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Being Familiar With A Witch

A novella of erotic romance by

SAPPHIRE PHELAN

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Prologue
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lords shouldnt leave their ladies unattended and waiting for me. It makes the game entirely too easy. But, Im glad for the human males warring all the time. Charun Adramelch grinned as he teleported, naked, into the bedchamber of the sleeping wife of one of the many lords of the Romanian leader, Vlad the Impaler. She had been without her husband for six months now, due to the ongoing war between the Romanians and the Turks. Thank the Evil One for Vlads impatience to kill the Turks. That made it so easy for Charun to enter the bedchambers of anxious, horny wives. Without their husbands and lovers to scratch their itches, Charun and his Incubus brethren proved eager to do the loving the mortal women missed. He sniffed the air, catching the fragrance of her sex. So delicious. Yes, definitely ready to be fucked. Another soul ripe for plucking, just like forbidden fruit from a tree. He licked his lips and his cock twitched. It jutted out, the head glistening with precum. He stamped on clawed feet. The woman rolled over in bed, restless. The fur that covered her lowered to expose plump breasts and nipples hard as pebbles. Charun growled in anticipation. He knew what made her that way, for he could see into her dreams. She dreamed of her husband, who stalked her with erotic purpose. Dreamed of the first time he took her. The human male was tall and swarthy, with long dark hair streaked with gray. The mans eyes gleamed with lust as he bent his naked wife over and inserted his organ into her tight, wet hole. Charun reached down to touch himself, his claw-tipped thumb pricking the velvet-hard flesh. It grew harder and longer, if that could be possible. Being an Incubus, that was very much possible. He loved watching sex-drenched dreams of mortals.

Humans thought Incubi and Succubi were the real reason behind their lustful, nasty nightmares. Truth was, humans didnt need the prodding of demons. Humans did it pretty well on their own. But, it was still fun for an Incubus to help speed things along, especially since he could be the star in this oversexed females dreams. Charun grinned. The sexy dream this woman was having made him want to take her now, hard and fast. Bela, she called out, throwing off the furs that had kept her warm. A different kind of heat warmed her. The flush of her need deepened the color of her flesh and she parted her legs wide, revealing the promise of moist delight from within. The blast of it sent its vibrations over to him. His penis hardened even more in anticipation. It twitched like a living thing, as eager for pussy as he was. His magic washed over Charun and he shifted forms, becoming her husband. His grin widened. More beads of precum coated the head of his organ. He could almost taste her pussy cream. Her arousal wafted to his nostrils, and he licked his lips again as he moved forward. Stop, Incubus! He ran right into the outstretched hand of Jacokb, head of the demon Familiars. Taller but slimmer than Charun, he was in a handsome human male form and dressed in a blue tunic that reached his booted ankles. Long, blond hair fell past his shoulders, and he had pale blue eyes. The Familiar leader stuck his chin out and stared hard at Charun. He lowered the hand down to his side when he realized that Charun wasnt going any further. Charun flared his nostrils as he peeped over Jacokbs shoulder to look at the sleeping woman. He knew that the Familiar could see the fire of lust blazing in his eyes. Let me go, Jacokb, he said with a growl. Time to take you away from temptation, Incubus. One moment they stood in the bedchamber, the next Charun found himself in a room, far down in the bowels of Hell. Decorated with tasteful furniture and artwork on the walls, it was opulent in it splendor. Jacokb motioned with a hand to a chair in front of a large

desk. Charun thumped down in it and, sweeping his gaze down at his body, saw he was a demon once more and no longer aroused, his cock flaccid. Grumpy and staring at Jacokb, he saw the Familiar in demon shape, too. Still dressed in that damn tunic. Was the sissy demon afraid to show his naked self to an Incubus, thinking maybe Charun would jump his bones? Not that that wasnt a bad idea. No, he didnt have the taste for a male today. Not with the aroused scent of the human female still in his nostrils. Or, maybe Jacokb thought his rod wouldnt measure up to an Incubuss. Charun grimaced. He didnt want to be here, he wanted to be with that female and feeling the lust again. What the hell did the damn Familiar want with him? Sitting down behind the desk, his clawed hands clasped together, Jacokb said, I am offering you a proposal. This couldnt be good. Charun narrowed his eyes. What kind of proposal? To join the Familiar ranks. Leave the Incubus life. Charun snorted. Give up lots of sex given freely to me? By both females and males in the mortal realm? Not likely. He turned away and crossed one leg over the other. Stupid, asexual Familiar. Oh, I think you would give up all for a chance at this mortal. Jacokb waved his hand and a rectangle of smoke appeared, swirling in front of Charuns eyes. It parted, revealing the lovely oval-shaped face of a mortal woman. She had lovely blonde hair, long and soft, and eyes as green as springtime grass. Charuns cock grew harder and longer than ever in his immortality just by looking at her face. He had never felt as excited before, even as a sexually experienced Incubus. The need to fuck worsened. It filled his body like a pain that ached so terribly, and for the first time he knew what dying was. He whipped around and dug his claws into the desk, scarring the wood. He stood partially. I want her, he growled. Now. Jacokb laughed and the image dissipated. He leaned back in his chair, rocking lightly. She wont be born for several centuries yet. And shes not for an Incubus to spoil. No, she will be for you as a Familiar,

losing her virginity to you on Samhain in the future, becoming a witch. But, if you choose to stay Incubus you will never get within a breath of her. Ever. Do you understand? Then why show her to me? Charun sat back down. He still saw her face in his mind. Hells bells, those eyes of hers. They bewitched him. Made his balls tighten, ready to come right then. Spill himself like some newly made Incubus. Hed always thought it amusing how teenage mortal males came so easily their first time, but now he understood. Uncomfortable with the agony, he shifted in his seat, trying to make things better, even if for a tiny bit. It didnt help, though. He had a terrible feeling that it never would again. The other demon smiled. I can smell your desire for this mortal. It reeks from your pores. You will have to wait for her, but I promise the wait will be worth it. Long as you do the waiting as her Familiar. Otherwise, she will never be yours. Charun was suspicious. Why me? Why not another demon, or one of the Familiars you already have? Arent Familiars supposed to be pure for the potential witch? As an Incubus of two centuries Ive had too much sexual experience to surely be considered. The Familiars in my employ all have had their witch or are waiting for the one promised to them in their future. Oh yes, I can tell you those without a witch yet would fight you tooth and nail for her, even if she isnt their witch. The scent of a potential witch fills all unmated Familiars with sexual heat. But her virginity must be broken by youI have foreseen this. You are the one coded to her DNA. There is a great and terrible war coming. Demons will be led by one of the masters of this place. They will try to conquer the mortal realm and steal every soul for Lucifer. Only you and she will be able to stop it. Charun leaped to his clawed feet, snarling. You want to go against the head Fallen Angel himself? What are you, Heavens boy? No, its just not time for the mortal realm to be taken over. Theres a coming war between Heaven and Hell, good and evil, but it cannot be until the end of time. Then, and only then, can the final Armageddon happen. I see inside you the great potential to be a Familiar, despite your nasty penchant for readily

embracing your Incubus. See the mortal woman again. Then decide. The witchs image flashed before Charunnot just her face, but her body, too. She wore a short dress, yellow with blue flowers. Laughing, she twirled around in the sunshine, her hands clutching a bouquet of flowers. The skirt of her dress rose a few inches up her thighs, teasing him with the promise of the bountiful treasure hidden from him. But her seductive, feminine scent wafted from her image as if she really stood before him, tantalizing his nostrils. Suddenly, all the females he had fucked over the centuries, and even the one he had almost done tonight, no longer held appeal. He wanted to be the first to sink his cock inside her moist warmth, breach her virginal barrier, and lick her luscious, soft skin. He would be the only one to know her unique scent, not only from her skin, but from her moist pussy. To taste her nectar would be as close to Heaven as he would ever get. Mine. Irrational, considering she was the witch and he would just be her Familiar. He would be hers. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her. Any other demon that dared to put even the tip of one claw on her would be torn to bits. She was his. Totally. He stared at Jacokb as the vision vanished. His nostrils flared and his chest heaved. Unashamed, he roared as he came, his seed splashing against the side of the desk. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself. Then he looked at Jacokb. The other Familiar had ignored his lost of control. She is mine. Do not dare to give her to another, for I will tear you and him to shreds. Jacokb smiled as he seemed to understand. Charun had chosen his destiny. So be it. You are now a Familiar. The change washed over Charun. He embraced it. No regrets for losing his Incubus life. The woman was worth everything. A light covered him and he felt its warmth. When it dissipated he no longer was an Incubus, but a Familiar. Then he disappeared to his new chambers to wait for his witch. It would be a long wait, and he would be using his hand a lot to relieve himself of sexual need that dreams of her would bring. Already his craving for her filled him again, and he circled

his hand around his staff, preparing to stroke it. Too late, the thought of her was enough to come as he shot his seed against the pristine walls of his chamber. With a shudder, he dropped to his knees and cried out his raging desire. Hells bells, how long did he have to wait? Once again, his rod lengthened and grew hard as a rock. And once again, he gripped it and began the motions of the only relief he could get. No doubt, he would paint the walls of his chamber with his liquid need over and over. Time became his enemy.

Chapter One
The Twenty-First Century It had been hard, waiting for his witch to be born. Centuries dragged on, slow as the tortoise that raced the hare in the fable. Initially, Charun remained in his quarters. He still felt the need to masturbate, but as enough years went by, he developed better control over it. As an Incubus hed had total control of his body, and losing that as a Familiar had been embarrassing, especially in Hell where other demons made fun of him. For the first century he got into more fights than an unruly boy in a schoolyard. One day, curiosity got the better of him and he used a large mirror that hung on the wall in his place to check out what was happening in the mortal realm. A few words of magic in demon tongue and, in shock, he discovered that a few centuries had passed since the Dark Ages on Earth. At first, the advancements of humans overwhelmed him, but then he grew intrigued with the changes and wanted to experience it all for himself. It might not be for long, as he was sure that Jacokb would send some demons after him, but even a few minutes in the mortal realm would be worth his transgression. He transported himself to a place called Virginia. It was one of thirteen British colonies, and he found himself smack dab in the middle of the Revolutionary War. Using human form, it had taken him a while to get acclimated, but he joined the side of the Colonists and helped them gain freedom from Englands grip. Surprisingly, no fiend from Hell came after him to drag him back down there, and he remained in the mortal realm, changing locales over the years when he realized that humans would notice he didnt age. The centuries flew by and he took different jobs and learned

many things. He changed names like a suit of new clothes every several years. Unlike as an Incubus, he found living as a Familiar among mortals fascinating, and that he liked them. Because of this, it made him more and more determined to stop any Armageddon from happening. He discovered from Jacokb, who one day appeared to him, that his Armageddon was the thirteenth one, just one in a long line until the final one. He had helped in the twelfth battle that happened just before the American Civil War. Unfortunately, though the side of good had won, the witch prophesized for that Armageddon had died, his Familiar mysteriously vanishing after his death. He remembered that battlehe had been fighting in his demonic form several yards away from the witch, Abraham. Abraham had magicked up a sword of fire and had just thrust it through the chest of an ice demon when Byleth, the demon who instigated Armageddon, leaped from his chariot and slashed out his claws, cutting off Abrahams head. Too late, Abrahams Familiar, Balam, rushed to his lovers side. Cradling the body, he gently picked up the head with his left clawed hand. Just as he was about to press his lips to the dead witchs ones, Byleth uttered a spell and Balam vanished. Then with a nasty laugh, the demon and his forces transported away, back to Hell. Once again, Byleth had won. Charun shuddered as it brought home what could happen to him and his witch. Destiny could be a real bitch sometimes. By 1984, he was working in a magical shop in Manhattan. As he reached up to put away a glass jar of dried herbs on a shelf behind the counter, something like lightening struck his heart. Clutching his chest, he groaned. The jar slipped from his hand and fell to the linoleum with a resounding crash. Glass scattered all over and, after the pain resided, he grabbed a broom and swept it all up, depositing the pieces into a trashcan. Then he walked over to the front door, turned the Were Closed sign around, locked the door, and went into the back of the shop. Locking up, he left the building through the back door and stood outside in the alley, ready to blink himself out of there. His witch had finally arrived. He knew it within his heart and he danced, giddy as a schoolboy on the first day of summer

vacation. An urge came over him, telling him to rush to a hospital in Omaha, Nebraska, where she had just been born. Just when he was about to do so, a whirlwind appeared and Jacokb stepped out and latched onto Charun. No, you cannot go to her yet. It is not time. Charun struggled. Let me go. I dont care, my witch is here. He couldnt get free of Jacokbs strong grip, though. Its too soon, Jacokb told him. Give her twenty-one years to grow up, and then she will be ready for you. But not until then. Charun stared into Jacokbs eyes and saw the pity and understanding in them. The other Familiar understood what he was going through. Charun looked away. He didnt need any of this from Jacokb. He just needed his witch. Only then would his pain be eased and his needs met. Jacokb said, I understand. Really, I do. But shes only a babe, not ready for a mating between you two. Like I said, give her twenty-one years to grow up. Youll see. Her scent will let you know she is ready. He dropped his hand. Charun shuddered. He calmed himself. It was hard, though. His cock had gone ramrod hard when his witch came into this world. The instinct inside of him wanted her. No, demanded him to go to her. But, Jacokb was right. The timing was wrong. He couldnt take a baby. That was so wrong and disgusting. Even as an Incubus he had never trifled sexually with a child. He knew other demons that didnt care and did so, but it had always bothered him. Ill wait, he said with a sigh, looking at Jacokb. Im heading back to my chambers down in Hell. He frowned. They are still there, arent they? Theyre still there for you, Charun. Good. I need a cold shower. Hells bells, I can see twentyone years worth of cold showers to come. Charun teleported himself to his quarters, right into the shower stall. Thank the Dark Lord of Hell that he had magicked it from Earth some years ago. Instead of electricity, it ran by demonic magic, and he was able to get both cold and hot water from it. The shower came on and freezing cold water shot down on him. Blinking his clothes away, he remained beneath the

water and began to stroke himself. Unlike the other times, it proved harder to get relief for his rampant hardness fighting to stay that way. He dropped to his knees and touched the wet surface with his forehead, his hand still holding his staff. Hells bells, another twenty-one years, he said with a groan.

Chapter Two
Tina tottered across the school playground to join the crowd of children surrounding the two kids playing jacks. She forced her way between one chubby boy in blue pants that barely fit him and a dirty T-shirt and her best friend, Melanie Gonzales. She saw that the champion was Daisy Jax, a girl bigger than all of the third graders in her class. Daisy had been held back twice and was mean. She liked to beat up anyone smaller than herself. It looked like she had forced Jimmy Potter to play jacks with her. Tina noticed the boys shaking hand as he opened his grubby fist and dropped the jacks onto the cement. He was first to try and pick them up, but fumbled the tiny ball and missed the first jack. With a snicker, Daisy scooped up all the jacks but one. She missed it, but took a second turn and picked it up. She had cheated. She stared at Jimmy, a dare gleaming in her piggish eyes. He didnt say a word, just stood up and moved away. No one else dared to say that shed cheated. It was known on the playground and in the class to never become a satellite in the bullys orbit, otherwise she would beat you to a pulp. So those in the crowd stood silent and stared down at their feet, each one hoping that she or he wouldnt be picked. She swept her gaze around the mute faces, pausing at each one, until she halted at Tinas. Pointing a finger with a dirt-crusted fingernail, she snarled, You! Get down here. Youre next, Tina Epson. Quiet as a mouse, Tina sat down across from her. She scooped up the jacks and opened her hand, sending them flying across the ground. Her vision blurred, then blacked out. A second later, her vision came back and she saw that she had every jack in her hand. Has it happened again? She moved her gaze from her hand and looked up to stare

dumbly at the angry girl. Murmurs filled the air and she heard the shuffling of feet moving away. No one wanted to be near her when Daisy began punching her. Daisy stood up and clenched her hands into fists. Youre dead, Tina Epson. You know the rules here. Only I get to win. Im bigger and meaner, and Im going to knock your block off. Tinas vision blurred again. Heat roared inside her body and every sound seemed muffled, like someone had plugged up her ears. Then she blacked out. Someone kept trying to wake her up, and Tina smacked at the offending hand shaking her shoulder. She just wanted to stay in bed. Go away, I wanna sleep, Mommy. Im not your mommy, Tina. Get off the ground, cause Mrs. Leigh is coming here fast. Tina sat up and rubbed her eyes. When she drew her fists away she saw Daisy laying unconscious several feet away. Frightened, she jumped to her feet. That was when she saw she was on the playground and not in her bedroom, and Mrs. Leigh was scurrying over to her, surrounded by all of Tinas classmates. She swept her gaze back to Daisy. Oh gosh, Melanie, what happened? Melanie shook her head. I dont know. One minute, Meanie Daisy was about to punch your lights out and the next, there was this big kaboom and she was over there, knocked out. As for you, you were laying down, asleep. It was weird. Whats going on here, demanded Mrs. Leigh as she bent over Daisy and shook her, then checked the girl over when she awoke. The teacher whipped her head around to stare at both Tina and Melanie. Well, someone answer me. Tell me what happened here. I dont know, said Tina. The teacher turned to Melanie. Melanie Gonzales, what did you see? Melanie shrugged, toeing a tiny rock on the playground. I didnt see anything, Mrs. Leigh. Mrs. Leigh got Daisy to her feet and led her away to the nurses office. Later, the class heard that an ambulance came and

took the girl away to the emergency room, where her parents met her. A week later when she returned she was quiet and no longer mean to the other kids. She kept to herself and, when they all graduated to fourth grade, none of the kids saw her again as she and her parents moved away to another state. Tina never had another weird incident like that happen to her again, but it left her with an unsettled feeling. Other strange little things did occur around her over the years. Objects would disappear and reappear somewhere else in the house. Milk spoiled when it had just been bought by her mother at the store. And cats would come to her, especially black ones, and not leave her alone. They followed her to school and hung outside the big glass window of her classroom, meowing and scratching at the glass. She didnt mind them, though, as she liked animals. She had friends, especially Melanie Gonzales, yet most of the kids stayed away from her as if she had the plague or something. She heard whispers that she had been nicknamed Bizarre Tina. It didnt help her get boyfriends, either, as that was when the strangest things happened. The worst of the boyfriend incidents was when she was making out with a guy in college, a guy she wanted really bad. John Simmons was in her Mythology class, tall and a real hottie. It seemed he shared the same thoughts about her and asked her out one day after class ended. They had gone to the movies, and afterwards parked on Danners Ridge. In college it was considered lovers lane and many a virgin had lost her or his virginity there. Tina felt it was about time to get her cherry popped. Half naked, John lunged over her as she lay on the back seat of his SUV. Tina touched the rippling muscles on his chest. She brought her mouth to a nipple and licked it. He shuddered. God, Tina, keep that up and youll undo me. He stared down at her. Really. Im ready to come in my jeans. She cupped the hard ridge pushing at the zipper of his pants. Is that so? I couldnt tell. He reached to pull the zipper down and free himself. Just as he got it halfway down, the zipper went back up, trapping the head of his penis. He screamed and reared up. His buttocks banged the closed vehicle door and he scrambled to open it up so

he could get out. When it swung open, he fell out and tumbled onto the dirt. Tina leaped out after him. The zipper refused to be zipped down, and John kept screaming. Embarrassed as other couples got out of their cars and came over to check out the trouble, even help, Tina dialed 911 on her cell phone. Her date was over, and the same for her deflowering. Though John returned to class, he avoided her. Apparently, he blamed her for his hurt male pride. Tina stayed away from men after that and worked hard to graduate from college. She came home and took a job at Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore, got a place to live, and moved out of her parents home. Her parents sold their house not long after and retired to Florida, leaving her alone, except for some friends. By the New Year, she had been at the bookstore for six months. Her friend Melanie had gotten a job there, too, and her life was dateless and her virginity still intact. Life couldnt be more boring and hellish. Happy New Year. Right. Just like a splinter in her skin.

Chapter Three
Waiting proved difficult for Charun to endure. It seemed hed waited forever for his witch to grow up. Where before the centuries zipped by, now the years crawled like some slow worm. He tried to keep busy, as he had for centuries, doing anything but thinking of her. It didnt work. Her image filled his thoughts, her scent curled up in his nose. Both tantalized him, teased him like a joke that only he got. He would seek her out in the mirror, just so he could watch her in her daily activities. He saw her growing up and learned things about her. Her kindness to animals, her friends, her parents, and grandparents. He saved her butt many a time, too. Like when a little bully named Daisy wanted to beat her up for winning at jacks. He reached across to her through the mirror and added his powers to her untapped ones, and the brat got knocked out. With pride, he saw that she was smart and did well in school. Shed won a scholarship to college and majored in English and Folklore. That amused him. Not even a witch yet and here she was, learning about beings like him. She loved children. She also loved Halloween, it being her favorite time of the year. Also amusing to him, she always seemed to costume herself like a witch. It seemed that deep inside, she knew herself to be a witch. The worse times were when the human males swarmed to her. Their lust slammed into him, finding its way through the glass. Jealous, he hated when their hands lingered on her shoulders, then his fury flared to unmanageable conditions when one of them would kiss her. He pressed his face to the mirrors glass surface and, not caring if he got punished for doing it, sent his magick out and did something nasty to each potential lover. It never got beyond a kiss then, except for one young man she met

in her Mythology class in college. Green with envy, he became attentive as John took her to the movies, then to park in what the humans called lovers lane. Rage filled him as the human male unzipped his pants and freed his organ. Oh, no. Not his witch. Hed give that mortal something for his lust. He chanted and words took form in the air. They drifted through the glass and ended up outside of the SUV. They disappeared into the car and forced the zipper back up, trapping the head of the humans cock in the teeth. Listening to the humans screams, Charun knew he wouldnt touch Tina ever again. Worried that he would be caught, Charun made the mirror just a mirror again and stared at his own reflection. Lucky for him, no one came to punish him. Other times, he didnt dare watch her in the mirror. His lustful needs washed over him like a raging fire out of control, and he would teleport to the shower. Miserable, he huddled on the floor in there for hours under the downpour of freezing cold water. If he didnt, the temptation would be too great and he might rush up to the mortal realm and claim her with his lips and body and cock. He hated it, but he spent many hours under that water, his hand fisted around a penis that demanded relief and spewed constantly. Though demons didnt need sleep, he forced himself to do it and hoped it would make his nights easier. It didnt. Dreams came and she starred in them, naked and teasing, smiling at him. Hed charge her, but an invisible wall emerged and kept them separate. Hed wake up with a bellow that shook the place. It seemed that even in his dreams, he couldnt have her. One time, though, he succeeded in getting past that barrier and to her, in his human form. He halted before her and swept his hot gaze over her form. Her scent wafted to his nostrils and he breathed it in. It went to his head like some drug, illegal but oh so wonderful. Fully aroused, he knelt at her feet, inches from her pubic hair. Closer to her smell, he grew even more painfully aroused. Full of need, he kissed her there, his mouth hard and fierce and demanding. Invisible energy flared, overlapping and mingling. Hers, mine, and ours, he thought with satisfaction. The

combined powers surged through him as if he was an electrical socket, and as if she felt it, too, she screamed. It added a dazzling dimension to the lovemaking in this dream about to happen. The next instant his mouth was on her thigh, caressing the soft skin there. Her fingers sank into his hair, trying to tug him back up along her body. He gazed up into her eyes. I cant take you and break your virginity, not yet, but Ill be dammed if I cant have a taste of your sweetness, now that I got to you. Tell me Im not alone in this, he ordered softly. He had found her tight, exquisitely sensitive clitoris and he used his tongue to flick at it. He felt her when she flew apart in a thousand glittering shards. Tell me, he said, sliding two fingers inside her moistness. He probed gently. Oh my God, I feel it, too. She yanked on his hair. He smiled, knowing she was abandoning herself to his intimate kiss. A second later he knew when her release was about to come. He kept his mouth on her and when she came in his hands, he drank her orgasm. Someone shrieked softly then. He realized it came from her mouth. Charun stood up, wiping at his mouth. He licked the remaining taste of her off his hand. With a smile, he bowed. Thank you for a prelude of your wonderful taste, he said. I cannot wait for the day when I will actually get to fuck you with my tongue. And even more so, when I will be able to fully sheath myself inside your honey-sweet moistness. Then he woke up. Sweaty, he shredded the sweat-soaked sheets with his claws. It had only been a dream, he thought, grumpy. Then he noticed a distinct taste of something in his mouth and, looking down, saw the big wet seeds of his orgasm staining his belly. He realized somehow he had found his way to her in his dreams and really had her. He fell back against his pillow and lay there, feeling good for the first time in centuries. It really hadnt been her, but at least it hadnt been his hand that gave him relief this time. He doubted that Jacokb would allow him to get to her again in his dreams. The next time would be when they were face to face.

One more year, and then it would not be through a dream they would come together. He stared up at the darkened ceiling with a shadow of a smile. Murmurs spread all over Hell and they grew louder and louder, until Charun couldnt help but hear them. There was talk of the prophecy, about the coming war. Armageddon. Demons said that they would kill the double-damned witch and that this time, Hell would beat Heaven. That the mortal realm would be Lucifers, and every mortal soul would be his to torture and threaten. Thirteen had always been a lucky number for demons. The word Armageddon was uttered from their lips like a benediction. Charun began to hate that word. One of the higher up lords in the demon hierarchy, Byleth, paid a visit to Charun. A smirk on his goaty lips, the demon propped a shoulder against the open doorway. A lit cigar appeared in the air and, not even asking Charun permission, he popped it between his teeth and took a puff. Smoke rings in the shape of witches on broomsticks hovered in front of his ugly face. They rose into the air, fading away, but the odor didnt,. Instead, it filled the place, coating the rugs and furniture. Charun grabbed a cloth and tried to get it out. Byleth whipped away the cigar and snickered, flicking a few ashes with a thumb. The time is coming, Familiar. Your witch is the next in line to die. Charun ignored him. He kept wiping the furniture in the room as if it was the most important thing to him. Deep down, though, he wanted to whip around and shove that nasty cigar down the other demons throat. No doubt, the nasty pig would love it. Maybe even get off on it. Charun had heard the rumors about the other demon. Rumors? In Hell, they usually were the truth. The other witches never made it and, well, everyone here in Hell knows what became of their Familiars, said Byleth, flicking a few more ashes from his cigar onto the rug. Charun stopped wiping but didnt turn around. I dont want to hear it, goat face. Ah, resorting to name calling, are we? Byleth strolled over to Charun and placed an arm around the Familiars shoulders. His clawed fingertips caressed Charuns skin, then

ripped a scratch across it. Charun shrugged off the arm. If the name fits. He looked at Byleth, trying to appear unconcerned. The scratch on his upper arm burned. Byleth planted his face into Charuns. And what would yours be? Witchs pet? Magic bitchs demon whore? And will she lead you around by your willing cock? Use it for a broomstick to ride across the moon? Charun stared at the other demon. At least a mortal woman wants mine. Isnt there a nasty rumor going around that no female, mortal or demonic, will let you put it into any hole of hers? Even a Succubus doesnt want you. Hells bells, your name is poison to Incubi, too. That is really bad when a sex demon doesnt want to be fucked by you. Byleth roared and became a small tornado. He whirled out of there, sending furniture and other things crashing into the walls. Charun dodged it all by magicking out of the room, then returning when it was safe to do so. A wave of his hand and the room became whole again, except one chair. He picked it up, righted it, and sat down, worried. Byleth was the worse of Big Ls dark angels. Charun jumped to his feet, the chair crashing to the floor. He wouldnt let that goat sucker touch his witch. Nothing, not even his immortality, would be worth it if she was killed. For if she died, then Hell would win this time around. Damnation, when would the right time get here? He hoped that Byleth or any of his minions didnt try to harm her before then. He paced from one end of the chamber to another. Still full of nervous energy, he sped out of the place, ending up in a bar that catered to demons and other supernatural creatures in Washington, D.C. Even though it was hard for any of his kind to get drunk, hopefully those spirits would banish the dark worries of his thoughts and worries. Settling on a barstool, he looked at the vampire bartender, ordering, Give me a whole bottle of vodka. It would be the first bottle of many. ****

A year later, Charun stood in front of the mirror on the wall and whispered a few words. The glass warped in and out, becoming something not unlike a television monitor. In it, he saw his witch working in the Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore, handing a bag of books over to a customer. Shes gorgeous, he whispered. He ached to reach his hand through the glass and finger the long, blonde strands of hair. He itched to stroke the skin of her face and see if it felt as soft as it looked. He took a few steps back, for if he didnt he would jam his head through the glass and kiss her on the lips. His cock expanded, growing longer and harder than ever before. Lust tore through him like a ravenous animal ready to devour its prey. The time had come. About time, too. Taking spirit form and not looking back, Charun rose from the bowels of Hell to the mortal realm. He touched ground just down the street from Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore and became a handsome, naked man. His staff waved before him like a proud, hissing snake, spitting even as precum beaded at the slit. He shook his head. No, it was too soon for him to assume the man form. He frowned, thinking. A cat! He would become a cat. That would dofor now. Just not a horny tomcat, as the pain of his arousal washed over him. He dodged into a nearby alley and worked his organ, biting his lips when he came. Withdrawing his hand from his flaccid penis and using the other to prop himself against the building, he spoke in demon, Denoch er nomonaty. A strange feeling slammed into him and he cried out as he dropped to his knees on the pavement. Thrusting out a hand against the ground so he wouldnt topple over, he began to metamorphose, growing smaller and smaller as he did. Black fur sprouted all over his body and head. His ears sharpened into points and shot up over his head, while his hands and feet became paws edged with sharp claws. Whiskers pinged out of his cheeks, and from his buttocks snaked a long tail. He hunched

over and then fell over onto his ass. Within seconds, his metamorphose completed, he was a black cat. Resisting the peculiar urge to wash his face, Charun stretched and rose onto all four paws. He padded over to a puddle of rainwater to inspect the change. He sat down and viewed his reflection. Not bad looking as far as cats went. Lifting a paw, he splashed his image. Then he trotted to the street and paused to sniff the air. He sneezed as the full force of odors hit him. A multitude of different things, from the smell of blasted sunshine to the grime of city life. The lack of moisture in the air revealed that it would not rain for days. The last time it had stormed was last week. He had arrived a day over. He needed heavy rain to make his first appearance to his witch, as a reason for her to feel sorry for him and take him in. From what he remembered, she would not leave any animal drowning in a torrential downpour. But, from all the viewing he did of her growing up, he knew she wasnt an impulsive person, either. She loved animals, but felt that she couldnt afford one right now in her life. He might end up in an animal shelter. This kind of operation needed the right things in place. Timing was important, too, even now. His witchs survival was the true equation here. If she died before he made her a witch, he knew the fate for Earth if the demons took over. There was the matter of his lust for her, too. Relieving it wouldnt be bad, either. He cocked his head and twitched his ears. He was a demon with strong magic. Closing his eyes, he let his magic surround him with a shimmering golden light. Lanoste. Na la por lestano. His fur stood on end, crackling. He widened his eyes as the magic burned within and outside with a violent heat close to atomic. It clenched his insides with an excruciating pain. He fell onto his side and barely noticed when it shot away from him, heading toward the blue skies. It dusted the few white clouds drifting along and they became obsidian and pregnant with rain. Still unsteady, he rolled onto his stomach and waited until the power quieted. Charun breathed in the rains odor and gave a Cheshire cat grin. He rose to his paws and padded off as the

sound of thunder vibrated in the air. Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, hed just turned their Doppler radar upside down.

Chapter Four
Some days it didnt pay to get out of bed. For Tina, it didnt pay even to get up for some weeks, never mind days. Worse, she didnt have the comfort of the erotic dreams she used to have, with the same sexy man who starred in them. Thank goodness, in a couple hours she would have the week off from work. Soon it would be Halloween, her most favorite holiday of all. Last week she had decorated her house, making both the front of her house and the yard spooky. Two unlit JackO-Lanterns sat on the steps of her front porch, their expressions empty of vivid lightuntil Halloween night, when she would stick a candle inside each one and, with a flick of a lighter, set them a glow. She had bought bags of candy a month ago in anticipation of the kids in costume. She always dressed as a witch. Though why she did, she never understood. It just it felt right for her to be costumed as a witch. Using a big metal cauldron she found years ago in an antique store, she would fill it to the brim with the candy and wait for the costumers to trip up the porch steps to her, uttering Trick or Treat! in loud, tinny voices. She would cackle and offer each child to take some goodies from her cauldron if they dared. The neighborhood looked forward to this every year, and the troop of children to her place grew each year. But even her favorite holiday didnt alleviate the problems at the bookstore today. She stopped daydreaming as the bell above the bookstore door rang. She grimaced as she saw the unhappy lines pinched in the face of the lady who stepped inside. A hat that should have been pert and cute sagged on top of mousy brown hair drawn back in a tight bun. The woman marched up to the counter and slapped a book down on the desk, hard. Tina frowned as she didnt like seeing books abused. Then the woman stabbed her finger repeatedly onto the book.

This was sold to me by one of the clerks here a week ago, promising it would make my husband amorous. The lady snorted as she glared from behind Coke-bottle glasses. All he did was read it for the dirty pictures as he called them, and then he fell asleep. She tossed the cash receipt at Tina. The paper drifted down to the counter, just an inch from falling off at the edge. I want my money back for this trash. Thats no problem at all, maam. Tina opened the cash register and withdrew some dollar bills and a few coins. She handed them over to the lady, who opened her purse and chucked it all inside. Then the lady stomped out of the bookstore, the door banging shut behind her and causing the bell to clang for a long time. Tina gave a sigh. After that, it seemed every nasty customer in the world had stepped into the place. Each one had a complaint. One man demanded the book he swore he called two weeks ago to order, but nothing was in the ordering forms for it. An elderly lady didnt like the racy and very erotic romance section wedged next to the sweet romances she normally bought. She claimed that the covers with the naked men gave her the flutters. Tina had noticed earlier that the lady stood in front of that section for quite a long while, but she didnt say anything, just uttered how sorry she was. She told her that they were romances, too, and her manager had wanted them there. Her nose in the air, the bag of four sweet romances tucked under an arm, the woman hobbled out of the store without a backward glance. A portly gentleman waddled in, wanting the latest thriller that had been advertised on a commercial on television last night. He couldnt understand when Tina explained that it wouldnt be out for another week. It had been on TV, so that meant it was out in his opinion. He clomped out, saying that the bookstore down the road was a better one anyway and always had what he wanted in stock. Tina just shook her head. There had been more of the same thing all day long. Finally, she saw the last customer to the door and, with a sigh, locked up. Then she staggered through the automated motions of locking up the cash in the safe in the back of the store, cleaning up the bookstore, putting back misplaced books and magazines, and dumping and cleaning out the coffee pot in the break room.

Grabbing her purse from her locker, she left by the back door, locked it, and then walked over to her car parked in back. The sound of thunder rumbled just then and she stopped to look up at the night sky, devoid of stars and the moon. She heard another blast of thunder. Saw a flash of lightening, too, as it lit up the area. Great. The news had been wrong last night when they reported that the last of rain had left the area. Hopefully, it wouldnt start until she made it home. She climbed in and started the engine. The car roared to life and she turned on her windshield wipers, thanks to the terrible storm that hit just then. She drove down the alley and into traffic. The rain came down in a torrential downpour, making her wipers work hard, but still she had problems seeing the road. It didnt help much that it was also night. So dark, lights from oncoming cars shimmered, and she took care to make sure she didnt weave over into their lane. The windshield fogged up from the humidity, and kept her wiping at the glass so she could see. Doing this for the umpteenth time, she didnt notice the cat, not until her car was almost upon it. It was black as a dark and stormy night, quoting a bad beginning to a book. The cats eyes shone in the brightness of her headlights, eerie like lamplights. She brought her car to a screeching halt, the cars tires skidding for a bit. Her chest smacked into the steering wheel and she bit her lip to keep from crying out from the pain. She jammed the car in park and, leaving the engine running, climbed out of it to check on the feline. She peered at the front of her car and under it, but no cat. The rain drenched her within seconds as she tried to see if she could find it in the immediate area. She couldnt see the dratted thing. Kitty, kitty, she called, here, kitty-kitty. Nice puss. Thinking that maybe it had gotten away and knowing the storm made it impossible to locate it, Tina opened the drivers side door and heard a plaintive meow. Something streaked past her and dove into the car. Freaked out, she screamed. Then she realized as she looked inside she saw a very wet black cat sitting on the bucket seat on the passenger side. It stared back at her with large, luminous eyes that seemed to glow. She got into the

car and shut the door behind her. She felt her seat become very wet from the water running off her, and she shivered from the cold. Attempting to wring out her wet hair, she stared at the cat as it settled down and began to dry itself with its tongue. She sighed. Well, I see I have a passenger. You can stay in here and ride with me to my house, but cat, you are not coming inside my place. Hear me? You can remain on my front porch until the rain stops. The cat appeared unconcerned and kept lashing its tongue over its wet fur, though the tail swished. Then it paused and looked up at her. She saw for the first time that it had very pretty yellow eyes, actually more the color of amber. They were large and round, eclipsing its face. For a minute, she seemed to drown in their depths. She blinked, breaking the spell. The cat ducked its head back down to its side and went back to drying itself. Its sharp ears perked up, twitching. Its purring filled the interior of her car. Tina took the car out of park and maneuvered it back onto the road. The downpour had calmed to a misting. She kept her eyes on the road, ignoring the smell of wet fur and how cold she felt. She would take an occasional glimpse of the cat from the corner of her eye and see that it was lying down and purring. It should have bothered her. After all, what stray cat would be so well behaved in a strange car, especially not in a cat carrier? Except, she accepted it all. It felt comfortable, as if that cat belonged with her. Catching sight of her driveway, she pulled her car into it and shut off the engine. The rain had stopped and, peering through the windshield, Tina saw that the clouds had passed and that numerous stars and a crescent moon had come out. The moon had a yellowish glow to it. The stars sparkled like diamonds on a blanket of black velvet. Almost as if by magic the night had gotten better for her. She opened her car door and stepped out, grabbing her purse. Remembering the cat, she reached inside to grab it when it leaped out of the car and padded up to the first step of her front porch, its tail like a moving flag. Only stopping to momentarily sniff at each Jack-O-Lantern, it

sauntered up the steps to the porch to vanish inside the darkness there. Slamming shut the car door and locking it behind her, Tina shook her head and followed the cat, sloshing through puddles of rainwater. It appeared that the cat decided it was going to stay with her no matter what. Maybe shed let it remain in her house for just tonight, give it something to eat and some water, too. She doubted her landlord would know she had an animal in the house tonight. She frowned. She didnt understand how the man could hate animals anyway. But hated them he did, and had it on the leaseno pets. Living alone, she would have enjoyed owning a pet. She sighed and walked up the path to the house. She clattered up the steps. The animal waited patiently by the front door, only giving a tiny mewl, then ran inside after she unlocked the door and pushed it open, flipping the light switch next to it. Tina followed, flinging her purse onto the small table just inside front entrance. She closed the door shut with a decisive click. She didnt see the cat anywhere. It must have gone beyond the grasping fingers of light from the entryway and into the darkened living room. Slipping off her high heels, she walked across the cushiony rug on soaked stocking feet, searching for it. She clicked on lights as she did so. Here kitty, kit Managing not to scream as a head butted against her, she found the cat. It had somehow gotten on top of a bookcase jammed full of books against the wall, just before the kitchens entrance. She stared up at it and heard it purr. It blinked at her, poking its face down to her again. With a shaky laugh, she yanked the cat off the bookcase and carried it to the kitchen to get it something to eat and some water. Though she was still damp, its fur was completely dry. Nothing strange about that, it must have licked every drop of rain off its fur. She got two bowls and sat them on the floorone full of water, the other with canned tuna rifled from a cupboard. She left the animal eating. She trotted upstairs, took off her clothes, and thrust them into the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom and hit the shower. All this time, the cat never came upstairs and

she never went downstairs to check on it. Tired, she prayed that it didnt do anything to her furniture or rug with its claws. Heck, she hoped it didnt use anyplace for a litter box and would wait until morning when she let it out. Dead tired, shrugging on her sheer nightgown, she pitter-pattered into her bedroom and crawled into bed. By nine oclock, she had fallen fast asleep.

Chapter Five
Tina had this one recurring dream. In it, a man with bedroom amber-yellow eyes and long, black hair that drifted like smoke over his broad shoulders was the star. The same man who used to be in her lust-laden dreams a year ago. Her best friend, Melinda Gonzales, would call him sex on a stick. The kind of man a woman wanted to lick and lick all over, especially the private parts. He stood completely nude and she saw every inch of him, from his chiseled pecs to his slim waist, muscular hips and washboard stomach. The man had muscles rippling everywhere. Her gaze drifted lower until she stared at a very thick and long part of him that reared like a hissing snake. There was no doubt, he was aroused. Oh God, so very aroused. In a sudden movement, he yanked her against him, and it was then she realized that she was as naked as he was. Somewhere along the way, her flannel nightgown had vanished. She fit against him like a missing piece of a puzzle, interlocking with the other piece. Like something alive, his organ moved against her belly, prodding insistently. An ache began between her legs. She resisted the urge to open her thighs and let his penis slide between them. Her breathing quickened as she realized how hard that was to do. She never wanted something so badly before, even with the few boys and men she had dated in her life. Not even John. It took a dream man to heighten her lust. I want him to take me, here and now. If she didnt know better, she swore he had heard her thoughts and purred like a contented cat as she felt the vibrations coming from his chest. See how it with us touching, skin to skin, he whispered into her ear, the tip of his tongue tickling her. I just want to rub myself against you so much. And I can tell you desire me to do it, too.

Tina looked up into his eyes and felt dizzy, almost hypnotized by the depths of his gaze. Lightheaded, she was glad he held her tight. Otherwise she would have fainted dead away. I want you. His voice swept over her like a tidal wave of rich, dark chocolate. She wondered how luscious that voice would be in the throes of passion. I have waited a long, long time for you. Finally breaking free of his eyes, she blinked. Huh? What? Im going to fuck you. I want to be inside you, no, I need to be inside you, thrusting into your sweet juices. I want to fill you full of my cream, and then lick both mine and yours from your pussy with my tongue. Then kiss you and let you taste our combined need. So lets quit pussy-footing around and get to what we really want. Freed of the hold he had over her, Tina pushed him away and shouted, No! She took a few steps back, until her back hit a wall. Determination etched in his face, his eyes glowing. He stalked over to her. No longer able to deny the need in her, she lifted her chin and pursed her lips for a kiss. And just then, she woke up. Groggily, she found herself staring into a pair of amberyellow glowing lights, just above her. She blinked as she thought that they seemed familiar. Had she left the ceiling light on? Not only that, but she felt a warm, solid body above her. A very heavy body, too. With a scream, a shove, and a kick, she knocked the form off of her and fell off the bed, switching on the lamp by her bed at the same time. She gasped and skidded back on her buttocks against the wall, her hands held out before her as if to ward him off. The nude man from her dream crouched on her bed, like a spitting cat. His body gleamed in the light, a harlequin play of light and shadow. His penis, hard as a rock, waved from the dark area between his thighs, its head glistening with droplets of liquid. Then, glancing down, she also noticed that she was naked, too, just like in the dream. She swept her gaze around her bedroom and found her nightgown wadded up in a corner. Did he get it off of her? Shaking and keeping her back against the

wall, she stood up and pointed a finger at him. Youre real. But how did you get inside my dream? Or is it the oppositehow did you get out of my dream? She felt frantic, frightened. What is going on here? Just what in the hell are you? He climbed off the mattress and moved until he towered over her. She noticed his sculpted pecs and washboard abshow his breathing went hard and fast beneath them. The man was deeply affected. He slipped his hand down to his organ and grasped it, rubbing his thumb over its tip. He began stroking it, up and down. The skin on his face tightened and his eyes darkened. But he never took his eyes off of her. Its like hes petting it. Oh my God, hes getting himself off in front of me. And he wants me to know it, tooto see if I am impressed. A flush of heat shimmered through her. No, she couldnt be affected. You are a witch. She blinked. Had she heard him call her a What? What did you call me? He edged closer like some damn threatening predator, and she side-stepped away like a scuttling crab, ramming her left hip against the sharp edge of the chest of drawers. Hurting, she cried out and moved forward, right into the strangers powerful arms. He lifted her up onto her feet. His broad chest rose and fell against her breasts, while his hair-roughed legs rubbed insidiously against hers. She felt his cock probed her against her womans mound and heat pooled like lava in her pussy, ready to spew out. She shuddered. Oh, God, she wanted him. Loved what he was doing to her. She wondered what it would feel like to just let him push her onto her bed, lay on her body with his, and fuck her. I bet he does that damn well, too. Would he hook her legs over his shoulders, or spread her open wide, or just let her legs lay on the mattress when he did it? Would he rub her clit with a thumb, right against the hot, hard flesh of his rod as he pounded her? Or maybe he would push her onto her knees and shove his cock inside her mouth. She almost drooled at the images in her mind.

Why did she even care? This man had somehow gotten into her bedroom without a stitch of clothing on and just called her a witch. He was a nutcase. Right? I said you are a witch and I am your Familiar. And I wouldnt take you hard at all, because youre a virgin. I would be a tender lover for your first time. He wrapped his arms around her like a band of steel. What is a familiar? Did he call himself that? How does he know I am a virgin? As if he had heard or read her thoughts again, he said, Thats Familiar with a capital F. I am here to teach you. Make you the witch you can be. And the only way for that to happen is for you to be intimate with me, your Familiar. That means when we fuck your magic will blossom and bloom forth. You will become what you were meant always to be. A witch. And I will serve you always, in bed and out of it. He grinned. I can smell the virginity in your womans scent. Besides, Ive been watching you for years, making sure you stayed a virgin for me. Remember what happened the last time a human man tried to seduce you inwhat did you mortals call it? Ah yes, lovers lane. She managed to extricate herself from his embrace and slipped around him. She darted over to her nightgown, picked it up, and held in front of her body like the flimsy shield it was. She stared at him, noticing how wonderful his ass was, the cheeks making her want to touch them. Caress them. Then she watched with bated breath as he turned around. Slowly, his form shifted, as he remolded into something else. Something not human. Where the man had stood, something with large bat-like wings that sprouted from its shoulder blades stared at her. Pointed ears jutted from the top of his head just like cat ears, along with large, sharp, obsidian horns. Instead of flesh-colored skin, he was dark purple all over. Razor-sharp claws edged his fingers and toes. His eyes glowed amber-yellow, reminding her of headlights from an oncoming car. The only thing left of the man was the long black hair that cascaded over the massive shoulders, along with the powerful physique. Though in that, he seemed much taller and more

powerful than he had been as a human being. Sexy monster. She widened her eyes with shock and growing horror at that unbidden, unwanted thought. All thoughts that he had been merely some crazy person flew out of her head. Nameless dread occupied it instead. Still, her lust remained, too, mixing with the fear. And, oh God, the cock! The mans cock had been impressively big. At least, she assumed his was bigger than most mens. The most shed seen of other men were in a few erotic books, art exhibits, and the one peek at Johns organ, and that was only the head. What she did see of the tip of Johns penis was nothing compared to this creatures massive bulb when he had been in human form. But, as the creature had become taller, the organ had grown much larger and darker than the rest of him. The damn thing waved, as if searching for her. Hell, it belonged to something out of a nightmare, so maybe it was sniffing for her scent. A single bead of moisture issued from the slit there, luminous. Youre not human. Duh, Epson! The creature cocked its head to one side and grinned. Well, well, my secret is out. And here I thought it was a closely guarded one, too. What in hell is going on here? He propped his shoulder against the wall. Bingoyou said the magic wordHell. I said I was a witchs Familiar. Remember? That means I am a demon. Just like in the books, a witchs Familiar is always a demon. A demon? I have a demon in my bedroom. Duh. Youre really stupid, Epson. He grinned, revealing large, white teeth. Really startling in that purple face. You are so charming. Luscious, like ripe strawberries. It will be a pleasure making love to you, bringing out the witch inside you. He drew nearer. His eyes gleamed. She should have felt frightened. He was a demon, for goodness sakes. Not just a demon, but a very horny one, too, one that belonged to her and

only her. The heat that filled her earlier came back and grew, swamping her body completely. A fire blazed out of control, rushing along her senses and ending in a heated pool of desire between her thighs. Eroticized, she wanted to touch herself there. No, she wanted the demon to touch her there, especially with his beautiful, big penis. It danced before him as he approached, and she swore it saluted her. Breathing deep, she dropped her nightgown and stared entranced into his eyes. He halted and stared down at her, his grin widening. A forked tongue slipped from his mouth and he wetted his sensuous lips. She never thought she would think a demons lips were sensuous, but then she seemed to be going nuts. How many normal women wouldnt be screaming their heads off and trying to escape this monster? Not her. No, her pussy wept from the thought of him forcing her against the wall and having his way with her. He could even push her down on her knees and offer his cock to her like a big, delicious lollipop she could suck and lick. She moaned. Just one image of her doing that to him was a big turn on. Youre the appetizer, main course, and dessert all rolled into one neat package, he said with a chuckle. I want to lick you all over, from your sweet lips down to your toes, and especially I want to eat from your fountain of heated desire. My buffet of sensual pleasure. He reached out and caressed her lips with his clawed thumb. He bent his head nearer as his forked tongue reached out and circled her one ear lobe, ending with a caressing flick before heading back to his maw. She shuddered, and moaned again. Baby, let me love you. She moaned, closed her eyes, and leaned into his embrace. She let him capture her lips and slip his forked tongue into her mouth. Seductively, she tasted his desire as the tip of his tongue grew familiar with every inch of the inside of her mouth. She snaked her arms up him and rubbed the palms of her hands against his bead-hard nipples. She enjoyed his deep-throated kiss, his wicked body molded against hers, desperate to feel every tantalizing inch of his aroused skin. A tingle zapped from his flesh to hers. She imagined him sliding into another place of

hershotter and wetter, giving her a tingle there, too. Her imagination became real as she felt the tip of his penis jab at the juncture of her thighs, as if wanting to be let into that other place. Wanting in? No, she felt pretty sure that it demanded to be let in. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into his strange eyes, and remembered what she was allowing to kiss her, to almost breach her sex. He paused, and she knew he saw the fear in her eyes. He let her go, and something glinted in his eyes. At first she didnt figure out what it was. Then she understood. Hurt. Her heart pounded painfully just then and she understood what that meant. She didnt like hurting the demon at all. It bothered her that she did that to him. I would never hurt you. Ever. He caressed a cheek with his fist. I am your Familiar. I would lay down my life for you. But this connection between us must happen. It is the only way. You are a witch in the very fiber of your DNA, and only the Familiar that is coded specifically to you can mate with you and bring out your powers. He stared at her and she saw the desperation in his eyes. It must happen. I promise our joining will be nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. I dont want to be a witch. And yes, I want you, but you have to understand something here. Youre still a demon. If nothing else, were species apart. Sorry, but I cant make love to you. No, what I meant is, I will not make love with you. I dont want to hurt you, but I just cant. Monsters and humans shouldnt mixever. Then I will not do it to you. He backed away and before her eyes shifted into human flesh once more. I will not touch you again, not until you will it of me. She frowned. You wont make love to me, not even to steal a kiss? He shook his head, his hands becoming tight fists. No. But, youre a Demon? He finished her sentence, hurt darkening his eyes again. You have been reading too many fairy tales about demons. That we all would just see a human and jump your

bones or kill you and eat your flesh. That were all terrible monsters out to destroy your world or kidnap your souls. Yes, there are some very nasty demons that would do things like this, but not my kind, the Familiars. Our joining must be wanted by both parties to happenalways. For a Familiar to hurt his or her witch is punishable by death of that demons immortality. And not for eons has one Familiar ever disobeyed the Laws. We have more honor than that. Tina didnt know why she believed him, but looking into his eyes she felt she saw honesty in them. She sank to the floor to search for her nightgown and, finding it nearby, slipped it over her head. She stood back up. Even though it was sheer, she felt covered, able to feel more comfortable in the demons presence. As she swept her gaze over his nudity again, she realized she would have to get something for him to wear. Demon or not, in human form he was six feet plus of virile, muscular, male animal. The kind of man women drooled and fought like bitches over. The kind of temptation she didnt need. Her eyes widened. His penis still waved at her, even in its half hard, half flaccid state. It hardened again under her watchful gaze. Looking up at his face, she saw him lick his lips and his eyes began to glow iridescent. The demon was becoming aroused again. Not a good thing. Ah, let me go find you something to wear. Ill be right back. She bolted out of the bedroom, away from the temptation of him, for if she didnt she would succumb to him. **** Charun Adramelch frowned. He couldnt understand why his witch denied him. The other mated Familiars always said that once the witch caught sight of her or his Familiar, then the witch would allow him or her to make love to them. They desired to not only gain their powers, but have uncontrolled sex with their Familiars. It had always been so. Ever since the first Familiar appeared before the cavewoman huddled before the fire in her cave. Instead, Tina would not let him thrust into her and break her virginal barrier, let him feel her pussy muscles clench around

his cock as he swallowed her gasp with his mouth. Lust ran wild inside him, making his arousal grow painfully harder than it already was as he dreamed of her wrapping her gorgeous legs around him while he pumped. Seeking relief, he clutched his cock and started the rhythmic up-and-down motion. Closing his eyes in ecstasy, he imagined Tina on her knees before him, his rod inside her sweet, wet mouth. She sucked him, going up and down just as his hand was doing. Then she let it slip out of her mouth, and trailed her fingertips along the length of his cock as if measuring its thickness. She pressed it between her breasts, filling the space nicely. Bending her head down, she recaptured the head, circling her tongue around it, dipping the tip into his slit, then covering it with her lips. Sliding her mouth over his shaft, he growled and moved his hips in the instinctive thrust-and-retreat rhythm of sex. Oh, this must be what Heaven feels like. Even though it was only his hand doing all the work, he imagined that this was how wonderful her mouth would feel on him as she sucked. Like a Succubuss. Oh, he knew his witch was a virgin, but deep inside her was the knowledge to bring her Familiar to the brink of ultimate pleasure. It was ingrained in her DNA, just as his was for her. The pressure kept building. A delicious heaviness began to weigh down his sac, and his cock thickened. His orgasm was close. Propping his buttocks against the wall for leverage, he stroked his rod faster. Then he stiffened as his orgasm washed over him. He dropped to his knees as wave after wave of unspeakable sexual ecstasy slammed into him. He roared, the sound echoing against the ceiling of the bedroom. Streams of creamy need shot from his cock, splashing on his fist, stomach, and the surrounding area. Shaking, he bowed over until his head touched the floor. He remained like that, letting the eruptions calm down. Nostrils flaring, he raised his head and slowly rose to his feet. At least for a while he had control of his sexual need of Tina. He didnt know how long he could control his lust, but he had to. Never in all of demon history had a Familiar forced himself on his witch. Maybe seduced, but never forced. That was one of the Laws carved into

the very fiber of their being. In fact, into their hearts. Raping the witch was punishable by oblivion. He saw her eyes again and his heart clenched with pain. Did he feel something more than lust? No, it was lust only, nothing more, for being coded to each other caused this. Nothing more than that. Charun wanted her to come to him of her own free will and ask him to make love to her. He would rather be blasted into nothingness than ever do such a terrible, monstrous thing to her by taking her without her wanting him. Here. Charun spun around and saw her standing in the doorway. A pair of jeans and what looked like a wadded up black T-shirt was clutched tightly in her hands. A pair of white boxers dangled from her fingers. He noticed that her grip tightened on the clothing as she stared pointedly at the stain of his lust on his stomach, the rug, and seeping from his limp penis. Averting her eyes, she gestured with her hand toward the dark hallway outside the opened doorway. Hells bells, had she heard him roar out when he had come? He peered at her face. Yes, she had. Charun closed his eyes in shame. He tamped down his need as he began to harden again. He sagged against the wall as his penis softened. Getting monotonoushis cock kept yo-yoing hard and soft. She stepped outside the door and flipped the switch, the result light flooding the area. He left the bedroom to stand in the light and looked as she pointed down the hallway at another opened doorway with light spilling out from it. The bathrooms in there. Theres a bath and shower, towel hanging on a rack, and a bar of soap. These clothes were my fathers, before he passed away last year. I never got around to giving his things away yet. He was very tall, and I think you might fit these. Least I hope so. Please, go clean yourself. She thrust the boxers, shirt, and pants into his arms. Charun moved past her and headed down the hallway, turning into the bathroom. Whats your name? He paused in mid-step before entering and glanced over his

shoulder at her, narrowing his eyes. No longer did she have her eyes averted, she looked straight at him. He wondered what she was pulling now. What did you say? She took a step nearer. What are you called? Im Tina Epson. Thats my name and what people call me. Well, actually my friends call me Tina and others just Miss or Ms. Epson. He turned back around to stare at her. Yes, I know you are called Tina Epson. He blew a whiff of air through his nostrils. Charun Adramelch. At least thats as close as it can be pronounced in your human tongue. In demon tongue it would be harsh to your ears, not understandable. You would not be able to say it, either. Well, Charun Adramelch, go take a shower or a bath, if you prefer. Ill be in the kitchen, making us some cups of Irish coffee. After Im dressed, of course. He frowned. Irish coffee? Its coffee with Irish whiskey in it. Topped with whipped creamits really good. And after meeting you, I need the whiskey. Funny thing, neither stress from work, nor has anything bad in my life ever given me the need to have a drink. Not until now. She cocked her head to one side. Have you never had any kind of alcohol? He shrugged, and then nodded. Many times. Unlike humans, a demon can hold his liquor. Last time though, was a year ago, in a bar in Washington, D.C. that only allows supernatural beings. He smiled. I have a fondness for vodka. I learned to like it the first time I was in Russia, a couple hundred years ago. A bar just for supernaturalforget it. Just go get bathed. She left him and went back into her bedroom. From where he stood, she looked enticing as she walked away, the silk of her nightgown sliding against the flesh, and then a part of it got caught between the crack of her sexy ass. His cock hardened. With a frustrated sigh, he stomped back to the bedroom and tossed the boxers to one darkened corner. Then he marched back to the bathroom, his frustration growing. It was going to be damn hard to dampen down his desire for her. And he doubted several cold showers would do it, either.

Chapter Six
The coffee made, Tina placed two cups next to a container of whipped cream and the bottle of St. Brendans Irish crme whiskey. She sat down and waited for him, tapping one of her feet and trying to ignore the sounds of the shower coming from upstairs. Obviously, the Familiar knew how to turn on a shower and take one. She didnt have to even show him how. Of course, maybe he used magic or something. She had grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt when she had went back into her bedroom. In there, she took off her nightgown and slipped them on, bolting from there as if all the demons of Hell were pursuing her. Or, maybe just one demon in particular. In her minds eye, she imagined him standing naked in the shower, the water streaming down him. The moisture beaded on his skin, even on the hardness that jutted from between his legs. Sex on a stick. Watch it, Epson. Stop thinking of him naked. Stop it! How old was he? She wondered, remembering how he mentioned the first time he drank vodka was a couple hundred years ago. No wonder that he had almost seduced her. An older man with experience, he would know the many ways to convince her to let him have her. Older man? He must be way older than the oldest man in the mortal world. How long would she be able to hold out against him? Even more, did she want to? She remembered in church when the priest said demons whispered into mortals ears, instructing them of naughty things to do, but the one in her shower didnt even need to do that. Her own thoughts and urgings did that well. Shocked that her thoughts revealed that she wanted him to make love to her, Tina got up and poured herself a shot of whiskey in one of the cups and downed it in one gulp. It burned

a fiery path down her throat, ending in her stomach, and she coughed from it. She had never drank the stuff straight before. But a sexy demon had the ability to make her do something she wouldnt have normally. She had a feeling that was just the beginning of things she would do that she never done before. Come on, Tina, whats the harm in letting him make love to you? Her traitorous thoughts pushed at her. Hes got a nice body. Hes a real hottie. And be honest, you like to have his hands on you, doing all the unimaginable things to you. Hed make sin such a pleasure. It wont be hard to endure it at all. Just let him take you where no woman has been corrupted before. She reached for the whiskey again when the sound of footfalls came into the kitchen. She whirled around, breathing hard and her heart pounding, widening her eyes. Sex on a stick. Her fathers black T-shirt strained across his muscular chest, revealing every delicious muscle. She swept her gaze lower and saw how tight the jeans molded over his lower half. Charun might as well be naked, for the jeans left nothing to the imagination. He grinned at her and her heart plummeted. With a smile like that, it was as if the sun rose. I didnt want the underwearI threw them into a corner in your bedroom. I figured when you ready for me to plow you, just dropping the jeans will be enough trouble for me. And just like that, the light went. What else did she expect? Thats crude. He shrugged as he approached. Im a demon. You ought to thank your lucky stars Im not an Incubus. Those demons made crude in vogue. Tina busied herself with pouring coffee into the cups, then whiskey, dotting them with the whipped cream. She also added a couple dashes of Amaretto creamer in hersshe couldnt stand drinking her coffee black. But she left his black as she wasnt sure how Charun took his. She didnt even know if he drank coffee, or ever had in his lifetime. She handed him his. Sorry the alcohol in this isnt vodka, but otherwise it wouldnt be Irish coffee then, would it? He followed her to the table and sat in a chair across from hers as she slid into hers. He lifted the cup to his mouth and took

a sip. Whipped cream circled his mouth and a dab nestled on the tip of his nose. Like a contented cat, he stared at her with heavylidded eyes and licked it all off. Tina watched and heat flooded inside her womb. She wanted to be the recipient of that tongue. He saw her gazing at him and, putting down his cup, his grin grew wider. His eyes darkened with desire, as no doubt he knew her need. Tina Epson, let me make love to you. End our misery. Let your powers come forth. He stood up and moved over to her side. Dropping to a crouch, he touched her arm nearest to him, caressing the skin. The erotic feeling caused hair to rise on both arms. She moaned. He whispered, Please? I can smell your need and believe me, mines just as painful. In fact, its agony. Agony? For him? For her? The heat blazed to a roaring inferno inside her. It hurt. Like hell. She had wanted men before, but never had she ever felt this incredible want. Enough to forget her morals. By all that seemed unholy, she felt ready to let him strip her and lay her on the table, even pour some whiskey in her pussy and drink it from her. She imagined he would have that same heavy-lidded look in his eyes, too, as his tongue breached her. And she would be willing to lick some of the whipped cream off his staff. Yes, he said with a purr. The whipped cream would be wonderful. My other cream will join it, going down your throat. That broke her out of her lust. Get away. How dare you read my thoughts? He rose to his feet and she saw his crotch and how his penis had grown. Only the material stood between her and his rampant need. He cupped himself there. Of course, I can hear your thoughts, sweet thing, he said. I am your Familiar. And soon as you let me make love to you youll find out that you can hear mine, too. It will give another dimension to sex for us. Determined to get his mind of seduction, Tina gestured at the table. Sit down. Do you like your coffee black, or would you like some creamer or milk in it? He sat down. He hadnt taken his eyes off of her. A frown

grew at his brow. Creamer? I do not knowas you know I didnt even know what an Irish coffee was. But it tasted good like hellfire it burned its way down to my stomach. Though not as fiery as vodka does. He tossed the rest of the hot coffee down his throat, and then held the empty cup at her. I like it this way very much. She took the cup from him and poured some coffee into it, added some whiskey, and topped it with whipped crme. Handing over the cup to him, she watched as Charun sniffed, groaned with obvious pleasure, and then took a sip. He looked at her as he licked the crme from his lips and the tip of his nose. A knowing smile graced his lips and reached to his eyes. His eyes glowed, a bright golden light. Heat burned inside her and she wanted to be that crme. Mmmmm It is good, so delicious. She wondered if he meant the Irish coffee, or her. She shivered. He chugged the rest of it down, licking off the crme on his face with his tongue. He held out the empty cup to her. I would like more, my witch. But just the whiskey this time. Im not your Forget it. She took the cup from him and poured just whiskey into it. Then she made herself another Irish coffee and, after handing over his cup, sat down at the table. She took a sip, watching as he downed the entire contents and then wiped his lips off with the back of his hand. A slight burp escaped him and he shrugged. The alcohol hadnt affected him at all. I like this Irish coffee, he said with a grin. Even more so, I love Irish whiskey. And here I thought I never like something as much as vodka. He was gorgeous, but with that smile it transformed him into something even more desirable. If only he wasnt a demon, here to make her into something she was sure she didnt want to be, but just a normal man she would have readily dated if he had asked her out. Admit ityou would jump his bones. The only date would be the one spent in your bed. Okay, she admitted it. But only to herself as she kept those

thoughts to herself and hoped he hadnt read them as she asked him a question. What nowCharun? He shrugged. I do not know. You will not let me do what I am supposed to do. He apparently saw the accusing glare she gave him. But I have honor. And I always follow the Laws of the Familiars. Maybe we can get to know one another better. Mmmm? Like on a date? What is thisdate? he asked with a frown. When a man asks a woman out, they go to the movies, or maybe to dinner, or even for a walk in the park. They learn to get to know each other, know what makes each other tick, before going to bed or getting married. He stood up and retreated to the window over her sink. Her breath caught. His body moved with the combined grace of a panther and a ballet dancer. Accentuated by inhuman beauty, his movement was devoid of sound and counting for something more than just propelling his body from the table to the sink. At the window, he pushed the frilly curtain aside and gripped the edges of counter. He stared through the glass at the night, remaining silent. His face in profile revealed deep grooves and valleys. A muscle twitched spasmodically in his jaw. I see youre not as composed as you want me to think. The idea that she affected him pleased her. But it really shouldnt. He sighed and turned back to her. I will, what do you call it, date you. I will do this, but only until Halloween. That is five days away. Then you must either let me make love to you, or tell me to go. There is no havingnow what do you humans call ithaving your cake and eating it, too. If I can not have you then I will expire She jumped up out of her seat. Wait a moment. I thought you were a demonimmortal. How can you die? Because for centuries you were not born or here for me, I did not have a witch to make. Each Familiar must have his/her witch and sometimes we wait for many, many yearseons evenuntil the witch is born to give off the right pheromones to attract the Familiar, letting him or her know to go to them when

they grow up to be the right age to mate. Let me get this straight. I gave off pheromones, like some flower, calling to youlike a bee? He grinned, relieving the tension in his face. Yes, I plant my seed in your pussy when I come and the resultyour magic blooms. Though it will feel more like firecrackers shooting off than roses bursting through the dirt. Itll be Fourth of July instead of spring. His grin vanished. But we will date, until Halloween is here, and then you must make a decision on what you must do with me. If you choose still not to let me make love to you, become your Familiar in all that matters, then I must return to Hell, or I perish. Though to exist alone in Hell without you oblivion is a better prospect. He stepped nearer, looking as if he wanted to put his hands on her, but instead he clenched them at his sides, then rubbed his palms against the material of his jeans. Nothing is truly immortal, not even gods and demons. Except God. He knotted his hands together behind his back and stared intensely down at her. Do we have a deal on this dating then? All right, she agreed. Until Halloween it is. **** Charun kept staring at her. His groin began to ache, and his heart beat a thunderous tattoo in his chest. He fought his need for her, trying to contain it. He would do as she had asked. Date her. Surely when Halloween came, before his need for her exploded out of proportion and he went away or back to Hell, he would win her over. If he didnt win her, then it wouldnt matter if he faded out of existence, for Byleth and his kind would kill her. What was that human quote? Something about attracting bees with honey, or something liked that. He would do his best to show her that he was so much more than a demon. That it was more than making her into a witch. They were fated to be together and one couldnt beat fate. He noticed her eyelids drooping. He had forgotten mortals tired easily. Unlike demons and many other supernaturals, they needed sleep. Swearing under his breath, he caught her just

before she tumbled to the floor and swept her up into his arms. She protested. He shifted her into his arms better, being gentle. I am not going to molest you, he said, assuring her. No, I will take you to your bed so you can get to sleep. No Familiar worth his salt would force his attentions on a tired witch. Tomorrow morning, we will start our date. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her gently on her bed. Then he stood up. I will leave you to undress and get under the covers. For now we will not touch, but I hope at Halloween you will decide differently. Then I will share that bed with you. But not to sleep. Good night. He shut the light off and left. He ambled back to the kitchen and, seeing the bottle of whiskey on the counter, picked it up and slugged it down completely. But the alcohol didnt take off the edge of wanting her. Not all the alcohol in the human realm could do that. Instead, it added to the fire blazing in his aroused body. He needed the relief and, unzipping the jeans, dropped them to his ankles and gripped his staff with his fist. Then he began to stroke, closing his eyes and imagining her naked, her eyes blazing with lust and love, her breathing heavy and her skin flushed with want. His need spiraled out of control. He stroked faster and groaned. It was going to be a long time to Samhain.

Chapter Seven
Morning came quietly for Tina. She woke to the suns rays filtering through the blinds on her window. Dust mites danced in the beams. The tips of the rays found the top of her dresser and flirted with it mischievously. Sitting up, she stretched, then slipped out of bed. She made up the bed and, after she snatched some fresh clothing from the closet, tripped to the bathroom. Quickly she showered and dressed, then ran downstairs. Not seeing Charun anywhere, she wondered if he had been nothing more than a dream. Maybe not having a man in her life for quite a while was the cause behind such erotic and strange dreams. She wandered into the kitchen and saw him at the stove, cooking. He glanced over his shoulder at her and grinned. No, hes not the product of a dream. The sizzling sounds reached her ears, and something definitely smelled delicious. Her stomach growled. Even hungry for food, another sensation reared its head. She swept her gaze over him, relishing every curve of his sexy body. The clothes he wore fitted him like a glove, leaving nothing to the imagination. His long hair was tied back, but still one tendril had escaped and caressed his cheek like a lover, fascinating her. She fought the beguiling interest. Hes not human. This is a shape he uses to look like a human man. Remember what his real form is really like. Its all glamour. He cocked his head to one side, his eyes shining like newly minted gold coins. Good morning. I hope you like eggs and bacon? I found them in your icebox. Though I remember iceboxes having ice in them. Is it not wonderful that no longer do humans need ice delivered to keep things cold? He turned back and flipped something in the frying pan. I

think I will like living in the mortal realm. Everyday, the humans invent more and more incredible things. It is like magic. I especially like that magic box you have here in the kitchen. Tina frowned. Magic box? He pointed to the microwave. The one next to the stove hereyou put something inside it and within seconds it cooks something up. Oh, the microwave. He put whatever was in the pan onto two plates that already had slices of bacon and buttered toast and, after turning off the stove, carried the plates over to the table. Seeing that there were two places set, with glasses of orange juice, she sat down as he placed one of the plates in front of her. The odor hit her in the face and her stomach rumbled. She rarely had a regular breakfastinstead she survived on bowls of cold cereal or yogurt. She had bacon, eggs, and pancakes at places like IHOP or Cracker Barrel on Sunday mornings. Not a very good cook, she tended to go out to eat or order in pizza. Not smart really. She had gained a few pounds this year. The delicious smell wafted up to her nostrils some more and she breathed them in, enjoying. This smells really delicious. Charun sat down across from her and picked up a fork. Once, long ago, I was a cook for a warlord. Though, I did not have these wonderful conveniences you have in this kitchen. I could have used my magic, but I wanted to learn how to cook like humans do, so I went ahead and did so. I am glad now I did, for making something like this for you is a pleasure. She watched with a dropped mouth as he tucked into his bacon and eggs. Wanting to ask about that past life, instead she dug into her breakfast. She had always dreamed of finding the right manone who could cook. Okay, so Charun was a demona witchs Familiar. As she chewed some of the mouth-watering scrambled eggs that melted on her tongue, she watched him eat. Her impression was that she always thought demons didnt need to eat. That they were spirits or something. Heat arose in her as she remembered his touch. Less a spirit and definitely solid. Solid hunk. A hunk with magic all rightmagical fingers

and mouth. Magical something else, too. Not going there, either. And now she found he could cook like a dream. She was afraid to ask what else he could do. Most likely, being immortal, he probably did loads of jobs over the years. No doubt he had an education to rival anyones on Earth. Actually, going beyond what anyone had on Earth. Are you all right? Or is it my cooking? Tina blinked and saw that he was staring at her, a look of concern on his face. She shook her head. No, the food is wonderful. The bacon is crisp and the eggs just melt on the tongue. I was just thinking. She nibbled on the toast. He narrowed his eyes. I hope it wasnt anything bad. Because theres this frown on your face. She sighed and put down her fork. No, its just youre confusing me. I mean, youre a demon, and here you can cook. I watch you eating your food, just like any man. Any human man, that is. She leaned forward. Arent demons spirits or something like that? He stood up, gathered his plate and utensils, and hers also. I guess were done with breakfast. He carried it all over to the sink, scraped what was left of the food into the trash and put the plates and forks in the sink. Then he came back over to the table and sat down. Hands folded on the table, he asked, What do you want to know about me? Tell me about yourself, about demons in particular. I wasnt always a Familiar. Once I was just another kind of demonan Incubus. That means I was a sex demon. Like a Succubus. Yes, except those are female sex demons, or the kind that seduces human males. Though they can seduce women, too lesbians. Same goes for Incubigay men as well as human women. The only things on Incubis and Succubis minds are fornication and seducing humans over to Hells side. Sex twentyfour hours an Earth day, you might say, is all they want and need. Well, and souls for Lucifer, too. Every demon thinks of that. Tina didnt like knowing he had been a sex demon. That

hed slept with human women, maybe even other men. Who knows how many he used his magical fingers and hands on? She told herself that it didnt matter what he did once upon a time, or even if he still did it. Couldnt care lessdid she? Suddenly, she felt ill and pushed the glass of orange juice away. Frowning, she saw a strange look in his eyes. Had she revealed herself to him? She hoped not. She took a couple of seconds to compose herself so she could try to hide what she felt from him. Bad enough he could read her mind. He started talking again. But around 1100 BC, the head of the Familiars, Jacokb, came to me, offering me the chance to become one. By that time sex had become meaningless, just a performance on my part. Though I admit it felt damn good, sensations overload. But thats an Incubus instinct or otherwise we wouldnt want to fornicate. Then Jacokb came. He revealed you as my future if I became a Familiar. Suddenly, I knew my purpose. A possessive feeling filled me as I saw your face. No one, I mean, no one but me would be the one to touch you. He used his magic to make me a virgin again. It was as if I had never, ever fucked before. Over the years other Familiars found their witches, but not me. I tried to stay in my new chambers but finally went back into the mortal realm and did all kinds of jobs over the centuries and traveled, anything to not think about you and hopefully ignore my ravenous sexual need. Then I sensed you and knew you had been born. I never felt more alive. I wanted to rush up and meet you, but Jacokb held me back, told me to wait until you had grown up and were ready for me. And he sent an image of you again, all grown up, into my mind. From just that image my cock hardened like it never had as an Incubus. He stared straight into her eyes. I had to take the demon equivalent of cold showers for twenty-three years until I could come to you. He looked toward the window. Then you became a woman at age thirteen, having your bleeding for the first time. I fought hard not to come to you then. You were not old enough yet. Not ready for me. So I waited and when you were ready for me, I knew. Kindling needs the proper tinder to ignite a fire. To spark what is in you, a Familiar is needed. Not just any Familiar, either. Only one that is your very own will inspire the dormant

powers within you. Me. The first time your womanhood blossomed your scent drew me and I rose from my lair. Your innocence was seductive, like fine wine. I would be the connoisseur who tasted your unique flavor. A couple other Familiars had been drawn also, but I snarled at them, letting them know my claim on you. The fucking wimps, they backed off, heading back to Hell. Im still making you take those cold showers, arent I? He smiled and gave a shrug, then reached out his hand and took hers. Thats all right. I want our first time together to be right. To be what you want. I can wait it out. Guilt filled her as she withdrew her hand. She didnt know why she should feel that way. It wasnt her fault she had a witch inside her. That she was some magical being like Samantha from Bewitched. Except that Samantha never needed some Familiar to make love to her to become one. At least she could have the trappings of a normal life, being married to a mortal man named Darrin. Unlike Tina, as her man could shift into a purple-skinned horny devil at any time. Finally she admitted to herself that she wanted him. Badly. She would play this game for while, but would have to work hard not to give in. She liked being who she was, a normal human woman. It would be dandy having magical powers and have some hunky demon be her lover, but it just wasnt her. Yes, she had a lousy day at her job yesterday, but most days it was a great place to work. Shed always loved books. Loved reading them, giving advice to those looking for that perfect book to buy. Yes, she had always wanted to travel and do interesting things, but reading made up for it. It enabled her to go places, using her imagination to see cities, mountains, seas, and foreign lands. And not just human beings, but fairies, aliens, werewolves, vampires, demons Demons like the one sitting across from her at her kitchen table. None of the fantastical beings in the books, though, ever appeared as sinfully drop dead gorgeous as Charun. He made a woman want to give sin a chance. But he was no fairy tale. Tina stared into his amber-yellow eyes. Luscious, dreamy eyes. They darkened. He desired her. A tiny flame of excitement fluttered inside her at the thought. Then like a shutter, the lust

dissipated and only his sexy eyes remained. He sighed. No. When you say I want you to make love to me, Charun, then I will let my lust be revealed in my eyes. But, not until you say so. I have too much honor to renege on my promise to you. He rose to his feet and held out a hand. Come. We will go out on our date. It is the first day. After today, it will be four days to Halloween, so we do not have much time. She placed her hand in his and let him help her to her feet. A tingling sensation sparked from his hand to hers, zinging along her arm and throughout her body. His hand gripped hers tightly, as if he too felt the connection between them. Not looking at her, he led her out of the kitchen and she reached out to grab her purse on the table by the front door, but he shook his head as he opened the door. No. It is my treat today. You will not need your purse. Or for the next four days, either. Not even your door key as I have magicrememberand will get us back into your locked house. He drew her out before she decided to grab it anyway. The door shut behind them and she heard it click, as though locking itself. A glance at Charun and she knew he did it by his magic. With a sexy smile, he put his arm around her shoulders and led her down the porch steps and to her car. She jumped when the cars engine roared to life. Then she giggled a little bit. Maybe having a magical demon around wouldnt be too bad. They spent that day taking in a movie, then having a picnic lunch at the park and looking at the colorful fall leaves. Afterwards, he took her to her favorite ice cream shop when she admitted to a craving for chocolate truffle ice cream. Later that afternoon they visited her favorite museum. Funny thing, there was an exhibit on angels and demons. That night, he walked her to her bedroom door, bowed over her hand and kissed it, then left her to enter alone. Closing the door and locking it, she stared at it. All sort of feelings flitted through her, ones that waged war. She fought the need to unlock that door and call him back. To let him come into her bedroom and use her and not his hand, as she imagined what he had to be doing at that very moment. She had noticed the

hardness tenting his jeans during the day and how he ran off to the mens bathroom, returning to the zipper flat again. He fought his own war that day, one against his own nature. No, she wouldnt give in. She turned away from the door, undressed and climbed into bed. She fell asleep.

Chapter Eight
The next day, after breakfast at a restaurant, he took her to an art gallery down the street. A new exhibit had opened, its theme being Halloween. As they walked hand in hand through it and viewed the various paintings and statues, she found that she enjoyed holding his hand. Yes, she still felt the uncomfortable zapping, but she overlooked that. In astonishment, she listened to him and learned of his expertise about art in general. She realized her prejudice, assuming he didnt know anything more than fornication. Just then, she felt a sharp tug as he halted. With a frown, she turned to look at him and instead her gaze fell upon a large painting on the wall. The subject was a demon, massive like a bull and purple-skinned, with curving horns. He had one naked woman underneath him, her mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure while a man kneeled behind him, his mouth on one of the globes of the demons ass. Erotic, the sexual mnage content slammed into her, making her pussy wet. It shocked her that she could feel this way. Just then, she felt pain in her hand and she forgot her lust to glance down and see Charuns hand clenching hers with a tight grip. She raised her head and saw him looking at her. There was horror in his eyes, and even more so, the gleam of excitement. As if hed... No. Oh, no. She stared at the painting again. Is that you? The painted being looked like Charun in his demonic form, exactly to a T. But how? Her voice had dropped to a harsh whisper. The man in the painting? That is the artist himself. He painted this after a night of fornication with me and a Succubus. It had been one wild night. That night, he found he liked not only demon loving, but fucking with a man as much as a woman. Later, I learned thats how he died, in a mnage with a man and

woman. Hes been a part of Hell since 1060. She swung her head to look at him. He dropped her hand and looked away. Im sorry. I never wanted you to know my past. Its one thing to say Ive been an Incubus, its another to have viable proof of it. I had been another demon then. She heard the shame in his voice, and something else, too. Did he enjoy the thought of her catching him in the act, so to speak? Looking down, she saw the front of his jeans tenting. Yes, he enjoyed it, even while ashamed of the act captured on canvas. The Incubus still lived in the Familiar. He walked away from her and out of the building. She followed him. He had disappeared and she saw an alley next to the building and, taking a chance, entered it. She found him at the end, leaning against a fence, his pants down to his ankles and his hand fondling his cock and balls. So into it, he never noticed her. Ducking behind a garbage can, she hid and watched him do the most erotic act of masturbation any woman could ever dream of. An ache filled her and she unzipped her own jeans and tucked a hand in. Her fingers slipped against her moist panties and she stuck one pinkie underneath to touch the rim of her sex. A gush of wetness made her shiver and she almost let loose a moan, but caught it in time. Keeping her eyes on the Familiars naughty act, she stroked her clit with her finger until relief came, keeping her lips zipped and her moan contained. Just in time, as he roared and spewed a stream of steady white against the fence. After she quickly zipped her jeans, she snuck out of there and waited for him by the street. Acting shocked when he reappeared from the alley and not asking anything, she took his hand as he led her away. Both kept their dirty little secret about how the painting affected them. That night after supper at an Italian bistro, Charun took her dancing at an exclusive club. She wore her new dress that she had purchased at a nice but expensive little boutique. Even though he said he could get it for her with magic, she used her credit card. When she came downstairs wearing it, the look of appreciation in his eyes made getting it worth everything.

It fits you like a second skin, he said in awe. The purple brings out the sensual softness of your skin and it lights up your eyes, too. If I wasnt being a gentleman and keeping to our bargain, I would love to rip it off of you and take you here, right now. He grinned at her. But I promised I would not do that. When he took her hand she felt him trembling. She gave a dark smile and leaned against him as he led her to her car, fighting her own nervous desire. They ran into her best friend, Melanie, at the club that night. Melanie had spied them sitting at a table near the door and walked over. Hi, Im Melanie, Tinas best friend, she said, sticking out her hand as Charun rose from his seat and took it. Another larger shadow stopped behind Melanieher handsome date. Jealousy gripped Tina as she watched her friends gaze linger over Charuns body, devouring him like a piece of angel cake. No, make that devils food. Though they no longer shook hands, Melanie held hers out as if ready to touch him. Tina stood up and inserted herself in front of him and took his hand. She leaned back against him and gave a proud smile of ownership. Melanie, this is Charun. She nestled deeply into his embrace and, looking up into his face, saw his eyes glitter with amusement at her obvious ploy. My boyfriend. He smiled down at her. Yes, I am her boyfriend. He looked at Melanie and gave the other woman another of his heart stopping smiles. You are Tinas best friend. She has told me much about you. Melanies hand dropped to her side and the woman wiped the palm against her skintight, black miniskirt in a self conscious manner. Pleased to meet you. I never thought to see Tina this really deep into a man before. But looking at you, I can see why. Tina could hear Melanies lust in her voice. Charun may be a Familiar now, but his Incubus sexuality still reached out to other women. My God, she was jealous! The large shadow behind Melanie shifted. Hey, Melanie, arent we supposed to grab a seat and put our coats down, so we can dance? I could use a beer, too. The light from the disco ball above fell like sparkling

diamonds upon the man, revealing what he looked like. Rugged and tall, blond like a Vikingmuscular, toohe had eyes as blue as an afternoon cloudless sky. Sex on a stick, as Melanie would term him. All her men always fit that term. Tina never saw an ugly or mundane man with her. This one left her cold. He reminded her too much of a star of a karate movie, hard-eyed and a face like stone. Demons were becoming more her style these days. She stuck out her hand and he took it, giving it a shake. Hi, Im Tina Epson. This is Charun, my date. The club is superyou and Melanie will love it. He grinned, his gaze traveling over her from head to toe, lingering on her breasts. Yeah, soon as I can get Melanie to go find us a table. My names Robert Swenson, by the way. Tina shifted, uncomfortable with the way his eyes honed on her breasts. How hunger shone in them. Come, Tina. We must go. Charun grabbed her by the shoulders, picked up their coats, and forced her to follow him, leaving Melanie and her date to stare after them. Charun got her out of the place and into her car. Not saying anything, he slipped into the passenger side. With a snap of his fingers the car lit up and he turned and stared at her with a stone face. His eyes had turned black as the night. She noticed how tense he was, too. There will not be other menmortal or otherwise. They are not for you. Youre jealous? Of that jerk? He shrugged, folding his arms. Yes. She laughed. I was jealous. Melanie kept looking at you as if she couldnt help it. As if you were still an Incubus, and not my Familiar. I hated the way her eyes stripped you to see the sexy beast under the clothes. He grasped each side of her face with his hands. I am your Familiar. No one elses. If I could erase my wicked past, I would, but with you I am a reformed being. He took her lips with his and she tasted his essence in his kiss. The kiss he gave her had not one ounce of lust, instead she could feel the reverence he held for her in it. She realized, too, that she had fallen in love with him. Not as a demon who could make her a witch or some sex on a stick, but as a man.

Her man. His eyes glowed as he pulled away and the cars engine roared to life by itself. Yes, I am your man. Forever. So remember that. They drove home. Once there, just before she headed upstairs to her bedroom, he took her into his arms and kissed her. Soft and gentle at first, it spiraled out of control, fast and hard, his tongue dipping into her mouth. The tingle of connection zapped between them, growing hotter and wilder. Then suddenly, he thrust her from him. She saw how affected he was, breathing hard and his arousal obvious against the tight jeans. He had to press a palm against the wall, as if it kept him grounded, from tearing after her. Go, he told her. Upstairs, now! Before I decide to act on my needs! Charun. He changed before her, becoming the demon. He roared. Go! Do not make me go back on my promise to you! His claws made grooves into the wall. She bolted upstairs as if all the demons of Hell were on her heels. She slammed her bedroom door shut and set the locks. Undressed, she huddled in bed, covers to her chin, and wondered whom she really believed she locked her bedroom door against. Him or her? She fell into an uneasy sleep, full of lustful dreams. And they all starred a very sexy devil.

Chapter Nine
The third day, Tina woke up after a bad night of tossing and turning. It had been hard to sleep and this morning her muscles ached and her head pounded behind her bleary eyes. She unlocked her bedroom door and stumbled to the bathroom, where she grabbed some aspirin from the medicine cabinet and poured herself a glass of water. Washing down the pills, she stood there for a minute, empty glass in hand, wretched. Would tomorrow be like this each morning? Would she give in? And how had his night been? She went back to the bedroom and dragged a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt out of the closet. After dressing, she stomped down the stairs in bare feet, the headache starting to lessen. She found an equally morose Charun sitting at the table, the bottle of her Irish whiskey before him, empty. He looked up as she ambled in and she saw he wasnt drunk. Misery colored his eyes. He looked like a whipped puppy. His pain slammed into her. Oh, hell. Morning, she said as she crossed over to the refrigerator and opened it. Spying the bottle of cranberry juice on the top shelf, she grabbed it and got herself a glass. Leaving the bottle on the counter, she thumped down in the chair across from Charun and took a sip. He stared her, not saying a word. But she caught his hand tightening around the bottle. She arched a brow. What? Im supposed to apologize for your horniness? He said nothing. Whats the matter? Cat got your tongue? She realized what she had said and remembered her first sight of him had been as a black cat and giggled. Oh, thats rich. Cat got your tongue. She stopped when she saw he didnt get the joke and

just stared morosely at her. We met the first time when you used a black cat as your form then, remember? He shifted in his seat. Yeah, I remembered. I didnt know Im a joke to you, either. He popped the top off the whiskey bottle and took another swig, realized it was empty, and slammed it down hard on the table. Im trying. Really trying. But I will not be the butt of some joke to you. He rose from his seat and stormed toward her, tossing the empty bottle into the sink, where it shattered. Did you think this was easy for me? To be near you and not be able to lay one finger on you? Not able to follow my instincts and lay you down on your bed and fill you with the hot glide of flesh to flesh? Imposing, he towered over her. Before she knew what was happening, he yanked her out of her chair and raised her until they were nose to nose. His sexy, otherworldly gaze filled her with heat. Then he kissed her with bittersweet fervor. Light at first, the kiss deepened, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced, sparks of both passion and something else going off. He mastered her with that kiss, nothing more. No groping her breasts, no rubbing himself against her, just his kiss. Like magic, it slipped beneath her skin. Magic? Was he beguiling her with his powers? Trouble, she didnt want to fight it anymore. She wanted more than his kiss, too. He took his lips away and put her down on her feet, then backed away. Sorry. He didnt look at her. Pain filled her. Was the kiss only a way to punish her for his lust and nothing beyond that? She loved him, damn it. The pain grew worse as she knew only lust drove him, that and the need to make her a witch. Maybe she should let him do it, make love with her so at least in some small way, they would be linked forever. She would have him as her own, even if he never loved her. At least, hed never be anothers. Small comfort, though. She still wanted his love. She wanted it all. Let me go take a shower and change into clean clothes, said Charun. Think of where you want to go today. He left her alone in the kitchen. Where do I want to go? she whispered after him. Anywhere, long as you love me.

She began to cry. Miserable, she got up and went to throw away the slivers of glass that had been a bottle. Like her life, broken.

Chapter Ten
Tina walked with Charun through the big cats area at the zoo. Lions paced, roaring while the tigers snarled and leopards roared as they passed the enclosures. The other animals in the zoo had also acted strangely. Reading her thoughts, he said, Its me. They sense I am not of this world. They know I am a supernatural creature of darkness. He stopped and faced her. You have heard that dogs and cats are afraid to go into a haunted house, right? Well, natural creatures other than man know when they are in the presence of a demon or other supernatural being. Animals still have what humans dont have much of anymore, at least most of them. That is the psychic ability to know the supernatural is in their world. Oh, Im sorry, said Tina, appalled. I should have never suggested the zoo. He shrugged. Its all right. You wanted to go to the zoo as you love animals and I wanted to take you where you wanted to go. I should have warned you, though. Im sorry. We can leave He shook his head. No. I promised. They visited each exhibit, and though the animals shrieked and roared from a great distance or ran and hid, she let him lead her though the place. It gave her a headache and he whisked them away by magic to a small caf where they had lattes and sandwiches until she felt better. Later, on her suggestion, they rented some movies, ordered a delivery pizza, and picked up soda and some popcorn at a nearby supermarket and went home. She popped the popcorn in the microwave, and when the pizza came, they ate it and drank the soda, watching a couple of comedies and a scary movie about a vampire. During it all, she took his hand and held it, enjoying his reactions to the movies as

much as the movies themselves. Especially when he remarked that vampires didnt act like they did in the horror film. She fell even more in love with him and the pain in her heart grew bigger. On the fourth day they spent it going through a Halloween store, giggling at the funny demon masks and marveling over some nifty, scary stuff. Tina even bought him a small statue of a demon that he had found on a shelf and been fascinated with. It looked something like him in his demon form. No, he said, you dont need to. Dont argue, she replied, digging into her wallet for some dollar bills. Its my present to you. She caught him bringing it out of the bag to stare at it and stroke a finger over it. That made her fall even more into love with him, if that could be possible. That night she crawled into bed after leaving him on the couch with his present, and laid there with a smile. Her smile faded as she remembered that tomorrow would be the day before Halloween. For the first time, she didnt look forward to Halloween at all. Troubled, she wondered how she would make her decision, and drifted off to sleep. **** Charun slipped off the couch, the blankets falling to the rug. He shifted into the demon and then to purple smoke, then drifted upstairs to Tinas bedroom. Becoming solid again, he stared down at her, memorizing every detail. He loved her. Not lusted after her because she was his witch, loved her as the woman he had fallen for, deeply and irrevocably. If he could stop the inevitability of Armageddon, he would. But Heaven and Hell set the rules and there was nothing that he as a lowly Familiar could do about it. He didnt care if she said no to his lovemaking, he just wanted her to survive the coming horror. Something wet came out of his eye and slid down his cheek. Confused, he stepped out of the bedroom and walked to the bathroom. Switching on the light, he stared at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. He touched the wet bead shining on his

cheek and sniffed at it, then tasted. A tear. What humans made when they became unhappy and cried. But he was a demon. Demons did not cry. Oh, those lower demons that had been humans when alive knew about tears and had memories, but not the dark angels. Like him. He watched as another tear, then another and another well up in his eyes and roll like shining balls down his face. Then he lowered to the floor and bawled like a baby. Worse, he began to wonder if he cried for this new added pain, or for her. **** On the day before Halloween, Charun and Tina had a late lunch at some deli. Tucked downtown in a dark little corner off Sixteenth Street, the sign above its door pronounced it as Chamurs Deli. Tables with plastic red and white checked tablecloths and red stools populated the place, and Charun led her to one in front of a large window. The window looked out on the sidewalk and she saw all sorts of people pass by. Charun gave their order at the counter, and then ten minutes later brought their food and drinks to the table. Sinking her teeth into it, her taste buds discovered the best submarine sandwich she ever had. The turkey was lean, the cheese succulent, the fixings out of this world, and the bread had obviously been freshly baked that morning. The chips that came with it were obviously homemade and made a pleasant crunching noise as she ate them. It wasnt until after they left and were driving home that she realized that Charun hadnt paid the owner, a short, horsy-faced man with dark skin. You didnt pay for our lunch, she said, as she pulled into her driveway and shut the engine off. Thats because Chamurs Deli is owned by a Hindu demon. He opened the business to attract mortals, get his quota of souls that way. At least, those on diets. Mortals have signed away their souls for just one taste of his food. And you have to admit, it is worth every bite. That man is a demon? Normally, he appears in the shape of a horse with iron

legs. Hes able to scare wanderers of roads that way. Though he hasnt done that in a couple of centuries. Besides, he likes owning a deli. Immortality can be boring and even demons like to have a purpose to their lives. Tina opened her door and climbed out of the car. She threw her arms up. So youre saying that all kinds of demons live among us? He stepped out of the car and slammed the passenger door shut. Yes. Did you really we would stay down in Hell until summoned or something? You really need to stop reading that trash. Frowning, he stared up at the sky. Tina realized that the day had grown darker, like instead of mid-afternoon, it was fast becoming nighttime. That frightened her. She swept her gaze up and saw that the blue sky and bright yellow sun had vanished, replaced by darkness as black as ink, and it spread across the sky like some nasty stain. Not one star or even the moon dotted the obsidian blanket. Like a giant hand had just reached in and flipped the light switch. The front door swung open. Light spilled out onto the porch. The fear grew worse, hurting her stomach. Get in the house, Tina. She stared at him and took a step back as she saw that his eyes glowed. Whats going on? He walked around the front of the car and grabbed her by the arm, rushing her toward the front porch. I. Said. Get. In. The. House. Now! The fear swamped her and she broke into a run, tearing her arm out of his grip. She paused at the opened doorway and glanced back over her shoulder at him. A darker shadow than the night, his figure seemed to have grown taller, with more mass. For a minute she wanted to go back to him and force him to come into the house with her. Damn. She was afraid for a demon. One who could take care of himself. One who scared her and not from fear, but that she was willing to even let him make love to her, just to keep him safe. The need to feel his arms around her shook her to the core. She bolted into the house and slammed the door shut behind her, setting the locks. She slid to the floor and hid her face in her lap. Waited and

worried and sweated from the fear inside her. **** Charun paced the lawn. He could smell all the demons that surrounded the house. Their odor filled the air like a disgusting poison, rancid like sour milk. His night vision caught a shadow that detached itself from the dark, moving toward him. It stopped and he saw a larger, more massive demon with black skin and curling rams horns of ivory. Its eyes were vacant and that scared him more than anything else. Hells Bells, its Byleth. A devil in command of eighty legions, he was always escorted by cats that blew horns. One of the nastiest devils around, and for the past couple centuries down in Hell one big pain in the buttocks for Charun. Where in Hells bells were those beasties that always werent far away? Charun sniffed and caught the scent of the nasty furballs and, sweeping his gaze around the yard, saw several pairs of glowing yellow eyes staring back at him with hate. He bet theyd upchucked some hairballs on Tinas grass, too, just from spite. The other demon chuckled. Charun swung his gaze back at him. I can smell your lust for the bitch, Charun. Shes got your prick hard as a rock. I admit that mortal pussy might be good for some demonic cock. No doubt, it obviously needs it. But remember the prophecy. Byleth drew nearer, then stopped. Thats the bitch thatll stop me and others of our kind from wiping mankind off this pathetic planet. Fuck it, Charun. Lucifer is wanting more than his usual quota of souls. I never could deny the big fallen angel anything he asked. Charun used to think like Byleth. He had served Lucifer like an eager lover, giving the Beast his souls so he would look with favor on him. Wanting just one pat on the head and telling Charun he had been a very bad boy. But when he became a Familiar, things changed. Even more so, it all changed when he first took in Tina with his own eyes. That couldnt be love, could it? He was a demon. Demons knew and believed in lust, but not

love. His purpose was to bring forth her witch powers, nothing more. Then her face wavered in his mind and he couldnt deny his feelings. He loved her. And he would be damned to Hell if he let Byleth and the others, shit, even the big cocksucker himself, kill her. He shifted into his true form. Eyes narrowed, Charun snarled, Touch one hair on her and I swear Ill rip your dick and balls off and shove them up your ass, Byleth. Though knowing you, youd probably love that. Out of the air, Byleth magicked a cigarette and stuck it into his mouth. A flame burst at the end and made a harlequin of shadows and light across his hard features. Smoke rose from it and circled his horns like a wreath. His eyes glittered with dark promises. He wore a most macabre smile. Sorry, that it has to come to this No, youre not sorry. Another chuckle. Guess youre right. I cant wait to dig my talons in her pretty flesh. I just might even fuck the bitch in her ass before I tear her apart and feed the pieces to my cats. The sounds of his cats yowling rent the air. Bastard. Byleth chucked the cigarette to the grass and crushed it beneath a hoof. Yeah, Lucifers own, in fact. He was always one of Mamas favorite studs. She said he had more dick than all the Incubi put together. He clicked his claws and Charun watched as other shadows emerged from the darkness. Fiends of every shape, size, and pure horror massed behind the demon lord. Something that only H. P. Lovecraft could dredge up in his stories. Or even Poe, in one of his drug-infested nightmares. Every one of them was a nasty piece of work. Another click of Byleths claws and the two jack-o-lanterns began to glowtheir carved faces becoming sinister. They began to laugh, flames spitting out of their carved mouths. The air filled with the yowls of Byleths cats. Demons roared, screamed, and howled. Charun magicked himself out of there and into the house. Tina screamed and leaped to her feet when she saw a demon appear out of the air in front of her. Not taking time to reassure

her, he slung her over his shoulder fireman style, and took off at a run for her bedroom. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed that it was only three hours to midnight. The witching hour, making it Halloween then. Hell and its devils had been impatient and not willing to wait until then. Why should they? Demons had no honor. Forget the wait until Halloween seduction angle. No more time for that. He had to make love to her now. Her life depended on it. Hell, the mortal realms future and all the humans and living things in it depended on it. Bad thing about that, though, that always made it difficult for a demon to get an erection when pressured.

Chapter Eleven
Tina screamed and beat a tattoo on the monsters back. She tried to kick at it, but the creature held her legs and feet in a tight grip. Though still frightened, she quieted down. It was then she noticed the weird iridescent glow that covered the walls and ceiling of the house. Dear God, where is Charun and what the hell is happening here? Hell is the right term, babe. It was Charuns voice. But where was he, and why wasnt he saving her ass out of this monsters grip? You saw me like this before. Remember? Im the purple monster, and yeah, Im saving your ass. There are big, bad-ass demons outside of your house, ready to bring on Armageddon and tear you to ribbons and feast on your blood and bones, so youve got to choose now. Do I or dont I? Choose? Choose what? The decision to let me make love to you. You see, youre part of this prophecy of Heaven and Hellall to do with stopping Armageddon. If you dont let me bring forth your powers, then those demons outside your door are going to tear you to pieces. One of them, a master demon who goes by Byleth, wants to feed you to his demonic kittiesafter he has his disgusting way with you first. Charun kicked her bedroom door open and stomped inside. The door slammed shut after them, the weird glow sliding over the wood and sealing it. He tossed her onto the bed and, with hands on hips, stared down at her. Her gaze slid over his erection between his powerful thighs, massive proof of his need. It acted alive, bobbing toward her. Moisture glistened on the bulbous head. Tina watched as his body bubbled and dissolved. In the demons place stood the human-like Charun she knew, naked.

Sweeping her gaze south, she saw that his organ remained demon-sized, proving he was still ready to make love to her. Demons may be outside, ready to bust in and eradicate them both, but he wanted her. Worse, she wanted him in exactly the same way. Heat pooled between her legs. Her hands clutched the blanket and she just kept staring at his erection. But when she licked her lips he shifted and she looked up. Desire blazed in his eyes. I can barely hold myself in check, babe. Decide now. Halloween is not far away and if you dont choose the lovemaking the demons will do a trick and not a treat to you. Youre all that stands between them and what they are desperate for: Armageddon. His voice had deepened, as he grated out the words. She swore his cock grew larger. Thicker, too. More demonic. Instead of fear, she felt her desire go out of whack. Her fingers tore at the blanket as the heat burned inside her. If you dont, Ill decide for you, whether you want it or not. Aw, hell. He smiled and she came almost then. His smile hinted at carnality and promised her everything. No more denying what she wanted. If this meant her last moments on Earth, then she would go out with a bang. And she was sure Charun would make it the most memorable last night of her life. Instinct took over and she tore her clothes off, tossing them to the floor. She wanted him. She stretched out her arms to him. Need and love flushed her skin and the heat within her felt ready to erupt like a volcano. She wanted to feel his fingers skimming over her skin, his cock deep inside her, pounding away. And if it helped stopped those fiends she heard howling outside her house, pounding on its walls, all the much better. Her thighs parted, revealing her feminine secrets to him. Charun understood what she wanted him to do, too, as she heard him growl. He placed one knee on the bed, then the other, and crawled over her body. His cock was nearer in its goal, a single bead of wetness glistening at the tip. She licked her lips in anticipation. Suddenly, as if the world muted around them, the only sounds to be heard were her panting and his low growl. Instead of laying his body

over hers, he jerked her against him as he kneeled on the mattress. He wrapped one arm around her back and crushed his mouth against hers. Oh, dear God! No blasphemy, my love. I am only a lowly demon. Had she heard his thoughts? Yes. Our connection is complete, even before I connect my sex to yours. His kiss became harder as he tangled one of his hands in her hair. She had wondered what he would be like. She had tasted his flavor before in that kiss in Chamurs Deli, and other times before that. This one, though, was different. This time the taste was hot and spicy, carnal pleasures she shouldnt have but wanted oh so badly. She moaned and he swallowed the sound. God, how she burned. She felt his cock lurching between them, letting her know how eager it was for her pussy. She whimpered and tensed, not sure if she should shove him away or melt into his arms. Never had she felt so contradicted in her life. She splayed one hand against his chest and gripped his shoulder with the other one. His skin felt sensuous, steel wrapped in a velvet package. He drew her closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding in, meeting and dancing with hers. Gliding his free hand over her ass, his fingertips roamed casually over her skin, an erotic tickling. Maybe he had become a born-again virgin when he changed to a Familiar, but he still had the Incubus knowledge. He was still a master at playing her. As his fingers moved over her skin, she thought, He knows how to bring out the right tunes. She raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip, positioning her sex against his raging hard-on, rocking against him. Fevered with lust, she imagined him sliding it in, her smooth, moist skin surrounding him. His finger slipped between the cracks of her buttock and circled the hole there. He tapped against it. She whimpered. Oh, thats feels damn good. Charun moaned and whispered against her lips. Damn, one plunge, babe, and my cock would be buried in the fires of sweet heaven. I always wondered what Heaven was like, but now I know. Its your pussy clenching my dick, loving me.

Tina should have been offended by his crude words. Instead it roared the flames inside her. It affected him, too. His human form wavered, and then shifted back to his demon shape. He pulled his mouth away but kept his claw-tipped demon fingers on her ass, one still circling the rim of her asshole. She shivered. His touch felt good. She wanted him. She wanted him really bad. Like now. As if he could read her thoughts, he chuckled and rubbed his staff against her. I want you real bad too, babe. His face shimmered before her eyes and when it stopped, his human visage was back. Glancing at his body, she saw that he had assumed his costume of human skin again. He chuckled again. I didnt want your first time to be uncomfortable for you. Fucking with a demon and not a man, well, I know how it would be. Youre not fully a witch yet. If we beat these demons, then later when youre a witch complete, we will let the demon in me take you. He leaned over and kissed her lips. Gentle at first, it grew harder. He drank from her lips, his tongue slipping between them to caress the inside of her mouth with erotic knowledge. His tongue and hers mated together, and then performed the most sensual dance she ever knew. While she was occupied, he slipped his finger into her ass and jiggled it. Instead of feeling outrage or even discomfort, her lust went out of control and she felt sparks rising inside her. She was right. He did things well. Mr. Magic himself. He laughed into her mouth, and then pulled back. She saw his eyes twinkling with mirth. Wait until were doing more than kissing. Or when something else much bigger is fucking you, and not just in your ass. Youll see real magic then. But I can tell you, its you. If we werent matched for each other, even this kiss would be nothing. The fire between us was meant to be so, and will always be that way. Your magic is only answering mine. Tina moaned and he swallowed it. Something hard poked her belly and instead of fear, she welcomed his organs prodding.

The ache in her pussy grew worse and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to find relief. He cupped her cheeks and pressed her tight against his cock as he laid her down on the mattress. She took her mouth away from his. Say, fuck me. What? asked Tina, dazed. Say, fuck me, Charun, he murmured, taking her lips again. Fuck me, Charun, she moaned into his mouth. Babe, say my name like that again, and I will just take you here and now, without finesse or gentility. You are driving me mad. Tina went crazy from his hands roaming all over her. Like striking matches, they aroused her, inflaming her to frantically touch him also. Her hands skimmed over his flesh, stopping to tweak a nipple, caress his hairless chest, cup his butt cheeks and fondle his staff and the heavy sacs underneath. Sensory enhancement went out of control for her and she begged him to take her. **** The scent of her drove him mad. Musky, aroused, coupled with a clean, floral scent that probably was her shampoo or soap. No, wrong, it was the magic inside her, spiraling toward the surface. He breathed it in, savoring it like a fine wine. Hells bells, her magic was powerful! He dragged his tongue across her jawline and down her neck. Her pulse pounded erratically against his tongue, mimicking the crazy jack-hammering of his own heartbeat. He kissed his way down her collarbone and she shuddered when he dipped his tongue in the hollow there. Oh, he liked that, making her shudder. The magic liked it, too, sparking crazily along her skin and zapping him at his. Just as they made love, his magic made love with hers. He traveled further, enjoying the exploration, listening to her rapid breathing, the way her body signaled response without her saying a word. Pressing his lips to the swell of her breasts, he licked the moisture of her heated flesh there.

Sweet. Tasty. Also tart. He felt like a kid in a candy store who was allowed to have it all. Her heartbeat pounded against his lips. The magic had pooled there and made it go faster. Tina panted as if fighting for breath, tangling her fingers in his hair, her nails digging in his scalpnot to pull him away, but to push him toward the beaded nipple nearby. Yes. Do. It. Now. Charun. Please. She spoke in a harsh, desperate whisper. Her fingers were rough with the locks of his hair, yanking, hurting. Oh, yeah. He wanted her desperately, too, spread-eagled beneath him, his organ deep inside her. His mouth sucked away on her nipple, like a baby drinking from a bottle. Their combined magicks surrounded them and glowed like radiation. He wanted it all and he wanted it now. He skimmed one hand down and parted her thighs with it. Then he slid two fingers inside her. Like a silken waterfall, she poured over him, and he almost lost it. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to come right then, like some horny human teenager getting it for the first time. Which he was, in a way. Yes, he remembered as an Incubus every kind of way to fuck and seduce, but when he became a Familiar, he became a virgin again. Tina was his first, and she would be his last. Using the old memories of his former life, he circled his fingers in her moistness like a pro. He danced his lips across her flesh like a sensuous belly dancer. Oh, please, Charun, she whispered, rocking against his fingers. Youre killing me. She was close again, so responsive he could do this to her again and again, just to watch and feel her climax. But they didnt have time and he didnt want her to go without him this time. He withdrew his fingers, sliding them into his mouth to taste her. His tongue licked every luscious drop. You taste just like honey, he said after he withdrew them, then kissed her on the lips. She licked at his lips, taking her own sweet taste from his mouth without hesitation. He smiled. Fucking damn, she was his dream. He positioned himself at her entrance, then slid in a slow thrust that made his balls quiver. She was a virgin, and this being

her first time, he didnt want to damage her, or make her never want him again. The tip of his cock found the barrier and with one great thrust, broke through it. She gasped and he caught the sound with his mouth, still lying on her. He closed his eyes for a second and just felt her surround him as he let her become adjusted to the fullness. Fucking hell, she did feel like a silken waterfall. Not just any waterfall, but one with hot, steaming water. That was the magic in her. Hot and pouring over him as it gripped him in a tight vise that had him struggling for what little restraint he had left. He grasped her wrists and pinned them over her head, keeping a tight grip on them and then nestled fully against her so that he could feel that little knot at her apex rubbing against his pelvis. He began to thrust, slow at first, then quicker and harder. Her eyes widened every time he brushed her button with his thrusts. Oh, yeah. If he had all the time in the world, hed do this slow and easy, maybe even pull out and cover that sweet spot with his mouth and tongue. To taste her sweet honey that his cock was stirring. Sip at her spilt virgin blood. Hed like to tease her a little, lap up every bit of her juices, and drive her crazy until she was begging him to let her finish. Shoot, they could do it sixty-nine, his cock shoved past her lips, and let her suck him and get the flavor of his horniness while he tongue fucked her at the same time. But they had no time. Besides the demons outside, madness boiled up inside him, a driving need to thrust hard, to drive home and possess her completely. To let the magic within him spurt into her and help set hers free. Make her his witch. Forever. As it had been preordained. Already he could feel the edge of her magic struggling to burst forth. It made his demon blood churn and twist, and it was damn painful. Voices inside him demanded him to take this female, to make her his. To call out her magic and her destiny. To bring forth the power. Unable to stop it, his horns burst through his skull, as he began shifting halfway, and he roared.

Chapter Twelve
Tina gasped as tiny pinpricks of pleasure splintered inside her. It felt like sparks of electricity. She would have liked to say she didnt want this mating, but shed be lying. Demons were outside, maybe at this moment breaking in, but all she wanted was for Charun to keep pounding away. Forget the terror, or the thought that she was the stuff of prophecy to stop Armageddon. Just this moment, this incredible sex, were the only things she wanted and cared about. The demon she loved. It didnt matter that he wasnt even human. She loved him and knew he had been right. They were made for each other. She wanted and needed only him to give it all to her, and was glad she didnt have to resort to begging to get it. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. Oh, God, Charun was inside her, and it was magic. A perfect blend of heaven and hell, ecstasy and torment as he moved slowly, then thrust hard, giving her an easy stroke or two, followed by a punishing drive that nearly made her cry out with madness. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in, scoring his skin. She licked at his sweaty skin just above where his heart would be if a demon had a heart, then bit him there. The things he did to her, and the way her body respondedit just wasnt normal to her. A connection vibrated between them, their sexual organs, their bodies, and their minds. Feel me, he commanded, whispering to her in a low, husky voice that made her shudder. Feel whats happening between us. Feel the magic growing, ready to burst free. His voice seemed to have changed, deepened, but sounded even way sexier, if that was possible. I do. Feel it, he said again, thrusting upward, grinding against her.

She could feel it. The tension grew, along with the heat from some kind of electricity. It coiled around her center like a snake. Squeezing, tightening with every one of his exquisite thrusts, it became unbearable. He knew her body as if hed been touching her forever. He made whatever was happening build. She felt ready to explode. She scraped with her fingernails at his shoulders, and then clawed upward until she found his head and the horns that jutted from there. A tight grip on them, she held them for the ride of her life. Let it go, babe, he said. Give it all to me. Frightened by whatever was happening with her body, she shook her head. This felt like more than just great sex. Something kept sparking along her nerves, in her pussy and in her mind. She didnt want to let it loose. It was too scary. She fought the strangeness, trying to tamp it back down. Tried to keep the thing inside her from erupting to freedom and something even more. If she let it loose, she knew shed be different forever. No longer the normal Tina Epson of once upon a time. Let go, he said once again, his voice demanding, gritty with the same need that she felt. Look at me. She stared into amber yellow eyes that were turning more golden with each second. It was like staring into a swirling abyss of hellfire. Her belly tumbled with need and sensation. Let it run wild, he said. I love you. And again, he ground against her, making her so wet she felt it trickle down her thighs. Like a lit match struck to tinder, the fire began. She went with it, freeing her grip on his horns and digging her nails into his broad shoulders as he moved so expertly against her. She quivered from the sheer pleasure of it. Tears stung her eyes. And the sparking became a major brush fire, enveloping her whole body. And his. For she saw his flesh flushed with redness and felt the heat rise off of him, too. Then the weird, iridescent glow that slid over him covered him. No, wait. It covered her, too. It blanketed them both. She was there. Really there. Charun! she screamed as her orgasm washed over her, making her shudder uncontrollably and

tighten around him. It burst inside her and spilled over, a wild, bucking ride she was unable to control. All around them sounds of glass breaking and a heavy sizzling roar almost like a backdraft filled the room. A burning ozone wafted to her nostrils. She saw him clench his jaw and he screamed and went with her, emptying inside her while he gripped her buttocks, his gaze so intense it was almost painful to look at him. And the iridescent glow splattered like paint everywhere, plastering everything in the bedroom. But she didnt tear away her gaze from his. She stayed on this amazing journey they both took, riding with him to dizzying heights. Both frightening and exhilarating, she didnt let go no matter what. He trembled. Then, still holding tight onto her, he buried his head in her shoulder, biting the flesh there. Funny, it didnt hurtinstead it gave her a feeling of pleasure. Finally, maybe even realizing how heavy he might be on her, he rolled off her body onto the mattress. He drew her into his arms and laid her head onto his chest. His hands stroked her and she breathed in his masculine odor. Not only him, but the smell of his magic, too. A combined heady scent. Dazed, she saw that the glow had vanished. No, not vanished, but seeped into the house, said Charun, kissing her on the brow. Our magic is all around us. Outside she heard wild screaming and yelling, as if many hands were beating a tattoo on the wood, on every part of the house. She also noticed the glass in the dresser mirror had shattered, sprinkled all over the top of the dresser and most likely the rug below, too. Taking a breath, she caught a whiff of smoke. That came from your magic, too, said Charun. With your orgasm your magic was brought to life. Thats why you hear the demons outside. They know we did it and that the prophecy is coming true. And theyre not happy about it one bit. She slipped out of his arms and climbed off the bed. Staring at him, she noticed that his horns were gone and his eyes yellowamber again. Then she stood there, holding a hand out. She felt ready to take on the world. What are we waiting for? Lets go kick some demon ass.

Chapter Thirteen
Ignoring her hand, Charun climbed off the mattress and padded past her to the bedroom window. He stopped, looking back over his shoulder at her. Want to see what were up against? With a wave of his hand, the window and wall vanished, and Tinas eyes widened as she saw many demons of different kinds outside. They filled the yard and she sensed they surrounded the house, too. She joined Charun. Demon eyes stared back at her and she fought the urge to cover herself. Instead she clutched at his hand. He held on tight. Can they see us? For the moment, no. But their magic is combining together, making it stronger than mine, and they can sense us standing here. What about my magic? Its newborn. Though more powerful than mine, it wont be enough on its own yet. He frowned. I hope thats all thats out there. I doubt it, though. A deep voice dripping with evil called out. We can smell you, witch. Sweet and tangy, innocence just lost. Your damn magic sizzling. Charuns seed just permeates from your pussy. We wants a taste of that pussy, little witch. I want to eat you all up. Who said that? asked Tina, angry and scared at the same time. Charun glared out at the demons. Byleth. The one I mentioned earlier. Hes a master demon, in charge of legions. Like those were seeing now. One real nasty son of a bitch. The voice chuckled. I heard that, Charun. And I thought we agreed Im a bastard. Though I admit my mama was a jackal.

Then the voice changed, morphing into a whiny, pleading tone. Come on, Charun, share the two-legged pussy. I got a broomstick shell love to rotate on. Itll give her one hellish ride. You can watch, too. Or maybe you can let me suck your cock while I fuck your witch. Youre crude, Byleth. I wouldnt make love with you even if you and I were the last beings in the universe, said Tina. Who said anything about love? Im talking about sex here. Getting down and dirty. Like I said, Charun can join in, too, make a mnage. If not the way I said, he can become a cat and ride your ass while you ride me. She saw someone shove aside the demon bodies, until it stood in front of her. Large, hulking, it had shiny black skin. It also had hooves and ivory curved horns like a ram would have. The ugliest thing she ever saw, malice glinted in its red eyes. A cigar hung from the mouth, smoke rising from its burning end to cover his face like a gray mask. He reached out and she watched with horror as his fingers, then his hand and arm, passed through the invisible glass window. The fingers wiggled at her. He laughed. I can see you, witchy poo. She gasped. Just grab my hand, sugar. Since you now like demon cock let a real demon show you what fucking is all about. She back-stepped a few inches. No, thank you. He withdrew his hand and cocked his head to one side. The smoke dissipated and the cigar vanished. His visage hardened. He looked straight at her, his eye narrowed. She saw hate in them. She shivered and drew closer to Charun. Youre telling me you prefer that witchs pet to me? Hes nothing but a pussy wanting pussy. Charun snarled, You keep your grubby claws off of her. He shifted, becoming his demon self. The demon lords gaze switched to Charun. Oh, Ill do more than touch the bitch. No prophecy is going to stop Hell from taking over this mortal realm. And if you were smart, boy, you join us. Of course, if you do, you have to share some of that honey you got from her. Byleth shrugged. Of course, if you dont join us, well still get the witch and I know of one demon, maybe a couple, who said theyd love to make you their butt

monkey. Youll learn how it felt for some of those men you fucked as an Incubus when your rod was shoved up their ass. And while its happening to you youll get to watch one after another of all the demons here have at it with witchy poo. Tina felt the strange sparking inside of her, like a raging power surge she barely kept in check. It was the anger and fear she felt. Anger that this crude creature threatened not only her, but her Familiar. Fear that a hundred demons, even more, surrounded her house, maybe the neighborhood. That they didnt just want to harm and kill her, but gang-bang her, along with Charun, too. Had any of these fiends killed any of her neighbors? Or worse? She clenched her fists. Byleth grinned at her. Sugar, your neighbors were the first to go in this war. That sweet little old lady that lived next door to you tasted great after I roasted her in hellfire. Every last bite was finger licking good. Shared her with my cats. Mrs. Dandee. You ate Mrs. Dandee! Shes the nicest person I ever met. You bastard. Suddenly, she didnt feel like holding the power inside her in check. As if she always knew what to do, she chanted words in a language she never uttered before. Charun gripped her hand and gave a grim smile at Byleth. Charun laughed. You just pissed off the wrong witch, you sorry motherfucker. You forced the hand of prophecy. The other demons surrounded Byleth, pushing him back away from Tina and Charun, becoming a solid wall. They growled and snarled. Filthy coward, thought Tina as she felt the heat rising off her skin, cracking and snapping. Iridescent sparks zapped out of her fingertips and she felt like her eyes were burning. Glancing aside at her Familiar lover, she saw that he flushed bright red, like a burning ember. His horns lengthened and became a bright, glowing purple. Sparks zapped from the tips. His hair rose, the edges tipped in the same power. He looked at her and she saw that his eyes were glowing bright amber yellow. Eerie. Otherworldly. Of course, you idiot, hes a demon. He whispered to her, Let it go, babe. Just like your orgasm. Let it free. I will add mine to it. Well give them a blast of

biblical proportions. Like an atomic bomb, she exploded. Her powers, mixed with Charuns, surged, zapping demons left and right. Agonizing screams of terror filled the air. Unimaginable things scattered, trying to escape. Some slipped and fell, never to get up again but be blinked out of existence. Others managed to remain on feet, paws, hooves, tentacles and more, aiming for the middle of the street. Smoke rose in the night. She felt like she had stepped out of her body and watched as her mortal shell glowed with iridescent light, shooting tendrils at the demons. A glowing Charun kept a hold of her hand with his and she saw that his powers flew from him in tentacles, hooking up with her body. As if he had touched her deep in her womb, she had an orgasm. The magic went off like a bomb, striking at all the remaining demons. They became piles of ash and melted goop all over her yard, and as her spirit left the house she noticed the same stuff all over her neighborhood. All except Byleth. Escaping, he raced away in a chariot hitched to cats of many colors and scraggly fur. They pulled him easily toward a large hole that had opened up in the middle of the street. A weird red light flashed out of the hole, aiming for the sky, particularly the moon. The moon no longer gleamed white, but became blood red. Blood moon. No, the bastards getting away. That must be the entrance to Hell. Black fire burst from the jack-o-lanterns on her porch from their eyes, noses, and mouthsas it did from all the others in the neighborhood. Instead of being hot, though, this fire felt cold as ice. Her spirit self floated up until she hovered above Byleth. She watched him get to the edge. He halted his cats and stared up at her. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face, like he knew her spirit was up there. With horror, she saw why. More demons were dragging and shimmying their way out of the hole. Horrible things clawed their way into her neighborhood. The fiery pumpkins went black. The blood moon vanished and all of the sky grew black. Darkness covered her neighborhood like a cankerous sore. She hadnt stopped the war on humanity. No, it had just

gotten a hell of a lot worse. Byleth cackled. See, bitch, more troops are coming. Lets see if you and your Familiar can keep taking us on. With a loud cry she felt herself careened back to her body. Back inside her flesh, she opened her eyes and dropped Charuns hand. She pointed at the oncoming surge of demons. Theres more coming, Charun. How can we defeat them? He morphed back into naked human skin. There has to be a way. He pulled her into his arms. Babe, Im sorry. I made love to you and made you the center of this demonic war. In fact, if I havent even came looking for you Thats it. Confusion in his eyes, he said, What? Love. Love conquers all. She smiled and kissed him on the lips. Make love to me. Right. Now. But? When you made love to me you brought out my powers. I bet together as we make love, our combined powers will take on the demons. Make love, not war. Love those damned hell spawns away. Remember how you said making love with me was like Heaven? Well, lets give them a taste of Heaven. A big grin enveloped his lips and he leaned down to capture her lips with his. Never had a touch felt so sexy to her. His kiss deepened and he lifted her up into his arms to lay her down on the floor. In the background she heard the demons coming, their growls, yells and snarls loud in the stillness of the night. But it didnt matter. Nothing mattered except Charun and his luscious, hot body on top of hers. And the power they would make together would be like an atom bomb going off, with them being ground zero.

Chapter Fourteen
Charun smelled the excitement and lust discharging from every pore of her body. It drove him crazy. It drove his penis insane. If his existence had to end, whether by demons or their magic exploding, what better way than this? Son of a bitch. She felt hotter than dynamite. The odor of her need clouded his senses. The sweetness from her nectar gathered in her cunt nearly made him drunk from the smell alone. Underneath that musk, he breathed in the scent of fear. His witch was scared. She had the right to be. If this plan failed they would die fucking. At least if he had to go this would be the way he dreamed of, in her arms and his organ deep within her core. La petite mort. They would die of sexliterally. He pressed the tip of his raging hardness tighter against her entrance, feeling the heat of her abilities and wild wetness gathering there. Her magic snapped and crackled against his rod and he almost came right then. He fought to tamp it down. Now was not the time, only together could the magic happen to defeat the oncoming demon army. Her eyes glittered behind her lashes. It aroused him even more to know she watched him, taking in his barely held need for her. He closed his eyes to her sight and shuddered. This is where I always want to be, he said, rolling his hips against her heated pussy. Locked deep within you. I love you. Charun, I love you, too. He felt her hand stroke the side of his face and he opened his eyes. Her love blazed in her eyes, further fueling the fires within him. Keeping them down kept getting harder and harder. She flexed, her knees rising to tighten on his hips as though to hold him in check. He growled as the head of his cock skimmed her moistness that began to seep out of her. He breathed in her need for him. It burned inside her, taunting them

both with a hunger he could barely resist. Yeah, forcing his lust down was hard as hell. His gaze riveted to her lips as she licked them. Oh fuck, how he wanted to lick those sweet lips of hers. Those, and the ones at the entrance to her pussy. Taste the honey from both areas. Horny as all get out and knowing that the demons would soon be upon them, he reared up and grabbed her, then flipped her onto her stomach. Her tight, sleek ass taunted him. He itched to smack those cheeks. No, he wanted to caress them, followed by his tongue as he licked them all the way to her anal crack. He wanted to dip the tip of his tongue in that hole, make her plead for him to stop tongue fucking her in the ass. He went ahead and did just that. She shivered, as the tip of his tip teased the rim of the hole. Knock, knock, he said with a laugh as he raised back up. Whos there? She played along with his little game. Let me in and you will see. His cock swelled harder, larger, the blood in it making it impossible for him not to stick it in her anus. Slipping his hand down to grasp his staff, he stroked it, moaning. He prodded the head at her crack. The dark lust within him erupted and all he could think of was fuck her hard and fast. I want you. I cant hold backand I want it somewhere I am not sure you might let me. Fuck me. Her voice was a breathless, heady murmur that nearly broke through his roaring lust. If its where your tongue was for that second, yes, yes, I dont care. Just fuck me already. He paused, disoriented, the lust buzzing in his head as he rocked on his knees. He focused and looked down, and saw his cock at her entrance all right. Just not her pussy, but ready to sear through the other hole. Precum had issued from his head and wetted there. He had almost speared her in the ass. Instead of horror, it turned him on more. Devilishly, he took the head of his rod and rubbed it around the rim, then pushed in a tiny bit. He paused when he heard her cry out. At first, he thought it was because it hurt. Then her magic snapped at him from the hole and he laughed. The magic wanted him in any hole. Asshole, pussy, or

her mouth, whatever, wherever. His answering magic zapped her ass and she shifted, crying out, Oh, Charun. Oh, God. Not God, he snickered. Just someone willing to give you a devil of a good fucking. Then the scent of her arousal grew more cloying, invading his brain. He could smell nothing else. Taste nothing else. And it came from her cunt. Forget her damn asshole for now. Another time, when they had saved the world and had all the time for all sorts of sex play, he would take her this way. Gripping his cock still, Charun moved closer. Pushed the head against the place her scent rose from, driving him to almost beyond his control. He barely heard the sounds from other demons approaching. He was that much in the moment, in his need. Say it, he growled lowly. Tell me to fuck you. To take you. Charun, please. He pressed his other hand between her thighs, feeling the saturated curls before he ran his fingers around her straining clit. You want me. Fuck me, damn it! I can hear them coming. His nostrils flaring, breathing heavily, he slipped the head of his cock against moist, swollen curves. Positioning his straining flesh at the entrance to her delights, he thrust into her hard, feeling as if he was entering a super-heated, super-tight furnace of liquid silk. Snarling, he withdrew his tortured cock before working it back inside her again. It gave him a buzz. He snarled, Oh, that feels so damn good. Her fingers clawing the rug, she cried out, More. Just do it. More. His head tipped back on his shoulders as his hips pressed forward. Pulled back. Gave her more. Her sharp cries were breaking his control. He needed to bury inside her. He needed the full length of his tortured dick surrounded by her tight, wet heat. Do the old steady thrust and rocking dance. Feel her squeeze and dance around him. He wanted his staff to be his witchs broomstick. Her only broomstick. Hed make her fly, all the way to the moon and back.

The hand that gripped her hip snaked around the front of her thighs. His fingers found her clit. He pounded into her. Hard. Powerful. Deep, plunging stokes as his fingers milked her clit. Her pussy wept for him, drenching his fingers. It cried all over his cock and he loved it. Oh God, Charun. Its good, so good. God has nothing to do with this. Im a demon, remember? One of the fallen angels that plans to have his very wicked way with you. Oh, oh, yes, yes, have your way with meoh, yes! Her strangled scream, the scent of her need, her power surging crazily and striking his cock, her pussy flexing around him, her tight, creamy rear brushing against his stomach and the nearness of demonic screaming behind him was too much. His control broke. Just then she had her orgasm, joining him. It washed over him, merging with his spilt cum and emerging power. Both, along with her own witch powers, made them a blaze of incredible magical iridescent surge that flared outwards, striking all the demons all over the Earth. Obliterating every one. Sending them back to Hell for good. That night, exactly at midnight, a glow surrounded the Earth. His cock softened and his eyes rolled back in his head as he yelled, Fuck! Falling prone onto her, he growled. Then both of them blacked out. **** She regained consciousness. Blinked her eyes. Wondered where she was. Remembered. That growly thing. The moisture between her thighs seeping out of her. His scent and hers mingled. The outstretched flesh of her pussy. His sweaty heaviness on top of her, pressing deep into her back. The silence. Silence? Oh, no. Was he all right? Charun?

Mmmmm. Off me. He got off her and she rolled over onto her knees and flipped back her long hair. She brushed her fingers through the tangled strands, feeling the sweat. Stickiness of their love crusted between her thighs. She turned around and saw nothing outside through the invisible wall. She looked at Charun, her hands resting on her thighs. He looked a bit tired, but still damn sexy. Even with his erection softened. Theyre gone? He stood up and peered through it, too. Nodded. Yep, all gone. Cant you feel it? Feel? Reach deep inside you and call on your powers. Youll know the truth of what I say. There are no demons anywhere in this realm. Well, except me, of course, and Chamur. I used my magic to stop yours and mine combined from destroying him, too. Cant get rid of the best damn deli anywhere. He grinned. Though, now that this is all over, some demons will return. But not to make war. She climbed to her feet and slipped through the invisible barrier, flying down to the lawn. Her bare feet touched the wet dew-covered grass and she saw that dawn had spread like a painting across the sky, a riot of red, orange and pink. The sun barely peeped its face from the horizon, but she knew that soon it would climb the sky to reign high above. The air felt cool, crisp, with hint of burnt pumpkin. The war was over. It was Halloween. Both she and Charun must have been unconscious for some hours. But she had survived. She turned to Charun as he stopped beside her. Youre right. Everything feels crisp and clean. Like newborn innocence. So youre not sorry we made love? She frowned. No. I am not. But was that all you wanted from me? To stop this war. Nothing else? He took her into his arms and looked down into her eyes. No. Yes, this is a bonus of our lovemaking. But I love you. He paused, shocked. A wide grin flittered across his lips. Yes, I love you. He dropped his arms from her and danced around the

lawn, laughing with glee and not caring he didnt wear a stitch of clothing. I. Love. This Woman. Hear me? I love her. She holds my heart in her hands and my demon power by her soul. Forever. She is the light to my darkness. He grabbed her and kissed her. She laughed. Though both were naked, still sweaty from sex, they didnt care. Oblivious to all, even the sun looking down on them. And it was only the sun that watched them as they sank to the ground and began to make love again. This time, without urgency. Eventually, Tina realized those of her neighbors who survived the night might come out, heading to work, and would find them. With a few words uttered under her breath, Charun and she were whisked away to her bed. Cleaned, of course, as if they had just taken a shower.

Chapter Fifteen
Melanie worked the counter at the bookstore. Except for a couple customers, it had been one, long boring day. In another hour, she could lock up this place and go home. She couldnt wait, either. Of course, she would have to stop at the supermarket on the way home first, as she needed to pick some bags of candy for the trick-or-treaters sure to come by her place. She itched to just go home, leave the lights off, and ignore Halloween this year. But then when Tina would ask her when she came back to work from her vacation how Halloween went, she couldnt lie to her. She could never lie to her best friend. Melanie grinned as she remembered the man with Tina at the discothque the other night. Mmmmmnow that one had a body to drool over. After all those years of prodding at her friend to get a life and find a guy, get laid even, Tina finally did it. Well done, girlfriend. She stretched her back. Damn, itd been a long day. She started when the bell over the door pinged. The ghost hanging on the front door danced a jig as the door swung open. Looking up, her mouth almost dropped open as she saw the most gorgeous piece of manhood enter. Sex on a stick. Oh yeah, come to Mama. Her mouth watered as she imagined licking his sexy frame just like an ice cream cone. She bet he would taste scrumptious, too. A treat for Halloween, the kind she liked. Tall, with musclesbut not too muscular, she hated bodybuilder typeshe strolled between the books, pausing here and there, pulling a random one to check it out. She noticed that he had long, lean hands, with pianists fingers. He probably could play a woman with them. Long, brown hair brushed his broad shoulders and he turned to look at her with luscious, brown eyes.

Oh, Godbedroom eyes. He stared at her with a knowing smile that grew on his lips. Melanie swore he was undressing her with those eyes, too. Her nipples hardened and pressed uncomfortably against her sweater. He put the book he had been looking at back and stepped up to the counter. A lovely place you have here, he said, taking her hand and kissing it. Oh, God, he kissed the back of her hand. She never had a man do that ever before. Her hand tingled from his lips. And she loved his voice. Like deep, dark chocolate. A woman could grow fat just on his voice. He leaned his lips near to her ear and whispered. Are you like a book I can open? Are you easy to read? She shuddered. Moisture built in her pussy and she closed her thighs tight so she wouldnt let it seep out. He leaned over the counter and whispered something else in her ear, but she didnt know what. Feeling dizzy, her world spun around. She felt herself being picked up and carried away. The dizziness had vanished and she saw she lay on her own bed in her bedroom. The sexy man walked up to the mattress, naked, and crawled onto it to kneel on her bed beside her. Then she looked down on herself and saw she was naked, too. How did that happen? In fact, how did she get home with the man and not even remember locking up the bookstore? Worse, she swore she had an hour until closing time yet. So why would she even leave the bookstore? A job was more important than a good fuck. The manwhose name she realized she never gotleaned down and parted her legs, then began to nibble at her pussy lips. He thrust his fingers in and she knew she had been right. He could play her well with those fingers. With a moan, she found something big, very big, replacing the fingers and tongue. His cock. It felt big asa house? What? He pushed in hard. It didnt fit. Pain rippled inside her. She shoved at his chest with her hands. Then she punched at him as he ignored her and kept filling her. Stop. Youre hurting me. She looked into his face and screamed.

The good looking man had vanished and something like a monster was ramming itself into her. It laughed as she kept screaming, her mind snapped.

Chapter Sixteen
Stupid bitch. Byleth stood next to the bed, staring down at the unconscious mortal. Blood was all over, between her thighs, on the blanket and sheets, and on his cock. He reached down and wiped the blood off his penis and brought it to his mouth. He licked his hand clean. Sacrificial blood. Too bad it hadnt been virgin blood, for that was always the best. He glared at her. Stupid slut. Then he grinned as a nasty idea came to him. He would give her some sweet dreams. Actually, not her idea of a sweet dream, but more his. Leaning close to her ear, he chanted into it. Nop pi colundrw mo potter. Melanies face relaxed and a smile flitted across her bruised lips. Then she frowned. Her face tightened, lines grooving the skin like a prune as her hands gripped the sheets. Her eyelids fluttered as if she tried to open them. But they didnt. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Byleth laughed. He loved making terrifying nightmares. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Sweet dreams, he whispered against her skin. A click of his claws and smoke formed at his hooves and swirled up and up until it hid him completely. Then it dissipated. Where Byleth had stood, another Melanie posed. She stared down at the struggling, sleeping Melanie on the bed and, laughing, disappeared.

Chapter Seventeen
Still laughing from the 1940s horror comedy movie she and Charun were watching on TV, Tina stole from her chair when a knock sounded at her front door. Though too early for it to be a trick-or-treater, she motioned at Charun to remain on the couch. Behind her she heard rustling and knew he still got up. Even though they had defeated Byleth and his bunch, she walked with care to the door and threw it open, moving into a stance to fight just in case. She wondered if something terrible waited for her on the porch. Instead she saw her friend, Melanie, standing on the porch, cradling a big package in her arms. Afternoon, Melanie, said Tina with a relieved smile. Come on in. Hi, Tina, said Melanie as she stepped past her into the house. When I got to the bookstore this morning, I discovered this package propped against the door. Its addressed to you. Why didnt you call me about it? Melanie shrugged. I wanted to deliver it to you in person. She dumped the package into Tinas arms and then ambled into the living room. Staring down at the thing in her hands, Tina followed more slowly as she puzzled out who would send her anything, and why the bookstore and not her house? Well, hello, said Melanie, flopping down into Tinas vacant chair. Charun, isnt it? Charun thumped down onto the couch and didnt answer, just stared at her. Then he moved aside to let Tina plop down next to him. He snaked his arm along the back of the couch behind her and looked at the package in her lap, still not saying anything. But as Tina looked aside at him, she saw the wariness in his eyes. But it was her best friend, Melanie, who delivered it and she looked all right to her. Most likely, it was some place Tina had

ordered online and had forgotten that she had it sent to her work address and not her home. Right? The package was covered with orange wrapping paper with black cats and witches on broomsticks all over it. Tina ran her hand over the glossy paper, and picked up the gift tag attached to peer at her name scrawled on it. Melanie reached over and grabbed some of the popcorn from the big bowl on the coffee table, thrusting the handful into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, then picked up the whole bowl and began eating from it. What is it? asked Charun. She heard the warning in his voice. Im not sure. Melanie said this was propped against the door of the bookstore we both work at. Mouth full of popcorn, Melanie said, Open it, Tina. I want to see what it is. Charun narrowed his eyes. I dont know Melanie swiped another handful of popcorn. Aw, come on, what could be wrong with it? Unless youre afraid she has another admirer. Is that it? Afraid some hunky guy is going to rain on your parade? Charun glared at her. No, I am not worried about another man. I know she loves me. Tina made a quick decision and began to tear at the paper. Once the wrapping scattered on the floor at her feet, she stared down at the antique gold tin square container. Not normal cardboard, but tin. Thats strange, she thought. A tiny voice within her warned her, dont open it. Her hand rested on the container. She swore she felt something move around inside it. She felt unsettled. Charun reached over to take it from her. Here, let me just trash it. A small flame of anger sparked in her at his take charge attitude. Trash it? What for? She may love him and they were connected but damn, she would not let any man, even one from Hell, decide for her. As for her reactions, maybe she was taking this witch stuff a little too much. Well, I sense youre not crazy about She snorted. Right. Maybe Melanie is right, and youre

worried its from an admirer of mine. She yanked off the cover. Nothing was inside. Puzzled, she placed it beside the empty bowl of popcorn Melanie had put back on the table. Theres nothing in it. Why would someone send you an empty container? asked Charun, his eyes narrowing even tighter. I dont like this. He looked over at Melanie. I dont know That same tiny voice urged her to put the cover back on it before Just then a spiral of puke green smoke rose out of the box, snaking up toward the ceiling. It expanded and sent a mist of the same color around the room. From there, the mist filtered to the other rooms in the house. Tina and Charun leaped to their feet. Tina slammed the cover back on the container, but it was too late. With a sinking feeling, she knew like Pandora of Greek mythology, she had let something bad out. Melanie held her stomach as she laughed and pointed at them, rolling on the chair. Got you! Her voice deepened, changing into a mans. Then she stopped laughing and stood up. Horrified, Tina and Charun watched as her form rippled like a television screen shorting out. The lights in the room began blinking on and off. Just then, Tinas television exploded. Glittering pieces of the screen showered over them. Charun grabbed Tina and protected her from it by covering her with his body. Seconds after, the lights did the same thing all over the house. The living room was dark, and the eerie glow from the green mist became the only source of light. Charun withdrew from Tina, but still held onto her. They both turned their heads to stare at Melanie. Instead of her, they found Byleth reclining, a smirk on his face. Youre supposed to be back in Hell, said Tina. And what did you do with my friend, Melanie? Now, did you think it would be that easy? As for your friend, dont worry. Though I did get to have my way with her. Too bad the bimbo couldnt take demon cock that much. Bled some. Still, like I said, shes alive and under my spell. Right now the human bitch is asleep on her bed, her spirit caught in a

nightmare. He cocked his head to one side. Oh, yes, shes screaming her head off, but cant wake up. Stupid human bitch. Tina hated him, wanting to wipe that smirk off his face, but was worried what he was doing to her friend, too. If she slapped him, what worse things would he do to Melanie? Could people really die in their dreams? The prophecy. He jumped to his hooves. Prophecy, schmophecy. Halloween isnt over yet and theres still time for me to make this particular Armageddon work. The demon lord laughed as he looked at Charun. Tina turned her head and saw a strange gleam in Charuns eyes. Byleth circled around both of them. For eons since the Fall, we demons have played this game with Heaven. He halted, tapping a claw against his goaty lips. Let me see, this makes this the thirteenth Armageddon. Thirteen is a lucky number for me. Im going to destroy you, witch, and your witchs pet here wont be able to do a thing about it. Im surprised he never told you about all this, that this is just the thirteenth in a line of wars. Charun went for him, shifting into his demon form as he did so. Yes, I knew about that this being the thirteenth Armageddon, but I sensed that this time we would win completely. He looked at Tina with apology. I didnt want to worry you about this, Tina. Must have been on your need to know list, and you felt that Tina didnt need to know, said Byleth with a snicker as he ducked Charuns punch. Sorry, witchy poo, but your demon lover has kept a few facts from you. His eyes darkened. This time, though, we will win this war. Ill be double-damned that fucking Heaven will win this time around. He made a fake sniff. Oh, how sad, all the pathetic souls in this mortal realm will be mine and most of all, Lucifers himself. Charun growled. Thats what you think. Out of nowhere a dark light beamed into the room and two other demons stepped out of it, both big and muscular. The light dissipated. They grabbed Charun from behind before he could do anything, and though he fought hard to escape, he couldnt. One

of the demons magicked a strange rod out of the air and used it, zapping Charun in the head with it over and over until he dropped to his knees in agony. Tina wanted to go to him, use her magic on the demons, but he looked at her and shook his head no. Byleth approached Tina, his hand outstretched. Come, witch, and take my hand. You might as well give up. Without your boyfriend there connected with you sexually, your power is cut in half. You might be able to get rid of my two hench demons, but Hells bells, with him under my control you dont have a chance to take me down. He smiled down at her, his teeth cannibal sharp. I destroyed the other twelve witches that had been prophesized about before. Unfortunately, each time their Familiars got off a call to that damn Archangel Michael, and he and his angelic brown nosers stopped me and sent me back to Hell. He grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. She began choking. Not this time, though. I plan to get rid of your pet first and then, you. I think that will set off as a win-win scenario and Earth will become Hells property. Anger flamed inside her and her magic rose in answer, fanning the fire through her like a forest fire. Maybe she didnt have a connection to Charun personally, but she would let this demonic bastard know she would go down fighting to the very end. Thats it, my sweet, let it go. Charuns voice spoke to her inside her head. She didnt dare look at him and fought the smile that ached to reach her lips. The bastard, Byleth, was wrong. Maybe what was wrong with the other witches was they hadnt loved their Familiars. Okay, he forgot to tell her the little detail of more than one Armageddon. They could iron that out after she kicked Byleths butt back to Hell for good. They had a connection, and love made it stronger, so much better. Tina loved Charun. If they killed him, she knew her life wouldnt be worth living. Oh, she would fight Byleth, but even if she won this battle, she would join him in death. She just prayed that Byleth didnt guess they were communicating by telepathy. I love you, Tina. We are one in heart and magic. And because we are, I make you a present of my magic, merging it

with yours. She stared at him with horror. No, Charun. Sorry, but I am doing it. Its the only way. Tina widened her eyes as Charuns magic flowed into her. It intertwined with hers and both magicks twisted and turned, swelling and swelling until like an atomic bomb, it would explode with cataclysmic proportions. When the power depleted from him, Charun slumped between the two hench demons. She gave Byleth a smile. With a frown, the demon lord dropped his hands from her throat. She rubbed at the bruises, using the power in her to wipe them away. Her smile widened as she saw Byleths worried glance touching her unmarked throat. Byleth, youre wrong. Charun and I are connected. We dont need to be in each others arms. No, our connection is due to love. Our love for each other. He snapped, Kill the Familiar, boys. Now! No! Tina whipped around. Too late, both demons yanked at Charuns body between them. He fought, but without any magic, he didnt have a chance. Before her eyes, she saw his body rip in half. Both halves dropped to the floor and they flamed up, becoming ash in seconds. Then the ash vanished. No scorched marks, nothing at all, remained to prove there had ever been any kind of fire. Nothing remained of her demon lover. Agony at losing him reeled inside her. Anger replaced the pain. The magic in her went wild, rocketing from her fingertips and eyes and striking the two demons. Roars of distress filled the room as they melted, becoming sizzling and stinking puddles of goo on her rug. She wrinkled her nose at the nasty odor. She turned to Byleth, the ember of her magic glowing from her fingertips. The demon lord just grinned, unafraid. You think, witch, that youll be able to destroy me that easily. I dont think so. His body began to twirl around like a carousel going faster and faster. The mist surged around him like filmy netting. Tina flung a bolt of magic at him, but the magic bounced off and flashed back. She ducked and the magic hit parts of her house and furniture. She threw again, but the mist acted like a solid metal wall instead of just what it was. The burning smell grew worse. She stopped throwing her magic.

His protection still around him, Byleth barreled though a wall and the house disappeared. Tina found herself standing in some weird landscape. The sky was a bizarre orange while the ground beneath her feet had a silver sheen. The mist filled the place, but she saw how desolate it looked and that several stone statues dotted the place all over like insane trees. She couldnt tell what they were, none were near enough, but she acknowledged that they were human-sized. Between two of the statues Byleth waited. He leaned against one, his arms crossed. All around him and the statues stood cats. They hissed at her, their backs arched. White, calico, gray, brown, Siamese, Persian, one with no tail, a bob-tail one, a black and white, tabby, and a couple others. A thirteenth, a large black one, stood among them, looking confused and not hissing or arching its back. It looked familiar. Familiar? Tina realized it looked like Charun in his cat form when she first met him. She took a few steps toward the demon and the cats. The black cat stared at her. Charun? she called out, holding out a hand. Is that you? The cats amber eyes widened and with a yowl, it bounded toward her, its tail waving like a flag. Byleth snarled, No, cat. Come here. The cat paused in mid-step, one front paw dangling in the air. It didnt look at the demon, but at Tina. The eyes held a beseeching look, with a shiny gleam. She realized that the shine came from tears, barely held in check. I said, cat, get over here. If you dont, the other cats will gladly attack her for me. Is that understood? With an apologetic look, the black cat turned about-face and padded over to Byleth. The demon lord picked it up with a smile. He petted the cat on its head, and then stroked the soft fur along the back. He grinned at Tina. See, witch, how I can make the kitty come? Fists clenched, she took a couple steps forward. Thats Charun, isnt it? He didnt die, did he? You monster. You made him into one of your damn felines. She looked at the other cats with growing horror. The others? Those are the Familiars of the witches who lost the wars before. Byleth cuddled the cat close to his chest and gripped the

neck tight. The cat began to struggle, sounds of choking coming from it. Yes, this pathetic fleabag was your precious Familiar. Being a demon, hes as damned as the rest of my furballs here. Youre right, the others were the Familiars of the past witches I killed. I managed to change them just after they got their calls off to Michael. Except, they dont remember their past lives as demons. In time, Charun will forget you and everything he knew. Itll be as if he had always been my cat. But if it takes me choking the life out of this pussy to stop you, then so be it. I can live with twelve kitties to pull my chariot. If nothing else, I win this war and get to use all the Familiars left as my cats. Except for Jacokb, he will become my own personal butt monkey. He tightened his grip and Charun tried to wiggle free, claws flaying the air. But without his powers and just being a common cat, he had no chance for escape from death. Tina tried to give back his powers to him, but nothing happened. Byleth giggled. Forget it. You cant give back his magic. This is my domain, down in Hell itself, and the powers will work for you, but you can not give Charun back his. How sad: for eons to survive as a immortal demon, but due to love he gives his abilities to you and now is nothing more than a pathetic alley cat. And hell die as one, too. The demon squeezed tighter and Charuns struggling grew less and less. Frightened for her Familiar, Tina began to chant. Words appeared in the air above her, scattering the green mist, and a loud hum vibrated. Like lightening, the words became like multi-colored lightening bolts and zapped toward Byleth, striking him. The demon yowled and dropped the semi conscious cat. When Tina rushed to grab Charun, the other cats surrounded him, hissing at her and slashing with their claws. Not wanting to harm them, she backed away, but not quick enough as Byleth grabbed her from behind. No you dont, bitch. You may have yours and his magic within you, but youre still mortal. It takes a year before the magic is ingrained enough in your pores for you to become an immortal. So all I have to do is strangle your pretty little neck and theres nothing you or your demon lover can do about it. Using a chokehold, he began to cut off her air. Tina tried to

scream but only squeaked like a mouse. Struggling didnt help, for he tightened his grip even more. Hardly able to breathe, spots danced before her eyes and she felt her life beginning to slip away. She tried to send off a call by her magic, but the thread was thin and she doubted it left the boundaries of Hell. She felt her life thread begin to unravel. It looked like the Byleth would win this war after all. A tear welled up in the corner of one of her eyes. A giant rush of chanting filled the place and Byleth loosened his grip on her throat. Freeing herself as she tried to gulp in air, Tina saw the landscape begin to fill with people. More popped in, joining those already there. Men and women, plus people who shifted into demons not unlike Charun. The screeches from Byleths cats rent the air. A tall, muscular man with long blond hair wearing a long black coat yelled out. Youre not going to win, demon! Jacokb sent us all to help Tina fight this battle because he heard her cry for help. So come on, and bring on your army. The male demon standing next to him grinned and leaned over to kiss the handsome witch on his cheek. Thats telling him, Lars. Grabbing Charun off the ground as the other cats backed up, hissing, Tina jogged over to the other witches and demons. She cuddled Charun to her breast and leaned over to kiss the top of his head. Then she laid him gently on the ground. Lars arched a brow and said, Charun, huh? Well, maybe with your magic and all the covens here, we can bring him back not only from unconsciousness but to his right form. Joining hands, she joined the witches in a chant that grew louder and louder, their combined magicks crackling and popping from their bodies. A hot sizzle scorched the air. The Familiars added their own to the witches and soon a powerful shimmering iridescent glow lowered over Charun, coving him. With a loud bang, the glow dissipated and the cat became an unconscious, naked man. Bruises marred his throat from Byleths choking and they looked terrible. Tina waved her hand and chanted. The bruises faded. His eyes opened and Tina dropped to her knees beside him. Cradling his head on her lap, she leaned over and kissed him.

Take your power back, she whispered against his mouth. This time, I know it will return to you. **** Charuns power flowed from her mouth into his as they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing. The Familiar accepted it and sat up, pulling her into his arms and enjoying the feel of his magic back in him. It was as if a missing friend had returned home. He also felt something else happening: his body hardening. But this was not the time for what he wanted to do to Tina. Not until Byleth was vanquished for good. Oh, Charun. Youre back. He blinked, then sat up and pulled her into his embrace, kissing her with more vigor. With his arms around her, they rose to their feet. His legs were shaky at first, it wasnt long though before Charun could remain on his feet alone without help. Tina noticed Lars sweeping his gaze over Charun from head to foot, focusing on the genitals. She saw that Charun had been turned on from their kissing and the magic. No doubt that Lars liked what he saw as she saw a gleam in his eyes. Jealous, she inched into her Familiars arms, using her body to cover him from the male witchs sight. Mmmmmnot bad, not bad at all, remarked Lars. Even at half rest, hes quite an eyeful. If I didnt have Abalam here, well, I might have tried and give you a run for your Familiar. Charun nuzzled at Tinas neck. Sorry, but you know that once a Familiar has found his witch, there will never be another for him. I am made for Tinas DNA only, not yours. Abalam slapped Lars on his back. Thats right. If you feel the need to ride a demon, then itll always have to be me. The demon cupped a cheek of his witch lovers buttocks and gave it a squeeze. You are mine, so forget it. Look, okay, but touch, never. Lars blushed, but molded his back against his Familiars front. I was only kidding. I want you and only you, Abalam. You complete me as our powers do the same. Another witch called out, Before you guys get all cozy, take a look what has been popping in to join Byleth.

Tina peered from Charuns arms and saw demon after demon appearing out of nowhere, until an army of hundreds no, thousandsstood behind the demon lord. Byleth stood in his chariot, all twelve former Familiars turned cats hitched to it. Some of the demons rocked back and forth on their horny feet, hooves, and tentacles. Others rode skeletal horses, dragons, and unmentionable things that could have come only out of a Lovecraftian nightmare. All apparently were anxious for this war to begin. Anxious to destroy all the witches and Familiars and ready to bring on Armageddon. Charun put her from him and shifted into the demon. No time now. Theyre ready to charge. Byleth grinned and yelled, Now! Kill every witch pet and their magical bitches. Demons charged, surging toward the witches and Familiars. Lining up, the witches and Familiars began to chant, the sound rising in the air and banishing the green mist. From fingertips and claws came iridescent sparks and from eyes, a hot glow. The air that surrounded them sizzled with power. The most powerful of them were Tina and Charun, their potential radiating off them like a sonic boom about to happen. They stood in front of the others, holding hands and unafraid. Some of the demons used physical violence by flinging spears, brandishing swords, and using claws and fangs. The other half resorted to their magic, and the dark magic pushed and shoved against the white magic. Out of thin air whirlwinds and tornados swept up demons and witches alike, while some Familiars conjured up swords to battle the demons physically. Amidst this, Byleth urged his chariot through the bodies, running down those in his way, even those from his own army. Drawing nearer, he uttered a few chosen words, and a sword made of dark light materialized in the claws not handling the reins. Tina saw him and she knew he wanted her and Charun with a vengeance. She and her lover took a fighting stance, their power flaring from them, ready to battle the demon lord. Just then, a flash of pure white, blinding light filled the sky above. It dissipated and revealed an army of angels, led by Archangel Michael himself. Charun frowned. Tina nudged him. What is it?

Nothing, I just thought that angel next to the lead one looked familiar, thats all. But how would I know an angel? The angels dove, swords of light grasped in their hands as they slashed at the bad demons, cutting off heads. The Familiars and their witches joined them. The battle raged, many from both sides perishing. But within an hour, all of the demons of Byleths army were vanquished. Except one. Byleth fought against Charun, sword clanging against sword. Everyone watched in hushed silence as the demon lord slashed at the Familiar, driving him back. Tina wanted to add her magic to Charuns but he had forbid her to, saying this was his fight, for what Byleth had done to him. And so, she prayed, hoping that though she was a witch and Charun a fallen angel, that God would listen to her and save her Familiar. It seemed that God had answered her prayers for Charun lunged and with a vicious parry, not only knocked Byleths sword out of his hand, but broke it in pieces. Then he sent the point of his sword through Byleths chest, skewering where his heart would be if the demon lord had one. Byleth fell to the ground, defeated. Being a demon, there was no blood. The angels vanished and the witches and their Familiars left, too. Only Tina and Charun remained, standing over a fallen Byleth. His cats had loped off, dragging his chariot with them and leaving him to his fate. Byleths sword lay broken in two pieces several feet from his hand. Grim-faced, Charun tore his sword out of Byleths chest and pressed its tip into the demon lords throat. Fear shone in the other demons eyes for the first time. Let me go. Why? asked Charun. You almost made me one of your cats, and you threatened my witchs life. Why should I spare your miserable life? Tina touched his shoulder. Because hes beaten. And Halloween is almost over and that means his war is lost. At least for this turn. Isnt that right, Byleth? The demon eagerly nodded. Yes, yes. There can not be another Armageddon for another two hundred years. Charun threw down his sword and he and Tina chanted.

Using their powers, they called up a train of fire and brimstone and threw Byleth into one of the cars, sending him back to Hell and to his very unhappy master, Lucifer. Ready to leave, both whirled around in a fighting stance when someone coughed behind them. They both eased when they saw an angel. The angel that Charun thought earlier seemed familiar. A pure white glow burst from his head and he wore robes made of the same light. He smiled. Enchanted, Tina and Charun dropped to their knees, bowing their heads. The angel touched the top of their heads gently. You both are now champions of the mortal realm. At any time, you can be called to fight the Darkness. They looked up and watched as he dissipated. That was Jacokb, said Charun, rising to his feet, then assisting Tina to hers. But how can that be? Hes a demon Tina placed a finger on his lips. Hush. Does it matter? If not for him, I would have never met you, my love. Charun smiled and kissed her. Youre right. Lets go home. Then they teleported themselves back home in time for the trick-or-treaters that would come that night.

Chapter Eighteen
Charun gorged on chocolate bars and candy corn as he watched Tina hand out some candy to three kids on her porch. All of them were cute, but he especially liked the one costumed as a demon. The sounds of small feet clattered down the porch steps, and Tina closed the door and put the bowl on the table nearby. She joined Charun on the couch with a sigh. I never saw so many trick-or-treaters than tonight. Glad I decided not to dress up as I usually do and watch on the porch for all the munchkins. Charun chewed the mouthful of candy and swallowed it with difficulty. What costume is that? She laughed. A witch. But with all of Hell and the war, well, I forgot to get it down from the attic where I have it stored. Charun leaned closer and kissed her. You do not need to go get it physically. You can either magic it down, or just clothe yourself as a witch with your abilities. Personally, I love you like this. His eyes twinkled. Actually, I love you all the more as a naked woman. Especially, as one in the throes of passion. She smacked his shoulder. Dirty old demon. If the shoe fits. Then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue past her lips to meet with hers. Tina pulled away and reached for phone as it rang. Hello? Melanie? She took the receiver away from her mouth and covered it with a hand. Its Melanie. I forgot all about her. She took her hand away and talked. Melanie! How are you doing? Youre all right? Im glad. Charun sat down on the couch and withdrew a Milky Way out of the candy piled on the coffee table and took it out of its

wrapper. He kept an ear open to the conversation. You were ill? Did you go to the doctor? Charun took his time, chewing the candy bar. Oh, he found nothing, but gave you some sleeping pills. Okay, Ill let you go. Call me tomorrow. Ill be back to work at the bookstore, as you know my vacation has ended. Tina clicked the off button on the phone and replaced it on the coffee table. She sunk down next to Charun. Reaching over for a piece of chocolate, she popped it in her mouth and swallowed. Glad our spell worked, she said. Looks like Melanie remembered nothing of what happened except that she became ill. Im glad. What Byleth did to her was unconscionable. Tina looked into his eyes, about to say more. She sucked in her breath. His eyes glowed. She felt moisture coming from her womans place between her thighs. Shut the porch light off, Tina, said Charun. I think you gave out enough treats tonight to others. Now I want my treat. And no tricks now. He grinned. Well, there are some tricks you can play on me. Using her magic, she shut off the porch light and made sure all the locks were in place on the door. Being a witch kept proving to be very handy. Both she and Charun rose. He drew her into his arms and kissed her. She felt his lips trail from her mouth to her ear. He whispered. I want you. She murmured as she was so into the moment and felt unable to say anything. She just wanted him to make love to her. With a soft laugh, Charun swung her up into his arms. He carried her to her bedroom, where he deposited her on top of the mattress. Before he did so, he used his magic to pull back the blanket. Tina stretched out on the bed. When you use your magic, I just get more turned on. He stared down at her. You do. Wait for this. Their clothing vanished. Something like invisible fingers stroked her flesh, then tickled their way to her pussy and slipped

inside. She gyrated, enjoying what Charuns magic did to her. Even though he stood at the foot of the bed, she could feel his kisses trailing down her beck to her breasts. His mouth that wasnt there and yet was, as he began to suckle on one beaded nipple. Her eyes burning with lust, she looked up at him and whimpered. She put her arms out to him. No fair. Your magic is nice, but I want you doing this to me. I want the real thing. Not yet. I want my magic to make you come. I want to watch it, directing it on each step and be a part of it and yet, a voyeur enjoying the show. The magical lips kissed their way down to her cunt and she parted her legs wider. The magic teased her blood engorged labia, pressing deeper into her. She felt her lips being spread apart slightly and the magic flicked her clitapplying light pressure there. An invisible tongue licked at her and she felt her orgasm ready to crash over the brink. When her orgasm happened her own magic rose, becoming one with his and like a tidal wave it swept over her. Her screams spiraled to the ceiling and echoed loudly, over and over. Coming back to earth, Tina lay there, shuddering. That was incredible. Charun place a knee onto the mattress and climbed on, joining her by stretching out beside her. Yes, it was. But I need relief. He took her hand and placed it on his organ. It was harder and longer than she felt it had been before. She felt both a bead of moisture at the tip, along with his magic sparking there. Tina wrapped her hand around his hardness and stoked up and down. He moaned and arched into her palm. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had done to her with his magic. Calling her magic to her mouth, she bent over and sucked his cock. Her magic snapped at his head and more moisture came from his slit. It tasted spicy and tangy, and she licked at it. He shifted, thrusting his penis all the way in, until her nose touched his pubic hair. Caressing his staff with her tongue, Tina let him make love to her mouth. Using short strokes, his magic surged from him and both joined together. His unique taste, the way he wanted her, and their magicks,

made oral sex with him the most wonderful thing. Just as he had teased her earlier with his magic, so she used hers to snap and crackle along him. She sneaked a peak up at his face and saw his eyes closed and his mouth open, tiny, quick breaths issuing from it. Working harder on him and letting her magic go wild, she felt him tense and knew he was about to come. Then with a cry, he spurted and Tina drank every drop until his penis became flaccid. She crawled up to him, laying her head on his heaving chest with his arms snaked around her. She felt him give her a kiss on the top of her head. I love you, he told her. She looked up at him. I love you, too. I cant believe I never wanted to become a witch. I would have missed making love with you. A smile on his lips, he kissed her and murmured, Eternity with you will be the most memorable thing for meever. They both drifted off into sleep.

Epilogue
At midnight two glowing lights appeared outside the house, on the street. No one saw them. The lights dissipated and two angels stood there. One was Jacokb, who thankfully was happy to be in his true form. It had been hard masquerading as a dark angel. The other was a tall, muscular male who had long red hair that shined like the pelt of a red fox. He had glowing eyes, same as Jacokb, along with a half circle of light around his head. He prodded a toe at a forgotten smashed jack-o-lantern nearby. So for now the war is stopped. Yes, Michael, for now. Michael stared at the house. What about the Familiar? He has earned the right to stay with the woman. Besides, we may need them the next time theres demon troubles. Evil never takes a day off. Once Tina becomes immortal in a year, well, long as both of them survive, they might be needed for the next witch prophesized. Not saying anything that He has made is wrong, but why would this prophecy be made to mean not one witch but many? Because therell always be demons wanting to destroy the humans and the planet they live on. Thank the Lord, that not all demons are bad and willing to do good rather than evil. Like Charun. Michael agreed. Yes, thank the Lord. And both Angels were enveloped with light. The light rose into the night sky, arrowing away like a shooting star.

About the Author

Sapphire Phelan is an author of published erotic and sweet paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction romance. She lives in Chesterfield, Virginia with her husband and their two cats, Ripley and Bast. You can find out more about her at her website: http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com and MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan. Or join her newsletter at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNew sletter. She admits she can always be found at her desk and on her computer, writing. And yes, the house and husband sometimes suffers for it!