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Devilish Manipulations

Chapter 1: Please Help Me

Well done neophyte. Congratulations on passing the training. If I may be so bold, I find you to be... interesting. How you ask? Well... you see... out of all the would be aspirants seeking a place at my table by my side, you have the most potential to be useful. Your instincts and guile inherited from your previous life have served you well and could create many opportunities for advancement within my ranks. Take heed though: While you may have my eye, you're not the first who I've gazed upon with such anticipation only to have my lofty praise lead them to their unfortunate deaths. Hmm? You say that you won't make the same mistakes as your predecessors? Ha... I truly thought that you'd never say that because now that gives me all the reason to give you the chance to prove it. I offer a wager, a bet if you will to see if you indeed won't go the way legions of others before you have. I will send you to the mortal world as you are now and armed with all the powers of a greater demon. You will be given weapons, armor, elixirs, and various powers with which you will conclusively demonstrate your mastery of the training. The rules are simple: Survive and thrive. Do this and you'll be given any position and any title you so choose within my realm. Fail me and your soul will be my nourishment. You accept? Excellent! Now, let me get you... Excuse me? You dare attach a stipulation? Aren't you a bold one. Fine, what is it neophyte? What is this new wrinkle you wish to add to the cloth? Interesting... intriguing. Very well, your condition is acceptable. Now go. Gather all that you require and set forth at once. Good hunting and good luck to you neophyte. I'll be eagerly awaiting your progress reports. Don't disappoint me.

The words of of my master echo in my mind as my vision that was once crystal clear was now blurry as a poorly rendered photo. They did tell me that being sent above could cause temporary blindness. On instinct, I hunker down on whatever surface I was on and wait for my sight to come back. As I sit on my haunches, I take in my unseen surroundings with my remaining four senses. The first thing I notice was that my feet were uneven and that they were crushing something thin and brittle. Wind picks up and I feel its cold touch on my exposed skin. However, it didn't sound like I was in the open for I heard rustling all around me and only gentle creaking above. The air smelled earthy. Given all that information, I knew that I was in a woods. Gradually my eyesight came back and I was proven right. I was between two large trees whose leaves I didn't recognize, standing on some old dead foliage. Peering up through the long branches, I could see the faintest rays of sun shining through. Judging by the angle and color, it was nearing sundown. That was good. Darkness is a welcome ally. No matter where I look though, I couldn't see civilization. No trails, no signs, no tire tracks, no footprints. I need to move, to find a place to hide and call my own. But first, I must take precautions. After taking a few more long looks through the trees, I reach into a small slit in my loincloth and pull out a black vial. This was the Elixir of Shadow that when imbibed would render the drinker invisible to the naked eye. I take off the stopper and quaff the whole thing in one gulp. It tastes like mold smells and nearly makes me retch. As the foul liquid went down my throat I could feel it lining my skin, giving it a slight sheen in the waning hours of the day. Washing my tongue all over my mouth did little to help the taste as I replace the cap and shove it back into the slit. It was now time to move and I rise up from the ground.

Then I hear it, the sound of a car coming. Though I was now incapable of being seen by humans, I instinctively duck behind the thickest tree trunk and try to determine where it was coming from. I delve into memories of my past life as I listen. It was moving slowly yet accelerated at certain points, making me realize that the path had to be winding, not a straight shot. It was getting closer and soon I was able to pinpoint the exact location. It was coming from my right at an angle. Seeing no clear path, I deduce that there had to be a road or some other means for it to come through here safely. There was no time to waste. Letting that vehicle get away without laying eyes on it was not an option. I move around the tree and hustle through the brush in the direction where the sound seemed to be going, keeping a clear eye for anything moving. My feet step on gnarled roots and small rocks, low branches catch my hair and graze my head and neck, but I feel no pain. I keep on going and going, hoping to head it off somehow. Movement on my right compels me to halt and crouch down. Seconds later I behold the glossy black paint of a van traveling down a well worn dirt path. It bucked like a sleepy bull as the tires hit uneven soil, kicking up clods the size of coins. The windows were heavily tinted, making it impossible for me to see the driver or passenger. As it passed my position I saw that there were no other windows along the side, just the solid metal frame. Two odd details showed up at the end when I could see the back tires. Long dangling mud flaps with bars of metal scraped the earth flat like a plow removing snow. It reminds me of the tricks that poachers would use when moving into and out of off limits hunting grounds. They would wait until the ground was soft, get their animals, and leave using those flaps to plane the soil as they went. True there might be some stray tire marks, but wild game, wind, and rain would take care of those. Then the icing on the cake was no license plate. My brow furrows. Maybe it was on the front and I missed seeing it?

The van continued to roll along the dirt trail and I take off after it, making sure to stay at least fifteen feet within the treeline as I did so. While being unseen is a potent advantage, it still has limitations. It cannot hide your shadow nor anything that may stick to your body like dirt or water. Your footprints will be visible too so take care to place your steps where it won't leave a mark. I take those words of my master to heart as I stalk the van like a wolf chasing down a languishing deer. I steady my breathing, the long months of conditioning clearing paying off. Yet the vehicle was slightly outpacing me and was now starting to vanish in the forest, the road having far less obstacles than mine working to my disadvantage. I refuse to accept defeat. I must going to find out where it was heading, even if I had to run all night and into the next day. After two more minutes of tailing, I could hear it slowing down. I slow down as well and take my time to move through the dense foliage. The door opens and shuts with a hard bang. Quickening my pace in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the driver, I surge onward while keeping an eye in front and the other at my feet. Wouldn't want a branch to snap at this point. Eventually I see a small clearing up ahead and I crouch walk up to a large rock. I take a deep breath and peer over the left side. It was a small two story cabin with a small stone chimney that looked as if it was taken from a postcard. The area in front of it was clear out to at least one hundred feet, the sun bathing it in reddish gold, casting long shadows along the road. Parked along the far left side was the van, driver nowhere to be seen unfortunately. What I did fortunately see were three cameras on the edges of the cabin rooftop. Though I was not in the best place to see the fourth edge, I assume that it would have a camera as well.

Never underestimate the technology that the humans possess. Though crude and inefficient, they can still pose a serious threat. Then the cameras moved on their own, panning more towards the left. Though I knew that cameras have the capacity to see in the dark and pick up heat signatures, I took the chance to observe them, starting a silent countdown to see when they would move again. Exactly on the twenty count they shifted their digital gaze right. I could not help but smile. There was a blind spot for only nine seconds. Piece of cake for me to run in and get under their viewing arc. I move a small bit to my left to scout out my angle, staying within the woods and mentally reciting the count. Navigating around I could now see the far corner of a shed in the back, the door wide open. From the gaping maw I could hear wood being stacked on something, but I couldn't see it happening. Remembering the chimney I surmise that the driver or someone else was gathering wood to chop for a fire. I need to find my way onto the roof or even out of sight of the cameras fast. I was wasting too much time. I need to go and go now. My legs tense, ready for a one hundred foot sprint. Swallowing hard, I wait for the next twenty count. At nineteen and three quarters, I burst forward and pump my arms hard to gain extra distance. The cameras moved slower than a tortoise, but they weren't directed at me. Fifty feet blow by and I'm making record time, the cameras still not fully panned. Then disaster struck. My foot slips on some wet fungus and I stumble, but didn't fall. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! The silent sentinels didn't care about my misfortune and continued to turn. With all my strength I threw myself forwards with gusto. I hit the ground softly and shoulder roll right up to the cabin, my nose mere inches from the wall. Whipping my head upwards the cameras had just moved past the blind spot.

Relieved that I had made it, I now had a different problem. Before settling down for the night, make doubly sure that you are alone. Explore every nook and cranny; for enemies are everywhere. Bearing in mind the positions of the cameras, I slowly get up and place my back against the wooden wall. To my right was a window and I lean forward a tad to see if I could see anything. I had expected shelves, curtains, or even a kitchen cabinet, but instead there was nothing but a blank pane of glass that reflected the world outside. I couldn't see the insides of the cabin at all. I automatically know why that is. That's one way glass, panes treated with a film of dense non transparent polymers making it impossible to see inside, but doesn't affect your ability to see out of them. What kind of place is this? Maybe I'm at a black site. Could explain the van having the flaps, tinted windows, and no license plate. If this isn't a black site, are they hiding something and if so, what? I need to know more. I wait until the cameras started panning again before quickly moving away from the wall and standing jumped up. My hands and fingers catch the edge of the roof and hold fast as I pull myself up. It was easy work and I did it with nary a sound. However, several sounds that weren't from me started teasing my ears. It was coming from the shed and I got on my stomach. Knowing where the sun was setting, I crawl in that direction so I myself wouldn't cast a shadow. As I got to the very edge, my ears start to pick apart the sounds. The sliding of something heavy along the grass, the jingle of keys or loose change in a pocket, quick but deliberate footsteps, and the tightening of rope. When I got close enough to peer out and down, my eyes just about popped out of my head.

It was a nun. A fucking nun with a mask over her face pulling a small sled piled with wood for chopping with her right hand and holding an ax over her left shoulder with the other. I blink once. I blink twice. I nearly feel the need to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. Yet here I was on top of a log cabin roof in the middle of nowhere watching a masked nun get ready to chop some firewood. It was a sight to behold and I couldn't take my eyes off the woman as she stops at the well worn woodcutting stump and swings the ax down with her left hand. It stuck like a dart in cork wood. As she moves to get the rope binding the wood untied, I notice that she moves with her left leg first and when she plants it down, something would jingle. With the sight of her swinging that ax with precision taken into account, it was plain to see that the woman was left handed. Rare, especially for a nun. But what religious sect would have their members of the cloth don masks? Clarity strikes me. If she was getting firewood cut up, the chimney flue would have to be open to air it out before starting it. I back up, my belly still flat on the shingles as I withdraw from the edge. Once I was comfortably far away enough, I get up and scamper to the stone chimney. I could tell that I wasn't going to fit as I was down the shaft as I straddled myself over the whole thing, but I had something for that. Recalling the multitude of spells I learned and the very few I deigned to bring with me as part of the wager, I settle on marn'zurax which allows me to alter my size in whatever dimensions I so choose. I cast the spell and shrink myself to the size of a fly within a heartbeat and simply fall down into the depths rump first. My vision to the sudden dark adjusts rapidly as the g forces pummel my body and I could see several spiderwebs lining the corners, their occupants waiting patiently for their next meal. Those poor things. They'll all be cooked alive very soon. I avoid them with ease for I did align myself for that possible scenario in mind. However, I soon start to tumble midair like a gymnast, my world spinning around and around. The light of the interior of the cabin grew larger and larger between my legs with every rotation as did the clods of tall white ash that looked like the teeth of some ancient predator coming up from the brick fireplace.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I fall onto one of them back first, sending ashes up into the air like a small geyser with the sound of a rain drop hitting a shag carpet. It jars my bones and most of my organs, but the impact wasn't as bad as I though it would be as the ashes acted as the perfect cushion, but I stay perfectly still as the ash cloud slowly came back down like snow in winter. I count to ten and slowly open my eyes. From my vantage point I could see or hear no one else in the room. Confident that I was alone, I wipe my mouth and exhale lightly as not to disturb any more ash. Scanning around I could see that my trajectory was more off center than I thought, my landing zone on the right hand side. Might have to work on that. The sound of the ax wielding nun splitting wood outside reaching even down here reminds me that I have to find a hiding spot for I could feel the pangs of my elixir slowly beginning to wear off. I take another deep breath and skirt the wall, making sure that my footprints were as close to the edge as possible. Once I was nearly at the foot of the fireplace, I take a quick peek at my surroundings. It was a large room with a tall ceiling and full hardwood floors. There was a tiny one person table with a single stool, a kitchen sink with cupboards above it, a mini fridge, a standing wardrobe, the front door, and a queen sized bed against the left corner. Remarkably spartan. There were three sets of windows and I wasn't perplexed that now I could see out of them inside the cabin when I couldn't do so outside. My hunch was right. Useful knowledge for later I hope. Then my eyes catch something interesting directly to my right. A set of wooden stairs descending from the ceiling all leading up to the attic. Perfect. I emerge from the shadows of the fireplace and tap the outside of my loincloth slit three times. Slithering like a snake was my Devoured, a rag imbued with a gluttonous soul that survives by absorbing all forms of matter that you tell it to. On occasion however, it does act on its on volition, making for some... interesting situations. It curves along my garment lapping up the ash. “Mind making your man clean honey?” I coo. Such a means of commanding this thing or even feminizing it is a bit unorthodox, but I personally see no harm in dirty talk with a willing ally who I simply feel is female. The shimmering crimson cloth wastes no time in moving all over my body, exploring every square inch for a tasty morsel. Though only the size of a typical hand towel, it moves with voracious intent, taking in all that it can with greedy delight. It glides over my skull, arms, chest, and legs, saving my lower torso for last. When it reaches under my loincloth I can feel it stroking my cock. I knew what it wanted. Semen from a incubus like myself is like ambrosia to entities like them. I moan as it lovingly uses its otherworldly fibers in an attempt to coax an orgasm out of me. I still fondly remember our little... sessions during the training which kept me from going insane. “Couldn't get enough of me during training huh babe? Still craving for my seed? Oh you are such a tease,” I whisper as it pleasures me, “but there some more important things we have to do. If you behave like the good girl I know you are, I'll give you some later.” Though it could not speak yet it could hear, I could tell that it was eager to obey and went back to its meal. When it was all done, Devoured instantly went back to whence it came without me saying a thing.

Now assured that I had nothing on my person that could let an enemy or human know that I was there, I end the spell and return to my normal size. Pain began to emanate from my stomach, telling me that the elixir was nearing its end. I ascend the stairs and see more sights that boggle my mind when I reach the upper floor. It was smaller than I thought it would be, but not to the point where it was cramped. A television sat on a computer desk with four screens on it. I instantly knew that those had to be what the cameras were picking up. It was black and white and had no sound which made me happy knowing that there was no way that I could've been detected. One of them showed the nun chopping away and she was nearly done. Also on the desk was an old walkie talkie sitting on an electric charger plugged into the wall. I remember using those in my past life. They were heavy, but they were reliable. Past that was a small bed with a mini fridge next to it humming away. Besides a steel folding chair against the far wall, it was just as bare as the downstairs. My brain did a few calculations and I was sure that I would be able to fit underneath the bed at a moments notice. A last agonizing jolt of torture in my guts made me wince. The elixir had run its course and now I was visible. I go to the bed and slide underneath. It was a tight pinch, but my estimates were right on the money. I made sure to position my body to where I could see the camera footage from the television. From there I could see that the nun had finished, leaving the wood on the sled as she went back to the shed with the ax. My mind races. Do I make this my demesne? Would make things pretty easy since this is a secluded location, but here is where the trail ends. Where does it begin? I may have to... persuade that nun into letting her be my bond. How should I do it? I really don't like the idea of using violence. That was so last millennium. Still... I might not have much of a choice in that matter.

Eyeing the monitor, the nun had reemerged from the shed sans ax and closed the door behind her. I expect her to come for the sled of firewood which she does and she pulls it around the cabin to the front. In the back of my mind I wonder how she was going to get all that up the stairs. When she stops, she reaches into her right pocket and pulls out a bit of rope. That's a smart woman right there, using that as a carrier. She loops it around the pile three times, pulls it taut, and twists it in her left hand, lifting the entire thing. And a strong woman too. That amount of wood right there is easily twenty pounds. I want her. With her other hand, she takes the sled and leans it against the wall right next to the door. Now free, the left exchanges the wood pile to the right and delves into the left pocket, pulling out a key ring that was so full that it looked like she was holding a porcupine. Despite the numerous pieces of metal in her hands, the fingers locate the one she wants and she slides it into the lock. The sound reaches my ears and I tense up as the nun enters the cabin. I didn't look at the footage playing on the display. I let my ears do the watching. She closes the door behind her gently and walks over to what I assume is the fireplace. The clunking of wood on the floor confirms my theory. Some of the logs are placed inside the hearth. Silence reigns for a brief moment before I faintly sense the striking of a match. I should've heard her grab kindling and toss it in right? Or was there kindling on the other side of the fireplace beforehand where I never looked? The crackling of fire can be heard now, but I never heard the nun move, probably watching the flames in case it went out. Shoes scuff the hardwood floor, letting me know that she was moving. The footsteps go away from the stairs and back to the door which is then opened and closed. Eyes flick over to the monitor on the desk. It took a few seconds but the nun came into frame and pauses looking at something for a time. Maybe the sunset?

She then starts moving to the van, the camera shifting as she walks like it was a scene in a movie. I watch her open the van doors and gesture violently, pointing inside then outside the vehicle. My interest is piqued and out from the back of the van comes a young woman, a school girl judging by what she was wearing. She tries to step on the ground, but her right leg buckles and she collapses, face contorted in pain. I was too far away to see any details, but the nun closes the van doors, picks her up by the left arm, and marches her toward the front door, oblivious to the young woman's plight. I hear the knob turn and the moment a sliver of an opening was made, I hear a woman crying the type of cry that made you uncomfortable, that made you feel like you had to do something to help them. But stay in place I did as I hear her mewl followed by a sickening thud on the floor. Did the nun just toss her in? The door closes and I hear a padlock being applied before being clicked, the sound making the young woman sob even more. Footsteps echo up the stairs, the nun paying no mind. Finally, I hear a sniffle and the words, “Sister?”

A shift in movement makes me envision the nun turning in place, regarding the woman. “Yes Xiang?” she asks in a voice that no human larynx could could make. It was confusing at first, but once I thought about it, I knew what it was. A voice changer? This is getting mysterious very quickly. A black van trying to hide its movements, a cabin the middle of the woods with cameras and windows that you can't see into, a nun with a mask, a school girl that has clearly been brought here against her will. What is all this adding up too? What the fuck did I get into?

“You do believe me, right?” Xiang presses, holding back her tears as best she can. “I never knew that I had more than what I was allowed. I truly didn't Sister.”

“I do believe you Xiang,” the nun replies, “but regardless of how I or the Nurse feels about your innocence, the Administrator's ruling is absolute. You are lucky that this is your first offense. Had this been the second... chances would've been high that you'd be expelled from the campus.” So from those statements that meant that the woman was a student at a school that this nun is an employee of that uses corporal punishment if a pupil misbehaves. Well that certainly narrows down where I am because there's no way a first world country would condone that practice. Unless... this is happening underneath their very noses. “This fire will not need tending, but if you are cold during the night there are more blankets in the wardrobe. If you're hungry, there are cans in the cupboard. They are all pull tops so you don't need a can opener. Beverages are in the fridge, utensils are in the far right cupboard. Place all your dirty dishes in the sink and rinse them off as best you can. Don't bother washing them. Someone will come to take care of them later after we leave tomorrow morning at eight sharp. I expect you to be up by then and ready to go. Any questions?”

“What if I need to use the bathroom?” Xiang inquires. That is a very good question because I don't remember seeing a door leading to one.

“Also inside the wardrobe will be a broom. Ram the butt of the handle into that spot there. That is where my bed is. I'm a light sleeper so I will hear it. I'll take you to the back of the shed where there's an outhouse. Now I know that you don't want to be here any more than I do, but I'm warning you Xiang. You make any trouble for me or try to run off, you will be expelled. Understand?” the nun answers menacingly.

“Yes Sister. I understand.” Xiang replies, accepting her horrible situation as best as she can.

“I'll now retire upstairs. Have a pleasant rest of your evening Xiang and goodnight.” the nun concludes. That phrase sends chills up my spine, but not for the reasons you may think. That woman was now going to come up the stairs, presumably pull them up, and lock that tiny door shut. I will be locked in here with her. If she finds me, I will have to do whatever is necessary. What is that you may ask? I'll let you think what 'necessary' implies. Her feet make the wood creak as she comes up. I clench my fists as her head pops through the tiny opening. The rest of her body soon follows and her hands pull the stairs up. The wheels slide within the rails and the entire flight is now on the floor in a neat pile. Again she takes out the keys, finds the right one within a second, and locks the hatch door. My eyes focus on her, watching her every move as she gets up and sighs, her voice changer making it sound like a dying world. “Of all the people in that fucking department, they had to choose me to drive some brat to the lodge.” the nun mutters under her breath. She walks over to the walkie talkie and presses the send stud with it still in the charger. “Lodge to office, come in. Repeat, lodge to office, come in. Over.” she calls out

“Lodge this is office speaking. Is the princess in her castle? Over.” a layered voice answers back.

“She is office and no issues with transport. Over.” the nun responds.

“Understood lodge. Keep an eye on her and inform us if anything changes. Office out.” the mysterious newcomer states. So she was ordered to do this. By whom? The nun lets go of the sending stud and makes her way to the bed. The nonexistent hairs on the back of neck stand on end as she sits down, the mattress sinking like a failed souffle as her shoes were inches from my fingers.

“You best be a good girl or else you're going be in such a world of trouble that not even God can get you out of it.” the nun warns to the screen that showed the outside. I heard her fish around in her pocket and suddenly a fifth screen appeared in the middle, showing Xiang on the bed face down. Given my position, it wasn't all that hard to place my ear on the hardwood and hear her sobbing. It was decision time for me. Do I make my move now? I can't make this a demesne without attracting the nun's attention. That spell requires me to radiate light. Though it can be very faint if I chose to, it would still visible. Plan A was out. It was time for Plan B. I close my eyes and concentrate on siphoning energy from the nun. You see, demons and angels do not require sustenance according to mortal definitions. They instead survive by absorbing the energies of humans when they are in close proximity or contact. And the nun was so close, she was practically touching me. The process is largely benign, taking only what is required to live. Mortals don't even notice that it's happening. They merely chalk it up to feeling tired or out of sorts. However, the siphon can be enhanced if desired to replenish spells, heal, or refill elixirs as they require much more. It can be pushed so much that you could actually kill someone. I don't wish to kill her. It would draw unnecessary attention. I think I'll make her so sleepy that she'll go and take a nap. That's exactly what I do, my body gathering all she had in store and more. I can feel the energy flow within my body, moving along channels that carried the precious essence to where it was needed the most. Soon, the nun above me started to yawn. It was working. Just a little bit more. “Cutting all that wood must have taken more out of me than I thought.” she remarks. “Guess it wouldn't hurt to take a quick cat nap.” Her feet come off the ground one by one and her shoes drop to the floor with a hollow clop. Rustling of sheets above me indicates that she was tucking herself in. Then came a series of ticks followed by, “Now that feels so much better.” The voice was natural, not garbled or distorted. She had taken off her mask. I watch as a hand stretches out and places the disguise on top of the mini fridge. After some more movement, the nun goes still. I stop the siphon and reach into my loincloth slit to produce another vial, this one filled with a white gas. This was the Elixir of Dreams that could induce deep sleep in humans for hours or even a day depending on the dosage. Twelve hours should suffice. Or should I go thirteen? She did say eight in the morning. Whatever, I'll go thirteen and modify it if needed. I angle my right hand holding the vial straight behind me towards my back so that it was close to where her head would be and flick open the stopper like a lighter. It made no sound and the gas started to emanate from the opening, curling up like smoke from a fire. I silently count down. When I reach five, I cap the vial and move out from under the bed carefully. Xiang was still downstairs and could possibly hear me.

Once free, I stand up and look at the nun. Judging by the look on her face, she was sleeping soundly without a care in the world. There was a beauty mark on her left eyelid and her skin was supple so I guess her age would be somewhere in her mid twenties. My attention then shifts to the mask and I pick it up. The eye holes were covered in the glass that the cabin windows were made of and the mouth slit was thin and narrow. Three clasps were arranged on either side of the face and the very top, making a triangle. Glancing behind me at the reposing woman, I see where they connect directly to her coif which ran down the sides of the face and was tucked into the collar of her robes. A white sash surrounded her neck. Turning it around, I see the voice changer affixed directly in front of the mouth piece. Seeing it made me marvel. There was no connecting wire, so it had to have it's own internal power supply which must have been quite efficient since the size of the device was as round and thick as a metal bottle cap. Real cutting edge technology. I place it back where I found it and walk gingerly over to the monitor. Xiang was now out of the bed and going to the mini fridge for something to drink. With the nun out of the way, all there was left to deal with was her. But first, I though it prudent to hide my tracks. Humans have a saying, 'Children should be seen and not heard'. This philosophy when taken further become a tremendous asset when it comes to hiding from their prying eyes and ever advancing technology. I tap my loincloth slit twice and a horde of small metallic spidersno bigger that a pin point storm out, their legs pricking my right side and arm. These are Obscured, creatures that roam in packs of hundreds or thousands once thought of as a pest in Hell, but that has now been seen in a different light. Recent experiments conclusively proved that they can when applied to electronics, act as a scrambler, virus, or tracking beacon. Like their name implies, their primary purpose is to alter digital images and records into whatever the user desires. They meld with the appropriate circuitry so completely when doing so that not even the best program could detect anything wrong. In short, no one will ever know that I was here. I extend my arm and lay my hand on the table, giving them a bridge. The tiny spiders clacked their way to the tiny openings in the back of the monitor, spreading around the entire device. Once the last one was out of sight, I look for a way to get downstairs without Xiang realizing it.

The door hatch was a no go. The sound of the wheels would alert her instantly. Maybe a crack in the floor? I scan the floorboards, getting on my hands and knees to help me get a better view. I scurry around like a rat before finally catching a break. A sliver of orange peeked out from under the desk at an angle that made me concerned, but a way down was a way down at the end of the day. I cast marn'zurax, but this time not over the opening, opting for the right side. This time, I'm much smaller, possibly no bigger than an ant. I walk over and notice close by a small piece of plastic that had escaped the dustpan. What incredible luck. I can use that as a makeshift parachute. Genius. I grab the plastic and run over to the hole in the floor. The surface was rough which allowed me a decent foothold. I slowly climb down to the edge and look down. Xiang was sitting on the bed drinking from a bottle in silence. She wasn't looking in my direction at all. Opportunity was knocking and I was going to answer the door. I jump holding the plastic close to my chest and not over my head. I had to fall much much further in order to make this work. Learning from my mistakes earlier, I dive headfirst and accelerate my descent. The floor got bigger and bigger until I throw my arms up and hold onto the scrap of plastic for dear life. Air got underneath it and I was jerked violently upwards, nearly shearing my arms off in the process. My grip proved greater and I slowly float down, my shoulders screaming in pain. There was no wind to carry me further in either direction, just my initial jump. I watch Xiang as she took another drink from the bottle and set it down on the floor. Her shoulders sag, her soul clearly crushed by what had happened to her. She then looks up at the wall at the head of the bed which makes me nervous. What was she looking at? I could see nothing, but Xiang's eyes were trained on a single spot. She swivels in place, puts her hands together, and bows her head.

“To whoever hears me out here, please help me. I don't care if you're a servant of God, the Devil, or otherwise. Please help me get out of this Hell. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be anywhere in this world but here. Please help me.” she prays. Now this I can use. Play the sympathetic savior while being the scheming scoundrel in disguise. I crunch numbers in my head and determine that the distance between the floor and my feet was my natural height. I let go of the parachute and end the spell at the same time. The effect worked at the speed of light and my feet were on the ground without making a bit of noise. Xiang was still preoccupied with her desperate plea for aid, holy or unholy, and I just couldn't help but pose in place to make my grand entrance all the more noble.

“You called?” I inquire. My sudden question makes her gasp and hurl herself into the corner out of surprise and fear. When she saw me, I saw for a moment sheer terror. Right before her was a creature that everyone said didn't exist. That it was a fairy tale, a myth, a legend, the nonsensical byproduct of an era that tried to hold on tooth and nail against the rising tides of challenges to the bastions of its faith. Yet here I was, standing ten feet away expecting an reply. “I heard your plea and I'm here to help you in whatever way I can.” I state. “On that, you have my word.” What a load of shit. The word of a demon is worth as much as a dead dog.

Xiang gazes upon me, cowering and trembling like a mouse cornered by a cat. When it came to height, I was sorely lacking. In life I was five eight if I wore boots, yet had a decent build due to many years of calisthenics and a proper diet. Nothing was out of proportion when it came to my face or the rest of me. In fact, you could probably describe it in one word: ordinary. That ended up be the fullest extent of my extant human form. My demonic visage was properly impressive. My skin was a deep blue that bordered on black and my eyes were dandelion yellow. Two small horns could be seen just above my bald pate. I was utterly naked save for the loincloth. As for Xiang, she was also pretty plain. I could tell by her eye shape and long dark hair that she was Asian. Could not tell how old she was. Asians are one of the select few peoples that look much younger than they are. Honestly makes me jealous. She wore a red blazer with a blue patch on the right arm that I couldn't see very well. Possibly an honor badge or the school insignia. A black ascot was around her neck, contrasting with a white button up undershirt. The skirt was black and hung below the knees with white stockings going down the legs and ending with shiny black shoes. As I regard her, Xiang stops shaking and the look of dread on her face melts away. She crawls to the very end of the bed, eyes never straying from mine. It made me blink. Not afraid anymore? She must have truly meant what she said. “Come here.” she instructs in a low voice. What is her game? Not that she can play one in that position. Regardless, I obey her wish and slowly walk to the end of the bed where she was. I come to a stop within arms reach of her and stare at her, wondering what she was going to do next. Suddenly, she hugs me tight with both arms fully around me. “Thank you.” Xiang croaks, tears coming back again. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Flabbergasted, all I could manage was holding her as tight as she did me. Her head was buried in my chest and I could feel the moisture leaking out of her eyes. With a moment to my thoughts, I realize that this woman was not just desperate because she wanted out of a bad situation, but full on broken to the point where it didn't matter who or what I was as long as I deliver her from what she was running away from. What could compel a human being to accept help from a demon that they know doesn't have their best interest in mind? Hold on... oh I know what to do. Just you wait. “I'm sorry it took so long.” I apologize while breaking the embrace. As she did the same, I took a gander at her hands and I could see bruising on the palms and the fringes of the fingers. Defense wounds. I make it a point to stare at them and ask with concern, “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“All over.” she answers with a sniffle, her right hand going for her right leg.

“If you can walk, come with me closer to the fire. I have something that may help.” I offer, moving around to her side to be ready to act as her crutch. Xiang nods, wiping her face with the sleeve of her blazer. I duck down under her left arm, wait until she loops her legs over the side of the bed, and instruct, “On the count of three, two, one, up.” On 'up' she gets up and I crouch down a tad to make it less uncomfortable for her. Then we walk to the fireplace. Xiang grunts in pain, but endures it. I sit her down gently and go to my loincloth slit not for an elixir, but for the sole salve that I took with me. It too was in a vial and was a viscous green gel. This was the Salve of Rejuvenation which greatly reduces pain and inflammation. It does however need to be applied directly to the site. “Does your leg hurt the most?” I inquire, gesturing to the limb. When she nods, I brandish the vial and say, “This will lessen your pain, but it won't do anything for your injuries. I need to apply it directly so respectfully, I need you to hike up your skirt and pull down your stocking please or it won't work.”

Without hesitation, Xiang did as I told her. I avert my gaze when she moves her skirt out of courtesy. I am trying to be the knight in shining armor here after all. It takes her a bit to pull down the stocking, but when she did I see the full extent of the damage. Long bars of black and blue crisscross her right leg to where you could almost play Tic-Tac-Toe. This was a beating alright. Someone really went to town with a baton or club. She won't be dancing anytime soon. In the meantime, I busy myself with getting the cap off and thinking about how much to give her. This formulation was made specifically for demons, not mortals. If I gave her too much, it would throw her into shock. For demons we apply as much as needed. For her... half a drop maybe? Risky. Very risky. I put my right index finger on the top of the vial and rim it, gathering the faintest coating. “You'll feel a cold sensation when it's applied and that feeling will spread. It will be intense so bear with it.” I state. Here goes nothing. I quickly yet gently graze my finger along the worse bruise on Xiang's right leg. The instant my flesh contacted hers, the salve began to work its magic, making her gasp.

“That's so cold!” she exclaims in a low voice, her body now shivering to the point where I saw goosebumps.

“It will go away soon.” I assure as I stopper the vial and place it back in the slit. I slide over behind her and hold her in my arms, using my own warmth to offset the chills running up and down her being. It felt like holding a washing machine during the rinse cycle and Xiang grips my wrists tight as she grits her teeth. All the while I watch to see if I accidentally gave her too much. A few tense seconds go by and eventually the throes of ices fade away and Xiang calms down.

She moves her right leg and her eyes grow several sizes. “The pain... it's gone.” she breathes.

“And not a moment too soon.” I quip, letting her go and shuffling off to her left side. “Another second later and you would've popped my arms out of their sockets with all that shivering.” I'll admit, it was a weak joke, but even in times like these you have to raise the mood somehow. Strangely, Xiang starts chuckling and I join in. “By the way,” I interrupt, doing my best not to laugh for more than that reason, “my name is Tomasz. What is yours?”

“Xiang.” the schoolgirl answers. She looks up at the small hatch where the nun now reposed on the second story and mentions, “We should stay quiet. The Sister could hear us.”

“I humbly doubt that.” I confidently proclaim. “I came from the road that led here and managed to squeeze my way into the attic after she escorted you into the cabin. When she got up there to me, I used my magic to put her into a deep sleep. She won't be waking up until the next morning by my reckoning.”

Xiang's eyes burn with action and she grabs me by the right arm and cries out, “Then there's not a moment to lose! Go up there and get her keys! Once we get out of this place we can use the van and go-”

I clap my right hand over hers, making her stop her rambling. I lean toward her and ask, “Go where Xiang? The road you came here on ends here. There is no other way through the woods unless you go back where you came from. And even if I did snag those keys, do you even know where you are?” She remains silent as I say that, making me know that she was just as much in the dark about her surroundings as I was. I add, “I certainly don't either. With nothing to guide us, how will we know we're going in the right direction? Sure we could snag the food and water and travel by foot, but when that salve wears off, you're not going anywhere fast.” I sigh and let my hand slip off of hers. “Xiang, you asked for help and I answered. I fully intend on doing so, but if I'm going to save you, I'm doing it all the way, the right way, the first time. Okay?” Xiang lets go of my arm and slowly turns her gaze to the crackling fire. I was a little harsh there, but facts are facts. I don't know where the fuck we are and neither does she. Running away now would cause more problems than solutions. “Please don't be angry with me.” I say.

That remark made her regard me with fear. “I'm not angry.” she blurts. “What you said makes perfect sense... even though I don't want it to.” Speaking of figuring out where we are. I stand up and walk towards the window looking out onto the porch. Xiang hisses, “What are you doing?! Get away from there! You could be seen!”

I ignore her and tap the pane with my left index finger, hearing it go ting. “This is one way glass.” I point out.

“How do you know that?” Xiang asks.

“Come over and see.” I advise. She gets up with ease, getting used to the reduced pain in her right leg surprisingly fast and inspects the window. I move off to the left and crane my neck. “If you look there, you'll see a thin rainbow colored line. That's the polymer that they coat the outside with. It prevents people from looking inside, but not you from looking outside.” I showcase.

Xiang moves this way and that and when she sees what I see she mutters, “I'll be damned. You're pretty smart.”

I hate being humble but I swallow my pride and admit, “Not any smarter than anyone else.” I make my way back to the fireplace and sit down. “By the way Xiang, I'm going to have to ask you some questions. Any bit of information you provide can be of help.” I express.

“Of course.” Xiang responds, coming over to the fireplace and sitting next to me. “What do you want to know?”

“That patch on your right arm. What does it mean?” I ask.

“That I'm a first year student at Coppelion University.” Xiang replies with pride.

Coppelion University... doesn't ring any bells. “What do they teach?” I press.

“Well,” Xiang began, really thinking about it, “I know that it does teach religion and how to live within the light of God. Other than that, anything you can imagine. From accounting to zoology and everything in between. From what I heard it all depends on the student.”

Fascinating, but concerning. “How many students are there right now?” I inquire.

“I was part of a two hundred and fifty person freshman class.” Xiang answers. “No clue how many upperclassmen there are since they keep us on the first floor.”

“First floor?” I wonder out loud. “How big is this campus?”

“Huge.” Xiang responds, swinging her arms out as wide as she can. “Acres wide and six stories tall. Biggest building I've ever seen and I grew up in southern China.”

“What do you study?” I ask.

“Theater.” Xiang answers. “I'm planning on being an actress in Hollywood after I graduate.”

How cute. I stare into the fire and think about the information she's given me so far. Pretty cut and dry stuff. That it caters to the major of the student was very odd to me. Are they selective in their enrollment? Taking a gamble on that, I inquire, “How did you get enrolled in Coppelion University?”

Xiang gets quiet and tucks her legs in so that her chin was resting on her knees. “To be honest, I really don't know. For as long as I remember, I was an orphan, one of many in Guangzhou. There was a full block of orphanages on the northern outskirts of the city which they named The Orphan Ward. They were very overcrowded and the money they got from the government wasn't even close to being enough to properly feed and clothe us. Thankfully, the caretakers were kind and patient, teaching us basic skills. One day when I was seven years old, my orphanage put on a play to raise funds, I've long since forgotten what it was, and I was in the lead role, Not because I was good at it but because I was girl. Quite a lot of people from the surrounding community showed up and I was scared to death, but I went out on that stage and sang, danced, and acted my heart out. It was a great success and we ran it again for the rest of the week. After every show ended, I was praised for how real and fluid my acting was. Everyone kept saying, 'You keep this up, someone its bound to adopt you and get you into a acting school. You'll be famous in no time.'. That motivated me to really push myself. I started reading books about how to do voices, how to act in different ways, how to get into a role, how to dance faster, how to train my body and voice. For two whole years I did this... and nobody came for me. I didn't lose heart and kept on moving forward. That determination paid off when I was just about to turn ten. Three men in nice suits, one of them holding a briefcase, came into the orphanage and met with the headmaster. They were in the office for fifteen minutes and when they came out, one of them held a piece of paper and called out my name. I went up to him and he knelt down and told me that he had adopted me. I was so happy I cried and all the other kids cheered and clapped. Then I noticed that the briefcase was missing and I asked him where it was. He smiled and replied that it was something that the headmaster forgot near a cafe.”

Yeah fucking right. I'll bet you all the money I ever made that they paid him off to cut through the red tape. Probably wasn't even a real adoption. There might not be records of it. “So then what happened?” I ask.

“The man was a widower and lived alone in a nice house in Beijing. He enrolled me in one of the best acting schools within a week. It was nice being there with him and he always asked me how I was doing and when I did really well, we would go on trips to the beach, go camping, take me to get togethers with his coworkers. It was wonderful. I loved every second of it.” Xiang recalls.

“How did school go?” I press, faking interest.

“It was hard at first. Very different from the orphanage. I was called a fatherless country bumpkin for a long time. When I got my feet under me, I excelled. There was nothing I couldn't do. My classmates and even the upperclassmen would sometimes beg me to teach them how to nail down a scene or how to do a certain dance move. I graduated at the top of my class and my adopted father was there to see me deliver my graduation speech. He took me out to my favorite restaurant where be gave me a surprise: a full scholarship to Coppelion University.” Xiang explains.

“And now you want out? Why?” I query.

Xiang lowers her legs and looks at me. Even though she didn't have to, she whispers, “When I got here a month ago, there were two hundred and fifty of us freshman like I said before. The classrooms were full and I had many friends. After two weeks, about a quarter of my class simply vanished. I heard some other classes were merged together and all the empty classrooms were converted to study chambers. Whenever anyone asked the Sister who taught us what happened, they said they couldn't talk about it due to privacy laws, but assured us that they were fine and were simply sent back home.”

I get that they can't talk about it, but this simply makes no sense academically speaking. This smells fishy. Something else had to be going on here. “And now for the really difficult question. What happened to you and why?” I ask. Xiang looks down at the floor averting my gaze. “I understand that you don't want to talk about it, but I need to know. Please.” I plead.

That did the trick and Xiang swallows hard and recollects, “I take medicine for a condition I have and I get new doses every fifteen days. I went to the Nurse and take my prescription that she gives me. Nothing unusual. After getting to my room and taking it out of the bag, I found another dose that was sticking to another. I had inadvertently taken more than I was allowed No sooner did I discover it, there was a knock on my door and there were two Sisters standing there. One asked if they could see my medicine. I showed them and when they found that extra dose, they told me to come with them to explain this to the Administrator. We piled into an elevator and went up to the sixth floor. The door opened and we walked down this narrow hallway. All the while, I'm scared. We come to these massive doors and they creak open. Inside was a luxurious office and sitting in a chair was the Administrator.”

Finally something critical. This Administrator must be the one calling all the shots. “Did you see their face?” I press, eager for a positive answer.

“No, they were masked like the Sisters. I was walked up and told to stand before the Administrator. They looked at me for a long time in silence while I squirmed in fear. They asked why I had an extra dose of medicine. I explained that it was stuck on another dose. The Administrator then rose from their seat and placed their hands behind their back. They stated that the Nurse also confirmed that it was probably the case, but regardless of it being a complete accident, stealing was against God's laws. If they allowed me to go unpunished, it would reflect badly on them and the reputation of the university. Suddenly, something was pulled over my face and I couldn't see anything. I tried to get it off but strong hands grabbed my arms and legs. I was crying out for help, but then I get...” Xiang conveys, but her resolve breaks towards the end and she goes silent, unable to go on any longer.

And here I thought my master was zero tolerance. I sigh and shake my head. “That's not right.” I affirm. “You were innocent. You shouldn't have been punished.”

“I'm scared to go back.” Xiang admits. “I don't know what will be there for me.”

Again, show the empathy and add a little resolve to the mix. I place my left hand on her shoulder and look her dead in her eyes. “Well whatever may be lying in wait for you, you won't have face it alone. I'll go back with you when they take you back to the school in the morning.” I assert.

Xiang smiles, but a thought quickly takes it away. “How will you do that?” she wonders.

“I have ways.” I state matter of factly with a wink. Speaking of ways, I was pulling a silent and unseen sneaky. Most tales and legends about incubi are total bunk, but there are a few that are rooted in fact. They say that they can seduce women and men even though they do nothing but enter their dreams as they sleep. This is quite true, at least to a small extent. We can't enter dreams at all. So how do we do it you ask? Our skin excretes tiny beads of pheromones that evaporate through our own body heat, turning into an invisible gas that is then inhaled by our mortal prey. These pheromones induce euphoria and sexual urges. The closer a human is, the more they take in. Some require a high dosage, and some not so much, but the constant biological bombardment always breaks through the walls of resistance. It is especially effective when in closed environments. Also a matter of note is that the process of evaporation accelerates at higher temperatures and I've been doing that since the start of this conversation while sitting near a roaring fire. Underhanded, yes. But I honestly don't give a fuck. By hook or by crook, getting what I want takes priority.

“If you don't mind,” Xiang begins, “is it alright if I ask you some questions?”

“Sure.” I reply. “What do you want to know?”

“I know that you're a demon and all, but you act like like an angel more than anything. You've been nothing but gentle when you should've been cruel. Why is that?” Xiang inquires.

In order to serve an unpalatable lie, you must season it with truth and never facts. I take a deep breath for dramatic effect and explain, “You won't find this in any version of the Bible, but what I'm telling you is true. Apparently there is a way for you to get a second chance to enter Heaven. Unfortunately, that means you have to not live within the light of God and die an unnatural death on consecrated ground. That was what happened to me. I was killed by a crazed gunman while attending mass in a church in my hometown of Plock, Poland.”

“Is that why you look the way you do?” Xiang presses. “Because you didn't live within the light of God?”

“Yes.” I admit. “I know you've heard of the phrase,'The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing mankind that he didn't exist', but in my personal opinion, my master's master's greatest achievement was catering to our forgetfulness. How one gets into Heaven relies on one thing and one thing only: Letting the light of God into your heart. Baptism, Communion, observing the holy days, attending mass, espousing and living the virtues and laws set forth by God and the Apostles, all fucking useless. You could be a living saint, but if you did not allow God in your being, you will not cross the Gates of Saint Peter. As time went by and the voices from the citadel of religion and faith were drowned out under the unending waves of science and reason, people forgot about that basic principle, and He exploited that. Now, far more good well meaning people are taken to Hell rather than Heaven.” I pause and hang my head in shame. “Xiang, whatever you do after I get you out of here, don't make the same mistake I did.” I conclude. And now for the clincher. Her attention has been riveted to my face. She's not looking at my right hand which has been in the shadows casting a little spell called kral'vorr'flaem which makes me control fire. It's rather simple and quite the source of entertainment at parties. I spy in the corner of my eye an ember that's just about ready to collapse into the ash pile underneath the blaze and flick it with a mental command right at Xiang. My body tenses as I see it coming and I yell, “Get down!” I throw my hand up palm out and fingers splayed. The burning debris stops in midair, the smoke curling around it like a meteor and I push it with my mind back into the fire. Xiang was already on the ground terrified at what she saw and relieved that I had saved her from getting burned. Plan successful. “You alright Xiang?” I ask.

Xiang sits back up and nods. “I'm fine. Thanks for-” she starts to say, but stops when she looks at my loincloth.

I know what she's looking at, but I feign stupidity and cock my eyebrow. “What's wrong?” I inquire, knowing but also doing my best to not know what's up in more ways than one.

“Your...” Xiang mentions, pointing at my crotch.

I look down and see that my member was at half mast and the bulge in the loincloth was quite evident. If only I could see my face as my eyes widen and my cheeks blush as I throw my hands over my engorged organ. “I'm very sorry!” I blurt, closing my eyes and looking away. “When a demon uses a spell without adequate preparation, parts of their body swell due to the aetheric overflow. Sometimes it affects the legs, arms, knees, elbows, even internal organs, but for me... well... yeah.” I knew I sold the embarrassment a tad hard, but at least it succeeds in making me look somewhat gentlemanly.

“I guess demons do have penises.” Xiang murmurs, still staring at my bump.

“Well of course they do.” I politely retort. “At least those that started out as human. I'm sure some new angels are the same way.”

“Say, you mind letting me see it?” Xiang asks, her eyes staring into mine as she creeps closer.

“Listen Xiang, we did just meet-” I open, milking the shame for all it was worth, but she gets on her stomach and positions her head on my leg, inches away from my hidden erection.

“I'm just curious.” Xiang giggles, laughing at my current emotional state. “I promise not to do anything okay?”

While it may be just a loincloth to her, that piece of fabric contains everything I took with me. Losing it would be as close to a death sentence a demon like me can get. I'm not just going to take it off. So I opt for the alternative. I grip the front and back of the of the loincloth with either hand and turn it like a steering wheel. While it was quite snug, it moves fairly well revealing my cock. “Here it is.” I announce in uneasy voice.

Xiang marvels at it and mutters, “Wow... that's... wow. Does it g-”

“Go down eventually, yes.” I interrupt. “It shouldn't take too long.”

Then Xiang reaches out with her right hand and takes a hold of my shaft. The thing twitches in her grasp, the feeling of woman's hand around it after so long too much to bear. “Would you like me to help you with that?” she inquires, though it sounded more like plea.

And this ladies and gentlemen is how you get your hands in the cookie jar. All it needs now is a little milk. “Sure.” I breathe. Xiang's hand wastes no time, the thumb moving up to the edge of my glans and slowly feeling that area from left to right. The other digits aren't idle and move in all directions, stimulating my shaft and cock lips. The feeling was intoxicating, but watching her do it so effortlessly was breathtaking. My penis quickly grows larger as I get more aroused. The woman regards the natural function and smiles, knowing that I was enjoying it. She takes her hand away and moves in with her face, sticking out her tongue. The tip licks the underside of my member, sending electricity all through my body. I nearly close my legs out of reflex, but I hold on. Barely. Her tongue continues to lick, exploring all around my shaft, her saliva the perfect medium to let it glide. Then a kiss at the base and two lips moving along with the tongue go up an inch, stop, and repeat, generating expectation. Oh how I want to shove my cock in her mouth and fuck her face, but I allow her playfulness to persist. In time, she reaches the tip, the pinnacle of my manhood, or demonhood in this case. Xiang kisses, licks, and sucks the sensitive skin making me moan and I lean my head back for a long moment as the ecstasy proves too much to handle. I could feel precum leaking out, the precursor of greater things. She must have saw it for she licks the tip clean, tasting the forerunners of my seed.

My breathing gets faster, my heart rate soars, and my urge to take control intensifies. It wouldn't hurt to lose control right now would it? She wants it, I want it. A voice raises its volume within my mind. Let it all go and fuck her rotten. Fuck her until she screams your name to the stars. Rut her until her vagina is a perfect mold for your dick. Make her want no other but you. Suddenly, the teasing stops and I look back down, panting a tad. There she is looking at me with those dark brown eyes of hers with a face that seems to ask, 'Do you want it?'. I just nod and Xiang opens her mouth to take me in. I feel her lips first, the twin door greeters. They caress my shaft as deeper and deeper I am led. Next comes the tongue, the red carpet that tickles every fancy, making you want to venture on, its texture hitting every sweet spot. My glans gently glances off the roof of her mouth, the different sensation not disagreeable in the least. She continues to take me, moving further and further down my shaft. I'm melting long before she finally stops and slowly withdraws. By the time she gets back to the tip, I'm at wits end. Xiang smiles and then proceeds to blow me proper, rhythmically bobbing her head up and down. I'm no virgin and I've had plenty of blow jobs back in the day. Some women I've known could blow so well that they'd make Chernobyl look like a ruined orgasm. This. Was. Different. The motion, the lack of teeth against my shaft, the tongue.... Oh fucking Christ the tongue... it actually moved around instead of being this stationary player, and the lips curled when Xiang moved her head away. It was perfect fellatio and I was getting it, the best blow I ever had in either of my lives. Small streams of saliva trickle from the edges of her mouth and slide down my shaft, running along the curvature of my balls. The sounds of her mouth add to the scene. The dam of silence bursts and I force out, “Fuck.” My legs tremble as the desire slowly started to win. I felt like Atlas holding up the globe, except I didn't have a Hercules to pawn this off on. Not that I would want to. I'm enjoying this. This woman is going for the gusto. No. No. It can't end with me shooting my shot like this. Need to slow this down. “Xiang,” I pant as I resist the urge to orgasm, “let me take you to bed.”

Xiang pulls back, savoring every square inch of my organ until it came out of her mouth with a small pop. She came up from her stomach and turns her head to look at me, but before she could say anything, I lean in quick and give her a kiss on the lips. She reciprocates by sticking out her tongue, seeking mine to coil around and tease. I could taste myself, that salty yet bittersweet flavor. There we sat by the fire, entangled with passion so hot that it made the flames seem cold. Xiang breaks the lip lock and coos, “Lead on.” I get up slow, maneuvering my pelvis so that my dick wouldn't hit her face. I reach out with my right hand and she takes it with her left. I lift her up and gaze into her eyes lovingly before I take her with me to the bed. My cock twitches with excitement, practically urging me to go faster. Now now. You'll have your fun in due time. Closer and closer we get, but three feet from victory lane her hand slips from mine, making me glance back at her. Xiang takes a small step back and slowly starts to unbutton her blazer. I sit down on the edge of the bed, watching the spectacle. She takes her time, going button by button until it's off, letting if fall to the floor. Then it's the ascot, a simple tug at the knot and a long seductive drag down her white undershirt. This wasn't a striptease; this was fucking theater. No wasted movements, the poses picture perfect, and the furtive flick of the eyes keep my attention rooted on her. Guess there was a reason why she graduated at the top of her class. Seconds tick by, but I don't care. I'm enraptured by this woman. Soon all there was left were the stockings, panties, and bra, the latter two black as the night. Xiang carefully rolls the left stocking down to her knee. Then with one hand on the toe of the hose, she sent her leg up and up until it was straight up into the air, the stocking coming off in her hand completely. As she does the same thing with the other, I'm sitting on the bed completely rethinking my initial thoughts about her. Don't get me wrong, she was still a plain Jane, but when silhouetted against the flickering firelight, vulnerable yet strong, that woman became a goddess.

Now in nothing but her undergarments, Xiang advances, making a beeline for me. Within three heartbeats, her left leg was between both of mine. With the other, she swung it over my right while placing her hands on my shoulders. Then the left is swung, leaving her straddling halfway up my lap. Her hands move to my back and she slides along my legs until her stomach and crotch meet my cock, the tip almost kissing her navel. Looking down at her bra and then at me, she asks, “Care to help me out?” Gladly. With the tips of my fingers, I move the straps off her shoulders, feeling them tingle as they run along her skin. With that done I move to the clasp in the back. While challenging for most men, I'm not most men. With deft ease honed by many years of practice, I unhook the clasp fully with one motion, the bra coming down her arms and revealing her breasts. Her reaction was priceless. Must not be used to a man who knows what he's doing Don't worry. I'll make you used to me. I take a hold of both straps and pull them along her arms. Xiang lets go of me as the garment is free from her being and I toss it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Now exposed, I can now gaze upon her chest. They are nice handfuls, perfect for my palms and lips. I place my hands on them, my thumbs rim her areolas and tease the edges of her nipples. She moans as my hands explore around, touching her breastbone, circling the underside, and moving my fingers up to her throat and around to the nape of her neck. She becomes slightly limp as I caress her back. As I get to her rump, the moans get louder and the hips move against my dick. Ah... so that's your sweet spot Xiang. I keep them right there as I kiss her neck and move with the speed of a sloth down to her shoulders, then chest, and then right around the nipples before taking the left one in my mouth. Her legs tighten their hold around my waist as my tongue flicks the teat and my teeth playfully give it a bite. I attend to the right tit in due time. She's panting hard and I could feel moisture against my member, the nectar of her flower leaking through her panties.

It's time to really get her excited. I take her in my arms and gently swing both of us onto the bed. I don't end up on her, just off to the left, which was my intention. I still have one more thing I'd like to do before enjoying the fruits of my labors. I scoot down and start kissing and licking her stomach and her sides, moving down to the underwear. Xiang unconsciously closes her legs, the pleasure driving her insane. I part them as Moses did the Red Sea and I regard the black panties, especially the wet spot that was getting larger by the second. I pull them off with reverence, a long strand of moisture coming off like cheese from a slice of pizza. She was wet, the firelight making every drop shine like a diamond. Once off, I toss them to the side, the black fabric hitting with a bit more force than everything else. Her vagina was glistening and had a little bit of hair, a nice well kept strip. With my hands at her thighs, I keep her legs parted as I kiss the inner parts of them. Xiang's breathing gets harder now, my lips driving her crazy. Closer and closer I get to her cunt, inhaling the aroma of female arousal. In the corner of my eyes, she's bracing for it, one hand on her breasts and the other holding onto the headboard for dear life. She's watching me, the eyes begging me to eat her out. Thankfully for her, I'm very hungry. I begin slow, my tongue moves along the edges of her lips, lapping up the excretions like a cat would milk. Then I move along the crown, dipping oh so close to the bead. Suddenly I strike and violently lash out with my tongue at her entrance and bead with the ferocity of a shark. Xiang gasps and her back arches up, taking me with her but my feeding frenzy continues without mercy. Her pants now have audible sound attached and her hands smack into the back of my head with a meaty clap, pushing me down. I oblige by running my tongue up her maidenhood. The legs do their best to close, to lock me in place to keep the pleasure going, but my strength far surpassed hers. More nectar ekes out her opening which I devour wholesale. “Fuck! Fuck!” she cries out. “Please don't stop! Don't stop! Keep going!” I can tell that she's ready to burst and I keep doing what I'm doing. I change nothing at all. Trembling starts and her voice goes up a few octaves. Her hour had come. Just a little bit more. Then with a bellow that sounds like it came from a lioness in heat, I feel her orgasm, the shuddering shivering tremors of a job well done.

Once the throes finished, she takes her hands off the back of my head and pants, trying to catch her breath. Not so fast woman. You wished to take care of my cock and take care of it you shall. Licking my lips I shiftmy pelvis closer to hers, preparing for entry. Xiang sees me and takes a hold of my member with her left hand, jerking it. I lean in close to her face, letting her smell herself on my breath, and I query, “Ready for round two?”

“Make love to me Tomasz.” she utters in a low voice, her desire barely held in check. With my right hand I take my organ and place it at the front of her cunt. I move it up and down, lubing up the glans with her juices. Once I have it to my liking, I thread the needle. Her walls feel like warm silk as they allow me passage, my shaft filling it up. Xiang inhales with ecstasy as she feels me going above and beyond her usual boundaries. I moan as well, the feeling of an actual vagina after spending close to a year of training with nothing but Devoured to satisfy me most welcome.

Once I'm fully in, I look down at her and mention, “Sorry. It's been a while for me.” Her pussy tightens around my member, letting me know that it was the same for her too. I take my hands, lace my fingers with hers, and lean down while taking them above her head. She was now utterly pinned with no way to get away from the fucking that I was going to give her. I kiss her while I begin to thrust in and out of her flower. Her muffled moans as our tongues joust was music to my ears. My hips move in tandem with hers, the driving impacts getting a touch louder. The bed creaks as we make love, the legs scraping the floorboards. I decide to be nice and let her arms free and she took that opportunity to wrap them around my chest, her hands finding purchase on my back. I also lean back, our lips parting. Her tongue sticks out, begging for mine to come back, a thin strand of saliva coming off the disengagement and landing on her breasts that jiggled as I lay into her. Xiang's gasps turn into yelps as I pleasure her incessantly, my hands now on her hips to steady my thrusts. My penis twitches as her insides caress and suck me back in as it withdrew for another advance like it didn't want me leave. And I won't leave. This is home for my cock. Your soul may belong to whomever, but your body is mine to do with as I please for the rest of your life. In fact, I've found your internal sweet spot right... about... there.

As if to agree, Xiang pants forcefully, “Oh fuck Tomasz! God you're so deep! I'm almost cumming again!”

I was getting to that point myself, but I want to make it last a bit longer so I move my hands under her rump and lift her lower body off the bed with me sitting down. I don't move anymore and instead use my arms to move her up and down my shaft like a fuck doll. It also made my glans intensely rub her sensitive areas nonstop, driving her wild. The feeling of pleasure dulls a bit, but it was still there driving me to the ultimate conclusion. “I'm getting close!” I hiss through gritted teeth. “You want it in or out?!”

“I'm safe!” Xiang replies. “Give me every last drop! Let me feel you Tomasz!” My organ starts twitching more rapidly as my load bubbles in my balls, eating away at the gates separating it and its intended purpose. One by one they fell and I could feel the inexorable march of my semen. I put my hips into it now, the coming joy of sweet release overriding my brain. Soon it was there, right at the point of no return. She was trembling as her second discharge was a second away from reaching critical mass. I couldn't hold it back any longer and grunt loudly as I ejaculate thick ropes of cum into her cunt. Xiang shivers and yells as her shot was fired, the vaginal walls clamping down on my cock as I continue to pump my seed out. Once, twice, thrice, and a fourth twitch come in rapid succession, each time sending a torrent of jizz into her womb. Nothing more came out and I gently set her down, my still hard cock slipping out of her. It left the warm confines with a flick, sending tiny pearls of sperm onto her lower abdomen. We do nothing as we take stock of ourselves, breathing heavily. My cum starts to leak out of her maidenhood, a milky white waterfall cascading down her walls, across the taint, rimming her asshole, and settling in a pool on the sheets. I sit on my haunches and close my eyes. Now that was a fuck and a half. Took quite a bit of her energy though, but that's the cost of doing business with an incubus.

Then I felt warmth on my penis once more. I whip my head down and Xiang was on her hands and knees giving me head, using her mouth to clean me up after the lovely mess we made. That's right. Taste my seed. Lap it up like a dog. Savor every last drop. Don't worry though. I've got plenty more where that came from. An incubus regenerates sperm rapidly and its member can be hard for as long as it wishes. She does a good job and even uses her fingers and hand to coax out any stragglers. Whoever you are that made her this way, hats off to you. Once she finishes, she strokes me and gazes at my balls. “Still so hard and so full.” she observes. Then she looks up at me and states, “Guess my job is still not done.” With a smile and wink, she turns around, presenting her rear end, her vagina still spilling my semen, dropping on the sheets or running down either leg. My cock twitches, eager to revisit its old stomping grounds. My hands take hold of both buttocks and squeeze. She groans as I shift my grip and pull them apart, revealing her brown eye to me and parting her already loose pussy flaps that much more. Now I take hold of her hips and slide closer over the sheets toward her waiting opening. I don't even need to guide myself in manually as my cock aligns perfectly with her vagina and slips back in. She trembles as the familiar shape of my dick reacquaints itself.

With me still in her, I cross my arms over her chest, lean in, and whisper in her left ear, “Miss me?” Xiang opens her mouth to say something, but I start thrusting. Her words fade into moans and pants as I rut her again. My hips make her ass ripple like water and it was majestic to behold. I was deep inside her courtesy of my position affording me greater penetration. I could feel her flower emit more juices, mingling with whatever was left of my last load to create more natural lube. I feel like an animal taking his first female, the rush of adrenaline, the frenzied hip movements, the white knuckle grip. It made me feel powerful having this woman writhing in rapture from my cock. I uncross my arms and place my right hand on her hip with my thumb making circles on her ass while I loop the other around her hip and start fingering her bead as I fuck her. Her gasp was so loud that that it not been for my spell locking the Sister upstairs in a deep slumber, it would've woke her up from the shed.

“Oh my God!” Xiang screams, slamming her hips into mine. “You are amazing! Don't stop!” With pleasure. I go faster, my breathing becoming ragged as I drive my shaft in and out like an engine piston. My ecstasy is growing and growing, making me feel another round of cum getting loaded up. Her legs and arms fail her and she falls to the bed. I see it happen in slow motion. My hands get free and I follow her down, my member dragged along by the sheer strength of her vagina walls not allowing him freedom. I don't land on top of her, my own body righting itself through will and calisthenics training. She grabs a hold of the bars of the headboard panting like she'd ran a marathon. Oh we're not even close to the finish line my dear. I gently lay down on top of her and keep making love to her, my hands on the top of the headboard, the position tightening her pussy even more. I can't help but grin with relish as the potency of her vagina started to make me build up my orgasm that much faster. The headboard swayed with our movements, creaking so loudly that I was worried that it be torn off. I start slowing down a tad, trying to make the moment last, but when nature calls, that call is answered whether you like it or not.

“I'm cumming again!” I blurt out. “Fuck!” Several thrusts later and I fire more cum into her. The feeling was so euphoric that I dug my fingers into the wood so hard that I was sure that I cracked the damn thing. As I fill her up for the second time, I could feel my balls twitch against her ass, working overtime to replenish the stock of semen. I don't think I need to go any further with this. She's practically lying motionless, the heaving of her back as she breathed the only indication that she was still alive. I pull out thinking that I had emptied fully, but the body, demon or human, can trick you quite easily. The moment I extract myself, my organ convulses and sent a long stream of jizz onto her back and rump. Whoops. I'm sorry, but not sorry. I lie down on my back, look at the ceiling, and watch the shadows caused by the fire dance this way and that. I slow my breathing and concentrate on getting my raging boner under control. Let's tuck it in for the night big boy. We've had enough fun. Xiang stirs from her stupor and looks at me with hungry eyes. Are you fucking shitting me right now? I just about blew her back out and she's still thirsty for me? Fucking hell, she must have needed this more that I did. She crawls to me, my seed getting ground into the sheets, making it look like a snail trail. “You still want more?” I inquire with a raised eyebrow.

She responds not with words but deeds, extending her tongue and licking the base of my penis. “I want to cum again.” she declares as she cleans me again. “Just one more.” Xiang notices that I had lost a bit of my erection and begs, “Please make me cum again.” How can I refuse such a cum drunk face like that? Slowly the rigidity returns and she expresses her thanks by continuing to move her tongue up the shaft and around the glans.

“How do you want it?” I query, watching her suck on the tip of my cock.

“Don't worry about it.” Xiang assures, standing up on her knees. “I'll take care of you this time.” She takes two lunging steps forwards on her knees and aligns herself over my member. I see now. She's going to ride me. Better hold on cowgirl because this ride is going to be rough. Once she was over me, she takes a hold of my shaft and sets herself down with the grace of a ballerina. It glides in effortlessly and I silently congratulate my girth and length for making all that possible. Oddly, Xiang restrains her expressions of pleasure, focusing instead on her position. A switch was flipped somewhere in her mind. I know that process well. When you encounter a situation that requires specific actions, it's not enough to simply alter your behavior. You have to reshape your thinking and your reactions. Right now, all she cares about is getting off. My role here is to facilitate that, nothing more or less. Never thought I'd see the day where someone like her dictates terms to someone like me, but there's a first time for everything. Truth be told, I find that sexy as hell. “Grab my ass.” she demands, coiling her legs around mine so that she wouldn't buck off. “And don't you dare cum before I do.” Oh don't worry your pretty head about that darling. I promise not to whip my cream before your dams burst. I obey with a willingness that would make a religious fanatic look doubtful, both my palms clasping her ass cheeks with gusto, my fingers lightly graze the skin and explore around her anus. Xiang goes right to work, gyrating her hips in all directions so that my penis could hit all her spots while still stimulating me in turn. Her pussy became a blender, every twist and turn renders my senses bare to sensuality. I watch this dance lying down, her hair sways this way and that, her breasts swing in time with her pelvis, and the moans and pants merge as one with mine . It was an Oscar worthy performance and I want nothing more than to sit up and take her in my arms.

Yet lay still I did, but one of my fingers forgot the memo. My right middle finger decides to be a bit adventurous and manages to navigate a clandestine path to Xiang's downstairs to where it was right at the exit door. She knows and glances behind her, seeing all. I rim the outside gently, trying to speak the magic words that would open the gates. Her movements get faster. A silent invitation perhaps? Well, if you're asking for it, fuck it. I flip the bird in the most sexual way I've ever done and the digit up to the second knuckle disappears up her asshole. Her gasp was so intense that it sounds like she'd just came up for air. I finger bang that area with the same tenacity as I would a vagina and it drives her feral. He anus is tight as one should expect, but the sphincters loosened up so rapidly that I really wondered if her anal virginity was intact. She yells as she continues to ride, “Tomasz! Tomasz!” Have to admit that I was quite proud of myself. First time ever doing that with a woman in either life. Should add another finger? Hmm... maybe for next time. And there will a next time and another after that. Her walls pulsate. She was getting to where she wants to be and she ramps up the intensity. “I'm so close!” she whimpers. “So close!” I wasn't that far off, but judging from afar, she'd cross the finish line before I would. Nice guys finish last after all. I pump up with my hips and drive my cock deeper into her erogenous zone. Within three thrusts, it was all she wrote. She throws herself back howling like a banshee, her spine curves so much that I thought it would break, legs and hips shake like Jello from the orgasm. Had I not sat up as fast as I did, my dick would've probably snapped in half. Her bosom heaves into mine as she grabs and holds me tight. I reciprocate and hold her close, my cock still embedded in her flower. I don't use my dirty hand as that would've plain rude and disgusting. I may be a demon, but even I have standards.

“You okay?” I whisper, carefully leaning back onto the bed.

Xiang pants for a bit more before answering, “That... was... unreal. No one has ever stuck their finger up my ass or made me cum that hard.” She looks at me and gives me a kiss as she dismounts my organ which by now had started to go flaccid. Once she was completely off me for the first time since... a while, she grimaces as her arm touched cold semen and pussy juice. “I really don't want to be that unfortunate Sister who has to clean these sheets.” she remarks with a weak smirk as her breathing starts to go back to normal.

“I got just the thing.” I affirm as I reach for the loincloth slit. Before I tap it three times, I advise, “Please don't freak out.” Three taps later and Devoured emerges, eager and more than willing to go ham cheese and turkey with an extra pickle on the side on the aftermath of our lovemaking.

Xiang's eyes widen as she gazes at an inanimate object that was being animated by powers that she didn't understand. “What the hell is that thing?!” she cries.

“Oh that's Devoured.” I calmly explain, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It's a very useful thing that us lesser demons have on us at all times. What it does is eat anything that could compromise our location.”

She watches as the crimson cloth jumps on a pile of cum and sucks it up, leaving nothing but a dry pristine sheet underneath it. “What do you mean by that?” she asks, clearly not totally convinced.

“Like water, mud, dirt, other sorts of... fluids.” I clarify. “I had to use it after falling down the chimney and landing in that ash pile while the Sister was outside chopping wood. I was covered from head to toe. Looked like a confectionery sugar stick. I made it come out and it cleaned me up so that I wouldn't track ash all over the place.”

“That crawled all over you?” she inquires, seeing it swallow up the puddle her arm touched.

I could tell by her voice that she was calming down somewhat so I say, “I'll admit that it does take getting used to, but it's fine.” Devoured had finished up the bed entirely during our little conversation and was now venturing to my stink finger. It coils around it like a silk band-aid and rides up the digit like a corkscrew in reverse. It uses its edges to get underneath my fingernail and it left my index finger clean as a whistle without a hint of excrement to boot. Then it slithers down my chest. If it had eyes, they would be glaring a hole through my cock. It attacked it like a snake would its prey, wrapping around my penis and rhythmically rubbing the whole thing, taking its time to make sure that the job was done right. Going the extra mile, a thin thread of its being traveled into my cock, burrowing all the way down to clear the chamber. I did my best to not get hard again, but I'm only a demon after all.

“What does it feel like?” Xiang asks, now getting genuinely curious.

“That's something you're going to have to find out yourself.” I reply as my servant loosened its grip. She eyes the otherworldly thing as it gingerly made its way to her lower back. When it touched her skin, I saw her tense up, but then relax as she mutters, “Oh... it's like a massage. That's not too bad.” Oh just you wait you dear sweet summer child. You're going to feel a lot more than just a massage. Making quick work of my little happy accident, it crawls onto her lower abdomen and slurps up the now crusty dried cum near her navel and happy trail. Xiang was starting to get used to Devoured, but then the cloth attaches itself wholesale to her lady parts and starts to go to town, sinking into every crevasse in order to obtain sustenance. Her mouth opens wide as the silky smooth texture went deep within her. “Whoa!” she gasps, wiggling with more pleasure. “It's so deep! And- Oh fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!” Take your time babe. I'm enjoying the show. Eventually all must end, and Devoured ran out of things to eat, leaving the mind blown Xiang where she laid.

“And that is that.” I announce, watching Devoured return to the slit. It pauses before the entrance and turns to me. I'm not going to forget my promise my pet. The next load is all yours. I give it a nice little love tap on the rump, or at least what it think is the rump, and it crawls back through the slit. I fake a yawn and look out the window. It was pitch black out, but I could see just as well in the dark as I could in the light. Three deer were eating grass, doing their best to get a late night snack. “Let's get some sleep. And I'll make sure to wake you up early so that they won't catch us like this when they come to get you.” I instruct.

“Okay.” Xiang agrees, gives me a kiss on the lips, and gets under the covers. “Sweet dreams.”

I tuck myself in and reply, “I already have one right beside me.” She smiles and we embrace, her head on my chest. Closing her eyes, she begins the process of drifting off to sleep. Us demons don't need sleep, but we can if the situation requires it. That also begged a question: How long has it been since I slept? I don't remember getting a second of shuteye during training. Will I even know how to sleep after so long? Well, here goes nothing. I close my eyes and steady my breathing, feeling Xiang's naked body next to mine. Soon... all is... black.