The demon stood over Derek, towering above him, its massive form blocking out the light as it lowered its body onto his. Its ass was closer than ever, and Derek found himself begging to be filled by this disgusting creature. He didn't care about the smell of shit, he only cared about the feeling of being dominated and used. His tongue slid down the demon's ass, eagerly lapping up the messy excrement that covered the hole. The demon growled in pleasure. Then Derek felt its hot breath on his face as it back to fuck him, now harder and faster, taking all of him in.
Derek moaned as he felt his hole stretch around the demon's cock, unable to resist the feeling of being overwhelmed by this perverse delight. It was too much, but he wanted more. More of this disgusting filth, more of this degradation, more of this feeling of being used.
For a second the ramming of the guy's shithole stopped and the demon's tongue darted out to lick at his ass-lips, making sure it was coated in shit, before pulling back to slam into him again.
Derek's eyes rolled in his head, but he was still here, still getting fucked by this creature that was not a nightmare but his dreams come true. He knew he was alive, truly alive, despite the dirty mess, because of this monstrous thing that fucked him so deeply. And as he spat back some of the shit he had just swallowed, he felt a new kind of satisfaction, one that made him feel more human than ever before.
"Isn't that right?" the demon laughed, already knowing what it had done. "Time for round two."
It laid down on the floor with its cock hanging out. Demon lifted up Derek placed his abused hole right above its mouth and then began to pump Derek's ass with its tongs, making the guy scream.
Derek felt the demon's saliva coat his hole, and he opened his ass wider, eager to release the rest his mess to the demon's mouth. He needed this, he realized, needed this feeling of being nothing but the creature's bitch. The final piece of the puzzle, the thing that completed him, and made him truly theirs.
The demon began to fuck again now harder and faster, going deep, deeper, and Derek couldn't even struggle as it took all of him. It was his fate, his destiny to be used like this, a dirty little slut for this thing that was perverted predator. He would never be the same after this, his mind broken and his soul fully owned by the demon's lust.
And so he came, bucking his hips as the demon's hot breath was on his neck, his screams echoing in the room as it fucked him hard. This was what he wanted, this degradation, this filth that made him feel whole.
He was the demon's bitch, its plaything, and it showed him things he never knew he could want. A new life, a new path towards sin, one that made him forget all else but the sickness of this pleasure.
The demon's name was Asmal, and Derek was its slut for eternity.
