The winged demon licked its lips, admiring its prey. The young woman looked delicious from head to toe. And the demon was eager to feast. It patiently waited for the next series of thunderclaps until finally they arrived. The loud, atmospheric discharges gave the demon just the opportunity it needed and with a closed fisted, smashed a single pane of glass in the window. Its body quickly transformed into thick smoke and ventured into the bedroom, aided by the aggravated wind. The smoke rushed under the bed to avoid detection, just in time for Megan to sit up and noticed the hole in her window.
"Fucking storm." she groaned, just barely awake to truly register the damage done.
With little care for any rain that may come, Megan covered herself with her bedsheets, heavy duvet and laid back down. Within minutes her breathing became heavy, combined with the sound of cute snores. The demon churned within its current state, amused at how quick the young woman was able to fall back asleep. The thick smoke exited from under the bed and returned to its original form.
The wind outside kicked up and entered the hole in the window. The gust created a vortex just strong enough to make scattered clothes move a little as well as ruffle the bed coverings. Megan made another noise and shuffled in the bed, causing the coverings to move. The demon waved a hand creating an invisible seal on the window, ending the ruckus. The recent disturbance caused Megan to cover herself as much as possible, save for a single bare foot sticking out from under the coverings. When everything settled, the demon looked upon the woman and decided to play with its meal.
The demon approached the bed, smiling from ear to ear. Its tail swished about until muscles along its length flexed, ending its random movements. It curled and bent until the spade-shaped tip touched the end of the mattress. It dragged against the fabric of the fitted sheet then pulled away. Then the tip approached sole of the cute bare foot, very slowly. With a quick flick against the soft flesh, the toes curled, registering the very brief tickle. The demon attacked again, lightly poking at the arch causing the toes to curl again, followed by a twitch-like kick. The demon attacked one last time, pressing the tip of its tail into Megan's sole as if leaving scripture with invisible ink. The toes wiggled, the sole scrunched, and finally gave one last twitch kick before retreating under the covers. The demon simply smiled, playing with its food.
Megan shuffled under the covers, grumbling some sort of sleep induced profanity. When she settled, she was lying face down. The demon waited long enough and seized the opportunity. With a squint of its eye, the bed coverings exploded off the mattress. Debris comprised of cotton and polyester filled the room like fallen snow. Its tail flexed hard, curling in the air and struck Megan across her bare ass. The noise was almost as loud as a gunshot. The lashing snapped the redhead out of her sleep and she screamed in pain. When she turned her gaze to the end of the bed and faced her attacker, another scream escaped her lips. One of terror.
Standing before her was a demon of feminine build, like a Barbie doll in near human form. It had breasts of perfect measurement. Beneath the breasts were a flat stomach, then hips and a rear of equal perfection. The demon's legs were soft in appearance ending with dainty feet. The body was hairless save for the top of the head, hair as black midnight. All of which was just the human appearance it provided.
From the inhuman aspect, its irises burned a bright yellow. Its flesh a slight fuchsia tone. Grown from the sides of the head were horns, curling in a half circle and ending with almost rounded tips under the earlobes. The ends of the fingers were claws, as black as the being's hair. Sprouting from its back; most likely at the shoulder blades, were a pair of leathery wings currently in a rested position. Beneath the wings was the culprit which smacked Megan's ass, the long tail seemed to move with a mind of its own. Above all else was the demon's nudity, equaling Megan's. Having taken in the entirety of the demon's physical appearance, there was only one logical thing left for Megan to do: run.
The young redhead jumped from her bed but the moment her feet touched the floor, the demon was on her. Grabbing her by the wrist, Megan was lifted from the floor and her back slammed against a wall. It wasn't painful but just enough to leave her a little jarred. Megan noticed both her and the demon were not standing but rather floating, her toes flexing in the hope of finding the ground beneath her.
The demon opened its mouth and a long, forked tongue extended outward. Its flesh continued to flow from the opening until the tip of the tongue made contact with Megan's neck and dragged from just above the collar bone and into her hairline right behind her ear. The tongue immediately retreated back into the beast's mouth. It stayed open in a yawn, revealing fangs sharp and strong enough to bite through metal. The mouth approached her face and the teeth slammed shut just in front of her cute little nose. Megan nearly fainted just from the sound, like a steel trap slamming shut on itself. She was truly staring death in the face. The demon leaned in close and inhaled through its nose along the other side of Megan's neck. And finally, it spoke.
"Mmmmmm, I can see why he chose you." The voice was just as feminine as the rest of its body. Clearly the demon was female, if anything was certain.
"I-I wasn't ch-chosen." Megan spoke as tears formed in her eyes.
Something swatted her in the face faster than she could believe. Megan saw the recoil of the demon's tail before registering she'd been struck again. Not enough to hurt but certainly get her attention.
"Clearly you weren't instructed never to lie when you were a child," the demon hissed "I can smell my brother's taint on you. It's barely there, but noticeable. He must not have visited you in some time. You poor mortal. I have to ask, was he satisfying?"
Megan trembled in the demon's grip, unable to answer promptly. Her face was struck again and she cried out as the demon's grip felt like it was crushing her wrists in frustration.
"Truth now, mortal. Was. He. Satisfying?"
Megan started to panic. She knew if she didn't give the right answer; let alone answer right away, she would be struck again. Or worse. Then she recalled the conversation from earlier that day and the words flowed from her mouth like a fountain.
"Oh my God! Luci was telling the truth! It was Luci! Luci's the one you want! Not me! She met your brother! The demon! The Incubus! Whatever you want to call him! But I swear to God it wasn't me!"
The demon's eyes shifted from predator hunting prey, to curious wonder. She leaned in close and licked Megan's sweating forehead. The taste of fear was just as genuine as the truth. The demon released Megan's wrists and she fell to the floor. Upon impact she backed herself into a corner, sitting on her bare rear and hugging her knees into her chest. The demon lowered to the floor and began to pace within the bedroom.
