He sprinkles the salt onto the Pentagon drawn on the slimy floor, and with a grimoire in one hand, he reads along the spells written in a language forgotten by the most. Yet he knows, he knows because he has had advantages for dead languages. He was taught by someone he would not mention ever to anyone. Yet he knows, so he chants. The pronunciation even has unknown twists to it, to some extent they probably aren't even human at all.
Every grain drops on the land and spreads but the grains hear him chant and order themselves on the floor, standing only on the pentagon's outline and nowhere else. Gradually the air on the cellar begins to change. The air near the edges of the cellar becomes warmer and as one approaches nearer to the center where the symbols and runes are drawn, the air becomes colder and colder. The dark cellar starts bathing in an unprecedented fluorescence of red light. It comes from the symbols. They light up the dark in a gloomy way. It's light, yet not a part of light but still belonging to the realms of darkness.
The glowing symbols and runes and Pentagon give out a way to the portal of another realm. The realm of darkness and as some call it, the Inferno. The coldness rises in the vicinity of that center and the air near the edges become warmer still.
A hand slowly creeps out of the the shimmering and glitch of a floor. It's twice as big as the boy's and hard and reddish in colour with nails grown sharply long. Following it comes out a muscular forearm and then the beasty bicep. The shoulder and the chest. The face comes after. The long and sharp horns peeking first, they curve with elegance and have lustre of their own, set on the forehead of an immaculate mystic face that goes hard and handsomely rigid as it appears above the portal. Soon the entire body emerged, which was naked to the base.
Between the thick and just as hard thighs hangs his reddish manhood adorned with veins and clean of any hair. On a serious look, the demon has no hair at all, except for the intricate tattoos on his head, which one might mistake for hair in this darkness. His height is such that he has to bend himself a little, about seven feet or so.
The demon breathes through his nose when he sees the boy chanting still. He does it again, as if to express his dominance but the boy doesn't stop. After a grunt and some smacking of lips, the demon says, 'You may rest now.' But the boy doesn't listen and keeps on chanting to which the demon smirks.
From the open gates of darkness come out two big bangles and get clasped around the demon's wrist. He smiles and looks at his hands. Now the boy stops and the fluorescence disappears, leaving the two of them in darkness now.
'Where did you learn our tongue?' the demon asks in the same language the boy chanted in but in conventional fashion.
'I shall not speak the name,' the boy says.
'You speak charmingly, but you speak mixed.' The voice of the demon surrounds him, he knows not where the demon is at any moment. After all, the demon is the darkness. Its manifestation in light would have been a restriction, but currently it's free.
'How so?' He slides the book in a corner.
'There are two distinct pronunciation as you speak, one of representing despair and other of hope. Contrast of such kind is not much heard.'
To which the boy didn't say anything.
'You're clever too.' The demon clanks the bangles. 'It's not your first.'
'Yes,' the boy says.
'Well then, shall we begin?'
The boy feels the air going cold behind him and that's how he knows it's behind him. He doesn't turn, for he wouldn't be able to see him either way.
Hands fall on his each shoulder and he shudders. 'We haven't yet talked about our deal.'
'There's only one thing each of us can give the other.' The demons massages his shoulder gently. His giant hands cupping him halfway to his chest. The only sound is of shirt fumbling now.
The boy slowly steps back towards the demon and when he is in touch with its pelvis he stops. Another shudder running down his spine.
'Why, such a maiden-like,' the demon's whisper has come close to his ear now.
The hands caress on his back and slip down to his hips, grazing his arse. The breaths near his ear arouse him more and the air is filled with pheromones only the demon can smell.
A slimy snake like thing creeps its way from his shoulder, the demon's long tongue, then to neck and then near lips, where it lingers for a while before licking his agape lips softly while the tongue drips saliva all over his chest. The saliva creeps down through his shirt. The tongue protrudes inside his mouth and he let it in. Once its inside him though, it stops not making any moves. The hands, they're still working their way on his waist now, under the fabric of his shirt. The demon's finger extend to his belly where they give the boy a feeling of erotic tickle, one that doesn't make him laugh but moan in ecstasy. He gets impatient but the long tongue is still in his mouth and he starts sucking on it. Mixing his and the demon's saliva so much, it drips more and more on him.
The demon's pants too, his hands more erratic in its motion and he brings the boy more close to his bare pelvis where his manhood has awaken and covers more than halfway on the boy's back, that long he is. The boy shudders. He doesn't know if it's even possible or not, but he doesn't care. Not in this world at least.
'Of course your tongue is mixed,' the demon says to him through his mind. After this remark the demon pushes his tongue a bit more forcefully and down to the back of his throat. The boy's lips are now stretched by the thick tongue and he would have gagged was it not for the lack of space to gag in his throat. The demon fucks his mouth with his tongue while digging in his pants with his sharp nails. As his fingers are tugged in it, neatly not harming the boy's skin, he starts tearing them teasingly. The demon rubs his cock on the boy's back as he does so. The boy's fully aroused.
The demon gets impatient and in one go tears his pants into pieces, picks the boy with one hands and removes his underwear with another and makes his sit on his hard cock while still grabbing him with one hand. Their naked skin have just touched and a stream of precum leaks out of them both. The demon's precum is much more in amount to the boy's. It would be needed, he thinks.
The tongue slowly gets pulled out and it travels to his back and then down the back towards his naked arse. The demon raises him; the boy is now touching the ceiling with both of his hand. The demon places him on his face and starts licking his arse. Slurping noises filling the dark room. Then it touches his hole, and it's ready to enter in when the tightness of it makes the demon stop.
'So it is your first time,' the demon says and does not continue again until the boy has spoken.
The boy is in sexual agony. He replies, 'Yes, now do it.'
'I do not take orders,' the demon grunts and then pushes his tongue slowly inside.
The tongue stretches the hole to extents it had never been stretched to and it comes with a sharp strike of pain. The thick tongue goes on pushing up his rectum until there is not safe space in there to explore. The demon pulls out.
'Would you even be able to satisfy me?'
'I have summoned you after all,' the boy says. And then in the same unknown language begins to say some spells. His hole gets tattooed with runes that make the demon smirk even more.
'You're a dedicated little sucker, aren't you?'
And without any warning he puts the boy down on the floor, raises his arse in the air and aligns his cock to the hole. 'If you have spelled it after all, I have no fear to be gentle.' And in a go he pushes all of the footlong manhood inside the boy.
The boy screams in agony much to the demon's surprise. The spell only provided space and not relief. 'You're a fascinating arse-taker.'
The demon keeps on pounding him inch by inch, to the point the boy's hole is stretched completely and his hips are getting hit to the ground again and again. A slapping sound following a heavy thud. With every pound the boy squeals and tries to take total pleasure of it all, but the pain is ever present with it. The demon's tongue once again find its way to his mouth. Now the boy is being fucked in both the holes and dripping fluids too. Part of his body is covered in the demon's saliva and part in his precum the rest of the part in his sweat. It arouses him to no extent and he's already coming on the floor.
The demon picks him up, without letting the cock out, and grabbing his one leg, makes him stand against the wall and starts slow strokes but long and teasing. With every stroke the boy can feel his arse stretching and contracting gradually with the girth of the cock throughout. It feels sloppy and amazing. He didn't know it felt so great, else he'd have done more actions with the other demons than just letting them kiss. But he was getting fucked now, that was what mattered.
The demon rotated him, still cock inside, positioned the boy's back towards the wall now, his legs wrapped round whatever waist the boy's little legs, as compared to the demon's size, could cover. And he fucks him hard now, rough now. So much so the boy's on the verge of fainting from exhaustion. The bulge from his stomach is clearly visible. It comes out fully with every thrust. And in it goes. The precum is leaking so much, it's dripping down his arse. Finally, the demon roars loud and tries to push in his monstrous knot, forgetting he's fucking a human. The boy cries out loud too, and scratches the forearms of the demon but to no avail.
The demon is in trance. He's roaring loud and pulls out his cock for a moment, where the boy was about to relax, but strike he makes and in is the entire cock with the giant knot feeling the boy's belly with demonic fluid.
The demon doesn't pull out. The boy doesn't tell him to either. He snakes his arm around his neck and tiredly pulls down the demon's head. He opens its mouth and the demon obeying his movements sticks out his tongue. The boy again sucks on it, slow and longingly this time. With a slurp noise they end their make out. The demon pulls out his cock teasingly slow. Along the boy's thigh start streaming down the excess of semen onto the floor. He feels the cold go away and the demon is alight with fluorescence again in the middle of the room, the runes take him back in.
The boy's left wondering, how much would it hurt the next day.
