Halloween Party ch.3

"You're a demon," Harry replied. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be my enemy. Your mission is to corrupt me. Don't try to convince me otherwise."

"Your body says otherwise," Daphne taunted, ignoring his argument. Her gaze fell to his waist, indicating the obvious state of his arousal. His cock hadn't fully subsided after releasing its load onto his wife's beautiful body. It was hard again just from looking at her and her massive breasts. "You see, you want to dance with me. Why fight it?"

Harry could only nod, not daring to utter a word for fear of losing himself in this woman. He knew she was dangerous. She represented everything that had changed since the lightning strike. Still, he felt helpless, knowing that she was right. Though he had entered this bedroom to save his wife, he knew he still desired her. He had always loved his wife, but this new form had taken that love to an entirely different level. It was as if he had been given a potion of desire. Or rather, he had been changed, just like her. Their relationship was set for an eternal struggle as they sought balance within themselves. Light and Darkness. Good and Evil. Angel and Demon. They couldn't exist separately. Neither of them could survive alone. They needed each other to live.

And so, taking Daphne by the hands, he led her to an open space in the bedroom, where he took her in his arms, and they danced in small circles, slowly moving across the floor to the rhythm of distant music. Even without a song suitable for their slow dance, they created their own rhythm, getting closer to each other, feeling each other's heartbeat.

Resting her cheek against his chest, Daphne smiled to herself, knowing her plans were coming to fruition. But she sensed reluctance in Harry, even as his powerful erection pressed against her abdomen, tempting her to unleash all her instincts. She knew she might have to wait for that time, but for now, she delighted in encouraging the inevitable.

"I love you so much," Daphne whispered before kissing his chest. She lightly ran her fingers over his bare chest, relishing the touch of his smooth skin, knowing what lay beneath. She desperately wanted his cock deep inside her pussy. She needed him to thoroughly fuck her. It was her calling. She just had to draw him in. "I love you too," Harry replied, swallowing hard, trying to loosen the knot of fear that had lodged itself in his throat. In his mind, the scent of Daphne's perfume still lingered, intoxicating his senses. But he still saw something more than just these desires and perceived Daphne as something else that threatened to bring him down and plunge the Earth into chaos. That couldn't happen. He just had to hold out until he figured out what to do next. As long as she was with him, her demonic influence couldn't spread to the party happening elsewhere in the house, even as he heard the sounds of couples having sex in the vacant rooms. All that mattered was keeping Daphne away from the guests until the party was over. Then they could figure out what to do next.
And so they danced, each believing they were fulfilling part of a divine or monistic plan. It didn't matter, as each of them believed they had to dance with the other until the next stage arrived.

Harry could spend an eternity dancing with Daphne. He felt her weight shifting as her movements grew increasingly vigorous. The air around them was charged with electricity, or maybe it was just her energy sparking between them, causing him to stand at attention, his cock as hard as steel and ready for action. He wanted to deny it, to pretend it wasn't really happening, that her body had nothing to do with what he was feeling. Yet, as the music changed in the rest of the house, he still held her close, feeling her body move in sync with his, her warmth flowing through him as if he were being warmed by hellfire. He shivered, but not from the cold.

"My sweet husband," Daphne hummed, barely more than a whisper. Her hot breath wafted over the base of Harry's neck as they continued their gentle sway. "You must know I won't stop at anything until you're inside me."

Harry's cock twitched at the suggestion. It had a mind of its own, liking that idea immediately. But Harry was more reserved than his cock. His mind understood the need to maintain balance in the universe. He didn't want to give in so easily.

"I'd let you fuck me like a cheap whore," Daphne continued. "Just one slip is all it would take. I know it's in you somewhere. Release your angelic cock and show me how hard you can fuck."

With her face pressed against Harry's chest, Daphne giggled, knowing she was getting under his skin. She could feel his pulse quicken as she spoke, presenting all sorts of indecent suggestions. She knew she could talk endlessly about all kinds of depraved ideas until he broke. Eventually, he would yield, and when he did, he'd be screaming in ecstasy. Then her work would be done.

"I can tell you're aroused now," Daphne purred, running her hand over his chest. "Why not just admit you want me?"

"No," Harry practically shouted, pushing his wife away with such force that her body turned, forcing her to grab the nightstand to keep from falling completely.

Harry pantsed, retreating toward the door leading to the hallway. He had to do everything he could to avoid looking down at his cock. His erection was still evident, despite his efforts to quell it. There was no denying that his wife was alluring. It would take a man much stronger than him to turn away from something as tempting as his wife's voluptuous body. But he had done just that. This time, he intended to stay outside, locking the bedroom door and preventing her from joining the party.
However, Harry couldn't leave the bedroom. He was stuck in place, a mental blockade preventing him from exiting the room. He cursed softly, trying to find the missing piece within himself, the key to salvation, but no solution came. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the beauty of his wife. She possessed the body of a sex goddess, curves that most men and many women fantasize about. It was beyond temptation, and he felt that he could no longer escape his desires.

While Harry wrestled with his mind, Daphne snapped out of her near-trip. It was clear that her husband was in chaos. The expression on his face showed he was battling internally, fighting with himself as his better judgment struggled against the call of wild nature, the desire to experience the kind of raw passion that only a sex demon like her could offer.

"Harry?" Daphne asked innocently. "You can save me. I know you want to. I want you to. I want you to save me. Please. The only way to exorcise the demon from me is with your cock. You have to fuck me. Fuck me, and the demon will leave."

Harry swallowed hard, unable to determine if Daphne's words were a trap or if she was sincere. Was his wife still there? Was the sweet and innocent Daphne still present? Her occasional role-playing as a demon or devil had always been a playful guise, a game on top of her true nature. But now she had been corrupted, and Harry desperately wanted to save her.

"Fuck me, please," Daphne continued, her speech nearly manic as she spoke faster and louder. She bounced on her heels, behaving like a junkie in need of another hit.

Harry approached her cautiously. He could feel the sexual need radiating from his wife, reaching out to caress his naked chest and hard cock. Daphne was in pain; her demonic desires were at war with the real woman inside her. And if she was right, that he could fuck the demon out of her, it was an opportunity he had to seize. It was his mission to save Daphne from eternal torment at the hands of whatever or whoever had taken control of his wife. If he didn't act quickly, he'd lose her forever.

"Yes," Harry replied calmly and quietly. But that one word brought a smile to Daphne's face, and tears welled up in her eyes, making them shine even brighter than before.

Harry acted swiftly, not wanting to let her suffer any longer. He took three large steps to reach her side, sweeping her up in his arms like a bride and carrying her over the threshold back to their marital bed. There was no need for romance or ceremony. They needed action, and every passing moment was torture for Daphne, while Harry tried to delay his own satisfaction, knowing that saving his wife was his top priority.

Harry gently laid his wife on the soft surface of the bed. He stood at the end, towering over her as he pulled the skirt of her fustanella to the floor, revealing the enormity of his stiff cock. A low moan escaped Daphne's lips as she looked at him. This massive organ had recently erupted all over her, bathing her face and breasts in a white stream. Now, she craved it deep inside her, filling her like never before.
Daphne spread her legs, but not wanting to appear too eager, she moved slowly, lifting her hips just a few inches above the bed to slide her tiny devilish skirt off her butt and pussy. She smiled seductively as she revealed herself before him for the first time, now naked as a bimbo succubus. Her pussy was exposed. Her pussy itself was a welcoming flower, ready to be filled, ready to scream with ecstasy.

"You're incredible," Harry gasped. "This pussy. I need it. I need you."

The sight of Daphne's naked pussy, with its pale pink petals in full display, made Harry unable to contain his desires any longer. It was a beautiful work of art, the epitome of perfection hidden within the woman he loved. She had always been wonderful, always satisfying him sexually. But now, she had transformed into a literal sex demon, designed exclusively for sex. The only way to save her was to fuck her, and Harry was more than eager to do just that.

He moved swiftly, jumping onto the bed and joining his wife. In an instant, his lips found hers. Their tongues intertwined, and saliva flowed freely between their mouths. Both of them wanted more, both craved all the pent-up desire they had been holding back since they were touched by the magic and transformed into their costumes.

Daphne wrapped her arms around Harry, her sharp nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer. She didn't care if she pierced his skin. In fact, if she could taste his blood on her lips, it might excite her even more than she already was. All that mattered was being fucked by an angel, the ultimate high. And she had every reason to believe he would pound her pussy for so long that either he'd drive the demon out of her, or he'd fall from grace himself.

Harry's body seemed to have a mind of its own, no longer listening to his commands. He had intended to make love to his wife to bring her back to herself and restore everything to how it was before the magical spell had affected them all. Except now he found himself on top of his wife, thrusting his hips toward her. She spread her legs wide before him, bending her knees and pointing her fingers towards the ceiling. And then he was inside her, and everything changed.

Both of them let out simultaneous cries of pleasure, surprised by the intensity with which their bodies seemed to meld into one.