Cheek on Casey's parents with Casey.

Though you had no reason to distrust Casey, you still had to see for yourself. The internet had become less and less reliable over recent years, and for all you knew Casey could have been overreacting. You have known people who’ve grown up with angry or abusive parents, and almost all of them had a really bad habit of jumping at shadows. But just in case there was some form of danger in Casey’s room, you wanted to go prepared.

You went to your closet and pulled out a heavy baseball bat, grasping its shaft with both hands and giving it a good shake to see if it was still sturdy. The last time this bat saw any use was back in your later years in high school. It served you well back then, scoring you the winning home run at the start of your Junior year and your first blowjob from a very impressed, very sexy, cheerleader.

Feeling that you were adequately prepared, you started to make your way out the front door, only to be stopped by Casey grabbing you by the arm. As you looked back at her, you noticed a look of horror in her eyes. “No, don’t leave me alone, please,” she choked. Whatever she saw must have frightened her terribly. In the back of your mind, you knew that taking Casey with you would have been a bad idea, especially if there was some kind of danger. But at the same time, you didn’t want to leave the frightened young girl alone.

“Alright,” you told her, “but stay close. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

The young woman blushed at your words before timidly hooking her arms around your body. Though this did restrict your movement, it was probably for the best as you now knew exactly where the trembling girl was.

As you stepped out of your room with your bat in hand, the first thing you noticed was how dark it was. It was still early morning, so aside from the muted sunlight from the windows with a mix of occasional lightning, the halls were almost completely dark. As you neared Casey’s room, you heard the unmistakable sounds of sex through the closed door, very hot, very passionate, sex. One of the moans you could recognize as Casey’s mother. The other sounded almost beastlike.

The door was cracked open, possibly from when Casey ran from the room, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to just step up to the door and peek inside. With your bat firmly in hand, you carefully crept up to the door and looked through the crack.

Your eyes went wide at what your saw, with a mix of terror and disbelief. Inside was a giant gray demon that stood roughly over seven feet tall and looked like he was made purely out of muscle. He had two large curled horns that grew just above his brow, hooved feet, a long tail with a thick tuff of black hair on the tip, and burning yellow eyes.

He had his extremely large cock buried deep inside what you could only assume was Casey’s mother. The last time you saw the shrill woman, she was the very definition of a bitch with an overweight body and large thick-rimmed glasses. The woman that was bent over backward on the couch, however, was a bombshell. She had virtually no fat on her body, large double D-cup breasts, wide hips, almost impossible curves, full red lips, and long flowing black hair.

“Oh, baby!” shouted the woman, “You…oh yes!...Have gotten…so much better!...Oh!”

“Still think I’m limp, bitch!” the demon shouted with a mix of pride and anger.

“Oh no, baby!” she cued, “I want you to shove that hot cock…oh yes!...Deep!...Ah!...Inside me!”

As you watched, you couldn’t decide if you should be aroused or terrified, and neither could your cock it seemed. As you tried to decide what to do next, you felt Casey tugging at your body. It was clear from the look in her eyes that she wanted you to leave.