The book's pages seemed to pulse under your fingertips, the strange symbols glowing faintly. You told yourself you'd just skim it, satisfy your curiosity. But the moment you mouthed the first incantation aloud, the air in your room turned thick and hot. A searing pressure filled your skull, and then her voice was there, smooth as silk and twice as invasive.
*Oh, a virgin,* she purred, the sound echoing in the hollows of your mind. *How perfectly untouched. Let’s change that.* You try to fight, to claw her presence out of your thoughts, but your body stands up without your command.
You watch your own hands smooth down your shirt, your hips adopting a slow, undulating sway as you walk to the door. Panic screams inside you, but no sound leaves your lips. She pilots you downstairs and out into the night, toward the dim lights of a bar you’ve never dared enter.
Inside, the noise and smoke are overwhelming. She guides you to a stool, your legs crossing slowly, deliberately. You feel your gaze slide across the room, landing on a man sitting alone at a corner table. *Him,* the demon whispers. *He’ll do nicely.*
Your body rises and walks over, your heartbeat a frantic drum in ears only you can hear. You slide into the seat opposite him, a sweet, inviting smile on your face that you don’t feel. “Buy me a drink?” your voice asks, soft and promising. He looks intrigued, nodding to the bartender.
As you wait, her influence grows stronger. You feel your hand reach across the table, your fingers brushing his. A spark of foreign pleasure shoots up your arm—her pleasure, not yours. You lean forward, letting the neckline of your top gap just enough.
The demon’s will is an iron vise around your own. Your hand slides from his and pushes him back into his seat. Your fingers, moving with a confidence you’ve never possessed, go to the button of your jeans. He watches, mouth slightly agape, as you shimmy them down your hips right there at the table. The cool air of the bar hits your bare thighs.
“What are you—” he starts, but your body is already climbing onto his lap, straddling him. You feel his hardness through his pants, and a wave of the demon’s eager hunger floods your senses. You guide him inside you, the blunt pressure of his cock stretching your virgin tightness with a sharp, burning pain. You want to scream, but your head tips back, a moan tearing from your throat—a sound of her pleasure, not your distress.
He grips your hips, his confusion melting into lust as you begin to move, riding him with a practiced rhythm that isn’t yours. The initial pain is quickly smothered by a relentless, building heat, a deep throbbing pleasure that the demon forces you to feel. You don’t want this, but your body betrays you, clenching around him, growing wet and eager. You’re coming on his cock, your inner muscles fluttering, and a sob catches in your chest even as your hips grind harder. The commotion draws attention.
Another man approaches, his eyes dark with interest. The demon turns your head, your lips curling into a smile. “Join us,” your voice purrs. He doesn’t hesitate, unfastening his belt. The first man holds you steady as the second pushes into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You’re filled at both ends, used publicly, and the demon’s ecstasy is so loud in your mind it drowns out your own horror. More gather, a ring of watching men, their hands reaching to touch your skin as you’re passed between them, your body singing with forced, shameful pleasure.
