Laying the Demon

The Taker has returned from the local hospital to the household. I don't know if it was his sojourn through Hell that has granted this boon of vitality, or he is some exceptional example of virility among his species to always swiftly recover from these frequent grievous injuries. His unholy harem of succubi demoness welcomed him back with great jubilation. Even I was caught up in the celebrations attempting to greet him in the crowded entrance.

Lucy stood proudly out front of the group, flouting a haughty attitude. Until Cerberus rushed past her, all three of her leaping onto the Taker. One hanging from each arm and the third climbing up his back, mounting herself on his shoulders. Lucy losing all composure began pouting and stomping her foot attempting in vain to order Cerberus to calm down.

Modeus stealthy shimmied around the crowd and wordlessly stood behind Cerberus hugging Taker's left arm. She tried to inconspicuously reach out and hold Takers hand entwining her fingers with his. She bashfully hid her face when all in the room paused for a moment noticing her poor attempt at sneaking.

Melina while present barely looked up from her phone at the Taker, or anyone else for that matter. She was in deep concentration playing on her smartphone grumpily muttering, "how do you whiff a ninety five percent chance to hit!"

Her sister Zdrada smoking up the room on her...seventh? I've lost count today...cigarette, let out a casual, "Heyyyy!" in a puff of smoke. She placed an elbow on her sister's shoulder leaning on her, placing all her weight onto her before taking the next long drag. Melina scowled deeply, shifting away. She swatted her sister's elbow away while still keeping her glaze firmly on the smartphone. Zdrada responded with a smokers hacking chuckle, the puffs of smoke aimed at the phone temporarily obscuring the screen.

Justice stood at the back of the group beaming with an unabashedly wide smile. She cocked two finger guns and let out a cool, "Ehh.." Unfortunately she was clearly pointing and facing the corner. No one corrected her.

I however stood rigidly frozen clutching my chest. Hell's prosecutor Judgement pressed her scantily clad bosom against my back attempting to push ahead of the throng, arms waving above her head attempting to gain his attention.

The only one missing was the one responsible for Takers latest round of hospitalization, Pandemonica. I sought her out after we cleared out of the entrance way allowing Taker to access his own residence. Could it be possible for a demon to feel regret, remorse, shame?!

While the rest of the girls either resumed their previous activities or continued to pester the Taker, I sought out Pandemonica's office. I knocked on the door excitedly, readied my notepad and...no answer. I waited nervously for a few minutes. Still no answer. I slowly opened the door shyly peaking my head in, "he-hello?"

I was greeted with an overwhelming miasma of gloom. Pandemonica sat surrounded by stacks of filing papers. Her pale porcelain white face was illuminated by the blue glow of a computer monitor, really highlighting the contrasting deep black bags under her eyes. She glanced up at me, hunching her shoulders forward squinting her eyes while adjusting her large round glasses. She struggled to adjust to the change in light level to that which now shone through the door lighting up my face.

"Umm...can I help you?" she asked in a slow sleepy tone.

"I-ah...The Taker is back, he's made a full miraculous recovery!" I blurted out as I found the words.

"Ohh...is that it?" She replied neutrally.

"Well we all welcomed him back and I noticed that you…umm," I tried to point out without trying to sound accusatory.

She leaned back slumping into her office chair. She took off her glasses to rub her eyes, "okay I'm really busy, this remote working from home is really grinding on my efficiency, work is starting to pile-up. Not only that, I'm having to find ways to increase Takers stockholdings to balance the increased financial burden we're all placing on his fiscal stability…" She started to rant.

"Oh okay, sorry," I said sheepishly, cutting her off before she could begin torturing me in another lecture about international trading tax codes.

I thought to myself, "She mustn't feel any remorse, oh well I guess I expected too much of a demon." I jotted down a note 'a demon will not think to offer any apology for dislocating your thumbs or for sticking pins into your scrotum.'

It was late evening before Pandemonica emerged from her office. Her attire and poofy cloudy hair was all disheveled, her glasses slumped far down on her nose. She was heavily hunched over, dragging her feet carrying a folder of papers she shuffled towards the staircase. Before climbing the stairs she scanned the room looking for the Taker. Once she spotted him, she stared at him till he noticed her. Once their eyes locked, she looked away and slowly began to climb-up, gripping the railing with her free hand.

I don't know what was communicated between the two but the Taker got the message. He placed a plate piled high with rolled chocolate spread crêpes on the center of the table out of reach of Cerberus, then removed his frilly apron. He strode towards the staircase swiftly following the demon up.

Sensing a high probability of sinful activity, I pulled out my notebook, clicked my pen and followed behind him. He looked back at me as I followed him. I tried to hide my giddy excitement with a smile while a nervous sweat broke out on my brow. He smirked confidently at me and continued up. When we reached Pandemonica's room, the Taker didn't knock or announce himself, just barged in.

We caught Pandemonica mid changing. Her suit jacket was hanging on a coat stand off to a corner of the room, glasses on a night stand. The Taker approached her and unzipped a zipper on the side of her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles exposing a thin lacy black thong. She paid little attention to us opting to instead begin focusing on removing her gloves.

The Taker taking care to avoid the little black horns that barely peaked out her bushy hair resting his chin on her shoulder. He gently pushed her elbows outward before wrapping his arms around her chest, finding the buttons on her red blouse he began unbuttoning her shirt. Undone she stepped forward letting the Taker strip her, exposing her pale lithe body. Her small perky breasts only half covered by a lacy black bra were quickly removed in one motion from the Taker.

I found myself staring at those erect light pink nipples, my trace was only broken when I noticed she leaned forwards. She was pressing her slim bottom against the Takers groin, whether that was intentional I couldn't be sure. With a thumb on both sides on her hips under the straps on her thong she pulled it down, bending over as she went down to her ankles. Her tail briefly whipped up around the Taker's neck, caressing him before falling down again. She stood back up now fully nude pressing her back against the Taker.

I had a full view of her nude body, I gulped looking at her sex. Shaved bare I had an unobstructed view of her smooth pubic mound, the perfect Y of the cliteral hood peaking out before disappearing between her soft full outer lips. The Taker traced his hand along her inner thigh, neatly filling the gap in between her thighs. Pandemonica's focus was more turned towards the bed. Breaking away from the Taker she lifted the thick woolen blankets slipping under them, resting on her back.

I blinked and the Taker was fully nude. Burly, muscular physique and a proud, large semi-erect manhood dangled between his legs. I threw up my hands, half obscuring my vision with my fingers as I felt my face heat into a deep blush. He slipped under the blankets and began grinding against her.

Pandemonica spread her legs to give him better access, but her expression was passive, eyes half closed. Taker paused to positioned himself then gently but steadily shifted forwards. I felt a twinge in my own crotch, remembering having taken his full length once. Pandemonica for her part though took his full length with naught but a dull moan and fluttering of her eyelashes. Taker steadily worked up a thrusting pace, faster and faster.

I nervously approached the pair, breaking into a cold sweat scribbling a note about the ease in which demons handled sex. The bed creaked and shook as I knelt by it getting close enough to feel Takers labored breathing. Pandemonica suddenly turned her head to face me, locking eyes with me. Surprised I almost fell backwards, I steadied myself, leaned towards her and studied her expression.

My face inches away from her. Her lips began quivering as Takers rhythm took a rougher rapid pace. Then he shuddered with a grunt, pressing himself deeply into her. Her eyes flew open wide and she flinched along with his small thrust as he wound down from his climax. I held my breath as she tensed and shivered. We both let out a deep sigh as Taker withdrew himself and rested beside her. The corners of her mouth curled in an ever so slightly self satisfied smile as she slowly closed her eyes.

After a few moments I silently stood up and crept out of the room, turning the lights off as I exited. I let out a long sigh and slumped down against the wall in the hallway. I looked down and lifted up the waist of my pants checking my undergarments, confirming that they needed to be changed.

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I'll get to each girl eventually, figured I'd go in order starting with the 'Tired Demon' ***Not to be confused with the Sadistic Demon***. Will Azazel maintain (her fragile heterosexuality) being a distanced objective observer any researcher is expected too, find out in "The Date from HELL!"