Chapter 5
by chalemagne
What's next?
What are you?
Keeping an otherwise cool head, Alfred gives a cold glare to the seductress "What are you?"
The corners of her full lips turn up in an amused smirk, rolling her beautiful eyes, tempting the young man to rethink his decision to remain polite, "Why can't you tell? I'm a Woman - A Tall, Full-Figured Woman with a Face to Die for... or are you to young to know what that means, little boy?" She prods, giving a little shake to her smooth shoulders that sounds her mounds of pal flesh jiggling.
Alfred narrows his eyes, "I am not a 'little boy', lady - I'm a Man. And while my folks taught me a Man should never it a Woman, you're sorely tempting me to kick you over onto your ass."
The strange woman raises her hand to her mouth to stifle a chuckle, fingers caressing her lips "Well most men I've met would rather slap my ass than kick it," her fingers part as she speaks, once more giving the young man a look over, her gaze locking on Alfred's groin, sending a warmth up his neck "most boys too, now that I think about it."
A current of dread washes through Alfred mixed with flustered excitement. Slowly the strange aspects of her appearance begin to sink in. Those red, red eyes. Those angled horns upon her brow. The broad wings set to rest behind her back. The thin, sinuous tail he could feel wrapping teasingly up his thigh. He had seen those features before, knew what they meant, and yet it hadn't truly hit him until now. She was a Demon.
The Demoness licks her lips as he takes a step back "W-while I'm sure that's true, I do have somewhere I need to be-" his sentence is cut short as he falls rear first to the ground, belatedly finding he could no longer move his feet. Cassandra walks in closer, small horns seeming to slowly grow from the edge of her hairline.
"I'm sorry, what was that? It sounded like you were saying you had someplace to go, but it would appear to me that your rather stuck..." Sinking to her knees, Alfred gulps as he gets an eyeful of her full cleavage. He instinctively pulls back from the sight out of a sense of decency, only to find his whole body immobile - paralyzed from the neck down. Unable to so much as turn his head.
"W-what are you going to do?"
Dawn Dares Not Break
What is found in the dark is often best left there...
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Updated on Oct 15, 2021
by chalemagne
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