beautifully shaped head covered in smooth, glossy, black hair. “Aren’t you supposed to have,” Jess wiggled her hands above her head, “you know, horns?”
“Do I look like a cow to you?” The Devil let out a frustrated sigh and cast a glance skywards. “I blame Up There’s PR people. I have told them, over and over, if they’re going to try to turn people away from the old religions, the least they could do is get it right. ‘The Devil is horny’, not ‘The Devil is horned’. But is anyone ever told that? No! Everyone expects to see sharp pointy things sticking out of my head. You have no idea how bad it is for my image.” He folded his arms, looking sexier than any human being had a right to be.
Jess dragged her thoughts back from all the places the idea of him being horny had taken her. “And the tail?”
He smirked and looked decidedly smug. “Oh well, the tail. Parents use stories about me to scare children. They can’t say ‘The Devil is hung like a stallion’. They like to keep things G-rated and they certainly don’t want their little darlings to suffer penis envy. Better to use a metaphor. A fairly accurate one really.”
His grin was truly evil, but somehow it didn’t scare Jess. It just gave her a brief flare of delicious heat.
She stood mesmerised as he stepped closer and ran his fingers up her thigh. He cupped his hand over her mound and squeezed. “You know what you want. Don’t be afraid to take it. I can make you come, screaming. I can make you come in a lot of ways. All we need to do is get down to it.”
“Down to it?”
One finger unerringly sought out her clit through her clothes and pulsated there. “Oh yeah, we’re going straight to Hell.”
Jess went rigid with shock. She tried to ignore the fire spreading out from his wicked finger. “I, um, I, er, I don’t think I want to go to Hell.”
The Devil stroked harder. “Of course you do. Just for a while. A little holiday.” He whispered in her ear, “You don’t want to go to heaven. It’s really dull up there. All those super-virtuous types doing nothing but sitting around looking pure and singing and playing boring elevator music on the harp. We can have much more fun than that.”
Jess stopped trying to resist. She was getting pretty close to heaven right at that moment. Still she managed to gasp out, “But isn’t Hell, well, hell?”
Without bothering to answer, the Devil bit Jess’ neck. At the same time, his fingers intensified their intoxicating pace. A net of heat, hunger and need wound itself tightly between her legs. Her knees sagged apart. He plundered deeper and harder. The throb of orgasm pulsed through her body, loosening her muscles and leaving them trembling. Only the strength of the arm at her back and the hand still curved at the apex of her thighs stopped her from collapsing at his feet. Every bit of energy drained from her body, momentarily taking caution, common sense and doubt with it.
The Devil raised his head and looked at her. “It’s all just bad press. Come with me and see for yourself. We can continue with this here.” He looked up and down the street. “But while the chance of public exposure adds a delightful element of risk to a quick fuck, I can do so much better on home territory. Give into temptation. You’ll burn in Hell and love every minute of it.”
While Jess was trying to get her sex-soaked brain to remember why that would be a bad idea, she noticed someone standing a few yards away at the end of the street. One look confirmed it was the woman from the bookstore. The outraged expression on her face made it clear she knew what had been happening only moments before. Jess felt her face begin to flame.
The Devil whispered something in Jess’ ear, bent and dragged Jess’ panties down and off. He held them up to his nose, breathed in deeply, smiled, then handed them to Jess. He whispered once more and gave her a little nudge. Jess tossed the panties at the feet of
“Do I look like a cow to you?” The Devil let out a frustrated sigh and cast a glance skywards. “I blame Up There’s PR people. I have told them, over and over, if they’re going to try to turn people away from the old religions, the least they could do is get it right. ‘The Devil is horny’, not ‘The Devil is horned’. But is anyone ever told that? No! Everyone expects to see sharp pointy things sticking out of my head. You have no idea how bad it is for my image.” He folded his arms, looking sexier than any human being had a right to be.
Jess dragged her thoughts back from all the places the idea of him being horny had taken her. “And the tail?”
He smirked and looked decidedly smug. “Oh well, the tail. Parents use stories about me to scare children. They can’t say ‘The Devil is hung like a stallion’. They like to keep things G-rated and they certainly don’t want their little darlings to suffer penis envy. Better to use a metaphor. A fairly accurate one really.”
His grin was truly evil, but somehow it didn’t scare Jess. It just gave her a brief flare of delicious heat.
She stood mesmerised as he stepped closer and ran his fingers up her thigh. He cupped his hand over her mound and squeezed. “You know what you want. Don’t be afraid to take it. I can make you come, screaming. I can make you come in a lot of ways. All we need to do is get down to it.”
“Down to it?”
One finger unerringly sought out her clit through her clothes and pulsated there. “Oh yeah, we’re going straight to Hell.”
Jess went rigid with shock. She tried to ignore the fire spreading out from his wicked finger. “I, um, I, er, I don’t think I want to go to Hell.”
The Devil stroked harder. “Of course you do. Just for a while. A little holiday.” He whispered in her ear, “You don’t want to go to heaven. It’s really dull up there. All those super-virtuous types doing nothing but sitting around looking pure and singing and playing boring elevator music on the harp. We can have much more fun than that.”
Jess stopped trying to resist. She was getting pretty close to heaven right at that moment. Still she managed to gasp out, “But isn’t Hell, well, hell?”
Without bothering to answer, the Devil bit Jess’ neck. At the same time, his fingers intensified their intoxicating pace. A net of heat, hunger and need wound itself tightly between her legs. Her knees sagged apart. He plundered deeper and harder. The throb of orgasm pulsed through her body, loosening her muscles and leaving them trembling. Only the strength of the arm at her back and the hand still curved at the apex of her thighs stopped her from collapsing at his feet. Every bit of energy drained from her body, momentarily taking caution, common sense and doubt with it.
The Devil raised his head and looked at her. “It’s all just bad press. Come with me and see for yourself. We can continue with this here.” He looked up and down the street. “But while the chance of public exposure adds a delightful element of risk to a quick fuck, I can do so much better on home territory. Give into temptation. You’ll burn in Hell and love every minute of it.”
While Jess was trying to get her sex-soaked brain to remember why that would be a bad idea, she noticed someone standing a few yards away at the end of the street. One look confirmed it was the woman from the bookstore. The outraged expression on her face made it clear she knew what had been happening only moments before. Jess felt her face begin to flame.
The Devil whispered something in Jess’ ear, bent and dragged Jess’ panties down and off. He held them up to his nose, breathed in deeply, smiled, then handed them to Jess. He whispered once more and gave her a little nudge. Jess tossed the panties at the feet of
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