Sophie had never been the same since that night with Damien.
She no longer desired any form of religion. Really, the thought of god repulsed her and anything to do with god.
Damien came at least once a week to send her into the deepest pits of hell. Every time he came to her she would ascend into complete ecstasy, only coming down when the sun came up and he left. She completely belonged to him, and she knew it. She had known on their first night, as he came inside her and she came with him, she could feel that her soul was his to do with as he pleased.
Her parents had taken this development differently.
Lauren, her mother, was used to demons and black magic. After all, she had been raised in a family of witches.
Tomas, who had been raised by Atheists, was not uncomfortable with it. Yes he had agreed with his wife's plan, but he had thought it was a one off thing, and life could get back to normal. But now his daughter's soul belonged to an incubus, her screams of pleasure carrying on into the night.
What most unnerved him was how Sophie liked it so much. He couldn't believe that she had gone from devout Christian to demon slave overnight. 'Such is the power of an incubus. It's what they do.' Lauren had explained.
Tomas had also noticed change in Lauren's behaviour.
When Sophie and Damien were going at it, Lauren would become quiet and her breathing would quicken. Her hands would flutter, like she was stopping them from doing something.
Tomas was uncomfortable with the whole thing, but he knew that it was too late to do anything about it.
It only made it worse that he was due to go on a very important business trip soon, and he feared what his wife would get up to while he was gone. Back when Lauren had been younger, she had a playful reputation. Damien's presence wouldn't be helping that.
On the day Tomas left, Lauren kissed him on the cheek and bade him goodbye as he stepped into the taxi at their front door. Her mind seemed to be far away, and her goodbye was half-hearted. Sophie wasn't even at there, recovering from another hard night with her demon. Tomas couldn't help feeling something bad was going to happen.
...
That night, Lauren couldn't get to sleep.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable because of the raw itch in her crotch. It was itchy because of her longing. Normally Tomas would cure such an itch, but he was not here. Lauren gave into the need and put her fingers into her warm moist opening.
She first slid her fingers along her inner lips, darting inside to wet them. She then moved straight to her clit, flicking, rubbing and pinching the little piece of sensitive flesh until it was hard. Her fingers moved back to her cunt while her thumb kept her clit busy. Lauren plunged her fingers down as far as they would go, feeling her soft flesh.
It was all well and good to feel herself, but she needed extra stimulation. She needed an image, a fantasy. Being ever the faithful wife, Lauren first tried to imagine her husband.
Normally, this would have worked, but this level of lust was too much for just her husband. Lauren needed something different, something...unholy.
"I know I need you Damien, but I'm married...I can't." she whispered into the darkness.
"Oh yes you can." Damien replied.
He had materialised on her bed, already on top of Lauren. His unearthly gaze looked down at Lauren's cunt, her fingers trying in vain to pleasure the woman. He chuckled.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"You haven't changed a bit from that young teen that summoned me. Still the horny minx aren't we?" his silken voice poured in Lauren's ears and memories of that night flooded her mind.
His hot hands all over her body, his mouth sucking the life out of her tits, his monstrous cock reaching down into the raw depths of her maidenhood. It had been the best night of her life.
"You remember don't you?"
"Yes Damien, I do. If I remember correctly, we didn't finish that night. Mother interrupted us right as we were about to finish."
Lauren sat up, running her wet hand over Damien's hard chest, moving down to the bulge in his pants. She leaned in to kiss him, and Damien grabbed her head with both his hands, forcing his tongue down her throat.
"My word I've missed you." Lauren gasped when they stopped kissing.
She wasted no time getting her night dress off and unbuckling his jeans. She was a woman driven by one need, the need to be fucked.
