The next day, Cole occupied his desk and waited for the inevitable circus to commence. Several hours had elapsed since Frank led his team to search Markus Santana’s house. They would not find what they were looking for there, but they were certainly in for a few surprises if everything went to plan.

Penny, the cute young front desk receptionist, approached Cole. “Hello, Detective Harvey! I brought you some fresh coffee.”

Cole looked up to see the blonde bob cut-girl in tasteful gray suit-pants, suit jacket, and white button-up shirt. She had the look of a successful, confident lawyer, not a receptionist. Cole accepted her offering, hooking the warm styrofoam cup from her hand.

“Thanks! What brings you up here?” Cole asked.

“Well, I heard about the search this morning and thought maybe you could use a little something to perk you up. I know it must be very stressful,” Penny said, smiling innocently at him.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it. I hope they find what they need so I can have closure. This whole thing has haunted me for far too long.”

“They will, I just know it! The good guys always win, right?” Penny said reassuringly.

Cole shook his head, “Not always, Penny.”

Just then Frank barged through the door with a dark haired woman in handcuffs, her eyeliner smeared with tears. Vince hound-dogged the pair, stopping at the Cole’s desk while Frank took the woman to an interrogation room. Cole glanced up as Frank led the woman past his desk.

“Is that the woman? The one from the nightclub?” Vince asked.

Everything was going exactly like Zafira had planned. All Cole had to do was play his part.

“Yeah, that’s her!” Cole said, lying through his teeth. “How did you find her? I thought you were after Markus?”

“Interesting story,” the pathologist said. “When we got there, we searched the place but couldn’t find the revolver. What we did find was a full confession supposedly written by his brother, Antonio. I still have to check the prints on the letter as well as cross-reference the handwriting to be sure.”

Vince sat on the edge of Cole’s desk. “Anyway, Markus said his brother should have the gun. We got the go-ahead from the judge to search his house. We found the gun there, but we also found another dead body like the one you found at the night club. Completely dried out, except for his penis. We found that woman, Antonio’s wife, lying on the bed next to the corpse, passed out from too much alcohol. I think the victim is Antonio, but I’ll need to perform an autopsy first before I can confirm that.”

“Interesting is an understatement,” Cole said. “That’s a strange change of events. Think there is any connection between him and Maria’s murder?”

“Hard to say at this point,” Vince said. “But we now have more to go on than ever before. Though it still remains a mystery how she killed the victims. Hopefully when I examine this new body I’ll find some new clues.”

“It’s going to be an open-and-shut case!” Frank said, returning from the interrogation room. He turned his gaze to Penny. “Well, hello there, beautiful.”

Penny scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Frank stepped in closer to her. “You know, me and some of the guys are going to hit up the bar later tonight to celebrate. You should come join us.”

“I’d rather not,” she replied bluntly. “I’ll see ya around, Detective Harvey.”

“Thanks again for the coffee,” Cole said as Penny walked away towards the elevator.

“It was my pleasure,” she said, smiling over her shoulder.

“Would you look at the ass on her,” Frank said after Penny disappeared behind the elevator doors.

“Are you always a douchebag like that?” Cole asked. “It’s a wonder how you get as many women as you claim.”

“Don’t hate the player, Cole, hate the game,” Frank said arrogantly. “Besides, she’s a virgin, not really my type.”

“And how do you know this?” Vince asked.

Frank stood with a smug look on his face. “If you two were in the game for as long as I have, you would know these things. First of all, no woman who looks that good dresses so conservatively for a receptionist unless she is a virgin. Secondly, the only person she gives the time of day to, is Cole. An attractive single woman who wasn’t a virgin would be flirting with everyone.”

Frank turned to Cole. “Speaking of, she has the biggest crush on you. You should ask her out. Maybe it’s finally time for you to move on with your life? It could take your mind off things if nothing else.”

Yeah, right. Like anything could take his mind off the fact that Maria’s killer was still out there, or off the demon succubus who invades his every thought. The less people in his life right now, the better.

“Nah,” Cole said. “I’m not ready to date again just yet.”

“It’s your call,” Frank said. “Personally, I think it’s an offense to the ‘man code’ to pass up such prime pussy.”

Frank walked towards his desk and then turned back around. “Oh, I almost forgot. Due to the nature of this suspect having possible connections to Maria’s murder, Captain Finnegan has turned the night club murder case over to me. I’ll need you to sign an affidavit stating she was the one who you saw that night. You understand, right?”

Normally Cole would have a huge problem with someone else taking over one of his cases, especially if that someone was Frank. On the other hand, this should keep the CPD chasing their tail while he and Zafira found the real killer.

“I totally get it, Frank. It’s all yours,” Cole said.

Frank cracked his smug smile once more, then returned to his desk.

“Well, I have a shitload of work piled up so I better get to it,” Vince said. “Before I go, listen — I was planning on hitting up a strip club this weekend. Do you want to come along? It’ll be like our old college days.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be up for it, Vince,” Cole replied.

“Oh come on!” Vince pleaded. “You’ve got to start living a little. Seeing some tits would do you some good.”

He has already seen some tits recently — Zafira’s perfect pair. But yeah, he did need to liven up some, he admitted to himself.

“I’ll… think about it,” Cole answered.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Vince said as he left for his lab.

Everything turned out as planned; even got a free coffee out of the deal. He looked at his watch — end of his shift already. He grabbed his trench coat and headed for the main exit. He passed Penny at the front desk. “Detective Harvey!” she waved for him to come over. He walked to her, curious.

“I didn’t want to ask earlier because of all the guys around,” Penny said bashfully. “But I have no plans for tomorrow night and was wondering if you’d like to go see a movie with me.”

Cole was caught completely off guard and unsure of how to respond. He had not been on a date since before Maria’s death. Plus there was the not-so-little matter of Zafira.

“Well, I may have plans then, so…”

“It’s okay, Detective Harvey,” Penny said as she scribbled on a piece of paper. “Here’s my number. Just give me a call if you’re ever free or just want someone to talk to, okay?”

Cole took her note and smiled. “Thanks. I’ll do that.”

She smiled back as he left for his car. He did not have time to chat with her more — he already had a date with a super-sexy succubus.

xxxxx

Cole opened the portal to Zafira’s lair using the crystal she gave him. This time he knew not to jump forward; he still had a bruise from his fall the last time.

When Cole stepped through the portal, Stacy, the she-devil, pounced on him, knocking him down to the floor.

“What the fuck is this thing?!” he shouted, struggling to no avail to get her off him.

“Stacy! No!” Zafira shouted from across the room.

Stacy whined, crawling off Cole. So much for avoiding more bruises. Zafira stood above him, completely naked in her all-natural demonic form. She offered him a hand and pulled him off the floor.

Cole brushed himself off. “I assume that’s your new pet?”

“Yes, she’s my pet devilkin — Stacy.”

Cole looked at Stacy, now perched on the back of Zafira’s couch like a cheetah. She too, was completely naked. Cole felt a slight twitch in his groin after looking at her athletic, bright red body.

“Go ahead and pet her; she doesn’t bite,” Zafira said.

Cole walked over to the couch and lightly put his hand on Stacy’s head. He ran his fingers through her blonde fringe cut hair and pigtails. She smiled, then licked Cole’s arm with her unnaturally long forked tongue.

“I think she likes you,” Zafira giggled.

“Where did she come from?” Cole asked.

“She transformed herself into a devilkin after stealing Gabriel’s prayer beads. Honestly, I don’t think I could have gotten his heart without her.”

“She was human?” he shouted apprehensively.

Zafira sat on the couch and stretched. “That’s right — and spare me your goodie two-shoes routine.” “That reminds me, something I’ve been meaning to ask you — where do demons come from, exactly? I know you’re from Hell, but…”

“Give Stacy one of your patented massages and I’ll tell you,” Zafira interrupted.

“Why?”

“Come. Sit next to me, you’ll see.” Zafira replied.

Cole stopped petting Stacy and walked around to the front of the couch. He was unsure of what she was up to. Better stay on my toes, he thought.

He sat down beside the naked demoness. She stretched her wings out and wrapped her left wing around his back. She whistled at Stacy, who crawled across both their laps, laying face down perfectly still.

Cole’s hands started rubbing the back of Stacy’s legs. Her bright crimson skin was very warm to the touch. It was such an odd sensation. Stacy purred, her head now directly in Zafira’s open lap.

“Unlike humans,” Zafira started. “Demons as well as angels, are created, not born. They are either created by magic or the natural transformation of a soul when a mortal dies. Most souls do not transform however. Only the purest or most depraved souls evolve. Pure souls becoming angels and corrupt souls becoming demons.”

“So then, what happens to the souls that don’t evolve?” Cole asked, moving his hands across Stacy’s lower back.

“Souls in the middle ground, like Markus for example, will slowly disintegrate. All those humans who have had a one night stand, stolen a few things, or lived like a slob but at the same time did something courageous, gave another person hope, or are generally kind to others will have their energy absorbed by the planet when they die. The wind, tides, natural disasters, the constant rotation of the Earth, are just a few examples soul energy. It is this constant balance of life, death, and rebirth that keeps the universe going.”

Cole dug his palms against Stacy’s shoulders. Her tail wagged contently as she whimpered between Zafira’s thighs.

“What happens to the souls you consume?” Cole asked.

Zafira paused, running her hand through her pet’s hair. “Their energy is consumed by my body until there is no energy left. Then, they simply cease to exist.”

Cole pondered Zafira’s words, wondering where Maria’s soul is now. She certainly would not turn into a demon. She had to be an angel now, he thought. What if he…

“When a soul evolves, do they have any memory of who they were?”

Zafira sighed. “No. The Maria you knew is gone, no matter how you look at it.”

“Do you ever stop reading my mind?” he asked, annoyed.

“Do you ever pay attention to what you’re massaging?” she retorted.

Cole looked down. Each hand was gripping one of Stacy’s ass cheeks.

“Don’t stop,” Zafira pleaded before his hands could run away. “Devilkin thrive on being touched. The more you touch them, the more aroused they become.”

Cole did as she requested. His hands massaged Stacy’s hot soft bottom. He felt a molten hot substance upon his leg. It somewhat burned, but was bearable at least. Then it dawned on him; the hot liquid was coming from Stacy’s aroused pussy.

Zafira’s pheromones filled the room, a sweet smell that clouded Cole’s brain with thoughts of lust. He looked over to see Stacy’s long tongue lapping at her mistresses’ pussy. Cole kept at it, knowing what it was doing for both of them. His ears were flooded with the sounds of two demons moaning pleasurably.

“Mmm! Touch her pussy, Cole!” Zafira pleaded.

He did as she asked. His left hand reached around Stacy’s plump red ass and found Stacy’s molten wetness. Her nectar was super-hot and plentiful.

“Put your fingers inside her.”

“But, wouldn’t that constitute lust?” Cole hesitantly asked.

Zafira growled, “Touching isn’t lust! If it were, every human doctor would be a sinner. Now do it!”

Cole slid two fingers inside Stacy. The heat was almost too much to bear. Her insides were hot, oily, and dripping. Stacy’s hips bucked, her soft purrs turned into a loud whimpering.

“How does it feel?” Zafira asked, lavishing in her sexual pleasure.

“Hot,” he responded. “Hot and oily, like…”

“…massage oil,” his perverted brain thought. He wiggled his fingers inside Stacy’s hot pussy, coating his fingers. When he pulled his fingers out of her, her pussy juice dripped off them like thick oil. Cole allowed a few drops to fall onto Stacy’s back then plunged his fingers deep inside her again. He dribbled more of her nectar onto her back until there were small puddles all up her spine.

Cole took his other hand and massaged the molten hot oil from her pussy into her skin. Stacy was overwhelmed with the sensation, her orgasms made more hot cum for Cole to rub on her, and he took full advantage. He played Stacy’s body like an musical instrument, and each note had positive effects on Zafira. The more Cole massaged Stacy, the further and faster her lengthy tongue darted inside of Zafira’s hungry sex. He was making two sexy demons cum over and over again using only his hands. It felt eerily empowering.

Stacy’s back was completely covered in her own slick essence. Cole used both hands to massage her muscular shoulders, which made Stacy eat Zafira’s pussy with a primal need. Zafira’s eyes rolled back into her head and let out a deafening demonic cry that made the walls shake.

Cole was not entirely left out of the pleasure. The more the sexy demons cried in pleasure, the harder his cock became within the confines of his trousers. He would free it and stroke himself with Stacy’s slick oil if he could, but her body in his lap prevented him from doing so. No matter, he was close to cumming without touching it. All he needed was a little something extra.

His oily right hand fled Stacy’s back and attached to Zafira’s breasts. She gasped with the sudden touch, bringing herself out of her orgasmic trance. She gazed into his eyes while he firmly massaged her large soft tits.

Zafira smiled wickedly at Cole as she panted. She knew he loved it and relished in his denial of release the whole time. Because of the immense pleasure he brought her, she decided to be merciful.

Zafira quickly pried Cole’s hand from her breast and stuck his index and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean of all of Stacy’s nectar. Zafira’s warm mouth and skillful sucking was all it took for Cole to cum right there in his pants. He roared as it felt like a geyser of cum had spurted out with nowhere to go. He felt his own cum oozing down his shaft and tickling his balls.

The three of them sat there motionless, breathing heavily. After several minutes of dead silence, Stacy sat up and gave Cole a small peck on the lips then slunk down to the floor. Cole licked his lips, which had a hint of Zafira’s pussy on them. It tasted sweet, just like the smell of her pheromones.

Zafira giggled, “Told you she likes you.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he smiled, still coming down from his epic orgasm.

“Seems you like her too,” Zafira said, staring at the wet spot in Cole’s crotch.

“I do, but I also liked making you cum, even if she was the one pleasuring you.”

For the first time, Cole saw the succubus blush. There was a small awkward silence.

“So, um, back to the reason I’m here,” Cole said changing the subject. “What’s the next thing we need for the ritual?”

“Oh, right.” Zafira said, regaining some composure. “We need virgin’s essence.”

“Virgin’s essence? What is that exactly?”

“See that oil that came from Stacy? That; only from a virgin.”

“So a virgin female’s… cum.”

“Yep. Time for you to put on your best suit, Cole, and find yourself a date.”

“Me? Why me? You could do this easily,” he inquired.

“My magic only works on males. I’m pretty sure you’d have a better chance than I would, given I know next to nothing about human relationships. Besides, she has to give it to you willingly. All that lovey-dovey stuff about how a virgin gives you a piece of their heart and soul when they have sex with you the first time – it’s all true. Well, the soul part anyway. A very small amount of their soul energy is secreted the first time they have sex. This is what gives virgin’s essence magical properties.”

“Wait; how am I supposed to get the essence? I can’t fuck a virgin without corrupting my soul.”

“You could marry a virgin,” she snickered.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Cole protested.

Zafira laughed, “I am kidding. I do have something that will help.”

Zafira got off the couch and walked to a nearby cabinet. Inside were all manner of glass vials and beakers containing various colored liquids. She grabbed two empty vials and a tiny bottle full of an unknown black substance.

“Take these,” Zafira said. “The two empty vials are enchanted to draw the virgin’s essence directly inside once you pop the top off. Get her aroused, pop the top, and the vial will do the rest.”

“What about this stuff?” Cole asked, holding up the black bottle.

“That is a highly concentrated incubus pheromone. Put a drop of that on your skin and you will have any woman instantly attracted to you, to the point they won’t be able to resist your charms. Getting a virgin aroused will be easy with that.”

Cole takes the top off and gave it a quick sniff before pulling his head away in disgust.

“Jesus! This stuff is putrid!” Cole said, who quickly put the cap back on.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you were female. One word of caution, though: only use a single drop. Use too much and it will attract every woman within a mile radius. Considering the size of Chicago, your body would probably be torn apart by hundreds of sex craved women.”

Cole slid the items into his coat pocket. Now all he needed was to find a virgin. Hope Frank was right about Penny.

xxxxx

Cole had taken up Penny on her invitation to see a movie. It was the first time he had been on a date since before Maria’s death and it felt extremely awkward at times.

Nonetheless, Penny seemed to fully believe his feigned enthusiasm for their date. He felt like a douchebag, pretending to be interested in a woman he cared nothing for; and like a douchebag, he was trying to get her in the sack — although without actually having sex with her. He still had no idea how he was going to pull this off.

The movie was a romantic comedy; Cole paid scant attention. During their time in the cinema he thought about how his time could be better spent doing other things. Even though he was doing this to find Maria’s killer, it sure did not feel like it. He would much rather be going through his case files for the billionth time or giving Zafira another sensual massage.

His mind did drift a few times towards that sexy succubus that forced her way into his life. Her perfect body, how her silky smooth skin felt, and those powerful orgasms were often at the front of his mind. If he were any other guy, he would be focused more on Penny’s body, which was impressive in its own right.

Just not as impressive as Zafira.

After the movie, Cole drove Penny home to her apartment. He parked the car at the entrance, “Well, I had a great time,Detective Harvey. We should do it again some time,” Penny said, smiling cutely.

“Please, I told you to stop with the ‘Detective Harvey’ stuff. Just call me Cole.”

“Well then, Cole, thank you for a wonderful evening.”

Penny leaned in, giving Cole a small peck on the cheek. She opened the passenger door when Cole grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“I haven’t had a wonderful night like this in a long time. I’d hate for it to end.”

“Well, the night is still young,” Penny said. “I can show you around my apartment if you want.”

“I would like that,” Cole smiled.

Cole parked his car into an empty space and then followed her up to her apartment. It was a cozy place, though it seemed a little bare. She had few furnishings. Only a couch and coffee table sat in her living room, with a small TV perched atop of an end table. Her minimal kitchen had a stove that looked barely used. A compact refrigerator and spotless microwave hunched on the counter. A dining room table was noticeably absent.

“Nice place,” Cole said, as he sat down on the couch. “Did you just move in?”

Penny sat next to Cole and shook her head. “No; been living here for over a year now. I’ve been saving money for college and haven’t been able to buy much. I tend to not live beyond my means.”

“It’s good you have your priorities in order.”

Penny laughed. “A rare quality I know. But having your priorities in order doesn’t leave much time for dating.”

“I’m surprised you asked me then,” Cole said.

“You seemed like a nice guy and I always liked older men better. Guys my age don’t act very mature.”

“Age has nothing to do with maturity. Hell, look at Frank.”

Penny scoffed. “You have a point. Look up douche bag in a dictionary and you’ll find his picture.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Cole laughed. “Just yesterday he was telling me about his oh-so-skillful ways of spotting virgins. He claims you’re a virgin because you dress so conservatively.”

“So because I don’t dress like a slut for his entertainment that makes me a virgin?” Penny asked disapprovingly.

“According to the great Frank Wallace; yes, it does.” Cole said sarcastically.

“He’s such a pig!” she scoffed again. “I hate to admit though, that he’s right.”

“You mean, you really are a virgin?” Cole asked.

“Yes, and I’m not ashamed of it. I just haven’t found the right guy yet. I always said that I would save myself for marriage and with college and work I’ve had no trouble keeping to my word. This doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Not at all,” Cole replied. “I’m surprised is all. It’s a rare quality these days.”

Cole got his confirmation. Now all he had to do was to get her to somehow change her mind. Her priorities and headstrong demeanor could be problematic.

“May I use your bathroom?” Cole asked.

“Sure. It’s down the hall and to the left.”

Cole got up from the couch and walked into the small tidy bathroom. He looked into the mirror, slightly disgusted with what he was planning to do. Penny was a good person, and to deflower her with the use of magic seemed wrong on so many levels. He too had priorities, however, and at the top of the list was finding Maria’s killer. At any cost.

He pulled the bottle of black liquid out of his pocket, turning his head as he unscrewed the lid. The smell was without a doubt the worst stench Cole had ever smelled in his life. He tilted the bottle down towards his skin; its vile contents quickly spilled onto Cole’s wrist. Shit! Zafira clearly said no more than a drop, and this was definitely more than a single drop. It was more like ten drops! He rushed to the sink to wash it off, but the black liquid stuck to his skin like a thick tar. Fuck! Now what was he going to do?

Cole slowly crept into Penny’s living room, unsure of the effect the incubus pheromone would have on her. She turned to him the moment he was in her line of sight.

“My God! What is that smell?” she asked.

“Oh, um. I don’t smell anything,” he hesitantly replied.

“It smells… delicious!” she said.

“Whew!” he thought. At least she did not think he smelled like raw sewage.

She got off the couch and walked over to him. “I feel… strange,” she said.

“Strange how?” he asked.

“My body… it… tingles.”

Cole became concerned. “Should I call an ambulance?”

“No,” she whimpered. “I’m fine. I’m just…”

“Just?”

Penny lunged at Cole, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him with an intensity he had never experienced before.

“Extremely horny,” she replied finally, after breaking their kiss.

She lunged at Cole again, kissing him with an urgent need. She pushed him slowly backwards towards her bedroom. Cole’s legs went out from under him as they reached her bed. Penny fell directly on top of him, never stopping her barrage of kisses.

Her kisses were enjoyable. Dangerously so. He needed her essence, but not at the expense of his soul. The incubus pheromone had taken complete control of Penny’s mind. There was no stopping her. Cole had to get out of there, and fast!

“Penny!” Cole shouted as he gasped for air. “This is great and all, but I have to get going.”

“You can’t go!” she proclaimed. “I need you! Inside me!”

Penny resumed her kissing while attempting to undo Cole’s trousers. He struggled against her, tossing her to the side.

“I’m sorry Penny!” he said as he stood. He walked out of the bedroom towards the front door when Penny tackled him from behind. He struggled to get her off of him when suddenly he felt a heavy blunt object hit the back of his head. Everything went dark.

xxxxx

Cole opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. His vision was blurred and his head hurt like hell. He tried moving his arms, but they would not budge. Cole soon discovered when he turned his head that his arms were tied to a bed with rolled up bed sheets. His legs would not move either. Cole looked down towards his feet. Indeed, his ankles were tied in the same fashion as his arms. He also noticed he had been stripped of all his clothes.

As his vision began to focus, he noticed something between his legs. The blurred figure came into focus. It was Penny, and she had been sucking on his cock while he had been unconscious.

“Penny! Stop!” Cole pleaded.

Penny rose her head, “I can’t stop! My body… it aches for you to be inside me. I need you to make me cum! To make the tingling stop!”

She resumed sucking on Cole’s stiff cock. He tried desperately to free himself, but it was no use. His arms and legs were tied too tight. Cole’s galloping heart pumped adrenaline through every inch of his body.

“Penny! You have to stop! I’ll die if you keep going! I will literally die!”

Penny stopped, but only momentarily. She shed herself of all clothes, exposing her young supple body to Cole. He tried to put his arousal out of his mind. But with her perky breasts, flat stomach and dripping virgin pussy, it was impossible for his dick to go limp.

Penny climbed on top of Cole and perched her eager pussy above Cole’s rock hard cock. If she proceeded, Cole’s soul would be corrupted, and Zafira would no doubt claim it, ending his life.

“Penny! No!” Cole desperately pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Cole, I have to!”

It was over. Penny squatted down the length of his shaft all the way. Her warm tight virgin pussy gripped his cock like a clenched fist. He was now inside her, no turning back.

Cole watched helplessly as Penny rapidly impaled herself onto Cole’s cock. She fucked him with the speed of an experienced porn star. Penny moaned blissfully as her insides stretched around his girth. She had no idea sex was this good, and the incubus pheromone amplified the sensation. Penny orgasmed multiple times in rapid succession and just kept going. At this rate, she would soon die of cardiac arrest.

Cole was at her mercy. Her pussy felt good, damngood! But, all things considered, the prospect of being fucked to death was bittersweet. He tried to hold back his own orgasm, but not even a man with the worst case of erectile dysfunction could keep from cumming inside her. He unloaded what felt like buckets of cum deep inside her innocent virgin pussy.

Penny just kept fucking. The extra lubrication from Cole’s cum added to Penny’s pleasure which only made it that much easier to keep going. Still against his will, Cole’s cock remained hard through it all. Completely powerless, the only thing Cole could do was endure her sexual assault.

Penny’s body showed fatigue after what seemed like an eternity. Sweat soaked her slender body, from her head to forever. Her breathing was so heavy and ragged — Cole knew she would surely perish if she continued. Luckily, Penny fainted and fell on the bed beside Cole.

He could feel her still breathing — that much was a relief. On the other hand, he was still completely tied up. Cole tried once more to free himself, but failed. “Fuck! Now what am I supposed to do?” he thought.

His question was answered for him. “That was quite a show!” a familiar voice said from the other side of the room.

Cole turned his head to the side. In a chair in the far corner was none other than the sexy demoness Zafira. She wore not a single article of clothing, and her horns, wings and tail were out for Cole to see.

“Were you there the whole time?” Cole shouted.

“I showed up in time to catch the good parts.” Apparently Zafira really did enjoy watching, evident by her moist pussy that dripped down to the chair.

“I don’t believe this! Could you please untie me?”

Zafira walked over to Cole’s helpless body. She glanced at his erection, still covered in Penny’s sweet magical nectar.

Licking her lips, “A cock covered in a pure soul’s cumand virgin’s essence? That’s too tasty to pass up!”

Cole’s eyes widened as Zafira crawled between his legs. His body and mind trembled with fear. Despite his best efforts to keep his soul pure he had failed. Now, she was here to claim her prize and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Zafira paused. “Why are you so frightened?”

“Please don’t take my soul! At least not until we find Maria’s killer. Then do as you please.”

Zafira looked puzzled. Her eyes flashed red; she opened her mouth.

“No!”

Zafira slid her mouth all the way down Cole’s cock, savoring the luxurious taste. She moaned and hummed as she sucked him clean, ingesting every sweet dollop.

Cole felt his end at hand, but that did not stop him from enjoying the sensation of her mouth on his cock. Nothing in his sex life had ever compared to this. She was perfect in every sense of the word.

It was not worth his life, though. Cole struggled with all his might, to no avail. His restraints held him in place while Zafira continued to suck his painfully erect cock. The more he struggled, the harder and faster she sucked.

Unable to resist the exquisite pleasure, Cole’s balls were about to release their contents once more. Cole knew this time, however, it would be his last.

“Stop! Please!” he begged.

Zafira ignored his plea. She even inserted her slender index finger into his tight rectum and pressed against his prostate, making him involuntarily thrust upward. The twisting of her finger as she darted in and out of him sent him over the edge. With two fingers rolling inside him, Cole closed his eyes, accepting his doom while shooting the biggest load of cum into Zafira’s hungry mouth.

Zafira stopped and stood at the side of the bed, licking her lips. “Mmm! So delicious!” She looked down, “How many times do I have to tell you? I only take corrupt souls.”

Cole opened his eyes. He was confused. He was still alive? How was his soul not corrupt? He just had sex with Pennyand was sucked off by Zafira.

“How the hell-”

“Rape isn’t lust, silly boy.” Zafira said, shaking her head.

It all suddenly made sense. Cole never consented to any of this. In his mind, his life was on the line. He was probably the first person in history to breathe a sigh of relief with the knowledge he had been raped.

“So, could you please untie me now?”

Zafira twirled her index finger in the air. The wadded up bed sheets that held Cole to the bed unraveled themselves, freeing him.

“Now, shouldn’t you get what you came for before the rapist wakes up, or did you forget about that?” Zafira asked impatiently.

He had forgotten. Thinking you’re going to die has that effect.

Penny had thrown Cole’s clothes all over the bedroom. Cole gathered his scattered garb and dressed. He retrieved the two vials Zafira had given him from his coat pocket and popped the tops off. He held each enchanted vial against Penny’s soaked pussy and watched as the small bottles filled themselves with her essence, leaving only droplets of Cole’s own semen behind.

Cole handed the vials to Zafira. “Will she remember any of this?” he asked.

“Most likely.”

“Can you do something about that?”

“Short of killing her, no. If she were male it would be a different story.”

“Fuck! Out of the frying pan and into the fire.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Besides, you have bigger things to focus on, yes?”

Cole nodded in agreement. Only one item remained until he would have the answers he so desperately sought.

“For the record, could you please explain to me what exactly constitutes lust so I don’t unnecessarily give myself a heart attack?”

“Knowingly and consensually having intercourse or oral sex with a person outside of a formal union. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Zafira drew a circle in the air, creating a portal through which they stepped through, disappearing from Penny’s apartment.