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Demon Seed (g, ped, hc, anal)
by Inno Cencelost
Aqwar clung to the rough-textured side of the brick building about 20 feet
off the ground, peering around the corner at the street below, watching.
A long low growl gurgled from his throat. It wasn't an aggressive growl.
It was a hungry one. The type of nervous growl issued by a predator watching
his prey, anticipating the taste of it.
He couldn't be seen, and he couldn't be heard. He was definitely not of this
world. But he could see fine, and what he was seeing at that moment pleased
him.
How old she might be in human years, he didn't know, perhaps 10, maybe 11.
He'd long ago stopped caring. It only mattered that she was young, prepubescent,
undeveloped, not yet experiencing even a hint of the changes that would turn
her into a young adult.
And it wasn't just youth that Aqwar was looking for. There was something
else. What was it? Attitude, pride, perhaps bravery and a sense of adventure,
mixed with just a little bit of carelessness. There is a light sprinkling
of it in most little girls, and it is strong in some. For Aqwar, it represented
a weak point in thin armor, a doorway into a young girl's heart. His success
in this sport, was directly related to his ability to recognize it and capitalize
on it.
As he watched the carefree little waif making her way down the sidewalk below
him, he sensed that it was very strong in this little girl. He could see
it in the way she carried herself, in the hop in her step, in the way her
hair bounced and flayed with her gait. He could feel it in the thump-thump
of her young heart. His pointy ears twitched nervously. This one would be
worth a visit.
He sighed as the girl walked out of view around the corner. He would see
more of her later.
Aqwar slowly turned his head, pleased with himself that he had found a prospect.
He paid no attention to the other humans on the street below him. He had
no interest in them. His thick legs swelled as he prepped himself for the
leap, then released like coil springs, propelling him easily across the 40
foot laneway onto the wall of the next building. In a flash, he had scaled
the wall, was over the roof and gone, without a sound, his two-foot tail
following him proudly.
Like I said, Aqwar was not of this world. He was only visiting, to practice
his sport, to engage in his life-calling. Most of us would call him evil
of the worst kind. But he didn't see himself that way. He held no malice
for his young targets. He wished them and their unsuspecting families no
harm. Actually, in his arrogance and his contempt for the inferior human
species, he considered it a benevolent act on his part, to give little girls
his demon seed, to watch it live within them.
There were others like him, lone hunters, wandering the world, silently stalking
their prey. But not all shared his taste for young human girls. Others sought
out young boys with as much enthusiasm, a practice that Aqwar sneered at.
He wouldn't even go to young boys in desperation, when he needed it badly.
They were far too easy, too willing, no challenge. He feared little boys
would take the edge off his skill. Still others belonged to a select group
of demons with a taste for adult women of the cloth, women who had chosen
to forsake worldly pleasures for a life in the service of a spiritual lord.
But for Aqwar it was young girls and nothing else. It was solitary life.
Demons don't socialize.
Aqwar found her easily that night. He had imprinted her thought patterns.
He could track her anywhere.
From a slight crouch, he jumped straight up 20 feet to grab a branch of the
tree beside her house, then swung onto the roof, took four steps and flipped
down over the side of the building, peering into her bedroom window.
A closed window was no barrier to him. He willed his way through it without
a sound and stood there at the foot of the little girl's bed, his night eyes
seeing clearly in the darkness.
Aqwar let his body heat fill the room as he surveyed the subtle shape of
the sleeping girl. Then he was over her, but not on the bed. He was weightless,
suspended in the air above her, looking closely at her sleeping face.
His touch was light as a feather, as he lifted the blankets and pulled them
down, revealing the sleeping little girl underneath. She was laying face-down,
turned a little to one side with her legs slightly bent. She was dressed
in a knee-length night dress, with the hem pulled up a little and laying
across her thighs.
Aqwar wasted no time. He left the blankets laying in a heap at the end of
the bed and quickly shifted back up, working ever-so-carefully, his practiced
fingers finding the hem of her night dress, pulling it up.
A low, throaty growl gurgled from him as he unveiled the young girl's bottom,
delicately wrapped in the soft film of her white cotton underwear.
He worked carefully, calling on a subtle form of his magic and the skill
of his practiced fingers, pulling the girl's night dress up, tugging it gently
out from underneath her, finally leaving it bunched up around her shoulders.
It seemed effortless, and prompted only a slight murmur from her.
Grinning widely, in eager anticipation, Aqwar turned his attention to the
girl's underwear, his demon fingers tucking under the elastic waistband,
gently pulling it down, carefully working the material over the roundness
of the lovely bottom, remembering those soft cheeks flexing and moving as
he watched her walk down the street earlier in the day, exposing them, seeing
them naked, seeing that gentle valley smiling at him, enticing him, inviting
him. The girl moaned softly and moved, turning to lay flat on her mattress.
Aqwar took advantage of her shifting weight, tugged her underwear out from
under her hips, and pulled them down onto her thighs, stripping her, leering
at the lovely soft round cheeks of her naked bottom.
A hungry gurgle worked its way out of his throat. His demon cock thickened
and hardened into a stiff pole. She had a beautiful little ass. She was perfect.
Aqwar quickly slipped the girl's underwear down past her knees to her ankles,
pulling the material off one foot, leaving it wrapped around the other. He
lifted her legs and spread them wide, then settled down on the bed between
them, on his knees, leaning over her, blowing softly in her ear.
This was the hard part...waking her.
He wormed his way into her thoughts, leaving a little trail of smoke that
became the seed of a dream, a soft, warm, contented dream that made her feel
good, and filled her with a pleasant anticipation.
She murmured and stirred.
Aqwar let her feel the heat from his body radiating down on her, calming
her.
She stirred again, reaching up to tuck her hands underneath her pillow, hugging
its puffy softness.
She was almost awake.
He whispered to her.
"Hello precious," he said softly.
She murmured, unsure whether it was a voice she heard, or a dream of one.
"It's ok my darling," he purred in her ear. "Don't be nervous."
She pressed her face into the pillow.
"Are you a good girl?" he asked her gently.
"Mmmn," she murmured softly, then replied. "yes."
"Good," he whispered. "Because I've come to give you a present."
"Nnnm," she stirred again, beginning to think. "A present?"
"Ohh yes," he cooed in her ear. "A very special present. I have to put it
inside you."
Aqwar lowered himself slightly, allowing his penis to touch her, laying it
slowly down on the cheeks of her naked young bottom, feeling her twitch at
the contact.
If she panicked, he would put her gently back to sleep, and leave her room
in failure. It wasn't an outcome he desired.
He sighed heavily as she moved her bottom slightly, trying to get a sense
of the warm thing laying her skin.
He had chosen well. She had the soft warmth of his stiff demon cock, cradled
between her cheeks, and she was showing no signs of rejection. He could feel
his imminent success.
Then a soft sound came to them from the hallway outside the girl's bedroom,
light feminine steps on the thick carpet.
"Mommy?" the little girl murmured softly.
Catastrophe loomed. If the woman entered the room, his game would be up.
It's not that he might be captured. That was impossible. If she entered the
room the woman would not even know he had been there, except that she might
feel the remains of his heat, and sniff curiously at the lingering scent
of his sex as she surveyed the nearly naked form of her young daughter laying
in her bed, with her night dress pulled up to her shoulders, and her underwear
pulled down and wrapped around one ankle.
If the woman interrupted them, his intimate enjoyment of this little girl
would no longer be possible, and he would go unfulfilled into the night.
Aqwar moved quickly to rescue his project, leaning down close to whisper
in her ear.
"Shhhhh, my precious," he whispered softly. "Let's not call mommy right now.
If you're very quiet, I'll give you your present."
Aqwar's heart quickened as the girl murmured softly, then drew silent, and
the light sounds in the hallway outside the room faded away to nothing. He
would have her.
Moving slowly, blowing softly in the little girl's ear, the demon pulled
back a little more, letting the tip of his swollen member slip further down
the gentle valley between the cheeks of her bottom, announcing its presence,
suggesting its destination.
He felt her twitch and tremble lightly. He heard a low murmur of apprehension.
"Shhhh my sweet," he whispered. "Don't be nervous."
The little girl's body twitched again as he pressed forward, never wavering
from his path, urging his member to squeeze gently between her cheeks, finding
his target with the tip. He sighed. He was at the doorway.
His demon shaft was not human tool. And it was not big and gnarled, as you
might think a demon's would be. It was a special organ, slim and finely shaped,
perfectly suited to the task, elegantly designed, like a surgical instrument.
It also had a unique function that allowed it to clear it's own trail.
As Aqwar's member pressed up between the little girl's cheeks, it emitted
a warm, slippery fluid with very special properties. The fluid acted as a
lubricant to ease his entry, as an anesthetic to eliminate pain, and as a
gentle intoxicant to numb a little girl's inhibitions.
He waited, letting his fluid do its work, feeling her young body twitch underneath
him, hearing her whimper softly.
Then moving slowly but with determination, he gently arched his lower back,
pushing his hips forward, pressing the tip of his hard member up against
the tight circle of her little doorway.
"Ok my precious," he whispered softly, blowing a gentle wind in her ear,
calming her. "Open up so I can give you your present."
It was such an intimate moment, to feel her apprehension, to hear her gasp
softly, to sense his intoxicant working on her, and then to feel her give
in and relax her doorway, pushing back a little, opening up for him, giving
him permission, taking the head of his demon cock inside her, squeezing it
in a tight warm embrace.
"That's it my sweet," he whispered. "That's a good girl. Let me inside you."
As he entered her, Aqwar issued another warm flush of slippery fluid from
his member, releasing it inside her, ensuring his success, hearing her gasp.
Very gently, slowly, he penetrated her, deeper and deeper, inching up inside
her, filling her, listening to her whimper, letting her feel the length of
him, until finally, his hairy demon balls were touching her, and the entire
five inches of his slim demon cock was buried in her bottom.
There was no turning back.
You might think it strange, but Aqwar lived by a rigid code, a sort demons'
rules of conduct. He was not, under any circumstances, allowed to rape a
little girl who had become his prey. He could trick her, certainly, he could
use whatever powers of persuasion and coercion he could muster to seduce
her, he could use his intoxicant to dissolve her inhibitions and fear, but
when it came to the act of pushing his demon cock into her young ass, she
had to be awake, she had to be aware, and she had to be willing.
And the little girl underneath him was perfect. She'd fallen prey to his
silver tongue and his soft windy voice. She'd let herself be tricked by his
gentle words, and by the soft darkness and creamy warmth in the room. She'd
let him push his demon cock up her ass. And he'd followed all the rules.
He had her. She was his to enjoy.
Aqwar worked his magic and sealed her lips so she could not cry out, and
then for a ten full minutes he claimed his prize. He let the little girl
underneath him feel the depth of his hot demon passion. With his warm anesthetic
cream, he conducted an effective preemptive strike on her nerve ends, eliminating
the possibility of pain. Everything else he let her feel. He took her with
long aggressive strokes, pushing deep, pulling out, pumping her, grunting
like an animal in her ear, letting his lust loose, giving her, at her young
age, what many grown women never experience, showing her what it feels like
to have her delicate, precious little ass penetrated sexually, holding onto
her hips, lifting her, driving his cock into her, feeling his hairy balls
slap her little vagina, fucking her like a demon.
He felt her body twitch and shake with little tremors, and heard sharp gasps
blasting from her nostrils as he fucked her. She was beautiful. She was perfect.
He approached release. It grew inside him. He leaned down closer to her body
and slowed the fucking action of his demon cock in her ass.
"Here we go my precious," he whispered in her ear. "We're almost there."
With two more long slow pumps of his member, his release came, arcing his
upper body straight up off her, pushing his hips forward, impaling her deeply.
Aqwar worked his magic again and masked his voice, hiding it from the girl
and from the other humans in the house. Then he released a long wailing,
raging roar as his cock pumped a hot stream of fluid into the girl's very
receptive little ass, making good on his promise to give her a present, sowing
his demon seed, burying it deep inside her.
When he was done, he retracted his member and let her body fall limp onto
the bed, watching it heave with her heavy breaths. Then he lifted off her
and rose up.
Aqwar stood at the foot of her bed and watched her for a few moments, laying
there face down, her hands tucked under her pillow, her little night dress
still clumped up around her shoulders, her panties still holding onto one
of her ankles, her legs spread wide. He smiled as he watched her squirm,
her young body twitching and trembling lightly, her hips lifting off the
bed accenting the lovely round curves of the delicate young ass he had just
fucked.
She gasped and whimpered a couple of times. He murmured his approval. His
seed was working inside her, growing, finding her blood stream, passing through
her young heart, spreading through her body.
He left her like that, slipping through her window, out into the dark night,
basking in the triumph of conquest, still glowing in the deep emotional pleasure
of his success, intensely pleased that the hunt had gone well, that he had
managed to sneak into bedroom of a little human girl, strip her panties off,
and talk her into letting him slip his stiff demon cock between her cheeks,
and push it right up inside her. He felt a warm shiver flirt over him as
he remembered and embraced the profound physical exhilaration he had felt
as he showed the little girl his raw passion, and gave her the present he
had promised her, holding her by the hips, fucking her like an animal, pumping
his hot demon seed deep into her snug, warm, and very receptive young ass.
He would be back. It wasn't enough to plant his seed. He had to give it time
to germinate, and then make another visit to give it the fertilizer that
would ensure it's life-long survival in the girl's body.
There was still a possibility that things might go wrong. Some young human
girl's, who seem receptive enough in accepting the seed, for some reason
find their bodies rejecting it over the following few days.
Aqwar would see about this one. He had high hopes. He waited seven days.
During that time he knew his seed would be working inside the girl. It would
cause some problems for her. Of course her little bottom would be tender
for a while. She would feel weak and want to sleep much of the time, and
she would experience a slight fever for a couple of days. But no real harm
would come to her. And if all went well, she would be ready for his return.
A week later he was back, clinging to the brick wall outside her bedroom,
peering through her window into the darkened room. He could see the shape
of her in her bed. She was laying on her back, half-sitting, her head and
shoulders propped up on her pillow. He saw her move. She was awake. It was
a good sign. She was waiting for him.
Aqwar willed his way through her window, drifting into her room to stand
at the foot of her bed. He heard her gasp, sensing his presence. He let her
see him, as he really was, with his pale grey skin, his stocky and muscular
body, his round head and pointed ears, his wide face with its big mouth and
exaggerated angular features.
His tail twitched nervously as he watched her tremble. In human terms, he
was ugly, but if his seed lived within her, that wouldn't matter.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked her in his deep, windy voice.
"yes," she gasped.
"Do you know why I'm here?"
"yes."
"Do you want it?"
Her body twitched, she gasped, then answered him.
"yesss," she whispered, her young eyes wide with anxiety, as if she was surprised
by her own response.
"Hmmm," he gurgled. "Gooood. Very good."
His body lifted off the floor and as if in slow motion, moved effortlessly
closer to her and settled down onto the mattress at the foot of her bed.
"Let me see you," he instructed.
The girl gasped, her breath quickening. She hesitated for a moment, closed
her eyes, then very slowly began to push the covers down off her body, down
off her flat chest, her soft tummy, and further, past her little mound, down
onto her legs, leaving the sheet and blanket bunched up across the middle
of her thighs, protectively bringing both her hands up to cover the area
at the top of her thighs.
She was naked.
"Hmmm, all the way down," Aqwar urged her.
The girl gently scissored her legs, kicking the blanket and sheet right down
off her, leaving it bunched up at her feet.
"Good girl," he murmured his approval.
She was so beautiful, laying there, naked, in the dim light of the darkened
room, ready for him, waiting for him, a look of nervous anticipation on her
young face, with her soft, pale white skin, her tiny pink nipples, and the
little circle of her belly button exposed.
"Now, move your legs apart," Aqwar instructed her in a deep windy voice.
"And take your hands away. Let me see you."
The girl let out a quivering gasp as she followed the demon's instructions
moving her legs apart, bending her knees, spreading wide. Then biting her
lower lip, she gently lifted her hands, one at a time, and moved them away
from her mound, exposing herself, letting him see that very private part
of her young body, showing it to him.
Aqwar straightened up and issued a low rumbling growl from deep in his throat.
"That's it," he murmured to her. "Hmmm, such a lovely little cunt you have
my precious."
He watched her eyes open, dazed over, awake but dreaming. He'd seen that
look before. She was consumed by the power of his seed. It was working in
her. She was his.
"Look," he said, moving his hand, sweeping it downward, drawing her eyes
with it.
His demon cock had begun to harden as she lifted her hands and showed him
her little cunt. Now it was a stiff pole sticking lewdly out from his pelvis,
pointing at her.
He snickered lightly as he watched her eyes open wide. She actually trembled
at the sight of his cock.
"Yes precious," he whispered to her. "It's for you."
Her breath came in labored gasps as she stared intently as his pulsing demon
cock. There was no fear in her, just a deep, nervous anticipation, and something
else, something that looked strangely out of place, an odd manifestation
of adult desire and hunger, in the eyes of a little girl.
"Come closer," he urged her.
The girl followed his instructions as if in a trance, leaning forward, rolling
onto her bottom, bringing her hands down onto the mattress between her legs,
her eyes never leaving the stiff pole of his cock pointing lewdly out at
her.
"Closer," he said in a husky whisper.
The girl moved again, pulling her legs back, sliding them underneath her,
rising slightly up onto her knees, leaning closer, stepping her hands forward
on the mattress.
"Closer," he continued, a toothy grin on his demon face.
She pulled right up onto her knees and crawled toward him, her eyes fixated
on his stiff cock, moving to it.
Aqwar grinned widely and reached out to slip his gnarled fingers into her
hair, holding her head, applying a little pressure, tilting it back. His
cock pulsed and swelled, lifting up, mocking her, daring her.
"Take it," he urged her.
Aqwar smiled as he watched the little girl's jaw drop open.
"Yes," he gurgled. "That's what you need."
Aqwar's cock swelled once more, coming out to meet her, as she leaned forward
and impaled her face on it, taking it into the soft, wet warmth of her young
mouth.
"Ahhggh," he growled as he felt her mouth envelope him.
It was always such a treat to have a little human girl's mouth on his cock.
He watched her gasp as his shaft swelled once more and thickened up in her
mouth.
"Now suck it," he told her.
She did as he asked, wrapping her mouth around his cock, pulling in her cheeks,
sucking him.
He was a demon, not a man. Pumping at this point would do nothing. He needed
to deliver the fertilizer that would feed his seed and keep it alive inside
her for the rest of her life. But it was stored deep down inside his balls.
She had to suck it out of him. She had to siphon him.
He coaxed her on, watching with satisfaction as she followed his instructions
and applied a deep suction on his cock with her mouth, holding it, then releasing,
then drawing in again, pulling the fluid up from his balls, a look of deep
concentration on her face.
He felt the fluid begin to move, climbing out of his sack, up into his shaft,
then it was done. The first little squirt released into her mouth, and the
gate was open.
"Ahhggh," he groaned as his balls turned up the pressure and sprayed a long
squirt of liquid into the little girl's mouth.
Aqwar grinned as he watched her swallow instinctively, her breath coming
in sharp gasps through her nostrils.
Now that his sap was running, he was in control. He could feed it to her
at will.
He let her swallow the first flush, and then constricted his balls and pushed
another long squirt into her mouth, grinning as he watched her cheeks pillow
out, her eyes open wide. But she was a trooper. She took it all, and swallowed,
whimpering softly.
And so it began, that long process of emptying his balls, filling her young
mouth, making her drink, one long squirt after another. He slowed down, giving
her time to breath between squirts and swallows.
He often wondered what he would do if a mother walked in on him while he
was doing this to her little girl, feeding her his cock, letting her suck
it, squirting his warm fluid into her receptive young mouth. Sometimes he
imagined that he would use his magic to freeze her in her tracks, seal her
lips, and make her watch, let her see the obvious enthusiasm in her child,
let her witness the depth of the girl's eager participation, let her watch
her little girl, naked, on her hands and knees, sucking his cock with a passionate
hunger for the contents of his demon balls. It had never happened, and it
didn't happen this night.
Aqwar continued to pump his fluid into the girl, filling her, easily giving
her three big drinking glasses full, bloating her stomach. She was beautiful.
She took it all and continued to suck long after his balls were empty, her
body twitching and trembling from the rude reality of it.
Finally, spent and empty, he pulled his cock from the little girl's mouth
and watched her body heave as she worked to catch her breath.
"Good girl," he said softly to her. "Now, you are as much mine as anyone's,
and as long as you live, I will be inside you."
It was over, and there was no need to linger.
Aqwar lifted gently up off the bed and drifted over to the window. Before
leaving, he turned to look once more at his little protege. She was laying
on her back, her legs spread wide, with the fingers of one hand tucked down
between her thighs. She was watching him and masturbating, fingering herself,
rubbing her little cunt.
He smiled and left.
He wouldn't follow this girl's life but he knew the direction it would take.
Perhaps, over the next few days, she might be caught at school with her pants
down, with a little boy's cock in her mouth. Fairly quickly, she would discover
that little boys don't have what she needs. Perhaps her first man would be
her principal, or her teacher, or her uncle, or her bus driver, but it's
fairly certain that within a few weeks of the demon's visit, she would have
a man's cock in her mouth. And once she tasted his cum, she would be back
for more. She would drive men crazy. She would break up marriages. But she
would never feel the hunger within her subside.
You can believe this story or not. It is of no consequence. But if you think
about it, you've met this girl, or others like her. Perhaps in college, the
girl who let you bring her home from the bar, let you fuck her silly, and
then sucked the cum out your balls like a vacuum and swallowed it hungrily.
The one who let you fall asleep and then sneaked into the bed of your roommate,
simply because she needed more.
They are everywhere, girls who always seem to be down a quart, who go through
life with a constant, nagging hunger for the fertilizer that keeps the demon
seed inside them alive.
Be kind. Give them a drink.
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