So much money, you have to say yes.

You can't believe what you are about to say, but your mouth betrays you as you find yourself saying, “Fine, I'll take it.”

He laughs and closes the case with a click. Grabbing your arm a bit rough, but not painfully, he pulls you along beside him back into the casino, but off to the left toward the hotel part rather than the gaming floor. The two of you walk up to the front desk, he quickly checks in, and before you know it you are standing in a hotel room on the fourth floor about to be fucked for money by a disgusting asshole. He is on you the second the door closes, kissing your face, not exactly kissing you, more like he is just licking and sucking all over your face. At the same time his hands are all over your body, groping roughly at your tits and reaching up your skirt. You try to push him off of you, as all of his attention is overwhelming, but he won't relent. Finally as the back of your legs hit the bed he stops and pushes you backward causing you to fall across the bed. “This is awesome.” He laughs, and unbuckles his belt, yanking it out of his pants. For a second you are pretty sure he is going to hit you with it, but he drops it on the floor. “Get naked.” He demands and continues stripping frantically.

Looking up at him, you can't help but reconsider, but it is so much money. You pull off your shirt, drop your skirt. He is on top of you in a flurry of licking and pawing. He pushes your legs up demanding, “Hold your legs whore.” You do as instructed and he bites your g string, licks your pussy and well, the entire area near your pussy, before ripping free your panties. “I just wanted a taste.” He laughs, then climbs up your body till his sweaty face is right above yours, your legs still pressed against your torso, holding the heels of your shoes as instructed. He licks your face, almost sucking your perky nose, it is all so filthy, but at the same time part of you is a little turned on by the pure animal lust. All the same there is something a bit unnatural about it. He is basically sucking on your face, his mouth all over you, when you feel something pressing against your anus. “So tight.” He grunts trying to **** his cock into your asshole.

“Ouch, some lube or something would be nice.” As you say that something wet squirts all over your crotch. It is warm, “What the fuck? Did you just piss on me?” You demand but he silences you with his mouth and tongue as he licks you, then shoves his long tongue down your throat. How? Is all you can think as his you feel his tongue dig down your throat, you are sure it is half way down your esophagus. As he envelops you his cock presses harder and slips into your flesh. If he wasn't basically cutting off your breath, you would surely have gasped. He tastes foul and his meat is swelling inside of you. Letting go of your heels you want to fight him off, but his hands take hold of yours, forcing you to keep holding your heels. He bares down on you and his meat seems to be digging deeper even though his body isn't moving. His eyes stare into yours suddenly and you see something you didn't notice before, a faint yellow glow.

He seems to notice your recognition and yanks his head back suddenly, his tongue flowing up you and slipping out, as he pulls his torso back his tongue hangs down his to his chest, oozing phlegm. “Now you see it don't you meat.” He cackles, his mouth opening impossibly wide, nearly halving his head. “I am so sorry that I have to eat you like this. I would love to fuck you longer, your ass feels amazing, but I am so hungry.”

“Why me?” You ask, panting from the fucking he is giving you, his meaty cock pumping in and out of your asshole, while his torso simply presses against you.

“Why you. You are meat. One of the cursed. There is no penalty or cost to eat one like you. Don't you know all of this? Oh this is rich. You escaped your fate and don't even know. But how? How could a meat like you escape and not know.” His laugh has almost become a chittering like a horrible insect.

Fighting the urge to scream and lose yourself in madness, you fight and say, “So tell me. You are so smart and going to eat me anyway. Tell me, let me know how stupid I am.”

Still fucking your asshole, you can't help but pant and a low moan escapes your lips. He laughs more and holds you down, you are helpless and he knows it. “I think I will. Yes, the meat is always more tender when it is afraid. Just as you see us, we can see you. Most of your kind hide yourselves behind baubles of magic, trinkets that mask that you are tainted, that you are meat for us to eat. As you are one that does not exist, the magic makes the normals forget they saw you, so we can eat you for free. As you have a trace of magic you are so delicious, such tender meat. But you have no trinkets, nothing to hide behind. No blue magic. You don't even know how to find the blue magic.” He laughs at this. “Know that it is one of the lowly yellow, the demons of the pit that devours you.” Then he grunts, his cock pulsating inside of you. “But not before I take my fill of your flesh.” Finally he pulls back a little, but at the same time he latches his horrible mouth on your head, sucking you into him. His moist opening, his mouth takes you in, the smell of decay is all around you as he suckles on your head. His cock pounds into you and you can feel more liquid filling your insides, it is getting you drunk, the fluid is intoxicating. Somehow horrifying, exhilarating, and building to something, an orgasm of your existence perhaps. Your body is locked like this, his meat penetrating your anus, your pussy aching as the knobby flesh of his body rubs against it. He lets your head pop out once again, an impossibly huge grin still on his face. “It is too bad you don't know what to do. If one such as me stares at you, studies you, you mustn’t be alone with us. For while the normals forget you, they will see you as long as you are in their sight. You can be fearless in a group, but alone you are meat. Much like now. It is so fun to tell you of your stupidity. I could be your mentor. I could show you the way, keep you safe.”

“So do it. Keep me safe, then you can fuck me whenever you want.”

“No, I think I will feast on your flesh.” He sucks your head in once again and you are sure you are going to die this time. Your mind races trying to think of something, anything that you can do. But there is nothing. Nothing that you can do to fight this powerful beast that is fucking you and suckling on your body. So you try the opposite, you grind up into him, taking his cock deeper, bucking against him. Letting him fuck you deeper and deeper, clenching his meat in your boney, perky, tight amazing ass. He shudders, he sucks your face, he fucks your ass. Then his head jerks back, letting your breathe once again. His head stares at the ceiling and a howl escapes his horrible maw. His cock lets loose a torrent of cum or something even more foul that blows into you with enough **** that it sprays out back against his body. The flow is so massive that it is soon leaking down to the floor and pooling in the bed, soaking the mattress. As he howls and blows his meat is **** finally out of you by the flow, at the same time his hands slip off of you, and for a second you find yourself free of his grip. As you look at him the illusion of humanity completely fades and you can see the rubbery flesh of this tentacled thing of nightmares. The ooze all over helps you to slip from the bed with a thump you land on the floor. Your heels betray you for the first time as you try to get to your feet. He hears the thump and howls in anger lashing out at you with a meaty, rubbery limb. The blow catches you in the stomach and sends you flying against the wall to the right of the window. Lurching and holding you side you climb to your feet as he, or it rather leaps at you savagely. “Where do you think you are going!!” He howls in a mix of amusement and anger. Knowing you can't fight this, you nimbly slap the ground and by a hairs breath you avoid his attack and roll to the side as he slams hard against the wall where your head was only a second before. An instant later and your skull would surely have shattered. His clawed feet scrape the ground to gain purchase, and you lurch on all fours, rising to your feet to a run. Both of you are in motion in an instant and running for the door. Just as you reach out to the handle you can feel spittle hitting your back and you realize that trying to open the door will only lead to failure. Instead just as he leaps for you, you again slap the ground hoping that his momentum will carry him over you. “Graaa. Stop running meat.” He growls, but your bet was right, and the door can't stand up to his massive weight. He smashes into the hallway and on into the wall with a thud. Pushing off you rise back up and your first thought is to follow him out, but he spins so fast you skid to a halt in the doorway, stopping yourself by grabbing the frame of the door, he is back at you as you turn and run back into the room. There is no where to go in the small room save jumping out of the window. He is howling with laughter as he runs at you at full speed. You run at the window as fast as your legs will carry you. Again he is so fast, he is on you, the heat of his body baring down on your back. Reaching up you grab the bar holding the window shades and pray that it will hold. He slams into the window and smacks your legs. The window shatters unable to withstand the awesome **** of the beast. He lashes back at you with rubbery strong limbs, and just catches your right foot. Those shoes, your high heels, he clutches them with all his **** and you are sure he will rip your leg from your body. He falls impossibly slow as if time itself was bending to allow his victory. A ripping sound hits your ears, the bar you are holding bends, then snap.

Still clutching the heel of your shoe, the buckled little strap rips free and with only a shoe to remember his failure he plummets to the ground far below. Slams hard on the stone pavement, and gives off one foul scream before his very being surrenders to the **** and in an explosion of bile and foul black ooze he bursts, before melting to foul acrid mist that almost seems to be sucked back into the earth. “Fucking hell.” Is all you can say panting as you lean against the wall. Looking around at the disgusting mess of the room you have no idea what you should do. Surely another guest will have called security and they will be on you. Quickly you take stock of what there is. The briefcase he had, all of his clothes even seems to have been a product of him as it is slowly melting into the same black ooze that you can see far below you in the parking lot. Your shirt and skirt seem fine, but your socks, shoes, and panties are destroyed. Your purse also seems to be fine, and you scoop it all up, not wanting to put it on considering you are covered in some kind of filth. You have to have a shower to wash the filth that almost seems to be trying to eat you even now with the creature dead. But there isn't even a door on your room.