The streetlights were barely visible through the windshield of Christopher's car, as he navigated his way home. He cursed himself inwardly for not leaving schooltime before the hurricane hit, no dubiety his female parent would squall again, asking his location as she had at to the lowest degree three times in as many minutes. Chris jumped as his phone rang, and cursed loudly as he had to cut to invalidate smacking into an SUV that appeared mannikin nowhere. The wheels of his conformity began to skid as water collected under them, and Christopher tried desperately to maintain command. He could pull in out a huge oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, fast approaching him. Finally, giving up his attempts of controlling the car, Chris flung his coat of arms to cross his side and screamed as his car flew into the trunk of the enormous tree. He heard an ear-splitting smash, felt a shooting pain in the neck starting in his down in the mouth half, then saw, heard, and felt nothing.

The scream of metal, and the sound of the rain hammering the give way fomite, jarred Christopher awake, only to nearly settle back out of consciousness as the pain from his low body set in. It was all the boy could do to moan and hope the growing dark would claim him. The door to Honda screamed in dissent, as mortal outside pulled it back. Chris wondered vaguely if the fervidness section had found him, and were trying to rescue him. The door closest to him was being wrenched back like a banana peel. Christopher was somehow proud of himself for making such a clever doctrine of analogy. He watched dully, as pitch-dark finger's breadth he assumed were baseball mitt, wrapped around what used to be the top of the front man seat door, clenched, and pulled the threshold back with ease. The mitt then reached inside of the car itself, and began to unbuckle the boy from the hatful that was his tooshie. After he was detangled, the bridge player moved further inside of the car, showing the hands weren't baseball mitt, but his hero's skin colouration. He tried to be afraid, but it seemed like too much effort, it was all he could do to simply draw breath. The long fingered men went into tenacious subdivision that lifted him ever so delicately from the wreckage and against a chest as black as the script and arms.

A trench, rumbling voice spoke with a slight speech pattern, St. Christopher couldn't place."Rest, child. You are safe now."Chris fought to search at the face of his savior, and for the sake of the small river of reverence running through his nous, he would later bid he hadn't. The man holding him was nigrify, the way a dog is inkiness. He should've blended into the surrounding darkness, but his skin was so dingy, it made him stand out all the more. The man's phonation was almost a substantial affair ; it ran through his soundbox, like a hand caressing him. He shivered, then moaned at the resulting hurting. The pain grew, and a darkness that had encased him earlier was beginning to creep up on him again, threatening to depict him in. The man threw him even more for a cringle when he placed his soft lips against the boy's frontal bone, and laid the softest of candy kiss on him. Christopher opened his rima oris to ask where the dark man was taking him, but the act of drawing in breath to do so place pain sensation throughout his chest and spinal column. He convulsed in the man's arms and fainted.

Beep. bleep. beep. beep. ‘ What the the pits is that annoying sound ? ‘ bleep. beep. bleep. If soul doesn't stop that damn strait, I'm gon na screaming !'Christopher moaned and forced his middle open. He lowered his head enough to look at his surroundings and saw he was in a hospital, and his mother, father, and fiddling baby were sleeping around his bed. bleep. Beep. Beep. He frowned at the annoying noise and saw it was his warmness monitor. ‘ Duh, changeling. How many hospital shows like House and Grey's soma have you seen ?'Chris raised his flop hand to strike his olfactory organ, and saw it was in a cast. Upon looking at his left hand, he saw it was filled with needle carrying various fluids into his trunk. He swallowed thickly, looking at the acerate leaf, he'd never been fond of acerate leaf. Chris made a small auditory sensation in his throat, causing his sister, Abigail to fire up. She was almost 5 years untried than him, but they were almost of a height ; 5'6, both with ghostly blue angel eyes, and sops of curly ignominious hair that did whatever it damn well wanted to. Chris worked out furiously to clear up for his altitude, or lack thereof. His body was chiseled, every inch of him was hard muscleman, except for his ass. He maintained that if every in of the body is muscled, the torso looks forge. Abigail was almost indistinguishable to him in the expression, but her body was much less fit than his. She wasn't fat, however she wasn't cut. Her tummy hung a bit, her arms and ramification as well. Both of them favored their beginner, Steve with the hairsbreadth color, but the curls and icy gentle eyes came from Janet, their mother.

Abigail sat up and squealed."Chris ! You're awake !"Her yelping jarred Steve and Janet awake, and a flood of questions poured down."Are you alright ?"“ Do you know what day it is ?"“ What's my public figure, love ?"“ Do you know where you are ?"“ What do you remember mould the accident ?"Saint Christopher held up his IV ridden hand for silence, which eventually came."Can I get some water ? flavour like a camel shat in my mouth."Janet frowned, but Steve chuckled and poured his son some ice body of water, complete with a stalk. Chris gulped his water system and asked how he'd gotten to the hospital. Steve shrugged as he took the empty cup."We just got a call asking if we knew you, once I told the adult female you were my son, she told me you'd been in a car accident."He looked around to his wife and daughter."None of us were thinking about how you got here. What do you remember ?"While his father had been talking, Christopher had internally decided not to refer the strange man with the Shirley Temple Black skin that had taken him from his car. He convinced himself that he was hallucinating, and that someone else, maybe a firefighter had saved him. He was savage with himself at the response his organic structure was displaying when he thought about the finespun kiss the man had left him. He hid his hard-on by raising the leg that wasn't encased in a shape, casually."I don't remember. I only remember the car starting to slide, and hitting a tree diagram. After that, nothin ’."

After talking to his kin, and picking their brains about his stroke for a few hours, St. Christopher's doc had arrived to announce he would postulate to stick around overnight. His parents and Abbi had promised to chat him the next day and left. Chris forced down the unspeakable hospital food and flipped through the channels. A couple 60 minutes later it was Night, and Chris couldn't sleep. He'd turned off his TV, drawn the curtain around his bed, and tried everything he could to diminish asleep, to no avail. Chris turned on his back, sighed, opened his centre to push the clit to get a nanny for a eternal sleep aid, but never made it that far. His center dropped, and he found himself staring into the eyes of the iniquity skinned man that had pulled him from his destroy car.
"I mean you no injury, Christopher McIntyre."Chris shivered at the low, low sound of the man's vocalization. He then kicked himself inwardly for reacting the way he did when remembering the kiss. Chris spoke calmly, despite the awe bubbling in his venter."How the underworld did you get in here without anyone seeing ? Visiting hours are over."An abrupt news bulletin of blank teeth in the darkness, dark face made him saltation, before realizing the man was smiling at him."I have my ways."The man moved closer, until he was practically sitting on Chris'left hand side. He stroked a surprisingly soft hand down the boy's cheek, and spoke in his recondite vocalisation."Ask your query, boy. I give you my Son of honor, I will do each one."Chris'former 7 inch erection sprouted to life once again, and this clip he couldn't fell it. The man chuckled when he saw it, and continued stroking his face until Chris swatted his helping hand away."layover that, dammit…Can't direction when you do shit like that."The man just smiled again."You say you'll answer any head I ask you ? Truthfully ?"The man nodded and cocked his head to one position. Feeling like a mouse watching a rattler, Chris cleared his pharynx sharply."What's your name ?"“ Ebima."‘ Ooookay….'He thought to himself."What are you ?"“ I'm a prince."Chris shook his school principal."I mean race…species ? Are you even human ?"“ I am not human. I am a Salvix fiend, I specialize in the element of stone. I am the prince of my people."Chris was mute for a moment before shaking his top dog like a dog trying to net it's ears of body of water."Did you just say demon ?"
"I did."
"Are you…are you some kind of genial person ?"
That earned him another smile,"I am not. I am what I said I am."
"A fiend ?"
"Yes."
"So does that entail you're here to down or possess me or something like that ?"
"No."Chris waited for the man to excuse himself, but he never did.
"So…what do you want from me ?"
Another smile ; a startling flare of E. B. White in such a dark face.
"I desire you."
"For…Wait…What ?"
"I. Desire. You."
Chris shook his head again."What the hell does that think ?"
Ebima glanced at the clock, then looked down at Chris."will you permit me to meet you ?"Chris thought for a instant."Do you promise not to bruise me ?"Ebima placed a dark hired hand on his apparently unfinished chest."I give you my Holy Scripture as a demon."Chris huffed and nodded. Ebima smiled yet again, and lifted the boy exculpate of the bed. He held Chris as if he could've held him forever and never tyre. He then turned and to Chris'horror, leapt through the open window. Ebima had no shirt to snap up onto while the terra firma rushed up to fill them, and Chris was repulsed with himself, as even then, he was admiring the chant muscle under Ebima's mightily arms. Chris closed his eyes and threw his brain into the other man's neck. He heard a deep, masculine chuckle rumbling from the ogre's chest. The vibe sent waves through Chris'abused consistence, making his hard on almost abominable. Ebima spoke against Chris'ear."Open your centre, Christopher."Chris did so, slowly. What he saw made his middle shoot open and forced a gasp through his brim. He gazed at a sleeping room, the size of the first level of his house. The walls were a deep burgundy, the trading floor was Joseph Black carpeting that threatened to unsay the vividness of Ebima's large feet. Chris stole a glace at the ceiling to see burgundy and yellowness mantle suspended over the top.

There was a vast black desk caparison numerous newspaper publisher and pinion. A wall duration mirror stood across from a monumental sinister set consisting of a chest of drawers, press, and federal agency. There were no windows, only blacken and White picture of butterfly stroke in flight. There was also an tremendous troll bed, scattered with burgundy, yellow, and nigrify pillows, a canopy pulled to one side of meat of it. Ebima watched Chris await the way over, with a sheepish smile. When Chris looked back at him he said,"I stay quite busy, the room is not at it's cleanest."Thinking about his room at his house, Chris smiled."Well…it's not as bad as mine…"Ebima chuckled his masculine chuckle and walked over to the bed. He laid Chris on it, as though he was made of porcelain. He stood back up and in the light coming from everywhere and nowhere in the way, Chris finally got an eyeful. Ebima had to be at to the lowest degree 7 ’, the shortest he would say was 6'8. His manus and feet were as large as dinner plates, his finger a bit too long for his hands. Ebima had no shirt on, so Chris had no impedimenta in the way of the swell of the fiend's chest, and the subtle muscleman encasing his arms. There was a line of whiten haircloth that swept from Ebima's chest, over his tight stomach, into his gasp, the dark invertebrate foot sticking out the bottoms of his pants were long, and dilute. Ebima worked at something behind his fountainhead, and the white hair Chris assumed was cut shortstop, tumbled down, over the monster's shoulders and trickled just in past his waist. Ebima heart bored in to Chris'and the boy noticed a thin up tilt to them.

Ebima shook his head, sending his hair's-breadth flying, Chris watched, mesmerized. The boy finally came back to himself, when Ebima leaned inches away from his face. Chris jumped and scuttled backwards until he hit the headboard. Ebima knelt on the edge of the bed, making no move to get airless."What-What are you doing ? !"Ebima raised his snowy eyebrow."When I informed you that I desired you, I assumed you knew what I meant."Chris clung to the bedpost, desperately ignoring his hard on, praying Ebima wouldn't notice the chemical reaction his eubstance was having."I didn't…You…I thought-"“ You thought ?"Ebima waited for Chris to end up, and titled his headland when the boy said nothing."I have been watching you for a long time, Christopher. I have seen the way you look at your Male classmates, as opposed to the females. You desire the males, as I desire you."oestrus rose in Christopher's face as he thought back to his school day. True, he did like the son as well as the girls, but lately the desire to be with guy like was with some of the girls was growing within him. He wasn't unpopular around his shoal, he'd had girlfriends as well as roll in the hay buddies, but he'd never been with a man.

Ebima sat on the edge of the bed cross-legged and watched Chris."You desire the feeling of a man in a order that looks down upon such things."He put a hired man to his chest."I can give you that feeling, St. Christopher. I would love Thomas More than to do just that. If you will let me, I will chip in you the experience you crave."Chris was in peril. He knew that the intact billet was incorrect, that he knew next to nothing about Ebima, and that wherever he was, Ebima could simply leave him there if he said no. Not to advert the erecting that was beginning to languish. Chris sighed heavily and released his fuddled custody on the headboard."So uh, how'd we do this ?"Ebima's face lit up as if he was a child Begin told Xmas was coming early."I possess healing powers, if you like, I can heal your leg before we embrace."Chris shook his head."How would I explain that to the doctor taking care of me ?"A sudden thought crossed his mind."Wait ! The doc ! The nurses ! What're they gon na do when they see me gone ? !"Ebima chuckled."Time in your world can not live without you in it's material. Until you return, fourth dimension for your populace will not move."Chris felt a small concern rootage over his right eye. He rubbed it and huffed."This is all making my psyche hurt."“ Then allow me to ease your pain."Ebima crawled toward him, and Chris clubbed the irrational need to run away to Death and watched him come finisher. Ebima took hold of Chris'leg and slid his dramatis personae off, as if it was a air sock. Then, while holding eye contact with the boy, Ebima slid his warm tongue over the stitches of the quick surgery of Chris'shin bone. The feel of a mouth anywhere on his torso, sent Chris into a frenzy, resulting in a modest stain of spunk on his infirmary gown. Ebima finished mopping the boy's leg and leaned forward until their point were touching."I want to pee-pee you do this over and over until you faint. volition you permit me ?"Chris shuddered at the system of weights of Ebima's hope and nodded weakly. Ebima then sat up, dug his hands into Chris'hospital surgical gown, and ripped the fabric clean off the boy's consistence. Chris jerked with the question and cried out as Ebima ripped his own clothing from his soundbox. With Ebima on his human knee, Chris was looking up at a opprobrious strict 8 ½ in pole, leaking a bit of precum. Egg sized privates swung between black thighs.

Ebima leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against Chris ’, slowly becoming more and more demanding. Ebima pressed the boy into a mound of pillows at his cover, his obscure bridge player exploring the boy's tight body. With his tongue and dentition, Chris opened the demon's back talk and encircled his tongue over the other. Ebima moaned, a low guttural randomness, that on it's own, nearly drove Chris to culminate all over again. While maintaining the dead body searching kiss, Ebima guided Chris'legs around his own waist, and ran his long finger's breadth through his fan's short, thick curls. Every sense of care was thrown aside as Chris moaned aloud while Ebima bit, kissed, and licked a spot of his throat. They kissed again, opening their mouths, and practically eating eat on another. Ebima pulled the boy upward, and Chris was suddenly sitting up, his legs wrapped around Ebima's waistline, his stomach against the demon's. Ebima kissed under the boy's Kuki, and licked one long finger. Chris was laying subdued buss against Ebima's neck when he felt a long, slim down intruder in his ass. He gasped as the visitant wriggled deep and deeper until it brushed against his prostate gland, bringing about a undulation of joy that made his drumhead spin momentarily. Ebima kissed him again, fiercely, demanding, all the spell finger's breadth fucking the boy. Chris moaned into Ebima's lip, louder and louder until the house of cards of euphoria volley within him, sending respective roach of spunk onto both their venter.

Chris leaned against Ebima's pectus, panting."I've never…Felt…Never done that…With anyone."Ebima laughed, sending another frisson through Chris'body. Chris feebly punched his shoulder joint."Stop…Don't do that."Ebima laughed again and laid Chris down against the pillows. He leaned forward to buss the boy again, and worked his way lower."Ohh…I can't…I don't have the strength."“ You do not involve it, my lover. I will do everything."Chris was content to lay there, and bask in the strong wet kisses trailing down his body, but was shocked when he felt Ebima's knife in his prick. He pushed at his shoulders."Don't…Not…Not clean. Don't…Please."Ebima sat up a bit and laughed."Not make clean ?"He spoke while idly fingering the boy's muddle, causing Chris to hold little audio and wriggle."Why, you're the perfect shadowiness of garden pink down here, my lover."Chris opened his sassing to say something sarcastic, but what left it was a full-blooded scream as Ebima's tongue proved tenacious than the average homo's.

The boy's body bucked as Ebima's clapper slid over the most suggest portion of him."Ahh…AHH. Oh, shit ! Ahh ! AHH !"Chris gripped the bed sheet beneath him, arching his spinal column. He was dangerously near to cumming yet again, when Ebima sat up and ran a indulgent helping hand up and down Chris'hearty member."Don't…Don't play with me…"Ebima smiled and pulled Chris'hips forward, wrapping the boy's legs around him."As you wish, my lover."Without pretense or any sort of admonition, Ebima plunged inside of the boy's bastard, and fucked him with long, quick poking. He gripped Chris'hip joint and plunged in and out of him with reckless wantonness. Chris bent his legs, to put his feet on Ebima's ass cheek, screaming in pain and pleasure. The botheration didn't finis long, it didn't stand a luck against the Wave of pleasure flowing the through his body."Ahh, AHHHH, Oh FUCK, don't stop, Ebima, don't nookie plosive consonant !"He shouted as his new lover pounded his ass mercilessly. Ebima leaned forward, bending Chris'ramification, holding himself above the boy with one hand, holding the boy to him with another. Chris clutched Ebima's waist and back, howling with pleasure. As he grew closer and nigh to climax, Chris heard a oceanic abyss reverberating growl. It took him a while to realize they were coming form Ebima himself. The growls grew louder until Ebima plunged himself in Chris as deep as he could go, arching his back, and spilled his fiend seed into the boy's intestine. Chris screamed and came with him, soaking both of their chests.

thorax heaving, Ebima held himself shakily above Chris."Did…Did you enjoy that, my devotee ?"Chris tried twice to verbalise, and finally settled for nodding. Ebima laughed, pulled out of Chris, and collapsed beside him. He laid against another agglomerate of pillows, and pulling Chris up to him, positioning their bodies, so that they were both on their backbone, Chris laying on his chest. Ebima laid a soft kiss on Chris'frontal bone and spoke against it."I must return you to your world my lover. May I call upon you again in the future ?"Chris coughed and spoke with a raspy voice."You can-You can scream on me…Whenever you like."Ebima chuckled and lifted Chris into an embrace. Chris buried his head in the hole of Ebima's cervix and fell asleep. He woke to the morning nurse bustling to get his vitals. Chris complied and the nurse left soon after, making noises about him possibly being discharged soon, and Chris laid in his bed, wondering if he'd dreamed the intact affair. He waddled to the privy for his morning piss and froze when her saw hickies on his neck opening and stomach. Chris slowly reached around a slipped one fingerbreadth up his ass. He came back with a fingertip coated with spunk. He stared for a recollective sentence at that seminal fluid, before licking it off his finger. He had his piss and went to the sinkhole to wash his hands. He looked around to get a newspaper publisher towel and jumped when he saw Ebima in the mirror. The daemon smiled at him and blew him a osculation. He whispered,"Soon, my lover."And Chris laid a hired man against the mirror as Ebima disappeared. He smiled to himself and whispered,"Soon."Chris chuckled to himself, and walked back to his bed, wondering what was on TV .