Depravity C 2 (pt 1)

The scene takes place within the dwelling of a humble, moderately sized home within Order territory. It is here where our story had left off, with a powerful, high-rank demoness staring down an armed and frightened human boy. The demon, while as concerned for the youth as much as her heart held lust for him, was last known to be debating on how best to make her approach; the boy on the other hand, having a shaken will rattled by confusion, humiliation, and despair, could only keep his weapon raised in a final act of self-defense against the intruder in his home.


Depravity
C 2 • Patience And Hesitance


"...So here we are."

The demon finally broke the prolonging silence, and Evan was drawn back into the moment. Even as scared as he was of her, his focus had been partly distracted by the inhuman beauty and... luxurious assets she possessed. In all honesty, he couldn't help it. No matter how dire or grim his situation became, he just could not reject the effects her appearance had on him; there was nothing about her at which he could direct his attention to without being pulled in by lust or admiration, her human features and demonic traits each mesmerizing in their own, unique way.

"Even as I have yet to lay a single hand upon you," the monster woman reminded him, lax in her stance as red eyes scanned him, "it seems you are still quite insistent about raising a weapon against me. Hmm... Will you attack? I wonder about that... as I do about what else should transpire between us."

She offered him more than enough time to make a response, but Evan said nothing. He had no idea how to reply, apart from keeping his wakizashi replica in hand and hope for the best. His adversary eyed the model with a stare he couldn't quite interpret; she didn't seem afraid or intimidated by any means, but so far it looked as though she was going to keep her distance.

Only after realizing that he was likely going to leave her question unanswered did she let out a disappointed sigh, then redirect her gaze to meet his own. To Evan, those crimson irises surrounded by pitch black sclera were both the most intimidating, and strangely enticing feature she possessed. They were such a foreign, exotic thing to behold, which drew him in with an unexplainable allure that was beyond even her perfect breasts and tight, round ass… and then there were those thick, child-bearing thighs of hers...

"Aren't you wondering the same thing, Evan? What else is to occur?" The demon spoke up once more, her stare still unreadable. She then took a small step towards him, snapping the young man out of his newest trance.

"Or rather... could it be you are afraid to find out?"

He became visibly skittish, eyes widening and staring back at her with extra intensity as Desira began to close the gap. She made to move at a slow, unimposing pace so as to not startle the boy and further excite him; she knew there was no helping it as he tried to keep himself distant from her, retreating two steps for every one she made. Of course, it was only a meter or so before his back was pressing into the wall at the end of the room, his escape cut short.

With him now completely cornered, Desira reduced her approach further but did not completely stop... not until the very tip of the weapon's blade was hovering just above her ample cleavage, a hair's width in distance from the center of her barely concealed chest. Here, she watched as the tiny beads of sweat on the boy's face developed, one growing large enough to trail down from his temple. Her sensitive hearing caught the quickening of his ragged breath, and she could sense the pounding of his heart as it beat ever faster. His state of panic had reached new heights, she noted.

It was amusing, really, to see such a frail and harmless youth of a human being hope that his “weapon” would be enough to ward her off. The demon was by no means an experienced weapons smith, but even she could tell that the object in the boy’s hands was little more than a decorative ornament, a false representation of what made a real sword; Desira was no stranger to war, let alone the threat of a true swordsman’s blade, and unlike the ones she’d faced on the battlefield Evan’s hardly compared.

Even the cold, sharpened edge pressed upon the bareness of her chest felt dull in retrospect.

As of this moment, there were many ways she could go about things; in the end, the fake weapon was barely worth any amount of consideration, its owner’s fate being already sealed — it had been for some time now. As much as she wished to simply throw herself upon him and forcibly teach Evan the wonders of pleasure and the love she had all for his enjoyment, he was still in too much of a frantic state to accept anything from her at this precise moment.

Humans were such frail creatures, and the demon’s brief round of fun seemed to have left the scared boy physically and mentally exhausted. Before any official (physical) interaction could begin, she would first need to relieve her future lover of all that tension he had; he was perspiring at a rate comparable to a glacies who had been caught in the embrace of an ignis, the poor thing.

Desira needed a way to quell (or at least lessen) the amount of trauma he was experiencing, herself noting that a bit of assurance and encouragement would help as well. She herself was what his fears revolved around, so the demon aught to work with that fact. Indeed, upon self-reflection, she was certainly among the mamono who boasted utmost allure… but what made her intimidating? What exactly was it about herself that a human would find terrifying, that she could change to better… “set the mood”?

As she mulled over the possibilities in her head, the demon cast a thoughtful smirk downward at Evan.

Whatever it was that she was waiting for, all this suspension was simply killing him. The very edge of his wakizashi model was literally held at her collar bone and it was as if she failed to even notice its existence… which was impossible considering the amount of times his shaky hold in the hilt had the blade’s edge accidentally poke against her blue, flawless skin. Her crimson-eyed stare was so sharp it might have put a real sword to shame, yet it was the grin that truly wracked his nerves.

His captor was eyeing him like prized candy, a tiny morsel that she would take her precious time to slowly but surely savor. Why didn’t she just get on with it and end this standoff? In the back of his mind, he acknowledged that she had only been toying with him, playing around without any form of sincerity; he couldn’t deny that, this whole time, even before entering his home while under the guise of his mother he’d had no true chance of escape.

She had come with an army, which might have meant she was at least a trained warrior, while in comparison his only fighting experience was in the form of two or three past scuffles he had managed to get himself into in life.

Even now, she was ignoring the very weapon in his hands, that alone displaying a tone of confidence that proved how powerless Evan actually was in her presence. His body was so stiff that he could do little more than shiver in his despair, but even if he could move he doubted he could conjure up the will to cut into her… wether it be out of fear of the consequences, or simply the shameful fact he had, admittedly, become smitten with her inhuman beauty. Sure, his life was likely in very real danger, but she hadn’t done anything remotely harmful to him… yet.

Her points concerning the Church seemed believable at least and helped make her argument somewhat trustworthy, especially when he took into account that one incident a few years back...

“So distraught~,” Desira whispered, catching his full attention once more. “Perhaps you would find comfort in the presence of a less… imposing physique?”

She then began to raise her left arm, instantly taking note of the look of horror on Evan’s features as he visibly flinched, worried eyes tracking her movements. Her gaze never left his face, displaying her best reassuring smile until she had her hand level with her chest, beside the false sword and palm facing herself. Fear intertwined with curiosity enveloped his demeanor, according to the look he was giving the raised hand… but then the shifts and changes began.

A minor sound coming from a sharp intake of breath was heard from Evan as Desira cast her wordless, dual incantations, the demon relieved he was content to simply hold his breath and watch rather than physically react. The first incantation she cast was a very minor concealment spell, but used in a rather impractical way; meant to specifically shroud the user from sight when used to full effect, the demon chose to direct it upon the distinct edges and tips of her pointed claws and horns, granting the extended digits a less defined, moderately dull and harmless appearance.

Her second spell was a more basic one in that it was one of self-disarming, specifically of equipment and apparel. Desira’s attire could hardly be called imposing in comparison to the many other races’ from among her ranks, but it still had a touch of intimidation to its design; while it was plenty “showy” and left little to the imagination, she was not a simple succubus who’s only method of fighting involved temptation.

As a true demon should, she had a wardrobe that both exposed her best assets as well as bore a design that reflected her vicious power, and it was the latter trait which (mostly) prompted the high ranking mamono to discard it.

The changes were slow and elaborate, enough to give Evan the beginnings of quite a strip-tease which had an immediate effect on the young man. He jerked his hands back in retreat on reflex, taking his blade with them before he realized what he was doing and tried to force it back in position... but he was stopped. The demon had leaned forward just as soon as he had withdrawn, abruptly halving the distance between them.

While her magic slowly dissolved her wardrobe bit by bit and began to reveal sections of both undergarments and much more blue skin, Desira stared past the sword now in her face and studied her future lover’s countenance; she smirked as he visibly struggled to keep his eyes from exploring her body’s sluggish reveal, yet fail miserably as his gaze eventually darted back to her form time and time again. She thought his innocence adorable to the point of heartache, to see the boy so evidently embarrassed and conflicted from just this.

As the final strands of reinforced fabric containing her breasts faded away, the demon displayed a thoroughly satisfied grin as she felt them drop free while taking in Evan’s reaction.

“Oops.”

If the young man wasn’t embarrassed before, he was now. His heart felt as though it became lodged in his throat and he involuntarily jerked his head a bit to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him further as they stole a glance at those naked mammaries before his attention became completely enthralled. Never had he seen real ones in person before, let alone ones as flawless and voluptuous as this pair. Hers may have been an abnormal color, but that was not to say that made them any less arousing.

Evan could feel the heat envelope his face, courtesy of a particularly severe blush as he watched the demon’s mounds of blue flesh bob oh-so slightly in tandem with her every breath; with his virgin’s experience in full display of his captor, who seemed to be drinking up every minuscule detail, he couldn’t help but feel utterly ashamed of himself.

Fear resurfaced when a newly disrobed arm reached out and placed a slender hand upon the wall beside his head, making him flinch with a terrified squeak escaping his lips before he could stop it.

“See, isn’t this better?” The monster woman teased as her wardrobe continued to vanish, revealing more and more skin further down her body.

“Is this,” she continued as she took a fistful of breast in her free hand and started kneading the blue flesh, delicate fingers working the dark spot of her perked nipple’s areola as Evan watched, enthralled, “really so intimidating? I know that a certain part of you thinks not~...”

Evan closed his legs, locking knees together on reflex so as to hide his obvious erection. He then began to shudder frightfully as the sound of her sharp fingernails were drawn softly across the wall, her hand making its way towards the side of his head. In a panic, he shifted his blade to meet her incoming arm, the flat end holding the encroaching appendage at bay... from which, surprisingly, no persistence was found behind it.

The demon had stopped herself upon contact.

“Will you cut me, Evan?” She inquired in an unreadable tone, causing him to look at her and see an expression of sympathy.

“Do you still think I am truly so terrifying?”

As much as she didn’t want to, Desira proceeded with her next tactic of persuasion, it being an extension of her first. The hand groping her tits stopped with her words, proceeding instead to make another vague gesture in the air. She eyed Evan as he watched her large wings begin to fade, evaporating into nothingness just as her clothes had done a moment before.

The demon had concluded that the pair of bat-like extensions were perhaps a bit too imposing for the smaller human, and despite being quite proud of them as well as harboring a love of showing them off, she was willing to hide them if only for his sake. After all, he could learn to love them later. She would make damn sure of it.

“What of me now?” She gently pressed on, aiming to keep her tone as smooth and inviting as her naked form. “Am I less of a... monster... in your eyes, now that my wings are gone?”

She stared into his frightened gaze when he looked back to her pleading expression, a paired set of black and crimson locked with a contrasting white and brown. A touch of hurt welled inside the demon once more as she could only see raw fear within those eyes. Bland by human standards, yet to her kind they were one of the most unnatural, exotic things to behold of a person.

“What else do you expect of me? To erase my horns? Remove my tail?” Desira wondered aloud, putting her thoughts into words in response to the boy’s lack of verbal response.

“Evan... I’m not human, but I can assure you I am not dangerous either...” she said as she cautiously reached out with her free hand. Perhaps it was desperation, maybe even impatience... but she just wanted to touch him, to prove to him that she wasn’t going to hurt him in any way. “Just let me –”

“I’ll hurt you.”

There was a mild pause, a moment as time stood still for the two while Desira processed the first words he had spoken since she re-entered the room with him. He continued.

“If you don’t... back off,” Evan continued, his voice unexpectedly leveled while his face bore a hardened demeanor; despite the circumstances, he was looking absolutely serious, “I’ll...”

But his captor wasn’t buying it.

“You will what, Evan?” She inquired with a hint of annoyance in her tone, red eyes inheriting an unamused expression. “Will you turn that blade on its edge and cut into my arm? Will you thrust it forward to stab me? Or will you be so daring as to attempt to take off my head? I do wonder.”

The demon understood what he was trying to do, and saw through the perceived bluff for a very simple reason: his actions were showing her his true intentions and how he really felt. By deliberately pressing against her arm with the flat of his blade, it was evident that the boy was wanting to not bring any harm to her; whether his reasoning was out of fear or some other emotion, it was not known... although she did have somewhat of an idea.

Before trying to ward off her arm, he hadn’t tried to retake the distance he had lost when she had suddenly leaned in towards him; even when he had no more room to evade he had refused to retaliate at every opportunity, ultimately choosing to discourage her advances with the mere presence of that feeble mock-weapon. Beyond that, all he had done was run away whenever he found the opportunity.

Not once had he ever tried to actually use the bladed accessory against her, and with the leap in pace of his racing heart in addition to the sudden increase of his ragged breathing, it was quite clear to her that he wasn’t about to. Without a word she lowered her arm — the one he was holding at bay — until her hand laid itself upon his shoulder, causing the boy to flinch but otherwise not react... at least, not violently.

“S... stop...” Evan choked, his voice a near whisper as his countenance began to break, eyes trained ahead but completely devoid of focus.

Her only response was to move her hand down past his shoulder and along his arm, sending an involuntary shiver through Evan’s body when her delicate fingers passed his sleeve and pointed claws started trailing along his skin. Uncertainty welled up inside of him, in spite of the fact she seemed to be withdrawing... until her hand found itself upon his own as it held his wakizashi.

By then it was too late.

A vibrant glow, brief and magical in nature, had flashed from beneath her palm and Evan was suddenly without his weapon; before he could comprehend this, one of his wrists was seized and pinned to the wall above him and the demon had finally closed the gap, a dull sound resonating as the falling sword clattered upon the floor. It wasn’t until she was pushing into him, bodies pressed together, with foreheads touching and with each one’s nose adjacent to the other did he finally come to terms with what was happening.

Evan’s body jerked in a violent flinch while a yelp threatened to escape his throat. His chest heaved as the demon’s soft lips grazed his own and stayed on the absolute edge of initiating a kiss, which forced his mouth to seal itself shut on instinct; her otherworldly eyes stared into his soul, her gaze taking up his entire vision — two rings of hellfire amidst their own personal void of darkness, they bore into his very being with a distinct lack of emotion.

Until the hint of a grin found itself sneaking into her features.

“It looks like...” she said, staring into Evan and causing him to shiver; he felt her hand move from his own to touch his waist as she finished. “I caught you.”

Every hair on Evan’s body stood on end as her delicate fingers slid up, feeling along his ribs through his shirt as if memorizing every detail to his form. It didn’t help that he was quite ticklish at the sides, and he couldn’t prevent himself from writhing a bit from the demoness’s gentle yet thorough attention. She gave his wordless response a light, endearing chuckle in turn, but stayed silent.

The young man was paralyzed in her direct presence. He couldn’t bear to return her stare for long and ultimately shut his eyes, but it was from there that his other senses began to overtake him. Each soft, steady breath to wash over his face was intoxicating, a wave of hot air having an oddly attractive aroma, only for it all to be further amplified by the sound of every near-silent pant or moan she made; her quiet giggles were few and far-between, but each sent a jolt of excitement through him.

Her voice was so terribly sweet and delightful when he wasn’t so damn distracted with thoughts of escape... and, as much as he’d hate to admit, Evan was rapidly waning in his desire to get out of this scenario. He had been fully aware of what he really wanted since the start of his encounter with the demon, that he wanted to accept her, to delve in and experience her invitations... to partake of the forbidden fruit.

But Evan had been scared, too terrified of the potential consequences should he do what he wished... to do the things he only ever wanted to. Even with the teachings of the Order challenged with such undeniable claims, some even proven, the prospect of a deception was far too frightening; yet, now that she had forced him into defeat, had him pinned against a wall and was about to have her way with him without his consent...

His knees began to falter as her breathing further heated his face and her active hand continued to explore, and he would have collapsed had not the demon snuck a knee in between his thighs and unsubtly began to rub into his groin. With an audible gasp, Evan raised himself on his legs in a vain effort to distance himself from the demon’s abruptly erotic prodding, his free hand reflexively gripping her arm for support; his chest inevitably squashed into her voluptuous breasts as he rose, his face kept lowered so as to not accidentally touch lips with his captor.

Evan hadn’t even kissed the monster woman yet and could already taste her, having orally received one of her breaths when he had gasped from her invasive knee. His fading rationality was screaming at him for finding the sensation more than just delicious — it was addicting — but his cravings and personal lust for this inhuman creature was overpowering his will. He couldn’t run away now, his only option to endure her.

There was no way out. He was trapped, and couldn’t do anything in the hellish woman’s wake... so why was he still trying to resist his urges? Surely, if he simply gave in and enjoyed himself, the end result of either enslavement or death would not necessarily be painful, if at all, right? Wasn’t it at least safe to assume that a “bad end”, based on the current events, would probably be more pleasurable than not? Was he insane to even hope for that?

He felt her briefly nuzzle his nose using her own, and she touched her lips against his... but not quite initiating an actual kiss just yet; she growled a throaty moan into the action, a purr of raw desire that was in every way primal as it was sexual. While it was enough to remind Evan that she was a monster to the depths of her being, it also triggered a powerful, instinctual hunger all the same.

“I want you,” the demonic female beguiled him, further luring the boy on with her words as her wandering hand curled behind and started to give attention to his arched spine; even as she spoke she kept her lips grazing his, constantly tempting him to kiss her. “You are so soft, so... frail. Needy. I can give you what you want... everything. Your desires... I can fulfill them. All of them...”

She was panting now, as was he. It seemed that keeping him on the edge of such contact was having just as much an effect on the demon herself... this “Desira”. He knew he shouldn’t associate her with her name, to familiarize himself with her in such a way. To know her as the demon she was would be to see her as a monster, an inhuman creature at best... but to know her by name would be to know her as a person, someone like him, who had feelings and...

“Anything you could ever want,” she went on, not skipping a beat as the allure in her voice only increased, “is all within your reach, through me. Wealth, power, companionship... love...”

She pulled him in deeper into her embrace with the hand at his spine, and Evan’s chin met his chest as his back arched further. The demon... Desira... leaned into him very mildly, their touching noses brushing each other as she took his upper lip and nipped it gently between both her own... before releasing it. She then resumed kiss-whispering to him once again.

“I promise it all to you.” Her arm behind his back reached upwards, a pair of fingers tracing his spine and causing him to shudder until her hand was supporting his nape. The hand still holding Evan’s above his head moved only slightly higher, and when her tail moved in on him he shivered as the serpentine limb snaked up the back of his shirt, curling intimately around his waist as it went.

“In return, I only ask that you allow me to be yours... and you, mine.”

He didn’t want to, but he did. He could feel himself giving in, the remnants of his fragmented willpower being swept away under Desira’s assault. It was all completely unfair. How could he be expected to resist such an arousing onslaught? And from a beauty like her? How he’d managed this long was a mystery unto himself, what with the demon’s attacks being the perfect counter to his weaknesses of raging, virgin hormones and exotic desires... but even beyond that, why did it all have to feel so good?

She could have overpowered him through sheer strength alone and he wouldn’t have stood a chance against her physical superiority, let alone in the presence of her evident magical prowess. He was convinced she was faster than he was, and it was more than likely she could have outsmarted him too... so why did she have to resort to affection and pleasure? Why couldn’t she just force him to do what she wanted, instead of making it all so enticing, so irresistible? Why did he have to like it?

“I will let you have me, Evan...”

Why did it seem she liked him?

“So let me have you.”

Why did he have to like her?

“Let me in~...”

And with that, while trails of tears streamed down his cheeks, Evan kissed back.