The Demon's Dilemma

Intro

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"Fuck...fuck oh mother of fucking fuck." Madeline really needed some more fucking curse words in her vocabulary. "How in the hell?" She giggled to herself. "Shit, there is no time to laugh at stupid jokes Madeline!" She scolded herself like her older sister would have done. "How in the world did I end up doing this? Why oh fucking why did I make a deal with a demon?"

But demons aren't real right? At least not physical ones! Everyone has a few demons that torment them, like depression, drug abuse, laziness, coffee addiction, or the uncontrollable impulse to smell every single candle in the store before you leave! But, no, not those kinds of demons, we're talking about real living, breathing demons. Do demons need to breathe? And are they living or undead? Madeline shook her head. She would have to find out later...if there was a later. "How did I get myself into this situation? Why did I get myself into this situation?" She asked herself. She had always thought of herself as a better person than this. She couldn't believe that she was being swayed into the occult.

Madeline was in her second year of college, she didn't have a major yet but there was still time to decide. Life was pretty dull for her until she met Asher. She thought that he was just another hot douche of a jock who had chosen her as his victim of the day. BOY! Was she wrong!

His name was Asher. Madeline couldn't understand the simplicity of his stupid name. Like what the hell kind of name was Asher for demon? Oh haha, you live in a volcanic hellscape full of mother fucking ASH! So funny...

She turned the corner to peek into her bedroom, where he was sprawled out on her bed. Madeline's eyes drifted up from his cloven hooves. A light shiver ran over her spine as it still freaked her out a bit that he didn't have human feet. But human everything else. Thick black fur covered his legs and trimmed his crotch. It made her think that he was wearing a loincloth made of his own fur. Her heart was already in a tissy as she looked past his junk and her eyes move up further. Her eyes drew upwards towards his hard abs. They were bathed in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. Broad chest muscles heaved in time with his breathing. His square jaw clenched tight as his rich blue eyes stared intently at the ceiling. Pondering who knows what. Madeline felt weak in the knees. He always gave her this kind of reaction. One driven by lust.

'Fuck...' She thought as she stepped away from the door. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She clutched at the pounding thunder in her chest. 'I should back away before he knows I'm here.' She had to get a handle on her thoughts. And why there was a sexy demon man lying on her bed. The events that had led her to this moment began to replay in her mind's eye.