It had been years since I had been back home. After my time in college was done, I felt it best to spend some time travelling around and seeing what the world had to offer me. My time backpacking through Europe was halted when I received a call late one night informing me that my mother had passed away suddenly. Her and I had never gotten along, and she was unfortunately absent throughout most of my adolescence, but I found myself saddened by the news. I took the next flight home, and arrived at my childhood home late in the evening. It was dark, and I felt a strange feeling as I walked up the asphalt driveway and onto the cobblestone walkway that led to our front door. Before I could even get to the door, it swung open, and I was greeted by my father.
“Abigail!” He ran out the door and gave me the tightest hug that I have received since I’d left. “I am so glad to see you!” It felt good, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him as I watched the rest of my immediate family file out of the home. My brother, Andrew, hugged me next while my aunts and uncles attempted to fire all of their questions out about my recent adventures. However, knowing that I was tired from my long journey, my father quickly stepped in.
“Leave the poor girl alone,” he said, shooing them back. “Abigail, your room is ready for you. I made sure to put a fresh set of blankets down this morning.”
“Thanks, dad.” I gave him another quick hug and walked inside the house. It was dimly lit, I guessed it made sense. I had arrived so late that I am sure everyone was preparing to go to bed until I had arrived. I walked up the carpeted staircase and to the first room on the left. My old room.
When I opened the door, I felt the rush of memories come swirling back to me as I recalled the countless nights I spent reading, watching television, and writing. There was something different however. After I put my bags down in my closet, I looked over at my desk and saw that my mother’s music box was sitting near the edge with a note attached to it. I brushed my hand over it and realized that it was caked in dust. I wonder when she put it here. To have this dust on it, it had to have been over a year. I ripped the note off its taped confinement and began reading:
Dear Abigail,
I am not sure when our paths will cross again. Or if they ever will. It is my sincere hope that you live a long and protected life. I am choosing to pass on this music box to you. May it bring you the same peace of mind and satisfaction that it brought me in life.
Love,
Mom
Unfortunately, it felt hard to be touched by a gift from someone that spent no time raising me as a child, or getting to know me as an adult. I placed my hand on the small crank and began to wind up the small music box. My hand halted as I began to shift the cranks as it cracked and groaned with age. As I slowly continued, the soft tunes of the music box began to fill my room, I could feel a breeze of cool air hit the back of my neck. I turned my head around, and seeing that the window in my room had been opened, I closed it tight, and got ready for bed listening to the soft sounds of the music box playing as I tucked myself into bed and drifted off to sleep.
I looked up to the ceiling, and curiously, I couldn’t see anything, almost as if the room that I was in was completely dark. I turned my head towards the door and saw that there was a light that was shining underneath from the hallway.
“What the hell?” I said as I leaned over to my bedside lamp and pulled the cord to turn it on. As soon as I heard the click of the lantern, the room filled to the brim with a crimson light. I gave a quick gasp as standing in front of my bed was a tall dark figure. There was no definite color to their skin, nor were there any facial features except the outline of eyes and a mouth, almost as if someone had drawn them into life.
“Who are you?” I began to yell, “HELP!” I tugged at my blanket covers, but they were immovable, I was trapped.
The figure put a finger to his head, and the outline of his mouth began to move. After almost a second in delay, I could hear a voice in my head.
I am Dorath. A servant of the nine hells, bound to the owner of my box. You, Abigail, have summoned me, like your mother before you. I am at your command, and will serve you as I served those before you. I shall take the form of something a bit less frightening to ease your experiences with me.
Just as the voice spread its last echo through my mind, the drawn outline of the devil before me began to change shape, filling, morphing until it became a recognizable human male.
Does this please you?
I stared up and down his body. He was well over six feet tall, his hair was short and dark as the night sky, his skin was tanned, and shining in the crimson light of the room, his face was perfectly symmetrical as his bright red eyes stared back at me. I glanced down at his muscular frame, my mouth agape as I looked lower and saw his member hanging free seven inches down his leg.
“Uh,” I looked away, embarrassed and in shock. “Do you need clothes?” I glanced back over and saw that he had moved to the side of my bed.
Typically, those that summon me prefer that I stay undressed. Would you like me to put on clothing?
Before I knew what I was doing, I shook my head, “no” and continued to stare at him, not knowing what to do. There was some kind of demon in my room, and I was face to face with it’s cock as it stood beside my bed. I bent my head up to meet his eyes. Their bright red gaze meeting mine, I watched as his lips glistened in the crimson light and bent into a slight smirk as he stared back at me.
Your heartbeat is growing faster, Abigail.
He was right, not only was my heart racing while I sat intimately with this stranger of the night, but I could feel a warmness growing between my legs. I pondered to myself whether or not what I was experiencing was real.
Look at me, Abigail.
I turned my head over and was met with his face centimeters near mine. I could feel his hot breath caressing my lips as he moved closer.
Let me help you relax.
Almost as if I was under a trance, I closed my eyes and moved my head towards him until our lips met. His lips were soft, and left a tingling sensation all around my mouth as he pulled away. I could feel the warmness between my legs begin to tingle, yearning to be helped. His lips left mine and worked their way to my cheek, giving small pecks as he worked his way down to my neck. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and began to circle around my neck as he nibbled on the skin leading down to my breasts.
Without thinking, I found my hand wandering down his firm body, grazing from his shoulders, past his chest until my hand landed firmly on his cock. My fingers ran down the length of his shaft, slowly teasing it as it began to pulse, and grow as it found its home with my hand wrapped around it. I pumped his increasingly hard member as his tongue lapped circles around my nipples, gently taking my nipples into his mouth. I could hear slight moans beginning to emanate from my mouth. I reached my free hand over the sheets of my bed and opened the covers, beckoning for him to enter while I rubbed his cock.
I could feel his hand moving down my body, cupping my breasts, trailing down my stomach and onto my thighs where his fingers traced circles around my inner thigh causing the tingling between my legs to turn into a wet, hot fire that needed attention. He moved his hands back and forth across my damp panties, never sticking to a location for too long. My hand clamped itself on to his cock as it kept growing in size.
“Please, come in.” I whispered to him, gesturing for him to climb into bed.
As you wish.
I shifted my hands off him, and pulled off the rest of the covers that hid my body and quickly undid the clasp of my bra and slipped off my panties as I watched his muscular form climb over me and lay next to me. A moment passed in which we sat silently, but the urge between my legs came over me as I ran my hand down his body, and wrapped my hand around his stiff cock. I pressed my head against his chest and let out a sigh of contentment while I stroked his member. I could feel his hot breath padding against my forehead while I serviced him. He wrapped his arm around my body and began gripping my taut ass as I began giving little pecks to his chest, visiting each nipples down to his crotch where my eyes widened at the up close look of him standing over nine inches tall at full attention. I watched my hand moving up and down for about fifteen seconds before my tongue popped out of my mouth, and began to trail the length of his shaft tracing circles around the tip of his head. I could feel his breathing become irregular, and knowing how much I must be pleasing him, the next time I reached the peak of his cock, I opened my mouth and slipped the head of his cock inside.
I could feel one of his hands tracing down my back and ass and his fingers explored my bottom in search of the warmth that was exuding from between my legs. His hands pawed around until he found my wet slit, I could feel them begin to softly rub against the skin of my sex causing me to entomb his cock deeper into my throat. Almost as if we were speaking an unspoken language, he rubbed faster brushing past my clit in the process. The further he took his actions, the farther into my mouth and down my throat I pushed his cock. I could feel the warmth of his cock as it began to convulse in my throat. I felt his fingers begin to quickly push themselves into my pussy causing me to begin slowly bucking my hips attempting to ride the fingers that pressed inside me. Pressed moans escaped from my mouth and I felt his cock growing inside my mouth until, just as my tongue lapped across his head, I felt ropes of hot sex shoot out into my mouth, and down my throat. I gulped down the sweetness that filled my mouth before releasing him from my grasp.
“You’re not finished yet are you?” I asked coyly as I felt his cock begin to shrink in my hand.
Not at all, I have only begun.
He snapped his fingers as he spoke, and suddenly I felt two large hands grip against my ass causing me gasp in shock, and excitement. I turned my head around to see the same bright red eyes staring back at me, a grin upon his face. I let out a devilish giggle and turned back toward my original lover and watched as his cock began to regrow before my eyes. He got up onto his knees as his double propped my ass up and into position.
Are you ready, Abigail?
Without answering, I plunged my head forward, thrusting his cock into my throat. The feeling of my mouth being filled by him was so exhilarating that I could feel my pussy begin to drip with excitement as I felt his double’s hands part my ass, and his cock rubbing back and forth the length of my sex. I shuddered each time his head pressed against my clit, and I began to wiggle my ass for him, beckoning for him to enter. The moment that his cock began to enter my pussy, I couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan that could barely leak out through my stuffed mouth. As I stopped moving my head on his cock, I felt it begin to move back and forth in my mouth. I propped myself up on my hands, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and his double’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Moans were escaping my mouth left and right as the two towers of pleasure pierced my entrances. I could feel my arms beginning to collapse on to the bed as the weight of the pleasure became too much.
Here, I will help you.
I heard another snap come from above me and I felt my body being lifted up by a third apparition of my lover. Weightless, I turned my head around noticing not only a fourth, but a fifth copy of him in play, all of their cocks standing tall in the crimson light. They approached closer and my hands wrapped around their length began furiously stroking them as his second continued to push through my slit, and the original had his way with my mouth.
Disappointingly as our romp continued, I felt his second’s shaft pull all the way out of me and begin to set me down. My bottom plopped down, plunging swiftly onto the cock of his third. His seconds hands worked their way to my tight asshole, beginning to prod a finger in and out of it using the juices of our sex to lubricate his fingers. Soon there was a second finger prodding into my ass, followed by something bigger. As my hole was opened wide, I felt the head of his second slowly press into my asshole. Eventually, I laid suspended in the air, held up while the cock of his third was pounding against my pussy, his second was sliding in and out of my asshole, his fourth and fifth bludged their cocks in my hands as I stroked them relentlessly and the original apparition gripped the back of my head and empathetically fucked my face. I could feel my pleasure rising up past the point of containing it, my hands stroke fasting, my tongue lapped harder, and my ass shook furiously trying to be the accompaniment to the instruments that pounded against my holes. Muffled moans and screams of ecstasy fell out of my mouth until finally I felt my stomach clench, and my legs began to shake as I felt myself climbing the mountain of orgasm until I reached my peak. My body trembled and I felt ropes of cum begin to fill my mouth, ass, and pussy, while those on the outside began to pour their sex onto my hands and arm.
One by one as we finished our climaxes, I felt his duplicates disappear until it was just him and I laying in bed, my head pressed to his chest, and my damp body draped lazily over his. We layed calmly and listened to the sounds of the music box playing its final round of its tune.
Until next time, Abigail.
His words left his mouth, the music stopped, and the crimson light faded to black as he disappeared, and my mind turned blank, fading into sleep.
My eyes opened to the bright light of the morning sun entering my room. I looked over to my desk and saw the open music box staring back at me.
“Until next time.”