hard and twisted, trying to break his grip. She could feel his demonic cock against her inner thigh, waiting for her to be still enough for him to thrust it in. She would not be still. She twisted and rolled and bit the hand that was over her mouth. The cock got closer and the tip burned her as it pressed between the folds of her cleft. She bucked her hips as hard as she could and braced one toe on the foot board and pushed. The demon cock pulled back slightly, just enough for her to know it was completely out of her. She kicked again. There was a flash of light in the room. The demon disappeared in a sulfur haze and she was free. She lay there panting, relieved.
“Don’t do that again.” A man’s voice spoke from the shadows near her closet.
She sat up and touched her lamp. It was Mr. Magnus. She blew a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
“I am not God, but I will accept your thanks.”
“How did you know I needed help?”
“I was told you had summoned another demon, even after Jasper warned you not to. I came as soon as I could. I had to drive all night. Like I said, don’t do that again, Victoria.”
“Don’t summon demons?”
“Don’t summon the ones you don’t know. Marple sent a friend tonight.”
“You mean a ‘feind’.” Victoria arranged her nightgown around her knees and moved to the side of the bed.
Mr. Magnus laughed. She saw he had a long stick in his hand that he now tucked into his sleeve. “Yes. You are funny. And you have what my generation calls, ‘spunk’. I can see why he loves you so much.”
Victoria cocked her head, “Who?”
“Why, your demon, of course.”
This revelation made Victoria’s cheek twitch. “Demons can’t love,” she said softly.
“You are correct, and perhaps I should amend my statement. He wasn’t always a demon. None of them were. The man he was loves you.”
This made a little more sense. Victoria felt good about being loved, and this explained her demon’s persistence, but not his intent. “Please tell me what is going on here. At first I wanted to stop the demonic visits. Then I didn’t. Then when he stopped visiting I wanted to go to him. Now he won’t let me. Surely you know what is going on.”
“I do.”
“Then tell me.”
Mr. Magnus pulled up her chair and moved the bits of underwear and her pink bra aside before sitting in it. “I can’t tell you in the same way that if you had asked me, ‘Mr. Magnus, please teach me Japanese before I have to go to Tokyo next week.’ I could tell you enough to say please and thank you and where is the restroom, but you would be lost in conversation.” He looked at her kindly. “Do you understand? It’s not that it is forbidden, or that we don’t want to help you. It is just that it is impossible to be conveyed the way you want it to be.”
She nodded. “He had said the same thing, though he said it was more like he could not eat for me when I’m hungry.”
“But he could hand you a sandwich, and that us what he has been doing.”
She looked up sharply. “The sex visits? Like handing me a sandwich?”
“Well. Yes. At first he came to you as a demon that looked like the demons in your fairy stories. Am I right?”
She nodded.
“Then slowly he began to look more human.”
“Yes.”
“He had to convince you that something supernatural was happening, that it was vitally important, that you paid attention and that you were not insane. Quite a mission, if you ask me. I am impressed with his work.”
Victoria thought about that. ”Why couldn’t he appear like the angel Gabriel and tell me, ‘Here is an important message, Victoria.’? Why the sex?” She squirmed a little, looking at her hands in her lap and remembering some of the explosive orgasms. Sometimes his, sometimes hers.
Mr. Magnus was blushing when she looked up at him. “Have you read much about sex magic?”
“Not really. I wasn’t planning on having sex with Jasper or the harpy or Marple. Or even Marple’s fiend, as you clearly saw. When I discovered my demon was an incubus I stopped looking for other answers.”
Mr. Magnus nodded. “Well, he is not an incubus,” the old man said.
Victoria tilted her head. “How do you know so much about him?”
He smiled sadly. “He asked me to come here and I