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The camera darted around the girls as they descended into panic in the dark cave. Then the camera landed on one of the girls but standing directly behind her was a strange mutated-looking humanoid. A loud screech and screams erupted from the tv followed by yelps from the audience. You were one of those who yelped but you also latched onto the demon sitting next to you, wrapping yourself around his arm holding on for dear life. He merely chuckled and grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it to reassure you.
“Heh. You’re pretty cute when you’re frightened,” he teased quietly into your ear. You wanted to smack him, but you didn’t want to let go so you decided just to grumble at him instead. This backfired, of course, because he just chuckled again.
You hid your head in his shoulder as best you could as the movie continued. He stroked his thumb over the hand he held trying to calm you down. Then he leaned over and whispered in your ear. “I know a good way to distract you if you’d like. But you have to be quiet, ok?” His voice was husky, making you shiver for an entirely different reason. He planted a quick kiss on your temple before releasing his hold on your hand.
His hand slipped under the blanket that lay across your lap. It glided across your thigh as it made its way under your clothing and between your legs. You quietly whimpered when he stroked you once before retreating. No one else in the room heard you, though you could have brushed it off as being scared from the movie anyways. Satan hushed you quietly.
The movie played on, but your attention was solely on the demon’s hand stroking your sex. He would brush against that perfect spot and you would squirm trying not to make any noise. His strokes moved faster and faster building your pleasure quickly. Soft pants and other little noises tumbled carelessly from your lips. Your climax was fast approaching and the smug smirk on Satan’s face proved he knew it.
A loud noise from the tv startled you, which was followed by another yelp from a few others in the room. Suddenly a moan left your lips and you instantly buried your head in Satan’s shoulder before more could slip past. Satan slowly eased you through your orgasm before his hand retreated. You felt messy and disgusting and all you wanted to do was go change clothes.
You were just about to get up to flee the room when Satan gripped your thigh. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the scary monster,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
You buried your head into his shoulder, once again, whimpering. “You’re so mean,” you scolded the demon for forcing you to stay. You would have to get him back for that.