Demonic Possesion Gone Wrong (Gone Sexual?)

Chapter 3

Three days later the lawsuit was filed. It would be tied up in the courts for a while obviously, but the writing was on the wall. Thanks to an email chain from the legal team, that was accidentally sent to the entire company due to a very convenient miscommunication, everyone knew the company was completely fucked. About half the staff had quit before the end of the week, the rest looking for new jobs while patiently waiting for their severance. With a new job already lined up for him by Selat, Jason began going over and helping the demon dismantle all the wards he’d placed in and around his boss’s home and office.

There was simultaneously a new closeness and a weird distance between him and Selat as they worked. It was as if the demon had only now just realized that there was another person in the body he was inhabiting. He’d rest his hands on Jason’s thighs and pull away, absentmindedly tease at his lips with the end of a pen and then quickly put it down. Of course Jason wasn’t exactly being easy on him either. He’d taken the back seat for the previous month, staying quiet unless spoken to, content to sleep most of the time, but now he was constantly reminding Selat he was there. Asking him what he was working on the second his pen drifted to lips, “accidentally” transmitting a dirty thought to him via telepathy. It was a little mean, but Jason loved seeing the usually so put together demon get flustered.

Brady was coming into the office less and less, preferring to work from his apartment as his business crumbled around him. By the end of the week Jason had an invite to his apartment to do the enlargement spell, and a way to disable every single one of the wards he’d placed there.

“I can give you partial control while we do this, if you’d like.” Today the demon weaved a tight fitted silk suit and leather gloves from the shadows. It was a special day, he was allowed to wear whatever he wanted.

“Fuck yeah.” The warlock spoke through his own mouth for the first time in a month. “Let’s kill this bastard.”

Brady looked them up and down as he opened his apartment door. He looked like he was going to say something how they were dressed for a moment, but then thought better of it.

“Thanks for coming, dude. I really needed this.” He opened the door all the way, kicking aside his e-scooter. “I can’t believe this bullshit lawsuit. Nobody has any fucking grindset anymore.” Brady sadly shook his head as he stood in his luxury apartment, which he had once proudly told Jason his parents paid for.

“Yes it’s a real shame.” The demon closed and surreptitiously locked the door behind him.

“I don’t think I can really offer you much, but I promise I can get you a job at my next company.” He sat down in the gaming chair he took remote calls from and yanked his pants around his ankles. Jason and Selat knelt down and began to draw a ring of sigils around the other man’s cock.

“Sorry, but I already have something else lined up.”

“So you turned traitor on me too.” He grumbled. The warlock and the demon finished the final sigil.

“You never really did all that much to inspire loyalty. I mean, one of your employees was replaced with a demon for a whole month and you didn’t notice.” Selat purred. The sigils they’d drawn on his skin began to spin.

“What?” Jason took back control of his face, letting his expression contort into a hideous grin.

“Hey boss, it’s been a while. Don’t get it twisted though, he might’ve reported you, but I came up with this.” He ran his finger along the sigils spinning them faster.

“J-Jason?” His eyes were wide with fear now. He was slowly beginning to realize what he’d allowed to happen. “What did you do?” Brady tried to stand, but the warlock borrowed some of Selat’s strength to hold him down. The spinning ring of sigils began to constrict.

“You shouldn’t have asked me to cast that fucking dick spell, Brady.” His boss screamed as the sigils began to tear into his flesh. “I think we’re done here, Selat.” The demon took control of his body again and took one last look at Brady.

“Terrible working with you, sir.” He removed the SIM card from Brady’s phone, magically removed all evidence of their messages, and placed it back in. For good measure, with gloves still on, he opened his phone (password was his birthday), did a quick search for “magic to make dick bigger” and selected the most dubious result before turning it off. Then, he turned off the lights, stepped into the shadows, and the two of them disappeared.

“Did you take care of the cameras too?” Jason asked as they reappeared back in his apartment. The demon took out his phone, took a selfie and showed it to the warlock. His face appeared distorted and wreathed with shadow.

“A side effect of my possessions. Bad if I want to remain undetected for long periods, but good for your purposes.” He explained. The demon looked at Jason’s hands and sighed before slipping out of his body. He still hid himself in the shadows despite how close they’d gotten over the past month. “So have you decided on how you want to pay what I’m owed?” His eyes glowed green through the veil of shadow.

“I think I have, but do you mind if I take a shower first?” Jason hadn’t really thought about how vascular an area the groin was. He probably should’ve stepped back a bit.

“That’s probably a good idea.” The demon admitted. “I’ll make myself a cup of coffee while I wait. Would you like any?”

“Yeah sure. Milk no sugar please.”

Jason quickly washed his hands in the sink while he waited for the shower to warm up. He dried them and then pulled out his phone, pulled up Aestimo Meum Daemonium, and typed in “He Who is the Truth That Hides Between Words”. Selat’s profile popped up immediately.

It looked like everything he had told him was accurate, he was usually called in to help write corporate contracts, other summoners praised his unusual professionalism, high success rate, and unusually low payment requirements. He almost always asked for possession, but seemed content to only do pretty tame stuff in other people’s bodies. The wildest thing he saw in the descriptions of rates was that he took one contractor on a vacation to the Hamptons. He also never showed his true form to other contractors either, preferring to stay veiled in shadow. The only part of his profile that made him particularly difficult to get a hold of was that he had a type. Some demons did, especially ones that traded in sex, but Selat had one despite trading in possesion. It seemed he only really responded to the summons of skinny young men with dark hair.

Hey! Jason resented that, he wasn’t that- he caught sight of his bony wrist out of the corner of his eye. Okay maybe he did need to go to the gym more… It did confirm some suspicions though. Jason stuck a hand into the water, testing to see if it was hot yet, the warlock liked it near scalding. He knew what he was going to give him.

The demon was waiting for him in the kitchen of his apartment. He was drinking warm coffee out of his favorite mug, a novelty cup with cat ears one of Jason’s friends had gotten him as a gag gift. The warlock hadn’t bothered to get fully dressed, just tossing on a bathrobe after he toweled himself off. He took a sip of the coffee the demon had made him. The warm flavor of cinnamon filled his mouth. “I think I want to get the permanent payment out of the way first.”

“Alright.” Selat put down his mug. “What do you want me to take from you?”

“I was actually hoping to do a trade.”

“Greedy. I’ve already rendered my services to you.” the demon teased.

“Well I feel like with what I’d be giving you it kind of needs to be a trade.”

“Alright, what is it that’s so valuable you’d require something of me in turn?”

“I want to give you my body, the whole thing. Not like a possession, where I’d still be in there with you, but I want you to have it to yourself. So, you know, obviously I’d kinda like to have yours so I don’t die or get stuck on the astral plane or anything. Not that you have to do that if you don’t want to, I can think of something else.”

“You shouldn’t be willing to toss yourself away so easily,” The demon replied tacitly, but Jason could tell by the way his mug was shaking, suspended in shadow, that he was just barely holding in his excitement.

“I practice magic, the body is supposed to be the earthly chain that prevents me from reaching my true potential blah blah blah blah blah. I don’t really care all that much about it.” A blob of shadow reached out and opened the cabinet above his sink and a cascade of empty energy drink cans fell out.

“I’d assumed that much, yes.” The demon snickered.

“I didn’t really have time to clean before I summoned you…”

“Still, you’re throwing yourself away without even knowing what you’re getting in return. I may be lord of weighted contracts but even I would feel guilty if I didn’t tell you how stupid you’re being.”

“Why don’t you show me then. Let me decide for myself whether or not I want to trade.” Jason let his bathrobe loosen, falling off his right shoulder, letting the fabric part just enough on the bottom for the demon to get a look at his cock. He heard Selat swallow.

“Fine, though if you decide you don’t want it, I want your permanent silence regarding what you saw, understand?”

“You’ve got it.” The warlock grinned. The demon allowed his veil of shadows to melt away. He was big, well over six feet tall, broad, and densely muscled, but coated with a soft, thick layer of fat like a retired athlete. His skin was charcoal gray, dusted with heather gray hair, especially thick on his four broad arms. The demon’s tail was thick and almost as long as he was tall, covered in black and gray scales, and ending with a snake's head. Based on the admittedly very little Jason knew about snakes, it looked like a python or some other kind of constrictor. He had relatively short but wickedly sharp horns that jutted from his forehead like a mountain goat’s. His face was strong and rectangular. He kept himself clean shaven, but by the stubble left after so much time in his body, Jason figured he could grow a nice beard if he left it alone long enough. He kept his thick, light gray hair long and clearly attempted to gell it down to keep it neat. However it seemed to only just barely cooperate with him, desperately trying to spread out into a more wild mane. He kept on a pair of tight boxers, preserving some of his modesty, but giving the warlock a tantalizing hint of just how big his package was.

“Fuck.” Jason half whispered in appreciation.

“Once again, I can let you think of something else if you want.” He crossed all four of his arms nervously.

“Are you kidding me? Holy shit, you’re supposed to be the lord of weighted contracts?” Fuck he wanted that to be him. Jason would’ve gladly made a deal for that to be him. He couldn’t believe exchanging his body for that even counted as payment. The warlock grabbed Selat’s ass, his fingers easily sinking into his soft butt. “I feel like I’m trading in a beater for a fucking Rolls Royce.”

“And you’re absolutely sure you want to be this you don’t just want to fuck this? Attraction and expression are often two very different things.” His face was red, clearly unused to the positive attention.

“Fuck yes I’m sure. All I can think about is how good it’s going to feel when I shove this,” he gripped the demon’s cock through his underwear. “Into your tight little ass.” He pulled one of the demon’s hands to grip his own, unfortunately pretty flat, ass. “This is all yours, if you let me give it to you.” Selat shivered. God it was so adorable when he got flustered.

“I accept your payment.” The demon whispered hesitantly as if he were still afraid Jason was going to back out at any moment. He bent down to kiss the warlock, who eagerly reciprocated. Then the demon pushed further and further inward, slipping just inside Jason’s skin again before pulling away. The warlock stared down at his old face, the demon in turn looking up in awe at him. He tried flexing the fingers of all four of his hands. They responded easily.

“Holy fuck!” he laughed, the demon’s, no, his deep, resonant voice coming from his mouth. His (his!) tail wagged back and forth in delight. He could taste the air with his now forked tongue, even feel the heat of everything in the room thanks to the pits on the face of his tail. One set of hands came up to touch his face, but he waved the other two around in excitement, not quite sure what to do with them yet. He remembered his underwear and pulled on the waistband to take a look. Two fat cocks rested side by side over his balls. “Holy fuck!” He was probably being loud enough for his nieghbors to hear him but fuck ‘em, he had two dicks!

Selat breathed a long sigh of relief. He didn’t have to inspect his new body, he’d already been using it for around a month now, but the joy was still etched on his face as he tightened up Jason’s bathrobe. “What do you think you’re doing?” The warlock smirked. “I still need to pay you the temporary loss, don't I?”

“You still plan to ‘give it to me’ as you put it?” The demon sat down on the couch and spread his legs without opening the robe. “Even though I’m wearing your old skin?”

“I planned on it. I started prepping you in the shower, though I think I might need to do a little more now.” He pulled out his twinned phalluses. “I know you don’t have any objections. I can taste the arousal coming off you.” His forked tongues flicked out of his mouth and tail. “It tastes fucking delicious.”

Selat untied his bathrobe and tossed it to the floor. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for bears.”

“And I’ve always liked taking apart fancy little twinks.” Jason grinned, his fangs peeking out behind his lips. He lifted the demon onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” He ran his thumb over Selat’s lips and the demon sucked it into his mouth. He groaned as he felt him wrap his tongue around it.

“I hope that’s a threat you can back up.” Selat wiggled his hips, rubbing up against Jason’s cocks. The warlock quickly shimmied off his underwear and pressed his and Selat’s cocks together. He began to work them with one hand, and brought a second back to his hole. The demon leaned into him, coming up onto his knees and throwing his arms around his shoulders. Jason wrapped his other two hands around Selat’s chest to help support him. He inclined his head, careful not to gore the demon with his horns, and kissed the inside of his waist. Selat curled in on himself, almost head butting the warlock in shock. “How did you-“

“I lived in that body for 24 years. I know what it likes.” He bit the demon just below the start of his rib cage. Selat wrapped his arms even tighter around Jason’s shoulders trying desperately to ground himself. The warlock just laughed as he spread him wider. He began to move the two hands around the demon’s chest as well, roughly kneading muscle and tracing along the delicate bones of his ribs and kissed his neck. Selat clawed his back, crying out and Jason stroked the two of them faster and faster. The demon came into his hand, burying his face into the warlock’s shoulder.

Jason lifted his hand to his lips and began to lick Selat’s cum from it as the demon watched. He made sure he was putting on a show for him, twining the long dexterous tongue the demon had given him through his fingers. His cock twitched weakly as Jason sucked his fingers into his mouth. The warlock grabbed him by the hips and lifted him up, resting the demon’s thighs on either shoulder. “How about I clean you off before I fuck you?” He rubbed his nose against the base of the demon’s limp cock. Selat whimpered, but he also nodded vigorously. Jason took him into his mouth and carefully licked, conscious of his fangs. He was starting to understand how to control his tongue better, and he used that newly acquired skill to dip one of its forks into the slit of Selat’s cock. The demon grabbed onto his horns as he did, his dick slowly coming back to life under the warlock’s tongue.

Jason worked another finger into the demon’s ass as he sucked. He was up to four now, but yet, looking at the equipment he was packing, he still wasn’t sure that was enough. Still he removed his hand and Selat whined in protest.

“One or both?” He held the demon’s hips with two of his hands, held his dicks together with a third and stroked his cheek with his fourth.

“Both.”

“You sure? That might be more than that body can take.” For some reason that idea was making Jason even harder, that the way he was now, he could fuck his old body so hard it broke. Another thought for the growing “interrogate this later” pile.

“I don’t care.” Selat buried his face in Jason’s chest. “Please, I want you to ruin me.” Fuck, he knew why that idea was making him harder.

The warlock growled as he flipped the demon over, forcing him onto his hands and knees. He wrapped his arms around Selat’s chest and gripped his hips before roughly shoving himself inside. The demon threw his head back, screaming his name. He was so tight and hot, Jason had to remind himself to calm down so he didn’t actually hurt him. Jason forced himself to give Selat a moment to breathe, despite how hard the demon was struggling to move on his own. After an agonizing period of stillness he gave himself permission to move again. It was all so much. The sensation of his cock rubbing against his cock rubbing against the demon’s inner walls, the arousal he could taste in the air, skin under two sets of hands, the heat radiating off of both their bodies, Jason’s brain was struggling to keep up with the sheer amount of novel information it was receiving. Selat didn’t seem to be faring much better. His eyes were blown wide as he screamed in pleasure, no longer capable of forming the syllables of Jason’s name.

The warlock buckled first. He pulled out and spilled over Selat’s back. From his experience, he knew demon cum wasn’t always human safe. He’d have to ask Selat about that later. Shit, he’d have to ask him about a lot of things later. For the moment though, he reached underneath the demon and gave him a good couple of tugs until he came as well. Jason fell backwards onto the cushions to survey the damage. He’d managed to break two of the cheap legs and the upholstery was beyond recovery.

“Fuck.” Jason said, in shock more than anger.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Selat wheezed, still trying to recover his breath. He looked like an absolute mess, his back marked with cum, his hips bruised from how hard the warlock had grabbed him, a smaller, circular, bruise forming where he’d been bitten just below his ribs. Jason kissed the demon, hard, hoping he’d leave even more. When they pulled apart Selat’s lips were red and a little swollen.

The demon tried to stand and his legs crumpled beneath him. Jason caught him before he hit the floor.

“It will probably take a while until I’m acclimated to this body.” He said apologetically. “And until this body is acclimated to me.”

“You want to stay the night?” Jason asked, half expecting Selat to say no. He wasn’t under contract anymore, he didn’t have to hang out in Jason’s shitty, three-room-box of an apartment if he didn’t want to. “I can take the-“ He couldn’t take the couch it was fucking nasty.

“If I’m going to be sleeping in your bed, I’d prefer that we shared it.” The demon played with a loose strand of the warlock’s hair.

“We should get you cleaned up first. I mean come on, I just washed this.” He joked as he picked up Selat. The demon looked surprised that he was able to carry him.

“You’re acclimating much faster than expected.”

“Am I not supposed to be able to walk yet either?”

“Mmm, not that. You should be curled up in a ball with your hands clamped over your ears due to complete sensory overload, or at least valiantly fighting the urge to do so.” That gave Jason a bit of pause. He wasn’t. The extra input had been a little overwhelming during sex, when everything was a little heightened, but now in the aftermath he was perfectly fine.

“Do you know why that isn’t happening?”

“I don’t.” He answered. They both waited for the shower to warm up. Something else for the interrogation pile. Jason stepped in still holding Selat, who yelped in surprise as the water hit him.

“Lords of the infernal pits! You really like it that hot?!” The warlock quickly turned the faucet down.

The next morning Jason tried to figure out the vacuum brewer. Selat had slept in, still tired from the previous night, and the warlock took the opportunity to make him breakfast. He’d done the task enough times with Selat moving his hands that he basically had it down to muscle memory. Next he tied his long hair back to start making them some french toast. That one was his own muscle memory. It was a good morning after breakfast, easy enough to make but still complex enough to be mildly impressive. The demon tiredly stumbled into the kitchen half of the kitchen/living room.

“Still a little unsteady?” Jason handed him his coffee, again in the kitty cat mug.

“Thank you, a little bit, yes, but I should be alright to go home.” Selat grabbed a napkin off the kitchen table and pulled out a pen. He carefully drew a complicated, round sigil. “If you ever want to call me again, this is my name.” Jason looked it over. It was his name. Usually magicians, even those that specialized in summoning like Druids, couldn’t call on an entity without knowing their name, their true name, and learning that took years or even decades of hoping that entity responded to your general summons and building up a working relationship with them.

“Hold on.” Jason dug around for a pen. Usually magicians weren’t supposed to do this. Giving your name to an entity was normally considered fucking stupidity of the highest caliber by the academic community at large, Especially when it came to entities like demons or representatives of the fae courts. But yet, Jason began to draw on a napkin himself. His sigil was equally complicated but used an inverted triangle as its base. “In case you ever want to call me.” The demon looked confused as he took the piece of paper, his expression changing to slight alarm as he went over it.

“You haven’t shown this to anyone else have you?”

“No? Why the fuck would I do that?”

“How did you discover it?”

“Well same as most warlocks, I figured it out while I was in college after three days without sleep.” Most warlocks actually figured it out in college after a long period of introspective meditation rather than accidentally putting themselves on a three day caffeine pill bender, but hey trances are trances no matter how you manage to get into one. “Why? Is there something wrong with it?” Wrong with me, wrong with who I am? He didn’t say.

“I know why you acclimated so quickly,” Selat answered. “Humans don’t have sigils as their true names. Most things don’t, but humans in particular have true names written in human languages. Which one depends on the human, but it’s usually the first one they ever understood. You didn’t happen to learn sigils before English did you?”

“…No.”

“Well then, congratulations. Very few of us know what we are until we get sent to the man downstairs. You’ll have the time to think about what parts of this,” the demon pointed to his sigil, “you’ll want to incorporate into your pars-nomen.” The worst part about it was that it made sense. It made a lot of sense. Jason kind of knew at the very edges of his mind that he was a vicious person. That he enjoyed causing pain to others even beyond the normal bounds of acceptable, consensual, sadism. He was good at keeping that impulse in check, mostly. Killing his boss with what amounted to sticking his dick inside a magical pencil sharpener was a notable exception of course. Still, he didn’t really know how to respond to the information. Sure Selat could’ve been lying, but what would he get out of doing that?

“…You’re not fucking with me.” The warlock said it with resignation.

“I’m not.” The demon replied gently, but firmly. “Like I said though, you have some time to come to terms with it”

“How much?”

“Well based on the human average, around fifty to sixty years.”

“Do you think I’ll get to keep this?” He gestured towards his new body.

“I can put in a word for you with the man downstairs.” Selat kissed his cheek. When the warlock responded with shell shocked silence instead of more questions, the demon said, “Call me,” and then melted into the ground.

The next thing Jason did was dig out his tattooing needle and sterilize it. Despite the danger of it going sideways in a pretty spectacular way, he’d given himself a few sigil tattoos in the past. He had a lighter tattoo on his palm that activated when he snapped his fingers, from back before he stopped smoking, and translation sigils behind his ears and under his tongue, so that he could give tourists directions and lie on his resume about how many languages he was fluent in. He’d have to replace all those, hopefully without getting stuck speaking only Cantonese for a week again, and add a few cosmetic sigils to hide, well, everything.

It was going to have to be a full cloak, not just a spot touch up like he would’ve had to do if Selat had just wanted a piece of him like an ear or a nose. He thought for a little bit about how he wanted to go about it. He could spend a bunch of time figuring out how to exactly describe his old body with a probably way too over complicated sigil or do the much easier thing and rig up a pallet swap that would hide his horns, tail, and extra arms, while not trying to mask the general shape and size of his body. Of course the second option would require a trip to the dmv to get his ID updated, but there was way less room for fuck ups. He also really did like how he looked right now, and didn’t want to change it too radically. Option 2 it was. He could always say he got it in a deal if anybody asked. It wasn’t a complete lie.

Jason had come to terms with it by the time he finished tattooing himself. His first thought had been right, it made sense. Not to say it hadn’t knocked him completely on his ass, it had, but the stinging pain of the needle had grounded him, helping him calm down enough to properly think. It wasn’t like he was particularly upset about it, it was just a little existentially terrifying to go through most of your life as one thing and then find out that you were not only something completely different, but also weirdly okay with that. Importantly though, he was okay with it.

Jason’s phone rang on the counter. He picked it up. “Hello.” A dry voice spoke on the other end. “I’ve been instructed by my employer to get in contact with a man named Jason. I was instructed to extend a job opportunity to him.”

“You’ve got the right number.” There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. Selat knew these guys, and these guys probably knew Selat. They probably recognized his voice over the phone. “Our mutual friend told me you’d call.”

“Our mutual-“

“I’m not him. Don’t worry about it, he isn’t fucking with you. We made an exchange if you get my drift.” Jason didn’t want to say it on the phone. He figured the person on the other end would appreciate a certain amount of plausible deniability if their conversation was being monitored.

“In that case, I have been asked to extend an offer for you to join our firm’s magi-sec team. I’ll give you the address for our offices so that you can report for an interview in person.” They sounded a bit more relaxed now. Selat didn’t curse, so hopefully that told the person on the other end that Jason wasn’t him.

“Hey, uh, our friend told me that you would be giving me this job but, what’s your bosses’ relationship with him anyway? They trade him a favor or something?”

“Our mutual friend is my employer.” Now that was interesting. It was kind of an open secret that a lot of demons owned businesses. They got put up as payment for contracts all the time. However it was unheard of for one to act as a managing partner at a law firm. Jason figured there must’ve been a fake partner in place that Selat fed lines whenever he had to talk to a client.

“Well then, is Monday alright?”