Michael Collins and the Magic Coin

by Br44

Michael Collins is a lonely college student who was given a magic coin by a mysterious woman. Rubbing the head of the coin, it grants him the one wish in the deepest part of his heart. "I wish I had a girl just like out of Fallen Maidens. One who would love me and allow me to love her without any concern for appearance or money."

4. Chapter 3

Day 3

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*CLICK

When the truth is found
To be lies
And all the joy
Within you dies

Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love, love

When the garden flowers
Baby, are dead, yes
And your mind, your mind
Is so full of red

Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love

Your eyes, I say your eyes
May look like his
Yeah, but in your head, baby
I'm afraid you don't know where it is

Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love

Tears are running
They're all running down your breast
And your friends, baby
They treat you like a guest

Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love

Michael moaned when the morning alarm tune started playing, and flailed his right arm around looking for the off button.

"Damn it shut off... I don't have classes *yawn... on Tuesday." Michael whined.

Suddenly Michael's hand was caught by another hand, and a sweet voice whispered in his ear.

"Let it play sweetie. I want to hear the lyrics." Sherry said.

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When the song ended, and Jefferson Airplane's epic outro faded away and echoed weakly off the brick walls, the hand restraining his let go.

"I understand the words but the meaning escapes me." Sherry said.

"It's about finding true love and staying loyal to the one person who will always be there to support you, even in your darkest hour." Michael explained.

Michael reached around until he found the lamp switch, and then warned Sherry before he turned it on. With a flick the room was illuminated and he could finally see Sherry clearly.

"Oh crap!" Michael cried.

Sherry was covered in semen from head to toe to the point that her hair was matted down. She was sitting upright and smiling stupidly at Michael while faintly rubbing her slightly bulging belly.

"You just kept giving and giving, and the taste gets better each time. I simply couldn't stop myself ." Sherry cooed.

Michael's head collapsed back on the pillow in shock. He had felt strange as soon as he woke up, but he didn't know why. His whole body was thrumming like a guitar string, and he felt utterly drained of strength. Most of the muscles in his body were cramped up too.

"I must devise a spell to keep you from fainting. It's no good if you can't enjoy it too ." Sherry said seductively.

"No...way... oh frack..." Michael murmured.

He looked at her again, and then looked away.

"That's so gross. What the hell just happened!" Michael exclaimed.

"Fufu, wait a moment sweetie and see something fascinating." Sherry said.

Michael looked at her again, and saw as the semen slowly absorbed into her skin without leaving a trace. Her slightly protruding belly shrank down until it was flat and trim once more. She rubbed it with a happy smile.

"Just think, that used to be part of you and It's part of me now. Your essence is flowing through my veins this very moment." Sherry giggled.

"When you put it that way... it's a little creepy." Michael thought.

Sherry pivoted forward and hovered right in front of Michael's face, and just barely touched her cute nose to his. Her eyes remained locked with his as she very slowly brushed her fingertips across his body.

"What... are you doing?" Michael asked, confused.

"Just playing a little with your body. You can do the same if you like." Sherry offered.

She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the sensation of her fingertips running across his skin. Such a gentle touch, a curious exploration of his body.

"What's this bump on your hand sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"I stabbed myself accidentally as a kid while carving a pumpkin. It left a scar." Michael said.

"Be more careful sweetie." Sherry said softly.

She continued exploring his body by touch, running her delicate fingers across every bump and crease.

"And this bump on the left side of your head?" Sherry asked.

"I hit my head, go figure." Michael said, chuckling.

"Oh dear, I hope it didn't hurt too much." Sherry fretted.

"Nah, it wasn't bad or anything." Michael said.

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"I just had a rollover accident in a 5000 pound suv, where I went down an embankment going 65 miles an hour. Nothing bad at all." Michael thought.

Sherry shifted position and tenderly lifted Michael's hand and brought it closer, and lightly kissed it on the old knife scar. Then she shifted forward and kissed Michael's bumped head. She left a wet and warm sensation in both spots.

"There, all better. I won't let any new bumps or bruises happen sweetie. You're too precious to me." Sherry said.

With that, she resumed exploring his body just as she had done before.

~Several Minutes Later

Sherry touched Michael's body thoroughly, using the tips of her fingers to scan him line by line to get as much information as possible. In several places she lingered and rubbed a little harder as if experimenting.

"You can touch me as well my love." Sherry said.

Michael didn't answer, but his face turned red and he looked sideways nervously.

"Interesting. You don't mind a succubus playing with your body but you are too shy to play in turn, despite how much I've tempted you until now." Sherry observed.

*Smooch

Sherry kissed him, and laughed as she looked at his beet red face.

"This entire time I've been sending signals asking you... no, begging you to lay your hands on me. Please sweetie, play with me." Sherry said cutely.

"I don't want to..." Michael murmured.

"Aww sweetie, why not?" Sherry asked.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Michael whispered.

"Well that's silly. Just utterly silly." Sherry rebuked.

Michael took the hint and reluctantly moved his hands until they were resting on the small of her back. She cooed in excitement.

"You're really soft. I've never felt anything so soft and silky before in my life." Michael said.

"All the better to cuddle with." Sherry said.

His fingertips explored her body much as she had explored his, gently brushing across each line and crease in her skin. As he explored, she would subtly move her body this way and that to guide his fingers without him knowing it. So he ended up rubbing his fingers across her breasts, hips, butt, and thighs several times. Some spots felt considerably warmer than the rest, and it felt like an invitation to linger at each one.

"How do I keep ending up there?" Michael thought.

Without meaning to or really thinking about it, Michael's hand ended up creeping down her tummy and in between her legs. His fingers were hit with a furnace of warmth combined with the sensation of moisture. Once he realized where he was going he would redirect before going too far. But after several long minutes he ended up back there time and time again. One time he went a little farther than before.

*thwack

Michael heard the sound of soft flesh smacking soft flesh as her legs clicked shut and trapped his hand.

"Caught you~" Sherry sang.

"Wh...what?" Michael stammered.

Sherry rocked her body and swayed side to side a few times, much to Michael's confusion. Her free hand snagged Michael's free hand and brought it over to her breasts, where she pressed it in tightly. Michael's fingers sank into her impossibly soft flesh.

"Ohh~ that feels good. Yeah... keep your fingers stiff." Sherry moaned.

"What the... she's using my hands to get herself off!" Michael thought.

Michael instinctually curled his lower hand into a fist, and Sherry squealed.

"Yes! Yes! That's even better!" Sherry cried.

*Rubrub

*Shimmyrubrub

"Holy crap, she's dripping wet now!" Michael thought.

"Sweetie... Sweetie I... I... SWEETIE! Cuuummingg!" Sherry screamed.

Her legs closed even tighter, to the point of nearly crushing his fist. His other hand ached when her fingered squeezed his wrist impossibly tight. Her whole body clenched, her back arched, and she let out an amazingly lewd cry.

"Kyahhhh !" Sherry cried at length.

She fell forward, and collapsed on top of Michael while breathing heavily. A long happy moan escaped her lips, and she let Michael free.

Several long moments passed as Sherry lay next to Michael on the futon while catching her breath. She had a huge sloppy smile on her face and her whole body was thrumming in pleasure. Her arms were loosely wrapped around Michael's neck, but other than that she was not clinging to him or restraining him.

"Ugh, I think I had better go take a shower. Her... juices... are all over me." Michael thought.

So Michael slipped his legs over and sat up, breaking free of Sherry's limp embrace.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" Sherry asked softly.

"I'm going to go start my day I guess." Michael said quietly.

Sherry sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck again, and pulled him back down.

"Not yet. I need to make you feel good too." Sherry said.

"That's alright, I'm fine." Michael said.

He sat up, and she pulled him down again. She stretched her leg out on top of him to keep him down.

"Nono, I'm fine. I just want to get up." Michael said.

He sat up a third time, gently pushing her leg off him. Finally having enough, Sherry pulled him down again rather abruptly with a burst of inhuman strength.

*pomf

Sherry pushed him into the futon with a thud and slid on top of him.

"Nonsense, It's rude for me to feel good but not you. I need to make you feel as good or better than I did, or I would be a poor wife." Sherry said.

Michael had been on the verge of coughing out several protests, but they died before they left his lips. He sank back, her words reverberating in his head.

"Wife..." Michael murmured.

"That's right. I'm your wife now. We're married. Is that so hard to imagine?" Sherry asked kindly.

"Yeah, it sort of hard to wrap my head around. I never thought I would be married, much less to someone as nice as you. It's a dream come true." Michael said.

Sherry's smile widened immensely.

"If you say something like that then I'm not going to be able to hold back. You simply mustn't leave this room until I've had my way with you." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

*Pounce

Sherry aggressively pushed him into the mattress and locked lips with him. Her saliva filtered into his mouth, and it had a different taste from before. It wasn't her normal saliva, but her special succubus saliva. She was feeding him a powerful aphrodisiac in order to make him pliable and cooperative. He was never given the opportunity to protest again before Sherry mounted him and picked right up where she had left off the previous night.

~An Hour Later~

Michael weakly shifted and sat up while Sherry licked herself clean and hummed in satisfaction. When he finally worked up the strength to stand up his legs were like rubber and his knees knocked together. He staggered towards the bathroom and pawed at the shower until a stream hit him and woke him up. Michael slumped against the back wall and sighed.

"Sweetie?" Sherry cooed.

She pulled the shower door open and stepped in without any hesitation. Her hand was held out to catch some of the shower spray.

"It's hot. So this is how you clean yourself? Oh oh oh, let me wash your baaaack !" Sherry said excitedly.

"Gees, you're unstoppable." Michael murmured.

Michael might have argued but he was too tired to, so he let her grab the washcloth and scrub his back. Of course she didn't stop there but he couldn't muster up the strength to do much more than thank her.

After that Sherry pretty much took over Michael's morning routine and wouldn't let him do anything other than sit in his chair and rest. She even went so far as to make him coffee using the grinder.

"You're a quick study." Michael admired.

"All the better to make your smile." Sherry said happily.

"But I really want to do something!" Michael countered.

"You can do something by resting and giving me that lovely smile of yours." Sherry said sweetly.

Michael smiled and grabbed the TV remote, turning on the news. He sipped his coffee and watched as Sherry fluttered around the room. His brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, so he decided to just stop thinking a while and drink coffee and drool at the tv. Eventually Sherry came around after making the bed and poked her head into his line of vision, with a smile on her face.

"Hello sweetie." Sherry said nicely.

"Uh... hi." Michael said.

He shifted position and looked at the tv, and Sherry shifted position so he was looking at her again.

"Hey sweetie. Here I am! Look at me! Pay attention to me!" Sherry said cutely.

"What in the world are you doing?" Michael asked.

Sherry grinned and sat down in his lap, and smooched his nose.

"I just like it when you give me attention. So how do you feel?" Sherry asked.

"Tired. Very tired." Michael said.

"No silly, how do you feel about last night and this morning? Did it feel good? We need to talk about it. I need to know that you aren't planning on getting a streak of fear and running away." Sherry said.

She snuggled up next to his arm and looked longingly in his eyes.

"You went... too far." Michael said slowly.

" Of course I didn't mean to be so rough, but you were my first and I got a touch of mania for a time. It won't happen again, I promise." Sherry said.

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"What if I said yes, and I did take off. What then?" Michael asked.

Sherry stiffened a little, but she stayed put and spoke directly into his ear softly.

"I would follow you wherever you went and plead with you to return home. If you didn't listen I would hold you like I am holding you now, and beg you. My hand would hold yours and try to tug on your arm and pull you home." Sherry described.

"And if I still didn't want to come home?" Michael asked, curious.

"Then I would kiss you and whisper in your ear, and offer you everything your heart ever desired. I would give you everything of mine if that's what it took to ensure your return." Sherry said.

She kissed him again, and her kisses migrated across his cheek until she was nibbling and licking his ear.

"Don't bother asking me a third time, because in the end you would return. I wouldn't let you escape. You belong to me now." Sherry whispered hotly.

"I was just curious, so I'm not running off. However..." Michael said.

"However?" Sherry repeated.

"I belong to nobody but myself. You may be a succubus and things are different where you're from, but I am not a slave." Michael said harshly.

Sherry pulled away from him and looked at his face, which had a deep angry scowl. Blinking several times in confusion, she realized that her words had failed her again and she tried to think very carefully of what to say next.

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She picked up Michael's hand and pinched his index finger between her fingers. Wiggling it back and forth, she spoke.

"Who owns this finger?" Sherry asked.

"I do. It's my finger." Michael said.

"Is it your slave?" Sherry asked.

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"Oh I get it." Michael said, nodding in understanding.

"And you are mine, because you are a part of me. As I am a part of you. We are husband and wife." Sherry explained.

"It's fine, I was just making sure. I've heard stories about succubii keeping men as sex slaves." Michael said.

"A sick twisted rumor with no basis in reality. Even the most aggressive and devilish mamono still treat their men as husbands, and that is what you are. My beloved and precious husband." Sherry said firmly.

She kissed him again, and her words and actions left Michael bewildered. He was thinking about how suddenly his life had taken a complete turn for the better.

"All of a sudden I have a sexy woman in my lap kissing me and telling me I'm her husband. What the hell happened?!" Michael thought.

*smooch

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*smoochsmooch

Sherry kept kissing him, seemingly content to not do much else other than fawn all over him. That went on for what felt like an eternity, as Michael decided to just go with the flow and accept the gift horse he had been given without looking in her mouth too much. After all, she was busy looking around in his mouth to give him much of a chance. For a while anyways.

*pop

Sherry pulled away, her lips making a popping sound from how much she was sucking on his mouth. Her tongue flicked against his skin, and she looked him over with her devilish red eyes.

"That's it? You're stopping?" Michael breathed.

"You're hungry. I'm going to prepare you a meal." Sherry said.

Michael heard a tinge of regret in her voice, like she really didn't want to stop. But she did, and she slowly got out of his lap and stood up. As she did, Michael was hit with the sensation of cold as her warmth left his lap.

Sherry hustled out of the room and into the kitchen, and a few minutes later the sound of pans rattling could be heard. Michael got up and followed her, a sinking feeling filling him up. Sure enough when he rounded the corner Sherry had most of the contents of the refrigerator laid out on the counter.

"You can't cook that much." Michael said simply.

Sherry stopped and looked at him quizzically, egg hovering over the edge of a mixing bowl.

"Why mustn't I sweetie? This is barely enough for one meal... considering what I took from you last night and this morning." Sherry asked.

"Because that's our entire food supply for the next three weeks. It would be four weeks but we ate a lot last night." Michael said.

Sherry looked at the food she was holding and scattered around the counters with a confused look.

"Is he a pauper? Surely he jests." Sherry thought.

"How many days are in a week in your calendar?" Sherry queried.

"Seven." Michael said.

"But sweetie, this isn't enough food to last a person 21 days. If I don't feed you properly then you won't produce enough spirit energy. Surely you feel the effects already." Sherry said worriedly.

"I do feel pretty dang tired. In fact I'm barely standing as it is." Michael admitted.

Sherry put down what she was holding and wrapped her arms around Michael to support him. As soon as she did his legs gave out and he slumped.

"Ah... good timing. That came on fast." Michael murmured.

Sherry picked him up and carried him back to the chair, where she laid him down gently and as comfortably as she could manage. He slumped back.

"Whoa... dizzy. Spinning..." Michael groaned.

"I told you to rest foolish man. Now you've gone and pushed yourself too far. What in the name of the Maoyu am I going to do with you now?" Sherry wondered.

"... I thought that... demonic energy..." Michael muttered.

"Could feed you like spirit energy feeds me? You are not an incubus therefore it does not work like that. It is an easy misunderstanding to make." Sherry interjected.

Sherry paced back and forth on her bare feet while rubbing her chin in thought. Michael sat dizzily on the chair and wiped his eyes, his vision starting to get blurry. His heart rate was increasing and he was getting a headache.

"Sherry, I need a little help. Could you go... grab a little black pouch out of my medicine drawer in the fridge?" Michael asked.

"As you wish my love." Sherry said.

She walked off into the kitchen, and then returned with the pouch in question. He opened it and started laying the things inside it out on his desk. Sherry eyed them with interest, and then returned to the kitchen. It was a blood glucose meter, and Michael suspected his blood sugar was low.

"Damn I hate this thing." Michael muttered.

*Tick

Michael hit the plunger and pricked his finger, and then let the drop go onto the tab sticking out of the meter. Moments later Sherry rushed into the room with wide eyes.

"Sweetie! I smell your blood! Where are you bleeding? Is it bad?" Sherry cried.

Michael ignored her, because he was looking at the blood glucose meter. It read 30. He was hypoglycemic, or dangerously low blood sugar.

"Sherry. I... I..." Michael tried to say.

He slumped back, and he was finding it difficult to form words. The symptoms of low blood sugar were coming on very fast. He had been fine just a few minutes before but suddenly he wasn't.

"MICHAEL?!" Sherry called.

She jumped on him, her eyes filled with deep worry. Nose to nose with him, she clutched at his shirt and shook him. He was on the edge of blacking out, and she knew it.

"Sugar...I need sugar..." Michael slurred.

"Ok, I'll get you some!" Sherry said.

She ran into the kitchen and looked around for sugar, and finally she found some. She brought it back, but by then Michael was too far gone to eat it. Sherry's intelligent mind realized what was happening to at least some degree, and she placed the sugar in her own mouth and locked lips with Michael. Her succubus saliva turned the sugar into a liquid which was easy to swallow, and she forced it into his mouth and pushed it down his throat with her tongue.

~Thirty Minutes Later~

"Are you well now, my love?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah I feel a lot better. Thanks. Just do me a favor and if you ever see me doing that again then just feed me something sweet. It doesn't take much." Michael said.

"What was that queer malady that came over you?" Sherry asked, confused.

"My blood sugar was low. It's uh... a form of starvation that sugar fixes." Michael said.

Sherry's eyes went wide and she hopped to her feet.

"I'll stuff you then! I'll make so much food that you can't eat it all!" Sherry bellowed.

"You can't do that. I already told you. We need to ration the food so we have enough." Michael said.

"How in the name of the Maoyu did you get so fat eating so little?" Sherry shot.

Michael shook his head, unwilling to talk about it. His face immediately turned pained and unhappy.

"I could turn you into an incubus, but that would leave me in the same condition you are in now. That would be an unacceptable risk, which might get us killed. Sorry sweetie." Sherry concluded.

Sherry turned away from Michael and clutched her cheeks in worry. Her eyes were flickering back and forth across the room as her brain spun at 5000RPM.

"Drat! I never bothered looking deeper into his food supplies! I drained him dry assuming I could simply pummel him in delicious food to replace what I took! This is all my doing!" Sherry thought frantically.

"It's alright Sherry, you don't need to worry so much. I can see it written all over you. Maybe I'll just have a bowl of oatmeal and call it good, alright?" Michael said cheerfully.

Sherry whirled around again and looked Michael over with a confused expression.

"Oats are for horses and cows, no person would ever eat them." Sherry dismissed, waving her hand.

"None the less it's what I would like. All you need is a cup of oatmeal and two cups..." Michael tried to explain.

"DO YOU TAKE ME FOR SOME SORT OF QUACK!? I AM NOT GOING TO AND NEVER WILL FEED YOU YOUR FOOD'S FOOD!" Sherry spat.

She stomped out of the living room and straight into the kitchen in a huff of anger.

"...two cups of milk. With brown sugar and cranberries it makes a nutritious and tasty meal. Gees even she shouts at me, I just can't catch a break." Michael thought, sighing.

Sherry pouted as she organized the pots and pans scattered around the counter. Occasionally she would glance out into the living room and check what Michael was doing, but each time she did she would mutter to herself.

"Stupid sweetie. I need to feed him but he won't let me! It is very bad for the body if you don't eat properly. Especially after giving me so much spirit energy." Sherry grumbled.

Out of curiosity she opened the cupboards until she found a partial gallon freezer bag of oatmeal. She eyed it with disgust.

"These may look different than what I am used to, but still..." Sherry thought.

Sherry glanced around the corner once more and saw Michael quietly watching TV. Glancing back at the bag of oats, her mind started to wander. Her imagination went off on a fantasy fueled by her own deep fears.

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"Michael sweetie! Hold on! I beg you hold on! The mistress is coming and she will know what to do!" Sherry pleaded.

*Cough cough

*Sad violin music

"It's... too late for me. I begged you to stop. I said I wasn't ready, but you... you... *cough cough cough..." Michael whispered weakly.

Just then Druella and the Maoyu herself barged into the apartment dramatically. They stood over Sherry darkly, their expressions shadowed.

*Sinister music

"Not since I took the throne has a succubus drained a man to death. You are an insult to the entire species!" Lilith hissed.

"But my lord I didn't have enough food for him! He's merely hungry, if you could but spare a little..." Sherry tried to say.

"SILENCE CRETEN!" Druella barked.

Sherry recoiled back in fright.

"I gave you the gift of a new body, and you satisfied your own hunger at the cost of his life. Look at him, he has already passed!" Druella said, pointing.

Sherry turned and saw Michael had turned pale white. His eyes were sunken in and his skin was withered and old looking. She let out a pained cry, and weakly clutched his shirt. Just touching him was enough for him to turn to dust and blow away.

"You have committed a crime so heinous... that there exists no punishment for it. Therefore on this day I declare you cast out, and the gift we have given you taken away!" Lilith said in a commanding tone.

"NO! I don't want to be human again!" Sherry cried in terror.

The Maoyu and her daughter waved their hands over the terrified Sherry, and she felt her body shift and change back to the way it was before. All grew dark as she slumped to the ground sobbing. A voice echoed out of the darkness, the combined voices of Druella and Lilith.

"Wallow in your loneliness Searraigh Fontaine. This is the fate you have chosen with your actions." Druella said...

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Sherry snapped out of her fantasy and clutched the bag of oats to her chest. Several tears fell and rolled off the plastic bag, and she glanced once more around the corner to look at Michael. He was still quietly watching TV, but his eyes were drooping.

"No! He looks pale again! Why did I have to lose control last night, and how in the name of love do I cook oats?" Sherry thought.

Sherry once more searched through the cabinets because a vague memory told her that there was a cook book. Sure enough she found it, marked Better Homes and Gardens, and thumbed it open to read. When she did several index cards fell out and scattered across the floor, each one with a custom recipe written on it. Sherry bent to pick them up, when she noticed one in particular. She snatched them all up and then read the one card excitedly.

"Oatmeal cookies... Mom's recipe... My Favorite? These are his favorite? Cookies seem pleasant, was this what he wanted me to make?" Sherry murmured.

Sherry read the ingredients and quickly verified she had them all. She did.

"I must cook him a large meal. There is no escaping that fact, regardless of how he protests. If we run out of food then so be it, for I shall go out and find more. He mustn't worry about such things anymore with me around." Sherry thought.

With newfound determination Sherry broke out a mixing spoon and measuring cup, and got to work making the finest meal she had ever made in her life.

Michael had drifted off to sleep. He was simply too tired to stay awake and fell asleep despite his best efforts to stay awake. Sherry found him there asleep in his chair and had a small panic attack, before she placed her long pointy ear against his chest and heard his heart beat. It was the sensation of several wet kisses that made him wake up, and his first sight when he opened his eyes was Sherry peering at him with loving eyes.

"Arise and come forth, for your meal has been prepared." Sherry said proudly.

"Oh good... I think my blood sugar is going again." Michael murmured.

Sherry gently took his hands and helped him towards the kitchen island. Michael looked at the spread on top of it in shock.

"Sherry... that's everything! I asked you not to cook all that!" Michael cried in terror.

Sherry never said a word, answering only by shoving Michael down on one of the stools. He took a serving spoon and put a little portion on the empty plate in front of him.

"Take more." Sherry instructed.

"No way. Most of this is going to get frozen, and hopefully it will last the next... HEY!" Michael tried to say.

Sherry had pulled the serving spoon out of his hand and started shoveling a huge portion on the plate.

"I don't understand sweetie. You are hungry, and there is tasty food in front of you. Why will you not follow your desire and eat to your heart's content?" Sherry queried.

"It's not that simple..." Michael tried to say.

"Yes it is. I must insist you succumb to your hedonistic desires sweetie. If you won't then I will simply force you ." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

Suddenly her hand dropped the serving spoon and wrapped around his forehead, wrenching his head straight back until he was looking up. Her other hand appeared over his eyes and glowed a deep crimson red, tendrils of energy permeating his skin. Michael cried out in surprise, and Sherry let him go.

"There. That should do iiiiiit !" Sherry sang.

"Ah! Gees Sherry! Warn me when you're going to... uh... erm..." Michael stammered.

Suddenly Michael leaned forward and clutched his stomach with his arms. It was grumbling loudly.

"What did you... erp... do to me?" Michael asked fearfully.

"I placed the Curse of the Beelzebub on you. Now your hunger will grow endlessly forever, and you will not be able to help but consume all food set before you." Sherry said darkly.

Sherry sat down in one of the other stools and propped her chin up on her arm while smiling devilishly. From that position she watched with glee as Michael slowly succumbed to the curse and devoured every bite in front of him.

Michael was quite stuffed once he got through the whole meal, and looked in horror as Sherry brought out more. He reached for it completely against his will and resumed munching as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Oh you look so precious stuffing your face with my food ! I hope you have room for dessert !" Sherry sang.

"Are those... *munch munch... oatmeal cookies? *munch munch munch" Michael asked, mouth full.

"That's riiiiight ! You surprise me once again sweetie. These are rather good. Not as good as your spirit though !" Sherry said happily.

"Please stop this! *munch munch munch" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry answered by shoving a cookie in his mouth.

"If you can talk then you are not eating fast enough." Sherry insisted.

After what seemed like hours, Michael finally chewed his way through the entire meal Sherry had cooked for him. He didn't feel weak or dizzy anymore, but he was feeling heavy and stuffed instead. Sherry lifted the curse and guided him to his bed, laid him down, and massaged his belly to relieve the strain.

"Ooooo why did you have me eat so much." Michael whined.

"I had you eat proportional to what I took from you. Don't worry my sweet, you will return to normal as soon as you rest. Now go to sleep and dream pleasant dreams." Sherry cooed.

Sherry's hand brushed over Michael's head, and he slumped in a wave of powerful fatigue. Try as he might, he couldn't resist his drooping eyes. Her power was too much and he fell into a deep magical slumber. She hugged him lightly and then tucked the light cotton blanket around him.

"Now that there is no more danger I shall go forth into this city and find food. Worry not my dearest husband, I will never again abuse you like I did last night. Least until you want to be abused some ." Sherry whispered.

Sherry straightened and entered the closet, where she put on some of the clothes Michael had bought her. Not that she particularly cared for the style but rather because she knew it would make him happy.

"He must not like me revealing myself to others... oh! I hadn't considered he wants me all to himself!" Sherry thought happily.

After a few moments she settled on a cute but sexy summer dress with a Hawaiian theme and a v neck, and tried to pull it over her head. It caught on her horns and wings, nearly tearing.

"Oh I forgot. I must disguise myself to make sweetie happy." Sherry recalled.

Her form shimmered as if it was a desert mirage, and where once a demonic looking succubus stood was suddenly an exotic looking human with green eyes and long black hair. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and inspected herself. Even her sword was concealed magically.

"Flawless. Now I may place wards around this home and leave with the knowledge that sweetie will come to no harm." Sherry thought.

Sherry walked around the apartment to each window and entrance, and placed several powerful wards on each one. They were designed to prevent access by anyone she didn't permit, and also detect the approach of any magic users. She even warded the walls, pipes, air vents, and gas lines, thus creating an seamless box of spells which would be considered paranoid in anyone's book. The extensive use of demonic energy gave the whole apartment a dark aura about it, and a thick eerie magical feeling descended and permeated each room. Sherry looked about herself and nodded with a pleased expression, and walked out the door.

Sherry made her way down the sidewalks and alley ways of the city and explored. Since she was wearing normal clothes most people didn't pay her any mind, other than the occasional guy staring at her good looks. She would smile and move on, totally uninterested no matter what the guy looked like.

"I am only interested in bringing back food for my husband." Sherry thought.

Eventually her wanderings lead her to a shopping center, the very same one that Michael had gotten in a brawl in the other night. She was about to leave when she noticed a large sign that read FOOD CITY. She walked over and stood before the doors, and nearly jumped when they automatically slid open.

"I must be brave and enter this city of food." Sherry thought.

Sherry walked in and nearly fainted at the sight of the store. She had never seen a modern grocery store before and it was a thing of great wonder. It didn't take long before she saw several people pushing shopping carts around, and she simply imitated them and began browsing the shelves.

Her first shopping trip did not end well as you can imagine. Of course she quickly filled the cart and followed everyone else to the checkout aisle, but that is when it all went south. After spending a great deal of time putting everything on the magic moving table and watching as the clerk swiped each item past the magic red eye, she was stopped when it came time to pay. Her hand snaked in between her breasts and she fished out several gold coins stamped with the Lescatie royal seal on one side and the Maoyu's evil eye on the other. The pimple faced teenager at the checkout had no idea what to do with them, and called over her manager. People started leaving the line as time dragged on, and Sherry stood there impatiently while the manager and clerk argued. Finally they told her that they couldn't accept her money and cancelled the purchase, forcing her to leave empty handed.

"No wonder sweetie had so little food. If gold cannot buy food then I know not what will." Sherry grumbled.

Suddenly a voice spoke up behind her.

"Hey girly... couldn't help but overhear what happened." A suspicious man said.

Sherry turned around and quickly surveyed the man, and quick decided he wasn't a danger. Her succubus face reading skills told her so. As shady as he looked, he didn't seem to want to threaten her. None the less she remained wary.

"If you want to buy things then you can't use gold. You gotta go pawn it first then use American greenbacks." The suspicious man explained.

"And where would I go to pawn my gold?" Sherry quizzed.

"There's a place not far from here called Peter's pawn and liquor. Just head that way and my brother will set you straight. Just tell him Paul sent you." The suspicious man instructed, pointing.

"Thank you kind sir. Your assistance will not be forgotten." Sherry said happily.

She trotted off in the direction the man hand pointed, not noticing him shaking his head in wonder at her strange behavior.

Sherry found her way to the pawn shop, and quickly realized it was the very same combination liquor store pawn shop that Michael had gone to the other night. She hadn't noticed before but it was a rather seedy looking shop with an equally seedy looking owner. Seedy just like the suspicious man who had sent her there in the first place. Going to the counter, the man asked in a bored tone how he could help her.

"I was instructed to come here by a man named Paul to pawn my gold for a currency called American Greenbacks. Can you assist me?" Sherry asked.

The man gave her a strange look but came closer to the counter.

"Sure lady, let's see what you got." The seedy broker said.

Sherry fished a single coin from between her tits and laid it on the counter. The man picked it up and looked at it with a jewelers eyepiece. Grunting to himself, he laid it on a scale and then dropped it on the counter to listen to the ping it made.

"Well it's pure gold. Right around an ounce too. Where'd you get this?" The seedy broker asked.

"Payment for service in my master's army." Sherry said casually.

The seedy man didn't show it in an obvious fashion, but Sherry spotted the tinge of confusion and disbelief on his face. He thought to himself for a while and finally came out with an offer.

"I can give you a thousand dollars for this." The seedy broker offered.

"One thousand and three hundred." Sherry countered.

"BUAHAHAHA! Fat chance. How about one thousand one hundred dollars." The seedy broker counter offered.

"One thousand and two hundred." Sherry said confidently.

"Fine. One thousand and two hundred dollars." The seedy broker relented.

"HAHA I haggled him up! Confidence will take you far. Now if I only knew what a dollar was, or if I was getting fair price." Sherry thought.

Sherry reached between her knockers once more and fished out a leather bag holding a pile of gold coins. She plopped it down and opened it, spilling them across the counter.

"Whoa lady hold your horses. I can't buy that many!" The seedy broker exclaimed.

"I understand. I would like to sell as many as you can buy." Sherry said.

Sherry walked out of the pawn shop holding her head high as the pawn broker put the new coins in his safe. Of course those huge piles of bills went in the same place as the coins had come from, and you would never know they were there from the outside.

~Meanwhile~

Michael woke up several hours later and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The room was strangely dark and there were no sounds anywhere, not even cars outside or his noisy neighbors. Standing up, he marveled at how good he felt.

"Wow, I feel great! I don't feel stuffed or tired at all!" Michael exclaimed.

He walked around the apartment and quickly found that Sherry was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, or anywhere else. He flicked a light switch and nothing happened.

"Huh, the power is out." Michael thought.

Michael quickly tugged on his boots and tried to exit the front door, but as soon as he touched the knob he got one heck of a shock. It was such an electric shock that it knocked him on his butt and shot intense pain up his arm.

"Ow! Mother fracker! The hell was that!" Michael exclaimed, clutching his hand.

Michael got up and looked the door over top to bottom without touching it. He didn't see anything obvious, but it still had felt like an electric shock. So without any better ideas he grabbed his multimeter off the desk and touched the probes to the door handle, thinking maybe someone had made the handle electrically live.

*WHAM

Michael ended up on his butt again clutching his hand which had been holding the probe. The electrically insulated probe shouldn't have let an electric charge through to hit him, and he was utterly confused. Michael glanced in his other hand and saw his expensive Fluke multimeter was smoking. By then his chest was hurting, and his arm had gone numb, so he decided to stop before he killed himself.

"Damn it. What's going on around here? It's friggen dark and creepy." Michael muttered.

When he tried to sit down and watch TV with an uninterruptable power supply, all he got was static. His phone didn't work and his internet was dead. So he huddled in his chair and looked around himself at the creepy gloomy air that weighed heavily on him, and held a glass of ice water against his burned hand.

When Sherry came home she found Michael in that position, muttering indignantly to himself and typing away at his laptop computer with one hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight in a surprise hug, and that caused him to jerk in fright.

"GAA! Sherry! Where did you come from, I didn't see you come in the door!" Michael exclaimed.

To answer his question, Sherry tugged on his plush chair and spun him around until he could see the remains of a glowing magic teleportation circle in the living room, and in the center of it a huge pile of bagged groceries. After giving him a second to look she pounced on him and hugged him tight from the front, planting countless wet kisses all over him.

"I missed you soooo much ! *smooch smooch... I thought of you every moment I was gone." Sherry said passionately.

"I was worried about you too, wondering if you were getting run over or lost." Michael said.

"Oh silly, I wouldn't let that happen! I had to bring back food so I could keep you fed, and my nose would always tell me where you are. So I could never get lost so easily." Sherry reassured.

"Yeah but..." Michael tried to say.

"Shhh, no buts. Just hold me and tell me you're doing well today." Sherry cooed.

Sherry slipped into the chair and wedged herself next to him. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, and then leaned her head on his broad shoulder.

"I woke up feeling pretty good after my nap, but ran into a little trouble with the front door." Michael said.

"Oh silly, whatever could have possessed you to wish to go outside? You simply mustn't go outside without me." Sherry said softly.

"You weren't here so I wanted to go looking for you and that dang door zapped the hell out of my hand." Michael said.

Sherry gently felt around until she found his hand, and lifted it up to inspect it. She straightened in her seat when she saw the burns. Sherry brought Michael's burned hand up to her mouth as if to closely inspect it. Instead her pointy tongue snaked out and began licking it, like a dog licks a wound. Her wet saliva coated it, and her tongue worked it into the burn.

"Eww Sherry, that's so unsanitary! That's my hand for fecks sake." Michael gagged.

"As unsanitary as kissing?" Sherry shot.

"Damn she got me there." Michael thought.

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..

...

"All done." Sherry said.

The burn on Michael's hand was gone, and he couldn't even find a tiny scar. The only sign anything had happened was a thick coating of saliva all over his hand.

"So succubus saliva has healing properties. Huh." Michael grunted in surprise.

"No that is not correct. Demonic energy has healing properties, and my saliva has a lot in it." Sherry corrected.

She stood up and turned to face Michael.

"Don't touch the door or windows until I have had a chance to modify the wards to permit you, or you will kill yourself. Heed my warning sweetie, lest the worst happen!" Sherry pleaded.

"Alright, but could you open a window or turn on the power? It's awfully stuffy in here." Michael asked.

"Is it? I think it's quite nice in here." Sherry said, cocking her head.

Never the less she did open a window, and the rays of sunlight seemed incapable of illuminating the room even at the full strength of summer. Then at Michael's instruction she managed to alter the wards just enough to restore connectivity to the outside world.

Once everything was settled down, Sherry stood in front of the huge menacing pile of groceries and scratched her chin.

"Could you help me put these supplies away? I am not sure where to put most of them." Sherry asked.

"How did you even afford this much? There's no way I had that much cash laying around." Michael said.

"I learned that I could trade the coins of my homeland for what is called... American Greenbacks." Sherry said.

To prove her point she reached between her funbags and grabbed a handful of twenty dollar bills. Michael did a double take and stammered badly, not sure whether to be shocked about the money or where she was keeping it. His thoughts started getting fuzzy the more he thought about it.

"Erm... coins of your homeland?" Michael asked, shaking his head.

Yes. They are pure gold and around one ounce each." Sherry said.

Michael nodded and quickly checked his computer for the current gold prices.

"What did you get for them?" Michael asked.

"One thousand two hundred each. Is that right?" Sherry asked nervously.

"It's just about right. You got a fair price for them." Michael said.

Michael jumped to his feet and the two of them put all the groceries away. The refrigerator was utterly stuffed and the cabinets couldn't fit another single item. After that was done, Michael wandered back into his living room and resumed his homework on his desktop instead of his laptop.

~Several Minutes Later~

Sherry was fluttering around and tidying up when she heard a strange sound come from the living room. A series of strange beeping chimes caught her attention followed by a robotic female voice.

"... DISARMED... ARMED... DISARMED... BAD GPS SIGNAL HEALTH... THROTTLE BELOW FAILSAFE... PREARM, HARDWARE SAFETY SWITCH... NO RC RECIEVER..."

Sherry poked her head out and looked for the new person speaking, but only saw Michael tinkering with his laptop again. She came out and glanced at what he was doing.

"Sweetie, I heard someone speaking." Sherry said.

"Oh that was just my computer. I was interfacing Mission Planner with this Pixhawk auto pilot on my quadcopter." Michael explained.

...

Sherry's eyes glazed over and she shook her head.

"Pardon?" Sherry asked.

"My quadcopter. I was programming it." Michael said, chuckling.

"What's a quadcopter?" Sherry asked.

Michael pointed at the copter which was sitting on the ground in front of him. It had a USB cable leading to it from the laptop, and several LED lights made it glow brightly. She bent down and looked at it.

"It's so pretty! Is it... quadcoptering... right now?" Sherry asked, uncertain.

Michael broke out laughing.

"Nono, oh hell! It flies you goofball!" Michael teased, laughing.

It was the capstone project for his electronics degree, a homebrew quad copter. Sherry eyed it incredulously.

"That contraption is supposed to fly? It has neither wings nor feathers!" Sherry said in disbelief.

"Trust me, this will fly. My soldering skills aren't that bad." Michael chuckled.

Sherry fluttered out her wings and took off right in the living room, and hovered inches off the ground.

"This is how to fly, and I regret to say that thing will never fly." Sherry said with certainty.

Michael's eyes narrowed.

"Challenge accepted." Michael said firmly.

Sherry let out a surprised "EH?" as Michael turned around and started unplugging cables. The copter was almost done and he had been working on the point of view camera, so that meant it could fly as it was. He stabbed a battery in it and placed it in the middle of the living room floor farther away from his chair.

"Stand back. This thing will cut you if it hits you." Michael warned.

*Beep... Beep

...

*DUN DUN DA DUUUUUUN

Michael armed the controller and glanced at Sherry with a wry smile.

"Want to take bets?" Michael asked.

"That sounds fun sweetie. I think if you lose I want you to answer one question without argument. Agreed?" Sherry asked.

"One question eh? I suppose that's ok, but in return if I win I want to fondle your tits." Michael countered, grinning evilly.

Michael clenched his hand in the air in a squeezing fashion as extra emphasis.

"Well that's not exactly fair. I would let you do that anytime , but so be it." Sherry said, smiling.

*click

Michael flicked a switch on his controller.

"...ARMED..."

*Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Sherry skidded back in shock as the quadcopter lifted off the carpet and hovered at nose level right in front of her.

"Michael stop it this instant! I don't like iiiiiitttt!" Sherry whined.

"Oh snap, she said my name!" Michael thought.

Michael made the copter return to him where he killed throttle and snatched it out of mid air.

"I win! Flies good though, if I do say so myself." Michael said, winking.

Sherry straightened and smiled at him, all while fixing her disheveled clothes..

"Well shucks... I guess I lost the bet. You will just have to *strip*... have your way with me !" Sherry said, feigning disappointment.

As she spoke she pulled her top off and sat in Michael's lap facing towards him so he had access. His fingers lay gently on her nipples, and pushed inwards sinking into soft boob flesh. Sherry remained perfectly still but grew a devilish smile on her face.

"Bummer, you were supposed to cry out." Michael said, disappointed.

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..

...
"KYAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh ." Sherry cried sensually.

Michael chuckled and proceeded to claim his reward.

Of course Michael's fondling of Sherry's tits didn't last long before she started fondling him right back, and as they sat there on that chair teasing each other Michael spoke up.

"You know... there's nothing stopping you from asking that question. I'll answer it as best I can." Michael said.

"Promise?" Sherry moaned.

"Yeah... so what is it?" Michael asked.

"How do you know so much about succubii and where I am from? How do you know of my mistress Druella and the Maoyu?" Sherry asked.

"That's two questions." Michael said.

Michael remained silent for some time, and his hands fell away from Sherry's chest. Her immediate response was to push forward and squeeze them up against Michael and rub up and down slightly.

"Sweetie, you said before that you wished for a girl from fallen maidens. What does that mean?" Sherry questioned.

"Damn she got me. I said I would answer her question." Michael thought.

Michael looked away nervously.

"It's a book... about monsters." Michael admitted.

"Tell me about this book. How did it get written? Who wrote it and why?" Sherry queried.

"How do I tell my... wife... that she came from a smutty fantasy manga book?" Michael thought.

Michael felt like he was in a bind. In his mind he wasn't sure if Sherry's world had always existed and the books authored by Kenkou Cross were just a glimpse into it, or if the magic coin had generated what originally was a fictional universe. Finally with no ideas making themselves apparent, he simply pointed at the bookshelf next to the TV.

"Top row starting from the left." Michael said quietly.

Sherry peeled herself off Michael and went to check the top shelf. She moved a small engine mechanics book out of the way and revealed his prized collection of books to open air. She plucked one off the shelf.

"Monster Girl Encyclopedia... I know this book!" Sherry said.

She flipped it open to a random page and started reading, her eyes quickly widening. The book thumped closed and she grabbed another off the shelf, that time it was Fallen Maidens. She opened that one and began reading:

There is no suffering or sadness here. All there is is a wonderful world of indulging in love and pleasure to the heart's content. If you come this way, you'll never have to fear anything, and you'll never have to suffer. This book is a guide to help you cast aside human fetters and be reborn. Now, let's have fun together... I'll teach you about the wonderful world of monsters...

Sherry looked up at Michael in surprise, her dainty hands clutching the book so hard that it shook.

"I was there when mistress Druella made that quote! How in the name of the Maoyu did the wandering scholar's books end up here?!" Sherry demanded.

Without waiting for an answer she flipped the book over and looked at the cover.

"Who is this Kenkou Cross? I must know!" Sherry insisted.

"He's the publisher and the artist who drew the pictures." Michael answered.

"Ah I see. So he is an editor who republished the wandering scholar's works then. He must be powerful to divine such information from another dimension!" Sherry said, relieved.

"That's not entirely accurate." Michael murmured.

Sherry paused as she looked through the book some more.

"Yes I would say so. The pictures are absolutely beautiful but they are certainly not realistic. Much better than the bland pencil diagrams the wandering scholar was known for though." Sherry noted.

"That's not what I meant. I meant... I meant... I meant the MGE is published as a fiction book!" Michael blurted.

Sherry looked up sharply narrowed her eyes, all while taking a sharp breath. She nearly dropped the book when she stuffed it back on the shelf and charged right at Michael and landed on his lap. Her hands grabbed his shirt and shook him.

"DO I LOOK LIKE FICTION TO YOU?! DID LAST NIGHT FEEL LIKE FICTION?!" Sherry shouted.

"No never! You're real, there's no doubt about..." Michael squeaked.

"ARE YOU SAYING MY MISTRESS AND HOME ARE FANTASY? OR MAYBE THE MAOYU HERSELF?" Sherry bellowed.

Michael's answer was simple, straight forward, and to the point. He knew that he had upset her, and he knew that there was one thing that would mend the little hole he had just stabbed into her heart.

*Chu

Sherry's pained shouts stopped in an instant, and her tearing heart was healed. She smiled and hugged Michael tight.

"You... kissed me. Awwww sweetie!" Sherry cried softly.

"I don't know if your universe has always existed, or if the magic coin created it. All I do know is something wonderful has happened, and it's a undeniable fact that you're here. I may never learn the real answer, but that doesn't matter because my mind is filled with wonder at the possibilities." Michael murmured.

"I don't know either, but would you like to hear a secret?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded.

"I know so much of magic coins because I made a wish of one just before being summoned by my mistress." Sherry recounted.

"You wished for a guy?" Michael guessed.

"That's right sweetie ." Sherry cooed.

"Lucky you, ending up with a fat bum." Michael chuckled.

"Such minor details do not concern me. I am much more interested in what fun and exciting things we are going to do today!" Sherry said excitedly.

Michael paused while he thought up what he was going to say. Before he could Sherry spoke up again.

"Oh dear that reminds me, I need to finish the dishes!" Sherry cried.

She jumped up and disappeared into the kitchen once more. Michael paused a moment, and followed her.

When Michael got to the kitchen he saw Sherry putting away the last of the cleaned dishes.

"Hey Sherry, you need to make sure the door seals or the fridge won't work. Alright?" Michael asked.

He pointed at the seal, which he had noticed wasn't closed. Sherry nodded and promised she would. Just before closing the door, Michael glanced inside at the contents.

"I haven't seen this much chow in a long time. It's unbelievable." Michael said in wonder.

"Sweetie don't misunderstand my question as meanness, but how was it you were so large before when you had so little food? I asked before but you never answered." Sherry asked.

Michael remained silent.

"I see... I am sorry I asked such a thing." Sherry said apologetically.

"There's nothing wrong with your question. It was the soda that did it." Michael murmured unhappily.

As he spoke, he quickly opened the door of the fridge again and grabbed a bottle from the bottom shelf to show her.

"If I could change one thing in my life it would be to go back in time and ensure I never drank this stuff, because once I did I was hooked forever." Michael lamented.

"Must be tasty stuff to hook someone for life." Sherry commented.

Without any warning Sherry snatched the bottle right out of Michael's hands. In a flash she popped the cap off and brought it to her lips.

"Wait don't! Didn't you just listen to me?" Michael cried.

Sherry quickly took a taste and then lowered the bottle, swishing the substance around her mouth to get a good taste of it. She shrugged her shoulders and mouthed a "meh".

"I can see how some would like it, but to me it tastes too bland and artificial. I know of MUCH sweeter things that are truly addicting !" Sherry said, chuckling.

"Like kissing?" Michael guessed.

Sherry smiled wickedly and scooted closer to Michael.

"I loooove kissing you . If I could I would kiss you much more, but I worry that you will dislike it." Sherry said, half smiling.

"But you're a succubus and the Monster Girl Encyclopedia said..." Michael tried to say.

Sherry gently laid a slender finger on Michael's lips to silence him.

"That book is a wonderful thing that tells many truths, but many half truths as well. It was written for a land very different than this one, and for a very different human culture." Sherry explained quietly.

Michael fell silent as he pondered what Sherry meant.

"The status quo of her world... is that humans hate monsters and monsters love humans. One group tries to kill the other while the other group has to force... that's it!" Michael thought.

"The MGE was written about a world where monsters are required to use force because nobody will actually sit down and listen to them. They literally have no choice. It's force or death." Michael said.

Sherry smiled happily when Michael said that, and she reached out and gently caressed his face.

"You understand! We monsters have so much love in us that it hurts when we are rejected. We don't understand why humans hate us so, thus our need to force them to understand our feelings. Even I cannot understand, and I was human once. Most girls get frustrated and just attack with the intention of sorting things out later." Sherry said.

"It hurts? Really?" Michael asked, surprised.

"Very much so. A deep aching pain that never goes away, and eats away at us inside. But you are kind and understanding of my feelings, so I see no need to force myself upon you. It is much more pleasurable when we are both willing, and I want to see you happy. Naked too, but mostly happy." Sherry said, smiling slyly.

"I am willing. You'll never be too much for someone who wants you." Michael said.

"You want me? You can just admit your desires so easily and fearlessly?" Sherry asked.

"Yes. Why not? I've never been one to hold back what I'm thinking." Michael said.

Sherry lit up like a billboard of joy when he said that, and immediately moved closer to take her prize.

"On one condition. You can be as passionate as you want and I won't fight it as long as it isn't destructive." Michael added.

"How could passion be destructive? It can drive you crazy, but is there any other way to live?" Sherry asked.

Sherry reached up with her other hand so she could pull Michael into a kiss, but lightly bopped his nose with the coke bottle she had forgotten she was holding. They both chuckled as she put it down on the counter, and then they kissed each other. From then on after that moment Sherry would often randomly kiss and hug Michael throughout the day, and would even occasionally grope him if she thought she could get away with it. Michael never cared because he loved the attention that he was getting for the first time in his life, and he got to grope her right back so it was a win-win.

~Later~

So the two of them found themselves in the living room. Sherry produced a fist full of cash and offered it to Michael.

"Oh, what's this?" Michael asked.

"A gift to my beloved husband. Please take it with my blessing!" Sherry insisted.

Michael took the offered bills and held them in his hand without counting. After a stunned moment he looked up at Sherry.

"I can't do it. Sorry Sherry but I can't take all your money, it's not right." Michael said, handing the money back.

"But sweetie, I don't know anything about this world. I was hoping you would use it to take me places." Sherry said, shoulders wilting.

Michael fell silent as the wheels started turning in his head. Slowly a smile formed on his face as he looked back and forth between Sherry and the clock. Eventually he looked up at Sherry and winked.

"Put on your best threads babe, we're going out on the town." Michael said coolly.

Michael pocketed the handful of cash and grabbed his keys.

"Sounds fun sweetie, I can't wait!" Sherry said excitedly.

Michael and Sherry quickly showered and prepared to leave. Sherry asked Michael to help her get dressed, and the next thing he knew he was literally helping her get dressed. Helping her as in choosing her clothes and then physically dressing her. She claimed it was because she didn't know how to use the otherworldly clothes but Michael realized it was an excuse to create a lot of close physical contact. Finally the two of them left the apartment, hopped into the car, and hopped over to the gas station where Michael used a little of the cash to top off his gas tank. Once that was done he got the Duster rolling and onto the freeway heading towards the other end of town. Sherry marveled when Michael flicked on his headlights, amazed at how bright they were.

"Where are we traveling to sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"You wanted to see this world right? Well why don't we start with some of the nicer parts, specifically a good old fashioned diner cruise in." Michael said.

"I have no idea what that is, but I am excited none the less. What will we do at this diner cruise in?" Sherry asked.

Michael chuckled but remained silent. There was no point, because shortly later they had arrived at a well lit street no more than a couple miles from the apartment. Michael pulled off the road and parked, and looked around in anticipation. Sherry looked confused, but Michael reassured her and asked her to be patient. He glanced at his watch and hit the button to make it illuminate, and Sherry cooed in amazement.

"Ah, right on time. Here we go!" Michael said.

A convoy of cars had appeared around the corner and were making their way down the street. The lead car was a 1957 Chevy Bel Air followed closely by a 1968 Dodge Charger, a 1946 Ford Super Deluxe convertible, a 1972 Ford Mustang Mach 1, and a 1977 Pontiac Trans Am Firebird to name a few. Michael fired up the Duster and squirted in between a couple cars when a guy let him in, and joined the convoy.

"What a strange procession this is!" Sherry exclaimed in wonder.

"There's so many muscle cars here that I can feel the vibration in my lungs. It's awesome!" Michael cheered.

The convoy drove a while down several streets with onlookers on each sidewalk. Several people took pictures of the cars as they drove by, and Michael noted that several camera flashes happened as the Duster rolled by a large group of photographers. He smiled, the feeling of pride in his car boiling up.

Sometime about twenty minutes later they arrived at their destination. It was an old school drive up diner straight from the 50's, with girls on roller-skates bringing people their orders of hamburgers and milkshakes. Michael pulled up and parked, and immediately turned to Sherry.

"Stick your fingers in your ears." Michael warned.

Confused, Sherry slowly complied while giving Michael a strange look. The last car of the convoy pulled in and parked, and then the chaos began. Everyone in the parking lot paused in mid step and also stuck their fingers in their ears.

*Vroooom VROOOOOM

*BRAAAA BRRAAAAAAA BRAAAAAAAAAA

*NIRRRRR NIRRRRR NIRRRRRRRRRRR

*GRRRRR GRRRRR GRRRRRR GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR

Every single car in the entire parking lot all revved their engines at the same moment, and the din was overwhelming. The mirrors in the Duster were vibrating violently and their bodies were shaking like they were in a paint mixer. Michael stabbed the gas pedal with his foot several times and growled that huge 440 mopar up to 5 grand on the tach. The air was filled with the angry growls of dozens of old cars, egged on by their operators as if telling the world that they weren't dead yet and were too stubborn to be recycled into scrap iron. Each ear splitting howl was an angry fist shake at the world's population for daring to fill their domain, the open road, with nondescript soulless plastic bubbles. As quickly as it started, the revs ceased and were replaced by the elated woops of several onlookers. Michael turned off the Duster and smiled toothily at Sherry, who was openly laughing at the absurdness of it all.

"We had better go or we won't get a seat." Michael said.

Michael got out of the car and opened Sherry's door for her like a gentleman, and they both went in to get a seat. Michael was immediately greeted by several old friends.

"Hey Hey HEY boys!" Michael cried cheerfully.

"HEY MIKEY!" The guys called.

They were shaking hands and patting each other on the back, and Michael introduced Sherry to several of them. Then they wandered into the diner. As luck would have it they managed to get one of the last booths before the whole joint was up to capacity, and people were forced to be outside loitering on their cars eating their food. A waitress rolled up and asked us what we would like to have, and Sherry immediately got a nervous look and started stammering the second the waitress looked at her expectantly.

"We'll have... two mushroom swiss burgers, half pounders, with one seasoned fries and one regular fries. Then a side of onion rings and a couple ice cream shakes, vanilla and chocolate." Michael ordered, smiling.

The waitress wrote it all down and wandered off to place the order and help the next customer in the very busy diner.

"Sweetie, if you wanted food I could have easily made you whatever you wanted. All you would have to do is describe it to me." Sherry said, pouting.

"We're not here for the food. This is all about the experience, and the best part hasn't even started yet." Michael clarified.

"Does this happen every day here?" Sherry asked.

"No, this is a special event. I heard a few weeks ago from the guys that the cruise in and event are in honor of the guy who runs the local car club. Supposedly he and his wife got married in this diner sixty years ago this day." Michael explained.

"Sixty years? My goodness that is a long time!" Sherry exclaimed.

"It is. Just imagine... spending sixty years with someone and they still love each other as much as their very first day. Maybe there is a little good in this world after all." Michael said dreamily.

"It is not so hard for me to imagine my husband, for I shall always be at your side for the rest of time. Although I am thoroughly impressed a human managed it." Sherry thought.

Right around then the waitress came back bearing two milkshakes in tall glasses, and even threw down extra straws. Michael put the vanilla one to the side and centered the chocolate between them.

"I got two flavors so we could share and you could try several new things. You put the straw in like this and then just suck on it like so." Michael explained.

Sherry put her straw next to Michael's straw and they shared the shake at the same time.

"This is fun! All these people here having a good time and the dessert, thank you for bringing me here sweetie." Sherry said, smiling happily.

"Wait, it gets even better!" Michael said excitedly.

He stuck his hand in his pocket and fished around for a quarter, and fed it into the tabletop jukebox. Michael picked out three songs and then grabbed Sherry's hand.

"Time to get the party started!" Michael cheered.

By then several people were looking up in anticipation from their booths, and they all broke out in smiles when Chubby Checker came on singing 'The Twist'. Michael and Sherry weren't the only people to hop to their feet, in fact most of the diner suddenly jumped to motion and everyone went crazy twisting this way and that. It took Sherry a couple seconds to get used to the idea of juke box dancing, but she quickly got in the groove of things.

"Swing your hips like this! Yeah you got it! Keep it up!" Michael cried happily.

When that song finished the jukebox automatically switched to playing 'Sugar Sugar' by the Archies, and Michael immediately switched his dancing style without a hitch. Michael mouthed the lyrics to Sherry as they danced.

"Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you!" Michael sang along, grinning.

"Aww sweetie, those lyrics are perfect!" Sherry laughed.

Eventually that song ended and went onto the next, which was 'Rock Around the Clock' by Bill Haley. Michael and Sherry danced away and had a great time while sporting huge smiles on their faces. Their hips were swaying, legs hopping, and arms swinging excitedly.

Unfortunately the songs finally ended and brought a close to Michael's selection. They stopped and laughed as everyone started back for their bench seats, when suddenly someone else stuck a quarter in their tabletop juke box and more music started. Unlike the three songs Michael had picked, the new song was a soft gentile dancing song. The Everly Brothers singing 'Let it Be Me'. Without missing a beat Michael held out his hands.

"Would you care for this dance?" Michael asked.

Sherry nodded and they embraced each other closely. Michael took the lead and they slowly swayed across the dance floor surrounded by dozens of other couples. Sherry's chin rested on Michael's broad shoulder as the soft sounds of the music gently washed over them. Sherry whispered in Michael's ear so quietly that he almost didn't hear.

"Hold me tighter sweetie ." Sherry pleaded.

Michael squeezed Sherry even closer, locking their bodies tightly together.

"Is that enough?" Michael asked.

"It's wonderful, thank you. Everything's wonderful." Sherry cooed happily.

Sherry's arms squeezed Michael right back as much as he squeezed her. Deep in her heart was a thrumming feeling filled with happiness and contentment.

"I have never been so filled with happiness in my life. I never want it to end." Sherry thought.

"This is the best day of my life. No. My life has finally begun." Michael thought.

One soft song seamlessly shifted to another, and Elvis's 'Can't Help Falling in Love' slowly came from the speakers. Sherry was in awe of the lyrics, for the very idea of a human singing a love song of such nature was completely alien to her. If she didn't know better she would have sworn it was a monster singing the song.

"To think that humans are singing so openly about love, a verboten topic in the order and widely feared as a monster attractant. Well... at least the order got something right. It is attracting me." Sherry thought, chuckling.

Elvis finished his song and one more came on. It was 'Stand by Me' by Ben E King.

When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

Slowly Michael and Sherry swayed to the music, but as those lyrics played Sherry sensed an almost unperceivable tightening of Michael's grip.

"The lyrics are moving him just as much as me! But the words themselves..." Sherry thought.

Sherry moved her lips close to Michael's ear so only he could hear, but so he could understand her words without mistake.

"I shall always stand by you, for forever and a day. In this I swear upon my life." Sherry pledged.

Michael leaned down and whispered back in Sherry's ear.

"It's like we've known each other for forever and a day. I feel the same way and... I love you." Michael admitted.

Michael shifted around until he could see her face. Her eyes were brimmed with tears of happiness and joy. Michael leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, and then squeezed her tight again. The song ended shortly later and they both sat down at their booth, which by then had the food freshly delivered and ready to eat.

Michael laughed and joked around as they ate their food, having a pleasant conversation about varying topics. On one hand Michael explained what the food was and how it was made, and on the other hand using a napkin and a ballpoint pen he tried to explain how a car engine worked. Sherry seemed more interested in the ball point pen than the engine at first, which amused Michael to no end.

"We write with quill pens and bottles of ink in my homeland." Sherry explained.

In fact after drawing a picture he uncontrollably started chuckling, laughing at the fact he was using a ballpoint pen to draw a picture to explain a ball point pen. Their jubilations were put on pause when an older looking guy of around fifty got up and loudly called for everyone's attention. The entire joint fell silent and all eyes looked on him.

"Thank you everyone for coming to this cruise in tonight. For those of you who don't know, this event is in honor of my father who is the president of the desert car club and beloved husband of my mother for sixty years. On this night in the year 1958 they got married, and they danced to this song in this very diner." The elderly son announced.

Slowly the lights dimmed and in the center of the dance area was a single couple. They were quite elderly, with grey hair and wrinkled skin. But despite their obvious age they were both standing tall as they slowly embraced each other. Music started playing. It was 'Pledging my Love' by Johnny Ace, and the couple very slowly swayed to the tune.

Forever my darling our love will be true
Always and forever I'll love only you
Just promise me darling your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear forever burn

My heart's at your command dear
To keep love and to hold
Making you happy is my desire dear
Keeping you is my goal

I'll forever love you
For the rest of my days
I'll never part from you
Or your loving ways
Just promise me darling your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear forever burn

My heart's at your command dear
To keep love and to hold
Making you happy is my desire dear
Loving you is my goal

I'll forever love you
For the rest of my days
I'll never part from you
Or your loving ways
Just promise me darling your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear forever burn

The music faded and everyone clapped as soon as the lights were turned up. They both smiled and waved, and slowly made their way from the diner. Michael watched as they walked by his and Sherry's booth, and the old man came to a stop.

"Hey I remember ya! Yeh were the kid changin the radiator hose on the 440 big block Duster... right?" The old man exclaimed.

"Yes sir, that's correct. I got it all sorted out but it took forever." Michael said, smiling.

"I bet! Say kiddo I know I asked ya before but... would you bring that beaut to my car show? There's a whopper of a grand prize for first place, and it's all based on public poll so no cheatin." The old man bellowed, smiling.

Michael glanced at Sherry briefly, and then looked back at the old man.

"I just don't know how I could manage it. I'm really sorry." Michael apologized.

"But it's a cool fifty grand first prize! You could put yerself through college with that un, and there's no risk!" The old man insisted.

"He will do it." Sherry suddenly interjected.

"Sherry!" Michael exclaimed in shock.

"It's ok sweetie, you need not worry about it. This man is offering something golden, and you would be foolish to let it pass." Sherry insisted.

Michael's face was turning beet red at that moment, but he had no other choice than to meekly nod his head up and down. The old man slapped him on the back and said he would see him there, and strolled out with his wife. Michael looked around and saw the audience of people gawking at the exchange, and he glanced downwards nervously. He quickly pulled some cash out to pay the bill and polished off the last few bits of food before he beat feet out of the diner.

Michael and Sherry were in the Duster driving home when she glanced over and finally broke the silence.

"What's the matter sweetie? Why don't you want to show your car at the car show?" Sherry asked.

"You don't know anything about them so I wouldn't expect you to understand." Michael said evasively.

"I assume they are much like the horse shows from my homeland. Quality breeds are shown and judged, and the best breeder wins and gets a prize." Sherry reasoned.

"Well... uh... yeah. That's basically it." Michael admitted.

"Then what is troubling you?" Sherry pressed.

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Michael remained silent.

"Are you ashamed of your Duster?" Sherry pressured.

"No! I'm damn proud of the work I've done!" Michael barked.

"Ah I see. You don't feel the need to show it to others because you derive no satisfaction from public opinion. It's in your nature." Sherry reasoned.

"That's partially it... but not all." Michael muttered.

"Then what?" Sherry insisted, annoyed.

"It would be like stripping you of all your clothes and parading you through town to be judged by everyone." Michael blurted.

"Well sweetie... if you are aroused by that then I am not one to argue ." Sherry said calmly.

...

Michael paused for several long seconds as he got over the shock of what he had just heard.

"That's never going to happen. I won't allow it." Michael said darkly.

"Oh how greedy and selfish of you. I quite like it, and the idea of showing myself to other men besides you holds no appeal to me at all." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

Michael and Sherry remained awkwardly silent for a solid minute before he spoke up again.

"I've poured so much of my heart and soul into this car that I just can't... desecrate... it like that." Michael said.

"Very well sweetie. It's no matter for I have plenty of money to take good care of you for a long time." Sherry said, looking slyly sideways.

Michael straightened in his seat when she said that, and she smiled inwardly for obtaining the very reaction she sought. Oh yes, her succubus face reading skills and cunning quickly turned the tables in her favor. She was using reverse psychology.

"Damn she got me. She knows I don't like using her money." Michael thought.

"On the other hand a little extra money wouldn't hurt. I guess... I could... take the Duster to the show." Michael finally relented.

"I promise to help you in any way I can! You'll have the best car at the show, I'm certain of it!" Sherry said excitedly.

"*Sigh... yeah. I just have to scrounge up some stuff for minor repairs." Michael muttered.

It was full dark by the time they got home. Michael went to unlock the apartment door before he remembered the wards, and passed the keys to Sherry who safely did it instead. Once they were inside just like the last time Sherry immediately dropped her human facade and returned to her natural succubus form.

"Gees it's still stuffy in here." Michael noted.

Michael sat in his chair so he could pull off his P.F. Fliers, and just as he got them off Sherry immediately sat down next to him.

"We need to get a bigger chair if you are going to keep doing that." Michael chuckled.

"Your wish is my command... my handsome sweetie ." Sherry whispered seductively.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that! I uh...er...meant..." Michael tried to say.

"Fufu, you are sooo cute when you're flustered. I absolutely adore that about you." Sherry said, giggling.

Sherry smiled seductively with a naughty twinkle in her eye. Her left hand absentmindedly stroked Michaels hair while her other hand slipped between her legs and grabbed the tip of her tail.

"Kiss me sweetie. Your lips are like wine and I wish to become drunk." Sherry pleaded.

*Smooch

Michael leaned forward and kissed Sherry just as she had asked. As soon as he did her face melted in ecstasy. She lunged forward and returned the kiss dozens of times, completely losing herself in the passionate act of making out. Eventually Sherry broke the kiss just long enough to speak.

"Thank you for today sweetie. It was wonderful!" Sherry said.

"You're welcome. I hope it was just as nice for you as it was for me." Michael answered.

She smiled and kissed him again, and then again once more for the road.

"It was. I got to see a lot of your world, and it's an amazing place." Sherry said, smiling widely.

She got up and helped Michael settle into the chair a little bit better, and then wandered off so she could kick her shoes off and change her clothes.

~A Little While Later~

It was a bit too early to go to bed, so Michael was quietly reading one of his textbooks and waiting for the hours to tick away. He didn't have long to wait until Sherry came back however, dressed in a sexy one-piece lingerie.

"Surprise! Do you like it?" Sherry asked sweetly.

She did a little graceful twirl.

"Yeah, you look great. Where'd that come from?" Michael asked, surprised.

"I brought it with me from Lescatie, and I've been saving it." Sherry said, smiling deviously.

"Well it's definitely just right. I think it's pretty." Michael said.

And with that, he went back to his book. Sherry waited for a moment, before slowly circling the chair. Slowly she went around, and around, over and over again. Each time she passed, she lightly brushed a part of him such as his shoulder or hair. But he continued to read his book. After circling him like she was circling prey, all at once she abruptly plopped down in the chair.

"Excuse me." Michael said.

He scooted over and made room, and Sherry settled into the void he made. It wasn't long before she was pressing up against him again leaning her head against his shoulder.

*sniff... sniffsniff

She stuck her face in his hair and sniffed repeatedly, rubbing her nose hard against his head. Her mouth made a wet sound in his ear when she licked her own lips.

...

"What in the world is she doing? Does she like my shampoo that much? She's from another planet so, I'll just let her do her thing." Michael thought.

She soon wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her wet lips to his cheek. When that got her nowhere, she sighed and stepped her game up.

*oof

Michael grunted when Sherry slipped onto his lap and placed herself in the center of his attention. He just shifted around and repositioned so he could keep reading, but she moved with him.

"What are you... mmph!" Michael tried to say.

She muffled his question by cupping her breasts with her hands and shoving them in his face, and then immediately pressing her body down on his as much as she could.

"Fuck me." Sherry said huskily.

"mmMMM?!" Michael moaned, muffled.

She moved her lips to be just next to his ear, where she whispered seductively.

"After today, of course we're GOING to have sex. That's why you took me on a date in the first place." Sherry whispered.

She pulled her body away slightly and uncovered his face, where she pressed her face against his and ran her moist lips across his cheeks.

"Eh? It was? That's not what..." Michael tried to say.

She shushed him by placing the tip of her finger on his lips.

"You should know... I don't need any special encouragement. I'll make love to you any time, for any reason~" Sherry sang.

Her juicy lips pressed against his, and kissed away any reply he might have had. He could feel her excitement vibrating out of her body.

"I'm... something's wrong..." Michael murmured.

"Fufu, oh no silly. Nothing's wrong at all. In fact, everything's just right." Sherry giggled.

"Why do I feel so... weak...? " Michael asked.

His head rolled back, and rested against the chair. Sherry leaned forward and smiled in satisfaction.

"Much better. I've never seen a man take so many kisses to subdue. Oh don't fret sweetie. You don't need your strength anymore. I'll take care of everything." Sherry said sweetly.

Sherry reached behind and undid the clasps for her sexy one-piece, and slid out of it effortlessly. Whoever had designed it had made it very easy to take off.

"Look at these big juicy swaying breasts. Do you like them? They're all yours my love. See how soft they are?" Sherry asked.

She shifted position and rubbed her own tits in front of him. Her fingers sank into her own flesh, and they jiggled and shook at the slightest touch. Every time she let go, they jiggled back into their original perky shape.

"Ahh ~ that wonderful lusty gaze of yours makes me so happy!" Sherry exclaimed excitedly.

*SMOOCH

She kissed him harder than ever, in direct proportion to her level of excitement. Her heart was pounding and her lungs were humming. It was crystal clear that she was anxious and couldn't hold herself back.

"I want you sweetie, and I must have you. I can't wait anymore ! Let's take this to the bedroom!" Sherry panted.

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...

Michael wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in the bedroom, laying on the futon. One moment he was in his chair with Sherry kissing his brains out and the next he was in bed with Sherry laying on top of him and stripping his clothes off frantically.

"Magic. Must've been, right? Was that a crackling sound I heard?" Michael thought, uncertain.

Sherry stripped off the last of his clothes down to his skivvies. She ran her tongue from his belly button all the way up his chest until she arrived at his lips again.

"Hehe, I wonder what would happen if I licked you all over. My aphrodisiac saliva would probably drive you wiiiild~" Sherry cheered.

"You're driving me pretty wild... as is..." Michael coughed.

"Good. Then perhaps it's time we got past teasing, and got to the real fun." Sherry said seductively.

*sliiiiiiide

Sherry's body slid downwards towards his crotch, where she peeled away the last layer shielding his modesty from her lust filled and excited eyes.

"Ehh?" Sherry grunted.

She poked it a few times like poking a dead fish, and then looked up at Michael with a face full of disappointment.

"What's the matter sweetie? Have I not done enough to make you hard? Did I do something to turn you off?" Sherry asked.

She sat upright, and fondled her own boobs again.

"I showed you my breasts, and I'm naked. Don't tell me you're not interested in such things!" Sherry fretted.

"I have a two terabyte hard drive full of titties that disagrees with you." Michael said dryly.

...

Sherry blinked several times in stunned silence.

...

"If it's a problem, I'll delete it." Michael suggested.

...

Sherry abruptly shook her head.

"No! It's impossible! No man can resist a succubus! Silly... quit trying to hold back and let me pleasure you!" Sherry insisted.

"I'm not trying to hold back. Not even a little. Although..." Michael trailed off.

He looked over to his right, towards the nightstand. His right arm reached out towards the top drawer, but never got very far. Sherry snagged it and pegged it on the pillow next to his head, and hovered her face just in front of his.

"No sweetie. I know what it is you seek, and they are gone." Sherry said.

"What?!" Michael exclaimed.

"It didn't take me long to figure out what they were, when I found them while cleaning. I won't permit you to wear such an awful thing. Our bodies must be joined, flesh touching flesh." Sherry said, grinning evilly.

Michael squirmed uncomfortably, but she wasn't about to let him free. His wrist was pinned, and his body was pinned down by her soft and surprisingly heavy body.

"I have to wear one, or I might get you pregnant. Gees, I would be a horrible father." Michael said nervously.

"Shhh. You are over thinking it. Just let it happen and let go, and be washed away in the sensations." Sherry cooed.

Sherry thought to herself for a moment, and then smiled. It was a devilish smile, which immediately alerted Michael that whatever was coming was very perverted or mamono-esque.

"Now I have to start all over again to get him in the mood. Ah well... here we go !" Sherry thought.

*sliiiiiiide

"SHERRY I MMMPHMMPMMOMMMMM!" Michael cried, muffled.

She had done the most unexpected thing. Sit right on Michael's face, with his nose right in her crotch. He had difficulty breathing right away, and what few breaths he could get were full of her lewd female scent. Whatever compound which made her kisses so powerful was exponentially more powerful and concentrated in her sex. His flailing arms were snatched out of mid air and redirected towards her breasts. All his attempts to pull his head away were foiled when she wrapped her thighs around his head.

"Breathe deep sweetie. That's it. In and out... in and out. Just like we're going to be doing in a little while.

"MMMMM! MMM! MM! Mmmmmm! Mmmm...mmm...mm... .. ." Michael moaned.

His moans grew quiet as her pheromones filled his lungs. They infiltrated and heated up every part of his body, replacing rational thought with a throbbing urge for Sherry. When she pulled away and revealed his face to open air, he was a hot wet mess.

Sherry slid around on the futon until she was nose to nose with Michael once more, where she gently started kissing him again.

"Now now sweetie. I simply insist you be hard, or I can't screw you." Sherry said breathlessly.

*Smoochsmooch

Michael's eyes fluttered shut as he was taken away in a current of pleasant sensations.

"He is getting into it very quickly! Could he be any cuter? Time to attack." Sherry thought.

Sherry started teasing Michael's body in various places to stimulate his nerves. The human body has many places which have greater concentrations of nerves and she rubbed or fondled each one with her hands. That of course included his manhood, which her soft hands molded around and caressed in a way only a succubus could do. Combined with her succubus touch and aphrodisiacs, it didn't take her long to make Michael stand at full mast again. A quick shift put her in range to give him a titty fuck with those soft titties of hers. At first she was gentle, getting progressively rougher until she was rubbing her breasts rapidly in opposite directions.

"AH gaaahaahha ah ahhh... Sherry I'm going to... to..." Michael gasped.

*Spluuuuuuuurt

Michael's whole frame shuddered as he climaxed as soon as he went inside Sherry's cleavage. He cried out and slumped back, shivering in ecstasy.

"*slurp lick smack... Hmm it tastes rich and delicious tonight. If you came so easily then that must mean you are frightfully backed uuuuup !" Sherry sang.

"If he is this ready then I might as well go straight to the main course!" Sherry thought.

Michael was practically incapacitated and stunned by that first climax, so he hardly noticed when Sherry shifted position once more and lined herself up to take the great plunge. He came to his senses at the last second and panted out a weak plea for Sherry to stop.

"What's troubling you now sweetie? I promise I will be gentler this time. Just don't ruin the moment." Sherry reassured.

"I'm not... ready..." Michael muttered.

As she had done before, she hovered her face in front of his. Instead of her usual smile or lustful excitement, her face was solemn and gentle. It was as if she was preparing to say something profound, and Michael could clearly see her dainty throat bob as she gulped.

"Know this. I am addicted to you. I have tasted your spirit and cannot forget it's flavor. To deny me is the cruelest thing you could do." Sherry said.

She moved in to take another kiss, but he shook his head. Somehow, against all odds, he was fighting her powerful succubus influence. At least enough to speak, if a bit slow and forced.

"As cruel as bringing a daughter into the world when I would be a lousy father, no matter how much I want one?" Michael countered.

Sherry's eyes suddenly gleamed brightly with hope and excitement.

"So you really do want a child?" Sherry asked.

"Yes. But like I said..." Michael tried to say.

"Sweetie no. A child is one of the greatest gifts I could give you, as proof of my profound love. Don't deny me the opportunity. Please? I love you so much. I wish for that love to bear fruit." Sherry pleaded softly.

She pressed her body down, which pressed his member against her entrance. Her instincts had told her exactly where to lay on top of him to ensure he had a straight path inside.

Sherry lowered herself with a squish on Michael, very slowly and gently. He gasped as he felt himself slip inside her, with each bump and fold serving as an overwhelmingly pleasurable caress. Just like minutes before the urge to climax came back full force.

"It feels too good! I can't move!" Michael thought frantically.

For the first time since getting to know Sherry, Michael started to feel a little panic. It dawned on him that he was locked in his apartment with magically warded exits and soundproofed walls, naked, surrounded by demonic energy, and with a horny succubus tightly entangled with his pelvis. He was feeling awfully trapped all of a sudden. All he could do was haltingly gasp and shudder as Sherry had her way with him. Sherry saw the look of terror intermingled with ecstasy written all over his face.

"Sweetie, oh sweetie I love you so much. Don't be afraid of my love." Sherry panted.

The look of terror didn't fade. Just as Michael was terrified of having a child Sherry was equally as terrified of not having a child.

"Please sweetie, give me a child. I know it will take years or maybe decades but I want one! You won't have to worry about a thing I promise! I'm BEGGING YOU!" Sherry pleaded, panting heavily.

The look of terror faded away from Michael's face as he heard her words. Those words were all he needed to jog his memory and recall that monsters had a very low birth rate. Despite how many times they did it raw they were notoriously hard to impregnate, and it really could take years or decades of trying to conceive. Suddenly something clicked in Michael's brain.

"What am I doing? I want to fuck her and make her pregnant. Of course I do, she is my wife after all. Why am I ruining the moment by self doubting, when there is my sexy woman right in front of me in need of a good fucking.." Michael thought suddenly.

Michael's facial expressions suddenly changed to reflect his thoughts, and Sherry quickly spotted it. He reached up and strongly clamped his hand on Sherry's shoulder, all traces of his previous paralysis completely gone.

"Sweetie?... *EEP" Sherry cried.

Michael twisted her around and shoved her down while taking her previous position. Their positions were switched with Michael on top and Sherry on bottom. Once there Michael wasted no time in pounding her mercilessly, making her scream in ecstasy over and over for the rest of the night.