I would dare claim the worst feeling imaginable is that sinking feeling in your chest after realizing you've stumbled into a trap, yet you are stuck in that moment just before resigning yourself to your fate. A feeling of helplessness, suspended in time, but the sun has yet to set. You can still delude yourself a little longer that there is hope. The gallows are finished, but you might yet receive a pardon at the eleventh hour. Like a prison cell with a small window, smaller than your head, at the top of the cell which lets the sunlight in. It makes you forget about the iron bars behind you for a time.

 

No good deed should go unrewarded, so I always thought. Good men don't remain behind bars for long. My life was saved by the demon, so I saved hers. It seemed like a simple exchange. At least that's how I looked back on it. I really shouldn't think so highly of myself. I did it only because the sight of a little girl drowning is something I couldn't live with. A naive sentiment. A knee jerk reaction to the demon I've repeatedly underestimated. If she wasn't concerned about hitting the ground at terminal velocity, she probably wasn't afraid of drowning either. According to Ba'el, I hadn't yet settled the outstanding balance.

 

She only saved me because it was necessary to keep her hidden from the Crone and her goon's magical eyes. For a creature who works in absolutes of contracts and, by extension, exchanges, I should have realized every tidbit of knowledge that was coming my way came at a price. She had said it herself. We both had the same end goal, even if our reasons approaching it were different.

 

Her seat had migrated from one end of the table right next to me, and when I realized it, I leaped up and backed away. The demon's green eyes were sultry, but when I resisted their pull I soon realized everything was all wrong. A girl whose head barely reached my chest glared coquettishly at me, and I retreated instinctively. I've ceased being numb to this kind of atmosphere and where this kind of scenario escalates to.

 

Preparations and reserves were two loaded words she used with those eyes and grin of hers, and I wasn't about to let myself get swept up in it all. Except I might have already screwed myself. Between the door and myself was the demon.

 

It didn't take her long to pry those eyes away from me and look over her shoulder. She didn't need much time to make sense of it either. Ba'el hoped off the chair; her cloven hooves clopping loudly in the deathly silent room. She backed up, watching me intently. There was a tool cabinet nearby, so she spun around quickly, dug her claws into it and lifted it off the ground. She didn't even need to put her legs, hips or back into it. She dead lifted it with only her arms, spun around and dropped it in front of the door. Hundreds of pounds without effort. The rattle of heavy iron tool inside jingled and the wooden frame came down with one last clunk. Someone had covered up that little window, and now the cell was dark.

 

     She clapped and rubbed her palms together, “Almost forget to put a lock on the door. If they do find us, don't want them barging in all of a sudden.” She said with a smile.

 

I had my doubts that was the reason.

 

With a playful pirouette, she spun on around on her hoof and faced me. One hoof in front of the other, slowly as though she were walking in high heels, Ba'el walked closer. Slowly. I backed away and kept the table between us as she circled around the opposite side.

 

     “Why so coy, Laven?” She giggled.

 

There wasn't a word I knew to properly respond to the demon. I couldn't even look at her anymore when her paw reached for the metal bits coiling from behind her back to barely cover her chest. I heard the sound of a click, and I quickly looked away. When I heard the clang of metal against the ground I looked back on reflex and saw the demon's bare chest, complete with her barely noticeable mounds crowned with red nickle sized-

 

I threw my gaze away violently and continued to use the table to shield myself from her, using the sound of her voice and the clopping of her hooves to guide me away. Eventually her giggles stopped and were replaced with sighs.

 

     “Laven. Stop playing around.” She said coldly.

 

I dared to look back, but only after tilting my chin up so that my eyes would have a harder time seeing below her collarbone. Ba'el's brows were wrinkled, and her eyes were piercing and altogether on the verge of anger.

 

     “P...P-put your clothes back on,” I managed to say at last.

 

If you could call it clothes.

 

     “Put what back on?” She said with a grin.

 

Her fingers reached slowly for the brooch holding her mantle around her neck and shoulders. With a flick of her nail, it snapped open, and it dropped to the floor behind her. Now she was just messing around.

 

     “Oh? That?” She said with faux innocence. “How silly of me.”

 

Ba'el turned around and bent down to pick up the pile of clothes behind her. I had to avert my eyes again when her rear end and fluffy goat's tail, which flicked back and forth playfully, was all I could see of her above the table. She giggled for a bit but suddenly stopped. I heard her sigh, and when I looked back she was glaring at me, twice as irritated compared to before. Ba'el's chin was resting on the table as she stared at me. Her forehead was now properly knitted into angry glare.

 

     “Laaaaaven~” She complained. “This is serious.”

 

     “Serious?” I blurted out. “Serious how? You're the one messing around!”

 

     “Hmph,” She snorted. “We only got till tonight to get ready, and I'm running on fumes.”

 

I heard another click and clank of metal on the stone floor from across and under the table. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. A screech of wood against stone echoed in the cave, and the table itself scurried across the floor toward me. The edge of the wooden table struck me in the thigh, nearly knocked me off my feet, pushed me back and painfully pinched the muscles and bones in my leg. I was a mouse caught in a trap. The wall which had once been a safe distance behind me was now against my back.

 

Like a chanteuse, Ba'el pulled herself on top of the table and crawled across it on all fours toward me. She was also completely naked with a sultry expression on her face, running her tongue over her lips. My heart skipped a beat... in a panic.

 

     “It didn't have to come to this, Laven. But you're being a very naughty boy.”

 

Sitting down on her knees with her hooves behind her, Ba'el's crawl came to an end. She reached out with her paws and ran her fingers and nails over my cheek, down my neck and to my chest. With one sharp nail, she effortlessly sliced through each string and button holding my shirt together. The pads of her paws rubbed slowly over my chest, and she seemed to be testing and teasing it for where it was firm, soft or sensitive. My hands were stuck down at my sides, trapped by the table, so I couldn't defend myself against her at all. I also couldn't look down because of the small body of the girl laid bare before me. Until I felt a finger tweak my right nipple, and my arm jolted on its own and rattled the table. I swung my head around and flared my teeth in anger against the scamp.

 

     “Oh ho~ That's a good spot,” She giggled.

 

     “Stop this Ba'el,” I growled.

 

     “Stop? Why? We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet.”

 

     “Weren't you just-”

 

A fuzzy finger pressed up against my lips to shut me up.

 

     “Are you stupid, or do you just do a good job pretending you are when you want to play the ignorance card?”

 

What is she-?

 

     “I'm dangerously low on magic. I need life force to replenish it.”

 

Ba'el rose up off the table and pressed her chest up against my mine. Her chin rested on my shoulder. I could feel her heartbeat. I could feel her breathing right next to my ear.

 

     She whispered into it, “Your life force.”

 

With her arms wrapped around my neck she leaned back and hung off me, far enough away so that she could study my face and the expression I made when she said it. The cruel and wicked look on her when she did so told me that she got what she wanted out of that.

 

     “You said you knew a thing or two about demons, right? I told you some privy stuff too. Well, that's what I need now.”

 

She looked left, right and around the room.

 

     “-And I don't see anyone else around. Do you?... Hey. You do know what has a real good and dense place to get life force, right?”

 

Ba'el pulled herself back in while I was still powerless to do a thing and brought her face to the side my neck. I felt something wet and slimy trace over my skin there followed by something soft nibbling at the skin and playfully gnawing and sucking, but then I felt something sharp sink itself in my skin. It felt like a bee's stinger, and my body convulsed in protest.

 

Ba'el giggled as she leaned back again, a little trickle of blood running down from one corner of her lip. Her teeth, the two large upper canines in particular, were dyed red.

 

     “That's one, but I don't like it too much to be honest. Makes your partner woozy. They pass out, and I don't like the idea of breaking my toys... Not like that, anyways.”

 

Even with her mouth now away from my neck, I could still feel a tiny trickle of liquid flow from my neck. When I looked down, I saw meager little stream of red cascade down my shoulder and over my chest. After the initial sting and shock, I glared even more fiercely at the demon.

 

     “Hey. What starts life? That's an easy question to answer. Come on. Tell me, Laven~”

 

I kept my mouth shut in quiet rebellion.

 

     Ba'el puffed out her cheeks and pouted, “Awwww~ Come on. It's easy. It's the seed. Yeah. THAT seed.”

 

Another giggle as the little demon played around while I couldn't do so much as lift a finger.

 

     “Back off," I finally managed to grumble.

 

     “What? Why? You got a better idea? Because I seriously I doubt it. If you want to stop The Crone, I need to get my strength back. You're the only one who can do that right now, so shut up and play along.”

 

Ba'el's face was a mix between playful and irritated, but when she took a moment to study my face, her own expression lightened.

 

     “You're serious?” She said in disbelief.

 

Her expression quickly switched back to angry

 

     “What's your problem?” She yelled, untying her hands around my neck so that she could grab me by the collar of my shirt and shake my back and forth.

 

She let go of my collar, slumped back down on the table but still continued to glare at me.

 

     “What? You got someone else on your mind?... Nah... You got 'friends' plural, don't ya? So what's the deal? I ain't good enough?”

 

What the hell is she?-

 

Ba'el stood up, which forced me to look away lest something be right about at my eye level.

 

     “I got assets of my own you know.”

 

She turned around, put her hands on her hips; and while standing on the table right in front of me with my eyes only half a meter away, she rocked her hips in a rhythm back and forth in front of me. Her little goat's tail nearly brushed and tickled against my nose as she did her little dance. She emphasized it with a couple slaps of her paws against her bare buttocks. She peered over her shoulder at me, but the look I gave back to her, or her backside, wasn't what she was looking for. She stopped her little dance, crashed back down onto her knees as she spun around and this time violently seized my cheeks in her hands and forced me to look at her.

 

     “What's the deal?” She yelled at me; her frustration having runneth over. “This old lady not good enough for ya? Huh? Punk?”

 

      “Old lady?” I said, barely, with my cheeks and lips painfully squished together.

 

     “You picking on your elders, you little shit?"

 

I was lost now. This interrogation had gone off the rails somewhere else along the way. When Ba'el released her death grip on my face, and I could speak clearly, I had to ask:

 

     “Elder? You'd be laughed out of the liqueur store for trying to pull that card!” I replied at last to her snide quips.

 

     "Ten thousand years is enough to make me the elder of not just you, or your nations, empires and institutions and tongue of which you speak! I'm as good as eternal to the likes of a mortal like you."

 

That's-No, that's impossible. If I were to put ten thousand years into perspective, there would be a glaciers a mountain's worth high outside my front door.

 

     “A proud card carrying member of the forth generation of the hellborne. Didn't I already say that? Only once separated from the great families of the Seventy-two! Maybe two, not four. And I don't recall it being three. Three doesn't sound right now that I say it aloud.”

 

I could feel my own face twist into a deadpan expression. Ba'el was puffing up full of pride; her twin-tail hair thankfully dangling PG in front of her chest so I was free to stare at her in disbelief. She went silent after a moment and stared back at me. We didn't move or speak for a small while, but then she suddenly exploded back into action on her own.

 

     “Hold on! What the hell are you thinking?” She said, thrusting her finger in front of my face. “Don't tell me you- all this time you've been- like a child!”

 

     “Yeah, that's because you look like one!” I barked back. "Am I the only one here who thinks that is obvious?

 

     “How dare you! You little whelp of a mortal!”

 

Ba'el stood up again, this time with one hand on her hip, the other behind her head while she gyrated her hips back and forth.

 

     “You dare insult my gorgeous body, overflowing with youth?”

 

As she thrust her hips and groin in my face I had to look away.

 

     “S-stop that!” I stuttered back at her. "Weren't you bragging about your mature charm a minute ago? Make up your mind, you midget!"

 

Perhaps that's the single worse word I could have managed to unearth. It was far too late to reel it back in though. All I could do is bear witness to her face contort from her mischievous grin, soured into a tight lipped frown and then twisting into a furious scowl.

 

     “You're beyond naughty. You've absolutely vile!” She screamed back. “I'll show you-I'll teach you to look down at me!”

 

Between my legs I felt something roughly cup and hold my loins. Ba'el callously thrust her hand between my thighs and was about to start juggling the contents in her fingers when I finally reached my breaking point. I heard an audible snap in my head, and my hands, which had been at my sides, grabbed hold of the table's edge. With all my strength and some borrowed muscle, I flipped the table over. It didn't matter that Ba'el was on top of it; she didn't weight that much to stop me from doing so. She yelped in surprise and rode it through its short trip airborne. A couple meters away she hit the ground, and the table fell on top of her.

 

After the crash, I stood there breathing heavily for a moment. My throat was hoarse; the muscles in my arm and back were already starting to ache when the adrenaline left me quickly. My senses came back eventually, and it only sunk in what I had just done. The shadows from the lamp had suddenly shifted, the atmosphere and very identity of the room itself changed along with it. Ba'el was nowhere to be seen, the only hiding place would be under the table now flat on its top with its legs sticking high up into the air.

 

Before I could try to cobble together an apology, the ground itself felt like it were rumbling. With just one flick of her arm, Ba'el threw the table off herself and sent it flying into the wall. I watched as it shattered into splinters in the corner of the room. All the excitement and adrenaline which had steeled my heart began to melt when I could physically see the dark aura and pulses of negative energy exude off the naked baphomet.

 

     “La-ve-n~” She growled while slowly getting back up.

 

I tried to get away, but there was only a wall behind me. The door, my only other exit, had a few hundred kilograms of wooden cabinet and iron tools blocking the doorway.

 

     “Well... Like they always say... If you want something done right... You need to do it yourself.”

 

There was a shadow covering Ba'el's face, so I couldn't gauge both the tone of her voice and the expression on her face. Not until it was too late. She looked up, and as the shadow slid across and off her face, I saw her eyes had become glowing green pentagrams which were busy spinning and pulsing. My own eyes felt like they were burning, melting, when I looked into hers, and a buzz inside my head felt like my brain was being shaken to mush. I almost lost my balance and keeled over, but my vision went dark before that.

 

It felt as if my vision were being sucked backward out of my eye-sockets and into the back of my skull. My field of view shrinking down into something which could thread itself through a needle, as if a burlap sack had been dunked over my head. That made seeing and bracing myself for the impact which hit my chest like a sledgehammer impossible. First came the ringing. A low annoying buzz that started from the center of my head until it reached my ears and flew off in all directions only to echo off the close walls and back toward the center of my pulsing head where the aching migraine got worse and worse before it started to get better. Second came sight, it gradually and slowly came back to me, but the woozy feeling from my inner ears never quite left. It made feel as though I were off balance all the time, and I could barely stand at all. And straight through the back of my skull my vision went as I saw my body standing in front of me, still as a soldier on guard duty. Yet as I stumbled backwards, and regained my footing, I looked down only to not see any part of me at all. I was a ghost, knocked clear of my own body.

     

     “Aha. There we go,” I heard Ba'el say, further away than a second ago. "You stay quiet, for once, and pay attention. Watch and you might learn something.

 

I looked over to where the noise had come from, and I saw... myself, standing by the wall. Ba'el prodding and poking until she figured something out, nodded and congratulated herself.

 

An out of body experience? No. That's not-

 

     “What the hell is? Ba'el what the fuck did you do?" I demanded, but given her reaction, she didn't hear me at all.

 

     Cracking her knuckles she began, "Assuming control."

 

Ba'el placed her paw onto my chest, my actual body's chest. With a claw she traced some manner of intricate and runed circle and a moment later her body went as rigid and limp as my own. In the next instant, my body came back to life, except I wasn't anywhere near it. I saw my body roll its shoulders and crack its neck. Slowly, groggily, the eyed opened. Those are not my eyes. Sitting in the sockets of what was my face were green eyes with goat-like rectangular pupils. Spreading across my face was a familiar and wicked grin. She glanced over toward where, what I assume is my consciousness, me, floating in the air.

 

     “If you wont man up and do it, then I'll do it myself.” I heard myself say. "I'll try and give it back to you in one piece."

 

     “W-what did you do, you bitch?” I cried as I lunged forward, but went straight through my body.

    

     “Just a little demonic possession, nothing serious,” I heard my voice say. "Hey, babe, help me out here."

 

     “Yes sir," the little girl said, monotone and swaying to and fro like a puppet on strings.

 

     "A bit of a dead fish, I'm afraid," Ba'el said though my own lips. "But I'll have to make due."

 

That's not possible. That's... absurd.

 

The little goat demon moved like a tin soldier with a key stuck in its back and Ba'el followed close behind with a hand on its shoulder.

 

     “Interesting thing, isn't it?” I heard my voice call out. “Walking in someone else's shoes.”

 

While I heard my voice laugh at its own poor joke, Ba'el's body body wobbled back onto its hooves and busied itself making a little bed on the ground. My own body was towering over her. Ba'el's body went still, and I could only watch helplessly. That familiar and twisted grin looking over straight at me. How could she look me straight in the eyes when I couldn't even look down and see myself? Seeing those alien eyes of hers look back at me from behind my own face gave me a profound sense of wrongness.

 

Try as I might, I could not muster a single scream. I was too confused, too lost and too dazed to do it. Meanwhile, Ba'el's body didn't put up any resistance and did as its master commanded. It did not protest as she was uncermoiously scooped up and dropped down onto a pile of old straw and feathers wrapped in an old mattress. It let out atomic plume of old dust.

 

     “Confused?” I heard my voice say. “There's another saying, yes? Home is where the heart is, right?”

 

I swatted the plumes of dust away although I had no nose nor eyes for it to irritate.

 

     “You don't think all that strength of mine comes from these little arms, do you? No. All that comes right from the spirit. My form might have changed, my memories may have been taken from me and other parts of my psyche twisted with... quirks... But my spirit is still the same. This body is that of a little girl's now, but I'm every bit the old daemon I was all along. Strength, magic, all of it. Even the Demon Lord, Lilith, couldn't take that away from me... You see; we had just had your spirit evicted and I took its place. There's a vacancy, but given what I am about to do, I doubt you'd be up for it."

 

     “Why would you-?”

 

     “Stop asking boring questions, Laven," Ba'el replied, and I began to think she could hear me even when I had no lungs to speak with. "You already know why. I need your life force. I'm a demon, of sorts. I need it to keep my strength up. To fuel my magic. We don't stand a chance tonight unless I get my fill... If you're not going to do it. Then I will.”

 

I watched as Ba'el inside my body slipped one arm free from my shirt's sleeve, then the other. It collapsed into a heap behind... me. Ba'el... My head is spinning as I begin to lose track of and-can't focus...

 

     “Do I have to spell it out? Life force. Seed... We're going to do it now. Butter the bread. Take the meat wagon out for a spin.... Sex.... It didn't have to be this difficult... I'm going to get to work now. We only got a few hours to get 'er done.”

 

I protested, this was wrong. How could it be possible to eject someone right out of their body?

 

     “Relax. This is only just a step beyond your daring infiltration of the Abbey.”

 

     “I didn't choose to do that!”

 

     “What a coincidence!” She declared joyously with my voice and with a grin across my face while throwing my arms up into the air. “You don't get to choose what happens now either!”

 

     “Ba'el stop. This is crazy,” I pleaded.

 

     “Gonna be crazy fun!” She responded, twisting my face into an almost insane expression of wide mouthed glee. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be in cold storage for about eight-hundred years? How about you spend another forty years of it cooped up inside a tiny little room like Isabelle? It's like being forced to tuck your knees in, wrap your arms around them and be shoved into a tiny box. For. Forty. Damn. Years. I couldn't stretch; I couldn't go wild. The only company I had were children, old coots and everything from boring old men to creepy and disgusting old men... Now excuse me if I let go and dig my claws into the first worthwhile thing to pass by within arm's reach in a millennium.”

 

     “Lift this spell then, and I'll-”

 

     “Oh ho ho ho ho... No...” Ba'el laughed. “We're past that point now. No returns. You had your chance. You had to go and hurt my feelings. I spent all those years disguised as a child, then you go ahead and continue to treat me like one after everything you've seen and heard. No. No, we're doing this the hard way now... Speaking of hard.”

 

Ba'el, in full control of my body, reached down for the belt loop of my pants and pulled them back while looking down. I felt my mind jolt and shudder. A strong feeling of violation overwhelmed me.

 

     “Hot damn!...” Ba'el shouted with my voice.

 

Ba'el's green eyes turned back to look at me, a wry smile on my face.

 

     “This IS gonna be good. Not shabby. Not bad at all.”

 

     “Don't you even-!”

 

     “And you've been sporting a chubby this whole time too. Now I'm really cross,” She said with a smile. The tone in my voice was hardly angry too. “We could have saved a lot of time if you had just listened to your little soldier here... Oh well, that's in the past now. I'll just have to teach you a lesson about respecting your elders so this doesn't happen again~”

 

Ba'el released the grip on the belt, and the pants snapped back around my body's waist.

 

     “I take it you got a problem doing it with beautiful, cute and precocious demons like me, well....”

 

Ba'el dropped the pants to the floor, exposing my now naked body to the air. It was standing at attention in more ways than one. There was a insidious grin slapped across my face, and there was a mischievous glint in the black rectangular pupils of her eyes which were inside my skull.

 

     “...I certainly don't.”

 

Ba'el moved closer with my body, nude. Saying that my feelings were complicated over everything would be an understatement. I had progressed from having to accept my fate in that dark cell to being transferred to a new, smaller one. Only I had to share that cell with someone else with certain... inclinations.

 

She was on top of herself, as me, in a flash. With all her theatrics out of the way all that remained was her ravenous appetite. Ba'el's body shamelessly spread its legs split beaver and raised its hips. My old standby had had gone turncoat. My head was still fuzzy, but even when I closed my eyes, I could see it. As if still somewhat connected to my old body where it counted, I could feel it as a phantom senstation.

 

     “Come on now, Laven. Be a sport.” Ba'el said with my voice. "Open sesame.”

 

Not in recent memory have I heard two more ominous words put together. I didn't have the time to muster even two words of my own together before my own hands under the demon's control snuck down and grabbed hold of Ba'el below. A distant sensation overcame me as well. A heat, an electrical spark up my own spine. Connected there, together, I could feel that same spark travel up that little girl's spine too. Although I was still tenously tied to myself, the magic flowed through me still from Ba'el's body into my own which she currently occupied. It numbed my senses, and I could feel my mind blow back from its seat of control. The girl was small. My own body was much larger.

 

The sensation stopped. I opened my eyes to see Ba'el's green eyes looking right at me. Between the two of us she was rubbing an index and thumb together. Between them was a clear mucous like liquid. It formed strands that held their shape for quite some distance before breaking. The fingers were close enough to my nose, that I could smell it too. My mind had been reeling before, but it snapped back into gear; my eyes refocused.

 

     “Yeah, that's a scent you're more familiar with. That got your attention, didn't it?” She said, with my voice still gruff and heavy. “Maybe you've noticed? If you had been cut off completely, you would be dead right now. I know you feel it. Let it remind you what you are missing. Maybe next time you'll be a little more compliant. A bit more willing."

 

I opened my eyes and glared at myself. My own eyes were staring back at me, and I was looking back at myself through someone else's eyes.

 

     “I do look good from this angle, you don't know what you are missing, Laven!" She teased.

 

Without a word, Ba'el thrust in suddenly. It was rough, right to the base, as far as she could go with what I had. A warmth, an electric shock, a shiver of pain surged through the demon's body. As the energy poured out of me, into her, with me in the middle, I could feel it ever so faintly. Yet among all that, the pain was very real. It seemed as though I wasn't the only one though. I watched as Ba'el struggled to keep a straight face as she pushed forward. With my teeth grit and controlled breathing, she labored to maintain control.

 

     “Unholy mother of hell. That's... Tight...” She groaned.

 

A thin trickle of red from her raised lower half came down over her stomach.

 

     “Whoops, how did I forget about that?” Ba'el said callously. “I've been pent up for so long, been asleep for so long I completely forgot about that. I had always wondered how that was supposed to feel... Oh well. There's no use in crying over spilt milk...

 

I thought the pain was gone at last, but then she pushed forward and brought my own body's weight down on top of her. Ba'el's back curved even more, my dick plunged even deeper into the painfully throbbing crevice and the bite of pain flared up once again. Even her empty shell, which had no mind of its own, could not hide the contorted expression of pain on its face. Not that concerned the demon at all who had preoccupied herself with other sensations. As the pain eventually flowed out of the puppet's body, I felt another sensation eminating from it. The position she was in with myself gave her free run to enter as deep as she could manage. It did not take her long to take that to the next level. It wasn't experimenting on where she needed to go; she already knew that. It was her body that she was assaulting after all.

 

     “That's right. Don't worry about a thing at all, Laven. I know exactly what I'm doing. Sweet hearts like you, I've been there to see them drop to depravity. All just for a tiny taste of power. More girls and women into witches throughout the ages, just like this.”

 

She had gathered herself together to talk down to me. I was ashamed to admit that I could not. I grit my teeth, but even if I looked away I could still hear it. Ba'el grunting with each thrust with my own voice and met with the doll that is her real body beginning to moan itself. It was a game of mind over matter. That much was obvious, but the more obvious that became, the more aware of the struggle I became. The more she taunted me, the more frustrated I became. The more frustrated I became, the less control I had. When I lost focus, the assault became that much stronger from both sides assailing my vunlerable etherial form. When I lost control, the feelings of Ba'el's body washed over me in addition to what Ba'el experienced through me.

 

With a firm grip, Ba'el grabbed hold of her hips and lifted the puppet off the bed entirely. Something twitched inside. Some position she took, it touched on something sensitive. It filled me with revulsion that it was strong enough that even I could feel it from where I stood.

 

     “At last! I was hoping you'd be able to reach that spot if I tried," Ba'el said, very proud of herself and perhaps some rare, albiet twisted, praise directed toward me.

 

That moment of truth was... fast approaching. I could feel it. Like a hungry beast, Ba'el's body was a great maw which thirsted after magical energy. The most potent source of which was semen. As aburd as that was. Yet the more her body came closer to surmounting many smaller orgasms to one greater one, the more I felt my vulnerable form be subjected to the intrusive sensations.

 

     “Hyaaa~” Ba'el's voice escaped from her pallid lips.

 

Even without its master and commander at the helm, the body remembers, the body still feels and it certainly retains its instincts. Like a beast in rut, Ba'el's body stired to life and began to receprocate. I don't think she even noticed herself as she busied my body to practice her craft. There was certainly a flow of magic energy that even I could sense. Was Ba'els body... Climaxing? I couldn't quite be sure tell. I wasn't sure where my own disgust began and where her being in heat began. With nowhere else for those thoughts of her Id to go, the closest vector was through me. Try as I might to shut them out.

 

     “No. No, don't!” I cried out.

 

Ba'el had no quip or taunt to throw my way. Those green eyes of hers were wholly invested in continuing to pound away. Inside, deep inside, I was privy to hearing a bestial voice. An instinct. It was a primal desire which called out for my body. It wanted the seed I had. Its life force. It wanted it badly. It wasn't just a hunger or a desire; it was a need. Like something it needed to make itself feel whole. If Ba'el obliged- the voice was getting louder. It was rattling at the cage. I still was sitting on top of it, trying to keep it contained. If it got what it wanted... I don't think I could hold on-

 

I could hear my own voice, my body's own voice, groan and moan. I was so dazed and lost. As the ghost I currently was, I could feel the feelings of both bodies wash over me all at once. If it were not lifted helplessly off the floor, held so tightly, I don't know what it would do on its own. I was just an observer, but I felt my own mind—which felt like my own body—being overrun with the feelings and sensations of Ba'el. Those thoughts which were naturally borne from it were assaulting me.

 

One last thrust, that's all that was needed. I could feel it start from the base, which the outer folds clung greedily to as it moved up along the shaft. The pulsing waves of Ba'el's own body followed behind it, pulling it along. Pulling it deeper inside herself. A splash of something molten hot. The heat of both our bodies was more than I could stand, so I had a hard time imagining I could feel something so scalding, but there it was. I knew what it was right away. It was the last thing her body was waiting for. The cage I was sitting on rattled back and forth until I was thrown off it. I heard my own body moan and roar, I heard Ba'el's voice, coming through what felt like my own throat and mouth cry out in ecstasy.

 

     “No~!” I tried to scream.

 

It came out slurred.

 

Thrust after thrust. Almost all the way out, then all the way back in. Pulse after pulse. Globule after globule of my own scathingly hot sticky semen painted the insides of Ba'el white. I lost control completely; the body moved on its own as it writhed. I thought the back would snap and me along with it. Almost half a minute of this feeling, and it already felt as though it would be never ending. My body was let go. Let go to slump back onto the bed. Ba'el slumped down but hovered over. Her green eyes refocused and stared into my own. When she looked at me, she could not hold back her wicked, sick and twisted smile. I wasn't even sure what kind of face I was making.

 

     “No... No.... More~” I slurred.

 

     “Ha ha ha.” Ba'el laughed triumphantly.

 

     “Ha ha- hwa hwa hwa~” Ba'el's body huffed and moaned.

 

I shook my head. Something wasn't- I looked down. Laying before me was the body of Ba'el. Laying on its side laughing. Her laugh wasn't normal though. It sounded just like her, just slurred... I myself felt hot, sweaty. I rubbed my hand against my forehead. My own hand. My heart skipped a beat. I felt out of breath, but...

 

     “Ah!” Ba'el shook back to her senses.

 

I was still woozy, Ba'el rolled onto her stomach and seemed pretty out of it herself. She held up her paw in front of her eyes. She studied it, then looked over her shoulder back up at me. I saw her green eyes, goat pupils and all. We glared at one another with dumbfounded expressions on our faces.

 

     “Huh? Well... I don't remember ending... How?”

 

I was back in my old body. Ba'el was back in her own. My body and brain once again felt like they were on the same wavelength. My fingers, all five of them, moved as I wanted them to. It was Ba'el now who looked confused.

 

     “I didn't release the spell to.... hmm,” She mused.

 

With my body, brain and mind all together again, I felt a certain clarity. Like I had exited the storm... Or merely drifted into the eye of it. My thoughts quickly turned to the grinning face of the demon. The sinister look on her before... The one she made with my own during... I felt... Angry. Furious. I grit my teeth, and my breathing became heavier, faster.

 

     “Whatever. This should do for now. I- Hey, what's your problem,” I heard Ba'el say, her voice sounding distant below me.

 

Our eyes met. She seemed taken aback for a moment but glared back at me.

 

     “Hey! Get off of me already. Unless you want me to-”

 

It took just that kind of tone in her voice to set me off. I leaned down and grabbed hold of her arm.

 

     “Don't get ahead of yourself, Laven. You're-” As she spoke, she grabbed hold of my arm with her free arm and tried to pull it off.

 

And failed.

 

     “-What?”

 

She put effort into it this time. She groaned, strained, but was unable to budge me at all. She should have the strength to clamp down on my arm and turn the bones to dust and muscles to mush with just a simple squeeze if she wanted to, but there wasn't any strength in her grip at all. The worst she could manage was an Indian burn. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. Our spirits were back where they belonged, but it didn't happen because she wanted it to. On top of that, her strength hasn't returned yet.

 

Before she could make another move, I took my other hand and grabbed hold of her neck from behind and pushed her down.

 

     “Whoa! Stop right there! What do you think you're-”

 

She was on her stomach with her butt hanging in the air. The stain of white still seeping out from her privates was the painted target I needed. I didn't even give her another chance to speak up. I shifted into position, dropped down on top of her and thrust my way in, violently.

 

     “Heeee!~” A yelp of surprise, pain and a touch of pleasure escaped from her lips.

 

It... Was... Tight. I felt myself convulse right away. I didn't expect it at all. I came, but I was dry. I had yet to recover, but I couldn't stop. It didn't stop.

 

     “hu-what are yuu?~ Ah~!” Ba'el's own speech was still slurred. The way her words stumbled over each other and the look on her face told me she wasn't expecting that. “Nwo, downt I'm shill~”

 

After I was done convulsing, while I was still tender myself, I pulled back my hips and then pushed myself in as far as I could go. Ba'el's back curved like a bow. I let go of her arm and neck and instead grabbed hold of her horns. I ended up trading one beast for another. But this beast... This was the devil I did know.

 

With her horns firmly in my grasp and her back bent, I continued to pound away. It was tight. It was hot. I had felt hotter; I had been more sensitive, but never before had I felt something crush down on my dick so hard. It was easy to go in. It greedily welcomed me in, but pulling back out took effort. But I was too furious to stop. All the anger, all the humiliation had built up too much. Ba'el was too defenseless. I couldn't stop myself.

 

She wanted to make a fool out of me? Mess with my head? I'LL SHOW HER!

 

     “Lawen! Swtop~”

 

Every time I pushed in, I felt the crushing walls inside her. I could feel the warm crevices as they traced over every square inch of my cock. It squeezed tight and made every nerve ending there scream out. Scream out in pain. Scream out in pleasure. Pleasure was louder. My anger was louder still.

 

I grew tired of leaning over, so I pulled her back upright by the horns. I let go of her horns. I pulled back myself but grabbed hold of her tiny legs from behind.

 

     “Laven!” She managed to say clearly at last, “H-hey... You wouldn't... with a poor little girl, would you?”

 

     “No,” I said.

 

Her pleading face looked back with a little wry smile of relief. I leaned back over, right next to her ear.

 

     “But you ain't a child, are you?” I whispered.

 

With my hands wrapped securely under her thighs, I stood up. She was light. Really light. The demon didn't have the strength to resist. Sure, she kicked her legs and little hooves in protest , but Ba'el barely had the strength left to claw or swing her arms around. With her lower half cradled in my arms, I dropped her down. I had recovered already, so I was hard, hot, ready and waiting. I plugged into the hole where my previous efforts, under Ba'el's control, had left its stain. From this position, she was impaled all the way. Her stomach bulged a bit as her body was too small to take it all in normally.

 

A moan and cry of ecstasy from her mouth was music to my ears. It sounded like justice. For someone who spoke of karma and teaching others lessons, this was the right kind of revenge and one she would understand. Maybe she would appreciate it, laugh about it later. Right now though, she couldn't really focus. Her tail whipped back and forth; it tickled my abdomen. I had to be careful about her backward swept horns, but I managed. Her clawed paws might have been a problem, but she kept them to herself. She caressed the bulge on her stomach, and I felt the bit of extra pressure on my dick. She held onto her cheeks as she tried to hold her slackened jaw up while her tongue hung out of her mouth. As she lost herself, she reached down with one paw and spread her lower lips and stimulated herself so rough and fast that I thought she might hurt herself more than I could ever harm her.

 

She had left me on the verge of falling before, now she was going to take my place just before the edge.

 

     “Wuhat is wif dis?-” She moaned and slurred.

 

She appeared confounded by how sensitive her own body was. I hadn't been completely in sync before, and I nearly lost my mind in there. Now that I was back, the difference was huge just in my own body. If the same was happening to her, then what she was feeling could be far more than what I had to endure. As strong, wise, and experienced as she claimed to be, perhaps it could not have prepared her for how sensitive this new body of her really is. Could the same be said of all monsters?

 

     “Lawen! Swtop. Pwease. I cwant!”

 

Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. It was unsightly, but she wasn't a girl for grace in the first place, so I found it oddly fitting. That might just be the anger talking though; I was pretty low on sympathy. My body felt like it was on auto-pilot. I had lost count of how many dry runs I had done, but her body was reacting to it each time. So the flashes of white were no doubting hitting her again and again.

 

Still, she was getting louder, too loud. I leaned down, being careful to avoid her horn lest I lose an eye after getting this far. Her face turned toward me, eyes unfocused. My face was too close for her. Those eyes which had been unfocused before, snapped back to normal. The gleam of life returned to them.

 

     “Laven! Stop!”

 

Had I been saner, I would have listened. Her protests were sincere; that's what I honestly thought. I had gotten this far without being stopped though... Maybe because this is what she wanted all along. As our faces got closer, she struggled and tried to get away. She tried but didn't have the strength. I chased her face which tried desperately to turn away. I bit down on her lips when I caught them. When she had nowhere to run, I violated her further with my tongue. Tears streamed down her face, I didn't see them—my eyes were closed—but I felt them on my own cheeks as they flowed down. She tensed up, and her flailing stopped. Through my eyelids, I felt a warm glow. A brilliant light. It wasn't white; it was blue. It was bright enough, close enough, that I couldn't open my eyes. The sun could have been right before my face for all I knew.

 

Ba'el tense body went limp, and the flash of blue light vanished. There was a burning in my hips from the core of my glutes like my ass was on fire; I kept pounding away. I opened my eyes and saw her teary, empty green husks. Had I been not so furious, so bestial and filled with anger and lust, it would have pulled my heartstrings. Instead, I picked up the pace. I could tell I wasn't working on blanks anymore. There was a painful stirring in my loins; my testes were working overtime, and I was ready to go again for real. Although the demon seemed out of it, she must have still felt it as well. I started lifting her up and dropping her back down faster, rocking my hips in the rhythm as well. There was a big risk that I might have my legs give out and collapse both of us into a heap on the floor. But the pain of firing off a third time, the mere build up to it, spurred me onward to get it out. I'd really go crazy if I couldn't.

 

The slap of skin and the moans from the limp demon still writhing in ecstasy filled the small room. I kept pushing myself onward, harder and harder, until I growled like a beast myself. I felt like I was balling up a part of myself and forcing it through my penis and into the girl. It wasn't just a pulse. This wasn't just cumming. I went off like a gunshot then a fire hose. A quick and steady torrent that shot into Ba'el's nethers. She couldn't possibly hold it all, so all that fresh semen pushed out from where we were connected. There was nowhere else for it to go. Her back arched, and a loud, shrieking moan escaped her lips.

 

I couldn't hold myself up any longer. My arms were numb; they were sapped of strength, so I slowly let Ba'el down. She stumbled forward and broke her fall with her arms against the wall. Her legs were shaky, barely holding on, but she somehow managed to keep standing, even when I fell on top of her. Her strength must have come back to her at some point, but she was too out of it to notice... Too shocked or defeated to care.

 

Yet I still wasn't done. Using her as a crutch. With my arms anchoring to hers while I stood tall over her, I pushed up against her bare backside. I lifted her up off the ground slightly, on the tips of her hooves, and slid myself back in. And out again. She moaned again, but she didn't stop me.

 

     “Nwo. Lawen. Twhat enuf. Pwase. Forgibe me-”

 

I was slower, more methodical, but I kept pushing up on her. She continued panting and moaning; white liquid mixed with her own streamed down her thighs.

 

The sound of skin against skin and sex echoed in the room. I eventually lost track of time. I don't know when I stopped. A time must have come when I passed out. Perhaps I kept going after that, or even when the two of us collapsed. All I know is that I kept going. For how long? I don't know.