Rasha revealed

The room was a cavernous place filled with rocky outcroppings. The light was dim and the air was warm and moist. It smelled sweet and spicy, like cinnamon or licorice.

Mary slowly came to, finding herself hovering in the air above a series of vast pillows and low lying sofas.

“My, oh my! What do we have here? A delicate little bird has entered my sanctuary!”

Mary started and looked around desperately to find the source of the voice.

“Who said that? Where am I?”

A pale, glowing figure rose up from beneath Mary. The being was female in shape, but with proportions that were almost inhumanly perfect. The being’s breasts were enormous, perky and supple without seeming fake or tacky. They surged outwards, sporting plump nipples the color of ripe plums. The creature’s wasp-like waist seemed to thin to physically hold the rest of the body together, yet here it was performing a miracle. The legs were full and shapely, soft yet muscled. The creature’s privates swelled outwards and glistened in the darkness.

The face was most striking. It was monstrous, yet irresistible. Glowing red eyes, shape fangs, and horns poking from the forehead defined the creature as something supernatural and dangerous. Meanwhile, luscious lips like black cherries begged for a kiss.

Mary blushed as she stared at the being. Its body was so…perfect. She felt a mingling of envy and desire looking at it. How could something so luxurious exist? The word “sex” popped into Mary’s mind. She had always cowered from that word. Now she was faced with its ultimate embodiment and left paralyzed.

“Have no fear, my sweet little bird. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help you!”

“Help me? Okay, let me go! Help me find my way home.”

The being chuckled, “that would not be a help to you, my dear. I’m afraid you need intervention.”

“What are you talking about?” Something clicked in Mary’s head. “You’re the sex demon Becca was talking about!”

“Demon? What a nasty word. I’m no devil. I’m a goddess here to convey blessings to the poor and needy.”

“You’re real! I can’t believe it, Becca was right!”

“Who is this Becca, darling?”

Mary was too caught up in her own train of thought to answer.

“Becca was right…and also wrong! The sex demon did choose me. I’m cute enough, I’m not just one of the boys! I was chosen by the sex demon!” Mary paused and thought through the ramifications of what she just said. “Oh God, I was chosen by the sex demon!”

The demon glided in close so that Mary could smell it. It smelled like rich chocolate and red raspberries and, under everything else, sweat and musk. It was a luxurious scent that made the girl’s head swim.

“What is this talk about? What did this mean girl say to you?”

Mary knew she should be afraid, but as the demon spoke, she found her fear slipping away. There was something oddly inviting about its presence.

“Please let me go…”

“Tell me what Becca said to you first.”

“Sh…sh…she said I wasn’t cute enough to be captured by you. That I was basically just one of the boys.”

“Obviously she was wrong…not that there’s anything wrong with being one of the boys.”

“What?! Of course there is! Boys are stupid and perverted and rude!”

“Perhaps, but they are also strong and powerful, possessing the capacity to dominate and exert their will. They certainly have more fun in the bedroom too.”

Mary wanted to argue against this nonsense, but the demon’s words had a way of wiggling into her brain and spreading like an infection.

“Boys only care about sex. They’re always obsessing about boobs and blowjobs. I don’t get it at all. Who cares about boobs? They’re just lumps of fat on a girl’s chest! What’s so great about them?”

The demon flashed a wicked grin and said, “perhaps you should get a taste of what they feel before you judge so harshly?”

“We? What are you saying?”

The demon cradled Mary’s face delicately with her clawed hands and began to sing a strange enchantment. The words were arcane gibberish. They seemed to fill the air with a strange power. Once the spell finished, the demon pulled Mary into a soft, pillowy kiss.

An intense warmth spewed from Mary’s nether region, filling her body with liquid heat. Her head swam and her consciousness flickered.

Suddenly, Mary was painfully aware of the demon’s large breasts pressed against her chest. The demon’s sweet, sultry scent lingered in her nostrils. Mary kissed the demon back, noticing with wonder how soft and sweet its lips were.

The demon broke the kiss slowly, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her and the girl. Mary shivered, scrunched up her cute round face, and stared at the demon with new eyes.

How beautiful the demon was! So soft and perky and luscious. Her lips were lovely, her eyes delicious. Most inviting of all were those breasts! So big and bouncy!

“My name is Rasha darling. What is yours?”

“Muh…muh…Mary.”

“Do you want to kiss me again, Mary?”

“Yes!” Mary’s voice quivered.

“Do you want to feel my breasts?”

“God yes!” There were tears in her eyes.

“Come here, darling.”

And Mary came, rushing in like a horny teenage boy, her hands groping and squeezing at those big, bulging tits. The women’s lips collided. Their bodies pressed together. Mary’s uniform melted off of her, falling to the floor so that her scrawny, boyish body meshed against the perfect curves of the demon.

In an instant, sex turned from a source of embarrassment for poor Mary to a lifelong obsession.