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Agron Osborne stretched his arms over her head and glanced around the office. Most of the other workers had already left for the day. Figuring his own boss must have left by now, then there wouldn't be anyone to guilt him into staying longer. Agron saved his work and logged out of his computer. He gathered up his jacket and work bag before making his way to the elevators. He had worked at the company for over three years now, with each day being much like the one before it.

Agron was such a cog in the corporate machine he sometimes had a hard time remembering what day of the week it was. He would look for a job elsewhere but he doubted anything would actually change. Even on his days off, everything was boring and monotonous. He felt trapped by it all, but Agron desperately wanted to escape, to be free to just experience life without anything else holding him back.

As Agron rode down the elevator to the ground floor he was feeling more rebellious than usual.

What does it matter what time I get home anyway? All that I’ve got waiting for me is another microwave dinner, followed by a night of staring at one screen or another before I pass out on my couch. He adjusted his work bag strap. I’ve got nothing to look forward to here or at home.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Agron stepped out on autopilot and walked towards the building’s exit. It was thankfully a short walk to the train station from his office building and before long he was stepping onto the train. The car wasn’t empty, plenty of other corporate cogs were getting off at the same time as Agron, but he had no problem finding a seat. The doors closed and then there was the familiar lurch as the train started down the track.

Agron looked up, glancing around his surroundings out of habit when something caught his eye. It was an advertisement for a new club posted above the opposite row of seats. He wasn’t sure what exactly caught his attention, perhaps it was the name, The Obsidian Gardens Club. Maybe it was the pleasing color palette. Maybe it was the attractive woman seated at a bar. Whatever it was, he couldn’t stop staring at it. Something about the small advertisement kept pulling his eyes back to it. He could barely look away for a second to check his email.

It's just an advertisement. Yeah it's a nice one, but what the hell is up with it? Is my life truly so bland and boring that a colorful ad captures all my attention?

Apparently, his life was that boring because he continued to stare and absorb every detail in the image. The train came to a stop and it was enough to break the advertisement’s hold over him. Agron hopped up to his feet and exited the train. He was halfway down the stairs from the platform when he realized he just got off several stops too soon.

Agron paused on the steps for a moment before he continued back down them.

Another train will be by in a while. And it's not like I'm in a rush to get home. I think I need a bit of a walk to clear my head.

Agron left the station and realized he was dropped off at Amora Plaza, the entertainment center of his city. Even with it being the middle of the week, it was full of people enjoying themselves. Theaters, clubs, restaurants, bars, everything of that nature lined the streets. There was a buzz of excitement in the crowd as people found their way to whatever plans they had for the evening.

The night air was pleasant, and the energy a bit contagious, even for a worn down cog like Agron. He didn't have a destination in mind, he just started walking. It was something different, and that seemed to lighten his mood somewhat. As he made his way through Amora Plaza, he turned down one of the side streets off the main strip. At first there were plenty of people at the smaller venues and walking along but after a few more turns he was pretty much alone.

It took Agron a moment to realize how quiet the small alleyway was and he came to a stop. Looking around he did a double take. He was standing at a pair of ornate wood doors leading into a building that must have been over a century old. The sign over the door proclaimed its name in golden letters, The Obsidian Gardens Club.

How did I end up here? Now that I think about it, the ad didn’t even have an address listed. But why is the club buried all the way back here instead of on the main strip?

Agron stared at the heavy wooden doors. He was confused, but also curious. Although he hadn’t intended to seek out the club, Agron was standing right outside the doors now.

Maybe it’s worth a quick look. I can just get a drink then head back to the station.

Making up his mind, Agron walked up the short flight of stone steps and tried the door. It was heavy but the hinges were well balanced and greased and it swung open for him. Stepping inside, he saw a beautiful woman standing at a small podium. Behind her he could see the soft lighting of the main room. The lighting seemed to mimic the flickering glow of gas lamps. The soft buzz of conversation and the smell of fine spirits and good food blended with other scents Agron couldn’t quite identify.

“Hello there, welcome to The Obsidian Gardens Club. Please, come in.” The hostess said.

Agron entered and the heavy door closed shut behind him on its own. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the soft light he could see the hostess was dressed in period clothing from the nineteenth century.

“I’m Madeleine. I take it this is your first time at our establishment?” After Agron managed a nod she continued. “Well then, why not come in, sit down and unwind with a drink?”

Madeleine stepped out from behind her podium and escorted Agron past the other customers enjoying drinks, and food. All the while soft music played somewhere in the background. He was shown to a corner booth that was lit with a candle lantern giving it a warm and cozy glow. He sat down on the fine leather seating and instantly felt relaxed.

“Someone will be over shortly, Mr. Osborne.”

“Ah thank you.” he managed to get out.

As he waited in the booth absorbing the atmosphere it suddenly dawned on Agron that he had never given his name to Madeleine. He was just about to get up when someone approached his isolated booth. Agron’s breath caught in his throat when he saw her.

“Welcome to The Obsidian Gardens. My name is Shirinaela, the owner of this establishment.”

He wasn’t sure if it was just the faux lamplight or something else but her blue eyes seemed to almost glow. Her eyes remained locked with Agron’s as she placed a drink in front of him.

“Would you mind if I join you for a bit?”

Agron stumbled for the words. “Sure, I don’t mind.”

With inhuman grace Shirinaela slid into the booth right next to him. Agron broke his stare and looked at the glass, tall and skinny it was filled with an amber liquid and garnished with an orange slice and cherry.

“I, ah, haven't ordered anything yet.”

“I know, don’t worry it’s on the house for a first time customer. I’m sure you’ll like it, I’m a good judge of people’s tastes.” Her smile showed she was referring to more than just tastes in drinks.

Not wanting to be rude, Agron sipped the drink. It had a sweet honey-like taste with many delicate floral notes. It certainly helped him to relax.

“If I may ask, what brings you to my club this evening?” Her leg brushed up against his under the table.

Not knowing whether it was intentional or not, Agron did his best to just answer the question. “I didn’t exactly plan to end up here, though I did see an ad for this place on the train.”

A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. “Did you now?”

He nodded. “I ended up getting off the train a few stops early and went for a bit of a walk in the plaza. I guess I was just lost in my own world and before I knew it I was standing outside the doors to your club.”

“So, just random fortune then?”

There was something in her eyes, like Shirinaela knew far more about Agron than she was letting on.

“I guess so.” He took another sip of his drink. “Your club is different from what I expect around here.”

“Ah yes, the term club has shifted a great deal over the years. I wanted to call back to the old days, when a club was an exclusive place for members to meet up and unwind. Although there are no membership fees, I think I’ve captured the feeling, and as you can see, plenty of people enjoy what I have to offer.”

“I was never much of a dancer anyway.” Agron smiled genuinely, “This is a relaxing change of pace, and a lot more interesting than a night at home with my TV.”

“I should hope so.” Shirinaela smirked. “Tell me, what do you do for a living?”

“Who, me? Nothing as exciting as running a club in Amora Plaza. Just a boring corporate job downtown.”

“You don’t care much about your position?”

“I mean, it pays well enough I suppose, I’ve got a roof over my head and I’m not about to starve. But sometimes I feel trapped by it. I can’t very well up and quit if i want to keep making rent. Every other job I’ve looked at is pretty much more of the same.” He took a long drink from the glass. “I feel trapped by it all.”

“What about your time off work?”

“What about it? It isn’t that much better than the daily grind. I come home to a small apartment and cheap microwave dinners most nights. I sit in front of my TV or on my phone scrolling through my feeds till I pass out. It’s like I commute from one cell to another. Back in school I didn’t really have any hobbies, I just hung out with my friends. But, I lost touch with them when I moved to the city.”

“You could always make new friends.”

Agron shook his head, “I’m the new guy, at least ten years younger than anyone I work with. Besides they are either the most superficial shallow people or soulless corporate drones.”

“What do you want out of life, Agron?”

“What do I want?” He slowly drank the remainder of his cocktail as he pondered the question. “Freedom”

“From what?”

“From everything. Expectations, constraints, I want to be free to be as freaky as I want.” Agron’s cheeks suddenly went red. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you want to be free, don’t you? Besides this sounds deeper than just a soul crushing job and a lack of a social life.”

“I, ah…”

“Maybe this would be easier to discuss over a meal, you must be hungry by now.”

At the mention of food Agron felt his stomach gurgle. “A little yes.”

Shirinaela held up her hand and waved to one of the waitresses. After what only seemed like a minute a plate was placed in front of Agron. On it was a perfectly cooked steak, along with seasoned potatoes and asparagus spears. The scent of the seared meat filled his nose and his mouth started to water.

“Go on, eat.” Shirinaela said as she filled a pair of glasses with dark red wine. “A little food often helps bring out the best conversations.”

Something about Shirinaela’s voice made it seem as much a command as a request. Either way, Agron had no issue following it. The steak was delicious. As hungry as he was by then, he chewed slowly to savor it. Shirinaela watched him, swirling the wine gently in her glass, but not drinking it. After several pieces of steak, he placed his fork down.

“Thank you, I think this is the best steak I’ve ever had.”

“It’s all about the preparation, but I will pass on your compliments to the chef.”

Agron took a sip of wine. He had never given much thought about food and wine pairings before, but now he though he could understand why it was a thing.

“So, to return to our conversation.” Shirinaela smiled softly, inviting him to continue.

“Well, there are certain…things I became aware of in university, after I had unrestricted access to the internet and privacy to go where I wanted.”

“Ah, the internet, what a wonderful innovation that has been. Far more useful to the world’s freethinkers and deviants than the printing press ever was.”

Agron chuckled a little nervously before sampling the potatoes on his plate.

“So what things caught your eye on the world wide web? Was it the adult sites?” from her smile, Agron was certain she knew the answer.

“Yes.” He still blushed but not quite as hard as before, “At first it was, ah, normal stuff, the same kind of things my friends would look at and joke about.”

“But you found some other things you liked more.”

“Yeah, a bit less mainstream. I also found myself attracted more to art and stories.”

‘Why’s that?”

“There’s limits to what real people can do, but in the realm of imagination anything is possible.”

“No limits, true freedom.”

Agron just nodded before he returned to his meal.

“Do you truly believe it was a random chance that brought you to me this evening?”

“What else could it be? I didn’t plan on coming here tonight. Maybe subconsciously I thought The Obsidian Gardens Club looked cool in the ad, but I had no idea what your address was.”

“But you saw the ad.” Shirinaela leaned back in the booth, still holding her full glass of wine. “The average person would not have seen it.”

“It was right across from where I sat down, there was no way I could have missed it.”

“You misunderstand me, child. Only those truly desiring freedom would have seen that ad.”

She dipped a green enameled nail into her wine and pulled out a stream of the red fluid. She shaped it into a heart. The wine continued to flow holding the shape as Agron stared unblinking.

“My paying customers,” she motioned with her hand to the club, “found my club through, let's say, less public channels. They are useful to cover the staff’s wages and they have the influence to keep my club off the radar for exclusivity.” She let the heart dissipate back into the glass. “They think they are the elites, but to me they are nothing more than tools. It’s people like you, Agron, that I wish to truly entertain, those that have a desire to be truly liberated from society and all of its rules and norms.”

Agron felt his heart beating hard inside his chest. He drained the glass of wine, hoping to calm his nerves.

“O-ok. Let’s say I saw the magic ad. How did that make me find my way here?”

“I could just say magic, but that is too easy. The advertisement left an impression on your subconscious, relaying exactly how to find your way there. You might have just been on a walk, but your inner self was bringing you to my doorstep.”

“Are you saying I didn’t have any free will in the matter?”

“As much free will as you exercise every day going to a job you hate. But even then, that only brought you to my door, you chose to open it and enter.”

“Who are you, really?”

“Wrong question.” She smirked, her eyes shimmered slightly.”

“W-what are you?” He asked, his voice a whisper.

Shirinaela smiled, her white teeth almost shining in the dim light of the club. Her eyes weren't just shining but were actively glowing.

“It would be easier to show you, because you will deny my answer despite what you’ve seen so far.” Shirinaela placed her glass of wine on the table. “Allow me to test that vaunted free will you humans possess. I will be leaving this table to enter my office.” She pointed to an ornately decorated solid wood door across the way from the booth. “Now you can stay here, finish the meal and bottle wine. Don’t worry about your wallet, like I said the paying customers take care of that. You can walk back to the station and return to your apartment. After that you can continue to live the same unfulfilling mortal life until they lay your body to rest.”

“Or?”

“Or, you can follow the temptation you’ve always wanted to indulge but couldn’t. Cast aside everything holding you back. You just have to follow me back to my office.” Shirinaela leaned in close. “Either way, I must thank you for the conversation.” She leaned in and pressed her lips against Agron and kissed him.

At first he froze, but then he felt a hot tingling sensation spreading from his lips flowing all the way to his fingertips and toes. Shirinaela pulled away with a knowing smile on her lips before sliding out from the booth. She took a moment to adjust her dress before walking towards her office. Agron watched as she opened the door and closed it behind her. He stared at the closed door for several moments before looking back at his half empty plate and open bottle of wine.

Agron touched his lips, he could still feel the lingering tingle of the kiss and the promise of what would come if he followed after her. He took a deep breath and let out slowly. After taking one more bite of the perfect steak, Agron wiped his mouth and exited the booth. He didn’t even bother to bring his work bag with him.

Madeleine smiled as she watched Mr Osborne enter her mistress’ room. She looked down at the reservation book and placed a check mark next to his name before sending one of the waitresses over to clean his table.

He paused at the door, unsure if he should knock or just open the door. Agron compromised by knocking softly while opening the door. On the other side he found a small room. The decor from the club continued into the office. Books liked the wall behind an ornately carved desk with a plush leather seat. A small lamp on the desk bathed the room in a soft light. Across the floor a rug embroidered with esoteric symbols laid.

“Come in, and close the door behind you, please.” Shirinaela said softly from her seat behind the desk. Agron quickly closed the door and walked nervously across the rug to the front of her desk. Shirinaela was jotting down something in a notebook. “Just a moment dear, paperwork is always such a chore.” Her hand flew across the pages in a dazzlingly ornate script. She soon finished and gently closed her book. “I see you made your choice, so it is time that I drop any pretenses or illusions.” She pushed back the chair and stood up.

With a small flick of her fingers the door to her office locked. Keeping her eyes locked on Agron, Shirinaela walked out from behind her desk. The lamp flickered for a moment and he felt something visibly wash over his body. As he watched, Shirinaela's complexion visibly began to change. Her skin shifted from a rather pale tone to at first what simply looked flushed. Shirinaela’s skin continued to change. It took on a pink to magenta coloring, darkening to a nearly purple color on her hands and feet. As the change reached her hairline her long dark hair bleached to a light lavender.

Shirinaela’s changes did not stop with her hair and skin colors. The very fabric of her clothing melted and reformed like it was some kind of living liquid. The vintage dress and corset gave way to skin tight clothing that hugged every curve of her body. It became a black strapless sheath dress slit up the sides and it left nothing to the imagination. Everything from her pierced nipples to her pierced navel were clearly visible through the material. It barely contained Shirinaela’s full round breasts and the high cut sides showed off most of her powerful thighs. But it was what was in between those thighs that caught more of Agron’s attention. The tight skirt did little to hide a pronounced bulge. More than a bulge, he could see the shaft and balls clearly hugged by the black dress. He swallowed hard, having kept that desire a closely guarded secret, even in online spaces.

Her legs were bare, but the darker skin tone almost gave the illusion she was wearing boots. Shirinaela’s feet shifted, her heels lifting up as her toes grew larger, each tipped with a jade colored claw. Her fingers ended in similar jade colored claws and her body took on a larger, more athletic build. The lines of her sculpted muscles were visible through the dress as if it was painted on her body. From behind her body Agron watched as a long whip-like purple tail grew out from the base of her spine. The tip of the tail was pierced with a golden ring large enough to fit around her neck. Along Shirinaela’s shoulders, thighs, and lower arms, portions of her skin seemed to segmentate and lift up into ridges, giving the appearance of some kind of organic armor.

Her eyes changed dramatically, her sclera swirling to pitch blackness as her once blue eyes now glowed with pale green light. Her ears grew larger and tapered, almost bestial in appearance. They flicked slightly as they settled into their new shape. A pair of horns grew out from just behind her hairline. They swept back gently, raising above her head and adding more height to her already imposing body. Along the side her horns glowed green softly from several points, matching up with her eyes.

Shirinaela smiled down at Agron with dark magenta lips. “This is my true form as a noble of the Abyss.”

“You’re…you're a demon?”

“Obviously.” The humor was evident in her voice.

“Are you after my soul?”

“Don’t be silly, if that was my objective I would have already taken it and made you another servant in my domain.” She paused while a smile curled her lips. “Hmm, I sense you wouldn’t entirely mind that.”

Agron blushed, “not entirely…”

“I have something much more interesting in store for you. I wish to uplift you.”

“Uplift? What do you mean by that?”

“Uplift you from a simple mortal to demonhood. An immortal denizen of the Abyss.”

Aragon swallowed hard. “You want to make me a demon?”

“You would be free of all that is holding you back from being your true self. Not every human is capable or worthy of this gift, but you, Agron Osborne, are. Or, you could go back to being a cog in a machine until you die and your soul is cast out into the void.”

Shirinaela held out her hand and a glowing sword appeared out of thin air. The sigils on the carpet began to glow as she traced runes in the air with the tip of the sword. She then slashed down hard with the sword, tearing a hole in reality itself. The edges burned with blue flames, but Agron felt no heat coming off of it.

“Follow me for freedom and power.” Shirinaela said before stepping through the portal.

Agron only hesitated a second before rushing through after the demon. The next few moments were difficult for the young man to even process. He felt as though he was falling, but at the same time standing still as existence washed over him. Lights and colors flashed past his eyes, and his ears were flooded by a symphony of sounds. He wasn’t sure if the trip took moments of years before he stepped out of the portal onto a floor of solid black stone.

The first thing Agron noticed was Shirinaela standing in front of him, smiling widely as her tail gently swayed behind her. Then he looked around and took in his surroundings. The sky was dark, but instead of the moon or stars, streams of light danced chaotically across the sky. He realized quickly he was high up in some kind of stone structure. Looking out, he saw a vast expanse stretching out from what could only be called a castle. It seemed just as chaotic and alive as the sky. Rivers and forests, deserts and mountains, none of them looking to be the ‘correct’ color. One area flowed into the next with no rhyme or reason. In the chaos of it all, however, he found a certain beauty.

“Welcome to my domain, and my castle. Come, there is much to do first and you will have eternity to appreciate the view.”

Agron eagerly followed Shirinaela as she led him to a tower and down a spiraling staircase. There were no lamps or torches hanging from the walls, rather somehow there was just a dim ambient light. Once his eyes adjusted Agron had little trouble finding his way. Shirinaela pressed her hand against a heavy metal door and it unlocked and swung open on its own.

The dark stone walls were covered in rich tapestries. From the images depicted on the woven works of art, Agron wondered if Shirinaela had somehow accessed his search history. A large hearth dominated one wall, its grate full of purple and magenta flames that seemed to be there more for effect than warmth. The outside wall had large stained glass windows that filtered the colorful sky of the Abyss into pleasing patterns on the centerpiece of the room, the bed.

It was large, obviously designed for several people to occupy it. The sheets looked to be silk, but Agron could only guess what demons preferred for their bed linens. He didn’t jump when he heard the door close and lock to his credit, but he did turn to face Shirinaela.

“You have a lovely room.” He said in a soft voice as he attempted to make small talk.

Shirinaela’s laughter filled the room. “No, no, no, this is not my room! You aren’t ready for that yet, this is your room, at least until you are strong enough to carve your own piece of the Abyss and call it your own.” She placed a hand on his back and walked him further into the room. “Remove your clothing, all of it. Just toss it in the fire, you won’t need it any more.

Agron’s heart was already pounding as he pulled off his jacket under Shirinaela’s glowing gaze. He balled it up in his hands before tossing it into the purple flames. In a flash it was consumed, not even leaving ash behind. He continued to strip down, removing his shoes next. He wasn’t sure if he should toss them into the fire but a nod from Shirinaela was all the reassurance he needed. They too were gone in a flash of heat and light. Agron felt somehow more confident as he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his slacks. He tossed them into the fire and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

Shirinaela watched him intently with a slight smile on her magenta lips. He saved his underwear for last. Unsurprisingly his excitement was already visible. Agron took a deep breath before pulling down his shorts. His cock bounced free, at full attention. No longer feeling embarrassed, Agron tossed the shorts into the flames.

“Very good.” Shirinaela said as she directed him to the foot of the bed. “Your last chance to turn around was at the portal, there is no going back now.”

Aragon just nodded, not trusting his voice at that point.

Shirinaela ran the claw from her index finger right down the middle of her dress. The material parted easily and cleanly. Agron couldn’t tell if the dress was meant to do that or her claws were just that sharp. The demon pulled the dress off her body as if it was shrink wrap. Agron had a good idea already what to expect, but even still he found himself holding his breath. Shirinaela tossed the dress away and it dissipated into a puff of smoke before it hit the stone floor.

His eyes were on the cock gently swaying as she walked. Unwrapped from the dress, it seemed even bigger. The shaft was a deep purple like her tail, but the tip was green. He wasn’t quite sure if it was glowing or if that was just an effect of the lighting in the room. She gently sat down on the edge of the bed. As she arranged herself, Agron noticed she was in fact a herm as he got a quick glance of her green tinted femsex before it was hidden by her balls.

Shirinaela spread her legs and pointed to the floor right in front of her. Agron needed little invitation at this point. He practically fell to his knees in front of the demon. Shirinaela placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled his head in close. He got the hint and opened his mouth. It started with unsure kisses against her member, but soon escalated to his tongue flicking out against her shaft. Seeing Shirinaela starting to go hard further encouraged Agron. He gripped the warm purple shaft firmly in his hands and took her into his mouth.

He had never done anything like this before. Agron went by what he had read in erotic fiction and instinct. From the way Shirinaela was gripping the back of his head, he knew he must be doing something right. He bobbed his head up and down, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could. His tongue lavished the head with attention while his hands firmly stroked the rest of her length. Agron looked up and locked eyes with the demon he was enthusiastically blowing. Shirinaela was breathing heavily but she smiled.

“When it happens, you must swallow every drop.” Her voice was smooth as she delivered her command.

Agron let out a muffled moan in response. He redoubled his efforts, wanting desperately to make Shirinaela cum and cum hard. The demon squeezed him between her legs almost painfully as her jade claws dug into the stone floor of the chamber. Shirinaela tilted back her head and pushed Agron down onto her cock as the dam finally broke.

Hot tingling fluid filled Agron’s mouth and throat. His eyes went wide as he struggled to swallow it all. He had nothing to compare the taste too, not that it was entirely just the taste. It tingled and filled him with energy as it was gulped down. Somehow he managed to swallow the entire load and suck the last bits out from Shirinaela’s shaft before she slowly pulled out from his hot mouth.

She looked down at him, watching as he panted for air. With the first step in uplifting the human complete, Shirinaela could already see the changes beginning in his body. Agron’s brown eyes shifted slowly to a golden color. This was only heightened as his sclera swirled with inky blackness. She leaned forward and paced her hands gently on his still flushed cheeks.

“If you enjoyed that, it’s nothing compared to what comes next.”

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Writing by Syntaxerror37

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