Page 9 of Night Tales

"Oh, such a dirty girl. You're sopping wet for me."

He pressed the base of his hand against my clit, and I moaned in pleasure. If he could keep doing that a few more moments I could combust. But he chuckled and removed his hand from my mons. I felt empty and betrayed. I was at his mercy and that was getting me hornier still. Finally, he removed my bra and then lowered my panties, kissing my legs as he lowered the garment.

"Perfection."

"Take me, I'm yours."

He wouldn't take his eyes off me. He squeezed my breasts, a little harder than was comfortable, but that just made my pussy throb. Then he used his thumb to draw circles around my clit. My body responded immediately to that by making me push my hips forward. I knew he was toying with me, but I didn't care, all I cared about was getting my release and hopefully being ravished thoroughly by this delicious demon.

Because, of course he was a demon. He must have cast a spell on me. I have never felt desire like this for another being. I dared to look into his eyes, and they were still glowing red. I didn't care, soon we were going to be joined as one. Suddenly, he was on his knees and he took my bundle of nerves into his mouth. He started suckling it, and I could see the delight on his face.

The pleasure was indescribable, and I put my hands on his head to keep it where it was. I wanted more of this. I started getting close to the finish line and I let him know it.

"Don't stop, I'm going to come."

And of course, he stopped immediately. A mischievous look on his face. He wiped his face with his hand and took my hand in his and led me back to the couch. He made me lie down, and I put my hands behind my head and opened my legs, offering myself to him. He started taking his clothes off and I could see his chest full of tattoos. They looked like demonic symbols, but I was no expert.

He took his pants and underwear off, and I took in a breath. He was so well endowed and so beautiful all over. His dick was hard and smooth at the same time, and I could see his balls hanging below it. I wanted to play with them, but I didn't know if he'd let me. He took himself in hand and pumped a few times.

"This is what you do to me, sweet girl."

There was pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock and I don't think I've ever seen anything more scrumptious than that. I wanted it in my mouth. I longed for the salty taste. He hadn't let go of his member when he said something that shattered me.

"I'm going to take you fast and hard, sweet girl."

"Yes, please."

Before I knew it, he was between my legs and his cock was angled towards the entrance of my pussy. He teased my slit, stroking the head of his cock from my hole to my clit several times. I pushed my hips forward to let him know I was ready for him, then he was filling me up completely. He pushed my legs further apart to get closer to me and I gasped as I felt the base of his cock against my clit and his balls right on my ass.

"You ready?"

All I could do was nod and grab a hold of him, which is what I did. And he started riding me. He kept his promise and rode me hard. My moans of pleasure filled the halls of his little bookstore, and I wondered if the neighbors could hear. It wouldn't matter if they could, I was enjoying being possessed by this being.

The pleasure was so intense I started scratching his back. I think I was drawing blood but I couldn't stop myself.

"Yes, keep doing that, sweet girl. Tear my back apart." He screamed.

So I did. I was hurting him, but I didn't care because the pleasure was all I could think about. His thrusting became faster, and I grabbed onto him as tight as I could. Then the world went black for me and I passed out from the best orgasm of my life. When I came to, I was in his arms. I looked up to see his face, and another flash appeared in front of his features. A death, but not his. Mine.

"Yes, sweet girl, that is right. I am death and it's time all those souls you gathered for me come home, along with yours."

It seems I'd found my match after all.

Pleasure Genie

Iroam the dusty hallways of the only library in my city, Alexandria. The city is flourishing but my mother, may she rest her soul, always told me the path to success was found in learning. So in my time off as a seamstress, I come and read as much as I can from the books in the library. The stories that I find in them take me away from this place and my difficult life.

Having almost no family to speak of makes for a very lonely life. So it's just my sister Pixie and I. But I haven't told her what I'm really looking for in the library. A book of magic that will alleviate my loneliness and quench the desires of my body. The problem is, this library is huge and there are no sections for magic or the occult. I know because I asked and was given very stern looks.

No matter. I know the book exists and today, just as I have done every day for the past ten years, I search. I see a door that looks unfamiliar. Have I seen it before? I don't think so. Looking around to see if anyone else is here, I approach the doorcarefully. When I get to it, I try to get a glimpse of the books that are there.

My heart starts beating faster when I see something about spells and potions, so I go inside the room and skim through the spines of the books. Some are in languages I do not understand, but most are in my language. After a couple of hours of searching, I realize I need a more organized way to search. If I just jump from one book to the next I'll never finish searching and will probably miss the book I'm looking for.

The next few days I make sure to track what I've seen and what's pending. It's hard work and I can only do about two hours per day, but I'm relentless in my search. It takes me about two weeks to get to a book that might hold promise. It talks about different kinds of magics and one of them refers to genies.

This! This is what I'm looking for. Genies grant wishes. The book I'm holding says genies can also be called Djinn and I remember seeing a book that had that name on it. It takes me a bit to go back through the other books and then I find it, alone in a corner. The binding is expensive, and it looks like it was made just yesterday.

I open it up to a random page and see pages and pages of beautiful men and women or I guess genies. I hear footsteps outside of the door and I close the book and hide it inside my cloth bag. One of the caretakers of the library sees me and frowns.

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