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Oh.

You made it all the way here, into my lair?

I suppose it’s no deeper than a basement, really. I shouldn’t be surprised the guards couldn’t stop someone like you. That smells like their blood on your blade. But aren’t you a little young for a demon hunter?

Very hot, too. Delicious.

No, no, lower that sword. I only wish to talk. My kind aren’t very good at fighting, anyway. A sword will do you no good, except for taking the low road.

Didn’t they warn you about that, at the academy, to never take the easy path, because it would inevitably lead only to corruption? This is no different, really.

It’s very different, but he needn’t know that.

You think I’m lying? Us demons rarely lie. We’ve all been down the path that you’re heading. You kill one of us without mercy, and then another, never considering the fact that we’re all sapient creatures just like yourself.

I promise I won’t attack you. Please, lower your sword, and let’s just talk. I’ll leave, if you’re still convinced that I should, come morning.

There you go. Smarter than most of your predecessors. They’d simply cut down anything that moved, often other mortals, too. Did you ever hear of the Persecutions, when a whole village accused each other of being under demonic thrall? That is where blind fanaticism and violence leads you.

I must be this one’s first. His test. They probably presumed he’d find a lowly succubus.

Sit down, here. No, don’t worry. There are no traps here. Only me. There, yes. You look surprised, young one. Why is that? Is it my beauty? Is it how I look like any one of you would? Any mortal otter, bar these little horns?

The wings? Yes, but they only manifest when needed. The horns are the only constant. Well, the only one you’ll see without me taking off everything I’m wearing. Maybe you’d like that?

No, not that quickly. He’s too on edge.

No, I didn’t mean anything by it. Our body temperatures are just far above those of mortals. We get uncomfortable wearing your clothes rather quickly.

What is it that they tell you about us at your academy? That all we care about is stealing and corrupting your souls? Some of us might, I suppose, be that simple. But I’m not. We’re talking, aren’t we? And beyond wanting to take my own clothes off, I’ve not made any attempts to seduce or corrupt you.

You can trust me.

Mm. Would you mind if I lit some incense? It helps me calm down. Yes, you do make me nervous. You came barging in with a sword, after all. Wouldn’t you be nervous if you were unarmed in your home and this happened?

Yes, it’s a hellish herb. But it smells more like myrrh than brimstone, even if there are, perhaps, some notes of the latter too. It reminds me of home.

No, I’m sure they told you that, but hell isn’t quite that bad. It’s not a realm of pain, but rather a realm of hedonism and little else, bar for the most intellectual among us. It’s simple, if anything. Predictable. Everyone is always up for having fun if they’re outside of their own little sanctums, the only places where books might still remain intact. There, smell that. Not so bad, is it?

Take a very deep breath indeed.

But yes, as I was saying. Hell isn’t evil, either. Pleasure isn’t evil, is it? I’m sure you’ve been with a woman before. Maybe a man. I’d hardly judge you either way. There’s no real difference, bar for pregnancies.

And I suppose a lot of you mortals have an obsession with breasts, too, like these. No, there’s really no need to shy away from looking. We’re not bound by the same strict puritan morals as you.

Looking a bit more relaxed now. Incense must be working.

Hot? Yes, like I mentioned. We burn much hotter than mortal souls. So, the room itself is warmer, too, because I am here. I’d still like to take off my clothes, if you don’t mind. And I can show you how to actually identify a demon, if you’ll let me.

No, it doesn’t bother me any if you slay my unfriendly kin. Judge each by their own merits, isn’t that a saying among you mortals? We’re individuals just like all of you are.

Just individuals with certain appetites.

Are you sure you’re okay with it? Good. Let me just… there. See, breasts just like most other women. A body mostly unremarkable, except that I believe most of you would find me attractive. And here, if you’ll look, is the most reliable sign of demonic heritage.

The horns, you know, could be from any kind of heritage from hooved mammals. Wings, maybe they’re part bat. But we always have a certain infernal touch to our… genitals. No, you can look away if you think it’s too much, but I think it’s valuable information for your future hunts.

Mm. Sure you’re comfortable? Then look, notice the puffiness of it. If you lean in a little closer, there’s a faint scent of brimstone. And the heat, can you feel it? We’re nearly hot enough to scald a mortal’s sex. Not quite, but just about. And we’re always wet. Always, always wet. It becomes a burden with time, you know, even if it might make you a little more attractive.

Oh, are you embarrassed? Flustered? You’re blushing. You’re not a virgin, are you? They’d be stupid to send a virgin to kill one of us. God knows that those desires are strong enough in experienced men. For a virgin, it could only mean that they want to get rid of you.

But you’re not, are you? Mm. You can keep studying me. Take notes. Remember the signs. No, I don’t mind it if you stare at my pussy, honestly. I’d just recommend making sure you remain in control.

Or you could just dive in and eat your heart and soul out.

Don’t worry. It’s not because I’m a demon. It’s because I’m a woman, and you’re naturally attracted to me. There’s nothing magical at play, here. It’s just your body’s natural urges, if you understand what I mean. You have that desire to touch and explore and fill, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

I know they say it’s wrong, that your body’s needs are somehow evil_,_ corrupt even without us demons, but it’s not wrong at all to lust and desire. It’s how your church oppresses you. They turn that pent-up need into anger that they paint as righteous. _ _

Yes, you can get more comfortable if you’d like. I won’t try anything. It can’t be comfortable sitting with your manhood constrained like that, if you’re as hard as I’d expect you to be.

How do I know that? It’s obvious. From how quickly your heart is beating. Your scent, too. We notice these things. Prove me wrong, if you’d like. Pull those pants down and show me a cock that’s not erect.

But again, there’s nothing wrong with it, if you are. Just a perfectly natural, masculine reaction to seeing my bare breasts and this warm little cunt. Go ahead and stare. Unlike your church, I understand what you’re feeling.

Yes, there you go, take off as much as you need. You probably need a moment to relax, anyway. Do they give you any breaks at all, or do they keep pretending that we’re seconds away from taking over and corrupting everyone? Oh, how predictable. They do hate it when young men like you get a moment to actually think about what you’re doing.

Because then you might rebel, simply put, and they could do nothing to stop you.

Yes, you’re quite welcome to stay here as long as you want to. Time flows a little differently in a demon’s inner sanctum. You can relax and think, if you’d like.

Mm? No, you look stunning. Handsome, or beautiful, depending on what you’d prefer. Your broad shoulders, your narrow hips, and your masculine chest, all of you. Come closer.

This must’ve taken years of training. I suppose you don’t have much time for anything else. Oh, my hand is very warm? Yes, our demonic bodies are forever warm, at least until we leave them behind and return home. I can stop touching you if you want, but otherwise- yes, mhm. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. The body of a well-trained young man is beautiful, regardless of what society might tell you.

I’d be lying if I told you that I didn’t want to see you without your pants on, too. But I don’t wish to impose. You might end up thinking that what they say about us is true, after all.

You can touch me, yes. Any part of me. I already told you that we don’t have the same compunctions that mortals do, and that applies very much to our bodies, too. Here, give me your hand – yes, either will do – and feel.

Soft, isn’t it? Warm, too? I imagine they excite you just as much as mortal breasts. They are, effectively, the same. Except that my milk would have some effects on your kind, beyond simple nourishment. No, again, there’s nothing evil there, don’t recoil. You wouldn’t call a snake evil for having venom glands, would you, despite that venom being deleterious to mortals?

It’s really no different. Yes, in the end, we reproduce by transforming mortals into demons, too. But there’s nothing unnatural about it. And we never force it on anyone.

Except when we do, sometimes. But don’t we all have to force things, sometimes?

Squeezing is okay. Nnf. Yes, just like that. You can touch yourself, too, if you want. No, really, there isn’t anything wrong with it.

Take those pants off, then. Since you can’t decide, let me decide for you. There, just pull them off. Mh. Going by that bulge, I think you might just need this. Go on, slide those off, too. Let me see you properly now, all of you.

There you go, what a good boy you are. And oh, so beautifully hung too. I never understood why some mortals think cocks are ugly, because they’re not. They’re wonderful, every inch from the base – and those heavy, swollen balls – to the leaky tip where all that sexy cum comes out.

Come, let me feel you.

It doesn’t feel bad to be touched, does it? No, I’d imagine it can’t with those little moans and whimpers. You’re so hard. In such deep need. Throbbing in my hand like that, as if you’re already trying to cum. Slick with precum, too.

Are you sure you’ve done this before? You’re shivering all over.

I’ll trust you if you say you have. I suppose you’re just very sensitive, then, from all that pent-up need. Mm. I have a request for you. I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself. All the way from the first touch to when you empty these balls. Oh, they’re so heavy too, you really need to empty them, don’t you?

I suppose you’re lucky that you came across me. Here, let me lean back. And spread my legs like this. There we go. Enjoying the view? Remember, if you actually fuck me, you might indeed end up corrupted, so no matter how wet, hot, and inviting that little slit might look, I want you to only use your hands, for now.

Yes, wrap your fingers around that amazing length. Just like that. And just hold it there. Feel your own need, feel how desperately hard you are. Run a finger across your glans. Feel the precum wet your fingers and smear it over the tip, too. It’s beautiful. Doesn’t it feel beautiful, too?

Are you ready?

I’m going to ask you to move that hand, now.

Slowly. Slide down along your length, and then back up. Imagine that’s the pussy you’re staring at squeezing down around you. Squeeze a little harder, but only for a second. That’s a woman clenching on your cock.

Close your eyes and imagine it. Imagine sliding inside me. The heat, the wetness, the amazing tightness of having your whole length engulfed at once, in blissful overwhelming heat. Feeling me trying to empty you, to drain you, to make you fill me with your very _essence. _

No, don’t speed up, not yet. Steady. Keep that slow pace. Tease yourself, enjoy the moment. Embrace every tingle of pleasure as you imagine fucking me, because I wouldn’t let you go any faster than that at first.

Slow, measured strokes. Fighting every instinct in your body to keep from letting loose, or maybe even cumming on the spot. You’re a good boy. You want to obey. You want to go slow, so you really relish in the sensation of a demonic cunt around your cock. To wallow in feeling that sulfurous wetness smear all over your shaft, your crotch, oozing down over your balls.

Okay. Pump that beautiful cock of yours just a little faster.

Imagine how it’d feel to be corrupted. It’d happen inevitably if you were to fuck me, and it’d start as a hunger for more. An itch, somewhere both inside you and not. Like black oil that feels good to smear over your thoughts and soul, but it’s… itchy. Not unlike the feeling you have right now, the one that urges you to keep stroking yourself until you make a big mess on or in someone.

Wouldn’t that be nice? It’s really not so bad at all. Just like pleasure, just like sex, just like your very body. They’re all things that your churches and leaders tell you are wrong, somehow, and force you to lead ascetic lives while the leadership grows fat on sugar and alcohol. It’s not fair.

But yes.

You’re being such a good, obedient boy.

Keep stroking. Exactly that slow, steady pace.

Have you seen how that slick, sexy cock glistens with the precum you’ve rubbed all over it? It looks delicious.

Okay.

I want you to get ready to cum. Let’s let out all that pent-up need. Let’s make that big mess you’re itching to make and enjoy the sweet surrender of embracing those urges of yours.

Stroke faster.

You can cum on my cunt. Aim for it. Here, I’ll hold my lips spread like this. All wet and ready, come on, I want you to soak me in that innocent cum of yours.

And then later, you can fuck me. But right now, I just want to see you cum.

Do it. Faster! Pump that cock faster until you’re teetering just on the edge. And then tell me. Yes, keep going, keep going. You can’t resist the urge to just bring yourself closer and closer, can you? No, I know you can’t. That’s alright. Don’t fight it.

Kneel. I want you to have your first taste. Let that beautiful cocktip brush against my slit. It’ll just be the briefest kiss of corruption, don’t worry. Not enough to do anything but make you cum the hardest you ever have in your life. Yes, kneel for me. Just like that. Keep stroking. Don’t you dare stop.

Yes, yes, there you go. Oh, I’d love to have you inside me. But not yet. Ooh, I can tell you’re enjoying it too. You look drunk on it. Those wide pupils, that jagged breath. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you back any longer. Rub that wetness all over your cock with each stroke!

Come on, faster and faster. Rrh, I can see your balls tightening. Don’t hold back. Imagine you’re already fucking me, and cum for me, cum all over my pussy.

Yes! Cum! Oh god, so much of it. Let it all out. You’re such a good boy. Glaze my cunt with that sexy mortal cum of yours, show me how badly you want to give me everything you have, everything you are. Let me finger your seed into myself. Yes, more. Keep stroking.

Mm. There you go. Wasn’t that good?

Yes, come here, lay down with me. Rest your head on my tits. See? We demons aren’t all that bad, are we? Might make you suspect that your church isn’t telling the whole truth, no?

But for now, let’s just lay here. Bask in this filthy feeling of being covered in cum together. If anything else happens, we should let it. If you feel the urge to slide inside me, I won’t stop you. But it has to be your own choice.

Oh, my. You’ve not even gone soft, have you? I can feel you poking my thigh. What a horny, needy boy you are. But then again, that’s how it works with demons. No release is ever enough, and you always want more.

But don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging like that. I’ll just lay here with my slippery demon-cunt soaked in your cum, relaxed and ready for your cock, if you need it. Wouldn’t that be nice? We could be together for as long as you want.

For as long as you need to fuck away every last part of your soul, surrendering it to me with every spurt of cum.

And you will. Think about how hard you just came. Now imagine how it’d feel if it was a thousand times more intense, with my juices soaking into your whole cock instead of just the tip. You’d never stop.

And you’d never have to stop.

Yes, there. Wrap those soft lips around my nipples. Oh, I love this part. Drink as much as you’d like, if you promise you’ll breed me afterwards.

It’s wonderful to let your instincts fully take control, isn’t it? Soaking in that slick, oily perversion. Let me have your cock. Clearly, you’ve already made up your mind. Yes, yes, no need to think about it any longer. You can nurse from me as you fuck me. Just let your cock do the thinking and surrender yourself to me.

Embrace the corruption. I can feel how badly you need it. Claim me, breed your demoness! Spurt your soul into me.

Yes! Every inch!