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With my mother and father asleep, I pull my journal from under my mattress after finishing my prayers on my knees at the side of the bed, asking for forgiveness for the dreams that I continue to have. 

Maybe it's my parents fault. Maybe it's their religious insanity that drove my dreams to such places. I was supposed to a be a good girl, I was supposed to be innocent. Maybe learning about all that I was supposed to be...pure...all that i was supposed to do...save myself for marriage, maybe all of that is what led me to start doing such bad things. 

I'd watched porn for the first time last month on my phone. I felt dirty instantly. But I didn't stop, and it had become an addiction, a daily sin I couldn't give up. I was intrigued by the filth so readily available to me at just a few simple taps on my phone screen. 

Days after my first viewing, I'd touched myself. Stirring up a whole lot more sin, as I now couldn't stop stealing every spare moment I could to touch myself where it felt so far from sin, that I couldnt believe something so amazing was considered to be so bad. 

I'd been documenting my descent into a life of sin. My thoughts, my feelings. The really, really good feelings I got when letting myself fall victim to the call of the devil. 

I also had been documenting my dreams, dreams that felt so real, that I'd wake up slick with arousal between my legs, that part of me pulsing and urging me to sin over and over again. 

I grab my pen, and crawl into bed, laying on my stomach as I flip to the next blank page in my journal and write out last nights dream. 

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Dear Journal, Last night's dream played like a movie. I watched myself from above, like a god in my own dream. 

The rustle of the leaves under his feet as he carried me through the woods, the wind that whipped against my white night gown and threw my hair around against his chest face as he carried my limp body through the woods. 

Not just any man though, but Lucifer himself. 

He'd stolen me from bed where I slept, and the sight of him when I woke in his arms, had scared me so much, that I'd fainted in his arms. 

His skin was red, just like you imagine it when you're a child. But his face, had scales, that reminded me of a lizard, that faded once at his neck and shoulders. his nose was squished, his eyes deep set, his brow a thick shelf, where tiny, little rocks dotted along it, not rocks, small little horns, just barely poking past his skin, the same along his cheek bone, with two large black horns that stuck up from his skull and curved back in almost a full loop. 

I watched as he carried me, a dark black satin cloak around him, silk pants that bulged against the thick thighs and calves of his body, his body was just like any mans, it was his face, the horns, and the tip of a tail that dragged behind him , sticking out from the cloak and along the ground, along with the large claw like fingers with long black finger nails that seemed to have shortened from when he first took my from my bed, his feet which had the same claw like dark nails, all of this is  what set him apart. 

I looked so tiny in his arms. He was much, much bigger than me. At least seven feet tall, maybe eight. I looked like a small child compared to him. Anyone would against someone of his size.

I watched as he looked down at me between every few steps. I stirred slightly after he'd reached the woods, carrying me through, the leaves crunching against his bare feet. His finger nails and toe nails were normal now, still black, but short, rounded, not sharp at all. His horns had even shrunk slightly, still curled, but had retreated back into his head just a bit. 

I watched myself come to, watch as I woke in horror and screamed, making the giant devil jump in surprise. 

He tried to calm me, he did. He hushed me gently, shaking his head, putting a finger to his lip , my eyes widening when I watched his nail grow as he held his finger to his lip. 

"Don't do that" he hushed me. But I couldnt be silenced. I could stop screaming. He was terrifying. The sight of his white, yet sharp jagged teeth made me scream even louder. He had teeth that could rip a person to shreds.  They looked so fucking scary against the red skin and scales of his face, the dark circles of his dark eyes eyes, which started to glow red. I was hyperventilating as he told me to be quiet. 

i couldn't be stopped. Even though I wanted to listen. I didn't want to upset him, afraid he would hurt me. 

"Maybe this will quiet you Charity" he said my name with such a dark, husky tone it sent shivers down my body and I watched as he brought me to a large tree, it's trunk thick, it's branches just above my head as he lifted me. 

I gasped as he put my legs over his shoulder, I watched as a his tongue , pointed out of his lips, slithering as if he were a snake as he pushed up my white night gown and I shook my head. 

"What are you going to do?!" I squeaked as his sharp nail snagged on the fabric of my panties and pulled them aside.

I watched as that tongue licked me. 

I watched the way my head went back against the tree behind me, the fabric snatching on the back as I bucked my hips involuntarily. 

He was touching me with his tongue where I'd learned to touch myself , where I always put my fingers when I wanted to sin. 

I was squirming against the tree, somehow no longer afraid, just greedy for the pleasure the devil himself was giving me. 

"oh yes" I gasped, my eye lashes fluttering as my eyes rolled back with the wicked way his tongue played at my the swollen bundle of nerves I'd become well acquainted with this past month. 

"oh my" I gasp as his tongue slips down, and I watch his pointed tongue tickles around the entrance where I havent dared yet to put my finger. Somehow that felt too dirty, even though my core always felt like it ached for something inside of it. 

"You taste like an angel" he says as his tongue tip reaches just barely inside and I watch the wetness stretch from my pussy to the tip of his tongue as he pulls away with my arousal dripping from it. 

I watch myself writhe against the tree, my legs over his strong broad shoulder, the face that was once so frightening, no so bad, when it comes paired with a tongue that could make me feel so heavenly. 

I gasp as I watch his tongue and it forks in two , splitting just a few inches and then he strokes the sides of my clit with it, pushing the forked sides against it, rubbing me with a tongue that had as much control over itself as my own fingers did when I was alone in my bedroom. 

Those two forked pieces hug my clit, pushing together, pinching it with pressure, making me gasp, my cries no longer in fear but pleasure. 

I buck my hips and he groans , his tongue lashing my clit, back in one solid piece, my mind so confused as to how easily he could change his tongue to his will. 

"Grab my horns" he growls. 

I do. 

His sharp fingernail, slides the sides of my panties and pulls them from me, before lifting me by my ass. I gasp as he stands, my hands, wrapped around thick horns, holding on as he holds me to his mouth, my head going back as his tongue licks and licks at my clit. 

He starts to walk. So casually he walks as I hold his horns, moving my hips, being placated into behaving by his wicked tongue that feels like sin personified with how incredible it has me feelings. 

I watch him as he walks us through the woods, deeper and deeper, and they get darker and darker, but I wouldnt know because my eyes are closed. They're closed and I'm mindless and cumming on the tongue of the devil. Again. And again. Taking more and more. After one orgasm sends, I give myself another. I used his tongue and rub my clit against it, over and over. My cum drips from his chin, over his chest, his tongue works me, as he just strolls through the woods, as if he isnt showing me the time of my life. 

I grip his horns harder, trying to hump his mouth enough to get his tongue to go in that forbidden spot, the spot ive been too scared, too ashamed to explore on my own. 

"What a horny little angel" another voice says, startling me as I turn, seeing a man that resembles my own devil that's between my legs. Except he's not dressed like my devil, he's not dressed at all.  My eyes widen and I gasp, when I look down and see that unlike any of the dicks I'd seen in porno. This cock was much different. Because this devil, he had two. One right above the other, only and inch parted them and he had two large hands wrapped around each one, stroking them. 

"I hope you bought her here to play with us Lucifer." the other devil says. 

"She's mine." My devil snarls. Lucifer. Why did my pussy clench at the name, why did I want the devil to claim me? 

"Don't be so stingy. I've let you play with an angel or two of my own. Plus...this one seems very very needy." the other devil says.

"Don't even think about it Draven." Lucifer growls, another sound that makes my pussy quiver and I find myself, sitting , ass still in his hands, my dripping pussy only inches from his god send of a tongue as my hands still grip one of his horns. 

Draven, the other devil chuckles as Lucifer takes a possessive lick of my cunt and sends me head reeling back and my hips are back into action, selfish and taking lick after lick. 

Draven beside us, stands there, watching, and god it feels so naughty, one demon watching while another licks me where I feel another orgasm cascading over the edge, and drenching my devils mouth. 

"Lucifer" I gasp his name and this makes him growl, this makes him lower me, this makes him claim my mouth in a kiss so hard that I feel like he's going to break my head as he holds it tightly to his , his mouth open and his tongue lashing and I choke as I feel it slip down the back of my throat. He grunts as Draven does to. 

"Let me have her." Draven growls. 

"Please" he sounds tortured as he looks to Lucifer, who pulls his mouth from my mine, and kisses me in a stark contrast from the filthy kiss he just gave, by kissing my mouth softly. 

He looks at Draven. 

"I told you....she's mine."