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Seduced by the Sex Demon!
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© Copyright 2016, Veronica Sloan, All Rights Reserved
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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of wild and wacky sex. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy. The sexual situations depicted in this book are occasionally performed under the influence of demonic mind control. In real life, consent is never an option (demons or no demons). That's why I've written this story down, so we can enjoy being naughty together in the privacy and comfort of our minds. Thank you for partaking in my smut, and remember to bump uglies responsibly!
Cover design by Veronica Sloan. Cover Photo © Can Stock Photo Inc. / iofoto.
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Chapter 5: A Nice Homemade Meal
Tanya was surprised to discover her mother in an apron when she came home. "Hel-lo, my darling!" Eileen cried, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "Have a seat, I've just finished the meatloaf."
Tanya slid her purse off her shoulder and sank into her chair. She stared at the feast her mother had laid out on the kitchen table (where Jeff had screwed her not 15 hours ago). Nervously, she glanced at him, but the man was wolfing down his food with immodest fervor.
"The flavor of the food itself has degraded," he said, his mouth stuffed with salad and hamburger, "but with such quantities and spices, it hardly matters, does it?" He raised a two-liter of soda and gulped it straight from the bottle. "And this! I can feel it dissolving my teeth, but it's sinfully delicious."
Tanya just stared at him. "H-hey, Jeff. Uh-"
He wiped his mouth and gave her a painfully conspicuous wink. "Don't worry, dear." He put his finger to his nose. "Mum's the word."
"What's that, darling?" Eileen was all smiles, resting her hand lovingly on his shoulder.
"I was just telling your daughter that she need not fear. We're keeping secrets."
"Oh?" said Eileen. "Sounds like something from a spy novel. Me, I don't like keeping secrets. Tanya, when your step-father got home today he made me climax fifteen times in a row." She giggled. "I think I lost a few braincells."
Tanya dropped her fork. "What...?"
Jeff gestured her to silence. "The important thing is that I got the time off work and, once the company's insurance deals with the fire, I'll probably get a nice bonus too."
"'Fire?'" said Tanya.
He grinned. "Never you mind, dear. Eat your food."
Jeff gobbled down everything in front of him - and would have eaten the stick of butter whole if Tanya hadn't said something.
"Really?" said Jeff. He pointed to the butter. "But it's delicious."
"Yeah, but...you don't eat it by itself."
He shrugged. "I'll never understand where you huma - people - draw the line." When he'd finished, he wiped his mouth with the tablecloth and bounded into the living room. He grabbed the remote and let out a delighted shriek (he sounded like a tiger snarling) when the television blinked to life. "Astounding!" he cried. "You could waste your whole life in front of it!"
Eileen gathered up the disaster of plates and silverware he'd left behind and set them in the sink. She hummed mindlessly as she scrubbed the dishes and, when she finished, joined her husband in the den. "Darling, I think I'll take a bubble bath. Do you remember what we did with the biggest dildo?"
Tanya fell out of her seat with a terrible gagging noise.
Jeff helped her back to her feet with his effortless strength. She waited for Eileen to mount the steps, and when her ankles were just disappearing she whirled on him. "Are we in the Twilight Zone? Why is mom in such a good mood? She's never in a good mood."
Jeff was studying the several dozen buttons on the remote. "I suggested to her that she might enjoy being an obedient house wife."
Tanya frowned. "Why would she do that?"
Jeff turned the television off. When he smiled at her, she felt both cold and hot. Whatever had happened to her step-father was evident in his eyes; they were commanding, bold, sinister, and beguiling. In his smile was the shameless satisfaction that he knew what she looked like naked, and the lingering suggestion that she'd enjoy being naked with him again. That was true, but there was a danger too. Instinctually, she knew that Jeff was not the nervous, pitiful man she'd known before. He was something powerfully other. "I can be very persuasive, my dear," he said.
His fingers grazed the bruises around her throat. She'd hidden them fairly well with makeup, but he knew they were there. "Oh, the last 24 hours or so. But I'm not all-powerful. I can't make anyone act against their nature for very long. Soon your mother will remember she hates being an obedient housewife, and then I suppose she'll scheme to destroy me."
Tanya laughed. "That's one way to put it."
"Mmm," he hummed to himself. "Fortunately, I can exploit her weakness for my prodigious cock until she figures it out."
A twinge in her pussy, and Tanya almost doubled over. Was she wet already? How could just his voice have such an effect on her? After a quick glance at the stairs, she whispered, "That's a hell of a lot of confidence, Jeff. You're big, but you're not huge."
Jeff grinned. "What I gave you was not what I gave your mother."
"Are you telling me you can change the size of your package?"
He rose, stretched, and cracked his neck. "All things are possible with faith, step-daughter." He stroked her hair, and turned to go.
"Hey!" she said, grabbing his elbow.
Another furtive glance at the stairs. "What happened last night, that has to stay between us. I was...drinking. I don't know what came over me, but..."
Jeff patted her hand. "I came over you. Specifically, your face and mouth."
Tanya's cheeks flushed a deep scarlet.
Smiling, Jeff grasped her shoulders and fixed her with his penetrating gaze. "Don't be ashamed, Tanya. I feed on desire. It makes me strong. It is my raison d'être, as the French say. I cannot survive where it does not exist, and where it exists I stoke its embers into a flame." His fingertips slid gently down her throat. "Tonight, I am going to do what Jeff has wanted to do for the last six months. I am going to find the very fit woman who runs in this neighborhood and I am going to make rough, rollicking love to her."
Tanya gawped at him. "What the hell? What-?"