Damien smiled and shifted Carl's body, bending him over the bench and getting behind him. He let his hands run over Carl's naked back, taking time to stroke his body and watch the sweat glisten on his skin. Just when Carl couldn't stand the anticipation any longer, Damien pressed close and guided his cock to the curve of Carl's ass.
Carl jumped as he felt it pressing against him. When the pressure remained, he tried to move away again, hoping to escape the foreign contact. But the jolt seemed to have taken the last of his strength. He collapsed against the bench, helplessly waiting to see what Damien would do to him.
Damien found the spot he was seeking and rubbed the head of his cock around a little. Excitement had already slickened the tip of him and he spread the moisture over the small opening. Carl continued to moan softly, horny from the blow job but intensely confused and a little frightened. His body naturally tensed as the pressure against his ass increased.
"Just relax," Damien murmured to him. "I'll make sure you like it." As he continued to press forward, slowly slipping the head of his cock into Carl, he reached around and wrapped his fingers around Carl's cock. The sensation of being slowly filled while having the big, rough hand of Damien stroke him left Carl reeling. It felt strange and uncomfortable, only just not painful, to have the big cock sliding inside him. But somehow the combination of it with the pleasure of his cock being stroked made the whole experience mind blowing.
When Damien was all the way in, his cock buried deeply in Carl, he moaned and squeezed Carl's cock tightly. The sensation had Carl's muscles tightening all over and made the already tight grip on Damien's cock to become nearly vice-like. Damien paused, letting the pleasure build, then pulled back and thrust forward again. Carl's breath caught as Damien started to fuck him. The pressure that had built from Damien's kiss and blow job steadily increased despite parts of his mind protesting against it. He felt intensely full, stretched to the limit, but every time Damien thrust forward he stroked something deep inside Carl that had him moaning and close to orgasm. He knew that when it was all over, he would question everything- the morality of the situation, his sexuality, his sense of self- but in the moment, he couldn't care. All he could do was lie there limp from the heat and take the pleasure being literally thrust upon him.
When Carl's body tightened to near breaking, Damien started to move harder and faster. He pounded into the other man while the pressure in him rose to astronomical proportions. Carl could feel Damien's cock stiffen even further and inexplicably, the knowledge that another man was about to come in his ass set Carl's own orgasm off. He came hotly, a hoarse cry torn from his throat and his fatigued muscles jerking.
*
Damien gritted his teeth as he rode out the wave of pleasure, letting Carl's body's reaction milk his cock dry. Each spasm made him clench around Damien's cock. He groaned and leaned forward, biting softly on Carl's ear as he continued to thrust.
Finally Damien stopped and caught his breath. They were both covered in sweat, so exhausted they could barely move. Slowly, he pulled back and withdrew his cock from Carl. The other man didn't say anything, just laid there.
*
Carl simply didn't know what to think. A man had fucked him in the sauna at the gym. He hadn't been in any shape to fight Damien off, but he'd be lying to himself if he claimed he hadn't enjoyed it. Hell, the evidence of his very intense pleasure was still hot and slick on his stomach. But he was straight...right? He liked women. Always had. Did the fact that he'd thoroughly enjoyed having his ass fucked by another man change that?
His emotions spiraled out of control until Carl found the strength to turn his head and look at Damien, who had sat next to him once more on the bench.
"We should do this again some time," Damien said with a smirk. His eyes flashed black. Something stirred, not a memory, but a thought. As if there was some piece of information missing. Looking down, Clara realized she was naked, in a sauna with the devil, and female once more.
"What the hell did you do?" she nearly shrieked.
Damien didn't seem the least bit perturbed by her outburst. "Night four, Clara. Yet another taboo explored."
"Gay sex was one of your twelve taboos?" She pushed herself up, grimacing at the come on her stomach.
"Homosexuality has been both revered and deplored around the world for centuries. It fascinates me."
"Fascinates you?"
"When you look at a mortal, their gender is probably the first thing you notice about them, am I correct?" When Clara slowly nodded, Damien continued. "For me, I see neither gender nor race nor age first. The first thing I see, is the soul. The essence of the person. I have seen souls pure as driven snow or black as pitch. However I cannot say I have ever seen a soul that was distinctly masculine or feminine. The human obsession with gender has never made sense to me. Of course, it presents a massive opening for me to operate in, but I can't say I have ever understood it myself. The things that attract one individual to another have very little to do with such trifling physicalities such as gender. At least, they don't at their core. Of course pride, envy and greed all play a part in the modern search for the ideal partner. I've seen a man's eyes skip over his soul mate of the same sex in order to look at a woman pride and circumstance told him he ought to be attracted to. So yes, homosexuality and the taboo of it fascinates me. Also, apparently, the sex is amazing." He flashed that devilish grin at her.
"Lucifer is gay," Clara murmured. "Who would've thought?" She seemed almost dazed.
"Gay? I would hardly describe myself as jovial and light hearted. Now, if you were calling me homosexual, I would have to correct your error, my little pet. I am beyond such triviances as straight or gay. I suppose you would call me omnisexual. I can lust after male or females equally, and everything in between." He shrugged. "I have perhaps had more encounters with women, but were I to find myself lusting for a man, I would debauch him just as happily."
"If you can go out and take someone, why do you need me then? Why not find a man you're attracted to and fuck him? I'm sure there is at least one person out there for each of your taboos. Find the person who really encompasses each one individually, and have your fun with them."
"Trying to back out on our deal, Clara?" Damien cocked a brow and made a tsking noise.
Clara shook her head. "No, I'm just trying to understand. Why do you need me?"
"I told you, Clara. You have something that I've been looking for. Yes, I would be able to search the world and find someone who lives, breathes, and sleeps these taboos. But what I see is the soul. And your soul is the only one that shares my interest in all sexual sins equally. That makes you the only one I want."
Clara studied him, trying to figure out how he'd managed to make that last sentence sound so romantic. The way he said it, it was like they were pieces of a puzzle that fitted together. But what did it say about her that her match was the devil himself? And how could she be starting to trust him? Enjoy him?
"I don't have an interest in all sexual sins, you know," she finally said. It was the only thing she could think of to say to break the intensity of the moment.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, there are a few things that don't appeal to me at all. And I can't help but be afraid they will be on your list of nights." She shuddered.
"Clara, my little deviant. What taboos could possibly make you react with such disgust?"
"Only a few. Scat. Snuff. Necrophilia."
"Ah well set your mind at ease then pet. None of those are on my agenda with you." He chuckled.
"No? Why? I thought the point was to explore all the main taboos. Aren't those on that list?"
Damien considered her for a moment, then shrugged. "Technically, they have enough followers to be considered core. And they are dirty enough to be called taboo for certain. But I personally have no desire to explore any fantasy that involves excrement."
"And snuff?" Clara couldn't hide the tremor in her voice. It was one of the things she'd feared from the very beginning. Torture, and being killed during sex.
"I do not break my toys, Clara. What use are you to me then? The idea has never held any appeal to me."
His somewhat callous words actually reassured her.
"And necrophilia?" Curious, Clara studied his face. She was grateful of course, but why had he excluded this one from the list?
Damien leaned forward, supporting his weight on his forearms. "Technically, this already is Necrophilia. Don't forget, you're dead, little one." He shrugged again as if it were no big deal.
He was right, of course. She was already dead. So technically anything that happened between them fell into the Nec category. Or was that only if he was having sex with her lifeless body? Was any of this really happening to her physically? Still somewhat rattled, Clara didn't dare ask for the answers. Damien seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing.
But did she expect him to be bothered more by the situation? How much did she really think the devil would care? Worse...how much did she?
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