prospective handlers. “You make me cum twice and I’d gladly help you with your problem. This will probably be more comfortable if you let me out of the circle and we relocate to the bed,” he proposed, pointing to the double bed that took up almost a quarter of the old cottage, “but you are officially in charge until my demands are met,” he added, licking his lips with his blue serpentine tongue and putting arms behind his back.

“Makes sense,” matter-of-factly said Catarina, crouching down to blow out the two candles closer to her and inviting Amitael to step out of the pentagram.

“Thank you very much,” he said, acknowledging the gesture with a curtsey and strutting towards the bed, where he promptly laid down on his side and posed in a very photogenic fashion, showing a smile full of sharp shark-like teeth. “Ready when you are.”

Ellen, the shortest of the two amateur summoners, angrily slapped her friend on one of her long bronzed legs, visibly anxious about the situation, without taking her eyes off the demon.

“You could have waited before you let him out!” she protested. “Who knows what can he do to us now?”

“Sorry,” said her friend, crouching down to answer at an appropriate height. “He seemed pretty collaborative and I’d rather finish this quickly.”

“You can take your time, if you want,” helpfully commented Amitael. “But it’d be rather nice if you start soon. I’m a busy person.”

Ellen.

“Do you even know what to do?” Ellen asked her friend, ignoring the suggestion. “We are about to turn twenty this year and neither of us have had any experience with boys, that sort of was the point of doing... This...” She pointed at the tarpaulin with blood-drawn symbols and black candles.

“Well, I’ve watched some documentaries. It didn’t look particularly difficult,” she answered, very expressively mimicking some scenes she recalled. “Besides, we can look at it as an opportunity to learn.”

“I could give you tips!” volunteered the demon.

“See?” added Catarina. “It’s also in his best interest.”

“Alright then,” said Ellen after some introspection. “You go first, then. I’ll watch and learn.”

Catarina sighed and looked at her uncooperative and obviously uncomfortable friend.

“Okay, Ellie, chill.” The tall girl patted her friend’s head and ruffled her hair. “It will be okay.” She turned around and faced the demon, who was patiently whistling a tune. “Would you mind sitting down?”

Amitael swiftly change position and sat on the edge of the bed, demonspreading  and laying back a bit to better display his hot hard hellish serving of sexual sausage for the ladies’ benefit. Catarina almost laughed out loud at the irreverent spontaneity with which the demon behaved but managed to contain the outburst and carefully approached him. Ellen, meanwhile, kept herself a couple of steps behind, trying to appear uninterested but unable to take her eyes off the scarlet shlong.

The tall young woman knelt in front of the devil’s junk and studied it carefully. The demonic member sprouted from the dense grey fur covering Amitael’s lower body like a bright red exotic plant shooting up from an overgrown patch of curly grass. The fleshy organ was throbbing and twitching with anticipation. Its shape was slightly different from the ones Catarina had seen on pornographic videos: the shape of its tip was slightly pointed, similar to the lower end of a banana, there was no change of colour between the shaft and the glans, the sides of the trunk were covered in rounded ridges and the balls, if there were any, were very well hidden in the abundant fur of the creature.

She took a deep breath and extended a hand to touch it. She started by running her fingers on one of its sides, following the upwards curvature of the phallus. It reacted to her touch by trembling slightly. It was firmly erect and gave away a lot of heat. The red skin was unexpectedly smooth and the small bumps on its sides were surprisingly bouncy. It was covered in a thin glossy layer of transparent goo. She closed her hand around the shaft and mentally compared its girth and length with the ones she had seen in the videos. It was probably a bit thicker overall due to the ribbed protrusions on the side, but not especially long or big compared with the already well-endowed actors. It was, however, way bigger than any of her toys. Catarina, despite being understandably nervous about the whole thing, was slightly impressed by the piece of meat she was inspecting, but not particularly intimidated.

Ellen, meanwhile, was noticing a warm tingling sensation spread out towards her nether regions as she watched her friend touch the fiend’s fiery fuckpole. However, she decided to ignore the familiar feeling and silently kept watching the scene unfold.

“About those tips,” asked Catarina, holding Amitael’s cock like a jet pilot handles a joystick, “what is the fastest way to do it?”

The demon snorted, strangely fascinated by the girl’s prosaic attitude.

“That’s a difficult question,” he said. “It depends. But, since you don’t seem very experienced, oral should be faster than jerking me off.”

“I hope you don’t expect her to suck you off!” Ellen shouted at the demon, feeling a sudden rush of indignation and a small sting of envy. “Cat, don’t do it!”

“I really don’t mind,” she said, quickly sampling the slimy skin with the tip of her tongue, “it doesn’t even taste that bad.”

“Cat!” protested her friend, feeling the saliva build up in her own mouth. “Don’t!”

“Relax, Ellie,” she said to her friend before sliding her tongue around the demon’s glossy glans. “Disfeelgud?” she asked without retracting her tongue. The demon nodded and gave a thumbs up, while his stubby scaled tail wiggled happily on his back. “Aight.”

Catarina started slowly, using her tongue to wash the top of the cock without removing her hand from its base. The liquid covering the phallus had a slightly salty flavour but the flesh itself was almost tasteless, and it was so clean and smooth that licking it was easy and felt surprisingly nice and it gave off a faint musky aroma that was somewhat arousing. Each time she did something particularly enjoyable for the demon his member seemed to twitch and tremble in her hands, which gave the young woman a sort of tactile feedback of her progress. Catarina was getting a bit excited by the obviously erotic task but she regarded herself as a task-oriented person and was focusing only on finishing her job.

Ellen had instinctively been moving closer to her friend as the oral session progressed until she was watching the scene from just above her shoulder. She didn’t expect Cat to be so engrossed on this kind of activity. She never thought that her friend really cared all that much about finding a boyfriend or having sex, which had made her own ever-increasing sexual frustration even more exasperating. The two friends had been brought up in homes with similar conservative values, and Ellen had learned to fear and hate her own unsatisfied carnal urges, while Catarina just didn’t seem to care. This made watching her friend blew the ever-smiling demon somehow even more mystifying and arousing, and made poor Ellen detest herself even more.

Amitael, meanwhile, was having a hell of a time. The young witch managed to compensate her lack of experience with almost professional dedication and the trip to climax town had been incredibly enjoyable so far. However, in a gesture of pure candid generosity, he offered another tip to the young woman.

“It will be even faster,” he said as he tapped nervously the floor with one of his hooves, “if you also use your lips.”

Catarina, who was almost transfixed by the simple recursion of tongue movements, upon hearing the advice immediately recalled other details from the “instructional” videos. Since the activity had been safe so far, she promptly followed the vague instructions, trying her best to mimic the actions of the  actresses she had researched. She started kissing the sides of the shaft, running her mouth up and down as if she was playing a fleshy armonica, then she repeated the well-received routine on the opposite side of the burning-hot red rod. Following the usual patterns she had learned from the audiovisual material, it seemed only appropriate to use her lips to kiss and envelop the tip of the glans, which she proceeded to invite into her mouth and greet with a generous tongue massage. Catarina combined this with a slow pumping motion, moving her hands and her mouth in opposite directions. She suddenly felt on her palm an increment in pressure and temperature that she correctly interpreted as a warning signal, taking the dick out of her mouth just in time.

The demon resented not finishing between the incredibly soft, thick and succulent lips of the young woman, but he mentally complemented her perfectly timed dodge. The hairy body of the devil tensed for an instant, his weirdly attractive face momentarily freezing in a comic grimace, and then he abruptly relaxed and climaxed. He came profusely and with inhuman force, shooting almost a dozen of short salvos of sticky demonic seed. Most of them ended up spraying Ellen, who had been closely monitoring her friend’s progress, and instantly became a living testament to the bountifulness of the demon’s yet unseen bollocks. Catarina felt the phallus quickly shrink  in her grasp as it visibly retracted and disappeared into its refuge in Amitael’s grey pubic forest.

“Wow,” the demon said, laughing and shouting over Ellen’s multiple expressions of disgust, “one down. Really good effort, young lady. Three and a half stars.”

A dissatisfied expression crossed Catarina’s face, who resented not being scored better as she was absent-mindedly collecting a bit of the sperm that had landed on her shoulder. At least her part was done. She turned her focus towards her friend, who seemed too grossed out by the white goo covering her face and body to do anything to remove it. She looked at the slimy substance she had collected with her hand, then to her friend and lastly to the evidently not-erect demon. She sniffed the sticky liquid. It smelled quite different to what she expected, a bit like very recently poured bitter lemonade.

“Is it dangerous?” she asked, pointing to the liquid.

“No. No, it’s very much like a human’s,” the demon explained, still displaying a glowing post-orgasmic smile. “I personally think it tastes better and has a better nutritional value. But I might be biased.”

Catarina casually licked her hand and tasted the substance. It wasn’t a particularly nice flavour, but neither was Vodka’s, and she always helped Ellen finish the bottles. She liked her hand clean with absolute naturality, not even trying to pretend that it was more erotic or disgusting. Amitael watched and nodded approvingly, feeling his admiration towards the strange girl increase. Ellen, so shocked that she had immediately stopped worrying about her gross glossy frosting, glared at her friend completely dumbfounded.

“Well,” said the tall young woman, smacking her lips with sincere indifference, “I’ve had worse.” She turned around and put her hands on Ellen’s shoulders. Despite her previous disinterest in the night’s unexpected sexual activities, she felt a sudden rush of excitement thinking about what she was going to do now. “Ellen, relax. I’ve got a plan.”

[To be continued]