A Wedding Sinister v1.00 Tags: daemonettexarbitrator, futa, transformation, non-futa daemonette, vaginal, tailplay, lactation, anal, prostate stimulation Synopsis: An arbitrator encounters a daemonette when he is busting a cult, and falls prey to her seductions. He makes a poorly thought out contract with it, and finds himself married to a monster. Sex ensues. The reinforced steel door burst from its hinges and sailed through the air with an echoing blast, flattening an unsuspecting cultist against the wall with a sickening crunch. Thick, hazy gas spilled into the vile chamber, bringing the rest of them to their knees within a single gasp. The ones who were able to cover their mouths in time felt the brutal burn of the rest of their flesh melting right off of their bones in great sloughs. Clad in black carapace from head to toe, and with a respirator shielding his face and lungs, a man dived into the room, tightly gripping his hellgun. The handful who were lucky enough to be wearing void suits raised their primitive solid projectile weapons at the intruder, but the fumes obscured him and they could only fire blindly into the opaque air. In response, single, well-placed beams of concentrated light burned through their cover, which consisted of wooden pews, and then their torsos, vaporizing flesh and bone as well as cooking through their internal organs. One by one, the cultists fell as the assailant coolly aimed at the next one and pulled the trigger. The scent of burnt meat slowly filled the room. The rabble stood no chance. The last of them died from sheer fright, the heart in his obese form palpitating and finally growing still. The hiss of the victor’s respirator was the only noise in the room for a few tense moments, and then he lowered his rifle. The gases cleared up naturally as they filtered into the vents, and the man in black walked about the room, checking the pulse of every single one of the sinners to ensure they had all perished. After his sweep, his shoulders finally drooped in relaxation, and he pulled off the mask to sigh deeply. His face was grizzled, a thick dark stubble dotting his square jaw. Two scars ran down his face – one across his left cheek, old and faded, and the other across his nose, still red and fresh. One of his eyes was blackened, puffy, and swollen up. His right ear was missing, where it ought to be covered by a hastily applied medical patch. He glanced at the altar in the chamber and pulled a small mechanical device from his belt, holding the vox-receptacle up to his lips. “Arbitrator Rylas. Voice log, date: M37.445, dusk. Investigation code: ABY33-74775. Supplemental. Assault on the criminal hideout was a success. Uncovered the whole operation, including the main factory for the illegal intoxicant, known colloquially as Amasick. Details are in prior logs. Found the names and evidence to bring down any surviving tendrils of the organization. The despoiling and loss of my trainee partner, Enforcer Vendra, has been avenged, and the guilty have been brought to justice.” The Arbites paused to take a deep breath before continuing. “Crimes discovered: drug tafficking. Human trafficking. Many counts of murder, assault, extortion. Grand theft. Raping an arbitrator. Murdering an arbitrator. Attempted murder on another arbitrator. And above all, heresy. Capture count: zero. Sentences: fifty-eight executions. One was not sentenced. He died before I could deliver justice upon him. Found a heretical altar in this chamber. Suspicious. Dangerous. I will have to conduct a thorough investigation. May have something to do with whatever it was that raped Vendra. Rylas out.” The armored man wordlessly put his metal and polymer mask back on, slinging his hellgun over his shoulder, beside his backpack power pack, and approached the altar cautiously. There was something large and rectangular, draped in cloth, laying on it. A soft dripping alerted him to the small trickle of what was clearly blood onto the ground from the altar. The arbitrator headed up the small set of steps, onto the raised platform, and reached out to pull the dirty rag away. There were not many things that could break the focus and mental discipline of an arbitrator. They were trained to be accustomed to the shocking violence that they lived on a daily basis, they saw the worst that the criminal scum of the galaxy had to offer on a regular basis, and ultimately, they were no ordinary men to begin with. Breaking a judge, as they were also known, was a task that very few ever accomplished. However, what Rylas saw before him shattered his concentration in a heartbeat. It was a tapestry woven from muscle fibers that had been somehow colored like fabric, a grotesque, fleshy abomination of art, seeping blood unnaturally. The fibers moved and pulsed, beating like a heart. The arbitrator uttered a gasp as he took it in. It was beautiful. So beautiful. The detail and technique of the piece was unspeakable. It was of his partner, Vandra, being violated by a pink-colored, feminine, human-like monster, horned and tailed, with a massive, jiggly bosom, and the claw of a crustacean on one arm – holding up and squeezing the thigh of the young woman so tightly that it dripped blood. The tapestry moved and shifted, and as the living fabric moved, the picture changed. The beast thrust a huge, pink shaft deep inside of the victim over and over again. In her normal hand, she held a fleshy, pulsing whip, covered in smaller wriggling tendrils and eyes. It was wrapped around the other thigh of the woman and seemed to be moving up and down underneath her rump, the angle obscuring the sight of its penetration of her supple rear. Each frame that the officer saw was clearly different, the details changing at an alarming pace that made it almost appear to be a visual recording. Vendra’s face that contorted with what looked like pain at first, but rapidly changed into delirious pleasure despite the myriad wounds on her toned form that the brutal assault inflicted upon her. The coitus was sickening, the hermaphroditic creature an insult and affront to all that was right and just. Then the beast turned her head, pitch black eyes staring directly at Rylas, a fiendish grin crossing her face. Frozen in shock, the arbitrator was unable to move as the image in the fibers seemed to come to life, leaving her prey and approaching him. She reached out a hand, and the pink tips of fingers slipped out from between the fibers of the tapestry, and moved forward, revealing a whole hand. Rylas’s instincts, screaming at him to move, finally overwhelmed his fascination, and he stepped backward, but he forgot the steps were there and tumbled onto his back painfully. He scrambled to draw his rifle, but by the time he had it aimed towards the monster, she was already standing over him – her claw bolted downwards and she sheared the gun in two, leaving it nothing more than a useless hunk of metal with a handle. The claw darted down to pierce the floor on each side of the man, the jagged, sharp edges lightly drawing blood from both sides of his neck. “I see you can appreciate my fine works of art,” she said with a raw sensuality, her wet tongue slithering out from between her lips and hanging down as if to display its preternatural length. It draped down over the immense flesh of her breasts, which were in themselves impossibly perky for their weight. Their luscious size, roundness, and the hard nubs of her nipples were strangely compelling even to the indoctrinated arbitrator. “What did you think of it?” “Disgusting,” Rylas said without hesitation. "Oh, are you sure about that? Your partner would be very sad to hear that. That’s her soul in there, you know.” “Liar!” “I have no reason to lie to you. You know, she was very strong. She lasted a whole three hours before she gave in to my cock. Then she was begging me to give her eternal pleasure, so I did so. Were you wondering why her heart was missing? I wove it out of that. One of my finest works of art, if I do say so myself. I was so happy with it that I just couldn’t help myself, and the next thing I knew I was in there for another round!” He glanced down and saw her manhood, still damp with musky fluids, and despite the grotesque nature of it, Rylas could not help but be mesmerized by it. He realized, with a rush of fear and adrenaline, that even though he should not be aroused by this creature’s foul shape, even despite all of his training and faith, the very sight of it was awakening some deeply buried, dark urges in his soul. Though he had only heard hushed whispers about entities such as this, he recognized what it must be immediately. “Daemon,” he growled defiantly. “Oh my, yes, how did you know? Such a clever mortal. Unfortunately, you interrupted my fun with your partner, and now I’m testy. I’ll think I’ll make up for it by separating that cute head of yours from your shoulders,” she said, immediately starting to close her claw, but the arbitrator’s trained reflexes did not fail him. He drew his power maul from his belt and slipped it into the opening of her claw, activating it and immediately repelling the chitinous appendage, freeing himself. He rolled backwards and onto his feet while the daemon giggled, her living whip wrapping around her waist once before sliding down between her buttocks and pressing between the folds of her flower. A filthy splurch echoed through the silent chamber, accompanied only by the low hum of the power maul as the tentacle violated her freely. “Ah! Mmm, yeah, you cheeky little thing, yeah! See, even my whip can’t wait. You’d better take responsibility, unf! I think using your fresh corpse as a cum receptacle will do,” she laughed maniacally as the thick weapon pushed in and out of her with frantic desire. Rylas analyzed the situation. He could attempt to escape and call for backup, but he could not bear to let his partner be tortured any longer, and he did not know how fast the monster was. He decided that his best – and potentially, only – chance for victory was to strike while the daemon was distracted. His body tensed, legs straightening and pushing him forward. Every nerve in his body was electrified as his thumb flicked the dial on his maul to lethal mode, the power field erupting and crackling around it at full strength. The officer’s arm shot forward at the daemon’s skull, and the weapon was casually parried aside by the claw with terrifying strength and agility, as he expected. His other hand drew his bolt pistol from his holster, and he slammed it up against the pink monstrosity’s skull, pulling the trigger as quickly as he could. The first bolt snapped the daemon’s head backwards from the point-blank force, and before she could recover, the second bolt smashed into her, snapping off one of her horns. The arbitrator was not expecting the beast to utilize the momentum to swing her legs up and smash her hooves into his chin in a backwards somersault, the sheer power behind the attack lifting him off of the ground and causing him to barely land on his feet, stumbling backwards in a daze. If he had not been wearing his armor, that attack would have torn his head right off. “Oh my, that was sly,” the daemon purred as she landed on her feet with catlike precision, her tongue swinging up to lap at the blood drizzling down from her broken horn. “It hurts so good! Too bad those oversized exploding bullets of yours aren’t blessed. You could have killed me right there, mmmhmmhmm,” she said, her whip still hungrily taking her, drops of cursed fluids falling to the floor beneath her. Struggling to recover his breath, Rylas panted through his respirator, falling to one knee. He had accidentally bitten his lip when she kicked him, and now the taste of blood filled his mouth. He shook himself, trying to recover his concentration, but he was so light-headed that he barely registered the fact that the daemon was strolling towards him casually. “Oh no! Already exhausted? How disappointing,” she laughed. Her tail curled and coiled in the air behind her, betraying her amusement. “You know, I think I’m fond of you. Your partner was just boring, but I can see some potential in you. You like what you see, don’t you? You like my body? You want me?” she asked in an increasingly sultry tone. Her fabulous breasts jiggled lightly as she finally stopped in front of the arbitrator, standing over him with a daemonic grin. Her huge, throbbing meat was even harder than before, Rylas realized in horror, a single drop of pre-cum leaking from it. He raised his bolt pistol, already pulling the trigger – but it was knocked right out of his hands with a single effortless swing of her claw. He lifted up his power maul, climbing to his feet shakily, and her tail darted forward and wrapped around his wrist, pulling his arm down and him with it. Collapsed on the ground, the arbitrator faced the gravity of the situation, disarmed and far too hurt to fight any longer. Despite all of his training, despite his experience, despite how closely he had come to death before – he was afraid. He was not afraid of dying, but rather, of dying too soon. There was too much crime, too much sin in the galaxy. He could not perish here. He absolutely had to survive so that he could take in one more criminal, save one more life. A prayer to the God-Emperor escaped his lips as the daemon slowly bent over him, tearing his mask off with her claw. “Oh, that decrepit old fool can’t save you now,” she purred, her tongue slipping out to lick the arbitrator on his scarred cheek. “If you must pray to someone, why not pray to me?” she asked, pulling her whip out from her genitals and tossing it aside as it emitted a weak scream of frustration. “I can grant any wish you want,” she purred. She swung her leg out over him and lowered herself down, straddling him with a hungry gleam in her eye. “Any… wish… you… want,” she repeated for emphasis, tearing pieces of his armor off with each word. Soon, his entire chest was bared, and his arms were not long after. Faded wounds from years ago littered his torso. The daemon’s fingers trailed over each scar sentimentally, running over his muscled abs and robust chest full of hair. Rylas groaned and squirmed under her touch, the supernatural warmth and softness of her hand propelling his heart into dangerous fervor. “Hmmm, you’ve been shot four times before. Twice with laser weapons. You are a tough one, aren’t you?” she said, scooting forward to sit on his exposed gut. Rylas became painfully aware of her sopping nethers, thick and soft, pressed against his skin. Her mound was pulsing with seductive heat and warmth, and sweet-smelling juices slowly dripped onto him from it. Her thick, gentle thighs were tightly wrapped around his sides, and every second spent like this was driving the thoughts of hatred and disgust out of the arbitrator’s mind, being rapidly replaced with unbridled, bestial lust. And yet, a part of him resisted. “I wish for you to die, monster,” he growled. “Hahahaha! Good one, but I’m afraid I can’t grant that,” she said. “Try again!” “Then, I wish for you to return to the hell from whence you came!” “Nope! Is that all you can think of? You seem rather fixated on my tits, maybe there’s something I can do with them for you?” she asked, running her hand up to squeeze and grope herself teasingly. The officer groaned, his urges burning in his loins uncontrollably. However, he could not accept intercourse with this monster – it was too vile, too heretical. Yet, he could not resist it anymore, either. His indoctrination slipped away, but one final thought occurred to him, a way to make the whole situation just barely more acceptable. “Daemon, become my wife,” Rylas panted. The daemon raised an eyebrow, a wolfish smile coming to her lips. “Absolutely!” she said without a moment of hesitation, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Her long tongue forced itself into his mouth, and he weakly wrestled with it. The daemonette sat back up and let out a primal moan as her form began to glow and morph, her massive member vanishing, her crab claw changing into a normal hand, and her tendril hair transforming into dazzling white locks of hair that hanged down just past her shoulders. The pitch black, beady eyes became the eyes of a human, albeit her irises were a dark red, and clearly unnatural. Her broken horn regenerated; then both horns shrank down to much more reasonable size. After a few moments of this, she gasped and sighed and looked back down at the servant of the Emperor, and then herself. “Oh wow, they weren’t big enough for you already?” she asked, reaching up to grab both of her heaving, even bigger bosoms with a giggle. “What happened?” he said, reaching out to touch her pelvis where her manhood had been, finding that it was indeed gone. “I altered my body to fit along your ideal woman’s shape more closely. Growing up in the Schola really gave you one hell of a hard-on for Adeptus Sororitas, didn't it? Teehee. You asked me to be your wife, and I strive to be excessively perfect in everything I do. Ah, one last thing: you are aware of what your payment is?” “My soul?” “Exactly,” she said, reaching out to carve an Aquila in his chest’s skin with a jagged nail, blood slowly seeping out from the wound. Rylas winced in pain, but was still too weak to fight back. “And now I’ve marked you as mine. Subtly, of course, but all you need to know is that when you die, your soul will come to me automatically. And I’ll greatly enjoy crafting it into a work of art… teehee!” “Wait, hold on, you're a monster!” “And now we’re lawfully wed by the laws of this world. One kiss is all it takes!” “Don’t lecture me on the law, foul beast!” “Oh, sorry husband, I’ll hold my tongue… unless you’d like me to use it on you in a different way?” “No!” the arbitrator said, finally recovering the strength to sit up and push the monster off of himself. She pouted and crossed her arms. “Am I not pleasing to your tastes?” “Agh, this was a mistake…” “Your dick certainly doesn’t think so,” she giggled. The officer of the law grimaced and tried to avert his gaze from the scintillating creature, who rolled into her hands and feet and crawled up to him seductively, her long tail waving back and forth in the air. He did not stop her from removing his codpiece and yanking his pants down, causing his rod to spring free from its confines. “Wow, you’re not bad for a human!” “I need to go,” Rylas said, glancing around the room until his eyes settled on his discarded power maul. “No, you don’t. Law 239994 of this world, subsection four, paragraph two: if a wife demands sexual relations with her husband, the husband is obligated to fulfill said demands to the best of his ability.” “I know the law, daemon! Why do you know it?!” “Because I strive to be excessively perfect in all things,” she giggled. “Whether that is crafting art, killing, or seducing mortals.” “You studied the laws of this world just to seduce men?!” “You just keep underestimating me. I am not a mortal like you, who would need years to learn such things. Memorizing the millions of laws on a planet is far too easy for an entity such as myself,” she laughed loudly, her fingers brushing over his erection tauntingly. “I hate you,” Rylas growled, biting his lip to try and resist the pleasure that she emanated. The powerful throb of his shaft against her touch was proof of his failure. “I love you!” the daemon smiled, looking deeply into his eyes, before diving on top of him and silencing any further protests with her lush lips. Though his strength had returned to him, Rylas found himself unable to resist her any longer, and greedily matched the movements of her delicious lips, unable to ignore the weight of her soft pink breasts laying on his chest and the pulsing, moist heat emanating from her crotch, washing over his member. His tip brushed against her parted folds, feeling their forbidden softness, like ambrosia. A bead of sweet-smelling lubricant slid down his length, and the man’s hips twitched upwards with need, almost penetrating her right then and there. The daemon broke off the sloppy kiss, a strand of saliva hanging between their mouths as the grizzled arbitrator panted with lust. “Wow, you can barely keep yourself from slamming it in, can you? But husband, that’s exactly what I want you to do! I want you to give in and fuck me and savor the sensation of violating your oaths to the Emperor,” she purred, lightly rubbing her groin against the head of his manhood to tempt him. “After all, we are married now, and you’ll have me for years. Warming your bed, and your heart. Just imagine all the things we’ll do together!” “Name. Tell me your name, first,” the servant of the Throne gasped, tendons in his thighs twitching uncontrollably. “My name is whatever you want it to be, hubby,” the daemonette said, pecking him on the cheek and pushing her fluffy chest against his. Her hips slowly lowered downwards, but her entrance was so tight and slick that his shaft slipped out behind her, and she slid her muff down his length tantalizingly, his tip brushing against her soft, ample rear. Rylas groaned and bucked his pelvis upwards, but all he managed to do was rub against her ass harder, unable to get the sweet release he sought. Her tush felt marvelous, so he began to swing himself up and down against it with zeal. “Oh my, are you that desperate?” the daemon asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Do you want it that badly?” “Don’t… play with me, daemon,” the arbitrator grunted. He was unable to get over the way her puffy vulva seemed to be pulsing against his member, wet and inviting. His heart pounded in his chest, sweating as he panted and groaned. “Then take me, husband. Make me yours.” Rylas gritted his teeth and his hands shot up to grab onto the voluptuous monster’s soft hips, squeezing her flesh tightly. He lifted her up, positioning his throbbing meat against her hungry flower, and slammed her down on himself at the same time that he thrust up and into her, pressing all the way into her hot, velvety folds in one smooth motion. His jaw dropped and he groaned as unspeakable bliss threatened to overwhelm his mind. “Oh my! How is my pussy, hubby? I designed it just for you!” the daemon asked, her long tongue running over her lips even as her slick walls gently squeezed and rippled around him, running over every vein and inch of his skin with loving care. “S-shit!” Rylas gasped, feeling like his entire body was about to explode with the sensations traveling over his dick. He swung himself up to the hilt inside of her again, gritting his teeth as her insides worked him over extravagantly. The daemon giggled, and her corrupt juices ran down his shaft as he slowly lowered back down. The arbitrator’s hands ran over her soft, full rump, squeezing and groping her enticing pink flesh. She purred. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it in your cock!” she said as her passage continued to torment his tip inside her. He groaned affirmatively, his head falling back, his mouth wide open and drooling slightly as he struggled to hold back the churning storm inside his balls. Her long, thin tail slowly slid over his length, caressing it gently and wrapping around it, squeezing it tightly, causing him to buck his hips upward in ecstasy. Then, his entire body tensed up, and he pushed down on her rear, forcing her all the way down on himself with a loud splurch, spreading her thighs wide around him. The monster let out a surprised yelp of pleasure and arched her back. Moments later, his column pulsed and surged, pumping his seed deep inside of the evil creature. She sighed passionately, flexing her tail around his shaft to squeeze as much of his semen out as possible, and caressed his face with her soft fingers. “Oh, you were so pent up, weren’t you? Let it all out, dear.” His orgasm lasted several seconds, his mind burning with the pleasure, his whole body twitching and squirming underneath the beast as she hummed and grinned down at him. Finally, his limbs relaxed, and he panted weakly, trying to recover his thoughts. He was vaguely aware of the daemon lifting off of him and crawling slightly forward, her tail still wrapped around his member and gently rubbing it up and down thanks to the plentiful lubricant she had left on it. Then she leaned over him, her bountiful bosom hanging right over him, and he opened his eyes, his pupils dilating slightly at the sight of them. Rylas’s fingers just moved reflexively, grabbing both of the breasts and squeezing them gently, testing their size, weight, shape, and softness for himself. They were exquisite. Each way he moved them caused the tender flesh to jiggle ever-so-slightly from their own weight. He stared at them like a child as he groped them. After only a few minutes of playing with them, he found himself slowly hardening once more, the tail’s ministrations only accelerating the process. “You really are a sucker for tits, aren’t you?” she said, laughing boisterously. Her tail wrapped around his member a few more times, covering even more surface area than before as it slowly toyed with him. “Shut up, whore,” he snapped. Moments later, he leaned upwards slightly, running his tongue over her large nipple and then wrapping his lips around it. He ignored the daemon’s fiendish chuckle and began to suck and slurp on it hungrily. To his surprise, as he applied pressure, some sort of liquid came out, and he accidentally swallowed some of it down before he could pull back to see what it was. A bit of white fluid dripped from the nub, running down her soft pink hill. “Don’t worry, Rylas, it’s just milk. I based it on the groxmilk you humans enjoy so much, with a few… modifications to it. It’s a little sweeter. And it’ll make your meat stick grow up to be big, and strong, with plenty of spunk packed behind it!” she said sweetly, reaching down to pet him on the head. He growled, but the warm fluid in his gut felt like it was beginning to flow through him. His head grew light, thoughts thinning out, while his manhood felt odd – tingly, and good. Moments later it shot to full staff, as if he had completely recovered from before already. He was forced to admit to himself that her milk was refreshingly tasty, and latched back on to the nipple, drinking from it as the daemon giggled from the sensation of his suckling. “Yes, dear, have as much as you’d like.” After a few more gulps of the intoxicating milk, he let go of her teet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He blinked, as if in a daze, and his eyes slowly refocused on the daemonette. The aphrodisiacs entered his bloodstream, and he grunted as tension filled his body, need beginning to build in his loins like never before. In a flash, he pushed the daemon over and climbed on top of her, veins beginning to pop out as his heartbeat accelerated. He panted as he stared down at the sexual goddess beneath him, his gaze lingering on her massive mammaries. Her tail continued to tease his shaft, and its tip slid up the rest of it to rub over his sensitive head, a bead of precum appearing there. He grunted bestially and pressed himself against her hot, wet mound, drooling onto her cheek. Her tongue flicked out, scooping up his drool and swallowing it with a lusty smile. “I love you, hubby,” she purred, and he slammed himself into her again, the dirty sound of their flesh slapping together echoing in the barren chamber. Four hours later… “Ahhh!” the beast cried in abject joy, her entire curvy form bouncing forwards from the force of the thrust into her tight, full rear. “Not so rough!” she said, her voice wavering with lust. She was on her hands and knees, being utterly ravaged by Rylas. The next thrust caused her legs to shake from the sensations running through her, and pushed her forward, her arms losing their strength. Her upper half collapsed to the ground, leaving only her ass sticking up in the air to be used as the man’s personal fucktoy. Her face was on the floor, her eyes half-lidded, drooling profusely. Her tongue lolled out with the next thrust, and she giggled. It had been a long time since anyone had used her body so thoroughly. Of course, she suffered from the limitations of her material form, but that did not change the fact that the stuck-up arbitrator was performing better than every single one of the cultists who had summoned her in the first place. She had originally planned to merely kill him once she’d had her fill of him, as the terms of their arrangement did not require her to stay her hand against him, but… he had proven himself to be an interesting mortal once again. The next mighty swing of his hips against her rump made her moan indecently. Her labia twitched hungrily, dripping glittering juices on the ground. Her ass clenched around his girth, making him grunt appreciatively as he pulled back for the next swing. A devious thought occurred to the daemon, and a smile curled across her immaculate face. Rylas shuddered involuntarily when he felt something thin, soft, and slightly wet slowly rub up between his buttocks. He realized in his sex-crazed haze that it was the daemon’s tail, and the tingling of his ring made her intentions clear. The pink-skinned monster turned her head back and chuckled. “Well, it’s only fair, isn’t it?” she said, before the damp tip of her fleshy tail slowly pressed inwards. The arbitrator groaned as he felt it penetrate, his next thrust slightly harder than before due to the tingly sensations. Then the appendage brushed against something inside of him, something painfully sensitive, and he let out a deep grunt and his thigh twitched a bit. “Damn whore!” he yelled, grabbing her by her hair and lifting her head off of the ground forcefully, breaking into a frantic pace of humps. She laughed and continued rubbing her tail up against his prostate, enjoying the way it made the stoic man lose control. A few minutes later, she was rewarded with another blast of semen from him, flowing deep into her daemonic bowels. She moaned and gasped, going through a powerful orgasm of her own. She almost lost control of her faculties, but managed to maintain her focus. It would be bad if she was overwhelmed by a mortal. She was surprised when, after a few moments of heavy panting, Rylas spoke. “Your name is Vendra of Natrex. You are an Enforcer of the Adeptus Arbites, and my partner.” The daemon glanced back at the man with a raised white eyebrow. “Are… are you serious?” “Yes,” he said. If it was not him, she might have thought he was joking. “You want me to pretend to be your partner?” “You’ve spent plenty of time with her. I’m sure for someone who calls themselves perfect, it would be easy to impersonate any ‘mortal’ they want. This way you can stay with me. I’ll have to modify some of my personal logs, but I have not submitted any reports to the Arbites about her death.” “Of course I can impersonate her!” the daemon said, her tone carrying a sharp edge to it. “I can even be her, if you want. I’m that good.” “Then be Vendra. And stop torturing her soul.” “To be honest, love, it stopped being torture long before I reaped her soul!” the daemon giggled, her high spirits returning. He growled hatefully, and she shut up, knowing not to push her luck. “So you’re really going to do this?” “We made a legally binding contract, and are wedded. I cannot think of any other way to live together with you. Even if I despise the idea.” The daemon’s tail twisted around inside him, and he groaned. Then it slipped out, granting him a reprieve from the pleasurable pressure. “Alright, husband,” the daemon said, extricating herself from his manhood and turning around to face him. His proposition actually sounded pretty fun. “Then I will be Vendra of Natrex. Your partner, and your secret lover.” She pushed a finger against his hairy chest, running it around in circles playfully. “And your secret secret daemon whore.” He grabbed her by the shoulders, and planted his lips against hers. She hummed and kissed him back, giving him quite a bit of her unnaturally long tongue until he pulled away. When he did, he saw that she was already Vendra, adjusting her messy sex-hair with a pout. “Damn it, Rylas, you really did a number on me. Thanks for saving me from the cultists, though…” she said, blushing and giving him a bashful smile, her eyelashes fluttering. His heart skipped a beat, but he scowled. “Daemon, she wasn’t that soft and you know that.” The blonde girl giggled, then her face got serious. “You’re right, Rylas. That ass-fucking was phenomenal, but we need to get back to work. There’s always more criminal scum to take down. Really shouldn’t have wasted so much time here,” she said sternly, standing up and walking over to pick up the ‘work of art’ on the pedestal. Then she retrieved her flesh whip. Both the ‘art’ and the whip melded into her flesh, vanishing without a trace. “And if you ever want to visit the real me, you can just ask to see me. I’m sure I’d be quite happy to get a visitor.” Rylas sighed, putting his face in his hands. Then he took a deep breath, gathered his gear, and led Vendra out of the room. She reached down and grabbed his hand, and he grudgingly clasped his around hers as well. The End.