Deal with a Devil (Closed for AmbrosiaCaress)

[Otto26]

It did not slumber for it did not sleep, time was eternal and wakeful and so was it. It did not have gender because gender was unnecessary, its kind did not deliberately reproduce so much as they accidentally spawned. It was powerful enough that others served it, powerful enough that it did not have to serve others, but not so powerful that it could assume it was safe. So it was careful, and watchful. Which was why it noticed the call.

It was, measured against a scale of true power, a candle compared to a star. But the call tasted delicious and it sensed a potential for this candle to become a conflagration, as though it was sitting among kindling and oils, waiting for a finger to tip it over. And the call was rare. Humanity's views of its kind had changed over the passing centuries and the calls had become fewer, more violent. This sort of call had once been common and was now very, very rare. It reached out to the call, carefully following it, tasting it, listening to it. Others followed, but it consumed those foolish enough not to flee. It misdirected those that it might not be able to consume.

And then it was there. The source of the call. And it was sweet; desire for vengeance packaged with desire and promise. It reached out, stroking the call, lending a feeling of the lust and power that it was. The call loosened, slowly opening like a vagina, and it stroked some more, feeding it, caressing it, growing it until it was wide enough to allow it to pass between one world and into another. It smiled hungrily and moved into the opening.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Gia Carelli..

Only daughter, only child, of Carlo Carelli.

These days, the Carelli name only brought a series of snickers and jokes. Jokes about losing it all. Jokes about humiliation. Jokes about intelligence, as in how did he let this happen. Snickering from others that used to be in the same social circle as the Carelli's. Carlo Carelli, his wife Francesca, and their only child, Gia. The Carelli family was rather large, outside of the immediate family, with Uncles and Aunts and Cousins, not to mention the elderly grandparents on either side. Carelli and Giovani on her mother's side.

Carelli Oil and Gas.. One of the largest refiners and distributors of oil and gas in the world. Started more than a century ago by a great great great Grandfather, distributing wood, coal and the like for heat. The business made the Carelli family one of the richest in the world, well in the top 100.

One of the richest in the world until just under a year ago. That's when Grady Maroni stepped into the picture. Gia was not privy to what happened. She had yet to take over the company, and it was not destined that she would have. She would have certainly reaped the benefits, yes, but her interests never lay in running such a large and complicated organization. That was one reason why Grady was brought in. With no son to take the reins, and Carlo was old school Italian, having wanted a son to pass the family business onto, Carlo had to reach outside of the family circle to find the right person. It was a mistake he would regret.

For the first 4 years, all was well. Until Grady took control. It was not pretty. It may have not even been legal. Gia never quite understood how Grady did what he did. But once it was done, the entire Board of Directors, and financial backers had turned on Carlo. Grady had purchased the majority of stock, and Carlo, he lost everything. Not just Carlo, but the entire Carelli family. It was brutal, it was ugly, and it tore the family apart.

That was almost a year ago. The Carelli family was in shambles, internally torn apart. Any fortune they had.. had been tied up exclusively with the Company. They were broke and owned hundred's of thousands to debtors. Gia watched her father drink himself stupid nearly every day, her mother had an affair, never mind the extended family and the tragic losses they had suffered, including a suicide and a cousin now in prison for dealing drugs.

It was a week ago, when Gia, along with her best friend Alyssa, had gone to the "Tea Room". "Luna's Tea Room" was a nothing more than a fortune telling shop, that also sold very exotic teas and incense and the like. It was not a place that Gia would normally frequent, but Alyssa loved it there, and often went when she felt she needed guidance. "You need to come with me. They can help" Alyssa knew her friend was suffering. Gia's despair and anger at what had happened and was still happening was written all over her face. It didn't help that the company, still called Carelli Oil and Gas, was raking in record profits now that Grady Maroni was at the helm. His family was now one of the wealthiest, even surpassing what her own family had amassed.

So, on this particular Saturday, a week ago, Gia sat in the Tea Room, face to face with Sabrina, her "reader". Sabrina was older, and strikingly beautiful with ebon black hair and expressive dark, almost black eyes. Gia remembered thinking she hoped she was that stunning when she was older...

It was Sabrina, who told her about vengeance. Who told her about the Demons that lurked in the darkened realms. Demons that could be called, summoned, Demons from the bowels of hell that would exact revenge. It was Sabrina who gave her the spell, the words, the incantations, the idea... "Beware when summoning the Demon" Sabrina had cautioned... "You have to bind the Demon to you. There are 2 ways to do this, one is blood, where there is a sacrifice offered and for this it would need to be human, the other is sexual. Sex is a very powerful tool to keep a Demon bound to you. But that binding must be strengthened, or you will loose control. And lastly, the Demon will want your soul. You must do everything in your power to not let him take that from you."

Gia had been fascinated by the idea. The idea of vengeance against Grady Maroni and his family had haunted her dreams every night. Every night she got a phone call from her mother, telling her that her father was drunk again, every day she got another call from a debtor looking for payment, every time her family was the butt of every comedian's joke or the story on how the Carelli family had fallen.

Saturday night, one week later....

To be continued....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Darkness...

The scent of incense burning...

The flickering flame of a candle dimly lighting the four corners of the room.

It was late. Just before midnight to be exact.

On the grounds of the Carelli estate, which at the moment was still their home, however that was about to change in a month's time when the bank auction would take that away from them, was a stable, and living quarters for any stable hands that may have chosen to live there. The horses, prized thoroughbreds, were long since gone, the stable empty for the most part. But it was the perfect, and very private location, for Gia to try the summoning ritual she had gotten from Sabrina. She had spent the week reading up on summonings. There were the hoaxes of course, but there were some stories that people spoke of that ringed true. Summonings using Oujia boards, others with Seances, and others with Rituals like Gia was going to attempt.

Gia had blacked out the windows. She had etched the required symbols needed in goat's blood in the center of the room. She had been preparing for this night for 3 days. She had read the spell over and over again. Tonight was the only night in the next month this could be done. It was the night of the new, full moon. She had the needed incantations. She had the needed blood, her own, the dagger in her hand,

Slowly she paced around the stable room.. she was nervous, that was obvious... "I can do this" she kept whispering to herself... she could do this.. she wanted to do this... she needed to do this.. she needed to bind this Demon to herself... Gia needed her revenge, for the hell that her family had been through. To summon this Demon or Devil or whatever it was, she needed her own blood, and she needed to be naked, and she needed to be sexually aroused.

She lay on the floor at the southern corner of the 5 pronged star that she had etched in the goat's blood on the floor. There as a small circle of candles, the circle a symbol of herself, a symbol of her soul, whole, unbroken. She lay within the flickering light. To arouse herself, she had her favorite vibrator. It had been her one source of sexual release since her break up with Craig. Gia had never married, but did have several long term relationships that eventually fizzled out. Craig was the most recent, having ended during the whole horror show of the Carelli Company coup by Grady.

She was well versed in arousing herself with that vibrator and it did not take long, the rippling quivers against her clit beginning to send the warm tendrils of pleasure slithering through her, moisture beading on her skin, a flush of pink coloring her chest, throat and cheeks. She paused then, and took the sharpened dagger and harshly drew it across her right palm, her breath hissing in pain. The flow was enough for her to splash the thick redness into the center of the symbols, while she chanted the words she had memorized over the last 3 days...

"Wund l'oloth Usstan lar ulu tau, Usstan lar l'. Lassrinn thru l'dobor tu'fyr udossta worlds lu'casexigg, demonic fuer'yon"
(Among the darkness I call to thee, I call thee. Break thru the door between our worlds and emerge, demonic beast)
<note: the chantings above are in Drow>

Laying back as she chanted, her hips rocking now to the feel of the vibrator as it caressed, massaged, aroused her. The words, as she whispered them, spoke them, chanted them, mingling with her low moaning. She could feel her sex becoming slick, wet, and heated.

A l'yornen d'l'harl olath, l'charnaggen d'uoi'nota, usstan valbyl dosst orn, dosst quortek, ulu ussta ehmtu, ulu xun ussta veein, ulu tlu ussta rothe"
(By the powers of the under dark, the depths of hell, i bind your will, your soul, to my own, to do my bidding, to be my slave)
<note: the chantings above are in Drow>

She repeated it again...

"Wund l'oloth Usstan lar ulu tau, Usstan lar l'. Lassrinn thru l'dobor tu'fyr udossta worlds lu'casexigg, demonic fuer'yon"

"A l'yornen d'l'harl olath, l'charnaggen d'uoi'nota, usstan valbyl dosst orn, dosst quortek, ulu ussta ehmtu, ulu xun ussta veein, ulu tlu ussta rothe"

And a third time.. Something... Something was happening...

Her body was trembling, her clit pulsing against the constant whirring of the vibrator, Gia's eyes closing for a moment, forgetting the words, just letting the arousal, the heat, jolt thru her in waves as her body shuddered....

She managed to say the words again as she climaxed, the orgasm taking hold and crashing over her in waves, leaving her trembling, her voice suddenly crying the chant out amid her pleasure, her need, her want, her body on fire....

"Wund l'oloth Usstan lar ulu tau, Usstan lar l'. Lassrinn thru l'dobor tu'fyr udossta worlds lu'casexigg, demonic fuer'yon"

"A l'yornen d'l'harl olath, l'charnaggen d'uoi'nota, usstan valbyl dosst orn, dosst quortek, ulu ussta ehmtu, ulu xun ussta veein, ulu tlu ussta rothe"

What she did not realize in the midst of that shattering orgasm, really the first one she had enjoyed in nearly a month, is that the call to the Demon, echoing in the bowels of hell, pulled forth something stronger, more powerful than the spell had intended.....

 

[Otto26]

It poured slowly into the opening, filling it, and then overfilling it as it took the shape the summoner created for it. He. It was he. Very much he. He liked this form, the sensations it was capable of perceiving were limited, but very pleasant, and very real. Lust was an emotion he, it, had swum in for centuries, but it was ultimately insubstantial. Reality was so much more tasty.

He was holding a naked woman, laying atop her, filling her with his cock. Her breasts pressed up against him, her head was back, her eyes closed as she moaned the incantation and his body spread her legs and his wings covered them both. He reached out to probe the limits of her spell, the limits of her body and mind. It was sufficient to bind a lesser creature of his kind but to him... no, what was that? Her orgasm rippled along his flesh and she trembled from the power of it. The power that flowed into her ecstatic chant, into the circle, into the spell. He could break it. But at what cost? These mortal forms were insubstantial. As fragile as breath-frost under the sun. And her writhing body, and her writhing mind, promised him so much.

It was his greed that doomed him. He hesitated and she completed the spell, binding him. Trapping him. But he was not some minor creature to be enslaved by her power. Such was his influence that he worked subtle changes in her spell, insinuating his power and his design into it. He was bound, yes, but, then, so was she. And he was patient and so very, very hungry. He would consume her entirely.

Her eyes opened then and he smiled at her, his cock twitching inside her just because it could. "You called?" he asked.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The dream was so very vivid, so very real. He, wait, was it a he? Or was it an.. It? He looked male. He felt male, he DEFINITELY felt male. Every inch of that MALE was now driven deep into the very wet, slick, still spasming, sheath of her FEMALE, her sex, her pussy.

He looked male, he felt male, yet... as he held her, and it had been SO long since she had been held, so long since she had felt a male body up against her own, felt the depths of his breathing, the moist touch of fingertips on skin, powerful arms surrounding her, hips rocking recklessly into her body, cock plunging deeply within the depths of her. And wings surrounding her... Wait... Wings? Why was she dreaming about a man with wings?

Was he an Angel? Was she dreaming about an Angel? Something seemed very, very wrong with that.

She felt her body bucking, writhing, within his grasp, her pussy spasming, the muscles within massaging the large, thick, cock that was impaling her. Her head was back, she was moaning, crying out, shuddering, harsh ragged breathing accenting her cries.

And, it felt so exquisite, so carnal, so wanton, the sensations rocketing through her body, fire, electricity, jolts of pleasure and even pain.

She had never had a dream quite like this one, or would this be a... nightmare? How could being made love to by an Angel be a nightmare?

When it was not an Angel..

He was not an Angel. The sudden realization hit her, and she screamed out. He was a Demon. Her eyes shot open as the words once more, one last time, flowed from her lips..

"Wund l'oloth Usstan lar ulu tau, Usstan lar l'. Lassrinn thru l'dobor tu'fyr udossta worlds lu'casexigg, demonic fuer'yon"

"A l'yornen d'l'harl olath, l'charnaggen d'uoi'nota, usstan valbyl dosst orn, dosst quortek, ulu ussta ehmtu, ulu xun ussta veein, ulu tlu ussta rothe"

She stared up into the face of, he looked human, yet he looked demonic. His body felt human, except for his wings. WINGS. And his eyes. She could only stare, until she cried out again at the feel of his still buried cock inside her.. INSIDE HER... This wasn't a dream, she had summoned something, she had summoned a Demon and he was... he was.... he was.... fucking her...

"You called"... his voice was deep, almost melodic, and it wound around her like a serpent, snaking into her wildly twisting mind, coiling, tasting...

Her answer came in the form of yet another orgasm crashing through her, her body tensing around his cock, she seizing on him, pussy clamping down and enveloping him, the heat was scalding hot, flooding into her sex and drowning the length of him in her essence as she wildly bucked, twisted, throwing back her head as he held her and screaming out into the night yet again.... "FUCKKKKKKKK"!!!!!!

 

[Otto26]

"Yes," he purred back at her as she screamed beneath him, as her sex tried to pull him deeper and shook around him. He feasted on her delicious orgasm and leaned forward, dragging a rough, hot tongue across her neck and up to her ear. "Good girl," he whispered. His fingers pulled down her flank, just hard enough, just light enough, to make her skin jump as he found a plump ass cheek and squeezed it hard. His hips moved, subtly, just enough to tease her clitoris, to restimulate her vagina, to prolong her orgasm, even to heighten it.

He reached into her body and mind, following the pleasure to her soul. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but he could feel what she was feeling. It was cheating, but he was a demon. His body continued to move, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his hips. Every time she began to feel as though the orgasm was ending he expertly brought her back to the peak. So simple. So easy. He could hold her in this state for hours. Days. He could keep her here until she lost her sanity or her body failed. She would surrender completely to him, abandon the pact that protected her, and he would drag her into his realm and feed on her sexual energy for decades.

"Such pleasure," he sang in her ear. "All for you. Forever. For the taking. Simply surrender to me. Tell me to take you and this will never end," he promised, his voice personifying the idea of lust, his words sliding into her consciousness and stoking her pleasure as surely as his touch. Foolish mortal. Foolish, sexy mortal. Her body writhed again and the physical feeling was beyond description. Different than raw lust. More animal. Her soft breasts rubbed hard nipples across his chest, her wet sex massaged his stiff flesh, her moans filled his ears. A moment of drinking in the physical sensations made him gasp in ecstasy and he realized he was in danger of finishing.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Good girl"

He felt so good inside her. His cock seemed to be molded only for her, able to completely fill the sheath of her sex, every surface stimulated, touched, pleasured, the head, that smooth bulbous head, pressing insistently at the entrance to her womb. She had never been so fulfilled, she had never felt the waves of lust, heat, fire, pure rapture, pour over and through her as it did now. Her body responded, offering itself to the Demon..

The Demon...

She came again, yet another climax shuddering through her writhing body. Her pussy contracting, spasming, flexing around his long, thick length, as if trying to draw him deeper inside her. She bucked, twisted, in his embrace, clinging to him as if he were her lover, nails raking his back, breasts pressed to his muscled chest, legs coiled around his hips, it was hard to tell when she ended and he began and as she buried her head into his shoulder, crying out in her ecstasy, she heard that melodic, almost addicting voice again... slithering into her ear....

"Such pleasure... All for you. Forever. For the taking. Simply surrender to me. Tell me to take you and this will never end,"

This will never end...

She imagined that the same voice perhaps tempted Eve in the garden of Eden. Had the serpent reached out with that searing glide of tongue along Eve's throat, just as the Demon had just done with her? Had had the serpent used such words in his temptation? Gia had no delusions in thinking she had summoned the Devil himself. But a Demon was a Demon. And Gia could feel that pull of temptation, see the "apple" of her pleasure dangled before her, could feel his words coiling into her mind, seeking to claim her soul.

As she came down from the heights of her climax, he did not pull back, or release her, or give her respite. He continued to stimulate her, tempt her, pleasure her, arouse her.

Resist the temptation... The words flashed in her mind. She had to pull herself out of this. The summoning had worked, that much was obvious, but Sabrina, had never revealed that the Demon would manifest, fucking her as he was. Had she not known? Had she left that part out? Or had her summoning gone wrong?

"Simply surrender to me. Tell me to take you and this will never end,"

Simply surrender... An interesting choice of words. That was what Grady Maroni said to her father, Carlo, that day in the boardroom, when her and her family's world came crashing down around them. "Simply surrender, Carlo. You have no other choice"

Simply surrender..

It was almost as if a switch had been turned. Her pleasure suddenly transforming into white hot hatred. She tensed beneath the Demon atop her, hissing in her breath. This was not what she summoned him here for. She had not summoned a demon for her own sexual gratification. A small voice in her head reminded her that the spell required sex in order to bind and hold the Demon to her. She was fine with that, sex was never a big deal for her.

But that same voice reminded her that this felt different.

Gia shoved that voice aside and shook her head wildly, trying to get her thoughts straight, to gain some modicum of control.

Control.. she had to control this, somehow...

"no.. NO" her voice finally made it through the moaning, the whimperings.. She had summoned him for a reason, and that reason was NOT her sexual gratification or his. If she needed to do this to keep him in control, that was fine. But there was still a nagging ... something... so very deep inside her.. a feeling, a sensation, a temptation, that fed into her, that she... needed... wanted... that she hungered to feel this pleasure over and over again...

"No... NO... NO!!" she shouted the word suddenly, just as the Demon was exacting another orgasm from her quivering form. Her voice howled the word, trying to stop the lust filled waves of pure euphoria that again took hold of her, shaking her to her very soul... "NO... NO NO".... yet her pussy contracted, clamping down hard, silken walls grasping and squeezing his throbbing cock, working to extract his orgasm from the depths of his balls.....

 

[Otto26]

"No!"

The words shook him like an earthquake, rattling his brain. He found himself kneeling above her, only a thin trail of liquid connecting his twitching cock to her trembling pussy. He was shaking with frustration. So close! She had been losing herself. And then... the rage. The desire for vengeance had wormed its way into the sexual desire he had been so patiently stoking and it had broken the chains he had been forging.

He probed the limits of the incantation again, like a tiger pacing its cage. But there was no gap to be found; he was bound to her will. She had powered the spell with her sacrifice, her offering of her sexual energy. It was a bold choice. She could dismiss him at any time, banishing him back to his realm. But to keep him here she had to keep the spell powered; she would have to renew it periodically. He was a creature of power with the reserves of his realm to draw upon, she would have to renew the spell frequently. He smiled at the thought and the elegance of her conundrum. Every time she renewed the spell she put herself at risk. His attentions made her stronger, but they also made her weaker. One day her will would falter and he would have her. Of course, she was smart, she might banish him before that happened. But he was smart, too, and there were things he could do. Would do. Over time. But for now...

He raised himself upright so that he was kneeling between her spread legs, towering over her trembling body as he stretched, torso, arms, wings extending. His perpetually rampant cock jutted out, still wet with their fluids. He smiled at her. Warmly. Dangerously.

"Well, if you didn't bring me here to service your luscious body, what did you bring me here for?" he asked.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was left, panting, gasping, her body still shaking. Gia had not expected this. She had not expected this to even work, let alone summon something that had just coaxed several mind and body numbing orgasms out of her.

It took her a minute to focus, for her eyes, and her mind to really focus on what she was looking at, to process what she was seeing. Wings, that was the most striking feature, he had... wings... reptilian, almost dragon like wings. That was the only thing she could compare them to. But the one thing that scared her, and yes, it scared her more than the wings did, or the fact that he was a Demon from the bowels of hell, was that dangerous, evil smile that curled his lips.

But, she would NOT let that fear change what she wanted. Change her desperate need for revenge. It wasn't that she wanted her family's Company back, or even the riches that entailed. Her need for vengeance ran so much deeper than that. It was the humiliation. The humiliation that now came with the Carelli name. THAT was she wanted the vengeance for. And not just on Grady Maroni, but his entire family as well.

She managed to push back from the Demon, she slowing her breathing and gaining some control. At least she hoped.

"Well, if you didn't bring me here to service your luscious body, what did you bring me here for?"

"Service my.... what?" DAMN his voice was nearly hypnotic. She shook her head, long dark hair swirling slightly with the force, trying to clear her mind and actually grasp what the hell was really happening here. This was not a dream right? This was not a nightmare right? Altho seeing him, he was the stuff that nightmares were made of.

"Bring you... here"... She really needed to wrap her mind around this...

"Are.. you... are you real? This is not a dream, a nightmare. I really summoned you? You are a Demon? A real Demon?"

She was finally starting to calm down, now that she had caught her breath and her mind was processing everything, slowly...

"And you are... " she tried to remember the words Sabrina used... "You are bound to me?"

Gia was staring up at him, her face still flush, eyes gleaming, the shadowed veil of her long hair tossed asunder about her face and shoulders, her naked body still slightly heaving with breath and quivering from what she had just been though.

 

[Otto26]

"Bound to you?" he repeated, his head cocking slightly to one side as he considered the question. "It might be more accurate to say that we are bound to each other. Though I believe you are really asking if I have to obey you." He reached down with a hand and pushed the tips of his fingers up her belly and over a breast, then to her neck and chin before pulling back.

"I have committed to the terms of your contract and will assist you in obtaining your," he paused and settled down on his legs, letting the length of his hard, wet flesh rest against her sex, his balls draped down the length of her, "vengeance," he finished.

"I've seen this Maroni in your desires. What shall we do to him? Would you like to bathe in his blood? Feed him his balls? Drive him insane with fear?" He chuckled. "For this," he indicated her body with a long, slow, ravenous glance that clearly indicated his desire for all of her, "anything is possible. What doom shall you pronounce for Mr. Maroni?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I've seen this Maroni in your desires. What shall we do to him? Would you like to bathe in his blood? Feed him his balls? Drive him insane with fear?" He chuckled. "For this," he indicated her body with a long, slow, ravenous glance that clearly indicated his desire for all of her, "anything is possible. What doom shall you pronounce for Mr. Maroni?"

His words were chilling. Bathe in his blood? Feed him his balls? Was she in over her head? And what did he mean they were bound to each other? She was never told anything about that. She was specifically told the demon would be bound to her. Truth the told, she never believed this would even work, yet here he... it? .. was before her. Here she was naked. And, he had fucked her until she had a screaming orgasm. Twice.. Never mind that his touch, that light caress of his fingertips, sent what could only be described as a shiver of fire racing through her.

Gia managed to back, away from the Demon, until she could get ahold of a horse blanket nearby and wrap it around her nakedness. He was leering at her, almost as if amused. And that voice, she could feel her resolve being stripped away when she heard that voice of his. She was going to have to talk to Sabrina about this. About what she had done and how to control him... it.... and about this idea of she being bound to him.

"Doom?" she paused. She was not about to have anyone killed. If she had wanted that she could have hired a hit man, not that she had the money anymore but still. No, death was not what she wanted. She wanted him to feel what she felt. Humiliation. To be the joke of society. To have everything of value taken from him. She wanted the Company to fail under his watch. Wanted the world to see what a fraud he was.

But she was still in a state of shock, disbelief, to even articulate any of that right now. She shook her head, holding the blanket tight about her body.

"What.. are you? Who are you? Can... others see you? And what did you mean I am bound to you? Bound to each other?" she was not even sure what to do with him, now that daybreak was approaching. She managed to get to her feet, unsteady as she was, still trying to figure out what she was going to do next. Had this really happened? Or was this just some sort of dark nightmare her mind had come up with...