Diabolical

Abandoned hentai forums just have the best content. The old school, privately owned and crusty forums that have long since been left to die for any of the myriad more modern options are just better. You don’t know why, they just are. Some of the best nuts of your life came sourced directly from these dumpsters.

And 3 a.m. always gets you in the right mindset to risk browsing these shitholes. Just enough sleep deprivation to be absolved of any inhibitions. Inhibitions that usually prevented you from searching doujinshi that typically came with a risk of total digital compromise. But honestly? Taking that risk is half of what made this so fun. You know the rush, same as lying about being eighteen on porn sites as a kid. You knew you weren’t supposed to be here, which made clicking even sweeter.

So obviously, when you saw the dodgiest link possible with barely any comments in the thread, you had to click it. The title alone was enough to reel you in: “Asmodeus’ dream girls do what others can't.”

Total fucking degeneracy. Worst case scenario was a virus you'd have to purge, you thought. Best case scenario, a total fucking banger that left you drained for weeks to come.

You didn’t even get time to laugh at yourself before your screen flickered, lines of broken code flashing across it. Then the floor lit up. Runes burned themselves into a perfect circle, fire and brimstone blasting toward the ceiling, smoke pouring out until you couldn’t see a thing inside.

You froze, brain scrambling. Hallucination. Sleep deprivation. That made sense. But if it wasn’t? Maybe a giant horned demon was here to finally drag you to hell for all your moral failings. Or maybe a stacked succubus with wings and holes trained to fuck dirty was about to give you the ending you always prayed for. Or maybe worse—

—the smoke clears to reveal none of what you dreamt up. Instead, all you're left with is a girl softly carrying the smell of strawberries, dressed in an equally sweet pink and striped pajama. She looks like she got teleported straight out of her nightly quality time, hair in a messy bun to complete the lock of her nibbling on a rice cracker.

This might be better.

“Oh, there's no fucking way,” she groans. The first hint of her danger. Not the content of what she says, or the way she appeared. No. It's the insane depth her voice buries in your skull.

Intoxicating is what it is. If you were recording, you'd have replayed her groaning ten times already, not the supernatural shitshow ruining your property value. But all you can do is stare as she finds her bearings. She takes a couple of looks around your room until the slits of her eyes eventually fall on you. And when they do, she almost looks like she’s disappointed in you.

Before you can stammer out a word to ask who or what she is, she brightens her smile, eyes twinkling into two crescent moons, voice shooting up into something sickly high and sweet.

“Hiiiii, oppa~! You wished for it, so here I am, Haewon the demon that can do anything you want!” All the while throwing finger hearts and exaggerated gestures, stopping to let her voice drop lower again. Smoky, steady, undeniably fucking hot. “It'll cost you though, and there's no refunds.”

She straightens, higher pitched, and blows a kiss at you. “So what will it be? Money, fame, power?” she asks, overly gleeful.

You're not sure if your throat is dry from all the residual heat of the fire and smoke, or from the proposition being made and by who. If this is real, you could get whatever you want.

She's staring at you, probably thinking you're considering your possibilities. She'd be dead wrong.

“And what do you get in return?” you ask, cautiously.

“Well…” she says, playing coy with her hands behind her back, ass wiggling and acting cute. “Depends on the difficulty of the wish. Always a part of your soul, there's just variance in size. But as long as you have a part, you have nothing to worry about, oppa, so just tell me what you want~!” She delivers it so well, she would have convinced you to sign on for eternal damnation if you hadn't already convinced yourself.

But it's three in the fucking morning. It doesn’t matter what she suggests. You already know what you want, regardless of price: “I… want your mouth on my cock. Like, a blowjob. Wait, no, not like a blowjob. A blowjob. Suck my dick.”

She stops mid-chew. Stares. No trace of that bubblegum performance when she speaks. “You serious?”

Then her idol grin snaps back into place, deliciously and deliberately over-the-top. “Ehh~? You’re so dirty! Oppa wants Haewon's mouth on his cock? Waaa, I'm blushing~!”

She isn’t the only one blushing when she says it like that. “Dead serious,” you say, slowly growing more red.

Her voice drops again. Softer this time, intrigue underlining it as her eyes narrow into two deadly slits. “You’re really willing to start trading eternity for me to suck your dick?”

You stand up and nod so fast it hurts whatever pride you had left.

She exhales, air pushed out of her nose in the slightest laugh. “I fucking love it. Consider the contract sealed. One blowjob for a part of your soul.”

What follows is a burning sensation inside of your chest, like something you always felt but never knew was there suddenly got tugged loose. You stumble, losing your balance, and just as fast, Haewon snaps her fingers causing a decorated and decadently comfortable chair to appear beneath you.

It slides forward on its own, sweeping you off your feet and forward, only stopping at the edge of the circle where your demon reward is waiting for you. Once in range, Haewon smirks and drops to her knees. You can already tell she's well worth her price, her hands tucking hair behind her ears, overwhelming attention to each detail of how to build anticipation.

You feel like this is the right time to speak, tell her how much you're looking forward to this, but she already knows. Her finger finds your lips, presses gently, shushing you. This isn't about her, it's about you. About how easy it is for her hands to slide down and make your pants slide down with them.

Her mouth closes over your tip, her hands grip the base of your cock firmly, smoldering heat brewing beneath your skin. Her lips are hot and soft like toasted marshmallows, saliva dripping molten heat down your cock, her tongue moving and twisting in ways that should be fucking impossible for any normal person. Rolling waves, gentle flicks, multiple points of contact like it was split at the base, each action calibrated to make you surrender.

And oh, how good wouldn't it feel fully buried in her mouth, your hips jerking forward on instinct—

—causing red glowing bindings to manifest around your wrists, thighs and ankles, anchoring you down against the chair. Haewon pulls off with a smirk, spitting on your cock for good measure.

“Mm-mm”, she tuts with a wagging finger. “Oppa wanted a blowjob, remember. Not a filthy throatfuck. That would cost you extra, okay? You can’t take more than what you’re paying for, so sit back and let Haewon make you cum in my cute little mouth!”

She goes down again, never breaking eye contact, looking at you like you’re the love of her life. Cheeks hollowing, tongue rolling like it's enchanted and hands playing with your balls.

The bindings tighten when you strain against them, so you learn to just sit back and enjoy.

She moans around you like she has a g-spot hidden in the roof of her mouth that you’re rubbing against, and you don’t know enough about demon physiology to confirm or deny that.

All you know is that it's getting you close. So fucking close, that when she pulls back just long enough to tease in her high-pitched and idol-sweet voice: “Oppa's cock tastes so fucking good, it's almost unfair. I can't wait to taste your cum.”

You know it's then that you break. Orgasm ripping out of you violently, your cock erratically spasming to give Haewon what she wants. You still can't move, magical bindings keeping you locked in place, preventing your hands from guiding her head onto your cock, instead causing the first shot of cum to land all over her face. She doesn’t waste another drop, diving onto your cock quickly and moaning as you spill into her throat, pulsing and pulsing against her lips.

She looks up at you, eyes as if asking if that was the last of it. You nod, she pulls back, opening her mouth and letting you see what you traded part of your soul for.

You throw your head back, she sits on her heels and finishes you off for everything you're worth, swallowing cum and soul in an exaggerated gulp. She licks her lips with glee, not a second spent on acknowledging the white streak splitting her face.

“Transaction complete! Oppa got his blowjob, and Haewon got a yummy piece of his soul.”

Then she tilts her face downwards, eyes peering further up as they narrow. “Now that that's out of your system, how about a bigger wish. Something like a billion dollars, or to become the best athlete in the world, or—”

You grin as you interject. “Actually… I already know a second wish I want you to fulfill.”

Her brow arches intrigued, her smirk tugs confidently. “Oh? Do tell?”

“I want to fuck your face, ” you say, stroking your reharding cock as if to taunt her. “You know, throatfuck, facefuck, everything you held me back from doing just now. No limits on my cock in your mouth.”

You're not sure what to expect. Total silence wasn't it, safe for the crackle of the smoldering runes burning your floor and walls.

“You… you’re joking right? You’re going to burn through another fragment of the only soul you have for that, right after you already came? The cum on my face isn't even dry yet.”

You nod, shameless. “Oh, and this time, I want you dressed up for it. No more pajamas and hair buns. I want you in the sluttiest, horniest outfit possible.”

She looks at you in shock, and you take it as a hint to explain exactly what you mean. “Thigh high socks, heels, the tightest push up bra in the world and panties that fail to hide anything. Something so sexy it would hurt my cock to look at you.”

She groans, her eyes rolling back and then dragging a hand down her face, incidentally wiping the cum off of her with it. “I get summoned by fools dreaming of their own kingdoms, wishes for omnipotence. But you—” she stops for a beat with her scowl, her aegyo popping back on like a light switch was flipped. Puffed cheeks and finger hearts are made as she continues: “—Oppa really just wants to use demon Haewon's infinite powers to treat her mouth as his little cocksleeve~!”

And just to make sure again, her voice drops with that sultry rasp that tingles at the stem of your brain. “You’re signing away even more of yourself for face/throatfuck with me dressed up as total slut, is that correct?”

You nod, vigorously.

“Fine. Prepare yourself, you horny fuck, because I don't half-ass contracts. When you see me dress up for you, you'll regret not wishing for a longer life to survive it.”

The summoning circle blazes to life again, brighter than before, smoke coiling around Haewon’s body like living shadows. She rolls her eyes but raises her arms like a performer soaking up stage lights.

“A bigger fragment of your soul… spent on being horny.”

Flames lick upward, shredding her comfy clothes to ash. When the smoke thins, you almost forget to breathe.

Thigh high socks, color matched with her black heels. A tiny skirt that might as well have been a ruffled belt, a push-up bra that squeezes her tits together and upwards like they're begging for escape. Her pussy peeks through the slit her panties provide, clean shaven and glistening with wet. She smirks, fully knowing she delivered your desire and then some.

Then she flips instantly into sweetheart mode, winking, throwing up a finger heart.

“Ta-da~! Demon Haewon, but make it slutty! Oppa, are you happy now? Cock ready to explode for me? You’re sooo dirty~.”

The whiplash makes your cock twitch violently. You can’t hold back—you shove her down to her knees, hand fisting in her hair. She doesn’t resist. In fact, her tongue slides out between her lips, a little heart drawn in spit, her poppy voice sing-song sweet:

“Oppa really wants to use me like a toy, huh? Naughtyyy~.”

She resists, not letting you move her, making that filthy eye contact with you again and letting her voice change into filth.

“Tell me. Do you want me to gag… or not? I can take you down clean, silent, perfect. Or…” Her lips part wide, her tongue flattens out, and she makes an obscene gagging noise on purpose. “…I can choke and drool like a messy little slut you can break.”

Your answer comes in the form of a brutal thrust and a grunt you could vaguely interpret as “break.” She adjusts accordingly, her throat resisting your push as she gags loud and wet, letting you slip through slightly. Tears prick the corners of her pleading eyes, playing the role of the poor girl struggling to take it all. She looks up at you through it all—idol-perfect puppy eyes—like she’s mocking how much harder that makes you fuck her face.

“Waaah, oppa’s so rough~,” she chirps between gags, muffled and wet, “using Haewon’s pretty face like this, oppa must really like how Haewon struggles for his cock.”

You grip tighter, thrusting rougher, hips snapping forward as she lets you have it. No restraints this time, no magical leashes—you get to take everything she promised. Her throat stretches to take you, each plunge met with loud, wet chokes and bubbling moans, drool soaking her socks as she claws at your thighs for balance.

Her demon nature leaks through with every motion: the deeper you push, the hotter and tighter her throat gets, like her body is custom-fitted to milk you dry. Every gag vibrates down your cock, every choked swallow dragging you closer to the edge.

She pulls off just long enough to beam up at you with her brightest smile, face ruined, spit webbing between her lips and chin.

“Oppa’s cock is sooo big~ Haewon loves it. Such a perv for making his demon look like a needy little cock hungry slut~.”

You slam back into her, pounding her throat, and she takes it all—coughing, choking, crying, any trace of the vile nature she conceals hidden.

She lets you force her mouth open, smashing into her until her nose gets pressed flat against your belly again and again and again. Your core heats up, you’re close, and the only warning you give her that you’re about to drown her in cum is the way you keep her face pressed against you for the release.

She swallows every drop like a monster starved, choking and gulping around you until her belly tightens. You keep her head forced down. You want to shoot straight into her throat, hear her sputtering and dripping saliva on herself that she can’t swallow down, dying to drain you the way only a demon could survive.

You don't let go until not a single drop drips from your tip, until she’s forced her throat and tongue to get you squeaky clean. She falls back on her hands and heels, gasping for air, outfit totally drenched in saliva and precum.

“Waaah, oppa’s so mean~ making Haewon’s throat all sore with his big, fat cock.” Then she clicks her tongue, switches back to raspy, smoky maturity: “And for what? Another slice of your soul, gone. You’re running out of time to get something permanent.”

You grin, leaning forward, barely registering her threat. “I’ve got my next wish.”

“Oh,” she muses. “This is going to be good.”

“I want to fill you with my seed.”

She laughs, and you’re convinced she'll stop the second you explain the full extent of your sick desire. “I've already drank two monster loads, every single fucking drop you let me mind you. How much more cum do you want me to guzzle up?”

You swallow. Making sure that there are no ways you can be misinterpreted, getting ready to trade it all. “No, I mean, I want make you mine forever by knocking you up with my child. Creampie after creampie pushed into your womb making sure you're pregnant. Claim you for me alone. My demon wife. Forever, preferably.”

The room falls silent. Even the circle’s glow seems to stutter.

Haewon just stares at you, blinking. Once. Twice. Slowly.

“What the actual fuck.”

Her idol persona slams back on like a defense mechanism. She clasps both her cheeks in shock, pitching her voice high. “Oh my, oppa is so crazy~! He wants to make Haewonie pregnant? Waaa, pervy oppa~!”

She steps right up to you, heels clicking on the burned floor, so close her heat and scent are overwhelming. She leans in, hands on either side of your face, piercing gaze making sure you feel the severity of your words. There’s no aegyo this time, no performance played up, no high-pitched voice with dragged out syllables. Just her, struggling to mask a flat, animal hunger.

“Just so you understand: You want to fuck me, breed me, and own me so nobody else gets to?” She leans in further; you can feel demon breath on your lips, the static prickling behind your teeth. “That’s a permanent wish, oppa. That’s not a little soul fragment. That’s everything you are.”

You swallow, but you won’t back down. “If that’s the price, then yes. Besides, you want it too. That was the first time you called me oppa without the high-pitched voice. You can’t fool me.”

At first she looks like you caught a semblance of control for the first time. Surprised at your perceptiveness. It quickly transforms into a laugh, full and somehow proud. “God, you mortal men are all the same. Even the ones who think they’re nothing but perverts are just pathetic little romantics underneath.” She kisses you, deep, ferocious, and you feel the burn at the center of your chest being extracted upwards through your mouth. Way more intense this time than your first two contracts, a line of pain that hooks into your spine and doesn’t let go.

The world blurs. When it settles, your apartment is gone. The summoning circle is also nowhere to be found. All the universe is now a giant bed, red and silky sheets catching you to serve as your playground, enough pillows to help facilitate each and every position you want to fuck Haewon in.

Haewon. Haewon, who is on top of you, crawled like she belongs there, straddling your lap.

Her outfit is even more obscene now, a small gift she granted as a form demon customer service: latex and lace, bands that merely push the underside of her breasts up but covering nothing, and a deep black collar around her neck with your name engraved in shining gold.

She sits there comfortably, grinding her absurdly soft ass against your sore and spit-shined cock, almost making sure the first load would paint her back and tight little butt hole. The heat of her cunt radiates through the air and when she leans in, you can taste the ozone and strawberry on her breath.

She leans down, hands locking behind your neck, and that voice—the one that got you into this mess—whispers into your ear with her aegyo voice pitched for maximum brain damage, “Oppa, you’re sooooo hard for Haewon, right? Do you wanna put it inside? You wanna fill me up so bad, don’t you?” She makes a show of pouting, wiggling her hips and dragging your tip through the slick mess between her thighs. “I want it too, oppa~! Haewonie’s pussy is so hungry for you, it’s almost scary~!”

She lines you up with one hand, and you see her knuckles whiten as she guides you to her entrance. It’s so wet that you can see yourself reflected in the leak pooling at the head of your cock, and when you push in, it’s like sinking into flesh engineered to be perfect. Impossible, almost—tight as a fist but yielding, heat flaring up your spine and through your whole nervous system. It’s suffocating, the way her cunt swallows you. Too hot and snug, like flesh engineered to break human minds, like your cock is being teleported to some multidimensional realm of pleasure. She moans as she leans in, and you can feel the walls of her cunt twist around your cock with pleasure, little trembles in her voice and hands, her softly biting the cartilage of your ear.

You both look down at the same time, mesmerized by the obscene sight of your union: your cock splitting her open, her pussy lips packed tightly against your pelvis, her whole body shuddering as you flex your cock upright. She’s eager and flushed at the same time, and you swear you can see the outline of your cock bulging against her flat, trembling belly.

"Oppa~," she whispers while snuggling close, her breath deadly saccharine, constantly coaxing you to cum already, "your cock is finally inside me, the first ever human to fuck Haewonie. You did it. You're breeding your cute little demon wife, just like you wanted." She giggles, and her cunt clamps even tighter, fluttering—no, fluttering is too soft for it; this is a vice designed to draw out every drop you have. "Haewon is so happy, oppa~! Breed me, ruin me, bind us together forever and ever!”

It's bewitching, the way she gets you to squeeze her ass like it's the only thing keeping you alive. You look back at her like what you’re about to do is entirely her fault, and pull back only to smash your cock so hard into your want her to shatter. She matches your energy, feverish, giggling and nibbling into your neck, every thrust magically making her latex tighten around her meaty thighs and hips.

Haewon has her head tilted the entire time, eyes locked on to your face the whole way, never quiet, either moaning, grunting or casting filthy spells in your ear. “Ohhh, oppa, you’re so big. It’s stretching me out so much~! I’m gonna get addicted to this, aren’t I?” she moans, licking a long strip with her pointy tongue from your collar bone to your earlobe. “I want all your cum. Give it to me, okay? Haewonie loves oppa’s cum~!”

You hate how much you love the cutesy voice, the contrasting filthy content, the way her cunt transforms every thrust for a new sensation totally overwhelming—you just know Haewon’s cunt alone is worth eternity. One moment its burning up inside, the next it feels icy cold, all the while you’re drowning, eyes unable to pick between focusing on her tits bouncing in perfect circles or her eyes begging you for your sweet release. The only constant is the sweet, tangy scents of fruits mixed with sex.

The head of your cock swells, your limbs spasm out of your control every roll of her hips, and you can feel the flood of cum about to leak out of you readying itself as every nerve screams for release. She senses it—of course she does, she might as well be inside of your head—and rides you harder and faster than anything you’ve ever seen, the inside of her cunt twitching, lips tightening around only your head no matter how deep or shallow you're fucked into her.

When you cum, it’s not an orgasm, it’s a fucking exorcism, forceful and unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You shoot inside her with a force that feels like it could kill a normal person. Haewon herself looks fucked into bliss, her own body shuddering as she cums around your cock with you, slick flooding down your shaft and pooling in your lap and when she rests her head against yours, it's like you can feel her pleasure seep into your brain. It’s a fucked up impossible feedback loop—her pussy squeezing, your cock pulsing, your mental connection restarting each other, her voice singing out your name in a pitch you didn’t think possible as you grunt hers in between slowing breaths.

She doesn’t stop circling her hips on your lap, the vacuum of her cunt sucking up every last drop greedily, forcing it all out of you, until her cunt is so full of your cum that it spills out around your cock and in between you, soaking the sheets and running in sticky rivulets down both your thighs, wasted potential children quickly drying in the air.

She collapses against your chest, giggling breathlessly. “Mmm, oppa, you really did it. Haewon can feel it all inside… so warm~” She grinds her hips a final time, savoring the aftershocks as if the contract required nothing less than total surrender.

But she’s not done. Not even close.

She lifts herself, watching your cum spill back down, then impales herself again in one brutal motion. You both groan. She refuses you any time to recover, your cock will just have to restore it's strength as she fucks herself silly on it. She’s glorious, terrifying, and despite it all, you want to win. Not lose to her depravity, she is your fucktoy, you’re not hers. What you want, is nothing more than to see her completely ruined.

So the only option you have is to steal the tempo by flipping her and pinning her wrists down above her head. Its by using all your strength to fuck her deep into the mattress like you hate her.

She loves it. It's obvious with how her legs wrap around you on instinct, keeping you fucking close, locked into her needy cunt, barely needing any time until you both come again, sharper this time, and hers slightly before yours.

She doesn’t let any space grow between you two until you've fucked a third round of your seed into her. It's then you flop down next to her, exhausted, you covered in sweat and panting, but her still looking like she wants more. She turns, her voice unsettling in its softness for the first time, and asks, “Do you want to see what you did?”

You nod, dazed from dehydration and her uncanny sweetness.

She spreads her legs for you, and you watch intently as your cum can't help but drool out of her ruined cunt, needing a spot to escape from how full she is, pooling on the red silk that is slowly turning darker. She presses a hand to her belly, massaging the bulge with a satisfied sigh.

“Congratulations, oppa. Or should I start calling you daddy~?”

You don’t care. You can barely move and you've never been happier, so you don't give a shit what she calls you. No, all your tainted mind can focus on, think about, desire is that you want to fuck her again. Pump her full of cum again, and again, and again.

"Haewon is fucked so full~," she says, savoring every syllable. "That was so much better than any contract I’ve ever made,” She swings a leg over to straddle you again, already hardening your cock with the brush of her slick, ruined pussy. “Most guys wish for money or power or world peace. But you? You just wanted to fuck me full. And now you’re mine. My contractor, my mate, my favorite toy. Forever. ”

There is another round of you pounding up into her, her body fluids reawakening and invigorating every part of you that should have already dropped dead, filling you with energy that could let you fuck her for a lifetime.

She drops into you, limp, content but unwilling to separate.

You try to move, try to play with her clit and get her desperate for your cock once more like some broken toy, but she’s already passed out on your chest, relaxed as your progeny escapes her cunt, her pussy squeezing you lazily every few seconds, like a cat kneading its claws. Every time you twitch and flex your cock, she moans quietly and nuzzles closer but never wakes up for more fucking.

You follow soon after.

At some point you wake, mostly due to the feeling of her familiar tongue constricting around your cock, cleaning you off, soft little kitten licks that make you push up into her mouth involuntarily. When you open your eyes, she’s watching you, mouth filled with cock, popping off and pointing both fingers to her own pussy with a smirk.

“Ready for more?” she asks, voice back to its bubbly pitch. “Daddy needs to make sure Haewon is really pregnant, after all~.”