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Devil Inside: Finale — Pt 6

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Sir

By the time I returned home from the hospital, it was well into the evening. If the mood earlier in the day had been somber, now it was downright funereal.

Ian had been as good as his word, ensuring that there were no questions about what had happened to Cumslut. She was resting comfortably and we had been able to exchange a few words and a couple of gentle kisses before she sent me home. “Ian is here, my love. You know he will take good care of me.”

The house felt empty — more than that, it felt dark, regardless of how many lights I turned on. It looked like the ladies had pitched in with the staff to clean up the mess and broken glass in the lounge, and I was happy to see that Erin and Rohit had been invited to join them for a late dinner.

I assured everyone that Cumslut was going to be okay, but I didn’t discuss anything further until after the staff had finished eating and gone to their rooms.

Ronnie freshened everyone’s drinks before sitting down next to Marie in the conversation pit. “So what do we do now, Sir?”

“I wish I knew. I hate to say it but I haven’t come up with an alternative plan yet.”

Alicia looked back towards the hallway back to what Cumslut insisted on calling the ‘orgy room.’ “Could we have another one of your parties to get you all going?”

“I have considered that, ‘licia. And it’s not necessarily a bad idea. But while I’ve been successful in keeping what goes on here a secret for years, I think incantations and demonic rituals might just be a bridge too far. And I’m even less interested in having people pry into my personal life if I’ve only got a quarter of the demon.”

Marie and Ronnie were whispering, and it was clear that one of them had an idea. I smiled over at them, probably my first smile since morning. “Okay, you two. Out with it!”

Marie looked up, a slightly guilty look on her face. “Well, Sir, you remember my step-daughter, right? That you turned into a succubus, sort of? And sort of changed back?”

There were a lot of “sort ofs” in there to parse, but of course I remembered DeeDee. She had made a hell of a succubus, and I’d used her to teach a hard lesson to her asshole of a father. And, I thought, I’d taught her a couple of hard lessons as well.

“Of course I remember DeeDee. But what does she have to do with anything?”

“Well, I think you just tried to make her look like a succubus, but you — or maybe it was the demon — did a much better job than you knew. And then when you made it so that she couldn’t say ‘no’ to anyone asking for sex, well, it set her on an interesting path for her life.”

“Okay, whoa, Marie. Are you saying she really became a succubus? But I changed her back!”

“Maybe not a real succubus as I understand them. She doesn’t feed on people’s energy or souls or whatever. But she does attract people to her with more than just her sexy nature. She couldn’t focus in college because she was having too much sex, so she went into porn. She called herself DeeDee Devil.”

Janelle and Alicia’s heads snapped up. Alicia got there first. “Wait, DeeDee Devil is your stepdaughter!? THE DeeDee Devil? She was awesome!”

Marie snickered. “I’m pretty sure there’s only one. She was the number 3 rated star in Pornhole.com’s poll for a couple of years. Then she quit filming and started a high-end escort service in New York City. She’s rich as hell.”

Maybe I’m dense or maybe I was worried about Cumslut but I wasn’t getting where Marie was going with this. “This is fascinating, Marie. But what does it have to do with our problem here?”

“I talked to her a week or so ago. She was coming out here to start a branch of her escort service. So what if instead of an orgy, she brings some of her recruits out to sex us up while Alicia reads her spooky words and we get demonized?”

I thought about it. We were now down to four of us, when I’d hoped to split the demon into five (or six or seven) pieces. But I felt the first bit of hope that I’d had all day.

Ronnie looked a little worried. “How is this any different than having one of Sir’s orgies? Don’t we still have the same problems?”

It suddenly dawned on me what Marie was thinking and I jumped in before she could answer. “DeeDee already knows about me, so that’s not a problem. And escorts, above all else, have to be discreet. I’m guessing you think that DeeDee can ensure their discretion? Plus I’ve got enough mind control juice to manage three of them, just probably not a whole orgy.”

“Got it in one, Sir. Shall I try to reach her?”

I looked around at my few remaining guests. “Thoughts?”

Janelle was the first to weigh in. “I think it sounds like a good plan, Marie. Let’s do it.”

Ronnie nodded. Alicia sighed and shrugged. “What the hell. Y’all are the ones getting a piece of the demon — I’ve just got to read this gibberish. But for what it’s worth, I don’t think anyone has a better idea. And I want to meet DeeDee Devil!” Janelle rolled her eyes but the glint in her eye said she wanted to meet DeeDee too.

I looked back at Marie. “Go for it! Sounds like DeeDee’s got some stories to tell, regardless of anything else.”

“Sir, you don’t know the half of it!”

She left the room for a moment and then came back with her phone. Her fingers flashed across the screen for a moment. “It may take her a minute. She might be with a client or interviewing recruits.”

But it was only a couple of minutes before we heard a tone and Marie looked down at her phone. “Oh good, she’s still in town! If you guys don’t mind, I’m going to step out for a little privacy but I’ll be right back.”

Erin passed Marie in the hallway and stepped back into the lounge, refreshing the food and making sure everyone had a drink. My appetite was starting to return now that we had an idea for an alternative plan, and I noticed that Alicia and Ronnie beat me to the buffet table.

Marie stuck her head back around the corner. “Hey, what do each of you want? Boy or girl?” It took a minute to register what she was asking.

Janelle giggled. “I want a dick! A big one!”

Ronnie got into the spirit. “Pussy for me!”

I laughed and said, “I think you can guess my answer.”

Marie looked at me with a leer. “DeeDee herself has claimed you, Sir. Be prepared — for anything.” That sounded ominous.

“Did you get that, baby girl? And yeah, I want a hunky guy with a big cock and no brains. Right. Uh-huh — noon or so tomorrow? Fantastic!”

Marie’s call seriously lightened the mood. With Cumslut away, I got up to play host and refilled everyone’s glasses. The women started telling stories of their earlier encounters with me, which could have been horribly depressing, given the questionable things that I had done. But somehow all the tales came across as oddly fun and liberating for them. I felt twenty years of dead weight lift from my chest.

After a few more rounds, we agreed to call it a night, and suddenly my depression threatened to return as I contemplated sleeping alone for the first time in decades. I must have been easy to read, at least for Ronnie, who had seen inside me more deeply than anyone back when this started.

“Sir, don’t sleep by yourself tonight. Come and join me and Marie — none of us should be alone.”

I’m sure my relief was obvious. I stopped off long enough to call Dr. Shapiro but he assured me that everything was going well with Cumslut. By the time I got to Marie and Ronnie’s room, they were in bed with the lights dimmed. “You must be exhausted, Sir. Get in here!”

Ronnie moved aside so that I could slip in between them, and the last thing I remembered was a blonde head on one shoulder, jet-black hair on the other, and slipping into dreamless sleep.

Waking was a little less calm than falling asleep, as Marie and Ronnie had decided to take advantage of my morning wood. Little Ronnie had her mouth stretched over the head of my cock and was trying to take all twelve inches down her throat, assisted by Marie shoving her friend’s head down. It was a valiant effort.

Marie looked up to see that I was awake. “Good morning, Sir! You don’t mind, do you?” My smile must have been answer enough, as she pulled her friend back, kissed her, and then straddled me and slid my cock into her wet sex.

She looked like some video game Amazon, as her strong thighs gripped my waist and her perfect breasts danced above me until I captured them with both hands. She put her hands over mine, squeezing them to tighten my grip on her.

Ronnie knelt beside her and reached around to stroke her new friend’s clit as she rode me, bottoming out with every stroke. Her head was back, her blonde hair streaming down behind her, and I lightly touched her mind to share with her how good she was making me feel.

She grinned down at me before leaning back again, her mouth open, her eyes closed. “Fuck!! I can’t… I’m going to… Oh shit!” Her legs started to quiver, her head dropped forward, and her cascade of hair kept me from seeing her face, but I was still in her head and rode her massive climax with her while I held her up by her breasts.

I’d held off as long as I intended to and when she started to come down a little from her high, I pulled out of her and covered her with everything I had. She could feel through our connection how good she was making me feel, and her orgasm crested again as we came together.

Ronnie

She could see that her new girlfriend was spent. She caught Marie as she started to slump backwards, helping her down off of Sir and onto the bed. She leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, mi vida. Now it’s my turn.”

Ronnie leaned over and took Sir back into her mouth, reveling in the taste of her girlfriend on his length. He hadn’t really gotten soft, just maybe not quite as hard. Not quite as hard wasn’t good enough. She stroked him with both hands and licked the massive head of his cock until he was rock hard again.

She looked up into his eyes and confirmed that he was ready. She turned herself around, presenting herself to him. “Fuck me, Sir! Give me that beautiful cock!”

He leaned down over her, his cock looking even more enormous behind her tiny rear end. He gripped her ass and she reached between her legs to guide him in, backing slowly towards him as her pussy swallowed every inch of his dick.

“Oh my God!” They turned to see Marie sitting up against the headboard, watching in disbelief. “Where the hell is it all going?”

Ronnie gasped as Sir bottomed out again, then giggled. “Lover, I was made for this dick. Perfect fit!” Marie wondered if that was true — if Sir had altered Ronnie’s body the way he had temporarily changed her so she could take his demon form’s eighteen inch dick. The memory of her looking down and seeing it bulging her abdomen out so long ago made her shiver.

Sir pounded in and out of her, but Ronnie gave it back to him just as hard. She arched her back and reached her arms back and Sir got the hint, grasping her elbows and holding her up as he plowed into her. “That’s it, papi! Fuck my little cunt!”

Sir was still unable to get inside Ronnie’s head, but he could still affect her body. He wasn’t just fucking her, he was fucking with her, with a wink to her girlfriend. He was pushing her higher and higher, but was keeping her climax from cresting the wave.

“Harder, diablo, harder! I’m so close!” Marie realized what was going on and couldn’t help but giggle. Ronnie looked back at her and saw Marie and Sir trading glances, and suddenly it was clear she was being played.

“You bastard! Let me cum! Please please please… oh! OH! Aye! Papi!” She screamed the last as Sir finally let her orgasm, and she wasn’t sure if she was ever going to stop. Marie slid under her and held her to her chest while she vibrated and shook and moaned. Sir pulled out of her and she collapsed into Marie’s arms.

“That was one hell of a way to wake up, ladies. Thank you for sharing your bed with me last night, and taking my mind off of things. I love you both!”

Marie smiled up at him. Ronnie’s face was still buried between Marie’s breasts. They could hear her mumble “any time, Sir” before she rolled over onto her back with a completely satisfied expression on her face. “See you at breakfast.”

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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