Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Demon’s Flight
Story Codes: Horror, Evil, Murder, FM, FF
Uploaded: Demon’s Flight Chapter one (FULL) (horror, evil, murder, F/M, FF)
Author’s Notes: This one involves an idea from TinyDancer, and I ran with it, eventually bringing in DemonDelight. It is horror, so if you don’t like horror, you are reading the wrong story.
Demon’s Flight
First is Nocticula. Second is Akuji (name means both Dead and Awake). Without further ado, here’s the short sample of big evil… Nocticula’s razor-sharp nails dug into the concrete, and her molten boots sizzled in the light rain. “I’m hungry. I want to get some Puerto Rican food!” she said grinning. Of course, she meant Puerto Rican men, not anything your average street-side café would be likely to serve.
“Damn, bitch! You just ate that investment banker, and you’re hungry again already!?!” Akuji asked, her red, leathery wings flapping, holding her aloft thirty stories over Fifth street. Nocticula and Akuji were Succubi, and both had been running amok in New York for weeks now.
Your average person’s mind couldn’t comprehend the two demons, so the people inside the building Nocticula was dangling from could look out the window all they wanted, they’d never see anything… unless the demons made eye-contact, and by then, any human nearby was likely to be lunch.
“A little side-dish, not even the main course,” Nocticula said, flashing her sharp white teeth in a menacing smile. “I want the entrée and dessert.”
“Fuck that, let’s go to Chinatown, I want some Peking Dick!” Akuji said, dangling her whip in the air. Akuji was hungry, too. She had escaped from hell first, and she was by all rights the leader, but she usually let Nocticula choose the food. It was hard to control any Demon, let alone one as strong as Nocticula. “Or we could get some organic food at Greenwich Village.”
Nocticula laughed. “Yeah, if we eat Chinese we’ll just be hungry again in an hour,” she said, diving off the building to fly toward Greenwich. Akuji followed.
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Akuji fluttered to the ground gracefully, and instantly picked out two hipsters- He was around twenty five, tall, thin, with a hat that was trying to be ironic, but actually looked a little sad. She was short, with long, straight blonde hair down to her tiny ass, which was barely hidden by a denim skirt.
Nocticula landed next to her. “I want the guy, he looks tasty. Stupid hat, though.”
“Bitch, get your own!” Akuji swung her long whip, cracking it right next to their heads. <CRACK!!!>
The couple turned, and Akuji wagged her finger, beckoning them to come to her. “Come on, that’s right, come over here where I can smell you better,” she said, grinning.
Nocticula quickly spotted a pair of hipster guys out looking for girls. Your search is over, boys… forever. Nocticula focused, using her x-ray vision: The first guy was taller, very well built, and cleanly shaved. His friend was not quite as well built, but he had a monster cock… and Nocticula knew a monster cock when she saw it. Nocticula smiled. “Boys? Yes, why don’t you come over here and keep me warm.” The men turned, and began to walk toward Nocticula with glazed eyes.
Akuji got her prey first, enveloping them in her wings, and running her hands all over their bodies as she began to drink their life essence in a sexy triple-kiss. The couple were completely entranced, and their eyes were dilated until the irises were no more, leaving only pupils and a blank, vaguely happy stare on their faces. Of course, their bodies knew what to do: both of the lovers began to finger Akuji and suck on her nipples, feeding the Demon their life essence as they pleasured her.
Nocticula began to tear the clothing from her prey right away, her razor-like nails making short work of the men’s fashionable clothing, as she exposed their tight, toned bodies. “God damn, that’s not bad at all, especially for a human,” she said, retracting her nails so she could stroke the giant cock while both men kissed at her and ran their hands all over her. “Let’s take them for a dive, yeah?” Nocticula asked, grinning.
Akuji laughed. “You’re fucking evil! I love it!” she said, grabbing her couple underneath their asses and flapping her wings, as they continued to worship their Demonic seductress with their mouths and hands. Akuji was no mere mortal: if she felt like it, she could fly with a city bus full of people, so carrying her prey was easy. Nocticula was perhaps even stronger, though she rarely had to rely on strength because her claws could cut through anything.
“Come on, boys, we can all join the mile-high club, okay?” Nocticula held the two men to her, their arms wrapped around her while their hard cocks presses up against her tight. She flew to join Akuji. Nocticula loved taking men for a dive.
xxxxx
The Demons flew higher and higher, past the East River, over the statue of liberty, until they were far over the dark Atlantic, higher than any bird could go, higher than the tallest skyscraper.
Akuji stopped first, hovering in the thin air. “Hold on, I have to get mine ready,” she called to Nocticula. Akuji held the man in a rape-choke, while his girlfriend held tight to her. She stopped mind-controlling him, and he desperately tried to pry free from her murderous grasp. “I don’t think that’s such a bright idea there,” she said, laughing at his terror. “I mean, where do you expect to go?” Akuji tore his shirt off of him, and let it flutter in the cold air, falling softly to the ocean far below. His girlfriend was massaging Akuji’s clit, and kissing her breast, her long, smooth legs wrapped around her. “She knows how to treat a lady. You don’t deserve her,” she said, tearing his pants off as he desperately gasped for air. His cock was not terribly big, but it was stiff and begging for attention. She stroked it gently, and she could sense the feargasm approaching. “I suppose you want to live?” she said, letting up on the choke just a bit.
“Yes,” he croaked, barely able to say that. He was desperately clinging to her arm with both hands, his legs pedaling in the open air pointlessly. She read his mind, getting his name.
“Then fuck me while I kill your girlfriend, Andrew,” Akuji said laughing sadistically. She put the man to her body, and he clung to her desperately, his penis stabbing her in the leg. “Hurry,” she said, rape-choking the woman in the same way. Akuji let the mind-control fade from the poor helpless girl. “Hi there. Your boyfriend, if you can call him that, is desperately trying to fuck me while I kill you- tell me, do you think that’s fair? Nice, handsome Andrew, in his stupid hipster hat, clinging to the Demon who is slowly choking his girlfriend to death,” Akuji taunted, tearing off her clothes as the girl flailed. Andrew managed to put just the slightest tip of his cock in the hellishly warm she-devil. “Oh, and now he’s fucking me. Talk about betrayal,” she said to the terrified girl, as Nocticula laughed. “I’ll make you a deal: whichever one of you can make me cum first, gets to live. The other had better be a fish in disguise.” Akuji put them both at her sides, and led their hands to her pussy.
“I’m so sorry, Nikki, I just-”
“Fuck you! You have a tiny dick, and you suck at eating pussy! Fucking dipshit loser asshole! I faked it every time!”
Akuji laughed, as the couple was desperately fingering her. “Oh Andrew! She’s got a little fire in her, that’s turning me on!” Akuji teased.
Nocticula laughed, in a standing 69 position with one of her prey. She took his cock inside her mouth, past her viciously sharp teeth, and down her throat. Any type of strong emotion from her prey fed her, but like any succubus, Nocticula preferred sexual energy. Akuji seemed to like fear, and Nocticula could understand why, but she had always been a real glutton for cum, and men were so easy, just a few seconds in her mouth or her pussy, and Nocticula could take all the sexual energy most humans had. The guy she had now, despite having just a normal cock, had a hell of a lot of sexual energy, and Nocticula was having a hell of a time with him, enjoying the taste of his energy, and eagerly anticipating the taste of his cum. And here I thought your friend would be more fun… she thought, as he came in her mouth. His oral skills were just so-so. Nocticula dropped him to the cold, unforgiving ocean far below.
“Fuck you too, you stupid whore! I fucked Amy, I fucked her ass and gave you both herpes, you stupid twat!”
“I was just fucking you to get to Ryan; either Ryan, or your dad!” Nikki shouted, her fingers rubbing Akuji’s clit at tremendous speed. “And I’m the one who stole your money! I stole it, and snorted coke off of your mother’s picture!”
Akuji began to cum. “Oooh, looks like she won,” she said, letting go of Andrew, laughing. Before he could fall, he kicked his girlfriend’s hip, causing her to fall until she was barely grabbing Akuji’s ankle. Andrew had managed to do the same, and they both dangled from her legs.
Nocticula laughed at their predicament, as she took the monster cock inside her. Nocticula could handle it, but she wondered how a normal human girl could take it.
“Nikki! Nicole, I’m sorry, I really am,” he said, crying.
“I bet you are,” Akuji said, ripping his head off his shoulders, stupid hat and all. His corpse fell through the air soundlessly, while his girlfriend screamed, getting her face covered in the blood falling from the severed head.
“Help! Help me!” Nikki shouted, dangling.
Akuji pulled the girl up with one hand, while the other held her boyfriend’s severed head by an ear. “Of course, my dear. Of course. After all, you won, and fair is fair, right?” Akuji asked, consoling the terrified girl, and stroking her long hair. “Only, I like multiple orgasms, so you had better get me going again fast, okay?”
Nocticula was riding the guy with the monster cock like a horse, beginning to cum as she flapped her wings to bounce on him, using her powerful, flexible legs to hold him to her, as her tail coiled around his ankle. If she wanted to, she could use the tail as a weapon, but Nocticula wanted to keep every drop of this human’s blood right where it belonged: filling up that giant cock.
Both Demons dove straight down, their prey desperately playing with them as they fell. Nicole was shaking in terror, and Akuji was being nourished by the psychic energy. “I’m pretty wet, Nicole,” Akuji shouted over the deafening sound of rushing wind. “I think you had better do a little more than rub my clit.” Nicole quickly put three fingers inside Akuji and fingered her as hard as she could, closing her eyes in terror.
The guy with the monster cock began to fill Nocticula with cum, and his sexual energy was amazing. He’d cum a little faster than his friend, but it was far more satisfying, and Nocticula briefly considered keeping him for a little while as she had had a heck of an orgasm…
Akuji and Nocticula pulled out of the nosedive at the last possible second, sending their cargo crashing into the Atlantic at literally breakneck speed. Akuji came again right as Nicole’s hand was ripped out of her by the massive pull of gravity. Nocticula’s prey left a trail of cum dribbling out of her, following his monster cock to the ocean below. The Demons glided at near supersonic speed straight toward the city again, their toes skimming the water below. “I fucking LOVE going for a dive!” Akuji said, laughing.
“What are you going to do with the sad hatter there?” Nocticula said, giggling. Eating always made her feel a little bubbly, especially when they were having so much fun.
Akuji stopped about a quarter mile from Great Kills Park, along the coastline. She spotted a bus taking people down Buffalo street. “Watch this,” she said, spinning a few times, then hurling the severed head through the air at unbelievable speed. It flew for a few seconds, the crashed through the bus’ driver’s-side window, killing the bus driver, and causing the bus to run off the highway, injuring several passengers. The demons roared with laughter. “Bullseye!” she said, as the stupid hat fluttered between the two, falling to the cold sea below.
“They don’t call it Great Kills Park for nothing, huh?” Nocticula said, hugging her evil friend. “Let’s go steal a car and masquerade as humans!” she said, transforming into a beautiful woman, late twenties, about 5’2” and a hundred pounds, with perky little breasts and killer legs.
“Damn, you make a sexy human!” Akuji said, smiling. She flew toward the city, ready to have some more fun.
xxxxx
Tony was walking toward Fourth Street to catch the subway to Brooklyn to visit his cousin when he spotted the girls. They were naked, covering themselves with their hands, somewhat ineffectively. They were both in fantastic shape, in their early twenties, and fantastically pretty. Jesus Christ, this must be my lucky day! Tony thought, smiling. “You girls need a little help?”
Nocticula answered him, smiling. “Yes! Oh, thank you, our boyfriend just threw us out naked!” Akuji giggled a little at the lie. The Demons were playing a favorite game: kill as many people as possible before you Glamer anyone. A Glamer was the Demonic trance the girls could impose, alternately making them effectively invisible or effectively unavoidable. The girls had plenty of other powers to draw on, but a Glamer was probably their best weapon, and without it, kills were more challenging, but also more fun. Besides using a Glamer, the only other way to lose the game was to have a human draw blood from them.
Tony took off his coat and put it over Nocticula, covering all but her legs, as she was much smaller than the tall Italian man. “Some guys, you know? I can’t believe two lovely ladies like yourselves can’t find somebody who knows how to treat a lady,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. His Brooklyn accent was so thick they could hardly understand him. “You can come to my apartment, I’ll get you some clothes, and I’ll call you a cab.” He put the shirt on Akuji, who bared everything for Tony as she slipped into the shirt, her breasts stretching the fabric almost to the limit. Holy shit these girls are hot! he thought, getting hard. Even in his thoughts his accent was thick.
“Thanks, but we don’t need a cab. We can just stay over and suck your cock all night, if you want,” she said, hugging him, grabbing his dick through his tight jeans. Tony was pretty well built, thirty-two, unmarried, and gainfully employed. He’d had pretty good luck with girls in his life, but nothing like this. He was a little stunned.
Akuji giggled. “You’re such a slut, Natalie!” This was, of course, Nocticula’s false name.
“Does that mean he’s all mine?” Nocticula asked, teasing.
“You couldn’t even handle him by yourself!” Akuji said, sounding sassy, giggling again and looking Tony in the eye suggestively.
“Ladies, ladies, why don’t we talk about this in my apartment? I’m just down the street here, it’s not even a block away, and it’s warm inside,” he said, grabbing Nocticula’s ass through the coat, leading them to his apartment. Holy shit, these girls are ready to go! He grabbed Akuji around the waist, leading her as well.
The walk wasn’t far, and the girls were pawing at him the whole way, and giggling. “So you two share one boyfriend?” Tony said, unable to believe his good fortune.
The girls walked into the building without being led, already having read his mind. He almost wondered about this, but was interrupted by the conversation. Nocticula spoke up: “No, we share everything, we share boys, clothes-“
“Not girls! Natalie leaves the girls all to me!” Akuji teased.
“You don’t like the ladies?” Tony asked, getting in the elevator, then feeling Nocticula’s firm breasts.
“I like cock,” she said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock before the elevator doors shut. His neighbor from down the hall walked by and gawked. He was a fat old man who always complained about noise and had no friends. Nocticula got down on her knees and began to blow Tony as the doors shut, looking the fat man right in the eyes as she did. Akuji flashed him and laughed as the doors shut.
“Wow, you girls sure do know how to have fun,” Tony said, shaking a bit at the feel of ‘Natalie’s’ throat. Akuji kissed him, shutting him up. When the elevator doors opened again, Nocticula was still going down on him. Waiting for the elevator was a thirty-something woman with her teenage son, and the look on their faces was priceless.
“Hi there,” Akuji said to the two, flashing them the whole package. “Wanna join us?”
The mom sprinted down the hall, dragging her reluctant son behind her. Akuji giggled.
“Holy shit, I won’t be getting any more cookies for Christmas from her, huh?” Tony said, laughing and going back to work on the girls.
“No, probably not,” Akuji said, trading off with Nocticula on blowing him. The girls had an unspoken rule: whomever a guy talked to first, that’s who got to fuck him and kill him. In Tony’s case, he’d talked to both at the same time, but he’d put the jacket over Nocticula, so Akuji would not finish him off, either with sex or murder. Still, she sucked his cock down her throat eagerly.
Tony was handsome, in a greasy Italian kind of way, but what made him stand out a bit was the thickness of his prick. He wasn’t all that long, only about six and a half inches, but he was really, really thick, and the girls loved it.
The doors of the elevator opened on the correct floor, the fourteenth, and they walked out into the hallway, all fairly exposed. Tony opened the door to his little apartment (1408), and slapped Nocticula on the ass, urging her in.
“The next things slapping my ass had better be your balls,” she said, winking.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Akuji and Nocticula began stripping his clothes off, and dragging him right to the small bedroom. Again, he briefly wondered how they knew where to go, but dismissed the notion in favor of more pressing matters. “So, uh, I don’t have no protection with me, so…” Tony tried to begin.
“That’s okay, you couldn’t protect yourself against us anyway,” Nocticula said, pushing him down on the bed, and straddling him, getting ready to put the cock inside her. “When we cum, you die.”
“Sounds like a good way to go,” Tony said, as Nocticula began to ride him. Damn, this bitch is crazy, I wonder if I should have let them in…
“If you say so,” Akuji said, biting his nipple a bit, getting a yelp of pain. A cat hissed at the Demons. Akuji walked up and threw it out the window, as it meowed with surprise.
“Shit! That was my cat! You girls are crazy!” Tony said, laughing nervously. Okay, maybe I’m in over my head here…
“They always land on their feet, right?” Nocticula said, between moans. She was about to cum, feeling his thick cock and confusion, fear, and arousal. She rode him faster, fingering herself while she came, looking at him with her completely white eyes, no pupils or irises at all. Holy shit! Am I seeing things!?! Tony blinked rapidly, almost panicking. Nocticula returned her eyes to the disguised version, and he calmed down. Okay, there’s no way I’m gonna let these bitches stay the night! I just gotta fuck ‘em both, give ‘em some clothes, and send ‘em on their way…
Akuji smiled. “Bye now!”
Nocticula used a fingernail to slice open his stomach, and then disemboweled him while he came inside her.
Oh god… Oh no… Tony thought, terrified.
“Oh yes, Tony. You were in over your head, and now… say hi to your cat…” Nocticula threw him out the window, his entrails slopping against the window sill as he tumbled fourteen stories to the ground, the crunch of his body audible over the light traffic. “We have to hurry. You get the safe, okay? I’m going to clean up.”
Outside, a cabby honked at what he believed to be a vagrant passed out in the street… only this vagrant didn’t look so hot.
xxxxx
Akuji had the safe open and had looted all his cash into a canvas bag, while Nocticula had washed the blood off herself. There was a handgun they could have taken, but they didn’t really need it.
“Come on,” Akuji said tossing some clothes on the bed as the first of the sirens could be heard in the distance. She slipped into a pair of basketball shorts so big she had to pull about two feet of the white cotton cord out before she could tie them up. She put his flannel shirt on, and it looked silly, so the tore it off effortlessly, and put on an undershirt instead. “I look like a fucking dyke.”
Nocticula laughed. “You just need shorter hair,” she said, trying on the sweatpants. The elastic kept them from falling, but the legs were so long she couldn’t walk in them. She used a fingernail to trim them up, turning them into really baggy short shorts. She did the same for an undershirt, giving herself a cutoff.
“Looks bad, but better than mine. Do me now,” Akuji said, letting Nocticula trim her outfit. “At least now we look like a sexy lesbian couple.”
“In your dreams, bitch,” Nocticula said, laughing. It was pretty true.
They walked out with the bag and the ratty clothes just as the first two police cars were pulling up to the building. Nocticula used Tony’s keys to lock the apartment. After they got to the elevator, she threw them down the hall in the opposite direction.
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Officer Miguel Alvarez saw the body. It was the first time he’d ever seen a body, and he was feeling a little numb. When he was a kid, he was the toughest kid in school, so he thought he could handle anything. Seeing that naked man with the crushed skull lying there in the street was a bit of a shock. Miguel just kept thinking how fast he must have fell, how long had he had to think before he hit the ground… and how hard he had to hit to send his guts out so far. His stomach turned.
Two oddly dressed lesbians got out of the elevator inside the building. Miguel was supposed to make sure nobody left the building. “Ladies, I’m going to need to ask you to go back inside, this is a crime scene,” Miguel said, trying to sound authoritative, just like they trained him to in the academy. The lesbians just kept walking, giggling. “Ladies, you can’t come out here, this is a crime scene!” he said, getting in their way, an outstretched hand in the universal gesture for stop.
Nocticula grabbed his arm, bent it behind his back until it broke, and then snapped his neck, killing him before he could scream. She calmly walked away.
Across the street, a homeless black man named Devon saw the whole thing. He’d gone to school with Officer Alvarez, back when he had been just plain old Miguel- and he’d hated that little prick. Nocticula looked right at him and winked, right before she rounded the corner for 53rd Street.
Devon smiled as the second officer came up to Miguel’s corpse. “Alvarez, god dammit! …What the fuck?”
xxxxx
Kuraveah Singh pulled over to pick up the girls. “I don’t go to Queens! No Queens!” it seemed to Kurt (as most people called him now) that whenever he was almost done with his shift, some fare would want to go all over hell. These girls looked like they belonged in the Bronx, or better yet, Jersey. If they wanted to go anywhere far, he’d tell them to leave.
“Take us to Macy’s,” Nocticula said, passing him a twenty from the canvas bag. “We have plenty of cash, and we’re fantastic tippers.” Akuji giggled.
“Okay, we go,” Kurt said, pulling away from the curb.
The girls were whispering to each other, smiling. “I dare you! There’s no way you’ll do it!” Nocticula said, laughing.
“Um,” Akuji read the name on the dashboard. “Kuraveah, would you like me to suck your dick?”
Kurt was shocked, but not for the offer. This was New York- you got all kinds of crazies in New York. What shocked Kurt was that she had pronounced his name flawlessly. “I just drive cab!”
“Yes, you drive cab, and I suck cock,” she said, getting out of the cab at the red light, and climbing into the front seat. Nocticula was roaring with laughter.
Akuji unzipped his pants. He was in pretty good shape. He was a Sikh, married, with two kids, and he was thirty two. His cock was uncut, but rather large, and he wasn’t dirty or smelly at all, so Akuji took him in her mouth, sucking intensely. He’d never had head before, and he came in just a few seconds. After she spat his cum out on the floor, she smashed his head into the steering wheel, shattering his skull, killing him instantly. She passed Nocticula the lockbox with his cash, tossed him over to the passenger’s side, and drove. The cabbie was small points, but she needed to start the game if she hoped to catch up with Nocticula.
Akuji picked up the radio, and impersonated Kuraveah flawlessly, speaking in Punjabi Hindi, letting the dispatch know he was going to park for awhile. “How much did we get?”
“All total, with Tony’s stash, just less than two grand. I have you down for three points,” Nocticula said. The cabbie should have only been worth two, so she was being generous.
“I have you at five,” Akuji said. Tony was four, and the cop made five. “But I’m going for a new record, tonight. Watch, this will take a little bit, but I have a good one.”
xxxxx
DeMarcus was hungry. His crack was gone, his booze was gone, and he hadn’t eaten in days. When he spotted the girls, their outfits reminded him of the homeless shelters, but they were way too pretty. “’Scuse me, can I have some money to go buy some food? I ain’t had nuthin’ to eat in foevah, no I ain’t!”
“Fuck that, food is for pussies! What you need is a nice, tasty rock!” Nocticula said, passing DeMarcus three hundred dollars. “Don’t be spending this on any food, now! You go right up to Satellite and you tell him to give you the biggest pile of rocks he has, and you smoke up, okay?”
DeMarcus was confused. How did this white bitch know Satellite? He checked the money… it was real, anyway. “Thanks, thank you, I’m goin’ git myself a little taste, then I’m goin’ git myself some food, that’s what I’m goin’ do!”
“A taste is a waste of time, brother!” Akuji jumped in, laughing at Nocticula’s evil game. “Get HIGH, get so fucking high you never come down! Get one of those bitches from 35th and Vine, and you fuck her while you both get high!” she said, passing him another two hundred dollars.
“Yeah, okay!” DeMarcus said, beginning to run to his dealer. They even said to! The crazy white bitches be givin’ a motherfucker the goddam meal ticket tonight! DeMarcus had about two hours to live.
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The clerks at Macy’s had given the girls some dirty looks for wearing the outfits out, but they had paid for everything, so nobody gave them any trouble. Nocticula picked out a skimpy red dress, black stiletto heels with straps that went up her leg a bit, and a black leather purse. Akuji had gone with a low-cut white halter top and shorts so tight and white they became almost see-through. She had a tiny white Versace handbag.
“Okay, what is this master plan you have to score a million points?” Nocticula asked, as the girls hailed a cab. Nocticula had beaten Akuji the last three times they had played their game, and was interested to see how Akuji planned on pulling off the upset. The kill she had gotten with the severed head was remarkable, and Nocticula sensed that she would have to step up her game in order to win this round.
“I’m not giving it away!” she said, getting into a waiting cab. “We’d like to go to Gravesend, please,” Akuji told the cabbie.
“I don’t go to Brooklyn!” Raif Al-Badhaz shouted with a thick Pakistani accent.
“I suppose you don’t,” Akuji said, snapping his neck and climbing over the seat.
“One point. Brooklyn? Why not Harlem, if you want to slum around?” Nocticula asked, a little perplexed. If she wanted to get a mob of guys, she could just go to Queens. Hell, she could get a mob of guys in Manhattan, easy.
“You’ll see,” Akuji teased, heading for the Triboro Bridge complex.
xxxxx
Darnell was just finishing up his shift when two delicious looking ladies walked in. Darnell was married, but his wife cheated on him, so he never hesitated to jump on any woman that would let him. The girls were white, and Darnell was half-black, but some white girls liked to get a little color. There was something about these two, though… something vaguely unsettling. “Hello, ladies! What brings you to Sicklen Hardware tonight?”
Sicklen Hardware was named after the Van Sicklen Cemetary, which was named after the Van Sicklen family. Edvard Van Sicklen was an Anabaptist preacher who had hit Akuji with a censure in 1508. Nocticula and her Demon king husband Levitian had helped her revive, but it had taken almost a decade to get back to the point where she could function again. Demons are immortal, but a religious ritual called a censure could ruin your century. It was the equivalent of another Fall. The Fall from heaven was worse than any human could imagine, but there is no death. Hell isn’t so bad, only the Fall was truly unpleasant. “I’ll take all the paint thinner, lighter fluid, acetone, MEK and quick-set epoxy you have,” Akuji said, smiling. “Oh, and three of the chain-link bicycle locks, and lots of plumbers grease.”
Darnell was flabbergasted. “Um, I’m only allowed to sell that kind of stuff to licensed contractors. Besides, what the heck would you ladies need with all that stuff?” he asked with a smile, his heart beginning to race.
“Oh, we’re contractors. We work for Faust Plumbing,” Akuji said, getting a giggle from Nocticula. “We’re not just fast, we’re Faust.” Nocticula was chuckling now, and some old guy turned to look at them, staring at Nocticula’s legs. She hiked up her dress a little, showing the man her ass, as she wasn’t wearing panties. He gawked for a second, then hurried off.
“Uh, look, I gotta ask for some ID, ‘cause you two don’t look like no contractors I ever seen,” Darnell said, beginning to sweat. What is wrong here? Why do I keep thinking I know these two? he thought. He was raised as a Baptist, and his mammy would be ashamed of him not knowing the Devil’s own servants when he saw them.
“Of course,” Akuji said, pulling up her white top to reveal her breasts. The shop was just about closed, and nobody could see them at the moment, but they weren’t alone in the store.
“Whoa, hey, we can’t do that here,” Darnell said, pulling her top back on. “C’mon now, let’s go in the back and I’ll show you the right tool fo’ the job.”
xxxxx
Darnell took the girls to the back room and before he could make sure Joey wasn’t there, Nocticula had tossed him on top of a pallet of fiberglass insulation. Akuji took off his belt and began to unbutton his pants. “God damn!” Darnell said, amazed at the situation. The funny feeling he had gotten from the Demons was gone, and in its place was simple, predictable lust.
“That’s right- damn god,” Nocticula said, pulling his pants down. Darnell had spoken to her first, so she was going to get to fuck him and kill him. His cock flopped out of the hole in his boxers. He was a little over eight inches.
Nocticula grabbed his cock, climbed on, and began to ride him. Akuji was watching her ass bounce up and down on the startled and confused clerk. She really liked the form Nocticula had taken, but she knew that Nocticula only liked men.
Darnell was afraid of getting caught by his boss, afraid of getting caught by his wife, and just overall afraid… but he was too horny to say anything about it. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked, trying to sound like he was in control of the situation.
“Oh yeah, baby, give it to me,” Nocticula said, getting off to bend over a dishwasher box and get fucked doggy style. Darnell understood, and he slid himself inside the small woman, thrusting away. The other woman kissed him, running her hands all over his chest. Nocticula was just beginning to get excited when the door to the back room opened, and a large Italian man walked in.
“What the fuck is this?” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Who the fuck are they?”
“I’m Amy with Faust Plumbing. We’re checking his pipes. Care to join us?” Akuji said, walking over to him. He was handsome, really strong and rugged looking, the kind of guy who would be able to build you a shed after he fucked you. She grabbed his shirt, and gently pulled him in, kissing him.
“Hey, Joey, I just-“ Darnell began, still doggying Nocticula.
“Shut the fuck up, Darnell. He doesn’t care,” Nocticula said, backing into him when he slowed down for a second.
Indeed, it looked like Joey didn’t care at all, as he unzipped his pants to pull out his cock. It was fairly large and uncut. Akuji tossed him on the insulation where Darnell had just been, and rode him. “Pull her hair, use that shit like handlebars!” she told Darnell, who obliged without thinking about it, taking handfuls of Nocticula’s silky black hair in his hands, pulling her into his cock.
Nocticula began to cum as Darnell pumped away inside her, pushing his thick cock as deep as it would go, her ass slapping against his firm stomach. “Oh fuck yeah, keep going!” she said, getting his balls wet with her cum as he fucked her hard. Nocticula looked over at Akuji riding her man reverse-cowgirl. “Slap that bitch’s ass! She loves that shit!” she said, smiling. Nocticula could give the humans orders, too.
Joey slapped Akuji’s tight ass as she rode him. His large hands landing with tons of force, enough force to sway Akuji on this unstable surface. His hands were rough workman’s hands. He squeezed her ass cheeks in each hand. “God, you have a great ass.”
“God has nothing to do with my ass,” Akuji said, getting up to trade places with Nocticula again. Darnell was just now finishing inside her, getting Nocticula a second orgasm as he shot gob after gob of cum inside her. Joey heard the commotion and jumped on Akuji as hard and fast as he could. Normally, this wouldn’t work too well for Akuji, but she was enjoying the whole working man thing, and she could see Nocticula’s delicious pussy dripping with cum. Joey grabbed her hair, pulling her into him as they both came hard.
After a minute of heavy breathing, while the men put their clothes back on, Joey spoke up. “Hey, that was fun, but you two can’t be back here,” he said, reaching down for his belt. Akuji grabbed it before he could, and held it out to him.
When he grabbed for the belt, Akuji whipped it around his neck, dove behind him, and began choking him to death.
Darnell sprung to his feet, his pants still unbuttoned at his waist. “Hey-“ he said as Nocticula slit his throat with a fingernail. His hands clutched futilely at his throat as he began to choke on his own blood. Nocticula stood up.
“Thanks for the fuck, dipshit,” she said, kicking Darnell off the loading dock into a dumpster below. He landed with a loud thud.
Joey was beginning to go limp, his once powerful hands now pawed at the belt with no more force than a kitten.
“Night-night, you fucking greasy bastard,” Akuji said, letting up on the belt only to crush his ribcage with a bear hug. His broken ribs skewered his lungs as he tried to draw a breath, desperate for air after being choked for so long. She kicked him into the same dumpster as his employee. Akuji picked up the tiny shorts, putting them back on. “Pull the cab around, we need to load it up.”
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<Joey? Where are you, and where’s Darnell?> The little radio broadcasted a tinny sounding woman’s voice from Akuji’s feet. She picked it up, and pressed the transmitter. “Darnell and I are having some words back here, so just cover the front end, and I’ll be right out,” Akuji said, doing a perfect impersonation of the man she’d just murdered. She hoped that would do, because she couldn’t read his mind anymore, and she had no idea what she was like, or even her name.
The garage door opened, revealing a service entrance and Nocticula driving the cab. She backed it in, and popped open the trunk. Akuji tossed several dozen gallon jugs of industrial strength solvents into the trunk, then even more into the backseat, and then the chains and bike locks. Before she got into the car, she threw the bolt on the door to the store, effectively locking the cashier out. Akuji almost hopped down to get in the cab, when she realized she was missing something. She looked around for a few seconds.
“Move your ass, bitch!” Nocticula said, revving the engine a bit. Cops would come soon, and while that wasn’t deadly, it would ruin the fun.
“I’d say keep your panties on, but you aren’t wearing any,” Akuji said, nonchalantly. She grabbed something. “Coming!” she said, hopping down with a small item sticking out of her fashionable handbag.
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Mike was tired. He had a bullshit job as a doorman at some lame apartment in Brooklyn. His wife Jasmin would just be getting home, and she’d be cooking some of that delicious Puerto Rican food of hers. She was a sweetie. Mike had grown up in Harlem, had seen it go from bad to worse, and then finally now better than he’d ever seen it. Jasmin had been new in town, but before anyone else could get near her, Mike had taken the time to get to know her. His neighborhood was bad, crack and heroin on every corner, but Mike was a good man. Jasmin had only been interested in him because he was very patient with her, and treated her like a lady.
A cab pulled up a little down the way, and two well-dressed ladies got out. Mike couldn’t be sure, but he thought one had climbed out of the driver’s seat. He shook his head to wake himself up. He couldn’t see the cabbie, but the cab was a little too far away to see much anyway. The girls were pretty, though, and coming his way. Why do they seem so strange? They are a little over-dressed, but I’ve seen stranger things in this town. Still… something’s not right here… Mike thought.
“Hey there, sexy!” Akuji said, strutting up to him.
“Can I help you girls tonight?” Mike said, nervous for no reason he could name.
“You could take us inside and fuck the hell out of us,” Nocticula said, sensing his uneasiness. We’ll have to kill him right away, you know, she told Akuji telepathically.
“Now I don’t think my wife-“ Mike started to say as Akuji ran up and punched him in the chest hard enough to break his ribs into his heart, killing him in less than a second. Mike’s last thought was of his wife’s delicious food.
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Akuji knocked on the door to the second floor apartment. When she got no answer, she simply tore the doorknob off and manipulated the bolt with the tip of her finger, releasing it. The door caught on a security chain. Akuji stepped aside. “If you will…”
Nocticula cut the chain with a nail. Akuji could have torn the door off the hinges, but she didn’t want to make that much noise. She walked through the hallway, listening intently for sounds of life. She got to the kitchen, where an elderly Jewish lady held a knife. “Don’t come any closer! Please, just take whatever you want and leave, you damn drug people!”
Akuji walked up, caught the hand as it swung the knife at her, took it from her hand, and buried it to the hilt in her skull. She died instantly. Akuji didn’t waste any time, she climbed out through the window onto the fire escape, and used the bike lock to secure the fire escape, disabling it.
“Oh, you sick fucking bitch, this is going to be awesome!” Nocticula said grinning. Now she understood Akuji’s big plan. “Let’s go get the other one.”
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It took the girls six trips to bring all the flammable chemicals into the building. Akuji popped a small hole in one of the cans of acetone, letting it puddle all over the floor. She took the candle lighter out of her tiny purse, and lit a small pile of newspaper a few feet away. The acetone was trickling toward the flame, perhaps a few feet away. The girls hustled to the door, where the new doorman was standing, looking confused at not finding Mike, then seeing the two ladies. Before he could do much more than think about who they were, Nocticula ran up and gave him a roundhouse kick to the head, shattering his skull. Her short dress fluttered, revealing her hairless pussy for a moment.
The girls tossed his body in as the fireball tore through the mezzanine, shattering the glass in every window, and blowing the doors out despite the strength of Akuji trying to shut it. After the fireball, she shut the door (now just bars, all the glass shattered out), and secured it with the last bike lock. The heat would have done serious damage to them if they were human… maybe it might have killed them.
“What is all the grease for?” Nocticula asked, laughing as the people began to scream.
“Watch this, this is going to be so fucking cool,” Akuji said, tearing open a dozen caulking tubes full of plumber’s grease. Nocticula followed suit, not sure what her Demon friend had in mind, but eager to find out. Akuji squeezed all the tubes, directing the torrent of grease into the currently deserted intersection.
“Oh shit, you have been planning this one for awhile, huh?” Nocticula asked, spreading the grease in the same manner. People began to climb onto the fire escape. “Watch this, I have the most evil idea ever.”
Nocticula ran over to the fire escape. “Come on! Climb down!” she called, feigning concern. A black woman led her young son to the bottom of the fire escape, choking. She tried the ladder, finding it locked, of course. “Send down the ladder!” she called, pretending not to know what was going on.
“I can’t! It’s locked!” she cried, her voice hoarse with smoke. “Please! You have to save my baby!” she said, helping her son over the edge of the fire escape. The boy was probably ten or eleven, and terrified.
“It’s okay, I’ll catch him!” Nocticula shouted, struggling to keep up the act. Even if she were a normal woman trying to catch the kid, he would be likely to break something, and possibly kill her by falling on her. From where she stood, the woman couldn’t know that, though. The sirens began to wail in the distance. The boy jumped.
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Nocticula let him fall uninterrupted, and he broke both legs in a dozen places. Both girls busted up laughing, and Akuji patted Nocticula on the back.
“You evil, evil woman!” the black woman shouted, coughing on the smoke billowing out of the window next to her. “Save my baby!” she screamed, crying.
“I’ll make you a deal: I’ll save him, if you do a swan dive into the concrete. Do you know how to do a swan dive?” Akuji asked, knowing that she didn’t. “It looks like this,” she spread her arms. “only, your chest hits the ground, and we get another laugh.”
“You evil woman!” the black lady said, getting ready to jump. Only one neighbor had made it out onto that fire escape, but a crowd had gathered on the other one.
“Go ‘head, Missus Jay! You can do it!” a neighbor shouted to her, coughing badly. “We can wait for the fire department, you can’t!” In the street, a car careened into a light post, killing the driver. The sirens were growing very loud.
The woman jumped, but didn’t manage to do a swan dive, instead doing something more like a belly-flop, her head bouncing off the sidewalk next to her crippled, wailing son. The girls were laughing so hard, they couldn’t stand up, instead they rolled in the street, where another car careened into the approaching fire engine, killing the driver of the car, and causing the fire engine to turn abruptly, sending it over the grease, sliding into the fire hydrant, severing the only realistic chance of putting out the fire. The girls rolled on the ground as the kid wailed about his mom, forgetting about his shattered legs. “Too bad your mom wasn’t much of a swimmer!” Nocticula shouted, getting more laughter out of Akuji.
“You Demons won’t be causing any more trouble here tonight!” a woman shouted from across the street. She was an attractive redhead with a long leather riding crop.
“Fuck! A Shield Maiden!” Nocticula said, changing forms abruptly, her small red dress tearing as her wings spread underneath it. She flew away just as the riding crop flew through the space she had just occupied with a frightening speed. Shield Maidens were essentially enchanted women who wielded magical weapons infused with a censure. If they hit you, you would suffer unbelievable pain, possibly even a Fall if you got hit somewhere vital. Akuji sprinted off, taking to the air only after she’d run away for quite a while. The Shield Maiden gave chase, but after it became clear that she wouldn’t be able to catch the Demon, she ran back to save the crippled boy.
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The girls flew into an abandoned subway tunnel, then down a small passage for maintenance, and then they had to walk the rest of the way to Hell. “Fuck, we barely got out of there! That bitch was quick!” Nocticula said, folding in her wings as she climbed down the stairs. “Who the fuck was she?”
“A descendant of Lady Deborah Moody, no doubt,” Akuji said, following Nocticula with heavy feet. Lady Deborah Moody was the English Duchess who ran this place back when it was still part of Kings County in his Majesty’s colony of New York. It was her who had seen through Akuji’s obfuscation, and her who had sent Edvard Van Sicklen to censure her.
The hallway was pitch-black, but of course the Demons could see perfectly fine. “What do you want to do? Do you think we should try to follow the tunnel up to Los Angeles?” Nocticula asked, slowing down to let Akuji catch up. The hallway went down for another hundred feet or so before the stairs ended, and it opened up to the first of several subterranean courtyards.
“No, I’m going back up there, and I’m going to kill that bitch. I’m going to kill her whole family,” Akuji said, smiling in the darkness. “I just need to get Moloch to come with us.”
Nocticula was silent. Moloch was perhaps the most chaotic, violent, unpredictable Demon there was. He’d been Fallen six times already, and his screams of agony were unnerving. Nocticula’s husband Levitian had taken care of him for awhile, but had eventually abandoned him, claiming that his mind was completely gone, and only madness remained. Nocticula stepped off the stairs into the courtyard.
Suddenly, a figure stepped out from behind a pillar. It was a human woman, pale as a fresh corpse, with silvery white eyes, white hair… and a wicked smile. “You must be Akuji,” she said, looking at Akuji. “But I’m afraid I don’t know you,” she said to Nocticula. She summoned a spirit of a human she had sacrificed, and the dim light revealed her in the dark courtyard.
“A necromancer… I’d thought they killed you all off during the Inquisition,” Akuji said, smiling. She could kill her, of course… but she looked like fun.
“Almost. If I hadn’t been fucking Mammon, I would certainly have been killed with the rest. He saved me, but refused to let me get the souls I need to get my revenge,” she said, sauntering across the worn stone floor. Mammon was the Demon in charge of industry, and he was one of the reasons Pandemonium was built in the first place. He’d set up all kinds of rules for Hell, and many Demons followed his leadership. Mammon was meticulous and unflinching in his enforcement of his ban on all living humans in Hell, and so this necromancer couldn’t work her most powerful magic, which required dozens if not hundreds of damned souls. “My name is Grendel, and I want to help you kill the descendants of the Moody family.”
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Nocticula led Akuji and Grendel through the alleyways of Pandemonium to Levitian’s castle. Her husband would not be happy inviting a living human inside his palace, but considering the aforementioned human was quite possibly the last necromancer, and she had Nocticula’s protection… Levitian would let it go. Levitian was one of the twelve on the Infernal Council, and so he commanded a horde of lesser demons. Nocticula was a Demon Queen down in Hell- Akuji was only a Demonic Officer, barely a title at all, though to many, the titles didn’t mean a thing. The three of them stepped inside the black stone building. The floor was one perfectly smooth, perfectly black piece of obsidian. The only decorations were the skins of two martyrs, hung from the ceiling. Levitian stepped out into the room.
He’d once been one of the most beautiful of all the Seraphim, but after the fall, half of his body was forever deformed, and the beautiful side forever tormented all those who saw him, a reminder of the degree to which they’d all been changed. “Who is the human, Nocticula?” Levitian asked, brandishing his lance. He might be capable of mutilating Nocticula and Akuji at the same time, he was just that powerful. Grendel was completely helpless against any Demon, as her only weapons were the souls of the dead… literally, the air in Hell.
“The last necromancer, and the woman who wants to help us kill the descendants of the Moody family,” Nocticula said, walking to her husband to embrace him. He held the lance to her throat.
“There are laws against bringing humans to Hell,” Levitian said, hesitant.
“Fuck Mammon, he wanted appeasement after the Fall, remember?” Akuji reminded him. Mammon had been an initial voice for petitioning God for mercy. It was only after the Fallen had decided against it that Mammon turned his efforts toward building Pandemonium. Levitian had sought war on Earth, and Levitian was far more powerful than Mammon… in a fair fight.
“Akuji, you’ll be fucking more than just Mammon,” he said, whipping out his thick cock. Half of it was scarred and blackened as though it had been badly burned, but the other half was smooth and clean. He turned back to his wife. “And Nocticula, my bride, if you even hope to bring a human into my house, you will bend over and take me inside you right now.”
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Nocticula moaned as Levitian thrust his massive cock inside her with furious strength, grabbing her shoulder with his deformed hand to pull her into him. Nocticula had fucked thousands of humans, and hundreds of Demons, but nobody fucked like Levitian. The sensation of his half-deformed cock, the sheer size of it, the force with which he pushed himself into you… it was amazing.
Akuji was on her back with Grendel lying on top of her, kissing her breasts while she shoved four fingers and half of her hand deep inside her wet pussy. Akuji could take more, but it felt better to have just this much. Akuji moaned, as this woman seriously knew what to do to her. Grendel lightly bit her nipple, sending just the faintest pain through Akuji. No matter how hard she bit or thrust, Grendel was completely incapable of inflicting anything like serious pain. When Grendel played rough, it was like a kitten playing rough: cute, but not threatening at all.
Nocticula pulled her wings in, and Levitian threw her to the ground, slamming her shoulders on the smooth black floor hard enough to make Nocticula grunt a little from the impact. He pinned her down with his good hand and pushed himself back inside her, his cock dripping with her cum already. Now as he thrust, the disfigured side was inside her on the other side, and the difference in texture was sensational. She retracted her nails and rubbed her clit furiously, cumming hard as he drove himself into her with all his might. She looked into his fiery red eyes. His passion was evident, but it did not make him merciful in the least, as he drove himself in even harder, shooting cum inside her so hot it might as well have been molten lava. Though Nocticula had no pupils at all, the expression on her face made it evident that her eyes were rolling back in her head.
Akuji saw all this as her delicious human slowly pushed her whole hand inside her. Akuji had a small frame even in her true form, and the hand was larger than most men, but she was so wet from seeing her friend take her husband that the hand slid inside her… barely. Grendel moved the hand just a little, and Akuji cried out a little from the intense pleasure. “My Demon Queen likes my hand, I see,” Grendel said, wiggling her fingers inside Akuji’s wet pussy. The sensation drove Akuji over the edge, and she came hard, shaking with intense pleasure.
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“Moloch would be an unwise choice,” Levitian said, running his hands all over Nocticula. He would of course be fucking Akuji and Grendel, but not yet. He liked his wife far too much to let her go just yet. “Why don’t you take Camilla instead?”
Akuji smiled. She hadn’t thought about Camilla in at least a century. Camilla was a vampire, one of the last of a short-lived line of demonic humans. Akuji and Camilla had had an on-and-off love affair, but after Akuji had moved in with Azazel, she had broken it off. She wasn’t exactly attached to Azazel, and monogamy wasn’t really an issue for Demons, so she might as well see if her ex wanted to play again. Moloch was very volatile, after all. “Not a bad idea. She’s more sensible, and she can be far more subtle than Moloch. Thank you, Levitian.”
“I’d do almost anything to help you get your revenge. I remember how hard the Fall was for you,” he said. Nocticula and Levitian had spent a decade helping Akuji recover as she was tormented by the most intense pain imaginable. Demons were always evil, but not to their own kind.
“Let’s fucking show these people what Hell has in store for them,” Grendel said, causing one of the tortured spirits to dance with her.
THE END