Infernal Town

Brenda Carville was horny.

Sex with her husband Sam the evening before had been disappointing, which was nothing unusual, but at least she had given it a go. She'd even tried starting things up again with a morning blowjob, but he claimed he had an important meeting at work, involving some sort of quality control issue at the sausage plant.

"Well," Brenda snapped, "There are some quality control issues with sausages right here at home."

It probably, in retrospect, was not the most seductive thing she could have said.

So, after Sam was gone, Brenda puttered around the house for a while, debating. Then Alice came downstairs.

"Mother," Alice said. It was a balmy summer morning, but the temperature seemed to drop five degrees when she spoke. Which ought to have made Alice very cold indeed, considering she was wearing short shorts and a tight white top that left her belly bare. Her nipples made little indentations in the fabric, so she clearly wasn't wearing a bra either.

"Yes, dear," Brenda said, giving Alice a motherly smile. "Could you put some more clothes on?"

"What did you say to Malphas?"

"Who is Malphas?" Brenda asked, innocently. "And don't change the subject."

"You're the one changing the subject. Malphas, as you know full well, is one of the infernals in Shadow Creek."

"Would he be the male or the female one?" Brenda asked. She knew the answer, but there was no sense in letting Alice know what she knew.

"The male."

"Oh."

"So what did you say to him?"

Brenda shook her head. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

Alice frowned. "Get out of my personal life, Mom." She managed to make the word Mom sound like a dirty word, and then she stalked off.

Brenda sighed. The trials of a mother. She'd made a deal with Malphas, after having the best sex of her life with the large, sexy red demon. He agreed to leave Alice and Brenda alone, sort of. The actual terms of the deal were that he would leave Alice alone as long as Brenda didn't ask to have sex with Malphas again. It seemed so simple at the time. A deal with the devil. All she had to do to protect her daughter was fuck a demon, and then not fuck him again. One and done. Hit it and quit it.

Well, no one got the better of Brenda Carville. She'd show him. There were plenty of men in Shadow Creek who wanted into her panties.

She got in her Cadillac and drove to City Hall. Once there, she unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse and buttoned just one on her suit jacket.

Men looked as she strode through the halls, her heels, which matched her pink suit, click-clacking on the hard tile floors. She rode the elevator to the fourth floor, and a tall man with a beard kept looking down her shirt.

Yeah, even in my forties, I still have it.Of course, there was still decorum to be followed. "Eyes are up here," she told the guy. She might be glad he looked, but she didn't have to let him know that.

"Sorry, Ma'am," he said.

She nodded curtly.

She walked to the Mayor's office, and informed the young woman who sat at the desk outside it, "I have an appointment with Mayor Rhoden."

The woman, who was called an administrative assistant because somehow secretaries were out of vogue, made a show of looking it up, as if she had something better to do than memorize her boss's schedule. She was Tammy something or other. "Ah, yes," Tammy said. "You're early."

"Five minutes," Brenda said.

"Yes."

"You're usually late."

"I'm a very busy woman," Brenda told Tammy. "I'm not sitting around and filing my nails all day."

"Of course not," Tammy said. "It's just that he's not expecting you yet."

"Is there someone in there with him?"

"Well, no..."

Brenda strode forward, opening the last button on her suit as she did so. She opened the door to the mayor's office.

Peter Rhoden looked up when she entered, but rather than getting a good look at her, as she'd intended, he hurriedly clicked at his computer. Brenda moved even faster, and leaned forward to see what he'd been looking at. But she was too late, and all that she saw was a copy of the city budget.

Well, at least by bending over she was giving him an eyeful. And she now had his full attention, or at least her breasts did.

"Hello, Peter," Brenda said.

"Brenda," Peter breathed.

She reached out to stroke his cheek. "Have you been a good boy, Peter?"

Peter gulped. "I haven't been able to do anything about the CIA, if that's what you mean."

"Church of the Infernal Angels? That's not what I'm here about." Although it was sort of related. She was there in part because Malphas had her all riled up, and the "CIA" was connected to Malphas.

"So why are you here?"

"Well," said Brenda, "I thought I'd been a bit unfair earlier, expecting you to solve our little problem." She unbuttoned another button on the blouse. "So if you've been a good boy, I thought I'd give you a reward."

She had his attention. "I better lock the door," he said.

"Yes," she agreed. "You better do that."

While he hurried to the door, she tossed her jacket over the leather chair that sat opposite Peter's desk, and finished unbuttoning her blouse. She usually was more of a tease, but today she wanted to get right down to business. Or pleasure.

"Like what you see, Peter?" she asked rhetorically.

"Hell yes," Peter said.

"Then get your clothes off."

She removed her blouse and her lacy white bra while he undressed. He was probably expecting a tit-job. That's what she usually did for him. She would get topless, and he would get all the way naked. As usual, he was rock hard for it.

His cock had always seemed perfectly fine to her. Average, maybe slightly above average, six inches or so. But the memory of Malphas came into her head, and she remembered how his big red cock had stretched her. How he had reached places no man had before. How she had climaxed over and over.

But Malphas was off limits. And Peter was at least bigger than her husband. So as he walked toward her, his dick bobbing obscenely, she surprised him by taking off her skirt.

"Brenda?"

She pushed his laptop to the side of his desk, and then pushed some papers onto to floor from the other side. They needed a little space. Then she perched herself on the desk. "Well, Peter? Are you going to take my panties off?"

He didn't hesitate. He pulled off the flimsy, lacy garment.

She spread her legs. "Fuck me, Peter."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked. "We never..."

She'd never needed it so much. She had a perfectly good vibrator at home, after all. Sex was power, and hand jobs, blowjobs, and tit jobs were enough to get power over men. But right now she wanted to be fucked and to prove herself that a human man could get her off.

The vagina was only so deep; there wasn't any real advantage in anything over five or six inches or so. She'd been telling herself that all night long. She just needed to get fucked by a dick bigger than Sam's, and Peter's would do nicely. "Come on."

He moved forward and lined himself up.

"Don't tease," she told him, as he hesitated.

He pushed in. A good cock. Perfectly fine. It didn't rearrange her insides or anything, but it felt...

Nice. Just nice.

"Fuck me hard," she said. She didn't like asking, and she sure as hell wasn't going to beg. If he knew she needed it, she couldn't use sex to control him.

He grabbed her hips and started thrusting. In, out. Her slick pussy made it easy, and his cock made little squelching noises. He leaned down to suck at her tits.

That was nice, too.

She reached down and rubbed her clit.

"I can do that, if you like," Peter said, unlatching.

"I've got it." It was good when men cared, but she knew exactly the right pressure to use.

His thrusting alone, and playing with her tits, was never going to get her off. She needed to cum, needed to prove to herself that she didn't need a demon lover.

He fucked harder. She rubbed faster.

"I'm close," he told her.

"Hold off." Why wasn't she getting there? She liked fucking, and he was doing an adequate job. She always got an extra thrill out of doing it with someone who wasn't her husband, too. His secretary being just outside excited her. But somehow it hadn't got her an orgasm yet.

Damn Malphas and his big red cock.

The moment she thought of him, she knew what she had to do. She closed her eyes and pretended it was him fucking her. Peter didn't feel like him. He didn't stretch her like Malphas's huge dick had. But she could pretend. And she could rub faster.

"I'm holding off," Peter said, groaning.

"Do that. And be quiet. I'll tell you when." With his voice, it was harder to pretend she was getting fucked by a big red man with horns. Harder to pretend she was being stretched and filled by a big red cock. She imagined him grabbing her hips, and taking what he wanted from her. She imagined him cumming, not asking first but just flooding her pussy with hot jizz, and it pushing her over the edge...

She started cumming. "Now," she managed to say, remembering Peter.

He let go, spewing his seed into her spasming pussy. It probably all took seconds, but it felt like - well, it felt like a few more seconds than it probably took.

"That was amazing," he told her.

"That was... nice," she said.

He pulled out. "You're on the pill, right?"

"Yes," she said. Little late to ask now.

"Good."

She reached over and found his pile of clothes, then used his boxers to wipe her pussy. "You'll remember me all day," she told him.

He grinned.

She reached for her clothes and started putting them on. He did the same, putting the messy boxers on first.

"What can I do for you, Brenda?" Peter asked.

"Just bank me a favor," Brenda said. As if the only reason she would have sex with someone was because she needed something from them. Well, it was usually true. She needed more than Peter could provide. More thannice.

A few minutes later, she was dressed. She pulled a compact out of her purse and adjusted her makeup and fluffed her hair a little. She didn't think she looked too freshly fucked. It wasn't like fucking a demon, after all.

"Bye, Peter. See you soon."

"Brenda," he started, but she wasn't interested in whatever he was going to say. She walked out, past his admin.

"All done, Mrs. Carville?" Tammy asked.

"Yes."

"That was quick."

Brenda looked at her. Did she know? She supposed she normally spent more time talking to Peter about what she wanted, because the sex this time had lasted longer, if anything. It only took her a minute to make him cum using her tits.

This had taken at least two, she thought.

Malphas lasted a lot longer. She shook her head and kept walking. She couldn't keep thinking about him like that. It wasn't healthy, and it wouldn't help her stay away from him.

#

Brenda Carville was not the only woman in Shadow Creek with demon cock on the brain. There was her daughter Alice, of course, and her best friend Saffy Harwell, who had heard of Alice's adventures with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. There was Devoted, the priestess at the Church of the Infernal Angels, and Wanda Gonzales, the librarian who worked across the street, both of whom were getting the demon dick that Alice, Brenda, and Saffy were not, and were kept reminded of the fact by a continual ache from being thoroughly fucked by a very large cock. And there was Arnold Fromm, who had a similar ache in his jaw and his ass from being pounded by Lilitu's hard shaft.

And finally, Jane Thurston. Jane hadn't seen a demon cock; not live, anyway. She'd seen pictures, and had watched pornographic videos of demons in action with her husband, Lewis. But while she was shopping for groceries, she was thinking about big red cock because Lewis had given her a hall pass.

She had no intention of using that hall pass, which was for demon cock only. Having sex with another man, especially a man more endowed that Lewis, seemed like a threat to her marriage. It was nice of Lewis, of course. He'd heard all the stories about how sex with a demon was the best sex ever. He'd also heard the stories about how women who had demon lovers tended to lose interest in the kind of sex human men could provide, and yet he was willing to take that risk so Jane could have an ecstatic experience. Lewis was a good man, and a wonderful husband. That was how she'd taken it at first.

Now she wasn't sure. Lewis got awfully turned on by those videos. Maybe it wasn't about her getting to experience the joys of big red cock, but about Lewis wanting to imagine her being fucked by a demon. Or maybe, most likely, it was a bit of both.

She picked up an avocado and squeezed it lightly. Was it fresh? Avocados were inscrutable, and while she trusted her judgment about fruit in general, she always second-guessed avocados.

"Can you tell if they are fresh?" A woman's voice asked. "I never can. I just grab whatever, because they are always too soft or too hard when I get them home anyway. It's for guacamole, if that makes a difference."

"Oh," Jane replied. "I'm bad at it. But I can..." she turned and looked at the other woman, and her jaw dropped. She didn't finish her sentence, which would have ended with, "try for you, if you're willing to take your chances."

The woman talking to her was well over six feet tall, and her skin was candy-apple red. Horns spiraled up from her head. She wore a black dress that seemed more suitable to a cocktail bar than a grocery store, although it was perfectly decent, just short and a little cleavage-y, with bare arms. Muscular bare arms, especially for a woman, but somehow still very feminine. Very long, very toned legs. Large, firm breasts. Silky black hair that hung well past her shoulders.

She was beautiful. Exotic, of course. Most women didn't have red skin, a tail, or horns.

"Sorry," the woman said. "I have that effect on people. I'm Lilitu."

"Jane," Jane replied automatically.

"Nice to meet you, Jane. Would you pick out an avocado for me?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Lilitu smiled. "Why not, indeed."

Jane squeezed a few avocados. This is surreal, she thought. Eventually she found one she thought would do. "Here," she said. "I think this will be good. I can't always tell."

"Well, if you're right over fifty percent of the time, that's better than me." Lilitu took the green fruit and put it in her basket, next to a couple of bright red hot peppers. Ghost peppers. "Thank you."

Jane wondered if those were for the guac, and if so, she didn't want to have any. They were nearly the same color red as Lilitu's skin. Maybe she was too hot, too. "You're very welcome."

"A lot of people," Lilitu said, "wouldn't want to be even seen speaking to me."

Jane smiled nervously. "I suppose that's so." Jane resisted the urge to look around to see who was watching her. It was hard to look the woman in the eye, though. For one thing, her eyes were so high up, it hurt the neck. But they had an intensity to them, as well. But to look down meant she'd be staring at the woman's chest, and that wouldn't do, either.

"Even," Lilitu said very quietly, "People who might go to the Church on Saturday."

"Especially people who go to church, I imagine," Jane said, and then understood Lilitu's meaning. Church onSaturday. The Church of the Infernal Angels, then. Was Lilitu hinting she knew Jane had been there? She'd stayed in the back, and she'd slipped out without meeting Malphas. She hadn't seen Lilitu there at all, and she'd be hard to miss.

She had made sure, both when she arrived and when she left, that no one on the street was watching. She figured the other congregants, for lack of a better word, were in a state of mutually assured destruction. They wouldn't talk about seeing her there, because they wouldn't want her to talk about seeing them. Maybe Lilitu was just hinting in general terms about hypocrisy. It was hard to be sure.

But Jane knew that her reply, which had been about Sunday churchgoers, seemed pretty weird. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that," she said, and then added, "I'm not afraid to be seen with you." Well, maybe a little bit.

Lilitu grinned. "Thank you, Jane."

A short, portly man wearing glasses waddled over. He had a name badge that pronounced him Thomas Dalton, Manager. "Is this, er, woman disturbing you, Mrs. Thurston?"

"Oh no, Mr. Dalton," Jane said quickly. "We're just talking."

"I see," said Dalton, who tried to look down over his glasses at Lilitu, and ended up just looking up, instead.

"What precisely would you do about it if I was?" Lilitu asked, with a voice that suggested more curiosity than threat.

"Well, I -" He dropped his voice. "I've had two customers leave already. I don't want any trouble."

"You won't get any," Lilitu said. "I'm just doing my shopping. I'll get some chips and then I'll leave. Which aisle?"

"Seven."

Lilitu nodded. "I was enjoying our conversation, Jane."

"Well," Jane said, surprising herself. "If you aren't getting anything that needs to be refrigerated or frozen, why don't you come over to my house and we can continue it." The idea of Lilitu being given the bum's rush from the grocery store made her angry.

"Really?"

"Sure," Jane said, wondering if it was such a good idea. Thomas would almost certainly talk about it, and she didn't want that. But even so, she felt like it was right to take some kind of stand.

Lilitu smiled. "I'll do just that," she said. "But don't worry... Mr. Dalton, is it? I'll finish my shopping and leave. I'll wait outside for my friend Jane here to finish hers."

"In front of the store?" Dalton asked.

"Well yes, I suppose so."

"Where people will see you as they drive up?" Dalton asked.

"I suppose they might notice me."

Dalton paled. "Take all your time shopping in the store you like. No need to, er, finish faster than your friend Jane." He shot Jane a look, and then asked, "Is there anything I can help you find?"

Well, he wants me to move along too, then, thought Jane. "No, I'm sure I'll find everything," Jane said. "No need to bother yourself."

"Oh, it's no bother," Dalton said. "None at all."

"I need to get ice cream," Jane said to Lilitu. "You get your chips and I'll meet you at the checkout?" She had intended to buy more, but continuing to shop with people staring didn't appeal to her.

So she got some Jeni's, and gave her address to Lilitu.

On the way back, she wondered why Lilitu didn't do her grocery shopping in human form. All demons, from what she read, could transform themselves back into their original human state. That ought to let Lilitu do her grocery shopping inconspicuously. Perhaps Lilitu, for whatever reason, hadn't wanted to be inconspicuous. Or perhaps she hadn't brought a change of clothes that fit her human form, or had a good place to change into them.

Fifteen minutes after she put the ice cream in the freezer, the doorbell rang. She opened it to see Lilitu.

"I thought I'd drop my groceries off," Lilitu explained. "Give you a chance to get settled."

So Lilitu had a place in the general vicinity of Shadow Creek, not more than fifteen minutes out of the way to the Thurston home. Well, she figured that the demons that had been seen in town were at least somewhat local. Jane stepped back to let Lilitu in.

If she had been completely honest with herself, she would have had to admit that she didn't want Lilitu out on the porch, where she could be seen by anyone driving by, for longer than necessary. Their place was on the outskirts of Shadow Creek, which meant their neighbors weren't very close, so it was less likely they would be seen by their neighbors than by a passer-by.

She felt bad for even worrying about it. They were good enough to watch porn of, but not good enough to invite into your house without worrying about the neighbors? That was messed up. That wasn't who she wanted to be.