LUMINARY reward Sketch - ISAIAH and the horny Devil! CUMSHOT 1 (Patreon)

Desperate to knock the horny Devil from atop his cock, Isaiah squirmed and rocked his hips, but the more he did, the more that little creep dug its sharp toe nails into the oh-so tender flesh of Isaiah’s mushroom head. 

The creature fucked that pee-slit like there was no tomorrow, thrusting furiously into the small opening, until, violently, the Devil came, spewing salvos of impossibly hot supernatural semen deep into Isaiah’s shaft. 

The little Devil that was not ten minutes ago resting inanimately upon the shelf, laughed as it ejaculated, clearly aware that his burning spunk was causing his prey serious discomfort. 

Isaiah moaned and groaned as his urethral canal began to fill with his tormentor’s jizz. Soon the burning traveled to his balls, and inexplicably, this brought Isaiah close to an orgasm of his very own. He felt as if his entire body were on fire, aroused in ways it had never been before. His dark nipples stood hard and erect, begging for mistreatment, while his asshole clenched and twitched, eager for an experience it had never known before. Every hair on his body felt as if it were standing on end, each one a mini lightning rod, attuned to the current of his deep-seated sexual desire. 

The length of Isaiah’s intensely hard penis was now filled to capacity. Inevitably, the Devil’s cum came gushing out. The creature continued to laugh maniacally as rivulets of his spunk erupted from the hole in Isaiah’s glans. 

“Huuuhhhh” moaned Isaiah, suffering in intense pleasure. The handsome black man closed his eyes, flinching against the erotic pain of the Devil’s sharp foot talons scratching and cutting at the skin of his cock head, drawing just the smallest amount of blood.  His massive pecs heaved as his breathing quickened. He was so close... So inexplicably close. 

And then the foul creature withdrew its penis and plunged the length of his arm into Isaiah’s tender meat helmet. 

“WUAAHHHH!” yelped Isaiah, taken completely by surprise. 

“I can see your balls quivering, Isaiah – getting tighter! You don’t get to cum until I allow you to cum! And just because I can’t fuck your ass myself, doesn’t mean I can’t find something to do it for me. Your girlfriend’s gotta have a dildo or two hanging around this dump!” 

Isaiah’s eyes widened. His heart raced even faster. He was suddenly frantic. It wasn’t enough for this despicable creature to piston his pee-hole with furious abandon, it also intended to sodomize him. 

“You can’t do that! Please! I’m fucking straight! I don’t want nothin’ goin’ up my ass! N… No way. HELL NO!”

The Devil ceased fisting his prey’s now gaping piss-slit. He stood very still in fact, and turned to look right into Isaiah’s soulful eyes. This made the dark hunk suddenly very afraid. 

“You forget who you’re talking to, my boy! You can’t hide anything from me. I can hear your every thought. You protest, but secretly, it’s what you’ve always wanted. Your mind doesn’t lie… and your body certainly doesn’t. You’re harder than any other man I’ve ever tormented… and that’s saying something, since I’ve been at this for an immeasurable amount of time!”

Again, Isaiah gulped, more certain than ever now that his torment had only begun.

Perhaps he had actually gone insane – maybe he was afflicted by some terrible illness that had completely rotted his brain, making believe he was seeing this insane little monster before him – making him believe he was feeling all he was feeling. 

In that moment, absolute clarity came over him. He realized that he didn’t care how or why this was happening. He didn’t care if it was real or not. It felt real! That little side of him that still desperately clung to the hope that this was perhaps nothing more than some poisonous fever dream, was eroding alarmingly fast. Soon it would be completely gone – permanently eradicated. And with its extinction,  madness would surely settle in to stay. 

Isaiah truly didn’t care. He did want this… he wanted it very, very much. As his index finger slipped into his tight, warm hole, he knew without a doubt… he was truly lost. 

Continued in Jacko’s Horny Halloween Tales #1.  

LINES: Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

ISAIAH and the Little Devil are © Copyright and TM 2017, Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved.