1 comments/ 37453 views/ 6 favorites Mikaela By: moondreamer God this felt good, Mikaela thought as she hugged Stephanie tight. They sat on the bleachers waiting for the midsummer sun to set. It was something they both loved to do, just snuggle into each other and appreciate all the purples and reds as the glowing orb settled in for bed. They liked it because it peaceful and they could snuggle together undisturbed. The only one that they ever saw was one of the summer janitors who didn't care if they were there. Mikaela sighed, tried to make it sound like contentment but failed. Of course Stephanie caught it. "All right, what's wrong?" Stephanie brushed a strand of black hair out of Mikaela's face. "Nothing, go back to the sunset." She replied back. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it, just the fact that she wasn't sure what there was to talk about. She wasn't sure what was wrong. "Uh, uh. You're not getting off that easy. What's on your mind?" Stephanie looked at her as Mikaela kept staring at the sunset. "Like I said nothing. Look, I don't want to ruin our sunset." They had long ago confirmed the notion that sunsets were for them and them only. Before they were born, there were no sunsets, first is was light then boom it was dark. Anyone caught looking at it without their permission was dead meat. "They'll be one tomorrow, c'mon tell me." Stephanie hated it when she got moody, and Mikaela had been moody for the past couple of days. There was something on her mind and she wanted to know what. They had known each other since they were little and had been best friends immediately after Mikaela and her family moved to town. It was during adolescence that they discovered that they were both lesbians, Mikaela first of course, and it was during high school they stopped being best friends and started being lovers. They loved each other in every way two people could love each other and had no plans of ever being apart. They even survived the debacle of Mikaela figuring out that she was a bisexual. (As far as Stephanie was concerned that was the biggest test they had ever faced, she had a lot of hang-ups against bisexuals and it took a while to work them out) Needless to say they didn't have any secrets; Stephanie wasn't concerned with Mikaela holding out on her, she was worried about what was troubling her. "I'm not sure what is wrong. I just don't feel right." She shrugged, maybe I just have a case of the blah's. "How so? Are you depressed again?" Stephanie touched Mikaela's face. It was smooth, flawless as usual. Her features were something you could only dream of, her skin was dusky, a subtle tan color that gave her the appearance of the perfect permanent tan, her lips were full but not big, she had a hint of cheek bones to add contour to her face which wasn't round in anyway but perfectly balanced. Her eyes were dark and fathomless, the pupils were slightly oblong it reminded one of cats eyes. Her long hair was black with a tinge of brown; in a word she was the epitome of beautiful. Stephanie could only wish such features for herself. Not that she was any slouch, a blond (real not from a bottle) with sparkling blue eyes, she was an almost opposite of Mikaela. Her hair was shorter(not real short) with some curl, a rounder face and a dimple when she smiled. When they walked down the street they turned so many heads they could be sued for whiplash, the girls would say. And their bodies were no different. Mikaela was a tall 5'8" to Stephanie's shorter 5'5" but they both had exquisitely fit bodies. Both girls were active and it showed in their muscle tone and the way they carried themselves. In the bleachers, Stephanie ran two fingers down her girlfriend's cheek. Mikaela smiled and looked down at her feet. "No, I'm not depressed. I don't know what I am. I've been feeling, just weird lately. My muscles have been tingly lately and I feel as if I'm on a caffeine rush even if I haven't had any. Then suddenly it's gone and I feel exhausted. And those damned dreams are back. More vivid, though, and a little different." "Tell me about it, start from the beginning." "Well, it starts like normal you and I are on a blanket making love under a full moon. I get up because I hear something but you try to sit me back down because you're scared. I get scared but take a step and suddenly I'm in some forest. I make my way though it, getting more and more frightened until I see come to this clearing where I see you naked on the blanket but this man is standing over you, and he has wings. Big black bat wings. He keeps offering you this huge cock but you keep telling him no. He calls out, mind you I don't hear anything I just know as you do in dreams, for someone; a female like himself. That's when I step out and tell him to back off. He turns around and smiles with long sharp teeth and offers me his huge meat stick. By that time the girl what-ever-they-are shows up. I tell her to beat it that you are mine(Stephanie grabs her hand and squeezes it) but when she takes a step towards you and I get pissed and suddenly I have wings and I'm just like them." "Okay, it sounds like the usual stuff to me, what was different about it." "I'm getting to that; I go to knock her block off and that is usually when I wake up but last night it went farther. I take that step towards her and she kisses me, long and deep and I know her sharp teeth are cutting me because I feel blood on my chin. I push her away and she just laughs at me. I take you into my arms and am about to fly off, like I know how to in the first place, and I wake up. Weird I know, but what does it all mean?" "It means that you are a romantic at heart and you just want to save me from all those bull dykes out there who are out to get me." Stephanie put her head on Mikaela's shoulder and kissed her neck. "You know if you want to go Goth. again I don't mind. You look damn fine in black anyway. I think I still have your dog collar." "I don't think so. I mean I don't mind Goth. but I don't think that's what the dream means. I'm not really sure what it means, it seems pretty violent for a pacifist like me. Maybe I'm just going...." "Hey you damn lezzies, why don't you kiss for me!" A voice came from behind them. Both girls turned around and a kid, probably around 14 or 15, in a stocking cap stood behind them jeering. "Are you going to go down on her, can I watch." He laughed lecherously at them. Mikaela shot up, Stephanie was afraid she was going to vault over the back of the bleachers down to him, it was a good 20 to 30 foot drop. "Hey buddy, fuck you. Why don't you go home to your magazines and jerk off instead." Mikaela was pissed, Stephanie had never seen her this angry before. They had put up with a lot of homophobia but she was the one who let it get to her, Mikaela just let it roll off her back like water. "You gonna come down here and make me!" Little snot, Mikaela thought, I ought to fly right down and clean his clock. She would have tried it too, if Stephanie hadn't put a hand on her back to calm her. "If you think you're such a man then get up here and let's see." Holy shit, my mouth is going to overload my ass if I don't watch it. This isn't me talking is it. "Bite me." he said and walk away. "Bite it off is more like it." Mikaela muttered as she sat back down. They sat in silence and watched the sun sink a few more inches before anyone spoke again. "Sorry, I'm not sure what's come over me. I don't think I've been that aggressive since I thought you were sleeping with one of the McAllister twins." "Mac, don't worry about it. I love you. We've established that something is wrong, now all we need to do is figure out what and how to fix it." "You know Stephanie, you are too good to me." "I could say the same." "Then do it." She smile slyly. "No, I would rather kiss you." Stephanie leaned in but Mikaela stopped her. "Wait." "For what," she looked at her seriously. "Okay, now." Mikaela smiled as Stephanie cocked an eyebrow that said she was "not amused". Their soft sweet lips met. Mikaela slipped her tongue in and played it over her teeth and the tip of her lovers tongue. They kissed as the last vestiges of the sun went down leaving them purple. Mikaela put her hand on Stephanie's face; fingers on cheek, thumb resting under her closed eye. Mikaela felt that this was significant the specific placement ensured that they not only shared a blissful kiss but energy also, she wasn't sure why but she did it anyway. Stephanie put a hand under Mikaela's t-shirt and placed it on her firm breast. Mikaela moaned and kissed her deeper, she knew that Stephanie was pushing buttons, that she was leading to something and under the fallen sun she wanted it just as much. As Stephanie kneaded her breast, Mikaela put her other hand on Stephanie's waist and pulled her closer. She slid her hand up farther and undid her bra. Stephanie moaned as she started working on her neck. Leaning forward she pushed Stephanie down so they were both laying on the bleacher, Mikaela on top, laughing. She started working on her neck and unbuttoning Stephanie's blouse at the same time, the combination would send shivers of bliss and anticipation down her every time. And Mikaela know how to exploit it. She would give short soft kisses that trailed from the bottom of her chin to the cleavage of her breasts. Slowly she removed her bra to expose two beautiful firm breast; her large dark pink nipples were hard and waiting. She flicked her tongue on one, then the other. Stephanie gasped each time. Mikaela continued to kiss between and around each breast until Stephanie began to whimper. Then she attacked taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking, licking, nibbling until her lover started to squirm. She licked it and sucked it then went to the other one. All Stephanie could do was hold on and try not to make too much noise during his onslaught. She did manage to drag Mikaela's shirt up and undo her bra. Mikaela finally sat up and without even taking a breath Stephanie had her shirt up over her breasts and sucked at her lovers chest. Mikaela's breast were only slightly bigger than her own, each had a handfull (if you had big hands, she would joke) and she knew just what to do to make her lover short of breath. She would suck a nub in hard then gently lick the it with the very tip of her tongue. It was all Mikaela could do not to start moaning loud. After doing that a couple of times she would gently lick and suck at it then go to the other one. She did this a couple of times and then kissed her. Mikaela was so hot by now that it wasn't a kiss but a battle, Stephanie felt that she had to defend herself somehow by kissing back just as hard. They parted, both of them were panting, Mikaela had her shirt bunched up above her breasts and Stephanie's was open. "What is today? Is it Thursday?" Mikaela asked hurriedly. "Yeah, why. Oh shit. Old man Sanford." Old man Sanford was the summer janitor at the high school they were making out at. They had just graduated from it barely a month ago but they had been sitting here watching sunsets for years. He didn't seem to mind but they made sure that they were never caught by him as they committed passionate acts up in the small metal bleachers that overlooked the asphalt track. He always worked late on Thursday nights and left, walking home past the bleachers, sometime after sundown. "There is no way I can stop. Let's go under the bleachers." "No, look," Mikaela pointed up at the orb of the moon as it peeked over the old smokestack of the school, "I want to stay up here under the moon. Get the blanket we'll wrap up and be discreet." Discreet meant flying fingers and boy what they could do to each other with those. Stephanie smiled and pulled the blanket out from under her and unfolded it. It was a huge tartan blanket that kept them warm many a night and hid all sorts of activities. Quickly they wrapped it around themselves and snuggled. They leaned back and removed their bras, tucking them into their jean pockets. They kissed under the moon slowly unbuttoning their jeans and playing with each other's breast. Under the blanket Stephanie stiffened and gasped as Mikaela entered two fingers into her warm wet pussy. She moved them back and forth in her velvet heat causing her lover to breath deep, gently she would rub against her g-spot and her clit, getting a moan as reward. Mikaela melted into Stephanie as two fingers entered her own cupidity. Stephanie would play with her large clit causing whimpers and small bites on the neck. Together they sat under the blanket this way, breathing deeply and giving away only small movements as Old man Sanders walked by. "Nice night isn't it girls," he asked jovially. "Mmm, yeah it is," Mikaela purred. "Don't forget to be outta here when Matthews comes by." He walked on. Matthews was Officer Matthews who drove by the school about an hour after Old man Sanford left. If they were still their he would harass them for awhile and threaten to bust them on one thing or another they didn't do. "Okay," Stephanie tried not to let her voice sound too high of pitch but Mikaela's fingers were doing such wonderful things. As the old man walked out of sight Mikaela could feel an orgasm building. Stephanie's thumb was doing circles on her clit as he fingers pumped out of her pussy. God she felt as if she were going to explode, her skin felt like it was on fire, her muscles ached, her bones were electric, she kissed Stephanie hard as she came around her beautiful girlfriend's fingers moaning around her mouth and pumping her hips. Suddenly Stephanie came also with swift motion pumping her own hips and trying hard not to scream. Sometimes Mikaela could time perfectly when she could bring Stephanie off and other times it came as a complete surprise to both of them like her orgasm had a mind of its own. They settled down kissing and licking the juices off each others fingers and hands. Watching the moon usually made them feel more romantic and peaceful after such activity but to Mikaela peace wouldn't come. She felt unnerved about something, not with Stephanie or even the asshole who was making fun of them earlier but something else, something going on inside that she didn't understand. She felt jittery again, her hand was stone still but under her skin she felt as if it was electrified. They sat and snuggled, she tried not to let on that anything was wrong because she really didn't want to worry Stephanie. Soon they decided it was time to leave before Officer Matthews came by. The two girls fixed their clothes and folded the blanket back up and said their good night to the moon. It was about a block from Mikaela's house when they ran into the asshole again. They saw him walking towards them but couldn't tell who he was due to the dark. It wasn't until they passed each other that he stopped and said, "Well, if it isn't the two lezzies." ("Just keep walking," Stephanie told Mikaela) "Did you two have a little muff diving fun. It could be worse you know, wait until you find out that you want a man after all. One day you are going to realize that you are going to need a nice stiff cock up you and then what are you going to do, no one is going to want to because you're just a couple of ball busting carpet munchers." It wasn't the horrified look on the asshole's face that convinced Stephanie that it was real, it was more the vibration that traveled through her hand that was on Mikaela's back. The growl that came from somewhere deep inside her sounded much like a lioness' to someone that was getting too close to her cubs. It was a warning but also a guaranteed threat that when she stopped growling and that person was still there they would be ripped to pieces before anyone could blink an eye. The asshole was smart enough to turn and run away. Stephanie stood there her hand still on her lover's back blinking at her. Mikaela turned and looked at her with scared confusion. Stephanie later would swear that she thought she saw Mikaela's teeth shrink as if they were momentarily larger and her eyes were more cat-like than usual. "Are you...um...okay? You don't look so good." Stephanie carefully touched Mikaela's cheek. "I don't know, I don't feel so good. What just happened? What did I just do?" She was starting to shake. "You growled at him like a wild animal. You produced sounds that no human throat can. How did you do that?" "I don't know. I need to get home, I don't feel well. I feel weak. And my back hurts, right under each shoulder blade, yeah, right there, ow. No don't touch them, it's kind of a sharp pain." Stephanie collected her in her arms and they walked to Mikaela's house. When they got there her parent were watching television. They waved hellos and invited them to what was left warming on the stove for them. They went upstairs to Mikaela's room instead. As they got to her bedroom door Marc, her step-brother, popped his head out of his room. "You okay, you don't look so well?" He asked concerned. "She's fine, just tired." Stephanie answered for her and led her into her room. "Well when you get a chance we need to talk." "When she gets some rest then you can talk to her," Stephanie shot back possessively and shut the door behind her. "You don't need to be so hard on him, he's just concerned." Mikaela said as she sat carefully on the bed. "I know, but, sometimes I wonder if he doesn't have ulterior motives. After all he is only a Step-brother. And he's always trying to be around you." "He's a little strange I'll give you that but he's nice." She tired to lay down on her back but the sharp pains wouldn't let her, it felt liike something was trying to poke out. She switched to her side. "I don't know, he is tall, dark, and handsome. Even for a guy I have to admit that he is handsome. And anyway, it's not like you are actually family anyway." Stephanie was referring to the fact that Mikaela was adopted. All Mikaela knew was that she was adopted as a baby by her ‘father' and his first wife, her ‘mother'. Her ‘parents' divorced when she was in junior high and her father got remarried a couple years ago to a nice but flaky lady. Her intentions were good but Mikaela was convinced that she was as dumb as a post. As long as they were happy, she told herself. Her step-brother was handsome and had a nice body, but she had Stephanie and so no other thought was given it. "He means well, stop being protective. Now c'mere and give me a kiss." She grabbed Stephanie's blouse and drug her down to her lips and kissed her. "You want me to stay or go?" "Whatever you want, but I don't think I'll be conscious much longer." Stephanie smiled at her, gave her another kiss and stood up. "I'll go and let you sleep. You have to be feeling better tomorrow or I'm taking you to a doctor. Okay?" She reached down and tweaked a nipple through her t-shirt. "Alright." She replied sleepily. Stephanie went to leave but stopped at the bedroom door. "Mac? What was that growl about? How did you do that? It didn't sound human at all?" "I don't know, hon. I don't know." Stephanie smiled encouragingly and left. Mikaela was frightened by what she did. She didn't know how she did it but Stephanie was right, no human voice could have made that sound. What scared her more was the fact that she was ready to rip that little shit apart. Were all these weird things her body was going through connected with what she that. Maybe I'm possessed, she pushed the thought away. God Mikaela you read too much. She dozed on and off for awhile before she woke up with a start. Something seemed different. She lay there and listened for awhile, the house was silent as everybody had gone to sleep. She felt like calling Stephanie but she didn't want to worry her. Then she realized that every sound seemed louder, the taps of the tree limbs on the house, the creak of the boards, the drip of her bathroom sink were all amplified. She could see better too, the dark didn't seem so dark as the shadows revealed more than they usually did at night. And touch was almost driving her crazy. She shrugged off her clothes because the fabrics of them made her itch. Mikaela Ch. 2 "What the hell is happening to me?" Mikaela sat naked on her bed, arms wrapped around her breasts, shaking. She was scared about what just happened and also exhausted. She had masturbated many times but she had never cum that hard in her life, nor had she had her things floating around the room either. Marc, her step-brother, sat beside her cross-legged in his underwear. The head of his dick still poked out some and it glistened with the last vestiges of his cum that was left over from watching Mikaela. "You probably won't believe me if I tell you." He said matter-of-factly. He swept a strand of brown hair out of his eyes. "How do you know what's going on. All you know is that I float when I get off." she harumphed. It was then that she realized that she was naked in front of her step-brother and started to feel around for something to cover herself with. Marc reached down to the floor and came up with her black silk robe in his hand. "Thanks," she took it from him and stood so she could put it on. He sat there expressionlessly as her naked body stood in front of him, but it took his breath away nonetheless. Her dusky skin and exotic features had haunted him ever since they met but seeing her body in the moonlight, even for an instant was a dream come true. Her breasts were perfectly round, the dark brown areolas were even darker in the shadows. The curve of her ass, the contours of her muscular stomach and back, her long black hair made keeping his composure almost an impossibility. He felt his cock grow and point at his belly but made no attempt to hide it, she had caught him jerking off, why should he pretend she didn't get him hard now. She sat back down after covering herself up and curled into herself. They sat there in silence facing each other. Minutes went by before he asked if she was okay. "What do you think? Of course I'm not okay, I don't know what the hell is happening to me. People just don't float, or make things float, or make those sounds. How can I be making sounds the human throat isn't made to do?" She was talking calmly but tears were trailing down her cheeks. "I know, it's hard..." "You don't know. You can't know. My body aches, my back is killing me, and I want to jump your bones so bad I can't stand it even though I had the world's biggest orgasm. Am I possessed?" She asked it as a serious question. "No, you are not possessed. I can tell you that for sure. I know what's going on with you if you're ready to believe it." "I don't think I have much choice, do I." The tears had stopped but the shakes hadn't. "What do you know about your past?" "You mean my real parents? Nothing. Dad adopted me through an adoption agency. There was no information at all. I was an orphan. Why?" "What ever your true family history is there was someone along the line not...well...human." "Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow. "Think about it, you have been feeling strange lately, floating around, making weird sounds, and your senses are stronger." "Yeah, that all true but what does it all mean?" "First, are there two points on your back that hurt a lot? Does it feel as if something is trying to poke through? "Yeah. How do you know about all this?" She stood up and started pacing the floor, her arms wrapped around her torso. "It's your wings trying to grow out." He swung his legs off the side of the bed in her direction. She stopped pacing and faced him. They looked at each other for a moment, he daring her to believe him and she daring him to take it back. "What do you mean?" She said carefully. "My wings?" "You have something dark racing through your blood. In your family line is a demon, you are the offspring making you a hybrid. You have the abilities of a demon but the appearance of a human. Your true side is trying to manifest itself and when it does it's up to you to control it to your whims. You will grow wings that will allow you to fly, among other physical characteristics that will change. Once you gain control of them you can display them at will. Your abilities as a human will be increased with other unknown facilities." She blinked at him. "Most demons are evil by nature, even some of the hybrids," he continued on, "but you are a good person by nature. You just need to try and suppress some of the dark urges." She stood and stared at him, something inside of her heard every word and rejoiced. Deep within her soul she knew what he was saying was true and that the time had come to release the dark side of her. Her dream raced through her mind. She was scared of it, she didn't want to be some sort of evil creature. "You are a good person," he repeated as if he were reading her mind, "you may have dark forces within you but that doesn't mean you are an abomination." "But what if I don't want it?" She finally managed to say. "There isn't much choice, it's who you are." He wasn't smug about it, just stating the facts. She looked hard at him as he sat on her bed, his well crafted body in the moonlight and his cock still poking a little out of his underwear. A sudden swell of sexuality rushed her, something in her was coming alive. Her senses were sharper: touch, taste, smell, sight, hearing, they were all off the scale again and everything about him was making her wanton. She hadn't been with a boy since the one time that her and Stephanie had broken up for a month a couple years ago. She wanted to see how bisexual she was and seduced a junior to let her go down on him. She enjoyed it but she felt so guilty about doing it in the first place(she felt as if she was betraying her true love) that was as far as it went and she never really wanted any other men since. But she really wanted her step-brother, badly. She walked over to him. "So what do I do about it," she purred. "Well, there are two ways to initiate the process. One is through violence and the other is through intense pleasure. The second one is more preferable, of course." He watched her come towards him. She opened her robe just a little to show him the cleavage of her breasts. His heart skipped a beat. "Pleasure? Like sex?" she kneeled between his legs, "Do you think you could be the one to help me?" She licked at his left nipple and he gasped. She licked at the other one and he gasped again. She raked her fingernails down his washboard leaving little red trails of blood, he had stopped breathing all together. Licking at the wounds sent him laying down completely on the bed as his cock pushed his Jockey's down. She looked at it and smiled. Gently she took the head into her mouth, just barely touching it with her lips. He groaned. With the tip of her tongue she played with the head then went down deeper. Raising his head he saw his entire cock had disappeared into her mouth. He moaned and lay back down enjoying the sensations. Her tongue danced around his rod as she starting blowing him in earnest. This was the best blow job he had ever received in his life, and in his nineteen years he had gotten some real hummers. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked on them as she continued to pump his shaft. Then suddenly she stopped. "I can't. I'm sorry I can't. This isn't right, I love Stephanie and I won't do this to her." She stood up and pulled her robe shut. "I forgot to mention the increased sexual desire." He croaked as pulled his underwear up. "Listen, I think that Stephanie is the best way to help you initiate the process. You two obviously love each other and if you could get her to understand what's going on I think it would be the best way, for both of you, to do it. Sex is the easiest way to complete the transformation." "Is it permanent though. Will I be a freak?" Mikaela stared out the window of the moon, feeling suddenly very human and very scared again. (and a little guilty) "No, with some practice you can turn back and forth as you want." He stood up and came up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay." "How do you know all these things?" She turned and faced him. "My Uncle Harold, Mom's brother, is a demon hunter. He kinda took me under his wing before he left for Europe. If he was here he would kill you on the spot, but I know you are a good person and no amount of demonic heritage can change that." He shrugged. "Oh." She turned back to the moon. "You are going to have to do this and soon. If it happens of it's own it could turn really unpleasant. "How?" "Um...let's not find out. More than that I cannot add." She turned to him then gave him a big hug. "Thank you. I'm still not sure I believe all this but I can't not believe it. I can't decide what to do. I'm not sure I even want to tell Stephanie. Will she want a demon lover?" "There are some definite bonuses to it. Trust me you'll find out about them." he jogged his eyebrows up and down then turned to go. "Try and get some sleep. I'm going to do the same." He got to the door when Mikaela called out. "Wait. I have to apologize for leaving you high and dry a few minutes ago. I wasn't in control of myself." "Hey don't worry about it, I can take care of it." he winked at her. "No, I feel bad. Come here, sit back on the bed." She moved to the bed and sat. "What about Stephanie?" He sat on the bed as well. "It's only a hand job. You helped me a lot, I have to do something nice." He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his underwear down again. He was saluting high, all 10 inches pointing at the sky. She took it in her soft hand with a strong grip and began moving it up and down. She set a steady rhythm and quietly jerked him off. He felt his orgasm building, his breath became short and he started to moan. He lay back just as his pole started to spurt high strands into the air. Slowly she slowed her motion until she was sure he was done and licked a little off her hand. (It's okay I guess, not that great) Marc sat up groggily. "Thanks." he stood and pulled his underwear back up and made his way out. Needless to say Mikaela didn't get much sleep that night. She had to find a way to break this to Stephanie without losing her. ***** It was another beautiful full moon. They sat underneath it on the deserted football field. It was about midnight, they lay on the big tartan blanket Stephanie's head was resting on Mikaela's lap. Mikaela stroked Stephanie's blond hair as she lay there motionless. Mikaela talked softly to her lover for a long time and after she was done a long time they were silent. Slowly Stephanie sat up faced Mikaela and kissed her. "I think you have been listening to too much Rob Zombie." "Steph, I'm serious. I don't expect you to believe me, but I just don't want you to think I'm going crazy." Stephanie smiled at her and brushed away a strand of dark hair from Mikaela's beautiful, exotic face. "Mac, I don't think your crazy. The strange thing is...I actually believe you. I probably shouldn't but I do. You've always been an enigma since I've known you. I knew there was something else about you that was just waiting to come out. As fantastic as this is, I believe in is. It's okay, we'll get through this, just like we get through everything else. Together." They embraced and kissed and embraced some more. "I love you," Mikaela whispered in her ear. She received a tighter squeeze in response. "You want to hear something weird? Remember when we went Goth for awhile? I always fantasized about something like this. I always wanted you to be my demon lover. Strange, huh." Mikaela pulled away from her and kissed her deep and long with all the love she had in her. She was ready, she wanted to be her true self and she wanted to do it with the one she loved. "I'm scared but I want to do it, tonight." Mikaela said after they parted. "If you're ready." "I guess. No time like the present." Stephanie tried not to sound nervous, she wasn't sure what to expect. "The thing that scares me the most is the fact that I don't know what sort of self control I'm going to have. Marc hinted at it being a little dangerous. I don't want to hurt you." Mikaela ran a finger down Stephanie's pale neck. "It's a risk I'm willing to take. But slowly, what do we do?" Stephanie brought Mikaela's fingers off her neck and sucked on them. "Pleasure, he told me it was through pleasure." "Then you are in the right hands." Stephanie smiled slyly at her and kissed her. Her tongue slipped past her girlfriend's soft lips and began playing with the tip of her tongue. Soon they were naked and hugging close on the blanket. Mikaela had slipped down and was nibbling at Stephanie's neck as Stephanie ran lazy circles on Mikaela's pussy. Mikaela made her way down to Stephanie's breast and she began sucking on the erect nipple. Slowly she ran her tongue around it and sucked gently. "Oh, Mac." Stephanie moaned. She began plunging her fingers in her lover's wet pussy. Mikaela's hips matching her rhythm. She could feel something inside her start to build, something was in her getting ready to release. Through all the sensations she was giving and receiving she was still nervous. They lay there and suckled and felt at each other waiting for the other to make a move. This is all for me, I better take the initiative, Mikaela thought as she rolled on top of Stephanie's moon brightened body. She kissed and nipped her way down her beloved's soft stomach to her waiting crotch. Stephanie kept a nice trimmed pussy for her and she loved it. The aroma from it made her yearnings even stronger. She licked at one of her pussy lips and then the other making her lover squirm and moan. Then she plunged a tongue in and as usual it tasted heavenly but made her feel devilish. Stephanie let out a whimper as Mikaela flicked her tongue across her clitoris and then ran it down her folds. Stephanie started to rub and pull at her hard nipples. The more Mikaela tasted her girlfriend's sweet honey the more she felt the dark rising, she tried to keep it under control but it was getting harder and harder. "Mac, what's wrong," Stephanie panted as Mikaela stopped and sat up. "Nothing, nothing at all," she purred. Stephanie almost didn't recognize the person between her legs, her features were the same but the tone of her voice was different. She had never heard her sound so...sexual, her voice was like pure silk caressing her body. Stephanie was afraid if Mikaela said anything else that she would have an orgasm right there. "Your turn." And Mikaela stood with a fluid grace that Stephanie had never seen. She immediately sat up and planted her face squarely in Mikaela's crotch. She ran her tongue up and down her soft folds then poked it into her sweet hole. Mikaela's breathing became deep as she gently placed a hand on the back of Stephanie's head. Stephanie took her love button in her mouth and was surprised at it's size, it had to be at least twice it's normal size(and she had a big clit to begin with.) She sucked at and Mikaela started to make a sound that was something between a cat's purr and a growl, she assumed it to be a good thing and kept it up. Soon Mikaela's knees were shaking and she was growling, purring, whimpering, moaning all at once. Stephanie was getting so turned on that she was rubbing furiously at her own pussy. She kept sucking at her clit and was surprised that her juices were turning sweeter and sweeter, like her pussy was turning into sugar. Stephanie kept lapping it up as she inserted two fingers into her girlfriends folds. They were both in heaven as they made love on the blanket in the middle of the field. But it was when Stephanie started rubbing Mikaela's g-spot that she finally went over the edge. Mikaela could feel the darkness inside pushing to the breaking point as Stephanie's expert tongue went to work. She couldn't hold it back much more and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. The better her pussy was being serviced the more heightened her senses were becoming. She felt her fingernails hardening into claws, her canines grow and sharpen, her ears grow to a point, but most of all she felt the painful pressure of her wings trying to be free. When her true love touched her magical button, (that wonderful bundle of nerves) her g-spot, all control was lost. She felt her wings free themselves from the prison of her flesh and the demon that was her was completely released. It felt as if she had blacked out for a moment but she knew that know she was the demon, her true self, and she felt good. Damn good, sinfully good. Whatever pain from the transformation she may have felt was swept away by her powerful orgasm. It racked her body in crashing waves making every part of her quiver. She knew she had drenched Stephanie's face with her juices, she hoped she hadn't hurt her in any way though. She looked down at her amour only to see that the blanket was a speck under them and the ground was very far away. She gasped and Stephanie opened her eyes to see what was the matter. Suddenly she falling away from Mikaela, whatever spell that held Stephanie to her broken. Mikaela came to her senses and swooped down, she felt the air strain against her leathery wings and a thrill like no other shot through her. This was almost better than sex, almost. She came under Stephanie and caught her in her arms. Instinctively Stephanie hugged close to Mikaela. When she opened her eyes she looked into her face and was amazed. Mikaela's eyes had changed, they had fully oblong pupils like a cat's eyes, and her canines were a little longer, and sharp. She was different yet the same and her whole demeanor seemed to glow. It was then that she saw the wings. They flapped lazily in the night, moonlight shimmering off of them. They were beautiful. They looked like her love should have had them the whole time. "Don't ever let me go Mikaela. Please never let me go." She murmured into her neck as she kissed it and snuggled into her. "You didn't let go of me, I'm not going to let you go." She whispered back. They flew back to the field where the blanket lay waiting for them. They touched down gently and Mikaela softly put Stephanie down. "Mac, you are amazing." She admired her girlfriend's true self, her body was still the same perfect shape but her skin seemed a little darker and her wings as they folded back in rest made her the most beautiful creature Stephanie had ever seen. She stood up and kissed her and hugged close, Mikaela wrapped her wings around her. It was the most secure they had ever felt. "Let's stay just like this forever, I want you wrapped around me always." Mikaela kissed her. "Steph, you helped me do this, you helped me find my true self. I want to repay you." She whispered in her ear. She slid down Stephanie's trembling frame until she was on her knees in front of Stephanie's crotch. Her wings didn't move from where they were around Stephanie as she began to softly pull at her folds with her lips. "Um, you don't feel the need for blood or human flesh do you?" She asked in a shaky voice. "Maybe later," Mikaela purred back with a smile. "Well just be careful with those teeth." "It's not my teeth you need to worry about." And before Stephanie could wonder what she meant, Mikaela snaked her tongue into her pussy. Stephanie couldn't be sure how far in it went but it had to be a good 5 to 6 inches long. If Mikaela's wings had not have been supporting her she would have gone to her knees. "Oh, god Mac how long is that thing?" Mikaela stood and kissed her. She felt the tongue slide into her mouth and actually tickle the back of throat, she felt her pussy quake. Mikaela pulled out of her mouth, but Stephanie sucked on her tongue the whole way. "Jesus, put that monster back in my pussy, please." Happy to oblige she went back down again. She stopped at her breasts and wrapped her tongue around each nipple and then sucked them into her mouth. Stephanie began to whimper. Mikaela stuck the whole thing back in her pussy and started to wiggle it around. She found that the tip could hit a bundle of nerves and the back of Stephanie's pussy, the middle could hit her g-spot, and the very end could rub her clit. After a few minutes of this Stephanie was quaking and screaming like a banshee. Having her major pleasure centers being worked at once almost short-circuited her, the pleasure came crashing in on her so intense that all she could do is stand there and take it. She started jerking her hips hard and Mikaela knew that she was about to cum, she held on tight and kept on working her tongue. She felt the juices drench her face and then heard the ear-piercing scream. Stephanie just had the biggest orgasm of her life, only an orgasm a demon lover could give. Mikaela Ch. 2 Slowly Mikaela stood up, still supporting her love in her strong wings, and kissed her gently on the lips. They were both having a little trouble standing so Mikaela lay them both down on the blanket. They kissed and snuggled for awhile until Stephanie asked, "Mac, I think you are so...I don't know, knee-shakingly sexy, pure eroticism, I want you like this forever: my demon lover. I could never get tired of this. But I'm going to want my Mikaela back sometimes, just regular ol' Mac without the beautiful black wings and cat's eyes. Is there anyway that you could do that too." "For that you I'll do anything." They snuggled tighter against the chilling night air. They kissed lightly at each other's necks and whispered in each other's ears. When Stephanie opened her eyes again she saw that the wings were gone without a mark and her love was back to the Mikaela she was used to. "Can you turn back?" She asked softly. "Don't worry, it's apart of me now. I'm fully in tune with it. I can bring it out at anytime." "You don't need a mind-shattering orgasm to trigger it." "No, I don't need one." "Good that took a lot of work." Stephanie smiled up at her. "But it always helps." Mikaela smiled back at her. "Anything I can do to help, you know me." They lay there intertwined and dozed off waking just in time to see the sun start to rise. Mikaela She stood there looking at her body in the moonlight, it was tight and perfect. Her round breasts, shapely legs, and tight stomach she admired. She ran her hand down her abs and down her thighs and jolts of electricity shot through her. It surprised her so she did it again, her sense of touch was off the charts and every sensation seemed so much more it was erotic to caress even the most mundane piece of flesh. As she rubbed careful circle around her right nipple she began thinking of Stephanie, her lover, her friend, her soul mate, and the things that she could do when she was between her legs. Slowly her hand made it down between her legs and she touched her clit. It put her on her knees, the sensation was so incredible. She ventured another touch and then another before she was gently rubbing it with two fingers. It was all she could do not to cry out, she knew that she would cum soon. She took her other hand from her breast and placed a finger between her folds and did cry out. She didn't care what sounds she made, she had never felt like this before. Soon she was furiously rubbing and penetrating her wet cunt, she opened her eyes for a second and realized that she wasn't on her knees anymore. She hadn't remembered standing up, it didn't matter all that mattered was the intense pleasure she was giving herself. She heard the wet squishing of her fingers, the hoarseness of her breath, and the deep guttural grunts and moans that were the similar to the growl she made earlier in the evening. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and drew blood, the taste of it only heightened her pleasure; intensifying her lust. So into herself she was she didn't notice that every object in the room, including herself, was floating. The closer she got to her orgasm the more wildly they danced in the air. She also didn't notice Marc enter her room and watch as her hand blurred across her crotch and her things danced around her. Calmly he slipped his erection out of his Jockeys and stared masturbating, watching this erotically paranormal spectacle. Then she felt it, that jolt of electricity that told her that she was about to have the biggest orgasm in the history of orgasms. The thought of getting a pillow to muffle the sound crossed her mind but was soon replaced by mind-numbing pleasure. It wasn't so much a scream as a howl. Those who heard it(her parents, the neighbors) all attributed it to an animal of some sort. They weren't sure what the sound was but it definitely wasn't made by a person, Mikaela was unaware she had even made it. She didn't open her eyes for many minutes, she wasn't sure she would be able to move again. When she did she saw Marc leaning against her door with look of arousal and academic curiosity. He was also holding in both hands his long thick cock which was leaking white cum. A urge to lap it up flew through her and was gone almost before she had time to recognize it. "Marc! What are you doing in here?" He simply looked to her left. Her gaze followed his. She saw that everything, her desk, her bed, jewelry box, letters, lamps, everything was floating calmly in the air. The ultimate peace she felt was replaced with fear as she(and everything else) fell to the ground with a hard thump. Marc rushed to help her. He got her up on the bed and said, "I think it's time we had that talk." Most definitely continued...