Demonic Allure

(Contains Furry, Futa/Male, Anal.)

>Falling snowflakes outside only beckoned Anon to find the place he was supposed to go, and the shelter he was promised.
>The invitation of a close friend had brought him out into the chilly wonderland of the city, lights of all kinds of colors shined out past the glare the snow brought with it.
>Dimly shining out as the twilight between day and night began to blur, casting a fading eclipse over his surroundings.
>Daylight was fading, but it had not yet gone, instead, it dimmed and brought all it had fell on into the solace nighttime brought.
>Signaling the end of the day, and yet, the memory was fresh, still vivid in the minds of those who were awake to feel and experience it.

>Festivities would end, and some of the more mature ones would begin, all a part of both the season, and the changing time of day. >However, there was also a certain kind of freedom to be found in simpler hobbies, ones that weren’t as filled with taboo, and potential danger.
>It was an aperture into simpler, creative times, simply shutting in with friends, and enjoying some video games.
>Not only was it a relief for Anon, it was the only other conceivable option he thought he could enjoy with the girl whose company he had begun to long for.

>A chance meeting that had turned into something more, and yet, he didn’t outright assume they could be an item.
>An air of innocence hung about the typically monstrous girl, what lie beyond her horrifying, fear-inducing visage was that of a naive, kindhearted girl.
>The only type of fun he could think of having her was the childish, wholesome kind he had been invited to share with her.
>Split-screen games, and LAN parties were hard to come by, and they were a relic of a different time.
>It only beckoned and stirred images of the past, ones that were spent with friends in a similar manner.
>Free of worry, and the only real world to be concerned with was the one they had all embarked upon together.
>It was freeing, and Anon hadn’t quite felt that kind of feeling in some time, and truthfully, it was an ache that called for him.
>One last indulgence within the fleeting grasps of times that had long since gone by.

>An apartment building soon came into sight, it was where she was staying.
In walking distance of the nearby Institute of Magical Arts, the Bahamut Institute of Magical Arts to be specific.
>The world had magical elements, but those were just as fleeting as the moments that were once plentiful before.
>He had done simple work in the grand scheme of things, and despite her apparent reluctance, and apprehension towards extending the invitation towards her, he was intimidated.
>He pictured those in her line of work as clinical, cold to a certain degree when it came to certain subjects, of course, he reflected upon it on the way up. Given a key by her to get into the building, and soon, he’d come her apartment.
>Behind door 133 would be her, and the residence that she lived in.

>Those lives of Mages would be challenged, as she knocked on the door, and she answered.
>Opening it, and bringing it back, standing in the doorway with radiance swelling upon her face.
>The slight, rounded curve of her eyes, and the way the ends of her mouth swirled into a warm smile.
>In those ruby-red eyes of hers lacked the evil, dark energies he’d expect in a Demon such as herself, instead, a wistful kindness flowed into them.
>Shining and priceless like the very jewels they bore a likening to.

>“Nice of you to drop by, Anon!” She says, clasping her hands together as she speaks, with the same innocent naivety in her voice. Softly hanging on her words, a light dusting of saccharine dust.

>“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s more of a pleasure that you invited me over, really.” He says, looking over with a trace of a smile across his face.

>A certain kind of longing flashes in her eyes in the split moment. “That’s nice to hear...say, not sure if you’ve ate or not, but I’ve cooked a little something up too.”

>“You did? So, uh, what did you cook up anyways?” Anon asks, lifting a hand, and looking her way with a perked brow.

>“Oh? Well...I cooked up a batch of lasagna, it’s more of a garden variety though, you know, because of, uh, dietary restrictions.” She says, moving a hand up to cradle her chin, almost searching for emotions within Anon’s face.

>Shaking off the feeling of being so scrutinized, overtly looked over, he chuckles. “I don’t mind, as long as it’s good, I suppose.”

>“That’s good to hear, come on in. It’s almost done baking to begin with.” She says, turning her back towards him, and walking away.


>He stands there, indulging within the look of her buxom button, both concealed, and shown in their entirety by the black leggings she wore.
>Composed of black, form-fitting cloth, and covered by it.
>The sheer volume, and the slight give that wobbles and jiggles with her walking, subtle, and enticing in the mere motions of her stride.
>Her walking graceful, almost too elegant for the nerdy, shy girl.
>If it was practiced, and a natural part of her...or if it was due to the long legs she sauntered with, evaded Anon’s perception.

>“Come on...stop checking out her ass…” His thoughts crack the whip upon his psyche, wrapping it, and pulling his body out from the hallway, and into the entrance.


>Closing the door behind him, and following her out into the living room, down a hall past a door, and a turn into the wider expanse. >The shining, sparkling lights of the city coming out into the illuminated room, past a sliding glass door, and an expanse beyond the balcony that came right after the door.
>Most of her entertainment set-up seemed to be there, a flat-screen TV that would take up most of Anon’s space, some cords and a smaller table to put her tower rig there, most likely to stream movies and videos.
>The consoles sat below it, ranging in age, until the most recent ones, if they were gifted, or bought, it didn’t matter.
>Whatever it was, she had some money backing her, if she could own an expensive loft, on top of having enough money left over for entertainment and trivialities like cooking meals for would-be strangers.
>Dinner comes soon enough, the spiced, and beautifully baked lasagna filling the room with its savory aroma.
>It goes down, with that little time isn’t spent enjoying her cooking being filled with idle, doting small talk. Of what she does, and how she does it.

>“I mean, with the, um, er, well, “talents” and inclinations I have...I’ve been giving some thoughts on becoming a Witchcraft instructor, or even a researcher.” She says, glancing away as she ended off her sentence with a bite of food.

>Anon didn’t see her as a lady of black magic, a dangerous temptress, her figure might’ve spoke it...but by no means was she anywhere close towards acting like it.
>“That’s...an interesting career path, but, it’s easy to see on why you might, well, have an “affinity” towards it.” He says, almost worried for a moment that he could’ve upset her, only for her to politely smile.

>“Of course, it’s not all that hard to see, really…” She laughs, smiling warmly at him, before it turned into a flustered glance away. >“As stereotypical as it is...it really does come naturally…” Her eyes glance around her room, and she sighs.

>“Maybe a little bit too naturally…” Before Anon can even think about going about an open-ended, vague statement, she chimes up.

>“So...how about we do some good old-fashioned couch co-op?” She says, her hands resting upon her lap, fiddling with themselves nervously. “And I promise I won’t give you the knock-off controller…”

>She smiles, eagerly and with bashful anticipation towards him, laughing and taking in her joke.
>From the dinner table, they go to the couch, handing him off one controller, and playing one of the many side-scrolling beat-em-ups of the ages.
>A re-release of an older classic, as they fought through levels together, the game began falling to the side, before it erupted into a mere soundtrack for the newer game they were playing, with each other rather than with.

>Soft grasps towards her thigh from Anon’s end, or her form leaning against him during the slow parts for her story chapters.
>An intimate closeness that only swell, and fell with the poise of petals, swirling upon the wind they were kicking up with their flirting.
>Hearts that were pumping out noise into the cacophony of misplaced hormones, and doting vexation that followed every time they would push the envelope.
>If it was Lucy, training her hand along Anon’s arm, or her closeness to him, he’d call it “uncomfortably close,” if it wasn’t exactly what he wanted.
>A sudden burst of yearning scattering rose petals throughout the air, tainting it with saccharine, passionate resolve.
>Upon being revived by her ally, she’d reward him with a peck on the cheek, which then turned into a kiss on the lips.
>Staring at each other in that moment, lips a hair’s length away from each other, lightning crackled between them, the pause screen illuminating their tender moment.

>“Save point was only a loading screen away…it’s okay if we take a break for now.” She sighs out, a hand trailing along his chest.

>“I wouldn’t call this a break.” Anon says, their eyes begin to close, and with the worry of lost progress freed, nothing is held back, and fireworks shoot off in both of their heads.

>Hands that run along each other’s bodies, Anon’s mainly focused on the supple chest that she possessed.
>Firm, perky breasts that molded and squeezed underneath his hands, heated by arousal, and spurred on by the feminine treasure that was ripe for both groping, and picking.
>Pushing past the thick, fleece cloth of her turtleneck, and mushing her breasts within his reaching grasps.
>Holding them underneath their massive, fertile weight, or moving them about her chest, in slow, addictive motions that only put her further on edge.
>Urging her to get wild and sloppy during their kiss, loud moans, and wet noises sounding out through the moonlit living room of her apartment.
>His heart fluttering from within his chest as his fingers went to toy and prod at her nipples, and her body to uncontrollably shiver within his arms, and her tendril of a tongue to involuntarily push further back against hers.
>Almost having to wrestle it away with his own to keep her from going too deep into the kiss, protecting himself from the deeper, richer kisses he’s seen girls of her origin perform.

>Retreating back for the moment, planting all kinds of kisses upon his mouth, and making another emergence, and intrusion into his mouth.
>She speaks past hurried, hasty breaths that hanged heavy and taut with need, only cemented by steamy resolve that they both had kindled together.
>A raging inferno that ate up the sexual tension hanging in the air, propelling them towards their newfound, destined love.
>Every touch and motion imparted upon her hot, needy body would only go to the lust that now burned in her heart, nurturing the flame into one that would be large enough to join Anon’s...and for their hearts, rather than their minds to cast them into union.

>“A-Anon…” She gasps, in-between wet, sloppy kisses, and the moans that result from hands upon her ass and tits, and the weaker, Human tongue that prodded at her tendril.

>She lets out a short whine, before hanging out her tongue, and panting out into the air. “I’m...I’m going to overflow…”

>Only hoping for the carnal, charged meaning of her words, his eyes glance down to the tight leggings that she wore.
>Her eyes only widened, not in anticipation...but in fear, and what graced Anon’s eyes was a break from normality, the opposite on what he knew.
>The wet womanhood he came to see, clamoring out to him, was instead an aspect not unlike his own.
>A throbbing cock jutted out from between the clenched, smushed thighs, extending up into the air, and tenting the fabric of her leggings.
>Uncertainty, dread, and more importantly: fear arose within her being, followed by frantic, barely decipherable thoughts.
>All of that was put to rest as Anon went down to her hand, before she winced, letting out a moan, with his hand feeling up the length.

>“It’s okay...we’ve already come this far anyways, can’t leave a hellspawn like you blue-balled like that…” His hand grips her manhood, holding her mouth as she sucked in air, and let out an awkward mix between a moan, and a cry.

>Played right into his grasps, he lets go, noting the reflective dollop of pre now staining the leggings. “After all, I think we both know how that feels…”

>Retreating further into her house, they undressed within the confines of her bedroom.
>Their clothes discarded in piles that were close to her queen-sized bed, it had been decided: Lucy needed to explore herself.
>The world of pleasure she had only known with toys, and with her own hands had no comparison to what sex was, of what it meant, and the gifts it gave.
>Her unmet needs were more than apparent with the dirty, perverted manga that sat on shelves, and her nervous reluctance as she put away toys to use on Anon.
>His image of the naive girl of before was shattered, and was instead replaced by an actual person, one he held in equal regard, and one that he could offer himself to.
>In a moment of experimental bravado, she had shown to be an icon, a symbol of the perfection of both forms. She relinquished herself to him, and now, it was up to him to do the same.

>“Not because I have to…” He muses, resting atop the bed, behind perked in the air, wincing as she lubed him up, sliding in some fingers. “Because I want to…”

>Lucy’s eyes gaze right into Anon’s, a yearning reflecting within her eyes. Resonating throughout her form, filling her breaths with heavy neediness, and bolstering her cock.
>She descends right onto his form, running her hands along the contours of his body, and inching her way along the expanse of his form, before her hands would rest upon his shoulders.
>Hips poised and at the ready, she brought up one of her hands, taking the tip of her cock, and gently pressing it upon his entrance. >Slathered and prepped with lube, faintly glistening with the light of the TV.
>Softly exhaling breath with her cock priming to enter, she positions herself, at the ready to pound him.
>Leaning over his form, she starts to slip the tip in-between his cheeks, letting out one long, satisfied rumble, whereas Anon gasps, and tightens his grip upon the sheets of the mattress.

>“F-fuck…” She mutters, in between panting breaths, and soft moans. “T-tight…”

>More and more of her dick slips into him, slowly, and with caution at the realization of his virginity.
>He had never been taken before, and kept it at his pace, easing more and more of it in, gilding it in with caution.
>Spurred on, and set aflame as Anon writhed, and moaned out underneath her, his legs quivering from the insertion, and his wrists that were planted wobbling.
>Pleasure of all kinds erupted through his form, pulses that threatened his stability, and his stamina.
>He let out a soft grunt, feeling the rest of her groin slap up right against his bottom, a toned, furred surface flushing with heat, only to disappear with her almost pulling out.
>With a short, hushed breath, he shivers, the sensation of being filled in such a manner entirely new, yet, entirely composed of pleasure.
>A strained, sensual fullness feeling him out, lovingly leaving him empty, devoid of the unique advent of her urges, and filled by temptation, and anticipation.
>He glanced behind, looking back as she recollected her composure, eyes at a half-lid, her gaze directed towards her cock.

>She bites her lip, letting loose an uneasy moan that descends right into a whine, thrusting in, and thrusting out.
>Running her in and out of the sleeve, Lucy couldn’t stop her mouth from hanging out.
>Her black tongue lolling out as hurried breaths escaped her, enraptured by the man that had bent over for her.
>Pressing her body against his, the her velvety plushness meeting his smooth, enticing contours.
>Plunging deeper and deeper into him, hilting him and enveloped and pleased by him, and growing in intensity with each consecutive lunge. Her manhood breaching his innermost areas, intimately entwined within one another.
>Both of them wrapped up, and coddled within carnal clenches and pulls that only serve to bring them both closer to each other, and closer to the climax they sought after.
>Pent-up reserves would be released by both of them, with Lucy’s hand reaching over to grip Anon’s, wrapping it within her grip, and jerking him off.

>With a growing pressure within the deepest parts of her body, a craving that only grew more and more ravenous with each motion she wrought upon the man.
>Soon, her fucking grew to be steady, building right up to the coveted climax she lusted after.
>Her hand gripping tighter upon the pillow that lays underneath her grip, digging her fingers into it carefully, and filling her grip with the toned, heavenly cloud that was now tainted by her demonic presence.
>Overtaken by her base urges, she closes her eyes, clenching them tight with the heat within her form.
>Tightening its grip around her, and leaving her all that much more desperate to be freed from it.
>The freedom, and the paradise of afterglow was to be sought within her curious, mortal lover.
>A servant who so delicately offered himself to her, not only to be used, but to be loved.

>“G-Gods below...Anon, dear, I can’t handle this much longer…” She says, pushing past intense, hasty breaths, and hurried moans.

>Fighting to keep loose despite the insertion that delved right between him. “C-come on Lucy, give it more, put yourself into it…”

>“R-really? A-Anon...okay, I won’t go slow anymore…” She grits her teeth, letting loose a short moan, her grip tightening on both the ass cheek under her hand, and his cock.

>With a short moan, and a dreamy sigh that follows, her head lurches up, followed faint traces of muscles flaring upon the backs of his thighs.
>The length that rode up to the hilt, teasingly almost slipping out from his raw pucker, only to plunge right back in.
>Sensitive and virgin, twitches and pulses resounded out through the passage her manhood found itself traveling through.
>Her eyes still closed, tightening her lashed shutters upon Anon’s member, swelling and straining within her palm, coating her fingers with his seed.
>Coating her fingers, strands of hot white clung from her hand, lubricating what was held within her grip.
>Gliding and rubbing along it, easing and teasing out the tides of his heart that ebbed out, longing to be set free.

>Almost at the point of no return, where she’d unload her essence right into him, and he’d do the same.
>No reprieve from the tantalizing, teasing tides of bliss that threatened to overflow, taking both of them into a hazy trance.
>Her stamina running thin, pushed right out from the pressure that grew within her male attribute, overwhelmed by her lover. She strained and fought it back, pushing away from the relieving embrace of orgasm.
>Holding back from gushing out her cum, her attention went towards Anon’s enjoyment.

>“Lucy, a-almost there…” Anon moans out, weakly bucking his hips right into her hand, moving along with the motions of desperate lust. Swirling, overpowering desires waiting to be set free from his aching, needy balls.

>“Ah...Anon…” She breathes out, in-between her unrelenting abuse and use of Anon’s entrance, delving deep within the the other. >“Let’s...let’s just come together, come on, hurry up…” In-between lustful noises, intermittent by pounding, and by Anon’s pleading, smitten sounds.

>Her actions took no consideration into Anon’s awaiting ass, smacking right up against his forms, and pounding him.
>Pressing her cock right up against his prostate, and sending white, hot flashes of sensual stimulation.
>Stars of various colors going supernova behind his vision, losing control over his very body with the pressure stuffed between his supple ass, and the climax building up into his cock.
>Flaring out within her grips, and with a short grunt, his seeds spurts out onto the bed sheets below.
>Coating it with long, strewn about strands that congealed about upon the bed.
>Falling forwards on the bed, mind being rendered clear, stuck within a dizzying array of release and climax, orgasmic by its very nature, and leaving him a panting, lovestruck mess atop the bed.

>Urged right out of the trance that he had fallen into, by Lucy’s cry of erotic joy, her hand leaving Anon’s cock, and both of them falling upon him.
>Digging her grip right into the mounds, and letting loose herself into the awaiting, virgin pucker that awaited her.
>Gushes of hot, fertile white bursting out from her member, and into the recesses she buried her cock within.
>The last few bursts of release rumbling out through her form, leaving her empty and spent.
>Long since pent-up tension having been dispersed from her inner being, and right into her lover, Anon.
>Slowly pulling out her cock, rapidly losing the strength it once had from the bouts of drive that had once overflowed within her system.
>The same, radiant warmth of afterglow soon washing over her, seeping into every facet of her being, and subduing her.
>Dragging her deep into the clutches of sleepy, pleasant, exhaustion.

>Panting and breathing out right next to him, her form sprawled out on the bed, looking up towards the ceiling.
>Past the stars that were bursting behind her eyes, and the clutching past the gaussian fog that enveloped the two of them.
>Obscuring steam that she reached out past, gathering the remnants of strength and energy that remained after she let it all go within an outburst of truthful love, and heated passion.
>Before it could even physically reach out, she brought an idle hand from her waist, slinging it upon her forehead, letting it lie limp within the nest of her curled, demonic horns.
>Red eyes would glint upon looking over, at Anon as he weakly got up, tenderly positioning himself after the tender pounding of his asshole.
>The first of its kind to divulge into him, from the act emerged an understanding of Lucy, looking upon her form, at the masculine way someone so feminine could act.

>His thoughts drifted back down to her cock, as she reached over to a carton of tissues, cleaning herself off.
>“Hey, Anon...once I ride this out, I’m going to get cleaned up.” She smiles, a drifting, heartfelt one that was soon hidden by lids closing, adorned in long lashes. “You should do the same, and then...hmm, we could get to Stage 3, that sound good?”

>“Sure...sounds great.” He says, moving to lie on his side, not that his ass hurt, it was more sensitive, ready to perceive touch.

>After a short moment, Lucy arises from the futon, taking a moment to catch her breath upon standing up.
>Her eyes go over to the bathroom on the other side of the room, and she walks over, before glancing behind her, and putting a strut in her walk.
>Showing off her own fluffed, supple bottom, one half of a buxom body that only matches in the allure that her perky, ample breasts bring.
>Womanly in appearance, and that idyllic charm of a seductress only betrayed by the package that echoed out her masculine side.
>Only, for Anon, it now added to the otherworldly fixation that he had always possessed on her, wrapped around her finger, and at the domain of the abyssal outsider.
>She stops at the doorway of the bathroom, flicking on the light, and the red glint of her eyes shining back at Anon through the darkness in the room.
>Only abated by the TV displaying the game, and the light pouring out from the bathroom.

>With a trailing growl within her voice, an unexpected air of confidence seems to have been summoned from the inky heart of the demon. “If you’ve still got another go in you...we can take turns.”

>She giggles right after her words, the sultry, alluring type of laugh that seemed unnatural, unfitting upon the once, shy shut-in.
>The enticing appeal of the underworld seeming to flood out of her with the same uncanny beauty she had, all of that sealed his devotion towards her.
>With the warmth still echoing out through his body, and the beauty that had been beholden in his eyes.
>A creature of darkness, illuminated and cast to him within the golden light that shined out through the door.
>That light dissipates, coming to a halt with the door closing behind her, and leaving him with only his thoughts as the creaking of the sink knobs quips out past the door.
>Followed by the rushing water of the shower, the song of a siren gracing his ears as she began to hum to herself.
>Luring yet another mortal into her clutches, not only as a plaything to relieve her own earthly urges, but one to meld, to shape into a construct to inhibit her desires.
>He was an anchor to the physical world, and she was a dream that seemed to never lift.