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A 20s-something woman frantically paces around in her bedroom.
"Why? Why? WHY?!"
She screams into a pillow.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!"
This riled up woman's name is Beth. She looks like your average girl: fair skin, short, somewhat shaggy dark hair on her head, thick glasses over her eyes. Her height of 5'2", as well as the slight chubbiness on her face and on her belly have granted her an eternally youthful-looking appearance.
She is also, unfortunately, very prone to worry and being dramatic. Recently, Beth had scored a match on a queer dating app and the date is now under 24 hours away.
Normally Beth would be thrilled to land a hookup, especially with her date listed as being a tall bronze goddess, but alas she had missed one key aspect written a little further down on her prospective date's profile, which she only noticed when she finally re-read it over again more closely. So, right now, she's freaking out and rambling to herself after stumbling upon this revelation.
She also has no idea that she's secretly being watched.
Hidden deep in the shadows, slipped into the dark crevices out of Beth's sights, something quietly watches her every move.
That very something... is a demon. However, despite its title its appearance currently resembles no more than a black shadowy blob, with the only colour on it being its glowing yellow eyes and the white sharp teeth if it were to grin. The creature is a shapeshifter and has no actual 'true' physical form, yet using "she/her" feels most appropriate for herself when in the human world.
She's most intrigued by the female form, female humans who are also intrigued by the female form unknowingly draw her close. Queer humans in general, to her, are such fascinating creatures to study, to watch... even to sometimes assist, whether they want it or not.
(Hey, when you've lived as long as I have, you're bound to have gained plenty of knowledge about this sort of stuff!)
The demon shakes her head pitifully as she watches the pyjama-clad petite human anxiously rant.
"She claims that she's a 'Pillow Princess'? Seriously? Aren't all lesbians by default switches? I mean, isn't that just human nature to be versatile, even– no, ESPECIALLY during sex?" Beth asks out loud to what she thinks is herself as she paces around in enough circles to burn a hole through the floor.
The demon isn't so sure how to exactly tell her...
"Although saying that I've never... topped before myself. What if I suck at it and she just laughs at me? Or worse what if I accidentally cut her and send her to hospital? No, I mean, that's silly, but still..." Beth mumbles as she rocks back-and-forth on her bed, sitting upright in a curled position.
The observing demon metaphorically scratches her head.
"You can still get STDs? Oh, my God... you can even get HIV?! From eating coochie?? Ugh, all that porn just makes it all look soooo easy... how can those unprotected actresses possibly stand all of that routine testing? Brr..." Beth whimpers as she sits in front of her computer, blankly staring at the medical information on the screen.
The demon rubs what would be her chin with a whisp of smoke like an index finger.
"Should I just cancel? Oh no, I just can't... that's too last minute, I've already come so far..." Beth stares down at her phone in her hands with wide eyes as rocks back-and-forth on the floor.
The demon desperately wants to step out from the shadows to root on her.
"I don't know if I'll ever feel ready... I don't know why, but I'm so scared... I mean, I'm excited, but why am I so scared? I'm a freaking grown adult here, just like everybody else..." Beth whispers as she curls up in a tight ball on her bed.
Beth has been rambling nervously for a while now and the demon is getting tired of listening to her.
"Okay, okay, it's getting way too late for this shit... I'll try to think more clearly in the morning..." Beth sleepily rubs at her eyes as she walks out of her bedroom to head to the bathroom.
The demon breathes out a sigh of relief. She's finally heard enough.
(My unholy Gods this girl just does not shut up! She desperately needs my help to chill out.)
The dead of the middle of the night is totally quiet.
As Beth sleeps underneath her warm covers in her fluffy pj's, the waiting demon has finally come out from her hiding spot. The shadow, now having taken on a more humanoid female form, has a concerned, almost sad expression on her face as she watches the adorable sleeping human snoring softly. While all of her ranting was kind of annoying, in hindsight it was also pretty depressing to listen to, hearing all of her many insecurities spilling out from her mouth.
The demon's seen it all happen before, literally too many times to count. Two humans, texting and chatting over fancy technological communication devices, with sparkling chemistry and promises to meet one another... Until they don't. Usually one or both chickens out and cancels, or even worse quietly ghosts one another at the very last minute due to not just nerves, but reluctance to change the comfortable status quo, the comfortable merry-go-round of their monotonous, miserable lives.
So the demon took it upon herself, making it her mission to avert these women's fates, to change the lonely course of their histories, even if her methods are rather... unorthodox.
She decided a while ago that poor sweet nervous Beth was her next project, waiting for just the right moment to provide her unique assistance.
Beth remains deep in blissful slumber, within a dark, dreamless state. As she lays in her bed, her ears all of a sudden pick up on a highly unusual sound that should not be there.
It sounds like the light pitter-pattering of... footsteps? Travelling way up high for some reason? No, she definitely doesn't have any pets... and those sound way too 'heavy' to be any kind of invading bug or spider...
A sudden surge of cortisol forces the uneasy Beth to awaken. As much as it hurts to do so, she squints open her bleary eyes. Because her glasses are sitting on her nightstand, her vision is already incredibly blurry anyhow.
"Uh–mn... Hello?"
Beth's squinty eyes follow the trails of unusually bright, warm colours beaming from just up above her head. Amidst the shadows within the total darkness of the bedroom, the two glowing yellow orbs & dark red hue way up on the ceiling are impossible to ignore.
The moment their gazes meet the demon, effortlessly clinging to the ceiling, twists her neck around to get a closer look at the bedbound Beth.
"What is that thing?!" Beth thought as her heartbeat speeds up, and a cold sweat begins to form on her forehead. "Wh, what–" she sputters aloud, shrinking down into her covers for safety.
The shadowy blob reacts ever so subtly to the alert human's newfound feelings of fear. She pulls her head back, blinks her yellow eyes and then, a curve of bright white is added to the floating yellow as she breaks out into a jagged toothy grin at being caught.
"Hey there little girl!" Her voice is shrill and blood curdling. "My name's Bazanka, you wanna be my friend?"
The pupils in her wide, teary eyes shrinking to dots, the terrified Beth opens her mouth to speak: to say something - ANYTHING, to shout, to scream... but no sound ever comes out.
The shadow sees the perfect opportunity; she lets her grip go from the ceiling. Before Beth can even react the demon drops down on her!
Beth instinctively leans back as the shadow leaps towards her and in an instant, her vision is totally obscured by hot inky blackness.
The human's shrieks are muffled by the demon forcing her semi-corporeal head into her wide open mouth. The horrid taste is indescribable, but Beth finds herself unable to spit the foul creature back out as her jaw is forced open wider and wider, beyond even what is humanly possible.
"MHK! GHHK!!"
The demon's Humanoid form may be twice as large as Beth's body, but she somehow still manages to find a way to compress herself as she forces herself down the human's throat.
Beth's clawed hands try to reach up, but her body is struggling too much to actually do anything but take the demon in. Her eyes roll all the way to the back of her skull as she chokes out pained gags.
In no time, all of the shadow creature has been unwittingly swallowed down by the terrified Beth. Surprisingly, the size of the young woman's belly remains unchanged despite now carrying a literal monster that's squirming inside of her.
Beth is as frozen as a statue, save for the occasional jerks and twitches of her body as shallow raggedy breaths escape her mouth.
The demon takes her time to get used to her new vessel. She moves her head around, side to side. She blinks her eyes.
(Gods I actually feel bad for these poor humans, I need to talk to my dad there must be a better way to take over a body than physically climbing down the throat it's so undignified for both of us... Anyway let's take this cute little puppy for a test drive.)
She wiggles Beth's fingers, and clenches and unclenches her hands. Check.
She stretches out her legs and wiggles her toes underneath her blankets. Proper.
She bends her body, forwards and backwards. All good.
She runs her tongue around in her mouth, across her smooth human teeth, then lets out a test vocalization from her mouth. Out comes her piercing demonic voice.
(No no, that won't do at all.)
She shakes her head and clears her throat before she vocalizes quietly again, this time Beth's natural voice comes out instead. She nods, content with the calibration of her meat suit.
"Oh yeah that's much better, I think we're all set honey pie."
The demon has shrunken herself down to a teeny-tiny shadow. A shadow that's hidden herself deep inside the intricate crevices of Beth's brain. She squeezes her breasts to get a real feel for her new body.
"Not bad at all, nice and perky," she runs her hands down her chest and soft belly, pausing just above her mound before pulling away. "Hmm nah I should save myself for the lucky lady tomorrow."
Satisfied, Bazanka quietly nestles herself all the way in the very back corner of Beth's subconscious. She closes her yellow eyes as she curls up into a limbless ball. She rests; unbothered, undisturbed, totally hidden. Beth passes out from the intense exertion of taking in a demonic entity. After her jerking body gives out one final twitch, her blank eyes close themselves back up, and she falls back down onto her pillow, collapsing into a very deep slumber.
.
The rest of the night flies by all too quickly. At the rays of morning sun teasing her through the blinds, Beth stirs awake.
Groaning, she sits up in her bed, and rubs her groggy face as she tries to make heads and tails of the night before. She clicks her jaw a couple times before she puts her glasses on her face.
"Golly, that was some nightmare..."
One of those kinds of vivid, rapidly flickering dreams that just feel so viscerally real, you'll just never want to ever fall back asleep again. She blames her heightened anxiety, for helping generate those horrific images within her head. Yeah that reasoning sounds the most plausible to her...
Suddenly, her phone dings startling her. Reaching down by the edge of her bed, she picks up her phone. She's got a notification from her match Mandy.
*Hey Boo, can't wait to see you later today! xx*
Beth shivers out the remaining traces of drowsiness in her system.
"Oh right, the date!"
She can't put a finger on it, but she's suddenly with energy, with drive, with newfound resolve. Beth leaps out of her bed to get ready for the big day.
As she shovels cereal into her mouth with a spoon in one hand, spilling milk all down her chin as she does, her other hand rapidly scrolls through her phone.
She's browsing through the online catalog of the closest sex toy shop in her city.
"Hmm I could buy a strap-on? Go super big for a memorable first impression? No no no, that's the sexual equivalent of bringing an entire bouquet of expensive red roses and an engagement ring on a first date! Oh, but... but it's just so tempting... but no, I can't..."
Beth doesn't know where this newfound boldness has come from, before she would never have even considered bringing sex toys on a date and now she's hungrily eyeing up the Pussy Pounder XL and giggling imagining a short stack like herself with an enormous fake cock.
"Okay we'll call that the third date surprise, I need something less... hole stretching for tonight."
As her thumb abruptly scrolls right back up, she finally finds what she needs. And they're relatively cheap too, total Score!
She doesn't know why, but she's now got her plans set in stone.
Several hours later, it's finally time. After showering, shaving everywhere and sprucing herself up, Beth makes sure to put on an outfit that really accentuates her short body's form, showcasing all her juicy curves the best way she can: tight blue jeans, and the nicest, cleanest, unfrumpiest blue hoodie she can find from her wardrobe. She checks herself out in the mirror trying to hype herself up.
"Okay Bethy, you can do this! You are not a loser, you are a Sexy desirable woman and any girl would be grateful to have you munch on her beef cookie," she cringes at the crude comment before trying to pose sexy in the mirror.
(Oh Gods this might be even harder than I was expecting, this poor girl has no game whatsoever...)
At dinnertime, Beth pulls her car into the parking lot of the local Toucan Diner. She steps out, locks her vehicle, and heads through the doors of the bustling diner with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Beth looks over towards a window booth and she sees her date, Mandy, already sitting there. The other woman's silky brown hair is in a long pony, and she's wearing a green jacket and black stirrup pants.
"Hey, I'm here," Beth calls out.
Mandy perks up at the sound of her voice, and turns her head. She happily waves Beth over.
"Hi baby!" Mandy stands up to greet her date and Beth sees she wasn't lying on her profile, easily a foot taller than her at least and incredibly thick & curvy. She pulls Beth in for a hug, inadvertently smothering her little partner with her giant breasts.
Once she frees her from her bosom prison Beth tries to act cool as she sits down in her chair. Once seated, she straightens herself up and looks straight at Mandy, her big brown eyes are almost intoxicating and her flawless olive skin suggests Hispanic lineage. She notices that there's already two glasses of water placed on the table between them.
"Hey real quick sorry that I'm a bit late. Had to make a quick stop on the way here," explains Beth, scratching her cheek with a finger sheepishly.
"It's fine, it's fine, don't worry about it what's important is that you're here now," reassures Mandy.
The two of them enter a bit of an awkward silence for a brief moment as they stare down at their menus, unsure of where exactly to start conversation-wise; the tiny demon nestled in Beth's brain stews, too, as she's all too aware of how unpredictable humans can be. Luckily, they're saved by a waitress coming over.
They promptly order their food, sure of what they want at least. The two of them order hamburgers with the works, with sides of fries to go with them and a bottle of wine.
The moment the waitress leaves, the air between them now seems less tense. As they wait for their meal to arrive, they finally start talking to each other, their first topic being about each other's jobs. Beth and Mandy both at least try to be as open as possible without saying anything too controversial. Bazanka, being a powerful otherworldly entity, gives no input about menial work done by humans.
Eventually, the waitress returns with a platter of juicy burgers and crispy fries, and sets a plate down in front of each girl along with a nice bottle in an ice bucket. They are quite thankful, and after pouring a couple glasses they're more than ready to finally chow down!
Bazanka relishes in the many tastes that Beth puts into her mouth, they certainly don't have barbecue sauce or ranch dressing in Hell.
Dinner is delicious, especially when you aren't eating it all by yourself notes Beth. The two of them polish off every crumb, with Beth finishing her meal faster than Mandy does and resisting the urge to lick the plate clean like she would do at home.
After settling on an agreement to split the bill, they head out from the diner and get into their cars.
Their next stop: the movie theater in the mall. After Beth and Mandy purchase their tickets and slouch through preview after preview, shameless commercial after shameless commercial, the flick finally starts playing.
Inside of the darkened theater, as the movie plays on the humongous screen and blasts its loud audio through the speakers, the two women occasionally sneak glances at one another.
Every time, they avert their eyes before the other can catch them. Bazanka, having seen pretty much all of the same cliché "Save the Cat"/"Hero's Journey" plot beats over and over again for the past millennia, just quietly rolls her eyes and gives no real input regarding the movie within her latest vessel's brain.
However, the demon does subtly encourage Beth to try something a bit daring within the darkness. A grin grows across her face.
The movie's gone quiet. The scene that plays before them is a bit sad, a bit melancholy. Perfect.
Her heart rate increasing, Beth gingerly reaches her hand down...
And slowly rests it right on top of Mandy's free hand sitting on the armrest of her seat.
The other woman instantly notices, and looks over at Beth. Their eyes meet; they can see each others' faces, even though the giant screen is the only thing illuminating this spacious dark theater.
Flusterment overtaking the demon's fairly weak current influence Beth yanks her hand away, the heat rushing to her face. Mandy just giggles and waves her hand, non-verbally telling her that she's okay. Beth just grimaces bashfully.
Just then the movie blares as the climax approaches, making Beth jump and gasp sweetly. Attentions are turned right back to the screen.
Finally, the movie is over. But Beth just can't help but stay throughout the entire credits sequence, because the filmmakers love to draw you in with stingers, animation, songs, and gags alongside the endlessly upscrolling text of who did what in or out of production, while watching Bazanka subconsciously guides Beth to rest her head on Mandy's shoulder.
As they walk out the doors of the theater, then out from the cinema, Beth and Mandy hold hands and talk among themselves of what they liked and didn't like about the movie they watched together. Overall, it's quite the fun flick for both of them, although Bazanka pays no mind to any of it; in fact, she seems to be getting a bit restless in Beth's brain by this point.
They get back into their cars before remembering they finished a whole wine bottle between them, Mandy hails a cab and they drive off into the evening just hoping their cars won't be towed in the morning.
Earlier, they had agreed that Beth would be staying over at Mandy's place for the night. They arrive at her apartment and Mandy heads inside with her bag, Beth follows right behind her with her backpack.
As the front door clicks shut, the demon's yellow eyes flutter. Her time is approaching, and fast. She steels herself as her teeny body begins to shudder with anticipation inside of Beth's brain.
After placing her toothbrush on the counter in the bathroom, Beth has to restrain herself from breaking out into a sprint towards Mandy's bedroom.
Mandy pours another glass of wine for each of them and the bedroom door is promptly closed.
"Hey, I got a little something here..."
Beth kneels down and begins awkwardly digging through her Olaf backpack sitting on the floor. She fishes out two little boxes, and presents them to Mandy in her hands as she stands back up.
The other woman stops mid-sock removal as she notices the words "LATEX DAM" printed on the smaller box, and the image of the disposable rubber gloves on the larger box.
"Oh wow, you really came prepared tonight! I mean, I've already got dental dams here, but the gloves are something new!" Mandy exclaims.
Beth nods almost sheepishly. "Yeah... I made a quick trip to the sex store on the way to the diner, so that's why I was a bit late, heh. I, like, didn't wanna take any chances, I have to admit..."
The demon silently nods along with Beth; like the advice that one picture book the neurotic little human read back in Kindergarten offered: "It's fun to have fun, but you need to know how!"
"Ahh, I see. Well, I'm totally clean but I'm glad you'll feel more reassured using extra protection."
"T-thanks." Beth places the items on the nightstand. "So, like, uh, what are you into?"
"How about I tell you after we strip down first?"
Beth pulls off her hoodie and drops it onto the floor; then she unzips her jeans and takes them off as well. The rest of her clothes quickly follow the same undressing pattern, as Mandy watches her on the bed in awe.
Mandy can see that Beth has slight chub in the right areas; Beth may be a bit self-conscious about her belly, but to Mandy it looks perfectly warm and massageable.
Now standing completely bare, Beth really feels how much smaller she is than her sexy Amazon partner, then delicately takes off her glasses to put on the nightstand next.
"Oh, wait a minute, I actually need those!"
(In my opinion she's way sexier without them, but the poor fragile human can't even see without them!)
The girls have a quick laugh together about the little mixup.
Bazanka rocks back-and-forth in excitement. Mandy makes sure to glance at Beth as she removes her own clothes; Beth is quietly enthralled by the way the larger, clearly more experienced woman uses her fingers to pull off her inner shirt, her tight stirrup pants, and bra and panties in such sexy motions.
Now naked, Mandy lays down on her back on the bed, spreading her long legs. Looking her up and down all over, the blushing Beth soon notices the four teeny-tiny scars on Mandy's belly.
"Mm? Are those...?"
"Yes, they are..."
"Huh, I see..."
"Forget about them, come here my little baby."
Mandy beckons Beth to climb up onto the bed, and to crawl closer to her. Beth will oblige her lover's every command starting right now.
The tall girl helps the petite young woman lean forward, and they land together into a passionate kiss.
(Her mouth and lips are so soft. Impossibly soft.)
Her relaxing body sinking down as their lips lock and their tongues touch, Beth's weight on Mandy helps initiate plenty of warm skin-to-skin contact that already feels so good for the both of them.
Eventually the women finally break apart for air.
Mandy's head sinks down into her pillow, and she says to Beth with a half-lidded stare: "Go ahead. You can touch..."
T O U C H
The demon's eyes fully snap open.
(Showtime!)
The creature's yellow orbs shine brightly, and her sharp white teeth part to reveal a long pink tongue hanging right out from her drooly maw.
Her dark body begins to stretch itself out and grow. Exponentially. Rapidly spreading all across and sinking into even the tiniest crevices of Beth's brain, until she's all but completely taken over the human's mind.
They're ready. Mandy doesn't catch the yellow glow that flashes within Beth's eyes for a split second.
Beth's breaths grow heavy as her pupils dilate. The mental barrier that is her own apprehension is shattered into useless splinters as she leans down and begins to put her mouth to work on Mandy's amazing body.
Beth brings her face towards Mandy's voluptuous chest. The supine woman lets out contented sighs as her lover's lips press against her sternum, then against her collarbone.
"Yes..."
Beth reaches her hands out, and, after tracing her fingers across Mandy's smooth belly, making sure to keep her distance from her scars, very carefully begins to fondle her enormous bare breasts upon cupping them.
They're so plump, so tender to the feel. Her thumbs slowly rub over the other woman's erect nipples.
"G-gently, good..."
"G-glad to hear that..." whispers Beth nervously.
(More... she wants more of them...)
Beth lowers her head, and touches a wet tongue tip against one of Mandy's nips. Then her lips close over the nipple and begin suckling on it.
(Oh Gods it tastes so good in her mouth!)
There's no milk, of course, but Mandy can't help but gasp and let off shivers at the enthusiastic suckling sensations Beth's lips give off.
"Gooood girrlll..."
G O O D G I R L
There's the shy woman's sleeper agent phrase.
The utmost praise, the ultimate compliment.
The very words that light up over a thousand connected neurons, a million dinging bells inside of Beth's brain.
The brain that the lesbian demon who has possessed her has taken over.
The demon swells, blooms, utterly blossoms at the way Mandy's gentle, yet domineering words positively affect her host.
The demon's true purpose isn't to take over a woman's mind for malicious purposes; it's to dig deep within the human's subconscious, find out her repressed desires, and help pull them up to the surface, to amplify them a thousandfold. Well, not all of her repressed desires at once, of course: just the ones that would prove most useful for at least that single night.
A creature of pure sexual exploration and liberation, so to speak.
Beth's eyes lift up towards Mandy; the way her face is flushed, the way she's being pleasured all by her. Even if she won't return the favour, it still excites her so to see her all rosey-looking.
"You really like that, huh?" Beth asks her, voice raspy.
"Oh, very much baby..." Mandy replies softly, right before gesturing to her nightstand. "Why don't you bring that dental dam right over here..."
"Oh, right, o-of course!"
Beth reaches over, plucks up the little light box, and opens it right up. The moment she carefully pulls out the latex sheet, Mandy reaches her fingers out, motioning the unlikely leader to let her take it.
"Oh?"
"Let me..."
Mandy snatches the dam with her fingertips, and bends forward to put it over its proper place. Once the barrier is fully placed over her vulva, she lays back down on the bed and gives Beth a beckoning grin.
"Are you ready?"
Beth expects herself to be overcome with nervousness, but somehow she's actually far from apprehensive. Instead, a fiery resolve burns within her belly.
The specs-clad woman crawls in between Mandy's legs on all fours, and crawls closer to her. She starts lightly biting her juicy thighs before she soon nestles her face right in front of Mandy's groin, taking in the faint, yet sweet musky smells and wet warmness emanating.
(She's so hungry...)
Burying her face into her lover's hairy pussy, Beth sticks out her tongue, and begins to lick up a long stripe from Mandy's latex-covered entrance to her clit. Even though it's slightly muted by the protective cover, Beth still loves the way Mandy tastes to her.
As Beth licks long paths up and down and all around her tasty pussy, Mandy clenches her toes and grips the bedsheets with her hands tightly. Her eyes shut as she struggles to keep herself in control.
"Oh, baby, p-please–!"
Inside of Beth's brain, Bazanka helps pull the strings that had been found from an imaginary box sitting in the darkness of an imaginary basement. Everything is going just as planned.
In the outside world, Beth occasionally has to remember to breathe as her mouth slurps and laps at Mandy's dripping, puffy cunt. She's never felt more alive before in all her years on Earth. Doing this, to another woman... it just feels so natural, so right for her. It's just exhilarating, having finally found what she's meant to do within her own programming, her firmware, her OS.
Her wandering mind is brought down from outer space by Mandy frantically tapping on her scalp.
"Mbwuh? What?" Beth reluctantly pulls herself away from Mandy's hot cunt and looks up to her face.
"I-I think, your mouth's already done such a good job for me tonight..." Mandy is visibly taking deep breaths to try and steady her quivering body. She's not quite ready to be sent over the edge just yet. "I think now it's time f-for you to... to actually feel me, from the inside..."
Beth glances over towards the gloves box sitting on the nightstand at the same time as Mandy does.
"B-be a good girl and put those on you..."
"Y-yes, ma'am!" Beth blurts out, she may be topping tonight but Mandy is clearly in charge of directing the evening. Once the petite woman fetches the box, she gets ready to open it up when she sees Mandy peeling off the dental dam.
Sticky white strings of arousal are dragged along with the latex being lifted into the air. While Beth's face may be trying not openly show it, the demon inside of her is nothing short of ecstatic asnfd fighting the urge to make her host lick the pad clean. Beth has been such a good girl tonight.
Without saying another word, Beth hurriedly slips the latex gloves on her hands.
Mandy pulls herself into an upright position, and Beth sits her bubble butt down right beside her on the mattress. Mandy gently guides the smaller woman's hand downwards.
The grip on Beth's hand releases, leaving her to go on forward solo not knowing that Beth currently has a copilot in this endeavor. She carefully brushes aside Mandy's curly pubes, and she sees just how sticky she's been. The big girl clearly doesn't need any lube.
"Go slow, take your time exploring..."
(Ooh invited in, like a vampire.)
Beth's smooth, latex-covered fingers stroke Mandy's soft mound. She gingerly pets it, and every little touch from her fills the already-aroused Mandy with even more and more excitement.
Beth begins to cup at her lover's sex, causing a pleased sigh to escape from her lips. Bazanka knows very much what she's doing, as Beth feels that Mandy's outer lips are just as lubricated as her inner ones.
"F-Further..."
Beth sinks deeper into Mandy's folds; her index and middle fingers can feel the amount of heat emanating from her dripping inner walls.
The demon piloting Beth's brain helps take her new instincts further as her thumb reaches out towards the top of Mandy's cleft, even the latex doesn't prevent Beth from fully feeling the wet, engorged clit against her digit. Judging by Mandy letting out a loud gasp and involuntarily jerking her hips, she surely must've hit the right spot.
"Aah, y-yes..."
Mandy can't help but to reach her hands down and help Beth's own stay in its proper place against her soaking cunt. The larger woman squirms all throughout her encouragement and praise.
A fresh wave of courage and determination washes over the demon, knowing full well that she and Beth are hitting the home stretch now.
Bazanka helps bring stamina to Beth, with her lover directing her through many exhilarated cries and lustful words she soon picks up on a certain reflexive rhythm with her hand: her index and middle fingers move and stroke all around inside of Mandy's slick pussy, while her thumb massages and rubs circles all around her sensitive clit.
Quickening her pace, Beth can feel the pulses down below as Mandy writhes all around, jerking involuntarily. She's being so, so good for her, too good in fact–
"FUCK–!!!"
Mandy finally hits her climax. Her hips buck as her voice rises to a crescendo, and her grip slips into accidentally digging her fingernails into Beth's wrist. Her head tilts back as she cries out.
Beth's eyes widen; as it turns out, she loves the way Mandy just clenches around her hand, the way her sticky femcum flows outward, trailing down her glove-covered fingers as she squeezes her fingers endlessly.
The demon excitedly helps Beth keep her pace up for just a bit longer. It takes a bit for Mandy to finally start to calm down, but soon her heavy breathing slows, and she twitches and shakes less and less.
At long last, Beth finally pulls her hand away from her partner's gooey cunt, and brings it up to her own face. She takes a good look at it; she and the demon both admire the sticky mess Mandy made all over her fingers, the work they had created tonight. She quickly licks her fingers and stifles a squeal as the sweet nectar touches her tongue.
"D-Darling..."
Beth looks over, and sees that Mandy's long body slumped down onto the bed. Sweaty, spent, flushed... but very happy. Beth lays down right next to her, and Mandy promptly pulls her into a tight embrace, burying her face into her little friend's neck. Beth snuggles in to hold her tight back.
"Oh Beth, baby girl... you were such a good girl tonight..." The blissful pillow princess takes a moment, then continues in a soft voice: "I- I'm so glad that I helped guide you in the right directions... Did you enjoy it, though, even though you didn't get to cum too?"
('Enjoy'? HA please, She loved it!)
"Yeah! Of course I did!" Beth nods enthusiastically, before flying into a babble that the demon has zero part of. "I mean, I-I-I was so nervous and thinking about a million things all at once earlier but then things went a whole lot smoother after all! And I don't need to cum every time, I'm kind of a people pleaser so as long as I can get you there I'm happy. Oh, uh, what I did, I wasn't too much for you tonight, ri–?"
"Shhh," shushes Mandy, gently placing her finger on Beth's plump lips. "That's enough excitement for tonight little bug, I owe you something special for next time."
Mandy reaches over to her nightstand, and brings back a nearby bottle of water. After taking a quick swig, she hands the bottle over to Beth to let her have a drink as well. After their thirst is quenched, Mandy playfully pours the cold water over Beth's breasts, she gasps before Mandy pulls her in to lightly kiss her stiff wet nipples. As they seperate Beth's eyes seem to twinkle.
"So... There will be a next time?"
Mandy smiles warmly, "Of course Boo, you're a special little lady and I'd love to get closer with you."
She softly plants her lips on Beth's smiling face.
"Now why don't we just get some rest now...?" suggests Mandy after they pull apart.
"Mm... okay...*quietly* Mommy..."
Beth soon blissfully drifts off to sleep in Mandy's arms, her head nuzzled into her large lover's deep bosom.
Underneath the blankets, they're already deep in slumber well into the dark night. Their bodies are completely still and unmoving.
But then, all of a sudden...
Without warning Beth's head turns and her little mouth unexpectedly gapes open, and not from a loud snore. No harsh noises escape her lips at all, even.
Two small yellow glows shine out from her throat; they grow brighter and brighter as they draw closer and closer to the silent outside world.
Bazanka's shadowy face crowns from between Beth's lips. She struggles somewhat, after all going in is far more fun than coming back out. In spite of her heaves in trying to pull herself out, Beth remains oblivious as she continues to sleep on.
Grunting silently, the demon eventually manages to pull a hand out of Beth's mouth to grab the bedsheets. She's almost there...
(Just... A... Bit... More...)
POP!
With a final push, the demon manages to launch herself straight out from her host's body. She ends up tumbling on the floor, but luckily nobody stirs.
(Honesty I don't know how I don't tear these poor girls apart possessing and exiting their supple bodies.)
Sitting up, she gasps, shakes herself off, and then breathes a sigh of relief. She's finally free.
The demon stands up from the bedroom floor, and she turns around. She looks down at the sleeping women, sweet little Beth in particular, and she smiles. Not a devilish grin like before... but a genuine warm smile.
Everything went like it was supposed to. Her work is finally done.
(You don't need me anymore Bethy, spread your legs and fly my precious baby.)
And with that, the demon fades off into the shadows, searching for the next desperate lesbian who lacks the confidence to make the first move.
In the morning the sunlight streams in through the window, with a soft grunt Beth stirs awake.
She clicks her jaw again, "I don't know if I'm sleeping wrong but that's two days in a row my jaw has been sore... Weird, anyway I'm sure it's nothing."
Her nose picks up on some wonderful scents, and her ears pick on some faint, yet melodious humming.
She sits up in Mandy's bed. After rubbing her eyes, she puts her glasses back on and nothing else.
She exits the bedroom, and heads into the kitchen. Mandy's already there, also naked and having cooked breakfast. Two glasses of milk are sitting on the table.
"Good morning baby." Her smile is so warm it fills Beth up more than her prospective breakfast.
"Morning mama," Beth chirps back.
"Did you sleep well?" asks Mandy taking a sip of milk.
"Sure did..." nods Beth. She sits down in the chair set up for her, and her host places a bowl of scrambled eggs with bacon before her.
"Ketchup?" wonders Mandy.
"Sure," agrees Beth, trying not to stare at Mandy's huge swinging boobs in her eye line.
And with that, a bottle of ketchup is placed before Beth, who eagerly squirts some on her eggs.
Mandy sits down in her own chair, and they begin eating. After a somewhat awkward silence, Beth finally pipes up.
"I, uh, I've never actually really topped before... I dunno, I don't know what came over me last night..."
Mandy gives off a playful shrug.
"Well, maybe you just jumped off into the deep end after finally letting yourself loose," she quips lightheartedly.
Beth gives off a single chuckle. "Yeah, I guess..."
Another pause. Then Beth continues bashfully:
"And uh, I have to admit... I really, really enjoyed being called a 'good girl'. T-thanks..."
Mandy beams. "Oh, you're so welcome. I'm glad to know you enjoy praise a whole lot, it's good to learn each other's preferences early."
Beth's chest swells with newfound pride. The previous anxieties she had earlier this week... they had all crumbled apart completely. She feels more liberated, more honest with herself.
They alternate between eating and chattering, discussing more casual plans for the day since neither of them have work.
Up until now, Beth would have no idea on just how much she loves topping other women, especially when she was given permission to behave akin to a feral animal in bed. Granted, she also loves the idea of bottoming as well, but something awakened within her that night and from then on she more often than not willingly volunteers to take on her partner; to service her, to give to her, to make love to her on her own terms.
It seemed as though a hidden, highly specific switch had been flipped in her head ever since that one scary night she could hardly even remember. Faint remnants of her 'nightmare' involving a shadow with glowing yellow eyes would occasionally come back to haunt her, but over time the frightening imagery would fade even further, its fearful grip growing ever weaker as the weeks pass.
Even though Beth would never see the demon again after that night, Bazanka held a particular fondness for the girl and occasionally checks in from the shadows, and little parts of her influence would forever remain hidden deep within Beth's psyche.