Chapter 1: INCARNATIONS
Rachel shook her head: "No, I just don't want to! Why won't you just drop it?"
Mike shook his head, annoyed. It was a fight they had had many times before. He didn't see what the big deal was! He had a fantasy, and she refused to give him the pleasure of acting it out. For many years he had fantasized about playing with Rachel's breasts. He wanted to tie her hands behind her back and be allowed to play with her tits for a couple minutes. He wasn't going to hurt her or anything! He just got an incredible thrill out of the sensitivity and vulnerability of naked female breasts. He wanted to be free to molest Rachel's breasts, to paw them, to "feel her up" with concern for her feelings. It's not like he wanted to do that all the time! He just wanted to do it once! But she would never let him.
"Come on, honey," he pressed. "It'll just be for a minute. I'll give you head afterwards, I promise."
"No, Mike. It makes me feel gross and I don't want to do it. Just drop it, okay?"
Mike pouted, and soon the tension had become nonsexual. They drifted apart, Rachel reading and Mike using the computer. Soon they had a fight over something stupid, and Mike decided not to sleep over. He went back to his place. They were both in their late twenties and working office jobs. Both of them had intense sexual desires, but very often those desires just seemed incompatible. He was a man, she was a woman. She wanted him to go slowly and take care of her gently. He wanted rough sex, he wanted to play out rape fantasies. They fought often.
That night, Rachel and Mike lay awake in their separate apartments. He was mad. He masturbated to a fantasy of tying Rachel's hands behind her back and rudely molesting her tits. She was begging him to stop and saying that she felt violated, but he just continued to enjoy playing with her soft, sensitive, beautiful, naked woman's breasts. He imagined sucking and fondling her nipples until she moaned. Finally he imagined grabbing her boobs roughly, pulling her nipples up sharply as he ejaculated in her face. Meanwhile, Rachel was similarly angry. In her fantasy, Mike was begging to be allowed to serve her. He had no needs or desires of his own, but was like a servant waiting on a princess. She imagined him caressing her gently, all over her body, and after about fifteen minutes of that, he finally began to tenderly lick her clit until she came to orgasm. After cumming, each of them slept fitfully and had strange dreams, twisting up the sheets in their mutual frustration at the tragic mismatch of sexual energies between them.
Neither of them was aware that it happened to be a very special night. In fact, very few people in the world were aware that March 12, 2009, happened to be an extremely uncommon moment in the world of demons and angels. This date was marked as special on a bizarre pre-colonial calendar that was inscribed in a cave in Kerala, India, but only a few people had ever seen that calendar, and no one had ever successfully decoded it. While the world waited for something to happen in the year 2012, said to be the 'end of the world' according to Mayan prophecy, something far stranger was at play on this particular night.
Once every 327,000 years, the Council of Male Sexual Demons and the Council of Female Sexual Demons were convened in the heavens. The stars were aligned, and the two councils met together to decide how they would stage the Demonic Battle of the Sexes. Each time the councils met, they each chose a married or dating couple to represent the sexes in combat. These avatars would battle each other sexually, in public, and the winner would usher in a year of dominance for the sex he or she represented.
This year, the councils chose Rachel and Mike.
The Council of Male Sexual Demons was convened. It was an incredibly powerful group of nine naked men. The men were of all shapes and colors, but all beautiful, and all with constant-raging dicks. These dicks were never flaccid. They were constantly raging and full of desire, but they never got to fuck anyone. They were not allowed to fuck mortals, and no demon woman would allow themselves to be fucked, so the male demons walked around angry and lustful at all times. For thousands of years they would look down and watch naked mortal women on earth. As powerful demons, they could be invisibly present anywhere they wanted in the world. In a woman's bathroom as she showered, a naked male demon would be invisibly standing, drooling and moaning lustfully. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and take her, to suck those tits and most of all to fuck that fucking hole. But it was impossible. There could be no contact between demons and mortals. So the demon would simply watch as the woman lathered herself up. He would put his face close and stare as she soaped and cleaned her vulva. If she masturbated in the shower, so much the better. He would time his ejaculation to match hers. Then she would get dressed and leave the bathroom, and the demon would disappear, partly satisfied but mostly frustrated.