Flushed Cheeks

With a clatter Amanda pulls the door open before me, her hair disheveled, clothes crinkled, and creased, an obvious red flush on her chest and cheeks.

“H-Hey, Danny you’re ok! Don't worry about not picking me up, I was more worried about you not being hurt or sick” She stammers, offering a nervous smile "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, she seems nice, looking after you and all". God the smell of her aroused sex was filling my nose, begging me to take her now.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened.” I shrug, gulping audibly, “So, you ready to go?” I ask, using every ounce of willpower to stop myself from devouring her, and deftly dodging her comment about Azara.

“Y-yeah, sure. But where are we going? I thought we would drink here?” She asks confused, her thighs subtly rubbing against each other as her eyes roam over my body, unable to control herself, her nipples like two piercing points under her shirt.

“Over to Julie’s, she’s looking forward to seeing you” I offer, forcing myself to step back as I hold my breath.

A scowl flashes across her face, before she pouts cutely at me, “Oh... ok, let me just get showered and changed real quick”

I nod as she disappears behind the door. A sudden uncontrollable urge rises within me, my body moving on its own accord. Begging, no, demanding that it be fed, as I take one slow heavy step after another towards my sisters door.

“Danny! Danny I’m back! Amy text me that you weren't feeling well is everything ok!?” A familiar and pleasant voice suddenly calls from downstairs, breaking me from my trance.

Slowly I turn and descend the stairs, my body heavy, sluggish almost.

In the kitchen my loving mother stands, her back to me, her glorious ass giggling as she pulls medicines and home remedies from a large brown bag, a separate one next to them filled with bottles of whisky, rum, and cola. I stare, following the crease of her yoga pants as they disappear between those peachy cheeks, just begging to be claimed.

“Danny?” Her soft voice asks, “Mi amor?” My eyes slowly run from her ass, up the delicate curve of her back, her toned shoulder blades hidden under her tight crop top, until finally, I stare into her eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as she suddenly glances up the stairs, sweat beading on her brow, “Stay here” she says, her voice suddenly panicked as she makes a move towards the stairs behind me.

There’s a demon here, I can’t let her near my son

Her thoughts explode in my head, and without even realising I had moved.

I had moved to the side and forward as she passed by me, my strong arms suddenly linking around her from behind. One pinning her waist to mine, the other snaking up between her swelling tits and latching viciously around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

She gargles under my grip, some weak feeble attempt to talk to me, but I paid it no mind. I spin around slamming my mother into the island, cracking the black marble.

My hand left her neck, instead pinning her skull to the countertop, pressing it hard into the broken marble with cry of pain escaping her lips. Her ass melting around my crotch, my thick cock engorged and ready to take what is mine, straining under my trousers.

“Danny...” she whimpers, tears in her eyes, she doesn’t struggle, she doesn’t fight, her eyes remain fixed on mine.

“How did you know.” I demand, my voice seeming to make the very floorboards shake.

“Don’t... don’t let her control you, Daniel... you’re stronger than her” she whimpers, sobbing quietly.

“Answer me.” I snarl into her ear, my face contorted in anger as it bubbles through me.

“Danny, your fa-father... he was an Angel, you’re an Angel Danny, you're mi ángel Daniel, you can fight this, you can fight her” she sobs quietly under my grip, my nails slowly turning black, and hard, extending into small razor sharp claws.

My mind explodes in confusion, a million things racketing around inside as I try and make sense of what she is saying. Could she just be making it up to appeal to my human nature? No. That doesn’t explain how she could sense Azara upstairs.

Azara.

The sudden thought of her being put in harms way fills me with even more anger, no, fury.

“And you didn’t tell me? Why.” I demand, seething an inch from her ear.

“I-I- How, how could I” she whimpers, her sobs quelled. Her ass slowly starting to bump against my raging cock. Her nipples poking through her top.

“Hmph. My own mother keeping secrets from me.” I muse as I lean back, pressing her into the island with my hips, returning her affections.

“Danny... Danny... please” She whispers, eyes fixing on mine, her hair masking her face as she struggles with the very aura that my body has already begun to give off. _Azara must have been fucking me in my sleep for hours without stop I growl in my mind, furious at being robbed of the chance to get used to these powers on my own accord,_ robbed of being able to decide my path myself.

“Fuck you?” I sneer. “Gladly.”

Her eyes go wide with panic, suddenly aware of her body betraying her, the pheromones being emitted from my new demonic body twisting her body against her mind.

With my free hand I free my larger cock, noticing its change. It was longer, and even thicker, covered in veins that looked plump and angry, almost giving it something akin to ridges, easily a an inch or two longer now and as thick as a can of cola. I couldn’t help but grin.

I viciously rip her yoga pants away from her flesh, baring her ass, thighs dripping with lust as her pussy is already gushing with anticipation.

“No... God! mi ángel no!” She cries, my hand releasing her head as they both come up, clamping around her mouth, muffling her rising cries and craning her neck backwards, her head facing the heavens.

With little effort, little care, I slam forward, my cock shredding the thong that barely covered her pussy. I watch as it stretches her, destroying her pussy against all reason, inch after inch sinking into her luscious cuban curves.

Her screams are muffled as her eyes go wide like disks, her hands reaching back to desperately try and push me out. But I keep going, feeling something stopping me before I shove forward harder, her cervix parting around my cock, conquering her womb, every inch buried deep inside her.

Suddenly her body quakes, raising up on tiptoes her thick thighs and juicy ass jiggling as she bucks on my cock of her own accord, a massive orgasm rocking through her body, right to her very core. Her warm tanned skin coated in the sweat of her own arousal.

“Enjoying it, are we mom?” I whisper into her ear, removing my hands from her mouth, letting her slump onto the broken island.

“Soooo big.... so big....” she whimpers, her eyes glazed and distant, her pussy massaging my cock as she coos.

Without warning I pull back, feeling the void left behind within her before slamming back in, and again, and again. Her pussy squelching and slurping on my member, which glistens with her arousal. It’s all my sweet mother can do but whimper, no longer in fear, but mind-boggling pleasure.

“Yes... oh god... mi ángel... you can’t do this...” she moans barely audible over the sound of my balls clapping against her gorgeous body.

“Oh mom, you don’t like your sons cock?” I ask, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her back to my chest, her tongue lolling out in pleasure

“No... no... no...” she stammers, pathetically trying to resist, before she breaks “I love it... fuck me... fuck mommy... fuck her hard.. break me son, break mommys naughty pussy, mommy kept secrets from you, mommy needs to be punished by her good boy” she begs, her hands no longer clawing to get away, no caressing my body, running along my arms, reaching back to caress my chin.

I grin, slapping her ass cheeks hard, leaving an angry wet welt behind. She squeaks, giggling with pleasure as her eyes roll back, her pussy squirting around me as she shudders in orgasm again.

Again and again I plunge into her, ravaging her body, before hilting myself deep inside her womb, my baby batter painting her walls white, quickly filling her up and gushing out around her, dripping on the floor as she shakes and shivers in pleasure

“So much... so much... get me... pregnant, such a good boy fucking his naughty mommy so hard” she whimpers, her knees giving out as she slowly falls to the floor in a puddle of her own juices and mine.

“You are right to be greatful.” I say, remorseless as she looks up at me, love and affection radiating out of her eyes. “You’re mine now. My property, my slut. Understand?”

She nods, smiling as she reaches up, her hands running over my thighs and abs, “Of course, of course! I’m yours, mi ángel, I’m yours, your dirty mommy” her lips kissing my skin as I step back out of her grip.

“Enough. Clean yourself up and clean up this room. Wait for me with Azara until I get back.” I order, mom just sits there giving me obedient and enthusiastic nods.

“Of course, of course, my son”

I hear the shower turning off upstairs, Amanda will be ready soon, watching as my mother quickly ducks into the garage to pull on some clean clothes from the laundry. She returns quickly in a pair of skinny blue jeans that are fashionably torn and hug her curves deliciously, a v-neck white t-shirt hiding her tits but doing nothing to hide her pert nipples. She soon busies herself with cleaning up, her eyes drifting to me as she does so, keeping her ass angled towards me no matter where she moves, begging me to fuck her again.

I sigh, rolling my shoulders and making my way to the mustang, suddenly bored of having to deal with people, no. Humans.

I slump down in the driver seat of my car, groaning as I think over everything that has happened.

I’ve become a demon. Not just any demon, but one of the strongest demons there could be.

I’ve now got a demoness as a lover or servant I guess, which is taking some getting used to.

I can read peoples thoughts, their emotions as well... I think.

And... I’ve fucked and likely impregnated my own mother, making her essentially my ****. Which... strangely... I don’t feel any way about. Well except a subtle shame, certainly less shame than I should be feeling.

_And to top it all off, according to my own mom that I am a literal Angel, or maybe half Angel? Am I even an Angel at all anymore, can I really call myself that after what I just did to my mom... does that make me a Fallen Angel? Is that why I became a Royal Demon? _I rub my eyes before resting my head on the steering wheel.

Think. What powers do I have at the minute. I think as I run a hand through my black hair.

Ok, so, my dicks bigger, and I’m obviously a lot stronger than a normal human with how I broke the marble counter top, which... should have hurt my mother. At least broken a couple of bones. Which means... I must have some way of healing people, I’ll have to narrow that one down.

What else... oh! Somehow women in my presence get really aroused, no matter what I’m doing to them. I wince, thinking back to how I hurt my mother... the shame growing deeper as it washes over me...

And when I've sated my desires... I regain a part of myself I think... or maybe I'm just clinging in desperation to my rapidly fading humanity.

A knock on the window breaks me out of my thoughts as the passenger door opens.

“H-Hey... you ok?” Amanda asks sweetly as she sits down, and I nod weekly, leaning back in my seat. “Did you see what mom did to the counter top, Dad is going to loose his mind, I still don’t know how she did that!” Amanda says, amazed as she buckles up "She said she knocked the pots of the rack and they cracked it"

“Ready?” I ask dodging her line of thought. Turning to look at her, my breath catching in my throat again. Her hair once again falls in waves down her body, but over her shoulders baring her form, she's wearing a pair of tight jeans that are capped in heeled brown boots that accentuate her thighs and plump ass in the chair. Pulled tight across her chest is yet another anime top, this time it seems to be a black Dragonball t-shirt, and yet another v-neck at that, hidden underneath a cut leather jacket. She has lipstick on as well I notice right away, subtle brown-red colour painted on those full kissable lips, with subtle blush on her checks, and light gold eyeliner. I can't help but take it in, this tiny girl is absolutely stunning.

“Uh... yeah? Ready” she smiles at me, brows furrowed as she notices I dodge the question, but says nothing.