The thing

It turned like a human, had the shape of a human, it even held the eyes of a human, but a human it was not. From its back wings sproutedn twitching independently every so often. Its skin was a faint purple, matching its eyes. From its temple sprouted horns, and between its legs, an enormous equine phallus that was closer to the monstrous dildo on the stage than any human appendage.

Had you seen a picture, you probably could have easily identified it as a demon, devil, or some kind of 'cubus. Face to face with it was a different story. You didn't know what to think. You just stood there dumbfounded; long enough for the thing to crack a smile at you.

Maybe it was just a costume, you thought as you tried to back away but your legs wouldn't move. A singe set of footpints, sounded like hells, echoed down the corridor behind you, but that was a distant concern right now.

The thing before you was humanoid enough that you could discern its many expressions. At first it had been surprised to see you, though it calmed down a lot quicker than you did, letting its guard down and taking a seat, legs spread, cock erect.

While you could make out her expressions, it was proving rather difficult. Not because the thing was obscuring herself or anything. No it was something more depraved than that. In truth, you just couldn't seem to draw your eyes away from that enormous cock.

She, for it had the features of femininity despite what was between its legs, noticed your attention. She briefly loosed a contained laugh before her hands got to work. One began to massage her balls, the other stroked the shaft.

You wanted it. You wanted it so bad it hurt.

"You're a curious little thing to come back here, aren't you? I don't mind, in fact. I think I should reward you. How about you come over here. I know you want to touch it," the demon woman whispered, timing her hand motions in tandem with her speech. "Just lock the door first. We don't want any other visitors now do we?"

"Y-yes, mistress," you caught yourself saying before you even realised it. You blamed her voice. There was something... entrancing about it. Your legs remained useless to you, and while you still didn't understand what was going on or what this thing was, her voice had certainly calmed you down.