COLE AND THE DEMON EPISODE 17 AND 18
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Her voice beckoned him. Cole had control of his
body but he stepped forward anyway. His brain
told him he would die if he f—-d her, but his
d–k said do it anyway. Her pheromones
overpowered his ability to think. He stood in front
of the sexy vixen, still being f—-d by her two
“Pull your c–k out, Cole. Don’t be shy,” Zafira
Cole unzipped his fly. His throbbing member
sprang forth, relieved to be free of the confines of
his trousers. He was fully erect and of admirable
size and girth.
“Mmm, that looks tasty!” Zafira breathed, licking
her lips with her forked tongue.
He knew what she wanted him to do. He knew
what would happen if he put his c–k in her
mouth. His balls ached like they never had before.
They wanted, no, they needed release.
“Let me suck you, Cole,” she beckoned. “It will be
the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
Cole’s hand slid up and down his s—t. The
pleasure he gave himself was better than any of
the too-many other times he spent stroking
himself to Internet p–n after a long day’s work.
Wait. Other times? That’s it!
“No,” Cole replied.
Zafira stopped, surprised by Cole’s sudden
“You said my soul is pure, but I’ve masturbated
many times in my life. That must mean that
jerking off isn’t a sin. If I let you suck me off, it
would be lust, thus corrupting my soul and
allowing you to take it.”
Cole stroked his c–k several feet in front of
Zafira, never moving closer. He pumped his c–k
with the energy of a teenager.
Zafira smiled wickedly. “Oh, you clever, dirty boy!
You teasing me like that makes me so wet!”
The added arousal made Zafira’s horns grow
from her head; her large black bat wings extended
to their fullest. Her two slaves t—-t in and out
of her so fast that a normal man’s lungs would
collapse. Her eyes, now bright red, stared into
Cole’s while he kept stroking his c–k. He was
unfazed by her demonic appearance. Her beauty
was eerily enhanced. The horns, the wings, and
now the tail that wrapped around the throat of
the man behind her — oh yes, she was
But still a demon.
Cole let out a bestial roar when he reached the
edge. Zafira screeched loudly like a banshee, her
o—-m in full force, her energy magnetic. The two
men moaned, unable to hold it back any longer.
They sent their seed deep inside both of Zafira’s
hungry holes while Cole shot his flying into the
air towards her. Like a vacuum, she s—-d in
every drop of Cole’s c-m, never allowing a single
drop to touch the ground.
Cole saw at first hand what happened when
Zafira consumed a soul. The two men rapidly
shriveled and shrank like raisins under a merciless
hot sun. Their eyes dried to fine powder. Their
hair turned pure white. Their skin darkened and
collapsed around their bones. Their lifeless
components fell silently to the ground.
Unsure of what to do, Cole stood dumbfounded
with his c–k still protruding into open air, aimed
at the unseen horizon.
“Mmm…” Zafira stood. She folded her wings
behind her. “It has been centuries since I’ve
tasted the c-m of a pure soul. Such a sweet
dessert after a large meal like this.” She looked
intently at Cole’s c–k, still in the open. A small
dollop of c-m hanging from the tip of Cole’s
penis slowly floated through the air to the tip of
Zafira’s forked tongue.
Cole quickly put his c–k back into his trousers.
“Now what are we going to do about them? We
can’t leave their bodies here for the CPD to find.
Cops don’t like unexplained corpses.”
Zafira flashed Cole a smile. She raised her hands
and clicked her fingers. In an instant, the bodies
of the two men ignited like rags soaked in
gasoline. The fire burned with such intensity that
Cole had to step back for his face hurt from the
heat. The bodies were charred beyond recognition
The flames slowly dissipated. Zafira calmly knelt
down, puckered her lips and blew air from her
mouth. The charred corpses disintegrated into
ash, blowing through the air until there was
literally no trace there ever had been two men.
She pointed at the pistol on the ground where she
tossed it earlier. She snapped her fingers again.
The steel weapon crumbled into rust.
“Ashes to ashes,” Zafira said, winking at Cole.
Zafira walked casually to her dress puddled on
the ground. Her tail, wings, and horns all returned
inside her body, leaving just a tattooed nude
beauty in the moonlight.
“So where were we?” Zafira said as she slipped
her dress back on.
Cole stood motionless, trying to sort out all that
had just transpired. He was almost mugged, then
he watched two guys f–k Zafira, and have their
souls ripped from their bodies, then set on fire
and vanish without a trace. All of that, while
experiencing the best o—-m he had ever given
She stood in front of Cole and clicked her fingers
in front of his eyes. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
“Oh! Um. We were discussing terms. I think.”
She gave him a stern look. “It’s decision time,
Cole. Do you agree to our deal, or not?”
Cole paused for a moment. He knew she had
powers that he didn’t yet fully understand. He
also knew he had no one to turn to for help in
finding Maria’s killer. What choice did he really
“Okay, I’ll do it.” he replied.
“Great!” Zafira said, jumping up and hugging Cole.
“If you are certain of your answer, then kiss me.
It’s how we succubi seal these types of
He was hesitant, but he leaned forward and gave
Zafira a small peck on the lips.
“You call that a kiss?” she scolded.
“Fine.” Cole leaned in and kissed her passionately
Their lips pressed together and fireworks
exploded in Cole’s mind. The way her kiss felt
was unlike anything he had ever experienced with
Maria, which he was ashamed to admit to
“That was much better. I’m actually impressed,”
“Thanks, I guess.” Cole said.
Zafira looked at herself. “Whew, I’m sweaty and
dirty from all that. I need a shower. Thankfully,
my lair isn’t far from here. Care to walk me
Cole nodded. There were still things he didn’t
understand, plenty more that he needed to
discuss with her. Visiting her lair would be a good
place to start.
And so they walked, Zafira’s arm around Cole’s
back and her head rested on his shoulder.
Here we are!” Zafira said.
“Here? But there’s nothing here.” Cole was
puzzled. A concrete wall?
They were under one of Chicago’s many
overpasses. The traffic roar was deafening. The
fetid space showed no sign that anyone had been
down here for quite some time. Moldy piles of
litter and debris lay scattered across the uneven
ground. This looked like home-sweet-home for a
Zafira gave Cole a sultry smile. “Looks can be
deceiving. You should know that by now.”
She placed her hand to the concrete wall. It
responded vividly to her touch. Purple glyphs
glowed like bright street signs and spun on the
wall in a psychedelic clockwise whirl. The glyphs
became a portal, a gateway, which opened to
reveal a hidden room.
Without a word, Zafira stepped through the
“Hey! Wait!” Cole shouted after her. He had better
follow her before it closed, he thought.
Cole took a running start and jumped into the
glowing wall. On the other side, he fell flat on his
face. He looked up and saw he was in a large
room. The roar of traffic was gone, replaced by a
soft string quartet melody from an unknown
Cole stood and surveyed his surroundings. It was
not what he had expected to see in a demon’s
lair. The room was clean and elegant. It was like
an upscale studio apartment, aside from the lack
of windows. A dignified leather couch faced a
glowing fireplace. Two leather armchairs stood
Across the room he saw a modern kitchen with a
high quality brushed-steel appliance set: French-
door refrigerator; gas range with oven and
microwave; over-sized dishwasher. Shiny kitchen
utensils hung over a clean granite countertop. He
wondered why a demon needed a kitchen.
In the corner to his right he saw a large glassed-
in shower stall with multiple shower heads. The
space was large enough for a group of friendly
people. In the far corner was a king-plus-size
canopy bed with pink mosquito netting, perfectly
made-up with a red comforter on top and large
Zafira stood on one foot in front of him. She
shucked off her knee-high black boots, one at a
time, and then peeled away her sheer black
stockings. She slipped out of her designer leather
jacket and little black cocktail dress without any
regard for Cole viewing her impossibly beautiful
naked body. The wings on her back folded
outward and stretched the length of her couch,
then relaxed behind her. Her horns were fully
extended. Her tail dangled to the floor.
“Ah!” she sighed, stretching her exquisite limbs.
“It’s good to be home. I don’t have to worry
about keeping up appearances here.”
Even though this was not the first time Cole had
seen her naked, or even the second, he was still
in awe of her. She would be the perfect model for
any high-fashion magazine — if not for her large
blood-dark wings, curved rigid horns, and long
black slinky tail.
“Make yourself at home,” Zafira said, relaxing on
the couch. She stretched her legs comfortably.
Cole decided to inspect her dwelling. He
approached the refrigerator but hesitated opening
it. “What do succubi drink or snack on?” Cole
asked himself. He pulled the French doors open —
to find absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. It
was well-stocked with fresh fruit and vegetables,
cases of soda in the bottom, various condiments,
and even ice cream in the freezer.
“Were you expecting severed heads and leech
extract in there?” Zafira asked, giggling to herself.
Abeg my people wetin demon dey use kitchen and refrigerator dey do … Lol
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