Lightning crackled through the night sky, illuminating a feminine figure perched in a window of the Hospital.
Gina was a demon of lust. She embodied everything sexual and then some, but also fed off the sexual energy in a process that was often fatal. She was not to be mistaken for a succubus. No, their kind were of a higher order. Devils. Faster, stronger, deadlier than demons. A lust demon was the poor cousin of the Succubae.
Gina silently entered the room. The light illuminated her porcelain skin and long, dark hair tied back with a red ribbon. She made a face as she adjusted her scrubs. Her full breasts were too big for the material and often threatened to pop out. That and her full hips with her large ass made wearing clothes unbearable most days. Her figure ensnared and entice. Not be wrapped in uncomfortable cloth for sometimes twelve hours a day.
The room was a private ICU reserved for VIPs of Our Lady of Grace memorial Hospital. She was in this room because this was the only way she could feed. During the day, the "sex demon" as some would call her, worked as a nurse. At night, she visited patients who were not long for this world to feed. She wasn't evil. She meant no ill will. Gina could live off human food and do, but all demons required more to survive. A sex demon such as herself required sexual energy from humans or any sentient being. Animals don't count she experimented with that in her youth.
While the experience wasn't unsatisfactory, she gained no nourishment. While her feeds were often fatal, that was because of necessity rather than malice. Humans knew of demons and other supernatural folks. Some supernaturals were welcomed into society, others, like demons, were hunted by the Trinity. Which was why she had to kill those she fed on. While feeding, she could not hide her horns and tail. If the person she fed on were to be left alive, Templars or Paladins would hunt her down and kill her.
Her prey tonight was a foolish boy, barely twenty, named Abner. Gina had learned of the injured boy when he was wheeled in right before the end of her shift. He would not make it. The diagnosis had been grim and then he was wheeled into the private ICU to die. His report mentioned no close friends or next of kin. While very sad, he was the perfect prey for her.
Poor Abner enjoyed fast bikes, as all foolish young men do. According to his report, he had been driving well above the speed limit when a car changed lanes abruptly. There was no time to brake, and the bike slammed into the car, sending poor Abner flying. The impact had shattered his body. She mourned the boy. Mere weeks from his twentieth birthday and his once bright future was ending. Gina would make his end heavenly.
situation,
Both her mouths and cunt watered. Patience, however, was the key in this situation, because moving too fast would cause issues. She had to be careful. Gina needed to arouse him, but she had to do it slowly or his weak heart would give out. She delved a finger into her sopping wet pussy and dabbed her juices under his nose. Just a little. The cinnamon scent of her juices would arouse him, but just a few dabs would do it gradually.
After a few minutes, Gina ran a hand over the sheets and found that he was hard. He was well-endowed. This made her squirm in need, and now she could feel the want of her pussy running down her legs. Her kitty, as she liked to call it, needed attention.
. She began to play with his cock, running fingers up and down its length. He despite his current state. With a warm smile for the unfortunate boy, Gina engulfed his full length in one swallow. It was a mouthful, but one she was more than happy to take. She swirled her lounge around the length of him as she bobbed her head up and down. His dream girl would also suck him off. Her ministrations paid off, and she got the first taste of her sustenance. It was just a droplet of pre-cum, but that one drop filled her with the energy she needed to live. She gulped it greedily.
She worked his cock relentlessly till she felt him close to a full release. Her stomach growled in anticipation. When he released, she drank his essence. So much filled her mouth and pour down her throat. It was a veritable feast of energy. When she had swallowed the last of him. She licked her lips and lapped up the remains of his cock.
To her delight, he was still hard. She could go for seconds. With a sigh of pleasure, she pushed down the bottoms of her scrubs. She quivered at how the air caressed her naked skin. Gina climbed onto the hospital bed. She impaled herself on him with a growl of appreciation. She knew the moment her horns and tail were visible. Now she would feed. With every thrust and grind on his massive cock, she felt the sexual energy she desperately needed fill her being.
She rode him as fast as she dared, not wanting his heart to give out before one more release. Thankfully, it didn't, and he came a second time. His seed filled her sex to bursting and the flood of nourishment was like a long drink of water after years in the desert. It was after this last release that his heart gave out. With his hot cock still buried deep inside her, his monitors sounded his flatline. Gina dismounted him quickly and cleaned his cock, just to be respectful. She tucked the sheets back into place and pulled on her scrubs. She quickly exited out the window and landed harmlessly on the ground below.
She didn't run but walked calmly to her car, then casually drove her car home. Her home was at the edge of the city. It was more of a group home for demons. There were twenty of them. Most demons lived together out of safety. There was strength in numbers.
If living in the human world was so horrible, why not live hell? Well, Hell, the Underworld, or whatever you wanted to call it, wasn't fire and brimstone. It was a vast dimension with many biomes like earth. But in hell, the hierarchy was too cruel towards demons. Devils reigned supreme there and demons were little more than second-class citizens. The mortal plain had much more to offer. Better food, entertainment, fulfilling employment, and for those who could hide well freedom. Is it better to serve in hell or be free on earth? Most demons braved the dangers of earth.
Gina parked her car along the sidewalk next to the house. It was a three-story monstrosity of red bricks and black roof shingles. It had a dozen rooms, a kitchen on the ground level, and four bathrooms. She could see lights on in the house despite the late hour. 'I guess they waited up for me.' Gina thought to herself.
She grabbed her shoulder bag and walked the short distance from the sidewalk to the porch. Before she could reach into her bag for the keys, the door flew open, and she was dragged inside. All at once, she was in the middle of a press of bodies. All her roommates were talking at once. She couldn't make heads or tails of what they were saying, since they kept speaking over each other. She gave a sharp whistle to get everyone's attention.
"People. One at a time, please." She ordered them when they finally quieted.
A petite blonde with jade eyes threw herself into Gina's arms. "We were all worried about you. We heard that there are Templars in the city."
Templars were supernatural hunters under the direct control of the Pope and the Trinity. They hunted down demons and any other supernatural that they deemed dangerous. While demons were globally despised, Templars had to tread carefully where other supernatural were concerned. If there were Templars in the city that meant nothing good for Gina and the others.
Gina hugged her friend and roommate, Cassy. "I'm perfectly fine. I didn't see any Templars. But just on the safe side, everyone should get their to-go bags ready."
Many nodded their agreement and ran off to do so. Gina hoped they wouldn't have to run again. They'd lived in this place for a few good years. It was their way of life, but no one enjoyed uprooting themselves.
"Do you think we'll have to run again?"
Gina turned to look at the youngest member of their group. His name was Marcus. He was a wrath demon. Which meant when he was old enough, he'd be a force to be reckoned with. But at 50, he was still too young to come into his full powers.
Gina patted his shoulders. "I don't think so but better safe than sorry."
She sent him off to bed and wrapped an arm around Cassy. The two of them walked up to their room on the second floor. They checked on their to-go bags before they went to bed. What seemed like only minutes later, Gina was woken by the alarm she built to signal that everyone was in danger. She and Cassy scrambled out of bed and grabbed their bags, and ran out of their rooms to see what happened. From the second-floor landing, they had a clear view of the first floor.
Sean and James were battling with two men in white tactical gear with heavy white trench coats. On the back of their coats were three flaming swords in the shape of the Trinity. Templars. Gina turned to Cassy. "Go get everyone else out."
Cassy nodded and ran to direct the other member of the group. Templars traditionally fought with swords. They didn't like using modern weapons. To unsophisticated for them. That evened the playing field just a little bit. But not by much. Gina summoned her obsidian saber and rushed down the stairs to help her friends. Sean was a Leviathan demon. His size and strength were keeping the Templar at bay. James was once a disciple of Dantalion, one of the great Archdukes of hell. His magic casting was first-rate. While Sean bludgeoned the Templar James kept them at bay with his barrier magic. Now that Gina had arrived with her saber, they could probably kill a few before making their escape.
One Templar ducked under Sean's guard and came for her. She raised her saber and parried his attack. Templars were great swordsmen, but she'd been alive for centuries. They'd never best her in a one-on-one. Which was why there were five of them. Well, four now that she dispatched the one, she'd been fighting.
The problem was the longer they fought the better the chance reinforcements would arrive. They needed to go. Cassy and the others should have gotten away and be ready to meet at the rendezvous spot.
"Now James," Gina said.
James nodded and with a snap of his fingers, the room was filled with black smoke. She felt two sets of hands grab her arms before the world seem to tilt on its axle. One moment she was surrounded by smoke, the next she stood in the woods behind the house with Sean and James. They could hear the Templars shouting and, in a few moments as several nondescript vans pulled up to the house. Swarms of Templars came from the vans and began searching for them in every direction.
The three demons took one last look at the house they lived in for the past few years before turning to run for their lives.