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Subject: {ASSM} Demonette - work in progress (FF, magic)
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{ASSM} Demonette - work in progress (FF, magic)

   Leah S.  (leahs31@hotmail.com)

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   OK, folks, opinions wanted.  I started writing a supernatural story a
few months back, in a Catholic moment, but I got sidetracked.  Should I
finish?  Email me at leahs31@hotmail.com if you think so.

   Excerpt below.

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   [Central character is a succubus who has been summoned to Earth and has
just condemned the soul of an imprudent sorcerer to damnation after fucking
him to death.  She is cleaning up the crime scene when she disappears
suddenly and...]

   ---

   She reappeared in a dark room.  The only light emanated from a
candelabrum, sitting on a nearby bench...  and a circle of green symbols
inscribed around her feet.  Being a creature of darkness, though, she could
see the room quite clearly: a dusty basement, with cardboard boxes, tools,
and old furniture shoved into the corners to make room for the magic
circle. The scene was only too familiar, and so was the other occupant of
the room; a slim young woman with dyed red hair, too much eyeshadow, and an
over-elaborate Gothic outfit.

   "What the hell do you want?" hissed the succubus.

   "Nice to see you, too," the young woman replied primly.  "Hope I wasn't
interrupting anything?"

   "You have no idea," the hellspawn muttered.  "Fuck!  It's tight in here.
Draw the fucking circle a bit bigger next time, why don't you?" Indeed, her
wings were pressed tightly against her back.  Her cock, meanwhile, was
shrinking back into her groin, and her balls were quickly cooling and
retracting.  Even her nails were shrinking as the protective circle did its
work.

   "If you granted some of my wishes like you keep saying you're going to,
I'd have a bigger flat with a bigger basement and we'd have more room." She
perched on the edge of an ageing armchair, arms folded.

   "I'm a demon of lust.  I provide you with sexual gratification.  If you
want a bigger flat, summon a demon of fucking real estate.  Now how about
letting me out?"

   "You may step out of the circle.  But behave yourself." She reached one
booted foot forward, scuffed out two or three sigils.

   "I doubt I have much choice about that.  Judging by your past record,
you've probably got a half dozen talismans hanging off of you." The
she-demon gingerly stepped out of the broken circle, unfurled her wings and
stretched them.  At full extension, they brushed the walls of the dingy
basement.

   "Just one, but it will do the trick." The young witch smugly reached for
one of the silver chains round her neck, held up the locket dangling from
it.  "The finger-bone of Saint Cuthbert."

   "And a miserable old bastard he was, too.  I tried to tempt him.  Never
got anywhere."

   "Yes, well.  I believe it will be enough to keep you in line?"

   "If it wasn't, we wouldn't be chatting now." She leant against a filing
cupboard, arms folded under her chest, letting the mortal stare at her
jutting breasts.  "Let's get down to business.  Usual story - you've not
had the guts to ask your little friend Samantha out, and you want me to
throw you a sympathy fuck?"

   "You're bitchy today!  On the rag again?"

   "Bitch yourself!" snarled the succubus.  "And I wouldn't joke if I were
you.  Today you've got the upper hand, but one day you'll be dead and I'll
be using your soul for a cunt-rag in Hell."

   "That's enough out of you." The readhead's heavily lipsticked mouth
thinned to a curt line.  "Play nice - and that's an order.  Otherwise I'll
send you back where you came from."

   "I wish you would.  I was in the middle of something.  Cleaning up after
myself."

   The young witch laughed and started to pull her top over her head.  "I
can just picture you with a vacuum cleaner."

   "I can picture you with a flaming stake shoved up your asshole until it
comes out your mouth," muttered the succubus.

   "What's that?"

   "Nothing," retorted the she-demon defiantly, sliding her hands down to
her groin, where her cock was starting to swell again.

   ---

   Not long after, the succubus was seated in the armchair, ectoplasmic
juices seeping into the dusty seat.  A modest six-inch prick sprouted from
her pelvis, stretching towards the dyed red pussy of the young witch, who
was straddling her.  The scent of female excitement was in the air, mingled
with a trace of sulphur.

   "Come on," the redhead whispered huskily.  "Give Mama that thing.  She
can take it."

   The she-devil's hands twined around her summoner's waist.  She lifted
her hips; her cock pushed upwards, probed between swollen labia, slipped
out again with a slurping sound.  It rubbed along the length of the slit,
teased the woman's clitoris, then back again (quickly dipping into the wet
entrance).  It slid back even further, tickled the perineum, brushed
against the quivering anus, and then slid back between the vaginal lips. 
The redhead groaned with lust, tried to push back onto it.

   "You're in a hurry today," noted the succubus coolly.  She put one pale
hand under the redhead's bottom, letting her feel the slim cock at her
entrance but not allowing her to push down onto it, and craned round to
look at her face.  "Are we short of time?  One of your little friends
coming over so you can work on your essays, perchance?"

   "Just get the hell on with it," the witch gasped.

   "With what...?"

   "Impale me, damn it!"

   "Oh, may I?" the succubus said, brightening up.  "Can I choose what to
impale you on?  I have one or two ideas."

   "Nnnngh!" The witch pushed downwards, working her hips.

   The succubus sighed.  "Well, I was going to make you orgasm once or
twice before I entered you, but I see you're impatient." She clasped her
summoner's waist and arched upwards, sliding three inches of Satanic shaft
into the young woman in less than a second.

   [and they get it on for a page or so - L.]

   The succubus effortlessly lifted the young woman off her lap.  She
whimpered as the cock slipped out of her.  "Fuck!  I was nearly there."

   "Oh no you weren't.  I'm going to keep you going for hours." The
demoness stood up, holding her summoner in front of her like a rag doll,
and dropped to her knees.  She lowered her mistress until she was on all
fours on the floor, parted her thighs and easily re-entered her.  "I just
wish you'd get rid of that God-damned amulet," she panted, starting to
thrust again.  "It weakens me.  If you took it off I could grow a foot-long
cock and give you a taste of true pleasure.  Two foot-long cocks, if you
wanted."

   The witch, now on hands and knees, was pushing herself back against the
hellspawn's groin, groaning in pleasure at the obscene noises coming from
their junction.  "Think I'm stupid?  The relic stays on.  Gimme some of
that tongue, demon.  Make it super long, like last time..."

   The succubus leant forward until her breasts were pressing into the
woman's back, concentrated on ejecting more and more tongue out of her
mouth.  The unnaturally long organ curled over her summoner's white
shoulder, started to writhe down her chest again.  Giving the amulet a wide
berth, it flicked over one of her breasts, latched onto the nipple and
squeezed.  "Fuck!  That feels good..." the woman whispered.  She thrust her
ass back, gasped as drops of saliva dripped from her nipple and sizzled on
the concrete floor.  "Aah, god!  Bet you can reach my clit with it if you
try hard enough."

   The tongue uncurled itself from her breast, retracted abruptly into the
succubus's mouth.  "Mortal slut!" she hissed, digging scarlet nails into
the woman's hips.  "There's no need to gamble on me.  I've been fucking
your kind for six thousand years and I know very well what I can do.  And
don't invoke the Supreme Being again or I'll lose my hard-on." Again the
tongue stretched over the woman's shoulder and between her tits.  It slid
rapidly down her belly, leaving a trail of slime, and dove into her pubic
bush.  She wailed as it slipped between her spread pussy lips, already
parted by the slim red cock that was taking her from behind.

   Rocking back and forwards on the hell-spawn's she-penis, the witch
moaned, enjoying the long tongue that writhed slowly between her tits and
lapped at her genitals.  Moments like these made up for weeks of sexual
frustration among her college girlfriends; they even made the likely loss
of her immortal soul almost seem worthwhile...  She brought one hand up
between her legs, pushed the wriggling tongue-tip against her clit.  An
orgasm was close again.  She groaned, lowered her head to the cold
concrete. The slender cock between her legs was working her into a sexual
daze.  Her jewelery was hanging over her face, and she pushed it over her
head, where it dropped to the floor with a jangling sound.

   "You know what?" she panted.  "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum real
soon."

   "You know what?" the succubus said, behind her.  "So am I."

   "You know what?  I don't think so," she said, suddenly alarmed.  She
lifted herself back onto her elbows and quickly looked over her shoulder.
"I came protected.  My relic will stop you from pulling any tricks."

   "You know what?" the demoness replied, suddenly withdrawing her cock and
reaching forward to scoop her up off the floor.  "You just took it off, you
stupid bitch." It was true, she realised with horror as she was swung into
the air.  She had shrugged the pendant over her head and it now lay on the
floor.  Tantalisingly close, but now out of reach.

   ---

   "You're fucked now, mortal," the succubus gloated.  She turned the
horrified woman around and shoved her down over the back of the armchair.

   [and she grows the cock to 12" and deals out some punishment.  But
little miss Goth turns the tables on her in the end and it all ends happily
in the end.  What do y'all think - worth continuing?  L. 
(leahs31@hotmail.com)]

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