Misbehavedxoxo - A demon hunter searching for a tickling demon, possesses my partner and makes him tickle my feet

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Misbehavedxoxo - A demon hunter searching for a tickling demon, possesses my partner and makes him tickle my feet

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The Demon's Plaything

A chill ran down my spine as I heard the demon's sinister laughter echoing through the dark alley. He was elusive, but not for long. I had tracked him to this filthy corner of the city, where he had been enticing unsuspecting men with promises of pleasure and power. But all they got was their souls—or rather, their soles—stolen from them.

Possession and Tickling

My partner and I had been hunting this demon for weeks, dissecting his every move and memorizing his patterns. We were so close to capturing him that it was almost within our grasp. But then, in an instant, everything changed. I saw the glint of madness in my partner's eyes and felt the unmistakable pull of possession. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

His voice was deep and husky, like the demon's own, as he spoke the forbidden words. The power of the demon coursed through him, making his muscles tense and his cock hard. He untied the laces of my boots and slid them off, revealing my feet. Then, without warning, he began to tickle them mercilessly.

I gasped and squirmed under his touch, but it was no use. The demon had taken control of my body as well as my partner's. He laughed maniacally as I writhed helplessly on the ground, my toes curling up in ecstasy and my feet begging for more. I could feel my defenses crumbling under the demon's sensual assault.

The Demon's Conquest

As the demon's laughter filled the alley, I could feel my partner's cock pulsing against my thigh. The demon was using him to claim me as his own, to mark me as his property. I tried to resist, but it was futile. The sensations were too intense, the pleasure too overwhelming. I could feel myself giving in to the demon's desires, surrendering to his dark allure.

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take any more, the tickling stopped. My partner's hands released mine, and he collapsed on top of me, spent. The demon's hold on him was broken, but he had left his mark. I looked down at my feet, still tingling from the tickling, and felt a chill run down my spine. The demon was still out there, watching, waiting for his next chance to claim another soul.

Confronting the Demon

We knew we couldn't rest until we had faced the demon head-on. We prepared ourselves mentally and physically, bracing for the fight of our lives. But when we finally cornered him in an abandoned warehouse, we found ourselves unprepared for what we saw. The demon was no longer alone. He had recruited others like my partner, men who had fallen victim to his sinister charm.

As we fought our way through the mob of possessed men, I couldn't help but think of my partner, his body taken over by the demon's lust. I vowed then and there to never let the demon near him again, to protect him from his own dark desires. And so, we pushed forward, driven by the need to vanquish the demon once and for all.

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