Exhibitions of Flesh

by Jillian Rose

  Once all the candles were lit, he opened up the piece of paper he kept folded up, his blood ink smeared slightly, and read the commandment aloud.

  “I command the presence of the one known as Nyp’eth. I seek the permission of her queen, Naamah, for use of this demoness as a concubine. I command the presence of Nyp’eth for the use of her vessel for donation of seed, to seek pleasures of the flesh. I wish for her physical manifestation so that she may take my donation for the creation of the cambions, those which you seek to birth in our world. Please accept my offer. Please, accept my offer.” Preston said, his own voice sounding strange and insect like to his ears. Then he folded the letter back up, and proceeded to touch one corner of the paper to the candle closest to his left. Flame licked up the paper as he quickly touched it to the second, and so on and so forth until the paper was engulfed in flame.

  He held onto it for as long as he could, until he dropped the smoldering blacked paper in the pile of salt. The smell of burnt salt and blood stung his nostrils, and he once again had to swallow his gorge down. He continued sitting in the circle, slack jawed and glazed of eyes as he watched the flames dance around hypnotically. A distant, far away part of him knew he’d lost his mind. Here he was, sitting naked in his living room on a heroic dose of mescaline, trying to summon a lesser demon, for the sole purpose of testing the esoteric loophole of a succubus abandoning her charge for a breach of contract. It is well documented in all the occult texts he’d read that succubi do not tolerate infidelity, which Preston found ironic because most succubi were known to have a harem of men they harvested semen from.

  His plan was that Nyp’eth would come, they would do their sexual dance, and once Lilith, the big dog of this subgroup of demoness, abandoned him, he could use his knowledge of banishing spells to be rid of Nyp’eth, who was noticeably lower on the food chain than Lilith. As the climax of the peyote began to take it’s hold, he felt the room take on several gravities. He felt like he was trapped in one of those hermetically sealed vaults where such books as the Luciferian Pedagogy sat, in oxygen deprived vacuums. He tried to stand and rise from his salt diagram, but he saw that the small tendrils of flame had stretched out, and he was enclosed within a cage made of fire. The ten arcs of fire radiated brilliantly, and as he looked around, he saw the dimensions of the room began to change.

  His circle grew larger, or he shrank, he couldn’t tell which one, until the border of Nyp’eth’s star was wide enough for him to lie prone on and still be enclosed. He saw the big bay window overlooking Manhattan ripple as if it were the translucent surface of a lake, and from it the indentation of a person was shaped through the ripples. Soon the shape clarified into the silhouette of a woman with very large breasts. This transparent specter floated across the living room, a tendril of the window sticking with it as if it were not tempered glass but the very fabric of space time itself. As she crossed through the pillars of fire created by the candles, her features took on a solid form as she fully entered his dimension.

  Chapter 4.

  Her skin was the purest white he’d ever seen. Her whole body was one shade of light alabaster, save for the ram horns that protruded grotesquely from her head. Those looked to be made of obsidian, a shining black that almost hurt the eyes in contrast to her body. Her breasts did not feature nipples, but instead were smooth milky globes that hung impressively from her chest. As her full body entered the cage with him, Preston saw her long legs spread apart as she floated two inches off the ground in front of him. He saw a hairless cleft, already slick and dripping, as if she were in a state of perpetual sexual arousal. A small protrusion that he realized in his delirium was a massive, overgrown clitoris throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

  The eyes were similar to that of Lilith’s, glazed over with a white cataract-like film. They pinned him to the spot, her long face a study of starvation and desperation. Except it was not food she hungered for. She looked down at his cock, and he immediately felt a tingling there, his member, still sore from Lilith’s most recent ministrations, throbbed to life. He thought he would be in agony from another erection, but it seemed this entity was the antithesis of Lilith when it came to her effect on the human body. She floated down to him, gently lowering herself upon him. She pressed her warm, silken body against his, and at the contact of her skin he felt his whole body relax, become motionless.

  His breathing and heartbeat softened as her thighs nestled against him, her flesh a comforting warm blanket against his body. She was so tender compared to Lilith, the way she began to slide her slick warm lips up and down his shaft. Her excretions did not burn and numb like Lilith’s did, but rather soothed and replenished. She moaned as the engorged member of her sex rubbed against him, a warm pearl that nestled against the base of his cock as she rubbed up and down slowly, thoroughly coating his cock in the sweet nectar she dripped. He wondered if he were to taste her down there, if she were to be sweet and tangy, where Lilith was bitter and acidic.

  He felt something smack against his legs as she continued these slow motions, and he looked past her shoulder to see that a long tale with a flared tip flailed about similar to the way a cat’s does when you scratch it’s ears. He thought the tip, which was pink and veiny in contrast to it’s long white shaft, uncannily resembled a human penis. Although he had no homosexual desires he was aware of, the thought of that long flexibly member pushing against his prostate made him harder than he already was, if that was possible.

  He made an attempt to get up, thinking he would be paralyzed like in Lilith’s presence, but he was surprised to find he could move. But not just move, he was no longer on the ground, but floating just a few inches above it. The sensation was exhilarating. Using his hands, he caressed the velvet like flesh, tracing her smooth thighs and hips, outlining the swell of her breasts. She grabbed his hands, clasping their fingers together like lovers would, blessedly normal fingers that were not prodigious claws. They slowly rotated in the air, her long black hair flitting and falling over his shoulders as they turned, until he was the one on top.

  He took his cock, and began to rub his own sensitive engorged tip against Nyp’eth’s clitoris which was almost the size of his thumb. First he rubbed in slow circles, loving the way her fluid coated and soothed his once aching tip. Now he felt as if he hadn’t been laid in weeks, like he was once again the testosterone fueled steroid pumped athlete who had once fucked four women on the varsity tennis team in one night. Her tail quivered between his legs, and her whole body trembled as he did this.

  Soon he couldn’t take it any longer however, and moved his tip all the way down her bulbous organ, parting the folds below it, and slid himself inside. For a moment they both shuddered, Preston gasping at the sensations he was experiencing. He didn’t know if it was the mescaline, or her particular species of demon, or what, but his member felt like it had just entered nirvana itself. The softest walls he could ever imagined grasped him firmly but gently, so unlike Lilith’s iron fisted canal that not so much coaxed him as throttled him.

  She grasped his shoulder and he helped her up, until she had her arms and legs wrapped around him, beckoning him as deep as he would go. She held him tightly, pressing her engorged pearl against him as he thrusted, and she let out a whimper that was simply angelic, her voice as soft as angel hair. It was harmonious beauty to his ears, which were so used to Lilith’s grating rasp. He began to pick up a rhythm, assisted by the fluid movement of her legs. They moved in perfect harmony, every motion of her body meant to progress the act of sex along. He returned her tight grasp, kissing her neck and tasting perspiration the flavor of some unknown fruit, sweet and nectary.

  He went up to kiss her mouth, and soft plump lips met his. A long tongue entered his mouth, and he danced around it, feeling profoundly connected to her as both ends were now sealed with contact. His thrusts increased tempo, and she moaned, the vibration of her voice causing his whole body to vibrate as if the sound of her voice could destabilize atoms at a molecular level.
Suddenly he felt the tip of the tale pressed firmly against the base of his balls, applying a gently pulsing pressure there, the slick warm liquid that spirted from it’s tip coating his sack in a cooling salve that also tingled.

  He felt her clitoris began to swell even bigger, and he ground his pelvis against her as he thrusted. He felt the climax rocketing towards him, the build up causing his cock to strain against it’s own flesh as he slammed into her. Her grip on his member increased, slowly and firmly, but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to increase the sweet slick friction as her velvet interior closed around him like a glove. She began to cry out, her walls pulsating and the clitoris noticeably pulsing as her own demonic orgasm came upon her.

  The tip of her tail shot forth a hot fluid that coated his balls and shaft, initiating the climax that he had been at the very tip of crossing over into. Her nails sunk into his back as the first epic spurt shot forth from him. The expulsion was so intense, so powerful he thought his very soul was exiting through his testes. He thrusted again, a shuddering, soft attempt at a thrust as every inch he slid against her brought with it a mind blowing tingling ecstasy. A second and third pump came in quick succinct bursts a moment later, and he felt her walls quivering and pulsating, maneuvering the sperm deeper in her womb.

  “Deeper, harder.” She purred, it was the first words he’d heard her spoken since coming inside the ring of fire. He obeyed, and grunted with effort as he slammed as hard as he could into her, the fourth burst a bone deep contraction that was aided by the probing tale, which pressed against his prostate, facilitating the drainage. There came a fifth, final sputtering dribble, which in Preston’s third eye he could see was being sucked along with the large puddle of semen he’d just deposited into a pink velvet channel, the white fluid draining into some chamber deeper within the demon’s body. He didn’t want to see this image, but he was forced to visualize it, to see that his copulation had an insidious purpose to it, that she was not just summoned for his pleasure alone.

  Time seemed to suspend as they floated there, holding each other, she gently grasping his shrinking manhood, doing as Lilith had, preventing him from decoupling until she was filled to satisfaction. That was alright with him, for Preston felt confident he could give her everything she wanted. The combination of her healing properties and the hallucinogens he’d ingested made him feel more than human, his physical body untethered from the constraints of his dimension. She decided however not to wait on him to recharge, as the slicked tip of her tale went from the base of his balls back further, probing between his cheeks until it pressed against the tight rim of his asshole.

  There was a spurt of lubrication from the tip, coating his anus and allowing it to slip in. He gasped as what felt like a thick eel entered him, stretching his ass out and probing deeper, until he felt a pressure begin to build somewhere in his inner plumbing. She was sniffing out his prostate, and had found it. The tip of the tale began to swell and pressed against him rhythmically, causing his cock to stir to life. He felt the last remaining drops of ejaculate from his last orgasm pushed from his urethra as the pressure increased on his prostate. It was a strange but amazing feeling.

  His cock throbbed to full erection instantaneously, the pressure building and his balls swelling as the limb seemed to take on it’s own autonomy, working with a singular purpose. Nyp’eth began to slide her flesh along his, beckoning him to thrust. He did so, his cock throbbing with pre-orgasm contractions with one or two thrusts. He could feel himself emitting small spurts of prostate fluid as she pumped, the tip of the tail pulsing in time with her clit. He began to rub her clit with the ball of his thumb, and the tail once again quivered, the head jerking hard inside of him. This abrupt motion caused him to ejaculate instantaneously, his thrusting punctuated by a pained moan as she forced the seed from him.

  Each thrust brought forth a never ending explosion of semen and prostate fluid, the tail thrust just as hard into him as he into her. He kept rubbing her clit until finally her legs locked around him like a vice, forcing him in balls deep. She kept him locked in the position like a boa constrictor around a lamb while her tail slammed into him, causing his whole body to twitch and convulse as his balls contracted, forcing the very last drops from him.

  Suddenly Nyp’eth’s body went rigid, the tail whipping out of him. Her eyes grew wide as she looked past Preston. He was brought out of his orgasmic bliss as he noted he could no longer see his apartment beyond the cage of fire he was trapped in. They seemed to be enshrouded in a black mist. The air began to feel charged, as if at any moment a bolt of thunder would strike down from the heavens into his very cage. Instead there came a loud sonic boom, and he could hear the muffled tinkling of his living room windows imploding. Nyp’eth suddenly shoved him away, his body flying through the pillars of light and fully back into his dimension.

  He felt gravity shove him downward, he no longer weightless but obeying the laws of earth physics. His body hit the cold wooden floor with a thud, and began to shiver violently as it felt as if he’d been plunged into the arctic sea. He watched as Nyp’eth began to throw herself against the pillars of light created by the candles, but she was confined to the circle, bouncing off the flame pillars like they were made of stone. A look of profound panic began to show on her face, and she increased her efforts, flailing about like a rabid bat until Preston saw a form race across the black mist and enter the circle, shattering the flame cage as if it were glass.

  “Oh…No…” He said in horrified awe as he watched the shadow black form of Lilith grasp Nyp’eth by the horns. They began to scream at each other in some language that sounded like a percussive torture of vowels and consonants. Suddenly Lilith let out a bestial roar that shook the very floor of the apartment, before jerking hard with both of her arms. Nyp’eth was torn apart at the skull, her body splitting in two, the sundered halves quickly melting into an obscene putty in the salt circle.

  She turned to face Preston, and as she exited the circle and came closer, he saw she was in a horrifying, new form.

  “You naive fucking fool. Summoning one of my inferiors when you had the queen herself. Is it your will to enrage me?” She said. “IS IT?” She screamed before grabbing one of his feet and hurling him across the apartment. He rolled and slid only a few inches from the edge of where his floor to ceiling windows once were. He could hear the ambient sounds of Manhattan below him, the angry blat of taxi horns, the various accelerations of engines. She hovered over him. What he saw broke his mind instantly, it was so horrifying to behold. “Ah yes, you thought my form was whatever you wanted it to be? No, I spared you my true form, our true form, because your weak mortal brains cant comprehend it.” She said.

  He stared up at a face drawn freakishly long, like a horse’s head but more triangular. Several yellow eyes lined the long bridge between the dripping snout, and the long alligator like teeth that protruded from a black maw glinted off the city lights. Her body was vanta-black, a black so black that her body sucked in any source of ambient light around it, causing her to shimmer like a mirage, her very being a void in itself.

  “We will have such fun with your soul when you cross over.” She said, before opening her maw wide, wider, strings of saliva snapping as she unhinged her jaw. Her head came forward, and with one brisk jerking motion, bit Preston’s head off. She let the spurting stump of his neck paint the floor inches from the window, before shoving him over the side of the window ledge, letting his body plummet lazily through the smog filled air, where it hit with a muffled splat some ten stories below. She masticated and swallowed, before raising back up through the ceiling, back to her dimension.

  Chapter 5.

  “Jesus Christ.” Said detective Henderson as he walked up to the puddle of flesh and bones that was once a human being. “Walt, why the fuck did you call me out to respond to a jumper? I’m homicide, man. This aint our goddamn problem.” The detective said to his partner as he took out a cannister of Vick’s to daub over his nose. He punched th
e shoulder of the large framed black man who was looking up at the shattered windows. Walt shook his head.

  “Foul play suspected. I just cased the apartment. It’s a fuckin wild scene in there Laird. Satanic ritual shit. Semen out the wazoo, foreign matter we can’t identify melted into his floor. Not to mention, we got a body but no head. Mr. Jennings either took his leap of faith without his head on his shoulders, or someone beheaded him and tossed him. The head in question is nowhere to be found. So it is our problem.” The detective said somberly, lighting up a cigarette.

  “Fucking Hell. This city never ceases to amaze me.” Henderson said, accepting a cigarette from Walt’s pack.

  Part 5. She Bites

  Chapter 1.

  Laird Henderson stops just outside the door, and looks up, examines the sign. Janie’s House of Pain. It’s not big or flashy, you wouldn’t notice the logo walking by unless you were consciously looking out for it, which was just how the owner liked it. This was an invitation only club. He opens the door and steps in, going from a frigid Manhattan night to a steamy violet hued waiting room decked out in black light negatives of pentagrams, depictions of Baphomet fucking nubile young women and a well endowed dominatrix wielding a whip, with a speech bubble saying “Welcome to Janie’s House of Pain. Take a seat you maggot. We’ll be with you when we feel like it.”

  The swarthy detective smirks at that, thinking Jesus these people are experts, and takes a seat in one of the three uncomfortable chairs spaced haphazardly about the room. He could hear the muffled sounds of women barking orders, flagellation of leather against flesh, the moans of docile men. He would soon be one of them, and the thought excited him. Technically he was on the job, going under cover, but he was also technically doing this off the record. He was looking for somebody who operated within these circles, someone who could be much more dangerous than just a sadomasochistic babe who will stomp on your cock and spit in your face for $350 an hour.