Magical Faux Pas (TheEndOfNothing&Dreamless)

[Dreamless Reality]

This is a one on one roleplay between myself and TheEndOfNothing. It may contain sensitive material. Pa-ruse with caution.


MayaMaya McKinley is the sweetheart of St. Lockwood Academy. Friendly, confident, and dazzlingly-gorgeous her life couldn't get any better. That's what she thought, however it wasn't until one Friday afternoon when her life would change forever!
With the discovery of a strange looking crystal in her back yard, Maya had inherited the gifts no other girl possessed. The second she touched the glimmering stone, her world spun around her and her body transformed. If the young blonde was attractive before, her transformation had left her completely stunning. Her breast size increased at least two cup sizes, her hair had become a delicate pink color and she stood taller and even skinnier than before.

Not only that, but she found she could wish things to happen just by reciting a few spells and waving her special baton around. It was the highlight of her life. Previously, Maya had no specific direction in her life. She excelled academically, and she did wonders on the volleyball court, but she wanted more. The universe seemingly granted her wish by giving her this ability to transform into a hero, and she found purpose by seeking out evil-doers when she wasn't running late to school.

It's present evening and Maya had just finished off a small skirmish with a lowly demon when she decided it was time to turn in for the night. She stood proudly in her white, sailor uniform; her top nearly covering her perky breasts and the small skirt she wore clinging to her creamy thighs.

"Another victory. Another awesome night!" She exclaimed jumping up a little bit. She realized after she landed on the ground again that , that had been a poor idea when the soreness in her legs kicked in.

"Better head home now..." She trailed off bending over slightly to rub her slender legs. A part of her wished she could stay in this form forever, but she knew the soreness would go away once she transformed back into her normal self.

 

[Zanten]

As it turned out, however, the girl's plans were about to hit quite the stumbling block.

The demon she had felled had been nothing more than a scout, and honestly not even that; rather, it had been a bit of cannon fodder, a way to measure her strength and capabilities. The demon who had sent it, a being named Trage, watched the entire encounter while magically hidden from her senses, taking note of the magical attacks she employed, assessing the power she seemed capable of wielding... and ultimately determining that she wasn't a significant threat. Certainly, to the miniscule, insignificant demons that she had stumbled across- demons who had implored higher-level ones such as Mathias to intervene- she was something to be feared, as her attacks could indeed destroy them. But the older demons got, the more power they amassed, and Mathias had been walking this Earth for countless centuries... there were entities out there powerful enough to destroy him, certainly. But she was most assuredly not one of them.

And so as she started to wander off, her route taking her through an old, abandoned warehouse district, he put himself in her path, letting his magical cloak fade so that he rippled into view just a few feet in front of her. Mathias stood at nearly seven feet in height, and was an imposing mass of contradictions. On the one hand, its pale-skinned face was handsome, almost aristocratic in appearance, but on the other, two thick, curving ram horns jutted from its skull, protruding from the demon's long, tangled black hair. Its torso was thickly muscled, as was its arms, but its legs were covered in fur, and its feet ended in strange hooves; a loincloth was the demon's only attire, tied at the waist with broad flaps of cloth hanging between the creature's legs. The demon`s eyes lacked any whites, with bright red irises and yellow pupils that shrunk just a little as they focused on the heroine.

"Well," the demon hissed, his voice rough and ragged, yet somehow strangely alluring, "You must be the little thorn in our paw. I must say, for all the alarm you've caused amidst the smallest and youngest of us, you seem to be of little consequence..." The demon's dark eyes flitted up and down the busty lass, and a cold, cruel little smile spread across his lips; even to one as young as Maya, it probably wasn't hard to guess just what was going through the creature's mind. "But I will give you an opportunity to repent for your transgressions... surrender whatever bauble gives you your power, fall to your knees and beg for mercy. If you refuse, if you resist... you will be punished.

From the gleam in the demon's eye, it was clear that it would like nothing more than to see her resist...

 

[Dreamless Reality]

"I'm sure this is the way..."

Maya brought a finger to her plump lips in a nervous, fidgeting manner as she took in her surroundings. There were abandoned buildings all around her, and even the street lights seemed to have given up, leaving only one flickering dimly in the distance to guide her way. She must have taken a wrong turn somewhere because she was utterly, and hopelessly lost. Her emerald colored eyes scanned the area for anything remotely familiar, but to no avail. She had rarely ever come to this part of town because her mother had said it was dangerous for a girl like her, but she was different now! She wasn't afraid of anything or anyone! Not even-

The young heroine swiveled on her heels at the deep, echo-y voice coming from behind her. She hadn't felt his aura until he materialized just yards away from her and she was quite visually taken aback at his sudden appearance. He towered over her, not unlike some other monsters she had faced but this one... This one seemed different. The creatures eyes sent shivers down her spine. Plenty of men had looked at her like that, undressing her with their mind but it was nothing compared to this. This demon looked like something straight out of the bible, and not something good.

His words did not faze her, however. Cleary he was trying to scare her.

"Your intimidation tactics will not work, scum." The confident young woman declared, widening her stance and twirling her magical baton in her right hand as she readied for an attack.

"By the divine power that gives me strength, I will send you back to where you came!" Before she gave the demon a chance to spew more lies, she focused her energy into the tip of her baton. The crystal at the end glowed a bright pink color before emitting strobes of powerful light energy towards the ram-demon. She would try and end this as quickly as possible. His aura unnerved her, it was so powerful it made her skin crawl.

 

[Zanten]

The demon seemed about as intimidated by her forceful proclamation as he would have been had the threats been coming from a very small, very fluffy poodle. Indeed, as his arms crossed over his broad chest, he seemed almost incredulous that she was making it, and a little shocked that she was so bold as to attack him... surely she realized the sort of trouble she had landed herself in, yes? The gulf between their power, the fact that she simply didn't have enough juice to stand toe-to-toe with him... surely she felt it? But when she started charging up an attack, a crooked, delighted little smirk twisted his lips. Was it possible that her lack of real power was exceeded only by her lack of experience? Had he simply found a would-be heroine who knew not what she was stumbling into?

As the attack flew his way, full of impressive flashes and other shiny pyrotechnics, Mathias stood in its path, unconcerned... and then lifted a hand to intercept it. Where the attack met his palm, sparks flew, and for a few long seconds her magical assault crackled and sparked just in front of him, held at bay by his spread palm... until, with a flick of the wrist, he shattered the spell. Traces of energy wafted all around as his fingers flexed, dark eyes dropping to his palm, then back up to her.

"That tingles."

A sudden blur of moment closed the distance between them, as in the blink of an eye he was right there, less than a foot away. His fingers wrapped a vice grip around her wrist and viciously tugged her arm upwards, forcing her baton to point up towards the sky, and driving her up onto her tiptoes. Those same dark eyes studied her for a long moment, before he finally spoke.

"I can see past the aura you try to hide behind," the demon seemed to almost scold her, even as it held her aloft by her wrist; "Beneath the swagger, the outfit and the power, you're little more than a child... but as false as the form is, I would be lying if I said it didn't hold appeal..." The demon's teeth flashed, pure white slabs of enamel that stood out from its pitch black gums as his eyes once more slipped along her form, and for a moment, his hand reached out towards her chest, teasingly hinting at violation... but then he released her wrist. For a moment the demon seemed to relax, as if it were going to allow her another attempt, or even let her flee if she so chose.

But then his arm lashed out, swinging a vicious backhanded blow towards her jaw with a level of strength and speed far beyond what she had encountered up to this point... if it connected, no doubt it would send her flying towards the fragile warehouse window nearby.

 

[Dreamless Reality]

Once sparks began to fly, her heart began to race. Yes! She was doing it! The demon was... not... fazed?
Maya held strong in her stance, most demons she had fought would have been blown to pieces right now and yet he seemed to be fizzling all of the energy out in the palm of his hand! This was definitely bad news. This was really bad news, that was one of her most powerful spells!
That's fine, as long as she kept the spell up, she could think of a plan. What timing she had tonight indeed, because right as the thought escaped her head she watched him disperse her spell with the flick of his wrist. A small muscle spasm was all it took for him to stop her light energy. Clearly surprised and taken aback, Maya started to take a few steps back. Her mind racing for another spell idea. A barrier spell- that's it! Before the words could come out of her pretty little mouth, he was there in front of her. Towering over her like a creature form a nightmare.
At once, he had wrapped his strong hand around her fragile wrist and hoisted her into the air as if she were a child or a grocery bag full of bread. The lithe young woman grimaced in pain at his grip. Her body already felt drained from the amount of energy she had used tonight. With her eyebrows knit together in a slightly terrified expression, her legs wobbled slightly. Halfway between trying to kick the beast and find her footing. His eyes terrified her, but she couldn't help to meet them in a strong gaze as he spoke. He could read her like a book, how did he know this was not what she really looked like? How powerful was this demon really?? The only think more frightening than his dark eyes were the bright teeth he revealed in an evil smile. A smile that could only mean bad things.

She stammered out the beginnings of words but couldn't find the right syllables to put together as she witnessed his other hand hover over her shapely breasts. Never had a demon even touched her, and here she was: being dangled like a fish caught out of water. For just a moment she was suspended in thin air without his grasp. The following event seemed to move in slow motion and yet she couldn't comprehend what was going on until his hand had made full contact with her jaw and her body was sent hurdling through the night hair and into the window of a nearby building. Maya tumbled to the ground and landed hard on her stomach and face - half of which immediately had felt numb with pain. The glass had torn various parts of her clothing and body and with a groan she attempted to push herself up and try and piece together what had just happened. Blood dripped from her mouth to the floor as she pushed her torso up. It was at this moment she realized her baton had flown out of her hands somewhere and that if she had any hope of escaping she would need it. Her magic was significantly weaker without it.

 

[Zanten]

Thoughts of finding her magical weapon would have to be set aside in the face of a much more immediate problem; the demon was in the room with her. There had been no sign of motion, no sound of hoofs approaching, but just as she started to push herself up, she'd see those fur-covered legs just beside her, less than a foot away.

"You've brought this upon yourself, you know," he murmured, his voice sounding almost sympathetic... a tone that was quite sharply contrasted by the vicious hoof that slammed into her soft side, right below the swell of her breast along her ribs. The hoof was dense, and the kick hard enough to make it feel as if he'd taken a steel-toed boot to her tender flesh; "There is a certain order to things, a structure to how the universe runs... you humans, you swarm across the planet, settle where you please, take what you wish. My kind, we understand this, we accept and tolerate your presence and, in return, we take what we need." His hoof pressed down hard against her lower back, digging grooves into her skin as he pinned her on her belly; putting his weight rather pointedly on her spine as he leaned down to murmur. "A pint of blood here, a corpse there, a few years some fool of a mortal trades away for his fifteen minutes of fame. We both benefit, and we both survive on this highly... symbiotic... relationship."

"But then, every so often we get... disruptions..." the hoof started to grind into her lower back, bruising her fair skin forcing her spine to arch even further. "Beings too foolish to mind their own business, too naive or arrogant to let this balance stand. So when such a vain, self-important little speck appears on the horizon, do you know what I do?"

His hoof finally pulled away from her back, even as a large hand grabbed her by the hair; one hard tug forced her battered body onto her knees, and then another lifted her straight off the ground. This time, she wasn't even able to stand on her tiptoes, feet hanging a few inches from the cold pavement as all her weight pulled upon the roots of her hair; at this elevation, she could stare directly in his eyes without having to crane her head. Fortunate, since she couldn't have looked up or down in this state...

"I make an example of them."

His fist thundered in again, and this time it collided square with her soft, toned belly; the force might normally have been enough to send her flying back again, but instead it just heightened the pressure on her hair as her entire body was forced to bend and compress around the hard blow. A second punch followed it, and a third, each one meant to tenderize her abdominal muscles, knock the air out of her, and of course make her suffer. Only when the third punch had landed, and her body stopped jerking and swinging by her own hair, did he finally open his fingers; letting her drop from his grip like a stone.

 

[Dreamless Reality]

Previously it was thought that the confident young woman couldn't possibly be surprised, and yet here it was happening twice in one night. Before her naive human mind could even wrap around the fact that he had seemingly materialized out of thin air, Maya felt a crushing blow to her rib cage. The hit left her breathless and keeled over in pain. "Ghhhn..." Her pearly white teeth ground together, her eyes shut tightly as she let a low guttural sound to escape. A rib or two had definitely felt misplaced. Her green eyes opened only in feverish hope to find her baton somewhere in site but to no avail. It wasn't conveniently anywhere near her like in the stories and shows and the blow he had struck her with wasn't only going to just leave a small bruise. She had never felt pain like this before, never had she been bested in her entire life and he was kicking her around like an old rag doll.

With shaking hands she placed her palms face down once more in a futile attempt to push herself up until she felt his hoof impose itself on her lower back. The pressure alone was enough to cause her extreme discomfort, but that tied with the pain in her rib cage was enough to cause her to cry out. Whatever words he was speaking, she didn't want to hear it. He was berating her like a child being told what to do and it frustrated her to no end that she couldn't do a damn thing about it!! The magical girl was seething by now, taking long, ragged breaths through tightly shut teeth as he continued to explain his twisted logic to her. Her feet pushed and pushed in an attempt to raise her perky tush in the air to get any sort of leverage but the more she tried, the more pressure she felt him push on her spine. It was getting to the point to where she believed if she didn't figure out something soon he would surely snap her spine in half.

A small amount of relief flooded into her being as the demon removed his hoof. Perhaps he was finished beating the crap out of her. Maybe, just maybe this was the extent of the point he was attempting to make.

How could she be so foolish to not only humor that idea for a split second but get herself in this mess in the first place? Maya had never begged, not once in her entire life. She had never wanted anything more than to be set free from this monster, though.

"I swear- I'll- I'll kill you!" She growled with tears staining her bruised cheeks before he grabbed a fistfull of her fuchsia colored hair. It hurt, but not as much as what was to come next. With her legs dangling freely in the open air, and her hair being pulled nearly out of her scalp she couldn't help but squirm and writhe in his grasp. In order to avoid those dreadful eyes of his, she shut her green orbs tightly. This, however was a mistake. She would realize this once the first blow hit her soft, unprepared stomach. With her hands secured around the fist he held her hair with there was no way for her to block the fury of blows he relinquished upon her. Once he was finished she collapsed to the ground like a broken toy, gasping for breath. The worst part was that it even hurt to breathe and she couldn't help but curl in on herself as she tried to force the pain to go away.

Once she could swallow enough air she turned to her next plan; get the hell away. Pathetically, the hand not cradling her beaten stomach clawed at the ground in an attempt to put any sort of distance between them.

 

[Zanten]

Mathias didn't move as she sought to crawl away, didn't try to impede or stop her... certainly, she wasn't getting away quickly enough to spur him to action. Instead, as he watched the battered, bloody heroine slowly drag herself along the floor, he considered his options. Should he perhaps just kill her? But then if he did, the power she wielded would wind up passing on to someone else- that was how these sorts of things seemed to go, with irritating regularity. Whoever was this girl's successor could prove to be an actual threat, a formidable adversary, bearing more skill or a stronger will than the little waif he had so effortlessly reduced to a gasping wreck. No, right now she was far more useful keeping the power contained in her inadequate body; she was something that could be managed quite easily. Should he hurt her some more? She hadn't begged, hadn't sobbed, hadn't done anything that might suggest her spirit had been broken... but regardless of the state of her spirit, her body was very much broken. What purpose, beyond admittedly providing some entertainment, would further violence cause?

And then, an alternative strategy came to mind. She had managed to get several feet from him, and even seemed to be occasionally hauling herself onto her elbows and knees to crawl. That proved to be the only rope she'd be allowed, as soon the demon closed in from behind; a strong hand gripped the back of her costume top and pulled upwards, lifting her bodily into the air. Even as he swung her around, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room, and suddenly the back of her top ripped halfway down the middle; enough for her to slip out of his grip and slump over a waist-high storage crate. The rip along her costume top made it a far looser fit, particularly around her hefty breasts, putting them in very immediate danger of spilling from the cups of her attire. Even as a hand shoved down hard on the back of her neck, forcing her to bend forward over the crate until her cheek pressed against the cold, dusty wood, a hand slipped up the back of her skirt. An impossibly sharp nail teasingly slid up her outer thigh, along to her waist... and then, finger hooking, the claw sliced across the side of her panties, tearing a shallow cut into her thigh in the process. The thin, silky underwear slipped from her thighs, leaving her bare and very vulnerable beneath that skirt.

But then, curiously, the hand between her thighs became far softer, carressing her inner thighs and running teasing fingertips along the soft skin until they finally brushed against the warm, swollen lips of her cunt. She felt utterly hairless down there- though whether that was due to the teen girl's maintenance or simply the state her transformed body assumed, he couldn't say. Whatever the case, he began to tease her clitoral hood and then, when he felt her clit beginning to swell reluctantly under his touch, he ran a quick fingertip around the sensitive nub. Only when her little pussy had begun to moisten did he push a single thick digit deep inside her, starting to churn and pump it in and out of her; that long, sharp nail that had so nearly cut her panties and flesh was nowhere to be found. He suspected that the girl inside the busty heroine had little, if any, sexual experience... which meant she would find herself in for quite the experience.

Though it may have seemed odd to so suddenly transition from a beating to these sort of gentle, arousing touches, it was all part of the example he sought to set. Simply leaving her broken and injured would fill her with feelings of hatred, perhaps thoughts of vengeance; without something to distract it, that drive might actually push her to become a threat. But if he could dilute that anger of hers with confusion, uncertainty, maybe even self-loathing... he sought to make the heroine's body betray her, to force her to feel and want things from him that would repulse him. And so, with the exception of a strong, restraining hand on the back of her neck meant to keep her bent over the crate, he treated her quite softly... and within minutes, the sounds of her breathing and pained whimpers began to mingle with the wet, squelching sounds of violation as two fingers now began to pump in and out of her increasingly wet cunt.

 

[Dreamless Reality]

Being the naive, young heroine that Maya had wound up to be, she entertained for just a moment that she had reached the end of the demons terror. Knowing all too better though, she knew without looking behind her that he was still there. His aura was dark and suffocating. In her weakened state it imposed upon her even more, she hadn't known why she didn't feel it before. In her less than desperate attempts to seek refuge, the battered young girl thought about trying to transform back into her normal self. It would certainly put aside the pain she was feeling but definitely left her in a more vulnerable state. To even complete such a minor task as such would require her to concentrate though, one thing that seemed nearly impossible in a room with undoubtedly the most powerful demon she had ever encountered. Her limbs shook as she attempted to crawl her way towards what seemed to be the right way to go. Too bad for her that she wouldn't get far enough to even see an exit in sight.

It came as no surprise to the magical girl when she felt her body being lifted up by the back of her top. She knew instantly that the fabric wouldn't hold her and scrambled to throw her arms around the front of her bust to avoid any revealing slips to happen. It was not yet evident to her that this might have been what the creature intended. She prepared for the worst as she landed on the cusp of a sturdy wooden container, removing her hands from her chest only to brace herself against the cold wood. With this action her top slumped down her torso, leaving her supple breasts to fall freely against the cold material of the crate. Mathias' grip was strong and unflinching at the back of her neck and she found herself wishing he would simply put an end to this game already. The musty smell of the old wooden on the crate filled her nose as she was rendered nearly immobile. Moving her head was a task that could have only been done if she had the strength of a hundred more men.

What was he doing? What angle was he playing now? She figured if he was going to kill her it would be with some sort of weapon, something sharp- something like what she felt on her bare leg. Her heart jumped inside of her throat as she felt what seemed to be a clawed finger nail pull at the thin material of her panties.

"Wh...Wait!" Her voice cracked and her words came out sounding like a frantic, hoarse whisper. Why was he taunting her like this?? Her writhing increased as she felt the soft material covering her most delicate parts fall to her ankles. With his hand up her skirt she could feel the cool air of the warehouse brush against her untainted skin. Her breathing became rapid, but her efforts to squirm out from under his grasp became less and less powerful as time moved painfully slowly. Her mind was in a frozen state of shock as the sharp tool that was his hand became softer, more gentle; until he could feel him tough her there. Any attempts to close her legs had been obscured and once his fingertips grazed her sensitive bud, he appeared to show no mercy. The sensation struck her as new and unfamiliar, sending lightning bolts up her spine.

"Stoo-ahh-p..." She whimpered, her hips twitching with every rotation of the pad of his finger. A warmness filled the core of her being, distracting her if only momentarily from her injuries. It had to be some sort of trick, some sort of spell that he was putting her body under. It felt as though the more he slid his fingers between her pussy lips, around her clit, the hotter she became and the tighter the knot grew in the pit of her stomach. Hopelessly she clawed and gripped the sides of the wooden crate. Being the proud woman she was she wouldn't admit to being a virgin, she knew it wouldn't possibly make a difference. If anything, it could spur the demon on more. With tears brimming in her green eyes she whimpered against the feeling of his finger pushing inside of her slick, warm pussy. It had slid in much easier than she had expected, the pumping action that commenced began to leave her salivating. The noises were lewd and she felt a horrible well of violation and disgust grow inside her. She held her body in contempt for seemingly molding around him, opening giving her chastity away to this horned devil. Her back arched into the wood as she felt another digit spread her wet cavern.

No words came from her lips this time. She wished he would let her go, walk on home to her cozy house where it was safe, but on the other hand a very, very deep part of her wanted these feelings. Her body was relishing in the attention, clouding her mind.

 

[Zanten]

"Come now," he mocked quietly, even as he pushed her further and further towards the precipice. "Is this not better? As I already explained, child, you humans live in this world... and we demons take what we need from you. And you have something I need..."

His teasing, stimulating touches worked away on every raw nerve she had to open, thumb brushing along her swollen clit as his fingertips began to probe and test her g-spot, only for scant moments at a time. He wasn't looking to grant her an orgasm, not around his fingers... simply make sure she was well-lubricated for what was to come next. And so he persisted even as her juices seeped down his knuckles, even as they began to stain her own inner thighs... it was only when the ground beneath her began to show signs, little droplets of her excitement darkening the concrete, that he finally relented. Without warning, his hand pulled from her sopping wet cunt and, to muffle her protests, he reached around to stuff those filthy fingers into her mouth and down her throat, effectively gagging her with her own arousal. She'd find those fingers as tough as leather, and even had she the stubborness to bite at them, she'd find that he didn't seem to feel it. One of his hoofs kicked at either of her ankles, forcing her feet wide apart, until the only thing keeping her upright as the crate she leaned against... a position that just happened to lift her ass a bit higher into the air.

With the way he held her by the mouth, she'd be unable to even look back at him, and so the only warning she got to his intentions was a rustle of cloth... and then a hand tugging up the back of her skirt. Until, finally, it came; the blunt, circumsized head of an impossibly thick cock that began to firmly, steadily split her open.

There was no way her normal body could have accomadated him in this fashion, not without causing serious harm... but, ironically, her transformed state seemed more than capable of it. It was always such a pleasant surprise with these up-start heroines... the body that had been transformed in order to fight evil was, really, best designed to service them in the lewdest of fashions. As her tight, slick little cunt's walls spread and stretched around the sheer, blunt girth of his cock, he pushed it ever deeper with short, steady thrusts, pulling back on her body each time. The soft flesh of her heavy breasts were mashed and bruised all the further as he gripped them for leverage, occasionally squeezing her long, stiff nipples between his fingers. Just how long it took to impale her squirming, shuddering body, it was difficult to say, but eventually, his hairy pelvis pressed flush against her firm ass, full length buried up to the hilt in her quivering cunt. Her skirt had long since been hiked up around her waist and belly, no longer even visually shielding her plump ass from full view.

For a long moment, he remained still, letting the full weight of her fate sink in, and allowing her inner walls to stretch and settle around the thick intruder that had pushed them apart. But such respite was never to last, and soon his hips began to pump again; these thrusts were long and hard, each one pulling out all but the last inch of his stiff cock, before pushing it all the way back in with a soft grunt. "Mmmmh... nnnh... nnnn..." The sounds of her soaked little hole taking him in time and time again began to grow a little more frantic as he started picking up speed, each thrust firm enough to push her thighs against the edge of the crate.

 

[Dreamless Reality]

As her body temperature steadily rose, so too did the amount of arousal between her slender legs. Instead of sounding frightening and creepy the demons voice now sounded like velvet to Maya's ears. His sultry words hung in the air, uncontested only with the exception of her heavy breathing and the occasional involuntary mewl. His fingers twirled and moved inside her in a way completely foreign to her. Somehow he had known exactly where to press and push to make her body tingle with desire. She knew in her heart she did not want this, that he was simply exercising his control over her body to force her to feel a certain way. That was the excuse she used anyway. In an embarrassingly short amount of time she could feel her own juices dripping down her creamy thighs, and onto the floor. The knot in her stomach was getting tighter and larger with every pump of his fingers, there was something that told her she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Something needed to give her release or she would positively burst.

Just as she felt his soaking fingers retreat she tried to get some what of a glimpse back at her attacker only to be met with a mouthful of his appendages. The sudden action caused her to gag slightly and she quickly attempted to move her face away to no avail. The smell and taste of her own juices filled her senses. It wasn't too strong, but definitely distinct. It was tangy more than anything else. In order to suppress choking on his fingers she had to swallow, but some saliva dribbled down the corner of her mouth with this action. He wasn't exactly letting her jaw or mouth close enough to stop it. The texture of his fingers was all too strange as well, they felt less like flesh and more like hide. This distracted her from what his intentions were next until she felt him her legs wider apart. Had she not been bent over the crate for support, she surely would have fell onto her stomach. The moment he did this her green eyes flashed with horror, muffled protests erupting from her throat. She tried biting his fingers as hard as she could, even making an attempt to blindly scrape her nails against his muscled fore arm.

Her hairless cunt however glistened invitingly, each movement of her hips only propelling her skirt up higher. She squirmed until she felt something so impossibly thick at her entrance. At first she thought it was his fist - it was so large, but it wasn't until she felt the mushroom tip of his cock push ever so persistently into her pussy that she realized what it was.

"Mmmh!! Mnnuhh..." Her cries were lost to the darkness of the abandoned building. It felt as though she would surely tear in half with the size of his girth penetrating her virgin pussy yet her wet cavern was as accommodating as ever. Her squishy walls clenched had around his thick cock, convulsing with every deeper intrusion until she could feel him hit the very end of her canal and push even more. Once he had stuffed her to the maximum she stopped writhing so much, only quivering sightly around his impossible girth. In a strange way, she felt whole and complete with him all the way inside of her and once he began to move her body wanted to move with him. In the beginning each buck of his hips was no less merciful than the last, leaving her cunt desperate to hold on to this creatures blunt dick. With every pump, her weighted breasts would bounce up and soon meet his large hand. By now her body was burning with a pleasurable fire and every time he thrust his member into a certain spot she would arch her back just a little more and moan. With his fingers teasing her hard nipples and the sensation of his dick using her pussy like a fuck toy she felt the knot in the pit of her stomach start to burst.

"Haah-ah...ahhH...haHH!" Suddenly her walls began to convulse and clench around his still pumping rod. Stars blinked in and out of her vision as she reached her climax, her knuckles turning stark white as she gripped the wooden crate beneath her.

 

[Zanten]

He could feel her inner walls convulsing and flexing needily around his churning cock as she came messily all over it, the splatter of her squirting juices on the concrete floor mingling with her breathless wails. Each cry from the girl's lips echoed in the cavernous chamber, but over the time the steady, rhythmic Smack, Smack, Smack of his pelvis against her plush ass began to overpower it, their volume increasing as his thrusts grew harder and rougher with each passing moment. One of his hands shifted from her chest to grip her tightly by her pink locks, a hard pull forcing her spine to arch and her face to lift towards the dark ceiling above, one of her breasts now left to bounce freely even as the other one was roughly squeezed and kneaded in his strong palm. "Mmmnh.... nnnh.... mmmnghhh..."

The demon was still strangely casual about this entire affair, but his grunts had become a bit louder, a little more drawn out than before, as the velvet vice of her stretched little pussy sent such delicious sensations throughout his entire body. Those sensations only seemed to fuel his hungers, though, and it seemed that with every passing moment his hips were pounding against her more and more vigorously, until each impact had her rump jiggling constantly. The steady tugs on her hair that accompanied each thrust, as if he were gripping reins, treated her like little more than a mare in heat, some mindless animal to empty himself into... and as the grunts began to turn into throaty groans, it became clear he was getting very close to that. "Mnnnhgghh.... uhhhnnnn... nnnngh...."

Mathias's hips suddenly reached a brief, bruising fever pitch, pounding her soaked little cunt so hard that each push forced her ass into the air... before the release suddenly, finally hit. "Uggghnnnnn yeeeeeesssssss...."

His slurred approval, accompanied with a dark little chuckle, was paired with a release that pumped load after thick, copious load of hot, sticky demon seed deep into her quivering cunt. His pumping cock churned and frothed the ever-growing mess of cum inside her, until rivulets of it oozed out from her split pussy lips, seeping down his shaft and her inner thighs. Only when the last spurt of seed filled her did he finally pull his hips back; thick cock sliding from her used cunt with a brief, wet splatter as the excess cum dribbled from her and onto the floor.

Of course, that wasn't the end of her ordeal, not by a long-shot. Without even giving her time to catch her breath, he grabbed the back of the girl's neck again and forced her up onto the crate, rolling her onto her back. Her lower back ended up pressing against the edge of the crate, and when he pushed on the back of her legs, her knees were forced up until they pressed against her plush, bruised breasts. At first it seemed like his intention might have been to take her cunt again, but then he pushed just a little harder on her legs, forcing her stomach to curl inwards, until his true prize came into view.

If there was any small, cold comfort for the girl, it would be that she got at least a few moments of warning; the sticky tip of his cock pressing between her buttocks until it found her puckered anus.

"Well..." he murmured, eyes gleaming wickedly. "Maybe I wanted more than just one thing."

It was then, with strong and steady thrusts, that he began to impale her tight, stubborn asshole, splitting it open in much the same way he had so thoroughly violated her cunt...

 

[Dreamless Reality]

She was given no time to recover from her earth shattering orgasm as he continued to fuck her tight little pussy. If anything, his continued thrusts had drawn the experience out longer until her mouth and tongue hung open and her sparkly green eyes rested half lidded in complete, involuntary ecstasy. She felt the mixture of pain and pleasure mingle together inside of her, especially as he yanked her head back by her long pink hair. The action caused her ribs and abdomen to scream at her as her back arched against the storage crate. The pain was only diluted with the constant and rhythmical pumps of his large member. No matter how long she endured this painfully blissful torment, each penetration of his manhood felt like the first one over and over again. Humans weren't meant to be fucked by demons after all, or were they? Her body had reacted to his touch so quickly, her mind kept spinning trying to figure out how this was even possible. Even more so, how she was enjoying it so much. She took her breaths in between his violent bucks because with each time his pelvis met with her sculpted posterior it forced the wind right out of her.

With every lewd sound of their intercourse that flooded the air, her breathless moans and cries of pleasure were there to follow. It wasn't too soon that she started to notice that the intervals between his thrusts were increasingly becoming shorter and shorter, the noises he was making getting deeper and more primal than before. She knew enough about sex to know what was coming next and she didn't think to stop it not for one second.

'Yes. Yes! Yesss!' She cried inside her own mind, her spine arching to the furthest extent. She needed to feel it, she wanted him to fill her abused cunt with his cum. Her dark wish was granted soon enough and she felt it. As he dumped his load inside of her still convulsing pussy she relished in feeling his member twitch and jerk. This new feeling of being filled with his hot demon seed was rapidly becoming her favorite.

"Oooh Goddd..." She slurred feeling the sticky ooze dribble down her shaking thighs. It remained hot in her pussy until he pulled his blunt cock out, most of it spilling out down her legs and onto the concrete. Before her body could go totally limp, he hoisted her up on top of the dusty old box and onto her back. It was a good thing too or else she most definitely would have crumpled to the floor. She was sure he wasn't thinking about that when he decided to do this though, in fact she was positive his intentions couldn't possibly good. Was this his plan all along? To fuck the lights out of her and then kill her? For a brief moment she got the chance to take a look at his still dripping cock, the appendage even more impressive now that she could see it. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived when he forced her legs up in the air and against her bust with an amount of flexibility she didn't know she possessed. Was he seriously going to go for round two?? He had came so much she could still feel his cum squishing around inside her.

The clouds in her head dissipated just enough for her to figure out what he was planning next. Her frightened green eyes met his terribly mischievous gaze just as she felt the bulbous tip push against her tight anus.

"No...No-no-nono! Please!" Maya begged, trying to kick her gelatin-like legs. Her puckered hole protested the intrusion at first before eventually giving way, swallowing his monster appendage one inch at a time. It felt wrong and painful, but with him holding her in place there was no where for her to escape. Grimacing, she ground her perfect teeth together in pain as he stretched her forbidden hole. The mixture of his cum and her arousal had made for a great lubricant but with each intrusion her tight asshole attempted to stop his movement by clamping down hard. She was disgusted, with herself for letting this happen and for the fact that despite the pain he was causing her body reacted to it in the same way as if he were fucking her messy cunt. To be in such a compromising position left her face flushed with color, her tits bouncing up and down with each thrust as she tried to hold onto the container for dear life.

As she accepted her ordeal her head rolled back, small whines escaping her lips as he violated the body she thought would never fail her.

 

[Zanten]

The demon's own pearly whites flashed in a wicked grin as he reamed her tight little ass, the dribbling leftovers from her cunt seeping down between her buttocks to ooze all over his shaft as he stuffed himself inside her. Even the messy smear of cum and juices along his cock could only lubricate his passage so much, and each time his hips pulled back, her tightly clamped asshole seemed to pull outwards just a little, only to contract as he stuffed himself right back in. He was certainly getting deeper each time, violating her innards as his hands clamped tightly on her bent knees for leverage. Whereas before his intention had been to force her body to betray itself with pleasure, this time pure humiliation seemed his goal, as his hips thrust back and forth with relentless, machine-like precision, each push driving another inch or so of his length into her desperately clamped asshole. Soon his hands left her knees, letting her legs flop open in whatever was she could manage, her hips slumping forward and only serving to stuff his length even deeper into her. Each hard thrust was now forcing her lower body to bounce, up and down, and without the constant flow of lubrication her cunt had provided, the loudest sound to come from their rutting was the smack of flesh against flesh, and her whines and whimpers.

She was forced to take the pounding for nearly five full minutes, at a pace that would have had the demon sweating if he were the sort to perspire; the bottom of her skirt now hung over the edge of the box, the fabric sticky with her juices as it caught whatever dripped from her bruised, used little pussy. Towards the end of her ordeal, his thrusts began to quicken again, signaling a release that she might either have been dreading, or begging for; now that he was in view, she could even see the way the pressure built inside him, his dense musculature flexing and tightening as his head tilted back. "Mmmmnnnhhh ghhhhh here it... comes.... NNNGH!"

The first few hot pumps of cum filled her squirming, clenching insides, though with the tight clamp of her asshole around his pumping shaft, scarcely a drop squeezed out of her ruined hole; that changed, however, as midway through his release he pulled his spurting cock from her, a motion that was accompanied by a gush of hot seed as her violated anus closed too slowly to halt the flow. His fat cock then rested between her thighs, flat on her belly, where it continued to empty its load; the first couple of splashes catching Maya along the undersides of her large breasts, another slipping between them to catch her square in the face. The final, dribbling load oozed all over her belly, leaving the tattered remnants of her costume top an absolute sticky mess... much like the heroine herself. Only then did he finally pull away entirely, leaving her to slump bonelessly back on the crate, her legs left dangling over the side as the previously deafening sounds of their rutting were replaced with her gasped, rejuvenating breaths, and his pleased little murrs.

Whenever she had the strength to look up between her heaving, sticky breasts towards him

"If ever you need another example set," he murmured, lips curled in dark delight, "Then flaunt your charms around here some other time... I'm sure you'll get my attention, sooner or later."

He didn't allow her some reply, be it a threat or some smarmy attempt at a quip; with a rustle of shadow and cold breath of the ether, he was simply gone, leaving the ruined heroine very much alone. Of course, though it might have seemed like she was somehow off the hook, this encounter would bear some very dire consequences. He had a full measure of her combat strength, and would not be shy in sharing such details with his brethren; ultimately, plenty of demons would know exactly how much of a threat she posed to them, if any at all. The weakest would no doubt continue to try and flee from her, and she could probably still score kills if she searched hard enough... but the uncertainty and caution that had kept a number of other demons at bay would no longer be there to restrain them. Especially because her combat strength wasn't the only information he intended to share about her...

Her body, for all its bruises and scrapes, had taken a hard pounding that would likely have killed a mortal woman; demons typically avoided sexual contact with mortals for fear such deaths would draw too much attention. The only ones with the finesse to pull it off were Incubi and Succubi, whose potent pheromones would actually strengthen the prey's body enough to help them survive the encounter. This, and a lack of trust that prevented most demons from getting too close to each other, meant that plenty amongst their ranks were rather sexually pent up. A busty, beautiful heroine like Maya, one capable of physically enduring their lusts... she'd draw them in like moths to a flame.

 

[Dreamless Reality]

Maya hadn't the strength to fight against him anymore so she gave in, letting the horned demon ravage her asshole to his content. The deeper he shoved his cock, the more she could feel him hitting the back of her vagina, pushing more of the seed he had implanted in her out of her messy cunt. It only grew worse when he let her legs fall into the open air, causing her to impale herself on his fat cock even more. At least this time she was able to witness him tear into her like a piece of meat. She found herself concentrating on the way his biceps and pecks rippled with every thrust. Although the mess of black hair obscured his god-like structured face slightly, she could easily see the terrible smile he wore. He was fully aware at how he was breaking her, and he was relishing in it. Thriving on it.

When she felt his thrusts become more feverish and deliberate, her toes curled inside her shoes. Her stomach flipped over and over at the feeling of him churning himself inside her until he met his release. The hot liquid flooded her cavern immediately, it almost felt comforting knowing that he was finished. As he pulled out her legs and ass dropped down onto the wooden crate. Her thoroughly abused hole still twitching and gaping as his pearly white seed leaked out of her, surely ruining everything it touched.

His cock felt like a paper weight on top of her stomach and unfortunately for her she made the mistake of believing his cum wouldn't shoot that far when she looked down to witness the mess. With one thick rope hitting her left cheek she turned away and closed her eyes, feeling him release the rest of his load on her breasts and navel. The smell was pungent but she didn't dare move yet to try and wipe it all off of her. Not until he had made his last remark and she sure he was gone from this area. The young woman avoided his gaze, her bottom lip trembling and caught between her teeth. She felt degraded, ashamed, and most of all defeated. How dare he even suggest the idea that she wanted this! They both new how her body had betrayed her so, though and that was the worst part. The scene of him railing into her aching pussy again and again played on repeat all the while she basically begged to be used as his cum dump.

She laid there for quite awhile, recovering in her own time with the small peace of mind that the demon was gone and she was in fact still breathing. When she finally did manage to get up, most of his cum had already slid off her body but her clothes were still ruined and both holes he had violated still felt, well- violated. She wasn't able to stand very long before collapsing onto her knees on the concrete. Apparently she had passed out there, at least for an hour or so because when she awoke, the sunrise was peaking through the broken window.

Groggily, and definitely less sore Maya looked down at herself. Although still covered in Mathias' filthy seed, her tattered clothes had returned to her normal street clothes (although considerably more tattered and riddled with drying cum) and her body had returned back to normal No longer the 5''6 busty heroine. Human Maya was a more average looking female with a less fat rack and natural dirty blonde hair. the wounds she had sustained a few hours ago had subsided but one feeling remained. She could recall the feeling of his massive shaft stretching her body so clearly that she could still feel him inside her.

It was with a very beaten and broken ego that she tied the remains of her shirt back together and began to search for a way home. On her way out through the same window she had been thrown into she nearly tripped on a small object. It was her crystal baton. She had never looked at something with such contempt before.

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Fast forward to a week later, Maya is sitting in class. Raping her pen against her desk idly while her green eyes floated around the room. She hadn't gone back to the warehouse, she hadn't gone out at night at all in fact since that horrible defeat. She told nobody about what happened, and she forced herself to get over it. She wanted to say it didn't change anything, she was still a hero, still her normal self and yet occasionally she found herself spending way too much time looking at a boys crotch, or a girls ass. Even simply watching a wrestling match go on she found a strange tingling sensation going on inside her panties that she tried her hardest to suppress. It was so hard to make herself stop thinking about that night though, the demons rippling muscles. The dark horns that protruded from his face. The look in his devilish eyes as he ran her through with his cock over, and over again. She decided if she had any hope of defeating him, she would need to grow stronger! That's why that very night she would venture out again like the silly, young girl she was. She didn't know where she would go yet, but it certainly would be on the opposite side of town of the abandoned warehouse district.

 

[Zanten]

In the week since, her 'legend' had certainly spread amongst the demon community, as she was widely considered a whore ripe for the taking in little time at all. Some efforts were made to find her, but there was an obstacle; while the demons could sense her transformed state from a fair distance away, her normal human self blended in perfectly with the rest of the mortals, making it almost impossible to find her until she transformed. Of course, that would prove to be cold comfort indeed, for when Maya once more set out in search of a demon to slay, she'd find herself heading straight for the territory of another powerful entity... the Succubus, Marella.

Marella's feeding ground was, appropriately enough, one of the city's redlight districts, a region with old, ill-kept buildings and a population that occupied the decided lower end of the income bracket. One might have thought that she fucked the men who came through looking to pay for some tail in order to get her nourishment, but she had long since found a far more efficient source; the prostitutes themselves. Though they didn't know it, these women regularly became recepticles of all the sexual energy their clients pumped into them, like bees drawing nectar from a field of flowers. Rather than try to tend to that same field, Marella had began taking the honey straight from the hive. Whenever these women of the night would near the end of their shifts, shortly before they returned home or were collected by their pimps, Marella would be there to lure them into some small, quiet corner. There, hidden by shadows and demonic magic, she would bring to them pleasures they had never before dreamed of... all awhile quietly siphoning the sexual energy they had collected. By the time she finished with them, they'd be left stumbling back to their usual spots, with foggy but fond memories of an encounter with some faceless, curvy seductress...

And, to those who were blessed with the right to see her, she most certainly looked the part. Every inch of her seemed designed for sex, from the stiff, responsive nipples that tipped her full breasts, to the large, ever-swollen clit that was stimulated every time she so much as took a step... even the scant clothing she wore, though leather-like in appearance, was an illusion of her own making. Sexual pleasure was this creature's very existence, and there was no such thing as sated for her.

The night was still young, and as the demon travelled the sidewalks and streetcorners, invisible to mortal eyes, she was craving a good, full meal... even the most skilled and active of the prostitutes were a moderate bite at best, though it was certainly a far cry better than fucking the men. Although most Succubi were relatively low on the scale in terms of power, Marella's new feeding ground had allowed her to amass far more energy than any of her sisteren. For most demons, this excess energy would have led to an increase in strength, speed or other forms of combat power; but for Marella, all that extra juice did was add to her aura.

Her aura was a perpetual fog of sensuality that seemed to cling to her like a second skin; an average succubus' could stimulate a mortal's libido and physical arousal levels, though the effect on their judgement or free will would be minimal. For one of Marella's strength, however, the potency was increased a hundredfold; one wayward glance, a flick of her tongue, the faintest invitation carried with it a bombshell of lust. Whereas most sexual demons could only sway an unfaithful man, or one already seeking a fuck, this particular temptress could turn even the most devoted spouse into an eager, mindless whore.

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[Dreamless Reality]

Maya stood in front of the full-body mirror in her room, taking in her normal appearance before looking down at the small baton in her hand. The lilac crystal emitted a soft glow, the energy inside of it just just waiting to be released. She thought back to the last night she used this magic and felt the need to throw the tiny stick against the wall. She knew deep in her heart that nothing good would come out of giving up though. The past few nights she searched and searched every online occult book to find out anything she possibly could on demons. The most she could find out was that certain demons were tied to there names in a way that could be used against them, but that was the extent of useful information. She spent a lot of time meditating before deciding to go out again but once she made the decision to do it she forced herself to follow through, no matter what happened. She thought back to the Ram-demon's words about keeping a balance and all that mumbo-jumbo and her mind was set.

"Natural balance, my ass." She cursed before turning towards the open balcony connected to her room. As she started walking towards the night air she gripped her baton tightly and beckoned the energy in the stone forward. Streams of colorful, dazzling lights surrounded and lifted her up. The energy was warm and inviting, she could feel true strength rush through her veins the moment the light swallowed her up. The transformation was painless and over in the blink of a eye. Long pink hair held up in a tight ponytail cascaded down her lithe back all the way down to her ripe buttocks covered only with a short white skirt. for some reason, no matter how hard she tried with was always the uniform she was stuck with. It accentuated her curves to a beautiful point, especially her bust, but after her embarrassing defeat she wasn't as fond of the clothing anymore.

Regardless of how she felt in her clothes she started to try and focus on the energy around her. Previously she had only been limited to sensing auras within a block or two of herself but she found if she concentrated really hard she could sometimes get hits of stronger energies in certain directions. There was usually not much activity directly around her seeing as suburbia wasn't exactly a hot spot for evil dooers. There was one place in her head that she knew for a fact she would find low levels of life, and that was all she could possibly handle right now.

Once pin pointing the faintest signal of demonic activity she was off, making bounds and leaps across the small houses of her area of town. Once she made it just over a high way the quality of the houses and buildings drastically started to decline. This was a part of the city where she had visited but never stayed too long. The types of people here were rarely the reliably good type. With more caution than last time, she found herself walking down a dark alleyway, searching for what felt like your regular-everyday demon.

 

[Zanten]

Maya's instincts proved accurate, as the alleyway she entered was indeed occupied by the demon; she was in the midst of 'feeding' even now, having shoved a prostitute up against the filthy alley wall. The human's bottoms were around her ankles, her thighs spread as she squeaked and gasped, hips rocking back eagerly against a pair of skilled fingers that filled her cunt and teasingly circled her clit; the demon always cautioned her playthings to keep quiet, preferring to avoid unwanted interruptions. Still, she sensed the approach of a magical presence a few minutes before Maya arrived on the scene, and her first thought was to beat a hasty retreat, find one of the sanctuaries where would-be heroes wouldn't be capable of sensing her power... but such thoughts fled when the hero in question slipped into the alleyway. It was too dark for Maya to see the demon or her little victim, but with her busty frame backlit by the streetlights and occasional passing car, Marella had a nice, clear view of the approaching woman... and the faint glimpse of her unusually colored hair made it quite clear who she was. The big-breasted whore that had handled the brutish onslaught of Mathias so well...

Oh, now this was a fascinating little twist. Marella's fingers slowed in their frantic little frenzy, and the woman so neatly wrapped around them whined softly, her hips pushing back in wordless need as she clearly sought more.

"Another night, sweet thing," she cooed in the woman's ear, and when the mortal gave another soft, tortured whimper, the demon murmured a soft, teasing 'awwww,' her flawless pearly whites nipping and marking at the prostitute's shoulder. "There, there, I promise that on our next meet, I shall more than make up for the interruption... now, you should get back to where you were before someone starts to miss you. Off you go."

So it was that Maya would spot the prostitute before anything else, wandering down the alley from the opposite direction; the woman looked to be a bit of a wreck, her thick mascara stained with tears, drying drool still oozing down the corner of her mouth, and her clothing clearly tugged on in a haphazard manner. She only seemed to notice the heroine when they came within a few feet of each other, and when her pale blue eyes finally glanced the teen's way, she gave a moanless little moan and started to approach, arms out for an embrace... but then she snapped out of it, the look she gave Maya seeming a little confused before she finally passed the heroine and continued on down the alley.

What wasn't so easy to spot was the faint shadow that followed just in the woman's wake, but before Maya's senses could warn her that she wasn't along, the soft, yielding press of busty flesh slid against her back, accompanied by a pair of slender arms that snaked around her waist. The chill night air was almost immediately replaced by the stifling body heat that radiated from the demon, and the air thickened as her sensual aura filled it.

"My my, a lost little hero, wandering straight into my web..." Her breath was sweet and seemed to smell faintly of caramel, the warmth of it blowing into Maya's ear as one of her hands lifted. Long, sharp nails began to slowly trace a path down the heroine's busty chest, teasing the skin along her cleavage as she cooed; "I've heard wondrous things about you, little hero... rumor has it that you've this open, free woman buried just beneath the surface of your adolescent naivete, yearning to be freed. That big brute who spoke of you was able to drag it, kicking and screaming, from between your lips, but I think you'll find that there are far more enjoyable ways of... blossoming into your full potential."

Her hands had shifted to Maya's nearly impossible costume top now, slender but strong fingers slowly kneading the heroine's heavy breasts as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the girl's earlobe, suckling with a delighted little moan. Her grip lacked the sheer physical might of Mathias, and in theory the teen could have pulled herself from the grasp with little difficulty. But with the demon's libido-tormenting charms pushing hard on the girl's mental resistance- no time finding quite the toehold in the guilty, erotic memories of her recent rape- the most important question was whether the heroine would even want to escape.

 

[Dreamless Reality]

At first look, Maya thought it was just a typical gross alleyway hook up that she was hearing. This was what people called the 'red light' district after all. What stopped the lavender haired beauty from moving on was the overpowering sense that there was a demon somewhere close and if that was true someone could be in danger. The closer she got though... the more terrified she secretly became. Although after her first fight with Mathias hadn't left any lasting physical scars, the feeling of a demon close made her skin crawl and her palms sweat. Doubt plagued her mind, and she began thinking how stupid of her it was to come out again.

Those pathetic feelings slowly slipped away as a figure came within view. A disheveled looking woman sauntered lazily toward her, but Maya felt nothing but disappointment dripping from the woman's aura. She was definitely mortal, but there was something wrong with her. The moment the woman began getting too close for comfort Maya stepped away and opened her mouth to protest, but it was just before she could say something that the woman seemed to realize what she was doing and corrected her path so that they wouldn't run into each other. Her first thought was that the prostitute was drunk or on some sort of drugs, poor thing. Unfortunately mortal afflictions were not something Maya could cure or help. It was only demons that her wand would affect, and not in the way a demon would like. She clutched it firmly in her gloved right hand, but it would be of no use in detecting when the she-demon snuck up on her.

Before the magical girl had even the slightest chance of looking back into the dark of the alley, she felt the warmth of a body she hadn't seen coming pressed up against her. All of the reflexes in her body told her to tense up, move away, brace for a fight but something strange happened instead. Instead of the goosebumps raising on her arms and the hair on the back of her neck standing up, every cell in her body felt the need to melt into the other person's warmth. The smell that surrounded her reminded her of a warm Christmas evening by the fire. Complete with caramel treats and cinnamon candles. She told herself moving away too fast would show weakness - and she was not weak. She would be strong, not like last time.

She wasn't expecting a sultry women's voice whispering into her ear and for a moment she thought this couldn't be a demon. That thought was toxic, and the second she figured out what kind of demon this was the aura, smell, and thoughts made sense. As much as she wanted to, Maya stayed put as the seductress toyed with her barely covered chest. If anything, it was the demons words that made her freeze rather than her soft touches.

"I..." Her heart skipped at the mention of her previous experience in this body against someone who she would never name. Her breaths turned shallow as she tried to conceal the shock she felt inside her core. Hearing someone else talk about the experience made it real, and Maya had to face that before she faced whatever would try and torment her next. Closing her eyes she did her very best to push whatever images flooded her mind. Why was she seeing this again?

"Get out of my head, demon." She growled stubbornly before mustering the strength to pull herself away from the creatures grasp. The cold night air seemed to flood her system, and her body immediately showed signs of withdrawal from the warmth the she-demon gave off in the form of goose bumps.

She pulled her wand out in front of her vertically this time, in more a defensive fashion than offensive. As if her body still reeled from her last experience her legs grew tighter together, and she managed to take a couple steps back to absorb the full appearance of her enemy.