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If I Said I Was A Demon, Would You Believe Me?

She was at that age... that age between childhood and adulthood. That age where you start to try and figure out who you are, and what your place in the universe is. For some, its easy; you graduate high school, you go to college, you learn your major, then you complete your courses. For others, it's harder. When you have so many open doors resting before you, it becomes difficult to choose which one.

For Felicity Tate, this was exactly where she was in life.

Aimless...

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

“Hmmmnn..."

The whirring blades of her ceiling fan somehow woke her up, drawing a groggy groan from the lips of the young feline. Begrudgingly, her eyes began opening, with groans shifting into an annoyed snarl as she raised up from her mattress. In the darkness of her head, she was dreaming about beautiful beaches, and beautiful bodies. Heh, she could even smell the sea salt of her imagination, while those once hunky men faded away into blurred images and faded lines. And now, as her cerulean eyes opened up to gaze upon the area around her, all she saw were bland gray walls and bland gray ceilings, with piles of clothes stacked upon one another in a haphazard mess. Sure, there were some other things around, like dolls and game consoles, but it was all so messy and wild, like whoever owned this room didn't care. And with its gray coloring which would make a hospital blush, it was like she was in an insane asylum.

“Bleeehh..."

“Felicity! Breakfast is ready!"

“Yeah! Coming mom!"

Felicity Tate, age 19. When you see her on the streets of Document City, she looks like your typical valley girl. Her hair was blonde, with two thick bangs that fall over her face, though they do very little to obscure the cheeky and glowing expressions she often gave. Fur that was silver coated her body, and typically shined like the blade of a sword when the sunlight struck it. All and all, the feline was a sprightly young woman, and a impish one at that.

Indeed she was a feline, one who exuded both the mischief and playfulness of a cat, but also the cute allure of one as well. She's always taunting, always teasing, always grinning from aside. Drawing others in, beguiling them with her cute tone and whimsical voice... and utterly magnetizing them with her sharp eyes.

Her figure wasn't slacking either, nor was she too shy to share it. Spry and slender, the feline was round in all the right places, and straight in all others. From her smooth shoulders and rounded hips, to her chest of respectful size and shape, and her slim waist right in the center, she was as shapely and spry as would be fitting her species. And with her always wearing some combination of stylish, skin-tight shirts, or midriff baring top, she flaunted the tight and slim figure all cats strove for, and most would even kill to have.

But above all, perhaps her most alluring, her most beguiling, her most magnetizing feature... would have to be the jade-green eyes she owns. Their darker pigmentation, their piercing slits, and the way they brighten up in the darkness, just could not be beat. Sure, some could match it, but none could beat it. They were just so damn... beautiful.

But...

Was it all a facade? Her cool looks and snide personality? Was it all to mask what was actually going on beneath? Because for as cool as she looked, and for as boisterous as she spoke, Felicity was... was... was...

Well... I guess there's no better way to put it than just to say it; Felicity's a NEET. And... what's a NEET? Well, it stands for 'not in education, employment, or training'. And right now, that describes Felicity to a 'T'; currently unemployed, and also currently not going to college of any sort. She was just sorta kinda... ya'know... bumming around at her parents' house.

Much to their chagrin.

“Good morning, Felicity."

“Hrrngh... good morning Mom. Good morning, Dad."

“Meh..."

Derek and Rebecca Tate: Felicity's parents. Derek was your typical grumpy dad; middle-aged, large and round, with his daughter's jade green eyes and silver fur. His hair was black though. Rebecca was the blonde, with brown fur and blue eyes. Being rather homely, the older feline maintained the house like the maternal goddess she was. The Tates were your average, middle-class nuclear family. A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter. No pet however... so make of that what you will.

“Hmm... hey, where's Derek at?" Felicity asked, to which her father leered at her.

“At his job," he answered, “They called him in early."

“Huh? Ugh... that's lame," replied Felicity as she pulled out her phone, flipping through it, “It's a Saturday, and he has to work early?"

“It's called being an adult," her father retorted, “You don't get Saturdays off like this is high school. Junior's working because – unlike some people I know – he doesn't like slacking around all day."

His comment drew a leer from his daughter, who briefly pulled away from her phone to eye him down. Despite him being her father, Felicity didn't back down from his pensive gaze. In fact, she even replied snidely with--

“Jeeze, Dad, couldn't be more tactful? I get it..." she pulled back up her phone, “I'm a fucking disgrace..."

“Felicity..."

Clank!

“Not now, you two," said Rebecca as she placed down their plates, “I'm not starting this day off listening to you two argue... again. Haaaah... now then..." her eyes darted between the two, “Apologize..."

“..."

“..."

“NOW!"

“Okay! Sorry!" they said in unison.

“Thank you..."

Plates of breakfast all hot and ready before them, the trio got down at their table with their utensils in hand, where they began eating. It was quiet as it usually was, with no one speaking much, or at all for that matter. Felicity's focus was mostly tied to her phone anyway, casually eating with one hand, whilst getting updates from her friends with the other.

Texts messages and DMs from throughout the night and morning came assaulting her phone, with the still groggy feline swiping her thumb through them in search of whatever would entertain her through the day. There were three in particular that caught her eye. First off, .99cs for all strawberry shortcakes at Pastry Puffs today. Well, she knows where she's going later on! However, she got two other message that caught her eye.

One was from her boyfriend. Not too surprising; he was probably aiming to apologize for what occurred Thursday. Unfortunately, she wasn't too interested in hearing it. On the other hand, she got a message from her friend, Nona, simply saying...

Youve gotta see this

“Hmm...?"

“Hm? Is something wrong?" Derek asked of his daughter, to which she shook her head.

“No, no... but uh..." she straightened up as she looked at her father, flashing him a smile, “I think I'm gonna be heading out today."

“What? Is Jack gonna apologize to you or something?" her mother asked, to which Felicity shook her head.

“Maybe, but I'm not gonna be around to hear it. I think I'm gonna let him simmer in his pain for a little while! Nyeh!" Felicity replied as her lips curled into a sinister smirk. Her father could only roll his eyes.

“Oh jeeze... well... what are you doing today then?" he asked whilst eyeing his daughter up and down.

She was about to answer, but another text came to her from her friend.

Tartarus

It said.

…

“Tartarus? What's a... Tartarus?"

“It's a club... and a banging one at that!"

A bird. Black plumage, red hair, orange beak, and sharp blue eyes. She exuded cool unlike anyone else. Wearing a black crop top, with a black skirt and black fishnets, she looked more than ready to go out on the town, if not take it as a whole. And with the domineering personality and smirking face she owned, the hawk could certainly pull something like that off.

Across from her sat Felicity, leering at the flier placed upon the table before her. For someone who was just this morning struggling to get out of bed, the blonde feline did an amazing job fixing herself up. One of her favorite jackets sat open on her chest, flaunting the black shirt she wore which itself was hugging rather tight to her chest. It was slim as well, its fabric stretchy and thin, and even flaunted her cleavage in a stylish window. With it being so small as well, her toned midsection was exposed for all to see. Up to her hips hugged a plaid red and black skirt, which itself had garter straps extending down to the boots he wore on her feet.

From afar, the duo looked like a pair of young women who just stepped out of a photo shoot, thanks to their cool and atypical looks. But in all honesty, this is what they usually wore.

“So this... Tartarus is a club?" Felicity asked whilst taking a sip of her shake, “And... like, where is it?"

“Here in Document City, duh? Stupid..." Nona replied whilst crossing her arms and garnering a glare from her friend, “I heard of it from a friend, and they passed this on to me. Apparently, getting into the club is some sort of... invite only type of deal, and you need one of these fliers to get in. If you don't have a flier, you're not getting in."

“So? And?" Felicity said whilst gazing back down to the flier, “What makes this place so special compared to any other club we go to?"

Looking back down to the flier, nothing about it appeared too out of place. It showed a building like any other, save for its surface appeared to be black, and its architecture was Gothic, with red, stain-glass windows on it like some sort of sinister church. It also had its name, being 'TARTARUS' written upon it in this style that... Felicity couldn't quite put her finger on. Also, it shared its location, being somewhere on Mordredus Road. But... aside from the building itself looking vaguely church-like, Felicity would say nothing about it was out of the ordinary. So she looked back up to her friend, repeating again,

“What's so special about Tatarus?"

“Honestly? I don't know," said the hawk as she crossed her arms, “Like I said, I just heard about this place from a friend. She was ranting and raving about it though, said the music was great, the beer was immaculate, and the drugs were amazing."

“The drugs? Are you sure your friend wasn't high when she raved about the place?" Felicity asked, “It could be a fucking bore, and she thinks it was great cause she wasn't even 'there'."

“Well... even if it is boring, we've been to practically every club in Document City," Nona replied, “Even that one for fish... like... what was it called again? Ocean's Domain or something? Whatever..." she rolled her eyes, “Sooooooo... if there is another club out there we can go to, I think we should totally try it out. Besides, it looks kinda cool, don't it? Like a church? Guh... when's the last time one of us have been to a church?"

“Never, in regards to you..." Felicity exclaimed, making the hawk smirk.

“Kekekekekekek... yeah... you're right..." she looked back down to the flier, “Besides, if this place requires an invitation like this just to get in... it's bound to be fun, right?"

“Ugh... if this is, like, some gentleman's club sorta deal, and there's nothing but a bunch of old, horny dudes at this club, I'm kicking your ass, Nona," Felicity stated, making the hawk grin and giggle.

“Aaah! So... I'm taking that as a 'yes, we're going!' Kekekekekekekek! I can't wait! Ah! But...." she looked at Felicity, “So, like, are you gonna call Jack?"

“What? Just so he can ruin things like he did Thursday?" Felicity muttered as she tossed her hand through her hair, “Tch... yeah right. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him. Sooooo..." she looked back down at the flier, “It just says this club... uh... Tartarus, yeah. It says Tartarus is just on Mordredus Road? Mm?" she looked back up to her friend, “Where's Mordredus Road at?" she shrugged, “This is one weird-ass flier... hmm..."

“Kekekekek...! I kinda like it. It feels like... feels like an adventure..." Nona said as she looked at the flier herself, “Club Tartarus on Mordredus Road... it's gonna be lit!"

“Ugh... did you have to say it like that?" Felicity asked whilst leering at her friend.

But Nona was too excited with this mysterious club to care! Laughing and giggling to herself, the hawk no doubt thought about all the shenanigans she could get up to within this mysterious club. Felicity meanwhile, took a more investigative look at the flier. Turning it left and right, she looked it backwards and frontwards, learning that it didn't really say a lot about this mysterious Tartarus. Didn't say what drinks it had, didn't hype it up or anything like that, didn't even come with contact information. It just said it's name, and its general location...

Hmm...

Pulling out her phone, Felicity typed in this mysterious Tartarus Club at Mordredus, where she got...

Nothing...

No website, no one tweeting about this place, no nothing. Just... nothing...

Though... that's not completely true.

The internet brought her to Maps, where she opened it up. There it pointed her towards the direction of Mordredus Road, and the mysterious club resting within it. But aside from that, yeah, nothing. Just... just what is this mysterious Club Tartarus?

“Do you know when it opens?" asked Felicity, finally making Nona stop chuckling.

“Yeeaaah. From what I was told, it opens up around nine. Like... really at night so..." she chuckled, “Guess we just fuck around for a little while until then, huh?"

“Yeah... sure..."

…

Club Tartarus? What is with that name? Why does it sound vaguely familiar? Like... like she should know its name or something like that, but she just doesn't? Hmmm... maybe... maybe she's thinking too hard about it.

“Hey, Felis, you got the flier?"

“Yeah, yeah, I got it."

9:42 PM.

Up high hung the yellow moon, illuminating the city streets of Document. Usually, the street lights were so bright, one could barely see the stars up above. Tonight however, in this part of the city, things were... different. It was dark here, with the only light coming from the moon of course, and whatever windows had their lights in the buildings around. There was a motel across the road from them, which was the only other source of light with its looming lamp post. But aside from that? Nothing.

Well... that's not completely true. There was some light. Red light. It came beaming out of building before them, the one with the Gothic architecture that made it look vaguely like an onyx chapel. Its stone surface was immaculate, carved not by machines, but seemed to have been hand-made by a sculptor. And with its stain-glass windows which bore the images of flowers and dragons, the building gave of an ethereal vibe.

However...

The black and red coloration exuded something darker than that, something more sinister. And even when one stands outside it, they can hear the bumping of music; sinful in their tones, and powerful in base. The world shook around them, quaking and thumping as the songs within continued playing. The feline held herself back, clutching one hand close to her chest, while the other clinched softly upon the flier in hand.

Was she... hesitant? Why now?

“Umm.... Felis? Everything okay?" Nona asked.

“Huh? What? Oh, right," Felicity muttered as the hawk came into view, “With it being so dark around, I almost missed you."

“Tch... ass..." the black bird muttered as she swiped the flier from her, “C'mon, now that we're here, let's get drunk as shit!"

“I'd rather not," replied the feline as she followed her friend to the front doors of the club, “I can still remember the face of our taxi driver when you flashed him the last time! Don't you know those damn things have cameras! Your tits are probably all over the internet by now!"

“Eh... wouldn't be the first time," the hawk replied with a snarky grin, much to her friend's annoyance.

Coming up to the front doors, the two stopped as they gazed upon its regal surface. Yes, much like the rest of the club, the doors here wouldn't look out of place on a church or a castle. Large and black, lacking door knobs but instead having rings. Just how does one handle this place?

“Must be hell getting in and out," Nona commented as she raised her hand to-- Knock! Knock! Knock! “Um! Hello? Anyone there? We'd like to come inside!"

“Aaah... this is so embarrassing," Felicity muttered whilst crossing her arms, “I swear, if this place is locked up and you have us standing out here at night like morons, I'll throttle you, Nona!"

“Oh shush! I've got it!" the hawk replied as she reached up to grab one of the club's rings, slamming it, “Hey! Two girls are here to fucking party! Open up!"

“Yeah, like they'd respond to something like--" Click... “That...?"

The door slowly pulled open, revealing a dark lobby on the other end. Some lights were on, purple lights, which were just enough for them to see inside. Walking in, the duo looked to their surroundings, where the church-like aesthetic was pushed even further. However...

“Good evening," a voice rang, drawing their gazes forward.

Sitting at the receptionist table was a... human? Yes, a human girl, though her ears appeared to be a bit longer than what was typical on a human. She was blonde, and her blue eyes appeared tired and a bit annoyed. Fiddling with what they could only assume was a guests list, she looked up towards the two with her sullen expression whilst readying a pen in hand.

“Welcome to Club Tartarus," she said, her tone just as sleepy as her looks, “If you've found this place, then I assume you have one of our fliers. May I see it?"

“Umm... yeah, uh... h-here," said Nona, handing the flier forward.

The receptionist took the letter, where she began scanning it, making sure this was no false copy. Felicity meanwhile began scanning this receptionist, specifically gazing at her longer than normal ears for a human. Did she... did she have beastkin blood in her or something? Like, was she a hybrid? And if she was, of what? A bird? But before she could wonder for much longer...

“Yup! Uh-huh! This is real," said the receptionist as she put the flier away, where her expression shifted from tired and sleepy, to grinning and devilish, “Welcome to Club Tartarus, Nona and Felicity!"

“Yes! Awesome!" the hawk said as she hopped up and down before grabbing her friend's hand, “C'mon, Felis!"

“Wait, whoa, how did she know our names...?" the feline asked, taking Nona off guard.

“Uhhhh..."

But before they could ask the receptionist, doors to the left of her counter suddenly opened up, revealing a lush red hall of umber lights and velvet floors. The music was now louder, as the once archaic church gave way to a more modern hallway. The club was right down this corridor, and Nona was excited to see it! So ignoring her friend's confusion, she swiftly brought the feline inside, where the halls closed shut behind them with an audible-

Thunk!

“Eeeeeeeeeh! I'm so excited!" the hawk said, though Felicity remained understandably concerned.

“Nona... just what is this place?" she asked as they came to the doors at the end of this hall, “This all feels so... weird..."

Clink!

But the door before them opened up, revealing--

Lights! Flashing and darting and dancing lights! Darkness swimming with umber lights, giving everything a sordid hue! Shadows dancing like the call of a haunted forest! In a manner both magnetizing and sinful, the spacious club before them with its bombastic music, pulled and drove people in like months to a flame.

On the outside, Club Tartarus looked like a black church, and appeared far, far smaller than it actually was. In reality, the club was separated into two tiers. Here was the lounging area, with various chairs and tables and booths resting around, playing host and home to a multitude of people. To their right was the clubs bar, which appeared to already be packed with individuals.

But below was the club's dance floor, which was – in all honestly – more like a mosh pit. Bodies bloated out by darkness and umber lights, danced about with one another in frenetic movements that were too much to describe. Overlooking it all was a stage, with a DJ playing music while some sultry songbird sat upon his equipment whilst casually overlooking the dancing droves beneath them.

But back to those booths from before.

It wasn't enough that they were spacious enough to hold more than five people. No, they circled around a table... a table with a pole standing in the center of it. And, yes, there were more than just a few courageous individuals dancing on the poles, if their swaying, sultry shadows didn't make this evident enough.

Club Tartarus was loud, abrasive, sinful, and dark. So very damn dark. The umber lights were only enough to define the edges of banisters and floors, but not enough to actually see one's way through it all unless they were standing right next to someone else. For Felicity, her displeasure showed on her face, as she leered at her surroundings in an incredulous manner. For Nona...

“YEAH! THIS PLACE ROCKS!" shouted the hawk, glee adorning her face, “HEY FELICITY, LET'S FIND A PLACE TO SIT!"

“I can hear you just fine... stop screaming," muttered the feline.

Of course this club would be right up Nona's alley. And while Felicity herself was no stranger to the melding bodies and frenetic energies that come with a club, something about Tartarus was just a tad bit too much. She blamed it – once again – on the darkness. She... didn't like being incapable of seeing what was exactly around her. Being a feline, her eyes were better attuned to night vision than some other beastkin. But there was just something about Tartarus that made it feel...

Void like...

“Hell yeah! I didn't know Tartarus was gonna be like this!" Nona exclaimed as they found an empty booth to sit all, “Look at this place, Felis! It's banging!"

“What are you, nine?" replied the cat, “And stop shouting so damn much!"

“Oooh! Why are you so grumpy?" asked Nona as she palmed at her friend's cheek, “Hey! Lighten up! We're here, it's fun, and Jack's not around to ruin it, it's banging! Kekekekekekekek! And from what my friend said, it's got amazing drinks! Ya'know, like the kind that makes you see colors! Kekekekeke~! She said I should try something called... Fenrir's Spit!"

“Fenrir's what!?"

“I dunno! But she said it was great!"

“Nona, we need to talk about your other friends; they sound crazy!"

“Weeeeellll! Maybe! Kekekekekekek! So, I'm gonna head to the bar and get one of those Fenrir Spit things! Do you want something?"

“I don't even know the drinks, but fine... uh..." she shook her hand through the air, “Just get me something cherry-flavored"

“Aaaah! You're no fuuunn!" Nona replied, though she was quick to hop up from their couch.

Walking over towards the bar in the distance, she left Felicity behind, who crossed her arms and groaned. Yes, even now as she sat there, the feline couldn't get over how uncomfortable this club left her. The darkness, the music, the bodies shifting in the distance; it all just came off as being... well...

Off...

And in this 'offness' she thought more and more about this place. How did the receptionist know their names? In fact, the receptionist didn't even ask for their IDs. Yes, she and Nona were sneaky enough to have fake IDs on them which they've used for years, but they didn't even need to use it! The hawk was clearly okay with going with the flow, but not so much for Felicity; it was just another knock to how odd Club Tartarus was. Why bother with using fliers as a special ticket to entry, if you weren't going to have enough security to make sure of age individuals didn't come in?

It was just... strange!

Felicity... did not like this place, if that wasn't obvious enough. The very moment she gets her drink, she was going to take it, then tell Nona she was leaving. Look, the hawk could stay here by herself if she wanted too, but the feline would have nothing to do with this place. So straightening herself up, the blonde leered over towards the exit while she waited for Nona to return.

Minutes drifted by... gah... the hawk was probably flirting at the bar counter for a free drink. Haaah... annoying! More minutes drifted by... at least some drunken fool hadn't stumbled over here to flirt with her... yet. Even more minutes drifted by... haaah... what the hell? This place didn't get phone reception.

Minutes. Drifted. By...

“Fuck... what is taking Nona so--"

The door to the club opened up. It was the first entrance of another person Felicity had noticed since her and Nona's own arrival. No, wait, not a person, but multiple people; it was a group.

The first was a young, human girl. She was lithe and athletic, perhaps shorter than Felicity herself was. Her hair was long, blonde and straight, her eyes were piercing and blue, her expression was anti-social, and her ears were... huh... she had long ears like the receptionist did. Why is that?

Beside her was someone more to Nona's speed. A bovine woman, one whose athleticism and musculature was grand enough to put to shame some so called gym buffs she knows. Her hair was red and wild, her fur equally as rough to look at, and her horns looked strong enough to gourde an individual with ease.

Behind them was the most mature individual thus far. A woman, a vixen, one whose fur was soft and a mixture between white and yellow that shimmered even in the umber lights of the club. Her hair was short, orange, and groomed in a way that showed professionalism and style. And her tail, well, she didn't have one tail, but nine, with each one being so finely groomed and with black tips.

There was something about this trio of girls that felt... otherworldly. From the human with the long ears, to the bovine with the intense strength, and the vixen with her nine tails, they just didn't seem... mortal. Why is that? Their looks? They were rather awe-inspiring, even Felicity would admit that. The blonde's smooth and straight hair, the vixen's mature grace, even the bovine's wild hair and fur, all helped make them seem... better. Almost like they were too good to be in a club like this.

But... okay, fine, sure, whatever; they were just club goers like Felicity herself was. And honestly? The feline was staring too hard; where the hell was Nona with their drinks? And what was...?

Oh?

Someone else was coming through the door? Yeah... Felicity could see their looming shadow as they walked closer and closer. With every step this mysterious individual took, the feline felt it, even with the distance between them. She even felt her breathing growing strained, panting as she intensely waited for the grand unveiling of this individual, whoever they were. It was like she was already... already...

And then she appeared.

Transcendent... wasn't a word that was strong enough to depict this woman. It was certainly powerful yes, but somehow, it wasn't powerful enough. Then... divine? Would Felicity describe this woman as being divine? Perhaps, but... even divine didn't sound good enough. She was... she was...

Olympic.

She was...

Amazonian.

She was...

Powerful.

She was...

Godly...

She was...

Devilish...

Her height loomed over the trio the came in before her. Taller than the human, taller than the vixen, yes, even taller than the bovine. This... seven foot tall human woman had a figure and build that... that Felicity couldn't quite say she's ever seen before. Power seemed to be infused within every inch of fiber within her being, like the land beneath her feet was struggling to hold up a woman of her caliber, and as if you would be honored to merely gaze into her direction.

She owned the figure of an Olympian... her chest large and buxom, easily the largest bust Felicity had ever seen! It would be hell on any normal woman's spine, but this woman wasn't normal. Her waist was round, but not in a manner that one would consider unsightly or unhealthy or pudgy in any manner. Her thighs were plump, but again and like her waist, it wasn't plump from fat, but instead strong with musculature.

And yet, her musculature was never intense, never too much. It was just... perfect. So very... very... perfect. From her strong arms, to her powerful legs, to her flat, trimmed core, a core with abs resting upon her stomach. She was a devilish goddess of power unmatched by anything in this world... and unmatched by worlds beyond.

And that's not even getting into her almost otherworldly attributes.

Her hair was purple. Not blue, or indigo, or black, like Felicity thought at one moment thanks to the dark lights of the club. No, this woman's hair was truly purple. Long and wavy, it fell down to her waist, and seemed to be... no, not seemed to be, it was completely natural. Natural purple hair; the hair she was born with.

And this was perhaps the most normal thing about her.

She was a hybrid, it would seem. How could Felicity tell? Well... because of the horns. Horns that were even longer and more impressive than the one's jutting from the bovine's head! Horns that were flawless and onyx, dripping with exoticism that attracted eyes from all around, and utterly enthralled the feline.

She had a jacket on, but it was a jacket in name only. There more for style than for any need to keep warmth, it appeared to be made of leather, had a high collar, and ran with purple highlights running upon its surface in a unique design. She didn't seem to be wearing any shirt beneath this jacket, for Felicity could see the straps of her bra, and the deep valley that is her endless cleavage. It didn't cover her stomach either, allowing anyone and everyone to gaze and marvel at the perfect beauty of her toned stomach beneath.

Her legs were held in black and purple shorts which hugged close to her every curve, her every straight, her every definition. From the curvature of her buttocks, to the width of her waist, down her thick thighs, and stopping at her knees. It was stylish itself, with chains swinging from its belt loops, and gapes split within its surface to flaunt her powerful legs beneath.

Black and purple... huh... they seemed to be this woman's favorite colors. Was it egotistical due to her purple hair? Felicity wondered that as she drew her gaze up, meeting this woman's face. This face... this face belonging to an angel.

The blonde was cute. The bovine was wild. The vixen was mature. This woman? She was all of these things. Her cheeks were slender, her chin pointed, her lips plump, her hair fell over the left side of her face, obscuring it and leaving only one eye visible.

One red.

Piercing.

Reptilian.

Eye.

And that one red eye... was gazing directly at her.

Felicity tensed up, realizing they were meeting; eye to eye. And the woman?

She smirked.

“HEY, FELICITY!"

“GAAH!? FUCK!? NONA!?"

Reeling back, the feline pressed up against the booth she sat upon, her jade eyes leering at her friend. Having returned, the hawk herself gazed back at Felicity in an equally as shocked manner, whilst holding two drinks in hand.

“Is something wrong?" Nona asked, to which the feline tensed up.

“You fuck! I told you to stop shouting!" she roared, garnering a giggle from the hawk in response.

“Kekekeke... sorry..." the hawk replied before placing their drinks down on the table, “Now come on! Come on! Let's get fucking drunk!"

“Ugh..."

Before Felicity laid a chalice. Yes, a chalice. It was colored black and gold, and looked to have come straight out of the 17th century. Swimming around within its cup was a fizzy, red, popping drink that filled the air around her with its cherry scent. Grabbing the goblet by its stalk, Felicity slowly brought it to her lips, only to stop and look over to what Nona was drinking.

Hmm... it must have been that 'Fenrir's Spit' thing she was going on about, because it looked so very red! Like the hawk was drinking straight hot sauce, kind of red. Well, her friend did say it was a very hot drink, and Nona does enjoy spicy things so...

Man, if she gets drunk off of this shit, it'll be Felicity who has to deal with her, isn't it? Ugh!

“This place rules!" the hawk claimed, to which her friend leered at her, “Like, I took a few sips of my drink over, and it was great! And the music! And... heh heh..." she looked around, “The guys too. I don't think I've ever seen people quite like them around Document City before!"

Felicity was going to say something snide about the situation, but instead she drew her chalice to her lips, taking a few sips of it. And... whoa... hmm... holy shit... hmm... slurrp... mmph... Had a strong taste to it. Cherry and alcohol, perfectly combined to the point that no side was stronger than the other. There was a sweetness in this too, like sugar, and even a hint of... cinnamon? Or was Felicity imagining that part?

This drink – like the entirety of Club Tartarus – just felt unreal.

But Felicity casually took sips of her drink, her jade eyes combing the area around her in a quizzical manner. Nona was talking to her, but the feline was too busy picking apart their surroundings for the umpteenth time this night. Nothing had changed... nothing aside from that group over there.

The purple-haired woman and her posse had taken a seating area not too far from them; just a few booths down. She could see the alluring and towering woman as she sat in the center of her booth, her arms stretched out as she reclined against the couch's back, and her expression cool and relaxed in comparison to their raunchy and sinful surroundings. She was talking with the rest of her group, but with the distance between them and the roaring music, there was no way Felicity could hear them. Whatever they said, it caused the human, bovine and vixen to pull away, with said bovine leading the charge as she drew her fellow friends away.

They faded against the bodies of the club; to go to the dance floor or the bar, Felicity did not know. But without them in the way, she could easily gaze upon the purple-haired woman who was the most visually striking. From her towering height, to her lavender locks, to her crimson gaze; everything about this woman was...

Superior...

“Did you hear what I said, Felis?"

“WHAT!?"

She swung her gaze over, looking at the hawk beside her with the same face of shock and surprise from before. Nona looked back with equal confusion, wondering why Felicity was looking like this. Hadn't she just heard everything she said? Well... she'll repeat herself.

“I'M GOING TO THE DANCE FLOOR!!!" she roared, wondering if it was a sound thing, “DO YOU WANT TO COME!?"

“STOP! SCREAMING!" Felicity shouted back, “And no! That floor looks waaaayyy too crazy!" she looked to the distance, “All of that bumping and grinding... fuck... they might as well be fucking down there!"

“Bumping and grinding's my favorite part!" Nona said as her lips curled into a grin, “'Kay then! If you don't wanna come, I'm not gonna make you! But, uh, like, what's the point of going to a club if you're not gonna dance? It's kinda lame, dontcha think?"

“Get out of here!" Felicity snarled, to which the hawk stood up.

“I'm going, I'm going!"

But first! Nona swiped up her drink of Fenrir's Spit, put it to her beak, and the--

“Gulp! Gulp! Glp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

She could be rather crass at times.

With enough skill to put grown men to shame, and absolutely no regards for her kidneys and stomach, the hawk drank down her chalice of alcohol, leaving nothing left. She then placed the chalice back down, her eyes leering towards the dance floor in the distance as she grinned with devilish delight. Felicity would have been more surprised by her friend's antics, had Nona not been known to do stuff like this all the time.

But, fine, whatever; for the second time this night, Felicity had been left alone, free to drink her beverage to her own pace. For all of its sweetness, it's alcohol content must have been surprisingly low, because the feline didn't feel the drag associated with drinking something like this. So sip after sip she took of her drink, while her eyes casually scanned the club once again.

Just to settle on her.

The mysterious purple-haired woman. She sat alone now at her booth, her body leaning over upon its table, while her hands kept her head propped up. The relaxed and casual expression she wore was calm to the point that she looked only minutely interested in her surroundings, if she wasn't outright bored with them. Occasionally she'd take a sip from her drink, but most of the time, she just looked completely at odds with her surrounding.

Felicity could relate.

Once again the feline realized she was looking too hard, and once again she tried to look away... only to once again be incapable of doing such a thing. Locked in on the purple-haired woman in front of her, the feline felt her casual sips slow to a stop, while her jade eyes became completely entranced by the vivacious, Olympic, dominate woman sitting just a few booths down.

And before she realized it, that vivacious, Olympic, dominate woman was gazing back at her... and she winked.

Locking up, Felicity realized she had again stared too hard and too long at this woman, and she had again been caught in the act by the woman herself. But this time, there was no Nona to take her attentions away, no Nona to hide behind. It was just Felicity and this woman, gazing across the club towards one another.

Should she... like... ya'know... go over and talk to her?

What? That's completely fucking crazy! Felicity's got a boyfriend! Besides, it's not like she's attracted to girls! But... uh... well... who said this had to be anything of the physical, attracted, sensual kind? They could just sit with one another, right? Just sit and talk... l-like adults, right? Could be completely... uh... what's the word again? Platonic, right? Yeah.

It could be completely platonic... yeah.

Guh!? What the fuck was going on in her head? What the actual fuck!? Was she seriously thinking like this? What the hell is wrong with her!? Hmmph! Maybe she'll just go back to her phone; it probably has reception now. That'll take her mind off of things. That would...

And yet... haaah...

Felicity took another look at this mysterious purple-haired woman, who had shifted herself to sit back up straight in her lounge. There was this way she moved, this way she looked, that showed no flaw in her stance, no break in her stature. Everything this woman did was without equal, without rival, without imperfection. She was divinity given form, regal and elegant, yet so strong and mighty. Even Olympians would bow before her awesome might.

“Haaaaah... huuuuh... haaaaah..."

And Felicity felt entranced.

No longer trying to look away, the feline stared at this mysterious woman, utterly entranced and enthralled by her crimson gaze. Breathing so hard it was audible, Felicity even felt her cheeks turn redder and redder, like she was soaking in a sauna somewhere.

All the while the woman continued beguiling her with sultry movements. One hand stroking upon the table beneath her, the other hand rising up to rest upon her buxom bosom, attracting Felicity's gaze down. Such large... haah... just such large breasts. Hmmph... their size, their curvature, their plunging cleavage; how would it feel to snuggle up against such massive tits? To feel them cradle her head, to sleep against even. They were no doubt as warm and as soft as they were large, and that had this heat rushing through Felicity.

Raising a finger, the purple-haired woman brushed some hair from her face, tucking it behind her horn... before arching her back out. In doing so, she pushed out her chest, as if to flaunt it. Felicity let her mouth hang open as she blatantly ogled the woman's chest, for the jacket she wore did little to hide her busty bosom.

Her breasts were so large; far larger than Felicity's own. Realizing this, the feline even reached her hand up to gently touch one of her own chest, as if comparing herself to this otherworldly woman who was a few booths down. No... there was no comparison; this purple-haired woman was just better. And in those thoughts, Felicity began to wonder what it would be like to touch the woman's breasts, to squeeze them, to place her lips to her surely pink nipples, and--

“Glk!?"

Oooh! What the fuck was she doing!? This was going on beyond just idle attraction, and taking a dip into something far, far more depraved! She doesn't even like girls! She's never dated one before, never even thought about experimenting with one! And she had a boyfriend! She needed to stop this!

Flustered beyond all belief, Felicity took in a deep breath and swallowed her spit, before forcing herself to look back down at her phone. No more was she going to look at this mysterious woman with the rocking body. No longer was she going to fantasize about touching the woman, or doing anything perverted with her. No! She was just going to sit here and stare at her phone. Her phone that still had no service. Her phone that was shaking, because her fingers were shaking. Her phone that was... was...

Once more, her eyes began to waver, moving away from her phone and instead towards this mysterious woman. Said woman was now grinning at her, hers eyes locked in like a serpent eyeing up its meal. Powerful and domineering, entrancing and commanding; it took hold over Felicity's entire state of being.

Now ensnared, she watched as the woman raised her hands to the jacket she wore, unzipping it and removing it, allowing Felicity to get a better look at her busty chest. Those breasts were even larger than she originally believed, for the jacket slightly compressed them. But now exposed, there was only the woman's surprisingly elegant bra there to cover her chest.

Felicity's gaze traveled along this woman's fit figure, coming to her arms. The feline has seen muscular women before, but its hard to retain one's femininity when their body is chiseled with musculature. But this woman had no such problem. This godly amazon had a body perfectly balanced between feminine grace, and power; like a perfect combination of strength and delicacy. When Felicity got a better look at those muscular arms alone, they looked strong enough to pick her up with ease. They looked strong enough to bend her over backwards, regardless of how she felt about it. Those arms looked so strong, the feline wouldn't dare disobey a command this woman gave.

And it seemed the purple-haired woman had a spell cast over Felicity. Somehow, she had read the feline's mind, as if knowing she was marveling at her muscular arms. So she gave them a strong flex, causing Felicity to audibly gasp and her eyes to widen, watching as the woman's muscles grew tight enough to bend steel.

Such strong, powerful arms. Felicity wanted to touch those arms. She wanted to kiss those arms. She wanted to feel those arms on her body. She wanted this woman to come over here, and take her. Just take her like some sort of cavewoman, regardless of what anyone was going to say about it.

And that's when it hit her, it hit Felicity like a tone of bricks. The woman was seducing her. Seriously; this purple-haired woman was seducing her! The feline's eyes grew even wider as she realized this woman was just as interested in her, as she was. It caused her to pant, then lick her lips, knowing this was the point in time where she should end things.

Should end things.

But then Felicity's gaze cut up, looking towards the purple-haired woman's face. The mysterious seducer's lips had curled into a smile that could charm anyone, and certainly had enthralled the feline, whether she realized it or not.

The woman's fingers... they were making a hooking motion, as if to say...

Come over here...

Felicity took the bait.

Standing up from her table, the feline looked around, made sure the lane down to this woman's booth was empty, and then started walking towards her. The beguiling smile of the purple-haired woman continued guiding Felicity in, closer and closer. The feline didn't even feel like this was real; it felt so... dream-like. But this dream became reality when--

“Hello, sweetie..."

The woman... she was talking to Felicity. Her jade eyes widening, she looked down to the taunting temptress who now sat only a foot away, her lips in a seductive smile. The feline took in a deep breath... held it... then swallowed her spit.

“Can I sit...?" Felicity asked.

“Fufufufu... but of course."

That voice. The woman had only said a few words, but the sound of her voice was... was so... it was so...

If wine could be a voice, the most expensive wine, with the greatest taste imaginable... if that could be a voice, it was this woman's voice.

Entranced, Felicity found herself sitting down on the booth with this woman; just the two of them, and no one else. She sucked in air, held it, then let it out as her jade eyes looked up and over towards this woman in a demure manner.

Now they were face-to-face, allowing Felicity to see just how potent the height difference was between them. This woman towered over her in a manner that left the feline feeling terrified... yet also oddly safe. It's just that... everything about this woman was unparalleled, unrivaled. Those arms of hers that were so strong; Felicity wanted to touch them. Her chest, so large in comparison; it made the feline feel self-conscious. Her sexy, cool, dominating allure; it made her someone worth marveling at.

All of it left Felicity stunned silent, causing her to struggle to think, let alone speak. Fortunately for her, this woman could speak easily for the both of them.

“Fufufufu! Do you mind if I ask for your name, sweetie?" this woman asked, snapping Felicity back to reality.

“Felicity... haah... F... Felicity," she replied, almost too quick. Jeeze, what the hell is wrong with her; she's acting like a star-struck teenager!

“Fufufufufu~ Felicity... Felicity... hmph... fufu... a cute name for such a cute girl," said the woman, making the feline's ears twitch.

“Your name!" she snapped, before reining herself back in, “Umm... uh... what's... what's your name?"

“My name?" the woman asked, her voice continuing to ooze like fine honey into the feline's ear, “Fufufufu... my name is Iris... Iris Mordredus. It's lovely to meet you, Felicity."

Iris... Mordredus? Hmm... something about that name sounded oddly... familiar. But the feline could no longer put her mind on why exactly it was. Something about a street, no, a road, right? Or... something like that? She couldn't remember...

“So... what brings you here to Club Tartarus, Felicity?" Iris asked as she laid one leg atop the other, and reached out with her arm.

It rested upon their booth's spine, where it sat right behind Felicity. Like a boyfriend trying to show ownership over his girlfriend, the feline felt trapped within Iris' grasp. But it was oddly... thrilling? Felicity wasn't put off by this, and instead scooted a little bit closer to the purple-haired woman beside her. Said woman reached down with her free hand, grabbing her chalice where she brought it to her lips.

“Gulp... Mmmff... haaah... this place has such lovely drinks, wouldn't you agree?" Iris asked.

Her tone, it was like a princess, no, a duchess, no... an empress, a queen, was speaking to her.

“Hm? Hauuh? Oh, y-yeah..." said the feline as she looked away, a blush adorning her cheeks, “Yeah... this place has good drinks. I had a chance to try the cherry one... it was good..."

“Fufufu... such a lovely review," Iris remarked as she raised her hand to toss up her hair, “I'll be sure to try it later... if I get the chance..." her gaze then shifted back to Felicity, “So... is that why you're here? The drinks?"

“Haaah... I... I umm..."

Iris' arm moved in, clutching gently upon Felicity's shoulder to bring the feline closer to her. Their hips touching, the blonde found her breathing picking up in pace, as this thrilling heat began rising from within. But she had enough mental strength to pull herself back, causing her heavy breathing to die into softer pants, while her expression grew... forlorn.

“I... I shouldn't be here..." Felicity murmured, making Iris take on a thinking pose.

“Hm? And why shouldn't you be?" she asked, her eyebrow raised, “It's not like you've joined me unwarranted..." then she reached over, her curled finger gently brushing upon Felicity's cheek, “Sweetie..."

The tender touch of Iris' finger sent a shiver roaring through the feline's body, and made her look up to the woman she was with. And... fuck... she was so damn hot. Gazing at Felicity with her one red eye, her lips slightly curled into a devilish smirk, it all melted away the feline's inhibitions. They were there, they were still telling her to go away, still reminding her that she has a boyfriend, and that she's not even into girls...

But these things seemed to not matter when used in relation to Iris. She was just... greater than all of that.

“Oh... wh... what am I doing here?" asked Felicity as she looked down, “This is so... so... so wrong..." she hook her head, “I shouldn't be here... I... fuck... I have... I have a boyfriend."

And Iris?

“You have a boyfriend?" she asked, her tone acting as if this information was... unimportant, “Well..." then her eyes scanned the club immediately around him, “Is he here...?"

“Uhmm... uhh... n-no..." Felicity answered as she looked back up towards Iris.

“Oh... well... that's a shame," she claimed, even pouting as if disappointed, “It's always more fun when boyfriends are around to watch their girlfriends be taken from them."

She said it so casually, so easily, with that regal tone of hers that made it seem less like an opinion, but a fact. Yes, if anyone could do something like 'take' her, it was Iris.

“You... have no clue where you are at, do you?" the purple-haired woman asked as she looked over towards the feline.

“What?" replied Felicity, her eyebrow raised as a confused expression took her, “What do you mean? We're... we're at Club Tartarus, right?"

“Fufufufufufu! Yes, yes we are!" Iris replied, “But... you don't actually know what Club Tartarus is, do you?"

“It's... it's a club... r... right...?" Felicity answered, causing Iris to laugh.

“Yes, yes! It is a club!" she confirmed, “But... well... hmm... hmm... how can I explain this in a manner you'd best understand?"

Growing silent, Iris took a thoughtful pose again as her eyes closed shut. Felicity, confused, looked up at her... before feeling something slither along her legs. Tensing up, the feline looked down as this slithering appendage rubbed her fur and flesh with scales as it rose higher and higher. Her mouth split as if she wanted to scream, but this mysterious limb revealed itself to be a tail. A long, reptilian tail, one coated in purple and black scales.

And this tail belonged to Iris.

She had a tail, horns, and reptilian eyes. Iris was a hybrid, obviously that was true, for humans don't have these extra appendages! But as Felicity took the time to pick apart these extra attributes, she realized just how... at odds they were with one another. The eyes and tail were clearly like that of a reptile's, but those horns were not. They were like a bull's horns.

Felicity opened her mouth to speak, realizing that things were more intense than she believed, but Iris once again silenced her by way of movement. Reaching down, the purple-haired woman grabbed her chalice yet again, drew it to her lips, then drank every bit of it down without a moment's hesitation. And as she pulled the cup away with an audible 'aaah' of pleasure, she placed it upon the table while her red eyes gazed into Felicity's jade ones.

“If I said I was a demon, would you believe me?"

“I wha..."

Felicity stopped.

What Iris said was so... unbelievable, and yet she said it with utmost sincerity. And with that regal tone of hers, Felicity didn't feel like this was a joke, or a lie, or anything like that. Not with the way the purple-haired woman smiled at her, her alluring red eyes positively pulsating with life and energy. And yet the Feline still couldn't believe it, asking-

“What did you... what did you say?"

Iris smiled more.

“If I said I was a demon, would you believe me?" she repeated.

“Yeah... that's... that's what I thought you said..." Felicity said, her hands resting upon the table where she began pushing herself back, “This is crazy... this is crazy... what the hell?"

“Fufufufufufu! You don't know what Tartarus is, do you?" Iris asked whilst giving Felicity a beaming expression.

“Tartarus!? That's the name of this club!" Felicity answered.

“Well... yes. But the club is named after a place called Tartarus," Iris explained, “So... Tartarus is one of many names you mortals have given my realm. Hades is another. Personally, we prefer calling it Daemonium. But it's most popular name by far would have to be Hell."

“Hell? Holy... hmph...!" Felicity looked away, her hand covering her mouth, “This is... no... you're joking, Iris. You have to be joking."

“Club Tartarus is one place of many that's... surprisingly close to Ethereal Edge, as we call it," Iris explained, further confusing the feline, “Think of life like a river, my sweet. An endless flowing river, with no ocean to start from, and no ocean to go to. All of life is like that; a never ending, never stopping river. Each world – each realm – owns their own river, which flows without end into the ever oncoming future. Usually, traversing between rivers is difficult, if not outright impossible. There's no telling if the force of such an action would simply smear your spirit across the ever unending waves of existence. But some places, some places like Club Tartarus... well... let's just say it acts like a port of sorts. Makes it easier for powerful beings like me to travel through the realms."

“Powerful beings like you?" Felicity asked, still incredulous to all of this, “And what exactly are you, Iris? Are you really a demon?"

“Fufufufufu... not just a demon... but a Demon Queen."

“What...? No... you're a... what?"

She looked up at Iris, watching and waiting for the woman – the supposed Demon Queen – to start laughing. To say it was all a joke, an act, and to tease her for her childish belief in something so stupid.

But Iris never laughed. She smiled yes, that regal, elegant, queenly smile... but she never laughed.

“Iris..." Felicity said breathlessly while the purple-haired woman smirked, “No... this is crazy... you gotta be kidding me. You have to be kidding me!"

“Hmmm... mmm... you still don't believe me?"

“Iris, this is crazy!" Felicity said at a nearly frantic pace, “You... you have to be drunk, or high, or something! I... no... this can't be real!"

Stopping herself this time, Iris looked to the distance, giving Felicity a moment to settle her nerves. Her heart hadn't stopped racing however. In fact, it seem to drum on at a consistently quick pace.

And it was only getting faster.

“Do you want me to prove it?" Iris asked, taking Felicity aback.

“What?"

“Do you want me to prove it?" the supposed Demon Queen repeated as she looked at the feline.

“Iris..."

“Do you know why I like this club, Felicity?" asked Iris as she gently placed her hands upon the feline's shoulder and cheek, stroking her.

Those kneading touches sent shivers down Felicity's spine. She wanted to fight Iris off, but even with her claims that she was a demon, the feline found herself trapped in her snare. Those touches only helped to further subjugate the feline, whose breathing once again began to slow as she was engrossed in Iris' red eyes.

“Mmmm... meeting such interesting mortals is so much fun," Iris continued, “Men... women... fufufufu... it doesn't really matter to me. Though I dare say, I like cute girls like you most of all."

“Irisssss..."

“But you know what is most fun of all?"

Cutting herself off, Iris pulled back, and then began slowly turning Felicity around so that she could face the dance floor. Drawn back, the feline found her head resting upon Iris' large and soft breasts, groaning against them as if they were the greatest pillows she's ever experienced.

But the woman began speaking those honeyed words into her ears. And they were...

“It's all the sex..."

Felicity had no idea what Iris was talking about... only for her feline eyes to somehow pierce through the shadows and umber lights of the club. And when she did, she saw some guy and some girl; nothing special. But then Felicity looked at the girl's face... and how it ruminated with such orgasmic pleasure. Her lips were in a perfect 'o', and if the music wasn't there, Felicity knew she'd howling like some bitch in heat. And she could see why. Her pants were down just slightly, and so was the man she was dancing with, all so his cock could pound deep into her pussy, right their on the dance floor! But that's not all.

There, opposite on the other end of the dance floor, was another man and women. He was taller than his lover, stronger too, and easily hiked her up into her arms. She was gazing down to where his cock entered into her tight, lithe body. Up and down, up and down, he brought her on his length, the duo moaning as they basked in the light and darkness of this club.

These women... they were clearly mortal like Felicity was. But these men? There was something else about them. This raunchy energy that flowed off of their forms helped to mask their true natures, but she could see them for what they truly were. One of these men from the outside looked like a hound, and a strong and mighty hound at that. Upon closer inspection however, Felicity saw... flames. It danced upon his form like wisp, though you could easily confuse it for the umbra lights of the club.

What of the other man, the one holding up his partner? He had scales, spindly horns, and this powerful height. Was he a dragon? Holy shit! A dragon, here of all places! They were so rare, they were thought to be imagination! But here was a dragon, giving some girl the time of her life!

And over there, it wasn't just women being rutted into place. Felicity could see the bovine and human girl that came in with Iris, as they themselves had settled in upon prey. Some cute rabbit who found himself in here. He was already small compared to the amazon-like bovine he was with, but just in case he had any notion of escape, his arms were being held behind his back by the human girl with the long ears. All the while, the bovine ground her hips upon his crotch, grinning all the while.

The club didn't even notice these people having such public relations for all to see. Was it the high-octane energy of the place? Was it the drugs that surely flowed through the area? Or was it that no one actually cared? Or maybe... no... not maybe... certainly.

Iris was right?

“You mortals are always such easy targets," the Demon Queen said, her elegant voice once again oozing into her ears, “When put up against the untouchable beauty of a demon, you always fall."

“If you really are a demon... a demon queen... then... have you been attracting me since the beginning?" Felicity asked as she felt Iris' hands continue to knead her shoulders, “Why did you even bother telling me you were a demon then if you were just going to take me?"

“Fufufufufufufufu... no..." Iris answered, “Oh, Felicity. I did not attract you since the beginning. I have done absolutely nothing to you. Your coming over to my booth? Your sitting with me? Your talking to me? Fufufufufu... that was all you. But don't be ashamed; I have the affect on people."

“No like... what? Are you... are you serious?" Felicity asked.

Turning back around, the blonde feline once again met Iris' gaze, and the beguiling, charming, alluring smirk on her face.

“If you are a demon... then why bother with any of this?"

“Because this is part of the fun," Iris answered earnestly, “Making you submit would be easy. I break kingdoms with my armies, I have servants for as far as the eye can see, and my people quite literally worship the ground at my feet. If I really wanted to take you. I'd just take you."

Bringing over her curled finger, Iris once again began stroking it upon Felicity's cheek with those tender touches of hers. Each stroke of that digit made the feline shudder, and caused her fur, hair and ears to stand on end. But after a few more of these soothing strokes, the feline began to melt. No, Iris had to be using some demon magic on her; that had to be it! Why else would Felicity be so weak to her ministrations? She wasn't this submissive, was she?

But... she'd never come in contact with someone with so much charisma before. It was overwhelming... overpowering... and had the feline swooning.

Iris' thumb gently graced along Felicity's lips, causing her to kiss the tip of her digit in response. When she opened her mouth to ask herself why she'd done something so belittling, Iris silenced her by stuffing her thumb into her mouth. It sank in, with Felicity's eyes closing shut as the Demon Queen's thumb was coated in her spit, where it graced along her teeth, before coming to a rest right there upon her tongue.

“Good girl..." Iris whispered, her tone sending shudders down Felicity's spine.

Her jade-green eyes reopened, where they were no longer abrasive, but instead... accepting. She even began to softly suckle upon the Demon Queen's thumb, garnering praising chuckles from her plump lips. Hearing more of Iris' voice was a thrill in and of itself, and Felicity slowly began to care less about how submissive or docile this may make her look.

If Iris could give her even an ounce of the pleasure those women on the dance floor were getting, then it would be worth it.

“This is why I seduced you, Felicity, as oppose to just making you submit," Iris whispered, her voice causing the feline to groan, “I wanted you to give yourself up to me willingly. Fufufufufufu~"

Fwuuump... Pop!

“Aaaaahh..." Felicity groaned, her lips glossy with spit as a shameless and whorish expression took her face, “Iriissss... you... are you going to kill me?"

“Fufufufufufufu... now why would I do that?" Iris asked as she placed her hands upon Felicity's shoulders and leaned in.

“Then... what... what are you going to do to me?"

Iris' red eyes glowed.

“When I'm through with you... you'll never find pleasure in sex with anyone or anything else ever again. The only person who will ever be capable of pleasing you, is me."

And that? That was a fact.

Felicity shuddered at the words flowing from Iris' lips. The idea that – after her – nothing would be capable of pleasing the feline, left her dripping with desire. Not man, not machine, not even her own damn fingers would bring her to the heights of pleasure that Iris could give her. Was it real, or was it nothing more than the honeyed words of a skilled seducer? Whether or not they were, Felicity believed it. Iris' aura was just so strong.

“I... haaah..."

And when the Demon Queen pulled away to occupy more space of the booth, she leaned her arms out upon the spine of the couch, and gave Felicity one of her beaming, devilish smiles. The magnetizing aura that wavered off her form was soft, sensual, and if Felicity would have to ascribe to it a color, she'd say pink.

Pink and purple mixed together, creating this rush that could not be denied. It could easily subjugate any lesser being, and Felicity found herself being compelled forward. Was this Iris forcing her to do as she pleased, or was that merely a placebo, making Felicity merely think Iris was making her do this? Whatever the case may be, the feline was sure that she did in fact want this. She wanted this so very, very bad.

Everything about Iris was beyond.

Her divine face.

Her elegant voice.

Her Olympic body.

Her dominating red eyes.

It all drew Felicity in, compelling her to indulge in the magnificent body placed before her. Telling her it was okay to enjoy the lewd fantasies that were going through her mind. Telling her to come closer, and that she wouldn't bite... well... unless Felicity wanted her to bite.

“I... I uh... I..." the feline muttered, before slowly scooting her way towards Iris as her jade eyes locked in upon her body, “You're... you're not gonna tell anyone about this, r-right? I'm not into girls... and I... I gotta boyfriend and... haah... this'll... just stay between us?"

“Fufufufufufu... you don't have to worry about me telling anyone anything," Iris explained, “You should worry more about yourself."

Hearing that once again sent a jolt down Felicity's pine, and even coaxed an involuntary groan from her as well. It wasn't good enough that Iris had a regal voice that was unmatched; she also had to be so damn true. Nothing the Demon Queen said could be questioned, nothing she said could be seen as anything but fact.

Now as dainty and as limber as one would suspect of her species, Felicity found herself perfectly fitted upon Iris' lap. Sitting on the Demon Queen directly, she realized just how massive the size difference between them were. Iris was even taller than her boyfriend! And this strength, this raw, godly strength! Sitting down with her, Felicity's hands weren't too shy to just explore. They ran long Iris' tone arms, which were as smooth and as strong and as shapely as a Greek stature carved by a savant. No, it was even better than that!

Felicity's eyes couldn't help but to trace along the Demon Queen's form, again and again. She was entranced by her otherworldly beauty, and took the time to marvel. Her every bend, her every straight, her every follicle of hair; her every everything! But when she reached out to touch her, Felicity found herself hesitating.

Iris giggled.

“Don't be shy now, sweetie," said the Demon Queen as she performed a hooking motion with her finger yet again, “Come, come... touch me..."

Felicity couldn't tell if it was an offer or a command, but she took it quickly. Given the go ahead, the feline's fingers launched forward, touching first upon--

“Aaahh..."

Iris' abs.

So smooth, so chiseled, so strong; like a perfect plate of armor that has yet to experience any battle. Strength laid within her form, to the point that every press of Felicity's hand barely caused any bending or breaking in Iris' body.

It was marvelous.

“Wow..." muttered the feline, completely entranced in the Demon Queen's body, “I've never seen someone so strong before... mmmh..."

“Fufufufufu... your boyfriend not up to this level?" Iris asked, to which Felicity shook her head.

“Fuck no... he's strong but... mm... not anything like this... aahhh..."

“Fufufufufufu... aahh..."

Leaning up against Iris, Felicity clung to her shoulder with one hand, while the other hand continued running up and down her stomach. Every stroke of her digits garnered a gasp of awe from the feline, who looked down at Iris' unbending body with an unbreakable gaze. The only time she'd look away was to marvel at another part of the Demon Queen's form; her breasts.

They were so damn large! Not so big that one would consider it over the top, but certainly a bust fit for Iris, for only Iris was mighty enough to handle it. Drawing her fingers up, Felicity briefly ghosted them upon the Demon Queen's form, before touching her breasts through the tough shielding of her amazing bra. Fuck, this thing must have been working heavy-duty to keep her chest in form. Once again, it deserved repeating...

“Wow..."

Never had Felicity been so attracted to tits before. She wasn't lying before when she said she was into girls! There's a difference between thinking someone is attractive, and feeling someone is attractive. Nona, for instance; Felicity would never say her friend wasn't attractive, but she'd also wouldn't be lying if she said she herself was never attracted to her.

But Iris threw all of that out of a window. As the feline marveled at her tits, she wondered again what it would be like to touch them, to grope them, to kiss them, to feel them rest on her face! She wanted to do so many lewd things to these tits, and with Iris here, she was sure she'd get the chance to.

Speaking of...

Iris reached her hand down, wrapping it around Felicity's thin waist. Yelping in surprise, the feline found herself being pulled up closer to the Demon Queen, whose single red eye continued to pierce her very state of being. Swallowing her spit, Felicity felt heat rush more through her form, while her face locked upon Iris' face.

And those lips.

Those plump lip.

They were moving in... so Felicity moved in to meet them. And she...

“Mmmff..."

“Mmmmm..."

An explosion of flavor flooded into Felicity's mouth, as her lips were so expertly moved open by the superior lover she was with. Still clinging in close, the feline refused to let go of her purple-haired lover, who herself continued indulging in the sweet pot that is Felicity's mouth. She was so unused to this; has she ever had a lover this skilled in the art of kissing before? Iris couldn't help but to wonder that, for Felicity's movements were surprisingly... nubile.

Well... it was time to ramp things up a bit.

“Mmmff... mmmff... slrrp... MMMM!?"

Felicity's tongue was seized upon by Iris' reptilian tongue. It was skinny and lithe, with the ability to wrap and coil around Felicity's tongue like a boa constrictor. Groaning against her lover, the feline almost wanted to pull back... but Iris' grip was far too strong to fight against. She kept the cat in place, refused to let go, and continued to utterly dominate Felicity's entire state of being.

After a few moments, the feline relented, her eyes glossed over, before they too started closing softly. Now she was nice and submissive, allowing Iris to do with her tongue as she pleased. And even though the Demon Queen had a tongue unlike any other, and skill unfathomable, she did not completely overwhelm and dominate Felicity. No, she took things slow, allowing the feline to relax and melt more into the kiss between them.

Lips rumbled against lips, while Iris' continued using her tongue to explore Felicity's mouth. The way her tongue coiled around the cat's tongue, before pulling back to grace her teeth, gums and fangs, all had Felicity groaning. Her hands clinched tightly upon Iris' shoulders, while she swung her leg over to properly mount the Demon Queen's lap, straddling her. Now it was her time to get into the kiss, using her tongue to speed things up. Iris herself gave a giggle of excitement, while her hands moved to grip upon the frisky feline's fit hips.

The pounding music of the club kept bouncing in their ears, but Felicity didn't give a damn about any of this. Right here, right now, she got lost in the haze of pleasure as she locked lips with the Demon Queen beneath her. Iris' touch and taste was unlike any previous boyfriend she's ever had. The sweet flavor of the woman's mouth, the powerful grip of her hand, the feeling of her looming body against her own; Iris was truly one of a kind, and she was trapping Felicity beneath her whims.

The feline could no longer tell you what was up or down; her mind was dominated by the Demon Queen she kissed. And that Demon Queen used her philandering hands to gently maneuver the jacket off of her body. Pulling their lips away from one another, Felicity gazed down, watching as Iris pulled down the zipper of her jacket, revealing her top. Those red eyes of hers... she saw them sparkle with this sensual light, a sight that had Felicity groaning with need.

“Iris..." she whispered, while the Demon Queen continued pulling the jacket off of her body... before finally resting it to the side.

Now it was Iris' time to marvel... and my, did she love what she saw. The lithe form of a cute young woman; a girl still, she'd argue. Such slender shoulders, such a slim waist, such shapely hips, and such perky tits. Mmmm... visibly licking her lips, Iris sized Felicity up like she was sweet, sugary candy.

In response, all Felicity could do was look at Iris in a despondent manner. She felt small and little beneath the Demon Queen's superior gaze, even as she sat atop her. And with that suddenly docile look on her face, she had to ask,

“Why me?"

Iris smiled.

“Remember? I said I have a weakness for cute girls. Fufufufufufufu!"

Felicity blushed.

“Cute girls...? You think I'm cute?"

“Fufufufufufu! What? You don't think you're cute?"

“I... I uh..."

Reaching over again, the Demon Queen placed her finger upon Felicity's spine, causing her to lock up. Gently that finger ran along her back, making the feline arch and moan out to the club around them, while her eyes rolled back.

Then a grin took Iris' face...

“Yip!?"

And she pulled Felicity in close, causing her to lay flush against the Demon Queen beneath her. She tried pulling back, but Iris' powerful palm kept her pinned. When she looked up towards her lover's face, she opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was--

“Nnngghhhyaaah...!"

Iris' leg rubbed gently between Felicity's legs, stimulating her pussy through her panties. It was around this time that the feline realized just how damn wet she was. Her panties were stuffy and shear, oozing her nectar upon the Demon Queen's powerful thigh. And going by the grin on her lips, Iris didn't seem to mind.

Leaning over on her fist, the purple-haired woman watched as the cooing feline continued to melt beneath her grasp. Every touch of her hand garnered a different response from Felicity, whether it be another coo, a moan, a groan, or just a twitch. Iris' favorite would have to be when her hand grasped upon Felicity's ass, clinching in with a tight squeeze that had the feline... well...

“Oooooooohhhhhh...! Fuuuuuck! Iriiiiissss~~~!"

Yeah, she said that, while her entire body shivered and she leaned in, flaunting how limber her body was as her back arched. Iris absolutely adored that! But right now... well...

She desired something else. Something a little... lower...

Grab!

“Huh?"

Suddenly lifted up, Felicity was brought over where her butt sat down upon the booth's table. Her back laid up against its pole, while her jade eyes looked down towards Iris in shock. But before she could speak, the Demon Queen's hands laid upon her thighs, stroking them again and again while her hands slowly made their way up under her skirt.

“Iris..." Felicity moaned out, feeling her grab upon her panties where she began pulling them down... and down... and down.

And the feline didn't even attempt to stop her.

Raising her dainty legs up as she laid back upon the table, Felicity watched as Iris slowly peeled those pink panties right off of her body. Immediately, her raw scent filtered through the club air around them, drawing a groan from Felicity, while Iris hungrily licked her lips.

Her red eyes locked in, leering at Felicity's moist cunt as she oozed her honey all upon the table beneath them. Embarrassed and scared beyond all belief, Felicity couldn't help but to cover her face in some vain attempt to hide her blush, all while Iris exposed her folds to everyone and anyone around. There were other people fucking in this club too, but right now, none of that mattered. The feline honestly felt like the center of attention as Iris scanned her, appraised her even.

“Haaaah... haaah... nyaaah... I can't... I can't believe," Felicity murmured, her voice trailing off as Iris began chuckling.

“Then don't believe," the Demon Queen said as her red eyes locked upon Felicity' face, “Just enjoy..."

And then she began descending, moving down and down and down until only the purple bob of her hair was visible as she sank beneath the feline's skirt. Felicity braced herself, with one hand gripping the table and the other hand gripping her chest in some attempt to steady herself amid Iris' oral.

It wasn't enough."

“HYOOOH!?"

Such a loud, crude, and involuntary yelp. It bounced around in Felicity's ears, taking herself off guard with how loud she had become. But how could she possibly hope to hold her voice in when Iris was doing this to her!?

The moment the Demon Queen's lips met her folds, a roar was sent ruminating through her form. Those powerful and plump lips easily coerced her cunt open, allowing Iris' serpentine tongue to slid inside. And once it did, the feline began grunting, began groaning, all while spit dribbled from her clinched teeth.

Iris... fuck... Iris knew how to eat a girl out.

Her tongue slithered and squirmed, running along every bumpy ridge and groove of the feline's cunt. Like her mouth before, the slithering appendage had no qualms with explore every inch of Felicity's body. And unlike any lover before, the feline got to feel Iris do so. The demoness even touched upon areas of her cunt the feline herself was unaware of during her own nightly emissions! Every bump, every press, every stroke of the Demon Queen's tongue, triggered some sultry reaction of the blonde's body, whether it be a lusty moan, a hoarse grunt, or a sensual groan.

But Iris was only getting started.

Raising herself up, the Demon Queen rose Felicity's legs, forcing her body to arch as her feet dangled in the air. Placed into this submissive hold, Felicity looked up towards Iris' head as her skirt fell back, revealing her moist mound... and the positively devilish visage the Demon Queen wore on her face.

Felicity had never watched someone eat her out, let alone someone do it with such expert skill and casual ease to it. For the feline, this was the greatest oral of her life! Iris was literally teaching her things she never knew about her own body! But for Iris, this was just some casual tryst in the heart of a club. But that's not to say Felicity was some trite pleasantry... quite the opposite, really.

The feline's taste was positively exquisite! There's just something about these cute, young lovers that often set a blaze within Iris' furnace. Eating her out and watching her scream and moan, hmmm... Iris quite literally fed off of this.

Literally.

Moving in more, the Demon Queen dropped Felicity's legs on her shoulders, causing the feline to cock her head in confusion. That feeling only compounded when Iris began rising, lifting Felicity up into the air with her impressive showing of power. Eyes doubling in size, the feline found herself being picked up into the air, her cunt still ground up to Iris' face as she used her shoulders as a seat.

Look, Felicity's no heavy weight, but she isn't light either! She was a lithe cat, and couldn't have weighed any more or any less than around 100 or so pounds! But here was Iris, casually and easily keeping her suspended in the air whilst seated on her shoulders, as if she was some toddler being given a ride by their parent!

“FUCK!? I-IRIS!" she screamed, all while the Demon Queen--

“Mmmff... mmmm... mmmm... mmfff..."

Yeah, she so casually and so effortlessly ate out the feline above her, while her hands kept her from falling over. How could she continue that amazing oral, whilst lifting her up at the same time? Honestly, Felicity couldn't even think about it, for her mind was constantly hazing over.

Gripping Iris' horns to keep herself steady, the feline moaned and groaned out to the club around them like a whore. With every hungry suckle and slurp of her cunt, those pesky inhibitions began fading away as Felicity focused only on the goddess between her legs, and the amazing oral she was giving her. The club, her boyfriend, Nona, that fucking conversation she had with her father this morning; none of that mattered. This, this is all that mattered.

“Holy shit...! Nyaaaah! Hyooooh!? Fuck! Haaaaah! Fuck fuck! Nyaaaahhnnn! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm-- HRKGH!?"

Squiirrrt!

Shit! She's never been so... loud before!

Honey, nectar, ambrosia – whatever you want to call it – came flooding out of Felicity's folds and all upon Iris' face. The feline could feel her own juices gush out, marring the demoness with slick, wet, and clear juice. And Iris slurped, drunk, and gulped it all down, leaving Felicity's honey put completely clean of nectar... at least for right now.

Resting the feline back down upon the table, Iris pulled back where her tongue gave a parting flick to Felicity's clit. The feline grunted as she laid back, her eyes looking to the ceiling overhead. Jade eyes cutting down, the feline watched as the Demon Queen's glossy face beamed with joy. Iris was so casual and cool; her eyes were closed, her lips were smiling, and she constantly tasted the residing juices on her face. She was no wanton whore in her indulgence of Felicity's body, no, she was more like a duchess tasting the finest of wine. Everything she did exuded regal power and queenly majesty, and Felicity was enthralled.

“Oooooh... Iris..." the feline said, entranced by the goddess she gazed upon.

Recoiling from her climax, she watched as Iris sat back upon the booth, her arms spread out upon the couch's spine as she shot the feline an alluring look. And for the millionth time this night, Felicity drank in the godly body of the demoness she was with. The figure, the power, those large fucking tits; Iris had no equal. And this unequaled, unrivaled, unparalleled woman, was once again coaxing her in.

“Do you want more?" Iris asked, to which Felicity nodded.

“Yes..." she answered, her hands reaching out for the Demon Queen, “Take me..."

The demoness smiled.

“Lovely choice of words."

Grabbing Felicity by her wrists, Iris pulled her in, once again fitting the feline upon her lap. Immediately their lips meshed into one another in a hungry and frenetic kiss. Whatever skill Felicity had in the art of kissing was quickly thrown out the window, for she was suddenly a wet and as wild as a dolphin. Gripping Iris' body and holding her close, she furious made out with the Demon Queen, tasting her mouth, and her own residing juices upon her lips.

Holy shit it was intoxicating...

Moans and groans slipped from the two of them, their eyes closed and their focus only on this raunchy lip lock. There could be so many people walking by them right now, but Felicity couldn't give any less of a shit.

When they pulled away to breathe, Felicity's jade eyes trailed down Iris' body, coming down to... this part of her figure. These large, gargantuan, tits. So big, so round, so... fucking... juicy! Watching Iris breath was hypnotic in its own right, because those breasts of hers would wobble so wonderfully. Mouth agape, Felicity couldn't help but to drool over her chest like she'd dropped her eyes on a smorgasbord of pleasure.

“Holy fuck..."

Drawing her hands over, the hypnotized feline placed them upon the bottoms of Iris' tits, where she squeezed and lifted them up. Fuck they were so heavy, pushing down upon Felicity's hands like shapely melons. Her fingers would squeeze in, gently bending flesh, whilst lifting up and up... before letting them drop. And all the while Iris laid there, smirking devilishly, and watching as Felicity got further hooked on the drug that is her body.

Pursing her lips, the feline leaned in and pressed them to the tops of Iris' breasts, kissing her again and again. Each kiss had Iris groaning, while her hand came over to rest upon Felicity's back. With how praising her kisses were, and the Demon Queen's larger, looming size, not to mention her paramour's young age, she was like some sort of crime lord with her sultry girl toy.

Mmm... delicious...

But all these kisses to her chest only drove Felicity to desire more. Reaching around to Iris' back, she undid the hooks of her elegant bra, garnering a whistling giggle from the Demon Queen. But she did nothing to stop her, and instead waited there there as the bra fell loose upon her breasts... which seemed to expand the moment they were allowed to breath.

“Holy fuck..."

By now, that must have been Felicity's mantra.

The bra fell off, revealing the full glory of Iris' busty chest. Their great size, their teardrop shape, their hard, perky nipples, the curvature; everything about Iris' body and flesh was... just so fucking perfect.

But by now, that's probably a given.

Drawing up her hands, Felicity slowly... hesitantly... touched Iris' chest directly. Without that pesky bra in the way, she was free to explore every inch of her lover's magnificent breasts. These tits just never gave up, always filling out Felicity's hands with their size and shape and heat! Yes, this heat! It was like Iris had a furnace bubbling beneath the surface! The club was cool, but the Demon Queen was so fucking hot, making Felicity desire to snuggle up to her for hours on end!

“Iris..." she whispered between kisses to her breasts, “Mmm... mmm... chu... mmm... Iris... haah... Iris... chu chu... mmmffuaah... mmm..."

“Fufufufu... don't be so greedy, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere," the Demon Queen whispered as she twirled some hair around her finger.

But how could Felicity not be greedy when she had this body here before her? Again and again she kissed her breasts, before once more grabbing one of those glorious and fat tits into her hand. Clinching and squeezing, she lifted it up until her eyes locked in upon Iris' hard nipple. Licking her lips with desire, she moved in and--

“Mmmfff... mmm... suck... mmfff... slurrp... mmff..."

“Fufufufufu... good girl... good girl... Suck on those tits."

Felicity's mouth latched hard onto Iris' nipple, sucking upon her as her eyes closed shut. Her tongue lapped at her areola, and her teeth bit into that hardened nub, drawing on her like she could coax milk from her bosom. And as she sucked, her other hand once again trailed down Iris' body, running along those abs before slipping beneath the band of her shorts. Not only was the Demon Queen wearing such an elegant brassier, but she had equally as refined panties on as well. Felicity's fingers slipped under and into those panties, where they curled and--

“Nmmff..."

Pushed straight in.

Still sucking upon Iris' tit, the feline fingered her as well, pushing her middle digit in and out of her folds. They were so slick and wet, while the labia was tone like smooth stones. But as Iris continued to show such mastery over her body, she graciously allowed the feline's finger inside with little resistance. However, it was fucking tight. Almost virgin tight with how little those pink folds swayed. But Iris was no virgin, no, it was more like her body was perfectly created to please.

From her taste, to her feel, to her power, to her skill, to her alluring looks, and her domineering body: there was nothing one could say was lacking on Iris' form. And as Felicity continued to indulge in her body, the feline too realized just how deep this well of pleasure descended.

It was truly overpowering.

And this overpowering feeling continued leading Felicity along, drawing her away from Iris' spit-covered tits as her jade eyes began looking down.

She's... never gone down on a girl before. Hell, the feline would argue that her oral skills are only... okay, to be honest. But right here, right now, nothing would make her happier than to eat Iris out, to lick and kiss and slurp upon those folds, until the Demon Queen was cumming all over her face.

So she kissed down Iris' body, along those abs, into her navel, before getting on her knees before her pelvis. Grabbing the shorts she wore, Felicity slowly worked them down Iris' splendorous legs, with the Demon Queen graciously allowing her unbridled access to her crotch.

And, yeah, an elegant pair of panties clung close to her hips. Felicity licked her lips.

Drawing those panties down, she unveiled the moist cunt of the demonic goddess above her. It was smooth and shaven, slick and wet, and... ah, what's this? Iris had a triangle-shaped patch of pubic hair, perfectly cut right above her pussy. The labia was just as smooth as she felt, and the nectar... sniifff... it had this lovely smell to it.

It was hot down here, sweltering even, with Iris' thick thighs easily capable of squeezing around on her head. But she wouldn't need to; Felicity was right where she wanted to be.

Even if she wouldn't mind feeling the demoness squeeze her head a few times...

But... right... here she was; in front of Iris' cunt. The odor, the sight, it all had Felicity's mouth oozing with spit as she drifted in closer and closer. Drunk off of the lust, there was nothing the feline could do but--

“Mmmff... mmmm... mmm.. slurrrp... mmmm..."

“Haaaaah... good girl... fufufufu... good girl..."

Eyes closed shut, Felicity shamelessly ground her face against Iris' cunt, sucking and slurping on her folds as if she were a woman possessed. At first she was nubile, for this was her first time going down on another girl, and it showed. Some suckles were weak, some strokes of her tongue were too much, and some slurps just weren't loud enough. Felicity even looked up towards Iris, as if to say 'Am I doing this well?' And Iris smiled.

Reaching down, she palmed the middle of the feline's head, telling her everything she needed to know through touch alone. Humming softly, Felicity sank down further upon the Demon Queen's pussy, her eyes closing shut as she focused only on her body. The taste, the heat, the flavor; everything.

Fuck Iris tasted so damn good. So sour yet sweet, so bitter yet salty, so hot, so strange, so unique, so... so... so... so Iris. That's the best way to describe it; Iris tasted like Iris. Only she had a taste that could activate every single neuron in Felicity's brain all at once!

The more she lapped at her pussy and the more she drank her juices, the more courageous Felicity became! Hungrily eating Iris out, the feline's expression shifted into something blissful, something slutty, all while the club continued pounding around them. The aura of power Iris exuded could not be beaten, and this was only intensified by the cute cat currently cleaning her cunt.

Before, when Iris went down on Felicity, she did so with shear power. She manhandled the feline, folded her, then picked her up with her superior strength. Now on the other end, the blonde was completely at the Demon Queen's mercy. Down here between her legs, hungrily lapping at her pussy like a devout worshiper, it was clear to all who was top and who was bottom right now.

And Felicity didn't give a shit about any of that.

“Mmmm... such a lovely mouth you have Felicity. And so willing to learn too," Iris commented, though the feline remained latched to her cunt, “I'm going to personally train this little cat of mine. Fufufufufu! Come, come... haaah... a little more, sweetheart."

'Train this little cat of mine'. Hearing that rumbled around in Felicity's ears, and made them twitch as well. This idea of being 'trained'... it carried with it this weight behind it, and this understanding that... that...

This wouldn't be the last time. Aaauuhh...

Fuck, the feline was even wetter now!

Her lips sealed around Iris' clitoris, sucking upon the hard nub to truly light the queen's fire. And it did for the most part, with Iris shifting herself slightly to further mesh her cunt into Felicity's face, while her other hand gripped upon her tit, groping herself. Grinning and giggling, the Demon Queen began smearing the cat's face in her juices, coating it in a glossy sheen of nectar. And she didn't stop, wouldn't stop, not until Felicity's mouth, nose, even her eyes, were covered in her fluids. And once she was sure all the cat could think about was cunt... then and only then...

“Fuaaaah! Haaahh! Haaah!"

Did she pull Felicity away, allowing her to breath.

Sticky strands of juices hung from her face and lips to Iris' cunt, giving her the visage of a wanton whore. And the way Felicity gasped, her eyes glossed over, and her mouth panting, yeah, she certainly felt like a wanton whore indeed.

But Iris once again grabbed her, grinning as she lifted and pulled the cat up to her lap. This time it was her turn to initiate the kiss, pressing her mouth to Felicity's and tasting her own cunt from off the cat's tongue and lips. It took her a few moments, but the blonde quickly matched her queen, kissing and making out in the booth as the music and club around them continued partying on.

Amid the kiss, Iris' hand met her flat stomach, where she began rubbing Felicity to explore her. Up and up that palm ran, coming to the tight top on the feline's chest. Her palm more than easily captured the fullness of Felicity's perky tit, squeezing her through her shirt, and coaxing a groan from her lips amid the kiss. But Iris was not done, and her hands gripped Felicity's shirt by the edge. Then up and up and up she pulled it, breaking the kiss so that she could finally--

“Aaah...!"

“Fufufufufufu... good girl..."

The shirt came off, revealing Felicity's chest for anyone and everyone around. They were such perky tits, even glowing a bit thanks to how the light was hitting them. So round and shapely as well, with luscious silver fur coating them. And those nipples, ah, so hard and pink, shimmering with sweat, and waiting to be feasted upon. These were the breasts of a young woman; they barely sagged, if they did so at all.

Felicity gazed down towards her own breasts, mesmerized by how hard her nipples were, and how she allowed things to progress this far. Her face was dripping with pussy juices, she already climaxed once, she sucked from Iris' tits, and made out with her furiously on this booth.

And things still weren't done yet.

Just who is Iris Mordredus? Is she really a demon? Is she really a queen of demons? Felicity couldn't tell you what was up and what was down right now, but she could tell you the answer was most certainly: yes, and yes. Iris is a demon, and she certainly is a queen. And Felicity wanted to do nothing more than obey.

So when the Demon Queen asked...

“Are you ready for the next level?"

Felicity nodded.

“Yes..."

“Fufufufufufu..."

Iris stared into those jade green eyes Felicity owned, while the feline smiled back towards her in a lust-drunk fervor. Moving in, the Demon Queen placed a chaste kiss first upon her lips, before moving further down. From her lips to her neck, and from her neck to the top of her breasts, each kiss had Felicity moaning as her eyes closed shut. Iris could feel her trembling beneath her touches, but that didn't stop her.

Placing Felicity on the table, the demoness got down before the feline, who placed her hands upon her lover's shoulders and head. At the same time, Iris herself pressed her hands upon the smoothness of Felicity's back, while her lips began pressing upon her stomach. She kissed and licked at her smooth, flawless body, drawing louder and lustier moans from her lover's enthralled lips.

“Nyaaaahh! Yeeessshh!" Felicity cried, her eyes rolling back, “Irriiisssss~~~"

Iris' tongue delved into the feline's belly-button, lathering her navel with spit, pulling even louder moans and groans from her. She even started rocking her hips in time with the Demon Queen's furious licking, trying to push more of her body upon her to gain even more pleasure. All the while, Iris' hands shifted around to the skirt on Felicity's hips. With a tug and pull, she slowly guided it down her shapely hips, causing the garment to slide off her legs with ease. Before the feline knew it, her skirt was pulled right off of her body, leaving her mostly naked save for the boots on her feet.

For a moment, Felicity thought Iris was going to go down on her again, and it's not like she'd fight against such an outcome. Instead, the Demon Queen grinned, her red eyes trapping Felicity as she said,

“You know what I'm going do? Fufufufufu... I'm going to fuck you, Felicity. I'm going to fuck you right here in this club. How does that sound?"

Felicity shuddered.

“It sounds... nmm... it sounds... nyah..." she smiled whilst leaning in, “It sounds amazing... haaah..."

Nodding, Iris brought her gaze down towards Felicity's chest. In response, the feline gave a rather excited hop, allowing her breast to jump up and down, showing how perky they were. Giggling, Iris placed one hand upon the feline's tit, coaxing a moan from her clinch alone. But Iris wasn't done yet. Moving down, she brushed some hair from her face, tucked it behind her ear, opened her mouth, and then began breathing harshly over Felicity's exposed tit. Moaning back, the feline jerked softly as she felt such hot air flow over her breasts, and she swung her hand over to place it upon Iris' hand. But she didn't stop her, no, she just braced herself for the feeling of the Demon Queen's hand as she groped and kneaded her tits.

“So cute..." Iris whispered as she toyed with Felicity's body, “But I think it's time I've had my next taste of you..."

“Your... next taste?" Felicity whimpered, watching as Iris' head drifted in, “Oh! Aaaaaahhnnn!"

Iris' lips wrapped around her hard nipple, immediately making the feline twitch. Her mouth was large, hungry, wet, and hot. So damn hot! Pumping her plump lips upon the feline's tit, she hungrily sucked on her bosom like it was a meal! Her tongue even wrapped around her hard nipple, stroking it off like she'd done her tongue just earlier! And from the creases of Iris' lips slid drool, which sultry slipped down Felicity's body as she arched back.

Holy fuck this was intense! Even on his most explosive of days, her boyfriend could never manage something this amazing! In fact, everything Iris did was better than what Jack could do! Felicity hated comparing them as she cheated on the dog, but how could she not when Iris was doing all of this to her! Honestly, there was nothing to compare here...

Iris was just better...

Felicity's hands slammed upon the pole behind her, gripping it to brace herself, while Iris began rising up on the table to capture her. This large looming body pressed against hers, her lips sucking on her nipple, all in this club which just kept partying on. Getting her breast sucked on in such a public space... who would have thought that something like this would happen?

And then Iris pulled back, catching Felicity off guard who began babbling childishly. She wondered why the queen had stopped, had even come just shy of begging her to continue, but Iris silenced her by way of those dominating red eyes of hers.

Giggling, the Demon Queen turned Felicity around so that she could gaze into the expansive shadows and dark lights of the club they were in. Again the insanity of the situation struck her, and again she did not care. Instead she looked over her shoulder towards the overbearing demoness she was with, who grasped her by the hips. Groaning, Felicity felt Iris pull out her ass, letting it sit out for her viewing pleasure.

“Irissssss...!" she groaned as she bit into her bottom lip, her hands grasping the pole of the table for support, while her hips sultrily swayed left and right to further present her ass to the Demon Queen.

And such a lovely ass it was.

So cute, so round, so shapely, which made it oh so perfect! Felicity's slit was drooling with hunger for more attention, while her anus was puckering. Driven by her own wanton lust, the feline began to taunt Iris by shaking and waving her cute butt in her face. She wanted Iris to unleash everything upon her ass, to make her see more pleasure, no matter what! So the moment the demoness' hands touch her...

“Aaah..."

Felicity stopped and moaned, while fervent quivers began bubbling from within.

Iris' fingers glided up and down her body, teasing the naughty feline back, who bit into her bottom lip with barely restrained excitement. And then that hand rose up, drawing back further and further before--

SMACK!

“NYAAAH~~~!"

A quick slap and it sent out a cackle, while Felicity moaned with pain. Her butt continued to jiggle from the slap, which only enticed Iris further. So raising both hands, she slammed them down upon the feline's ass, pinning her in place. The blonde clinched her eyes in response, more than ready to feel the Demon Queen's amazing fingers. And that's when they came along to grace her pussy.

Iris placed them to the sides of her southern lips, pulling them apart. Gasping then cursing as she felt her cunt being opened up, Felicity had the deepest, pinkest, wettest recesses of her body exposed towards her looming lover. Giggling, the demoness stroked her finger along the feline's cunt, getting it nice and wet and moist... only to suddenly pull back, much to her paramour's confusion. She even let out a shrill 'why?', only to be silenced when she felt something prodding her anus of all places.

It didn't take her long to figure out what it was.

“Holy fuck, nyaaaah~~!" Felicity cried out, as Iris started to force a finger into her tight ass, “Oh! Fuck! What's--!? Aaah! Nyaaaahn! Nngghh! I've never-- AHHHAAH!?"

Ignoring her broken pleas, Iris began to glide her wet and spit-covered finger in and out of Felicity's tight, puckering ass. She slid it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, feeling a level of tightness she hadn't felt from the feline's cunt. That powerful digit was strong enough to beat down any resistance, forcing open those anal walls as her middle finger worked down deeper and deeper and deeper; right down to the knuckle!

Felicity's face was as red as could be as she gasped and groaned from having her ass thoroughly penetrated. And right when she thought she had relaxed enough into it, Iris suddenly upped the ante, as she pressed two fingers into the feline's ass. Her eyes grew as wide as lights from the sensation of those two girthy digits prying her apart with every push inside.

And Iris kept going, pressing in harder and harder, and getting such a hard, tight squeeze back. If anything, fucking deeply inside of Felicity only made sure she'd get more excited squeezes! So the Demon Queen kept pressing, kept pushing, kept penetrating, and after a few seconds, she was fucking the cat with her fingers as if she was using a cock! All the while, the blonde gasped and moaned, whilst letting her voice spill like a leaky faucet of profanities.

“OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! AAAHH! NYAAAAAHHNN!!! IRISSSSS! IT'S TOO TIGHT!!! AAAAAHHH!!!"

It was music to Iris' ears.

Felicity could feel another orgasm building, for this anal sex was far greater than what she was expecting! What first started off as reluctant, quickly became something wanted, something hot, something explosive. Felicity was groaning out louder, mewling towards the air of the club around them, while her anus began squeezing tightly upon Iris' fingers. It were as if she was sucking the Demon Queen in with how strong those suckles were!

But before she could climax and feel that blissful high... Iris pulled back. With eyes wide, Felicity turned around to give her lover a look that merely said 'why?' In return, the demoness merely grinned and chuckled; the feline looked so cute when she was desperate like this!

“Easy, easy... fufufufufufu..." Iris whispered as as she placed both hands upon her paramour's butt, “I just needed to get things ready for me."

“R-ready?" Felicity repeated... only for her eyes to grow wide.

No, no, no! Iris didn't... she wasn't actually going to... holy fuck she was!

Giving her lover a wink, the Demon Queen began lowering her face towards her backside once again. Hot and heavy breaths first flowed out to tease Felicity's pussy... only to raise up in order to tease her ass. Mere seconds later, the feline felt spit ooze over her anus, causing her to tense up. Saliva streaked down Iris' tongue like a sinful river, pouring upon the feline's anus and making that tight hole so damn wet. It glistened in the light of the club, twitched and puckered too, as if begging for the Demon Queen to insert something – anything – inside of her.

But she didn't. Nooooo, Iris took her time, lathering more spit upon Felicity's ass until she was sure it was nice and ready for her. And even when she was sure it was, the Demon Queen still decided to toy with her naughty cat. Her face descended, her mouth opened wide, and--

“NYAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAHH!?!?!?!?"

Felicity screamed. She screamed so loud, she swore someone would hear it over the music! Her back arched, her eyes doubled in size, and at that moment, she swore she saw stars.

Iris was eating out her ass.

Her lips were perfectly sealed around her butt hole, and her tongue began prodding her insides. It licked and swirled all around her anus, giving Felicity pleasure she's never felt before. If her boyfriend didn't like going down on her pussy that often, he sure as hell wasn't going to rim her! But here was Iris, squirming that sinful and skillful tongue around her asshole, coaxing her to open up wider and wider.

For Felicity... like... shit, how does she describe this? The way Iris' tongue swiveled and swirled about within her, how hot her breath is, how much spit oozed into her; the feline was suffering pleasure unlike any before. Her once whorish screams trickled down into slutty moans, while her hands gripped tightly upon the pole in front of her.

The pleasure was great... perhaps too great. Felicity found her knees bending as she buckled under the pressure, while moans and groans of a higher pitch kept flowing from her maw. All of this pleasure she felt had made itself into a knot, a knot that was winding itself tighter and tighter thanks to Iris' lips and tongue. Her voice, nothing more than useless babble. Her eyes, wound shut as tears swelled within. Her lungs, gasping for breath in some desperate need to control herself. And her lust?

Her lust...

“AAAAHHAHAHAAAAAH!!! IIIRRIIIISSSSS!!!"

For the second time that night, Felicity came hard in the middle of the club. A near waterfall of her lustful fluids flowed from her cunt, getting on her legs, marring the table beneath her, and even splattering upon Iris herself. And after placing a few more kisses upon Felicity's twitching anus, the Demon Queen pulled back, just to watch the feline climax with her own voyeuristic pleasure.

Mmm... mmm... mmm...

So delicious!

If Iris' furnace was not burning before, oooooh, it was in overdrive now. Grinning from cheek to cheek, the Demon Queen was going to do it; she was going to finish Felicity off! This cat? Ooooh, this cat was so fucked.

Drooling herself as she came down from her orgasmic high, the feline struggled to return to reality. But then Iris' hand grabbed her thigh, turning her around so that she could lay upon her back. Head resting against the table's pole, Felicity stared down towards Iris as her legs spread open wide for her paramour. The glistening pinkness of her cunt, the heat around them, the thumping of the club's music; everything led up to this moment.

And it smelled so good. Like sugar. Like cinnamon. Like lavender. Like something else she couldn't put her finger on. Okay then, well...

Pat...

“Huh?"

Dazed, Felicity looked down towards her crotch, as she felt something... big lay against her. This big thing... what was it?

“What?"

Oh... it was a penis. It was Iris' penis. But, wait, no, that's impossible. Didn't she go down on the the purple-haired woman? She ate her out and there was no cock! Felicity would remember a cock, especially one this big! But here it was, extending form Iris' pelvis as naturally as any penis would. As if it's always been there.

This was impossible. Felicity should be scared. She should realize things weren't normal. But when she looked up towards Iris' face... nyaaaaah... she saw the most alluring expression ever. Lips in a sensual smile, eyes glowing a passionate pink, and this fuchsia miasma that wavered off of her form. When she saw all of this, aaaaahh, Felicity relaxed.

Yes... it was all okay. She was with Iris. She was with her queen.

“Mmmmm... I'm going to feed off of you," Iris whispered as she worked herself closer, “You are going to taste so fucking good."

“Yeeeeeesssss..." Felicity groaned in response, keeping her legs wide, “Feed from me, Iris. Fuck your little cat... aaah..."

“Fufufufufufufufu... good girl... goooood" THWAP! “GIRL!!!"

“NYAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAH-HAAAAAAAH~~~!"

Never once... has Felicity felt so full before. Never once has Felicity felt so fucked before. Never once has Felicity climaxed from one single penetration before. But it happened... ooooooh, it happened.

Iris' thick, fat cock slid straight through her pussy and up to her womb, penetrating her deeper than any over she's ever had. Her boyfriend's cock was nothing more than a stick compare to this fat log of meat! Perhaps that's a bit of an over exaggeration, but tell that to the feline who couldn't even tell you her own name at the moment. This big, thick, heavy, hot dick, had widened her out soooo fucking good, that the outline of Iris' cock was visible beneath the surface of her trim stomach. Like, shit, how does that even happen!?

“NNYYAAAAAGGHHH! FUUUUCK! IRIS! IIIRRRIIISSS!"

“Mmmmm... keep moaning like that... it sounds so fucking good..."

Gripping tightly upon Felicity's hips, Iris began thrusting, driving her cock in and out of the feline's cunt with great ease. Any resistance was beaten, any clinch was broken, all as the Demon Queen utterly dominated and took control over her body. Felicity asked for it, right? To be taken? Well, Iris was 'taking' alright. She was taking aaaaalllllll of her!

Every thrust, every push, ever drive up of her hips into the feline, had Felicity moaning like a shameless whore. She could barely take it! Her pussy was endlessly leaking as the fat head of Iris' dick, punched up towards her womb. Would she penetrate her cervix as well? Could Iris even reach that deep?

Yes. And quite easily at that.

“GYAAAAAAOOOOOOHH!!!"

This deep, so very deep, primal roar left Felicity's lips, as Iris' cock penetrated her cervix. Pain and discomfort flooded around her... and yet the feline came. She came so damn hard, matting down Iris' cock and balls in her honey. And when she did – when that climax started subsiding – all of the pain Felicity felt was replaced with pleasure.

Back and forth, back and forth, Iris' cock slid in and out of her cunt, creating this loud 'PAT' noises that dominated the booth they were in. Felicity would look down towards that dick, watching as it slid in and out of her, created an indent within her belly with its every thrust. But then she'd look up, meeting Iris' gaze, and becoming utterly controlled by those hypnotic eyes. So much so that--

“Hold me! Hold me, pleaaaaaseee!!!"

Felicity couldn't really tell you why she had become so submissive. Iris just has that affect on people.

“Fufufufufufufu... of course, sweetheart..."

With the music pumping in their ears, Iris grabbed Felicity and held her up into her arms. The feline grabbed back, wrapping her thin arms around her queen's neck and holding on so damn tight. The demoness hands meanwhile dropped down to her butt, holding it tight as she continued driving his cock in and out of her cunt.

Pumping and pumping, humping and humping, thrusting and thrusting! Felicity's tight little pussy was unrivaled, unequaled, and Iris? Oooooh... Iris was going to make good on her promise! It was time to take the feline and finish her off!

So she grinned, devilishly so as her pink eyes controlled Felicity's gaze. The feline looked back, this visage of pure fuckedness adorning her face.

Iris kissed her.

She kissed back.

And...

THWAP!

“HYOOOOOOHH-OOOOOOH!!!"

That dick. That big, thick, dick. It push in as deep as it could go. And then...

Girrrk! Glurrrrk! Guuurrrrk!

“Mmmm... do you feel that? Do you hear that?" Iris whispered, “That's me cumming into you."

How could Felicity not feel it? How could Felicity not hear it? Iris' climax didn't just fill her, it overpowered her. The pulsating length throbbed readily in her cunt, ruminating like a wave that pushed the cum straight through the tip, and right into the feline's cunt. And she felt it. Even gurk, every glunk, and every churrrn of Iris' load as it flowed inside of her.

The feline squeezed tightly upon her queen, nails digging into flesh, while she kissed and bit at her shoulder. The tension she felt within was nothing compared to the heavy and hot load of spunk her goddess was depositing into her.

Assuming this was spunk. And really, if this demonic seed was enough to knock Felicity up... at this moment, she wouldn't give a damn.

“Nyoooh~~~"

That... that was the sound of Felicity's final climax. It wasn't a roar or a scream, it was just a soft... nyooooh...

But she milked that cock. Oooooh, she milked every inch of it. She milked it deeper into her, pulling and holding it close, and utterly refusing to let go. It was hot, it was thick, it was copious, and it was so fucking good.

And the music kept playing around them.

Softly pulling back with her toned hips, Iris drew her cock from Felicity's spent pussy with an audible 'schlurp!' It was followed shortly after by seed, which flowed out of the cat's cunt, staining the table and floor beneath them.

Their bodies coated in a layer of sweat, Iris sat back upon the couch beneath them, while she continued holding Felicity close. And the feline in turn clung to the Demon Queen, utterly refusing to let go. Again and again their lips met, only to stop once Iris pulled back.

Her giggles filled the air around them.

“There's a motel near by... want to continue in there?"

Continue? Holy shit... continue?

Felicity swallowed her spit.

“Yes..."

…

Her body ached. Her body ached aaaaallll ooooveeerrrr. It ached on her toes, ached on her legs, ached on her butt, ached on her pussy, ached on her stomach, ached on her breasts, ached on her arms, hell, it even ached on her ears and face.

Her body was sore, having been put through a relentless wringer the previous night that just seemed to keep going, again and again, and again. Her queen, her goddess, she knew not mercy in the slightest. When she deigned to indulge in Felicity's body – and allow Felicity to indulge in her own – she would make every moment of their sinful tryst worth it. Nothing was too weak, many things were too strong, and by the end of it all, as the feline snuggled close to her lover in this motel bed, she could say that it was all so damn worth it.

It was worth it to feel this ache, this pain, this soreness. She didn't cry, she may have winced every now and then, but for the most part, an expression of shear bliss rested upon Felicity's face. Gently she rubbed up against the powerful arm of her demonic lover, her mind struggling to parse together all the things they did last night. Did Iris really grow a cock out of nowhere? Did they really fuck in a club? Or was that just her imagination toying with her?

There were many things that happened last night, that no normal person could ever hope to explain. But as Felicity drew her tired jade eyes up towards the woman beside her, she realize that... heh... none of that mattered.

None of that at all...

Iris was still with her, resting on this bed with their blankets sultrily covering her Olympic form. Relaxed gently against the bedpost behind them, her red eyes were gazing out the window towards Document City's skyline as the morning sun slowly raised over the sleepy land.

“Iris..." Felicity whispered the feeling as her groggy eyes gazed up towards the devilish goddess besides her, “Hmmm... you're still here..."

“Fufufufufufu... what's wrong, sweetheart?" asked the purple-haired woman as her lips curled into a smile, “Did you really think I was going to leave you this soon?"

Gently she stroked her hand through Felicity's blonde hair, which had become so wild and messy thanks to last night's events. But when Iris touched her, she smiled from cheek to cheek in a blissful manner.

“You are so cute, Felicity. Oh, how I wish I could take you with me."

“Hmm? Take me with you...? Where's that...?"

Iris opened her mouth to speak... but she stopped herself, and instead shook her head as she gazed away.

“Fufufufufu... some secrets are better left that; a secret, my sweet," Iris stated, “Perhaps one day I will decide to take you with me. Keep you locked up in my bedroom like the lovely little concubine you were always destined to be. But until then..."

“Concubine...?" whispered the feline, still dazed, “Aaah... I'd like that though... to be your concubine. You made me forget about everything last night. It was just you and me, and I loved it. I want... I want more of it..."

Felicity was like an open book in the way she spilled this all out. All of her foibles, all of her anger, whether it be directed towards her boyfriend, or her family, or life in general, Iris made her forget about it all. Last night, she was just the Demon Queen's little slut, her sexual conquest for that night. And though it may be nothing more than a drop in the bucket for someone of Iris' caliber, for Felicity, it was everything.

Sometimes... sometimes she just wanted to forget.

“Maybe... maybe next time, sweetie," Iris stated, making Felicity pout, though she ultimately relented, “I like you though, Felicity. You're cute, submissive, and oh so ready to learn. Fufufufufufu..."

“Aaah... okay... but if you want to keep me... I uh... hmm..."

How much of this was Felicity speaking out of shear ignorance? The post-coitus bliss was still strong with her, making her admit to things she wouldn't ever say, or even believe in the past. But Iris could bring it out of her, and she'd always relent.

Always...

“I have to go now..." Iris whispered as she rose up, “I'm sure my girls are already wondering where I went. Fufufufufu! Though they won't be surprised when I tell them I spent my night with a cutie like you."

“Eheh... thanks," Felicity said with a blush, “But... um... Iris..."

“Mmm?"

“Will I... see you again?"

The Demon Queen smiled.

“Of course, sweetheart. Fufufu... remember what I said? That promise I made good on..." she stroked her cheek, “After last night, no one will ever be capable of pleasing you but m_e._ I'd apologize... but I could think of worse fates to befall you. Fufufufufufufu!"

That statement sent shudders down Felicity's spine. And she continued to ruminate in pleasure even as Iris pulled way. The Demon Queen was like a force of nature in how she barged into the feline's life, and immediately set about changing things. Not only was last night unforgettable, but the feline wasn't sure if she could go back to the way things were after this. Right here and right now at the very least, she just wanted to belong to Iris.

To belong to her... what a... strange way of putting things.

But she relented as her queen moved along, going about putting on her clothing yet again. She still maintained this draw on Felicity, who watched with unflinching eyes as that perfect body of the Demon Queen was slowly dressed back up in clothing. She didn't bother with showering, fuck, she didn't need to shower! She just looked at Felicity, smiled, and then blew a kiss.

“See you later, sweetheart," said Iris, her tone and mannerisms further melting the feline's heart.

“Byyyyyeeee," she replied in a drawn out manner.

Through the doors of the motel room, Iris left, leaving Felicity behind. And almost immediately, her lips broke out into a kooky smile as she fell upon her back. Grabbing a nearby pillow, the feline hugged it close like she was still hugging some remnant of her queen, all while she smiled and giggled and laughed at herself.

This was amazing!

So... very... amazing!

“Haaaaah... oh fuck! Nona!"

Springing up as she remembered the friend she abandoned, Felicity quickly got to work on herself. Taking a quick shower to clean herself off as best as she could (seriously, this motel's soaps were absolute garbage), Felicity was just as quick to put on the clothes she wore as well. But when she did, she recognized that... she had lost her panties. Not only that but... she had gotten Iris' panties.

Oh! Oh my... quite the lewd souvenir, don't you think? Sniiffff... mmmm... and it still smelled like her too. Mmm! What a glorious gift!

After stuffing those panties away, Felicity exited the room she was in and stared across the road towardss the club.

Where she saw nothing.

“What the hell?"

Yes, seriously, there was nothing! The church was gone! Replaced with this empty lot that had a fence around it, for sale from some realtor Felicity couldn't care any less about. Running across the street, the feline clung to the fence, gazing to the spot Club Tartarus once occupied, where the truth of Iris' existence once again flowed in her mind.

“Oh no..."

“Felis?"

Looking over to her right, Felicity's eyes befell--

“Nona!"

The hawk was right there, her clothing was slightly disheveled yes, but she was looking at her friend in surprise. That surprise quickly became joy as the two rushed one another, embracing beside this empty lot as if they'd just survived some harrowing event.

“Boy am I glad to see you, Felicity!" Nona cried, with the feline doing likewise.

“Yeah! I was worried, Nona!" she pulled back, “What the hell is going on here!? What happened to the club!?"

“I... I don't know!" the hawk answered, “I... I fucked some lion last night – he was a totally great lay – but he was... odd... when I woke up he was gone, and so too was the club!" she looked back at her friend, “I was afraid something happened to you, but I'm so happy to see you! We should totally get out of here!"

“Yeah! Besides, I'm sure my parents are gonna scream my ear off," Felicity claimed as she pulled back... however...

“Huh? Felis? What's that?"

“What's... what?"

“That! What's that on your stomach?"

“My... stomach?"

Demons... they are a race of manipulators. They lock their eyes on the weak, the outcast, the defenseless, and they strike without mercy. But they do not aim to kill, or destroy, or devour, no, they aim to control. They promise their victims trite pleasantries: money, power, pleasure. And in return, they always take the toll due to them. But that toll, that price... it is never worth it.

Upon Felicity's crotch laid a symbol, or a seal of some sorts... a stamp. It rested above her pelvis but below her bellybutton; over her womb, she'd have to say. Purple in color, it was a ring shaped like serpents, circling a rose. A rose which itself had a dragon within the center of it. It was like at tattoo... but...

She had seen this before, right? Hadn't she? Yes, yes she did. She saw it on the church.

“Oh shit..."