Danielle's father bought and flipped old houses for a living. This of course entailed cleaning said houses, and removing old junk, a task Danielle had been set to since she was little. She didn't mind, having inherited her Dad's love of hard work (as opposed to her witch of a mother, who detested work of any kind). She loved to help out, even if that meant spending her days in dusty attics like this one.
She'd sorted through the items the previous owners had left. Mostly junk, some sentimental value, but one or two items that could make some money at auction. At 17, Danielle was a girl of average height, her short blonde hair held out of her eyes by a bandanna. She was toned, but not overly muscular, and, as she often did during the summer months, had a nice healthy tan. Green eyes could be seen behind her glasses, and she was pretty, though nothing like her mother, who was a fashion model. She wore ratty old jeans, a Metallica concert t that had seen better years (it was starting to get a few holes in it), and sneakers.
Now that the floor was cleared, she saw a chalk design on the floor, and some melted candle stumps. "Aw jeez, another New Age freak. Tryin' t' summon the Devil, yah?" She shook her head. Even though she hadn't lived in Minnesota in years, she sometimes lapsed into sounding like Marge Gunderson.
She got her cleaning materials ready and inspected the circle. It was hard to make out some of they symbols, they were marred and broken, and there was even a hand print in the chalk dust. The story had gone that the previous tenants had their young son commit suicide downstairs- it stood to reason he was into this stuff.
A sensible girl whose only brush with the occult was her monthly D&D game, Danielle Western didn't take much stock in the supernatural. She was about to have a rude awakening! The instant she touched the circle, an unseen wind whipped through the room, and the Duke of Hell, Gemory, made her dramatic appearance!
"Tremble in fear, mortals, for it is I, the Duke of Hell, Gemory!" Gemory appeared with her usual aplomb and grandeur...made less impressive by the fact that she was over a foot shorter than the last time she'd graced this attic. Toni, who had quickly become her favorite concubine and pay earner had long since shown her the advantages of being a shorter girl.
"Oh yah?! And who are you supposed to be?" Danielle was surprised, but despite being on the back foot, she wasn't about to be intimidated by a short cheerleader! "An' put some clothes on, will ya?"
Gemory sighed. "Oh good grief. A girl, and a straight one at that! Didn't you hear? Gemory, Duke of Hell?"
"Duchess." Dani corrected. "If you're a girl, you're a Duchess."
"I'm a MAN, you bespectacled commoner!" Gemory stamped her tiny foot in annoyance.
"Oh yah? Lookin' like that? I don't see no surgery scars." Danielle folded her arms.
"Ugh. This is going so wrong. Everything was so easier last time! Look, whether you like it or not, I have three wishes to give you, then I'll be on my way." Gemory pouted cutely.
"Oh three wishes, is it? And let me guess, each one will be cursed. Like I'll wish to be rich and my Dad will keel over dead of a heart attack and I get insurance money? No thanks, I'll take a live old man over a dead one."
Despite herself, Gemory was starting to like the level-headed teen. "Well I'm afraid you don't have any choice. You're going to get the three wishes the last idiot asked for."
"Oofta. Why didn't he use them?"
Gemory smiled like a cat. "He was a little busy at the time."
"Ugh, let me guess, he summoned you to fuck you?" The girl made a face.
"For evil's sake, girl, am I that repulsive to you?" Gemory whined.
"Huh? No, yer fine, girl like you would make my bitch of a mother explode in jealousy. Just...boys...ugh. The only one worth a damn is my old man and Gramps."
'Oh ho, maybe not as straight as I thought!' Gemory grinned. "Well be that as it may, since he ended up paying for the wishes, someone has to get them. And that someone...is you! Congratulations!"
"Oh yah? I don't get a say at all?" Dani frowned. "Seems like I should be allowed t' refuse!"
"Oh come on, please? They aren't bad wishes, I swear!" Gemory made the Boy Scout salute.
"You just told me you're a Devil! Why should I believe you?" Danielle was exasperated. "And seriously, put a shirt on or something!"
"Oh fine, fine. You know, most people would enjoy looking at me. I don't mind!"
"Yah yah, you're a bloody exhibitionist." Dani looked away...or tried to. Gemory did have the sort of beauty that would make a dead man horny, and even the straightest of women would find themselves lusting for her. Danielle was neither of those things, as much as she pretended otherwise.
Gemory snapped her fingers and she was now wearing an oversized men's flannel shirt...and nothing else. "Is this better?"
"Mite." Danielle sighed. "So about refusing what you're selling..."
"Look, I'll make a concession here, but only because I like you. Accept these wishes and I'll grant you a boon. Not a wish, but more like...a service." Gemory bargained.
"And if I refuse?"
Gemory sighed. "Then we have to go to court. Though you know what they say about lawyers..."
"Oofta. Yah, they all go to your place when they die. Fine, I can put you to work."
'Put me to work? What does she have in mind?' Gemory wondered, but she was happy to get this over with and find someone who appreciated her body. "Very well! The wishes!"
She snapped her fingers, and Tony's disembodied voice could be heard.
"Ok, so wish one! I wish I would enjoy perfect health and never age nor falter...and that women would find me cute!"
"Wish two! I wish I would have the power to make any woman I touch fall unconditionally in love with me, and want to have sex with me!"
"I wish I would also have the power to make any woman I touch prettier, younger, smaller, or have bigger tits!"
"Oofta...you got to be kidding me!?" Danielle blinked. She felt a tingling all over her body, as her features subtly began to change, making her quite attractive. She didn't feel any healthier (as she already had a good stamina).
"Wow, you really are a cutie." Gemory grinned.
Danielle turned to face the old mirror, wiping off the dust to see more clearly. The demoness was right, even she had to admit she was kind of adorable. "Won't people notice that I just got instant plastic surgery?"
"Pfft! People only notice what they want to notice. Besides, it's only women who will be more attracted to you." Gemory waved that off.
"And the other powers? How do they work?" Danielle asked.
"Just touch the target and speak your desire. I'm not sure how your powers will work on trans women, but it should be fun to find..."
Danielle moved forward and put her hand on Gemory's head. "Fall in love with me!", she said.
Gemory blinked. As stated, despite her insistence that she was male, even she thought of herself as a girl. Instantly, she found per perceptions clouded. She really wanted to get Danielle naked and... "Gah!"
"Ha! Bet you didn't think that one through!"
Gemory pouted. "You're mean!"
Danielle paused, admitting that she maybe had gone too far. "Yeah...but you're a demon...I bet you killed that Tony kid."
Gemory sniffled. "It's true, I'm evil. But now I'm going to be laughed out of Hell! A Duke of Hell, falling in love with a mortal?"
"I'm sorry." Danielle looked down at her shoes. "Can I take it back?"
"No! Damn you! I hate that I want to forgive you and just hug and kiss you forever!" Gemory stamped her little foot. She was angry at herself, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry at the girl (whom she now loved). Fortunately, she WAS a demon, so it wasn't a huge setback.
"Well, I'm not sure about the kisses, but you do look kind of huggable." Dani admitted.
With that, Gemory stepped forward and put her arms around Danielle. 'Hm, she's a bit skinny. A bit too much muscle for my taste. But she's got a good heart. Augh, what am I thinking?'
The two embraced for a bit, before Danielle stood back. "Well, now what am I going to do with you? I can't very well ask you to leave, that'd be cruel."
Gemory grinned up at the girl. "I guess you'll have to let your girlfriend move in with you."
"Girlfriend!?" Dani yelped. "My Dad doesn't know I like girls!"
Gemory wanted to jump for joy. 'Ha, I knew it!' But instead she just pouted at Danielle, since this was a proven strategy. "I don't take up much space, and I'm sure he'll like me..."
"I don't know, my mom burned him badly. He always says, 'avoid the pretty ones, Dani, they'll break your heart'."
Gemory frowned. Breaking Dani's heart was the last thing she wanted to do! "Well, I mean, I'm rich, does that help?"
"Oh yah? How rich?" Danielle considered that.
"Where do you think Jeff Bezos is going when he dies?" Gemory grinned. "My palace in Hell is full of the treasures of evil men and women, who all serve me in the afterlife."
"Huh. Well if you can pitch in rent and stuff, that might be an easier sell. But you're going to have to work. I won't have a girl who is afraid to break a nail be my girlfriend." Danielle tried to sound stern, but Gemory was really cute. And when she pouted, ugh, that did things to her that she didn't like to think about!
"Work? Huh. Well I don't usually have to get physical, but I'm much stronger than I look, and have...tireless stamina." She emphasized those last two words, her voice becoming low and sexy.
"Oofta, stop it, you damn succubus!"
"Hey! I'm not mere succubus, I'll have you know! I'm upper management, they work for me!" Gemory folded her arms, nearly insulted.
"Oh, my bad, I don't know much about demons other than what the Monster Manual says. My family isn't really religious. What is the difference?"
"Well, Succubi are tempters and seducers, two things I am quite good at, but their powers are more limited. Not much magic, more than what you need to shapeshift or conjure up a sexy outfit. They can lay on the charm though. Terrible fliers, even though they have wings, and not great in a fight...usually. They basically have to function as middle men for a stronger demon to procure souls. Also, they need to snack on mortal lifeforce from time to time or they become weak."
"Oofta, lifeforce? So they age you...or level drain, like what my Dad says D&D used to be like?"
Gemory waved that off. "That's only if they are starving. Generally the energy of fantastic sex is enough they can take a few nibbles on a lover's stamina and the emotions generated by the afterglow. Nothing you'd notice unless you were in very bad health. But a demon like myself, with thousands of souls under her belt, is fully self-sustaining. Though I might nibble from time to time, it IS enjoyable. Like a pie from Baker's Square."
Dani blinked. "You eat real food?"
"Of course! Good food can be just as seductive as a pair of nice breasts you know."
"Does that mean...you can cook?" Dani got a strange look on her face.
"One of my lesser talents, yes...why are you looking at me like that?!"
Danielle had tears in her eyes. "Dad and I can't cook for nothing! If you can give me good home cooked meals, I'll marry you!"
'She probably doesn't mean that...but that doesn't mean I won't take the advantage!', Gemory thought. "I accept!" She snapped her fingers and a pair of diamond engagement rings appeared on both girl's fingers.
Dani just gaped at the ring. "Wait...what?"
"Congratulations, darling!" Gemory hugged her fiancee. "We're engaged!"