Nurse Demoness Ch. 04

Lightning flashed repeatedly, illuminating the Mina's silhouette as she journeyed across town from the church bell tower to her apartment. She cursed herself for being short sighted this night with the storm and her feeding. The one soul she was able to feast on full had been a drug addict it wasn't a particularly good one. Humans were like wine, each with a different flavor and how they sated her appetite. A druggie didn't have much to offer, and the other prey at the hospital had turned out to be in love. It was infuriating that all she wanted was a cock with a good soul, and she couldn't get one.

Mina swooped onto the balcony of her apartment, soaked form the rain. The balcony was on the top floor, the fifth floor, and located at one of the corners of the building. Always left unlocked, the screen door provided a way to avoid her annoying self-righteous neighbor. The man had a crush on her and Mina would have eaten him already had he not been her neighbor. She tired to avoid any demonic actions that would cause alarm near where she lived. The screen slid open, and an assault of rotten eggs hit her. Gagging, Mina began searching her apartment.

Nothing was off in her bedroom, and so she took a moment to shift back into her human form. Rushing into her bathroom and almost in a panic, she found an air freshener and began emptying the can in her room. She cursed when it sputtered into an emptiness before she could get out of her bedroom. Even though finding the source of the smell was important, Mina realized that covering the smell took precedence. If it seeped into other apartments, especially her annoying neighbor, he would visit and investigate. It took rummaging through the bathroom to find a stash of scented candles and after lighting the handful of containers, she hoped they would overtake the smell. Finally heading into the living area, she stumbled upon a scene out of her nightmares.

Blackened white walls and smoldering furniture decorated the once vibrant living room. A burned circle lay in the cent of her living room. It was a summoning circle, and Mina found herself shaking in fear. The ceiling was black, and it was no small wonder that the emergency response crews weren't in her place right now.

"Shit," she said. There was a clatter from the kitchen, and so Mina put down the candles on the one piece of furniture in her place still left, a bookshelf.

"Who's there?"

With a summoning circle, it could be anything demonic. A massive demon could walk out and start spouting off a speech about failings or evil or killing her, it could be anything. What she didn't expect was a smaller figure to walk into the living area from the kitchen. Naked and green, Mina watched as yellow eyes peered up at her.

"Master?" It asked.

It, of course, was an almost fitting description. There was a boyish appearance to it, but it also sported female anatomy. The breasts were small, and so was its cock.

"Master? Who the hell are you? What the hell did you do to my place?"

The smaller thing moved back a bit with the sudden outburst of anger.

"You are my master; I don't know. I just was. And then you came."

"You aren't making sense?"

"Well-I-um," it said.

She took a step closer to the little demon, and it screamed in a high pitched shrill at her.

"No, master."

"Fine, just don't do that again," she said.

"You scared me," it said looking at the floor and shifting back and forth on its hooves.

"I'm sorry. You're just a surprise and my home, it's destroyed."

The thing looked up and around, and Mina saw what looked like cat ears on top of its head.

"I can fix that after we fix me," it said.

"Look, I need a shower, I don't care where you came from, but go back."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"You summoned me, Master. You made me. I am here because you willed it."

"I don't remember doing that."

The look of dejection from the thing almost broke Mina's heart.

"Look, it's weird. I realize you're a demon, but how is this possible?" Mina asked.

"Oh, well master, all I remember is when you were with the boy in the hospital, using your energy to heal him, some residual energy bleed

off and well, I was created. Here actually."

"What's with the second sex?"

"Oh, as you created me, you have to finish the job. I suppose its best to say that newborns have both sexes."

"Look, this is too much. I need some rest. Can you clean this all up?"

The little green demon looked over the living room.

"I can manage, but I don't have much energy master."

"Stop calling me that. My name is Mina."

"That's not very demonic, Mina."

"I keep my demonic name secret. Don't want it getting out."

"Why?"

Mina walked around the demon and headed into the kitchen. She poured himself a drink. Rum, a brand that had a strong sugary taste, but had a little burn. This brand of rum was practically the only alcohol Mina drank, being that alcohol tended to lower her inhibitions. A recipe for disaster being that it would only take her one night to feed on the entire building in a few hours if she lost control of herself. The blowback of doing such a thing would bring a world of unwanted attention focused on her. Especially if someone saw a demon and survived. Children being the obvious one being that unless you were eighteen, demons were not allowed to feed upon or kill unless they observed certain rituals and laws.

The drink went down smoothly, and she poured another. The second one was the last one she would have, but it made her feel relaxed, if not just for a minute. As the heat spread in her body and relaxed it, the pangs of desire began to manifest themselves in her. Like the unending hunger of a black hole, Mina's need for sex seemed unquenchable. Times it was diminished, but never gone.

She moved back to the living and saw that her summoned demon was standing in the middle of the burnt circle. Noting to herself that the place would be fixed by the time she journeyed back into the room, Mina went into her bedroom, closing the door and headed for a shower. Within a half-hour, she was laying in bed and resting. It was weird that a demon needed sleep, but then again, Mina suspected her demonic body wasn't complete yet.

Sleep overtook consciousness welcomely fast. Dreams were rife with visions of shadows and sex. She found it annoying that these dreams often affected her when she awoke. Often, she spent an hour after waking masturbating almost non-stop. The chore never worked and when she got to work, it became a day of balancing work and keeping her sexual desires in check until she could feed. Currently, her dreams involved a mass of tentacles coming out of a bulb like apparatus and it was going great until a ringing started. Mina awoke to her phone going off.

"Mmmh-Hello," she said.

"Mina?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Hey, you're on call. Time to come in. Two of your patients woke."

The line clicked, and Mina let the phone clatter to the floor. The day had started off terrible. Not only had her dreams left her again unable to find satisfaction, but she had to also suffer no relief before work. On top of that, she had just an hour to get to work. All that was needed was a cold shower, which helped a little, but each step seemed to reestablish her horniness. The demoness practically flew out of her front door and headed to the bus stop after dressing ignoring the little demon sleeping on the couch.

Mina hated using public transportation because the close quarters on the bus left no doubt that her panties would barely contain her pheromones. Only once the mistake of not having something prepared for sopping wet panties happened, and that was during the first days of her nursing practica. How embarrassing it was that a circle of wetness grew bigger in her scrubs, and there was no way to hide the amount of pheromones that leaked out. To say the least, everyone in the school had talked the next day about the amazing sex they had that night. She had learned to keep zip lock bags and sets of panties in her purse.

The whole incident had forced her to go to a gynecologist, who had been helpful about the entire thing, but had joked about her condition. A lot of women would pay for what she had, but the condition was a problem, especially in maintaining a professional appearance. The doctor diagnosed her with hyperbarthoninia syndrome. To say the least, it was something that existed because of her demonic body's constant need for stimulation.

Sitting on the bus, Mina was glad for having found a seat to herself. There were only three stops before she would be close enough to the hospital to walk to it. The entire trip would take almost a half hour and so the journey, like it was every morning to the hospital, became an effort to keep her hands tucked underneath her ass. The bumps in the road never did help her in the endeavor and by the time it was her stop, Mina was almost sure she had begun to seep through the fabric of her panties. It took everything not to make a mad run to the hospital. A public display would be enough to call unwanted attention to her. Especially when she was passing the construction along the way to her destination.

The hospital parking lot had no empty spaces. Sun was barely up, and the place was in full swing with visitors, residents and bustling workers. Every person she passed smelled delicious, no matter the age, no matter the sickness, no matter the gender. Mina was barely able to make it into one of the private nurse restrooms before something dire happened. Inside, Mina was spread eagle on a toilet trying to relieve some of the pressure in her body. It worked, but it ate up all the rest of the time she had to get to work. Packing up quickly, new panties on, Mina left the restroom reeking of cinnamon. The pheromones would linger for hours, but the demoness had little choice in the matter. It wouldn't be the first time she had relieved tension in the hospital and only once in the years she had been working there had anyone stumbled upon where she had been pleasuring herself. That man was Norm, and after confronting her, the man had quickly become a lover. It sucked he had been on vacation for two weeks, and so she wasn't able to use him for relief.

She headed up to her designated working area and clocked into work. It was time for her rounds, and she needed to see the two patients who had to awaken in the night. She guessed one was Alex, being that she had healed him the night before during her attempt at feeding on him. The other one, Mina couldn't guess. Sometimes the ones in ICU in commas awoke before dying or being transferred. Her second awakened patient was probably going to be some old guy, so Mina went to the one she knew, Alex. Nurse Betsy greeted her outside his room door.

"About time Mina, you better get in there. Dr. Archbold isn't happy," Betsy said.

She smiled, which infuriated Mina. The bitch was always trying to get to her. The demoness couldn't blame her, though. In the hospital, Mina was about the hottest thing that had ever graced the place. Every man and just about every woman drooled over Mina in some lustful way, though Mina was sure that description was better as anyone.

"I'm sure it's over incompetence before beauty," Mina said and then she went in. If the door could slam shut, she was sure the other nurse would have. The demoness walked into seeing the doctor examining Alex.

"Nurse Mina, its great that you are here," Archbold said, "Alex, this is Mina. She will be your nurse for the rest of your time here in ICU. If everything checks out, you'll be moved to a recovery room by tonight."

"Hey that's awesome news," Mina said as she went about checking all of the readouts from the various machines that monitored the patient. The doctor continued his conversation with questions about health before getting up and leaving. He said goodbye to both of them and told Mina he would be checking on the other patient and to come by when she finished. Alone in the room with Alex, Mina wrapped up her duties.

"It's you isn't it?" He said in a hushed tone.

Mina stopped to look at him. He remembered the encounter much to her dismay.

"Yes," she said.

"You look different."

"Its part of the gigue."

"What are you?"

"An angel and I'll stay that way if you keep your mouth shut about all of this," she said looking back at her charts and notating final points about her patient.

"Thank you."

The words were a surprise. There was a sincerity in them that took Mina aback.

"Please, don't ever mention it. Don't even speak of it."

"I won't. Least I can do but can I ask one more question."

"What?"

"Why?"

"You were lucky."

At that statement, Mina concluded her work and left the room. She hoped it would be the last time that she ever ran across Alex again. Her other patient's location at the other end of the wing and Merci Hospital was a place that supported an enormous amount of space. So much so, that it muffled screams emanating from the other side of the wing. As Mina made her way down to the room, Doctor Archbold whisked by her with a terrified look on his face.

"See if you can calm him," he shouted back at her before heading to what she assumed would be to get drugs for the patient. The other nurses, including Betsy, were standing outside the door all looking scared. Mina walked up and pulled the record out of the door to look it over. There was a break in the commotion in the room, and Mina heard the monotone of the death alamr for another patient. She looked at Betsy.

"Someone died, I'll take care of this," she said.

Rose, a small petite Latina woman immediately took off and the rest of the nurses followed. Mina went back looking at the chart of the patient. His name was Dean, and he had been brought in for an attempted suicide. The man was expected to live, but was put in ICU for intensive care for his injuries and needed close watching in case of a repeat performance. Putting the record back in its bin, Mina walked into the room.

Dean was thrashing in the hospital bed and screaming. He didn't even see Mina enter the room.The demoness just walked in and began to talk.

"I think that's enough, don't you?"

Silence. It was what the entire wing needed, and Mina was grateful that the man settled down.

"If you act up again, we are gonna call the cops and have you restrained," she said to him. Her calm voice slow and annunciating the threat.

She moved to the foot of the bed and picked up his chart.

"Okay, why am I here?" Dean asked.

Mina stared at the dark haired man. He had a matching thick beard, and she could see that he was fit.

"A handsome looking man like you tried to kill yourself."

She looked up from the chart to look at him.

"A real shame. I don't understand why you are here either. Should be in a psych ward I think. Shattered legs, broken back, blood clots. You're a very lucky man indeed."

"Not so lucky, I woke up."

"So you say. Keep it up and the other nurses may help you not."

They stared at each other, each understanding the veiled threat.

"What's gonna happen now?"

"I don't know. Honestly, everyone seemed surprised that you woke. How are you feeling?"

"I'm in pain. Everything hurts."

"Bet the concrete helped with that. I'll put in for some stronger pain medication."

"Thank you, um."

"My name is Mina. And damn straight you should thank me. Any more outbursts and I'll be one calling the cops."

"What are you?" He asked. Mina realized it was because she had let her anger flare at the man for just a second with the warning, and her eyes had gone entirely gray. She could see his spirit, which was an indicator. Forcing herself to calm, she answered him.

"Act up again; you'll find out."

"I won't."

She nodded at him before putting his chart back at the foot of his bed. Spinning around on her heel, she walked out of the room and to the wing's greeting desk. The order for better painkillers took seconds and as she was finishing the call when her lover Norm walked up to the desk.

"Back from vacation already?" She asked.

"Yeah, too soon, though?"

"Oh, you didn't come back for me?"

"Maybe a little."

"Just a little huh?"

"I did bring you a big gift?"

"Is it a big one?"

He winked at her.

"Come down in an hour and I'll give it to you."

Those words were like flipping a bigger switch to Mina's body. The floodgates of her vagina were open now and so as she continued to make her rounds, she became painfully aware how badly she needed something to plug the flowing river. The hour passed slow, but when it was up, she headed to the elevator mumbling to nurses about needing a break.

Norm was the hospital mortician. The man almost lived in the basement of the hospital, preparing bodies for their trips to the morgue or even for an autopsy. He was in a paradise of quiet and solitude. Other than the occasional visitor, Norm was alone. He had worked for the hospital ten years, and his presence had been regarded by most fleeting. With a plain name and an aversion to conversation, Norm was known, but no one besides Mina really knew him. As the elevator descended to the man's domain, Mina thought about how she had first met Norm.

The day had been what would and had become a routine for Mina. She would do her rounds, then as a new nurse, and then would take a break. Often this break involved finding an empty room, corner or lavatory to masturbate in. That is how they met. She was in an empty room in a quite corner, fingers buried deep inside her when he came into the room. There wasn't enough warning for her to hide what she was doing, but he had surprised her by asking if she needed a hand. After introductions, and she even laughed at his name, Mina had found that he was anything but normal in the downstairs department. He could bottom her out and blow out the sides, and ever since, Mina had been coming to Norm for the same treatment. It was a quick fix, the sex was great, and she never fed on him. Her idea was why ruin a good thing.

Mina walked past three silver-walled rooms to Norm's office. Norm was the caretaker of the deceased and Mina felt it discomforting to walk by the three rooms that held bodies, but the need for sex always won. Norm was sitting behind his desk when she came in. His cock was already out, and all he did was roll his chair back, and Mina smiled at him before taking her pants off.

Sex between them often had no words. They both used each other for relief, and they knew it. Norm had established that their relationship was friendly, but Mina could never want more than that or more than sex. She had quickly agreed, much to each other's delight, and that rule had never come close to being violated. Their sex always changed, but for Mina, she just loved how it felt like she was impaling herself on a sausage log. So much cum would bathe her insides that it would flow out of her before it could be absorbed.

They had a routine. He would cum once in her pussy and then she would cum on his cock. The thing never went down it seemed, and so she would ride it or her he would fuck her after he released. After that, he would fuck her in the ass. They both came the second time together. Then she cleaned him up and headed back to finish the required rounds of her job. Today was no exception, but Norm changed the routine, he spoke to her as she licked his cock clean.

"Man, I missed this. I need more. Can you come down later for another session?"

Mina sucked on the tip of his cock, getting what little cum left with her probing tongue. Finished she stood up and looked at him before dressing. Dressed, she finally answered Norm, who was leaning back in his chair, his cock still hanging out.

"Yes, I was called in so that means I will have to work all night before I get a day off now. How about dinner time?"