Tricks and Treats of a Sex Demoness
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Author's notes:
This is a work of fiction, and a human wrote it. All characters are over 18 years of age. Copyright 2023, all rights reserved. I am writing this as a fun creative outlet for myself. I thank my editor IJSO904 for extensive guidance. Please let me know with a rating and comments if you want to read more of my work. Thanks for reading it.
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It's November 3rd, a few days past Halloween, my favorite holiday. I've been busy. I'm full and content, having feasted for days now. So, I feel like sharing. Not my food, though. I would never do that. It's against my nature. I'll generously share a sexy story and some wisdom instead. You can think of this as my belated Halloween treat.
Much of what you know about human nature is wrong. Or at least severely misguided. To show you an example, I'll share a bit of my life story from the last few months. If that sounds boring, and you prefer to bail and go hypnotize yourself with a porn video, I don't really give a shit. If you are that kind of person, I don't think you would believe me anyway. If you do find my offer intriguing, I hope you enjoy my story. Let me introduce myself, and then I'll jump right in.
These days, I call myself Leslie. I've been around quite a while and have gone by other names, but let's stick with Leslie. I routinely feast for days on end, but you wouldn't know it by looking at me. I'm deceptively strong, lithe, and gorgeous. Not jaw-dropping gorgeous because that would draw to much attention. But I am a definite ten. My body stays exactly the way I want it because I can change my outward appearance somewhat to suit my mood. That's one of my superpowers, but it takes energy, life energy, to be exact. The same energy that courses through your veins and creates your very cells. Some call it joie de vivre, chi, or prana. What I consume is not biological energy but that mystery force that creates and sustains life itself. That's what I feast on. You see, I'm not human, so I don't eat like you. I'm a sex demoness. I have the power to exert influence over humans. My curse is that I am unable to give or be in Love. That is a big one, otherwise, I'm not so bad. And I'm really enjoying myself in human female form. I'm full, content and in a good mood, so if you can suspend your disbelief for a while, I'll gift you a story, and a truth. I think you will find the story hot. As for the truth, I find it interesting that you won't hear much about it from your institutions of higher learning, or your church for that matter. But I do hope you find it worth pondering.
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Last January, Vegas hosted the Adult Entertainment Expo at the same time as the Consumer Electronics Show. This made for a hunting ground I couldn't resist. I just showed up, dressed like one of those product marketing models, and waited for the right guys to come to me. I looked for guys who seemed like they would have stamina, and they couldn't just be big talkers. A group of three was ideal. I waited for the right double-take as I strutted my stuff. I didn't hesitate to say hello. I smiled and easily started a brief conversation. My pheromones slowed any cognitive thoughts and overwhelmed my prey with primal lust. I insisted I was not an escort. I would say something like I was just here evaluating a new business market or some bullshit. They seldom really cared about that anyway. But they would definitely be interested in my companionship for dinner or drinks later. I would get their contact info and leave them my card with my phone number before moving on to set a few more traps. That way, I could choose from among the most intriguing possibilities.
For that night's seduction, I focused in on a group of three men in their late twenties who seemed to get along very well amongst themselves. I met them for early cocktails. I wore my blond hair straight with bangs. The back flowed down just past my shoulders. My dress was white, low cut, lacy and short. It was slim at the waist and pleated to show off my petite torso. The thin material let my sheer lacy bra show through. The ensemble showed off my small but very pointy breasts and hinted at protruding nipples. I wore pink open toe stilettos that showed off my proportionally long and well-defined legs. Provocative but innocent at the same time. None of them could stop staring. I pretended not to notice, yet casually batted my long dark eyelashes and flipped my hair. The air became thick with my sweetly perfumed scent. My scent captured their senses and ensured they were each mesmerized and focused on me. They were trying to decide who among them might get lucky. The conversation quickly became suggestive. I coyly let slip that I wanted a gang bang. That created a moment of silence while their eyes bulged wide open. Then, they each squirmed and adjusted their pants a bit. I asked with a blush, "Could you guys maybe indulge my fantasy while I am here in Vegas?"
A few minutes later I was leading them into my suite. I paused just inside and after the door was closed, gave each one a welcome kiss. My kiss was like a roofie for them. It lowered their inhibitions and affected their short term memories, just a little. Before they could get grabby, I pranced away to my bedside table across the room. Such a tease. I returned with a little blister pack of pills. I insisted they each got a big dose of Cialis. I didn't really care if they got a headache later. I knew I could fuck, suck and feast on their life energy with each orgasm they had. Of course, I would have as many intense orgasms as I could, too. That was always just part of the fun.