Seduction of a vicious student
The room was small, smelling of stale beer, cheap ramen noodles, and adolescent angst. Dust motes danced in the weak beams from the window as midnight crept across the tiny dorm. Inside, Derek sat slumped on his desk chair, surrounded by textbooks and discarded pizza boxes. His roommate had gone out for a long night with friends, leaving Derek alone with his... thoughts.
Derek was just starting his freshman year in college, already struggling to adapt. But tonight felt different. Worse. Something sat in the back of his throat, waiting to be tasted.
The door creaked open under the pressure of the wind.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The voice wasn't human. It was gravel dragged across concrete mixed with a wet, threatening gurgle.
Derek peered around his desk as another figure appeared in the doorway - less human, more... presence. Hulking and distorted, it wasn't like anything Derek had ever seen. It had a humanoid shape, sure enough, but covered in damp scales that reflected the weak overhead light. Horns curled from its temples, dripping condensation into its eyes. The smell hit Derek first. a thick mix of sulfur and wild musk and something vaguely fecal that promised violation.
Derek didn't dare speak. He just watched, eyes wide as saucers.
The entity let out a harsh laugh at the terrified silence.
"You brought me here?" The demon’s voice was surprisingly sharp between the guttural tones, like a blade in an alleyway.
"I-I don’t know..." Derek stammered, shifting nervously on his chair.
"Too long talking, too short of thinking, that what I got from you humans?" The demon approached the desk without warning. Each step landed heavily on the cheap carpet padding. It reached out and grabbed one of Derek's textbooks.
"I wasn't expecting anyone."
"Not? Ha." The demon shook its head, letting loose a stench Derek thought he'd only encountered in horror comics. "You summon and forget? No wonder your pathetic mind latched onto me."
Derek felt his cock stir despite the fear. It was absurd, but something about this... raw power mixed with deliberate nastiness was turning him on more than anything his friends ever did. He wanted to look away, but his eyes stayed glued to this wet horror unfolding in front of him.
"You don't like what I latched onto? Well..."
The demon slung the book down and Derek watched, breathless, as it turned towards him with deliberate slowness. "What a fragile little thing you are. Lost your lunch?" The thing seemed to giggle, a harsh bubbling sound that Derek found deeply unsettling and... strangely exciting.
"You’re my fucking roommate." Derek blurted out this one-liner before thinking.
"Roommate? Since when do mortals claim kinship with a creature like me?" The demon took a step closer, forcing Derek back until his spine met the edge of the desk. "You little piece of human meat, so afraid you talk nonsense." The thing reached out with its scaly hand and ran it over Derek's cheek. "A tasty bit, wouldn’t you say?"
"You’re supposed to be disgusting," Derek admitted weakly.
"Ah, I love when humans say that about me before I take them apart," the demon grinned wider than Derek had thought possible, exposing fangs. "Just you, me... perfect."
"You summoned me," the thing rasped, voice becoming even more distorted as it leaned closer. "Why? Did you want me?"
"Of course not!" Derek gasped. It was like stepping into a dark alleyway in the rain without a condom. "You’re... you’re dangerous."
"Right now," the demon chuckled, its breath fanning Derek's face, "I feel damn powerful."
He tensed up immediately, but before he could even register what was happening. the tongue lapping at his skin like a dog with rabies. the demon pushed against him. Derek's hand was shaking so bad he couldn't keep a grip on anything.
"Too scared to get fucked, huh?" The voice wasn’t human anymore. more demonic growl now dominating the sound.
"Wha... What did you say?" Derek’s eyes rolled back slightly as that wet sensation intensified, making him dizzy.
The demon chuckled again, a wet, gurgling sound. "Your little human throat can't handle what I dish out."
Derek felt another hand grab his cock. He didn’t even have time to register it before the fingers wrapped around it started pumping. Hard, fast pulls that made his head swim. This was wrong on so many levels.
"I see your need now," the demon said with a nasty purr. "You want the worst part of life to be put into something soft and wet."
It brought its face closer to Derek's groin, making that musk smell stronger than ever.
Derek tried to protest again but couldn't form any words. His mind was blanking.
"I can do better than just touching," the demon growled against his ear. "Let me taste this little meat."
The hand at his groin tightened, fingers digging slightly. Derek felt a prickle on his skin that sent chills all over despite his arousal. The fear hadn’t left him. it was mixed with something so intense it scared him as much as it excited him.
"You’re going to get fucked if you stay in my head this way," the demon whispered with contemptuous affection, releasing Derek's cock.
Suddenly a deep need, something bestial was clawing inside Derek’s head, making him crave what disgusted him most. He didn't just want sex. He wanted violation so filthy it would make his insides ache.
The demon was taken off already its top and pants. leaving it with a body covered in glistening scales that seemed to pulse with some unholy energy.
Its chest was vast and scales. The overpowering musk hung heavy in the air around them.
You think this is just oral?" It asked with a laugh, lifting him off his chair. Derek tried to protest but found it impossible. "Let me remind you how your filthy human mouth gets used."
He was thrown back onto the desk as the demon settled its weight across his lap. He squirmed beneath the unexpected touch.
"I didn't consent," Derek managed through his fear.
"To this level of excitement? Does your shameful bliss not taste sweet to you?"
"Please..." Derek blurted, voice trembling.
"Don't please me, tell me what you need." The demon chuckled again as stood over Derek, wet scales on his dick gleaming under the weak lights. "You’re just my meat puppet."
"Whoa," Derek said, staring at the enormous demon-cock. It was even bigger and hung with more authority than he ever imagined.
Now with that stiff piece of flesh showing in front like ancient horror, Derek felt his throat tighten. This was his demon. something raw and powerful coming out of nowhere and acting on his forbidden desires. It wasn't about sex. was it? Derek wondered if this was something more. a sign meant for destruction or damnation.
But he couldn't stop the heat spreading in his belly.
