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Demoness (M-denoness)
by Puck - 1997

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Have you ever made love with a demon? No, I'm not talking about 
those fake-ass red little bastards with horns on their heads...the 
real thing...especially demon PRINCESSES...are much nicer.

Now, I'm far from being a stud, though I'm not overweight. I've got 
short brown hair, and my skins pretty pale, but I'm not ugly. At 
least that's not what Myra thought.

You see, although I'm only 19 and just started going to college, 
I'm an expert on myths and legends. Yeah see, there was this old 
man who lived next door to me, and he had an entire library about 
monsters, legends, and magic. He was pretty nice, and as I grew up 
he used to let me come over and borrow his books. It was my 
surprise that when he passed away, he left the entire library to me 
in his will.

Now, that was 2 years ago, and this is where you came in. Okay, now 
here's how it happened.

It was about two months ago when all this stuff happened. I think 
it was Friday, and I was alone in my dorm room on account my 
roommate went to a party.  I'm no social butterfly...Anyway, I was 
skimming through a particularly large brown book entitled "The Nine 
Worlds" when I came across something that sparked my interest. The 
book read as follows.

The cosmos in which we live is but a single plane in the whole. 
There is, in fact, nine planes in which mortals, through the use of 
Zizmuth, can travel.  Be forewarned! There is, out of the planes an 
existence of pure evil! This world, which is sometimes referred to 
as Hades, Hell, and The Abyss, is populated by demons whose sole 
purpose is to spread misery. The world in which Zizmuth contacts is 
random, and there is no guarantee said mortal will not open a 
portal into this world.

Damn! Inter-dimensional travel! I was mystified. You see, Zizmuth 
is a rune, a rune being nothing more than a symbol. I had already 
known about runes and their power for years. To use them, you must 
draw them in the air with your finger and call out their name. 
Unfortunately, they could only be used during certain hours. There 
are twenty-four runes, each having a particular hour.  Even more 
unfortunately, they could only be used during the first minute of 
the hour. For example, Xaxas, the twenty third rune, can only be 
used during the beginning of the 23-hour of the day...(11:00 P.M.)

Now, seeing how Zizmuth was the 24th rune, it could only be used at 
12:00.
I looked at the clock and saw it was only 11:48. I only had to wait 
12 minutes!
Now, I wasn't too excited, I mean, I always had thought magic 
didn't exist, but I figured it was fun to try. I mean, my roommate 
would be gone the entire night, giving me a chance to try a whole 
buncha stuff.

When 12:00 rolled by, I stood up, drew Zizmuth in the air, and 
called out its name. I wasn't surprised when nothing happened.

"Oh well..." I sighed, as I went back to my bed to continue 
reading. No sooner had I climbed onto the bed I felt a sudden cold 
gush of wind. I looked around the room, but the windows were shut 
and the door was locked.

"What the...?" I asked myself. Suddenly, in the middle of the room, 
an oval..  well...door, portal, hole, whatever ya wanna call it, 
appeared in the center of the room with a faint 'pop'. I was 
dumbfounded. I sat staring at this thing, for about a second or two 
when suddenly a slender figure appeared to be walkin through it! I 
couldn't see the figure very clearly, mainly because there was a 
bright greenish light coming from the portal.

I saw the figure raise its arm towards the portal after it had 
stepped through, and, slowly the doorway closed up. When the door 
disappeared completely, I got a clear view of the thing that had 
walked through to my world.

It was a woman. At least that's what it looked like. She had long 
red hair flowing from the back of her head. Her skin was very pale, 
and that made her lips stand out from the rest of her face. Her 
lips were colored a dark red, much darker than normal. And her 
eyes...her eyes were a purple darker then the most darkest violets.

She was dressed in what looked like a black bodysuit. It hugged her 
hips very tightly, (though it hardly covered them). The suit was 
strapless, and it wrapped around her chest as tightly as her legs. 
She wore black nylons on her beautifully shaped legs, which ran 
down to black boots that she wore on her feet. And she wore see 
through black nylon sleeves on her arms. Upon closer inspection, I 
noticed she wore a diamond ring on her right hand, and...well, she 
had black leather like wings on her back, which were presently 
resting against her body. In one word, she was gorgeous.

She peered at me with her searing eyes and spoke. "Who are you?" 
she asked, in a low toned whisper.

"Ummmm...I...my name is Stephen..." I stammered. Hey, wouldn't you 
be a little nervous in my shoes?

"Are you the one who has allowed me into your world?" she asked, 
with a little more calmness.

"Yes, I suppose so." I replied. Then it hit me...'your 
world'...this thing was a demon! She had all the features I read 
about so many years ago!

"Listen," I cried out, backing away, "it was an accident that I 
opened that door...I didn't mean to..."
"Are you afraid of me?" she asked calmly. Her facial expression 
suggested she wasn't planning on attacking me.

"Well, you are a demon, aren't you?" I asked. "Yes." she answered 
in her monotonous voice. "I am Myra, daughter of Beelzebub."

Oh shit! I thought to myself...ya see, Beelzebub is Satan's right 
hand man, or so that's what I read.

I became almost hysterical. "Look, I don't wanna die...I SWEAR it 
was an accident that I..." "Calm yourself, Stephan!" she snapped. 
"I am assuming that you are not familiar with the Laws of 
Enlightenment?" she calmly asked.
"Ummmm...well no." I stammered, still scrunched against the wall. 
"You see, it is law that when a underworld is summoned by a mortal, 
they are obliged one request." she explained as she slowly walked 
over to my bed and sat upon it. She crossed her legs and waited for 
my reply.

I slowly approached her. "You mean I get one favor from you?" I 
asked.  She smiled. "Exactly." she said happily. Her smile showed 
me that she had two fangs in the upper part of her mouth.

Now, I'm no fool. If she was a demon, she was evil. And evil lies. 
"Look," I pleaded, "I appreciate your offer, but all I really want 
is for you to go back to where ever you came from."

A puzzled look appeared on her face; she looked at me as if I were 
insane.  "Look," I asked, "I really don't want anything...I was 
just fooling around, honest!"

She thought for a minute, then she closed her eyes tightly as if 
she were concentrating. After a moment she opened her eyes again 
with a sly smirk on her face.

She arose and began walking towards me. "What...what are you 
doing?" I nervously asked, as I started walking backwards away from 
her. "I have scanned your thoughts and now know what you wish of 
me." she laughed seductively, still inching her way towards me.

"What?!" I blurted out. "You wish to be pleasured." she stated. 
Now, I admit, she was extremely beautiful, but I was too scared to 
have a boner.

"Uh...no...no I don't..." I stammered, now stuck in the corner of 
my room.  

"Your thoughts betray you, Stephen." she whispered. By now she was 
directly in front of me. She gently massaged my face and tenderly 
whispered into my ear.  "Please don't fear me...I only wish to 
pleasure you. Trust me, Stephan...
I have no desire to harm you."

I relaxed my muscles, and allowed Myra to put her arms around me. 
She kissed my neck first, gently massaging my skin with her moist 
tongue. I felt her run her two fangs along my neck, while 
simultaneously trailing warm saliva along with them. It was the 
nicest feeling I've ever experienced.

"Lay with me..." she whispered. We made our way to my bed, and she 
laid me down onto my back and she climbed on top of me.

"Relax, Stephan. Let me do everything.." she whispered. She slowly 
removed my shirt and licked my chest with her tongue. She 
concentrated mostly on my two nipples, trailing her tongue in a 
circular motion against them.

"Uuuhhhnn..." I let a moan of pleasure escape my lips as Myra 
continued her oral massage. She slowly made her way down my chest 
until she was at my pants. She unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled 
my pants down. Then she gently took off my underwear and took my 
dick into her mouth.

"Oh..." I moaned as I felt her warm lips wrap around my cock.  She 
slowly massaged my dick as she took it into her mouth, trailing her 
two fangs along its top. Every minute or so she would release my 
dick from her grasp and work on my balls.

She'd stick out her tongue, and gently cradle each one with it, 
coating them with saliva. After she was through, she went back to 
my cock. She rammed it into her mouth so hard that it hit the back 
her throat. I started moaning uncontrollably as she sucked harder, 
like a vacuum.

"Oh God...I'm gonna cum..." I whispered. She looked up at me, 
removed my dick and smiled. "That's the idea." she laughed. Then 
she went back to work.  She started trailing her lips up and down 
my cock at a faster rate, forming an airtight seal around my cock 
with her lips. 

I couldn't take it anymore...my balls started to jerk and I new I 
was about to cum. "Oh Gawd...I'm cumming...Yeah yeah yeah! OH FUCK 
YES!" I screamed in ecstasy as I exploded into her mouth, in one 
giant continuous stream. Myra swallowed every drop I had like a 
hungry lioness, not stopping even to breath as she continued to go 
down on me.

In a few seconds, I had had the most intense orgasm I had ever 
felt. When it finally passed, Myra slowly ran her lips to the tip 
of my cock, giving it one last wet kiss before getting up off of 
me.

I could only lie there, panting like a dog as Myra moved to the 
side of me and gently stroked my hair.

"You tasted good." she whispered into my ear. "-=gasp=-...thank 
you...-=gasp=-" ..." I managed to muster.

"That...was the best...-=gasp=-..." I tried to speak, but I was 
completely exhausted by my intense orgasm.

"Shhh...rest, Stephen. We will continue momentarily..." Myra 
whispered sweetly. She looked upon me with an innocent smile and I 
felt her wings reach around me while she cradled my hair. My mind 
raced with thoughts about what was happening. I had summoned a 
beautiful creature that was now giving me the greatest pleasure I 
had ever experienced.

After a moment's rest, she asked me if I wanted to continue. "Um, 
well, if you want to..." I responded sheepishly.

She smiled, sat up, and began to remove her clothing. My heart was 
pounding as she SLOWLY removed her top, followed by her boots, then 
her bottom. It wasn't a strip tease, exactly, but it was very 
erotic.

She slowly rested her hands against my chest and kissed me, with 
her perfectly formed breasts crushed up against me. I took each one 
into my mouth, sucking on her stiff nipples. "Mmmmmmmm..." Myra 
hummed as I played with her breasts, caressing each one with my 
tongue as she did to me. I ran my tongue all over her top, from her 
neck to her chest, as she held me with her wings.

"You are quite skilled at this, Stephen..." she whispered. She 
gently laid back so that now I was on top of her. I licked every 
part of her body, making my way down to her pussy.

Myra opened her legs to give me more access to her, and I began to 
explore her pussy. It was completely shaven, so I didn't have to 
worry about pubic hair.  I slithered my tongue into her and rubbed 
my muscle against her moist walls.

"Oh...keep doing that..." she moaned as I continued my oral 
assault.  I licked her in a circular motion, making sure I got 
every part of her. Her wings gripped me tighter as she became more 
excited. 

"Oh...oh...yes...lick me..." she cried. I obliged. I found her clit 
and started lapping my tongue onto it like a cat. Myra began 
convulsing and I immediately stopped and asked if she was alright. 
Her wings immediately pushed me back into her pussy.

"BY THE GODS, DON'T STOP!!!!!!" she screamed. I quickly went back 
to work. I started slashing at her clit violently with my tongue, 
determined to make her cum.

"RRAAAWWRR!" Myra let out a sound that resembled a lion's roar, and 
I knew she was going over the edge. I became overwhelmed by her 
juices, which poured out of her now twitching pussy. There was one 
thing that was unusual, though. Her cum was dark purple, but it 
tasted sweeter than honey itself.

Finally, after all of her energy was spent, I got up and rested by 
her side.  

"How was I?" I asked. Her response was a kiss. She hungrily kissed 
me, shoving her entire tongue into me, with her tip reaching the 
very back of my throat.
When she stopped, she looked at me with wide eyes. "You...how did 
you do that?" she asked surprisingly. "Do what?" I asked. I noticed 
that her eyes were no longer violet, but now a light blue.

"You pleasured me." she responded. "So?" I asked. "No mortal has 
ever been able to please me." she answered.

I sat up, and stared at her. "You mean, I'm the first guy to make 
you cum?" 

"Well, yes." she answered, getting up with me. "Wow..." I sat 
there, mystified. Then I remembered her eyes. "Ummmm...if you don't 
mind my asking, what happened to your eyes?"

She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. "Oh...my kind's eyes 
change when our emotions change." she paused, then continued. "Are 
my eyes blue?"

"Yeah. What does that mean?" I responded. She gently massaged my 
chest with her hands, still looking me straight in the eyes. "Joy." 
she responded.
I smiled. "Um...do you wanna continue?" I asked. Her response was a 
quick shove to the bed and she quickly jumped on to me, her wings 
now fully extended outward into the air.

She took my cock into her pussy, and groaned as she slid it into 
her. "There is something...that my kind can do...mmmmm...to 
intensify pleasure...  uh..." she moaned as she rode me.

"What?!" I cried. She laughed, and showed me. I felt her pussy 
muscles begin to move inside her. "Oh...oh...oh Gawd..." I bellowed 
with pleasure as she began massaging my dick with her pussy.

"You can...you can...uh..." I tried to speak but I was trapped in 
her embrace.

She started growling like an animal and picked up the tempo of her 
thrusts.  She started slamming onto me as her pleasure escalated. I 
soon began meeting her thrusts, pushing myself into her as our 
rhythmic thrusts exploded into a violent tempo.

"Arrrooo!" Myra howled like a wolf as she came, covering me in the 
same violet juice she flowed before. She bent her head back and 
stretched her black wings as far out as she could, and I exploded a 
stream of cum into her as we erupted into a mutual orgasm.

When is was over, Myra collapsed on top of me, her wings lying 
limply on the bed. She was breathing heavily, being exhausted from 
our little escapade.  "You did...-=heave=-...well, Stephen...-
=heave=-..." Myra whispered, her head resting on my chest. I saw 
her eyes had changed again; now they glowed green.
I leaned over to her ear, and asked her what green represented. She 
slowly brought her face to mine, and looked into my eyes.

"Love." she calmly responded. I sat up, and looked at her. She was 
smiling at me, and she gently took my hand into hers.

"But..." I stammered, "I thought you were incapable of love..." The 
moment I said those words she looked at me as if I had broken her 
heart. Small tears began to run down her face, and I immediately 
tried to apologize...

"I'm sorry! That's not what I meant! I..." "How could you possibly 
think any creature is incapable of such a powerful emotion?!" she 
interrupted, quickly getting to her feet and putting her clothes 
on.

"I..." I stammered, but she interrupted me again. "Do you think it 
was a coincidence that I was the one who crossed over?! I have been 
watching over you for years from my world! There is something you 
are not aware of, Stephen.  Most of my kind would rip you to shreds 
and use you as a meal after your request! We may be obligated to a 
single request, but after that, we do as we please! The first time 
I laid my eyes upon you I fell in love with you! But I was wrong! 
We are not the only creatures who can be cruel!"

By now she was hysterical, and her eyes had turned into a dark 
gray. I could only guess gray represented sorrow.

I slowly walked over to her, and put my arms around her. She fell 
into my arms, and buried her face in my chest. "I may be a demon, 
Stephen, but we are not all evil..." she quietly sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Myra...I only know what I read...apparently not 
everything in those books is correct." I said soothingly. She 
looked up at me, and I wiped away her tears with my finger. She 
gently kissed me, and smiled.

"I...I must return now, Stephen...I...I wish to see you again..." 
she said quietly.

"How do I call you?" I asked. "Take a parchment, write my name upon 
it, and then set it ablaze...I will return through the fire." she 
replied. I thought it was kinda weird, but who was I to talk?

"One more thing, Myra.." I asked, as she prepared to leave, "How 
did you find me in the first place?" She smiled. "I was a friend of 
Baum's." she replied.  

"Do you think it was a coincidence he left you his entire library 
after he died?" she asked cheerfully. "You mean you're the one who 
asked him to..." I stammered.  "Yes."

We said our goodbyes and, with a wave of her hand, Myra vanished. 

Cool story, huh? ...What? No, that wasn't the last time I saw 
her...  on the contrary, I've gotten in touch with her many times 
afterwards. You wanna hear about 'em? Sorry, but that's another 
story...:)

PUCK	
2/5/97
