Richard's skin tingled with the need he had. As he kneeled onto the bed between the woman's legs, he felt one of the toes touch his skin. The sensation of pure lust rushed through his body from that point and he felt the need to cum start already.He began to crawl up toward her, like an animal stalking it's prey. When his head was over her waist, he caught the heady scent of her juices and decided to stop and find out if it tasted as good as it smelled."Yes, my lover, taste the desire that you want so badly," she purred, placing her hands on the back of his head, pushing him down to her pussy. "Lap up my juices, so you may last for a long time in my embrace."He surrounded himself with the heady scent when his mouth reached those wet silk-like lips. His mouth parted to allow his tongue to start on the clit, hoping to give her some pleasure. He figured that even the lowest creatures deserved something other than just

 Anyhow, I'm sure you can see my attraction to this creature. Not only was she a lust demon- and trust me, anyone could get turned gay by this broad. I'm lucky I was already there- but she was everything I'm not.She stopped her movements, and turned to look straight at me. Her eyes stared right into mine, and I struggled to keep mine level.She broke the staring contest first- to my relief- and looked me up and down. I couldn't help feeling a little self conscious; I was wearing a set of track suit pants and a college band tee shirt."Hmmm..." She said, still inspecting me. "Given the summons I expected someone a bit older, and probably more male. They used to frown on the women using magic, but I can see times have changed a bit. Like clothing." Her gaze returned to my eyes, and I felt my face grow warm."Been a while since I've been topside here. Care to fill me in on the details here, miss?"

 Aithusa’s POV I had been summoned by the archdemoness once more. Hannabelle had informed me that she had been happy with the choice that I had made and it made her believe that I was good with what I said. I wwas glad to get her off my back. But did not seem for that long.I was doing my school work when I got the call. Now a days my mother Helen was trying to find more ways of spending time with me. It was not like that I minded it but sometimes it felt like she was everywhere. That might be something with what Hannabelle had done to her.So not knowing what it might be about I received the call. I had been busy with all my work from school because I had to still graduate and moreover with the energy that I had fed off from the student guy was more than enough to last me for about a few weeks so I was good.“

 Aithusa’s POVI could not believe my ears to what I was hearing. An angel was talking good things about me and it was about me, the most important fact. All the others did not look so fazed like me at the sight of Azure but Hannabelle snorted and my reverie was broken.“You know the rules, Azure. Once a soul is given to hell then how much ever does Heaven try, they cannot get it back under any circumstances. So don’t tell things to my favourite gal just because you like her. You like her so do it in your own time. So since we are here in order to deal with the problems which include you as well, you can take over the next part of the discussion,” said Hannabelle.I did not understand half of the things she was telling to Azure but I knew that there was something wrong with the way that she was acting. She was trying to show that there was no problem at a

 In the stack of envelopes was one curiously unlabelled, the same as any random piece of junk. Mac slid it open nonetheless. All it contained was a simple leaf; deep summer green, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. He knew better than to touch it.Pushing backwards on his chair coasters Mac slowly exhaled, took out his phone and sent a picture to the crime scene investigators. After two minutes his phone buzzed. Poison Hemlock. Conium maculatum.The leaf was a green hand of splendid shiny skin, as if the perfect alien had reached out in gentle friendship. It was as supple as paper, perhaps more so, and in the strong lig