Summary:
Jake watches Megan prepare to return to the underworld to exchange herself for Jessica. After their conversation about rules, punishment, and Megan’s uncertain origins, he refuses to let her face the consequences alone. When she steps into the ritual circle and the flames rise, Jake leaps in after her. The passage leaves him burned and disoriented, but Megan finds him upon arrival. Now in her apartment deep within the demon realm, the two begin planning their next move while they wait for the authorities to appear.
Here is your Story: I Jumped Into the Flames to Save Her
I fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My chest heaved as the image of Jessica crumbling away replayed in my head, leaving a hollow ache that twisted my gut. I trusted Megan though. She swore everything would turn out fine, her voice steady even as the air around us still hummed with leftover magic.
Megan was getting ready to leave. “Do you still have salt?” she asked, already scanning the floor like she owned the space.
My body was still recovering from being thrown around my room for the second time in three days, but I managed to lift an arm and point toward my desk. She needed a few of the tools I had bought for her summoning, so my room already smelled like incense and burning candles. The scent clung to my skin, thick and sweet, while every bruise throbbed in time with my pulse. She started spreading the salt on the floor. I sat up to watch. The formation looked a little different from the one I had used, the lines sharper, the curves tighter against the wood.
Questions Before Goodbye
“Is this route home allowed?” I asked. “Do you have rules on that sort of thing?” My voice came out rough, still raw from shouting earlier.
“It’s mostly to avoid the demon hunters,” Megan explained. “They don’t mind an unfulfilled contract if the alternative is death. If you use it for any other reason, you’ll get in trouble.” She kept her hands busy, fingers tracing the salt without looking up, but her shoulders stayed tight.
“You’re already in trouble,” I noted, watching the way her hips shifted as she moved.
She laughed. “Exactly. Plus they actually want me back. They’re giving me the benefit of the doubt and assuming I will come to exchange myself for Jessica. If I take too long, they’ll send another incubitch after me.” The word rolled off her tongue like a curse she had worn too long.
“What would happen to her if you didn’t go back?” I asked, afraid of the answer, my stomach knotting tighter.
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of them taking the wrong person and ending up with a human down there. Unless that’s what happened to me, in which case she’ll probably end up like this.” Her words hung heavy, and I pictured Jessica’s face twisting the same way Megan’s had when the change first hit.
“Do you think that’s what happened to you?” I asked, suddenly panicked, my hands fisting the sheets.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Her eyes bulged and she gave a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, not trying to freak you out. I’m just still looking for my own answers, you know, and this seems like it could be one of them. I would rather find out I was in the wrong place at the wrong time than that I’m an evil murdering monster who deserved to become a demon.” The laugh died quick, leaving her lips pressed thin.
“You’re not a killer, Megan,” I said, meaning every syllable.
She kept focusing on her salt sigils and didn’t react at first. The grains whispered against the floor as she worked, her breathing slow and deliberate.
“You’re too soft for that.”
“You’re the one who got beaten up by an incubus.”
“You guys are strong.”
“My kind are strong. Incubi are weak.”
“Well, humans are weaker, and he backhanded me halfway across the room,” I moaned. The aches were still throbbing, heat blooming under every mark on my skin.
Megan looked at me. She tried to hold her expression steady for a moment, then her lip curled and she started to laugh, the sound bright and sudden in the quiet room.
“You’re such a demon.”
“You’ll be crying when I’m gone.”
“Maybe I will,” I said. There was no doubt that losing her so soon was going to hurt. We were growing close, and she was the first person I had ever been intimate with. I couldn’t shake how special she had become to me in such a short time. It had been barely half an hour since she was last on my dick, riding me hard until we both came, slick and gasping, and everything had fallen apart since then. The memory of her pussy gripping me, wet and hot, made my chest tighten now.
“At least you lasted longer in this life than you did with your New Year’s Eve boyfriend.”
“I might even remember you more fondly than I remember him,” Megan teased. She stood up straight after a few minutes on her knees putting the ritual together. I suppose it wasn’t a summoning, since she was going back the other way. Her thighs flexed under the leggings as she rose, and I caught myself staring at the curve of her ass.
“I’m sorry that it only lasted a couple of days,” I said, voice low.
She joined me on the edge of the bed and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “It’s not your fault. It’s what you get for running away, even if it was a little sooner than expected. I had a really good time.” Her thumb stroked my knuckles, sending sparks up my arm.
“I wish you could stay longer. Or maybe I can just summon you again, with a slightly toned-down contract.”
“Slightly?” she said, scrunching up her nose, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.
“Severely toned down.”
“They’re going to keep me locked away for a while. I won’t be able to accept any contracts. I put myself in this situation. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I have a feeling that I’m always going to be worrying about you from now on,” I said. I wasn’t going to be able to forget these few days with her. “I hope you find your answers, and your freedom.” The thought of her locked up made my throat close.
Megan smiled so sweetly. I wanted to kiss her, but she pulled me into a hug instead. She was strong, and her firm grasp made me grunt as she pressed against the growing bruises on my back. Her tits mashed warm against my chest, nipples hard through the thin top.
“Sorry,” she said, giggling, her breath warm against my neck, carrying the faint scent of salt and smoke.
I listened to her breathing and stroked her back. “Let me go and save your friend, and then promise me you’ll make her your girlfriend.”
“If she forgives me,” I said, the words catching.
Megan broke free from the hug and stood up, though her hand stayed in my hair, scratching my scalp as she looked down at me. “You’ll make it up to her. She knows how much you love her.” Her fingers lingered, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle.
She took a step back and lifted her vest top over her head. Her tits bounced free, full and flushed, the nipples dark and tight. “What are you doing?” I said, my cock twitching despite everything.
“The clothes will burn when I go through,” she said, pushing her leggings down next. “No point in wasting them. These belong to your sister now, like I promised. If I find out you’ve been wearing them, there’s going to be trouble.” She stepped out of the fabric, bare pussy glistening just a little from our earlier fuck, and I swallowed hard at the sight of her slick folds.
I laughed, a little distracted by her naked body. For a second I thought she was about to take me for another ride before she left. I took some comfort in my dick being soft. I wasn’t so sex-obsessed that I wanted to do it while the girl I liked was a hostage in the underworld. Still, the memory of pounding into her cunt, skin slapping, her moans filling the room, made my balls ache.
Flames and the Fall
Megan walked into her circle of salt and closed her eyes. She started to transform. Horns, wings, and a tail sprouted from her body as her skin turned red. The glistening crimson returned to her eyes when she looked my way again, and sharp fangs showed in her smile. My gaze moved over her, taking in her demonic beauty for the last time, the way her red tits heaved and her tail curled between her thighs.
“Goodbye, Jake,” she said. A faint quiver stayed in her smile, her voice husky.
I was frozen, muttering a timid goodbye, before she started reciting some ancient script from memory. The shaking came first. Then darkness spread across the room, and the only light came from the salt glyphs at her feet. They shone up at her, lighting her body against the black abyss, highlighting every curve of her ass and the wet shine between her legs.
I couldn’t bear to watch her leave, returning to a life she didn’t ask for or want. I couldn’t bear the knowledge that she would be punished for chasing her freedom, or that once her punishment was over, her life would again rest in the hands of the next human to summon her. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to be the one who set her free. I couldn’t stand the idea that things might go wrong down there. I couldn’t stand the thought that she might have been right about her origin, and that she was just another girl plucked from our world to be turned into a succubus. What if she couldn’t bring Jessica back? The same would surely happen to her. My mind raced with images of Megan on her knees, sucking some demon’s cock, cum dripping down her chin, and it made me sick and hard all at once.
I couldn’t leave her down there on her own. I would never be able to forgive myself. I couldn’t just sit there and wait and hope things turned out okay. That would have been pathetic. I cared too much about both of them to sit there and do nothing. The decision burned hotter than the salt lines.
Megan’s chanting had ended, and the fire was growing from the ground, taking her home. My heart pounded as I jumped to my feet. Chills ran down my body as I dove into her, almost knocking us both over. I wrapped my arms around her as the flames engulfed us. An excruciating burning took over my whole body. Megan shrieked as our eyes met, and I watched my body disintegrate in her reflective gaze, her red skin slick with sweat against mine.
The burning sensation felt endless. There was no pathway or portal, no sense of time, and no sign of Megan. There was nothing to see or hear or feel but the flames. I don’t know how long it lasted. It hurt so much that I couldn’t even register I was falling. The darkness beneath me never ended, swallowing every thought except the echo of her pussy clenching around my dick.
I returned to consciousness still in agony, but this time with something beneath my writhing, naked body. The floor was cold and harsh on my skin, but everything else felt worse. Every breath felt starved of air, dry and hoarse and falling apart before it could fill my lungs. My cock lay soft and spent against my thigh, the memory of cumming inside her still raw.
“It’s about time,” said a muffled voice, low and amused.
Just opening my eyes was excruciating. I saw a pair of legs step closer and then squat down in front of me. It was Megan.
“Do you realize how stupid you are?” Her red hand reached out, brushing sweat from my forehead.
I tried to talk, but it came out as one long, raspy cry. Megan put her arms under my body and effortlessly lifted me up, then dropped me onto something softer. Her tits brushed my chest again, nipples dragging fire across my skin.
“You fell off the sofa. Sleep some more if you need it,” she said, stroking my hair, her fingers gentle now.
It hurt so much that I recoiled, making her jump. “Sorry. The first passage isn’t very nice. I could have told you that if you asked to come with me. I would have said no, but you’re an idiot, and now…” Her voice drifted into nothing as I passed out, and the burning continued, mixing with the phantom feel of her cunt milking me dry.
The next time my eyes opened, the pain was more subdued. Everything ached, but that was better than what came before. I was still warm, my skin inflamed in red patches and covered in sweat. There was a blanket over me, now damp from my body heat. My dick stirred at the sight of her standing over me, tail flicking.
“Megan, ugh,” I croaked, calling out for her, throat raw.
She came running in and pushed a glass against my lips. “Drink,” she said, tilting it slowly as I chugged, water spilling down my chin onto my bare chest. “How do you feel?” Her eyes dropped to my cock, half-hard now, and she smirked.
The drink brought life back to my throat, but I still needed more. “I think I’m alive.” The words rasped out.
“You could have died jumping into my spell like that.” She set the glass down, her hand lingering on my thigh, close to my throbbing dick.
“I had to do it,” I said. “I couldn’t let you do it on your own.” My voice cracked with need.
“You’re an idiot, that’s what you are.” She squeezed my leg, fingers brushing the base of my shaft, and I groaned.
I tried to sit up, and she helped me the rest of the way when it got difficult. I tossed the blanket aside, blinking quickly as my eyes adjusted to the light in the room. My cock stood fully hard now, slick at the tip, the memory of fucking her making my balls tight.
“Where are we?” The question came out shaky.
“This is where I live.” Her voice was soft, but her gaze stayed on my erection.
“Your house?” I asked, looking around. I didn’t have the focus to really take in what I was seeing, though the scent of her arousal hung in the air.
“It’s more of an apartment.” She licked her lips, fangs glinting.
Megan was dressed, which surprised me. I had just assumed they walked around naked down here. My brain wasn’t working at full speed, but my instincts kept reminding me why I was there. “What do we do now?” I asked, shifting so my dick brushed the sheet, sending sparks through me.
“I don’t know where she is, but they must know we’re here. They will come and get us before too long. For now you can recover and clean yourself up. I have some clothes for you, and you can take a shower if you want.” Her tail curled around my ankle, the tip teasing higher.
“You have showers?” I gasped as the tail brushed my inner thigh.
“We have water. What do you think you just drank? We do have civilization and culture, you know. We try to at least, even in this hellhole. I know as much about how all this came to be as you do about your world.” Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking once, slow and firm, making me leak.
I knew about evolution and religion, though whether that explained this place was beyond me. “A shower would be nice.” My hips bucked into her fist.
Megan’s apartment was nice, if a little small. She explained that everyone had a place to live, even if this was a prison of sorts. She didn’t know the population of their little corner of the underworld, but she knew every apartment was the same and there were dozens on each floor. Her hand kept working my dick, thumb circling the head, slick with pre-cum.
“Which floor do you live on?” I asked, voice thick, close to the edge already.
Megan took me to the window. We were so high that the ground was barely visible. It was fairly dark, though a red glint shone through the streets below. “228th floor,” she said. “There’s at least a hundred floors above this, and that’s before the restricted levels.” She stroked faster, her other hand cupping my balls, and I came hard, cum spurting across her fingers in thick ropes, my whole body shuddering with the orgasm that hit in the final stretch of our desperate night.
