My mind was stuck. She owned my soul? She fully unzipped her pants. Instead of awkwardly removing them, though, they shimmered and disappeared, leaving hot red panties in their wake.
“Wha–?”
“I am a shapechanger, mortal stud,” she explained. “The jeans are me. All of it…me.” To make her point, her half top disappeared and her bountiful boobs bounced free. The areolae were a rich red, as if they had been lipsticked, and her nipples were small but hard.
“What…what do you want from me?” I asked unsteadily as she sat up.
She got up from the couch and walked in front of me, straddling my legs with hers. The clip clop of her hooves distracted me and I looked down her legs. Not only were they unshaven, but there was a fair amount of fur on her lower legs, going down to her hooves. Strangely, it didn’t detract from her sexiness.
She unzipped me with practiced ease and with an ungodly strength my jeans and boxers were off. My over 7 inch “Tommy Gun” was harder than it had ever been, and it stood up like a red rocket, ready for launch.
Demie’s panties shimmered and disappeared and she climbed into my lap. “I want to stay here, with you, smoking and toking and enjoying everything this world has to offer.” I could feel the heat emanating from her nether region as she brought it to the head of my cock.
I was suddenly very scared, though my cock didn’t flag at all. “Wait…won’t sex with you…kill me?”
She brought her face close to mine, flicked out a forked tongue and licked my lips. “No…just don’t kiss my lips and you’re safe. If you agree you will live, though you will be mine…there are advantages to this arrangement.” Her pussy lips rubbed on the head of my cock.
It felt so amazing. I had to fuck her! “Yes, anything!” I responded.
“Mmm…” she moaned, sinking her pussy down on my cock, which was now harder than steel. A flaming heat surrounded my penis, almost unbearable, but extremely pleasurable as well.
Demie looked down at me as my face contorted from the pleasure mixed with pain. She rose up, then down again. We were only touching at the crotch. She was strong enough to keep herself upright and moving up and down without leverage. She repeated the move, again and again, speeding up and bringing me to new heights of pleasure.
I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. It had been 6 months since Laura had kicked me out and I had been on my own, and as I said, I wasn’t very good at talking to women, so I was all backed up and primed to blow. One thing I did know, though, was how to pleasure women. “Slow down,” I urged, grabbing her hips, “or this will be over too quickly.”
She looked confused. “Is that not what you want, mortal?” She tried to lift up and I barely held her still using all my strength.
I looked up into her beautiful red eyes. “No, I want…for both of us to enjoy this. Just wait a moment.”
She stopped at full penetration, our crotches together as one. She waited.
“Can I…put my lips on…other parts of you?” I asked. She nodded, amused. I took one of her candy apple nipples into my mouth and she gasped. My hand moved down to her clitoris.
She started to shake a bit as my finger found her love button and I manipulated it as my tongue swirled around her nipple. Her breathing quickened. My other arm reached down her hip to cup her ass. On the way it hit her tail and the unexpected contact startled me a little. It was unbelievable to think that I was having sex with a demon! No, I couldn’t think about that right then! I quickly recovered and my hand cupped an asscheek, massaging.
I released her nipple and leaned back so I could have better access to her clit. Luckily Demie didn’t start to resume her bouncing or that would have been the end for me. My finger was doing the trick…was I going to be able to make a demon cum?
Yes! Demie arched her back and cried out as her cunt suddenly gripped my cock, sucking on it like a professional hooker’s mouth. I had no chance. I grabbed her hips and held on for dear life as she orgasmed and I fountained my semen deep inside her vacuum tube.
When I regained my senses Demie was off of me and back in her “clothes.” My spent cock was somehow still hard, and covered with our mixed juices.
She gave my manhood an appraising look. “I will be back, mortal– Tom. You have filled me with energy and I feel the need for a walk around today’s world. Oh, also…” Suddenly she became a lot less serious. “Can you get more ganja? That shit is bitchin’!” With that, she was out the door and I was barely able to stumble into bed before I slipped into unconsciousness.
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Demie still wasn’t back when I finally woke up, 16 hours later, or maybe she had been and gone. Did she need to eat or drink? I had no idea. I hit the web search but everything about demons was just folklore and bullshit. I memorized a few things, but nothing that would help me preserve my immortal soul.
I showered, left Demie a note, and then went to Monday’s place to get more weed. If Demie was as much of a pothead as she seemed I’d need a lot of it. My mind wandered, the image of her naked and riding me popped into it, and my cock got hard as a rock. I adjusted myself for comfort and discretion and continued on, but it didn’t go down.
Monday looked at me as I entered his apartment. “Hoolleee shit, Tommy! You sick or something?” He covered his mouth as if his hand could filter out germs. “You bringin’ The Black Death with you?”
I flopped onto his grubby couch. “Just a bad…” I thought about it…was it really a bad night? I had killed a man and forfeited my soul, but now I had a nubile demon offering me sex. I amended my statement, “…a badass bitch.” Not incorrect…not incorrect at all.
Monday parked his butt in his grubby recliner. “Oh yeah? Got a piece of ass, huh? Hope she didn’t taint your man parts with cooch cancer.”
Oh shit! Could I get some sort of demonic version of V.D. or crabs? I suddenly felt extremely itchy down there. No, it was just my mind running away on me! I replied, “Naw…I think she’s safe.” Her body was so hot — temperature hot — nothing bug-like could probably survive anyway.
We played some video games and then I headed back home after getting another $100 of weed. Demie still wasn’t back and the note was where I had left it. Had I dreamt it all?
I had to work in the morning and was still pretty tired, so I watched Game of Thrones and went to bed.
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I dreamt of my ex-girlfriend Laura that night, holding me, jacking my cock up and down. I woke up with someone in bed with me. I was still in a dream state.
“Laura?” I groaned. Then Laura’s face was in front of mine in the dim light, smiling in that impish way she did when she was doing something naughty, like waking me up with a handjob. “Hey baby,” I whispered. “I missed you.”
“Sorry, meant to be back earlier,” said Laura. “Too much fun out there. Mmm…” She clambered up onto me. I reached up and pulled her head down for a kiss.
“Hey!” she yelled, pulling back. “Do you want to die? I explained this, dummy.” Her pulling back didn’t stop her getting her extremely hot pussy around my cock, though. The hot pain/pleasure combo brought me right back to reality.
“Demie!?” I yelped. Laura’s face quickly morphed, still sort of Laura, but also still part Janis and part Demi. Laura’s impish grin remained, which quite suited Demie’s infernal nature.
“You were having a groovy sexy dream so I thought I’d make it real…Tom.” She had caught herself before calling me “mortal” again. The realization of that and what it might mean flew out of my head as she started to ride me, though. The pleasure was so intense!
She was getting a good rhythm going when I grabbed her hips to slow her down again. What would happen if I didn’t please her during sex? Would she get bored and decide to end this agreement anyway?
“Lie down,” I urged, rolling her to the side. She complied and I pulled out hesitantly. In the dim light her eyes glowed as she watched me.
I went down on her. I hadn’t gotten a good look at her pussy before but even though the light was dim I could tell it was the most perfect one I’d ever seen! Her pussy lips weren’t too large or too small, and I could find her engorged clit with ease. I licked at and around the nub. Demie gasped.
She had a full bush down there, which I guess was the style back in the 60’s. I was fine with it. I pushed my index finger into her hot hole as I sucked and licked at her clit. She was gasping a lot now. I put a second finger into her, then a third.
Finally I extracted my fingers and stuck my tongue up inside her, stiffening it to reach the g-spot, if she even had one.
She did. “Uahh! Unhh!” she cried as she came, her body stiffening. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue and she gushed love juice. I lapped it up. It tasted like delicious spiced rum.
