Demons and devils were, by and large, risky. Ben was part demon himself, on his father’s side, but it only showed if one knew what they were looking for. Slightly tinted eyes, the right sharpness of tooth, a certain timbre in his voice, and of course his hair. Where most people saw wide, wavy black curls, a careful eye would pick out shades that belonged on a more devilish spectrum.

That little bit of reassurance helped Ben walk forward to this little devil’s apartment. The city had been quiet for months now, given all that had transpired since March, but perhaps it was that little demon in him that grinned at breaking the rules and finding strangers to talk to while everyone else hid in their homes.

He looked at his phone. Her latest text said – 1818 Regency Boulevard, by the coast and reminded him to be there at 7:00 tonight. He didn’t live far enough away to justify driving, and the walk over was only half an hour at the longest. He’d brought a box of panko, some walnuts, a jar of honey, and three condoms in his pockets.

He’d never really felt young on first dates, or really on dates in general – more often than not he was expected to be the assertive, the mature, the stronger of two partners – particularly if someone knew about him being, well, part demon. What everyone failed to realize was that sharp features and a fiendish background doesn’t mean someone likes to fit that stereotype. It was a relief to him when he found someone who wanted to fill that mold for him, but it was unexpected that such a person would be nearly a decade older than him. Twenty-eight – she was eight years his elder, and yet she still wanted him over. She was still interested in him. They’d called before, they had video chats – they did all that one could do over the phone. Quarantine made sure that dating was slowed down to a snail’s pace. They’d known each other since before May, and only now were seeing each other in person.

The blossoms on the vines were pink, standing out against the deep green branches stuck to the walls of rich gardens. After he crossed the street, Ben could see the sun dipping to the edge of the sea, staining the overcast sky bright orange. It was his favorite moment of the day, the seconds when the sun set, seeing the sky shine its prettiest before turning to dark – and any other day he’d take time to soak it in. Even though he was early, he still walked quickly to her place.

Mary R. – Maria R. That was her name in his phone, Mary. Initially he’d assumed it was a pseudonym, most devils wouldn’t take a biblical name like that.

If his memory of their video call a week ago was to recall, she was soft, with a fair bit of weight on her, long dark hair, and breasts the size of cantaloupes. Perhaps larger, if her bet was to be believed. She loved to fluster him, push his buttons and get him to blush. He loved that he’d found someone who enjoyed that again – someone who made moves on him. One of her first moves was to put up a challenge. He’d mentioned he had big hands, large enough to touch four octaves on a keyboard between the both of them. She’d mentioned that her breasts were large enough that she needed reduction surgery, and the quarantine was the only thing that made such a cosmetic change impossible. She bet him that he couldn’t hold one with his hand, and he’d said that if he couldn’t he’d have to make her breakfast. She giggled at her bet, and he blushed.

As Ben got closer to her room, he smiled – it was a win-win. In either case he got to hold her breasts, and if he won she’d make him breakfast, if he lost he’d get to make her breakfast. More dating, and more serving. His brain wondered if that’s the kind of devil in him – the kind one calls on to serve. He was sure tonight was only going to be dinner though. She was a cautious devil, careful not to let her unorthodox tastes bleed through for others to see. He saw it as a little overly paranoid, but in her position perhaps it was justified – she had a hand in high places – and if someone saw her free hand playing in the mud with him, that would put a damper on her reputation.

As he knocked on her door Ben thought about what he’d signed off on. He’d prepared everything, rehearsed his best recipe, brushed his teeth twice, every single thing checked off for and prepared for. He held a blushing grin as the door swung open, and tried to keep his cool. But his heart thundered in his chest – he was unready for the woman at the door.

She was voluptuous, stunning him such that he needed to take a full step back. The grin on his face widened as he admired hers – her lips were full and red, thick with lipstick. Her eyes were brown just like his, and her hair was lighter than the photos would make him believe. She was short, far shorter than him. Perhaps over a foot shorter. There was no warning, and she reached out and hugged him, “Benny – glad you could make it.” He blushed. Very few had given him the joy of calling him Benny, and he loved hearing those syllables roll off her tongue and out of her soft lips. She grabbed his free hand and pulled him inside to hug him. He bent down low to meet her plush, graceful form.

Stepping in with her, he was amazed at the ostentatious beauty of the place – his own room wasn’t too shabby, but her place was just as stunning as her body. Everything was lit a dim red – giving the room a warm background light behind everything. Little fairy lights danced around the windows and above a cushy leather sofa. She’d arranged two tall glasses of pink wine on the living room table for them.

“Sorry, Ben, do you drink?” She offered him one, “I know you’re underage, so I won’t insist on you having any if you don’t want.”

Ben cleared his throat, “I’ll take a sip, thank you.” He tried to sound cool, but she smiled and saw right through the façade to the boyish interior – “May I- ” he gestured towards the ingredients he was holding, but he couldn’t finish his sentence.

Mary cut him off, “Yes please – set those down there.” She pointed to the open space by the sink. Everything felt tiny there compared to Ben. She opened the sliding glass door onto her patio, where she’d setup an herb garden. Ben had spoken with her about it, he had a bit of a green thumb, and had advised her quite a fair bit over the last few weeks.

He took a sip from his glass while she went on about the succulents and the peppers. They grew well here, and he attentively followed along, keeping note of her every word as his eyes danced up and down her body. She was wearing a black dressy shirt, he didn’t have the name for it, but it was relatively loose, hanging off of her body slightly. It was as wide as she was plush, and it served to hide her more demonic features from him. Perhaps a whip-like tail would dance about behind her back if it came off. Perhaps she was hiding horns under her hair. As he was mesmerized by that thought, she sat him down by the patio table. Their discussion continued for half an hour, mixed with smiles, laughs, and occasionally she’d stretch her hand across to touch his arm while they spoke.

He loved to play up his coy shyness around her. He’d blush, smile, call her too nice, and they’d move the conversation to a different point. “So – what brought you onto that server Ben?”

“Well, I guess – it’s complicated but, my last partner, well we kinda had this sort of relationship, but we never really thought about it in this sense, I always felt guilty about it. Like I was letting her walk on me –

“But you enjoyed it, though?” Mary put her hand on his, pulling his eyes back up to look into hers. He recognized a flickering color in her irises. Hues dancing in hypnotizing array, making his nervous speech heavier, more desirous.

“Of course – she could do whatever she wanted with me, and I loved it most of the time! I just didn’t have a name for that, and I didn’t know what I was looking for until, well until I put my name on that board. And I didn’t get anything from it until you asked for that picture of me.”

“Aww, that’s sweet – Ben, so, what kinda things are you into?”

“I’m – well, I’m kinda new, truth be told. And, I’m sorry if I haven’t been holding your hand as much as you’ve been reaching out for mine, it’s just. Well, I’m shy, and being forward about this sorta thing is difficult for me, especially when I’m with someone new. But once I get a feeling for what’s good between me and someone, it becomes -”

“It becomes a lot easier, doesn’t it?”

“Yes – exactly. I’m ok with asking and doing once I know that it’s, um, acceptable – that you want me to.”

“Of course. Because if I want you to, you want to do it too.”

“Exactly – you know that’s just what I mean with this. I like that sort of, um, assertiveness from someone else. It makes me feel more secure about things, and -”

She reached a hand onto his shoulder and smiled, “Hey, let’s get to dinner then shall we?” She grinned, baring a pair of fangs that dwarfed his already large incisors.

He was to make her breaded and fried honey walnut shrimp, and Ben began his cooking by pouring the batter into one bowl, shrimp into another, and oil into a pan to fry them. A second pan held the walnuts, and he started sweetening and frying them. But, before he could turn the heat on, Mary stepped around the corner, and asked him something simple.

“You mentioned, Ben, that you were a little nervous about being forward.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly the best at showing affection upfront, y’know.”

“I understand that,” She gave him a hungry grin and stepped forward, “so you wouldn’t be the best at…” Her soft hand wrapped around his back, and he stepped into her embrace, bending lower to meet her, “kissing first?”

Ben was shocked. The night before, he’d fantasized about maybe – maybe – getting to hug her, perhaps a kiss goodbye; that’s the most he’d gotten on dates before, but tonight she started by planting a kiss right on his cheek.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Ben was speechless and shook his head. He tried to recompose himself, barely getting out an “I…” before she pulled him by his hair for a second round. Her lips were wet, the saliva was cool, and her mouth was warm. He could taste the sweetness of the wine on her breath, and he looked at her eyelids as they fluttered up and down while her arms tightly pulled him closer. Every second the kiss held, she tasted sweeter, she filled him with an intoxicatingly sweet ambrosia.

She pushed him against the counter, and he was ready to let her do whatever she wanted to him. Her hands were small, and he felt the little sharp, clawlike nails digging into his back as she scratched long trails through his thin shirt. She smelled heavenly, like someone he could fall head over heels for in a matter of seconds. She bit down on his lower lip and pulled it back before kissing his cheek. He loved how

“Alright, good boy, get back to work,” She smirked and walked back around the corner to the bar across from Ben. He felt a sharp prick on his right calve, and glanced down to see the tip of a tail poking out from under her skirt.

“Get cooking Ben.” Her voice was stark, stern, but kind. She smiled. He knew her commands. He was like a puppy she’d just pulled off the street, ready to do any little command, just needed a little training.

He dashed the shrimp with the panko and the cornstarch, after battering them with milk and beaten eggs. They fell into the pan and sizzled as they fried. The walnuts did the same in a hot bowl of sugar-water. His sauce was ready to be blended, a mix of mayonnaise and honey and spice. As he whisked it together, he took a finger into his mouth.

Mary gawked at this act, and said, “Ben. You didn’t ask if I wanted to try that.”

“Oh! Sure, it’s a little sweet right now, I’m just -” As he moved over to hand her the bowl, she held up her hand

“Not the sauce, your finger.” She beckoned him with the raised hand.

His finger was still partially coated in the viscous white sauce, she grinned and pulled it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and tightening her soft lips like a vice on it.

Ben felt her sharp teeth gently gnaw on him before she pulled it out with a pop and a moan.

“Heavenly, Ben. It’s delicious.” She paused before adding, “Now for the sauce.” She took her finger and dipped it in the bowl between her and Ben. She glanced at it before adding, “Open up, Benny.”

Ben’s mouth was already half-ajar, and she stuck it in. The sauce was as sweet as she’d said. She squinted at him and he sucked on the digit in his mouth. She let him lick it clean before she started to pull it out.

“All done?” He nodded. “Good boy. Get back to your stove.”

He shuffled back over, and began setting the shrimp into the oil. They seared up and shot little droplets along the stovetop. One, two, three, five, eight, twelve, fifteen shrimp into the skillet, and from behind he felt a little squeeze. As focused as he was he didn’t hear the little devil snaking around behind him to pinch his rear. She reached forward and let her claws run down his chest while she snugly held onto him.

Ben gasped as the sharp nails scratched over his chest. She moaned at that little noise of his, and ran her hand across him again, hoping it would work a second time. The gasp was now through gritted teeth – she smiled, gave his ass a firm grab, and walked away while her tail smacked him on the way out.

Ben could barely hold his head together to fish the shrimp out of the oil – He lathered them with his sweet sauce and garnished them with walnuts. That little devil had already summoned orange chicken out of thin air. Even if it tasted better, they both knew it would not be as satisfying as the shrimp made by her servant’s hands.

Ben plated the dishes in tiny chinaware, and the two sat back down outside. They continued to chat and drink and nibble on their food.

“Ohhh, Ben this is so, unbelievably, delicious.” She licked a little sauce off her lip and looked ben straight in his eyes.

“Oh, it was nothing, really – plus I made the sauce too…” She put a finger up to his lips.

“It’s perfect Benny.” He blushed at those words. She bit down on her tongue and asked him quietly, “Ben, I believe you have a challenge waiting for you inside.”

“What, I mean – you don’t?” He was flustered and uncertain.

“Well, I did make a bet. And I do expect you to make good on that bet, Ben.” She grinned and stood up, swung open the sliding glass door, and stepped in. “Come in.” She commanded him. He followed her inside.

“Close those curtains.” He did as he was told and lowered the white curtains on the walls.

“Sit.” She gestured to the couch. He sat himself down precisely where she pointed.

“Now,” she smiled and planted herself next to him, “I wonder,” she lifted one leg onto his lap, “what,” she hefted the other, and was now lounging across him, “you,” she placed a hand behind his back, “were thinking the other day.” He heard a snap as her free hand fumbled behind her back.

Ben licked his lips, “what do you mean?”

“I mean you made a bet you couldn’t win.” She smiled and let her dress down, revealing a pair of warm, voluptuous globes beckoning to Ben. Mary saw the look in his eyes and her smile grew wide as she realized a discovery about her boy.

“Ohh, you’re a fan of these, aren’t you.” He didn’t have to answer for her to know, “Well, go ahead, try.”

Ben gingerly held out his right hand and cupped her left breast. It was soft, dense, and heavy. But he couldn’t get it all in one palm.

He exhaled and smiled.

“See Ben, I know you think you just won, but you forgot one little detail. Or, maybe you considered it,” as she spoke she began to lean forward over Ben and her tail wrapped around his legs like a coiling snake, “but when I said you’d have to make me breakfast – that meant you’d be here all night. And until you make your end of the bargain, you’re all mine.” She pushed him onto his back and held herself over him, her boobs dangling tantalizingly above him.

She licked her lips, “Now that you’re all mine – all my little boy, my little hellhound, I guess I should make use of you.”

Ben’s mouth was left half open, speechless.

“No words? Good boy.” She reached down to his waist, letting her breasts fall to touch him. The mere sensation of soft, warm skin on him was exhilarating. She could sense his heart beating rapidly, she could smell his excitement, she could see in his eyes how much he was hers.

She savored the moment to look down at her night’s quarry. She paused to think how she wanted tonight to go, whether she’d start with having him beg, or perhaps something more.

A long inhale told her all she needed to know about the little half-demon under her. He was already ready for what she had in store.

“Good boy.” She grinned and put her hand on his bicep. “Stay put, don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”

Ben froze like a statue, obeying the command to the syllable. She bent down to kiss his forehead to reward the good behavior. “Oh you like that don’t you. You like being told what to do?”

Ben said nothing, keeping to her first request, but she didn’t need to wait for him to answer her question, “You don’t need to answer that Ben – I already know you love that.” She disappeared into her bedroom and strutted back with her hands lathered in lubricant and her tail swinging behind her back.

“Take them off.” Ben didn’t need to be told twice, and he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, lowering them hastily past his knees.

“Good boy. Now, sit up.” Ben smiled and raised his back against the cushy couch. Mary sat down next to him, and without warning gripped his dick in her right hand. Ben was a little shocked by the tightness – he was a sensitive being. He tensed and gasped – Mary almost moaned at the sound of his reaction. She began to tug it, then loosened the grip to stroke along his shaft.

“Aww, you seem so flustered Ben.” Ben nodded hastily, “Good.” Her strokes rapidly gained speed – the lube started to heat up in her palms.

“Ben, you know why that’s good?”

Ben shook his head.

“Aww, that’s ok. It’s good because you’re figuring out that this dick…” she paused and gestured at it.

“This dick…” She drew her mouth close to his ear.

“Is mine.” The two words rang through Ben like thunder. He bit his lip while she gripped just under his head.

“Oh it’s all mine Ben. So I can do this…” She pinched a nub of sensitive skin under the swollen tip,

“I can do this…” She drew out the last word while she brushed the long shaft with her fingertips.

“I can do all this…” She gripped it with the tips of her nails, using her free hand to grab Ben from the other side.

“And I can do…” Ben inhaled during the brief pause before she finished, “this…” Her tail curled around the base of it and began to softly pump.

Ben gasped at the foreign, unexpected sensation.

“But I don’t just own your dick, Ben.”

Ben gasped out her next words for her, “You own all of me!”

She smiled and bent down to kiss his red cheek, “Oh, such a good good boy. I own all of you Ben. And right now, I really want to see what this does to you.”

Ben felt a slight pinch on his ass as she tightened around his shaft and began quick, long strokes up and down. His biceps tensed and relaxed with each exchange of skin on skin, and Mary watched as his face lit up with arousal and fear.

“Oh you’re resisting so good, baby. But you don’t kneed to worry…” She coiled her tail tightly around his member, “I own this. I won’t let it do something I don’t want it to do.”

Ben nodded.

“Good.” She grinned before starting the same rapid strokes again, “Now beg.”

Ben couldn’t speak with the constant stimulation and pleasure, but Mary repeated, “Beg for what you want.”

Ben barely mouthed out, “Please -”

“Please what?” She smirked

“Please can I suck on your breasts?” Ben bent forwards towards her

“Ohh, you’d like these?” Ben nodded, she continued, “Beg more.”

“Please, Please Miss, please madam, please mistress, please…” Ben gasped as the pleasure buildup was shut by the sudden tightening around him again. As soon as he spoke up she started again. He’d speak, beg, plea – then become speechless as the infernally soft and smooth tissue turned his mind to mush.

“Good boy. You can have it, but you have to be careful Ben.”

He didn’t heed a word she said as he put as much tissue between his lips as he could. The demon’s nipple was already wet, but until his tongue began to work on it, he couldn’t have told if it was sweat or…

“Ben, I told you to be careful there…” He felt her right hand going through his hair while the left and her tail started work again, “Because if you take too much tonight will be…”

Ben’s mind was putty with the flavors dancing on his tongue – sweeter than sugar, more potent than champagne, smoother than a milkshake. He was so lost in her that he slurred out, “incredible,” with her milk dripping down the sides of his lips.

“Oh my little hellhound…” she continued to slide her hand and tail along him, while her breasts buzzed with the pleasure his lips and tongue worked, “It’ll be more than that.”

THE END