Thread: My Demon Girlfriend (Alpha and Sigr)

Mhra stepped into the classroom with confidence, her connection to the one she was seeking making it easier to find him, even if she had to ask people for directions along the way. Her jeans were about to burst, barely holding her bountiful flesh while black frilly lingerie peeked over the low waistline. Her generous chest softly swung as she climbed over his desk, contained in a white top that showed both her fit midriff due to it's shortness and hinted to a black bra through its material. Mhra's styled fiery red hair shone bright as the hungry emeralds she had for eyes sparkled at the sight of Mike. Grasping him by the collar, she took advantage of his mouth, open in both surprise and disbelief, to jam her tongue in. Forceful and noisy, Mhra's tongue reached where no tongue should, her plush lips cushioning against his, melding both of them in a kiss as short lived as it was intense. Oh, this was going to be funnier than expected. Another boring day in the nether levels of Hell. Sure Mhra had plenty of victims to torture, many souls to play with, but it wasn't the same. Her expertise was the physical world, the realm of those sweet mortals. It had been a while since the last time she visited it, her behavior punished by grounding her in the most dull of tasks, away from the pleasures and excitement of the levels above, not to mention Earth itself. Perhaps if she did as little noise as possible and behaved, the ones in charge would let her go back to the tasks she was made for? If not, she wouldn't hold for much longer and would start to look for an exit herself, even if possessions were a disgusting affair, at least that way she could feel the touch of flesh again. With a sigh, Mhra felt something different, a tingle, almost like bells rattling in her ears. Getting goosebumps, she finally understood what was going on, but she couldn't quite believe it. A summoning? Who was so knowledgeable and powerful as to reach those depths of Hell? It was something strange only made weirder and weirder by the target of their invocation, a Succubus that shouldn't even be there to begin with. Accepting the odd chance as something way more interesting than to be there for who knew how long, Mhra not only didn't offer any resistance, but tried to help, pushing her power along the conduit, her eyes shining green. It seemed that the link was going to break, but as suddenly as it started, Mhra instantly knew she wasn't in hell anymore, suddenly pulled from it to land... where? It was some kind of wooden attic, the house of a mortal no doubt, but far from the stony dungeon she expected. Things were thrown around, probably in the chaos of what transpired, as Mhra stood on a somewhat erased summoning circle. A crystal ball rolled to her feet, as she stood curious , picking it in one hand as the other rested on her naked, wide hip. Her sight soon rested on the strangely dressed man on the ground where the crystal ball came from, so Mhra approached him, tail swishing on the air, her little wings flapping excited. Mhra kind of expected some wizened old mystic whose lewd mind wanted to summon something than his body would nowhere be able to handle, but instead she found a pretty normal and young boy. Looking around, she made sure no one else was there, so he had to be the one that brought her to the Earth. The boy seemed dazed, perhaps exhausted by the experience, so Mhra crouched in front of him, her legs open in an uncouth manner befitting her. Reaching for his face with one hand, she still hold the crystal ball with the other, wanting to take a better peek at him when she noticed he was waking up. Aren't you too young to be a Warlock? she asked, her voice a thread of silk, a wandering finger poking around his face and chest.