The Demon's Deal (closed)

[Brandnewbuddy]

The Demon was getting restless. He had easily waited for for the past two centuries, content to allow the seal that had trapped him to be worn away by erosion...and then the meteor had hit. It was a small one, barely larger than a fist, but it had struck the rock the engraved seal was on hard enough to put a crack in the seal...a crack which combined with erosion made a point in the seal that was only completed by a single loose rock. It would only take an absent minded animal or human picking it up to free him...and this fact had turned his long rest into an anxious wait, his mind trying to will the damn thing to move.

Unfortunately, it was not to be, and with the stone being in a protected part of a National forest, it was unlikely he would find any human he might tempt into becoming his liberator. Even when humans had visited this area, the most he could do was tempt them to engage in a little debauchery.

The Demon was a demon of arousal. He fed off of the energy of humans who were aroused, whether by lust, embarrassment, or fear. When he had been free to roam the earth he would attract followers to him who would indulge in their wildest fantasies in exchange for rewards from him. Needless to say, he obtained great popularity. He eventually retired to North America, making smaller congregrations of followers from colonists and indigenous groups, though his abilities were so great by that time he could still draw minute energies from people around the world, his power growing with ever quickened heartbeat, or stiffened nipple.

The Demon's frustration grew as he thought back to his fatal mistake. His followers wished to know him. So in lieu of gifts or prosperity, they asked him to take mortal form so they might engage in debauchery with him. He had obliged...and quickly became addicted to it. The pleasure from devouring arousal secondhand was nothing compared to devouring it while experiencing it firsthand. He soon was holding massive orgies to satisfy his new need and that had attracted the attention of people who knew who he was and how to seal him. It hadn't even been hard: he was so addicted to flesh that when several new followers asked to have a private experience with him, he had followed them to the blanket covered rock happily enjoyed the feeling of their quickened hearts and the softness of their flesh. He barely even heard the spell being cast before he was bound in the rock.

The Demon emerged from the rock, an ability he had only regained upon the weakening of the seal. His mortal form was of a dark haired man in his 30s, a farmer's tan painted over his fit yet sleek form, that lacked body hair (the Demon had never understood the need for humans to have fur and only relented to having a short haircut, eyebrows, and eyelashes). His hazel eyes looked up at the sky and sigh escaped his full lips.

He wanted to be free. He wanted to wander the earth again...and he wanted a lover. He was tired of indirect feeding. As he grimaced, assured that he would remain trapped here for years, he saw a pair of Headlights cutting through the night, heading right towards him.

"What in the hell?!!"

 

[Sum_Sal]

Although it had been only two months into the year-long sabbatical, Roxanne Meng thoroughly enjoyed the carefree, stress free, and adventurous R&R. Roxanne left the hectic, long hours, and restless marketing job of seven years when she turned 30. She liked to travel, see undiscovered places, and explore new sceneries. Even when she had the 8 to 5 job, she took road trip on long weekends. Every other day, she hiked trail, trekked to waterfall, kayaked to secret beach, or just walked around the city to find the mom and pop, hole on the wall businesses.

Jokingly, she claimed to have restless syndrome. She didn’t like to stay still or stay in one place for too long. She moved 3 times in the last decade. Each time was farther away from the city. She had a tiny home, which made it easy to rent a truck and haul to the next location. Even then the house was too big and bulky. So she traded in for a supped up RV. It’s a simple RV with a U-shaped seating area in the front, a tiny kitchenette and bathroom in the center, and a cozy bed in the rear. She now hauled it behind her autumn colored Volkswagen Beetle to onset her cross country adventure.

Her latest destination is a not so popular National Park in the middle of nowhere. It made it easy to obtain a month long permit, which she did a couple days ago. After parking the RV in a clearing, surround by tree lines a few meters away and close to a running stream and small pond, Roxanne drove off in the convertible to buy provisions. She underestimated the city traffic and returned later than planned.

The road was dark, enclosed, and extremely bumpy. There were all sorts of rocks, different sizes and colors. She drove slowly and carefully. Suddenly a deer darted out of blue, and she swerved abruptly to the right. The car lost traction and skid off road toward unmarked protected area of the park. She tapped on the brake a couple times. It slowed the momentum but too slippery to come to a completely stop. She was handling well until a dark figure came to light, literally.

“Oh shit!” shouted Roxanne.

She pulled the emergency handbrake and veered away from the dark figure. The combo stirred the rocks and ground. Roxanne sworn one or two fist-size ones glowed. The car finally came to a stop after tapped against a large boulder. Fortunately it wasn’t severe enough to deploy the airbag, just enough to flood the engine and cut off. Though the seatbelt kept her body still, her head lunged forward and hit the steering wheel from the impact.

Roxanne yelped and groaned from the pain, cursing and thinking to herself that’s going to bruise and hurt like hell in the morning. She then unbuckled the seatbelt and fumbled out of the car.

"Hhh. Hey? Are you okay?" questioned Roxanne toward the figure. Her vision was a fuzzy and her legs were wobbly so she leaned against the side of convertible for a minute.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

The Demon knew what a car was: while trapped his mind was allowed to wander and absorb concepts and the vapors of ideas of how humanity had developed. Yet, this knowledge did not prepare him for the beaming headlights and hunk of steel that barrelled towards him. Even though the thing could not cause any damage to him, The Demon launched himself away as far as the seal would allow, his eyes as wide as saucers as he followed the vehicle's path towards the boulder, where it crashed.

"I pop out for one second and this is what happens?" He asked in disbelief, "If I wasn't sealed I'd-" He quickly turned his eyes towards the loose rock: if that mechanical monstrosity had dislodged it he would be free...alas, the rock was shifted in its little groove but not enough to be free of the seal.

As the Demon fruitlessly slammed his fist against the stone, enraged that he was still trapped, he heard a voice, a woman's voice at that. The Demon saw Roxanne exit the vehicle and a rush of emotions hit him. He had not spoken to anyone in over two centuries and now there was someone coming towards him, a woman at that! His eyes pierced the darkness and to his delight he saw that she was quite a pretty one too. As he wondered what her arousal might taste like, the Demon noticed she was hurt. This was bad. If she was seriously injured, she might die or pass out before he could be freed. If she passed out and didn't wake till the sun came up, he would be back in the rock, the seal would be even stronger in the light. He had to get her over to him. If not to remove the rock, then to step in the seal, where he could at least manifest his power and heal her.

He quickly used his magics to spirit up a shirt, a pair of shorts and a knapsack. He then groaned in pain, hoping to sell himself as equally injured.

"I hurt my leg," He said pitifully, half out of playing the part of an injured hiker, half out of his vocal chords not having proper exercise in a very long time, "I think I twisted something." He looked back at Roxanne, "Oh god lady, you don't look so hot either." He grabbed the conjured sack and held it up, "I got a medical kit with me here. Tell you what, you make your way here and check my leg out, I'll check you out and then we can figure out what to do next. Just head over here slowly, okay. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Come on," He thought, gritting his teeth, "Just kick the damn rock or step in the seal. I don't care if you're on death's door, I'll make you a goddamn queen if you free me."

 

[Sum_Sal]

I should call someone, thought Roxanne. Then she remembered cell signal is extremely spotty out here; a major reason she picked to camp in these woods in the first place. On top of that she had no idea where her phone could have0 landed from the justle.

She then tilted her sight toward the figure in the dark a few yards away. Is he … nake---? before her mind finished the thought, he was fully clothed. She brushed it off and blamed on the mirage on the concussion.

“I hurt my leg,” said the figure.

“Consider yourself lucky. My brain might be scrambled,” sarcastically groaned Roxanne.

“Just head over here slowly, okay,” suggested the voice.

Roxanne took a few breaths and then agreed, “Yea, I think I can do that.” She slowly pushed herself off and wobbled toward the stranger in the woods. Walking on unstable rocky grounds on knee-high boots wasn’t smart, but she didn’t plan on scaling the forest with a totaled car and at zero dark thirty in the first place. As she walked, she pulled and hugged the poncho-like sweater close to her chest.

“Why are you here in the middle of the name?” questioned Roxanne. “What’s your name? I - -.”

The closer she got to him, the air strangely seemed thicken. A strange sensation washed over her. Goosebumps crawled on skin. Heat tingled between her legs. Is she … aroused? She just crashed her car in the middle of nowhere, and now she is … horny…

Flash of erotic thoughts - - - being pin on the side of Beetle with him standing behind her, him reaching across her waist, tearing her leggings so his fingers get skin to skin contacts with her bare pussy, and …

What in the world is wrong with you? snapped her mind. The incoherent emotions made her blush. Again, she blamed on the concussion.

“- - I’m Roxanne.” She introduced herself to the man just within an arm’s length away.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

The Demon felt her get closer more than he saw her. He felt her slowly enter his aura as her lewd fantasies were transmitted from her mind to his. He savored her fantasy of being taken from behind by him, the first fantasy he had indulged in directly in centuries, and then opened his eyes to see her.

She was gorgeous. His mortal form's eyes gazed at the exposed flesh from her leggings and then up to her face. Even concussed and bruised, Roxanne was a beautiful woman. As the demon ingested more of Roxanne's arousal, his body began to feel its own arousal.

She was close to him, so close.

"I was partying with some friends," He said with a chuckle at his half-truth, "They abandoned me. My name is..." this was a problem. Like any self-respecting demon, he had buried his real name and forgotten it so it could never be used against him, but he didn't have a name for his mortal body. He quickly thought of names he had heard from hikers who had wandered close to where he had been sealed:

"Dan, call me Dan."

“- - I’m Roxanne.” She introduced herself to the man just within an arm’s length away.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Roxanne." He said with an earnest smile, "While i know it's not ideal, I assure you tonight is going to get lot better for both of us."

With that, The Demon who now called himself "Dan", tossed the bag into the air. It hung, suspended above both of them before it rapidly expanded and then turned upside down. Its top unraveled, and then flew down to the edges of the seal, trapping both Roxanne and Dan in total darkness.

Dan snapped his fingers and the area was now bathed in light. Dan was now standing, though they were both no longer in the wilderness but rather in a place that was equal opulence and decadence. It was a strange residence that surrounded them: Marble columns, carefully carved totem poles, giant fetish totems, golden statues, and Jade sculptures held up a roof that was decorated with erotic and nude artwork from multiple cultures from time and history. As far as the eye could see, there were beds, sofas, and chairs covered in the finest fabrics.

Dan took a step towards Roxanne and took her chin in his hand, "Please Forgive me for the deception Roxanne, normally a demon of my nature wouldn't indulge in such trickery, but for both of our sakes it was necessary. Speaking of...I believe I said I would "check you out?" He gazed at her with a sly smile and looked up and down her body, "Well aside from being gorgeous, you appear to have some injuries. Nothing a kiss from a handsome prince couldn't solve."

He kissed her forehead and intensified his aura. Dan was a demon of arousal. The quickening of a heartbeat and the heat the blood brought was his domain. His power raced through Roxanne's blood and quickly found her injuries which his power quickly fixed before calling it back. He released her chin and let his hands go down to her back, so he could dip her down like they were sharing a dance. He kissed her softly on the lips, retrieving his power, and then released her, letting her fall onto the soft mattress of a summoned bed that had black satin sheets.

Dan laid down next to her, still clothed his head resting on a pillow, "So, feeling better? I assume you have a lot of questions, so feel free to ask at your own pace." He beamed at her, "You have no idea how nice it is to have company after so long."

 

[Sum_Sal]

“I assure you tonight is going to get a lot better for both of us,” declared Dan.

A bit confused by his comment, but Roxanne mentally shook it off. “Okay, Dan. How’s your leg?” inquired Roxanne.

Snap!

Before the sound could finish ringing through her ears, everything around them changed. They were no longer in the middle of an empty forest, nor was it night out under the stars.

Roxanne froze in place. Her brown eyes widened, half shocked like a deer staring at brilliant bright headlights, and half amazed by the luxurious sight before her. Did… Did I hit my head that badly? her mind questioned as her lips slightly parted from disbelief.

His warm hand touched her chin and pursed her lips back together. “De… demon? Wh…what?” she stammered; still unsure if everything was real or was it her imagination.

Yet the way he looked at her, smiled so confidently at her, touched her flesh, and spoke to her. All seemed very real.

Roxanne wasn’t in a dreamland. She wasn’t hallucinating. Then how was all these possible? Then she felt his wet lips on her forehead.

His kiss sent little electricity-like waves through her body. Her heart raced, pumping blood and what-not through her vines and aiming toward her aching spots. Before her mind could catch up, she felt his lips on hers. And before she could react to that, she was laying on a very soft and warm mattress that felt like a fluffy cloud.

Roxanne could only stare as the man lying next to her spoke, “So, feeling better? I assume you have a lot of questions, so feel free to ask at your pace. You have no idea how nice it is to have company after so long.”

Roxanne could only utter incoherently, “Wha… Whaa? Who are? How? Huh?"

Her hand, as if it had a mind of its own, moved and slapped Dan across the cheek. She wanted to feel if he is actually real and to see his reaction.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

The Demon, or "Dan," as he went by now, took the slap full force. Even though he was at full power within his own domain, his form was quite human. His cheek felt both cold and hot from the slap and he took his own hand up to his cheek, massaging the tensed flesh for a second as he processed the feeling of pain given by another, an experience he had not felt in some time.

And then he laughed, short and mirthful before he turned his gaze towards and then politely backed away as much as the bed would allow.

"Would you believe that your slap was one of the best feelings I've had in some time?" He motioned with his hand: "Roxanne, I apologize. I realize this must be quite shocking and I also know I knew I took advantage of your kindness: I was worried that you were hurt and i had to bring you here to treat you. I am what you might call a demon." He held his hands up, "I'm not here for your soul, or your to make some faustian deal...I just need your help to leave this damn forest. I will do anything if you will help me. Just name it and I will do it."

He looked pleading at her, "Hungry? I don't know what people eat now a days...uh, oh, there was once this "Pizza" that someone tossed out here." He snapped his finger and a pizza box with a logo for a Pizzeria that had closed in the 70s appeared, when Dan opened it, inside was a piping hot, fresh out of the oven, cheese pizza."

He held the pizza out to Roxanne, hoping this peace offering might get her more amenable to his request.

 

[Sum_Sal]

Roxanne felt a slight sting and his warm cheek against her palm, confirming this wasn’t a dream nor a hallucination. She kept still and her eyes on him as he withdrew after a soft laughter. “S, sorr-,” she started to apologize for being rude and slapping him, but he beaten her to the punch line.

She listened to his explanation tentatively and processed his words speechlessly. As she stared into his hazel eyes, they seemingly flickered and swirled. The thought of mounting him with chest to chest and eyes to eyes and bouncing on his laps with his warmness between her thighs crossed her mind. Her cheeks flushed brighter from both the arousing thought and embarrassment of such thought in a middle of confusion. Through all that, she heard him regardless. It was one thing to hear and understand; it was another to process and believe. A thing she was certain is that he was sincere. As a marketer, Roxanne met many, and was one of whom, who up-sale the cheapest thing like it is the best next thing since a slice of bread. Moreover, his dark erotic charm also sold the supernatural and soppy-esque backstory very convincingly.

“I had to bring you here to treat you,” he explained. Her headache and ringing were indeed gone. Her body felt relax and eased of all tension. “Just name it and I will do it.”

Slowly sitting up, Roxanne chuckled. “You know you sound crazy, right?” she added both to him and herself because she found herself believing his words, even if it was only for a temporary second.

He eyes widened again when met with a piping hot pizza box. The heat and aroma emitted and hit all her senses. Her stomach growled involuntarily. Her gaze swapped up and down between the pizza and his face. She chuckled again while reached out of the pizza. “Alright, I’ll bite,” she said, tearing off a piece of the crust.

“So, Dan the Demon,” she said, emphasized on the last word, after she taken a taste of the pizza. “Mm mmm, this is good. Compliment to the caterer.” Her took another look around the surround while she spoke and munched on the food. “This has to be the best MCU’s CGI ever.”

Roxanne finally settled back on Dan and added with a smile, “Why can’t you leave the forest yourself? What kind of help do you need?” She was playing along with the narrative, but wasn’t 100% believe in it. After all, who would? A handsome man, or rather demon popped up in the middle of nowhere with pizza and cozy tent that smelled like pine, winter breeze, and sex. There her mind went again before she realized. All these lonely nights made her extra needy and wanton.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

"C...G...I?" Dan asked, his knowledge of the modern world still behind the times.

He listened to her question and could feel her longing. It would be so easy to simply take her and wrap her in a web of lust within the domain he had crafted, keeping her as his plaything until the stone naturally...but, no. He had always been a demon who enjoyed lust, but consensual lust.

"Roxanne my dear, I realize you think me a mere charlatan but I assure you that I am a Demon, specifically one of arousal." He moved his hand to her back and slid it up her spine, "Tell me Roxanne, have you been having thoughts about me and you engaging in some" he chuckled, "intimate relations?"

He continued up to her shoulder and began to rub it. He willed Roxanne's blood to pump a little faster.

He moved his face closer to hers, "If you'd like, I can satisfy that itch of yours. Perhaps that will let you believe this is quite real." His breath drifted over her lips, "The only thing I'd ask is that once you are fully satisfied, you hear me out. Business details can be worked out later."