Evil Takes Wang

By Ken Haramiru

The imp Rajesh will release Eric from a lifelong contract, but only if he unlocks an ancient magical relic created by the wizard Merlin. It unexpectedly fuses itself to Eric’s body, causing his penis to teleport into any woman who arouses him! The only way to remove it is to use it, and unfortunately for Eric, a local fertility cult discovers him. Can Rajesh help Eric escape the cult with his life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken Haramiru
• Release date: Jan 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311763259

Ken Haramiru

Ken Haramiru lives in a large city on America's west coast. He's gainfully employed at a large, faceless corporation, and owns several adorable pets.He's written science fiction off and on since his teens, but either couldn't finish stories due to writer's block, or they were fan fiction and thus unpublishable. One day not very long ago, he got frustrated with a block and just wrote a sex scene to move the plot along. After blinking in disbelief, he discovered that was the only way he could absolutely, always get through a writer's block.After a while of conflict, he came to an uneasy truce with himself: he primarily writes erotica, but the more traditional author in him demands that his stories also have a plot beyond the sex.

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Chapter 1: Jillian’s Servant

Had Nathan slept with a succubus, rather than the all-too-human priestess of a demonic cult, he’d have stood a chance of keeping his free will. He'd be dead, sure, but at least he'd be able to be angry about it.

Oblivious to this fact, the mid-20s man leaned against a balcony railing and filled his lungs with hot, dry Arizona mountain night air. Phoenix’s far-off city lights twinkled in the distance, even in the relative cool of the night. Crickets chirped somewhere below him, and a warm breeze kissed the sweat from his skin beneath the full moon.

His pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight, revealing his lean, medium-sized frame. His disheveled light blond hair made him look like he should’ve been searching for ghosts in a van along with a dog and a bunch of college kids, although his cartoon counterpart probably would’ve noticed something amiss earlier. Suddenly, a rustle of sheets came from the door behind him, causing his mouth to crease in an incredulous smile as the lady of the house re-awakened.

He looked back at the bed and met the gaze of a gorgeous woman named Jillian, whom he’d first met a few hours ago. She’d been dancing at a club, surrounded by a small cluster of intensely good-looking men. Although any of the men could’ve had any woman at the club they’d wanted, their attention was all focused on her. Strangely, they didn’t seem jealous of each other as her attention shifted smoothly from one to the next. Jillian danced with them all in turn - and then she turned her eye towards Nathan, much to his surprise. Jillian smiled widely, then just brushed all her men off as if they didn’t exist and strutted right up to him.

Hi, she’d said to him. You’re kinda hot. Wanna dance?

Their time on the dance floor was short, and then she begged him to leave the club with her. They drove for miles out of the city, finally reaching her mountainside house. The entire way there, she teased him from the passenger seat, shedding most of her clothes before they even arrived. The house itself was three stories tall, built on the side of the mountain and easily large enough for a dozen inhabitants, but the two of them were the only ones there. Nathan was gawking at the cavernous foyer and marble floor tiles when Jillian grabbed his hands and placed his palms on her breasts, demanding his attention.

Tour later, buddy. Take care of me first, she insisted. They kissed, squeezing each other with frantic energy before she led him to the bedroom and they made love for the first time. He’d been close to coming before they even made it to the bed, and once she accepted him inside her it only took minutes before he climaxed.

There had been no time for protection, no preparation, only the explosive sensation of injecting her with his cum, bare and unprotected. He was horrified when he realized too late that he was already cumming. Jillian threw back her head and screamed, accepting him even as he pumped his seed into her pussy, her arms and legs wrapped around him just as intensely as if he’d first taken the time to build her to a needing heat. They clutched each other as the heat faded, and Nathan rationalized that by now there was no point in pulling out, so he didn't - just let his cock slowly withdraw on its own.

A few minutes later, she fell asleep and Nathan carefully disentangled himself and crept out to the balcony to think over his choices. That had been about a half hour ago, and the memory of her body’s warmth still tingled on his chest like an after-image of the sun through closed eyes.

And now, she was awake again.

Jillian admired Nathan’s outline as he turned, his shoulders outlined in the pale moonlight and sloping just right. She’d sat up in the middle of the bed, the covers gathered around her waist and her body bare otherwise. Her legs folded up underneath her, and just enough moonlight spilled in from the outside to show her breasts perfectly.

I’m not done with you yet, you know, she chided him.

Nathan pushed away from the railing and walked back into the bedroom, smiling hopefully. Not disappointed? he asked.

Jillian shrugged and smiled warmly. I know a warm-up when I see it - a fast first time just means a longer second wind. But, can I ask you one tiny little favor?

Nathan climbed onto the bed, facing her, and said, Anything.

Jillian turned her back on him as he approached, still sitting up. She smirked as Nathan cuddled up behind her, pressing his warmth up against her skin. She felt his member brush against her ass, and she pressed back against it just a little. Swear to serve me.

Nathan’s eyebrows furrowed. Do what?

Jillian half-turned so that he could see her lips as she repeated, Swear to serve me. It’s a sexy little game I like to play. There was a rustle in the sheets, and her long, silky fingers found his cock and stroked it for a few moments before she continued with, It really gets me in the mood for just about anything, if you know what I mean. Just a little kink of mine.

Nathan smiled - he’d told bigger lies to get tail before, and he was sure that he could summon some genuine sincerity for this one.

Sure, he said. I’ll serve you.

Jillian scooted herself, turned around to face him, and kissed him on the lips. Her perfect breasts brushed against his bare chest for a moment before she raised both her hands and pushed him, sending him back onto the bed. She stretched herself over him on all fours as she approached him, her breasts brushing gently against his chest. Say that you’ll serve me, body and soul.

Nathan wrapped his arms around her and felt her body mold itself perfectly to him. Her hands ran their way down his back as she positioned herself. He felt her mound against his shaft and the hint of heat within as she slid it against him. As his tip trailed down her slit, just barely outside of her pussy, there was a kind of electrical tingling sensation between them, a charge like lightning about to strike. Nathan let out a little whimper of pleasure as her pussy, wet and moist, found his cock and took his very tip just barely inside. Jillian froze there and hovered expectantly in front of his face, her eyes begging him to speak. Nathan didn’t even hesitate before he blurted out, Fuck, yes! Body and soul, I’ll serve you!

Jillian responded by shifting her weight and letting out a squealing gasp of pleasure as she completely impaled herself on him, her pussy instantly swallowing his shaft whole. Nathan’s eyes rolled back in his head as she settled in for a long cowgirl-style ride. Her perfect curves caught the reflected moonlight as she rode him, her torso swaying as she straddled him and sat vertically. She ground her hips against him, her vagina clutching him expertly within her - and then she stopped again. She stared at him, smiling broadly, and Nathan looked into her eyes incredulously. He was desperate; at this point, his need was almost a tangible thing. She locked her eyes on his and then began to slow down. He could sense an implied threat: that she’d stop soon, or worse, get off of him. Forever? she asked.

Till the end of time, Nathan promised. She threw back her head and resumed riding him, and he started thrusting again; they moved together like a single perfect creature. She was panting now, her mouth just a little parted as her body tensed in anticipation of impending release. Jillian ran her hands up and down her torso as she rode her lover’s cock, feeling her perfect breasts and her firm, flawless waist, and hips.

Nathan couldn’t remember if his cock had ever been harder, and he wondered if he’d ever be able to think of sex the same way again. This was... Perfect. He couldn't escape the word as it echoed in his head. But why not?

Jillian’s body was perfect in ways he’d never even imagined, and her every curve seemed to radiate perfect sexuality which had somehow been reserved for him. She was like an erotic goddess, to whom he willingly offered his entire being in exchange for this perfect moment. On second thought, he decided that she was less of a goddess, and more like the priestess of a higher power,