Shapes of Desire
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Deshawn's Halloween party night is turned upside down when he meets a stunning demoness. An erotic encounter quickly turns to terror as he promises to do "anything": paying with his body, his gender, his identity. Transformed into the dark-skinned, horny Shawna, she must now survive the night without giving up her virginity, a goal that threatens her with every touch. Will she succeed, or lose herself forever?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian TransGender Fiction Mystery Magic Demons First Oral Sex Body Modification Halloween Transformation
Deshawn steps into the party and is blown away. He didn’t expect it to be so wild right from the start or so committed to the Halloween theme. There are whole scenes that have been put on the wall, each with a theme. A graveyard with zombies and fog on one wall with purple lighting on that side. Another wall that seems to depict hell itself with demons and gore. The third seems to be all about witches and there are tables of food and drinks against the wall with a sickly green light.
People dance, laugh, and get more and more tangled up, enjoying each other while melting into lusty couples or groups. It’s everything Deshawn was hoping for. He grins, talks to his two friends that invited him, gets a drink, and welcomes happy comments on his costume. It’s not really anything special. Just an open tattered t-shirt, tight fitting jeans with a plaid triangle of fabric wrapped around them, and boots to make him a pirate. Simple, hot enough to show off his lean body, and not restrictive.
“I’m telling you man, Halloween does something to women, they love the anonymity of a mask and they’ll do the dirtiest shit you can imagine,” Caleb says with a chuckle while glancing at his new girlfriend where she’s grinding and basically humping one of her female friends. “Love it.”
“Seems like a great time,” he agrees, even though he’s eager to find a woman of his own. A one night stand sounds perfect to get through the slump he’s been going through. A routine of work, the gym, and then T.V.
As they go back and forth, his friends disappear to mingle with others, leaving Deshawn alone. He grabs a few snacks to increase his alcohol tolerance, then notices a woman watching him from the red-lit ‘Hell’ side of the room. She looks insanely sexy, and obviously put a lot of effort into her costume considering she looks like she painted herself red.
Her tits are nearly falling out of the top she has on, something black and tight, pushing her round tits up until her cleavage is begging for him to bury his face there. Her lower belly is fully exposed and she has on some kind of skirt that’s more of a way to draw attention to her tiny black thong than a skirt. Her hand keeps playing with the pointed tip of her demon tail while she rubs her toned, fishnet clad thighs together.
The horns on her head show clearly through her thick black hair and curl behind her ears like an accessory. Her eyes are big, she must have specialized contacts in since they’re all black, but mischief and invitation shine in them. This is a woman on a mission, just like Deshawn and when she catches him staring and smirks, he knows he’s got a chance.
She curls her finger in a ‘come here’ motion aimed directly at him, then slowly walks away, glancing back over her shoulder like she’s making sure he’s following. Licking his bottom lip, he downs his drink, tosses it, then happily follows that swishing tail that must be an anal plug or something since it disappears under her slutty skirt.
The dirtiest shit you can imagine, Caleb’s comment plays in Deshawn’s head as he eagerly follows his demon, determined to skip the dancing and get right to a kinky night he won’t forget. He deserves a night of total freedom with a woman like her.
He ends up in an empty dark room, confused, until the door shuts behind him and the room lights with flickering red light that reminds him of a burning fire. Turning around, he finds the demonic woman in question. She grins, revealing sharp canines as she approaches him and walks around him.
“You look like a man who knows exactly what he wants,” she croons, her voice coasting over his body like a touch. Her raspy, melodic voice fills his head and strokes every nerve in his body the right way. “I appreciate that kind of ... confidence.”
“And you’re the woman who will give me everything I deserve?” He asks.
“Oh, I’ll give you what you need,” she says, shoving him backwards, so his ass lands on a bed he didn’t notice.
She seems to suck the focus out of the room. She straddles him, stroking his chest and peeling his shirt away from his skin. He swallows. “My name is-”
“Tonight, names don’t matter. Faces don’t matter, only pleasure does,” she croons in his ear before biting the lobe and undoing his pants, palming his hardening cock eagerly. She strokes him to life, then focuses on the head of his cock. Her lips brush his jaw. “What would you do to have me, pirate?”
He groans as she guides the head of his dick against her wet panties. “Fuck ... anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything you want,” he says, his nose brushing hers as he meets her eyes. “You’re worth anything.”
She undoes her top, revealing the biggest, roundest, most perfect breasts he’s ever seen. Her hand, long nails and all, wrap around the nape of his neck and she pushes his face between her tits while he palms them, pinches her hard pierced nipples, and turns his head as much as she’ll allow to lick and kiss her skin.
With a sigh, her back arches and she grinds on his dick. “That’s the right answer. You’ll do anything. Forget your name, forget everything but me, become whatever I want you to be.”
“That’s what Halloween is about,” he agrees before catching her nipple in his mouth. He sucks and groans. “And having you is worth it.”
“Yes, it is. I accept your offer,” she pants.
His brow furrows, but he rolls his eyes and keeps working her tit with his tongue, enjoying how her nipple keeps hardening for him, the way her breathy sighs, sounding almost like words in another language, wrap around him and prick his skin until he’s oversensitive and raw.
Then again, that could be from her grinding on his cock eagerly and the feel of her body against his. She’s so hot, almost feverish, but he can’t stop, can’t back down. Her skin is addictive, making his tongue and lips vibrate with need.
He falls into the rhythm of kissing her skin, gripping her ass, rubbing her tits, memorizing how she feels and moves. Even when she seems to grow against his hands. His fingers ache, but he can’t seem to stop. They keep cramping, feel like they’re burning, his wrists tighten painfully, making him gasp.
Deshawn pulls back, but she pushes him down and kisses over his throat. When he tries to speak, she pulls his eyepatch down and shoves it between his full lips while biting his jaw. “No talking, not until we’re done. You offered everything, I’m going to give you plenty for it.”
His brow furrows, but when she licks down his throat while continuing to tease him with her pussy, he lets his eyes close. Deshawn’s never been with someone this hypnotic, someone this overwhelming and determined for control.
Every brush of her tongue, every kiss drags him further under her spell. Every train of thought seems to stutter before he can get it out. She keeps rubbing his cock, her hands working her wetness over his dick, then she slides them over his belly and chest. Her eyes smile at him as she sucks his nipple, then bites hard.
His chest has never been sensitive, but he groans and his head falls back unexpectedly. Has he ever had someone play with his nipples? Has his skin ever felt this alive and raw? It’s almost painful. Every brush of her soft skin against his, her tongue, her lips, makes his body burn in the best and worst way. She might as well be pure fire licking his skin.
As her mouth continues down his belly, he arches back, not wanting to admit the pain he’s in, not having the words to even start doing that. He lets out a groan, then grits his teeth. His chest aches, his skin feels like it’s being ripped, stretched, torn apart, just like the muscle underneath.
It’s worse than going to the gym and overworking himself. He’s torn a muscle before and still, still he’d take that over the feeling echoing in his chest. He tries to let her go, to grab his chest, to untangle himself, but his body won’t cooperate.
“Please,” he rasps. “It ... It fucking-”
“It feels good. It’s what I want. Be a good boy for me, Deshawn,” she purrs. “You promised me everything. You’re going to give me all of it. Your masculinity, your essence, your obedience ... all for the orgasm you desire. So, take me now, Deshawn. Enjoy it.”
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