Previously, on I Dream of Demie: Hi, my name's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex demon from Hell. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex. Demie kills people, but she can make herself look (and feel) like any girl I want! But is it worth it? ***** Five weeks ago... Abe Sorensen walked in...
After a long sleep, you , Veronica Jones, wake up in what looks like hell. You're already standing up, behind a couple of people in line. All around you, it just red-rock, like some kind of cave. Behind you, there is big edge, which leads to pit of hot lava. The heat is so hot that it makes you feel like a bowl of ice cream. Wearing only a pair tight jeans,...
It all started in a dream, as most encounters with sex demons do. Well, at least the first encounter at any rate. Sensing the frustration of a human unable to find release for their desire, the demon enters the dream and gives the human a night of unbridled passion, unimaginable ecstasy. Upon entering the dream, the demon knows everything about the human's f...
Morning comes. How I loathe that light. I am lying in bed next to my boyfriend Nigel Geralds. Listening to his heartbeat. It is such a comforting sound. Especially given the fact that my own heart doesn't beat. I look at him as he sleeps. He's a really lovely man. Five feet eight nine tall, slender, with bone-white skin, and curly dark brown hair that's slig...
"We need to pull back!" Paul Heinlein yelled. Damn, was there no end to them? Physically the twitchers weren't that intimidating. They were slightly shorter than the average man and not much faster or stronger. They only possessed a rudimentary intelligence, enough to wield simple blades or clubs. In the days since the town of Carmel had been pulled into h...
"Denise adjusts the demon mask, getting the fit just right over her eyes. She smiles deviously at you, her chest heaving." Based on an image by Curveball. It sat, grinning evilly, on a lighted pedestal nestled deeply inside the Tru Hollywood store, a perfect rendition of Mr. Twist, from last year's cult horror. A young woman cautiously steps into the light...
Chapter One Carrie moaned louder than she has ever had in her life. This intensity of his thick dick pounding away in her ass filled her with mind numbing pleasure to the point where she didn't care about anything anymore. She didn't care that this was a sin, she didn't care that she could get pregnant, she didn't care that she was on all fours in front of...
*For those who read my stories, my friend is running me ragged! Begging me to write these. Hi friend, you know who you are! Anyway, this is more quest-based then I ever expected to write, so I hope that you all enjoy it. As a bit of a disclaimer, the sex in here is very rough, and a little extreme. If you do not like tentacles, this is not your story. If yo...
CHAPTER THREE The pain had only lasted for a fraction of second, the bullet traveling straight through Dirk’s heart, killing him instantly. Dirk remained on his feet however, watching as his body tumbled forward, blood splattering down the alleyway, a look of absolute horror on Gretchen’s face. Dirk turned away from his body to see the homeless man, Jim, ru...
I moaned on the long thick cockstem in my throat, making the head twitch, my lips tightening round the base, as the leathery, tiny scaled, living whip cracked lightly across the full width of my bottom. The huge balls of the Snake-demon upon whose cock I was eagerly nurselling pressed against my chin a little harder as his tail arched more strongly, his stra...