Feature Writer: 5thRing
Feature Title: GOOD DEMON, BAD ANGEL
Published: 19.07.2022
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Reject demon and angel are assigned to a human
Good Demon, Bad Angel
Greetings, reader. I will be your narrator for this tale of adventure. Well, maybe “adventure” is going a bit far, but… nevermind. My name is not important, but our main character’s name is quite important. Well, maybe not so much important as appropriate.
You see, the man’s name is Gray, and I do mean his first name. His last name is as important as mine, so don’t worry about it.
Anyway, what makes our fellow’s name so appropriate is that he is very middle-ground. If he took a D&D alignment test, then he’d probably end up as True Neutral. By societal standards, he’s boring as fuck.
He gets up in the morning, goes to work, comes back home, and fucking stays there. He’s got no friends, and he’s not looking for any. He’s Gray.
What a shitty main character, huh? Naturally, something exciting will happen to him, or this would also be a shitty story, and what kind of disembodied, imagined voice in your head would I be if I told you a shitty story? Let’s go.
Just between you and me, I looked ahead only a little bit, so I really am hoping this isn’t going to be a shitty story. Don’t blame me if it is.
Gray was sitting at home, doing some boring shit, when his doorbell rang. This was a bit of a surprise to him, but he answered it, and what did he see on his porch but a beautiful woman.
You might be thinking, “WTF, disembodied, imagined voice in my head? This is a weak trope. Next thing you’ll tell us is that she had car trouble.” Well, no I’m not, and fuck you for being so presumptuous. You know… IF that’s what you thought.
Back to the tale. Gray was 5’8″ and in his late 20’s. Let’s say… 27, because boys can’t be even-number ages, and girls can’t be odd number ages. IT’S JUST WRONG! But I digress. The woman appeared to be roughly the same age. But not the exact same age, and don’t you go pretending otherwise.
She was about his same height, rather pale, but not a sickly pale, and her hair was a jet black, straight bob. She wore comfort-fitted blue jeans with a ripped knee, a snug, cropped black T-shirt, and a pair of low-cut Chucks. She damn hot.
Gray was not a generally excitable guy, and while he still didn’t show it, outwardly, he was definitely above his average level of excited. He was digging her.
“Hello,” he greeted, keeping his cool.
She flashed him a polite smile, but that was the only overt expression she offered.
“Hi. You’re Gray, right?”
‘Holy cannoli, this hottie knows who I am! What the bejeebers is happening?’ That’s the more interesting version of what Gray’s thinking.
“Yeah,” he replied, boringly.
“You remember last week, when you helped a business man collect his papers, after his briefcase came open outside, and the wind was blowing it everywhere?”
“Uh, yeah.”
Gray had stopped some papers from getting away, but ended up chasing some down. The business man thanked him quickly, but hurried away, apparently late for something.
“Cool. Well, I was sent to be your reward.”
Gray was so taken aback by this revelation, that he had trouble getting his next profound sentence out.
“What?”
“Can I come in? It’s hot out here.” It was, indeed, a rather warm day, but that has no real bearing on anything. Nevermind.
“Sure.” Gray stepped aside, without hesitation. He was a very go-with-the-flow kind of guy, and she didn’t strike him as threatening, so why not, you know?
“Thanks,” she said as she entered, then he shut the door.
“So, what’s this about,” he asked.
“Um, well. You did a very kind and generous thing, without a second thought, and went out of your way for someone you didn’t know, and so I was sent to…” She wave her hand, with the uncertainty of the correct wording. “Be yours, or whatever.”
What struck him, in addition to the statement, was the fact that she had made it so matter-of-factly. It was neither a good or bad situation for her, by all appearances.
Her eyes surveyed the inside of his home until he spoke again.
“I really don’t understand, what you mean, exactly.”
“You know… hang out. Do shit. Whatever you want. I mean, they intended for me to have sex with you, but I don’t really care what we do.” She looked around, once again.
And he was dumbfounded, once again. As a single guy, who wasn’t really into dating, he was having trouble coming to terms with a woman in front of him just casually offering him free sex.
“Is this some kind of joke.”
“No. Can I have some water,” she said, looking back at him… unusually excited, considering the request.
The way she was being so casual, how her reply went directly into a request, and the way she was looking at him, was screaming sincerity to him. On the other hand, the way she was looking around made him wonder if she was casing the joint to steal from him. Not that he had much to steal. He was not a very materialistic guy.
“Uh…. Yeah.” He brought a bottle of water to her from the kitchen. She cracked it open and drank half of it.
“Thanks. I’ve never had water before. I was expecting more flavor.” She screwed the cap back on. “So, you wanna do something? We don’t have to. I mean, you’re not obligated to entertain me, or anything. You can go back to whatever you were doing. I can watch TV if you’re busy. I’m here either way.”
“Are you okay with this?” Like I said, Gray was boring. He’s not jumping at this opportunity to dip his tip. He’s also not kicking her out. He’s all concerned for her feelings and well-being and shit.
“Oh, yeah. It’s no big deal. Demons do stuff like this all the time. I personally, haven’t, but it’s what we ‘do’,” she said, using air quotations. “Service contracts.”
Do I need to tell you that he was taken aback, again?
“Demons?” He was now second-guessing his sincerity judgement.
“Yeah. I’m a demon. So was the guy you helped.” Completely casual. Almost ambivalent. And Gray was freaking the fuck out… internally.
He didn’t exactly put stock in the horns and tail image of a demon, but that was pretty much all he had to go by, so the fact that she looked like a normal human confused him. He wanted to question her, but he also didn’t want to sound like an idiot…. I’m just gonna let that one slide.
“So, demons just look like regular humans, then? No… horns?” His voice trailed off, really not wanting to say the word.
“Oh, yeah, we have horns. Even tails. We can just glamour ourselves to hide them. Like I’m doing now.”
“Ca… can I see?” That focused his thoughts, didn’t it? He seriously wants to see that shit.
“Sure.” She closed her eyes and suddenly a pair of short, black horns faded into view on top of her head.
They were actually kinda cute, and Gray almost cracked a smile.
“Can I… touch them?”
“Sure. You don’t need to ask, by the way. I mean, strictly speaking. You don’t need my permission for anything, but I do appreciate it, just the same.”
Gray stepped closer and she tilted her head down so he could get a better look. He lightly poked one, then pinched it between his fingers to try to move it, but it was secure to her head.
“Wow,” he said under his breath. He looked around her, in hopes of seeing a tail, but saw only a lump where her tail bone would have been located, and a line snaking down the back of her leg, beneath the denim.
“Wanna see it,” she asked as she began unfastening her narrow belt.
“No! No. Not right now.” His lame ass wasn’t ready for her to drop trou in front of him, yet.
“Okay,” she said. “Oh, by the way. Since you’ve seen what I really look like, I can’t re-glamour for you. Probably should have said that first, but I don’t know why it would be important.”
“This is what you really look like? Everything’s the same but the horns and tail.”
“Yep,” she looked down at herself and briefly went on her tip toes while sliding her hands down her stomach and hips. “This is me.”
“I’m kinda surprised your skin color is… not different.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty rare, for a demon, actually.” She spoke with a slightly more excited tone. “Most of the demons have blue, or green, or yellow skin, depending on what kind.”
“I was thinking red.”
“Oh, I get it,” she smiled. “That’s the stereotype. Those are blood demons. I actually am one, but… well, it’s complicated.”
He excitedly moved toward his sofa, gesturing for her to sit.
“Please tell me about it.”
“Okay.” They both sat down. “Blood demons were the ones that used to interact with humans the most. You see, human blood gives us strength, so we used to contract with humans to get a steady supply, through human sacrifices, but blood demons would get so much more powerful than the other demons, that they would rule. In an uprising, all the blood demons were eliminated.”
“How are you here, then?” He was fascinated.
“Blood demons are an aberration, to begin with, so it’s possible for one to pop up unexpectedly. As far as I know, I’m the only one that exists. There was a time when they were immediately killed at birth. A lot of the other demons would have preferred I was, but my parents are kind of high-ranking. I still have to be careful, though.”
That was a lot for him to process, and he had countless questions, but the most obvious one was why she was not red.
“If you’re a blood demon, then why-”
“-am I not red,” she predicted his question.
“Yeah.”
“We turn red by drinking blood. The more we drink, the redder we get. They don’t let me drink human blood, though, because… you know. But I don’t want to, anyway. I don’t hate humans like the other demons do.”
“Hate?”
“Well, I’m not sure if ‘hate’ is the right word. Demons just have some kind of inherent drive to corrupt humans to self-destruction, but I don’t. I’m cool with you guys.”
“Thanks?”
“I’m kind of the weirdo,” she continued, ignoring the comment. “I don’t know if it’s genetic, or just the fact that most other demons hate me, but I’m just not into all that.”
Her face took on a more serious expression. “I want you to know, upfront, that the main reason I was sent here was to corrupt you. This mission is meant to be a test for me. They’re really debating whether or not to let me keep living, and right now, I’m both a potential threat and useless. I don’t want to screw you over, but I am safe while I’m here, so I really am good with all this.”
He was speechless.
“Mind if I watch TV? I like TV.”
“Yeah. No. Go ahead.”
So she sat on the sofa watching TV, and he sat with her letting everything sink in. Then something hit him. Metaphorically, I mean.
“How long are you supposed to be here… exactly?”
“Indefinitely, I guess. I mean, there’s no hard time limit, but they kinda are going to expect results, eventually, then who knows what will happen? I’m not going to worry about it, right now.”
“So, you’re going to live with me?”
“Technically, if you tell me to leave, then I have to, but basically, yeah. I’m not officially contracted to you, but it’s not exactly in my best interests to ignore my mission entirely. Oh, by the way, we are being watched, so I have to at least keep up appearances.”
“Watched?” Gray’s all like, ‘WTF, dude’. Calm down Gray.
“Not constantly. They just peek in from time to time using a scrying orb. Not really anything to worry about.”
He wasn’t comfortable with that, but he realized there was nothing he could do about it, so he just went with the flow.
After a while, he left her on the sofa to get back to what he was doing. Probably something boring on the computer. Doesn’t matter.
He eventually got hungry, which prompted him to ask her if she was hungry, which then led to another little info dump about how she doesn’t necessarily have to eat, but she does enjoy it, but if it’s not something animal, then it gives her an upset stomach. Blah blah blah.
“Okay. If you’re fine not eating then I won’t worry about it.” In other words, he wouldn’t waste the money.
As he ate, he thought about the fact that he was suddenly going to have a roommate, since he wasn’t going to kick her out, and his thoughts eventually landed on the sleeping situation.
Naturally, his porn-watching ass imagined her sleeping with him in his bed, but just like seeing her tail, he wasn’t jumping on that idea. He didn’t have a guest bedroom. The only other reasonable option was the sofa, but he didn’t feel comfy making her use it, nor was he keen on using it himself.
He decided to carefully get her point of view on the matter.
“Have you given any thought to where you’re sleeping? Actually, do you sleep?”
“That’s another thing I don’t have to do, but that I do like. I like having dreams. But I figured I’d just sleep with you. Quite frankly, I’m a little surprised you haven’t taken me to bed yet, but I’m not complaining. This is your show. I just wanna not be murdered.”
“I would ne-”
“Not you.”
“Oh. Right. The other demons.”
“Yeah.”
Idiot.
“That’s not to say-,” she added.
“I get it. I get it. I think we’re on the same page with the no murdering thing.”
“Cool.”
After what he felt was an appropriate length of a pause, he went back to the original topic.
“So, were you planning on staying up all night watching TV, or….?”
“I dunno. I might decide to sleep, if the mood strikes me.”
“Which leads me back to where.”
“Oh. Heh heh. I can fall asleep literally anywhere. It’s an entirely voluntary act for me, but the more comfort the better. Which I’m guessing would mean your bed, unless you forbid it.” HINT HINT.
He said nothing. He was too busy getting a half-chub at the thought of it. He liked to think of himself as a guy that wouldn’t try any funny business if he was sharing a bed with a girl, for the purposes of sleeping, but then she was not a normal girl who might object.
She was a girl who would give him free reign, and he didn’t know how he would handle that. BECAUSE HE’S BORING!
Anyway, he did need to go to work tomorrow, so he went to bed at his usual time, leaving her to watch TV, although he did give her permission to use his computer if she felt like it. It took him a while to actually fall asleep, as one might imagine.
The next thing he knew, his alarm was sounding, so he turned it off and stretched out, accidently hitting the demon.
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed, like a startled little bitch. Am I being too harsh? I suppose it was a completely normal reaction. I’m just a little peeved he hasn’t plowed her yet.
The bump jostled her awake, but she was groggy, like a normal person, yawning and stretching.
“Morning,” she said, picking out her crusty eye-boogers.
“Morning,” he repeated as an automatic reply, because it was the first time he’d been in bed with a woman as an adult. Interpret that however you like. I don’t give a shit. It was just another thing that he needed a minute to wrap his brain around.
Then she peeled back the covers and got out. She was wearing the shirt from before, but otherwise had on only a small pair of black cotton panties, with one side of the back wedged into her crack. Oh man, it was damn nice.
She pulled the cover back across, making her side of the bed, and than walked around.
Maybe I should describe the room for you. When you enter the bedroom door, there is a narrow, empty path going all the way to the opposite wall. Just to the left of that path, is the king-size bed, with the head against that opposite wall. About halfway down on the right side is a door to the bathroom. On the far left side of the room is a 2-door closet. Not huge, but I guess technically walk-in.
Okay, so she starts walking around the corner of the bed, and he’s getting another half-chub seeing her tasty butt cheeks bounce with every step, and then she slides her finger inside and down the back of her panties to extract them from her ass crack.
Totally hot, right? AND HE SAW HER TAIL! It wasn’t a thin one with an arrow or heart at the end. It was an anatomically realistic one about maybe 2 inches in circumference at the base, and then gradually tapered to a dull point about 16 pale, fleshy inches down. Sexy as fuck, while still being slightly off-putting. Really something you had to get used to, but maybe that’s just me.
“Are you having a shower, this morning,” she asked. It takes him a few second to formulate an answer.
“Uh, no. But I do still need to use the bathroom,” he added, thinking it mattered.
“‘Kay,” she said then peeled off her top. “I really want to see what showers are like,” she added, before passing through the bathroom door.
He got a nice side view of a respectably large B-cup tit, and then he was at full chub. She left the door open, and just a few seconds later, the shower started.
He took a moment and then got out of bed, pulled the cover into place, and apprehensively walked into the bathroom. Her shirt and panties were on the empty half of the towel rack, and he could see her vague, form through the nearly transparent curtain, although her being so pale was not doing him any favors, in this regard.
He lifted the toilet seat and lid, wrestled his twig out and eventually managed to pee. For any lady readers who don’t know, trying to pee with a boner is not ideal.
Rubbing one out crossed his mind, but he didn’t do it, because he felt it would have been inappropriate. He COULD have pulled back the shower curtain and fucked her, and she would have been totally cool with it, but… this guy….
He put down the seat and lid, ALMOST flushed the toilet, and then quickly washed his hands before leaving to get dressed in the bedroom, where his raging boner went to die. As he was finishing, she walked out of the bathroom wearing the shirt and panties, and sexy, damp hair, and then exited the bedroom entirely.
He found her on the sofa, watching TV, still half-dressed. Since he never ate breakfast, all that was left to do was leave for work.
He stood at the door, staring at her while thinking about how bizarre all of this was, and the fact that he was about to leave a strange woman alone in his house.
“I…. I’m going to work.” ‘I guess.’
She turned her head and smiled.
“Okay. Have a nice day.” That kinda made him feel good. She returned her attention to the TV.
“Do I… need to bring you back anything?” He was started to feel like they were married, and it certainly wasn’t the worst feeling he’d ever experienced.
“No, I’m good. Thanks, tho.” She didn’t look at him that time.
“Okay.” After a pause he turned and left for work. And then, later that evening, he returned to find her just as he had left her. It was feeling like a marriage, but not one of the good ones. Granted, the view was nice.
Of course, he knew it wasn’t a marriage, or anything resembling a normal relationship, but that’s exactly why he was frustrated. He wasn’t sure how to handle it.
He changed into some shorts and a T-shirt and sat down next to her, pondering his next question.
“I’m not suggesting that I have any expectations of you, but aren’t you, like, supposed to be trying to seduce me, or something?” He almost intentionally sounded wishy washy to avoid giving the wrong impression.
She looked at him with a slightly defeated expression, which made him feel a little bad.
“I don’t actually know how to seduce anyone.”
He blinked his confusion.
“I was never really allowed to do any of the usual demon things. I was basically confined to quarters for my own safety. I don’t know shit about seduction, but if you wanna fuck….” She started pulling off her shirt, but this loser stopped her.
“No. No. Well….” What? Is there hope for my man? “No.” Shit. “Have you never had sex?”
“Nope.”
He was not as surprised as he thought he might have been.
“I’ve seen it before,” she continued. “On TV, I mean. Looks like fun. Have you had sex? What was it like?”
Of course this loser hasn’t had sex. Why is that even a question?
“Kissing? You ever…,” his voice trailed off as his head shook, fully expecting “no” as the answer. Notice how he dodged her question? Heh heh.
“No.” Nailed it. “Not even on a cheek.” Damn, girl. Starting to sound like some Born Yesterday trope. “Demons aren’t exactly affectionate with each other. Especially not with me.”
He felt bad for her, but she wasn’t coming across as self-pitying, so that helped. What also helped was the idea that he could be the one to teach her all this stuff, but is he going to make a move?
Of course not. He’s just gonna fucking sit there. This shit went on for the rest of the damn week, but the thing is that spending all that time around her being half-dressed, and sleeping next to him…. Seeing her prehensile tail moving around…. This stuff was slowly eroding his resolve.
One day, she showed him how she could pick up and carry a broom with her tail, and he immediately imagined it wrapped around his dick. Then he excused himself to the bathroom, and wrapped his hand around his dick.
The nice guy in him was getting his ass beat down further into the dark corners of his psyche, and Mr. Horny was getting more of the spotlight.
On Saturday, he was off work. He woke up with morning wood, and a hot chick, who wasn’t going to do anything about it, right next to him. She got out of bed, showing him her fine ass, AGAIN, and went to take a shower.
He’d finally had enough. He stripped down, pulled back the curtain, and got in behind her.
“Hey,” she greeted him smiling. She looked back and down at his dick. “Oh, wow. It’s just sticking right out, isn’t it? The ones in the science books were just hanging there.”
“Turn around,” he said calmly, and she turned to face him. He took her hand, wrapped it around his shaft, and then began moving it back and forth.
“What are we doing,” she asked.
“You don’t know?”
“No. I never saw this on TV.” Makes sense.
“This is a handjob.”
“Oh. I’ve heard it mentioned, but I never knew what it was.”
“It’s like a guy having sex, but with a hand, instead of a vagina.”
Her eyes brightened. “Is that how sex works? All I ever saw was the people kinda wiggling on top of each other. Oh, man.” She chuckled. “If you had wanted me to have sex before, I totally would not have expected this. I would have done it so wrong.”
She was killing the mood, despite herself. He started softening, but she was so refreshing that he didn’t care. He was smiling.
“Oh. What’s going on, now? Is it over? Did we finish? Seems a lot different than sex. Did we do it right?”
He let go over her hand, but she continued playing with his limp penis. Squishing it. Flopping it around.
“This is more like the pictures. Oh, hey. That’s the scrotum.” Then she reach under and grabbed it… a little too hard.
“Ahh, hey. Easy,” he winced, and guided her hands to release him. “You gotta be careful with those. Gentle.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“‘S’okay. Are you done showering?”
“Yeah, I guess. I just enjoy the water.”
He turned off the shower, led her out and dried them both off. He then led her to the bed.
He leaned back against his pillow, spread his legs and had her sit on the bed directly in front of him.
“Ooh, are we doing a handjob, again? I didn’t do it right, did I?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said through a light chuckle. “First of all, for now, you don’t talk.” He put a finger over her lips for a few seconds. “We can work on appropriate talking later, but right now, no questions or comments. Okay?”
She nodded. Looks like my man’s about to finally get down to some business.
He took a moment to look her over. She was sitting on her heels with her knees together. The top of her soft, black wisps of straight hair peeked out in a rough diamond top. Apparently demon pubes naturally grew more groomed than human pubes.
She leaned over, supporting herself on straight arms and hands pressed into the mattress, and her torso hung, making her shoulders look raised. And her breast hung, suspended, with small, pink nipples not quite erect.
His boner resurged, her eyes widened, and she caught herself before saying anything.
With a combination of using his own hand on himself, and guiding hers, he demonstrated a slow and gentle start of lightly stroking the various parts of his dick and balls.
When his precum flowed, he gathered some on a finger and brought it to her mouth, opening his to signal her to open hers, and then wiped it on her tongue. She seemed to enjoy the taste. He used her fingers to glaze his cap with another deposit of precum.
“See how slippery it is?” She nodded, absent-mindedly. “Now let some saliva fall onto it.” She inelegantly complied.
He instructed her in some of the more nuanced motions, like twisting as she stroked, and ball cradling, and when she had a good rhythm going, and let go and relaxed.
“Keep doing that,” he said, repeatedly closing and opening his eyes, wanting to get lost in the sensation, but also feeling compelled to check on her. “A little faster,” he said, getting closer.
She was doing well, so he kept his eyes closed, and started getting lost in it.
“A little faster.” Closer. “Just the top half. Ohhhhhhhhh.” He forced his eyes open to watch her face as his cum erupted up and then fell down over her hand. She was delighted and in awe. “Okay, stop.”
She let go and held her hand up, inspecting the sticky mess nearly the same color as her skin. Her mouth hung open.
“You can talk now. What do you think,” he inquired. He was eager to hear what she had to say.
“What the fuuuuuck?” She smiled in her awe. She brought it closer to her nose and sniffed it. “Weird smell.”
“Go ahead and taste it, before it gets cold.”
She didn’t hesitate to lick a considerable amount of it up in a single, short swipe.
“How is it?”
“It’s….” She had a confused look on her face, and then licked up some more to inspect the flavor more closely. “I’m really not sure. I don’t have much point of reference when it comes to what things taste like, but I can tell it’s protein. Kind of… stingy?”
“Is it unpleasant to you?”
“I wanna say yes and no, but I think more no.”
“You wanna finish the rest?”
“Sure,” she said and then cleaned up the remaining cum from her hand.
“That was so hot,” was barely heard from somewhere, but they couldn’t tell where.
“What the fuck,” Gray said, under his breath, trying to home in on where the voice came from, and he slowly raised from the bed.
“Shit,” the voice said again.
Gray rushed to the closet doors and threw them both wide open. He saw nothing inside, but there was a thud, and the left door bounced, vibrating.
“OW! God dammit!” Suddenly a figure appeared behind the closet door.
It was a short, blonde woman. Maybe a little over 4 feet, wearing a tight-fitting, white, short, tank dress. She looked tan, was barefoot, and was holding her nose with both hands, in pain.
“Oh, fuck. I think you broke it. Shit, I’m bleeding,” she said, looking at her blooded palms. “You stay the fuck back,” she shouted, pointing at the demon, who was just sitting there in as much shock and confusion as Gray. She tilted her head back and started walking toward the bathroom. “Son of a bitch, that hurt.”
Gray, a little too accustomed to the unusual to bother asking any questions yet, followed her to keep an eye on her. The demon just waited on the bed.
The strange woman was blowing her nose into the sink and washing her face. After a moment, she was repeatedly pressing the sides of her nose until it seemed she was back to normal, then dried her face with the hand towel.
“Seriously, dude?” She gave Gray the stink-eye as she walked past him back into the bedroom.
He followed her and stopped at the foot of the bed when she stopped in front of the closet to shut the doors then turn to face Gray and the demon with her hands on her hips. She was clearly miffed, but Gray was as well.
“Who the hell are you,” he nearly shouted, holding his arms out at his sides.
“I’m…” She point at him, bothered and fidgeting. “I’m…” Her eyes kept being drawn down to his penis. “I’m not going to be able to talk to you until you put that away,” she finally said, licking her lips.
He grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.
“Better,” he asked, somewhat aggressively.
“Noooo,” she whined. “Yes,” she quickly said in a more certain tone. She closed her eyes and repeatedly lightly slapped the side of her forehead with her palm. “Yes. That’s fine.” She held her palm to her head. “Sorry. I’m not normally like this. I’m just… REALLY pissed off at myself, right now. I fucked up. It was totally my fault. I’m not mad at you.”
She walked over to the demon, held her hands, and looked apologetically into her eyes.
“You either. I’m sorry I yelled. I know you wouldn’t drink my blood like that.” Her attention started being drawn to the demon’s formerly cum-covered hand. Licking her lips again, she brought the hand to her nose, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Oh, god. That smells so good.” She sniffed again, and she came back to her senses, dropping the demon’s hands and backing away. “Sorry. Sorry.”
She stood in front of the closet doors and took a deep breath.
“Okay. You wanted to know who I am,” she said, pointing to Gray. “My name is unpronounceable by humans. I don’t have an earthly name, so you can just call me Angel, I guess. It doesn’t really matter to me.”
Gray was able to put 2 and 2 together, because he’s not an idiot. I admit it.
“You’re an angel,” he asked, wanting confirmation of his suspicion.
“Yeah.” Then 2 seconds later she gave a quick, awkward curtsy.
At the moment, she looked like a normal, sexy, albeit neurotic, shawty, so he wondered if she was also using some kind of glamour to hide her true appearance.
“Show me,” he said.
“Wha….” She looked a little apprehensive and confused.
“I want to see what you really look like.”
She laughed awkwardly in embarrassment.
“O- okay.” Then started sliding the strap of her dress off her shoulders.
“No,” he said, almost apologetically. “That’s not what I meant.” Dude, shut up. She’s trying to show you the goods. Small as they may be.
“Oh,” she said quietly, looking very close to disappointed, as she put her straps back up.
“I mean drop your glamour spell, or whatever the angel version is.”
“Oh, you mean the wings and halo and… stuff.” Her fingertips picked at each other nervously. “You see… we’re more like shape-shifters. I mean, we can manipulate our energy to take on different appearances. Our ‘true’ form,” holding up finger quotations, “is just basically light to you. And it would blind you. I mean completely. Not just seeing spots for a while. Literally burn-out-your-retinas blind.”
He didn’t want his retinas burned out, today.
“And she might die,” Angel said, quickly pointing at the demon. “But I’m not entirely sure.”
Yeah, let’s not kill the sexy demon girl. Gray had several questions, but since he’s been down this road before, he had a better idea of what direction to go.
“Why are you here,” he asked, calmly and politely, but with some effort.
“Ah. Right. I’m actually on a similar mission as her, but the other way around. You’re gonna want backstory, aren’t you,” she asked, pointing to him. She had very active hands.
He said nothing, but let her speak. She began pacing slowly back and forth perpendicular to her standing position, but only a very short distance, and she kept picking at her fingertips.
“I’m sort of a… defective angel. You know how I said we’re energy? Well, I’m an unstable energy. When I told you humans can’t pronounce my name, it was true, because our ‘names’ are vibrational frequencies, and since I’m unstable, it’s like my name constantly changes, so basically, it’s almost impossible for me to be useful in heaven, because I kinda can’t be… identified by the other angels, but I did manage to attain stability long enough to beg for a chance to prove myself, and so my assignment is to ‘save your soul’, as the humans say.”
Gray and the demon just stared in awe of Angel’s lung capacity. Raise your hand if you immediately thought of blowjobs. Gray appreciated the info dump, tho. He also appreciated that she stopped pacing.
“Okay,” Gray broke the silence, “so why were you invisible in my room?”
Her eyes darted all over the place.
“Right. That. I was… kinda… watching you two.”
“Because…,” Gray guided.
“Because I get the best stability when I’m… aroused. Oh, god, that’s the fucking best stability,” she said with a heavy exhale.
“How long have you been watching?”
“I don’t know, maybe 4 days.”
So, she popped in a few days after the demon. And just peeped. She’s a voyeur. I dig it.
“I’m certainly not going to claim to know how the heaven stuff works, but it doesn’t sound like you’re trying to ‘save my soul’.”
“I knoooow,” she winced. “I’m so bad at that. Trust me; this isn’t what I had in mind when I wanted an opportunity to prove myself. I was hoping for something like guardian angel… forasexaddict,” she inserted speedily, “but, I mean, yeah, maybe angeling just isn’t my thing. I’ve kinda abandoned the assignment.” She suddenly looked despondent. “I think they were just trying to get rid of me anyway. Busy work, so I wouldn’t bother them.”
He felt bad for her. The demon did too. The demon’s been quiet for a really long time. I miss her.
“Aw, now….” Weak, dude. Yeah, he’s not good at comforting strangers that feel bad…. Or people he knows, that feel bad.
“It’s alright,” she tried to smile. “I’m pretty much free to do what I want.” Who are you trying to convince?
He had a sense of where this was going, so he quickly weighed some pros and cons, and, quite frankly, had a hard time finding many cons.
“You wanna stay here?” That perked her up.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m guessing you don’t need to eat or sleep, either?”
“If I give myself a body that needs it, then I will, but I don’t have a reason to do that. I can be intangible even. You don’t even have to know I exist… hypothetically.”
“That’s- that’s okay. You can… BE here.”
“Thank you!” She rushed to hug him. A little too long. And then started rubbing his butt while smiling. And then pressed his dick against her stomach. “Mmmm.”
“Okay, okay.” He gently pushed her away by her shoulders. Her hands fidgeted, really wanting to pull his shorts down, but she restrained herself.
She wants the D, dude. Give it to her. But he doesn’t, of course. If I had eyes, I’d be rolling them. Instead, he wants to spend the day at home with her, getting a better feel of personality and capabilities.
She actually did calm down a little more, once the caught-red-handed atmosphere had dissipated. He established a ground rule of no being invisible in the house, unless instructed.
They all sat on the sofa, and she elaborated on her shape-changing, which sounded very promising, since she could be literally anything. He didn’t say anything at the time, but the idea of her becoming a little winged fairy appealed to him. And by “appealed to him”, I mean made him horny.
He asked why she chose her current form, and she explained that it was easier to maintain arousal as “mostly female”. She was turned on as easily as a male, but could masturbate indefinitely. And being shorter let her fit into hiding places easier. Oh, and wait ’til you hear about the halo, thing.
“Sometimes angels backlit their heads for effect. Depending on what specifically may have been best in the situation, they might manifest a physical ring that could light up. Like a circle light with a dimmer knob. So that’s where that stereotype got it’s start, but I discovered something very interesting about them. Or at least mine”
“What’s that,” he asked.
“You know that thing where you run your finger around the rim of a bowl or glass, and it sings?”
“Yeah.”
She gave coy smile and leaned back, making a halo appear above her head.
“Go around back and try it.” She closed her eyes and settled in comfortably as he went to stand behind the sofa.
“Do I need to wet my finger?”
“No,” then with a sudden more serious and horny tone, “but please do.” ‘Cos she kinky. Which was not lost on him, but he had no problem with it, so he soaked his finger before placing the tip lightly on the golden hoop, which caused her to let out a quiet, shuddered sigh of pleasure.
He started circling the ring slowly, but gradually increased speed until he heard a quiet hum, and Angel’s breathing changed.
“Faster,” she said, so he increased the speed slightly. She was trying to keep still, but her hands and feet betrayed her desire to writhe. “A little faster.”
He went slightly faster, and the hum was slightly louder. It was not the singing that the bowls and glasses did, but it was obvious that some kind of vibration was occurring, and it was somehow bringing her a considerable amount of pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Right there.” She exhaled gently and her body relaxed. “Fuuu….” It was almost as if she was a robot that shut down. Her mouth hung open.
“What’s going on,” Gray asked, after about 15 seconds of her inactivity.
“She’s drooling,” the demon replied.
“What?” He was not sure if he should stop or not.
“Yeah, like, a lot, now. You might want to stop.”
Unsure whether or not an abrupt stop would be wise, he opted to slow down gradually, hoping to ease her out of whatever trance this was. When she started moving, he stopped and hurried around to the front.
She started moaning and slid right, in what seemed like a controlled fall, because she lifted her feet up into the demon’s lap, pulled her dress up to her hips and started circling her clit.
“Ooh. What’s she doing,” the demon asked, eyes glued to Angel’s crotch. “Is she doing a handjob?”
Gray was half distracted, himself, but he managed a reply.
“No. When you do it to yourself it’s called masturbating, but basically, yeah.”
The demon eased out from under Angel’s feet and knelt on the floor for a closer look. Gray had finished pitching a tent, and was absent-mindedly massaging his bulge. The demon noticed.
“Oh. You want me to do another handjob?”
Still half distracted, he pulled his dick out.
“No. I got this one.”
The demon looked back and forth between the two, completely fascinated. When Gray released some pre-cum and spread it around, Angel seemed to sense it. Her eyes were still closed, but her head slowly turned toward him, and then she sniffed a few times.
She slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw him, she started working faster and moaning. This excited Gray further, and when he was nearly about to cum, Angel urgently pulled the demon’s face toward Gray and tried pulling down her chin.
The demon was confuse, but went along, although not understanding that she was supposed to hold her mouth open, but Gray opened it for her, and Angel watched him shoot several streams into her mouth, which brought Angel to her own orgasm.
The demon’s eyes were directed sideways to watch Angel twitch and pant. When Gray was finished, the demon swallowed without a thought, and then gave Angel her full attention.
“Amazing,” the demon said, smiling.
“Oh, yeah,” Angel agreed. “That oughta last me a while.” She seemed almost like a different person. She was the calmest either Gray or the demon had ever seen her.
“What happened,” Gray finally asked.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific, sweetie.” Angel ran a finger down the front of Gray’s hip, let out a weak chuckle, and then brought her other hand up to suck her juices from her fingers.
“I mean that trance you were in from the halo thing.”
“Can I taste,” the demon requested.
“Absolutely.” Angel wet her finger between her legs again and held them out to the demon, who took them into her mouth exactly as she had seen Angel do it. “That was me fully stabilized. I mean FULLY stabilized. In every sense. Not only was my vibration steady, but I was experiencing nothing but that. Mmm, you tuned me, baby.”
“Wow. That tastes so good,” the demon said.
“Heh, heh, heh.” Angel looked slyly up to Gray. “I can make the best cum you’ll ever taste.” Gray’s eyebrows raised, feeling slightly intimidate, yet enticed. “I could ruin you.” Gray felt very intimidate by the grin that followed.
“Okay,” he said, putting his limp dick back in his shorts. “Let’s none of us do any ruining.
“Can you teach me how to masturbate,” the demon asked Angel.
“I’d rather watch him teach you, but I can mix things up a little, if you want.” She redirected her eyes to Gray. “I like to watch,” she said in a lower voice. He was gonna need some time to get used to this Angel.
So, here’s the skinny. When she’s “tuned”, she achieves stability, but it’s not permanent. She gradually loses that stability, although being horny and masturbating can slow down the decay significantly. Beyond a certain point, it can even reverse the decay, but the re-stabilization, by that method, can get her only to a certain point.
Because Gray and the demon had not done anything sexual for the several days that Angel was there, she destabilized more quickly than she usually does. That’s why she was nutso. That and getting caught was like a surge of destabilization, but more like a trailer fishtailing. At that point, it was not too unlike a human going off the handle for a minute. But still being nutso after.
Anyway, back to business. Gray was having some non-sexual fun on the computer, Angel was very happy to just lounge on the sofa and touch herself, and the demon couldn’t decide whether or not she wanted to watch TV or Angel. It was like this for a few hours, and- no, I need to say this. Why the fuck am I still having to call the demon “the demon”? Give her a fucking name, Gray. It’s been over a week. Fuck.
Better not just name her “Demon”, either. For fuck’s sake, it’s dumb enough that I’m having to call an angel “Angel” as a name. I mean, I get that he hasn’t needed to actually address her by name, yet, but he’s not the fucking narrator. I’m the one that’s gotta do this shit.
Alright, I guess I’m done with my rant. Just needed to get that off my… figurative chest. It wasn’t fair to you, as the reader, so I’ll just skip to the next sexy part. Cool?
I can’t actually hear or see you, by the way. Nevermind.
Angel had led… the demon… by the hand into the bedroom and shut the door, which made Gray curious, but he leg it go. The two girls sat on the bed and Angel gave the demon a crash course in sucking dick, but demonstrated on the demon’s finger. Then the demon gave it a try on Angel’s finger.
Angel told her to incorporate some the handjob stuff into it, and then told the demon her plan.
From Gray’s perspective, he was just suddenly nude, as he sat at his computer desk. When he realized it, he tried to back up his rolling chair, but Angel blocked him.
“What the-”
“How about you just stay right there, sweetie,” he said, resting her chin on his shoulder and reaching under his arms from the back to rub his bare chest.
Suddenly he felt hands running up his thighs, which made him jump in his seat, and he wanted to see what it was, but Angel was deceptively strong, so he was basically trapped in place. The hands, which he presumed belonged to the demon, wrapped around his dick. He thought he was getting another handjob, but then he felt a mouth.
That pretty much destroyed his resistance, and then he automatically leaned back, in as much as he could, by sliding his butt forward in the seat to give the demon the fullest access. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed it.
One of Angel’s hands left him, and maybe 30 seconds later, he heard sounds of her enjoying herself. He was getting closer to his end, and he really wanted to hold the demon’s head, but obviously could not get to it. Instead, one hand reached back and held Angel’s head, while the other pressed flat down spread on the top of the desk.
The demon’s warm, wet mouth slid back and forth along him, and her hand twisted the bottom half of his shaft, until he finally let loose against her tongue.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, and his body convulsed. A moment later, Angel pulled him and his chair back far enough to let the demon crawl out from under the desk.
“Show us,” Angel said, and then the naked demon opened her mouth to reveal his collected semen. She moved her open mouth closer until it was about a foot from his face, then she swallowed and opened again to prove it. The demon smiled, pleased that she had performed her new skill well, and then Angel whispered into his ear. “How about you return the favor.”
He debated it, like a chump, but for only a few seconds, so not too bad, I guess.
Angel released him as he got up and led the demon by the hand into the bedroom. He laid her down, spread her legs and laid on his stomach, face-in. Angel laid naked on the bed next to the demon and played with herself while watching Gray explore the pink demon pussy.
Both Gray and Angel occasionally looked to the demon’s face to see her reactions to this entirely new experience.
“Have you never played with yourself before,” Gray asked.
“No- I mean, yeah. Never,” the demon replied between unsteady breaths.
“All those years alone, and never once thought to try it out,” he pressed. She just shook her head no. Then he started getting his tongue involved, which kicked the demon up a notch. She tasted wonderful.
When he started to insert his finger, Angel did the same to herself, trying to elevate in synch with the demon.
Gray was enjoying himself, but his rock hard dick pressing into the mattress was starting to feel the urge to press into that pussy. Since the demon was in no condition to provide any coherent responses, he asked Angel.
“Can a human get a demon pregnant?”
Angel moved the hand from her erect nipple to the demon’s forehead and held it there a moment.
“She doesn’t know,” Angel informed, not without her own difficultly speaking. “I’ve never heard of it happening, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not in the loop on a lot.”
Given what happened at his desk, he suspected that Angel was able to manipulate his mind, so maybe she could help him here.
“Is there anything you can do to me to keep me from cumming inside her, just in case? To make sure I can hold out until I pull out?”
“Yeah,” she panted, then put a finger on his forehead. He felt nothing, but she pulled away. “Okay. Go for it.”
He left the demon’s pussy long enough to raise her legs into the air. She looked at him with glassy eyes, confused as to what he was doing, and then she let out a moan as he pushed into her slowly.
He gradually increased his speed, the demon was lost in pleasure, and Angel was moaning along. Soon, the demon’s constant moan was vibrating with his pounding, until that moan became a squeal. He let her legs down and thrust slowly in her inner grip, and her legs shook, followed shortly by Angel.
Gray could feel his orgasm being unnaturally suspended. He pulled out, and then he suddenly exploded across the demon’s stomach as he cranked his shaft.
The suspension felt bizarre, but the after-effect was amazing from it being so unexpected.
Angel was the first to recover. She leaned over and sniffed Gray’s streaks, before licking and suck them up for herself, then went back to clean the demon more thoroughly. Once she was clean, Angel deeply inhaled the left-over scent
“Ohhhh, I love that smell. The after-scent of cum and saliva combined. Come smell it,” she instructed.
He dropped his face into the pale flesh of the demon’s belly and sniffed. It was beautiful. He had to smell it several times to think of a way to accurately describe it.
“Comfort,” he finally said. “It smells like absolute comfort.”
“Yeah,” Angel agreed. “That’s it perfectly.”
Gray moved up the warm and heaving body to see how the demon was fairing. Her eyes still had a slight glassy look, but they stared into his. Her face was desperate to express this feeling that was foreign to her. Words failed her. She did not know what action was appropriate.
The only thing that made sense was to wrap her arms around him and hold him as tightly as she could. And all he could do was hug her in return.
After a moment, he tried to pull away, but she held firm.
“Um….” He didn’t want to force her off, or even say anything that would suggest that he necessarily wanted her to let go. He pushed up from the mattress, and she remained attached. “Okay….”
He rolled over to lay on his back, carrying her with him, putting her on top. For the moment, this was fine. He looked over to Angel, who what smiling at him and slowly stroking between her legs.
“I get that there’s nothing I can do to actually stop you, so I’m not going to be dumb enough to order it, but I’m not keen on you manipulating my mind without my knowledge or permission.” She said nothing. “The thing at the desk was… admittedly nice, and I do have some appreciation for it, but I’d just rather you didn’t do stuff like that in the future. Okay?” She remained silent, which began to worry Gray, but then she spoke.
“I can promise that I won’t do anything that will cause you harm. Angels are forbidden to kill or harm any human without specific orders, and it’s been a very long time since any such order has been given.”
He understood that angels don’t live by the same rules as humans, so he accepted this, hoping that she would simply be considerate of his wishes.
“You okay,” he asked the demon, gently rubbing up and down her back.
“Yeah,” she replied timidly.
“You ready to get up?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know what else to do.”
He was trying not to feel too proud of himself. In some respects, this was a dream come true for him, but he knew it was a problem. He tried to put himself in her position, to see if he could talk her down.
“Are you afraid I’ll abandon you?”
“No.”
That made him more curious.
“Can you look at me?” She would have to raise up to face him, so maybe this indirect approach would work.
“I don’t think so,” she said after a pause.
“I can’t kiss you if you can’t look at me.”
“Kiss?”
“Yep. I’d very much like to kiss you, if that’s alright.”
“Yeah, I would like to do that.” It took a moment, but she eventually relaxed and slowly pushed up enough to face him and purse her lips. She looked a little silly doing it, especially with her eyes open, but Gray refrained from chuckling.
“No. No,” he said gently brushing his fingers over her lips. “Relax. Close your eyes. I’ll start and you just do what feels natural without thinking about it. Don’t worry about doing it a certain way.”
When her eyes closed, he held the sides of her face and guided her closer. He started giving her lower lip small kisses, then gradually built up to deeper ones, and she started responding in kind. Soon enough, he was getting lost in it.
Without fully realizing it, he moved a hand down to her breast and squeezed. His dick began to press against her lower abdomen, and she unconsciously wriggled against it.
He parted from her and guided her to sit up. She looked from him to his rod that sprung up in front of her groin, and then back at him.
“You remember where that went,” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said, moving a hand to her pussy and slowly rubbing.
He held her hips and started raising her, and then she understood and helped. She eased forward until she was over him, then lowered, poking him against her a few times, until she realized that it would work better if she spread herself open. She slid down slowly, with a gasp, and had to support herself with her hands on his chest.
She sat fully on him until her mind was clear enough to begin raising her hips again. She moved on her own, at her own pace. He massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples. Once she was of a mind to, she bent over to kiss again as she continued fucking him.
She rose again. He watched her massage her own breast with one hand, while the other reached back and grabbed his upper thigh. Her closed eyes were directed slightly to the side, and her mouth hung open as she breathed and softly moaned in time with her motion. She looked magnificent, so fully enthralled.
She suddenly fell forward, her hands returning to his chest for support, and sitting firmly on him, she vibrated with a soft orgasm. When she finally looked into his eyes, he sat up and kissed her deeply, eventually bringing her along as he lay back down.
“That was beautiful,” Angel said, quietly. “Now suck him off, again.”
The demon lifted off, crawled backward, and then enveloped him once again. Her eyes were locked with Gray’s, until his closed and his hips rose.
“Oh, god,” he exhaled as he unloaded into her mouth again.
The demon withdrew, taking everything with her, and swallowed with a soft smile. Angel moved to sniff up and down Gray’s shaft, but was a little disappointed.
“She did that a little too cleanly,” she said, smiling nonetheless.
Gray and the demon showered, while Angel stood against the wall watching, then they spent the rest of the day watching TV and playing games.
That night, Gray and the demon slept while Angel stood aside and watched them all night, like a creepy stalker.
The next day was Gray’s last day off for the week, and he decided he wanted to take the girls out for a change of pace. Angel preferred to stay barefoot, but she agreed to give herself shoes if they went anywhere that required them. The demon had only the one outfit to begin with, but Gray wanted to get her something different.
The demon was mostly ambivalent since demons didn’t care much for fashion outside of what front they might need to put up for humans, but she was happy to do it if it made Gray happy.
Initially, Gray was nervous, because he could clearly see that the demon was, in fact, a demon, but the longer they were out, the more it sunk in that the glamour spell was working.
They went to a store and browsed. Angel periodically whispering into the demon’s ear. Gray didn’t know it, but Angel was giving the demon little suggestions for sexy things to do to, and for, Gray, including making use of her tail. The demon, WHO SILL HASN’T BEEN GIVEN A FUCKING NAME, always either smiled, giggled, or blushed, making Gray wonder if he should be worried.
The demon was not terribly helpful for shopping, but everyone eventually agreed on a simple, black, short summer dress and a pair of black flats. Gray thought she looked amazing. Angel liked it because it made public quickies more efficient, but she kept that motive secret. She convinced the demon to leave her panties off, for the rest of the day.
When Gray got hungry, he wanted to go to a restaurant. He asked both the girls to go ahead and eat, even though they had no need, so he could have the experience, and so it wouldn’t look weird to the staff and other patrons. But he told them to limit it to something cheap. He even suggested they share a meal. Dude….
Gray took the scenic route home, and along the way, Angel leaned up from the back seat and whispered into the demon’s ear. The demon smiled and Angel sat back, also smiling, which made Gray wonder what was about to happen.
The demon rotated about 45 degrees toward Gray and raised her right foot up to the seat. Her short dress was still covering her crotch, then Gray suddenly saw her tail snake around her thigh from below and disappear under the loose material. He could guess what was happening. He looked in the rear view mirror at Angel, who gave him a wink as she rubbed herself.
The demon’s pale skin eventually took on a slightly pinker hue, and her face and breathing made it obvious that she was pleasuring herself with her tail, in some way, and he REALLY wanted to know exactly what that way was. He took an unplanned turn to get to a dirt road, that he knew hardly ever got any traffic, and then pulled over to the side in a shady spot.
He turned off the car, unbuckled, and slowly reached for the hem of the dress, bringing a smile to the demon’s face. He lifted the material to find her fleshy tail moving in and out of her pussy, occasionally doing a sort of small coil that rotated the end inside her.
The demon beckoned him closer with a finger, so he leaned over. The tail pulled out, raised into the air and pointed at him, glistening and dripping. He leaned in further and took it into his mouth. Her breath shuddered, so he began massaging the end with his tongue, which caused her to jump a little in her seat. The smell of her swollen pussy hit him, then he stopped and pulled away.
“Get out,” he said, smiling as he turned to exit his door.
Then demon and Angel followed, meeting Gray at the back of the car, where he turned the demon around, bent her over the trunk, lifted her dress and gave her a few licks while unfastening his pants.
He wet his cock with her juices and then plunged into her. As he thrust, he put her tail in his mouth and toyed with it, which elevated her excitement. And then there was something he wanted to try.
He began gently chewing on it, and she let out a scream of pleasure in response. Taking care not to get overly excited and bite too hard, he gnawed on her tail while pumping her, and she could barely control herself.
Her dialogue was nothing more than single consonants and vowels with erratic breaths and a writhing torso.
“Fucking helllll,” Angel exclaimed, from the side, slightly hunched over jack-hammering two fingers in and out of her own pussy.
The demon banged on the trunk, let out a long cry, and then Gray felt a flood of liquid practically force him out. He backed up and a gush exploding onto him. She convulsed and another gush left him covered. There was then a third, weaker one, and then she collapsed onto the trunk lid, panting heavily.
“Holy shit,” the demon barely got out.
“I never knew they could do that,” Angel said, in complete shock with both hands at the sides of her mouth. She began bouncing with excitement. “Oh my god, that was so amazing. There’s so much. You look like someone dumped an entire bucket of water on you. I love it.”
Angel stopped, sniffed the air, then wiped some off of Gray’s thigh with her finger. She sniffed that sample with a curious look on her face. “Hmm.” She then sucked her finger dry and explored what the liquid had to offer her. “Fascinating,” she said to herself.
Gray was simply frozen in both awe and the fact that his pants around his ankles were now soaking wet. The demon turned around with a rather predatory look in her eyes and came at him, attacking his mouth with a ferocious kiss, eventually pulling back with his lower lip between her teeth. She released his lip then let out a breathy chuckle that made him slightly scared.
The combination of everything had killed his boner. Fortunately, he had a towel in the trunk, so he let the demon dry off her spatter and drippings, then he laid it out over his seat and drove straight home for a shower, making a mental note to never do that anywhere in the house, except for maybe the bath.
The demon was much more touchy-feely with Gray for the remainder of the day. She was not her usual passive, innocent self, and she seemed to take liking to nibbling on him. The idea crossed his mind that he may have awakened a bloodlust in her, but she hadn’t even come close to breaking the skin, so he decided not to worry about it, for the moment.
That night, as Gray and the demon were getting into bed, she guided him to lay down, and then climbed on top of him, straddling his lower abdomen, facing him. This was the first time she’d ever taken the lead, which left him both excited and apprehensive.
She experienced an awakening of some kind, because she maintained a lascivious smile as she ran her hands up and down his torso. She ground her pussy into him, supporting herself on his chest, and then, staring into each other’s eyes, he suddenly felt her tail wrap around his hard cock.
His gasp and momentarily-widened eyes amused the demon, who began manipulating his dick in ways a hand could not. He wished he could see it in action, because he could not imagine what it was doing to feel that way. As a consolation, he did get a magnificent view of her sticky strands of cream every time she lifted slightly while grinding.
She sat up and squeezed a breast with one hand while rapidly circling her clit with the other, evidently having figured masturbation out. Gray escalated seeing and hearing her undulate, pant and moan, and then he unloaded into the air.
Feeling his hot cum pour down over her tail pushed the demon over the edge.
“Aaahhhhnnnnnnnn.” It was a relatively soft orgasm.
She lifted her hips, sliding her gripping tail up and off his length, and then he saw it appear from between her legs and hover over his stomach. She directed the end of it into her mouth, to suck it clean. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered a few seconds before pulling it back out. Using one hand, she grasped it near his belly and then slid up, scraping the cum off her tail onto her encircling thumb and index finger, which she then licked clean.
Angel, who had been masturbating next to them, leaned over and the demon ran the end of her tail under Angel’s nose, letting her sniff the after-scent. Angel gave the tip and teasing lick before backing away.
Gray wanted to ask the demon about this abnormal behavior, but he was kinda scared to. He didn’t want to risk her feeling like she was doing something weird or wrong, but also because he was a little afraid of what the answer might be.
The demon milked the remaining cum from his waning erection with her mouth, and then lay down between Gray and Angel, who then got up to turn out the light for them. Angel watched them eventually fall asleep, and then she moved closer, placing a fingertip on the demon’s forehead.
The demon’s dream played out in Angel’s mind. Gray lounging across the sofa, with the demon wrapped in his arms, and both blissfully napping. Angel smiled at the scene, and looked around. Hovering at the ceiling was a menacing eye ball staring and dripping blood from the bottom. Angel lost her smile, but observed a while longer to see if anything was going to happen. Nothing did, so she withdrew and placed a finger on Gray’s forehead next.
In Gray’s dream, he was using his computer, and it suddenly crashed. He couldn’t reboot it, so he sat on the sofa to watch TV, but when he pressed the power button on the remote, it burst like a bubble leaving an acidic gel splattered everywhere. In pain, he dropped the remote and smeared the gel, stuck to his finger, off onto the sofa cushion. He then hurried to the bathroom to wash the burn, but the water was immediately too hot and it wouldn’t shut off.
Angel groaned in displeasure. She didn’t want him having a bad dream, so she decided to tweak it a little. She didn’t want to fabricate a dream for him: only guide him into a better mindset. She made his sweet demon come up behind him, and run her hand down a bicep. He turned to see her smiling, and she then took his injured finger into her mouth, sucked on it until it was healed, and then hugged him. After releasing she gave him a sweet smile, and then Angel let Gray’s subconscious take over again.
The rest of the dream was fairly pleasant, in comparison, but then Angel, placed her other finger onto the demon’s forehead again, and gradually synched their dreams with each other. The demon’s mind calming Gray’s until they were aligned. She disconnected from both of them, and let the dreams play out as they would, eventually diverging from each other, but remaining pleasant.
Now, one thing to remember is that Angel was not there when the demon told Gray about them being spied on, but Angel was also not a fool… relatively speaking, so she knew that there was some kind of demonic threat to their happy threesome, and that she was going to have to keep her eyes open.
The next morning, Gray got up to get ready for work, and, as usual, the demon woke up with him. By all accounts, she seemed to be back to her old self. She put on her panties and short T-shirt and watched TV on the sofa. Gray was both relieved and disappointed. But mostly relieved.
“Hey, I wanna tag along and practice being a guardian angel,” Angel said to Gray. It was technically true, or else she would not have been able to say it, but she also wanted to genuinely make sure nothing happened to him, considering what she saw in the demon’s dream.
Gray was not thrilled with the idea, but she said she’d stay invisible and intangible the entire time that she was with him, unless some kind of emergency required her to do otherwise, so he agreed. What she did not tell him is that she would be periodically teleporting to check on the demon as well. Gray, being a human, was her only official priority, but what may happen to the demon was relevant to him, and, quite frankly, Angel just liked the girl.
This went on for several days, prompting Gray to ask, on a drive home from work, if she ever got bored.
“Angels don’t get bored,” she explained. “We are eternal. Only mortal beings get bored.”
“Is that why…. Holy shit. She still doesn’t have a name.”
WHAT?!? WHA-HAAAT?!? HE FINALLY NOTICED!!! GOD, THANK YOU!!! FUCKING HELL, NAME HER!!!
“So, what comes to mind, for you,” Angel asked.
Come on, man. Something good.
“Nothing really.”
Come on, dude. Think. Think.
“We’re just calling you Angel.” No. Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t. You. Fucking. “Might as well call her Demon.”
FUCK YOU!!! FUCK!!! YOU, YOU COMPLETE ASS!!! Oh, if I had hands and feet, I swear…. God, dammit.
“Demon, it is,” Angel said, and fuck you, too, bitch. “And, not quite. Demons can live indefinitely, but they are not eternal, but for all intents and purposes, yeah. That’s why she doesn’t get bored, either.”
“Huh. I guess that’s good. I guess that’s why she can watch TV non-stop.”
“Yep.”
When they got home, and Gray had changed into his comfortable clothes, and sat down next to… the demon, and shared the… “good” news.
“Since we have an angel named Angel, how do you feel about being named Demon,” he asked.
Yes! There’s still a chance. Come on, girl. Don’t put up with that nonsense.
“That’s fine.” Fuck.
Fuck it. I’m done. Her name’s Demon. I don’t give a shit, anymore.
“Let’s do something special to celebrate,” Angel proposed.
“Anything in mind,” Gray asked.
“Yeah, but it’s a surprise.” Angel lifted her nose and sniffed the air. “But first, let’s get you into your dress,” she said to Demon. “Something’s coming that you’re gonna wanna see.” She dragged her into the bedroom to change clothes, leaving Gray confused on the sofa. He sniffed the air quizzically, but it revealed nothing.
Angel and Demon eventually returned to the sofa and sat down, continuing to watch TV.
“What are we doing,” confused Gray asked.
“Waiting,” Angel replied. A subtly terrifying thing to hear from a being that never gets bored. Shouldn’t be more than about 15 minutes.” Gray let out an internal sigh of relief and leaned back to watch TV with them.
After roughly 15 minutes had passed, Gray heard the low rumble of distant thunder. He glanced out the window to see dark sky.
“Finally. A break from the heat,” he said to himself.
A couple of rumbles later, Demon looked curiously at nothing in particular. Gray looked curiously at her, and Angel grinned.
Suddenly there was a loud rumble, and a few seconds later, Demon’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped in an open-mouth smile, and she ecstatically leapt for the front door, throwing it open and running outside, barefoot.
Gray followed her out, with Angel trailing behind. Demon was standing in the middle of the sidewalk looking all around the sky.
“Is it gonna rain,” she asked, excitedly.
“Looks like it,” Gray said, smiling at her joy.
“About another minute,” Angel said.
“I’ve never seen rain for real,” Demon confessed. “Only on TV. It doesn’t rain in hell.”
Soon, it started to sprinkle, and Demon put her palms and face up. Seconds later, the downpour kicked in, and Gray thought he’d never seen a face so full of wonder and joy.
“It’s like the world is taking a shower,” Demon exclaimed, amidst shrieks and laughter. She reached for the hem of her dress and began pulling it up.
“No! No.” Gray rushed to stay her hands, looking around to see if anyone was outside to witness it.
No one’s around, dude. Let the girl get naked.
“Not in public,” Gray warned.
“Oh, right,” Demon remembered, and went back to enjoying the rain, clothed.
Fuck you again, Gray.
After about 10 minutes, it was starting to get a little old for Gray.
“She’s not gonna stop until the rain does, is she,” he asked Angel.
“Probably not,” Angel replied.
“Anything you can do about that?”
“I can pause you until it’s over.”
“What is that exactly?”
“Kinda like what I did to you at the desk a while back, but you just stand here and look happy. It’ll be a short time skip for you. No big deal.”
“Okay, but is there a way you can let me have the memory of watching her during that time.?”
“Slightly more complicated, but yeah.”
“Go for it.”
Angel touched his forehead, and the next thing he knew the rain was barely a sprinkle and Demon was rushing towards him with open arms.
“That was amazing,” Demon said, crashing into him with a hug.
“Hey, it was my plan,” Angel said, playfully. Demon released Gray and moved to her.
“Thank you,” Demon said, bending over to hug her.
“Part 2 comes later,” Angel said, giving Demon a little slap on the ass. Demon let out a short cry of surprise, then laughed. Gray wondered what was in store.
Thoroughly drenched, they all went back inside, to the kitchen, so none of the carpet would get wet. Gray peeled off his shirt, and pushed off his shorts and underwear. He took moment to notice that Angel’s small mounds of breasts were peaked by hard nipples under her tight, white dress, and he became aroused.
Angel noticed and beckoned Demon down to whisper into her ear. Demon smiled at the message and then walked around behind Angel, grabbed the hem of her dress, and slowly peeled it up, revealing her body to Gray.
He’d seen her pussy plenty of times, but the dress continued up to give him a first look at her breasts. He was momentarily stunned. Small, but perfectly shaped, with areola slightly darker than her tanned skin.
Driven by a deep urge, he lifted her up onto the counter and took one into his mouth. Small and rigid against his tongue, he suckled and nibbled it. Angel lightly stroked the back of his head, and Demon happily watched, in a strange role reversal.
Gray kissed down her body, pulling her to the edge of the counter by her hips and she opened her legs wide to him. A single drop appeared at the bottom of her tight, hairless and swollen slit, and he scooped it up with his tongue before attacking her with his mouth.
Angel’s eyes shut and she fell backward, but Demon caught her and gave her support while playing with the girl’s nipples and giving her sweet kisses.
Gray raised up, worked the head of his dick into her, then pulled her off of the counter by her thighs and impaled her completely. They both moaned, and after a few seconds, he started raising and lowering her repeatedly.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said.
“I can be… as tight as you… want,” she said between moans.
He started thrusting his hips up and bouncing her rapidly. She held the back of his neck securely and let out a long, bumpy moan that grew higher and louder as he moved faster, until it became a short scream. Her body seized, but he kept pounding in her now tighter grip.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” she exhaled, throwing her head back. “Yes. Keep going.” She seized again, and that was as much as he could take.
“Gaaahhhh,” he grunted, firing several streams deeply into her, as she hugged to him. His legs threatened to give out, so he brought her to the kitchen table to lay her down and collapse on top of her, breathing heavily into her shoulder. “Fuck. You’ve been holding out on me.”
“That was pretty fucking awesome, but I still prefer watching,” she said quietly into his ear. “Although Demon’s surprise was going to be the exception. Go lay down. You need to recover. We’ll be in there in a sec.”
Gray reluctantly slid out of her and turned to give Demon a big kiss on his way to the bedroom.
Demon walked over to Angel, who was pushing herself up into a sitting position.
“Wow. Was that your first time? I mean, I know you’ve been around a long time, but since you prefer watching….”
“Actually, it was.” She looked down at Gray’s cum leaking out of her pussy onto the table. “I had something else in mind, but it’s fine. You want that?”
“Sure,” Demon said, bending over to suck it up. Angel pushed more out, for her, and then Demon licked the rest from Angel’s sticky lips. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, yet.” Angel hopped off of the table. “Let’s go. Why are you still wearing that,” she added, tugging at Demon’s dress. Demon peeled it off and they both went to the bedroom.
Every part of Gray was relaxing on the bed, when the two girls entered.
“See if you can get him back to working order,” Angel instructed Demon, who gladly climbed across the foot of the bed and up to Gray’s limp noodle. Demon was half-way to sitting when Angel lifted her ass back into the air, keeping Demon on all fours.
Gray felt like he was missing out again, because he couldn’t see what Angel was doing, but he still had a nice view of Demon’s suspended tits, which he reached out to play with as Demon pick up his floppy and played with it. Demon suddenly gasped, blushed, and looked back at Angel for a moment.
Unseen by Gray, Angel had turned an index finger into a tapered tendril and eased it into Demon’s asshole. She peeked around at Gray, smiling at his arousal from Demon’s reactions and Angel worked deeper into her. She slowly expanded her digit, stretching the hole wider, feeling it tense and release around her.
Gray happened to be looking between Demon’s legs and was surprised to see a narrow penis start to grow downward behind her. Angel then stood on the bed, held Demon’s ass, shot some precum into the pulsing hole, and then pushed her new dick in slowly. Demon’s mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, and her back arched down.
Demon lightly moaned as Angel stroked in and out, gradually widening the circumference of her dick until it was roughly the same girth as Gray’s. Angel guided Demon to move further up onto Gray, and Gray could figure out what was going on, by that point.
He pushed into Demon’s pussy, and he and Angel began pumping in alternating directions. Demon was enthralled by the feeling of two dicks moving through her at the same time. The tightness. The fullness. Even Gray experienced the unusual tightness, which excited him further, much faster than he expected.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. Angel quickly reached to touch his forehead, to keep him from cumming, and the sudden thrust brought a cry of pleasure from Demon. Suspended in that moment’s experience, Gray’s eyes rolled back as he continued pumping. Trapped on the edge of an orgasm that he wasn’t able to achieve.
It was torturous pleasure, and the only thing he could think to do was pump faster. Demon started moaning and panting loudly until she came, shaking but managing to keep herself in position as both continued. Seconds later, another orgasm hit her, buckling her elbows until it had passed. Soon a third one had her crying out.
“I can’t take anymore,” Gray struggled to say.
Angel quickly pulled Demon off of Gray’s dick, which promptly shot an impressive rope of white high enough to land on Demon all the way from face to belly. Angel pulled out and held Demon in place, as Gray convulsed but having no more load to shoot. Soon, he lay there unable to move beyond heavy breathing.
Angel reached around and slowly smeared Gray’s cum all over Demon’s face, chest, and stomach, before working her clit to a fourth orgasm. When Demon finally stopped moving, she guided her body down to lay beside Gray, and then she sat aside, staring at them both with a self-satisfied grin.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Demon and Gray fell unconscious, and after a moment to revel in her success, she crouched over Demon and began licking up all of the smeared cum before it dried, then spent several hours deeply sniffing up and down Demon’s body while masturbating, sans dick.
“Ohhh, that’s my kind of party,” she said to herself. She covered them both, and then ensured they would sleep until morning.
When the alarm sounded, Gray shot up like he was spring-loaded.
“Wha the fuck wazzat,” he exclaimed, looking around confused.
“Hey,” Angel said, from the other side of the bed. “What’d ya think?”
“No,” was all Gray to think to say, pointing at her, admonishing her, but still half crazed. “Nnnnoo!” He then stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, leaving Angel laughing hysterically, until Demon started waking up.
“Good morning,” Angel smiled. “How are you?”
Demon grabbed Angel and pulled her down to a big hug.
“That was so fucking good,” Demon sighed. “Is Gray in the shower,” she asked, releasing.
“Soon enough, but I think he might need to be alone for a little while. He’s probably also going to want some food, so let’s go fix him some.”
“Okay.”
They both cooked bacon and eggs and had it ready on the table, when he came out. He flinched at the site of them both still nude as they stood aside smiling, but he sat down and gratefully ate. He may have some mild PTSD for a day or two.
After breakfast, he hugged and kissed Demon goodbye. Angel playfully reach out her arms and made a kissy face.
“Nope,” Gray said, turning and leaving for work. Angel laughed.
Angel went about her usual routine of playing guardian angel and periodically checking on Demon, who was watching TV, in panties and T-shirt, until a knock on the door, surprised her.
She wasn’t supposed to answer the door, so she ignored it, until there was a louder knock. She looked through the peephole to see one of the demon guards than made sure she had never left her room, back in hell.
“Shit,” she quietly exclaimed.
He knocked a third time, hard enough to rattle the windows.
“I know you’re in there,” she said sternly. “Just open the door, so I don’t have to break anything.”
She knew that he was fully willing and able to punch through that door like it was cardboard, so she unlocked the door. He immediately turned the handle and opened it, walking in as Demon walked backward to keep distance between them.
“Why are you here,” she asked.
“Your parents are… dissatisfied with your progress. The Angel seems to be doing your job better than you are. So, I’m here to either persuade you to up your game, or to bring you back… if the persuasion fails. And I get to choose how to persuade you.”
“I’m not doing shit for any of you,” she said with pounding heart.
The guard stepped closer.
Unseen Angel teleported to Gray, who was thankfully alone. Her sudden appearance startled him, but before he could scold her, she spoke.
“Emergency,” she said, grabbing him and teleporting them both back to the house. She placed him right in front of Demon, and herself between Gray and the guard, who was also shocked for a moment.
“What the fuck,” the guard exclaimed.
“What’s going on,” Gray asked, instinctively keeping Demon corralled behind him. She held his shoulders, peeking around.
“He’s trying to attack me,” Demon informed.
“Don’t worry,” Angel said. “As long as you fearlessly oppose him, he can’t do shit to you, Gray.”
“Can you take him,” Gray asked.
“Angels and demons can’t use violence against each other,” she explained.
“Just teleport him way, then,” Gray ordered.
“That counts as violence.”
“Seriously?”
“Get down, cover her, and close your eyes,” Angel ordered.
“Shit,” Gray exclaimed, realizing exactly what she had planned. He turned to Demon, pushed her down into a crouch with him and wrapped his body around her as much as he could while closing his eyes, but the growing brightness still hurt. He heard the guard cry out in pain and collapse onto the floor.
He felt Angel guiding him to stand, but when he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see. It was dark, but still with faint swirls of light, so he knew he was not permanently blinded. Angel touched his forehead and his vision returned in a few seconds.
The guard was slowly writhing on the floor, with smoking, sizzling flesh. Gray checked Demon, who had received light burns on her more exposed parts.
“Get her to the bedroom,” Angel ordered. He started to go, but she stopped him. “You need to make her stronger. That’s the only way out of this. This guy’s gonna heal fast, and you’re the only one I can save. If you want to protect her, then make her stronger.” She touched his forehead, and his physical senses suddenly dulled. “Go. I can take care of you later.”
Gray pulled Demon into the bedroom and lock themselves in.
“I don’t want to,” Demon said, on the verge of crying. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I think she dulled my sense of touch.” He slapped himself several times. “Yeah, I can barely feel anything. You need to drink,” he pleaded, holding a wrist up to her.
She looked from him to his wrist and back, hesitant, but he nodded, so she closed her eyes and bit into his flesh. It was sharp enough a pain that it caused him to wince, but it was bearable. She swallowed gulp after gulp, and after about 30 seconds, he could see her skin turn pink, and by the time he started feeling lightheaded, she was distinctly red.
“That’s enough,” he panted. Her eyes shot up to him. Her orbs were solid black, and she continued drinking. He tried to pull away, but her grip was firm. She let go only when he passed out and fell onto the bed.
“Move, bitch,” was heard through the door, capturing Demon’s attention. She marched toward the bedroom door, slamming a raised palm against it, burst through, without pause, and headed straight for the guard.
“Oh, shit,” The guard cried out in terror, and Angel lunged away.
Demon grabbed him by the shoulders and ripped one of his arms clean off. He briefly screamed in pain. Demon threw the arm aside, then pushed her fingertips in between two of his lower ribs and ripped them away. She was about to reach into that gaping hole for his internal organs, then she heard Angel.
“Stop!” Demon jerked her head around to look at her. “Let him be a messenger.” Angel looked at the guard. “This isn’t just about corrupting a human, is it? They want a blood demon they can control, don’t they?” Demon returned her attention to him.
“Y- Yes,” the guard confirmed.
“You’re their ticket to greater power. That’s why they let you live,” Angel elaborated to Demon.
Demon slowly pushed her fingers into the guard’s entrails, and he cried out in pain.
“If anyone comes for me or my family- THIS family…, then I will destroy everyone. You understand? I will return to hell and destroy every one.”
“I got it. I got it.” He slowly turned his head to see his arm and ribs, hoping he could get them back.
“Leave,” Demon commanded.
He winced in pain and then disappeared, leaving the scent of brimstone behind.
Angel rushed into the bedroom, finding Gray unconscious in a pool of blood on the bed. She quickly touched his forehead, putting him in a sort of stasis while she analyzed his condition.
Even if this was normal excessive blood loss, the extent to which he’d suffered would have been close to impossible for her to heal in time, but this was caused by a demon.
“I can’t make a human body do more than it is physically capable of doing,” she told Demon. “I stopped him seconds from death. I didn’t think you would take so much.”
“How do we fix him,” Demon asked, with a look of desperation in her black eyes.
“I think there may be a way, but I’m not sure. Remember what happened when he was fucking you on the road? He was chewing your tail and you gushed on him?”
“Yeah.”
“I analyzed your gush and it reminded me of something I’ve heard about certain demonic pacts from the past. These were very rare, but it was said that human would be gifted a so-called ‘elixir of life’ if he could satisfy a demon sexually, but there were no details beyond that. I thought about it for a while, and I THINK that ‘elixir’ might be demon squirt, because yours has some very curious healing properties.”
“How do you propose we do this,” Demon asked, looking at Gray’s motionless body.
“A lot of that depends on you, really. I mean, I can look and act like him, but will that work for you?”
“No!” Demon’s eyes snapped back to Angel’s, almost angrily. “Never.”
“Okay, well, I can try animating him, kinda like a puppet.” Demon narrowed her eyes and moved her face closer.
“You are fortunate that I can’t harm you.”
“Okay. Okay,” Angel acquiesced. “You being mad at me won’t help us.”
“Sorry.” Demon backed up. “I seem to be more… aggressive like this.”
“So I’ve noticed. Maybe we can work with that, but right now, I’m going to go get a bucket and leave you alone for a few minutes to get undressed, and do whatever you need to do to get into the right mindset.” Demon nodded and Angel left the bedroom.
Demon walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. She didn’t recognize the demon looking back. Red skin and black eyes. Was it an optical illusion, or did her body look a bit more muscular and her horns slightly longer? And her fingernails had somehow turned black. She wondered how Gray would feel about her like this.
Well, she wasn’t going to find out by worrying. She returned to Gray, pushed down her panties and climbed onto the bed, shifting him into a normal laying position, attempting to make it look like he was just sleeping. She did a convincing job, apart from the open wound on his wrist and the fact that he was cold and pale.
She sat on his hips, took off her shirt, removed his, and moved her hands across his bare chest. Thinking to herself, ‘He’s sleeping. He’s just sleeping, and he would love for me to wake him up like this.’ She raised one of his hands and made it grip her breast. Leaned over and kissed his lips. Gradually falling into the fantasy.
Eventually, Angel returned, set the bucket on the other side of the mattress and climbed on behind Demon. She caressed the ass in front of her, gently moving closer to the red lips below. Demon’s hips bobbed slightly as Angel’s thumbs traced and spread her, then raised her higher to meet her mouth.
Demon’s tail came alive and stroked across Angel’s face until she caught the tip and began rubbing it between her thumb and index finger. Demon moaned and a shiver traveled up her spine. Angel continued working Demon’s clit while pushing her thumb in and out, and put the tip of the tail into her mouth. She sucked and licked it sensually, easing it further down her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Demon sighed, snaking deeper until Angel’s lips pressed firmly against her upper hips. The tail writhed inside Angel’s stomach, and then Demon felt Angel’s tongue licking the top of her crack. Demon let out a vocal sigh as she lightly bit Gray’s chest.
Angel regrew a penis and then stood up pulling the tail out between tightly sealed lips until only a couple of inches of the tip remained, Demon moaning the entire length. Angel pushed her dick in the pulsing wet hole and began thrusting as she gently chewed Demon’s tail.
Demon kissed Gray on the lips again, but she quickly became lost in the pleasure coursing through her. Angel increased both her speed and the biting pressure, causing Demon to increase her volume. Angel snuck a finger tendril into the puckered asshole, and Demon cried out.
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
Angel thought to herself, ‘If she can speak, then she’s not there, yet,’ and so kicked everything up another notch. She pump faster with a larger cock, wriggled wildly with a longer, thicker tendril, and chewed harder, until Demon’s voice began a familiar crescendo.
Angel grabbed the bucket and pulled out as soon as she felt Demon internally clench, and held the bucket in place to catch the surprisingly forceful flood. If Angel had the human strength of a girl her current size, she would have likely lost her grip, but she held firm to catch the second sploosh, and then a third one resembling one of a normal human female. Finally, a fourth unexpected dribble that Angel almost did catch.
Angel set the bucket aside, holding it, to make sure it didn’t tip over while she lowered to lick up any remaining, minimizing how much got on the bed, and because it was delicious. She stroked Demon’s ass to signal that everything was done, then Demon collapsed fully onto Gray, holding his head with one hand and slowly kissing the other side of his face.
Angel smiled at the sight, carried the bucket to the kitchen table, and dipped a cup into the contents. She licked up any stray drops from the outside of cup and brought it back onto the bedroom, rubbing Demon’s shoulder.
“Come on. Sit him up a little.”
Demon reluctantly pushed herself up and then grabbed Gray under the arms to drag him up to elevate his head. Angel opened his mouth, poured a little of the viscous liquid in, and then held it closed.
“Hold this,” she said, handing the cup to Demon, who took it. “Here goes nothing.” Angel touched his forehead and made him swallow. She held her finger in place to constantly analyze his condition while gradually releasing his stasis. She opened his mouth again. “Pour in some more.” Demon obeyed, and Angel made him swallow.
“Well,” Demon pleaded. Angel smiled.
“It seems to be working.”
“Thank you,” Demon said, beginning to cry. “Thank you.”
They continued feeding Gray until the cup was empty. At this point, Angel could speed up his biological processes of replenishing his blood supply and healing his wrist, but it still took almost an hour. Angel removed her finger.
“He should wake up on his own in a minute or two,” Angel said, and then left with the empty cup.
Gray slowly opened his eyes, and Demon excitedly lunged forward, but stopped herself before grabbing him, not sure if he could handle it, yet.
“Hey,” she said with a tinge of guilt.
There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, possibly even fear, but then he smiled and put his hand on her cheek. She let out a laughing sigh of relief and held the back of that hand.
“Are you okay,” Gray asked.
That moved her more than anything he’s ever said or done, and she couldn’t stop herself from dropping to kiss him. She eventually backed off.
“So, I guess you really are a blood demon.”
“Yep,” she said, still slightly worried about what he might think, but he kept smiling as he looked her over.
“Your eyes look amazing,” he said, and she was almost overcome by emotion, again.
“Thanks.”
“Where’s Angel?”
“In the kitchen, I think.”
He moved to get up, but he was still a little woozy. Demon was unnecessarily attentive to him standing up and walking out of the bedroom, eyeballing the broken door.
“That was me, sorry. I’ll fix it.” Gray stopped and faced her.
“You don’t ever need to apologize to me. I mean that. I’ll order you to never apologize, if I need to,” he joked. She laughed.
“Actually.., I’m not really assigned to you anymore.”
“Thank god,” he said with an exasperated sigh, and continue toward the sofa. “How did you manage that?” He stopped at the sight of a bloody severed arm on the other side of the room, accompanied by some kind of mass that he was not quite able to identify. “Nevermind,” he said, guessing the answer. He looked around, but didn’t see Angel.
She suddenly appeared carrying a grocery bag.
“Oh, hey. You’re up. Great. I stole some of your money to buy some jars, by the way.”
“Why?”
“I’ll tell you later. You feeling alright?”
“I think I feel myself getting better as we speak. Or I’m delusional.”
“Nope,” Angel said, setting the bag on the counter. “You should be feeling better than you ever have, before too long.”
“Hey, did you notice the severed arm on my floor,” Gray asked.
Demon expressed another twinge of guilt, but Gray smiled and winked at her. Angel started toward the sofa to join them.
“Yeah, I did. Isn’t it awesome? I can preserve that for you, you know. Hang it over your door as a trophy. Or Demon can glamour it and you can hang it outside as a warning to any other demons who might want to try some shit.”
“All very good ideas, but I was thinking more that, Demon got me that nifty souvenir, but you’re stealing my money to get me… jars, you say?” She sat next to him, smiled and held his face for a quick kiss.
“Honey, I got you the gift of a thousand lifetimes.”
“I’m not really that into jars, but you do you.”
“Uh, huh,” she patronized him sarcastically, then got up again. “I’ll take care of that arm and ribs for you.”
“Shit, is that what that other thing is,” he said looking over at it. “Now, when you said ‘preserve’, you didn’t mean pickle them for later, did you?”
“No, but keep talking, and I might change my mind.”
“Alright. Alright,” he laughed. Then he remembered something. “Oh, I do have a serious question, though.”
“What’s that,” she asked, putting the preserved arm into the sink.
“How is it that teleporting a demon counts as an attack, but frying one half to death doesn’t?”
“All I did was reveal my true form. It was his dumb choice to be present at the time.”
“Right,” he said, sarcastically.
“He’s lucky I couldn’t go all the way with it.” She returned to his side on the sofa. “You’ll just have to accept the fact that pretty much everything I tell you is oversimplified. Humans are literally incapable of comprehending the truth of all of reality. Look at her, and tell me whether or not any of that shit actually matters to you.”
He looked at Demon smiling at him with a love that even the blackest of eyes could not conceal.
“You got me there. Doesn’t mean a damn thing.”
Demon leaned into him, and he wrapped an arm around her.
The end.
Turns out it was pretty adventurous after all. How ’bout that? Even I was into it.
Kind of a shmaltzy end, tho. Cheap jokes and sentimentalism. Dissatisfying, really. I mean, I’m happy for them, and all, but… you know.
I’m not supposed to do this, but I think this tale needs an epilogue. This is an entirely unofficial ending, okay? It is something that happens to them, but, you know…. You didn’t hear it from me.
Hang on while I skim through time and see if I can find something good. Hell, I might as well give you highlights while I’m at it.
They go on a vacation to a secluded tropical location. Demon did learn to teleport, which is a skill that you have to be pretty powerful to pull off. Angel picked a spot with a clear ocean, but that also gets occasional showers. Demon fucking loves every minute of it. Speaking of fucking…. On the beach. In the water. In a tree… somehow. Oh, Demon’s pale again, by the way. Yeah, she let it wear off. Took a couple of weeks. Moving on….
Oh, Angel finally told him about the demon squirt, being an elixir of life. Took some convincing, but he decided to go ahead and take advantage of it, because he wanted to live as long as possible with his two girls. That’s sweet.
They move to a place out in the country for a while. Large pool. He can afford it, because the girls decided to get jobs. Lots of sex out there, too. What’s that Angel’s doing…? OH, GOD! HOLY SHIT! Ew! Jeez. I didn’t want to see that! I definitely don’t want to tell you about it. Skipping ahead….
Okay, nothing too out of the ordinary, except that it’s been, like, 75 years, and they all look pretty much the same as when the story started. Good for them, I guess.
Oh, wait. This looks ominous. Somewhere around 130 years into the future, it looks like Demon’s parents decided to have another go at her. Sent a half dozen brutes. Demon teleported Gray away, and Angel fried their asses. I mean completely. Ashes on the fucking ground, man. Bet that was a big mistake on her parents’ part. Let’s see.
Yep. Yep. Huge fucking mistake. Holy shit, Gray is guzzling squirt AND is getting boosted by Angel, while Demon drinks his blood. Skip ahead a little bit…. Okay, she is a VERY dark red, and has a war face on. They all do, actually. They mean business. Fast forward… they teleport directly into Demon’s parents’ home. Confronts- HOLY FUCK, Demon didn’t say a damn thing. She just fucking immediately ripped their heads off. Shit.
Okay, Gray is carrying their heads, while Demon is dragging their bodies to what looks like a high balcony. They just threw the heads and bodies over into a crowd of demons below.
Angel sprouts some wings. Ooh, looking fine with those wings, too. Anyway, flies out high over the crowd. She changes her vocal chords so she can be heard by every inhabitant of hell that is able to see her. ‘Bout to say something important.
“You were warned.” Wow, that was loud. Demon just teleported herself and Gray away, and Angel is starting to glow-holy shit, she’s about to go nuclear on the entire city. Glad I don’t have eyes, right now.
Man, an entire city of demons screaming in agony is terrifying. But also kinda satisfying. Okay, the screaming has stopped, and Angel is dimming.
There’s just black ash everywhere, man. If hell had wind, there would probably be zero visibility right now. Okay, Angel is flying around, looking for any survivors. Not seeing anyone- oh, wait. Someone just took off running from a building. Angel ports away, and then comes back with Gray about 10 feet in front of the runner. Gray has a fucking hatchet and takes off running at the demon. Angel must have boosted him, ’cause he’s moving fast. Catching up to the running demon, and, ohhhh…. That’s brutal.
Okay, Demon is here, stalking the streets and doing building searches, apparently able to smell them, by the way she’s sniffing the air. She found one. Bare hands, man. Just… ripped that dude’s chest open. Entire front of the ribcage just gone. Walking anatomy chart. Really gross. Fast forward….
They spent hours sweeping the city. They weren’t joking. Okay, Demon and Gray are finished their sweep and are returning to her parents’ home. They go to Demon’s old room. She throws her TV out the window. Yeah, they didn’t have a TV in their country house, now that I think about it.
Okay, Demon just literally ripped Gray’s clothes off of his body, and Angel just ripped off Demon’s. Jeez, everybody’s so aggressive. Understandable, I guess, but still so unlike them.
I’ll slow this part down for you. It looks like it’s going to be pretty epic.
The bedroom is large, as one might imagine, given that she comes from a high-ranking family, but it doesn’t have a lot in it. There are some shelves of books, a large bed, with only a mattress cover sheet, a nice, cushioned chair, that used to have a TV in front of it, and that’s pretty much it.
When you enter the door, the head of the bed is against the far left wall, then there is a considerable amount of space between the foot of the bed and the back of the chair. She read some, mostly watched TV, and occasionally slept to dream, for her whole life until being sent to Gray.
Demon dragged the mattress off of the bed and set it in the middle space on the floor. Angel turned the chair around and sat comfortably in it with one foot up, so she could touch herself as she watched the show.
Gray was able to closely match Demon’s aggressiveness. He’s apparently developed into a man who can hold his own, although Demon was still significantly stronger than him, especially so blood-filled. The two kissed ferociously, at first, but then seemed to come down a bit from the killing-spree high, returning to a more typical level of intimacy.
“You know, we haven’t tried while you’re red,” Gray said to her as their noses almost touched.
Ooh, I must have skipped something important, before. Apparently they actually did try to see if he could get her pregnant, but it was while she was pale. They tried several times with no success, and then he stopped worrying about trying to avoid cumming inside her, even when they stopped trying to get preggers.
She just smiled and slid her hands down his body until she knelt and took his dick into her mouth, at which point she firmly clutched his ass with both hands and repeatedly pounded him into her face. He held her head to stabilize himself, tilted his closed eyes up, and groaned for her.
After a minute, he grabbed her still relatively small horns, as best he could, and pulled her to him, holding her in place while she vigorously licked his balls. He let out a long, guttural, groaning sigh until finally pulling out of her.
“Oh, fuck yeah. I love that starter,” he said, dripping her saliva across her breasts. “Your turn.”
Demon stood up and set her feet apart, then he dropped to his knees and beckoned Angel to come over with his hand. Angel hopped out of the chair and shortened her height as she approached Demon’s ass.
Gray had his upturned face buried between Demon’s legs, and Angel spread her butt cheeks to bury her tongue in that dark red asshole at exactly the perfect level. Demon’s eyes were the ones closed and tilted up, now, and she moaned and sighed while clutching both heads of hair.
Demon was in a state of ecstasy with two tongues inside her, and then Angel started going much deeper, while slowly spreading her hole wider. Demon groaned, and her knees almost gave out, but she caught herself, with the help of Angel and Gray’s heads as support.
After a few minutes, Demon let go of their heads, signaling that the appetizer was over. Angel backed out, but held the red cheeks spread, to allow Demon to slip her tail inside her own saliva-soaked anus, as far as she could go. Angel grew back to her usual size, on the way back to her seat, and Demon laid on the mattress, spreading her knee-raised legs, welcoming Gray.
He paused a moment to look at her. It had been a very long time since he’d had sex with her in this state. This was a wonderful novelty. His magnificent pale demon now in this stronger, darkened body. Bottomless black eyes peered up at him, begging him to enter her and give her pleasure. This creature of destruction ached for his touch. Smiled for him.
He lowered to give her a long, deep kiss while he massaged her breasts, releasing one only to guide his dick into her. Her moan vibrated on his lips, and he began slow thrusts to bring more out of her.
He pulled away from her lips, and gripped her throat lightly, occasionally stroking, while staring her in the eyes.
“I love that you can be two completely beautiful people,” he said to her. “I’m twice blessed.”
She ran her fingers along his cheek. Still, after so long, even though Angel was ever-present, and ever-willing, it was only Demon that he longed for. She was afforded only one tear before he began thrusting harder and faster, forcing her eyes closed.
Her throat vibrated in his palm. He felt her moving her tail against him from the other side of her internal barrier. Then it left and he felt the hot wetness caressing his balls, threatening to send him over. He sent a hard thrust into her cervix and exploded as she clenched, crying out in orgasm.
Her trembling legs held him close and her heels forced him to stay in, as best they could. Only her shaking allowed him to make a shallow thrust with every subsequent ejaculation.
“Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h,” she exhaled into his neck, once she had stopped shaking. She could not hold him close enough. Every fiber of her being wanted to fuse with him.
But she eventually released, laying spread out across the mattress, soaking in his delicate kisses all over her afterglow.
When she recovered some energy, she sat up and kissed his lips.
“I want to mess this place up,” she said.
“Destroy it,” he asked, smiling.
“No,” she smiled back. “Flood it.” He liked that idea. Making her gush indoors without having to be concerned for the surroundings. “I mean all of us.” A huge grin spread across his face. “You hear that, Angel,” she said louder.
“Oh, I heard it,” Angel said, getting up from the chair. “You take care of him…, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Demon guided Gray to lay on his back, while she hovered over him, teasing his body back into arousal. Angel increased her height as she approached Demon’s ass, once again.
“Close your eyes, Gray. You may not want to see this,” Angel said, slapping Demon’s ass. Gray heeded her warning and just lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying Demon’s attention.
Angel grew 2 cocks: a smaller one above the other. She rubbed the top one over Demon’s asshole, and the bottom one up and down her dripping slit.. Both cocks started to precum profusely, aiding their smooth insertions.
“Holy shit,” Demon gasped, momentarily taking her mouth off of Gray’s revitalized dick.
Angel began pumping both holes simultaneously while lightly vibrating, and Demon found herself having difficulty concentrating on Gray.
“Don’t worry about it,” Gray said, grabbing his own dick. He scooted further under her, until his hips were beneath her her stomach. He watched Demon’s reactions and played with her beautifully suspended breasts, occasionally lifting his hips to rub his dick against her stomach.
Moments when her head was clear enough, Demon would kiss, lick, or bite Gray’s chest, until Angel started chewing on her tail. Demon was lost in it, and Gray was enthrall by the sight of her ecstasy. Angel gave Demon a gradual rise, and Gray avoided cumming several times, in the hopes of timing everything perfectly.
Angel, was grunting and moaning, pounding hard, causing Demon to repeatedly lunge forward, which wildly jiggled those dark red breasts for Gray to witness.
Soon, Demon was loudly moaning, and her arms pumped her torso up and down. Then one long, loud cry, triggered Gray to shoot his load straight up onto her belly right before Angel fell backward, out of Demon. Angel convulsed on the floor as both dicks fired inhumanly thick and long ropes of semen in all directions, while Demon gushed like a fire hose all over her.
After the fifth gush, Demon fell forward onto Gray, who coddled her, while hearing Angel laugh and cheer from the floor.
Angel stood up and walked, completely drenched, around to Gray.
“Open wide,” she said, once again her normal self, then squatted over Gray’s face to let him lap up Demon’s elixir from her dripping pussy, until she orgasmed.
Demon, able to move again, crawled down to lick Gray’s cum from his body, then sat up to let Angel drop down to deeply inhale the scent. Everyone rested for a few minutes, then Demon spoke up.
“I think we’re done here. Let’s go home.”
Angel rolled aside. Demon crawled back up to Gray, embracing him, and then teleported them both mid-kiss. Angel took a moment to look at the floor covered in juice and jizz, then took a very deep breath.
“Fuck, yeah. That smells good.” She looked at herself, sniffing her arm. “I could get used to this.” Her bare feet slapped wetly across the floor back to the chair. “Think I keep this. It’s a nice chair,” she said, admiring the construction and pattern.
“Demon will look beautiful sitting in it, holding her baby.” Then she and the chair disappeared from the room.
Whew! Well, that was a hell of thing. No pun intended. I don’t really have anything else to say. Hope you enjoyed it. I sure as fuck did. You can go on now. I’m done.