Exit: If This is Love... (Pt. 2)

"Well then," I state, steadying my nerves and summoning my confidence. I step forward between the giant demoness' legs, eye level with her tits, and she placidly tilts her head down to track me. "For a start..." I reach over and grab the handle of her whip. Or, I try to, anyway. It's just a bit too big around for me to take in one hand and so even though she allows me to take it without resistance, I find it somewhat unwieldy.

"...I don't think we'll need this for a our first time." Thus, a sling it into the corner, listening to Arma's gentle, reverberating giggles as I do. "Yes, yes, I get it: You're big girl, and you have big toys. I'm sure I could do something fun with that but... Actually, can you shapeshift?"

"Of course, Master." Arma assures, her feet tapping the floor to either side of me in excitement.

"We can definitely have fun with that. But first..." I take some steps back, and then tackle Arma with all the **** I can muster around the midsection.

There's little resistance as she falls backward into the bed, giggling all the while as I clamber atop of her, unbuttoning my pants and letting my manhood free as I go. "Good grief woman," I say, pushing into one of her soft, pillow-sized tits with both hands and unclasping the strap before moving to the other one. "Do you just like being this big, or is it your natural state?"

"I read a lot of novels in my free time," Arma answers, reading my intentions and gamely allowing me to undress her without assistance. "I thought being so large would add to the pomp and circumstance, you know" She puts on a dramatic and imperious tone which is at odds with the fact that I've gotten both straps of her tap off and begun to peel her leotard down. Somehow, it's not getting caught between her and the bed. "'Behold, mortal, the mighty being you have beckoned forth: now sate your desire!'"

"Shouldn't that be 'state,' in this situation?" I ask, idly tickling one of her fist-sized nipples now that it's been freed.

Arma giggles again, setting her tits to jiggle. It's a lot like being on a water-bed, but not as... wooshy, as she wiggles beneath me. "In this situation, what do you think, Mas~ter~~?"

"I think sticking it in's going to be a little awkward when I need to horse-stance just to get my feet around your fatass hips." I snark back, pulling the leotard down low enough to expose her womanhood.

"Oh! Is that a problem?" Arma asks. Her torso bucks for a moment as she stops herself from sitting up, considerate of the fact she can probably displace me with ease. "I can slim down if you want."

"Hm... nah. Maybe keep doing the 'imperious demon' thing." I pause in thought, considering my method of approach, "Then shrink to a reasonable size as I break you in, or something?"

"Hmph!" Arma snorts, dismissively. Somehow, there's no heat in it so she just sounds adorable. "As if a mortal such as you could ever 'break' one such as I," so she claims, but she's still making no efforts to displace me and gamely allowing me to do what I will. At the moment, that's probe around her curves and see what she likes.

"Indeed?" I ask, putting on a faux-noble accent, "then what's this lack of resistance?"

The bed creaks as Arma shifts and rolls and goes nowhere at all, putting on a good show of straining against invisible bindings. "A trifling matter," She declares unconvincingly, "I am merely allowing you to taste victory for the moment."

"Then what if I..." reach over and "...do..." Just for a moment. "...this?" suckle one of her nipples. The tip of it's quite large, so I leave with the bizarre sensation I just stuck the whole end of a water bottle in my mouth. But squishier. She tastes like nothing, too, which is weird by itself.

Arma jumps beneath me, and I almost fall off as her legs wiggle together for a moment. Beneath me, I feel her body slide as she scales herself down. "Hm-hmph." Arma snorts again, "did you think I would be so easy as to fold to the basest touch of a man? Think again, ma-mortal!"

Contrarywise, I think she liked that, so I give her other nipple a quick peck too as an experiment. Sure enough, there's another jump and shift, along with a keening whine that I probably wouldn't have picked up if we weren't so close together.

"Hoow~ unoriginal," Arma taunts, nearly breaking character, "is that the best you can do?"

"We're just getting started, my dear demoness," I return, sliding forward up her body to trace my hands around the nape of her neck, and then under her chin. At this point, she's certainly taller than me but not quite beyond the point of reason anymore... so my legs rest either side of her midsection, placing my dick between her tits as I lean in to her.

Her face is comically flustered, especially with how visibly she's straining to stay in character. It's a heady feeling to have a woman just be... putty in my hands like this. I'm not even sure if what I'm doing would work on anyone else at all, and how much is just Arma's magic indoctrinating her to love anything I do.

"P-please~," Arma says, in her genuine voice as she breaks character for a moment and distracts me with a gentle smile, "tell me this audacious m-an hasn't given up already? You do know what happens when you lose a gamble with a demon, don't you?"

Right. That wouldn't be fair to her at this point. And she has a tap to my emotions, just like I do hers.

"Hush, you." I chide, taking her by the cheeks and leaning in for a kiss. Her eyes widen, and then screw shut as she loses herself in the feelings we exchange. We continue until I need to stop to breath, and then again as I ride the high of her lust and desire.

Concurrently, her body shrinks in fits and bursts as she periodically remembers the game, until the roles have almost reverse with me mounting a woman who would barely stand to my shoulders.

"Ah... ahah..." She babbles, trying to find the words her persona is meant to use.

I don't give her the chance. "Do me a favor? Don't let this end too fast." Pushing her into the bed, I adjust myself and assert my manhood.

The bed starts to creak by the end of the night.