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This was stupid.
Granted, a myriad of things in Mira's life had been stupid, both those inflicted on her by her stuffed-suit parents and a whole whack of nonsense that she'd done as cries for attention, bucking of authority, self-destruction due to unresolved issues that she was still talking about in the Bobby-mandated therapy sessions that she was only going to because Zoey gave her the puppy eyes (or, as she called them, the "sad turtle eyes") for days before she broke Mira's will like she broke demons' spines...
... hot.
At any rate.
Yeah. This was still up there in terms of stupid things.
Hunting demons without backup.
Let alone the most dangerous demon whom Mira had ever encountered.
Stupid or not, she slunk through a labyrinth of deserted alleyways doing just that, her breath coming in measured pulls. Cool night air from a subtle breeze down the corridors between buildings brushed across her sweat-slicked skin, a consequence of the jogging and acrobatics over rooftops rather than heat, raising faint trails of gooseflesh along her arms and the exposed curve of her midriff; her top had ridden up. The stiff new fabric scraped over her nipples, stiffened into tight peaks, pressing insistently against the material because she'd forgone a bra.
Her heart hammered a heavy rhythm inside her chest. She was tracking something particularly dangerous this time, and the thought sent a low coil of tension winding through her belly, not quite fear but a heightened awareness of things - the shadows, her own silky smooth movements through the darkness, the entire array of sounds from the distant drip of water from rusted pipes overhead as she skulked about, down further and deeper into the darkness, to the faint scuttle of something small fleeing through scattered trash.
To say nothing of her own pulse roaring in her ears.
Mira's fingers tightened around the hilt of her Gok-do, her body coiled and ready. The familiar cocktail of hormones and adrenaline fizzed and bubbled in her brain, though it was laced with something eager that splashed a grin across her face. Probably looked a bit like a dork, really, rather than badass, stoic demon hunter, but a girl had her limits when on a really good hunt. Sweat traced slow paths down her spine, tickling between her shoulder blades and making her shift her weight from one foot to the other.
She pressed onward, senses straining into the gloom. The alley narrowed here, walls closing in, narrowing, compressing her. A shiver traced her back, and she swallowed hard, the subtle clench of her inner muscles returning unbidden as her body reacted to the promise. A choke point, darker, perfect place for an ambush.
She rounded another corner, eyes scanning the darkness, every muscle in her lithe frame alert and ready. Then, without warning, a sudden blur of motion exploded from the shadows to her left. A massive shape, somehow missed despite the obvious mass, hurtled toward her with terrifying speed, all corded muscle and swirling patterns of magenta against pale skin.
Before Mira could fully pivot or raise her weapon, powerful arms seized her, slamming her back against the alley wall with controlled force that still knocked the air from her lungs and sent her Gok-do skittering off into the darkness.
The demon.
Horns curved above a feral, beautiful face framed by wild purple hair, golden eyes gleaming with predatory hunger as a low, velvety voice purred close to her ear.
"Hey, pretty girl." Well, fuck that was so dulcet and melodious, threaded with the hint of something that could become guttural and growling, walking the knife's edge that Mira's body went stiff and she nearly choked. Pavlovian reaction, really.
The demon's body was a wall of scalding heat and muscle, her striped back and shoulders rippling. Massive paws locked around Mira's wrists, pinning them to the wall behind her much like the bulk of the demon's titanic torso did to her entire frame. Chest to chest with the creature, Mira could discern the rise and fall of her bosom and the strain of her muscles even as the huntress bucked and writhed with all her might, feeble though she was, obviously, to the unimpressed and utterly unmoving demon.
A thick, heavy presence pressed against Mira's naked thigh, just below the edge of her shorts, the demon's ... unique weapon unmistakable and throbbing even if it was only a bulge in her pants that nearly scalded Mira's flesh despite the creature's clothes between Mira's sensitive and vulnerable skin and the swelling flesh.
Rumi had found her first.
Defeated in a single second.
Golden eyes burned with feral delight, pupils slit like a predator's as her full lips pulled back into a wide, triumphant grin that revealed sharp fangs, glistening with saliva.
Her expression was pure demonic ecstasy.
"Look at you, little hunter," Rumi purred, her voice a rich, resonant growl that vibrated through their pressed bodies. "How adorable you are."
Oh, fuck. That wasn't a trigger, but it did piss Mira off royally, causing her to snarl up at the bemused demon.
"Fuck you!" she spat, trying to draw on the Honmoon to-
"What a wonderful idea!" Rumi cooed before Mira could kick her in the shin. In a flash, she gathered up both of Mira's hands in only one of her massive paws, keeping both of the hunter's arms extended and trapped above her head. The now free claw descended in a brutal swipe, ripping Mira's tight jean shorts down her legs in a single tearing motion, though with such meticulous control and care that her skin wasn't even nicked.
Mira was glad those were a tatty pair of shorts, and not even ones she liked.
The denim shredded audibly, cool night air rushing against Mira's now exposed, already moist folds as the ruined fabric pooled around her ankles.
Normally, she wore panties when she was hunting, and in regular life, since underwear was a necessity in modern society and just common sense.
No sense here, though.
Not the slightest ounce of it because whatever remained dripped and steamed right out of Mira's ears when the demon reached down further, hooked a thumb into the waistband of her jogging pants, and yanked them down her thighs.
Rumi's massive ridged demonic cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the thick shaft curving upward with pulsing magenta patterns matching the stripes on her skin. It throbbed visibly, already leaking strings of sweet, iridescent precum that filled the alley with a heady, musky aroma like spiced honey.
Mira's knees hit the dirty pavement hard as Rumi forced her down with effortless strength. The rough texture scraped her skin, sending sparks of sensation up her thighs.
Rough concrete bit into her skin, but the discomfort dissolved under the overwhelming presence of that cock pressing against her lips. Rumi gripped her pink hair in a tight fist and shoved forward without mercy, burying several thick inches straight down Mira's throat in one powerful thrust. The stretch burned at first, an intense pressure that should have triggered panic, yet it flooded Mira's body with waves of shattering pleasure instead. Her throat bulged obscenely around the ridged girth as she instinctively attempted to swallow around it, the visible outline pressing outward against the delicate skin of her neck as Rumi began to facefuck her raw.
Already her head hazed, even as she practically slobbered all over the thing and if she wasn't spiraling through the mists, lost at the first savor of the slick patina of lubricating fluid that coated the entire heft of Rumi's cock, she might have had the presence of mind to be embarrassed by herself.
Mira's eyes watered, vision blurring as copious flows of sweet demonic precum coated her tongue, thick and syrupy, spilling from the corners of her stretched mouth. It dripped in heavy rivulets down her chin, soaking into the fabric of her top and trailing warm paths over the swells of her breasts.
With her hands free, she could have fought back, but, instead, one tucked between her thighs, stabbing into her aching pussy while the other braced against Rumi's thigh, so thick with its sculpted divots of flexing muscle that Mira couldn't even get her spindly fingers halfway around it.
"Suck it deeper, Mira. That's it-" Rumi taunted, her golden eyes half-lidded in ecstasy while her hips snapped forward again and again. Her heavy balls slapped rhythmically against Mira's chin, warm and full, while the demon's muscular thighs flexed powerfully on either side of her head.
"Fuck, look at you," Rumi growled, her voice thick with delight but also faintly adoring, as she gripped Mira's pink hair like reins in one hand. "Taking my cock so deep already. Your throat feels like it was made for this, hunter. Squeeze tighter with that pretty tongue. Yes, just like that."
Even the faint sting of Rumi tugging at her hair and the sensation of her cock sliding down Mira's throat, which nearly caused her to gag despite all of her training, melted seamlessly into bliss. She began to lose herself, her resistance crumbling as her tongue swirled eagerly around the ridges that lined Rumi's dick, hollowing her cheeks to suck harder despite the relentless pace. Moans vibrated around the invading cock, muffled and needy, while her thighs pressed together slickly, her own arousal flowing over her fingers and dripping down her legs onto the alley floor as shocks of pleasure radiated up from her spread womanhood.
"Such a mess you've made already," Rumi laughed, low and delighted, yanking Mira's head forward until her nose pressed against the demon's pubic mound, all smooth, waxed skin. The purple-haired demoness held her there, grinding deep as more precum gushed straight into her stomach. "Big tough hunter, and here you are worshipping demon cock like the eager slut you were born to be."
Mira nearly came at that alone because Rumi veritably sang it, the Honmoon swelling up and cascading around her and over her like her body was being enveloped, inside and out, swaddled in crackling, static honeyed pleasure.
With a sudden growl Rumi yanked her massive cock free. Thick strings of saliva and precum connected Mira's swollen lips to the glistening head for a moment before snapping. Mira gasped desperately for air, coughing wetly as drool poured down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. Before she could recover, Rumi seized her by the hair and threw her roughly to the ground. Mira landed on her back against the cold, gritty alley floor, legs splaying open instinctively as the impact jarred through her body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, skin flushed and shining with sweat and fluids, pussy visibly dripping with arousal.
Rumi loomed above her, stroking her enormous ridged cock with one hand while golden eyes raked over Mira's exposed form. "Look at the mess you've made already. Pathetic. Spread those legs wider, hunter, so I can use you like a proper back alley whore."
Rumi's golden eyes burned with possessive hunger as she loomed over Mira's sprawled form on the alley floor. Her wicked demonic claws, a glossy almost liquid black as the hue shifted from purple at the forearm, hooked into the last scraps of Mira's clothing, shredding them effortlessly in long rips that echoed through the narrow space. Fabric tore away completely, leaving Mira naked and exposed on the cold, gritty pavement, her flushed skin prickling under the cool night air and the demon's intense gaze.
Rumi wasted no time. She seized Mira's thighs in her strong hands, folding those legs up high and spreading them obscenely wide until Mira's knees nearly touched her own shoulders Rumi mounted her fully, her muscular frame pressing down with crushing weight, magenta-striped skin sliding hot against Mira's sweat-slicked body as if every pattern cracked with a comingling of demonic energy and the flowing power of the Honmoon.
The thick, ridged head of her massive demonic cock nudged once against Mira's aching folds, smearing them with more sweet precum before she drove forward in one powerful, unrelenting thrust.
The penetration, somehow shocking though expected, longed-for, had Mira whimpering at the sudden explosive fullness, inner walls spreading around the veined, ridged girth. Inch after thick inch sank deep as Mira gazed down the length of her body, the point of penetration just visible between their heaving bodies, Rumi bracing herself with only one hand splayed next to Mira's head.
Almost comedic in its impossibility, the sheer size of Rumi's member caused a prominent bulge to rise in Mira's lower belly with every fraction of her that Rumi claimed. Instead of pain, pure ecstasy crashed through her like a tidal wave, flooding her veins with molten magma that made her back arch sharply off the ground.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth falling open in a silent cry that melted into a long, throaty moan. The stretch felt divine, rather than demonic, even if it was sinful. Every ridge dragged along her most sensitive spots and sent sparks of bliss radiating outward from her core. Even now, Rumi's demonic form managed to overwhelm her, surprise her, because it felt like she got a little girthier by the day.
"Yes, fuck, take every inch of my cock," Rumi growled possessively, her voice thick with lust as she bottomed out completely, heavy balls pressing against Mira's ass. "This tight little hunter pussy belongs to me. "
Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the alley as Rumi began to pound her steadily, pulling back only to slam forward again with increasing force. Each thrust made the bulge of Mira's flesh shift visibly, the outline of the demon's cock moving beneath Mira's skin.
"Fuck, you're clenching so greedily around me," Rumi taunted, leaning down so her purple hair curtained around them and her breath ghosted over Mira's ear. "No more fight left in you, Mira - just a good little breeding toy? This pussy was made to take demon cock."
Crushed under the massive frame of the demon above her, practically smothered and overshadowed, Mira moaned loudly in response, the sound raw and needy. Her eyes remained half-lidded and unfocused, rolling back again with each particularly deep thrust that made her belly bulge obscenely.
The constant squelching of Mira's drenched womanhood filled the night air, obscene and rhythmic, as her inner walls clung desperately to the thick, veined shaft stretching her so completely.
Sweat glistened across Rumi's powerful body, highlighting every flex of her powerful figure and the bulging curves of her arms . The magenta patterns on her tan skin seemed to shift and ripple with each thrust, her broad shoulders gleaming under the faint light. Her own breasts swung heavily above Mira, full and inviting, while her tail lashed wildly behind her like a whip cracking through the air.
"Ahhn... Rumi... so deep..." Her arms heaved upwards then, the motion more a flail than anything controlled, and grappled feebly onto the demon's shoulders, feeling the fluid bulk around Rumi's shoulder blades strain and ripple as Mira scrabbled for purchase, desperately tried to hold on.
Every nerve sang with ecstasy until, with a gasp as Rumi bottomed out inside of her after a quick series of rolls of her hip, Mira's first orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her pussy clamped down hard around the ridged cock as her body convulsed, legs shaking in the air while her moans turned into high-pitched cries. Rumi only fucked her harder through it, hips snapping faster as the wet squelching grew louder.
"That's it, cum on my demon cock like a good slut," Rumi taunted, leaning down so her swinging breasts brushed against Mira's own, and looking her right in the eyes. As if they were self-luminous, ambient light cut through the hazy mist of tears and Mira's clenching eyelids.
Rumi wanted to look her in the eyes - make sure she knew it, felt it, saw it-
"Your body knows who it belongs to," Rumi growled in a tone of voice that was, even through the fog between Mira and anything other than pure bodily sensation, somehow awed, disbelieving, grateful - a mish-mash of convoluted sentiments that Mira would worry about untangling sometime next year, when her brain and soul found their way back into her body.
Yet Rumi didn't slow, didn't relent for even an instant even as she closed the distance and, with a quick lick to Mira's already parted lips, delved in, the sinuous muscle of her tongue slick and scalding hot as it claimed Mira's mouth in a feral kiss.
Her eyes rolled back completely, toes curling high in the air, every muscle in her spread legs quivering from the intensity. Shuddering legs rose and hooked around Rumi's back, trying to match the manic pace of her thrusts, trying to drag her deeper, harder even if every staccato thrust was bone-jarring.
Her tail coiled around one of Mira's raised thighs, squeezing possessively as she drove in deeper, faster, the bulging abdomen rising and falling in time with her merciless pace. Mira shattered again, a second orgasm tearing a raw scream from her throat as her pussy fluttered and milked the thick ridges.
"G-gonna fill you up, Mira. Pump you so full of my cum you'll swell with it." She thrust harder, balls slapping wetly, ridges dragging along sensitive walls. "That pretty little girlfriend of yours, Zoey? She could never fuck you like this, could she?"
Mira moaned brokenly at the words, a fresh rush of arousal flooding her pussy at the thought.
"But don't you worry," Rumi huffed against Mira's neck, the breath washing over her face warm as if wafting out of a sauna and sweet, Sweat flew from her body with the intensity of her movements, her swinging breasts grazing Mira's skin with every downward slam. "We'll visit your sweet Zoey next. We'll let her watch me ruin you first, then she'll get to share this cock too. Both of you can get pregnant together, swollen with my demonic seed, horny and dripping for me every single day."
The idea, mingled with the memory, of sharing Rumi's cock with Zoey sent a shameful thrill through her, imagining her girlfriend on her knees alongside her, both of them moaning together, Rumi above them, hands to the backs of their heads, guiding them to ... worship.
The demoness growled deep in her throat, hips stuttering once, twice, before she buried herself to the hilt with a triumphant roar. The climax hit Mira like a tidal wave, which was actually pretty apt in that it both wiped her out and involved copious amounts of fluid.
Thick, hot loads of demonic cum erupted deep into Mira's pussy in powerful pumps, flooding her completely. The sheer volume amplified the pressure of Rumi's cock, cum backflowing around the stretched seal of her pussy in messy white rivers that mixed with her own juices and pooled beneath them on the alley floor.
Rumi kept thrusting through her orgasm, grinding deep to push every drop into Mira's depths, her body shuddering with raw pleasure as she claimed her prize utterly. Mira's final orgasm blended with the sensation of being filled so thoroughly, her eyes crossing in mindless ecstasy while broken, blissful moans filled the night air.
Rumi remained buried deep for a lingering moment, allowing a convulsing Mira to savoring the warm flood and aftershocks, womanhood continuing to spasm around the demon's spent cock. Then, deliberately slow, the demon began to pull out. Her thick, ridged length emerged inch by inch, glistening with their combined fluids, until the broad head finally slipped free. A heavy gush of thick demonic cum immediately poured from Mira, spilling in warm, pearly rivers down her ass and onto the alley.
With a soft, satisfied rumble, Rumi gathered the smaller woman into her strong, muscular arms. She rolled onto her side on the cool pavement, pulling Mira flush against her sweat-slicked chest. Powerful limbs wrapped around her protectively, one hand cradling the back of Mira's pink head while the other stroked slow circles along her spine.
When Mira looked up, Rumi's golden eyes softened with affection, her curved horns dipping slightly as she smiled down at her. Slithering out from her mouth, her long, forked, foot-long (Mira knew this because Zoey had used a tape measurer for scientific purposes) demonic tongue, the surface textured with tiny ridges that felt incredible against skin as it laved over Mira's exposed throat. The warm, flexible length began bathing her with loving care, several strokes mussing up her hair even worse. It dragged slowly over her breasts, circling each sensitive nipple until they peaked again under the paradoxically gentle roughness.
When she'd actually caught he breath sufficiently to make a show of it, Mira huffed again, cheeks flushing as she tried to squirm away half-heartedly. Rumi only clutched her tighter causing a soft moan to escape despite her efforts to sound grumpy.
"S-stop it, you big sap. I'm supposed to be recovering from getting wrecked, not... getting groomed like a kitten." But even as she complained, her body melted completely into Rumi's embrace. Her arms wrapped around the demon's waist, fingers tracing the magenta stripes on her tan skin while she sighed in pure contentment.
Rumi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her chest as her sinuous, forked tongue slithered back into her mouth, allowing her to grin properly... if you considered the baring of fangs proper, which Mira, when it came to her girlfriend, certainly did.
"You love it," Rumi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her chest before she went back to work, sans further objection save another huff from Mira who surrendered to the inevitable.
They stayed curled together like that, bodies pressed close on the alley floor, sharing warmth and quiet breaths. Rumi's tail wrapped loosely around Mira's calf, holding her even nearer while her tongue gave one final, loving pass over Mira's breasts and neck before retracting.
Which only allowed Mira to tuck her head under Rumi's chin.
Grinning against Rumi's skin, patterns still vibrant along the upper portion of the demon's chest, Mira mumbled, "Next time, I'm strapping you to a chair. Zoey and I can 'interrogate' you properly. Let's see the big tough demon get clingy and needy when she's the one at our mercy."
As it turned out, lashed in place with specially bamboo-silk ropes, blessed and warded just for the occasion, she didn't - what with being yoked in place in addition to being yoked with muscle.
Zoey, though, was an even worse clingy koala, and whipped out the "turtle eyes" because Rumi was suffering and couldn't they let her have just one little orgasm?
Probably for the best, though.
They both gave Mira a justifiable excuse for indulging in post-coital cuddles.