Nurse Demoness Chapter 1

Lightning crackled through the night sky, illuminating a feminine figure perched in a window of the Hospital Merci. Darkness quickly overtook the lights again and left only the dark shadow of a woman. Dark eyes studied the room in silence, her heart beating fast.

Mina was a demon of lust. That is, she embodied everything sexual and then some, but also fed off of the sexual energy in a process that was often fatal. Often she considered herself a succubus, but that description did not adequately describe what she was. Those demons existed, but for her, she wasn’t hindered by their curse of only feeling one emotion or sin; Lust. This demoness, as she referred to herself often, was able to consider the broad spectrum of emotions that humans did. She had no explanation for it, but that wasn’t from a lack of investigating. Lightning flashed revealing her once again from the shadows.

Porcelain skin came out, but her dark hair stayed in the shadows. It was long but pulled back for ease of entry into the hospital. It also allowed her breasts, which were huge by normal standards, to stand out in their full glory. Those round spheres of chest coupled with full hips and what she had many refer to as a bubble butt. She had toned legs and arms. Hands sported dark obsidian nails, and her feet were hooves, which always posed a problem on her feeding nights.

The demoness was hanging out in the window of a private ICU room of the Hospital Merci because this is how she preferred to feed. During the day, the demoness posed as a nurse who, but at night, she returned to a marked room in where the occupant was already knocking on death’s door. She did this for two reasons. The first being that it was an almost endless supply of food. The second was for defensive measures. Those who died in the hospital were often assumed to have succumbed to injuries or diseases. For her, keeping a low profile meant that she could live and continue her goals.

Tonight, her prey was a man, well more of a boy being that he was barely twenty, named Alexander. No doubt, his friends probably called him Alex. Mina had learned of the injured man when he wheeled by in right before the end of her last shift. He wasn’t going to make it. The diagnosis had been glum and then he was wheeled into the private ICU room to die. His report spoke of no one that was close and for Mina he was the perfect meal, but the report also detailed what had happened.

Alexander was a man who enjoyed the speed that a motorcycle had to offer. Whoever wrote the report assumed that he had been enjoying the speed that the small vehicle provided. That speed had been his undoing when a car had changed lanes abruptly and hadn’t seen the speedster. There was no time to brake, and he swerved to avoid the impact, but the spiraling event ended up with him leaving the bike and slamming on the road. The impact had shattered the man’s body and had moved him closer to death’s door than many of the multitudes that came through. It had Mina wet with excitement. Meals like this were hard to obtain. His injuries and youth meant that he would be too weak to fight and a decent meal. At twenty, his once bright future was coming to an end, but it was an end that Mina would make as heavenly as possible.

The window had been left unlocked earlier by none other than herself. There were no allies in this place, and she had only one friend. A man named Norm, who’s name, was a fitting description of the man, except in other locations. She thought of Norm and the often meetings they had for sex. The memory helped her get more into the mood for what she was about to do.

The first step into a room was always the hardest. Mina wasn’t able to hold her human form if she took too long between feedings. This day was such an occasion, and so the first step was difficult. Hooves would echo throughout the room if she stepped too hard. Sneaking in hooves was a difficult task at best. Hunger consumed her, and it made the task no easier.

The hospital hadn’t taken in an ICU case in over a day, which was not unheard of, just rare. So for Mina, her day was filled with distractions of needing to feed. That need would eventually take and cause another hunger, a need for sex. So badly that Mina almost thought she was a nymphomaniac. She managed the first step and made it in just as quietly with the second. Her pussy twitched in anticipation, and heat went through her body, signaling that the hunger would not be kept at bay much longer. That would be disastrous because it would take over like an instinct and damn whoever saw her feed at that point.