by Aaron Crash
Jack put it together. “So you can touch them because you’re eating their lust?”
That made the lady in red laugh. “No, I can touch them because I’m an infernal demon of the infinite abyss. But all this talking is stupid. I want to fuck one of them. I think I want this one.” She hurried forward.
The talking certainly wasn’t stupid for Jack, but he wasn’t going to admit that. “So do infernal demons of the infinite abyss have names?”
“I do. I’m Beyazul Baal the Unclean.” She stared right into his eyes. “Because I’m such a dirty, dirty girl. What’s your name again, mystery man?”
“Jack Masterson.”
“Hey, Jack, I think I want Wanda here. Wanda is a freak. She’s very bisexual. And she’s very experienced. Do you want to help me, Jack?” The woman in red went over to the shortest woman of the bunch. She had a blond bob haircut and such an innocent and cute face, nice tits with classic nipples, a round ass, and a tuft of blond bush between her strong thighs.
“No,” Jack said. “And who are these women anyway? And why are they showering here?”
Beyazul Baal rolled her eyes. “Red Rocks College’s volleyball team. They made a deal with the gym to shower here. What, you didn’t work out on Sunday nights? That’s usually when they’re here.”
Jack walked forward, getting drenched from the moisture hanging in the air. The migraine wasn’t bad. He had a minute. “So, you’re a demon who feeds on lust. I stop time, and at this point, I’m not sure why or how or anything. So instead of molesting these fine volleyball players, why don’t we go someplace to talk?”
The woman wrinkled her nose. “Dammit, Jack, I’m a sex demon, not a conversationalist. I’m not going to talk about the Interim or any of that other shit you’re interested in. I’m going to hike up my dress, rub my clit, and get myself off while you have time stopped. I would suggest you do the same. Or how about I blow you while you fondle Wanda? Really, if she weren’t trapped in the Tempus Influunt, which you have stopped, Wanda would already be blowing you.”
Jack didn’t need sex, he needed information. “Wait. You said a bunch of words I’ve not heard before. Kairos, and Fug, and Interim, I think. I understand about Tempus Influunt—the flow of time, I guess. But what’s that other shit?”
A light lit up the lady’s red eye. The blue eye seemed to grow icier. “How about you and I make a deal? I’m a demon. We make deals. Name’s Beyazul Baal, or did I not mention that?”
“Something like that,” Jack said. “It’s a mouthful.”
She lifted her red dress and spread her legs. She had perfectly clipped pubic hair, a nice black stubble of a triangle that framed her swelling lips. “A mouthful? Not really. I don’t have a big meaty pussy like some girls. But what I have, I love. It’s not a mouthful. My tits, on the other hand...”
She dropped her dress and pulled down the top of her dress. She cupped her tits, hiding the nipples, which was a shame.
“Do you have an easier name?” Jack asked.
She sighed and went back to massaging Wanda’s pert ass. “Bailey. That would be easier for you. So, let’s make a deal. You play with me here, with Wanda. And I’ll tell you shit you should already fucking know. How about it, mystery man? Oh, wait—Jack. Your name is Jack Masterson.” She shot him a finger gun.
She was all hot arrogance, and it pissed Jack off. “You’re probably lying about Wanda. You probably just made all that other shit up as well. There is no way I’m ever going to trust you.”
That arrogance melted into a pout. Her brow furrowed. She looked far more hurt than pissed. “If I make a deal with you, you can trust me because, while I’m chaos personified, there are rules. I’m a fucking demon. Or a fuck demon. A succubus. I suck all the guys on the bus. But I’m not lying about Wanda.”
Jack had his hands on his hips. “It’s not like you can prove it.”
“I can. I will.” Bailey winced. “Stupid fucking guy. Thinks I’m lying. This is going to hurt. It’s not like I’m running on full Ijjinaya, but I’m not going to miss out on the chance to orgasm for real. And Wanda will thank us both.”
Both of Bailey’s eyes turned black. She grabbed the blond girl by the shoulders and tugged her back while her tail twitched and writhed.
Wanda turned around, saw Jack, and threw an arm across the chest. Her hand went to cover the golden curls between her legs. “What the hell?”
Bailey raised her hand. “Hell would be my department. I’m Bailey. That’s Jack. He can stop time, which is some kooky fucking shit right there. And I’m a sex demon. You love sex. We love sex. We can have some fun right here, or I can wipe your memory and we can leave.”
Wipe her memory? Was that why Annie had forgotten that she’d ever seen Evelyn Mundi in the bank? So Bailey was behind that bit of amnesia. Did Bailey know where Evelyn was?
Wanda’s eyes went around to the other women on her volleyball team, then back to the sex demon, with her wet dress pulled down and her tits exposed, big tits with big round nipples. Wanda then looked at Jack, and she tilted her head. “You’re kinda cute. This is a dream, though. Or I passed out in the shower. Or I’m having a flashback to when I dropped acid that one time freshman year.”
“Jack is cute?” Bailey pulled up her dress again to expose her partially shaved pussy. “Am I not beautiful?”
“Yes,” Wanda said, a little cowed. “You’re completely beautiful. But will you eat my soul? Will I die?”
Bailey threw back her head and laughed, and then her eyes turned back to being blue and red. “Dammit, Wanda, I’m a sex demon, not a mortician. I don’t know what is going on with Jack. As for me? I’m all about lust. The more lust you feel, the more I feed, and believe me, pulling you out of the Influunt has wrecked me. I might die. Only you can save me, Wanda.”
Wanda swallowed hard. Her eyes were all over the place, looking at the women frozen in time, at Bailey, and then at Jack. “This isn’t real. You’re not a demon.”
Bailey pulled Wanda in close. Their faces were near each other. Bailey gazed into Wanda’s eyes as the demon’s tail caressed the blond woman’s face, down her throat, and then softly brushed the woman’s side until she got goosebumps. The pointed tail then slid over the woman’s ass.
“That’s my tail, Wanda, and I can turn it into any number of things. I can use it to make you come. This is real, I’m a demon, and I don’t think Jack will fuck you, but I’ll lick your pussy until you come in my mouth. How about we do that while I rub my clit and come?”
Every word made Jack harder.
“Sex demon,” Wanda whispered.
“Sex demon,” Bailey agreed.
Then the two women kissed.
The succubus wasn’t joking about Wanda. She wanted this as much as the sex demon. As for Jack, he needed information on his situation.
Bailey had that information, so he had to play along. Good thing he had no choice because that made turning off his moral compass much, much easier.
Chapter Eight
WANDA PUT HER HANDS on the wall and spread her legs. Her ass cheeks parted.
Jack was already hard, but seeing her pucker and her slit, getting wet and swollen, made him leak into his underwear.
Wanda turned her head and grinned at his bulge. “Well, someone likes the view. Hey, Jack, I wouldn’t mind if you pulled your pants down. I want to see it.”
“See what?” Bailey had pulled her dress off and cast it aside. She knelt on the tiles, pushing open Wanda’s ass even more. She was looking relatively normal—no horns, no fangs, no black eyes.
“His cock, Bailey. I want to see his cock. You’re so beautiful, but there’s something about a man’s dick.”
“You’re right about that. A dick can do this.” The demon pushed her fingers into Wanda’s hairy pussy, her pink hole framed by a golden blond bush.
Wanda gasped and leaned back. “Yes. Your fingers almost feel like a cock.”
Jack stripped off his jacket, tossed it aside, and got his shirt unbuttoned. This
was wild. This was unexpected. This was basically a dream come true. He didn’t just need to look at Wanda. She was hot, yes, but he was in a whole shower room full of women. Then there was Bailey, kneeling on the tiles, with her big tits, big nipples, and her wide hips. From this angle, he couldn’t see her tail. What was she going to do with her tail?
Jack kicked his shoes off. Everything was going to get wet, but he didn’t care. The headache was starting but fuck the headache—he wouldn’t start worrying about that until his brain exploded. Hopefully blood wouldn’t leak out of his ears until after he came.
Bailey took her fingers out of the volleyball player and then sucked on them. “Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, you do have a sweet pussy.”
The blonde didn’t respond. She had her wide eyes on Jack.
He pulled down his pants and underwear. His dick was out and so hard it hurt.
She hissed. “Yes. That has such a big head on it. And I like the little bit of extra skin. Oh, it’s sexy. And it wants me. His cock wants me.”
Jack shouldered off his shirt. He was glad for all the trips to the gym. He was lean, with a hairy chest, and his dick was long and hard, jutting out from him. It led the way. He got closer.
When he was close enough, Wanda grabbed his dick and started stroking him.
Bailey knelt behind the blonde. “Such a sweet little thing. Such a sweet slit. I can smell her, but I want to taste her.” Bailey closed her eyes as she licked the length of the girl’s sex, from the tip of her clit to the swirl of her pink pucker.
Bailey then focused on Wanda’s clit. This wasn’t going to take long. For any of them. The water, hanging in the air, made it surreal, as did the naked women there, in various stages of soaping themselves.
Jack’s eyes went from Bailey’s closed eyes, down her black hair, down her body, until he noticed the tail. It was an extension of her spine, but while the end had been spiked or arrow-headed before, now it had a smooth, round end. This really was a sex demon, and she was licking the volleyball player for all she was worth.
Bailey’s left hand was on the girl’s ass, keeping it open. The sex demon’s right hand rubbed her own clit.
“Play with my tits, Jack,” Wanda begged. “I love how big and hard your cock is. I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe this is happening. It’s like I can do anything...be anything. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”
Wanda continued to stroke his cock, and he cupped a hanging boob. He loved boobs, the weight, the feel, the softness, the nipples, all the different kinds of nipples.
Wanda gripped him harder and gasped. “I’m coming. I’m coming in her mouth.” The blonde stopped breathing for a minute, then she whimpered as the orgasm took her.
Bailey sat back, her red eye gleaming like a scarlet beacon. Was that her feeding? It must be. Her other eye was an even more intense color of blue. Sweat or shower water trickled down her blushing brown skin. “Suck his cock, you little slut. I sucked you off, now suck off Jack.”
Jack wasn’t about to protest.
Wanda, her face flushed and sweaty, got down on her knees in front of him. “I want to do this. I know it’s like she’s ordering me around, but I really do want to suck your big cock. You can come in my mouth. I love cum.” She grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them farther down.
Jack took hold of the blonde’s head and shoved his cock into her mouth. “Here you go, Wanda.”
He felt crazy with lust. Was this part of the whole time-stopping situation? He didn’t know. But seeing all the naked women around him, their pretty faces, the water dripping off their tits, the pussies, some shaved and some hairy and some clipped, made him insane. And their round butts. And the muscles on their arms. All those bodies were driving him wild.
And Wanda’s mouth. She had definitely sucked a lot of cocks before. She squeezed him, stroked him, and took him into her wet mouth, her lips wrapped around his head. She looked so pretty below him, her eyes staring up at him, wanting to see his reactions, as she sucked on his dick. The nipples on her pretty little titties were hard. He liked the flare of her ass, but more than that, he liked the smell of this strange woman. He didn’t think this would happen again, no—Bailey said something about wiping her memory.
What else could the succubus do?
He didn’t know, but he needed to find out.
Speaking of the sex demon, she was watching the volleyball player blow him with unadulterated lust in her eyes.
The succubus was kneeling, legs spread, her fingers on her clit, while her other hand pulled on a nipple, rolling the nub, pinching it, her face wet from licking Wanda. The round tip of her tail came around to tease her other nipple.
She was staring into Jack’s eyes while she masturbated. The look of desire in her eyes almost made him come. He managed to pull himself back from the edge. He wanted to prolong this.
Bailey knee-walked closer to Wanda, coming up on the blonde’s left side. The demon’s tail slid down Wanda’s back and then disappeared behind the volleyball player, slipping between her legs.
Wanda moaned, sending vibrations down his cock. The blonde arched her back.
“She’s fucking you with her tail, isn’t she, Wanda?” Jack growled. “Bailey is fucking you with her tail.”
Wanda gasped and fell forward, leaning against his thigh, while she stroked his dick. “Oh, fuck, she is. I wonder if she fucks herself with it. This is so hot, so weird. And worth it. Fuck. I’m going to come again.” She reached down and rubbed her clit, and it didn’t take long before she was whimpering again as her orgasm swept through her body. Her breath was so hot on Jack’s thigh.
Once her second orgasm subsided, Wanda went back to sucking on his cock, harder this time, her hand so firm on his shaft. His cock felt like steel about to explode into pure cum.
Bailey kept her tail inside Wanda, but the sex demon was also fucking herself, shoving two fingers into her horny snatch. Then she used her own girl cum to rub her button. Back and forth she went, from hole to clit, back and forth, until her mouth fell open and her nostrils flared. “Oh, yes, an orgasm. My own real orgasm. Oh, fuck, Jack. This is good. This is so good.”
Her mouth made a perfect O, showing him her bright white teeth and red tongue. Her different-colored eyes were unfocused. She might be a demon, but she looked vulnerable as she made herself come. Then her eyes glowed again, one blue and one red, the light casting shadows on her face.
“Ijjinaya,” Bailey whined. “So much lust. It feels so good in me.”
Seeing the sex demon orgasm made Jack come. Wanda knew it. She didn’t pull back. He was deep in her mouth when he started to shoot his load, over and over, the ecstasy grabbing him and taking him over—body, mind, and spirit.
The headache he’d feel would be severe once his orgasm stopped, and he knew he might spend the night with an icepack on his skull, but this was worth it. It was all worth it—to see the naked women, to have Wanda suck him off, and to watch a succubus make her perfectly sexy pussy come.
Wanda leaned back and smiled at him. “Did that feel good, Jack?”
“You know it.” He pulled his pants up to his waist, belted up, buttoned up, zipped up. He then retrieved his clothes and tried to get himself back into some semblance of order. His head throbbed, but he couldn’t turn the soldier’s key, not until he and Bailey were out of the women’s bathroom.
Bailey grabbed her dress and walked over, high heels clacking and tail twitching. She helped Wanda stand. “Jack is clean, sweetie, so you won’t get any kind of disease from him. I might not be able to read his kinks, but I can read his Corpus.”
“Corpus?” Jack asked. “Is that my body.”
“You’re such a genius,” Bailey breathed.
“What about her?” Jack asked. “Is Wanda okay?”
Wanda rolled her eyes. “This isn’t real. Diseases aren’t a thing. And even if they were, I just got tested last week. I’m disease free. So, are you going to give me your numbers, or will y
ou contact me in a dream, or whatever? How is this going to work?”
Bailey guided Wanda back under her shower, to the outline where her body had been, the water suspended in the air. “Oh, sweetie, this is over. You’re not part of this story. Go back to your little volleyball friends and your little volleyball life and be grateful you don’t have to worry about any of this shit.” She touched Wanda on the head, and Wanda’s eyes went blank. She was gone, both mentally, and then physically, back to being frozen in time.
Bailey strutted over, hooked an arm in Jack’s, and led him out of the shower. “Let’s go outside, and then you can start up the Influunt. Where does it hurt? Your ass? Does stopping time give you hemorrhoids?”
“Headache.”
“Poor baby.” The succubus pulled him close and kissed his ear.
He realized that in the nasty thing they’d just done in the shower, the succubus hadn’t kissed him, or touched him, or anything.
Well, that would change. He wanted to fuck this succubus until she screamed. But would that kill him? Wanda still looked alive and deeply satisfied. Sleeping with a sex demon couldn’t be a good idea. And yet he was pretty sure he wouldn’t say no. He believed in doing stupid shit and then figuring a way out of the stupid shit once you did it.
What was that old saying? Good judgment comes from experience, which in turn comes from bad judgment.
Once outside, Bailey vanished in a cloud of spicy perfume and wet fabric. Her laughter meant she couldn’t care less about holding up her end of the bargain. Well, Jack got a blow job out of the deal, so it wasn’t a total loss.
Jack was left alone. Fishing the toy solider out of his pocket, he turned the windup key to the right, and time started again.
“Bailey? What the hell? We had a deal!” he called out.
All he got was disembodied laughter, which didn’t help his headache any.
Chapter Nine
JACK GROWLED AS HE took another aspirin and drank lime Gatorade. He drove his Ford Whatever over to Hugo Mundi’s house. Jack could hardly see because of the pain. However, his fucking headache wasn’t going to stop him from following up on his best lead on what the fuck was going on. Jack just hoped Hugo was home this time.
