A musty atmosphere of neglect pervaded the subbasement of University Library. The books on the shelves were covered in a fine layering of dust. There were dim lights over the small study cubicles at the end of each aisle between the towering shelves. The lights produced only enough illumination for the top of the desks, leaving the surrounding stacks and central walkway shrouded in a perpetual twilight.
I had finally found the copy of the 15th century text I needed for my research on the influence of druidic practices on early Celtic society. However, the intricacy of the cover of the neighboring book drew my attention and I brought it along to the desk for better inspection under the light. The cover was real leather and there were no words on the outside. Just some intricate designs worked into the dark brown leather. It also lacked the fine coating of dust that seemed to cover everything else down here.
As I opened the book I felt a strange buzzing in my head that quickly passed. I shrugged it off as I saw the text on the first page. The letters appeared to be actually handwritten, but were legible. However, the language was not one I recognized. There was no discernable publisher, publishing date, table of contents, or page numbers. I couldn’t even figure out if there was a title. I
started turning the thick pages unable to interpret the words. I came to a drawing of what appeared to be demons or evil appearing satyrs with grotesquely large phalluses in all manor of sexual activities. Curiously the surrounding scenery did not appear Grecian but Gaelic.
On the opposite page was a traditional occult diagram of a five-sided star surrounded by a pentagram surrounded by a circle. There were words at each corner of the star and two lines of text at the bottom of the page. I leafed through the rest of the pages but this appeared to be the only artwork. I turned back to the drawing and diagram. The realism and perspective of the
figures in the drawing belied the apparent age of the text. The figures appeared so real the drawing almost looked like a black and white photograph. Paige would love this. With her fascination with the occult she would enjoy trying to figure out the diagram and the language’s origin. I decided to trace the diagram’s intricate design onto a page in my notebook. Once I was done I copied the words at the five corners and the two lines of text from the bottom of the page. I put the book back on the shelf and went back to the work I had come down here to do.
That night in my dorm room while I was getting ready for bed, I noticed my notebook on my desk was open to the strange diagram I had traced. I walked over in my boxer shorts and sat down at my desk. I still couldn’t make out what the words meant. Perhaps if I sounded them out, their meaning would become clear… I tried to phonetically pronounce the words at the corners of the star and then read the two lines at the bottom of the page. They still didn’t make any sense. I gave up, turned off the light and climbed into bed.
The erotic dream started with Paige slowly caressing my back and buttocks. The caressing transitioned into an incredibly gentle massage starting at my neck and shoulders and running down my back. My butt cheeks were being massaged apart and I spread my legs and raised my rear as her hand reached underneath me from behind to stroke my erection. Her hand was very warm and felt wonderful as I started to slowly thrust into her hand as she started jerking me off. A huge long warm and moist tongue started playing over my testicles and anus. It felt fantastic. No one had ever licked me there before. I never knew how sensual it felt.
As her hot hand was expertly running up and down my rigid penis, something started probing my anus. It snaked its way into my anal opening, and it started slowly expanding. Suddenly I had the urge to move my bowels, but I didn’t care, as my attention was totally focused on my imminent orgasm. My penis was released as Paige suddenly grabbed my sides and jammed her hips against my butt.
I woke up to find myself with my rear in the air. Someone was grabbing my sides and hitting my butt. I jolted fully awake as I felt something expanding in my rectum and realized I was being f*****. The cock in my butt was still expanding and was becoming painfully large. I thought I could actually feel it moving around in my guts like some kind of writhing python.
I looked over my shoulder and my heart nearly stopped. One of the demon satyrs from the book I’d found this morning was screwing me with obvious delight. He probably only stood about 3 feet high, but he was well proportioned. He appeared to be a conglomeration of animals. He had two bull’s horns above his bovine ears. His face was a cross between a human and a goat. His upper torso and arms appeared to be human. His waist, and on down, was hidden by my body, but if it was consistent with the picture, he would have the legs of a goat, a tail of a bull, and a penis the size of a horse.
My shock wore off as I realized the cock in my guts was still expanding. I tried to stand up and fell off of the bed onto the floor as the little demon wrapped his arms around my waist and planted his massive cock tightly into my rump. With the help of my desk, I managed to stand up with him firmly clasped to my backside and his legs wrapped around my hips. His tail whipped up between my legs and with the dexterity of a monkey’s tail corkscrewed around my penis and started milking me. I tried to pull it off of my cock without success. His tail was like a soft steel coil. I tried to pry his arms from around my waist, but again I failed. He was amazingly strong.
My rectum was on fire and still the bastard’s cock continued to grow. I could actually see my abdomen move as his monstrous penis slithered through my intestines causing my stomach to cramp. I slammed my back into the wall to try to crush him. All this did was push him harder into my rectum, and his horns stabbed into the muscles of my back.
I pitched forward trying to get away from the pointed horns and ran into my desk. I could see the drawing in my open notebook. It was glowing. The lines appeared to be written with florescent ink. I grabbed the paper and tore it in half. A flash of light blinded me and an electrical shock shot up my arms making them tingle.
The demon’s tail stopped jerking me off and uncoiled to slide limply off my unbelievably erect cock. He let go of my waist and hips and fell heavily onto the floor with a thud. Despite lying on the floor and me still standing his cock was still in my guts. I quickly stepped away from him before he could
recover. This ended up pulling about another foot of cock out of my rectum. His gargantuan snake of a penis plopped wetly onto the floor like an empty fireman’s hose. It was at least four feet long.
I grabbed a pitching wedge out of my golf bag against the wall, and holding the club like a baseball bat, walked slowly over to his still prone form. He didn’t seem to be recovering very fast. In fact he appeared to be barely breathing.
As I approached he slowly turned his head towards me and spoke. “Opening the portal an invitation makes. Cut off from Aether’s vitality, withering does commence. Forever be you cursed for this deed most evil.” He paused to draw a ragged breath. “When next you gaze upon a creature not your kind, its purpose you shall have. But three suns you have to gather into yourself that creature’s seed, or that creature’s kind be yours.”
His pupils started to reflect an eerie reddish glow as he looked up at me. I was viciously erect. I blinked and my ears suddenly popped. When I looked back down at the little demon he was not on the floor anymore.
I ran to the light switch on the wall and turned on the overhead light. Using the golf club I lifted the covers on my bed up to look under the bed from a safe distance. Nothing there. I checked under my desk and then carefully opened my closet. He wasn’t anywhere in my room. I sat down in my chair as my arms and legs started shaking as the adrenaline rush slowly passed.