Blake was like no other lover Chloe had ever had. She came harder.
He
came harder, and needed almost no recovery time. In fact, he was wearing her out. Her pussy was sore. Her ass hurt. Her jaw ached. Even her arms felt like they'd done a workout and a half, as she tried to use her hands to get him off in order to give the rest of her body a break. She wanted him all to herself, but the fact was she couldn't keep up.
On Thursday, Blake had to go into the office, and Chloe worked remotely. Work was slow, Chloe was ahead, and thanks to a generous allowance from her father, she didn't really need the job anyway. And given her personal involvement, finding out all she could was a priority, so Chloe scoured the internet, reading the news. You couldn't avoid seeing stories about demons, and Chloe read all of them that she could.
She was obsessed with Blake.
Her phone buzzed. Another message from Mark, pleading for another chance. She'd given him several over the last three years, and she wasn't going to give him another, but now he thoroughly disinterested her. What would a human lover, any human lover, be like after Blake? Okay, maybe there were freaks out there with bigger cocks, not that she thought of herself as a size queen like her friend Sonia. Maybe a few of those somehow knew how to use what they had, unlike so many men. But Blake seemed to have a special something that made sex with him amazing.
Reports about the demons -- Blake said they preferred infernals, but people called them what they called them and the word wasn't going to go away -- were wide and varied. They came from all over the globe. There was no real way to estimate how many there were, but over a thousand, so Blake was special but far from unique. Of course some religious types were screaming that they needed to be fought and destroyed, and more than a few attempts had been made, especially in repressive theocracies. But the infernals didn't go down easy. They'd been shot and kept going, fighting back with their tremendous strength. People claimed to have killed them, but there were no confirmed reports.
There was other, wild stuff. They ate babies. They were aliens who'd taken over human bodies. They had been summoned by a cabal of evil sorcerers bent on destroying the world. All the sort of speculation you'd expect when people had no information. There was even a cult that claimed they should be worshiped -- in Los Angeles, naturally.
News about their sexual stamina had started circulating, as well, and Chloe had good reason to think those were accurate. A few demons had gone public, appearing on talk shows and news interviews in their full demon form -- horns, tail, and bright red skin. One appeared in a porn video that was the most watched on several sites. Blake usually chose to be in his human form, but the last few days they'd been having 'demon sex' as Chloe called it when he transformed. He could do amazing things with that tail, which had meant the orgasm of her life last night. On the other hand, double penetration only meant that more places were sore the next day.
Chloe picked up the phone. Her sex life was amazing, but she needed a friend, and she needed help.
#
Blake's colleagues gathered around a screen, looking at something. No one had invited him to join in.
Twice a week he came into the office. As a software developer, there was literally nothing he could do at the office that he couldn't do from home, but Gerald Panana, his boss's boss, insisted that it was important that the team assemble on a regular basis. Team-building, he claimed. Watching people work, Blake suspected. No doubt there were a few people who took advantage of working remotely to goof off, but Blake wasn't one of them. And now, watching his co-workers watching some news item on the web, he wondered if any of them were, either. But at least they were goofing off as a team, right?
Except that for the last two weeks, the atmosphere in the office had gotten a little chilly, as if his co-workers were afraid of him. If he asked for anything directly, he got it. Even from George, his supervisor. They couldn't hurry fast enough to help him. If he saw them heading out for lunch and asked to come along, they said yes very quickly. But if he didn't ask, they didn't ask him.
The only exception to this was Anna Chang. Anna, too, was a software developer, and she went out of her way to include him. He'd noticed that she was wearing tighter tops lately, too, and today she had on a blouse unbuttoned to show cleavage. So when she spotted him walking back to his desk from the snack room, she waved him over.
The guys all moved to one side as he looked to see what they were all watching.
"What do you make of this demon thing?" Anna asked him, leaning over maybe a little more than she had to. She had cute, pixie-like features, and a modest chest. And she was smart. Before Chloe, he would have thought of her as quite a catch. Now, she was nice enough that he didn't write off the possibilities, but he was in no rush to make a move.
"The demon thing?" Blake echoed, trying to give himself time to think. Anna hadn't given him more than a professional nod before two weeks ago. None of his male colleagues tried to create distance before then, either. That was when Blake had been touched by Asmodeus and given a piece of his infernal soul. The same thing had happened to hundreds, maybe thousands of people around the world.
"Blake's too good a coder to follow the news," said one of the guys quickly.
"Hah," Blake said. "I stay informed."
He watched the news story. Most of those changed, like Blake, stayed incognito for their own safety. A few had been caught in the act of changing in or out of their demon form. But this was something different. A guy in Baltimore was living large, full-time, with seven feet of bulging muscles, with bright red skin, horns, and a tail. Maybe he couldn't figure out how to transform back into human shape? But he didn't seem to want to, either. His name had been Leslie Carver, but now he went by Bahomet. There were pictures of him with three scantily clad women hanging off of him. Pictures of him heading into a diner and everyone staring. He'd already done two television ads, one for hot sauce and another for luxury cars. Bahomet was marketing himself aggressively, and getting rich doing it.
The two attempts to shoot him in broad daylight had failed. Not surprising, Blake thought, knowing that with an infernal soul, a simple transformation could heal almost any wound.
"Apparently, he's opening a nightclub in Balmer," said one of the guys.
"Who'd go?" said another. "That dude is scary."
"Well, you never know," Anna said.
"Inferno," Blake read. "For the Infernal, and their admirers."
"People might be scared of that dude, but admire him? He's got balls, I'll give him that."
"Reportedly more than balls," Anna said. "I hear he's big all over."
Blake chuckled. "I imagine he's people like everyone else," he said, and headed back toward his desk. If the other guys were going to cringe from him, he was going to hate working at the office even more. On the other hand, Anna's flirting was pleasant. With a woman like Chloe at home, he didn't think he should care too much about Anna. He'd read books about guys getting more than one girl -- harem fantasies -- and they were hot -- but he always assumed he'd be happy with just one, if it was the right one.
But if he railed Anna every time he came to the office, maybe he'd be a little less grumpy about it.
The best part about the trip to the office, surprisingly, had been his talk with Gerald. Gerald was a pain in the ass, refusing to believe developers about how long it would take to do anything, constantly accusing people of slacking, promising customers results that couldn't possibly be delivered. For a change, Gerald appeared to listen to Blake about how difficult a piece of code was going to be to implement. Gerald, like the other guys in the office, looked like he was scared of Blake, and Blake had used the opportunity to press for only coming into the office one day instead of two.
He should have asked for a raise.
Just an hour left in the day. He pushed thoughts of Anna aside and went to work. Thoughts of Chloe were harder to ignore. He had a surprise for Chloe when he got home, a surprise that he was pretty sure would involve eliciting more screaming orgasms from the curvy blonde. He never got tired of her telling him that he was the best sex she'd ever had.
#
Sonia Velasquez shook her head, even though she knew Chloe couldn't see her do it over the phone. "No way," she said.
"I'm serious, Sonia. He's destroying me, in the best of all possible ways. I can barely walk today. I thought I had amazing orgasms before but those were nothing compared to how he makes me feel, over and over again. But he's insatiable, and I'm willing to share."
"He put you up to this, didn't he, sweetie?" Sonia said. Men liked threesomes, at least if they involved two girls. She and her bestie, Ginger, had given a few of their better dates the times of their lives that way. They'd never convinced Chloe to join in, and of course Chloe had been tied up with Mark for quite a while. Even when her friend broke up with Mark for a few weeks, she kept herself celibate so she wouldn't "rebound," which was why Sonia was amazed that she'd hooked up with Blake hours after the latest breakup.
Sonia wouldn't have minded hooking up with Blake herself. She would have even shared with Ginger, if it had come to that, although she'd been greedy enough to want him all to herself. He was fit, handsome, although not off the charts in either way, yet there was something about him that drew her. Like a moth to a flame, she said, because she also had an instinct that Blake was dangerous.
She liked bad boys, and she knew it.
