Horned Devil
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Revision as of 16:36, 19 December 2011
You awake feeling groggy. You had a very weird dream last night, but you can't remember quite what it was about. The AC unit is out and your room is like a furnace. Your boxers are slick with sweat and you peel them off as you climb out of bed.
A mirror hangs from the wall and you take a second to look at yourself. You're a thin muscular man, with a shock of dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Stubble covers your cheeks and chin. You flash yourself a self-assured grin.
You pad over to the bathroom and turn on the shower. The water is warm but refreshing and you let it run down through the muscular grooves of your body, enjoying the feeling of the water on your skin. You clean yourself and climb out.
As you step out onto the tile floor you realize you forgot to grab a towel.
Fuck you think as you step into your bedroom dripping wet.
Suddenly a loud thunderous clap fills the air. The smell of sulfur and smoke burn your nostrils.
A cloud of thick gray smoke billows in the center of the room. As you watch the smoke begins to twist and undulate, dissipating to reveal a figure. You rub your eyes and squint. Your jaw drops when you finally get a good view of the figure.
A woman stands in the middle of the room, thin and gorgeous. A long gossamer red dress clings to her, hugging her perfectly curved hips. Her breasts are massive, barely contained by the two thin strips of silk that run down her chest. Two hard nipples poke through the fabric. Her raven hair is long and thick with little curls in it. And her skin. Her skin is smooth and perfect, but strange. It seems to have a red tint to it, not like sunburn, but a somehow natural red. Her lips are red and thick and full and curved into a wicked smile.
Her big green eyes regard you with amusement.
You feel your cock twitch and begin to swell. You're suddenly aware of your nakedness.
The woman eyes your quickly engorging member with a primal hunger.
You clap your hands over your crotch but it's no use.
Your erection is raging and there's no way to hide it.
"My, my, my. Someone is happy to see me?" she says, her voice raspy and sultry.
"Who the hell are you?" you manage to squeak.
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