The Devil's Due

“So,” Amitael finished after meticulously explaining his proposal, “this way everyone can end up happily gratified.”

“I don’t know,” said Ellen, desperately fighting her own unsatisfied urges. “Even if I were to trust you to keep your word…”

“You should,” interrupted the demon.

“Even if I did,” she continued, “I wouldn’t know what to do, and Catarina doesn’t need to finish… Doing… Well, that. You are obviously fully recovered,” she added, unable to look away from the demon’s mesmerising magenta member.

“I don’t mind, really,” simply stated her tall friend, unashamedly bending down to search for something in her luggage. “I’d rather finish what we started. And I can help you with your part,” she explained, taking out a small purple velvet bag from her backpack and handling it to her friend. “Try this.”

Ellen opened the bag. It contained a small oval vibrator. She knew that her friend used this kind of gadgets but it was her first time seeing or touching one of them.

“Why are you carrying this?” she asked, confused.

“It’s travel size,” calmly answered Catarina, making Amitael chuckle. “And very easy to use, just turn the top and press it against…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” interrupted Ellen. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

“Excellent!” merrily chanted the demon, getting up from the bed and inviting the young ladies to take her positions.

Catarina lied down on the mattress diagonally, facing the ceiling of the shack and with her head near one of the corners of the bed. Her long slim body would have almost reached the opposite corner if she had stretched her long bronzed legs. She seemed composed, as always, but the way her breasts jiggled with each breath betrayed a hint of well-hidden anxiety.

Ellen set herself above her friend on all fours, facing the opposite way and offering her generous backside to the ever-grinning devil. She was seriously reconsidering the many decisions that took her to that specific point of her life, but felt that she had gone too deep into the current events to consider backing out. Besides, she had to begrudgingly admit that the situation, as weird and awkward as it was, had been the most exciting and physically satisfying thing to happen to her. Maybe it was a bad idea to continue with the fiend’s plan but, she thought, couldn’t be worse than everything else she had done already.

Amitael rejoiced at the amazing view and rubbed his four-fingered hands together.

“Are you comfortable, ladies?” he asked, kneeling down.

Catarina enthusiastically checked that Ellen’s nether regions were in range of her lips and tongue, catching her pale friend unaware and making her produce a sharp yelp.

“Sorry, testing,” the long-legged woman said, liking her lips. “I’m in place.”

Ellen took a deep breath and turned on the small egg-shaped vibrator. She clumsily applied it on several points around her friend’s bushy pussy until she found the pearl-shaped strategic target, using the varying intensity of her friend’s muted moans as proximity indicators.

“Well. I suppose I’m ready…” She said, not very sure of her own words.

“Excellent,” answered the demon. “This,” he continued, very carefully grabbing Ellen’s massive buttocks and spreading them, “will do nicely.”

Catarina immediately resumed her oral stimulation of her friend’s glossy pink vertical smile. Ellen fought to keep her knees from buckling and tried to focus on her own task, but almost jumped forward when she felt an slippery wet sensation run up and down her buttcrack, almost touching the sensitive spots already being kissed by her friend.

“Wha...?” she tried to ask while maintaining some control over her lower body. “What are you… Doing… There?”

“It is advisable, for both of us,” calmly answered the demon, retracting his long serpentine tongue, “to properly lubricate the area.”

Amitael stood up, without taking his hands from Ellen’s rump, and repositioned himself until his inhuman manhood comfortably rested between the young lady’s ample asscheeks. As soon as she felt it, Ellen swallowed saliva and her heart started to pound as if trying to escape her chest. It was quite impressive visually, but feeling its mass and texture directly on her exposed skin, and in such a private area, was almost as unnerving as it was titillating. It felt very hot, even through the generous coat of cool demonic saliva lining her backside, and the skin was surprisingly smooth. Multiple lewd scenarios quickly crossed her usually repressed imagination, fueled by her friend’s uninterrupted caresses and the tempting piece of hard meat throbbing dangerously close to her unexplored virginal regions. She bit her lower lip and looked at the fiend’s silvery eyes.

“He-hey.” Ellen mumbled. Despite her already-confessed lack of experience, she didn’t want to appear intimidated. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing, just enjoying the view, sorry,” he replied before obediently continuing with the proposed course of action.

Amitael pushed Ellen’s buttocks closer and slowly started to move his hips, sliding his dick up and down the resulting passageway. While the exercise wasn’t as intense as Catarina’s surprisingly good first blowjob, the demon could control the rhythm and pressure of the friction on his membrum virile, and thus was able to optimise his enjoyment of the activity. Ellen’s derriere, not incredibly firm but pleasantly supple and bouncy, provided more than enough traction on the monster’s ribbed red rod. In fact, Amitael had, as demons usually do, an incredibly precise control on each minute aspect of his anatomy. This meant that he was more than capable of triggering his orgasm whenever he wished. However, the impish creature took pride and pleasure on doing things as naturally as possible. His kind had no real need of bodies but he enjoyed using one so much that he’d usually take things slowly. He had all the time in the world.

Ellen, however, was more than anxious about reaching her climax. Despite her friend’s enthusiastic first attempt at cunilingus and the unexpectedly erotic sensation of the creature’s dong hot-dogging on her bountiful buns, orgasm seemed to be always a step too far. She couldn’t stop getting distracted by her own fantasies of even more daring, more lewd, more obscene scenarios. She badly wanted the demon to break their contract and take her virginity right there, right then. She’d love to leave the stupid vibrator, sit on her best friend’s face and order her to bury her tongue in her pussy while the fiend’s fuckpole ventured into the unexplored cave on her behind. These daydreams fueled her lust even more, yet seemed to only prolong the ecstatic agony of her experience.

Catarina, meanwhile, had grown gradually more worried about her friend. Each time she thought Ellen was about to orgasm, it suddenly stopped. Cat, despite lacking practice on her current activity, had devoted quite a lot of time to studying the theory. Her knowledge of the female genitalia and of her often too insecure friend made her believe that the cause behind these interruptions should be psychological. Physically, her pale short friend was obviously enjoying the ride. Cat’s saliva was evidently not the only source of moisture on Ellen’s labia, and her petite body often trembled as if announcing an imminent wave of bliss. She had some time ago forgotten to properly use the long-legged gal’s vibratory device, leaving Catarina both preoccupied and instatisfied. The beautiful brunette, however, was not about to give up.

The demon was old and experienced enough to get an idea of what was going on with the ladies, but he felt that he had already been gracious enough with the couple of young friends. He didn’t mind they using this opportunity to work out their evidently numerous issues, but he had a payment to collect and he was just about to turn in his invoice, so to speak.

Ellen could no longer take it, she wanted to cum, asap. She was going crazy with frustration. Suddenly, something slid inside her and she shrieked. However, her panic lasted only a moment. Amitael’s schlong was still firmly trapped between her buttocks, sliding up and down with increasing speed and burning hotter than ever. The thing inside her was twisting and feeling around the walls of her love cave, seemingly searching for something. They found it and started to rub against a specific section of her innermost privates, quickly taking her to the top of the rollercoaster ride that was her pleasure.

Catarina’s unannounced manoeuvre had apparently worked, at least momentarily. Pushing  her fingers against the most sensitive area of her friend’s pussy while she continued sucking and licking her pink clitoris, the methodical lover broke through the confusion blocking Ellen’s path towards climax.

The demon silently celebrated Catarina’s triumph, feeling the quakes of ecstasy travel through the pale woman’s body as he approached his own release. He increased the speed and force of his thrusts, and increased the strength of his grip on her bouncy booty.

Ellen let out a string of increasingly louder moans and imprecations, grabbing her friend’s slender legs, looking for some support. She was close. So close. Even closer.

“Oh God!” She called. “Please don’t stop!” She begged. “Yes! Yes! Yeeeaaaes!” She shouted.

Catarina smiled smugly, or at least tried, as she escorted Ellen towards and past her first orgasm.

Amitael celebrated their achievement and his own satisfaction with a last thrust and a literal shower of metaphorical happiness. Once more, Ellen’s relatively small body ended up receiving most of the demon’s seed and substantially covered in the sticky substance. This time, however, she didn’t protest.

The pale woman tensed for a few seconds and suddenly relaxed, falling like a deflated balloon on top of her friend’s bronzed body. She was exhausted, but also tremendously satisfied, high on endorphins. Catarina, after receiving a thumbs up from the demon, snatched the still-vibrating egg from one of her hands and, with notable deftness and celerity, finished Ellen’s mediocre job.

“You could have asked for help,” commented Amitael. “I will gladly do you for free. At least once.”

While the remark was made with evident jocularity, Ellen suddenly came out of her post-orgasmic trance to defend her friend.

“No. No. No!” She said, almost jumping out of the bed to face the demon. “Nope. We are done here.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, lifting his hands defensively. “You are right, we are done. And it’s time for me to go.”

“Yes, go away you… You... You Satan!”

“Wrong name, but alright. I know when I’m not welcome,” he continued sheepishly, his form slowly shrinking into her previous human guise. “I will pick up my things and leave,” he added in the nasal voice of a small man, “I hope you can send me back quickly.”

“What?” asked Catarina, sitting in the bed. “Sending you back how?”

The demon’s transformation was suddenly cut short and he looked at the witches with a confused look in his demihuman face.

“With a ritual,” he explained, pointing at the tarpaulin with the pentagram, “like when you called me.”

“We thought you will disappear by yourself,” she calmly confessed.

“Yes, like in the movies. You know, poof!” Added Ellen, mimicking something exploding.

“No, I do not know, ladies,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Like in the movies… Good Lord.”

“Sorry,” sincerely apologised Catarina. “Can he stay the night at least?” She asked her friend, quite happy of spending more time with the interesting fiend.

“No. Nope. No way.” Ellen suddenly realised her back was covered in sticky jizz and made an expression of disgust. “He has to go and I need a shower.”

“Well, I hope there’s good reception and I can find an Uber here…” the demon said, resuming his transformation and picking up his expensive mobile phone from his clothes. “One bar. Worth a try.”

Both women were startled when they saw that the devil’s flaccid chode seemed to grow while the rest of the body shrunk. It was comically large. He noticed the stares.

“Heh. Everybody reacts the same way,” he said, shaking the long schlong as if it was a whip. “I thought it would be funny. You should see the looks it gets in the showers of the golf club. It’s even funnier because it’s uncircumcised.” He started laughing out loud.

Catarina snorted. Ellen did her best to avoid thinking about or looking at the old man’s huge hanging manhood and focusing on cleaning her back with a towel.

“I’m not even sure it works,” he added, putting on his trousers. “I’d rather use my proper body. Size is not everything.”

“Wait!” Suddenly bursted out Catarina. “What about your end of the deal?”

Ellen stared at her friend agape and then pointed an accusatory finger at the demon.

“It’s true! You owe us!” She rolled the towel she was holding, menacingly.

Amitael sighed and continued dressing.

“Show, don’t tell, ladies,” he calmly explained. “That’s what I’ve done.”

“What?” asked Ellen, tightening the towel.

“You were beautiful and attractive all along,” he continued. “I just showed you.”

“How?” inquired Cat.

“Well, I voluntarily decided to not make a deal for your souls, because I’d rather fuck you,” he said, pointing at the pair. “Hell, I didn’t even get that and I’m not the one complaining.”

“You liar!” denounced Ellen, hitting the demon with her improvised weapon.

“Careful with the clothes, please,” he said, retreating. “Look, you,” he explained, pointing at Catarina, “you could be a model if you stopped hunching down. A proper model, not the starving mannequins some designers like. That bronzed skin, those slender legs, that bouncy bosom, those succulent lips and… Phew. Don’t make me think about it, I might faint. I even appreciate the lack of landscaping, it’s refreshing to see proper female body hair sometimes. And you,” he looked at Ellen, “you might not be as devastatingly stunning as your friend, but you are disarmingly cute upstairs and extremely enticing in a primal way from the waist down. If you were not so ashamed of your urges and learned to strut your stuff, you will kill it. Besides…” Amitael moved closer to whisper at her. “I noticed the way you locked at my dick and, let me tell you, if you learn to exploit that look, you are golden. It’s like pretty Viagra. Men are fickle insecure beasts, and the almost adoring way you looked at my dong would make any man’s dick diamonds. Well, at least hetero, pan and bi men. But homosexuals and aces would feel very flattered nonetheless.”

Ellen was incredibly flustered and embarrassed by the information but she nodded thankfully when he finished.

“Gee, well, thanks,” she said, almost mumbling. “I-I suppose we are even now.”

“Great,” the old man replied, finishing the knot of his tie. “A pleasure to meet you, ladies. Any indication of where I should go to procure transportation?”

“Follow the path there to reach the road,” explained Catarina.

“Thanks.” He opened the door and went out of the cabin. “You have my cards. Send me an email next time and I’ll tell you how to call me more easily,” he added, looking at the pentagram, “and how to send me back. See you soon,” he finished, bowing and winking at the girls, and closing the door behind him.

[The end?]