Feature Writer: Djmac1031
Feature Title: THE SEDUCTION OF DARKNESS
Published: 28.09.2023
Story Codes: Demonic
Synopsis: Born of vengeance, a seductive She-Demon is tempted by love.
Author’s After Notes: Curious as to what happens next? Fear not, for the story continues in The Devil And Angel Em, to which this is, of course, a prequel. My goal was to write this as a stand alone tale, leaving readers the option to continue by checking out the original story if they have not already read it. I am already in the process of writing a third part to this saga that will pick up immediately after the events in The Devil And Angel Em and answer a few questions left over from both stories and delve still deeper into the Supernatural realm. Although exactly when that will be published, I cannot yet say. I need to thank, yet again, the wonderful and brilliant Emily Miller for her incredible contributions to this story, as my muse, my beta reader, my go-to person to bounce ideas off of, and for her own imaginative suggestions. She is also writing her own Angels & Demons saga, starting with Off The Shoulder, and it’s sequel, Heaven & Hole, where you can learn more about Emma and Lily, a pair of Demon and Angel lovers, and the mischief they get up to that I briefly hinted at in this story. Em and I have had an absolute blast connecting our stories through several Easter Eggs, references, and character crossovers. And we’re certainly considering new ideas and ways to connect them even more in future tales, while still maintaining our own creative independence and unique styles of storytelling. I’d also like to thank Mastered_Again and joy_of_cooking for beta reading. Final thanks to you, as always, for your readership. It means a lot to me, truly.
Song Credit: Hold On, I’m Comin’ / Songwriters: David Porter / Isaac Hayes / Performed by Sam & Dave
The Seduction Of Darkness
Part I: Rise Of The She-Demon
1618 B.C.E.
“My Lord, are you sure we should be here?”
Cozbi trembled nervously as her new husband, Zimri, led her through the camp to his personal tent. She felt the eyes of the High Priests, along with others of the gathered tribe, move over her body as Zimri led her past. Their scowls were not at all approving.
“Of course, my darling,” Zimri assured her. “You are my wife now, I can bring you anywhere I please.”
“But, your people did not approve,” Cozbi reminded him. “We were married in the eyes of my people, under our Gods, yes. But your High Priests refused us that same right.”
“It matters not,” Zimri dismissed her. “We have sworn oaths, and I have paid the purchase price to your father. You belong to me now.”
Pulling her inside his tent, he closed the flap behind him.
“Remove your clothes.” His instruction was firm, insistent.
Cozbi did as she was told, quickly shedding her long, flowing bridal robes. In moments, she stood revealed before her new husband, her olive skin aglow with sweat from the desert heat.
Zimri disrobed as well. Cozbi gasped at the sight of his manhood. It wasn’t her first encounter with a circumcised male. Unlike the Hebrew God that Zimri worshiped, her Gods had no restrictions on sex, purity or chastity.
So she was quite familiar with the male sex organ. Up until this moment though, she’d never seen one quite so… unimpressive.
Still, she understood her wifely duty, and dropped to her knees before him, eager to perform it.
Zimri, however, had not the patience. Pushing her to the carpeted floor of the tent, he moved above her, pinning her down with his superior strength.
His engorged member prodded eagerly at the entrance to her own tent, and without preamble or warning of any kind, Zimri forced himself inside her.
Cozbi found herself grateful he was not nearly as well endowed as the men she’d been with before, since Zimri had given her no time to build her desire enough to ease his passage.
Still, as he thrust away eagerly, she felt her pleasure grow, soon finding a rhythm with him, her hips swaying as he pumped.
A rhythm that ended all too quickly when she felt his seed erupt within her.
Zimri collapsed over her, panting and sweating profusely. “Ah, my darling Cozbi, you truly are an exotic delight! I am looking forward to…”
His words were cut off by the sounds of an angry mob gathered outside their tent. Zimri turned his head just in time to see the frenzied, wild eyed priest burst in, a long, sharp spear in hand.
Trapped beneath her husband, Cozbi could only watch in horror as the invader lifted the spear high, his eyes glazed over with madness and rage.
Zimri cried out in fear, then agony.
Cozbi screamed as well. A sharp burst of pain exploded in her abdomen.
Then her world went black.
Somewhere Outside Time And Space
“Wake up. Wake up, my child.”
Cozbi lifted her head slowly. Her eyes fluttered open.
The room was bigger than anything she’d ever seen before, far grander than even her father’s royal court, or the many temples her people had erected in honor of the Gods.
The granite floor was hard, smooth, cool to the touch. The stone walls of the long, rectangular hall seemed to reach to the heavens, as did the parallel rows of columns that ran the length of the cavernous space.
At the far end was a staircase, flanked by two massive stone pillars, gargoyle carvings perched atop each, along with a pair of brightly burning torches.
The staircase led to a dais on which sat a throne, wreathed in flames. A large, multicolored orb of glass, or perhaps some type of highly polished stone, topped the backrest, shimmering with an unearthly glow.
Upon the throne sat a figure, obscured in mist and shadow.
“Stand, child,” the figure commanded.
Cozbi scrambled to her feet, naked, afraid, clutching absently at her belly.
“Do not be frightened, child.” The voice was softer now, soothing. “Come closer.”
Cozbi tentatively approached the foot of the stairs, eyes cast downwards, uneager to meet the gaze of the mysterious figure.
“Stop. Right there. Now, stand straight, child. Let me look at you.”
Finding her strength, Cozbi lifted her head, her arms dropping to her sides, no longer attempting to cover herself.
Puffing out her chest, she stood proud and unashamed before him. Although his face was still obscured in shadow, she met his fiery eyes with her own defiant glare.
“I am no CHILD! I am Princess Cozbi, daughter of Zur, ruler of Midian, and wife of Zimri, son of Salu of the tribe of Simeon of the Israelites!”
“Good,” his deep voice chuckled. “Oh very, very good. You have spirit, I like that. Oh yes, you’ll do nicely.”
“What do you mean?” Cozbi spat. “Where is my husband? I demand you bring me to him! I…”
Booming laughter cut her off. “Oh, my dear Cozbi! You are in no position to demand anything! Do you even know where you are? Stop and think for a moment. What is the last thing you remember?”
Cozbi thought deeply, struggling to recall. The memory came back in a flash; the angry cry of the priest, the blur of the spear, the wail of agony. She again clenched at the phantom pain in her abdomen.
“I… am I…?”
“Dead? Yes. I’m so sorry.”
“And this is…?”
“The Underworld, yes.”
“Are you Ba’al?”
Again the good-natured laugh. “No. But he is an associate of mine.”
The figure stood and, with graceful ease, descended the stairs.
The mist parted as he approached, revealing himself clearly; tall, lean, his body adorned in elegant, kingly robes of red and purple, edged with gold trim along the sleeves and hem.
Long black hair framed the angular features of his chiseled marble face. Slitted amber eyes twinkled with wicked merriment.
His thin lips offered her a warm, almost loving smile. Cozbi trembled at his terrifying beauty.
“Who are you?” Cozbi asked in wonder.
“I go by many names. One you might be familiar with is Asmodeus.”
Cozbi nodded. “Ah. Yes, I have heard of you. You’re… you’re more… handsome, than I expected.”
Again his smile inflamed her desire. “Do you know why you’re here, my dear?”
Cozbi shook her head. His gaze as his eyes wandered over her body made her nethers tingle.
“You are here because your family sold you like a piece of property to a man from a tribe of wandering nomads who believe it is perfectly acceptable to slaughter any heathen who does not worship their vengeful God.”
“But,” Cozbi objected, “Zimri selected me, knowing I was not of his tribe, his faith. I had no choice in the matter; it was the will of my family that I be wed to him, to form a union between our people.”
“And yet his people slaughtered you as casually as one of their sacrificial lambs,” he sighed in sympathy. “Zimri broke the rules about choosing a wife from among the pagans. But they blamed you for seducing him, and so you also paid the price. Do you think that fair?”
Cozbi shook with brimming anger. “No.”
“Good.” Asmodeus grinned wider, revealing his perfect white teeth. “Neither do I. Now tell me, dear Princess; would you like to have your revenge? The ability to take down those men, and ones like them, that abuse their power and harm others for their own means? To seduce them to their eternal Doom?”
Cozbi didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Then kneel. Pledge yourself to me, and I will give you powers beyond imagination.”
Cozbi knelt, bowing her head, arms raised in supplication. “I pledge myself to your service. I am yours to command, Lord Asmodeus.”
“Very well. I accept your service.” Extending his arm, Asmodeus offered his hand. Cozbi leaned in to kiss the goat headed ring on his finger.
Taking her by the hand, he led her up the staircase. Another throne, sparkling with gemstones the likes Cozbi had never before seen, appeared beside his, as if from nowhere. Flames encircled it as well, yet she felt no heat.
“Here, sit.” With a gesture, he guided her to her seat before taking his own.
His voice turned deadly serious. “I have an offer for you, Princess. A position in my service; one I think you will quite enjoy.”
Nissan 13, 33 C.E.
“What troubles you, my love?”
Cozbi sat on the edge of the bed, naked, her breasts shining in the pale moonlight streaming through the open window.
Her newest lover stood before it, also nude, staring up into the night sky. “The walls are closing in. I have heard the whispers, the grumbling. They will come for us. It is only a matter of time now.”
Cozbi stood and moved to him. Her arms enveloped his waist, her breasts crushed against his muscular back.
Her soft hand caressed his flaccid member, trying to coax it back to life.
Her voice whispered lightly in his ear, a hint of fresh wine on her breath. “You could always turn him in.”
The man whirled on her angrily, swatting her hand away. “I cannot! I must not! What you speak of is the worst kind of betrayal! I would be damned!”
“You would be saving yourself,” Cozbi countered. “It is not you they want. It is him. He is the trouble maker, the rabble rouser. It is his radical teachings that stir the people to rebel against the Pharisees. Against the Empire.”
Cozbi pressed herself to him again, pleased to discover the sleeping giant of his manhood stirring from its slumber. “Besides, if he is who he says he is, he should have no trouble escaping capture. And you will have redeemed yourself in the eyes of the High Priests. You will have done your duty to your people and your God, handing over a wicked blasphemer. They cannot blame you if he eludes them, can they?”
The man pondered this. “And what if he does not elude them? They will certainly crucify him.”
“Then he is not who he claims to be, is he? And he would deserve his fate.”
Cozbi smiled seductively, taking a firm grip on his throbbing organ. This time, he did not object.
“Come back to bed, Judas. Let me ease your worries. Things will look clearer come morning.”
Nissan 17, 33 C.E.
It was not yet dawn when Cozbi arrived at the tomb.
Carefully scanning her surroundings with preternatural vision, she saw no one nearby.
Rolling the stone away from the cave entrance was easy; accomplished by a simple wave of the hand.
Removing the burial shroud from the already decaying corpse that lay supine on the crude stone altar was harder. She couldn’t risk destroying it; her orders were to leave it intact. That meant getting her hands dirty.
“Ugh,” she gasped as the final bits of cloth peeled away, along with several layers of rotted flesh. “Sorry about this, truly, but it’s your own damn fault. Play with fire, you get burned. Or, in your case, nailed.”
Cozbi eyed the fragile, pale body with regret. “Damn shame, really. You know, several of us had a running bet as to whether or not God really had done something as stupid as turn Himself into a human and come down to Earth. Do you realize how many low level Imps I’m gonna have to suck off now that you turned out to be a fraud?”
Cozbi lashed out, slapping the face of the unfeeling carcass. With a shake of her head, she laughed bitterly. “Look at me; I’m talking to a fucking corpse. I am definitely taking a well earned sabbatical after this.”
With a resigned sigh, Cozbi bent, pressed her hands to the body, and pushed. “Okay, Yeshua, let’s…ufff…get this over with.”
The body fell to the ground with a dull thunk. Cozbi grimaced at the mess, then closed her eyes and focused her energy.
The cave shook violently as the rocky surface beneath the cadaver split open, small cracks becoming a gaping maw, swallowing the body whole. The ground then slowly sealed itself, concealing the corpse of the former carpenter turned prophet completely.
“Good job,” Cozbi chuckled to herself. “Last place anyone would look for the body of a dead Messiah; right where they left it.”
Sunlight streamed through the opening of the cave as dawn arrived. Just outside, she could hear voices, footsteps getting closer.
“Right on time.”
With a blink of her eyes, her dark robes transformed into a brilliant, glowing white. With a second blink, so did her hair.
Unlike most Angels and many of her fellow Demons, Cozbi did not possess wings. But with a little trick of the light and some clever manipulation of her robes, she could create the illusion easily enough.
Raising herself to her full height, she strode purposefully from the tomb.
Two women were waiting outside. One, the dead man’s mother; the other, his secret wife. They fell to their knees, blanched with terror, as she approached.
“Fear ye not!” Cozbi proclaimed in a loud, clear voice. “I know ye seek Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here, for he is risen! Now go, quickly, and tell his disciples the news! Tell them to spread the word!”
The women scrambled to their feet, running back across the valley from which they’d come.
“And make sure you tell them the Angel who sent you was a WOMAN!” Cozbi yelled after them.
Somewhere Outside Time And Space
“Is it done?”
Cozbi plunked herself down on her throne beside Asmodeus with an exhausted sigh. “Yep. Body gone without a trace, witnesses to the ‘Angel’ at the tomb declaring him ‘risen.’ The tale is already spreading.”
“Good,” Asmodeus grinned. “Well done, Princess. You have served me well.”
“I really wish you’d stop calling me that,” Cozbi objected, “I haven’t been a ‘Princess’ in a long time.”
Asmodeus winked at her. “Whatever you say, M’Lady.”
“Don’t be a dick, As.”
Asmodeus laughed his deep, booming laugh. “You know you love it, Cozbi. You’ve never stopped considering yourself royalty, even after that priest put a spear through your…”
“Enough,” Cozbi snapped, clenching her lower belly. “Seriously, As, you know I hate it when you bring up the past.”
“I am sorry, my love.”
Cozbi simply glared at him. He didn’t sound even slightly remorseful.
A thought then occurred to her. “I must ask; what was the point of all that? Would it not have been better for them to find the body still in the tomb? To discover he was a charlatan, just another false Messiah?”
“Oh, but you fail to understand the beauty of it,” said Asmodeus. “His band of followers are spreading the word of his ‘resurrection’ as we speak. They are already dying for their belief in him.
“And soon, they will kill for that belief. Their cult will spread like wildfire, leaving chaos and mayhem behind them as they go.
“Wars will be fought in his name. Empires will fall. Even genocide. It will be glorious. And all to serve the purpose of our Master.”
Cozbi smiled nonchalantly, but inside, her thoughts were in turmoil as the ramifications of her actions now became clear.
Seducing already wicked humans and leading them to their doom was one thing.
But to have helped given rise to what surely would be an unheard of amount of pain and suffering was something altogether different. And Cozbi was well aware who would wind up suffering the most. The innocent; especially the women and children.
Cozbi found herself feeling like a pawn in a very big game; a game where neither the rules nor goals were made clear.
And she wasn’t very happy about it.
Still, her options at this point were limited. To rebel against Asmodeus and refuse her assigned duties would lead to an immediate demotion and removal as Commander and Executive Officer; a rank she had worked very hard to rise to over the past several centuries, and a position usually reserved only for True Born Demons; those who were of the First Fallen. Those who, unlike her, had never been HUMAN.
Disobeying the Dark Lord would be career suicide. She could very well find herself cast off to the lowest depths of Hell, there to be given only the most menial of tasks. Probably cleaning shit from Cerberus’ cage for all eternity.
And that’s if he didn’t simply blast her into Oblivion. Yes, even supernatural beings could be rendered to a state of nonexistence by someone more powerful.
Masking her anger and disapproval, Cozbi instead merely nodded in agreement.
“The purpose of our Master. Yes, of course. Hail Satan.”
April 2nd, 2010 C.E. 6:15 AM
THWAAAAP!
Father MacKenzie howled in both pain and pleasure as the whip lashed at him, his cries muffled by the ball gag currently stuffed in his mouth still echoing in the high ceiling chapel.
Cozbi stood before him, a vision in black leather and red lace, a rawhide flogger in her silken gloved hand.
The priest hung from the full-sized cross that stood behind the pulpit he preached from every Sunday, his short, fat cock twitching with excitement, anticipating the next blow.
He didn’t have to wait long. Cozbi lashed out three times in rapid succession, angry red welts forming over his chest, torso and thighs.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you, piggie?” Cozbi sneered up at him. “Squeal some more for me!”
The whip came down with repeated cracks, drawing louder screeches from him with every blow.
“You want more?” Cozbi asked snidely. “Remember, piggie: blink twice for no, three times for yes.”
Father MacKenzie’s eyes fluttered twice rapidly and, after a slight pause, a third time.
“Are you sure?” Cozbi asked, her voice mockingly concerned. “You hesitated on that last blink.”
His watering eyes met hers and again he blinked, three times.
“Good piggie,” Cozbi purred. “But first…”
Reaching into her cleavage, she produced a small, egg shaped device. Clicking the single button, the buttplug Cozbi had shoved up Father MacKenzie’s ass before strapping him to the cross roared to life, his cock already spurting precum as it buzzed away against his prostate.
Cozbi laughed in delight. “Oops! Did I forget to tell you it vibrates? My bad! Oh, speaking of surprises, I have one more for you.”
Father MacKenzie leered at the view of her full, round ass as she bent to pull out a box tucked away under one of the pews.
His expression changed from one of lust to confusion, turning quickly to fear as she opened it.
“Recognize this?” Cozbi asked as she straightened up and turned to face him. “It’s your personal laptop. You know, the one your parishioners paid for with their tithes? The secret one you keep locked away in your office safe? I wonder what you keep on this, Father. Let’s find out, shall we?”
Father MacKenzie growled his objections from beneath the gag, drool and spittle leaking out as his eyes went wide with horror.
“Tisk tisk tisk,” Cozbi frowned as she scrolled through the folders. “Oh, Patrick, you have been a naughty boy, haven’t you?”
Turning the screen towards him, she clicked through the images displayed. “These are you, right? On your knees in front of your altar boy? But I don’t think you’re praying, are you, Patrick?”
Setting the laptop down, Cozbi next produced several manilla envelopes from the box. “I’ve already taken the liberty of printing out these pictures. And your financial records. The ones showing all the money you skim off the church coffers. They’re already addressed and stamped; this one to the local police, this one to the FBI, this one to a major media outlet, and finally one to the church board of directors.”
Tears streamed from Father MacKenzie’s eyes as he struggled to free himself, his muffled voice trying desperately to speak.
“Oh, do shut up, Patrick,” Cozbi grimaced. “Why do you think I gagged you in the first place? So I wouldn’t have to hear your pathetic excuses and pleas.”
Stepping up to him, Cozbi offered her brilliant, wicked smile. “Look into my eyes, Patrick. Look closely. I want to show you something.”
Her dark eyes dilated. The whites disappeared entirely, leaving a black, lifeless void. Flames appeared behind them; dark, twisted shadows writhing within.
“Do you know what happens to child rapists in Hell, Patrick? I’ll give you a hint: a Demon’s tail isn’t the only part of their anatomy that’s long, sharp, and serrated.”
Turning away, Cozbi made a few last adjustments on the laptop, then gathered her envelopes.
‘Well, I’m off to the post office,” she quipped. “I’ll just leave your computer here; I’ve set up a lovely little slideshow for your parishioners to find when they arrive for Good Friday services in a few hours.”
Cozbi’s spiked heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the exit.
Turning at the door, she gave him a sly wink.
“Be seeing you, Patrick.”
June 13th, 2014
Cozbi sat at the cast iron table in the outdoor café, sipping an iced latte, sunlight reflecting off her mirrored glasses as she observed her new assignment.
She wasn’t thrilled about it. She was used to seducing men, men already corrupted by greed, by power, by lust.
Her new target, however, was young and innocent.
And also female.
Cozbi had been with women before, of course. Plenty of times, in fact. But that was almost always for pleasure, not business.
Still, the beautiful young blonde sitting with her parents on the other side of the patio intrigued her.
On the surface, she was the picture of sweetness and innocence. Blue-gray eyes sparkled brilliantly in the midday sun, the freckles scattered across her youthful, oval face making her look younger than she truly was.
Yet beneath that, Cozbi could sense her repressed desires. The longing and lust. And the guilt that ate at her because of them.
Despite being some distance away, Cozbi could of course hear their conversation quite clearly.
It was early June, and the young woman had only just graduated high school. She and her parents were now discussing her plans to attend college the coming fall.
Her parents were concerned for her safety and, more importantly, her virtue. It would be the girl’s first time away from home, away from them. And they were all too aware of the temptations of this sinful world.
The young woman tried to assure them of her resolve; she was going to college to further her education, not to fall into wickedness and decadence.
Cozbi laughed inwardly. The girl was a good liar. So good, in fact, she’d even convinced herself.
Reaching out with her senses, there wasn’t a Guardian Angel to be found. Cozbi wasn’t entirely surprised.
The Angel hierarchy worked much like the one for Demons.
At the top were the True Born, originally created by God Himself. Archangels, Seraphs and Cherubs made up the highest ranks, lording it over the rest.
Under them were the Lesser Angels; former humans who’s souls had been deemed worthy.
The Lesser Angels were usually the ones made Guardians; watching over humans on Earth. They’d most often be assigned to family members, loved ones or friends.
While most humans were supposed to have one, Lesser Angels worthy enough to become Guardians were in short supply these days.
On rare occasions, a True Born would be assigned as one, but usually that was reserved only for humans deemed truly deserving of the effort.
Her new target had the aura of one that would certainly qualify, and yet: no Guardian. Probably an application snafu Upstairs, Cozbi mused.
Which was a good thing. It would make the job that much easier. No interference from Above.
Finishing her drink, Cozbi left a generous cash tip for her server before vacating the table.
Her path was clear, and she had things to prepare. She’d have to pull some strings to enroll this late, and to ensure she’d be in a position to get close with her new quarry, but that would be the easy part.
The true challenge would be breaking down the walls of repression the young woman had built around herself after a lifetime of religious indoctrination.
Cozbi smiled wickedly as she exited the café.
She was always up for a good challenge.
Part II: The Temptation Of Emily
September 8th, 2014
Emily sat on the lower bunk, her stomach fluttering, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her new roommate.
The dorm room was less than half the size of her bedroom at home. The barren, concrete walls reminded her of a prison cell, despite the fact that she’d never seen the inside of one.
The bunk bed sat against the right wall. To the left were two small dressers, with a closet between them.
A desk just big enough to seat two sat against the far wall under a small window that overlooked the sprawling campus.
The bathroom, located to the right of the entrance, was even smaller, consisting of only a toilet and sink, with a small vanity mirror above it.
There was no shower. A communal shower and bathroom was at the far end of the long hallway.
While only girls were allowed on their floor, Emily still did not look forward to the long trek she’d have to take every morning, or having to shower with several other girls at once, all vying for the same space.
But her family was on a budget, and this was the best they could afford for her.
At least she wasn’t jammed into one of the other dorms on campus, where four to six people would all have to share the same apartment. She would only be dealing with one roommate.
Emily just hoped she liked her. Because they were going to be spending a lot of time together.
Her parents had dropped her off thirty minutes ago, but Emily’s bags and suitcases still sat unpacked for the time being. She wanted to meet her roomie first, and give her the option of which dresser she wanted. She felt it was only polite.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Emily stood as she heard the handle twist. The door opened, and her new roommate entered.
Her looks were a direct opposite of Emily’s in almost every conceivable way:
Long, ebony hair as opposed to Emily’s natural blonde.
Tall, with full, voluptuous curves that made Emily feel self conscious about her own short, slender, petite frame.
Her olive skin and Middle Eastern features were a strong contrast to Emily’s All-American Girl Next Door appearance.
Emily was immediately enamored of her.
The new arrival paused in the doorway, heavy bags in both hands. Her face was placid for a moment, then lit up in a brilliant, welcoming smile. “Hi! I’m Randi Fannin. You must be my new roomie.”
Emily stared awkwardly before recovering herself. “Sure am. I’m Emily Wilson. Pleased to meet you. Here, let me help you with those.”
Emily took one of the bulky bags and placed it on the floor next to her own.
Randi stood in the center of the room, taking it in. “God, this place is smaller than I remember during orientation. Guess we won’t be throwing too many wild orgies in here, huh?”
Emily blushed but managed a laugh. “No, guess not.”
“Well, it’ll have to do,” Randi sighed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I really have to pee. Traveled a long way to get here.”
Randi disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Emily standing alone, shuffling her feet.
Moments later, the sound of water tinkling into the bowl echoed from the bathroom. Randi hadn’t bothered closing the door.
“Shit!” Randi called out. “There’s no TP in here! Hey Emily, do me a favor, will ya? There’s a pack of baby wipes in my bag, the red one. Be an angel and fetch that for me, will ya, hun?”
Emily rummaged through the case, ruffling through several sets of lacy bras and skimpy panties, far more risqué than anything she’d ever dared to own, before finally finding the wipes.
Her freckled face flushed deep as she entered the bathroom to hand Randi the packet.
“Thanks, you’re a doll,” Randi grinned up at her. Pulling out a wipe, she parted her legs to clean herself.
Emily realized she was gawking, and turned away, embarrassed. “Sorry.”
Randi just laughed. “You’re an only child, aren’t you? I can tell. I shared a bathroom with three sisters. Don’t worry, you get used to it quick.”
Emily laughed despite herself. “I guess I’ll have to, won’t I?”
“Give it a couple of weeks, you’ll be in here brushing your teeth while I pee and won’t even think about it,” Randi giggled from behind her. “But I promise I’ll close and lock the door when I gotta poo. I won’t make you go through that.”
Emily laughed again and, despite the awkwardness of it, turned to face Randi, just as she stood to pull up her panties.
Emily caught a brief glimpse of dark hairs and a jagged scar. Then Randi was buttoning her tight, faded Levi’s.
Their eyes met. Randi’s twinkled with a hint of mischief. Emily felt herself blush yet again, and hoped it wasn’t noticeable in the dim light.
Randi flashed her incredibly bright smile. “Yeah, you’ll be alright. I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”
They spent the next hour unpacking and deciding who claimed what territory.
Randi chose the top bunk. Emily gladly took the bottom. Emily chose the left dresser, Randi took the right. They divided the center closet equally by the same sides.
That sorted, bags were opened, clothes hung and put away.
Randi pulled out several small photographs of who Emily assumed were family and friends from her suitcase, hanging them on the wall above her dresser with double sided tape.
She also produced a poster with a white background and the slogan “LOVE IS LOVE” in large, rainbow colored letters.
Randi held it up for Emily to see. “Any problem with me hanging this up?”
Emily forced a smile. “Um, no. Of course not. Not at all.”
Randi didn’t return the smile. “I’m just gonna come right out with it; I’m pansexual. I debated about waiting to know you better before saying something, but decided it would be best to just be upfront about it. So there’s no problem later.”
Randi studied Emily’s crimson face carefully. “Is there going to be a problem? Be honest. Because I can look to see about switching rooms now if you want.”
Emily struggled for a response. While she’d been raised to believe that homosexuality was a sin, over the years she’d decided it was simply not her place to judge others. “After all,” she thought, “Let she who is without sin cast the first stone, right?”
Emily found her voice. “No. No problem at all. I appreciate your honesty. But I don’t think it’ll be an issue.”
Randi frowned. “Don’t ‘think?’ I need you to be sure, Emily.”
Emily’s voice was less shaky this time. “I’m sure. I promise. Perfectly fine, I swear.”
Randi’s face relaxed, her smile returning. “Good. If that changes, don’t be afraid to talk to me about it. We gotta live together the next several months; I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable around me. If you do, I need to know.”
Emily nodded. “I will. Promise.”
Randi chuckled. “Look, I tend to be very open, very free about things. I’m not shy, or uncomfortable about myself, as you may have already noticed.
“But I promise, I won’t be bringing strangers back here every night or anything. Not that there’s much room in these bunks for that kinda thing anyway. Although I suppose if either of us, you know, wanna bring someone over, we’ll have to work out some kind of system for… privacy.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that too much,” Emily said, wishing she could stop blushing. “I’m not planning on getting involved in… that kind of thing. I’m…. saving myself for marriage.”
“Seriously? Let me guess? Hard-core Catholic?”
Emily nodded.
Noting Emily’s slight squirm, Randi smirked. “Well, no judgment from me. Although I hope you won’t mind if I do find myself a lover or three. I tend to play the field, if you get me. But hey, don’t worry. I’ll do my best not to hit on ya.”
Randi returned to unpacking her suitcase.
As Emily watched her bend to stuff her clothes in the lower drawer, a random and very unexpected thought ran through her brain:
“I kinda wish you would.”
October 17th, 2014
It was 2:13 AM when Randi stumbled in after being out all night at a party with some friends. Emily had declined the invitation to join her, instead opting to stay home and read.
She’d fallen asleep shortly after midnight, but woke when she heard Randi come in.
“Shit, sorry, dinnit mean to wake you,” Randi apologized, her words slurring slightly.
“It’s fine,” said Emily. “Just glad you’re home safe. Looks like you had fun, though.”
“Yeah,” Randi giggled drunkenly. She was already stripping off her slinky party dress. “You shoulda come. The club was poppin’!”
Moonlight streaming in from the window highlighted Randi’s now almost nude form. Emily flushed as Randi peeled off her micro-panties, tossing them on the floor.
“Sorry, I’ll clean up my mess tomorrow, promise. Right now I just need to get off my feet and into bed. Oh, and I also need…”
Randi rummaged through her dresser, producing a large vibrator. “You don’t mind, d’ya?”
Emily gulped. “Um, no, I… I’m just gonna… go back to sleep.”
Grinning, Randi climbed the ladder to her bunk, treating Emily to a brief glimpse of her cleft before plunking down on the mattress with an awkward thump.
Moments later, Emily heard the sound of the vibrator, buzzing away.
Emily lay in breathless wonder. Randi moaned above her, low but steadily, the bunk shaking with her movements.
The bedroom window was open, and despite the coolness of the fall evening, Emily’s entire body flushed with a tingling warmth. Especially between her legs. Emily desperately wanted to touch herself as well, to ease the ache.
She’d only recently begun to explore self pleasure. Her upbringing had taught that masturbation was a sin. And yet of course she’d struggled with it, eventually justifying it by convincing herself that relieving those urges would keep her from wanting to go further.
Still, the guilt ate at her from time to time, and she’d often spent long periods in fervent prayer afterwards.
Now, it wasn’t simply guilt, but fear and embarrassment that held her back. What if Randi heard? Obviously she didn’t care that Emily knew what she was up to. Yet still, Emily couldn’t bring herself to join in.
The bed shook wildly. Randi’s muffled squeals of pleasure echoed off the walls of their tiny room. Emily couldn’t help but envision her roommate, naked and writhing in the bunk above her, breasts shaking and legs agape as her climax took her.
Then the sounds and movements ceased. The vibrator clicked off. Moments later, Randi was snoring soundly.
Emily lay unmoving, hesitant. Her emotions were a turmoil of doubt and paranoia, struggling against a body aching with unrelenting need.
Need winning out, Emily stirred, reaching for Randi’s panties, still on the floor beside the bed.
Her heart pounding, Emily held them before her. They were so soft. So delicate. So wonderfully warm.
Emily loved her own feminine scent, and had often wondered if other women smelled as good as she did when aroused. But of course she’d never had an opportunity to find out before.
Until now.
Indecision ate at her. These were her roommate’s panties. Her friend. She shouldn’t be doing this. And yet she could not help her compulsion.
Emily held the panties to her nose and inhaled. Randi’s scent was strong on the still damp cloth, deliciously fragrant. Her pulse raced as the wonderfully feminine aroma filled her senses.
With her free hand, Emily found her aching sex. Warm embers soon became a raging fire as she stoked the flames of her desire, the nerve endings of her swollen nub lit up with need like a billion candles burning.
Emily desperately tried not to rattle the bed as her fingers danced along her velvet folds, but as her passion built, that became more difficult. Her body trembled with pleasure, legs shaking, toes curled tight.
Emily buried her face in her pillow as her orgasm gripped her, trying to stifle her cries.
She sighed softly as the final waves subsided, her body now relaxed and still as she caught her breath.
“Sounded like a good one.” Randi’s voice started Emily out of her sleepy trance.
“Um, um…” Emily stuttered. “I just…”
Randi was already snoring again.
Mortified, Emily tossed Randi’s panties back to the floor.
Rolling to her side, she brought her fingers to her nose and smelled herself on them. It was somehow comforting.
She lay awake for some time, contemplating whether Randi would enjoy her scent, maybe even her taste, and just how much she wanted to find out, before sleep finally took her.
November 28th, 2014
“So you’ve never been on a date? Like, not even once? Just to a movie or something?”
Emily and Randi sat side by side at the desk they shared that also doubled as their makeup station.
They’d just finished their showers. While Emily was still rather shy about some things, she found it rather funny how fast she’d gotten used to sharing the tight living quarters with Randi, just as her roomie had predicted on the day they first met.
Emily wore only panties, the rest of her wrapped in a towel as she dried her flowing blonde hair.
Randi was even less inhibited; tossing her towel aside the moment they’d returned from the showers, and was now sitting totally nude beside Emily as she curled her dark locks.
Although “used to it” probably wasn’t quite accurate. Because while she’d eventually become accustomed to her friend’s lack of modesty, she still felt a secret thrill at having access to view such carnal beauty.
Emily drank in her friend’s dark toned skin, unblemished save for the jagged scar on her lower abdomen, partially obscured by the neatly trimmed patch of hair covering her pubic mound.
Emily often wondered about the scar, but had never been bold enough to ask. And at that moment, she was more curious about the delectable hint of rose colored petals peeking out from the cleft between her thighs.
“Ahem. Earth to Em; anybody home?”
Startled, Emily tore her eyes away, looking up to find Randi smirking at her. “Huh? Um, sorry, what did you…? Oh, right; dates. No, not once. My parents wouldn’t let me. They said one should only date when they plan to marry.”
“Marry?” Randi scoffed. “And how the hell are you supposed to know what kinda guy you wanna marry if you can’t even socialize with them? Get to know them? Find out your tastes?”
Emily shrugged. “I often wondered the same thing, honestly.”
“Well, you definitely need to come with me tonight then,” Randi stated firmly. “Get yourself out there. Get to know people. Meet a cute guy. Or a couple cute guys. Doesn’t mean you have to fu… um, you know, fool around with them, if you’re not ready. But at least learn how to interact with them.”
“I suppose,” Emily sighed, “but who’d be interested in me, really? I mean, I’m not nearly as hot as you… I mean, you know, the other girls that’ll be there. No one would even notice me.”
“Are you kidding me, Em?” Randi snapped. “Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror? You’re smokin’ hot, babygirl, straight fire!”
Grabbing Emily by the hand, Randi pulled her out of her seat and over to the full length mirror that hung on their closet door.
Then, to Emily’s embarrassed surprise, Randi pulled off her towel. “Seriously, Em, take a look. Natural blonde, slim, petite figure. Porcelain skin. Sexy curves. I mean, c’mon!”
Emily blushed. While she’d been in various states of undress around Randi before, this was the first time she’d ever been this exposed in front of her. And, of course, Randi was still nude as well.
Turning away from the mirror, Emily tried to hide her excitement. “I dunno. My boobs are too small. Guys like big ones, like… like yours.”
Taking her firmly by the hips, Randi spun Emily back to face herself. “Oh, stop. Look. Really look, Em. Your tits are perfect; they fit your frame perfectly.”
“And what you lack on top,” Randi swiveled Emily around, “you make up for down below. Just look at that perfect peach bubble butt.”
To emphasize her point, Randi gave her panty clad bottom a swift spank, causing Emily to squeal with both embarrassment and secret delight.
Returning her attention to the mirror, she tingled all over as she gazed at her almost nude form, her best friend standing so close, so tantalizingly naked, just beside her.
“Look at us, Em,” Randi grinned at their reflections. “A couple of goddesses. We’re gonna knock ’em dead tonight! Come on, you gotta go with me!”
The simple touch of Randi’s hands on her hips made Emily’s knees weak. She prayed Randi wouldn’t notice how hard her nipples were getting. Or the tiny wet spot forming on her panties.
Randi leaned in, her voice warm and sultry in Emily’s ear. “Please? For me?”
“Oh… okay. I’ll go.”
“Yay!” With an excited squeal, Randi pulled Emily to her, embracing her in a huge hug. “You’re not gonna regret this, Em, I promise!”
Emily could barely nod an acknowledgement, her mind consumed by the feel of Randi’s warm, naked flesh against hers.
Her heart felt like it would explode. And it wasn’t the only part of her pulsing with excitement.
She should let go. Move away. This was too close. Too intimate.
And yet she allowed herself to be held, their bare breasts brushing together, as Randi took her by the chin, lifting her face.
Their eyes met, Emily’s wide and anxious; Randi’s calm and confident.
“Just one thing, though,” Randi said, “we gotta get you something to wear. Your outfits are so boring. Sorry, love, but they are.”
Emily managed an embarrassed smile. “I know. Hazards of a conservative upbringing. But I don’t really have any money for a new dress right now.”
“No problem,” Randi assured her, “I can afford it.”
“No, no I couldn’t…”
“Yes you can, Em. Consider it an early Christmas present.”
Emily smiled gratefully. Surprising herself, she hugged Randi even closer. “Thank you.”
Emily shivered as Randi caressed her back. “For you, angel? Anything.”
December 5th, 2014
“What happened? Em, tell me what’s wrong. Did he…? He didn’t…?”
Randi sat beside Emily on the lower bunk, arms around her, trying to console her.
“No,” Emily managed through her cries. “No, he just… oh, God…”
Randi hugged tighter as the fresh tears flowed. “It’s okay, hun. You’re gonna be okay. Just let it out.”
Emily managed to control herself long enough to explain.
“Everything was fine at first. Went to dinner. Went dancing. Had a few drinks. He was a perfect gentleman.
“At least until we went back to his room. I knew I shouldn’t have, knew there’d be… expectations…”
Emily’s voice caught in her throat. Randi held her silently, giving her time to compose herself.
“We were just… kissing. It was nice. Then he… started touching me. I didn’t mind at first. But then he was pulling at my clothes. It was too fast, too much.
“I asked him to stop. He didn’t. I asked again, firmer. He kept going.
“Finally I pushed him away. He… he got… angry. Called me a tease. Called me a cunt! Kicked me out of his room! I ran out of there. I was so… so…”
Emily doubled over, clenching her stomach as she wept. “I think I’m gonna be…”
Randi found the trash can in the nick of time, and held her hair back as Emily deposited the remains of her evening’s meal and cocktails.
After cleaning her up, Randi helped Emily into her sleep wear and into bed.
Curling up beside her, Randi stroked Emily’s hair lightly. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
Emily managed to roll over, facing her. “Yes, that… that would be… nice.”
The bunk was tiny, not really meant for two people.
They lay close, Emily crying herself to sleep in Randi’s arms.
Somewhere Outside Time And Space
“I need a favor, As.”
Asmodeus turned his attention from the beautiful young Succubus currently sucking his cock to find Cozbi standing in his private chamber doorway, looking quite irate.
The Succubus paused her work to glance first at Cozbi, then up to the Dark Lord.
Asmodeus frowned. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
Then, with a suggestive grin towards Cozbi, “Care to join us? You’d be most welcome.”
Cozbi let out a frustrated sigh. “Not now. Maybe later. Right now, I have a matter that needs to be handled, ASAP. There’s a young man; William Joseph Tyler. Goes by Billy Joe. Attends the same college as my new target. I need him eliminated.”
With a huff, Asmodeus signaled for the Succubus to stop. Sitting up, he found his tablet on the nightstand.
“Hmm, he’s not on my list. What is his crime?”
“He tried to date rape my target.”
Asmodeus looked at her quizzically. “Weren’t you the one who suggested she start dating in the first place? To put her in a position where she might compromise her morals?”
“Yes, but I wanted her to do so willingly, not be forced into it.”
Asmodeus nodded. “I see. Was he successful in his attempt?”
“No.”
Asmodeus scrolled through his tablet. “Well, he’s not on any target list I have, and I’m not sure I can authorize such an extreme retaliation for a boy who simply got too handsy. That said, I think we could possibly arrange a little ‘accident’ during football practice, something that would severely damage his testicles. Would that appease you?”
Cozbi considered this. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”
Asmodeus eyed her warily. “You seem very protective of your new target, Cozbi. That’s not like you. You’re not getting soft, are you?”
Cozbi offered what she hoped was a dismissive shrug. “Not at all. I just don’t like pesky humans moving in on my territory and mucking up the works. That little stunt of his has set back months of progress. Emily will be more guarded now than ever.”
“I see. Yes, well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Asmodeus typed quickly on the tablet, then set it aside. “The request has been sent. Give it a few days for approval from up top. You should see the results shortly after that.”
With a perfunctory wave, Asmodeus lay himself back down, his long, thick cock still hard as the stone pillars that lined the throne room, and gestured for the Succubus to resume her duties.
“Thanks, As.”
Cozbi eyed the lovely, red headed Succubus lustfully. The adorable demon caught her gaze and offered a tantalizing wiggle of her firm little ass.
Her anger faded for the moment, Cozbi found herself grinning.
“Ya know, on second thought, I think I’ll take you up on that invitation.”
January 1st. 2015. Midnight
“Happy New Year, Em!”
Randi popped the cork on the bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass.
It wasn’t their first drink of the night, having just polished off a bottle of wine earlier, and Emily was feeling no pain.
Outside their window, a light snow fell as the girls cuddled together on the lower bunk, watching the festivities in Times Square on the tiny TV they had set up by the foot of the bed.
“Happy New Year,” Emily offered in return, clinking their glasses. “I’m so happy to be spending it with you, Randi. Although I’m really surprised you decided not to go out and party somewhere tonight.”
Randi rolled her eyes with a good natured laugh. “Ah, the weather sucks, and New Years Eve parties are overrated anyway. Besides, I really just wanted to spend it with you. And I know the party scene still isn’t really your thing.”
“You’re too good to me,” Emily smiled. She sipped her champagne appreciatively. “Mmm, this is good stuff.”
“Only the best for you, my angel.”
Warm, fuzzy thoughts floated through Emily’s mind as she settled in closer to her friend.
While they’d become close the past few months, after that night of the disastrous date, something had changed.
Randi had become very protective of her, spending far less time out partying or “staying the night with a friend” as she’d often done, and instead now spent much more time with her; helping with her studies, playing games, watching sappy, romantic movies, or simply staying up all night talking.
Although during those nights, it was usually Emily who did most of the talking. Randi always seemed guarded about her past, and rarely spoke of it.
Despite the smiling faces of the people in the photos Randi had hung on the wall, Emily felt perhaps Randi’s past wasn’t quite as happy as it appeared.
Still, she didn’t want to pry. Especially not then. They were both happy, comfortable. Certainly not the time to dredge up any dark secrets.
Instead, Emily simply hugged her friend closer. The feel of her warmth was comforting, as was her scent. Randi always smelled lovely, and tonight was no exception.
Since they weren’t going out, neither girl had bothered to wear much, both now only in loose fitting tank tops and panties. No bras, of course.
Emily admired the swell of Randi’s full, luscious breasts. Her arm lay just below them across her stomach. Pretending to get more comfortable, Emily shifted so that her arm now “accidentally” moved up against the underside of them and left it there.
Randi turned to her with a smirk. “Hey now, if you’re tryin’ to cop a feel, at least buy me a drink first, darlin’.”
Emily giggled. “I can’t. Not old enough yet. Besides, I think we’ve both had enough. Or at least I know I have.”
“Oh, really?” Randi grinned. “What’s the matter, Em? All that wine finally loosening up your inhibitions?”
Emily blushed despite herself. “Maybe.”
Putting down her glass, Randi stroked the arm that lay across her gently. Emily trembled at her touch.
Suddenly, Randi pulled her hand back.
“What’s wrong?” Emily asked.
Randi looked deep in thought. “Nothing. Everything. It’s just…”
Randi’s eyes welled with tears. “This was supposed to be easy. But it’s all gotten so fucking complicated. I didn’t expect to… to…”
“To what?”
Randi dried her eyes with a frustrated wipe. “To fall for you.”
Emily felt like she’d been struck by lightning. “Really?”
For the first time since they’d met, Emily saw Randi blush. “Yes, really. Look, I know I promised you I’d never hit on you. And yet here I am… no, you know what? Forget it. Forget I said anything. I’m drunk. Let’s just go back to watching…”
Emily couldn’t control herself. Taking Randi by the cheeks, she brought her face to hers.
Their lips met. And Emily’s walls crumbled.
“Oh, God, Randi,” Emily gasped as they broke. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. My tall, dark Goddess. Every fiber of my being has cried out for you, every day. But I’m such a stupid little girl, so afraid of… of… everything. I couldn’t bring myself to even think about it. And yet I did, I do, all the time. And I can’t deny it anymore. I know what I’ve been taught. But I also know now what I believe.”
“And what’s that, Em?”
“I believe that when it comes to love, there are no boundaries.”
Randi looked incredulous. “Are you sure about this? Because if it’s just the wine talking…”
“I’m sure,” said Emily. “More sure than I’ve been about anything in a long time. I’ve had a lot of doubts about things the past few years, about what I’ve been taught, what I believe. But my feelings for you? I don’t doubt those at all.”
It was Randi who initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft, full, ever so slightly wet.
Emily responded in kind, savoring the moment she’d waited so long for. She gave herself over to it, parting her lips to accept Randi’s tongue; offering her own to entwine in a playful, delicate dance.
When finally the two came up for air, they grinned at each other like silly schoolgirls.
Emily felt herself blush. “You’ll… you’ll have to, you know, show me what to do. I mean, I get the general idea, but…”
Randi cupped Emily’s lovely oval face in both hands. “Just relax, my angel. Do what feels right, what feels natural. We’ll take it slow, okay? And if you feel… weird, uncomfortable at any point, tell me. We’ll stop, okay? I won’t be mad, I promise.”
Emily nodded, feeling her newfound confidence returning. “Okay.”
Guiding her down to her back, Randi moved over her. Their lips met again, kissing lightly while Randi lightly caressed her face, her neck, her silky blonde hair.
Emily followed her lead, her hands around the back of Randi’s neck, thumbs delicately stroking her earlobes.
With gentle grace, Randi straddled her waist. Emily could feel the heat through her panties as Randi settled on her, just enough weight to make contact, Emily’s own panties already damp with excitement.
Her nipples swelled with anticipation, yet Randi had still not touched her anywhere more intimately than her shoulders as she pinned Emily to the bed.
But now, hands began to travel; down her arms, moving to her hips, then up her sides, making Emily squirm with the ticklish sensation.
Emily’s hands found Randi’s lower back, rubbing her silky skin, moving under her shirt, pushing it upwards, exposing more of her.
Breaking their kiss, Randi sat up and helped Emily remove it.
Randi’s breasts bounced lightly as they broke free, diamond hard nipples topping her large, dark areola like tiny mountain peaks.
Randi caught Emily’s longing gaze. “Yes, love, you can touch them.”
With a nervous gulp, Emily cupped them; gently at first, then squeezed. “They’re so soft,” she sighed. “I’m so jealous.”
“Don’t be.” With a wicked smile, Randi lifted Emily up enough to remove her shirt as well, her hands moving to embrace her small, firm mounds. “These are so adorable, Em. So perky and perfect.”
Randi’s thumbs found her nipples, flicking at them gently. Emily moaned at her touch.
Pushing her back down, Randi leaned close and they were kissing again, lips and tongues dancing playfully as their hands stroked and caressed smooth, lustrous skin, traveling along curved breasts, rounded hips, firm flat stomachs and arched backs.
Emily could feel Randi’s heat like a furnace as their bodies entwined, her own warmth radiating throughout her body, like glowing coals from a winter’s fire.
They lay like that for some time, neither in a rush, simply enjoying the wonderful intimacy.
Eventually, though, Emily felt Randi’s hand move lower.
Grabbing it, Emily broke their kiss. “Wait.”
Randi looked at her, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I want this. Just… just don’t, um, put anything… inside?”
Ah,” Randi nodded. “Still clinging to the ‘technical virginity’ thing, huh? Okay, I get it. I won’t delve too deep, I promise.”
Bringing her face close, Randi’s eyes locked with Emily’s, gazing lovingly as her fingers glided along Emily’s belly, tracing light circles around her navel before continuing their journey south, sliding beneath her panties, combing their way through the wispy hairs covering her mound.
Then, like a gentle breeze, a single fingertip grazed her swollen pearl.
Emily sighed in delight. She could have never dreamed such a simple touch could bring such rapture. Such glorious, pleasurable warmth.
Randi’s delicate exploration continued, traversing slippery folds and fluttering petals, each new touch increasing her vibrancy, her hips bucking in rhythm to the waves of erotic bliss ebbing and flowing through her from head to toe.
Emily felt the rush of it come to the fore as Randi again made contact with her throbbing nub, and she shook uncontrollably as the energy released itself through every nerve ending.
Closing her eyes, Emily gave herself over to it, her angelic face aglow in pure delight.
Randi held her close as her trembling subsided, Emily panting desperately against her neck. “Oh, my God…”
“Good one?” Randi winked.
Emily could only nod as she tried to catch her breath.
“Oh, sweetie,” Randi smiled, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
They kissed again, but not for long. Randi moved down Emily’s body without hurry, yet with purpose.
Emily’s moans began anew as warm lips and wet tongue attached themselves to swollen nipples, licking, flicking, sucking.
Dark hair produced goosebumps on her belly as Randi eased her way down, her intention clear with each passing moment of her intended destination.
Grabbing her head, Emily stopped her. Randi looked up in silent questioning.
“Tie me up,” Emily blurted.
Randi sat up, surprised. “What? Why?”
Emily blushed. “Because… because I… I’m sorry, I’m still just dealing with all of this. The conflicting feelings. I want this, truly, I do. Even though I’m not supposed to. So I need you to tie me up.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” said Randi.
Emily gave her a crooked smile. “If you tie me up, I’ll feel… less in control. And right now, I don’t want to feel in control, if that makes any sense.”
“I think I get it,” Randi nodded. “It will make you feel less responsible. The choice taken out of your hands.”
“Yes,” said Emily. “Is that weird? For you, I mean? Because…”
“Hush, pet,” Randi smiled. “I understand. But if we’re going to do this, if you’re putting it all on me, then we need to do it right.”
Getting up, Randi went to their closet. After rummaging for a moment, she returned with the tie straps from their bathrobes, along with two pairs of nylon stockings.
“Best I can do in a pinch,” she chuckled, “but they’ll do the job.”
Laying Emily supine, Randi lifted her arms and secured each one to the bedposts with the robe ties.
Emily could feel her chest flush with self conscious unease as Randi slowly removed her panties, then pulled at her legs, opening them to expose her in a way she’d never been before, to anyone.
Emily instinctively tried to close them, but Randi held firm. “Don’t fight it, Em. Just relax.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I’ve… no one has ever… seen me, seen my…”
“Aw, you’re shy,” Randi smirked. “How cute. But it’s beautiful, love. Just like you.”
Randi next bound Emily’s feet to the posts with the stockings.
Once the knots were secure, Randi knelt between Emily’s legs. “I know your one stipulation; no deep penetration. Any others?”
Emily shook her head.
“Good. Now, before we continue, we’re gonna need a safeword.”
“A safeword? Why?”
“Because you’re still struggling with letting go, Em. And that means you’re gonna resist, even if you really want me to keep going. And I will keep going. Unless I know you’re serious about stopping. I don’t want to have to pause every time your instincts make you pull away, or struggle, to check in on you. A safeword will let me know you truly want to stop.”
Emily nodded, considering. “I understand. Okay, then, how about… Apple.”
“Apple? Why apple?”
Emily smirked. “You know; the fruit that was used to tempt Eve in the Garden?”
Randi laughed. “You know that story is a fairytale, right? Didn’t happen that way. Just a myth they tell to blame women for the faults of men.”
“Oh, really?” Emily grinned. “And how do you know that?”
Randi arched her brow. “Oh, I know lots of things, Em.”
Emily felt Randi’s dark eyes on her now tightly bound body; could see the love and desire in them.
“Are you ready, pet?”
Emily gulped nervously. “Y,yes.”
Randi pouted. “You don’t sound ready.”
“I… I am.”
“Hmm. I’m not convinced.”
Getting up again, Randi moved to her dresser.
Emily watched as she pulled out her vibrator, twirling it in her hand thoughtfully. “Nah. Too cliché. I’ve got a better idea.”
Digging through the drawer, Randi produced a large, white feather.
“I got this from an… acquaintance, a long time ago,” Randi explained as she approached the bed, again taking her position between Emily’s legs. “It’s a very special feather; the softest thing you will ever feel. Now, just close your eyes. Turn off your brain. Don’t think, just relax and enjoy.”
Taking a deep breath to center herself, Emily did as instructed.
Her eyes flew open again immediately as the feather made contact with her foot. “Oh my God that tickles!”
“I said close your eyes, Em. Don’t make me blindfold you, too.”
With another deep breath, Emily obeyed. All her focus was now on the sensations against her skin as Randi once again ran the feather over her; up her left calf to her thigh, over to the right leg and slowly back down.
She repeated this maneuver several times before moving to Emily’s stomach, causing squeals of ticklish delight before sliding up and over her breasts, and now Emily was moaning heavily as her nipples tingled under the velvety plume.
Emily tussled against her binds; not trying to break them, but simply unable to control her body as the exotic torture continued.
Emily felt the feather traveling lower, moving leisurely along her abdomen, tracing circles over her mound before finally slipping down between her splayed thighs.
“Oh, FUCK!”
All sense of rationality and coherence flew from her brain, replaced by only one thing: an unyielding delight.
Her body melted like hot wax under Randi’s elegant maneuvers, the feather dancing and twirling over her most sensitive areas.
Just when she thought she’d explode from the overwhelming sensations, the feather would move away, absent just long enough to make her desperately crave its return before resuming its delectable torment.
Finally, she could take it no longer. “Randi, please, I can’t wait anymore! I need you! Please!”
The feather moved away as Emily felt Randi lay over her. “Need me to what, pet? I need to hear you say it.”
Emily’s eyes opened. She met Randi’s with confident determination. “I need you to make love to me. To fuck me. I’ve never needed anything more in my life.”
Randi kissed her lips tenderly. “Now you’re ready.”
Somewhere Outside Time And Space
“Make it quick, Cozbi. I have another appointment coming.”
“It is done.”
Asmodeus looked up from the scrolls he’d been reading to eye her sternly. “The target has been fully seduced?”
Cozbi nodded. “As fully as two females can, yes. Although technically, she’s still a…”
“Intact hymens do not concern me,” Asmodeus cut her off with a dismissive wave. “The important thing is; she gave herself willingly?”
“Yes.”
Asmodeus leaned back on his throne, hands clasped under his chin. “Good. Very good. Well done, Princess. You have served me well.”
“Thank you, My Lord,” Cozbi bowed. “But… now what?”
Asmodeus grinned. “Now, we wait.”
“Wait? Wait for what?”
“For the proper moment. This is a long game; no rushing these things. In the meantime, continue with her. Keep influencing her, her desires. It will only make her fall sweeter when it comes.”
“You never did tell me, As. Why her? She’s not our usual prey.”
Asmodeus glared at her. “Are you questioning your orders, Faux-fiend?”
Cozbi bristled at the insulting nickname the First Fallen would often use to mock their formerly human lessers.
Still, she held his eye. “Not at all, My Lord. I simply wish to fully understand your wisdom.”
Asmodeus relented his anger. “Patience, dear Cozbi. All will be revealed in time.”
His attention then shifted to something behind her. “Ah, there he is. Right on schedule. You may approach, dear boy.”
Cozbi turned to see the young man, or at least what appeared to be a young man, enter the throne room.
Tall, muscular, impossibly beautiful, only his ember red eyes hinted at his demonic nature.
He strode the length of the hall, fully nude, his stallion sized cock already hard and swaying with each eager step.
Brushing past Cozbi, he ascended the stairs, then knelt before Asmodeus. “I am at your service, My Lord.”
Asmodeus tousled his soft blonde locks. “Rise, my pet.”
Asmodeus ran a perfectly manicured finger along the underside of the young Imp’s lengthy shaft. “Oh, yes. This will do nicely.”
Cozbi wanted nothing more than to leave, but there were certain formalities that still needed to be observed when in the throne room.
Lightly, she cleared her throat.
Asmodeus broke from the entranced examination of his newest plaything, having forgotten she was still there.
“Ah, yes. Cozbi. Anything further to discuss?”
“No, My Lord.”
“Then you are dismissed.”
“Thank you, My Lord.”
As Cozbi reached the exit, his voice stopped her. “Unless you’d care to join us? Always room for one more.”
Cozbi turned and bowed gracefully. “Thank you, My Lord, but I’m anxious to get back to Em… my target. To continue her… training.”
“Yes, quite right,” Asmodeus nodded. “Perhaps next time, then.”
As Cozbi left the throne room, she let out a low, angry growl.
“If you hurt one hair on her beautiful blonde head, you bastard, I swear ‘next time’ I’ll be wearing your balls for earrings.”
Part III: The Fall
April 10th, 2015, 7:12 PM
Finals Week had been grueling, but it was over.
Emily and Randi lay side by as they shared a celebratory bottle of wine.
“Cheers, Em,” Randi lifted her glass.
Emily clinked hers in return. “Cheers. One year down, three to go. And here’s to spending them with you.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Randi downed her wine, then leaned in to give Emily a rosė flavored kiss.
The past several months had been a blur. The two had spent almost every free moment between classes and studying in bed, exploring each other. Randi often led the way, but as things progressed, Emily found herself less passive and more direct in returning her roommate turned lover’s affection.
When not entangled in the sheets, they’d also occasionally gone on dates; a few campus parties and events, but usually simple outings for a meal, or to the movies, or the occasional shopping trip to the mall.
It was during those excursions that Emily often found herself in a dressing room, trying on various outfits and lingerie that Randi would pick out for her.
Emily wore one of those selections now; a beautiful white tulle cami with matching panties. Her nipples tingled under the textured fabric.
Randi’s outfit was even more provocative. A lacy red push-up bra lifted her already spectacular breasts to new heights, her prominent nipples clearly visible under the sheer mesh.
The complementary panties were open at the crotch, framing and conforming to her plump vulva.
Emily’s hand moved over it lightly, tracing the edges of the delicate garment. Randi jumped as Emily’s fingers brushed over the scar peeking out from the waistband.
“Sorry,” Emily offered, “I forgot you’re sensitive there.”
Randi gave a pained smile.
“It’s okay; don’t worry about it.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask; what happened? How did you…”
“It’s a long story, Em,” Randi cut her off. “One I’d rather not talk about.”
“You don’t like talking about your past, do you?” Emily asked. “Everytime I bring it up, you either offer vague generalities or change the subject.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” Randi said wistfully, “it’s just I… I can’t. Not now. Maybe someday, but…”
Emily hugged her close, kissing her cheek. “It’s okay. I don’t mean to pry. When you’re ready, just know I’m here, no judgments.”
Randi’s response was plaintive. “I appreciate that, hun. But you might change your mind if I told you everything.”
Emily kissed her again, on the lips this time. “Never.”
They made love quietly, no ropes or toys this time, although Randi had introduced her to quite a few.
Instead, hands caressed soft skin and shapely curves, while lips and tongues explored swollen nubs and slick clefts.
When it was over, they lay together, naked and sweaty, sharing the last of the wine from a single glass.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Emily sighed.
Randi looked sullen. “So do I, Em. I truly do.”
With sudden determination, she sat up, facing the diminutive young beauty beside her. “I need to tell you something, Em. Something that will probably make you hate me, but if you’ll just let me explain…”
Her voice was cut off as the dorm room door flew open. A loud shriek filled the air.
Emily jumped up to see her parents, standing shocked and wide-eyed in the doorway.
“Mom? Dad???”
Emily’s mother whirled on her husband. “Get out!” Her father, red-faced, quickly exited the room.
Her mother slammed the door behind her.
“Harlot! How dare you???”
Emily wrapped herself in the bedsheet before getting up. Randi was already out of bed and slipping on her robe.
“I don’t understand,” Emily cried, “what are you doing here? Why did you just barge in without…”
Her mother slapped her across the face. “Don’t question me, slut! We have every right to be here. We worked hard, scrimped and saved to send you to this Devil’s lair, and despite all we’ve taught you, everything we’ve raised you to believe, everything we warned you about, we find you here cavorting with this perverse deviant like a cheap trollop!”
Randi tried to intervene. “Mrs. Wilson, I…”
“Get behind me, Satan!” Emily’s mother bellowed. “We heard rumors, whispers, of our precious daughter, seen in public, holding hands with another woman, kissing her. We didn’t believe them at first, couldn’t believe them.
“Then we saw the video; from one of your college events. Janey Teller’s daughter also attends here; she shared it on social media.
“The two of you were in the background. It was obvious, just by the way you stood together, dressed like prostitutes, looking at each other with lust, there was something going on.
“Then you kissed her. Kissed her in public! For all the world to see! And then this… strumpet… put her hands on you, and…”
Emily remembered the moment vividly. It was a sorority fundraiser they’d been invited to attend. Normally they were well behaved in public, but Emily had been so happy, so carefree, so grateful to finally feel like she belonged as she socialized and laughed with the other girls there, that she couldn’t contain her joy.
In a moment of impetuousness, she’d stood up on her toes to plant a swift, playful kiss on Randi’s lips.
Randi had responded by moving a hand to Emily’s hip before sliding it down to give her ass a quick squeeze.
That had been the end of it, at least until they’d returned home.
But it had been enough.
“Fine!” Emily barked. “Yes, okay, it happened! So what?”
“‘So what?’ You have given yourself over to lust and sexual deviance, shamed your parents, damned your eternal soul, and you have the nerve to ask ‘So what?'”
“I’m not a deviant, Mom!” Emily sobbed. “I love her, okay? What’s so wrong about…”
“Enough!” Emily had never heard her mother so enraged. “Get dressed, young lady! You’re coming home with us. I’ll not leave you here with this whore a moment longer!”
“No.” Emily stood before her mother, stone faced and defiant. “I’m not leaving, Mom. You can’t make me. And you can’t make me stop loving her.”
“You little bitch!” Emily’s mother lifted her hand, prepared to strike again.
Randi moved between them with lighting speed, stopping her arm mid-swing.
“Don’t.”
“Stay out of this, whore!” Mrs. Wilson snapped. “You have no say in…”
Her voice trailed off and her face went deathly pale as Randi locked eyes with her.
“That’s twice now you’ve called me a whore.” Randi’s voice was low, seething. “Do it again. I dare you.”
Mrs. Wilson trembled uncontrollably, unable to tear her eyes away from the dark gaze of the young woman before her, nor break free of her icy grip.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen.” Randi’s voice was calmer now, but firm. “You and your husband are going to leave. Without a word. Without a fight. Go home. Emily will call you tomorrow and you can discuss this like rational adults. In the meantime, I want you to think long and hard about the future of your relationship with your daughter, and how it all depends on whether or not your love as her parents is truly unconditional or not.”
Randi’s stare never faltered as she continued. “And you will never, EVER, lift your hand in anger to her again.”
For the briefest moment, out of Emily’s sight, her eyes flared red. “Or you will answer to me.”
Randi let go of her arm, but never broke eye contact. “Now, do we have an understanding?”
Mrs. Wilson stood frozen, silent. With a sudden blink, she snapped out of her trance.
Slowly, she moved for the door. Pausing there, she looked back at her daughter, now cradled in the arms of the tall, dark skinned woman who still glared at her fiercely.
Silently, she made the sign of the cross before closing the door behind her.
Emily watched her go, weeping uncontrollably. “Oh, God! What have I done???”
Randi guided Emily back to the bed, laying beside her, trying her best to console her, to no avail.
“What am I going to do? My parents hate me! They’ll disown me! I won’t be able to finish college, I’ll have nowhere to go, I’ll be homeless, alone, I’ll be…”
Randi held her tight, stroking her back. “You won’t be homeless, Em. You won’t be alone. I’ll take care of you, I promise. We’ll find a way, figure it out.”
Her words brought no comfort. Emily continued to sob, no longer forming words, just anguished gibberish.
Finally, Randi cradled Emily’s face in her hands. “Em, look at me. Please.”
Emily’s bloodshot eyes met Randi’s.
“Is what you said true, Em? Do you love me?”
Wiping away her tears, Emily managed a small smile. “Yes.”
“Then sleep.” Randi snapped her finger by Emily’s ear.
A sudden, peaceful warmth flowed through her. Eyes drooping, she barely noticed as Randi lay her back down on the pillow, pulling the blanket over her.
“Just sleep,” Randi’s voice echoed in her ears. “I’ll make this right. You’ll see.”
Somewhere Outside Time And Space
“What the fuck did you do, As?”
Cozbi stormed into Asmodeus’ bedchamber, a whirlwind of anger and fury.
The handsome Imp currently being plowed from behind by The Dark Lord lept from the bed, startled at her entrance.
Asmodeus merely sighed. “Must you make it a habit of barging in on me at the most inopportune times?”
“Save it, As,” Cozbi snarled. “Just tell me: What did you DO?”
Asmodeus grinned wryly. “Why, what needed to be done, of course.”
“So you admit it. You were the one responsible for Emily’s parents seeing that video.”
Asmodeus shrugged. “But of course. And, if you must know, I also made sure your door lock was broken.”
Cozbi was aghast. “But… WHY? She was happy! She had let go of her guilt! She’d rejected her religious dogma and embraced her sexuality, her freedom! Isn’t that what we wanted?”
“Oh, Cozbi,” Asmodeus chuckled, “did you really think this was simply about sex? About her losing her so-called innocence?
“No, it is not her lusts that will damn her. It is her guilt. Soon it will eat at her, consume her, destroy her. She will fall so low, she will take her own life. Then she is mine.”
“No,” Cozbi gasped. “No, you can’t do that to her! I won’t let you! I’ll protect her, stay with her! She’ll be happy with me, get through…”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Asmodeus snarled menacingly. “This was all part of the plan. It is as I have foreseen it. Young Emily will die by her own hand, she will be sent here, and she will work for me.”
Cozbi balled her fists. “No. I won’t let that happen. I’ll stop you. I’ll save…”
In a flash, Asmodeus leapt from the bed towards her. Dark smoke poured from his flesh before bursting into flames, the heat searing Cozbi’s skin as he approached.
“Mind your words, bitch,” he snarled, gnashing his teeth. “I’ve put up with your insolence all these centuries because you were good at your job, and a great fuck.
“But I will tolerate it no longer. You will not interfere. You will do NOTHING! Are we clear?”
“Fuck you, As.”
Enraged, Asmodeus grabbed her by the throat, lifting her from the floor with frightening ease. Her neck blackened under his touch, the smell of charred flesh assaulted her nose.
Cozbi struggled futility under his grip, trying to summon her power, her strength, but to no avail.
Fire raged in his eyes, his breath a brimstone stench. “I should destroy you now, you impudent cunt. Blast you to Oblivion. The only reason I won’t is because I want you to see your little pet suffer first. I want you to watch, helpless, as shame eats at her like a cancer, until the simple act of existing becomes intolerable, and she longs for the sweet release of death.
“I want you here as she takes her knees before me and gladly pledges herself to my service. Just like you did.”
A single tear rolled down Cozbi’s cheek.
The Dark Lord cackled at the sight. Pulling her close, he licked the drop from her face with his forked tongue. “Delicious.”
Asmodeus released her, then turned his back. “Go. Get thee from my sight.”
April 14th, 2016, 9:34 PM
Emily was still sleeping when she returned.
Cozbi sat at the foot of the bed. “Oh, Em. I’m so sorry. It was just another job. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Reaching out, she rested her hand on Emily’s forehead. She felt flushed, almost feverish.
Stretching out with her mind, she delved into Emily’s chaotic thoughts.
She felt the love Emily had for her still there, buried beneath a mountain of fear and guilt.
Asmodeus was right. It would destroy her.
Unless she did something about it.
Memory Spells were usually only performed by the True Born. They were tricky, often dangerous. And there was no guarantee it would work.
But she had to try.
Closing her eyes, Cozbi chanted the ancient incantation softly, making sure to enunciate each word.
Her hand glowed with a warm, golden light as she again rested it on Emily’s forehead.
“You will forget the events of this evening. You will forget our physical intimacy. All of it. You will only remember the times we shared together, the friendship we formed. The love.”
Emily stirred under her touch, as if struggling with a nightmare.
“No,” Cozbi comforted her, ” it’s okay, Emily. Let it go. Let our passion be only a dream, not a memory.”
Cozbi sent these thoughts gently, repeatedly, until she at last felt Emily relax, the sleeping worry on her face replaced by a light smile.
“When you awake, you will be at peace. And you will remember only that I am your friend, one you care for and love deeply. But not your lover. All of that was just a fantasy.”
The glow of her hand faded as she removed it.
Emily stirred. Her eyes fluttered open. “Randi?”
“Yes, hun, I’m here.”
“What happened? How did I wind up in bed?”
Cozbi smiled down at her. “Don’t you remember? We were celebrating Finals. You had one too many glasses of wine, were feeling dizzy, so you wanted to lay down.”
Emily looked confused. “But… but why am I… naked?”
“Shit, forgot about that.”
Thinking quickly, she replied, “Well, um, wasn’t gonna say anything since you obviously don’t remember, but you were more than just… dizzy. You sorta… threw up all over yourself. I had to help clean you up.”
“Oh,” Emily blushed. “Sorry.”
Cozbi rubbed her back. “Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?”
Emily looked away bashfully. “Well, thank you. Can you, um, turn around for a minute? I wanna put some clothes on.”
Cozbi turned, facing away from Emily as she got out of bed and dressed. “Back to being shy again, didn’t expect that.”
Once finished, Emily returned and sat beside Cozbi on the bed. Her face was solemn. “We need to talk.”
Cozbi paled. “Something’s not right here.”
“I was thinking,” Emily continued, “Maybe next fall, I should… find another roommate. Move out.”
“What? Why?”
Emily sighed. “Look, no offense, but I think you’re becoming a ba… an influence on me. The parties, that… date. The drinking. It’s… it’s not good for me, that’s all.”
“Hey, look, fine, no more parties, no more booze,” Cozbi tried to assure her. “But we were good roommates, Em! Got along great! And I thought we’d become, well, friends.”
“We did, we are,” Emily agreed. “But it’s not just the drinking. It’s… it’s the way you walk around here naked all the time. It’s the stories you tell about your nights out with your ‘friends.’ It’s about how free and open you are about, well, everything really, but especially your, you know… sexuality.”
“Em, I…”
“No, don’t apologize,” Emily interrupted. “You are who you are. And I’d never ask you to change that. But I’m not like you, Randi. And I… I can’t be.”
“I don’t want to be like me, Em. I just want you to be who you’re supposed to be. You just need to let go of your fears.”
Emily bowed her head. “I don’t think I can do that.”
“Of course you can, hun.”
Cozbi hugged her close. Their eyes met.
In a blink, they were kissing, Emily leading it, pushing Cozbi down on the bed, moving over her, lips desperately sucking, nibbling; her breathing heavy, passionate.
After the initial shock, Cozbi responded in kind, grabbing Emily’s hips, pulling her in.
She broke their kiss just long enough to whisper a fervent, “Oh, Em, I love you so much.”
Emily froze above her. Her eyes went wide with terror, her face ghostly white.
Jumping from the bed, Emily ran for the door.
“Em, wait!” Cozbi called after her. “What’s wrong?”
Emily paused at the doorway, her eyes wet with fresh tears.
“I love you too, Randi. And that’s why I have to leave. Goodbye.”
The door slammed behind her.
“Emily, come back!” Cozbi leapt from the bed, racing to the door.
“Let her go, Cozbi.”
Cozbi whirled at the sound of the voice behind her to find a figure dressed in a pristine white suit, standing at attention, hands clasped together at the waist.
A figure she knew all too well. “Clarence? What are you doing here? Look, whatever this is, I don’t have time for…”
“I said, let her go.” The Archangel known to her as Clarence had moved between her and the door in the blink of an eye.
“You’re not my Boss!” Cozbi snapped. “And I don’t work for yours, either! Now get the fuck out of my way, or…”
Clarence rested a soft, perfectly manicured hand on her shoulder. His thin lips offered a kind smile. “Cozbi, just stop. Calm yourself. Think for a moment. I’m here to help.”
“Help?” Cozbi asked incredulously, “What makes you think I need YOUR help?”
“Because right now, young Emily is on her way downstairs to sleep on the student commons couch. Tomorrow morning, she will call her parents to come get her, take her home. And you obviously haven’t mastered the Memory Spell, have you? Or thought through the consequences of using it?”
“Fuck, her parents,” Cozbi grumbled. “Forgot about them. Look, Clarence, I got this; I’ll go track them down, make them forget they found us together. Then in the morning, when she’s calmed down, I’ll go talk to Emily. I can convince her to come back, and if I can’t, I can use the Memory Spell on her again, make her…”
“No, you can’t,” Clarence stated firmly. “You’ve already botched this up quite badly as it is. You know how dangerous that spell is, Cozbi. How unpredictable. Using it on her again could destroy her already fragile mind entirely. Especially when wielded by an amateur such as yourself.”
Cozbi bristled at the not so subtle insult, but deep down, she knew he was right.
“So what do I do, Clarence?”
“You? Nothing. I’ll handle things from here. I’ll take care of the parents, and tomorrow Emily will go home with them. From there, she will be watched over, protected. From you, and from your Boss.”
“She doesn’t need protection from me,” Cozbi objected. “I don’t want to hurt her, Clarence. I just want…”
“To love her?” Clarence finished. “To have her love you in return? I’m sorry, my dear, but Emily simply isn’t ready for that. If you go to her now, try to convince her to stay with you, you will only damage her more than you already have.
“And my Boss cannot have that. She is too valuable, and has important work to do here. He will not risk her falling into Darkness. She will have to come to terms with her feelings, and her faith, on her own.”
Again, Clarence lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. “If it helps, I can assure you; I see a time coming where she will figure out what she truly wants from her life. Although whether or not that includes you, I cannot tell. That is beyond my vision.”
Cozbi looked doubtful. “And I’m just supposed to trust you? She didn’t even have a Guardian Angel! Maybe if she did, she would have never been targeted by Asmodeus, and none of this would have even happened!”
Clarence huffed sadly. “Quite right. An unfortunate happenstance. Rest assured, she has a Guardian now.”
“Oh, really?” Cozbi frowned. “Who?”
Clarence smiled thinly. “Why, me of course.”
“You?” Cozbi snickered. “Since when does an Archangel of the High Inner Sanctum get assigned guard duty to a lowly human?”
Clarence squirmed slightly. “Since her previous Guardian, one under my employ, ran off with one of your associates. Miss Emmastopheles, I believe?”
Cozbi sneered. “Emma? That bitch? Yeah, I know her.”
Clarence smiled smugly. “Well, fear not. We have plans for ‘that bitch,’ as you call her, and her truant little plaything Lily, as well. The situation is being handled.”
“Good,” said Cozbi. “But what about me?”
Clarence looked mildly confused. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I mean, what am I supposed to do? Asmodeus is gonna hang my hide from his throne room like a trophy for fucking up his plans.”
“Not my problem,” Clarence shrugged. “Not my department.”
“Oh, come on, Clare Bear,” Cozbi smiled alluringly. “After all we’ve been through? You can’t pull a few strings for an old friend, cover my tracks?”
“That was a long time ago, Cozbi,” Clarence snipped, “and as I recall you left me bound and gagged at the foot of Mt. Vesuvius, mere minutes before it erupted.”
“Oh, come on, hun. It was a joke. I knew you’d get out of that before it blew. Besides, what’s the worst that could have happened other than a few singed feathers?”
Clarence did not look amused. “Speaking of which; I want mine back.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I am not.”
“Fine.” Cozbi pulled the feather from her dresser. “Here, take it. Asshole.”
Clarence held the feather gingerly. “What have you been doing with this, Cozbi? It appears to be caked in some dried substance, and…”
He sniffed it curiously. “…and it smells like… like…”
“Pussy,” Cozbi confirmed smugly.
Clarence dropped the feather. “On second thought, keep it. I won’t have my wings sullied by your… secretions.”
“Fuck you, Clarence.”
“Oh, as tempting as that offer is, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. I’m already in enough trouble because my underling decided to run off for a tryst with her She-Demon lover; I don’t need any more heat from my Boss, thank you very much.”
“And what about MY Boss? He’s literally going to flay me alive.”
Clarence sighed, exasperated. “I’ll see what I can do. But I make no promises.”
Cozbi relented her anger. “Thank you, Clarence.”
“Don’t thank me just yet. You’ll probably still be punished somehow. But I think I can at least save you from The Pit.”
Clarence moved as if to hug her, but stopped himself. Instead he turned to the door.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go check in on Miss Emily for a moment, then I’m off to visit her parents.
“Remember, Cozbi, you are hereby forbidden to make any direct contact with her, or to interfere in her life in any way. If you do, even I won’t be able to keep you from the consequences.”
Cozbi nodded. “I understand. You’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?”
“Two eyes. As often as I can spare them.”
And with that, he was gone.
Cozbi sat on the bed; alone, dejected and defeated.
For the first time in her long, supernatural life, she openly wept.
Somewhere Outside Time And Space
THWAAAAP!
Cozbi hung from the upside-down cross, naked, arms and legs chained tightly, glaring defiantly at the monstrous Demon Lord currently torturing her.
The whip rained down on her repeatedly, yet she refused to scream, or even flinch in response.
“That the best you got, As? Must be getting soft in your old age.”
The whip cracked again, leaving an angry, bloody gash across her chest.
Asmodeus stood before her, his fury uncontrolled. “Face to face with your doom, and still you mock me! But you will learn, oh yes. You only think you understand pain and suffering. I will show you the true meaning of it.”
The whip lashed out once more, barbed metal tips tearing into her flesh. Blood streamed like rivers from the open wounds.
“That tickles.”
The whip cracked, more times than she could count, her body now a chaotic mess of lacerations, welts and bruises.
Her vision blurred with blood, yet she could see clearly enough to make out the utter contempt and hatred on his grotesque visage as he crouched closer to her inverted face.
“Ever the comedian. I should have made you my Court Jester instead of my Commander.”
Standing erect, Asmodeus lifted his arm to strike again, then paused.
A rictus grin formed. “You and physical pain are old friends, yes? Well I have something far more distressing for you, Princess. Something that will tear your heart out.”
Asmodeus paced the throne room, sneering gleefully. “You see, there’s something I haven’t told you. A surprise I was saving. A surprise involving your little pet, Emily.”
Cozbi spat blood. “You keep her name out of your filthy mouth! She’s off limits to you! Protected from Above. Even you couldn’t get past the barriers they’ve placed around her now.”
Whirling, Asmodeus again approached and squatted beside her. “Oh yes, you’re right. Your little stunt has taken away my prize. But that’s just it, you see. That’s my ultimate blow to you.”
“What do you mean?” Cozbi asked, suddenly quite fearful of the answer.
Asmodeus laughed sharply. “I simply can’t fathom it. So brilliant in so many ways, yet you never once worked it out, did you?
“I wanted Emily to join us, yes. But not just to serve me. I was going to give her to YOU, you stupid cunt. I was going to make her your partner, as a reward for all your centuries of loyal service.
“You wouldn’t be alone anymore. You’d have had her with you as your companion until the end of time. Instead, by your own hand, your own selfish, stubborn insubordination, you have assured things as such that you will never see her again.”
“Liar,” Cozbi managed weakly.
“Oh, my dear, sweet Princess. When have I ever lied to you?”
Asmodeus was right. This was far worse than any physical torture he could bestow. Her heart ached in a way she hadn’t felt since she was human.
Worse, because even then, she’d never truly been in love.
She’d had lovers, of course, and a husband, once. But she hadn’t truly felt love for any of them.
Not in the way she felt for Emily.
All her anger and defiance drained from her, replaced now only by sorrow and regret.
“Oh Em, I’m so sorry, my love.”
With her last ounce of willpower, she glared up at her former Lord. “Go on then. Finish it.”
“Finish?” Asmodeus bellowed. “Oh, now that is truly a humorous jest! You think I’d just destroy you? Oh no, my darling. Your suffering won’t end that easily. Or quickly.
“No, I think I’ll keep you here awhile. Not long, maybe a thousand years or so. Until I tire of looking at you. Then I think I’ll ship you off to…”
His threats were cut off as the throne room door flew open. The handsome young Imp Cozbi had met before burst into the room, eyes wide and terrified.
“My Lord! Forgive the interruption!”
Hurrying to him, the young man knelt, extending a scroll in his trembling hands. “A message, My Lord. I was ordered to give it to you directly. It is from… Her.”
“From HER, you say? But why…?”
Cautiously, he took the scroll. His eyes narrowed as he read.
“No… No!… NOOOOOOOO!”
Asmodeus burst into a raging flame. Lashing out with talon-like fingers, he grabbed the Imp by the throat.
Blood gushed as the young man squirmed helplessly, his tongue flailing wildly from his gaping mouth.
Flames shot up the Demon Lord’s arm and in an instant, the Imp exploded in a cloud of ash.
As the dust settled, Asmodeus turned his attention back to Cozbi. “You… traitorous… little… BITCH!”
Again his arms raised, a massive fireball forming in his hands.
Closing her eyes, Cozbi prepared herself for the blast that would send her to Oblivion.
“Goodbye, Em. I love you.”
Nothing happened. The room went deathly silent.
Tentatively, she opened her swollen lids.
The throne room had gone dark. Asmodeus knelt in the middle of it, flames extinguished, head bowed low.
A dark voice, thunderous in volume, spoke from above.
“Asmodeus.”
It was the first time Cozbi had ever seen the Dark Lord tremble.
“Yes, my Master?”
“Did you not receive my message?”
“Yes, I… I received it, Master.”
“Then why are you not carrying out my orders, Asmodeus?”
“Master, I simply…”
An unseen force threw the Dark Lord to the floor, writhing in agony.
“Just do as you’re told, servant. Set her free.”
“Yes, Master.”
The Voice then addressed her.
“Cozbi. Come see me, my darling. I think it’s time we got to know each other a little better, don’t you?”
Cozbi stood before the massive stone doors, alone, naked and trembling.
The guide that had been sent to lead her here had already fled in terror. Cozbi wished she could follow him.
Instead, she waited, contemplating the ancient runes carved into the stone, a language so old even she could not comprehend it.
Her body ached. Her wounds would heal in time, of course. But even Demons could feel pain, especially when meted out by a being far more powerful than they.
And if Asmodeus could cause the significant damage he had, Cozbi could only guess what The Master may have in store for her.
After what felt like an eternity, the doors swung open silently.
“Come.”
With a resigned sigh, Cozbi entered.
It took a moment to actually comprehend what she was seeing. When she did, she nearly fell to the floor.
The floor; a white polished marble that expanded from either side of the doorway into a vast, perfect circle.
Five pillars along the circumference marked the points of the pentagram, laid out in black onyx set into the otherwise pristine marble. Two pillars to either side of the entrance, two more, left and right center, and a final one at the far end.
Atop each pillar sat a glowing orb, lighting the space with a soft hue.
There were no walls nor ceiling. Instead, a massive dome, made up of thousands, perhaps millions, of hexagon shaped crystal panels.
Outside the dome, a dizzying array of spiraling galaxies, scintillating with brilliant color,
swirled slowly across the black expanse.
“Welcome to the Observatory, Cozbi. Enjoying the view?”
The almost musical voice brought Cozbi back from her astonished stupor.
At the center of the room, directly in the middle of the onyx star, an ethereal female figure reclined on an elegant, crushed velvet chaise lounge.
With a toss of her long ebony hair, the woman shifted to a seated position, revealing a glimpse of her lengthy, well toned calves beneath her flowing black robes.
Dark eyes considered her curiously. She offered Cozbi a radiant smile.
Her left hand patted the cushion beside her. With her right, she gestured towards the petrified She-Demon. “Come. Sit. I won’t bite, I promise. At least… not right away.”
The Dark woman’s lip twisted slightly upwards at that last comment, and Cozbi suddenly felt the urgent need to pee, something she usually only did when she was pretending to be human.
Still, she found some strength in her legs, enough to move forward, approaching the woman who could only be The Dark Queen Of Hell Herself.
Cozbi dropped to her knees before her, head bowed. “My Master.”
Standing, the woman lifted Cozbi’s face by the chin. “Relax, my child. No need for such formalities, at least not here. Although your fealty is appreciated. But please, do rise.”
With a painful effort, Cozbi lifted herself up, and stood face to face with the terrifying beauty before her.
Full red lips again offered a caring, soothing smile. “Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lucy. And before you ask; no, it’s not short for ‘Lucifer.’ Although I have never discouraged that notion. Now, please take my hand.”
Cozbi took the offered hand in hers and immediately felt a jolt of raw power, surging through her like electric current, her body vibrating wildly with the energy.
In moments, her wounds were healed.
“There, much better now, isn’t it?” Lucy again gestured to the lounge. “Now please, sit. Let’s have a chat, shall we?”
Cozbi, a She-Demon who’s sexual exploits had become legendary in both Heaven and Hell, suddenly felt very self conscious about her nudity. Her arms involuntarily crossed over her chest as she took a seat beside the Dark Queen.
“Are you cold, dear?” Lucy queried. “No, what am I thinking? No one is ever cold in Hell. Still, your reputation precedes you, and you’re certainly not known to be… shy. And yet you’re obviously uncomfortable at the moment.”
“Annej!” Lucy called out, not with her voice, but with her mind this time, “Bring our guest a robe.”
The massive stone doors opened and a familiar looking Succubus entered, carrying a beautiful, silken red robe.
The nude young woman curtsied before Lucy, then handed the robe to Cozbi.
“Thanks,” Cozbi offered gratefully, “but don’t I know you?”
The petite redhead grinned up at her, green eyes sparkling mischievously, yet said nothing.
Instead, it was Lucy who responded. “Ah, yes. You have met her before. In Asmodeus’ bedchamber, I believe. Allow me to formally introduce you. This is Annej. One of my most trusted handmaidens. And also one of my most loyal spies.”
“Spy?” Cozbi wondered softly.
“Yes,” Lucy nodded. “I have been keeping an eye on Asmodeus for some time now. And, by extension, you.”
“But why would you need to spy on your own people?” Cozbi asked.
Lucy’s smile faded, her face grim. “A good question. For another time. For now, let’s just say I have reasons not to trust him. You, however, I am hoping I can count on. I need you to remain in service to Asmodeus, to continue to follow his orders. He will be spiteful about this, of course, and so he may make things difficult for you. And I will allow it. But fear not, you will remain under my protection. As long as you remain loyal to me.”
Cozbi nodded as Lucy’s objective dawned on her. “You wish me to be a spy as well.”
“Yes,” Lucy confirmed. “I need you to keep an eye on his dealings; who else he may be associating with, if he goes after any more unusual targets like Emily Wilson. Anything out of the ordinary, you will report back to me.”
Lucy’s dark eyes fixed on Cozbi intently. “Do I have your loyalty, Cozbi, daughter of Zur?”
Cozbi slipped off the lounge to her knees, bowing deeply. “I am at your service, my Master.”
Lucy stood. Her flowing robe dropped to the floor with a soft woosh. “From you, I prefer Mistress,” she corrected gently.
“Yes, my Mistress.”
“Very good.” Lucy caressed Cozbi’s face, long fingernails gliding along her cheek. “Now, service me.”
Cozbi looked up to meet her eyes. Lucy’s intent was clear. Without hesitation, Cozbi leaned in and buried her face in her Mistress’s warm and already slick cleft.
“Ah, yes. Very good, my darling.” Lucy reclined back on the lounge, pulling Cozbi with her so that her tongue never broke contact.
Then, turning to the Succubus still standing silently beside the lounge, she instructed, “Annej, be a dear, will you? Go fetch my strap-on.”
Epilogue
April 1st, 2021 – SIX YEARS LATER
Cozbi sat at the table of the café, sipping her iced latte.
Her light sundress fluttered in the gentle breeze as she studied the case files on her tablet.
“Too old. Too fat. Too… ugh, just no.”
The past six years had been a trial for her.
Oh sure, she’d gotten to keep her job, thanks to some influence from Clarence that had led to the little sit down with her new Mistress who, turns out, was quite charming once Cozbi got to know Her.
Few Lesser Demons ever got a chance to meet “The Master” directly; still fewer remained alive to tell the tale. And yet she had not only survived the experience, but had rather enjoyed it.
Cozbi had never been anyone’s Submissive before, but of course it was made clear very quickly that Lucy would be dominated by no one.
Asmodeus, as expected, had been petty about being forced to keep Cozbi on staff.
And so he’d demoted her to Captain. And instead of high-end targets of wealth, power and fame, she’d been relegated to recruiting bottom feeders, nobodies; men with nothing to truly offer the Dark Realm except service to the First Fallen, performing only the most menial tasks.
Men who weren’t truly wicked; simply greedy, uninspired, or worse, just stupid.
Easy marks, willing to trade their souls for a little wealth, or a piece of ass.
There was no challenge for her; no long games, no high stakes, no real thrill of the chase.
No satisfaction in taking down those truly deserving of Hell.
Instead, only poor, dumb slobs, so easily misled.
And so Cozbi scrolled through the endless list of potential “targets,” looking for one that suited her needs.
Because she had a plan.
“Stay away from Emily Wilson. She has been deemed off limits.”
Those were the last words The Mistress had spoken to her, six years ago, after they’d finished their sordid tryst.
And so of course Cozbi had immediately returned to the college dorm room she’d shared with Emily for almost nine months.
She’d resumed the guise of “Randi,” maintaining her presence at the school, as well as the social media accounts she’d created for her alter ego, in hopes that, while she was forbidden to go to Emily, that Emily may eventually come to her.
Of course, that hadn’t happened. And Cozbi had grown resentful during that long time. Even angry with her former friend.
She loved Emily. And she knew, deep down in her demonic heart, that Emily loved her too.
It was the GUILT that kept her from realizing that. That, and the pious, self-righteous bullshit she’d been indoctrinated with all her life.
Emily was a nun, now. A fucking NUN!
Cozbi couldn’t believe it when her scout had returned with the report. A nun, living in a homeless shelter, slaving away selflessly for drug addicts and mental patients, when she could be traveling the world with her, sleeping in luxurious beds with satin sheets they would stain with sweat and lustful drippings night after passion filled night.
There had to be a way to break through the facade of sweet, pure innocence Emily had built around herself and let her true nature shine.
And Cozbi thought she might just have it. All she needed was the right pawn.
Because while she was forbidden to interfere directly, no one had said specifically that she couldn’t get someone else to seduce Emily for her.
And so she scrolled on, searching.
Suddenly she stopped. A wide, wicked smile lit up her dark face.
“Well now, who’s this? Job Silverstein. Age 33. Divorced. No real family. Shitty job, girlfriend is cheating on him but he doesn’t know it yet. Decent looking without being overly handsome. Insecure, unhappy, afraid of dying alone and unloved. Ah, yes, I believe I can work with this.”
Cozbi signaled the waitress, a pretty young thing, to bring her a fresh drink.
“Thank you, love. By the way, just curious, what time does your shift end?”
“T-minus two hours and counting,” the petite blonde sighed wearily. “Can’t wait to get off my feet.”
Cozbi flashed her most alluring smile. “Perfect. Tell ya what, hun; keep these lattes coming while I do my research here, and I promise when you’re finished work, I’ll take you home and definitely get you off those pretty little feet.”
The waitress blushed furiously, but returned Cozbi’s smile. “That sounds… lovely.”
Cozbi took a moment to admire the sway of her bum as she walked away before returning her attention to the tablet. Playtime would be later. Right now, there was work to be done. Smiling to herself, she sang along with the song now playing on the patio speakers.
“I’m goin’ my way,
your lover.
If you get cold, yeah,
I will be your cover.
Don’t have to worry,
’cause I’m here.
No need to suffer baby,
’cause I’m near.
“Just hold on, I’m comin’.
Hold on, I’m comin’…”
THE END