FAZER LOGINNyla’s POVHe's standing at his full height, all eight feet of him, and I'm dangling in the air with one of his massive hands wrapped around my waist like I weigh nothing. My feet don't touch the ground. My hands don't reach anything.I'm held in the grip of a demon with my back to his chest and his cock pressing against my pussy from behind, and I am completely, entirely at his mercy.He pushes inside me and the scream that tears from my throat fills every room of my apartment. My walls stretch around him, and the magic hums warm through my body. I feel him sinking deeper than any position tonight because gravity is pulling me down onto his cock while his hand holds me steady."There it is," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my spine. "That sound. Every human woman makes it different and yours is my favorite thing I've heard in four hundred years."He starts fucking me, and there is nothing gentle about it. His hips drive upward, slamming into me, and his hand aro
Nyla’s POVThe shadow restraints release me, and I drop onto the carpet on shaking legs and nearly collapse.He doesn't catch me. He stands at his full height, amber eyes burning, and watches me stumble against the edge of the circle. The door is ten feet away. My keys are on the counter.I don't move toward the door.I look at him and stare. Eight feet of obsidian skin and burning eyes and a cock glistening with my arousal and I walk back toward the circle because something in my body has decided that whatever he does to me next is worth more than whatever's on the other side of that door.Something shifts in his expression. The arrogance thins into something possessive and raw."Brave girl," he says, and his voice hums through the floorboards. "Or foolish. I haven't decided which.""I summoned you, so I have to survive this," I say, my voice is wrecked.His mouth curves. Too many teeth. "You won't die, Nyla. You'll end up begging for this demon cock before the circle goes dark." He
Nyla’s POVHe wraps one massive hand around his cock and strokes it once, and I watch it swell harder in his grip. It’s way past 12 inches and its girth is wider than my arm.The reality of what's about to happen hits me so hard my breath stops."That won't fit inside me," I say, and my voice comes out small and shaking. "Azazel, look at me. Look at how small I am compared to you. That's physically impossible.""Nothing is impossible inside the circle." He steps between my spread legs, and the heat of his cock radiates against my inner thigh before he's even touching me. "Your body will open for me because the magic demands it. You'll feel every inch, every ridge. But you won't tear. You won't break."He lines the head against my entrance and the width of it pressing against my pussy makes me whimper. "You'll just feel full in a way no human man could ever make you feel.""I'm scared," I whisper, tears already building because the head alone is wider than three fingers, and my body is
Nyla’s POVI'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to.There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear.It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy. The first time I saw it, I shut it so fast. But then I opened it and stared for a full minute until my thighs pressed together.The texts in the book aren’t written in English. I translated the text through three different apps, then realized it was a summoning ritual for a demon of lust.It requires spoken words, a willing participant, and one drop of blood on the page.
Violet’s POVHe hits record and the red dot glows on his phone and a switch flips inside me that months of streaming never found.Performing for a camera is my job. Performing for a camera held by a man whose cum is leaking from my pussy is something else entirely. My skin prickles under the lens and my nipples harden and my clit pulses.My body is responding to being filmed the way it responds to being touched, like every nerve ending knows it's being watched and wants to put on the show of its life.I reach between my legs and drag two fingers through the cum dripping from me. His cum. It’s warm against my fingertips. I scoop it with my fingers, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean while staring into the lens.The taste of him and me mixed together coats my tongue and the moan I make around my own fingers is real."Shit," he breathes behind the phone. "Eating my cum off your fingers for the camera. Filthy whore."I scoop more from between my thighs and push my fingers into my
Violet’s POVThe stretch of him filling me makes my mouth fall open because he's thicker than anything I've used on camera. The head of his cock drags against my front wall and my pussy grips him so tight we both groan at the same time."Fuck! You’re even tighter than I imagined," he breathes, gripping my hips as I start rolling. "Every stream I watched you ride your toy, I pictured my cock instead."I ride him with my hands on his chest, controlling the pace, grinding my clit against his body on every downstroke. The wet sound of my pussy on his cock fills the room. On camera I filter these sounds. Here they pour out raw and I let them because I want him to hear what his cock does to me."You know the Wednesday stream?" I gasp, bouncing on him, tits swaying in his face. "The glass toy?""Yeah, baby. I watched it twice," he says, eyes tracking my tits, while his thumbs roll my nipples."Your cock is so much better than that toy." I slam down and the impact jolts through both of us. "I







