Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
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A New Me
HERE I WAS, a brand new demon, cast adrift in the cold cruel world, alone, with no guiding hand to show me the way, no mother’s breast to nurse me. Sob.
Um… That last was definitely implanted from Pinaruti’s memories. I’m sure I wouldn’t have thought of it otherwise. You see, in spite of the way I was endowed, I was not born a sex-craving monster. I had to work hard for that. Nor are demons inherently evil. We are brought into this world by magi who give us our instructions and implant the character we have. Pinaruti’s intent to use me to air condition the king’s house was pretty benign as far as good and evil are concerned. I have met plenty of people far more evil than any demon.
And I have met some—dare I say?—holy demons.
I suppose I should explain a bit about demons, or you will never understand the depth of my bewilderment when faced with the human world. Before Pinaruti summoned me, I did not exist. That is one of the things Pinaruti (and most magi of any sort) misunderstand. They spend their lives trying to discover the names of demons they might summon and control. Eventually, they come across a name in an ancient scroll or a name comes to them in a dream, and they set up an elaborate summoning spell.
In some cases, they stumble upon a demon who has been summoned before and therefore has a personal identity. As long as that demon’s name is known and he is not in use by someone else, he can be summoned. Inevitably, the frightened mage dismisses the demon to hell, and that is where the demon waits until the next time he is summoned.
I remember Jana, a perfectly delightful young beauty I spent several years with. We were close in more ways than the joining of our genitals. However, the sex act with Jana was unbelievable. She happened to meet me during a time when I was in my natural form, complete with horns, hooves, and huge phallus. I transformed into something less intimidating, but she begged me to keep a cock big enough to satisfy her. That took a lot.
Oh, was she a screamer! She sacrificed herself on my sword daily for many years, having created a fantasy tale in her mind that she was saving all the virgins in her village, then in the area, then in the country, by throwing herself onto my dick and riding hard until one or both of us passed out. She might have been the most enthusiastic lover I ever had, so committed was she to the salvation of her peers—or perhaps to keeping them away from me.
After one particularly loud and satisfying bout of sex, she lay in my arms and said, “Oh, Bob. I’m sure I’m going to hell for this. Tell me. Is sex like this in hell?”
“I don’t know, Jana. I’ve never been there!”
“But… but you’re a demon! Everybody knows they come from hell.”
“Everybody is wrong. Many demons are sent to hell by their masters. The fellow summons a demon, uses him or her, and then needs to dispose of him. Hell is the common destination. But the first time we are summoned, we don’t come from hell. We come out of the primordial mass. We don’t exist before we are summoned.”
“I love it when you talk dirty. Fuck me again, Bob!”
Well, she wasn’t a great conversationalist, but it got the point across. Before Pinaruti summoned me, I was just part of the primordial mass of pre-creation. Once a magus learns to summon, he or she could summon anything into existence. I think, frankly, that is how hell came to be. I can think of no god who would have created it. We should all simply be thankful magi have such limited imaginations.
So, when Pinaruti summoned me, I was a brand new demon. I had no experience of the world. I took the shape that Pinaruti envisioned. But he never gave me a command—never sent me away before he died—and never infected my mind with evil. Yes, I captured as much of his memories as his fading body would yield, but I could easily identify them as his memories and not my own experiences. And Pinaruti wasn’t particularly evil as magi go. He was just inept.
I was left on my own to discover the world and I set about doing so at once. The magic room into which I had been summoned contained Pinaruti’s library of scrolls—six of them. Writing wasn’t that common at the time, and so there weren’t that many books. If people had known what he had in that room, he would have been considered a very wealthy man rather than a poor hedge witch. People came to him for cures to various ailments, love potions, charmed artifacts, and travel talismans. King Drakomaxos was the first to actually challenge him to a task that was of a true mage level.
In addition to the scrolls, there were shelves of potions, herbs, sacrificial animal body parts, mortar and pestles, and oddities of every sort. And wine. There were also scraps of food on the shelves that I took to be edibles and not magic substances. I quickly acquired a taste for wine and cheese and dried sausages. It took me nearly a week just to explore that room. Then I realized the room was not the entire world. It had a door!
The next room was a kitchen and the selection of food was somewhat better than in the magic room. I simply had no idea how to cook anything and discovered that even Pinaruti’s memories had very little about the subject. The next room was a bed. Not a bedroom, but an entire room-sized bed. When Pinaruti had come to Knossos, he fancied that he would become a popular mage and would have women falling all over him. One woman actually did trip and fall over him, but she was quite unfriendly about it. Pinaruti’s huge bed had no sign of conjugal relations having ever occurred there.
In the modest courtyard, the bread oven was tucked under the stairs to the roof. I kept exploring and found my first view of ‘the world!’ It was amazing. And a little frightening. Up until that very moment, my world had all been contained in Pinaruti’s house and courtyard. Imagine seeing houses in one direction as far as the eye could see. And in the other direction, mountains like a wall around the world. In another direction, the sea, sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. And opposite the sea, fields of olives, grain, grapes, and sheep. The world was huge! I couldn’t comprehend it all and stood on the roof watching my surroundings until it grew dark and I saw stars in the sky.
I have to tell you: I get a little choked up about this even today. I’m just a sentimental little demon. I swore I would see every inch of this remarkable world. I would discover all its wonders. I didn’t bother with Pinaruti’s huge bed. I spent the night on the roof, gazing at the stars. What a remarkable world!
I spent a few more days mapping my surroundings in my mind. This also began my fascination with mapping the stars and learning to know where I was located by their position in the sky. That became a bit of an obsession that I have had ever since. Which is why the stars in the infinity room… Well, let me get to that in a minute.
I learned every detail of Pinaruti’s house and had even explored his plan for cooling the king’s chambers. As brilliant as it was in some ways, it was also disgusting. To me. His original plan was to enchant a bottle in such a way that he could command me into it and I would have to stay there until summoned again. From that point, I would be called upon to cool the king’s house. He had no idea how I would go about accomplishing that feat. It was supposed to be my problem.
What really put my nose out of joint was that he’d just grabbed a bottle, drank the last of the wine, and cast the enchantment so that I’d fit in it. Barely. With the dregs of the wine. But the process of creating that bottle room led him to another thought. Why not simply imprison his pet demon in the walls of the king’s house. Then he could simply command me to keep it cool and walk away. I was insulted by his lack of care and loyalty to the being he had created. He actually used the word ‘imprisoned’ when describing how he would use me. I admit to a moment of being glad he was dead. Rest his soul.
No, sir! I was not going to spend the rest of my life—eternity if you will—imprisoned in the walls of a dead king’s house! If I was going to cool his house… Well, I wasn’t exactly sure how I’d do that. It was the middle of summer and was definitely hot enough to bake bread without a fire in the oven. I learned that expression much later in life. At the time, I had no idea how to bake bread. It was cooler at night, so I supposed I could cover the house in darkness and it would be cooler. That was the best idea I could come up with at the moment.
I was lying on the roof, contemplating the problem of cooling the king’s house, when I heard a pounding on the door. I cautiously peeked over the edge of the roof to see what was going on. Remember, I had yet to have any human interactions since Pinaruti so conveniently died after my summons. What I saw, chilled my bones.
King Drakomaxos stood at the door with his entire army—now grown to four goons with bows and spears—behind him.
“Pinaruti! Your year is up! Come out now and cool my house!”
Of course, there was no answer and I was not about to give one. The king was not going to take silence as an answer. He kept pounding and demanding and finally told his soldiers to break the door down. It may have been my sentimentality that took offense at that. This was Pinaruti’s home. Mine now. I closed my eyes and focused on the door, reciting the sealing spell Pinaruti had intended to use on the bottle with me in it. To my amazement, the four soldiers rammed into the door and were repulsed to lie in a heap on the other side of the street. Immediately, soldiers from the kingdom across the street met them and began to repulse the invasion of their kingdom.
It was fascinating and I watched from the rooftop wondering at what had caused the fight. At some point, one of the soldiers, or perhaps it was an interested bystander cheering them on, spotted me on the roof and raised a ruckus. Eyes raised to meet mine and fingers pointed in my direction. I waved, thinking it would be best to put on a friendly face. The king raised alarms, pointing.
“An evil beast has killed the wizard Pinaruti!” the king exclaimed. “Protect our kingdoms and kill the evil beast!” Not friendly at all.
“No, no!” I yelled as the first volley of arrows flew toward me. I swatted them away with my hand. “I’m not an evil beast. I… I’m just here to bury my old friend Pinaruti. He passed away, you see…” Another volley of arrows answered my plea. I pulled back. I was trapped inside and frankly did not know how long the sealing spell would last.
I ran to a different edge of the roof and looked down into my neighbor’s courtyard. That would have to do. I needed to escape and run away. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.
I dropped into the neighbor’s courtyard to look for an escape route. I found women. There were screams and they ran away. All except one. She’d been bathing and stood in a small tub of water, soaking wet and completely naked.
I’d never actually seen a naked woman before, though I had memories of Pinaruti gazing on his neighbor’s wife. The reality of being face-to-face with her was quite different than Pinaruti’s muddled memories. My body began to react instantly and the phallus that usually dangled between my legs suddenly rose of its own accord to salute the naked woman.
“Blushing Aphrodite!” she exclaimed. “Would you look at that! It puts my husband’s wee probe to shame. I want it!” With that, she leapt at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs about my waist as her wet and hairy groin bounced against my stiff prick.
I wanted to stop right there and enjoy the new sensations a while, but the shouts were now outside her front door. I ran for the wall of her courtyard and leapt into the next property, finding I was more than capable of jumping over the privacy walls of the city. When I landed in a crouch, my new lady friend groaned as she impaled herself on me. I groaned as well and thrust up into her as she wailed in ecstasy. That wail brought the ladies of the current house out. Some ran screaming back inside, as others clamored for ‘Ariane’ to hurry up and share. As delightful as it was to see ladies rushing to disrobe, I was frightened of what was behind me. I ran into the house, as soldiers shot arrows over the wall. Three naked ladies followed me out into the street with Ariane still snugly impaled on my prick. I began to run away from the area, out into the countryside toward the mountains I had seen from the rooftop. It seemed word of our flight traveled faster than we did and women rushed out of doors all along our path, struggling out of their clothing as they ran.
Ariane’s continued wailing about how I was killing her did nothing to slow down her concentrated bouncing on me. I could feel her fluids running down my running legs even as I felt myself near a bursting point. So that was what Pinaruti’s fantasies were of! I was well out in the country when my first ever climax overcame me and I exploded inside her. This time her wail was so loud (and possibly accompanied by my own primal bellow), sheep in a nearby field all turned and fled from us, causing the shepherd a moment of panic as he rushed to recapture his flock.
Ariane passed out and went limp in my arms—something I was not likely to do yet. It was just as easy to carry her with an arm wrapped around her and her female parts tightly welded to my male part. I simply kept running.
We’d left the soldiers and the City of Knossos in the distance as I climbed higher into the mountains, still running in fear from the unexpected violence. I gasped for breath as I climbed and finally saw a cave into which I could duck and hopefully rest for a while. It seemed comfortable—much cooler than the midsummer heat I’d run through. I stumbled in and sank to the floor, stretching out on my back before realizing Ariane was still impaled and just beginning to come around.
“Ah, who are you who has captured my soul and made it your own?” she breathed as she began kissing my chest. I liked that feeling and would have returned the gesture, but she was considerably shorter than I was. As she kissed, she began moving up and down my pole again.
I was ready to enjoy her and to quickly declare undying love by giving her my name. But something stopped me. Pinaruti had summoned me into this world with that name and somehow, it had some power over me I should not share lightly. Even with a woman whose pussy was doing such nice things to my cock.
“Um… I guess you can call me Bob,” I said. “And you are Ariane?”
“Yes, Bob. And I’m yours. Just fuck me unconscious again and again!”
“I’m happy to get to know you… um… your pussy. You feel really good. I’ve never experienced such a delightful sensation.”
“Oh, my! Am I your first? Oh! I can’t believe I’ve taken a demon’s virginity! You are splitting me in half with your pole and I love it. I’ve certainly given you parts of me that have never been touched before. Please say you’ll take me with you wherever you go,” she said.
“I don’t know how all this stuff works, but I’m about to go again right now. You feel so fucking good! Here I come!”
“Oh, my demon! I’m full to overflowing. I’m never going back to that foolish old man. I’m with you now!” With that, her body began to quiver and pulse as she once again shrieked out a climax. Finally, we lay sated for the moment and she used me as a mattress as we slept.
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