Demon Hunt (Patreon)

By Candlestick’s Dilemma

Contains: Miswording of a spell, misunderstandings of traditions and world breaking physics, good use of some boob growing powers, conjoinment, partial consensual demonic possession, andrgoenous tomboys, bimbo demons who are actually really sweet, and an overabundance of sap.

Story:

Hunter finished waving a hand in front of her candle and shouted “TETONS! I BEG OF YOU, JOIN THE CIRCLE OF MYSELF AND HELP FULFILL MY WISH!”

With a poof of smoke, the candle went out, bringing a coughing fit to the young goth, as she waved one hand trying to clear it. “Oof, not sure I got that last bit right.”

“Got it pretty right as far as I’m concerned.” Came a new voice, right next to Hunter’s head, surprising the raven haired woman. Feeling like someone, maybe the demon or spirit she was trying to summon, was leaning over her shoulder, she gave a startled, undignified, shout and fell sideways, her head hitting the carpet, followed by something hitting against her head.

“OW! Hey!”

“Sorry I… I can’t see you?”

“Oh, gotcha.” A finger snapped, though Hunter felt like it was her own doing the snapping, and the candle on the table, as well as tons more all around the room popped into vibrant light. While Hunter had always been a bit of a candle nut, even she didn’t have this many, nor did even this amount even come close to outputting the light that now filled the room. And yet they did.

“I… What… the fuck…” Hunter looked down her shoulders, to her right, and saw what looked surprisingly like a cheerleader, from the honey blonde hair with a pink streak, which was in style currently, to the lightly tanned skin, to the ice blue eyes that seemed just a tad vacant, to the upturned nose that ‘daddy’ must have paid for rather than genetics, the head sharing her shoulders looked every inch a valley girl bimbo, the kind a goth like Hunter typically mocked rather than associated with.

With two exceptions. She was sharing shoulders with the skinny tomboy goth, which is to say Hunter herself, and she had a pair of red horns poking out of her blonde hair. They might pass for a headband, how many people were actively looking for real horns on someone, but Hunter knew deep in her heart, this was a demon.

“Hey, I’m Cíocha.” The blonde grinned, showing off a cute smile with pretty white teeth. It wasn’t too big or too small, and seemed to show a genuine warmth that Hunter hadn’t seen in real life, not that she was sure this was the same thing.

“Uh, hey. I’m Hunter. I’d shake your hand but…” Both their shoulders shrugged, Hunter feeling some sense of relief that she still controlled her body, even with this demon head added to it.

Cíocha laughed, their right hand waving away the worry, Hunter feeling her lungs go to her blonde body jacker’s control, along with the hand and arm in question. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I gotta say, it's an interesting way of summoning me. Most do it in a circle or something.”

“I always thought that was kinda rude, trapping you in a circle.”

“More like it gives us a place to pop into, that no one else will be in, so we don’t end up showing up inside of someone else.”

“Like a transporter pad from Star Trek?” Hunter asked.

“Huh?”

“Oh, sorry! It’s this geeky thing and-.”

“Oh, I know what Star Trek is. I’ve just never watched it.” Cíocha shrugged their shoulders.

“Would you…. Like to?” Hunter felt silly asking a demon, who was currently sharing a body with her, to sit down and watch an episode of a random sci fi series but in all honesty, she wasn’t sure where to take the conversation anyway.

“Sure. I’m in no rush to leave or anything.” Cíocha nodded her head, the two standing up. Hunter found she couldn’t quite tell who’d done it, Cíocha or her. In fact, as they walked around, stepping out of the room and with a snap, killing the candles, Hunter wasn’t sure who was really doing what, unless it was something specific.

Hunter called out to the voice command, ‘Computer, Lights!’, something she’d programmed in to sounds like TNG the first chance she’d gotten and watching as the lights around the house flicked on, the two walking, a little more sensually then Hunter was used to, but with her familiar gate, over to the large two seater couch, she draped herself in it without thinking, though found Cíocha happily throwing an arm over the back, lazily enjoying the cozy place with tomboy goth.

With a few more voice commands, Hunter had a certain episode of Voyager pulled up, an early episode where a transporter mishap resulted in two people becoming one, and the two watched as the starship voyager spent an hour going nowhere but somehow getting closer to home, and learning more about each other along the way.

Hunter found she had to explain very little, expecting to have to go into her vast store of esoteric knowledge, but other than a few ‘who’s that?’ ‘is that thing important?’ until Cíocha was pulled into the flow of the show, and the two watched and enjoyed themselves.

With the credits rolling, Hunter felt something rise up in Cíocha’s throat and felt like she knew what was coming, and nodded in encouragement.

“Computer? Uhm, tv off?” Cíocha gave a delighted cheer and clapped her hands, MY HANDS, Hunter reminded herself. Was she already thinking of them as sharing her body? Despite the self doubt and questions, Hunter smiled, blushing a bit about how cute the demon sharing her body was being.

“That was fun. Are there many more episodes?”

“Uh…” Hunter knew she knew this. “A little over 800 episodes now?”

“Not getting through those tonight.” Cíocha stretched their arms above their head, fingers braced.

Hunter delighted in the stretching feeling, as the arms went back further than she’d expected. She’d never been very limber, but something about adding the cute blonde demon to her had changed that. “Well, I mean, I could summon you again.”

“Dooooesn’t really work that way.” Cíocha rolled her eyes. “Unless you're some high ranking muckety muck, and I’m just your cute bimbo demon next door.”

“Oh, um… anyway to… keep you here?” Hunter couldn’t believe she was asking for a way to KEEP a demon with her, but this night was already going far off the rails from what she’d planned.

Cíocha snorted, and Hunter blinked, recognizing it as something she herself did, as it didn’t sound much like something the cute blonde would do. “Well, yeah, but you won’t, especially with us how we are now.”

“Huh?”

Cíocha blinked her lovely dark eyelashes, and Hunter realized for the first time she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and felt a little spike of jealousy, but also a pull into those eyes, and found her own brown orbs leaving Cíocha’s blue ones, and flicking to the cupid’s bow lips Cíocha had pursed.

“You… did notice we’re sharing a body, right?” Cíocha teased, their right hand reaching over to tickle their left side, where Hunter’s head was closest too. The goth tomboy found herself giggling, despite having never felt ticklish before. “If you kept me here, it’d be making that permanent.”

“Ok, valid point. Sharing a body for the rest of my life just so we can do a Star Trek marathon is a bit much.” Hunter pushed the giggles back down, grabbing at Cíocha’s wrist to get her to stop. She didn’t want to say out loud the idea of sharing a body with her lover, sharing every sensation was a dream, or a fetish, come true. “But what’s that have to do with what it’d take to keep you here?”

“Oh, um…” Cíocha tried to nonchalantly look at her nails, still the black Hunter had painted them this morning. “Nothing big really. Just share an… orgasm.”

“Share a… we’d have to cum?”

Cíocha winced, looking a bit embarrassed, her cheeks turning a cute pink briefly. “Well, yeah, I’m a bimbo demon after all.”

“I mean, I guess that makes… wait, would that steal my soul?”

“I swear! Those stupid djinn!” Cíocha’s mood suddenly shifted, and Hunter could feel a heat rise up in their chest, their fingers flexing as if at any moment they might reach out and ring someone’s neck. “Just because they run a rival wish granting organization, they had to run that stupid smear campaign about it costing souls! What would I even do with a soul? Unless we were in love, it’d be like being stuck in a room for all time with someone you hate.”

“…touched a nerve?” Hunter arched an eyebrow, trying to push her famously stoic goth calm into place.

“Ha! Good Tuvok impression.” Cíocha said, pointing to Hunter’s face.

Wait, is that where Hunter had picked that up from? Mr. Spock?

“But yeah, sorry. Don’t need your soul or anything. Being in an ethereal world, everythings kinda misty and lacks substance, so being here… I gotta do something physical to keep my essence here. For me, cumming my brains out and getting my partner to do the same.” Cíocha shrugged again. “And like I said, with the two of us sharing a body? Kinda embarrassing, and it’d mean you being stuck like this, with me.”

‘Something I’m minding less and less the more we talk…’ Hunter thought to herself, getting a perplexed look from Cíocha. “Well, then, wanna just hang out until midnight?”

“Sure.” Cíocha gave a little bounce, their back sitting up a little straighter. “But shouldn’t we go about getting that wish granted first?”

“Wish?”

“You know… the one you summoned me for?” Cíocha hinted. “The candle, the spell. I’m flattered if you just wanted to talk, but humans usually have something in mind before summoning someone from the pits of hell.”

“And what if I did just want to talk?” It came out a bit more flirty then Hunter had meant it, but something about Cíocha, and how Hunter was finding herself feeling about the pretty blonde demon was drawing it out of her.

“Then you picked a very talkative demon.” Cíocha booped Hunter’s nose with one finger, accompanying it with a boop sound effect.

“Oooh,” Hunter leaned them back into the plush couch, trying to play it as nonchalantly as she could. “And what should we talk about?”

“Could do Star Trek…” Cíocha offered, ticking it off of a finger with their other hand. “Or my fav sex positions, since I’m a bimbo demon and all. Ooh, or we can talk about how yummy and fierce that engineer lady was, and sorta wrap the first two together.”

“All good options.” Hunter agreed.

“Oorrrrr you could tell me what you were wanting to wish for.”

“Oh you’re good.” Hunter nodded, as they straightened back up. “Very subtle.”

“Thank you.” Cíocha pretended to not notice the jab. “Let me guess, something about a guy?”

“Got the wrong girl for that.” Hunter pointed to her left wrist, a rainbow bracelet on it.

“A fellow sister!” Cíocha shot Hunter another one of the room filling, beaming smiles she’d only seen one of so far, and felt her heart melt even more. “Hmm, so a girl then?”

“Not any particular one.” ‘Except maybe you.’ Hunter mentally added, before then mentally face palming. “But… yeah. I’m a bit of a… tomboy and was hoping for a demon that could reshape me into something more… feminine?”

“I think you look fantastic.” Cíocha put a gentle, encouraging kiss on Hunter’s jaw. The kiss short circuited Hunter’s brain for a moment, but that it was on her jaw snapped her back hard.

Hunter had always been self conscious about it, how strong a jaw she had. It and her chin gave her an overall masculine appearance to her face that she’d never found as pretty as she wanted it to. In fact, what she was wanting was…

“Th-thanks, but can’t I have a face more like… yours?” Hunter bit her lip, had she really just asked that?

“Aww, thanks luv.” The blonde demon grinned. “But will that really make you happy?”

“I mean… yeah?”

“Ok, look, I get that you want a face like mine because you think it’s pretty, right?”

Hunter nodded.

“Wrong. You want it so it’ll attract a face like mine, because you think my face is pretty so that’s what you’re wanting to attract, not what you’re wanting to have.”

Hunter wanted to let out a whimper. “But how can I attract a girl like yo- a pretty girl if I’m not pretty?”

“You’re plenty pretty.”

“Then why don’t I have a girlfriend.”

Cíocha gave her a look, up and down, but Hunter could feel something deeper in that look. “I’m gonna go with… self confidence.”

“I’ve got plenty of self confidence.” Hunter straightened their… HER shoulders. As a goth, she took pride in her haughty demeanor.

“No, you’ve got self assuredness.” Cíocha corrected her raven haired human friend. “Well earned, I’m sure. But you’re not confident you’re pretty, so you don’t confidently look pretty, so…”

“So no bitches?”

“No bitches.” Cíocha agreed. “Changing your face to look like someone else’s is just going to give you imposter syndrome when you DO land a date, and that’ll kill anything romantic faster than a fat man in a speedo.”

“Hey, some peeps are into that.”

“Not this peep.” Cíocha pointed to herself. “But seriously, trust me, if it’s your face you’re worried about, and you’re wanting to attract a cutie, take it from this cutie, your face is plenty attractive.”

“Oh are you saying you’re attracted to me?” Hunter couldn’t stop herself from the teasing flirt.

Cíocha just blushed and fluttered those dark eye lashes, her blue eyes darting from Hunter’s brown eyes, to Hunter’s black painted lips, to her eyes, back to the lips, halfway to her eyes before flicking away, then back again.

‘So cute!’ Hunter thought for the upteenth time that night about the cute blonde demon. “Ok, ok, I’ll concede my face. But what do you think makes a woman more confident and attractive to other women then?”

“Well, as a consuer of the fairer sex, I’d have to go with…” Cíocha pretended to think about it, even putting a finger to her jaw and giving her head a slight tilt, before Hunter let a snort of laughter through, which started them both laughing.

Once that settled, Cíocha cupped the air in front of them, miming a decently large chest. “For confidence, this bimbo demon has got to say start with the boobs.”

“Oh, do you have a nice pair?” Hunter tried to make it as nonchalant as possible, but could feel Cíocha’s grin shining on her.

“Like the kind you only dream of, girly.” Cíocha teased. “Wanna start with something small and fun, like an F-cup?”

“An F-cup is small to you?”

“A K-cup is small to me.” Cíocha pretended to flick a bit of invisible dust off Hunter’s black wranglers.

“So how big would you want me?” Hunter asked, earning a look from Cíocha. “Hypothetically, if I was your girlfriend.”

“IF you were my girlfriend?” Cíocha put some extra emphasis on the if, as if testing out the girlfriend word for the first time. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to scare you or anything, but I do love mega boobs on a girl.”

“How mega?” Hunter felt a hunger starting to build in herself. She had been intending to ask for boobs. If she’d failed at summoning a demon, she even had a few thousand put away to see if a doctor could do what a summoning ritual hadn’t, but now she was wondering just how much of a boob hound the blonde was.

“At least as big as mine.”

“And how big are yours?”

“I didn’t bring any pictures.”

“Then you’ll just have to grow mine out until they’re the same size and shape as yours.” Hunter felt like she was playing with fire, but wanted to flirt and tease the demon that much more.

“Oh I guess I’ll have to do just that.” Cíocha flexed their fingers, a wicked gleam coming to her blue eyes before…

Before it suddenly went away, the talon-like claws she’d bent their hands into went limp.

“What?” Hunter reached up with a hand, cupping Cíocha’s cheek, and turning her head gently back towards the goth girl.

“I… I was just getting excited.” Cíocha said. “You don’t… really want boobs as big as mine. I’m silly big. Even other demons make fun of me and-.”

And suddenly they were kissing. At first just Hunter’s hand on Cíocha’s cheek, but soon they wrapped their arms around their shoulders in a self hug, hungrily, desperately kissing each other. It was Hunter’s first kiss, and she knew in an instant, every kiss she shared with another woman after this was going to be judged against Cíocha’s lips, and found wanting.

Cíocha was just as happy with the kisses from Hunter as well, blushing and falling into little pecks and tongue twisters, and full on face sucking, showing and sharing every kind of kiss as she could with Hunter before the goth girl and demon cutie came up for air, panting together with their shared lungs on the couch.

“W0w.” Hunter said, almost expecting to breathe out some smoke from that makeout session.

“Yeah…” Cíocha blushed.

“That was amazing.”

“Awww, thanks.” Cíocha gave Hunter a peck on the jaw again, the raven haired woman going ahead and letting the thrill of the touch of the demon’s soft lips against her hard jaw pass through her this time. “You’re pretty hot stuff yourself. And that means something coming from-…”

“From a bimbo demon?” Hunter tried to imitate Cíocha, but the demon had a ‘not quite British’ way of speaking. Irish maybe?

“Look, I’m serious. I’m starting to… to feel some things here, and I don’t want to scare you off with my big balloons and-.”

Hunter could feel how this was going and quickly pushed her lips against Cíocha’s, quieting the suddenly vulnerable demon girl, and feeling the two melt into a loving kiss again.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I want to see more of you, know more of you, not just this cute head that’s popped out of my shoulders.” Hunter found herself booping Cíocha’s nose, like the blonde had done to her earlier, something she would never have done before tonight. “So take this in all the heartfelt sincerity that I mean it. Cíocha, show me your damn tits.”

Cíocha's face went crimson, her eyes wide as she looked away from Hunter, embarrassed and yet also feeling suddenly useless but turned on at the goth tomboy’s choice of words.

“Well?” Hunter asked after just enough time to really make the blonde feel silly.

Cíocha screamed through her nose. “Ok. Fine. But I warned you. Best tits in hell, coming up!”

With a swish of both hands, Hunter felt something change within her. A power, and a pleasure she’d only vaguely felt before, as her black tank top started growing beneath her sharp, long nose. She looked down that sharp point, watching in awe as a pair of tits she’d never even had to wear a bra to support suddenly grew to grapefruits.

Big, sensitive grapefruits. Round and tight, and as their hands caressed them, electrifying in the most sensual and sexual of ways. Both heads moaned as Hunter and Cíocha felt themselves flooded with sensation.

But the happy tits weren’t done growing yet.

Bigger and bigger they grew, rounder and staying tight and firm. Hunter wanted to ask why, but got it a moment later. Bimbo demon, it all had to look like a choice, even if a demon never needed plastic surgery. It was like Cíocha’s nose, in that way. Something that looked like a crafted work of art, not for beauty, but for lust and to broadcast what her body was designed for, built for. It was like having a tattoo, something Hunter had a few of herself.

That blast of understanding came with a growth spurt and Hunter felt lucky to hang on to the sudden insight as they surpassed volleyballs, basketballs, and moved into beachballs, the big round kind that kids overinflate at the pool and roll off of… But these were far nicer, and oh so wonderful to touch. Hunter was whimpering as Cíocha chanted ‘yes, YES!’ with raising tempo and volume until they finally ‘maxed out’ the shirt’s capacity, the straps on the black tank top snapping and popping their breasts free into the open room, filling their lap despite having their back straight, nipples atop areolas as wide as dinner plates, pointed straight at the TV.

“That was…” Hunter panted, trying to catch her breath, and trying to push down what had almost been an orgasmic experience before she felt like diving a few fingers into her wranglers and making it literal instead of figurative. Then she felt an ice seize her art, a fear that didn’t come from her. It came from… “Amazing! That was amazing! And these are amazing! And wonderful!”

“You’re scared of them.” Cíocha sniffed, sounding like she was about to cry. ‘Feeling like she was about to cry,’ Hunter realized.

“I’m scared that if I touch them I won’t be able to resist reaching to our nipples, giving them a good tug, and making this permanent.” Hunter groaned. “I want to touch them so badly, to dive into a kiss with you and show you just how I love my nips to be treated, and beg you to show me how you like yours pinched and played with to give you the most delight.”

“A-and?” Cíocha sniffed again, but Hunter could tell the tears weren’t quite as ready to fall now.

“And I want to feel us… share that. Like this.” She kissed Cíocha then, a soft loving kiss. “I… I don’t want to be separate girlfriends with you, I want us to date and share our body, every sensation, knowing that every touch and caress is one we share, and I want to do it now. I Lov-.”

A sudden finger, her own, was at her lips, Cíocha blushing crimson. “Don’t. Don’t say it. I’m not ready yet. We just met tonight. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You don’t know-.”

Hunter took command of the finger and put it into her mouth, sucking on it, bringing a mewling, panting sound from Cíocha. “I know. I know this is crazy.”

“It’s the tits. You’re tit crazy. You just want my tits.” Cíocha smacked the side of one, regretting it a moment later as instead of a sharp pain, the pair of women felt their pussy tremble. “You get turned on by pain?”

“You get turned on by tickles.” Hunter countered. “And yeah, I’m goth. A little pain kinda gets my motor humming.”

“Oh my gosh that’s so hot.” Cíocha took control of both hands and covered her face, though they could both feel the heat from her cheeks. After a moment, she spread her fingers and peaked out at Hunter through them. “You’re serious though, aren’t you?”

“I really, really want to… I don’t know… date you? While sharing a body?”

Cíocha whimpered. “You’re crazy. I’m crazy. This is crazy!”

“It’s also 11:30.” Hunter pointed out.

“You… It’s… We’ll be stuck!”

“I can think of worse fates, can’t you?” Hunter kissed the hand covering Cíocha’s mouth, feeling the other woman, the demon she reminded herself, tremble at the touch. “But can you think of any better?”

“No!” Cíocha shouted suddenly, their arms shifting to hug their ribs, under their huge round boobies, as the two women came together in another kiss.

The kiss didn’t stop as they eased themselves to the floor, or when they undid the tight wranglers and slid them off the tight ass and strong thighs Hunter’s frequent workouts had given her. It didn’t stop when they caressed up under their breasts, even when they found Hunter’s abs, and Cíocha moaned into her mouth and trembled at the touch of the hard muscles she found there. It didn’t even stop when they slid first one, then two, then several more fingers into their shared pussy, and started workign it only a very frustrated lesbian goth, and a very horny bimbo demon knew how to.

In fact, only one thing stopped the kiss.

Their first orgasm.

They managed to keep kissing through the second, and had become pros at maintaining a kiss through an earth shaking orgasm as they counted their tenth just as the chimes said midnight.

“I didn’t program the smartbox to do that.” Hunter said when she came up for air.

“Shut up and keep kissing me!” Cíocha demanded.

Hunter grinned at her lover, her girlfriend, her little demon fucktoy, and quickly freed a hand from the clutches of their pussy long enough to lick her fingers clean. She wanted Cíocha to taste their juices when next they kissed.

Which was right away, of course.

~Happy Halloween