Mina walked around the demon and headed into the kitchen. She poured himself a drink. Rum, a brand that had a strong sugary taste, but had a little burn. This brand of rum was practically the only alcohol Mina drank, being that alcohol tended to lower her inhibitions. A recipe for disaster being that it would only take her one night to feed on the entire building in a few hours if she lost control of herself. The blowback of doing such a thing would bring a world of unwanted attention focused on her. Especially if someone saw a demon and survived. Children being the obvious one being that unless you were eighteen, demons were not allowed to feed upon or kill unless they observed certain rituals and laws.
The drink went down smoothly, and she poured another. The second one was the last one she would have, but it made her feel relaxed, if not just for a minute. As the heat spread in her body and relaxed it, the pangs of desire began to manifest themselves in her. Like the unending hunger of a black hole, Mina's need for sex seemed unquenchable. Times it was diminished, but never gone.
She moved back to the living and saw that her summoned demon was standing in the middle of the burnt circle. Noting to herself that the place would be fixed by the time she journeyed back into the room, Mina went into her bedroom, closing the door and headed for a shower. Within a half-hour, she was laying in bed and resting. It was weird that a demon needed sleep, but then again, Mina suspected her demonic body wasn't complete yet.
Sleep overtook consciousness welcomely fast. Dreams were rife with visions of shadows and sex. She found it annoying that these dreams often affected her when she awoke. Often, she spent an hour after waking masturbating almost non-stop. The chore never worked and when she got to work, it became a day of balancing work and keeping her sexual desires in check until she could feed. Currently, her dreams involved a mass of tentacles coming out of a bulb like apparatus and it was going great until a ringing started. Mina awoke to her phone going off.
"Mmmh-Hello," she said.
"Mina?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Hey, you're on call. Time to come in. Two of your patients woke."
The line clicked, and Mina let the phone clatter to the floor. The day had started off terrible. Not only had her dreams left her again unable to find satisfaction, but she had to also suffer no relief before work. On top of that, she had just an hour to get to work. All that was needed was a cold shower, which helped a little, but each step seemed to reestablish her horniness. The demoness practically flew out of her front door and headed to the bus stop after dressing ignoring the little demon sleeping on the couch.
Mina hated using public transportation because the close quarters on the bus left no doubt that her panties would barely contain her pheromones. Only once the mistake of not having something prepared for sopping wet panties happened, and that was during the first days of her nursing practica. How embarrassing it was that a circle of wetness grew bigger in her scrubs, and there was no way to hide the amount of pheromones that leaked out. To say the least, everyone in the school had talked the next day about the amazing sex they had that night. She had learned to keep zip lock bags and sets of panties in her purse.
The whole incident had forced her to go to a gynecologist, who had been helpful about the entire thing, but had joked about her condition. A lot of women would pay for what she had, but the condition was a problem, especially in maintaining a professional appearance. The doctor diagnosed her with hyperbarthoninia syndrome. To say the least, it was something that existed because of her demonic body's constant need for stimulation.
Sitting on the bus, Mina was glad for having found a seat to herself. There were only three stops before she would be close enough to the hospital to walk to it. The entire trip would take almost a half hour and so the journey, like it was every morning to the hospital, became an effort to keep her hands tucked underneath her ass. The bumps in the road never did help her in the endeavor and by the time it was her stop, Mina was almost sure she had begun to seep through the fabric of her panties. It took everything not to make a mad run to the hospital. A public display would be enough to call unwanted attention to her. Especially when she was passing the construction along the way to her destination.
The hospital parking lot had no empty spaces. Sun was barely up, and the place was in full swing with visitors, residents and bustling workers. Every person she passed smelled delicious, no matter the age, no matter the sickness, no matter the gender. Mina was barely able to make it into one of the private nurse restrooms before something dire happened. Inside, Mina was spread eagle on a toilet trying to relieve some of the pressure in her body. It worked, but it ate up all the rest of the time she had to get to work. Packing up quickly, new panties on, Mina left the restroom reeking of cinnamon. The pheromones would linger for hours, but the demoness had little choice in the matter. It wouldn't be the first time she had relieved tension in the hospital and only once in the years she had been working there had anyone stumbled upon where she had been pleasuring herself. That man was Norm, and after confronting her, the man had quickly become a lover. It sucked he had been on vacation for two weeks, and so she wasn't able to use him for relief.
She headed up to her designated working area and clocked into work. It was time for her rounds, and she needed to see the two patients who had to awaken in the night. She guessed one was Alex, being that she had healed him the night before during her attempt at feeding on him. The other one, Mina couldn't guess. Sometimes the ones in ICU in commas awoke before dying or being transferred. Her second awakened patient was probably going to be some old guy, so Mina went to the one she knew, Alex. Nurse Betsy greeted her outside his room door.
"About time Mina, you better get in there. Dr. Archbold isn't happy," Betsy said.
She smiled, which infuriated Mina. The bitch was always trying to get to her. The demoness couldn't blame her, though. In the hospital, Mina was about the hottest thing that had ever graced the place. Every man and just about every woman drooled over Mina in some lustful way, though Mina was sure that description was better as anyone.
"I'm sure it's over incompetence before beauty," Mina said and then she went in. If the door could slam shut, she was sure the other nurse would have. The demoness walked into seeing the doctor examining Alex.
"Nurse Mina, its great that you are here," Archbold said, "Alex, this is Mina. She will be your nurse for the rest of your time here in ICU. If everything checks out, you'll be moved to a recovery room by tonight."
"Hey that's awesome news," Mina said as she went about checking all of the readouts from the various machines that monitored the patient. The doctor continued his conversation with questions about health before getting up and leaving. He said goodbye to both of them and told Mina he would be checking on the other patient and to come by when she finished. Alone in the room with Alex, Mina wrapped up her duties.
"It's you isn't it?" He said in a hushed tone.
Mina stopped to look at him. He remembered the encounter much to her dismay.
"Yes," she said.
"You look different."
"Its part of the gigue."
"What are you?"
"An angel and I'll stay that way if you keep your mouth shut about all of this," she said looking back at her charts and notating final points about her patient.
"Thank you."
The words were a surprise. There was a sincerity in them that took Mina aback.
"Please, don't ever mention it. Don't even speak of it."
"I won't. Least I can do but can I ask one more question."
"What?"
"Why?"
"You were lucky."
At that statement, Mina concluded her work and left the room. She hoped it would be the last time that she ever ran across Alex again. Her other patient's location at the other end of the wing and Merci Hospital was a place that supported an enormous amount of space. So much so, that it muffled screams emanating from the other side of the wing. As Mina made her way down to the room, Doctor Archbold whisked by her with a terrified look on his face.
"See if you can calm him," he shouted back at her before heading to what she assumed would be to get drugs for the patient. The other nurses, including Betsy, were standing outside the door all looking scared. Mina walked up and pulled the record out of the door to look it over. There was a break in the commotion in the room, and Mina heard the monotone of the death alamr for another patient. She looked at Betsy.
"Someone died, I'll take care of this," she said.
Rose, a small petite Latina woman immediately took off and the rest of the nurses followed. Mina went back looking at the chart of the patient. His name was Dean, and he had been brought in for an attempted suicide. The man was expected to live, but was put in ICU for intensive care for his injuries and needed close watching in case of a repeat performance. Putting the record back in its bin, Mina walked into the room.
Dean was thrashing in the hospital bed and screaming. He didn't even see Mina enter the room.The demoness just walked in and began to talk.
"I think that's enough, don't you?"
