Evanescent

by M J Marstens

  And not just any demon, an incubus.

  It’s like we were fucking made for one another.

  No wonder he’s so beautiful.

  Demons are the creations of fallen angels and nothing gets more beautiful than an angel.

  Or more pompous.

  I hope I never meet one.

  Except the fallen sort.

  I adore them.

  “Alû,” I test. “I like it. So, about that sexvitation. . . .”

  “Nothing sounds more enjoyable than fucking you and the satyr until you can never walk again, but unfortunately, I’m on my way to the human realm. Homework.”

  My mind blanks out when he mentions boning both Marsyas and me.

  Holy shitbucket, that’s a visual.

  My vagina wholeheartedly agrees and starts pulsing rhythmically at the thought of Alû slamming into my satyr, while Marsyas slams into me. . .

  Can anyone say liminal train?

  My vagina can.

  Poor thing needs a name.

  “What kind of homework? Oh, by the way, I’m thinking about naming my vagina Lucy,” I finally manage to speak.

  “I’m searching for humans best suited to help implement my earthly objective. Why Lucy?”

  “Well, it was going to be Your Vagesty, but I figured Lucy would be better suited, considering all the dick I plan to shove up there. . . hope that human shit tightens back up. What’s your earthly purpose?”

  Again, he rolls his head back in laughter.

  “I like Your Vagesty. I’m sure your cunt was made to take a lot of dick. You’re a succubus. It won’t ever get loose. My purpose is to bring homosexual, bisexual, and transgender awareness and love to the Middle East.”

  “Your Vagesty it is. When in her presence, remember to bow down and lick her jeweled nub as a sign of respect. My clit’s pierced with a sparkly crown of diamonds. The Middle-freaking-East? Yeesh. You got heaped with one hell of a task. What specifically will you be doing on Earth?”

  “Come with me and I’ll show you.”

  Alû doesn’t need to ask me twice.

  “Just let me quickly find Marsyas.”

  I shift into liminality and wind through the school grounds.

  I locate my satyr near the gardens, with a half-drunk bottle of wine.

  “Hey, wanna do something naughty?” I ask as I pop into human form.

  He lifts his eyes to me and grins wickedly.

  “Finally. I wondered how long you would make us both miserable,” he grumbles.

  “Come on,” I urge, taking his hand.

  I tug him until I spot Alû walking towards us; I hear Marsyas inhale swiftly.

  “When you said did I want to do something naughty. . .” he trails off.

  “Oh, I definitely meant him,” I chuckle darkly. “But something else, too. It’ll be fun.”

  “Is it against the rules?”

  “Do you even have to ask?”

  “Well, here’s to hoping we get caught,” he mock toasts, stalking towards the sexy incubus waiting for us.

  “Why the fuck would you want that?” I tease.

  “So we can be punished,” he answers with delight.

  It’s on My Fucket List

  Lilith

  I only have my twin’s memories of Earth to go by, but when Alû takes Marsyas and me by the hand and spits us onto fucking Bourbon Street, I think he must have gotten lost.

  The Middle East is much further east than this, right?

  I point this out to Alû, who shoots me a cocky grin.

  “I’ve been finding Middle Eastern men here in the United States that will spread my mission for me in the Middle East. I let my lips do a lot of talking, if you know what I mean.”

  Huh, he definitely had the ‘work less, play more’ ideal down.

  “They’re a lot of Middle Eastern men in New Orleans?” I wonder out loud, taking in all the sights and sounds.

  “You’ve been to Earth before?” Alû asks, his eyes alight with curiosity.

  “Oh no, but my twin lived here for eons. . . I have access to her old memories.”

  “Your twin? I didn’t realize Lilith had one,” Marsyas comments.

  “Not in demon lore, no. But in liminal form, I was made to balance another. . .” I trail off, not disclosing everything.

  I feel a tingle on my right bicep and see my white crescent moon faintly glowing. I rub at it absentmindedly. Alû reaches a finger out and delicately traces the shining shape etched into my flesh. Chills race up and down my spine, causing my skin to pebble up with goosebumps.

  “Pretty,” is all he says, before walking off and whistling.

  Marsyas and I follow, but stop every few seconds, looking inside every window-shop we pass.

  We go maybe another block when I see something I have to do.

  “Guys, wait!”

  I pull open the door to the parlor and step into ‘No Ragrets Tattoo and Piercing’.

  The entryway opens into a tasteful reception area, complete with a small lounge. A pretty young woman sits behind a desk doing paperwork. She smiles at our group when we walk in, not batting an eye at Marsyas.

  I swivel to look at him, and see he now has human legs, encased in dark jeans. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and looks absolutely delicious. He winks at me when he catches me staring at him hungrily.

  “May I help you?” the receptionist asks.

  “I want a tattoo, please,” I state.

  A small frown mars her face.

  “Do you have a reservation?”

  “No. Do you not take in walk-ins?”

  “Unfortunately, we don’t.”

  I feel my face fall. I don’t even know why I’m so upset. It’s not like I even have money to pay for one, but it’s something on my bucket list. Actually, getting laid was the first thing on my bucket list.

  Followed by having a threesome.

  And then an orgy.

  I should rename my bucket list to the fucket list.

  But, for the time being, I’ll settle for a tattoo.

  I already have one and a couple of piercings, but I was formed with them.

  I want to experience the pain of the needle biting into my skin for real.

  I guess today is not my day. . . I’ll just have to settle for an orgy instead.

  Boo-hoo.

  I turn to walk back outside, wondering how hard it is to find an orgy in New Orleans, but Alû steps up to the woman and whispers something into her ear. Her whole demeanor changes and she mumbles something about being right back. I raise an eyebrow at the incubus, who raises one right back.

  Touché.

  Alû just taught me a powerful lesson.

  I’m just pretending to be human.

  At my core, I’m a liminal of great power.

  In my case, the power of seduction.

  I can always use this to my advantage.

  The receptionist comes back and crooks a finger for us to follow.

  Or maybe just Alû, but we all tag along.

  She takes us to a room all set up for tattooing and before she can make a peep, Alû has her pinned to the wall. He hikes up her tight pencil skirt and unleashes his monster cock from his jeans and shoves into her ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ style.

  Her cries of pleasure reverberate through the room and Marsyas quickly goes to shut the door while Alû stifles the receptionist’s groans of ecstasy with his hand. I’m backed against the tattoo chair and my legs nearly give out underneath me from watching the sexy incubus fuck the human woman.

  Marsyas is stroking himself through his jeans, but he doesn’t make any attempt to take his cock out. I’m seriously two seconds from finger-fucking myself, when Alû grunts and the woman screams, both coming at the same time. The incubus pulls out from the receptionist and pumps two fingers into her still-quivering flesh.

  When he pulls them out, they’re covered with both their cum.

  He holds his fingers out to me and I walk over and lick them clea
n.

  His eyes flash a feral red and my pussy salivates like Pavlov’s dogs.

  Alû commands the receptionist in ancient Sumerian and she leaves, tugging back down her skirt. As soon as the door shuts, Alû picks me up and walks me to the tattoo chair, dropping me into it.

  “What do you want, love?” he asks.

  What do I want?

  I want his cock shoved balls deep into my aching pussy. . .

  Is that something a human woman would ask for?

  It doesn’t really matter because all I can do is whimper.

  See, sex feeds a demon’s soul; I’ve basically been starving since Chiron left.

  Unease flits through my brain.

  Starving oneself goes beyond me feeling ‘guilty’, but I’m too much of a coward to analyze my feelings.

  Alû motions Marsyas forward.

  “Fuck her while I play with her Vagesty’s pretty crown jewel,” he commands to the satyr.

  Alû stretches me back onto the reclining chair, tugging my shirt and bralette over my head. Then, Marsyas slowly rolls my jean shorts down my long legs. A scrap of lace barely covers my pussy and the satyr wastes no time in shoving it to the side and pushing into me, my legs spread wide.

  Marsyas’ own jeans aren’t completely off and I know he feels the same frenzied need that I do. I mean, he claims to have been celibate the same amount of time.

  My guilt grows.

  No one should be celibate.

  Not orgasming is the worst punishment ever.

  I try to spread my legs wider and hold my arms out to welcome Marsyas into my embrace.

  And body.

  He shoves into me as he steps forward and my eyes roll back in my head. Of all the human experiences I’ve envied and longed for, a cock inside me was my biggest yearning.

  Let me tell you, it was nearly worth the wait.

  Nearly because I needed this sooner.

  Marsyas is pummeling in and out of me with swift fluidity. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his dick pushing deep inside of me and then dragging back out again. Suddenly, Alû leans over me from where he’s standing near my head, behind the chair I’m sprawled in.

  He reaches down and tugs on my clit piercing, eliciting a drawn-out moan to escape from my lips. Alû circles my sensitive nub with his thumb. The sensation of Marsyas fucking me and Alû toying with me is almost too much.

  I arch my head back and bow my body, so close to the edge already.

  I look up and see Alû watching me with hooded eyes.

  “You’re close. I can smell it. Let me help tip you over the edge,” he purrs.

  He gives me a seductive little smile and leans forward.

  I think he’s going to kiss me.

  Instead, he grabs Marsyas by his shirt and tugs him forward, only drawing him deeper inside me. Before the satyr can ask what’s going on, Alû slams his mouth ardently over Marsyas’. Both men groan simultaneously and I’m a goner.

  The incubus twists my clit piercing the minute he realizes I’m orgasming and the quick bite of pain makes me come even harder. Neither Marsyas nor Alû break their kiss, nor does the satyr break his stride.

  I’m now just a mess of quivering flesh.

  Marsyas suddenly rips his mouth from the incubus and with a roar, pulls out of my still-pulsing pussy and paints my body in his cum, from neck to navel. I reach up and rub it sensually around my breasts, before licking it off my fingers.

  The satyr shudders at the sight and looks surprised when another small gush of cum leaks from his cock and splashes right onto my bare pussy.

  Both men are breathing hard and I look down at my body.

  Now I’m just a mess.

  I fucking love it.

  Doing Human Shit

  Lilith

  No one speaks or moves for a minute.

  Well that was exciting; I got to cross off two things from my fucket list at once.

  A two-for-one sex deal.

  And in a tattoo parlor.

  It almost makes up for not really getting a tattoo.

  I hear some clicking noises and look up to see Alû taking picture of my exposed body. I quirk an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugs.

  “Best artwork I’ve ever seen,” he comments.

  With my skin as the canvas and Marsyas’ jizz as the paint, I can only imagine.

  “Forward it to me when I get a phone,” I respond and he nods amicably.

  Marsyas has recovered and rights his clothing, then gets a handful of paper towels to clean me up, but Alû beats him to it. The incubus simply walks around to the front of me and licks me clean.

  Now I’m all hot and bothered again.

  And from the looks of Marsyas’ face and bulging denim cock, so is he.

  Alû is no better.

  Looks like Round Two. . .

  “Lean back so I can prepare your body,” the incubus commands.

  I fail to see how I need to be ‘prepared’, but I lie down and I stay quiet. I’m not going to turn down potential orgasms.

  I hear him snap on some gloves and lunge back up.

  What the fuck does he have planned that would require gloves?!

  And why the fuck am I so excited?

  Because I’m one kinky-ass bitch.

  “What and where do you want your tattoo to be?” he asks.

  It takes my brain a second to process what he said. I look to Marsyas, silently conveying my questions. A three-way is one thing, but letting a demon you barely know tattoo you. . .

  “Um, do you have any credentials or maybe a license?”

  “No,” Alû confirms, as he rolls up his sleeves, “but I did all of these.”

  His arms are covered in the most gloriously fucked-up tattoos ever. Glorious, because the artwork itself is phenomenal. The scenes etched into his flesh almost look real. Fucked-up, because he’s tattooed The Great Fall on his arms, or when angels first became demons.

  I can’t imagine what a human would think seeing something like this.

  I’m kind of curious to see how far Alû can shove his fist up my pussy and how much of my cunt will swallow the bastard angels’ faces. . .

  “Penny for your thoughts,” Marsyas interjects from across the room.

  I chuckle. There’s no way in hell I’m repeating that. I want this tattoo and if I tell the satyr my thoughts, I’ll just get more cock.

  Which still isn’t a terrible thing.

  But Alû is waiting for me.

  I clear my throat and say decisively, “I want a tramp stamp, but in front. . .oh! A clam stamp!”

  I laugh at my own clever stupidity.

  So do the guys.

  “And what do you want your clam stamp to be?”

  I don’t even hesitate:

  “Slap ‘Your Vagesty’ on it, with a crown on top, please.”

  “Your Vagesty?” Marsyas asks in amusement.

  “Yup, that’s what I’ve named my puss.”

  “Huh, I would’ve thought Lucy with how much dick I plan to shove up there, but ‘Your Vagesty’ works.”

  See, this is why we are best friends.

  Alû picks up the gun and gets to work.

  He doesn’t ask me any more questions and I don’t give him my opinion. After seeing his arms, I want him to have total creative license. I’m excited and curious to see what he’ll come up with.

  I hear the gun startup and feel the first prick of the needle right above my pussy lips and will myself to relax. Luckily, I’m balder than a monk’s head down there.

  By choice, not by nature.

  It kind of makes me appreciate the lack of upkeep needed when I’m in liminal form.

  Shadows don’t have pubic hair.

  They also don’t have vaginas that can get fucked. . .

  Pros and cons, people.

  The needle hits a sensitive point and I squirm under the prickling sensation of pain.

  “Hold still,” Alû commands gruffly.

  I stick my tongue out at h
im like the grown woman I’m supposed to be.

  “Marsyas, I think Lith is asking you to do something about her tongue.”

  I love how Alû calls me by my nickname and I never even told him.

  My favorite satyr saunters over and tugs down the zipper of the jeans.

  I swear to all that’s unholy, the sound of a zipper gets me wet. Which is kind of embarrassing, considering how common the noise is and how fifty percent of the time, the zipper is going up, not down.

  But hey, whatever gets my engine revved, right?

  Marsyas pulls out his dick again and proceeds to rub it suggestively across my lips, which I’ve sealed shut.

  Mouth fucking someone while getting a tattoo doesn’t seem like the best idea.

  “Something wrong, love?” Alû asks from between my legs.

  “Do you really think I-”

  My tirade gets cuts off when the satyr shoves his cock past my lips and damn near down my throat. I gag a bit on instinct, my whole body tensing up.

  “Tut, tut, love. You’re going to mess up your tattoo,” Alû warns.

  I try to glare at him past the tears streaming down my face from having my sinuses assaulted. I might be a succubus, but I’m wholly human. A petite one, at that. Marsyas’ cock simply is too big for my esophagus to handle.

  I will myself to relax, for the sake of my tattoo, and surprisingly, the meat hammer pounding my tonsils eases in better. I go limp and Marsyas takes it as a green light to face fuck me. The inhuman sounds he’s creating makes my pussy weep with excitement.

  They’re tears of joy, obviously.

  I briefly wonder if Alû needs a completely dry working environment.

  Well, hopefully, he can work around it, because it’s wet down there and only getting wetter.

  I keep my hands at my side through sheer willpower, but I can’t hold my head still. And not necessarily because of Marsyas. I’m eagerly lunging into his junk just as fast as he’s slamming it into my mouth.

  Without thinking, I reach a hand down to play with myself. I feel like I might spontaneously combust if I do find some release.

  Immediately, my hand is slapped away.

  I try again.

  This time, Alû smacks my pussy.

  “Behave,” he rumbles.

  Well, that’s a perfectly foolish thing to say to me.

  I’m a succubus, for fuck’s sake, I’m supposed to misbehave.