Bael, The Bull Demon

The smoke began to cleared and standing before John was something that could only be described as a minotaur. It had the head of a bull but the body of a muscular man. The beast’s pecs were large and round like to boulders of muscles on his chest. The beast looked around the room it had found itself in. It stretched it’s thick neck muscles and rolled back its shoulders, as if the summoning had put some kind of strain on it. John could help but noticed the size of the demon’s arms as it stretched. It’s biceps were bigger than John’s head.

The smoke was clearer more. A haze had obscured the demon’s waste but now as it cleared John’s eye fell on a something that made his mouth begin to water. The demon was completely nude, not a stitch of clothing. And it’s massive cock was free to hang out on full display. It was thick, but rigid with round curves closer to the tip. John imagined for a split second what they would feel liked pressed inside him. And the beast’s balls hung like a sack with two large fruits. The emanated a musky scent that was making John’s head spin.

“Are you just going to stare at my cock human or are you going to show me the respect I am owed.” The beast spoke at last. John was snapped from his trance and immediately prostrated himself before the demon.

“Forgive me sir, I was so amazed at my own ability to summon a demon of your caliber that I have forgotten my manners.” The witch spoke with his head pressed to the ground.

“I believe you were amazed with something else human.” The demon spoke and shook his hips sending his cock swinging slightly. His genitals moving through the air unleashed another burst of musk that permeated John’s nostrils. The scent had a profound effect on him, as he could feel himself getting hard in his pants, and his desire to be closer to its source grew within him.

“Please sir, might I know your name.” John spoke trying to keep his composure. But his own cock was already getting hard and pressing uncomfortably in his pants. It was **** to break free. The demon was quite, as if examining the witch before him.

“I am know to you mortals as Bael. Now tell me mortal what is your name, and how **** for cock were you to summon me?”

“I, I don’t know what you mean my lord.” John spoke just to be respectful. Demon’s could be unpredictable and it was best to not offend them. To just come out and say “yeah I summoned you to fuck me,” would probably be too brash. But John’s body stiffened and he felt himself being pull up to look at the demon but an invisible ****.

“No need to be coy with me human, I can smell the desire on you. You were so **** to be filled, begging for a man’s touched, but also knowing no ordinary cock would do that you prepped this ritual for no other purpose than to have your needs satiated.” The demon’s eyes glowed red and it grinned wickedly as it stepped closer to the witch. “Luckily for you, such desires are ones I revel in fulfilling.” The demon stopped just in front of the witch. His massive cock now hung just in front of John’s face, mere inches from his lips.

“Now, tell me your name witch.”

“My name is John Doe sir.” The witch spoke breathlessly. He wanted to inch forward, to bring that massive slab of meat into his mouth. But that same **** was holding him back.

“Well, John Doe, by all means give into your desire.”