When Cozbi Met Amy [LIT CON 2025]

A Lit-Con 2025 Event story, in association with Freya Gersemi and Emily Miller.

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"What in the Nine Hells am I doing here?" I wondered to myself.

I stood in the lobby of the Grand City Hotel. Not a bad establishment, a little gaudy for my tastes, but it looked clean and well run.

"Welcome, Literotica Convention Attendees!" Twin signs proclaimed the reason I was here. But not the why.

The why was... more complicated. I was a Vengeance Demon, Commander of Armies in service of The Queen Of Hell herself, Lucy Morningstar. So why would I deem to socialize amongst these mere mortals, at what was apparently some garish excuse for a porn convention / orgy?

Curiosity. That's what brought me here. And a strange invitation. An invitation I received in the mail, despite living completely off the grid in a cabin deep in the woods that I personally made sure no one, including the post office, had any official record of.

And yet there it was, on my floor: a plain blue envelope, shoved through a mail slot I didn't recall existing before. An envelope that had no right being there. Because in addition to my cabin being off the grid, I'd placed protective spells around it, spells guaran-fucking-teed to keep out unwanted intruders. If a squirrel so much as farted too close to my driveway I'd know about it.

Examining the envelope, there was no post mark, no stamps, just a single word. My name, my TRUE name, written in blocky manuscript: "Cozbi."

Reaching out with my preternatural senses, I felt no aura of magic around it. In fact the vibe it gave off was distinctly human. Ripping it open, I found a single, thick card. On it was printed an invitation. Attached to the card was a Post-it note with a message hand written in the same block lettering:

"You should go. - DJ"

And so here I was, standing in line, impatiently twirling the invitation card in my hand as I waited my turn to check in. While I waited, I took in my surroundings, and more importantly, the ever increasing flow of people into the already crowded lobby.

I was impressed by the variety; all ages, shapes, sizes and genders. Some were dressed casually, some more formally, still others in wildly revealing and downright scandalous outfits. Which I absolutely adored, of course.

On the far side, a group dressed in leather BDSM gear chatted excitedly. Just behind me, several Furries sat resting on the lobby lounge chairs. Gathered by the elevators was a group that looked like they just walked off the set of Caligula.

As far as I could tell, the only thing any of these people had in common was they all were horny as fuck. The place reeked of pheromones.

Finally, I approached the check-in desk. The clerk eyed me hungrily, but managed not to drool on his tie. "Welcome to The Grand City Hotel. May I see your invitation please?"

I drummed my fingers on the desktop while he tapped away at the computer. "It might speed things along if you looked at the keyboard instead of my cleavage," I offered drolly.

His face turned almost as red as my nail polish. "Oh, um, yes, Miss, sorry, Miss, um... Ah, yes, here you are. Randi Fanin." His eyes couldn't hide his surprise. "Penthouse suite. Unlimited amenities. All expenses paid."

With a wide smile and an obvious struggle to maintain eye contact, he handed me my room key and a lanyard with a name tag card on it. "Enjoy your stay, Ms. Fanin. Your suite has been fully prepared and your luggage and packages have already arrived and been brought to your room. Your room key is also the key to your private elevator, follow the hallway down then to the left."

A small bead of sweat formed on his brow, and I didn't even need to look over the desk to know he was probably pitching a tent in his slacks as he took his shot. "If you need anything, anything at all, please feel free to call me. I'm James, you can ask for me directly, I'd be happy to assist you."

"Ha," I snickered. "Keep dreaming, James. Nice try though." As I turned and walked away, I made sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips to accentuate my denim clad ass. He was nice enough I suppose, so the least I could do was give him some mental masturbation material.

I pondered my mysterious benefactor as I proceeded down the hall. Whoever it was not only knew my true name, but apparently by the registry and name tag, knew my favorite alias as well.

Penthouse suite? All expenses paid? They'd certainly pulled a John Hammond alright.

As I keyed the slot and entered the elevator, I was determined to find out why.

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The suite was, I had to admit, impressive. A spacious, open living room that could easily entertain a dozen people comfortably. Full kitchen... Ha! Like I cook. A bedroom bigger than most New Yorkers' apartments. Walk-in shower in the bathroom. A hot tub in the main quarters right next to a heated swimming pool; half indoors, the other half extended under and beyond the expansive window wall that offered a magnificent view of the city.

A giant, heart shaped bed was the centerpiece of the bedroom, complete with canopy and satin sheets. The walk-in closet was already fully loaded with a wardrobe any woman, mortal or supernatural, would kill for. All perfectly tailored to my size of course, although upon closer examination, there was also a section stocked with expensive lingerie in a variety of sizes. I suppose in case I had guests?

Speaking of variety, the boxes James had mentioned were well stocked with every sex toy one could wish for; dildos, vibrators, buttplugs, anal beads, nipple clamps, handcuffs, floggers, and on and on... oh and plenty of lube of course.

It was everything a spoiled, horny She-Demon like me would expect. And yet I had planned none of it. It was all just... there. As if someone knew my preferences, knew my kinks, knew... me.

I should have been worried about this, or at least suspicious. Yet none of it felt malevolent. And then there was the note, left on the nightstand by the bed, written in a now familiar script:

"If you need anything else, just ask. Have fun. - DJ."

Beside this note was a packet, outlining the events for the weekend. Tonight was the "Meet & Greet" in the Grand Ballroom, complete with a jazz ensemble and open bar. That at least sounded up my alley, although I had no idea who I was supposed to meet, let alone greet. Maybe this mysterious DJ would show his face there?

Scanning through the events for Saturday, I had to chuckle at several of the seminars on the agenda.

"How To Please A Man?" - Pfft. Like that's tough.

"How To Please A Woman?" - Seriously? I've made The Queen Of Hell orgasm multiple times, I think I've got that covered.

"Sex In The Modern Age?" - Let me guess, a boring ninety minute lecture on consent, STDs and birth control. Hard pass.

I still had no clue what this whole thing was truly about. The only thing I'd discovered about "Literotica" was that it's some website where horny dweebs post sex stories for other horny dweebs to get off to. I guess this convention was an excuse for them to maybe finally get their dicks wet?

Speaking of wet, a drink sounded pretty good. But first, I was gonna break in that shower.

And that big purple vibrator.

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The ballroom was fully packed by the time I made my entrance. If I had thought the variety of people and outfits in the lobby earlier impressive, this was at least doubly so. Much of the ladies "evening wear" would have fit right in during the orgies I used to throw with Borgia back in the day.

I'd made it a full three steps past the doorway when I was hailed by a bubbly, very attractive redhead. "Hi! Welcome to Lit- Con! We originally thought of calling it Liter-Conica, but it didn't work for obvious reasons. But I'm rambling, sorry. Hi, I'm Freya, Freya Prossa, organizer of this event. And you are...?"

As her hazel eyes gazed up at me, expectantly awaiting my answer, I honestly wasn't sure if I frightened her, or she was smitten. Probably both.

"... Headed to the bar for a drink." I eyed her curvy but slim build with admiration. "Wanna join me?"

Her porcelain face blushed a deep crimson. "Oh! Wow! Well, yes but... no. You see, I'm here with my husband. And some friends. Some really, um, good friends. But I'm also trying to keep tabs on the attendees, making sure everyone got their rooms, their meal and drink tickets, their name tags, etc."

Her eyes seemed glued to my chest. I wonder if her husband knew of her affinity towards women. If she was running an event like this, probably so, I imagined.

Her face twisted in confusion. "Speaking of name tags, where's yours?"

"In the trash." Putting both hands on my hips, I struck my most seductive pose. "Do you really think that tacky lanyard would go with THIS dress, hun?"

Freya batted her eyes repeatedly. "No, um, guess not. But I'm supposed to verify the attendees' badges, so I..."

"... need to get back to your hostess duties, I understand." Bending low, I whispered in her ear, "You don't need to see my name tag."

"I don't need to see your name tag," she repeated in monotone.

"I can go about my business. Enjoy my night."

"You can go about your business. Enjoy your night."

I turned away, paused, turned back. "You'll have a good time with your husband and your friends tonight. A VERY good time. And maybe we'll see each other again later this weekend."

"I'd... I'd like that. Very much." Dazed and ever so slightly confused, Freya wandered back to her hostess table by the entrance.

She was cute, for sure. Downright sexy even. And she smelled delicious. But tonight, I was hoping to find someone a little more... exotic.

And just like that, I found her. At the bar. Drinking Dom Pérignon rosé. I loved her already.

Her sculpted shoulders, narrow waist, curvy hips and well formed legs were truly a masterpiece. Her face, while stunningly beautiful, looked deep in thought as she cradled her champagne flute.

Whatever was on her mind must have been pretty serious, as she never even looked up from her drink until I'd taken the stool next to her.

Leaning on the bar, I rested my chin on my palm and looked her dead in her beautiful coffee colored eyes. "I'd offer you a penny for your thoughts, but by the look of that gorgeous Gucci dress I'd say you certainly don't need my charity. So how about I offer my company instead?"

I admired her almost elfin face - long, delicate, with high cheekbones and a thin, slightly turned-up nose - as she contemplated my opening gambit.

After a long pause and another sip, she smiled. "Impressive pick up line. And I love your dress too. Prada?"

I flashed her my pearly whites. "Naturally."

She laughed at that and, with a flirtatious toss of her flowing mahogany hair, offered me her hand. "Amy. Amy Stevens. Pleased to meet you."

I brought her delicate hand to my lips and kissed it. "Randi Fanin. Charmed, I'm sure."

Her almond shaped eyes furrowed a moment, then went wide. "Randi Fanin? Wait, I thought I recognized you! You're... Cozbi???"

Startled, I dropped her hand and jumped up from my seat. "How do you know that name? Speak now and speak true, if you know what's good for you!"

To her credit, she neither flinched nor retreated, even as I loomed over her. "Oh, relax. I've read your stories is all. I'm a fan. Emily turned me on to them, both hers and that DJ guy's."

"DJ?" My second surprise in a row. "How do you know this DJ? Who is he?"

Amy cocked her head as if in thought. Then a look of understanding flashed across her face. "You don't know, do you?"

It was my turn to look confused. "Know what?"

Amy smiled sympathetically. "Maybe you should sit down for this." With a simple, elegant gesture, she summoned the bartender. He refilled her glass, then inquired what I would like.

"I'll have what she's having," I replied with a wink.

Drinks in hand, Amy extended her glass and, despite myself, I returned the offered toast with a clink.

"So this is gonna get rather complicated I'm afraid," she began after we'd sipped. "But let's start at the beginning. What do you know about Literotica?"

I shrugged dismissively. "It's a glorified porn site for semi-literate perverts."

Amy arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Really? That judgmental? I thought you were sex positive."

"I am," I asserted. "I'm positive about going out and getting laid, not sitting in a basement writing about it and masturbating."

Amy chuckled. "I see your point. I'd rather live it than read it myself. But that's not important right now. What's important is that you understand who you truly are."

"Who I am?" I snapped. "What the actual fuck do YOU know about who I am?"

Again, she didn't flinch at my growing anger. "I know you're Cozbi; unjustly murdered princess turned Vengeance Demon, former servant of the Dark Lord Asmodeus..."

"Careful, mortal," I seethed, "I am no one's SERVANT. Especially not that fucker."

"My apologies," she nodded, "Former 'associate' of Asmodeus, now working directly for Satan herself, Lucy Morningstar. You fell in love with a young Nun named Emily Wilson, and after she helped you depose Asmodeus, she became an Angel and you two now live and work together."

It takes a lot to fluster me, but the casual way she rattled off her summation of my life had me shook. "And you know all of this... how?"

"I already told you. I read your stories. On Literotica. Do you get it now?"

I was beginning to. "So this... DJ... is some sort of mystical seer, one who has somehow divined my past and written my stories as tawdry fiction?"

"Close, but not quite," Amy smirked. "The truth is even stranger: Everyone here, all of us, including you and me, are fictional characters featured in stories on Literotica. And this 'convention' was simply an excuse for the authors to borrow and share each other's characters and put them in various sexual situations."

"That's absurd," I scoffed.

"It is," Amy agreed. "It's also the truth. Think about it: How exactly did you wind up here?"

"Well, it started when I found this envelope with the invitation, and..." My mind suddenly went blank as I struggled to recall the details. "There was an envelope. An invitation. And then I was just... here. In the hotel lobby. But I have no memory of traveling here at all."

"Sounds about right," Amy said. "Think about how stories work, how one scene cuts to another. How all the trivial details, like how you got to the airport, or how long your flight took, can get skipped over with a simple time jump that just moves the characters on to where they need to be in the story. In my case, I just suddenly found myself at a baggage terminal, waiting for Emily to come get me."

My jaw dropped. "Wait, How do you know Em? And why would she bring you here? I thought she was..." Again I could almost feel my brain cells grind to a halt as I struggled to recall where my angelic life partner was supposed to be at this moment.

Amy took my hand. It felt somehow comforting. "Sorry. Not YOUR Emily." She offered a sympathetic smile. "Look, this is gonna get confusing as fuck, I still struggle with it honestly. But first there's the author, Emily Miller. Not her real name, of course. Then there's 'Emily,' the character. Except there's several 'Emily' characters, including my best friend, the one that's currently upstairs going down on a cute little redhead, and your girlfriend, the Angel Em. And let's not even get started on the variations, like Emma and Lily, or..."

"Stop," I cut her off. "Just... stop." This whole thing was becoming more ludicrous by the moment. "So you're telling me that my friends Emma and Lily are also just characters written by this... 'Miller' person? That this whole thing is a set up by these amateur hacks calling themselves 'authors' just to, what? Get a bunch of random story characters who've never met before together and have them all fuck?"

Amy drained her glass. "Apparently, that's the goal."

I drained mine as well. "Fuck it then. Wanna come up to my suite?"

Amy's sultry grin would have soaked my panties, had I been wearing any.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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We didn't even wait til the elevator reached the top floor for the clothes to come off. Not that it took long to undress, considering neither of us wore anything under our expensive, custom made dresses.

While Amy may have been delusional... her "story" about why we were here was obviously nonsense... she was an incredible kisser. I've rarely encountered lips as soft and perfect as hers that were not enhanced with Botox.

We came up for air only long enough for her to take in the suite. "Oh my God, what a fabulous room! How the hell did you score the Penthouse? Emily and I only managed a mid tier suite. Still pretty nice, but..."

"Courtesy of DJ," I shrugged, playing along with her fantasy. "Guess the Emily who wrote your story just didn't think of it?"

While Amy took in the opulence, I took in her goddess-like nude body.

Wide, brown areola capped with prominent nipples I couldn't wait to suckle adorned her pert, mid-sized breasts. Her overall skin tone was light, with just a touch of olive that hinted at a European lineage, perhaps Czech.

While thin, with just a hint of rib cage showing, she was far from waifish. Her toned musculature spoke of regular workouts. Well defined abs framed her deep navel, with curves that drew the gaze naturally to the dark triangle of hair that topped her otherwise perfectly waxed vulva.

Long, shapely legs started at broad hips and ended at petite feet. Feet that were now moving in my direction as Amy crossed the short distance between us and leapt back into my waiting arms.

She was warm, soft, and oh, so willing. Hungry lips parted to accept my offered tongue, although I could feel her startle for a moment when she realized the tip was forked.

"Oh, I'd forgotten about your tongue! Now that has potential," she giggled after breaking the kiss. "Speaking of potential, if memory serves, you can also grow your own cock on demand, right?"

"Oh, most certainly," I affirmed. "Would you like to see it?"

Amy shook her head. "Not right now. Right now, what I want is..."

I was surprised by the force she used to guide me backwards towards the couch. Most women found me rather imposing, and so I tended to have to be the one to take charge.

Amy, however, had no issues taking the lead. And, rather out of character for myself, I let her.

Pushing me down onto the couch, she quickly leapt on my lap, straddling me. Her body was flushed with the heat of her passion as her lips again met mine. My nipples swelled quickly under her touch as she massaged my breasts.

My hands found her firm, perfect ass. She sighed as my fingers traced the curves of her glutes, grazing over her anus before delving lower, deeper, exploring her already slick folds.

Amy contented herself with allowing me to tease and titillate her in this way for several minutes as we made out before once again taking charge and guiding me down so that I lay supine on the couch, my head supported by the armrest.

Maneuvering herself above me, she gazed down at me with gorgeous, lust filled eyes. "I assume you're pretty flexible?"

Knowing where she was going with this, I answered by throwing my right leg up and over the back of the couch, while my left dropped so that my foot rested on the floor.

"That's perfect." Amy guided herself into position over my openly exposed sex and pressed herself into me. Our combined wetness made soft squelching noises as her hips worked back and forth, grinding our swollen clits together.

It was ecstasy. Her shapely breasts bounced with each thrust, her eyes fixed on me intently, reading my face, my pleasure, gauging my reactions, adjusting her rhythm, her speed, her pressure accordingly.

Oh, she was good. She was very, very good. The smell of sweat and pussy filled the air as we copulated; sighing, moaning, laughing and squealing as we rode the ever increasing waves of pleasure.

With a toss of her beautiful mane, Amy cried her rapture to the ceiling, even as my own climax took me, causing my body to shake and tremble beneath hers. With a final gasp, Amy collapsed over me, her breasts pressed to mine as we shared soft kisses and basked in the afterglow.

I allowed her to lay quiet for a few moments, but not for long.

Because now... it was my turn. "Okay, enough rest. Up you go."

Amy looked surprised as I lifted her up and off of me, then I suppose it's easy enough for mortals to misjudge my true strength.

Taking her hand, I guided her to the vast widows that overlooked the city. "Hands up against the glass," I ordered firmly. "Now, bend low, arch your back, part your legs. That's a good girl."

Amy complied, treating me with a stunning view of that incredible ass and the plump vulva nestled beneath.

I had something special in mind, but first, I needed a taste. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in her so deep that my nose pressed into her asshole. I lapped at her creamy folds, savoring her rich, coppery flavor.

Amy groaned as I parted her swollen petals, probing her, delving far deeper with my unnaturally long tongue than I'm sure she expected. I wiggled it inside her playfully, making her squeal with delight.

Amy reached for her clit, but I smacked her hand away. I pulled myself back only long enough to chide her. "Now now, naughty girl. You said you wanted to see what this tongue can truly do. Let me show you."

Returning my face to her delectable ass, I again extended my tongue, this time sliding it over the length of her cleft. The split tips found her clitoral hood, gripped it on both sides, and tugged.

Amy's cry was a mix of shocked surprise and pure glee. "Oh, ffffffuck!"

Working in tandem, the twin forks of my tongue danced and played with her now rock hard love bud. Amy's knees trembled and I took her by the hips to steady her as I increased both pressure and tempo. She pounded on the (what I assumed to be quite unbreakable) glass as her body jolted with repeated muscle spasms. Hot drizzles of sweet girl nectar coated my tongue, lips and chin as she came.

I thought she might beg off from the intensity of it all. Instead, she demanded in a loud voice, "Goddammit, Cozbi! I need you to fuck me! Hard, like right now!"

"As you wish." Standing, I took her in my arms, pulling her against me. Amy tilted her head to the side as I kissed her neck tenderly.

"Mmmm, is that what I think it is pressed up against my ass?" Amy asked excitedly.

"Indubitably."

One of many major benefits to being a supernatural being is the ability to shapeshift certain body parts. The clitoris is very similar to the penis in many aspects, and it was a simple matter for me to transform mine into something far longer and thicker. After all, silicone dildos may have their place, but nothing beats fucking a woman with your own fully functional girl cock.

Taking it by the root, I started maneuvering the head into position when Amy stopped me. "Not there. I've already had one dick in there earlier tonight. In my ass."

"My kinda gal. But for that, we'll need..." With the speed of thought, my tail sprung from the base of my spine, and with a quick flick, I extended it out to grab a nearby bottle of lube.

Popping the cap, I squirted a generous amount over her puckered hole, still more on my cockhead. Pressing it to her, I pushed.

"Ah!" Amy gasped. "Go slow, 'kay? It's been awhile since I've done this."

"Of course, sweetie." Applying still more lube, I pushed again, only slower this time, gently working her open. Amy braced herself against the window again as our bodies rocked together, working my cock in, inch by inch.

"Why'd you... have to... make it so... fucking... big?" Amy grunted as she pushed back against me.

"Oh, chill out, buttercup, I'm sure this isn't your first rodeo. Now just relax that sphincter and saddle up, cowgirl."

"Fuck you," Amy snipped, but continued pushing her beautiful but incredibly tight ass back until at last her reluctant muscles caved to the pressure and opened up for me. She wailed with both pleasure and relief.

The hard part over with, I could begin fucking her in earnest. Still, I had to go slow, but in a way, slow was better. It allowed me to truly feel her vise-like grip stimulate every nerve ending of my throbbing shaft.

Amy again reached for her clit. Again I smacked her hand away. "What did I tell you?" I hissed in her ear. "That's my job."

Reaching out with my tail, I retrieved another item from the assortment of toys my mysterious benefactor had delivered. Amy's eyes went wide when she spotted it. "Oh, fuck, wait, I don't know about..."

I slipped a hand over her mouth, silencing her. "Thou doth protest too much, I think. Now shut up, and brace yourself."

With that, my tail moved the bulbous headed Hitachi vibrating wand between her legs and depressed the power switch. She immediately began to shake as if an electric current coursed through her.

I let go of Amy's mouth, releasing her moans, and grabbed a handful of her hair instead. With my other hand, I spanked her ass repeatedly, the loud cracks echoing throughout the suite.

Amy, to her credit, didn't merely take it, but encouraged it. "Fuck yeah! That's it, spank my ass! Spank it, fuck it, own it!"

Her formerly light colored skin flushed red with our exertions, and our bodies dripped with sweat despite the air conditioning. With my supernatural stamina, I could go all night, but as the vibrator buzzed away on her, I could feel her body tensing up, hear the low, deep tone of her groans steadily increase in pitch and volume, and I knew she was close.

I had one last little surprise for her. Coiling my tail around the vibrator, I secured it in place over her clit. Then, with a flick of the tip, swatted her pussy with a sharp, almost whiplike crack.

Amy howled in pain and pleasure, her face contorted, eyes rolled back in her head. "Ffffuck! Again! Do that again!"

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

I lashed her, three times in quick succession, and I had to grab Amy around the waist to keep her from falling as her orgasm wracked through her. My cock swelled as my own climax hit, erupting hot jets of thick cum deep inside her.

Dropping the vibrator, I held her trembling body close, my cock still rock solid but no longer moving. Finally I disengaged; slowly, gently, oh so carefully pulling myself free.

Amy spun and collapsed into my arms. Her breath was hot on my neck as she slowly recovered herself. "That was... fucking intense. But so, so good."

I cradled her softly. "It was for me too, my darling."

She smiled as I lifted her into my arms. "Come on, sweet cheeks. After a workout like that, I think we both deserve a soak in the hot tub."

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Amy leaned back, her feet up on the edge of the tub, and sighed. "Ah, you were so right. This is just what I needed."

I sat opposite of her, my breasts bobbing slightly in the water, and playfully traced a fingernail up the arch of her foot.

Amy giggled. "Hey, cut it out, that tickles!"

I smiled wickedly. "Ticklish, eh? You probably shouldn't have let me discover that."

I was about to run my hands up her legs to explore what other bodily areas might be as sensitive when the door chime rang. Room service had finally arrived with the champagne and strawberries we'd ordered.

"Relax, darling, I'll answer it." Stepping from the tub, I strode naked across the room to open the door. I'd never been shy before and saw no reason to start now.

The man on the other side was of course quite surprised, pleasantly I assumed by his facial expression. "Oh! Um, wow, okay. Hi, I'm um, here with your..."

"I know why you're here, I was the one who called it in." I realized that may have sounded rude, I do tend to be blunt, and so offered him a welcoming smile. "But please, do come in."

I stepped to the side to allow him room for the cart, then went to find my purse, walking slowly to give him plenty of time to admire my ass while he thought I wouldn't notice.

I pulled a crisp Ben Franklin from my wallet then turned back to him, giving him a full frontal view this time. His eyes bulged when he noticed my girl cock, still quite erect, as I found flaccid dicks rather ugly and useless.

"Wow! I didn't realize you were, um, I mean..." His stammer was almost adorable, his blush even more so.

Ignoring his fumfering, I continued towards him and offered the tip. "Here you go, a little something for your service."

He managed to meet my eyes as he shook his head. "Thank you, Ms. Fanin, but I'm afraid I must decline. My directions were very clear: ALL expenses paid, including gratuities. Direct orders from the hotel management."

"Really? And who gave them this directive?"

He shrugged. "Honestly? No idea. I just work here, ya know?"

I nodded sympathetically. "I understand. Well, thank you for delivering our champagne, um...?"

"James," he offered. "We met earlier today? At the front desk?"

How cute. He'd thought I'd remember him. "Ah, yes. James, right. Well, thank you again, James."

I walked him to the door. He stopped at the threshold. Turning to me, I could see him summoning his courage. "Look, Ms. Fanin, this is probably highly inappropriate to the point it could get me fired, but fuck it. When you called down to the desk, I had just clocked out for the night. But I wanted to bring your order to you personally, because, well, I was... really hoping to... see you again."

I was impressed by his boldness, I must say. Taking a step back, I put my hands on my hips. My cock stood proudly at attention as I suggestively caressed myself. "And now that you've seen me? ALL of me?"

His response pleasantly surprised me. "I think you're beautiful. Just the way you are."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well now, you've turned out to be FAR more interesting than I expected, James. Since you're done with your work duties for the evening, would you care to join us?" I gestured in Amy's direction.

James nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes. I'd like that very much, Ms. Fanin."

I adopted a firmer voice. "That will not do, James. You will call me... Mistress."

A glimmer in his eyes told me he understood and accepted immediately. "Yes, Mistress. I'd like to serve you very much, Mistress."

Amy, who had been watching all of this unfold from the hot tub, looked highly amused. "Cozbi, what the hell are you up to now?"

I flashed her my most devilish grin. "Oh come on, Hot Lips. This is where the fun begins."

Addressing our new pet, Amy encouraged him with a laugh, "James, if you know what's good for you, you'll run, like right now."

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Amy and I lay together atop the soft satin sheets of the bed, arms and legs entwined, breasts pressed together, sharing soft, intimate kisses.

It had been a long evening, and yet when checking the clock on the nightstand, it read just two minutes til midnight.

When I pointed this out to Amy, she was almost blasé about it. "Yeah, I noticed that earlier. Time seems to move differently since I've been here. I know we arrived at the hotel around late afternoon to check in. Then I spent some time alone with Emily, still more time later with her and her new friends. After that I left them alone to go down to the bar and get a drink. Then I met you and, well... How long have we been at it so far? I've totally lost track."

The "it" she was referring to was our quiet, passionate lovemaking. I'd lost my girl cock, much to James' amazement, and we'd forgone toys and other implements of pleasure and / or pain to instead simply hold each other and let our mouths, tongues, hands and fingers do the talking.

She was truly a goddess among humans, able to freely give as good as she got. She reminded me of my Emily in many ways, at least once I'd broken down the barriers that had held my former Nun turned porn star back from truly exploring and enjoying her sexual nature.

I found myself suddenly missing my Angel Em, and even as this thought crossed my mind, Amy spoke up. "Listen, Coz, this has been... amazing. Truly. But I'm sure my Emily is wondering where I've been, and I really should be getting back to her. I don't know how much longer we'll be staying at this crazy Con. But I do know, however long it is, I want to spend the time with her."

I ran my fingers through her soft hair, pushing it back from her face. "I understand, darling. Completely. It's been lovely to be with you though."

As true as my words were about understanding, I was still reluctant to let her slip from my arms and out of bed. As Amy started to put her dress back on, I offered, "Are you sure you don't want to shower before you go?"

Amy shook her head with a playful smile. "Nah. I'll only be wearing this long enough to get back to my room, if you get me."

I did indeed. "Understood. Go, find your friend."

Amy bent and kissed James on the cheek. "Bye, cutie, it's been fun." Turning back to me, she raised a quizzical brow. "You will untie him at some point, right?"

"Oh sure," I shrugged, "Eventually. When I'm... bored with him."

Before Amy and I had settled in for our sublime girl / girl session, we'd taken turns pegging James; Amy with a strap-on, me with my girl cock. He was a good and very eager pet, and when it had come time for him to suck my cock clean and swallow my load as Amy continued to plow him from behind, he'd offered no objections.

Afterwards, I bound him to the chair he currently still sat in, ball-gagged him, put a leather mask over his face and shoved a vibrating buttplug up his ass. I was then kind enough to let him look but not touch as Amy and I made love.

Walking Amy to the door, I gave her a last, lingering kiss. "Your Emily is a very lucky woman to have you as her friend."

Amy smiled. "I know. And so am I to have her."

And then she was gone.

Closing the door behind her, I decided a shower sounded pretty good myself. And then, well, maybe I'd head downstairs, rejoin the party.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, I was just about to step out the door when I heard a muffled cry of protest.

"Oh, right. James."

Walking back to him, I frowned at his wildly twitching cock. His deep blue eyes gazed up at me, silently pleading.

"Now, Jimmy, what did we discuss?" I chided him. "You don't get freed from the chair until you cum for me like a good boy."

Jimmy shook his head frantically, his vocal objections stifled by the ball gag.

I wagged my finger as I scolded him. "Listen, it's not my fault you can't cum from prostate stimulation, is it? I mean, you had two gorgeous women fuck you repeatedly in the ass, then got to watch us lick and finger our hot wet pussies to your heart's content! What more could you possibly need to get off already?"

Picking up the remote control to his vibrating buttplug, I examined it closely, then gasped with mock concern. "Ah! I see! Here's the problem, this thing has only been on the low setting all this time!"

I could hear the rumbling sounds ramp up inside him as I clicked the power button to max. James writhed almost violently in his seat, squealing loudly, repeatedly. His cock looked fit to burst.

"There, that's much better," I purred. Bending low, I spoke softly in his ear. "I've put a little spell on these handcuffs, sweetie. They'll release you, but only after you cum. So focus your energies, clench your sphincter, make it happen, and you can go home. If not, I'll leave a note at the front desk, they will come retrieve you in the morning. Although I'm not sure what HR will think about finding their front desk manager in such a... compromising position in a VIP guest's room."

Tears ran down his eyes. I wiped them away comfortingly. "It's okay, hun. Don't cry. You can do this, I have faith in you."

Turning, I headed for the door. "Good luck, Jimbo!"

His wails of protest fell silent as I closed the door and stepped into the elevator.

(Now, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not a total monster. In addition to the spell I'd cast on the handcuffs, I also worked a little magic on the buttplug, making sure it had more than enough juice to make him eventually pop. James will be just fine, trust me.)

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The Meet & Greet party was, unsurprisingly, still going when I returned to the Grand Ballroom. Although the crowd had thinned out considerably, probably because many had found their hook up for the night and gone back to their rooms to fuck until the wee hours.

Those remaining were clustered into small groups of what I assumed were already friends or at least new acquaintances. While there were quite a few in various states of undress, there was no obvious sexual activity going on. Perhaps the hotel had a policy in place about that, who knows?

I wasn't looking for another partner anyway. I wasn't sure what I WAS looking for, besides a stiff drink. I'd slated my thirst for sex with Amy, and while I was missing my Emily, I also, being honest, wasn't quite ready to go home just yet. And so I bellied up to the bar and ordered myself a Macallan.

While I'd dismissed the absurd notion that this convention was run by and filled with fictional characters from fictional sex stories, the idea of a gathering of sexually charged people of all genders, lifestyles and kinks intrigued me.

Then there was the mystery of my unknown benefactor, "DJ," to solve. Who was he, really? Amy had said that he was a Literotica author, the writer of my stories as well as others. The "CREATOR" of me, or should I say my "character," if that ridiculous name tag they'd given me was to be believed. But that was preposterous.

"Not preposterous at all, really."

The new, unexpected voice startled me, not something easy to do. I turned to face the speaker sitting next to me, who had appeared, as far as I could tell, from nowhere. Not even a puff of brimstone from teleportation had announced his arrival.

It didn't take me long to piece it together. "Well, well. The mysterious DJ, I presume?"

"That's me, yes. Hello, Cozbi. Nice to meet you face to face, at last."

Silence hung in the air as I ignored his greeting and extended hand; instead, looking him over intently.

He was about as average looking a male human as I could imagine. Not ugly or grotesque, no, not at all. But not particularly handsome, or rugged, or muscular. He was rather tall, and mostly in decent shape, with the exception of that "Dad Bod" gut that most men find themselves with at middle age. And yet he had a full head of dirty blonde hair, no bald spots, hardly any gray.

His eyes were warm, friendly behind his glasses, with no hidden malice. His smile appeared genuine and affable.

Still, I didn't like not knowing exactly who I was dealing with, or why.

Finally, I broke the uncomfortable silence. "What kind of name is 'DJ' anyway? Couldn't your parents afford more letters?"

His smile faltered a little as he lowered his unshook hand. "It's... a long story. It's not my real name, just part of the screen name I publish my stories under. A rather lame screen name, I realize. In retrospect, I wish I'd chosen something with more style or wit. But I'm kinda stuck with it now."

I gave him a withering look. "So we're going with this bullshit story that you're an author and I'm just some creation of yours you use to tell glorified spank stories?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it exactly that way, but... basically, yes."

I sighed in frustration. Part of me wanted to fireball this asshole into oblivion, or, better yet, feed him to the Hellhounds. But another part of me couldn't help but be curious as to his story.

"Okay, fine," I snipped. "I'll play along. Why did you bring me here?"

He shrugged. "Why not? There was an author challenge created by Freya Gersemi... the cute redhead you met earlier this evening... to write a story where characters from various Literotica stories got together at a convention. This convention. The idea was for us writers to share characters, to cross them over, to have ours meet and interact with another author's character. And so..."

"And so you wrote a story featuring me and Amy," I finished for him. "Why me?"

"Simple. Because you're one of my favorite characters, Cozbi. I absolutely love writing you; love your sass, your wicked humor, your 'Take No Shit' attitude."

He did at least seem to know me well. "And why pair me up with Amy?"

He stroked his chin thoughtfully before replying. "That's a little more complicated. But the simple version is that Literotica author Emily Miller and I have been friends and occasional writing partners for a couple years now. She was a direct inspiration for the character Emily Wilson in my story 'The Devil And Angel Em,' a story that led to your creation as the antagonist."

"My 'CREATION?'" I roared, pounding my fist on the bar. "What the fuck do you know about my creation?" Standing, I turned to leave. "This is nonsense, I'm outta here! You're lucky I'm in a good mood or I'd have already fried your ass for..."

"Cozbi, please, sit," he asked calmly. "You don't have to believe me, in fact I fully expect you not to. But at least let me finish, maybe you'll understand."

"Fine. I'll sit. But only because I want another drink. So make it fast, psycho-boy."

DJ flagged down the bartender before I could, ordering another tumbler for me, along with one for himself.

He took an exploratory sip. "Mmm. That's good stuff. I don't really drink much anymore, and when I do, I certainly can't afford top shelf liquor like this. But here, well..." He gestured with his hand as if he owned the place, which, if his story was to be believed, he did.

Speaking of his story, I pressed him again. "So why Amy, out of countless characters to choose from?"

He took another sip. "As I said, I've been friends with Emily Miller for a while. And I really enjoy her stories. Amy is featured in quite a few of them. And I eventually started noticing similarities between her and you."

"Similarities? Let me guess, we both have great tits and asses and love to fuck."

DJ laughed. "Well sure. But it was more than that. You both can, on the surface, appear superficial, self centered, short tempered. Prone to snarky comments and bickering with those who annoy you. But you're both also highly intelligent, very loving and fiercely loyal to those you truly care about. Most especially to your respective Emilys."

"Speaking of Emilys," I cut in, "what's with this Miller chick repeatedly making herself a character in all these stories? For someone so small, she must have an ego the size of Gibraltar."

DJ flushed uncomfortably. "Hey, you said that, not me."

I glared wickedly at him. "But according to you, you write all my dialog."

He had no reply to that. Instead, he continued, "So you both have an Emily in your life that you love and care about, and you both have similar personalities and interests. I needed to borrow someone's character to write this story; Amy just made sense to me. And I just wanted to do something fun and different where I wasn't having you eviscerate a serial killer or taking on a demon lord to save the universe."

"Aww shucks, thanks for sparing me the physical and mental anguish this time around." My voice practically dripped with venomous sarcasm. Imagine the sheer audacity of this clown; I suppose he expected me to be grateful or something.

One final question occurred to me. "What about James?"

"Who?"

"James, the front desk manager. Who's character is he?"

"Oh, right, him." DJ's eyes shifted slightly, as if embarrassed. "Yeah, he's mine. Just a side tangent, really. Thought it would be funny, and let readers meet your Dominatrix side."

Apparently done, he took a long pull from his glass. To his credit, he didn't gasp or tear up. If nothing else, he knew how to handle his whiskey.

"So... that's it? That's all there is to it?" I asked, still incredulous.

"That's it. No deeper meaning. No evil intent. No hidden agenda. Just a fun weekend for you and a fun writing exercise for me."

"Weekend, you say?" I arched my brow. "You expect me to stay the whole weekend? Or are you forcing me to?"

DJ shook his head. "No, not forcing you, not at all. I'm leaving that... fluid. Up to you. You're free to leave, anytime you wish. But maybe, if you stick around, well... who knows what other stories there are yet to be told, eh?"

I downed the last of my whiskey. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Thanks for the drink. And the suite. I may or may nor stick around, but if I do, it certainly won't be to appear in another one of YOUR stories."

"Fair enough." DJ finished his drink as well. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Cozbi. I'm sure we'll meet again someday."

"Ha! I wouldn't count on it." With that I stormed off. I didn't have to turn around to know he was gone, but I did so anyway.

So, where to next? A demon never sleeps, and dawn was still several hours away. The brochure had mentioned several kink based rooms set up throughout the hotel, including a BDSM one that sounded promising. Maybe I could teach some of these amateurs the true meaning of pain and pleasure.

Or maybe I'd just wander the place, look and see if anyone else I knew might be here. After all, I was sure I couldn't be the only supernatural being to get an invitation.

Whatever the next few hours and days had in store for me, DJ was right about at least one thing: There were still plenty of adventures to be had.

Out there. Somewhere.

FINIS

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AUTHORS AFTERWARDS

I was more than a little late to the party, so when I finally heard about Freya Gersemi's idea for The Virtual Literotica Convention 2025 authors event, I was intrigued by the idea, but wasn't going to participate.

Then my good friend and fellow LE author Emily Miller asked to borrow two of my characters, Jenna and Tom, from my long running series The Jenna Arrangement for her entry into the event.

If you'd like to read her story, please check out Unconventional.

While proofreading her story, I found inspiration to write my own, and so of course I wish to thank Emily for that, as well as for letting me use her character, Amy, for providing me with detailed descriptions, and for helping me edit.

There is a real life Amy out there, a person I have never met nor spoken to. I am really only aware of her fictional character through Emily's stories. But if by chance she is reading this now, I'd like to thank her as well, and I hope she enjoyed it.

Emily is (as of this writing) currently working on a second Lit-Con 2025 story that may pick up the thread of where this left off.

While Em and I enjoy connecting our stories, do keep in mind these are not perfectly synced and weren't meant to be.

I also wish to thank Freya for coming up with the Lit-Con concept in the first place, and for allowing me to use her character Freya Prossa in a cameo.

Finally, my thanks to you, the reader. Many of you may already be familiar with my She-Demon character Cozbi, but if not and would like to read more about her, you can check out The Angels And Demons Saga, a shared universe co-created by myself and Emily. I recommend starting at The Devil And Angel Em, the story that kinda kicked it all off.

As always, your feedback and comments are most welcome.