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Adrien Maltoan, Asmodaea, other related characters and story concept©Me", "writing": "[center][b]Asmodaea Strikes Back[/b]\n\nAuthored by [url=https://furaffinity.net/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie[/url] \n\nA [url=https://inkbunny.net/dnltiger04]DNLTiger04[/url] / [url=https://furaffinity.net/user/pervynamek02]Pervynamek02[/url] commission\n[/center]\n\t\"First of all, I'm sorry.\"\n\n\tWait, maybe that wasn't the best way to start,\n\n\t\"Uh, I mean what happened before, it was an accident…\"\n\n\tWell, maybe not an accident.\n\n\t\"I mean a mistake! Er, as in it wasn't supposed to happen… Not that I didn't like it, and that I wouldn't have considered it normally. You're really pretty and… uh…\"\n\n\tAdrien swallowed, staring across the booth-seat table at Milkette. The last time he remembered seeing the lovely mouse girl, she had a lot more of her chocolate brown fur and light creamed coffee underbelly exposed than even the white tube top she was wearing could ever hope to reveal. She sat there with a rather disinterested expression, with one of her cheeks squished against her hand as she kept herself propped up on the table by her elbow. Her big, round glasses just magnified the painfully flat look in her lovely blue eyes that made Adrien awful nervous.\n\n\tThe last time she'd seen Adrien, she saw a lot more of him than she had ever really expected to. She happened across him alone at home purely by circumstance, and never would have considered sleeping with the blue-furred Maltese tiger in her wildest dreams, but she'd somehow ended up that way. He was just so… plain! With boring drab brown hair, boring glasses, a boring body… He was so woefully average, and yet somehow they managed to have sex on a level nothing short of fantastic. The things that occurred in that house… they were beyond the realm of explanation. Body parts grew, lusts flared with little to no reason at all; at first the mouse girl thought that she'd somehow lost control of her body, or was taken advantage of.\n\n\tShe never could have guessed that it was all the work of a succubus.\n\n\tAdrien had a rather unique living arrangement with a demon cat named Asmodaea. Asmodaea was a succubus from the infernal plane, summoned by one of Adrien's friends and accidentally bound to him so that he was forced to put up with her forever. The implications were that Asmodaea would serve him throughout his lifetime, and she would… well he wasn't sure what she got out of it; probably his soul or something. There was little he could do about it when the deed was done, but at the time of binding he had no idea what a bullet he'd taken for his friend.\n\n\tAsmodaea never listened. She was no servant of his, and instead acted entirely on her own accord and did whatever she wished. Being that she was a succubus, her entire life was indulgence and flights of fancy. She helped herself to decadent food on Adrien's dollar, had sex with Adrien more when she pleased than when he did, and would often satisfy her boredom by playing tricks on the people around her. She was an absolute pain, and to be stuck with her for probably all of eternity was far from a good time in Adrien's mind… but he was stuck. It was because of this succubus that he ended up sleeping with Milkette. He always wanted to, and he couldn't deny that, but thanks to that darn succubus it was anything but on his own terms. Asmodaea had forced the whole situation, coercing them into having sex together simply for her amusement.\n\n\tIt felt great, but didn't end well. After an afternoon of rutting, Milkette had woken up in a fury. She gathered up her things and flew out of Adrien's house like a whirlwind, and even told Eva about what happened, thus getting him in trouble with his other roommates as well. Ever since that day, Adrien had been playing damage-control. It was easier to convince Eva and Brownie, his roommates, that Asmodaea had been to blame because they'd seen her before… but Milkette never saw her. Throughout the entire experience with the mouse girl, Asmodaea had kept herself invisible while she manipulated things from between the planes.\n\n\tGetting Milkette to meet him for coffee was an accomplishment in its own right. She hadn't taken a call for weeks and she never responded well to whatever messages Adrien asked Eva to pass along to her. Finally after enough persistence, Adrien finally got her to meet him face to face so he could try and apologize. It was simply in a coffee shop, perhaps the least classy establishment they could find if the one coffee stain on the table they sat at was any indication. The place smelled of old beans and old people, and Milkette refused to take a drink. Adrien sat across from her with his own drink, but he hadn't touched it… And she just kind of stared at him the whole time as he bumbled through an apology.\n\n\t\"Uh huh,\" She finally said, \"That's it?\"\n\n\t\"Uh… Yeah…\" Adrien sighed, \"Listen there's a really, really good reason for what happened, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you.\"\n\n\tAfter a bit of though, Milkette sat back and crossed her legs and her arms - classic stand-offish body language. She'd gotten herself into some really short-cut denim shorts, to keep cool in the warm weather… and also to not dress up for Adrien. Her hair was barely even brushed. \"How about you go for it?\" She asked, \"At this point I don't think you could say nor do anything that could screw up any worse.\"\n\n\tMan, she was brutal. Adrien had never dealt with a girl so up-front and blunt when she was mad. He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the coffee shop as he debated trying to explain the situation to her. He wasn't going to get any help from the late-aged, fuzzy mole waitress or any of the other trucker-esque customers. This was a plunge he'd have to take all on his own, at risk of sounding like an absolutely crazy person.\n\n\tAdrien cleared his throat. \"… I live with a succubus,\" He explained. The look on Milkette's face as her expression sunk into a scowl was unfavourable.\n\n\t\"No, I'm being totally serious right now,\" Adrien pushed out his hands to shake them around nervously, only to bump and nearly spill his coffee. After he fumbled with that, he continued in a fluster, \"My friend was trying to summon one because… well I really don't know. And I caught him and stopped him because he had the pentagram and everything and it was really weird. Well he finished the spell and next thing I know Asmodaea is giving me the eyes, and… w-well, uh, the rest is history they say! Haha… She's bound to me now, you know? I know it sounds absolutely nuts, but I'm serious!\"\n\n\t\"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.\"\n\n\tAhhhh! This wasn't going the way Adrien wanted at all!\n\n\t\"B-B-But how else could some of that stuff happen?\" He quickly asked leaning forwards a bit to count off, \"The door just unlocking and opening like that, the way my… you know… grew, and you too!\"\n\n\tMilkette lifted her hand to count too. \"One, you're a pervert,\" She said, \"Two, there's all kinds of crazy fetish science stuff - trust me! And three…\"\n\n\tShe paused in thought.\n\n\t\"… You're a pervert!\"\n\n\t\"You're not even giving me a chance here!\" Adrien said, \"I really am sorry! Look, we're having a… somewhat normal time here… at this place.\"\n\n\tMilkette sighed in frustration as she sat back and crossed her arms. \"Okay, Eva says the best way to make you stop is to let you make it up to me,\" She said, \"So, fine. You get the one chance to do it. If you think I'm being unfair, just remember that I never intended to have sex with you in the first place.\"\n\n\tAdrien's eyes widened in surprise - at that point he hadn't expected her to be even that agreeable. \"No, that's fine! That's very fine,\" He said, \"Here, I'll just take you out one night, treat you to dinner, show you a perfectly normal evening, and then we'll go our separate ways. No locked doors opening, no inexplicable sexual escapades - just a perfectly normal meal.\"\n\n\tMilkette looked away as if to consider what she'd agreed to do. In the end, though, she'd at least get one free meal out of it, so she shrugged in passive agreement. \"Alright then,\" She said. She made a split-second decision and tacked it on with her position of dominance over the situation, \"Pizza dinner.\"\n\n\tEven if the menu was less of a suggestion and more of a demand needing to be met, Adrien saw no issue with the decision. He continued to agree to Milkette's every whim if it meant he got a chance to not seem like some sort of sexual deviant in the eyes of another. \"Sounds great to me,\" He said, \"How about I pick you up at seven on Saturday?\"\n\n\t\"Sounds… well, decent,\" Milkette said as she suddenly shifted to move out of the booth they sat in, \"I've got to head to work, so we'll just talk more on Saturday.\"\n\n\tHonestly she was hoping that there'd be too much pizza stuffed into their faces to hear much talking.\n\n\t\"Oh, okay,\" Adrien said, somewhat dejected, \"Well… see you then?\"\n\n\t\"Yeah, see ya.\"\n\n\tThe mouse-girl left the store without as much as a wave. She stepped out the door, entry bell chiming, and out onto the street where she would make her way towards a bus stop. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her cell phone just to check the time before stuffing it back into the too-tight denim. She had enough time to make it, so she'd just go to work and try to forget about the silly things she'd just heard come of Adrien's mouth. To think that he'd blame it on a succubus - Milkette knew Succubi, at least as far as their lore went. Adrien wasn't the kind of guy to get involved in stuff like that. The idea was just stupid.\n\n\tSo much for forgetting about it; Milkette stewed over the idea even after she boarded the bus and took a seat. She sat with her back to the window, the small row of seats she had to herself facing inwards towards the aisle. Her eyes wandered, but focused on nothing. Could it really have been a Succubus? Milkette had heard of stranger things, and after all, she was…\n\n\t\"Boy trouble?\"\n\n\tHer thought broken, Milkette turned her attention to a voice that seemed to be speaking to her. It belonged to a rather strange-looking woman. A feline stood grasping the top bar to stay balanced, despite the fact she could have easily found somewhere to sit - there were plenty of open spaces for her. It seemed, though, that she was more interested in standing there with a certain… poise about her; the kind that had her slender back slightly arched to show off all her curves. She sure seemed like the kind of girl who strove for attention, as her fur was a dusky blue splashed with a dusty underbelly, but her hair was a long, shocking pink to match her tail. She definitely stood out on that alone.\n\n\tIt didn't help that she wore a white top tied into a knot beneath her breasts, and her breasts were pretty big too; or that she wore quite possibly the first pair of block cut-off denim shorts that could have passed as a tasteless thong. Her pumps left her painted toenails exposed and jut her butt up high for people to admire, and her lips were painted a shade of cyan that just seemed gaudy. Milkette wasn't a fan of the way she looked, but then… Milkette was more of an autumn.\n\n\t\"How do you figure that?\" The mouse-girl asked.\n\n\tThe feline chuckled and flicked a wrist - her well-manicured nails were also that same shade of pink. \"Oh come now, you look like the dream girl built in the fantasies of at least half the men in the city, if not on the planet,\" The woman chortled, \"With a curvy body like yours - and I'm rather jealous of that, by the way - coupled with your ‘I play Dungeons and Dragons' appearance, there are lonely, computer-bound men the world over who would sacrifice a goat just for a moment of your time. Trust me, dear, I know these sorts of things.\"\n\n\tMilkette was a little put off by her use of metaphors, and it showed on her face. Even so, the woman seemed to ignore it. \"The only reason you could look like you're ready to heat-vision a hole in one of these windows is because some louse of a man has wronged you,\" The feline said, bringing a finger to her lips, \"I know the look.\"\n\n\t\"Ehh…\" Milkette conceded and crossed her arms in a huff, \"I made a mistake, and gave the guy a second chance. I don't know if I should have.\"\n\n\t\"Made up some horrible excuse, did he?\" The woman inquired.\n\n\tMilkette rolled her eyes, \"Like you wouldn't believe. He'd have me believe in ghosts and goblins before admitting that anything is his fault.\"\n\n\tThe woman shook her head and let out a ‘tsk.' \"Oh, I know those types, all too well,\" She grinned, \"Well, just keep a stiff upper lip, dear. Go in there, find out what his story is, and if it's not to your liking you can simply drop everything and leave.\"\n\n\tThe mouse-girl mulled over the idea. \"I guess,\" She said.\n\n\t\"I know you could. We girls have the power of the ‘almighty V' on our sides,\" The woman snickered. She released the top bar to make a lewd gesture by pushing her index fingers and thumbs together - it looked like a vagina. The woman winked.\n\n\tMilkette made a face, gritting her teeth and flexing her jaw. That was a little… forward, even for her. \"… Yeah,\" She said after a pause.\n\n\tThe woman grasped the bar again as the bus veered a turn. Her form seemed to move with the motions like a wave, ever-graceful. \"Mm, besides… some people can be very mysterious…\" The woman smirked, a fang pinching her bottom lip, \"Especially men… His sincerity may actually surprise you. Perhaps you ought to simply come forward with your secrets… You could learn a lot about one another.\"\n\n\tMilkette, fortunately, did not have to spend another awkward moment with this woman as the bus came to her stop. She just barely noticed it out the window, and quickly reached up to yank of the signal cord. A loud ‘DING' lit up the ‘stop requested' sign that hung above the aisle just at the front of the bus, just barely in the nick of time. The bus jerked to a stop, finally making the feline woman stumble a bit in her heels, and Milkette feel a heavy sway as she lifted herself from her seat. She gave the woman a polite wave and muttered some sort of goodbye just to be polite, then made for the front of the buss where the doors hissed open.\n\n\t\"Good luck on Saturday!\" The woman called with a wave, \"Show that man who's boss!\"\n\n\tMilkette thought nothing of it. She hurriedly stepped off the bus to make her way back to her apartment nearby so that she could get ready for a day of work. She'd have to put aside her romantic problems - she had a bottom-line to make, and sales that summer had been lacking.\n\n\tAs the bus pulled away, the feline woman watched the mouse through the windows until she was gone. \"Ooh, Addy,\" She purred, \"You're spoiling me with this one…\"\n\n\tAdrien had dragged himself home similarly, though he had the day off and could worry about attending his mundane grocer job the next day. What he had to focus on was that date and the one big thing that could go wrong: Asmodaea. He had no idea she'd left the house, stalked him, and talked with Milkette, and he wouldn't have known because she was there when he returned. Like almost always she was indulging herself in some lazy activity. This time she was stretched out over the couch and looking at a book. Addy assumed she was just looking at it because reading bored her - as a succubus, there was only one thing she enjoyed, and that was sex - being a pain in the ass came a close second however.\n\n\tWhen Adrien rounded the corner into the living room, her eyes met his quickly. She looked a little different from her time on the bus, where she had suppressed her more demonic traits. Those were her horns; they sprouted up from behind her ears in a twisted curl around them so they jutted their blunt tips ahead of her temples like little tusks. Small bat-like wings sprouted from her shoulder blades as well. Aside from that, she was the same blue-furred, pink-haired cat that Milkette had unknowingly met, except her bold and sensual form was clad in tight, clinging leathers.\n\n\tA black bodice hugged her chest, presented her breasts nearly to the world by emphasizing her cleavage, and clinched her waist to make her that much narrower in the middle. The bottom of the bodice cupped her nethers and from behind would have showed off her cheeks boldly. Long gloves sheathed her arms from her slender fingers to her bicep.\n\n\tShe uncrossed her legs to sit up, every move slow and deliberate to kick her long legs out and show off their shape. Cupped by thigh-high leather boots with spiked heels and attached garters, she certainly drew the eye. Every movement she made was a clear indication that she was aware of her sloping curves and the effect they had on men. Adrien could never say that his eyes didn't wander her every time she presented herself… if he tried, she'd simply know otherwise. It was the vibes of sexual energy he felt that sustained her, after all; she had become very familiar with them.\n\n\t\"And how did it go with your sweet little cheez-it?\" She asked in a none-too-subtle tone of playful mirth. She hadn't anticipated that it would go well, and would have assumed so even if she hadn't gone to spy on him.\n\n\tAdrien had played a few scenarios out in his mind on the way home on how to get Asmodaea to leave him alone when the time came, but only one seemed logical. He couldn't have simply ordered her to stay away, because she was a terrible familiar in the way that she never followed instruction. He couldn't simply leave without doing anything, or she would likely follow him to satisfy her curiosity, or heaven forbid she were to go out of her way to inconvenience him as she had so many times before. No, there was only one way he could stop her… and that was to satisfy her.\n\n\tAsmodaea did what she did only to satisfy her hunger. She created situations using her magical powers that would ignite Adrien's sexual vigor so that she could proceed to basically eat it. Whether she was a direct recipient to Adrien's lusts or not, the fact that he lusted at all would settle her needs. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to grant Adrien a wonderful time by coercing women to have sex with him through her supernatural means… and whenever she did, he was always left to pick up the pieces. She didn't care for petty mortal relationships, she didn't care that Adrien had a life to live. She knew that humans had no shortage of desires to sustain her… and if that ever dried up, there were always souls.\n\n\tBut Adrien knew that having sex with Asmodaea was the best way for her to receive the life-giving desire she so needed to survive. So that's what he was going to do.\n\n\tIn quite possibly one of the most forward gestures ever performed in his life, Adrien grabbed hold of Asmodaea and threw her back down onto the couch where he proceeded to pounce. From there, he had sex with her pretty much constantly… for two days straight.\n\n\tHe had sex with her on the couch, and then ate dinner. He brought her to his room and had sex until he slept. He woke up, had her perform some oral, and then had breakfast before taking her in the shower. He called in sick to work and then proceeded to bend her over the kitchen counter so he could easily get lunch when he was done. After starting the dish washer, he brought her back to his room and carried on. It was two whole days of sex until meals, and sex until bed, and by the time the 39th hour rolled around; Asmodaea was looking as sluggish as Adrien did. Both of them stood on shaky legs.\n\n\tIt was absolutely necessary, however, if Adrien hoped to ever make Asmodaea fall in line and finally stop sabotaging his relationships with friends and family just to satisfy her hunger.\n\n\tAdrien stirred. He hadn't slept so well in such a long time, but then running one's self to exhaustion would do that. It took a moment for him to gather his senses, remembering which day it was and the fact that he had his date with Milkette that night. Asmodaea lay next to him, seemingly asleep though he couldn't be entirely sure that Succubi actually slept. He was naked, his covers were strewn about pretty much everywhere and his room was a mess that smelled of sweat and sex. His memory of the past couple of days was a little hazy… was it that morning that Asmodaea had cloned herself with her magic and fulfilled the typical male threesome fantasy? Or was it when she seemingly receded in age until she was an adorable young girl with giant breasts that stood the perfect height to tit-fuck him?\n\n\tIt really had all started to blend together. For a moment, he seemed to bemoan the idea that he may actually be spoiled when it comes to sex.\n\n\tHe rolled over and took a look at the clock, muttering a ‘shit' as he saw the 4:00 PM digitally burned into the electronic clock's face. He didn't have much time to try and wash the stink of lustful indulgence off him and get ready before struggling to find Milkette's apartment on time, so he willed himself out of bed with a near somersault to his feet.\n\n\tHe stumbled into a shower and cleaned and groomed himself with haste and gusto, then frantically threw on his pants and shirt and was hopping into his socks as he blazed a trail for the front door to yank on his shoes before shooting out of his front door like a bullet. He may not have looked classy or even sophisticated in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, but it would probably suffice for a pizza party.\n\n\t…\n\n\t\"Jeez, you sure know how to keep a girl waiting.\"\n\n\tAdrien shed a sheepish smile and raised a finger to scratch his cheek, \"Yeah, well…\"\n\n\tMilkette stomped her foot, the boot she was wearing making the impact strong on the carpet in the apartment complex's hallway. The action sent her breasts into a fit of jiggling motion beneath her berry-red, off-the-shoulder peplum top. \"It wasn't a compliment, you twit!\" She scolded the tiger, her momentary outburst of rage subsiding to a fizzle. She shouldered her purse tensely and curled her fingers tight to her wrists. \"I was waiting for you for almost half an hour, did you get lost or something?\" She asked.\n\n\tHer annoyed demeanor certainly had a way of drawing the eye. Her huffy jiggles and clenched muscles made her look fantastic - and she squeaked so adorably if she was worked up enough. As scary as it was, Adrien couldn't help but appreciate her when she was mad.\n\n\t\"Well yeah, I've never been here before,\" Adrien nodded, \"It's not like you would have invited me before.\"\n\n\tThe mouse-girl took a breath as Adrien's answer reminded her that it was her fault in the first place for accepting his compromise of a date in the first place. She relaxed. \"Okay, okay,\" She said, raising a hand in a firm gesture to keep him from rambling on, \"You've made your point. Let's just go get something to eat - I get cranky when I'm hungry.\"\n\n\tAdrien tried not to roll his eyes until she passed him by on her way to the elevator. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and followed.\n\n\t\"So, succubus, huh?\" Milkette didn't waste any time. The elevator doors hadn't even opened before she floored Adrien with the question. She didn't even give him time to answer and just continued, \"You know I've always like supernatural stuff. I was a real big fan of Ghostbusters when I was a kid.\"\n\n\tAdrien didn't know what to say, so he just went with an \"oh yeah?\"\n\n\tThe doors opened and she stepped inside with Adrien in tow, where she pushed the button for the ground floor and then stood back. \"Yep,\" She said, \"So I did a little looking around. You were involved with something a while back, weren't you?\"\n\n\tAdrien furrowed his brows. \"Something like what?\" He asked.\n\n\t\"Some nut-job stealing books from the museum,\" The girl responded, \"And apparently he seems to be under the impression that you're gallivanting about with a succubus too.\"\n\n\tThe feeling of the metal chamber's descent through the stories did little to help Adrien's nerves. He fidgeted, rubbing his hands against the insides of his pockets. \"So you believe it?\" He asked.\n\n\t\"Lloyd name-dropped you in an instant, and I didn't even say I knew you,\" Milkette answered all too casually while Adrien's heart tried to jump out of his chest.\n\n\t\"What?\" He regarded her sharply, \"He what?\"\n\n\tMilkette shrugged like it was no big deal. \"Yeah I just had to lie my way into visitation with him at the mental ward,\" She explained, \"And he was all too eager to talk even though he had no idea who I was. He said her name was Asmodaea.\"\n\n\tAdrien swallowed, and nodded as the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. \"That's her name alright,\" He said as he walked out with her. He was trying to read the girl, trying to see how she seemed to feel about acknowledging something that sounded so ridiculous. He just couldn't figure her out though.\n\n\t\"You said it before,\" She said as she crossed the lobby, \"It's a weird coincidence. All I wanted to know was about the demon he was supposedly trying to summon; I didn't really care about her name. So I'm willing to believe you about the whole thing.\"\n\n\tAdrien had taken hold of the door for her and held it open so she could pass through. He took pause for a second as she agreed, suddenly, that he wasn't a total liar. What he felt was a mixed sense of relief and dread. She was being awful calm about the whole thing despite the implications of what associating with him may incur. \"Really?\" That was all he could ask as he followed her.\n\n\t\"Yes, your Wicked Bitch of the East Side explains what happened before,\" Milkette snidely conceded to the notion, \"It explains everything from the weird growing to the unnatural compulsion to perform the act. It was all her doing, meaning it wasn't because you wanted it.\"\n\n\tAdrien was going to breathe a sigh of relief when she cut him off. \"It wasn't because I wanted it either,\" She said sternly.\n\n\t\"Right,\" He said stiffly, \"O-Of course.\"\n\n\t\"So… we can have a regular date then?\" Adrien moved on to hopefully brighter pastures as they stepped out onto the street, \"You're not going to be mad?\"\n\n\tMilkette paused just for a moment as if to consider the idea. \"Yeah,\" She said, \"At least, I'm not mad at you - I'm mad at her, but we'll deal with that later.\"\n\n\t\"For now,\" The mouse looked up at Adrien with something of a smile, albeit somewhat sinister in its confidence, \"Let's just get something to eat.\"\n\n…\n\n\t\"Mmnh.\"\n\n\tAsmodaea purred as she regained consciousness. She wasn't weary or groggy, but in a state of such relaxation that she could have simply sprawled in Adrien's bed all day. Of course, she would have done that anyway if she was given the opportunity but it was one of the few times she felt something resembling… sated. Even so, she rolled onto her back and her slender fingers caressed over her bare form, squeezing and rubbing at places that elicited a pleasured response from her body. Her hips rose with an undying need for physical intimacy that she just couldn't shake. It was all fine, however, because she knew that Adrien was close by to quell her desires.\n\n\tWell, she thought he was at least.\n\n\tWhen her blueish eyes opened, she saw no trace of her would-be master. She was alone in his room, naked on his bed where she must have been sleeping like a babe for at least a few hours. She blinked and rose to sit up. Her sight failed to clue her in on wherever Adrien may be. A feeling, inexplicable to mortal minds, assured her that he was nowhere nearby. For just a short while, she puckered her blue lips and pondered where her master may have gone.\n\n\tEver the clever demoness, it didn't take her long to remember. It was Saturday, wasn't it? Adrien had been so… generous with her that she'd lost track of the date. That meant Adrien had actually gone out to meet that fussy mouse-harlot, and Asmodaea was momentarily disappointed. She'd wanted to stifle those plans, to make Adrien miss it, to continue her master's mounting frustration only to coax it out of him with a few hours of hard love-making once more.\n\n\t\"Oh,\" She mused to herself, bringing a finger to her lips. She grinned upon realizing that Adrien had only been so giving towards her for that very reason. He went on that sex marathon in an attempt to pacify her so that he might slip away and have his date with the girl who obviously wasn't interested in him. What a silly man he was… but then, men were silly creatures as a general rule. It was almost typical how Adrien thought he might solve his little ‘problem' by use of his penis. Well, she wouldn't want him to believe that she could be so easily subdued - she simply had to pay him and his rodent a little visit and show him what's what.\n\n\tAsmodaea had risen above the sheets to levitate in the air whilst she pondered. She swung one leg over the other in an exaggerated gesture to sit legs-crossed on absolutely nothing. Her clothes reappeared onto her form with just a snap of her fingers, and her eyes glowed with an almost eerie blue light. It had been some time since she felt so… powered up, and she was almost eager to see Milkette once again. Maybe she wasn't simply jesting when she said she liked the girl… Something about the way she'd react to her tricks was so utterly rewarding.\n\n\tWith a sideways glance at the clock, Asmodaea knew she had a little time to catch her master at the pizza parlor where he'd agreed to take Milkette. With another snap of her fingers, she appeared to vanish as if she hadn't been there in the first place. In reality, she was tearing through the mortal plane to beeline it to Adrien. She didn't want to miss out on all the fun!\n\n…\n\n\tFor all the fuss surrounding the dinner date, it went as normal as anyone could expect. It was a struggle at first, but Adrien managed to break into it and get Milkette talking, and he learned a lot about her job and her store, The Mouse Pad. It was a wonder Adrien had never been there before what with how involved he was in video games and other nerdy hobbies, as is the store's specialty, but he made a note to remember where it was and to take a trip there sometime in the near future. As for Adrien himself, he got to talk about the multitude of odd jobs he'd gotten himself into, like working at a grocery store or as a landscaper… Honestly, he was a little embarrassed talking to a girl with a realized dream about his seemingly less-directional lifestyle, but it ate up the evening as they downed a medium-sized pizza together.\n\n\tEverything was going swimmingly! At least it was, until…\n\n\tAdrien's eyes widened as he saw, above Milkette, Asmodaea. The demoness had draped herself over the end of the booth behind Milkette, with her breasts resting atop the mouse's head. But, considering the fact that Milkette didn't even move and that Asmodaea had taken on something of a transparent form, Adrien assumed that she was invisible to anyone but him. In fact, when Milkette seemed to perk up at attention to the look plastered onto Adrien's face, her ears lifted up high as opposed to being weighed down by Asmodaea's considerable breasts.\n\n\tThe succubus winked and waved.\n\n\t\"What's wrong?\" Milkette asked.\n\n\t\"She's here,\" Adrien groaned, sitting back in his seat and slumping in dismay.\n\n\tMilkette looked around, fruitless as the action was. \"Is she?\" She asked, \"Where? Can you see her? How can you tell?\"\n\n\tThe see-through demon stuck out her tongue playfully, and gestured a gloved finger downwards towards Milkette. Adrien glanced down to the mouse-girl across from him warily, and it was readily apparent that Milkette's top was getting filled with the increasing size of her breasts. It was slow, but it was far from subtle… not that Milkette's creamed-coffee tits were at all very subtle in the first place. With the neckline, if you could call it that, effectively ending around the girl's shoulders, those burgeoning boobs were probably one big hop away from freedom - as they got bigger, what was once a modest top quickly began to expose more cleavage and topside than was originally intended.\n\n\tFortunately increasing a couple of cup sizes wasn't lost on Milkette. She shifted uncomfortably as she stared at her chest before quickly attempting to wrap her arms around her breasts. They couldn't fit - the rounded curve of boob was spilling out at every possible angle, their shape made awkward by the fact that flesh was bubbling up over the cups of a bra.\n\n\t\"Yeah, she's here,\" Adrien's voice croaked, \"I tried to get rid of her, I really did!\"\n\n\tMilkette's face went through a few expressions: shock, fluster, a glower. \"Stupid succubus,\" She grumbled to herself, \"Let's just get outta here then.\"\n\n\tAdrien's jeans were starting to feel uncomfortable - and not in the sense that he had a boner, but the flesh-log attempting to tear a seam or to lengthwise down his leg wasn't helping matters at all. They just started to feel tight all over, and before Adrien could even dare think it was just a coincidence, he heard the strain on the denim sound out in a subtle creak. He felt the strain particularly on his hips, but it became apparent rather quickly that his rear and thighs were widening likewise, plumping out and turning those modestly comfortable jeans into a skin-tight prison around his lower body. He shot Asmodaea a look, and she just smirked.\n\n\tThe pair of them hurried quickly out of the restaurant, paying their tab in a luster with little regard for getting their change. They hurried out to head home, Adrien's car seeming like it just couldn't go fast enough, and red lights dragged on forever. Every second they spent together in that car was spent with Asmodaea in the back seat. The succubus made a nuisance of herself by increasing the sexual tension in the vehicle to palpable levels. Adrien felt a boner so incredibly stiff in just the right way that the way it strained and bent in the all-too-tight confines of his pants and down his left pant leg actually felt good. The discomfort brought a sort of pleasure that had him shifting in his seat and the male essence of his arousal dampening his leg. \n\nMilkette was no better off, suffering from a series of shivers that made her nipples erect almost painfully. Her top was getting soaked by milk that leaked from her tits, and she squeezed her thighs as tightly around one of her hands as she possibly could. Her fingers settled against her crotch. Both the mouse and the tiger were horny beyond all reason, and even though their rational minds screamed at them not to pay their hormones any mind, there was a sneaking voice, a creeping whisper in their heads that told them to throw caution to the wind. It's not like anything bad would happen if they did, Asmodaea getting her jollies and sustenance was shockingly without consequence… But there was a whole principle of the thing that needed to be addressed.\n\nThe drive home was painful, but they grit their teeth and got through it all right. They reached Milkette's apartment and pulled into the lot to park in her designated space. They filed out in stumbles and went inside as quickly as they could. The elevator ride up was hell, with Asmodaea no doubt lurking in that small space with them. They could almost feel her fingers trailing their bodies, probing, prodding, and eliciting more of a response from them.\n\nMilkette shoved Adrien down the hall to hurry him to her unit, and upon reaching the door she fumbled for her keys. In a moment, her body tensed up with such a shock that she dropped the keys onto the floor, her form seeming to shudder as her thighs clenched together and her top and bottoms began to tear. Every curve she bore had been expanded to levels so exaggerated that her clothing began to lose the fight to contain them. The hook clasping her bra together must have snapped - there was a sudden motion at her shoulder blades that Adrien noticed. It seemed intense, her face was flush and her breathing was heavier since her chest was less restricted. Even so, she knelt down and picked up her keys again, jamming one of them into the lock to open her front door.\n\nAsmodaea was hot on their heels as the flustered pair passed the precipice into the apartment. Asmodaea, despite not needing to, passed through as well. She reached the other side of the door with a start, feeling something strange upon her passing. She stopped in her tracks, her boots upon the floor despite having been floating just moments before. She felt the warmth of the air even though her semi-phased presence was normally unaffected by such things. Something had changed.\n\n\"Aha!\" Milkette whipped around, and Adrien did too. The tiger blinked as he saw Asmodaea standing in front of him plain as day, no opaque visage at all. Milkette pointed at the succubus with purpose - clearly she saw her too. The mouse wasn't shaken though, and instead she pushed around Adrien to confront the normally-invisible trickster.\n\n\"What the...?!\" Asmodaea could feel the buzzing tingle of her powers being nullified by anti-demon magics. She shot her gaze around the tiny foyer of the apartment and discovered the source directly to her side. Upon a small accent table sat a hunk of clay, treated with a shining coat, with a symbol carved into its surface. The symbol was a meticulously crafted rune, an arcane symbol that was without a doubt the source of the anti-magic spell. A second clay hunk rested to her other side, and further into the apartment there were similar clay pieces. They sat in every corner of the house, creating a clear perimeter for anyone who knew to look for it.\n\n\"How did you...\" Asmodaea couldn't find the words to voice her displeasure.\n\nMilkette's blue eyes flashed behind her lenses. \"I called in a favour from a feline friend of mine to find out once and for all what this whole 'succubus' business is all about,\" She explained, \"And here you are! And... I've seen you before.\"\n\n\"What?\" Adrien clued in, snapped out of a surprised stupor, \"How?\"\n\n\"I saw her on the bus right after I talked to you the other day,\" Milkette said. Her eyes were roaming the succubus' sensual curvature with fascination and some desperation to come to terms with the fact she was looking at a real live demon. \"She didn't look anything like this Rocky Horror Picture Show, though,\" She added.\n\n\"Excuse me, I saw that movie in the seventies and it was atrocious,\" Asmodaea flicked a wrist with a tsk, \"I am nothing like that. But onto more pressing matters, you seem to have me cornered. I'm not sure who you consorted with to rig this anti-magic electrical fence up, but it really seems to have stripped me of my magical abilities. What problem do you have that would cause you to dislike me so? And furthermore, what do you intend to do with me?\"\n\n\"You know damn well what my 'problem' is you hellish tart!\" Milkette squeaked, her face flush, \"And as for what I'm going to do, I... I...!\"\n\nAdrien looked at her curiously. Asmodaea just flashed her teeth in a grin.\n\n\"Well I don't know,\" Milkette breathed.\n\nAdrien furrowed his brow as he watched the exchange between the two women. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was going over a little too smoothly. \"Milkette, I don't know... Asmodaea's just messing with you I think,\" He said as he turned to regard the mouse, standing between the two women.\n\n\"Nonsense, master!\" Asmodaea heartily chortled as she stepped one long leg before the other and slipped right up to Milkette in a fluid grace far from human. She pushed Adrien aside in doing so, and the strength behind her slender fingers spread over his chest was enough to smack his back pretty hard against the wall. \"She has me right where she wants me, I assure you,\" The demon-cat said, her tongue passing over her lips just briefly.\n\n\"Come, soulless one,\" Asmodaea purred as she pressed up close to the considerably shorter, but considerably more endowed mouse, \"Slay me.\"\n\nMilkette didn't move. Her face was puffed up in anger, but her body didn't seem to want to respond to her will. She just shook instead, shivering as arousal flared up upon contact with the feline succubus. It was a struggle just to stay standing upright; her legs trembled and wanted to give out. The way her clothes dug into her body at every bump and curve was pleasurably uncomfortable, with every breath straining fabric over her chest. She swallowed, but ultimately did nothing.\n\n\"That's right,\" Asmodaea smirked, \"That shell of a body you have is still flesh and blood, albeit hollow. It still feels pleasure, and while pleasure is magical... it is not in itself magic. You, you mass of human building blocks, are a pretender.\"\n\nAsmodaea pressed closer, and Milkette leaned back as their lips grazed one another.\n\n\"What are you talking about?\" Adrien asked as he stepped forwards. He did nothing to split them up though. The strained arousal packed into his pants delighted in seeing the two shapely women squashed and mashed against one another. Adrien let them keep their pose entirely for his benefit.\n\n\"I never made this one do any one thing that deep down inside she wouldn't have done all on her own,\" Asmodaea grinned proudly in Milkette's face, \"One look at your loins, master, and she was hooked like a fish on a line. All I have ever been guilty of in all be centuries of mingling with you mortals was providing lust-driven things like her with the proper circumstances in which to act out their fantasies - and reap the rewards of such service. 'Milkette' Souris is no different than any other.\"\n\n\"Even now her rational mind is crumbling, scrambling to find excuses,\" Asmodaea continued, \"I'm not really so bad, am I?\"\n\nThe mouse woman’s hands tried to push Asmodaea away, but the succubus still had her strength. There was no part about that which could be called magic. So while Milkette struggled, Asmodaea just got nearer and nearer to her. Milkette stood her ground, but it was more to her detriment than anything. Asomdaea simply wrapped an arm around the woman and sealed their lips together in a kiss.\n\nIt wasn't a kiss of any sort of affection. Asmodaea had attacked Milkette with a hunger as if sucking something out of her through her mouth. Milkette's eyes shot open in shock and surprise and she immediately attempted to wrest herself from the demon's. This, of course, was to no avail and so she went to plan B and attempted to strike at Asmodaea. This proved to be just as ineffective as her hand was simply caught by Asmodaea's other hand. Milkette's wrist was squeezed and twisted uncomfortably, and the kiss was maintained.\n\nThe rodent's cheeks bulged as something - no doubt Asmodaea's long, serpentine tongue - explored her mouth at every angle. The mass of saliva-coated muscle wormed and writhed in Milkette's mouth, teasing her tongue and tasting the back of her teeth. It probed deeply, deeper than it should have, sliding surprisingly seamlessly into Milkette's throat; the rodent had little along the line of a gag reflex... or maybe she was just that practiced. Asmodaea's lips smacked and caressed against Milkette's own in some sort of feint. It was a fake display of what looked like passion and wanting that hid the carnal, inhuman perversion happening within.\n\nOne single shiver was all the demon needed to know she'd pierced the veil.\n\n\"Alright, that's enough!\" Adrien could only watch for so long, and he had finally decided to step in and break things up. Asmodaea simply pulled away from Milkette and spun around her to settle in behind the small rodent and snatch her up. The demon cat’s gloved hands groped and grabbed at Milkette's enhanced bust deforming their packed-in shape further as she used the woman as a shield.\n\n\"She swallows around my tongue, master,\" Asmodaea purred, \"She's so embarrassed that I can practically feel her excitement permeating off of her. It's almost palpable.\"\n\nMilkette's struggle lacked the usual fiery nature of the mouse. She twisted her shoulders and attempted to pull away, but she strained to do so against herself. Asomdaea's palms danced over the mouse's breasts, lifting and sliding them, letting them drop and bounce, bunching her top up higher and higher and doing her the favour of tugging up at the useless cups of her bra. Fur the colour of creamed coffee spilled out from beneath in an under bust of epic proportions, one that swelled until the whole pair of breasts bounced into the open. Milkette's cute shirt and black bra became little more than some sort of wrinkled bib around her collar and left her completely exposed.\n\n\tAdrien stopped as Milkette was thrust between Asmodaea and himself. The rodent was flush and panting a little, and squirming to break free, and yet… it seemed as if she wasn’t entirely giving it her all. Asmodaea, evil as she was, may have been right about her.\n\n\t“Milkette, is it true?” He asked, looking down at himself. He was still uncomfortably wedged into his pants, his hips a few sizes too big for the jeans. The tent pitched at the crotch was so packed in and bulged up he practically winced whenever he moved. “Do you really like me better this way?” He asked.\n\n\tMilkette huffed without too much hesitation. “And what’s so wrong with that, huh?!” She barked, “So I… So I don’t find you attractive normally, so what? I’m not obligated to or anything! Yeah, you’ve got a big dick, and yeah, you’re one of those cute nerdy types… but you just don’t… push my buttons otherwise. So I have a preference – I haven’t exactly seen you hanging around with flat-chested girls or anything either.”\n\n\tWhereas normally a discussion about Adrien’s type of girl would be a casual affair, laughed off with other male friends, hearing it so boldly stated by Milkette made the tiger grimace. Her tone, her expression, it all suggested some between-the-lines accusations about why he liked her, why he was roommates with Brownie and Eva, and why he bothered with any other of his female acquaintances. Milkette was accusing him of being shallow, he could tell… and he didn’t like it one bit.\n\n\t“I believe you two have some problems to sort out,” Asmodaea purred, “And if I might give you a suggestion, Adrien… You are larger than her. We both are. Why not use that body of yours, that one she likes so much now, to give her exactly what she wants?”\n\n\tThere was an awkward furrow of Milkette’s brow as Adrien just stared at the two of them. “Come now,” Asmodaea said, “We’re cats and she’s a mouse… and I have it on good authority that she will enjoy herself. You can believe me, Master… This has been my means of survival in the human realm for hundreds of years.”\n\n\tAsmodaea gave Milkette’s ear a nibble and the mouse blushed and shivered. “I suppose there’s not much fighting it,” She said, her voice a little labored, panting; “Let’s just… get it out of our system and worry about it later.”\n\n\tWhile not the most ideal outcome Adrien could hope for, he couldn’t disagree that both he and Milkette needed to release the tension that Asmodaea had inflicted upon them. Just the suggestion made the tiger’s dick throb in anticipation. He took a deep breath, and with it he shoved all the insecurities he felt to the back of his mind. Then, he dove in. His hands grabbed at Milkette’s enlarged breasts and elicited a moan from the mouse. Asmodaea grinned like the cat she resembled as she watched the scene, all too delighted to perpetuate the act. Her hand caressed smoothly down Milkette’s front to dip between her thighs and give her crotch a talented rubbing. She was wet even before Asmodaea had made contact – she could feel it through her leggings.\n\n\t“J-Jeez, don’t suck so… Ngh!” Milkette shoved at Adrien’s head with her then-free hand, wincing as the tiger’s persistent suction brought out a dollop of milk from her teat. It was only so slight for moments, and Milkette trembled when Adrien started suckling down hefty, streamed helpings of breast milk from her. Try as she might, between the pleasure playing along her nerves like a keyboard score and the more formidable forms of both Adrien and Asmodaea she was helpless to really resist. She surrendered herself to it, if warily, and allowed them to do what they pleased in a rare act of total submission. It was simply better for everyone to play nice.\n\n\tGleeful as Asmodaea felt at Milkette’s surrender, she felt it necessary to speed things along. She reached around the rodent and undid Adrien’s strained pants with a few well-practiced motions of her fingers. Adrien practically exploded from the denim confines, bearing a shaft at least half a foot longer than was normal for him – and being hung like a horse, that was a daunting slab. No one seemed very worried, however. The contact of that throbbing meat made Milkette feel hot and tremble down below. It tickled as it stiffened and dragged along Milkette’s fuzzy navel. Adrien wrenched his hips forwards for a more direct approach, shoving the fat head of his dick right up into Milkette’s under-cleavage. It was a snug, warm home.\n\n\t“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Asmodaea chided. She pushed on Adrien’s forehead with a finger, reaching around Milkette to do so. She pushed until he reluctantly pulled free, and then she took Milkette’s hand and pulled her along towards a bedroom – it didn’t really matter whose it was, just that it was there. “Come on,” She said, trouncing on into the room with Milkette stumbling along behind. Adrien followed, watching as Asmodaea pulled Milkette onto the queen-size bed like the mouse was trying to deadweight her. Once she wrested the little rodent up, she crooked a finger to Adrien in beckon. Adrien sighed and approached, crawling onto the bed and allowing Asmodaea to position him. He had little control over things anyway – he couldn’t even will himself to stop what he was doing, let alone what his succubus familiar was orchestrating.\n\n\tAsmodaea had Adrien lay out on his back on the bed for possibly one of the less inspired things the demon had ever done. With her master on his back, Asmodaea settled herself not-so-precariously over his face. She blotted out the light with the supple curves of her rear and gave him a firm faceful of her crotch. She did so rather suddenly as to surprise Adrien, but her intent for him was crystal clear. He reached up and gave the slightly unruly leather of her bodice a firm tug, managing to expose her ‘demonic gate.’ As he’d taken to calling it at times to agitate her. Being a demon didn’t make anything any different in terms of basic anatomy – she still had the feminine petals no different from Milkette’s; Asmodaea’s just happened to glow a light blue, like the rest of her exposed flesh. The bioluminescence made the target quite clear in any case, and Adrien set his tongue to work delving inside the familiar to tease and please.\n\n\tReaching forward she grasped his foot-and-a-half tool and held it up. She swung it left and right; it didn’t flop. It remained rigid and stiff as ever. As she waved it around, she stared right through Milkette, and the rodent stared back at her.\n\n\t“Look at this,” Asmodaea purred, “It’s exactly what you like, isn’t it? Nice and looong, settled upon a pair of thick, luscious girl-thighs and a hefty pair of balls. I made it special just for you, dear… But goodness, I don’t know. It seems too big for you.”\n\n\tMilkette swallowed as she stared at the tool in question. “It’s not too big, stupid cat…” She muttered. She reached over and grasped Adrien’s cock as well, making him grunt and squirm in excitement. Milkette glared back at Asmodaea, entirely aware of her game and what her angle was in everything. Maybe she was more frustrated that she was giving the annoying demon exactly what she wanted, but ultimately she didn’t care. She may as well have proven that her short stature was in no way able to dissuade her from enjoying what was honestly an impressive dick. Even if normally Adrien didn’t turn her crank, she couldn’t deny the guy’s masculinity. It was firmly in check, and, well… soon to be in other things.\n\n\tMilkette saddled on up, rising high up to squat over Adrien’s cock in a less-than-flattering pose that Asmodaea took far too much delight in. Ignoring the demon-cat’s grin, Milkette positioned Adrien’s stiff dick straight up. The tip of the thing prodded at the entrance to her waiting pussy, waiting to pile on in and stretch her in a pleasure-mixed, painful manner. She didn’t hesitate, though, and only took a moment to fortify herself before allowing her weight to lower. Her nethers spread apart, opening to Adrien’s dick readily and taking him with a lewd, wet squishing sound. While Milkette wasn’t afraid, and indeed she relished in the feeling of being stuffed by a dick that might shame a horse, she wasn’t stupid. She took it slow, inches if not just centimeters of flesh disappearing inside her bit by bit.\n\n\tAsmodaea watched the mouse, wonder and delight spread across her features. Maybe it was just Milkette being… special, but a girl her size ought to have had more trouble taking something so big inside of them. She had no doubt the mouse could do it, though, as half the thing disappeared inside of her pretty quickly. The other half was sinking in quickly as well. Milkette would be based on that mighty foot-and-a-half meat in moments. Adrien was loving it too, Asmodaea could tell. He couldn’t stop shifting about beneath her and his tongue-work faltered as he found it harder and harder to concentrate on any one task. He was trembling so wonderfully, it was little wonder he didn’t pop his cork before he made a complete entry into his mouse-crush.\n\n\tBut the deed was done. It took maybe thirty seconds to see him inside Milkette completely. The mouse panted, strained by the effort and the feeling like he’d stuffed her right up to her stomach. If he had, she knew insides weren’t meant to work that way. The only biology on her mind, though, was that of a big, fat dick. It felt good in spite of her lack of intent – it was something she could enjoy pretty much no matter what.\n\n\t\n\n\t“Oh now don’t just sit there,” Asmodaea was upon Milkette quickly, getting up in her face while grabbing the mouse’s superior bust with both hands, “Bounce around! Move your hips, or are you too stuffed to manage?”\n\n\tIf Milkette could have knocked out those sharp feline teeth that showed in Asmodaea’s grin, she considered doing it. But, since demons are notoriously strong and Asmodaea had proven her superior might already, Milkette just had to settle for making her a useful counter-weight. She placed her hands on Asmodaea’s shoulders, offering a mean look to silently reassure that the act was in no sense of affection for the hell spawned creature. Using her, Milkette lifted herself, slowly withdrawing Adrien’s dick several inches before allowing herself to fall. Feeling that monumental meat slide around inside her made Milkette’s body tremble, and it took a few subtle shifts and movements before the mouse could capture a steady rhythm. She began to bounce, her slow and deliberate movements becoming a little jerkier as she began to clap the cheeks of her rear off his thighs.\n\n\tThrilled and more than a little aroused, Asmodaea embraced the mouse bouncing before her and moved to grind her crotch back against Adrien’s face. Nectar smeared all over Adrien’s nose and lips and he sort of coughed as he struggled to breathe in the clench between Asmodaea’s thighs. Milkette wasn’t making his job any easier. Her compact height was bolstered by curves fit for women much taller, making her a heavy burden to bear coming down on him again and again. Her impacts were a little clumsy, and flex as he might he still lost a few breaths to every smack of her body down on his. She was also tight, as he remembered her being, with warm, wet sleeves squeezing around his cock like wild – it felt like one good pull up would simply pop the thing right off him, trapped inside her as it was.\n\n\tMinutes of bouncing, writhing bodies all mounted up to a point. Asmodaea could feel it coming from all sides. Beneath her, Adrien was ready to unleash a flood into the mouse riding him, and Milkette was likewise ready to bask in that moment with an eruption of her own. Asmodaea felt the inching of an orgasm edging closer and closer to her, and perhaps unlike the other two she welcomed it with open arms. She rolled her hips, grinding her cunt down on Adrien so that his tongue, nose, muzzle or whatever else she could rub against would find just the right spots to make it all come faster. Her nipples were tense, like stiff rubber bullets, grinding against Milkette’s chest which had begun to leak milk over her. \n\nSuch a queer thing, she thought, but she should have known what with the rodent named as ridiculously as she was.\n\n\t“Come now…!” Asmodaea panted, her breath washing over Milkette’s face, “Don’t hold back any more!”\n\n\t\n\n\tMilkette huffed in her panting. Asmodaea’s horns were annoyingly pushing against her forehead with the demon that close. She kept her eyes closed, however, refusing to share even a briefest glimpse with the succubus. She didn’t want to know what lay behind those eyes of hers. Instead, she focused on her oncoming orgasm. She didn’t need Asmodaea to tell her to reach release that much was certain, and she could feel that Adrien was close as well. Deciding to simply forget about her earlier reservations, Milkette welcomed the coming wave that would wash over her with a sudden clenching of seemingly every muscle she had. It was enough to make her entire body clamp down on Adrien’s dick, making him suddenly cry out. He came as if she’d simply flipped a switch, his body bucking wildly as that warm seed began to rush forth and fill her up. It was such a good feeling, good enough to trigger Milkette’s climactic response. Unable to stifle a moan that bubbled up from her throat, she came, locking into a tense posture of pleasure.\n\n\tThe two of them came, with Asmodaea’s release already fading and Adrien’s face already properly soaked. They writhed silently, seemingly scraping against one another and grinding their pelvises as if they intended to make them into dust. It wasn’t much to watch, but the feelings were incredible. Vicariously, Asmodaea reached a second orgasm just from the exhilarating feeling she got experiencing the others’ orgasm with them. It wasn’t the same sensation of human orgasm, but something different that both pleased her, teased her, and made her feel far more alive.\n\n\tLike most orgasms, the experience was over as quickly as it had begun. For a few brief moments – no doubt longer brief moments than one’s standard – their bodies experienced a rising tide of pleasure that numbed them to their toes. Then it all washed away in a tingly after-feeling that left them a little breathless. Asmodaea smiled to herself, rather proud of what she’d done even without any ability to directly manipulate her master or the mouse-thing. She cooed as the two of them recovered, setting a low purr in her throat.\n\n\tIt was immediately cut short when Milkette grabbed her horns and attempted to wrench her head at an awkward angle. The rodent had a fire in her eyes as she shouted a string of angry syllables at the feline. Asmodaea may have been strong, but she was caught by surprise and simply retaliated with a useless flail. Poor Adrien now had two bodies atop him thrashing around as they wrestled, and Asmodaea’s thighs were completely clamped around his head. He failed to breathe and began slapping against Asmodaea’s thighs to try and get her to move. It was to little avail.\n\n…\n\n\tAsmodaea came out of Milkette’s apartment first. Rather, she was thrown out of the apartment, seemingly hauled out and heaved into the hallway. Adrien was second, pushed stumbling out with his shirt half on.\n\n\t“I don’t mind being your friend or whatever,” Milkette said from the doorway; she closed the door as much as she could while still allowing her face to peek out in a sharp glare.\n\n\t“But I don’t want anything to do with her!” She said, “And if I ever see her again I’m going to do a lot worse than anti-magic fields!”\n\n\tAdrien blinked. Asmodaea chuckled, “Oh but we had fun, didn’t--”\n\n\t\n\n\tThe door slammed shut before she could even finish her sentence.\n\n\t\n\n\t“Oh whatever,” Asmodaea shrugged, “She’s got no faith in anything.”\n\n\t\n\n\tShe turned to her master with a bit of a smile. “Well I’d say that turned out wonderfully,” She said, “Wouldn’t you?”\n\n\tShe stood there so smug, and Adrien honestly wasn’t sure if she had any right to be. On one hand, Asmodaea was being… Asmodaea. Things ‘going well’ wasn’t much of a concern of hers. On the other hand, however… Adrien looked at Milkette’s door, suddenly unsure if she may have been watching them through the looking-hole or not. Not wanting to risk staying too long, he ushered Asmodaea away and down the hall without saying a word. The demon followed his lead, but certainly not because she had to.\n\n\tMaybe things had worked out… okay. He knew Milkette a little better and seemed to be on better terms with her… if nothing else, he was simply caught between her and Asmodaea.\n\n\t“Well, you’re not going to bother her again,” Adrien said to his demonic familiar.\n\n\tAsmodaea laughed. “We’ll see,” She said, “After all, I don’t want to end up hurt, now would I? Though I seriously doubt she can do much to harm me. I’ll do as you please and give her some space – but only for a while. She is a fair bit of fun…”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Asmodaea Strikes Back

Authored by MilkJunkie

A   DNLTiger04 / Pervynamek02  commission

\t"First of all, I'm sorry."

\tWait, maybe that wasn't the best way to start,

\t"Uh, I mean what happened before, it was an accident…"

\tWell, maybe not an accident.

\t"I mean a mistake! Er, as in it wasn't supposed to happen… Not that I didn't like it, and that I wouldn't have considered it normally. You're really pretty and… uh…"

\tAdrien swallowed, staring across the booth-seat table at Milkette. The last time he remembered seeing the lovely mouse girl, she had a lot more of her chocolate brown fur and light creamed coffee underbelly exposed than even the white tube top she was wearing could ever hope to reveal. She sat there with a rather disinterested expression, with one of her cheeks squished against her hand as she kept herself propped up on the table by her elbow. Her big, round glasses just magnified the painfully flat look in her lovely blue eyes that made Adrien awful nervous.

\tThe last time she'd seen Adrien, she saw a lot more of him than she had ever really expected to. She happened across him alone at home purely by circumstance, and never would have considered sleeping with the blue-furred Maltese tiger in her wildest dreams, but she'd somehow ended up that way. He was just so… plain! With boring drab brown hair, boring glasses, a boring body… He was so woefully average, and yet somehow they managed to have sex on a level nothing short of fantastic. The things that occurred in that house… they were beyond the realm of explanation. Body parts grew, lusts flared with little to no reason at all; at first the mouse girl thought that she'd somehow lost control of her body, or was taken advantage of.

\tShe never could have guessed that it was all the work of a succubus.

\tAdrien had a rather unique living arrangement with a demon cat named Asmodaea. Asmodaea was a succubus from the infernal plane, summoned by one of Adrien's friends and accidentally bound to him so that he was forced to put up with her forever. The implications were that Asmodaea would serve him throughout his lifetime, and she would… well he wasn't sure what she got out of it; probably his soul or something. There was little he could do about it when the deed was done, but at the time of binding he had no idea what a bullet he'd taken for his friend.

\tAsmodaea never listened. She was no servant of his, and instead acted entirely on her own accord and did whatever she wished. Being that she was a succubus, her entire life was indulgence and flights of fancy. She helped herself to decadent food on Adrien's dollar, had sex with Adrien more when she pleased than when he did, and would often satisfy her boredom by playing tricks on the people around her. She was an absolute pain, and to be stuck with her for probably all of eternity was far from a good time in Adrien's mind… but he was stuck. It was because of this succubus that he ended up sleeping with Milkette. He always wanted to, and he couldn't deny that, but thanks to that darn succubus it was anything but on his own terms. Asmodaea had forced the whole situation, coercing them into having sex together simply for her amusement.

\tIt felt great, but didn't end well. After an afternoon of rutting, Milkette had woken up in a fury. She gathered up her things and flew out of Adrien's house like a whirlwind, and even told Eva about what happened, thus getting him in trouble with his other roommates as well. Ever since that day, Adrien had been playing damage-control. It was easier to convince Eva and Brownie, his roommates, that Asmodaea had been to blame because they'd seen her before… but Milkette never saw her. Throughout the entire experience with the mouse girl, Asmodaea had kept herself invisible while she manipulated things from between the planes.

\tGetting Milkette to meet him for coffee was an accomplishment in its own right. She hadn't taken a call for weeks and she never responded well to whatever messages Adrien asked Eva to pass along to her. Finally after enough persistence, Adrien finally got her to meet him face to face so he could try and apologize. It was simply in a coffee shop, perhaps the least classy establishment they could find if the one coffee stain on the table they sat at was any indication. The place smelled of old beans and old people, and Milkette refused to take a drink. Adrien sat across from her with his own drink, but he hadn't touched it… And she just kind of stared at him the whole time as he bumbled through an apology.

\t"Uh huh," She finally said, "That's it?"

\t"Uh… Yeah…" Adrien sighed, "Listen there's a really, really good reason for what happened, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

\tAfter a bit of though, Milkette sat back and crossed her legs and her arms - classic stand-offish body language. She'd gotten herself into some really short-cut denim shorts, to keep cool in the warm weather… and also to not dress up for Adrien. Her hair was barely even brushed. "How about you go for it?" She asked, "At this point I don't think you could say nor do anything that could screw up any worse."

\tMan, she was brutal. Adrien had never dealt with a girl so up-front and blunt when she was mad. He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the coffee shop as he debated trying to explain the situation to her. He wasn't going to get any help from the late-aged, fuzzy mole waitress or any of the other trucker-esque customers. This was a plunge he'd have to take all on his own, at risk of sounding like an absolutely crazy person.

\tAdrien cleared his throat. "… I live with a succubus," He explained. The look on Milkette's face as her expression sunk into a scowl was unfavourable.

\t"No, I'm being totally serious right now," Adrien pushed out his hands to shake them around nervously, only to bump and nearly spill his coffee. After he fumbled with that, he continued in a fluster, "My friend was trying to summon one because… well I really don't know. And I caught him and stopped him because he had the pentagram and everything and it was really weird. Well he finished the spell and next thing I know Asmodaea is giving me the eyes, and… w-well, uh, the rest is history they say! Haha… She's bound to me now, you know? I know it sounds absolutely nuts, but I'm serious!"

\t"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

\tAhhhh! This wasn't going the way Adrien wanted at all!

\t"B-B-But how else could some of that stuff happen?" He quickly asked leaning forwards a bit to count off, "The door just unlocking and opening like that, the way my… you know… grew, and you too!"

\tMilkette lifted her hand to count too. "One, you're a pervert," She said, "Two, there's all kinds of crazy fetish science stuff - trust me! And three…"

\tShe paused in thought.

\t"… You're a pervert!"

\t"You're not even giving me a chance here!" Adrien said, "I really am sorry! Look, we're having a… somewhat normal time here… at this place."

\tMilkette sighed in frustration as she sat back and crossed her arms. "Okay, Eva says the best way to make you stop is to let you make it up to me," She said, "So, fine. You get the one chance to do it. If you think I'm being unfair, just remember that I never intended to have sex with you in the first place."

\tAdrien's eyes widened in surprise - at that point he hadn't expected her to be even that agreeable. "No, that's fine! That's very fine," He said, "Here, I'll just take you out one night, treat you to dinner, show you a perfectly normal evening, and then we'll go our separate ways. No locked doors opening, no inexplicable sexual escapades - just a perfectly normal meal."

\tMilkette looked away as if to consider what she'd agreed to do. In the end, though, she'd at least get one free meal out of it, so she shrugged in passive agreement. "Alright then," She said. She made a split-second decision and tacked it on with her position of dominance over the situation, "Pizza dinner."

\tEven if the menu was less of a suggestion and more of a demand needing to be met, Adrien saw no issue with the decision. He continued to agree to Milkette's every whim if it meant he got a chance to not seem like some sort of sexual deviant in the eyes of another. "Sounds great to me," He said, "How about I pick you up at seven on Saturday?"

\t"Sounds… well, decent," Milkette said as she suddenly shifted to move out of the booth they sat in, "I've got to head to work, so we'll just talk more on Saturday."

\tHonestly she was hoping that there'd be too much pizza stuffed into their faces to hear much talking.

\t"Oh, okay," Adrien said, somewhat dejected, "Well… see you then?"

\t"Yeah, see ya."

\tThe mouse-girl left the store without as much as a wave. She stepped out the door, entry bell chiming, and out onto the street where she would make her way towards a bus stop. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her cell phone just to check the time before stuffing it back into the too-tight denim. She had enough time to make it, so she'd just go to work and try to forget about the silly things she'd just heard come of Adrien's mouth. To think that he'd blame it on a succubus - Milkette knew Succubi, at least as far as their lore went. Adrien wasn't the kind of guy to get involved in stuff like that. The idea was just stupid.

\tSo much for forgetting about it; Milkette stewed over the idea even after she boarded the bus and took a seat. She sat with her back to the window, the small row of seats she had to herself facing inwards towards the aisle. Her eyes wandered, but focused on nothing. Could it really have been a Succubus? Milkette had heard of stranger things, and after all, she was…

\t"Boy trouble?"

\tHer thought broken, Milkette turned her attention to a voice that seemed to be speaking to her. It belonged to a rather strange-looking woman. A feline stood grasping the top bar to stay balanced, despite the fact she could have easily found somewhere to sit - there were plenty of open spaces for her. It seemed, though, that she was more interested in standing there with a certain… poise about her; the kind that had her slender back slightly arched to show off all her curves. She sure seemed like the kind of girl who strove for attention, as her fur was a dusky blue splashed with a dusty underbelly, but her hair was a long, shocking pink to match her tail. She definitely stood out on that alone.

\tIt didn't help that she wore a white top tied into a knot beneath her breasts, and her breasts were pretty big too; or that she wore quite possibly the first pair of block cut-off denim shorts that could have passed as a tasteless thong. Her pumps left her painted toenails exposed and jut her butt up high for people to admire, and her lips were painted a shade of cyan that just seemed gaudy. Milkette wasn't a fan of the way she looked, but then… Milkette was more of an autumn.

\t"How do you figure that?" The mouse-girl asked.

\tThe feline chuckled and flicked a wrist - her well-manicured nails were also that same shade of pink. "Oh come now, you look like the dream girl built in the fantasies of at least half the men in the city, if not on the planet," The woman chortled, "With a curvy body like yours - and I'm rather jealous of that, by the way - coupled with your ‘I play Dungeons and Dragons' appearance, there are lonely, computer-bound men the world over who would sacrifice a goat just for a moment of your time. Trust me, dear, I know these sorts of things."

\tMilkette was a little put off by her use of metaphors, and it showed on her face. Even so, the woman seemed to ignore it. "The only reason you could look like you're ready to heat-vision a hole in one of these windows is because some louse of a man has wronged you," The feline said, bringing a finger to her lips, "I know the look."

\t"Ehh…" Milkette conceded and crossed her arms in a huff, "I made a mistake, and gave the guy a second chance. I don't know if I should have."

\t"Made up some horrible excuse, did he?" The woman inquired.

\tMilkette rolled her eyes, "Like you wouldn't believe. He'd have me believe in ghosts and goblins before admitting that anything is his fault."

\tThe woman shook her head and let out a ‘tsk.' "Oh, I know those types, all too well," She grinned, "Well, just keep a stiff upper lip, dear. Go in there, find out what his story is, and if it's not to your liking you can simply drop everything and leave."

\tThe mouse-girl mulled over the idea. "I guess," She said.

\t"I know you could. We girls have the power of the ‘almighty V' on our sides," The woman snickered. She released the top bar to make a lewd gesture by pushing her index fingers and thumbs together - it looked like a vagina. The woman winked.

\tMilkette made a face, gritting her teeth and flexing her jaw. That was a little… forward, even for her. "… Yeah," She said after a pause.

\tThe woman grasped the bar again as the bus veered a turn. Her form seemed to move with the motions like a wave, ever-graceful. "Mm, besides… some people can be very mysterious…" The woman smirked, a fang pinching her bottom lip, "Especially men… His sincerity may actually surprise you. Perhaps you ought to simply come forward with your secrets… You could learn a lot about one another."

\tMilkette, fortunately, did not have to spend another awkward moment with this woman as the bus came to her stop. She just barely noticed it out the window, and quickly reached up to yank of the signal cord. A loud ‘DING' lit up the ‘stop requested' sign that hung above the aisle just at the front of the bus, just barely in the nick of time. The bus jerked to a stop, finally making the feline woman stumble a bit in her heels, and Milkette feel a heavy sway as she lifted herself from her seat. She gave the woman a polite wave and muttered some sort of goodbye just to be polite, then made for the front of the buss where the doors hissed open.

\t"Good luck on Saturday!" The woman called with a wave, "Show that man who's boss!"

\tMilkette thought nothing of it. She hurriedly stepped off the bus to make her way back to her apartment nearby so that she could get ready for a day of work. She'd have to put aside her romantic problems - she had a bottom-line to make, and sales that summer had been lacking.

\tAs the bus pulled away, the feline woman watched the mouse through the windows until she was gone. "Ooh, Addy," She purred, "You're spoiling me with this one…"

\tAdrien had dragged himself home similarly, though he had the day off and could worry about attending his mundane grocer job the next day. What he had to focus on was that date and the one big thing that could go wrong: Asmodaea. He had no idea she'd left the house, stalked him, and talked with Milkette, and he wouldn't have known because she was there when he returned. Like almost always she was indulging herself in some lazy activity. This time she was stretched out over the couch and looking at a book. Addy assumed she was just looking at it because reading bored her - as a succubus, there was only one thing she enjoyed, and that was sex - being a pain in the ass came a close second however.

\tWhen Adrien rounded the corner into the living room, her eyes met his quickly. She looked a little different from her time on the bus, where she had suppressed her more demonic traits. Those were her horns; they sprouted up from behind her ears in a twisted curl around them so they jutted their blunt tips ahead of her temples like little tusks. Small bat-like wings sprouted from her shoulder blades as well. Aside from that, she was the same blue-furred, pink-haired cat that Milkette had unknowingly met, except her bold and sensual form was clad in tight, clinging leathers.

\tA black bodice hugged her chest, presented her breasts nearly to the world by emphasizing her cleavage, and clinched her waist to make her that much narrower in the middle. The bottom of the bodice cupped her nethers and from behind would have showed off her cheeks boldly. Long gloves sheathed her arms from her slender fingers to her bicep.

\tShe uncrossed her legs to sit up, every move slow and deliberate to kick her long legs out and show off their shape. Cupped by thigh-high leather boots with spiked heels and attached garters, she certainly drew the eye. Every movement she made was a clear indication that she was aware of her sloping curves and the effect they had on men. Adrien could never say that his eyes didn't wander her every time she presented herself… if he tried, she'd simply know otherwise. It was the vibes of sexual energy he felt that sustained her, after all; she had become very familiar with them.

\t"And how did it go with your sweet little cheez-it?" She asked in a none-too-subtle tone of playful mirth. She hadn't anticipated that it would go well, and would have assumed so even if she hadn't gone to spy on him.

\tAdrien had played a few scenarios out in his mind on the way home on how to get Asmodaea to leave him alone when the time came, but only one seemed logical. He couldn't have simply ordered her to stay away, because she was a terrible familiar in the way that she never followed instruction. He couldn't simply leave without doing anything, or she would likely follow him to satisfy her curiosity, or heaven forbid she were to go out of her way to inconvenience him as she had so many times before. No, there was only one way he could stop her… and that was to satisfy her.

\tAsmodaea did what she did only to satisfy her hunger. She created situations using her magical powers that would ignite Adrien's sexual vigor so that she could proceed to basically eat it. Whether she was a direct recipient to Adrien's lusts or not, the fact that he lusted at all would settle her needs. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to grant Adrien a wonderful time by coercing women to have sex with him through her supernatural means… and whenever she did, he was always left to pick up the pieces. She didn't care for petty mortal relationships, she didn't care that Adrien had a life to live. She knew that humans had no shortage of desires to sustain her… and if that ever dried up, there were always souls.

\tBut Adrien knew that having sex with Asmodaea was the best way for her to receive the life-giving desire she so needed to survive. So that's what he was going to do.

\tIn quite possibly one of the most forward gestures ever performed in his life, Adrien grabbed hold of Asmodaea and threw her back down onto the couch where he proceeded to pounce. From there, he had sex with her pretty much constantly… for two days straight.

\tHe had sex with her on the couch, and then ate dinner. He brought her to his room and had sex until he slept. He woke up, had her perform some oral, and then had breakfast before taking her in the shower. He called in sick to work and then proceeded to bend her over the kitchen counter so he could easily get lunch when he was done. After starting the dish washer, he brought her back to his room and carried on. It was two whole days of sex until meals, and sex until bed, and by the time the 39th hour rolled around; Asmodaea was looking as sluggish as Adrien did. Both of them stood on shaky legs.

\tIt was absolutely necessary, however, if Adrien hoped to ever make Asmodaea fall in line and finally stop sabotaging his relationships with friends and family just to satisfy her hunger.

\tAdrien stirred. He hadn't slept so well in such a long time, but then running one's self to exhaustion would do that. It took a moment for him to gather his senses, remembering which day it was and the fact that he had his date with Milkette that night. Asmodaea lay next to him, seemingly asleep though he couldn't be entirely sure that Succubi actually slept. He was naked, his covers were strewn about pretty much everywhere and his room was a mess that smelled of sweat and sex. His memory of the past couple of days was a little hazy… was it that morning that Asmodaea had cloned herself with her magic and fulfilled the typical male threesome fantasy? Or was it when she seemingly receded in age until she was an adorable young girl with giant breasts that stood the perfect height to tit-fuck him?

\tIt really had all started to blend together. For a moment, he seemed to bemoan the idea that he may actually be spoiled when it comes to sex.

\tHe rolled over and took a look at the clock, muttering a ‘shit' as he saw the 4:00 PM digitally burned into the electronic clock's face. He didn't have much time to try and wash the stink of lustful indulgence off him and get ready before struggling to find Milkette's apartment on time, so he willed himself out of bed with a near somersault to his feet.

\tHe stumbled into a shower and cleaned and groomed himself with haste and gusto, then frantically threw on his pants and shirt and was hopping into his socks as he blazed a trail for the front door to yank on his shoes before shooting out of his front door like a bullet. He may not have looked classy or even sophisticated in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, but it would probably suffice for a pizza party.

\t…

\t"Jeez, you sure know how to keep a girl waiting."

\tAdrien shed a sheepish smile and raised a finger to scratch his cheek, "Yeah, well…"

\tMilkette stomped her foot, the boot she was wearing making the impact strong on the carpet in the apartment complex's hallway. The action sent her breasts into a fit of jiggling motion beneath her berry-red, off-the-shoulder peplum top. "It wasn't a compliment, you twit!" She scolded the tiger, her momentary outburst of rage subsiding to a fizzle. She shouldered her purse tensely and curled her fingers tight to her wrists. "I was waiting for you for almost half an hour, did you get lost or something?" She asked.

\tHer annoyed demeanor certainly had a way of drawing the eye. Her huffy jiggles and clenched muscles made her look fantastic - and she squeaked so adorably if she was worked up enough. As scary as it was, Adrien couldn't help but appreciate her when she was mad.

\t"Well yeah, I've never been here before," Adrien nodded, "It's not like you would have invited me before."

\tThe mouse-girl took a breath as Adrien's answer reminded her that it was her fault in the first place for accepting his compromise of a date in the first place. She relaxed. "Okay, okay," She said, raising a hand in a firm gesture to keep him from rambling on, "You've made your point. Let's just go get something to eat - I get cranky when I'm hungry."

\tAdrien tried not to roll his eyes until she passed him by on her way to the elevator. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and followed.

\t"So, succubus, huh?" Milkette didn't waste any time. The elevator doors hadn't even opened before she floored Adrien with the question. She didn't even give him time to answer and just continued, "You know I've always like supernatural stuff. I was a real big fan of Ghostbusters when I was a kid."

\tAdrien didn't know what to say, so he just went with an "oh yeah?"

\tThe doors opened and she stepped inside with Adrien in tow, where she pushed the button for the ground floor and then stood back. "Yep," She said, "So I did a little looking around. You were involved with something a while back, weren't you?"

\tAdrien furrowed his brows. "Something like what?" He asked.

\t"Some nut-job stealing books from the museum," The girl responded, "And apparently he seems to be under the impression that you're gallivanting about with a succubus too."

\tThe feeling of the metal chamber's descent through the stories did little to help Adrien's nerves. He fidgeted, rubbing his hands against the insides of his pockets. "So you believe it?" He asked.

\t"Lloyd name-dropped you in an instant, and I didn't even say I knew you," Milkette answered all too casually while Adrien's heart tried to jump out of his chest.

\t"What?" He regarded her sharply, "He what?"

\tMilkette shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah I just had to lie my way into visitation with him at the mental ward," She explained, "And he was all too eager to talk even though he had no idea who I was. He said her name was Asmodaea."

\tAdrien swallowed, and nodded as the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. "That's her name alright," He said as he walked out with her. He was trying to read the girl, trying to see how she seemed to feel about acknowledging something that sounded so ridiculous. He just couldn't figure her out though.

\t"You said it before," She said as she crossed the lobby, "It's a weird coincidence. All I wanted to know was about the demon he was supposedly trying to summon; I didn't really care about her name. So I'm willing to believe you about the whole thing."

\tAdrien had taken hold of the door for her and held it open so she could pass through. He took pause for a second as she agreed, suddenly, that he wasn't a total liar. What he felt was a mixed sense of relief and dread. She was being awful calm about the whole thing despite the implications of what associating with him may incur. "Really?" That was all he could ask as he followed her.

\t"Yes, your Wicked Bitch of the East Side explains what happened before," Milkette snidely conceded to the notion, "It explains everything from the weird growing to the unnatural compulsion to perform the act. It was all her doing, meaning it wasn't because you wanted it."

\tAdrien was going to breathe a sigh of relief when she cut him off. "It wasn't because I wanted it either," She said sternly.

\t"Right," He said stiffly, "O-Of course."

\t"So… we can have a regular date then?" Adrien moved on to hopefully brighter pastures as they stepped out onto the street, "You're not going to be mad?"

\tMilkette paused just for a moment as if to consider the idea. "Yeah," She said, "At least, I'm not mad at you - I'm mad at her, but we'll deal with that later."

\t"For now," The mouse looked up at Adrien with something of a smile, albeit somewhat sinister in its confidence, "Let's just get something to eat."

…

\t"Mmnh."

\tAsmodaea purred as she regained consciousness. She wasn't weary or groggy, but in a state of such relaxation that she could have simply sprawled in Adrien's bed all day. Of course, she would have done that anyway if she was given the opportunity but it was one of the few times she felt something resembling… sated. Even so, she rolled onto her back and her slender fingers caressed over her bare form, squeezing and rubbing at places that elicited a pleasured response from her body. Her hips rose with an undying need for physical intimacy that she just couldn't shake. It was all fine, however, because she knew that Adrien was close by to quell her desires.

\tWell, she thought he was at least.

\tWhen her blueish eyes opened, she saw no trace of her would-be master. She was alone in his room, naked on his bed where she must have been sleeping like a babe for at least a few hours. She blinked and rose to sit up. Her sight failed to clue her in on wherever Adrien may be. A feeling, inexplicable to mortal minds, assured her that he was nowhere nearby. For just a short while, she puckered her blue lips and pondered where her master may have gone.

\tEver the clever demoness, it didn't take her long to remember. It was Saturday, wasn't it? Adrien had been so… generous with her that she'd lost track of the date. That meant Adrien had actually gone out to meet that fussy mouse-harlot, and Asmodaea was momentarily disappointed. She'd wanted to stifle those plans, to make Adrien miss it, to continue her master's mounting frustration only to coax it out of him with a few hours of hard love-making once more.

\t"Oh," She mused to herself, bringing a finger to her lips. She grinned upon realizing that Adrien had only been so giving towards her for that very reason. He went on that sex marathon in an attempt to pacify her so that he might slip away and have his date with the girl who obviously wasn't interested in him. What a silly man he was… but then, men were silly creatures as a general rule. It was almost typical how Adrien thought he might solve his little ‘problem' by use of his penis. Well, she wouldn't want him to believe that she could be so easily subdued - she simply had to pay him and his rodent a little visit and show him what's what.

\tAsmodaea had risen above the sheets to levitate in the air whilst she pondered. She swung one leg over the other in an exaggerated gesture to sit legs-crossed on absolutely nothing. Her clothes reappeared onto her form with just a snap of her fingers, and her eyes glowed with an almost eerie blue light. It had been some time since she felt so… powered up, and she was almost eager to see Milkette once again. Maybe she wasn't simply jesting when she said she liked the girl… Something about the way she'd react to her tricks was so utterly rewarding.

\tWith a sideways glance at the clock, Asmodaea knew she had a little time to catch her master at the pizza parlor where he'd agreed to take Milkette. With another snap of her fingers, she appeared to vanish as if she hadn't been there in the first place. In reality, she was tearing through the mortal plane to beeline it to Adrien. She didn't want to miss out on all the fun!

…

\tFor all the fuss surrounding the dinner date, it went as normal as anyone could expect. It was a struggle at first, but Adrien managed to break into it and get Milkette talking, and he learned a lot about her job and her store, The Mouse Pad. It was a wonder Adrien had never been there before what with how involved he was in video games and other nerdy hobbies, as is the store's specialty, but he made a note to remember where it was and to take a trip there sometime in the near future. As for Adrien himself, he got to talk about the multitude of odd jobs he'd gotten himself into, like working at a grocery store or as a landscaper… Honestly, he was a little embarrassed talking to a girl with a realized dream about his seemingly less-directional lifestyle, but it ate up the evening as they downed a medium-sized pizza together.

\tEverything was going swimmingly! At least it was, until…

\tAdrien's eyes widened as he saw, above Milkette, Asmodaea. The demoness had draped herself over the end of the booth behind Milkette, with her breasts resting atop the mouse's head. But, considering the fact that Milkette didn't even move and that Asmodaea had taken on something of a transparent form, Adrien assumed that she was invisible to anyone but him. In fact, when Milkette seemed to perk up at attention to the look plastered onto Adrien's face, her ears lifted up high as opposed to being weighed down by Asmodaea's considerable breasts.

\tThe succubus winked and waved.

\t"What's wrong?" Milkette asked.

\t"She's here," Adrien groaned, sitting back in his seat and slumping in dismay.

\tMilkette looked around, fruitless as the action was. "Is she?" She asked, "Where? Can you see her? How can you tell?"

\tThe see-through demon stuck out her tongue playfully, and gestured a gloved finger downwards towards Milkette. Adrien glanced down to the mouse-girl across from him warily, and it was readily apparent that Milkette's top was getting filled with the increasing size of her breasts. It was slow, but it was far from subtle… not that Milkette's creamed-coffee tits were at all very subtle in the first place. With the neckline, if you could call it that, effectively ending around the girl's shoulders, those burgeoning boobs were probably one big hop away from freedom - as they got bigger, what was once a modest top quickly began to expose more cleavage and topside than was originally intended.

\tFortunately increasing a couple of cup sizes wasn't lost on Milkette. She shifted uncomfortably as she stared at her chest before quickly attempting to wrap her arms around her breasts. They couldn't fit - the rounded curve of boob was spilling out at every possible angle, their shape made awkward by the fact that flesh was bubbling up over the cups of a bra.

\t"Yeah, she's here," Adrien's voice croaked, "I tried to get rid of her, I really did!"

\tMilkette's face went through a few expressions: shock, fluster, a glower. "Stupid succubus," She grumbled to herself, "Let's just get outta here then."

\tAdrien's jeans were starting to feel uncomfortable - and not in the sense that he had a boner, but the flesh-log attempting to tear a seam or to lengthwise down his leg wasn't helping matters at all. They just started to feel tight all over, and before Adrien could even dare think it was just a coincidence, he heard the strain on the denim sound out in a subtle creak. He felt the strain particularly on his hips, but it became apparent rather quickly that his rear and thighs were widening likewise, plumping out and turning those modestly comfortable jeans into a skin-tight prison around his lower body. He shot Asmodaea a look, and she just smirked.

\tThe pair of them hurried quickly out of the restaurant, paying their tab in a luster with little regard for getting their change. They hurried out to head home, Adrien's car seeming like it just couldn't go fast enough, and red lights dragged on forever. Every second they spent together in that car was spent with Asmodaea in the back seat. The succubus made a nuisance of herself by increasing the sexual tension in the vehicle to palpable levels. Adrien felt a boner so incredibly stiff in just the right way that the way it strained and bent in the all-too-tight confines of his pants and down his left pant leg actually felt good. The discomfort brought a sort of pleasure that had him shifting in his seat and the male essence of his arousal dampening his leg.

Milkette was no better off, suffering from a series of shivers that made her nipples erect almost painfully. Her top was getting soaked by milk that leaked from her tits, and she squeezed her thighs as tightly around one of her hands as she possibly could. Her fingers settled against her crotch. Both the mouse and the tiger were horny beyond all reason, and even though their rational minds screamed at them not to pay their hormones any mind, there was a sneaking voice, a creeping whisper in their heads that told them to throw caution to the wind. It's not like anything bad would happen if they did, Asmodaea getting her jollies and sustenance was shockingly without consequence… But there was a whole principle of the thing that needed to be addressed.

The drive home was painful, but they grit their teeth and got through it all right. They reached Milkette's apartment and pulled into the lot to park in her designated space. They filed out in stumbles and went inside as quickly as they could. The elevator ride up was hell, with Asmodaea no doubt lurking in that small space with them. They could almost feel her fingers trailing their bodies, probing, prodding, and eliciting more of a response from them.

Milkette shoved Adrien down the hall to hurry him to her unit, and upon reaching the door she fumbled for her keys. In a moment, her body tensed up with such a shock that she dropped the keys onto the floor, her form seeming to shudder as her thighs clenched together and her top and bottoms began to tear. Every curve she bore had been expanded to levels so exaggerated that her clothing began to lose the fight to contain them. The hook clasping her bra together must have snapped - there was a sudden motion at her shoulder blades that Adrien noticed. It seemed intense, her face was flush and her breathing was heavier since her chest was less restricted. Even so, she knelt down and picked up her keys again, jamming one of them into the lock to open her front door.

Asmodaea was hot on their heels as the flustered pair passed the precipice into the apartment. Asmodaea, despite not needing to, passed through as well. She reached the other side of the door with a start, feeling something strange upon her passing. She stopped in her tracks, her boots upon the floor despite having been floating just moments before. She felt the warmth of the air even though her semi-phased presence was normally unaffected by such things. Something had changed.

"Aha!" Milkette whipped around, and Adrien did too. The tiger blinked as he saw Asmodaea standing in front of him plain as day, no opaque visage at all. Milkette pointed at the succubus with purpose - clearly she saw her too. The mouse wasn't shaken though, and instead she pushed around Adrien to confront the normally-invisible trickster.

"What the...?!" Asmodaea could feel the buzzing tingle of her powers being nullified by anti-demon magics. She shot her gaze around the tiny foyer of the apartment and discovered the source directly to her side. Upon a small accent table sat a hunk of clay, treated with a shining coat, with a symbol carved into its surface. The symbol was a meticulously crafted rune, an arcane symbol that was without a doubt the source of the anti-magic spell. A second clay hunk rested to her other side, and further into the apartment there were similar clay pieces. They sat in every corner of the house, creating a clear perimeter for anyone who knew to look for it.

"How did you..." Asmodaea couldn't find the words to voice her displeasure.

Milkette's blue eyes flashed behind her lenses. "I called in a favour from a feline friend of mine to find out once and for all what this whole 'succubus' business is all about," She explained, "And here you are! And... I've seen you before."

"What?" Adrien clued in, snapped out of a surprised stupor, "How?"

"I saw her on the bus right after I talked to you the other day," Milkette said. Her eyes were roaming the succubus' sensual curvature with fascination and some desperation to come to terms with the fact she was looking at a real live demon. "She didn't look anything like this Rocky Horror Picture Show, though," She added.

"Excuse me, I saw that movie in the seventies and it was atrocious," Asmodaea flicked a wrist with a tsk, "I am nothing like that. But onto more pressing matters, you seem to have me cornered. I'm not sure who you consorted with to rig this anti-magic electrical fence up, but it really seems to have stripped me of my magical abilities. What problem do you have that would cause you to dislike me so? And furthermore, what do you intend to do with me?"

"You know damn well what my 'problem' is you hellish tart!" Milkette squeaked, her face flush, "And as for what I'm going to do, I... I...!"

Adrien looked at her curiously. Asmodaea just flashed her teeth in a grin.

"Well I don't know," Milkette breathed.

Adrien furrowed his brow as he watched the exchange between the two women. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was going over a little too smoothly. "Milkette, I don't know... Asmodaea's just messing with you I think," He said as he turned to regard the mouse, standing between the two women.

"Nonsense, master!" Asmodaea heartily chortled as she stepped one long leg before the other and slipped right up to Milkette in a fluid grace far from human. She pushed Adrien aside in doing so, and the strength behind her slender fingers spread over his chest was enough to smack his back pretty hard against the wall. "She has me right where she wants me, I assure you," The demon-cat said, her tongue passing over her lips just briefly.

"Come, soulless one," Asmodaea purred as she pressed up close to the considerably shorter, but considerably more endowed mouse, "Slay me."

Milkette didn't move. Her face was puffed up in anger, but her body didn't seem to want to respond to her will. She just shook instead, shivering as arousal flared up upon contact with the feline succubus. It was a struggle just to stay standing upright; her legs trembled and wanted to give out. The way her clothes dug into her body at every bump and curve was pleasurably uncomfortable, with every breath straining fabric over her chest. She swallowed, but ultimately did nothing.

"That's right," Asmodaea smirked, "That shell of a body you have is still flesh and blood, albeit hollow. It still feels pleasure, and while pleasure is magical... it is not in itself magic. You, you mass of human building blocks, are a pretender."

Asmodaea pressed closer, and Milkette leaned back as their lips grazed one another.

"What are you talking about?" Adrien asked as he stepped forwards. He did nothing to split them up though. The strained arousal packed into his pants delighted in seeing the two shapely women squashed and mashed against one another. Adrien let them keep their pose entirely for his benefit.

"I never made this one do any one thing that deep down inside she wouldn't have done all on her own," Asmodaea grinned proudly in Milkette's face, "One look at your loins, master, and she was hooked like a fish on a line. All I have ever been guilty of in all be centuries of mingling with you mortals was providing lust-driven things like her with the proper circumstances in which to act out their fantasies - and reap the rewards of such service. 'Milkette' Souris is no different than any other."

"Even now her rational mind is crumbling, scrambling to find excuses," Asmodaea continued, "I'm not really so bad, am I?"

The mouse woman’s hands tried to push Asmodaea away, but the succubus still had her strength. There was no part about that which could be called magic. So while Milkette struggled, Asmodaea just got nearer and nearer to her. Milkette stood her ground, but it was more to her detriment than anything. Asomdaea simply wrapped an arm around the woman and sealed their lips together in a kiss.

It wasn't a kiss of any sort of affection. Asmodaea had attacked Milkette with a hunger as if sucking something out of her through her mouth. Milkette's eyes shot open in shock and surprise and she immediately attempted to wrest herself from the demon's. This, of course, was to no avail and so she went to plan B and attempted to strike at Asmodaea. This proved to be just as ineffective as her hand was simply caught by Asmodaea's other hand. Milkette's wrist was squeezed and twisted uncomfortably, and the kiss was maintained.

The rodent's cheeks bulged as something - no doubt Asmodaea's long, serpentine tongue - explored her mouth at every angle. The mass of saliva-coated muscle wormed and writhed in Milkette's mouth, teasing her tongue and tasting the back of her teeth. It probed deeply, deeper than it should have, sliding surprisingly seamlessly into Milkette's throat; the rodent had little along the line of a gag reflex... or maybe she was just that practiced. Asmodaea's lips smacked and caressed against Milkette's own in some sort of feint. It was a fake display of what looked like passion and wanting that hid the carnal, inhuman perversion happening within.

One single shiver was all the demon needed to know she'd pierced the veil.

"Alright, that's enough!" Adrien could only watch for so long, and he had finally decided to step in and break things up. Asmodaea simply pulled away from Milkette and spun around her to settle in behind the small rodent and snatch her up. The demon cat’s gloved hands groped and grabbed at Milkette's enhanced bust deforming their packed-in shape further as she used the woman as a shield.

"She swallows around my tongue, master," Asmodaea purred, "She's so embarrassed that I can practically feel her excitement permeating off of her. It's almost palpable."

Milkette's struggle lacked the usual fiery nature of the mouse. She twisted her shoulders and attempted to pull away, but she strained to do so against herself. Asomdaea's palms danced over the mouse's breasts, lifting and sliding them, letting them drop and bounce, bunching her top up higher and higher and doing her the favour of tugging up at the useless cups of her bra. Fur the colour of creamed coffee spilled out from beneath in an under bust of epic proportions, one that swelled until the whole pair of breasts bounced into the open. Milkette's cute shirt and black bra became little more than some sort of wrinkled bib around her collar and left her completely exposed.

\tAdrien stopped as Milkette was thrust between Asmodaea and himself. The rodent was flush and panting a little, and squirming to break free, and yet… it seemed as if she wasn’t entirely giving it her all. Asmodaea, evil as she was, may have been right about her.

\t“Milkette, is it true?” He asked, looking down at himself. He was still uncomfortably wedged into his pants, his hips a few sizes too big for the jeans. The tent pitched at the crotch was so packed in and bulged up he practically winced whenever he moved. “Do you really like me better this way?” He asked.

\tMilkette huffed without too much hesitation. “And what’s so wrong with that, huh?!” She barked, “So I… So I don’t find you attractive normally, so what? I’m not obligated to or anything! Yeah, you’ve got a big dick, and yeah, you’re one of those cute nerdy types… but you just don’t… push my buttons otherwise. So I have a preference – I haven’t exactly seen you hanging around with flat-chested girls or anything either.”

\tWhereas normally a discussion about Adrien’s type of girl would be a casual affair, laughed off with other male friends, hearing it so boldly stated by Milkette made the tiger grimace. Her tone, her expression, it all suggested some between-the-lines accusations about why he liked her, why he was roommates with Brownie and Eva, and why he bothered with any other of his female acquaintances. Milkette was accusing him of being shallow, he could tell… and he didn’t like it one bit.

\t“I believe you two have some problems to sort out,” Asmodaea purred, “And if I might give you a suggestion, Adrien… You are larger than her. We both are. Why not use that body of yours, that one she likes so much now, to give her exactly what she wants?”

\tThere was an awkward furrow of Milkette’s brow as Adrien just stared at the two of them. “Come now,” Asmodaea said, “We’re cats and she’s a mouse… and I have it on good authority that she will enjoy herself. You can believe me, Master… This has been my means of survival in the human realm for hundreds of years.”

\tAsmodaea gave Milkette’s ear a nibble and the mouse blushed and shivered. “I suppose there’s not much fighting it,” She said, her voice a little labored, panting; “Let’s just… get it out of our system and worry about it later.”

\tWhile not the most ideal outcome Adrien could hope for, he couldn’t disagree that both he and Milkette needed to release the tension that Asmodaea had inflicted upon them. Just the suggestion made the tiger’s dick throb in anticipation. He took a deep breath, and with it he shoved all the insecurities he felt to the back of his mind. Then, he dove in. His hands grabbed at Milkette’s enlarged breasts and elicited a moan from the mouse. Asmodaea grinned like the cat she resembled as she watched the scene, all too delighted to perpetuate the act. Her hand caressed smoothly down Milkette’s front to dip between her thighs and give her crotch a talented rubbing. She was wet even before Asmodaea had made contact – she could feel it through her leggings.

\t“J-Jeez, don’t suck so… Ngh!” Milkette shoved at Adrien’s head with her then-free hand, wincing as the tiger’s persistent suction brought out a dollop of milk from her teat. It was only so slight for moments, and Milkette trembled when Adrien started suckling down hefty, streamed helpings of breast milk from her. Try as she might, between the pleasure playing along her nerves like a keyboard score and the more formidable forms of both Adrien and Asmodaea she was helpless to really resist. She surrendered herself to it, if warily, and allowed them to do what they pleased in a rare act of total submission. It was simply better for everyone to play nice.

\tGleeful as Asmodaea felt at Milkette’s surrender, she felt it necessary to speed things along. She reached around the rodent and undid Adrien’s strained pants with a few well-practiced motions of her fingers. Adrien practically exploded from the denim confines, bearing a shaft at least half a foot longer than was normal for him – and being hung like a horse, that was a daunting slab. No one seemed very worried, however. The contact of that throbbing meat made Milkette feel hot and tremble down below. It tickled as it stiffened and dragged along Milkette’s fuzzy navel. Adrien wrenched his hips forwards for a more direct approach, shoving the fat head of his dick right up into Milkette’s under-cleavage. It was a snug, warm home.

\t“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Asmodaea chided. She pushed on Adrien’s forehead with a finger, reaching around Milkette to do so. She pushed until he reluctantly pulled free, and then she took Milkette’s hand and pulled her along towards a bedroom – it didn’t really matter whose it was, just that it was there. “Come on,” She said, trouncing on into the room with Milkette stumbling along behind. Adrien followed, watching as Asmodaea pulled Milkette onto the queen-size bed like the mouse was trying to deadweight her. Once she wrested the little rodent up, she crooked a finger to Adrien in beckon. Adrien sighed and approached, crawling onto the bed and allowing Asmodaea to position him. He had little control over things anyway – he couldn’t even will himself to stop what he was doing, let alone what his succubus familiar was orchestrating.

\tAsmodaea had Adrien lay out on his back on the bed for possibly one of the less inspired things the demon had ever done. With her master on his back, Asmodaea settled herself not-so-precariously over his face. She blotted out the light with the supple curves of her rear and gave him a firm faceful of her crotch. She did so rather suddenly as to surprise Adrien, but her intent for him was crystal clear. He reached up and gave the slightly unruly leather of her bodice a firm tug, managing to expose her ‘demonic gate.’ As he’d taken to calling it at times to agitate her. Being a demon didn’t make anything any different in terms of basic anatomy – she still had the feminine petals no different from Milkette’s; Asmodaea’s just happened to glow a light blue, like the rest of her exposed flesh. The bioluminescence made the target quite clear in any case, and Adrien set his tongue to work delving inside the familiar to tease and please.

\tReaching forward she grasped his foot-and-a-half tool and held it up. She swung it left and right; it didn’t flop. It remained rigid and stiff as ever. As she waved it around, she stared right through Milkette, and the rodent stared back at her.

\t“Look at this,” Asmodaea purred, “It’s exactly what you like, isn’t it? Nice and looong, settled upon a pair of thick, luscious girl-thighs and a hefty pair of balls. I made it special just for you, dear… But goodness, I don’t know. It seems too big for you.”

\tMilkette swallowed as she stared at the tool in question. “It’s not too big, stupid cat…” She muttered. She reached over and grasped Adrien’s cock as well, making him grunt and squirm in excitement. Milkette glared back at Asmodaea, entirely aware of her game and what her angle was in everything. Maybe she was more frustrated that she was giving the annoying demon exactly what she wanted, but ultimately she didn’t care. She may as well have proven that her short stature was in no way able to dissuade her from enjoying what was honestly an impressive dick. Even if normally Adrien didn’t turn her crank, she couldn’t deny the guy’s masculinity. It was firmly in check, and, well… soon to be in other things.

\tMilkette saddled on up, rising high up to squat over Adrien’s cock in a less-than-flattering pose that Asmodaea took far too much delight in. Ignoring the demon-cat’s grin, Milkette positioned Adrien’s stiff dick straight up. The tip of the thing prodded at the entrance to her waiting pussy, waiting to pile on in and stretch her in a pleasure-mixed, painful manner. She didn’t hesitate, though, and only took a moment to fortify herself before allowing her weight to lower. Her nethers spread apart, opening to Adrien’s dick readily and taking him with a lewd, wet squishing sound. While Milkette wasn’t afraid, and indeed she relished in the feeling of being stuffed by a dick that might shame a horse, she wasn’t stupid. She took it slow, inches if not just centimeters of flesh disappearing inside her bit by bit.

\tAsmodaea watched the mouse, wonder and delight spread across her features. Maybe it was just Milkette being… special, but a girl her size ought to have had more trouble taking something so big inside of them. She had no doubt the mouse could do it, though, as half the thing disappeared inside of her pretty quickly. The other half was sinking in quickly as well. Milkette would be based on that mighty foot-and-a-half meat in moments. Adrien was loving it too, Asmodaea could tell. He couldn’t stop shifting about beneath her and his tongue-work faltered as he found it harder and harder to concentrate on any one task. He was trembling so wonderfully, it was little wonder he didn’t pop his cork before he made a complete entry into his mouse-crush.

\tBut the deed was done. It took maybe thirty seconds to see him inside Milkette completely. The mouse panted, strained by the effort and the feeling like he’d stuffed her right up to her stomach. If he had, she knew insides weren’t meant to work that way. The only biology on her mind, though, was that of a big, fat dick. It felt good in spite of her lack of intent – it was something she could enjoy pretty much no matter what.

\t

\t“Oh now don’t just sit there,” Asmodaea was upon Milkette quickly, getting up in her face while grabbing the mouse’s superior bust with both hands, “Bounce around! Move your hips, or are you too stuffed to manage?”

\tIf Milkette could have knocked out those sharp feline teeth that showed in Asmodaea’s grin, she considered doing it. But, since demons are notoriously strong and Asmodaea had proven her superior might already, Milkette just had to settle for making her a useful counter-weight. She placed her hands on Asmodaea’s shoulders, offering a mean look to silently reassure that the act was in no sense of affection for the hell spawned creature. Using her, Milkette lifted herself, slowly withdrawing Adrien’s dick several inches before allowing herself to fall. Feeling that monumental meat slide around inside her made Milkette’s body tremble, and it took a few subtle shifts and movements before the mouse could capture a steady rhythm. She began to bounce, her slow and deliberate movements becoming a little jerkier as she began to clap the cheeks of her rear off his thighs.

\tThrilled and more than a little aroused, Asmodaea embraced the mouse bouncing before her and moved to grind her crotch back against Adrien’s face. Nectar smeared all over Adrien’s nose and lips and he sort of coughed as he struggled to breathe in the clench between Asmodaea’s thighs. Milkette wasn’t making his job any easier. Her compact height was bolstered by curves fit for women much taller, making her a heavy burden to bear coming down on him again and again. Her impacts were a little clumsy, and flex as he might he still lost a few breaths to every smack of her body down on his. She was also tight, as he remembered her being, with warm, wet sleeves squeezing around his cock like wild – it felt like one good pull up would simply pop the thing right off him, trapped inside her as it was.

\tMinutes of bouncing, writhing bodies all mounted up to a point. Asmodaea could feel it coming from all sides. Beneath her, Adrien was ready to unleash a flood into the mouse riding him, and Milkette was likewise ready to bask in that moment with an eruption of her own. Asmodaea felt the inching of an orgasm edging closer and closer to her, and perhaps unlike the other two she welcomed it with open arms. She rolled her hips, grinding her cunt down on Adrien so that his tongue, nose, muzzle or whatever else she could rub against would find just the right spots to make it all come faster. Her nipples were tense, like stiff rubber bullets, grinding against Milkette’s chest which had begun to leak milk over her.

Such a queer thing, she thought, but she should have known what with the rodent named as ridiculously as she was.

\t“Come now…!” Asmodaea panted, her breath washing over Milkette’s face, “Don’t hold back any more!”

\t

\tMilkette huffed in her panting. Asmodaea’s horns were annoyingly pushing against her forehead with the demon that close. She kept her eyes closed, however, refusing to share even a briefest glimpse with the succubus. She didn’t want to know what lay behind those eyes of hers. Instead, she focused on her oncoming orgasm. She didn’t need Asmodaea to tell her to reach release that much was certain, and she could feel that Adrien was close as well. Deciding to simply forget about her earlier reservations, Milkette welcomed the coming wave that would wash over her with a sudden clenching of seemingly every muscle she had. It was enough to make her entire body clamp down on Adrien’s dick, making him suddenly cry out. He came as if she’d simply flipped a switch, his body bucking wildly as that warm seed began to rush forth and fill her up. It was such a good feeling, good enough to trigger Milkette’s climactic response. Unable to stifle a moan that bubbled up from her throat, she came, locking into a tense posture of pleasure.

\tThe two of them came, with Asmodaea’s release already fading and Adrien’s face already properly soaked. They writhed silently, seemingly scraping against one another and grinding their pelvises as if they intended to make them into dust. It wasn’t much to watch, but the feelings were incredible. Vicariously, Asmodaea reached a second orgasm just from the exhilarating feeling she got experiencing the others’ orgasm with them. It wasn’t the same sensation of human orgasm, but something different that both pleased her, teased her, and made her feel far more alive.

\tLike most orgasms, the experience was over as quickly as it had begun. For a few brief moments – no doubt longer brief moments than one’s standard – their bodies experienced a rising tide of pleasure that numbed them to their toes. Then it all washed away in a tingly after-feeling that left them a little breathless. Asmodaea smiled to herself, rather proud of what she’d done even without any ability to directly manipulate her master or the mouse-thing. She cooed as the two of them recovered, setting a low purr in her throat.

\tIt was immediately cut short when Milkette grabbed her horns and attempted to wrench her head at an awkward angle. The rodent had a fire in her eyes as she shouted a string of angry syllables at the feline. Asmodaea may have been strong, but she was caught by surprise and simply retaliated with a useless flail. Poor Adrien now had two bodies atop him thrashing around as they wrestled, and Asmodaea’s thighs were completely clamped around his head. He failed to breathe and began slapping against Asmodaea’s thighs to try and get her to move. It was to little avail.

…

\tAsmodaea came out of Milkette’s apartment first. Rather, she was thrown out of the apartment, seemingly hauled out and heaved into the hallway. Adrien was second, pushed stumbling out with his shirt half on.

\t“I don’t mind being your friend or whatever,” Milkette said from the doorway; she closed the door as much as she could while still allowing her face to peek out in a sharp glare.

\t“But I don’t want anything to do with her!” She said, “And if I ever see her again I’m going to do a lot worse than anti-magic fields!”

\tAdrien blinked. Asmodaea chuckled, “Oh but we had fun, didn’t--”

\t

\tThe door slammed shut before she could even finish her sentence.

\t

\t“Oh whatever,” Asmodaea shrugged, “She’s got no faith in anything.”

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\tShe turned to her master with a bit of a smile. “Well I’d say that turned out wonderfully,” She said, “Wouldn’t you?”

\tShe stood there so smug, and Adrien honestly wasn’t sure if she had any right to be. On one hand, Asmodaea was being… Asmodaea. Things ‘going well’ wasn’t much of a concern of hers. On the other hand, however… Adrien looked at Milkette’s door, suddenly unsure if she may have been watching them through the looking-hole or not. Not wanting to risk staying too long, he ushered Asmodaea away and down the hall without saying a word. The demon followed his lead, but certainly not because she had to.

\tMaybe things had worked out… okay. He knew Milkette a little better and seemed to be on better terms with her… if nothing else, he was simply caught between her and Asmodaea.

\t“Well, you’re not going to bother her again,” Adrien said to his demonic familiar.

\tAsmodaea laughed. “We’ll see,” She said, “After all, I don’t want to end up hurt, now would I? Though I seriously doubt she can do much to harm me. I’ll do as you please and give her some space – but only for a while. She is a fair bit of fun…”

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