Savannah’s descent into goth-hood was always a wee bit sudden for her sister.
They’d been mistaken as brunette twins for most of their time growing up, the cuties of the neighbourhood who were blossoming into very full-figured women at a young age. Their reputation as the clever inseparable duo, took a bit of a sharp nose-dive around the time Savannah hit sixteen, the split happening as instant as a quake.
Almost overnight, the room which had always reflected her girly interests turned dark; boy-band pop turned into heavy metal, pink make-up turned midnight, sunny days outside on their phones turned into gloomy readings by candlelight. They didn’t talk about cute boys anymore, instead Savannah simply gliding to her room with a single focus every single moment she had free time. Those weird sounds which would come from there, Sophia memorized them well. The moaning, the panting, the gasping, the screaming, all without explanation much like those weird sexualized pictures of dark creatures on the wall which would constantly rotate.
Sophia often would yell at her sister, not sure if she was more upset about losing her best bud or if it was more her fear of turning suddenly dark like that. The response was always the same though. A little condescending smile combined with an overly long explanation which did little more than state that Sophia would never understand. Then, back into her room where dark, moaning chanting surrounded by the sound of moist shlicking.
No matter how belittling those words were though, only now did she actually believe she was over her head.
“What the hell is a ‘Demon Conqueror’?!” Sophia couldn’t give a damn if it was all of Scotland shaking, as if her sister knew something she didn’t, she simply had to find out.
Quinn turned to her and between his long blonde bangs, sharp green eyes, flashy eyelashes and cute lips, Sophia and her friends were smitten by him all over again. “A Demon Conqueror prevents exactly this from happening, you dullards!”
“Lay off for a second, Quinn.” Savannah checked her deep black nails, the shaking around her mundane as the constant jiggle of her big corset tits. “She didn’t know this would happen.” She posed with hands on her wide and rolling hips, pulling her long black ass-length mane behind her acting like a glossy cape. Turning on those giant black heeled boots, she bent over and stuck her big round behind to pick up her dark leather pants, stable as a rock. “But I probably should explain things a bit…”
”Ach, no lass…” Esther spat out, now on her knees with hands over her neck, as if now was the time for that natural disaster training from the schools to kick in. “I mean, don’t spoil the surprise before everything goes Exorcist on us!”
“Oh no no no…” Adam sunk to the feeble position, hands over face, “how are you guys not freaking out?! The shaking is making me siiiiiick..!”
“Then strap-in boy.” Savannah’s pale booty bounced as she tried her hardest to streeetch those tight leather pants over her bountiful booty which made most boys from school drool. After all, Sophia got the tits while Savannah got the butt. She snapped the waist band on her wasp waist sculpted by corset training, “because it’s about to get a lot worst.”
*Brrrr-Wsssh*
The humming glow which ran around the painted demonic circle now started to screech like a kettle. Whatever was happening, it was climaxing in nightmarish way. Heat waves emanating from the ground quickly became unbearable, Sophia feeling as if she was stewing in a pot on the cooker. Yet, somehow, she was seeing her breathe, her body chilled as nipples popped against the thin fabric of her under-sized sleeping t-shirt.
“She’ll be here soon Quinn.” Savannah’s breath seemed to sizzle like chips as she took a step outside of the circle. “Are you ready?”
”As ready as we can be…” Her boyfriend bounded to the closet to ruffle through some things. “What about your sister and her friends?” He didn’t even give them a passing glance. “Should I get them out or…?”
“Trial by fire, I suppose.” Savannah’s smile was always considered devilishly beautiful, and even in such strange circumstances, she positively beamed behind dark chocolate lipstick. Was she excited?
*Brrrr-Wsssh*
The sound of churning ice and brimstone somehow became louder, sharp rock formations now sticking out of the carpet as a smoke-machine from hell was spewing at full blast, filling the room. The shaking finally stopped, but that only caused a truly frightening silence to carry heavy in the air. Something had come over from the other side, and there was no denying it.
Sophia’s eyes burned as her nose was filled by this peculiar, otherworldly smell. It wasn’t as wretched as smoke should be, though it wasn’t pleasant. It was a stale stank, almost as if an orgy room had been opened after a week without fresh air, but there were twists of fruity foreign smells which made it tolerable, even if the smell was distinctly of sex. Oddly enough, Sophia could feel her little heart beat in her big chest while her eyes felt heavy, feeling both full of energy but also exhausted. Her legs clamped tightly suddenly, realizing that all these sensations had made her aroused, and not the type which was a tiny jolt when a cute guy winked at you. This was lock your room, buy a bottle of lubricant and run down the entire battery of your toy kind of arousal.
A laugh as dark as the smoke echoed in the tiny room, as it became lucidly evident that someone new had manifested themselves with them. “It’s good to be back… Savannah.” Her form was barely seen in the shadow behind the smoke, but that voice of liquid sex was distinctly feminine.
“Aobuth…” Her sister’s clear growl came over the steaming gasps leaking all around. But was that this creature’s name? Or merely a greeting in a demon tongue? Moans overrode these thoughts quickly, the grunts drilling into her ears like porn on surround sound.
Getting to her feet, Sophia rubbed her eyes of welling tears as she tried to make more sense of these bizarre circumstances. She consciously had to keep her hands away from her lower body, her animalistic instincts overwhelming fall back to her knees and shove the nearest phallus inside, logic thrown to the side as she submitted to her darkest instincts. Once the smoke cleared enough to get a clear image of what was happening though, she wanted to fall to the floor again.
There was clearly a demon in this room now, red-skin and steaming body made that clear, but this creature was hardly the stereotype put forward by the local costume shop. Her, and Sophia was going to guess her gender on that svelte form, body was the hue of a crimson crayon dipped in blood, but had various black designs seeming tattooed on her body. In fact, upon closer inspection, what appeared to be black booty shorts and push-up bra were actually meticulously detailed designs to resemble some beastly armour over some curves that would make even the sisters feel some envy. In fact, Sophia felt an odd insecurity creep up her spine, as she never had actually met someone with larger breasts than herself. Why did her mouth water so much?
Literal hot body aside though, this demon didn’t have mere hair upon her head, instead, a number of thick tendrils toiled and twisted like snakes seemingly independent of her body, tips moist in some kind of lubricant which Sophia didn’t want to know more about. Their tips were bulbous, like a little soft helmet to protect every end, but the way they whipped and cracked suggestion that they were ready for any job tasked to them. The presence of this demon wasn’t the cause of her shock, however.
This shock stemmed from what her sister was doing to it.
Their black lips were mashed together, smacking and popping like two ill fitting pipes splattering drool and saliva at full power. The imprint of their tongues in each cheek gave the appearance of a bar-room brawl more than a gentle waltz, but the frantic moaning suggest some deep throat scraping. Savannah gripped those big burning red tits, hand helplessly dwarfed by the feminine mass, black bloated nipple gently being rotated by her palm, swelling somehow more until they looked like thumbs. Meanwhile, this demon gripped and mashed her sister’s tight packed leather tush like Italians with pizza-dough. Clearly she enjoyed playing with a behind nearly as expansive as her own, the babe of crimson red grinding her boiling crotch to get closer, own rear shaking uncontrollably as every little gesture caused a ripple in that tattooed ocean of an ass.
A sudden blur of Savannah’s left hand, and she had jammed three digits between this creature’s legs, causing it to give a Lovecraftian trill to boom out loud enough to shake the walls anew. Even from Sophia’s angle, she could see how her sister ran her fingers like a world-class pianist inside the sexhole between this hell beast’s leg, which couldn’t quite call a pussy considering the two six-inch feelers which wiggled out where the clit should be. Savannah’s mouth moved down, practically deep-throating one nipple with a wolfish slurp before moving on to the next gargantuan blood tit. The moans Savannah made both sickened and aroused Sophia, her feet stuck to the floor as her fingers slowly inserted themselves into her panties.
“Well.” Esther got to her feet, mouth almost as dropped as her friends. “It’s been a wee bit since I’ve seen a horror film, but I don’t remember the exorcist starting by snoggin’ the damned thing.” Her legs slightly pinched, “at least now we know what your sis’s been doing in her room now.”
Quinn wasn’t content on just watching like Sophia and the gang though, jumping over a knocked over commode with a wobbling phallus in hand. Savannah barely got her juices-soaked fingers around half the black dildo, the mega-penetrator looking more like a silicon leg than a penis, and prepared to dive it deep into this devilish snatch.
This finesse only got them so far. Those red tendrils, before content to swish like wild hair, now shot forward, two thick subway cars of demon flesh forcing their way down their mouths and throats, a sick squirming sound splattering around. This beast laughed with smoke from her mouth as more and more slimy tentacle was jammed down their guts, dropping them both to their knees, hands dangling useless to their sides.
“Did you really think that you could take me out so quickly, my teenage foe?” The curvy creature took a step forward and with it, six more inches of red piping from her head went down, probably almost reaching their stomachs. “I came here for some fun, and I’ve been saving up energy for just such an occasion. Don’t think I’ll cum so easily.”
“Gwark-Ouwk-Fawk-Ou.” Savannah twitched in struggle, her gargle surprisingly clear considering how much of her mouth was stretched.
“Oh, I’ll be on my way soon.” Her laugh was short and cruel, “and lucky for you, I have enough patience to not completely drain you both now while you’re completely helpless.” Her tendrils receded out like snapping measuring tape, a disgusting slurp of saliva and ooze slapped the carpet as they retreated back behind her head. “I’ve been missing our games, sweetie.”
“When your incapacitating drugs wear off, I’m going to kick your arse back to hell so hard!” Savannah did little more than rumble on her knees, her bloated black lips still open sex-doll-wide and drooling ever so slightly.
“Oh I’m counting on you trying!” This creature had these creepy glassy red pupils which scanned the room while she scratched her black chin. “But just to make sure, I think I’ll take something to play with…” She leaned over to the shivering teens, Sophia’s temperature rising a whole degree now that this red babe was inches from her face.
Sophia’s first instinct was to spit at this disgusting beasts face, showing exactly what the Mackay clan was made of. However, once close, her mind started to shuffle, her thoughts jumbled. The first thing she noticed was the smell, a intoxicating musk which oozed from every pore. Smoky but an erotic way like hot candle-wax on skin. The tattoos coiled around her face, now incredibly apparent they were able to be controlled to this creature’s whim, slowly swirling as she got closer and closer. Sophia could hardly comprehend a word coming from those fat puckered lips, whose colour matched her skin, perfect for kissing. Each inhale got her more drunk, and she now she was fighting the urge to suck tongue with such a magnificently horrid creation.
“Is this your sister?” Her head turned to Savannah, her open mouth smile made perverted by two swirling tongues coming out. “Look at those young but big tits.” She slurped, “she might have enough energy in those udders for breakfast and lunch, and still have enough left for supper.” She shuddered, legs buckling. “I-I’ll milk slowly though, hopefully making her last for months before she’s finally spent.” She swallowed. “Fuck. I’m hungry.”
Sophia had had some pretty disgusting comments slung at her before, and she had no problem slinging them back if necessary. Now though, feeling a thick tendril stroke her cheek, she could only meep meeker than a mouth, entire body covered in goosebump. She wanted those disgusting, fat, oozing tentacles in her mouth. Her tongue would worship every inch of them as they pistoned in her mouth. She’d sacrifice braincells if only to sate this burning need to be absolutely obliterated by these fiendish phallics.
“Though you know…” Her tone switched gears like a ton of hammers, “if your relationship is like with my hundreds of sisters, then you might actually send me a thank you card for taking her.” She straightened her shoulders, seeming to gain three or four terrifying inches with proper confident posture. “No, I’ll need someone more civilian, as I know you hate when innocents get involved.” Her nostrils blew steam out like a bull before she smiled. “Oh? Do I smell the rare delicacy of a Scottish twink?” She licked her lips, red eyes locked on Adam.
“Uh…ah?” The poor boy’s voice failed him as he tugged at collar, even the gay boy finding his legs fumbling and words failing in front of the inverted and perverted angel.
“Yes…” Her eyes narrowed further and a second later, her thighs were wrapped around the kneeling boy, her tongue teasing his ear. “If you want this boy back, you’re going to have to find me! I’ll make it easy and not leave the town proper, but good luck trying to get me when I’ve brought my friends!” She winked, “happy hunting!”
Quinn stood up with a start, his arms out-stretched if still a little rubbery from the tranquillizer. He jumped into action yet again, arms out as he dived towards the creature, “Aobuth!!” He cried as he merely snatched at smoke, his palms only captured soot as he searched along the empty spot. Adam and his red abductress was gone, but her evil residue remained, a haunting laugh on repeat against the dark wallpaper.
“Let’s get going, Quinn!” Savannah shook her head, giving little attention to the stunned girls shocked faces as she looked inside a deep dark chest calmly sitting in the corner. “We haven’t time to lose! Aobuth isn’t just going to sit kindly for us and a second lost is a second where she’s absorbed more power!”
Sophia smashed her palms against the ash-lain floor, “Who the fuck was that? Where the fuck did she take Adam? And why the fuck are you taking this so casually!?” She wanted to place this outburst on her trauma, but deep inside, she knew this had been more about how that demon had properly fucked her brain. When that red body was slunk around Adam, she hadn’t felt worried, but intensely jealous. She had only been in this ‘Aobuth’s’ presence for a moment, yet she was already whipped and settled down like a terrier.
“And if you’d kindly explain the other stuff,” Esther raised a hand, “that’d be great too.”
”Quinn!” Savannah was scrambling as she tossed oddities and dohickeys into her school-bag. “Give them a quick run down while I’m packing!”
Taking a deep breath, Quinn sat down crossed-legged by the still shivering girls. “Alright, I’ll make this quick.” He counting on his hand, “one, your sister and I are Demon Conquerors, meaning that we send naughty demons back to hell… And when I say naughty, I think you know what we mean now. Two, despite what you may know from media, demons are just perverted energy leeches who come up for a good time every so often. They have many ways of draining people, but mainly the idea is that they shlock ya until you have the vitality of a potato. Three, the way you send a demon back to hell is to drain their sexual energy, since it takes energy to remain in the mortal realm. After they climax and expend that energy, they have to go back to hell. Long story short is that your sister, Savannah, makes demons cum to save the world. I think you birds just saw how that goes exactly, yeah?”
”But why did she come now?” Sophia had a headache. Even without the smoke, the sights and the smells, she knew her head would have hurt.
“Oh I don’t know,” Quinn gave a sarcastic stroke of his chin, “maybe it had something to do with that water havering that you just did! Your sister was trying to suppress that enormous well of sexual energy within her, the stuff that’s like a drug for them demons, and when you splashed her wet, you might’ve well been sounding the bell for supper!”
“It was all her idea,” Esther pointed all ten digits to Sophia, “I swear Quinn. I tried to stop her, but lately all she’s been talking about is giant, juicy demon banger!”
“Can you take anything seriously in your life?!” Sophia screamed back with a swinging fist.
“If I took this seriously, luv,” Esther dodged the jab, “I’d probably fainted about fifteen minutes back!”
“Conserve your energy you two.” Savannah hoisted her over-packed bag onto her back and adjusted her long black hair back behind her. “If we’re going to save your friend Adam, we’re going to have to save all the energy we can.” With her breasts spilling out of her black corset and big heeled combat boots, Savannah looked more prepared for the alt-dance club than fighting, but that’s how she rolled.
”What can we do? We’re not even in uni!” Sophia was a good friend, but her voice did very little to hide her immense insecurity. “I mean, how many friends does this ‘Aobuth’ have?” She gripped her head and grunted, as now she seriously was thinking about ‘demon banger’.
”Now? Probably thousands are coming up through gates around Lharnach. But don’t worry about the numbers.” Quinn gave a bright, almost blinding, smile. “It works on the same logic as a party, if we take out the big and popular names, the others will get bored and go back, eh? But that does mean we’ll be fucking with some of the biggest names in the demon world going forward.” His optimism refused to waver though, “I guess we’ll have to stop for coffee if we’re going to survive the night!”
”And I assume we can stay here and finish off a bag of popcorn because you two are such pros?” Esther shrunk somehow smaller into her hugged knees.
“’fraid not, Esther.” Savannah helped her sister to her shaking feet. “If were going to have even half a chance, we’re going to need your help on this. Despite our knowledge, we are only human after all.”
“Fine.” Sophia’s knees continued to buckle, but she raised a fist in the memory of her friend. “J-Just tell us where to go and we’ll rush out to help!”
“Hmm…” Savannah opened a tourist map of Lharnach and started to draw up a plan.
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