The Demon Queen Of Hell

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I got the idea for this story from a cartoon I saw by Hannah Daigle. In that cartoon, a man was depicted wearing a t-shirt that said, "I fucked the Demon Queen of Hell and all I got was this bastard child." Holding the man's hand was an adorable little demon girl wearing a little blue dress with the words, "I love my dad," on it. It was cute and sad and made me cry. There is a pathos there that hit me different. So, here's how it happened...

Evocation is something that should only be attempted by tenth level, or above. I guess only being an eighth level Santeros should have been my first clue, but I'd always been into pushing boundaries. It seemed pretty easy: The Greater Key of Solomon was open in front of me and I had all the right signs, reagents, and the glow from the mushrooms I had eaten pulsed through me like the flashing of a strobe. I spoke the binding and there was a pulse of red flame.

The flame was accompanied by smoke or fog of the same shade: deep ruby-red, and there she was. She was stunning, everything you would expect from a demoness. Her hair was the first thing I noticed. Curls, ringlets, in wild disarray, yet perfectly ordered, wet, flowing down around her to the tops of her thighs and over her butt. The second thing I noticed was that she seemed to have just stepped out of the shower.

She had a white fluffy towel wrapped around her and was in the midst of fluffing up that hair with another. Then there was that face. She was dusky. Not black, not white, sort of a creamy light-brown, like she had a really dark tan, but you could tell it was natural for her. Who knew that demonesses spent time tanning?

The face, it was what fashion models tried to achieve with surgeries, but this was real. Broad high forehead, her eyes seemed to be amber-colored. Who has amber-colored eyes? They were almost orange. The thing that was a little disconcerting was that her pupils weren't black; they were the same ruby-red as the flame and the smoke had been. They were elongated, tilted up at the outside corners and her lashes were the longest I had ever seen.

Her cheekbones were high above faint hollows, her jawline strong and tapering to a pointed chin, giving her face a heart shape. Her lips were... perfection.

I wanted to continue looking at her for years, just looking, but she spoke. "What have you done, little human?"

I found myself unable to speak. Not from any compulsion, she had just taken my reasoning ability by the way she looked. Her natural pose was like those "Instagram models" who always arch their backs and puff out their lips like they're waiting to be kissed. She was naturally like that. My brain was numb.

"Are you mute?" she asked.

I stirred from the paralysis she had induced in me. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak. I cleared my throat. "No, I speak. I was having trouble thinking there for a minute."

She cocked her head to one side and raised one immaculate eyebrow. "Really? Why?"

"Umm... well, I wasn't expecting you," I finally managed.

She laughed, and the sound was both enchanting and sinister. "First time?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I..."

"What were you expecting?" she asked.

"I wasn't sure you'd be female, or so... beautiful, or even vaguely human."

She laughed again. "You must learn to be more specific, little human. That was quite a powerful summoning you worked."

She had these perfectly formed little feet, but suddenly they became hooves and she flashed through half a dozen body forms, from the absolutely terrifying to grotesquely bizarre. When she returned to the original form, she was minus the towel, and I once again became unable to speak.

She threw back her head, all that hair cascading, and laughed. I shivered a bit because I noticed that her teeth were perfect, except for small fangs. "This is my basic form," she said. "Would you prefer another? Up here, little human."

My eyes, which had been locked on her breasts, traveled up where she was pointing to her face. "No... no, this one is good," I managed.

"Why have you summoned me?' she asked. "You know I'm going to kill you for that."

I wanted to run. "Is that allowed?" I was putting on a brave front.

She laughed again. "Do you think you can stop me?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I can. I think you're bound and have to do what I say."

She cocked her head again. It was a very cute gesture. Hell, everything about her was cute. Well, "cute" might not be exactly the right word, but she was that, too. Stunningly gorgeous and terrifying was a better term.

"You were explaining..."

I cleared my throat again. "Umm... I hadn't really thought this through. I didn't know I could really do it. You were sort of an... experiment."

"I see. So, you are young, you are a fool and you have no clue. Do I have that right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's about right," I grinned at her. "Cheeky bastard, aren't I?"

"Very. Do you intend to keep me standing here, or do you have something else in mind? I know I make a nice decoration, but are you going to be hospitable, or just have a nice demoness statue?"

"Oh, sorry. Would you like to sit down? Something to drink?"

"Umm, you have to invite me out, and what do you have?" she said.

"Oh, right. You're not going to kill me if I do, right?"

She looked at me speculatively. "Not immediately, no."

"Please, make yourself at home," I said, gesturing toward the rest of my house.

"Thank you," she said. She held out her hand and I helped her down off the altar. Somehow, I suspected she didn't need my help. I doubted she had ever needed anyone's help.

She looked around. "Nice place," she said. It was pretty nice, I thought. It was spacious, I had nice art and the furniture was comfortable.

"Do you really drink?" I asked.

"I don't need to drink," she said. "I do if I like the taste of something."

"What do you like, besides blood, I mean," I said.

That got a laugh out of her. "You're delightful," she said. "I like Kool-Aid, peach mango."

Well, I hadn't expected that. "Sorry, I don't have any Kool-Aid," I apologized.

"Let's go get some," she said.

"Now? Really? You're kidding, right?"

"No, did you have something else to do?"

"Umm, no, I don't guess I do."

"Sick," she said, starting for the door.

"Wait!" I sort of squeaked. "I... what's your name? You can't go out like that."

She glanced down at herself. "Oh, right. I forgot. Humans! My name is Nina. What's your name?"

I knew that name. "You're the serpent goddess?"

"Do you like serpents?" she asked.

"Well, I kind of like them over there," I pointed to the other side of the room.

She giggled. It was very disconcerting, especially with what it did to her breasts. They were disconcerting enough without jiggling like that.

"My name is Mercer," I told her. "Mercer Roberts."

"Will you give me clothing, Mercer?" she asked.

"I don't exactly have a large wardrobe of women's clothes," I said.

She frowned, her cute little brows drawing together. "Now you do," she said. She held out her hand and I took it. When we got to my closet, it was full. Not with my clothes. Mine took less than half my closet space. The rest was now filled with women's clothes. Sexy ones.

"Wait," I said. "If you can do this, can't you just... I don't know, conjure some Kool-Aid?"

"These aren't real," she said. "I want real Kool-Aid."

"Oh, okay." They looked real to me. She looked at my clothes, selected a Pink Floyd t-shirt and got a pair of tiny panties off a shelf I didn't know I had. She selected some denim shorts from "her" clothes. It was fascinating to watch her slide those panties up her impossibly long legs. She was ripped. Her legs were very muscular, but very feminine. She had a little tuft of curls, the same shade as her hair, dark with hints of auburn. She turned and that ass! My God, it was spectacular, small, but again, extremely muscular. It jutted out like a shelf.

The shorts came up and she smiled at me over her shoulder as she filled them out to perfection. She knew I was watching, and she seemed to enjoy it. She slipped the t-shirt over her head and those luscious breasts disappeared, much to my disappointment.

She looked in the full-length mirror I didn't know I had and got that cute little frown again. Her fingernails became talons and cut my shirt off. It now came to just below her breasts, and any serious movement would have the bottoms of those full globes exposed.

"You like?" She was smiling at me, her fangs showing.

"Umm... yeah. That was kind of one of my favorite shirts," I complained.

"Thanks," she said. "You don't like it now?"

"I... I like it on you."

"Good," she said. "Let's go. I'm hungry, too. Can we get some hot wings?"

*****

It turned out she was always hungry, and she drank gallons of Kool-Aid, until she got tired of it. She drank wine, after that, or anything else that took her fancy.

She loved living. There is no other way to describe her. Every minute I wasn't working, she wanted to do something, go somewhere, satisfy her whims, and she was quite whimsical. She didn't understand that I needed to sleep and complained until I told her she should try sleeping.

"Why?" she asked. "I want to go dancing. Don't you like dancing with me?"

"I do," I said. "I'm not a demon, though. I am exhausted, Nina. Please, just give it a try."

"Okay," she said reluctantly, the third day she was with me. "Where will we sleep?"

"I sleep in my bed, as you know," I told her. "You can sleep wherever you like."

She looked at me speculatively. "I shall sleep in your bed, as well," she said.

"You aren't going to eat me while I'm asleep?" I asked.

That got her cute little giggle. "I might, but not tonight."

It was a little embarrassing. The minute she entered my house, her clothes disappeared. The "real" ones, mine that she borrowed constantly, dropped wherever she happened to take them off, and the "unreal" ones just vanished. I didn't get used to seeing a naked Nina. I don't think anyone ever could. Sometimes she had a tail, sometimes she just looked like a normal human. Except for the eyes and the fangs, of course. I wore clothes, except to shower or sleep, and I was very shy about being naked in front of her.

If male demons were anything close to her perfection of form, I wasn't going to stack up well. I mean, I worked out and shit, but supernatural, I was not. I turned off the light as soon as she slipped that luscious body between the sheets. As soon as I was pulling down my shorts and underwear, the room began to glow like it was lit by her ruby fire, and there I was, exposed in all my glory.

I felt fucking inadequate and hurried to get under the covers. "What does one do while sleeping?" she asked.

I rolled over to face her. "Umm... nothing. That's the point. You're resting. It's sort of like... have you ever been unconscious?"

"No," she said. "So, your mind is just a blank?"

"Not exactly. I have dreams, and shit. You're still thinking, I think, just subconsciously. There is a sense of awareness, but like you're outside it. Everything sleeps, even animals. Are you going to be able to do this?"

"Yes, I shall will my mind into being blank. Except for dreams. When will we begin?"

"It takes a minute," I explained. "I'll close my eyes, sort of go with my thoughts, then I'll just drift into sleep."

"I will watch you," she said. Her actions belied her words. Either that or she intended to watch from very close range. Before I could react, she was lying with her head on my shoulder, her left arm across my chest, those exotic amber eyes looking up at me, her left leg across my dick and I could feel that little tuft of soft curls against my thigh. This was awkward as fuck. She was always physical and touched me constantly, but this...

My left arm was hidden by all that hair, and I sort of wrapped it around her. Her skin was very warm, very soft and it felt like eiderdown. It felt almost as if she was covered with soft fuzz, a tactile sensation like I had never experienced, but a firmer touch revealed iron-hard muscle when she moved and flexed. I stroked her back and she made a purring sound.

"I think I shall like sleeping," she said.

Her leg across my dick was making... things happen. She felt the things, and her thigh slid up, then back down, causing further happenings.

"Umm, Nina, we were going to sleep," I mentioned.

"You do not feel sleepy." She gave me a blinding smile, the tips of her fangs showing.

I groaned as her thigh moved again and she wiggled against me, breasts, spectacular ones, squished against me and I could see one very erect brown nipple, feeling it as it scraped against me. Her left hand slid down my stomach and closed around my cock, causing me to groan again.

"Can we have sex?" she asked.

"I have no idea," I said. "Do demons have sex?"

"Not normally, no," she said. That surprised me. I had somehow pictured her in thousands of hell-spanning orgies.

"Really?" I had to ask.

"Really," she said. "It's like eating or drinking. Maybe sleeping. Can we?"

I tilted her chin up with one finger so I could look into those exotic eyes. "With me?"

She nodded. "I never have," she said softly.

Oh, my God! I managed not to say that. A virgin demon goddess! I didn't feel so intimidated by her. "Are you sure?"

There was no mistaking her reply. She slid on top of me, her hands and lips exploring. She was heavy! This was a solid woman... demoness. All that muscle, I guessed, or maybe demons had a higher density. This wasn't the time to ask dumb-ass questions.

I rolled her over and I was on top. "Let me," I said.

She pulled me in, and I tasted those puffy lips. She tasted like the wine she had been drinking, or maybe that was the way she naturally tasted. It was intoxicating, in any case. I pushed my tongue between them and felt her squirmy little tongue. We wiggled them together. I could feel her fangs, and it just felt like I was living in some fantasy world out of a graphic, very graphic, novel.

I would never get tired of kissing her. It was very intense and exciting. The idea that I was in bed with the virgin Demon Queen of Hell, she wanted me and that she was the most gorgeous woman... demon... creature I had ever seen was making me nuts.

She broke our kiss for a moment. "What should I do?"

"Anything you want to do," I said. "Mostly cooperate with me. I'll show you."

She nodded and pulled me back to her lips. I could have done that until I died of old age, but there were other treasures. I nibbled my way over to her ears. They were small, pointed at the top like some erotic elf. She was very sensitive, and she would tremble and draw in little gasps when I found some place she liked. I was remembering them for future reference. The little hollow behind her earlobes, the sides of her neck, that little hollow where her neck flowed into her shoulders all received extra attention, and she was looking at me with wonder in those amber eyes.

When I reached her glorious breasts, she made a little moan. "Mercer, you're making me... I've never..." Her words trailed off as my fingers sunk into those perfect mounds. I kissed, nibbled, squeezed gently, avoiding her nipples for the moment as she began a slow writhing motion beneath me. They really were perfect.

She had large breasts. Not enormous, but full, heavy and incredibly firm and resilient. They stood up proudly, even with her lying on her back. The brown circles of her areola were a little puffy, thicker than the skin around, and her nipples were fat little nubs, more an extension of her areola. She groaned as I loved on those breasts, tangling her fingers in my hair and growling in frustration at my avoidance of her nipples. She twisted under me, moving my head and pushing her right nipple into my lips.

I chuckled and sucked it in, drawing a long moan from her. I worked it with my tongue, lips and a nip or two, just letting her feel my teeth scrape over her. She was now trembling a bit, her writhing becoming more pronounced. I kissed my way over to that other mound and the trembling became more frequent.

Again, I could have loved that perfection forever, but this was only the beginning. Her ribcage dropped away to her flat belly, ridged with muscle, abs more defined than mine, kissing, licking every inch, dipping my tongue into the little elongated oval of her naval, causing her to giggle.

She giggled again as I pulled at the little tuft she had. It was fine, silky and sparse, ending just before her cleft. I skipped down to her feet. I had half expected hooves, but she had human feet, at the moment. They were small and perfect, her toenails were painted purple, matching the long nails she had at the moment. I massaged her cute little toes, giving each one a kiss before moving up over the high arch of her foot.

The spot just behind her ankle bone was sensitive, and I tickled it with my lips before moving up slender but muscular calves. She had another spot behind her knee, and the entire inside of her thighs were erogenous zones, making her moan constantly as my lips and tongue glided over that silken skin.

I could smell her arousal, a faint musky odor as I approached the juncture of those strong thighs. I nipped at the tendons that were stretched as she spread herself for me, finally moving up to her center. There it was: feminine perfection. Well, Demon Goddess perfection.

Her lips were the same dusky shade as her skin, that shade fading to pink inside. Her lips were sealed together, forming a perfectly symmetrical line up to the dusky little nub at the top. I had to taste her.

Her hips jolted when my tongue brushed gently across her lips, and again when I tickled her clit. I moved back to the bottom, cupping her fantastic ass in my hands, testing the firmness with my fingers, finding, again, perfection. I burrowed my tongue between those lips, finding her entrance, and she cried out, her hands again resting on my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

She was slippery inside, tasting tangy and sweet, my tongue seeking, thrusting inside her as far as I could. I licked her lips, spreading her moisture and her trembling was rising, her thighs clasping my head in a contraction, then falling open. I used everything I remembered women liking, everything I had ever read or heard, determined to make the first time for my Demon Queen something she would never forget.

She was making thrusting motions, running her fingers through my hair, and when I attacked that little dusky clit, she exploded, a hoarse little cry escaping her, her body bridging up off the bed as the tension that had been building snapped and she was coming.

"Mercer... I'm... oh, oh, what you're... YES! Mercer, I can't..."

But she could, and she did. When I added a finger inside her tight wetness, she went off again, and again when I added another, curling one up inside her and finding that little rough bundle of nerve endings on the upper wall of her little pussy.

She bucked until I couldn't keep contact with her clit, her thrusting becoming motions of escape and she was pulling painfully at my hair, pulling me up over her until she could reach my lips for a kiss.