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Erotic Horror | Mind Control | Erotica

Devil Inside: Finale — Pt 4

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Janelle

Janelle and Alicia followed Sir down the hall and through a door they hadn’t seen open previously. Inside they found a well-appointed office with two desks (one presumably for Cumslut) with multiple large monitors and a couple of high-powered laptops. He sat them in a couple of comfortable leather chairs while he sat on the front edge of one of the desks.

“What’s on your mind, Alicia? Whatever it is, I’m happy to help,” he said, including Janelle with a nod.

Alicia looked at her wife, then down at her lap and finally sighed and looked up at Sir. “Well. You’ll have noticed that I, um, I’m starting to look more like Janelle’s mom, or at least her aunt, rather than her wife. She says she doesn’t care, and I believe her, but dammit — I do care!”

Sir nodded at her to keep going. “We don’t know what it’s going to be like or what power you, or Janelle for that matter, may have after the ritual. So I wanted to see if you could… you know, tattoo me too. I don’t want a piece of the demon, but I don’t want to keep looking older!” She lowered her head, trying to suppress a sob.

Janelle reached across the arms of the chairs to hug her, and Sir stepped over and squatted down in front of her, raising her chin with a finger so she could look him in the eye.

“Alicia, you are beautiful — just as gorgeous as when I first saw you. But I do understand. I want to make sure that you understand about the tattoo. I’m not entirely even sure of the mechanics, but you should be aware that it involves sex.”

Alicia smiled a little at that. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, Sir. You nearly broke me back then but I’m willing to suffer a little for it.”

Janelle rolled her eyes and laughed out loud. “You little slut!”

Sir grinned at them both. “Tell you what. Let me take care of some preparations for tomorrow and Alicia, you need to practice your lines. Then we’ll have a light dinner, and I will be happy to ‘tattoo’ you while I still can.”

“Thank you, Sir! Can Janelle be with us?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Sir gave Alicia a printout of the incantation, and she retired to their room to practice. Janelle wandered back to the lounge and found Erin and the young man she’d seen earlier cleaning up. Erin introduced him as Rohit, and they both offered to do “anything at all” for her.

She thought about declining and finding the rest of her new friends, but another look at the redhead changed her mind. “Sure, why don’t you both take your clothes off and join me?”

Sir

Adam and I spent the rest of the afternoon going over each other’s notes to make sure we weren’t missing anything. I was more than a little uneasy, but I chalked it up to general nervousness. Or maybe the demon sensed what we were up to and was unnerved. But it didn’t seem to be trying to stop us.

Dinner was a casual affair back in the lounge, which I suppose is to be expected when the entire party is naked. I was pleased to see that no one availed themselves of the robes. I was even more pleased to see Ronnie and Cumslut off in the corner together as Ronnie brought her up to speed on her daughter’s kids.

After dessert was served, I caught Alicia’s eye across the room and nodded towards the hallway. She broke away from her conversation with Jenny and Marie and pulled her wife along towards me.

“Let’s go to your room, if that’s ok. And I hope you know that it is your room, for as long as you both want to stay. I hope that will be quite some time.”

We walked down the hall, and I closed the door to their room behind us. This was just for us — for me and for the two women that started me on this path. A path that was about to take a tremendous fork that I hoped we would all survive.

Janelle and Alicia

Alicia shivered a little as she saw Sir close the door behind them and turn to face her. His cock hung halfway to his knees, and she remembered how full he made her feel so long ago. And how beautifully sore afterwards.

He looked back at her calmly, but she could sense embers ready to burst into flames in a moment. “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re up for this?” Alicia thought that there might have been a challenge in his tone.

She gripped her wife’s hand and nodded. “I’ve thought of nothing else since we found out about Marie and Ronnie. I want this. I want you. Again. Sir.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, Janelle beside her.

Sir smiled, partly at her fervor and partly at the memory of that first night with the two of them and Jenny, when his life changed so much for the better. “Okay then!” He walked over to the bed, leaning over to cup Alicia’s face in his hand before kissing her. Janelle grinned as her wife shivered in anticipation.

Sir knelt between Alicia’s legs, as if in supplication. He kissed his way up her thigh before gently running his tongue up her sodden pussy. He looked up to see Janelle leaning around to kiss her wife, her hand lowering to rest on his head. It was all almost too sweet, he decided. Time to up the temperature.

His tongue slid inside Alicia, and it seemed to keep going and going and going. It was longer than any cock she’d ever had except for his, and it moved in ways that a cock could never move. Janelle slid in behind her to hold her up, sensing that she was about to be overcome.

Sir explored her depths and she responded with inarticulate groans and moans, no longer able to form words in her head. All was sensation — her wife’s breasts pressing into her back, her hands kneading Alicia’s breasts, Sir’s serpentine tongue doing impossible things inside her pussy, and then his thumb insistently pressing her clit in tight circles. She tried to scream, to shout, to cry out, but she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. All she could do is gasp and moan until she finally pushed over the top of the wave and came as hard as she’d ever cum in her life.

Janelle slipped out from behind her and gently lowered her to the bed, where she lay panting, gasping for breath, eyes unseeing. Janelle leaned over her, beginning to be concerned. “Baby, are you all right?”

She and Sir laughed when Alicia raised her arm and gave a thumbs up, a grin forming on her pretty face. She gasped, then giggled, then laughed out loud. “Fuck. FUCK! That was… something else.” Janelle looked over to see Sir still on his knees, looking rather smug. She turned back to Alicia.

“Baby, do you mind if I give Sir a spin while you rest up?” Alicia stared at the ceiling and just waved a limp hand. “Sure, go for it. I’m… uh… I’m just going to lie here for a bit.”

Janelle leaned down to kiss her on the forehead before looking over at Sir, motioning him to join her on the bed. He climbed up and lay on his back next to her. Her hands quickly found his cock, hard now in anticipation. She knew full well that the demon had given him the power to make physical changes, but she still marveled at his girth.

She leaned over and gripped him with stacked hands, which still left four inches of thick cock to slide into her mouth. She licked around the head, paying close attention to the bundle of nerves on the underside and to the groans of pleasure she was eliciting.

Satisfied that there was no way he could possibly get any harder, she sat up and threw a leg over him, rising to line up his huge member with her sex. She lowered herself slowly, feeling her cunt stretch to accommodate the thickest cock she’d ever had.

“Jesus Christ, Sir! Did you make this thing even bigger?!”

Sir grinned and shook his head. “No, honey, it’s exactly the same as when you met me twenty years ago. Take your time.”

“Damn right! Holy… fuck, this feels so good! I’ve missed you, Sir!”

She slowly slid up and down his length, feeling him fill her up and then feeling empty, until his cock filled her again. Alicia had roused herself and was watching, looking half aroused and half jealous.

“Don’t forget that this is about me, bitch!”

“I promise not to wear him out. Actually, I’m not sure he can be worn out. Can you, Sir?”

“I can, and if anyone could do it, the two of you could. But promise I’ll have plenty left in the tank for you, ‘licia.”

Janelle lost herself in the sensations — the fullness of Sir’s cock inside her, the pleasure of his hands squeezing her breasts, the intensity of his eyes boring into hers as she rode him. She felt him in her head, not intrusively, but sharing a moment that felt like a lifetime.

She glanced over at her wife and giggled as she saw Alicia leaning against the padded headboard, driving their favorite oversized dildo in and out of her pussy while she watched. Sir turned his head to see what was distracting his lover and chuckled. “Honey, you may want to prep the other hole.”

Alicia’s eyes got wide. “Oh fuck.”

Janelle leaned down to lie on top of Sir, her breasts crushed against his chest as he wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly. The only motion was his hips, pounding his cock into her, his body smashing into her clit with every thrust. He was still in her head, feeling her orgasm start to crest, knowing just when to back off a little to edge her until she thought she would faint.

Finally he relented, and her whole body felt like it was fragmenting into a millions crystal shards, exploding apart in a shower of light then reforming as a new her.

She stayed there unmoving for a moment, savoring the feeling, both in her head and in her sex. She might have stayed there longer if she hadn’t heard her wife whining.

“Babe, get off of him! It’s my turn!”

Janelle lazily turned to see that Alicia had taken Sir’s advice. She was on all fours, with at least 10 inches of their favorite toy rammed up her ass. She slowly pulled it out, her well-lubricated hole gaping for a moment before closing.

Sir slid over a bit on the bed until his head was underneath Alicia’s, Janelle still splayed out on top of him. He reached up to kiss her and Janelle joined him in an awkward three-way kiss that left them all laughing.

“Stop it! I had a good buzz going and you ruined it!”

Sir stopped laughing and looked at Alicia. “Let’s see if we can get you back in the right frame of mind.”

Janelle slid off of him and lay back on the pile of pillows to watch. Sir sat up and moved around behind Alicia, leaning over her to run his tongue over the small of her back and down her split. He reached under her and found her clit with his thumb just as his tongue slid into her asshole.

Alicia jumped like she’d touched a live wire, but Sir held her in place, working his tongue in and out of her. Janelle reached over for the bottle of lube and rolled forward to lovingly coat Sir’s cock. “He’s ready, baby. Are you?”

Alicia nodded, and Sir slid the head of his cock inside her, stopping until her breathing slowed. “I’m ready. Give it to me. Please.” She reached out and Janelle took her hand, stroking her back with her other one.

Sir pushed forward and his inhuman cock slowly disappeared into Alicia, inch by delicious, torturous inch, until his full length was buried inside her. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod so big!”

She whined as Sir pulled back, leaving her feeling empty. “Fuck me — I can take it! I want it! Please, Sir!” Alicia was almost begging and Sir obliged, picking up his rhythm until he was slamming into her. Janelle slid her free hand under her wife and slid two fingers inside her, making her feel even more full.

“Cum in me, Sir! Mark me! Give me your sign!”

Sir concentrated and Alicia felt a sharp jab between her breasts just as Sir let loose in her, filling her insides with hot black jizz. She came with a shout and collapsed onto the bed. Janelle’s fingers slipped out of her, but Sir rode her down, his massive cock still spurting inside her.

Janelle threw her arms around both of them. She could feel Sir’s presence in her head and somehow she could feel Alicia too, like he was tying them all together. It was beautiful, and the intensity of the love that she felt from Alicia was almost overwhelming. “Oh, baby, I love you too!”

Sir gently broke the connection and moved off of Alicia so she could roll over. He seemed as anxious as the two women to see Alicia’s mark. She rolled over and they saw an intricate heart just left of center between her breasts. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s perfect!” And it was.

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Anton J Pierce is an award-winning erotica novelist. His first short story anthology — Filthy Bedtime Stories For Adults — was recently published on Amazon, where you can also find his novels. Check them out! You can find him on Bluesky at @antonjpierce.bsky.social