Thomas Maillot (16th century) - French official who resisted entering into a pact with the Devil in order to procure love, according to the French demonologist Nicholas Remy.
The account of Thomas Maillot is related in Remy's book Demonolatry (1595) and is retold by the demonologist Francesco-Maria Guazzo in Compendium Maleficarum (1608).
In youth, Maillot fell in love with a girl of high nobility, far above his social station. He was the son of a tradesman and had no wealth. For all practical purposes, he had no hope of even declaring his love for her, let alone winning her hand in marriage.
Maillot heard about a German fellow servant who had the services of a demon and sought out his help. The German was elated; he was in need of a victim, for part of his pact with the demon was to recruit someone to take over his demonic debt or have his neck broken. He told Maillot to meet him at twilight the next day in a secret chamber.
When Maillot arrived, a beautiful and seductive young woman (the demon in disguise) met him and promised to deliver the marriage he desired in exchange for some promises. The requirements sounded innocent and pious on the surface: Maillot should avoid all thieving, drunkenness, lust, wrongdoing, blasphemy, and vices. He should practice devotion, help the poor, fast twice a week, observe all holy days, pray daily, and be a good Christian. If he would bind himself by oath to this, the demon said, then he would win the noble girl as a bride. Maillot was given a few days to consider this offer and make his answer.
At first, Maillot thought this to be the perfect deal: love in exchange for piety that he should practice anyway. But the more he thought about it, the more he doubted the reliability of a demon. Demons were known to trick people in order to claim their souls.
A priest Maillot knew sensed his trouble and inquired about his visible distress. Maillot told him and was persuaded by the priest to drop all communication and dealings with the demon. He complied and declined the pact.
Shortly thereafter, the German, having failed to find a substitute for his debt to the demon, fell off his horse, hit his head, and was killed instantly, thus experiencing the consequences of his failure.
Maillot, who presumably gave up his love for the noble girl, later in life became governor of a province in Lorraine. Remy swore that the story was true and that it was confirmed to him by Maillot himself.
Text from The Encyclopedia of Demons & Demonology (Checkmark Books - 2009) by Rosemary Guiley
It's my second story with Murphy.
Sorry if I did him a little rough but it's my first smut with him
I hope you enjoy it!
As always sorry for my english, it isn't my first language!
Murphy MacManus x FemReader.
Warnings: M. +18. Smut. Pact with the Devil.
Words: 5480 aprox.
Summary: you find a puppy but it isn't what it seems.
N/A: This idea has been developed thanks to this post from @writing-prompt-s, I liked the idea and it wrote itself in my mind.
The Halloween night party was a complete failure. You had to admit that you had tried, you wore the best costume you could find, the one that didn't make you look like a whore, you put on the most terrifying make-up that your skills allowed you and you joined your coworkers in that huge disco room where the music was far from being your favorite thing, but with a few drinks you didn't care, you even had fun. However, after several hours the boredom got the better of you, you even started to fall asleep in the middle of the dance floor, your drink fell out of your hand and that was the trigger to go home.
No one noticed you sneaking out of there, everyone too busy with their own business. You didn't really care either, it wasn't your dream job, yes you had studied for it, but as time went by it started to become tiresome, a constant monotony. You had to go far away from home to be able to work at something you thought was worthwhile, leaving your family and friends behind. At first the calls and visits were a surprise, on important dates you mobilized in some way to be able to see each other, but little by little everything began to become more difficult, the visits more infrequent, money was not the most abundant and you could not go moving whenever you wanted. When you called your parents the answer was always the same.
"Why don't you come here? You are alone, we are many more and it is more expensive for us to travel anywhere."
You are alone.
Your mother never had too much tact saying things and with that she was even more abrupt and blunt. She wasn't a woman who imposed her ideas on you, she did not force you to have a stable relationship, a house, a dozen children, but, there was always the but, it would be ideal and she would be much happier. When you answered her that the important thing was your happiness and how you felt better, she always had an answer for it.
"I know honey, but you alone there, in a strange place, with no one to take care of you..."
You alone.
Those were her favorite words.
You pulled your coat tighter against your body, the night had cooled considerably and although your outfit didn't consist of a bra and panties, the fabric wasn't fleece either and your tolerance for cold that night was much lower than usual. You just wanted to get home, change your clothes, get into bed and sleep until the next day.
You alone.
You rubbed your eyes in frustration, tears spilling down your face, your makeup smudged with tears and your embarrassment. You were just about to get home, luckily the room where they had held the party wasn't too far from your house, you stopped by a crosswalk near a playground when you heard it.
A sob.
Your hearing sharpened at that moment thinking you had heard it wrong, but the sound reached your ears again forcing you to turn on your heels looking for the source of it but there was no one and nothing there. The traffic light turned green at that very moment giving you passage to the other side of the street, towards home, however the sobbing sounded again and you couldn't resist. You walked to the entrance of the playground where the sound seemed to come from, it was too dark, but you could make out some shadows between the slides and swings. You tensed for a second, maybe it was some youngsters enjoying the darkness of the night to get to know each other more intimately, but when you heard it again you were sure it sounded more like a moan than a joyful groan.
That's when you saw it. A puppy, huddled against the cold, wet plastic of the huge slide, seeking shelter. You hesitated for a second, looking around for a new mother who was perhaps searching for her little pup, but you saw nothing around you. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you got completely close. He was wet as if he had fallen in the water and you didn't hesitate. You picked him up in your arms hiding his shivering little body under your coat and hurried further home.
He was a cute little puppy with black fur, shaggy and silky after you managed to dry him with your bath towels and a little with the blow dryer. He had two big blue eyes, an ice cold color, but he was harmless. You got him to eat some of the leftovers you had in the fridge, since at that time of night it was impossible to get any puppy food. He devoured everything you gave him, he even bit your fingertips, his needle-like teeth dug into your skin making you bleed a little. You hissed in pain, you had never been bloodied by a puppy biting you. He must have been starving.
You prepared an area for him to relieve himself, some water and some more shredded meat in case he got hungry again. You carefully picked him up and lay down on the bed stroking his head with infinite affection. You didn't know what you were going to do with him. You weren't sure if you could give him to you or not, in the building there was no problem with having animals, but you were renting that apartment and although your landlord had never given you any problems, you weren't sure how he would react to this. On the other hand you weren't sure where you could leave it, maybe in a shelter, you could ask a veterinarian and they could give you directions. Your gaze fell again on the puppy who was still trembling a little, but he seemed calmer, less frightened. He didn't seem hurt, nor malnourished, his fur was shiny and he didn't show any signs that he might suffer from any skin disease. Maybe he belonged to someone and I had lost him. Maybe you should put up signs in the area where you found him in case there was a child at home crying for the loss of his best friend.
Thinking about it over and over, you fell asleep.
The next day you opened your eyes with a slight frown as a slight headache shot through you from side to side. You gasped sitting up in bed rubbing your eyes to help them wake up, your hands black with makeup. You had been drinking the night before, but you hadn't expected so much that it would give you a hangover the next day. No doubt you had lost the habit of drinking and it had taken its toll.
You groaned low as you got out of bed walking awkwardly to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror to discover behind you, on the bed, a small black puppy watching you intently. The flash of finding him in that playground, wet and shivering, very weak, without a mother or human around looking for him, without thinking you picked him up and took him home and now he was there, watching you with his head slightly cocked to one side, with a curious grimace in his blue eyes. You smiled at the reflection in the mirror, turned around, retraced your steps and carefully picked up the puppy in your arms, stroking his fur. Now that you had a good look at him he seemed a little bigger than the night before, maybe six or seven months old, short fur, black, but with a glow that looked reddish, his body transmitted a very nice warm torrent.
"Hello pup, are you going to tell me where you came from?" you stroked his belly, his tongue licking the palm of your hand. "Have you lost your mother, did you run away from home?" you kept questioning him but you were convinced he wasn't going to answer you.
You should take him to a vet, have him examined thoroughly to make sure no one was looking for him, but most of all to know if he was okay, that he didn't have any problems or need any medication. You carefully put him down on the ground, him following you with an awkward trot at your side. You have breakfast quietly without taking your eyes off the puppy, he seems quite healthy, he moves around the house, sniffing, gossiping every corner, it's funny to see him stumbling with his own paws, remaining seated. Carefully you take him back in your arms and give him some cooked ham, which he devours at once, licking your fingers.
Once you are dressed you leave the house with the animal in your arms, you aren’t even sure if it can be supported on the floor although you saw it was quite big, but you didn't want to take any risks. At the vet you were immediately taken care of, being a puppy he won the love of everyone who was there waiting and even the workers.
"His name?" the young woman at the counter asked you and you shook your head.
"I don't know, I found him last night." You explained. "I came in case there was any notice of loss or if you could find him chip and let the owner know." You tell her not very convinced, but the woman nods instantly.
"We'll let you know right away." She tells you to sit with the rest of the people waiting their turn and you go back to take the little puppy in your arms.
The vet asks you a few questions about where you found him, what condition he was in and especially how he had spent the night. Of course he was healthy, although you found him wet as if he had fallen in the river or something like that, otherwise he was fine and really at night he had not given you any problems, you didn’t even remember his existence when you woke up that morning, but you avoid telling her that.
After examining him well, make sure that there is no problem, neither physical nor medical in the animal, there is no chip that identifies him either, therefore he has either been abandoned or he has been lost from his mother. One way or the other it means that he is yours now, if you really want to take care of him.
At first you hesitated again, your job didn't have a very strict or heavy schedule, but taking care of another being meant a lot of responsibilities and you were sure that when your mother asked you, the idea of having an animal wasn’t what she referred to as a family or a stable relationship. You grunted at your own thoughts, you were a big girl, you didn't need your mother's approval for everything.
Fuck it.
You left the vet's office loaded down with so much stuff that it was impossible for you to discover Scud by your side. That's what you had decided to call him, it had been the first name that popped into your mind when the vet asked you to fill in his pet card. She gave him his vaccinations and the relevant microchip so that you wouldn't lose him again. You bought him a nice red collar that stood out perfectly with his fur, a short leash so he wouldn't go too far, soakers, a bed, food and a double food and water thingy. You had never cared for an animal yourself before, you just hoped you didn't spoil him too much.
When you got home you took the leash off and left it next to your house keys. The animal didn't seem very comfortable with the collar you had put on him. He was trying to get it off with his paws, nibbling at the leather and growling in frustration, but in the end he accepted that he was a tough opponent and lay down on the floor trying to regain his strength. You smiled broadly and stroked him with great care, going to the kitchen to prepare his things there, looking for a cupboard where to leave the animal's food.
The weeks went by, as the days went by the animal seemed to grow much more, but you were sure that it was something optical or that it was a big breed and even being a puppy it was very big. You didn't really think anything of it. He had adapted well to the house, he didn't do his needs on the floor, he didn't bite the furniture, the food had made him a little chubbier, reaching an optimal weight, he had stopped fighting with his collar and he slept with you in the bed. Yes, you had tried everything, but whenever you woke up the next day, the animal was sleeping next to you so soundly and adorably that you were unable to scold him.
That night you came home from work exhausted. Your body weighed a ton, the shift had been double this time, you had barely managed half an hour in the middle of the day to pick up Scud and give him a walk so that he would last until the evening. On the way home, if the ride had been much longer, you were sure you would have fallen asleep.
You left your coat on the coat rack at the entrance. The cold of winter had entered with force in the city forcing you to cover yourself almost until you looked like a burrito with legs. However, when you entered the house you discovered that the atmosphere there was warm. You frowned as you didn't remember leaving the heater on, basically because you couldn't afford it and because you were afraid that the puppy might accidentally get burned. You approached the thermostat checking that it was off, however the heat was still evident in the house, you weren't sure if it could be the neighbors you lived right below you, they are older people and normally the heat in their houses is usually higher, but you had never noticed the heat in your own house. You bit your lip thoughtfully, walking around the house in case you had forgotten something on when you spotted a silhouette in the darkness of your living room that made you recoil and bump into the hallway wall. You instinctively covered your mouth so he wouldn't hear your whimper as your mind tried to process why this man was in your house. How had he gotten there? What did he intend to do? Was he a thief and you had discovered him? No, he didn't look like a thief, he looked very comfortable standing in the middle of your living room, and... wait, he was naked? Oh my God, he was a psycho. Surely he was there to rob you, he would rob you, kill you and then rape you. That was it, he intended to defile your body while it was still warm. It was horrible.
"Oh for Lord Sake’s, would ya shut up?" You heard then from the living room and tensed in place.
Had you said it out loud? No, you were sure you had thought all that, could I read your mind?
"Aye, I can hear ya, and I could hear ya too when ya touched yerself everynight thinkin’ about that neighbor of yers." You listen again feeling a little offended, but then you thought back to what he had just said and felt your cheeks turn a deep shade of red. “I never met a screamer lass like ya.”
"H-how... Who are you? If you don't get out of my house, I'll call the police!" You threatened him and heard him snort in amusement.
"Ya called me, Scud." You heard his voice again, your body jumped as he said it directly against your ear. You pulled away discovering the man was standing next to you. His intense blue eyes riveted on you. How did he get there? You didn’t listen him moving.
Scud had said. You had named him. Scud. No, you had to be kidding, Scud was a puppy, at most a yearling, but he couldn't, he wasn't that man standing naked in front of you and...
"Are you kidding me, what do you mean, you're my dog?"
"No, I ain’t a dog, I'm a Hellhound." He defended himself noting a certain tone of offense in his voice.
"Sure... but that's what they are, aren't they? Dogs..." You mutter.
The man lunged at you grabbing you by the neck, slamming your back against the wall. You groaned from the blow, holding onto his arm wanting to pull away but he was exerting much more force than you thought, however the pressure against your throat was minimal, it didn't seem like he really wanted to choke you. His blue eyes have changed to a menacing reddish hue and your whole body jerked at the sight of him, intimidated.
"Hellhound..." He repeated between his teeth and you nodded your head quickly.
"Y-Yes, I'm sorry, but don't hurt me."
"Ain’t gonna hurt ya, lass, I just wanna ya to shut up. Fuck I've never heard someone talk so much. Yeah, my brother, but even now he won't shut up." He growled and his hand let go of your neck letting you breathe again steadily. In front of your eyes he showed you Scub's collar and you had the instinct again to ask him about your dog but you bit your tongue in time.
"So you're Scud..." you mumbled again and he nodded his head. " And- And do you have a name or..."
"Ya named me Scud, but my name was Murphy..." He shrugged.
"Was? You mean..."
"Years ago I was human, aye, but I'd rather ya called me Murphy, if Scub is the guy I'm seein’ in yer mind..."
"Stop doing that!" you covered your forehead as if that might block your thoughts of him. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I had no idea you were a Hellhound when I found you, you can leave anytime you want. You don't need to kill me, the door is open."
"Ain’t gonna kill ya, at least not now, and I ain’t gonna rape ya, lass, stop thinkin’ about it yer givin’ me a headache." He protested. "Ya saved my life that night, when ya found me."
"Did I?" You looked at him with clear surprise on your face and he rolled his eyes again with disgust.
"Aye, the night ya guys celebrate Halloween is the night when the Veil between the living world and the dead is at its thinnest, that night we took it upon ourselves to collect the wandering souls and take them with us, but I didn't make it in time and the Veil closed again." He explained and you nodded, you had heard a lot of legends about that, but that man seemed to mean it. "If ya hadn't picked me up that night, I would have possibly died."
"But you're already dead..." You can't shut up in time and he snorts violently.
"We can die too, ya know." He rolled his eyes boredom.
"Well, it doesn't matter. You're welcome, I guess, for saving you, now you can go... you're free or whatever..."
"No, it doesn't work like that either, but... since ya helped me, I gonna grant ya a wish, whatever ya need the most, whatever ya want the most, ya can ask me for it, lass." He told you and you frowned, thinking about it, you really didn't need anything, you didn't want anything, your life was fine as it was, boring, but it was fine.
"No... See, I appreciate it, but I don't need anything..." You mumbled without daring to look him in the eyes. "You can just leave, you don't owe me anything."
"No, I dunno think ya understand. Can't just leave, the Veil is closed, until it doesn't open again, I have to stay here." He shrugged. "I can grant ya whatever ya desire most and in return I will go recoverin’."
"Okay... But you're a Hellhound, aren't you guys not supposed to make pacts?"
"I'm a demon, I can do whatever I want." He acknowledged and you gestured, it seemed fair enough to you.
The man turned away from you a little, watching you silently waiting for you to say something, but really, no matter how many times you turned your head, you didn't want anything in particular. Your life was monotonous but you didn't care, you could live with it, you would like to be able to see your family more often, but that wasn't an emergency either, besides putting up with your mother's complaints weren’t in your plans. You shook your head again and rubbed your neck where he had held you. The warmth you felt as you entered the house was coming from him, he gave off that overwhelming warmth.
"Wouldn't ya like to have a perfect life with that... that neighbor of yers that ya've been in love with since ya were a child, lass?" he said suddenly snapping you out of your own thoughts.
"What, I don't... Oh for God's sake stop doing that!" You yelled back at him feeling your cheeks burning again and it wasn't from the heat in the house. "Stop messing with my mind! Besides, the last I heard from him he was married with two kids."
"What's the problem? The wife? The kids?"
"No! He's happy, I'm not going to suddenly show up at his house and wreck a family, besides I was in love, now it's already an accepted platonic love."
"It's ‘cause of the kids." He said again with a crooked smile.
Maybe on one hand yes, you had never been good at them nor liked them too much, but other than that you had a conscience and weren't desperate enough to ruin the life of an already built family, less for the wishes of a demon.
"What would you gain? If I agreed and asked you for something, what would you gain?"
"I would stay here as Scub until the Veil reopened and then in about... ten years? I would return to claim yer soul."
"O-okay so... it doesn't seem fair, you know? I helped you without expecting anything in return and you want to give me something I didn't ask for and on top of that in ten years you want to take my soul... I don't see it as good business."
"Well... Fifteen?"
"That's not the point!" You snaped in frustration because you were exhausted from work and you were there bargaining with a demon for your soul. It was absurd.
"I can transform into that guy and give ya the best night of yer life, too."
"I said...! Can you do that?" you muttered looking at him dumbfounded, he smiled crookedly and suddenly his hair started to grow, his shoulders broadened. "Stop! Stop!" you instantly shouted covering your eyes, it had been a long time since you had seen your neighbor, but Murphy was certainly copying him perfectly.
"And it's just the image of yer memories, if I had a picture..." His smile widened waggling his eyebrows mischievously, your cheeks burned once more and you shook your head.
"No, thank you, no." You shook your head again. "I'm serious, you can leave whenever you want, and if you can't leave you can find somewhere else..."
"It doesn't work like that, I've already told ya. C’mon, lass, is there really nothin’ ya wanna? Anythin’, job, family, travel, money. Ya humans love money."
"I wouldn't mind changing jobs, but I'm not going to give up something I have steady for undertaking somewhere that I might then get fired..."
"I can have ya win the lottery and open yer own business, whether it stays afloat will only depend on ya and if ya get bored ya'll have enough money to live on without needin’ to work anymore." He shrugged.
"For saving your life?"
"And for yer soul, aye." No, you hadn't forgotten the detail of your soul actually.
"Twenty years... I would like to delegate my work to... I don't know a child or someone important to me and with ten years I don't have enough time..." You bargained looking at him again, doubting he was going to accept, however he nodded his head.
"Twenty years." He agreed biting his thumbnail. You hesitated a second longer but finally extended your hand towards him. "What are ya doin’?"
"I'm shaking your hand...to seal the deal...doesn't it work like that?"
"Oh no, love, ain’t seal pacts like that."
You felt you were going to regret it the very moment his smile twisted and he slowly approached you, cornering you against the wall. You looked at him doubtfully, with a hesitant stutter stuck in your throat, you opened your mouth to say something, but his eyes glowed brightly in the darkness and he leaned towards you to kiss you.
Your whole body jerked at the warm sensation of his mouth on yours, for an instant you hesitated, you wanted to push him away from you, but his hand wrapped around your neck again blocking any thought.
Murphy undressed you ripping the clothes from your body without any care. His mouth ran down your neck, biting and marking your skin, a gasp of pleasure escaped from between your lips and you rested your hands on his shoulders so you wouldn't lose your balance. Murphy's hands caressed your whole body slowly moving down to your butt. His fingers closed over the tender skin of your ass making you gasp as he lifted you up forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Murphy's body pressed yours fully against the wall again, his mouth kept devouring your lips until they turned a reddish hue, swollen, his mouth moved down your neck slowly, kissing, biting your skin. One of his hands let go of your butt to lean against the wall, to keep his own balance as he moved his hips against you, rubbing his hard erection against your pussy still covered by the fabric of your panties. You gasped again, wrapping both arms around his neck moving in time with him, making the rubbing more intense. Murphy bit down hard on your neck before pulling away, gasping through his mouth, watching your tits move as you rocked against him rubbing your increasingly wet pussy against his hard cock. He growled lifting you a little higher against the wall having perfect access to your nipples, he licked, bit, sucked and stimulated with his tongue each of your sensitive buttons until they were hard and erect, you shivered at the cool sensation left on them as the warm demon's mouth left them.
Murphy looked sideways at you with a smirk painted on his mouth, you gasped in desperation, your cheeks red from the heat his body was transmitting to yours, you jerked wanting him to keep touching you, it had been too long since you had been with someone and the sensation of his hands and mouth all over your body was overtaking you. You knew you should be scared, defending yourself for what he was doing to you, but on the other hand you knew you had accepted his deal, that you couldn't stop him now, it was also true that you didn't expect him to make you seal it that way. He was a perverted demon.
"We all are, lass" You heard his voice against your neck and snapped.
"Stop doing that..."
"Sorry, sometimes ya think too loud." There was mockery in his voice. "Ya can scream his name if ya wanna, I ain't mind." He conceded and you rolled your eyes.
"Shut up..." You muttered averting your gaze, again his mouth twisted into an amused grimace.
"As ya wish..."
His arm still leaning against the wall slowly moved down your side giving you goosebumps until he reached your thigh, his gaze was completely locked on you, with that grimace still adorning his mouth, he slowly slid his fingers to your center pushing aside the fabric of your panties, you gasped when his fingertips brushed against your swollen and needy clit, his fingers moved down a little further losing themselves between your wet folds, pressing against your entrance. You moaned low closing your eyes, throwing your head back, leaning it against the wall.
"Clearly this demon ain’t the only pervert here, lass" He teased inserting the tip of his finger into your cunt. "So tight..." He whispered sliding his finger inside you listening to you sigh, digging your nails over his broad shoulders. "I gonna make ya feel fuckin’ good, love, ya'll see."
You wanted to say something, but his thumb pressed your clit making little circles, as his finger moved in and out adding a second finger when he felt your resistance loosen a little around his first finger. You moaned again as he started moving them fast inside you, making circles, opening them like a scissors, looking for that spot inside you that was getting you to see sparks. Holding onto his shoulders you began to move against his fingers feeling them deeper, burying your nails deeper into his skin, hearing him hiss.
"That's it, lass, fuck my fingers, imagine when my cock will be inside ya..." He whispered hoarsely, you rolled your eyes moving urgently, God you were so close. "Cum. I wanna feel ya squeeze my fingers when ya cum."
His fingers moved then in a way that cut the air from your lungs, you arched against the wall and a muffled moan forced your mouth open wide as your whole body trembled around and against Murphy, pressing yourself onto his fingers, cumming against them, dripping against his palm, the demon's grin grew much wider, his pupils fully dilated as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.
"Yer ready for me, lass." He assured you in a low tone before pulling his fingers out of you and ripping the panties from your body.
Murphy placed one of your legs over his arm elevating your body, holding his cock to press its tip against your wet folds, rubbing, lubricating himself with your natural essence rubbing your sensitive clit with his length before he placed the tip of his cock back against your entrance and pushed slowly. You gasped watching his cock enter you, not without a little resistance, he himself snorted as your pussy tightened around his head giving him an intense squeeze that coursed through his entire body. He placed your other leg over his arm and leaned back against the wall, leaving you completely imprisoned against it and his body. Your gaze was lost in hers for a second before he thrust hard inside you leaving his entire cock wedged inside you. A cry of pain came out of your mouth, your whole body jerked at the sensation of being filled, you could almost feel it in your stomach, the position you were in made you could almost feel the tip of his cock in your belly, hitting deep into your insides as he moved without giving you time to adjust to him. Your eyes filled with tears with the first strong thrusts, however pleasure began to break through as Murphy moved his hips changing the angle of his thrusts making those chips cloud your vision again. He rammed hard, fast, deep, he was now holding your legs still keeping you pinned against the wall, your whole body bouncing against his, your breasts rubbing against him, you heard him grunting and moaning low against your skin. You moaned again as his mouth caught one of your sensitive nipples torturing it with his teeth and tongue.
"Mur... Murphy!" you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair tugging at it as you arched up and a new orgasm coursed through your entire body.
"Our deal is made." He gasped in your ear. "Yer body, yer blood, yer soul, belong to me." His teeth dug into your neck and your whole body trembled again, still recovering from your last orgasm. "In twenty years I will return and ya will come with me to Hell." He pushes once more hard inside you and you feel him cumming inside you. All his heat suddenly flooding you.
The next day when you checked your lottery ticket you discovered that your numbers had come up winners.
Murphy had kept his end of the pact. A deal as a thank you for saving a Hellhound you thought was a puppy.
Even if it meant spending eternity in Hell.
You still didn't think it was a fair deal.
I hope you liked it!
I'll see you in the next story!
The story became broader in my mind, at first it was just going to be a Smut, I even thought about Mac because well... he's a demon, but then everything got twisted more 'fun' more 'nice' and Mac didn't fit much in my idea, I kept writing and Murphy showed up so... but for now it will stay as a One Shot, if I finish it and I like it maybe I'll upload the rest.
