Adrian, growing up geeky and unpopular, had wanted nothing better than to get laid. Get laid a lot! But with little luck . . .
Enter Mephistopheles, a representative of Satan himself. Yes, a simple deal and you shall have it all: the looks, the size, the charm, and most of all: all the pussy you could ever want. The skills of the greatest lover in the world, the king of lovers. A magical gift of attracting any woman he desired. There was just one price: he was to never love a single one of them.
(Oh, and his soul also, but forget about that for now)
He could definitely accept that price! It wasn't love he was interested to begin with.
Pussy! Lots and lots and lots of pussy!
And so it went. A contract was made.
Years rolled on, promises were kept. Nearly every day he brought gorgeous women home to be fucked or went in their homes. Many at once. Wonderful sex, day in day out. Mistresses in every town, every country. Orgies, with just him and groups of beautiful women. More than any man could conceivably acquire, all with just a little bit of tempering by infernal forces. No, he needed love for nothing!
But nothing lasts forever. Nothing in this world.
All it took was a bullet from a gun of a jealous husband, and it all came to an end. So did his mortal coil.
That's when the almost unimportant part of the contract came up. He was surprised he even had a soul!
He didn't anymore. The Devil claimed his own.
So what became of him? He was given as a pet to the daughters of Satan and Lilith. Here they are playing with him. They are playing nice . . . this time. And they are very VERY playful.
Do you imagine that it's a nice eternity for him?
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Adrian, growing up geeky and unpopular, had wanted nothing better than to get laid. Get laid a lot! But with little luck . . .
Enter Mephistopheles, a representative of Satan himself. Yes, a simple deal and you shall have it all: the looks, the size, the charm, and most of all: all the pussy you could ever want. The skills of the greatest lover in the world, the king of lovers. A magical gift of attracting any woman he desired. There was just one price: he was to never love a single one of them.
(Oh, and his soul also, but forget about that for now)
He could definitely accept that price! It wasn't love he was interested to begin with.
Pussy! Lots and lots and lots of pussy!
And so it went. A contract was made.
Years rolled on, promises were kept. Nearly every day he brought gorgeous women home to be fucked or went in their homes. Many at once. Wonderful sex, day in day out. Mistresses in every town, every country. Orgies, with just him and groups of beautiful women. More than any man could conceivably acquire, all with just a little bit of tempering by infernal forces. No, he needed love for nothing!
But nothing lasts forever. Nothing in this world.
All it took was a bullet from a gun of a jealous husband, and it all came to an end. So did his mortal coil.
That's when the almost unimportant part of the contract came up. He was surprised he even had a soul!
He didn't anymore. The Devil claimed his own.
So what became of him? He was given as a pet to the daughters of Satan and Lilith. Here they are playing with him. They are playing nice . . . this time. And they are very VERY playful.
Do you imagine that it's a nice eternity for him?