A Sexy Bleach Choose-Your-Own Halloween Adventure
ENDING #1
The room fills with an eerie green glow and the smell of brimstone. Who would have thought messing around with a Oujia board would mean summoning an actual demon right in your house? Not you, apparently. The demon observes you with burning, emerald green eyes. His skin is stark white and he has black markings on his face as well as his long, black claws. He even has wings, horns, and a nice, pointed tail.
“Oh shi-“ is what you have time to choke out before you are completely restrained with demonic, phantasmal black straps, immobilizing your entire body. Oh shit is right.
“Are you the trash who summoned me?” asks ULQUIORRA THE DEMON. You scrunch up your face in anger. How rude. He doesn’t wait for an answer; after all, you are the only one in the entire house. Double oh shit. “Then I shall consume your essence,” he says, voice monotone.
That’s what she said you think wittily. There’s a flash of green flame. The black straps remain, probably because they are demon magic, but that’s the end of the list. You’re completely nude, surrounded by fire, arms and legs tied behind you, floating eye to eye with a demon. You’re really starting to believe that messing around with Ouija boards = bad idea.
ULQUIORRA THE DEMON waves his hand in front of your face, and the strap that had been serving as a gag disappears. You only have time to give a desperate inhale before you feel his lips crushing yours, leaving you lightheaded. His mouth and tongue are incredibly hot as they move against you. He runs a clawed finger gently over your breasts and stomach, making your body break out in goose bumps despite the heat. You feel the black straps around your legs pull your knees apart as the demon in front of you slips a finger between your thighs, giving your sex a long, slow stroke. Your hips buck into his hand; an involuntary reaction. He’s probably going to suck the soul out of your body, but he sure is showing you a nice time beforehand.
His mouth moves away from yours, dragging his hot, elongate tongue down over the sensitive skin of your neck and collarbone. You feel the straps manipulating your body so you thrust your breast into his mouth when his lips encircle a sensitive nipple. Or maybe you’re just doing that all on your own.
He keeps working your most sensitive areas with his mouth and skillful hands, leaving you too distracted to call for help despite your mouth being freed from restraint. It’s definitely strange trying to move your body with only thin air to brace against, and you soon give up your struggle completely, relinquishing all control to the demon.
You feel yourself slowly being spun around as the incubus briefly pauses his attentions and moves to stand behind you. You’re now floating in midair, knees up around your shoulders, hands forced high above your head by the ropes, feeling the heat radiating off of the demons chest as he grips the back of your thighs with his long, black fingers. Something large, hot, and unquestionably phallic has been thrust underneath your bottom.
“H-h-Hey!” you squeak, “What are you going to do to me?”
The demon has his mouth deliciously close to your ear as he responds. “I told you, I am going to consume your life force. This is how it is done.”
Well, you think to yourself, no arguing with that, as he thrusts his large cock inside of you. The warmth of his body pressing into yours as well as the bolts of pleasure shooting up from your pelvis is intoxicating, a sensation only increased as he reaches his hands around you, one moving to tease at your clit while the other massages your breast. His long, almost prehensile tongue goes to work lapping and sucking at your neck. His grip around you tightens, arms locking you against his body as the rhythm of his thrusting quickens its pace. Something has begun to twist hotly inside of your belly, tension increasing with every deliberate stroke.
You can do nothing but lean your head back onto his shoulder, abdominal muscles clenching as you cry out your release. You think you hear a demonic roar as he joins you, but everything fades to black as you are consumed by pleasure.
Before you completely regain consciousness you realize that you are delightfully warm. Hell, wherever you are it’s downright balmy. You must have stumbled back to bed last night after that weirdo dream you had with the Ouija board, the attic, summoning a demon-
Triple oh shit.
You crack an eye open and discover why it’s so damn temperate for October. Everything is on fire. No, scratch that, everything IS fire. Walls: fire. Floor: fire. Windows: fire. The bed you are in: fire. The blanket you are under: fire. Pillows: fire. Luckily it doesn’t seem able to burn your skin. In fact, the whole place has the feel of a nice, fluffy towel straight out of the dryer.
You finally notice the demon from before curled up next to you, cat-like. You give him a whack on the shoulder, earning you a look of sleepy disdain.
“Hey,” you say, ignoring the annoyed expression he makes at you, “Did you take me back into hell?”
He throws an arm over his face and makes a noise like you’ve just asked him the stupidest question ever. “Yes.” He mumbles, exasperated. “I’ve chosen you as my demon wife. We get to rule hell together. Now go to sleep, it’s the middle of the night.”
You shrug your shoulders and lie back down next to him. Hey, could be worse. You’ve never been super big on the cold anyway, and being the Queen of Hell is bound to have its perks.
THE END.