I made a deal with an Angel (Part 4)

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Sorry for the long break everyone! I was reading up on the Internet about all the stuff I have missed over the years and, you guys are adorable! No, really, you are. You guys have a “Succubus Swimsuit?†Look at these adorable little humans! That’s NOTHING like what I look like but if it might get me an extra snack or two I might try it out. Granted, I think I’ll need a bigger top…
Oh, but I kind of left you off at a little cliffhanger right? Okay, so I’ll break down what happened next. Fair warning, stuff gets very adult here so, you know, you've been warned! Without further ado...
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“Wait, what? A Succubus!†I shouted.
“Don’t worry, she’s a little older, but when her soul burns away and becomes your body, your youth will return and you’ll be an even more perfect form of lust than she is now,†Belial explains.
“Wait, okay, let's just talk this over, okay? How about I just haunt people for you?â€
The third man holds his ice pick over the right side of the whore’s chest. Belial growls, moving his finger over to the left, a small round burn mark showing on her skin.
The first guy laughs, “Look! Our Demon Lord is guiding us!†He moves the third guy’s hand over to the new spot. “Don’t miss!â€
The third guy nods, and stabs the pick into that spot once, pulling it out.
The woman gasps as she’s stabbed.
“In you go!†Belial shouts.
“Wait! Wait! Can’t I get a countdown or-†He shoves my head toward the hole in her chest, and I feel myself sucked in.
My eyes shoot open and I look around me, seeing the three men looking down. I’m tied to the altar and I look to my,--well the whore’s chest, the wound healing rapidly. With a grunt, I try to pull myself off the table, but the straps hold me down tightly. My heart is racing and my vision is blurring.
“Is… Is she a demoness now?†the third guy asks.
I’m about to spit on the little ******* when pain wracks my entire body from head to toe. I scream. It feels like someone is ripping my toes off, one by one. The high heels I’m wearing tear apart as my toes change into a pair of cloven hooves, and my feet stretch out longer and grow a layer of purple fur. The pain subsides in my legs for a moment and then changes into a strange tugging sensation--my legs are toning themselves, losing any form of fat that I had. The tattoos vanish as my hips somehow grow even wider, snapping the underwear I’m wearing. Steam is burning off of my skin and everything feels way too hot like I’m burning from the inside out.
I scream again because someone is tearing my spine out through my back. A thin and long tail bursts out of the small of my back, and I raise it up to my field of vision. Before my blinking eyes, I watch as the tip of the tail suddenly splits into a spade
I groan -- now my midsection feels like it’s being crushed, I can hear ligaments snapping and reattaching. I suddenly realize the corset isn’t tight on me anymore, my waist is now actually that tiny. With my hourglass figure pretty solidified, a new intense burning pain radiates from my back. I scream as a pair of huge purple wings tear free from my back, knocking two of the three men over.
Finally, I sit up from the intensity of all the pain, snapping the restraints as if they weren’t there. I stagger to my feet, or hooves at this point, still feeling this strange power washing over my body. My skin tightens and it grows smoother and clearer. My hair changes color from blond to a deep auburn. I gasp as I feel my nose crack and adjust, my brow change shape. It’s as if someone is molding my face with their hands, cracking cheekbones and pulling at muscles, all reshaping the size and shape of my head.
I gasp; every change must now be done. I turn to my would-be captors, heaving breaths as I look over each one. Suddenly an incredible pain rushes to both sides of my head. I grab either side screaming, my ears filled with a cracking grinding noise. A pair of ram-like horns push out of my skull. Just when I think they’re done, they crack and creek another few inches, curling around from the front of my head to the back. They finally stop, curled near my ears, the points stopping just at my earlobes.
All the pain finally subsides. I shake my head, my long and luxurious hair fall between my new wings. I flex them experimentally. My vision is clearer than it has ever been, I can see every little thing in the room, even some things that aren’t there. I can even see a kind of aura around each of the runes and pentagrams on the walls. Some animal carcasses have a black aura forming over them, which I can tell is a curse or at the least, the beginnings of one.
I sniff the air. Amidst all the mildew and dead animal parts, I can smell something else, something that smells oddly appetizing. I smell men, three of them. Looking at these three men in a vastly different light, I realize I don’t want them, I need them. I lick my lips and notice my canines have gotten a little longer, and my tongue-- I can stretch it far longer than normal.
Belial stands next to me, “Oh my, aren’t you beautiful. Tell them to show you a mirror.â€
I turn my eyes to the third guy who had the icepick, “Sweety, mind fetching me a mirror?â€
The three men stand there, dumbfounded until the third guy finally drops the ice pick, rushing up some stairs.
The other two men hug each other, “It worked!†they shout in unison.
“I can’t believe it worked!†shouted the first guy.
While they are celebrating, I’m appraising each like meat. “Master… why… why do I want to **** them?â€
“Oh, Sara, that’s the addiction part of this body. During your transmogrification, it changed from a heroin addiction--“ he grins, “into your sexual addiction.â€
Licking my lips, I look at both men and even consider the absent third, “I’m hungry.â€
“Yes, you’re starving right now, your transformation is not yet complete,†Belial explains, “These three men were promised a sexual servant for as long as they lived.â€
The third guy comes down with a flimsy full-length mirror and pops it in front of me.
I look like sex on a pair of goat legs, and it’s weird to say but as I appraise myself, I must admit I’m hot. My face is my own, my hair as well, but everything else is like a younger version of the whore’s body. My skin is completely flawless. I look at my fingers and see my perfectly manicured purple nails. They don’t appear painted, they’re pointed and about an inch long. Experimentally I loll my tongue out of my mouth and find it hangs out almost eight inches. I flex it and curl it in on itself, and giggle at the possibilities as I pull it back into my mouth.
I notice the three men are staring at me slack-jawed. I wink at them, “Oh boys… I have to admit… despite being a bit shocked myself, you are looking rather yummy.â€
Belial walks in front of me, “Before the fun starts and I excuse myself, I’ll give you your orders and training. Firstly, your goal is to entice, seduce, and destroy anyone who would be attracted to you. If you’re going after heads of states, you’re to ruin their marriages and enslave them if possible. Serve yourself while on earth as long as you continue to do this. Feel free to target the clergy whenever you like, but be careful not to get yourself stuck in a church. Your powers don’t work on holy ground.â€
I look to Belial, seeing his body makes me weak in the knees, and I suddenly want nothing more than to please his every desire. “Powers, Master?â€
Belial licks his finger and places it at the center of my forehead, “Your training my dear…â€
Through some horrific screeches and other images soaring through my mind, it’s as if someone compressed all of my classes in my life in a second.
From this, I became completely familiar with my body, the wings the tail, the horns, everything. So I’ll recap before we continue.
First, I can fly with my wings, which is literally the least they can do. I can wrap them around myself and by doing so, I can appear to be wearing anything or appear as anyone. Little old lady? Your high school crush? Yes, to both. Doesn’t even need to be female, apparently.
My tail, surprisingly, has some cool tricks. The tip leaks a poison that, when ingested, completely paralyzes someone for up to an hour. It’s also much stronger than you’d think: I could choke a man with it and use it to even drag someone behind me. Which was handy on my way here.
Eyes have some cool tricks. If I lock eyes with you and you do the same with me, I can give suggestions. As long as they’re of a sexual nature and you’re aroused by my physical body, they will take. However they are weak suggestions, you’d only do them if you would have anyway without asking. For example, I can’t make you walk off a bridge or stab someone by looking at you.
That being said, I can ask you to kiss me and if you’re so inclined, then all bets are off. If I can get my lips on yours, I can do a few neat tricks. I can draw the strength from your body, leaving you helpless in my arms, or I can completely enthrall you. At that point, I should say that if I do kiss you, I could make you walk off a cliff singing the national anthem.
However, I won’t let a nice snack get away from me. Sex is the next thing, and if we have sex, I normally have control over how much and fast I can leech the life-force out of your body. Unless I’m starving, then you are toast.
Speaking of toast! The three guys in front of me and doing rock paper scissors trying to figure out who gets the first go at me.
At this point, my starvation is overruling every other thought in my head and I saunter over to the guy who stabbed me. Me? Or the ***** Trixy? Oh, I know Trixy’s entire life story, it in the back of my head, but let's focus on getting me (her?) a little revenge, shall we?
“Oh boys,†I purr, “you have the rest of your lives to fight over me. So I’ll pick for now.†I pull him by his robes, “You two wait here.â€
Once we’re out of the basement and heading up the stairs, I wrap a wing around him and look into his eyes. “Take me to a nice secluded room.â€
His eyes dilate a bit and he nods, taking me through a pretty disgusting house. It’s small and the entire place is covered in disgusting trash and rotting food. I can smell everything but my hunger is overriding my other decisions. Soon I’m taken to a ratty room with a threadbare bed.
Once we get there, he grins, “I want to do you from behind.â€
I snicker and turn him to face me. I pull him in for an intense kiss. When I break it, his eyes are blank and he’s entirely in my power. “Strip below the waist, get on the bed, and stroke your **** till it’s as hard as it will get, sweetness.â€
He does what I ask, and I do have to say I’m very disappointed in what I have to work with. But any port in a storm as they say.
I mount him without much ceremony and I do have to add that my body’s nervous system is wired for extreme pleasure. Despite guy number three’s meager size, I feel at least satisfied enough to already approach a climax. That, of course, if I let it happen on its own in the state I’m in, will drain him completely. After a few minutes, I can sense that guy number three is about to burst and I lean down and whisper into his ear.
“Are you ready for the last moment of your life?†I taunt.
Guy three just gives me an odd look before he crosses his eyes.
I felt his essence pour into me and I cry out in something between pleasure and a cold drink on a hot day. His energy and strength surge into me. I watch as he’s surrounded by a purple aura and grows thinner and thinner. He struggles weakly against me, his thinning arms and increasingly boney fingers clasping at my body, trying to push my hips off his.
The power trip is unreal, his life is fading faster and faster and I feel stronger with each passing second. I can feel my wings growing larger, my horns push another inch or two out, and my tail wraps instinctively around his neck and starts to squeeze with growing strength.
“Yes…. Give it to me… give me everything!†I shout in rapture.
Eventually, the guy stops moving and as he does I feel the surge of energy turn to a trickle and then stops entirely. He looks like a dried up mummy at this point. I dismount him and poke at his dried up corpse.
“You in there, spunky?â€
He’s stone dead.
Whether because I was still starving or it was due to my transformation, I feel little to no sympathy for him.
“You dumb ****. You know should know better than to trust demons.â€
I reflect on the irony briefly before I pick up his corpse and drop it under the disheveled couch in the living room. Then I go downstairs to grab guy number two.
Both men were still eager, apparently having heard the commotion upstairs.
“So that’s one man with the ride of his life… who’s next?†I ask.
From here, it was like rinse and repeat. After guy number two, I felt even stronger. My hunger was almost sated, but I found that I was literally physically stronger. The strength of my own body, plus the other two men were surging through me --I was absolutely drunk on the intense power from the whole experience. So when it came time for guy number three, I decided to test my strength.
“My turn?†the mustached guy asks with anticipation.
I grab him by the shoulders and force him to the ground with ease.
He starts to panic and tries to struggle against me. I grin down at him as I completely overpower him.
“Your turn, little man.â€
“Wait… you… you’re ours! You’re the gift Lord Belial gave us!â€
My tail snakes over to his mouth and shoves in past his lips as his eyes grow wide. I lean down and whisper to him as he goes rigid, “No… you’re the gift he gave me!†With this, I tear away his pants and start my final ride.
Despite being paralyzed, the little ****er keeps crying out for help. “Jake! Taylor! Help me! Where the **** are you?†I think those were their names, I can’t be sure.
Grinning as I ride him, my tail snaking around his neck, “Oh honey… they’re already dead.â€
His eyes grow even wider if that’s possible. “... Oh no.â€
“Your sexual pleasures… I’ll serve them… until your dying days,†I groan. “Now feed me, honey… give me everything you’ve got and more.â€
With that, he screams, unable to move, as I suck the life out of him.
It is at this point that things go entirely off the rails for me. Apparently, the three stooges were supposed to lure the ***** to their house where they would do their deed. No big issue, right? Well, the dinguses had instead snatched her off the street in view of folks who knew her. Those folks called the cops. Those cops got the plates from the moron’s van, and tracked it to their house because of course, they did this in their house! So, now, while I’m riding the first guy to his death, a policeman kicks the door into the basement and spots me.
“Okay get on the... what the ****…â€
Growling, frustrated, I give a final effort and finish him off, rolling off of the altar.
I hear the officer shouting into his radio as “I’ve got a body... and… a perp… she… uh… she’s in some kind of sex costume. I need backup.â€
After composing myself, I take a nice deep breath and close my wings around myself. I make myself out like a human woman, wearing the outfit I had on when the three morons brought me down here (or her, it’s kind of jumbled up in my head).
I stagger to my feet, “Oh… Officer… thank God.†I pretend to be very unsteady.
The officer gives a startled look and looks to the body, not dropping his gun, “What happened to… to him? Why were you on top of that… corpse?â€
I fake some tears, looking him in the eyes, “Oh, they made me do it… they made me jump on that terrible thing. They said if I didn’t, they’d kill me.†I add a few sobs in there while working my power and looking into his eyes.
The officer drops the gun down, walking towards me, “Oh… okay, I believe you. Just… let's get you out of here, okay? Do you have ID?â€
I keep my eyes on his. “You don’t need my ID, honey. Just get me out of here without anyone else seeing me.â€
“I… I can’t do that.â€
I’m close enough at this point, I kiss him deeply, pulling him close. He struggles for a moment but eventually, he relaxes. I pull back, looking him in the eyes, “Get me out of here, safely, and without anyone seeing me.â€
He nods mutely and pulls out his gun as we walk up the stairs. At the top of the stairs is another cop.
“Ramirez, who’s that?â€, a woman’s voice asks.
I whisper into his ear, “No witnesses. Kill her, get me out of here, you’ll do anything for me.â€
Officer Ramirez aims his gun at the officer at the top of the stairs.
“Hey! Holy **** Ramez stop!†she shouts.
I see Ramirez shake his head slowly, “Can’t!†He pulls the trigger three times.
We make our way up the steps before I notice the woman isn’t there.
“What the ****?â€
I look to Ramirez who looks to the left--and is suddenly body checked into the wall by the woman. Both of them are blocking my way so I try to push past them. I have little issue doing this as I’ve got the strength of four people. However, me forcing my way through knocks Ramirez on the head.
“Freeze!†the woman shouts.
I turn to her, trying to enthrall her with my eyes.
“Okay whatever crazy bull**** you’re doing with your eyes, stop now! On the ground!â€
“**** you, pig!†I shout and rush toward the back door.
“I will shoot!â€
Part of the knowledge that Belial gave me told me that I couldn’t die by a mortal weapon, but it would mess with my camouflage. I decide to chance it, and I do my best to run to the door. That’s about when I feel the bullet strike my shoulder, then another in my chest. I roar in pain. It’s not a human sound, and it startles me and the woman cop. My disguise drops, wings unfurl, tail swings out, and my hooves push me up another foot taller. I look down at my chest and see yellowish fluid leaking out of the holes. Both seem to be slowly closing but I can feel myself weakening as they do.
“What the ****!†the female officer screams.
Turning around I charge her.
She unloads the rest of her clip into me, and one of those bullets hits my head. Everything goes black, and I hit the floor.
All I see now is black as I hear the female officer’s voice somewhere near me.
“She took two ****ing bullets and then turned into that... thing! She’s not ****ing human! It’s not a ****ing costume!â€
Another man’s voice is overhead, “Officer Ramirez described her as a normal woman.â€
“She was controlling him!â€
Ramirez's voice cracks in, “Captain, Judy, you shot her dead right?â€
Judy, the woman, chimes in, “I put one between her eyes.â€
“Then why is the body bag rising and falling like she’s breathing?†Ramirez asks.
Oops!
Soon I see light as the zipper to the body bag I was in is opened. I blink as I see Ramirez, Judy, and another officer staring down at me. I decide to try to reach out and grab the superior officer, and my arms tear through the body bag I’m wrapped up in without much issue. In short order, I feel another bullet rip through me, as the superior officer plants a bullet between my eyes. Apparently getting shot in the head is inconvenient for a succubus and I’m passed out again.
Next time I regain consciousness, I’m staring at the inside of another body bag. I struggle but I’m strapped down hard to something. I mean really strapped, my head, neck, shoulders, chest, waist, hips, legs and feet.
“Jesus, the ****ing thing came back!†I hear Judy shout.
Ramirez is next, “Who the **** is she?â€
“It!†Judy shouts, “That’s not a woman!â€
“**** you!†I shout. “Let me go, you pigs!â€
Ramirez continues, “She’s a ****ing Bahnie for Christ’s sake, you heard her talk?â€
Judy interrupts, “Hang a left here. We’re going to the church.â€
A third male voice speaks now, “Is that why we’re heading to Copley?â€
“Yes, we’re going to Trinity Church. We need a priest, not a doctor,†Judy continues.
“Okay, whatever.†the driver says.
I feel the vehicle driving, and I remember my kiss on Ramirez. Closing my eyes I feel my horns heat up. “You want to save me. She’s trying to kill me. Crash the truck. Set me free.â€
I hear Judy suddenly shout, “Ramirez where are you going?â€
“Hey! What the fu-†the driver shouts before three shots go off. I feel the vehicle swerve and suddenly crash. The gurney I’m strapped to falls over as I try to free myself. There’s a struggle in the vehicle now that it has come to a stop.
“Ramirez! Stop!†Judy shouts.
“You’re trying to kill her… I need to save her.†I hear Ramirez drone.
“Don’t… don’t reach for it. Ramirez. Put it down! Ramirez!†I hear two gunshots.
I’m grinning ear to ear still strapped down. In a moment I’ll be unstrapped and free. I feel the gurney get set right side up, and the zipper to the body bag is removed. However, I’m not too pleased with what I see.
It’s Judy and boy, does she look ******. Her face is bloodied and I can somehow tell it’s not all her blood.
“You made me shoot my own partner, you bitch… I’m going to send you back to Hell.â€
Before I can do anything, the bag is zipped up and I feel myself being wheeled up some steps, Judy grunting with each tug as I do my best to make things difficult for her. Once we’re at the top of the stairs, however, I feel strange. The unending hunger leaves me. What did Belial tell me? “Be careful not to get yourself stuck in a church. Your powers don’t work on holy ground.â€
Judy’s voice screams, resounding through what I assume is the inside of a church, “I need a priest! Seriously! I need a priest!â€
A moment goes by and I hear an older man’s voice, “Child… please… this is the house of God. He hears all, there is no need to shout.â€
I close my eyes and concentrate on hiding my shape, trying to pick something innocent, but it doesn’t feel right. I can see again as she unzips the body bag.
“Jesus Mary and Joseph…†the priest says, shocked.
I’m confused, and I realize, as the priest touches my horns, that I didn’t change shape. “What the ****?†I lock eyes with him, trying to get him maybe unstrap me.
Judy’s hand goes over my eyes, “Don’t look at her eyes when she does that… she… she took over my partner… he… I had to… oh God, Father… he had already killed someone for her, he was going to kill me. She… She’s some kind of…â€
“Demon,†the priest says plainly. The body bag is zipped up. “I have a call to male. Take her to the courtyard.â€
It’s a few minutes of silence before I hear the worst thing I’ve heard all day. “I just called, we have to burn her. Only holy groundâ€
“**** off!†I shout.
Judy’s voice is next, “Okay I’ll get wood.â€
“How about you just let me go!†I shout.
Before long, and after a lot of really frightening sounds of wood being piled up somewhere, I’m wheeled on top of something.
“If you bastards are going to burn me, could you at least knock me out first?†The body bag unzips entirely and Judy’s face is in mine.
“I’m gonna listen to you burn, bitch, for what you did to my partner.â€
I narrow my eyes, all bets off, “Your parted nothing more than to plow me eight ways to Sunday, and all I did was kiss him once.â€
Judy flicks a lighter, “Go back to Hell, bitch.â€
I grab her hand tight with mine, tugging her close to me. “You willing to go down with me?â€
Judy tries to tug away from my hand, but the strength of the men I drained is still there, and she can’t budge me. Judy puts the lighter out, and goes for her gun, I grab her other hand. I squeeze both of her hands until I feel bones break.
Judy screams, and looks to behind me, “Father! Light it!â€
“But you’re still-â€
“Do it!†Judy shouts, interrupting him.
I feel the heat surround us, but I still hold on tight, “See you down there.â€
“I don’t think we’re going to the same place,†Judy says before she screams as the flames consume us both.


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