Demon Lust

by Aunt Molly

"Laura wake up - it's time."

I woke up reluctantly. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked at the clock. 1 am.

Wendy had big blue eyes and short blond hair, and she was shaking with anticipation like a kid on Christmas morning wondering when exactly she could wake her parents and open her presents. She had warned me that she would be waking me at this time, she did not tell me she would be stark naked.

For as long as I had known her Wendy had been very shy about her body, Whether changing for gym or swimming or using the lavatory, she had lived in dread terror that someone might see something.

But in the last few weeks it was like she had fallen in love with her body. Not that there was anything wrong with her body - maybe it was because she was starting to develop breasts - there was something worth showing off now.

I was in my flannel night gown. I wrapped a scrunchy around my long dark hair to pull it into a neat pony-tail. Of the two of us, I was supposed to be the bad girl - the shameless one. I was not really that bad. I flirted with friends father's and told a lot of dirty jokes - but really I hadn't gone beyond kissing boys.

"Wendy, why are you naked?"

"Because this is the way she wants it.", Wendy then walked over and pulled open a window, and then knelt down in front of it. I felt the cold, late autumn breeze flow into the room. Wendy's pink nipples became erect, she shivered slightly, even though she tried her best to act as if the cold didn't bother her.

She stared out into the gloom of night waiting.

"Okay - well *she* can open up the window herself.- I am not letting you get pneumonia.", it was when I had gone to shut the window that I saw it. Wings like a bat - but gliding like a bird.

And I'd seen a bat before - the bats in my part of the world would be much smaller, they would be hibernating, or migrating, or whatever - you just didn't see them this late. And it wasn't flying erratically in the way a bat would, it went straight - straight for the window.

And I stood fascinated, trying to make sense of it even as cold blew through the thin material of my nightgown, even as the cold made my nipples erect.

As it flew closer I could make out detail, a tail, breasts, hair. Oh God! Oh God! I'm dreaming - I'm having a nightmare.

"Wendy - your dad has a gun right?" I had remembered how proud he was of his NRA hat, and arguing with him over gun control - and the argument usually ending with each of us just thinking the other was stupid. Now I was hoping, praying her dad had an assault rifle, a grenade launcher - the whole red-neck, survivalist arsenal.

"Mommy takes pills to help her sleep, Daddy always has a drink before bed, I put a little bit of mommy's medicine in it."

I stepped back away from the window as the shape started to gain more and more detail by the second. "You drugged your parents?"

Wendy took hold of my hand and gripped it tightly, as if to keep me from running away, "I did it to protect them - if daddy saw Mistress he would try to hurt her and she would defend herself, this way, no one gets hurt."

The creature had arrived, flapping its wings twice to slow it, it gripped the window frame, its firm naked breasts and dark hard nipples pressed against the glass. A smooth vaginal slit shamelessly exposed. A belt of old fashioned looking iron keys seems to be her only clothing.

She slipped one leg then another through the open window. And black bat like wings folded to allow her body to slip inside the room. The skin was a strange orange-red color, and her body was tight and muscular without looking butch. She was short - about the same height as me and Wendy, hands ending in long black claw-like fingernails. I saw the long pointed tail waving back and forth, like a cat's when it is waiting for its prey to stick its small whiskered nose from its home.

Wendy gripped my hand more tightly. I wanted to run, but I could not leave my friend at the mercy of this thing. I wanted to scream - but I was afraid it would be futile.

The demon fixed odd snake-like eyes on me, I could not make myself look away, she reached behind herself and shut the window. "Good girl Wendy - you did exactly as I asked. You are one of my most obedient disciples."

A forked tongue escaped from her lips, "You must be Laura, Wendy nearly gushes when she talks about you, I simply *had* to meet you."

"W-What are you going to do to me?"

"So many wicked, wicked things," she then, stepped closed, hot breath in my ear, her scent was musky, pleasant, firm breasts, and hard nipples brushed against my shoulder, "I bet you will submit to me much more quickly than Wendy."

"What what did you do to her?"

"Oh I didn't rape her if that's what you're afraid of. Rape is so *vulgar*. Oh no - A willing servant is so much more fun." she dug a nail into the thin material of my nightgown right at the collar, I could feel it - sharp and hard as glass dragging and tearing at the material all the way to the sleeve. She did the same with her other hand, slicing it open and it fell away. And I stood there in my panties still holding Wendy's hand.

The forked tongue ran along my face and her warm breath filled my nostrils. It had the same musky odor as her body, and sharp fingernails ran across my bare skin It was terrifying and exciting. My nipples were no longer erect from the cold and a kind of warmth filled my body- especially in my panties, the only clothing I had left.

Her snake like tongue seemed prehensile because it wrapped itself around my nipple and began to tug. The tail slithered up the side of my leg and brushed over my bottom, occasionally slipping between the cheeks, an oddly pleasant feeling.

I bit my lip I fought it as hard as I could, wetness started to flow on my pussy - I felt my clit poking out from its hood, my whole body came alive and a moan forced its way from my mouth.

Fingernails dragged over my body - it stung slightly but did not cut the skin, the forked tongue wrapping itself around my other nipple, hot musty breath flowing over it. The point of her tail sliding against my anus. "Don't worry darling I won't push inside - not this time. Tonight I will be oh so gentle."

Sharp needle like teeth started nibbled along the side of my neck. She rubbed her hand over my panties, I could feel those sharp nails through the thin fabric. She found my clit and ran her finger along it. "Wendy darling you better take off these panties - they are getting soaked. And she wouldn't want to have to explain this to her parents."

Wendy let go of my hand and gripped my panties, pulled them down. I didn't resist - I didn't want to, everything this creature did was so electric. Moans and sighs were flowing freely from a body that I could experience, but no longer felt in control of.

"Mistress." My blond friend stared up at her mistress with big, blue, pleading, eyes. "You promised."

"Well now, you need your friend's permission don't you?"

Permission for what? This demon was doing as she pleased.

Those pleading eyes turned to me, sweet, pretty eyes I could never say no to.

"Laura can I *please* lick you here." She reached out and pushed her pointer finger against my clit and rubbed gently, my body shook, it was all so intense.

"Y-You don't have to." Crap, until ten minutes ago I didn't even think she'd kissed anyone. I let one of the boys in school fondle my chest, but that was as far as I'd gone.

"Yes Laura I do have to - I have to so badly that if I don't I just might bust. Please. I love you."

She was my best, best friend, and if I was going to have any girl do this it would be her. "Alright - but only if its what you want."

She crawled over to me, and knelt right in front of me, The demon had slithered around behind me to give Wendy room, The long tail wrapped around one leg, and one of her legs wrapped around my other leg, gently pulling them apart until I was unable to support myself. The demon's full firm breasts pushed against my bare back. Her forked tongue slide in and out and around my ear.

Hands massaged over my pitiful excuses for breasts and fingers tugged on my nipples. I was moaning, drowning in lust before Wendy began to, shamelessly and without hesitation, lap at my clit.

I push my hips forward, I let out a cry, it was too intense, I couldn't stand it - I never wanted it to end. And as I whined and whimpered Wendy just lapped away happily - I could see it in those sweet blue eyes, she was happy. Her small hands squeezing and massaging my bottom.

My breath quickened, I felt like I was going to explode, and just as it was about to become intolerable there was release. I nearly wept. I didn't scream but I whined and wimpered, my knees became weak and I needed the demon woman to hold me up. Which she did - without comment or complain. Her arms as strong as a man's and gentle as a mother's.

That forked tongue ran along my shoulders and back, warm and wet it made the skin it touched tingle wonderfully. Hot breath on my skin

Wendy smiled, my wetness on her face, "Can I give her another one mistress?"

I was about to protest, I was about to say there was no way I could right after something that big. But then my body came to life again, wetness flowed anew, I felt so warm all over.

"Wendy, my sweet, sweet disciple, you can give her as many orgasms as you want."

Wendy nearly squealed in delight before diving between my legs.