Erotica Harem

Well, here you go, LB and Zane. Again, most of my suggestions relate to clearer sentence structure and alleviating the “and” carry-on sentences. They’re minor, actually. Please use whatever you feel is right for you, though.

As well, I’ve added my Valèn addition to the end. OMG, this is the first M/M scene I’ve ever written. Zane, I apologize! The demon, after all, is going to be one of Valèn’s pets and he has to “test drive” (so to speak) before he buys. Please let me know your thoughts as well.

That same week, Dorian saw Polly in the cosmetic section at Wal-Mart, and he walked over to say hello. She had just applied a new fragrance and he sniffed twice, realizing that her fantasy was to do it with a grungy rock star. (?) went over, said hello, sniffed twice what she put on as her favorite brand and saw in her head she wanted a grungy rock star. *This is a long sentence, and my suggestion is to break it into two, so the actions aren’t lost on the reader*

He went to the bathroom and waited for a couple kids to leave before standing before the sink. “Mirror, mirror, what’s the chance...of me getting in Polly’s pants?”

“That should be no surprise between us—so off to a motel to show her your penis,” said the mirror and poof! Dorian was became a grungy rock star. type. With a sly grin, he exited the bathroom. (?)

“Whoa!” Polly said a little too loudly under her breath (no comma) when he approached.

Dorian He saw her saw she drooled at his long, shaggy hair, his rockin’ hot stuff, What kind of stuff? His clothes, jewelry, makeup? and her fingers went loose. To me, this didn’t give me a clear picture of what happened. It’s explained below, so I wonder if it’s needed?

“Hi, babe,” he said, grabbing/catching the bottle of perfume that slipped out of her hands. (?) when he caught the bottle of perfume which fell out of her hands. “I’m Jimmie Maximus, (comma) at your pleasure.”

“In twenty minutes, darlin’, you sure will be!”

In a nearby motel room, when they were stripping, When they were stripping off their clothes in a nearby hotel, Dorian asked, “Not that it’s any of my business, but what’s the one thing about your husband you hate most?”

“Aw, honey,” moaned Polly and unhooked her black satin bra, “you sure know how to kill a moment, don’t you? Why ask that now?” Her huge girls flopped out a hello and Dorian’s curiosity from all those weeks of cards games came to an end; his little wolf came to attention and was ready to howl. This would be an added delight since it was Freddie’s old lady. “He’s a big investment broker, darlin', and he's cheap. But I’m not going to let you be cheap,” she said. She kneeled before in front of him by (?) the bed and but before taking his penis into her mouth she cooed, “You can spend as much as you want in my mouth.”

Dorian felt his cock growing, becoming harder, as she took her lips, full and red with lipstick, and wrapped them around his organ. Her tongue darted over the tip. Lick, lick, lick. In one hand, (comma) she stroked his shaft, while she cupped his sac in the other and rolled it in her palm like a couple of stress balls. The sensation began to crawl through his blood vessels to his mind, like hot, little fingers massaging at his temples. Dorian stared down at the bobbing head and massive tits flopping between his knees, and his ego swelled with his lust.

“So your husband's in mutual funds. True? Well, we’ll have some mutual fun!” (remove the em-dashes here) She gasped as he pulled her up from the floor and twisted her whole body around like a human propeller until they both fell back on the bed and her nethers parted gently over his face. “And here’s an investment for you.” (period) he said and His tongue delved between her fleshy folds, engorged like a creampuff and waiting for fulfillment.

“Oh, my God,” he could hear heard her moan somewhere between his thighs as his tongue darted in and out. (period) “Two more seconds and I’m gonna be there. You better fuck me and fast."

“You can take it to the bank,” he laughed, another gibe at her husband’s career.

Polly twisted around and settled on him in the a reverse cowgirl fashion. Her pelvis rose and fell as she grasped his youthful thighs. “Jimmie fuckin’ Crickets!” she wailed after riding his huge white pony for a few moments. “This beats the yacht club, the Tupperware parties, and it sure as hell beats cards!”

“Don’t stop,” he cried.

“The riding?”

“No. The compliments," Dorian moaned. "What else does it beat?”

She rose up and turned around to face him. His fingers went south toward their meeting crotches and he dipped into her cream. He brought his hand to his mouth and lapped. “Ummm. Yummy.”

“You made the milkshake, darlin’,” she purred.

“Better than Mr. Softee?” he prodded.

“Oh, God, yes!” she moaned again as he drove in her like an upside down jackhammer.

“Better than Dairy Queen?” He pumped faster and harder.

“Oh, God, yeeeessssss!”

He sank his shaft as deep as it would go. “Better than Häagen-Dazs?”

“Hhaaaaaaagen Daaaaaaazssss,” she screamed as she came.

“Let your husband try and match that goddamn deposit!”

She rolled over and put her hand on her gash. “Not even close. I’ve never felt such a fountain before.”

He leaned over to the night stand for his smokes, removed a joint from among the cigarettes, lit it, inhaled deeply, and said “Tell me more.” The verbal kudos came the length of his coughing, smiling, nodding pot break. I don’t understand this sentence (sorry). When he finished, he pulled on his black leather pants and crossed from the bed to the bathroom, leaving Polly on the bed to recover. (?) her on to recover.

As he stood over the sink, (comma?) washing his hands, he gazed at the reflection of a well-fucked (hyphen) Tommy Lee clone. His lips twisted with conceit. (keep together) “So, mirror, mirror, did I do her nice?”

“A mere man does once…” (ellipses are always three dots/periods and no spaces before or after)

“Yeah, go on.” Dorian grew impatient with the silence.

“…what a wolf would do twice.”

“We’ll damn well see about that!” he said and shoved his index finger at the glass in defiant anger. What nerve of this glass, this penisless purveyor!

When he returned from the bathroom, Polly was nearly fully clothed and verging on buttoning her tailored, Marc Jacobs blouse.

“Uh uh,” he said and motioned with his finger for her to disrobe.

“But it’s getting late,” Polly objected. “I have to fix dinner.”

“Not until I’ve finished mine!” Dorian snarled.

She hesitated, smiled, and began unfastening the buttons. "We can order out for Chinese."

“Do you like songs from the eighties? Cause, I’ve got a lion in my pocket and baby, he’s ready to roar.”

“Oh, good God,” she said and lay back, (comma) waiting for him.

He stood before her like he was on stage and swerved his hips in an undulating fashion as he lowered his zipper. Aside from the typical skull, and here and there snake tattoos, a flamboyant “J” stood out next to a red-inked heart of equal proportion on his right pelvis. (Just suggest this rewording for better clarity) (?) here snake there tattoos, unusually placed on his right pelvis set a flamboyant J next to a heart of equal proportion.

Polly stared at it for a second and mindlessly mouthed, "Jack of Hearts. Funny. The little dork I play cards with weekly is obsessed with its power."

"Well maybe there is something to that," he said and cocked an eyebrow. "Stand up this time,” he ordered. and, Like a good love slave, she did his bidding and was stood head to head with him.

“Upsy daisy.” (period) He grunted, hiking her ass up into the air and down upon his throbbing cock.(?) Her c…. he said and hiked her ass up into the air and her cunt fell like a perfect lock onto his key.

“Oooh, lah, lah,” she cried. “You really are a tiger.”

“A wolf is more my style,” he said. and After several good heaves, he turned his face toward the bathroom and blurted “So what do you think of me now?”

“I…I…I think you’re fantastic.”

“Not you.”

“Then who?”

“Never mind,” he sighed, and clamped his hands tighter around her bottom as he lifted her up and down with his strength until he thought his cock would burst. She felt so good sliding over his tool (no comma) that he broke out in opera as they orgasmed. “O sole mio!” he sang.

“Ahhhh, for me?” she smiled, loosening her grip on his unruly black mop.

“Of course. Who else?” For me-o! Dorian thought, as he tumbled her limp body onto the bed.

While Polly retired to the bathroom to straighten her clothing and fix her makeup, Dorian slid took out a lone jack of hearts from a deck of cards he had in his coat pocket, and slipped … (?) from his back pocket a lone jack of hearts and slipped it into her purse. When she returned, he gave the bottom of her fanny and stinging slap. She gasped in surprise. “Well, sweets, on your way,” he said with a devilish wink. (?) a quick little sting with his hand on the bottom of her fanny to make her gasp with surprise and said “Well, sweets, on your way.”

With the same bravado, (comma) Dorian seduced the other two wives. He gave them the fuck of their lives, gathering the demeaning info on each little yuppie knight of the “round table” and he always left behind his calling card. He extracted from Jane that her husband, Russell, was nicknamed “Russell the Asshole” by her when he did something stupid. Brenda’s husband, Roger, had no jolly roger below because he could only rise four inches at full mast. Now Dorian had the goods on three of the major idiots of “the round table.”

[New line] He began picking up this the habit of staring (no comma) of just simply staring into the mirror, and like Narcissus, admiring his own beauty. He would change his face several times before hopping into bed. And It wasn’t long before (?) he began to wonder if he’d ever meet a female’s that would … (?) face in a female’s that would captivate his own protean puss enough to fall in love.

That’s when he met Delilah.

Someone brought her to cards one night, a new gal who moved into his apartment complex. The welcome wagon invited her to the card tables of Dorian’s home. She was tall, auburn haired and shapely, wearing a leopard skirt, a low black v-top (hyphen). What he admired most, though, was the animal sultriness about her. (?) and had an animal sultriness about her.

She walked across the living room floor with one of the other women right as Dorian held up the Jack of Hearts. You’ve capitalized the Jack of Hearts here, but not in other places. Seeing that this is the title of the story, I wonder whether all of them should be capitalized as well? “There is only game where the jack will always beat any queen! Euchre.”

“Oh, really,” she said, (comma) and plopped down in the seat across from him, (comma) setting his blood afire. (?) and set his blood on fire. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke slowly in his face, much (?) to his surprise and dismay. “Maybe you need a new game,” she suggested. “Maybe Perhaps (?) pinochle—where there’s at least a marriage. I’m Delilah,” she said and reached across the table to shake his hand.

“And I’m de-lighted,” he said, (comma) which made her laugh. “But, I’m sure…” Dorian said slowly because an intuition inside told him this was no stranger, “I’ve met you before.”

“No doubt you have.” (period) said She and stared directly into his eyes. “Now let’s play cards.”

Oh, she was a cool, cool kitty this one, and for weeks, Dorian could not get her out of his mind. Because of this, he sought out no other woman. (?) and sought out no other woman. Several times, (comma) when she was over for cards, he’d pass by her, sniff, sniff and could not, judging (?) from her perfume, gather what she wanted. It was the first time his new gift failed. But As fate would have it, he was lucky and one evening she appeared at the door. “There are no card games tonight,” he said. answering.

“I know that, pussycat.” She said and walked right past him to his bedroom and began unzipping the leopard skirt she was prone to wear often. “You think I haven’t noticed you sniffing around me?” From her purse, she pulled out a CD. “I always like a little mood music with my fucking,” she said, went before strolling to the CD player she saw on top of his dresser, and replacing Dorian's music with her own. “Angel” by Massive of Attack began to play, hard and driving with a seductive, give-it-to-me staccato beat.

Within moments, (comma) they were completely naked on his bed. “Ever hear that expression,” she asked, “that at night all cats are gray? Well, this one's a little different from the sex kittens you’ve been toying with.” She began to purr and hunched her back up like a feline. Crawling towards him from the foot of the bed, her hands like paws, she slowly and methodically kneaded the fabric of his mattress. “Like I said, maybe you’re due for a new game.” She began to sing along with the song in a smoky voice:

Her eyes
She's on the dark side
Neutralize
Every man in sight

Even though he was aroused, he knew something was different. He was not in character, any character, and here she was with him, plain, nerdy Dorian. What neutralized his vanity, as it were, was that this was not a revenge fuck for his ego, (comma) or information to be catalogued (passive voice): for categorizing later. This was cresting … (?) for later use; this was cresting on something genuine, love. He felt more like a cub than a wolf.

She pushed him onto his back and let her fingertips rake softly over parts of his body he never knew existed. Then she touched it! Right above his organ and right below his navel where a ticklish spot was: his erogenous zone. It riveted through his flesh, this vulnerable male g spot. “Take me,” he whimpered.

“How ‘bout I tie you before I take you?” Woohoooo!

His eyes remained closed in a trance-like (hyphen) stupor (?) state, (comma) while she quickly retrieved from her purse the fixins, two red silk scarves. Soon his wrists were secured (passive voice): Soon, both wrists were securely affixed (?) to the posts of his brass rail bed.

“Just like the pillars of so long ago and far away, my little captive Samson,” she said. “But this time you can watch and won’t be blind. I’m not so eager to shear your locks – your vanity! No, that, I think, we’ll keep intact.” She looked up from his lower torso, batted her eyelashes and slowly her tongue slid from her mouth.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he let cried out, almost afraid by the second what it would do. (Sorry again) I don’t understand this sentence. Was he afraid of coming too soon? Then He felt his penis passed between her warm, wet lips. All the other women before her evaporated in a pfffft (remove exclamation mark) above his head in a vapor, their faces forgotten. (period) and Only she existed. Just as he was about to reach heaven on the seventh floor, she stopped.

“Fellatio interruptus! Delilahicious in its cruelty, don’t you think?”

“Please, please,” he begged, his cock near crying. He was about to go off like a flare. It would be the ultimate evil to stop now!

She climbed on top of him. Glistening with sweat, her full breasts teased his lips and he tasted the salt of her flesh. Her large, dark areolas needed affection as she crammed each mound, one at a time, into his mouth. (period) H er nipples grew rough and protruded against his tongue. When he entered her, it was as good as pure, (comma) unadulterated heroin. Her hips worked with the rhythm of the music, moistening her cavern in preparation for his pleasure. Sniff, sniff! Her musk filtered through emasculated wolfen nostrils.

“Wolf treats!” Dorian he said under his breath. He wanted to lap and begged for her to free him from her wolftrap.

He could see she had no intention of releasing him. What His control went beneath her straddling hips: deep plunges, shallow plunges, all the way in and all the way out to the very tip, to the a point he sighed for relief, before she drove herself down to the base of his cock. (period) and She let her head fall back on her neck, looking to the ceiling in triumph and then down upon his helplessness encased by her. She spoke in strange tongues, languages he had never heard, maybe no longer existing. “I’m your angel, aaaaaaaan gelllllllll,” she sang. while His eyes rolled back in his head, as the tension of his love muscle exploded inside her.

It drove her home to her own climax.

When they were dressing, his vanity had to have the answer of how good he was. “So…how was it?” he asked.

She smiled and moistened her crimson lips with her tongue. “You rocked my roll from kingdom to cum!”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, just a little pre-Apocalypse private joke I always say.”

“Does that mean you could actually have real genuine feelings for me?”

She just laughed out loud and said, “Oh, come on; you can’t be serious. Over a roll in the hay? Honey, you ought to know a vacation in the vagina is not a home in the heart. Certainly you of all people would know that.”

“What do you mean me of all people?”

“Skip it,” she said, and not long after she was dressed and out the door.

Weeks went by and he did not see her. He stopped the card games, depressed she had never come back. Days went by, and he found himself unable to take another woman. (?) would go by, and he would not take another woman, He did not speak to the mirror but just for his own pleasure, he would change his face to several different characters most women wanted, wondering which would please Delilah—but more so, why did she like his in the first place? So miserable was he over Delilah that he wanted to tie one on.

He went back to Sirens (no apostrophe) bar with no interest in meeting anyone. However, there was a desperate need to feed his ego with something, anything. Behind his back, (comma) the Good ol’ Boys were having a Bitch Session.

“She hasn’t been the same for weeks,” said complained (?) Freddie. “She actually confessed to me she fucked this guy at a motel one day and has never been the same. I mean, I’ve had affairs, but I’ve never told her. (?) never told. She could’ve at least had the same attitude of what I don’t know won’t hurt me. Not Polly, though. (period) She’s obsessed with this grunge she met at a Wal-Mart—a Wal-Mart, for Christ’s sake. Jesus, if you can’t trust a Wal-Mart, who can you trust?”

“The same’s with mine,” said whined (?) Russell. “Jane did the same. She actually confessed! Is she that desperate to throw away what we have for this Romeo she met?”

“Well,” said griped (?) Roger, “pull out another paddle, boys. (period) I’m in the same boat as you know. I’m telling you—if we get a hold of these three, let’s kill them together, shall we? Tie them up and--”

“Hey, Dorian,” said Freddie. (period) “Why in the hell did you stop your card game night? Maybe if you had kept it going, my old lady would’ve never cheated on me. She would’ve been safe with you at your house! Hey, are you listening to me, nerd?”

That did it. “Oh, yeah,” said Dorian, swiveling around on the barstool (one word) to face all three. “I’m listening. And what have we here? The sorry ass husbands of the three little pigs? Maybe they cheated for good reasons, huh?” He looked at them all with complete disdain before delivering the following judgments. (?) all three of them and delivered to each the following judgments: “You’re cheap. You’re wife calls you ‘Russell the asshole,’ (comma) and you have a little dick!”

He was so loud that the entire bar fell silent and heads turned. The three amigos sat stunned with their eyes wide for a moment in total disbelief that the wallflower loser had so much stored in him.

Freddie spoke first. “There’s only one way this little idiot could know all this about us!”

“He knows the bastards who’ve been dorking our women!” said Russell growled.

“Little stooge,” sneered Roger. (period) and The three of them started to make their way around the table. “Wait’ll I get my hands on you!”

Dorian was quicker though and went across the dance (?) floor, (comma) pushing people out of his way until he came to a hallway. In seconds, he was out the backdoor and soon lost in the night.

Once home, he slammed the apartment door. Damn! What good was any of it if they don't believe it was me! He turned around to the door, talking as if it were them. “It was me, you assholes. (period) I was fucking your dull wives! Me! Me! Me!”

Dorian’s ego could not take it any longer. He had to morph. He had to have a woman tonight!

That’s when he met Lillith. She almost somewhat (“almost” and “somewhat” mean basically the same thing, so I might suggest removing one or the other) resembled Delilah, the statuesque ice princess, minus the leopard skin skirt. Strip clubs were not really his milieu, but something drew him to this one. He picked Lillith up at Bare Essentials where she worked as a pole dancer. Sniff, sniff, sniff. When he put fifty dollars down her g-string-purse, he caught the scent of her perfume (?) scented her perfume. With a trip to the bathroom mirror, he addressed the spirit.

“So, reveal the deal, my glass-encased friend. What’s the disguise to get in her pretty rear end?”

“The only way she’ll show you her heaven…is if you return as 007.”

He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Yeah, smart guy. Which one?” Pfffft! “Thanks,” he said in a Scottish baroque. (period) Standing before him was a clone of …(?) and there was a clone of Sean Connery in his prime. “Cheer-o.”

When she was done (passive voice): finished dancing, she spotted him below the stage. and was immediately above him, H olding out her hand, she introduced herself. (?) “I’m Lillith deTwat.”

“Yes; we’ve touched base a few moments ago. When I dropped in the fifty.”

“I only got one fifty—and it sure wasn’t from anyone who looked like you.”

“One trip to the loo and a little aftershave changes everything, luv.”

“You’re divine,” she said and melted. this might be a pov shift here, but I’m not 100% sure.

“No, I’m Clay. Adam Clay.”

“You sound just like James Bond!”

Without further adieu, it was another escapade back to his apartment for an evening’s romp.

“Before we uh, uh, uh,” she said, tilting her head back, mocking an orgasm, “I want you to hear a song.” From her purse, she pulled out a CD and put it in his dresser-top (hyphen) player.

“What is it with you birds bringing yer own shagtunes?”

“Please?” She clasped her hands and tilted her head in a sex kitten fashion.

“Must I?” Dorian he asked impatiently.

“Oh, you must.”

Within moments, she began to strip to some old pop tune from the early seventies, a song by Chairman of the Board. She wiggled while she disrobed and while using (?) her fingers crooked in that come hither fashion, she sang, “If you dance to the music…don’t you know you got to pay to the piper.”

“Drop the stagecooch bit. This is my show.”

“Cheeky little monkey, aren’t you?”

Dorian was in no mood to play. When he got was halfway done unbuttoning his shirt, she put up her palm, a warning. “Not so fast, my brazen Brit. Plenty of time.”

This was a new one, a challenge. What was this tactic about? The others just fell over like dominoes, spreading their legs.

“Do you like games, Adam—that is what you said your name was, Adam?”

“Madam, I’m Adam,” he said in palindrome. “Adam Clay. And soon…you’ll be putty in my hands.” Oh, this is hilarious! Clay and putty…good one!

“Oh, really?”

She reached and clenched his dick beneath his trousers. “And what can we shape this into?”

Fwwwwing! His member shot up to attention. “A sky rocket!”

“Ah, but will it get me to the moon?” she parlayed.

She drew out her tongue and ran it over her upper then lower lip in that an enticing drawl (isn’t “drawl” a sound?) and her long fingers reached for his buttons. With each one she opened, she reached in and ran her hands over his well-developed chest, stroking his hair. “Oooooooooh, nice fur rug.” And when his hand went between her legs and just brushed her pussy hair, she wiggled her finger. “No touchy.”

“Well, how about a tug of the old boosies?” he moaned and reached for her breasts.

But she was quick and pushed his hand down. “Keep your mitts off my tits!”

She climbed on top of him, and straddled him, doing her business fare of a lap dance that consisted of rubbing her hot, moist-spot … (?) and did her business fare, a lap dance rubbing her burning moistspot against his aching cock. When, through his clothes, he probed against her, she stopped short.

“And keep your shooter out my cooter!”

“Bloody hell!” he cried. “What does a bloke with a bleedin’ stiffy the size of Big Ben have to do to get a little chitty chitty bang bang!” This was not feeding his ego; it was attacking it like a scorpion, stinging here, stinging there. And these cute little witticisms! Oh, the pain, the pain.

She sprung onto the floor and danced before him, touching one moment her round, (comma) full tits, and squeezing her own rosy nipples to the point where they stood erect. Then she held up the V sign with her fingers into the air, cried “Vic…tor…y” and put them below to spread her lower lips. After letting him have a longing look, she reached and pushed him back onto the bed and twisted around to have her naked ass right in his face in a sixty-nine position. His tongue licked the perimeter of her cute little starshaped A hole to begin a full-fledged (hyphen) rimjob. “Keep your tongue out of my dung!” she wailed.

She flung herself off him and stood up. “And now for the pièce de résistance!”

“I’d rather skip to dessert.”

She produced some red silk scarves and began tying his hands to the bedpost.

“Aw, not again,” he sighed.

“Bond in bondage!” she laughed. “You kinda remind me of 007 in my favorite Bond film, Goldfinger. Yes, I think a little reenactment might be in order for tonight.” And now She also bound his feet and soon, his entire body was immobile. (?) his feet were bound (passive voice) as well, his whole body immobile. “But this time it won’t be a laser ray that’s gonna threaten your manhood. And it’s not ‘Operation Grand Slam.’ It’s Operation Slam Ham.”

“Do you expect me to cum, Miss Goldfinger?” he asked, playing along.

“No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to crrrrrrrryyyy!”

What was coming next? Certainly not he, apparently.

“Feast your eyes on this, 007!” Lillith’s face contorted with she-demon (hyphen) delight. She waved her hands in an upward motion to all the mirrors in the room, first to the one behind the bed, the one on the right side, left side, above and behind. “Come out, come out. All of you.” In all of them In every mirror, phantoms of the most beautiful women appeared. One face begetting … (?) appeared phantoms of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth. All of them in the mirrors, one face begetting the next, becoming a third, a fourth, a fifth, on and on.

“From this single loin,” Lillith said and drew her fingers as lines along her inner thighs, “came all these daughters.”

In the mirror on the left, a blonde with cool green eyes, humongous tits and golden pussy hair smiled voraciously, saying “Generations spilled out of her and we are here to show you, tell you, what you cannot ever hope to have, taste or touch! Your vanity will be in for a real treat! The treat it cannot ever have!”

A brunette appeared and began fingering her long, slender labia until it glistened. “Oooooh, I bet you’d love to taste me.” With her own finger she wiped some and drew it across her lips like gloss. “Ummmm. I’m strawberry today. Don’t you wish you had some of this dessert, mon ami?”

Dorian looked away but it was useless. (period} Ensnared within his own vanity trap, he tried to close his eyes in order to block them out, but their moans of pleasure filled his mind. “Fuck me … (?) he was caught (passive voice) in his own snare, a vanity trap. Even if he closed his eyes, their moans drove on and on. “Fuck me, Dorian. Fuck me, Wolfie! Fuck me, Lance! Fuck me, Jimmie! Fuck me, Adam!” He began howling in pain. Another mirror had a redhead who stood before him. (period) She turned around… (?) and turned around and bent her ass to his face. The picture would enlarge enlarged to the a point where her puckered hole was the size of his own head. Her scent was there as well, stinging inside his nostrils like pepper, inescapable. “Sniff, sniff NOW, Dorian! Smell me all you want, but you won’t taste! My pheromones will make you moan!”

“After all this,” cried Dorian to Lillith, (comma) who then became Delilah, “what do you gain? Why did you do this to me? What pleasure do you get out of my torture?”

“Your destruction and your vanity! You rock my roll from kingdom to cum. come!”

Delilah/Lillith clapped her hands. “Des entres le morte!” she said, flinging her head back, the face of a demon now covered her fleshy features. (?) Its Fiery red eyes narrowed and its lips drew back into (?) a vicious sneer that made Dorian think a spew of obscenities would follow. (?) was to follow. but Valèn, (comma) however, only grinned and howled / roared / bellowed /cried / yelled etc. said “Euchred!” as he threw throwing (?) down the a Jack of Hearts upon Dorian’s chest. Just a suggestion Seems like you lose, my boy. (?)


***

Valèn stood in all his naked glory, gloating at the puny human before him. “I have kept my part of the bargain, Dorian. Now you shall fulfill mine.” He ignored the childish whimpering and tears that leaked out from the corners of the human’s eyes. “You, by far, have surpassed more than I thought possible. For this, I shall reward you handsomely.” His cloven hooves scraped across the floor as he approached the man. The dark magic instilled within his fingertips brushed across the warm flesh. Dorian threw back his head, fighting against the carnal lust Valèn knew scored through him. “Have you never tasted the pleasures of a man before, my scrumptious little morsel?" He chuckled, and the invidious sound slithered around the room like dry, rustling leaves. Dorian’s cock rose to new levels, thickening as desire rushed through the fragile blood-filled organ.

“Please…no…please…”

“My sweet little pet.” Valèn purred. “You will be asking for more when I’m done with you. The demon leaned over and without further adieu, he took the throbbing cock into his mouth.

Dorian bucked his hips up and down, trying to escape his practiced touch, but as soon as his forked tongue danced over the engorged head, he heard a deep, throaty moan, like music to his demon ears. He slid his mouth up and down the rock hard shaft, always marveling at the hot flesh that rasped against his fang teeth. He cupped each testicle, and pulled down hard, bringing pain as well as pleasure. Dorian’s movements slowed, and his breathing deepened. When the human opened his eyes and looked down, Valèn saw the fright and horror he could so easily bring forth to this weak race. Using a tendril of magic, he forced Dorain’s eyes to stay open. You will watch me, my pet. You will watch me make you cum, and you will scream for more, I promise you. And you are well aware, I never renege on my promises.

The human’s eyes rounded as Valèn dragged his teeth roughly along the shaft. He removed his mouth from the dick that glistened and twitched with hungered wanting. “Tell me, Dorian. Demand of me what you want. Place your vanity at a level never achieved before. Make a demon bow before you.” Again, he chuckled, cruel and merciless.

Black talons reached up and pinched both nipples. Dorian heaved a loud sigh of contentment, but still he refused to say a thing. Valèn knelt between his legs, and using his own swollen cock, he placed both against the other and stroked them up and down between his large, taloned claws. “Tell me, Dorian,” he urged, stopping to squeeze both purple heads between his fingers.

“Ahh,” the human cried. “Yes! Don’t stop. Fill all my desires, sniff, sniff. I’m yours. Take me!”

Valèn pushed back on his knees and with a vicious plunge, he forced his cock into Dorian’s virgin ass. The human howled in pain, but only for a moment. The demon did not move his hips, but continued to move his claw up and down the aching cock. A droplet of precum slipped out of Dorian’s dick, and the demon threw back his head and laughed. “Your vanity has you so blinded that you don’t know what you want. Cum for yourself, Dorian. Make it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever done. Please yourself, your wolfen beauty, your insatiable need to be the best.” He rubbed his thumb over the ambrosial wet spot on the cock’s head, causing the human to groan aloud.

“Fuck me,” Dorian screamed.

“Oh, you do know what I like to hear.” Valèn started slow, moving with methodical thrusts in and out. Dorian squirmed beneath him, a delightful erotic dance that tightened the skin around his own balls. “Tell me, who is the fairest one of all? Tell me!” he ordered.

“I am…I am the Wooooolf!” With these words, Dorian came in long, shooting founts of hot cum that caused his body to tremble and thrash upon the bed.

Valèn wallowed in the convulsions of the human’s ass as it clenched around his hard cock. He pulled out of the tight cavern and pointed his dick outward, emitting jets of his own pleasure all over Dorian’s chest and abdomen. He lay across the human, nuzzling up close and howling softly in his ear. “Ahhhwooooooo! By the way, I’ve always wanted a pet wolf.”

Valèn’s demonic laughter followed the human down into eternal darkness.