It took Denis one more good, long minute to decide whether or not he should get in bed with a demon, but it turned out to be a deal he couldn’t refuse. He wasn’t just getting a slave; he was getting a slave that would make him feel like the biggest man in town – or the second-biggest one, at least. There was no competing with a half demon.
“I accept.” He pumped his hand up and down, officially shaking mine. Then, as if on instinct, a small portion of my mana seeped out of the tiny hole from my thumb and mixed itself with our blood. It produced a warm, slightly stinging sensation. Then the blood that we’d smeared on our hands began to move, twisting and turning, caressing us where we were joined together, and blending together into a unified whole. It split perfectly in half and moved towards the backs of our hands. It – or they – formed intricate patterns, and once the form had been solidified, the blood seeped into our skin. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling, but it wasn’t bad either. Once it was done, it looked like we had matching tattoos. It looked like a Celtic shield knot, but much more intricate Denis’s looked full, while mine had a lot more empty spaces.
Maybe that means I can make more Demons Pacts? I thought to myself. I wonder if I can only make one with any given person? I had a million other questions, too, but, as always, I just filed them away for later. I thought I would be carrying the tattoo on my hand for all to see, but as soon as we both saw the new marking, it disappeared – or rather, it went invisible. I still knew it was there; I could feel it. The pact had been sealed. The ritual was complete.
“Now, since that is done, why don’t you take your new toy out for a little test run?” I smiled at Denis and motioned towards Mom’s big couch.
“You got it, boss,” Denis replied. “Come here.” He led Little Willie over to the couch.
“Rayna, why don’t you make sure Little Willie knows what he is doing?”
“Yes, Master,” Rayna replied eagerly, and she became the director of a gay porno shoot, right there in the office.
With everything seeming to be in order, I decided to sit back on my mother’s expensive leather chair and just watch. Then I remembered that man-on-man sex simply wasn’t my cup of tea; watching Little Willie get humiliated was tempting, but not tempting enough. I had Cyn come up from under the desk and sit on my lap, facing away from me. I was just about to start feeling her up, but she couldn’t help herself, and spoke what was on her mind.
“Baby, is this your power?” she asked while watching her former sex partners going at it with each other.
“Yes. Yes, it is.” I said it in a soft, matter-of-fact way. “Cyn, I know my powers can be quite dangerous. Hell, I sometimes wonder if I’m going to become too drunk on them and start doing things willy-nilly, but you heard what he said. He threatened your livelihood. He threatened you. He claimed that you belonged to him, but you do not. You belong to me.” As I said that, I couldn’t help but slip my hand underneath her silky blouse and cup one of her big, full, ripe breasts. They might not have been as big as most of my other slaves’ pairs, but it still felt good in my hand, even with a lacy bra separating our flesh. She moaned as I felt her up, even throwing her chest forward just so she felt more pressure on her tits.
“Mom,” I said, leaning in closer so that she could hear me over the sex noises, “I know that one day, someday, I might take things too far, and use my powers in a way that does more harm than good. If that were to happen, you could tell me. I’d want to know, and I’d want to hear it from you. ”
“Baby,” she said, a wave of love filling our bond.
“You are the only one I can trust to help keep me on the right track. I’m sure the others would do the same, like Ella, but… isn’t it a mother’s duty to make sure her son knows right from wrong? Of course, it is wrong for a son to fuck his mother, but I think we both can look past that. Right?”
“Yes, ba… Master,” she cooed, slipping into the submissive slave role.
“Good, my little mommy-slut. Now it’s time for you to finish what you started.” I scooted back to help give my cock some freedom.
“Oh God,” my mother gasped as my cock sprang up. It was poking between her legs, through her skirt. From how huge it was, and where it was positioned, I’m sure if anyone were to have looked at us head-on, they would’ve thought that my mother was the one with a huge cock. Not only that, but it was fully engorged, mostly purple a third of the way up, and had thick veins crisscrossing all over the place.
“As you can see, it needs some relief. Time and time again, it tried to find that relief, but something kept popping up. Enough is enough. If this pressure isn’t released, it’s going to attack the very next hole it sees… and that might not be one of yours. You wouldn’t want that, would you? You wouldn’t want some other hole to get this cock.” ”
A tremor shuddered through her entire body. I didn’t know if she was scared or excited. She hesitated for a moment. I gave her a nudge.
“But baby… it’s so big.”
She was right. It was big – humongous, in fact. Her preferred size was outlandishly big – thirteen unholy inches and thicker than her own wrist – but my cock’s new form was terrifying even compared to that. Besides the increasingly angry dark gradient of red-to-purple it was sporting, it had grown another solid inch in every direction – length, and girth. The new thick veins crisscrossing every which way might have added another half an inch to that girth by themselves. It was no mere cock; it was a pussy wrecker. One good hard fuck from it, and no woman would ever be the same again. I didn’t care. I wanted to wreck my mother’s pussy.
“I thought you liked them big?” I teased her, planting a kiss on her neck.
“But… but I’m wearing pantyhose,” she said, trying to put up some sort of defense, but all that did was make me more excited. It might’ve even made my cock a little bigger. Anything was possible, I supposed.
I softly chuckled at her response. “Don’t worry; let me help you with that.”
I reached down, and, with very little effort, ripped at the soft, silky fabric. It was just as thrilling as I’d thought it would be, but I knew it wasn’t over. From her torn pantyhose, I snaked my way down until I felt the last barrier that would bar me from entering her wet prairie – and wet it was. She’d already ruined another pair of her silk panties because she couldn’t help getting so excited.
“Hmmmm,” she moaned as I slid her panties to the side and pushed a finger inside her. I was glad my alterations still held. The walls of her pussy felt tight around my finger. It made me wonder how her pussy would be after I was done with her. There was only one way to find out, but before I plunged my strong, meaty, monster of a cock inside my poor, defenseless mother, I decided to tease her a little more with my fingers.
“Oh, Master,” she moaned as I stretched her out while tweaking her nipple.
She was putty in my hands, and while ordinarily I could have stayed like that for a long time, I was afraid my dick would just come to life, pop off me, and move around on its own if I didn’t give it what it wanted, like Thing, the hand from The Addams Family. I tried not to think about my dick bouncing around, trying to find its next victim to play with, so I focused on my mother, who was wet, a little stretched, and ready for me.
“Are you ready?” I said in a very sexual manner.
“Y…yes baby,” she responded, excitement and trepidation filling her words.
“Okay, here, let me help you.” With both hands firmly planted on her hips, I began to lift her using my enhanced strength.
“So strong,” she gasped out loud as she watched me lift her like she was nothing. All the while the side of my shaft was rubbing against her vulva, getting it nice and wet. Finally, after what felt like forever for the both of us, I had the tip of my cock pressed up against her entrance.
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