Yay author notes. Its been a long time since I've posted anything on Literotica, mainly due to a lack of inspirations. I'm happy to say that inspiration has returned to me and I'm writing even more than I used to. I'm fairly sure I want to continue my confession series and I'm still trying new stories here and there to see if I can come up with anything viable to write. In this one I took a little different approach, not so much focusing on the fact that its interracial as I did the whole, demon rape thing. Fantasy and horror erotica have always been an interest of mine and after reading a few I thought I'd give it a shot. As usual I ask that anyone who has productive comments to please send them my way, or use the feedback option. I love hearing what people think of my stories. Also since there are like a shit ton of girls this series I'm thinking of posting character profiles after the stories so you can read who is who.
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He never saw the car coming, nor felt the impact as it crashed into his body. There was no pain when Jason Parker slipped into the shadows that warm October afternoon, in fact as deaths went it was rather comfortable, he would have thought if enough of his consciousness had lingered. His eyelids became heavy, and he had no desire to keep them open, instead he let them shut and slipped away under the veil of deaths grasp. Encroaching darkness enveloped him and forevermore he was taken from the world he knew... or so he thought.
Two things surprised Jason as when he felt his eyes flutter open. The first being the fact that they had opened at all, the second being the forest he'd awoken. Just outside of the expanse he lay in were wide trees, with thick branches where green star shaped leaves did a poor job of hiding oddly shaped fruits he'd never seen before. It took only a handful of seconds for him to remember that he was dead, and so immediately he took this magnificent garden to be heaven.
"Wrong," snickered a warm lyrical voice from behind a small leafy bushel. Jason was marveled by what stepped out from behind it. He knew that he was dead, and thus was not surprised by the fact that what he saw wasn't human. A little man, or some small alien creature would have been perfectly acceptable. Instead he found a beast that stood nearly 8 feet tall with horns that curved up from its forehead, whose upper body was relatively hairless, and chocolate brown like Jason's, and lower body was covered with fur and shaped like the back legs of a goat, hooves and all.
Jason's background as a literature teacher told him that this creature could only be a satyr, demon-like creatures from Greek mythology. Though as Jason would soon learn, they were more demon than mythological creature.
"I'm not in heaven?" Jason questioned, very confused, and very fearful of what the monstrous creature might do to him.
"No you are not."
"Why, what did I do? How could I end up in..." Jason swallowed the hard lump in his throat. "hell?"
The satyr laughed and shook its head. "Your past life does not concern me. My business is what happens to you now.
The thought of running did cross Jason's mind, but as soon as it did the Satyr stated the futility of it. "I can hear your every thought, I would know your course of action as soon as it came to you. I am faster than any land animal on the face of your world, my sense of smell lets me know all that lives and breathes within a quarter mile, and I am not fond of men who struggle with their fates."
Jason nodded as he dropped onto his butt. If the satyr intended to torture him through eternity there was no reason to stand while it happened, well unless his torture was to stand.
"I like you mortal," the satyr chuckled, as it listened to the sarcastic comment running across Jason's mind. "And no, your eternity will not be spent in suffering. Rather it does not have to, if you do not wish it to."
This caught Jason's attention. He corrected his slouched posture, and prepared himself to hear out whatever deal the Satyr was prepared to make.
"When each man is born a destiny is assigned to him, whether or not he realizes it. Some are born to be bankers, some to be tax collectors. So men will lead while others follow, some will be rich will others will be poor, and some little mortal, are born to fulfill their destinies in the after life. During your human life, you were a writer were you not, yet it did not truly satisfy the hunger in your soul. Do you know why?"
Jason shook his head.
"Because what you are meant to be cannot be obtained through the means of the living world. You were born a mortal, but you were not destined to stay one. So now I offer you the chance to be as I am, become a Satyr a sex demon."
Jason's eyes lit at the proposal. Becoming a demon didn't sound so bad, it wasn't what he had in mind for his afterlife but it was better than the alternative. "I'll do it Jason said with a grin.
In an instant the strange forest disappeared, replaced by dark basement where a huddle of girls stood. They numbered thirteen in all, each wearing a black hooded cloak over their otherwise naked bodies.
What is this, Jason started to ask, but the Satyr, who already knew his question answered before he could finish. "This is what is referred to as a coven. These girls, by day are students, and daughters, and cheerleaders. But under the guise of the night they are witches, unholy servants of our father, the demon king. Each of these girls is in their eighteenth year of life, and are ready to take on the full power of their ancestors but to do that they require a demon host, through which the magic may be channeled. You will be that host, from this day forth you will be a satyr and these witches will be your loyal slaves."
Both excited and frightened by the prospect Jason reminded the satyr that he had no idea what to do.
To this the satyr simply grinned, placing his palm upon Jason's head. At first he felt nothing, just the warm print of the Satyr's palm and the scratch of its claws across his fore-head. But with each passing second the heat grew more intense till it felt as if his skull had been set on fire. Jason screamed as the flames within his mind enveloped him, bringing with them all the knowledge of hell. The many pacts, spells, laws, and customs filled his mind.
The burning continued until Jason understood all that one could come to know of the world of demons.
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"Tanner focus," Kacey lectured. The petite blonde was inches away from the dark haired brunette and could feel her thoughts slipping to other things. Tanner's only reply was to shrug and roll her eyes. To her being a which had always been more about that taking than the giving, and right now this summons was taking up all the time she had planned on giving to the new starting quarterback she'd hooked up with from time to time.
Despite Tanner's pitiful level of concentration the girls felt their power begin to surge and rise. IN unison their chant grew louder until a roar of flames lifted from center of the circle. The blaze knocked every girl onto her firm bottom. Its blistering heat singed their fingertips and its incredible flare stung at their eyes. None were able to look at the summoning circle until the blaze died down. When they did however, they found an eight foot tall satyr glaring down at them.
It was bigger than any of the girls had expected, in more ways than one. The jet black member that protruded from the thick patch of fur that covered all of hits lower extremities appeared over a foot in length and was as thick as a fist.
