A Loyal Untrustworthy Demon: Part 0

How’d did 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 then that. After every one left, as Sarah laid in bed in the dark of the night, she felt it. Felt something watching her. Heart pounding, mouth drying she reached out to turn the light on. But the light never came, even as she flicked the switch the light wouldn’t turn on. “Come on, come on!” Sarah whispered trying to hide under the covers like a child. She knew something was out there, something in her house, something in her room. It stood at the end of her bed, looming over her, watching her. She flicked the switch again and again, desperate for the light to banish the dark. But the light never came. “No…” she breathed wishing to wake up, she begged to wake from the nightmare. But part of her wondered if she was even dreaming.

Then Sarah felt it, something stepped on her bed, sinking her mattress. She gasped covering herself, hoping that her 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 she bit her lip, her finger trying to wake up, trying to break this nightmare. But even with blood it wouldn’t break, only as it climb over her and stopped looming above her, did she realise. This wasn’t a dream.

Shaking, quaking, Sarah muffled her breathing hoping to hide. But she could hear its breathing, feel it lean down right over her ear. Wake up, wake up, wake up! She pleaded. As she felt hot breath, blowing against her face. 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 it, tugging at her blankets. She gripped tighter, but the thing would be denied. It pulled the covers from her, dragging her into the cold cruel night. Eye shut tightly she scrunched up whimpering. Please… someone… anyone… With a whoosh the blankets were ripped from her bed, leaving her exposed. Whimpering louder she wished it to be over, for it to just do whatever it wanted.

Heart pounding, Sarah waited in cold exposed darkness 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. Her mind raced with horrid bestial terrifying creatures, each one more terrible then the last. Soon the finger returned, this time tracing down her side. After a few moments she heard it, the sound of fabric ripping.
Once more she gasped, as her top was slowly pulled off her. Unable to resist she cried into her hands. Then she felt it, a warm wet tongue licking up her neck.

“Mm. Tasty…” it moaned.

Sarah froze. Its… human? She wondered. Worse it sounded female. Her heart fluttered, 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 turned 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 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.

The thing, the woman blinked and she found herself back in her room. Panting, covered in sweat she felt so hot. Then she saw it, the woman’s face, illuminated by her eyes. 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, Sarah couldn’t think of anything else. So… beautiful… she couldn’t resist and slowly, so very slowly she lent up. Inch by inch, and touched those lips to hers. She couldn’t stop herself; she didn’t want to stop. They weren’t just thick, they was warm. A hand gently grabbed the side of her head, stroking her check as the other drifted down, tracing along her exposed skin all the way to her…
She pulled back gasping. “S-sto-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 burning eyes flickered and rolled, being filled with bright pink flames.
Sarah gasped her gaze being drawn once more into those eyes. This time, the flames rubbed her, squeezed her. The heat was unlike before, deeper and warmer penetrating her body and mind. But it wasn’t just the heat, the flames danced in such beautiful and wondrous patterns. It was almost like it was alive. The flames soon rolled into shapes, forms of woman dancing, kissing, embracing. In no time dozens, hundreds of flaming women rolled and writhed around her in an orgy of heat. One such form, far more beautiful than the rest formed before her. Crawling to her, her wide hips swaying her big tits dangling.

Sarah opened her legs, laid back as the flame crawled atop her. She moaned feeling those breasts dragging on her body, as a tongue lapped up her form ending at her chin. She moaned, smiling looking up at the flame, licking her lips she grabbed it with hands and legs pulling it deep into an embrace. She fell into the flames, into an orgy without end without…

Sarah cried out sitting up, panting covered in sweat. Gasping she looked around, it was dawn, light was beginning to shine through her curtains. Moving her hair form her face she looked down seeing she was still clothes, still under covers. Licking her lips, swallowing several times she slowed her breathing realising what had happened. “Fuck…” she fell back down. What a dream… She’d never had such a vivid dream before. Such an erotic dream. About women. Her breathing turned to chuckling. I need to get laid… idly she reached down to her crotch. Such a wild dream she wondered if she had a wet dream. But with how much she was sweating it was hard to tell.

Sighing, Sarah rolled over. Though it was day it wasn’t time to get up yet. As she did however, she noticed something standing in the corner of the room. Startled she sat up eyes wide, mouth welded shut. 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.