Infernal Town

Lilitu walked down Main Street early on a Saturday afternoon, and everyone she passed turned and stared.

She would have drawn attention no matter what, unless she'd been in human form. At six foot three (six-nine if you counted the horns that curved up from her head) she towered over pretty much everyone, men or women, even if she was a little short for a demon. Her skin was a bright, candy-apple red, a slightly lighter shade than most demons, and it was flawless.

But she'd chosen to accentuate the effect. Five-inch heels boosted her up even higher. Her black dress left her red back bare, all the way to her tail and the upper curve of her ass. She swished the tail behind her with confidence.

In front, the dress was two widening strips of fabric that left both the inside and the outside swells of her large breasts bare. They defied gravity like silicone but jiggled as only natural breasts do. The dress was belted in the middle with a golden belt (not real gold) that had glittering gems (made of finest glass). The lower part of the dress was two panels of fabric, one in back, one in front, which came all the way to the ground, but left her legs and even the sides of her hips bare to the waist.

To this she added a catwalk model walk that made her hips, and the panels, sway. In human form she would have found the shoes unbearable, but her enhanced demon muscles let her walk almost casually in them. As long as a car didn't run into her, she wasn't going to twist an ankle.

So people stared. If they were with someone, they whispered to each other, sometimes so quietly Lilitu couldn't hear them even with her enhanced senses. But she caught little bits of conversation not meant for her ears.

"I can't believe she's just walking through our town like that."

"Quick, run! Take the kids!"

"There really is a demon in our town! But I didn't expect she'd be a girl!"

"Wow, she's beautiful."

"You know even demon women have cocks, right? They're not really women. Just men with tits."

"But what tits!"

She was tempted to detour and tell the guy who thought she wasn't a real woman a thing or two. But that would distract her from her mission.

She turned left into the First Century Bank, Shadow Creek branch, hearing as she did speculation that she was going to rob the bank. First Century was an unfortunate name, she thought, for a bank that was claimed to provide a "modern" banking experience, but apparently it resulted from a merger between the First something or other, and the Century Bank and Trust. The place looked modern enough, or at least only twenty years out of date rather than twenty centuries.

A man came out to her. He was older, in his fifties, but well-kept. He carried a few extra pounds, and his hair line was receding, but he didn't try to cover it up with a combover. The gray at his temples even provided a bit of sophistication that went with his tailored three-piece suit. "Can I help you?"

"I'd like to open an account," she said. There was one teller on duty, a middle-aged woman who looked like she was ready to push the alarm button.

"Ah!" said the man, whose name, Lilitu knew, was Arnold Fromm. "Um, this way."

He led her into a little office where business could be conducted in private. She stayed standing while he closed the door and locked it.

"I really do want to open an account," she said. She took out a Ruritanian passport and put it on the desk that normally dominated the space. Right now it was hard to say that anything dominated the space but Lilitu. "That will serve as ID." She had never been to Ruritania and didn't have any intention of visiting. But every demon had a right to a Ruritanian passport, regardless of where they were born, and usefully, the passports used her Demon name.

She wanted to keep her real name secret.

"Oh," he said, looking disappointed for a moment. "Of course. I - I'll get right to it." Before, he had been the consummate professional, but now that she actually asked him to do his job, he was nervous. "Won't you have a seat?"

She sat down and crossed her legs.

"We'll need a deposit."

She pulled out a stack of twenty bills, all hundreds, and put it on the desk next to the passport.

"This won't take long," he told her.

"Good. Because when you're done, you can get on your knees and do what you've always wanted to do."

He gulped. "Yes Ma'am."

Eight minutes later, two minutes after he'd finished setting up the account, there was a knock on the door. A gruff male voice said, loudly, "Arnold? You alright in there?"

"Better answer that," Lilitu said, too softly to be heard through the door.

Reluctantly, Arnold moved back, letting Lilitu's cock drop out of his mouth. "Fine!" he yelled.

"Are you sure? What's going on in there?" said the gruff voice.

"I'm just helping a woman make a deposit."

Lilitu snickered.

"Well. Yell if you need anything," the man outside the door said. "I'll be in the bank."

Lilitu raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Thanks, Chief Dalton. Everything is under control."

Ah, a policeman. He'd probably been called by that guy who thought she might rob the place.

Arnold pulled the front panel back away, and went back to sucking, trying to take the ten-inch monstrosity as deeply as he could. He was getting better at it. He slid a hand up the back of her leg, and when she didn't stop him, he cupped her perfect ass. She didn't mind. When he reached up for her breasts, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed, reminding him who was boss. Her tits were very sensitive, and she enjoyed having them touched, but given his eagerness she thought it might make a good special treat for some other occasion.

He wasn't bad at sucking cock. The thing about guys was that they at least knew whattheyliked, even if some of them had little practice in performing the act. Lilitu watched his mouth bob up and down on her, and felt her balls tighten. She'd make a deposit, alright. Very shortly.

His cock strained against his pants. Balancing with a hand on a chair, and slipping her foot out of her shoe, she rubbed it with her toes. She liked the feel of a man's hard cock, knowing it was all for her.

There had been no need for a lot of negotiation. Arnold had told Devoted, the priestess at the Church of the Infernal Angels, what he was interested in doing. Apparently, he'd always been interested in women with penises, whether that meant trans porn stars or futanari anime. When the first demons started appearing, and he found out that even demon women had cocks, he'd tried to go to a club or two in the big cities and see if he could pick one up. He'd found that the ratio of interested guys to demon women was ten-to-one, and that was after they'd turned away eighty percent of the guys before they entered the door.

Lilitu smiled. He'd already gotten to taste her magnificent cock, and she'd been told by both men and women that it was the best thing they'd ever tasted. He was about to receive what Devoted would have called her divine seed. And he was going to swallow every drop.

She put her hands on the back of his head, to make sure, thrust twice with her hips, and then erupted. It had been a while, weeks, since she'd had sex as a demon. Malphas wasn't into that, so when they made love, it was in human form. As a result, she gushed stream after stream of hot, thick, demonol-laced spunk down Arnold's throat.

A wet spot appeared on his pants as he joined her in orgasm. She took her foot away, to avoid getting it damp. It wouldn't ruin his climax, which she was sure had been triggered far more by the load she was giving him than by her distracted foot job. The magic of being a demon assured that when she was a human, her orgasm was always the most important thing to them both.

He kept sucking even after she was finished.

"Greedy little boy," she said affectionately, stroking his thinning hair and slipping her foot back in her shoe. After a moment, she decided that if he kept it up, she'd want to go for a second round, and that had not been part of her plan. Better to keep him wanting more. She pulled out, and pulled the front panel of her dress back in place, although it tented a little.

The nice thing about a black dress was that it could get a little wet without being obvious, unlike Arnold's gray pants. "You came," she pointed out.

He looked down, and blushed. "That was the best orgasm of my life."

Lilitu smiled. "I know." She'd heard it before. Demon sex was always better. "Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you. And a pleasure doing pleasure, too."

"Anytime," he said, still kneeling.

She grinned. "I'll take you up on that. In the meantime, you might want to get behind the desk before anyone wonders about your wet spot. I have other errands to run."

"Oh. Of course. Thank you Ma'am. Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"Can I call you Mistress?"

Lilitu considered it. "No. But you may ask again, after you please me next time. You have to earn the right."

Arnold smiled. "Of course, Miss."

She suspected that Miss was a chopped off Mistress, but she gave him points for cutting it off in time. She turned to the door as he got to his feet, waited just a second to make sure he'd manage to get behind the desk before she opened it, and then walked out into the bank.

She walked over to the overweight, uniformed man who was chatting with the teller. "Chief Dalton, I presume?"

The man straightened himself and put his hand on his gun. "Yeah," he said belligerently. "And who are you?"

"I'm Lilitu."

"What kind of name is that?"

"A demon name. Do you always come running over to the bank and knocking on the door when the manager is with a customer?"

"Of course not."

"So that was just plain blatant discrimination and profiling," Lilitu stated.

"Well, I -"

"Good to know where I stand," Lilitu said. "And good for you to know where you stand, too." She turned.

It was possible, she supposed, that he would shoot her in the back, but she could survive a shot or two from a pistol, and she thought it was unlikely.

She walked out of the bank and turned left. Ahead of her, she saw two girls who she thought were about twenty years old go into the town library. One of them, she thought, was the one who exclaimed that there really were demons in town and was surprised she was a girl. She had not sounded frightened, merely amazed.

Lilitu glanced both ways and then crossed the street. Just because she could survive getting hit by a car was no reason not to be careful. Besides, she tended to stop traffic anyway. She knocked at the door that said "Church of the Infernal Angels."

Devoted deserved a little reward for pointing her to Arnold, and Lilitu intended to give it to her.

In every hole.

#

Wanda pulled a few books from behind the desk and refilled the display pyramid. There had been more interest in books on demons lately, so she'd done a display. Brenda Carville had cleaned her out of non-fiction books on the subject, but the library board had encouraged her to order new copies of any book where the number of holds exceeded four times the number of copies. That alone wouldn't give her books for a display, of course, because they would promptly go on the hold shelf. But an extension of that policy was that she could justify buying new books on a subject that was demonstrably so popular, without much pushback that she was buying nothing but books on infernals. And Devoted had donated a box of books.

A newly acquired title had no holds on it, allowing it to be placed on display. Even so, she had to fill out the display with Infernal Romance and even some fantasy books about demons that were written before what the Infernal Angels priestess referred to as the "Great Awakening."

She was still arranging the books when Saffy Harwell and Alice Carville walked into the library. Seeing the romances, with their garish covers of bright red muscular men passionately clinched with full-figured women whose dresses were threatening to come undone, the two young women headed straight for the display.

"Hi Saffy. Hi Alice," she said.

"We saw one!" Alice said excitedly. She was wearing a crop-top and a cut-off jeans shorts that left her long legs bare.

"Saw one what?" Wanda asked innocently, although she could guess.

"A demon," Saffy announced, her eyes wide. She tossed her strawberry blonde hair back over her shoulder to stop it from getting in her eyes. She looked pretty in a floral-print sundress.

"Infernal, Saffy," corrected Alice.

"Did he look like the book covers?" Wanda asked, still in her carefully neutral voice. A few nights before, she'd seen a demon, Malphas, up close and personal. Very personal. And she'd been surprised to find that despite what she thought was the exaggerated art on the covers, he did not disappoint. And what the covers were too tasteful to show - it was strange, thinking of them as tasteful - was that his 'throbbing manhood' didn't disappoint either.

"She," Alice corrected. "So, no. You don't have any lesbian infernal romance, do you?"

Wanda blinked. "Not if I want to keep my job, I don't."

Alice rolled her eyes. "See, Saffy? That's why you need to go away to college. Get out of this town." Alice smiled at Wanda. "When I was away at college, I discovered I was pansexual."

"Ah," Wanda said. She had helped Alice and Saffy find books when they were teenagers. The two girls had sometimes confided in her things they hadn't wanted to talk to her parents about, so Alice's blunt revelation didn't surprise her overly much. She wanted to probe about how that was different, exactly, from being bisexual, but she decided she'd look it up. She liked being the wise old adult, after all, especially as she was only twenty-eight to Alice's nineteen or twenty.

Saffy, meanwhile, had picked up one of the books Devoted had donated. Wanda had hesitated before adding it, as it wasn't simply a neutral, factual book, or even one that advocated for equality and non-discrimination, but quite openly suggested that demons were superior. But there were a few books in the religion section with a decidedly negative view of demons, so it seemed like balance for the collection. Every time she put one of Devoted's more aggressively pro-demon books on the shelf, she made sure there were just as many apocalyptic Christian books to point to as a way of covering her ass.

Saffy giggled and showed Alice a page. Alice's eyes went wide, and then she giggled, too. Wanda moved over to see what they were looking at.

It was a size comparison, using line drawings, of demon vs. human penises. Below, there was a study cited, justifying the measurements.

"Wow," Alice said. "And look, female demons are just slightly smaller. Still, on average, over nine inches."

Wanda decided she would rather not be looking at pictures of penises with the young women. Especially because it was triggering her own memories of enjoying Malphas' cock, and that was making her wet. So she moved away, and as a result was in position to see another patron enter the library.

"You know, Alice, your mother is rather concerned about the infernal presence in this town. The church, and everything."

"Who cares about what my mother thinks?" Alice said.

"Well, she's coming this way."

And that was about all the conversation she had time for before Brenda Carville, Alice's mom got to the display. "What's this?"

"Well," Wanda said. "There are holds on all the books on demons that you-" she stopped herself in time. Patron privacy, and all that. "We have. So I ordered more. They've been super popular, people are curious. So ordering more is in keeping with library board policies about holds and collection development."

Brenda would know that; she was on the library board.

"Look, Mom," Alice said, taking the book out of Saffy's hand and showing her the cock comparison page. "Look how much bigger they are."

"They make that stuff up, Alice. And you shouldn't be looking at pictures of men's things like that."

"Oh, Mom. I've done more than look at men's things."

Brenda frowned. "Alice," she said.

"And women's things."

Brenda rolled her eyes. "Yes, Alice. You've told us about your pan whatever it is every day since you've been home. No need to air that dirty laundry in public."

"Oh, Wanda's cool, Mom. And Saffy's my best friend. This isn't public, and it's not dirty laundry." Alice turned to Wanda, and said, "I'll check this out."

"But I was going to check it out," Saffy said. "I got it first."

"Oh, fine," Alice said. She gave Saffy the book, and picked up a different one, a lurid romance. "This one, then."

Brenda turned to Wanda. "It was not the library board's intention for you to be peddling pictures of penises to children."

"They are adults, Mrs. Carville," Wanda said.

"Yep," Alice said. "We can check out whatever we want to."

"Not while you're under my roof, you won't," Brenda said. "Tell her, Wanda."

Wanda shrugged. "What happens under your roof is yours to deal with, but my job is to check out books to anyone with a valid library card. The rest, you can settle somewhere else." To be on the safe side, she took Saffy's book first, and went to the desk to check it out.

Wanda thought for a moment Alice was going to stick her tongue out. But she didn't. "Saffy, can I come over to your place tonight?"

"Sure," Saffy said.

"I'll call your mother, Saffy," Brenda said, "and let her know what sort of books you're checking out."

"Mrs. Carville," Wanda said, deciding she really ought to say something. "I'm pretty sure there are other places these two girls would be welcome to go and read their books. Besides the library."

"Such as?"

"Well," Wanda said, "Across the street."

"Oh," Brenda said.

"Also, we are encouraging patrons who have books with lots of reserves on them to return them as soon as they are done with them," Wanda said. She knew full well that Brenda had checked them out to keep them out of other people's hands. "That way, the library won't have to buy more copies."

Brenda frowned. "You know, your contract is up for renewal in six months."

Wanda shrugged. She liked working in the Shadow Creek library. The small town had become home to her. But it wasn't the only job in the universe, or worth giving up her professional ethics. Her job was to get people the books they wanted, not to censor them. "When people can't get their reserves filled in a timely fashion," she said, "They often just buy the book. And then, when they are done, they donate it to the library. Of course people are interested, given the new temple in the middle of town. And the sightings of infernals in town."

"Infernals?" Alice asked. "Plural?"

"I've heard of a male demon, too, in addition to the woman you've seen," Wanda said, stretching the truth just a little. Saying she'd heard of something she'd seen with her own eyes was not really lying.

"Oh my," Alice said. "Now which would I rather...?" She looked at her mother, trying to get a reaction.

Her mother glared.

Alice turned to Wanda. "It's okay. I don't need to check this out. I'm sure there are spicier stories about demons on the internet, and plenty of information, too."

"Just be careful to look at your sources," Wanda told her. "Just because it's on the internet doesn't mean it's true."

"Wikipedia is good, though, right?"

Wanda took a deep breath. "It's better than some places," she agreed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mom," Alice said. She and Saffy walked out together.

"You're lucky you don't have kids," Brenda told Wanda. "You can't control them nowadays."

"Could your parents control you, when you were that age?" Wanda had heard stories.

Brenda laughed. "Not one bit," she admitted.

Wanda smiled. It was a rare, unguarded moment for Brenda, and she thought the woman could use more of those.