Demonology Ch 02

"I'm Jane, and these are my two guests. Iskaroth okayed it." The tanned redhead had on a green minidress that barely covered her ass and had a neckline that nearly reached her belly button.

The big bouncer checked the list. He was human, but as tall as a demon, and stocky. No one was going to mess with him. He had to scan the list twice before he found the entry. "Alissa and Kyle?" he said at last.

"Yes," said Alissa. "That's right."

"Says I should let you in if Alissa is dressed properly," the bouncer said.

How Alissa was to dress had been a point of contention between her and Jane. Kyle had taken Jane's side, so Jane had won, and Alissa was in her sexiest dress, which she had hardly ever worn. It was an inch or two longer than Jane's, and the top resembled a bustier, pushing her C-cups up and putting them on display. She wore three-inch heels, refusing to buy anything higher just for one night. Alissa thought she was daring, even scandalous, but the bouncer was looking her over doubtfully.

"I dunno," she said.

"What if she takes off her panties?" Jane said.

"What?!" asked Alissa.

But the bouncer just nodded. "If they can tell they are off." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a scissors. "Make a slit up the side."

"But this cost -"

"Alissa, you never wear it," said Jane. "And where else are you going to wear it?"

But while they were arguing, Kyle took hold of the scissors. He had bought it for her, so she supposed he thought he had a right to cut it up. He slit it all the way to her waist, and looked like he was considering going higher.

"Off with the panties," Jane said. "It's that or go home, and you don't want to go home after all this, now do you?"

Alissa sighed. At least she no longer had to hike the skirt up to get to the waistband. She used the gap Kyle had created to hook it, and then pulled it down. Behind her, people whistled. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Or that I let you two talk me into it. And no matter what you say, I'm not fucking a demon. I'm just here to watch, and see what goes on."

The bouncer chuckled. "I've heard that one before," he said, and opened the black doors to Inferno.

They walked in, Jane in the lead, Kyle in the rear. At first glance it looked like any other club - a big dance floor slightly off center, tables all around it, a bar. Fifty people had already arrived, and they were dancing. Some were wallflowers; some sat at tables, some stood and chatted. Maybe fifteen of them were demons, ten men, five women. All but a few of the human guests were female, of all races and body types, but all sexily dressed. Some side rooms were roped off with velvet ropes.

"I could use a drink," Alissa said, and headed toward the bar.

The waitress behind the counter was a blonde of college age. She wore a white t-shirt that might have been a size too small over her buxom breasts, and clearly no bra. She smiled at Alissa. "First time?"

"Yes," Alissa said. "Does it show?"

"The first timers usually head straight for the bar for some liquid courage. The second time they know what they want and don't bother with the alcohol. What's your poison?"

"Whiskey sour," Alissa replied, vaguely annoyed that this girl ten years younger than her could read her so well.

"Coming up. How about you?" The blonde looked at Kyle.

"I'm good for now. I'm the designated driver."

The blonde giggled. "Of course you are," she said, and turned her attention to making the drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kyle asked, not to the blonde.

Jane just smiled, and then something behind Kyle caught her attention.

The woman striding toward them wore a tight black leather corset, a very short leather skirt, and thigh high boots with five inch heels. She had white horns, long blue-black hair, bright red skin, and a three foot long tail. She was all curves, and her narrow, corseted waist only exaggerated the effect. To Alissa's surprise, the demoness put her hand around Kyle's waist.

"You must be Kyle," she said.

"Uh, yeah?" Kyle looked at his wife, as if to see if she was alright with the demoness being so close to him. He was an inch or two shorter than the tall, red woman.

"I'm Lythandra," the demoness said, speaking mostly to Alissa. And then to Kyle: "I'll show you where the human men sit."

"I'd like to stay with my wife," Kyle said.

Lythandra stroked his face with long red fingers. "Would you, really? Don't you think you'd be in the way?"

"He's not in the way," said Alissa quickly.

Lythandra whispered something in Kyle's ear, and Kyle took a quick sharp breath and nodded. Her hand slid down his neck, her thumb stretching out to half encircle it, but her touch was gentle.

"Since the answer is yes, why don't you just come with me," Lythandra said.

"Go ahead, Kyle," said Jane. "You'll be in good hands."

"I have very good hands, don't I, Kyle?" Lythandra purred.

Again, Kyle mutely nodded. His gaze fixed on Lythandra's large, upthrust breasts.

"We're um, married," Alissa said, because it seemed pertinent, somehow. Lythandra was, by almost any standard, gorgeous. They had come to Inferno in part because Alissa and Kyle hadn't been having much sex lately, and Jane had suggested that Inferno was a place where Alissa could get some. Kyle ended up being so turned on by the idea they'd had more sex in the past week than they'd had in the previous six months, so problem solved, as far as Alissa was concerned. But now she had to follow through, or she suspected things would go right back to the old normal. She thought she might dance with one of the demons, get Kyle all wound up, and then take him home. A demoness getting handsy with her husband had not been on the agenda.

"Congratulations," Lythandra said with seeming sincerity, although she didn't stop stroking Kyle absently. "I couldn't help but notice that your husband has pitched a tent."

Alissa took a moment to understand what Lythandra meant, so the demoness helped her with a meaningful glance. "Oh!" Alissa said.

"Should I return him to you like that?" Lythandra asked. "At the end of the evening?"

"Yes," Alissa said, thinking that she wanted Kyle hard so he could do his husbandly duty, and only belatedly realizing that she had by implication agreed to him being taken away.

Lythandra chuckled, and steered Kyle away. Kyle didn't resist. With each sway of Lythandra's hips, her tail swished back and forth, raising her skirt and dropping it, so that the globes of her red ass winked in and out of view.

Alissa realized that at some point, her drink had been placed in front of her, and she took a sip. "Uh, my husband has the charge card, there's really no place with this outfit..." she said.

"On the house," said the bartender. "This place isn't about making money."

"Oh." She looked at Jane. "It seemed like Kyle was in a daze."

"Well," Jane said. "Objectively speaking, that woman is gorgeous."

"Who wants to be objective?" Alissa replied with annoyance.

"Really," said Jane, "If you were a weak human man with an erection, and those tits were in your face, you'd go wherever they took you, too."

"Kyle's not weak," Alissa said.

"I was being redundant," Jane said.

"All men are weak?"

Jane shook her head. "All humans. Compared to them." She nodded across the room, where several demons and demonesses danced with human women to a deep, primal beat. A lot of the women wore very open tops, and the demons casually slipped their hands inside to cup naked breasts while they danced. Tails slipped up short skirts. For a long moment Alissa forgot all about Kyle as she watched the lascivious action on the dance floor.

"They say the touch of their skin is an aphrodisiac," Jane said. "I think I believe it. Kyle was so turned on."

"She's controlling him with pheromones?"

Jane shook her head. "No. When we get turned on, is that control? We're still responsible for what we do, even when we're horny."

Horny. Demon's horns. Alissa sipped again, feeling the warmth of the whiskey as it slid down her throat.

Across the room, a tall demon gestured to them. Was it Iskaroth? Honestly, Alissa had a hard time telling them apart - well, the demonesses were easy to tell from the males, but other than that they all looked alike. The men were all very tall, six foot six or so, broad chested, muscular, with blue-black hair and bright red skin. This one wore a shirt open so wide you could see some of his six-pack, and tight trousers with a substantial bulge in front. Jane took Alissa's hand. "He wants to talk to us."

"Well, he can come here and do it, can't he?"

"He wants me to bring you."

Alissa didn't budge.

"Alissa, I'm going. If you want to come with, I can introduce you." Jane let go of Alissa and walked away. Alissa hesitated, and then looked for Kyle. The demoness - or another one, who could tell? - was in a corner, with several guys, including Kyle. Just talking, though, as far as Jane could see. Alissa had been starting to feel brave, with two companions and a drink in hand. Now she didn't want to be alone. She did want to be introduced, she just hated the idea of being summoned.

Didn't one summon demons? But that was a myth, apparently, unless someone had summoned a whole slew of them. They'd appeared all at once, all over the globe, and had been entirely peaceful - except when attacked. No new ones had appeared since.

She got up and followed Jane. "I'll be damned if I hurry up for them, though," she said to the bartender.

"Interesting choice of words," the bartender said. "I'd watch your language around them."

"I didn't mean it that way," Alissa said, more to herself than anyone, since the bartender was no longer withing range.

Jane was waiting for Alissa. "Baaltezaar, this is Alissa," she said.

"Just call me Baal. A beautiful woman," Baaltezaar said with a broad smile. His gaze swept her frankly from head to toe.

Alissa couldn't help but notice the demon's fine, chiseled jaw, his aristocratic nose, his high cheekbones, and his piercing green eyes. If his skin hadn't been red, he'd have been one of the handsomest men she'd ever met. Maybe he was anyway.

"Uh, hi," she said.

"Would you two care to dance?" Baal asked.

"We would," Jane said, drowning out Alissa's "Oh, no thank -"

"Excellent," said the demon. He moved between them, and put a hand around Jane's waist, and another around Alissa's, letting his long fingers rest on the stretch of bare hip created by the new slit in her dress.

Alissa shivered. Their touch was an aphrodisiac, Jane had said. She couldn't deny she felt a little frisky. If objectively speaking the demoness had been gorgeous, Baal was beyond handsome. What would it hurt to dance? Kyle would probably like watching her, if he wasn't too transfixed looking at Lythandra's tits, although she couldn't persuade herself that her motives were altruistic.

On the dance floor, the demon handled the task of dancing with two women at once surprisingly well. If he was left or right hand dominant, Alissa couldn't tell. When he used two hands to guide Jane, his tail led Alissa into place, and vice-versa. And each time his hand came to rest on her bare shoulder, or on her hip, she felt another shiver of anticipation. There was something animalistic about dancing with him, something that felt right on a basic level defying rationality.

Jane, she noticed, was far more abandoned. When given a chance, she rubbed her body against Ball, thrusting her breasts forward or wrapping her legs around one of his. Her hand slipped inside his shirt to touch his muscular chest.

Baal's hand slid easily between the slit on Alissa's dress, until his fingers reached the curve of her ass.

I ought to stop him, thought Alissa, but she really didn't want to. In a moment of resolve, she put her hand on his wrist, but she didn't pull his hand away. She hesitated, and then realized the effect of hesitation was as if she were holding his hand in place, willing him to keep groping. She quickly let him go.

Jane took Baal's hand and guided it to her chest. Her plunging neckline gave him easy access, and she moaned as he dipped under it and squeezed a bare breast.

Baal's other hand left Alissa's hip, and she thought he was about to turn his full attention to Jane. Alissa didn't want that, and yet there was something scary about how aroused she'd gotten. She didn't know that she could trust herself. She started to take a step backward, but Baal's tail replaced his hand, encircling her ass beneath the dress and pulling him toward her. He put his hand on the back of her shoulder and pushed her towards him. He bent to kiss her.

Her lips automatically responded to his kiss, and then she moved her head quickly back.

He smiled, looking straight at her. His hand hadn't left Jane's boobs, but the rest of him focused totally on Alissa. She wanted his attention, and it scared her. And if that tail kept wrapping further around her, she knew it would find her very wet. "You want this," he said.

"Maybe," she admitted. "But I'm married."

"Her husband is watching," Jane said. "He's turned on by the idea of you with her. He wants to see you fuck her."

"Hmm," Baal said, moving his hand up to her head, and kissing her again. This time she couldn't move her head back, or she pretended she couldn't. His grip was actually very light. She could have kept her lips closed, and she didn't. She let his tongue inside, and it felt like no other tongue she'd ever frenched - longer, more dexterous. She couldn't help but imagine it on her clit and was positive it would feel divine. Well, maybe not divine, exactly, not heavenly, but utterly sinful and decadent.

"Forked tongues are the best, aren't they?" Jane said. "In your mouth, or elsewhere."

She couldn't argue. It was the best kiss she'd ever had. Well, except for the "you may kiss the bride" kiss, of course. Kyle had surprised her by being particularly enthusiastic with that one. She sighed. No, kissing Baal was still better than that, even if it shouldn't be.

"Enjoy her, my Lord," Jane said, and moved Baal's hand from her breasts to Alissa's.

Baal barely seemed to notice Jane slip away. He let Alissa come up for air, eventually. "We can stop at any time," he told her. His tail wrapped all the way around her, the tip of it snaking across her hips, sliding toward her pussy. She couldn't deny that it felt good, or that she liked her hand on her tits, or on her back. She wanted another kiss. She wanted him to ravish her. But she held back, trying to think with a clear mind. Kyle had made it pretty clear he didn't mind what she did - well, as long as she was doing it with a demon. She couldn't really claim she couldn't because she was

married.

The only reason not to was if she didn't want to, and she wanted to feel everything Baal had to offer. Was his touch really an aphrodisiac? She'd never been so turned on in her life, not even on her wedding night, but maybe it was just the placebo effect, and she felt horny because of the power of suggestion.

She wanted it to be true. She wanted to believe his touch drove her so mad with lust she'd do anything. Once she'd do

anything

, she hoped she'd do

everything

. But she wasn't quite there yet, and she looked to see where Jane had gotten to, where her husband was, all the while feeling the tail get closer to her pussy with agonizing slowness.

She guessed she had twenty seconds or so before it touched her clit, and she wasn't at all sure she wouldn't cum on the spot if it did, although making her cum had never been easy.

Jane was halfway across the room. She didn't spot Kyle before taking in other sights. The dancing had gotten out of control. A redhead was twerking on a male demon. Three women, one white, one East Asian, and one Black, were on their knees, their dresses pulled down to bare their breasts, taking turns licking the foot long cock of a demon. A zaftig brunette was naked, held effortlessly off the ground by her demon lover as he impaled her with his thrusting member. An Indian woman was on all fours, her ass filled with the tail of the demon who was getting a three-girl blowjob, her mouth around the cock of another demon. Two blondes were sliding their breasts up and down that demon's legs and raining kisses on him.

Part of Alissa thought she should decide what she would and would not do before she did anything. Another part wanted to have no limits at all.

"Alissa?" the demon asked, just as his tail reached her pussy.

"Yes!" she said, meaning it to be a "Yes?" But it had come out as eager assent rather than a mere prompt for further conversation. The tail touched her clit, and her knees buckled. The only safe place to be was closer to the ground; she'd never been able to keep her balance standing up and having an orgasm at the same time. So she went to her knees as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, even though that pulled her away from his delightful tail. For a moment, she lost track of the world; when she regained alertness, she saw the bulge in his pants right in front of her.

Perhaps misunderstanding her reasons for going to her knees, he unzipped and pushed down his pants. His cock was huge, both thick and long even when only half-hard. He'd just made her cum, and it seemed rude to not reciprocate, even if she hadn't been curious as to what such a thing would feel like in her mouth. She lifted the heavy cock and pointed it at her mouth. She kissed the head, tasting the saltiness of it. She licked, wanting a further taste, and then slid her lips over the tip. It twitched and responded to her attention. Wanting to make him all the way hard, she took as much of him in as she could. It wasn't more than half, so she tried again, but it didn't get easier the harder and thicker he got.

She didn't give up. Her world shrunk to one thing - his magnificent cock. It hit the back of her throat, and she tried to swallow to take more of it. She gagged, and had to pull back, only to try again. She'd always enjoyed sucking cock, partly because of the feeling of power it gave her, but this time it was a challenge that she simply didn't want to surrender to. The more she sucked, the more aroused she got, until she started imagining what it would be like to have that cock stretching her pussy. It would bang her cervix, for sure, and that would hurt, but she loved it when men took control and pulled her hair and were so mad with lust they didn't care, because she knew she had driven them mad.

Now she was the mad one. A blowjob might be a good show for Kyle, but fucking would be cheating, plain and simple. They'd never discussed it, quite - Kyle seemed turned on by the idea of her doing whatever, but he'd never explicitly given her the green light. He and she had both figured he'd be there, approving step by step, or disapproving if need be, not sitting a hundred or more feet away.

"Doesn't it feel good?" Jane's voice, nearby, made her way to her through the slurping and gagging sounds she was making. "We were made to serve them, I think. As they were made to be served." Alissa looked up to see Jane kiss Baal.

She wanted to argue, but she didn't want to take the cock out of her mouth. The fantasy was strong. It excited her to think this was all entirely natural, inevitable, that she would let Baal - any of the demons - do whatever they wanted, because they deserved to make use of her body.

Jane knelt beside her. "You want to take in all of him, don't you?"

She wanted it, but it was impossible. So she just kept bobbing on the big red cock as best she could, teasing her gag reflex and pulling back only at the last minute.

"Here," said Jane, "I'll help." Just when Alissa was about to pull back, Jane pushed on the back of her head. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, and she panicked while Jane held her down. But she got more of Baal's cock in than ever, and could feel him start to swell. He was going to cum. She wanted that so bad, she tried to hang on, even if she might pass out.