The Devil Inside Me

by Alexis Adaire

  Caitlyn’s felt her legs quivering. She didn’t believe he was the devil, that Satan, but she knew he was evil. She could see it. “You said you can help my sister,” she said.

  “I can do more than help,” he said. “I can make her well again. No side effects or lingering symptoms.”

  “Did you cause this? Did you make her sick?” Caitlyn was getting riled, and the continuing dull throb at the base of her skull wasn’t helping matters.

  Chris laughed. “No, child. That wasn’t me — that was Him.” His tone became sarcastic. “The Divine One can be wickedly petty sometimes. And of course, He could cure her, too, but as you’ve already discovered, He tends to be rather hard of hearing when one really needs Him.”

  “And what do you want in return?” Caitlyn asked. “My soul?” She meant it to sound derisive, but her fear gave it a trembling she hadn’t intended.

  Chris burst into laughter, so loud and deep that everyone in the bar looked over. “Old wive’s tale, I’m afraid,” he said. “I get plenty of souls as it is. I prefer more earthly rewards for my favors.” He leaned toward her and when he whispered she smelled his ashen breath. “I want your cunt.”

  Caitlyn’s stomach knotted up and she considered running, but held her ground.

  “I want you to give it to me, willingly and totally, for one hour.”

  “You’re a sick fuck,” Caitlyn replied. “I hope you die.”

  She turned and walked briskly toward the door, and just as she opened it she heard Chris’s deep voice say, “Not likely.”

  Chapter 5

  Caitlyn’s mother saw her asleep in a chair in the waiting area when she arrived at two in the morning. They both looked exhausted as they walked to the coffee machine, Caitlyn giving her mom the doctor’s terrible update, along with the news that Amber was now off-limits in an isolation room. Her mother broke down in tears and Caitlyn did her best to reassure her that everything would be all right, though she herself was beginning to have doubts.

  The women spoke until sometime in the middle of the night, when her mother fell asleep. Caitlyn was also drained, and on top of everything else, her headache had become so bad that she was starting to feel nauseous. Even worse, she couldn’t get Chris Titan — or Satan, whatever his real name was — off her mind. She remembered the smell of his breath, his irritating grin and slimy voice. Most of all, though, she thought about his offer. What if he was telling the truth? Would she trade her body for her sister’s life? In a heartbeat she would, but this… this was the devil. Or at least someone claiming to be him. Caitlyn did the only thing she could think to do in such a bizarre, emotional situation: She turned her attention to God, praying fervently for Amber’s recovery until she eventually fell asleep, too.

  In the morning, the two tired women met again with the doctor. Amber’s condition had worsened overnight and she was now in critical condition. Furthermore, the doctor was becoming pessimistic about Amber’s chances of recovery, saying, “We’ve done all we can, but nothing seems to be working. At this point, she may only have hours left. I’m sorry.” He introduced them to a woman who worked in the hospital’s administration, and she gave them the standard suggestions, one of them being to call close relatives to let them know the severity of the situation.

  Caitlyn’s mother was admirably calm and refused to leave the hospital, saying that she wanted to be as close to Amber’s side as possible. Caitlyn herself put on a veneer of strength for the sake of her mom. She told her mother she wanted to get some fresh air, then walked straight to the hospital’s chapel. Upon entering, she saw a small, quiet room with four short pews and a fake stained-glass window with an image of a dove, artificially lit from the other side.

  Caitlyn sat in the front pew and for the first minute or two, cursed God vehemently, screaming out loud at Him for His lack of attention and uncaring nature. When she calmed down, she quietly apologized and began to pray again.

  “That’s useless, you know.”

  The voice came from behind, scaring Caitlyn half to death. She recognized it immediately as Chris. How did he get in? She would have heard if anyone had entered the room. She was too afraid to turn around.

  “Seriously, He doesn’t listen to you people,” Chris continued. “There are too many of you who want things. Want, want, want… He stopped paying attention centuries ago.”

  Caitlyn turned to face him, her head pounding worse than ever. Chris eyed her, then said, “I, on the other hand, am offering you exactly what you want: your sister’s life.”

  A tense moment passed as Caitlyn stared at Chris, who continued his attempt to entice her. “Spend an hour in my bed and Amber will recover.”

  Caitlyn finally spoke, saying, “How do I know you’ll keep your word? For that matter, how do I know you can do what you say?”

  Chris approached her. “You don’t know whether I’ll keep my word. You have to have faith — ironic, isn’t it?” he said with that irritating grin. “As for my ability to cure the sick, you have a bit of a headache right now, do you not?”

  She nodded, her head pounding. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

  “Tsk, tsk. We can’t have that. I want you at full strength while you’re fucking me. Your migraine will be gone in exactly 5 seconds. 4… 3…”

  Caitlyn waited breathlessly. The throbbing ache had her on the verge of vomiting.

  “2…”

  She felt her stomach churn.

  “1…” Chris waved his hand in front of her face.

  It was gone.

  Instantly. The pain, the nausea — totally gone. She felt fine. Better than fine, in fact, she felt great. She wasn’t even tired anymore. She looked at Chris, astonished. He rolled his eyes and said mockingly, “Oh ye of little faith.”

  Chris continued, “I can do the same for Amber. It’s all up to you, my dear Caitlyn.” He extended a hand to her. “Do we have a deal?”

  Caitlyn’s heart trembled and her breath caught in her throat as she remembered her sister with the little river of blood trickling down her pale face.

  She lowered her head and took Chris’s hand.

  Chapter 6

  Caitlyn found her mother and told her she was going home to call some of their relatives and that she’d be back in a couple of hours. As she exited the hospital, she found Chris parked outside in a black Ferrari. She climbed in and the engine roared as they pulled away from the curb.

  Chris looked at Caitlyn as he drove and saw she was shaking. He reached to take her hand and she instinctively pulled away, then had to force herself to hold his hand. It was exceedingly warm to the touch.

  “You’ve made a wise choice,” Chris said. “We are going to have an indecent amount of fun.”

  “I need to go home,” Caitlyn said in a quiet voice. “I should shower and change first.”

  “You can shower at my place,” Chris replied. “And I have something for you to wear. You will do whatever I ask of you from this point on. Is that clear?”

  Caitlyn nodded. Was it her imagination or did his voice sound sexier now? He released her hand and slid his fingers between her thighs, close to her crotch. She could feel the warmth through her jeans. That warmth, the sexy low voice, her relief at her headache being gone, the hope that her sister would soon be okay… Caitlyn relaxed and was surprised to feel the wetness between her legs.

  ♦

  Chris had the penthouse floor of a downtown luxury apartment building with floor-to-ceiling windows all around and a breathtaking view of Lake Erie. There was a black grand piano in his well-appointed living room. An amazing collection of art adorned the walls. Caitlyn felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she looked the room over.

  “When does the hour start?” she asked Chris.

  “When we’re naked together,” he replied. “But there’s no rush, my dear. Amber is already getting better.” He saw her startled look and said, “Faith works both ways, you see. I don’t imagine you to be the type of person who would back o
ut on our agreement.”

  “No,” Caitlyn said, “I’m not. Thank you. Thank you so much. I’ll do whatever you want.” As she said it, she was surprised to feel a twinge in her lower abdomen, that familiar feeling of sexual anticipation. This was crazy — was she actually looking forward to this?

  Chris placed a tumbler filled with ice and whiskey in her hand. “This will help,” he said. “Did you know I invented alcohol?” She took a big drink, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that this man was the devil, Satan himself. He looked like a normal guy, albeit an extremely sexy one.

  He lead her to his huge bedroom, which also had floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as a large bed covered with dark red silk sheets. In the spacious bathroom Caitlyn found a towel and the clothing Chris had obviously set out for her earlier. There was also a new toothbrush and her favorite Donna Karan perfume. How had he known she would agree to do this?

  “I’ll leave you for now,” Chris said. “Take your time.”

  When he shut the bathroom door behind him, Caitlyn looked at herself in the mirror. She was still wearing the same jeans and Cavs shirt she’d had on for the last who-knows-how-many hours. 36? 48? She’d lost count. Staring at her reflection, she told herself that this was for Amber and that a deal was a deal. She had no choice but to go through with it. She downed half the whiskey, then peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower.

  The hot water relaxed her, and the fresh bar of soap was absolutely sublime. Caitlyn had never smelled anything like it. The whiskey in her system lulled her into a blissful state as she soaped her body and imagined what the next hour would be like. She was about to fuck a really hot guy, but he was substantially more than just a guy. She had no idea what to expect. Part of her knew she should be frightened — terrified, even — but the reality was that she was excited, tingling with anticipation.

  Caitlyn toweled off and picked up the clothing he’d laid out for her. There wasn’t much of it; a black lace bustier with red satin roses across the bustline partially covering her breasts. The sides were red silk, and the bottom flared out like a skirt but barely covered her crotch. There was a pair of mostly sheer black panties to go with it. Caitlyn thought he would have better taste than this tacky outfit, but she put it on and was stunned when she looked in the mirror. The fit was flawless and the lingerie accentuated the best parts of her body — her large, firm breasts and her flawless ass and legs. It wasn’t the kind of thing she would have dared to wear, but she couldn’t deny that it made her look spectacular. Chris certainly knew how to dress a woman, that much was certain.

  The sexy lingerie reminded Caitlyn of what was about to occur: She was about to have sex with a man-demon. At age 28, she’d been with a dozen men, six of them while in college. In the last year she’d had sex with only Ryan, her regular friends-with-benefits guy. Caitlyn certainly loved good sex, but she was fearful of the being in the next room. She imagined lying naked with his tall body, hearing that deep voice in her ear. She felt that twinge in her lower abdomen grow and realized she was becoming wet again.

  She downed the rest of the whiskey in a few gulps. It was time.

  Chapter 7

  Caitlyn opened the bathroom door and immediately dropped the tumbler, ice and glass scattering across the hardwood floor. She gasped audibly.

  She was looking at the demon. Satan.

  He was standing with his back to her, leaning against the window. He was naked, her eyes drawn to one perfectly sculpted muscle after another. Broad back, lean legs and a hard, muscular ass. Those were the normal things. More striking was that he was red, from head to toe, a deep Venetian red. His skin almost seemed to glow. That perfect butt had a long tail attached, slowly swinging back and forth, its pointed end trailing behind. If that weren’t shocking enough, there were the horns growing from his now-bald head. They were long and black, curving upwards from some point she couldn’t see from behind him.

  The demon heard the glass shatter and looked over his shoulder at the stunned Caitlyn, her eyes wide and mouth agape. His lips were deep, dark red, and his eyes coal-black. He grinned and she recognized Chris Titan’s face in there somewhere.

  “Like it?” he asked. “Most of the humans I’ve been with — and there have been thousands, both women and men — have appreciated the effect. I could present you with any image I choose, but people seem to get off on the full stereotypical devil treatment.” The words slithered from his lips, his voice even deeper than before. Still looking over his shoulder, he eyed Caitlyn’s outfit, then said, “My, don’t you clean up well? You’re even more stunning than you were in my mind when I jerked off to you last night. You are, dare I say, hot.”

  He laughed, that loud, deep laugh, and she could see his dark forked tongue. When he turned to face her, she couldn’t take her eyes off his red face and those jet black horns. They grew from above his temples and tapered as they curved upward. Then something caught her attention, lower. His cock! It was enormous, its dark red length hanging down over two equally red testicles. Caitlyn had never seen anything like it, not even in porn. She glanced upward at his smooth, muscular chest and chiseled abs, but her eyes kept wandering back to that cock. As he crossed the room toward her, it swung slightly from side to side, coming to rest when he stopped, the head against the middle of his thigh. How the hell am I going to—

  “As the saying goes: ‘No pain, no gain.’” The demon said, noting the direction of her gaze. He leaned in until his face was almost touching Caitlyn’s, his warmth radiating on her cheek. “Don’t worry, my dear, I’m a surprisingly considerate lover, considering I’m Lucifer and all.” He drew close to her ear and whispered, “Shall we begin?”

  Caitlyn took a deep, unsteady breath, then nodded.

  He crossed the room and leaned over a nightstand, and she again saw his tail. It was as thick as a broomstick and it seemed to move of its own accord. When he turned around, Caitlyn looked at the nightstand and saw a timer, its large LED numerals reading “59:53” with the seconds already counting down. Any sense of sexual excitement she’d had in the bathroom vanished as the demon approached her, that huge red cock swinging menacingly. She steeled her nerves and told herself, You can do this. This is for Amber.

  Chapter 8

  Caitlyn felt the breath leave her body as the demon approached and stood in front of her. His long, red finger touched her shoulder, its heat transferring to her body as he traced it down the length of her arm to her elbow. Moving back up her arm, he continued along her collarbone, then up the side of her neck, heating her skin everywhere he touched. She could smell his breath, a combination of smoke and ash. His hand cupped her face, then he leaned into her and placed his lips against hers.

  His lips were hot and his strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her body against him. Everywhere his body touched hers, she felt that same delicious heat. His tongue slinked its way between her lips and explored her mouth. The taste of his breath wasn’t as horrible as she’d feared; it reminded her of a campfire. Caitlyn tried to relax into the kiss, its heat and the feeling of the twin forks of his tongue. They moved inside her mouth, touching her own tongue in a way she’d never imagined possible, and she felt that sense of excitement returning despite herself.

  The demon pulled back and looked down into Caitlyn’s eyes as he slipped a finger under the strap of her bustier, sliding it down her arm. He pulled the material down, slowly exposing her breast until her small nipple appeared. He continued until the entire breast was uncovered, and she thought she heard his breathing quicken slightly. He took the breast in his hand and Caitlyn felt the warmth simultaneously in her pussy. The demon bent over to run his tongue across the nipple, the forks caressing and moistening it. He took it in his mouth and sucked, gently at first, then harder, applying pressure with his teeth, and Caitlyn felt her clit begin to swell.

  She could tell the demon loved her breasts, and the more enthusiastically he sucked, the more excited Caitlyn got. Instinctively, she reached fo
r his cock and was startled at what she found; it was semi-erect now, but she couldn’t get her hand all the way around it. She stroked it and marveled at its beastly length as it stiffened against her palm. A thought enveloped Caitlyn’s mind: I’m giving Satan a hard-on. Even the most feared beast of all time couldn’t control his penis when he felt her body. She suddenly felt powerful in her womanhood.

  The demon stood up and spun Caitlyn around, then deftly unfastened the bustier and dropped it to the floor. Now determined to give him what he wanted, she turned around and took a deep breath that lifted her breasts up. This time she was certain she heard him breathing harder. She sank to her knees and grabbed his cock with both hands, her palms registering its heat immediately. Caitlyn was now at eye level with the huge organ and saw the veins bulging along its length. She brought it to her mouth and placed her lips against the head, kissing all the way along the side until she reached his hairless lower abdomen. She returned to the head, then opening her mouth as wide as she could, slid her lips over it.

  His cock eased into Caitlyn’s mouth and she took as much of it as possible, but even after she’d slickened it with saliva she could get only about a third of it in. She had never been good at deep-throating, even with normal-sized cocks, but she tried to suppress her gag reflex and concentrated on breathing through her nose. He gently pushed his cock deeper and Caitlyn was surprised to feel it against the back of her throat. She couldn’t believe she was taking it with so little discomfort. She was astonished she could take so much of his cock down her throat and wondered if he was somehow manipulating or controlling her body.

  The demon put his hands on Caitlyn’s head and held it steady, then began moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding down her throat, then back out. He fucked her mouth and her throat, holding her head motionless as he did. She gave into the idea of being used like a sex toy and sucked him hungrily. He pulled out, leaving a trail of saliva from her lips. Caitlyn gasped for air and looked up at the beast. He smiled approvingly and she felt a twisted sense of pride at having blown Satan to his satisfaction.