Story - When you walk through the Mist

[charisstoma]

Title: Bridge of No Return - When you walk through the Mist
Author: charisstoma
Words: 725

Why did he let himself be manipulated into doing stupid things? This wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last, he hoped.

Carefully he placed his feet on the staggered wires woven into a bridge that was more air than substance. It wasn’t as if he could see how far he’d still need to go before he was on solid rock as the rest of the bridge was lost in a heavy foggy mist. He was already past being able to see where he’d started out onto the bridge, not that he’d strained to do that for more than a quick glance. This was one of the journeys you had to get to the end and then were able to turn around to try to make it back.

“You are such a fool, Dave. Really you are,” he told himself.

A voice from somewhere in front of him came back in reply, “You’re doing fine. One step at a time. You’ll make it.”

“How far do you think I have to go?” he called back.

“Does it matter? Not as if you can turn around mid-span. It’s a one way bridge. It’s magical like that.”

Dave laughed. “Yeah, kind of figured that out.”

“You did read the sign on the other side, right?”

“You mean the one that said, ‘You are entering the Demon ‘Verse’?”

“That’s the one.”

Dave laughed. “That’s one way to look at it. How close do you think I am to the end of this bridge now?”

“You’re getting close.”

“I’m probably going to hug and kiss you when I get to where you are, providing you’re on solid land.”

A rich snickering came back to him. “I look forward to that. Maybe a good fuck too.”

Dave laughed and kept on. There really wasn’t any choice. “I might want to stay rather than go back over this bridge.”

“Come to me, love. We have cookies and fucks. Everything to fill you up. You’ll never want to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave already and I’m not to the end of this fucking bridge.”

“Oh, we don’t fuck on the bridge. Not safe unless you’ve got wings or someone who has wings. Haven’t tried a flying fuck. Might for you though.”

“Please let it be soon,” Dave sent back.

“Yes Love, you’re getting close. Just a little bit more, I think, and then we’ll get to the fun stuffing.”

“Stuffing,” Dave laughed. Then with excitement, “I see light ahead. Two bright spots.”

“That would be me. Come to me love and I’ll take your mind off the long hazardous bridge you were just walking over to a whole other reality.”

“Almost there. Almost there,” Dave chanted to himself.”

“And then we’ll have a fucking great time and I will get you so fucking happy you won’t be able to close your legs for days….”

The lights got closer, almost he thought he could reach out and touch them. Dave giggled,“You are so going to fuck me up. Am I going to be able to sit down after this?”

Hands reached out and pulled him off the bridge. “You’re safe. And yes, you will be able to sit down, on my lap with my cock up your ass. We’re going to have a fucking good time.”

Dave looked into the luminescent eyes in the face inches from of him and swallowed. “What?”

A smile answered him. “Demon. You called me and I came and we’ll come, often, together. Welcome to the Demon ‘Verse, Sweet Cheeks.”

“I’m Dave,” Dave replied. “Not Sweet Cheeks.”

The Demon grinned. “For Now. Give it time.” He tilted his head, “I’d say sometime shortly after the nausea of morning sickness and you realize it’s drinking the seed of the demon that knocked you up that cures you. Definitely, not worse than going back over that bridge.”

Dave looked back over what he could see of the bridge. “Yeah.” He inhaled, “Be gentle. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Arms encircled him and carried him home.
It was a good thing Dave didn’t see that the demon who held him was not built for virgins but Hakiel mentally promised them both he’d be gentle with his prize… at least at first. After he broke him in, he was sure Dave would get on him just fine.