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BAM!
The door slammed open with a deafening kick.
A very pissed redhead standing in the entrance, her silhouette tall and imposing. The glimmering Gok-do brandished behind her back defensively.
As the light floods into the room Mira goes through a myriad of changing emotions. Boiling hot rage fading into, shock, and then relief, as she realizes her girls are safe…somewhat.
She’s not exactly sure what she’s looking at, the most distinctive thing being the wild purple hair of what should be Rumi. But instead it’s attached to a hulking mass of horns, claws, and teeth. She catches a glimpse of Zoey’s signature buns attempting to sleepily peek out from the cage of patterned muscled arms that shield her.
A furious snarl greets her noisy entrance. Catching bared tusks and fangs glimmering with some shiny purple substance. Golden flashing eyes from the demonic mass to meet her wide ones. The hot-headed Hunter’s gaze drifted up, taking in the branching horns covered in demonic patterning, They glowed ominously, the hellish crown adding an eerie imposing shadow that seemed to engulf the room.
Mira exchanges a long heated glare with what she thinks is a feral Demon-Rumi. Patterns scrawling her back, glowing red like an ambient night light, a warning. She isn’t sure what even happened. But eyeing the long gouges marking the frame of the youngest rapper’s bed and the shredded sheets and a tattered pile of clothes to the side.
She relies on her first instinct.
Rage; it burns brighter at the sight of a limp Zoey. Seemingly caged between large claws that looked capable of tearing flesh and muscle with ease and sharp jagged teeth that were hovering so close to her neck. She even spots glowing purple spines lining the demonic Popstar’s spine, arching defensively at her presence.
Zoey, still bleary from her rest. Tries to shake the sleepiness clinging to her skin. The loud abrupt bang of the door shattering, along with the snarls and growling coming from the overly protective demonoid above her. Was absolutely not helping her confusion as she blinks up. Trying to peer over the patterned bulky arms cradling her to see the commotion. But Demon-Rumi doesn’t make it easy, instinctively trying to protect the smaller girl, by shielding her with her greater body mass.
“Mira..?” Zoey slurred, catching a glimpse of red twin tails silhouetting the light flooding from the door. Rubbing at her eyes trying to rid her of exhaustion. Her mumbled soft words help break the tense stand-off between hot-blooded Hunter and Over-protective Demonoid.
“You lay another claw on Zoey, you’ll regret it!” Mira threatens. Eyes narrowing at the still feral Demon-Rumi.
Who, in turn, drowns out her shout with a protective snarl. Fangs baring and claws curling around Zoey’s naked back to bring her closer to her chest trying to hide her from the furious Popstar’s view.
Instinct calls to protect her charge, who she has fully marked to be hers.
A muffled squeak escapes the smaller girl as she’s cradled closer, gently, into the Demon’s cleavage, face smooshed awkwardly.
Mira’s heart jumps in her chest as she watches clawed daggers clutch at Zoey’s back. Praying they don’t cut the vulnerable skin exposed.
Heart racing but she’s frozen, knowing Zoey is too close, and will come in harm's way if she attempts to separate.
Zoey fully awake now after Demon-Rumi shifted her closer, jostling the sleep out of her body.
She realizes she has to attempt some damage control. The two were not going to calm down like this. Rumi’s overprotectiveness not helping the situation and Mira’s hot-blooded demeanor just clashing against one another .
“Girls… can we like— do all this.. later, please?" The raven-haired rapper starts. Pulling out her ultimate weapon and craning her head to stare up at demonic-slits with round puppy dog eyes. The gesture working, Demon-Rumi’s muscles actually loosening as they hold each other's gaze. Bared fangs hiding themselves when the young rapper leans up to wrap her arms around and presses a kiss on the glowing muscles lining the demon’s neck. Whip-like tail ceasing its aggressive thrashing and wrapping her forearm in return.
The soft gesture finally coaxes the devil-like creature to relax.
The smaller girl bringing her chin over a luminescent patterned shoulder, shooting the twin-tailed Huntress with the same pleading look.
Mira huffs.
Not understanding what is going on at all. But she supposed if Demon-Rumi is listening to Zoey and not sucking her soul then it was a slight misunderstanding. The iridescent glow of her Gok-do dissipating with a whisper back into the Honmoon. The ethereal magic flowing between each girl as it reminds them of their bond.
The redhead folds her arms and waits, posture still tense. Shooting Zoey a piercing look while her foot taps. Wanting an explanation for the panic attack the smaller girl had just put her through.
Zoey smiles sheepishly. Pressing more kisses up against Rumi’s pattered chin as she tries to calm and reassure the still feral-minded Demon that everything is alright. Pink ripples pulsing out from each peck she places. Causing her to let out a light giggle. A happy sound between a rumble and a purr vibrating through the demonoid’s chest as Zoey lavishes her with attention.
“Move over, I want a turn.” Mira interrupts, stalking forward with purpose, eyes challenging, a spark of jealousy.
Demon-slits snap to her and she hesitates, unsure if Rumi was even in recognition of her. The hulking creature staring for a long moment as if searching for something. A chuff escapes her chest, pink vapor puffing out with the exhale. Mira watching in mild fascination with a raised brow at these new quirks fully shifted Rumi displayed.
“I don’t think she can talk.. much? It’s been a little hard communicating with her.” Zoey chimes.
Still draped over Rumi’s shoulders, soaking in her comforting hellish warmth against the younger girl’s naked body. Hands brushing up to the feral demon's neck. Scratching soothingly like a cat. Only to be proven, as eyes close and another pleased rumble-purr leaves her chest, chin reflexively lifting at the sensation. Those jagged patterns rippling a calm blue for once. Zoey successfully distracting Demon-Rumi’s guard from the redhead who gets closer to the bed, scooting around Zoey.
“You just found her like this?” Mira drawled, pausing at the edge of the bed to judge Rumi’s reaction. But the demonic Popstar is so enamored with Zoey’s touch and attention, she pays no mind to the red-haired Idol scooting into her space.
“Well, hmm more so she found me..”
Zoey blushed a deep red. Sheepishly ducking her head into Rumi’s shoulder and playfully pushing at the taller girl, when the demon opens her maw and exaggeratedly licks at her jaws with that elongated tongue.
A glimmer of teasing in her slitted eyes.
Mira doesn’t quite get why Zoey was acting embarrassed over that action.
Until she steps on to a slightly damp fabric. Her eyes moving down and she sees her foot had landed on a pair of Zoey’s panties that was part of the pile of assorted clothes shed on the ground. Obvious to tell who it belonged to, because of the cute turtle on it wearing a green bow. The middle part was soaked with a clear substance and mixed with a little blood.
Oh…
The dots connect:
Zoey, naked, panties, period, demon urges...
OH…
Mira's eyes dart back up and she catches a hint of a smug smirk and knowing side eye from the demonic creature. Claws gently tracing Zoey’s back, whose eyes are now closed, cheek lulling in Rumi’s shoulder. Soaking up the heat that pulses through the lead Popstars body with each rhythmic flicker of her patterns.
Mira smirks back, knowing what had occurred between the two now. But rather than say, she simply quietly shifts in next to Rumi who graciously makes room for her, accepting of her presence now that they aren’t at each other's necks.
The demon’s large clawed hands gently cradle Zoey’s head as she lays them both back down. Scratching soothingly at the baby hairs at the back of her neck. The smaller girl is content with bliss, drowsiness bringing itself back as the lulling warmth is provided by both Mira and Rumi on either side of her. The redhead pulled a thin blanket over the two to help preserve some decency.
The girls are all quiet, no more teasing or giggling as the mood shifts. Preferring to settle down for an impromptu cuddle-nap session.
Rumi’s patterns lighting up the room in an ambient glow of blues and purples. Reptilian-eyes peering open to soak in the sight of her two girls basking in the warmth and protection of her presence.
A purr rising in her throat uncontrollably
Zoey sighs and tucks her head in closer to Rumi’s chest. The vibrations echoing through her skull in the most hypnotizing way.
Mira puts one arm under Zoey. Palm brushing Rumi’s chin and she begins to copy what the young rapper did earlier, scratching and tracing the patterns in soothing motions.
Lulling the shifted demon into a further relaxed state.
Knowing that truly nothing could change the bonds between her and the ones she loved.
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The next morning the girls are enjoying a peaceful breakfast together. Each of the Hunters preferring not to address the elephant in the room until they are seated together with their meal.
“So… what you’re saying is now at the end of the cycle. Instead of bleeding blood, you start to crave it?” Mira simplified, brows raised with concern.
“Y—yeah that’s a better way to explain it..
I guess?” Rumi confirmed. Scratching the back of her head sheepishly. Eyes refusing to meet the youngest who was positively glowing.
She was now back to her human form, seemingly shifting back while they were all asleep.
“That’s sooo hot..!” Zoey exclaimed. Innocence drooling off her excited tone as if Rumi had not just eaten her out within an inch of her life, last night.
“Zoeyyy~ pleaseeee” Rumi groaned in embarrassment. Patterns flushing pink as she once again recalls the all consuming hunger that had taken her over.
“Well for the record— I fully wouldn’t mind that treatment in the middle of the night. In fact, multiple nights during my periods … be my guest.” Mira smirked, leaning onto Rumi with full confidence. Eyes darting over to Zoey in silent confirmation who returned it with an exuberant nod.
“Yeah Rumi. I mean look at the bright side, a free three course meal, aaaand you don’t hurt anyone for it~” the youngest Idol winked.
Rumi’s patterns flushed a full pink now, pulsing down her face, neck, and arms in waves as she simply buried her face into her legs and groaned.
“You two are honestly too good to me.” A muffled mumble.
Zoey and Mira both exchanged fond glances with each other as the Half-Demon melted into an embarrassed puddle bedside them. Trying to meld her face into her knees. Patterns flashing a rhythmic pulse of pink over and over.
After everything that had happened the last night Rumi found that her cravings had been satiated to an acceptable degree. She now understood that her demon half occasionally required both a source of raw meat and a significant amount of blood.
The girls quickly set up a trustworthy supplier through Bobby who simply shrugged and ran off. Coming back with a few anonymous connections that were within the Demon Hunters Guild, that way no outliers would know of Rumi’s true bloodline and question it.
She still refused to eat those meals in front of her girlfriends though. Even though Zoey and Mira both agreed they wouldn't judge her, she still was adamant. Recalling the last time she did, face burning pink with shame. Head lowered ready for a grimace and faces of disgust. But, the two simply nodded in understanding, gentle smiles on their faces as they took in the new information like it was normal.
Rumi was flattered, to say the least. Still used to the way Celine would recoil in disgust when she would show her patterns, or her the way her eyes would flash gold during her tantrums.
She happily spent the rest of the day with her girls. Contentment blooming in her chest and warming her like a lit fire as they fully accepted each and every strange change of her.
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The next night,
They also found she had more control of her shifting between Human, Half, and Full forms. After being sustained with an acceptable amount of sustenance.
Aka the lingering fullness from when she had last indulged .
It did pique the girl’s curiosity a bunch, which led to Rumi, now hunching awkwardly in her fully shifted form. Exposed to the bright light of the living room so Mira and Zoey could gush over all each Demonic feature with wonder and excitement.
And maybe a little bit of arousal.
She swore she could smell it.
But they both wouldn’t admit that.
Her fangs were still prominent during a half-shift. But in a full, tusks would sprout out of her mouth as well. Kinda like their demon pet tiger Derpy, but a little more awkward. The tusks make it difficult to properly speak. Her voice only managing to come out in growls and rumbles. The demonic timbre, very present in each sound.
She could’ve sworn she saw Zoey squeeze her legs together and bite her lip whenever she did manage something .
Her mind definitely felt more jumbled when fully shifted, instincts more in control than her mind. Causing her to have intense creature-like reactions but still mild understanding of a conversation. She was relieved to know that she shouldn’t be worried about losing control since it seems her demonic half still inherently recognized Zoey and Mira as her partners.
Potential Mates…but she doesn’t want to vocalize it just yet.
Doubt clouding her chest.
Rumi’s heart still warmed to know that she wouldn’t need to fear hurting them when she shifted or lost control. Their bond still holding strong even when the girl wasn’t fully conscious.
“Wow Rumi, now you’re taller than Mira!” Zoey examined. Head still having to crane up to meet those curious slitted eyes that dilated in focus when the two made contact.
Mira scoffed and folding her arms petulantly.
But there was still a look of interest as the girl measured up to the hulking demonoid. Noting that Demon-Rumi stood at around seven feet tall, maybe a little more with the help of those ominous arching horns.
The Demonic shifted Popstar was currently crouched on her toes so Zoey could reach. Her touch-starved demon urges relishing in all of the girl’s curious prodding and wandering hands. Daggered hands resting on the floor for more balance. Her tail curled around her feet, twitching with content as her demon-half allowed the girls to explore her transformation, soaking in all the attention and fawning her potential mates were giving her.
Pride filling her chest similar to a preening peacock. The way they recognized her sheer size and strength. Her horns were long, sharp, and well maintained along with her fangs and tusks.
Her patterns could blink the prettiest colors for them too. Remembering the way Zoey buzzed every time they would flash for her. Mira was a bit more reserved in her appreciation but she still noticed it nonetheless. She was the perfect candidate for them to choose.
A pleased chuff.
Her courting methods were working.
The younger Popstar bounced right up to Rumi.
Cupping her chin, the Demon obediently lowering her head when Zoey brushed her thumb under her chin in a silent request. She studied the tusks protruding out of the shifted girl’s mouth with mild interest, noting they didn’t allow Rumi’s mouth to close all the way, causing her to produce more saliva that pooled in her mouth. Also taking a closer look at her large fangs, they periodically dripped in purple glowing venom too.
A playful pout crossing the youngest Popstar’s face when Rumi lifted her head out of her hands to lick up and swallow the pooling amount of drool and venom off her fangs, with that palpitated tongue.
Not wanting to let it drip on the floor, or worse, have it accidentally dribble on Zoey.
Zoey definitely wouldn’t mind if that happened though.
Pink tinted her cheeks as she was constantly reminded of what that cursed tongue could do, and the addicting taste of the demon’s glimmering venom.
Reptilian eyes refocusing as the smaller girl reached for one of her hands now instead. Watching warily, but even though Zoey was aware of the danger, still wanted to see the long curling claws that adored them, in greater detail.
Out of recognizing Zoey from her distinctive scent and instincts understanding that she didn’t want to hurt her potential mate. Demon-Rumi retracted her claws as the girl held her hand.
“What!? Your claws are retractable too!” Zoey gushed.
Stars dotting her eyes with wonder as she studied the sheathed fingertips. Poking and prodding around with an enamored interest. Eyes lighting up as she felt some textured dotted padding underneath each finger and in the palms of her hand. Totally similar to the paw padding you found on the average housecat. It helped shield the points from making too much noise when walking, the texture seemed to be for having a better grip during climbing purposes.
Zoey poked around a little bit more, managing to squeeze the middle knuckle of her fingers and watched with a wide grin as the dangerous claw popped right back out. Just like a cat's paw.
Demon-Rumi immediately tugged her hand away for the girl’s own safety and a warning growl.
Not wanting Zoey to hurt herself.
“No way! You’re just like a tiger! The stripes, the retractable claws, the growling and purring…” Zoey bubbles. Clapping her hands together and bouncing with glee at the discovery.
“I dunno, she kind of reminds me more of a lizard. With the spines on her back, and look at her feet.” Mira commented. Pointing to the demonic clawed ends of Demon-Rumi’s shifted feet.
They arched at an angle now, heels lifted up and her center of balance now on her front toes, the big toe adored with a large hooked claw, smaller ones on the rest. There was an extended muscle on her talus. Also growing an additional long hooked talon, it had the ability to flex. Allowing her easier access to climb things as it provided extra grip. They watched with mild fascination as Demon-Rumi showcased the ability to sheathe them as well. Puffing with pride when she noticed the impressed look on their faces.
“Those spines make you look sick .” Mira studied, fingers on her chin in thought.
Coming around Rumi’s backside to peer at the three arching shark-like fins lining her back, they glowed with a vibrant magenta. Zoey came around also to look at the spines, a curious hand coming up as she tried to touch the pointed spiked tip.
Rumi growled, and the girls jumped back with gasps of surprise as the fins snapped downwards. Flushing down into her back seamlessly with the sound similar to closing a handheld fan. The only indication of them still being there were the swirling patterned lines being a little bit thicker and illuminated.
“What the heck Rumi, don’t scare us like that.” Mira defended. Her eyes wide with a morbid fascination, but she had her hands on her hips. Giving the towering demon a scolding who in turn sheepishly ducked her head and circled a little bit further out to give them space to see.
Demon-Rumi crouched with her backside half facing them. Raising the spikes on her back again. The girls stared on in utter confusion waiting to see what the demonoid Popstar was trying to show them about her demonic fins. A thin coating of some golden liquid covered the tip of the spike in a slight sheen. The glimmering liquid catching in the new angle of light.
“Oooh look Mira, they’re covered in some sort of toxin, right Rumi?” Zoey dawned in understanding. Pointing it out with her finger.
The massive demon nodded her head.
A puff of vapor escaping her noise when she let out a deep huff. The pink smoke emerging almost like she was confirming a yes.
Without the actual vocalization since she couldn’t actually speak without a snarling undertone.
“Hot.” Mira deadpanned. Zoey laughed and pushed her playfully in response, but pink also tinged her cheeks. As if she were wondering what kind of toxin coated the demonic looking spikes.
Rumi couldn’t really tell them at the moment.
But she was positive it was a paralyzing drug.
Since she was a bit further away from them she swished her tail over to display as well.
Baring her teeth warningly when Zoey’s eyes lit up and her hand instinctively reached.
The raven-haired Popstar pouted at the reaction. Grabbing for Mira’s arm instead, leaning against the taller girl. The red headed Hunter studied the motion with keen interest, crossing her arms like a steady rock against her smaller girlfriend.
Fanning the tail over, it was fuzzy like a tiger’s , striped along the length with those familiar iridescent patterns. The tip had an purple furry feathery bit on the end. The girls watched with baited breath as she brought the feathery tip up into their focus.
SHING!
The sound was familiar like a drawn blade. Girls watching in hushed awe as the feathers parted and the absolute tip of the tail brandished into a fanned triple blade. The tip also coated in the same paralytic numbing venom.
“Oh my gooood…. That's. So. Cool! ” Zoey squealed.
Shaking Mira in excitement who grunted at the girls jostling. A hint of a smile on her face still as she studied the fascinating details of Demonic Rumi. Finding this moment to be something incredibly special and eye opening for all of them. They embraced all of Rumi’s demonic quirks with open arms and interest. Supporting each change and not flinching in fear or disgust, like true lovers should.
Zoey hovered closer to the towering demon. Biting her lip as she held back the urge to touch the tail. Loving to connect her curiosity to physical contact, but she fully understood the warning Demon-Rumi had reminded her.
The Demonic entity chuffed and sheathed her tail. Reverting the sharp points back into a feathery floof. Zoey’s eyes resembled stars as she eagerly reached forward with wiggling fingers and grasped the fuzzy appendage. Eyes wide and mouth agape in shock as she furiously petted the fur lining it, and even rubbed it against her face.
“Oh my goshhh— it’s so soft.” Zoey hugged the fuzz. Laughing as Rumi tickled her cheeks with the purple- tipped feather, the demonic Popstar's eyes brimming with fondness for the younger girl. Spinning her closer with the furred limb to headbutt her in the chest fondly. Mindful of her pronged-tipped horns. Zoey giggling and laughing at the action, bringing her head in closer for a kiss on her cheek.
“Mira come on, group hug!” Zoey beamed, beckoning the stern Hunter over with an excited wave of her hand.
“Ew. Gross. I’m good.” The taller Popstar deadpanned, folding her hands across her chest in a sign of defiance.
Zoey pouted playfully, exchanging a glance with Demon-Rumi who seemed to have the same idea. Tail shooting forwards to wrap around the girls wrist, roping the taller Idol in with a groan of disgust. Eyes rolling as she begrudgingly accepted her face and trudged into the circle. Holding in her groan as Zoey’s forceful hug squeezed them all together.
The smaller girl giggled with glee, clapping her hands in delight. She could also catch the hint of mirth in Rumi’s slitted eyes as she took in both of her girls in close proximity, comfortable within her space.
She was overjoyed they accepted all of her.
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“I’m sorry I threatened you...” Was the hushed murmur.
Mira’s eyes closed as Rumi, hands gently brushed through the tangles of her hair.
They were sitting on the couch now, Mira cuddled between her legs.
“It’s fine.” Rumi placated, nosing down to kiss the top of the redhead’s hair, a grumble escaping her.
“No it’s not… ever since that night, I promised I wouldn’t ever turn my back on you again.
That I wouldn't see you as the monster you think you are. And I failed…” Mira sighed. Grumpily picking at her pants as she spoke her truths.
“You just… you just looked like you were gonna eat her alive….”
A heavy pause
“But I did.” Rumi replied with a hint of gold flashing across her eyes, a smirk creeping across her face at the innuendo.
Grinning wide and dodging the swing Mira threw at her half-heartedly.
“You’re disgusting!”
“You pull one all the time! Why is it wrong when I do it.” Rumi laughed, waving away the arm but it still hits her shoulder.
More playful swings were thrown in the lead Popstar’s direction. Offended that Rumi wasn’t taking her apology quite as seriously.
Rumi, having enough, easily catches a wild fist. Subduing it before she uses her other hand to grasp the taller girl’s hips. Spinning the girl around with ease, bringing the caught hand across her shoulder so that their noses touched, face to face.
A heavy blush across Mira’s cheeks as Rumi easily maneuvered her thanks to her newfound supernatural strength.
Rumi leans in, nipping at her ear, a slight growl entering her tone as she speaks.
“ I think you just want it too .”
Red blooms across Mira’s cheeks as she stares down those heavy brown eyes. Gold specks bleeding through the irises. Before her interest is caught on Rumi's supple pink lips, she finds herself not holding back.
Her other arm comes around to trap her bandmate in and pull her into a searing kiss. Moaning deeply as she feels the nip of fangs on her lips. Rumi’s demonic half begins to slip in. Something sweet pools into her mouth as she pulls away licking at Rumi’s lips.
She swallows. Ambrosia. An undertone of what she recognizes to be Rumi , floral and lavender erupting behind her senses. Feeling a burning heat travel down her throat and into her spine like liquid lust.
She pulls away a moan erupting from her mouth as the two separate panting for air. A ghost of a smile crossing Mira’s lips when she grinds down feeling a hardness spiking between Rumi’s thighs. Watching as the demon side shifts halfway across Rumi’s features like corruption. Something that Mira wouldn’t mind allowing to fully consume her as well.
“I didn’t know you were packing a surprise tonight.” Mira states innocently. Slow sensual pressure of her hips, have the purple haired Idol throwing her head back against the couch cushion. A clawed hand gripping at the edge of her hips, catching teasingly along the exposed skin of her midriff.
“It’s—it’s a new edition… haven’t tried yet…” Rumi clenched her teeth, as the hot pressure of Mira’s core ground so deliciously against the ranging hard-on she was sporting. Showing itself now that her demonic side was clawing at the threads of her mind. Purple patterns illuminated across her skin brightly, flashing with the strain of her jaw.
“Do I have the honor of taking it for a test drive?” Mira purred sinfully. Leaning into that pulsing patterned neck to place some hot breathed kisses. Hands trailing down to trace at defined muscled biceps, acrylic nails scratching teasingly at the back of them.
“ I’ve been wanting to taste something else.” Was the responding snarl from the lead Popstar. Mira only caught the shadow of illuminated ivory horns before the two were engulfed in a plume of magenta smoke.
—
Mira’s eyes did not adjust to the darkness of the room immediately but the illuminated patterns of a certain purple haired demoness made her understand that Rumi had teleported them into her room.
“The couch not comfortable enough for you?” Mira teased, fully straddling down across the lead Popstar’s pelvis.
Painted nails scratching down the curve of Rumi’s exposed abs with clear admiration and interest. The demon had definitely grown in a more defined muscle mass the last month or two, definitely something to do with her supernatural side, but Mira wasn’t complaining. She loved the glimpses of them. Since Rumi was more inclined to wear crop tops around the tower these days. Highlighting those delicious curves and muscled bulk had the taller Idol foaming at the mouth.
As her eyes adjusted she looked to catch the half-demon’s expression. Her nose was scrunched as her face screwed in utter confusion.
“You’d just get blood all over it.” The purple haired girl frowned.
“Oh? So you could smell it on me.” Mira’s voice was smug. Understanding just how sensitive Rumi’s sense of smell was.
“I could smell it this morning. You synced up with Zoey. Not surprisingly.” The half-demon started, a smile curving up her lips.
“If Zoey was first does that mean she’s the Alpha Pussy?”
“Shut up.” Mira groaned.
Hopping off the demonoid, shucking off her shirt and tossing it to the edge of the bed. Before following with her shorts and finally her panties. An expectant look upon her face when she turned back to Rumi who was watching on with a dark look of hunger.
The shorter girl quickly followed, but leaving the elastic boxers still on. Mira raising a brow when she didn’t remove it.
“I’d rather have you ride something else .”
A sharp golden flash caught in one of her eyes and she watched as a familiar long hungry tongue made its appearance.
Mira’s breath stuttered. Sliding back on the bed, hips straddling the half-demon’s neck in eagerness. Rumi’s hands, one clawed and one normal, reached up to grab the curve of the red-headed ass. Cupping them firmly as the taller girl’s cunt eagerly pressed up against her jaws.
A slow long lick. Lapping up the blood that was gathered on the taller woman’s slit. A deep rumble of pleasure as the heady taste of cinnamon and juniper and the familiar tang of iron engulfed the half-demon’s senses.
Clawed hands gripping at Mira’s plush ass tighter in reflexive pleasure.
She felt the hot-headed idol buckle at the sensation. Grinding her face down onto the extended length of her tongue, pressing her clit against the base of her nose. A deep groan of pleasure as she was stimulated by the pressure.
That long demonic tongue lapped into Mira’s soaking pussy, textured bristles sweeping up the blood laced arousal with a familiar kind of hunger. The length of the flexible muscle digging deep, filling the taller Idol with a euphoric fullness she didn’t think could be hit. Crying out in bliss when Rumi’s tongue brushed against her inner walls.
The Demon growled, vibration traveling up her jaw and she felt the redhead thighs tremble at the sensation. Clawed hands coming to grip up in support, sharp points digging into the delicate skin of her hip. Pulling her down closer, hungry tongue sweeping up deeper, licking that delicious sweet nectar like it was god’s last gift.
Rumi felt her horns growing in. In her half-shifted state they grew into little horns, not branching fully unlike when she went full out.
Mira, taking notice of the growing points, immediately latched on, hands trembling as she used those new horns to grind deeper. Arching forwards and moaning with pleasure as the new angle of Rumi’s tongue hit depths unknown. Grinding down desperately as she felt the familiar building pressure of an orgasm deep within her veins. The snarling demon underneath her vibrating intensely.
“Rumi—fuck~” Mira gasped as euphoric waves of pleasure swept across her body. Rippling through her as her vision bordered on white as she rode out her orgasm. The continued sensation of that hungry tongue adding extra waves as she came a second time, back to back.
Panting the taller Popstar tried to catch her breath. But the half-demon clearly had other plans as she gripped the girls hips tighter. Claws drawing a slight amount of blood. But it didn’t deter the taller girl, only spurring her on as she gasped in surprised pleasure, hips rocking.
Digging her tongue deeper with a hungry snarl. Rumi’s jaw unhinged, demonic maw allowing her to dig into that dripping pussy even further. Mira’s breath stuttered as she felt that long, thick, tongue actually brushed her cervix.
A pleasurable whimper actually escaping the girl who blushed red at the sensation, throwing her head back in bliss.
“Rumi, god—how are you even— fucking reaching that far?” Mira panted between breaths. Her hands still gripped at the demon’s horns, but they had grown a little longer. Allowing her to brace against them and grind her cunt. Moaning pleasurably at the grinding motion.
The demonic Popstar let out a long purr sensations vibrating up the tongue buried deep in Mira’s dripping pussy. The taller Idol’s walls clenching, and fluttering against that sinful tongue. Hands buckling against ivory horns as the redhead went down. Stars dotting against her eyes as she reached another euphoric orgasm.
However Rumi did not stop her purring, pouring more deeper from her chest. Tongue lapping hungrily against that dripping cunt, puffing breath leaving pink trails of vapor that curled along Mira’s sweat slicked thighs. The woman inhaled the smoke, her brain immediately fogging over with a dizzying lust. The Hunter realizing, in the back of her mind. That the demon was releasing a venomized haze that would induce her prey, into a pretty writhing mess for her to consume.
Case and point the current euphoric predicament.
“Rumi—no more~ fuck—please.” Mira let out a rare struggling whine. Uncharacteristic to her usual demeanor, but induced with that laced venom she had just inhaled. The demonic entity eating out her cunt with that thick lapping tongue like she was her last meal.
She could feel a building wave threatening to crash over her for the fourth time.
A pleasurable scream echoing through the penthouse before her senses broke.
Body going completely lax and slumping safely into the purple haired demoness’s arms.
The half-blood managing to poof out from under the taller woman as when she smelled an odd sharpness to Mira’s scent, reflexive instincts kicking in. Catching her before she hit her head on anything.
She licked at her mouth, bristled tongue catching around her still unhinged jaw. If anyone were to look at the current moment, they would see a myriad of mini sharp fangs hidden behind her longer ones. But the only concern was making sure her mouth was clean of blood to avoid any contamination.
Pulling the girl’s slumped arms over her shoulders. She gently laid Mira down onto her chest, the girl stirring with a bare amount of consciousness from the overstimulation. A long grumble escaped the taller Idol as her tired eyes peered up, catching Rumi’s glowing one. Whose pupil was blown in mild concern at the redhead’s lack of response or movement.
Exhausted gaze trailing down as Mira took in the half-demon’s purple glowing patterns that swirled hypnotically in the darkness of the bathroom. Accenting the room with an ethereal demonic glow.
It had the girl in awe. She literally felt like the demonic Popstar had sucked her soul out of her body. But here she was held safe, glowing chest humming with hellish warmth beneath her. The lingering bliss of her multiple orgasms filling her muscles with a pleasurable soreness.
“Mira...are you okay?” Rumi’s chest vibrated with the deep rumble that escaped her. Her demonic half showing a deep sign of concern for her collapsed girlfriend.
“Mmm~ it’sfine.” The taller Idol managed to slur out. A little bit delirious from both the venomous haze she had inhaled and the singing pleasure in her bones.
“You’re so warm~” Mira mumbled. Burying her face deeper in the purple glowing patterns that emanated with a supernatural heat. Arms hugging around the demonoid’s waste tighter as the girl fell into a deep slumber. Completely exhausted from the sensations that bombarded her earlier.
Rumi leaned back. Eyes fluttering close as she relaxed. Demon side settling as it was now satiated even more than it had been the last few days. A whirr in the girl’s chest began that erupted in a small steady purr. Hands tangling in Mira’s hair absentmindedly, careful of the claws to not to prick or get tangled.
A tentative small knock at the door had her eyes blinking back open.
The knob turned, slowly. Rumi felt her purr wither, the pressure of a growl building in her chest. Hands coming to curl around Mira’s shoulder protectively, the girl blissfully still passed out. Rumi felt the her instincts claw at her side to protect the redheaded hunter that smelled freshly of her . The scent of her clinging to her skin from the intense session they just had.
Threatening growl dying in her chest when Zoey’s head popped through the door. Sheepish smile on her face as she tiptoed inside.
Golden eyes blinked owlishly at her as she approached the bed. Inviting herself in the room, smile wide as she spotted both her girlfriends cuddling comfortably. Demonic patterned lighting adding to the sweet calm ambiance of Rumi’s bedroom.
“Sorry I didn’t want to interrupt you guys.”
Zoey whispered, trailing off as she peered at a very sleepy Mira curled up in Rumi’s pattered abdomen.
“Join us.” Rumi invited, the sentence ending in a purr as contentment filled her veins once again. To have both her Girls with her as they went down for another post-sex nap.
Zoey eagerly clambered onto the comfortable mattress. Sighing with bliss as she pressed her cheek against Rumi’s shoulder. Hands rubbing comfortably up and down, tracing the patterned glow on the half-demon’s muscled bicep.
All the girls snuggled closer as Rumi’s comfort purring started back up. Finding bliss and a sense of belonging with her girlfriends as they all soaked in each other's presence. Relishing in the warmth that Rumi’s demonic heritage provided.
Golden slitted eye, slipping close as Rumi faded into dreamland. One last lingering thought floating in her mind.
They were so perfect.
They never were worried about her after all.
She was the one worrying about them…
Not anymore.
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