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Adult +
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Sealing The Deal
TITLE: Sealing The Deal
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Supernatural
SHIP: Dean / Other
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS. The Crossroads Daemon won't give him any more time in the bargain to bring Sam back, but she does sweeten the deal, just a little.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The CW and people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
"One year, Dean. Take it or leave it." She told him with finality. His mind raced, trying to find some counter, some advantage he could exploit, but he kept coming up empty. She had him over a barrel, and she knew it. He had known it wouldn't be easy, and it would cost him, just not this much, but it was Sam. He took a deep breath. "Fine. One year and you bring Sam back. She gripped his chin and he tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron, showing the strength of the daemon that possessed the petite, raven-haired beauty's body. "You try to run; kill me; trap me; anything to break this contract and Sam ends up back the way he is now. Do you understand?" she told him and he nodded, finally wrenching free of her grip and she flashed him a predatory smile.
"Usually all we need to seal the deal is a kiss, but I've always been a little curious, Dean. So... here's what I propose, we seal the deal a little more thoroughly." She told him. "Just what do you mean, more thoroughly?" he queried suspiciously. The smile she flashed him made him even more nervous. "Simple, Dean. We have sex." She explained. "Oh come on? You have to be kidding me?" he exclaimed. "Would I do that? Think of it as a stipulation or perk. It's up to you. It's not as if this body is unattractive and it is quite limber, plus it even came with some extensive knowledge you might find enjoyable." She continued. "But, Sam?" he asked. "Sam will be brought back when we're done, if we get done. It might just remind you about what you will be giving up for your dear brother. You might even change your mind, Dean," she told him.
"Never!" he almost screamed at her. "Hmmmmm. You're all excited... I like it." She stated and he could see a faint red glow in her eyes. "Bitch!" he cursed. "Sticks and stones, Dean, sticks and stones. Oh, come now Dean. You know I'm screwing you on this deal and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. Why not screw me and at least get a little something for yourself out of it?" she elaborated. "What's in it for you?" Dean asked. He still quite couldn't believe he was having this conversation and that even worse, his dick had gone to half-mast in his jeans. She cocked her head to the side and then shook it slowly. "Humans, honestly. If it makes it any easier for you this is non-negotiable. The deal is one year and we fuck to seal it. Now lets see what we have to work with." She announced and before he could say anything more, sank to her knees in front of him. She reached forward and tugged at his belt, undoing it and then his jeans and finally pulling down his zipper. Words failed him and his hands hovered just over her shoulders as he stopped himself from pushing her away.
"Just go with it." She advised, looking up at him as she fished his dick out of the fly of his boxers. The touch of her smooth, warm, soft fingers on his cock brought it to full attention and she made an appreciative whistle, blowing her hot breath on his erection. "My, this is going to be fun." She said softly and she didn't think she was talking to him as she eyed his erection speculatively. "So, what? We just strip down and get freaky in the gravel?" he asked carefully controlling his breathing as she slowly ran her fist up and down his length. "I was thinking more the hood or back seat of your car, but we can go at it right here if you like, but I'll most definitely be the one on top." She replied. "But, first I want to know what this tastes like." She told him, squeezing the base of his cock. "You bite and all deals are off." He warned her and she laughed in a voice that was none to human.
His breath hissed from between his teeth and he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on her shoulders as her warm wet mouth engulfed his dick head and her sucking lips began to inch their way down his shaft. She swirled her tongue around him as she worked him deeper into her mouth and with out the slightest pause or hesitation drew him into the tight confines of her throat. His hips thrust forward, with out any conscious decision from him, his grip tightening on her shoulders as she buried her nose in his crotch. She swallowed and sucked hard at the same time, the muscles of her throat massaging him. Dean couldn't quite stifle the groan that escaped his lips as she drew her head up, dragging him out of her throat and sliding her tight vacuum-sealed lips up his length. He could see her eyes glowing red through the curtain of dark hair that hid her face, reminding him it was a daemon sucking his cock.
She started bobbing her head, taking him deep each time and holding him there so that her rippling throat caressed every inch of him. He moved his hands from her shoulders and wound his fingers into her hair, pulling it clear of her face and, gripping her head. He saw the red glow brighten when he deliberately thrust into her throat and felt her nails dig slightly into the backs of his thighs where she held onto him. He started to fuck her mouth and throat, bucking his hips and pulling her onto him by the expedient use of the firm grip on her head. The hot, wet pressure and tingling friction around his shaft sent surges of pleasure snaking up his spine and he could feel his balls grow heavy and tight.
The next time she dragged her lips up his cock, he shifted his grip to her shoulders and roughly yanked her up and off his cock. The chill air almost immediately cooled her saliva on his cock, sending a shiver down his spine as he took hold of her arm and almost dragged her towards the Impala. He knew her strength and knew the resistance she put up was, token at best. He didn't know if it was for his benefit of her amusement, and he didn't care. He tossed her up against the Impala, slamming her into it, causing her to bend over it. "Owwwww! She exclaimed laughing. "Well hello Dean. I didn't think you had it in you." She taunted him, turning slightly as she looked at him over her shoulder. "Yeah! Well pretty soon it's gonna be in you, Bitch." He retorted and roughly stopped her from turning to face him, bending her back over the hood of the Impala with a heavy hand between her shoulder blades. She resisted him, but at the same time also spread her legs as he yanked up her dress, exposing her rounded, black lace covered ass.
He was seething. His chest heaved, the material of his t-shirt suddenly rough and hot as it scraped across his skin. Anger boiled in him, making his muscles tense and quiver as everything came crashing down on him. His father's death; his brother's; the sacrifices they had made, the sacrifice he was about to make; the gross unfairness of it all and all because of the thing in front of him and her kind. She pressed back against his hand, trying to straighten and he shoved her down hard. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and with a hard yank tore them off her, the sound of the lace tearing mingling with his savage growl that rumbled in his throat. She shot him a look over her shoulder, eyes glowing red and he was unsurprised to see her grinning wickedly. This was what she wanted, and he would give it to her. Why would this part of the deal be any different, all evidence to the contrary, he was still the one getting screwed.
He pushed her dress further up, finding the soft skin where her waist and hip met and gripped it hard, his fingers biting into her flesh. He shifted forward, letting the head of his cock slide through her folds, finding them hot and slippery with moisture. The bitch was wet and open and he found her entrance with ease, seating himself in it. His right hand gripped her side and he shifted his right from between her shoulder blades and hooked it over her right shoulder. He wondered, just for a fleeting moment if the person the daemon possessed was still in there, and whether she would feel what he was about to do. "Damn you!" he screamed at her as he thrust forward and pulled her back at the same time, stabbing his cock into with violent force. He blazed into her tightness with unrelenting momentum, her flesh resisting him to no avail as he stretched and forced his way into her, hard, fast and uncaring. The bitch had the good grace to gasp when he ploughed into her and grunt when his pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks.
He ground into her, trying to get deeper, to impale the bitch to the very heart of her evil core, but didn't stay there for long. He pulled back and proceeded to fuck her as hard as he could with long, jarring full-length strokes. Her tight flesh gripped at his shaft, dragging along it with hot, delicious friction as he drove himself into her again and again. She let out little panted cries, but at the same time laughed wildly and rocking her hips back, enjoying his rough treatment. He let go of her shoulder and took a handful of her dark hair, pulling her head back with it. "Watch the nails, Bitch. Scratch my paint job and I'll fucking send you back to hell. He grated into her ear as he bent forward next to it. She fought his grip on her hair, to turn her head. "Then I guess, I'd see you in a year. Wouldn't I, Dean?" she countered and extending her tongue, ran it across his lips with a wry chuckle. He pulled his face away from hers, releasing her hair and re-establishing his grip on her shoulder before concentrating on pounding the shit out of her with his cock.
He was breathing heavily, sucking in air through his mouth and expelling it hard through flared nostrils. The wet slapping sound of his pelvis slamming into her ass filled the silent darkness around them. She was panting faster now and groaning instead of laughing. His cock and balls were tingling continuously, nerves sizzling with the friction of pounding into her molten grip. He could feel his climax building, his seed boiling in his ball as they bounced with the aftershock of his impact with her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? He asked through gritted teeth. "On so many, many levels, My Dear Dean." She admitted, grimacing slightly over her shoulder as he put extra effort into a particularly hard thrust. "Oh, that's so mean. Don't stop." She encouraged him. "Fuck!!! I hate you." He yelled at her as he felt his cock begin to twitch with the onset of his orgasm. She reached up and around and grabbed the back of his neck. He tried to pull back, but her grip was like steel and craning her neck, inexorably pulled his face closer to hers.
He was too far-gone, his hips now thrusting by instinct and not will, the small of his back tightening and his nuts drawing up in preparation of releasing their contents. He strained against her grip, but soon his face was less than an inch away from hers. Her eyes were pulsing red glow that bore into his with malevolent intensity. "Damn you." He repeated, this time soft and cold as he could feel her breath, hot on his lips. "You say the sweetest things, Lover." She told him huskily and he could hear it daemon voice mingled with the human one as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue delving into his mouth as his cock plumbed her depths one last time and erupted. Dean poured himself into her, crying out into her hungry, forceful kiss as his body tensed and his cock jerked, expanding and relaxing against the tight confines of her pussy, which clenched and rippled around him, milking his seed from him.
Electric surges of pleasurable energy whipped through his body and senses in unrelenting, intense waves, leaving him trembling and drained and breathless when they finally faded and she finally broke the kiss. She smiled at him. "And, done!" She exclaimed triumphantly and he yelp as an unseen force suddenly yanked him back and out of her, and to the ground. He grunted as he landed on his ass and then dropped onto his back. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in air, trying to still his racing heart. His t-shirt clung damply to his skin with sweat and he threw his forearm over his eyes, allowing its weight to add to the darkness behind his closed eyelids as he forced himself to come to terms with what he had just done to save Sam. He heard the crunch of gravel under feet and removed his arm and opened his eyes to find her standing over him, straightening her dress.
He tucked his now limp member back inside his boxers and zipped and retied his jeans, leaving his belt undone as she looked down at him. "Well... That was fun." She commented as with a weary groan he got to his feet. "Yeah, as much fun as you can have, without having any." He added as he dusted himself off. "Oh come now, Dean. Was it all that bad?" she asked, with an amused look on her face and he glared at her. Be grateful you aren't the owner of this body. She isn't going to know what, pardon the pun, the hell hit her when she wakes up. I doubt she'll be walking right for a week." She informed him. He felt his eyes widen in shock. "You mean?" he queried in disbelief and she nodded vigorously, a grin of pure malice on her face. "I'm here on official business, the bodies are just loaners." She told him and laughed wickedly at the shock he knew was written across his face.
"You goddamn fucking bitch!" he cursed as lunged at her, but came up short as he felt himself blocked by a solid wall of force. "Now, let's not do anything we're going to regret." She instructed him as he struggled, his hands just inches from wrapping around her throat." One year, Dean. Have a nice life. What's left of it. Goodbye." She told him and shimmered into smoke and was gone and with her the force that held him and he stumbled, nearly falling before he could find his balance. Looking around, he found himself at the exact centre of the crossroads and chuckled at the irony. All those choices, and he didn't actually have any. The deal, and his fate, was sealed.
THE END
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Supernatural
SHIP: Dean / Other
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS. The Crossroads Daemon won't give him any more time in the bargain to bring Sam back, but she does sweeten the deal, just a little.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The CW and people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
"One year, Dean. Take it or leave it." She told him with finality. His mind raced, trying to find some counter, some advantage he could exploit, but he kept coming up empty. She had him over a barrel, and she knew it. He had known it wouldn't be easy, and it would cost him, just not this much, but it was Sam. He took a deep breath. "Fine. One year and you bring Sam back. She gripped his chin and he tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron, showing the strength of the daemon that possessed the petite, raven-haired beauty's body. "You try to run; kill me; trap me; anything to break this contract and Sam ends up back the way he is now. Do you understand?" she told him and he nodded, finally wrenching free of her grip and she flashed him a predatory smile.
"Usually all we need to seal the deal is a kiss, but I've always been a little curious, Dean. So... here's what I propose, we seal the deal a little more thoroughly." She told him. "Just what do you mean, more thoroughly?" he queried suspiciously. The smile she flashed him made him even more nervous. "Simple, Dean. We have sex." She explained. "Oh come on? You have to be kidding me?" he exclaimed. "Would I do that? Think of it as a stipulation or perk. It's up to you. It's not as if this body is unattractive and it is quite limber, plus it even came with some extensive knowledge you might find enjoyable." She continued. "But, Sam?" he asked. "Sam will be brought back when we're done, if we get done. It might just remind you about what you will be giving up for your dear brother. You might even change your mind, Dean," she told him.
"Never!" he almost screamed at her. "Hmmmmm. You're all excited... I like it." She stated and he could see a faint red glow in her eyes. "Bitch!" he cursed. "Sticks and stones, Dean, sticks and stones. Oh, come now Dean. You know I'm screwing you on this deal and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. Why not screw me and at least get a little something for yourself out of it?" she elaborated. "What's in it for you?" Dean asked. He still quite couldn't believe he was having this conversation and that even worse, his dick had gone to half-mast in his jeans. She cocked her head to the side and then shook it slowly. "Humans, honestly. If it makes it any easier for you this is non-negotiable. The deal is one year and we fuck to seal it. Now lets see what we have to work with." She announced and before he could say anything more, sank to her knees in front of him. She reached forward and tugged at his belt, undoing it and then his jeans and finally pulling down his zipper. Words failed him and his hands hovered just over her shoulders as he stopped himself from pushing her away.
"Just go with it." She advised, looking up at him as she fished his dick out of the fly of his boxers. The touch of her smooth, warm, soft fingers on his cock brought it to full attention and she made an appreciative whistle, blowing her hot breath on his erection. "My, this is going to be fun." She said softly and she didn't think she was talking to him as she eyed his erection speculatively. "So, what? We just strip down and get freaky in the gravel?" he asked carefully controlling his breathing as she slowly ran her fist up and down his length. "I was thinking more the hood or back seat of your car, but we can go at it right here if you like, but I'll most definitely be the one on top." She replied. "But, first I want to know what this tastes like." She told him, squeezing the base of his cock. "You bite and all deals are off." He warned her and she laughed in a voice that was none to human.
His breath hissed from between his teeth and he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on her shoulders as her warm wet mouth engulfed his dick head and her sucking lips began to inch their way down his shaft. She swirled her tongue around him as she worked him deeper into her mouth and with out the slightest pause or hesitation drew him into the tight confines of her throat. His hips thrust forward, with out any conscious decision from him, his grip tightening on her shoulders as she buried her nose in his crotch. She swallowed and sucked hard at the same time, the muscles of her throat massaging him. Dean couldn't quite stifle the groan that escaped his lips as she drew her head up, dragging him out of her throat and sliding her tight vacuum-sealed lips up his length. He could see her eyes glowing red through the curtain of dark hair that hid her face, reminding him it was a daemon sucking his cock.
She started bobbing her head, taking him deep each time and holding him there so that her rippling throat caressed every inch of him. He moved his hands from her shoulders and wound his fingers into her hair, pulling it clear of her face and, gripping her head. He saw the red glow brighten when he deliberately thrust into her throat and felt her nails dig slightly into the backs of his thighs where she held onto him. He started to fuck her mouth and throat, bucking his hips and pulling her onto him by the expedient use of the firm grip on her head. The hot, wet pressure and tingling friction around his shaft sent surges of pleasure snaking up his spine and he could feel his balls grow heavy and tight.
The next time she dragged her lips up his cock, he shifted his grip to her shoulders and roughly yanked her up and off his cock. The chill air almost immediately cooled her saliva on his cock, sending a shiver down his spine as he took hold of her arm and almost dragged her towards the Impala. He knew her strength and knew the resistance she put up was, token at best. He didn't know if it was for his benefit of her amusement, and he didn't care. He tossed her up against the Impala, slamming her into it, causing her to bend over it. "Owwwww! She exclaimed laughing. "Well hello Dean. I didn't think you had it in you." She taunted him, turning slightly as she looked at him over her shoulder. "Yeah! Well pretty soon it's gonna be in you, Bitch." He retorted and roughly stopped her from turning to face him, bending her back over the hood of the Impala with a heavy hand between her shoulder blades. She resisted him, but at the same time also spread her legs as he yanked up her dress, exposing her rounded, black lace covered ass.
He was seething. His chest heaved, the material of his t-shirt suddenly rough and hot as it scraped across his skin. Anger boiled in him, making his muscles tense and quiver as everything came crashing down on him. His father's death; his brother's; the sacrifices they had made, the sacrifice he was about to make; the gross unfairness of it all and all because of the thing in front of him and her kind. She pressed back against his hand, trying to straighten and he shoved her down hard. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and with a hard yank tore them off her, the sound of the lace tearing mingling with his savage growl that rumbled in his throat. She shot him a look over her shoulder, eyes glowing red and he was unsurprised to see her grinning wickedly. This was what she wanted, and he would give it to her. Why would this part of the deal be any different, all evidence to the contrary, he was still the one getting screwed.
He pushed her dress further up, finding the soft skin where her waist and hip met and gripped it hard, his fingers biting into her flesh. He shifted forward, letting the head of his cock slide through her folds, finding them hot and slippery with moisture. The bitch was wet and open and he found her entrance with ease, seating himself in it. His right hand gripped her side and he shifted his right from between her shoulder blades and hooked it over her right shoulder. He wondered, just for a fleeting moment if the person the daemon possessed was still in there, and whether she would feel what he was about to do. "Damn you!" he screamed at her as he thrust forward and pulled her back at the same time, stabbing his cock into with violent force. He blazed into her tightness with unrelenting momentum, her flesh resisting him to no avail as he stretched and forced his way into her, hard, fast and uncaring. The bitch had the good grace to gasp when he ploughed into her and grunt when his pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks.
He ground into her, trying to get deeper, to impale the bitch to the very heart of her evil core, but didn't stay there for long. He pulled back and proceeded to fuck her as hard as he could with long, jarring full-length strokes. Her tight flesh gripped at his shaft, dragging along it with hot, delicious friction as he drove himself into her again and again. She let out little panted cries, but at the same time laughed wildly and rocking her hips back, enjoying his rough treatment. He let go of her shoulder and took a handful of her dark hair, pulling her head back with it. "Watch the nails, Bitch. Scratch my paint job and I'll fucking send you back to hell. He grated into her ear as he bent forward next to it. She fought his grip on her hair, to turn her head. "Then I guess, I'd see you in a year. Wouldn't I, Dean?" she countered and extending her tongue, ran it across his lips with a wry chuckle. He pulled his face away from hers, releasing her hair and re-establishing his grip on her shoulder before concentrating on pounding the shit out of her with his cock.
He was breathing heavily, sucking in air through his mouth and expelling it hard through flared nostrils. The wet slapping sound of his pelvis slamming into her ass filled the silent darkness around them. She was panting faster now and groaning instead of laughing. His cock and balls were tingling continuously, nerves sizzling with the friction of pounding into her molten grip. He could feel his climax building, his seed boiling in his ball as they bounced with the aftershock of his impact with her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? He asked through gritted teeth. "On so many, many levels, My Dear Dean." She admitted, grimacing slightly over her shoulder as he put extra effort into a particularly hard thrust. "Oh, that's so mean. Don't stop." She encouraged him. "Fuck!!! I hate you." He yelled at her as he felt his cock begin to twitch with the onset of his orgasm. She reached up and around and grabbed the back of his neck. He tried to pull back, but her grip was like steel and craning her neck, inexorably pulled his face closer to hers.
He was too far-gone, his hips now thrusting by instinct and not will, the small of his back tightening and his nuts drawing up in preparation of releasing their contents. He strained against her grip, but soon his face was less than an inch away from hers. Her eyes were pulsing red glow that bore into his with malevolent intensity. "Damn you." He repeated, this time soft and cold as he could feel her breath, hot on his lips. "You say the sweetest things, Lover." She told him huskily and he could hear it daemon voice mingled with the human one as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue delving into his mouth as his cock plumbed her depths one last time and erupted. Dean poured himself into her, crying out into her hungry, forceful kiss as his body tensed and his cock jerked, expanding and relaxing against the tight confines of her pussy, which clenched and rippled around him, milking his seed from him.
Electric surges of pleasurable energy whipped through his body and senses in unrelenting, intense waves, leaving him trembling and drained and breathless when they finally faded and she finally broke the kiss. She smiled at him. "And, done!" She exclaimed triumphantly and he yelp as an unseen force suddenly yanked him back and out of her, and to the ground. He grunted as he landed on his ass and then dropped onto his back. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in air, trying to still his racing heart. His t-shirt clung damply to his skin with sweat and he threw his forearm over his eyes, allowing its weight to add to the darkness behind his closed eyelids as he forced himself to come to terms with what he had just done to save Sam. He heard the crunch of gravel under feet and removed his arm and opened his eyes to find her standing over him, straightening her dress.
He tucked his now limp member back inside his boxers and zipped and retied his jeans, leaving his belt undone as she looked down at him. "Well... That was fun." She commented as with a weary groan he got to his feet. "Yeah, as much fun as you can have, without having any." He added as he dusted himself off. "Oh come now, Dean. Was it all that bad?" she asked, with an amused look on her face and he glared at her. Be grateful you aren't the owner of this body. She isn't going to know what, pardon the pun, the hell hit her when she wakes up. I doubt she'll be walking right for a week." She informed him. He felt his eyes widen in shock. "You mean?" he queried in disbelief and she nodded vigorously, a grin of pure malice on her face. "I'm here on official business, the bodies are just loaners." She told him and laughed wickedly at the shock he knew was written across his face.
"You goddamn fucking bitch!" he cursed as lunged at her, but came up short as he felt himself blocked by a solid wall of force. "Now, let's not do anything we're going to regret." She instructed him as he struggled, his hands just inches from wrapping around her throat." One year, Dean. Have a nice life. What's left of it. Goodbye." She told him and shimmered into smoke and was gone and with her the force that held him and he stumbled, nearly falling before he could find his balance. Looking around, he found himself at the exact centre of the crossroads and chuckled at the irony. All those choices, and he didn't actually have any. The deal, and his fate, was sealed.
THE END