A Chance Glance in a Student Bar

"He won't," Carny said. "It would be seen as a challenge to me."

Again Carny conspicuously omitted the consequences of making that challenge.

"Thanks for stepping in," Devin said.

"Not a problem," Carny said. "Thanks for the music recommendations. I always like checking out new bands."

And with that, the blond student in the Slayer T-shirt, who was not a blond student in a Slayer T-shirt, popped his headphones back in and ambled off into the darkness.

Devin threw up in his sink once he got back to his single-bedroom halls of residence room. His neighbours would probably think he was a lightweight who couldn't hold his beer. Devin didn't give a fuck. The world was fucked.

Demons... things... monsters... walking among us.

He sat down in the darkness and tried to rationalise what he'd seen.

Maybe it was... no.

But what if... no.

He knew what he'd seen.

There was a world that overlapped with this one and Devin hoped he never had the misfortune of stepping in it again.

That hope went unanswered. Devin might have decided he was done with that world, but it didn't mean that world was done with him. It didn't even give him the night before it came back, knocking at his door.

Literally in this case. Devin was disturbed from his morose ponderings by a knock at his door. He opened it and blanched as he recognised the blonde girl with the tight jumper who was not a blonde girl in a tight jumper standing in the doorway. There was no trace of the devil about her here. She looked up at Devin with big brown eyes.

"Don't be afraid" she said. "Please hear me out."

Devin knew he shouldn't. As Carny had told him, he lacked the defences to survive in their world. He should shut the door now.

Devin didn't. Instead his gaze lingered over her sensually plump pink lips. And lower, down to where her tight white jumper clung to and emphasised the considerable curves of her chest.

"I came here to apologise for earlier," she said.

Devin knew he should really shut the door. Instead his gaze was drawn in by those moist pink lips until they filled his world.

"Cacodoughovorax can be so boorish. It's not his fault. It's a trait of wrath daemons in general. He saw your hair and jacket and came to the wrong conclusion."

Devin watched her sensual lips move up and down. He wanted to feel their softness against his.

"I can see now you're a more sensitive soul."

Lulled by her soft words, Devin's head dipped lower and closer.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

She pursed those exquisite lips and blew a small cloud of perfumed smoke in Devin's face. Before he could react he'd already inhaled it. A pleasant fog rose in his head and wrapped up his thoughts in tentacles of silk gauze.

Devin was supposed to say, "No," and close the door. Instead he said, "Yes," and let the succubus into his bedroom.

The blonde in the tight jumper shut the door behind her and smiled coyly at him. Devin's gaze was drawn to her chest—the way the fabric was stretched taut over her ample bosom.

"I'm Boobella," she said. "Most people call me Boo."

"Devin," Devin replied. Automatically. Everything felt smothered in a lush haze.

He kept looking at the curves of her chest. An itch had awaken inside him. He wanted to put his hand on those spherical swells and squeeze. He wanted to feel their softness and weight. It was an unnatural urge. Unnatural in how difficult it was to hold at bay.

Boo's hands strayed down to the bottom of her jumper. She twirled the stretchy nylon around a finger.

"You've been looking at these all night," she said. "Would you like to see them uncovered?"

Devin nodded. His mouth was dry. He felt the blood pounding past his ears.

Boo started to raise her jumper. She did it slow and teasing. Devin saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath. First revealed was the flat expanse of her belly. Then the bottom of her jumper climbed higher, exposing the dainty pink dimple of her navel. Then higher still as it started to climb the round peaks of her boobs. She reached a point just below her nipples and paused.

"Boop," she said, flipping up the bottom fold of her jumper to flash Devin a momentary glimpse of her nipples.

Devin's pulse quickened. He felt a swelling hardness rise in his underwear.

Staring directly into Devin's eyes, Boo slid her jumper up, up and up until she'd smoothly pulled it over her head. She discarded it and stood before Devin, her big bouncy breasts completely exposed to him.

Boo pushed out her chest and gave her boobs a little jiggle. "Would you like to touch?"

Devin's hands jerked forwards. Fingers splayed like talons, he clutched the ripe pink flesh of her tits. Her silky-smooth skin dimpled underneath his fingers and he felt them sink into soft flesh. His eyes had marvelled at the perfection of her curves, now his fingers marvelled at their weight and feel.

Boo drew closer. Devin's head dipped lower... lower...

And then he was diving down into the inviting pink valley of her cleavage. He buried his face between her soft tits. Her scent, fragrant and creamy, intoxicated him.

Part of him stood back and watched on as if he was a passenger in another person's body. What was he doing? He was pawing her tits and slathering over her cleavage like a lecherous creep.

The message didn't get through. Devin lifted his head high enough to take a breath and then dived straight back in. He twisted his head as he nuzzled her smooth, elastic skin. Boo placed her hands on either side of her boobs and then squeezed them around Devin's head like soft fleshy pillows.

"Let's fuck," she said in breathy whisper.

That sounded like a brilliant idea to Devin. His thoughts were still fuddled by fog, only now it felt like the steam given out by a hot bath, or the condensation left on the window of a car as two lovers got it on inside.

The next few moments were a haze as both removed the rest of their clothes. Devin was driven back to his bed, Boo kissing him all the way. Then he was lying naked on top of his bed with Boo lying naked on top of him. She covered him like a warm duvet as she rained hot kisses down on his neck and face. She was hot, really hot in the physical sense. That heat was sinking down into him. He was heating up... heating up until it felt like steam was boiling off him.

"This is how succubi apologise," Boo murmured. "We do it with our bodies."

Boo's sensual lips found his and worked against them. Her tongue squeezed through and entangled with his. It felt like she was breathing fire into him.

His cock twitched and flexed against the warm body lying on top of it. It wanted more. It wanted to be inside her rather than pressed up against her.

Boo wanted it too. "Time to put your delicious big cock in my hungry wet cunt," she breathed.

She sat up and straddled Devin. No longer pinned down, his cock sprang to attention. Boo stared down at it. Her soft brown eyes were suddenly dark and hungry. She wrapped warm hands around Devin's shaft and twisted up and down in silky-smooth strokes.

"Do you want to be eaten up by my hungry wet cunt?"

Did he?

He must do as his head was nodding up and down.

Boo rose up above him. Heat cascaded down from her gaping vagina and tickled his sensitised skin. Foggily he thought something wasn't quite right with her sex—the lips too thick and fleshy; the interior too red; the whole thing too hungry. And then those thick and fleshy lips were wrapping around the swollen head of his cock and she was descending down on him. His cock was completely enveloped in moist flesh and his worries smothered with it. Hot flesh packed around his cock, as soft—if not softer—than the boobs his face had been wedged between earlier.

Boo gave out a low, satisfied moan as her sex engulfed his full length. Devin moaned with her. She was so tight and hot inside.

"Oh yes, now lie back and enjoy it while my hungry wet cunt milks out all your cum."

That seemed like a very good idea to Devin as well.

In the mirror at the back of the room he watched Boo's sweet ass rise up and down as she began fucking him in earnest. Her labia puffed wide with each downstroke as she swallowed up Devin's erection. She was so tight inside, yet silky-smooth enough for his erection to slide back and forth with just enough friction to stroke his arousal higher and higher.

Devin watched the perfect curves of her breasts sway and bob with the motions of her body. He reached up to clutch and squeeze them. Boo squeezed him back as the cushioned walls of her sex contracted against his cock.

Boo put her hands over his and pressed them into the soft pillows of her tits. "Mmm, I could leave you in this blissful trance while I drain all your life, but Cacodoughovorax wanted you to be fully aware during your final moments."

She took his hands away from her bobbing breasts and pinned them to the mattress. Still with her hips moving up and down on Devin, she folded her upper body over his. At first he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead she lightly blew in his face.

The fog cleared.

Devin looked up into the face of a demon. It was the same blonde girl he'd admired from afar in the university bar, but some of her features had changed. Her eyes were red and shone as if alight. Devil horns poked up through her blonde hair. The bone structure of her face had subtly altered—the angles had become sharper. Still beautiful, but clearly unearthly.

A devil was on top of him.

His dick was inside her.

Devin moved to throw her off. Boo chuckled and slammed her ass down. She had him pinned at the hips and elbows.

"Don't you like this?" She wriggled her ass, rubbing the folds of her vagina around his cock.

"Get off!"

He struggled beneath her and tried to throw her off to no avail.

"Too late now," Boo smiled. "Your prick is in my hungry wet cunt."

Her vagina clenched tightly around him. He heard a disgusting wet slurping sound. The walls of her vagina undulated against him like a mouth sucking liquid up a straw. His thrashing grew weaker. Boo rode his bucking form with serene calm. Devin felt like his limbs were filling up with molten lead. It was harder and harder to move them. She was draining his strength, he realised, drawing it up out of him with her vagina.

"Mmm, better," Boo murmured as Devin's struggles ceased.

She resumed bouncing up and down on Devin's shaft. The hot flesh of her sex rippled unnaturally around his cock. It didn't matter how horrified he was by what she was, the expert ministrations of her vagina kept his cock full of blood and throbbing.

"You made my dear Caco look foolish," Boo said. "That's a bad mistake for a human to make."

She came down all the way on Devin and the thick, fleshy walls of her vagina clenched and tugged. Her inner walls fluttered against him, threatening to drive him mad with the pleasure. Boo sat astride him with her arms folded beneath her big breasts and revelled in the superiority her body had over him.

"I think I'd have broken the glamour even if Cacodoughovorax hadn't asked me to," she said. "It's so much more fun when they try to fight."

She resumed riding him with lithe bounces. The stroking sensations of her wet pussy dragged him up maddening peaks of pleasure.

"Mmm, you can't hold back much longer. I can feel it."

Her ass came down and wriggled. Her pussy squeezed. This time he felt it in every fibre of his being. He bucked and writhed beneath her like a fish caught on a line.

"Let it go," Boo breathed. "Fill my hungry wet cunt."

Devin couldn't hold out any longer, couldn't resist the pulsing ministrations of her vagina. He screwed his eyes shut and gasped as his cock throbbed and released a thick rope of semen into her. At the other end of that rope was Devin. Boo grabbed it and began to reel him in with wet rhythmic squeezes of her sex.

She reached down to caress the side of Devin's cheek.

"I'll be slow and gentle," she said. Her other hand grasped and squeezed one of her swollen tits. "I'll make it last all night before I finally suck you dry."

Devin felt a euphoric glow in the aftermath of climaxing, but he also felt like he was burning up with it. And he hadn't finished climaxing. Boo's pussy continued to squeeze and coax more semen from his throbbing cock. She really was sucking out all his fluids.

"I thought Carny said you weren't to go after me," Devin wheezed.

Boo pouted her lips and blew him a kiss. Her vagina similarly bunched up around his cock and sucked another big load of semen—life—out of his body.

"Carnivrillarofax told Cacodoughovorax not to go after you. He's a daemon of Wrath. I'm a daemon of Lust. We belong to different dominions of hell. Carnivrillarofax has no hold on me."

"No, but I do."

The voice came out of the corner of the room. Devin looked over and saw there was another devil woman in the room. She was casually sitting in his chair and watching them. If anything, she looked even more devilish—more intimidating—than Boo. Her skin was vampire-pale and she was clothed from head to foot in black leather. She wore stylish, kinky black boots with high stiletto heels. Her equally stylish black gloves extended back to her elbows. A gothic black leather corset was cinched tightly around her waist and emphasised her large bust. The top of her bosom was uncovered and her deep cleavage was displayed to devastating effect. The overall appearance was somewhere between up-market dominatrix and kinky torturess. Devin didn't know how she'd entered the room. It was as if she'd coalesced out of the darkness.

"N-n-nÿte?" Boo seemed to know who she was and also seemed a little afraid of her.

So was Devin. The new demoness had black horns and eyes like empty black pits. She radiated a palpable aura of dread. Devin saw she had a wicked-looking whip coiled up in her hands. It did not look like a sex toy.

"What are you doing here?" Boo recovered her composure a little.

"Carnivrillarofax thought this might happen. He asked me to stop by and check in."

"It doesn't matter," Boo said. "You're too late. He's already spilled his seed inside me. That makes him my claim. You know the rules."

Her vagina contracted around Devin's cock, holding him tight within her.

"Those aren't really rules," the other demon, Nÿte, said. "They're more like guidelines... to prevent conflict between our kind."

The demon dominatrix stroked the coiled-up whip in her hands.

"Now me, I don't mind a little bit of conflict."

Her black lips parted in a smile that revealed white teeth. The incisors were long and pointed. Fangs.

"How about you?"

Boo looked away. "No," she said.

Her pussy relaxed its death grip on Devin's cock. Boo got off him and stepped off the bed.

"I relinquish my claim. He's yours."

Meekly, she put her clothes back on and left the room.

That left Devin alone with the demon dominatrix. He wasn't sure that was much better. Tangible dread rolled off her in waves. This was not an angel sent down from above to rescue Devin. She was from a place just as dark as Boo, maybe darker.

Nÿte looked him over, as if sizing him up as her next meal. "While I do enjoy watching you tremble in terror like a tiny mouse, it is quite unnecessary."

That was a relief to Devin. The pale-faced demon didn't look like the sort who was satisfied with mere killing. Devin had a feeling that had the circumstances been different she'd have quite happily torn his soul out and taken it back with her to hell to torture for all eternity.

Yes, he was very relieved to see her stand up and walk towards his door.

But she had saved his life (and possibly soul), he should at least acknowledge that.

"You saved me," he said. "I don't know what I can possibly do to thank you, but... thanks."

"It's nothing," Nÿte said with a bright smile that was totally at odds with her terrifying aura. "A request from a friend I was more than happy to carry out."

She put her hand on the door and was about to leave when she paused. She turned her head and looked at Devin.

"Mmm, you know, I've just thought of something you can do." She closed the door and gave Devin a smile filled with predatory lust. "We can do."

Devin's heartrate kicked up in his chest. The demon wasn't leaving.

"How much did you spunk into that little trollop's cunt?" Nÿte asked.

She took a step towards the bed. A step nearer to Devin.

"Um," Devin said. "I don't know."

Nÿte gestured with her hands and said something so alien his ears failed to pick it up at all. Darkness expanded out of the walls, floor and ceiling.

What's this? Devin thought. The walls were closing in on him, literally. It looked like someone had fixed black rubber air mattresses to the walls and was pumping them up with air. They looked solid enough, but he watched one bulge outwards in between his shelves. Rather than displacing his books and miniatures and knocking them onto the floor, the encroaching wall flowed around and swallowed them up as though it was a film of oil. The same thing happened with the bed underneath Devin, although the intangibility only seemed to apply to the furniture. The rising floor felt solid enough beneath Devin and carried him up with it. It felt similar to lying on an inflatable rubber mattress, only the surface felt warmer, softer and smoother.

The walls, floors and ceiling stopped expanding when the room had shrunk to maybe a third of its original size. All of Devin's furniture had been absorbed. He lay on the floor of a rubber cube with dimpled black walls. Nÿte was crouched over in the far corner with her knees apart.

"Instant sex dungeon," Devin remarked.

"So you like the sound of that?" Nÿte asked.

"Um."

Devin decided he should be very careful about what he said next. While the look of dommes in sexy black leather or PVC was a massive turn-on for him, he was less enthused about theS part in BDSM. Getting beaten sounded painful no matter how sexy the woman doing the beating looked. And he really didn't want to think about the level of hurt a demon dominatrix could inflict.

"The sex part more than the dungeon part," he said.

"Oh good, so you do want me to fuck you," Nÿte said. She unzipped her crotch and her sex gaped hungrily. "How splendid."

And then she was on top of him, her luscious black lips smooching his neck, his face, his lips. She reached down and wrapped a hand around Devin's cock. Her touch felt like pure, delicious sin and blood raced down until Devin's manhood was rock-hard and throbbing.

How did they do it? Devin thought. How did they make you feel like they were the one thing you wanted more than anything else in the world, even after you knew the pleasures would likely kill you?

Then Nÿte steered him into her warm, wet sex and all other thoughts were blown away. It was less like sliding into a moist fleshy tunnel and more like plunging into a tub of warm soft putty... putty that was alive and in motion. Her sex squeezed up all around Devin's erection and formed lapping tongues to wriggle up and down his shaft. It bunched up around the base of his shaft in a muscular ring and sucked. And...

...well it started to get hazy at that point. Everything blurred into one overwhelming tide of sexual euphoria. Nÿte lay upon him, her big tits pressed against his chest, and sucked and kissed him up into some kind of sexual nirvana.

He thought he had nothing left. He thought Boo had drained all the cum out of his balls.

Nÿte found more.

Her sex packed tightly around him, tugged and pumped an orgasm right out of him. Not just one either. The first hadn't even subsided when her sex pulsed and Devin was shuddering in the throes of another climax.

It felt... unbelievable.

Black spots danced before Devin's eyes. His breath came out in short gasps, as though he'd just finished a sprint. His heart fluttered uncertainly against his ribcage.