Sergeant Jack Greengrass, MC, DSC straightened his dress uniform in the mirror. He couldn't get his full reflection in there at once, there being no room to stand back in his tiny bedsit. Two sets of five buttons, up a red coat. Dark blue collar with the leek badge of the Welsh guards on the collar. He attached his medals, of which there were many; for long service; for his various tours of duty; and the two he had been awarded for valour.

Aye, thanks lads. Bits of tin will keep me fed and stop the nightmares. He thought.

He judged every crease crisp, every seam in place. He pulled the dark cap into place and tugged the sleeves of the jacket straight again. The startling formality of his appearance was completely at odds with the poorly appointed, but neat, slum bedsit he had been forced to exist in.

He sat on the bed and it dipped worryingly. He retrieved the wooden case and placed it on his knees. He had risked everything bringing this home from Afghanistan. Had he been caught he'd be in a military prison right now. He wondered if he'd have actually been any worse off.

He flipped the lid open and grasped the Beretta M9 that he had bought off some yank ranger that he'd met in Saudi. He had no idea why he bought it, even less so why he risked literally everything bringing it home. But now he was grateful for its imminent smooth efficiency. He took his time inspecting, and dry firing it, eventually loading it with the only clip he had for the weapon. 15 rounds. But he’d only need the one.

The nightmares had led him to drink, which had led him to gambling, to drugs and to violence. All eventually leading to the divorce courts, family access lawyers and this shit hole bedsit in a shit hole town.

He looked around making sure everything was in place. His note on the dresser on the other side of the room to make sure it stayed clean. He took a deep breath and with no more preamble he cocked the hammer and put the pistol to his head. And everything stopped.

He breathed.

His scrunched up eyes relaxed at the lack of anticipated pain. He allowed them to open fully. He was still in his shithole bedsit.

“Well, that was a bit of an anti-climax?”

The voice made him jump, the bed creaking dramatically.

“Who the fuck…? What the fuck…?” Jack scrambled to his feet and fled to the far wall of the bedsit, away from the figure that had suddenly appeared, that was leaning nonchalantly on his door.

“Sorry, have I interrupted you? Were you in the middle of something?”

The intruder was a five foot 20 year old girl with blonde pigtails and a plaid skirt that was as close to a belt as any other item of clothing, knee high white socks and a dress shirt tied in a knot under an unreasonably sized bust, almost too big for her small frame.

“When did you come in?...how did you come in?...who the fuck are you!?” he asked, increasingly exasperated with each question.

“I have been here since your monkey-brained ancestors thought it was a good idea to make a pile of stones and kneel before them,” she answered the first question, “I came in by accessing the interdimensional ether sphere that allows me access to anywhere in your meat space. Or if it's easier for you…magic!” She waved her hands to emphasise the ‘magic’. “And as you should have guessed by now, I am your own personal demon.” She smiled brightly.

“Ah right, makes sense. So I'm dead then, yeah? I didn't believe in it, but if heaven and hell existed then I thought it'd be you guys that came for me.” opined Jack.

“Not quite how it works, slim. But no, you're not dead. We're existing in the second before you pulled the trigger. Master of time and space bitch,” she gave a triumphant double fist pump.

“Well if you're a demon with the power over time and space why do you look like a 20 year old porn star?”

“That, Sergeant Jack William Cooper, is all you. You little pervert.” She opened her arms and gave a twirl that flicked up her tiny skirt, letting Jack appreciate the underside of her pert round ass. “I am appearing to you as your wildest desire, for reasons that will soon become apparent. In my true form I am an 85 foot crimson monstrosity with a tonker big enough to squash you flat like a whack-a-mole.” She added demurely. “But don't worry about that right now.”

“Look, I'm having a rough day, wanna fill me in on just what the actual fuck is going on?” Jack begged.

“Ok, Sarge,” she ripped off a parody salute, making her breasts bounce temptingly, “a man of action, I get it. Well as you should have put together by now, I have a deal for you. You are sad, you're lonely, you dreamt of fucking one last hotty before you died, but you're too fucked up to try. I will give you the best night of your life, and in return…your soul.” She raised the hem of her skirt slowly and flashed him the bald mound of her pussy.

“Seems steep.” Jack answered, eyes transfixed by the sight.

“A…Your idea of a soul is warped by goat herder logic and evangelical christians. It's a mere energy signature that will join with ours and become part of a greater whole. No consciousness, no pain, no tormenting hell-fire. And B…I don't think you fully appreciate how good this pussy is.” To emphasise her point she opened her stance and trailed one finger up and along her pink snatch. He watched as it came away wet, trailing a sticky string of her arousal. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean.

Jack’s cock became embarrassingly hard at her display. Not even the thought of being squished by monster dongs tempered his lust but…

“I really feel like this is not a great idea.” He tried.

“What's the matter baby?” She pouted, “Don't like blondes?” She shook her head and her hair transformed to a burnt red, “better? Or you don't like what I'm wearing?” A twirl and she was in black lace lingerie, her ample breasts spilling from the dainty lace bra, stockings and suspenders completing the look of pure sexuality. “I can be anyone..” She bent and flicked her head back up and she was Mrs Dennis, his old maths teacher who he had crushed on hard all through his teens. Her smile, perfect and the herald of so many teenage masterbations. “ Or, Welshman, any-thing…” in a blur she was gone and in her place stood a sheep.

“Not fucking funny.” Jack told the sheep sternly.

In an instant she was back to her original pigtailed micro skirted look, on all fours. She crawled seductively forward and he could see her bare ass cheeks move under a green plaid skirt too short to cover them. She reached his knees and pulled herself upright on his belt. “Nice uniform Sarge, really turns a girl on.”

“Girl?” Jack questioned.

“Listen I was just joshing with the whole whack-a-mole deal. You know all your heaven and hell is all wrong. Demons and angels? We're all the same. I can be a good girl…” she said, batting her eyelashes over wide blue eyes, “...or I can be a bad girl.” With the last comment she began unbuckling his uniform trousers. “So do we have a deal?”

His brain said no, but his cock demanded yes, and there was only one of those in charge now.

“Yes. Deal.” Said Jack in a whisper.

“Super.” Said the demon, hurrying faster to release his dick.

“Don't we need to sign something or something,” said Jack, suddenly nervous as the demon sought to release him.

“You're a man of your word Jack. And I'm a woman of mine. Get ready for the greatest time of your life.” She promised finally springing his cock free.

She immediately started working it gently, admiring its stiffness. It had been years since somebody other than himself had stroked his dick, and Jack closed his eyes and banged the back of his head against the wall in reflex at the sensation.

“Down here big boy” she commanded, “not gonna want to miss this.” She opened her mouth wide and extended a long bifurcated tongue that she ran wetly up his length, stopping at the top and swirling deliciously around his tip. The sight of it was almost as pleasurable as the feeling as this beautiful creature decided to wrap her lips around him and plunge her head down to his base. The tightness of her throat around his dick was electric. Jack grasped a pigtail in each hand and gently rocked his hips, fucking her face. She nodded encouragingly so he increased his speed. This bitch doesn't need to come up for air he thought. He unbuttoned his tunic, shrugging out of the jacket awkwardly. She noticed him struggle, looking up with her mouth still full of his hard cock, clicked her fingers and he was naked.

He wallowed in the pleasure her throat gave him until, eventually, she let him go with a slurp and a wicked smile. “Off to a good start Sarge?” She asked with a pout. Without waiting for an answer she once again greedily mouth fucked his cock, pulling away occasionally so he could watch her forked tongue twist and coil around him. She worked her mouth up and down, base to tip, in a wash of saliva, making noises of hungry satisfaction.

“ Fuck, I'm…I'm cumming…” Jack declared.

“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head. One arm slid up his torso stopping on his chest. She lifted him with the palm of her hand. He was weightless in her control. His feet dangling in mid air she pushed him against the wall. His arms flung out either side, and he hung suspended there, crucifiction style.

“Really?” Jack asked.

She just giggled in response. A wave of her arm and the furniture, such as it was, disappeared. The weak sunlight that had lit the room was replaced by warm down lights illuminating an otherwise dark space. Lit from above his musculature cast flattering shadows down his torso as she slowly traced a finger down his body leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. Her knees flew apart and she dropped to her haunches, suddenly bringing his cock in proximity of her mouth. She opened her lips and let them brush agonisingly close to his straining dick before slowly standing again. A beat played in his head, a sensual drum of seduction that synced to her movements. She took a few steps away from him, letting her skirt ride high exposing the under curve of her ass to him again. She spun, rocking her hips in time to the beat and she pulled slowly at the knot of her shirt. It came away easily and exposed her natural heavy breasts. The curves and gentle shake threatened to overload his brain with lust. He pulled ineffectively at his unseen restraints, instinctively trying to reach her. She smiled knowingly and twirled in place, pulling the skirt all the way to ride on her hips, exposing fully her firm round ass. The shirt dropped first to her elbows, then slid off her arms and onto the floor. The ripples of her shoulders, the ridges of her back muscles, were seductive in the warm light, and when she turned back her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples to hot points. She lifted her arms over her head and let her body weave to the beat, never breaking eye contact with Jack. Her breasts moving from side to side, her hips rolling in a display of pure sexuality Jack had never before seen. Once more turning away she folded herself over, bending at the waist and displaying for him everything that his wicked imagination had ever sought. She smacked her ass hard, the crack reverberating around the space. Her hands dropped to the top of her knee high socks and slid gracefully up the back of her thighs stopping under each buttock so she could gently tease them apart, driving more overwhelmingly lustful thoughts through Jack's brain. A finger again parted her lips, sinking inside her, this time sliding out and upwards, teasing circles around her asshole. She let her finger open her up tantalisingly, before slapping her ass hard again then arching upright and returning to face him once more. The rhythm of her strides towards him brought utterances of uncontrollable list from his mouth as he begged her to fuck him.

She gripped his cock as hard as she could, finding she could barely dent his hardness.

She pressed herself flat against him and looked up into his eyes, a look of unashamed sluttyness across her face. Millennia old, but she was enjoying herself. Her hands traced the shape of him, up his thighs, his groin, abs and chest. She took his face in her hands and, pulling his head down, kissed his mouth, slipping her tongue into his. A click of her fingers and an ornate backless stool appeared in the centre of the bare room. She sat on it and spread her legs open, delving into herself again, giving him a show of her pleasure. Jack almost screamed in frustration. She laughed.

“Fine, Jacky boy. Come and get me.”

She released him and his feet hit the floor. He made his way toward her and she opened her legs wider in welcome. Jack stood before he r and she took his cock into her mouth once, pulling it out and spitting a string of spit over it.

“Put this big dick in me Sarge, fuck my little pussy.”

Her arms fell backward and supported her from the floor as he lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. He immediately pushed his cock unthinkingly into her, plunging into her depths.

She moaned the arrival of every inch as his cock stretched her pussy. She was surprised at her own pleasure as he filled her up. In ‘her’ centuries visiting earth, never had she been this before. She was created wholly from his erotic imagination, and she liked it.

By now he was thrusting madly, hands roaming her body freely, squeezing and caressing every part of her.

“God..fuck…I'm gonna…” he cried.

She was gone, he stumbled forward, his momentum bending himself over the stool. She was behind him, reaching around and gripping his balls in a vice grip. “Not until I say.” She whispered in his ear. She started masterbating him. “You'll cum when I tell you, and where I tell you, got it?” He nodded. “Good, now sit.”

Jack turned and sat on the velvet cushioned stool. The demon turned her back on him, arms up, hands scrunched in handfuls of hair, she dipped each knee in turn writhing her body like a serpent. She stepped backwards between his open legs and lowered herself, still gyrating slowly onto his Cock, pressing herself down, impaling herself on him. Deep inside her now, she continued to grind her hips into him. Jack threw his arms around her, one circling her taut midriff, the other between her breasts and up around her throat.

He bounced her on his lap, biting the back of her neck to stop himself screaming his passion.

She stood up and turned around, immediately sitting on his cock once more.

They were beyond words now and she straddled him, his cock inside her, her arms clasped behind his head. She fucked him like the demon that she was.

“This time baby..this time.” She promised. She felt a heat spread from her belly, and her cheeks flush. She opened her eyes wide at this unexpected feeling. Fuck. The sensation overcame her. She flushed across her chest and up her neck as her body bucked spasmodically and her pussy flooded with warmth. She was fucking cumming.

“You bastard…you fucking bastard, I'm cumming.” She accused him. She grabbed his face with one hand but was unable to raise her head as the orgasm trembled through her.

She felt the first twitch of his cock as his own orgasm built so she immediately dropped to her knees. Her mouth covered his tip as the first hot jet of cum blew over her tongue, she took him down to his base and let another jet shoot straight down her throat, letting him loose and opening her mouth so he could see shots cover her lips and face. He hadn't yet made a noise. He was tensed, the veins in his neck proud and strained. The howl started from his chest and erupted as a primal scream as more strings of his cum continued to cover her face. She squeezed and milked every drop from him. She stood and left him trembling, shaking from spent energy. He managed to meet her eyes, and watched her scoop some of his cum with one finger and write quickly in the air, leaving a sparkler trail of his name. Deal done. Fate sealed.

In a swirl the room returned to its previous state, Jack finding himself still naked but back in the spot he's started from on the creaking bed. She handed him his gun. “Care to come with me, Jack?” She asked.

He placed the gun down.

“You promised me the best night of my life. Way I see it, I have a lot of life left to try and top it?”

She smiles at his slight trickery. She was thousands of years old. She had patience.

“Good luck Sarge.” She winked and left him in a glow that wouldn't fade easily.