Catarina's Plan

“Ellen, just relax and trust me, ok?” Catarina said to her friend. Even kneeling on the floor, she was almost as tall as her partner. The usually stoic young lady had just casually finished practicing oral sex on a demonic entity, yet this was the first time that she was feeling a bit insecure about the situation. She hoped that her face wouldn’t betray her feelings and continued talking to her friend. “This way we can finish faster.”

“Wha-what? Cat, did you just...?” asked Ellen, her mind busy replaying the whole obscene scene she had just witnessed, trying to process the complex mix of emotions and bodily urges swirling inside her petite body.

Catarina, recognising the shell-shock-like state of confusion of her impressionable friend, sighed and licked some of the demon’s seed from Ellen’s cheek without further explanation. She waited for a reaction but the goo-covered girl just mumbled some nonsense and stood there. Amitael, meanwhile, was visibly entertained watching the unexpected turn of events. Catarina continued cleaning her friend’s face, feeling her own cheeks blush as her tongue efficiently collected the bittersweet zesty infernal slime. She swallowed the liquid unceremoniously and looked at the demon’s junk, where a bright red prick had poked its head out.

“It’ll be faster this way,” she insisted before lapping a drop from Ellen’s earlobe. “It’s just for show,” she lied.

Catarina could still feel the memory of the burning hot silky skin of the demon’s dick on her lips and tongue, but she happily replaced it with the warm smoothness of Ellen’s as she licked her friend’s neck and chest clean. Her heart had never beaten faster than when she closed her lips around one of Ellen’s adorable small nipples to collect a string of Amitael’s sticky seed. She was proud of her cool-headedness but she almost lost her mind when her friend’s small body relaxed, completely submitting to her kisses and caresses, regaling her ears with a chorus of moans and whispers. She momentarily forgot the deal with the devil,  the ritual and the cabin. Ellen’s wonderful petite body turned into all the world she needed.

Ellen didn’t understand what had happened to her friend or why she was doing this to her, but she no longer cared. Her pussy was burning hot and dripping wet, she only longed for release. Catarina’s body was hot and sweaty, her hands were trembling and, when her friend pressed her soft bronzed breasts against her skin, she noticed her heart beating like crazy. Was Cat possessed by the demon? Had she lost her mind? Did it matter? She had never been so excited in her life and Catarina was making her feel great. So, for once in her life, she decided to stop feeling guilty and enjoy the ride, forgetting about her own prejudices and deeply-seated moral barriers.

For Catarina the activity was the belated sublimation of many years of secret romantic admiration. She no longer needed to hide her feelings. The lonely nights fighting with herself, trying to masturbate away her desires or replace them with more gender-appropriate fantasies didn’t matter anymore. Passion and instinct took her body away. She kissed, licked and caressed her way around Ellen’s beautiful body with total abandon, loving each inch, from the cute childish features of her face to the seductive feminine roundness of her hips, stopping to enjoy the wonderful slender neck and the fabulous constellation of freckles decorating her delicious flat chest. She opened her friend’s legs and kissed her perfectly shaved thighs, sniffing with no shame her friend’s sublimely erotic fragrance and gradually getting closer to the most intriguing and captivating source of the aroma.

“Ehm, ladies,” suddenly said Amitael, begrudgingly interrupting the intense and enjoyable spectacle, “ready when you are.”

Catarina, abruptly taken out of her trance, noticed three things of which she wasn’t completely conscious a moment before. First, Amitael was very evidently prepared to receive the second part of his agreed payment. Second, Ellen had been thoroughly cleaned: there was no stain or drop of the sperm left on her. Third, the two friends were now lying on the floor and, judging for the location of Catarina’s head relative to Ellen’s open legs, they were just about to take their relationship to a whole new level.

Ellen looked down at her friend, feeling much more infuriated by the interruption than by Catarina’s unexpectedly passionate show of affection.

“I’m really sorry, believe me,” continued Amitael, looking uncharacteristically guilty, “but I’m a really busy man, well, a really busy demon. And you still owe me.”

“No, it’s fair,” Catarina said, trying to recover her usual composure, “I sometimes get carried away. I, erm, wanted to accelerate your recovery and clean Ellen at the same time. Sorry.”

“Hey, no problem, it worked,” pointed out the demon, proudly displaying his reinvigorated scarlet manhood.

“It was very… Very...” Ellen interrupted. “Very good idea,” she concluded, smiling to her friend and trying to forget about the source of the powerful urge that burned between her legs. “Good job, Cat.” She patted her friend’s disheveled black hair and got up, instinctively closing her legs and crossing her arms to avoid touching herself.

“Look, I couldn’t avoid noticing that there is some unresolved sexual tension here, for the three of us and, while I would gladly be the only one with a proper resolution, I have a proposal that might be more satisfying for everyone,” calmly explained Amitael, getting up from the bed and offering a hand to Catarina. She took it and stood up with the help of the demon. “If you allow me to become an active participant, there are several ways for you two to cover your debt while also finishing your pending issues.”

“I knew you were a liar!” shouted Ellen. “You said you weren’t interested in our virginities! It was your-!”

“Look, dear,” interrupted Amitael, “there are many other ways to achieve satisfaction besides penetration, as your talented friend here seemed fully ready to show you just a few moments ago.” Catarina blushed visibly. “Besides, I’m no Prince of Lies. If anything, I’m the sassy Baron of Telling-shit-as-it-is. Do you want to hear my proposal or not?”

Ellen, noticeably embarrassed by the reprimand but still a bit distrustful reluctantly nodded and heard the demon’s plan. Amitael very quickly explained several alternatives, in impressive graphic detail for such a brief presentation.

[To be continued...]