A/N: If you've read this you made it to the 10th chapter, congratulations you did it! *Ding Ding Ding*

On a serious note. I hope I don't trigger anyone because of this chapter. But I know the risk putting a fanfiction on the internet. Thanks for the support from you ladies and gentleman.

I'll reveal who killed Mabel Pines later on. Do you guys like Succubus Pacifica better than the Northwest Pacifica?

Because I made Pacifica a demon because her family is rich and greedy, for example they didn't invite that lumberjack and his friends to party with them in the Mansion episode, basically swindling them. So yeah, thats pretty demonic...

Thanks for reading.

Dipper woke to the sound of a hailing alarm clock. "Ahhh!" he grumbled. Was it time to wake up already?

Last night was excruciating for him. His head throbbed full force because of the large knot on the back of his skull. He could barely lift his hardened legs from the bed. Candy certainly did a number on him he will never forget.

Slowly, he walked to the bathroom, well... technically he limped. He took a pained piss while sitting on the toilet. Stripped off his boxers and hopped into the shower.

Dipper's head was sagged against the shower wall as the warm water flowed down his neck and back. The beating water from the shower did little to ease the pain. This would be a long day.

Dipper jumped when he felt a slender hand touch his shoulder. He shrieked and turned with a quick twist that strained his aching muscles even more. Next to him in the shower was the sexy blonde Succubus Pacifica, naked before him, but without her wings and tail. Only her fangs that smiled at his delicious body and down towards his almost awakened member.

"What the heck! Why would you do that?" he scolded.

"Do what?" she asked with a cute head tilt.

"Scare the living piss out of me!"

Pacifica frowned. "I'm sorry your majesty. I was just trying to massage your shoulders to help with the hard pain you have. Remember when you helped me in the shower?"

"Yeah, I remember," Dipper sighed, "thank you. But next time. Can't you give me a warning signal before appearing out of nowhere."

"Hmm, I'll try to remember that next time." Pacifica giving him a small smile.

Dipper turned back around where he leaned before. He felt Pacifica's gentle touch on his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs along his neck.

"So when did you get you get here anyway?" Dipper asked. "I didn't hear walls shaking or something like that."

"I didn't leave." Pacifica said, moving her hands up and down his back.

"Really, why?" He questioned.

"I don't know, I like to watch you sleep." Pacifica whispered in his ear, Dipper shuddered slightly.

"Wow. That's a little creepy."

"Its not like you would have found out if I hadn't told you, just accept it," Pacifica pouted.

Dipper felt Pacifica's plush breast press up against his back. Her hands reached around him, massaging his chest.

"You're really good at this you know," Dipper said.

"I learned from the best." Pacifica whispered, Dipper laughed as he shook his head in an approving way . Her hands felt wonderful on his aching skin, leaving small tiny goosebumps. He breathed a relaxed sigh.

"Give me the soap."

"Why?" Dipper asked.

"Thats the whole point in taking a shower right, to get clean?"

"You do make a point." Dipper handed her a bottle of body wash over his shoulder. Even that hand motion was painful.

Dipper stood as still as possible when Pacifica lathered-up and worked her slippery hands over his back and knotted shoulders. Her touch did wonders for his pain.

She leaned in again and pressed her large breasts against him as her hands washed his front. He felt her eternally erect nipples poke onto his back.

Pacifica's hands cupped her breasts. She slipped them slowly down his back, then up again. They felt wonderful, like two large sponges.

This is exactly what he needed. The pain in his body was mostly gone. But there was one part of his body that ache more than the rest, especially now that it stuck straight out like a sword.

"Hmmm, turn around," Pacifica stated.

Slowly he turned around. Dipper's erect cock was only a few inches away from Pacifica's pink pursed lips.

"Well, you sure are excited to see me!" She giggled.

"You've always had that magic effect on me. But the bad news is, it hurts too much to enjoy."

Pacifica saw Dipper's damaged shaft. His skin was chafed and cracked from the many hours of rough sex he endured the night before.

"Here, let me help you." She said looking up at him, she placed her hair in a knot and connected her hands together. She hummed an incantation under her breath and her hands began to glow, radiating a bright pink light.

Dipper felt nervous. "What are you doing?"

"Relax. I'll be gentle." She promised.

Pacifica placed both glowing hands on Dipper's stiff battered member. Her hands vibrated with mystical power that sent singles through his spine. The longer she held her magic hands on his shaft, the more the pain began to fade inside his erect vein, his skin healed, reliving him of the tortured pain.

"Tada, good as new." Pacifica said.

Dipper's eyes widened. He was amazed. Something like that would take days to heal, she did it in mere seconds. All the pain was gone.

"Thank you! I never would have guessed Demons from hell were capable of curing body parts."

Pacifica gave Dipper a sly smug smile. "I told you once before that there wasn't much I couldn't do when I was in my prime."

"I'm curious, what would it take for you to be powerful as you once where."

Pacifica stared at Dipper. "You don't want to know the answer to that."

She poured a dab of body wash into her hand.

"Now then, you're still dirty."

She put her lathered hands on Dipper's fully erect cock. She delicately stroked him up and down, playing with his soapy balls. Her cock pumping skills felt amazing, even though he was in pain about a minute ago.

He had no reason to worry about his soul now that he knew exactly what would damn him and what would not. "Touching doesn't matter," he remembered. He stood quietly, enjoying what she was doing to him. But he did keep a watchful eye on her so she wouldn't get any funny ideas.

Pacifica's soapy hands stroked Dipper with a pleasurable hand over hand technique. As soon as one hand slid past his swollen tip, the other appeared at base. The wonderful pleasure he felt from her continuous milking felt like the soft blowjob she gave him the night before. His balls swelled the more he thought about his cock being inside this sexy demon's mouth.

The path to eternal damnation felt like haven. The confines of the bathroom felt like it was closing in on them. He wanted to screw her so badly he could taste his desire. His mouth salivated at the thought of bending her over in the shower, eating out her delicious folds. Then fucking her until he had nothing left to give. To Hell with finding Mabel's killer!

For a brief moment, Dipper came to his senses. What was he saying? If he did not do something, he would surely give in to temptation.

"I-I th-think it's clean!" Dipper stuttered.

Pacifica stopped. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Dipper rolled his eyes.

Pacifica stood up, she untied her blonde hair and grabbed the body wash. She squeezed a large amount of liquid on her breasts.

"I'm filthy too..." Pacifica said with a suggestive smile.

Dipper could not resist, he pushed Pacifica against the shower wall and rubbed his hands all over Pacifica's smooth breasts. His cock twitched with every gentle little squeeze he gave, which quickly turned to firm kneading and lustful groping, sucking her breasts like an infant. She breathed heavily while Dipper played with her melons. He held her close, she felt his erection poking her bellybutton. Thick sudes leaked across her toned stomach, Dipper's willpower was gone.

Pacifica lifted up his head and smirked. "You want to be inside me, don't you?"

"Yes," he responded, nodding in a dumbfounded way.

Pacifica grabbed one of Dipper's hands, then slid it down past her stomach to her slick soapy pussy. His index finger penetrated her hungry folds without a second of hesitation. Her insides were warmer and tighter than he had imagined.

Pacifica wrapped her arms around his neck, "Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered on his ear.

"Yes," he replied.

"Then fuck me Dipper. However you imagine. Do what you like to me..." Her pink lips came into contact with his, Pacifica swirled her tongue around his, he tasted so delicious, at the forefront of his mind, he wanted to experience that blowjob again. He knew such a thing would end his life and he'll join the rest of the unwanted souls to eternal damnation.

Dipper was completely taken by her evil charm as her eyes glowed light blue, Dipper pushed down on her shoulders, signaling her to kneel in front of him, her horns extended and her eyes were pierced blue. The taboo nature of fucking a demon of sin and lust added to Dipper's turn on. Pacifica lightly opened her mouth, revealing her pursed tongue and fangs, she was reready to take his anointed semen, her tongue motion for him to come and enjoy himself. Dipper was breathing heavily, he positioned his arched cock in front of her, grabbing her hair in the process. Pacifica blushed, he was ready to thrust it in her mouth.