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Prelogue:
Over the past few weeks after Gwi- Ma’s defeat. The girl have been treated to a good three months of break. Courtesy of their favorite manager Bobby.
As the unlimited couch time began it also made way for unlimited snacks and meals. Not that this affected the girls in any way. They were still under rigorous practice to keep up their forms, both as Idols and Hunters.
A few demons here and there were still mighty helpful in keeping them in shape. When the barrier broke demons flooded all over the city. The girls were so focused on the big finale fight against Gwi-Ma. There was no one stopping demons from flooding through the streets and subways.
So there was much cleanup still to be done.
The only issue was the demons had grown smarter since the Honmoon sealed the big boss away. Knowing they were free to roam and torment the surface still until they were hunted. Many used their camouflage powers to blend in with humanity. Seamlessly integrating with the hustle and bustle of city lives. It was nearly impossible to track every demon down, that still wandered the surface.
The only outlier became Rumi’s enhanced senses, as well as the eventuality that all Demons would eventually have to satiate thier waning power to maintain their human camouflages.
The answer?
Souls
While Rumi couldn’t be scouring the city from dawn to dusk or in every single direction. Even with the enhanced stamina her demon half provided her. It simply left waiting; for the wretched creatures to eventually reveal themselves once they fully depleted their energy reserves.
The Honmoon would give a warning flare, felt by the girls. Who would then rush over to eliminate the threat.
Thankfully the tactic has been proven effective so far. Not a single soul had been stolen..yet and Gwi-Ma had no more intense influence over the lingering surface demons. Making them weaker as they have to rely on their waning strength.
To blend in or to fight.
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Rumi was always in the mood for something to munch on.
But as of recently regular food had started to make her a little queasy and sick.
It made her worried. Extremely worried. She didn’t want to hurt anyone. She didn’t want to think that it was the reason she couldn’t hold anything down.
But every so often after a meal, she would settle back happy and glowing. Thinking that the hunger had finally been satiated, when suddenly she would feel her teeth sharpen again. As if she were entering her demon-state.
But how and why?
She was not filled with any thoughts of annoyance, or anger for it to activate.
Unless..
—No, she wasn’t near her monthly cycle. At least Rumi hoped, she could've sworn she just had it last month. But it might be a possibility...
Then it would start.
The half-demon would begin to feel sick to her stomach, the food she had just consumed causing her stomach to bubble and growl like it was its own demon. Awkwardly clenching her gut through the horrible pain, a hurried excuse to the bathroom had her girls off guard and suspicious.
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TW: Throwing up (Skip to next part -----)
The Half-Demon would stand in the bathroom awkwardly. Clenched over on the sink with low groans of pain escaping her. Her stomach was bubbling and rumbling.
Looking up to stare endlessly into the mirror. Mostly cursing Gwi-Ma, a little of her mother, whoever hell her father was, Celine too. How her half-blood nature is ruining her experiences, her human enjoyment in life.
Making her girlfriends worry about her all the time.
Bared teeth and slitted glowing pupils greeted her back. Patterns flashing an ominous black with her pain each ripple echoing the suffering.
What has she done to deserve this pain?
Hunched over the sink, Rumi licked at the fangs that had grown in. Trying to distract herself from what was probably the worst abdominal pain next to giving birth. She felt the sink under her crumble, gasping in shock at the purple claws forming at her fingertips. The supernatural grip strength she had, caused the ceramic layer to chip and some to crumble into the sink. Leaving slight gouges in the delicate porcelain.
Another thing to fix later…
With a final gurgle of her stomach and a long coughing choke she gave up the meal she had just eaten, scraps of half digested food mixed with some mysterious black tar.
How strange.
She did not want to figure out what it all meant.
Rather giving it a disgusted grimace and flushed the evidence down the sink.
As she began to brush her teeth to get rid of the sour taste of bile in her mouth. Rumi pulled back to see that the bristles on her toothbrush were jagged and cut down. Opening her mouth wide, checking out the fangs that were still there.
Angry Red ripples up her patterns as she seethes in frustration.
Why won’t they just go away!
——-
After that episode in the bathroom it takes a few more minutes, and with a blink Rumi is surprisingly back to normal ‘human’ form.
However, the girls are concerned and rightfully so.
So they confront her. Rumi knows she shouldn’t have to hide. She knows they accept all of her .
But still it slips through, a little white lie.
Zoey’s big brown eyes are worried and teary. Overly sensitive to her bandmates, when they aren’t feeling their best. With a wobble to her lip she asks,
“Rumi! Are you okay? You didn’t sound good in the bathroom.”
Arms crossed Mira approaches too face pinched in concern, before glancing at Zoey’s worried expression. Instead, favoring to extend a hand to place on her shoulder, an attempt to be more reassuring as the red-haired girl leaned in to show more concern.
“Yeah Rumi, if something didn’t agree with you, let us know. I don’t want to keep ordering food you’re like— allergic to or something.” Mira deadpans. Trying to play off concern for an air of casualty.
Sharp tipped hands rub patterned arms up and down sheepishly, Rumi knows her girls were hearing her suffer in the bathroom. She still shrugs her bandmates hands off her shoulders. A familiar stubborn look crossing her face,
“No girls— it’s fine really.” Their Leader begins, playing cool before trying to think of a reason, to help placate them.
“I—I just—” she tries again.
A sigh in frustration.
If she didn’t know what the issue was, how would the girls know how to help her either, they would just worry...
Eyes casting downward and patterns rippling black, reflective of her disappointment, her pain.
“I don’t know…” Rumi finally laments.
The youngest moves, grabbing one of Rumi’s arms into a hug and tugging gently so that the older Idol would look up at her. Always overly physical with all her interactions it brings a smile to Rumi’s face as she looks over at her youngest band member.
“Like— you think it’s your demon half that’s finally started to show?” Zoey piques up.
Eyes shining in wonder, curiosity.
Purple braid swayed from side to side as Rumi shakes her head. Unconsciously running her tongue over still sharpened fangs before she speaks,
“Maybe… everything we’ve had this week has been stuff that I usually gorge myself on. I don't get why I would suddenly be like-- allergic...” Rumi explains thoughtfully.
The fangs are still elongated too...
“Well we will somehow get to the bottom of it. We always do.” Mira chimes in thoughtfully.
The positive reinforcement was unusual from her personality, but it was a sweet change from her usual brutally honest tone.
Zoey stepped closer, now both of her hands over on the lead Idol’s shoulders as she faced Rumi. Who couldn’t deter the physical touch again, less she hurt the bubbly Idol’s feelings.
The younger girl adding a little bounce of excitement trying to get a little smile out of the half-demon. Anything to try and make her feel a little less morbid.
“YEAH! We can start experimenting one at a time, I have a few ideas as to what you can stomach.” Zoey piped.
A hint of mischief lights the tallest Idol’s eyes Mira’s full smile emerging,
“Just a few?” Mira dragged playfully, side eyeing the youngest Popstar with a playful nudge.
“Actually 32, but we can just start with the first one.” Zoey giggled. Sparkly eyes crinkling with joy at the familiar joke between her and Mira.
The two girls shared a laugh, knocking their shoulders together in a familiar playfulness, always knowing what was on the other’s mind.
Rumi on the other hand glanced at the two worriedly. She didn't want her partners to worry. They are always worried about her the most.
And here she was, making them worry again...
I can figure it out myself... Then they won't have to concern themselves about me ever again.
——-
The following evening...
Rumi was quietly settled down on the couch next to both of her lovers. Currently all three Idols were caught in the midst of a collaborative doomscroll. That was until Zoey’s stomach let out a disgruntled gurgle
Zoey interrupted the brainrot fueled atmosphere with an ecstatic kick of her feet,
“You guys know what time it is?”
Currently upside down with her head dangling off the couch. A wide grin splayed across her face as she watched the little cat on her phone spin round and round with a silly little chime. Humming a little with a smile, eyes moving away from her screen to stare at her other two bandmates.
Mira, who was pushed up against the hyperactive girl. Moving her head a little to the side with a hefty side eye downwards to her overly bubbly girlfriend. Hair almost getting caught in the younger girl’s sudden excited flurry of kicks.
“Sooo is this part of your genius plan Zoey?” Mira drawled, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
Taking a short break from her screen time as Tik Tok played the fourth AD in a row about some random knockoff jacket that definitely didn't work. She had accidentally clicked on it, and the app now thought she was interested in buying it.
“Umm kind of? I really just am craving some Fried Chicken though.”
Zoey confessed sheepishly.
Her eyes began to sparkle at the thought. Probably already imagining the food she was about to scarf down.
Mira groaned, visibly deflating in the seat.
“Ugggghhh Zoey! We’ve already had that for the third time this week. I thought we were supposed to be focusing on Rumi’s cravings, not yours!”
“Well if it helps, I’ve had the strangest craving for Yukhoe .”
Rumi finally chimed in. Finding the courage to say what was on her mind.
Switching her app off the all consuming void of Tik Tok to focus on the conversation between her two Girls. Gently squishing the pillow in her lap seeking internal comfort. As the conversation progressed, it took on a familiar tone.
“I could definitely settle for some Kbbq after being held hostage eating another piece of fried poultry.”
Mira agreed in her classic deadpan fashion.
Trying to playfully kick her red haired band mate with a wild swing of her leg, Zoey exclaims,
“Hey don’t act like it was just me! You wanted to try the new honey soy glaze too!” With an utter aghast look upon her sweet face.
The tallest idol effortlessly ducked downward to dodge the younger girl’s swinging attack.
“Yeah after I was blackmailed into agreeing with your stupid puppy face.” Mira retorts, her arms crossed and a hint of a growing smirk on her face.
“If it was so stupid why did you fall for it?” Zoey shot back, even daring to blow a raspberry too.
The red-haired idol began growling lowly, a warning, as she turned to look at the youngest. Her eyes narrowing on the two perfect buns behind Zoey’s head, a perfect target for the taller Idol to attack.
“Sooo would this kbbq spot be a good change of pace?” Rumi butted in.
Shoving her screen in her girlfriend’s faces to placate the feuding storm. Delivery App at the ready and already selected for their favorite go-to spot. Their fearless Leader already knew them too well.
“Okay yeah sure.” Mira mumbled, taking the phone and adding something to the cart. Barely even glancing.
The grumpy idol was starting to feel the hunger clawing up her stomach.. Best to just get whatever in before she became more aggressive and less agreeable due to Hanger . But she was internally relieved to know Rumi’s appetite seemed to be unaffected and craving things as normal, although for someone who adamantly avoids rare meat, the choice was quite new... It started a developing theory in the taller popstar’s mind.
“Here Zoey— pick, and it better not be fried or poultry!” Mira tossed Rumi’s phone over to the youngest girl.
“But that’s literally everything good on the menu!” Zoey whined, catching the device with two careful hands reflexively. Humming thoughtfully as she browsed through the menu. Tongue peaking out in a silly angle to assist in her quest.
Rumi felt the familiar pangs of hunger gurgling up from the depths of her stomach. But she ignored it in favor of giggling at the non-stop banter between her two Lovers.
However as she pushed back, it began to feel like a deeper nagging feeling of unease.
It was followed by the sudden lengthening of her two canines, she stopped. Hand flying up to feel her teeth sharpening one by one again like she was entering her demon-state. Eyes wide with confusion as she once again felt the razor sharp points on each of her teeth that have sprouted abruptly.
“Okay I put it in!” Zoey chimed, flipping up and off the couch in one smooth motion to do a silly victory dance. Ever the perfect acrobat of the three.
One hand coming up to reflexively cover her mouth. Not wanting to spook or worry her fellow idols with the sudden growth of demon fangs.
“Did you get the order for my Yukhoe in?” Rumi questioned. To which Zoey simply nodded.
Don’t make them worry, Can’t have them worrying about me.
The mantra started again....
The bubbly Popstar did a little bounce and began playfully boxing the air.
Exemplifying her current excitement over food being ordered. Staying completely oblivious to the way their leader was attempting to hide fangs behind her phone since she was now facing the window.
“Kinda interesting you’re craving that dish Rumi, don't you usually avoid anything that is past medium rare?” Zoey chimed innocently.
Mira nodded sagely next to her, watching her hyperactive girlfriend show off her goofy skills. Thankfully also distracted from Rumi’s face.
Don’t let them see, get away from the conversation!
“Umm, yeah I just figured if my body wants it then it must be something safe right?” Rumi blurted. Eyes darting between her two girlfriends.
Don’t be suspicous, don’t be suspicous!
“Well, I guess yeah, Body knows best and all that.” Zoey babbled.
Shaking her arms out and turning the other way, starting up her little dance-fight sequence again.
Mira just looked up to the ceiling eyes closed and hummed contentedly.
Perfect now is the time to escape until food arrives.
“Uhhhh gotta go to the bathroom, yeah nature calling and all--that yup.!” Rumi stammered.
Hustling herself off the couch and throwing the pillow that was set across her lap at Mira, who peaked one eye open at the collision to glance at their Half-Demon Leader.
She scurried off, stiff as a rock to the bathroom, a wide awkward smile across her face. Hurrying to her room, slamming the door unnecessarily shut with a loud:
BANG!
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Sharp eyes pinched and brows furrowed at the door Rumi just escaped towards in a mysterious hurry.
“She definitely is having some issues and isn't telling us.” Mira mumbled quietly.
Attention now fully on Mira. Zoey waltzed over to her more serious girlfriend. Beginning to playfully punch her arm with very light force, while bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet.
“Yup.” Zoey agreed, also deadpan. Trying hard to get Mira up for a play-fight.
“How long do you think until she tells us this time?” Zoey chimed.
“Proabably by tomorrow night. I kinda have a strong theory that this will all be solved very soon. But— that's just because I’m really good at reading people. Actually, in fact I’m an expert..” Mira replied.
“Oh well since she’s gone, can you tell me said theory too?” Zoey questioned, fists dropping as her curiosity piqued.
Mira stood up from the couch briefly towering over her smaller girlfriend who met her gaze tentatively big brown eyes inquisitive. Without speaking the pink-haired Idol drew her fist back and lightly threw a punch right into Zoey’s midsection. Imitating a playful wooosh!
Zoey’s eyes lit at the returned playfulness and together they moved from the couch to be in front of the window that overlooked the city. Both of them going into a playful training routine.
“Okay so...” Mira started as they began their wrestling match.
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The food arrived.
All three Popstars unpacked the goodness with overjoyed excitement. Food was literally ingrained in their soul— next to the Honmoon of course.
Mira contentedly settled in with her Jajangmyeon .
Zoey eagerly scarfed down her Tangsuyuk.
Both idols happily shared bites of their food together, a perfect pairing for the perfect duo.
Zoey slowed down her rhythm as she noticed Rumi’s hesitancy to start digging into the feast before them. Mira following with the same lingering stare, equally concerned about the lack of enthusiasm coming from the half-demon.
Their lead Popstar was starting dubiously at the Yukhoe .
It looked up to standard. The beef still a perfect shade of pinkish-red nestled perfectly within the thin stalks of apple-pear. Sesame oil adding a shine and appetizing glitter to the pile of raw meat laid before her. All topped off with a garnish of spring onion and sesame seeds. The color contrasts a perfect topping.
The youngest’s brown eyes are round with worry and concern. How could she possibly enjoy her food to its fullest extent, if one of her loves was not? The guilt would eat her instead.
“Are you sure this is still within your comfort zone Rumi?” Zoey asked tentatively.
The taller Popstar also placing her chopsticks down at Zoey’s overly concerned tone. Zoning in on her leader, a firm look settling over her features. Rumi was always too stubborn.
“Yeah we still have time to get up and make you something simple to handle like Dakjuk , or anything?” Mira asked placatingly.
The tension at the table over Rumi grew. Spurring the Leader to move forward to grab her utensils and start eating, since the pressure of her girlfriend’s scrutiny was now on the table.
“I-it’ll be good I’m fine.” Rumi spoke up, mentally preparing herself.
She grasped a small strand of the raw meat. Pulling it away and up to her mouth with a dubious look before determination took over her features.
She knew her half demon was ingrained in her blood. She knew that recently fully embracing her darker side meant new and different changes that she would have to conquer. If the first step affected her appetite, a strange craving for raw meats and foods. Then this was an easy way in an attempt to placate it. Even if it was consuming something she was not quite comfortable with.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as Rumi took her first bite. Her bandmates watched with intense anticipation, they loved her so dearly, wanting to make sure that she could eat.
That her appetite was just the fluke and everything would be well again. She prayed that this would be the answer, needed to show that they didn’t need to worry , that she could handle it.
It was good.
The taste was not bad, she was expecting the taste to be more akin to iron. More bloody. But it tasted floral and nutty thanks to the generous coating of sesame oil. The pear adding a nice sweetness to compliment the flavors.
“Is it good?!” Zoey pressed, body and hands forward on the table. Eager to know the verdict even though the half-demon was still contemplating the flavors in her mouth.
“Mmm yeah. It’s not bad.” Rumi shrugged, going in for another bite.
This time without as much hesitation.
Staring at the dishes and flicking her gaze between the others on the table. Mira mentally calculated how much Rumi would need. If her girlfriend’s appetite was okay now, then they should try and get her to eat more. Gain back the energy she had lost from their past two meals.
“Do you want us to save some of our dishes?
I'm not sure that’s enough for you Rumi.”
The red haired girl inquired.
“No- no no. This is good! I think it’s suitable. I just don’t want to have another accident like I did earlier.” The half-demon assured.
Her two bandmates exchanged a dubious glance with each other, before settling in with more calm demeanor. Favoring a peaceful meal over pressuring their stubborn leader more.
Rumi mentally sighed. Choosing to dig into her dish with more appreciation. Hoping this was the answer that would help placate her upset stomach issues and help her girlfriends not worry so much.
The Moon glowed ominously high above them, almost full...
——-
Rumi had the house to herself for the evening.
Both of her girls were off doing a makeup promo as a teaser for their comeback album. Leaving the penthouse to her own devices. But not without fretting over the half-demon over her appetite.
But the girl wasn’t exactly acting normal…
“Are you sure you’re fine after having that? You didn’t have any tummy issues whatsoever?” Zoey fretted. Grabbing the older Popstars hands to hold within hers and those pretty doe eyes shining up at her with so much love .
“Yes, yes it’s fine.” Rumi placated. Hands grasping smaller ones back and pulling them, guiding the youngest towards her own room.
“Go get ready for your promo! I’ll be here, I can take care of myself.” Rumi promised, spinning Zoey around with seamless grace and guiding the younger girl by the back of her shoulders instead.
“O-okay..” Zoey stammered blushing at the way Rumi’s hands pressed on her shoulders a little too close to her sensitive neck for comfort. The taller Half-Demons presence leaning into her back causing alarms to ring at the back of her head
Rumi seems a bit more confident these days .
More red creeping up the edges of her neck and face as she felt a spike of arousal shoot down her abdomen over the lead Popstars casual show of dominance.
The taller girl leaned in with a smirk, hands now massaging the younger woman’s shoulders.
Breath lightly puffing against the raven haired girl's neck as she inhaled. Unconsciously letting the girl's scent wash over her tongue, holding back a groan.
Fuck! Why does Zoey smell sooo good?
Feeling her teeth sharpen into fangs again. But this time Rumi wasn't overcome with fear, rather with want, her head clouding . Drool pooled at the edges of her fangs she even leaned forward and nuzzled into the shorter girl. Holding back a needy groan as she caught another whiff of that enticing scent.
Watching with smugness when she noted the way the hairs began to stand up on the younger girl's neck.
She walked with Zoey into the bathroom and towards her makeup vanity. Sitting the girl down in the chair rather forcefully with a hint of supernatural strength behind her palm. The smaller girl sitting down with a small squeak of protest. Blush still heavy across her face as she looked across her desk. Rumi’s shadow stood behind her almost menacingly, a wolfish smile creeping up on her face. Zoey thought should catch a hint of fang peaking through her lip.
The raven haired Popstar could’ve sworn she saw them flash gold, cat-like pupils meeting her round innocent ones in the mirror. But when the girl looked up, they were normal. Rumi’s hands came up to Zoey’s face, gently coaxing her head to look into her mirror again, learning forward to grab some hair ties on the desk and started to braid them into her classic style.
“Rumi, you’re not having any other strange urges are you?” Zoey questioned slowly, cautiously, checking her nails before reaching for a file to occupy her hands.
Rumi hummed innocently. Still focused on tucking in the two classic buns that Zoey always preferred. Seeming a little out of it at the moment.
“Rumi..?” Zoey questioned again, her question trailing. Looking up to finally meet glowing slit pupils, the stare intensified as the young rapper’s jaw went slack with surprise, and the purple pulsing of the half-demon’s lit patterns burned brighter.
A clawed hand came up to grasp the younger girl’s chin. Gently. Tilting her head up, Rumi leaned down. Zoey’s breath caught as she noticed sharpened fangs.
Both silent, one awestruck as hazel met striking gold.
Before Rumi pulled Zoey into a searing kiss. Fangs grazing the other girl's tongue as the smaller girl choked a light squeak trying not to cut herself. Cheeks flaring red at the intensity of which the half-demon was emitting.
The purple haired Popstar groaned. Her other clawed hand scratching up the raven haired girl’s neck. Pulling her closer, fangs brushing over before gingerly nipping at the bottom lip, not enough strength to draw blood, before finally pulling away. Zoey let out a choked gasp at the sensation as she panted their noses still brushing, eyes closing as she swallowed tasting the lingering sweetness of Rumi’s lip gloss.
Rumi’s eyes still glowed, slitted pupils meeting the wide curious stare of Zoey. Purple rippling through her patterns, and claws gently scratching and twirling through the baby hairs on Zoey’s neck.
“Zoey…” Rumi finally answered with a low trailing growl. The demonic timbre to her voice was back and the young rapper felt a spike pulse down her spine at the haunting sound.
“You smell so good.” The half-demon confessed. Fangs parted like a cat scenting the air. Slitted pupils closed as she slowly inhaled, like words were difficult to push out.
“Rumi, I-I don’t think we should be…” Zoey started, wide dubious eyes cautiously watched every move the half-demon made, feeling akin to cornered prey.
So why does it feel so good?
Zoey bit her lip. Fighting back the primal whispers and urges of her mind. Instead moving away to stand with unsteady legs.
The younger Popstar didn’t think it was possible. watching as Rumi’s slitted eyes widened with fear, clawed hands grasping for her arms. To which, the raven haired girl pulled back.
“W—wait!” The patterns pulsing with vibrant purple. One eye shifting back from its supernatural state. As Rumi stumbled over her words.
What’s wrong with me!
“I-I’m sorry Zoey it’s the urges again, I don’t feel— you just smell so…good..?” Rumi whined. Not understanding how to tell the younger girl her proper feelings.
The urge to bury her fangs, the way she could feel the younger girl's throbbing pulse under her tongue, how much she wanted to taste the sweet scent coming off her girlfriend. The way it crawled up her senses like poison ivy.
“Rumi… I understand you’re having mildly concerning urges and I promise I can help you. But I have the promotion to go to with Mira first.” Zoey stated firmly. Brushing past the lead Idol with a hurried step and grabbing her bag that was neatly seated on the bed.
Rumi’s posture deflated, she held back the hurt whine that threatened to come up from her chest.
That’s so weird why am I suddenly getting the urge to make these animalistic sounds?
“We can talk about it when we get back. Promise.” The smaller girl placated.
Coming back towards Rumi and grabbing her hands.
Zoey took note that they were still clawed, she brushed her fingers soothingly over the top, thumbs running fondly along the purple lined patterns and over top the knuckles.
“You’ll be fine on your own?” Zoey gently asked. Hopeful eyes looking up towards her leader’s who nodded back with a sheepish smile, fang catching on her lip. It made the gesture more adorable for Zoey, who giggled and pulled Rumi’s hand with her to follow out of the bathroom.
——-
Zoey and Mira bid Rumi a rushed farewell.
The tallest Idol hurried their bubbly girlfriend to the door with rolled eyes. Stating that the drivers were already here and if Zoey took any longer flirting with Rumi they would be late.
But not before the redhead strode over and pecked her own goodbye kiss on the Half-Demon’s forehead. Eyes appraising her up and down with keen interest.
“Talk after.” Mira stated firmly.
She had probably overheard the girl's concern in Zoey’s room. Already hovering closely at the door when they exited, with crossed arms and a raised brow.
Rumi nodded, sheepishly. Patterns pulsing a light pink in betrayal of the girl attempting to hide her embarrassment. Making the taller Popstar chuckle. Turning away to push Zoey out the door who looked back over her shoulder one last time with round concerned eyes.
—
Now she was alone.
Which meant time for experimenting…
She had her theory now, since the Yukhoe she had consumed the other day didn’t give her any problems. She had begun to suspect the craving was her demon side requiring more raw sustenance. Which she found to be expected especially since after the big finale and extended break Bobby graciously pushed upon them. Rumi had not been sticking to the most balanced of diets.
Between the feasting parties, consisting mostly of ramyun , gimbap , fried chicken, and a few sweets here and there. Rumi could expect her protein count was absurdly low. Causing her newly awakened demon-half to begin to crave specific things.
But she couldn’t deduce if it was a craving for simply meat or if it was also a craving for… blood.
Only one way to find out…
Rumi had stopped by the store earlier. Picking up fresh cuts from the butcher. She supposed she was lucky and could just ask the person at the counter she was planning to make her own Yukhoe in which the freshest cut of the day was provided. That wasn’t what had gotten her a strange look from the vendor however. It was ordering probably five pounds worth of fresh raw beef in several different cuts, that had them raising a brow.
Target had still been acquired though.
She figured later she could try and explain this “requirement” to Bobby so they could find an adequate private supplier. The manager, being aware of the entire truth. Was quick to launch a bunch of plans to sweep the girls being Hunters, Rumi's half-demonic heritage, and the entire battle with Gwi-Ma under the rug for the public eye.
A huge breath of relief for all the girls and Celine. Who the girls still reluctantly allowed to be in the loop. As long as she stayed, within the sidelines.
Mira putting a little extra incentive in on that part, the older woman actually looking quite terrified for once.
Rumi unwrapped the steak. A growing hunger came over her as she stared down at the raw bloody chunk before her. Fangs popping out and she knew her demon eyes had come forward when her vision sharpened.
So that explains it.
Her demon side’s cravings were so strong, that at the slightest hint of scent they would come forth. Also pertaining to her hunger, they would instinctively activate. Causing a half shift, Rumi wondered what would cause a full shift. She could tell and feel demonic traits still lurking, lingering underneath her skin. Not showing themselves yet.
With a hum she grabbed a knife to cut the meat into cubes, or tried. Realizing her hands were now also in their clawed state, making it difficult to handle the knife.
With a sigh she put the blade down. Looking down at her hands and attempting to concentrate. Willing them to possibly shift back, maybe she could try and experiment control without the girl’s scrutiny. So that she would be able to enjoy food without popping a fang or a claw.
She could do this, so they wouldn’t have to worry!
Invigorated by that simple thought she watched as her claws sheathed back into her fingers. Startled, she jumped back, losing her footing and found herself falling. Instinctively hands failed about trying to recover from her slip. Claws popping back out once again, they caught on the wood of a nearby cabinet stopping her fall.
The half-demon looked up and winced at the large demonic gouges that were now embedded into the luxury wood.
Another thing to call Bobby for..
She looked back down at extended claws and like, flexing an additional muscle she didn’t know she had. They popped back in. A happy gasp left her as she walked back to the cutting board with pride. Ready to try and experiment her body’s reaction to something it had been craving.
Steak only half diced. Rumi brought up a chunk to her mouth. Hesitation leaving her as she felt the burn behind her fangs. Itching to finally have a bite of something that had been lingering in her gut for the longest time since her body shift.
Biting into the bloodied chunk was bliss.
Bliss she was aware was unnatural. The taste was sweet and oh-so satisfying upon her tongue, iron tang of the blood making her lick her lips in satisfaction. Going in for another bite. Fangs and jagged teeth slicing through the raw chunks like butter, the function they were made for.
Something intrinsically more feral took over Rumi’s urges and claws sunk into the other uncut half of raw meat. Hunkering down near the floor in a hunched demonic posture, blood dripped down the meat as she sunk her aching fangs down. Several pleased growls and a hum escaped her as she finally let her other half fully indulge. Claws flexing and yanking, fangs gnashing and pulling.
Shredding steak into bloodied chunks that were quickly swiped up by an elongated tongue. It had interesting palpitations on the surface. Bristles like a cat but not sandpapery rough, just soft in texture. She noted it to be another interesting monstrous shift of her demonic form. But in her semi-feral state was still laser focused on finishing her meal.
After finishing she began cleaning instinctively. Like a cat after a good meal she wound her tongue around each finger licking the lingering blood off her hands. Noting how prehensile the appendage was, how it curled around the digits and claws with ease. Those soft bristles catching and cleaning between the crevices of her hand.
A feral moan escaping her as a forbidden thought occurred to her. Even in her half feral state, it had drool dripping off her fangs as the lewd thoughts flashed through her mind.
Mira’s back arched as her eyes rolled back in bliss, chanting Rumi’s name like a forbidden incantation as the feral demon’s long tongue buried itself deeper in her forbidden depths.
Pupils dilating as another lewd thought assaulted her mind. Her jaw hanging wide open mid lick, more venom and drool dripping as she imagined a second forbidden scenario.
Zoey crying out in utter bliss. Rumi buried her demonic tongue deeper in her cunt, fangs gnashing but not catching any of the delicate skin. Hot puffs of air escaping her, visible in a pink smoke as if she were huffing Zoey like a drug.
Closing her eyes with a chuff. Mind still in a half feral state but also the worry of her girl's acceptance of this utterly bizarre change, curling sourly under her veins.
She knew Zoey and Mira accepted all of her, several nights of hushed whispers and curious touches after the grand showdown. It had the girls closer than they had been ever before. Sweet confessions, heavy guilt and emotions, lingering brushes of comfort and cuddles. Leading into nights and nights of Zoey and Mira sharing the bed with Rumi in a group effort to help the other overcome their internalized traumas. Acceptance of something new and a blossoming relationship that was carried in each of the girls' hearts.
They’ve only seen human Rumi. Not this feral demonic eldritch abomination. Hunched on the kitchen floor, devouring a bloodied chunk of raw meat like a wild animal. The guilt and embarrassment curled up in her chest, causing her pattering to flash over in black ripples across her body. A whining wheeze of self-hatred catching in her throat.
She was a disgusting creature.
The despair rippled through her mind and body causing her to shift back out of guilt. Claws shrinking back into normal hands, thankfully free and clean of blood thanks to her earlier instinct. Jagged fangs receded back into her mouth, returning her fully into her passing human form
Her body now satiated, but her brain was in overdrive.
A rush of embarrassment gave Rumi the energy to clean up the mess that was made. The cutting board and knife were dumped into the sink and thoroughly scrubbed. Tossing a rag and disinfecting the floor of the stray droplets of blood, that had dripped from the counter and floor from consumption. The half-demon only hoped that these cravings for her demonic side would be satiated for the moment. However there was no telling how frequently she would need to feed in the future.
The thought had her gut curling in her stomach. That accursed half nature causing her more shame, more guilt. Even though all the secrets were out on the table for the girls to see.
The despair and fear of being judged, being the monster Celine feared from her upbringing, not knowing if her girlfriends would be afraid or shun her like her caregiver had.
It still clung to Rumi’s soul, mind still corrupted with those lingering negative emotions and feelings.
Finally finished she moved to overlook the window. The shining iridescence of the Honmoon blanketed the city with its protective light. The one thing that still had pride welling up in her chest. Calming her thoughts for a moment.
Interestingly enough after that ordeal the new Honmoon seemed to have gained a little more sentience than it was before. Dancing and weaving between the girls, they felt the shining blue strings in sync with the simple hiatus they have been enjoying. Thrumming with joy with each shared laugh, and blooming love between the girls. Each moment strengthening the bond between the Honmoon and its Hunters.
Rumi didn’t know how it felt about her half demon nature. The only outlier being how she was chosen even if the bloodline was now corrupted with demonic energy. It was possible with her and the girls powering the new Honmoon it’s rules had changed. A firm belief from Zoey and Mira, that she was chosen to break the patterns and traditions of the old world.
That her half-blood had helped reinforced the barrier from the underworld. Using Gwi-ma’s power against himself.
At least that’s what the other two Hunters believed.
Rumi wasn’t so sure…
-
Her pondering was cut off when she caught off of a sweet enticing scent. Her tummy giving a little hungry growl and she clenched her jaw in frustration. Perhaps the steak was not enough…
When will it finally be satisfied?
But her curiosity piqued when she came to a realization.
If all the fresh meat was still in the fridge, where was this enticing scent emanating from?
She traced it, stance ridged and tense, stalking like an apex predator. Jaw flexing as she felt her fangs lengthen for the hundredth time today.
A huff leaving her as she tried pinpointing the scent, following it slowly and gradually into Zoey’s room. Getting a little confused in the bedroom, her nose twitched at the natural scent that saturated the young rapper’s room, tingling something in the back of her brain.
Seaside and Grapefruits?
She picked up the stuffed plush of a Turtle.
A cherished gift from Rumi and Mira when they first met, possibly the start of the girl’s ultra hyperfixation for said aquatic creatures.
From Rumi’s heightened demonic senses she could tell it was the most loved object in Zoey’s room. Absolutely soaked in that salty sea breeze scent with a slight tang of citrus.
She could feel the start of the transformation shifting her vision as well. Not bothering to turn on the light as her vision sharpened and adjusted supernaturally. Trudging deeper into the unknown. Being able to see perfectly in the dark was at least one positive Rumi wouldn’t complain about. Golden dilated pupils surveying the area, trying to pinpoint the mouthwatering smell. Patterns beginning to blink a dim purple, casting little strobe lights across the floor.
As she stalked towards the closet. The sweet enticing smell got closer, luring her in like a siren's song. Field of vision going slightly hazy at the edges, and she could feel her control slipping. Something dark taking her over. Her claws grew in, long and daggered, scraping against the Zoey’s wooden bed frame and leaving light streaks. Patterns rippling a stronger vibrant purple in tune with her heartbeat. Steps faltering as Rumi began to lose herself deeper in the instinctual hypnosis.
She ripped open the closet door with unhinged demonic strength like it owed her money. The hinges scraped pitifully, one even coming loose. Making the door dangle dangerously, with the amount of unneeded strength the half-demon used to eliminate the barrier between her and the mouthwatering smell.
Stalking forward, the hypnotized demon growled as a stray shirt immediately snagged an appendage at the top of her head, as if defending the room from her eldritch presence.
Snarling as the offending clothing hindered her movement. She pressed her clawed hands against the already withered doorframe on either side. Trying to release the caught object with a rough tug. A growl escaping her again as she proved unsuccessful.
Knife-like hands finally resorting to reaching up to slice the shirt from the hanger it dangled from. Releasing the appendages that had gotten tangled up. Shaking out her head with a chuff, not realizing part of the t-shirt was still tangled in them.
Horns. Rumi had grown in long curling horns as the half-ling entered a fuller-stage. Graceful and arching far back along Rumi’s head, almost like a crown. They were ivory black on the surface and prong horned with a sharp dip near the end, tapered to sharp points that could fatally stab a victim if thrust with enough force. The patterns on Rumi’s head like roots from which the appendages had emerged. Familiar patterned stripes glowing with demonic power. Ran along the length of them like veins. Adding to the already eerie silhouette of Rumi’s full-demon form.
The now, full-demon paid no mind to the new growths appearing on her body. Instinct taking full reins over the girl’s mind. The lead Popstar now subject to the whims of her demonic bloodline.
All she could think was how good that smell was and how much she needed it , just a little drop to soothe the ache in her fangs.
Just a little, anything will do.
Arriving at the object of her doom.
A laundry basket.
She snuffed along the top surface, low growls escaping her as her nose brushed over the clothing on top.
No. Deeper.
Claws scraped over the plastic containing the laundry. The feeble material creaking pitifully as she gripped the handles with monstrous strength. Rifling further down in the clothes. Grapefruit and the scent of the sea brushing her senses as she yanked the top layer off and into the hidden depths of the closet.
There.
A pair of turtle patterned-period panties.
With a triumphant snarl Rumi snatched the object into her grasp. Clawed digits being surprisingly gentle not to rip the incredibly delicate fabric now in her hands. She pressed the pair to her nose. Inhaling deeply with a self-satisfied grunt. Demonic timbre echoing from her chest as she chuffed with an odd sort of pride.
The panties contained a layer of dried blood at the bottom. A sign that Zoey had a little leak from this morning, probably not aware her time of the month was going to start overnight.
However, those details did not scratch the brain of the Eldertich-esque creature currently huffing the fabric like a drug. It didn’t help that the surrounding scent of grapefruits and salt water enhanced the scent. Making Rumi’s feral brain enter a state of absolute bliss.
Caught in a moment of splendor and ignoring the rest of the world. Rumi’s demonic hunched form settled in the closet, sniffing the pair of bloodied panties like it was her last lifeline. Venom and drool dripping from her fangs, mouth parted to take in more of the absolutely hypnotizing scent.
Uncaring of the click of the lock, signaling the front door had been open.
——-
Zoey closed the door behind her with a click that sounded a little too deafening.
Noting the darkness of the sky since night had fallen , the neon lit city scape glowing through the windows.
“Rumi?” Zoey tentatively called. Stepping gingerly in the walk in kitchen. Placing her keys and the plastic bag of takeout food on the counter with a rustle and a jingle.
Before finally looking up she let out a surprise squeak as large claw marks greeted her.
Deep gouges into the wood like a terrifying warning.
Taking a half step back in terror as adrenaline pumped up her spine. The prized bag of takeout food abandoned on the counter she whirled around. Eyes wildly looking for any other clues.
What happened?
Zoey’s mind raced. Taking small steps around the kitchen as she nervously investigated.
A demon attack? Was Rumi ambushed while we were gone? Did they take her?
She quickly pulled out her phone, hushed curses escaping her as she nearly dropped it fumbling with the device. Clumsy, sweaty fingers frantically finding Mira’s number and typing a hurried text.
SOS.
Before quickly switching to the group chat with both of her girlfriends. Nervously typing in the chat with her heart racing.
Z-master: RUMI R U OK?
Z-master: WHERE R U?
Two distinct familiar pings going off in another room.
The youngest hunter’s head shooting upwards towards the direction of the sound. Noting it was pinging from her room.
Jumping upwards she darted in that direction. Feet scrambling, phone clattering forgotten on the floor. Food abandoned on the table. The only thing on the raven-haired girls mind was concerned that Rumi had been deathly injured fending off an attack.
She crept into her room silently. High on alert, eyes darting towards the familiar objects that littered her bedroom. Turtle plush still by her preferred side of the bed. Tousled blankets she never bothered to make at the bottom.
Nothing seemed out of place.
Her eyes narrowed as she instinctively knelt down. Honmoon thrumming under her ringed fingers as she pulled up two shin-kal from the strings like an instrument. Brandishing the weapons like a secondary instinct. The glow of the blade offering her solace and lighting up the darkness of the room. Eyes tracking the shadows for any hiding demonic entities.
The glow of her ethereal weapons revealing another hint. Monstrous scratches at the edge of her bed frame. Her heart jumping in her chest as she tracked the long eerie marks. It must have been a truly massive demon that had infiltrated the tower, from the sheer size of the marks and how deep the gouges in the wood ran.
Eyes ran the length of the marks, following the path they had left.
Landing at her closet. The door looked like it had gone through hell, hinge missing from the top and the entire wooden frame off on one side as the door slumped over. She noted two more massive scratches in the frame towards the side. As if the infiltrating creature had grasped for support.
She narrowed her eyes as she caught a purple glow emitting from further within the storage.
A victorious smirk creeped across her face as she fully locked in.
Found you!
The demon might be big, but Zoey was fast. She liked to brag she was the fastest and most athletic of the three Hunters. Bouncing, bubbly attitude not just for show, but also her best excelling skill. Gripping her weapons tight with confidence.
She struck.
Only to miss her perfect headshot. The ethereal weapon singing as it struck the wall. The dagger passed through the two arching horns of the massive infernal creature as it was hunched over, her laundry basket instead of standing tall. The blade dissolved in a flash of iridescent light. Drawing the creature’s attention to the young Hunter.
A rumbling snarl escaped as the elderitch being as it tuned around a pair of turtle panties still over its jaw. Claws scraping the floor as it used the leverage to pivot. Strangely, no damage being done as the strings of the Honmoon rippled underneath the surface protectively, before fading again.
Zoey’s eyes widened as she took in the full visage of the towering demon before her.
“Rumi?!—” was the only thing the raven-haired girl could choke out before the demonic entity charged.
A blur of purple braid was the only thing she processed before those massive clawed hands were wrapped around her throat in a singular motion. Panties now forgotten and dropped on the floor to be rediscovered later.
Zoey choked in shock. Gasping as the daggers sunk threateningly into her skin, not piecing. Taken aback at the level of control Rumi was exerting.
The smaller girl heard a deep snuffling noise. Heart beating in her chest as she tried to relax stock still. Not wanting to set off any panic or alarm in the fully transformed demon. She didn’t know how this had happened, but it did surprisingly confirm the suspicion both her and Mira had been hypothesizing.
A low curious rumble reached her ears, and she felt the claws around her throat lessen their grip by a margin no longer threatening to break skin at the slightest twitch.
Squeaking with surprise as Demon-Rumi leaned in with a low growl and sniffed at the nape of her neck. Something akin to a purr escaping her in a pleased pitch.
Zoey found that her initial shock began to fade and bloom into something new as she fully looked at the new features Rumi had grown in.
Slitted pupils tracked down eyeing the nape of Zoey’s throat hungrily. The younger girl holding back a laugh as she looked up, noting ripped scraps of a t-shirt stuck in the hauntingly beautiful arching horns she had grown in.
The muffled sound had the claws holding her hostage, loosening before finally dropping her and Zoey took the opportunity to hop a few steps back, stance defensive. The young hunter couldn’t tell if Rumi was currently possessed and trying to eat her, but she didn’t want to risk it and find out. She paused, noting the demon simply stared forward, as if a fog had come over its senses, body and posture slack.
Jumping back a little more. She landed crouched in the bed. Reaching again for a string in the Honmoon that surrounded her she pulled away brandishing another iridescent shin-kal with fluidity.
Demon-Rumi slitted eyes snapped back into focus. Narrowing on the weapon the raven-haired girl was brandishing in her hand. Fanged growl escaping her parted maw, Zoey watched with mild fascination as drool mixed with a glowing purple substance dribbled onto the floor from the two longest long incisors.
Rumi took the brief distraction as an opportunity to strike. Blurring forward and catching the hand holding the dagger. Before instinct took over and her body poofed into a sparkly cloud of pink.
Zoey grunted her entire world, pivoted. Back landing roughly on the plush of her bed drawing out a little oof. She didn’t get a moment's breath before the hulking figure was pressed above her. One massive bicep pinning down both her arms above her head. Iridescent weapon facing the wrong way. The claws grip so tight she couldn’t shift the weapon in a proper angle to stab downwards if she wanted too. The other claws hand landed right next to her head. Eyes darting to it out of instinct, bugging out of her head as Zoey watched the daggers slowly curl around the plush of her pillow, shredding the fabric with ease, with a simple twitch.
“Zoey…”
That demonic voice was back. The vibrating rumble sending tingles down the young rapper's spine, and a little more somewhere forbidden…
A huff and some smoky pink vapor spilled out of tusked fangs. As if Rumi had been vaping the demonic energy surrounding her. Zoey could fully believe it, considering the bulk of muscle the demon had grown in around her biceps and forearms, that kept her pinned. The extremely cut figure of Rumi’s puffing chest caught her eyes. Blush sprouting across the raven-haired girl's face as she gazed lower. Eyes tracing the well defined abs accented by those hypnotizing patterns. The smaller girl could’ve sworn she caught a glimpse of a truly demonic bulge straining in the back boxers Rumi was sporting; only obvious in the darkness of the room because of a purple eerie glow emitting underneath the fabric.
It had her eyes immediately shooting back up to meet a slitted golden gaze. Watching as one demonic eye slowly dimmed, fading back into a human brown.
“Zoey…” Rumi panted, more puffs of pink vapor escaping her parted mouth as if the bedroom were ice cold.
“Please……let me taste..?” A forced groan coming from the Demon, talking was hard, she just felt like she wanted to eat Zoey whole.
Her fangs ached.
“Rumi… I'm on my period..” Zoey started. Eyes nervous and confused, trailing off as her sentence was interrupted with a hungry snarl.
“I know.” Rumi’s eyes burned back to a full gold. A long tongue coming forth to lick the venom and drool from her lips as if imagining the taste. Zoey’s eyes widened in understanding as she watched.
The hot burn of arousal now prominent.
Snuffling followed and those pupils burned impossibly brighter. The hulking demonoid shifting herself into a lower position. Horned head moving towards the apex of Zoey’s thighs. The smaller girl’s shirt had ridden up during the tussle. Allowing Rumi’s nose to brush along the exposed stomach. Following her abdominal line with a fanged teasing grin. Making the trapped girl shiver and jerk at the sensitive touch.
“I’ll make you feel so good~” a promise.
The low, echoing timbre of Rumi’s demonic voice had Zoey’s hands instinctively jerking in the tight grasp of the Demon’s claws. Hips bucking upwards as if she were trying to grind on Rumi’s chin. The demonic Popstar letting out a low delighted chuckle at the attempt.
Zoey watched with baited breath as Rumi brought a sharp claw to her mouth. Fascination bloomed across her cheeks, as that devilish tongue wrapped around the tip of the clawed digit pulling away a trail of spit and glowing venom followed.
The Demon then trailed the hand downwards. Glowing venom mixed with spit leaving a thin trail. Getting another sharp jerk from the trapped girl. A delighted fanged smile when her claw tip dragged along exposed ribs and brushing over her belly button. A low rumbling chuckled following as she applied pressure, tapping the tip sharply against the button of Zoey’s pants with a small teasing tink.
“Fuck… Rumi, yes fuck yes please— is it safe? Are—can you please~?” Zoey caved.
A whimpered moan following her breathy consent that had the demonic Popstar lunging forward with greedy enthusiasm.
“W-wait.” The words had the massive demon immediately halting. The gesture, greatly reassuring to Zoey. Even though Rumi contained supernatural strength and speed behind measure. She still would always respect her girl’s wishes.
Demon or not.
The smaller girl lets out a little giggle before wiggling her fingers. Weapons dissipating back into the Honmoon with a flourish. Demon-Rumi watching intently. The raven-haired girl wiggles her fingers more, muscles bunching as she tries to lift her hand out of the clawed grasp.
To no avail. It was surprising just how much casual strength Rumi was exterting in her monstrous form.
Zoey was not weak by any means. Years of training and non stop Idol practice had honed her biceps pretty well, or so she though. She could definitely pass the requirement to lift fifty pounds… Don’t get her wrong! But damn Demon- Rumi had some bulk like she was on steroids when she shifted.
“Hmm! Up!” a little sound finally escaping the young rapper’s mouth. After the wiggling fingers simply had the lead Popstar simply tilt her head in an owl like fashion, demonic pupils blown curiously.
Slowly clawed hands let her hands go. Tentatively, Rumi moving to sit back on her haunches. Pupils blown huge, and dark with that glowing gold now eclipsed. A sad whine escaping her chest as she reluctantly, but respectfully pulled back.
Zoey let out a short giggle before sitting up and reaching her hands out towards Rumi’s face. Fingers wiggling playfully.
Like a lost puppy dog the demonic Popstar surged forward. Allowing Zoey’s hand to cup her chin, tracing the skin up down with her thumb fondly. Before lowering Rumi’s head and cupping it into her shoulder, reaching for the branching horns on top of her head. A rumbling purr emitting from the demonic mass in her arms.
Zoey plucked the shredded t-shirt out from its tangle in the horns. Running her hands along the sharp edges with curiosity. A pleased grumble reaching the younger Popstar’s ears as she made sure the surface had no more scraps of cloth along it.
Demon-Rumi’s locked eyes with Zoey again.
A silent question behind them, the raven-haired girl seemingly reading her mind and answering her in kind. Bringing her head up and pulling the purple-haired idol into a searing kiss.
That demonic elongated tongue dominated its way into Zoey’s mouth. The younger girl moaning fruitfully into the kiss. Her smaller one licking along one of the fangs. Taking a taste of the glowing purple venom that they secreted.
It seemed to be an aphrodisiac that “higher” demons produced to help lure prey. Sweet like ambrosia if she had ever tasted it, and with an undertone that tasted so much like Rumi. Flowery and light Lavender. Zoey felt it warm her throat like alcohol without the burn as she swallowed. The heat following down to her stomach and blossoming outwards. Threatening to consume her mind with lust and forbidden promises.
Not that Zoey would complain if it went that way.
Elongated tongue pushing it’s way down, down Zoey’s throat before she had to playfully tap at Rumi’s chest that she would choke if it went any deeper. Blush heavy across her cheeks as she immediately began to imagine it pushing down somewhere else. Greedy and desperate.
The Demon finally drawing back at the warning but not without a playful nip of sharpened teeth to Zoey’s bottom lip. Drawing out a choked moan from the girl, who drank up all the sweet venom that bled from Rumi’s fangs.
Rumi nosed at Zoey’s clothes. The girl getting the hint immediately and began pulling off the t-shirt that was blocking her from skin to skin contact. Unhooking her bra and shucking off her pants. Tossing them carelessly into the abyss where she would be on a rabbit hunt for them later.
Rumi pulled back and copied, but there was not much left for the demon to remove. The sudden growth of bulked muscle had shredded parts of her shirt awkwardly. Pants already gone and forgotten somewhere and horns were in the way of the shirt coming of her head. So the purple-haired demon resorted to shredding the remaining fabric on one clean cut of her claws.
Zoey watched, mouth agape in awe as purple striped patterns revealed themselves, illuminating the space with their patterned glow, following Rumi’s heart beat.
The Demon pulled the younger girl down into another hungry soul-devoring kiss. Arms wrapping around her broad back like a koala as the lead Popstar lowered her back into her preferred pillow. Shiver following Zoey and her back arched with pleasure as a sharp tipped claw began following the lines of her hips and down, catching on the strap of her panties.
“Can I have... taste? Mmm~ promise... very gentle.” Demon-Rumi rumbled. Needing the young Popstar to verbally voice her consent before they continued.
The vocalization for consent swelled in Zoey’s chest.
“ Yes” The younger girl shuffled backwards, laying back down underneath the demonic-shifted Popstar.
“ Please~?” The raven-haired girl whined. Baring her breasts and neck as she relaxed. The soft steady glow of Rumi’s glow reflecting the neediness in Zoey’s eyes.
A pleased rumble from the demonic entity towering over her. The submission caused a purr to vibrate from the depths of Rumi’s chest. She still positioned the smaller girl’s arms into the previous one they had, but less intense. Claws careful not to prick skin, but applying enough pressure that had the raven-haired girl arching with a moan at the sensation of being restrained.
“God--fuck~ Rumi hurry up.” the smaller girl whined. Canting her hips with a neediness that reflected the now empty clenching and pressure beginning to become more prominent as she felt a cramp ripple through her system. The venom she had licked up earlier not helping, intensifying the sensation of feeling.
Empty.
I want her to fill me with that fiendish tongue so bad!
Zoey had actually arrived home earlier than scheduled. After the crumbling sensation of building pressure from her cramps began to make her feel not so confident. Mira taking note of the slight grimace after every picture. As well as extended need to sit down every few seconds after a few shots. The cloying pressure in her cunt was unbearable.
Mira fought with her, pleading Zoey to just head home. Knowing how painful and inconsistent the raven-haired girl’s time of the month was sometimes. Staggering between steady flow, and heavy burning flow that had the girl bedrotting for days. Barely able to move, the other two bringing her water and snacks. Sliding them down under her door like she was The Period Monster.
Her two girls should definitely take that word back because said Monster was literally hunched over her right now. Starved slitted eyes in full focus as daggered claws gently snapped the elastic of her period panties in a single seamless swipe.
Eyes bugging out of her head as she watched Demon-Rumi pull the fabric away, clear strings of arousal mixed with blots of blood following. Bringing the fabric up to her nose with a deep inhale, gold fluttering closed as she relished the scent. Huffing deeply like a drug. Before tossing it away into the darkness of the room.
Infernal eyes locked up with round hazelnut, flushed with full arousal. Before lowering down slowly, steadily. Arching horns blinking with flecks of gold and deep purple, it kind of reminded Zoey of a blinking headlight and she had to fight back a giggle. Not wanting to crush the lustful mood that spiked the air around them.
Saliva pooled as that demonic maw parted wide. Venom coated fangs dripped in long drops before that long hungry tongue licked them clean and shot forwards.
A hot puff of breath and the raven-haired rapper watched with baited breath as Rumi swiped her long tongue over the slit of Zoey’s cunt for her first initial taste. Lapping up the pooled blood there, before pulling away to stare up at her, golden orbs heady and dilated. Before licking the blood caught on the top of her lip, the demonic Popstar looking at Zoey like she was her first taste of Heaven.
Zoey held her breath, captivated by the starving gaze, claws holding her hand hostage, twitching with need. All mental restraint snapping in Rumi’s head as she surged forward again.
A guttural choked groan ripping out followed by a high pitched one. Each filled with ecstasy as the Demon began to eat out the smaller girl like it was her last life line.
That elongated demonic tongue filled the smaller girl’s cunt to the brim. Wide enough to stretch her at the base and catching the drips of arousal-laced blood that flooded out of her pussy. Lapping up the blood on the edge of her lips like it was an antique glass of wine.
Before plunging back in for more and hitting deep within her core.
The bristles on the demon’s tongue doing ungodly work as they rubbed up against Zoey’s walls. Causing her to jerk and whine in absolute bliss as they stimulated her. Occasionally flicking back around to hit her clit and,
Oh!
“R—Rumi!” Zoey shuddered in forbidden pleasure
Eyes rolled backwards to her head, fluttering with unrestrained ecstasy. Orgasm already rippling through and consumed by that greedy eldritch maw. The pressure releasing from her cunt, replaced by waves of bliss that crashed into her over and over again.
She felt a strange appendage wrap around her arms. Tying them together like a rope. The length of it twitched and shuddered uncontrollably underneath her, like an extension of Rumi’s pleasure. Hands still tied, but claws free, they dragged down her side. Joining the other one, and grasping her other hip, both daggers curling into it. Rumi uses it as leverage to dig into her cunt. Little pinpricks spiking on Zoey’s side but not too painful, euphoria soon flooding out all her senses.
Zoey flexed her fingers instinctively testing the new bondage, biceps flexing at the sensations as she sunk deeper and deeper into the plush ecstasy of the pillow beneath her. High pitched moans continuously escaping her as she felt Rumi's mouth delve deeper, wicked tongue plunging even deeper into her depths, conquering another blissful inch. Savoring all the blood and arousal that blessed her tastebuds with a feral growl. Hot breath that puffed up into pink vapors leaving her mouth. Leaving wonders along Zoey’s cunt as the extra warmth blessed her core.
Hands continuously flexed, jerking now with the need to cling and claw at something. The words unable to escape Zoey’s panting lips between her orgasms only a high pitched needy whine.
Without stopping, Golden eyes peered up at her flushed heavy face. The appendage that bound her hands together moved, guiding them downwards. Brushing her grasping fingers against her horns. The younger girl instinctively holding onto them with need. The rope-like appendage unwound from around her hands.
Whatever it was, disappearing back into the depths of the bedside with a shadowy flick. But the smaller girl was too busy catching her breath to figure out what it was.
Grasping gingerly at the horns before gently coaxing upwards. Rumi followed the movement with a thirsty snarl. Jaw unhinging inhumanly, digging her thick demonic tongue deep in an attempt to find the perfect spot, soft textured bristles catching and lapping at her walls in the most delicious way. Venom and drool mixing and pooling at the base of her cunt, burning into her skin like a warm salve, stimulating her edges.
The young rapper screamed again through another orgasm, stars dotting her vision as she trembled.
Her chest heaved as she panted, lips moving like she was murmuring a prayer. Not that she would want to exorcize the demonic-mass currently trying to suck her soul out from her core. Long wet hot laps of that forbidden tongue, the way it plunged into her heat devouring more and more of the nectar that kept leaking out. Tremors rippled through both bodies in a forbidden dance.
“Rumi… you feel so—ah damn~ good.”
“Mmmm~”
The breathy admission had glimmering eyes peering up into her hazy ones with interest. One final hot lick with that thick tongue before the Demon pulls up. Zoey letting go of her horns with a confused whine. Watching with dazed fascination as the older Popstar licked the traces of blood from her lips salaciously a pleased rumble, pink vapor puffing from her nose, adding to the lustful motion.
Claws hands grasp at the rapper’s hips. Muscles bulging slightly and Zoey finds herself yanked down further into Rumi’s arms, in one seamless motion, with a gasp of surprise. Arching her back as the burn gets brighter down in her core from the motion. More slick and blood dripping out from her more exposed cunt. Rumi lets out a pleased rumble above her as she stares, golden pupils absolutely hypnotized, the deafening sound echoing in the space.
The demonic-shifted Popstar traces the tips claws down the smaller girl spine teasing pinpricks following the sensation. Carefully coming down and dipping two sharp daggers into the girl's dripping cunt. The young rapper gasping at the sensation, beady orbs hungrily following at the slick line of arousal that follows when she pulls her hand away.
“Touch yourself.” Not a request, a demand.
Zoey moans fruitfully into her pillow, the way that demonic undertone worms its way into her bones. Feeling the way she gets impossibly wetter at the command. She brings her hand around to play with the edges of her clit. Whining and rocking harshfully against her fingers as she pants into the plush of her bedsheets.
“Rumi~… ” a pleading whine. Wanting to be filled, eaten , until her legs shook and she was begging for mercy.
Claws come back to grasp at her hips again tickling down her sides. She whimpers into the sensation. Begging tone spurring Rumi to move faster into position. Hunkering down and reclaiming the taste of Zoey’s on her tongue. Heat and puffs of breath licking up rivulets of dripping arousal-laced blood. Before the half-blood Demon finally plunged inside again, filling up her core with the sensation of that demonic, warm, wet tongue. Those textured bristles scraping against her walls in the most delicious way. Zoey cried at the deeper angle Rumi was now able to reach, gasping and huffing into the plush of her pillow.
Rumi dug her tongue in a little deeper. Snarl rumbling through her as she took her fill. The taste of blood mixed with the scent of citrus and seaside spurring her into new heights. Claws digging a little rougher into the younger girl’s hips drawing a scratch of blood. Not that Zoey noticed with how far she was buried into the pillow throughly getting fucked within an inch of her life.
She felt the young Hunter clench and flutter around her tongue in response to her feral snarl. A truly devilish thought coming to mind, pressing impossibly deeper and letting her chest vibrate in a deep purr . The sensation flowing throughout her body and especially on her tongue that was currently buried deep in the girls core, stretching at her walls so fully.
Zoey’s back arched, nearly jumping off the bed, propped legs going through uncontrollable spasms. If anyone were watching they would mistake the girl for having a full on seizure. A high tapering scream escaping her lips that were drawn out by the demonic Hunter’s thirsty snarl as she felt the girl squirt into her mouth. Assaulting her tastebuds with the heavy musky scent that was all Zoey on her tongue.
She felt the fluttering of her walls ebbing.
Golden slits peering up to get a look at the young Hunter she had just utterly ruined.
Zoey laid panting and wheezing trying to catch her breath. Wet teary steaks trickled down her cheeks as she laid in the aftermath of her orgasmic ecstasy. A choked sob escaping her as she hoarsely found her words.
“Rumi… can you hold me I’m—” a whimper had the demonic shifted leader surging into damage control. Removing her tongue from the girl’s dripping cunt with one last swiping lick. The younger girl gasping in relief as she was finally able to relax her legs.
Like a cat after a good meal, Rumi sat up. Leaning on her front claws. One daggered hand coming up to wipe the excess arousal-laced blood off her face. Cleaning her hand by winding the entirety of her tongue around the palm in one clean lick. The raven-haired girl watching the lewd display with tired, but content eyes.
The hulking demon then moved, nesting herself around the girl protectively before an arm gently scooped her in. The perfect little spoon to slot in with her demonic form. A clawed hand coming around to place the turtle plush on Zoey’s preferred side before splaying in her hip.
The smaller girl sighed blissfully, expression falling into utter contentment. Snuggling lovingly up to the plush, other hand holding claws around her waist like a secure belt.
Feeling the warm body heat emanating from the taller demonic Hunter like a space heater.
She closed her eyes in delight, warmth permeating to the depths of her stomach.
Further tucking her chin under the older girl's neck. A steady purr rumbling up that soothed the exhausted Hunter into a lulling sleep. Eyelashes fluttering softly against patterned skin.
That rope-like appendage was back, wrapping around the girl's ankle, wounding up to her shin and thigh before resting with a content little twitch. It felt slightly fuzzy like there was fur lining the length of it. But she did feel something slightly sharp and tipped at the end, brushing up against her hip as it twitched.
“Mmmm… Rumi?”
An answering purr
“You have a tail…?” Zoey murmured lazily, eyes closed and lulling deeper into her slumber.
An answering nip to her ear was all she got in reply before she drifted off.
The lazy glow of patterns illuminating the room in tune with both heartbeats.
Both girls cuddled in the blissful aftermath.
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