D For Darkness Pt 01

D, parked up the Land Rover with it's GASP logo up the side, Galloway & Ayrshire Sinister Pursuits next to the popular Gatehouse of Fleet pub, the meeting point for todays tour, his favourite one, "Demons and ghouls of the Galloway Hills", it involved visiting some of the darker, creepier parts of the hills and telling visitors of the evil and despicable acts that had happened in these places then setting up camp for the night in a special valley in the hills few ever wandered into, fewer left unscathed.

D's group today 4 young women, in their mid 30's. Young compared to D anyway, he'd been touring these hills for a very long time.

They eventually arrived, running a bit late as visitors to Galloway frequently are, underestimating the length and congestion of the roads in and out, but that helped keep it quiet, and despite this role in tourism, that suited D just fine.

They got the introductions under way, the girls were from Edinburgh, former university friends meeting up for a get together after a number of years of their lives diverging on different paths.

He took them in discretely as the introductions were done Helen, the organiser was blond, about 5'6" slim and athletic, very pretty, but petite with tiny tits. He had often found smaller breasted women had the most voracious sexual appetite, maybe higher testosterone caused smaller breasts and stronger urges, "who knows?" he thought to himself, an accountant in a top Edinburgh corporate law firm. One of those types who is so busy she needs to schedule everything, sex included.

Karen, who ran her own successful startup in IT was tall, almost 6' he'd guess. Deep red hair, sparkling blue eyes, a softer, more curvaceous figure than Helen, and what looked to be a spectacular pair of tits, nice and large, not stupidly so, there was a firmness to them. She had pale skin and a freckled face, which her walking top, with the undone zip collar, showed the freckles extended down her throat to her chest. D loved that, Karen was definitely one of his types.

Daisy, a languages teacher, the first of the two brunettes, her hair was very dark brown, and it matched her deep hazel eyes, and complimented her olive skin tone.

About 5'8" average build, she had a nice shape, a bit of curvature, decent looking tits, and a very good arse.

Last but not least, Elaine, a Mid level Investment Banker at one of the big Scottish Banks, also on the tall side, 5'9 or so, brown hair but with highlights running through it, strangely pale green eyes, they were striking, beautiful, and captivating in a way, the little scar or her upper lip almost adding rather than taking away. Her figure softer still than Karen's, not heavy, but voluptuous full breasts and a hint of a tummy.

As he shook each of their hands and introduced himself as "D" they felt a not unpleasant, warm, almost tingling sensation through their palms, like static without the shock.

"What's, D short for?" asked Daisy.

"If you can guess before we reach camp tonight I'll refund whoever guesses it's fee!" he goaded them, and was met with a barrage of "Dave, Daniel, Duncan, Donald, Derek, Dexter, Dustin, Desmond..." doing what they always did starting with the common ones then trying to think of the unusual. They wouldn't get it, no one would.

"I shall leave you to mull that over for a while" he said, pausing the guesses for now and start with the tour...

With a little menace in his deep Scots accent he began, "Galloway, or Gallowa' as locals say has a long and murderous history. Me and my kin' have walked these lands for hundreds o' years and we'll walk them for hundreds more"

Looking at Karen to his left and in the mirror he saw them all fully engrossed in what he had to say, his first enchantment, the handshake, already working.. good.

"Murder happened here before records, and the legend of some of that lives on, but some legends are born in truth, like the Sawney Bean clan in the late 1500's, early 1600's. We're too far away for me to show you the cave on the Ayrshire coast on our route today, but I remember it like yesterday, we'd send out the women and the bairns, to lure travelers to our cave, with promise of food, shelter or (wickedly) of something more carnal."

"Well, there was shelter and food aplenty, more than we could eat. For the caves were or shelter and the travelers were the food and oh how we gorged ourselves on both the meat and the blood of the dead, over a thousand in all over 25 years, and after every feast we shared in each others flesh. The bairns, could be fathered by any of us, we were all Bean and we shared all!"

The girls showed a little alarm at him talking in the first person, but they knew D was just playing the character... wasn't he?

"That all came to a end, when the growing number of missing travelers and growing rumours raised alarm and King James I sent a party of soldiers to hunt us. They were merciless, deliciously so, the men were pegged to the shoreline they bellies slit open, their living entrails pulled out and left to the rising tide." His hand subconsciously tracing a line across his stomach as he told his tale.

"As for the women and the bairns, they were thrown in a gully on the shore and were buried alive, the soldiers digging, one shovel full of soil after another, until the last of the Beans was erased, except me of course. Forty five died that day! I awoke the next day, still pegged to the beach, the tide had come and gone, the bodies of the other men, either washed away or being pecked by crows. My wounds healed, my pegs loosened by the waves, I left that place."

"Many believe that story to be just legend, but I was there, I ate the flesh, I drank the blood, I engorged myself in the carnal and I lay on the beach and I felt the knife."

"Then I got up and waled away, like I'd known I would the first day I met Sawney Bean and touched his hand for the first time. Just like that young Army officer held my hands and ankles down as they pegged me to the beach that day.. Lieutenant Douglas his name was "

"A thousand people" said Elaine, "God that gives me a chill! And you can tell a story I'll give you that D!... Dean?"

"Haha D chuckled, no, not Dean" D replied, lightening any tension the other girls might have been feeling. "Right, that's us here at our first stop, Caldons Wood, hop out and we can have a cup of I've made from local foraged plants. Then head on to the first site we're visiting today"

They all dismounted the Land Rover and D got out the flask he'd prepared earlier, filling up the 5 cups, and making sure to make a little skin contact as he handed each their cup. That warm sensation again, he saw a couple of them unconsciously stroking the skin where he had touched.

The tea was warm and soothing, only slightly sweet but slipped down the throat with the comfort of honey, his secret concoction would start to work withing 5-10 minutes. They finished their tea and he guided them into the woods. for the 5 minute walk to the point of interest.

The day was hot, the sun shining, and the girls had stripped down to their base layers for the walk. As they arrived, he gathered them round and he took stock, three of the 4 had visibly hardened nipples. He could sense the sexual energy rising in each of them, could see them look at him, survey his body, then look away guiltily when he made eye contact. Good.. all going as expected.

"1685 was a glorious year for murder and the murderous in this South West Corner or Scotland. The King has declared himself the Head of the church, but a group called the Covenanters, because they signed a covenant declaring that only God and Jesus Christ could be head of the Presbyterian Church in Scotland, and refusing to accept the King as a living Deity."

"This first sight, this very spot we're standing on is the location of the Caldons Massacre. A group of 6 Covenanters were being hunted after an attempt to assassinate the leader of the Kings forces hunting Covenanters in the area. The Kings men, A Colonel James Douglas and a Captain Urquhart. Captain Urquhart was killed in the assassination attempt in this very same area but Douglas survived. Most of the men involved went into hiding, but two brothers were captured and brutally tortured. Techniques used make them talk included Thumb hanging, where they were hung in the air by their thumbs, and weights were often added to their feet, but in the brothers case, I used the bootikins, metal boots I placed on their feet, adding weight to their thumbs and which I tightened with screws, crushing bones and soft tissue, then I'd light a small fire under the boots, slowly cooking their mangled feet, forcing them to try and swing away from the flame, joins dislocating and muscles tearing under the pressure."

"They lasted well, which allowed me more time to enjoy the process, but eventually they talked, divulging the hiding place of the other 6 men. Then I sliced them open, like I had been left on the beach and let the hounds feed."

He surveyed the group again, they were growing conscious of the power within him, aware, these were memories not tales, and all four were wet. He could sense their desire, he could smell their essence leak into their knickers, hear their heartbeats rising, each of them entranced by him.

"Then Douglas, yes he was the grandson of the young officer who pegged me to the beach 70 years earlier, and it's no accident I ended up in his employ, for that is exactly where I wanted to be. For these years of 1679 to 1688 were known as the killing years, and Douglas led the march, and what I left in his grandfather, lived through his father and him and for generations to come."

Surveying them again, their growing proximity to him, their lowered zips and doleful eyes, he suggested, "I know it's early, but shall we set up camp here for the night?"

"yes, yes please, okay, definitely!" came four very keen and positive responses.

They brought the kit up from the Land Rover, laid down one large bedding roll, for he'd know that was all that would be needed and he said aloud, " Any last guesses on my name?"

A few more came but nothing close. He stood in the centre of them and declared in a booming voice, "MY NAME IS DEODATUS FOR I AM SENT FROM THE GODS OF THE UNDERWORLD TO WREAK HAVOC, PAIN, SUFFERING AND MURDER AND I DECLARE YOU MY CONCUBINES", raising his hands and bringing them down in an arc, a sort of magical forcefield forming a domed shroud over their camp, keeping all out and them within, obscuring the site and muffling all sound from exiting. The four girls moved in around him, stroking his body, kissing him, starting to pull of his clothes, undressing him until he stood naked in his human form in front of them. Four hands reaching for his large swollen appendage.

"WAIT!" he instructed, all immediately obeying him. Helen, Daisy, undress each other. Karen, Elaine, you do the same, he lay on the bedroll and changed into his demon form, his body more than doubling in size from its original impressive mass, his cock even more so, stood like a bollard between his thighs, his balls swollen to the size of two large grapefruits. "NOW THERE'S ROOM FOR EVERYBODY" he said as four sets of hands started to fondle and stroke his mammoth shaft and balls, Karen the first to try and grip it in both hands, her fully outstretched grip covering only about one third of his girth, but she started to wank him regardless, straddling his thighs, his cock rising up between her own parted legs, placing it between her large breasts and wrapping her arms around it she started to rise and fall. The base of his huge demon cock gliding over her clit, the tip of his head stroking her jawline at the pinnacle of each stroke.

Daisy stepping over his wide torso and straddling his lower stomach, parting her arse cheeks and pressing backward onto the upper side of his shaft, rocking her hips so he glided over her pussy and ass in unison. Leaning forward, her shapely tits brushing his stomach, just above his navel, her mouth not quite able to reach his nipples, she stretched out both hands and gripped them instead, tightly.

Helen and Elaine, standing to either side, only having to stoop a little to lick, suck and kiss on the tightly stretched skin of his swollen head, taking turns pressing their tongues right into his slit, licking down and swallowing some of the pints of pre-cum now flowing from him. Their hands massaging the thick, slick clear lubricant around the ridge of his tip, then Helen moved to on licking and pressing her wet face firmly over his skin, just below where the V of his foreskin met his head. Allowing Elaine to bury her whole face right into the slit of his cock, her tongue gouging deeply into him, as Daisy's arse rocked back on forth further down him and Karen, bounced herself up and down, wanking his underside with her body.

They all felt it at the same time, a surging swell in his shaft, it momentarily seeming to expand about 5% more in all directions, he started to gasp, another surge, a demonic roar that made the hair on their arms stand on end, not through fear, it was lake a static energy transfer, and then his cock throbbed impossibly, swelling maybe 20% and a flood of hot demon semen erupted from his tip, Elaine's head was caught by the initial torrent, his hot cum forcing it right back as it simultaneously burst into her mouth, up her nostrils and into her eyes. Swallowing down what she could, gasping for air, every time her mouth opened to gasp more ran from her face and hair into her open mouth, the rest running off her chin, down her throat, and forming a river down between her voluptuous tits and on down her stomach and between her thighs.

Helen, had time to tilt her head back and avoid the initial blast, but his hot cum came down like a crashing wave onto her chest and stomach, her hands immediately pressing into it, massaging it greedily into her tiny tits, and pressing a completely cum drenched hand between her thighs, fingering it into herself.

Daisy, missed the first and second surges, but the third wave flowed more than erupted from him, the start of a continual river, running down the underside of his shaft and dividing in two as it reached her, half following the crease of her arse and running down between her and his shaft as she continues to rock herself against him, the rest, the volume that built up and couldn't flow that way too, running the other way, between the curvature of her arse cheeks and down into the hollow of her dipped back, building there to a pond, before flooding over the sides of her waist, running around onto her soft stomach, dripping down from it in long strings onto the bedroll, some of it via the fronts of her thighs.

Karen, well, Karen got the lionesses share, his hot sperm shot from between her delicious tits across her upper chest and throat, her head tilting back out of the way, but the cum arced high into the air, coming down all over her, her vivid red hair matted to her head, her, face, shoulders, tits, flooded in his demon juice, the second spurt flooding her again, leaving her dripping from head to toe, as still, she clung to his cock and slid up and down, milking a constant stream from him.

Constant it was.. the girls soon discovering Demons, unlike humans, had an almost unlimited flow. Eventually exhausted and drenched, they all fell in a post coital mass of bodies around D, quickly noticing his semen evaporating from their skin, no, not evaporating, absorbing into their skin, their bodies soaked it in, not just what was on their skin, the huge puddle they all lay in slowly shrank until it was all gone, their bodies actively attracting his semen, like magnetism, their skin burning with a deep sensual heat, more and more of his power entering and growing in them.

Helen was the first to move, feeling fully recharged, energised by his seed, she crawled between his legs and nuzzled her mouth in between his balls, which seemed even bigger now, like two melons rather than grapefruit, she licked and sucked, holding one ball in the palm of each hand she wanted to grow to match his size, so she could take them one by one into her mouth. As she thought this she did grow, maybe only 10-15% though, not the 150%+ that he was. Never the less, she moved onto him straddling him.

D looked down at her. Amused, thinking back to what he'd thought on meeting her, flatter chests, more voracious, he smirked to himself, as this still only large doll sized girl started rubbing her pussy along his underside, onto his tip, pressing against it, even though it was like a pumped up beachball between her thighs. He shrank himself back to almost match her size, his cock still bigger than anything she's ever had. She pushed herself back hard against it, feeling the pressure of his against her, harder, pressure growing, his hands on her hips, pushing them down as his own hips rose upward, "Dear God"... she said innocently out loud in reference to his size and the difficulty fitting him in..

"NO!" his voice boomed... enraging his demon soul with the mention of God "NOT GOD... DEODATUS.." he continued, gripping her shoulders and pulling her hard, thrusting upward equally hard, his huge cock forcing her lips apart and driving all the way into her in one devastating stroke. Her body nearly buckling, it might well have done, but his huge hands not gripped her waist and started to pull her up and down on his raging cock, fucking her like a toy, her screams of pain and pleasure rousing the other girls.

Daisy was next to move, she stood over D's head, a bare foot to either side, watching him fuck Helen like a ragdoll, then she lowered her pussy onto his face and started to grind herself into him. Her eyes opening in alarm as his demon tongue slid into her. Not thick like a cock, long and thin, like a serpents tongue it was forked and, it seemed, could reach where he it wanted it too. It pressed up past her cervix into her uterus flickering and fluttering, then back past her cervix to her g-spot where it fluttered like a rattlesnake tongue, like nothing she'd ever felt before, she collapsed forward, her hand landing on Helen's thighs. Gasping, opening her eyes she was met with Helen's tiny tits. They were small but had the most amazing, small but long, pointy nipples and it just felt like the most natural thing in the world to open her mouth and start to suck on them, gently at first, then harder, unconsciously biting down on one as her orgasm built, until she tasted blood, suddenly easing her grip, but continuing to suck on the bleeding tit.

Helen felt the pain but couldn't even react, D's throbbing cock was hammering into her tight pussy, and the nearer she seemed to get to cumming, the bigger he seemed to make his cock, stretching her more and more. It felt like he was destroying her pretty little pussy but she loved it.

Daisy was just coming down from her first orgasm, with D's tongue still inside her, knowing the next wouldn't be far away when she felt hands on her arse cheeks, parting them, she didn't know who's.. didn't care, as his tongue flickered on her g-spot again.

Elaine was horny as as fuck, even more so watching Helen fuck D's huge cock and Daisy fuck his face while sucking Helen's tits, she knelt down behind Daisy, gripped her gorgeous arse in both hands and parted her cheeks, watching D's tongue move inside her, just below her tight little asshole. Elaine temporarily pushed Daisy's swarthy ass up off D's face and watched his tongue retract from her, she lent down upside down above his face and kissed him deeply in his mouth, his snake tongue pressing into hers, The taste of Daisy's cunt filling her mouth, she felt her moisture rise, eased her mouth off D's and allowed Daisy to lower herself onto him again. Lowering her own mouth, she lapped it softly over Daisy's tight little ass. Her tongue forming a point she started to pulse against her tight opening, pulsing harder and harder until it relented and allowed her in. Burying her face between her ass cheeks, she started to vigorously devour her ass.