The Demon I Know

Max seemed to be having a tough time after his mid-exam as a law student. When his best friend Philip offered to hang out, Max declined saying, "Mehn, it's already getting late. I will catch up with you tomorrow," before heading straight to his car.

As Max drove towards his house, the sound of a distress call caught his attention. It seemed to be coming from the woods nearby. Worried that someone might be in danger, Max quickly pulled over and got out of his car. He listened closely and heard the cry for help again. Without hesitation, he walked towards the direction of the voice, pushing through the dense foliage of the woods. The only thing on his mind was finding whoever was in trouble and making sure they were safe.

"Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed as he gazed upon a stunning woman with radiant skin, vibrant red hair, and a perfectly sculpted figure, who was trapped in a sinking muddy swamp. Her delicate eyebrows gradually lowered towards her eyelashes, framing her pointed nose. Max found himself transfixed by her striking mercury-red hair cascading over her shoulder. His eyes were drawn to her soft, honey-sweet lilac lips. Despite her wasp-like waist, she struggled to move through the mud as alligators closed in around her.

"Please help me…" the lady said with a soothing voice as she looked at him for assistance. She struggled to stay away from the alligators, hoping for Max’s help.

Max noticed a tree branch nearby and quickly grabbed it. He extended the branch towards the lady and said, "Hold onto this firmly. I will pull you out with it." As she tightly gripped the rough bark of the tree branch, her heart pounded in her chest with fear. The alligators below her were getting restless, one of them began slapping the mud with its jaw and lifting its tail high, causing vibrations throughout the mud. She could feel the tremors running through her body and her mind went blank for a moment.

Max couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed in a panic. Before Max could pull her out from the mud, one of the alligators slapped the lady on her wasp waist with its long tail. “Ahhh!" she cried out in pain and lost her grip on the tree branch. “Oh no!” Max exclaimed as he reached out his hand, grabbing her by her hand. At this time, the alligators started swimming around her, stirring the muddy swamp.

Max held one of the tree branches as he started pulling the lady out. But before the lady could completely be pulled out, one of the alligators held her thigh with its sharp teeth, struggling to pull her back the lady into the muddy swamp. With one hand firmly holding onto the woman, Max reached for a nearby tree branch and began striking the alligator with all his might, “You nasty creature, let go of her!” he said. The alligator was so determined to get its prey back on the muddy swamp. Max couldn’t help but pierce the eyes of the alligator with the tree branch and with haste, the alligator fell back slapping the mud with its jaw and with its tail, he slapped the mud as well.

“Are you alright?” Max asked the lady as he stared with concern. “Thanks for your help,” said the young lady in a faded tone. Her voice was incoherent and her eyes were beginning to close slowly. “You are welcome,” Max said. He flashed a winning smile and continued without noticing her eyes that were beginning to close. “I am Max. What’s your name?”

“I am Jasmine,” she replied with her eyes still closing slowly. “I am really messed up and I need to clean up.” She barely said with her eyes closed.

“You shouldn’t be bothered about your clothes. You should be concerned about the cuts on your waist and the wound on your thigh,” said Max. “I need to take you to the hospital,” Max added, feeling concerned for her well-being.

“No, that’s not what I need now,” she protested, opening her eyes a bit. “What then do you need?” Max asked sternly gazing at her with curiosity. He thought for a while after she failed to speak. “My house isn’t far from here. Perhaps you could have yourself cleaned up and I can help you with some local herbs too.”

“That’s exactly what I needed.” Her face lit up with warmth and joy. “Help me up, will you?”

Without hesitation, Max carried her as he made his way to where he parked his car. Her eyes are closing again as if she is about to pass out. “Stay with me!” Max cried out desperately. “Please stay with me.” He quickly opened his car and slowly laid Jasmine at the back of his car as he fired the question that had been bothering him. “What is a beautiful lady like you doing here in the woods all by yourself in this odd hour?”

“I lost my way,” Jasmine replied in a faded tone. “That doesn’t add up.” Max cast a burning gaze on her. “Don’t let me pass out before I get to your place, focus on the wheels.” She squeezes out in a dying breath. She’s feeling dizzy and unable to keep up with Max’s questions.

Max hops into his car and then he notices Jasmine is not moving again. “Oh shit!” he cried out. He quickly jumped into the back seat. “Stay with me!” He gently grabbed Jasmine’s wrist and placed his finger to check her pulse. He breathed with relief on feeling her pulse. He jumped back to the driver’s seat and started his car.

*****

“Here we are!” Max announced as he drove into his garage. “What happened?” Jasmine asked as she opened her eyes while trying to sit up.

“Oh thank goodness! You are awake.” Max sighed. He was worried thinking what would be his fate if she passed out. “What the hell happened to me?” she asked gazing at Max from the back seat.

“You were unconscious for a while.” he peered through the rear mirror. “But don’t worry, I will help you with my mother’s local herb.” He assured turning off the engine. He stepped out of the car and hurried to open the door for Jasmine. He stretched his hand toward her and he helped her up.

As she looked around Max's home, she couldn't help but notice how immaculate everything was. With not a single cobweb in sight, it was clear that he took great pride in keeping his living space in order. She couldn't help but ask, "Do you live here by yourself?" Her admiration for his home's interiors was evident, as she took in the carefully curated decor and stylish furnishings that showcased his excellent taste.

“Yep,” he said, smiling softly. “Let me see if I can find some clothes for you and some of the local herbs for your wounds.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, you have done more than enough.” Her dazzling smile lit up her face as she continued. “I will have to clean this up and allow it to dry.”

"Sure, I can do that for you," Max said. "Or, if you prefer, I could just grab some local herbs for you instead." He turned and walked straight to his kitchen to pour a glass of water. After administering the local herb to Jasmine, Max lay down on his couch and turned on his favorite TV show. As he relaxed and immersed himself in the program, he became aware of a presence behind him. Turning his head, he saw a figure standing motionless and silent, watching him.

Max felt a shiver run down his spine seeing Jasmine standing behind him naked. “Jeez!” he exclaimed. “I don’t mean to startle you,” she said. “I was looking for you upstairs to help me with a towel and another local herb because it’s working like magic on me.” She never felt ashamed standing before Max, naked.

“You mind putting on some clothes?” Max said trying not to look. He covered his eyes with his hand and then looked away.

“It’s okay if you look, provided you gently apply the local herbs on me this time,” she smirked as she started walking closer and finally sat beside him.

Max’s reactions weren’t something she expected. She continued to get him to look. “Why are you looking away?” she said. “Am I not beautiful enough for you and does my body have thorns that you can’t help me with the herbs by yourself?”

Max swallowed a lump in his throat as he spoke in a quivering voice. “You are beautiful.” He still did not want to look but maintained his gaze in the opposite direction.

“Then why are you not looking at me?” Jasmine asked in a soothing voice. “You should get well first before any other thing,” he said with hesitation in his voice.

She smirked at Max’s response. “I am well already for you. You saved my life and I owe.” She slowly thrust her hand over and tried to pull Max’s face to have a look at her. “Help me with the local herb.”

“I will go get the herb, it’s in my room,” he croaked as he attempted to stand up, Jasmine held him down with her leg. Crossing one of her legs over Max, she smiled and said in a refined voice. “Just take a look at me.”

“No, just stop,” Max said. “This is not right at all.” The hesitation in his voice says otherwise and she did notice it.

“Why not?” Jasmine whispered in a seductive voice. “You need to get well first.” He insisted. He tried pushing Jasmine away but she gently wrestled back.

“I am already well.” She’s forcing herself on Max. “My wound isn’t deep and I will live.”

“I can’t do this!” Max cried out as he moved his face away to face the opposite direction. “What’s wrong about it?” She ached against him. “Am I too ugly to demand a fuck?” she added as she gently pulled her hand from Max’s grasp.

Without hesitation, she started caressing Max as she whispered into his ear, “Don’t resist. Just let me in.” Her touch was warm on Max’s neck, he shuts his eyes slowly. “It won’t hurt a bit,” she continued to whisper to him, reaching to his belt.

Max attempted to shift his body, but it felt as though he was being held in place by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside his pants. She took off Max’s pants and underwear and made him relax his back on the couch. She took Max’s hand and places it on her vagina, using his hand to slip inside her. It was warm, deep, and very wet that his fingers were all but sucked inside. Once she had Max deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. She began to caress Max’s naked stomach and thighs. Max at this time was unable to resist as he relaxes his back on the couch and started kissing her, his fingers moving rhythmically inside her, his thumb circling and pressing, her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. Max felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, was slowly working its way through into his organ. His other hand scoops her hair on her head and holds her head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming her. Her legs flexed against his back, urging him closer and her hands cupping his head to hold her still as she rocked into him, “Don’t stop,” she whispered into his ear, feeling the rough satin strands of his hair against her sensitive inner thighs and heightening everything around her.

Max flashed a fancy smile as he felt the hot fluid between her legs, “That’s it,” she said. The nipples of her breast looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. Max gently bit at it with his teeth, playfully, not hurting her. He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked her neck too, as she blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted her, slowly. Her breast was suffused and as he drove his organ deeper into her, she felt a warm pleasure as she moaned and begged for more “Don’t stop,” she said.

*****

Max slowly opened his eyes and looked around, feeling a sense of confusion and disorientation. It took him a few moments to realize that he was alone in the room. He sat up in his bed and scanned the area, but there was no sign of Jasmine. Feeling a sudden wave of panic, Max quickly got out of bed and put on his pants.

He started calling out Jasmine's name, but there was no response. He walked around the room, checking every corner, but she was nowhere to be found. As he walked into the bathroom, he noticed that her clothes were no longer hanging on the hook. His heart started beating faster, and he felt a sense of dread wash over him. He checked his phone, but there were no missed calls or messages from her.

Max's mind raced as he tried to think of where Jasmine could have gone. Had she left without saying goodbye? Had something terrible happened to her? He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease and uncertainty that had settled in his gut.

Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his veins, feeling like boiling water. His teeth began to grind together as his eyes stung with discomfort. He stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall, his gaze fixed on the mirror in front of him. As he lifted his head, he saw his eyes darken to a deep black hue.

"What's happening to me?" he murmured weakly.