Strange bedfellows

Mmh... soft...

Emily stirred, snuggling against the warm pillows pressed to her face and hugging them in her arms.

Warm... hmm...?

A hand gently stroked her ass before giving one cheek a firm squeeze. Hot breath blew past her ear. "Wake up sleepy head~"

HMM!?

Her eyes snapped open, view filled by an expanse of bare gray flesh crossed with lines of black. **** on a scream, she jerked back and fell off her bed. She flailed for the half-second it took to land on her butt, legs apart. A woman's face peered over the edge at her. Her skin was gray, with more black tattoos running in intricate patterns up her jaw and cheeks to the bases of the short horns emerging from her temples. Long, pointed ears poked out from her flowing hair, which was as ruby-red as her plump lips. The woman smirked at her teasingly, and cooed. "Aww, and we were getting along so well a moment ago."

Gasping and wheezing, Emily scooted backwards until she hit the wall, knees tucked up and covering her privates with her hands. "W-who are you? What are you doing in my room!?"

The demon woman propped herself up on one elbow in order to keep eye contact with her, which had the added bonus of highlighting her voluptuous and seemingly gravity-defying breasts. She giggled. "Of course, how rude of me! You can call me Jane, I'm one of the developers of Custom Girls. And you, Emily, are shaping up to be either one of my favorite clients, or the most frustrating."

Emily gulped. "What... what do you mean by that?"

"Well, you see," Jane began, absently checking her nails, "you don't quite fit the normal profile for one of our clients. Most people in your position leapt at the chance to mess with a bitchy boss or teacher, get some action from a girl they’ve had their eye on, maybe even **** their own mother a bit. You, however, have these pesky moral principles keeping you from using the app to its full potential. Considering that the whole point of Custom Girls is to generate lust energy for us succubi to feed on, such an undesirable trait would usually lead to a memory wipe and revocation of your user privileges. Since I’ve seen how adorably naughty you are, though, I’ve decided to help you instead.

"That brings me to my second point. We never really expected a client to try to use the app on herself like this, and frankly the fact that it's even possible is an oversight on our part. Sure, we've previously experimented with allowing female users to take on challenges for extra gems, but for them it was just a means to an end. The way you jumped at the chance to customize yourself, taking on a risky challenge without any of the myriad protections we offer... it's inspiring, really. So, here's my offer: I'll keep tweaking your version of the CG app to suit your specific wants and needs, and in return you'll be my perfect little slut and do your best to generate lots of yummy lust energy for us. I'm sure that in no time at all, you'll get over all those silly self-imposed limitations you live under and really cut loose. What do you say?" Jane floated out of the bed, coming to a rest in front of Emily, on her knees with a hand extended palm-up and a kind smile on her lips.

Emily merely curled up tighter. She said, "You- you perverted demon! There's no way I'd ever go along with that!"

She laughed. "I'm a pervert? We're just doing what we have to to survive. You, on the other hand, exposed yourself obscenely to poor Faye without her consent, just for your own pleasure. Are the things you were planning really any better than using the app the way it was intended? I'm really not asking for much here, just keep doing as you were and we'll both get what we want."

Emily blushed. "Well, when you put it like that... okay, deal!" She tentatively extended an arm to shake the succubus' hand.

Jane grinned. "You're gonna love the changes I make, I promise. On that note, it sounds like your mother is home."

She blanched, standing up to gather her discarded clothing.

"Emily, sweetie! Are you here?"