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Ruby - the real, human Ruby - was not dead yet. She registered this through touch; cold, glossy floorboards pressing against her hands, her legs, her back. She registered it through her sight, her eyes taking in a stippled, graphite-grey ceiling, dampened by the early morning light. She registered it through the dry, swollen feeling of her tongue, and the ache at the base of her head; the former from dehydration, and the latter probably from initial impact with the ground. Ruby evidently had basic human needs, and a mortal, breathing body, but though she was not dead, she hadn’t been alive for some time.
Her soul was flattened like paper. She had been a prisoner in Plato’s cave, capable only of watching the shadows of life dance; her selfhood Schrödinger's cat, trapped in a limbo of subsistence and decay while encased in the demon’s willpower. Although finally freed from the monster, Ruby’s autonomy did not feel renewed. She had lain there watching the ceiling shift from an atramentous black through violet to a weary grey over the course of many hours. She did not remember how to think or to move - or rather, she did not remember how to harness the motivation. While she waited, no one came.
Ironically, the first glimmer of Ruby’s free will returning was marked by an internal voice that was not her own - an illusory echo of the demon’s.
The demon had occupied her for nigh eleven months, towing her from Illinois to Ohio to Colorado to Indiana, in pursuit of a hunter named Sam Winchester, the purported Antichrist tasked with breaking the final seal to commence the biblical end of the world.
Ruby knew this, as she knew the demon’s mind far better than her own. Not only had she been a helpless observer of the demon’s thoughts and emotions for the span of possession, but the creature had, in a twisted display of dominance, talked Ruby through its intentions whenever they were alone. Though she could not respond at the time, it was perhaps due to the demon’s mocking injunctions (incidentally regarding Ruby as her own person) that she was able to preserve a skerrick of personal identity.
"It’s time to get up, my pet," said her imagined recreation of the demon.
The fingers of Ruby’s left hand twitched, and she latched onto the sensation, finding an impulse to replicate the movement. Upon first moving her arm, Ruby’s capability drove terror through her heart like an ice pick. Though only a small gesture, the underlying responsibility to act and choose from an indeterminate array of possibilities suddenly weighed devastatingly. But, as is necessary for all existential pains, the intensity passed swiftly, and a gratitude for such selfish feelings burst from its seed.
Pushing up onto her elbows, Ruby surveyed the room from a new angle. She was in a standard suburban bungalow with sage-green walls and mahogany floors and furniture. A dark splatter marred the hardwood to her right, which she numbly recalled as the blood of Dean Winchester, Sam’s brother. His body was gone, and so was Sam.
The events of the previous day were cementing themselves in her mind. She had, as the demon, accompanied Sam and Dean to the town of New Harmony (posing as an ally), where Lilith - the mother of all demons - had lured them by theatrically tormenting a couple through possession of their ten year-old child.
Oh. Lilith.
The recollection of it entering her body made her viscerally recoil.
The memory began with her moving past a fruit bowl, filled with oranges, in the kitchen – It was funny how her most grotesque memories were decorated with mundane details. She had been running alongside the brothers, away from the hell hounds chasing Dean. Then she glanced at the oranges, and was hit with the sensation of being peeled inside out.
This was the best way Ruby could conceive of it. In an instant, cold chills had flooded her body and the breath was snatched from her lungs as everything twisted wrongly inside. Her heart seemed to inflate (in a pressure pump way, not a warm and fuzzy grinch way), and her intestines crammed up against it, making room for something new. Most troublingly, the little something at her centre that comprised her subsisting-decaying self began to fall out as the acerbic presence of the former demon was lifted away, and replaced by Lilith’s heavy, cavernous numen.
Lilith was old; old as the ocean, and abjectly apathetic. If the former demon rubbed against her soul like liquor and sand, Lilith was a hydraulic press. With every marionettic jerk - Ruby’s body wielded forcefully against Sam and Dean - her somatic awareness of the motions grew weaker.
As much as Ruby may have been the unluckiest person in the world to end up in this situation, she was also perhaps the luckiest when Lilith abandoned her body as Sam moved to run his knife through her. Any millisecond later and she felt sure her spirit would have been snuffed out, or her heart punctured. But Lilith poured out of her with the same wrenching at her centre, and she had woken up here.
Her emotions were corresponding to her thoughts now, giving a pleasant impression of control that made Ruby feel closer to alive. The main emotion making itself known was hatred. Not a hatred for Lilith - She was far too immutable to hate, like natural disasters, or death itself - but a hatred for the first, lesser demon, the one that had taken her name, and pulled her so far from her old life that the name they shared was all she could remember.
After feeling nothing of her own for so long, the passion ached like a fire. Once accustomed to physical action, Ruby found it easier to act on her feelings than it had likely ever been, as there was no social web that she remembered to hold her in place; no family, no friends, no job, no home. A frustrating blank slate. One clear course presented itself to her, and she was nearly high on freedom.
A few minutes of stalking through the house revealed an office with a chunky grey desktop, tangled in wires and with the password conveniently sticky-tabbed to its screen.
A quick google search revealed that a dozen young men had gone missing in Pontiac, Illinois, over the past day - a mere four hour’s drive from Ruby’s current location. It was unclear whether the activity was demonic; the account was scant on details regarding the victims’ last sightings, times of disappearances, and witness reports. However, where suspicious disappearances took place, Sam Winchester was certain to investigate, and the demon would follow.
Raking through the suburban kitchen, Ruby was irritated to discover that all the cutlery was colourful plastic - healthy for the child’s development, she supposed, but sorely lacking in the iron concentration suited to disposing of demons. Most sharp, steel objects had been hidden, either by the parents or Lilith. However, Ruby managed to locate a stainless-steel knife sharpening rod and table salt shaker.
She grabbed an orange to go.
Taking advantage of the demon’s muscle memory with regard to carjacking, Ruby wired the (hopefully) inconspicuous-looking blue corolla parked around the block, and was on her way. "See? You appreciated having me in control," mused another remnant of the demon’s head-voice; Ruby shook off the thought. She busied herself on the long, straight drive by musing over who she may have been before the possession. A struggling liberal arts student? A good christian girl? A farmhouse bumpkin? No, not that, her hands were too soft.
A memory leapt into her head unbidden. Under dim, yellow motel lighting, the demon circled a finger over her palm, tracing a line up to her shoulder with the other hand. "You’re a soft, pretty thing, aren't you?" Her own voice spoke to her, but with a deeper, throatier intonation. "Haven't had a tough day in your life… I am going to have so much fun here." The nails bore into her shoulder, evoking a strangely intense, tickling sensation. "But don't worry my pet, I’ll take care of you too."
Ruby refocused her mind onto the road ahead. What form would the demon have acquired now? Currently, it was nothing but a vocal inflection and stinging presence to her. Attempts to envision its new vessel produced only amorphous grey clouds in her mind, and an unpleasant cocktail of emotions conjunct with the idea of the thing selecting another body made her quickly shut down the mental exploration.
Instead, she imagined the weight of the sharpening rod as she drove it into a formless mass, an unnamed flesh, its agony holding a mirror to her own. Heat rose in her face and her pulse quickened. She calmed herself with a swig from an old, mildew-y water bottle in the car door.
When Ruby passed the welcome sign to Pontiac, the sky was purpling and the temperature growing brisk. She pulled into the nearest motel and booked a room for one night, paying with a fortuneous wad of cash found in the corolla’s dashboard.
The room itself was dingy, with a black rot that clung to the corners and dribbled down into caricatures of stalactites. A cold light hummed and flickered, making ghastly shadows of a little table and chair (the only furniture aside from the single bed), while coarse curtains flailed at the window, the awning left open. Ruby marched to the sill to shut out the wind -
Sulfur residue.
Snapping back to face the room, Ruby’s throat met with a serrated blade. The woman who held it was incrementally shorter, with chestnut tresses and dark, doe eyes. However, something about the glint in those eyes and the curve of her full lips betrayed her identity to Ruby immediately. "So nice to see you again, sweetheart," the demon drawled with a soft lisp, tightening delicate fingers around the knife’s hilt in a way that made the muscles of her forearms jump out - a sharp juxtaposition with her saccharine facade.
The vessel did throw Ruby off guard. Although she hadn’t been able to envision what body the demon would appear in, she’d harboured a vague inclination that it would be something rough, grotesque… unattractive. Besides, the host was innocent. Ruby’s fantasy of plunging her own knife into that smooth, rising breast seemed abruptly vulgar.
Another concern was that all the choice words she had been eager to hurl dried up in her throat. Ruby had been expecting to find the demon, not for the demon to find her. She wasn’t prepared. It made her feel something strange to think that she - no, it - had diverged from its mission to see her again.
"What are you doing here?" Ruby managed. "Who are you?" She followed up, louder.
The thing smiled, licking its lips and trailing the knife lightly from Ruby’s chin to her collarbone. "Ruby," It condescended affectionately, glancing up through thick eyelashes. "Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me already? I’m hurt."
"What’s your real name?" Ruby cried, backing up against the window. The monster followed, pressing Ruby hard against the frame, its free hand grazing Ruby’s waist as it reached behind to shut the casements. Ruby was fleetingly surprised by how warm and gentle the fingers felt.
The demon sheathed its knife, inclining its head and tucking a strand behind its dainty ear coyly. "You can call me Kristy," it teased. "It would get confusing if we were both Ruby."
At this maddening statement, Ruby gathered her wits and snatched the sharpening rod from her back pocket, lunging towards 'Kristy' with as much force and speed as she could. Still, seemingly without a sliver of effort, Kristy slipped to the side and caught Ruby by the throat, slamming her back against the wall with a strength that made the adjacent window rattle.
As Ruby flailed, Kristy used its other arm to pin Ruby’s equipped hand low against the wall. The demon cocked its head and smiled in a way that Ruby would call affectionate if she didn’t know better. The monster licked its lips and moaned softly, leaning in to whisper in Ruby’s ear. "I love it when you resist me. It’s adorable." Ruby had to avert her gaze, blushing furiously as Kristy’s eyes burned into hers from so close.
"Let me go, you coldhearted bitch!" Ruby half-screamed, half-pleaded, her resolve faltering as the full reality of how ill-prepared she was to confront this supernatural entity dawned on her.
Kristy shushed her bemusedly, but slid her hand from Ruby’s throat down to her sternum, continuing to restrain her against the wall with the one hand while allowing her to speak more easily. The demon squeezed painfully on the wrist it had trapped, causing Ruby to gasp and drop the sharpening rod.
"I could do whatever I want to you, you are so, pathetically weak." Kristy crooned, leaning in threateningly close again, breath tickling Ruby’s ear. "But I don't want to fight you."
She alleviated the pressure on Ruby’s wrist and snaked her hand up to thread it through Ruby’s dishevelled blonde hair, separating the wavy strands with careful precision. Her delicate fingertips left a trail of gooseflesh up Ruby’s arm and across her collarbone, reminding Ruby of the other time in the yellow-lit motel… she shook the memory from her head angrily. The motion caused a stinging sensation along her scalp, and adrenaline mixed with something strange shot through Ruby’s system, pooling in the pit of her stomach.
Kristy chuckled lightly as Ruby’s breath hitched. "Aww, you like that?" The demon tilted her chin down to accentuate the vessel’s gorgeous eyes, batting her eyelashes and pouting in mock innocence and sympathy. "Did you come looking for me? Did you miss your owner?" White-hot rage and shame bubbled up, impelling Ruby to thrash her head to the side, catching Kristy’s finger in her mouth and biting down hard.
"Ow!" Kristy recoiled, reflexively letting go with both hands and giving Ruby the opportunity to bolt for the door.
But Ruby had barely taken three bounds in the right direction before Kristy was yanking her by the hair, dragging her back towards the bed. Ruby once again struggled with all her might, to no avail - Kristy pulled Ruby to face her and wrapped her slender, toned arms around Ruby's waist, picking her up while she kicked and screamed. The back of Ruby’s thigh smacked into the coffee table, sending it careening out of the way, and then there was nothing between them and the bed.
Kristy pushed Ruby down into a seated position, then used the unshakable grip on her waist to leverage Ruby onto her stomach. Before the girl could try to fight back again, Kristy planted her thighs on either side of Ruby’s waist, warm and heavy.
"Wow, Ruby. You've even got my heart rate up." she jeered, taking a few exaggerated breaths, her whole chest rising and falling, mouth open in a perfect 'O' before curving back into a smirk. "You really are something." Kristy’s eyes narrowed and she pressed her ass tightly against Ruby’s lower back, crawling leisurely down until her breasts grazed Ruby’s shoulder blades. Her mouth resumed a husky whisper against Ruby’s neck and hair.
"Now, Ruby," the demon sighed, voice dripping with indulgent exasperation as the woman proceeded to wriggle and buck her hips, trying her damnedest to throw off the brute. Ruby’s jaw was clenched hard enough to chip as she simultaneously focussed on steadying her breathing - there was no reason that the abomination saying her name should have such a peculiar effect on her respiration. "Don't waste your breath screaming," The monster continued. "I killed everyone in the hotel to make sure I could have you. You should be flattered."
"Go to hell!" Ruby cried, her voice muffled into the motel’s plush bedding as Kristy pressed down harder with her pelvis, trying to placate Ruby with more gentle shushing noises.
"It's okay, it's okay," The demon soothed, using her silken hands to knead into the back of Ruby’s thigh where her leg had collided with the coffee table in their tussle - almost tenderly, if Ruby didn't know better. Kristy then recommenced lazily ghosting her fingertips up and down Ruby’s arms, which were balled into fists at her sides. "Just relax. I know why you're really upset." Playful amusement entered her tone again.
"I'm upset because you stole my life! You puppeted my body for a year!" Ruby barked out. A sense of fear at whatever Kristy was about to say had gripped her and somewhat restored her composure, in spite of the odd, tingling signals Kristy’s motions were sending to her abdomen.
"No," the demon chastised, actually irritated this time. "Don't be so dramatic - it wasn't even a year. You’re really upset because you're confused, jealous, afraid - afraid to go there with a demon. But you want to." She returned her hands to Ruby’s wrists to preemptively quell her protests, and trailed the tip of her nose from the nape of Ruby’s neck up to the small, exposed patch of skin behind her ear, lips brushing the area.
To Ruby’s horror, a groan escaped her own throat. What had the demon done to cross her wires so bad? Kristy grinded her hips down again, encouraged. "That's my girl." With a Herculean effort, Ruby resisted the urge to arch her back in reciprocation. "Come on, baby." Kristy goaded, but Ruby remained impassive - the most rebellious she could be under the circumstances.
The demon abruptly took notice of the bead of blood that was forming on her finger from Ruby’s previous attack, and made an amused snort. She paused her ministrations and sat back up, slowly sucking the blood off her finger with a wet pop. "I didn't take you for a biter," she confessed quietly. "Even after being inside you for so long." Her fingers tiptoed up Ruby’s spine, causing more unwelcome tingles to shoot down Ruby’s body. Kristy’s voice took on an edge. "I’ll have to punish you for that."
The demon lowered her head back down and languidly sunk her teeth into the soft, vulnerable skin she had just been nuzzling. Ruby cried out at the sharp burn, and Kristy just as slowly peeled her lips back, leaving a trail of glistening saliva. "It's only fair," she taunted sweetly.
Suddenly, Kristy was lifting her weight from the woman and flipping her over by her hipbones. Resettling on Ruby’s thighs, the demon dragged her eyes down Ruby’s body, dark and half-lidded with lust. The intensity of the look caused Ruby to deflect the demon’s gaze again, heat creeping up the side of her neck and colouring her face. Kristy sighed with satisfaction at the view, beginning to instinctively move her hips in small circles of pleasure. "You’re just delicious. I can't wait to have my way with you."
"What do you want?" Ruby demanded weakly, her voice coarse from all the screaming. "Please don't hurt me," She added, the last of the indignation that fuelled her revenge mission fizzling out.
"Do I have to spell it out? Like I said, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to help you." Kristy lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I know you were thinking about our time together in that motel - I'm a demon; I read minds. We had such fun together, didn't we? Do you remember what happened next?"
Ruby was unable to push the memory to the side any longer. Her mind flicked back to the feeling of the demon piloting her own clean, pink nails - tracing them down her arms, then lower, caressing her stomach, thighs… a steady finger, stroking a feather-light line between her labia.
"I just want my life back!" Ruby yelled, overwhelmed by the spark of emotion that the memory conjured.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Retorted Kristy, tilting her head again with that deceptively earnest, doe-eyed stare and upturned lips. "Your memories are not returning because your emotions are not at full strength. You think you're in control because you're feeling all this anger, but you're not. There are other feelings waiting to be brought back."
Kristy reached out and took one of Ruby’s hands between hers, squeezing it in another surprisingly warm and tender gesture. Her fingers were longer, cuticles whiter and nails sharper than Ruby’s own. Kristy’s voice softened; grave, imploring. "I can't imagine how hard Lilith must have been on your body - your soul. I'm so sorry. I never wanted this vessel to come to any harm. Come on, Ruby - Let me help bring you back to life."
The last of Ruby’s resolve dissipated. She was forced to admit, even to herself, that she didn't want to kill the demon anymore - not at all.
"Why would I trust you?" Ruby asked slowly.
"What choice do you have?" The demon countered. "Besides, you know me." Unsettlingly, Ruby believed it.
In the silence that lapsed, Kristy crossed her arms and pulled the grey singlet she wore up over her head, flinging it to the floor. Her dark hair fell in tumbles over her bare shoulders. Her breasts were slightly spilling out of a black lacy bra, full and a touch pink from the pressure. The curves of her stomach looked soft and smooth and perfect -
Ruby swallowed loudly, confronted again by the intensity of the unidentified emotion flaring up. She felt an intrusive ache in her vagina, and an absurd urge to bite into that pale, pillowy flesh captured in Kristy’s lingerie. As if reading her thoughts - probably actually reading her thoughts - Kristy smiled sweetly, a dimple popping in her rosy cheek. "You can have it, Ruby. It's what I'm here for. Give in. Let me take care of you."
Like a rubber band snapping, Ruby's restraint broke. She scrambled to her knees and clasped Kristy tightly by the waist, massaging the cool, pliant skin there; the taut muscle underneath. Kristy pressed back against her, subtly rolling her hips into Ruby’s hands. After a beat taken to steel her nerves, Ruby inhaled sharply and pressed her lips to the demon’s. The kiss was tame and close-mouthed at first, Kristy allowing Ruby to take the initiative, parting her moist lips and deepening the kiss with sloppy, unpracticed tongue. Once she did, Ruby registered with a dull shock that the demon was shivering against her.
It struck her that the monster was used to taking what she wanted, whenever she wanted it - yet here she was (despite her prior tantalising words), quiet and patient for Ruby’s sake, lips trembling with desire and restraint. Gratitude and a hungry curiosity flooded Ruby. She began lapping at Kristy's mouth without abandon, hot and wet and messy. She was rewarded with a string of desperate, guttural groans, coming out of Ruby in bursts harmonious to the undulation of their bodies. Each sound fuelled the new fantasy that was piecing together in Ruby’s mind.
Ruby pulled back from the kiss, and Kristy interpreted the act as further reluctance. The physical sensations had been eroding her aggravating flippancy, revealing a spark of genuine insecurity in those lush, gleaming eyes. "Since I figured you're not into threesomes - this girl is about as sentient as garage concrete." Kristy waved down at her own figure. "Coma patient. We’re all alone in here."
Ruby recognised underneath the flirtatious remark a more serious implication - that Kristy was done dragging around unwilling bodies. It meant more to her than she could put into words. A thought crystallised in her mind that maybe it wasn't only her own emotions being repaired. Instead of replying, she cupped the demon’s flushed cheek and kissed her again, entwining her own fingers with Kristy’s cocoa locks and tugging experimentally. Kristy threw her head back and gave a shuddering whimper, less performative than before, her face screwed up and eyes shut tight in gratification. A trickle of sweat ran down the demon’s throat from the heat and friction of their interplay, and as if possessed - pardon the metaphor - Ruby bent over and licked a stripe from Kristy's cleavage up to her chin, relishing in the salty, tangy flavour. She brought her free hand down to the button on Kristy’s black jeans and gave it an impatient tug.
Understanding now that she didn't have to hold back anymore, a rakish smile returned to Kristy's features. She bounced off the bed, swiftly shucking off the combat boots and jeans while wiggling her ass in Ruby’s direction, giving her a full view of Kristy’s shapely, peaches-and-cream cheeks, nestled against a lacy black g-string to match the bra. Kristy glanced back with those huge, luminous eyes, biting her lower lip coquettishly, and Ruby resisted a maniacal urge to seize Kristy and start pounding against her. Instead, she shifted to the edge of the bed, kicking off her own sneakers and stripping off her jeans before spreading her thighs for Kristy to ride.
But rather than immediately crawl back onto Ruby, Kristy walked over to the motel’s minuscule kitchen area, silent and graceful as a cat. She plucked the orange from the countertop that Ruby had planned for an evening snack, and waltzed back to Ruby’s lap with a wink and a teasing squeeze of her breast. Ruby was tense with nerves and practically drooling from arousal. She dug her nails into the fleshy sides of Kristy’s hips and her ass as the demon tentatively settled her weight back onto Ruby, positioned atop the girl’s thighs and laying her legs out straight onto the bed behind. Kristy proceeded to tear off the orange’s rind - discarding the ribbons onto the motel floor - and punctured the fruit with her canines. Sweet juice smeared over her lips and jaw, dribbling down her neck and onto her breasts and stomach and thighs as if in slow-motion.
Ruby hastened to slurp up the liquid, burying her face into Kristy’s stomach and mouthing upwards, nibbling at the sensitive skin. Kristy whined and hissed through gritted teeth, almost choking as she swallowed down her bite. With her hand unencumbered by the orange, Kristy clawed at Ruby’s scalp and the nape of her neck, encouraging the girl’s services. Ruby paused at Kristy’s breasts, wrapping her arms around the demon to unhook her bra. Casting it beside the orange peel, Ruby grasped Kristy’s breasts greedily, licking and sucking at her nipples until they formed hard peaks. Kristy gave a loud, desperate moan, thighs twitching.
The motion gave Ruby an idea and she lowered her head back down while angling Kristy’s pussy towards her by the grip on her hips. She began suckling at the juice that had spilled down onto Kristy’s inner thighs, enjoying the soft give, and the litany of cries Kristy let loose. Soon, though, her neck strained from the posture, and Ruby was forced to straighten back into a sitting position. Before the demon could compose herself, Ruby grazed a finger over the thin fabric covering the slit of Kristy’s vulva.
The spot was slick, her pussy clearly plump and swollen from arousal under the skimpy underwear. Kristy cried out again and arched her back, ropes of muscle in her legs popping out as her body contracted. Moving her spare hand to Kristy’s thigh to hold her still, Ruby used her index finger to pull Kristy's underwear to the side, then slowly pushed between her labia.
The finger slid in with satisfying ease, hugged by the walls of Kristy’s vagina and welcomed by her arousal fluid. Ruby began to pump in and out, tentatively exploring the ridges within, her finger gradually immersing deeper and curling tightly up towards Kristy's cervix. The demon reflexively thrust her hips, pointing her toes and panting wildly. Kristy’s moans mingled with obscene squelching sounds from the viscous fluid leaking over Ruby’s knuckles as she pumped.
Ruby could barely maintain a rhythm with new emotions overpowering her; an urge - an urge to make Kristy come apart; to taste it, and an antsy desperation for contact against her own pussy, which was weeping with the desire to be touched. Like before, Kristy seemed to read her mind, because she interlocked her fingers with the hand fucking her and slowly wrenched it back with a slick pop. As Kristy brought the finger up to her mouth and sucked her own wetness from it - hollowing her cheeks in a way that made Ruby catch her breath - Kristy wriggled her hips inward until their stomachs touched and her hot pussy pressed against Ruby’s underwear.
Ruby was pushed almost onto her back, propped up on her forearms and watching Kristy rub up against her. She was going dumb from the way Kristy's open arousal was soaking through her own underwear. "Take my underwear off," she managed to gasp out. "Please hurry."
Kristy flashed Ruby a mischievous grin and dragged the woman’s underwear down using her forefinger and middle finger. With an echo of the roughness and control she had exhibited earlier, the demon then tore off Ruby’s leather jacket and grey t-shirt, leaving her in a plain white bra, shaking with vulnerability and anticipation.
The air was shockingly cool against the moisture between Ruby’s legs. She became aware of the floating feeling of her spread legs still dangling off the side of the mattress, the joint sensations like an out-of-body experience. Before Ruby had time to stew in self-consciousness, Kristy straddled her, pushing her fully back against the bed and wedged between Kristy’s open legs splayed out behind her. Kristy further fixed her there with a flat palm laid gently against her chest - those sharp, white nails tickling Ruby’s sternum.
Then Kristy inched forward and slotted her pussy firmly against Ruby’s, the slippery proof of their passions mixing with an encompassing squish. The feeling Ruby’s body had been aching for was upon her - she exhaled explosively as Kristy gave another thirsty moan, jerking her hips eagerly so that their folds slid against each other, leaky holes kissing, engorged clitorises nudging with a spark of nerves. Ruby gripped Kristy’s thighs and pulled her in harder, quickening their pace so that their clitorises rubbed together almost unbearably, only soothed by their profuse lubrication. Ruby shut her eyes in pleasure and concentration, chasing a sweet spot that was somehow immensely fulfilling and excruciatingly not enough.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Kristy whined, mouth falling open and tongue loose against her bottom lip. Ruby grunted in acknowledgment, grinding faster and more vigorously, breasts bobbing. Their labia now enveloped each other’s perfectly, sensitive clits nuzzling with each thrust. Kristy’s ass slapped softly against the inside of Ruby’s thighs, rippling slightly from the impact and sounding with a repeated smack as their sweat and slick-covered skin collided. The intimacy of their many points of contact, of their private fluids exchanging, filled Ruby with a palpable and frenzied affection. She grabbed a fistful of Kristy's hair and yanked her head close so that their heavy-lidded eyes locked fiercely, ragged breaths misting each other’s faces in tandem with the ebb and flow of their bodies. The tension inside Ruby was escalating rapidly towards climax, her realm of focus narrowing to the deep ache inside of her and the sharp pleasure in her clitoris. Her stomach muscles began to jump, and she could see from the way that Kristy’s eyes clouded over that she was just as close.
Ruby couldn't let it end like this. With great self-control, she released Kristy's hair and moved the hand to Kristy’s lower belly to still her, holding her pussy at a distance while waiting for her oscillations to peeter out. Kristy finally lulled with a whimper, thighs stiff and trembling. She tilted her head at Ruby with a quizzical, pleading gaze. Ruby was hit with how fragile and unimposing - how human - the demon suddenly looked.
"I'm still angry with you for taking over my life." Ruby explained in a calm, cold tone, disjunct from her inner state. "I can't let you take control over my body anymore." The woman prodded the demon off her, rising from the bed and approaching the window with a forced slowness. To Kristy's credit, she stayed put and un-protesting as Ruby picked up the sharpening rod from where it lay by the window, turning it over in her hands.
"It's my turn to be inside you." Ruby said with a suppressed smile. The demon’s dewy lips fell open, pupils blown wide, before her mouth quirked into a shy beam. How adorable, Ruby thought. She sank back onto the bed on both knees, placing the rod beside her, then manoeuvred Kristy into a vertical orientation on her back by teasingly pinching and pulling at her thighs and waist.
Now it was Ruby’s turn to admire Kristy’s laid-out form from above - drinking in the sight of her cushioned thighs; the dark, curly triangle of pubic hair between her legs; her rosy, tear-shaped breasts, and the shimmering film of perspiration that spread from her clavicle up along a vein in her neck. Kristy twisted her head to the side, sinking her cheek into the pillow while her hair strewed across it like a mermaid’s.
Ignoring the fluttering of her own heart and the throbbing between her legs, Ruby unclipped her bra and slipped it to the floor, now entirely bare. She retrieved the orange that Kristy had forgotten amongst the rumpled bedding, mangled and bleeding sweet nectar into the quilt. With a steady grip she squeezed the remaining juice over her own neck and tits and stomach, letting it run down onto her naked thighs like Kristy had.
"Lick." Ruby commanded, tossing the desecrated orange to join the carpeted graveyard of crinkled clothes and rind. Kristy scrambled to sit up and follow orders but Ruby pushed her back down, climbing higher onto Kristy to trail her own bodyparts over the demon’s mouth. She started with presenting her forearm, wrist and fingers to Kristy's parted lips. The demon dutifully lapped at the sticky residue on exposed skin, her eyelashes fluttering shut and pink tongue a flat and slack embrace. Ruby steeled her nerves as her mind was pierced by an image of Kristy slavering at her vulva and moaning into her. She traced her breasts back and forth along Kristy’s lips next, the rough damp of the demon’s tongue making Ruby’s nipples raw and tingly. Then she lowered her chest further and offered her collarbone for Kristy to lick and nip at, slowly rolling her body up so that the demon could lick a shiny path over her ribs, through the soft hairs above her navel, to the thicker fuzz collecting into a snail’s trail centimetres from Ruby’s pussy.
Ruby straightened up onto her knees, tremulously hovering her vulva over Kristy’s mouth. Kristy’s tongue darted out, and at the heady and acidic flavour mixing with the sweet juice she was already tasting, Kristy let out a broken moan and flew her fingers between her own legs, masturbating frantically. Ruby snapped back from the demon’s mouth and swatted at her hands. "Behave." She said curtly, frowning in the strenuous effort to not smile.
"I don't know how much longer I can do that, Ruby." Kristy’s fingers were already coated in webs of her precum. Whether it was Kristy’s serious, beseeching look, or the feverish shivers wracking her body, Ruby took pity and released Kristy from beneath her. She backed off towards the end of the bed, and Kristy moved on her hands and knees after her, eyes unreadable and glinting like a predatory animal’s. Kristy then halted abruptly as her eyes wandered over Ruby’s shapely, uncovered breasts. She sat back on her knees and grinded her knuckles hard against herself, closing her eyes and hissing out a sigh of relief as the fist was half-swallowed by her dripping pussy. She let her hand drop, the brief contact having been temporarily enough to stave off her appetite. Her eyes refocused on Ruby’s green ones, an empathetic smile re-illuminating her face with furrowed brows. She picked the sharpening rod from the covers and passed it handle-first to Ruby in silent encouragement, suppressing a wince at its iron content. "I can take it," she added quietly, when Ruby didn't act immediately.
Catching Kristy’s meaning, Ruby lightly scratched a white, sizzling mark up one of Kristy’s inner thighs, bringing the weapon’s point in line with her slit. Kristy keened softly, overwhelmed by both the pain and thrill of it. Ruby faltered at her entrance. "Are you sure?" She asked, concern breaking through her nonchalant persona. Kristy nodded, and shifted forward until the object burrowed between her labia majora, crying out at the contact. Ruby reflexively reached in and put her fingers between the steel and Kristy’s vulnerable tissues, trying to massage the burn away with a quick, shallow stirring. The gesture had an unintended effect as Kristy’s lust for Ruby overrode the agony - she humped enthusiastically into Ruby’s digits, inadvertently taking more than half of the rod inside of her.
Ruby pulled her hand back and slurped the electrifyingly tart fluid from between her fingers - it was just as she’d craved. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over Kristy's thigh reassuringly as the demon adjusted to the rod’s biting length with shuddering gasps. It was admittedly still somewhat satisfying for Ruby to see Kristy in such pain; at her mercy. After her heaves abated, Ruby gently hooked her legs underneath the demon’s and shimmied her body closer until her own pussy was pressed up against the weapon’s thick, hard handle. She hesitated, regarding its width with some degree of trepidation.
"It's okay," Kristy uttered with her cute lisp, weakly clutching Ruby’s love handles and tugging her forward onto the knob. Ruby released a low, satisfied moan as the thing stretched her open with a light burn, filling her snugly. Through gritted teeth, Kristy shuffled closer to Ruby still, taking the remainder of the length so that their genitals kissed hungrily at the hilt of the rod. The two tentatively plunged forward, rocking their hips almost imperceptibly; experimentally, at first. They set a leisurely tempo, enjoying each other's bodies with less doggedness in their rutting than before. The movement became more fluid as their pussies relaxed into each other, Ruby guiding the motion with a hand cupping Kristy's hip; Kristy pulling Ruby in by a hand that encircled the small of her back.
They were now perfectly face-to-face, ticklish breath fanning across one another’s cheeks while panting steadfastly. Looking into Kristy's unguarded expression, wrecked by desire, Ruby melted into her and began sloppily kissing all over her mouth and jaw and neck. She could now identify the distinct taste of Kristy's mouth - mild, dulcet, and a little like tequila. Warm tingles overtook Ruby’s senses as Kristy returned the affection. They became wildly lost in the intimacy, moaning open-mouthed and without hesitation as the movement of their hips grew shorter and hastier. Wet, whorish noises from both pairs of lips meeting filled the air.
"You're such a good girl," Kristy gasped out like a prayer, haphazardly thumbing up and down Ruby’s arm before lurching over to fondle the chub of her ass. Ruby bleated with a soft laugh and pressed her forehead to Kristy’s shoulder, hiding her blush while her hips bucked uncontrollably.
"You're the one taking eight inches," She replied weakly, attempting to distract from how her insides were reacting to the praise, but of course Kristy noticed.
"You're doing so well," Kristy reiterated, voice uneven, that merry twinkle in her eye. She carded through Ruby’s sweat-drenched hair with shaking hands before roving aimlessly back over her chest and shoulder blades. The friction of their thighs was getting sore, pussies pulsing together relentlessly. "I'm so proud of you, Ruby."
Their pace stuttered, pleasure vibrating through Ruby. The rod was now hitting firmly against a tender, spongy spot deep inside her. Her clitoris was barely being stimulated, yet she felt waves of static coursing within, raging to be resolved. She was on the precipice of something.
"More," she moaned, dashing herself against the handle of the sharpening rod with increasing passion. Ruby’s ardour brought Kristy to the brink, and she abided with a string of borderline incoherent exaltations, vocal pitch rising, gyrating forcefully.
"Fuck Ruby, you're so good, you're so good for me, you make me feel so good, please-" Wracked with sharp, stilted cries, Ruby surged forward and swirled her tongue inside Kristy's mouth. She clutched tightly to Kristy's warm body, panting wetly against her mouth as her own body spasmed. The lewd shudders of Ruby’s form against hers brought Kristy over the edge, and the demon too finished with fitful jerks, her eyes closed in pained ecstasy as she streaked the sheets with a final squirt.
All spent, their faces pared apart with a bridging string of saliva. Kristy’s head fell against Ruby for support through her exhausted aftershocks, leaving a smattering of butterfly kisses on the woman's shoulder. Entirely filthy with sweat, they stayed like that as their breathing returned to a steady rhythm, entranced by the mellow, post-fuck ambience.
"I guess I couldn't have killed you with this after all." Ruby croaked with a glance downward at the tool still enmeshed between them.
"I'm offended that you thought you could take me out with a blunted kitchen appliance," Kristy chuckled, turning her gaze upon Ruby with that familiar, playful yet earnest look. Then, quietly, "Do you remember now?"
"I remember everything."