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I very seldom do this, that I am about to tell you a Story of my own. A story about something that has happened to me. Is it a fantasy only, or could this possibly really have happened to me? Well I will let you decide that for yourself, shall I?

I was still rather young, barely legal so to say when I was going through a rather tough spot in my life. I was a very lonely person, who was starting to be out more and more in dark places, late at night and yes in many ways I would say I was inviting bad things to happen to me.
I was tired of life, so young and foolish, but tired of life. My only friends I had at this point were my books (pagan / witchcraft / vampire) which I spend a lot of free time with.

Now I would like you to remember that I was born in Germany and raised there until I was 18 Years old and the story I am telling you happened in Ashaffenburg am Main. For days I had been out long after the last bus was running to take me home, which at this point was too far to walk. So I was depending more and more on hitchhiking. I told you I was inviting all sorts of trouble, didn’t I? One Night, all I really remember was that the night was a bit darker then usual since the stars and moon were covered by clouds, I was again standing on the edge of town with my thumb out. It didn’t take very long before the first couple of cars came by and passed. The third car slowed down long before it came close to me, almost as if the driver was watching for me. The car was one of those long black road yachts as I used to call them. Dark tinted windows and quiet. It rolled up to me and stopped. The Passanger Door swung open and inside was a man dressed in a black suit, red shirt, black tie and …sunglasses. In the middle of the night.
He simply told me to get in the car and I did. No thought as to my safety, no thought as to what would happen to me. Now years later, I realize how foolish that was, but I also know that my mind was no longer my own to control at that point either.

He introduced himself to me as Gregory (GRAY-GORE-E). Not the usual proununciation. There was a sweet, almost too sweet, scent in the room, which made me drowsy almost instantly. I tried to fight falling asleep, but it was almost impossible. I tried to talk several times, but my tongue seemed heavy. I was in deep danger, but I did not care somehow.
“Don’t worry, I will know where you live. I know all about you!” He said gently in a voice that was both as dark as the Night around me and the as smooth as honey. He did not touch me, but even his side long gazes were as intimate as caresses.

My mind tried fighting the fog I was in, over and over again, but I never seemed to get the strength up to pull myself out. Thoughts and worries flitted through my mind, and each time a thought seemed to manage to form itself, he gave me the answer. I realized, that I had no privacy, no defense. He was reading my mind, controlling my body and my will.

I was wondering who he was and the answer was swift.
“I told you I am Gregory. I am your husband, your lover and your desire.”

I shivered, fearful and yet strangely aroused.

I wondered how to tell him where to go and if I would make there alife. Again, he answered me swiftly and promptly.
“I know everything about you, who you are even if you do not. Where you live and yes, you will make it home alive, but not unchanged.”

I wanted to see beneath his sun glasses, it was important to me. I wanted to move, to scream, to touch – anything at all besides this strange compulsion to sit, breath automatically and fight sleep.

At that moment he took my hands and laid them on his silken shirt, I could feel his heart beat beneath his shirt, which appeared human enough, but I also felt a heat come off his body unlike any I ever felt before. I tried to pull my hand away but could not, it only slithered helplessly along his torso until it landed in his lap. He drew in a breath, slow and deep, steadying. A hiss almost, and then a deep growl from somewhere deep inside of him. So primal, so deep, so …

He was aroused alright, that much was in evidence as well. His cock was stiff and large inside the black cloth of his pants. As hot and pulsating as the heart beneath his shirt. I could have sworn it was vibrating beneath my clamy palm. I was terrified. I tried again to move, but was unable and so I sat with my hand covering his enormous manhood, my palm so small and helpless. For all the world to see an invitation for carnal knowledge. Oh how shameful, how dirty I felt. At that moment he called me by my name and my eyes shifted to his face. A beastific smile came over his lips as he slowly pulled his glasses away from his eyes and once I saw them, so dark, so black they shone almost with a redish glow I passed out. Sweet oblivion at last.

When I came back to, we were parked in front of my home. My hands demurely folded in my lap and my seatbelt undone. He was leaning over me and gently shook me.
“You must have been very tired, you fell asleep. Time to get out and go inside.” He seemed civil, had I dreamed it all. I blushed, I was mortified.
“Thank you Sir for the ride.” I said as I got out and walked to the drive up to my house.
“You are welcome Exedra. We will see each other soon again.” Was his parting word to me and there I stood stunned. Exedra? I had never heard of this word before. A Name? Had he mistaken me for  friend?

Shrugging it off for the strange night it had been already I went inside, and went to my room. On my desk lay a Dagger I had never seen before, a book which just to gaze upon it made me hot and cold, and a Note. I walked to it, mincing every step of the way. Reluctant, slowly.

When I picked up the Dagger it was fine craftmanship. The blade 7 inches in length, sharp and with a double edge. No “made in china” stamp or anywhere else for that matter, but instead an ancient symbol stamped into the metal. I could have sworn it was hammered, folded, forged. The Handle too was exquisite. Carved of black marble or so it appeared. Two lovers embracing, but one the head of a beast. Strange, beautiful, fearful but strange. I set it down and picked up the book. I had a habit to read rather by candle light then by electric light. Nicer that way. I still do it from time to time today.
As I opened the pages a feeling of dread overcame me and I tried to set it down, but failed. I heard the voice of the driver in my mind.
“READ EXEDRA!” I did, again reluctantly and there before my very eyes a tale so dark unfolded itself . 6 “Children” of the Darkness born in each generation. 3 Male and 3 Female consorted, matched from the creation in their mothers womb. Normal to all appearance, but with power over others without trying to. The oldest Pair have the power to control the mind, to mesmerize the mind of those they care so deeply that they in turn can take the very souls from their victims and use them for their own pleasure. The man, regal, strong and viril, the envy of my man in life, dark of brow and dark of eye, his voice dark, honey and deceptive. His spirit name is Gregory and he lives a souls so long and ancient, without regrets. His consort, a woman soft, round, a fertility Goddess which by her very presents allures against convention and reason, both male and female alike. Her eyes are like dark pools, an empty vortex so full of love and sweet promise that they suck you in, just to devour you. She is Exedra, Drinker of Souls and devorer of mens minds and hearts. The next pair are ….

I stopped right there. I had read enough. Surely that was wrong. A sad joke on me. I was neither a beauty ideal, my body to fat, my breasts not large enough for todays tastes and yet? I thought, I holded …I was able to draw men and women to me all too easily.

That is when the Note fell into my hands. It is time to follow your destiny my beloved. Meet me tomorrow at and then an address I knew did not exist.
I laughed as I fell asleep, sure that I was the victim of an explicit hoax somehow. But who? I had no friends close enough to have access to my room, and my old Oma surely was not the jesting type. Not about things like that for certain.

As I slept my dreams become more and more erotic, enticing and well over the top. I dreamed of being fucked by Demons with hundreds of hands roaming all over my naked body. I dreamed of tongues of fire licking and touching my most intimate places. I dreamed of pains, so old I did not care to recount them, being healed by those forward touches. I dreamed of the Driver of that car, and his cock so hot and heavy beneath my palm. I watched him disrobe, watching with heated eyes as the demons prepared me for him. He watched me as I moaned,  sight and oozed with my own juices from their treatment. I saw him stand glorious naked before and just as he was about to enter my body…I awoke. Cursing myself for my bad timing.

The entire day I tried to not think about the Note, the dream, the Dagger and the mysterious stranger. I went about my work, my training in my little Office Suite so demure and chaste. (I was a Paralegal Secretary in Training to a well known law firm). Yet, as the time for my meeting with my “lover” came closer I could not help myself from going.

I went to the Area I had walked a million times before and there, so my utter surprise stood a house, large and filled with many apartments and rooms it appeard. Dark, old, and solid build. I checked the address again and sure enough it was correct.
I touched the handle of the Gateway and found it hot, not too hot but as metal would be after being in the heat for a long time. I opened it and felt my entire body shiver, vibrate and yes my loins heat.

I walked to the spiral staircase and went up the floors, slowly. As I went I heard noises from different Apartments. Noises as if people were watching TV, fucking, arguing. The usual things you hear, but no laughter. No kids laughing and playing. It was strange, and I moved upward faster as if I was being pulled again. Finally I had reached the sixed floor and there were 6 Apartments, 3 on each side of the Hallway and at the very end on the left hand side was Apt. # 6.

I walked to it slowly, thinking to turn and flea, but now I had come to far. My nipples stiffened beneath my blouse, my panties were wet as if someone was stroking me through them, slowly and steadily. I heard myself moan to my embarrassement. I reached for the door knob. I had to go inside, I could not stay out here or I would surely fall apart. The Door sprung open and I went inside quickly before I would lose my courage again.

As the door close behind me, I took in the full magnitude of the place. The Walls where painted black, and candle  holders where everywhere. Lite and spaced just right to appear as if a landing strip or a guide towards the room at the end of the hall. As I opened it I saw nothing more but huge wrought iron candle holders sporting black pillar candles lit and a huge four poster bed with silken sheets. I stepped closer again smelling the scent I had felt the day before.

I ran my hands of over the silken sheets and groaned at their softness. I felt a flush creep across my body as I thought how wonderful they would feel against my nude skin. That is when I heard a movement behind me and turned only to be confronted with my mysterious stranger from the Night before.

“Welcome my Exedra.” Without another word he leaned down and kissed me deeply. A kiss so intoxicating it took any thought away from me. His tongue sliding between my gently parted lips and stroking the sensitive insides of my lips, teeth and mouth. I moaned, shivered and gasped. He hummed, yes hummed as he continued. His hands fond my clothing and soon I felt again as if thousands of hands and tongues were all over me. I fell back on the bad and soon my body was naked, helpless to his eyes displayed. I gazed up with a heated glare at him and found him glad only in a dark Kimono styled robe, hardly covering his body. He was not particular muscular, but there was something powerful and even deadly about him. I watched me writhing on the bed, and smiled.

“Don’t cover yourself, you are perfect. Just the way I dreamed you. Soft, full, plump and oh so very sweet.” With that he kneeled between my legs and pushed his face so very close to my cunt that I tried to scoot away. Nobody had ever been that close with their face to me there before. I did not trust, I was embarrassed and I was sure that I smelled. Oh I could smell myself all the way up here, so musky, so sweetly and yet. It was a scent that I was not familiar with on me and it made me uncomfortable. He only chuckled at that and leaned forward even more. Then a tongue sneaked out of his mouth and started lapping at me, my juices, my cunt and I was lost. He held my hips so I could not escape and I felt as if no man should have a tongue this long, this thick, this….I treshed and spun out of control, I moaned, I screamed and almost passed out with sensations. How could that be, I had no feelings down below due to something that happened long before, but now, here I was feeling.

I felt myself wetting, gushing and tried to hide my face. Surely all this sticky mess had just gotten all over his face. He smiled and suckled even more. Like a baby on its mothers breast he fed on my cunt, on my clit on me. Over and over and with each time he fed on me, he seemed to grow larger yet. Finally when I thought I would perish lest he stop, he stood up and now I saw it. His cock was thick, long, huge. Unlike any a human men could have. No not even the famous Holmes could sport a cock this size. He smiled at my suprised and I gasped again. I can not take this inside of me I cried. It will not fit me. I moaned and he just smiled.
“You are build for me, perfectly created for me. You will take it and more.” And he was true to his word. At first I thought I would split apart as he pushed his monsterous member inside my poor little sheath. It was so hot, that I thought it would brand me, but my dirty body was ready. I soaked up around him, welcomed him into me and soon was moaning once again while he fucked me. His lips now were on my breast, licking, sucking and fucking me at the same time. I knew he was growing even larger inside of me. I could feel him hitting against my very womb. I screamed and he just laughed. You, love it don’t you. Then he leaned down and started to bite my flesh. Not tearing, but nipping. Suckling, biting, marking me. I lost control and started rocking upward towards him. offering myself even more. I heard roaring all around me. Suddenly he paused and looked at me.

“Exedra, do you accept me as I am?” What a question, had I not done so already? “Yes, can’t you tell?
“Exedra, again do you accept all of me as I am?” “He started rocking inside of me again and I screamed my agreement.

The moment I did I saw it. Out of his tailbone had grown a tail, a demons tail. It flipped around and at its end was yet another smaller phallus. He moaned as he brought it towards my lips. He hissed as it touched itself against them. Tabbing, prodding, pushing. “Please, please, he moaned! Open up for me, suck me, lick me, bit me, devour me my love. Take my cock all of them. Please, please. now!”

The Demon was growing before my eyes more horrific, more erotic and I was getting hotter by the moment. I reached for his cock tail and held it, stroked it and caused my demon to shutter and fuck me even harder. His huge cock inside of my cunt fucking me harder, ramming into me and shuddering. I loved what I did to him. Loved the power I was developing over him. “Yes, he moaned that is it. Become who you are. Show me what you can do Exedra. My Lady Love, my Lady Demon, my devorer of souls.” I stuck my tongue out just a tip and started stroking his cock – tail with it wet softness. As soon as I did that I noticed yet another tail sprouting from out of nowhere and I found it pushing against my anal door. Smaller, much much smaller then the other two. No bigger then maybe a thumb but longer and it pushed in side of me without mercy. I moaned and screamed in ecstacy and pushed the cock into my mouth, sucking on it as if it was an ice cream cone. I suckled on it hungrily, wanting more and he gave it to me. He started rocking even stronger, fucking all my holes this Demon. Fucking me like no men could ever do. More, deeper, deeper. I thought how much I wanted to have his lips on me, how it would feel to have someone lick and suck my nipples and no sooner had I thought it then when out of his nipples sprouted things that looked like snakes with open maws just big enough too attach themselves one to each my nipples and started sucking on them. A steady pressure, a sweet not painful suckeling which pushed me over the edge. I glenched and milked his cocks. All his cocks and soon the one in my mouth squirted his cum into my throat. Buckets and Buckets it seemed and I could not drink it all. Cum dripping down, my chin, my neck and still he was hard and fucked me. How long it lasted, how many times his cocks in my mouth and ass came I did not know. I know I was soacked in cum and was starting to wear out slowly when the two cocks drew back inside his body, the snakes ones more returned to being his nipples and only his tree trunk cock inside my pussy remained.

He glowed now, his eyes red as fire light. His body was glistening with sweat and his breathing labored. “Again my Exedra, my Queen, my beautiful lady, my lover and my love. My wife of darkness, I ask you. Do you accept me as I am, fully and without reserve. Do you wish to take me, all of me into you?”

What more could he bring that I had not taken yet, but I was beyond caring. I nodded my head and then he changed. His human face started changing until before me was the head of a Beast too many faces to contemplate. Part Wolf, part panther, part dragon even and then he lowered his head and bit my neck as he roared his final victory. Ramming into me and cumming. I was not damaged at all, he had not harmed me, but his orgasm had transported me far beyond consciousness.

When I returned to the land of the thinking, I found him once more on the floor, a normal if impressive male licking my cunt. Lapping like a dog at my pussy, cleaning me up. I shuddered and he smiled.

“I could do this every Night for the rest of my life you know?” We remained like this until the sun was about to come up. Him between my legs, licking, sucking and sniffing at my arousal. When he was finally done, and it was time for me to leave, he stood next to me. His cock once more massive and as I tried to reach for it to linder his uncomfort he simply pushed his cock into my mouth and fed it to me. Every inch, hard, hot and full of cum for me. He came quickly and I once more passed out.

When I woke up again, I was in my room. Dressed as I had been for work the day before, but with my cunt wet, sore and strangely stretched.

If you enjoyed my story and would love to hear more of my paranormal, demon sex tales (trust me there is much more then this one) call me on my Niteflirt listing and mention that you have read this story. Ask me about some of my other stories, then sit back, grab some lubricaton and get prepared to listen. Make sure you put at least 30 min. worth of time on your account. You don’t want to miss the climax do you?

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I hear this question rather often. Perhaps it is designed to find out if I am a real person, if those photos of mine posted are truly mine or if I am just another Stock Photo. I can guarantee you, that I am the person behind those photos.

You have not earned the leather yet.

My appearance changes with the various wigs and hair styles I wear, with the different names I call myself as I have explained in my last post, but the face, the voice is always the same.

What is more importantly however is that no matter where my residency is, I actually reside in the bowls of your imagination. I get deep into your imagination, take hold of what morsels you devulge to my eager listening ear and then spin it like a fine tapestry into an undeniable reality.

I enjoy spinning paranormal tales, understand that often times the usual, the everyday fantasy becomes stale like day old bread. We have done the same thing so much, so often, constantly that it no longer excites us. What do you think happened to your marriage after all. I am sure you still deep down love your wife, but she just no longer turns you on does she?

For some reason, she has be delegated to the last item on your sexual list. I know how it works, been there and have experienced that myself.

For me, I happen to be in a marriage where my SEXUAL DRIVE and needs are a lot higher and more frequent then those of my husbands, it often gets frustrating. But no, just fucking someone else would not do it for me either. Simply put, I am bored with the everyday. I am bored with the mundane everyday vanilla sex. Suck – fuck – done.

So my fantasy life goes to almost manga style imagery. Demon Sex, Tentical Sex and yes in many of my fantasies I am fully transformed into a both gendered feminine Demon who then can take sexual advantage of unsuspecting victims.

In my fantasy life, I start out having sex with one of the Demon Lords one day and his huge cock (we are talking bigger then a fucking horse here) threatens to tear me apart. What is more sensual however for me is that he is all around me. Touching me constantly, licking every square inch of my luscious chubby body and where he touches, my body instantly feels younger, more beautiful and full of vigor once more. Where everyday living sabs me of life, having sex with this demon it returns it back to me. I eat, drink and enhale his high sexual desire for me.

Then as he cums it isn’t silent, quietly suffering his orgasm as I am so used to. He does’t just lay beneath me waiting for me to get off, or to demand his piece of pie. No he is roaring, he rips at me, he claws my skin, he thrusts into me, he is all over me. He gives twice as good as he gets and I start glowing. Literally glowing with desire, with happiness and I feel transformed. I can’t even stand, get up, move. My legs won’t budge, my body shivers from exhaustion and I can only collapse on top of him.

The most marvelous thing however doesn’t even come to show until I finally drag my used, or shall I say more then well used carcas of my bed to freshen up. As I pass in front of my mirror I see it.

I have become a sex demon myself. My skin glows a golden light sun kissed color almost, my hair seems to shine invitingly. I no longer see the lines of aging in my face, my lips are bruised and lush as those of a young maiden. My body is glorious now. I can see no longer any fault in any part of me. Where I am soft and rounded it now is simply perfect. It is meant to be that way, not something I feel bad about. What changed me is the sexual confidence I have now received. I am PERFECT. A sexual predator now and I will be on the hunt for my “pound of flesh”.

Before I was all about giving, about making sure that my partner always got what he wanted and needed, leaving myself oftentimes out in the cold and sidelines. Not her, not this sexual demon. She is not going to be the second thought but the first.

I smile, I turn around and laugh out loud. I laugh so hard that tears are streaming down my face. I am everything and nothing at all. I am pure sexual energy. I am pure sexual fantasy. I am a sex demon finally awakened.

I cleanse myself and go to my closet. I pick and chose wisely from what I have to offer and realize just how much I had sabotaged myself in the past. Those boring houswifely dresses. Those “good girl” clothe are so boring. I am not a “good girl”, haven’t been in ages. Why pretend? I have been a sex starved woman for months now, and with each rejection felt older, tireder, sorer. I did this to me, nobody else. NO MORE, I the sexual Demon roar and I take those lame clothe and rip them assunder. I rip them apart like I rip my stupid inhibitions apart. I am GLORIOUS and HOT, don’t think so then get the fuck out of my life. WHO NEEDS YOU? I roar at nobody in particular, it is just such a moment for liberation. I have finally tore apart those invisible chains I allowed to have placed around my neck. NO NO NO MORE! I am free to be the sexual Demon I am meant to be.

I take up my long black bitch boots, my stockings, my leather corset. I take up my Domina clothing. It isn’t the best, not nearly good enough for me but it will do for now. I have an image in my mind of what I wish to look like when I am done, I will work on it.

I take the lotion that I love, sweet and alluring and spicy at the same time. It is my personal scent, something that suites me well. I lotion myself down slowly, gently, caressing every inch of my often neglected body. I find the soft spots between my legs. I touch my clit, my pussy lips and play my magic there until I shutter and my cum gushes forth in river like streams. I throw my head back and roar my release. I am ALIVE finally, I scream to noone in particular. Finally I go and get my face put on.

This time I am not about convention, I am about me! My eyes are dark brown, but I can see the hint of red in them already. Smoldering slowly, like the fire inside of me which burns so deeply. I am a BEAST, a DEMON Lover waiting to fill her desires. A SUCCUBUS living and I can’t wait to drain my victim of his reservations and his cum.
My eyes become black rimmed, dangerous, soft and smokey all at ones. Eyelashes seem to grow of their own accord. My hair is short right now, but it lays sleek, sexy and inviting against my head. What a difference I marvel. Soft curves, a soft belly like an olden fertility Goddess when men still priced a real woman who could give such comfort with her body. My breast slightly hanging, nipples big enough to suckle for hours upon. MMMM, I do  love to be suckled on. Not bite all the time, but to suckled. Hear those slurping noises, feel a tongue licking and flicking. MMMMM yes and with that I reach for my nipples and bring them to my mouth. Those delicious Nipples that I can suck myself. NOT SO SMALL OF BREAST EH YOU FOOLS? I laugh out loud and feel once more my juices flowing deep inside. I grab whatever I can find, a bottle and fuck my cunt. 2 times in 15 minutes and oh it feels so damn good. I love this feeling and I enjoy it. As I cum I watch my stream flow forth, my legs spread watching in the mirror. How lovely I think to myself. I do have a lovely lovely cunt. Why would anyone try to reject me? MMMM?

I paint my lips blood red! I advertise my desire with this color. I know how man love the look of blood red lips. I gaze at myself. I am beautiful, I see it now. I haven’t seen it in forever it seems. Thank you my Demon Lover for waking me up to myself. Finally!!!!

I put on my leather, my stockings, my boots and I go hunt. I hunt for cock, for ass, I hunt for mouth and tongue. I hunt for whatever will bring me pleasure today. Today, a new day starts.

I grab my strap on cock, I will use it too. I will treat you like the Bitch, the little piece of ass that you disregard if you don’t watch it. I will treat you, the way I have been treated for so long. It is about me now. Not you anymore, but me and in that process victim, my sweat piece of ass, you will find pleasure as well. You can’t help it, but now you will make certain I get as well.

I see him, my honey, poor darling. He doesn’t know what happened yet. He does not see the transformation the way I see it. He thinks he is dealing with his same old wife, but he isn’t. He is ignoring me again, busy he says. LOL TOO BAD … I grab him. I start tweaking his nipples, scrab my claws along his chest. I bend down. Bite his neck, suckle on him, draw it up the blood. MMMM, he doesn’t want to react. He is angry…how dare I. Can’t I see he is busy? Well, yes I can my love, but I just don’t care. I am here now. I want you now. You will give it to me, NOW.

NO more asking, waiting, begging. Your Cock has only one purpose and that is to fill my cunt, my hungry aching cunt which you have neglected so much as of late. But first, I reach for him and start stroking. I chuckle this is almost like rapping the poor fellow, what a simple act. You can only ignore me so long you know. Fuck your game, fuck your entertainment. It is my turn.

You will be my toy today! I stroke his cock, engorge it slowly, make it drool. Look at me you silly man, look at my body. You will eat me, lick me, worship my cunt for me today. Yes, I will cum today over and over again until I am finally exhausted and you will suckle on my breasts helplessly thrusting your cock against me. I want you helpless, horny all mine, all day today. Until I finally had enough and give you rest. Let you cum, but not before….

I have many plans for you…..Me the new SEX DEMON…

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