Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20161211192930/@comment-33398500-20171022233316

“Wait... what?”

As I stood in my bedroom, getting ready for another day of lazily gaming, I had been taken aback by the sudden appearance of a demoness in my room, and even more so by her intent: to take me home with her.

“I understand it’s a bit surprising... so I will explain again...” the intimidating-looking lilim then said to me, sounding understanding enough. “...my offer is simple: I take you home with me to my realm, where you will wed one of my subordinates, a very lovely girl who’s very excited to meet you...”

Being at least partially familiar with how the world of the mamono worked, and the wide variety of mamono there were, even if not with each and every type, this would be quite a roll of the dice: the lilim could be just trying to rid herself of an annoying subordinate by importing a body for her to attach to, or she could just want to throw some meat to her followers to keep them thinking her way or something.

“I am, in part, familiar with your world... and of the general implication of your deal... who are you, and what is your ideal world?” I then asked, deciding to get my bearings with this lilim in front of me.

Having been prepared to deal with more straightforward questions, she nodded slightly “Trying to understand my motives? Sharp... know that you stand before Druella, Fourth Princess of the Demon Realm and Mistress of Lescatie!” she then said in a tone that commanded respect from the one hearing it. “My goal is as it always was: to create a world where mamono and humans are joined as one in uncontrollable lust for each other!” hearing her say this, I could tell how serious she was about this, now bright red at how directly she had said this.

“Looks like you liked what you heard... and in case you’re still wary, no matter what sort of mamono you were to end up marrying, their bodies developed purely for pleasure, so not only will she be great in bed, but she’ll REALLY want to...” Druella then said more quietly into my ear. Shuddering slightly, I found all thoughts swept away by her words, left remarkably blank at the moment.

“When do I leave?” I asked quietly, unable to form a coherent thought at the moment under the flurry of images running through my mind at the moment, trying not to think about Druella in such a fashion, but her lewd form so close like this, that was a wasted effort.

“Well, that was sudden, hehe... decided you wanted such a wonderful life for yourself? Great!” she then said, amused before she grabbed ahold of my wrist and pulled me through the same portal she appeared from with her.

As we came through that portal to the other side of it, my mind was still hazy from the lofty promises and corruptive words that Druella had used to lure me here, but I did notice something was... odd, about my new surroundings. We stood in a relatively small house, one that looked rather like a farmhouse, which surprised me after her whole grand speech about her station. The first thing I noticed about the place was the smell: not of the fields, or of a barnyard like the house would suggest, but some heavy musk that did not seem in fitting with the place, as if everything were permeated with some lecherous intent.

The next thing I noticed was the general lack of anything electronic, or even mechanical: this truly did look like a home out of the middle ages... and yet, not, considering the relatively conventional aesthetic of the house itself.

“I take it this is not your home?” I then asked as I looked around the main room, one of what appeared to be about four small rooms, the three rooms visible were all open to the outside, with large windows that allowed a breeze from outside to rush past me.

“Mine? Ha, no...” she then responded with a dry laugh. “This is where your betrothed lives... alone... getting all worked up...” Druella seemed to relish in this fact, as if it was some source of pride for her.

However, still standing in this main room, I slowly realized the sound I heard in the background wasn’t just some kind of animal noise outside, but rather a person groaning...? Or was it moaning? Whatever it was, they were, indeed, not alone...

The groaning was coming from the room that was currently closed off to the rest of the house. “Ah, your bride is waiting for you in her bedroom, or rather, your shared bedroom.” As I looked rather flustered by the growing moans from the other room, and the creaking I could hear from inside, she said “Go ahead, go on in, sounds like she’s restless...”

“Are you sure she’s alone? Sounds like she’s getting pretty wild in there...” I couldn’t help but comment, causing her to laugh “Oh, no, dear boy, she’s always like that...” now pushing me along toward the door to the room, which I opened slowly and quietly, the noise only getting louder without the door in the way: she didn’t even notice it open.

<p class="MsoNormal">The sight that then met my eyes was staggering: a mamono, though she didn’t look like any kind of mamono I’d ever seen looking through that book. She had long, curved horns that ran from the top of her head down to her chin, where they ended in flat, smooth nubs rather than any kind of point, alluring curves that drew my eye to them, and breasts each easily bigger than my head.

<p class="MsoNormal">As I entered the room, I almost didn’t notice the strange contradiction between the bedroom and the rest of the house – this room looked more like something out of a manor rather than a homestead, include the large four-poster bed she was currently atop of, grinding her crotch furiously against one of the posts. “He’ll... be here... soon... want him here... now...” I could hear her thinking aloud as she continued between moans.

<p class="MsoNormal">However, as I stood there, dumbfounded, she stopped her grinding, finally noticing the two of us in the doorway “H-hubby...?” she then asked, before jumping up, not even waiting for an answer to rush me, charging me into a wall and rubbing her chest against me roughly. As she had done so, I had gotten a glance of some of her features, realizing after a few moments: she was a holstaur!

<p class="MsoNormal">Although... she wasn’t at the same time... she was... different somehow... “What’s going on with her? Why is she in this state, and looking like that?” trying to remember things even as the needy holstaur tried to guide my hands to her chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“As I said... she’s one of my subordinates...” Druella then commented, looking amused at the sight of me trying to hold off the amorous holstaur long enough to get an explanation from her. “...or rather... an experiment... you see, holstaurs typically bottle up their desire... they hide it behind a veneer of placidity that I always found pointless. So I decided to see if I could improve one, to make her more honest about her urges... As you can see, it worked. She is completely open with what she wants, and wants it alot more...” she continued, as the holstaur was now working to remove my shirt.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But you see...” she continued, completely unaffected by the sight of her trying to force herself on me. “...the improved holstaur now has ALOT of demonic energy, and I made the mistake of not finding her a husband right off, so she’s been getting more and more worked up... which is where YOU come in...” she continued with a giggle as I now got flung like a rag doll by the impossibly strong augmented holstaur onto her bed, Druella merely walking into the room as if nothing were happening. “You are her husband now, see how much she wants to consummate your marriage? She even got you ready...” she continued with a giggle as the holstaur moved to join me on the bed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“A bit excessive, I think!” I couldn’t help but shoot back as I scrambled toward the back of the bed, trying to buy mere moments as the unyielding heat of my apparent bride advanced.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Not really. PERFECT, more like...” Druella responded, continuing to laugh “I get to continue to observe the effects of enhancing her body like this, she gets her long-awaited husband to ravish, and you get exactly what I promised, a mamono wife great in bed who REALLY wants to go at it with you, have fun!” she finished, before stepping back through a portal, waving as if nothing unusual had happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">As soon as she disappeared, my holstaur bride’s slow crawl toward me on the bed turned into a headlong dive, landing her atop me as she spoke “Hubby! Stop teasing!” before her lips locked onto mine.

<p class="MsoNormal">Well, I can’t say Druella was lying...