The night was warm and a light breeze cooled my skin as I sipped my drink, ice cold on my lips.
The view from my deck showed me rolling hills and woods, and there were only the sounds of rustling leaves and the occasional animal in the dark beyond.
The thing about the countryside is that I can do what I like. No soul can see me. Finishing my drink, I set the glass down and ran my fingers through my hair.
I didn’t need others for my lust, I knew how to find my pleasure well. Running my hands down my neck and over my breasts, I put my feet up on the opposite chair, and slid up my thin white summer dress.
I wore nothing underneath, and rested my hand between my legs, relaxing. Circling two fingers lazily over my clit, I let all the tension in my body go. The first stirrings of easy pleasure licked through my nerves, and with my other hand, I pressed two fingers inside.
It’d be easy to rush, to seek release for its own sake, but I didn’t. I went slow.
My quiet breath lost to the breeze as time slipped away. Stars turned overhead as I enjoyed my body.
Then, as ever, I felt watched.
This had become a ritual. Every night, I’d sit and pleasure myself and at some point, I knew someone was out there watching.
The worst or best thing was that I liked it. They never showed themselves, I never acknowledged them except I opened my legs wider and performed.
I broke out into a sweat with two fingers deep inside, and my eyes set out into the dark.
A twig broke, and I saw the outline of movement at the end of my garden, and I came.
I cried out, only softly but it echoed, loud in the suddenly still night. I fucked myself, unable to stop, the ecstasy overwhelming me. My light dress chafed on my skin, clinging to the sweat, yet I needed touch.
From the darkness, it came. A tall figure, like a man but not, and I went still, desire and lust heavy in my blood, but I held my breath as he neared.
Red. His skin was blood red. Long curling horns, sharp black eyes, and a tail poked out from a long robe.
Even my heart stopped, but I couldn’t move. My legs spread, fingers inside my pussy, shocked beyond thought.
“You know me?”
I drew a sharp breath at his voice, rough and strange.
“I have watched you for weeks, embracing your lust. Enticing me with your call.”
My heart beat again, and I went to move.
“No. Stay.” He sneered showing me his fangs, and I whimpered.
He stepped onto the deck, and my shock abated.
“Are you the devil?” my breathless voice stuttered.
“The. As if there was only one.” He tutted and tilted his head, inspecting me.
“What do you want?”
“You. You called, your lust and desire brought me to you.”
My leaden legs and arms lightened. “To sell my soul?”
He smiled. It was almost sweet. “I have been alone a long time but I feel your desire, I want it. I can show you delight of which you cannot conceive.”
“What’s your name?”
“I have none that you could understand, other than He. I am as your mind desires.” He gestured to himself. “And I know what you desire.”
“May I move, please?”
“No. I like the sight of you open for me.”
“Just like that, I’m supposed to welcome you in and obey?”
He laughed. “Shall I convince you? One. You cannot bear me a child or disease. Two I am built to give pleasure, lust is my delight. Three. No bargain, no soul selling, no evil other than my cock. Would you like to see it?”
I was dreaming. It was a vivid dream after I passed out from my orgasm, there was no other explanation. Might as well have some fun. “Very well.”
He slipped off the cloak, letting it fall. He was muscular and broad as if I conjured the perfect body. I blinked at the cock jutting out. He curled his tail, showing a pointed end. I raised my brows. I clenched in desire, my heart beating faster.
“Yes or no? You are free to make this choice. Fuck a devil or not. But know once you know my touch, no other mortal will give you this pleasure.”
“Suits me, I don’t tend to fuck anyone but my own hand.”
He purred as I withdrew my fingers, leaving my legs open. He came to me, kneeling between my thighs, and I took the opportunity to look closely.
Reaching out, I caressed his soft cheek, finding the skin hot and smooth. He paused, looking at me. He seemed vulnerable and gentle.
I sat forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Black eyes searched mine. “You’re not afraid.”
“Should I be?”
“I hoped you’d welcome me. Few truly do.”
“Come in,” I whispered. I ran my hand up his face, running my fingers over his horns, and his lips parted before his look darkened.
He shifted my hips and pushed inside me. I screamed at the intrusion; it was wrong but perfect and I needed him. We stilled, gazes locked, tension hovered, and my stomach dipped in excitement. With his head thrown back, he growled, gripped my hips, nails pinching in, and took me. This was no dream. Horror and fear mingled with truth and overwhelming need for this. Filled and elated, I gave to him.
Rough and hard at first, all I could do was hold his forearms. I focused on his body, more beautiful by the second, and when I couldn’t take anymore, he slowed.
He tugged the strap of my dress, pulling it down, exposing me. “I can show you so many delights, you deserve to know them.” He kissed my neck, making me moan as his fangs scraped me.
He burnt against me as his tail wrapped around my thigh, and drawing it higher, it slid further up, the end seeking other places. “Let’s begin.”
Short and Dirty 