Marplot

The next time I came slipping silently into Thomas Niles' bedroom just after midnight, he was lying in wait for me with half a hard on and a wistful smile on his lips. It doesn't take much to get humans addicted to sex. They are suckers for a little bit of physical affection.

He blinked and looked a little startled when he suddenly realized I had been standing there gazing at him with an expression of longing on my face. The expression is occupational. You can't work in the Lust Department of the Infernal Revolution Service unless you have a genuine yen for a lot of frequent indiscriminate sex.

He jacked himself up on his elbows. Obviously he was quite wide- awake, so I let my appearance stay a little misty, soft focussed around the edges. The idea was for him to conclude that he had to be dreaming. Otherwise he might abruptly presume that I was a cat burglar and I could get the clock radio from on top of the nightstand heaved at me. I let my eyes gleam out towards his cock, which stiffened up like a flag-pole in the two seconds he had known I was there.

His mouth opened. It was a question that remained unsaid. I advanced, letting the dresser behind me be visible in its own soft focus form, through my backbone darkly. I stepped forward spreading my hands beseechingly. His need still filled the air with its warmth. It was like walking down into a pool of water the temperature of human heat.

He reached towards me wonderingly. We met hands. He participated in his own debauchery without reluctance. He drew me towards him and I folded over him. In a moment we were kissing and his arms began roving over me.

"You are so perfect... So handsome." He breathed. "Like an angel..."

There it was again, the second time he'd likened me to an angel. I guess it wasn't too much of a surprise. After all, I am closely related to them, in much the way you resemble your first cousins. I just used my lips to interrupt his words with kisses.

I won't get into the romantic jazz. It was kiss, kiss, snuzzle, stroke, moan, sigh, fondle. It was two hard cocks throbbing with the need for release, the sweat smell of a man, the taste of salt, the scent of his balls. It was Thomas trying to push his ass against my exploring fingers, the texture of hair and skin in my lips and him thrusting hard towards my face trying to pull my mouth down onto his cock again. He really liked me sliding my spit-wet fingers into his crack. It made him pant and made him wild to get my mouth on his prick.

"Suck me again. Please. Do it. Please." Urged Thomas.

This time I played for higher stakes, not just to hear him begging. "Let me lick your asshole first." I demanded.

"Yeah!" He opened his legs wide and then almost as swiftly as they had opened and just before I could get my tongue in where it would taste most of masculine sweat and scent, he closed me out.

I was taken aback. All his physical movements had been accepting, had been demanding more. It surprised me that he would suddenly change his mind and reveal a scruple. "Wait." He panted. "No, wait."

The poor little bugger still couldn't admit to himself that he was a faggot. Suddenly his over loaded mind had caught up and he had realized that it was a man's tongue on its way down to probe him in that dirtiest of intimacies.

"Safe sex." He moaned. "We gotta use a dental dam, something... Can't let you do that unless we do something to protect you!"

Okay, so he wasn't having a last ditch gender-attraction scruple after all. He rolled half-over and caught side of me with my face half-way into his butt and my tongue sticking out hungrily and a imbecilic needy expression on my face. My eyes were bulging with frustration and longing. But I must have looked at least as erotic as I looked dumb. When he caught my shoulder his gaze was hungry and tender. "Don't do it, Fellah. We gotta get protection first."

This was not in the script. All I wanted to do right that moment was slip his bum the tongue. Frustration racked me. "It'll be okay." I assured him. "It's alright." I stared kissing the inside of his thigh to convince him to let me drag my mouth closer. His back arched with pure pleasure and he shuddered.

"Nope." Thomas Niles moaned. "Gotta practice safe sex. It's a rule."

I kept kissing. I knew enough not to argue using words. I laid my flickering tongue wandering to the surface of his balls, playing up to the warm creases, circling teasing and seeking. He blew out like a draught horse. "Uh..!" He groaned. I worked around and around closer, never quite on his cock, never quite down into his crack.

"Oh, Sweet Jesus! So good!" He blurted. My ears burned with his foul language. In a depraved kind of way even that turned me on, because it was a mark of how turned on he was. In another moment I let my tongue slip down in there.

His fingers pawed at my hair helplessly while his pelvic thrusts pushed his ass towards me. "No don't! Oh... Oh..."

I did it without his permission. I sent my tongue probing and tormenting his ass and closed my hand around his cock. I squeezed and began jerking him. His eyes were wild and his pelvic motions were out of his control. "Oh, Sweet Jesus. You do that so good. You mustn't. But, oh my Jesus, I don't want you to stop."

That wasn't as good as having him beg me to do it, but that admission was good enough. I switched hand and mouth. I used one wet finger to tantalize his asshole and my lips on his cock again. He cried out raggedly when I enveloped him in the wet heat of my mouth. I fed on him with unrestrained hunger. I ate his cock ravenously, taking it down my throat all the way. My tongue swirled up and down squeezing. His balls tightened right up under my chin until they were tightly contracted into firm wrinkles. I felt the shudder move the bed as he came.

Once more his thick white cum jetted up out of his cock and pumped into my mouth. And once more I used that handy little cantrip and put it back into his balls. He fell back sweat exhausted, quivering with the aftershocks, eyelids collapsing. The salt nectar taste vanished from my mouth. He went limp. I let my body slip away slowly into etherial form. He looked so gorgeous afterwards, sprawled out in post orgasmic coma. I lingered for a long moment as I melted into nothingness so that I could look down and see him.

But he opened his eyes again in the dark room and forced himself to sit up, just a moment after I turned invisible.

"Where did you go?" Thomas Niles said plaintively. "You're so beautiful. Where did you vanish to?"

I popped back through the wall into his boot cupboard again. He thought I was beautiful? Oh man, just the faint curving smile on that mouth of his when he saw me had been enough to make me hard. And when his belly muscles had contracted at the moment when he shot and his voice had grown hoarse...! I grabbed my cock two handed. My knees were wedged up against his cupboard wall. Less than half a dozen strokes brought me off, even before the imprinted heat from contract with his compelling adorable human flesh had faded from my skin.

Doris wasn't at her desk when I came down to see here two days later. I still hadn't completed my assignment, so she wasn't expecting me, of course. There was no reason she would be at her desk. The inmates, not the staff, wear the chains. I stood there bewildered for a moment. What with three headed dogs and rivers of death and all that, it's not like the gates of Hell require any more guardians. I was still surprised to find Hell lacking a receptionist.

I only stood there a few seconds, before Doris came hurrying back to the outer office. For an instant the door opened and I heard the endless wailing of the human souls being tortured, and I caught a glimpse of the yellow glare of the flames flickering on the wall. Then she had shut the door and she hastily waddled back to her desk.

I sniffed the air incredulously. "What's that?" I said.

"Brimstone?" she asked.

"No..." I said doubtfully. I certainly wasn't smelling brimstone. "Cookies! I can smell fresh baked cookies!" I exclaimed.

"Oh!" said Doris. "It's a new torment we've dreamed up. You know, like we did with old Tantalus. Starve them for a thousand years and then taunt them with the food they want the most. We just baked up a batch so we could wave it under their noses and not let them have any. And it's a staff perk too, though I shouldn't say so. Since we make the cookies fresh baked everyday, we just steal them and eat them ourselves. Robbery and greed, you know. It's quite appropriate."

I sniffed again. Fresh baked cookies, now that was a new one. But I turned to my excuse for being there in her office so soon again. "I brought you the software, I promised." I said to Doris. "Only thing is, I'm not too sure of the specs. You might need to upgrade your RAM or something to run it." I laid the box on her desk. The picture on the Office 99 box showed a smiling woman. Doris picked it up and considered it. She frowned as she read the details. "Easy to install? Simple tutorials? 24 hour customer services? I don't know, Marplot."

"I think those are lies." I said. "And it's a pirate copy. I swiped it so there's no customer service. You can't get customer service for software that's unregistered."

"Oh, alright then." She was reassured. She looked back up at me. "So how's the seduction business going?"

"Okay, I guess." I said slowly. "It's not what it used to be up on earth, you know."

"Tell me about it." Doris agreed. "Everything is changing. Kakodaemonus was just in here this morning. Spent six weeks tempting a man into anger. Finally he got his man to slug a car salesman and what happened? They didn't toss him into jail. The judge signed him up for a nine-week course in anger management. The guy is starting over and now Kakodaemonus has to start over too."

I winced. "Anger management courses? Anger is a character flaw. It's a sin, not merely something you can train a human out of. Whatever will they think of next?"

"I hate to think." She said.

I heaved a deep sigh. Ostensibly I had come to give Doris the software, but really I had come to unburden myself. A good scolding for being inefficient and lazy, that was what I needed. "My guy," I said. "He's got no scruples. He's game for the sick perverted sex, no problem. He likes the idea of oral. He likes the idea of anal. I don't think he'd even kick if I suggested we use sex toys."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He won't do it without a condom."

"I thought it was just what we want when they think sex is dirty and disgusting and they find some way to do it anyway." She asked. "The condoms are a problem?"

"They are when he's wearing them for my protection." I said glumly.

"That is bad." She said quietly.

I sat down in the spike-seated chair that faced her desk and covered my face with my hands. "You know what happened tonight? You wouldn't believe it. The guy didn't want to let me blow him, until he made sure I came first. He said it was only fair that I came first." I groaned. "Because he came first the last two times. You don't know the trouble I had talking him out of that one. Doris, the guy asked me what I liked to do. I had to tell him the only thing I wanted was to blow him before he'd let me overpower his will."

"Maybe it could be a power and control issue." She suggested uncertainly. "I could put a consult in for you to the sub-department in charge of megalomania. Perhaps he doesn't like to feel out of control. Then you could work towards getting him to dominate and brutalize you."

"I have an awful idea that the guy is going to be more of a problem than that." I said. "It seems to be a really basic character flaw. He's considerate."

"Oh dear me, you have drawn a difficult assignment." She shook her head, setting the neatly coiled snakes above her ears to hissing.

"Any other suggestions you've got," I said. "I'm listening."

She shook her head ruefully again. She had very little to offer. "Have a chocolate chip cookie?"

The next night Thomas Niles went to bed wearing a condom. When I materialized in his room he opened his eyes and spread his arms. I wrapped myself around him and began to kiss his neck hungrily, until I felt that the thickness of his erection against my belly was encased in rubber.

"Now that's not fair!" I said. "I'm a dream! Dream lovers do not need protection!"

"You're such a hot dream," He sighed. "Every night you turn me on more than the last one. "Kiss me more. Please, please, kiss me more."

I kissed him more. "You can forget it." I said into the beard-rough skin at the point of his jaw. "I'm not going to do a thing for you unless you take that condom off."

His hands smoothed down my bare back. He would have said something to me, but I began to kiss him on the mouth and my tongue plunging between his lips silenced him into nothing more coherent than a groan. I only released his mouth when I began kissing my way down his throat and his chest, in the silky wisps of hair, between the two perfect small brown nipples.

"For me." I breathed. "Take it off for me."

"Nowadays you have to be careful..." he murmured.

"It'll be much, much better without one." I crooned. "I promise."

"But why do you want it bare..." He was breathing so deeply that he was breathless. He had his legs wide, ready for me with the rubber jutting up gleaming in the dim light of the moon.

"I'm allergic to latex." I said.

"Oh!" He jerked up halfway into a sitting position. "In that case..."

Belatedly I realized that I had not won the argument. He peeled the rubber off, but he was doing that too out of a misguided wish to look after me. I gnashed my teeth. He must have seen them clash a row of pointed triangles because he focused sleepily and exclaimed, "Wow!"

I smiled hastily, this time making sure the teeth I revealed were even white rectangles. Somehow I was losing the etherial waking-dream mood. I let my hands stroke over him soothingly. "I want you Thomas." I murmured. "I want you to ride me bareback. Ride me, Thomas."

"Oh God, do I ever want to!" He sighed.

"Fuck me, Thomas." I urged him. "Drill me to the mattress. Do whatever you want to do to me. Don't resist or you might wake up from this dream. You can do anything at all you want to do to me. Tell me what you want me to do."

"How about telling me your name?" He asked.