Inner Demon Part IV (conclusion)
By Sol Oliver aka solovn


Rob was still confused by his phone call with Amber. It was like she
was a different person. Could it be that she had one of those
multiple personality disorders, and that it had to do with the murder
of her boyfriend seven years ago? It seemed possible. Maybe that was
why she wanted two more weeks before she would open up to him. Maybe
she was seeing a therapist, and she was close to clearing up whatever
her issues were.

But something told him that Amber's situation was much more dire.
With an urgency that surprised him, Rob snatched up his wallet and
keys and headed out the door, making his way to Amber's apartment.


Pots and pans clinked and clattered, punctuated by a *crash*!

"Oh, poo!"

The mild oath snapped Amber back to the present, and she sat up from
the bed, naked and horny as hell, listening to her demon twin busying
herself in the kitchen. The cursed girl had been lost in her
thoughts, re-experiencing the night that she lost her first love. In
less than a year, her mother would be gone as well. And somewhere in
the world, a demon child was on the loose. Shaking these thoughts
from her head before they derailed her from dealing with her current
peril, she turned her head towards the kitchen, where her well-
endowed twin was humming tunelessly.

"...hmm hm-hm...hm-hm-hm hmmmmm!..."

From the sound of her warbling, the demon seemed to be in an awfully
good mood, which could only be bad news for Amber. Getting up from
the bed, she peeked into the small kitchen nook.

Still mostly naked, the demoness wore only a chef's hat and an apron.
The apron read "Hot Stuff!". Pans, pots, cans, jars, spatulas, and
other cooking implements floated around the she-devil, who waved her
arms as if directing an orchestra. Snapping her fingers, two eggs
cracked themselves into a bowl. Twirling a finger, a whisk beat away
at the gooey insides. Looking up, she noticed Amber's head peeking
into the kitchen.

"Would you be a dear and set the table?" asked the demon, still
waving her hands about. Having been spotted, Amber stepped all the
way into the open doorway. Ambryx ogled the girl from head to tow,
appreciating her full breasts, slim waist, shapely thighs, and long
auburn hair, all of which matched her own. Amber noticed the apron
move out a few inches just above the demon's waist, pushed by the
monstrous cock beneath. The demon-twin shook her head as if clearing
water from her ears and looked away from the mortal woman.

"You really should cover yourself, my dear. You'll catch your death
of cold," said the demon, who waved an arm towards the bedroom. In a
flash, a robe, slippers, and pajamas swept up and in front of Amber,
arranging themselves in a standing position. Shocked by their
appearance, Amber jumped back and crossed her arms in front of her
breasts. The clothes struck an impatient position, arms also crossed,
slipper tapping the floor.

"You can't very well get dressed like that," said Ambryx. As the
demon flicked her wrist, the clothes stepped forward and uncrossed
Amber's arms. With lightning speed, the outfit disassembled and
somehow re-formed itself on the woman's body. Looking her up and down
again, the demon nodded her satisfaction. It seemed to Amber that the
she-demon looked both relieved and frustrated.

"Don't worry about the table, sweetie," she said. Dishes, glasses,
and silverware flew past Amber's head and assembled themselves on the
dining table. It was a setting for two. Amber didn't like where this
was headed, and took a step into the kitchen.

"It's kind of you to make dinner for us," said Amber, knowing that
the demon had no intention of feeding her. The demon looked nervous
as Amber moved, and a bowl crashed to the ground. Was she sweating?
The apron was pushed up even higher now. Ambryx was clearly just as
horny as she was.

"I'll cook for you another time," said Ambryx, looking away from her
buxom twin. "Tonight I have bigger fish to fry." The demoness turned
her back, and a sea bass filet flew into a pan and began to sizzle.

Something clicked in Amber's mind, and she knew she had the situation
figured out. The curse that Amber's mother placed on her had created
the demon twin, who would appear whenever the girl started to
exercise her carnal desires. Once Amber's appetite was sated, she had
to return to the dimension from whence she came. But Ambryx didn't
want to leave, and was trying desperately not to jump the mortal
woman's bones, as her essence normally demanded her to do. She had
something evil in mind.

Ambryx was going to seduce Rob.

As she thought, Amber examined her evil twin's exposed backside. Like
her own body, the back muscles were firm but smooth, and the gently
curved spine led down to an ass in perfect bloom. Taught legs were
expertly proportioned to her shapely ass, anchored to the ground by
athletic calves and correctly sized feet. Amber caught herself
thinking of the body in a sexual way, and she was getting wet as she
watched it twitch and jiggle, preparing the dinner. Plates and jars
began to clink into each other. A measuring cup full of flour dropped
to the ground.


Amber realized that the hornier she herself became, the hornier the
demon would become. If she could get herself worked up enough, maybe
she could force the demoness to give in and fuck her, forcing her to
disappear. Amber brought her hand down to massage her clit. Her twin
froze.

"I've been a baaaad girl," said Amber, walking up behind the demon.
Ambryx was completely tensed up. Amber put her arms around the
demon's waist and pressed her firm breasts into Ambryx's back.

"I..I know what you're trying to d-do...You won't save him," said the
demon in a voice that was half hiss and half sigh. Her head lolled
around dreamily, and Amber kissed her where her neck met her
shoulder. Every pot, pan, and utensil in the kitchen dropped to the
ground. The mortal's body was warm against the demon's backside, and
every instinct told the demon to turn around and enter her. Roughly.
Her foot-long cock ached, and her balls weighed down painfully. But
if she gave in, she wouldn't achieve her goal. And because of her
deal with Amber's mother, she couldn't hurt the girl. Fighting
herself all the way, Ambryx raised her arms up and flicked her hands
backward.

"BACK!" she shouted, and Amber was flung backwards into the living-
dining room. Pillows flew off the couch to break her fall. Amber
landed on her side, and was winded as her arm pressed into her rib
cage. Carnal thoughts deserted her mind, and the demon quickly
regained her composure. The front of her apron smoothed down. Amber
finally caught her breath and looked up at the bookcase, where the
ancient tome of her salvation sat on the top shelf.

"Yessss, Amber!" said the demon, once again in control of
herself. "Why don't you try that chant? Then I can have your soul as
well as your little boyfriend's."

Amber sat up and glared at the demon, who stood at the entrance to
the kitchen. Behind her, she saw that the cooking preparations were
wrapping up.

"You can't have him!" shouted Amber. "He has nothing to do with this
and owes you nothing!"

"But men are sooo stupid," said the demon, licking her lips. "I'll
have him under contract in under ten minutes." Once again, the apron
slowly lifted up. Amber, recognizing the opportunity, began to crawl
forward towards the bulge.

"Oh no you don't," said the demoness curtly, waving her hand and
freezing the girl. "It looks like I'll have to keep you occupied."

Ambryx recited a few phrases as she waved her arms, and Amber was
lifted off her feet. Her clothes were whisked from her body, and her
vision blurred as an unseen force carried her swiftly across the
living area, into the bedroom, and onto the bed.

SLAM! went the bedroom door, and it took a few moments for her to get
her bearings. Feeling like the nightmare experience with Joey was
going to be repeated, she looked around the room, trying to figure
out how to prevent lightening from striking twice.

Then she realized that it didn't matter that the demon wasn't in the
room with her. As long as she could sate her own sexual appetite, the
demon should disappear. It was then that she noticed that Ambryx had
left a sentry at the door.

Standing firm with arms crossed were the pajamas and robe that had
flung off her body, propped up by some invisible form inside.
Puzzled, Amber decided to ignore the rogue outfit, and lay down on
the bed. Closing her eyes, she imagined being with Rob, and brought
her hands to her breasts. As she did, she heard a rustling of fabric,
and then felt a weight on top of her. Opening her eyes, she saw that
her pajamas and robe sat on top of her, straddling her hips. It was
an eerie sight. Although it appeared that a pair of full breasts were
underneath the flannel top, there was no flesh to be seen at the neck
or at the end of the long sleeves, which reached down to her own
arms. A force gripped her wrists, and the pajama top pushed her arms
behind her head. Outside, Amber heard knocking on the front door, and
the bedroom door opened. Her demon twin peered inside.

"Oh, good. You've made friends," said the demon in a motherly
tone. "My little minion will keep you worked up juuuust enough to let
me stay here while I take care of busniess."

"I've never had a crush on my own pajamas, you know," said Amber,
immobilized by the demonic clothes. Then the outfit leaned down, and
she could swear that a tongue was licking her nipple.

"Oh, you'll have a great time," said the demon, flicking a hand. The
knocking on the front door became a pounding. "But do me a favor. I
really, really like this boy. So try to stay quiet."

A balled-up pair of socks caught Amber by surprise as they shoved
into her mouth. Without success she tried to spit them out as the
invisible mouth began to suck at her breasts.

"I gotta go. Have fun!" said Ambryx, and the door shut again. The
outfit sat up. Amber thought to herself 'well, this isn't my idea of
fun!' As if responding to her thoughts, the outfit sat up on its
knees and the robe, which had been tied at the waist, undid itself
and peeled away. Now only the pajamas sat atop her, and as Amber
gawked, the bottoms slid down. She almost laughed when she saw a pair
of her flowery panties underneath. Almost. As she watched, the
panties began to stretch outward into the shape of a thick phallus,
complete with flowery textile testicles.

"Great. Now I'm gonna be fucked by my pajamas," she thought as the
cock grew to an 8-inch length. "Might as well enjoy it," she thought,
and spread her legs. The pajamas, complete with panty-cock, shifted
itself to be between her parted thighs, and rested its tool against
Amber's pussy.

"What are you waiting for?" thought Amber, but the cock just rubbed
slowly along her lips. It was rock-hard and throbbing. Amber tried to
rock her pelvis to get catch the cock head, but the outfit dodged
her. Just as Amber resigned herself to frustration, the cock pushed
against her hole. The woman's juices began to flow. And the cock
retracted.

"Dammit, demon!" thought Amber. On the other side of the door, she
heard voices talking, and cursed her helplessness. As her demon twin
seduced her potential boyfriend, she was to be kept in a state of
constant horniness by her own clothes.


"Wow, Amber. This is a real surprise," said Rob. Arranged on the
dining table was an eight-course meal, complete with centerpiece and
candles. Then he had a thought that sunk his heart. "This is for
someone else, isn't it?"

The full-figured beauty smiled coyly at the man, twisting a finger
through her long auburn hair. She had dressed herself in a short
black skirt and revealing top for his benefit, and he drank her in
with his eyes.

"Of course not," she said. "I just knew you'd come over. Call it
woman's intuition."

The woman gestured for Rob to sit down, and he did. It seemed to Rob
that Amber was back to her normal self, even if her outfit was racier
than anything he'd ever seen her wear. He couldn't keep his eyes off
of her ass as she disappeared into the kitchen, quickly reappearing
with a bottle of wine. As he watched the skirt sway across her
thighs, he couldn't help but wonder what color underwear she was
wearing. She cocked one eyebrow at him as she poured wine into his
glass, then into her own. She sat down just across from him, a
plateful of fresh oysters between them.

"Everything looks great," said Rob as he looked at the food arranged
on the table. Looking from one dish to another, he realized that they
were all of his favorite foods. "Hey! These are---"

"-all of your favorites," completed the woman in front of him. "I
know you well, Rob." She looked deep into his eyes, and he felt his
heart tie up in knots. Was that a foot against his leg?

"What about the two legs-I mean, the two weeks you wanted," asked the
flustered man. The foot traced along the inside of his calf, halfway
up the thigh, and back down again. The woman slurped down an oyster,
slowly and noisily.

"I just wanted to see how serious you were," she said. At the moment,
Rob was more than willing to accept the explanation. The foot removed
itself from his leg.

"How well do you me?" asked the object of Rob's desire, seriously.
Now he was on the spot. Did she know he'd looked into her past? Or
did she just want to make sure he'd actually been listening all of
the times when they'd talked?

"Umm...pretty well," he said, stalling for time. "You've never talked
too much about your past." The woman smiled sweetly. Phew!

"I know. And I feel bad about that," she said. The foot returned to
Rob's calf. "But I've always believed that if something was meant to
be, then there are things you'll just know intuitively." The foot
grazed Rob's crotch, and he shivered.

"Uh, like what?" asked Rob, knowing that he was being led. And liking
it.

"Oh, little things," said the woman dreamily. "Let's give it a test.
What's my favorite color?"

Shit! Had she mentioned this before? No. He would have remembered it.
Rob looked discretely around the room, searching for clues. But the
walls were white, the furniture was a ragged assortment of different
hues, and nothing seemed like an obvious tip-off. He had to guess.

"Um...red?"

"Yes!"

Phew! The foot rubbed a little harder along his inner thigh. Fixing
her eyes onto his, she squinted in concentration and asked another
question.

"What's my favorite season?"

At least this time the odds were one in four.

"Winter?"

"Bingo!"

Yes! She leaned over, giving him a full-on view of her pressed
together cleavage. Now she looked at him with a mischievous smile,
which unnerved him in too many ways to count. The foot continued to
massage his leg, occasionally pressing into his rock-hard cock.

"I think we might have a future together," said the foot's beautiful
owner. "Just one more question. And let's make it a game."

"Um, okay," said Rob, who didn't think it mattered what he answered.
It seemed to him like the whole thing was a game to turn Amber on.
And who was he to spoil her fun?

"Here's the challenge," she said rather seriously. "If you can tell
me what color panties I'm wearing, you can have me any way you like."

Jackpot! Except that he actually had to have the correct answer.
Maybe it still didn't matter, and she'd accept any answer he gave.
The foot disappeared from his leg. Maybe not. Let's see. Her favorite
color is red. Or is it? Even if it is, it doesn't mean she always
wears her favorite color! Her skirt isn't red. A-ha! Her skirt is
black! Every girl he'd ever gone out with that had a black skirt on
wore black panties. Here goes nothing...

"Your panties are-"

"Wait!" said the woman, cutting him off. Now Rob was totally
confused. "I didn't finish explaining the game."

"Oh. Sorry."

The voluptuous woman stood up and walked around the table to stand
behind Rob. She draped her arms around his neck and put her head next
to his. Her large tits grazed his back. In a whisper, she spoke into
his ear.

"If you guess wrong, then I can do anything I want with you," said
the demon. Something about the way she said this sounded morbidly
serious to Rob, and an ancient instinct within him told him to get as
far away from her as possible. But the smell of her perfume and her
hot breath on his neck chased thoughts of flight from his head. Warm
hands massaged his chest, and the woman made a soft purring sound
into his ear.

"Yeah, okay," said Rob. What's the worst that would happen? Maybe she
liked being on top? Nothing bad about that! The woman slinked back
around the table, her back facing him, and set herself in place with
one hip cocked to the side. Her skirt rode up a bit, but not quite
enough for Rob to see her panties. The beautiful vixen looked over
her shoulder at him and smiled wickedly.

"So, what's your guess?"

"They're bl-"

Rob stopped himself. Of course! How could he be so stupid! Looking at
the skirt, there was no trace of a panty line whatsoever.

"Trick question!" said Rob triumphantly. "You're not wearing any
panties!"

Rob saw the woman's whole body slump and then quickly tense up. She
whipped around and crouched down, face twisted in anger.

"Hssssssssss!"

Rob jumped out of his chair in fright. The woman's eyes seemed to
flash an unnatural green, and then she regained her composure and
stood up. Gone was any trace of desire or playfulness, and she walked
to the bedroom door. What the hell?

"A deal is a deal," said the woman with bland disappointment. "Give
me a few moments to prepare, and then you can have me any way you
like." She opened the door and stepped into the bedroom, leaving the
stunned man alone in the living area.

Rob was more confused than ever. Maybe it was just part of the game.
Part of him still felt great love for Amber, but sometimes she seemed
like a totally different person. Maybe he should just leave. No, that
wouldn't be right either. He'd give her a few moments to herself and
then talk to her.


"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" shouted the demon. "That question was too
easy!"

On the bed in front of her, Amber was being sloooowly probed by the
well-hung pajamas, which eased up whenever the woman began to get
truly excited. Ambryx felt cheated, and waved her hand towards the
bed. The panty-cloth penis withdrew from Amber. Waving the hand
again, the outfit rolled the woman over. Once more the demon's hand
waved, and the clothes brought the cock tip to Amber's ass and thrust
it inside.

"MMMMMmmmfff!" shouted Amber into the sock in her mouth. Red-hot pain
shot through her body as her pajamas raped her ass. Once, twice, five
times the cock pounded cruelly into Amber, and then suddenly stopped
and withdrew. The clothes collapsed in a heap on the bed, as did
Amber.

"Let's just pretend that didn't happen," said Ambryx with a hint of
nervousness in her voice. She still wanted the man's soul, and
quickly came up with a plan. The demon sat on the bed and stroked
Amber's hair gently.

"I'll make a deal with you," said the demon as she took the sock out
of Amber's mouth. The woman grabbed a few deep breaths.

"No deals. I know better."

As expected. Ambryx grabbed a handful of the woman's long hair and
yanked.

"OW! You can't do that!" protested the girl. The demon yanked
again. "HEY!!"

"I can do anything I want," said the demon. "Because I'm renouncing
control of that brat I had with your mother." Somewhere in the air, a
young girl's giggle could be heard, faintly. "I'll just have to have
another. And you're going to help me."

"Not a chance."

Pain coursed through her body, bringing her to the brink of
unconsciousness. Amber had grown used to the demon's sexual torture,
but had always been spared physical pain. She knew it was the hour of
reckoning, and she began to assemble the words of the counter-curse
in her head.

"Yessss, Amber," said the demon, caressing the woman's face. "Try it.
Then I can have both of your souls." Ambryx sent another jolt of pain
through the mortal's body, breaking her concentration and sending her
into a spasm. The demon stood above her, hand poised threateningly
over her head.

"Are you ready to cooperate?" she asked. Amber realized that so long
as the demon was keeping tabs on her mind, she would never be able to
successfully deploy the chant. But a tiny voice whispered inside her,
too quiet for the demon to pick up on, and she quickly developed a
plan of her own.

"Tell me what you want," said Amber, looking down at the ground.

"Excellent," said the demon, who didn't seem to have picked up on her
plan. "Here are my terms. If you help me get my new baby, you'll feel
no pain from me as long as you live."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."

"And I won't have to carry the child?"

The demon considered this for a moment, frowned, and then smiled.

"Yes, of course," she said. "That was probably my mistake the first
time."

"And Rob will get to keep his soul."

Ambryx smiled and shook her head. "To make an omelet, you have to
break some eggs." Amber quickly went over her plan in her head and
weighed the risks. The demon looked at her impatiently.

"Okay," she said with resignation. "I'll help you."

Ambryx beamed with delight. Waving her hands, she lifted Amber from
the bed and back to the floor. As her feet touched down, Amber
noticed that she was now wearing the same black skirt and skimpy top
that the demon wore. There was a knock at the door.

"Amber? Are you okay?" said a concerned-sounding Rob. The demon
motioned for Amber to answer him.

"Yes, Rob. I'm fine," said Amber in the calmest voice she could
manage, and turned back to the demon. "What do I do?"

"Do whatever comes naturally," said Ambryx cryptically. "I'll be back
when the time is right."

A gust rose from nowhere, and the demon was gone. Amber gathered her
senses and went to the bedroom door.

"What just happened in there?" asked Rob as the door opened.

"Just...freshening up," said Amber unconvincingly. Unsure of what she
was supposed to do, she walked back into the bedroom. Rob stayed in
the doorway.

"If you don't want to have sex, that's okay," said Rob, despite his
frustration. It was a hard thing to say as he looked at Amber's
inviting body and delicate face.

Amber looked at Rob and felt sorry that she'd gotten him mixed up
with her curse. She knew he was perfect for her, if only she could
get them free of the demon. As she gazed at him, another feeling
crept through her. An unmistakable carnal hunger. Her nipples began
to itch, and she had a funny feeling in her stomach.

"Rob, I...I...," stammered Amber, who was starting to become
extremely horny. Words slipped past her lips. "I do want to have sex
with you. Right now." Involuntarily, her right hand went to her
crotch, and she massaged her moistening cunt.

Once again Rob was confused. But also horny. He watched as Amber
ground her fingers into her mound, a look of disbelief on her face.

"Eat me, Rob. Eat me!" said Amber. Again, the words came from her
mouth without her consent. As if controlled by an outside force,
Amber sat on the edge of the bed and spread her flexible legs wide
apart. The skirt fell back, and Rob could see the nub of her clit
standing proudly apart from her lips.

At that moment, Rob was more horny than confused, and he hopped down
to his knees and leaned to the task. Working his tongue around the
rim of her pussy, he traced a few lazy circles before bringing his
lips lightly around her clit. Amber shuddered, and as he gently
sucked her sensitive bump, she felt electric pleasure in her belly. A
strange, powerful pleasure. Visions began to flash through her mind
of a thick, veined cock slipping in and out of pliant flesh.
Testicles slapped against a raw ass. Hips rocked with excited rhythm.
Her hips.

"Oh, SHIT!" yelled Amber, realizing what was happening, and quickly
leaped up from the bed and over the stunned Rob. Having leap-frogged
the man, she stood with her back to him, trying to fight back the
feeling growing down from her belly to her clit.

"Did I hurt you?" asked Rob, who had thought he'd been gentle. Amber
brought her hands to her crotch, and seemed to be examining herself.
Her dress dropped to the floor, revealing her firm, perfect ass.

"No, Rob. You didn't do anything bad," said Amber. It was no use
fighting it, and as the tingling feeling grew stronger, her clit
began to swell. Bit by bit her clit became a thin finger of dark
flesh growing downward. As she watched, her labia began to swell,
becoming two small round sacs. Her clit now hung down at least ten
inches from her crotch. It was the diameter of a thick pencil, and a
mushroom-shaped cap of flesh began to form at the tip. Now the
dangling meat began to swell up, thickening until its girth was that
of a generous sausage. Veins appeared all around, throbbing to feed
the gigantic organ. Her cunt hole was now completely obscured by her
labial lips, which had completed their transformation into a
formidable pair of testicles. In another moment, she knew that every
trace of her female organ was gone. In its place hung a 12-inch
penis. The demon Ambryx's penis.

"Amber? What's going on?" asked Rob. From behind, he only saw that
the woman had removed her hands from her crotch, raising them up and
back, hands open, in surprise. Over the course of a minute, she had
just stared straight down, looking at her crotch.

"Um...Rob...," said Amber. Once again, unwanted words were forming in
her mouth.

"What? What is it?"

"I want to introduce you to someone."

"When?"

"Right now," said Amber, who felt compelled to turn around, and did
so. As she stood with the weight of her new cock pulling at her
crotch, she saw Rob's eyes bug out of his head.

Rob saw the horrible, thick python dangling from where Amber's
beautiful pussy had been. She looked up at him apologetically, as if
ashamed of the organ.

"Is this why you didn't want to get intimate?" asked Rob, pointing at
the girl's swinging equipment.

"No, Rob. I mean, not exactly," Amber was having a hard time
collecting her thoughts. She began to feel a strange type of pressure
from her new penis, and her mind was filled with images of plunging
it in and out of a warm, moist hole. Any hole. Involuntarily, she had
begun to rock her hips back and forth, sending the cock swinging.
There was Rob in front of her. The penis began to rise. The man
looked scared. He was weak. She would take him. She lunged forward.
He fell back onto the bed. She landed on top of him. What was she
doing? She hit him across the face. It was as if the penis had taken
control of her entire body, and it felt like she was watching the
scene from above.

Rob had been caught by surprise, and now the large-breasted beauty
with the gigantic cock had knocked him into submission. She smiled
hungrily at him, but her eyes also held a hint of confusion. Seeing
that she was in control, Amber stayed straddled across him and ran
her hands up and down his chest. Sitting up again, she looked down
proudly at her new penis, balls resting on the man's belly, and
brought a hand down to stroke the shaft lightly. The heft of her
rigid woman's flesh pleased her, and she began to stoke it more
briskly.

As Amber's hand stoked the tool faster, a thick pleasure gathered in
her crotch and stomach, and a force told her to slow down. She
attempted to ignore the voice, but couldn't stop the hand from easing
the pace. Then the fevered sensations returned again as he looked at
the man below her. He would serve her needs. But he wore clothes. She
ripped off her shirt. He yelped. He was weak. She sat up.

"Take the belt off. Now."

He removed the belt. She pulled his pants and underwear off. She
pulled off her top. She stood up. He covered his penis. It was
smaller. She waved her cock at him. He backed against the headboard.
She leapt. She grabbed him under the arms. She dragged him off the
bed. She pushed him against a wall. He hit the wall face first.

"UGH!"

She came to her senses again. Rob stood with his back to her, dazed,
holding his head. Amber looked down at her demonic organ, which
seemed to be trying to stretch out towards the naked man. A force
commanded her to move forward again, and she used all of her
concentration to beat it back.

"Why fight it?" said a voice behind her, and Amber knew that the
demon had returned. Turning around, the demon-twin sat, naked, facing
her on the edge of the bed. Her penis was gone.

"That's right," said Ambryx as she worked her fingers over her fresh
pussy. "You have my cock between your legs." The penis began to
writhe as it hung from Amber's crotch, testicles knocking into her
thighs. "You said you didn't want to carry the baby."

The intense feelings were beginning to wash through the woman again,
and the penis strained forward towards Rob. Amber closed her eyes and
grit her teeth.

"Oh, honey. Why don't you go ahead and have some fun," said
Ambryx. "I'll join you when I'm ready."

The man leaned against the wall. Her penis throbbed. Her balls ached.
His ass was hairy. He turned around. She lunged. He put his arms up.
She crashed into him. He groaned. She grabbed his shoulders. She spun
him around. She grabbed his waist. He pushed at her hands. She pushed
him into the wall. He groaned. She pulled him to her. Her cock slid
between his legs. His balls hung over her penis. She pushed his back
down. He bent over. She grabbed his hips. She placed the cock head.
He felt something warm against his hole. She thrust. He yelled.

Amber's hips were not her own as she used them to guide the cock in
and out of the man's ass. She watched it slide, there below her tits,
and listened as the man moaned. Her pleasure was intense. She
couldn't stop thrusting, but had enough control to turn her head and
glance back at Ambryx. The demon's eyes glowed as she watched Amber
fuck Rob. The demoness' legs were spread apart, and she worked
herself with one hand at her clit and one on a tit. Ambryx was
totally distracted, and Amber knew that this might be her only
chance.

Turning her head back around, the woman collected her thoughts, even
as her hips gyrated, moving the cock in circles deep inside Rob's
bowels. In the lowest voice she could manage she began to chant.
Ambryx didn't seem to hear. She chanted louder. Her chest began to
feel warm. She chanted faster. The feeling grew. She chanted louder
still. The feeling began to peak...

"AAAAAGGGHHH!" shouted Amber as pain coursed through her body. Still
her hips thrust, but granted her no pleasure.

"You little bitch!" shouted Ambryx, pulling the woman back from Rob.
Her cock came free with a "pop", and at last her hips stopped moving.
Rob collapsed to the ground, groaning. Ambryx grabbed Amber by the
penis and squeezed hard. It hurt immensely.

"Did you really think you would get away with that?" asked the demon
with venom. "I give you just a little bit of pleasure, and you stab
me in the back." She released the penis.

The demoness sighed like a disappointed parent, and then waved her
arms towards Rob, who rose into the air.

"Let's just get this done with," said Ambryx. The barely-conscious
man lowered to the ground, standing, and his penis snapped to
attention. The demon turned to Amber and smiled an evil smile. "You
remember how this works, right?"

Ambryx placed both of her arms around the back of Rob's neck and
hopped up. The demoness wrapped her legs around his waist, and her
cunt found the tip of his penis. Rocking her hips forward, she
impaled herself on his cock. Ambryx ground against his cock, an
expression of ecstasy on her face.

Amber felt her borrowed cock begin to throb. Powerless to stop it,
her penis grew longer and thicker, stretching impossibly downward.
Ambryx thrust her hips cruelly against Rob, and Amber felt herself
move to stand behind him. Her arms reached around both the man and
the demon, and she felt her monster cock graze against a leg. It was
exactly like what Ambryx had done to Joey.

"It's been fun, but it's business time," said the demon. Try as she
might, Amber could not prevent the penis from twining up Rob's leg,
and she trembled as she felt the grapefruit-sized head begin to press
against the man's already-punished ass.

"STOP!"

A voice like thunder boomed straight through Amber's bones.
Immediately, the gigantic cock shrunk back to its usual size. Ambryx
froze, and was then thrown back against the opposite wall. Rob
collapsed to the ground, and Amber bent down and cradled his head. A
powerful gale ripped through the room, and a sphere of light that
seemed to beam black grew in the center of the room. Horrible shrieks
ripped at Amber's ears, deafeningly loud. She covered Rob's ears to
protect him, even though he was already unconscious, and shut her own
eyes tight. The wind and sound rose to a hideous roar, and just
before Amber thought it would drive her mad, it all suddenly stopped.

Amber uncringed herself, not quite believing that the din had gone.
Opening her eyes, a sight as incredible as any she'd yet seen greeted
her.

Standing in the middle of the room were two people. A man and a
woman, naked. On closer inspection, she saw that they were both
larger by a third than normal people, and both had small horns
protruding from their heads and long, barbed tails dangling from
behind. But the most surprising part was that they resembled her
parents.

"Mom? Dad??"

The two demons turned their heads to the girl, and looked down at her
with profound sadness. The demon that looked like her mother looked
like she wanted to speak to her, but seemed unable. After a brief
moment, they both turned to face Ambryx, who lay in a heap against
the wall.

"You've gone too far," said the male demon. Amber could see that it
was hard for him to control his rage.

"She brought it upon herself," spat Ambryx.

"NO!" boomed the demon-man. Everyone in the room cringed. He
continued in his normal, hollow voice.

"I was blind to the powers of those books," he said. "I was on the
path to atonement before dying unexpectedly, but that is my
misfortune." He put his arm around the demon-woman. "But my wife knew
nothing of this."

"Yet she summoned me," said Ambryx firmly.

"Yes, I did summon you," said Amber's demon mother. "But not for all
of *this*."

"Rules are rules," said Ambryx in her best school teacher tone.

"That's right," said the demon father. "Rules are rules. And you
broke them."

Now Ambryx's face took on a panicked expression, and she stammered to
explain.

"B-but, the child isn't mine now! And Amber agreed! She agreed!"
whined the demoness.

"No," said the demon father. "You bent the rules to your own desires.
And now your evil core will be cast back from whence it came."

"Wait! What about the child?" pleaded Ambryx, who had no desire to
return to the heart of the hell where her essence was spawned.

"Other arrangements will be made," said the mother, glancing down at
Amber. Ambryx struggled to find words, but couldn't think of a way
out.

"Now GO!!" shouted Amber's father as he spread his arms wide. The
gust immediately came back full force, as did the otherworldly
shrieking. This time Amber brought her hands up to her own ears, but
it was no use. The sound went beyond the threshold that a mortal
could bear, and the woman passed out.


Amber dreamed. There was a mother and a father. There was a child,
perhaps seven years old. They sat at a table, talking about what they
did that day. The girl complained about her homework. The man and
woman smiled. The girl smiled back. Her eyes glowed green.


Amber woke up on the floor of her bedroom in a cold sweat, naked.
Next to her lay Rob, also naked, and snoring. Getting up and putting
on a robe, she looked all around the apartment, even though she knew
in her heart that there was no one else there. She put a pot of
coffee on and sat down at the dining table.

"Amber?"

Surprised, Amber turned her head quickly, and saw Rob leaning against
the bedroom doorway. She stood up from the table, ran to him, and
hugged him with all of her might.

"Rob! I'm so sorry about everything!" said Amber, kissing him all
over his face. She remembered what she had done to him earlier, and
got worried. "Are you okay...down there?"

Rob smiled in relief and amazement. "Yeah. Fine. You?"

Amber had to think about it for a moment, and glanced at her crotch
before answering. The 12-inch cock was gone.

"I'm fine," she said, relieved. "Why don't you put on one of my
robes?"

"I have a better idea," said Rob. Amber gave him a puzzled look, and
then looked down to see that his penis was standing at attention. It
was no foot-long, but it had its charm for her.

"Ohhhh," said Amber in realization. Amazingly, she was feeling a bit
randy herself. She gently took his cock in her hand and enjoyed its
warmth. "Let's make ourselves comfortable."

Together they turned to the bedroom and walked through the doorway.
At the foot of the bed, they held each other and locked lips,
savoring their first kiss. Rob brought his hands down to feel Amber's
ass, and Amber reached a hand down to stroke his rigid tool. Her
crotch began to tingle.

"I'm ready for you," said Amber, and they turned towards the bed.

"What the--??!!" said Rob.

Sitting up in the bed, watching them intently, was a seven-year-old
girl. She had long amber hair, two missing teeth, and bright green
eyes.

"Oh, shit!" said Amber.

"Mommy?" asked the girl, who looked lost. Rob gave Amber a puzzled
look, and Amber just shrugged her shoulders. She sat down on the bed
next to the girl and stoked her head gently.

"I guess I am."





  
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