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The following is a sexy short story involving beautiful women and sexy demons. With Halloween just a few weeks away, I thought I’d get everyone in the spirit with a little supernatural sex appeal. Enjoy!

In every involving demons, devils, angels, and saints, there was a common theme. Anyone who dared make a deal with them often paid a high price. It didn’t always involve their soul, either. The moral of those stories was clear. Do things the “right” way and the right people got rewarded. Do things in a selfish, short-sighted way only led to loss and misery.

There was just one glaring problem with those stories.

They only ever told stories with a certain outcome, namely the one that helped ignorant idealists idealist sleep better at night.

Delilah Davidson had heard all those stories too. Growing up in a small, conservative town full of uptight, traditional people, she knew most of them by heart. Nobody ever questioned them. Everyone just assumed they were simple, right, and true. Then, she dared to defy every one of those stories when she made a deal with a demon…a real, non-metaphorical, full-fledged demon.

“I’m willing to pay that price. I’m willing to take that chance.”

Those were Delilah’s exact words when she made that fateful decision years ago. She told them to the reflection of her 17-year-old self that appeared in a dirty mirror at a cheap motel. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but she still remembered that day vividly.

It was the day she and her inept, deadbeat mother got kicked out of their apartment a week before her high school graduation.

It was also the day that a demon named Sephiron appeared to her with an offer.

On that day, Delilah learned two important lessons. Firstly, demons were real. That much, the stories got right. Secondly, the narrative surrounding demons, angels, and every mythical creature in between was far more complicated than anyone realized.

“Tonight’s the night, Delilah…our favorite night of the year,” his demonic voice echoed, just as the clock struck midnight.

“Halloween,” Delilah said with a wide grin. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I know you have. And, once again, it’ll be worth the wait!”

“It always is, Sephiron. It always is.”

Just as she had years ago, Delilah said that to her reflection in a mirror. Unlike that fateful day, the mirror was within a spacious bathroom in her luxurious penthouse in the heart of a city known for bloated real estate prices. The woman in that reflection was different to, but in a far more profound way.

Having just gotten out of the shower, she gazed at the voluptuous figure that had graced magazine covers and ad campaigns. It was a far cry from the painfully average, unremarkable girl who once got laughed off the cheerleading squad when someone found out she’d stuffed her bra water balloons. Those same people who once laughed later gasped when they watched her leave her hometown, become a professional model, and start her own advertising company.

To date, she had a nine-figure net worth. She’d been romantically linked to celebrities, influential politicians, and even royalty. Her penthouse was over five times larger than the two-room shack she’d grown up in with her mother. Most nights, it was the sight of luxurious lounging or decadent parties.

Tonight was different. On this night, Halloween, she’d canceled every engagement, personal or otherwise. She’d locked her doors, blacked out her windows, and informed her security detail to not bother her for the next 24 hours. She had an eventful night ahead of her.

“You know the drill, my dear,” said Sephiron, his voice echoing throughout her spacious bathroom. “Lose the towel. You won’t be needing it or any other attire for the rest of the night.”

“I wasn’t planning on wearing anything to begin with,” she replied with a laugh.

With little hesitation, she let her towel drop to the floor, exposing her naked body to the mirror. Even though she only saw her reflection, she could sense Sephiron’s eyes on her. From her ample breasts, curvy hips, and flawless skin, her body had been admired by many. However, only Sephiron could admire just how far she’d come.

It was no secret to anyone who’d known her. Delilah went from being an unattractive nobody to a stunning, successful women with a reputation for dominating everyone in a room. She could wear a cheap dress to a wedding and still be more attractive than the bride. She had the looks, skills, and personality that could entice anyone in an instant. From attractive men who wanted to sleep with her to shallow women who wanted to be like her, she dominated them all.

None of those feats would’ve been possible without Sephiron. He – and this particular demon was, indeed, a man – used forces beyond nature to change her fortunes. In terms of looks, she became a “late bloomer” to the greatest extent possible. People went from ignoring her to being hopelessly drawn to her. Delilah eagerly took advantage of those looks and the attention it got her.

She seduced, indulged, schemed, and manipulated her way to success. Sephiron gave her the tools. She used them to the utmost. However, as was often the case, they came at a price. It just so happened that she paid that price every Halloween.

“Come, Delilah. Join me in the bedroom,” said Sephiron.

“I’m coming, my darling,” said Delilah, already getting aroused by that deep, demonic voice.

Leaving the towel, her clothes, and her usual domineering poise behind, the attractive woman who once only dreamed of such an opulent lifestyle exited her private bathroom. Upon entering the master bedroom, she saw an imposing, inhuman figure lying on her bed. For some, he was the stuff of nightmares. For a select few, he was the source of many sexy dreams.

“Sephiron,” Delilah said, her words echoing with lustful awe, “it’s been a long, agonizing wait.”

“Speak for yourself, my lovely host,” the figure said. “Some run from, resist, or resent this part of their deal with a demon. But you’re different.”

“That’s because I don’t just accept it. I embrace it.”

Without fear, dread, or trepidation, she made her way to the bed. Every step brought the demonic features of the figure into view. His appearance, his presence, and his gaze would’ve terrified a lesser soul. It only emboldened hers.

Sephiron’s features was fairly typical for a demon, according to him. He had dark red skin, matching red eyes, pearly white teeth, and jet-black hair. His physique was also distinctly masculine, bearing a tall, toned, well-muscled body that looked like it had been chiseled from stone. While he didn’t have a tail, like the devil creatures of lore, he did have horn-like structures on his forehead. However, that was far from his most notable feature.

“I can see you’re already in the Halloween spirit,” Delilah said, her gaze narrowing on his lower body.

“Demons are always excited this time of year,” he said with a devious grin. “Some are just more overt about it than others.”

“Overt, indeed,” she said.

It was another aspect of demon physiology that rarely made it into morality fables for children. Demon like Sephiron were exceptionally endowed. They had long, thick penises that functioned on a level that wannabe studs could only dream of. They knew how to use them too. Delilah knew that better than most.

Demons were creatures born of and driven by fleshly desires. They were hedonism incarnate. They could leave a moral soul overwhelmed or astonished, depending on the nature of their dealings. That nature had complexities that rarely found their way into common notions about demons. Delilah understood them better than most. Sephiron knew that. He even seemed to appreciate it.

“Come,” he said, extending his hand, “join me on this bed.”

“I graciously accept your invitation, my lord,” Delilah replied.

It was a critical formality for human/demon dealings. Upon arriving at her bed, she accepted Sephiron’s open offer. She took his hand and got into bed with him. His touch was hot. His presence was so powerful. The creature exercised that leverage fully, wrapping her in his powerful arms and greedily groping her naked flesh.

“Mmm…mortal, female flesh,” Sephiron said, his every word seething with lust. “It’s every demon’s favorite treat.”

“I am your host. I give it to you willingly, my lord,” said Delilah without fear or hesitation.

“Spoken like a true whore…an honest, genuine, self-aware whore.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Trust me, my darling host. It’s not. Even the noblest angels in Heaven would agree!”

The creature laughed before tightening his hold on her, drawing her into the center of the bed and raking his demonic figures over her body. He also began tasting her flesh, kissing down her neck and nibbling around her naked skin. His touch sent hot shivers coursing through her body, triggering an arousal like no other.

“Oh my Lord…my dark, demonic Lord,” she gasped. “Take me!”

Her vocal proclamation helped unleash more ravenous lust from the creature. He laid her down on the bed, hovered over her with his domineering form, and attacked her voluptuous body with his hands and lips. Delilah offered no resistance. She just laid there in total submission, a far cry from the domineering personality she usually exercised in intimate moments.

“Yes, my Lord. I submit. I freely…openly…submit to you,” she said, moaning in delight at Sephiron’s hungry touch.

He stepped up his efforts, squeezing her breasts and biting around her neck. More hot sensations followed, sending her deeper into a state of pure lust. Beyond making her extremely horny, her words affirmed the most important component of any deal.

Like all demonic creatures, Sephiron couldn’t force a host to submit to him. It had to be given willingly. He and his kind called it the Great Exchange. It was meant to ensure balance between the world of mortal humans and that of supernatural beings. Forcing it caused disruptions on both ends, regardless of how noble or selfish the deal might have been.

Delilah’s deal was simple, compared to most. Sephiron helped her get what she wanted. He made her aware of the price she had to pay and the associated consequences. She willingly agreed to all of it. Halloween, fittingly enough, was the night the Great Exchange was once again balanced.

After doing plenty to make her wet and horny, Sephiron abruptly ceased his foreplay. He continued hovering over her, the dim lighting of candles and shaded lamps casting him in an unholy aura. She remained flat on her back, looking up at him in a mix of awe and desire.

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you, as any responsible demon should,” he said while hungrily caressing her face.

“I’m sure you have,” said Delilah.

“You’ve been as deviant as ever,” he told her. “You’ve been exceedingly ruthless in the board room, cutting deals and crushing competition. You made a few enemies, but you also added another 20 million dollars to your personal fortune.”

“More like 22.6 million, but close enough,” she quipped.

“You’ve even more deviant in the bedroom,” Sephiron continued while fondling her breast. “You broke up with that athlete who wanted to marry you. You slept with the nephew of a rival consulting firm, who happened to be engaged. You took part in a three-way involving a former business partner and his wife. You even organized a sex party in a hotel at your last convention…one that included strippers, drugs, and enough debauchery to make a demon blush.”

“You forgot the best part. It took place on the same floor that lawyers from a rival company were staying at. We made sure they didn’t get a wink of sleep and woke up fuming with envy!”

Sephiron laughed, his demonic voice making the walls and blacked out windows tremble. Now leering over her with one hand on her breast and the other on her face, he gazed upon her with a unique kind of admiration…one most wouldn’t expect of a demon.

“You’re such a naughty woman,” he said.

“That, I am,” she affirmed.

“Naughty, but not bad…cunning, but not cut-throat…selfish, but not cruel.”

“You say that like it makes you horny…really, really horny,” said Delilah in a seductive tone.

“Oh, you know how much it turns me on. You know damn well how much demons and angels alike treasure such balance. You know what you want. You know what you’re willing to sacrifice to get it. Tonight, the night of All Hallows’ Eve, I take what you willingly give. I do my part to maintain the balance, as you have done yours.”

As he said those ominous words, the large hunk of man-flesh hanging between his legs became hard and erect. It did so with an efficiency that defied all traditional notions of male biology. Even the most endowed of men would’ve been envious while any woman with a healthy sex drive would’ve gasped at the prospect of having such a penis inside her.

Delilah licked her lips in anticipation, her inner thighs already hot with arousal. She’d gone an entire year, not knowing that demonic endowment. No matter how much debauchery she engaged in or how many men she slept with, none came close to captivating her lurid desires as much as this imposing demon. It was part of the price she’d paid for everything she’d gained and one that helped make Halloween her favorite holiday.

“Now, my sweet, decadent host. I shall ravage you in the name of the Great Exchange!” Sephiron proclaimed.

With that booming voice, echoing with burning lust and divine authority, Sephiron grabbed her legs and pushed them apart. Then, his every breath seething with fleshly hunger, he laid on top of her, aligning his throbbing demon dick with her pussy in the process. Finally, he thrust his hips forward, driving his manly flesh into her. The exchange had officially begun.

“Oohhh yes!” the decadent woman cried out. “Ravage me, my wonderful host! Ravage me!”

The air grew hot.

The lights flickered.

The room shook.

It was really happening. A powerful, lust-filled demon was having sex with her on Halloween. He was not gentle or tender with his lusts, either. Demons weren’t known for loving sentiments during sex. They fucked their hosts and they fucked them hard.

Sephiron fucked harder than most, or so he claimed. He held her legs further apart, pushing the limits of her feminine flexibility. He was so forceful with every movement, pumping his large cock within the throbbing folds of her womanhood. It filled her to the utmost, snaking and slithering within her depths, stimulating parts of her body that no man could. Intense surges of hot sensations coursed through her body. They were so intense that Delilah writhed erratically under the demon’s leer, clutching the sheets of bed as she took in every sensation.

The only way to process it was to submit complete to this powerful creature. Compared to how Delilah usually approached sex, it was an utter role reversal. Most men, even those exceptionally confident and endowed, could rarely resist her seductive charms. It was part of the exchange she’d received from Sephiron. In addition to great beauty and material success, she could entice any desired lover. While that made for abundant lovers and ample sex, she always ended up having to play the dominant role.

With Sephiron, she was the one dominated. Mortal men might not have been able to resist her beauty, but a demon had no such vulnerabilities. In Sephiron’s presence, she became a slave to her decadent desires, drunk on lust and unable to resist. It was such an unfamiliar predicament, but that was part of what made it so exhilarating.

“Yes! Yesss!” Sephiron hissed. “Take it, my beautiful host! Take it!”

The beautiful, powerful woman could only moan submissively under the creatures ravenous fucking. She descended deeper into a state of maddened lust. As Sephiron humped harder, he leaned in and tasted her naked flesh, drawing her into hungry kisses that further affirmed his dominance over her.

To those unprepared for such a feeling, it might have been terrifying. It certainly had been the first time she experienced such an exchange. Being ravaged by a demon often blurred the line between pain and pleasure, but the result was always the same. The sex was truly – and ironically – divine in terms of its impact.

“Ooh fucking hell!” Delilah exclaimed. “I’m coming! I’m already…coming…ahhhh!”

“That’s it, my host. Embrace it!” Sephiron seethed. “Embrace the unholy pleasure!”

Her mind, body, and spirit entered a special domain as her climax drew near. It happened faster than most women thought possible. Then again, most women didn’t know the sexual prowess of a demon like Sephiron.

He sensed it coming too. His grin widened and his eyes flashed bright red. He worked his hips harder, causing the whole bed to rock as he penetrated deep. When it hit, it was akin to being possessed by a powerful force, one born of raw pleasure and primal desire.

“Ohhhhhh hell yes!” she cried out.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her back arched and her toes curled.

Her inner muscles throbbed and contorted as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

It didn’t just leave her in a state of ecstasy. It effectively completed Sephiron’s dominance on her. It reminded her that, as part of their exchange, she could only experience such pleasure through him. Doing so meant complete submission for one night after domination on every other day of the year. Even after Sephiron released his hold on her thighs, she remained in that submissive state.

“You feel that? That’s what you can never feel,” he said right into her ear. “Only through me…through the Great Exchange…can you know the ecstasy of pure submission.”

Delilah replied only with a slurred gasp. She was so dazed by her release that she could hardly move, act, or think straight. It was a feeling she could never achieve with other lovers, no matter how much she indulged. It was part of the price she’d paid for all the benefits she’d enjoyed, but she wasn’t done paying it yet.

As the creature’s lurid words echoed within her mind, he resumed the hard fucking. He didn’t have to hold her legs apart, this time. He just hitched them over his shoulders, grabbed her by the wrists, and pinned her arms up over her head. Then, his eyes still glowing bright red, he locked his gaze with hers and made a hard push for another form of ecstasy.

“Accept your submission…as I fill you with my demon seed!” he proclaimed.

Harder and faster, Sephiron pumped his dick inside her still-throbbing pussy. She could feel it slithering and probing her, as though it had a mind of its own. She knew what was coming. She could only do so much to brace herself. Once again, she submitted to the feeling that followed.

“By the hottest hellfire…yesssss!” Sephiron exclaimed.

His demonic muscles tensed and he delivered one last thrust, filling her depths to the utmost. Then, he released into her a load of demon-laced cum. It filled her insides with a force that she felt in the depths of her soul, putting her in a state that defied words and feelings.

She’d been warned about it, even before she agreed to the deal. When a mortal woman fucked a male demon, there were fluids involved. Sephiron told her outright that while demons couldn’t impregnant mortal women, contrary to popular lore, it often had intoxicating effects. He described it as a drug that no earthly substance could hope to match. It didn’t just incur more pleasure. It put women like her into a unique state that blurred the lines between the real world and the spiritual world.

Upon feeling that substance inside her womb, Delilah’s head started spinning and her perceptions became skewed. All around her, the scenery of her upscale condominium disappeared. In its place, walls of hellfire and hellish landscapes appeared before her. The only relic of her world that remained was the bed. It was like Sephiron had just taken her to Hell so he could continue ravaging her in his own domain.

“Oh hell…” Delilah moaned through her dazed state.

“Indeed, my host. Indeed,” he said to her.

She barely had time to recover before the hulking creature kissed her, forcing his snake-like tongue into her mouth. It didn’t just silence her from further musings. It reminded her that the exchange was far from over.

Unlike most men, even those with exceptional stamina, demons didn’t stop at shooting a single load. They didn’t have a refractory period either. Their dicks stayed hard for as long as they desired and demons were known for having immense desires. Without such limits, Sephiron could fuck her as much as necessary to achieve the proper balance. Given all the benefit he’d given her, there was plenty to balance out.

“Not everyone can handle it. Even fewer can embrace it,” Sephiron told her, briefly ceasing the kissing so she could get some much-needed air. “That’s what make you special Delilah Davidson. That’s also what makes our deal more productive than most!”

Again, she couldn’t respond with words in such a deep daze. However, she still offered him a lurid smile the likes of which only a demon could appreciate. He responded with a grin of his own, the prospect of maintaining the balance seeming less laborious than it should’ve been.

From that moment forward, little more was said. Actions of a very decadent kind did all the talking. Now both intoxicated and still overwhelmed by desire, Delilah submitted herself to more demon-fueled ravaging. It was part of the exchange and Sephiron was always motivated to re-establish that balance.

Armed with that dominance, alongside her submission, the divine sex resumed. Sephiron lifted her up in his arms, turned her over, and laid her flat on her stomach before re-entering her from behind. While pressing her face against the bed while she still clung to the sheets, he humped her with the same vigor as before. When she came again, her orgasmic cries were muffled by the sheets. From that point forward, her world became a steady succession of ravenous sex and intense orgasms.

Sephiron took full advantage of her dazed state, fucking her in multiple positions at multiple angles. Her did her doggy style while pulling her hair and biting around her ear. He laid her on her side and did her at an angle that once again pushed the limits of her flexibility. He even held her up in his arms and bounced her up and down his hulking cock, holding her chin and making her look in his glowing eyes as she climaxed again.

“Again! Come again, my lovely host!” Sephiron said, as if to will her orgasms into existence.

She responded with more orgasmic cries, which prompted more heated ravaging. He didn’t let up. He was a demon. His lust could not be sated like a typical man.

That meant he didn’t just restrict himself to fucking her pussy. At one point, he tested her oral sex skills, pushing her head between his legs and shoving his cock into her mouth. He tested her ability to deep-throat a big cock, straining her jaw muscles and making her ingest his demon cum, which further intensified the drug-like effects.

While still gagging from her oral skills, he turned her on her side and entered her anally. That triggered a fresh round of sensations that blurred the line between pleasure and pain. At that point, Delilah was completely lost in this hellish domain of heavenly bliss.

“Oohhh yes!” she cried out, as if to let Heaven and Hell know what she wanted.

Before long, sexual fluids from her and her demon lover were seeping from every orifice. Sephiron made it a point to leave no inch of her naked skin untouched, untasted, or unstimulated. His stamina, flexibility, and sheer capability ensured he do it in ways that no man could hope to match.

To those who didn’t take the Great Exchange seriously, it might have been torture. For her, a woman who freely chose this deal, accepting the costs and responsibilities with it, the experience was something else entirely. Just as Sephiron took great satisfaction in maintaining the balance, she took just as much satisfaction in sharing it with him.

“The balance…is once again restored,” he whispered into her ear after yet another orgasm.

In her dazed, intoxicated state, it was difficult to surmise how long Sephiron ravaged her or how many orgasms they’d experienced. Being covered in sweat and various sexual fluids indicated it had been quite a while.

It only ended when Sephiron ceased his humping, cupped her face again, and kissed her one last time in a way not driven by lust or hunger. At that same moment, his eyes shifted from bright red to light blue, as if to signal that some sort of threshold had finally been met.

“Delilah Davidson, my host,” he said to her, “our exchange is once again complete.”

“Mmm…complete indeed,” she said with a satisfied grin.

“I’m also inclined to remind you of the price you’ve paid,” he told her. “By giving yourself to me once a year, you ensure that you can never be satisfied by a mortal lover. You can love, lust, and connect. But only through me…a demon, not of this world…can you be satisfied.”

After what Sephiron had just done to her, Delilah didn’t need convincing that demon sex was hotter than anything she could get from men or women. However, it was also part of the price she paid to get what she wanted.

She could indulge in her success, using her beauty and dominance to get all the sex, comforts, and luxuries she wanted. They might make her feel good. They might even make her feel fulfilled to some extent. However, they could never satisfy her. Only Sephiron could do that and she could only enjoy that feeling once a year on Halloween.

It was not an easy price to pay. At times, it was frustrating. Despite those issues, Delilah had no regrets. Most who made deals with demons and respected the Great Exchange felt that too. She liked to think she respected it more than most.

“I gladly pay that price…my dear host,” she said to him. “Thank you…for making doing your part.”

“And I shall continue to do so, for as long as the balance is kept,” Sephiron replied.

In a gesture that seemed unbefitting of a demon, Sephiron smiled affectionately. With the exchange complete, he withdrew his member from her. More fluids spilled out from her inner thighs, but she didn’t mind. Chances were she’d be sore tomorrow. She didn’t mind that, either. She made that clear to Sephiron, smiling back and kissing his forehead, as if to thank him for his reminder.

The intoxicating effects from his demon cum quickly wore off. The flaming hellscape that had manifested around them faded. She found herself back in the master bedroom of her condo, as though she’d never left. Sephiron told her that the effects of demon fluids were intense, but they rarely lasted. That was probably for the best. Something that intense had to be limited in order to maintain that precious balance.

The experience complete, the imposing creature laid her naked, disheveled body down on the bed. Her hair was a mess. There were scratch and bite-marks all over her body. The same woman that dominated her way to wealth, success, and indulgence looked like she’d been ravaged. Such a sight seemed to satisfy Sephiron almost as much as the sex they’d just had.

As she lay on the bed, he levitated above her, his body starting to fade in a reddish mist. Even in her drained state, she kept smiling as she looked up at her demon lover. She got what she wanted from him. He got what he wanted from her. They both got what they wanted with their arrangement. From Heaven to Hell, through angels and demons, it was a truly fitting exchange.

“Another year has come and gone. You continue to uphold the balance,” Sephiron said as he faded before her eyes. “I hope you understand how special that makes you.”

“I can’t claim…to understand,” said Delilah. “All I know is…you keep reminding me.”