Satan chronicles

Mason or Satan?

Warning: probably adding smut watch out.

Satan's Part:
This is my home. It consists of the guest bedroom, family room, attic, kitchen, my room, my grandmas room, bathroom, 4 closets, and the basement. If you have any questions or need anything just call, my number is, 666-666-6969. My Grandma's also making baby brisket tonight, my favorite! You can just unpack your things in the guest bedroom right next to mine with that skull on it.

Dakota: ummmmm, thank you I'll go unpack now.

Dakotas part:
So how do I get out of here? Why am I here? Why is he being so nice? What is baby brisket? And why is everything made out of human parts? Like I almost barfed at first site of that scalp carpet and tongue couch *shivers*. Well I might as well start unpacking...

Satans part:
He really is a cutie it's going to be hard not keeping my hands off of him. Great a boner already, JUST what I needed now! I'll go take care of this in the restroom...

Dakota: what is that sound, coming from the restroom?

Dakota then walked to the restroom to find Satan himself, on the toilet fapping off, moaning over and over again.

Dakota: Sure, the thought of Satan touching himself is disgusting but man he does have a nice body. How his hands repeatedly go over the same motions, up and down so fast. It's almost mesmerizing seeing Satan like this, so skilled at the movements.

Satan: *finishes and pulls up pants* that was amazing I just wish I could do the same to Dakota.

Dakota: *whispers* so do I Satan, so do I.

Satan: Who's there!?

Dakota: Fuck, Fuck, run, not being caught, I am NOT going to be caught!

Satan: Is that you grandma!?

Dakota: *runs back into room* omg, omg, omg, what do I do that was so arousing. D-do I like the... Devil? And, what about Mason?