Chapter Two #2
Trevor’s thoughts leech into mine as we take in her fully naked form, the tan lines of a postage-stamp sized bikini evident in the pale lines crisscrossing her hips and ribcage.
The rest of her isn’t particularly dark, just a slightly bronzer shade of peach, pigmenting her limbs, back, stomach, and most of two round cheeks she exposes when she bends over onto the bed.
She waggles her ass at us impatiently, reaching her manicured fingers between her legs and peeling her smooth lower lips apart to reveal her most intimate parts.
“Come on, Trev, I know you miss this naked pussy…” she purrs, and the chub we’ve been sporting springs to full-mast quickly enough to make us lightheaded.
Sweet Lucifer, this chick is something else.
Harley… Her name comes to me again as Trevor’s lusty thoughts rise to the surface. I throttle him a little bit, shoving his voice to the background until he’s more of an observing presence instead of a co-conspirator in his own revenge plot.
“You know, this would be easier if you stopped saying his name so much,” I grunt, walking forward until the fronts of Trevor’s legs are flush against her thighs.
Once again, I thank my lucky stars that this man’s mind isn’t a fortress.
Control of his limbs becomes easier with each passing second, and the sensation of Harley’s soft skin brushing against his feels almost as good as it would in my own body.
An involuntary shudder travels through us as the underside of Trevor’s rock hard erection rubs against the damp skin of her channel.
Fuck she’s wet already. Did she masturbate or something before summoning me?
“What, you want me to scream ‘Shortstack’ when you rut inside me?” Harley whips her pigtails around as she cranes her neck to look at us looming behind her. “I didn’t realize you were so sentimental with your clients. Feels a little like a conflict of interest.”
I spank her. She gasps, then chuckles.
“Ooo, you’re gonna punish me now, Impy? Give me a spanking?” She pouts her lip and rubs against us again. Trevor’s cock twitches, and part of me wants to deny her what she clearly wants. Draw out her suffering. Making her beg calls to the demon in me.
This little cunt is literally asking for punishment, and I can’t think of any humans I’ve worked with who probably deserve it more.
She’s been bossing me around without a hint of respect since she summoned me here, and that’s after she haggled on the price.
I get that this is a contract and all, but that’s no excuse to be a bitch.
Pigtails needs to learn her fucking place.
I’m not some random imp—I’m Lucifer’s chief weapon’s expert.
And she’s treating me like some sort of whore.
I mean, technically, I guess if you look at it in a certain light, this could be filed under the sex-work umbrella, but I’m not some Hell-bound streetwalker. I’m a skilled laborer.
And this is a teachable moment.
I summon the full extent of muscular strength in Trevor’s skinny arms (what little there is), raise my hand, and smack Blondie’s round ass with an audible crack that makes her cry out.
“Ah! Fuck!” Her head jerks back and I see the whites of her eyes before they roll closed, her long black lashes fluttering when I strike again. “That’s right, baby, give it to me! Punish me with your cock!”
I lose myself in her cries for a moment, tilting our hips back and sheathing our aching cock into her hot, tight pussy in one quick thrust. She gasps again, then moans, and I swear I can feel the vibrations of her groaning all the way to our balls.
Fuuuuck, Trevor whimpers in my mind, and my eyes snap open.
Yeah, kid, you ain’t wrong.
This is some USDA Grade-A cunt.
Pushing Trevor’s soul to the backburner once again, I allow myself to take over more of his body, stretching my essence all the way to his fingertips and toes as I wriggle them into the plush carpet and grasp onto Harley’s slutty hips, digging his human fingers into her soft skin.
She sinks into my grip, falling to her forearms on the comforter and changing the angle of her hips so her ass is even more on display.
I revel in the sensations as my connection to Trevor’s body solidifies.
Now, it’s me feeling the drag of her pussy walls against our cock, and I set a punishing pace, pausing only to deliver another blow or two to the pinkening skin of her ass and upper thighs.
Her noises become even sluttier, pitch rising into the stratosphere as she wails and keens her wordless cries of pleasure. At one point, Trevor’s balls pull tight, and I have to withdraw for a second to get our shit together.
Of course this kid would be a 30-second Stan.
“Turn over,” I growl, voice coming out hoarse and winded through Trevor’s throat. “I wanna see those slutty bags bounce.”
“Who knew you were such a romantic?” Harley teases, taking her sweet-ass time as she gathers her messy hair off her neck and adjusts herself until she’s spread-eagle on the king-size bed. “You’re gonna have to make this last, you know. Until his parents get here.”
Fuck!
Trevor’s panic rises to the forefront, and I suppress him once more until his fear is just an undercurrent. If I allow him too much control, he’ll go soft—but letting in a little anxiety will help keep him from blowing his load too early.
Like thinking about baseball. Except it’s thinking about his parents.
I crawl onto the bed with her, kneeling and lifting her legs until they’re out in a V against my chest and her wet hole is open on my lap.
Her tits spill down the slope of her torso, the swell of them obscuring her collarbones as I tilt her even more, tossing her knees over our shoulders and resting her ass on our chest as I lower Trevor’s face to the apex of her sweet, meaty thighs.
Her eyelashes flutter.
“Oh fuck, Trev, that’s a new one for you. Or is this all you, Shortstack? You like eating human pussy?”
I consider biting her for a moment, if for nothing else than to get her to shut up, but then I smell her sweet musk through his human nose.
I feel my hunger rise.
Because, let’s be real here: it doesn’t matter how good a shot you might be with a P-Pistol, you don’t go into this line of work if you don’t like eating pussy. Or ass.
I lick a long line from the crest of her mound and over her twitching clit, down, down between the sweet globes of her ass and into her tightest hole.
“Ah!” She squirms, and I grip her tighter, wrapping our arms around her thighs until she’s completely trapped. “Fu–im–imp, stop it, stop–”
I pause, tongue poised mere millimeters away from that puckered bud. I want her. Her scent is intoxicating, so much so I’m not even sure who’s enjoying it more—me or Trevor.
“Oh? You don’t like a little ass play?” I ask, voice muffled in the cleft of her ass. “You sure?”
I let our lips rumble against her taint, and I feel her shudder against our face. I chuckle, and she moans again.
“I don’t—like that—hole,” she stutters out. She strains against us, and I can tell she’s surprised by Trevor’s increased strength. Her eyes widen. “P–please. Stop. I…please, demon, not there.”
I pull back, just a bit.
Her tone is… surprising. Not to put too fine a point on it, but butt stuff is a pretty weird line to draw when you’ve hired a demon to fuck you while wearing your ex’s skin.
Still, her expression is serious as she begs me with total sincerity—more vulnerability than I’ve seen from her the entire night—and it gives me pause.
I lift my head from her lap and meet her gaze. “It’s Az.”
“Az?”
“That’s my name. You can use it.”
“Az,” she repeats, and I can just barely see her try to shutter the fear in her eyes as her chest swells with breath. “Az, not there. Okay?”
“Harley–” I start to respond, when a door clicks open somewhere in the house.