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fails to excite Lucas as he pushes his tongue deep inside her, fluid running back into his mouth, of which he loves the taste.
    In general, humans tend to disgust most demons. The smell of a human most of all will usually sicken a demon and make them want to destroy the human just to kill the smell, a smell which is made up of mostly fear. Humans don’t even realize how much fear they omit from moment to moment, even the ones who look fearless. But no human is fearless. That’s how they were made, to be slaves to their emotions, and right from their inception, fear became the dominant emotion.
    This is partly due to the influence of the Great Adversary, the very source of all evil in the universe, and with whom only the King of Hell has a direct connection. It was Lucifer, a long time ago, who infected Adam and Eve with the darkness of the Adversary, and that influence has spread and corrupted ever since, to the point where every human on planet Earth is effected by it, and always will be.
    Demons have no such fear, nor any real emotions either, which is why they tend to find them so abhorrent on humans. Emotions only serve to remind demons of who humans really are--sickening creatures at the bottom of the universal food chain.
    Lucas once thought the same after he escaped from Hell to Earth. He instinctively despised them as he did the damned souls who resided in Hell.
    But then he started fucking the human women. After that, his perceptions of humans began to change. There was something about being conjoined with a human woman that was not only pleasurable (real pleasure, unlike the painful and torturous kind of pleasure to be found in Hell), but also heavenly in a way. Every time he fucks a human woman, Lucas feels a light of sorts penetrate into him. If he still had a soul, he would say the light touches his soul, but since he doesn’t have a soul anymore, he knows that is not possible. Yet that is what it feels like to him. A light, illuminating the core of his being, reminding him of who he once was, of how human he used to be himself. It makes despising the humans harder, because like or not, he has come to understand and even sympathize with them. Some, he even admires and respects, though those are few and far between.
    He feels the light now as he continues to work his tongue inside of Janice’s glorious pussy, a pussy he finds to be simply sublime in its taste and feel, its softness, its silkiness. He could taste it forever and never be bored by it.
    “Fuck me,” Janice says, pulling his head up from in between her legs, almost snarling as her whiskey brown eyes, full of pure animal lust, bore into him. She is gone, completely taken over by the feelings that grip her. Possessed you might say.
    Lucas has fucked thousands of human women, and that was while he was human himself and still living in ancient Egypt. His desire for the pleasures of the flesh started early, when he was just a kid. It had always been a weakness of his, and later in life, just another way to get what he wanted, although he still reveled in the act itself. When he became a master of the dark arts, so too did he become a master of the flesh arts. The power he gained from his ceaseless studies allows him to pleasure women in ways that those women could not even conceive of until he shows them.
    Like Janice. Since fucking her for the first time, she has come to him several times a day since, like an addict showing up for her fix. It is useful to have such an affect on people. It makes them easier to control, to manipulate. Even men. Lucas never shied away from using his skills on the same sex if it meant getting what he wanted from the other person. If anything, the men are usually more pliable afterwards than the women. It is the men who are the weaker sex, at least their minds anyway.
    With Janice however, he has no need to exert such control on her, for she gives herself of her own accord. And why wouldn’t she? He has raised her station