A GAY DEMON EROTICA SHORT
He read the words, mumbling at first, trying to decipher the text.
And then, it happened.
The air in the room shifted, a chill sweeping through the space as a presence made itself known. Raphael's breath hitched as the so-called demon materialized before him. It was no ordinary appearance; the figure that emerged was the epitome of male beauty—breathtaking, otherworldly, with features so perfect they almost seemed unreal. The demon's form radiated an ethereal gorgeousness that could only be described as divine, or perhaps, devilishly divine.
Raphael stood paralyzed, his mind struggling to process the vision before him. It felt like time itself had stopped, trapping him in a moment of pure, unadulterated shock. The book he had been holding slipped from his fingers, thudding softly onto the floor, but he barely registered the sound. He couldn’t bring himself to look directly at the demon until he felt a feather-light touch—a finger, teasing and mocking—tilt his chin upward. The gesture was gentle, almost tender, yet it carried an undercurrent of dominance that sent a shiver down Raphael's spine. He was helpless to resist, his body compelled to obey the silent command as the demon raised his chin. He swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry, and finally found the courage to meet the being’s gaze.
Fucking hell. Why did he even try to summon that thing? It wasn't supposed to work. His older brother made him feel ridiculous for even thinking about this. Just because your girlfriend dumped you for being a coward, you're gonna summon a fucking demon just to prove a point? That's fucking stupid, Raph.
You need therapy, not a demonic ritual.
But here he was, staring into the eyes of a creature that shouldn’t exist, a creature that was now standing before him, very real, very powerful, and very amused. The demon's laughter was a low, rumbling sound, almost musical, as he bent down to pick up the discarded book. Raphael watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as the demon casually skimmed over the words he had so foolishly read aloud.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. His attempt at dark magic, his ridiculous ritual, it all seemed like a cruel joke—a prank the universe had decided to play on him.
The demon smirked in a way that sent heat coiling in the pit of his stomach, spreading throughout the rest of his body.
"You foolish human. You didn’t think it would work, did you?" The demon’s voice was cool, collected—almost gentle. Yet there was an edge to it, a seductive undertone that made Raphael’s skin tingle. The sound of it, so low and smooth, sent another surge of warmth straight to his core, leaving him feeling strangely vulnerable. It was as if his body was no longer his own, compelled to respond to the demon’s every word and gesture.
Raphael could only manage a weak shake of his head, his eyes locked onto the demon's for what felt like an eternity before he couldn’t take it any longer and looked away, his gaze dropping to the ground in submission.
"Look at me."
The command was simple, yet it carried a weight that Raphael couldn’t resist. And then, he began to notice something unsettling—his body was reacting in ways he didn’t understand, as if it was under some kind of spell. Mindless, he obeyed the demon’s command, lifting his eyes back to the creature before him, his legs already trembling with the effort to remain standing.
There was only one thing Raphael had ignored in that ritual: the protection spells that should have been cast beforehand. He’d thought it unnecessary, convinced that nothing would actually happen. How bad could it be, right?
The demon's smirk deepened as he circled Raphael slowly, like a predator toying with its prey. "What am I supposed to call you? Master? Lord? Sir?" The mocking tone in his voice made Raphael's breath hitch, and he couldn’t suppress a small gasp as the demon stopped directly behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat so loud he was sure the other could hear it.
"Oh no," the demon murmured, his voice like silk as he leaned in closer, as if he could read Raphael’s very thoughts. "No, no... It's you who's dying to have a master."
Raphael's memories came in a rush to his mind. Like a real flashback; his ex-girlfriend's voice saying, "Can't you even try to have a firm hand? You're a man. Start acting like it. Fucking fuck me."
The demon could practically smell the shame in the way his victim's shoulders slumped, like the guilt was smothering him.
"I'm sorry," Raphael said quietly. The demon noticed the drop in Raphael's voice, which did nothing but light a fire in his stomach.
"Kneel," the demon said quietly.
Once more, Raphael's body responded on its own. Was this the demon's power or had he been repressing his true desires all along?
"Open your mouth."
Again, Raphael had to obey, shaking now. The demon's magic worked directly onto Raphael's body as if he were a mindless slave.
"Look at you..."
"What are you doing to me?" Raphael managed to get out, voice weak.
"This is how you want it, isn't it?" the demon asked. He seemed to know exactly what Raphael wanted, judging from his earlier observations.
"I..."
"You're hard for me. I can see that," The demon chuckled quietly, smiling at him with confidence. "I may have influence in how your body responds to my command... but that," he teased the bulge in Raphael's jeans with his feet. "That's all your own doing."
Raphael choked out a moan, eyes watering. Even with clothes on, that contact was incredibly sensual.
The demon then opened his robe. What Raphael saw both surprised and entranced him. There it was, a pretty, long cock resting against the toned stomach.
"Oh, God." Raphael whispered, and the demon only approahced.
"No praying. For you, there's only me." He took Raphael's chin between his fingers. "I ordered you to open your mouth, so keep it open."
Raphael's mouth dropped open.
The demon stroked his shaft in front of his mouth, rubbing the head of his cock along the human's lips. When the precum smeared over those lips, a deep shudder moved down his spine all the way to his crotch.
"Never sucked a cock, have you? Don't be ashamed. I can teach you. Stay still."
The human's lips were trembling, eyes wide. The demon nudged his mouth open, now grabbing the base of his own cock. He moved his index finger, in a subtle gesture for Raphael to come closer, and Raphael then noticed that he was being controlled like a puppet. Moving his body on his own would take extra mental effort, and he was already burning with shame; why try to fight it?
Raphael's controlled body shifted toward the demon, opening his mouth wider to accommodate the demon's girth. Shamelessly, he dragged his tongue against the underside of the demon's shaft. An embarrassed moan escaped his mouth, his eyes closing.
The demon thrust his hips forward until the head of his dick was touching the back of the human's throat. The wet, warm pleasure of it was enough for a chuckle to escape the demon's mouth. Raphael felt a chill travel down his body.
"God..." was the demon's huffed response.
"See how easily you made me whimper with your eagerness to taste my manhood? Why are you so ashamed of taking my seed?"
Raphael sucked in hard, wrapping his tongue around the cock and bobbing his head up and down on it.
Raphael kept trying to say something, anything, but the cock blocked his throat completely. To be used like this, so shamefully, only served to make him even harder. When he started whimpering and moaning with each thrust, the demon knew it was time to release the control on the human.
Instantly, Raphael was back in his body as the demon pulled his hair, forcing him to pull out. His dick was covered in saliva now, glistening with it.
"Well done, pet," he smirked.
Raphael didn't take much time after. His mind, becoming slowly hazy with that demon's power, erased all coherent thoughts. He moved his hand to stroke himself, desperate to relieve his own aching cock.
"Such a naughty one, aren't you? On all fours for me, Raphael. Let's fulfill your dream of becoming my cum bucket."
The demon's words had such a powerful effect on the human, his legs trembled as he fell on his hands and knees. Raphael moaned, arching his back, panting now.
"I'm not controlling your body now," the demon mused, his thing and long fingers slowly lowering Raphael's pants, exposing his ass, "although I suppose my presence influences your mind... but allow me to tell you a secret."
He held his waist, rubbing his slick shaft along the cleft of Raphael's ass.
"It is impossible for me to force humans against their will." The demon slowly caressed the human's hip. "The only thing I do is take all those subconscious desires of yours and make them manifest," he added, toying with Raphael's entrance with the tip of his cock. "See? You want this so badly."
Raphael could barely think as the demon's dick began working into his tight hole. His mouth dropped open, only moans escaping him as he rocked his hips. He started trembling as he worked himself down on the length of the demon's cock, whimpering. Raphael wrapped his free hand around his cock and started stroking himself frantically.
"More, pet," the demon moaned. "Moan louder."
Raphael didn't know if it was the demon's influence, but his words brought pleasure to his body, making it more sensitive to each thrust. The shame of letting the being use him just did the opposite: fueled his passion.
The demon touched the tip of Raphael's manhood, chuckling.
"So turned on by this..." he thumbed the head of his dick. "If only everyone knew how much of a horny little slut you were," the demon teased, leaning in and whispered against his ear, "you would make so many men jealous that they can't take turns fucking you. Imagine, Raphael... one dick after the other, impaling your hungry asshole."
His voice echoed through Raphael's body like a wave of intense heat, and he could barely hold the tears back now.
"Please!" he cried out, lost in the delirium of his orgasm and the demon's dirty talk.
"Use your words. Tell me what you want." The demon squeezed his hip, starting a ruthless series of deep, hard thrusts.
"That's not—oh, God!"
The demon smacked his ass so hard it burned and throbbed as he picked up a harder pace now, one that left his whole body sensitive.
"Say it." He slapped the human's butt again and Raphael clenched hard around his cock. "Stop holding back and say you want this."
To punctuate this, the demon slapped Raphael's burning cheeks again. Once. Twice. Raphael let out a whimper so lewd, he started stroking himself faster, desperately.
"Yes, please! Fucking please," he cried, face hot with arousal, humiliation, and pleasure.
It felt incredible. Raphael wasn't accustomed to any of this. Before now, the hardest thing he experienced was that time he allowed his girlfriend to tie him to a chair, but he was never full of something this hard. It was intoxicating, his eyes watered and he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Raphael came with a loud sob, his seed splattering on the ground as the demon didn't stop ravaging his insides.
Just when he was recovering from the wave of his orgasm, the demon followed him with his own climax. It was so warm, Raphael found himself shaking as his hole was filled to the brim with that intoxicating liquid, so warm it almost burned. A soft wave of pleasure expanded through his body, and he let out a sigh when the demon withdrew from his hole.
His legs wouldn't stop shaking, and he slowly came to his senses, realizing what had just happened.
"Pet," the demon teased, and when Raphael looked at him, he held his chin up. "I didn't take anything from you. Those desires of yours, they were already there."
The realization brought him another rush of burning heat through his body, eyes welling with humiliation.
"Get dressed. Go to bed. Next time you feel the urge, call for me again."
With that, the demon winked and vanished.
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