Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2021 09:13:02 +0200 From: roby bobby Subject: the-devil-lives-in-paris/the-devil-lives-in-paris-6 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the state may have forbidden you from reading this story by law. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's fiction, folks, and remember that, please. While most of the locations are real places in the real world, all the characters are absolutely fictional and any reference or resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental or just functional to the plot. Feedbacks welcome at gbj808@tutanota.com. I'm not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! *** The Devil Lives in Paris *** – Part 6 Nowhere... really! – 24 October 2020 I open my eyes slowly... very slowly... a stabbing pain burns deep in my chest, it's like someone is squeezing my heart like a juicy lemon. It is dark and cold around me. I tentatively touch myself... I myself am cold as a corpse... or maybe I am a corpse... or I will soon be... I don't know shit: I don't know where I am and I don't remember anything, except Vlad's pudgy body standing naked in front of me, his green eyes staring at me halfway between indifference and amusement. Did I mention it's cold? Yes? Well, it's FUCKING COLD... A light appears in front of me and attracts my attention: I look and a great dark cloud, like a hurricane, advances in my direction in a swirl of fire, shining all around, and in the middle I see like a flash of light. The figure of four winged beings appears in the centre, all four have the same appearance and their own wings, and these wings are joined to each other. I think I'm nut, maybe last night I overdid it with pastis... I do not remember a fuck... I look at the winged beings as they advance, they do not turn back, but each goes straight ahead. I hear a noise above the firmament over my head. Above the firmament appears a sapphire stone in the form of a throne, and on this kind of throne, at the top, a human-like figure. From what appeared to be from the hips up, it appears to me as splendid as an electro-incandescence and from what it appears to be from the hips down, it appears to me as of fire. It is surrounded by a splendour similar to that of the rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day. This is the aspect of the Lord of the Underworld as he appears before me: when I see Him, I cover my face with my hands. I know where I am now, every memory comes back to my mind in a flash, the pain in my chest becomes unbearable... Then, I hear His voice speaking to me, booming directly into my head, into the cold folds of my dead brain. And all my pains stop. "Drago... Oh Drago, my dumb friend... what have you done... what a mess have you gotten into..." "De Vil... you fucking child rapist... where am I, what have you done to me and my son?" De Vil laughs heartily, looks at me with his eyes blazing like burning coal and laughs. The.Fucking.Bastard. "Fucking child rapist, me? It was your 8-incher planted in your 9-year-old son's ass down to the balls, if I'm not mistaken, isn't it Drago? By fucking him and breeding his ass with my modest cock I saved him, you ungrateful fucker... you just have to thank me if he's alive and well today... unlike you, poor bastard..." "What... what do you mean unlike me... where am I, De Vil, WHERE.THE.FUCK am I? How'd have you saved my son by wrecking his ass with your `modest' 12-inches of black cock? HOW.THE.FUCK?" "Watch your mouth, young man... Soooo... well... technically you are at 2, Voie Mazas, at L'Institut Médico-Légal of Paris... the morgue, Drago, if we want to be accurate... in fact you are... mhhh, no sweet way to say it... you are dead, Drago. Your corpse is in the refrigerator, just waiting for the autopsy..." As in a dream, the image of my body or, better still, of my corpse appears in front of me. Closed inside a black body-bag and wrapped in a greenish sheet, with a dog-tag attached to the big toe of my naked right foot. Very dead, if you ask me... I feel shivers running down my spine. "Shocking, isn't it? But don't worry, Drago. As long as they don't cut you open for the postmortem, we can still... fix things. It's only your material body there, your dead flesh and your bones. Not much, honestly... apart from a nice dick, you weren't much of anything else... but here and now, with me, it is the best part of you: your eternally damned soul, Drago. That soul that has now become mine... at the precise moment you fucked and bred your son, your soul has changed ownership, so to speak... " "So, you... you are... the Devil?" "I'm surprised it took so long for you to understand, mon ami. Or maybe not, considering how dense you are... ops! were, sorry. Ferluçi De Vil... Lucifer Devil, yes Drago, it's me. And you and your son Vlad belong to me, now!" "What... what happened? What happened to us, to Vlad, where is him now?" In front of me now another image appears. It's like I'm a bird in flight... below me I see my son Vlad, covered with an oversized green and orange "bomber" jacket and sitting on someone's grave in a cemetery, maybe Pere Lachaise, I'm not sure. Oh yes, it is, I recognize Oscar Wilde's monument... Next to my son there is a middle aged man, in a trench coat, intent on cleaning the tomb stone of dead flowers and dry leaves. The two talk, it seems to me that Vlad is fine... good, at least he is alive, unlike me... fuck! "Well, Drago. I think it's time to give you some explanation... See, I'm a... being... a being very, very busy, all year round, no holidays, no X-mas or Easter. I have to manage Hell and all the devils and lost souls that inhabit it, and there are a lot, you know... fight the Good in every corner of the world and beyond, and it's not easy, old mate God and his two henchmen are very effective, you know... All that nonsense about heaven and eternal happiness, repentance, forgiveness and various bullshit has a lot of hold on you humans, what ever name you give to your God. Thanks also to the priests who, and keep it between us mon ami, are my best allies in molesting children." He laughs... loudly... amused by his own lame jokes. I look at De Vil... or should I say the Devil... as he stops talking to light a thick cigar. He has resumed his human form, more familiar to me. His naked, impressive black body is in full display in front of me, his massive, yet soft cock dangling between his muscular legs. I check to see if he has hooves or feet... plain feet, big as fuck, but just feet. He puffs a few time on the cigar and then resumes his speech. "If that were not enough to keep a poor devil busy, I also have to dedicate myself to people like you, Drago. Apparently normal people but who harbour unspeakable desires deep inside them. Souls already lost by my friends up in Heaven, but that won't be mine unless their most intimate, most hidden and perverse desires come true. Do you remember what your last burning desire was, mon ami? What did you want with all of yourself, you damned soul? Say it out loud; this is not the place and time to be ashamed, Drago. We both know it and I can only agree about it all... since I buggered your handsome, pudgy son right after you." I don't want to talk to the Devil, much less about my perverse hidden desires. But my mouth opens before my brain stops it, as it always does, throwing me in deep shit all the times. "I... Since Vlad was born, I have felt a desire, first weak and easy to control, then gradually stronger and more difficult to tame, to keep hidden from my wife, my friends, the whole world... " "What desire, Drago? Say it out loud, so loud that all of Hell can hear it, because Heaven doesn't give a shit about you any more." "Nice to know... next time the fuck that I go to church, I'd rather become a priest and fuck the altar boys... anyway, I disgress... I wanted to fuck my son, Vlad... to open his little, meaty, soft pale ass with my hard cock, to hear him beg for mercy as his ass ring stretches around my 8-inch cock... to hear him throw up as I fuck his throat, deep and deeper, hard and harder... and fill his stomach and ass with the same sperm that created the little slut... and all this only after he asked me... I didn't want to rape him, he had to want it, he had to crave my cock inside him, he had to be hungry for my cum... that's why I waited... I had to wait for the right moment... nine years I waited, and today.... was it today?... today I made him mine.... apparently for the first and last time... " "Well, in a way, yes, it has happened today in the sense of October 24... but 60 years ago..." "WHAT? What the fuck are you saying? 60 years ago? It's not possible, not even for the Devil! Fucking bullshit! I'm not such a piece of idiot..." "First of all a little more respect, you piece of idiot... I can do this and much more if I have the fuck of a desire to do it, do you understand, asshole?" He angrily puffs onhis cigar, thick smoke now surrounding us. "I'll explain later the hows, but first you have to finish telling your hidden desire, Drago. I know it didn't stop with you fucking him" For a moment I have forgotten who I am in front of, I guess... a mistake, Drago, a serious mistake. Focus, Drago, focus! "In fact, I... I wanted to see my son... fucked... fucked hard by other men, men with big cocks... no, HUGE cocks... able to stretch his ass open and wide, and fill it with hard meat like it had never before... and even two at a time, double fucking his little hole, stretching his ass hole to the max and beyond, to the point of ripping it apart... while another man was pushing his big cock down his throat.... and then see him covered in cum, his soft, hairless skin covered in warm and sticky cum.... that's why when I saw your foot long dick, big and thick and black, and two big balls full of cum I couldn't resist and... and after I deflowered him, I offered him to you... to fuck him, long and hard. Pushing him down on your huge ebony cock to impale him, while I was throat-fucking him has been the hottest thing in my life... oh shit, I think even my dead body is about to have a hard-on soon... " "Now, there we are! You have finally confessed your most perverse and hidden desires, Drago. By the powers I hold as Lord of the Underworld, I declare that, from now on, you become one of my sons. You will be known as The Seeder, a new man whose purpose in his immortal life will be to pervert men through the power of the written word! Finally, you will become a writer! But of books and novels for perverted adults, like you. There are other artists who tempt humans with visual artwork, such as drawings, paintings or photos. Others who are dedicated to depicting sex in movies, actors, actresses, kidnapped people or other poor human beings submitting to the power of the Devil. You all will lure men into perversion planting the seed of evil into their hearts, and make their souls become mine!" "But... but how is this going to happen? How will I be back on Earth, alive again... what about my son Vlad?" "Leave it to me, Drago! I'm the Devil, after all!" His roaring laugh booms in my head. It seems he is genuinely amused by the whole fucking thing... "And it is OUR son Vlad... after I bred him, he become my son as well. And my cum filling his ass is what saved him from your foolish escape... But no more talking now... my precious Vlad and my other lost son Raoul are rushing back to the Galérie... and there we will be, Drago, waiting for them!" He flashes me a huge smile, snaps his fingers and back to a cold darkness I go. A fucking cold darkness, if you ask me... ********* Now that I'm a "junior" author I understand how important it is for a writer to receive your feedbacks, kind reader. So, everytime I read something on Nifty that I like, now I take my time to reach out for a "thank you" to the author: please do the same, emails are for free and we live (almost) for your appreciation. Thank you to all of you that have provided a feedback! Please keep Nifty alive, donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ... Seriously, do it. 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