Songlines The Demon From Daytona

Songlines. A series of stories inspired by the radio. Apologies to anyone who can't hear the music. Endless gratitude to the highly skilled artists who created the soundtrack of our lives from nothing. In this episode, special thanks to the legendary Suzi Quatro and her voice, together with Mike Chapman, Nicky Chinn as songwriters.

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The night was cool and dark. There were only a few stars in the sky. The moon wouldn't rise for several hours.

The Priestess walked into the forest glade. She kept her gown pulled tight. She was naked under the roughly spun wool and it rubbed coarsely against her skin. Her acolytes marched behind her softly chanting.

The Priestess followed the hard earth path. She didn't need the light of the flaming torches that her acolytes carried. She had walked this path many times in her short life. She was only five when she was sent to live with the Old Priestess. That was at least 18 years ago. The training had been harsh but at least she had regular food. She no longer remembered her original family. The Old Crone who was priestess before her had been a harsh mistress but she did teach her everything she needed to know. The Ancient Lore of the Demon God of the Forest had initially been bashed into her as a small child. Day and night, she had to learn the history of Daytona Divinity and now, after many long years, it was her opportunity to summon her idol.

"Feel good, oh feel free" the acolytes chanted, "and I know he always feels like me!"

The chanting continued, the words echoed through the forest, rhythmically beating in time with her heart.

She stopped at the edge of the clearing. The full moon had just risen and cleared the tops of the surrounding trees. One solid beam of moonlight pierced the night, illuminating the harsh stone altar found in the middle of the clearing. Pale light shone on the altar highlighting the solid, shaft of rock thrusting up from the altar's centre.

Chanting acolytes marched around the altar. "Let your motor make me heaven bound. Hang in, hang on, turn me on."

The Priestess stood motionless before the altar as one of the acolytes removed her gown. Naked under the moonlight, she listened as the chanting grew louder. The primal beat rocked her lithe body. The chill of the night sent shivers across her bare flesh. Goosebumps formed on her skin and her proud nipples stood firm on her pert breasts.

An acolyte moved towards her, sweet aromas wafted from the earthenware jug he carried. Silently, he poured fragrant oil over her head, cascading down her body. Firm hands anointed her entire body with oil. Strong arms lifted her and carried her to the altar.

A second acolyte poured more oil onto the stone shaft in the centre of the altar. Pools formed on the base of the solid rock.

The chanting subtly changed.

"Ride me, ride you. We do anything we wanna do. Speed you, speed me, you're my machine."

Kneeling on top of the altar, the Priestess clutched the rocky shaft before her. She straddled the shaft, her fingers wrapped around it, carefully guiding it as she slowly lowered her body onto rocky protrusion. Her hot and swollen pussy lips stretched as she pushed herself down.

With a loud cry, she exclaimed "Feel good, oh feel free. I know he always feels like me."

"He's my souped up, heavy hung, he-man. He's my Daytona Demon!"

Kneeling on the top of the altar, the stone phallus deep inside her cunt, the Priestess leaned backwards, arching her back and exposing her naked chest to the night sky.

"Ride up, ride down, let your motor take me heaven bound."

The Priestess thrust her lithe body up and down on the stone erection. The surrounding acolytes cast aside their cloaks and flaming torches, and started dancing naked around the altar.

Moonlight covered the clearing, shining on a multitude of naked, oil covered bodies as the Priestess masturbated on the altar.

Suddenly, lightning flashed across the clear sky. Thunder rumbled loudly as finally, with a horrific scream, the Priestess reached climax.

Lightning appeared to strike the altar and blinded the surrounding acolytes.

Standing on the altar, before the prone body of the Priestess, was a tall naked man.

The Priestess opened her eyes, and said softly, "it's my Demon, my Daytona Demon!"

Forked lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the hard chiseled body of the naked Demon. Eons had passed since he had possessed a physical body and he wanted to make use of every bit. The Priestess swooned at the sight of his engorged penis. It was bigger than the rock phallus that she had used to bring herself to the heights of ecstasy. Her body quivered at the thought of him further stretching her raw pussy.

She moaned in anticipation.

The Demon looked down at her naked body, spreadeagled before him. He licked his lips as he fell onto her. Bodies slick with oil twisted together. She was underneath him and her legs wrapped around his waist. His hot body burned to her touch, it felt like his skin was on fire. His large hands gripped her waist as he positioned himself between her knees. His cock was enormous and it was pushing against her swollen cunt.

He thrust his knob into her. She screamed as her body stretched to fit him. It felt like she would be torn in half. The Priestess called on all her supporting gods as he slowly entered her. Her pussy lips were raw and the pain pushed her to the edge of reality. She called on every god and demon as if her very life depended on it. She felt the bones in her spine crack as her body arched.

The Demon rolled onto his back, dragging her body with him. She sighed momentarily as the pressure lifted from her. His hands gripped her waist, long talons on his fingers ripping into her flesh as he lifted her up onto his erection. She stretched her back, her firm nipples silhouetted by blue flashes of lightning as she struggled to fit him inside her throbbing cunt.

Suddenly, boiling hot demon seed exploded into her.

The Priestess screamed as her body climaxed. Ecstasy flooded her mind. Waves of passion rocked her very soul and she momentarily lost all consciousness.

Satisfied, the Demon tossed her limp body to one side. She was done but his passion was only beginning to peak.

The Demon looked at the coupling acolytes scattered around the stone altar. The sexual tension created by the summoning of the Demon had overwhelmed all the acolytes, who had shed their cloaks as well as their inhibitions, and were now engaged in a wild lusty orgy. The Demon grinned as he watched young bodies connected together in passion. He stepped off the altar and moved to join them.

Naked couples writhed on the grass indiscriminately. Moans of passion formed a background noise punctuated by occasional squeals and screams as orgasms echoed across the clearing. The Demon towered over two female acolytes locked in the 69 position. The Demon knelt beside them, taloned fingers running down their naked skin. The Demon's throbbing cock grew firm as the licking and sucking continued. The Demon carefully peeled them apart. It had been eons since the Demon had a physical body and he was going to maximise every opportunity.

The two women fawned at the Demon's hips. Four soft hands cradled the Demon's massive balls as the women willingly kissed and fondled him. Their eyes were glazed and out of focus, a result of the cult's use of hallucinogenic substances in their prayer rituals. They couldn't clearly see the demonic form before them but their smiles of delight were real.

The Demon positioned the first woman on to her hands and knees. "Ride me, ride you. We do anything you want to do," she managed to chant as the Demon's taloned hands gripped her hips. She gasped as the hot knob of the Demon's penis touched her swollen pussy lips. She had never experienced such delight as the knob forced her eager lips to open. Talons dug into her fleshy hips, lifting her body as the shaft entered her. "Speed you, speed me," she managed to moan, "I'm your machine."

Before she could say anything else, her abandoned friend moved to sit on her face, pushing her dripping wet cunt onto her mouth. The second acolyte giggled as she felt her friend's tongue on her pussy. She reached forward to wrap her arms around the Demon's hips and her body rocked back and forth as the Demon pumped his cock into her friend. "Feels good, oh feels free. I know he always feels like me."she chanted as the Demon's rough calloused hands enveloped her breasts.

The Demon's body quivered as he climatically came, shooting his evil spunk deep inside the body of the female acolyte, who seemed to be having an epileptic fit as her entire body shook. Unperturbed, the Demon pulled his cock out of her shivering flesh, cum still pumping out and splashing on her bare flesh.

The second acolyte eagerly adopted the doggy position and prostrated herself before the insatiable Demon who quickly filled her pussy with his throbbing cock. Just as quickly, she received a load of his hot, burning seed.

The Demon moved around the clearing, impregnating male and female acolytes alike as the night wears on.

The Priestess stirs as the first light of day interrupts the orgy. Her entire body aches and she has the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Nevertheless, she is devoted to her idol.

"My lord," she calls, "beware of the sun!"

"We will serve you again, at the next moon, my Demon, but it is time for you to depart."

The Demon stands fully erect on the stone altar and roars his disapproval at the coming day.

A deafening crash of thunder coincides with a blinding blue white flash of lightning, enveloping the altar in searingly hot flames.

And the Demon is gone.

Daylight finds the clearing filled with comatose naked acolytes as the Priestess struggles to open her eyes. Her body feels broken but she will recover. Her hands run over her bare belly, and she smiles as she feels the first stirring of demonic life.