This is my entry for the Halloween 2023 Contest
A short
Angels & Demons
story
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I didn't like this. I didn't like this one little bit. Why had I let Lily talk me into this? I guess I was pretty bad at saying 'no' to her about anything. Fuck! What had happened to me? I frowned into the full-length mirror.
"Don't make such a horrible face, Emma. You'll make the mirror crack. I think you look adorable."
Lily put her arms around me from behind and kissed my neck, adding: "We'll make an angel of you yet, sweetie."
I grunted. Much less convinced. I wasn't sure that white went with my complexion. The 'wings', care of Amazon, looked ridiculous to me. As for the tinsel halo, it wouldn't sit level.
"Stop hogging the mirror, Em. Let me take a look at myself."
I stepped to the side, glad to no longer have to see myself. Lily adjusted her costume, smiling broadly. There was very little that wiped a smile from her face.
And, of course, she was carrying it off better than me. Even given our close to identical physiques, Lily's scarlet, latex catsuit still seemed to hug her figure much more closely than my white one. The darker color of my nipples also showed prominently through the pale material, whereas my girlfriend's were masked by the red. Lily's crimson, sparkly eyeshadow rocked. And even her horned hairband at least sat straight on her head. But the trident? What self-respecting demon ever had a trident? Tridents were for fish folk.
And Lily didn't have crappy wings to contend with. Apparently, according to Jeff Bezos's minions, demons didn't have wings. Fucking demonist prejudice I called it. They didn't have tails either, so much for verisimilitude. I liked my tail. Lily was rather fond of it too.
"Cheer up, Little Miss Miserable! Does this help?"
Lily grabbed my ass and pulled me to her, her soft lips pressed to mine, her fingers squeezing my flesh.
I grudgingly acknowledged that it did help a little.
"And, Emma, there is a zipper in the crotch of these suits, remember? I'm not wearing panties, and I'm pretty sure you aren't either."
I was never sure if all angels were like this, perhaps secretly, or whether I had just fallen for a particularly kinky one. Either way, fingers soon found metal sliders, pulled on them, and then moved inside to find more organic openings.
Later, as we headed out onto the street, a little flushed, and newly zipped up, I licked my fingers. There really was nothing that came close to the taste of Lily.
The wings and halo were already in the trash, along with Lily's trident.
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I was not entirely certain what Lily wanted to do. Knocking on people's doors and saying 'trick or treat' didn't seem that appropriate for beings, like us, who were countless hundreds of years old.
Lily had said, "We can just walk around, looking at the decorations, and checking out people's costumes. It will be fun."
My idea of fun was more along the lines of torturing those who richly deserved it. That or what the two of us had been engaged in just before we left the house. Mmm... my fingers still tasted good. Then Lily found most things fun. She'd watch paint dry and giggle while she did. Opposites attract as the saying goes. I hoped we made a good partnership, despite -- or maybe because of -- our manifold differences.
Still, I wasn't sure what we were meant to see. It was late and the kiddies had mostly been taken home to gorge on candy. Looking around, the street seemed to be mostly populated by eighteen plus girls in micro-dresses with plunging necklines; it seemed they were generally adorned in the most cursory manner with bandages or fangs. Not that I objected to the skin on display per se, it just made me feel a little self-conscious. I wasn't exactly well-endowed in the chest area, not for a demon-girl anyways. And the thin white material meant my modest rosebuds were visible to anyone who cared to look. Shit! A modest demon? What next? A slutty angel? Oh wait...
Then I saw him.
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I'm not sure if it was the top hat, or the green face that I noticed first. But it wasn't the cheesy costume that had me look twice. Supernatural entities tend to be good at recognizing each other. This was, for sure, a vampire in a silly costume. I nudged Lily and she nodded, immediately getting my meaning.
We wandered over to where he was standing, in the shadows of course; I guess it's a habit.
I tend to be quite direct. "Hi bloodsucker, what are you meant to be?"
He smiled in mutual recognition, oversized canines flashing. "A ghoul, I believe, I'm not sure that green is my color though. Have you two just dressed as fake versions of yourselves, or what? Not very inventive, surely."
I don't normally go for vampires, too narcissistic for my tastes. But this one seemed to at least have a sense of humor. Not just your quotidian brooding asshole. And anyway, I had my motor running from earlier with Lily. I could do with having a nice long drive.
I went for the jugular, it seemed appropriate given the company. "So we both really need to get laid. Do you know anywhere?"
The vampire smiled, "I know the perfect spot."
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"A crypt? A fucking crypt? Do you have a long cape you'd like to put on too?" It had been obvious what location was on his mind since we had each vaulted over the graveyard gates. But why miss out on an opportunity to give a vampire a hard time?
"It's traditional, my dear. Indulge me."
Lily chimed in helpfully, "would you like us to call you Vlad as well?"
"No, call me, 'Angel', angel, and I want to drink your blood."
Oh Christ, a fanboy! They are the worst. Still I was desperate to be penetrated. Any cock in a storm, right?
Lily, looked confused. "So your name is Angel Angel? Like Major Major, or Humbert Humbert?"
"No, you are the... Oh, fuck it! My name is Eugene, OK? And don't you dare giggle."