Rodney always considered his life to be close to perfect. He had a well-paying job, a pretty good house, and a generally comfortable lifestyle. He never thought that things might get better or change so drastically. That is, until he met Robyn. It all started on one quiet, summery afternoon in the middle of June. Rodney had spent the better half of the week working himself to the bone, and finally have something to show for it-- that is, a couple of days off in a row where he could truly relax...or, during those days, indulge in his desires. Rodney was a man who kept a lot of things to himself; he enjoyed and preferred to keep his private life just that, and to that end, the object of his usual attraction-- cubs, namely-- was also a secret to everyone around him. On his days off, however, he got the opportunity to scout...and fantasise. Was it a little creepy? Yes, but he kept it to himself. Sitting in the park was humbling, and he had been enjoying the summertime, and the occasional giggling cub, for a couple of hours when he was interrupted. To his right, a young girl sat down on the bench beside him and affixed him with a penetrating, intense stare that even made the cub-loving squirrel feel a little squeamish. In his loose polo shirt and khaki pants, the man adjusted himself in his seat and instinctively reached up to smooth down his well-trimmed, neatly-kept dark auburn hair. It parted down the middle in a hairstyle one might have seen on a student council president in their youth; Rodney simply liked the style. "Hello there, little girl." Rodney was used to being polite and friendly; he sucked up to his boss often enough for him to be used to it. The kid sitting beside him looked to be a wolf, considering her canine features and the typical black and white fur pattern on her body-- he would have mistaken her for a husky, were it not for her straight, thick tail. Her blue eyes were bright and curious, but the most intriguing and interesting part about her was her hair: it was a rich reddish colour, in stark comparison to her monochrome fur. She sat in an otherwise unassuming pink skirt and blue T-Shirt...pretty typical for a kid her age, which he guessed to be about 8 or 9. "Hey, Mister." The girl beamed and batted her eyelashes in a particularly innocent way, and the squirrel's insides twisted with a mixture of excitement and amusement. His thick, bushy tail flicked and danced left and right before he shuffled and relaxed in his seat some more-- honestly, he was worried she might have said something inappropriate, or had twigged onto why he was just out here sitting and admiring the eye candy. He was lucky that she was just as innocent as she looked...at least, that's what he thought. "Is there something you need from me?" He asked her politely enough, and her happy expression became abruptly crestfallen, and she looked away. He was momentarily startled by that face, but kept his expression unchanging. "I, um..." She began tentatively, before looking back up at him with the epitome of a 'puppy dog eyed' expression. "I can't find my mom. Can you help me?" "Oh," Rodney wasn't cut out for babysitting, despite his disposition, but he also didn't want to regret not helping a kid in distress. "It's okay, I'll help you. What's your name?" "Robyn." "Robyn. Do you know if your mom's still at the park?" When he asked, she dipped her gaze back down and looked down at her hands, shaking her head and sniffling. Crying kids were the worst kind to deal with, and in the pits of Rodney's stomach, he felt a sensation uncoiling, as if a snake lying in wait was eager to come out. He metaphorically batted it down. "She said she had something important to do, so we couldn't be here long, but..." She sniffled again and wiped her eyes. "That was so long ago!" "It's okay, calm down," Rodney assured her as his mouth went dry. "Why don't we...go back to my place, and I can call somebody? Maybe even your mom, if you know your home number?" "Really?" She looked up at him with wide, teary eyes and he pushed down the aching desire that swirled within him at the sight of her. He nodded along to her words and rose from his seat, making a gesture with his hand. "I don't live too far away," He assured her. "A couple of minutes, if that." "Okay." She seemed keen on the idea and she wiped her face, pulling herself to her feet. Rodney instinctively reached out to grab her hand but she didn't seem to want to at first, so he withdrew it. After a moment or two, however, she purposefully reached up to grab his fingers and gingerly held her hand as he led her down the park path. No one batted an eye at the mid-20s squirrel walking with the canine, despite their difference in species-- Rodney put a great deal of effort into keeping an unassuming appearance, and he was liked by many, so it was no surprise that it wasn't a red flag to anyone. Rodney wasn't lying when he said his house wasn't that far away; true to his word, they only walked a short distance past the park, heading into the more residential side of town, until they stopped outside a medium-sized house in a suburban neighbourhood. Rodney made a point of briskly walking the girl up the path to his porch, not wanting his neighbours to spy on him-- he didn't live in a gated neighbourhood, but he knew that the families who lives on either side of him had kids around Robyn's age. They also knew he had no children to speak of; he had no doubt they'd be nosy if they spotted her. The squirrel man quickly scooted her beneath the overhang of his porch and fumbled through the pocket of his khakis to find his keys. It didn't take long for him to slip it into the lock and the door swung open-- with a hand, he ushered her inside and shut it behind them, before anyone could see her enter his home. The interior was...quiet and quaint. Everything inside was the epitome of a fairly modern 21st-century house, befitting that of someone with a middle-class lifestyle. The architecture wasn't quite minimalistic; the majority of the furniture was vibrant but dark colours, and the glimpse of the kitchen that the girl could see from the hallway, at the far end, had mostly dark wood doors and a speckled marble surface. Rodney had no real intention of letting her go beyond the living room, however, and with a gesture he more or less ordered her through a door on the left-hand side of the hallway, directly opposite the stairs to the upper floor. She followed his instructions without complaint and padded further into the house, and he soon followed after her. There wasn't much to note about Rodney's living room; he had all the important things such as a couch, a coffee table and a TV mounted to the wall, and the curtains were drawn so that the light of the sun outside was forced to filter through the thin fabric. Robyn plopped herself unceremoniously down onto the couch and sat mostly on the edge, her fingers playing with the soft black fabric. On a shelf on the adjacent wall to the entranceway sat a phone in a holster, and Rodney plucked it from the charger and joined her. His stomach twisted and his heart hammered in glee; this was ultimately the perfect opportunity, wasn't it? No one knew she was here, he had been careful to get her inside quickly...for all intents and purposes, he could do whatever he wanted to her if she was quiet about it. The temptation was suffocating and Rodney could feel his mind growing hazy with a mixture of eager lust and swimming lewd thoughts as he palmed the phone around in his hands. "Here," He pushed his desire down and instead suffocated it with the caring feelings of a man looking out for a vulnerable child. "Can you punch in your parent's number?" He held out the phone to her, but his brow furrowed in confusion when she seemed reluctant to take it. She fidgeted in her seat as if she had something to say and the squirrel leant forwards, tilting his head to the side and examining her face. Her lower lip wobbled a little as if she was nervous, but when she sat up there was a distinctive confidence to her posture. Rodney spent enough time quietly observing people to see the signs, and a chill ran up his spine when her gaze flicked in his direction, and their eyes met. "Mister..." She mumbled with a wide-eyed expression, before her muzzle stretched into a grin. "You want to have sex with me, don't you?" It was at that moment that Rodney realised she was no ordinary girl. It was those eyes, wide with faux innocence, that threw him off the most-- her supple wolf body, girlish curves, all matched that of a kid fitting her age, but those eyes...there was something mature about them. Something inhuman. "What..." Rodney began, but he couldn't seem to find the words to express what he was feeling. He watched as the cub moved, sliding backwards on the couch and brushing her red hair from around her shoulders as she cocked up one leg, turning to face him. Her leg slid along the couch and she lifted the other in turn, stretching them out in front of her. The two of them had been sitting reasonably close together, and the girl didn't hesitate to push her plantigrade heels against his leg, her toes curling and the beans of her paws pressing down against his khaki pants. The squirrel was frozen in his seat, both screaming internally with eager desire and also logically confused-- what was she doing, someone so young as her? The man's gaze flicked down as her legs began to move again. She swung her paw to the side and spread herself a little bit, moving one leg to the side whilst keeping the other in place. The canine leant back and used one hand to prop up her young, 8-year-old body as the other trailed down her front, deliberately teasing the visibly horny man as her digits danced over her clothes down and down to her skirt. Rodney's gaze transfixed itself on what potentially lay beneath, but the girl had no intention of hiding it; she raised the front of the skirt up, and Rodney's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her soft little mound, the outline of it visible beneath a pair of girlish, form-fitting pink panties. "Do you like what you see, mister?" She asked with a peculiarly sultry voice that made Rodney's fur stand on end, less so from any kind of unease and more from sheer, unbridled, aching desire. He couldn't stop himself from shuddering just a little in his seat and she flexed one paw against his leg, deliberately gripping with her toes. His gaze darted down towards it and raked over the shape of her paw and those cute little claws. "I, uh..." He began awkwardly, unsure what to say or do. Rodney wasn't the kind of person to repress his interest in cubs-- in fact, he embraced it pretty easily-- but that didn't mean he was keen to take advantage when the opportunity arose. He was admittedly rather nervous, and predominantly suspicious. The paranoid part of him wondered if her advances were part of a ploy to single him out-- perhaps, any moment now, the authorities would kick down his door. Yet, the more time went off, the less it seemed likely and the more impatient the girl became. "Come on," She complained, hiking her skirt up even more and trailing a finger across the soft outline of her young pussy. "Don't you want to?" "Oh...I do. Very much." Rodney murmured, yet he couldn't will his body to move. Instead, he watched as Robyn scooted forwards a little on the couch, using a hand to steady herself, as her heel and by extension her leg slipped over Rodney's own. She curved her leg and ankle inwards and Rodney sucked in a breath when the sole of her paw pressed to his crotch. It was small and delicate, but also peculiarly just the right size; those white toes curled down against his clearly firm, achingly hard package and within the confines of his khakis his cock pulse, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. He inevitably raised his hand and brushed his fingers against her bare leg, up towards her knew, and the hum that escaped her spurred him on somewhat. The squirrel didn't need any further encouragement from her, and he slowly drifted his other hands towards his crotch, worming it between her curling toes so that he could tug and loosen the button that held his khakis together at the front. When it came free, his pants parted easily and he slid his hand along towards the hip, worming his way out of them and revealing the fairly simple boxers beneath, reddish in colour. She withdrew her leg just enough for him to wrestle with the little button at the front, and he reached inside to yank his member free-- 7 inches of amply-sized, thick humanoid cock pulsed free from within the confines of his clothes, and a tender sigh escaped Rodney's lips, his body tingling with pleasure. It's not like he hadn't masturbated recently; it was merely the situation before him, his first time with such a young cub, that was making him dizzy with lust and pleasure. With his cock fully on display, Robyn made her move. The wolf curled her leg back inwards and watched the man's expression as he pressed the warmth of her paw to his cock, in particular the underside. It clearly looked awkward for her ankle to be angled like that, and Rodney could see that Robyn felt the same, for she slowly shifted her paw around until he pushed the side of his member. She stretched her paw out, pressing her toes and pawpad firmly against his cock and pushing the member to the side; in response, Rodney's cock surged and stiffened, as if fighting to get back to an upright angle. The combination of the pressure and his tensing member caused him to shudder, and his groan seemed like music to her ears; in response, she curled and angled her toes as best she could, trying to please him fairly simply, but subtly. "Oh fuck..." He mumbled, leaning back and closing his eyes. He wanted to desperately to reach out and grab the girl and just ravage her, but he found himself unable to; he wasn't even sure if it was of his own doing. Each little curl of her toes sends spikes of pleasure up his spine and his hand grips a little tighter around her leg as his cock pulsed and throbs under her assault. Pre-cum readily oozed from the tip of his member and the squirrel subtly shifted in his seat, steadily turning to face her so that he could better enjoy the feel of her touch, from whatever limb it may be. Sensing his desire, Robyn brings her other paw towards his crotch, and Rodney gasped when he felt the warmth of two paws on his cock, pressing from both sides. After a moment, Rodney sagged his head forwards and opened his eyes and stare lustfully down at the wolf girl's bent, curled paws, and a surge of intense, unshakable desire rushed through him at the sight of her cradling his thick cock up against her pawpads, with her toes curled delicately around his length. She moved her paws up and down with a certain degree of experience and he marvelled at how much of a natural she was at stimulating him, almost as if she'd done it before. The look in her eyes are strangely mature, and under her lewd assault, Rodney found his conviction and unease wavering. Where his anxiety about this all being a ploy receded, his lust for the girl grew, and that manifested in the form of more ample, oozing dribbles of pre-cum. "Mister, you're making a mess." Though her words sounded like she was complaining, her tone was the opposite. She had a look in her eyes that sparkled and glinted with her own desire-- she wanted this as much as him, of that Rodney was certain. He reached out for her, brushing his hands up her legs and towards her knees before he curled them around beneath her legs and pulled, ushering them apart so he could settle himself within them. Robyn, however, had other ideas. As her legs spread, she scooted herself forwards against him, closing the short distance between them on the couch, before she reached up to his chest, her fingers curling around his T-Shirt. He expected her to pull him in, but he was surprised when she instead pushed, coaxing him backwards-- he didn't argue with her and, with a sly smile and a loss of inhibitions and worries, he laid back against the couch at her whim. The comfort of the cushion beneath him mattered little in the grand scheme of things; most of his attention was on the girl now straddling his body, and he reached up to put his hands on her 8-year-old hips, his thumbs roaming across her skirt before sliding down to slip beneath. Unsurprisingly, she didn't stop him-- in fact, she was receptive to his touch and deliberately squirmed, pushing the warmth of her young, panty-covered pussy against his twitching cock, sandwiching the length between her mound and his own stomach. Robyn wordlessly shifted her hips back and Rodney mostly sensed what she wanted, for his fingers trailed up her hips to the waistband of her panties beneath the skirt, and with a little tug, he slipped them past her hips, wanting to get access to what lay beneath-- so eager was he for what lay hidden that his cock wildly twitched and throbbed beneath her, oozing dribbles of pre-seed onto his own stomach fur. As he tugged and pulled, the young wolf reached around her back and unclipped her skirt so it could easily fall around her, and one swift tug to the side had the clothing falling off her completely to reveal the panties beneath in their entirety. The squirrel's gaze fixated entirely on her plump little pussy, but the panties were still in the way; regardless, he looked flustered and felt irrevocably turned on. Robyn deliberately kneaded against his cock and an involuntary groan escaped him, filled with fervent desire and need. "Rip them." She demanded of him, and he didn't need any more encouragement than that. He pulled at the panties on both sides of her and relished the way the fabric tore under his strong grip, shredding around the legholes and falling limp between them. He pulled at it to slide it out from between their flesh and he shuddered when the warmth of her young cunt pressed to the length of his cock, slick with pre-cum. She felt decidedly moist as well, or perhaps it was just his own imagination-- regardless, as he squirmed his hips and she ground against him, he wanted nothing more than to pop himself inside her and pump her until she was full...and thankfully, she had the same idea. She slid all the way to the tip of his member and put a hand on his chest, steadying herself as another delved down between them, squirming around until her fingers met with the head of his cock. He sucked in a breath and gasped, and just for a fraction of a second, he was sure her eye colour changed from those sparkling blue hues to a glittering, sinister red. Any suspicion he had was quickly quashed when he felt the tight, intoxicating warmth of the cub's tight entrance against the head of his cock. Rodney resisted the urge to thrust up into her and instead let her take the lead, which she was more than happy to; she lifted her lower torso up as she squirmed and pushed down, slowly but surely easing his amply sized cock into her disparagingly small pussy. Deeper and deeper it went, and as it started to fill her up she adjusted her angle, raising herself up until she was mostly sitting upright once more. Rodney got a clear and arousing view of her spread lips and the way his cock was stuffed deep into her, but she only really gave him a couple of seconds to admire it before she abruptly and roughly plunged down, taking the rest of his cock in one fell swoop. Rodney sucked in a harsh breath and sat up ever so slightly, groaning and grasping his fingers around her soft, girlish waist. He could see the way his cock bulged her stomach, making it protrude and swell with the size of his member, and her squeezing, spasming inner walls felt like pure heaven. He rolled his head back and loosened his grip on her hips, relishing the way she writhed a little top him before rolling her hips, massaging his cock inside her-- she felt needy and horny, just as much as him, and the thought of it turned him on even more. He needed to look at her again, not for his own anxiety of hurting her, but out of pure lust, out of a need to imprint the sight in his mind so he could replay it over and over. When he raised his head to look at her, however, he was met with a peculiar sight; he thought he'd been mistaken at first, when he'd seen her red eyes before, but now that he was settled there with her atop him, he was sure she wasn't as ordinary as she had first appeared. Those red eyes had returned, but that wasn't all-- he could see two little bumps atop her head hidden within her fur, barely visible, and they shimmered, disappearing in places as if they didn't really exist. Rodney liked to keep himself calm in the face of anything, but the sight of the supernatural phenomenon before him was enough to shake him up, if only a little. If he had to guess, the pleasure she felt made her composure waver and allowed those weird traits to seep through. Robyn's gaze abruptly met his and a chill ran up her spine when that reddish glint in her eyes hardened, as if she sensed he'd noticed. To his surprise, however, she merely lidded her eyes and leant forwards, putting her small hands on his chest and slowly lifting her backside up. She withdrew atop him, and the clinging of her tight lips made him tense and gasp, his gaze locked with hers. She hovered up to around the halfway mark and slowly slid her lower torso down, pressing her head to his chest and obscuring her face from his gaze. Once again, doubt was cast on what he'd seen, and when Robyn thrust her hips down and pressed her pelvis down to his crotch again, taking his cock in one fell swoop, his lust drowned out any suspicion he had. Another groan escaped him, filled with pleasure, and his hands curled around to grasp her ass and squeeze, spreading the cheeks with his greedy fingers as he gently pushed his hips up, kneading against her. She felt so warm and tight that it was hard to focus. Her movements were short and methodical, but oh so exquisite; each little squirm of her rising and falling hips had Rodney tensing beneath her as eager spikes of pleasure shot up his spine and spread across his body, making the skin beneath his auburn fur tingle with heat and desire. He kept those young cheeks spread and admired the way he could feel the muscles clench under his firm grip, almost like they were fighting against his touch, but her squeezing innards and the gentle whimpers against his chest told a different story. The unfortunate fact of the matter was how close he was; he'd been dreaming of this moment for years, and he knew he wasn't going to last long, even if the situation wasn't quite what he'd envisioned in his mind. The pressure in his loins made it clear how good it felt, there was no denying it; in his fervent earnest, he pushed up again and felt those inner walls clamp down like a vice, gripping to every intruding inch of his cock. He wanted more, but his cock could only go so deep. If he wasn't careful, he'd bust before he realised it. "G-Good girl..." Rodney mumbled. "Fuck-- uh, 'daddy's' gonna cum, kid..." The words escaped him before he could stop himself, and though he cringed slightly at his horny talk, the girl's delicate, almost eager whimpers spurred him on. She wiggled her ass left and right and he grasped her ass firmly, lifting her up on his cock as he tugged his hips back, before he thrust up into her over and over, his balls jiggling and bouncing with each lust-driven thrust. His heavy breaths turned into short, clipped moans as the pressure within him grew fiercer and tighter, and he sucked in a breath when he felt both it and his pleasure reach an uncomfortable, unbearable peak. His impending orgasm was accentuated by the suddenly wetter, more audible sounds of his cock pistoning back and forth inside her tight cunt, and his gripping hands trembled with the physical exertion of holding her up in combination with his powerful thrusts. His moans turned into harsh, manly grunts as his hair, dishevelled from sweat and his laboured movements, got in the way of his eyes. He scrunches his face up and his muzzle wrinkled as, with a shuddering sigh and a long, stress-releasing moan, he loosened his grip on her ass and pulled her down as he plunged up, burying himself inside her. His balls tucked up against his taint and his member throbbed and surged, the stiff muscle of the underside of his cock flexing with each eager, vivid spurt of his orgasm. The best part wasn't the blissful pleasure of climaxing in her, nor was it the way she clung to his shirt and nuzzled against his chest, nor was it even her tender whimpers of approval-- it was her needy, horny squeezing around his cock as he bust, the way her inner walls practically milked his cock that he enjoyed the most. It felt like his pleasure was doubled, perhaps even tripled, by the mere insinuation and wordless confirmation of her enjoyment and consent; the mere fact alone that she wanted to fuck him as he'd wanted to pump her cute little cunt full of cum added to it all and bathed him in a near-ethereal feeling of pure, unbridled bliss. He sank down into the couch cushions as the rush of dopamine washed over his features and buzzed down his body, leaving him tingling with happiness and physical exhaustion. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and sleep, and his once greedy hands slid from her cheeks and up her body, stroking along her back to keep her close-- it was a natural reaction after burying himself completely inside her, and he was immeasurably pleased when she made no effort to move and stayed cuddled against him, sliding her muzzle up and down as she nudged and nuzzled against his masculine chest. "You like that, sweetie?" Rodney asked in a husky, dipped tone, and her hum of approval made his stomach twist and his cock twitch. After a few moments, however, she started to move, lifting herself up and pushing her hands against his chest to steady herself as she rose, though her limbs visibly wobbled. He slid his arms out from around her so she could rise, and watched as she straightened into an upright position, looking as normal as when he'd first seen her-- maybe his eyes had been playing tricks on him. The squirrel but on his lower lip with his significant incisor overbite as his gaze raked down her body, admiring the bulge in her stomach and the visibly gooey, fluid-splattered entrance of her pussy, his cock still buried deep inside. Robyn sagged to the side and Rodney instinctively raised his legs up, and she rested an elbow on one of his cocked knees. Rodney still kept his gaze down to her pussy, and his hands instinctively stroked her sides. "Mmh...looks like I found a good servant this time." Rodney's gaze flicked upwards, and he was sure this time that his eyes weren't deceiving him. Scarlet red eyes stared down back at him, framed by a sly smile and billowing reddish hair, brimming with power. The 8-year-old girl raised her hand and and pinkish glow of energy rose from her fingers, shimmering with a luminescence that Rodney found strangely beautiful, but dangerous. She slipped her other arm from his knee and reached down to the hem of his shirt, suddenly lifting it up to expose his white-furred stomach with auburn outer edges, and on instinct Rodney reached out to grab her wrist-- at least, he thought he had. His fingers barely met with her fur before his arms suddenly flung back and pressed to the couch cushions on either side of his hip, unable to move. "W...What are you doing?" Rodney felt strangely calm in the sense of danger. Maybe it was because his cock was still deep inside her and he could feel her every subtle squeeze, or maybe it was her less-than-intimidating demeanour that made him feel more at ease...he couldn't really be sure. Robyn didn't immediately reply to his question at first and instead brought her glowing fingers down to his stomach, hovering above his navel. The energy she held at the tips of her digits was hot, and he could feel it threatening to burn his fur and skin. "A good servant needs a mark to tell everyone who his master is, doesn't he?" Her gaze flicked up to meet his. "But, uh, why do you need a servant?" He quickly retorted, and his question was enough to make her pause. She frowned and stopped, straightening up a little and affixing him with a dumbfounded expression. "So you do what I tell you to do? Duh?" She made a crude gesture with her hand. "Well, uh, I could just do what you tell me anyway," He suggested. "You're, uh...a demon, right? I'm mostly guessing..." "Of a sort," Robyn acted high and mighty, but her lip quivered in a mixture of frustration and unease at how easily he pinpointed what she was. "You've done your homework, mortal." "So then, don't you make pacts? Deals?" He countered, and his words made her pause. Her expression was hard for Rodney to read, but she looked...surprised? Confused? "I-I..." She spluttered at first, before she waved her hand, dissipating the energy from around her fingers. "Okay, fine. Let's talk terms." "Terms...right," Rodney relaxed a little more when she put that dangerous energy away, thankful his fur had remained unblemished. "Well...what do you want?" A toothy grin spread across Robyn's face at his question and she leant forwards, putting both hands on his bare stomach. "Two things," She insisted, holding up a hand and raising an appropriate amount of digits. "Number one, I want as much sex as I can get...you fit the criteria, mister." "That one's easy," An involuntary chuckle escaped his muzzle and her withering stare caused his smile to fade. "Um, what's the second one?" Robyn was silent for a moment as she leant up, and she folded her arms. Rodney was pretty certain she was pouting, but when he looked into her eyes she averted her gaze, and her cheeks tinted slightly with embarrassment. She squirmed atop him and he couldn't help but shudder when she wiggled her hips left and right, inadvertently stimulating him inside her 8-year-old pussy. "Um..." She began awkwardly at first, clearly not wanting to express what it was, before she answered him in a mumble. "What?" Rodney frowned. "I didn't catch that." "I-I need to learn about the mortal world, okay?!" She exclaimed, before letting out an exasperating groan and flopping forwards, pressed against his chest. "I'm a fledgling succubus! This is my first time out in the mortal world and I don't know how anything works and it's...it's scary!" Rodney didn't know what to expect from her response, but it wasn't anything like what she'd actually said. A newbie demon, out in the 'mortal world', as she called it, needing guidance on how to better blend in? To Rodney, it seemed like a match made in heaven-- a mature girl in the body of his deepest desire, with an easy task to accomplish, seemed like a done deal. "I'd pat you on the back if I could move my arms," He remarked, and mere seconds later she rose her, grunting her disapproval at his words as she straightened up. "But I think we can come to an easy agreement." "Oh yeah?" She looked him up and down for a moment before her muzzle stretched into a grin. "Oh...I see." "Mhmm," Rodney nodded along with a slight smirk. "I can teach you how to act like the perfect, pretty little girl you are, from sleepover parties to how to use an iPad...and in exchange, I think you know what I want." "Oh, I know," She giggled exactly like an 8-year-old, making Rodney's desire surge. "It's not like any old mortal just takes a young girl home and fucks her." To hear such vulgar words coming from her mouth was both interesting and strangely arousing at the same time, but he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he watched as Robyn raised her hand again, and energy glowed around her limb...except this time, it coalesced in her palm, forming a peculiar sigil. "The terms of our contract then," She began, her eyes brimming with power as she invoked the magic. "You, mortal, will teach me how to operate and live as a girl befitting my age for as many years as I desire, up until I can assimilate into an adult form. In return, you will receive sexual gratification in any way you see fit once a week, within reason." "Hold on, that's too vague," Rodney complained. "Firstly, I should be able to fuck you as many times as I want if I'm teaching you every single day." "Fine," Robyn grunted, rolling her eyes. "You will receive sexual gratification whenever you want, wi--" "I'll get it whenever I want, and I'll get what I want," Rodney corrected with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "What do you take me for? I was courteous, up until you started coming onto me." "So you're saying you'll be chivalrous if I'm not in the mood?" She wickedly giggled at his words and licked her lips. "I like you, mortal. You'll get to have sex whenever you want, and be allowed to do whatever you want. I'll put my trust in you. Do we have a deal?" It felt like a weight had been lifted off of Rodney's arms, and relief washed over him when he was able to move them. For a moment, he stared at her, trying to read in her eyes whether she was being truthful, before he reached out and clasped his hand with hers. A burning sensation spread across his palm and he winced as a peculiar feeling rushed down his arm and towards his chest, where it suddenly wrapped around something on the left side-- likely his heart. It hovered there, uncomfortable to sense, before it abruptly disappeared and left him with a feeling akin to heartburn, though it was faint and barely noticeable. "The contract is made, mortal," The demon grinned widely. "If you fail to teach me properly, your soul is mine...and I fail to satisfy you, I will cease to exist." "Who can break the contract?" Rodney questioned, and the girl leant forwards, removing her hand from his so she could rest on his chest. "It would need to be mutual." She assured him, that reddish glare of her irises making it seem like he was stuck in the deal...but to Rodney, it was a dream come true. He wrapped his hands around her body before sliding them down to her ass, grasping fistfuls of her cheeks. "In that case, I want a round two," Rodney insisted with a smirk. "Right now." "You're quite the funny mortal," Robyn mused, slowly rocking her hips. "Show me how much stamina you've got, mister." Rodney knew this was going to be the start of an interesting friendship-- he only hoped his fun with her would last as long as possible. However, nothing could prepare the two of them for the change Robyn brought to Rodney's life, and the antics they would get up to in the future.