Demon finds you at a college bar

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Hey, sorry, I couldn't help but notice. Did you come here alone? You did? Why is that? Oh, friends went to a house party and you weren't feeling it? No, no, I totally get that.

They're crazy sometimes. I'd rather not get lost in a group of total strangers. Although, I guess that's what we're doing right now.

Oh, you don't mind? I'm glad to hear that. What are you drinking there? Yeah? Sounds pretty good.

Me? Oh, I usually go to Rum and Coke when I've had one too many to drink. Hm? Uh, two, three hours? I think.

I guess I haven't really checked the time in a bit, so I don't know to be honest. What about yourself? Same, yeah, that's fair.

Not to be a creep at all, but I think I've seen you around campus a couple times. How long have you been going here? Really? Same, actually.

Yeah, I know, in the final stretch, right? Me? Oh, I'm doing a double major in English and Psychology.

Yeah, it sucks sometimes, but I don't know, I find them both really interesting. What about yourself? Really? No, no, that's fascinating, what made you pick it? Oh, come on, I'm sure it's not as embarrassing as you think.

No, yes, I really want to know! You've gone and got me invested now, come on! Really? A Wiccan, huh? Oh, I know what it is.

I'm not some clueless frat boy when it comes to paganism, mysticism, and such. Actually, you might not, but do you know what this is? Thor's hammer, yeah, I thought you might, or Mjolnir in ancient Norse, but yeah, same thing.

Hmm? Oh, all the time, actually. I even sleep with it on.

I usually forget it's there when I go through airport security. Yeah, pat down the chest every time. It gets annoying.

Well, usually it's a guy that does it, so I'm sure I wouldn't mind that either, although most of the workers tend to be a bit older and not around your age. Oh, right, our age. I'm sure anyone would have a blast patting you down at the airport, though.

Would I? I said anyone, didn't I? Do I not count? Maybe we can do it for each other next time, although I have a feeling that wouldn't fly with the airport staff.

No, that wasn't really an intentional pun, but since you pointed it out, sure. I swear, the music in here is slowly making me deaf. Yeah, it's way too loud.

Hmm? Oh, sure, I wouldn't mind talking outside at all. If the cold doesn't bother you too much, that is.

I think it stopped snowing, but it's still pretty chilly. Oh, I closed out already, but, well, are you going to let me pay for your tab? No, I'm sure it's no problem at all, unless you've been downing drinks left and right.

But you seem pretty sober, so I have a feeling that's not the case. That's what I thought. Then, yes, I wouldn't mind at all.

Oh, fuck. Yeah, it's freezing out here, actually. Hmm? Back to yours? I wouldn't say no.

How far away are you, though? Oh, really? That's not in the same direction as me, actually, so I guess that works even better.

No, I don't mind walking at all, if that's what you prefer. Oh, my majors? Yeah, they're a bit of an interesting pair, aren't they? But to me, at least, they both seem to have a lot to do with the way humans think and interact, and I've always been interested in that stuff.

I mean, the human mind is a really complex thing, and just when you think you understand somebody, they go and do something completely unexpected. What made you become a Wiccan, though? Do I believe in some big man up in the sky dictating what's right and what's wrong? No, not really.

Religion is fascinating, as is the history that goes with it, but a lot of it just isn't for me. So, and don't take this the wrong way at all, but do you believe in, like, casting spells and that kind of stuff? No, no, please, I'm not making fun of you, not at all.

I've always been legitimately intrigued by those ideas, but, I don't know, it's hard to choose what you believe in, I guess. Oh, this is your place. Are you sure you don't mind? I don't bug you too much yet? All right, then I can come in for a bit.

I'm probably done drinking, though, so just water is fine. Yeah, thank you. This is a nice place you have here.

Any roommates? Just yourself? No, I don't blame you.

I have five roommates, and, well, friends are nice and all, but sometimes you really just need your own space. So, I have a confession. I had a feeling you were a Wiccan or a witch, something along those lines, before you told me.

How? Well, this might be oddly specific, but, for example, let's say back in elementary school, when you first found out what a Wiccan was, and spells, and the idea that magic might actually exist outside of stories. It was exciting, right? Why wouldn't it be? So, in your state of excitement, naturally, you just dove headfirst into it, not thinking too much about anything you were doing.

You went online, looked around, and after a while, you found some useful sites. After all the New Age bullshit, like spells for weight loss, or making money, you know, all that crap, you eventually found something like somebody's personal blog, where they really showed their passion. It got you more interested, and you looked deeper.

You found more sites like it, and, I mean, even back then, most knowledge from books that you might not have had access to were all online if you looked hard enough. So, you took your favorites from each source. You know, stuff that you thought was real, and sounded just strange enough that it might actually work.

Strange old symbols from alphabets that nobody really knows anymore. Different shapes that you arranged, and the objects that you put inside of them. The timing, the location.

Being a kid, you had pretty limited resources, but you thought you did pretty well. You even added your own personal touch to it. Didn't you? Didn't you? What am I talking about? You mean you can't relate to that? It wouldn't even spark your memory if I reminded you that the personal touch was your own blood.

Are you alright? You're looking a little shaky. Was it something you drank? Or, was it something I said? What am I even saying? Who would remember that? It was years ago.

You were a kid. Looking back now, it all seems silly. Like you were just messing around.

Now, of course, you take more calculated steps. Less drastic measures. And put some thought into what the consequences might be.

Oh, I know. I know. I should go.

But you invited me. If you didn't want me here, all you had to do was leave me at the door. Aren't you going to be courteous to your guest? After all, you're the reason I'm here in the first place.

When you started this cycle, you were just a kid. What was I going to do? Hell, it was almost insulting back then.

Now though, well, you've grown quite nicely, haven't you? I don't mind being drawn to you anymore. And with the way you were acting earlier tonight, it seems like you don't mind it so much either.

Isn't that right? Oh, you don't have to answer. Not yet, at least.

Maybe I'll squeeze it out of you a little later. But I can see it in your eyes. That mixture of fear and excitement.

The fact that you know exactly what I'm talking about, but the realization that hearing someone else saying it out loud is fucking terrifying. Oh, you'll call the police. Why? What are they going to do? Are you even going to wait and see what I have in mind? You're acting awfully scared for someone who's soaking wet.

What's wrong? Can't make up your mind about what you want? Look at that.

Your phone's out, but you're not using it, are you? That hesitation. You are curious.

Come now. Let the hunter have his prey. Good girl.

I was right. Anyone would have a good time patting you down. Aren't you glad that I get to do more than that, though? What? You don't like me playing with you? Does my finger not hurt? Does my finger not feel good even when I press it against this soft and tender clit? That's what I thought.

You know you shouldn't, but you just can't help it, can you? You've been dying to get fucked like the slut you are. Isn't that right? Oh, don't lie.

I'm no regular, boring college stud waiting to fuck you for five minutes and then move on. I'm a bit more than that. Remember.

I can see right past your futile acts. I know what you want, even without you saying a word. I'll give it to you.

Don't worry. You're getting a little hot in those clothes, aren't you? Here.

Let me help. Stay still. Fuss and struggle too much and you might hurt yourself.

What would I even be here for at that point? There! See? You moved too much, I couldn't get the button, so I had to just tear them away.

Oh, go ahead and cover your tits. I'm more interested in your neck anyways. Not moving around so much now, are we? Here.

Oh dear. Did I draw blood? Well, it isn't very much and you look like you're doing more than fine.

If you're all warmed up, I think it's unfair that you get all the enjoyment. You did invite me here, after all. So, why not show me some hospitality? What do I mean? Well, what I mean is you're going to get on your knees and open your mouth.

Like the good girl you are. Aren't you? That's right.

You may not be a slut, but tonight you are my whore. Now, you were just about to move, weren't you? Good girl.

Oh dear, what's wrong? Worried that it won't fit or maybe you've never done this to a stranger before? Don't worry, I can do most of the work for now.

All you have to do is open your mouth. Good girl. Now, are you going to make me hold your jaw like this the whole time? It makes it a little more difficult for me to move the rest of your head.

Well, I'll do it for a bit if I have to. At least until you finally give in. That's right, slut, I can see that lust burning behind your eyes.

Well, that didn't take long, did it? What happened? Couldn't help yourself? Or maybe you finally got what you wanted.

This doesn't feel like your first time. You like sucking cock, don't you? The way it slides across your tongue and past your lips.

Or maybe it's the reaction you get out of it. You enjoy pleasing others too much, isn't that right? Alright, alright.

If you kept going, I'm worried that the fun might end too soon. And you look like you've been dribbling a little mess on the floor. I can't leave you like this, can I? Don't worry, slut.

I won't. I'll make sure that when I'm done with you, all you can do is lie and quiver on the bed. Your legs trembling, your mind going blank from how hard I'm going to fuck you.

Yes, no condom, what's wrong with that? You don't want to get impregnated by the demon you summoned? Don't worry, I'll make sure that doesn't happen.

Yet, at least, I plan to make this a recurring situation and it just wouldn't be as fun if you had a kid to worry about. Am I sure about this? How could I not be? How could you not be either if that's what's going on? Do you know why? Do you know why? Do you remember? Why I am so very sure? It's because your body belongs to me.

You made that choice for yourself a long time ago. You should have known that. So now, my personal wet fuck toy, you'll do as I say, understand? Good girl.

Then, get on the bed and spread your legs so that I have room to do what I want. For as long as you waited, your cunt seems to be dying with anticipation. Look at how much it's leaking.

It tastes so sweet too. I could stay down here for a while.