Chapter 23: The Aftermath

I floated in darkness, disembodied, bereft of myself.

Demie and I had been forced to kiss by the mind control power of her brother, Eros, who had somehow been trapped in a Playstation 4 as the video game Eroji.

Someone was screaming. I couldn’t hear it so much as feel it. Anger ... no, anguish. If I still had my heart, it would hurt to hear this sound.

It was Demie! I had never heard her like that before.

Then the screaming was over and I continued to float. I felt cold. Wasn’t Hell hot? Oh, no, I guess if Milton was to be believed, certain circles of Hell were frozen. Which circle of Hell would I be going to, I wondered.

Then I was pulled somewhere ... no someONE. How could someone be a place? Anyway, I was pulled there.

I gasped, air rushing back into my lungs. My body felt so cold! I saw Demie’s face moving back ... had she been kissing me again? The look on her face ... I’d never seen her concerned before.

“Oh, thank Satan...” she said. “I didn’t know if that would work.”

Then I lost consciousness.

I was laying in bed, and someone was riding my cock. It was dark so it was hard to tell who it was. I leaned forward to grasp smaller breasts with tiny nipples. They seemed familiar...

My lover leaned forward and I could see the rest of her slim form, as well as her red hair. Jessi? She had been the first woman Demie had brought home to share, what seemed so long ago, and...

“Are you gonna cum inside me, Tom?” she asked. “I’m fertile right now, just like Demie told you...”

Wait, I wanted to say, but I couldn’t make a sound. I saw a dark, womanly shape come up behind the slim redhead. Demie! No!

Demie turned Jessi’s head toward her and kissed her. I felt Jessi’s dying orgasm clamp down on my cock...

And then I was in a washroom, standing and sawing my cock into a blonde woman’s pussy as she bent over the sink. I looked into the mirror and saw Carrie’s face looking back at me with lust. I had worked with Carrie until...

The washroom door opened and Demie stepped in. I wanted to shout, to stop the demoness, but I could only continue to fuck Carrie’s pussy. Demie bent down to Carrie’s face and kissed her. Once again, my dying lover’s pussy clamped down on my cock.

And then I was fucking the voluptuous, brown-haired Mrs. Chesler, the mother of the witch Kate’s current body, on a bed in the hospital. I was getting close. Demie had told me I had knocked up the older woman, and that the demon had...

The curtain that hid us from sight was pushed to the side. Demie was there, dressed like a nurse, though not in scrubs like a real nurse, but one from a porno movie, with a tight, short white dress, white stockings, pumps, and a white hat with a red cross on it.

“What is going on here?” she demanded.

“Demie...” I managed to get out. I was going to cum...

“What a naughty woman you are, getting your ripe womb filled up with my boyfriend’s sperm, Mrs. Chesler. I think it’s time for your medicine.”

“ ... no...” I whispered. I couldn’t stop thrusting. So close...

Demie bent down and kissed the older woman. As Mrs. Chesler’s vaginal muscles tensed up in an extreme, final orgasm, my balls finally gave up and I blasted her fertile insides. My boys would never have a chance to reach her egg this time.

Then Demie and I were there in front of Eroji, her brother Eros in video game form. ‘Kiss the player to your left for 30 seconds’ showed on screen. Demie and I turned to each other, and instead of fear I felt elation that I was finally going to kiss my lover. Our lips came together and then I woke up.

I was in a motel room. They pretty much all look the same, but I was reasonably certain that it was the same motel that we had visited the day before, just a different room.

I sat up, but my pounding head immediately made me regret that. I slumped back. “What ... happened?” I groaned.

Demie stepped forward and held up two halves of a Blu-ray disc that had been snapped apart. “Got him.”

“Oh shit! Nice one. But ... how?”

She sat down next to me on the bed. “He made us kiss, and I took your soul. Normally I would have had to go back to Hell with you in tow, only ... something else happened ... I...”

She looked confused, almost vulnerable. I took her hand. She squeezed it and took a breath. “You know I eat life force -- souls -- killing people to take theirs. All of a sudden I was filled with power ... your soul ... and I was able to fight off Eros’ control. Then I smashed him.” She dropped the pieces of the broken DVD on the side table.

She turned to me. “I don’t know why your soul didn’t go straight to Hell, but I could feel you ... still inside me ... and I thought that if I kissed you -- your body -- again, maybe ... anyway, somehow I was able to return your soul to your body.”