We’re on the way to Tia!

Not long after we’d sobered up a bit we were soon on our way to Aunt Angela’s. Julie had let her hair down out of its pony tail and long stranded of silver blonde hair were being tugged in the air as her bright blue eyes danced with delight. And all I could do was smile, cruising through Miami, beautiful girl at my side, I got my hopes up this would be a good birthday.

“Dang I have seen your Aunt in forever!” Julie giggles looking at me lovingly before biting on the tip of her finger to suppress her giddiness. And I couldn’t blame her, things just felt better with her around.

“Yeah, she’s the same old same old” I shrug as we pull down her street.

“You mean a strictly and intensely devoted religious woman who has nothing to do with weird online cults at all” Julie teased rolling her eyes, “No judgement by the way, I love your Aunt she was always sweet to me”

I just smiled and nodded, “Huh, all her curtains are drawn” I wonder out loud as we pull up in front of her house.

“In the middle of the day? Someones nursing a hangover” Julie jokes, a small chuckle escaping as she opens her door and gets out.

“Must be” I shrug, leading her up to the door, knocking loudly, but to no answer.

I grab the handle and open the door, concerned it was unlocked, “Tia! Tia Angela?” I call out to the house but receive nothing but echos in response.

“Is she not in?”

“Her care was in the drive, Jules. She must be in.” I reply, brow furrowed. Something feels off. “I’ll search the back room, mind checking the guest room?” I ask, Julie nods.

“Tia Angela, you up?” I ask a bit confused as I make my way to her bedroom, a low purple light glows under the door, soft whispers drift on the air as I approach. “Tia?” I ask again as I rap my knuckles on the door.

The whispers stop.

I wipe beads of sweat from my brow as I wait, the heat inside the house is insane, like the AC is cranked up for no reason.

“Yes!” Aunt Angela replies, sounding out of breath, “Yes come in!” Her accent thick with her Cuban heritage.

Cautiously I open the door and step inside, slowly processing what I’m seeing.

On the bed is my Aunt Angela, wearing nothing at all, her modest c-cups out for all to see, her dark aureola standing to attention as small drops of sweat dot her skin. Her smooth tanned skin is covered in writing in a language that I just don’t recognise, but it’s hard to focus on that what with her state of undress.

In front of her bed a large glowing purple pentagram covers the floor with various offerings laid at the five corners, and a burnt book lies on its edge.

“Tia Angela?” I ask completely dumbfounded though more at the glowing pentagram not my cultist aunt.

“Run” Angela whimpers as she starts to cry.

The door suddenly slams shut behind me, making me whirl round, fists at the ready, “Your ‘tia’ isn’t going to be waking up until I want her to my dear” a warm voice answers.

My eyes shoot wide open, as what I can only describe as a demon stands before me. Curved but sleek black horns grow from her head, long straight black hair hangs down to her waist. Her skin is a dark purple, her eyes bright yellow, her hands are capped in claw like black nails and a prehensile tail swishes back and forth behind her. She’s wearing absolutely nothing at all, her plump and massive tits out on display, nipples hardening by the second as her trimmed and neat pussy looks slick with arousal already.

“My my, you ARE quite the specimen aren’t you” she grins hungrily as her eyes savage my body.

“You’re... a demon... a succubus...” I mutter nervously as I back up towards Aunt Angela

“Well well, and you’ve got a head on those shoulders that most mortals lack. Usually it’s a lot more screaming and swooping of axes and pitchforks” she says bemusedly licking her lips

“Yeah well that might come later” I offer sarcastically as I stop beside Aunt Angela on her bed.

“MIGHT. A curious word to use, you mean to say you may NOT try and kill me” She asks face full of eager curiosity, one foot beginning to rise and fall in front of the other slowly, hips swaying with each step.

“Stay the fuck back. I never said I might not kill you, I just don’t know how to fuckin deal with something like you” I spit, worried about Julie, my Aunt, and hell the rest of the neighbourhood.

“Then... may I offer a proposition?” She asks innocently as she places a finger to her lips. She’s within striking distance now. The smell, gods it’s intoxicating.