I signed the register book, paid my twenty bucks, and took the schedule and name tag offered to me by the desk attendant.  I slapped the name tag over the left side of my chest and left the desk so the next person in line could register for the Con.  I thumbed through the schedule for Friday, the first day of the weekend-long convention.  There wasn't much happening, just a few intro gaming sessions and the opening of one video room, the room scheduled to play anime for the duration of the Con.  I'd already seen most of the shows, newbie stuff like Akira, Nausicaa, and Do You Remember Love?

A teen dressed like Darth Maul shoved past me down the hall, followed by two of his buddies.  I moved close to the left wall, checking the events for Saturday.  I smiled in eager anticipation when I found the event I wanted, the Con appearance of Sarah Michelle Gellar.  A flush came over me when I thought about Sarah, I would finally get to see her in person!

I halted when I reached a line impatiently waiting to enter the Dealer's Room.  With nothing else to do, I took a place at the end of the procession and stood while continuing to peruse the schedule book.  The line moved quickly, and soon I was in the massive conference room filled with folding tables and display stands.  Since this was the first day of Slay-Con, only a few dealers had set up, most waited until Saturday morning to do business.  Two dealers were selling comics and used books, another had a display of crystals and medieval clothing.  One dealer sat in a corner on the far side of the conference room, a small table of merchandise in front of him.  The man was portly, with a ponytail of black hair and an unshaven face.  He wore black-framed glasses, a black t-shirt and leather vest, ending in worn jeans and sneakers.

I looked down at the table and its unimpressive contents.  There were a few very worn Conan paperbacks, some faded 1st edition AD&D books, and issues three thru ten of Lady Death in plastic bags sealed with scotch tape.  I idly shifted through the Lady Death comics, vaguely wondering if he had any of the more rare alternate covers or leather-bound issues.

"You like Lady Death?" growled the dealer, his dark eyes intent upon me.

"She's okay.  Purgatori's really hot," I mumbled, moving comics aside.

"Would you like to see Purgatori?  In the flesh?" smiled the dealer widely.

"Yeah, sure," I snorted.

"You can summon her with this," said the dealer, reaching into his leather vest and withdrawing a Chaos! Comics symbol made of iron and ivory.  "You can have it for a hundred bucks."

The obese dealer set the sharp-edged pin in my right palm.  I could feel warmth coming from the pin, a very faint impression of heat.  I reached back for my wallet to pay the dealer.
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Even though I lived in town, I rented a room at the Broadway where the Con was being held so I could get away from my dad for the weekend, and so I could watch the all-night SF and anime on the hotel's TV.  I sat down on my small bed, took a sip of Dr. Pepper, and examined the Chaos! pin.  The dealer had told me what to do, the ritual that would bring Purgatori to me.  Gulping nervously, I closed my right hand around the pin, grimacing when the sharp edges stabbed into my skin, drawing blood.

"I summon thee, dread goddess!  I summon thee, drinker of blood!"

Nothing happened.  I could hear the televisions blaring in the rooms next to mine, I could hear laughter and loud voices arguing.

"A hundred bucks down the drain," I sighed, opening my hand and letting the bloody pin fall onto the bedspread.

Warm, red arms encircled my neck, soft, yielding breasts pressed against my shoulder blades.

"You called me, boy?" purred Purgatori into my right ear before she playfully licked my earlobe.

"You..you're really here!" I blurted, jumping off the bed and backing away towards the exit.

Purgatori picked up the pin on the bed and raised it to her moist lips, licking off my blood.  I couldn't look away from the gorgeous devil woman, she knelt upon the pillows, her slim, ruby legs curled underneath her, her bat-like wings folded over her bare shoulders.  Purgatori was topless, her seductive tits hung before my wide eyes, begging to be fondled and tasted.  The vampire goddess' raven hair hung to her shoulders, two dainty, ivory horns were set just above her temples, one horn adorned with a gold ring.  Purgatori wore a simple strip of black cloth to cover her sex, which she removed as she stretched out her long, sensual legs.

"Come here, my handsome boy, let me hold you," murmured Purgatori huskily, running a tongue across her lower lip.

"Are..are you going to kill me?" I stammered, my mind screaming at me to flee, but my dick ordering me to stay.

"No, I promise," smiled Purgatori, spreading her legs apart, tempting me closer with a view of her shaved red cunt.

With my heart shuddering in my chest, the blood roaring in my temples, I slowly returned to the bed and sat next to Purgatori.

"Good boy," said the vampire goddess, stroking my hair with one long-nailed hand.  "What would you like to do with me?"

I tentatively reached down with my left hand and stroked Purgatori's left thigh.  Purgatori didn't protest as I slid my hand up and down her leg, her skin smooth and incredibly warm, as if she burned with fever.  While I continued to caress Purgatori's leg, she unzipped my jeans and inserted her hand into my shorts.  I gasped loudly when she wrapped her hand around my cock, gently massaging it with her warm, slender fingers.

"Does that feel good, boy?" purred Purgatori, leaning close to me, the scent of her naked body strong beneath my nose, musky and feminine.

"Yes!" I smiled, pressing my face in Purgatori's silky black hair, my hand sliding up her thigh to hesitantly touch her bare pussy.  When the woman didn't object, I rubbed her cunt harder, the flesh soft and pliant underneath my fingers.  Purgatori's pussy was warmer than her leg, I slowly slipped my left index finger into her cunt, exploring a woman's sex for the first time.

Purgatori's hand tightened around my cock.  She started stroking faster, making me moan into her shoulder.  Purgatori's hand felt so good around my meat as she caressed it over and over, sliding her fingers from base to tip in smooth, easy motions.

"You're about to burst, aren't you, boy?" whispered Purgatori into my ear, her right hand covering my left that was between her legs.  She guided my fingers, showing me where to stroke her pussy and how fast.  Purgatori's cunt was soon covered in wetness, my fingers slid across the slick, dripping flesh.  "I'm ready too.  I want to fuck you now."

Purgatori pushed me onto my back and sat over my legs, pinning me.  She ripped my Buffy t-shirt open with her sharp nails, tossing the ruined garment away.  While she unbuckled my jeans, the devil woman leaned against me and licked my nipples with her tongue.  I moaned with pleasure, reaching out to squeeze the vampire goddess' jiggling tits.  Purgatori wrapped my wrists in her black loincloth and held down my arms above my head, licking and nibbling on my shivering nipples the entire time.  She slid her crotch up until it pressed over mine, then slowly enfolded my cock with her pussy, covering my groaning lips with her sultry mouth.  Pinning my wrists to the bed with her right hand, Purgatori raked the nails of her left hand down my quaking chest, her pelvis slamming into mine, her cunt squeezing my member incredibly tight.  I was infected with Purgatori's fever, I devoured the seductive woman's lips, my tongue entwined with hers as our hips gyrated together, my prick stabbing deep into her sucking vagina.  Since Purgatori held my hands, I concentrated on moving my hips, clenching my buttocks and thrusting up with all my strength, delving deep into the vampire goddess' body, the sweat from her ruby skin splashing down to soak me.

Purgatori licked my mouth once, then kissed the side of my neck, her lips caressing, hot with lust and demonic passion.  I sucked on one of Purgatori's ears as she scratched my throat with her fangs, cutting the flesh just enough to bring out a few droplets of blood.  The winged demoness lustfully licked away my blood, driving her into a sensual frenzy.  Purgatori grasped my shoulders with both of her hands and increased the speed of her riding.  She arched her back, bat wings fully extended, her damp raven hair flying as she slapped her crotch over mine, her cunt contracting, squeezing my cock for every drop of cream.  I could barely breathe, my dick was on fire, a molten spear stabbing into Purgatori's yielding flesh.  Purgatori started moaning, low, husky moans that heightened my arousal, made me want to fuck her even harder.  With wrists bound by the woman's underwear, I pumped my hips until I thought my spine would snap, the wet skin of Purgatori's thighs smacking mine.  I groaned sharply, thrusting up one final time, my cock swelling within Purgatori and exploding, quick gushes of cum squirting up into the demoness' hungry orifice.

Purgatori fell against me, her naked body sticky with sweat, the feel of her breasts upon my chest pure ecstasy.  Purgatori's leathery wings covered us both like a snug blanket.  I placed my bound arms around Purgatori's head and kissed her tender, dark lips.  We slept from sheer exhaustion, our bodies entwined together, cooling from the fever of sex that had overwhelmed us.  When I awoke Saturday morning, Purgatori was gone, and so was the pin, but a strip of black cloth perfumed with the scent of the vampire goddess remained.
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