Deamology: Lies and ra-pe

Note : This story is completely fictional!

 I sat near the back of the class, looking at my teacher. Miss. Okinawa was young for a collage professor, only twenty nine. Her hair was tied back in a professional bun, two chopsticks jammed through it, and her face was...nice. Not quite beautiful and not quite ugly, she was plain.

The woman standing next to her was as far from plain as was possible. Not that anyone else could see her...

I had summoned Lyn a week ago, mostly out of curiosity, partially out of revenge. She was a deamonette, one of the 'lesser' daemons that lived in the underworld. Daemons, imps, faeries and the like are useful, mostly because of the magic they bring to the world, and for their own innate abilities. Not that Lyn's abilities were the most useful to me now, being the causing of sores and boils on a target of my choice.

However the summoning hadn't gone quite as I planned. Lyn had escaped, and to my surprise, had decided to possess me instead of sucking my brains out. So now she was in my head, visible only to me. She could interact with the world around her, picking up rocks and hurling them at people for one. Her voice was only audible to me, and we were capitalizing on that for todays test.

Lyn sauntered past the rows of desks, glancing at each of the students. She stopped by my dorm mate, Liz, and ran her finger along Liz's shoulder. Liz jumped, looking around. She looked right through Lyn, who continued to walk towards me, her tail swishing. Lyn stopped by my desk, kneeling next to it, her quills poofing out slightly.

Lyn, if you took away the quills, claws and tails, looked like a unearthly beautiful woman. Oh and take her blue hair while you're at it. Her face was perfect, tanned slightly, her hair long and drooping past her perfectly formed breasts. Her pubic area had a small tuft, semi-neatly trimmed. Her back was covered with long quills that she apparently controlled, and a tail that she definitely controlled. The tail slipped over my back, sliding under my shirt and caressing my skin. It was a hot weight on my shoulders, one that made my cock jump in my pants.

Lyn leaned over the desk, pressing her lips against my ears. I shifted.

“I can tell you the answers” She murmured, “but...I need the magic word”

“Please” I whispered, not wanting to be seen talking to the air.

“What was that?” Lyn cocked her head, smiling faintly.

“Please” I said slightly louder. The woman sitting in front of me turned around, a confused expression on her face. I looked at her as if she were crazy and she turned around.

“Because you asked so nicely” Lyn murmured, “A, B, C, C, D, A, C...”

Later I stepped into my dorm room, grumbling to myself. Liz was no where to be seen, as she had classes late into the night. She had recently switched one, her old Demonology class to her new Literature and the Arts class...the one I was in. Liz would show up later, as she still took other classes late at night. But at least I saw her, as compared to before.

I lay down on my bed. Then Lyn was crawling over me, her hair brushing my face and chest as she smiled at me.

“So” She murmured, “Want to have some fun?”

I sighed, “Lyn...Liz will be back any moment”

“You still haven't asked her out” Lyn said, “If you want, you could have some...fun, and I could blank her mind afterwards”

“No!” I scooted back and sat up, staring at Lyn. She arched her back to continue look at me, “Why not?”

“Because-”

“She won't remember. Its better than waiting for her to open her legs for her. We deamons don't fuck around with that stuff...just take what you want”

'Thats why you are deamons” I said.

“Let me at least have some fun” Lyn said, crawling down to my crotch. She sniffed deep, smelling my cock. It was hard, despite my words, and she soon unzipped my pants and taking my shaft with her hands. Her claws never once harmed me, but her hands themselves were burning hot. I hissed as she took my cock into her mouth, her lips and tongue having millennia of experience to get really really really good at this.

I gasped, seeing stars. I was about to come, Lyn moving away and pumping my cock with her hand. She loved to have my cum dribbling on her tits, don't ask me why. I wondered what that would look like to someone who couldn't see Lyn...

She moved away, taking her hands away. I grabbed my cock, needing to finish this. Lyn squeezed her tits together, mouth opened above my cock. I came, grunting.

And the door burst open, Liz walking into the room.

“Damn I had a long day” she said, shucking her backpack off. She looked at me. Cum was dribbling down my hands, Lyn vanishing from my view as well.

“Uh” I covered myself, blushing red. Liz stared, closing her mouth as she looked at me.

“Oh I'm sorry” I gasped, sitting up and trying to push my cock into my pants. Liz shook her head, “Its okay” She said, “No really, its fine”

“Well” I said, zipping my pants, acutely aware that my cock was making a tent of my pants “Uh...I'll use the bathroom next time-”

“No, I mean, you don't need to change your...because of me” Liz said, blushing.

“I should wash up” I said, looking at her. That just made my cock harder, straining against my pants. Liz was not the same unearthly beautiful as Lyn, but her face was cute, her breasts petite and firm, her hair black and tied back in a pony tail. A bit of a tattoo was visible on her chest, a winding line that branched and branched again, vanishing under the shirt.

“Let me” Liz said.

“What?” I asked. Liz took my hand, pulling out a washrag and whipping my fingers down.

“Uh...thanks” I said, blushing redder still. Her hands felt soft, her skin smooth. Liz took the washrag away. I knew that my cock still dripped precum, staining the inside of my pants. But there was no way Liz would clean that...though my mind started to imagine what she would do if she was 'cleaning it'.

“Well” I said, the embarrassment in the room almost solid, “I have to go” I walked out the room.

“That went well” Lyn's voice whispered in my mind, “Why don't we watch...I think it might be enlightening”

“Watch what?” I murmured.

“Just do it” Lyn hissed. I moved to the door, opening it a crack. Liz was looking at the washrag, which had some of my cum on it. She looked over her shoulder and I moved back slightly. She didn't see me, turning back to the washrag. Then she licked it. I gaped. Liz's tongue moved up the washrag, slowly. She took the washrag away from her lips and reached into her mouth, pulling out a bit of thread that was in her mouth.

Liz sighed, throwing the washrag away. Then she got onto her bed, pulling her pants down. Her ass glinted in the air, her panties sopping wet between her legs. She must be really horny...her fingers started to probe her body, slipping under her panties and rubbing. I turned away, my cock almost leaping out of my pants. I closed the door softly and walked away. She...who was she fantasizing about...

“Don't be thick” Lyn murmured, “Who else was she fantasizing about? You should have gone into that room and taken her. Liz would have thanked you”

I walked into the dorm's public bathroom and washed my hands, remembering the feel of Liz's hands on my own. Then I walked into a stall, glad the place was empty. I locked the door and turned around. Lyn was reclining on the toilet, her quills poofed out slightly, her tail swishing. I dropped my pants, ready to blow some steam-

“No, no no” Lyn murmured, “You can't fuck me...not yet”

“Oh come on!” I moaned, taking my cock in hand and starting to pump. Or at least trying to, seeing as how my hand refused to move.

“I have to teach you how to fuck a woman. A real one, not just a little old deamonette that wants to screw at the drop of a hat. Lets start with Liz. You can screw her tonight, if you are...strong”

“But” I started.

“Come on” Lyn stood, her tail swishing, “Just walk up to her and say what you feel. I'll give some advice” She grabbed my hand and opened the stall door, leading me out of the bathroom. She dragged my down the hall, towards Liz's room.

I cracked the door open slightly. Liz's back was arching as she pumped her cunt with a dildo, her mouth stuffed with a ball gag.

“Oh...she's got some toys too” Lyn murmured, “Knock on the door...if she hasn't orgasmed yet, she'll be tensed and wound up like a watch”

I knocked on the door. I heard a muffled gasp, then the sounds of feet padding back and forth.

“One second” Liz gasped, stuffing the ball gag under the bed, “One second!”

The door opened and a disheveled Liz leaned against the door frame, smiling at me.

“Hi Daniel” Liz said.

“Hi Liz” I said, stepping into the room, “I just...came...to say” I stammered.

“To say that I've started” Lyn murmured.

“To say that...I've started to have...feelings for you” I stammered, “I mean you're beautiful, very much so and-”

Liz broke me off with a kiss, her tongue pushing into my lips.

“See how easy that was?” Lyn murmured.

I placed my hands on Liz's shoulders, pushing her to the ground. She unzipped my pants, my cock springing into the open air. She opened her mouth, panting slightly, and took my cock in her mouth. She was no were near as experience as Lyn, but she attacked with an eagerness that the deamonette had lost over the centuries of life.

Liz let my cock slide out of her mouth, running her lips along the side, then kissing the pubic hair above my penis, teasing the hair out with her lips. She started to fondle my balls, rubbing them gently.

“Compliment her. She's doing well...for a human” Lyn murmured.

“Right” I said, aloud, “I mean...god damn that feels good”

Liz looked up and smiled at me, her teeth flashing. Then she started to devour me with renknewed vigor, sucking my cock faster and faster, sliding it deeper and deeper into her throat.

“Shit” I gasped, “I'm...I'm about to-”

Liz simply redoubled her efforts, pumping my cock with her hand as she licked it, looking at me with her mouth open, waiting for my cum. I grunted, semen spraying onto her face and into her waiting mouth. Liz smiled, her eyes closed. She looked fucking hot, her cheeks and forehead splattered with cum, her mouth filled with it. Well not filled...it had some in it, thats what mattered.

Liz opened her eyes, swallowing as she did so. She stood, undoing the buttons on her shirt. I noticed before that she had a tattoo on her chest, and I wondered what...it...looked...

Holy crap. Tribal tattoos sprawled over Liz's chest, only stopped by her bra, and ran down her stomach to a place covered by her pants. Then, as her pants dropped about her ankles, I saw they ended right about her groin, winding around the dripping furnace between her legs. Liz turned around, walking towards the bed as she undid her bra. I followed, pulling my shirt, staring at her well formed ass...which also had tattoos reaching around from the front.

Liz lay on the bed, spreading her legs, waiting for me. I moved onto her.

“Take me” She breathed.

My cock was already rock hard once more, poised above Liz. I placed my hands on her wrists, pinning her to the bed. I thrust into her sopping wet pussy, feeling it squirm about my cock. She was fucking tight, I gasped. Liz moaned, straining her arms against mine. I kissed her neck, nipping the skin slightly. Liz gasped as I started to pound her, my nipples rubbing against her tits.