The Bright Side of Eternal Damnation - Sex Stories

The Bright Side of Eternal Damnation

... My mouth instinctively latched on the nipple to suckle harder than a baby ever could.

I want you to grow up big and strong,” she said, and when you have your lips and hands around succulent breasts for the first time, you miss a lot of red flags.

I didn’t believe in that demon stuff yet. Not for another 2 minutes. At the time, I just felt bad that in Tess’s satanic ritual fantasy, she had to drink a gallon of pig’s blood while I indulged in sweet heavenly nectar sucked straight from the nipple of her engorged breasts. The taste of breastmilk was hard to describe —honey with some strange unholy aftertaste— but through Tess’ moans and her hands in my hair, I was encouraged to suck more and more. Harder and harder. She giggled in delight when I grabbed her other plump juicy breasts and squished it against the first to get two nipples in my mouth.

The hands wringing the deliciously cursed milk out of amazingly soft boobies began to squeeze harder than they probably should, then harder than I wanted them to, then harder than I should have been able to. My whole body was changing, but I didn’t know that yet. All I saw were bigger hands tearing out of my normal hands. Yes, there was some physical pain, but not nearly enough to justify bones growing and twisting, tissues sundering and re-layering, and my cock... my cock felt like it was constantly ejaculating cock-matter onto itself and shaping it like putty into a spongy battering ram of flesh.

When my head bumped ...

... against the 8-foot ceiling, I started believing in demonic possession. I don’t know how the Incredible Hulk manages to keep part of his pants; all my clothes had been ripped to shred by the wild growth. Tess’ feet no longer reached the floor. She was sitting on my body-pillow size erection with her tits stretched up to reach my mouth. Whoops, I was still sucking.

I only willed my mouth to let go of the nipple and let the breasts bounce back into their perfect original shape once the milk supply ran low. I wanted to apologize but it’s like the concept of ‘going too far’ was suddenly elusive and I couldn’t think of a reason to apologize. Instead, I grabbed this busty plaything by the waist, enjoying the feel of her soft breasts resting atop my massive thumb, and gave her entire face a lick with a tongue that belonged in an elephant’s mouth.

“Don’t fight him, Devon,” Tess moaned at me while rubbing her wet pussy against my monstrous shaft. Apparently, getting a dripping saliva facial was too much foreplay for her taste. “Let him take over.”

So she only wanted me to hold the door for her friend from another dimension? That got me angry. I think. I was 99% horny, so my anger didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. I wanted to resist the possession as an act of childish defiance, but the devil on my shoulder had straight up murdered the angel on the other side and we kind of agreed on a lot of things.

I spend a whole second angling my cock with my sex toy’s pussy ...