The Devil You Make Ch. 01

Camping in the mountains of North Carolina were always Nick's favorite part of the fall. Maybe it was the leaves changing. Maybe it was the slight cool breeze. Maybe it was just the overall view of the sun coloring the valleys as if it were showering the trees in a muted gold.

No matter the reason Nick felt at home. Looking out at the blanket of trees he felt so small and out of place as an IT guy who spends most of his time in cramped spaces with technology and modern life buzzing around him. His small two bedroom apartment always made him feel so insignificant to the grand world, especially since he lived alone. Thinking about his lonely lifestyle, he realized he loved the mountains because they represented what he knew he wasn't.

He wasn't very majestic, with his lean, non-muscular body frame. He wasn't very proud. Sure he made a good living installing networks and setting up servers in Asheville, but he only chose the field because he liked to learn how things worked, not because he wanted the world to know he did it. He wasn't spontaneous or change like the leaves. Hell, the only unplanned event to ever happen in his life was at 18, when his best friend dared him to get a tattoo of a succubus on his arm. At 22 he thought he would be where every 22 year old thought they would be. A good job, a family, a home.

'Well 2 out of three ain't bad,' he thought as he hiked down the beaten path. He often took these camping trips to help him clear his mind and all he could think of was everything he was missing in life. He would normally camp out in the middle of nowhere and just walk the woods of the Pisgah Forrest discovering waterfalls few had ever seen.

As he ducked to avoid a tree branch he thought to himself,'I need to find a purpose. I need to really do something with my life.'

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a bird move and fly into a tree. He thought about his tattoo and how much he actually loved it. The succubus had long black wings, red hair, and a slight Latina look to her. Her horns were small, almost bumps, and her fangs were barely visible with her seductive smirk. She wore a bikini that was the same color red as he hair and black fishnet stockings. There was a small tattoo of a heart on her hip, and a darke black tail dangled out of he tailbone. When the tattoo artist asked what color her eyes should be he immediately stated green.

This was his perfect woman. This fantasy woman permanently inked into his skin was what he wanted. A strong seductive redhead who could wear something sexy and still looked so confident.

Chuckling to himself,'I'm in love with my imaginary girlfriend. It's like I'm back in middle school.'

He continued walking through the woods when he came upon something he thought he'd never see in the thick of the woods: a path. Growing up a boyscout, he long ago would enter the woods with a compass, pick a direction and blaze his own trail. He would normally walk for hours without seeing any other signs of humanity. Knowing how to get back to his campsite, he decided'what the hell. I'm already here.' And decided to follow it.

After walking for around 20 minutes the trail curves and surprises just kept coming to him. There was a house! Who would live way out here? Oh god, please don't be private property.

"HELLO!" he screamed out hoping his greeting wouldn't be responded with the sound of the cocking of a gun. Hunters didn't take real kindly to someone on their lands. He continued walking forward shouting until he ended up at the door.

The house looked as if it was ancient and built from the trees surrounding it. He could see the small smoke stack on the roof and couldn't help but notice that there was no smoke coming out of it. Knocking on the door caused it to open slightly.

"Hello? I promise I'm not poaching. I was just hiking and found the path here."

"Please don't shoot me. Please don't shoot me," he muttered. He decided to press his luck and slowly opened the door.

Looking inside he immediately saw the the house turned out to be more of a shed. A very empty shed. He saw the footprints of small animals decorating the floor, and the fireplace that hadn't seen a flame in quite a long time. The shed was devoid of any furniture except for a pedestal in the center holding an empty book.

'Well this is different'

The sunlight was barely visible coming through the old window and he couldn't help but compare this shed to the size of his master bedroom of his apartment. He decided to look around the place some more, but couldn't find much. There was a bookshelf with no books in it. Two small tables with unlight candles on them. Really, there was nothing to look at except for the pedestal.

Stepping up to examine the book he saw there was a large gold ring on top of the book that he didn't notice before. It was covered in dust and had cobwebs connecting it to the old pages of the book. While picking up the ring, it separated at a clasp and turned into a sort of large looking bracelet. After hearing the clank of the metal separating, he saw some words dented into the side of it.

"I am yours," he read aloud.

Looking at the book itself turned out to be pretty uneventful. Whatever language was written down on the pages, he didn't know it. The pages fell a part like wet toilet paper when he barely touched the edge of it. So now what to do with the ring?

Looking around again, he remembered that no one was there. No one had been there in a long time. And no one seemed to be coming back there. Could he really just take it? Take pictures of it and see if anyone on the internet knew what it was? He wasn't a thief so maybe he could find out where it should really belong. Maybe it was a long lost family heirloom of one of the many Scotsman that emigrated to the mountians. He didn't want it to fall out of his pocket, so the wrist was the only place for it.

Finally deciding what to do he put it on his wrist and with one smooth clank, had it loosely hanging on his wrist. With the sound of the clank, the candles immediately ignited and a small breeze blew into the shed. He felt a shiver go down his spine as if he just witnessed something he was not privy to see.

"Shit!" he exclaimed.

Wanting no other reason to stay, he blew the candles out (Smokie The Bear would want it that way) and set on his way back to camp. The bracelet felt weird dangling on his wrist. Sure he was a skinny guy, but thie ring was so big it made his wrist look like a child. While walking he shoved it up his arm until it was just below his shoulder, covering his succubus tattoo.'I wonder who it belongs to?'

The campsite revealed a different kind of shock and surprise. A bunch of raccoons found his stash of ramien noodles for lunch and decided to help themselves. The had also torn through his small tent and helped themselves to the nature bars he had thought he hidden away.

With no food and no good shelter, it looked like his weekend getaway was quickly turning into a trek back to the apartment, binge watch tv shows weekend. Cleaning up his site didn't take long and he made sure to leave no trace that he was there like had been taught growing up. His truck wasn't parked very far away so during the mid afternoon he found him selves back on the road driving home.

Counting out of state license plates passed the time as well as listening to a podcast or two. After 20 minutes of driving he found his hand resting on the bracelet. It just felt natural to him. He never felt the need to drive like that, however he felt like he just had to touch the ring. He played with it and twirled it around his bicep the whole drive.

Getting home right before dusk he felt like he was 75 years old. All he wanted to do was lay in his bed and sleep. Sunset was in another 30 minutes, but his body told him it was time to power down for the night and sleep. Tomorrow, he decided, he would start his search for the owner. Tomorrow he would have his quest. Tomorrow may be the start of what he wanted. He would have a new purpose. But for now... Sleep.

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Stirring in his sleep, Nick felt a slight chill from the ceiling fan so he reached down to pull his blanket up to cover him. Even in his sleepy state, the blanket felt warmer then it should have. Since when did his blanket feel leathery? He cleared his throat and felt a something move behind him. He felt the shifting of the bed.'Holy shit someone was in bed with me'! he thought.

Jumping out of bed startled his sleeping partner and she sat up quick to see what scared her. They both looked at each other and immediately let out a scream.

"Who the hell are you?!" Nick screamed out.

"Me?! Who the hell are you?" She Shouted back. She got out of bed and looked around not recognizing her surroundings. She turned to face him, legs slightly spread, back slightly arched. If he wanted to fight, she was going to give him a hell of a fight and pounce first.

"My name is Nicholas. Everyone calls me Nick."'why did I just tell her that?'he thought.

That's when he truly saw her. Her skin was the color of smooth golden brown. Her bright red hair flowed down her face and her eyes were so green, they looked like they were made of real emeralds. She was wearing a stunning red bikini that showed off he small tattoo of a heart on her hip.

And of course, there were the wings.

"What am I doing here?" she snarled at him. Her short fangs shone a bright white in compassion to her darker skin. Her tail swayed back and forth as she slowly shifted he body back and forth.

"I don't know. Are those wings real?"

"Of course they are you idiot! How did I get here?"

"I have no idea! Now, How are you, how did you get in my bed, and why do you look exactly like my tattoo?!"

She looked around the room quickly and squeezed her own head as if she were trying to think of something. "I... I..." She racked her brain for memories. Something that would tell her that she knew something other the. The past 2 minutes. And... Nothing. There was nothing there. It was as if she were just born, but had the vocabulary of an adult. She couldn't remember anything beyond waking up in bed with a complete stranger.

"I don't know!" And with that last outburst, she fell to the floor.

Nick stood there for a moment not knowing what exactly to do. His tattoo came to life, that he was certain. Was he dreaming? He pinched himself, closed his eyes real tight, opened them and saw she was still there. How could this have happened? He immediately felt like he had to do something. But more importantly, he felt he had to do something for her. He felt like she was his responsibility and he needed to help her.

He walked around the bed until he was standing above her. He looked at her skimpy outfit, beautiful body, and found himself getting slightly aroused. The woman of his dreams was here! Sure she was passed out and couldn't remember anything, but she was alive and breathing right in front of him. He knew he needed to play his cards right when she woke up or else she would probably attack him. Her fight or flight moment came and all he saw in her eyes was fight.

Her eyes. Oh god her eyes. Those bright green orbs were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he knew he had to see them again.

Having more clothes on than a bikini would probably make her feel less vulnerable. He needed to find something more modest for her to wear so he walked to his closet and pulled out a button up shirt he had. He buttoned all of the buttons except for the top two and thought about how he was going to get it on her.

He sat next to her and began to roll her from her side to her back. The side of his hand accidentally brushed against one of her boobs and he immediately turned bright red and froze in place. He didn't want his actions to be misconstrued. He wrapped his arms around her sides and lifted her to a sitting position leaning against his side and chest. He got her hands and head through and slowly pulled the shirt down her body.

When the shirt was finally in place, he let her body lean against his and he couldn't help but check out her figure. Her stomach was toned and tight and he breast was just shy of being considered big. His eyes traveled down to her legs and he marveled at the smooth caramel color of them. He kept looking at her and he finally noticed something he didn't have a chance to earlier. In the crotch of her bottoms was a bulge that shouldn't be there. He reached down and slowly lowered her bottoms so he could really see it.

"Oh my god you have a cock!"

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This is my first story. I welcome all comments, critiques, and advice. Hope you enjoy the start.