DELIVERY~ (ORIGINAL SUPERNATURAL)

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Themes: Demon Sex, Big Dick, Master/Slave

Summary: In which a Latina Pizza Delivery Girl finds herself embroiled in something way above her paygrade. But... does it have to be? Maybe she can get herself some of this...

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Final delivery of the day, final delivery of the day, final delivery of the day.

That mantra is what keeps Jazz, short for Jasmine, moving forward one foot in front of the other. The thicc, fat-assed Latina carries a pizza box in her hands as she makes her way down the apartment hallway to the proper room.

Funnily enough, it's not even that late in the day… its still only 3 PM, in fact. But, and get this, Jazz has been working since 3 PM yesterday, because the pizza joint she delivers for is one of those twenty-four-seven places. Sooo yeah, after twelve hours of pizza deliveries, most of them in the dark, Jazz is more than ready to be done so she can finally go home and crash.

Reaching the apartment in question, Jazz juggles the box for a moment to make sure she has the right number. Once she's sure, she reaches out and gives the door a hard knock.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Pizza delivery!"

There's a pause and then, she hears a voice that sounds like it's coming through multiple walls call out to her.

"T-The door is unlocked and the money is on the table!"

… Now normally, Jazz would say 'fuck that noise'. The era of pizza delivery drivers entering customer's homes and apartments to 'leave it on the table' was far past. And even if it wasn't, Jazz knew the effect that her body had on men, so she wasn't stupid enough to enter some stranger's apartment anyways.

However, factors conspire to manipulate her into putting aside that rule just this once. Not only does she just want to get this delivery over with so she can go home and crash, but also… the voice from inside the apartment is pretty stereotypically feminine. In fact, it sounds like your average white bitch if Jazz had to guess.

All that was to say, she pushes open the door and steps inside of the apartment, eager to get this the fuck over with. Of course, that means when she gets to the table and finds that the white girl is literally over ten bucks short, her irritation almost immediately goes through the roof.

"Hey! This isn't enough money girl!"

Jazz's voice echoes through the apartment, even as she plants one hand on her hip while holding the pizza box with the other. If this bitch was trying to pull one of those viral tiktoks where you see if you can make the delivery driver cover the rest, she was going to-

"Seriously?"

"S-Sorry, I must have miscounted! I'll just go out there and-!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? You're not going anywhere, you dumb bitch."

Oh fuck. Jazz freezes when she first hears the deep, masculine voice coming from the other room. Then, she hears the panicked white girl speak again, only for her to get cut off by a slightly inhuman sounding snarl from the male.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This was bad. She needed to get out of here. She needed to-

"… And neither is she. Damn it."

Backing up, Jazz abruptly runs into the apartment door behind her, suddenly closed of its own accord despite the fact that she KNOWS she left it open on purpose when she first entered. Spinning around, she grabs the handle to try and open it, only to hiss and yank her hand away when the handle proves to be extremely hot to the touch.

A moment later and she watches with wide, horrified eyes as the doorknob literally melts into a puddle of metal right in front of her.

"Sorry about this."

Whipping back around, Jazz screams at the sight of a literal demon, from the blood red skin to the devil horns to the seven foot tall jacked and muscular appearance. One of his hands is gripping the back of the white bitch's neck, who turns out to be your stereotypical white chick just like Jazz suspected.

Only, as she screams, the demon… doesn't actually do anything? He doesn't rip the white chick's head off, nor does he throw hellfire around or try and kill Jazz in any way. He just stands there, wincing from the volume of her voice from the look of things.

Finally, Jazz stops screaming, her voice hoarse as she stares with wide eyes, completely unable to even comprehend what's happening here.

"Y-You… I-I…"

"Please set the pizza down on the table, sweetheart."

Swallowing thickly, Jazz does as she's told. The demon smiles in response and… it's actually kind of a nice smile. If one ignores the extremely sharp teeth, that is.

"Thank you. Now, like I said, I'm sorry about this but you'll have to stick around until the Destined Hero arrives to save you and this one from my clutches, alright? Just stay calm and everything will be alright."

… What? Jazz blinks rapidly as she struggles to process the fact that a literal demon, seemingly straight out of the pits of hell… is trying to comfort her? What the fuck is going on here?

"P-Please, just do as he says…"

Meanwhile, the white chick is crying, big honking tears down her face. You'd think the demon just said he was going to kill them both on the spot if Jazz said a single wrong word.

"… I don't really understand what's going on."

Sighing, the demon gestures for her to sit at the table. So she does. He is a big fucking demon, after all. Walking over, he pushes the white chick into a chair as well, before flipping open the pizza box. Jazz watches incredulously as the demon takes a slice out, folds it up, and chomps it down in like two bites at most.

"Mm… that's the good stuff. Oh, feel free to have a slice by the way. Not you."

Jazz blinks as the white chick is told she can't have any, only belatedly realizing that he's offering a slice to HER instead. Carefully, she picks up a slice of pizza and nibbles at it. At the same time though, she's so fucking curious it's not even funny. Fortunately, the demon shrugs and finally explains.

"So basically, this chick here… she's in love with the Destined Hero. They're childhood sweethearts that only started dating now that they're finally both in college. Frankly, she's lucky that she didn't get offed back in high school to give the Destined Hero a proper 'push'. Maybe if she had, we wouldn't all be in this mess."

The white chick whimpers, even as Jazz swallows her current bite of pizza nervously.

"What… what mess?"

Sighing, the demon grabs and consumes another slice of pizza before answering.

"The Destined Hero is ignoring every Call to Action that comes his way. He's been avoiding doing his duties lately. The Powers That Be sent me here to take his girlfriend hostage and have a quick fight with him to show him he can't just stick his head in the sand and pretend like nothing is really happening, see?"

Waving a third piece of pizza around, the demon starts to rant.

"Only, the idiot is so focused on being normal that apparently he's taking a college exam today and has his phone turned off! So he doesn't even know that his girlfriend is in danger! Honestly, what kind of Destined Hero tries to continue his college education and complete a degree for fucking accounting of all things! What an absolute moron!"

Jazz blinks owlishly, looking over at the white chick to see her still whimpering and cringing back. Sounds like this was all stuff that the other girl had heard before. On the other hand…

"I got hungry, so we ordered pizza. Unfortunately, this one decided to try to play games. I allowed her to put out the money for you, a mistake on my part, and she clearly thought she would get the opportunity to warn you and ask you to get help if I let her go out to 'fix' the discrepancy in payment."

… Huh. Judging by the way the white chick cringes harder, the demon is probably right on the money there. And honestly? Not too bad of a plan if Jazz was being honest. Unfortunately, it seems like this demon is a lot wiser to human antics than most demons in fiction…

"So yes, as I said before, sorry about all of this. Hopefully, the Destined Hero will be home soon and he can 'rescue' the two of you and you'll be able to put this whole experience behind you. My sincerest apologies for the imposition on your time."

… Ya know, maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but Jazz can't quite keep from running her mouth now that she's not nearly as scared as she was before.

"You're surprising polite for a demon."

The demon pauses and for a split second she worries she's overstepped. But then he grins and winks at her.

"Well… manners maketh the man."

Jazz wrinkles her nose in response.

"Kingsman? I mean, it's a good quote I guess…"

Letting out a laugh, the demon shakes his head.

"You just didn't expect me to know it, did you? I mean, I'm not always on the clock. You humans have mastered the art of entertainment. It's… what's the word you lot use these days? Ah yes. Its 'neat'."

Jazz's jaw drops open at that. Never in a million years did she think she would hear a demon call anything 'neat'. Then again, if he was some sort of immortal creature who had been around since the dawn of human civilization but also apparently spent enough time around humans to be quoting their movies, him being a couple decades out of date on the lingo DID sort of make sense.

Silence falls for a moment as Jazz processes this entire situation. And then… the Latina decides to really go for broke.

"So what's a human soul worth these days?"

That gives both the demon and the white chick pause. In fact, they stare at her with almost matching expressions of incredulity. Though in the white chick's case, there's a bit of disgust as well. Meanwhile, the demon grows… curious.

"Oh? And why you do ask, exactly?"

Shrugging, Jazz gestures to herself.

"Well, I got one don't I? Probably the most valuable thing I own… by a wide margin. I'm just wondering what I could get with it."

The demon relaxes marginally.

"Hm. Just so you know, if you had offered anyone's soul but your own, things would have gone somewhat badly for you. So many demon worshippers over the centuries thought they could skirt that sort of thing by offering up the blood, lives, and souls of others for power. It doesn't work like that, obviously. At least, not for a self-respecting demon such as myself. Only the absolute scum of the trash heap would accept those sorts of sacrifices."

Jazz nods along with wide eyes, learning a lot more about how demons and hell worked than she'd been expecting to today. But then, she hadn't expected any of this today. Pursing her pillowy lips together, the stacked Latina shifts a bit in her chair.

"… What would you even want for your soul, exactly? What are you expecting here?"

Grinning, Jazz shrugs.

"Eh, power would be nice? But honestly… I'd really just like to get the fuck out of here, you know?"

The demon blinks.

"Out of… 'here'?"

Jazz nods before gesturing around them.

"Yeah. My old life. This city. Earth in general. Oh! Do you know about D&D?"

He knew about movies, so maybe…

"I… yes. I am passingly familiar with that game."

"So then you know what a warlock is, right? Make me a warlock!"

Finally, having been listening to this conversation the entire time, the white chick can't contain herself anymore.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU'RE-MMPH!"

But with a flick of his wrist, the demon binds the bitch to her chair and gags her for good measure, shutting her up with magical rope that appears out of nowhere. Then, he leans towards Jazz, peering down at her curiously.

"Go on…"

Jazz just shrugs. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

"W-Well… basically, I sell you my soul and you give me some powers, and I become an extension of your Will or something. Honestly, I'd be okay with staying on Earth and doing what you wanted me to do here, so long as it meant a change in locale. But I'd also be perfectly okay with going back to Hell with you and being your sex slave or something for the rest of eternity."

That last part sort of just spills out and while she's embarrassed the moment she realizes what she said, Jazz doesn't bother trying to take it back. Especially since that part, more than anything else in her offer, seems to interest the demon the most.

Capitalizing on that, Jazz leans forward and cups her massive tits, giving the demon a coy grin and licking her lips as she does so.

"You could have all of me whenever you wanted. In whatever position you wanted~"

His eyes linger on her tits for a moment before he slowly shakes his head.

"… You would rather be my eternal sex slave than live free here on Earth? Why? You do know that most of the religions are wrong about what constitutes as sin right? So long as you don't intentionally do irreparable harm to another human being through something like murder or rape or a few other things, you're pretty much guaranteed to go to Heaven after you die."

Jazz… had not known that. She blinks as she processes that fact for a moment. Her brow furrows in consternation.

"What's the catch?"

"The catch?"

Nodding, she shrugs.

"There's always a catch, right? I bet it's that Heaven is super boring. That has to be it, right? Heaven must be super duper boring and you have to live there for all eternity or something."

The demon's mouth opens… and then closes.

"I… I wouldn't know. I've never been."

And yet he'd had ample opportunity to consume Earth Media and had likely been alive for a long, long time. That… that appealed to Jazz. As did climbing this hunky red skinned demon like a damn tree!

"And neither will I. Life on Earth is shit. So take me daddy! Claim my soul and make me your bitch! You can do whatever you want with me~"

The demon chokes on his own spit as Jazz feels something… inexplicable forming between them. Words apparently have power in a situation like this, because she realizes… she's pretty much given him permission at this point. All he has to do is reach out… and take her.

The demon hesitates… which is around the point that the door to the apartment suddenly busts open and a mild mannered, glasses wearing college nerd comes rushing in with wide eyes.

"ANGELICA!"

Of course the white bitch's name is 'Angelica'. Jesus fucking Christ.

Before Jazz even has a chance to react though, the demon suddenly reaches out… and scoops her up.

"You're too late, Hero. Luckily for you, I'm feeling merciful. I'll leave you with your loved one intact THIS time around… and take this pretty thing for myself instead. Next time, your precious 'Angelica' will become my plaything too… muwahahaha!"

"What?! No, let that innocent woman go you-!"

But the Destined Hero dude is too late. The floor under their feet had already begun to glow with the demon… her new Master, Jazz realizes, had been speaking. By the time the Destined Hero gets his turn, they're already sinking through the portal that her Master has created at far too fast a speed to be stopped.

The last things Jazz sees of Earth are the horrified faces of the Destined Hero and his white chick girlfriend before she and her new demonic master have left that plane of existence behind entirely.

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"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

"Fuuuck you're eager…"

Of course she is! Jazz has to put her new body through its paces, after all. Although, to an outside observer, the thicc Latina probably doesn't look all that different. Rather, she looks pretty much exactly the same as she did before.

But looks can be deceiving, can't they? Her new Master might have claimed her soul, but in the end Jasmine DID get a little something back as payment. She got power just like she wanted, and that power had changed her body in a number of subtle ways. Under the hood, so to speak, she was stronger, faster, and tougher than she'd ever been before. She could have plowed her way through dozens of humans without breaking a sweat now.

And why did she have all this power? Why was she so much stronger than before? Well, Jazz figured she knew the answer to that question. Put succinctly… she had to be tough enough to be able to handle her Master and his big fat cock~

They're currently in her Master's quarters, which are actually fairly spacious. Her Master is a pretty well off demon, not one of those low level grunts or anything like that. As he'd explained it to her, he's basically middle management. He isn't a Demon Lord or anything, but he does get called up to handle things like what she caught him doing back on Earth because he was, most important of all… reliable.

Jazz liked the sound of that. And she knew she'd made the right choice, given how big and fat his demon dick was. Kneeling between his legs as he sits on the edge of a rather large bed clearly made for his frame, Jazz wraps her tits around her Master's massive red cock and then wraps her pillowy lips around his throbbing cockhead.

She's been diving up and down, face fucking and tit fucking herself on the demon's huge throbbing mast for a while now. Gagging and choking, she finds she doesn't really care at how she's ravaging her own throat with his huge inhuman prick. She heals as fast as she gets hurt now, and the pain… the pain feels good~

"Ah… here it comes, pet!"

A big, clawed hand comes down atop Jazz's head and her eyes widen as she's forced all the way down her Master's prick. She does her best to swallow it as much as she can, even as she gurgles helplessly and her eyes threaten to roll back in her skull.

Then, a moment later, he starts to cum. Demonic cum is nothing like human cum, Jazz quickly finds out. For one, it's a lot more… spicy, burning her insides like nothing else. For another, it's also a lot more tasty as well, leaving her to moan happily as her pussy clenches around nothing at all.

If not for her empowerment, then Jazz would probably be a smoking husk at this point. Or maybe her Master would have held back or something. She didn't really know what COULD have been, all she knew was what WAS. And what was, was her swallowing every last drop of his seed and enjoying the way it sizzled at her insides, rapidly healing her.

"Mm… delicious, Master~"

Staring down at her, the demon huffs after a moment.

"You're a bit of a masochist, aren't you?"

Wiggling on her knees, Jazz just grins guilelessly up at him.

"I'm whatever my Master wants me to be~"

Huffing in amusement, he reaches down and picks her up with both of his massive, clawed hands. Jazz gasps as he shuffles them both back onto the bed a bit, and then finally deposits her onto his cock. The massive tip of his dick presses against her pussy lips down below as the thicc, caked up Latina beauty moans happily.

She shudders as she slowly but surely sinks down onto his member, inch after inch of the biggest, fattest dick she's ever taken disappearing into her pussy. Jazz had never really considered herself much of a slut or anything. She liked sex though, and she liked the release that sex provided after a long week of making ends meet and struggling to get by. So yeah, she liked to fuck… but this was different. This… was BETTER.

Squealing, Jazz begins to bounce up and down on her Master's dick with reckless abandon. He growls in response, his claws sliding along her itty bitty waist before finally landing upon her wide hips and incredibly fat bottom. His digits dig into her huge ass on both cheeks and if it wasn't for Jazz's newfound durability, he probably would have punctured the skin easily.

As it is, it just feels like he's fondling her more than anything, and Jazz loves it. She loves having him maul her ass while she bounces up and down on his cock, riding him doggystyle.

"Yes Master! Yes my big hunky demon daddy! Give me your dick! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Groaning in response, the demon just chuckles.

"Fuuuck you're insatiable…"

Damn straight she was! And she wasn't going to stop until she'd made it quite clear that he'd made the right call by taking her back with him in the first place. No more paying rent, no more delivering pizzas, no more dealing with all the day to day shit of being a minimum wage worker on Earth.

She was already a 'wage slave' according to the internet… so why not become a sex slave instead? She'd barely made enough money to be considered above the poverty line back on Earth, so why not just live as a demon's pet instead?

And sure, maybe he would get bored of her eventually. But Jazz didn't intend to let that happen any time soon~

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Clapping her booty as she slams down on his cock over and over again, Jazz doesn't let up for even a second. She fucks herself on her Master's member for as long and as hard as she can, something he seems to enjoy immensely. Though… perhaps not quite as much as her. His cock throbs and pulses inside of her, but Jazz… Jazz is the one who can't stop cumming after a certain point.

Squealing and shrieking and creaming herself at the top of her lungs, Jazz cums all over her demonic master's dick over and over again. Her eyes eventually roll back in her skull and her tongue lolls out of her mouth wildly as she loses herself in the pleasure of not one, not two, but dozens of explosive orgasms.

Keeping track of time becomes impossible at a certain point, but Jazz knows for a fact that they fuck longer than she's ever fucked any human men before now. A LOT longer. Hours? Days even? In the end… does it really matter? She's in hell now, after all. So really… time is pointless. There's nowhere else for her to be, except impaled on her demon daddy's big fat dick~

Finally though, at long last… he cums. He cums and he cums hard, having clearly been holding back for a long time only to let loose in one big showing. Jazz squeals as she's almost comically rocketed up into the air on a proper geyser of demon cum, the seed literally holding her aloft for a few seconds before she comes falling back down, somehow winding up immediately re-impaled on her Master's dick.

As the last few splatters of his jizz paint Jazz's insides, she shudders from the experience before finally collapsing forward onto his broad red chest, panting heavily all the while.

"Ah… ah… ah…"

Then, realizing that she's being lazy, she starts to try to push herself up.

"A-Ah, sorry Master, I can k-keep going…"

But the demon wraps an arm around her in response, pulling her back down to her chest.

"Nah, s'fine. Let's take a break and watch some human stuff for a while."

Blinking, Jazz can only stare as her Master pulls out a remote of sorts and points it at the far wall off to the side. With her cheek pressed into his chest, she watches him navigate some sort of demonic repository of every single piece of human media ever created, until finally he puts on Friends of all things.

As the familiar theme song begins playing, Jazz snuggles in close, deciding then and there that she loves her Master with every fiber of her being. And being his sex slave was going to be even more fun than she'd first thought~

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