Wind howled all around me, a dark choir of animals joined in and somewhere beyond the place where I was now, a darker choir joined in. For what seemed like hours, I lay on a bed of forest pine branches, dirt, fragrant leaves and other forest debris. At each of my four limbs, demons feasted on my blood -- and the fifth and sixth ones were both busying themselves with my hard cock and sagging ballsack!
Standing above me, straddling my prone form was my father. His dark hair hung in limp curls around his shoulders -- the once-blond highlights were deep burgundy shot through with burnt gold. When he looked at me with that handsome face, his mustache once again framed familiar lips and the soul-patch under his bottom lip was wet looking and I wondered what it would have been that made it so. His eyes were still the color of brick flecked with gold and now they danced with new light as he looked down at me.
I couldn't stop looking at the wide expanse of his hairy chest with the glistening silver rings that looped through each half-dollar sized nipple that he casually slipped a finger into. My mouth watered at the rippling stomach that was covered in sweat and the dark trail of hair that glistened as it led my eyes down to a marvelous dick. I still wanted that slab of meat between my lips, ass, and anywhere else it might fit.
As I watched, he slid his right hand down his body to lay his finger on the head of his cock and I noticed a slivery drop of sweetness there. His bobbing tool took my interest immediately and I wanted to taste what he now smeared onto the head. He slid his coated finger up along his torso, smearing his seed there and no doubt picking up some of the sweat that bathed him now. Finally, he slipped that finger into his mouth and I felt my cock throb against the tongue of one of the satyrs at my crotch.
I felt my legs being pushed up, then and a finger slide up my left one to touch my asshole ever so slightly. It was an electric burst of heat that shot through me as I felt the first knuckle enter there. "Slowly, Abaddon, we want the young one to suffer exquisitely." My father hissed, still stroking himself with that one long digit, returning it to his mouth when it was silvery with sperm. "Put your gift to him...slowly." With that command, I felt the warm thickness of what I knew to be his tongue. Agonizing slow circles began around the pinkness of my hole and I felt my body tense and thrust toward him. How I wanted that tongue in me but more, I wanted to taste my father's rich mancum. I felt another satiny tongue sliding into the pit of my arm and twirl my hair over and over. "Not yet." Father said evilly as I felt Abaddon's tongue sliding toward my twitching hole. "Beg him, son. Beg my minion for what you want." "Tongue me, demon!" I moaned, thrashing my hips toward him. "Slide that tongue into my hole and fuck me with it." "As we will do with our twin male-wands!" I heard the satyr's singsong beside of me. "Fuck you sweet and long till you beg us to stop!" "Let me taste it?" I asked my father as he spread the silvery strings onto his chest. It was then that he gripped his rod in earnest and began to stroke its length in long, easy movements as a smile spread over his beautiful face. In front of him, behind me, I heard a roar that I recognized as fire even as I watched my father's face become a deep burgundy tinged with gold in the light it gave off. Opening my mouth, I watched the cum ooze onto the head as my father drew his hand to the pit of his pubes. A small, silvery pearl fell from the head to drop squarely on the tip of my tongue and I savored it fully! Beautifully rich, maple tasting and soothingly hot -- and it was nectar to me. "Give it all to me?" I asked him, my tone begging. "You haven't proved that you merit such a reward." Dark burgundy hair came into view as I felt the fingers leave my body. An attractive face with angular sideburns filled my sight range and I saw Abaddon's tongue slide from his perfect lips to touch mine. Amber eyes glared at me and I felt a throbbing cock sliding between my legs. My own throbbed against him and I wanted to feel every part of his body press against me. "We enter the first stage of our play with you." Abaddon said to me, his body rising into view as he raised himself into a straddling position above me. The dark marking of concentric circles on his chest seemed to move as I watched. The circles were moving around one another and the line bisecting them all seemed to sway as his body moved onto mine. On either side of me, his legs moved in to pin me, his cock moving toward my face. In the blazing of the fire behind me, Abaddon's body took on a deep wine color and his dick looked like a burgundy serpent moving along my chest, up over my chin and finally to the tip of my waiting lips. As his beautiful staff moved into my mouth, Abaddon reached down between my asscheeks and began to work my hole with his rough finger. Because of his size, he could do this and not remove his cock from my greedy mouth. Even as I worked his head in, he pushed an eager inch farther and I took it. His finger slid in to the second knuckle and I squirmed anxiously for all of it...even his hand as long as it filled my aching hole. "He is a horny bugger!" Abaddon said and I moaned my agreement as I took another inch of his meat as his hips slid forward. "Master, may we fill him completely?" "That is what he's here for." "To be used by demon dick and left gasping for more!" One of the satyrs sung out merrily and I had to give in to the nagging lust for exactly what they had said. "We fill him until he leaks our seed and begs us to do it again!" "And oh how he will beg." I heard my father say behind Abaddon's now-thrusting body. "Deliciously decadent and devoid of morals -- he will beg to be used by you all!" My hands held the thick meat I now swallowed and I traced its length from tip to base, the veins throbbing along its surface with my touch. I licked all along the shaft and head, swallowing it again for a moment. My tongue slid along the insides of his thighs and the scent of masculine sweat was like fresh brown sugar in my nostrils. Licking him there, the taste was comparable, as well. Returning to his dick head, my mouth sucked out a spicy pearl of his precum and I noticed the difference in him and my father.
He pushed forward and I moaned with the sweet invasion! My mouth cupped itself around the head and my lips tightened as I slid down the column of carnality. Abaddon's massive body shivered as I buried my nose in his dark pubic hair! I felt his hand on my head and I savored the feel of his massive prick deep in my throat. His beautiful warm balls were pressing against my chin and I took deep breathes through my nose to breath in his savory scent! "He sucks cock like a fresh whore born of blackest pitch to solely service me!" Abaddon said above me and again, I moaned my agreement! "His throat begs for my seed to fill it, doesn't it, boy?" Again, I moaned, hoping for just that very thing! He began to thrust his head back and forth in my mouth, his flesh-rod slipping deeper into my mouth with every movement forward. His hands went to the sides of my head and I knew he was about to fuck my face for all I could give him. The power of his grip was amazing. He was helping to guide his massive meat in and out of my suctioning mouth and he held me by the head in a perfect state of non-motion while he fucked my face! Holding his balls by the base, I felt them swell in my grip. "Feed him!" My father cried, his voice carrying on the suddenly warmer wind.
"Feed my whore-born seed your demonic nectar and make certain he drinks it ALL!" "YES!" Abaddon swore, his hips tensing and his abdominals flexing as his mouth opened in agreement. "YEESS, MY MASTER! I OBEY!" And he DID! I was stunned as the first of his fiery flood scalded the inside of my mouth! I moaned to spite the slight burning of demonic cum that slid easily into my mouth and down my throat. My tongue moved to massage the convulsing head and I tasted the deep rich flavor of it as the second gush filled my mouth. Instinctively, my hands tugged on his balls and gripped his fleshy thigh for support as the third burst was unloaded into my mouth and I was forced to swallow. After the fourth volley of his wonderful cum, Abaddon's body sagged from me and his hands released my head. As he stepped back from my gasping mouth, I heard deep and guttural laughter fill the small clearing as my father's enjoyment of what had just happened was made known to all. Behind him, the sky roiled with the approach of a storm and had turned the darkest black. Only the fire lit the area we were in. "YES, son of mine! Drinking of the demon seed is the first phase!" I didn't understand and probably wouldn't as I sat up on my own and tried to calm my head from its spinning and my heart from its pounding through my chest. My throat felt as if I'd swallowed liquid silk and I felt it warming my stomach. Groggily, I noticed that Abaddon had seemingly melted into the background behind my father. He was still with us but not... Looking to the demon immediately to my right, I saw again the being with skin of dark wood that was blissfully covered from his curly head to his cloven foot in short, dark hair that curled and swirled around every muscle on his body. The rich mahogany circles of his dark nipples were glistening with perspiration and the silver rods gleamed madly in my eyes. I was mesmerized by the matching chain and skull that hung from his navel and swung back and forth just as his pendulous cock did the same. His chiseled face bent to mine and that smile spread again to reveal perfect teeth with pointed incisors and canines and I wanted him to taste me with them as he'd done before. That dark pink serpentine tongue slithered from between his full lips and flicked at my chin.
"Bechaud will please every dark desire you have, boy." He told me seductively as his hand pressed against my chest, just as he'd done when I'd first laid eyes on him. "I will make you beg for the pleasures I can provide you."
Inside me, I again felt the swelling of the oceans but thought it was more my desire, the thunder of the skies that was more my lust for this being and a feeling I had felt just as Abaddon had filled me with his cum. It was the touch of Bechaud that was causing this feeling in me but this time, when he withdrew his touch, the feelings didn't go away.
"Zealous, randy and always ruled by the organ between his shapely legs!" Father repeated again and again, I noticed the same beautiful cock oozing clear liquid without being touched or coaxed from its dark brown head.
"Beg me to taste it."
I looked up into his smiling face and felt the words coming out. My pleas were soft at first but gained volume as Bechaud laughed at my mewling. When I was begging like a common slut, with all of my being to be allowed to taste his veined and throbbing prick, he slid the tip of it into my mouth and I was silenced!
Just as I'd done before, I tightened my lips on his meat and he began working into my mouth the thickness he commanded. I felt gentle hands on my cock, stroking me in time with my sucking and I kept swallowing demon dick until there was nothing more of it to stuff into my mouth! My hands gripped his meaty thighs and I felt his slick body moving against me in an urgent motion.
Working my throat muscles, I swallowed and hummed at the same time to send a shiver of delight through his prick and his body. Above me, Bechaud trembled with the onset of orgasm and I felt myself building, as well.
"STOP!"
The cock in my mouth was withdrawn, as were the hands on my dick. My father laughed again at his own warning to the demons.
"You will offer him your best feature -- and make him want it all the more." My father instructed Bechaud. "Entice him with it...enchant him with your wares!"
Fluidly, the demon turned away from me as I was drawn up to my knees on the dark dirt floor. His cloven feet spread and all around him, the smell of rich, freshly turned earth sprang up and wafted through the air. The hair that ran from his head ended at the nape of his neck in small, damp ringlets. Under that mop, a slight trail of hair ran the length and breadth of his spine down to the "V" where his perfect asscheeks met. It was this trail of dark curly hair that caught my attention because it was along this trail that a stream of perspiration ran and disappeared into that magnificent cleft.
"No..." I whispered, wanting to dive between those cheeks and claim that crystal of sweat for my own.
"Don't whimper, little one." Bechaud said to me sternly even as he bent from the waist and grabbed the solid slabs of his ass. "You want to taste this dark hole don't you? You'd love to bury your head between my flesh and taste the sweat there...wouldn't you?"
When I moaned my affirmative answer, the ring of demons erupted in a raucous ring of laughter! I was still on my knees as Bechaud slipped a finger into his ring of burgundy-brown mystery and began working his hole for me to see. I was mesmerized s he kept sliding his finger in and out of his wonderful asshole. He took his time, sliding his finger in and out of his ass before joining it with another. Watching helplessly, I felt my insides quiver violently as Bechaud's perfectly rounded ass clenched along his fingers as they slid into and out of his opening and accommodating hole. The moaning that he did let me know he was thoroughly enjoying this self-satisfaction.
This demon's moans were like tidal waves of lust that rang through the woods around us. Even as the sound was torn from his throat by the plunging of his now-three fingers into his ass, the howls of wolves and calls of various birds answered his lustful call! All of my attention was focused on this masculine melon in front of me, parted by the invading digits that I wanted to be my tongue.
Bechaud's fingers were slipping into his ass and back out again like a well-oiled machine intent on pleasure. His whole body was undulating with the action and my mouth fell slack as I watched. I wanted nothing more than to fasten my lips to that wrinkled skin and flatten it out with my tongue over and over again.
"Look master -- the ass glutton's mouth waters at the sight!" I heard behind me and knew it was one of the satyrs. "How he yearns for the taste of Bechaud's inner self!"
And I did! I wanted nothing more than to put my face between his dark thighs and let him ride my face in much the same way Abaddon had done!
Bechaud's beautiful body twisted back and forth as he fingered his delicious ass and I let a moan escape my lips when he turned to face me, his other hand twisting savagely on his left nipple, the bar pulling the delicate tissue there. As he moaned this time, his eyes lit up to a brilliant gold glow and I knew it was more than reflected firelight. This was pure lust that burned in his eyes. His demonic torso bucked, tensed, released and repeated the series of actions as his fingers dug up into him.
"NOW, boy!" Bechaud shouted to me, his voice ringing through my head and the woods around us like a baritone siren! "See what your lustful thoughts have wrought!!"
His hand slipped from his tortured nipple to surround his monstrous cock -- which hadn't stopped leaking pre-cum like a faucet! Even as I knelt, unmoving and transfixed, the demon's hand stroked his club-like cock three times from head to base and on the third downward movement, literally SHOWERED me and about three feet beyond me in almost every direction!
"YOU DID THIS, BOY!" He screamed, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he held his cock in one hand, slammed his fingers deeper into his ass with the other and hosed me down with his load! "Reap what you've sown!"
Large ropes of cum -- impossible for any human -- lashed against my face, running along my cheeks, my chin and throat. Each cum-lashing was a warm stripe of sticky goo as he washed me with his cum! I heard myself moan aloud as I was bathed in his stuff. The taste was like thick venison stew rich with hearty beef and thick stock. His taste was deep and went even deeper into me as I opened my mouth to take as much of it as I could before he stopped.
"YES -- cockwhore! Drink from my fountain!" Bechaud called to me, his hand holding the base of his meat as he emptied it. "Drink deeply! Fill yourself!"
Holding my mouth open, I caught great ropes of his liquid beauty and swallowed it down as I'd done Abaddon's. I hungered for this -- needed this!
My own cock oozed its approval of my depravity as I licked my mouth, scooped up the running residual of what had hit me -- to eat it, as well! As I did, I noticed that my skin was red where the initial lashes of man-spew had hit me. Marked by demon cum I was and I loved it!
From the shadows -- literally stepping from the ones thrown across the small expanse of clearing separating myself and Bechaud, an ebony figure emerged, holding his own club-like cock and swinging it likewise as he stepped toward me. Like all the others, it was leaking pre-cum and drooled silvery-sweetness as he moved.
"Naamah bids you welcome to our circle of masculine sin, young one." This ebony entity said to me, his voice like rain against tin. "You WILL drink from this fountain?" Holding his cock, he stepped forward so that the dark head was within reach of my more than hungry mouth and I opened it, eager to accept this demon dick!
His words were exactly as they were when I met him and they filled me again with lust and wanting for his offering! Closing my eyes, I let the tightness of my mouth being stuffed fill my existence! Choking on the thing, I let Naamah face-fuck me with his manhood, moaning my excitement all the while.
A beautiful landscape of writhing muscle against muscle greeted me when I opened my eyes. The fine ivory wisps of hair that clumped together in sweaty ringlets in the cleft of his chest were damp and soaked with sweat. The hair fanned out under his pectoral muscles and lined the crevice of his tightly muscled abdomen, become grayer as they descended. The same ivory hair fanned out over the wonderfully veined and throbbing cock that sprang from his body to become fused into my mouth. The perfect, helmeted head was a darker black and gleamed with a single pearl of precum as he pulled it from me -- against my protests to the contrary.
Thick fingers slid under the head, catching the drop on the tip and it was offered to me. I opened my mouth slowly, reverently and accepted the honeyed gift eagerly. It was like the same juicy tang of fine steak with a splash of darkened, ripened raspberry.
"Thank you." I moaned as the demon slapped my face with his cock. Long, slivers of silver streaked across my cheeks, mingling with the previous cum there. "Thank you...thank you..." I kept repeating.
Parting my lips for it when he prompted me, I welcomed the thickness, the veiny warmth and the oozing juice of his cock into my mouth. He pushed himself further, filling me until my nose was nudging his lower stomach and his ivory pubic hair tickled my nose. My throat relaxed and as I swallowed repeatedly, massaged his length time after time.
Naamah put a ringed hand on my forehead and again, held me still as he moved his black hips back and forth into and out of my mouth. Again, I held tightly to his steely columns of muscle as I fastened my lips to his cock and let him ride my face at whatever pace he felt I could handle. After a relatively short time, I felt the telltale tensing of his body and the gripping of my face increased. I knew this was the moment he would reward my cocksucking and braced myself for it.
"Ahhh, yessss, young fuck! Take my dark seed into your craving throat!" Naamah said to me and I felt a thickness coiling around my neck. "I hold you to me while I fill your depraved body!"
The thickness was his tail -- coiling like a python around my neck but not constricting. It only held me as the demon's might rod began tightening and flexing, throbbing against the roof of my mouth as it released its raspberry-flavored load! One jet nearly drowned me as it filled my mouth. The second and third were savored -- as I learned to hold in the sweet stuff for a long moment before swallowing. The fourth spewed into me and only a bit of it escaped my lips to run along my chin and drop onto my bent knee.
The deeply onyx demon finally withdrew his engorged tool from my aching mouth and smiled down at me as he scooped up the fallen jizz and licked it from his own fingers.
"Soon, boy-man," Naamah cooed to me, his tongue sliding lusciously across my face to taste the drying loads there. "I will slide my granite love staff so far into your willing body that you will feel as if a tree were planted inside you and you are its blooming fruit. I will breed you sweetly with my demonic seed and you will thank me for the gift!"
"I look forward to it!" I answered back, no lie in what I was saying as my own dick throbbed with just the thought.
Then, as he'd appeared, Naamah melted back into the shadows thrown deep into the wood by the fire behind me. My father stood in front of me and I noticed that Abaddon and Bechaud had found the flesh of one another too appealing to ignore and had taken to one another like animals. Rutting against one another, the two demons' bared teeth and thrashing bodies were turn ons of the highest order!
"Father?" I asked, feeling the warm air of the night drying the ropes of cum I was tied with. "What now?"
"Oh beautiful boy!" I heard from behind me and knew the voice of desire was crawling along my spine. "Now, you are prepared for the ultimate gift. Your father has called us all here to prepare you for what lies ahead of you -- and that preparation isn't finished yet."
T'an-mo's low voice rang through me and I struggled to see him. I could feel deep tissue massaging of my shoulders and upper back as tension I didn't know I had faded away. Along my sides, his hands traveled and as he spoke, I felt as if his words went with them.
"The demonic pleasures we will visit upon you will be exquisitely painful as we use your flesh for our own."
"Slip our dual dicks deep into you..." I heard to my right and knew it was either of the two satyrs. "Watch your twitching ass grip us, beg us to release you."
I felt myself lifted and wondered if T'an-mo's hands were responsible. Ahead of me, I watched as Abaddon and Bechaurd tongue the long staff that protruded between them and from my father's muscled body. Long slivers of dark pink and burgundy wrapped around the base and the middle, moving along it to massage and coax the pearly seed from the tip. A twinge of something went through me as I saw Naamah rise from the shadow the group threw on the ground. The obsidian demon's head was thrown back, his mouth open, his tongue like a dart of pleasure and it slid easily between the meaty globes of my father's ass -- like butter being bent by a warm blade.
"Service your master..." My father hissed even as I was lifted above the ground a good four feet. "Pleasure me..." He went on as the demons around him did just that.
"Vosh!" I heard T'an-mo call softly and felt two hands twist at my nipples.
"Vask!" He said and two other hands began to stroke my cock, now slimy with precum and remnants of the others. "Prepare him..."
I felt the fine covering of fur as it moved against my free-floating arms and legs and knew they were moving along me. Each of them had a mouth that oozed warmth and experience as I felt my dickhead kissed, lathered in spit and tortured to release more and more precum into waiting receptacles, my armpits explored by eager tongues and the old wounds from my father's whip bathed gently by warm tongues. I watched their horned heads with the ringlets of gold move like twin globes of light all over my upper and lower bodies. Mustaches and beards moved deftly between my thighs and into the crevice of my ass to nip, rub, nuzzle and tantalize -- both neatly trimmed adorned their decidedly masculine faces.
"Yesssssss." I heard myself moan as T'an-mo's hands worked the fleshy globes of my ass, pulling it this way and that until I felt it give to the pressure of the twin mouths working toward my hole. "Tongue me there...right there!"
To my utter delight and fascination -- I felt what seemed to be twin serpents of salacious energy slide into the deep trench of my ass and work into my asshole. I knew it had to be their tongues but the way the things slid against one another, wrapping around each other and writhing against one another -- I'd swear they were separate entities. I didn't care -- as long as the deep penetration of my ass wasn't halted and T'an-mo's hands never left my waist, ass and inner thighs.
"You will be a willing participant in your own moral demise, boy." I heard the desire demon's voice wrap around me and I knew he was right. "You will beg us to be used, worked, prodded, fed and abused before this day is through."
Day? I cracked my eyelids to see the sky still filling with dark and ominous thunderheads -- and an occasional flash of distant lightning. That was new to the landscape. Through the trees I heard the same calling of animals, all of which sensed our primal rutting but somehow, I thought they were getting closer. Surely not, but if they were, it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.
"They know, don't they?" I asked aloud.
"They know you're about to be fucked royally, human boy!" Vosh said to me, his voice seeming to be all around me.
"Sensing a deep and terrible desire in you, they are!" Vask followed.
I felt a surge of something inside of me as Vosh, the satyr from my right, enveloped my dick with his eager mouth! His hairy body shook with delight as he swallowed me and I spasmed with the sensation. He worked a thick tongue along the shaft and shoved his mouth down to the base. Vask dove between my spread legs and worked on my heavy balls with equal abandon. Their words were no more as all I heard were their lusty groans and grunts as they began to ravage my body.
"We will impale you on our twin randy rods and make you scream!" They both said in that same singsong voice as they mouthed me.
"THEN DO IT!" I screamed, my body alight with desire. "DO IT! Lay it to me you little bastards! Quit talking about it and FUCK me, already!" I shouted, my own voice carrying over the erotic din of the small clearing and the growing thunder echoed me as I continued, my body writing against them. "Lay your dicks to my ass -- FUCK me you bragging bastards!"
"They dare not touch you in such a way!" I heard the unmistakable lilt of T'an-mo's voice in my ear and the twin tongues sliding back to my dark hole.
"The master would kill them for violating you so -- but we will get the chance to taste you in such a manner -- eventually."
Deep shudderings in my being told me that the twin satyrs' tongues were inching me toward a powerful climax as the desire demon continued to play about my chest, torso, ass, legs and back again. I moaned against his touch and the intrusions of the twins. Thunder shattered the sky even as the forked brilliance of lightning did the same.
"They torture you with the idea of violation."
"Why not do it?" I asked, my body aching to be used in any manner that would satisfy that yearning in my ass to be filled. "Are they not part of my father's court?"
"A part they may be -- but the honor of deflowering you isn't for a lowly demon such as us. That is the sole property of another!"
A deeply erotic tremble began to emanate within my thighs. The hands that were caressing and massaging me had moved around to my front and as I opened my eyes, I thought to glimpse T'an-mo. There was nothing but the faintest fog-like figure in front of me. Like water vapor, the thing moved and I felt a distinct male organ press against mine. As I watched this thing move slowly, I felt my own dick respond to the new sensation of something rubbing against it.
"Why can't I see you?" I asked this final demon.
"Desire has no real form...you make it what you wish."
As I watched, the picture in my mind of what I desired came into view. T'an-mo took the shape of my beautifully masculine and deeply erotic father.
The thick tail swayed behind him, the thickness of it reminding me of a small serpent. I wondered for a fleeting moment if it were capable of performing the same acts as his wonderful penis...and if I would find that out for myself. T'an-mo's fatherly form faded into mist and I felt his hands leave me.
"No..." I whispered even as the twin tongues withdrew from me and I felt nothing against my body but the heat of the fire behind us and the silvery light of the forked lightning that flashed frequently around us. "Don't leave me like this."
"They have one another to satiate, my son."
Turning slightly as I found myself standing, I saw my father coming toward me. His hands held no whip, no device of torture but his eyes held that and more. He was certainly going to torture me -- in the most delightful of ways. Even in this altered form, I could recognize the torchlight of desire in his gleaming eyes as he walked toward me. Soon, his powerful strides brought us together and I was caught up in his arms to be brought close to him.
"This is your birthright, son." He said to me and I felt my head swim with his voice. "Within you germinates the seed of demonic lust and the genetic gift I've given you. You need only surrender to your true heritage and you and I will become one as we were always meant to be."
Between us, I felt the throb of my father's cock pressing against my leg. His eyes shifted to my upper shoulders and back to my face as his mouth parted and his pink tongue slid out deliciously. His head bent and that tongue was then dueling with my own for dominion of my mouth! The kiss was deep, passionate and telling of a pent-up desire that we both had been harboring for one another. Moaning, I clutched at his slick skin, holding him to me, molding myself against him.
"Do you want me to make you what you were meant to be?" He asked when the kiss was broken and we stood together, his arm holding us together.
"YES!" I answered quickly and without hesitation of any kind. "Make me yours, my dark father!"
Thunder crashed around us as my father raised his right hand and it began to glow a brilliant yellow-red. Lightning forked and slammed into four tall cedar trees to set their tops afire! In the new light, I saw the main demonic sextet ringed around us. Beyond them, I counted perhaps twenty to thirty lesser demons all circling my father and myself. There was a bizarre mingling of wolf, coyote, and other wild dogs of various colors and sizes that mixed with them.
"Witness all you denizens of the depths!" My father shouted as the thunder attempted to rob him of his voice. "Today, my son becomes one with his father! With this mighty union, let us rejoice one and all in the time-honored ritual of depraved fornication!" He went on, his glowing hand leaving trails of light in the air as he moved it. "With this final act of ridding my son of his innocence, he becomes mine -- body, mind and soul!"
"Yes!" I added to the shouts of approval that came from the demonic gathering. "Take me father! Take all of me!" I shouted as lust, carnal need and desire burned as brightly within me as all of the fire and light that now surrounded us.
My father's hand burned away all of the pine needles, branches and any other debris in a circular field around us. A large marble table appeared within the circle and it was here that I was to give myself to my father, I knew. He moved us closer to the structure and the smile on his face told me that I was right. His hands slid under my arms to grip me and lift me up onto the table.
"They rejoice as you do with this union, my son." Glancing to my right, I caught sight of the twin satyrs slamming their sizable tools to a demonic form who roared his obvious delight at their invasion. Just beyond them, a trio of other demons was orally accommodated by a kneeling duo that sucked greedily on impressive cocks. Abaddon commanded two demons that sucked and mouthed his impressive dick as wolves impaled them on what looked to be massive members, as well. There were matings of animal and demon, demon and demon, and animal with animal -- fornication ruling all of them.
"Lie back son..." My father said to me, his hands gently pushing me back and spreading my legs with the girth of his body. "We have waiting a long while for this moment...and it is finally here..."