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Pip Pirrip has always had an interest in the occult ever since he was a little boy. It probably stemmed from the fact that he’s been so lonesome all throughout his youth; he found comfort in it in some strange way. Born an orphan bouncing from foster home to foster home, he found a permanent “home” residing in South Park, Colorado. It wasn’t your typical family by all means, a religious family who took in foster children and let them go once they turned eighteen. They weren’t terrible people but they were quite cold, and expected you to be beside them for church every Sunday.
He didn’t mind church much; it was an excuse to socialize even if people pretended to like him. Before starting high school, he was a member of the boy’s choir that took place at the local cathedral, after going through puberty he found that his voice didn’t sound as angelic as it once was. The only boy that was even remotely friendly to him during choir was a perfect golden blonde boy named Gregory. Calling him friendly is an overstatement, but he was the only one who didn’t outright pick on him. After Pip quit however Gregory mostly ignored him during school hours.
All throughout his life he never understood why it was so hard for him to get along with anyone, let alone long enough to consider someone a friend. Maybe it was the way he talked or the way he dressed. Maybe just him as a person altogether.
During his final year of high-school he toyed with the idea of ending his own life. He always dreamed of getting out of Colorado and finally starting his life but that once bright dream dried up just like the rest of his adolescence. ‘What a waste.’, he’d think to himself whenever he would muster up enough courage to write a note or think of ways he would do it. Whenever he’d seriously start to plan it out, Pip would have a panic attack and pray to god for forgiveness for even amusing such blasphemous thoughts.
After realizing he’d be rejected from all of his chosen universities, he realized that instead of trying to make friends he probably should have been focused on studying. Pip started to fall deeper and deeper into depression and more into the world of the occult. In his eyes it was too late for him to continue to apply to schools. Once he turned eighteen he had nowhere else to go; no future, no prospects and nobody that would give a damn about him. He’d spend hours and sleepless nights reading and researching demons and how to summon them, even making day trips to Denver to gather supplies from the odd shops that resided there.
Pip usually did his summoning attempts in the woods just past Stark’s pond during weekends. It didn’t matter if it was rain or shine, he would continue to put his all into this no matter how much blood he’d lose. Even if nothing was happening, Pip truly believed that something or someone has to see how hard he’s trying for an entity to answer. After his many failed attempts he would lay in the summoning circle looking up into the trees and listening to the sounds around him. It was calming hearing the sounds of leaves and animals around him. It almost made him feel not so utterly alone.
One Sunday morning Pip put all his mediocre acting skills into pretending to be sick and miss going to church. He’s never once missed a service all throughout living with his foster family. They allowed it and didn’t suspect a thing. At least he was alone, it was so rare for him to be completely solitary in this household. Judging from the usual routine the family did which was attending service, going out for breakfast then finishing off the morning with some charity work he knew he would have a few hours of zero distractions or disturbances.
The home Pip lived in for the majority of his life was on the "wrong side of the tracks" just outside of town. An old farmhouse with plenty of yard space for kids to run around, yet still within walking distance from most amenities. Everyone in school called it the shitty part of town but it wasn’t that bad, he assumed it was more affordable for his foster parents out here. He carefully watched them leave from his small bedroom window, all piling into the station wagon, dressed in their Sunday best before disappearing down the dirt road.
Once he was positive they were gone he reached under his bed for the old shoe box he kept all his supplies in, minus the books. He shared a room with one of his foster brothers so there wasn’t much free floor space. After rearranging some of the furniture to give himself just enough room on the bare hardwood floor, he was ready to begin. Before starting the ritual, he quickly grabbed the wooden cross above the door frame and shoved it into the desk drawer.
Looking into the mirror that resided on the same desk he reaches to the back of his scalp and twiddles some of his light blonde locks between his fingers. ‘It’s getting quite long isn’t it?’, he thinks to himself before cutting off a small section of hair with small scissors. Pip was trying something new this time. He had never done a ritual inside before; he’s excited yet nervous and almost confident it’ll work. He begins by lighting candles positioned in a circle, then grabs a small pocket knife out of the shoe box. He rolls up his left sleeve to his already brutally scarred wrist; after discovering that cutting the palm of your hand so often isn’t the best for when it comes to doing household and classroom tasks, he has moved on to using the blood from his wrists. It definitely hurt when he’d use his fluids for occult purposes but it was also soothing.
He slices a section of his almost flawless porcelain skin just enough to get the blood flowing and starts to draw a pentagram along the candles. Looking between one of his summoning books and the hardwood floor making sure his positioning is correct. After double checking his work he places the aforementioned lock of hair in the center of the pentagram.
Taking a deep breath, he begins to speak starting in Latin keeping his tone steady and confident. There’s a slight breeze filtering in and out of the room, or it could just be the open window. After speaking in what may sound like tongues to an outside ear, Pip finishes with “From the deepest of hell I summon thee…to take my soul for whoever it may please…”
Suddenly the once lit candles immediately go out one at a time in the circle, the place that once caressed his bundled hair is now a hole in the ground with dull flames flickering from within. Slowly but swiftly a slim black-haired boy with slightly pointed ears pops out of what presumes to be a gateway to the world below. Once the boy’s feet dressed in perfectly shined pointed boots hit the hardwood floor the gateway closes.
Pip can’t help but stare in awe, he can’t believe that after all of his fruitless attempts it's finally happened, a demon standing within his bedroom, a handsome one in fact. He feels heavy tears swelling and promptly wipes them away before falling. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself.
The handsome devil is the first to speak; “Who dares summon me, you’re either incredibly powerful or just plain stupid-” He pauses, studying Pip up and down his tone changes from a stern voice to a casual tone. “Wait, don’t I know you?”
Raising himself off the floor, Pip studies the demon the same as he was seconds ago. He blushes at the realization that yes, he has met this young fellow before; how could he possibly forget. Damien Thorn, a boy who was briefly in his third-grade class during elementary school. The same boy he thought he had befriended until like everyone else turned on him set fire to his clothes to make a mockery of him in order to gain popularity with his peers.
“Y-yes… we have met before, many years ago, you were in my class but you moved soon after. You said your father moved around a lot.” Pip covers his mouth, if his memory serves this boy, Damien is the son of the devil himself. He’s thankful his mouth is covered, he can’t stop himself from smiling. The offspring of Satan is the demon he called and who answered him.
“Right, uh Philip, right? No, Pip?”
“Philip or Pip is fine.”
“Then I shall call you Pip.” Damien nods. “So why am I here?”
Pip wasn’t expecting to come face to face with someone he once knew, he’s almost embarrassed about his request. “Well…you see um…”
“Spit it out Pip.” The demon boy crosses his arm and tilts his hip almost as if he’s bored already.
He takes another deep breath to steady himself “I summoned you to offer my soul, you see I have no use for it. I’m too much of a coward to end my life so I thought I’d offer it to someone who might make use of it.”
This seems to have caught Damien’s attention, he may even appear in disbelief. “What are you saying? That you hate your pathetic life so much that you’re willing to give it up to a demon?”
“Yes, I’ve thought long and hard about it like I already expressed my existence is rather sad. Any dreams I had died long ago and any hopes of making something of myself appears impossible. It feels like a waste to throw away my life, however, I thought that maybe, well, from what I’ve read that demons make use of humans’ souls. At least in that way I’d be useful to someone.”
Damien’s piercing deep wine-colored eyes hadn’t left Pip’s the whole time he was speaking.
“Please don’t feel pity for me, I've already come to terms with it!” Pip says in an optimistic manner.
“You’re much too beautiful to give up your soul, it’s too pure.” Damien replies.
“O-oh! Oh, my thank you very much!” Pip’s never even been called handsome before let alone beautiful.
“I’ve watched you, every so often.” Damien jumps out of the circle to step closer to Pip. “I always thought you were pretty, I’d look at you from that tree outside.” He gestures to the small window. “I wondered if you ever even remembered me.”
“Of course, I remember you! How could I forget erm…the boy that set me ablaze.”
“...Right, did you draw that pentagram with your blood?”
“Yes! I did!” Pip holds up his wrist to show him. “Ah! please don’t worry about the other cuts, these are from my previous efforts at contacting.”
As he starts to put his wrist down Damien grabs it aggressively, his hands are surprisingly big it feels as if he could break his frail carpus without much of a fight. He loosens his grip and gently kisses the fresh wound before carnally licking up the crusted flesh, his forked tongue lapping up everything it can.
Pip's knees feel weak, faint squeaks escape his lips. “Wha…what made you answer this time…”
Damien stops desperately licking at his wrist, but doesn’t let go. “Your hair.”
“My hair? What about my hair?”
“Most idiots or amateur Satanists offer blood, usually not even their own or something cliché like a headless chicken. You offered me your body theoretically, your blood and hair even tears. If someone is that dedicated I thought I’d check them out. I just didn’t expect it’d be you.”
“I’m glad it was you who answered…I feel good about where my soul will be for all eternity.” He offers Damien a kind smile.
“I never agreed to taking your soul.” Damien says cynically.
“Huh? What? Why not! I did everything right! You even said it’s pure… That should be perfect then, is it not?”
“Exactly, it’s too pure. I specialize in people more in the corrupt field.”
Pip is genuinely surprised at how nonchalant this demon, no Damien is acting. “I don’t believe this! I offer you my mind, body and soul and you won’t have anything to do with it!”
“You offer me your body?” Damien asks.
“Yes! I said I submit to you my mind, body- “
Before Pip could finish his sentence, Damien grabbed both of his wrists pinning him directly into his worn mattress. He places a knee in between his legs. In his confusion Pip looks up at Damien, his eyes look hungry as if he’s a sacrificial lamb fallen prey to the wolf. His mouth is open, breathing heavily, almost dripping drool onto his face.
Damien releases one of the blonde's wrists to heavily press into the smaller blonde, just below the ribs. “I want this, I want your body. You said I could have it, did you not?”
This isn’t at all what Pip expected all throughout his tiring efforts of contacting the other side. Sure, he knew it was a possible risk reading up on how promiscuous some demons and or succubi can be but he never thought he would be deemed appealing enough to be consumed by one!
“If you desire my body I’m more than willing to give it to you however you should know I have no prior experience with these sorts of things!”
“That’s perfect…” Damien says, now hovering his lips right above Pips.
Right as the taller boy begins pressing his lips against the pure virgin below he’s intercepted by Pip’s hands. “I’m sorry! It’s just that my family could return at a moment’s notice and it would be rather um...embarrassing for them to see me like this…”
Damien groans and pushes Pip’s hands off of his mouth, crashing their lips together. It’s not very romantic, Pip thinks, but it’s warm. “If you’re so worried about them I’ll make their car blow up so we’ll have more time.” Damien huffs.
“Please no! I mean if you must do such a thing, let it be so that no one gets harmed!”
“Your innocence and caring for others is so unadulterated it’s almost sickening, but if you insist, fine. No one will be harmed.”
“Thank you, I don’t know how I could live with myself if something happened to th- “Abruptly his lips are occupied once more, Damien nudging at his lips to open wider. He allows the motion and lets Damien’s intrusive tongue enter his mouth.
Pip’s not completely clueless as he lets on, he’s seen pornographic images, videos and the works. He knows what’s happening, what the movements are and he’s allowing it. He wants this just as much as he presumes Damien does. His mouth feels as if it’s on fire, the sucking and the biting is painful but pleasurable all at once, his lips feel plump yet raw.
Leaving a trail of spit behind their lips, the demon boy jerks the knee that was hastily placed between Pip’s legs. He yelps, and of course Damien notices his growing erection. After all that kissing he couldn’t help himself. Before Pip could apologize for the embarrassment that is his own erection, Damien slides his hands under Pip’s thighs bringing his knees close to his face. Damien was looking directly at his clothed crotch, panting.
“I’m like you, you know…” Damien heavily respires. “Not as skilled as most of my peers in this field.”
“Oh! Well I’m honored to be able to share this experience with you!” Pip smiles down at him.
That appeared to aggravate Damien for some reason, his brows furrowed. “How can you take this so lightly; an unholy beast is about to take your innocence and you’re smiling about it?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m terribly sorry, I mean in some way I am happy by all this. That someone who is, in your own words, an ‘Unholy beast’, believes I’m worthy enough to lay with him.”
“I’m tired of speaking, you’re making my head dizzy.”, he says while taking hold of Pip’s undergarments waistband and tugging it down assertively, throwing them off the bed.
The abrupt change of temperature to Pip’s nether region is enough to make him whimper. The feminine noises escaping his lips seem to please his newfound mate.
Damien takes his time descending his mouth onto Pip’s cock, his forked tongue making swirling motions along the shaft. Making an over the top popping noise while letting go. “I quite like how small yours is, it’s rather cute.” He smirks and continues bobbing effortlessly.
Despite being mocked for his size, Pip’s mind is pleasantly hazy. His usual melancholic thoughts are replaced with Damien and the intense pleasure he’s feeling below. “I don’t know how long I can last, it just feels too nice.” He says rolling his hips to the rhythm of Damien pleasuring him.
“I don’t want you to come yet.” Damien demands, his lips now making their way down to Pip’s backside. He was almost gentle while he was sucking Pip off but that tenderness faded once he began viciously licking and fingering Pip’s entrance.
It burns, he can feel every imperfection along Damien’s fingers; the hangnails are the worst. “You’re so tight, I can’t wait to make a mess of you.” Hearing those words sends a shiver down Pip’s spine. It felt as if his body loosened up immediately, allowing the foreign objects to enter him with sudden ease. When his hole would begin to feel dry, Damien would immediately drool or spit against it making it slick once more. Once he got past the third finger his insides felt as if they were melting. The intense heat quickly spread all over his body. He couldn’t stand the feeling of sweat soaking into his shirt any longer and tossed it aside leaving himself completely exposed.
Damien watched intensely from below, eyes drawn to his erect nipples. The whole idea of what was unfolding was extremely erotic to Pip, the devils committing acts of sodomy with someone as pitiful as him.
Looking satisfied with his work Damien removes himself from the depths of Pip’s insides, the bottom half of his face glistening with fluids he had extracted effortlessly. His dark hair is disheveled, and Pip can’t help but believe this is the most unsettling yet beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“I don’t mean to be a bother, but can you please undress also?” Pip asks, sitting up now so that his knees are tucked underneath himself. “I just want to see all of you, like how you’re seeing all of me.”
“You say you’re a virgin, yet you’re saying such seductive things.” Not leaving the bed Damien, starts removing his clothing beginning with his black long-sleeved shirt. Pip’s baby blues rapidly dart all over Damien’s chest and just above his jean’s hemline. He discards his bottom layer leaving only dark colored underwear. Pip can already see the outline of his cock, it looks imposing and heavy almost like it can hardly keep itself up.
“Having impure thoughts Pip?” Damien gives him a smug look.
“Well yes! I’m sorry to be so blunt, but yes!”
“Tell me about them then.” The finger tips that were beginning to pull down the last layer between himself and Damien’s cock stop.
He can feel the heat blooming against his cheeks. “Isn’t it obvious what I’m thinking about!” Pip gestures towards Damien’s crotch. “I’m thinking…about you…inside… leaving my organs in shambles…”
“In shambles huh? Is that what you desire?”
Pip bites his lip, looking to the empty spot on the wall that the wooden cross once hung. “Yes, more than anything.”
Damien wastes no time shedding his last bit of fabric. Pip could barely take it all in before he was pushed onto his back, lips being ravished once again. There was more passion put into this kiss, still aggressive and sloppy but Pip didn’t mind it. He loved the feeling of Damien’s pointed teeth ripping into his lips. His tongue was a lot shorter than his, leaving Damien to take charge in leading the kisses. Mouths suction cupped together, tongues dancing and Pip gasping for air every so often.
Pip takes notice of his mates’ substantial cock resting delicately against his boney hipbone. It’s almost felt as if his cock is pulsing, Pip wonders if it’s the same rhythm as his heartbreak. He moves in an upward position to give it some much needed friction. Damien groans in pleasure intensely, breaking the kiss his attention moves to his own erection. Short thrusts hitting Pip’s hip and leaving precum against his skin.
In between the thrusts and moans Damien speaks. “You’re driving me insane and you aren’t even doing anything. I can’t take this anymore!”
Hooking his arm around Pip’s waist he flips him over, bending and moving him into the position he wants. Ass propped up slightly with his knees pressed against his torso.
“You look so beautiful like this, so sacrificial in a way in such a lewd pose.” Damien says.
Pip looks behind locking eyes with him. “I am, in a way. I’m surrendering my body to you, please make good use of it.”
Feeling the weight shift against the mattress, heat looming over him, Damien nudges his skull between Pip’s neck and shoulder, breathing heavily. Without warning the demon begins forcing his cock into him, not taking any mercy on the whimpering boy beneath him.
It hurts, he can’t deny it. The pleasure from Damien’s fingers is extremely different from what he’s feeling now. The whines escaping his mouth sound childish, and Pip buries his lips against the pillow to muffle the noises.
“Don’t.” Damien bites down viscously into the soft crook of Pip’s neck. He can feel the mixture of saliva and blood trickling down from his neck to the pillow. All the discomfort from behind is now focused onto Damien’s teeth digging into him. “I want to hear your cries.”
All his life Pip has been the final culprit who silenced himself in order to make everyone around him not have to carry the burden of him. Making himself small and as quiet as a field mouse in order to shield himself from unnecessary cruelty. The idea of someone else hearing his cries is terrifying to him, and he shakes his head against the pillow.
Damien unhinges his jaw, letting go of his nape. “Oh? You’re denying me? After all that talk of letting me use you? Take your soul even?”
Pip doesn’t say a word or move, the radiating discomfort returning to his backside.
“Fine. Be that way.” Damien has no hesitation as he steadily begins thrusting into him. Each time he pulls out slightly it feels as if his flesh is clinging to Damien’s cock and being forced back in.
Unable to muster up the courage to speak or make any sound himself the noises of bodies thrashing together and Damien grunting over top of him is enough to make him break. Pip, allowing himself to succumb to the pleasure, begins to moan. “Haah…it feels so good…Aaah…”
This brings Damien over the edge; his uncoordinated movements evolve into consistent deep thrusts sending shocks to Pip’s toes making them curl. Drool falling against his back from Damien’s mouth from above. “You said you want to be useful to someone right?” Damien asks, continuing to thrust as deep as he can get.
“Yes…Ah! More than anything… I want to have a purpose.” Pip raises his hips to give Damien easier access.
He takes it, pounding into the blonde with ease. He lowers himself against Pip’s ear above the open wound he so lovingly left him. “When the time comes I’ll impregnate you and make you my wife. I’m the son of Satan himself, his reign will one day end and I’ll need an heir. And you can provide that for me.”
“Oh! I’m sorry!!” Pip abruptly comes, without even touching himself. ‘Just like a girl.’ He thinks, hearing those words made his flesh creep in a positive way. “I’m terribly sorry…the feeling was so much and I- Ah!”
“You feel amazing right now…I could feel you pulsing from the inside. It’s incredible.” Damien grunts, pressing his forehead against his back. His thrusts become harsher and deeper. He lets out one final growl before holding his hips as deep as he can get climaxing inside. Damien desperately bites at Pip’s spine.
It’s warm, it’s hot and sticky inside. But it feels right. After a few moments of bathing in the afterglow Damien pulls out, trickles of liquid escaping him down his thighs. Pip unfolds himself wiping his own mess against the back of his hand and sits in front of Damien, knees touching. He holds Damien’s hands in his own and bows his head.
“I accept. I want to grow a life inside of me for you, if that is what you wish.”
“Cool.” Damien says.
“Cool?! That’s all you have to say to me! I’m essentially giving up my body to you and that’s how you reply?”
“You already said you’d surrender your body to me, I was just being polite. I knew you would say yes no matter what.” He sticks out his tongue.
“Well yes…but I didn’t think this would be so casual.”
“I’ve already thought about it and it’s what I want. And you accepted, so that's that.”
Pip brings one of his hands to his stomach, pressing slightly. “So, does that mean that I’m…?”
“Huh? No. No, not yet do you think I’m some sort of heathen? I have to court you first before getting you pregnant. And besides I have to be in my true form for it to stick.”
‘Court’. Pip can’t help but become flushed. “True form? What does that mean?” He asks.
Damien grins. “You’ll see eventually, just know I’m a lot bigger in multiple ways. But you handled me well enough despite being a virgin so you’ll do fine.”
His mind starts to wander at the concept of a more sinister version of the already attractive Damien. Normal curious thoughts start to evolve to profane ones, mainly the possible size difference. Pip swings his head in an attempt to bring himself back to the present. “So, what now? What happens from here?” He asks.
“Uh, I guess finish school? You’re almost done, then we can find an apartment together and make arrangements.” Damien gestures at Pip’s abdomen. “For the future and stuff.”
“That sounds so wonderful Damien!” Pip exclaims, wrapping his arms around him. “I truly dislike school but I’m going to stick it out for you! I promise!”
Damien returns the embrace, burrowing his face into Pip’s neck, his new favorite spot. “You’re going to look divine, being so full of me.”
For the first time in Pip’s short mortal life he’s happy, he’s exhilarated at the thought of living. To be wanted, to be needed, even if it is by the son of Satan himself.