The demons of Ashcroft Manor (closed)

[cnuveau]

Finished with his work in the kitchen Marco wandered through the now quiet dining room making sure everything was in order and ready for the morning. As he did he couldn't shake the thought of the way Stacy had dismissed him earlier while she was dining with Michael. Though it seemed pleasant enough he couldn't help but wonder if what had happened in the kitchen had shaded the way she was viewing him. Though she certainly didn't protest it wasn't exactly as if he'd treated her with the respect the lady of the house deserved. With the thought still on his mind he climbed the stairs to see if he could have a word with her in her office and hopefully clear things up.

As he made his way down the hall to the office his ears were greeted with the familiar sound of bodies colliding. Slowing slightly he quietly approached the partially ajar door then peered inside and froze when he saw Stacy bent over the desk with Michael pounding into her from behind.

Fuck me, Michael. Don’t stop.

Marco watched as Michael's rippling muscles flexed with each hard thrust. The sheen of his sweat dampened skin glistened in the dim light as Marco pushed the door open slightly more so he could take it all in.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The sound was slight, but even in the throes of ecstasy, she lifted her head, glancing toward her study door Michael continued to drill her with his cock. Her eyes widened.

“Marco!” she whispered hoarsely.

Now, what did they do? Obviously, she was currently being fucked by another man, but she couldn’t forget what had happened earlier in the kitchen either. She felt Michael pause. His hands firmly holding her hips to keep her ass risen. She felt, more than she saw, Michael pause and glance toward the door at her whisper.

She swallowed as her eyes widened on their intruder. Now what did they do?

 

[cnuveau]

Michael was lost in his own desires until Stacy's moans stopped and she uttered Marco's name. The word brought his eyes to the door and his motion froze when he was met with Marco's grin. Immediately the implications of someone else knowing came crashing down on him. It was one thing when it was just he and Stacy. She knew his situation and he felt like there was an understanding between them but Marco? He had know idea what it was he was going to do with the information.

"Oh, don't stop on my account." Marco said stepping into the room with the grin on his face only growing wider and he looked down at Stacy laid across the desk. "Well aren't you insatiable. We'll have to see what we can do about that." His eyes then lifted to Michael again who was still frozen in place. "I said don't stop!" His voice far more forceful now.

Michael had no idea what to do other than follow Marco's order so tentatively he began stroking into her again.

"Oh come on. I think she wants it harder than that don't you?" Marco asked as he reached the desk and began stroking Stacy's hair. In response Michael picked up pace until his hips were again slapping loudly against Stacy's ass.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Well, shit. What the bloody hell was Marco doing intruding into her study? Her mind was in a quandary.

"Oh, don't stop on my account.”

Marco’s voice held a dominant tone as he advanced into the room. Stacy shivered as she felt Marco’s eyes taking in her nude body. Her eyes never left Marco’s as he approached her spread out form on the desk. He ordered Michael to continue fucking her. It took Michael a moment, but he started up again, his balls slapping against her ass. Stacy let out a small moan as Marco advanced further into the room and stroked her hair. Her hands gripped the desk tighter; her eyes were on Marco’s.

Oh god, there were two of them in the same room with her. Marco’s eyes gleamed with an unholy light as he watched Michael’s cock slam into her from behind and the sound of sex filled the room again. Her internal muscles stretched to accommodate his cock, making another moan slip from her throat. Those same muscles clenched around his cock, milking it each time it slammed to the back of her tunnel. Her eyes beckoned Marco.

 

[cnuveau]

With nightfall having fully arrived the demons bolted from the confines of the cellar and scattered through the house leaving wisps of black smoke fanning out in their trail. Several of them made their way to the staff's quarters while one made a direct path to the upper level of the house to seek the energy he could already feel flowing from it. The apparition made his way down the hall then into the office passing through each of the bodies he found there and intermingled his own desires into their already voracious appetites.

Michael had done as Marco had told him but he was apprehensive about how Stacy might respond to it. Those concerns seemed to almost instantly melt away though when he felt a cool breeze wash across his skin sending a chill through him. "That's right, moan like the slut you are." he growled out before landing a hard slap across her ass. His hands then gripped her hips hard as he redoubled his efforts thrusting into her.
Marco himself felt an immediate change in his demeanor though it was nowhere near as dramatic as Michael's. Reaching for her arm he tugged Stacy a little further toward the side of the desk until she was positioned just right. "I think you know what I want." he said as he loosened his belt then let his pants fall down around his ankles. Though he'd had her throat earlier in the day he was eager to feel it's snug embrace again.

The demon swirled above them soaking in all of their energy and feeling his strength surge more by the moment. "Yessss, yessss." he hissed as he watched Marco slide between her lips then press deeper until she'd nearly taken his entire length.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Michael’s words then the hard slap across her ass filled her with excitement. She felt her pussy muscles ripple and milk his cock as he drove into her with renewed vigor.

"I think you know what I want."

Marco’s words had her lifting her head and watching as his cock sprang free of his pants. Hard. Pulsing. A hint of precum leaking from the slit in the head that was pointed right her. Marco fisted the base of his cock, guiding it right to Stacy’s lips. She knew exactly what he wanted. Her lips wantonly opened and allowed him to slide into the warmth of her mouth. Her lips closed around him as she started to suck, pulling him in deeper even as Marco started to feed his length to her. He slid to the back of her throat and she loosened it up to allow him to slid even further in. She murmured around him, a sound of decadent pleasure as both men kept feeding her their cocks.

 

[cnuveau]

"Here, let's get this off of you." Marco said as his hips continued to rock back and forth sending him deep down her throat. His fingers closed around the zipper of Stacy's sundress then lowered it quickly and with a tug he pulled it up and over her head while taking a step back and removing his cock from her mouth to let it pass. "Yeah, that's much better."

Her bra was next to go and a moment later Marco had her naked on the desk in front of him. Even consumed by a lust more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced before, Michael still couldn't believe what was happening. In a matter of moments Stacy had transformed from their formidable employer to a fuck doll allowing herself to be used by both of them and it was startling how easily she seemed to make the transition. What that also told him was that she could easily make the transition back so taking something like this for granted was probably a mistake he'd regret. For now though, he was content to let this play out as long as she seemed to be into it.

"Turn her over!" Marco barked out to Michael as he pulled out of her mouth once again.

It was clear to Michael that it was Marco who was in charge of what was going on so he obeyed, pulling out of Stacy then helping to roll her onto her back.

"Yeah, that's better." Marco said as he tugged her into position so that her head was hanging off the edge of her desk. "Now let's have that mouth again."

While Marco drove into Stacy's throat again Michael lifted each of her legs over his shoulders and began to take her again. As he did, he watched as Marco reached down and took her nipples between his fingers, pinching them hard as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Marco’s hands were pushing the zipper of her sundress down, but Stacy hardly noticed. She was far too busy with his cock sliding down her throat to notice anything else until he withdrew just long enough to tug the material over her head. With a hand on the base of his cock, he guided the head back to her mouth and when she opened her thirsty lips, he slid back in and started fucking her face again. Shortly after that, Marco was barking orders again and Stacy found herself flipped over. Her head was placed so it hung over an edge of the desk.

"Yeah, that's better. Now let's have that mouth again."

Stacy gasped around Marco’s cock as Michael lifted her legs over his shoulders and guided his cock past her other lips and deep into her body. As Michael started pumping into her, she moaned around Marco. So deep and hitting all the right spots. Her hips pumped back at Michael. Her mouth tightened around Marco’s cock. Her tongue swirled around Marco’s hardness. Her pussy clamped around Michael’s. She was a vessel for their use and their pleasure and she was wallowing in it.

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The demon in the room with them was howling in pleasure. It inhaled deeply, drinking in the energy the humans were putting forth. And the sex… oh, the sex. The more excitable the humans got, the more he egged them on. It wanted more.

 

[cnuveau]

Under normal circumstances Marco tended to be more on the aggressive side sexually. He’d always been dominant but over the past few days his aggression had been amplified to a level well beyond what was normal for him. A voice in the back of his mind was screaming “More!” and he was eager to give that voice what he wanted. Looking over the room his gaze fell on the sofa on the far side of the room.

“Michael, on the couch!” He barked out, pointing over at it.

Michael wasn’t sure what it was that Marco had in mind but he was long past caring. He wanted more, hotter, harder and he’d do whatever to feed the desire that was building in his mind. After pulling out Michael made his way over to the sofa and laid down on it.

Marco removed himself from Stacy’s mouth then roughly pulled her from the desk, guided her over to the sofa then on top of Michael. As Marco moved her over him Micheal pulled her hips down, burying himself in her agian.

“Yeah, that’s better.” Marco growled as his eyes remained fixed on her ass virtually inviting him in.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy was beyond being merely wet. Her lust as well as Michael’s dripped down her inner thigh. Marco barked out orders and Stracy wasn’t sure if she was annoyed by him, but she far too little time to think about it. Marco drug her off the desk and set her down on top of Michael. Michael wasted little time in guiding his cock back into her wet pussy. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he slammed his cock inside of her, bottoming out. Stacy moaned and started to move her hips, sliding up and down on Michael’s stiff cock. Michael had decided to be rough with her and Stracy couldn’t protest.

“Oh, god yes, Michael. Harder.”

Vaguely she was aware that Marco was somewhere behind her.

“Marco,” she called out to him, “fuck me. Please.”

She wanted both of them, at the same time. She wanted to feel full as both cocks rode her body and all she could do was take them. The thought made her shiver.

She felt Marco move up behind her. His legs came up on the couch as his hands grabbed her hips and tugged it upward, so her ass rode high in the air.

“Look at that. A nice tight ass for my cock,” he muttered lustily.

His hands moved from her hips and each grabbed an ass cheek, pulling them apart.

“Such a tight little hole for me to plunder. Is that what you want, Stacy? For me to fuck your tight ass while Michael fucks your pussy?”

When she didn’t answer fast enough, Marco grabbed a hand full of hair and yanked her head back.

“Answer me, you little slut. Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

His voice was rough with lust and desire. Stacy whimpered as she pushed her ass out.

“Yee---yes please, Marco. I want you to stretch my asshole open with your cock.”

 

[cnuveau]

“Yeah, I could tell you were a little slut the second j saw you!” Marco growled as stretched Stacy’s cheeks wider then let a long droplet of spit drip from his mouth then land on his cock. After spreading it over his length he pressed the head of his cock against her tight hole then slowly sank into her. “Mmm, this ass hasn’t been fucked in a while. I’m going to enjoy stretching it out.”

After a few shallow thrusts Marco finally worked his entire length into her. When he started to pick up a rhythm Michael pulled Stacy down tight to his chest and thrust up from beneath her, countering Marco’s rhythm.

One after the other each cock plowed deep inside her then slowly drew out as the other invaded to take its place. The timing was perfectly choreographed as they abused Stacy’s holes and fed the lust that was driving her. After a few moments Marco broke the rhythm, holding his thirst just long enough to meet Michael’s and they both filled her at the same time.

“Oh fuck!” Michael cried out at the added sensation from Marco moving just on the other side of the thin wall that separated them. His hands gripped Stacy’s hair pulling her tighter against him as he drove up harder from beneath her. His breath now ragged Michael was teetering on the edge of his own bliss fighting to hold back the flood that he knew was coming.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy felt the head of Marco’s cock against her tight opening and start to gently push inward. She gave a soft whimper and tried to relax, pushing back against him until he had moved past the tight ring. Once he was able to slide all the way in, she gave a guttural groan. The feeling of both him and Michael inside her body sent her senses flying. At first they alternated, one pushed in while the other retreated. Then it happened. Marco waited until he saw Michael start to push in again and joined him until the two of them were filling her at the same time.

Stacy couldn’t hold back. She was being stuffed full by the two of them and another orgasm slammed into her, making her scream fill the room. Her muscles clenched around both cocks, milking them as she came hard. She was merely their vessel, to use and fill her as they pleased. She vaguely felt each man’s cock rubbing against the thin wall that separated them from each other. It prolonged her orgasm or maybe it set off a new one, she no longer knew. She shoved her ass back at Marco.

“Fuck me hard and deep, Marco, “came her demand, “You too, Michael. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum.”

She was lost. Gone on some plane where only sexual gratification existed. Her body was hot and wanting, demanding these two men service her in the most primal way there was.

 

[cnuveau]

The demon swirled around them soaking in every delicious drop of the energy that the three released. After so long being locked away he was finally free to feed on the lifeblood he required and the occupants of the household were providing more than enough to restore him to full health. Soon he would be strong enough to feed on his own and, for him, that time couldn't come soon enough.

The two worked in tandem filling Stacy as she'd demanded. Though most of the time Michael was driven only by his own lust there were moments of clarity where he wondered about the implications of what it was they were doing. Though his fiancé came to mind he was far more worried about what this meant for him going forward and how all this would play out in the days to come.

"Oh fuck." Michael cried out as his hips thrust hard up from the sofa beneath him and he flooded Stacy with streams of his cum. Even as he lost himself in the euphoria of his own orgasm he could feel Marco continuing to pound hard into her ass until suddenly the movement stopped and he groaned loudly as Stacy's limp body laid against his chest.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The rest of the demons spread out. Sometimes two went to a room, sometimes one. They slipped into the rooms of the residents of the manor and into their dreams. When any of the demons found two of the residents together, they rubbed their hands in glee and set about setting themselves up to feed.

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In the village, the high priestess was calling forth her very own demon. The fire in her small fireplace blazed with heat and light as he appeared from the ether. His grin was feral. He knew what she wanted and his cock stood up proudly and throbbed with a deep hunger.

“Bend over that chair.”

He pointed to one of the simple chairs she had in the room. Without pause she went to do his bidding, stopping only to strip herself of her clothing. Her ass shone in the light from the blazing fire. It didn’t take long for him to join her. She could feel him pressing against her ass. She, herself, was panting in need and desire. She moaned.

“Fuck me, demon.”

Her demand filled the air of the small cottage. Her long hair was suddenly wrapped around his hand from behind as he leaned over her, letting her feel the heat from his body as he raked his stiff cock against her ass, pushing against it. His low growl filled her ear.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, bitch and I’m not ready. Yet.”

The priestess wiggled her ass and moaned softly, gripping the legs of the chair. She could feel his thighs moving to straddle each of her legs. His cock pressed down until it slid between the firm globes of her ass. With his free hand he guided the head of his cock to rub against her tight asshole, precum slipping from the head of his cock to rub against her. He pressed the head of his member against that tight hole until he watched it disappear just inside her. She wiggled some more. He jerked on her hair.

“Be still!” He ordered, “or I’ll ram this in and split you open until I am fully seated inside you, making you howl.”

Her hips went still. Barely. Slowly he advanced his cock into her tight ass, enjoying watching his cock get swallowed up by her ass. With his hand still tightly wound in her hair and yanked back, he began to ride her ass, pushing in further with each thrust forward. He threw back his head and roared. He was not gentle. He sought his pleasure only. The bitch would be lucky if she found her own. Deeper and deeper he sunk inside her ass until his body was flush with hers. He allowed her to squirm then. Releasing her hair, both of his clawed hands fastened around her hips, lifting her into the air as he drilled inside her. Without releasing her, he flipped her body, pressing her legs over his shoulders, feeling himself find just that little bit more of space inside her and rammed into it. He watched in glee and arousal as her breasts juggled to his violent thrusts. He grunted. He was close. So close. With a couple more times of pulling his cock all the way out of her then shoving it back in until he could grind his body against hers, fully seated inside her heat. With the final thrust, he held himself deep inside her, spraying the interior of her ass with his hot seed. He held on to her thighs, his claws surrounding them, cutting into her skin as he bucked against her.

“Next time bitch, I’m going to fill you here,” one claw slid down her raised thigh and pushed just slightly inside of her wet, greedy pussy.

“And we’ll see if you can still breed.”

 

[cnuveau]

When the 3 had finally tired themselves and left the office the demon took a seat at Stacy’s desk and opened her laptop causing the glow of the screen to illuminate his wicked scowl.

After reading through the what she’d already written he got to work weaving the events of the night neatly into her story, chronicling her exploits for her in a way she likely wouldn’t have the courage to do herself.

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Michael woke in his grounds keepers cottage to the sound of birds chirping outside. The peacefulness of it was such a stark contrast to what had happened the night before.

After looking at the clock he let out a groan then climbed out of bed. Though there was no doubt it had actually happened he still had difficulty believing it. He’d never lost control of himself in that way before and it scared him just how animalistic he’d become.

A glance at his phone showed a number of texts. “Fuck, Heather.” He said to himself before reading them. He’d never been unfaithful to her before and the thought of starting their life together keeping a secret like this from her caused a knot to form in his stomach as he tapped out a reply apologizing for missing her texts.

As the sun started to rise above the trees Michael got to work clearing ground for the garden he’d promised to setup for Stacy.