The Bright Side of Eternal Damnation - Sex Stories

The Bright Side of Eternal Damnation

... mine had drained away from my brain.

My friend sighed and grabbed two metal buckets from a tower of empties by the door. He shot me a look that I shrugged off apologetically. “Let me guess. I’m going to Adam’s place on my own today.”

Following Tess up the stairs, staring up her skirt at bare cheeks rubbing against each other with each step, I still didn’t care about why I carried two heavy buckets with me. It’s when I saw her dirty bedroom completely devoid of furniture except for a round pentagram area rug and a chair on which a passed-out naked man was tied up that began to wonder if the pig’s blood should have been a red flag.

Some primal survival instinct made me turn my hips toward the exit, but a stronger breeding instinct turned them back toward Tess when she began pulling her nightgown over her head, revealing the entire soft-looking hourglass almost within arm’s reach. She brushed a nipple against my chest as she walked right by me to toss the thin garment out of her bedroom. She then locked the bedroom door with the key around her neck and swallowed it, chain and all. That’s a red flag too, right?

Seeing my mixture of arousal and horror, she explained. “Don’t worry, it’ll get flushed out.” And, remembering the naked guy held against his will, she added: “Oh, that’s just my husband. He won’t mind.”

“Won’t mind what?” With how weird the situation had gotten. Simply getting naked inside a locked bedroom wasn’t a big enough hint for me.

“Ugh,” she ...

... tapped the side of her head. “I’m so sorry, Devon; I don’t sleep much these days. I should have asked you before I swallowed the key but I guess I can still throw it up: Do you want to become possessed and fuck my brains out?” Definitely a more obvious hint.

“Hmm, if... if that’s something you’re interested in.” What was I supposed to say? 'No, thank you'? 'I’ll wait for a less ominous opportunity to have weird, kinky sex with a woman way out of my league'? She even caressed her curves as she asked for god’s sake.

She laughed at my small dick energy. “Don’t worry, you’ll be in good hands.”

I assumed she meant hers.

“Using your body as an incubus vessel is so easy, I don’t know why doctors still prescribe Viagra. All you need is a pentagram and a gallon of pig’s blood.” Tess dipped a large plastic pitcher into one of the buckets, then moved to the center of the tacky carpet to drink it. Watching and listening to her gulp down the foul liquid so eagerly was the grossest, most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Her breasts seem to swell hypnotically with every throat swallow.

She tossed the empty pitcher aside, licked her lips, then beckoned me to the pentagram rug.

I hesitated, of course. But I did it, of course. “Do I have to drink a gallon of blood too?”

She laughed again. “No, you get to enjoy the sweetness of my corrupted breast milk.”

“Oh...” I moved into her embrace. Her breasts were not just close enough to touch now, they were close enough to taste. ...