"I...surrender."
I smiled down at him, feeling my Father's eyes on me, boring into me.
Around us, there were howls and groans, mewling of deep-throated origins and somewhere, I heard my Father laughing a throaty laugh. Looking up, I watched Abaddon's handsome face slide alongside that of the archangel's, his sensual lips curving in a smile. His eyes met mine and I inhaled his scent, watching him finger the fine curls of the cherubim that I had my cock buried to the balls inside of. The Destroyer's long tongue slid along the pale face of the imprisoned fuckee and the male's face became streaked with tears. As I pulled my hips back, dragging my cock from him, he whimpered and clutched at me, attempting to pull me back inside of him.
"No," He said, his eyes clear with wanting. "Don't take it out."
Leaning down, I slid a hand under his neck and lifted his head, covering him with my body. Turning my head, I pressed my lips onto those of my Father's first in command, savoring the scent and taste of the Destroyer as I had so many other times before. While I kissed and tongued his mouth, I sent my cock back into the male beneath me, eliciting moans of pleasure where there had once only been cries of denial and condemnation. My other hand reached behind Abaddon's head, holding him to the kiss while my tongue searched his mouth and dueled with his own tongue.
I began fucking. Long penetrating strokes into the archangel, my cockhead surely scraping the inside of his mouth with the depth of my strokes, I fucked this once-reluctant male. My body moved against his smooth skin and it was like rubbing raw silk. I felt hands at my sides, heels digging in my ass-cheeks and a familiar tongue sliding back and forth into my asshole, driving up deeper with each thrust. It was one of the best rim-jobs I'd ever had! Moloch was gloriously eating my ass and as I thrust into this soft asshole, he would drive his tongue deep into my guts in perfect unison.
My tempo quickened as Abaddon's tongue lashed inside of my mouth. My cock invaded the tight, pink pucker and the archangel's moans mirrored my thrusts, his ass working my length with every movement I made. Gone were the cries for me to stop. No more were the slanderous remarks as to my evil and corrupt nature and that of my demonic cohorts. Now, as I fed his ass my prick, there were only soft sighs, deep moans and clutching at my sides, ass and shoulders to keep the steady stream of dick-meat coming to his hole!
"Yes," he would whisper, the ending sound long and drawn out like a serpent. "Deeper...into me, deeper!" he would beg and I would oblige each request, all the while feeding my tongue to Abaddon and taking his in return.
The crack of a mighty whip to my right broke our kiss, but not my stride. Looking to see the origin, I watched the long, black coil arch into the air and find its mark -- the broad back of the kneeling Agares, who arched up into the blow with both pride and intense pain. No howl of pain came from him at this second blow but rather a deep sound of unmistakable pleasure. I noticed that underneath him, Vereno lay on his back, between the bearded demon's legs and nursing on his thick cock. Looking to my Father, I watched the veined shaft of his pole entering Vereno's willingly exposed flesh as he made the whip sing through the air. Again it connected with the broad-shouldered Agares and the demon moaned, arching into the blow.
"Your divine Father demands blood from us all, Princeling." Abaddon said his voice gravelly and rich with lust. "Did you think you were the only one?"
"I hadn't any idea one way or the other," I admitted, rubbing my face along his. "Will my Father allow me to use the whip?"
"It is my understanding, the whip must be earned."
"And how does..." I asked, slamming my cock into the ass it craved. "One go about..." I went on, repeating my thrusts. "Earning...it?"
"You must ask the Father about that one, Princeling." Abaddon returned, his mouth kissing along my shoulders as another CRACK was heard, mingled with the moaning of Vereno under my father. "Don't you find the pain intoxicating?"
"Yes," Was my admittance as I worked my hips around to both impale the angel under me and to allow Moloch's tongue deeper access.
Opening my eyes, I watched Paimon move in front of Agares' mouth and let his hefty prong slide easily into it. There was a look of pure delight on his face as his meat was taken in short order and a steady in and out rhythm was established quickly. Behind Paimon, Sytri's large wings flared outward and he slid his own meaty appendage along the crack of the offered ass. Above us all, lighting sheared the clouds and for the first time since this entire thing began, it started to rain in heavy torrents!
"He weeps for me!" The angel said under me but I did not look at him.
I watched the rain pour around us but not a drop touched any of us. Father's long-dicking of Vereno's willing hole continued and even picked up speed. Vereno's thickly veined cock was being nursed by none other than the mischievous Clawband, the small demon's mouth sucking furious at the drooling head. Vereno went on sucking Agares' cock and Paimon continued receiving demonic head from the demon of courage! Sytri's silver jangled as he prepped the hole before him with his long fingers and copious amounts of spit! Through all of this activity, it seemed as though none of them noticed the downpour's beginning.
"The Lord weeps for me...as I am debased and debauched!" The angel sobbed and finally, I looked down at him even as I buried my prick inside of him fully.
What I saw startled me beyond belief!
His hair, once almost silver and very fine was now thick and curly. It had turned ebony but retained a shock of white-silver than ran from his forehead well up into the rest of the stuff. Dark hair dusted his chest, torso, arms and legs and caused him look a shade darker in skin tone. What surprised me most was the transformation of his wings. They'd gone from being white and pristine to a dark shade of charcoal that seemed to get darker as the color descended along the things.
"Are you close?" Abaddon asked as Moloch's tongue continued to fill me. "Are you close to losing your load inside this thing?"
"Yes..." I moaned, resisting the urge to do so almost as a result of talking about it. "I am very close to cumming inside this useless tool of good." I sneered, regarding the Archangel's closed eyes. "Open your eyes and watch me as I fill you will my demonic seed!" I commanded, taking hold of the thing's face. "WATCH ME!" I commanded again.
Abaddon smiled and the creature's eyes opened. They were not the same as they had been either. There was true defiance in his eyes but not as before. I watched his deep sapphire eyes blaze and his mouth curl in my grip. I thought I was to endure another of his berating speeches when his pink tongue slipped slowly from between his still full and perfect lips...like the tongue of a serpent smelling the air.
"I'll watch you," The Archangel spoke through the smile that spread slowly on his face. "I'll watch you spill your seed inside of me but I want to feel it in my throat! Breed me, demon!" He hissed. "Breed my angelic depths with your corrupt seed and make me worship you for it! DO IT!"
Stunned but throbbing inside his tight tunnel, I turned to Moloch and regretfully ordered him to cease what he was doing. It would only hinder what I had in mind. "There will be time for more, later." I added, watching him lick his lips as he drew his face back from my well-tongued hole. Turning to Abaddon, I commanded him to step back, as well. "Work your meat for me -- prepare a wonderful drink for our newly transformed guest." I told him, watching him palm his cock immediately and begin rubbing himself. Moloch stood beside of him and mirrored his movements but almost in reverse.
Meeting my angel's eyes, I smile at him as I let his head slide from my arm and he held it still as he locked his transformed eyes with mine. Reaching under me, I took hold of his muscular legs. Positioning his right one over my shoulder, I let his left leg fall over my bent arm. When he was in the best position to take my prick as deeply as possible, I pulled myself out to the head and slammed into him! His face became a mask of pained pleasure and I repeated my movement, jolting him upward on the slab. He whimpered under me and I slammed myself into him again. His crack shivered around me as I began to plow him long and rhythmically hard. He was clenching around me, his hole tugging at me. Digging his fingers into my sides, he pulled, urging me to fuck faster and I obliged him. This once tranquil, defiant figure was now urging me to defile him in the basest way possible. My thighs banged against his impaled ass and I began to grunt with each thrust.
"Father told you that you'd be used for our amusement!" I said through clenched teeth as I power-fucked his ass without hesitation or pause. "And I am MOST amused!" I sneered, pumping into him with renewed vigor. "You...said you wanted...my cum...did you change...your mind?"
"NO!" Was the quick reply. "FILL me, demon!"
Still stunned, I watched him reach down and take hold of his incredibly engorged cock and begin to stroke it in unabashedly long strokes from head to base. As I rocked my hips into and out of his crack, he gripped and tugged on his cock. The delicate features of his handsome face were now angled and sharp and twisted into a lustful mask. The tip of his tongue slipped from his lips as I ground myself into him. His hole continued to grip me, clench around me and massage me from the inside. My balls tightened against me and I knew this was the moment building on itself.
Taking hold of his smooth balls, I tugged slightly and he smiled a smile that rivaled any of the demons around me. His hips bucked upward and his cock oozed cum. It was his slight groan that told me he was on the verge. Drawing back to the head again, I tore into him for one final time and exploded my pent-up load into him in that final thrust! Like my Father, I roared with my release, squeezing the balls in my hand and tugging for all I could without pulling them off. It was then that the angelic receptacle beneath me groaned one last time and shot a pearly arch of release into the air. As it splashed onto his stomach and was quickly followed by two more, I watched the charcoal gray of his wings deepen to a midnight black like a wave of oil over sand!
"Seed of the demon corrupts instantaneous!" I heard from beside me. "That's the way with angelic folk -- can't blame us!" Clawband sing-songed as I felt my cock jerk, still in the angel's hole.
I swiped my finger through the mess on the dark angel's stomach and brought it to my lips. It had a slightly sour taste to it but not in a way I expected. Smiling down at the newly created "fallen one", I began smearing his load into the dark hair on his body. He watched with new eyes, his new wings fluttering as the demons began closing in on him, having disentangled themselves as his transformation was complete.
"Not complete, yet," Father announced, his hands coming to rest on the now-darkling's shoulders. "This is a slab of sacrifice!"
Holding out his hand, a detailed silver dagger formed from the mist in the air and I wondered if he truly meant to kill this creature. Taking it in both hands, he held the thing high and lightning streaked through the rain-soaked sky above. In one swift motion, the blade was brought down, impaling the creature to the slab and causing him to cry out in agony and surprise. As morbid as it sounds, his ass clenched around my cock in his death throes and brought me back to full hardness again. I moved to pull myself from him but Father stopped me, a smile spreading over his face.
Blood poured from the wound, filling the small groove along the outside of the slab. When Father removed the knife, the lightning flashed again and he looked at me with a knowing smile. It was then that I noticed the other demons were surrounding us, each with a lustful gleam in their collective eye. "Hold on," Father said in a cautious tone. I had seconds of understanding and took hold of the angel's shoulders just before another fork of lightning tore through the clouds but this time, it struck the slab! All around me, the air was burnt away by the awesome energies and I felt it sending my hair on end, my back arching straighter than it possibly ever had been and most of all, my sheathed prick throbbed with waves of sensation! Under me, the angel's body arched, his mouth flew open and he shrieked again but this time, it wasn't pain but ecstasy! His hands took hold of my forearms and he clamped down on my prick with his newly alive ass muscles!
"Again!" The angel said, his voice deep, rich and lustful. "Fuck me again with your hard cock! Seed me with your demonic gift -- make me one of you!"
"You ARE one of us," Abaddon crooned, stroking the angel's face and looking up at me. "You are newly minted, newly seeded, demon-spawn and you have the privilege of being the first acolyte to our Crown Prince! He, who's prick is still embedded in your dark hole and pulses with desire. You are truly one of us, now!"
"Come down from there, my son." Father said to me, holding his now empty hand out to me.
"Little prince, bigger King!" Clawband said from the shoulder of Moloch, his eyes watching my father's hardened appendage with lustful eyes. "Time for Father Demon to make his boy SING!"
Slipping from the dark angel, I stood and took my Father's hand. He helped me off of the slab and when I stood on the solid ground with him, he smiled and ran the back of his hand along my face. This was the face of the father who had raised me all those years. Gentle to spite its demonic features, loving to spite the somewhat frightening fangs and deep-set eyes. Pulling me into his arms, he stroked my hair, my shoulders, back and hips, cooing to me in a most fatherly way about how proud he was of me and how I'd performed my duty well and how I `d be something extremely special soon and other things I had no context for. I was certain that the meaning would come but not at this moment.
"Pardons, master, but are you finished with the dark angel, for now?"
Sytri stood beside us, his engorged cock standing like iron from his crotch. He was smiling. Beyond him, the others ringed the slab and its occupant, all like starving lions savoring a downed gazelle. My father nodded and as if he were on a dais that turned him, Sytri revolved back to the group. At once, they were on the dark angel! Moloch dove onto the slab, spreading the creature's cheeks and shoving his face into the cove there. Sytri's face locked with that of the once-angel in a deep, soulful kiss. Paimon and Clawband began nursing on the pert nipples, while Vereno gorged himself on newly made demon angel prick meat! Agares surprised me, turning instead to Abaddon and dropping to his knees, took the Destroyer's ever-ready cock into his mouth to suck heartily.
"Let us leave them for a time," Father said to me, gesturing to the lake and the rain that battered the invisible dome that shielded us all from it. "You have earned a reward, am I not correct?"
"Oh, yes, Father," I nodded eagerly, anxiously being led out of the small circle and out onto the lake's glassy surface, still not being hit by the driving rain. "Where are we going?" I asked, looking up at him as we walked, reminded of when I was a child and trusting him completely.
"Where you and I can be alone for a time."
Roughly one hundred and fifty yards from the demonic circle of sex, Father stopped and spread his arms. Answering his silent call, a solid circular piece of land formed under us, ringed by a thick ring of thorny briars, no doubt to shield us from prying eyes. It was odd to see the rain falling in sheets around us and not one drop touching us. I wondered in that moment just what were the true extent of my Father's abilities. It was a question for another time, as he pulled me to him, his arms crushing me to his hairy body and the rigid iron-bar between his legs.
"Didn't I tell you that I would tend to you when your business with the angel was finished?" He said, his sharp fanged smile warming me as the tip of his tongue slid seductively through them. "How I'm going to tend to you," Father growled, his fingers sliding into the cleft of my ass. "I have never been prouder of any of my sons."
"Sons, plural?" I asked, caught off guard. "You mean there are more?"
Fingers pressed against my hole. "Of course there are. Some older, some younger, but few with your talent and skill." Father admitted, the tips of his fingers grazing my forbidden flesh. "Did you believe that you were singular in my kingdoms? That I haven't populated this world with my seed and that in time, that seed had grown into my demonic fruit?"
"I suppose I hadn't really thought about it." I admitted, my indignant pride waning as the tip of his index finger entered me. "Do you have this sort of...relations...with them, as well?"
"Sometimes," Father smiled, sliding his finger fully into me, now and rotating it. "Does that bother you, my boy?"
"Slightly," I said, my hands running through his chest hair. "I mean...He...only has one son."
Father smiled at me, sliding a second finger into my dark hole. "He...has no fun."
As two thick digits slid into my now-aching hole, I thought of what my brothers might look like. As I laid my head against my Father's hairy chest, I also wondered if I'd ever meet them.
"Perhaps one day you will," Father said and I realized he'd read my thoughts. "Perhaps one day, we'll have a sort of family reunion and you can bond with each of them in the same way I'm about to bond with you."
"How many are there?" I asked as I felt Father's free hand clutch my ample ass and pull me open for a third finger to slide in alongside the other two.
"An infernal number." Father answered, his three fingers opening me and working themselves deeply into my hole. "Are you, perhaps, more bothered by this than you let on?"
I looked into his crimson eyes, the flecks of gold dancing as if lit by their own light. The scent he carried of rubbed cinnamon, fresh cloves and newly upturned soil was intoxicating. His mustache framed his luscious mouth and the soul patch under his bottom lip was beaded slightly with perspiration. Running my hands along his expansive chest, I fingered his nipples and he fingered my hole a bit deeper. There wasn't much I could say that he couldn't read in my thoughts but I knew he wanted to talk to me instead of having our conversation confined to mental constraints.
"Maybe a bit." I admitted, nodding.
Looking down his mahogany body, I marveled again at his cock and brought it up between us with my other hand. Father's fingers slid from me and I made a small noise of protest. Along the crevice of my ass, I felt a thickness I knew to be his tail! My father's...tail...his OTHER demonic appendage, was pressing its tip into my asshole. Now, both of his hands were on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I pushed myself against him and felt his veined cock pulse against my stomach.
"Are you afraid that I don't value you?" Father asked, the thick tip of his tail sliding into me, beginning to stretch my hole. "That you are somehow less than the others because you are just now finding out about them?" He went on, his hands kneading my flesh as I was opened by his tail.
Remembering my father's words when this whole thing started, I thought about them a bit more -- although somewhat distracted by the slightly fluttering feeling in my asshole! "Look to your kin, son." Father had said to me as he first introduced me to Abaddon, Bechaud, Naamah and the others. "Look to them to quench your lustful desires and to reflect upon your delicious demonic heritage!" He'd said but I thought nothing more than upon what my true heritage was, not what my birthright could potentially be.I'd also been sucking my father's hard cock when he'd told me this so I hadn't been thinking about much more than that stalk of sex between my lips and his salty pre-cum on my tongue. Something else entered my mind in much the same way the length of my father's tail was now entering my stretched asshole! "You will enjoy the trueness of what you are and what we have been for thousands of years. Very soon, my son, you will be what you were always meant to be..."
"Thousands of years?" I asked, my fingers finding the silver rings of his nipples. "Have you truly been alive for thousands of...years?" This last word cut a bit short by the fullness of his tail sliding a bit farther up into me.
"Indeed, I have. So you see, there is a reason for my number of sons. Women do have their purpose," Father smiled. "They've provided me with some very interesting prodigy...and passionate playmates."
His dark hair curled along his shoulders and his body began to have the same orange-fire aura it had when I'd first been brought here to the clearing. I was still a bit weirded out that I had a demon dad but as I was now being filled with his demonic tail while I stared into his warm, demonic eyes, with his thick, demonic prick pressing against my stomach, I was definitely getting used to the idea.
"When Abaddon let me suck...uh...him..."I began, my ass clenching around the invader. "You said that I was `whore-born'...oooh...was...uh...that true?" I asked between gasps of air as Father's tail began to pull out as slowly as it had entered.
"Yes, it is true."
"And my brothers, who mothered them?" I asked, clinging to my Father's frame.
"It is of no consequence now."
Father's thick appendage slipped free of me and he had me in his arms, then. Hugging me tightly against him, I felt the damp perspiration and the rough silk of his chest hair rubbing against me. I remembered my first transformation into my own demon aspect and marveled at how much I resembled my father, then. My hands took his muscular ass and I squeezed. This new knowledge of siblings hadn't changed my desire for him and his body, his cock! These were still things I wanted, regardless of what else there was for us.
"What do you want, my son?" Father asked, his hand stroking my cock, now.
"I want you to fuck me, Father." I said without hesitation. "Please stroke me from the inside out."
Roughly, I was turned around and forced onto my knees. Pushing my head down, I bent my arms to cushion it. With one hand, my father spread my cheeks and with his other, guided his cock into the soft hole I presented him. This would be no act of romance and feeling but one of lust. As I relaxed, I realized that I would be fine with that. As the first few inches of my father's rod slid into me, I knew my body would be more than fine with it. His prick spread me and I let myself be spread. Pushing my legs farther apart, I felt the gentle scraping of pubic hair on my ass and knew my Father was fully inside of me. The heat of his shaft was unbelievable.
"Tonight was special for you, my boy," He said from behind me as his fingers dug into my ass. "Tonight, you corrupted the purity of an archangel and brought another demon into our number. His corruption weakens the balance of good over this wretched ball of filth we live in. You are slowly growing into your powers."
I moaned around my Father's filling of my hole. Questions formed but dissolved as he withdrew a bit and his grip tightened a bit on my ass.
"Your powers are those of seduction and persuasion," He told me, sliding slowly back into my ass. "You'll use those powers to strengthen our number and to further our agenda."
He set a rhythm in motion, then. It was long strokes of his cock into me and short withdrawals up to the thick head. His balls began to massage me as he buried himself into me and then rotated his hips against me. Firm hands on my ass didn't relent but instead began kneading my flesh as he fucked me. Moans replaced anything I might have said, deep groans substituted any questions I felt coming to me and pleas for him to fuck me harder replaced any other mindless natter I might have suggested. Soon, as thunder rolled above us and lightning flashed in great, long forks in the sky, Father was deep-fucking my insides and his hands were bruising my flesh. I heard deep growls of pleasure from him and the scraping of his cloven feet on the rock beneath us. After a few long moments, I felt as though I were being fucked by a bull in heat -- both in size and rapidity!
"Tell me of your love for me, boy!" Father said, his voice crashing around me like the water around us onto the platform we fucked on.
"I do love you, Father!" I moaned, clenching my ass onto his shaft. "I do love your cock in my ass, your seed spilling into my guts, your hair scraping on me -- I love everything about you!"
This was not flattery -- but the truth!
"You are my last son!" He said to me, his voice melting into my head. "You are the most competent to lead my armies when the time is right to do so. It is you who will be my successor when we have moved far enough in time for me to need one! You will command both my armies and your brothers in the inevitable war against the forces of good."
It seeped into me as he fucked me what Father was saying. Just as his warm shaft split me, his words split my brain and I felt the truth of them light me afire, as his cock lit my ass! My brothers -- I wondered who they were and if I knew them.
"I seed you, boy!" Father moaned and I felt his cock throb inside of me. "FUCK -- but your hungry hole pulls the seed from my prick!"
The first shot of his load spewed up into me like a small fire hose! The second quickly met with the first and the third began to seep out of my ass, run along my thigh and drop onto the rocky ground. I was pressed forward onto my arms and my ass felt as though it were being torn in two! His clawed fingers dug into me so that rivulets of blood joined the semen that streamed along my body. It was then that I remembered how important the blood debt was in these sorts of situations. Blood accompanied most everything that had to deal with demon rites. This should have been no exception.
Father collapsed onto me, sending me to my stomach, his heavy body atop mine. Hot breathing against my neck, his spent shaft inside of me, and the smell of sex, sweat and blood seeped into my head. It was an aphrodisiac to me and I breathed it in.
"When we return, a truth will be revealed to you." Father said to me. "Like most truths, it might be difficult for you to accept but I want you to try. Do not show weakness in front of the others, merely accept it as part of your heritage and move beyond it until you can better process it."
Father raised himself and I turned under him. Gathering me in his arms, he kissed me, forcing his tongue into my open mouth so that I sucked and fed on his warm juices. My arms held him, as well, and I moaned against his kisses, savoring them. When the kiss ended, Father's lighted eyes bored into my soul. He smiled and nudged my chin with his. Licking my lips, he smiled a bit wider and kissed me again, this time with a soul and passion that I'd felt from him only a few times before. It was beautiful the love my demon dad had for me. To spite the idiotic cartoon images of horned demons, even they were capable of love and caring.
"You are loved, my son." Father told me, standing over me and holding out his hand to help me to my feet. "Perhaps not above the others, but equally to the others, you are loved."
Slipping his arm around my shoulder, he led me back the way we came, over the stormy water to where the others still stood gathered around the chained and former archangel. As we approached, the circle dissipated and the archangel sat up on the slab of sacrifice. His hair was a glossy ebony, his skin a darker shade. His clothing was gone and his erection throbbed with non-release, even though he was literally covered with a thin film of cum from all those who stood around him. When Father approached him, he bowed his head and offered a flutter of his now-dark wings as a sign of supplication. Taking him by the shoulders, Father took him from the slab and the angel fell to his knees -- his cock still at attention and oozing silvery liquid.
"You are archangel of Heaven no longer." Father said in a voice that resounded above the storm that raged above us. "Now, you will lead small factions of demonic armies when we need you to. Rise, Hermion, and take your place at the side of your new brethren."
The newly christened demon stood and took up a place between Moloch and Abaddon. Both the latter demons glanced at me and I smiled. Father brought the attention back to himself as he raised his arms and the slab of sacrifice crumbled back into the earth. He thanked each of the present demons and as he did, they disappeared in the same manner in which they'd appeared. As we stood there, alone, on the slab, the storms ceased around us and as we made our way back across the waters of the lake, the star-studded skies of night were visible.
Looking at him, I noticed the dark red and gold of my father's eyes had returned to their regular shade of green. His long hair had gone back to its dark chestnut color with various degrees of brown and blond highlights. He smiled at me from beneath a neatly trimmed mustache and soul-patch. "Don't be afraid. I'm still your father." He said to me, repeating the very first words he'd said as this entire demonic adventure began. "And you are still my son." He finished, again, repeating the same words he'd said.
We walked along the path back to our house and inside. Once there, my father took a long shower and I did the same. When we were both clean and he came to my door, I was lying on my bed, nude and still slightly damp. Looking up into his green eyes, I thought of his fucking me out on the lake. Smiling back at him, I propped my head up on my palm.
"Do you think I'm attractive as a human?" I asked him, thinking of his swelling cock inside of me. "I mean, as opposed to when I'm demonic."
"I always find you attractive." He returned, crossing his arms over a bare chest.
"Would you ever fuck me...in our human guises?" I asked, spreading my legs behind me.
"If the chance ever came, I probably would."
"I'm not doing anything at the moment." Was my coy response.
"We're going to have guests, tonight. That wouldn't be appropriate."
Rising up from my bed, I looked to him for further information. Smiling, he instructed me to dress appropriately for cocktails and polite conversations. I still couldn't get the idea out of my mind, of him laying me across my bed and deep-dicking my ass until I came all over my sheets. When Dad turned from the room to go and dress, himself, I pulled on a pair of khakis and a nice polo shirt. After a long while, I heard the doorbell and went downstairs as my father was going to the door. Ever being the polite son, I waited by the banister's end to see who our guests were.
The first was a woman, a brunette who I thought might have been one of the tellers at the bank. She was followed by a middle-aged man who I recognized as one of the guidance counselors at my school. Dad moved aside to let the other two into the house and as they came through the door, I got large, knowing smiles from them both. Father introduced me to the others and offered them seats. They were here for a local meeting of a small group of townspeople who put together fund raisers and the like. I recognized my coach from school, Police Chief, Aiden Hadley, and Father Patrick Murphy from the Catholic Church downtown. Another, slimmer figure came into the room that I hadn't recognized. He sat near the woman and man. Dad offered them all drinks and food from the small cart filled with each.
"This is my son," Father said in the way of introductions and they all nodded and introduced themselves. "He's going to be joining us."
Coach Leyland looked at me first and I recognized the lustful eyes of Abaddon immediately. It sent a bolt of lust through me to know that he was sitting in my very living room and there was nothing I could do about it. Beside him, Agares sat in his human guise, Chief of Police, and again, there was nothing I could do but entertain lustful thoughts. As I took up a seat on our sofa, Father looked to the woman and man and younger arrival and then to Father Patrick.
"Perhaps a prayer to begin?" He said, bowing his head as the Catholic Father stood.
I looked at him for a moment and he looked at me. It was in that moment, I recognized him...MOLOCH! The lustful, fat-cocked, fuck-machine of a demon was a Catholic PRIEST in his human guise?! The irony was too much for me as I watched him lead this band of demons and humans in an actual prayer to the source of Good we were vowed against.
When he sat down, I looked to my school counselor, the woman and the younger man and wondered if they knew they were here among demons. I wondered what they might be doing here and if this was a simple community group meeting. I wondered if, perhaps, they might be here for a deeper, more meaningful purpose. Father turned to me as this realization sunk in for me and I felt his thoughts in my head.
~~ Your powers of perception are great. Listen and learn what you can of the boy. He will be your responsibility when the time comes.~~
Looking over the man sitting near the woman, I took in what I thought might be a man in his early fifties, roughly two hundred and twenty pounds with dark hair graying beautifully at the temples and before he had sat down, I'd have guessed him to be around six feet, two inches. Politely, I asked for his name as I extended my hand.
"Jack," He said, taking it, filling in his last name as he pumped my hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hillman." I said, looking to the other young man.
"This is my son," Jack said, putting his arm around him. "Ryan."
"Nice to meet you both."
Father took up a space in the room's center and began to talk about the basics of the community group. As he spoke, I moved closer to Jack and Ryan, and then turned my attention to my father. Around the room, the others did the same and I questioned just how far my father's influence went in this sleepy little town we lived in. Watching the way Jack looked at my father, I wondered just how much farther it was likely to go after tonight. I didn't know the woman but even she looked enraptured as my father spoke. Ryan kept looking to me in between pauses in my father's speech and I wondered what was so special about these people and what roles they would play in our future. If there was one concrete thing I knew about my father, it was that everything he did was a calculated move. Since discovering our unique heritage, I realized that he had an agenda far beyond improving our community. Agares, Abaddon, and Moloch were here in human guise and had been for all of my years, it seemed. There had to be more to the area we lived in than simply good real estate prices and excellent school systems.
"So, I leave you to think it over and talk among yourselves." Father was saying as my mind wandered back to where we were. "And if you agree, the positions on the Community Board are yours for the taking."
Jack and the woman began to discuss what my father had said with Chief Hadley and Father Murphy. Father engaged them all as they began to ask questions. Coach began talking with Ryan and I took it all in. It was as if a well-oiled machine had come to life and I was watching it work. I was truly in awe of this and realized as I watched it that this was how my father amassed his believers and followers. Small numbers -- small families such as Jack and his son -- and women like this one that seemed to be alone in her life but with a large number of friends. The brilliance of my Father washed over me.
When I brought out the refilled tray of drinks and food, the woman had wholeheartedly agreed to join the Community Board and to pass on its workings to her...salon clientele! Talk about a grapevine. Jack and Ryan were still not completely unsold but Father had invited them to our house this weekend for some further discussion and they'd agreed readily enough. As I put the tray down, I handed a glass to Father Murphy, still stunned at his true identity.
"Very gracious son," He said with a smile. "And I am parched."
"I can't wait to see you in class tomorrow." Coach said as he took his glass. "We have a lot in store for you." He added and I remembered what he'd told me at the lake.
"When you return to school in your Earthly guise, I will take you in my office, stretch your young form over my desk, a leg and wrist at each corner as I plow your hole deeply and mercilessly. You will beg for mercy. You will cry out my name until I fill your mouth with slick, warm...cum."
"I can't wait," I told him honestly.
"Well," Father said as I sat down again. "Feel free to talk to one another, get to know each other a little better. We're in no rush here and I want you to all feel like we're family." He said, coming to sit by me. "After all, isn't that what community is about? Family?"
They all agreed and as they began socializing, I looked to my father and wondered what this weekend would be about. Jack, Ryan, myself and my father...all here alone for a sit-down discussion about the Community Board. I wondered, as the night went on...what would happen this weekend.
END