Support and Seduction

You arrived at your office to find an envelope slipped under your door. It was a large brown envelope sealed with no indication of the sender. It simply said your name on it in an odd handwriting. You took the envelope and tossed it onto your desk. This had been a typical occurrence ever since you had sponsored Lisbeth several months ago.

At first, the notes were pretty mundane and harmless. You had begun to see them pop up in your locker in the warehouse. Initially, they were simple words of affection. Figuring you had some kind of admirer, you just ignored the notes as some monster girl with a crush. You expected they’d reveal themselves eventually.

As time went on, the subjects of the letters became more and more unnerving. They contained threats of harm, detailed notes of your comings and goings, and disturbing pages of your name written hundreds of times. The writer, whoever it was, had begun to develop a clearly unhealthy obsession with you. It was as if they were losing their patience at your lack of acknowledgement, but how could you address their feelings if they never revealed who they were?

You hadn’t really shared the alleged stalker situation with Lisbeth or Morgana, fearing you might be making a big deal out of nothing. Now, you were beginning to worry about escalation and safety.

A knock at your office door pulled you away from your thoughts.

“Come in.” You called out.

It was another all-to-familiar occurrence as Cerena walked through the door.

The hellhound girl came in with her ears perked and her black fluffy tail wagging profusely.

“Good morning, Jim.” Her tone was happy and excited. It was a stark difference between her attitude when you first met her. Ever since the situation in the elevator, Cerena’s demeanor with you had completely changed. Rather than the aggressive and gruff woman you initially encountered, Cerena’s behavior had softened significantly. She was still rough around the edges, but in an endearing way. She typically showed up to your office first thing in the morning and you shared some nice conversations. She was surprisingly down to earth if not a bit overly flirty.

“Good morning, Cerena. How are you today?” You gave her a cheerful smile, which elicited more happy wagging from the canine security guard.

“Good. Don’t you look fucking handsome today.” The hellhound eyed you in a way that made you shiver. Her demeanor was markedly improved as you became closer, but that predatory look she got sometimes never faded in intensity.

“Easy Cerena, flirt too much, and I’ll be **** to report you.” You chuckled.

“Maybe if I were trained a little more, I wouldn’t misbehave so much.” Her full lips curled into a mischievous smile. She was being more daring and forthright than usual.

Training. You had gotten caught up in the moment when you and Cerena had had sex. You were in a different mindset at the time, and it wasn’t like the buxom hellhound had given you much of a choice. Talk of training and obeying had just come out of your mouth when faced with the amorous and unruly monster girl. You had even made her call you master, which made you embarrassed in hindsight. You had been out of control that day. In the months that had followed, you’d gained a bit of skill using your powers and even more confidence.

Cerena walked into your office further and sat on the edge of your desk. The action caused the pencil skirt of her uniform to ride up and expose her rich chocolate-colored thighs. As she sat, the meat of her thighs and ass seemed to spill over onto the wood of the desk. Her hips and curvy lower body were assets you could hardly ignore. Her silky black tail curled up and to the side. Her entire body begged the viewer to glance at what might lie underneath that skirt. That cheeky look on her face and her body language told you that she knew what she was doing to you. You weren’t naive…not anymore at least.

Of course you had seen what was at the upper end of those legs. For a moment, your brain recalled what you had done in the elevator, and your arousal began to spike. Although you had managed to learn more about how to use your powers, you still found yourself consistently wrestling with the suppression of your newfound lust. Lately, it felt like you needed sex as much as you needed food or water. It felt like a matter of survival.

At home, you had Lisbeth and Morgana to help you manage it, but the long periods at work were a different story. It felt like your brain was wired to seek out lustful activity. Having developed your abilities and experience, you were seemingly programmed to identify and focus on the arousal cues in others. When the women around you were in the mood, it was as if your brain flipped a switch.

You felt your power well up as your thoughts drifted. You wanted to bend this temptress over, take hold of those thick hips, and dig your fingers into her flesh as you thrust yourself selfishly into her. You wanted to take her roughly until she begged you to cum inside her. She wanted it to. You didn’t know exactly how you knew it, but you had become the veritable spirit of lust itself. The increased heart rate, dilated pupils, flushed skin…arousal was easy to read. You weren’t necessarily willing your charm magic onto her, but that didn’t mean you could stop what flowed out of you naturally.

“Jim? Are you feeling alright?”

Cerena’s voice startled you out of your train of thought. Swallowing the saliva that had apparently built up in your mouth, you tried to think of a quick answer.

“O-oh…uh…” You fumbled your words until the envelope you found this morning caught your eye.

“I…uh…got another of those letters today. This one was a large envelope.”

Cerena studied you for a moment and then looked at the envelope.

“From the stalker again? What’s inside?” Cerena reached for it with an amused grin.

It was by happenstance that you had confided in Cerena about the stalker situation. She had made a habit of visiting in the morning each day when you arrived like a loyal dog. She would appear, wag her tail, flash her assets, and drip with desire. You knew what she wanted out of these visits, but the rational side of your mind had held you back thus far. This left the ebony beauty to retreat back to her post with her tail between her legs.

During one of these visits though, she had seen your reaction opening one of the letters. Per her usual character, she had been quite persistent in prying the information out of you. You had decided to share it with her.

“I don’t know what’s inside. I haven’t opened it up yet, and I’m not looking forward to it, honestly.” You looked at her sheepishly.

Cerena gave you a sympathetic and concerned look.

“Should I open it for you?”

Cerena held her finger out, exposing her sharp black nail. She ran it along the seal and opened the envelope. At first her expression was playful, but then her pretty brow furrowed.

“Jim, you need to look at this.”

You looked at her with a skeptical face, not sure exactly what awaited you that would make the hellhound so serious. Inside the envelope were pictures. You were shocked to find that they were pictures from outside your apartment, from inside your office, and of you around town.

A curious scent wafted in the air. You couldn’t place it, but it made your face flush.

“This has gone far enough.” Cerena bristled, throwing the contents aggressively on the desk. “You need to tell someone before you get hurt. I don’t feel right leaving you alone like this.”

You thought for a few moments. Cerena was right, of course. You had hoped whoever this was would simply get bored and move on, but everything was escalating the more time passed.

“Cerena?” You said in a calm baritone. “Could you help me figure this out?”

“Me?” Cerena looked at you with a bit of surprise.

“I have some ideas, but I don’t want to worry my partners. You know what’s going on, and as a security team member, I thought you might have some thoughts on how to go about solving this. I need to figure out for sure who this is so I can confront them.”

Cerena looked into your cerulean blue eyes. A wave of different emotions spread across her face. She seemed to struggle with something before growing resolute.

“I want to help you. I do.” Cerena paused.

“But…?” You added.

“If I helped you with this, could I ask for something in return?”

You supposed that if she was able to help you figure out this problem, you’d owe it to her to pay her back somehow.

“What do you want?”

Cerena’s eyes glittered. It was something you’d only been able to appreciate after her sudden attitude change towards you. Her pearly white teeth contrasted brightly with the skin tone of her plump lips. Her canines were large and sharp like a beast, but her smile was attractive regardless. It gave her this wild look that made her stand out from others. She stood up. In the corner of your eye, you spotted the humid impression of her backside still visible on the veneer of your desk where she had been seated. It made you salivate unintentionally.

“I know we’ve become closer in the past three months.” She said as she slowly and methodically walked around the desk to where you were seated. Her clawed hand clamped on the back of your office chair.

“We never talked about what happened in the elevator that day. In fact, it feels like you’ve been trying to avoid that topic altogether.”

Cerena pulled your chair back from the desk with her strength and stood in front of you. She towered over you as you sat. You knew exactly where this was going.

“Cerena, I–”

“You gave me an order that day that you mounted and claimed me.”

Cerena then climbed onto your lap. She slipped her silky legs between you and the arms of your chair before facing and straddling you. The way you were now, she had essentially locked you in place on the chair. For the moment, it seemed like you were a captive audience.

“Cerena, I haven’t been avoiding you. I…wasn’t myself that day.”

She placed her hands on your chest and moved her face to your neck. She took a deep breath and moaned lightly into your ear after your scent had filled her nostrils. You felt the hair on your neck begin to stand up as goosebumps covered your skin.

“I liked how you were.” Cerena whispered in her deep raspy voice. “I’ve been craving it…master.”

Her lips pressed against your neck over and over as she left kisses. The moisture and heat from where her lips made contact **** a shudder from you. You were having a hard enough time containing yourself when she wasn’t coming onto you. Now, she was actively seducing you, and you were losing the war between your rational and instinctual brain. Although you had become better at control, your lust had skyrocketed since your fateful encounter with Morgana.

“You said you would train me, but so far you haven't made a single move. I’ve been researching, you know. How to better please you…like you ordered me to.”

You were breathing heavily. Lust was boiling in your blood. Cerena stared into your eyes while she continued to straddle you. Up close, you could see the flames burning with intensity as she looked expectantly. A faint set of licks and nibbles around your mouth followed. It felt like she was goading you into kissing her, teasing you until you ferociously took her lips.

You reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her onyx hair at the scruff of her neck, roughly pulling her into an intense kiss. Her tongue scorched yours as they wrestled in her mouth for dominance. Once you had pinned hers down, you pulled her head back to **** her to expose her neck to you. You gently sank your teeth into the creamy flesh of her neck before biting harder. The act elicited a symphony of whimpers and raspy moans. A moment of sucking her flesh left a purple hickey on her skin, marking her as yours. Cerena gasped and quivered in your arms, her hips instinctually bucking in your lap.

“Let me have it, and I’ll help you.” She groaned hoarsely, sounding **** and needy.

There it was. Before monster girls had entered your life, you had never felt desired so much. Perhaps it was simply the animal side of them that made things so much less complicated. How else would someone as gorgeous as this be trying to leverage sex with you in this way?

Normally, this would be the moment where you tried to back out, but you weren’t the same man anymore. You were more lustful, confident, experienced, and brazen than months ago. You knew what Morgana would tell you without her sexy voice entering your mind.

“To hell with it.” You resolved silently to yourself.

“You’re right, Cerena. I haven’t made time to discuss what happened between us.” Your voice dripped with seductive baritone as you reached up and held the hellhound’s chin in your firm grip.

“If I recall correctly, you extorted me back then too. You really should learn how to ask for things properly.” Regardless of your words, the shift in attitude had Cerena at attention.

“Maybe you should teach me the right way to ask, or at least give me enough attention that I don’t need to resort to this.” The lusty hellhound retorted playfully.

You glanced as a bead of her sweat ran down her neck and her chest heaved as her breathing picked up. You’d gotten used to the effect you had on monster girls, and it made you smirk.

“I’ve been a terrible master, neglecting you like that even after you’ve so dutifully changed your attitude.” You traced your fingertips along her neckline causing goosebumps to surface. A bead of sweat was deftly caught on your finger tip just within the start of her cleavage. You manipulated your charm magic to send sparks of arousal through Cerena’s body. Every point of contact between your flesh transformed into an erogenous zone on her body.

“Here is what is going to happen. You are going to help me with this issue because your master is telling you to. Do you understand? There is no leverage or trying to manipulate me into getting what you want.”

“Y-yes. Whatever you want.” Cerena was distracted by your touch and had become docile the moment you set your mind to controlling her desire.

“Good. As a reward, I’m going to let you show me the fruits of your labor. Would you like that?”

Wrapped up in the moment, Cerena simply stared into your eyes and nodded.

“Good girl. Let’s begin.”