Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:38:41 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Demon Dad (Part 4)

Due to the overwhelming mail I got in reference to "Demon Dad", here is the
second part. Thanks for the support, you guys! Feedback is encouraged!

My father had suggested that we "check out the lake".  He'd suggested this
while chewing, his mustached framing his perfect mouth and the small
soul-patch bobbing up and down with the action.  I had agreed with a hearty
"hell yeah" and he'd smiled and I guess it was because I sounded so
excited.  The last trip to the lake for us had resulted in some pretty hot
stuff, literally.
            To give you the long and short of it, my dad...well, you'll see
about my dad -- but I'm just like him.  I mean, I will be in time.  I'm
not as tall as he is, I don't have some of his gifts and I can't command
some of the things he can but I will soon...in time.  My dad is like the
boss to the boss.  He's not "The" big guy but he's right under him.  I'm
like some kind of prince and not like the William or Harry variety but more
like a military prince or high-ranking general in an army of generals.  It
may sound complicated but you'll see what I mean.
            After breakfast, my dad dressed in a pair of shorts and a pair
of sandals.  His barrel-chest was hairy and the hair on his head fell along
his shoulders like a curtain that waved with the motion of his body when he
walked. This was customary for him; he liked being unencumbered, as he put
it. I didn't mind -- it was a great visual for me.  "So, what's waiting
for us?" I asked casually as we sat in the living room.
            "Not us, my son, but you."
            "Me?" I asked incredulous.  "Just for me?"
            "Just...for you." Dad said with deep amusement and simultaneous
seriousness. He would tell me no more and I knew there was no reason to
badger him about it. The next few hours were spent in small talk and I
finally went to my room to shower and change into my own pair of shorts and
sandals. I knew I wouldn't need a shirt. A few minutes after twelve, my
father came to the door of my room and stood, facing me.  I got up from my
bed and faced him. Was he going to say anything, I thought.  For the
longest of moments, we stood looking at one another in silence.  Our eyes
seemed to be locked together, green on green and a charge of something was
in the air. Finally, he spoke and I was startled a bit.
            "Son?"
            I realized with slow dawning -- his lips hadn't moved. I had
distinctly heard him but he hadn't said anything with his mouth. I couldn't
look away from him.
            He took a step inside and I wanted to take a step back.  I know
after what had happened last night at the lake that sounded stupid and
childish but something in his stance and carriage was...frightening.  The
sound of his voice was in my head again.  His perfectly formed mouth wasn't
moving, wasn't even opening, and he was telling me not to be afraid of him
and not to back away.
            That last part, I couldn't do.  I wasn't really afraid of him
but something about him was intimidating in a way I'd never experienced
before and I took one step back for every two that brought him closer to
me. It was like I couldn't control my own feet as I did this because this
guy was my father. There was nothing to fear from him...was there?
            "Don't be afraid.  I'm still your father."  He said to me, his
hand grazing my cheek when he finally stood inches from me.
            "And I am still your son." I responded, just as he'd wanted me
to.
            And I hadn't moved my lips.  This last exchange had occurred
without either of us moving our lips and honestly, it was the freakiest
thing I'd seen since sometime last night when my coach and others had been
demons in the dream I'd had...only it hadn't been a dream.  As much as I'd
like to have thought so, it hadn't been a dream.  The bloodletting, the
whipping, the storm and my father's demonic transformation had all been
real and now, my father stood in front of me, projecting words directly
into my head and I had answered back in the same way.
            "You are beautiful, my son." My father said to me in his
audible voice, a melody of honey, chimes and crashing thunder.  I glimpsed
the same pointed teeth as his lips parted in real speech and instead of
fear, I felt my body surge.  "Kiss me."
            The command was simple and I fastened my lips to his before he
could change his mind.  My face fell forward quickly, locking us together.
My hands moved to his strong biceps and I wanted to hold onto him forever.
His mouth on mine was flame and arctic chill at the same time.  His tongue
slipped between my lips and I shoved at it with my own, wanting to entangle
him.  I couldn't stop the moan that poured out of me.
            "Beautiful." He said mentally, the word echoing through my head
like the toll of a bell.  "My beautiful boy." He added his hand still on my
cheek but sliding along my neck and shoulder, down my arm to my wrist,
where it closed. He brought my wrist up and around the back of my head and
held it there, breaking the kiss and speaking audibly. "Today will be a
transition for you. I want you to be ready."  "I will be, Father." I
returned without straining against him or resistance of any kind. "Whatever
it is you require, I'll be ready to provide it."  He smiled and kissed me
again, holding my wrist. His grip tightened and I felt him press his body
against mine. It was as if we were standing in a circle of flame, this
contact between us. When his tongue slid gently around my own, I realized
it was much longer than any human tongue and as I opened my eyes, I saw the
darker skin, the thicker facial hair and a thrill went through me. His
other hand caught my waist and the heat around us intensified. We would
burn in passion like this, I knew, every time we touched. Something
happened last night that bound us in this way.
            "You are wise beyond your years, my son." My father said
mentally. "You know about our bond before it was completely explained to
you...you make me proud."
            The kiss ended abruptly and my father released my wrist. As it
dropped, I felt the chill of the seventy-five degree room acutely. Father
stepped back from me and out into the hallway. Turning, he indicated I was
to follow him and together, we left the house and headed down the familiar
trail to the lake. As we neared it, the winds picked up as they had before
and with each step, the skies began to darken by degrees so that by the
time we stood at the water's edge, it was as if we were standing in the
blackest of night.  Unlike the last time, we didn't stop at the water's
edge. My father took another step and to my surprise, he didn't sink. When
I didn't follow, he turned to me and his lips curled into a smile.
            "You didn't think that `He' was the only one that could do
this, did you?"
            I knew who "He" was. We didn't speak His name but I knew who He
was. With full faith in my father, I took another step and miraculously, I
didn't sink, either. Following, I saw that we were coming to a large patch
of land in the lake's center, surrounded by a wreath of dancing flame that
we passed through to stand on the dark earth. It was scorched in many
places and the scorch marks looked as if they'd been polished. Lightning
did this to patches on the beach. I wondered if this was what had caused
these patches.
            "Yes," My father answered my silent question. "Lightning did,
indeed, fuse the ground into the hard substance you see."
            Father raised his right hand and the ground began to rumble. It
didn't move where we were but from the center of this small island, a
rectangular slab of the same fused earth rose up, supported by a filigree
of what looked to be thorned strands of thick vine. The thing rose roughly
four feet and when it had stopped moving, a small groove appeared on its
surface, at least an inch and a half deep and wove itself into an ornate
pattern much like the one on the bottom of our pool. At the head and foot,
a total of four claws extended and formed and I marveled at how detailed
they were. They were scaled, with each scale polished an each claw tipped
with four long talons, opened and waiting to grip whatever was put in their
palm.
            "Come." My father said softly. He wasn't talking to me.
            A familiar, six foot figure materialized on the other side of
the earthly slab. He smiled at me, his tongue sliding from perfect lips to
lap at the air. His earthly guise as my coach from school was long gone and
his true form was revealed as his body solidified from what had appeared to
be dark vapor. Abaddon's wild burgundy hair hung along his shoulders in
waves, his sideburns laying along his jaw and framing a salacious
smile. His amber eyes bored into me and I knew he was thinking of the night
before this one. I was filled from collarbone to toe with lustful desire
and I wanted him inside me.
            "Perhaps later," Abaddon said to me in a curt bow, maintaining
his position but fingering his left nipple and I was reminded of the maple
and bitter cinnamon taste of his body. "You are looking delightfully
desirable, young Princeling." The Destroyer said to me, his broad, smooth
chest rising as he spoke. His dark markings undulated in the soft flame
light. My eyes cruised over his naked torso to the meaty piece of cock that
hung tantalizingly from between his thick legs. "Later, Princeling, later."
He whispered to me, his body moving slightly to accentuate his
cock. "Business first, dark pleasure later."
            My father's chief demon licked his lips, the tip of his tongue
curling along his upper lip and desire raged in me again. He regarded my
father with the same lustful stare and something slipped between the two
men quietly but powerfully, almost with the same might as the table had
used when it forced itself from the ground.
            The space beside Abaddon seemed to split itself and a figure
emerged from it. This figure was one I did not recognize. He had not been
present last night. He was wide of frame with skin like burned gold,
glistening with perspiration and adorned with bands of gold around his
neck, upper arms and wrists. He was naked and looked as if he were mated
with a bull below the waist. Gold bands snaked around the base of his
massive cock and even wound themselves down the shaft and under the head of
the organ. When I pulled my eyes back to his face, he smiled at me.
            "I am Moloch." He announced his voice warm and hungry.
            Demon of unwilling sacrifice, I recalled. His victims were laid
on a brass statue that consumed them before they were cast into
fire. Ingenious. His face was handsome and clean-shaven, as was his
head. He wore a total of twelve gold rings in his ears and one in his
nose. Three lined his arched eyebrow on the left side of his face and one
curved beautifully over his bottom lip. I returned his smile as he took his
place near Abaddon. I knew he wasn't immune to the demons lust as his cock
jumped a bit in its nest of dark curls. Inwardly, I smiled at this show of
animalistic desire. I wondered if I were told to devour his dick, how much
I could stuff down my willing throat.
            At the table's head, a cloud of cerulean blue appeared and from
the depths of it stepped yet another demon I'd not seen at last night's
festivities. My father regarded him as he took his place at the head of the
slab, placing delicate fingers on the thing. Tall, lithe and muscular, he
wore only the sheerest of fabric over his body but it was merely for
decoration, as every line of his perfect body could be seen beneath
it. Dark hair crowned his head and fell over his ears and neck to barely
graze his shoulders.
            "You are without your usual fanfare." My father said.
            "Labal and Abalim are otherwise occupied, lord." This new
arrival said with a smile and a nod. "Should you require then, however, I
can call them."
            "No, Paimon," Father responded. "You are quite sufficient."
            He was the master of infernal ceremonies, much like the one we
were undoubtedly going to perform here and now. As I watched this newcomer,
I saw his covering begin to writhe and sparkle with runes and symbols and I
realized that he was the conduit of what was about to happen here. To my
right, at the foot of the table, a curl of grayish smoke heralded Paimon's
counterpart.
            From the smoke stepped a figure I knew from sight. He had the
muscular, nude body of a man but was covered in leopard spots that seemed
to possess constant motion, never in the same formation for long. Silver
rings adorned his perfectly rounded nipples and each caught the dim light
of the surrounding fire. Wings of purest ebony sprouted from his wide back
and rustled as he stepped to the foot of the slab. Eyes of uncut sapphire
caught mine as he placed his strong hands on the foot of the slab. I hadn't
caught a glimpse of his cock but could see the curve of a perfect ass as he
stood silent, regarding my father.
            "It is good to see you again." Father said and he nodded. "No
ritual of this sort would be complete without you Sytri."
            I smiled at this. He was a prince in his own right and presided
over events that encouraged lust -- much like Abaddon. This would
certainly prove to be one of the more interesting ceremonies with this
newly assembled group. I thought that our little group was whole until yet
another swirl of grayish-black smoke appeared beside Moloch. As he
materialized, I saw that he seemed to be sired of the same bull as
Moloch. A great club of flesh swung between his legs and he hefted this
thing toward me. The inside of my mouth watered. I was mesmerized by the
dark burgundy of its flesh, the thick net of veins that crisscrossed its
shaft, the head that seemed like polished ruby and the long silvery strand
that swayed from its mouth held endless fascination for me. What a shame it
would be if it fell to the ground, wasted on the dirt.
            This new cock was being offered to me and I wanted it. Moving
with purpose, I made my way around the leopard demon at the foot of the
slab, vexed that my view of this magnificent meat was obscured for even
that slight few seconds. When it came into view again, I was salivating for
its silvery offering -- the one it kept oozing from its slit. Dropping to
my knees, I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. The thing came toward
me and the glistening head was laid against my bottom lip. A hint of the
silver offering touched my flesh and I was ravenous for more.
            "Vereno."
            Distantly, the word registered to me as my father's voice. It
was the name of our newest arrival, the bearer of this magnum-sized ruby
scepter. I closed my mouth over the head and sucked heartily. I was
rewarded by a rush of creamy liquid that tasted like the best drink I'd
ever had multiplied by a thousand. Depravity took over and I sucked down
three inches of the thing, my tongue bathing the underside as I descended
on it. Another two inches and I had the majority of it within my
throat. This was the Persian demon of lust and as I buried my face into the
thick spikes of his pubic region, I felt pendulous balls scrape my chin. On
his flesh were small dots that together, formed swirling patterns along his
torso. I saw them continue up his rounded stomach to his muscular pectoral
muscles to expand there, circling his nipples. I took in another two inches
and a deeper breath as I forced myself to meet his gaze. He was more than
beautiful to me. He was indeed...perfection.
            He smiled at me, perfectly polished teeth glistening. As I
sucked on his massive member, I watched his eyes close a bit and his
nostrils flare. His smile waned as I shoved him deeper into my throat and
tugged at his balls. I felt the weight of his hand on my head and I
continued to suck, slathering my tongue along his shaft as I allowed him to
move my head back and forth in the rhythm that suited him best.
            "Easily, Vereno," My father called. "The young prince is not
accustomed to your seed. Feed him gently."
            The demon jerked forward again and I felt his hand pull at my
head. NO! I didn't want to be separated from his cock! As the thing slid
from my mouth, I gently held onto the head with my teeth, not hurting him
but providing no escape for the crown of his meat. I would have what I'd
worked for! Opening my eyes, I saw his other hand close around his shaft
and work along the thing as if he were milking it. Startled, I felt the
first wad of his cum almost fill my mouth completely! It tasted like thick
cream tinged with warm brandy! I savored this first offering for a moment
before swallowing. The next volley was delivered almost immediately and the
taste of brandy was slightly stronger. The third filled my mouth before I
could swallow the second and I let my bottom lip drop a bit, allowing some
of it to roll over it and down my chest.
            "You see?" My father's voice sounded closer.
            Watching Vereno's hand work his shaft, I saw another hand enter
my field of vision. It was my father's. I knew his touch as he ran a finger
along my lips. I knew he would taste this nectar for himself as I let more
spill from my mouth. I swallowed just in time to take the fourth and fifth
fountain of his seed.
            I felt strong hands lift me and turn me into the warm embrace
of my father, who kissed me, his tongue seeking the taste of the demon seed
I'd just taken. I obliged him, feeding him what I'd newly acquired,
thrilling to the stiffening of his body and the warm moan that filled
me. Even in this small gesture, my father brought immense pleasure to me
and my young body. Grasping at his arms, I steadied myself against him and
his oral exploration of me.
            "Was it pleasing for you?" He asked when he ended the kiss.
            "Always." I answered, licking my lips.
            "We await our final guest." Father said, ushering me back to
the other side of the slab. "One without which, this ceremony could not
take place." He continued, laying a hand on my shoulder.
            The sky darkened again and a silver-blue lightning bolt spread
across the sky in blazing tendrils of light. Thunder boomed and the demons
all looked skyward. I noticed that Moloch shifted his weight as he watched,
as if he were awaiting something wonderful and couldn't quite wait for it
with the patience required. His handsome face contorted in an anxious mask,
the twelve rings in his ears jingled as his head shifted, as well. Abaddon
was the picture of constraint and composure beside the bull-dicked
demon. Moloch's cock thickened a bit in its nest of dark curls the head
lifting dreamily and oozing a bit. Again, I wondered how much of him I
could stuff down my willing throat and wondered if I might get the chance.
            Again, thunder crashed in the skies overhead and again,
lightning tore through the inky clouds. This time, however, something was
different. There seemed to be something happening in the sky, something
that might be the beginning of a tornado. The clouds were beginning to
swirl a bit, parting and coming together as if they were breathing. From
the center of this activity, something...tore. From the tear, a great clash
of sound and light bathed us all and from that, two figures appeared. One
was dark and muscular, having huge proportions and dark features. In his
massive hands, he held the pink flesh of another, rather muscular
figure...with wings. This second figure was struggling, his massive wings
fluttering, attempting to gain altitude and, no doubt, distance from his
captor. The two figures were descending to the slab that we all encircled.
            "Is that..." I began to my father.
            "One of the Archangels, yes." Father nodded.
            I didn't know what to say. I watched in stupid silence as the
thing was brought to the slab, his muscular body struggling against the
dark figure that held him. His wings were causing large gusts of air,
blowing up dust and grit from the ground beneath us. The two figures stood
finally on the slab and Father took a step forward. The wings slowed but
continued to flutter. The look of defiance on the creature's face was a
force all unto itself but my Father was undaunted.
            "You know why you are here?" Father asked.
            "You attempt to use me for your dark amusement, creature!"
            "I do not attempt anything." Father returned and I watched his
human form slide into that of his demonic self. "You WILL be used for my
amusement, Archangel."
            The figure holding him dissipated like so much smoke and as the
divine form stood alone, I looked him over from head to foot. His hair was
almost silver and very fine. It seemed to almost float around his head in
long, curling strands. His chest and torso were bare and covered in fine
hair the same as his head. Around his waist, he wore a belt of bright gold
and a shift of mint green. On his feet and arms were gold cords that were
laced intricately in a pattern I did not recognize. Aside from his wings,
he wore nothing more. Facing my father, I did admire the fierce look of
defiance on his handsome face but thought it was useless bravado on his
part.
            "Secure him." Father said and the other set on the archangel.
            The long and slender tail my father had grown whipped around
his lower thigh as he stepped back to let the others get to the archangel.
It moved as if it were alive, swaying back and forth, the tip of it
slightly triangular. I noticed the small nubs of deep brown on my father's
forehead had grown slightly longer since the last time I'd seen them, or
maybe I just thought they had. Father's dark, hairy body was nude, his
impressive trunk of a cock rising in what was undoubtedly, lust. My own was
throbbing against my clothes and it was then I wondered how my father had
discarded his clothes.
            Vereno took hold of his right leg, Moloch took hold of his left
and they yanked hard, bringing the angel's body crashing to the slab where
Sytri and Abaddon took hold of his arms. Raising his hands, my father
looked down to where the heavenly figure was being held by the others and
the angel's wrists and ankles were placed in the claws at the corners. My
Father closed his hand and the claws closed of their own accord, securing
the angel to the slab.
            "You may enjoy this, if you let yourself." Father smiled, his
hand tracing the angel's bare chest. "There is much enjoyment to be had if
you just turn yourself over to it. Let yourself indulge in the richness we
offer you."
            "NEVER!"  The Archangel spat.
            "I'm sure you, above most, realize how long `never' can truly
be." Father smiled wider, withdrawing his hand and stepping away. "Perhaps
as this evening progresses, you will change your mind."
            Taking me by the shoulder, Father turned me again to face
him. His other hand slid down my body and I felt my clothing dissolve into
nothing. I was nude, hard and being pressed against his formidable
body. His eyes bored into me and I had the thought of our short encounter
back home and wished that it was his hard cock that bored into me. How I
wanted him at this moment with the captured archangel behind us, the circle
of demonic onlookers, I wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by my father
in the same manner as I had been the night before.
            "Perhaps in time, you'll get your wish." Father told me, his
voice in my mind. "But we must first tend to this matter first."
            Bending, Father's mouth caught mine and his tongue forced its
way between my lips, mingling with my own. His hands caught me up and
pressed me against his hairy body, his cock thrusting between my legs to
rub my shaft, my balls and dip into the hairy cleft of my ass. Was he
deliberately torturing me with his body? Was he making me want him by this
action for some other reason than to make me lustfully crazy? I clutched at
him, sucking his tongue, clenching my legs together to hold his meat
against me. The kiss deepened and he moved his hips slightly, drawing his
manhood along mine. I moaned long and deep against him, begging him for
more.
            "First." He said, ending the kiss and pulling himself from
between my legs. "We tend to your duties, and then I will tend to you."
Father said firmly, pushing my body from his and turning me to face the
slab.
            "Princely meat, so sweet to eat." I heard in my ear and felt
the soft fingers of someone slip over my cock and balls. "So sublime in
another time, silver liquid treat."
            "Leave the boy," Father called and the hands dropped away from
me. "He has pressing matters before him that surpass satisfying your
desires, at the moment."
            I wondered who had been touching me. I saw no one but the
sensation of touch and the voice had been real. Father's acknowledgment was
just another form of proof of this, wasn't it? I was sure I'd find out soon
enough.
            Paimon stood at the slab's head, his arms
outstretched. Lightning forked the skies overhead, piercing the
ever-growing darkness. The demon began chanting, his voice low and even,
melodic and hypnotizing. On the slab, the archangel broke into a sweat. His
wings beat softly for a moment and relaxed, falling as if broken. The
chants were continuous, the lightning punctuating key words with its
brilliance. As Paimon chanted, the archangel writhed in something not
unlike pain but without the screaming associated with it. His torso bucked,
his chest expanded with deep breaths and his arms corded with muscle as he
strained against his clawed bonds.  "Agares!" Father shouted, raising his
hands where he stood. "By the Order of Vertues, I summon you, demon of
courage and First Duke of Hell! Come bear witness to this act, bring your
power of the East!"
            The ground shook around us, the lake throwing its water against
the small shore of the island we stood on. Paimon's chants did not cease,
the lightning did not stop and the thunder increased in its sound. Moloch
shifted on his feet again and moved in closer to the writhing figure on the
slab. From the look on his face, he was anxious to sample the tasty fare
but dared not unless Father had given him permission. I was equally anxious
to sample Moloch's club-cock and taste its liquid fruit.
            From the water, several feet from us, a figure rose up and
began walking toward us. From the shore of the lake, the bottom of the lake
and almost from all around us, the ground began to shake in time with the
thunder above us. The sounds came from all around as the new arrival walked
toward us. He wore a long cloak of dark blue. It was open on the sides to
allow his muscular arms to come through and I noticed a dark figure of a
bird on his right fist. He also sported a long white beard that curled at
his waist. Eyes of carved jade surveyed us all but settled on my Father.
            "Lord, it is good to see you again! I appear in your
service. What do you require of me?"
            "Instill in these present that which you possess in
abundance. There is a dark deed to be done and one that cannot bear
cowardice."
            This new arrival, Agares, looked to me and I felt myself
blush. He smiled at me and crossed the charred earth to stand near
me. Around us, the ground roared as it shifted and the skies were filled
with cries of nature. The demon-man's face was one I'd seen before in my
human world. I felt him in my head and felt his hands on my chest. Nimble
fingers found my nipples and tugged on them as his face drew nearer to me,
his mouth opening slowly to press his lips on mine. A picture began to form
in my mind of this new demon in his human guise.
            Police chief, Aiden Hadley.
            As he kissed me, I knew him. This newly arrived demon was
someone I'd known all of my life, someone who had been close to me and my
father all of my life. There was a new familiarity as his tongue slipped
into my mouth and his fingers brought my nipples to roaring life. My dick
jumped and one of his hands left my chest to hold it. A talented thumb
rubbed the head and brought the pre-cum to my lips for us both to share. He
sighed with the taste and brought his hand back to the source for more.
            Lustfully, I provided him with a good bit of pre-cum this time,
my cock excited and engorged with previous lust that had no target! He fed
us both and sighed again at the taste of me. When he brought his fingers to
our lips again, the taste was different. Like peppermint and vanilla on
fire. It was his pre-cum and I ate it with enthusiasm. Again, he brought
his fingers to my mouth but I refused. Looking him in the eye, I made my
plea from the bottom of my lust filled heart.
            Kneeling then, I made my plea. "Let me take it from the
source."
            "Please do." Agares smiled, standing back from me.
            Proudly thrust from white curls of pubic hair, the demon's cock
was solid, standing and drooling white. I lapped at the head with my eager
tongue, my knees bending and connecting with the still-trembling ground. I
covered the cap of his cock with my mouth and sucked and to my amazement,
was rewarded instantly with the same sharp sweetness I'd tasted from his
fingers. He oozed cum into my mouth as if his cock were a dispenser! It
didn't come in geysers or even in quick bursts like most but rather in a
steady stream that I could savor and swallow at will. It was almost as if I
was being fed and I more than ate my fill. Pulling his seed from him, I
gripped his thighs and held tightly as I fed. My head swam with the
sensation of being filled from my toes to my head. Groaning with the
feeling, I swallowed more of him and would have continued had it not been
for his gentle fingers against my forehead.
            "Enough, youngling." He said in an easy voice. "You have had
your fill, it seems." The tender tones seeped into my cum-crazed mind.
            "Gods..." I whispered, reluctantly letting his cap fall from my
lips.
            "Not here," Agares said softly, his fingers sliding along my
face to my mouth, wiping away spit and cum. "Stand, Princeling, and tell me
how you feel."
            It was strange. As I stood, I felt as if I were filled with
more than just the peppermint sweetness of this demon's seed. Something
else swam in my head that made it easy for me to regard the demon circle
and the slab of sinewy male meat that lay atop it. For a long few moments,
I watched the archangel continue to struggle against his bonds and then I
turned to my father.
            "This is what you were talking about earlier, wasn't it?" I
asked his demonic countenance. "This ceremony was the `something special',
wasn't it?"
            Father simply smiled, his tail swishing casually behind
him. Above us, thunder smashed the skies and lighting tore at the
clouds. Looking up, I saw clouds of bats and heard them skittering above
the crashing thunder. It was something from a horror movie -- only I
wasn't frightened in the slightest. Stepping cautiously, I watched Moloch
get a nod from my father and with powerful legs, jump up onto the slab, a
heavy foot on either side of the archangel's trim waist. Moloch's cock
swung menacingly, his tail swinging the same. I hadn't noticed the tail
before but it was impressive.
            "And now," Father said, his hand raising and a familiar black
coil forming in it. "We begin this ceremony!"
            "Princely cock so firm and thick," I heard in my ear again as
the same soft fingers teased my cock head. "Veined and pumping, proud, hard
prick!"
            Looking down, I didn't see anyone but felt the fingers tickle
my head, causing me to ooze precum copiously. As it fell from the head, I
watched it disappear as if...swallowed. Knowing as more flowed from me,
that it had been swallowed into the waiting throat of whoever spoke to me
in these rhymes. I watched a small figure materialize. Stocky, muscled and
barely three feet from head to foot, the thing was caramel colored with
thick auburn hair that curled on his head and a mustache and goatee in a
Van Dyke style and closely trimmed lambchop sideburns hugged his handsome
face. He smiled at me and his thick, pink tongue lapped at my cockhead
again. Brilliant blue eyes sparkled as he swallowed my offering and
returned for more.
            "Pearly sweet, delightfully thick," Sang the creature as he
nursed. "Long and hard will do the trick!"
            "Who are you?"
            "Demon attendant, close at hand," He responded, his fingers
curling around my shaft. "Princely property now -- name of Colbert
Clawband!"
            "And what do you do?" I asked with a sly smile as he continued
to hold my cock.
            "Clawband's boasts are not made in jest and whether oral or
anal, a willing hole is at your request." Rhymed the smiling demon as his
long pink tongue relieved me of my pre-cum. "Soon to breed the angel there,
shall I ease your load with great oral care?"
            "NO, COLBERT!" Father roared from where he was. "I have TOLD
you that the Prince must seed the archangel with all he has."
            Clawband's eyes narrowed toward Father but he ceased his
stroking of me and slid around behind me, his nailed fingers trailing along
the back of my leg and sending a sensation through me. I would enjoy this
new addition to my Princely position, I knew. The way this little cockhound
kept feeling of my balls, my ass and my cock, I knew he was going to be
quite handy to have around.
            The sky was torn with ragged jets of lightning and thunder
crashed around us again. This particular symphony was one that would no
doubt continue through the course of this ceremony. Looking at the slab of
stone and the struggling archangel, I wondered what it was that I was to do
in this. Father has said "seed the archangel" but I'd not been summoned any
closer than the few feet I had been standing since he'd been secured to the
slab. Watching Moloch straddle the male, I was more than a little envious
of the divine creature. To have Moloch's club cock oozing its offering onto
my chest while his equally thick tail swung heavily between my spread legs
was a thing to desire! The archangel did not share my feelings, however,
and as the demon lifted his clawed hands into the air and began to chant,
the archangel began to scream.