They say you can summon a demon at any crossroads, with the right ingredients. But if you're lacking in those, rumors in the small town of Dry Creek have it that a demon stalks the corn fields at the edge of town, where Country Road 66 meets 6th Street.

I never believed the whispers, even stories from acquaintances who genuinely seemed shaken by things they'd seen in the fields had failed to fully convince me. But, well, when you're desperate, you're desperate. And I'm more desperate than I've ever been in my life when I pull up to the crossroads at the crack of dawn.

I step out of my car and wander up to the wall of corn, heart pounding. A chill runs down my spine, followed by embarrassment.

There's nothing to be afraid of,I chide myself. It's just a field.

Just a field. Just a field I'm wasting my time staring at, hoping for a best-case scenario that might involve selling my soul to a damn demon.

"If there really is a demon here," I mutter. "I...I guess I'd like to speak with you. Please."

Nothing but silence follows my request. I sigh, my shoulders sagging. I knew this was a stupid idea. A pointless waste of time. And now--

"You don't sound too sure of yourself, handsome."

I whirl around, and it takes me a moment to process the figure whose draped herself across the hood of my old sedan.

The most startling features, of course, are her red skin and the black horns curling out of her head. Black hair falls in waves past her shoulders. And a devil's tail swishes through the air behind her.

"You're...the demon of the crossroads?" I stammer as I continue to stare. The parts of her that aren't as otherworldly are coming into focus. Her curves, wide hips, thick thighs, and...well, the flannel shirt she has tied in front of her chest must be magic, because there's no other way it could be holding those massive breasts in place. The shirt doesn't cover much more than a skimpy bikini would. The short denim shorts she wears aren't hiding much, either.

She straightens up and slides off the vehicle's hood, making everything bounce in a way that sends a rush of arousal right to my cock.

"I am the crossroads demoness, yes." She presses a hand to the side of her face, showing off long black claws. "You've come to bargain?"

"Uh, yes." Right. I need to focus on why I'm here.

"What's your name, handsome, and what brings you to me?"

My jaw clenches at the flattery. At how it makes my body heat. There's a reason this demoness is strutting around with an inhumanly incredible body, and I can't imagine it's purely for my pleasure. "Name's David," I tell her. "And I need money. To pay a friend's medical bills. If he gets this treatment he'll probably live, but if not..."

"Easy enough request." The demoness strolls toward me, hips swaying seductively, tail swishing. Once she's halfway to me from the car, she pauses. "You willing to pay the price?"

I grimace. The truth is, I'm not entirely sure. My soul? I don't think giving that up is a good idea.

"What will it cost?" I ask, bracing myself for the worst.

The demoness smirks. "Do you have children?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Excellent." The demoness rests a hand on one of her hips, jutting it out. Her tiny denim shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped, I realize, drawing my eye and making me imagine what's waiting just below that waistline. "In that case, I will have your firstborn."

I process what she says, and my heart skips a beat. "I have to...let you have my firstborn child?"

"That's right." She moves forward again, and then she's standing just a foot from me, towering over me.

"You'll...take them to hell?" Would I be signing up my future child for eternal torture?

The demoness laughs. "Don't look so frightened," she purrs. "Firstborns are beloved in hell, and I'm a high-ranking duchess. Your child would be very happy and very powerful."

The rumors about demons insist they can't lie, either. Not while making a bargain. Still, the logistics of this clutter my mind. I'd have to tell any future girlfriends about this, warn them our first child wouldn't be ours. No. No woman would agree to that. Could I hire a surrogate and an egg donor instead?

Then I remember Keith, my best friend since we were toddlers, sick in the hospital. I can figure out logistics, surrogates, all that later. As long as this kid will truly be happy and unharmed...right?

Still, my concerns persist. "What if I never end up having kids?" I ask. "Do you take my soul or something instead?"

The demoness laughs. The sound seems condescending to me. Mocking. To my embarrassment, that thought turns me on further.

"I think you misunderstand what I mean when I ask for your firstborn," she says as I mentally battle the rush of blood between my legs, trying in vain to stop it. "I don't want some random human child."

She abruptly grabs my chin and yanks me forward, bringing my face inches from hers. The heat of her body washes over me, and I'm instantly rock-hard. Fuck.

"Half-demons possess special power down in hell," she purrs. "We're all clamoring for one of our own. You give me mine now, and you'll go home a very rich man."

"Give you...a half-demon child...now?" I'm not sure I fully understand what she's saying. Or able to believe it.

And then her hand plunges into my pants and grabs my cock.

"So," she says, fangs in her mouth flashing, a look in her gaze I can only describe as hunger. "Do we have a deal? Your seed for wealth?"

"Oh," I stammer as I somehow manage to harden further in her grasp. I squirm, and the friction of my skin on her hand makes me twitch. "The child will be..."

"Mine, created with a little bit of help from you." She gives me a slow, teasing stroke. "So what will it be, human? Is that a yes?"

As tantalizing as those massive breasts now shoved against me now are, that round ass, the idea of actually fucking a demon sounds...intimidating. But my entire length is intensely throbbing with need now, and hot desire courses through the rest of my body. I don't think I can bring myself to stop this. I groan with the demoness's next stroke.

"Y--yes," I stammer. "Deal."

In the blink of an eye, the demoness scoops me off my feet. Then I'm lying on the ground on my back, and her hips are slamming against mine as she climbs on top to straddle me.

"Oh, fuck," I moan as she unzips my jeans. My full length springs free, and I feel my hips try to jerk up towards her, only to be held firmly in place by her weight.

She leans forward, shoving those massive breasts toward my face. Beyond them, out of the corner of my eye, I watch her hips wiggle as she pulls down her skimpy denim shorts. She has nothing on underneath. Her weight has shifted enough now that when my hips try to buck upward with need again, they actually move. Still, my cock finds no relief.

The demoness chuckles and adjusts her arms, squeezing her breasts together. It's unbelievable that they don't fall right out of that shirt with the motion. As she laughs, I catch another glimpse of those sharp fangs.

Her head cocks to the side. "You want in so badly, don't you little man?"

A whine escapes my throat, but I can't manage any words. Sheepishly, I nod. I jerk my hips up again, but her pussy is still out of reach.

She laughs, and I feel something graze my thigh. Her tail. It traces circles on my skin for a few moments before inching up toward my cock. I gasp and moan as it slowly wraps around my erection, then squeezes gently.

The motion on my cock sends me careening toward release. I begin to panic a little--I'm not even inside her, and I'm supposed to be impregnating her. But despite me yelling, "Oh god, I'm getting close!", she continues working my full length. It becomes slicker every moment with precum.

Just as I think I'm about to finish, the demoness pulls back, shifting so that she's hovering over my legs instead of my upper body. Her tail continues to stroke me, slower now, but she brings her chest down to my cock as it does. The next thing I know, I'm watching my full length disappear between her two fat tits.

"Fuck my tits," she instructs.

I lose control completely. I thrust wildly, erratically, and the demoness moans in satisfaction. She lifts her hands and presses her breasts together with those clawed hands, squeezing my cock as it slides between them, over and over and over again. And then...

I explode. Cum gushes between her breasts, trickling down demonic red skin and dripping onto me as I collapse flat against the ground beneath her, breathing hard.

"Fuck," I gasp. "I didn't even get inside--"

The demon presses a hand over my mouth, silencing me. "Relax, human," she purrs. "We're not done." She moves forward, leaning over my chest again, and traces a finger down the side of my face. Something rushes through me. Demon magic?

Whatever it is, it goes straight to my cock, and the release I felt just a moment earlier is gone, replaced with renewed throbbing desire, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. My cock stiffens again, and I frantically jerk my hips upward, overwhelmed once again by need.

The demon grabs one of my hips and shoves it back down hard against the ground. "So desperate," she says with a laugh. "My favorite."

"Please," I beg, completely unable to stop myself, as embarrassed as I am at my own desperation. "Please, please fuck me, miss."

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, the demon lowers herself onto me, taking me into her pussy. First, my tip is swallowed by her tight warmth. I cry out, my voice a strained mix of pleasure and need for more. She continues down, inch by inch, until I'm completely inside her.

Then she begins to bounce up and down on me. I groan and scream with every motion. Her tits bounce with her, still threatening to jump out of that tightly tied shirt without actually following through. Teasing me. I catch glimpses of her nipples, though. And the sight of my own cum still splattered across those breasts as they jump up and town is intoxicating.

I scream out again as I approach another orgasm.

"That's right, little human." The demoness grabs my hips and squeezes hard. "Give me your load. Impregnate me!"

"Oh, fuck!" I scream as my release comes again. My load shoots into the demoness, and she tips her head back and groans in pleasure as it does.

A moment later, she lifts herself off my cock, letting cum gush out of her and onto me.

I spend a long moment just panting and gasping, trying to steady my breath and my racing heart. Then, I move my arms and try to push myself up off the ground.

The demoness grabs my shoulder and shoves it down. I gasp as my back hits the ground.

"Oh, we're not done yet, little human." She takes my chin in her hand and leans in close. "I'm going to take a few more loads from you. Make sure it really sticks."

I whimper. "O--okay."

"Good boy."