Demonic ch. 1

“But, she told me… sometimes a demon won’t let a host out ever again…” he muttered, trembling. Ayre just giggled, sat atop the kitchen counter.

“Well, demons aren’t usually inclined to ask permission first…” She looked straight into his eyes, a malevolent smirk forming.

“I could just… take your body as I wish. Wrap around and consume you, whether you consent or not…”
He sat petrified on the bed, and she slyly slid off the counter, taking a moment to straighten her skimpy gothic-styled dress. Her black feathery wings spread open and she took a step towards him.

“All I would have to do… is take hold of your body… slide and shift until you’re totally inside, and you could struggle all you want, it’d be too late…”
She licked her cherry lips with a forked tongue, slowly walking towards him, heels clacking with every determined step and stockings glinting in the moonlight.

“You… you c-can’t…” he stammered, edging backwards onto the bed, never breaking contact with her firey red eyes.

“Oh I can. I can and most definitely will… I’ll do it intimately, slowly, making sure you feel every second, feel it when I seal you inside…” She was less than a foot away now, gently climbing onto the bed and on top of him. He lay speechless and wide-eyed, goosebumps spreading from where Ayre laid her hands on his bare shoulders, her knees squeezing his waist and their faces inches apart.

“But I think… we both know you want this.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I can read your every desire, all your emotions laid bare… I need to be wrapped around a host to survive, and you secretly hunger to know what it’s like to be sealed inside me, to be me…” Her eyes burned into his as he lay there entranced.

“So what do you say? Will you be my host willingly?”
He sheepishly nodded, unable to voice his answer.
She leaned in close to his ear and said “That’s what I thought.”


It started slowly, just like she had promised. Her hands gripping his shoulders shifted and morphed, turning to a gooey form and spreading across his torso, her pale skin taking over his. He gasped at the sensation, and she smiled her devilish smile. Her legs and lower body melted and shaped around his, her clothing dissolving into vapour, his eyes wide and disbelieving and hers burning red, focused. Soon he was swallowed up to his neck, and she leaned in to kiss him and complete the process. He closed his eyes, felt her warm lips on his, felt them melt and turn to gooey liquid, spreading quickly over his features and around his head. Once she had enveloped him completely, an intense tingling feeling spread all over, and he tried to moan in confused pleasure.

“Shhhh… don’t speak… just relax…” Ayre’s voice came as an echo from nowhere, directly to his mind, and as the tingling intensified his consciousness blanked out.


Morning poured in through the window of his apartment, harsh and bright, and he grudgingly opened his eyelids at the barrage of light.
“Ugh…” groggy and dazed, he climbed out of bed. At least it was Wednesday, his day off, so he could lie in for another few hours…

He yawned, stretched, and stepped into the bathroom. Cold tiles chilled his feet, and with another yawn he turned, closed the door, and looked in the wall mirror.
Looking back at him was a girl, short but with a shapely body, a gentle face under bright red spiky hair. His eyes met hers, and as he raised a hand to the mirror she did the same.

“What, did you forget already?!”
He jumped as the female voice smashed the silence of the morning, gasping in shock as the grogginess slid away to reveal strange and unusual sensations all over his body. He looked down and saw the girl’s two rounded breasts, her wide hips and her glorious legs laid out below, and when he looked back in the mirror two red eyes met his.

“Yep, that’s right. Have a nice long look at 'your' body.” Ayre’s voice came as a voice from inside his head, clear and seductive.

“Wha… I… oh my g….” he could only gasp and mumble, raising his hands to his beautiful face, feeling his features, his soft hair. She just giggled at his delirious curiosity.

“You’ll be feeling weird for a while; I hear that fleshy hosts often take time to adjust to having different skin, different parts, a different voice…”

“A different voice?” he said, and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth. “It’s your voice!”

She snickered. “Yep. You’re all ‘me’ now, inside and out. Well, right now I’ve changed form to look as human as possible, but I can break out the wings and fangs again if you’re not convinced?”

He just stared at herself in the mirror in response, squeezing his long nails into his palms, taking stock of every sensation. Everything from the way his tounge sat differently in his mouth down to the way his small feet felt pressed against the bathroom floor.

“Alright, enough posing in the mirror, you.” Ayre chuckled again. “My turn!”

A sudden rushing filled his ears, and he felt as if he was being pulled backwards by the navel. It took less than a second, and when it was over he was still looking through Ayre’s eyes and feeling all of Ayre’s senses, but she had taken control over movement.

“Gah… this is… weird!” he stuttered, noticing it was his voice didn’t echo around the room any more.

“Heh, it will be, riding in the backseat for the first time.” Ayre waved at herself in the mirror. “You know, I hear most hosts struggle constantly when this happens. It’s said to be a terrible annoyance… but I hope I’m right in thinking you’ll be much more co-operative partner?”

“Um… yeah… of course…” he blustered, awkward and overwhelmed.

“Excellent! I might even let you have a turn now and then…” She smiled, opening the door and stepping into his bedroom.

“First things first, time to get dressed.” She looked down at her naked body, and so did he, making him (metaphorically) turn red in the face.

“What’s the matter? Never seen a naked woman before?” Ayre sniggered as she began summoning underwear from thin air.

“Yes, but I’ve never been one!” his sarcasm kicking in. She just giggled and slid the newly-conjoured white bra and panties on, taking her time to make him even more awkward, knowing he could see and feel it all.

“Alright, so today I’ve only got one job from the boss. I have to keep an eye on some high-school teacher who's doing some seriously messed up stuff, which means keeping a low profile and tailing him..."

"Job?" he interrupted, confused. "You do jobs? I thought demons went around sucking out souls and tempting the pure of heart to sin, and all that."

"Well, heh." She snickered. "Nothing quite like that, though a bit of temptation is sometimes necessary. No, we only interfere with the mortal world in small, subtle ways, and fight off our enemies whenever necessary. Everything that helps the boss man conduct his business as usual."

"Enemies?"

"Yeah, they're a real bunch of assholes... trust me, you wouldn't want to run into 'em. But nothing so dramatic today, we're just observing and blending in."

She finished conjouring her clothes with a flourish and grinned. On the bed lay a neat shirt, a black blazer with a posh-looking logo on the breast, a blue tie, black thigh-high socks and a short black pleated skirt.

"And blending in means posing as a student for the day." She grinned.

"Ecch..." he grimaced, a fan of the whole 'sexy schoolgirl' ideal, but apprehensive that he would be the one wrapped up in it.