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A land full of dark forestry, mountains, and more stretched out before an overcast sky. Black stone rose from the ground like claws reaching toward the celestial realm. In a similar manner, cities and settlements popped up throughout the region here and there, the buildings made of the very same dark stone with metal interwoven between them. One such city sat at the edge of the realm with sharpened towers and buildings held together with buttresses angled toward the ground. Some residents of the city perched along the towers and buildings, wings folded as they drank in the cool air. Down below, the cobbled stones were pressed down by a variety of creatures. There were humanoid beings with various forms of tails, horns, and other protrusions. Among them, there were also those with more bestial features. Feline, canines, bats, even some that looked like creatures of the deep walking on land on two legs and sometimes more. Among these varied shapes, was a humanoid creature with white-furred legs with a thin tail ending in a tuft. Their eyes were mixed orbs of orange and purple swathed together, and they wore shorts with a black one-piece. White hair hung over one of their eyes as they stepped into the edge of town, a hand at the back of their head as they looked around. Maron had come to this world expecting wilderness, expecting to be attacked immediately. There was some kind of wilderness beyond the city, but the demons here seemed to be walking around without a care in the world. The fact that they ignored Maron as if they were one of their kind felt more insulting than the fact that they had been assigned to this job in the first place. Find an existence-ending weapon in the realm of demons; that was their mission. At the same time, they had not quite been given a proper briefing on this realm nor even where the stupid weapon might've been. Maron knew what most celestials knew of the demon realm and that was only what they had been taught as a youth. The demon realm was a place teeming with darkness, with inferior beings that ripped and tore at one another waiting for their chance to suck on the supple bones of angels and humans. There was a couple with their lips locked at a corner, but other than that, there was no infighting and none of them seemed to be able to tell that they were an angel. With a sigh, they began walking while looking for a place to get a cloak. Maron had no clue where they needed to go so might as well get lost.

Wandering the city, they found themselves more and more confused as to what exactly they had been taught when they were younger. Maron hadn't expected to find any stores in this place, but then again, they hadn't expected to see any architecture at all. There was commerce, there were merchants and traders here peddling their wares along with established storefronts. Electricity, magic, technology; things they had been told that demons lacked the ability to perceive let alone use. Black spire lanterns lit the way through the streets until they found themselves at a circular square where demons congregated, chattering with an incessant buzz, some laughing, others simply prattling away. They could understand the demons, and yet again they found themselves confused by what they had known. Demons were supposed to be base creatures not too far from common animals, but here they were in a civilization of sorts. They even saw a few demons that looked like them, but that only sparked irritation. It just meant that the disguise was working that well, but couldn't they tell? Couldn't they see Maron's angelic aura? It was insulting, to say the least. They could have sent anyone, but they decided that it was something that desperately needed to be done by them. It would have been a better job for a higher seraph instead of a lackey. Worst of all was the fact that Maron had started feeling accustomed to the new legs and tail almost immediately, as if they themselves were a demon.

With a sigh, they pinched their brow and focused on looking at the various signs in front of the buildings. A store popped up with a pair of scissors above the door burned onto a wooden surface along with a spool of thread. In the window, they could see a dress and a vest put up on mannequins. Maron supposed they could distract themselves with a bit of clothes shopping even if they were just there for a simple cloak. They entered the store, a bell ringing to let the shopkeeper know of their presence. There were clothes of every kind on the walls, along with a rack for boots that fit various builds and more. There was even a section with clothing that looked more fit for travel making them more confident that they could find what they were looking for. One of their hands trailed across the material of a dress, their heart fluttering for a second as they felt the softness sink to their digits. It was such a fine creation, at least, the material was fine. No demon could make such a thing. They then sighed as they reminded themselves that according to their knowledge entering this world demons could only destroy, and yet, they were standing in a store most likely run by a demon. Maron had to remind themselves that they were a superior creature, that they were an angel sent with a divine mission. There was no time to ponder what they had and had not been told, no time to look at beautiful mint-colored dresses either.

"By the look on your face, you're probably either very serious about fashion, or troubled." Came a voice from behind them.

The fur of their legs and tail stood on end as they yelped and turned around with a hand at their chest. What they saw was nothing to be frightened of. It was a stout black-furred rabbit of sorts sporting hybrid features with a tail similar to theirs but in black. His eyes were different shades of ringed lavender and violet. A vest with a long-sleeved shirt beneath it adorned his body along with trousers. Large hands were clasped together, a bright smile on his features. Right, a demon but a friendly one at that. Nothing to be scared of.

Maron breathed out, shoulders eased as they spoke, "Mostly troubled about how much I'm going to need to walk. I was wondering if this shop was in the habit of selling cloaks, and I got distracted by the finery."

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Troubled by how much you'll need to travel? Well, I can't really help with that, but I can help you get a cloak. None of the cloaks I have on offer at the front have many pockets or protections, but I have some in the back that might be your size. Might I take your measurements?"

When they nodded, the odd demon reached through the air, light crackling before he pulled out a roll of measuring tape. Ignoring that odd bit of magic, they took a step forward when he gestured and turned around. Round their shoulders, their neck, their arms, and more the tape went as the old demon hummed before muttering the numbers to himself. Maron figured that he wouldn't need to make note of it if he had been doing this for a long time. Still, did he need to take the measurements of their waist for a cloak of all things? His digits were also brushing along portions of their body barely protected by clothing, pressing and stopping before continuing their searching for places to measure. Maron nearly thought that this beast would take them right there. Truly, they knew nothing of demons, but what little they had been told early in their life spoke of demonic violence and lust, hungers mounting until mates were taken without consideration. Could this demon be sizing them up?

"Is it really necessary for you to take all of these measurements, I uh, don't think my thighs matter all that much." Said Maron with a sniff.

The tailor blinked, before rising while the tape slid off of their thigh. He brought it over his shoulder while beaming and chuckled, "True! I just get in the habit of taking every little measurement. The body is an interesting thing! My abnormalities aside, I might have a cloak just for you. Resistant to the elements, and has plenty of pockets on the inside."

Having their body called interesting brought a fluster to her face, not because they liked the attention, but rather they simply weren't accustomed to it. Angels kept to themselves for the most part and such a compliment or mention was a break in decorum. When they opened their mouth to say something, they noted that he had a fine forest green cloak in his arms. When had he brought that out? They had averted their eyes for a second. The demon had dimensional powers but did he have speed as well? It reminded Maron of the very fact that they needed to be careful in this world. Not only did they not know of demons in general, but they knew nothing of their true strength.

Attempting to act as normal as possible, they cleared their throat and asked, "Right, I should be able to pay whatever you want, uh."

Maron reached for a name at the back of their tongue that didn't exist, cursing their awkward nature before the shopkeeper spoke, "Cavamere is my name, and let's get you settled at the front then."

He turned tail and walked toward a small counter near the front of the store. The register popped as he tapped a few buttons and a number showed on a display along with a symbol they didn't recognize. Maron reached into their pocket, frowning as they remembered that the funds they had been given were only in the most expensive bills. Perhaps the demon could be convinced to help them out with that? From their pocket they produced a wallet, they opened it and fished through the bills trying to find one of lower value before giving up.

With a sigh, they set an indigo bill down on the counter, "I don't have much else than this. Can you break it? If not, just keep the change."

Cavamere froze for a second, the smile on his face locking up as he pinched the bill between two digits and brought it up to the light. His expression then finally broke to whistle, "Money from Pleia. I figure no one around these parts would ever know where this is from unless they were either from Pleia, or well-traveled. Makes sense why you looked so troubled if you're from the celestial realm."

Demons hated angels. Demons wanted to tear apart angels and use them for all sorts of awful things. That's what Maron had heard, what Maron had known. Nothing else had been told to them about the demons from this realm, so why should they believe anything else other than that? Cavamere might've seemed nice but they were still nothing but a base creature, a monster, a demon. Maron had to remain calm. Cavamere wasn't frothing at the mouth, but they had been sizing them up before, had been touching them in odd ways. Perhaps there was something that they couldn't see boiling beneath the surface, and perhaps their mind was just panicking a bit too much. Even if Cavamere somehow wasn't a wild beast, then there would be other demons that would tear them apart.

Clearing their throat, Maron opened their mouth to say something before realizing that they needed to select their words very carefully. A demon wasn't just going to let an angel go free, wasn't about to let this leverage loose and so they breathed out shakily, "I honestly was hoping that you wouldn't notice. I'd rather not have anyone else know what I am and where I'm from." Before Cavamere could respond, they reached down to unbutton their shorts with one hand while gulping, "So, I'm willing to make a deal."

The old shopkeeper raised a brow, head tilted as he answered with a hum, "You know, I was going to just tell you that currency around these parts is more about what the individual or shop yer at values. For me, I value all sorts of currency so I would have taken this without a problem, but now you're selling me your body?" Cavamere's smile returned again, stretching until he was showing fangs, "That is something even more valuable than your paper money, and I'm sure plenty of other demons would love having a chance at it."

Maron shuddered at that, the words striking their core. Disdain and fear bubbling within them along with an odd shivering sense of anticipation. Despite that, their voice remained firm, "Keep the money. Use my body. Do whatever you want with me, just don't reveal that I'm an angel."

"Ah, if that is how you want to play it then--" His eyes seem to glow just a bit, sharpening like the fine points of those fangs flashing on his grin before he simply chuckled, "Then you'll have to know I have no intention of revealing what you are."

They coughed, the breath they had been holding onto spilling as they asked, "Excuse me?"

Cavamere shrugged, "If you want to pay for the cloak with that paper and your body then go ahead, but what do I get out of telling everyone your secret? Really, I'm not one for gossip."

"Fine, but I'm not--" Their response came without thought before they registered what had been said, pausing for a moment. Maron then frowned and put their hands on the counter, "You expect me to believe that you're just going to let me walk out of here with that cloak whether I give you my body or not, without selling me out to a demon horde?"

The shopkeeper laughed, "Horde? That's one way to put it. If I said that you were an angel, most around here would probably just groan about having someone so stuck up around them before moving about their business. You'd get a few odd looks, but nothing more. What is it that you were expecting?"

When they thought about what they were expecting, Maron's cheeks burned before they cleared their throat and straightened, "You really expect me to believe that ravenous demons would just ignore an angel among them?"

Cavamere rolled his eyes, a smile still on his face as he rolled his wrist toward the door, "Tell me, did the demons you saw look ravenous to you? Were they snapping at one another and leaping at the chance for meat? Did you hear cries in the streets as the victims of demonic brutality bayed their songs?"

Their cheeks continued to get more flustered until they squeaked, "Enough! Yes, I understand that there is civilization here, and that what little knowledge I had on demons was wrong, but it cannot possibly be incorrect that demons and angels are polar opposites."

Finally, the shopkeeper nodded, arms crossed as he sighed, "Well, I must admit you're right about that. From what I've experienced, celestials are typically uptight. In particular, about sex. Meanwhile, you'll probably get used to seeing demons barter with their bodies if they don't have the right type of currency." The grin then returned to his features, "Then again, you were trying to do the very same, so perhaps you're already used to how things work."

Another hue of color was added to their cheeks as Maron breathed in deep, "Whatever. Carnal desires mean nothing to me." They then shut their eyes, shoulders sagging as they steeled themselves before speaking while fixing their gaze on Cavamere, "Okay. So, keep my angelic nature a secret and help me get a basic understanding of how things work around here. My body and the cash should suffice for that and the cloak, right?"

"Hah! Need my silence that badly, huh? All right. I suppose even if I convince you, the offer is tempting and information for fun sounds fair." Said the old shopkeeper while extending his hand.

Maron sighed and followed what decorum dictated, their hand taking his to squeeze gently, "Then we have a deal."

Cavamere's digits squeezed around Maron's hand, the pressure firm enough to keep them there, but not firm enough to hurt as he rumbled, "Then we have a deal, and to fae, demons and more; our word is law."

A shiver ran up their spine as they heard those words, as they felt the magic twisting through them. When he let go of their hand, Maron brought their arm back slowly and cleared their throat, "Right. Guess we should go someplace more private?"

"Ah? And why would we do that? I'd like to keep tending to the front, so I think I'd rather have our fun behind the counter." Said the old shopkeeper with a chuckle.

The heat that had been fading from their cheeks returned in full as they struggled to spit, "Fine! But tell me what I need to know while you're at it."

Maron began walking behind the counter with their arms crossed, tail twitching as Cavemere inclined his head, "Very well, since I'm so gracious, I'll not have my fun in full until you are satisfied with what you want to know."

Words froze at the back of their throat he grabbed their hips and brought them close, pointed claws flicking from his digits to press against the material of their shorts. Maron shivered, ignoring the fog gathering at the back of their head to begin, "What are the currencies here? What can you tell me about demons in general?" They then paused considering asking them if there were any dangerous weapons before realizing that would be a rather stupid question, instead deciding to end it with a sigh, "What sort of dangers roam beyond settlements?"

Letting him know that they were an angel was bad enough. There was no need to complicate things further by revealing the details of their mission and so, they would play the fool. Not that it was difficult considering just how ignorant they had apparently been. Cavamere explained that currency different from demon to demon and things worked on more of a bartering system. There were demons that accepted all forms of currency, and some that only accepted very few things based on their interests. Pelts and furs would interest a hunter or collector of such things, but would do nothing for the tinkerer next door who preferred gems. His digits groped around their rear as he added the detail that most would be willing to make a trade if Maron didn't have the particular currency they desired. Their body, for instance, would work as a fine currency seeing as most demons were not ashamed to say they were lustful creatures. Maron got to understand that fact very intimately as Cavamere tugged them close, digits sliding teasing through the waist of their shorts while he continued speaking. They couldn't trust whatever he said about demons, but the fact that there were more feral monsters roaming the wilds let them know that it wasn't as safe as it seemed. It was good to make note of, but Maron was having difficulty focusing on any of his words. His digits were squeezing harder, one set on their ass still while the other set moved around to grab their crotch. They couldn't help but double over as they felt the pressure sliding between their legs.

"Is that information satisfactory?" Came his voice purring at their ear.

They thought about pressing for more information, something significant, but they could barely think with those damnable digits of his pressing and squeezing. It must have been the magic of the deal, or some sort of foul influence. There was no way that they could be enjoying this at all. Their words failed them as Maron tried to signal that they wanted to know more, and so instead, they simply nodded. Cavamere's lips were on their own in a flash, mouths locked together, melding before parting to let his tongue into their mouth as their first kiss was stolen. Maron's heart thumped against their chest, their legs buckling not from any weight, but instead from the damnable heat growing in their head. It was a mire constantly pressing down on them until their limbs refused to listen to them. When their lips parted, Maron took a deep breath, body trembling as they searched their mind for any proper thought. How could they possibly think with this static dancing about in their mind, how could they even recover when his body was close to theirs?

Finally, Maron tried to open their mouth to say something, but froze again as they heard a zipper being pulled. They looked down to see the old shopkeeper's trousers undone and open at the fly, an equine shaft spilling out as he lowered his underwear. It grew with every twitch, their eyes wide as they took in every detail of that massive thing along with the heavy set of balls hanging over the underwear and just below that thick shaft. Their wrist was taken gingerly, not a spec of resistance offered from them as Cavamere brought their hand to the top of the shaft, his mouth planting kisses along their shoulder.

"A virgin?" Rumbled the old shopkeeper.

The warmth on their face washed through their body as they spoke quietly, "There wasn't ever a need to do this kind of thing in Pleia. No one would engage in such debauched behavior without purpose, and I didn't have a purpose in it."

Cavamere leaned in, hips pushing that thick thing against their hand while he muttered words to Maron's neck, "So that's why you came over here? To find a purpose to be ravaged and taken by the demons you thought to be so violent?"

Maron's body trembled as they tried to sound firm, "That is not the reason I came here. My purpose is my own, and I'd prefer it if you didn't ask about it."

They felt the tip of that growing shaft push against their belly, sliding up as Cavamere closed the distance between them entirely to chuckle in their ear, the sound sending sparks down their spine, "Fine, but in exchange, I don't have to be nice. Is that fine?"

Part of them wanted to tell Cavamere to be good to them. Maron could very well make that part of the deal and bind it by word, but instead, their voice came meekly, "Just do what you want."

Another kiss along the neck brought further weakness at their knees as his words danced along the skin, "Then let's start with you on your knees. We'll see how well you can use that ignorant mouth of yours, or at the very least how easy it is to teach you."

Cavamere stepped back and Maron fell to their knees, almost as if they couldn't stand up on their own. Honestly, they found it hard to remain upright at all but they wore a scowl as if to say that they were just doing this to get it over with. The scowl faded to a crooked expression as they spotted his cock hovering above their face before he pushed it against their cheek. Maron's shivering digits clutched his shaft, not sure if they should ask what they should be doing or if they should simply wait for the command. The old shopkeeper had said that they would be using their ignorant mouth for this. Did he mean that they should be putting their mouth on that sweaty thing? Up close, Maron could swear that it seemed larger than before, the length beaded with sweat.

A thumb passed along their cheek as Cavamere's words came far more gently than they had expected, "That's right, of course, a little pure thing like you wouldn't know. Put your tongue on my shaft, and I'll guide you."

So that was what he wanted. Maron frowned but they were bound by their word. They couldn't escape this, couldn't stop themselves from obeying, but a small part of them bubbled with curiosity and excitement. Slowly, Maron brought their lips to the side of the shaft before letting their tongue out. The warmth stained their tongue as digits at the back of their head looped through Maron's hair to guide them. Their tongue trailed down the base of the shaft, each bead of sweat adding an extra little prick of salt on their heated tongue. Maron was guided across every inch, the old shopkeeper muttering small instructions in between breathy sighs that trailed down their back. They followed each instruction, eyes half-lidded as they found themselves falling into a dream-like routine. To be used in such a manner was an insult to who they were, to what they were. Their purity had been threatened and already they could feel the corruption of this demon pushing them to enjoy every little moment of this sensation.

Maron's mouth soon moved to the balls as per instruction. Their tongue had taken to a sort of hypnotic rhythm as if they were in worshipping Cavamere's body. Such a thing was blasphemy to consider, but it wasn't their fault. Their mind was being poisoned by this air, this heat, the voice above them telling Maron that they were doing such a good job. It was just a demon's influence making it difficult for their angelic self to maintain purity. Again, they followed the instructions coming from the demon, lips taking one of those heavy orbs into their mouth to suckle gently while their hand trailed along that beautiful shaft. Beautiful? What were they thinking! It was a demon's cock. It should have been a thing of horror to them, but they found themselves hopelessly in love with it. Again, it must have been the influence of the foul creature above them; nothing else.

The warmth at their mouth and the throbbing heat in their hands suddenly faded as Cavamere stepped back. He dropped his trousers all the way and turned around, his tail wrapping around Maron's neck. Before they could question what was happening, their mouth was brought against his ass. This is where he wanted them to use their mouth next? Well, what choice did they have? They planted both hands on his rear and spread, mouth pressed to his puckered hole. Maron shuddered, remembering how it felt to lock lips with him, remembering how his tongue moved inside of their mouth. Slowly, they parted their lips to let their tongue out to drag against that puckered hole, letting it fall to the taint before coming back up to make out with his rear. Maron mimicked the motions of the kiss they had been given before, the groans of the old shopkeeper encouraging them to keep on going while the occasional chuckle furthered the heat spreading through their cheeks and body. The tail around their neck squeezed just a bit more as if to let them know there was no escape, but Maron's thoughts were completely devoid of that. This act had corrupted them entirely, their mind surrendering to pure debauchery as they kept on repeating within their thoughts that it was all just part of the deal. When they were finally allowed to pull away, a string of spittle connected their mouth to his rear, warm breaths coming out like steam from their lips.

Cavamere turned back to them and rumbled while tapping his cock against their cheek, "Open wide."

Their mouth opened without a second guess, tongue sticking out as they simply moved through the motions of honoring their word. That heavy shaft was set on their tongue, the tip leaving a trail of sticky pre that stained every inch of their tongue as Cavamere's cock slid into their mouth. Maron trembled as they felt the old shopkeeper's tool pushing further and further within their mouth, their lips closing over the shaft carefully. Every other inch pressed inside of their mouth caused them to gag, caused them to shudder as they found that massive thing far too much for them to handle. That being said, they did not push away, did not even put their hands on his thighs to brace themselves. Maron simply accepted that this was their place as part of the deal, and that the demon's influence had corrupted them already. Strong hands grabbed the side of their head as Cavamere began to thrust rather than slide his shaft inside of their mouth. The first thrust caught them off guard, body shaking as they were forced to take every inch until their nose was pushed against his crotch. It didn't take long for Cavamere to begin pounding into their mouth. Maron could only wonder how it would feel to have this inside of them for the first time. Such a thought brought their hands between their legs, but not to touch themselves, only to rest above their crotch in pure anticipation.

A few more thrusts and warmth gushed down into their throat. Each jolt and twitch of that massive shaft added another rope of thick seed that stained their insides. At some point, Cavamere pulled back just a bit to let the cum fall directly onto their tongue, forcing Maron to taste it in full before they swallowed. When Cavamere was done, they pulled out slowly, dragging his shaft along their tongue before it popped out of their mouth. They coughed before breathing in deep, tears at the edges of their vision from the strain of taking all of that into their throat.

Gentle digits cupped their cheek, Cavamere muttering, "Good little angel. Now, how about you get up and get out of those shorts? I'll be ready again in a moment."

Maron got up, a hand on the counter to steady themselves before they nodded. Once they could stand without support, Maron grabbed onto their shorts and tugged them. They bent over the counter, one hand tugging their one-piece out of the way while looking back at the shopkeeper with a frown, voice as firm as they could manage, "Use a condom at the very least."

Cavamere chuckled and dug their digits into fractaling light, pulling a condom from it. Before they had a chance to ask about the odd magic and what else he could pull from thin air, a set of digits slid up along their slit causing them to shudder and gasp. A single finger inched inside of their heat bringing a sharp pleasure through them as again, they found themselves struggling to stand. Cavamere was at their back soon enough, leaning over them, shaft brushing along their thigh and twitching back to full-length bit by bit. Another digit slid inside, both moving at a quicker pace while Cavamere rumbled to signal his hunger. They shut their eyes as they found the sensations pouring over them to be far too much to handle. Maron tried to steady their breathing but a third finger caught them off guard, a groan rolling from their mouth as they clutched onto the counter to keep themselves from slipping. Finally, the digits inside of them stopped moving and pulled out one, by one.

For a moment, they could breathe easy, but perhaps this was more stimulating in some ways. There was nothing inside of them at the moment, but they could hear Cavamere shuffling behind them, could feel the fully erect shaft sliding away from their thigh to get into position. Maron tensed at the sound of the condom's wrapper being torn, the anticipation quaking through them. Soon, they felt the tip of the old shopkeeper's shaft pressing against their heat, easing against it, prodding the shallows. He was taking his damn time with the process. It was almost enough to make them cry out for him to just slam it all inside already, but they remained at peace. They jolted just a bit as they felt their insides get stretched open, the outer lips of their heat parting for him. Strong hands gripped their hips to keep them in place. Maron might have fallen if not for that strong grip, might have broken down as they felt that thick shaft slowly sliding inside of them. Each inch brought into their pussy added another electric shudder through their system that ended up at their head where static gathered. They tried to contain themselves as much as they could, but before long, they were sighing and moaning, wanting more but never saying the words. Cavamere got the message, or at least, they thought he did as he pushed just a bit faster to keep on putting more of that thick thing inside of them. Claws moved up their side and up to their neck, grabbing hold gingerly while the demon's breath brushed along their shoulder. Just one more push rough enough to jolt them forward, and every inch of Cavamere's cock was rooted within them. Each throb sent signals of pleasure and a light soreness to their mind. Maron tried to get used to it, but Cavamere began to move far before that could ever happen.

At first, Maron still had the hope of adjusting due to the pace. It was a gentle rhythm passing in and out of them, hips squishing against their rear with every push. The digits at their neck squeezed gingerly, the demon's groans touched with a growl that sent shivers down their spine. Maron could handle this pace, could handle the feeling of that thick thing passing deep inside of their pussy before sliding out again and again at a steady pace. They tried to push themselves up to keep some sort of dignity, but their hands gave in, their body only held up by the hand at their neck as Cavamere's movements began to gain speed. Each thrust that had been so gentle before now carried more weight, carried more strength as the stout demon behind them thrust in deep. His hips now crashed against their ass, each push sending another slap out into the shop that echoed against the walls near behind them. Their moaning as well had increased in pace, their gasps and cries unable to be held in at all as they whimpered for more. Cavamere gripped onto their neck just a bit tighter, just enough to let them feel the strength behind that hold while their insides were constantly plowed. Maron had never experienced something like this, never had the chance to even think that they would get to know such pleasure. The pressure budding within their body crashed against their senses, the excitement, the constant grind of that thick thing inside of them, and the situation itself culminating in a tightening of their insides. Their orgasm struck their gut hard, pussy squeezing like a vice on Cavamere's shaft while Maron's legs closed as tight as they could manage.

Finally, their neck was released and they were allowed to rest their cheek on the cool wood of the counter. Their mouth hung open while they breathed in and out, their heart thumping wildly against their chest. Cavamere slipped out for a moment and in their hazy vision, they spotted the condom being tossed right where they could see it. Of course, he would, came Maron's thoughts while a crooked smile grew across their features. Demons were demons, right? They were foul and evil creatures who did what they wanted to corrupt pretty little angels like them. Maron then moaned at the corrupted and beautiful equine shaft spreading them open wide, the heat more intense than before, the throbbing more easily felt as it slipped in deeper and deeper. Their hips were seized and squeezed on as if they could ever escape, their pussy plowed as Cavamere's strong hips moved back and forth like a wild beast's. Their body was jolted forward until their thighs were pushed against the edge of the counter, their eyes growing hazy as they cried out their corrupted pleasure. One last push, one last thrust kept Cavamere inside of them as deep as possible, hot cum filling them to the brim with each twitch bringing another load that they had not expected to be so thick. The flared tip seemed to grow, seemed to pulse as more seed spilled into them until it was finally finished. Cavamere then slowly pulled out of them, his digits stroking over their sides as they raised their hips just a bit, shuddering as the tip of his cock came free of their pussy with a wet pop.

Cavamere leaned over their back and kissed their ear, arms wrapping around them while he muttered, "I've got a shower in the back you could use, but only if we can do this again sometime."

Maron shuddered. Their mind clearing as they found an answer quite easily, "Of course."

It was an hour or so later when Maron stepped out of the back fully dressed and looking somewhat dignified. Two digits from their hand came up to touch their cheek. They had seen that their eyes had changed, the orange and purple swathed in circles similar to the shape of Cavamere's pupils. Oddly enough, they accepted the corruption without much complaint. If anything, it would serve as a reminder every time they looked in a mirror. Cavamere was standing at the front ringing up a customer who had paid in what appeared to be knives. They hadn't thought Cavamere was literal when he said that he accepted all currencies, but they supposed that this was proof. A wince touched their expression as they took a step, a sore pang echoing through them as a sweet reminder of what had happened. With a breath, they waited until the customer was gone and walked up to the front to take their turn.

"Feeling better?" Asked Cavamere with a small smile.

A smile touched their features rather than a frown, eyes half-lidded and tired as they sighed, "A bit. I lost myself quite a bit there, and I suppose you could have done much more to me." They then hugged their arms, tail curled around their waist while they sighed, "I'm not so foolish that I don't realize you could have literally done anything to me and I might've been okay with it."

Cavamere passed a claw along the air, digits slipping through a crack in the dimension before they pulled out the cloak, and what appeared to be a satchel, "I found myself getting quite a bit overzealous as well, so please accept my apology with this extra addition to our deal."

Maron blinked, taking the cloak around their shoulders before looking at the satchel, noting that it was full of something, "This satchel is...It's too much isn't it? I don't need you to pack a lunch for me."

"Yes, I don't need to, but I figured you could use a little more than just a cloak. If not from me, then you would have to go to other shopkeepers and perhaps finds that they care very little about paper money." Said Cavamere with a shrug.

The smile on their face turned a bit brighter as they slung the satchel over their shoulder, "Thank you, Cavamere. Hopefully, we meet again someday."

With that said, Maron and Cavamere shared a wave before they departed. They stepped back out into the streets while breathing out. That demon had been a corrupter, their first time, a trickster at heart most likely. At the same time, he had been helpful and polite for the most part. He was a testament to what demons were and that what they had been taught as a child was wrong. If that were the case, what else was a lie? Maron pushed those thoughts away and closed the cloak around their body tight for comfort before moving. Better not to think, just keep going.