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Flonne takes matters into her own hands and creates a “niceness” potion so that she can confess her love more easily, but the mixture results in unforeseen consequences.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Flonne’s admiration for Etna has grown into longing and deep desire, but she finds it difficult to speak her mind due to Enta's harshness. Flonne takes matters into her own hands and creates a “niceness” potion so that she can confess her love more easily, but the mixture results in unforeseen consequences.", "writing": "“Flonne, damnit! What do YOU want!?” Etna growled from her place on her bed.\n\nFlonne stood still by the open door of Etna's room and merely stared at the demoness raising her voice.\n\n“Every night, you lazily wander over here and interrupt my ‘me’ time, and every time I tell you to fuck off, you do it again!”\n\nFlonne placed her hands in front of herself, and despite feeling both fear and shame, she seemed resolute not to be forced away by Etna tonight.\n\n\"I… Um…\" She began in barely a whisper but was immediately cut off.\n\n“So, you can actually speak? Every night you come here, you stare at me like some creep….\"\n\n“…”\n\nEtna quietly raised herself from the bed to stand before Flonne and put her hand to her chin.\n\n“You’re plannin’ something… Aren’t you?” Etna said with almost a smirk on her face.\n\n\"Oh, no, nothing like that, I….\" Flonne began but was silenced again.\n\n\"Shut up! Just because you're a demon now doesn't mean you can muscle in on my vassalship.\" She sneered at Flonne and showed her demon's fangs.\n\nFlonne backed away into the door's frame as Etna stomped over and pushed her the rest of the way out of it once she was in front of her.\n\n\"There, now you can go to your room and let me have my privacy,\" Etna said.\n\nFlonne just raised her hand to speak, and with a smile, Etna slammed the door in her face.\n\nBANG!\n\n“…”\n\nWith a quiet sigh, Flonne turned away and began to drag her feet along the red carpet in the hallway. She felt dejected, but with Etna, there was usually cruelty and berating. Though she endured it quite well, it did ware on her over time.\n\nAs Flonne wandered past her room, she was lost in a crestfallen sea of painful emotions. Where at first, she admired Etna for her strength and assertive attitude, she now found new desires and a frightening attraction.\n\nWhile she sauntered, she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. The pain in her chest was extraordinary, and she felt strangely lost despite her constant attempts to be the pure arbiter of justice and love.\n\nShe spoke these things and tried to educate demonkind of their importance, yet she failed to practice what she preached when she needed it most.\n\nShe felt herself as much a hypocrite as Etna typically was, but in a way, that perversion made her a far better fallen angel.\n\nWith her pure white sleeve, she wiped the forming tears from her eyes and let out another heavy sigh as she moved away from the castle gate and out into the underworld.\n\nFlonne's mind was as busy as her aching heart, and she couldn't help but be intimidated by Etna regarding this matter. Mainly because she understood that rejection was absolutely assured.\n\nShe stared at her feet as she roamed out into the underworld market. A dangerous place, to be sure, but Laharal’s strength as overlord was so renowned by this point that no one would dare harm one of his vassals.\n\n“…”\n\n“Pardon me, missss?” The sound of a low hiss was heard over to her side.\n\nFlonne blinked and looked over at the demon selling his wares. He was, of course, as shady as one could be, but that made him all the more appealing to other demons to buy from.\n\nAt first, Flonne was hesitant, and then she pointed to herself to ensure he was speaking to her.\n\n“Yesssss, you misssss, come clossser, and sssspeak with me.” He hissed more as his reptilian tongue jutted out from his shadowy cowl.\n\nFlonne felt a bit reluctant, but this distraction was enough to remove her mind from her self-critique and pain. With a slow gait, she moved, and then when she stood before him, he bared his razor-sharp teeth in an attempted smile.\n\n“I know that look on you… It’ssss one of unacknowledged desssssire and lonelinessss.”\n\nShe felt fear that he so quickly pegged her feelings, but before she could retreat, he reached into his tattered cloak and pulled out a small glowing vial that was as red as blood.\n\n“Worry not, young demonesssss. I have the ansssswer you sssseek. I am a demon of dessssire, and thissss will assssure your ssssuccessss.”\n\nFlonne was frozen in place and staring at the potion brought with it a sense of hope. She stepped forward to examine it more closely, and the demon spoke again to her.\n\n“Thisss will give you total control over your victim. They will be yoursssss to do with assss you pleasssse.”\n\nFlonne stopped and felt terror, not because of him or the potion, but because she was actually tempted by it.\n\n\"I… um…\" She stammered and placed her hand to her heart to try and calm its racing.\n\nHad becoming a fallen angel infected her very soul? Even she noticed her polite mannerisms slipping over time, and now here she was, dealing with the devil, so to speak.\n\n“…”\n\n\"H-how much?\" Flonne asked and then convinced herself it was simply out of \"curiosity.\"\n\nThe demon hissed, then smiled and spoke. “Three-million HL.”\n\nFlonne was floored and shook her head. \"I-I don't have that much….\"\n\nThe demon frowned and glared at her. “You are a vassssal, yessss? I know you have much….\"\n\nFlonne glanced down at her feet and then responded meekly. “Sorry…”\n\nThe demon was unamused and placed the elixir back into his cloak. \"Then fuck off peassssant… The essssance of a demon of dessssire is not for the likesss of you….\"\n\nFlonne simply turned away from him and then wandered back in the direction she had come. That demon was, at the very least, a distraction, but her guilt over her consideration was now eating at her.\n\nShe didn’t want Etna to be a slave… She just wanted her to be nicer…\n\n“…”\n\nIf Etna was more amicable, it would be easy to talk to her… Maybe even have a chance at reciprocation.\n\nThe more Flonne thought about it, the more it made sense in her desperation. She knew that the castle was full of all manner of things, so surely there would be some kind of potion mixing room there. Wouldn’t there?\n\nWith a little more pep in her step, Flonne quickly made her way back through the gate and, once inside, began wandering the halls in the night. The décor was lovely and drab as always, but most of the rooms seemed to lead to all manner of torturing devices. \n\nAs she rounded the way, she walked past the bathroom she typically used and entered an unknown castle wing. This one was relatively quiet at night, and it brought with it a sense of eerie peace.\n\n“Hm…”\n\nAs Flonne scrutinized the paintings of Laharal’s father on the wall, she was led down the path until she reached an old door. At first, it made Flonne unsure, but as she opened it, she found it led down a flight of carpeted stone steps.\n\nWith a deep breath, she gathered her courage and began to follow the candles down into what appeared to be a stone cellar. Here, set atop tables and on wooden shelves, sat numerous bottles of liquid.\n\nFlonne felt extreme excitement and placed her hands together. \"This has to be it...!\" \"Oh….\"\n\nShe hushed herself from her shout and rapidly placed her hands over her mouth.\n\nAfter she was sure, she wasn't heard. She walked over to the oddly-shaped glass bottles and examined the labels writing. Some of them had accompanying symbols, but unfortunately, most were written in demon. A language that she had only just begun learning.\n\n“Uhm…”\n\nA few words would be recognizable, but overall, it was gibberish.\n\n\"Hm…\" Flonne scrutinized a large glass bottle and noticed a word or two she recognized.\n\n“Strong”\n\n“Mix”\n\n“…”\n\n\"Maybe this is what I need as a base?\" Flonne uttered to herself and grabbed a small glass atop the table.\n\nShe bit the cork with her teeth and pulled it from the bottle with a \"pop.\" It looked like it had been opened at some previous time, but plenty was still left inside.\n\nWith care, Flonne poured some of the purple liquid into the glass and examined it. It smelled strong but did not react or melt anything, so it would likely be relatively safe, wouldn't it?\n\nSetting aside the bottle, she browsed the table and shelves for more. In her naive way, she was making sense to herself but was not totally ignorant of the dangers of unknown chemicals.\n\nShe stopped when she reached a smaller bottle that depicted a heart design on it.\n\n“Hm…? Maybe?” She murmured and grabbed it off the shelf.\n\nWalking over to the glass of purple liquid, she started to pull the cork off this one and began to pour it slowly in. It began to splash and mix, but there was no solid outward reaction. The only noticeable change was the color and strength of the smell.\n\nIt did not smell pleasant to Flonne and burnt her nose a bit, but she assumed it was working if it changed color. She placed the heart bottle down and decided she needed one more ingredient to fill the glass.\n\nTaking to the shelves, she scrutinized the bottles as closely as possible and stopped when a word she recognized caught her attention.\n\n“Nice…”\n\n\"Yes.\" Flonne's voice raised slightly as she practically jumped for joy before grabbing the bottle.\n\nOnce it was in her arms, she looked over the writing and tried to discern other things about it.\n\n“Nice… Smooth… ???”\n\nShe could barely understand it, and the words were alien to her. The ones she could read painted images of smooth, soft kittens and nice pleasantries.\n\n“This is what I need. I am sure of it.\" She said aloud as she wandered over while she popped the cork.\n\nOnce over the half-full glass, she poured the pink-colored liquid into the mixture. Again, it changed color, resembling an almost light lavender hue. The smell was still strong and overbearing but had hints and tones of floral scents.\n\nFlonne smiled to herself and raised the glass. “Making magic potions is easy.”\n\nOnce satisfied, Flonne cautiously carried the glass of liquid up the stairs and into the hallway. She kept her attention sharp so that she both wasn't spotted and wouldn't drop the precious concoction.\n\nQuietly shutting the potion room door, she carried herself along the quiet hallway, passing the bathroom and tip-toeing by Etna's room. \n\nEtna could be heard moving about, but Flonne merely sped up into a dash when she feared Etna might come into the hall.\n\nShe hastily opened her bedroom door and shut it roughly behind herself. Latching it quickly and then rushing over to her night table.\n\nPushing the scattered perfumes and various feminine products aside, she placed the glass down and began searching through her drawer. After a few moments of looking, she came across one of her decorative yet empty perfume bottles.\n\nRipping the cork off, she silently and carefully began pouring the precious liquid slowly into the narrow opening. The potion splashed and spilled out onto the drawer while Flonne bit her tongue.\n\nAfter a minute or two of careful yet sloppy pouring, she had managed to fill the entire star-shaped perfume bottle with the lavender liquid. Her drawer was wet and stinking firmly of the concoction, but she was unconcerned with most else at this moment.\n\nFlonne raised the bottle and examined it against the candlelight. It was rather pretty, and despite its smells, it looked kind of delicious. \n\n“Ok…” Flonne said, picking up the cork and slamming it in with her palm.\n\nPOP!\n\nThe sound was loud when it had been removed but even louder when slamming it back into the new “star potion.”\n\nWith happiness, she stared at it in its completed form and then slowly slid it into her pocket.\n\nEverything that needed to be done was done, but now, she had to find a way to convince Etna to drink it.\n\n“…”\n\nEven though she knew she could slip it into something deceitfully, it felt against her nature to be so cruel. As she thought, she concluded at most that a little \"white lie\" was needed, and then she could simply admit what it precisely was after Etna drank it.\n\nSatisfied and working up confidence. Flonne unlatched her door and quietly wandered towards Etna's room. It seemed somewhat peaceful, though Flonne could still hear Etna moving about inside.\n\nWith no more reservation, Flonne quietly checked the knob, and when she found it unlocked, she gently opened the door.\n\nEtna was facing the body mirror against the wall and standing in nothing but her underclothes. It seemed she was admiring her scantily-clad body proudly and even struck poses that showed off her feminine features.\n\n“Yes, Etna, you truly are a beautiful queen.”\n\nFlonne stood in the doorway but was paralyzed, staring at Etna’s young, supple body. Beautiful was correct, she was gorgeous to Flonne, and this was a treat for her eyes.\n\n“…”\n\nWhen Etna turned around, Flonne stood frozen in the doorway, and the second their eyes met. Flonne could tell that Etna wanted to kill her for walking in during this.\n\n\"What… Did… I… Tell… YOU!\" She roared and stomped over to Flonne.\n\nFlonne started to move back, but this time, Etna slammed the door shut behind her, trapping her with the violent demoness.\n\n“Flonne. I am going to hurt you, so ready yourself!”\n\n“W-wait… I…”\n\nEtna moved forward and seemed like she was about to roughly grab her, but before she could, Flonne shouted.\n\n“I AM HERE TO APOLOGIZE AND OFFER YOU A GIFT!”\n\nEtna stopped and then glared at Flonne. At first, she seemed confused, but then she smiled slightly.\n\n“Weeellll, it seems you recognize your place and my greatness after all. I suppose if you wish to grovel, I will hold off on beating you.\"\n\nFlonne was quiet and nervously put her hand into her pocket. Etna scrutinized her movements and was humored the second that Flonne pulled the potion from her pocket.\n\n“Really, Flonne? You think I am that stupid?”\n\nFlonne shook her head and defended the gift. \"N-no, I, well… I went out to the market and bought this from a sweets salesman. I know how much you like sweet things.”\n\nEtna raised an eyebrow and snatched the elixir away from Flonne. She examined it, and a devious smile slowly crept across her face as she thought about it.\n\n“Hmmm, sweet, you say?\" Etna said and pulled the cork out, discarding it on the floor.\n\nFlonne was so nervous that she merely nodded in response to Etna’s speech.\n\nEtna gave the potion a sniff, and she eyed Flonne’s mannerisms. After some thought to herself, Etna wolfed down the potion without protest.\n\nFlonne was shocked as Etna tossed the empty bottle to the floor and sat herself on the bed. At first, it seemed like there was no change, but then Etna rubbed her head, after which she grabbed her throat.\n\n\"Ack!\" She gagged as she fell backward on the bed.\n\n\"Etna!\" Flonne shouted and ran to her side.\n\nEtna rolled about and then simply stopped moving entirely, keeping her stare upwards towards the ceiling.\n\n\"Oh, Etna! I-I am sorry! Please don't!\" Flonne cried out with terror in her voice.\n\nEtna failed to move, and Flonne panicked more. \"Oh, I should have never done that! Please, Etna, please!\" \n\nHer cries were full of pain, and she felt terrible for what was occurring. “Etna! I-I just wanted to make a niceness potion, not hurt you! Oh, heaven, please!\"\n\n“…”\n\nAs Flonne wiped the tears from her face and tried to revive Etna from her apparent stupor, she was jolted from her grief when Etna rapidly sat up and stared blankly at Flonne.\n\n\"Ahh!\" Flonne yelped and stumbled backward.\n\n“…”\n\n“E-Etna, are you ok?”\n\nEtna was silent but then nodded slowly to respond. \"I… feel…. strange….\"\n\nIt was clear to Flonne that her speech was off, but she was ultimately relieved that Etna was still awake and speaking.\n\n\"I am so sorry, Etna… I should have never done that to you….\" Flonne apologized as earnestly as she could.\n\nEtna just stared at her and then reached her hand out, touching Flonne's blond hair.\n\nFlonne shuttered with excitement, and as she turned her attention to Etna, Etna spoke.\n\n“Why did you want niceness, Flonne?” \n\nHer speech was quiet but calm, and it was beginning to ease Flonne's doubts that it had worked.\n\n“Um… I… well…” She stammered, feeling the heat in her cheeks.\n\nEtna was uncharacteristically quiet and patient, and her gentle touch made Flonne comfortable.\n\n“…”\n\n“I love you, Etna… I think you are gorgeous and beyond sexy….\"\n\nThere was a hush, but then a warm smile was apparent on Etna's face. She stood before Flonne and then slid her fingers into the sides of her own panties.\n\n\"I… What are you?\" Flonne said but was immediately silenced by Etna pulling the panties down just enough so that they dropped to her floor.\n\nNow wearing nothing but a bra and her ladybits exposed, she spoke. “That’s why you are always coming here, you want to please me… Don’t you?”\n\nFlonne felt her heart race; though it was true, she felt awkward saying it.\n\nEtna moved forward and gently caressed her cheek before pressing her lips against Flonne's. \n\nInstantaneously, it was as if fireworks were going off inside Flonne, and when she leaned further into the kiss, she could do nothing but make a pleasant sound.\n\n“Mmmmm…”\n\nThe kissing continued, and even though Flonne recognized the wrongness of this, she had already become a prisoner to the moment. Their heads turned, and they kissed passionately increasing roughness.\n\nFlonne felt as if she were levitating over the ground, so light was her spirit, and so overwhelmed with pleasant emotions she became.\n\nThe two staggered a bit, kissing to the point of breathlessness, refusing to part until their lungs burned from unregulated and intense passion.\n\n\"Ah…\" Flonne broke away and gasped for much-needed oxygen.\n\nEtna smiled and wiped the wetness from her lips, after which she licked it off her fingers. \"You taste so intoxicating, Flonne….\"\n\nThe words were music to her ears, and Flonne herself was intoxicated by the overwhelming feeling of love she felt.\n\n“Etna…”\n\nEtna sat on the edge of her bed and quietly spread her legs to reveal her resplendent, smooth pussy. She slid her fingers along the pink slit and stopped just above her clit, inviting the fallen angel to come.\n\n\"I know this is what you are hungry for….\"\n\nFlonne was initially unsure, but the longer she stared, the more tingly her own privates became. A rush of lustful excitement shot through her body, and she moved to Etna shyly.\n\n\"I… I've never done this before….\" Flonne admitted sheepishly.\n\nEtna slid her fingers through Flonne's golden hair and rubbed gently. \"A demoness who cannot eat pussy, is no demoness at all.\"\n\nFlonne looked up into Etna's red eyes and could see her powerfully looking down on her. At first, she moved close to Etna's wet bits but then settled on kissing her exposed tummy.\n\nShe could feel Etna undoing her clothes as she explored and tested the waters. The act made her feel hot, so she planted delicate kisses all the way down until she reached Etna's privates.\n\n“Mmm…” Flonne moaned with a satisfied sigh and pressed her mouth against its warm, wet surface.\n\n“Ah…” Etna panted and grabbed hold of Flonne’s head, pressing her semi-roughly into her crotch.\n\nFlonne opened her mouth to taste the demoness and found it much to her liking. The delicious honey that leaked forth against her tongue not only turned her on, but the gentle sighs, moans, and prodding granted her feelings of power.\n\nAs Flonne gained confidence, she began kissing her inner thighs and placing her tongue into the slit as if daring Etna to stop her.\n\n“Ah… Yeah, Flonne, yeah….” Etna encouraged through heavy gasps.\n\nFlonne licked upwards and began to stimulate Etna's clitoris. Her tongue made a repetitive and gentle circular motion, which only made Etna become rougher and leak more.\n\n“Oh, fuck, Flonne… Yes, eat that demoness pussy.” She cried.\n\nFlonne was in complete rhythm and kept the motion going, every so often stopping to lap up some of Etna’s sweet, leaking nectar.\n\n“Ah, Flonne!” Etna squealed with delight.\n\nEtna's legs locked up, pressing against the sides of Flonne's head. Her body began getting assaulted by waves of pleasure, forcing her body to shake uncontrollably.\n\n“Ohh… mmmm…” Etna moaned in absolute ecstasy.\n\nFlonne felt wetness cover her mouth and chin, and she merely lapped everything she possibly could until Etna forced her head away to rest.\n\nFlonne sat back, looking at Etna gasping on the bed, her face covered in warm love.\n\nFlonne licked her mouth and then used her bare arm to wipe the rest of it away. After which, she stood up.\n\n\"Oh… Etna… That…\" Flonne tried to speak of her emotions but found her mind drawing a blank.\n\nAs Etna's orgasm had wholly subsided, she stood up in front of Flonne. \n\nAt first, it seemed like they would embrace, but as Flonne moved in, Etna raised her hand and grabbed her by the throat.\n\n“!”\n\nFlonne was pushed against the wall of Etna's room with a rough slam, and Etna's expression was now one of deviousness.\n\n“Well, well, little Flonne, it was about time you had the guts to make a move.”\n\nFlonne felt pain in her neck, and she tried to breathe despite being choked a bit.\n\n“Ah… I…”\n\n“You love me?” Etna asked.\n\nFlonne merely nodded, making Etna release her throat and instead pin both of her arms against the wall.\n\n“And here I thought you just wanted to fuck me; I was waiting for you to eat my pussy for the last week.”\n\n“Ah… What? How… But the potion….\"\n\n“Was just a mixture of wine and alcohol from the wine cellar. you idiot!”\n\nFlonne's eyes widened, and she spoke almost instinctively. \"I… that was all a trick?\"\n\nEtna smirked and licked her own lips a bit. \"I know, I know, I am an amazing actress, aren't I? Once you told me what you thought that idiotic drink did, I merely played along.\"\n\nFlonne was frightened as Etna bared her fangs and was mere inches from her face.\n\n\"I respect the effort and the sentiment….\" Etna's voice came out somewhat low, with a transparent blush on her face.\n\n\"I do love you, Etna… I…\" Flonne began but was shouted down by Etna.\n\n\"Shut it! You're a demoness now. Demand what you expect, don't cower!\"\n\nFlonne stared deep into Etna's crimson eyes and then stated precisely what was on her mind.\n\n“I want you to make me orgasm, Etna.”\n\nEtna laughed and pressed her half-naked body against Flonne, pinning her to the wall.\n\n“Ah…” Flonne gasped.\n\nEtna bent in and slowly began to suck on the fallen angel’s neck. Then, with powerful confidence, Etna forced her hand into the front of Flonne’s already wet panties.\n\n“Oh! Etna… Ah!” She squirmed, unable to move.\n\nEtna roughly sucked her neck, using her right hand to tease and play with Flonne's beautiful pussy. Her fingers exploring the outer lips and slowly inserting themselves one by one until she heard Flonne cry out.\n\n“T-that’s enough!”\n\nEtna used her fangs and bit gently against the skin of Flonne's neck. It elicited some pleasureful pain in Flonne, and she winced while the rough demoness displayed her dominance.\n\nEtna's two fingers were sliding in and out of Flonne's wet pussy, coordinating her thumb to play with Flonne’s clit simultaneously.\n\n“Mm… mm… mm… mm….” Flonne grunted with each powerful pump of her privates.\n\nEtna sucked even harder on Flonne’s neck, and Flonne felt as if she was unable to hold back her ecstasy for much longer.\n\n“Ah! Enta… Oh lord… mmm.” She shut her eyes.\n\nEtna became faster with her penetration while rubbing, and inevitably, Flonne squealed with orgasmic delight. \n\nWhen Flonne opened her mouth to scream, Etna quickly placed her mouth roughly over it and began to insert her tongue, substantially muffling the orgasm's noise.\n\n“Mmmmmmfff!” \n\nEtna felt the shaking of her body but continued to play with Flonne's privates. It caused Flonne to fight against her hand until she eventually removed it from herself.\n\nThe two were now lost in their rough kissing as the room began to spin in their minds. Left and right, they stumbled about the room with their eyes closed and their tongues locked until they hit the side of the bed and fell into it together.\n\n“Mmmm.”\n\nOnce oxygen was again needed, they broke the kiss with a desperate gasp, and Flonne instinctively cuddled her body next to Etna.\n\n“…”\n\nWhen she realized she'd done so, she began to push away but was grabbed on the wrist by Etna.\n\n\"I didn't tell you to leave. Stay the fuck where you are at.\"\n\nFlonne merely slumped down and rested her head next to Etna. The two sat there in blissful silence until Etna eventually broke it.\n\n“Ya know… This love stuff you are always babbling about….\"\n\n“Hm?” Flonne looked up at her.\n\n\"Maybe you could teach me some more about it… Er, well, you know, so I know how to avoid it completely.\" Etna said.\n\nFlonne snuggled even closer to Etna with a genuine smile and let out a peacefully content breath through her nose.\n\n“Sure, Etna… as long as you don’t mind, I come by every night.\"\n\n“…” \n\nThere was a quietness in the room, and then Flonne felt Etna's hand beneath her chin to raise her vision to eye level.\n\n\"I demand it….\" Etna smirked.\n\nFlonne merely smiled at her, and when her head was released, she rested on Etna’s shoulder.\n\n\"Good night, Etna… I love you….\" Flonne whispered, yawning in her newfound exhaustion.\n\n“…”\n\nEtna merely shut her eyes and breathed a sigh of contentment herself.\n\n“You’re ok, I guess… Well, kinda… You know…”\n\n“…”\n\n“Goodnight.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Flonne, damnit!  What do YOU want!?”  Etna growled from her place on her bed.

Flonne stood still by the open door of Etna's room and merely stared at the demoness raising her voice.

“Every night, you lazily wander over here and interrupt my ‘me’ time, and every time I tell you to fuck off, you do it again!”

Flonne placed her hands in front of herself, and despite feeling both fear and shame, she seemed resolute not to be forced away by Etna tonight.

"I…  Um…"  She began in barely a whisper but was immediately cut off.

“So, you can actually speak?  Every night you come here, you stare at me like some creep…."

“…”

Etna quietly raised herself from the bed to stand before Flonne and put her hand to her chin.

“You’re plannin’ something…  Aren’t you?”  Etna said with almost a smirk on her face.

"Oh, no, nothing like that, I…."  Flonne began but was silenced again.

"Shut up!  Just because you're a demon now doesn't mean you can muscle in on my vassalship."  She sneered at Flonne and showed her demon's fangs.

Flonne backed away into the door's frame as Etna stomped over and pushed her the rest of the way out of it once she was in front of her.

"There, now you can go to your room and let me have my privacy,"  Etna said.

Flonne just raised her hand to speak, and with a smile, Etna slammed the door in her face.

BANG!

“…”

With a quiet sigh, Flonne turned away and began to drag her feet along the red carpet in the hallway.  She felt dejected, but with Etna, there was usually cruelty and berating.  Though she endured it quite well, it did ware on her over time.

As Flonne wandered past her room, she was lost in a crestfallen sea of painful emotions.  Where at first, she admired Etna for her strength and assertive attitude, she now found new desires and a frightening attraction.

While she sauntered, she felt the tears welling up in her eyes.  The pain in her chest was extraordinary, and she felt strangely lost despite her constant attempts to be the pure arbiter of justice and love.

She spoke these things and tried to educate demonkind of their importance, yet she failed to practice what she preached when she needed it most.

She felt herself as much a hypocrite as Etna typically was, but in a way, that perversion made her a far better fallen angel.

With her pure white sleeve, she wiped the forming tears from her eyes and let out another heavy sigh as she moved away from the castle gate and out into the underworld.

Flonne's mind was as busy as her aching heart, and she couldn't help but be intimidated by Etna regarding this matter.  Mainly because she understood that rejection was absolutely assured.

She stared at her feet as she roamed out into the underworld market.  A dangerous place, to be sure, but Laharal’s strength as overlord was so renowned by this point that no one would dare harm one of his vassals.

“…”

“Pardon me, missss?”  The sound of a low hiss was heard over to her side.

Flonne blinked and looked over at the demon selling his wares.  He was, of course, as shady as one could be, but that made him all the more appealing to other demons to buy from.

At first, Flonne was hesitant, and then she pointed to herself to ensure he was speaking to her.

“Yesssss, you misssss, come clossser, and sssspeak with me.”  He hissed more as his reptilian tongue jutted out from his shadowy cowl.

Flonne felt a bit reluctant, but this distraction was enough to remove her mind from her self-critique and pain.  With a slow gait, she moved, and then when she stood before him, he bared his razor-sharp teeth in an attempted smile.

“I know that look on you…  It’ssss one of unacknowledged desssssire and lonelinessss.”

She felt fear that he so quickly pegged her feelings, but before she could retreat, he reached into his tattered cloak and pulled out a small glowing vial that was as red as blood.

“Worry not, young demonesssss.  I have the ansssswer you sssseek.  I am a demon of dessssire, and thissss will assssure your ssssuccessss.”

Flonne was frozen in place and staring at the potion brought with it a sense of hope.  She stepped forward to examine it more closely, and the demon spoke again to her.

“Thisss will give you total control over your victim. They will be yoursssss to do with assss you pleasssse.”

Flonne stopped and felt terror, not because of him or the potion, but because she was actually tempted by it.

"I… um…"  She stammered and placed her hand to her heart to try and calm its racing.

Had becoming a fallen angel infected her very soul?  Even she noticed her polite mannerisms slipping over time, and now here she was, dealing with the devil, so to speak.

“…”

"H-how much?"  Flonne asked and then convinced herself it was simply out of "curiosity."

The demon hissed, then smiled and spoke.  “Three-million HL.”

Flonne was floored and shook her head.  "I-I don't have that much…."

The demon frowned and glared at her.  “You are a vassssal, yessss?  I know you have much…."

Flonne glanced down at her feet and then responded meekly.  “Sorry…”

The demon was unamused and placed the elixir back into his cloak.  "Then fuck off peassssant…  The essssance of a demon of dessssire is not for the likesss of you…."

Flonne simply turned away from him and then wandered back in the direction she had come.  That demon was, at the very least, a distraction, but her guilt over her consideration was now eating at her.

She didn’t want Etna to be a slave…  She just wanted her to be nicer…

“…”

If Etna was more amicable, it would be easy to talk to her…  Maybe even have a chance at reciprocation.

The more Flonne thought about it, the more it made sense in her desperation.  She knew that the castle was full of all manner of things, so surely there would be some kind of potion mixing room there.  Wouldn’t there?

With a little more pep in her step, Flonne quickly made her way back through the gate and, once inside, began wandering the halls in the night.  The décor was lovely and drab as always, but most of the rooms seemed to lead to all manner of torturing devices.

As she rounded the way, she walked past the bathroom she typically used and entered an unknown castle wing.  This one was relatively quiet at night, and it brought with it a sense of eerie peace.

“Hm…”

As Flonne scrutinized the paintings of Laharal’s father on the wall, she was led down the path until she reached an old door.  At first, it made Flonne unsure, but as she opened it, she found it led down a flight of carpeted stone steps.

With a deep breath, she gathered her courage and began to follow the candles down into what appeared to be a stone cellar.  Here, set atop tables and on wooden shelves, sat numerous bottles of liquid.

Flonne felt extreme excitement and placed her hands together.  "This has to be it...!"  "Oh…."

She hushed herself from her shout and rapidly placed her hands over her mouth.

After she was sure, she wasn't heard.  She walked over to the oddly-shaped glass bottles and examined the labels writing.  Some of them had accompanying symbols, but unfortunately, most were written in demon.  A language that she had only just begun learning.

“Uhm…”

A few words would be recognizable, but overall, it was gibberish.

"Hm…"  Flonne scrutinized a large glass bottle and noticed a word or two she recognized.

“Strong”

“Mix”

“…”

"Maybe this is what I need as a base?"  Flonne uttered to herself and grabbed a small glass atop the table.

She bit the cork with her teeth and pulled it from the bottle with a "pop."  It looked like it had been opened at some previous time, but plenty was still left inside.

With care, Flonne poured some of the purple liquid into the glass and examined it.  It smelled strong but did not react or melt anything, so it would likely be relatively safe, wouldn't it?

Setting aside the bottle, she browsed the table and shelves for more.  In her naive way, she was making sense to herself but was not totally ignorant of the dangers of unknown chemicals.

She stopped when she reached a smaller bottle that depicted a heart design on it.

“Hm…?  Maybe?”  She murmured and grabbed it off the shelf.

Walking over to the glass of purple liquid, she started to pull the cork off this one and began to pour it slowly in.  It began to splash and mix, but there was no solid outward reaction. The only noticeable change was the color and strength of the smell.

It did not smell pleasant to Flonne and burnt her nose a bit, but she assumed it was working if it changed color.  She placed the heart bottle down and decided she needed one more ingredient to fill the glass.

Taking to the shelves, she scrutinized the bottles as closely as possible and stopped when a word she recognized caught her attention.

“Nice…”

"Yes."  Flonne's voice raised slightly as she practically jumped for joy before grabbing the bottle.

Once it was in her arms, she looked over the writing and tried to discern other things about it.

“Nice…  Smooth… ???”

She could barely understand it, and the words were alien to her.  The ones she could read painted images of smooth, soft kittens and nice pleasantries.

“This is what I need. I am sure of it."  She said aloud as she wandered over while she popped the cork.

Once over the half-full glass, she poured the pink-colored liquid into the mixture.  Again, it changed color, resembling an almost light lavender hue.  The smell was still strong and overbearing but had hints and tones of floral scents.

Flonne smiled to herself and raised the glass.  “Making magic potions is easy.”

Once satisfied, Flonne cautiously carried the glass of liquid up the stairs and into the hallway.  She kept her attention sharp so that she both wasn't spotted and wouldn't drop the precious concoction.

Quietly shutting the potion room door, she carried herself along the quiet hallway, passing the bathroom and tip-toeing by Etna's room.

Etna could be heard moving about, but Flonne merely sped up into a dash when she feared Etna might come into the hall.

She hastily opened her bedroom door and shut it roughly behind herself.  Latching it quickly and then rushing over to her night table.

Pushing the scattered perfumes and various feminine products aside, she placed the glass down and began searching through her drawer.  After a few moments of looking, she came across one of her decorative yet empty perfume bottles.

Ripping the cork off, she silently and carefully began pouring the precious liquid slowly into the narrow opening.  The potion splashed and spilled out onto the drawer while Flonne bit her tongue.

After a minute or two of careful yet sloppy pouring, she had managed to fill the entire star-shaped perfume bottle with the lavender liquid.  Her drawer was wet and stinking firmly of the concoction, but she was unconcerned with most else at this moment.

Flonne raised the bottle and examined it against the candlelight.  It was rather pretty, and despite its smells, it looked kind of delicious.

“Ok…”  Flonne said, picking up the cork and slamming it in with her palm.

POP!

The sound was loud when it had been removed but even louder when slamming it back into the new “star potion.”

With happiness, she stared at it in its completed form and then slowly slid it into her pocket.

Everything that needed to be done was done, but now, she had to find a way to convince Etna to drink it.

“…”

Even though she knew she could slip it into something deceitfully, it felt against her nature to be so cruel.  As she thought, she concluded at most that a little "white lie" was needed, and then she could simply admit what it precisely was after Etna drank it.

Satisfied and working up confidence.  Flonne unlatched her door and quietly wandered towards Etna's room.  It seemed somewhat peaceful, though Flonne could still hear Etna moving about inside.

With no more reservation, Flonne quietly checked the knob, and when she found it unlocked, she gently opened the door.

Etna was facing the body mirror against the wall and standing in nothing but her underclothes.  It seemed she was admiring her scantily-clad body proudly and even struck poses that showed off her feminine features.

“Yes, Etna, you truly are a beautiful queen.”

Flonne stood in the doorway but was paralyzed, staring at Etna’s young, supple body.  Beautiful was correct, she was gorgeous to Flonne, and this was a treat for her eyes.

“…”

When Etna turned around, Flonne stood frozen in the doorway, and the second their eyes met.  Flonne could tell that Etna wanted to kill her for walking in during this.

"What…  Did…  I… Tell…  YOU!"  She roared and stomped over to Flonne.

Flonne started to move back, but this time, Etna slammed the door shut behind her, trapping her with the violent demoness.

“Flonne.  I am going to hurt you, so ready yourself!”

“W-wait…  I…”

Etna moved forward and seemed like she was about to roughly grab her, but before she could, Flonne shouted.

“I AM HERE TO APOLOGIZE AND OFFER YOU A GIFT!”

Etna stopped and then glared at Flonne.  At first, she seemed confused, but then she smiled slightly.

“Weeellll, it seems you recognize your place and my greatness after all.  I suppose if you wish to grovel, I will hold off on beating you."

Flonne was quiet and nervously put her hand into her pocket.  Etna scrutinized her movements and was humored the second that Flonne pulled the potion from her pocket.

“Really, Flonne?  You think I am that stupid?”

Flonne shook her head and defended the gift.  "N-no, I, well… I went out to the market and bought this from a sweets salesman.  I know how much you like sweet things.”

Etna raised an eyebrow and snatched the elixir away from Flonne.  She examined it, and a devious smile slowly crept across her face as she thought about it.

“Hmmm, sweet, you say?"  Etna said and pulled the cork out, discarding it on the floor.

Flonne was so nervous that she merely nodded in response to Etna’s speech.

Etna gave the potion a sniff, and she eyed Flonne’s mannerisms.  After some thought to herself, Etna wolfed down the potion without protest.

Flonne was shocked as Etna tossed the empty bottle to the floor and sat herself on the bed.  At first, it seemed like there was no change, but then Etna rubbed her head, after which she grabbed her throat.

"Ack!"  She gagged as she fell backward on the bed.

"Etna!"  Flonne shouted and ran to her side.

Etna rolled about and then simply stopped moving entirely, keeping her stare upwards towards the ceiling.

"Oh, Etna!  I-I am sorry!  Please don't!"  Flonne cried out with terror in her voice.

Etna failed to move, and Flonne panicked more.  "Oh, I should have never done that!  Please, Etna, please!"

Her cries were full of pain, and she felt terrible for what was occurring.  “Etna!  I-I just wanted to make a niceness potion, not hurt you!  Oh, heaven, please!"

“…”

As Flonne wiped the tears from her face and tried to revive Etna from her apparent stupor, she was jolted from her grief when Etna rapidly sat up and stared blankly at Flonne.

"Ahh!"  Flonne yelped and stumbled backward.

“…”

“E-Etna, are you ok?”

Etna was silent but then nodded slowly to respond.  "I… feel…. strange…."

It was clear to Flonne that her speech was off, but she was ultimately relieved that Etna was still awake and speaking.

"I am so sorry, Etna…  I should have never done that to you…."  Flonne apologized as earnestly as she could.

Etna just stared at her and then reached her hand out, touching Flonne's blond hair.

Flonne shuttered with excitement, and as she turned her attention to Etna, Etna spoke.

“Why did you want niceness, Flonne?”

Her speech was quiet but calm, and it was beginning to ease Flonne's doubts that it had worked.

“Um…  I… well…”  She stammered, feeling the heat in her cheeks.

Etna was uncharacteristically quiet and patient, and her gentle touch made Flonne comfortable.

“…”

“I love you, Etna…  I think you are gorgeous and beyond sexy…."

There was a hush, but then a warm smile was apparent on Etna's face.  She stood before Flonne and then slid her fingers into the sides of her own panties.

"I…  What are you?"  Flonne said but was immediately silenced by Etna pulling the panties down just enough so that they dropped to her floor.

Now wearing nothing but a bra and her ladybits exposed, she spoke.  “That’s why you are always coming here, you want to please me…  Don’t you?”

Flonne felt her heart race; though it was true, she felt awkward saying it.

Etna moved forward and gently caressed her cheek before pressing her lips against Flonne's.

Instantaneously, it was as if fireworks were going off inside Flonne, and when she leaned further into the kiss, she could do nothing but make a pleasant sound.

“Mmmmm…”

The kissing continued, and even though Flonne recognized the wrongness of this, she had already become a prisoner to the moment.  Their heads turned, and they kissed passionately increasing roughness.

Flonne felt as if she were levitating over the ground, so light was her spirit, and so overwhelmed with pleasant emotions she became.

The two staggered a bit, kissing to the point of breathlessness, refusing to part until their lungs burned from unregulated and intense passion.

"Ah…"  Flonne broke away and gasped for much-needed oxygen.

Etna smiled and wiped the wetness from her lips, after which she licked it off her fingers.  "You taste so intoxicating, Flonne…."

The words were music to her ears, and Flonne herself was intoxicated by the overwhelming feeling of love she felt.

“Etna…”

Etna sat on the edge of her bed and quietly spread her legs to reveal her resplendent, smooth pussy.  She slid her fingers along the pink slit and stopped just above her clit, inviting the fallen angel to come.

"I know this is what you are hungry for…."

Flonne was initially unsure, but the longer she stared, the more tingly her own privates became.  A rush of lustful excitement shot through her body, and she moved to Etna shyly.

"I… I've never done this before…."  Flonne admitted sheepishly.

Etna slid her fingers through Flonne's golden hair and rubbed gently.  "A demoness who cannot eat pussy, is no demoness at all."

Flonne looked up into Etna's red eyes and could see her powerfully looking down on her.  At first, she moved close to Etna's wet bits but then settled on kissing her exposed tummy.

She could feel Etna undoing her clothes as she explored and tested the waters.  The act made her feel hot, so she planted delicate kisses all the way down until she reached Etna's privates.

“Mmm…”  Flonne moaned with a satisfied sigh and pressed her mouth against its warm, wet surface.

“Ah…”  Etna panted and grabbed hold of Flonne’s head, pressing her semi-roughly into her crotch.

Flonne opened her mouth to taste the demoness and found it much to her liking.  The delicious honey that leaked forth against her tongue not only turned her on, but the gentle sighs, moans, and prodding granted her feelings of power.

As Flonne gained confidence, she began kissing her inner thighs and placing her tongue into the slit as if daring Etna to stop her.

“Ah…  Yeah, Flonne, yeah….”  Etna encouraged through heavy gasps.

Flonne licked upwards and began to stimulate Etna's clitoris.  Her tongue made a repetitive and gentle circular motion, which only made Etna become rougher and leak more.

“Oh, fuck, Flonne…  Yes, eat that demoness pussy.”  She cried.

Flonne was in complete rhythm and kept the motion going, every so often stopping to lap up some of Etna’s sweet, leaking nectar.

“Ah, Flonne!”  Etna squealed with delight.

Etna's legs locked up, pressing against the sides of Flonne's head.  Her body began getting assaulted by waves of pleasure, forcing her body to shake uncontrollably.

“Ohh… mmmm…”  Etna moaned in absolute ecstasy.

Flonne felt wetness cover her mouth and chin, and she merely lapped everything she possibly could until Etna forced her head away to rest.

Flonne sat back, looking at Etna gasping on the bed, her face covered in warm love.

Flonne licked her mouth and then used her bare arm to wipe the rest of it away.  After which, she stood up.

"Oh…  Etna…  That…"  Flonne tried to speak of her emotions but found her mind drawing a blank.

As Etna's orgasm had wholly subsided, she stood up in front of Flonne.

At first, it seemed like they would embrace, but as Flonne moved in, Etna raised her hand and grabbed her by the throat.

“!”

Flonne was pushed against the wall of Etna's room with a rough slam, and Etna's expression was now one of deviousness.

“Well, well, little Flonne, it was about time you had the guts to make a move.”

Flonne felt pain in her neck, and she tried to breathe despite being choked a bit.

“Ah… I…”

“You love me?”  Etna asked.

Flonne merely nodded, making Etna release her throat and instead pin both of her arms against the wall.

“And here I thought you just wanted to fuck me; I was waiting for you to eat my pussy for the last week.”

“Ah…  What?  How…  But the potion…."

“Was just a mixture of wine and alcohol from the wine cellar.  you idiot!”

Flonne's eyes widened, and she spoke almost instinctively.  "I…  that was all a trick?"

Etna smirked and licked her own lips a bit.  "I know, I know, I am an amazing actress, aren't I?  Once you told me what you thought that idiotic drink did, I merely played along."

Flonne was frightened as Etna bared her fangs and was mere inches from her face.

"I respect the effort and the sentiment…."  Etna's voice came out somewhat low, with a transparent blush on her face.

"I do love you, Etna…  I…"  Flonne began but was shouted down by Etna.

"Shut it!  You're a demoness now.  Demand what you expect, don't cower!"

Flonne stared deep into Etna's crimson eyes and then stated precisely what was on her mind.

“I want you to make me orgasm, Etna.”

Etna laughed and pressed her half-naked body against Flonne, pinning her to the wall.

“Ah…”  Flonne gasped.

Etna bent in and slowly began to suck on the fallen angel’s neck.  Then, with powerful confidence, Etna forced her hand into the front of Flonne’s already wet panties.

“Oh!  Etna…  Ah!”  She squirmed, unable to move.

Etna roughly sucked her neck, using her right hand to tease and play with Flonne's beautiful pussy.  Her fingers exploring the outer lips and slowly inserting themselves one by one until she heard Flonne cry out.

“T-that’s enough!”

Etna used her fangs and bit gently against the skin of Flonne's neck.  It elicited some pleasureful pain in Flonne, and she winced while the rough demoness displayed her dominance.

Etna's two fingers were sliding in and out of Flonne's wet pussy, coordinating her thumb to play with Flonne’s clit simultaneously.

“Mm… mm… mm… mm….”  Flonne grunted with each powerful pump of her privates.

Etna sucked even harder on Flonne’s neck, and Flonne felt as if she was unable to hold back her ecstasy for much longer.

“Ah!  Enta…  Oh lord…  mmm.”  She shut her eyes.

Etna became faster with her penetration while rubbing, and inevitably, Flonne squealed with orgasmic delight.

When Flonne opened her mouth to scream, Etna quickly placed her mouth roughly over it and began to insert her tongue, substantially muffling the orgasm's noise.

“Mmmmmmfff!”

Etna felt the shaking of her body but continued to play with Flonne's privates.  It caused Flonne to fight against her hand until she eventually removed it from herself.

The two were now lost in their rough kissing as the room began to spin in their minds.  Left and right, they stumbled about the room with their eyes closed and their tongues locked until they hit the side of the bed and fell into it together.

“Mmmm.”

Once oxygen was again needed, they broke the kiss with a desperate gasp, and Flonne instinctively cuddled her body next to Etna.

“…”

When she realized she'd done so, she began to push away but was grabbed on the wrist by Etna.

"I didn't tell you to leave. Stay the fuck where you are at."

Flonne merely slumped down and rested her head next to Etna.  The two sat there in blissful silence until Etna eventually broke it.

“Ya know…  This love stuff you are always babbling about…."

“Hm?”  Flonne looked up at her.

"Maybe you could teach me some more about it…  Er, well, you know, so I know how to avoid it completely."  Etna said.

Flonne snuggled even closer to Etna with a genuine smile and let out a peacefully content breath through her nose.

“Sure, Etna…  as long as you don’t mind, I come by every night."

“…”

There was a quietness in the room, and then Flonne felt Etna's hand beneath her chin to raise her vision to eye level.

"I demand it…."  Etna smirked.

Flonne merely smiled at her, and when her head was released, she rested on Etna’s shoulder.

"Good night, Etna…  I love you…."  Flonne whispered, yawning in her newfound exhaustion.

“…”

Etna merely shut her eyes and breathed a sigh of contentment herself.

“You’re ok, I guess…  Well, kinda…  You know…”

“…”

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