Rock Out; Cock Out

Rock Out; Cock Out

            An explosion of fire emerged from the circle. Freya Morgan slowly stood up, watching as the carpet of her bedroom was consumed in veins of sinister fire. Beneath the veil of black bangs of hair her blue eyes reflected the apocalyptic explosions that blasted from her floor.

            From the center of the circle emerged a head. A long flowing faux hawk of sinister black hair tipped in red. Two tall black horns jutted out from the head of the sinful beauty, brilliant bright red stripes circled around near the tip of the sharp rods. Here yes opened, black oceans with mighty yellow stars. Her skin was crimson and shimmering like an oiled dancer. Her black lips stretched into a smile as the rest of her exploded out from the fire.

            A trimmed and fit red body. Her hands and feet were black and ornate as if posh ebony gloves were burnt into her flesh. Her front was covered in jagged black teeth symbols, like lingerie and shark jaws had a child. She had perky breasts, shimmering abs, and a black set of lacy tattoos clinging to her dripping crotch, skin tight panties that did very little to hide much. Her long spaded tail swung behind her as her feet touched down onto the carpeted floor, the red portal beneath her vanishing. Her little wings fluttered as she shot a cock grin down at Freya who was still in her PJs.

            “My my~ How long has it been since I’ve been summoned?” She licked her lips with her forked and pierced tongue. Her loins trembled as a long black rod began to jut out from her loins. Red thorns emerged from every end, like a retractable mace. “Who dares disturb my rest after all these millennium spent abed in obsidian and fire?”

            “Hi, I’m Freya Morgan,” Freya Morgan said. “I read about summoning demons from a book at my local library… So I decided to summon a demon.”

            “A foolish mortal to boot~” The demoness laughed. Freya just seemed completely untouched by the mocking of the demoness. She adjusted her hair, the snow white streaks in her black hair seeming blood red in the hue of the glowing succubus. “Come now, your soul shall be mine~” She gestured to her cock expectantly.

            Freya’s stoic attitude stuttered as she looked on at the rigged and demonic member. She fell to her knees and began to crawl towards it. She planted her lips against it, eyes wide and curious. Lick lick. Her tongue scrolled up and down it, riding underneath the ridges of the dick until she glanced over the tip.

            The demoness just smiled down at Freya. Another fool to add to her harem of inducted. A shame she proved to be no challenge, but at the very least it was another simple addition to her collection.

            “Wow, this thing is nastier than most of my toys,” Freya looked up at the demoness, a little grin on her face.

            “Most…?” The demoness paused. “Whatever do you mean?” Her victory was assured still of course! But her curiosity was tested. Freya shrugged and stood up. She went back to the closet of her bedroom and slid it open. She set aside a few guitars, a few shirts strategically placed over it and returned with what was essentially a battering ram for assholes. Covered in weird nubs and spikes, easily twice the diameter for the demoness’s cock. She looked at it with a little hint of surprise. “S-since when did humans start using such massive phalluses?!”

            “I dunno, since the internet or something.” Freya shrugged. “We’re all pretty freaky anymore.”

            This gave the demoness something to ponder over. She snapped her fingers and her cock began to expand out, growing beyond what her frame could support to mimic that barrel sized toy. “T-there we go! Now, about your soul-“ She heard a click and the hum of feedback. Freya was stood, a guitar strap pushing her gothic t-shirt back against her bra-less breasts, her PJ pants flowing long and free.

            “Yeah, for my soul I was thinking we could at least have a rock off. A challenge if you will,” Freya was still looking as stoic and blank as ever, though there was a hint of excitement at the prospect. “If you win you get my soul. If I win, I get a favor.”

            “Er…” The demoness bit her lip, frustrated, a tad confused, but she relented. She snapped her fingers and a massive guitar cabinet appeared behind her. She held her arms out a sharp black guitar appeared in her mitts. A long sleek weapon with barbs and sharp edges, better suited to smashing skulls than anything. Eight long red strings grasped across the forming slab, clicking into place. Her tail plugged into the amp and she gave a single strum, a heavy bass tone emitting from the amp. “Fine. A rock off we shall have. But just be warned, human, I’ve never been bested!”

            And so they committed to the challenge. The demon went first, confident that she could entirely blow away this belligerent girl who had been contriving nonsense after nonsense. No matter, she would be done away with soon. The demoness strummed at her instrument, fretted with perfect, even sprouted additional spectral red arms of fire to double tap intermittently when called for. She rode up and down the neck, a sick song in a deep minor key with drums and bass accompanying from beyond. She strummed the final chord and slid across Freya floors, leaving singe marks in the carpet.

            Freya shrugged and turned the volume knob up on her cheap knockoff brand. And then she strummed a diligently produced and more than equivalent masterpiece. Her technical understanding was incredibly deep as she rode the frets with perfection after perfection. Not a note out of place and never too much work. She combined complicated time signatures, soaring solos, and even used her whammy with legitimately scary expertise. When she strummed her final chord, the demon knew that she had been entirely defeated.

            “I… I concede,” She bowed her head, her flowing black hair hovering in the heat emitted from her body. “Well done girl…” She growled as her head lifted back up. Freya’s face gave nothing away that what she had been done was all that challenging. She had the same face of someone watching a toaster. “Well…?! What is it that you desire then?! Just hurry up so I can be on my way!”

            Freya shrugged. “I dunno. Was kinda hoping you’d join my band.”

            The demon’s face tensed. “Pardon the fuck?”

            “Yeah, my bassist quit and we need a second guitarist,” Freya said. “Also if you could make a demon too, maybe be my girlfriend or something?”

            “What?…” The demon was still more than shocked at the terms. “So you don’t want me to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams? Never haunt you again?”

            “No, in fact you really need to haunt me and be at my friend’s house, next Thursday at six. And can you make me a demon? That part was a bit more important.”

            “Well, yes I um, can,” The demon’s face released as she just gave up. There was simply no understanding this girl. “I um, make people into demons using sex.”

            “Oh, cool, so that kinda also covers up the GF part, right? We just fuck a lot and hold hands in public.”

            “H-hold hands?!”

            “In public,” Freya noted. “So c’mon, we really gotta get this going before my dad comes to check on me.” Freya tossed her guitar aside and threw her shirt up over her head. She dropped her loose fitting bottoms onto the floor, taking her black striped panties with them. Freya flung herself to her bed and turned to face the demoness. She spread her legs, grabbed the edges of her folds with her fingers, and she tugged herself open. “Do you have a name, demon?”

            “Y-yes,” The demon walked over slowly, her rigged demonic shaft appearing again from between her loins, a bit bigger than the first time it appeared but nowhere near the size of that comical goliath. “Yrlith Bloodmoon.”

            “Well, Yrlith,” Freya waited impatiently, folds spread, her blue eyes dark and piercing. “You’re going to stuff me, and you’re going to stuff me hard. Then you’re coming with me to get food after this because I’m starved. Only fastfood places are open at 2 AM, so hope you’re chill with that. As well, you’re coming with me on Thursday to my friend Adam’s house so we can practice. You’re the first person I ever met who was as good as me on guitar, so we’re going to need you. Can you sing?”

            “Yes~” Yrlith leaned in over Freya, the head of her dick gently pushing against her pink folds. Freya barely shuttered as she felt the demonic warmth of that cock in her. As Yrlith was praised her dick visibly pulsated with need.

            “Play bass at all?” Freya asked.

            “Yesss~” Yrlith leaned in more, the barbed dick starting to press beyond Freya’s entrance. The girl beneath the demon shook more, tensing up as she felt herself spread to let in that cock. She felt every ridge, every barb, every monstrous bump. She huffed out hot air and steadied herself.

            “And are you gonna crash here, or are we going to your place?” Freya’s one eye was closed, her whole body tense.

            “Whatever you want darling~” Yrlith leaned in and wrapped her lips around Freya’s. Freya’s cold demeanor was demolished as she passionately returned the kiss. Their tongues swapped mouths and wrestled. Freya shivered as Yrlith’s flexible demon tongue wrapped entirely around her own. Yrlith slid her cock the rest of the way in and began frantically humping.

            Time swirled and spun as the bed shook and creaked. Every thrust drained some of the human coloration from Freya’s skin. It turned from the pale peach more and more to pallid white, and they it began to grey and darken. Her hair grew longer, but maintained the dye job she had gotten that made portions of it white. Two black nubs began to grow out from her head, white stripes marking it in a similar way to Yrlith.

            Freya passionately moaned in the kiss, cooing out her lustful approval with beaming pride and desire. She rode that cock with the sort of happiness a graduate has holding their degree. She bashed herself down as her thick tail grew in, as her ass bubbled and grew, as her hips jutted out to become more eye catching, pants stretching, a pair of hips that were fun to roll and rock as she walked. Her nipples became pierced, her breasts bigger, black markings decorating her rapidly changing form. Her waist shrunk, her abs hardened, her feet and hands marked with similar gloves.

            Finally she came, just as Freya’s own cock grew it. A long slender member that rapidly thickened. It was black at the base, more and more white at the tip. Demonic cum spilled inside Freya, the excess spilling onto the bed sheets, dying them black. Freya broke the kiss to let out the final moan of her life as a human. She cracked her neck and cooed. “Mmm, that felt amazing~” Freya said with a satisfied groan.

            “Anything for you my darling~” Yrlith cooed, kissing the new demon on the forehead. “So, what songs are we playing next Thursday?”

            “All Star.”