The Devil and the Angel

A/N: I honestly wasn't sure what category to put this in. I chose non-con because it's probably the one you least want to be surprised by, but this could just as easily have fit in with Erotic Horror, or Fantasy. This work is dedicated to the little battles we all go through every day, and features a lot of fucked up stuff. I'm not playing whiffle ball here. Sex and violence, not always in that order and sometimes combined! You have been warned.

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The Devil and the Angel on my Shoulders

Chapter 1

This story begins, as so many others do, with a woman. The woman of Adam Jones' dreams, to be exact. At least, she was now. Adam had always had a thing for goth girls. Especially since in his small suburb there weren't any. He thanked his good fortune she had decided to wander into the dusty old book shop he clerked at part time.

He licked his lips subconsciously, trying to watch her without being a creep about it. She had black hair with severe bangs, black lipstick and eyeliner, a band shirt he'd never heard of and could barely read with enough rips in it to show a tantalizing amount of boob, a short black skirt, ripped fishnet leggings, and platform boots, all black and silver head to toe, except a hot pink bra, and a large bright blue tattoo across her hip of thorns and roses that peaked in the tantalizing gap of pale skin between shirt and skirt, continuing out below to wind around her thigh, like a garter belt.

He had fallen in the love the moment she walked in the door. He fantasized vividly about them taking turns tying each other up. A recurring fantasy when it came to goth girls. He liked to believe they were all adventurous like that, though his gut told him that probably wasn't the case. Still, he could dream. Nothing wrong with that.

She was browsing the Occult section, of course. Adam kept a book open in one hand so it looked like he was reading, but all his attention was on her, trying to think of a way to strike up a conversation, or looking for an opening to offer help finding something, or even better, a recommendation. Recommendations always led to chit chat.

She bent over at the waist to look at something on the bottom of a shelf and Adam almost fell out of his chair. Her skirt was tight, and rode up easily, the very bottom of her ass peaking out as she reached for a large heavy leather tome to flip through. His heart skipped a beat. It was hard to tell, the lighting was accursedly dim in the quiet bookstore to encourage quiet reading in the various nooks, but he was fairly certain she wasn't wearing any underwear.

He could feel himself flushing and looked away, trying to regain his cool. When he looked back, she was standing at the counter. "Hi," he said, trying not to jump, but failing, in a higher pitched voice than intended. He stood, belatedly. She smirked at him. "Um... will that be all?" he asked holding his hand out for the book she was holding, in a slightly more sure voice.

"Hmmm.... That depends," she replied in a sultry voice, her eye's flicking down to the name tag on his lapel. "Do you have a girlfriend, Adam?"

Adam would never be sure if it took two minutes or two seconds to respond, but he managed, "No! Do you!?" after ridding himself of the internal chant of:

is this really happening?

The one thing he was sure of was that he had to do anything he could to hear her say his name again in that sexy voice.

She laughed prettily, her smile beautiful, and Adam could feel himself flush again, realizing exactly what he'd asked. "I do actually, but I'm currently looking for something a little different." The image of her and another girl became impossible to stop thinking about, or better yet, her and another girl

and him.

They would take turns on who was tied up. Adam's brain fizzled at the thought. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the counter, wrapping her hands around the edge mere inches from him. Adam was unable to stop flicking his gaze down to her cleavage, mouth going slack, and when his eyes made it back up to her face she was grinning up at him through her eyelashes with a little impish smile.

He licked his lips and her smile turned deeper, and more lustful.

The pose would have been nothing short of a filthy proposal had he been on the other side of the counter, with her bent over before him, gripping the other side, ready for him to slide up that tight skirt and just slide right in, but not before giving those pale cheeks a little color with his palm and edging her a half a dozen times or so until she was a begging dripping mess...

"Full disclosure, I'm not looking for a boyfriend, I'm not even looking for a hookup."

Adam's dreams shattered into a thousand pieces as a cold wind blew through his heart.

"I'm a witch, and I want to practice some spells that need a..." she glanced down at my lap meaningfully and bit her lip, "male subject." Adam's heart pounded into this throat as she continued. "And you're cute enough that I wont mind er... extracting your essence, as it were."

Adam's dreams reknit themselves into a weird Frankenstein dream he'd never considered having, but now knew he could not live without.

"Are... are you serious?"

She nodded, her smile widening into a wicked and expectant thing. Adam felt like he was holding a wining lottery ticket. "Ok," he breathed out.

"Great!" she said in a bright cheery voice, already walking towards the door, "what time do you get off work?"

"Nine," he said in a daze.

"I'll pick you up," she said, and then paused at the door looking back over her shoulder with a sultry look, "don't masturbate."

She was out the door before Adam could respond. It was another ten minutes before he noticed she hadn't bought the book she brought up to the counter. He spent the rest of his shift more or less erect.

There was something about being told to not do something that made him think about it almost constantly, so Adam did in fact have to stop himself from closing shop for five or fifteen or fifty minutes to go jerk off in the employees bathroom with the image of her cleavage and perfect ass burned into his brain. He imagined that sultry and impish smile wrapped around his cock, her blow jobs as teasing and playful as the rest of her.

The way she had smiled looking up at him, her breasts nearly spilling out of her ripped up top just below. Adam shuddered, closing his eyes, and nearly moaning out loud remembering.

He couldn't stop himself from looking up witch rituals on his phone, but most of the results were porn or outlandish nonsense so he gave up, letting his imagination run wild with what might happen tonight, and saving a few bookmarks for a future lonely night. There had been one in particular with a girl in a witch costume tied up with rope and gagged that spoke to Adam's current line of thinking.

I wonder how she's going to "extract my essence",

Adam thought with a dopey smile, barely registering the half dozen or so customers who wandered in the rest of the day. The closer he got to the end of his shift the more time seemed to crawl. By 8:30 seconds had doubled in length, and every fifth minute was being repeated.

She showed up nearly fifteen minutes after he closed, which was lucky, because it had taken him until ten after to finish settling the register because he kept losing count thinking about her. He had spent the next five minutes after that feeling more and more like he had been the butt of a big joke, but then, lights in the window, a dingy pickup truck pulling into the space just out front of the store, and Adam's heart leapt into his throat.

It was her! It was her!

Adam chanted internally. She didn't get out, just killed the lights and waited, staring at him, her black lipstick stark against the pale skin of her face, smirking as she watched Adam nearly trip over himself to leave and lock up.

It took nearly five minutes of awkward silence for Adam to clear his throat and ask where they were going.

"Out to the woods. A couple of my friends are already out there building a bonfire, and setting up the ritual space. It's all very elaborate. You won't have to do much, just lay there while I... extract your essence."

"What um... what exactly...."

She bit her lip, glancing over at him, "You didn't masturbate did you?"

Adam spluttered in a particularly embarrassing and undignified way. Face reddening, he forced himself to reply, preying his voice didn't break, "no."

"Good."

She reached over with her right hand, and laid it on Adam's lap, feeling for his dick, and finding it already rapidly hardening making him gasp. She stroked it gently as he yelped in surprise. She smirked, but kept her eyes on the road. Adam stared in shocked pleasure as she stroked him slowly through his pants until he was throbbing. Disbelieving at his luck and groaning in appreciation.

"Holy shit..."

"The spell we want to cast, we need your seed as an ingredient. It needs to be extracted at a specific time, in a specific way and we need to get as much as possible. My job is to perform the extraction itself,

manually,"

she said, stressing the word 'manually' and glancing over to catch his gaze for a teasing second. "I'm going to tease you, because the more we get the better. Is that ok with you, Adam?"

"O-ok..." Adam responded breathlessly. "What's... what's your name?"

"Ophelia."

Adam imagined that probably wasn't her real name, he thought a lot of goth girls came up with more appropriately gothic names to go by, but soon he didn't care, her seeking hand tracing the contours of his aching length in sweeping waves that melted his brain.

She was true to her word. As they drove further and further from town, she kept Adam hard and throbbing, leaking into his underwear. Any thought of being isolated with a strange woman driven from Adam's head by her nimble and sensuous fingers.

"Are you close," she asked silkily.

"Yes," Adam groaned. She stopped stroking and started trailing the tips of her nails up and down its length, making him shake and shiver in delight, moaning and groaning. When he throbbed extra hard she would giggle in delight.

"Fuck," Adam groaned, "that feels so good."

"I know," she replied, laughter in her voice.

"No one's ever teased me like this."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"Good," she said smugly, "maybe after this, we'll see if my girlfriend is cool with you and her teasing me like this for a while.

"Fuck yeah!" Adam moaned wetly, and she laughed at his enthusiasm, flattered, and doing nothing to mask her obvious enjoyment of his submissiveness to her teasing.

It took nearly an hour, almost a quarter of it spent going down a bumpy packed dirt road into a dense forest. This made her teasing hand-job even more intense, spending long moments just holding it, squeezing rhythmically in a tight grip while the juking and shaking of the car did most of the work.

Adam was able to spot a light glinting through the trees which revealed itself to be a large bonfire. As they got closer several figures could be seen dancing wildly around it. When they got close enough that Ophelia pulled the truck over to park, he realized the figures dancing around the fire were three women, and that they were naked.

"Holy shit..." Adam breathed out, mesmerized by the silhouetted nudity, offering brief tantalizing glimpses of their shaking breasts and butts. He glanced over at Ophelia and saw she was already naked from the waist up. "Holy shit!"

Ophelia looked over, grinning as she shimmied her pants down. Adam raked her form, drinking in her gorgeous body. Big soft breasts, trim waist, smooth pale skin on long legs. Everywhere he looked soft curves and perfect skin beckoned his touch. "Leave your clothes in the truck and come join us when you're ready. Trust me, you're going to have a great time."

He sat frozen in the car for several long moments, watching Ophelia walk away with great relish. He didn't even notice her look back over her shoulder and laugh at the way his gaze was locked to her swaying posterior.

Then suddenly, he was spurred to action. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, he decided, and that he would regret not going for it the rest of his life. If he died, he died. In a frenzy he tore his clothes off and got out of the truck, gingerly making his way barefoot from the dirt road to the soft plush grass of the clearing the witchy women had set up in.

Closer now he could start to see detail in the dancers. There were three of them plus Ophelia, and they were all beautiful. One was tall and fit, another short and curvy, and the third thin and fragile looking. Ophelia flung herself around, undulating erotically around the dancing flames, breasts swinging wildly, ensnaring Adam's gaze.

They were chanting, in unison, creating a haunting harmony that sent a chill down Adam's spine. His fear came surging up again. No one knew he was here. Four on one, if they wanted to hurt him there probably wasn't much he was going to be able to do. What were the odds that this really was just an innocent group of girls having fun with some fake witchy nonsense as an excuse to have a weird hookup with a guy?

Ophelia stopped and stared at him, the fire lighting her up, making her look a bit devilish. She grinned, glancing down at his dick, hard as could be, bouncing in the fire warmed air to the time of his racing heart. She put a hand to her pussy and trailed it between the lips with a moan that shot straight to Adam's cock. She tasted her wetted fingers, staring Adam down with a come hither look.

He strode forward as if in a trance until he was standing before her, unable to tear his gaze away from her eyes, even to peruse her spectacular body. She reached out and grabbed his cock gently. Adam gasped, eyes closing for a moment moaning as she stroked him once, gentle and slow. Then she pulled gently, walking backwards, and leading him by his aching manhood slowly around to the other side of the fire. Ophelia and the other girls never ceasing their hypnotic singing.

Adam tried to listen to what they were singing but it sounded odd, like a different language, and despite the other three girls dancing past him, giving him glorious up close views of their beautiful nude bodies, his eye's stayed locked on Ophelia's.

There, on the other side of the fire, set just far enough to avoid catching fire was a wooden platform. Raised slightly above the forest floor by a series of pegs, and carved intricately across the whole surface with a stereotypical pentagram. Elaborate symbols circled and filled the five pointed star. Adam was lead to it, and his guide had him lie in the center on his back. She knelt between his legs and held his dick so it pointed straight up. Adam groaned his appreciation at her touch as she stroked him gently.

"I have to keep you near the edge until the song is finished," she said with glee, "but you can't cum until the very end, so warn me and I'll pause for a few seconds."

"Ok, ok," Adam replied quickly, nearly hyperventilating, "this is so fucking hot, I can't believe this is happening."

"Believe it big boy," Ophelia shot back teasingly, tracing the tips of her black nails in waves down his shaft making him shiver.

The other women came over, still singing, each holding a little pot of paint. They used their fingers to trace symbols all over Adam's body. "Woah," Adam whispered, nearly overwhelmed as the four women attended to him, touching him all over, and Ophelia teasing him and keeping him almost painfully erect, throbbing and leaking precum. She used her nails to tickle his balls making him arch and groan.

"Not long now," Ophelia nearly moaned as the other three women finished painting his body with symbols matching the ones in and around the pentagram he lay on. Their singing hit a crescendo.

It took a moment to realize that while Ophelia had sat back, and stopped touching him, there was still a soft warm hand stroking him, and teasing nails tickling his balls and his taint. He gaped staring down at his groin, as invisible hands pleasured his cock expertly.

Without warning those hands were replaced with something wetter and tighter, and so hot it made Adam shout in pleasure and pain, heat just shy of damage enveloping him, and gripping him like a soft wet vice.

"What the fuck!?" he gasped. The phantom pussy sank down onto his throbbing leaking cock, Adam arching into it, moaning like a wounded animal. It rippled in waves no human pussy could match, like it was trying to pull him in deeper and suck the cum straight out of him.

Ophelia had joined with the other witches, circling Adam now, singing and dancing. If he had been less distracted he might have realized the pentagram below him was glowing a deep blood red, as were the symbols drawn across his flesh. From his groin he felt the press of soft but strong thighs now, clenching his hips in a passionate embrace.

"What's happening!?" he half shouted half moaned, fully aware now something beyond his understanding and terrifying was taking place. His partner was beginning to manifest more and more though remained invisible. Thighs grew into legs, and quickly he could feel her feet form where they lay against him, curled and twitching in pleasure as they rutted together.

Slowly the weight on his pelvis grew and grew. The wickedly hot pulsating pussy rode Adam faster and faster, pelting him towards what felt like would be a spectacularly powerful orgasm, but his fear warred with his lusts. The knowledge that apparently magic was fucking real shook him, as his enthusiastic ghost? Demon? Eldrich creature? Whatever it was rode Adam like a slut that hadn't had sex in a year.

The whole thing seemed to be building towards something, and Adam had a suspicion it was his orgasm. A spike of fear as he pelted towards that intimidating peak, what if she had lied, what if this spell or ritual or whatever harmed him? What if he was a sacrifice?

Before he could make up his mind, the phantom fucking him had grown arms and hands, and used those hands to lean forward, pinning Adam by the wrists with an effortless strength, and pressing two wonderfully soft and lush breasts into his chest. She or it used this new position to quicken to an almost bruising pace, pounding against him, a loud wet slapping echoing through the forest louder than the witches singing.

"Fuck!" Adam yelled, pleasure and pain mixing again to drive him quickly towards his peak, that cord in him growing thinner and more taught until it snapped suddenly. Adam bellowed uncontrollably, the pussy riding him suddenly cumming all over him, squirt soaking his belly and chest, some even spraying as far as his face. He licked his lips, savoring the impossibly delicious cum, somehow sweet and silky on the tongue while still tasting familiarly of a woman. The pussy grasped and sucked him just as his cum began to pour from his cock in great heaving bursts that left him gasping and seeing stars thrusting wildly but ineffectively against the immovable softness surrounding and pinning him. Between the hour of teasing and edging by a gorgeous goth girl, and the otherworldy glory of the pussy milking his cock, Adam could not recall a stronger or more intense orgasm. It rendered him insensate for over a minute, and another minute after before the little throbbing after shocks finally abated, a warm happy glow tingling his whole body. The waves of calm bliss made everything outside the impossibly warm embrace unimportant.

The hands pinning him had released him, but he only made to curl further around the warmth, wrapping the source of his pleasure in a tight embrace.

There was a moment of calm, as he felt both him and his partner, breathing in unison, deep and satisfied, basking in a shared tingling afterglow more powerful than Adam had ever experienced, like a drug, washing over him in diffused waves of calm and love and comfort.