The Heart of a Demoness.

I lead Azara by the hand upstairs to the communal bathroom, the racket of the girls packing bags and organising what they need can be heard even after I close the door. It was a fairly simple bathroom to be honest, it wasn't a very big house to begin with, toilet, a sink with a mirror next to it to my right, and right in front was a shower/bath.

But I don't really care about the bathroom as I look down at the form of Azara. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail and still fell between her shoulder blades, her yellow cat eyes shaped like almonds stared up at my own red eyes hid behind my aviators, her luscious plump lips were slightly open, as if begging for attention. She wore no makeup, though she really didn't need to, her body was hellishly divine without even trying. Full perky tits squeezed into her top, her waist trimmed like an Instagram model, and her ass was even bigger and tighter than my moms, stretching the sheer fabric of the yoga pants around her wide hips.

Slowly I took my glasses off, setting them down next to the sink, and watched her reaction, her pupils dilating subtly before contracting again, the subtle sweat that dripped between her tits, her breathing growing shallower, almost excited.

"So Azara, how do I do this?" I ask in a diplomatic voice, hands in my hoodie pockets.

"You've grown quickly, master" She whispers in a breathless voice, her thighs rubbing together.

"Will I grow much more? It's actually more annoying than convenient." I groan as I roll my eyes.

"Not much more... I don't think, maybe another ten of your centimetres? Your body won't grow much larger either, it will simply become stronger, faster, even lighter as your wings come in" She speaks in a soft voice, her eyes wandering over every inch of my body as if she can see me under my clothes.

"So you're saying I'm going to end up some weird seven foot tall super soldier looking giant with wings?" I moan with a sigh, rolling my shoulders in irritation.

"I will teach you how to fly, Master, if you wish" Azara offers, in an almost sweet voice as she shuffles uncomfortably on the spot.

"Yeah, we'll see. Not like I can just jump off this runaway train now anyway" I moan again, "But we really should get on with this glamour thing, and more importantly the pheromones" I urge with a firmer voice.

"Master, I will try... but it's hard to concentrate, I have been a good girl, I did exactly as you asked, I have been sweet and innocent, and caused no fuss with your mother... and I've gone so long without you..." She breathily replied as she fell to her knees before me, hands on the floor as her hair masked her face.

"It's not even been twenty four hours, Azara"

"I know... but my lord... please forgive me, I can not bear to be separated from you any longer" She mumbled, as tears flowed down her flawless face, dropping like pieces of diamond upon the bathroom floor.

I can't help it, it's just hurting me to keep her like this any longer I can't let her carry on given how much I've hurt her.

Slowly I focus on the door I shut yesterday, and open it to her once more. And the intensity of what hits me was something I was ill prepared for.

I can feel it all at once, her pain, her loneliness, the abject fear of being abandoned again. I had no idea that her feelings ran this deep, her desire was definitely carnal, she without a doubt wanted to fuck my brains out for the rest of time itself. But it ran deeper than that, following the thread down into her mind, into her heart I found the connection that had been forged between us both when she failed to bind me, it was more than just a reversal, it went deeper than that. I could see her soul itself, burning with purple intensity around a core of brilliant yellow, a core that had been branded, no merged with another. A soul that was bright blue enshrouded by a burning white light. A soul I recognised that was my own.

A bond that transcended any other. She had become a part of me, and I had become a part of her, somehow it was getting harder and harder to believe she didn't know what love felt like.

My eyes widen, the full depth of what that must have been like for her hitting me as I kneel down and pull her head to my chest.

"Azara... I'm so sorry" I murmur into her citrus scented hair, her hands wrapping around my body as she cries into my chest.

"Please... I'll do anything, just don't do that to me again, Master" She sobs not daring to look me in the eyes.

"I won't... I promise I didn't realise how much that hurt you, I didn't fully understand what you were saying earlier, but I get it now... I get it Azara" Slowly, I cup her cheek with my hand and pull her into a deep, loving kiss. Just our lips meeting at first, before slowly it becomes more heated, our tongues beginning to wrestle with one another as her hands run up and down my broad pecs, my strong arms pulling her tall, curvy form against my body, revelling in how soft she feels against my skin.

"M-Master... oh hells, Master" She moans into my mouth before I start kissing down her neck, picking her up off the floor and setting her down on the sink, her eyes fluttering with delight as my tongue and lips leave hot kisses down her body.

"Master... wha-what are you doin-" She protests before I suddenly rip away her yoga pants, kissing my way down her thigh before coming to her gleaming slit.

With my long tongue I lick at her folds first, running up and down them as she shivers with delight in my grip, my hands wrapped around her thighs and holding her as still as I can. Bit by bit I lap up her juices before I pull her clit into my mouth, furiously flicking at it with my tongue, pinning it down hard and rubbing around again and again as her moans of pleasure burst into mewling cries of delight, her soft fingers running through my thick black hair, holding me tighter as she leans back against the mirror.

"Master! Master you sh-shouldn't be- Aaaah oh hells ummmm right there.... this... this is... sooo good" Her voice wavering as she struggles to maintain her composure, her chest heaving as her olive skin darkens to a purple, and two long horns curve out of her head, her tail suddenly swishing behind her banging against the mirror.

I move in for the kill, releasing her right thigh and plunging two of my thick fingers into her pussy, feeling as the hot lips suck at them demanding more. Curling them back as I suck and flick at her clit, I slowly probe for her G-spot, the connection between us making it easier to find, and even easier to toy with as her hips buck against my face.

"Yes-yes... oh fuck... Master... Master I've been a good girl... Azara's been a good girl... can she cum for you Master... please" She begs, her eyes staring at the ceiling almost rolling back as she bites her lips desperately trying to hold back her orgasm. And it's not in me to deny her.

With that thought she suddenly explodes, I quickly extract my fingers as she squirts a fine sweet tasting mist over my face and chest, shoving both digits into her mouth and muffling her scream of pleasure. She chooses instead to suck on them eagerly, gripping my wrist with one hand as the other grips my hair roughly.

Slowly she calms down, sucking tenderly on my fingers as I rise, wiping her juices from my face and looking down at her dazed form. Her heavily lidded eyes swimming with pleasure as she watches me, and slowly releases my hand, her hands running up and down my sides with care.

"Thank you, Master... I like being a good girl for you if this is what it gets me" She giggles with a playful smile that I can't help but return as I lean in and kiss her hungrily.

"Be a good girl, and I will give you even more" I tease, whispering into her ear, my hot breath making her purple skin prickle.

"How can I be a good girl, Master?" She whispers back, cupping my cheek. Her eyes full of something almost like love, and definitely like desire.

"Teach me how to control my pheromones first, then the glamour after. And maybe I will give you another reward" I explain, and she flashes a feline grin at me.

"I was already going to do that for you Master, but if that's what you want then of course, but you'll need to be naked first" She explains before pecking me lightly on the opposite cheek, her thumb still caressing my other side tenderly, like a wife who missed her husband.

"Why do I have to be naked?"

"You're a demon of lust, Master. We always learn faster whilst having sex"