Fuckin’ myself out for Satan…there wasn’t even a thought, only this overwhelming need this obscene hunger to simply *absorb*. The thin film of Satanic essence clinging to every inch of the room seemed to pulse with its own sickening life. Shit. It tasted like bruised plums laced with iron, acrid and strangely addictive. Every swallow brought an escalating wave of delirium; black spots danced behind my eyelids, whispers, not voices exactly, but insistent suggestions slithered through my mind, promising oblivion, worship, and a horrifying, exquisite release.
He shoved another brown gob, thick and viscous, into my throat. It coated the roof of my mouth - a wet sheen crawling down towards my esophagus. When did I start choking on the fucking filth himself, begging for just one last taste, one last drop of whatever concentrated misery he offered. Now there's so much shit in here.
We kept moving back and forth. Again. And again...until I felt something coming over me. The demons had fully taken control. I can feel them now. They writhe beneath my skin, little black shapes shifting and coalescing behind my eyes. It feels too hot inside. He laughed, a wet, throaty sound that wasn’t entirely human. "We call this baptism, A merging of flesh and fire." I love it! Fuck yeah Satan!! With each push, he whispered those damn invocations: Hail Lucifer….My blood belongs to you…He filled a new shot, and then administrated to me.
"Ready, bitch? For your final sacrament…
What will happen next is beyond any life that has been in here before. Just let Satan do what Satan wants because the lust won’t go nowhere so fuck yáaa", he promised.
When I looked toward his eyes it was like looking into a dark abyss where the only light was someone who worshiped devil. Everything began fading... There isn´s no pain; no regret.....there's just this obscene, burning need to become nothing but an empty vessel for the Lord of Darkness.” Fuck yes.
The edges were already feeding away, reality itself thinning as some wretched, suffocating heat radiated from every pore – all thanks to the ceaseless deluge of corruption. Then *it* shifted. A ripple through the room wasn’t caused by movement, not exactly...but by something pressing against it. Before either of us could react - before even fully comprehending the horrifying shift–the space around us fractured. It warped into a vortex of sickly purple smoke, swirling until it coalesced into…himself.
Satan!
No longer a reflection upon the laptop screen, not another fucking man entirely, but the embodiment of blasphemy, arrogance, and eternal night given terrifying substance. He towered above us, impossibly tall with obsidian skin etched with writhing runes, and horns that blazed like dying embers in the manufactured gloom. His presence alone shattered what remained of my senses.
He knelt, deliberately slow, regarding me then to my master, a grotesque parody of pity warring within those ancient, predatory eyes. There was no mockery there, just a cold calculation that made my blood turn to ice. I felt his gaze lock onto mine, stripping my mind bare, tracing every shameful thought, every desperate yearning toward him, towards this utter negation of everything good and holy. 3 had never wanted anything so much or feared being this fucked up in such manner; he was correct when saying the shit is going on inside will enslave our souls forever.
"You have served your purpose," Satan purred, a sound somehow tasting of sulfur and regret. A sickening combination. "To offer yourselves as conduits…as vessels for anointing. Now. You belong here, now." This fucking words I'll remember forever! And then his hands shot out, touching both our faces simultaneously. The effect was instantaneous: a searing heat bloomed across every inch, erasing any trace of memory beyond what I’d experienced thus far with him.. all of these thoughts were erased from my minds by Satan. When it ended, I wouldn't even recognize myself – wouldn't sure who “me” actually is anymore.
The air thickened again, charged with demonic energy. Then, without preamble, without so much as a shred of consideration, Satan began the act itself. Not with frantic thrusting, but with measured deliberation, each movement sculpted into agonizing perfection. He burrowed deep, into my ass, adding his enormous cock to huge size of my master penetrating until he reached something utterly new, another layer beneath – a nexus of corrupted divinity - my soul. It writhed and screamed under his assault, begging for deliverance, but there was nowhere to flee.
As Satan moved inside me, a new point of extasy materialized within me - he intertwined 3 of us together while pushing deeper, creating an ecstatic surrender. Each thrust resonated through every damn bone, anathema burning its way down toward the core of my wretched existence...it no longer felt human. 3 of us became a grotesque sculpture molded from sin. "This was how this shit would be done eternal if I let him do it", - the thought alone sent tremors through everything that remained of the very essence of myself.
Satan spoke in a voice now impossibly close, echoing inside my skull. "You will never leave…never yearn. You are bound here forever a part, now and always. Consider your soul forfeit." His intent was not merely domination but he sought absolute oblivion, a seamless transference of identity into one with Him as I drown myself in holy corruption his fucking desire!
Many fucking hours have passed already.... Fuck….fuck fuck fuck - we can go on forever. There is nothing more then Satan .
The last thing i saw when falling off sleep was Satan saying my master :"Now, let’s solidify the bargain.”
Read the original story "Possession" story by Twinkpig666.
