The Middle Aged Woman

The middle aged woman pokes her head outside the cathedral, no doubt looking for her friends.

You call up to her. “Hello darling, what is your name.”

She looks at you fear in her eyes. “Diana.”

Anna grins at you. “She’s yours. She’ll be difficult and I already hunger.”

She spreads her wings and leaps into the air.

She looks back. “Good hunting, sister.”

You feel hunger. You want to fuck Diana and take her soul, but you have a better use for her.

“Diana, do come out. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

That of course is a lie. But, lying never bothered you as a human, it certainly isn’t going to now.

She steps out, still close enough to scurry back.

“Diana I want to ask a favor of you. Do it and I’ll mark you. You’ll be safe in this new world. You might even grow to enjoy it.”

She looks at you suspiciously. “What do you want me to do?”

“Simple, darling, spread a bit of gasoline around and light a match. Do it, and I promise you safety.”

“How do I know you aren’t lying?”

Her question sounds more confident.

You laugh. “You don’t. But your other choice is to head back into the cathedral and starve. Besides, if I wanted to kill you I’d have done it already.”

The last part is a complete lie. And, you really do want to kill her and feast on her soul.

“This mark will keep me safe?”

You smile. You have her. “Yes, it will even help you adapt.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

You take flight as quickly as you can. The hunger in your sex already beginning to gnaw at you. You marvel at the ability to fly. With your aerial view it takes only minutes to find a gas can and some matches.

You bring them back landing near Diana.

“Spread the gas inside and light a match, darling, and your part of the deal will be complete.”

She tentatively takes the gas can and steps inside. It doesn’t take her long. From the doorway she lights a match and flicks it inside.

The heat makes her step toward you. You grin as you see flames beginning to lick the walls inside.

Diana steps practically into your arms. You are tempted to kiss her and devour her soul. The hunger is growing.

Still, for what she did, she deserves the mark. You slit her pants open and lay your red, clawed hand above her slit.

In demon tongue you intone the name of the princesses. A mark appears above her sex.

“Oh! What did you do to me. I feel...”

“I marked you. You belong to us now. You are free to go anywhere you please, unharmed.”

“Thank you?”

She seems uncertain. You spread your wings and take flight. The next time you see her, she will thank you in the manner Succubi do.