Loyal Untrustworthy Demon

How’d it come to this? It was a stupid game, a child’s game. Played at night with the lights off to get the heart pumping and mind racing. But it had become much more than that. After everyone left, as she laid in bed in the dark of the night. She felt it. Felt something watching her. Eyes fluttering open, her heart thudded to a stop. There was something at the end of her bed. Even in the darkness she could see it, see its massive hulking form. For part of it was illuminated. Two, burning red orbs of flame high against the ceiling.

She came to her senses, as the fear rose up inside her, kickstarting her heart once again. Heart pounding, mouth drying she reached out to turn the light on, to banish this thing of the night. But with a click of her bedside lamp. The light never came. She flicked it again and again yet still the light refused to dawn. “Come on, come on!” she whispered trying to hide under the covers like a child while desperately flicking the switch praying for the light to banish the dark. But the light never came. “No…” she breathed as it dawned on her. The lamp wasn’t working. She snaked her hand back under the covers as she prayed wishing to wake up, to wake from the nightmare.

Then she felt it, something stepped onto her bed, sinking her mattress. She gasped covering herself, hoping that the covers provided protection as the thing climb its way onto her bed. All she could feel was the sinking of the mattress as it moved up her body. Eyes closed tightly, she bit her lip, bit her finger trying to wake herself up, trying to break this nightmare. But even with blood it wouldn’t break. Even with pain she didn’t wake up. Even as this thing came to a stop, it’s weight all around her, looming above her. In a horrible moment, in a horrible realisation, a singular thought came to her. This wasn’t a dream. The pain, the blood, she knew what this was. It was the stupid game she played. That stupid game where they pretended so summon something from the other side. And they had, and it was above her.

Shaking, quaking, she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing hoping that somehow it didn’t know she was there. But she could hear its breathing, feel it lean down right over her ear. She felt hot breath blowing against her face, through the covers. She wanted to run, to flee, to cry out in terror, but her body wouldn’t listen. She heard it sniff, heard it licks its lips. Then she felt the monster tugging at her blankets. She gripped tighter, but the creature wouldn’t be denied. It pulled the covers down from her head, dragging her into the cold cruel night, exposing her to its hot wet breathing. Eye shut tightly she scrunched up whimpering. Please… someone… anyone… With a whoosh the blankets were ripped from her bed completely, leaving her exposed. Whimpering louder she wished it to be over, for it to just do whatever it wanted.

Heart thundering in her ears her chest, she waited in the cold exposed darkness for it to do as it pleased. She waited, and waited. When something touched her. Filching she tried screaming but it came out as a muffled yelp. The thing, the finger slowly, gently, removed the hair from the side of her face. W-what is it doing? She wondered over the fear, but she dared not relent and look. Soon the finger returned, this time tracing down her shoulder, down her across to her side and down her body.

She whimpered for the finger grew dangerously close to her waist, but the fingers stopped short. Only for the torment to grew louder as the thing leant in, it’s breathing getting louder in her ear. Bracing for something, she yelped as a hot, wet thing landed on her neck, sliding up the side of her face before vanishing from whence it came.

“Mm. Tasty…” The monster moaned with surprising linguistic ability.

She froze. Its… human? More than that, it sounded female. Her heart fluttered with a terrible thought. Was this… was this just a person. A rapist?! She felt so foolish to think it was some kind of creature. Anger flaring, she balled her fists and rolled onto her back to face her assailant. Made to punch, kick, bite. Make them regret scaring her so. But as she turned, as she opened her eyes, as she made to punch. She came face to face with those two bright red eyes. She stared into them, seeing flames and furry rolling around. The more she stared the deeper she went, the more the flames seemed real. Felt real, biting lapping at her, burning her. It was so hot, so very hot, it burned down to her core. Yet deeper she was pulled, as if being consumed.

Then, the thing, the being with two burning orbs for eyes. Blinked. The flames vanished, as did the heat and the oddly painless burning sensation. She found herself back on her mattress, in her room, on her back. With a thing atop her. Yet, instead of burning orbs of flame. They were eyes, human eyes, save the intensely burning irises that were staring down at her. While illuminating enough of the monster face to finally see what manor of creature dared invade her home.

It was indeed a woman. A flawless bright red face loomed above her. A small pointed nose atop lush thick lips, formed into a grin revealing two sharp canines.

It… She’s… beautiful. Staring up at it, she couldn’t think of anything else. So… beautiful… This thing that had plagued her, that had filled her mind with such dread, turned out to be so stunningly beautiful. So much, that no woman had ever come close. No one had ever come close. This thing, this temptress was such that, she couldn’t resist an alien feeling rising inside her. Couldn’t resist a longing form her lips, and a need deep down. And slowly, so very slowly. She lent up. Inch by inch, she grew closer until finally, touched those lips to hers.

Her eyes went wide in shock. She’d never kissed a woman before. She’d never even considered it. Yet here she was, kissing one. Stranger still, she couldn’t stop herself; she didn’t want to stop. Those lips weren’t just thick, they were warm and so nice to touch. A hand, warm and smooth gently grabbed the side of her head, stroking her check as the other drifted down, tracing down along her body, down towards her waist.

She pulled back gasping. “S-stop…” she panted. She didn’t realise, but the heat she was feeling, was growing out from between her legs. Her thighs were pressing together, rubbing and shifting with need. “No…” she whispered to the thing as that hand slipped into her pants. “Don’t…”

The thing smiled, those red irises ignited and sparked another inferno. Those flames returned, flickering and rolling, though instead of yellows and reds, the flames were bright pink.

She gasped as she tried looking away. But her gaze being drawn once more into those eyes. This time as the flames engulfed her, they rubbed her so very gently, squeezed her so gingerly. Moreover the heat was unlike before. Deeper, warmer, more intense as it seeped into her mind and body. But it wasn’t just the heat that was different. But also the flames themselves.

They danced in such beautiful and wondrous patterns. It was almost like it was alive. The rolling blaze soon morphed into shapes, growing in complexity until finally, they began resembling women. Though they were still made of flicking flame, they were indeed women. Naked, gorgeous women, dancing, kissing, embracing. In no time dozens, hundreds of flaming women rolled and writhed around her in an orgy of flame.

From the flames, one woman appeared, though she wasn’t made of fire. Her skin was a deep red colour.

Laying there in the flames, gasping at what she saw, she watched as the red woman crawled towards her. Watched as those thick red hips and massive hanging tits drew closer. Despite herself, despite her stance on sexual relations. Being intwined in the orgy, seeing this stunningly beautiful woman, crawling seductively towards her. Her legs, opened. She relaxed and laid back into the lap of a burning beauty.

She moaned as those huge voluptuous breasts and hard nipples traced up her body, as a tongue, wet and hot lapped up from her stomach ending at her chin. She moaned, up at the Red Woman, who looked down smiling. Licking her lips, she decided that this dream was amazing. Grabbing that red face with both hands and wrapping her legs around those thick thighs. She pulling the Red Woman closer kissing her yet again and let herself go. Let herself be consumed by the orgy of flames.

Sarah cried out sitting up, panting covered in sweat. Heart hammering, she looked around in a panic. It wasn’t dark anymore, with light beginning to shine through her curtains. Moving her hair form her face she looked down seeing she was still clothed, still under covers and not in an orgy of fire. Licking chapped her lips, swallowing several times she slowed her breathing as it dawned on her what had happened.

“Fuck…” Sarah fell back down. What a dream… She’d never had such a vivid dream before. Such an erotic dream. About women, no less. Her breathing turned to chuckling. I need to get laid… She groaned. Idly she reached down to her crotch and gently rubbed over her vagina. It was such a wild dream she wondered if it had been a wet. But with how much she was sweating it was hard to tell. Pulling her hand back, she sighed and stared up at her ceiling. What a strange dream… That… woman… She half moaned. Wow was she hot… She chuckled realising how silly she sounded. She wasn’t into woman. Yet somehow, she’d dreamt up such a strange thing.

Whatever. She shrugged. Though it was day it wasn’t time to get up yet. Sighing, she rolled over to sleep once more. But as she did, she noticed something standing in the corner of the room. Startled, Sarah jolted upright eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Standing there in the corner, was a woman. Deep red skin from head to toe, long black hair tied back, her big boobs on display and a heart shaped tail rubbed between her thighs.

“Morning, Mistress.” The Woman cooed, her eyes burning brightly.