This was to be my April Fool's story, but I ran out of time. Then I discovered, that I like Fyre and would like to write more about her.
Please leave feedback, and know that it is much appreciated.
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Hell: March 23rd: Fyrelova
The wind was blowing steadily off the water. The fresh sea air, the sun, the chilled drink, and the paperback left her feeling drowsy. She was utterly relaxed, having nothing she needed to do and nowhere she needed to be. This was her second daiquiri, and though it was impossible for her to get drunk, she still felt pleasantly buzzed.
She set her rum drink on the table and laid back in the hammock. She closed her eyes and thought about how much she was enjoying her new life. She had retired young, she was only 542, young for a succubus. Hell had not wanted her to go, but she had fulfilled her contract and resigned from active duty. Now she would have endless days on the beach.
She could change her body, to look like anything she wanted, and had done so throughout the years. In retirement, she found her natural form the best. Long blond hair, blue eyes, lean and muscular; all combined to make her look like the Viking captive she had been so long ago.
She had been sent to hell for liking sex. Even now, the stupid Christain religion made her mad! Men got to have all the sex they wanted, and if it was good for men, it should be good for women!
However, she was an excellent little demon, who followed all the rules, once she got to hell. She liked her job as a succubus and worked hard at it. She had tried to ensure her victims were deserving of their fate, and she slept easily at night. (The fate being - to have their souls depleted and sent to hell, in return for years of pleasure. Harsh, I know!)
This particular island was popular with the families of Hell, so she was wearing her string bikini bottoms. The bow was tied on each side of her hip, with a grand swooping knot.
Her large firm breasts, exposed to the chilly sea wind were erect. Her nipples were small and pink, each pierced by a silver ring. There was a ring through her clit, and more then anything she found the metal cold and annoying.
Fyrelova turned on her side, hugged her pillow and closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep.
The summoning jerked her awake! It had been years since she had last seen the neon, flashing red sign. "COME NOW!" It blinked over and over again, filling her sight, driving all other thoughts out of her mind. It was hellish!
She growled in frustration! This wasn't supposed to happen to her! Damn it! She had no choice, she made a complicated motion with her hands, and blinked out of existence.
The hammock squeaked in the wind long after she left, and her light scent lingered.
She teleported herself, into the operations room, of the third level of Hell, North American region. The room was hot and reeked of sulfur. A frown crossed her angelic face; she had promised herself she would never return here.
There was a line of demons, waiting to speak with a clerk. The demons were nude and impossibly beautiful, and she could tell they were objects of lust. They were meant to be sent out in the world, to tempt mortals. These were her fellow Incubi and Succubi.
She got in line. Her foot started to tap, and her jaw hurt from clenching her teeth. She looked around, but nothing had changed since she had been here last. The walls were still bare, save for a few Justin Bieber posters, someone's idea of a joke. The cold gray concrete floor didn't even have rugs, and there was no place to sit.
There were was only one locker room. It didn't make much sense, to have two, for sex demons that could literally be any sex, they wished. It was a nasty, gross, disgusting place, and Fyre had absolutely refused to shower there when working.
Finally, it was her turn. "Name?" The hair on the clerk was standing up, and his glasses were smudged and dirty. He had a sweater vest on, and judging by the grease holding his hair up, had not showered in some time.
"Fyrelova." The disdain was evident in her tone. "I'm retired. I don't have to go out on missions anymore."
He looked up at her, in surprise. "One moment please." He bent to his keyboard and started typing with one finger. Hell used Apple products, they liked to think of themselves as cool.
She cocked her hip and rolled her eyes. "There's been some sort of mistake!"
"Sorry, Luv. There is a clause in your contract, that says we can call you back if we don't have enough Succubi."
"What?" She exclaimed. "That can't be right."
"I'd be happy to show it to you?" He offered.
"Give me that!" She growled and yanked the contract out of his hands.
"Page 49, paragraph 5, sub-section 3." He informed her in a bored tone.
If at any point and time, we are short of demons, you agree to be called back to work. You will respond to the summoning within one hour. Failure to recruit at least one soul will result in the termination of your retirement and eternal damnation.
"OOOHHHH!" She stomped her foot in frustration! She failed to notice the resulting cracks in the floor.
"Wait a minute!" She glared. "Who gets to decide, when you need me?"
"Next paragraph."
It was right there in black and white. The demon lords could call her back anytime there was a shortage. She didn't trust them one bit, but the line had been long...
"Fine! I'll go. But those humans better watch out! I'm not happy." She crossed her arms and glared.
The clerk looked up and smiled. It didn't look like he had brushed his teeth, in a good long time. "Door 342, sweet cheeks."
She turned and walked away. She was dressed, the very same way she had been on the beach and wished she was wearing more than the tiny thong.
If Hell was anything, it was a stickler for rules, and the rules said you had to respond to a summoning in the same clothes you were wearing when summoned.
A bright young succubus had ruined it for all of them, by responding as a dragon. The summoners had died of fright, with their souls intact. The demon promptly ate the bodies, and there had been, well, Hell to pay. Hell didn't like losing.
So, she was scowling and topless when she went through the door, and disappeared.
"Next!" She heard the clerk cry.
Part 2: Same day: basement: Fyrelova, Josie, Steve, Oscar
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"Sweet!" The kid high-fived his friend, when she popped into existence.
"It worked! It actually worked!" His buddy was grinning from ear to ear. He was literally jumping up and down, like a little kid.
"Would you look at her! She's perfect, in every way!" They circled the pentagram where she was trapped.
She knew she looked good. Her legs were long and lean. She kept her cunny neatly trimmed, in the Viking symbol of love. She had it upside down, so it looked like an arrow pointing to her intimate parts. Her stomach was flat, there hadn't been any extra food, in her time. Her breasts were large, but not uncomfortably so.
Hell had mandated the rings that pierced both her nipples and her labia. It had something to do with making things easier for the bondage and discipline lovers. Her face was smooth, her blue eyes were bright, and her hair was up in a twist. Hell allowed you to change your hair however you wanted, and she always wore it up, so it was easier to clean when she was summoned.
One of the boys reached out a hand, to caresses her ass. She smiled to herself and turned and growled at him. He jerked back in fright, tripped over his own feet and landed in the lap of a girl that was sitting on the ground.
"You do that, and you break the circle, you break the circle, and I am free, if I am free, while then I get to do what I want..." She waggled her eyebrows at the boys and smiled showing all of her teeth.
What she wanted was to have sex with them so she could claim their souls, but they didn't need to know that. Hell would literally damn her, if she hurt them, as Hell wanted more people summoning demons.
"I can't believe how sexy you are." The woman on the ground stood and moved closer to Freylova. The woman was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, with some sort of logo on it, jeans, and white socks with a hole in the big toe. She had painted her toenail purple.
"I'm Josie. This is Steve, and that's Oscar." She pointed to the other two boys. Steve had a hat on backward and was built. He had broad shoulders, a deep chest, and was tall. Fyrelova smiled. He would be fun to fuck.
Oscar was small, his skin was brown, his hair black, and he wore wire-rimmed glasses. Freylova waved at him and smiled. He turned to see if there was anyone behind him.
"Can we be friends?" Josie held her hand out to Fyrelova as if she wanted to shake.
Josie had brown mousey hair that fell in curls all around her face and down her back. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and her skin was pale and white. She had large chunky glasses on, that did nothing for her face.
The demon smiled. This was going to be fun. She broke the plane of the pentagram, and plucked the glasses off of Josie's face, and threw them across the dark room. Then she wrapped both her arms around Josie's head and kissed her.
It was a tentative kiss, Josie was unsure of what she was doing, and even more uncertain if she should be kissing the demon. The demon, on the other hand, was lite up like a Christmas tree.
It was fun kissing females, and Josie had loads of Karma. Josie had soo much Karma that her soul was strong enough to feed the Fyre for years.
The boys both had hard cocks, and they wanted a piece of the action but were afraid. The demon had broken the barrier, restraining her. They backed up to the wall and watched. Steve pulled his dick and stroked himself. While Oscar appeared to be taking notes.
All of a sudden, Josie kissed her back and used lots of tongues! Fyrelova grinned and stepped out of the pentagram. Josie grabbed the Demon's ass and squeezed, with both hands.
They were locked together in a clinch, and Fyre's nipples rubbed against the rough sweatshirt that Josie was wearing. It never took much to get her aroused, and she could feel liquid trickling down her leg.
"You're so beautiful," Josie said and stepped back. She took the string bikini with her.
Fyrelova smiled and closed her eyes.
Josie lifted a hand and started to play with a nipple. She leaned in and sucked the other one into her mouth. "I wish I was like you."
Josie dropped her hand so she could explore the piercing in Fyre's labia. "I love this design. It's so sexy." She ran her fingers over Fyrelova's pussy hair.
"Let's see what you look like, love." The demon pulled Josie's sweatshirt off, taking Josie's t-shirt with it. Josie was wearing a gray sport's bra.
The demon smiled at her and then used a little magic to lengthen a nail. She used the nail to cut the straps on the sports bra.
