After the first encounter I was pretty understandably shaken. I woke up the next morning incredibly sore. Also understandable. My sliced clothes were gone. So much for physical evidence. Like a cop would believe me anyway. The first thing I knew about the supernatural was that guns would do jack-shit, so I didn't bother arming myself for protection. The second thing I knew from my first encounter was that if it showed up, it would tear off my clothes. So I would slept without my clothes. Clothes are pretty expensive if they keep getting torn off. The final thing I knew was that if I tried to escape, I'd get pretty fucked up by the thing again. So I just had to hope it didn't come around. But I could take care of this simply enough...I had summoned it here, so... I'd stay in a hotel! Which I did. For days. But eventually, it just got... tiresome. So I just slept at home again. I figured if it really wanted to come back, it would have gone to the hotel room.
As seemed to happen at every step of the way... I... was wrong.
Laying there, half-asleep, in bed, I saw the red glow from the front of the room. I decided to do the only reasonable thing and ignore it. Maybe it'll go away, right? It didn't. I felt the room shake a little as it took a step. I heard its breathing, that evil vibration in the air. And the laugh. Subtle, but definitely there. What would draw this demon to some random 6'2 250lb bearded guy who never even lifted weights? Whatever it was, I didn't want to have it anymore. I was just... so... tired.
"Man, come on, I need to slee..."
"SILENCE". The room shook. The low-pitched noise shook my skull, and the shrill penetration of the sound vibrated my skull. I went silent. I could feel the footsteps, and then the tail, sliding up my back. The tail was hot and leathery against my skin. I couldn't move, too scared.
The tail wrapped itself around my arms and my neck, and I could feel it pulling on me, with impossible strength... lifting me off the bed and pulling me towards the demon. The tail yanked me back towards the demon and he grabbed me with his hands and threw me to the ground, hard, on my back. He laughed again, a deep laugh. He kicked me with his hoof, which just seemed unnecessary... why was he doing this now, when I was immobile? On the other hand, I'm sure he could have kicked a lot harder. He kicked me again. Another laugh. Low-pitched and hollow sounding. But I could hear a sick, twisted pleasure in it. Then he put his hoof firmly on my chest, and looped his tail around my shoulders and neck. This lifted me up some, pushing his hoof further into my chest, and from at his feet, looking up, I got my first clear view of the 8 foot demon for the evening. The giant hoofs, 5" in width at their base, tapered up to his knees, which were giant, flowing into huge muscular dark red legs covered with black tattoos of evil-looking runes/script(I couldn't help but wonder if he was an LOTR fan). As before, the demon dawned no clothes, so nothing was covering his softball-sized testicles or his giant erect penis, the size of 2 cans of pop in front of each-other, with a baseball at the end. I didn't remember the tattoos on his penis, but I had been pretty terrified before... but, then, I was now as well. His erect penis belied his lust, but his large belly, hanging there, belied his gluttony. It wasn't unnaturally large, not consuming like a morbidly obese person's would be, but he definitely did not have a 6-pack. His chest was more muscular, huge and, again, tattooed in that weird script... If I had been less frozen in fear, and my thoughts more clear, I might have wondered what they said. But it was the last thing on my mind. That evil distorted face with the red piercing eyes, the crooked black teeth, and the crooked nose hadn't changed a bit. I would never forget that repulsive face. The horns atop his head looked different, crowned among more tattoos. They were even blacker and more curved. Perhaps he swapped them like hats?
But what really got my attention was the tail. It came down between his legs, and flowed out towards me, stretching and flexing. It had to be 5 feet long, and it wrapped around my upper back and then up around my neck.
When it wrapped around my neck it squeezed and I could not breathe. The demon seemed to be getting off on this and his disgusting mouth with its black lips smiled. Then it unwrapped the tail from my neck and ran it up behind my head, and around, and I got a good look at the tip. There were 4 long gaps/grooves in the skin running back from that famous rounded razor tip that had sliced through my clothes before(and I was sure would have done the same tonight). But this time something new happened... the gaps opened up from the tip, each "pedal" of the tongue taking a part of the razor tip with it, peeling back like a banana to expose what could only be the head, and then shaft, of an at least less enormous erect penis...at least compared to the one between his legs. I heard the demon laugh again, as he tensed his tail behind my head, and then pushed the tail-penis head against my mouth, and rubbed it side to side... I did NOT want to taste a cock. Even in this situation, that was something I particularly did not want. Upon thinking that I felt a chuckle from the demon. It was enjoying this. And the back of its tail was like steel... I could not push it backward. At all. The demon teased and taunted me, pushing the head of its tail-cock against my lips, trying to prod them open. I could feel the head slightly tense in excitement. Then I felt a change in the tail. Not only was it incredibly warm, but it twitched a bit, and the twitch... was moving. From the base of the tail to the end of the tail. To the head. And that's when it happened, the dry head of the tail penis made some pre-cum right there on my lips. I tried to turn my head but the tail whipped to the side and stopped me, I shook my head but the tail whipped back and forth too quick. When I had to take a breath, that's when the demon pushed the head past my lips and my lips were pinned apart. As the tail-cock's head penetrated my mouth, the pedals pulled open further and further, exposing what had to be several inches of shaft. I felt like my mouth was filled with the disgusting liquid, the demon leering at me in pure joy, watching me squirm, unable to do anything about the giant cock in my mouth. It relaxed a bit... but that was misleading. When the tail tensed up again, he pushed the head right past my tonsils and deep-throated me. I gagged. Well, I thought I had gagged. I should have gagged. But the small stream of pre-cum must have done something to me because i didn't. It chafed, it hurt, it rubbed hard against my throat and tonsils, but I didn't actually gag. For better and worse, the tail kept twitching and more pre-cum leaked from the head into my throat, lubricating and reducing the pain, but flooding my taste buds with that disgusting fluid.
The demon bent forward, and, pulling me up some with its tail, grabbed under my ass with its huge hands... hands so big I felt the fingers could have wrapped around my face and touched behind my head, connected to red tattooed arms that were huge, and strong, but somewhat chubby with no visible muscle. I was pulled forward and held steady on top of his huge hands by the tail wrapped around me, and my head level to the demon's. The wretched creature's eyes locked onto mine. The leering smile made me shiver as it looked into my eyes, slowly gliding that little tail-cock in and out of my suddenly rather moist throat. I felt a need to swallow, and as if on cue, the demon pulled the head out just far enough that my tonsils were clear, and I was able to swallow some of that vile fluid, but as soon as I did, the demon immediately pushed the head back in deeply, possibly the deepest, and continued to leer at me. Plus, the swallowing didn't do much good, because the pre-cum just kept trickling.
It's face was so disgusting, I simply closed my eyes. Which immediately caused my eyelids to burn. They felt so hot, like they were getting pokers pressed on them, and obviously I couldn't reach them to rub them because the demon had my arms pinned at my sides by that same awful tail. So I had to open my eyes. Being held up in the air by huge demon hands around my ass with a tail wrapped around me pinning my arms to my sides and the cock-end of a 5 foot long tail between my lips had me feeling... rather helpless.
My eyes were open, all I could seem to see was that disgusting face and its hungry stare piercing through my body, raping my soul with it's lustful hateful eyes that projected unspeakable feelings of horror. And that's when I realized the purpose of the tail with the second penis: not just to penetrate holes on victims too small to sheath its huge penis at all, but moreso to possess, to own. He wanted to make it clear to his property that his property was his to do with as he pleased, and no part of his property's body or soul were safe, all were laid bare before him, serving only to enhance his pleasure. That to him I was not a 'he', but an 'it'. His personal flesh-light. Probably one of many.
The demon had possessed and taken my ass, now it was doing the same with my mouth.
The demon held me firm, steady, keeping my arms pinned with that tail, continually thrusting that tail-cock into my mouth and throat... I felt more swells along the tail, the inside of my mouth just got wetter and wetter, the fluid flowing over my tongue and coming out the sides of my mouth. It was the most vile disgusting thing I'd ever tasted. The tail adjusted, moving along my skin, back and forth... except it wasn't adjusting. It was using the friction against my naked body to stimulate itself, as if the entire tail was a penis. But the eyes. They pierced my soul with selfish lust and they craved my pain. He smiled when I choked and when I made faces from the awful pain of that huge thing in my throat.
He must have been reading my thoughts, or at least my feelings. Evil moans projected from his throat, but sounded like they came from hell itself. There was jerking all along the tail, faster motion in my mouth from that swollen tail head, with my body pulled so close the tail barely had room to thrust, the demon's eyes inches from mine, raping my soul with that leering glare, sucking the hope out of my body, a gaze unshakable, unavoidable... he pushed my body a bit further back, so was leaning toward him, but keeping room for his tail to pump my throat ruthlessly. I guess he didn't want me to die, at least not before he came, because he pulled his tail-cock back to my lips and lets me clear out my throat one last time. But that reprieve didn't last. He pulled my body tight against his, leaned back a bit, and with my ass held up in his huge hands, plowed that tail-cock deep into my throat. The open pedals smothered my face in their warmth. I figure there must be 10" worth of cock somehow crammed into my throat??? I could tell just from seeing it go all the way in, then come almost all the way out. Except it's not doing that anymore... like with my ass in the previous encounter, the cock was going all the way in, but only about halfway out. Over and over it sped up. And the tail shook more, building friction.
I both felt and heard the trembling demon's otherworldly roar. It filled the room with evil, and my skin crawled. It's like darkness has descended upon the earth, yet at the same time like a tiger is roaring right in my face while digging its claws into my chest. Then the tail truly swelled up, in huge bulges, moving upward very quickly, at first it felt almost like a massage, until I realized what it was. The big round swells went over my head and through the tip, exploding into my mouth and throat, over and over again. I wanted to lean forward because there wass just so much, but the demon didn't let me, pulling my body tight to his and rubbing his tail against my naked body to savor the sensation of taking his prey. His noises kept coming(how did the neighborhood not call the cops?), and so did that disgusting cum... I wanted to curl up in a fetal position, but I was splayed out naked for his pleasure, and his leering perverse eyes were staring at me so intensely that it felt like my eyes themselves were starting to burn. The fluid eased up, and he pushed the back of my head down on his tail-cock some, which fortunately allowed some of the extra fluid to drain out the front of my mouth... and when he did that, I notice the color of the stuff. Motor oil. His cum has the transparency and consistency of regular cum, but where human cum would be white his cum is black as night, black as motor oil... I wonder how it must look on my face, and am reviled.
He was done with me. I felt the tail go slack. He let go of my ass and I dropped, sliding through the tail, which was the only thing that kept me from free-falling to the floor, but it still hurt when I hit, and I fell back on my ass and then my back. I finally closed my eyes just to give them a rest(every time I blinked, they had started burning), and just laid there limp for a second, the pain of his kicks earlier, and all of the contortion and splaying of my naked body were really catching up with me. My throat and mouth were still covered in his awful cum, and while a lot of it was cleared out, the taste was all over, and I could still feel it. I had to debate whether to put up with the taste or risk trying to get up and go to the bathroom. And I definitely needed a shower. I wondered if I should call 9-1-1 for the injuries. But what would I tell them? In the end, I just went to sleep. And, spoiler alert, I fortunately did actually wake up the next morning. After thinking through these things, I finally opened my still-too-dry eyes, and the demon was gone. Completely vanished. I guess he was done with me. And I guess I was done with me. I fell straight to sleep. Right there.
