NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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Billy scanned through the poorly sorted book titles, letting his finger drag along the spines as he whistled to himself. "Hmmm...
Silvio's Ultimate Kitchen Cookbook... Familiar As An Apple, Strange As An Orange... Textiles During The Third Reich..
." He stopped and his eyes widened upon seeing the last book.
Libro Demoni et Tenebrae
. "Oh sick!" His face widened with delight. "Fucking awesome demons and shit!"
Boyish delight overpowered his famous propriety, his mouth spewing the words not of a Boy Scout but of a churlish sailor as his hand swept over the engraved cover. "Holy shit... holy shit! What are the chances!?" The improbably explicit cover showed a horned red demon with a battle axe atop a pile of headless angels, a busty succubus lover clinging to his side, all wrought in aged leather.
He took the book down and flipped it open. His electric, cheerful smile remained undiminished as the browned pages flipped by at tremendous speed. He could see the scribbled arcane texts, moving and alive as the pages turned and felt the gusts of wind whip across his face. The more he looked into the letters and horrific engravings, the greater excitement he felt.
"Whoooaaaa..."
He knew something wasn't right when he saw the lights in the library dim. Or perhaps those were his own eyes failing. Whatever the case, it wasn't long before a deep, baritone voice broke into his thoughts, sounding like volcanic rock grinding against cracked glass. "
YOUR SOUL IS MINE, MORTAL!
"
Billy hadn't quite fathomed he was doomed yet, but ensured his fate all the same when sheer fear overpowered his amazement. "Ah shit..." The demon saw the momentary lapse of courage in his soul, and took advantage of his more open state, rushing in like a flood of evil and tearing out any sense of goodness the young man might have had.
Baal ripped open his spirit like a tuna can, and quickly asserted his dominance over his new shell. Muscles rippled into statuesque proportions, his jawline widened and his clean cut hair style grew out wildly, draping his shoulders like some barbaric warlord of ages past. He made grunting sounds and ripped books off the shelves as if he were having a dire bout of steroidal rage.
"Billy Summers I can not believe what you are...!" Ms. Bell, the librarian, felt her voice stop in her throat and her heart pound in her chest upon seeing the statuesque specimen the Clearview College's Reading and Chess Champion had become. This new Herald of The End spun around sharply, looking at her with flaming red eyes.
His fists clenched and drool hung from his lips. His new mind quickly assessed the librarian. She was young, very young, with black hair in a bun and shapely legs hidden behind a long dress. The very epitome of constrained femininity, which offended his explicit sensibilities to the core.
He huffed like a stallion in heat and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Shut your whore mouth, bitch!" he rasped, and then pounced on her. He took her to the ground instantly and straddled her. "Your soul is mine... and your tits!" Ms. Bell had always been self-conscious about her small chest, and didn't know to be flattered or frightened that the beast Billy had become actually wanted what she had.
Billy growled with satisfaction as he felt hot, demonic power surge up from his loins and down his arms. Infernal sorcery exploded from his palms and rushed into her chest. She spasmed to his initial touch, and loosed a moan mixed with surprise and delight both. The librarian didn't know what had come over Billy, but the sensation he willed into her flesh was so strange... yet so
good
.
Her body stiffened to the ecstasy, her back arching up straight into his hands. Her lips opened and closed to quiet gasps while blasts of mind melting stimulation streamed from her breasts. Those tits grew more ample and ripe with every breath, their growth propelled by Billy's vile demonic magic. She saw Billy grin, his fingers widening across her jiggling titflesh. Dark and foul whispers hissed by her ear and then she knew... this was no blessing, this was something else.
"Ohhhh... nooooo..." she moaned, trying to pray to God, but her tongue was too numb, her mind too addled. She tried to roll away from him, away from the vileness that felt so good, but only succeeded in flopping on the floor. All the while the whispers grew louder, her chest more buxom.
"Yessss!" hissed the possessed student, relishing her weak defiance and the feeling of her breasts swelling underneath his fingers. His otherworldly sight allowed him to peer past her flesh and bone, and he laughed maniacally, seeing her innocent soul crumble before his vile taint.
The more her breasts expanded, the darker her soul became, glowing with black fire, her hips bucking helplessly.
One weak moan after another escaped her lips. Her shaking body made her ecstatic gasps tremble in turn. Mountains of jiggling breastflesh rose to eminence, great big mounds that lay concealed by her drab, gray blouse. She squeezed her thighs together, and felt the tell tale sensation of her arousal running down her legs, having long rushed past her soaked panties. Before she knew it, she found herself forcing his hands deeper into the delectable softness of her jutting rack. She needed more of him, more of his delicious corruption rushing through her chest and into the depths of her soul.
He grinned like a wolf, hearing her blouse strain and stretch. Her white undershirt began to rip underneath the blossoming weight of her flowing bosom. It had never been designed to be so full! His eyes were centered on the bountiful swell of lily white cleavage that had formed beneath her neck, focused on the deep crevasse that laid between her spectacular melons.
The more rational and less joyously sadistic part of his mind, an admittedly small part now, knew that to ruin her clothes would attract unwanted attention once she left the library. He re-focused his anguish of not being able to rip off her top and suck her overripe tits and instead centered on her ass, gripping her bottom while stuffing his face into her juicy cleavage.
"YES!" she screamed, curling her toes upon feeling Billy's demonic power flow into her buttocks. Her glutes twitched and spasmed before expanding rapidly, until Billy's palms were filled up by the expanding flesh of her moon-like cheeks. His fingers sunk into her round yet firm, meaty globes like claws, the perfect cushions for bouncing on his turgid demon cock.
Billy noticed her veins blacken, rich with demonic red light, like thin black snakes writhing underneath her creamy skin, racing down her hands and tracing around the wobbling mounds of her overflowing cleavage. His red eyes roved up to her face, and he smiled. The demonic energy that had expanded and toned her ass in moments had traveled up her spine like some twisted Kundalini serpent and pierced into her vulnerable mind, polluting her soul with unspeakable carnal temptations.
Her body seized up and her eyes rolled back into her head. Billy watched as she made incoherent grunting sounds, intermixed with moans and spasmodic gasps. He grinned, watching her hair burst out of its bun and grow down her shoulders in long, silky black locks. The demon put his hand on her twitching groin. He noted with satisfaction the soggy wetness that was beginning to soil her whole dress as her body came repeatedly, over and over to her excited sobs of joy.
What Billy's hands had started, the dark essence in her spine had finished. The librarian was past knowing evil was in her now, just as she was past trying to fight it. She let the rest of her spiritual desecration continue with nothing but an orgasmic sigh to signal her surrender. The last bit of morality in her hung like a quivering candle flame before dark winds. In a breath of pleasure it was blown out, never to be lit again.
The librarian fell silent. Billy leaned over and kissed her gorgeous lips. He did not notice the longer he stayed attached, the more red drained from them only to be replaced with ever deepening shades of black. Exactly when he pulled away, she awoke. She let out an aroused sigh of delight as her eyes slowly opened. They were no longer brown, but the color of many hells gone supernova at once. Bright reds wrestled with bruised violets within her irises, creating a swirling abyss of temptation and damnation.
"Thank you, master..."
Billy stood up and nodded, brushing himself off out of habit. His need to tackle and fuck something had become near intolerable, and with students still in the front of the library, there was no clear salve to his carnal stings. And then it came to him.
He looked down on her with his intense and commanding eyes. "Your first task slave, is to drive this entire school into sin." He pulled her up and kissed her once more upon her pouting, black lips while sparing a few gropes on her round ass. "My lord will need an army. Do not make me regret choosing you first!"
The formerly virtuous and kindly librarian stroked his cock through his pants before curtsying like a coy slut, bending low to allow him ample view of her deep and vast cleavage, her milky white slopes begging to be let free from their weak confines. "My lord, you will soon find that assaulting me was the best thing you ever did."
Baal chuckled and admired her spirit. While she was wrong, the best thing he ever did was rip an angel's wings off during the War in Heaven and then use his spine as an improvised spear, he was a kind overseer and knew how to motivate his slaves.
"I know you will not disappoint me, my pet..." he extended a hand and caressed the jutting expanse of her new breasts, "but first... how many are left in the library?"
