Tempted
And now here's one that's all about sex.
If you're wondering, that is definitely not the same Mahiri you may be familiar with from other stories of mine! There's a reason for the shared name but I'll save that for another story.
Naomi had never really paid much attention in Sunday school as a pup. It had always just been something she was forced to go to, and forgot about afterwards. As she grew into her adolescence, her God-fearing parents hadn't been able to maintain those instilled beliefs. She lived for the moment. If there was a God and angels and all that, she'd find out about it someday when it was important. Tonight was the night.
The black-backed jackal was burnt out after a long day at work, scrubbing away in the back of some dirty kitchen, where nobody noticed her. It was the same as in her everyday life. Small, thin, and boyish, she didn't stand out in a crowd. Her fur was the golden-brown rather than the fancy black of the Anubian types. And she was a hermaphrodite, though there were many who didn't know it. With small bosom and relatively narrow hips, she was more often mistaken for a pubescent boy than a fully-grown herm. Confidence was not something she had in abundance.
This night was damp and still. It had rained earlier, and the moisture still hung in the air, lightly wetting the exposed fur of the jackal's cheeks and making her sniffle. The thud of an old rock tune distracted her, pumped into those long, shapely ears of hers through two earphones. She hummed lightly to herself but kept it quiet, as if someone might overhear in the middle of the night. Her home was just at the end of the street.
Something was off about the past few evenings. They were busy and work-filled as ever, leaving her in a state of mild frustration and exhaustion, but there was something more. Normally, she didn't fear walking home late at night by herself, not in a neighbourhood like this one. Nothing ever happened. It was only the past few times she'd taken this same route, left on Main and up towards home, that she felt vulnerable and alone.
It came with what she thought was a sound. With earphones in, she wasn't sure she had really heard it, or if it had simply been part of a song. But every evening, no matter the song, there was that noise on the very edge of her perception. Laughter? It was distant, whatever was making it. And laughter was no reason to be afraid. Someone out there was having a good time. Even so, she pulled out her earphones. There was something beyond the mere sound that chilled Naomi, leaving her feeling like something was going to swoop down and snatch her up at any moment.
The fur on the back of her neck stood up, and she pulled her jacket a little higher on her shoulders. It was like someone was breathing coldly down her spine, making her shudder and lose her balance as she walked. Her pace picked up, her tail curling down to press against her thigh. Tonight was the worst of it. She thought she was going insane. Too much hard work. Something was definitely out there, with eyes upon her, she knew it by instinct. Her legs grew weak and shook with every step she took, unable to run.
Home was only another block ahead. Just a short walk, an even shorter run. She strode as fast as she could, trying to keep herself low to the ground and inconspicuous. Every part of her wanted to run, but she could manage no faster. Her heart sunk and her breath became laboured. Fear gripped her, like physical hands trying to force her to stand still. She tripped over a rock and cried out, but caught herself in a low stagger. Grasping forth, she sought a paw of assistance that wasn't there, anything to pull her free from this unexplained terror. She shuffled, she shook, she walked on.
Her paw came upon the doorknob. She was home, so close. A trembling paw ravaged her purse in search of her keys. Fingers fell over gum, cards, old receipts. The jingle of metal faintly hinted in her ears. She lunged. The purse fell to the front step, and she was left frantically fumbling with a ring of keys. One fell. Still fumbling, it was soon obvious that it was the she needed.
Glancing over her shoulder into the darkness behind, she dropped to a crouch to snatch up her purse, feeling around for the missing key. The laughter came again. Still distant, but more clear this time. It was shrill, cackling, unnatural. Unlike anything she'd ever heard. Certainly not someone she'd ever met. Whoever was making it was watching her, creeping up on her. She simply knew it.
When her finger traced across the fallen key, she scrambled to rise and jammed it into the lock. Throwing the door open, she fell inside, kicking it shut with her foot and shielding her face as if something had just leapt at her. When nothing challenged the shut door, the jackal got to her knees and locked it tight. And then, silence. No more laughter. No more dread.
"I'm losing it..." she murmured to herself, whimpering and finding herself on the verge of tears. That was it. She'd call the doctor tomorrow. They'd know what to do.
In the meantime, she was alone. But she felt better. Whatever had been after her - if anything - was locked outside now. The irrational fear had faded. She turned on some lights. Several, so that the whole little home was lit up inside and out. Her breath eventually came back to her. Hanging up her coat, she headed up to the bathroom to climb into the shower.
The warm water soothed her sore, tense muscles. Naomi sighed deeply and slumped under the steaming shower, letting it pour down the dark fur of her back. With fur matted and tight to her skinny frame like that, she felt more attractive than usual. Her small breasts stuck out a bit more, her thighs were smooth and her hips had at least a bit of a curve. Rubbing over herself from ribs to knees, she found herself tingling a little all of a sudden. Her sheath came to life, twitching and wanting attention, and she soon had her paw upon it to gently tease while the other paw half-heartedly washed at herself.
The more she touched herself down there, the more worked up she became. It wasn't usually like this. Something about the hot water beating down on her fur was outright arousing. Soon a finger was sneaking down under her sac to tease at her female half as well, almost sliding right in before she stopped herself. Lightly moaning, she swished her tail and wondered just what it was that had gotten into her. But the shower was no place for masturbation, so she squeaked the water off and grabbed a towel, stepping out into the steam-filled bathroom.
It took a moment for the horror to set in. At first, the relaxation of a hot shower had her contented and forgetting about her many worries. But as came the chill of the air, there came the chill in her heart. It was on the mirror. Of course it was on the mirror. Red, dripping, dark.
Lead us not into temptation.
Naomi screamed and fell. Naked and still partially wet, she hard a hard time keeping from slipping as she made her way out of the bathroom to charge down the hall to the phone. The walls were written with red all over.
Deliver us from evil.
The jackal skidded to a halt to find the phone torn from the wall. In its place was written:
Thy flesh belongs to the hyena.
And then there was the laughter once more. It pierced and echoed through the small home, high and delightedly giggling. It sounded as if coming from all around her. She dove to the floor and tried to dial the fallen phone, somehow knowing it wouldn't work. There was nothing, no tone. She was alone with the mad beast, the hyena.
"Stay away!" she cried as she dashed into her bedroom, closing the door and locking it. She stood there, dripping, for quite some time, hearing nothing, seeing nothing. Eventually she flicked on the light and huddled near the door, ready to hold it shut if the intruder tried to break it down.
The light didn't last long. It flickered and died in as dramatic fashion as could be expected. If Naomi wasn't on the brink of tears, she would have laughed. All was silent once more, and dark. Her senses were going wild. It was in the room with her. It was behind her. She wasn't going to turn around. It couldn't make her.
"Naaaoooomi," it sang. The voice was female. Low, sultry, seductive.
She covered her ears and laid her head against the door. Tears started to flow.
"Naaooomi," said the intruder again. She was getting nearer, even if the jackal couldn't hear the steps.
"Please... I don't have much... just take what you want and go..."
The voice sounded offended. The owner stopped in her advance. "Why, friend! Surely you owe me more of a welcome after all our years apart."
"Who are you?" Naomi demanded, still not looking.
"You know me well, Naomi. You've denied me for so long, but you know. Take a look and see."
Gritting her teeth, the little jackal finally did as told. At first, she could see nothing, and then a shocked cry came from her as she spotted the only two signs of the creature before her visible in the darkness. Hovering there in the blackness were two eyes, glowing out with enough lustre to colour the jackal's wet fur, pure red. They were wild, evil, chaotic. This was no ordinary hyena she was dealing with.
The hidden one clapped her paws, and the rest of her came into sight soon enough as unexplained light filled the room. She was a hyena as predicted, but a striped one, despite the earlier cackling. The silver of her fur reflected in the light, and the stark black of her stripes made her look like a skeleton. Not that she was thin, compared to Naomi at least. A herm, she had everything the jackal wished she herself had - smooth curves, a well-rounded chest, a prominent and noticeable maleness, all of it was there. Not in excess, truth be told the hyena was moderate to the jackal's minimally noticeable sexuality. Her shaft, erect, was purely black, as was the tongue she was curling over dark lips. A sweet, two-gender musk filled the room where there had been none before. It made Naomi's knees weak.
"What do you want?" the jackal managed to gasp out.
The intoxicating scent was strong the closer the hyena came. She held a towel, and didn't hesitate to apply it to the flinching jackal, drying her off firmly as she leaned in close, letting the canine have a good look at her naked body.
"Dear me, running out here all wet. You could have hurt yourself! Then what would I do with you?" She chortled. "Why, I'd do quite the same thing I'm already planning, silly me."
Naomi shook but stood still as she was dried. So she was going to be raped, and in her own home. At least she had time to prepare for it. "Who -are- you?"
"She has not yet gathered?"
The striped herm stepped back and dropped the towel, her attractive features on full display. That earlier, sudden arousal Naomi had felt was still tingling between her legs, but she tried to ignore it. The hyena pinched at one of her black nipples and squeezed it while swishing her body back and forth, erection swinging along with the motions of her hips. She moaned deeply and closed her eyes, hiding away that shimmering, red evil for a time.
"I am temptation, girl. I am the darkness that beckons all those of purity. I am lust, indulgence, shamelessness. And I am here for you." She flicked her tongue in and out like a snake. "But you can call me Mahiri. Demoness extraordinaire."
"You... you're a demon?" The words sounded silly in her mouth, but the jackal backing up against the door believed them without doubt. The creature before her was unnatural, frightening, evil. "Stay away! I have done nothing wrong!"
"That's the beauty of it!" Mahiri snickered, stepping close once more and sliding her paw under Naomi's muzzle. "You're innocent... pure... fresh for the taking. Not a virgin, mmm, I lose a few points there, but all fruit must ripen a little, no?"
While she wasn't being physically restrained, the jackal felt very much in the grasp of the demon. She said nothing, instead closing her eyes, and doing something she hadn't done in earnest since she was a child. A silent prayer rang up in her thoughts, desperate and apologetic.
Please God, I know I haven't been the most faithful, but if you would just save me from this vile thing-
The hyena interrupted her thoughts with a vicious, rattling cackle. It seemed to sound off inside of her head just as much as around her, jarring her and making her forget what she was saying. Her mind went blank.
"Praying? Praying now? Silly, silly girl. God's not going to save you. I'll bet he's sitting back and watching you with a pervy little grin on his face right now."
Tearful and quivering, the jackal shook her head. "Please... no more... just take what you want and leave me..."
"Oh, why, how generous of you! But, you see, what I want here is you. All of you. Unless you would propose I take one piece at a time?"
Starting to sob a little, the canine tried to sink down against the door, but she was caught before she was able. The demon wasn't muscular, but she was more toned than the jackal, and was easily able to cradle her against those stark stripes. Before Naomi could turn away, she was being kissed, that black muzzle heavily mashing to hers, lips mingling, the flicking, black tongue of the hyena forcing forth into her mouth before she could stop it.
Something was different. In that kiss, she could feel a heat rushing all throughout her body, tingling her and making her weakened, frightened muscles come back to life. The tongue snaking over hers shared a deep, rich taste that she instantly adored, and her loins were beginning to grow tender and aroused. A sinking feeling in her stomach accompanied a wildness of her thoughts, turning from worried to indulgent and wanting. Even as she tried to squirm away, those efforts becoming more half-hearted the longer the deep, wet kiss was held. Her sheath began to slide back to expose her member, causing her to shy downwards and try to hide the modest little thing between her legs, but the demon held tight, embracing her close.
When Mahiri finally broke away from the kiss, Naomi found herself whimpering and leaning close like a hungry puppy denied the mother's milk. The hyena grinned wickedly, but it didn't affect the jackal as much anymore. She was still terrifying, but it was sexy, so very wicked and carnal. God how she wanted her... but reason still was a doubting force.
"I... I don't want this, demon!" she insisted in as commanding a tone as her small voice would allow. "You're not natural, this isn't right!"
Mahiri giggled almost cutely, and then slowly rubbed a paw down her own thigh, fondling the length of her fluffy tail. "But you're tempted, aren't you dear?" Licking her lips, she took a moment to simply moan and squirm on the spot, her own arousal peaked almost to the point of climax from the looks of her, how she throbbed and smelled deliciously of sex. "Besides, have a look around you... do you really want to run away now?"
Naomi had not even noticed, so enraptured by the evil one before her as she was. They stood no longer in her bedroom, but in a raging torrent, a fiery abyss where screams pierced from all directions and moaning souls groped for her from the darkness. She joined the cacophony around her in a scream and leapt close to Mahiri, who caught her and held her, stroking her back.
"There there. Your hyena is here..." she consoled, beginning to lick over those long ears. "Come with me... I'll give you what you need so badly..."
Naomi simply nodded and kept close to the creature she had moments ago feared so badly. "Please Mahiri... don't let me go... don't let them take me..."
Grinning, the hyena laid the smaller herm out on a bed in the middle of the madness, one with red silken sheets and a frame of bleached bone. A paw came sliding up between the jackal's thighs to grope at her many parts, fondling balls, squeezing sheath and tickling shaft, and sneaking beneath to trace over the puffed lips of dampened sex. Naomi wanted it. She wanted to be taken and defiled by the demon, and she was ready to beg for it if she wasn't so overwhelmed.
Mahiri's tongue brought her sheer excitement. When she saw it coming out to drag over her face, she squirmed on the bed and moaned, and then she gave a soft cry as the hyena slurped her way down over bare, damp fur to tease between her breasts. The slippery thing went between, over the small mounds, flicking nipples, curling under them, giving every little bit of the jackal's chest all the attention that could be given. And then Mahiri just kept going downwards. She licked over belly and teased into navel. She nibbled sides and nudged ribs. And then finally, she nosed against the jackal's still-erecting maleness and let her hot breath dance over the canine's warmest places.
Naomi could hardly move. She faintly reached down and stroked one of the hyena's ears, but that was the best she could do. The power of temptation held strong over her. She regretted nothing. There was nothing she wanted more, nothing she had ever wanted more, than to indulge herself with this thing of darkness, to relieve her lust with the evilest of evils. Her lips went tight, stifling a whimpered cry as she felt that wonderful tongue begin to dance over her parts, curling around shaft, shoving against sheath, and then sliding under orbs to press against wet folds.
"Y-yes!" came Naomi's cry, more stable than before but still shaking. Now with lust rather than fear.
The tongue continued to tease her there, eventually to be replaced by two fingers that prodded her nearly to penetration, but fell just short, giving more and more pressure. Naomi needed them inside her, something, anything. No more waiting. She jerked her hips some. The demon finally complied, delving those two furred digits deep into her, curling them and stroking through the wet insides, giggling in her wicked way.
That tongue. It was still working over her, still giving her the purest of pleasures. It came stroking up to the tip of her shaft, now fully erected and beginning to knot. And then there was the tender kiss of smooth lips upon her, making her body throb, sending her yelping and groaning in the throes of climax, only to dip down again and remain near her peak. No finish, but so very close, and they were just getting started.
Sheer warmth began to envelop the transfixed canine's shaft. She could feel that breath smothering her hard-on as those lips came down over it. Tongue pressed against the rigid length and ground its tip into the hard flesh, leaving the little herm scraping at the sheets, her tongue hanging from her mouth, her eyes staring up at the fiery chaos above her without a worry or care. She wanted more, more, but she was patient, she waited for the hyena to move for herself. Mahiri's tongue curled down over the swelling knot, flicking against it, soaking it, drooling over it. The jackal's cock had begun to push into her throat, without so much as a flinch on her behalf. The hellish sights spun and blurred before the jackal's eyes until she just shut them.
And when the suckles came, all those swirling, distorted delights came together. She had never felt anything like it. She shook, she kicked, she thrashed, she moaned, and all the while those soft lips darted up and down her member, that wet tongue slopped all over. Everything was perfect. And she couldn't take it. Surging through her body came the most blissful orgasm of her life, and it was over almost as soon as it started. The demon had simply sucked it right out of her. She'd never cummed anything that could be called a flood before, but this time her sac was pulled tight with the force of pumping out rope after rope, pouring it down the hyena's throat as she sucked and gulped noisily. When Mahiri had seemingly tired of the taste, she pulled Naomi's cock firmly from her mouth and let the remaining excess spatter her in the face, weighing down her fur and leaving a creamy outline on those demonic features of hers.
Slavering and lightly growling from pure satisfaction, the jackal lay stretched out and exposed to the demonic hyena as the striped beast started to giggle again. Her form easily overshadowed the smaller herm as she crawled forth and pressed cum-splattered lips to Naomi's own, and the jackal could do little more than kiss back and whimper quietly. She didn't have a voice. There was no need anyway, as Mahiri wasn't breaking the kiss anytime soon.
Something was strange about the kiss. Aside from the sheer firmness of it, the hyena seemed to be suckling at the jackal's lips while mashing against them. Not to get at her tongue, as she left that alone, but merely swallowing down the air in Naomi's lungs, or something like that. She didn't feel breathless, but she did feel an odd pressure in her middle that went on the longer she was kissed. With it, there was a distinct sense of lifting, as if she were becoming weightless, and a slightly sick feeling deep in her gut. There was nothing that could make her want to get out of the wonderful kiss, but then, it was strange...
The real change came suddenly and shockingly. It didn't seem to be quite something physical, but with a sudden lunge back on behalf of the demon, something was torn right out of her, leaving her with a void within. There was no blood, only the faint wisp of something glowing disappearing down Mahiri's throat as she smacked her lips and rubbed her belly. The effects were almost immediate. Aside from emptiness, Naomi felt even more lusty, depraved, desperate, a burning desire to fuck anything that moved nearly sending her into a snarling rage. She tried to leap at Mahiri, but was easily pinned down by the cackling beauty.
"Mmm... you feel that, girl?"
Naomi just snapped her jaws up in the air and tried to force the hyena off of her, so she could pin her down and shove cock inside. She wanted sex so bad. She wanted to pound and soak and cover. Release like she'd never experienced before did nothing to slow her desire. Mahiri laughed.
"Haha, easy there, wild dog. Bet you're feeling pretty crazy right now? You wanna get fucked? Do you, do you?"
Nodding her head rapidly, the jackal jerked about wildly and tried to find a hole to put her cock, or to receive one, anything, she just needed something, she needed it now.
Smacking her lips, Mahiri stuck her tongue out. "My my. So very eager. Did you know you have a tasty soul? It's mine now, dear."
That... gave Naomi pause. Was that the weird feeling of a moment ago? Had her soul just been eaten? She wasn't sure what to think of that. And then, damn it, she didn't care.
"Give it to me! Now! I need it! Fuck meeeee!" she shrieked out, kicking her legs beneath the striped demon.
Mahiri struck at her all of a sudden, fangs first. They sank into the side of her throat, ceasing her thrashing and near panic over the lack of sex. Drawing blood, she drank it slowly for a while, before finally pulling away and grinning with slightly stained teeth down at the desperate jackal. The grin remained as she slipped her thickened, slick cock up under Naomi's sac, lifting it and sliding forth, pushing apart the dripping folds of her cunt. Fuck, cunt, cock, all the dirtiest words and thoughts rushed through the jackal's mind as she growled and squirmed, slowly being penetrated, torturously slowly.
As the jackal at last could feel herself being filled with the thick, black meat of the hyena's shaft, she felt such a relief, sighing and growling almost at the same time. And then she was right back to snapping her teeth and clawing at the air as she felt cum being shot forth into her. The demon was sunk only a few inches inside, and she seemed to do such a thing without hardly even noticing, just groaning a little as she let her bared teeth hover a few inches away from Naomi's face.
The excess fluids, combined with just how wet the jackal was down there, meant for a slippery, quick time in getting the rest of that cock deep inside of her, and she took it all without pain, despite her size. It was big compared to her, but it wasn't excessively huge. Just the perfect fit, swimming in cum and juices, sending every nerve blazing. She needed this so bad. She still needed more. Jerking about, she tried to force the demon to start thrusting into her. It didn't matter to her where the cock rubbed, she just needed it fast and hard.
Mahiri seemed to understand. Drawing her hips back, splashing some of the wetness out between the jackal's thighs, she lunged forth and pounded into the little herm's insides, jerking her against the hellish bed, rattling the frame, and leaving the canine yelping. At first she thought it was going to hurt, but the ebony shaft plunged into her just right, stimulating over every little detail and making her wetter and wetter, until she was practically cumming out her aroused fluids, to soak the sheets beneath the two of them and splash about with each continued thrust.
The hyena cackled as she fucked at her little plaything. How did a striped hyena cackle like that anyway? Such things didn't matter for more than the half-second she thought them. Naomi was too busy growling, drooling, snarling, acting like a frothing beast as she was filled with cock again and again. Her small frame was strained but accepted every slamming blow of the hyena's hips with ecstasy rather than the anguish that should have been there. She still wanted more, and more.
The creaking beneath her ramped up as she was pounded. Huffing and gasping, she could feel the air being knocked almost right out of her. Even with eyes open, she could no longer see anything but a heated blur of colour, much of it the shimmering silver of the hyena's fur. A faint crackle caught her ears. It might have been her body breaking under the relentless assault. The demon was brutalizing her sex, slamming cock into it at a blur, grinding all over her orbs in the process, sending her erection spurting and twitching as it bobbed along with the harsh movements.
There was a terrible crackle of bones. That was it, Naomi thought. She had been broken in two. A sudden lurch came with a short freefall before the bed gave a thud, jerking the two partners around. There was no pain... it hadn't been her that had shattered, but the grisly bedframe. Still the hyena slammed into her, her tongue waving in her face her eyes blazing and demonic. The pleasure was constant, leaving her every muscle, her every nerve ablaze, her eyes wide, her jaws open. And then she clamped down around the demon's member, climaxing at last.
The climax felt as if it would truly kill her. Every muscle of her body was no longer hers, flexing and contracting as she pumped around the thrusting cock, squeezing out the wetness. A river of her female cum splashed out, with an audible, wet noise as it hit fur and sheets. She screamed out until she lost her voice, and then she kept screaming in a raspy, broken whisper. The demon's seed filled her soon after, rushing forth much faster than before, and then with a sudden, devastating yank, she was being painted with it.
Pure musk invaded her senses, seeping into her skin, matting down her fur. The cum sprang forth all over her belly at first, up over her breasts, gushing in her face, staining her features, keeping her from seeing or breathing for a time. She could feel it in her ears, in her nose, everywhere. It just kept spraying, up and down her in thick ropes, raging hot and smelling beautifully. As she lay there soaked, all she could think of was the hyena's cum, pure and potent.
Her body was broken. She was sure of it. She didn't even try to move. Faintly, worry crept back into her thoughts, but they were mostly pushed back by lingering pleasure. Mahiri moved alongside her splattered toy and rubbed her chest, soaking the seed deeper into the jackal's fur in the process, marking her with its scent. Naomi tried to speak, but just choked on cum, coughing and giving her head a bit of a shake as she weakly raised it from the broken bed. That much, she could do.
When she found her voice, she whimpered out, "Oh god..."
"No gods here, beautiful," murmured the demon, her tone one of quiet satisfaction, no longer the wild, insane voice of before.
"What... what did you do to me? I've... never felt... that."
The hyena softly snickered, and rubbed behind the jackal's ears. "That's called demon sex, and there's plenty more where that came from. I own you now, dear."
It was a startling truth, but for some reason it didn't seem to shake Naomi all that much. She just tilted her head, inquisitive canine that she was.
"You mean... slave? I'm yours?"
"Mmm, yes, slave. I like that word. You're my slave now. Your soul is mine, etcetera etcetera."
"Oh." The jackal went silent, thinking that one over.
"Don't fret, sweetie. I'm not the big bad demon I seem to be."
"You... certainly scared me," the jackal whispered, thinking back to the trauma of the encounter.
"Oh, I know! I'm good at that. Gets me off hard." Mahiri tossed her head and gave a wild cackle that seemed to shake the very hells around them. "But you know what, I'm not all that bad. This was all for you, you know."
Naomi turned her head to the side with some effort. She found she was able to talk to the demon with a little more confidence now. It was still a frightening experience, but there was... affection, as well. In a way, it felt good to be enslaved by her.
"What do you mean?"
"I watched you," Mahiri explained simply. "For a few nights. And days. The way you carried yourself. You had trouble being a herm, yes?"
Naomi blinked. "I guess you could say that."
"Well, hell, I thought, she needs someone that will adore her for all her luscious herminess. Heh heh. Did it work? Feel better about yourself now?"
The jackal looked down to her splattered form and considered the wild words. It was ridiculous, to shock her half to death and practically rape her, and then expect her to feel good about it. She felt fantastic.
"It... did. Thank you... Mistress?"
"Mahiri's fine, girl. This whole slave business? Nothing super serious. Think of us as friends. Good friends. I'm not gonna stop you from living your life or anything."
"You mean I can go home?"
"Eventually! And time will be just the same, like it all never happened. Might wanna take another shower though. I'll come for you when I need you. Or you can always call for me."
Quietly considering everything, the jackal was again silent. She bit her lip. She took a deep breath. And then finally, with what little strength she had, she leaned over to kiss the demon on the lips, closing her eyes and holding it for a few seconds.
"Mahiri... thank you for this. I think I really needed it."
"You see? This is what I've been trying to tell you. You're welcome, gorgeous."
The hug she gave wasn't very demonic at all, but then, it did involve the both of them squelching cum beneath their heated bodies. The hyena stroked and kissed her new slave and held onto her tight. The sights around the two of them were still dark and horrific, but Naomi no longer felt as if she was in any danger. It was home now. She was the demon's. And if this was all going to turn out to be a mistake, it was too late now.