Mei Gribbins: The Semen Demon

 Something I’ve been poking at all month. I’m interested in playing Devil May Cry 5 but time and money this month kept me away from that (though I’m super hype for Borderlands...). I ended up brainstorming the idea of a sexy version of a demon slayer, a goth girl who has no powers of her own but does sexual favors to horny and desperate demons to imbue her with their abilities. It became something of an odd march of strange demons that would fuck her and what odd powers they’d have, so I was skipping ahead to the sex scenes more and more to try and fit them in. I think there’s room for sequels, since there’s a lot of options and ideas I didn’t end up using. It was an interesting twist on my usual approach; this time the fighting was an excuse to have sex instead of lots of action leading up to one big sex scene. I clearly have a thing for indifferent goth girls by now. 

"This is seriously it?" Mei had her passenger seat fully reclined, only sitting up to look out the window once the van had come to a stop.

"Yep. The Horny Devil bar and dance club," Michael confirmed with a nod and a smile.

"This is why I fucking hate demons," Mei sighed, popping open her door and stepping out.

"Hey, wait! Did you get your-?"

"Yes!" Mei cut him off. "I'm fine." She rolled her eyes as she slung her long, mostly bare legs out of the van and set her cowboy boots on the pavement. She wore jean shorts and a belly shirt to show off more of her pale skin, and a pushup bra with a strap still visible boosting up her tits with a pentagram tattooed on each breast. She was a little on the thin side with some hints of muscle to her arms and midsection, her face on the narrow side with long, recklessly hanging black hair. A few stripes of white dye went down the back that shuffled on her shifting hair like some kind of fluidic zebra. It hung over more tattoos resembling scratch marks going between her shoulder blades. She walked up to the bouncer, a stocky man in a suit with a long red beard. He held up a hand and started to frown, but his expression softened as he looked over the gothic mutt of a twenty-something girl.

"Sorry ma'am. Club's closed for the night. Private party," he said in a rough but friendly voice.

Mei's bored expression didn't change. She reached into her tight back pocket. She pulled out a mint and a badge, popping one in her mouth and flashing him the other. It had a lot of complex marks and stamps on it with her photo and a very new but very official government seal. The bouncer's eyes widened.

"Mei Gribbens, field agent for the Demonic Management Center. The state has determined that this place is currently packed with demons or otherworldly entities."

"You are shittin' me..." the man muttered in shock and disbelief. "They all looked normal to me." There was stuff on the news lately. The government had seen a strange burst in demonic activity so intense that they had to publicly acknowledge their existence and open a department just for dealing with them. It wasn't a huge branch, since so few people knew what the fuck they were doing when it came to demons, which was how they ended up recruiting such a successful amateur as Mei. If you could prove you have any clue on how to handle a demon, they welcomed you with open arms. All Mei had to do was knock on the door of a police station and drop an old laundry basket full of demon heads at their feet.

"Trust me," Mei said. "Our instruments are going nuts in the van with my... 'partner' there." She jerked a thumb back at Michael, the smiling blonde young man in semi formal clothes waving back at her. She gave him a half-hearted sneer/smile and waved back once. He was an okay guy, if a little preachy. He was on the opposite end of things; all research and religion as a young priest in training and amateur demonologist. If nothing else, the church had a few things right about how they operated. Definitely not everything. "Now can I please step inside and do my job? Or are you interfering with a government agent?"

The bouncer considered her more intensely. Hot and punky, sure, but she didn't look like a federal agent. "I should call my boss about this..." he muttered, taking out his cell phone. Mei sighed and rolled her eyes. The longer she had to wait, the longer they had to do whatever awful shit they were doing inside.

"Devil time," she muttered to herself. Everything around her became grayer and the man's hand nearly froze in mid-motion. Everything was slower when she went into "devil time." Sort of a "mind works faster than the body" reaction. She didn't understand it perfectly, but she didn't have to. It was sort of her mindscape just outside of reality, and that meant she could summon and hail demons. Not the raving killers in human form like the ones inside the club, but those still stuck on the other side. Even other demons considered entering the human world taboo, so they had no loyalty to the ones that broke through. Devil time, though, was fair game.

"Mei, baby! Good to see ya!" A 2 foot tall blue creature was already perched on her shoulder, long and ape-like arms dangling limply. A big nose, big ears, stubby wings that beat like crazy when he was flying just to stay afloat. Wearing nothing but a shredded old loincloth, he was a fairly standard imp.

"Sup, Skeez?" Mei asked dismissively, rolling the mint around in her mouth. "Let's talk business."

"I still wish you gave me a more dignified name," the fanged creature grimaced. Names had power with the demons, but humans back then tended to gave them much more complex ones than they needed. They responded to thought and intention more than words, so as long as she knew what they looked and felt like, she could call on them and refer to them however she wanted.

"You should tell that to Blowup Doll and Grosso. You got off easy, pervo. Now what's it gonna take to rattle some windows and make this place spooky enough for the guard to let me through?"

"Ohhh so you're buyin'," Skeez chortled, rubbing his boney hands together. "You know, I could see doing this little favor... for just one half of your soul~!"

Mei didn't even flinch. They always went for the soul first. It was practically a handshake to her by now. "Fuck off with the soul. I should be giving you five bucks for this."

"Money's no good down here," Skeez hissed. "Only what is here. The sensations and the promises. The useful and the fulfilling!"

"Uh huh. How about a handjob for the distraction job?"

"SOLD!" Skeez eagerly floated in front of her and held out his hand. She slapped it lazily and he threw away his loincloth. His stubby and hard cock was about as big as a large marker, so Mei had no problem taking it in her palm and scoping out the rest of the street while she jerked him off. His short and slightly greasy dick was common enough that she wasn't even phased by this point. She had done worse by far for demonic favors. "Could you at least look at me while you do it?" Skeez grumbled.

Mei turned around and spat in his face. Skeez looked surprised for a second before his eyes rolled back and he licked it off his pointed nose. "You're a good catch, Mei. You're lucky I like tall girls."

"You're two foot nothin' with nobody in Hell who'd fuck you," Mei dismissed, only about 5'6" herself. "You can't get better than me." It was a strange thing about Hell that she'd learned; not a lot of sex going on. Demons were regulated to delivering punishments fitting of the evil souls, and they couldn't trust each other long enough to screw one another. Even her apathetic handjob was enough to earn this interdimensional favor. She casually rolled the mint in her astrally projected mouth and sighed as she kept jerking off the demon, rubbing her thumb below the center of its head in an attempt to get him off quicker. The sweaty little dick finally spurted over her hand and forearm, a thin and runny substance that she let drizzle to the ground and evaporate. Skeez sighed and went completely limp apart from his flapping wings.

"You really are a miracle worker," Skeez chuckled. "Normally we'd hate those types in Hell, but you, Mei..."

"Are you doing it or not?"

"Alright, alright. Let a man catch his breath..."

"Man' is a pretty generous term for you, stumpy," Mei scoffed.

"Bah. Kids today," the squat demon scoffed. He cracked his knuckles and fetched his loincloth. "Alright. Let me at 'em."

Mei took a deep breath and everything swapped back. Her arm was a little tired from the jerking, but she hadn't moved from the spot and less than a second had passed. The bouncer was still raising his phone when an awful howl came from inside the club. A window on the second floor smashed open, red and purple smoke blowing out of it as several more windows rattled. The bouncer dropped his phone and gawked back at the building.

"Oh shit! You weren't kiddin'!" The bouncer scampered away from the building and waved her in. "Yea, girl. I mean, officer. Go right ahead. I'm not dealing with that kind of shit."

"You're a saint, buddy." Mei rolled the mint into her cheek as she went inside. The club was just what she expected; colorful strobe lights, thumping music, dancing, people drinking and snorting things. They were bit more colorful than Mei's getup, but she was familiar with this sort of scene. She could see many of the attendants showing the more stiff and jerky motions that were telltale signs of being possessed. They made seducing gestures or whispered to the other drunk partygoers, likely trying to strike who knew what kind of deals or spread more demonspawn in the world through them.

There was no being heard over this music, so she squirmed her way around the dance floor and didn't draw any attention to herself. "Did you remember your earpiece?" came Michael's voice in her ear.

"Yea. Duh," she replied quietly. "They were super clear about it. Is my titty-cam working?"

"Please don't call it that," Michael muttered. "Your mounted body cam on your shirt is working. I'm seeing a few potential..."

"I've counted at least thirty-four confirmed out of about a hundred guests," Mei cut him off.

"Oh... wow. So what's the plan? There's still civilians in there."

"When you're dealing with demons? Easy. You present formal challenge."

"How do-?"

Mei pulled the compact handgun from her pocket and fired a few shots into the speakers until they stop. The obnoxious screech made even the highest of dancers stop and look at the puzzled DJ. "Yo, demon bitches!" Mei shouted at the audience. "Step the fuck up! Everybody else, get the fuck out!" She fired a few more shots into the air so that those who actually feared that sort of thing panicked and ran from the building. Those that stayed she checked off as infuriated looking demons in human form; a good forty by her count, plus the bartender. Also a few people who had passed out at their tables, but they seemed clean.

"Hunter," one sharp-dressed man gurgled in an inhuman voice. His skin crackled and burned away, revealing the slick black skin and his almost insect-like skinny build and claws. Long and narrow eyes burned red. "You trespass too far and set yourself vulnerable..."

"Y'all can vulnerable my dick. Now just back to Hell right now or I start earning my paycheck." The others started to shift into similarly monstrous shapes, but the one threatening her snarled and moved at her on all fours, moving at the pace and stance of a wildcat. Mei emptied her gun into him, but at his speed she could only clip his limbs and face. She threw the gun away before he arrived and muttered "Demon time," once again.

Even at his incredible speed, the attacking demon moved like a snail. The weight was back on her shoulder and Mei picked up Skeez by his ears. "Comin' back for more of ol' Skeez, eh?" he chuckled in his gravelly voice. "I knew you'd want more."

"Bigger deal this time, chump," Mei told him. "I need my arsenal. And regeneration, hyper agility, and immunity to pain."

Skeez's eyes went wide before looking rather modest. "Oh. That. Well I can get you the regeneration... but that's a tall order for me."

"Then who can get me all those?" Mei asked, letting him go to fold her arms impatiently.

"There's Barb. Or uh... Snatchy? Evasion's more his thing. I'm more of a utility demon myself."

"Perfect. Go get Snatchy."

"Well I can't do the job myself, and I'm real sorry," Skeez apologized. "But if maybe you wanted a quickie as a kind of finder's fee..." Mei slapped him across his bulbous face, spinning him completely around in mid-air. "Ha ha!" Skeez guffawed as he rubbed his cheek. "You know what I like, you little flirt!" Skeez flew a few feet away until he faded from sight. After a second, another demon appeared.

The creature looked like a tattered hooded robe, shadows over its face. It had no legs or arms of note, just a chilly fog coming out from its hood with her raspy breath. "You call?" asked its wispy voice.

"Hey, Snatch. You heard the deal from Skeez?" The cloaked thing didn't move, but a crab-like claw reached out from the depths of its billowing clothes. It held a holstered pair of pistols and an assault rifle between its pincers.

"Loaded and ready right where you left them," Snatchy said in its windy whisper. "Heal from all wounds, move like the wind, and feel no pain. All yours for-"

"You're not getting my soul."

Snatchy stared, or at least he paused for a while. "It's rude to interrupt people," he said, his wispy tone sounding a little meek.

"Well this is my mindscape or whatever, so I make the rules and I set the pace. What about a blowjob?"

Snatcher gave a foggy scoff. "For all that? You're just cheating me now, Mei."

"Oh yea? How many dicks were you going to use on me?" Snatcher went quiet again. "I'll suck off the both of your junk for the whole bunch?" Snatcher muttered quietly as if discussing the matter with himself. Mei waited patiently, turning to glance at the charging demon. He'd moved maybe an inch since she last checked. She was in no hurry.

"Agreed." Snatchy extended a smaller limb, more like an insectoid leg. Mei grasped and shook it, and as it retracted a pair of gray, foot-long phalluses thrust out of the base of his robe. They weren't entirely penises, because they were veiny while appearing to have some kind of elbow or a bone joint.

"You didn't have to make them that big," Mei grumbled as she got to her knees, brushing some of her hair out of her face.

"Freshly picked from a couple of starved oni," the thieving demon mused, a hint of amusement in his misty voice. "I find them to be rather sensitive compared to my old ones."

"You're actually using dead dicks on me?" Mei snapped with a glare up at his hood. "You're such an asshole." Still she grabbed both of the troublingly cool to the touch cocks and stuffed one fat head into her mouth. She coated the head in a warm layer of spit, ignoring the raspy breathing of the creature(s?). She was already used to the faint taste of charcoal and salty flesh that came with most demon dicks, so she had the first warmed up by the time she crammed the second in her mouth a well. She had handled multiple demons on occasion, but it was unsettling to have two identical shafts in her mouth at once. She rolled one over the other, carefully trying not to make herself gag as Snatchy swordfought himself in her mouth.

The gagging idea went away when the demon hissed and braced a clammy crab claw against the back of her head. He thrust in harder, the steam of his breath coming out thicker down on her head as he pushed his dicks in deeper. Mei choked briefly before she got her throat to loosen up and take one of the hefty shafts inside, letting the other push around her cheek. She glared up at the cloaked figure before giving long, wet slurp as she pulled her head back, sucking firmly on them both. She went on jerking the base of both veiny rods until she felt the double-barrel cumshot overflow her mouth. She shuddered from the cool sludge, but she forced herself to swallow as much of it as she could. Her insides felt with the familiar chill of demonic cum. Part of the reason that demons weren't allowed on Earth was for that very reason; demons and humans mixed a little too well, and made for some very powerful creatures.

"There," Mei said, wiping what jizz she could off her mouth with the back of her arm, even if it would all be gone by the time she got back to reality. "Now give me some demon powers. I was thinking of a good one-liner and everything."

"Done." Snatchy raised and clacked his claw, something like snapping his fingers. "That should last you about fifteen of your human minutes."

"Great. Thanks, I guess." Mei flexed her face around as she licked a bit of cum from the inside her mouth. "Are those longer or shorter than demon minutes?"

Snatchy breathed some more steam as he caught his breath, retracting his demonic dongs. "A little of both. Time is... ah... cruel in Hell. Never what you expect it to be." The shadowy figure bowed. "It's why I appreciate your consideration. Do call upon my services again."

When time returned to normal, Mei was glad she still had the mint in her mouth. The still charging demon parted its jaws to show a shark-like set of teeth, just for Mei to spit what was left of the mint into its throat. The demon stumbled as it gagged and misstepped, letting Mei put her new powers to full use. She moved even faster than it did, hopping quite casually onto its head and grinding its face into the dance floor beneath her cowboy boot. It gave a hissing groan as Mei held out her hand and focused on the handguns she'd left in the battle van. With a swirl of black, Snatcher's magic delivered them into her hands and she casually lowered her pistol to pop a few rounds into the pinned monster's head.

The rest of the demons that had shed their hosts bodies or disguises stared at Mei as she twirled her guns. “Any more of you chucklefucks feel like dancin’ with me now?” she challenged as she settled her aim on whichever ones were closest.

“What was that?” rasped the voice in her head. 

Mei rolled her eyes and muttered. “I told you I was thinking up one-liners back there.”

“And that’s what you ended up with? I’m ashamed to lend you my powers with a line like that.”

“Yea, well since I can’t return a blowjob...”

“Mei, what’s going on in there?” Michael’s piped over her earpiece. “I just got a huge spike in demonic activity and some of your guns just disappeared. And what’s that about blowjobs?”

“They’re in my hands. Part of the plan, Mike. Try to keep up.” Mei didn’t even flinch as she saw a large, bloody claw ram right through ehr spine and out of her stomach. It dripped with gore and who knew what else as she didn’t even look back. She raised one hand and popped off a quick shot with each pistol until the demon’s body fell limp behind her. She spared a peek down to make sure that her demonic pact had gone through correctly and sure enough, her flesh was mending so that her normally fatal gut wound was gone in a couple seconds. “See? Pro tip,” Mei said, tapping the butt of her gun on her bare stomach. “Belly shirts. They just get ripped up otherwise…”

Mei suddenly whirled on the spot, using her newfound speed to pick off demon after demon with quickly adjusting limbs. One tried to dive at her but she darted right back at it and kneed it in the jaw, putting it on the ground before emptying a few shots into his junk for good measure. She whirled and flipped across the dance floor on her empowered legs, blasting away more and more until she was out of bullets. She tossed them aside and called on a machine gun, a shotgun and even a rocket launcher when they clustered together. By the time she’d crossed the dance floor, she pulled out a large handgun and aimed it at the bartender. He looked fairly human (tall and bald), but was suspiciously unphased by all the demons and gunplay. 

“I hate you subtle types,” she commented, throwing a nimble kick to another demon’s face while keeping her aim steady on the barkeep. “You’re always the tough ones. So whatever you’re hiding, whip it out.” The bald man smiled wide at her, then opened his mouth wider than his head. With a thundering bellow, a huge purple demon with armored plates on his skin climbed through the impossibly cramped-looking body. Mei fired a few shots into him but they all pinged off his armor. The larger demon roared and grabbed the entire shelf full of liquor from behind the bar before hurling it at Mei, contents and all. 

Mei leapt into the mass of breaking wood and glass. Mei focused on her borrowed agility to hop from one piece of shrapnel to another as if the inch-long pieces of debris were nothing but a series of steps on a ladder for her. The armored demon looked up at as Mei reached the peak of her jump, took a quick breath, and focused on re-entering devil time. The colors faded as usual but there weren't any demons immediately in sight. She still felt their presence around her, vague but constant. That just meant that word had gotten out that she was in the mood and the demons were lining up for a piece of human ass.

"Okay, how about The Twins?" Mei asked the demonic void. "Are you girls around?"

"We are present." A pair of 3 foot tall pink skinned creatures with stubby legs and wide hips appeared floating in front of her. They had broad fanged smiles that always mimicked the other one, but one spoke about a half second out of sync with each other. Short black hair that writhed like fire grew out of the top of their heads, They had featureless flesh over where their eyes should be, but what they lacked in eyes they made up for with curves. They each had massive breasts that were bigger than their chubby little torsos.

"Good. Look, Lefty? Fug? I'm floating in midair and this guy is immune to bullets. What do you got for me?"

"I wield density," The Twins answered in their high voice slow and dreamy tone. Mei was never positive if they were supposed to be one creature with two bodies or what. They seemed to change it as they felt fit the moment. "We could make you lighter or thicken your skin."

"Not gonna cut it," Mei mused, pacing on the empty air a lazy circle. "What if I give you guys temporary clearance to a stationary manifestation?"

"To exist in the material plane?!" Lefty gasped as Fug simultaneously shushed her. "We demand favor for such a risk," Fug went on to override her "sister."

"How much?"

"Souls."

"No. What else you guys into?"

"Fisting," they said in their eerie unison.

Mei stared at them blankly for a moment. Their eyeless faces stared back like always before both demons broke into a smile. "Fine. Fisting I can work with. Spread 'em, you sluts."

The busty imps giggled and floated so that they were on their backs just around eye level with Mei. She didn't bother with any foreplay, even if she wasn't in any particular hurry. The demonic pacts made the job much easier but it sure was annoying to kill the flow of her badass demon slaying. At least everyone else would see it as fast-paced and action-packed thanks to the stretched out split-seconds she was spending on devil time. She parted the pink shortstacks' slits with her painted nails, the demonic munchkins already oozing with thick and warm juices. Once they were open and moaning, she balled up her fists and rammed them inside the waiting little devils. The Twins' holes stretched out and swallowed up her fists as their mouths let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement. Their little legs kicked with excitement and their little toes curled.

"Amaaaazing," they both droned in their semi-sync, writhing and pumping their hefty hips against her arms so hard that their breasts jiggled up and down. It showed off the bulge of Mei's slender hand inside their tiny bodies, pushing slightly out against their stomachs and sliding deep into their inexplicable depths.

"Yea, yea. Just make sure I don't lose a ring in there," Mei dismissed. She flexed her arms and started pumping in time with the imp's thrusts, turning her fist slightly each time to feel out the best way to satisfy their devilish urges. The Twins' mouths hung open, eyes rolling back as Mei started pushing herself in harder and deeper as they found their sync. Fug and Lefty turned their heads to face each other and pushed their fanged mouths together, kissing each other/herself messily and fondling their double's breasts in a way that always put Mei off. It wasn't clear how much of The Twins was incestual and how much was masturbating. At least it helped them cum quicker. Fug gasped, which ended right before Lefty made the exact same noise. Their moans and lusty cries echoed each other as they humped Mei's hands, squirting a running stream of their pussy juices down her wrists. They shivered briefly before laying back comfortably, still mounted on Mei's fists like... well, like a pair of demonic little boxing gloves.

"Perfection, Mei," they moaned together. "Now how shall we manifest."

"Gauntlets," Mei said, smirking as she whipped her hands out to her sides. The Twins' bodies writhed in an entirely non-sexual way this time, their breasts wrapping around their torsos like some kind of tity coccoon. The flesh smoothed out like polished stone and sealed into a perfect barrel-like shape, sealing around Mei's hands before The Twins' heads parted into some metallic fingers to give her fingers some limited dexterity.

"Does this suit you, Master Mei?" the gloves asked despite their current lack of a mouth. Apart from their color scheme (and the faint pattern of their boobs on the surface), you could hardly tell it was still The Twins.

"Works for me," Mei replied. She took a few testing jabs at the air before clanging their metal knuckles together loudly. "Now let's test out these titty gauntlets."

Time resumed once again as the armored demon suddenly saw Mei flying down towards him with her demonic mitts around her hair. His beady eyes widened as much as they could.

"Demonic weapons!" he bellowed fearfully, raising his hand to shield his face. "It can't be... you're the rumored devil slayer! Mei the Semen Demon!"

"To be FAIR!" Mei landed on the bar as she punched him across the face. The armored plates cracked and flew off his body as one of the demonic gauntlets smashed him across the jaw. "I did NOT pick that nickname!" Mei slammed him with another uppercut that knocked the massive monster clean off his feet.

"This world has such exciting sensations!" one of the gauntlets cooed.

"Use us, Master! Let us feel more!" the other chimed.

"And you two aren't helping me reputation any!" Mei snapped as she unleashed a barrage of punches. The armor demon jerked and spasmed from the high-speed beating from the ultra solid fists, its vague and hellish body cracking against her blows. She clamped her demon-coated hands together and smashed them as one heavy blow to spike the armor demon into the floor. It hit hard enough to crack through several inches of the tile, laying among its cracked and dented armor as it twitched on the ground. Mei did a little backflip just because she could and landed back on her feet on the dance floor right as the speakers died out and ended their song. Mei touched her ear with one thick metal finger. "Hey, Mike. You picking up anything else in here."

"Uh... I'm showing one recent manifestation on the radar... or maybe two."

"That's The Twins. They're with me. Anything else?"

"Just the one that's fading fast. Looks like you did a number on him with your... whatever."

"Yea, I sure do that." Mei said dismissively. She turned back to check on the armor demon's corpse, which was now starting to shake. It wasn't getting back up, by a long shot, but the body exploded a second after she started piecing together what was happening. It launched shards of its armor out like shrapnel, and while Mei was still super fast she could only dodge so many. "Lefty! Block high!" she ordered, seeing one piece coming too quickly.

"On it!" the demon answer, moving quickly. Her right hand raised to a spot she wasn't hoping for.

"Lefty, are you on my right hand!? You stupid fucking demons!" Mei managed before she was hit. One spiked piece the size of a shield launched itself into her stomach, pinning her to a wall on the far side of the club. "Ow," Mei grunted. She said it more out of reflex than it actually hurt, her healing and numbness to pain still lasting from earlier. She put one armored hand around it and tugged a few times, but it remained stuck inside her. She wasn't hurt by it, but it was staying lodged in her guts. She wouldn't die from it, at least as long as Snatchy's regeneration remained. Once that wore off, she was as good as dead. She rapped her fist on top of the spike, but that just wigged it around inside her intestines. It didn't hurt, but it was still strange to feel.

"Fuck this. Devil time." The colors muted as Mei appeared in the spectral world once again, stepping away from the spike as if it wasn't even there. There was no hole in her torso either, since it hadn't impaled her soul against the wall either. There was the same empty space marking the lobby of demons that would be waitin. "Blowup Doll. Get out here."

Stepping out of nothingness came what looked like a curvy and naked woman. She had long blonde hair that was thick and oily, hanging down past her wide hips and huge handfuls of tits. She smiled vacantly at Mei, her head lolling one way or the other as if she were heavily sedated. Mei always thought she looked like a porno version of an inflatable tube man from a used car lot. The hair raised like the tentacles of some blank-eyed jellyfish as she approached.

"Soul?" the woman's pouty lips mewled hopefully.

"No, Blowup Doll. I'm not giving you my soul."

"Soul?" she repeated like she hadn't heard her and only got more hopeful.

"For fuck's sake... let me talk to the real Blowup Doll." With a wet and meaty sound, the succubus' legs opened enough for the fanged mouth between her thighs to open, grinning at her... well, devilishly.

"I do need to find my fun where I can," said a far deeper and more confident woman's voice than the vapid, human-shaped appendage above her real mouth. "Now what can I do for you, my dear?"

"Well, y'know. I'm dying a little, so I wanted a way out."

"Ooh. Tempting for us both then. Limited time makes us all desperate," Blowup's vagina/mouth purred.

"Still no souls. Souls are off the table. I was wondering if your tentacles would be enough to pull me free if you lent them to me."

Blowup strolled over to where Mei's body had been, her hair stretching out and stroking over the chunk of armor. "Hmm... that IS in there deep, isn't it? We all do so fondly remember our first impaling."

"I don't care if that's an innuendo or not, because either way this is NOT my first time. Now can you fix it?"

"I'm afraid not," Blowup mused. "I possess more reach than I do sheer lifting power. However... I do have something else that may be interesting to you."

"Yea, well I have... about ten earth minutes left where I can survive this, BD," Mei said with a roll of her phantasmal eyes. "So gotta make this quick."

"Even matters such as information about your father?" Blowup tempted quietly. "I've come across some know-"

"Nope. Thanks. You're done here."

"Wait! I was being seductive and tempt-" Blowup started but she vanished from sight as Mei waved her hand.

"Okay, fine. Bring me Big Dawg," Mei conceded. The ground of her spirit realm shook as her latest summon came rushing towards her. He ran right through the nearest wall like the giant lug he was, a vague and quadrupedal thing slightly larger than an elephant. It had black fur that grew in countless thick clumps, almost looking like scales at a distance while she knew him to be much softer to the touch. Ridiculously tiny eyes were mounted on either side of its head like some kind of whale as its pearly while claws on each foot dragged along the floor as he skidded to a stop. A giant mouth that was twice as wide as Mei was tall opened up and a tongue that could have flattened her rolled out from numerous sharp and mismatched teeth. He licked Mei's face rather happily, letting a deep and low bellow before simply barking at her.

"Yea, yea. Good to see you too, Big Dawg," she admitted as she scratched the edges of his lipless maw. Big Dawg was a lot sweeter than most of the demons, his needs and role simple. He was a destroyer maw, one of the stupidest demons to crawl through Hell. It didn't mean he couldn't be malicious, but like most demons he was just happy to find a reason to leave that awful place. He shot straight, but she still had her reasons to hesitate to call on him.

"Okay, dude. I know you're strong enough to rip that shit out of me. What's it gonna take?"

Big Dawg let out another bark as he stood up straight on all fours. The air warped around his jaws, forming the shape of a ghost.

"I'm not giving you my soul. What else?"

He barked again, creating the image of two stick figures instead. One was obviously mounting the other one from behind.

"Jeez, this again? ...fine. But just because it's you, pal." Dawg barked again. This time a big green check appeared on top of the stick figures. Mei turned around and had barely got to her knees when Dawg's jaws wrapped around her entire body. Just her head was poking out on one side as he lifted her up and shook her like a chew toy, shredding her clothes off her spiritual body like a paper shredder. "Hey! Hey, take it easy, Dawg!" she warned. She still couldn't be harmed unless she agreed to it in her mindscape, but it was why she was wary about calling on him. Big Dawg was anything but subtle about his "courting." She was already coated in his drool when he dropped her unceremoniously to the floor, landing naked on all fours wearing nothing but some piercings and tattoos.

The giant demon's shadow fell over her as its jaws drooled on her back. Mei took a deep breath and braced herself on her knees and elbows as its clawed legs pushed into the spectral ground above her. "This part's never easy," Mei hissed, gritting her teeth. She let out a grunt as Big Dawg's upsettingly huge shaft shoved itself against her snatch. The shaft was the size of her torso, so it made sense that it wouldn't fit inside so much as it bumped up against her. The clumsily giant dick pushed at her back and hips, skidding her a few inches across the floor. By all logic it wouldn't fit, but it wasn't her actual body and this wasn't a realm that relied entirely on physics. Big Dawg's oversized dick finally slammed its way inside her, bulging out Mei's stomach as it made itself at home. Mei gave a shrill scream as her spiritual body was expanded and distorted in ways it wasn't supposed to in mortal space. It would all be gone by the time she went back, but for now it felt like Big Dawg's cock was trying to force its way from her pussy into her brain.

The beastly demon gave a few low growls and barks as it pounded her from behind. Mei's eyes glazed over as her senses all seemed to be taken over by the mind-blowing demon dick inside her. She tried to dig her nails into the ground beneath her but the pooling saliva from Dawg's drool made her grip more slippery. Her own gaping mouth started to drool in the puddle of demon drool, and her arms shook until she fell forward. She couldn't even fall into the muck properly, finding her body suspended by Big Dawg's tool. He seemed to take that as an invitation to rise up higher and lift her completely off the ground, making the pressure inside her even more intense. Mei let out a vacant wail as she was practically strapped to Big Dawg's stomach by his shaft, her entire body flopping as he humped her deeper and deeper still. Her fumbling hands managed to grab onto his fur weakly to keep herself steady, at least creating some friction to help him get off faster. Beyond that, he was so huge that her skill with men, women and demons was quickly thrown out the window when the behemoth started to grunt and really have his way with her.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Mei chanted as she felt the already massive tool start to expand inside her. "Easy! Easy, jumbo! I shouldn't be this... I'm not built to... oh fuck fuck get it ouuOOOOH FUCK YES!" Mei was surprised, but she'd been fooling around with a handful of demons all evening already. The giant grinding cock filled her more than she could physically imagine, so the constant pressure on her clit ended up being too much. She shivered as an orgasm rocked through her before he could finish, even if her pussy was packed so tight she didn't even have the space to squirt her cum. It made her even more compacted and filled up when she was already numb and overwhelmed from it.

"Stop... stop, Dawg! You gotta... FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK YOU, DUDE!" The cum shot out cold and deep, filling her so deep her fingers and toes went numb. His opening cock hole actually proved big enough to slurp up her cum while it spat out its own, pumping her so full she expected it to start leaking out her mouth and eyes. Reality seemed to hold that much control over her spiritual form, at least. As Big Dawg let out a long, low growl of satisfaction, Mei pulled on his hair to yank herself off. "Ow... ow... my soul's gonna be walking funny for a week, you jerkass." It was a slow and awkward pull, even when his shaft started to shrink back down, but she finally popped free. "All those chicks who complain about child birth don't know about demon dick. Now it's time to pay up, Dawg."

Big Dawg barked and shook himself like a wet dog, one of his foot-long hairs dropping down onto her. She grabbed it, snapped it in half and wrapped it around both of her arms until they glowed with black energy. "Thanks I guess. I might have cum from all that, but... I wouldn't exactly call it a pleasure." She cringed and shook out her leg, spilling some excess demon semen from her naked pussy. Big Dawg gave her an appreciative lick up her face. "I can't get back to the real world fast enough..." she grumbled. "At least there just bullets and demon spikes are the things impaling me..."

Snapping back into the real world, she felt the power still coursing through her. There was no furthe damage to her body, so she did her best to shake off the memory of Big Dawg's unsettling affection. She grabbed the shard of demon armor with a gauntleted hand and flung it across the club, scanning it for any stragglers. They were all shot, punched, or blown up to a mess of demon guts. "Yo, Mike? Readings all clear out there?"

"Yea, it looks clear besides that lingering presence you weren't worried about. I guess the show's over."

"The fun parts anyway. Just send in a crew of Purifiers and this place should be done for. And call HQ and tell them to warm up a shower for me." The Purifiers weren't as glorious as they sounded. They were more likely to use end up using mops and hoses than crucifixes and flamethrowers.

"Already on it. Great work in there." With her job done, Mei went back to the van and reclined in her seat, not bothering to worry about the human and demon blood staining her clothes. "So... how did you do all that exactly?"

"Trick of the trade," Mei muttered as she shut her eyes. She wasn't tired, she just felt like ignoring everything for a while. It was her favorite hobby.

"Is it something you could teach me?"

"Depends: how good can you suck a dick?"

"Uh... I don't?"

"Then no." Mei tossed out her earpiece, stuck in an earbud, and tuned him out until they were back at the office.