He's changing you.

You can feel it. Power unlike any other.

A typhoon of energy is held by the demon's palm – a sphere of circling wind.

You watch in awe as the ethereal sphere hardens – the swirling green energies becoming obsidian stone – a pattern of viridian flowing inside it.

It looks much like a toy marble or snow globe.

The demon's laughing dies as a arrogant sneer grows on his pointed face.

"Yes... perfect... perfect... thank you, Naomi. Thank you."

"What did you just do?" you barely whisper.

"This is pure sexual energy – channeled," the demon explains, "Specifically, it is your body's and mind's submission over your soul's resistance – the supernatural reaction of yin and yang, I suppose you could say. With it formed into something that I can channel, like a rod, wand, or gem, I can do just about anything – at least until I use up all the energy I have stored."

"Oh," you don't know what to say – the idea is frightening.

"Yes, of course, I have no intention of ever running out of sexual energy."

"Never?" you snort, "So you'll wait here in this alley every day and **** girls until you have enough energy to take over the world, or something?" you take control of yourself and stand up from your compromising position against the wall, your skirt falling back over your ass. You pull up your panties.

So he's **** you. Maybe you enjoyed it a little. What else can he do to you? Maybe it's a little stupid, but you aren't afraid of him.

"Almost," the demon grins, his body turns back to you, his cock rapidly rising, but–

He's frowning now, "Who said you could stand up, bitch?"

"I did. I'm leaving. You got your 'sexual energy', so I can leave."

"You thought that? You thought I would let you go, just like that?"

"Well, sure... it's not like you can't get any more sexual energy out of me – right? You took all of it when I came."

He's grinning again, a hysterical laugh breaks out of his throat.

"You thought that? That you could walk free? Just like that? When I have all this power now? When I can do anything?"

"It doesn't make sense to use sexual energy you just got on the person you got it from!" you shout, flustered, and a little scared.

"No, I suppose not," he's grinning, "Unless you consider it... an investment."

"An investment?"

He doesn't bother talking now, instead, he palms the black crystal and extends his arm towards you.

"Chix'la no shi-te ka to kara!"

A strong invisible grip paralyzes your muscles. Your eyes widen in fear.

"Chix'la no su-te ka to nora!"

A black beam of light explodes from the crystal and rockets to your forehead.

Pain blossoms in your mind – a headache unlike any other pulses in your veins.

"W-What are you d-doing to me..."

There are voices in your head, terrible voices – hundreds of them. Speaking in scratched and hoarse tones, begging for release; escape. They want you to let them free. Let them take over your mind.

The demon, still holding the orb, calmly approaches your collapsed form and lifts up your head, his jagged fingers digging into your chin.

"Your name is Naomi, isn't it?"

You feel your lips move, a voice exits it – but it isn't yours – though it sounds like it.

"Yes."

The demon pauses for a moment before saying, "It isn't any more."

"My name isn't Naomi?"

"Everybody thinks your name is Naomi, but they are mistaken. Your name is ****."

"****," you say, finding it familiar and pleasurable to say – wait, did you say that?

"Yes," he licks his lips, "Yes. And do you like sex, ****?"

"Sorta – I mean it feels good but–"

"You love sex, ****. There isn't anything else in the world you love more than sex. There is nothing."

"N-Nothing..." yes, you are speaking, you can feel the sparks in your pussy whenever you agree with him.

"And who is your master, ****? Who commands you?"

"N-Nobody–"

"I command you. Isn't that right? I am your master. You'll do anything I say."

"Yes," the demon smiles and helps you up with his free hand.

He gestures to the wall, "Get back in your position, ****."

"Yes, Master," you say, pressing your hands against the brick, eagerly spreading your legs and presenting your clothed ass and dribbling pussy.

"When I fill you with my sperm, these facts will be sealed. A contract, if you will. You will follow my commands, obey your sexual desires, and give me all of your sexual energy when I require it. You will do this all for sex – all for release."

"Yes, Master," you inch your legs a little further apart – it's difficult to stand but you really want to give him access, you're getting really hot... and Master has such a long pole to pound you with.

You help Master position himself by flipping up your uniform skirt and pulling your damp panties aside; spreading your lips and easing the two of you into alignment.

"I'm ready, Master. I'm so ready," somewhere inside you, something protests, but you quash it – you... want to... sex. You love sex.

Master enters you softly – so unlike before. His trembling girth makes solid fufilling strokes before he loses it all and finally thrusts into you recklessly.

His body slams into your ass and all you can do is hold tightly onto the wall, your tongue hanging like a dog as you pant and moan.

But you lose all your strength – you slowly fall to the floor as Master keeps pounding you. His strokes are so pronounced and fast that you don't even feel your orgasm creeping and when you finally notice it– it's too late.

"Ahh Master! I'm cumming–" and he does too, unloading quart after quart of black semen into your womb.