Page 55 of Cuddly Demon

All at once, his tight hole clenches around me and he wails, his orgasm rolling through him like a wave.

I follow shortly after, spilling my cum deep inside him.

We collapse against the alley, panting and exhausted.

"I'm so glad you agreed to my fantasy," Saint gushes, running his fingers down my chest. "Sex in public is so hot to me."

Saint is learning a lot about himself. Now that he's not a virgin, he's eager to explore his sexuality and find out what turns him on. From wild public sex fantasies to BDSM-inspired role play, Saint is learning more and more about himself with each passing day.

I'm so proud of him for embracing this newfound freedom and exploring his desires without shame or fear.

Two nights ago, we spent hours discussing our desires, our conversation becoming more and more wild.

Saint imagines a life full of adventure like he's read about in books. He dreams of going on safari in Africa or exploring the ruins of ancient civilizations in South America. I can see his eyes twinkle with excitement when he talks about these fantastical ideas.

The best part?

I can give him the life he wants.

As a demon, human limitations mean nothing to me.

With me in his life, Saint can go anywhere.

I help Saint off the ground. "You're a wild one."

"I'm practicing for when I descend to Hell with you," Saint teases. "I'll be surrounded by sinners so I need to get a little freakier."

I roll my eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that Hell isn't full of malefactors?"

"You say that," Saint begins, "but I'll have to believe it when I see it."

I push out a sigh, shaking my head. "Hell isn't what you think it is," I explain, taking his hand in mine. "Yes, there are sinners down there, but they're not suffering or burning in agony. As I've tried to tell you, Hell is actually a place of pleasure and fulfillment. It's an escape from the mundane world of reality and a chance to explore the depths of your soul."

"Can I explore all my fantasies and desires without worry about society's expectations?"

"Of course. Sometimes, people come to Hell to let go of their inhibitions and embrace their truest selves."

Saint grins. "So, it is full of deviants. I knew it."

I pause for a moment, then snort. "There are some deviants. In Hell, there are no limits. You can be whoever you want to be and do whatever you desire. Anything that brings pleasure is embraced here—from wild sex parties to intense BDSM scenes; from exploring new fetishes to indulging in forbidden desires; from trying exotic drinks to participating in dangerous rituals—anything goes. But it's also a place of beauty and magic."

Saint looks at me in awe, his eyes wide with amazement.

"You make it sound so wonderful," he whispers.

I take his hand and squeeze it gently. "It is—it truly is."

I lead in and kiss him. Saint surrenders to me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and exploring me with wild abandon.

I kiss him back, lost in his embrace and suddenly aware that I have to marry this boy.

My heart swells with emotion and I pull away, smiling.

"Let's go to Hell," Saint says, his voice full of wonder. "I'm ready to get over my fears and do it."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sick of being afraid of trying new things. Yeah, I'm sure."