The Demon In The Library

The Sex Demon in the Library (Tome 1)

Stella Lovegood

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Blurb

A 7.6k word supernatural monster erotica.

A girl summons a sex demon in her college library when she has an urgent need to orgasm freely. But, she had no idea that as part of the deal, she'd have to have sex with it... and sell a sliver of her soul.

Trigger warnings:

Dubcon, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, ass play, monster sex.

I walked briskly down the dimly lit diagonal walkway through the campus park towards the gothic library. Under the cover of darkness, the library with its turrets and spires loomed in the distance, looking very much like the home of vampires, demons and ghouls. My footfalls clacked against the cobblestones, echoing into the night. Worrying my lip, I checked my watch and hastened my pace.

It was the eleventh hour and the night before Halloween, and I needed a solution—quick.

Ryan's Halloween rager was

the

talk of campus. Other Halloween parties just couldn't compete. It was a yearly tradition for only the most exclusive of the frat boys and sorority chicks, as well as the 'commoner' adjacents who were hot enough to get access through their invited friends. What made Ryan's party stand out from the rest was that it was basically one giant orgy. For one night, all the regular couples and pairings threw away their boundaries and 'competed' to have sex with as many people as possible.

Well, not only that, but have as many

orgasms

as possible. I had no idea how they even calculated orgasms considering that many girls, myself included, faked it. This was my first year going to the party as I was a transfer into my third year at Preston. But, supposedly, the judges (whoever they were) had a way of determining which orgasms were genuine, and would harshly disqualify anyone who was caught pretending.

At any rate, this party was the talk of the town because it was the one night single guys and girls had access to the hottest jocks and babes who were already in committed relationships.

All hell was bound to break loose.

I scanned my surroundings. The few people still hanging around campus were not anywhere close enough to me to be able to spot me slipping through the back doors to the campus library. Being a library assistant with a key for all hours was awfully convenient for emergencies.

And tonight constituted a major emergency.

How could I even show my face at Ryan's party if I couldn't even orgasm? Not even

once

?

It was a sore spot in my relationship with Hugo. Hugo, who was used to making girls O with his huge package. He told whoever would listen that his mother had brilliant foresight for naming him something that was basically a warning label to all the girls he dated.

I was the one girl that apparently couldn't O when he fucked me.

Even though I shut the door behind me as softly as possible, the metal bar still sent out an almighty clang that rang throughout the hollow space like a menacing alarm. I cringed, freezing as I listened to its echoes racing through the alcove, dying slowly through the bookstacks. Waiting until I was sure there was nobody else here, I inched closer towards the restricted section, retrieving the heavy tome I had hidden in one of the corners, then hustled quietly towards an open space between the computer tables and rows of bookshelves.

My mind couldn't help returning to my worries as I quickly set my things down on one of the computer desks and began setting up. I fingered the chalk in my pocket for a long moment before bending down to scratch out the diagram.

Another thing that was huge about Hugo? His male ego. He'd proudly boasted to me that he could make any girl orgasm, and when I told him that I'd never had an orgasm before, he'd grinned almost predatorily and claimed that it was my lucky night. Actually, it took many more dates before I finally agreed to sleep with him, and when I did, let's just say the whole experience was underwhelming.

Hugo's technique wasn't the worst, but he was like all other college guys I knew: overly confident in their sexual abilities, but sorely lacking in the foreplay department. They always raced to stuff their dick in pussy, without taking much time to get that pussy wet in the first place. The more determined he was to extract that magical O from me, the more he pounded harshly into me from behind while I gripped the headboard and tried not to feel bad for myself, the more I wondered whether those other girls he claimed to have brought to climax had all been faking it as well.

Eventually, I just told him I'd come even though I hadn't, just to get him to stop. He'd refused to break his winning streak. He'd been confused, saying that he hadn't felt me come, so I'd had to fake the whole ritual of it, jerking my ass and shuddering on his cock while screaming. After that, he'd wrapped his arm around me in our post-fuck state and smirked proudly at me, telling me he'd told me so.

Jocks

.

I stood up to look at my work, wiping the chalk dust off my skirt. The pentagram looked pretty good, if I did say so myself. Not a single broken line in sight. I double- then triple-checked my work, then went back to my satchel when I was satisfied. Pulling out the ingredients I'd gathered, I set about sprinkling the pentagram with holy water.

Apart from the fact that Hugo had a huge libido and wanted to fuck me every night, thus requiring me to fake it every night, he wasn't that bad of a boyfriend. At least he was a generous cuddler. We'd just kind of fallen into a groove. I wasn't entirely sure why he didn't just dump me especially since he'd been such a player before, but then again I didn't know why I didn't dump him either. We humped more than we actually talked.

But, for better or worse, he was a constant in my life now, and was adamant that we attend Ryan's party together. He, of course, was in an extremely competitive mood, and couldn't wait to collect the most orgasms and come the most number of times himself. Some might think it weird that I was okay with him sowing his seed in so many other girls, but I supposed I was curious about seeing whether sexual experiences with others would be able to bring me to my first orgasm. It hardly seemed fair to want to experiment while telling my boyfriend to keep it in his pants.

It was time. I glanced at the clock, seeing both hands close to striking twelve. I hefted the heavy tome into my arms, nearly stumbling into the pentagram and smudging the chalk line. Eyes widening, I quickly checked the lines again to ensure they weren't broken at all. Swallowing, I searched for the incantation I'd earmarked on the page, and began reciting, as clearly and slowly as I could so that there were no mistakes.

Exire daemonium et obedire precepto meo

voco hic ad auxilium solvere problema meum

iubeo te hic ad ictum noctis mediae

intra hos fines manere et in tuum regnum revertere semel te mitto

As I announced the final words to the empty room, the clock above me struck midnight. An eerie chime rang out—

And then, right before my eyes, a mist began spreading within the pentagram, rushing out to the edges.

I gasped as they halted at the boundaries of my drawing, as if they had run into a wall. Relief shot through me at knowing I'd successfully contained the demon.

The mist slowly cleared to reveal a red creature that looked as imposing and well-built as if he'd been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. He towered over me by a good three feet. A potent mix of fear and desire burst through my chest as I dragged my gaze along every defined ridge of hard muscle on his chest and torso, as I raked my eyes over his broad shoulders, chiseled cheekbones, and dangerously pointed horns. Every edge looked like it'd been sharpened with an ax.

When he turned his molten lava gaze upon me, I felt at once a fresh gush of wetness soak my panties and the need to shrivel up into ashes. It was a confusing, intoxicating mix, and something that the demon in front of me seemed to be aware of, judging from the crude smirk that overcame his thick beastly lips.

"You summoned me, little one?" His voice was so low and husky, it felt like it resonated from the depths of hell, making the ground beneath my feet rumble. I fell back against the computer desk, petrified. His voice wasn't even loud, yet it bombarded me from all directions, even seemed at some point to resonate from within me. It was hard to think straight and separate reality from the magical spell he seemed to be casting on me.

"There is no spell. It's just part of the aura of a sex demon." I gasped as my gaze snapped to meet his. He watched me silently, his head tilted in that haunting devil-may-care way of his. Could he read my mind?

He raised an eyebrow as if to ask me whether we were really going to stick with such elementary questions. I flushed, embarrassment making me feel hot. He cocked his head towards the massive clock on the wall, reminding me that my time with him was limited.

"Um, right," I stuttered, still amazed by the fact that I had managed to bring this demon to my university library. While I'd been planning this for a couple of weeks already, trying to make sure I had everything in order so that I wouldn't mess up the summoning, that hadn't prepared me for seeing a demon, let alone a

sex

demon, up close and personal. He was dripping sex much more irresistibly than I'd foreseen, which was probably dumb of me.

"I need your help to make me..." I faltered, suddenly embarrassed. But why? This was a fucking sex demon, for Christ's sake—

"Don't invoke his name in my presence," the demon drawled, rolling his eyes. "Now you're just being rude."

I flushed, and the demon cocked his head at me again, his gaze drawn down to my chest. Something in his fiery eyes darkened, and he deftly flicked his fingers.

Gasping, I felt my clothes melt off my frame, leaving me in just my delicates. I quickly scrambled to cover up, but the demon rolled his eyes.

"Darling, if you can't even bare yourself proudly in undergarments when there's no one around, how do you think summoning a demon is going to go for you?"

"Well, you're around!" I sputtered, keeping my hands over my chest defensively.

At that, the demon chuckled, amused. "Hmmm, I'm flattered. Then again, everyone's attracted to me. They can't help it." He beckoned me forward with a finger and I felt myself being propelled closer to the chalk boundary. It shouldn't have been possible! His powers were supposed to only work within the chalk boundaries. I struggled to dig my heels in, fear spiking in my heart as I thought about the consequences of breaking the lines—

"Tsk, tsk, child. Where are you getting all your outdated notions?" He smiled kindly at me for a demon, which was to say tauntingly. "While I might not be able to leave the containment area while you are still my master, I can still wield my powers outside of it."

To hear myself called his master... that sent a hot new wave of wetness surging through my pussy. The demon's eyes flared, sparking with new embers. With a flick of his wrist, he banished my plain undergarments to the pits of hell, replacing them with the most provocative, lacy green lingerie I'd ever seen. Even just feeling them tight on my skin was somehow working me into a heightened state of arousal, my little bralette drawing my breasts tight and my tiny g-string teasing my ass cheeks and pussy lips.

"That's better," the demon said approvingly. It was right then that I saw his tail for the first time. My eyes widened as his tail, with its sharp and pointy end, flicked left and right behind him, swirling through the air so sensually I wanted to take it into my mouth and suck on it. I startled at the sudden image, wrenching myself backwards away from the pentagram.

"Your nipples are hard, little one." I was drowning in his orbs. My throat felt parched, like the desert had suddenly invaded me. "They're peaking for me. And I can smell your desire on you. Hmmmm, the most precious fragrance." I blushed as his gaze roamed my body. Somehow he was managing to possess me even without a physical touch.

"What do you want, Natalie?" Hearing my name on the demon's lips shook me out of my trance-like state. It shocked me that the demon knew my name; then again, why was that even a surprise? He was an all-powerful being, for Heaven's—

"If you insist on bringing those cursed fools into our sacred space, I'll have no choice but to punish you," the demon snarled. He was beginning to show the first signs of impatience, so I swallowed and willed myself to ask what I summoned him for.

"I need to be able to cum more easily," I finally managed to say, my voice wavering only the slightest bit. At his raised eyebrow, I continued nervously, "I've never been able to orgasm at someone else's touch. My own, sure, but not when my boyfriend makes love to me. There's this Halloween party tomorrow, and I need to be able to cum properly or they'll know—" I cut myself off, groaning as I started going

way

off-script in my nervous state.

"Anyways, I just need you to make me orgasm more," I concluded hastily, averting my gaze as I felt the demon examine my face with particular scrutiny.

"Well, it's not the first time someone's asked me to do that for them. What will you give me in return?"

I stiffened at that, my mind running blank. Shit! For all my preparations, I'd forgotten the fucking basic element. What was I going to trade for? I scrambled, asking him, "Well, uh, what do you want?"

The demon smirked at me, slowly swinging its tail around. It searched out the perimeters of its invisible cage as if peering around for a loophole to escape through. "That's a fatal mistake, newbie. You never ask a demon what it wants."

I backtracked frantically. What kind of monster was I unleashing? "Um, okay, I have some cash. Or chocolate? I—"

"Cute," the demon muttered, in a way that distinctly demonstrated he thought it was anything but, "but I want your soul."

My eyes were now the size of saucers. "Um, no, that's not on the table. I kind of need it."

The demon laughed, eying me wolfishly. "Not your whole soul. Just a little sliver of it. Sell a part of your soul to me, and I'll collect the rest of my debt when you die and pass onto the other world."

A shiver crept up my spine. Panic quickly overwhelmed me. "What do you mean? How can I possibly agree to a debt blindly? Is it going to hurt when I die? You can't—"

The demon waved his hand, and my mouth was clamped shut by some unseen force. I tried to talk, but only muffled protests came out.

"So many questions. So little time. Look, you can negotiate all you want, but these are my terms. You give me just an itsy-bitsy sliver of your soul, and I'll bind myself to you so that you'll have the most beautiful, rip-roaring orgasms for the rest of your life. But, when it comes time for you to meet your maker, I'll return that piece of your soul for the debt I'm owed. Don't worry. Most people find that their debts are quite... pleasurable to pay back as well. I'm not a monster."

Looking at him with his hell-fire skin and devil horns, I begged to differ but kept my mouth shut. He knew what I was thinking anyways, judging from the slow grin devouring his mouth.

I knew that I should just back out of the deal. Should just send him back to the pits of hell or wherever he'd come from. Should just resign myself to a life of faked orgasms. It wasn't worth selling my soul to the devil—

"Demon," he corrected slyly, looking at his nails and making a big show of being bored. "Devils are a different breed of their own and, if you ask me, they should really have been killed off eons ago."

Okay...

I looked at him, bewildered, still scrambling to articulate myself.

"Look, if you bind me to you, I can promise that your sex life will shoot through the roof. Life will never seem boring and dreary ever again. You'll be the most desired chick on the block, heck, the state, no, the whole

country

. It'll open doors for you. Do you want to live an ordinary life? Or attain sexual powers you could have never dreamed of before meeting me?"

His words came hard and fast at me, overwhelming with their compelling logic.

"What kind of kinks do you have?"

"What?" I felt like I'd been hit by a curveball.

"You know, what specific things turn you on? I could just read your mind, but I'd rather hear you say it."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't think I'd ever thought about this before. The demon tutted at me, shaking his head. "What makes your pussy wet? Heck, not just wet—

drenched

? Oooh, that made you wet; I just smelled you."

My cheeks burned as I squeezed my legs together tighter. The fact that this demon seemed to know every single microscopic reaction of my body made me feel hyper-sensitive.

He laughed. "Okay, so you like dirty talk. What else? Do you have a daddy kink?"

My eyes bulged. "You mean, do I like calling my partner daddy?"

"That's what it means," he said, his eyes light like flames in a fireplace, "Among other things. I've got the feeling you like to be spanked. Dominated. Called names like slut and whore, but then soothed with terms of endearment like baby later on. Tell me I'm wrong." He cocked his head at me again and waited, already knowing my answer.

My mouth ran dry as he managed to stir up leaves of lust within me. When Hugo and I had sex, it basically consisted of him grunting like a caveman and yelling he was coming, and me just screaming so he felt good about himself. He wasn't really one for talking, so I'd never known...

But hearing this demon talk like that in his hypnotizing, sultry way was making my nipples harden.

"Well, make your decision quick," the demon said, casting his gaze towards the clock again. I startled as I registered half an hour had already flown by. I only had a full hour with him before he'd vanish, deal or no deal.

They said curiosity killed the cat. In this case, my pussy. It throbbed in a way I'd never felt before, and even if I had a keen presence of mind, I didn't think I'd be able to stop myself. I nodded, biting my lip. "Okay, I agree. But, to be clear, you promise me no more boring sex, I'll come whenever I damn well please, and my soul won't burn in hell when it's my time to go."

"I can agree to that," the demon said slyly, flicking his wrist. An invisible force propelled me right to the edge of the pentagram again. He gestured for me to step through. "In exchange for all that, I need a sliver of your soul and the promise of a debt come due when you stand at the final gates. If you make that promise, make a cut in your palm and toss some blood into the pentagram."

I winced, but turned to get my knife from the table. Suddenly, I felt a tug spin me back around to face the demon again.

"You're hilarious, little one. That's another archaic misconception about these summons. You humans really like to dramatize everything, don't you?" He chuckled. "But, I do need you to step through the boundary so that we can fuck."

I think my eyes must have popped out of their sockets and run for the hills. My soul had certainly fled my body. The demon tutted impatiently now, rolling his eyes. "I've never had to roll my eyes this much except around your species. And that's saying something, because demons can be hella annoying." He winked at that.