Recruiting the Soul Hunter

Author's note: This fictional work contains references to forced (non-consensual) sex.

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She was the only other person in the hotel bar not wearing a Halloween costume. Of course I asked to sit beside her.

"Suit yourself," she said, giving me the once-over. "Is your costume 'sexy exhausted businessman'?" she added with a boozy flirty smile.

She was average looking, maybe a little mousy and, like me, dressed for business: a navy blazer over white button-up blouse and matching above-knee skirt. In her mid-thirties like me, I guessed.

"I am an exhausted businessman," I said, perching on the stool next to her. "I dunno about sexy. What about you?"

"The same. Exhausted and in business, I mean. Not a man."

I tried catching the attention of the harried bartender. "Well, I can see that."

She grinned wide and touched my thigh. "You never know what might be hiding under a skirt."

Her laugh was a delight. I laughed too.

She introduced herself as Jane ("but call me Janie, okay?") I introduced myself as Joel. Like me, she was doing business in the city for the week and staying at the hotel. She did something in acquisitions.

When I told her I was a corporate recruiter, she made a face. "Oh. A head hunter. I get tons of emails from you people every week."

"So do I. Well, I like to do my recruiting in person."

When the bartender brought my drink and refilled Janie's, I looked around. The bar was half-filled with costumed partiers of all ages. Some costumes were elaborate: a tiger with full face paint, a sorcerer with floor-length cape and enchanted staff, an alien with, I swear, moving antennas on his head. Other costumes were cheap pop-up store quality: sexy Pikachu, sexy nurse, witches (sexy and unsexy), superheroes, a crayon...

"I didn't expect this," I said over the growing noise. "I just wanted a quick drink before turning in."

"And not to hit on a half-drunk fellow traveler hoping for a one-night stand?"

"Well, okay. I admit I have done that once or twice. Is that why you're here, Janie?"

"Yeah. I'm hoping a sexy, tired businessman will take me back to my room and have his way with me."

She chuckled and shoved my arm. "No, I just came in for one drink. Then I started watching the crowd. Ever just sit and people watch?"

"Sometimes."

"It's fascinating. All the tangled interplays. You can see who's having a good time and who's dying to leave. Jealousies. Arguments. Ego trips. Lust. Lots and lots of lust."

I admitted I enjoyed watching people too.

As the partiers drank more, guys and some girls came up to hit on Janie. The first was a sweaty circus ringmaster in his 50s with monstrous breath. He clapped a hand on Janie's shoulder and offered to buy her a drink. She dispatched him politely and effortlessly.

Undiscouraged, to my surprise he then put his oily moves on me. Flustered and angered, I struggled to think of a stern but tactful reply. Janie leaned into his ear, whispered something and he turned on his heel and vanished into the crowd.

"Thanks," I said. "What did you tell him?"

"That you have leprosy and your dick rotted off three years ago."

She laughed again, loud and lusty. Again, I laughed too.

When I asked her to tell me more about what she did, she shushed me.

"Let's not talk shop. Let's talk about anything else."

So we discussed anything else. What we had seen of the city (neither of us had been there before), the hotel (we had both stayed many times in identical mid-tier hotels), then ventured into events in the news and even the dangerous territory of politics.

I discovered that her views were much like mine. Soon we were shaking out heads at recent stupid political moves and laughing at a recent sex scandal involving a publicly pious senior politician.

"I wonder how many politicians are in this crowd," I said. "At a costume party you can be an ass and get away with it."

Janie tipped her head towards the ringmaster who was now harassing the Cleopatra. We sipped our drinks, watching the scene play out. When he didn't take the sixth no for an answer, she wapped him across the face with her rubber asp.

We laughed and applauded politely, along with others in the crowd. The ringmaster slunk out of sight.

Janie ordered us a fresh round. She was wobbly on her stool.

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" I asked. "Maybe you need to slow down."

"I'm okay. I'm cursed with an over-efficient liver." She raised her glass. Reluctantly, I raised mine and we clinked.

The volume of the music increased, and some of the partiers made space for dancing.

Janie grinned at me with unfocused eyes. "Wanna dance?"

She tried to stand. Instead, she slid off her stool. I caught her before she hit the floor.

"Thank you, kind sir," she said, righting herself. "Seems I'm thinker than I drunk I am." She laughed at the old joke.

"Janie? It's late. Let me take you back to your room."

"Ooo... sounds like fun. Lead the way, kind and sexy sir."

~~~~

She was trashed. Putting her arm around my neck, I carried her to the elevator and up to her room.

Inside, the room was boiling. "Is your heat malfunctioning," I said.

"Want it hot. It'ssss October. Cold out there."

She staggered to the bed and collapsed across it. It's always a shame to see someone that drunk.

I took off my suit jacket and tossed it on a chair, then pulled off Janie's shoes and helped her out of her blazer. When I returned from the bathroom with a glass of water, she was sprawled across the bed, her blouse unbuttoned, revealing nice-sized boobs encased in a lacy bra. Her skirt was hitched up high enough to show enticing red panties.

"Goodnight, Janie," I said, setting the glass on the nightstand. "There's water here. You should drink it before you go to sleep for the night. It'll help with the hangover."

She opened one eye and reached for me. "Not staying? C'mon, sexy. Let's have fun." She flopped back on the bed.

As a precaution, I turned her onto her side with one arm up in the "puke position" in case she barfed. Leaving her bedside lamp on, I stepped into the hall.

I had left my suit jacket behind. Catching the door before it shut, I stepped back inside.

Janie was sitting up on the bed, looking completely sober. She had removed her blouse and bra. I was so distracted by her lovely bare breasts that it took a moment to register that she had horns.

"Oh, why did you come back?" She didn't slur one word.

"F-forgot my jacket," I said and stepped closer, scrutinizing the horns. "Are those... part of a costume? You're going back down to join the party?"

"Yeah, that's right. Now will you get out of here?"

The horns curved backward from her head, flaring out to blunt points at the ends and were ridged like those of a goat. They did not look plastic. There was no band holding them to her head.

I stepping closer still to get a better look. There was no way they were glued on.

"Are you... a demon?" I said.

Janie shot me a sour look. "Are you serious? You think demons are real?"

Pointing to her horns, I said, "Those are. So then, you're a devil?"

"I think you had too much to drink. You're imagining things."

"That's another thing," I said. "I watched you down at least three glasses of Scotch. You were hammered and now you're completely sober. How is that possible?"

She studied me for several long moments and then shrugged. "Dammit. Well, I can't let you leave now, so I can tell you. Okay, yes. I'm a demon. We're real. So are angels, if you want to know. I'm not drunk because alcohol doesn't affect us. I was planning on you raping me."

I had to process that for a moment. "Is that... do you have some kind of fetish?"

"It's my job to acquire souls," she said. "Guys who force themselves on drunk girls are fair game for an immediate ticket to hell. I was sure I had you. But noooo... you had to be one of the good ones. Except... you're not, are you?"

"What's that mean?"

"You smell of sin. I'm pretty sure you forced yourself on a drunk girl before. Tell me."

"I'm saying anything to a demon who wants to drag me to hell."

"Relax, Joel. I have to catch you in the act. If we could just snatch people off the street who had sinned in the past, the cities would be empty. You pay for those sins later. The boss wants souls now. So, tell me what you did."

"You're more than just horns, aren't you? I caught you at the start of your transformation or something."

"Yeah. I thought you were gone. It takes effort to hold a human shape. I need to relax."

"Could... could I see what you really look like? Is that allowed?"

She shook her head slowly. "Oh, you do not want to see my true form."

"Why not? I've never seen a real demon. Do any of the movies get it right?"

"We come in all shapes and sizes." She groaned. "Look, we've had a lovely chat, but now I'm going to do an incantation to make you forget everything." She shivered and moaned again. "Shit. I seriously can't hold this shape any longer. It's like trying to hold in a turd. Here..."

She thrust a pillow into my arms.

"What's this for?"

"Cover your face when you start screaming. I don't want hotel staff busting down the door thinking someone is being murdered in here."

I clutched the pillow to my chest. Janie glanced at me self-consciously before removing the rest of her clothes and throwing them on a chair. Her human body was feminine perfection: soft skin, high, round breasts, overall so enticing I began to get aroused.

With a shake of her shoulders, she transformed. Her skin darkened like a dead rat surfacing in milk, changing until she was blue-black everywhere. The light from the bedside lamp caught snaking veins of deep obsidian. Lizard-like scales corrupted her formerly flawless body in irregular patches. She flung back her head, wobbling her jaw as her canine teeth sprouted into inch-long fangs.

Flexing her fingers, claws slid from the tips, thick and curving into deadly points. She stamped her feet and claws emerged from her toes as well.

I hadn't noticed she had grown a tail until it whipped from behind her, blunt-tipped and smooth and thick as a German sausage. When she let it fall, it extending to just below her knees, the end twitching like a cat's.

Janie stretched, eyes closed, groaning and rotating her shoulders and hips. Her breasts seemed to have kept the same size and alluring shape as her human form, though dark and capped with coal-black nipples. Her body had grown more lean and muscular, with defined powerful thighs and arms.

Opening her eyes, Janie gazed at me, standing confident and imposing. She had goat pupils: horizontal and yellow with irregular edges, more disturbing and otherworldly than anything else about her 'true form'.

She cocked her head. "You're not screaming."

I shrugged. "I watch a lot of horror movies. Played lots of occult-themed video games when I was younger."

"You realize this is the last thing the sinners I collect see before they wake up in hell, right?"

"You're beautiful, Janie."

She gawped and scrunched up her nose. Stomping close, she prodded my chest with the point of one claw and scowled.

"It's an insult to call a demon beautiful. We are terrifying. Disgusting. A horrific manifestation of every nightmare and instinctual terror."

A faint whiff of wet dog, musty closet and rotten egg tickled my nostrils. Her natural scent, I guessed. It would take getting used to.

"W-well," I said, "you are impressive, Janie. Very impressive. Maybe under different circumstances..."

Janie growled and sat on the bed. "Fuck. Do I need more scales? Go with red skin instead of dark indigo? Maybe grow bat wings? No... that's way too gothic."

"You can do that? Change your true form?"

"Over time. It takes effort and will. I've only been a demon for 100 years. It took 25 years to get my horns to go the way I like them."

I sat beside her to study the horns more closely. Thick and ridged, they erupted from her hairline and curved back elegantly.

"You did a great job, Janie. Menacing and alien, but tasteful."

She smiled wide enough to reveal her fangs. "You really think so? That's exactly what I was going for. Some of the other demons tease me for them being too understated. They can be so cruel. But a lot of them go full Ankole-Watusi and have to turn sideways to walk through a doorway."

I nodded. "Feel better now? I love it at the end of the day getting out of my work clothes and just relaxing in sweatpants and an old t-shirt."

She put a clawed hand on my thigh. "You know, that's exactly what it's like. Or taking your bra off at the end of the day."

"Well, I don't know what what's like, but sometimes I strip off my underwear, too. My dick and balls against the soft fleece of the sweats feels sinful."

Her hand on my leg tightened, the claws digging in painfully. I yelped.

"Oh, sorry," she said and removed her hand. "How in hell did I read you so wrong? I've only been a full demon for a century, but I know I smell sin on you. Major rapey sin. Right now I should have you in hell, screaming in the Phlegethon."

"The what?"

"The river of boiling blood? Punishment for the sin of violence? Damn. I hate how they don't teach Dante's Inferno anymore. If you weren't such a nice guy, that's were you'd be right now, screaming for eternity as your skin sloughs away in boiling blood."

"Eww."

"Instead," Janie said, "we're sitting here discussing horn aesthetics and you going commando. I've never failed so completely. My success rate at bagging rapists was 98.41% until now."

"I'm sorry, Janie," I said, seeing her slump in dejection. "I didn't mean to ruin your stats. If... if it helps, I have sinned. Like you said."

She raised her head, a glimmer of interest in her uncanny goat eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And if you'd gone with some other angle to trap me, maybe I would have sinned again. It's just... I, uh, did force myself on a passed-out girl before."

"I knew it!" she said with a happy grin. "I smelled it right! So, what did I do wrong? What stopped you from fucking me? I wasn't desirable enough? Came on too strong? It's so hard to get that right."

"You did everything perfectly, Janie. The way you came on to me in the bar was slutty but not serious. You were a vision of temptation the way sprawled on the bed. The thing is, what I did—it was back in college—it haunts me every day. I can never forgive myself for what I did. Seeing you like made me remember. Made me feel like throwing up."

Janie studied my face. I was getting used to those strange eyes and her sharp scent.

"I sense there's more." She took my hand in both of hers. "What else happened? C'mon... you can tell me."

I couldn't meet her eyes. Clearing my throat, I said, "She... she was still in high school. Just turned 18. Met her at a party at our frat house on campus. Put the moves on her, got her plastered. Took her to my room. You know... the usual story. Except I found out she got pregnant."

Janie licked her lips. Her tongue was long and pointed. "Ooo... now we're talking. And she kept the baby, her parents kicked her out and it ruined her life?"

"Yeah," I said. "She didn't remember me and the college covered it up, of course. But I knew who she was. My family wasn't rich, but we did okay. I sort of became her anonymous benefactor. The money my parents gave me to invest or buy a car I funneled to her."

"That's not all, right?"

"Later on, I used my family's contacts to help her find work. Get into a training program. She's got a great career now. And when I started making money, I set up a trust for her... um, for our... daughter. She's 13 now, and doing great, according to my sources."

Janie nodded sagely. "You've never met her, have you?"

"No. And I never will. I do as much as I can to help them. Nothing could ever make up for what I did."

Janie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Shit. A penitent sinner and I never picked up on it. You were going to be my big catch of the night. Now I'm below quota."

"The party is probably still going on at the bar," I said. "You could find someone else."

"By now everyone's too stewed to make a fully conscious choice to do evil. The guy can't be blind drunk when they do it."

"It doesn't count as rape when they're drunk?" I said, astonished.

"Of course it does. It adds to their final tally. I'm just not allowed to eviscerate those guys and send them to hell on the spot. No, I'm staying in for the night. Maybe there's a good movie to watch."

She looked around the room for the remote.

Feeling awkward, I stood and fetched it from the desk under the TV and handed it to her.

I realized she was still naked. Her blue-black body with the horns and her swishing tail were breathtaking. Oh, but she looked so glum.

"Well, I'll leave you alone," I said. "You'll want time alone after such a disappointing night."

She looked up. "You know, a little company would be nice. I actually enjoy the company of you mortals. I bet you have a billion questions, too."

Was she trying to trap me again? "Would I be damning myself for learning about demons and hell and stuff like that?"

"No, no, no. It's not like that. We can talk. Afterwards, I have an incantation that'll make tonight seem like a fuzzy dream when you wake up tomorrow. Come sit."

She slid up to rest against the headboard and patted the bed beside her.

The room was still blistering hot. I rolled up my sleeves and undid the top button of my shirt and warily stretched out on the bed beside her.

Janie gave me an affable, fangy smile. "Thanks. I never get time to relax and just chat. It's always work work work."

"Oh. I guess demons don't get vacation."

She chuckled. "What would we do? Where would we go? Lounge under a sun umbrella on the shores of the lake of fire? Go for picnics in the wood of the suicides?"

"Can't you just come to Earth and be like a regular tourist?"

"Not allowed anymore. We cause too much trouble. If we're not on mission, we can only come if we're summoned. Like by idiots making pentagrams in their living rooms and reciting incantations they don't understand." She smiled. "Those can be fun. The screaming and begging. The dismemberment and taking them to hell for the sin of sorcery. I've only been summoned once so far. It was a real hoot."

"Uh, I see. Well it's important to find happiness in your work. You've only been a demon for a century?"

"Yeah," she said. "I still have lots to learn. I was an imp before I got promoted to demon."

"An... imp?"

"Oh, you know. A little troublemaker. A shit disturber. When you lose a sock in the dryer, an imp did that. When your kitchen drawer is jammed, guess who wedged the ladle in at the perfect angle? Done right, over time an imp can drive even the mildest person into a murderous rage."

"I see."

"I got promoted to demon for inventing self-aware shoelaces. They break only when you're rushing out the door to get to an appointment."

"Really? Ooo, that's happened to me so many times. I hate you for that."

Janie beamed. "Thank you! It was actually a collaborative project between me and three other imps. But I took the credit and got the promotion."

"Very devilish of you."

"Aww! That's so sweet of you to say."

She idly flicked through the channels on the TV. "I'd like to watch one of those horror movies. Maybe get some ideas. What are some good ones?"

"Movies with demons?" I listed a few titles. "An old one called Constantine is one of my favorites. The demons in that one are terrifying."

It was Halloween night. Horror movies were on most of the channels, but all we found were slashers. Those didn't interest Janie at all.

She flicked through more channels and paused when she came to the hotel pay-per-view porn channel. Fascinated, she watched clip after clip of couples kissing and lovingly embracing played on the screen.

"The men aren't forcing them. The women look like they enjoy it... like they want to be fucked."

"Well, of course, Janie. Wait... you've never had sex for fun? To be close to someone?"

She scowled. "Are we even talking about the same thing? Where a guy holds you down and jams his thing into you, getting off on you struggling?"

"Wow, Janie," I said. "Maybe we should watch one of those pornos. A romantic one, so you can see what lovemaking is supposed to be like."

"If a pay-per-view movie shows up on my hotel bill, the accounting department will rip my face off. Movies are fake, anyway. What am I going to learn from fake stuff?"

She looked at me oddly, a slow smile growing until her fangs gleamed in the soft light from the bedside lamp.

"You could show me," she said.

"Show you? You mean... Janie! We barely know each other."

She began caressing my arm, fingers curled to keep her claws out of the way. I shivered from the warmth of her unearthly dark skin touching mine.

"You said sometimes you meet a woman in a hotel bar have a one-night stand." She stuck out her lovely round boobs and stroked one with her free hand. "I'm a... female. We met in the bar. I like you. And I know you're attracted to me in my true form. Which, by the way, is pretty weird."

"Janie, I—"

Moving her hand from my arm to behind my neck, she drew us together into a kiss. Her lips her firm and unnaturally warm. She had a sour taste like pickle dipped in yogurt.

We parted and looked into each other's eyes.

"I want to know what it's like," she said in a low tone. "I like how you look at me. The desire in your eyes. It makes me feel all warm... here." She moved my hand to her lower tummy, just above her bare pussy. She had scales there instead of hair. They glistened like a snake's and felt like starched satin.

I brushed the back of my hand up and caressed the underside of one breast. Janie drew a breath and bit her lip, moving my hand over her firm breast, holding it there. I massaged and caressed. Her skin was thick and soft, like the texture of a kid glove or chamois.

"Janie, I don't know if that's a good idea," I said.

"Would it be better if I took my human form?" she said.

"That takes effort, right? It's no good if you can't be relaxed. Plus, I love your real look. You are one sexy demon, Janie." When she pursed her lips, I added, "absolutely terrifying, but sexy."

That seemed to please her. She yanked us together for another kiss and jammed by hand between her legs. She felt like any other woman, though feverously warm. Tentatively, I ran my fingertips over her folds, exploring. Janie sighed and parted her legs to give me better access.

"Is that okay?" I asked, trying to gauge her reaction to my caresses. I could not believe what I was doing.

Janie seemed to have trouble finding her voice and simply nodded eagerly. "More," she croaked. "Touch me more. Don't be gentle."

With a firmer touch I explored further and probed two fingers at her entrance. Janie bucked her hips and grunted. I pressed my thumb beside her clit and nudged it sideways, making her gasp.

She yanked my shirt open, sending the buttons flying and tearing the fabric. "Get naked and fuck me. Now."

"Wow, slow down, Janie we're just getting star—"

With a feral growl, she ripped the remains of my shirt away and effortless used her claws to slice apart my pants and underwear. Left only in my socks, Janie pushed me down on the bed, her chest heaving and eyes blazing, preparing to mount me.

"Slow down, Janie," I said as she straddled me. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right. We have all night."

"Now!" she growled, fumbling to line my half-hard cock up with her opening.

I squirmed, trying to get out from under her. "You haven't even come yet. Let me make you come first."

She paused and looked at me askance. "Men do that. I'm not a man."

"Janie, have you never had an orgasm?"

She looked at me like I'd asked if she had ever been to Mars.

"Can I show you?" I said. "Can I try?"

I guided her off me to lay on her back and got on top of her. We kissed and I ran my hands over her steamy hot body, then slid lower to take one of her magnificent breasts in my mouth.

She stroked my head. "Oh! Oh, that's nice. That's... mmm... really nice."

While I suckled, I stroked and massaged her other breast. Despite the leathery texture of her skin, she was very sensitive to touch. When I switched breasts, her hips were lifting and grinding against me.

Sliding lower, I kissed, nibbled and licked down her tummy, even kissing the irregular patches of scales and the scales where her pubic would have been. Pushing her legs wide, I settled my face above her dark pussy. Janie was looking down, chest heaving and lips parted.

I took one tentative lick through her velvet folds and across her clit. Janie's brow furrowed and her mouth fell open as she gasped.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, putting a hand on the back of my head. "Do that again."

I did it again, letting my tongue slide deeper. She had that coppery musk taste of most women but stronger, more savage. She bucked and mashed my face into her, her strong legs lifting as she planted her heels on my upper back.

Janie was so beautifully responsive as I teased and explored, groaning and gasping, rolling her hips and petting my head. I swirled two fingers around her slick opening, making her buck hard then slowly fucked them into her, moving in and out, going deeper and deeper while I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue.

"What are you doing to me?" she groaned. "I've never... it's so... more! Whatever you're doing, do more!"

Did demons have a g-spot? After many minutes of building her up, I curled my fingers inside her, pressing and seeking that magic spot. Janie gurgled, drew a deep breath and frozen. Her clenching passage clenched so strongly I worried my fingers would snap.

Lifting my eyes, I watched her glorious orgasm, her mouth wide, eyes scrunched tight, her lips drawn back from her fangs in a fearsome display of uninhibited rapture. Her claws dug into the back of my skull, holding me in place as she rode out her very first orgasm.

Her body relaxed. She let out her breath and blinked open her eyes, looking down with a dazed expression. Gently, I guided her hands from behind my head.

Janie inspected the blood tinting the tips of her claws. "Oops. Did I hurt you?"

"I'm okay," I said, rubbing the back of my head and inspecting the streaks of blood on my palm. "Just a few, uh, love punctures. I'll heal."

She stroked my cheek, shiny from her juices. "I've never felt anything like that. Why did you do that to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you get out of putting your face down there? Does it make you come, too?"

"It turns me on a lot, Janie. Making the other person come is very satisfying. Very special."

"But you don't come. That's weird. Are you ready to fuck me now?"

"Do you want me to?"

With a low growl, she hooked her hands under my armpits and yanked me up on top of her, bending her legs as I settled between them. My hard cock nudging her entrance and she wriggled, her warm opening caressing the head.

Janie put both hands on my ass trying to force me into her. I resisted, pushing in then retreating and pushing in deeper, her growing expression of lust and need. Her skin was feverishly warm, and inside she was a tight silken inferno gripping and releasing as I entered her.

Fully sheathed within her, I kissed her and looked into her eyes. She rolled her hips, stirring me within her. Instinctively, I pressed deeper and Janie gave a soft moan.

"You're not fucking me," she said.

"I just like this feeling. Being in you. Feeling you. Being connected. Does it feel good for you, too?"

Her brows knitted. "I... I think so. This is so weird."

"What is?"

"Hundreds of men have forced themselves on me. When they think I'm wasted. Every one of them starts jack hammering me right away. You're the first man to just... be gentle. Stay inside. Kiss me. Ask how I am. Like you care."

"I do care, Janie. I like you. It's no good doing this if you're not enjoying it too."

She growled low in her throat and caressed my back. "You need to start fucking me now. Right. Fucking. Now."

I was more than ready. Janie's eyes opened wider the further I withdrew from her impossibly hot, tight body, then grew lidded while her mouth drooped open as I pushed back in. At first, I did it slow enough to feel the luxurious cling and release of her cunt opening to each penetration, slowly gaining speed and force, fucking the sweet demon faster.

Janie hooked her legs around me, pushing back and rolling her hips at every stroke.

"Yes... more... more..." she breathed between her moans and half-growled sighs. She racked my back with her claws—lightly at first, then with enough force to leave scratched seeping blood as passion overcame her.

I didn't care. Passion overcame me too. I could not believe I was fucking a demon and how good it was. The texture of her passage as it accepted and released my cock, her heat, her strange inhuman scent, her feral passion—all of it drove my need for her higher and higher.

Something thick and smooth tickled the back of my leg, then smoothed across my ass and half-way up my back. Her tail. Janie was caressing me with her tail as I fucked her. The sensation as it wandered over my body was like another person was with us.

Janie kissed me, hugging me tight with arms and legs and I felt her tail probing at my asshole, a peculiar sensation that sent wild jolts all through me. My pace faltered when it pushed into with an insistent wriggling pressure. Janie growled, urging me with her hands to keep fucking her.

The surreal dual sensations of thrusting into Janie while she fucked me with the blunt end of her tail had me gasping and crying out. Janie looking at me with an evil grin.

"Is that okay?" she said, her tail probing into me each time I withdrew from her body. "I've always wanted to try it."

I could barely speak from the jolts of odd sensation firing through me. "It-it's okay. Weird. Janie, I'm going to come."

Her grin widened then faded as she worked her body against mine with more force. Our bodies had become slick with sweat, and she writhed beneath me, her breasts sliding back and forth across my chest, her hips angling so my cock entered her at different angles each time.

She shoved her tail deeper and began flicking it around inside. I came instantly, erupting into her with painfully powerful jet after jet. Searing bliss clouded my vision, blotting out every thought except the need to jam deep into my lover and fill her completely.

Somewhere among the haze I heard Janie cry out and crush me to her. Warm satisfaction elevated my bliss knowing the demon was experiencing the second orgasm of her existence.

~~~~

We lay in each others arms, caressing and basking in the after effects of our coupling. When Janie discovered the claw marks on my back, she gasped and had me lay on my front while she waved her hands over me, mumbling an incantation. In a few moments, the scratches were healed.

Cuddled together again, Janie said, "Now I know why mortals spend so much time having sex. And thinking about sex. Sinning because of sex."

I asked Janie what hell was like. She revealed that she didn't spend much time there. Most of her time was being on mission, catching rapists.

"That's good," I said. "it must be a very depressing place."

"Oh, but it's not. Everyone there committed some kind sin. Most of them most than one and the worst sins."

"It bugs me that God locks sinners in a private torture chamber forever. The punishment really exceeds the crime, don't you think?"

"It's only forever if they want it to be. There is a way out of hell, you know. Dante got that wrong." She licked her lips and speared me with a hungry look. "Are you ready to fuck me again?"

I laughed. "So soon?"

She pouted. "Don't you want to? Wasn't I any good?"

"You were incredible, Janie. It was wonderful. Though to be honest, I'm not too sure about the tail action."

"Oh. Well, I can do other things with my tail. Choke you. Tickle your balls. We can experiment."

I laughed and kissed her.

~~~~

Our next round was more playful and relaxed. She wanted to be on top, A position she really enjoyed, coming twice. She then wanted me to take her from behind, getting on her hands and knees and wagging her ass at me in invitation. We finished in the missionary position, And like she said she used her tail to tickle my balls just before I came inside her.

I went to cuddle her, but she pushed me away and stood, grinning down at me with her hands on her hips.

Propping myself up on my elbow, I said, "Is anything wrong, Janie?"

In a booming voice, she said, "Sinner, you have willingly fornicated with a demon of hell. Twice. You have committed the sins of sexual immorality and involvement with demonic forces. Therefore, by the power of my master in hell, I hereby—"

I held up a hand. "What the hell, Janie? I thought you liked what we did. Now you're going drag me to hell?"

Beaming with pride, she said, "I told you my success rate was near 100%. Since I didn't get you with my drunken girl routine, I got you this way." She lowered her voice and leaned closer. "And, uh, between you and me, what we did was incredible. You're a sweet guy and a really good lay." She stood straight and boomed "But that is immaterial. You've committed grievous sins of your own free will."

I sighed and stood. When I unfurled my wings, Janie's mouth dropped open and she took a step back. They weren't physical wings, of course, but ethereal angel wings are wings, nonetheless.

"Okay, Janie," I said, "Since you're going to be that way, I have to tell you that you have fornicated willingly with a celestial being. A servant of heaven."

"T-that.. that's not a sin!" she cried. "And I didn't know! You did know about me!"

"It's not a sin, but your superiors down below aren't gonna like it. I hear demons who get it on with angels get sent for remedial education for a few centuries."

Janie gasped. "Reform school? Do you have any idea what they do to demons there?"

"I heard it makes the river of boiling blood seem like a hot tub. Maybe you'll get lucky and just be sentenced to dissolution."

"That's not fair! I just made demon a century ago. They're already short-handed. They wouldn't—"

Holding up my hand again, I said, "Have you ever thought being a demon just isn't for you? That maybe it's not as great as you thought it would be?"

"You think they'll demote me back to imp? I hated being an imp. If I have to spend any more decades stealing socks and misplacing car keys, I'll go insane."

"No, Janie. I'm saying maybe you should look for a career in the other direction. We're always looking for entities who are diligent and innovative. Like you."

Her face fell. "Oh, right. You're a recruiter. That kind of recruiter."

I shrugged. "It's a living. You have potential, Janie. The trick you pull in the bars can work the other way, too. You could save those tempted by sin."

Janie looked ill. "I need to sit down."

I guided her to sit with me on the edge of the bed. An angel and a demon holding hands in a hotel room.

Janie sat beside me, thinking and weighing the alternatives. I had gone through this with young demons so many times. I learned it was best to stay quiet. Don't push. Don't make promises. They had to choose to move to the light on their own.

After some time, Janie took a deep breath and blew it out in one long exhale.

She patted my hand. "Is there sex on the other side?"

"Lots. No one is denied one of the greatest joys of existence."

"Is it anything like what we did tonight?"

"As long as it's consensual and loving," I said, "it can be any way you like."

"Do I get to keep my tail? I really like my tail."

"No, Janie."

"Shit. Do I have to decide this right now?"

"You can sleep on it. You have until dawn."

Janie looked at me with an expression of equal hope and despair. "Could I sleep on it... with you?"

I grinned and squeezed her hand. "I was hoping you'd ask. I'd love that."

We embraced and kissed.

Slipping into bed, I held her from behind, kissing and nibbling her scale-covered neck while she held my hands to her breasts. If she did choose the light, which I was certain she would, I would miss her demonic form.

"Mmmm," she said. "I love this. I love you holding me. Not as much as fucking, but this is really nice."

"Janie?" I said, nibbling her earlobe. "Since you might lose your tail, if you want to use it on me like you did the first time, that would be okay."

She turned in my arms. "You said you didn't like it!"

"I said I wasn't sure. You liked doing it. So, I'm willing to try it again."

Janie smiled and kissed me. "Oh, Joel. You are such an angel!"