SBAT Chapter 10

Steph grunts softly as she repositions. She’s worried about Selina, but that brings intrusive thoughts about the hot demon and whatever amazing demonic 50 Shades stuff Selina is doing. In fairness, that is very Selina.

What about Constantine? Where is he? What’s he doing?

“OK, I admit that it wasn’t my plan in the beginning,” Demi says, sounding almost apologetic. “But I can’t ignore how horned up you are over there. It’s pretty cute. Want to fool around? Since we have all this time to kill?”

“Aren’t you married?”

“Steph, I used to be a succubus. Demon marriages are very chill.”

“That’s such a weird sentence.”

There’s plenty of jiggle as Demi shrugs. “You get used to it. Well, even if you say no, I don’t have to die of heatstroke.” She pops her bra and Steph’s heart skips a beat as Demi’s red boobs burst free.

Steph tries to rally. “I have a dick now, but I’m still not a teenage boy. It’ll take more than boobies.”

“I can get on the table and dance.”

“Won’t work.”

“I’m really good at it.”

Steph laughs. “Sure, hun.”

Less than five minutes later, Steph’s chair squeaks pitifully. A sweaty, disheveled Demi is in her lap. She’s tighter and hotter than any human girl, and it’s all Steph can do to stay conscious and keep from whimpering.

“Yeah. Yes,” Demi pants in Steph’s face. “Kiss me.”

Steph does her best, and a long, forked tongue invades her mouth. Something deep in her clenches. The boiling heat threatens to overwhelm her.

“Grab my ass,” Demi gasps, caressing Steph’s face as she rolls her hips. “Slap it.”

Steph does so, and Demi’s whipping tail knocks the empty soda cans off the desk. There’s no room in here.

“Touch my tail. Pull it. Yes,” Demi grunts, shoving her boobs in Steph’s face. With a handful of tail and a fat nipple in her mouth, Steph tugs and sucks.

When it’s over, they cling together, sweat and fluids mingling. Even after the last quiver of some other body parts, the pointy tail keeps twitching.

“Mmm. Heavenly.” Demi plants a big kiss on Steph’s lips, then climbs off while Steph simply sags in the chair. She crawls back over the desk, giving Steph an overwhelming view of everything. Steph’s load drips down Demi’s thighs and hangs from her in thick strings. Then she’s on the other side of the desk.

Steph arduously stuffs her dick back into her costume and zips up.

“Wow,” she says.

“Highlight of my day,” Demi replies, grabbing a tissue and wiping between her legs. “Hey, look. Twelve percent.”

“Nice,” Steph says faintly.

“Here.” Demi gets a bottle of water from the fridge and hands it over. Nude, she plops back in her chair and puts her feet up. “Mmm. Much better.”

“Your job doesn’t seem too bad.”

“Humans don’t wander in most days.”

“I guess.” Steph tries to straighten up and regain some dignity. Curling up on the floor and going to sleep will not project strength. “So, so if I believe you, and you aren’t the bad guys, but you still **** people—I’m confused. And you don’t want to whip people and burn them?”

“What would it accomplish?”

“I don’t know.”

“OK, so look. If I had your soul, for example, and I needed to make sure that you would do as you were told—you know, to submit to the authority of the boss. That’s what it’s all about, right?” Demi shrugs.

“Sure?”

“I’m not going to whip you. You’re a hero. You’re tough. You don’t scare easy. You’re out there taking risks to help people. Even if you’re doing it for your own ego, the ego is still a powerful ****, and whipping people doesn’t help with that.” Demi gazes warmly across the table. “Handling pain is probably easy for you.”

“Sure,” Steph says, hoping that comes out sounding convincing.

“For you, I’d look at helplessness. Maybe I change things around a little. Your childhood. Maybe I give you some health problems and I make your mother desperately poor. Maybe I make you watch how she struggles and suffers trying to do the right thing for you. How she probably has to demean herself. I can show you her despair. True desperation, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Steph swallows, blinking rapidly. Demi’s still naked, but any thought of sex is gone. Now there’s only dread.

Demi touches her chin with a fingertip, frowning thoughtfully. “Or we can spin that a lot of ways. Maybe I give your baby back and make you the one who has to struggle. You thought caring for a baby would be hard? Maybe I give you some PTSD and a **** habit and make you homeless, and then you can try it. Or maybe I do none of that. Maybe I put you with your friends. Barbara. Bruce. Dick. Tim. And you’re the team to end all teams. The best in the galaxy. High stakes. You’re out there doing your thing, swinging around, kicking people, saving the world, you make a mistake. Maybe one of them dies, or maybe not. Maybe you get to watch it all fall apart because of what you did. Maybe they’re all counting on you, and you ****. Maybe you betray them.” Demi yawns. “Plenty of material there to keep you busy for a few eons.”

Steph’s throat hurts. She’s not sure what to say.