The Magic of Devils

You relayed the information to Cerena without sparing the details. You told her about Morgana, Lexi, and your powers. Her face remained quite stoic as she listened. The only tells of her mood were the subtle changes in her ears and tail.

“So, are you trying to tell me you’re some kind of lust devil with powers over women?”

You scoffed. “I mean, devil is a little harsh, isn’t it? It started mostly as subtle pheromones, but now I’m able to control a lot more. I can’t **** someone to want me though. I can only amplify what’s already there. I don’t want you to worry that I’m controlling you, Cerena. I’m not, but you’d have to trust me on that.”

“I wasn’t insulting you, master. I was wondering if you were a devil in disguise.” Cerena’s expression was not mocking or playful. There was sincerity there.

“I’m a human. Why would you think I was a devil?”

Cerena looked into your eyes, studying your expression closely. Her beautiful gaze was filled with fiery passion.

“It’d make sense if you were. I mean, you couldn’t affect me with magic otherwise.”

Her response just made you further confused. She read your face and scoffed playfully.

“You really don’t know anything about monster girls, do you? Hellhounds are immune to almost any kind of magic. It was an essential part of the sorcery that originally created us and allowed us to fulfill our purpose of guarding devils. Because our job was to protect the realm of the devils, we were reinforced against all magics. We can only be influenced by the demonic magic of our creators. You couldn’t affect me at all if your powers didn’t come from a demonic source.”

You sat back to think about that. If what Cerena said was true, then the source of your power came from devils, but why would you be able to access that magic? Morgana said her magic unlocked your latent power, which meant it was there before her. Lexi had maintained an inexplicable 30 year covetous greed about your power.

None of this was feeling like coincidence any more.

“If what you said is true, then you have to understand that I am not trying to control you. I don’t want you to think I did something that would make you feel something you didn’t want to. This whole ‘master’ thing is just for fun.” You said it almost as much to reassure yourself as it was to reassure her.

Cerena laughed. “Oh please. Hellhounds broke free from our original masters thousands of years ago. You can’t make me do anything. Sure, you can make me super horny, but you didn’t make me fuck you in that elevator. I wanted to. Like you said, your power just amplifies what is already there. I call you master because it’s fucking hot, not from some supernatural compulsion. You’re strong, handsome, kind, and you fuck like a god. I mean, I don’t have a comparison, but girls talk. I know none of my experienced friends said they felt anything like what you make me feel.”

“How can you be sure I’m not manipulating you into this? I can’t prove I’m not.” You said sheepishly.

“I know you aren’t. If anything, you’ve been doing your damndest to keep me at arms length. It’s been frustrating as hell! I had to extort you again just to get a taste.” Cerena was smiling a toothy grin. “I fucked you because I knew you’d be an ideal mate. I could tell you were the right person. Call it instinct.”

It was just as Morgana had said at your first date and like Lisbeth and Lexi had confessed in turn. They all described a sense of just knowing you should be their partner. Perhaps it wasn’t just a myth that monster girls were able to connect immediately with their chosen partner.

“So, Master, regardless of what you worry about, know that I well and truly want you. I won’t pressure you for an answer about us now, but consider it.”

“I will. Thank you, Cerena.” You gave the ebony beauty a firm hug. It was tender and loving for a moment until you felt the pang of her claws pressing firmly into your broad back.

“You need to promise me at least that we can do stuff like this more often while you think about things. I can’t go three months before getting your dick again. I’ll go crazy.”

You winced at the minor pain from her grip. It was a good pain born from her longing. It was desire, and desire felt good. You planted a long aggressive kiss on her plump lips.

“Oh I don’t think I’ll be so cruel. I have a lot to teach you.” Her eyes grew heavy and seductive. You two weren’t finished just yet.

Your workplace romp with Cerena had occupied the majority of your time that day, but you both left each other thoroughly satisfied. In the calm of the aftermath, you started thinking again about what Cerena said about the magic of devils and demons. Why was that sort of magic held inside you? Thankfully, you had an appointment with a devil this afternoon. Perhaps she could shed some light on things.