Sexual Healing

“You know,” Sam started, “I really hate hunting at the place I plan to sleep. It just makes the whole night weird.”
“Stop bitchin’ Sammy. Please. We know where the damn demon is. Let’s just knock on the door, pretend we’re just friendly motel associates and blow her brains out. Okay? After we do that you can, sleep, bitch, whatever you want Sammy ”
Dean walked ahead of Sam with a small bottle of holy water and a handheld pistol in his back waistband. The demon they found wasn’t the one they were searching for, they were on their way to Jackson, Florida to kill a Wendingo when they got wind of a killing spree going on in Baton Rogue. The killings were happening around this motel, off the highway, called ComfroNights. Dean and Sammy decided to stay there and hoped that the demon would reveal itself soon; however it was another two days until the demon showed itself. When Dean had went to the lobby to get some ice he noticed this beautiful blonde woman talking to this insanely short and nerd looking white guy. At first Dean thought ‘Hooker’ until she walked in front of a mirror and her true features shimmered under her human, blonde-bombshell disguise. She was obviously some form of sex demon, but not the general succubus. Once Dean saw the demon enter a room on the second floor of the three-story motel, he quickly fetched his little brother from the shower. Dean rushed in the room so quickly and alerted Sam that sam didn’t have time to fully get dressed. Why Dean had on his normal clothes: boots, jeans, dark t-shirt and a flannel button up shirt hanging open, Sammy was sporting boots with no socks, pants with no underwear and no shirt; just an open jacket. Sam was so unprepared that he didn’t even have a weapon, just another small bottle of holy water.
“Look, just let me go back and finish getting dressed. It’ll take two seconds and then we can kill this thing.” Sam pleaded.
“Are you insane? I saw the skank take someone to her room. He’s probably on his deathbed now. We have to save him or at least put her down now. And what’s the big deal? We go in, you distract her and I’ll kill the bitch.”
“Umm maybe because I don’t have any weapons.” Sam rationalized.
“Sammy, she’s a succubus.” Dean stated at Sam’s blank expression. “You have a weapon.”
Sam looked at Dean in confusion. Dean trailed his eyes down Sam’s broad chest, over his toned abs, down to his slight bulge on his left thigh.
Sam followed his gaze, “Oh, right.”
“See, you have a weapon...Not as big as mine but whatever.” Dean joked.
“Whatever. So once again I’ll play victim and you come in to play hero. Fine, let’s just do this.”
Sam and Dean continued to slowly walk down the motel’s paved sidewalk Dean quickly jumped on the other side of doorframe #209 and raised his hand to signal Sam to stop and prepare himself. They both had their small bottles of holy water, which would do nothing but sting the demon, enough time for Sam to distract and then for Dean to shoot to kill. Dean braced back and kicked the door open and rushed in with Sam at his heels.
“Hey bitch!” Dean yelled and threw the whole bottle at the demon at speeds of a baseball player and it cracked and burst over her back.
“Agghhh!” The steam rose from her exotic tanned skin as she yelled in pain and annoyance.
She turned around and snarled through her partly pointed teeth, “Hunters....”
“You’re damn right.” Dean raised his gun and aimed it at her skull from the doorway; however, he wasn’t prepared for her speed. She ran across the room quicker than Dean or Sam could form a thought and hit Dean across the jaw sending him into the wall with a wood crunch sound following. Sam quickly glanced at his brother to determine if he was still alive and then he looked at the naked form of the demon standing before him. Neither of them were attacking each other as Sam admired her beautiful skin, toned body and luscious breast. He found himself oddly aroused but not enough that he didn’t notice the dead fat man with a straining erection and opened-dead eyes on the bed. This was a demon. He was a demon slayer, enough said. He raised the bottle quickly and prepared to throw. The demoness grabbed his wrist in mid-air and squeezed tight enough that it fell from his hand.
“Not so fast, beautiful. Look into my eyes.” Sam tried to deny her but couldn’t. There was nothing he could do, everything was happening so fast. Dean was only partly conscious and was struggling to get up and Sam couldn’t deny the demon’s sweet breath, beautiful body and green soul-piercing eyes.
“Okay.” Sam said in a zombie-like tone.
“I mine as well finish up with you, sweety.” The demon said as she rose on her toes to reach Sam’s lips and began to kiss him.
She was moaning into his mouth and their tongues were dueling for dominance. She ran her hand down his tight muscled chest, past his abs and on to the slightly larger bulge loosely hanging on his right leg. She rub it very gentle at first, very subtle and soft. For a moment Sam thought he was back at Stanford with Jessica on a Friday night. Then Sam was rushed back to reality as she changed her subtle grab into a vice grip around his dick. Sam tried to push her away but the strength in her hold was astounding. And through all of this his mind began to go from a panic, back to an unquenchable lust. The pain had now subsided to an erotic massage and it felt like her sweet breath was traveling through his body and helping further push blood to his groin.
The demon released herself from the kiss, “Baby. Will you throw his fat-ass off the bed so I can fuck your brains out? Also, knock out your brother too and I’ll take care of him the same way I’ll take care of you. Please? And thank you!”
The demon went over to the door and closed it, turned around and watch Sam do her bidding. She looked at her true form in the mirror and smoothly rubbed her demonic breast. In the mirror she was an ash-color skinned demon, with small horns over her brow and sharp spikes on her back. She had human anatomy, such as breast and a vagina but there were subtle differences. Her vagina was not the home of her womb but her heart, it was her source of power. She was nothing but a slut in hell dimensions, the consort to many powerful demons. But here, here on the Earth realm she was a sex goddess and she wanted to keep it that way. No way were these hunters going to send her packing to the nearest hell!
Sam walked over to the bed and grabbed the left side of the mattress and flipped over the smelling, fat man onto the floor. He turned around and walked over to Dean who had finally got on his feet, Sam swung, Dean ducked. Sam kicked out, Dean blocked it. Dean countered with his own kick to Sam’s solar plexus and it connected. The rush of Sam’s breath leaving his body was enough time for Dean to turn around quickly to press the gun flush to the demon’s head and shoot without hesitation.
“Nooooooo! What the hell are you doing Dean?” Sam yelled from his knees on the floor.
“It’s over Sam. The demon’s dead. What the hell is your prob......” Dean froze in the middle of his statement as he turned to see Sam with his pants down and him trying to crawl over to the dead demon. Sam was rock hard still and he needed to release himself into the demon, he knew that was the only way to cure himself of this sexual hunger.
“Sammy, what the fuck are you doing?” Dean grabbed Sam from beneath his arms and picked him up. Sam cock bobbed with the motion of his body and throbbed to a pulsing red as Sam struggled to get to the demoness.
“Let me go. I have to, please. Just. Let me go.” Sam struggled to force out his plea while Dean remained to hold him in place.
“Sam no! Snap out of it.” Dean slapped Sam hard in the face from behind him.
Sam slowly began to realize the course of events as the slap boggled some sense into him.
“Oh my God, Dean. She did something to me. I’m hard Dean, it won’t go down. Dean it won’t go down!”
“Okay Sammy, I think I can tell that by the nine-inch piece of skin protruding from your pubes dude. She was obviously some type of sex demon. Put your clothes back on and we can rush back to the room to research how to fix you.”
“I don’t think I’ll make it. I feel like my nuts are going to burst.”
“Just put on your damn clothes!”
Sam tried to comply with Dean’s demands. He pulled up his pants from around his thighs and tried to slide his dick into his pants so he could close them. He knew that with his girth and size it would be some difficulty but it’ll fit. But as soon has his hands made contact with his cock he began to slowly spew cum in mind-numbing orgasms.
Dean, whose back was turned heading towards the door, quickly turned around at his brother’s screams to see him shooting his essence over the carpet floor.
“Oh fuck. Dean, help.”
“What the fuck are you doing Sam. I know I’ve been working on my glutes but do I look that good?”
“NOW”S NOT THE TIME DEAN. AGGHHH!” Sam yelled out through his orgasm.
“Okay, sorry. Are you done?” Dean asked as he looked down at his brother’s engorged member drip slowly with cum.
“Yeah, it’s passing. But I’m still hard. Why am I still hard?”
“I don’t know, but the quicker we get back to the room the quicker we can cure you. Let’s move!” Dean rushed to the door and opened it.
Once the door was open, Sam realized his situation. He was standing in his clothes, jeans buttoned up with the zipper down and his nine-inch cock pointing out of his body like an antenna.
“Dean, I can’t go out there like this. I need it back in my pants. Running to our room with a hard on will bring us a lot of unwanted attention don’t you think?”
“Yeah and so will standing in a room with two dead people Sammy. You know what, fine.”
Dean ran over to Sam and dropped to his knees. Sam looked down ready to protest, but before he could, Dean grabbed Sam’s cock and started to squeeze it in his pants.
“Dean no, I’m gonna......” Before Sam could finish he began to shoot semen from his cock. It shot out onto the carpet, Dean’s jacket, Dean’s hands and his mouth.
“Ah, shit!” Dean said as his tongue quickly darted out and licked the small shot of cum on his lip, an action not missed by Sam.
“Now let’s go Sammy!” Dean demanded as he finished his sentence by zipping up Sam’s pants and walking past him out the door.
Sam followed, still confused and slightly more aroused by Dean’s actions. “Wait, Dean did you just...”
“Shut up and move!”
Dean and Sam rushed into their rooms and Sam wasted no time removing his clothes. He was throwing all of his clothes off and heading towards the bathroom.
“Sammy what are you doing?”
“About to brush my teeth! What the hell do you think I’m doing, I got to jack off and try to get the bitches spell off. Find answers now,” Sam yelled through the bathroom door, “because at this rate I’m gonna be dehydrated in the....Agghhhh! Aghhhhh! In the morning. Hurry!”
Dean stood in the middle of the motel room, looking for Sam’s computer to speed up the research. From her sex magic she must be a rare breed of succubus. Dean has heard wild stories of hunters being ‘fucked to death’ or drained of all their semen in one night. Dean oddly thought it was hot. Some crazy demon bitch wanting for him to shove his cock down her throat just so she can swallow his seed. Sign me up, he used to think. But seeing his brother under her thrall and insanely horny it looked almost painful. Dean’s thought was finished by Sam exiting out of the bathroom with his nude body shimmering with sweat and cum on his abs. Sam staggered over to his bed, still spilling seed as he walked and plopped down on his back onto the bed. His cock was still in his hand and he was slowly jerking it as the orgasms ripped through his body and cum shot into the air.
“Dean, you have to hurry. It, agghhhh, it feels like I might pass out. It feels so good it’s starting to hurt.”
“Okay, well Sammy,” as Dean sat at the desk with Sam’s computer to avoid the cum flinging and start his research, “ I need some info. Like what did she feel like, or any characteristics.”
“Her, aggghhhh, breath.....Oh my God. It smelled like candy. Agghhh. Ummm, she had super strength and.....Agghhhhh! Oh my God!” Sam couldn’t finish his sentence without spewing more cum.
“Okay that narrows it down to about ten demons on the list. Anything else there big boy?” Dean said. Dean couldn’t help but lust after the quivering form on the bed. Dean was no stranger to sex, be it man or woman. Dean just admired the human form, and his brother had a beautiful body and every time he came his abs would flex and Sam would shut his eyes tight and yell out. He oddly found himself getting hard at the sight.
‘No, not now. But maybe Sam would be interested afterwards. From what I heard, Sam was a stranger to BEING fucked. But I have to focus on finding this demon.’ Dean thought.
“Wait, Sammy. I know it’s hard to think but just try to remember. Was the fat guy still hard afterwards?”
“YES!”
“Okay, then. Wait was that a ‘yes’ yes or a ‘I’m cumming’ yes?”
“A YES YES, you asshole!” Sam said as he flopped over on his stomach and began to rub his cock against the bedspread for friction.
“Okay then Sammy. I think it’s, agh, jeez Sam could you stick to the original rub and tug, the sound of you cum-fucking the covers is disgusting!”
“Just tell me how to fix this, idiot!”
“Well there’s a whole ritual to break her spell. But the main thing is that a tide of your seed has to be swallowed by one who truly loves you.”
“What?! I’m fucked. I don’t have a true love! And what the fuck is a tide?!”
“ A tide Sammy, is roughly about two cups. So allow me to say that you better be well stocked or you will dehydrate before morning.” Dean began to say as he walked over the bed and began to remove his shirt. Sam turned around to a shirtless Dean in confusion.
“What are you doing?”
Dean grabbed Sam’s legs and forced him to turn over. Sam laid flat on his back in his own semen with Dean’s stubbled face between his thighs angled over his moist cock.
“You didn’t listen well Sam. I didn’t say by your true love. I said by one who truly loves you!” Dean grabbed the base of Sam’s dick and lowered his mouth onto the head and began to suck and swallow at the same time. Dean could hardly keep his breath as Sam continued to shoot stream after stream of hot juice down his troat. Sam was at the top of the bed with his eyes rolling up inside his skull and he was shaking and trying to push Dean off so he could take a break from the sexual assault. But even through Sam’s protest, Dean persisted. He refused to let his brother get killed by a sex demon and in a darker side of Dean, he was enjoying this. Dean continued to suck, stroke and swallow, while he busied his other hand with groping his own ten-inch cock through his jeans. Dean tried to increase the sexual excitement by deepthroating Sammy and bobbing his head to a quicker rhythm than before. Soon a messy mixture of saliva and semen coated Sam’s member and the occurrence was followed by dean slurping it all into his mouth.
“Dean, oh my God. Please stop! I can’t take any more.”
“Sammy, you’re almost done. Just shoot one more bg one for me. Come one. Shoot for big bro!” Dean quickly deepthroated Sam as his words penetrated Sam’s mind down to his cock.
“Agghhhhhhh!”
Sam felt as if not only did he just release a large amount of cum, but that a piece of his soul was attached to it and that it would forever be a part of his sucker: Dean. Dean rested at the base of Sam’s cock, his face buried in sam’s pubic hair. Dean swallowed the last drops from his cock before slowly rising up from Sam and finishing him off with two slow strokes.
“Dean. Dean, you actually sucked me to save me. I’m cured. I’m done. I feel normal again. It’s over. Thank you man, and I know, I know. Never speak of this, ever again.”
Dean stayed in the middle of sam’s legs while he spoke.
“You’re right. Never speak of this again and you do owe me. And by the way,” Dean rose from the ground with his erect ten-inch cock in hand and his jeans wrapped around his knees, “it’s not completely over yet!”