Possessed and Changed

“Going camping or something?” the shopkeeper asked as he looked down at the pile of flashlights, batteries, and sleeping bags.

Jacob replied, “Sort of. Do you know the Shoemaker house?”

The shopkeeper’s eyes narrowed as he mindlessly rang up the supplies. “I can’t be supporting any mischief now. That place is condemned. You boys thinkin of making trouble, and I’ll notify the sheriff.”

Jacob and Austin exchanged a puzzled look. Austin offered a credit card, “That seems a bit extreme. You have a lot of ‘troublemakers’ coming through here? And nose into their business?”

“Don’t be a dick, Austin,” Jacob said under his breath. The shopkeeper regarded them both with increasing severity. Jacob realized the other strange looking patrons of the hardware store were no longer shopping. They pretended to browse while straining their ears to listen to the conversation.

Austin looked over his shoulder at the still shoppers. “I’m sorry. We bought the Shoemaker house to renovate it.”

“People haven’t exactly been comfortable with that.”

The shopkeeper started to bag up their items. “I was eight when all that happened. Few years later, I was a dumb teenager. Some friends, and I got together thinkin we’d sneak in to see if we could find the body. It’s a big house, easy to get turned around in the dark. I got separated from the others and went off on my own. I seen her, sitting in the window sill, reading some book.”

“You saw Lucy Shoemaker?” Austin asked. It was not the first time they’d heard such a story.

The shopkeeper offered the bags to the two young men. “You don’t have to believe me. You’ll see her. Everyone does. Ghosts ain’t myths when they’re plain as day. Oh, by the way, I’ll call the sheriff just in case. He might like to check in on you boys.”

Jacob took the plastic bags and thanked the shopkeeper, ushering Austin out of the store before he lost his temper. They piled into their truck, tossing materials behind the seat. “I’ll give them one thing. They can commit to the fucking story. Look at them.” Inside the shop, the other patrons huddled around the counter while shopkeeper held an old phone to his head. Whether they were doing it intentionally or not, the townspeople all looked very eerie as they gazed at the two men through the shop windows. All of them had sunken faces and hollow eyes, as if their youth had been used up. “We’re never gonna sell this fucking thing if we have buyers looking at that.”

Austin threw the truck into gear. “It’ll sell. Worst case scenario, it’ll go a little under market to some weirdo with a ghost obsession.”

Jacob pulled a bag of chips from behind the seat and started munching on them as the countryside started rolling by. He had been working with Austin for several years and had few complaints, but still had not found a fondness for his partner’s forceful attitude. Jacob had been against the idea of buying the Shoemaker house from the very beginning, but relented when Austin pointed out how easily they could make a profit. The state had owned it after no one in the Shoemaker family wanted to claim it. Even the state seemed to have trouble unloading it. On paper, it was prize find — a stately, turn of the century three story home with five bedrooms, two and a half baths, a library, lounge, great hall, and kitchen. When Lucy and her husband, Fred, moved into the house around 1967, they had new plumbing and electrical installed. Over the years, the foundation remained perfectly in tact and, though it was worn from the passing of time, the roof’s structure stayed in good condition. In theory it was suitable to market with only a good cleaning, but Austin and Jacob had much grander plans.

“So, what do you think happened to Lucy Shoemaker?” Jacob asked.

“Christ, not this again.”

“It’s a twenty minute drive, and I’m sick of hearing the same three fucking songs on the radio.”

“She was a young girl who got in over her head and made a run for it. God knows what happened to her after that.”

“So, she just booked it one night? No car, no money, took no clothes and just went?”

Austin shrugged. “Bus, maybe. She had to have family somewhere.”

“The police checked with all her family, even the cousins. No one. And how do you explain the husband?”

“What’s there to explain? Young wife disappears, he goes to the police, looks under a lot of stress and has a heart attack.”

Jacob wanted to pull up the photos of Fred Shoemaker on his phone for reference, but knew it wouldn’t help. “The man’s hair had turned white, and the report says he looked years older than he was already.”

“You’re way down this rabbit hole aren’t you? Guy hadn’t been seen for a week or more, maybe his hair dye had washed out. He was older than her by a few years. Stress of a new house, new job…all that can make a guy look older. And strain of losing his wife caused him to have a heart attack. You know damn well that everything in the story has a logical explanation.”

“Then where is Lucy?”

Austin didn’t answer. They drove on towards the Shoemaker house.

By the time they arrived at the Shoemaker house, the sun had begun to set behind the trees. The surrounding town was prosperous and well developed, but the area around the Shoemaker home had gone untouched for several decades. A few other speculators had eyed the land, but after learning more about the house which stood on it, declined to pursue any type of development. The house itself looked like something from a Hawthorne novel, tall and slender with an unnecessary amount of eaves. It looked as if the house had sprouted out of the ground like all the trees around it. Austin and Jacob had visited the house before, but during the day with an admittedly skittish realtor. With the sun disappearing, neither of them had difficulty imagining the house as a ghost filled horror scene.

“This was dumb,” Jacob mused. “We could have rescheduled for tomorrow.”

Austin started grabbing his things from the truck. “We have six contractors coming in the morning. If we want the project finished on schedule, we don’t have a day to spare. I didn’t know this backwater wouldn’t have a single hotel.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” Jacob said. A loose shutter on one of the upper windows clattered in the wind and drew his attention. Curtain, he thought. That was a curtain that just moved. “Should nail that shutter down, or it’ll be banging all night.”

“First thing is to make an emergency list. This is the oldest house we’ve done in a while. Don’t want anything to slip through our fingers because we assumed it was in better shape.”

They headed into the dark house. As they stepped through the door, they both felt a chill of wet air greet them. The house was well insulated and never shook off a slight chill even on the hotter days. They moved from room to room on the first floor, checking for anything out of the ordinary. Other than a dead mouse, everything looked as expected. The rooms were bare and clean other than a very thin sheen of dust on the floor. Ugly wall paper adorned the walls of each room, but the wooden floors shone in the dim light, having been recently buffed and polished before sale. One room bore the scar of the house’s strange history. A large patch of wall had been torn open and hastily patched with drywall. Police had searched within the walls of the house itself for Lucy.

The moved upstairs to the second floor. The cleanliness and minimalism of bare rooms was not shared by the upper floors. The bedroom and library looked as if they had been untouched for forty years. Austin marked the spots on the floor where he and Jacob had walked the last time. Their footprints in the dust remained undisturbed. Both of the renovators felt a growing weight of pressure as they looked at all the leftover furniture and trinkets from the Shoemakers. Such things were normally removed during an estate sale, but the house was kept as a crime scene for the better part of three decades. When it was finally released to the state, no one came forth to claim the Shoemaker’s personal belongings and other than a few items of possible value, no one wanted anything.

Some things had been removed by the state such as the majority of the library collection and the artwork, leaving vacant shelves and portions of the wallpaper empty and unfaded. At some point, likely during one of the failed attempts to sell the house, someone had tried to remove most of the fabrics starting to deteriorate from sun damage and moths. The beds were stripped bare and two did not even have a mattress. The master bedroom, on the other hand, looked exactly as it did the day Lucy disappeared. The bed still wore sheets of red satin, somewhat hidden under a gaudy comforter. Drapes of dyed silk hung from the canopy and white feather pillows sat against the ornate oak headboard. It was outdated, even for the sixties. Neither of the men knew why or how it had been so expertly preserved. Not even dust had invaded the room. As they looked around, a slam from the window startled them. Upon investigation, Jacob realized this was the room with the loose shutter. Reaching out of the window, he pulled the shutters closed, all while terribly aware that no curtains hung from the window. A trick of the light, the sun reflecting off the canopy bed. He followed Austin out of the room, quickly.

“Are you, um, jumpy or anything?” Jacob asked as they walked towards the stairs.

“Quit being a pussy. There’s nothing in this house except bad furniture.”

The third floor was similar to the second except much mustier. They opened a few shutters to let in the waning light and returned to the bottom floor. They took two of the bare bedrooms on the second floor and cleaned them enough to act as temporary lodgings until something more suitable arrived. They laid out their sleeping bags and fetched two sets of battery powered flood lights from the truck. Jacob did not think it was a coincidence Austin suggested the two bedrooms on the opposite end of the house to the master. Even Austin didn’t feel comfortable sleeping near the bed of Lucy Shoemaker. They spent the remainder of the afternoon making their list, finding more and more faults in the house the longer they looked. Pipes rattled, several windows had cloudy glass, and the kitchen was ill suited to modern sensibilities. Once their preliminary list of goals was complete, they focused their attention on the kitchen. They set about removing the old fixtures and making measurements while constantly discussing how best to use the space, eventually deciding to absorb the parlor next to the kitchen in order to make space for a dishwasher, a wider refrigerator, and other such appliances.

By eight, tired from work and travel, they convened on the floor of Austin’s room to have a meal of sandwiches and potato chips. Austin noticed Jacob’s eyes constantly looking through the open door and down the hallway. “You’re really spooked aren’t you?”

“It’s a little spooky. Creepy old house. No electricity, mile or two from the nearest neighbor. Here we are about to spend the night in it. This is the kind of shit you yell at the screen about in horror movies.”

Austin took another handful of chips. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“I don’t not believe in ghosts.” Jacob’s thoughts trailed back to the shape he saw in the window when they first arrived. “I mean, you can have a rational explanation for anything. Like when we got here, I thought I saw a shape in the window. I’d been thinking about Lucy and so my brain filled in weird shape with ghost.”

“You saw a weird shape? Which window?” Austin asked with a smile, clearly finding Jacob’s uneasiness amusing. He gleaned the answer from Jacob’s worried expression. “Oh shit, from her bedroom?”

“You know, since all this started, you’ve been an ass about it. I want you to admit that her disappearance was at least a little strange.”

“Of course! Of course it was strange and probably involved some foul play. But you’ve read the disclosure on the house. The police spent three months searching this house and the area around it. They tore holes in the wall, they ripped up the floorboards, they dug ten feet down under the concrete basement. Wherever Lucy Shoemaker is, it’s not here.”

“So the husband killed her?” Jacob thought he sounded too eager, but Austin had refused to engage on the subject for too long. “The husband who aged years in a day and died of a heart attack, or as the headlines stated, ‘of fright.’”

“The husband was in police custody saying his wife was missing.”

“No, no. That’s not what he said. He said that she ‘disappeared.’ Your girlfriend gets kidnapped, lets say, and you come home to find her not there. Do you say she disappeared?”

Austin sighed in frustration, “Semantics. It was the sixties, people talked a little different. Missing people weren’t as common. You didn’t have twenty-four hour news blathering about missing girls day and night. So, ol’ Fred says disappeared. He’s upset and clearly having physical difficulties. Says disappeared and thirty minutes later drops dead of a heart attack.”

“And his white hair was because he went prematurely gray and ran out of hair color?” Jacob asked pointedly.

“Alright smartass, what do you think happened?”

Jacob shrugged. “Maybe she actually disappeared. Like, poof.”

They paused their discussion. The house groaned and shifted as if rocked by a great wind, but the leaves outside of the bedroom window were still. Austin chose not to acknowledge the strange phenomenon, “How does someone ‘poof’?”

“Spontaneous combustion is a thing, but I guess the would have found some dust or scorch marks or something. Or maybe she was stolen out of our reality, like in Poltergeist.”

“Fuck, man, when spontaneous combustion is your more likely scenario, you don’t have a strong argument.” He started throwing his wrapping and empty bags into a slightly larger bag. “Don’t mean to crash the party, but I figure we’d get up at dawn and get up on the roof before the electrician shows up.”

Jacob agreed and handed over his trash as well. He headed out to his room, heartened by the bright flood lights pushing back the house’s gloomy darkness. Before closing his door, he looked down the corridor to where the master bedroom’s door stood slightly ajar. I closed it. I definitely closed it. He shut the door to his room, turning the small latch to lock it.

Jacob had slept in many empty houses. It was somewhat more rare to sleep in a house so quiet. They spent most of their time working in already developed areas, restoring abandoned or foreclosed homes. It was rarer still to sleep in a house of such infamy. Moonlight spilled in from the window. Moving shadows drenched the corners of the room. Jacob closed his eyes and tried to sleep, somewhat comforted by the faint snore of Austin coming from the adjacent bedroom, but no sleep came. He couldn’t get accustomed to the quiet.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. From the moment he arrived, a sense of dread had been building inside of him. Every corner held monsters, and every closed room held specters ready to consume his mind. The story of Lucy Shoemaker’s disappearance did not frighten him much. Austin was right. People vanished all the time, even in the sixties when it wasn’t reported as much. A grown woman grew tired of her husband or felt overwhelmed with her life and ran off to live happily elsewhere. It did not bother him in the least. After all, he too had run away from home at seventeen. What did bother him was the story of Fred Shoemaker. The officer’s reports were dull and straightforward. Fred came into the station, made a statement, and shortly thereafter suffered a fatal heart attack. The interviews done with the officers years later, on the other hand, were much more tantalizing. In the past few weeks, Jacob had watched the old footage enough to memorize it.

Entire websites dedicated themselves to the disappearance of Lucy and the madness of Fred. Jacob had started browsing them out of curiosity, but the more he looked, the more he became obsessed with Fred Shoemaker. One site had an interview video with Officer Jamie Tyler. In it, a white faced, sweaty Tyler recounted his experience the night of Fred’s death, “Well, first off, he was barely dressed. Had on pajamas and no shirt, no shoes. Now, I’d known Fred since we were kids. He was a prideful fellow, to put it nicely. Vain, you might say, wouldn’t never leave the house if he weren’t in his best dressed. Um. His feet were bloody. He had three or four pretty big cuts, likely from steppin on a stray branch or something. Not sure how far he walked, but I reckon it was most of the way from the Shoemaker house to the station. Probably ran at least part of it. He was out of breath. Hard to put a time on when he left the house, so it’s difficult to gauge when he last saw Lucy. Fred’s face was white as a sheet. Matched his hair. But the thing I’ll never forget, the look in his eyes. Maybe that’s the look of a man who killed his wife. Pupil’s drawn down to a point, as if he’d been staring into the sun. Wondered if maybe he was on some kind of medication, gotten onto some dope maybe. He said to me that Lucy disappeared. Just kept repeating it over and over again. ‘She’s gone. She disappeared.’ I tried to get something else from him, but whatever he meant I knew somethin terrible had happened. I left him here with Susan and loaded up to go check the house. Susan said we weren’t out the door five minutes before she heard him fall. Coroner said heart attack. You take a look at me. I’m overweight, I smoke, I drink. In the last five years, I haven’t run more than ten feet. I’m fifty six now. Fellas like me have heart attacks. Fred Shoemaker ran two miles every morning and ate fuckin grape fruit. Ain’t no damn heart attack killed Fred.”

Jacob had almost drifted off to sleep as he recounted the video in his mind. He heard a creak come from the hallway. He assumed, initially, it was Austin moving to the bathroom, but the familiar wheeze of his snores still came through the wall. The creak came again, and Jacob’s dread welled up in him anew. The hairs on his neck prickled. He had never been more sure of anything than the immediate belief of someone or something being on the other side of his door. The air was cold, much colder than it should be. He thought of running to the lights and turning them on or yelling to wake up Austin, but fear paralyzed him. The thing in the hall, human or specter, was deciding which door to open. Jacob hated it about himself, but he desperately wanted it to choose Austin.

The air moved. The presence was gone. The inky black of the shadows receded slightly. Jacob sighed in relief.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing.” The voice came from all around him. “I must say it’s been hard to pick. But what a lucky girl am I that such tender morsels have come to me at last.” Jacob shivered in fright. He did not know how much fear could dominate the body. “It is rude not to speak.” The voice’s malice cut through the air, yet somehow loosened Jacob’s tongue.

“Are you Lucy?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Yes, once.”

“How did you die?”

“I was…careless.”

“Did your husband do it? Kill you?”

“That fool? Yes…I suppose. In a way, he did.”

“What do you want?”

A pale light filled the room as the form of Lucy Shoemaker coalesced. Jacob expected to see the woman from all the photographs. Instead, the translucent form of a monster hovered a few inches above the floor. The creature was beautiful and terrible all at once. She was naked, with large breasts and round ass. A long, thin tail with a barb at the end extruded from the base of her spin. Her feet were cloven and her legs shaggy with thick hair. Her fingers ended in talons and her teeth were as sharp as fangs. Red eyes gleamed out from the otherwise spectral figure and atop her head, two small horns curled up. “I was a fool and let that bastard slip away before I could finish his soul. I hear he died, afraid, in a jail. Pity. A waste.”

Jacob knew that this demon cared only for Fred in the way that a dog would mournfully watch scraps disappear in a trash can. “You were her. The whole time, Lucy was you. A demon? Why are you still here? Why haven’t you moved on?”

“Humans. Always so many questions. Yes, I was her. She was the last in a long string of host bodies. I was enjoying myself a little too much, and the man slipped away. The loss of my prey left me weak and I was stuck, bound to this cursed building for forty years. Foolish travelers were enough to sustain me, but my hunger has grown infinite. And here you are, the first who has stayed long enough.”

“Long enough? For what?”

There was rushing noise, as if a thousand birds suddenly filled the room. His hands went to his ears to do anything to cover the noise, but it grew louder. All of the light faded from his sight and darkness enveloped his entire being. He thought he was screaming. He thought he was clawing at his ears to deafen himself or at his eyes to blind himself and see nothing rather than the endless dark. And then, it stopped. Jacob looked around. His body was covered in sweat, but the room was empty and quiet. He wanted to get up, to rush to the other room, get Austin, and leave. When he tried to move, his body did not respond. He could look, but not move his head and soon, even that stopped. “That’s better.” Her voice wrapped around him entirely and he felt small. “Now we discuss the deal. I have taken your body, but you still have a soul.”

Jacob tried to move, but could not. Then, in a surreal sensation, his body rose from the bed and walked over to an old mirror on the wall. The thing looking at his reflection was not Jacob. He tried to speak and found that he at least still had a voice, “What deal?”

“I cannot evict a soul, but I can trap it. Forever. I once had a priest in Germany who stayed vigilant for over a hundred years, watching all the depraved things I did with his body. Since then, I like to be a bit more hospitable. You can join me. Become a vessel for me. That’s what Lucy did. She picked our victims. She delivered them to me. I had hoped to unleash her one day, but…alas. Just say yes, and you will become like a god.”

Visions of carnality beyond his wildest imagination played out in front of Jacob. She knew him, down to the core, and showed him exactly what he desired. He chose quickly, “Yes.”

Jacob felt control of his body return. “I’ve never liked the male version. Let’s change that. Having a pussy is so much more fun than playing with a little twig.”

He thought he should object, but before he could, pain wracked his body. As he doubled over, he chest started to swell, and he clawed at his clothes. Bones snapped as his hips widened. The billowing flesh on his chest was crowned with large pink nipples which ached for attention. The voice in his head laughed as Jacob grabbed for his cock only to find it rapidly shriveling away. His hips grew hot as more flesh sprung into being. Lucy was not crafting the body she had lost all those years ago. Instead, she poured through the images in Jacob’s mind, cherry picking the most lurid that she could find. Jacob had no aversion to pornography, and the variety thrilled the demon. His lips plumped into huge pillows of flesh, perfect for sucking cock and eating pussy. Jacob arched his back as his rump grew out rounder and rounder, the flesh wobbling as it reluctantly adhered to gravity. His body hair vanished leaving smooth skin everywhere below the neck. With a wet pop, his pussy opened up, already soaking wet with desire. Newly feminine hands moved across his newly feminine body, exploring down the soft curves until fingers slipped inside him.

“Can’t call us Jacob any more I think. Jackie, that sounds nice.” Jackie smiled at herself in the mirror. Her naked form was the most beautiful, gratuitous thing she’d ever seen. Men would break themselves to touch her, let alone fuck her. “I’m still hungry. Let’s go see your friend.”

Austin still slept as Jackie entered the room. She marveled at his ability to sleep through his long time coworker becoming possessed in the next room. Surely one of the screams had been real. Jackie inhaled, she could smell something more than the wet wood and dust. “A soul. That is the scent of a mortal soul.”

Walking over to the bedroll, Jackie gently pulled away the top of the sleeping bag. Austin wore only boxers. It was strange to look at the male form with desire. A small piece of Jacob remained at the back of the new creature which controlled him. He wanted to warn his friend or maybe simply find different prey, but Lucy insisted. Hunger dominated both their thoughts, and another victim would be too far away. Reaching out, Jackie placed her hand on Austin’s thigh, but he still did not stir. Her hand moved quickly up his leg and under the band of his boxers. His cock was half erect and swelled at her touch. She could feel his dreams turning from abstract nothing into dark, sultry scenes of women writhing on top of one another. He finally woke and gasped at the sight of a naked woman sitting beside him. He started to speak, but Jackie squeezed his cock tighter in her hand. Blood rushed to it as his heart pounded. “What would he think if he knew what you were? Not a succubus, but his friend, Jacob, made female. Do you think that cock would go limp in your hand? That would disappoint you. I can feel your arousal. You could gobble him up right away. Take your time. The more he wants release, the better his soul will taste.”

Austin started to speak, but Jackie held her finger to his lips. She moved closer to him. Taking his his hand, she brought it up to her chest, placing on her breast. Jackie flushed as the masculine hand, rough with callouses and scars, massaged her breast. The smell was growing more pungent every second and Austin’s dick grew harder in her hand. Jackie felt a different type of ache growing in her core - pure emptiness and a desperation to fill it. Moving slightly, she pulled away Austin’s boxers freeing his genitals completely. He moved with hurried motions to facilitate anything this strange woman desired. Perhaps he thought it was all still a dream, even as the physical reality pressed down upon him.

Jackie straddled him, his manhood wedged into the ample cushions that were her ass cheeks. Austin whimpered in agonizing lust as she rose up and down, letting his dick slide in between the fleshy globes while denying him any real touch. She kissed him, her tongue swirling into his mouth, her plump lips covering his entirely. His mouth tasted bitter, not the sweet musk of a woman, but a gritty, pungent taste that reeked of testosterone. She loved it, a sigh escaping her lips as he moved down her neck. His hands roved across her body, following the curve of her hips down to the roundness of her bottom. Austin pulled at the back of her thighs where her ass creased into the leg. His fingers strayed closer and closer to that emptiness, yet still she waited. Jackie had fucked women and knew they loved to ride on top, but this wasn’t about her. This was about making Austin feel like the dominant male. She wanted him churning with desire, his balls heavy with cum, and his cock thick with anticipation.

She moved to the side, letting her breasts drag against him. Moving to all fours, she turned around on the bed and present her wet sex to him. Her new demonic senses weren’t necessary to smell the thick scent of sex in the air. Austin fumbled to get into position, entirely unaware he was about to shove himself into his former friend. Jackie remembered the moment before insertion. Penis straining desperately to find the wet, warm hole of a woman’s pussy. In that moment, nothing short of a life threat could stop a man. It was a drive towards divine completion, and Austin would cross hell to feel it. Yet Jackie had no idea what to expect from the female perspective. The vast emptiness inside her seemed impossible to fill, especially by Austin.

The thick head of his cock nudged against the slick outer lips. It failed to find purchase and slid forward along the length of her slit as he thrust forward. He pulled pack and tried again, this time slipping into her with ease. Jackie groaned in pleasure. She had been wrong. Full to bursting, she thought he would split her apart. Her body shuddered as molten heat enveloped the invading member, squeezing his length, resisting his withdrawal with all her being. His hands sunk into her jiggling ass as he slid back into her. She arched her back, bending to a point of inhuman flexibility. Austin did not notice. He had never experienced a woman so beautiful and deliciously sinful. Jackie felt pleasure building greater and greater, yet held behind an indecipherable dam. Cumming was her only goal. The more he thrust into her, the closer she came. Impatient with his clumsy strokes, she started rocking her hips back in an alternating rhythm. Austin went still as she started bouncing back and forth on his cock. His eyes were wide with the sight of her perfect ass moving in waves above her bent back and heavy hanging breasts.

“Soon!” came a squeal of excitement in Jackie’s mind. She cursed at the interruption, but the demon’s excitement only fueled her own.

Austin emitted an involuntary groan and grabbed her hips. She hissed with frustration. How could he stop her when she was so close? And then he erupted inside of her. His cum blasted deep inside her womb, and Jackie’s earth shattered. Her body convulsed in pleasure. As Austin continued to spray wave after wave of cum, Jackie trembled in incoherent bliss. She knew he should stop. When she’d been a man, cumming for more than a few seconds was rare, yet he kept going. Finally, he managed to pull himself from the hungry vixen’s pussy. The wet cock slapped between her ass cheeks as more cum spurted across her back.

“And now for mine!”

Austin looked around in alarm. The chilling voice interrupted his pleasure, but did not stop his orgasm. His cock started to hurt, but he couldn’t stop. His hand went to the gushing phallus and jerked it. Knowing her purpose, Jackie turned around, pushed him to his back and shoved his cock back inside of her. The small bursts of ejaculation came like mild waves after a tsunami, but her enjoyment had passed. She leaned down and closed her lips around him. Then, she pulled.

Something, not tangible but not intangible, passed from Austin’s lips into hers. She felt the demon dancing in delight at the back of her mind. Beneath her, Austin’s body shriveled. His skin darkened and his eyes narrowed. Fangs replaced teeth and claws replaced nails. His feet grew wider and his legs shorter. Most unfortunately, his cock shrank to the size of a thumb. The little creature hissed and seemed to fall asleep.

Jackie stood up, cum dribbling down her thigh and back. “What is now?”

“An imp.” Lucy’s voice was no longer weak or angry, but warm and content. “Useful for running errands and not much more. A lower demon made from a human husk. If it works hard, it could become an incubus.”

Jackie left the creature and started to go back to her room, but instead walked down the hallway to the still furnished bedroom of Lucy Shoemaker. She crawled into the bed, enjoying the feeling of satin sheets on her bare flesh. “Now what?”

“I believe we have an appointment with an electrician.”

Jackie smiled. Everything that Jacob had been was still part of her. She thought of finishing the remodel. Perhaps the imp could be used as manual labor. “Yes. The electrician. Around breakfast time, I think.”