Perverts 'R' Us

She Devil

By Danyealle (she-devil, rough, passionate)


Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

 

She-Devil - A half woman, half jungle cat who's normal shape is that of a sexy woman.  A cross between a werewolf and a vampire.  She never fully changes into a jungle cat, she only grows a full mane of hair, fangs, yellow cat-like eyes and claws.  The change only takes place when she has an orgasm.  She survives on blood of men, but only when he's having an orgasm.  She never drains enough to kill or harm them only enough to sate her craving and need.  Her bite leaves total amnesia in the victim to the bite and the change but not to the sexual encounter and the feeling of complete sexual satisfaction.

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I sat on the barstool looking around at the men in the bar.  Nothing promising so far but it was still early.  Unlike others of my kind, who will take anything that can get an erection and have an orgasm I need a particular type of man to satisfy my lust.  I suppose I should tell you who I am, my name is Mickey VonErich.  I'm a she-devil but in these politically correct times we prefer to be called changelings or shape sifters.  We are all females, through some of my kind prefer to dress like men because they like homosexual blood but that is a whole other story.  We are immortal. I'm one of the ancient ones.  I've been around for many centuries. 

You become a she-devil much the way you become a vampire, a bite from one of us. But for some force of nature men are immune to our bites. In every city there are many of us, we know each other by sight and smell.  We exude a scent that we can detect in each other.  It distinguishes us from you mortals.  It is a subtle scent like a hint of perfume but contains a pheromone that attracts men.  Now, amongst ourselves we don't need to talk we can communicate by looks and can read each other's minds.

It's a long evolution to become an ancient one like me.  When you first come into our fold there is a lot to learn.  At first you need to feed three or four times a day and no control over you're "changing".  Your sexual appetite is voracious.  Even when you masturbate, ancient and new all do this a lot, you change you then have to wait an hour or so to change back unlike when you feed you change back right after you've finished.  Like one of your teenagers we gradually learn self-control.  The older you get, the less you need to feed.  I only feed once a week but can go without for up to two months.  Around the time of the full moon all of us, including the ancient ones, find it harder to control the change and ourselves.  Over the years you gradually learn to keep you changed under control and can have orgasms, several of them at a time, without changing and can have sex without needing to feed.  We are sexual, sensual creatures, needing a lot of sex.  We turn heads of both sexes when we walk by so we have no problems finding victims, I mean partners.

Now, unlike vampires we can go out during the day, but like felines we're more comfortable at night.  We have a lot of feline qualities: we are graceful creatures, we can move silently and make purring and growling sounds when turned on.  We are also ferocious fighters when we need to be.  The only other time we change is when we are in danger.  I imagine you have heard of many unsolved murders where the victim was torn apart.  Unfortunately that was probably one of us who was backed into a corner and had to fight.  There is an underground railroad of us who will help one another move on to another town after an incident like that.  Now like humans, each of us like something different, sexually.  Some of us are into straight, no frills sex and it runs the gamut to the hard-core S&M and B&D.  As a rule we don't marry, but there are some who do.  Since we don't age, it would be something of an inconvenience.  We move around a lot, so our agelessness isn't noticed so much.  We learned how to make use of the banking systems to fund us through the centuries.  Trust funds are wonderful things.  In the underground we can change our identities, birth and death certificates to throw suspicion off ourselves.  Over the centuries we have perfected this to a fine art.

There is only one way to kill us, dogs.  If we walk by you when you have your dog it will go crazy.  Given the chance it would rip out throats out.  Because of our finely tuned senses we can smell these beasts on you and will avoid you.

We do eat your foods and drink your drinks to appear normal but they pass right through our systems and we get no nourishment from them.  But it is a luxury of taste and we do enjoy it.  But it is no substitute for male blood filled with testosterone, endorphins, adrenaline and extra oxygen.

When we feed on a man we don't hurt them.  We don't take any more blood than the Red Cross does if you donate and our bite marks look like a hickey when we are done, the bite can be anywhere on the body not just the neck.  The only harm it may do is that you normal women may no longer satisfy them.

At one time or another we all have had a regular man we saw who could satisfy us better than the rest.  We do feel emotions like you mortals, and that's why we don't let ourselves get attached to people.  It's sad to watch someone you care for grow old and feeble then die, when you don't age a day.  Sometimes if there is someone special we once knew and they are close to the end of their life, late one night we'll visit them as a pleasant reminder of days long gone and they die with a smile on their face and wonderful memories running through his mind.

Like vampires, any wounds we receive completely heal while we sleep.  Sometimes, over the ages, we find our lives too hard to bear, and with help from the underground we find a place where we can "sleep" for up to 100 years.  Our "sleep" is as close to death as we come; it's like your coma.  It recharges us and once we awaken we reorient ourselves to the changes in the world.

Now I guess I should tell you a bit about myself, since I have told you more about us than any mortal has ever known.  I'm 5'7, around 120 lb., light ash-blonde hair down to the middle of my back.  I have small breasts, but a fine figure and long, long legs.  I big, green, expressive eyes, a cute little nose and perfect lips and teeth.  Like most of my kind, I'm built like this for one reason, to attract men.  We talked earlier about how we all like different kinds of sex, well myself I like it a bit rough and nasty.  I like muscular men, not body-builders, just men in good shape with some meat on their bones.  I also like big cocks, the bigger the better.  I mentioned briefly earlier about our scent, it's not only to attract men but also helps to improve their performance.  Our "pussy juice", as you humans so crudely call it, also heightens the males ecstasy level to the point that most of them don't notice the change, like a drug.

Males are called the stronger sex; we laugh at that statement because they are putty in our hands.  We consider them the weak sex that is ruled by their genitals.  Once their cocks are hard the blood flow to their head stops and they're thought process stops.

Enough about us, our past and what we are, let's get back to the present.  The bar is filling up and as usual men are buying me drinks.  I get several propositions but none are my type so I pass on the offers.  It has been a week since I fed so I will find someone before dawn.

Finally around 11:00 PM, when I was about to leave and go to another bar a guy comes in and sits down beside me.  He was just my type, about 6'10", around 250 lb., long, bright red hair, almost as long as mine, blue-green eyes, a bulbous nose and a red goatee.  He had tattoos up and down both arms a deep voice.  After he ordered his drink he looked over at me and smiled.  He offered to buy me a refill and I accepted.  The bartender, one of us, brought me a fresh Jack and coke and smiled.  I turned my scent output way up, knowing this mortal was going to be mine. 

We talked for about an hour. I found out his name was Mark Callous, he's a professional wrestler.  Twenty minutes later, I was on the back of his Harley heading for his house.  When we got there, he had me sit on the sofa. He lit a fire in the fireplace then went into the kitchen to fix us both another drink.  I shrugged off my leather jacket.  Underneath I was wearing a leather mini skirt and a sleeveless men's undershirt.  I was also wearing a garter belt and stockings and knee high, black leather, spiked heeled boots with chains and silver tips.  I noticed there was a lot of Harley memorabilia around.  I also noticed several skin magazines here and there.  I got up and walked over to the fireplace to look at the pictures propped along the mantle.  I smiled, I thought I recognized him, he's the Undertaker.

While I was looking at the pictures he came back into the room and handed me my drink, then he reached over and stroked my hair.  He had removed his leather jacket and shirt, he still wore his tight jeans and motorcycle boots.  I noticed he had quite a few tattoos on his chest and a lot of red hair there as well.

We made a little more small talk then he asked, "There were whole lot of men in that bar better looking than I am, but you chose me, why?"

I smiled over him over the rim of my glass, "You're my type, none of them were."

He smiled, "You like the biker type then?"

I smiled again, "Not really, I can just tell you're my type."

"All right, how can you tell that?"

I grinned at him, "I can smell it on you."

"He laughed," OK I'll buy that.  You aren't one of those wrestling groupies are you?  Looking to put a notch on your belt?"

I shook my head, "I watch it occasionally but didn't recognize you until I saw these." I said pointing to the mantle.  I sat my drink down and started running my hands up and down his chest.  I was hungry, but I was more horny.  I knew I was going to get what I wanted, then what I needed.

He sat his drink down and pulled me tight to his chest and kissed me roughly.  While he was kissing me I reached down and started rubbing his cock through his jeans; I could smell the pre-cum oozing from his cock.

He groaned and started running his fingers through my hair and smelling it, "God, you work fast."

"I know what I want.  I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts, all night long."

He looked down at me and smiled, "I do like a woman who knows what she wants."

I looked up at him, "You going to give it to me?"

He grinned, "Anything the lady wants."  He took my hand and led me to his bedroom.  It was all done in black down to the black comforter on his black lacquered bed.

I watched as he undressed and laid on the bed with his legs spread and started jerking on his cock.  He grinned at me, "Your turn.  Put on a show for me,"

I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head then reached behind myself and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall into a pool around my ankles then kicked it aside.  I lowered my panties and kicked them into the pile with the rest of my clothes.  I was about to undo my stockings when he said, "Leave them and your boots on and come over here."

I walked over to the bed and propped on foot on the edge of the mattress, exposing my dripping pussy to him.  He reached over and ran his fingers up and down my dripping slit.  "Why don't you stand there and play with yourself for me."

I reached down and started pushing one finger deep into my pussy rubbing my clit in slow circles with one of the other fingers.  It only took a couple minutes and I threw my head back and came.

Mark got off the bed, came up behind me, shoved his cock deep into my pussy and started fucking me.  He was big and rough just my type.  He ran his rough hands up and down my body.  He took my breast in his hand and started to play with and pull on my nipples.  Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive under his rough touch.

He reached up and pulled my hair to one side and started kissing and nibbling on my bare neck.  I moaned loudly and deep in my throat my "motor" kicked in and I started purring softly.

I heard Mark chuckle, "You like this huh? You're purring just like a satisfied cat."  He started moving his big cock in faster and harder.  It only took a few more minutes of that and I came, HARD.  For all the self-control I have learned over the centuries this orgasm was so powerful I almost couldn't stop myself and nearly "changed" then and there.  But I was able to get myself under control at the last minute.

He stopped and pulled out once he felt my orgasm.  He gave me a couple minutes to gather my wits then lifted me up and laid me flat on my back in the middle of the bed.  He lay between my legs, propped them on his massive shoulders and started to lick and suck on my pussy.  He licked and sucked on my clit then would work down and dart his tongue in and out the opening then run it around the entrance.  I was moaning and writhing on the bed.  I reached down and ran my fingers through his mass of red hair.  I then propped myself up on one elbow, moved his hair to one side, bent one leg and laid it flat on the bed so I could watch him eat me.  After several minutes I threw my head back and moaned, "Yessssssssssss, eat me.  Make me cum."

He redoubled his efforts and I could hear a growl escape my throat and came again.  Again, it took every ounce of my self-control to not "change".

After he finished he got to his knees, licked his lips to get the rest of my juices off of himself.   He then bent down and kissed me, running his fingers through my hair.  He wrapped his hands behind my head and pulled me into a deeper kiss, probing the inside of my mouth with his tongue.  I reached up and ran my fingers through his mass of hair then let them roam down his muscular back until I reached his taut ass.  I let my hands roam over the hills of his ass, then moved my hand underneath him and started to stroke his hard cock.  I could feel him move up on his knees a little bit so I could get to it easier. 

The head was running with his pre-cum, which I used as a lubricant.  After several minutes he moaned into my lips, reached down and stopped my hand.  He pulled his lips off mine and smiled down at me, "Hmmmm, you are so good.  If you had kept that up I would have cum, and I don't want to do that just yet.  Too much more fun to have."  He rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled me up onto all fours.  He pushed my hair to one side so he could look at my face.  He then took hold of his cock and put it at the entrance of my pussy, rubbing it up and down my dripping slit then slid it inside and started moving it in and out.  I moaned loudly.  He started working harder and harder.  I turned my head and looked back at him, his hair was hanging in strings about his face, drenched with sweat.  His face was red and running with sweat.  His eyes were shut, concentrating.  He must have felt my gaze because he opened his eyes and looked at me smiling, "You like?"

I grinned, "Oh yea.  Why don't you stick a finger in my ass."

He smiled, " you got it."  He put one of his long fingers in his mouth, wetting it, then in one motion buried it deep into my ass, wiggling it around.

I moaned and moved back, driving it deeper into my ass.  He continued to fuck me, then added a second finger into my ass.   "If you like my fingers in there how do you think you would like my cock up there?"

I grinned wickedly back at him; "I would LOVE it."

"You got it."  He pulled out of my pussy and started easing it into my ass.  Once every inch of it was buried deep he started fucking away.  Soon I was getting close to another powerful orgasm and I knew this time I would have to "change", I couldn't control it any longer.  I had him pull out and prop himself up against the headboard, crawled on top of him and lowered myself down onto his big cock and started to ride him.  Mark groaned and told me how much he loved it.

Finally, after only a couple minutes of riding him my orgasm overtook me and I "changed".  My hair thickened and grew into a think mane.  I could feel my eyes change, my incisors grew down into fangs and my nails elongated into claws.  I howled at the top of my lungs as the "change" finished.

I could tell Mark was getting close to cumming, he was humping up into me and moaning.  Finally he reached out and clutched the bedposts, threw his head back and started to cum.  I sunk my fangs into his shoulder and started to feed.

By the time he finished cumming I had finished feeding and had changed back.  He pulled me tight to him and kissed me tenderly.  "That was the best I have ever had."

I smiled at him; "I aim to please."

He chuckled, "I loved it.  Give me a bit and we can start over."

I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his chest, hearing the heart beat quickly deep inside his massive chest.

The story is copywritten to Danyealle and cannot be reproduced or used in  any shape or form without express written permission of the author.  The character of the she-devil may not be used in any manner without the permission of the author.
 


 

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