Fighting nature

>grew up with a hellhound named Mariel
>odd name, you say? Well that's just where the oddness begins, really.
>She was left at the doorstep of an orphanage when she was just a baby/pup
>about a year later she met her adoptive parents, two devout followers of the Order
>they named her, raised and turned her into a follower of the Order as well
>The only thing weirder would be a succubus becoming a devout follower of the Order
>You remember her telling you they considered referring to her species as "Heckhounds" but thankfully changed their minds
>either way, Mariel's more like a little sister to me than anything else
>We'd often play together, go on adventure in the nearby parks and what not
>But as we both hit puberty she started treating me differently and I distanced myself from her
>So you can imagine I was surprised when a few years later...
<"Anon? It is!"
>I turned around in surprise at the familiar voice
<"Oh my god, how have you been!"
>The voice, the look in her eyes. It's her alright
>"Wait, Mariel?"
<"Yeah! I didn't know you're studying here as well!"
>Just the fact that you didn't have to worry about being pushed down and pro-actively dated on the spot by Mariel already set her apart from the rest of her kin
>But then there was her sense of fashion
>always wearing modest clothing. Long skirts, loose sweaters. Often kept her hair in a ponytail
>Due to the nature of hellhound hair, it's difficult to just let it down "without looking like a delinquent" as she puts it
>you wonder if those are her words or her parents'
>While talking you find out she started studying in the same year as you
<"It was really great to talk with you after so long! How about we catch up?  Wanna go for a drink at the Old Oni?"
>If it were any other monster you would pretty much outright refuse to go without any buddies to watch your back or if you were ready to make use of your pelvis-insurance
>But this was Mariel
>the fact that she's a hellhound is sure to keep others away from you
>And if there's one thing you're certain of, Mariel won't force herself on you
>Prior to your meetup/"date" you exchanged numbers
>For some reason you feel a slight relief when you find out that she doesn't have a boyfriend
>Perhaps that should make you feel more worry than relief
>Sweet as she is, you're a bit worried about how her parents have been raising her
>Picture of innocence, besides the flaming hellish appearance of her species. The girl knits clothes, for heaven's sake.
>few days later you meet her at the Old Oni
>you're somewhat surprised by her attire
>A blouse much more form-fitting than her usual sweaters, combined with a skirt that comes to her knees
>Her heels remind you of another fact that makes that you miss about her; both her hands are feet are much more human than that of your average hellhound
>Mariel has taken passion fruits several years ago. It hasn't affected the strength in either her hands or feet, but you've always wondered why she took them
>You don't let her read that from your expression however and happily return her greeting
>The two of you catch up on things you hadn't talked to one another about on whatsapp or continue on such previous subjects. School, work, her oddly innocent hobbies
<"Say anon..." Mariel begins as she plays a bit with her overly sweet drink
<"You got anyone you're interested in?"
>"Don't you mean to ask whether or not I have a girlfriend?"
<"Heheh. I'm afraid I know you haven't got a girlfriend.. not one you're serious with anyway."
>Mariel's playful expression changes to a panicking one before she adds
<"Not that I'm stalking or anything! It's just. Uh, we mamono can tell! You're not "marked", by a mamono or human"
>Insisting on teasing your little sister, you raise your eyebrows in mock shock
>laughing, you tell her that no, currently no-one. Too busy with college and all
<"Yeah, it does take up much time. What if you got someone who didn't demand much of your time though?"
>"Well I guess that could work."
>"Why, you know someone, lil' sis?"
>You might as well have slapped her in the face for the reaction she gave
>Mariel has always beeen good at controlling her emotions and hiding it when she was upset, but knowing her as you did, you could tell she was far from happy to hear you call her that, most of all in such a question
>Her eyes drifted down to her drink, as she held it with both her hands
>That was more pain than you wanted to inflict on Mary, best not make it any worse for her
>"Hey it was nice talking with you, Mary. Though it's getting late and there's more school tomorrow, so I think we'd best call it a night"
<"Hmm.Yes, you're right." she says, looking at her drink
>And so, your date comes to an end
>You wonder if you should've just said nothing at all or if you did the right thing
>Maybe you could've gotten the message across without hurting her like that?
>A few weeks pass
>The usual talkative hellhound has been very neutral in her replies when chatting
>when passing her in the hallways she would curtly acknowledge you without a smile
>One day she messages you, asking if the two of you can talk
>A talk should be fine, so you decide to meet with her
>the two of you meet up at the same bar, although Mariel has clearly chosen to sit at another table than the one you've sat before
>she's already halfway through a strong beer when you arrive
>She must not have been sleeping well because she looks quite tired
>"Hey Mariel, what's up?" you say as you sit down
<"Hey Anon..."
>"You wanted to talk about something?"
<"Yeah, I do." she pauses, before she intently looks you in the eye
<"I like you. I've liked you for a long time. I know that you don't dislike me, seeing as how you look at me sometimes. I-"
>"Mariel-"
<"Wait. I've followed my parents' advice. First I waited for you to take initiative, but you never did. So they said that it was fine if I asked you out. But even when I ask you out on a date, even when I dressed up as I did, you seem to insist that you're not interested in me, despite how you eye me. Why do you need to push me away?"
>it's difficult to formulate your reply under her earnest questioning, her confession
>"Look, I know you like me, Mariel. I like you too but just not in such a way, alright? I care about you but I just don't want that kind of relationship with you"
<"What- Why do you say that? Honestly? I could not count the amount of times you looked at my bust last time we were here. You call that brotherly? What's the problem? Am I not human enough for you? You like my breasts and that's it? What must I do before you stop this?"
>"I don't know what you're talking about Mariel and-"
<"Rubbish! What is it you want from me?"
>"I- like I said, I just don't want that kind of relationship with you, alright?"
>She glares at you, before the look of anger changes to one of defeat
>You're about to take your leave when Mariel says something
>as you look to her she's not so much talking to you as to herself
>"...I tried, I tried... what am I to do..." she seems to whisper to herself
>Feeling more uncomfortable than you've ever felt around her, you quickly leave the bar to go home
>Thoughts of Mariel keep spinning around your head
>About what she said
>Are you pretending these complicated feelings don't exist?
>Are you making things more difficult than they need to be?
>Maybe a good night's rest will help you think things over
>Maybe Mariel will have cooled down by tomorrow
>Back at home, you eventually fall asleep after a quick shower
>Your sleep feels rather restless after the events that transpired this night
<"Time to wake up, Anon."
>Mariel?
>Wait, what the fuck? Aren't you in your room?
>Your eyes widen and your arms move only to find them bound
>Two red embers stare into your panicked eyes
>"Mariel?! What the hell! What are you doing!?"
<"Setting things right."
>you find that your legs are also tightly bound as well
>"Get out-"
<"I've tried to fight it for so long, you know? And it got me nowhere."
>You feel her wet sex grinding against your half-dressed crotch
<"Mom and dad kept telling me... "Mariel, a girl must be modest... a girl must control herself... " what ever for? What has all my modesty brought me? It only drove you off. Now that I'm finally doing what I want, and we've never been closer before."
>You draw a breath to cry for help, but before you can yell she has placed her hands on your cheeks, squeezing just enough to force your lips into a pout before she kisses you
>your body stiffens at the alien sensation
>her soft lips pressed tightly to yours, her warmth seeping through you
>There's nothing you can do to stop Mariel, and a small but insistent part of you asks you why you would try
>the both of you forget your need to breathe until she breaks the kiss
>you gasp for breath
>No, this isn't right. You must get loose! What else had you been evading her all these years for? You must escape-
>If only your body obeyed
>Your member has stiffened to inhuman limits, a fact that hasn't escaped her notice
<"You won't be honest, not yet... but at least your body is."
>her soft digits feel fantastic against your member as she fishes it out of your underwear
>Mariel raises up on her knees as she aligns you with her hot depths
>Just the heat radiating from it is almost enough to push you over the edge
>"Mariel! No, please. We can't-"
>your breath catches
>it takes your mind a moment to register what just happened
>Mariel has taken all of you inside her wet sex, all of your inches
>She sighs and says something as she strokes your cheek
<"Ahh.. There. Where you belong." she says with a smile on her face
>it's the same kind expression you've seen her make so often, yet mixed with a primal desire you've never seen in her
<"Why did I try to fight this?" she whispers to herself as she rocks her hips back and forth
>you quickly feel yourself approaching your limit
>Mariel, I-... I'm...
>You can't even finish before your vision is filled with white stars
>After what feels like an eternity your orgasm tapers off
>You feel like you've just run a marathon as your neck, cheek and lips are showered with kisses
>Mariel holds you close, a hand combing through your hair, her soft body tightly pressed against yours
>you can't help but kiss her back every time her lips meet yours
>the combined exhaustion and the comfortable heat of Mariel's body ensures you soon drift off again
>It feels like there's nothing in this world at this moment besides you and Mariel
>You're certain this won't be the last time you feel that way.