Edward leads you to Satan: A glorious parable

By fuckedbysatan

Published on Aug 24, 2024

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This is a "you" framed work of erotic fiction about a young adult male who becomes transformed into a demon after seeking his heart's desire to suck dick in a park and getting much more than he ever hoped for.

M/M sf-fantasy supernatural

You, a young man with a secret craving, stroll through the quiet park near your home, the waning light from the recently-set sun casting long shadows on the well-trodden paths. The air is cool and fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, offering a serene backdrop to the carnality that you hope awaits you. You've come here with a purpose that burns in your soul, a desire that has become an obsession - to find someone who can fulfill your need to suck dick in the local cruising spot.

You finish a cigarette in front of the park restrooms, and no men seem to be there. You ponder going back home to jerk off, but decide instead to go wait patiently in the dark area behind the building where men go to find one another in the night. And you wait. You are alone and a little nervous. Your wait is a long one, and the sun fully sets and the light fades. You chide yourself for being desperate while you alternate between smoking and checking Grindr on your mobile, with many men you wish were here messaging you. But most of all you thirst for the mystery and flagrancy of what you can find here. Your mind goes from wanting to swallow cum, to wanting it up your ass. You silence that thought. You've only done this in public twice before.

And you've always been here later in the night when men were already wandering around looking for fresh meat like you... fat London locals ready to shoot their beer-tinged spunk down your throat.

You have loved swallowing their seed, and your dick twitches in your pants thinking about the possibilities that lie before you. If anyone at all will actually show up. Maybe someone your own age will show up this time. Anything is possible. Little do you know, your wish to suck some dick will take a dark turn. A dark turn you would never suspect you want in this moment, as you hear nothing but the wind in the bushes and your heart pounding in your ears while you finish your sixth cigarette to justify your loitering behind the toilets.

Just as you flick away the cigarette and resolve to go home and jerk off, you're surprised by a quiet, masculine voice: "Looking for a good time?" it whispers, low and seductive. You nod eagerly and instinctively, heart racing, stepping closer to the unknown without a mindful thought.

You look to your left, and see him there. You first jump back in hear: it's all man, but more.

The figure's features come into focus as it emerges from the shadows, revealing the unmistakable visage of a demon: red skin, black horns, dark eyes. He has a human face and wears a leather jacket and leather pants. The jacket is open, revealing a muscled torso and black tattoos.

Your eyes widen in surprise and fear even as your dick hardens uncontrollably. He smirks at you: "You didn't know you were waiting for me, but I knew."

Part of your mind cries out for you to run away. But you lock eyes with his dark brown eyes and the black holes that are his pupils, and the fear becomes your driving attraction. You feel his mind pull you in, you feel him open up your true desires, and you offer the communion willingly.

The game begins as you make your fateful choice, stepping closer to him in the silent stillness of the dark park, the demon's outstretched, red, human-like hand beckoning you closer to a fuck that will forever alter your existence.

You walk towards him, and he walks towards you. You meet, and he cradles your head in his hands as he looks into your eyes. You feel like he's looking all the way into you, every memory, every fantasy, every desire. He needs only your permission, to remake you.

"Do you consent?" he asks.

You lick your lips and can only whisper: "Fuck yeah."

His face comes closer and you close your eyes as your lips meet his. They are hot. You open your mouth, and his tongue probes yours.

His kiss is a powerful cocktail of temptation and terror. His saliva, infused with ancient dark magic, warms your tongue and seeps into your cells, then your mind... you even feel the sensation in your chest. Your arms hang by your side, as he kisses deeper and deeper, his tongue tickling the back of your throat.

The last vestiges of your doubt and apprehension dissolve. Your body relaxes into his embrace, the fear turning into an electrifying thrill that shoots through your veins. Your arms wrap around his strong back, pulling him tight. You want this. You want this fucking bad.

His hand slides down your back, gripping your ass firmly, and you find yourself responding, eagerly pushing back into his touch. Your pants are suddenly too tight around your swollen cock, straining at the fabric towards his body and leaving a growing wet spot.

He presses his body against your dick as he slips a finger under the waistband of your pants.

The demon breaks the kiss and pulls away, his smirk growing wider as he takes in your willingness.

"Come with me," he says. It doesn't occur to you to question why. You somehow understand it's simply what comes next.

He turns and walks a few steps to a rusty steel door at the back of the park restrooms you hadn't noticed before. His booted feet sound strong against the soft earth beneath you. He produces a key and opens the door, revealing a dimly lit staircase that descends into shadows.

He turns and nods at you to follow. He starts down the stairs, and you follow. The door closes loudly behind you as he continues ahead.

"It locks by itself," he says simply, not looking back towards you.

As you descend the short flight of stairs, you see that the stairway is lit by red bulbs, casting a demonic glow over your own skin. Your dick remains fully erect, and keeps pulling you towards him.

You arrive at the bottom of the stairs, and he pulls back a heavy black curtain to reveal a small chapel with gray stone walls and a gray stone floor.

The chapel is illuminated by hundreds of flickering candles, casting dancing shadows on the walls adorned with depictions of demonic rituals. An altar stands at the far end, draped in red velvet. Behind it is a large pentagram, glowing from an unseen light source that looks like fire.

On the floor before the altar is another pentagram, made of inlaid black stone.

He leads you to the center of the room, and you notice that the floor is sticky under your shoes with what appears to be a mix of dried bodily fluids and candle wax. You don't know why, but you instantly yank off your shoes and socks to feel it directly through your feet.

He walks to the center of the pentagram, and you follow naturally. He turns to face you and you look into his dark eyes again. He leans in and kisses you again, and the fire wells up again from deep within you.

His kiss deepens as you both remove your clothes. He moves calmly and methodically while removing his, but you are frantic, breaking his kiss only long enough to jerk your shirt off over your head and jettison your pants with clumsy hunger. He breaks the kiss again, keeping his face close to you, gazing into your eyes, drawing you in deeper, deeper, deeper.

"What is your name?" he asks. You tell him. He smiles.

"I am Edward." Even in your lust that sounds like a strangely normal name for such an exotic being. He reads this in you and smiles. "It will make sense later," he says.

He places his hands on your shoulders and appraises you. He likes what he sees. Your dick strains towards him, dripping precum. Your ass longs for him.

You take him in, too.

Edward's naked body stirs you to even more fervent aroused glory. His lean and defined muscles ripple like molten lava under his crimson skin, each contour highlighted by the flickering candlelight. His cock is a monstrous appendage, thick and veiny, with a sharp tip that releases a steady fountain of precum. His/its dick is longer and thicker than any human cock you've ever seen, and it seems to pulse with a life of its own, as if the dick itself, let alone the demonic man attached to it, is eager to claim you for its pleasure.

Edward says, quietly. "Hail Satan. Welcome to His sanctuary of pleasure. Will you say it back to me?"

It is effortless to speak the words for the first time.

"Hail Satan," you utter, your whisper echoing off the stone walls far louder than it should.

"Good lad," Edward replies.

His strong, rough hands guide you to your knees on the cold, sticky stone of the pentagram. His erect cock is right before your lips. Both you and the dick drool liberally.

"I invite you to suck my dick, in the name of Satan."

You eagerly lean forward, parting your lips to take him into your mouth, tentatively at first. His taste is unlike anything you've ever experienced--like a blend of metal, the familiar taste of human skin, and the darkest, most addictive lust in the darkest parts of your imagination. Edward moans softly as he runs his hands through your hair, gently gripping your skull and guiding your movements.

Your longing to suck dick takes over, and you hungrily wrap your lips and then your whole mouth around the pointed tip of Edward's monstrous cock and then take it deeper, working up a rhythm, feeling the heat of his demonic lust sear into your soul. The precum on your tongue is like an electric jolt, hot with the fiery essence of the underworld.

His grip tightens in your hair as you take inch after inch, the unnatural length and girth stretching your jaw to its limits. The head of his cock bumps against the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. You struggle not to pull away as his precum coats your throat, the taste of brimstone mixing with the sweetness of your own saliva and endangered soul. His cock is rock hard and feels alive with dark energy, pulsating with every conjoined heartbeat. Despite the pain in your jaw, your body reacts with an intense desire to please him, to be claimed by this creature of the night.

Edward, feeling into your willingness, begins to rock his hips gently, pushing his cock further into your mouth. He starts to fuck your face at a slow, steady rhythm. You feel the pressure in your throat and struggle to breathe through your nose as he fills your mouth completely, constricting your breath at intervals. His hands tighten in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper, to serve him. Each time he hits the back of your throat, you gag and your eyes water, but you manage to swallow around his shaft, taking him even deeper. Each time you gag, you involuntarily think, "Hail Satan!"

Edward starts thrusting harder, his moans growing hungrier and more urgent. He reaches a peak of pleasure, using your face and throat violently and reveling in your submission to him. He growls with demonic fervor, then suddenly stops himself and quickly withdraws from your mouth. "No! Not yet!"

He pulls you gently to your feet, kisses you again, sending another jolt through you, and nods towards the altar.

You understand that this is an invitation to be fucked there and you eagerly bound towards it.

Edward watches you climb onto the altar with a gleam of satisfaction in his dark eyes. The red velvet feels warm and inviting against your bare skin. You lie back and spread your legs, exposing yourself completely to him. Edward approaches the altar, his cock standing tall and gleaming in the candlelight. He positions himself between your legs, his dick pointing directly at your eager asshole. You feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against your tight entrance.

Edward's demonic cock presses into you, the sharp tip cutting through the barrier of your mortal flesh as if it were hot butter. His precum is the only lube. The feeling is both agonizing and exhilarating as your body stretches to accommodate his massive girth. His precum coats your insides, sending waves of fiery, electric pleasure through your nerves, making your body quiver and spasm around him.

The precum from Edward's cock floods your insides, acting as a powerful anesthetic. The pain from his initial entry subsides, replaced by a consuming pleasure that sends your senses reeling. Each pulse of his cock releases more of the magical substance, heightening your arousal and making your body more pliant to his will. Your asshole stretches wider than you thought possible, the sensation of his massive member inside you becoming more intense with every inch. The precum seems to have a life of its own, working its way into your bloodstream and transforming the pain into a ravenous need for more, more, more. The burning sensation now feels like a brand of dark ecstasy, marking you as the demon's willing plaything.

You glance away from his glorious face and dark eyes long enough to notice a pool of precum flowing onto your abs from your incredibly rigid dick.

Your hand reaches down to jerk your cock, but Edward's firm grip on your wrists stops you. He holds your hands over your head, his strong fingers digging painfully and pleasurably into your skin. His cock slides in and out of you deeper and faster, his demonic precum lubricating not just your insides, but your mind and soul.

Edward lets out a deep, guttural growl that resonates through the chapel, sending a shiver down your spine. His black pupils dilate within his dark brown irises, which begin to glow red with an otherworldly fire.

His hips buck with renewed vigor, the sound of his cock slamming into your ass echoing through the chamber. His whole, enormous member is somehow inside you. The pleasure in every nerve of your body is like nothing you've ever known.

The candles flicker with each powerful thrust, casting wild shadows across the walls depicting scenes of carnage and ecstasy. Your body arches off the altar with each impact, the red velvet sticking to your sweat-covered skin. His grip on your wrists tightens as he fucks you mercilessly, his fingernails digging into your flesh, drawing droplets of blood that mingle with the precum and sweat. The pain and pleasure blend into a single, intense sensation, pushing you closer to the edge of climax. Your own cock bounces with each thrust, the pool of precum on your stomach growing larger with every passing moment.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel Edward's cock swell even further inside you. The demon's grip on your wrists tightens as Edward's entire body goes rigid, the muscles in his arms and chest bulging with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Then, with a roar of "HAIL SATAN!" that shakes the very foundations of the chapel, Edward releases his seed deep within you.

The force of his climax is so intense that you feel it resonate through every fiber of your being. The hot, thick demon cum fills you up, stretching your asshole to its absolute limits and then some, as if trying to paint your insides with its vile essence. Gallons of it seem to pulse into you, coating your insides with a dark, potent energy that feels like it's rearranging your very soul.

As Edward's hot, thick cum floods your bowels, your eyes snap open to see a fiery light glowing within your abdomen. The intensity of the light mirrors the uncontrollable orgasm that seizes your body. Your cock erupts in a fountain of cum, shooting high into the air and coating the altar and your chest with the last drops of your pre-satanic DNA. Your body convulses in ecstasy, muscles clenching and unclenching around Edward's cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Both you and Edward scream "Hail Satan!" in unison as your body is wracked by the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. The demon's cum continues to fill you up, the sensation of his thick, hot seed reaching deep into your soul. The candles in the chapel flare brilliantly, the flames shooting higher than ever before, as if feeding on the dark energy of your infernal union. The sound of your moans and his growls echo off the stone walls, creating a cacophony of lust and power. The red light from the candles reflects off the droplets of sweat on Edward's skin, casting a hellish glow across the entire room. The ancient runes carved into the stone walls of the chapel pulse with a sinister energy that seems to be in sync with the rhythm of your joined climaxes.

As the shared orgasms begin to subside, the fiery light within your abdomen grows ominously brighter and begins to spread outward under your skin, and you feel your body undergoing a profound transformation. Your skin starts to feel hot to the touch, as if on fire from the inside out.

Edward keeps his still-hard cock buried deep inside you while your body continues its growing climax, a master-composed symphony of pleasure and pain. Your veins light up with an eerie red glow, as if they're on fire from the inside. The transformation brought on by his cum is rapid and intense, making every inch of your skin tingle with the power of the demonic essence that now flows through you. Your muscles feel stronger, more resilient, and your vision sharpens as if you're seeing the world through a new, hellish lens. Your humanity seems to melt away, replaced by a growing hunger for more of the depraved ecstasy that you've just tasted.

"Do you want to be like me?" Edward asks.

"FUCK YES!" you growl, your voice deep and demonic, echoing off the stone walls with power like you've never felt.

You feel Edward's dick jerk slightly, still buried deep in your guts. You feel a fiery spurt as he leaks a little more cum.

"All you have to do is ask Lord Satan, by name, to make it so."

Your mind spins. Briefly, you have total clarity of mind. You are being given a lucid choice. You think of your happy life, your friends, your family. But you're certain.

You feel the words boil up from your glowing gut, through your heart, to your throat, to your lips. From deep within your soul, you know what you want.

"Lord Satan, make it so!" you invoke passionately.

The air in the chapel thickens with an otherworldly power as many voices echo forth from the walls, chanting in a language you can't yet understand but you know it is a chorus of satanic souls in worship.

You feel Him join your soul to Edward's, and you both roar with full release as your bodies beat themselves against one another in indescribably glorious orgasm. Shot after shot of his cum flows into you again, as your dick gushes high into the air, raining your seed down upon you and your demonic inseminator.

The satanic chanting crescendos around you, drowning out every other sound as it consumes your mind. The candles burn brighter, casting a hellish red glow over the demonic frescoes. Edward's cock pulses within you, sending another wave of dark energy that resonates through your body, mixing with your own orgasm. The chorus reaches a deafening peak, and you feel the ground shake beneath the altar.

"He's here," Edward gasps, trying to catch his breath. He pulls out of you, leaving a sudden empty feeling as he stumbles backwards and kneels on the pentagram before the altar. "Come! Come! Come, my god! Come to us, Lord Satan! HAIL SATAN! We hail you, my god!!!"

You stumble to your feet, your legs trembling from the intensity of your transformation, then drop to your knees on the sticky black stone of the pentagram to kneel alongside Edward, leaving a trail of cum leaking from your gaping asshole as you move. The demonic energy of Edward's cum continues to surge through your body, and when you take your place beside him, it pools under you and spreads out, anointing the dark stone beneath you in unholy seed. The stones feel almost alive under your knees, pulsating with the power of ancient ritual.

The dark stones of the pentagram begin to glow with an intense crimson light as the satanic chanting reaches a fever pitch. The glow intensifies, casting a blood-red aura over you and Edward, making your skin look as if it's on fire. The very air feels charged with an unspeakable power, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. The ground beneath you quakes gently, and the candles flicker erratically, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the walls.

The deep, resonant voice of Satan booms through the chapel, echoing off the walls and sending a shiver down your spine. "Welcome, my son," he intones, his words like the rumble of thunder in a tempestuous sky. The pressure in the room builds as the crimson light from the pentagram underneath you intensifies. You feel something wet and warm slither into your gaping asshole, filling you up even more than Edward's cock did. The unseen, bodiless entity stretches your body to its limits, a sensation that is both terrifying and exhilarating. It feels like a serpent made of fire and shadow, writhing deep within your bowels. The demonic essence inside you seems to respond to the presence, coalescing and merging with the new power that invades your very being.

Your skin burns in painful ecstasy as it turns a deep, fiery red, the color of Edward's own flesh. You gaze into your reflection in the growing pool of cum beneath you, and you see two sharp horns burst from your skull, sending shards of bone into the air with an audible crunch. Your eyes, reflected back to you from the pool of cum, change color and now now burn with the same dark fire that Edward's do. And your cock... your cock grows longer, thicker, and sharper, the tip now a deadly point capable of piercing even the toughest of materials. The transformation is complete as the power of Satan fills your body, and you writhe prostrate on the ground as Satan fucks you to the very core of your soul.

As the unseen entity that is Satan fills you both, you and Edward are separately and communally enveloped in the overwhelming sense of power and euphoria He gifts to you. The serpentine force that has entered your body writhes and coils, sending waves of dark pleasure through every nerve ending. You turn your head to lock eyes in ecstatic communal worship with Edward. Worshiping this pleasure. Worshiping your new god.

"Hail Satan! Fuck me, Lord Satan! FUCK ME! FUCK US!" you cry. Edward roars the same words, in what is now a natural unison.

Your body contorts in ways you never thought possible, stretching and changing to accommodate the unearthly presence. The pain of transformation is replaced by yet another deep, intense orgasm that shakes you to your core, the greatest yet, as the invisible deity fucking you also cums the darkness of Hell into your deepest being, and claims you in ecstasy.

His disembodied voice is thunder itself: "YOU ARE MINE!"

The waves of His thunder knock your body forward, as he spews his essence deep into your soul through your hole. He cums so violently into your body and soul that you come to rest several feet across the pentagram, and your new dick breaks through the stone and starts fucking itself into the soil underneath, shooting volley after volley of your new demon seed into the soil beneath the park bathroom, fertilizing the trees, creating new echoes calling new men to come worship and be made anew here.

You become aware that you are panting and gasping for breath. The pool of cum beneath you suddenly starts to shrink, and your reflection fades as the darkly sacred stones of the chapel and the soil beneath drink in the offering you have provided.

Your newfound demonic energy courses through your veins, merging with your very essence. The chapel air crackles with power, and the candles burn so bright that it seems the chapel itself is on the verge of combustion. The ancient runes on the walls pulse in time with your shared climax, the stones resonating with the dark magic that has taken hold of you.

And then, as though to make you come back to seek more: Satan's presence abruptly withdraws, leaving the chapel quieter than a tomb. The candles, which had blazed like the fires of hell, now flicker and dance gently as if nothing had happened. The only sounds are the heavy breathing of you and Edward, and the sticky, suckling noises of your new demonic cock as it pulls out of the floor. The runes on the wall cease their pulsing, returning to their silent vigil.

Edward's voice is suddenly very human and kind of nerdy. "Holy SHIT! Right, bro?"

You look at him. You're both panting.

You weakly pant out the word, "Fuck, Hail Satan, bro."

He weakly says back, "Fuck, yeah, Hail Satan. Fuck. Fuck. Intense."

You both sit back on the pentagram, the red glow from the stones dimming as the aftermath of the ritual fades. Your legs are sticky with a mix of Edward's cum and your own transformed body fluids. The pool of cum between you has been absorbed by the stones, leaving no trace of you on the pentagram where you sit and try to catch your breath. You and Edward gaze into each other's dark eyes, the shared experience etched like eternity into the moment.

Edward's body gradually returns to its human form, the crimson pigment receding to reveal his unpossessed skin tone. He's a young white man in his 30s. His horns shrink back into his skull with a boney pop, leaving no trace of their former presence. His monstrous cock, still thick with a hint of demonic residue, returns to a flaccid state. His eyes sparkle with satisfaction and mischief. He stands up shakily, looking down at you with a grin that is both charming and demonically knowing.

"How was it?" he asks playfully, as you look up and down your own demonic body in wonder.

No words come forth from you for a moment. You simply look up at human-Edward, still in awe of the powerful transformation you've just undergone.

Then the words come to you. Your voice, now a deep, resonant, musical growl, answers him, "It was... indescribable. Beyond anything I've ever felt." You feel a new sense of power and purpose within you, the dark essence of Satan leaving its mark on your soul.

As Edward's demonic form completely recedes, the same process begins within you. The fiery red skin tone recedes, revealing your original flesh, though it feels more alive and vital than ever before. The sharp horns on your head shrink and dissolve into your skull, leaving no trace of their existence. Your new demonic cock, which had been an extension of Satan's power, slowly recedes and returns to its human form, though it remains thicker and more potent than it was before. The transformation leaves your body feeling both drained and invigorated, as if you've just survived a battle and come out stronger for it. The crimson light of the pentagram fades away, leaving the chapel in its original dim candlelight.

Edward reaches out a hand to help you to your feet, his smile genuine and welcoming. "You're officially one of us now," he says, his voice carrying a mischievous lilt it lacked when he was fully demonic. "There aren't many around here, but we'll make more. Welcome to the Satanic brotherhood."

He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, his human form fully restored. The chapel suddenly is almost totally dark as the candles go out and only the red light bulbs illuminate the space.

"Here's your copy of the key to that door. I knew you'd need one the first time I saw the way you suck dick in public."

Edward places the key into your hand, the metal feeling unnaturally warm and pulsing with a dark energy that seems to resonate with the demonic essence still lingering within you. Despite your human form being restored, the touch of the key sends a jolt of electricity up your arm, a reminder of the powerful transformation you've undergone. The weight of the key is surprisingly substantial, as if it's made of something more than just metal.

"Yeah, it's heavy," he says reassuringly.

"Why?" becomes your first word back in your human form.

"Because it carries the weight of many souls who serve together here, and many who are no longer here, and many more to... cum." Edward says seriously.

"No, why me?" you say, not with regret, but with curious gratitude.

Human Edward... nerdy, sexy, fit but not perfect... he smiles. And you realize you like him in this form, too.

"Because you're you. Hail you. Hail Satan."

For the first time without a hard dick, you repeat back to him casually, knowing what your new god gave you both: "Hail Satan."

You hold his human gaze for a moment. You feel the electricity of being a servant of Satan, able to transform at will. But your human body is hungry.

"Want to grab some breakfast?" you ask Edward.

"Breakfast?" Edward laughs. "Dude, Satan can control time. That was 6 hours for us but 15 minutes for everyone else. How about dinner?"

"Sounds good," you say. Your dick jerks. "And dessert?"

Edward's horns pop out just a bit as he says: "It usually gets busy upstairs around 11. Dessert back here around then... you in?"

"HE's in! All the way in!" you reply.

"Good lad! Hail Satan," Edward says. You head upstairs to dinner with your new demon lover, and you know the rest of the story is yours to write in the dark fire of eternity.

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