Djamila Is... NOT Djamila

Chapter by Hellexia

The second you saw her face, your blood ran cold. Djamila's face, for the briefest of moments, flickered to another face. An inhuman face. One with sharp fangs, cat-like eyes, with ibex horns rising from her head. A demon's face.

Worst of all... Djamila noticed how pale your face got. She grinned, her face flashing to the demonic visage for another second. She looked you up and down for a few moments before, as a spade-tipped tail shot out from underneath the many layers of clothes, she grabbed your hand and led you into the woman's locker rooms. The second the two of you entered, the door slammed shut, locking on its own and "Djamila" snickered, her spade-tipped tail swishing eagerly in the air.

"So... are you stubborn, stupid, or what?" Not-Djamila snickered, poking her finger into your chest. It was strange, bizarre, unbelievable really. But... that simple prod made your heart skip a beat, the blood rushing into your groin, your mind blurring with lust for the briefest of moments. "Trying all those times to seize away my controls? Really now, wasn't that look back in class enough to tell you to fuck off?" She chuckled, before her face fell, her features contorting completely into the sexy demon's. "This is my territory. Understand? Or do I need to pummel it into your head?" She hissed in a new voice, her fingernails elongating into long, black claws that could've cut through steel.

"Mmmhmm!" Was all you could muster, combined with a lightning-fast nod.

"Good, good. Now... have you broken that body in yet?" Not-Djamila cooed, her words having the same effect as the earlier finger prod. As you failed to answer her, she promptly grabbed your groin and squeezed the erect member your jeans contained, a seductive glint in her cat-like eyes. "What's your true name? Tell me before I crush-"

"N-Nick!" You blurted out, finally breathing as she released your manhood. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in shock, her spade-tipped tail straight up in the air. "My name is Nick!" You shouted, gulping as she bit down on her claw nervously.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. You're a human?" Not-Djamila hissed, slamming her foot into a nearby bench as you slowly nodded your head. "How?! How were you projecting those... orders into my host?!" She barked, freezing as you slowly held up a shaky hand and pointed to the finger the ring had phased into. Her cat-like eyes remained fixated on said finger, even as she loudly gulped and opened her mouth to speak once more. "...My name is Naamah. And you... I suppose you're my master."

"What?!" You blurted out, only to be shushed by Naamah as she returned her stolen appearance back to normal.

"It's... complicated. Demon rules. But, the simple version... if a human sees our true form, we're meant to either kill them or wipe their memory. Unless... it's our mistake. In that case, it's a simple debt to the human." Naamah explained, using Djamila's voice once more. "And then... there's certain... things out there that prove a certain... right to rule to demons. That ring inside your finger... think of it as a sort of demonic Excalibur, forcing us to submit to your demands."

"What, really?!" You asked, gulping as Naamah huffed and nodded, obviously a bit upset. "So... if I were to... order you to suck my dick, then-"

"I'd have to do it, Master." Naamah interrupted, already going down to her knees before you stopped her.

"Okay, okay... explain... Djamila. How and why?" You asked, only to be greeted by a sigh in response.

"Demons possess people. And, as it would turn out, the most fun hosts are people like Djamila here. Conservative, religious... repressed. People who can't handle it when you make their dicks a little hard or their pussies a little wet. People who can't help but masturbate all night long without a single break once we tear down their inhibitions." Naamah answered, chuckling as she did. "Djamila's been mine since the start of the year. Whenever I feel like it, I wake her up, let her jill off to deal with the lust I've awoken inside her. Anyone and everyone you can think of, she's moaned their name into a pillow, a bathroom stall door, into a desk in the middle of taking a test..."

"Whoa..." Was all you could mumble, the mental image of sweet, quiet Djamila doing all that making your manhood spring to life.

"Although... I've not allowed her to lose her cherry quite yet." Naamah cooed, her voice as sweet as honey. "Shall we correct that, Master?" She whispered, her stolen eyes flashing to her own cat-like ones for the briefest of moments...

Suggestions:

•Definitely Correct That!

•Control Yourself, For Now, And Ask More Questions

•See if she can possess a different person of your choosing

•Something else