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Phainon woke up from a dream. A wet dream. A long and exhausting wet dream. One where the orgasms felt real and very intense. Yes it was all a dream, it had to be a dream. There was no reality where he was actually fucked by large, slimy tentacles and a demon lady, except in dreams.
So then why, and he cannot stress this enough, WHY was said demon lady, staring down at him?
No, no— this has to be a hallucination. Yes, definitely a hallucination! He took an edible before dozing off hence the weird wet dream, and this hallucination!
With that figured out, Phainon sagged back to the pillow. Resting his eyes, waiting for this bizarre hallucination to pass.
“Your phone won’t stop buzzing” said the woman
Just a weird, interactive, hallucination.
“Your friend is asking if you’re going to the gym?” She added.
Phainon bolted up, eyeing the woman, “H-hey!” He yanked the phone away, almost stumbling backwards as he did, “You can’t—” his jaw clamped shut, suddenly remembering this woman was a demon who could tear him to pieces if he pissed her off… although now that he could see her figure clearly… she looked like a regular human. No horns, tails, sharp claws and wearing normal human clothes… wait no, he shouldn’t be focusing on that right now. There’s a damn demon in his room and he has no idea what she wants from him!
Trying to regain his composure, Phainon straightened his back only to feel it sting as something leaked out of his ass. Immediately Phainon's face turned beet red as some of last night’s copulation came rushing to the forefront of his mind.
“Oh there’s more?” that demon dared to ask, “Thought I got it all out? Hmm, lemme see,” just as she attempted to get on the bed, Phainon shuffled backwards proclaiming, “Ah, ah, don’t you dare get near me!”
She tilted her head to the side, brows furrowed as if it was ludicrous demand. “S-stay there and… fuck— what do you want from me?”
The creases in her brow deepened, “Don’t you remember our deal?”
Deal? Phainon made a deal with this demon!? Hah, if he wasn’t dead before he was dead now! What deal did his high self made? His soul? Half his life span? His most hated college professor’s marriage? Should he yell for help? But surely the demon would shut him even before he could get a word out. But she hasn’t made a move at all during this and if this demon wanted his soul then she would’ve taken it after fucking him, right?
Something pressed on his forehead, halting Phainon from his spiral, it was the demon’s thumb. In his crisis the demon had gotten closer to him.
“Yeesh, calm down. I just asked ‘ya a question and you turned all pale,” she sighed. Which, this little demonic bitch thing- calm down!? Calm down!? Who the fuck could stay calm in a weird ass situations like this!?
Phainon’s mouth twisted wordlessly in rage, as if everything he wanted to say and asked had left his mind— but they were very much still on his mind, just which ones to say first he couldn't decide.
All he ended up saying was “Fuck you!”
The demon flinched, retreating her hand awkwardly “Uh, sorry,” she said robotically.
She’s apologising? A demon?? Apologising???
Phainon stayed silent as he tried his best to glare at the demon. Whether his glare was convincing or not, he couldn’t tell.
“Our deal,” she began, “Was for me to service you regularly while I get to move freely on earth.”
“S-service as in—“
“Sex”
“Sex…”
Phainon buried his face in the palm of his hands and let out a muffled scream, at that, the demon seemed to speak quickly, dare he think, slightly panicked, “Or- or we can make it twice a week! Um, as long as we have sex that satisfies you then it’s fine. I can’t make any other alterations since those two things were the only things we agreed on sooooo….”
Sex with a demon, Phainon made a deal to have sex with a demon. Oh Kephale, just smite him already. He made a deal to have sex with a demon and apparently they both agreed to it last night.
“H-how long is this.. deal?” Phainon murmured. Slightly lifting his head to look at her.
“Um…until you die?” She smiled awkwardly.
Phainon flopped to the bed, face buried into the pillow, “What did I do to deserve thiiiiis” he lamented to himself. Despite the pillow muffling his voice, the demon caught every word as she replied, “Hey you were the one who summoned me.”
Absolutely not! Phainon doesn’t recall setting candles and drawing a pentagram for a summoning ritual. And even if he didn’t remember there would be some kind of proof in his room, of which there was none. So how then, could he possibly summon this demon?
“Still don’t remember?” The demon asked, as if Phainon was the idiot. All he remembered was getting his ass fucked while high. Anything prior was fuzzy.
He turned to peek one eye on the demon, now sitting comfortably on his bed. A little smile on her lips as if she was amused by him. “No,” he replied quietly.
The demon chuckled, “Geez you humans and your short memories. Fine, I'll answer for ‘ya. Around…. 2.15-ish am, you wiped your blood on your bathroom mirror then smeared some on your mouth and so, here I am~”
Phainon said nothing. Only pressed his head further into the pillow and groaned. That was a summoning ritual!? Ridiculous!
The demon clicked her tongue, “If you hate it so much then you should’ve thought twice before striking that deal.”
Phainon finally lifted himself and faced the demon in his fury, “I was high! Y-you took advantage of someone not in their right mind and- and ugrh!! I retract my deal! Begone!”
“Dramatic…” The demon pouted, pouted!
“It’s fine if you end up regretting the deal, most humans do anyway. But breaking a deal off with a demon like me isn’t possible… So, like it or not, you’re stuck with me until you die. Oh and don’t try to kill yourself, I’ll always be there to prevent it.”
Hhrgh, well he never planned to kill himself to begin with, he quite liked living. If anything, was it possible for him to kill a demon? Probably not. So then, how the hell was he supposed to resolve this? There has to be a loophole in the deal, he just needs to know the exact details. Except… now that Phainon was sober the longer he’s awake, he recalls more of the event from last night and rather than figuring out the deal, he felt a new wave of erotic shame wash over him.
Silly Phainon, he should’ve known recalling the intense fucking would have his dick twitching uselessly. Leftover semen leaking out of his ass, his lower half still slightly ached and only now did he realised the hickies on his body…. Dear god there’s hickies on my body. Phainon rolled off the bed with his blanket and fell on the floor face down.
“Um..” the demon voiced
“Quiet!” If he’s going to live with this thing then he needs to properly recount where things go wrong so he could sulk properly like a big boy.
—
Phainon had finally done a solo-travelling trip overseas. It was on his bucket list of things to do during this semester break. While he had the time of his life, Phainon was also eager to return home to his friends and family and become a couch potato for the remainder of the break.
Unfortunately for him, his flight home was delayed by a whole 15 hours and the announcement was at the very last minute too! Meaning he had to sleepover at the airport, which he wasn’t a fan of, and informed his family that he couldn’t make it back home at the originally promised hour.
Ugrh and that’s not even including the actual flight back home, from the United Xianzhou States to Amphoreus, he’ll have to make a stop and switch airplanes at Penacony. Making the entire flight 19 hours. Maybe he should’ve brought his friends along so he wouldn’t have suffered alone.
When Phainon finally, finally landed at Amphoreus, he was greeted by his family who welcomed him in a group hug.
And oh, finally, home sweet home, his beloved bed, he vowed to never leave its side for the rest of the month. The drive back home also took a toll on Phainon, because of course they lived two hours away from the nearest airport.
Exhausted and delirious, he so very lazily “arranged” his luggage in his room and brushed his teeth before falling asleep. In his tired state, Phainon’s thumb grazed the blade of his shaver which drew tiny beads of blood. Sighing to himself he closed the cabinet mirror then sucked on the blood before realising he had a sink in front of him.
“Fuck me, I’m slow…” less out of frustration and more out of general tiredness. Trudging back to his room, Phainon took an edible from his bag and flopped on the bed like a dead man.
However long he slept, Phainon still felt tired. As he stirred awake to a strange pressure around his thighs, it lifted them into the air gently. He groaned, slowly opening his eyes to find that his room felt oddly… heavy. The air felt damp but not unpleasant, something like a beach on a hot day.
When he lowered his gaze to his abdomen, Phainon gasped when he saw coils around his thighs. Just as he was about to grab onto one of them, a hand wrapped around his chest and pulled him back.
“What-!?” He looked over his shoulder but before he could see anything, another hand covered his eyes, plunging him to darkness.
A dream, he rationalised to himself.
A weirdass dream that I’ll wake up—
“Shh,” whispered someone. They leaned close to his ear and said, “Let me take care of you.”
Phainon gasped as he felt something soft pressed against his lips, jerking his head away in reflex but the stranger chased his mouth, their hand moved from his chest to his chin, gripping him in place.
Phainon felt their finger entering his mouth and once again, before he could process anything, some wet appendage glided over his tongue. Something hot and heavy and… forked? A tongue? A forked tongue??
Suddenly remembering he has limbs, Phainon tried shoving this person away but his arms were immediately restricted by the familiar coil. He shuddered when that coil grinded itself on his crotch.
That menace finally leaned away from him, leaving Phainon gasping and feeling hot. All of a sudden, his throat felt dry and he had this aching thirst for something he can’t name. The hand covering his eyes moved away and to his clothed crotch— pressing their hand down with an amused hum. Phainon threw his head back in a shuddering gasp. In a split second, he tried again to look at this person but… no, a person doesn’t have horns— their hand slid under his shirt, cutting off any more of his thoughts.
“A-ah!” Phainon yelped, their hands were rough and sharp, yet they made an effort to keep their touch gentle. Gliding over his chest before pressing their finger on his nipple. Phainon’s chest was never particularly sensitive, yet this thing’s touch— Their every movement on his body had him shaking like a leaf.
As he felt their lips on his neck, kissing warmly against his skin, he had a realisation; this was a wet dream. Yes definitely a wet dream. The person behind him is some weird creature with horns that wants to have sex and the coils are their tentacles and Phainon is its unlucky victim— like those porn animes he and Castorice secretly watch together.
And what the hell, sure! He had a tiring day, so instead of resisting, Phainon decided to indulge in this bizarre dream and clean whatever mess in the morning. Hopefully no one tries to wake him up if he sleeps in.
Being satisfied with his own conclusion, Phainon melted in their touch, letting their hands explore his skin and take off his shirt and pants. The tentacle things around his thighs spread his legs open and-
Wait, wait wait— Phainon tensed when something pressed against his half-hard cock and fuck, when was it getting hard? And what was that thing that— oh its another tentacle one shaped like a behemoth cock. Of course, this was a dream. A sex dream. With a tentacle monster.
The thing behind him laughed, their hands— their claws rove up to his chest leaving faint red lines on his skin. “How big you are,” they teased. Their voice sounded smooth and deep. Once again trying to get a better look at them, Phainon turned his gaze to the side and saw gold and white eyes staring at him. It reminded him somewhat of a cat.
He swallowed a lump of saliva building up in his throat and he tried to speak, “F-Flattered.”
Their eyes widened to something like shock, then immediately curved upward. The phallic tentacle continued rubbing against his cock and Phainon moaned.
——
Phainon couldn’t help the cascade of moans and whines when that thick and heavy cock of hers thrusted into his hole so achingly slow. His own body struggled with wanting either to pull away or move closer to the girth.
Another sharp thrust, this time deeper, had Phainon’s flushed cock splurting out his cum like an erotic fountain. She laughed in his ears, her breath hot and her voice endearing. “Another?”
Phainon nodded, this pleasure felt far too good, too real for it to merely be a dream that he can’t help himself but to want more. He isn’t even sure how many times he came just from being fucked— or if he even came at the all and that was the first.
All he could think about the past however many minutes were the movements of the tentacle hitting his prostate over and over, making him feel numbingly good and dizzy.
“Phainon,” the woman whispered, “Open your mouth.”
His brows knitted for a moment but slowly he opened his mouth, earning an approving hum. A second tentacle appeared in his view, less textured like the one fucking him and looked rather smooth.
Ah fuck, the tip breached his mouth as it went further in, making Phainon squirm. The tentacle pulled back slightly then back in. Maintaining a steady pace of fucking into his mouth. Oh god Phainon felt like such a pervert for having this dream.
Getting fucked from both holes and deriving pleasure from it felt good, so damn good it’s was making Phainon question his erotic kinks for a moment before getting cut off by the woman’s — demon?— voice. “You like this?”
What a stupid question, here he is writhing and moaning like the horny bitch he’s feeling right now, cum on his stomach with a second orgasm rising steadily— and she’s asking if he likes it?
Phainon moaned in response, grinding his hips against the tentacle-cock with clear eagerness.
The demon shuddered— shuddered!
She growled in his ear, “Such a perfect hole for me to fuck into, you fit me so nicely and you look so pretty doing it.”
Her clawed hands reached down to grab his cock. Phainon felt dizzy looking at those hands, with sharp gold nails that could tear him apart yet, it’s not. Instead those hands were gently stroking his cock, careful not to scrape them against the sensitive skin.
Phainon bucked his hips, wanting more stimulation but the demon clicked her tongue, “So greedy.” She drew her hands back, making his sob for the loss of contact but immediately turned to a strained moan when another tentacle of hers engulfed his cock and started.. sucking? Sucking his cock like it’s a throat. Bobbing back and forth with increasing pace.
Fuck fuck fuck this all too erotic— Phainon wasn’t crazy about sex in general but this might get him addicted. What a shame it was just a really long, stimulating, strange dream.
The tentacle fucking his mouth increased its speed, making him choke for a moment. His garbled groans sounded so lewd and loud and wet— but fuck did it felt good.
The demon kissed his neck before sinking her teeth in a shallow bite, “More?”
Yes, yes yes, what even is the point of asking. Just give Phainon everything at this point. He felt sex drunk and overwhelmed and resting was the furthest thing from his mind.
He nodded stiffly and the demon growled-turn-laughed. The demon let go of his body and he felt himself being hoisted in the air by those absurd tentacles.
Turning him over with ease. Phainon gasped when his mouth was freed, coughing and spitting as he catched his breath.
He looked down at the demon beneath him. Realising he was now straddled above her with his hands on the sides of her shoulders while his lower body was largely supported by the tentacles. (Still with his hole stuffed full and cock somehow being sucked.)
In this position, he finally can see her figure clearly. Long grey hair, black serrated horns that curved outward and up, allowing her to lay her head on his pillow. Before Phainon could take in the sight of her, his head was pulled down to a harsh kiss.
Her forked tongue wrapped around his own tongue, then pulled back wetly, making Phainon moan. What an obscene, pornographic act. She leaned to lick his lips and sealed his mouth with a dizzying kiss.
The tentacle-cock continued fucking him with increasing intensity, harsh and deep and fast and so fucking good.
Phainon moaned into her mouth, uncaring how loud or pathetic he sounded. Hesitantly, he lifted a hand and brushed his fingers against her cheek.
She hummed approvingly, leaning away from the kiss to instead kiss his palm. Such a contrast to everything else going on.
“So cute,” she whispered. Her hands tangled into his messy hair, then pulled him down some more, urging him to lay on top of her.
Their chest pressed into each other, her lips continuing to kiss and mark his body and Phainon moaned and sobbed from the building need to cum.
“Close— I’m fuck— I’m..”
Just as instantly their position switched, this time with Phainon on the bed. She lowered from marking his chest to his stomach and down to his cock. The tentacle dissipated, replaced with the hot wet warmth of this demon thing’s mouth.
“Oh!” Phainon moaned, his back arching up as she began to suck eagerly. The drag of her forked tongue moving endlessly and the strange sensation was better than being sucked by a tentacle.
(Hah, what an insane thought. Once he wakes up from this dream, he needs to question his sexual interest while shaming himself.)
And familiar pressure pressed against his lips and Phainon realised it was the same tentacle that was fucking his throat— or at least it looked the same.
Without hesitation, Phainon opened his mouth and the tentacle resumed fucking his throat followed by a please hum from the demon sucking his cock.
Fuck these thoughts feel insane, this all feels insane but it feels so good, so good, so good.
Phainon came with a garbled moan. His entire being shook so intensely and his back and ass arched off the bed.
Even when he was finished spilling his load inside the demon’s mouth, his hole kept being fucked, with the same pace. Phainon squirmed but felt hands in his hips pressing him down, making him stay put— but how can he when everything felt so good, he can only writhe.
The demon dragged her mouth up, then released his cock with a wet pop. “Hmm, taste good,” she teased.
“Fuck I’m close to, be a good boy and all of me okay?” She breathed. Her gold pupils were wide and dilated.
Phainon couldn’t properly process her words, only moaning loudly at the thought of being given more. Absolutely more.
Her lips suckled his wet tip, teasingly light. The tentacle in his mouth once again removed itself, allowing him to vocalise his pleasures.
Her tentacle-cock thrust harsher, its pace brutal and fast before it stuttered slightly and fucking cums inside of him. It came inside his ass and oh god it was much and loud and fuck, fuck fuck Phainon threw his head back as he wrecked out a broken moan. His mind felt heavy and dizzy as he came down from his high. His hips stuttered when her cock won’t pull out. Instead staying inside of him and moving very subtly.
Phain felt hands on his cheek, the same hands that were on his chest, “I like you,” she said.
“How about a deal, hm? You get to have this anytime you want.”
More? Yes, of course more. How many times does he need to show that asking was useless? He nodded, “Yes, ye-yes please. More I want.. I want—mhm!”
The demon kissed him slowly, softly, but soon turned ravenous and Phainon responded in kind. Licking and dragging his tongue against her mouth and whining whenever she pulled back.
“Such a precious thing,” She whispered. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Please..”
Phainon stared at the ceiling of his normal bedroom. Red in the face, half hard in the cock.
Fuck him, why does sex turn him stupid? It’s not his fault sex sometimes feels so good he would shut off his brain and indulge in the pleasure of it.
When he looked to his bed, he saw the demon now sitting on the edge, staring down at him with a smug grin. Damn why does she have to look pretty? With those pretty eyes, and pretty messy grey hair.
Urgh, demons! (He thought, as if he met other similar demons before)
“Twice a week?” He begrudgingly asked.
“We can make it three~” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Hah! Not a chance. I don’t wanna be fucked and sore all week…” Phainon rubbed his face, sighing like his old man. “Okay just… it doesn’t have to be intense like last night, right? Even basic vanilla sex will do?”
“Of course. As long as it satisfies you. It doesn’t matter.”
Phainon glared at her, trying to find any hidden meanings behind her words but couldn’t make sense of any. So just sex that satisfied him, sounds simple on the surface but what if he gets old. He doubted he’ll be able to fuck and be fucked twice a week once he hit his 60s… and what would happened if he wanted to get married and start a family? This deal could be the death of him, either by ruining his future or overexertion from sex.
“And is there really no way to break our deal?” Phainon tried again. Seriously hoping there was a way.
The demon’s smile dropped, she looked away from him and instead stared at her hands. “The price to pay for not honouring our deal isn’t something severe, I always make sure of that. You’ll only feel like your shoulders are getting heavy. It still sucks for you humans but it’s better than having horrific hallucinations.”
“How merciful,” Hmph, it is merciful for a demon of all things. Phainon shook his head, “But that’s not an answer to my question.”
“Hm… If it makes you happy, I can find a way to break our contract without you having to suffer from back pain. I uhh… I know some guys who’re way more knowledgeable about deal making than I.”
Phainon sighed in relief, too tired to even jump in joy. Thank Kephale, Mnestia, Cerces, everyone else, even the gods from other countries, there was a possible solution. Although…
“A-and.. how long will this take?”
“Uuuuuuhh…. I don’t… ahem— knooooow?” She answered quietly.
“Just kill me”
“No”
“Gah!” Phainon flailed his limbs rustling the bedsheets beneath him as they fell back on his body, covering half of his embarrassed stricken, red hot face.
Mentally preparing himself for however many days or weeks or months with a sex demon attached to him— actually if he’s going to spend time with her, he should at least be nice and get to know her. Unlike any of the demons he’s read in textbooks and fiction, she’s willing to help him rather than enjoying his suffering.
And according to her, she helped get semen out of his ass… or most of it. Urgh, his thighs are wet and sticky. He needed to take another shower.
Phainon cleared his throat, pulling the blanket away from his face, “Can I get your name? Please?”
The demon looked at him in shock, which.. Why? Was it forbidden for mortals to hear the names of demonic creatures? Or maybe she was the sort of person to detach herself from personal relationships? But wait, she’s a demon— do demons form personal attachment to anyone? Or at least, does she?
“It’s um.. Stelle… or that’s the human translation.” She replied, ceasing Phainon’s spiral of thoughts.
“Ah.” Suddenly he felt awkward, “Um, that’s a nice name. I’m Phainon.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Phainon cringed inwardly, “A-anyway. I guess we’re gonna be stuck together until we break this deal.”
Stelle chuckled, “Don’t worry, I won’t bother your day to day life. Just live it out until you wanna fulfill our deal this week. I don’t care”
“Ah. S-sure.”
Phainon needed a lot of time to think about whatever was happening truthfully. This damn deal with Stelle and how he was gonna balance it out with college life once the next semester starts. Damn it, should he tell his friends about this predicament? Or should he keep it to himself? No way in hell was he going to tell his parents, or sister. Maybe Castorice? She reads stuff similar to whatever his predicament was. Or Mydei? Maybe he knew a thing or two about demons?
Wait—
Suddenly Phainon jolted up, surprising both him and Stelle, “Phone!”
“Uh-“
“Damn it where did I drop it?” Phainon scrambled onto the bed and threw the pillows away trying to find his device, then when he looked back on the floor, he saw his phone peeking out of the blanket. He hastily grabbed the phone and read the past few notifications he got. Three texts and one missed call.
Phainon hurriedly answered Mydei’s text then turned to Stelle, “I’m gonna go out and you— uh, I don’t know, do whatever just don’t let anyone in my life see you for now!”
Phainon rushed to his bathroom, closing the door loudly. Leaving Stelle on his bed looking befuddled and amused.