Crazy.

Crazy was a huge understatement.

William didn't know quite what to think. He wasn't a believer in demons and the supernatural. There simply wasn't any tangible evidence, as far as he knew. If you had asked him only a week ago if a demon really existed, he would have scoffed, if politely, and ignored the person as a fundamentalist idiot.

Now, though, he had been assigned guard duty over an object. He was sure the details were carefully classified so that none of the security leaks could be traced, but even in a secretive and close-lipped organization as this was, it spread quickly that he was guarding something "unholy."

That, naturally, increased his curiosity. How had this entity been captured and secured? What did it really look like? How did it feed, where had it come from? If the creature truly was as evil as people made it out, what exactly did that mean?

He was only the night guard, though. He could only imagine. He would most likely not get to see the thing at all.

His colleagues had told him some crazy stories. Its existence alone was almost unreal; they said it was a huge beast. About four meters, and built like an ancient statue. Enormous wings, folded and twisted down against its back. Hands and feet tipped in savage talons. Red, blazing, piercing eyes. Jaws and fangs of a great predator, a hunter, and killer that fed off men and women, lured them into deathtraps, and absorbed their lust through unnatural sorcery, then slowly and agonizingly killed its prey by draining its energy.

William was pretty skeptical.

But it was supposed to be down in the lowest levels of the basement with highest security, in a reinforced box. Only authorized persons could enter its chamber; even for the armed guards it was sealed until needed.

But even if William didn't quite believe his co-workers (who sounded quite superstitious to him, a young atheist and rationalist), when the thing escaped and came toward his corridor...

Well... it made his blood freeze.

If this wasn't a demon from hell, then he wasn't sure he knew anything anymore.

The organization had very clear methods for emergencies - emergencies that included the escape of dangerous creatures. Their existence was not supposed to leak out of the government containment unit, so the moment one escaped, all the doors were immediately locked and a red alarm painted every room and corridor.

It was likely that the escaped creature would be trapped in a room with an employee, and the form that William was forced to sign - a risk form, taking the responsibility off the organization's back - told him that it was preferable for an employee to die than for the creature to set foot outside the building. He did not really know how well he could trust a bunch of scientists, who apparently weren't too keen on paying damage or survivor's compensation, with such high risks as this one was showing, but hey... the pay was great, so...

He just didn't think the risk would be too great for him, the guy manning the front desk. What could happen at reception? He wasn't a guard in any containment unit, he didn't go anywhere near those supposed creatures or government secrets...

So he certainly hadn't counted on being stuck in the reception, with a giant, growling demon coming straight for him, hungry and angry.

In all truth, he wasn't quite sure what a real demon was supposed to look like, but when he heard the monstrous roar coming from behind the metal gates that kept the rest of the base secure, he'd turned white and shaken. It looked pretty unholy and supernatural to him.

He should've known to have run away immediately. Instead, his brain shut down and he merely watched with a kind of morbid fascination, unable to tear himself away from the beast.

He didn't even scream. He watched and tried to think of a good, rational explanation. None came.

When the demon came for him, he thought, oddly, "This is probably it."

Not very poetic, not very epic, not exactly the last thoughts you'd think someone's thinking when his body would probably soon be lying dead somewhere, but he was tired and hungry and thirsty and a bit freaked-out, and he had given up trying to fight at the same moment he stopped his eyes on the exaggerated muscles, the predator's head and the fangs.

And then the beast stopped. It watched him with squeezed eyes, suddenly seeming so calm.

The surrounding doors were already closed and William had only to wait for the soldiers to find him and shoot down the beast, and the red light was making his thoughts heavy.

But the creature looked at him with those two piercing orbs and its eyelids lowered. Something crossed its face. Was it a smirk?

Suddenly, William had to move back because a strong and dense wave of lust and heat exploded from the demon and entered him.

As if he had taken a drink from a liquor bottle, William's limbs seemed to suddenly burn, his skin shivered and prickled and his bones became more pliable, giving way for a sudden flush of warmth and want.

"I see you're still lucid," the demon said and its tongue ran out of its mouth to wet its dry lips. Then the demon moved forward with slow, deliberately heavy steps and William shirked, jumping back behind his desk, and pushing the chair into the creature's way.

The demon, however, was unimpressed. It picked up the chair and, breaking it apart, tossed the bits away with careless strength. It kept approaching until its abdomen rested against the edge of William's desk.

"Please," he stammered, "I'll do anything you want. Just... leave me alive. Don't..." he didn't complete his sentence.

The demon, crouching, now moved one of its heavy, muscular, long-clawed hands along the smooth surface of the desk. One long black finger tilted William's chin up, drawing his frightened gaze upwards.

"Yes..." he whispered. "That's what I thought. You seem very healthy, human. Young and in his prime. I have been confined for so long... you wouldn't deprive a poor, miserable demon of his one and only chance of living freely, would you?"

The tone in its voice was deep, gravelly, husky. Almost seductive. And all that talk about lust, and having been confined for so long... thinking, contemplating a monster... it made William's head go dizzy and spin.

"I don't wanna die," he said. His hands tightened into fists as his heart thumped harder in his chest. The creature's own heart started to pump faster, louder. Its muscles flexed.

"You don't have to die, William..." it drawled, reading his name tag, "I can take from you without killing you. I could kill you in many other, painful ways but, no... I like my prey alive and warm..."

William's breaths sped up. His mind grew cloudy as the air was saturated with lust; something so hypnotic about his eyes...

"That's right..." the creature grinned, "Willing." Its hand slipped out, fingers sliding, digging gently, slowly into William's shirt, teasing and exploring, sliding downwards towards his hip, feeling out the tight jeans.

William blushed but couldn't look away, his jaw slackening. He could feel his pants growing tighter; his arousal, sharp, pressed against the hard denim, and his breath came out shaky.

That wasn't normal. Even if William found another man attractive enough to want a round in the sheets with him, the thing looking at him wasn't a man, at least not one with flesh and blood; it was a supernatural being, a demon... an immortal creature from a dark, unknown world... a monster, and he shouldn't have been turned on... yet still he felt a fluttering deep inside, an urge and anticipation that wasn't unpleasant or frightening.

"What are you doing to me?" William muttered, feeling more and more hazy.

"Call it a survival strategy." It lifted a bushy eyebrow, leering at his trapped employee. "I've been starving these days and weeks and months... you have no idea what kind of... needs a demon like myself has..."

The bulge was growing larger in William's pants; he could feel his cock pulsing, thickening, pushing insistently at his zipper. His body temperature rose and his teeth sunk into his lower lip as he tried to control his responses.

He let out a small noise when the demon's thumb trailed across his covered hard-on. A hot flash ran through his body and a moan tumbled out of his mouth.

"What-"

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

William didn't answer; but his erection rubbed hard against the denim, and his body pulsed with eagerness.

The creature didn't give him time. Leaning closer, a heavy arm swung and pinned William against the table, a clawed finger ripping apart the tough fabric that imprisoned William's throbbing member.

His entire body went tight. Every inch of his skin hummed and sang, vibrating as he struggled to catch a full breath. "W-what the…" he said, shaking his head. He didn't feel in control - he should be running. He should be trying to make this stop, trying to hide. Instead, he was leaning into the heavyweight of the creature, thrusting his hips forward, inviting him.

The demon chuckled as William tried to fight against the magic. He groaned when a large palm cupped him, squeezing tightly around him, rolling his balls between two clawed fingers.

"Tell me, human, is it against your rules? Is this the type of behavior you would be expected to have in your position?" The demon punctuated his question with a quick squeeze of William's shaft, the claw scraping so lightly along his sensitive underside, causing his breath to falter. "Doesn't feel like it matters much, hmm?" The claw flicked over the tip of his penis, sending an arc of heat racing through him. He groaned, thrusting up against the pressure, not sure where his brain and his dick diverged. He knew he didn't have any real attraction to men - he had never had the urge to date them, but this thing in front of him had such control over his thoughts he didn't care.

His dick was stiff as steel, demanding attention, and the longer that the demon played with his slit, the stronger his desire became.

William felt the creature's hand sliding across his length, inching upwards to wrap around him once more and he opened his mouth in a gasp.

"Turn around," the demon demanded.

William complied; he turned around slowly, bracing his arms against the edge of his desk and taking a shaky breath. His hairline was soaked with sweat and he shuddered as he leaned over, a nervous beat rippling through him as the creature's magic drew his brain into the act.

"Bend over," the monster rasped behind him, and William moved obediently.

The creature grasped William's waist and tugged at him. The pull was rough and violent, and with his mind made malleable and submissive by the creature, William allowed himself to be manipulated and pushed into position.

His hands rested on the flat surface of the table, his spine curving down as he thrust his ass towards the demon. He spread his thighs, bending down with his chest flat against the desk, presenting his rear.

A soft touch glided from the nape of his neck, down his arched back, until it reached his buttocks, resting at the base of his spine.

William blushed furiously; here he was, in his place of employment, bent over like a whore. Shame and guilt flooded his brain, telling him to run, hide, to try and protect himself from further damage.

And yet...

The heat rising in him, spreading all over his body, tingling every inch of skin as the pleasure shot through him was far too much to push away. It took his shame and swept it away with a cool breeze, urging his blood and his libido higher and higher, keeping his brain clouded in a heady cloud. His pulse echoed in his ears, pumping harder and faster as a claw ran up the back of his thigh.

"Open wide," the creature husked, and with a groan, William's knees went weak and slack, spreading wide to open up his body. He was embarrassed to realize that his opening had gone winking and twitching, aching and pulsing and hungry for something to fill him.

And while he knew this wasn't his usual way of thinking - his thoughts were far too detached from his body and not an ounce of resistance could make him fight anymore - all that he could do was rock his hips, encouraging the thing behind him to press up against him, to fill him and possess him and finish him.

Suddenly the creature's fingers curled up and, digging a claw gently into the fabric, it ripped William's underwear in half.

The demon was so huge WIlliam could only imagine its dick and its girth; probably enormous, perhaps shaped with the devilish intent of inflicting more and more pleasure on its willing prey... William, whose thoughts weren't his anymore, trembled with impatience, his entrance winking and squelching hungrily.

With one fluid gesture, the demon thrust forward, piercing the guard.

William, moaning loudly, felt as if a dozen blades had impaled him; his eyes shot wide open and his lungs stopped working, air punched out from his insides - the beast's phallus was massive, especially for someone as virgin as he was -, his body rigid, his jaw slacked, his mind full of stars.

The penetration was ruthless and hasty; the beast's member was shaped and pointed at the tip, made to push in, reach far and explore and brush sensitive spots; William's inner tunnel immediately responded to the sudden entrance by expanding and going elastic, soft and pliable around the invading demon member and squeezing with great force.

"Hurts so good, doesn't it?" the monster whispered into his ear, making him shiver, before thrusting again - a savage movement, a violent explosion of new sensations for him, making him cry out. "But you, now, will feel only pleasure."

And then the pain died down, quickly and suddenly replaced by pure and seething pleasure.

Every muscle, every vessel, every particle of his body seemed to obey, his head was dizzy, his heart thudded hard against his chest as an immense rush of euphoria sent his brain swimming in ecstasy, causing his thighs to quake, his entrance to clench and suck with fervor.

It was like no feeling in the world. And when the demon moved his hips again, withdrawing out slowly, tantalizingly, his pleasure magnifying at each shift of the thick girth, he let out a helpless wail, arching his back down. His head bowed, mouth open, saliva falling onto the shiny table and it felt so good...

William was suddenly drowning in so much need his senses spun. It was more intense than when a woman made him shiver in pleasure. It was deeper, sharper, and more consuming. The beast's cock seemed to take control, causing an alarming speed at which his climax grew closer.

"You can't..." William grunted, moans escaping his lips, his entire body quivering. He pushed up into the monster, desperately thrusting his hips back in a greedy, impish and insatiable lust.

"I can't?" The demon rocked its hips, spearing him completely and letting him feel just how vulnerable and open he was, the stretch beyond human limits causing his brain to flicker off with a blinding surge of white fire, his muscles burning up with the sensation and his own cock lurching hard between his legs. "Is this what I can't do, then, human?" It paused, just pressing its cock deep, staying there.

WIllow could feel himself shaking; he clenched around the shaft buried to the root within his body, feeling almost uncomfortably full. He didn't realize he was pushing backwards with his hips until a huge, hot palm reached out and landed firmly on his ass, holding him in place. The sudden stimulation almost caused him to yelp, especially when the cock inside him slid almost entirely out before rocking forwards to shove William up the desk.

The demon grinned and released an almost euphoric sound when its swollen, heavy phallus pressed against his prostate. A wail burst out of his mouth, loud, obscene, helpless.

And his cries were music to the creature's ears: it had been long - far too long.

William didn't know if he felt disgusted for having the best sex of his life with a demon but it was hard to resist the spell it had put over him, the pressure in his chest that forced him to get ever closer to climax and let go of his sanity.

There was little else William could think to say. He tried to remember he should struggle, at least for show - the thing had him enspelled with its demonic lust spell. But the beast could sense the desire deep in William's psyche, how he enjoyed the power, the strength, the sheer power the demon used to control his body and claim him... and he couldn't deny himself that pleasure, even for a minute.

WIlliam shivered; the thing was incredible, his pleasure growing more and more with each stroke; every roll of its hips made his vision flash and his pulse beat, an obscene bliss sweeping through his mind as its heavy length pumped inside of him.

And William let himself drown. He let the feelings wash over his brain, blocking his reason as pleasure was unleashed to every fiber of his being. The creature slammed against him and the waves of heat that overpowered him came harder and sharper as the demon stretched him, claiming and marking him as his prey, thrusting against his prostate.

He was filled up, plugged up, stuffed so completely he didn't know how much his ass was able to take, his erection rubbing hard and hot against the edge of his table, spilling precum with every rut against him.

His insides clenched greedily around the creature, and all that he wanted was to feel himself getting used like this, fucked out, a rag-doll to be exploited and toyed and screwed like this. He moaned, losing control of the noise.

This was beyond his control.

The sensations of the demon sliding back and forth within his body...