H-space MGB Profile: Mist Devil

Name:  Mist Devil
Type:  Elemental [Air]  (They won’t allow me to use Ghost)
Habitat:  Lowland.  Marshy areas.  Woodland.

Description:
A pretty young woman formed out of dense white mist or smoke and wreathed in clouds.  Their hands are disproportionately larger and more indistinct in form than the rest of their body.  Their legs terminate in denser white clouds that float just above the surface of the ground.  They move by gliding at a speed comparable to a moderate walking pace.

They are capable of turning to mist and back again at will.  While normally intangible, they can make their bodies become dense enough to support the weight of an adult human male.

There are reports of male versions, but as of yet these have not been corroborated.

Attack Strategy:
They are not capable of sustained rapid movement, so the mist devil will either creep up on their intended prey while disguised as mist or attempt to lure prey to them with their naked bodies.  As they don’t appear to utilise any additional tempting factors such as pheromones or hypnosis, anyone allowing themselves to be lured in this manner should collect a Darwin Award for stupidity on the way to meeting their maker.

Once close enough they will attempt to smother their victim either by placing their hands over the victim’s nose and mouth or pressing their gaseous ass or breast into the victim’s face.  Inhaling part of the mist devil’s gaseous form has a strong sedative effect.  Once the victim is subdued the mist devil surrounds them with her gaseous body and solidifies enough to support them.  She then fills their lungs with a strong aphrodisiac gas and manifests feeding tubes, which are used first to stimulate her prey to repeated ejaculations and then to drain their life energy* until all vital functions cease.

*I must apologise for the vagueness of this.  Truth is, we don’t know what causes her victims to die.  The bodies we’ve recovered show none of the massive fluid loss seen with other hindig victims, or any other sign of injury.  Somehow the mist devils use the moment of climax as a catalyst to enable them to draw the spark of life out of their victim.  I know it sounds unscientific, but I can’t think of a better way to explain it.

Countermeasures:
NOTE: THIS HINDIG IS COMPLETELY IMMUNE TO ALL PHYSICAL WEAPON ATTACKS.

This cannot be stressed strongly enough.  Currently we have absolutely nothing that harms these beings in the slightest.  If you see one, or are in an environment where you think one is present, get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

(I have a theory that a very strong wind might be enough to permanently disperse their gaseous forms.  The problem is how to generate strong enough air currents given the high failure rate of our machinery and explosives under H-space physical laws.)

Threat Level:
Moderate to High.

As stated above, WE CURRENTLY HAVE NOTHING THAT CAN RELIABLY HURT THEM.

Thankfully they appear to be quite rare and show no desire in engaging us in a concerted attack, otherwise their threat level would be considerably higher.

H-space MGB Story: Mist Devil

Guns don’t work.  No problem.  PFC Stewart Peter Bate carried a good old-fashioned saber.  So old-fashioned it looked like it had once been wielded by a cavalryman in the Civil War.  It hadn’t.  It wasn’t an antique but a functional replica of a Model 1860 Light Cavalry Saber.  The men had laughed at him for carrying it around, but he’d ended up with the last laugh, not that he took any pleasure from it.

The scientists thought the laws of physics here might be different to how they were back home, and might even vary from place to place.  That meant that whenever you pulled the trigger on a gun it was a crapshoot whether the gun fired or not.  That wasn’t the case with Bate’s trusty sword.  Good old steel didn’t rely on physics and chemistry.  If you stabbed something in the guts it stayed stabbed.

Bate looked up and wondered which way to go.  It was night, which was weird in itself.  Up until now he’d thought this place didn’t do night.  He was ankle deep in some kind of marsh and surrounded by brackish pools and long reeds.  Thick mist clung low to the ground in a ghostly blanket.  There was a strong odor in the air.  Given his surroundings he would have expected it to be the fetid reek of rotting vegetation.  Instead it was a reek of a different kind—like his nose was buried in the pussy of a hooker with hygiene issues.

Bate forged on.  It was what he was trained to do.

Ahead and to the left of him there was a disturbance in the ground fog.  Mist billowed up in a thick cloud and coalesced in the form of a pretty young woman with large, naked breasts.  She gave him an adorable smile and spread her arms as if she wanted to embrace him.

Bate wasn’t fooled.  He slashed at her with his trusty Model 1860.

The girl laughed and slid out of reach of his swing as if blown by an unseen wind.  She circled him and blew taunting air kisses.  Her slender, pale body was wreathed in billowing white clouds.

What was she—alien, ghost, wraith, demon?  Bate kept swinging at her with his saber and each time she smoothly glided out of range.

When Bate stopped slashing at her she squeezed her tits together and gave him lewd come-ons that were far too crude to hold any appeal for him.  All the while she hovered teasingly just out of range.

Bate feigned turning away and was able to catch her mid-taunt.  Not that it improved matters much—she was as insubstantial as the mist she appeared to be composed of.  Some of her misty body caught on his sword as it swished through her body.  It simply slid off and returned to the main mass after his saber came out the other side.  He’d cut her in half and all she did was smile at him as her two halves drifted back together and she reformed.

Screw this.

She was incorporeal, like a ghost.  If he couldn’t touch her then it meant she couldn’t touch him.  All this teasing and taunting was just an annoyance holding him up.  He turned his back on her and stomped away.

The apparition drifted after him.  She came up behind him and put gaseous hands over his nose and mouth.

“Breathe.  Breathe deep,” she whispered to him.

Bate knew that was a bad idea, but it was too late, he’d already been drawing in a breath when her hands smothered him.  He drew the misty substance of her body down into his lungs.  Once there, the drugs contained within her gaseous form were absorbed across into his bloodstream and spread out through his body.

Bate tried to hold his breath and force her off.  To no avail—she clung to him like a bad smell and his hands passed right through her incorporeal form.  The drugs in his system were already taking effect.  He felt duller... slower...

He took another breath without realizing, filling his lungs with more tainted air.

It wasn’t so bad.  It smelt like sweet perfume.

Bate’s legs buckled beneath him.

He didn’t fall all the way to the floor.  Her cloudy form had solidified enough for her to support his weight.  It was like dropping into a big pile of soft cushions.  The mist devil lay with him, with her misty hands still covering his mouth and nose.

Bate breathed in and the mist devil let him inhale a different drug.  This was a stronger perfume that excited his senses and caused his penis to become engorged with blood.

Other unseen hands had already unbuckled and pulled down Bate’s trousers.  His erection rose unconstrained.  Not that it was visible.  His groin and most of his lower body were buried in drifts of fluffy white clouds.

“I’m so empty,” the mist devil whispered in his ear.  “Please fill me.”

Her breath tickled his earlobe.  Within the clouds covering his genitals it felt like many warm mouths were at work.  They blew on his cock and balls... licked them... sucked.  Bate shivered in pleasure as his cock was drawn up into a tight, warm tunnel with velvet-soft walls.

“Fill me with your life and energy,” the mist devil breathed in his ear.  “I’ll make you feel so nice.”

Bate inhaled more of her drugged gas.  A pleasant buzz spread through his body and sent tingling fingers down to tickle his balls.  The clouds pulsed and throbbed around his groin, stroked and tickled.  Feather-light caresses brushed up his shaft, as light as mist and yet sensation enough to stroke him all the way to release.

He sighed into her smothering hands and his body bucked as he emptied a thick load of cum into the opaque fog wreathing his crotch.  The mist devil sighed her own pleasure.  The clouds thickened around Bate’s sex.  It was no longer feather-light strokes, but firm grips and lusty tugs.

Bate’s cock continued to throb as he expelled more bolts of semen.  They were drawn from him as if gulped down by a hungry gullet.  Dimly, he became aware there was something in the fog smothering his genitals.  He saw a knotted tube, pale like an underground-dwelling worm.  Bulges travelled down it and into the clouds he lay upon.  Each bulge came after a blissful eruption from Bate’s throbbing member.

“Don’t concern yourself with that.”  The mist devil tilted his head so he was staring into her pale, ethereally beautiful face.  “Inhale, and then release it all in me.”

Bate breathed in more of her perfumed gas and his perturbation melted away.  He relaxed back into her soft form and smiled as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

The throbbing bulges at his crotch grew larger as Bate grew weaker and colder, until finally, his vitality fully drained, the mist devil let his body fall onto the reeds and sodden mire.  She rose and left his cooling corpse behind as she drifted off in search of fresh prey.

Introducing the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary

...or as it will more likely be known—the really really grimdark book of sexy monster girls.

I like creating weird and wonderful monsters.  I’ve always wanted to create a monster bestiary.  This year I decided to start putting one together.  Kenkou Cross’s Monster Girl Encyclopedia is incredibly popular online after all.  I’m envisioning the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary (which we’ll abbreviate to MGB from here on—that combination of letters is still unused as far as I’m aware) as a sort of Western equivalent, with a heavy emphasis on sort of.

KC’s MGE is excellent.  As is Monster Girl Quest and Okayado’s Everyday MonsterGirls (known as Monster Musume in the West).  What I don’t want to do is simply copy them.  Yeah, I’d be creating something that was in English, but it’s not as if those works aren’t heavily translated already.   I already have my own slant on sexy monster girls and succubi in my fiction, so it would make sense to draw on that.  My take will likely be a little darker.  I’ve seen criticisms pop up on monster girl discussion threads from time to time that the MGE and EMG universes can be a little too light and fluffy.  Some people like their bad girls and bad ends to be bad.  Well that’s something I can do!

(As an aside, there is no ‘right’ interpretation here.  Some people like their sexy, evil demonesses sexy and evil, and others like their cute monster girls to take them home for Sexy-Snu-Snu Ever After.  Both are fine.  The MGE (mostly) does the latter.  For the MGB I thought I’d do the former.)

(As another aside.  If someone likes one of the H-space monster girls, but would rather they didn’t do the awful things that will inevitably happen in the final paragraph, feel free to imagine—or even write fiction about—them doing nicer things instead.  I don’t really care much for arguments on what is or isn’t canon.  I’ll probably be writing about the deliciously twisted and evil ones because horror-head needs to be let out of his cage to play now and again, but that doesn’t mean the nicer ones don’t exist.  Have fun however you see fit.)

(Which brings me to the last silly aside.  I’d love to see people have fun with this.  Both MGE and MGQ have generated tons of fanart and fanfiction all over the internet.  I’m hoping my H-space Monster Girl Bestiary will give those communities some new toys to play with.  Of course, this is also up to me to create toys people want to play with!)

What form will this take?

A short short story (1000-1500ish words) of the sexy (maybe) monster girl doing her ‘thing’ followed by a short profile summarising what she looks like and what her ‘thing’ is.  The plan is for a new one every week.  If I get behind, or find I need a breather, I’ve got a few pre-existing H-space stories I can create profiles from.  Or post fragments from if the story happens to be one of my eBook exclusives (expect much shilling of my own books those weeks – horror-erotica writers, even the crazy ones, gotta eat).

So no artwork?

Nope, sadly.  My art skills have atrophied to point of uselessness.  The short stories will give detailed (and extremely graphic!) scenes of the monster girls in action, but I know they won’t have the immediacy or going-viral potential of sexy illustrations.  Creators have to stick to their strengths and mine is words rather than line and ink.  Actually, I’m kind of hoping this takes off enough for people to start rattling off their own fanart, but again that’s largely down to me coming up with designs that fire people’s imaginations.  (to be honest, I’ve not got a good track record here—the only artwork I’ve ever seen related to my work was a fairly bad picture of Verdé, and the artist only did it because they thought the author was someone else.  sigh).

It’s not all doom’n’gloom.  If the bestiary is going well and I get a good royalty cheque one month I might see if I can get some artwork commissioned to see if that will help with promotion.

Why H-space?

H-space is my goto setting if I want to write about something too weird to fit in a conventional modern day setting.  It didn’t start off as my first choice.  I knew I wanted to write a series of super shorts about various weird and sexy monster girls.  One idea was to create a brand new story setting using a character I’d created for a forthcoming Sandwiched by story (I haven’t forgotten about that series).  Then I thought about setting it in a generic fantasy world with the plan of maybe incorporating it into a game idea.  In fact, the story coming out tomorrow had a different protagonist at one point.  I didn’t like this as I wanted something to distinguish it from the fantasy settings used in the MGE and almost every monster girl RPG.

(Again, no criticism of these settings.  I just didn’t want to do the same re-tread as everyone else.)

H-space seemed like the best fit for new weird and sexy monster girls.  I’ve already used it a few times in previous stories.  Those stories tend to be a little darker than my other tales and after seeing comments from people wanting to see badder Bad End monster girls I thought there was a good opportunity to do something slightly different to the existing popular monster girl universes, and that H-space would be a good setting to use.  Plus, I really like my horror and this seemed like a chance to let horror-head out of the cage to create some crazy shit.

Setting it in H-space also opens up the possibility of a few sneaky continuity tricks.  These might be short short stories, but there will still be hints of a larger story arc, exactly the same as what some of you might have spotted with my other fiction.

Why not the Succubus Summoning universe?

I was three stories in when the same question occurred to me.  This project could just have as easily been Ye Olde Magikal Grimoire of Monster Girls of Questionable Morality.  Maybe that’s something we’ll see next year after I’ve got the Succubus Summoning series back on track again (It.  Will.  Happen.  I fucked up the end of 2014 and fucked up 2015.  2016 is NOT going to go the same way.)

Obviously, that will be lighter and fluffi... wait... the daemons eat the students fairly regularly in that universe as well.  Funnier, maybe...?

(and there’s the potential to play even more games with continuity, especially when some of the monster girls start to look a little familiar... ;) )

Is this going to affect your other writing?

Not really.  The stories and profiles are short enough to slot in alongside whatever bigger projects I’m working on at the time.  Actually, because the short stories are so short, they make great ‘breather’ activities for those times when I need to take a break from banging my head against the wall trying to make a bigger story/novella/novel work.

They also serve as a useful extension of my ideas file.  There’s been a lot of times over the past years when the idea for a hawt monster girl sex scene has come to me, but I haven’t had a chance to write it down either because the rest of the story idea hasn’t fallen into place, or I was too busy writing something else.  Then the idea ends up being forgotten, or I’ll jot it down as a series of notes and then come back to them three years later and be unable to recall the initial hawtness that made me want to write the story in the first place.

Writing a thousand or so words is still a relatively low investment and is a much better way of preserving the original idea.  I can then reuse them at a later date as part of a more fleshed out story or chapter.

Will this be another one of those hare-brained schemes that fizzle out in a week or so?

Yeah, fair comment, 2015 was not the best on that front.

The H-space MGB will be a little more robust.  For starters, I already have a few stories stocked up.  Originally I wanted to copy a challenge of writing a story a day for a month as I’d seen MGExaminer do it on the MGU forum and it seemed like fun.  I had a few ideas and hammered out five in one week over the Christmas break.  Since then I’ve been writing a few more here and there whenever something else has stalled.  I have a buffer and keeping to a much more manageable weekly schedule (rather than attempting the daily schedule madness that wrecked me for parts of last year) should make it easier for this to settle into a regular feature.

This, of course, is dependent on the H-space Bestiary being good.  Some ideas might seem good at the time, but they don’t always pan out.  If it’s not working out and the interest isn’t there, I’ll give the thing a quiet burial and move on.

(Although I’ll probably keep writing the scene fragments for my ideas file.  I’m amazed I didn’t think of doing it this way sooner.)

Anyway, there’s your introduction to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary.  If you have any further questions, stick ‘em in the comments below.

The first story will be posted tomorrow and the profile will follow on Friday.

(and to answer one question I know plenty of people want to ask.  I’m still trying with the next chapter of Succubus Summoning.  After the various fuck ups of 2014 and 2015 I’m not going to get people’s hopes up until I actually get something written down.  I’ll let you know as soon as I break through that block and get Phil’s adventures restarted again.)

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


“No, but I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now me, I don’t mind a little bit of conflict.”

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

“How about you?”

Boo looked away.  “No,” she said.

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

“I relinquish my claim.  He’s yours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


to be continued, or concluded (depending on how much fun Nÿte decides to have)...

A couple of months back I mentioned I had an idea for a third entrant for Literotica's Halloween contest, but that the ending didn't work for an erotica story.  Well, "A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar" was that story and this was the ending as originally planned.  For a horror or normal short story, I think it's a fine point to end the story.  Nÿte has a perversely honourable streak, she's doing a favour for a friend, at this point it's implied she's going to fuck Devin's brains out until the sun comes up and then leave, and it can be left to reader's imagination exactly what kinky fun they get up to.  For other types of story that's fine.  For erotica, however, you can't show the sizzle and not serve up the steak.  I think a lot of you out there would be quite disappointed if I showed you Nÿte but didn't give her any scenes.  So, to avoid any disappointment, next week we'll have Nÿte getting her kink on.

(please don't break all his bones, tear him to pieces, or rip his soul out)

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6


A devil was on top of him.

His dick was inside her.

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

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

“Get off!”

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

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

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

“Mmm, better,” Boo murmured as Devin’s struggles ceased.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, you can’t hold back much longer.  I can feel it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought Carny said you weren’t to go after me,” Devin wheezed.

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

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

“No, but I do.”

The voice came out of the corner of the room.  Devin looked over and saw there was another devil woman in the room.  She was casually sitting in his chair and watching them.


Okay, so I lied last week.  We're not done yet.  To be continued...

New Monster Girl Thingy Demo from Toro Toro Resistance

Toro Toro Resistance (とろとろレジスタンス) is the person(s?) responsible for the excellent Monster Girl Quest series of games.  You might remember them - I spent a couple of months earlier this year blogging a full playthrough of the most recent, Monster Girl Quest: Paradox!  For the last couple of months on their blog they've been posting screenshots and tidbits from another project.  Today more info went up on their website, including a link to a trial version.

No idea what the exact title of this is.

As for what this is, I don't think it's a game with the same complexity as MGQ:P.  From a brief look at the demo it appears to be a series of scenarios organised using the same encyclopaedia UI and engine from the original Monster Girl Quest.

She's probably going to eat us...

There are two monster girls with brand new artwork - a Sea Anemone Girl and a Blue Slime Girl.  Both are straight Bad End scenes with various H-artwork.  The only player interaction is a "Choose You Own Bad End" option from the Sea Anemone Girl.  From the website it sounds like the finished product will have 33 different encounters.  I look forward to seeing what warped sexiness Toro Toro Resistance throws at us next.

Blue slime girls are a little friendlier... sometimes...

New here?  Like what you saw in Toro Toro Resistance's demo?  Maybe I can interest you in an English language short story take on a Sea Anemone Girl and a Slime Girl.

(this might be the only time I get to match and possibly outsquick something put out by Toro Toro Resistance :) )

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

“Let’s fuck,” she said in breathy whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fog cleared.

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

A devil was on top of him.

His dick was inside her.

Oh Boo, couldn't you have been one of the nice ones.  Oh well, to be concluded...