Yeziroth takes over

The bartender shook his head and chuckled as I popped my hat on. "Mike, its too cold out there for any kinky stuff." he said. A wicked grin split my face as I turned.

"Not for me." I said, but I was taking a back seat. This was His show. Yeziroth stirred in my mind. I felt his foreign mind pulsing into my body. My muscles ached from the mystical forces surging inside of me. I slid out the back door and saw her. Her coat was buttoned and her hair was being whipped in the wind under the steel-gray sky. The half-light of the alleyway was better than the bar, and I saw just how gorgeous she was.

Yeziroth took the reigns. Sometimes he shuts me out completely, sometimes I'm in control and he helps. This time, I was allowed to observe. I was sweating. One of the benefits of having a demon from Hell in your body is that he tends to keep you warmer than whiskey when he is in control. Her eyes sparkled in the shifting light as the clouds roared overhead. I pressed myself against her and our mouths met again.

The swirl of raw emotion and hunger in my brain pulsed with my now raging heart. I grabbed her leg and lifted it with one hand and tore her thin panties away with a loud rip. She gasped and pressed her slick, hot pussy against my hand. I slid two fingers into her dripping wet sex and Yeziroth worked his magic. Her eyes shot open as she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as pulses of power flowed from them. She stared into my eyes and Yeziroth saw what she desired.

"She is used to be used. She is a whore, afterall. She wants something more from this. She wants to be worshipped and kissed and held closely." he informed me as I pulled my fingers out. Out of all of his tricks, this is my favorite one. I push her back and stair into her eyes. He is writing the script and using my mouth to say "I don't want you like that. You deserve better than a random fuck in an alley. You are too beautiful, too sweet." Her lips part and she lets her head tilt.

"I don't deserve any of that. I'm a whore." she says, tears starting to well up. I stroke the side of her face and tilt her head up so she is looking at me again.

"Not to me. What a person does is not who they are, and honey, you ain't no whore." She smiled and started to cry. That was my cue. I kissed her hard. She pulled me back against her and damned near tore my pants getting my cock out.

"Make love to me. Please!" she moaned in my ear as her hand slid over my rod. Another advantage of having a sex demon in your body is the consolation prize of a massive dick. I kissed her deeply and lifted her legs so they were wrapped around my waist, and let her guide my thick, pulsing cock into her. I pressed foreward slowly, filling her up. The sensations coursed through me as I felt the wet velvet of her squeeze against me. She took short, quick breaths as I kissed her neck and started to pump in and out.

"You are a Goddess." I growled. "I feel it all. Your smooth legs and crystal eyes washing over me, the slickness of your desire..." Yeziroth said through me. She came, shaking in a wave as I pumped deeper and harder into her. He was good. I felt him surge, his energy filling my muscles and blood with hot power. I doubt he meant to, but he shut me out.

I got impressions of what happened. Little flashes of perception. Hands on bare skin squeezing heavy breasts. Her mouth open as she exploded into a perpetual orgasm. Her thighs around my head and her taste in my mouth as she swiveled her hips around, grinding on my face and tongue. My cock in her mouth being flicked and teased by her smooth warm lips. Her hands on my ribcage digging in with her fingernails as she sucked me off. A flash of her braced against the dumpster moaning wildly while I rammed my cock deep and hard into her from behind, and finally, the shock of a thousand earthquakes as I roared into my own orgasm deep inside of her, every cell of my cock throbbing with power as I shot load after load deep into her quivering sex.

Yeziroth faded backward, swollen with power and drunk from it. I looked into her eyes and saw the tear fall. "Thank you. I don't even know your name." she whispered, touching my face. "Does it matter? Get off the streets, doll; or at least get onto some better streets than this." I ripped a 20 from my wallet and pushed it into her hand. "Get cleaned up and a bite to eat. Use the change as cab fare on a job hunt. Model glasses or something." I said. Now the real tears came. I left her in the alley and went back to my car.