As the storm rolled in, Angela hurried from her car to the house and shooed the dogs inside.

“Go on, get!” Her gentle southern accent echoed in the kitchen as her golden retrievers rushed over the tiles with a snuffle and a whine. They didn’t like storms any more than she did.

Closing the door upon the howling wind, Angela glanced outside as she removed her coat and shook the rain from it. The howling wind was flattening the grass and pummeling trees into submission all around her riverside house, churning the waters and turning the world grey with rain. The light was already fading as she lit a fire in the pot belly stove and settled down to watch the twigs and kindling turn to coals. Thunder boomed around the house, rattling the walls: she couldn’t help but let out a little ‘meep’ as she jumped.

“Damn it,” she muttered. Sweeping back her waist-length raven dark hair, Angela set about her chores, feeding the dogs and preparing her own dinner. At 5’7, her little frame felt extra tiny in the huge house as the world turned black and the storm rattled the windows. The sharp sounds her dishes made as she ate and then washed up were drowned out under the endless, hammering rain. At normal levels, her radio struggled to compete, and any higher hurt her ears. Forget about reading — the cracking of thunder and tree limbs tore her concentration from the page almost constantly.

In the bathroom, at the sink, Angela began wetting her toothbrush when she noticed the thin, curled up toothpaste tube and cursed. “I knew I’d forgotten something,” she muttered. She opened the mirrored cabinet and took a quick inventory. Maybe some baking soda would do for now … As she shut the cabinet she let out a squeal at the flash of yellow eyes behind her. Her toothbrush clattered in the sink as she spun, heart racing, but the face she had glimpsed was not there. She felt warm, and she could sweat the light in the room had just dimmed … the concerned snuffle of her dog brought her back to reality. She pet him as her lungs forced a deep breath. “Ok, no more horror movies for a while.”

With a sigh she retreated to the bedroom and changed into a sheer, silky white night gown that contrasted with her raven dark hair. Suffuse light from her bedside lamp was comforting and warm, her toned skin glowing as she settled under the covers. “Come on, you two,” she said, patting the bed. Her dogs quickly made themselves at home together upon the end of the bed. She didn’t like the idea of dog hair all over her blankets, but the fierce storm warranted a small sacrifice for extra comfort.

From the bedside table Angela picked up a small book of photograph collections, each image a depiction of far away places she one day wanted to see. Arched red rocks under a field of stars, sunlit beaches with cool blue water, waterfalls in the middle of tropical forests, and the like. It was easier to focus upon as the bed slowly warmed with body heat, though the storm had not abated. She sighed as the numbers came back to her; tickets, accommodation, travel insurance, food, tour bookings … to see any of these places for real, upon an average salary, would take more time than she liked to consider. Then again, if a special came up, she might be able to –

BOOM.

Angela’s heart leapt into her throat as the light went out. “Dammit!” Her dogs whined and scattered into the dark house as she tried to calm her breathing. “You cowards!” She was only half serious, laughing a little under her breath. “Some guard dogs, you are!” Now, utterly enveloped by the dark, Angela waited as still as mouse, her ears focused on every sound the storm threw at her. She thought of the eerie presence and yellow eyes from before and shivered. She shook her head and slid deep under the covers. “Stop scaring yourself, Angie.” Of course, she spoke aloud more for the comfort of it than for any actual reassurance.

She recited a small prayer to calm her nerves, though she wasn’t particularly religious. It made her feel safer, a warmth flowing through her body. As always, when that happened, her mind returned to less pure thoughts … of being warm and snuggled up with a man … of his hands sliding up her thighs and further up, still. Of his hot kisses upon her body, his hands tangled in her hair. As always, the thoughts sent tingles through her body, almost able to feel the sensations of him plucking at her night gown, growing wet thinking of his hot cock on her thigh, moaning under his breath on her neck.

Her eyes flew open. The sensations were real, and those yellow eyes flashed down at her. The demon loomed over her in the dark, leering as his hands pulled away at her night gown, her breath hitched in her throat, unable to scream. He growled and watched her tremble, raising her silky, toned leg up over his shoulders, pinning her in place with his hot cock against her thigh. A flash of lightning highlighted dark red skin that radiated heat all over, flooding her senses as she tried to breathe, doe-eyed and unable to stop dripping.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

He shook his head and his voice rumbled. “He’s not here, my Angel …”

As he entered her, full and thick and incredibly hot, she shuddered all over, the breath caught in her throat finally expelling in a long moan that peaked with a tiny cry. Her hands gripped the sheets as he took her like a hungry beast, pounding her lithe frame into the bed with a firm, steady rhythm. His hands mauled her breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching her nipples in just the right way.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, barely able to hear her own moans as the storm winds lashed against the walls and windows around them. Her body writhed under the constant assault, breaths ragged against her pillow as she squirmed and arched, melting, so hot as if the fires of Hell itself had ignited below her bed, his body heat overwhelming her, his eyes steady and focus, smouldering into her soul.

“Please … please,” she begged. “I need … air … water …”

Suddenly he withdrew, taking her hand and pulling her up suddenly, twisting the arm behind her back as he spun her onto her knees. The sudden jolt made her gasp, but it was caught in her throat as his hand wrapped around it with a squeeze, both wrists capture in his iron grip behind her. His chest pressed into her back as he entered her once more, smooth and full, her moan thrumming in his fingers. Her night gown fell about her hips just as the window above her bed snapped open, thudding as the wind howled through, washing over her skin, stray droplets of rain sprinkled across her breasts.

His thrusts resumed that devilish pace, making her tremble on her knees as he raven dark hair flew over his shoulder under the chill winds, contrasted with the heat of the demon behind and inside her, arching her head back over his shoulder, locked tight in his grip. Her eyes met his, her voice all shaky from pleasure.

“You don’t have any idea what you’re doing to me….do you?”

He chuckled darkly. “I have every idea, little Angel.” He kept thrusting so deep inside her, so hot and hard against her quivering sex as she dripped all over them, squeezing her throat as she cried out into the wind. Lightning flashed across her toned skin, her eyes catching a glimpse of full, dark wings stretched out behind him. He nipples strained in the cool air, aching to be touched, knees trembling as her hair whips around them. Her vision began to blur, cries growing louder. The heat from within her pussy radiating up and clashing with the chill winds.

“Please …. please!” she begged.

“Please what, my Angel?”

“My hands … I need to touch …”

With that same satisfied chuckle, her granted her wish. Instantly her trembling fingers found her nipples, giving them the touches they craved so much. His own fingers tangled into her long dark mane and locked her tight as she began to gush.

“Oh God … I’m going to cum …”

He growled into her ear. “Cum for me, my Angel.”

BOOM.

The thunder shook the whole house as she came hard, as though the lightning has struck within her, making her tummy tighten as she began to spasm hard in his iron grip. Her fingers clawed at her breasts as her cries rang out. She felt him erupt inside her as her pussy clamped tight and refused to let go, his thrusts bucking only slightly. The orgasm seemed to last forever, but before she knew it, the storm of sensation broke and the hot hands released her, his strong arms around her waist, holding her as the tremors begin to fade.

“How …” her breath was ragged through a worn throat. “How do you do this to me?”

She felt herself being lowered back into her blankets, instinctively snuggling into them. There was no reply. Instead, the power came back on, the light by her bed suffusing the room in a gentle glow, and the window seemed to shut of its own momentum.

The was no demon. She briefly wondered if she had imagined it in a deluded fit … but sleep came too quickly. As darkness claimed her, a smile crept over her face, the warmth in her belly filling her exhausted body, and she let out a soft whisper.

“Goodnight, my Devil.”

THE END