It was late on Christmas Eve that Matteo found himself in an all-too familiar position. The twenty-five year old dyslexic was alone in his house watching reruns of holiday specials, just like last year, the year before, and the year before, and the year before…

Rubbing his temples, Matteo grimaced as the words on TV mixed together. He couldn’t even watch his favorite movies without getting a headache. Sighing, Matteo looked over at the small fake tree he’d decorated, complete with a few gifts he’d bought and wrapped to be opened the next morning. Looking through the crack in the drawn curtains, he spied the gently falling snow drifting down in the darkness. Adjusting his circular glasses, he switched off his TV and decided to go to bed early. 

Reaching his room, Matteo looked over at his messy desk and the light he’d forgotten to turn off. A blank piece of paper was sitting out, unwrinkled. Deciding to humor himself, Matteo sat down to write a letter. 

“Dear Santa…” He muttered to himself, putting pen to paper, “For Christmas this year, I want a girlfriend.” 

As he wrote on, Matteo felt more and more ashamed for what he was doing. He felt like a child, foolishly writing to Santa and asking for a girlfriend. Still, he wrote on, pouring his lonely heart and soul into the letter. He didn’t care for misspelled words, and even if he tried to proofread, he’d likely make more errors. Writing until the last remnants of loneliness were squandered by overwhelming embarrassment, Matteo signed his name, the only thing he knew he could spell right every time. 

Folding up the crisp piece of paper, taking the time to line up the perfectly straight edges, Matteo felt a sudden sting in his right thumb. Looking down, he saw that the paper had sliced his thumb, revealing a thin line of blood over his thumbprint. Setting down the letter to gently squeeze his thumb, Matteo saw a small bead of blood drip down onto the paper. Attempting to wipe it off with the same thumb only left a red smear along the bottom of the paper, just below his signed name. Sighing, Matteo grabbed a tissue to prevent any more bloody smudges and crumpled up the letter. He couldn’t even bring himself to read the embarrassing letter again. He just wanted it out of his sight. 

After a quick trip to the living room, Matteo tossed the balled up letter into the dying fire, watching as the red embers caused the letter to ignite for a few seconds before it turned to ash and the fireplace calmed once more. Glad that his embarrassing letter was gone forever, Matteo returned to his room before quickly laying down for a dreamless sleep. 

——

Lucy sat back in her obsidian throne, an annoyed and tied groan rumbling from her throat. The crimson-skinned ruler of Hell cast her tired eyes down at her fiery kingdom, musing the view from atop the lofty ledge she called her own. Her millennia-old joints cracked and groaned as she stretched her back, her enormous, bat-like wings unfurling as she settled in for some rest after surveying the vast expanse of the underworld. Shaking out her jet-black hair, Lucy closed her eyes and allowed her unholy body the chance to rest it so graciously deserved. 

Only a few moments had passed before the sound of a portal ripping open reality got Lucy’s attention. Casting her attention upwards, she watched a piece of paper slowly drifting down. Snatching it from the air, the demon inspected the peculiar letter. 

Let’s see, “ ‘Dear Satan…’ ” She read aloud, seeing the author of the letter did not quite know the current ruler of Hell, but she allowed it, “ ‘For Christmas this year, I want a girlfriend.’ ”

Lucy read on, quickly finishing all that was written on the paper. Then she read it again. And a third time for good measure, since it seemed many of the words were misspelled. Finally, she was satisfied that she sufficiently understand the letter and the writer’s request. 

“This…Matteo. He’s a strange one. No declaration of servitude. Nothing to offer in return. However…” She trailed off, focusing in on the bloody smudge. A blood pact. Her forked tongue slowly emerged from between her glossy lips, slithering closer like a viper. 

In an instant, the electrifying flavor of his blood sent shivers throughout her body. Her eyes went wide with realization. This mortal man. He was…he was…

A virgin 

Lucy’s heart began to beat faster, the rush of only a smear of virgin blood intoxicating to the demon. Her prehensile, spaded tail eagerly whipped against the throne in anticipation. This new development completely changed her opinions on this Matteo guy. She knew exactly what to do. 

Rising from her mighty throne, Lucy brought her hands together and began summoning an enormous pentagram in the stone below her. The outline glowed a bright yellow as she looked back again, her eyes flaming with excitement. He never specified what he would give her in return for granting his wish, so Lucy decided to kill two goats with one slash of an athame.

“I’m gonna get my daughter her Christmas present!” 

In a flash, the gigantic demon was gone. 

From the moment Lucy brought her beautiful daughter, Aliza, into existence, the queen of Hell knew she’d do anything for her. Aliza was a gorgeous young demon, possibly the most beautiful to ever grace Hell, in Lucy’s unbiased mind. 

But alas, love had eluded her dear daughter over the centuries. Despite the countless attempts, Aliza was unsuccessful in receiving a virgin sacrifice. It was such an important rite of passage, one Lucy grew determined to ensure her daughter experienced. And now, with this mortal, she would finally get the chance she’d been waiting for. A virgin sacrifice whom she could bring back to Hell, straight to her daughter, it truly was a Christmas miracle. 

Rising through the portal, Lucy allowed herself a moment to bask in the realization that she’d stepped foot on Earth for the first time in many millennia. It was cold, but she was unfazed. Snowflakes instantly melted against her warm skin, turning to steam a moment later. While the change in scenery was appreciated, she still preferred the magma chambers and boiling lava waterfalls of Hell. 

Taking a deep breath to let the crisp winter air fill her lungs, Lucy cast a frown upon the house she’d appeared beside. From her estimate, she stood over two hundred feet tall. There was no question that the tiny house in question belonged to this Matteo she was after, since it was the only one in sight. Taking a step to cover the distance between her and the insignificant abode her daughter’s soon-to-be Christmas present called home, Lucy dropped to her hands and knees to inspect the gift in question. 

With her bare, red rear high in the sky, Lucy peered an orange eye through his bedroom window. Inside was a lone man in his mid twenties. He was a cute young man, the ruler of Hell had to admit. He’d do fine as a gift. As much as she wished to punch her fist through his wall and simply take him that way, Lucy wanted to make sure Matteo was perfect for her daughter. Such a task would require a more intimate approach. 

Rising to her full, towering height, Lucy focused her attention on the chimney. Casually flicking off the cover, she confirmed that the flue was left open. With a snap of her fingers, she reduced her size so that she was approximately the same as a human. She hated being at such a measly size, as it did her no justice as the ruler of Hell. Still, she would have to bear with it for a few moments. Casting open her wings, Lucy threw herself into the air with a mighty flap. Snow swirled as she landed on the chimney, dangling her legs over the entrance, she tucked her wings and tail in tight. 

“This is gonna be fun!” She chuckled, descending down the chimney. 

——

A crash from the living room sent Matteo bolting upright from his slumber. Listening carefully, he could hear someone talking downstairs. Sliding out of bed and grabbing his glasses, he reached for the nearest object he could use as a weapon: a baseball bat leftover from his high school days. Carefully opening the door, he tiptoed down the hall to the steps before slowly making his way towards the living room. 

Rounding the corner, Matteo was completely unprepared for what he saw. A…woman was stuck in his chimney. She had two enormous red horns, each one over a foot long, and deep red skin. She was…a devil? Whatever she was, she appeared to be stuck in the chimney at the hips, made evident by her struggling and cursing. 

“What are you and why are you in my house?” Matteo demanded, trying to sound as imposing as possible. 

All the false bravado he could muster fell apart as soon as her orange, glowing eyes focused in on him. A monstrous, toothy grin stretched from ear to ear as she struggled harder to free herself. Backing away quickly, Matteo frantically searched for the telephone, but a loud crash made him freeze in place. 

The demon had pulled herself free, ripping apart the stone fireplace in the process. Standing up and dusting some rubble from her shapely, red hips, she crossed her arms over her plump breasts. 

“Well! Now that’s been handled, time to get to a more…suitable height.”

Snapping her fingers, the demon surged in height, easily tripling her original size. She was so large, she had to bend down to avoid hitting her enormous horns on the high ceiling. Matteo was paralyzed by fear, only able to watch as the woman filled up his living room. Cracking her knuckles, she chuckled to herself and narrowed her slitted pupils in on his puny body. As terrified as he was, Matteo couldn’t deny that she was a gorgeous woman. 

“D-Don’t take another step c-closer!” He ordered the creature. 

Rolling her orange eyes, the demon let out an annoyed sigh and took a step closer. Panicking, Matteo swung the baseball bat as hard as he could towards her. In the blink of an eye, her enormous hand intercepted his attack and stopped it dead in its tracks. With a smirk that revealed her pearly white, razor-sharp teeth, she simply snapped the bat into splinters with seemingly zero effort. 

“Wha…h-how?” Matteo gasped, staring at the bat’s stump before the demon seized him by the throat. 

“Daring to attack me is an offense I’d punish with a lengthy and torturous death. Lucky for you, Matteo, I have a better use for you,” She smiled, holding him in the air by his throat. 

Matteo gasped for air, barely managing to choke out, “What…do you want…with me?” 

The demon chuckled again, lowering him to the ground and allowing him to breathe again, “Well, Matteo, it seems like we can each provide for the other!”

“H-How…what are you talking about?”

“Your letter! I know it’s probably not how you foresaw me fulfilling the request, but you never offered me anything specific in return, so I got a bit creative with the payment!” 

Matteo froze for a moment, cocking his head to the side, “Huh? What letter? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

“Oh don’t play games, Matteo!” The towering demon chuckled, snapping her fingers and causing a piece of paper to appear in thin air, “Here! Down to the blood signature!” 

Seeing the letter to Santa again, now held by a monster of the underworld, caused Matteo’s jaw to drop. It was impossible. Besides, he’d addressed it to Santa, not Sat—

“Wait…” He said aloud, narrowing in on the name he’d addressed it to. Even reading a single word proved to be a headache with his dementia, but eventually he could make it out, “ ‘Dear Satan’…oh fuck.” 

“Now that’s been squared away, back to what I was saying. My daughter has been—” 

“That’s a mistake! I didn’t mean to write to Satan! I meant Santa! Damn, it’s this stupid dyslexia!” Matteo protested. 

The demon frowned, baring her razor-sharp canines, “Interrupt me again, and I’ll rip out your tongue. I don’t care whether or not I am the intended recipient of this letter, you sent a letter to me and signed with your own blood. It is a pact. Do you understand?”

Matteo gulped and quickly nodded, “Yes.”

“Now. Back to where I was. My daughter has been longing for a human man to take the virginity of, whilst you have clearly been looking for a girlfriend. And since you offered nothing in return for your request, I am inclined to create my own. I believe that this trade will leave all parties satisfied. My daughter gets a man, I feel satisfied knowing that I’ve gotten a fantastic present for her, and you get the girlfriend you so pitifully wish for. Deal?” 

Matteo’s first instinct was to refuse, but the fifteen-foot demon lady staring him down did an awfully good job at persuading him otherwise. And a small part of him did have to admit that the prospect of a girlfriend, even if she was from Hell, was one he couldn’t immediately turn away. Reluctantly, he nodded. 

“Excellent!” She chirped, clapping her hands together, “Now, I guess we should get introductions out of the way. My name is Lucy. You may also know me as The Devil.”

Matteo choked on his words, debating what to say next, “Well, you know that I’m Matt—”

“Okay, let’s get a move on with this,” Lucy dismissively waved, “My daughter’s expecting a Christmas gift and I won’t be late!”

Dropping to her hands and knees, she scooped up Matteo and tucked him beneath her armpit before crawling up the stairs and into his room. Her wings knocked pictures from the walls as her lashing tail sent anything not nailed down flying. Bursting into the bedroom, Lucy tossed Matteo into his queen-sized bed as though he weighed no more than a feather. Just as he reoriented himself, he was pinned down by her overwhelming might. 

“Now, let’s see what you got, Matteo,” Lucy purred, tearing away his boxers like wrapping paper. 

Despite being absolutely terrified of the fifteen foot demon, his member was still standing to attention. Casting a glance up at Lucy, he saw her licking her lips with anticipation. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it all from here,” She smiled, running her sharp nails across his scalp. 

While Matteo was distracted, her tail leapt into action. Coiling around his member like a serpent, she quickly went to work. Unlike any of the countless times Matteo had used his own hand, he couldn’t control the grip or speed. For the first time in his life, he was going to be brought to orgasm by someone other than him. Unable to contain himself, Matteo let out a moan. 

“What was that? Are you gonna blow your load already? I guess it’d be a shame if I did…this!” 

Lucy gingerly massages the tip of his member with her fingertips. Her delicate movements against his sensitive flesh sent Matteo over the edge as he orgasmed with a climax that sent shivers through his body. Thick ropes of cum dripped over Lucy’s fingers as she admired her work. Unfurling her tail, she licked her fingers clean as though she were polishing off the icing of a cake. 

“Delicious,” The demon purred, “The perfect combination of sweet and salty. Virgins always taste best.”

“They…I do?” Matteo wondered. 

“Oh yes. If you weren’t already destined for my daughter, I would’ve taken you for myself. But, I suppose we shouldn’t wait any longer. I’m more than satisfied that you’ll be perfect for my sweet Aliza.” 

With Matteo in tow, Lucy made her way back to the living room. Standing to her full height once again, she kicked aside the coffee table and couch to clear a large space in the room’s center. Bringing her palms together, she began to summon an enormous pentagram. Matteo watched on in awe as it glowed a vibrant yellow. Her tail swiped from side to side, drawing his attention to her perfectly sculpted rear. If the daughter Lucy spoke of was half as beautiful as her cougar-demon-mother, Matteo would consider himself a very lucky man. Lucy turned to face him again, her orange eyes glowing like miniature suns. Realizing he’d been eyeing her ass, she winked and gave it a playful spank. Seeing her perfect, red skin bounce was enough to make Matteo’s member stand to attention all over again. 

Extending out her hand, Lucy calmly announced, “It is time.” 

“W-Wait! Just hold on a second! I need…I need to make sure I won’t need anything!” Matteo protested.

Seizing his arm in a soft yet iron-tight grip, Lucy narrowed her eyes, “There is nothing on this mortal realm you will need,” She replied before stepping into the pentagram. 

“Shouldn’t I at least grab some clooooooo—” He began before being violently pulled through the portal. 

Fear unlike anything he’d experienced before filled every fiber of Matteo’s being. Everything became a blur of red as the temperature skyrocketed around him. Just as he thought he’d be doomed to fall until he landed in the ocean of lava appearing below him, Matteo was pulled against Lucy’s body as her wings unfurled. With his face nestled comfortably in her cleavage, he felt his racing heart slow. Her fingers gently drummed against the back of his head as the sounds of whooshing air and flapping wings filled his ears. 

What was a harrowing experience mere moments before had become the most peaceful thing Matteo had experienced in a long time. He’d never see his old life again, although as he thought about it, he couldn’t think of anything he’d genuinely miss. 

“This whole ‘eternity in hell’ thing might not be too bad,” He mused into Lucy’s cleavage as she came to a rest and solid ground materialized beneath his feet. 

Pulled away from the demon’s warm, inviting bosom, Matteo saw that he was atop a high cliff. A quick glance over the side showed a dizzying drop down to the churning magma below. Backing away quickly, he turned his attention to the smoky skies and tried to make out the figures flying around in the distance. Was Lucy’s daughter among them? What exactly did Aliza intend on doing to him? 

Before Matteo could ponder his fate for too long, Lucy lifted him up by his armpits as she sat down. Snapping her fingers to produce a spool of candy apple red ribbon, she expertly went to work tying the human up. First his feet, then his legs, then his arms pinned to his sides, and then finally his mouth. Gagged by the ribbon, Matteo’s confusion turned to fear as he struggled in vain. 

“Oh hush,” Lucy teased, attaching a bow to his head, “You really think I’d give my daughter an unwrapped present?” 

Matteo struggled for a moment before shrugging, figuring that even demons wanted to unwrap their presents. 

“Look, Matteo,” She continued, her voice soft as she patted his shoulder, “Aliza’s a sweet girl. You’re in Hell, but you won’t be suffering for eternity or anything like that. You’ll get exactly what you want.” 

Motioning for Lucy to temporarily remove the gag, Matteo calmly replied, “I’m ready.” 

Smiling, Lucy gently caressed his cheek before placing the gag back in place.

“Now, let’s go give Aliza her present!” 

Scooping Matteo up in her arms, Lucy spread her wings wide and took to the hellish sky once again. 

With a heavy thud, Lucy landed outside of a huge cave carved out of the rock. Rather than be set on the ground like he thought, Matteo was instead pulled behind the enormous demon and tucked carefully behind her wings. Bound and unable to make any noise beyond a few muffled shouts, he was completely in the blind. It wasn’t long before another set of footsteps made themselves known. 

“Merry Christmas, Aliza!” Lucy greeted. 

“Merry Christmas, Mom! What’s that behind your back?” A chipper, feminine voice replied. 

“Oh, just a little something…” The queen of Hell chuckled, suddenly pulling Matteo out and into full view, “Here you go!” 

Matteo silently took in the sight of his soon-to-be demon girlfriend. With hair darker than oil and eyes like burning embers, Aliza was just like her mother. One thing that Matteo quickly noticed was just how many piercings the demon had on her body. A nose ring through her right nostril, several ear piercings, tongue piercings, and even nipple piercings, all shimmering gold. She didn’t have the hourglass body her mother had, but with hips so wide he couldn’t hope to wrap his arms around and full, supple breasts larger than his head, Matteo was dumbstruck by the beautiful demon. 

Aliza’s eyes lit up-literally-as she let out an eager squeal and quickly pulled Matteo into a crushing embrace. Matteo felt numerous joints in his body popping as Aliza seemed like she’d never let go of her new present. Finally, just when he thought his lungs would give out, she released him and carefully set him down. Turning back, Matteo saw Lucy beaming from ear to ear. Seeing a mother so excited about her daughter made him feel warm inside. It seemed as though even demons knew the true meaning of Christmas.

“Oh! I love him! Thank you, Mom!” Aliza cheered, wrapping Matteo in another hug so tight he thought his ribs would be crushed. 

“That’s not all! He’s a virgin, too!” Lucy added, proud that she’d chosen a good gift. 

Aliza gasped, holding Matteo up to her face as though he was a teddy bear, “REALLY?” 

“You bet! Now Aliza, I know you’re probably super excited to try him out, so I’ll give you some privacy!” Lucy suggested, spreading her wings wide. 

“Thank you again! It’s just what I wanted!” 

“Make sure you play nice!” Lucy grinned before taking to the skies, vanishing into the hazy air. 

Alone with Aliza, Matteo silently stared up at his new girlfriend. Aliza was eyeing him from head to toe as though he was a dessert. As the silence began to grow awkward, she simply tore the ribbon from his naked body, discarding it over her shoulder. 

“H-Hey. I’m Matteo. I guess we’re—”

Matteo had no time to react before he was quickly pulled into a heavy kiss with Aliza. Her forked tongue prodded against his lips, sternly demanding to be allowed inside his mouth. Not wishing to deny such a powerful being—and also excited to experience a French kiss for himself—Matteo parted his lips. 

At first, Aliza’s forked tongue was clashing with his for control. It wasn’t long before, much to his surprise, her tongue was down his throat. Her lips were locked with his, hungrily stealing the kiss for herself. She was in control before, but now Matteo could see just how powerless he was. Fortunately for him, she was done as soon as she started. Only a few seconds had passed before Aliza had satisfied herself and pulled away, letting her tongue slowly slide out of his throat before passing between his lips, allowing him to take a gasping breath of air. Thick ropes of her surprisingly sweet saliva hung from his lips as he slowly recollected his thoughts from what had just happened. 

“You’re an excellent kisser, you know that?” Aliza purred, running her sharp fingernails through Matteo’s hair. 

“That…might take a bit of getting used to.” 

Letting out a cute giggle, Aliza licked her lips and began walking towards the cave. The interior was lit by torches, burning with seemingly endless fuel. A bed took up most of the floorspace, easily larger than Matteo’s old living room. The sheets were red satin, and as Matteo was gently laid down on the expansive bed, he felt his body sinking into the warm embrace of the mattress. It was the softest bed he’d ever laid upon. 

“You don’t know how big of a deal this is,” Aliza purred, crawling into bed with him, “I’ve been waiting so long for a lover! It’s not often I’ve been summoned, and those who have only screamed in terror when they saw me. Hard to get a boyfriend when they all run for the hills as soon as they see me.” 

Slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey, Aliza inched closer. Cupping the back of his head with her palm, she slowly pursed her lips and pulled him into another kiss. This time, her tongue stayed firmly in her own mouth, much to Matteo’s relief. 

Slowly, Aliza parted her lips with his as she moved on to his neck. It started off with the same, melodic pace, but it quickly turned into the same hungry lust Matteo was coming to realize was merely the norm for the demon. Her tongue danced across his flesh, pressing against his Adam’s apple as she left no inch of skin unexplored. She sucked against his shoulders, guaranteeing he would be covered in hickies soon. 

Her teeth didn’t spare his skin, either. With every contact of her mouth against his body came the subtle prick of her razor-sharp teeth nicking his skin. Matteo didn’t care, for a few love bites was nothing to him. They were making love, and that was all that mattered. Slowly but surely, she made her way down to his member. 

“Time to find out how you taste, Matteo.”

Pulling away, Aliza locked onto Matteo’s member and pounced. Pinning his pelvis to the bed, she opened her drooling mouth. Like a boa constrictor, her tongue wrapped the entirety of his cock in the warm, wet muscle. Her solid-gold tongue piercings pressed against his sensitive flesh, an odd sensation but one Matteo quickly yearned for more of. As if reading his mind, Aliza’s tongue began to flex and pulse as she eagerly milked the mortal man for all he was worth. He couldn’t even compare it to the job Lucy had done not an hour before, this was simply on a new level entirely. He stood no chance. 

“A-Aliza! I’m gonna—Aliza!” 

Reaching the point of no return, Matteo reached out and grabbed Aliza’s horns. He had absolutely no power over the fifteen-foot demon girl determined to drain him of everything he had. And drain him she did. Gasping as his orgasm subsided, Matteo wiped his brow and sat back into the bed. Once Aliza had gotten every last drop of cum she could, she released her tongue from his cock and swallowed, letting out a refreshed sigh. 

“Wow! That was amazing! My mother always said that virgins taste best!” She smiled, crawling forwards to lay down beside her exhausted gift. 

“Well…when do you…plan on…changing that?”

Aliza’s eyes ignited into a warm, orange glow. Reaching down, she gently toyed with his flaccid manhood, “As soon as this little guy is ready to go again. Until then…tell me about yourself. I wanna know the guy who I’ll be taking the virginity of. What made my mother choose you?”

“Well, funny story, actually,” Matteo chuckled.

Cuddling up to Aliza, he proceeded to tell the tale of that Christmas night. How he’d penned a letter to Santa, but his dyslexia and paper cut resulted in the letter ending up in Lucy’s hands. Before he knew it, his erection had returned. Aliza followed his gaze downward, seeing his member ready to go. A grin appeared as her eyes glowed a bit brighter. Quickly sitting up, she pinned Matteo to the bed and began to straddle his pelvis. 

“I’m so excited! I’m finally gonna take a man’s virginity!” She practically squealed, reaching down to spread her labia. 

Matteo had anticipated some foreplay, or perhaps another paragraph about how the demon would claim his mortal V-card, but no. With a sigh, Aliza brought herself slamming down atop Matteo. The bed creaked as his hips took the full weight of the mighty, red demon. 

“Fuck! Oh god, this is even better than I imagined it would be!” She gasped, taking every last inch of him into her warmth. 

Warm, slick precum oozed from her sheath as she found a rhythm. Bouncing higher and higher, Aliza pounded Matteo into the mattress again and again. Grunting as his mortal frame was pushed to its limits, Matteo gave up any attempt at control, choosing instead to accept his role as the powerless bottom to the fifteen foot woman riding cowgirl. To him, it was as though Aliza was stealing his soul as well as his virginity. 

Time became irrelevant for Matteo. Hours passed in seconds, or perhaps seconds stretched into hours. Whichever was the case, Matteo felt as if he could spend an eternity beneath the gigantic demon, their bodies becoming one. Gripping the headrest as tightly as he could, Matteo held on for dear life as he felt his orgasm building. Throwing his head back to stare at the rocky cave ceiling, Matteo cried out as he came deep inside Aliza. 

Bellowing out a moan of her own, the demoness slammed down onto her human for a final time. Her core clamped over his member like a warm vice as she rode out her orgasm. Matteo could see her mighty wings twitching as waves of pleasure surged through their bodies. Gasping for air as though he’d ran a marathon, he groaned upon feeling the adrenaline wear off and the aches of losing his virginity to a fifteen foot tall demon set in. He couldn’t even speak. And even if he could, he knew he’d only moan Aliza’s name again and again. 

Matteo was on the brink of passing out. There wasn’t an ounce of spare energy left in his body. Closing his eyes, he felt Aliza crawl up next to him, her huge arm rolling him onto his side before pulling his body close. His head was sandwiched between her pillowy breasts, the gently thumping of her heartbeat filling his ears. Aliza’s breathing slowed, apparently satisfied enough with their lovemaking session to not pursue another round. His virginity had been claimed, now they could rest. 

About to drift off into what would surely be the best sleep of his life, Matteo heard Aliza’s voice again. Goosebumps formed on his skin as she uttered two magical words before the demon herself drifted off into slumber. 

“Merry Christmas.”