Muscle Man 400 
Demang weighed 400 pounds. That was Pepsi and crisps. Yet he looked like 140 or a bit less. That was healthy living. Indeed a slight muscle man. How was it possible? Dark arts. And not the witch...
It was possible to do all things if you were in charge and had power. This went both ways for the witch and her enemy the Devil. Her nemesis always seemed to lose. He was doing a new plan. He would impregnate women and give them healthy offspring. These would grow up and work for him and further his cause of darkness. His tool being an Army Of Darkness by using his muscle tool and basic biology.
Juniper's Daughter faced Demang again but now physically different. No longer weighing four hundred pounds he was a trim one forty with an athletic body. Most women were turned off by a large fat man. They were not by a slim muscle guy.
He picked up his ladies in varied places. From the gym to a bar to atop a mountain. He always referred to them as his ladies. He treated them with dignitary and respect. Then they never refused him. He could've used his dark magic but he liked it all natural. That is by biology. His trim body and charm brought him results. It worked and was his gift. This version of Demang had many ladies over a decade. Satan's army would grow in the future. Each kid had its life planned out before birth. All for darkness and dark deeds. His time on Earth well spent to take over the planet and fill Hell with more souls/victims. There were so many to choose from!
Demang had many forms. There was the alpha male who said he wasn’t who worked in a Italian call centre. His skills were selling business and leadership. Plus being a chick boy with a host over lovers well into double digits; all were pregnant or had kids off him.
There was the Asian businessman who lived in both the Middle East and Far East. He had nine kids with seven women. Business was many things as was negotiating. More kids were planned off lovers half his age. This version of Demang was like a very refined fine wine.
There was the historical Soviet communist. He was a dinosaur and loathed capitalists. He regularly made love to women half his age, policeman’s wives, Red Chinese communist field operatives and others. He had bred a few too with more to go.
There was the German married pervert. His wife loved him and did most things in bed except three or foursomes. What she didn’t do he did with other gals. He hated getting caught and was soon to find number four. The wife was pregnant. Others would follow.
There was the Jordanian muscle man who you’ve already met who used his muscle body to pump away all night and all day. He had a fast body fast mind could handle himself. Like the rest he would breed successfully many times.
All impregnated gals to raise an army of darkness. Maybe the witch should be pregnant by the real Demang the 400 pound version? How would she take it? Badly of course. It was bad enough facing a military general genius who worked for Satan and who was addicted to Pepsi. What could be worse? It always went back to that. What was worse?
How would the witch combat this? Her charm and seduction skills for she knew what would happen.
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Demang was getting it on. The witch was actually being fucked by the Devil! She was testing him out or this manifestation of Demang. If it was the 400 pound version she would be squashed flat. Yet the fat fucker had a certain beauty that words or emotions couldn’t describe. The 140 model was sublime and fucked all night long. He simply ideal in all ways. She protected herself by her magic and psychic spells. Nothing could harm her not even Satan’s big cock inside the witch. Juniper’s Daughter was an honest person especially with herself. Sometimes she needed a right good hard fuck with all the bells and whistles on. Her moans and shouts filled the small cheap hotel room.
Demang grunted and thrust away his toned muscles working like a machine. It was an enjoyable time if a bit surreal. The Master of Darkness bonking the Mistress of Light. These things happened it was part of life and of all things. Would the Universe collapse and galaxies collide? No. it was just sex! Her mother Juniper would complain but hadn’t she done similar things? What if the Devil compared the two? The witch hadn’t thought of that! She shut away the thought before it escaped. As her memory of when she sucked a man up her pussy and killed him. She was a witch and was beyond physics.
Demang fucked her press up style keeping his arms extended then going down on his palms and bending his elbows. His cock was up the gal and his muscles did the work, cock and upper body. The gal enjoyed it. The gal was the witch. He was a human robot. What did that make her? The bed creaked under his supposed 400 now 140 weight. Such a muscle man such a good lover. Would the witch fuck him if he was his usual 400 pound jelly bulk? An age old question. Demang knew she’d been fucked by other big fat guys before one even 500 pounds. She was a witch and immortal! Yes her mortal body could easily be killed but she was just as easily reborn. She was a Goddess.
Back to the bonking and the muscle man did his piece making Juniper’s Daughter moan like she was in pain. She whimpered in the most sublime pleasures a human could get. Well except for Demang doing his psychopath role slicing up people for Satan! He wanted to slice and dice the witch up after sexually abusing and hurting her. For that he needed the Devil’s permission. That was after he’d completed this mission, he would ask. He could kill her but Satan was touchy for his operatives stepping on his toes. All things needed his permission. His finger was in every pie. In a way it was Satan shagging the witch right now. Not with his real cock though as it was really over three feet long! This human version was big enough and not even black!
After sex or lovemaking or whatever it was the witch clicked her fingers and Demang disappeared. She’d sent him to Antarctica while he was naked! Such was her spell work skills and sarcasm!
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