Satan’s Affair

My pulse drums with excitement as I strip from my bloodied nightgown and slippers. Timothy slinks out from the depths of the house, his glorious body on display. He stops short when he spots Gary and the mess I made. And then his gaze slides to me, my naked body covered in blood.

“Do you want me to clean it, Sibby?” he asks, his deep voice laced with excitement.

I smile gleefully. “Not yet.”

Jackal and Mortis appear, each of their eyes filled with hunger, eating up the entirety of my naked body. Jackal licks his bloody lips, eager to do what his eyes are conveying. He looks as if he already ripped someone apart with his teeth, and now I want him to do the same to me.

Cronus comes in behind them, and though I can’t see his mouth and eyes beneath the prosthetics, his body vibrates with need.

Baine comes back into the room last. He’s the ghost of the house—always out of sight until his presence is absolutely necessary.

Heat gathers between my thighs as my boys gather around me. Ravenous and hungry for me, just as I always am for them.

An ornate wooden dining room table is in the corner of the kitchen and sitting in each chair are mannequins—their flesh ripped from their faces and mouths open. Utensils are gripped in their hands as another fake dead body is in the middle of the table, its chest flayed open. Parts of the fake human are on the plates resting in front of each cannibalistic mannequin, ready to be eaten.

Sliding out one of the chairs and setting aside the grotesque dummy, Mortis sits down on the chair. He loves to watch first, stroking his dick gently as to not come too quickly.

“Cronus, baby, will you put that dead body somewhere?” I ask, pointing at the flayed open mannequin. Cronus heeds my request, pulling out the chairs and pushing them to the side, and then dragging the mannequin off the table.

Eagerly, I crawl on top of the table, my ass facing them as I arch my back and lower the upper half of my body to the cool wood. My nipples tighten the second the cool wood presses against them.

Timothy grabs my hips, pulling me towards him so my knees are balanced precariously on the edge. He then turns away from me and crouches on the floor, his back pressed to the edge of the table as he leans his head all the way back onto the table, in between my legs. Reaching up, he grabs my hips once more and lowers me onto his face, his long tongue snaking out and licking the entirety of my pussy.

A breathless moan escapes, and my eyes roll as his tongue explores me. Jackal steps over Timothy, his cock firmly in his grip as he guides the tip to my entrance. I look back at Jackal and smile as the fake blood drips from his mouth and onto the flesh of my ass. His burnt fingers swipe at the blood, mixing the fake with the real.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he plunges inside of me, his yellow eyes bright with desire. My mouth drops, the sensations immediately sending shudders through me. Jackal’s head tips back, and a long, but quiet groan releases from his throat. He’s always so quiet, but his presence is the loudest.

His chin drops, connecting his eyes with mine once more as he creates a steady rhythm. My mouth stays open, letting loose small moans that I couldn’t stop if I tried.

Cronus hurries onto the table, coming around to kneel in front of me. I lift my head and instantly open my mouth. I glimpse his thick, veiny dick before it’s shoved in my mouth, nearly choking me on his length. I moan around his cock, but my mouth is too full for the sound to escape.

Just like they want.

Timothy’s tongue flicks my clit as he sucks and licks. I reach down and yank on tufts of his blue hair, receiving an answering groan that vibrates against my pussy. Pure bliss radiates from where his tongue is swiping at the bundle of sensitive nerves, and where Jackal’s cock is sliding in and out of me. Drool forms in the corners of my mouth as my legs tremble from the intense pleasure radiating from my core.

Baine climbs onto the table next, straddling my body with his feet planted firmly on the wooden surface. He slowly backs up, while Jackal leans away, making room for Baine as he continues to fuck me. Jackal pulls out long enough to allow Baine to plunge the entirety of his cock inside me, coating himself in my juices. He pulls out and Jackal resumes, pounding into me with renewed ferocity.

Baine grabs my hip with one hand, guides his cock with the other until the tip is crowning my tight hole. I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling from the pleasure and the pain I know is coming. In one thrust, Baine seats himself completely inside me. A scream ripples around Cronus’s dick. He jerks in my mouth and a breathy groan releases from his throat.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Baine murmurs, his words dipped in sin. “Covered in blood, looking like a fucking goddess of death.”

“She tastes so good too,” Timothy sighs around my center, nearly grinding his lips against me.

Baine doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. His hips slam into me, jolting me forward and causing Jackal to slip from my pussy. Pain consumes my backside, fire licking at the edges of my not-so-forbidden entrance. He slowly glides out, and slams into me again. He repeats this process, until the pain recedes and pleasure slides into place. When I arch back into Baine, Jackal slaps the tip of his cock against my entrance, teasing me.

I rear my head back enough to allow Cronus’s cock to slip free. Long enough to demand, “Fuck me, Jackal. I need it so bad.”

Jackal releases a guttural growl, deep in his chest as he acquiesces, slamming back inside me. His hips quicken, and my muscles turn to jelly. Cronus wraps his hand around the back of my head and pumps his hips, the swollen head slipping far down my throat and depleting the oxygen from my lungs. I suck and lick at his engorged flesh, roving my tongue alongside the thick vein pulsing in my mouth. Drool slips from my mouth, creating a pool of saliva below me, but I don’t care.

I look up at him, and now more than ever I wish the prosthetics weren’t covering his eyes and mouth. I want to see his mouth propped open by his hunger for me, and his eyes staring down at me as he watches me suck his cock.

His veiny hand squeezes my hair, while the other reaches up to caress my face. His fingers dragging over my skin reverently, communicating that he loves what I’m doing to him in the only way he can.

Euphoria builds in my pussy, gathering and swirling until it overwhelms my entire being. My stomach dips, becoming impossibly tight until it feels like a rubber band being pulled too tight. Timothy’s tongue swirls over my clit in just the perfect way, and I can no longer hold on.

The rubber band snaps, and I fall over the cliff. My eyes widen as intense pleasure rolls through my body, stealing my breath from my lungs. I go blind, blackness stealing my vision as I ride out the waves rolling through me. My pussy grinds against Timothy’s face uncontrollably as Jackal and Baine drill harder into me.

I feel, rather than hear, Mortis climb onto the table. He pets my hair, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Shh, Sibby. You have to be quiet,” Mortis demands quietly, eliciting shivers from the base of my neck down to my spine. I gurgle around Cronus’s dick, an attempt at whining.

I don’t have to do anything. If no one heard Gary’s screams, then surely they won’t hear me.

“Let me get under her,” Mortis says. Timothy moves out from under me, and Jackal and Baine slide out. Mortis slides beneath me, grabbing my thighs and settling them on either side of him. I let Cronus’s cock slip from my lips, already feeling so incredibly empty.

Mortis loves me on top. It’s his favored position and one I’m also happy to oblige. Biting my lip to contain a wide smile, I slide the crown of Mortis’s cock up and down my sopping pussy. He groans, low in his throat, his red eyes shining with dark promises.

“Sit on my fucking cock, Sibby. Now.”

I’m eager to comply. I slide his tip to my opening and slam my hips down. Cronus doesn’t waste time, slipping his cock past my lips to keep the moan from spilling out. Jackal and Baine move back into their positions. Slowly, Jackal works his cock into my pussy alongside Mortis’s, filling me so full that I can hardly breathe. I’ll never get used to the feeling of two dicks inside one hole—it feels too fucking good.

Once Jackal is in position, Baine follows suit and slides back inside my ass.

I squeeze my eyes shut, so tightly that I see stars.

“I wanna feel this pussy drenching me with your cum,” Mortis says right before lifting his head and drawing Cronus’s balls in his mouth. Cronus’s head kicks back, the veins in his throat pulsing as he barely holds onto the roar threatening to rip from his mouth.

All at once, my men begin to fuck me. Drilling their cocks into me until I don’t know where they begin and I end.

“Fuck, Timmy,” Jackal grunts from behind me. I smile around Cronus, knowing Timothy is sliding his cock right into Jackal’s ass. More than anything, I want to watch Timothy fuck Jackal, but I can’t bear to stop sucking on Cronus.

Pressure begins to build again as my henchmen pump their hips frantically. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing fills the room. Hands grab at me desperately, though the blood coating my body makes it hard for them to get a firm grip. The thought sends a fresh wave of pleasure straight to my core.

I lose all control over my body, slumping against Mortis. Cronus wraps his hand around my throat, keeping my head up as he fucks my mouth. The veins beneath his skin bulge, and the sight of his power makes my knees tremble. His hand squeezes tighter and tighter, until I can no longer breathe with his engorged dick ravishing my mouth.

Tears prick at my eyes and black spots dot my vision.

I need to breathe, but I need to come even more.

My men’s thrusts become sloppy and erratic as our orgasms build. Cronus reaches his peak first, groaning long and low as hot cum spurts from his cock. My mouth fills, and he releases the tension around my throat just enough for my cheeks to puff out. I have to focus on swallowing.

Cronus slides out, allowing the guttural screams from my throat to finally be heard. I come harder than I ever have before, my pussy gripping my men impossibly tight. I scream and scream, not caring if I’m heard two towns over.

Jackal and Baine follow suit a few seconds before Mortis. Judging by Timothy’s loud groan, I assume he found his release, too.

It feels like gallons of semen are being spilled into my body. My tummy bloats from the amount, and I have to grind my teeth against the incredible fullness.

And like a hand being pulled from a puppet, we all collapse, our bodies languid and shaky.

My head rolls to the side, my cheek smashed against Mortis’s bony shoulder. Blood smears across my cheek, but I don’t have the energy to care.

I stare at Gary. What’s left of him at least. It looks as if a powerful vacuum attached itself to his mouth and sucked the life out of him.

A tired smile draws across my face as peace settles deep within. I did something good today. Another evil soul, ridden from this planet.

Mortis taps my shoulder lightly. With a harrumph, I roll off of him. Him and the boys pick themselves up and start cleaning up the mess I made. Timothy cleans the blood, while Mortis drags Gary’s body out of the house. Jackal leaves to go find the stray body parts and clean upstairs.

“How do you feel?” Baine asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He talks like he’s a ghost.

“Good,” I sigh.

“Tomorrow morning we leave for Seattle, Washington. I heard rumors about that area.”

My brow puckers.

“What rumors?” I ask softly, watching as Jackal walks out of the room with a hand full of fingers and an arm.

“A massive pedophile ring is there. A lot of politicians and celebrities hang around there.”

My eyes widen. It blows my mind that these things actually happen. I can’t understand how people could kidnap and rape boys and girls. Little innocent babies to teenagers. And then sell them and torture them in the worst imaginable ways. Sparks of anger ignite, my mind wandering to all the horrific things they probably do to those poor souls. Poor, innocent souls. Only a truly evil person could do something like that to a child. A baby.

Only demons could do that.

“I’m hoping some of them come through Satan’s Affair,” I say aloud. Then, “What if more than one come through?” I muse. Surprisingly, that hasn’t happened yet. More than one evil soul coming through my house at once. “How would I choose?”

Baine is silent for a moment. His bony, white fingers drift over my skin, eliciting goosebumps from my flesh. I shiver beneath his touch. His fingers trail across my stomach.

“Who says you have to choose? Kill them all, Sibby.”