The Demon's First

Our fantasy starts like any other, with the impossible. Standing above the employee gut first on the floor was a knock-out blonde in a matching blue sports bra and yoga pants. Not only was she smoking, but her eyes were smoking as well. They were bright red, and a demonic smile left a gaping hole wide enough to show off her razor-sharp teeth.

This demonically possessed hottie stood hauntingly above her prey as if she held the high ground herself. “All alone. And all mine. Did you think you could get away from me? Even without a form like this?” The Demon traced its fingers from top to bottom taking the most sensuous route possible. “And look here,” the Demon said as it bent over, its breasts in tantalizing view. “You can’t take your eyes off of me. Earlier you would scream and kick when I had no host body. And what’s this?” the Demon pressed its foot onto the employee’s side and pushed him onto his back. “Is that a hard-on?” The Demon giggled in a teasing manner.

The employee glanced down to indeed find a bulge on the verge of ripping right through his pants. Suddenly, his head was thrust down as the bare foot of the Demon pressed down on his neck.

The Demon belted a horrible laugh. A laugh only a demonic torturer could make. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for eons. My first soul on this wretched earth. To be free of Hell and to be free to do whatever I want and harvest the souls of whoever I want.”

His hands immediately acted on instinct and scratched at the leg causing his airway to close. Eventually, the employee realized the folly of his actions and his hands went from frantic motions to pleading. Tears slid down the sides of his face.

The Demon took its foot off and straddled the crying employee. Plopping its very generous ass on his stomach, pinning him to the ground, and with one hand cupped his head and smushing his cheeks. “There’s only one thing left to do.”

The employee’s eyes went wide as the Demon’s head peered closer to him. Closer until its new feminine lips were an inch away from his cheek. He shuddered as the Demon whispered on.

“You can have one request. One last dying wish within my power. Anything you can desire as long as it ends with me getting your soul.”

“Um-“ the employee let out.

The Demon traced a finger down his lips. “You don’t have to answer just yet. Think about it. I’ll give you a minute.” The Demon jumped up and off the employee moving over behind the nearby counter checking its new host’s body in a mirror.

The employee gathered himself off the ground and with shaking legs, pulled himself up using the counter as support. “Anything?” the employee squeaked like a mouse.

It was surprising the Demon heard him, but nonetheless it did. “Yes. That’s what I said. Anything.” The Demon was too busy pressing up its breasts as it continued to check its host out in the mirror to notice the employee freighted demeanor turn into a lecherous smile. It was almost on par with the Demon’s demonic smile from earlier.

“What if…” the employee started.

“Hmm? Anything human. Anything. Don’t take too long,” the Demon obliviously replied.

“What if…”

“Anytime now. It’s not like I waited thousands of years for this.”

“What if we had kinky sex?” the employee finally got out. The Demon was silent. It turned to the employee as he continued. “I’ve always been into body-swap stuff. Can we do that and have sex?”

“Um, wow. I didn’t think I would meet a human as deprived as this on my first soul. This is… wicked! I love this idea! Let’s get to it, then.” The Demon snapped its fingers and the lights flickered once. And when the employee looked down at himself, he found a generous pair of breasts clad in a tight blue sports bra. He swapped bodies with the Demon!

Before the employee could enjoy himself in his new body the Demon, in his old body, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and stuck its tongue into his newly acquired feminine mouth. It was a kiss devoid of all passion and of only pleasure that a demon could only bring.