Thread: Magical Faux Pas (TheEndOfNothing&Dreamless)

Maya's instincts proved accurate, as the alleyway she entered was indeed occupied by the demon she was in the midst of 'feeding' even now, having shoved a prostitute up against the filthy alley wall. The human's bottoms were around her ankles, her thighs spread as she squeaked and gasped, hips rocking back eagerly against a pair of skilled fingers that filled her cunt and teasingly circled her clit the demon always cautioned her playthings to keep quiet, preferring to avoid unwanted interruptions. Still, she sensed the approach of a magical presence a few minutes before Maya arrived on the scene, and her first thought was to beat a hasty retreat, find one of the sanctuaries where would-be heroes wouldn't be capable of sensing her power... but such thoughts fled when the hero in question slipped into the alleyway. It was too dark for Maya to see the demon or her little victim, but with her busty frame backlit by the streetlights and occasional passing car, Marella had a nice, clear view of the approaching woman... and the faint glimpse of her unusually colored hair made it quite clear who she was. The big-breasted whore that had handled the brutish onslaught of Mathias so well... Oh, now this was a fascinating little twist. Marella's fingers slowed in their frantic little frenzy, and the woman so neatly wrapped around them whined softly, her hips pushing back in wordless need as she clearly sought more. Another night, sweet thing, she cooed in the woman's ear, and when the mortal gave another soft, tortured whimper, the demon murmured a soft, teasing 'awwww,' her flawless pearly whites nipping and marking at the prostitute's shoulder. There, there, I promise that on our next meet, I shall more than make up for the interruption... now, you should get back to where you were before someone starts to miss you. Off you go. So it was that Maya would spot the prostitute before anything else, wandering down the alley from the opposite direction the woman looked to be a bit of a wreck, her thick mascara stained with tears, drying drool still oozing down the corner of her mouth, and her clothing clearly tugged on in a haphazard manner. She only seemed to notice the heroine when they came within a few feet of each other, and when her pale blue eyes finally glanced the teen's way, she gave a moanless little moan and started to approach, arms out for an embrace... but then she snapped out of it, the look she gave Maya seeming a little confused before she finally passed the heroine and continued on down the alley. What wasn't so easy to spot was the faint shadow that followed just in the woman's wake, but before Maya's senses could warn her that she wasn't along, the soft, yielding press of busty flesh slid against her back, accompanied by a pair of slender arms that snaked around her waist. The chill night air was almost immediately replaced by the stifling body heat that radiated from the demon, and the air thickened as her sensual aura filled it. My my, a lost little hero, wandering straight into my web... Her breath was sweet and seemed to smell faintly of caramel, the warmth of it blowing into Maya's ear as one of her hands lifted. Long, sharp nails began to slowly trace a path down the heroine's busty chest, teasing the skin along her cleavage as she cooed I've heard wondrous things about you, little hero... rumor has it that you've this open, free woman buried just beneath the surface of your adolescent naivete, yearning to be freed. That big brute who spoke of you was able to drag it, kicking and screaming, from between your lips, but I think you'll find that there are far more enjoyable ways of... blossoming into your full potential. Her hands had shifted to Maya's nearly impossible costume top now, slender but strong fingers slowly kneading the heroine's heavy breasts as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the girl's earlobe, suckling with a delighted little moan. Her grip lacked the sheer physical might of Mathias, and in theory the teen could have pulled herself from the grasp with little difficulty. But with the demon's libido-tormenting charms pushing hard on the girl's mental resistance- no time finding quite the toehold in the guilty, erotic memories of her recent rape- the most important question was whether the heroine would even want to escape.