1 comments/ 19177 views/ 0 favorites A Dance With The Devil By: AGrownAzzMan She would be home soon. He always liked that time. The anticipation of it brought a smile to the corners of his mouth. She would be climbing out of the super size SUV she insisted on driving. Looking very prim in her man-cut uniform. He always wondered what the men of Engine Company 304 would say if they knew what he knew. Under that blue cotton uniform was a purple lace bra that held those perfect 36D’s in place. And then the matching thong, splitting that beautiful, round, ass just right. Yes she was an undercover freak, his undercover freak. With a smile he thought back to the night they met… It had been quite a wild ride since he spotted her in the crowd at Lucy Florence on a warm Tuesday evening. Poetry readings were always a great place to meet women. Something about a woman with an appreciation for words was very attractive to him. That night as she sat with her girlfriends, there was not hint of the dangerous occupation the kept her from him for days at a time. All he saw was the beautiful, caramel skin the long dark hair and those almond shaped eyes that seemed to look right into his soul. They made eye contact and flirted at a distance for a time until she rose from her seat. Tall, slim yet curvy, she started to walk in his direction. He thought she was headed for the ladies room until she was at his elbow smiling “hello”. Close, so close he could smell his favorite fragrance, Angel. Somehow it was different and even more alluring on her. “Is that seat taken?” She wore a silk, plum-colored blouse, deliciously sheer, unbuttoned to reveal just a hint of a dark purple silk bra and her ample cleavage. Unbelted faded jeans hugged her ass like a second skin. As she greeted him with a sweetly nervous smile he worked to avoid staring at both taut nipples protruding through the thin material of her top. “It is now,” he answered, thanking the coochie gods he had chosen to come alone. “I’m Jason,” he said as he extended his hand. “Rhonda” she replied while taking it. And at just that moment, as their flesh first touched, a slight spark jumped between the two. “Static electricity”, he said easily “happens a lot this time of year”. Or was it? “So, what brings a man like you out here alone?” Rhonda asked. “Are you a poet?” He smiled and replied, “and I don’t even know it.” They shared a laugh at the childish pun. He explained that he dabbled in writing short stories and poetry but not the kind usually presented at the coffee shop. Maybe he would let her read some, someday. “Do you write?” he asked. She explained that she had come with some girlfriends just to take in the atmosphere and “get out of the house” for a while. “Same for me” he told her, ”Nice place to be on a Tuesday, especially tonight”. After a little more small talk and a couple of mocha lattes they decided to take a walk around the small Afro-Centric village that served as the home for the coffee house. By then he knew that there was something different about her, but could not quite put his finger on it. “So when do I get to read some of these stories?” Rhonda asked. “How about now?” he answered. “Are you trying to get me over to your place?” she asked. “Yes” came the response. “Good” she said, “just be careful. Didn't your mama tell you? Never dance with the devil. It may be what you’re craving for”. So they came to be sitting in his comfortable den, listening to smooth jazz, sipping wine, while she read some of his latest work on the computer and he watched her. No doubt about it, he was good. As she began to read she could feel it. It wasn’t the wine or the music or even the smell of him. It was the words that jumped from the screen and made her nipples swell, made her start to squirm slightly in her seat. She could feel the warmth in her loins, her thong beginning to moisten. There was just a little extra glow on her upper lip as she read his words. “You didn’t tell me these were so, erotic” she breathed softly. He had seen it before. Women always looked at him a little differently after they read him, after they learned his depth. For her part she knew what she wanted. She knew she would taste him. There, then. She wanted to taste his mind, massage his body, to rub and stroke his soul. And if he knew how to handle himself she just might let him come inside, where few were permitted. “You my be good with words Mr. Writer-man, but sit back cause I’m about to put on a show.” She stood up close to him, pushed him into the chair she had just vacated, then backed away and put her hand on her blouse to unbutton it, circling with a finger the silhouette of an erect nipple in the opaque cup of her bra, her eyes half-closed as she drank in the sensation. “I’m going to strip for you” she said with a devilish glint in her almond shaped eyes, “and if you’re good we will see what comes after that.” She so loved to be in control. She removed the blouse and let it drop to the floor to reveal her thin bra and ample breasts. She was basking in his attention, his eyes feasting on her revealed flesh. With a snap she undid her front-clasp bra and then turned back, still covering her breasts from his eyes with two fingers holding the bra in place. “You are gorgeous,” He said, as his fingers began to knead the head of his dick, still horizontally squashed in his black jeans. Keeping her eyes locked on his she unbuttoned the fly on her 501’s with one hand as she let her bra fall to either side of her breasts. Her breasts had always been her best feature. Round, gravity-defying breasts, 36D’s, that stood out from her chest as if they were still supported. Caramel in color with perfectly round areola, the nipples were already at attention and caused him to let out a small moan as he licked his lips. “My god you have a fucking perfect body” he told her, emphasizing the word ‘fucking’ as she blushed from the compliment. She knew she had great tits and loved the praise. Her unzipped jeans revealed the top of her matching thong. Now she smiled confidently, touching her tongue to her upper lip and teeth, and turned away after finally letting her bra drop to the floor. Fully topless, her hands slipped inside her jeans as she began to push them off of her hips to reveal her perfectly formed ass. The tiny thong could not hide the beautiful round cheeks that in the center fell into a deep crack that began as a dainty crease above her panty line and obviously widened as it descended to her pussy. She pulled on the thong as her jeans fell to her knees and then her ankles. She stepped out of them to reveal heaven on earth, the most stunning butt he had ever seen in the flesh. She turned to face him as her fingers glided across her stomach and down to stroke suggestively just at the top of her slit, her eyes heavy lidded and staring straight through him, betraying her escalating desire. She stepped forward, lifted one foot and placed it on the edge of his chair, wiggling her toes as they slid just under his balls, and asked him to remove her anklet. As he did he noticed the growing damp circle in the crotch of her purple thong that now had far eclipsed its point of origin and inhaled her aroma. He handed the anklet to her, and she teasingly held open the waist of the thong and dropped in the anklet, then returned her foot to the floor. Her fingers went to her mound as she smiled and clenched together her legs. She knew she had him now. He was so damned aroused that he could barely think straight. He dropped to one knee, now barely able to contain the impulse to pull her down and unceremoniously fuck her right there on the floor. Starting at her knees he slid a hand between her thighs, making circles as it climbed toward its prize. She obligingly parted her legs and returned one foot to the seat of the chair, as his fingers came to rest on the underside of her pussy now so close to his mouth. He traced the smooth and hairless skin under the edge of her thong. Reaching one finger inside, she shivered as link by link he drew out the anklet wet with her desire, feeling her distended lips on the backs of his hand. He dropped the anklet on the table and then savored her juices by rubbing his finger on his lips. After caressing the length of each leg he softly kissed all over the bare part of her ass, making sure as to avoid touching her luscious and inviting crack. He blew warm breath through her thong and into her pussy and the crack of her ass as he dragged his nails up and down the backs of her legs. He gently pulled upward on the thong straps forcing the thin back material deeper into the crack of her ass then flicked his tongue up and down the newly revealed landscape of her lips. The tang of her ass and pussy really began to get under his skin as he traced the outermost ridge of her crack with his tongue, painting a thin line on the circle of darker, hairless skin that formed the outermost edge of her hot wet slit, still hidden and awaiting attention. Then suddenly the tables were turned. Seriously determined she said “your turn to strip Mr. Writer-man. I can’t wait to see you.” He sat and took off his shoes and socks, and then stood and removed his shit to reveal his 6’2”, 230 lb frame. As he took off his belt and she said, “stop. Come here.” She pulled him close and while placing a massaging hand on his crotch to finally feel his manhood, proceeded to suck his nipples, one after the other. She undid the button on his jeans and unzipped his fly, finally running her fingers through his pubic hair. “Mmmm, go on,” she said. First he took off his pants stopping at his boxer briefs with his firm dick bulging through the material and reached in to stroke himself, drawing out the suspense. She never looked him in the eye this whole time, instead focusing her attention on his crotch and legs. He finally removed the underwear to reveal his dick, eight, thick circumcised inches curving gently to a head that is larger proportionally than the shaft. She noticed right away that it was much darker in color then the rest of his body, looking like it was formed of dark Godiva chocolate. He stroked himself a bit longer, pulsing from excitement, looking at her now laying there on the rug, her legs spread as her finger ran up and down her wet slit, still partially hidden by the thong. At that moment he spoke for the first time in a long while. “So tell me something, what are your limits, sexually?” he asked. “Baby I really have no limits” she replied confidently. “I don't do two men…that's about the only thing… I'm very picky who I let enter me. That is not a play area for all. Tonight, I just want to taste you and maybe let you taste me. Can you handle that?” At that moment she could have had him to agree to anything. “ I want to taste you first, he said firmly.” No way she was going to argue with that. She was about to explode anyway. He stretched her out and prepared for his desert as he hooked his thumbs under the band of her thong and pulled it away from her. She lay back on the rug as he slid his hand down her body. He dragged his hand down her stomach and over her smooth, hairless pussy. "You shave??" he asked her. He could feel the heat in her body rise with the answer. "At least twice a week." He kissed down the smooth skin and opened her swollen lips with his fingers. He softly blew air on her before lowering his head and licking across the surface of her cleft and lips. She gyrated her hips towards him before he pressed his face into her dripping wet pussy. “Damn baby, you taste soooo good!” His tongue slid into her and she raised her hips to open her pussy to him even more. He liked to take is time and gently licked her clitoris and swollen lips, slowly moving his head from side to side. He slid two of his fingers into her, pumping in and out of her. Then added another while licking and gently biting her clitoris. She raised her backside off the floor as he licked down to her puckered brown asshole and sent his tongue exploring there. She tasted like heavy sweet cream as he sent his tongue deep inside her warmth. Her breathing came more rapidly as the combination of his tongue and fingers created waves of pleasure rushing her to orgasm. He seemed to know just when to stop, each time bringing her close then slowing. “Don’t tease me babe, I need to cum in your mouth now!” When she came, she moaned loudly and only then did he remove his fingers. She could feel him licking and sucking her cum into his mouth. She wished she had warned him about her squirting orgasms but he didn’t seem surprised. “Oh baby, that was a real moan-gasm” she said breathlessly. She lay there for a few minutes catching her breath as he watched. After she recovered, she pushed him on his back and knelt between his legs. “I want you to feed me your dick” she said, “let me taste it right now”. She took his already aroused 8- inch dick in her hand. She licked the tip while pulling air into her mouth around the head then slowly licked around it as she steadily brought it into her mouth. She sucked on him with slow, steady back and forth motions while she stroked it with her tongue and moaned softly. The taste was delicious and she could feel the tiny pre-cum drops hitting her tongue. She sucked harder and felt him release her hair from the clip and run his hands through it. His legs started to shake with the first sign of orgasm and she squeezed the dick at its base to slow him down. She remembered how many times he brought her to the edge and now it was her turn. She held his rigid dick in her hand and stroked it while she licked and sucked on his balls and the tender flesh between them and his asshole. He began to moan and she said yeah baby, “all around the world” just as she snaked her tongue into the crevice of his ass. Now she had him. He was squirming and shivering. Only then did she return to his shaft. She sucked him in with slow, steady, back and forth motions taking it a little deeper each time, surprising herself with how much she could fit. It was only moments before he exploded in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his tip as she swallowed his cum in hungry gulps. Her arms were resting on his thighs now and she continued to suck on him, slurping at the wetness there. She stopped only after he had spent himself in her mouth four or five more times. Slowly sliding him out of her mouth, she licked away the remaining drops. He said, “save me some” and only then did they kiss for the first time. Yes, that was some first night and she would be home soon… AGAM/2004 A Dance with the Devil Dan ran down the sidewalk effortlessly, dodging people as he went. Being chased was nothing new. It was a hazard of life for a thief. He wasn't much worried about being caught. Once he was clear of all the people on the busy street, he could and would outdistance anything and anyone. Bio assistance was a necessity in his line of work. He reached the corner and made a left. The street was empty. His speed nearly doubled and he was at the entrance to an alley in seconds. He made another left to double back on the people chasing him and slowed. The alley was a dead end. Stopping in confusion, he mentally went back over the map in his head. He was where he should be all right but the alley had changed. Two days before it had been open, now there was a brick wall across it. A wooden door in that wall was the only way out. Going back was not an option. All his carefully laid plans were beyond that wall. He tried the door. It was locked of course, but for a thief, locks were just an inconvenience. He had it picked and was through it in a few seconds. The room he entered was dark, damp, and warm. It took only a few seconds for his night vision to kick in and then he froze. A woman was standing across the room from him. A beautiful woman at that, tall, slender, and nude. Well, almost anyway. Soft knee-high leather boots, a harness with straps over her shoulders and across her chest, above and below her breasts. Leather cords were tied on each bicep and thigh. Strands of the cord hung down at each point and had metal ends. Two long handles with silver balls on the ends showed one above each shoulder. As Dan watched, the woman reached up and pulled on one of the handles with both hands. A thin metal blade appeared that was as long as the handle. It was a sword. Dan reached for the doorknob behind him. It wasn't there, even when he felt around and to either sides of his body. The door was not there either. A nude woman was fine with him but a nude woman with a sword was not. No weapons were allowed on this world and he thought it was a very good rule. He took several quick glances behind him. The door wasn't there and the wall was not brick any longer, it was solid rock. Ok, that was enough; he did not want to play this game any longer, especially when someone kept changing the rules and the playing field. Who, what, when, where, and what the fuck, kept floating around in his mind but Dan didn't say anything. The woman had drawn the sword but had not moved. She held the handle between her breasts with both hands, the blade pointing up and the edge away from her face. If she didn't move or say anything, then he wasn't about to. Women with knives were dangerous. Women with big, very sharp looking swords were worse than that. He might be crazy but he wasn't anyone's fool. There was still the possibility that she did not know where he was. All bets were off as a sudden blaze of light knocked his eyes off line. ***** About the time Dan could see again, the woman spoke. "If you want to live, you need to stand close behind me so the light shield will protect you also." "What?" Dan asked in confusion. "Come stand close up behind me and hurry." "Uh, if you say so." Dan replied as he hurried over to stand behind the woman. As he moved in close behind her, the light that was covering her body expanded to cover his. That answered that question. Now, if he only had any idea about the staying alive part, he would be a happy camper. Staying alive was high on his list of things to do. The longer he stood there, the warmer it got and not just because of the fine naked ass pressed to the front of his pants. It was warm enough that he had sweat popping out on his forehead and running down his face. "Can you turn the heat down or the air conditioning on?" He asked jokingly. "It's the shield and our coming visitor. You have far to many clothes on." She replied in a whisper. "Now be quiet so I can hear." Dan upped the range on his hearing and listened for a few seconds. He heard nothing except their breathing and heartbeats. He was also growing hotter so he slipped off his jacket. That helped a little but he could feel the perspiration on his chest and back as a tickling sensation. He unbuttoned his shirt. Ten minutes went by and Dan was about to melt from the heat. He removed his shirt. He still had not heard anything but the woman seemed to be listening intently. He could see beads of sweat coursing slowly down her body and felt the same on his. He had the urge to put his hands on the slick, shiny, tempting skin in front of him. Visions of her sword mangling his body held him in check. If he didn't have his pants on, his hard ridged manhood would be between her luscious ass cheeks. He wondered what she would think of that. Visions of that sword and his manhood made him shiver. He studied the sword scabbards crossed on her back. Men and women in assorted sexual positions adorned them. She wasn't a prude if she wore stuff like that. Her being naked and not trying to cover up had already told him that. He hadn't seen any hair on her sex and the sides of her head was shaved. It was a strange haircut. There was a stiff three-inch tall by two inch wide Mohawk down the center of her head, but the back was full and long. The hair in back was braided and down to her waist. Strange, very strange. She definitely was not from any place he knew of. He had traveled extensively in the galaxy and her mode of dress and weapons fit nowhere. Other than her muscular physic, she could have been from anywhere, except for the hairstyle that is. A hint of sulfur in the air and a building pressure drew his attention away from the woman. A dull red glow was forming across the room from where they stood. Maybe room wasn't the right word. They were in what looked more like a very large cave but the floor was paved with blocks of stone. "Be ready to move with me," the woman whispered. "Uh, how will I know when and where?" Dan asked in the same type whisper. "Put your hands on my hips, I'll try and give you a signal but you'll have to be quick." Dan put his hands on her hips. As he did, he noticed his hands were shaking. Was it fear of the unknown or the thought of touching the woman? He never had time to find an answer. The red glow burst into a brilliant red light and they were moving. The woman backed up several steps, pushing Dan as she went. There was something forming in the red light and it didn't look good. In fact, it look like hell, a demon at the very least and the devil at the worse. Whichever, it was big and nasty looking. Folklore devils and demons vary greatly from planet to planet and culture to culture. This one was red with black wings. The face was humanoid but wide at the brow and narrow at the chin. Two large curved horns were at the hairline but there wasn't any hair, just slick black skin. The body was powerful looking and twice his size. Dan's first thought was flight but the thought of the woman facing this thing alone, rooted him to the spot. He almost missed the cue when she took a slow step to the right. She twitched her hip and moved the other way. She gave him hip cues for all four directions and then said, "It's us or him. We can't let him leave this place." Dan thought a moment and then asked, "Uh, can I borrow that other sword of yours, I'm feeling kind of defenseless, if you know what I mean." "Do you know how to use it?" "Not really but I can be a damned fast learner when I have to be." "For right now, just follow me and lend me your energy." The woman answered. "If things go wrong for me then it is yours and may the Gods have mercy on us both." Before Dan could reply the thing across the room roared and then said in a deep rumbling voice, "Clear out humans. I will have my freedom and there is nothing you can do to stop me." "You will not pass!" The woman replied. "Then prepare to die a fearsome death." The creature said as it raised its massive arms and flexed its fingers. Talons, six inches long were at each fingertip. "Are those his only weapons?" Dan asked hopefully. "That, and fire, and the ability to fly. He's also faster than he looks, much faster." "I had to ask," Dan whispered to himself sarcastically. "Get ready," the woman whispered, "It's time to dance with the devil." The creature in question made circles with his left hand and a ball of molten rock appeared in it. His arm moved in a blur and the ball was a fiery streak as it came their way. They dodged right and then back left as a second ball followed the first. As the second fireball passed, the woman darted forward, her blade sang and the demon screamed as she opened a long cut down his left arm. The creature took a swing at them with his right arm but missed by the barest of inches. As they moved away, the woman shouted, "Return to your rightful place!" "You do not order me!" the Devil replied. The woman darted right and then left, the blade sang and a long cut appeared across the devils chest. With a roar, he swiped at the woman but only got another cut on his left arm. "I said return to your place." The Devil raised his wings high and with a powerful stroke swept them forward. The force of the hot wind moved the two humans back half a step. The thick smell of sulfur made Dan gag. The Devil advanced, his wings flapping powerfully and fireball flew from both hands. Dan and the woman slowly fell back from the powerful gusts and dodging the molten rock. Once the woman ducked and Dan almost didn't follow quick enough. The searing heat from the fireball singed his hair. "Oh shit!" Dan yelled as he slapped at his smoldering hair. With his hands off the woman's hips, she zigged and he zagged. Part of the right side of his body exited the force field. There was blistering heat on his right arm and shoulder, his pants leg burst into flames. Dan jerked back inside the pale blue glow and danced around as he quickly removed his pants. Luckily, the baggy legs came off over his running shoes easily. He pressed his body back to the young woman and grabbed her hips. He was surprised to find that he still had a hard-on. The woman jerked at the feel of his manhood pressed between her slick ass cheeks. Then she pressed back even tighter against him, his dick moving farther between her slippery cheeks. The fireballs were coming at a slower rate. "That should increase my energy," the woman whispered as she wiggled her ass slowly from side to side. "Uh.... Ok," Dan whispered back. "Sexual energy is good energy. Devils and Demons don't like it. It eats into their power." "I'll remember that," Dan said as he flexed his hips, his dick sliding easily between the woman's satiny cheeks. The devil seemed to pause a second, the force of his wings not quite so sharp and powerful. The woman darted forward and a large slit appeared in the Devils right wing. She danced left and a slit appeared in the left wing. They dodged a swipe of the Devils left hand. The sword sang and left a deep cut across the wrist and the back of his hand. With a roar, the devil took a step back. The woman whirled the sword above her head and then moved forward and down to land a cut across the front of both thighs. Dan grinned and then winced; the cuts were only inches from the head of the Devils long thick dick. The Devil screamed and took a step back. "Return to your place!" the woman yelled. She got a fireball as a reply. "We need more energy," she said to Dan. "We have him retreating." With a grin, Dan moved his hips back. Using one hand, he guided his dick down and pressed the head between the woman's upper thighs. They were nearly the same height so his dick slid easily between her legs and pressed tightly to the heat of her sex. A shiver ran up and down the woman's body and her thighs clasped tightly together. With a soft moan she whispered, "You are a smarter partner than I originally thought you would be." "Horny, is probably a better word," Dan muttered as he worked his hips back and forth slowly. The woman moaned softly and then signaled a move. Left, right, left. Gaps appeared in both wings and a deep cut to the upper right bicep were the result. Instead of moving away, the woman moved farther right and slashed down behind the devil with the sword. The devil screamed and jerked away, not even bothering to attack. Something wiggled and twisted on the stone floor. It was several feet of the Devils tail. The horn barb at the end of it making a clicking sound against the stone as it moved. "That's one less weapon," the woman said as they moved back to the left. "That's got to hurt," Dan whispered. "It'll grow back but it'll take a while," the woman said as her hips worked back and forth moving Dan's trapped dick against her hot slippery sex. "Damn, that feels heavenly." "I don't think the light shield is working as well down there," Dan said jokingly as he spanked his hips against her ass solidly. The woman shivered and then moaned softly. "What do you think is powering the light shield?" Before he could answer, she came up on her toes and rolled her ass back. Dan's dick rammed home in her sopping wet pussy in one thrust. Dan groaned loudly as the fiery heat of her sex sheathed him. He could feel her inner muscles clutching and grabbing his full length. He pulled back on her hips, drawing her even tighter to him. Bending at the waist, the woman put the point of her sword on the stone floor for a brace and whispered, "Fuck me, fuck me hard." Dan glanced at the Devil and then did as he was told. He pulled back until just the head of his dick was in her heat and then he rammed it home. The woman groaned loudly as his hips spanked against her ass. "Harder!" she yelled. Dan was only to happy to oblige as he got a better grip on her hips and spanked her ass as hard and fast as he could. The woman yelled and the devil growled. The two sounds were loud and mixed together, echoing off the walls of the cave. The longer and harder Dan fucked the woman, the louder she got, her voice overpowering the Devils growls. Dan felt his orgasm building and turned his mental attention to the Devil to try to slow it down. The Devil had moved back to the point where it had first appeared. The memory of him asking about the woman's second sword flashed across his mind. He grinned as he realized he was using a sword of his own in a way. The Devil must have seen the grin because he raised his hand to make a fireball, a toothy snarl on his face. Dan made two extra hard thrusts. The woman screamed in joy and the fireball never materialized. Two more hard thrusts and the Devil seemed to dim and shimmer. Suddenly, the woman was coming and coming hard. Her body shaking and jerking as pure pleasure ripped through her body. Dan continued to pound into her from behind as he realized he was seconds away from his own orgasm. As Dan came, there was a flash of red light as the devil disappeared. Dan didn't even notice, as his eyes were closed and he was lost in that other world of sexual release and complete fulfillment. ***** Dan returned to his senses sitting on the cool damp stone of the floor. The woman was sitting astraddle his hips, facing away from him, his slowly softening dick still inside her. He wasn't sure how they had ended up in this position or even when but it didn't matter. There was no sign of the Devil and the air was cooler. "That went better than I expected," the woman whispered between ragged breaths. "The Devil thing or the sex thing?" Dan asked with a chuckle. "Both actually." The woman took several long deep breaths and added, "I really didn't expect to live through the first of those and had never even considered the second." "I just wish I knew what was going on. That alley wasn't blocked yesterday and.... Where the hell am I?" "It's closer than you might think. Hell, that is. This is the gate to that realm." "There really is a hell? I thought that was just a myth." The woman chuckled and then sighed. "If only that were so. This battle has been raging on and off since time began. I'm just glad we won this round." "How often does this happen?" "It all depends on how strong the victory or loss was. A victory for us can bring ten or twenty years of peace and prosperity. A loss can bring about wars that ravage whole planets over centuries. I have a feeling that this was a major victory for us. The physical defeat was minor but the psychological one was enormous. Banishing him with our emotions and the joy of our union has to be devastating for him." "It liked to have killed me," Dan said with a laugh. "But what a way to go." The woman laughed along with him and then groaned as she stood up. "I'm getting to old for this." She groaned again as she bent to pick up her sword. "Old? You way younger than I am," Dan said as he sat up. The woman grinned down at him and replied, "Don't bet on that. This is my third battle in the last ninety years. The first two were demons, one lesser and one greater. Both were fierce battles so I figured this one would be far worse." She paused a moment and then added, "I didn't have help with the first two. I think you made all the difference in the world." "I... Uh... I...." Dan stammered a moment. "Ninety years? No way. You don't look a day over twenty." "Add about a hundred and thirty to that and you'd be close," the woman said with a laugh at Dan's shocked face. "I've always liked older women but this is ridiculous." Dan paused to cock his head to the side and looked the woman up and down. "But then again...." The woman chuckled and then turned to walk over and pick up Dan's discarded coat. She used it to clean the blade of her sword. Dan spent the time watching her fine naked body. That is until a leather bag fell out of the pocket of the coat. The bag hit the floor and precious stones and jewels spilled out. The woman used the toe of her soft boot to stir the jewels. "Young, handsome, a great lover, and rich to boot. What else could a woman ask for?" "Yeah and I might yet live to enjoy it all if I haven't screwed up the timing to get off this planet," Dan said with a frown. "By now, every cop know to man knows what I look like and what I'm carrying." "These aren't yours?" The woman asked with a frown. "They are if I can keep them. I had it all planned out, double back down this alley, a quick cab ride to the spaceport and off planet in less than a half hour. I've missed that flight, I'm sure." "What Planet were you on?" "Sirius three. Where else would I be?" The woman grinned and replied, "Hades." "Where the hell is.... Uh, yeah, maybe that's not a good way to ask that question." "Probably not." The woman replied and then added, "This planet is well off the beaten track. Less than one in a million even know of its existence." Uh, how far off the beaten track would it be?" "Very close to the galactic center." "That's a good hot place for Hell but how do you get back on the beaten track from here." "There are several temporal corridors similar to the one that brought you here available that lead back to civilization as you know it." The woman told him as she sheathed her sword. "But...." "Ok, yeah, there's always a but." The woman laughed and turned to shake hers in his direction. "Sensational to say the least but that's not what I meant and you know it." Turning back to Dan, she said, "For every Hell there has to be a Heaven. How would you like to see mine or at least my part of it?" Dan just looked at the woman. "Since you were so much help and so creative in beating the Devil, it's only fair that you get a little time in Heaven." A Dance with the Devil Dan slowly got to his feet. He felt like groaning a couple of times but held it in. As he walked toward the woman he said, "I'm not dressed to go visiting but then again, what other choice have I got. My pants are pretty much cinders, my shirt is no where in sight and now my coat is covered with Devils blood or what passes for it." The woman held the coat out. The greenish brown blood was eating holes in the coat. "You should see what it does to human flesh." Dan shivered and shook his head. "Uh, no thanks," he replied as he squatted and scooped the jewels back into the leather bag. Looking up at the woman, Dan said, "My names Dan and you are?" "I'm Angelic." "Yes you are," Dan said with a grin as he stood up. "You've taken me to Hell and then to Heaven once already today, so lets make a second trip to Heaven. I've always wanted to see the place." Angelic grinned and turned to walk down a hall in the far wall. "I plan on showing you Heaven is ways you've never even imagined." "Promises, promises," Dan replied as his eyes followed the woman's swaying hips and swiveling ass. His body followed willingly. A Dance with The Devil Author's Note: This is my entry into Literotica's 2015 April Fool's Day contest. This is a short story that I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. If you like this story, or even if you don't, please take the time to comment and vote. This story is dedicated to AMoveableBeast, who is the inspiration behind this story as well as being a wonderful and supportive friend. :) All sexual activities are performed by consenting adults over the age of 18. Enjoy! The devil lives. I knew the demon was sitting dormant, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape from its prison. It was a prison that I've desperately tried to keep secure for many years now, even long before I had gotten married. Never would I allow it to be freed, for it threatened to consume all that I hold most sacred. It was a futile endeavor however. Despite my best efforts I knew I couldn't contain it forever. Who knew that in the end it would be the person I loved most, my husband, who had the key to unlocking the devil from its cage? By the time I realized he had released the demon it was too late. I only caught a glimpse of its long blonde hair and cruel smile before it trapped me within the confines of my own mirror. How ironic that now I was a helpless prisoner forced to endure whatever chaos the devil would bring. On the night of the devil's escape, it wasted no time preparing a trap for my husband when he returned home from a long night at the office. It had removed everything from our bedroom; the king sized bed, the dressers, the nightstands, even the curtains that draped over the bay window. All that remained was my vanity which held the large mirror I had been imprisoned in. Once the room was cleared of undesirables, the devil brought in a small wooden chair and a CD player from the dining room, lit several candles upon the vanity and corners of the room, then erected a tall chrome pole that bolted to the hardwood floor and extended to the ceiling. The devil made sure I had a front row seat for whatever it had planned for my husband. The trap had been set and not a moment too soon. My husband had just walked through the front door as the devil finished preparing. I could hear him walking up the stairs, calling my name. "Run! It's a trap!" I shouted as I pounded against the glass of the mirror. "There's a monster in here!" He couldn't hear me; the devil made sure of that. The moment he entered the room the demon leapt from behind the door and gently wrapped a blindfold around his eyes, blackening his vision to his new surroundings. "Um, what are you up to?" he inquired with a slight smile across his face. "It's not me! It's the devil! Run while you still can!" The devil only giggled with the voice of a little girl. It slowly rubbed up and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt for him then sliding it down his arms. Again it rubbed against him, sliding its fingers through the small hairs on his muscular chest and then grazing his nipples. Its right hand went further south, cupping my husband's genitals while the other hand tugged at his belt. After freeing his pants from the tightness of his belt, the devil knelt behind him, pulling his pants down as it descended. My husband's thick cock sprung to full attention while the devil finished fully undressing him. Standing, the devil grabbed ahold of my husband's erect cock and pulled, urging him to step forward. It lead him to the wooden chair then sat him down with a slight nudge. Standing behind him, the devil grabbed each of his arms and brought them behind him, tying them together with the rope conveniently placed on the floor. After securing his wrists tightly, the devil removed the blindfold. My husband took in his surroundings as the devil walked to the bay window, staring at the full moon that illuminated the bedroom along with the dim candles. I knew what this cursed being was, but not my husband. It had him under its spell. He was absolutely powerless to look away from its impressive womanly figure. The devil's hair was golden blonde and so long it dangled down to its shapely round bottom even with it all bound in a tight ponytail. The heels of its black thigh-high leather boots clacked against the hardwood floor as it sashayed from the window towards him. I watched his eyes widen as the creature stepped closer to him, no doubt taking in the full extent of its magnificent plump breasts that were spilling out of the cupless black corset. The black leather gloves that extended to the devil's elbows completed the devil's evil dominatrix look. As his eyes descended lower toward the bareness of the devil's sex, I felt a twinge of jealousy racing through me that burned my very soul. Putting its leather covered hands on his shoulders, the devil lowered its head, looking my husband directly in the eyes. A sultry smile stretched across its face while licking its hungry red lips, appraising him like one would a juicy steak at a butcher's shop. "You're a fine specimen," the beast spoke, running its long index finger down my husband's hairy chest. "What is all this?" my husband asked as he struggled to free himself of the fibered rope that tore at his tender wrists. "What are you planning to do?" The devil ignored his inquiry. Its fingers trailed lower, running across his toned stomach down to his pubic line. He was its plaything now, restrained and helpless. The demon walked behind him, tightly gripped the back of the chair, then dragged him across the floor toward the center of the room. The legs on the chair screeched loudly and left gouges in the hardwood floor in its wake. The noise stopped when the devil positioned him a few feet in front of the steel pole, facing it. The devil withdrew from him, walking towards me. It gazed wickedly at me with cold brown eyes full of evil intent. The creature pressed "play" on the small CD player sitting on the vanity next to me then slowly walked back to the steel pole in the center of the room. The beast gripped the pole with its right hand and spun slowly as the intro to the song "Christian Woman" by Type O' Negative played. Once the hard electric guitar riff started, the devil faced my husband while gripping the pole above its head with both hands. Its body moved with the fluidity of the ocean to the beat of the music, bucking against the open air. I watched helplessly as my husband smiled at the devil performing its dance of seduction -- his thick cock going from mildly hard to full mast. "No! You must resist it!" I cried out over the loud music. The devil was in complete control, my husband now at its mercy. Vaulting itself into the air, the devil climbed to the top of the pole. It then leaned outward, holding only by one hand and its locked ankles, and ground its bare sex against the pole. My husband's head looked up at the gyrating creature, unable to turn his gaze away. Smiling, it clutched the pole with its thighs then hung inverted. With its hands now free, it played with its pussy that was now eye level with my husband. Its hungry eyes locked onto him like a fierce predator, reveling in teasing him, taunting him. Descending down the pole in a spiral of gymnastics, the demon's heels slammed against the floor with a loud thud, its perfect ass barely grazing my husband's knees. It leaned its back against his chest, its arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Its blonde hair tickled his nose as it ground its bare ass against his full erection that was nestled between its curved cheeks. The devil moaned sweet nothings into his ear as his cock slid between the luscious valley of its ass, hoping to erase all traces of me within his mind. A teasing giggle escaped its lips before returning to its feet. The demon faced him with its back against the pole, its arms extended high. Again it jumped into the air, holding the pole with its hands and spreading its legs wide. I saw my husband wet his lips as he starred at the creature's inviting pussy that was suspended in the air in front of him, beckoning him to touch it. The demon then braced its heels against his shoulders, digging them in as it humped against the open air. His eyes never left the demon's inviting pussy that had a hint of moistness which shimmered in the candlelight. Gracefully dropping its feet back to the floor, the devil strolled over to the candles, singing softly to itself the words to the song blaring from the stereo. After grabbing the small silver basin with a burning candle at its center, it walked back to my husband, spun the chair with its back against the pole and straddled his waist. "Wha-what are you going to do with that?" my husband stuttered. The devil just smiled as it poured the hot oil pooled in the basin down its front. I watched as beads of thick oil trailed down the demon's perfect tits, across its erect protruding nipples, down its flat stomach, and finally stopping where its bare pussy met my husband's waist with his cock sandwiched between the devil and himself. The hot oil left trails of red skin in its wake. The devil was unfazed, but I could see the discomfort on my husband's face as more and more of the hot oil reached his genitals. The devil leaned forward, its lips attaching to the side of his neck; kissing, suckling, biting. It pressed its slick breasts against his body and smeared the warm oil all across his chest. Gripping its breasts, the devil massaged his chest with its tits like they were heavy soft sponges. My heart sank when I heard him let out a soft groan followed by a hissing "Yes". He was enjoying everything the devil was doing to him. "You could at least pretend you don't like this, you bastard!" I screamed. The devil only smirked at my contempt. It grabbed his straining cock that protruded between its inner thighs and stroked it with its oily leather covered hand. His head leaned back as the creature stroked him with increasing speed, all while rubbing its slick tits up and down his body. "No! Stop it!" I shouted, beating against the glass of the mirror once more. "He loves me, not you!" The devil stood. It attempted to pull off the tight elbow length gloves, but the oil made the patent leather too slick. It managed to peel just an inch off the index finger on both hands. "Bite down," the devil commanded, holding the piece of fabric to his lips. My husband obeyed, biting down hard as it pulled each glove off one by one. "Good boy!" the devil praised my obedient husband. Moving behind him, the devil climbed up the pole then spun around so that the back of its thighs rested on his shoulders, its pussy grazing his nose. I watched in absolute shock as my husband eagerly tongued the devil's wet pussy directly in his face without hesitation or being instructed. The devil looked at me with a victorious smile, so smug with the knowledge that every moment of this tormented me. "No! This can't be what you want!! I loved you! How could you?! After all these years?!" Gripping the pole with one hand and a fist full of my husband's hair in the other, the devil rode my husband's face as if he were a bull burned with a fresh brand. I could vaguely hear my husband's muffled voice over the echoing orgasmic sounds coming from the demon's mouth as he pleasured the devil. He showed no sign of wanting it to stop, and neither did the devil. The more the devil covered his face in its unholy nectar the more he enthusiastically drank of the demon. Each time the devil came it cried out in complete ecstasy, screeching its pleasure into my ears. I looked upon my husband when the devil finally climbed off him. He was covered in a mess of sweat, massage oil, and that demon's cum. He breathed heavily as if he had just ran a hundred miles and the smile on his face suggested he loved every step. A love with something that wasn't me. The devil squatted between his legs, perching on its heels. It smiled as it gripped his slick swollen cock and rubbed the tip across its cheeks. "I bet you'd love to cum all over my face, wouldn't you?" the temptress asked in a sultry tone. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes?!" I cried. "That's disgusting! Why would you ever do that? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The devil licked up and down his veiny shaft, teasing and toying with him. It didn't seem to mind the oily taste, especially after my husband voiced his approval with a soft "Oh". Its eyes gazed into his as it sucked in just the head of his cock, applying pressure with its lips and tonguing the underside. The demon firmly gripped the base then stroked him to meet its mouth. The lewd sloppy sucking sounds the devil made with it's mouth was audible even over the loud music. My husband moaned even louder when the devil removed its hand and took his cock into its mouth all the way to the base. As it retreated, the devil left a trail of saliva from the tip of his cock to its lips which then dribbled down its chin. The devil stood, then straddled my husband's lap once again. It reached between its thighs and pointed his thick cock towards the slick folds of its dripping pussy. He whimpered as the heat of its sex teased the tip of his throbbing cock. "Do you want me?" the devil mewled. "Say no, damn you!" I yelled against the glass. "Yes!" he hissed. "You want to be inside my tight pussy?" "Say no! Please!" I sobbed. "Yes!" he frustratingly said. "Let me hear you say it." "No... I... I can't bear to hear him say it." "I want to be inside your pussy!" he declared. His words sent daggers straight to my heart. I thought I was the woman he has always wanted. I tried to be the best wife I could, but I have failed him, just as I failed to contain this demon. The devil rose. My husband pouted as it walked over to the vanity and grabbed a sharp steel knife sitting on top next to the other candles. The devil's ritual was almost complete. "What the... What are you doing with that?!" he shouted. The devil crisscrossed its legs as it slowly walked back to him. Leaning down, it placed the blade against his chin. "If you want inside my pussy," the demon bent down and severed the roped that bound his wrists, "Come over here and fuck me!" The devil tossed the knife on the floor and walked back to the vanity. It bent over, placing its elbows on top and arching its back. It wiggled its ass teasingly, waiting for him to plunge himself inside. "Now is your chance! Your hands are free! Show this bitch our marriage still means something!" My husband stood from the chair, examining his raw wrists. He stepped forward, the knife at his feet. "Yes! That's it! Just grab it and-" He walked past the knife, grabbing ahold of the devil by its hips. "No! You don't understand! Don't do this!" It was too late. Desperate for release, my husband poised the tip of his cock to the devil's nether lips and thrust himself inside. He enthusiastically rammed his stiff cock deep inside the demon with the speed and vigor of a sex crazed madman. He groaned his pleasure as sweat beaded across his forehead the more he fucked the devil's wet pussy. The room became filled with the sounds of their mutual pleasure and their sexes slapping together. The devil glared at me in the mirror of the vanity. Its blissful eyes sent a chill down my spine as my husband continued his assault on its pussy. "This body never belonged to you," the devil whispered. "All these years trying to contain me, being all prim and proper, has failed you at last. You cannot deny who you really are; a horny little slut! One who loves to have her body worshiped, and filled with a nice hard cock!" "No! It isn't true! That isn't me at all!" "Oh really? Look between your thighs and tell me this doesn't feel good." Just then all the sexual buildup came rushing through my mind all at once. My dripping pussy was on fire! I could feel every inch of my husband's thick cock sliding in and out of me. The immense pleasure fogged my mind. I couldn't think! "That's what I thought, you slut!" "But, he isn't like this! You're making him do this!" "Exactly! You think he's not a sex deprived man with his own devil inside, dying for the piece of ass you won't give him? Allow me to change your perspective." The devil turned its head over its shoulder, "Spank my ass!" Without hesitation, my husband swatted the devil's ass with his right hand. "Harder!" Again he smacked the devil's luscious ass, leaving a stinging red handprint. "Again!" Each time he swatted I felt a twinge of pleasure deep inside my pussy. The devil was right. Each swat on my ass felt so good as my husband fucked us, and he was enjoying it just as much. "All these years of denying me, your dark sexual desires, and for what? So you wouldn't feel embarrassed?" "I... I didn't want to drive him away!" "Drive him away? From this? Look how much he enjoys fucking us! Do you really think he'd run from this? He probably would have run away if I hadn't stepped in." From the mirror, I gazed at my husband's face. The look in his eyes was one of deep sexual need. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he enthusiastically drove himself inside the devil's molten hot pussy again and again. He no longer cared about the real me. All that concerned him was filling the devil with his stiff eager cock. "Submit yourself to me, you little slut! Submit, and become one with your lustful desires!" The devil was right. I caged my desires for fear of ridicule, denying myself of who I really am. The devil had my husband completely under its control, and what was so wrong about it? He enjoyed what I thought no one else would. I love dressing slutty, modeling my sexy body, dancing seductively, having my ass spanked, and most of all; being fucked over and over again. The devil had won. "I submit," I said with a deep sigh. The devil looked at me and smiled, "You submit to what?" "I submit to my dark sexual desires! The ones dormant within me! No longer will I be afraid of my own sexuality! If that makes me a dirty, cock-loving slut then so be it!" With a devilish smile, the devil within me reached for the mirror on the vanity. Grabbing ahold, it yanked it off and threw it across the room, shattering it on the floor. My past self was no more, disintegrated among the shards of glass. The instant the shards of broken glass scattered across the floor I regained control of my body. I was different now however, reborn in sexual fury. My husband stopped, shocked by my actions. "What the hell did you do that for, babe?" Reality set in. The stinging of my battered ass and the pleasure coming from my cock stuffed pussy pulsed through me like electric shocks. I hungered for more. "I didn't say stop! Fuck me! Make me cum over and over again!" My husband lost interest in my display of crazy. I could feel my pussy stretch as he sheathed himself inside me to the hilt. He fucked me with long blissful strokes, his balls slapping hard against my burning clit. I was lost in his sexual intensity, moaning blissfully as he brought me ever closer to orgasm. "Yes! Oh God yes! Pull my hair! Make it hurt!" I felt my husband grab a fist full of my pony tail and yank my head towards him. The erotic pain streaming from my skull sent chills down my arched spine all the way to my pussy. This newly created angle made the tip of his cock trigger a orgasmic eruption within me. I cried his name amongst a string of unintelligible obscenities as I came with the fury of a hurricane, my pussy juices flowing over his cock like a natural spring. My husband became possessed, as if his own devil had been released. He spun me around and kissed me with a deep primal need, his tongue fighting for dominance with my own. He grabbed me behind the knees and lifted me off the ground. Carrying me away from the shards of glass spilled across the hardwood floor, he pinned my back against the flat surface of a nearby wall. A Dance with The Devil Our bodies pressed tightly together as our lust intensified, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. His hard cock found its way home, penetrating the wet folds of my pussy once more. I pulled on his neck, forcing his mouth to the tops of my tits that pressed against his collar bone as he fucked me with wanton abandon. His muscles tensed and flexed, reaching the point of no return. With a beastly roar, he plunged deep within me and I felt him fill me with his hot sticky seed. We breathed heavily as we came down from our sexual high, taking in the satisfying smell of scented massage oil, sweat, and raw sex. My legs slowly descended to the floor, shaking after the most intense sex I've ever had. "Jesus," my husband panted. "That was incredible! I wanted us to become more sexual, try new things, but I had no idea you had this in you!" I smiled at him, staring into his dark eyes. "That's what happens when you dance with the devil." Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you thought of this story by voting (only once) and in the comments section.