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."

5. Chapter 4

Day 4

*Gasp!

Michael's eyes opened and he inhaled sharply when he woke up the next morning. He felt sore and tired to a degree that even deep sleep hadn't helped. Looking around revealed he was quite alone on his futon. He sat up and rubbed his eyes while reading the face of his digital clock.

"Huh, I slept right through my alarm." Michael observed.

Michael threw the blanket aside and slipped his leg over to get up, but paused when he heard hurried footsteps approaching the bedroom.

*CLICKCLICKCLICK

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMP

First the distinctive sound of clacking heels in the kitchen and then dull thumps as Sherry ran down the hallway and rounded the corner into the bedroom at top speed. She was wearing her classic succubus outfit. Her headlong rush didn't stop until she plopped her soft tush down in Michael's lap. She kissed him several times all at once.

"Well good morning to you too! You look as excited as a school girl!" Michael exclaimed, smiling.

"I am! I couldn't wait for you to wake up sweetie! I'm making you a special breakfast filled with love this beautiful morn." Sherry exclaimed happily.

"Sounds delicious. You sure are happy this morning. Did something happen?" Michael asked, smiling.

"Oh not much. I'm just the luckiest succubus that has trod upon the earth." Sherry said, smiling.

"Are you now?" Michael asked.

Sherry smiled even more and pushed Michael over with one firm shove to the chest. Then she laid her body down on top of him and lovingly brushed her fingers over his cheek.

"You made so much a mess of me last night I thought I was going to die ." Sherry sang.

Michael paused for a moment with his brows furrowed in thought as Sherry continued playing with his cheek. She stared lovingly into his eyes, and it seemed as if her red succubus eyes would cast a spell on him. Her soft wet lips continually pecked at his.

"So... I actually did that last night. I thought I was dreaming. What happened to me anyways?" Michael muttered.

Sherry straightened a little and smiled even wider still.

"That was a glimpse of the future. Your body now contains some small amount of my demonic energy. For a brief moment it triggered, and you acted as an incubus." Sherry explained.

"I didn't know that could happen." Michael said.

"It's because you are naturally sensitive to my magic. That and you are pleasantly perverted as a human, much less an incubus. Honestly I think it's exciting!" Sherry said cheerfully.

"Exciting?" Michael asked.

"Mmm hmm! I'm going to do everything I can to make you become like you were last night... permanently!" Sherry said.

Sherry fluttered off soon after, and he found himself getting ready for a shower. As he slowly walked out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom, he couldn't help but smile when he caught a whiff of all the wonderful smells of cooking coming from the kitchen. He hopped in the tub and drew the curtain, and turned on the water.

"Ahhh... that's the stuff there." Michael sighed.

He faced the wall and started scrubbing his hair with shampoo. It wasn't long before Sherry was attracted by the sound of the shower and the smell of warm steam. She came into the bathroom, and dropped her clothes onto the floor and pulled the curtain aside with a devious smile on her lips.

"Gah! Sherry?" Michael exclaimed, startled.

"It's me. Go ahead and turn back towards the wall sweetie." Sherry said nicely.

"Oh...ok. I can't see. There's soap in my eyes." Michael said.

She stepped into the shower with him and closed the curtain again. Soon he felt her fingers rub his scalp.

*sniffsniff

"What is this strange concoction? Some sort of soap you said?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah. It's called shampoo." Michael said.

"It smells nice." Sherry said.

She went back to scrubbing, her dainty fingers thoroughly rubbing his head. Her hand grabbed the shower head, which she used to rinse off the shampoo. Then she switched it out for a bar of soap and a washcloth.

"Hey, you don't have to help me shower you know." Michael said.

"I know, but it's entertaining so I shall anyways." Sherry said, giggling.

...

..

.

*Grope

"Hey, what do you think you're grabbing?" Michael asked, surprised.

"I think I'm grabbing your beloved meaty cock sweetie." Sherry said seductively.

*THUD

Michael ended up turned around and shoved against the corner of the shower as Sherry groped him more and more aggressively.

"St...stop! Wait a minute!" Michael blurted.

"Awww, don't say no to me sweetie. I love you so much, and I just want you to feel good. Didn't you say you wouldn't refuse me?" Sherry asked sweetly.

"...I did say that." Michael said reluctantly.

Sherry grinned in satisfaction and raised her hand over his face, releasing a crimson wave of magic. Michael gasped moments after, and he squirmed uncomfortably. She had cast a handful of spells on him to get the mood going quickly.

*CHU

She kissed him with her plush lips.

"Mmmm Sherry..." Michael moaned.

Sherry pressed herself on his member with an audible squish and began crashing her thighs against him, squeaking and gasping in pleasure the whole time.

"My pussy is in love with your cock! She's quaking in happiness!" Sherry cried.

"Waaaaait! If you go that fast... I'll... I'll..." Michael cried.

He cringed, his teeth gritted painfully tight as Sherry pounded him and forced him to cum right away.

...

..

.

And just as quickly as it happened, it was over. Michael found himself panting and slumped against the shower wall, as Sherry stood tall over him with a devious smile while licking her lips. Rivers of warm water flowed down her flawless body from the still running shower and dripped onto Michael's head and legs.

"You came really hard just now. Are you alright?" Sherry asked.

"I need a minute." Michael murmured.

"As you wish, sweetie. When you're done I'll serve you a yummy breakfast!" Sherry cheered.

She drew the curtain and stepped out of the shower, and wandered off after collecting her clothes. Michael remained motionless in the bottom of the shower for several long moments after.

...

"Holy shit." Michael exclaimed quietly.

~Later~

Michael found himself sitting at the island in the kitchen while Sherry pranced around in an apron and gathered up his breakfast. Michael watched as she expertly arranged the plate, spending extra time on the presentation. Then she placed it down before him with a flourish.

"One breakfast, filled with love~" Sherry sang.

"Whoa! That looks good! Thanks Sherry!" Michael remarked happily.

"You're welcome my love. On today's menu we have a Frittata, a Custarde, a salad of roots, and an apple tart. Does that please you?" Sherry asked, hopeful.

"Well I'm not sure what half those things are, but I appreciate it none the less. Thank you again." Michael said.

Michael took a bite, and instantly smiled.

"You don't know what such simple things are?" Sherry asked incredulously.

"They sound very European. That's all I know." Michael said.

He took another bite, and his smile grew.

"But who cares, because you made it and it tastes REALLY good." Michael remarked.

And so Michael ate his breakfast while Sherry sat across from him and happily watched him eat. He noticed her not eating anything, and commented about it.

"Aren't you going to have any?" Michael asked.

"Any what?" Sherry asked, surprised.

"Breakfast. You should have breakfast too." Michael said.

"Well... I already ate, but I suppose I could have some more if that makes you happy." Sherry said.

"Yeah. It would." Michael said.

"Ok sweetie, as you wish." Sherry said happily.

She bent down on the other side of the island to fetch something and Michael went back to his food. It took him a few moments before it dawned on him.

...

"Wait a tick... she's a succubus. I'm her food." Michael thought.

...

He looked down under the lip of the island, and sure enough there she was working on the buttons of his fly.

"Is something wrong sweetie?" Sherry asked.

Michael blinked a few times.

...

"No. Nothing at all. Go right ahead." Michael said, gulping.

"Awww, you're so good to me. I love you~" Sherry sang.

Michael went back to his meal, feeling Sherry playing with him down below. It became exceedingly difficult to sit up straight, but he bore her sensual assault as best he could.

"By telling her to have breakfast, I basically asked her to blow me. This is my fault, so just suck it up and live with it you idiot." Michael thought to himself.

*Sluuuurp

"Gah!" Michael cried.

"Sorry sweetie. I'm trying to be gentle so you can eat your food as well." Sherry said from below.

Michael hesitated a moment, his eyes glossing over.

...

The switch in his head went CLICK.

...

*Clinkclinkclinkclinkclink

His fork went wild, clicking against the plate rapid fire.

~Two Seconds Later~

Michael emptied his breakfast plate in seconds flat and reached down under the island, feeling around for Sherry. He found her by brushing his fingers against her silky hair.

"What are you doing sweetie?" Sherry questioned from below.

*GRAB

"KYAH! My horns! Not my horns!" Sherry squealed from below.

"Does that feel good? The book says it should. I'll be gentle too." Michael said seductively.

Sherry latched onto Michael's wrists with her hands, but she made no movement to push him away or stop him from gently rubbing the tips of her horns. He was being very careful to not rub the base of her horns, because he knew if he did that then she would go crazy. Sherry was sucking skillfully on his cock with her pillow soft lips.

"Oh shit... here it comes!" Michael warned.

Sherry stopped sucking instantly. Her eyes flicked up at him, her lips still around his member. Slowly she drew her head back and pulled off, and crawled out of under the island.

"I want it in my pussy, not my mouth." Sherry said bluntly.

She grabbed him and pulled him right off the seat and threw him to the ground with a thud. Then she pulled her bikini out of the way, and impaled herself on his shaft.

"Kyah! That's better! I like it here better! Your cock is such a perfect fit!" Sherry squealed.

"Sherry! It's... it's... coming!" Michael cried.

The two of them cried out as they both climaxed at the exact same time.

~Shortly Later~

Michael found himself in the bedroom trying to get dressed, and Sherry was following him around everywhere he went. He grabbed a shirt from the closet and pulled it on, and his fingers went to the buttons.

"I'm going to have to go get more clothes. I think I lost an extra couple pounds from all the... activities we've been doing." Michael remarked.

"No worries my love. I'll help you pick out all sorts of handsome outfits!" Sherry said cheerfully.

As she said that, her fingers began undoing his shirt buttons from behind right as he buttoned them up. When he went to adjust his pants, she began slipping her hands under his shirt to peel it off.

"Wha... what in the world are you doing?" Michael exclaimed.

He went to pull his shirt back on, and she targeted his belt buckle and pants. When he pulled his pants back on she went for his shirt again.

"Stop it! I'm trying to get dressed!" Michael protested.

"Stop it. I'm trying to undress you." Sherry countered seductively.

Sherry abruptly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him backwards down onto the futon. He let out a cry when she did, but she giggled the entire way down. Her legs wrapped around and locked on his legs, and her tail wrapped around his chest under his shirt.

"...But!" Michael cried.

"Shhh... don't worry. Trust me. I'll make you feel really good." Sherry reassured.

She slipped around until she was on top, where she happily crashed her hips into him once more cowgirl style.

"Ahh, your cock is poking my womb! It's wonderful!" Sherry exclaimed.

She rode him hard until he had no choice but to cum in her deepest parts. The look of pure rapture was clear on her face as the spirit energy permeated her flesh. Once he was done spurting the last of his load in her, she pulled herself off and crossed her legs to keep it all inside without losing a drop.

"Whew! That was fun! Now I'll let you get dressed." Sherry said, winking.

...

Michael remained silent.

...

"Sweetie? Do you need another minute?" Sherry asked, smiling.

"Yeah." Michael answered quietly.

"No worries. I'll help you don your clothing dear." Sherry said.

And with that, Sherry tugged Michael's pants up. Just before she buttoned him up, she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his member. Then she got dressed in her own skirt and blouse.

~Later~

Michael looked longingly at his computer as he threw his backpack on and headed for the door. Because he had woken up so late, and because Sherry wasn't giving him a chance to breathe, he hadn't had a chance to finish his morning routine before needing to leave for school. He paused right at the door, remaining motionless as a stray thought ran through his brain.

"Is something wrong sweetie?" Sherry asked, concerned.

He looked up at her, and stared at her for a few seconds as he looked for the words.

...

"No. Nothing. Let's go." Michael said.

Sherry's eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment.

"Now... what thought might be brewing in your mind? Are you perhaps considering staying home and fucking all day?" Sherry asked, grinning.

She came a little closer, her face hovering right in front of his.

"Because you already know my answer." Sherry added.

"No Sherry. I definitely need to go to school." Michael said firmly.

Sherry's deviant smile grew.

"Are you sure about that?" Sherry asked.

She gently pulled her blouse out of the way and let one of her boobs pop free. Michael was unfazed.

"I'm sure. Let's go." Michael said dryly.

"Tsk. You're immune." Sherry muttered.

Sherry closed the door behind him and locked it, and readjusted her blouse, while Michael looked around outside. Despite the sun being clearly in the sky, the area looked dark and overcast. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted up from under his patio, and he saw the back of his grumpy neighbor's head as he walked down the stairs.

"Good morning!" Michael said cheerfully.

.

..

...

"Good morning Mr. Collins! How are you doing this fine day?" The neighbor asked cheerfully.

Michael nearly shat a brick when he heard his normally grumpy old neighbor suddenly reply to his greeting with a kind reply of her own. There was no disdain or sarcasm in her voice like normal, but rather a happy cheerful tone of voice. The biggest shock of all was when Michael got a good look at her, and he quickly realized she wasn't an old lady anymore. In fact, she wasn't entirely human anymore either. She had become a succubus with all the expected extra trimmings. Her horns protruded slightly from under her golden hair, and her wings and tail were nearly invisible under her clothes. Wisps of protective fur peeked out of under her sleeves. That informed Michael that she was just a lesser succubus, and not a full succubus like Sherry. His natural level of wariness towards her increased a hundred times over.

"Well? How are you doing Mr. Collins?" The neighbor asked again.

She flicked her cigarette and knocked some ash off of it, and patiently waited for Michael to answer while eyeing him with her red eyes.

"I'm doing fine thanks for asking." Michael muttered robotically.

By then Sherry caught up, and took up her usual position hugging Michael's left arm. She looked the neighbor over with an expression hinting at dislike.

"I believe you have some things to say to my sweetie?" Sherry said darkly.

Sherry's steely eyes flashed angrily for just a second, but it was enough to get the idea across. The neighbor immediately straightened obediently.

"I've been awfully bad to you Mr. Collins. You're a good kid and you didn't deserve any of it. I don't know why I did those things, but I guess I've been given a chance at a new life. I'm sorry." The neighbor explained at length.

Sherry formed a pleased smile on her face as the neighbor came over and hugged Michael after her apology. Of course Michael's brain was quickly spinning its wheels in confusion.

"Do you forgive her sweetie?" Sherry asked.

...

A wicked smile formed on Michael's lips.

"Apology accepted. Now don't you think you better have a talk with that gentleman who is always hanging around here?" Michael suggested.

"Oh goodness gracious I believe you're right! Good day Mr. Collins!" The neighbor said hurriedly.

Suddenly she ran down the sidewalk and around the apartment building, and out of sight.

Michael turned to Sherry with a serious look on his face.

"So how far has it spread? The demonic energy that is." Michael asked.

"I know not, but I would guess likely a mile." Sherry guessed.

Michael nodded to himself and grunted, then walked to the Duster and opened the door. Once he got in he reached over and unlocked the door for Sherry. He did not start the car, and Sherry looked at him quizzically after she buckled in.

"So... is this a dark demon realm or a bright green demon realm?" Michael asked quietly.

"Neither. This is not a demon realm yet, merely a slight aura of magic. What kind of realm would you like sweetie?" Sherry asked.

Michael glanced at her sideways briefly.

"She can do that? Just pick what kind of demon realm this town will turn into?" Michael thought.

Michael cranked his car and it roared to life, and he let it idle as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"I think a dark demon realm would do it. Besides, I hate being in the sun and this damn desert could use a little cooling off." Michael answered.

"As you wish sweetie. However, to do that we will need to corrupt many more people to build up enough demonic energy. I know not of a simple way to do that." Sherry added.

...

"Just... do what you need to do. I'll study on it a while." Michael said quietly.

Sherry glanced sideways at Michael with a surprised and concerned expression. Michael threw the Duster in reverse and pulled away from the apartment complex.

~Shortly Later~

Michael parked the Duster at the college and yanked on the parking handle. He looked over at Sherry briefly before turning the key.

"Sherry, your horns are showing." Michael warned.

"EEP! Sorry!" Sherry squeaked.

The engine sputtered to a stop and he got out while glancing at his watch.

"Ok. We're good on time, even with Sherry all over me this morning." Michael thought.

Without saying a word, he hustled off towards class. Sherry followed close behind with her high heels clicking away on the concrete sidewalk.

...

..

.

They were within sight of the class when Sherry suddenly snagged his wrist.

"Wait sweetie." Sherry said.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"Nothing. Just come with me." Sherry said, grinning.

She diverted him sideways, making a beeline straight for the bathroom.

...

"I saw it on your face. We're ahead of schedule." Sherry said, walking briskly.

"Wha... how in the world did you guess that?" Michael asked, stunned.

"Because you had a worried squint in your eyes, and it went away when you looked at that clock on your wrist." Sherry said knowingly.

"OK, your face reading skills are just a little scary." Michael remarked.

...

Her eyes glanced at him sideways briefly.

...

Sherry continued pulling on his wrist until she pushed aside the swinging bathroom door and pulled him inside. The door slammed shut behind them.

Once Michael was inside the restroom, Sherry abruptly turned and cast a spell on the closed door. Then she stalked off to inspect the stalls for any strangers.

"You should not fear my powers. They exist solely to benefit you." Sherry said distantly.

"Is that right?" Michael asked.

Michael tried the door out of curiosity. It was quite locked.

"Of course! However, I am still loyal to my beloved mistress. My powers cannot be used against her, only for her." Sherry said.

She returned to Michael, having found nobody else in the restroom. They were alone.

"So, I wish for you to look me in the eye one last time and tell me that you intend to help me in the name of the demon lord Lilith." Sherry said firmly.

"I've already said..." Michael tried to say.

"Yes yes, I know that. I want to hear it again." Sherry said.

She stepped closer, her eyes looking pleadingly into his eyes.

"I beg of you. Please, swear fealty to my mistress. As her knight, I may accept your oath until you meet her in person some day." Sherry said.

She produced her sword from under her invisibility spell and offered it to him.

"You may borrow my sword, for you have none. Do you know what to do?" Sherry asked.

Michael hesitated for a moment, taken completely by surprise by what she was asking.

...

"Well sweetie?" Sherry pressed.

"Ye...yeah I friggen know how it works!" Michael blurted.

"Good. Then take my sword, and swear fealty to my mistress. To the demon lord Lilith." Sherry instructed.

"Nope. Nothing doing. Stow it." Michael growled, scowling.

He pushed her hand away that was offering her sword. Her eyes went wide.

"Why?! You must!" Sherry pressed.

She offered her sword again. Michael pushed it away.

"I'm an American. I refuse to bow to anyone. That includes you, and that even includes Lilith." Michael asserted.

Sherry gasped.

"NO! You must! I know not what an American is, but you simply must swear fealty to Lilith!" Sherry insisted frantically.

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Because you are my husband! Are you not grateful that I am here?" Sherry asked.

"Of course I am. I'm still not swearing servitude to anyone." Michael said firmly.

"But you wouldn't have to do anything!" Sherry argued.

Michael remained silent.

"Please sweetie, just do it. Let go of your pride just this one time. Lilith always takes good care of her servants." Sherry reassured.

"Nothing doing. I know for a fact that not every monster girl is strictly loyal to Lilith, even if they do follow her orders. Why should I be forced to do it?" Michael argued.

Sherry's eyes flicked downwards.

"That... is true." Sherry admitted reluctantly.

Sherry was silent for a few long moments, not certain what to say at that point. She eventually switched tactics, and stepped closer to Michael. Her hands slipped under his shirt and she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Please, do it for me. You want to, don't you? After all... I only have the lewdest plans for you." Sherry said seductively.

She squished her body against his and kissed him passionately, her wet sticky tongue tasting the inside of his mouth.

"Are you implying that if I don't do it, you'll stop?" Michael asked between kisses.

"Never. My love is unconditional." Sherry breathed hotly.

She kissed him again, even deeper that time.

"I want you to know, without any doubt, how wonderful I am. So you may think I am worth it, and reconsider." Sherry whispered.

"There's no doubt about that. You're pretty wonderful." Michael agreed.

"Then you'll reconsider?" Sherry asked, hopeful.

...

Michael thought to himself a moment.

...

"Why can't I just promise to help you complete your mission? Isn't that good enough?" Michael asked.

Sherry hesitated for a moment.

"That... I suppose... would be acceptable." Sherry relented.

"Good. I promise to help you complete your mission and turn this place into a demon realm, and hopefully create a portal back to your world." Michael said.

Sherry stared intently at Michael's face as he said that, and she slowly broke into a wide smile.

"Somehow... I know that your word means just as much as any oath of fealty. Thank you sweetie." Sherry said happily.

Michael nodded and turned to tug on the door again.

"Don't suppose you could let us out now?" Michael asked.

"Of course I will not. I brought you here to fuck after all." Sherry said, smiling evilly.

Michael threw his hands up in frustration.

"Oh for goodness sake! I need to get to class!" Michael exclaimed.

"Later. I'm in the mood for love~" Sherry sang.

...

He glanced at his watch quickly, grimaced, then started quickly unbuttoning his belt buckle.

"Let's have a challenge. How fast can you do it?" Michael asked.

"That's not much of a challenge sweetie. Hehe..." Sherry giggled.

She waved a magic covered hand in front of his eyes, and the two of them sank to the ground.

...

..

.

~Meanwhile~

"Why's the restroom door locked?" A student wondered.

*Knockknockknock

"Just a moment~" Sherry answered, singing.

...

The student glanced at the restroom sign. It was the men's room.

"That... sounded like a woman." A student muttered.

The student hesitated for a moment before briskly walking off, glancing back nervously before rounding a corner.

*Creaaaak

"Hmm? Oh well. Whoever it was is gone. Want to go another round sweetie?" Sherry asked excitedly.

"mmMMMMmmmph!" Michael cried.

"I'll take that as an enthusiastic yes!" Sherry said happily.

...

..

.

~Shortly later~

Michael and Sherry found themselves at the door of the first class of that day. Coincidentally it was the very same class that Sherry had disrupted not two days before.

"Sweetie, wait." Sherry said suddenly.

She reached out and raked her fingers through his hair.

"There you go. Your hair was messy." Sherry said sweetly.

"So is yours." Michael said, raking his fingers.

He glanced at his watch.

"Oh shit! One minute!" Michael exclaimed.

He turned and tugged on the door handle and marched inside the classroom, his head held high. He had his books and materials, clothes tucked in, and the right attitude. All completely prepared for class.

...

What he didn't expect was the comments made by all the students who swiveled their heads his way, the instant they laid eyes on him.

...

"Holy shit the fatso isn't a fatso anymore!" Someone exclaimed.

"Oh crap! I forgot about that!" Michael thought.

He came to a dead stop, not certain what to do. Part of him thought about turning right around and leaving, and the other part was desperately searching for some sort of comeback. In the end it was Sherry who won out, by gently pressing on his back to encourage him to keep walking.

"Go sweetie, you can do it." Sherry whispered very quietly.

Michael walked as casually as he could to the front of the class and pretended nothing was wrong, despite being half his previous size and having a supermodel bombshell clinging to his arm. The instructor was none too pleased to see Sherry's return, even if his eyes were firmly glued on her rocking figure. Michael and Sherry sat down.

"Mister Collins! Why have you brought that distraction, I mean woman, to class again? And what the heck happened to you!?" The instructor barked.

"There are plenty of empty seats. What's the issue?" Michael countered calmly.

He conveniently left out any comment about his weight.

"It's against policy. She isn't enrolled in this class and can't be here." The instructor insisted.

Michael was just about to reply when Sherry squeezed his arm reassuringly and stood up. She walked right up to the instructor and held out her hand.

"My name is Searraigh and I do apologize for being a nuisance the other day. Hopefully we may come to terms." Sherry said.

The instructor instinctually shook her hand out of reflex, and the moment their hands touched his expression slackened slightly. It might have been difficult to notice had someone not been looking in the right spot, but the moment their hands made contact Sherry's eyes flashed crimson. The handshake was merely a distraction to draw attention away from the real trick.

"Yes Mrs. Collins. You did absolutely nothing wrong." The instructor said robotically.

"Would you please let me stay here with my husband? I cannot bear to be parted from him for even a little while." Sherry asked nicely.

"Yes. You can stay with your husband. You cannot bear to be parted from him." The teacher said, monotone.

Michael slapped his face firmly with his palm.

"Oh boy, there's that succubus trance again." Michael thought.

The whole class was in an uproar over what they saw happen to the instructor. Several accusing voices cried out.

"What did you do to him?"

"Are you a hypnotist?"

"Leave him alone!"

"You don't belong here!"

Sherry simply turned to face the whole class and let the people speak a while without showing any reaction on her face. It was a rather emotionless expression, but in reality it was what her face looked like when she was intensely concentrating. There was a flash of pure crimson demonic energy, and every voice in the room fell abruptly silent.

...

Michael stared at Sherry for a moment, then slowly looked around in confusion.

"Wait... what the frack?! Damn it Sherry, what did you do?" Michael demanded.

"I hypnotized them, so they would be silent. Their voices were beginning to grate upon my sensitive ears." Sherry said, frowning.

"But why didn't I get hypnotized too?" Michael asked.

"I simply singled you out. After all, there would be no point in hypnotizing my own husband. You already belong to me." Sherry said, grinning devilishly.

Michael sat back in his seat, wearing a perfect poker face.

"Get this straight once and for all. I do not belong to you, or anyone other than myself." Michael said, monotone.

Sherry smiled in reply, but said nothing.

...

The faces of all the students were just as blank as the instructor, and they were all motionless in their seats staring straight at Sherry. She was no longer in her human disguise, rather having inadvertently revealed her succubus form after using such a large burst of magic.

"This is the next step in our plans to create a demon realm sweetie. Notice if you will the number of females in the room." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

"Sherry, I think we're making a big mistake." Michael said quietly.

"Nonsense sweetie. Utter nonsense." Sherry chastised lightly.

"So what are you going to do? Cut them with your magic sword?" Michael asked, curious.

"Goodness, no! That's violent!" Sherry exclaimed.

Sherry stepped towards the nearest female student.

"Never fear dear, I am going to give you a wonderful gift. You will know happiness you could never comprehend as a human." Sherry said serenely.

The whole room took on an ominous red glow, and a swirling black pool of ink formed at Sherry's and the female student's feet.

*SNAG

Black tentacles grabbed the girl, and lifted her out of her chair. Michael heard a small moan come from her lips.

"I am going to turn to into a succubus, much like how I became one. Then you'll feel joy in your new body." Sherry cooed.

A multitude of black tentacles emerged from Sherry's back near her wings. They consisted of and were dripping with inky black demonic energy. The tentacles wrapped around the girl and writhed around her skin until it engulfed her. The demonic energy quickly soaked into her skin and began morphing her body.

*Creeeeaaaak

*Pop

*Snap

*Swish

Her flesh shifted and changed shape and texture. Where flawed human skin once was, flawless mamono skin took its place. Fat deposits repositioned themselves to her hips and bust. Her hair grew longer and became silky and had a healthy gloss. She was becoming quite the beautiful woman in her own right, but Michael still thought Sherry was prettier.

When it was all over, another lesser succubus was born. A woman of devilish beauty and charm, where a drab and plain human had been before. The woman slumped, her body gently lowered to the floor and allowed to finish transforming. Michael had watched the whole thing in amazement and awe. That was the first time he had ever seen someone corrupted into a monster before. It amazed him, and he wondered what it felt like for the woman. She had acted like it was quite pleasurable.

"Hey Sherry, do her next. She's the one who rags on me the most." Michael said, pointing.

"As you wish, sweetie." Sherry said.

The tentacles extended from her body once more and engulfed the indicated woman. Unlike the first woman, the second was completely engulfed and the ball of tentacles slowly shrank. From between them oozed a blue substance which dripped to the ground and collected into a viscous puddle. Eventually the tentacles returned to Sherry's back and all traces of the human woman were gone, replaced by the jiggling puddle on the floor. The girl had been turned into a slime.

"Have I satiated your desire for revenge against those who have tormented you? Or is there another?" Sherry asked.

...

"I wasn't looking for revenge. I just wanted her to stop." Michael said simply.

"But surely you desired some form of payback! They are such awful people!" Sherry insisted.

"I'm not the revenge type. Just do your thing chicken wing, and leave me out of it." Michael said.

Michael settled down in his chair again as Sherry eyed him incredulously.

"Chicken wing? Gah whatever." Sherry thought.

Michael watched with shaded eyes as Sherry systematically corrupted every woman in the classroom. Each time she got near a male student, she would place a sleeping spell on him and move on. Each female was transformed into a random monster species, mostly based on Sherry's particular whims. Before long the room was filled with an eclectic bunch of monsters of every size and type. There was a lamia and a harpy at one desk and a couple succubii at another, and even more sprawled around inspecting their own bodies in confusion. Ranging from Minotaurs, to Devil Bugs, and everything in between. All the male students that had been rendered unconscious were in great danger from the new monster girls who were eyeing them lustfully.

"Much better. Now class can finally start!" Sherry exclaimed happily.

Just after saying that, the instructor started moving towards the board while still in a deep trance.

"Oh no, not you mister instructor. Go home to your wife and show her how much you love her." Sherry ordered.

The instructor put down the whiteboard marker he had picked up and walked out of the classroom without even grabbing his bag or his jacket. Sherry followed him until he was gone and then magically locked the door behind him.

"Where's he going?" Michael asked.

"He's going to give his wife a little present, which will slowly turn her into one of us." Sherry said.

"Clever, it's a Trojan Horse. Very clever." Michael admired.

"That said sweetie, would you be so kind as to help me? I could use assistance instructing these girls on what to do now." Sherry asked nicely.

"Erm... okay? I'm not sure what I could contribute." Michael said, uncertain.

He stood up out of his seat, still confused as to how he could help.

"Ah sweetie , you're the best! Thank you !" Sherry cried.

A multitude of demonic energy tentacles appeared out of Sherry and grabbed Michael, lifting him in the air and plopping him onto the long table at the front of the class. His loud indignant cries were silenced by a small burst of magic from Sherry, and he limply sank down onto the table.

"Wha... She...rry?" Michael slurred.

"Oh don't give me that face. Be a good sweetie and submit, and enjoy yourself. I am a master at this!" Sherry said, smiling.

Sherry started stripping off Michael's clothes while the monsterized female students gathered close with lustful anticipation on their faces.

"Now pay close attention class. This is the proper way for a monster to treat a human male. The first thing you must know is all humans are precious. Males especially." Sherry said formally.

Michael was completely naked down to his skivvies on that table while his fellow female classmates looked on with slovenly gazes. The very first thing Sherry did was lean down and gently kiss Michael. All the new monster girls licked their lips.

"Males require all the tender love we can give them. They may not admit it, and maybe even reject it, but they require it to live. So I recommend lots of sloppy wet kisses!" Sherry said cheerfully.

Then she rubbed her fingers all over his body, and gently massaged several hidden erogenous zones. Michael let out a quiet moan.

"Males also love to be touched. It's written into their instinct to want to be touched by our soft fingers." Sherry continued.

She leaned down and squished her soft body against his, rubbing her breasts up and down against his chest. Her stiff nipples tickled his skin.

"They also absolutely love it when they feel our soft bodies against theirs. I recommend lots of touching and cuddling at all times." Sherry said.

The newly born monster girls clustered around, watching Sherry play with Michael's body with lewd grins on their faces.

"Ooo that looks fun. I want to try."

"Yeah. I never thought about it before, but it makes sense now."

"Guys are really neat after all, aren't they?"

"I can't believe I used to hate on men. They seem so important all of a sudden."

Sherry smiled as she listened to her pupils speaking amongst themselves.

"Yes yes. You understand now. Males are precious beings to us females. Is it not easier to love them than it is to hate them? Do they really deserve hate?" Sherry said.

"But they do weird shit all the time. It's like they're stupid." A student said.

"Oh, it's not nice to call males stupid dear. They just act silly sometimes. We females mustn't judge them, rather we should guide them. They just need their heads set right sometimes." Sherry said kindly.

"But men stink, and they're always starting fights." A student argued.

"Exactly. But we shouldn't shun them. We should bathe them, and love them tenderly so they don't want to fight. Don't you think that would be nice?" Sherry suggested.

Sherry saw all the new monster girls nodding in agreement, and decided it was the right time to transition to the real topic she wished to discuss.

"Now, sometimes males want to be silly and refuse our kisses and loving touch. They just don't understand how we females think, so we have to show them by force. How do you show a male you love him?" Sherry asked.

"Make love?" The students asked.

"That's right! Now I'll show you the best ways to communicate how much you love him." Sherry said happily.

She fluttered up above the table with her wings and gently settled down on top of his stomach. Her hands caught his wrists, even though he was incapable of fighting back.

"We're stronger than males, so it's good to grab their wrists so they can't push you and your love away." Sherry explained.

"What if he says no?" A student asked.

"Just keep going. It's for his own good. You want him to be happy right?" Sherry asked.

All of the new monster girls nodded instantly.

"Then force him. Pin him down and force him to see nothing else but your body. Overpower him and press your body against his. You know you want to." Sherry said.

*Smooch

"Attack all his weak spots and cover him in kisses. Then he won't want to fight back. Be sure to take away his weapons just in case though. And use your unique bodies to your advantage." Sherry instructed.

Her tail wrapped around one of his wrists, the other still held by her hand.

"He might struggle, and even say awful things, but don't take it to heart. They're just frightened. All you need to do is force him to see how wonderful we can be. Silence his words with your tongue." Sherry continued.

"Then what?" The students asked.

"Then he is yours to do with as you please. Drown him in your love, and cover his body in your scent so that he may be marked as yours. Fuck him so hard that he never forgets his first time with you." Sherry said, grinning.

Sherry giggled.

"Just like this." Sherry said, grinning.

Sherry's skirt was draped all around Michael's hips. She did that on purpose, to conceal the view of what she was doing from her students.

"Sweetie is mine. I will choose when he is exposed in public, and when he is not." Sherry thought.

After a few moments of shifting around to position herself just right while moving his clothes, and making doubly sure her skirt blocked the view, she squatted down on top of him.

*Squish

All the new monster girls lit up as soon as they heard the telltale sound of Michael's member sliding into Sherry. She began casually rocking her hips while instructing her students.

"You must use your lower body to rock back and forth. If you rock side to side, you can get your male in even deeper. Use your new body to your advantage so you may find more pleasure!" Sherry instructed.

*Squish

*Schloop

*Plop

*SMACK

*SMACK

*SMACK

"Ohh... sweetie. You're hitting my womb." Sherry moaned.

Sherry kept right on riding Michael while speaking, her skirt being the only thing hiding what they were doing from the dozen onlookers.

"Notice his face? This is the kind of expression you want to see. It shows that he is enjoying himself immensely!" Sherry explained.

All of the monster girl students nodded quickly, watching in glee as Sherry continued violating Michael. She showed them some more common erogenous zones on the male body, as well as tips and tricks on how to stimulate them. Many of the onlookers started rubbing themselves as they watched, their lust boiling over and making them lose control. Of course Michael could see none of it, because he was still under Sherry's mysterious spell. All he could hear was the sounds of several excited monster girls and the SCHLOOP SCHLOOP sound of them fingering themselves.

"Do it! Make him blow his load!"

"Can we watch up close?"

"I bet he'll scream his head off."

"Ride him harder and make him pass out!"

...

"When you're done, I want a turn."

"Yeah! Me too!"

"Me three!"

"I wonder if he has enough jizz for us all."

...

Sherry stopped abruptly. Groans of disappointment came from the monster girls clustered all around on every side of the table.

"You may now begin. Go to these delicious men here in this room, and show them what you have learned. Today is the first day of your new life, and there are many more things to learn." Sherry said.

The sound of rushed movements and chairs skidding filled the room, and then a full blown roman orgy began. In the corner of Michael's vision, he noticed Sherry watching her new pupils while nodding and smiling in satisfaction. She looked down at him and giggled.

"A grand beginning to a new era wouldn't you say? Oh dear, you're still under my spell." Sherry remembered.

Sherry snapped her fingers and Michael immediately jerked, having been snapped out of his enthralled state.

At the same time Michael woke up, every other man in the classroom woke up and found themselves being violated by a horde of thirsty monster girls. Michael sat up and immediately closed up his undone clothes. It took him considerable time for his mind to start clearing out the fog.

"You did a wonderful job sweetie, thank you." Sherry said, grateful.

*chu

Sherry lightly kissed him on the lips, and smiled at him. She seemed especially happy in that moment.

"Whoa... I feel funky." Michael complained.

Sherry immediately wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again.

"I know sweetie and I'm sorry." Sherry said softly.

"Why'd you stop?" Michael asked.

"If I had let you cum, those girls would have swarmed all over you. You're not ready for that yet." Sherry whispered.

"Thanks I guess." Michael said dryly.

...

Michael looked at his watch and noted that the class was officially over. It occurred to him that the class was probably over in more ways than just one. But that didn't encourage him to push Sherry away. She was hugging him and he was perfectly fine with letting her.

"Oh... sweetie..." Sherry murmured.

"Hmm?" Michael hummed.

"I know I surprised you, but you helped me. Just as you promised. It's a very little thing in the grand scheme, but it means so much to me." Sherry whispered.

And with those words, any and all thoughts of voicing retorts for what she had done faded completely from his mind. Not that he was terribly inclined to complain much in the first place, but her happiness seemed to tamp out the urge completely.

Michael glanced over at the monster girls viciously raping the men in the room. It took him a second, then he looked away and shivered.

"What about them?" Michael asked.

"It will take them time to adapt to their new bodies. Many fled the room as soon as I finished my lesson, presumably to find the one their hearts desire most." Sherry said.

Michael nodded and glanced once more at the obscene fuck fest happening not a few feet away. By then several of the lesser succubii had already completed their transformation into full succubii. Several others were gently coaxing their unconscious partner and trying to wake him up so they could keep going. Many of the men were pleading for mercy, and as many men were consumed in pleasure and happily participating.

"What would you like them to do now sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Well shit. Might as well go for broke. Sherry, release the kraken!" Michael chuckled.

.

..

...

"But sweetie, I didn't create any krakens." Sherry said, confused.

*Smack

Michael's face firmly met his palm.

"If you had wanted a kraken, then you should have told me before I ran out of human females!" Sherry squeaked.

"It's just an expression! It means let them out into the wild!" Michael exclaimed, exasperated.

...

..

.

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhh~" Sherry exclaimed.

She walked to the center of the classroom and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. The girls didn't seem to happy being interrupted, but they listened to their mistress none the less.

"Go forth into this world and find human women to give the same gift I have given you. Teach them the joys of womanhood and the mamono body, and teach them the things I have taught you." Sherry commanded.

The women nodded and whispered sweet goodbyes to their mates, and slowly one by one filed out of the classroom. Many carried with their men with them, but many placed spells on their captives and left them behind for later. So all that was left was a handful incapacitated men, Sherry, and Michael who was tugging the last of his clothes straight.

"What about these men? Can you turn them into incubi?" Michael asked.

"No. It is much harder to turn men into incubi. My sword was granted the ability to transform one man, and only one man." Sherry explained.

"That was meant for me wasn't it?" Michael asked.

Sherry nodded.

"I was supposed to turn you into an incubus right away as a reward for calling our world. You were to be granted immense power and a new body, and I was to become your mate." Sherry explained.

"But what happened?" Michael asked.

"I was foolish. In my desire to find you, my path lead me to a dangerous place. I was forced to defend myself. Now my sword can corrupt none other than females." Sherry finished.

Michael nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's better this way. Getting cut by a magic sword is lame. I'd rather boink my way to becoming an incubus." Michael said casually.

Sherry broke out laughing and shaking her head.

"That's my lovely perverted sweetie! Just the man who would call on a world full of dick crazed sex demons!" Sherry remarked, smiling.

Grabbing his things, Michael slung his pack over his shoulder and prepared to leave. One of the few conscious men tried to stand up, but his limbs gave out and let him collapse in a groaning heap. Michael looked at him, recognized him instantly, and shook his head.

"Don't bother. She'll hunt you down even to the far corners of the earth. There's no escape." Michael said flatly.

He crouched down and looked the man in the eye for emphasis.

"They aren't human anymore. Even if you run, she can literally sniff you out. You can't hide." Michael added.

"How... are you doing this?" The student asked weakly.

Sherry stepped closer and loomed over Michael and the incapacitated student.

"He was lonely, and he summoned me here from my world. Now I intend to rebuild your world for him, and for my mistress." Sherry explained happily.

...

The student got a confused look on his face and slumped back, his stamina completely gone.

"I think it's time for humanity's reign to end. The era of the monster girl is at hand." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

"Hate... monster girls. It's a retarded anime trope." The student grumbled.

"Monster girls love you." Sherry retorted.

"Something you should already know from the looks of you." Michael observed.

"I'll tell the police." The student murmured.

"Ah I already met them. They are likely aaaaaall corrupted by now!" Sherry said cheerfully.

"As you can see there is no stopping it anymore. This world is screwed... literally!" Michael said gleefully.

Michael straightened and started walking towards the door.

"You bastard. You sold us out." The student hissed.

Michael came to an abrupt halt.

...

..

.

Sherry watched him carefully, not saying a word, as he slowly turned and faced the man on the floor. He did not crouch down again to be on the same level as the one he was speaking with. He no longer deserved that form of courtesy.

"Sold you out? I didn't sell anyone out." Michael said darkly.

"You did. You sold us out just so a fucking lazy smelly fatso like yourself could get laid. You selfish prick, you don't care about anyone but yourself." The student accused.

Sherry drew her sword, the anger clear on her face. Michael reached out in front of her and held her back. Michael's next words were barely restrained, but calm.

"To sell you out, you would have had to be on my side in the first place you little shit. But NOPE! I've never done anything to you or anyone else, but I'm always getting the shit end of the stick!" Michael exclaimed.

He took a step forward, his gigantic shadow falling on the trembling student.

"So EXCUSE ME if I wished for a DECENT PERSON to spend my time with! And even with all the shit you've given me, I'm STILL TRYING TO HELP YOU PRICKS!" Michael bellowed.

Michael took a breath, trying to get his temper under control.

"And excuse me if I'm sick and tired of watching the world take a great big swirl around the toilet. I'm old enough to see the change. Men and women cheating on each other, war, hatred, fanatics, cults, riots, and political oppression." Michael finished calmly.

Once more he turned and made for the door, tossing one last statement over his shoulder before he pushed the door open.

"Enjoy your new life. I know I'll be enjoying mine. The world isn't so hopeless anymore." Michael said.

And with that, he pushed the door aside and walked out.

As Michael made his way outside, he took another deep breath to calm himself down. It was his old Irish temper getting to him, and for years it had been a struggle to control when the world seemed hell bent on demonizing him. After calming down a bit, he looked around the campus.

...

"Whoa!" Michael coughed.

All around him as far as the eye could see was groups of monster girls chasing people. There were people running every which way to escape the ever increasing population of monster girls. From what Michael could see, the population was already doubled and growing exponentially. One girl made two, which made four, which then made eight.

"Your next class is in this direction, right sweetie?" Sherry asked, pointing.

As she asked that, a human woman ran by at top speed while screaming in terror. An Arachne was hot on her tail.

...

Michael grabbed Sherry's hand.

"Okay, we're leaving." Michael said hurriedly.

He pulled her along towards the car, and she sighed happily while grinning like an idiot.

"Ahh, he's holding my hand with such strength! I'm going to get wet again!" Sherry thought.

Shortly later, they two of them were sitting in the Duster. It took some doing to get Sherry to let go of his hand so he could pull out his keys, but eventually a little bit of verbal persuasion got her to let go. He buckled himself into his seat, but he paused and didn't start the car.

"Why do we not go to your classes?" Sherry asked.

"Because... that." Michael pointed out the windshield.

Not far away, a minotaur was pinning a man to the hood of a clapped out Honda while violently raping him.

"Does it displease you?" Sherry asked, suddenly worried.

"I just never thought it was going to happen this way. I thought we would think up some sort of sneaky tactic, not just bluntly begin turning people into monster girls in public." Michael said.

Sherry's eyes went wide.

"But you said to release them!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Yes, but I'm doing damage control. They would have gone out anyways on their own at that point. I said I thought this was a bad idea. Didn't Lilith tell you to ask me for help? I know this world a lot better than you." Michael finished.

"I've erred? Oh dear, I didn't think of what I was doing!" Sherry thought.

...

She rocketed across the car and grabbed his shirt.

"Please forgive me sweetie! I didn't think that the normal corruption tactics Lilith laid out might not be useful here!" Sherry squeaked.

"Usual corruption tactics?" Michael repeated, confused.

...

Sherry seemed just as confused as Michael, and she pulled away slightly.

"Yes... do you not know them? You seem to know so much about us mamono." Sherry remarked.

Michael shook his head.

"Oh, I see. Since there are so few mamono compared to humans, the typical tactic is to find groups of human females and corrupt them. That means the humans become corrupted from within. We try to avoid direct conflict when possible." Sherry explained.

"I get that, but I don't think you understand the scale of what we're dealing with. Your tactic might work for a village or city, but not here." Michael said.

"Yes sweetie. I understand. I shall not err again. Was that all you were upset about?" Sherry asked.

"Well... no. I'm a little miffed that my classes got interrupted again. I paid a lot of money to take them you know." Michael said.

"AHH! I didn't think of that either! Oh no! Sweetie I'm soooooo sooooorrrrryyyyyy!" Sherry wailed.

Sherry flipped out as she took his words way too hard for how Michael had meant them. It seemed as if she was in anguish somehow.

"I have had an extensive education, and if you want I can be your tutor! Test me on anything and I will prove my worth!" Sherry insisted.

"Anything, huh?" Michael asked.

Sherry furiously nodded her head up and down. Her fingers clutched at his cheek, as if to encourage him to say yes. Her confidence level was astounding.

"Alright then, what is the current in a series circuit with one component, and has a resistance of a hundred and fifty ohms and fifteen volts are applied?" Michael quizzed.

Sherry turned pale. Her confidence was crushed instantly.

"GUH!" Sherry choked.

She had no idea what he was talking about. She stammered a little, and wracked her brain to think up some answer, any answer, to save face after her boast. Her discomfort quickly turned into agony as she let out a low pained cry.

"Sherry stop! I'm sorry I asked such a mean question." Michael apologized.

"Give me a chance! I know I can help your studies and make up for my blunder somehow! " Sherry asked.

"How about a kiss?" Michael suggested, grinning.

...

"If that is what you desire, but I would give you one anyways." Sherry said simply.

She leaned forward and planted her soft lips on his.

...

..

.

"Hmm... thank you Sherry." Michael hummed.

"It's nothing, but what of your studies?" Sherry asked.

"I know the material front to back. Going to class is mostly a formality to get a piece of paper that claims I know what was taught. I was bored during those classes most of the time." Michael explained.

"Oh, I see." Sherry said.

Michael shook his head, and looked around the campus. There were not many people to be seen, other than a few monster girls who had captured their prey and were still having their way with them.

...

"Sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah?" Michael answered.

...

"That man in there. The rude one. I don't want you to listen to what he said. You aren't all those horrible things he called you." Sherry said.

"I know. People just call me that because I was overweight. I'm used to it. It's not worth arguing about it." Michael said.

Michael started the Duster and began backing up to leave.

"Besides, the smelly ones are the ones who show up to class reeking of skunk weed and cheap booze. I hate those ones the most." Michael added.

"If you dislike them so, then why come at all?" Sherry asked.

"If I ever want to have nice things, then I need to finish school. Like more than one chair, or a bed that isn't on the floor." Michael said.

*Sigh

"At least I don't have any more classes for the rest of the week." Michael said.

Michael threw the car into first and pulled out of the parking lot. Off to the right, a monster girl was chasing a woman across a grass lawn and quickly gaining ground.

"The answer was one hundred milliamps by the way." Michael added.

"Kyuuuu..." Sherry whimpered.

As Michael pulled out of the parking lot, a long line of police squad cars were entering with their sirens blaring and lights flashing. Michael kept driving, unwilling to tangle with the police despite what Sherry had said about them already being corrupted.

"I hope all those monster girls will be alright." Michael worried.

"I'm sure they will." Sherry reassured.

Had they known what happened, the two of them would have been reassured. As soon as the cops showed up to the scene, the former humans turned monsters scattered like sticks to the wind and disappeared. The cops found exactly nobody to arrest.

~Later~

Michael drove back to the apartment, his eyes wide and alert on the road. Several more lines of squad cars roared by, but none of them disturbed the Duster at all. When Michael and Sherry got within a mile of the apartment, the sunlight suddenly dimmed without warning. It was as if a storm cloud was blocking the sun, yet the sky was clear.

"So I guess that's the edge of the demonic energy. I couldn't even tell there was anything there until we entered it." Michael observed.

"That will change when it becomes a full dark demon realm. It can be seen from a distance." Sherry warned.

"Hopefully by then the city will be mostly corrupted, and it will spread out to the rest of the country and even the world without problems." Michael said casually.

*BRAAAAaaahhhhh

Michael downshifted, expertly hocking the car around a turn. Sherry's arms shot out to either side in surprise until the car straightened out.

...

"Sweetie, how many people are in this world? I never thought to ask until now, but you warned that I do not grasp the scale of things." Sherry asked, curious.

Michael slowed the Duster and came to a stop at a stop light. Sherry took the opportunity to take a drink of water from a bottle.

"Oh it's changing all the time, but I figure around seven and a half billion." Michael said nonchalantly.

*Cough cough

*Choke gag gasp

"SHERRY?! Are you alright?" Michael cried.

Sherry had started choking on her drink and Michael pounded on her back while grabbing for her water. He made her take another drink, and then she coughed some more. While she recovered, the light turned green and Michael resumed driving. He glanced over at her worriedly a few times.

"I'm...*cough cough... okay sweetie. You took me by surprise. I didn't know you were such a trickster." Sherry said, chuckling.

"I'm no trickster. In fact, my number is probably too low by now." Michael said.

*COUGH COUGH

"Seven and a half BILLION?! By the Maoyu that really is an unimaginable number of people!" Sherry blurted.

Michael rounded the last corner and parked in front of his apartment complex. He then turned off his car with a sputter.

"Did Lilith or Druella really expect you to corrupt this whole world on your own? What were they thinking?" Michael asked.

"I know not what they were thinking. My guess is they believed this place to be a small dimension with perhaps a few million humans, and nothing more. Druella said there were many humans here, but I'm certain they had no idea." Sherry said.

...

"I suppose millions would be a lot of people in your world." Michael said.

"Yes. There are only a few million in my world. Although I cannot guess exactly how many." Sherry said.

Michael grabbed his backpack and hopped out of the car while continuing his conversation.

"I guess that leaves two options. Either spend all your time opening a portal to your world, or just corrupt the people here slowly." Michael reasoned.

"Perhaps it would be wise to corrupt the people here first, then focus on opening a portal when we would have an excess of energy." Sherry suggested.

Michael nodded and handed his keys to Sherry so she could open the apartment door. She took a moment, found the correct key, and began unlocking.

"I promise to fix the wards on this door soon sweetie." Sherry said.

"Okay. Take your time. Building up enough energy to get back to your world is more important at the moment." Michael said.

She swung the door open and Michael headed through the doorway. He paused and offloaded all the stuff out of his pockets into a bowl, and then headed inside. The door shut quietly behind him.

"So, I was thinking that maybe you could use your powers to..." Michael tried to say.

Sherry suddenly interrupted his train of thought by sliding her hands and arms under his shirt and peeling it up and over his head. Her lips found his neck and crept up to his ear.

*Mmph

*Pwah

*Lick

"I'm unbelievably ready. Let's finish what we started earlier." Sherry whispered seductively.

She caught his fingers from behind and rocked her body gently side to side, all while smooching his neck and humming.

"Wait a minute Sherry..." Michael tried to protest.

"A minute is too long. I don't want to wait sweetie. I love you too much." Sherry interrupted.

Her hands slid under his waistband and started pulling his pants off.

"It's alright sweetie. I'll be very gentle. I wouldn't want to wear you out before tonight." Sherry reassured.

She spun his naked body around and pulled him close, clicking their bodies together. Somehow Sherry was already naked, although Michael wasn't sure how she managed to do it so quickly. They both fell into Michael's chair, and Sherry caressed his body.

"Shhh... don't resist. I know you want it." Sherry breathed hotly.

Her lips and tongue brushed against and sucked on his chin and neck, and worked down to his chest. Michael couldn't help but shudder in pleasure from her attack. It felt like pure condensed pleasure was warmly radiating into his body every single place she touched him.

"Hah...hah... so hot..." Michael panted.

"I know how to keep my man warm." Sherry said seductively.

Sherry slowly teased Michael's body, going from place to place whenever the whim hit her. Her fingers rubbed his shoulder blades, and she kissed and licked his chest.

"You taste delicious. I could eat you right up!" Sherry joked.

On a whim, she abruptly jerked her head up and planted a love bite right on his neck. He cried out, in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

"Tha... that's enough! Sherry! You're driving me crazy!" Michael cried.

He tried to push her off, but his hands couldn't find a grip on her smooth supple body. She giggled.

"What are you doing big man? You're far too tense. Just feel these stiff muscles. You poor thing, you must be so tired. I'll take care of it." Sherry said sweetly.

Her lips opened slightly and a fine red mist came out. It snaked and writhed through the air as if it had a mind of its own, and it went straight for Michael's nose and mouth. As soon as he got a whiff or a taste of it, his brain did a hard reset.

"Ehh...hhhh...hhhnnnn..." Michael moaned.

He sank down, all his muscles forcefully relaxed.

"Ahhh...ahhhh... thaaaats it. Just relaaaaax. Hmm. You're way too tense all the time. I won't allow that anymore." Sherry cooed.

*Smooch

"I shall use all my magic and every bit of my body on you if that's what it takes. It's just like I told those new girls at the school. You need a woman's touch... desperately." Sherry said.

*Smooch smooch

"Do you know why you're tired? It's because you resist me a little each time. You aren't conscious of it, but you are. It's causing your fatigue." Sherry said.

She repositioned her body and pressed her hips down, taking him inside her slowly. Every little bit he slipped inside caused her to gasp and moan in pleasure.

"Ahn~... there you are. Right where you belong. Hehe, big man with a big cock." Sherry marveled.

She slowly began rocking her hips as she normally did, but she was being very gentle. It was clear that she was trying to be considerate of how Michael felt, even if she was forcing herself on him once again. Sherry, much like every other monster girl in existence, could not understand the concept of NO.

"I'll teach you that it's better if you submit whole heartedly. That way you'll relax and quit wasting your energy. Then we can do it nonstop until you become an incubus." Sherry finished.

"In...cu...bus..." Michael slurred.

And it was so that Sherry rode Michael right there in the living room, on top of his favorite chair, while indulging herself in pleasure. Of course she flung every trick she knew right at him to drown his spell-addled body in pleasure as well. Even then, she was gentle as promised. Sometime around an hour after they got home, and right around the fifth load, there was a visitor at the door.

*Ding Dong!

Sherry ignored it. Her hips kept right on sliding on top of Michael.

*Ding Dong!

Michael's head turned slightly towards the door, but Sherry turned him back.

"Ignore it. It doesn't matter. Look at me. Have eyes only for me." Sherry said, panting.

Michael's slightly unfocused eyes settled on Sherry, and they lingered there.

"That's it. Just look at my body. Nothing else matters." Sherry said.

As she said that, Michael began to hallucinate that all other things besides Sherry began to melt away. The things in the room, the walls, and even the apartment itself faded away. Everything melted and turned to black, other than Sherry's glistening beautiful body.

"Cum for me. Don't hold back. Shoot out all that sticky white stuff. My magic can help your body make plenty more." Sherry encouraged.

"Gaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Michael cried.

Michael's head collapsed on Sherry's shoulder, his strength depleted for the moment. Sherry held the back of his head and rubbed her fingers through his hair.

"That's it. Good job sweetie. You filled me up so much. Just catch your breath for a moment." Sherry said calmly.

She gently laid him back in the chair and planted a smooch on his lips before peeling herself off him.

~Shortly Later~

Sherry stood in front of Michael and smiled down at him, watching as his breathing made his chest rise and lower slowly. He was staring downward towards her feet, the spell partially broken.

"You're so cute, even if you are a big man. I like it when you lose yourself like that." Sherry giggled.

On a whim, Sherry went to the front door and opened it. She peeked out to see if there was any sign of those who had been at the door earlier. A note stuck in the door caught her eye. It was a pamphlet.

"Hmm? Sweetie, whoever it was left a note." Sherry said.

She plucked it with her dainty fingers and closed the door, then glanced down at her hand to read it.

...

..

.

Sherry's eyes narrowed to slits. Her mouth muttered an angry expletive.

...

She looked up at Michael, who at that point was tiredly looking at her. Then she looked down at the note again.

"It cannot be. Not here. It's... impossible!" Sherry cried.

Suddenly she rushed forward and grabbed her clothes from the floor. They were donned within seconds. Then she grabbed Michael's clothes.

"We must flee! The order has found us!" Sherry cried.

Michael was snapped out of his drowsy state instantly, his eyes going wide in surprise. Sherry was rushing around the apartment, shoving things between her breasts for storage. She especially spent lots of time in the kitchen, where Michael heard the sound of crystal objects clinking against each other.

*CRASH

"Damn it!" Sherry cussed.

She darted out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, then returned almost immediately.

"Sweetie! I know you warned me, but I must touch your things! Forgive me!" Sherry cried.

She then ran back into the bedroom, and Michael could clearly hear her rooting around in the closet. He heard an ammo can rattling, and he heard her cussing repeatedly. Then she returned and practically threw his Beretta into his lap. One of his rifle slings was dangling out of her blouse, and she was tucking it in. It was obvious she was so terrified that she was running wild.

"I'm sorry! You will need it!" Sherry cried.

Sherry turned and began casting magic into the center of the living room. It swirled around like a small tornado until it formed a glowing circle on the floor. Papers went flying everywhere as the apartment was filled with rushing wind. She turned to Michael, and leaned down towards him and looked at him with tear filled eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie. I must spirit you away from your home. I know not where, but it must be far to escape the influence of the church. I'm sorry sweetie but I have no choice. Good night." Sherry said regretfully.

*POP

She cast a sleeping spell on him, causing Michael to slump. Then she scooped him up in her arms as if picking up a child, lifting his big 6'1'' frame with ease. Carrying him easily, she stepped into the portal and the two of them were whisked away.

~Later~

Michael finally snapped out of the spell Sherry had placed on him. He found himself somewhere unknown, laying on a bed that wasn't his, all while being ridden aggressively by Sherry.

"Huuu..." Michael moaned.

"Ah, you woke up! Perfect timing!" Sherry cried, panting.

"Huuh?" Michael slurred.

*Schloop

*Schloop

*Schloop

...

"Sher...wai...ahh...AHHHH!" Michael cried.

His cries were muffled by a sudden kiss, and he had no choice but to silently cum in her deepest parts. When it was all over, Sherry pulled away and left a string of saliva linking their mouths.

"Ahh... it's so tasty! I'm certainly addicted!" Sherry remarked.

...

..

.

Michael caught his breath, and abruptly grabbed Sherry and twisted her around until he was on top and pinning her to the bed.

"Are you going to ravage me? Go ahead, I'm ready." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

Michael didn't make any move towards her. Instead, his head turned left and right as he looked around. They appeared to be in some sort of log cabin. He could see the branches of a pine tree out the window, and the sun was still shining.

"Why do you hesitate my love?" Sherry asked.

His head swiveled around and he looked back at her.

"Where are we?" Michael asked.

"I teleported us far to the north, about three weeks by horse. This house was abandoned, so I thought we could stay here for the night." Sherry recounted.

"Is it three weeks later?" Michael asked darkly.

"No. You were only asleep a half hour or so. My magic allowed us to travel instantly, what would take a horse three weeks." Sherry explained.

...

"So I'm not far from home. Good." Michael said.

"Ehh?" Sherry grunted, confused.

Michael pushed off her and swung his legs off the bed. He was up and tugging his pants on just a few moments later. Sherry watched him from the edge of the bed on all fours, her eyes like the eyes of a predator.

"What are you doing, playing hard to get? Maybe your fetish is being undressed by me?" Sherry asked seductively.

Michael remained silent.

"It would be easier if you just stuck your dick in me." Sherry pointed out.

"You're bucking for a full on section 8." Michael jabbed.

"Bucking for a what?" Sherry asked, confused.

He turned and made for the door, tucking his Beretta in his waistband Mexican style.

"I'm gone. Peace out." Michael said.

Sherry gasped audibly, and immediately rushed after him. She caught one of his hands and stopped him. It seemed she was more terrified than angry, and she clutched his arm like a little girl might clutch a favorite teddy bear.

"You cannot! It's too dangerous!" Sherry cried.

Michael wrenched on his arm and pulled free, much to Sherry's shock.

"I'm going home. End of story." Michael said firmly.

"NO! Don't leave me! You must stay! Above all else, you must stay with me!" Sherry cried.

She grabbed him again. That time pinning his arm behind his back. She pulled on him frantically, trying to make him go back to the bed.

"Gaaaah! Stop resisting! Just come... back... to... BED!" Sherry cried.

She pulled him back and shoved him onto the bed, then collapsed on top of him. Her hands clenched his wrists tightly, pinning them to either side of his head.

...

..

.

There were several long moments of silence, with the two of them looking at each other. Finally Sherry broke into tears, and the hot drops fell from her eyes and onto Michael's cheeks.

"Why are you crying?!" Michael asked.

"Because, my imagination betrays me. For a moment I imagined what life would be like... if you were to die." Sherry said quietly.

Just saying that out loud made her tears increase dramatically.

"I love you! I love you more than anything in the world! If I were to lose you, I don't know what I would do! You're my light! You're my everything!" Sherry wailed.

Her tears rained down on him like the monsoon rains, each one scalding his skin.

Michael's originally hard and angry expression softened. He had thought she was crazy before, but it was dawning on him that perhaps there was something else happening that he wasn't aware of yet. The way she was acting was bringing back memories of friends long since passed. She reminded him of how they would act, from time to time.

"Sherry? Let go of my wrists." Michael said calmly.

"Never. I won't ever let you go." Sherry choked.

...

"I promise that if you let go of my wrists, you won't regret it." Michael reassured.

Her tear filled eyes flicked up to his in surprise. It took her a few moments, but slowly she released his wrists. They ached from how tightly she had been holding them, but Michael didn't hold it against her. She was obviously quite afraid, and the urge to comfort her filled his heart. He gently wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him.

"Shhh... don't cry. Just tell me what got you so fired up. What was on that note?" Michael suggested softly.

Sherry slowly reached between her breasts and felt around inside until she found the pamphlet. Then she showed it to Michael.

"Why didn't you ever tell me the order controlled your city?" Sherry asked tearfully.

Michael's eyes flicked across the pamphlet for a few moments, but he already knew what it was as soon as he laid eyes on it. He had seen that same pamphlet many times before, as well as the people who typically left them stuck to doors.

"The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. That's the Mormon church down the street a few blocks." Michael explained.

"So close by! That's how they found us so quickly. If I had known, I would have done things much differently!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

Michael sighed a little internally, finally starting to get an idea of what was happening.

"Do you see sweetie? This is why I have stolen you away from your home. Now will you run away with me?" Sherry asked.

"Nope. I'm going home. There's a lot of things you can do to me that I'll accept. Reverse rape, spiked food, Shanghaiing my apartment. But I won't accept kidnapping. That crosses the line." Michael said.

"YOU FOOL! The order will DESTROY you! I know... I've seen it." Sherry said, trailing off.

"You saw what?" Michael asked.

...

Sherry hesitated a moment, seemingly struggling with the words that were about to burst forth against her will.

"I told you I was a knight! Did you not listen? Have you wool in your ears?" Sherry shot bitterly.

"I heard you." Michael said simply.

...

"I told you I was a knight and a hero in the order. What I didn't tell you... was how devout I was. And what it means to be a hero." Sherry admitted at long last.

...

"There it is. That's what I was looking for. I knew it. She's got shell shock, just like my old friends who were in the army." Michael thought.

"I was ordained by the chief god herself. She gave me powers far beyond what a normal human could have. An..." Sherry paused, choking.

"And you used those powers. As a knight. Fighting monster girls." Michael said.

Sherry nodded reluctantly.

"I saw many families torn apart. They will take you, and they will punish you for daring to accept a demon like me into your home. Into your very life." Sherry said darkly.

Sherry brushed her fingers against his cheek. A simple caress from someone who had a heart full of love.

"Just letting a monster like me touch you like this is grounds to be punished. And for having a copy of the encyclopedia... death." Sherry said.

"If the order saw the shit I have on my computer, they would probably draw and quarter me." Michael chuckled.

Sherry's eyebrows shot up for a moment, then a devious smile formed on her face. She giggled a couple times.

"I shall take you far away from other people, deep in the mountains where nobody goes. There, I will build a castle that is surrounded by impenetrable wards. You will be safe, and live there... forever." Sherry said sweetly.

"Assuming I would even want to live in a dark castle forever, and I don't, what about your mistress?" Michael asked.

"The seed is already planted. I merely need to wait. And you needn't worry about being alone. I would ensure you drown in pleasure so much that you never care to leave." Sherry reassured.

"It's not going to be an issue... because I'm going back to my apartment." Michael said.

Sherry's normally smiling face lost all form of cheer in an instant, her smile flipping downward into a deep angry scowl.

"Fool! Why won't you understand? Why won't you cooperate? I must protect you at all costs! If I were to lose you, then there would be nothing left in the world!" Sherry shouted.

"You're spinning your wheels over the wrong people. The LDS church has nothing to do with the order." Michael said flatly.

...

Sherry squinted in suspicion.

"Nonsense. The church IS the order!" Sherry argued.

And so Michael began explaining what a church was in his world. He explained that the word 'church' was a very generic term for a place of worship, and that there were countless beliefs all across the world. Everyone believed something different, and not everyone got along with each other. Then he explained that there were NO mainstream beliefs even remotely connected to the order, that the order did not exist there, and that the closest thing that was even remotely similar was the occasional cult.

"Are you sure? Would it be that you have simply lived so long under their oppression that you believe their propaganda? I know all too well how mind bending powerful it can be!" Sherry asked incredulously.

"I'm sure." Michael said.

Sherry was silent for a while as she read Michael's expressions very carefully.

"I believe you sweetie. I'm sorry, but I had to be sure." Sherry said.

"Good. Now can we go home?" Michael asked.

Sherry paused for a moment, and a devious smile formed on her lips.

"Are you sure you don't want me to continue with the kidnapping? I'll take you to a place of eternal pleasure." Sherry offered.

"I'll have eternal pleasure whether in some castle or in my apartment, so if it's all the same I'd like to go home." Michael said.

"Awww. But I thought it was romantic!" Sherry whined.

...

Michael remained silent.

...

*Sigh

"Very well, as you wish." Sherry said.

"Let's leave some cash on the table for whoever owns this cabin, and lets go home." Michael said.

...

..

.

~Later~

Michael and Sherry reappeared back in the apartment, riding a whirlwind of crimson magic. The very first thing Sherry did after getting back was to place new wards on the door, just in case. Then she went around the house and returned the things she had taken in such a hurry. There was a broken jar on the kitchen floor, which she swept up. Then she went around the apartment and tidied up everything her magic had dislodged and blown around.

"Well! Everything's back to normal! Excuse me while I..." Sherry said, walking towards the bedroom.

"While you what?" Michael asked.

He followed her into the bedroom. She began to get a nervous expression.

...

"Oh well... this and that. You don't need to worry sweetie."Sherry said nervously.

She went into the closet. Michael followed her.

"So... what's the 'this and that' you're going to do in my closet?" Michael asked pointedly.

"GUH!" Sherry coughed.

...

"Well uh... uh uh... I was uh... going to... CHANGE! Right! I was going to change my clothes! Could you give me a moment?" Sherry asked nervously.

"Sure. While you're changing your clothes, I can dig my firearms out of between your tits." Michael said darkly.

"GUUUUH!" Sherry choked.

"You thought I forgot didn't you?" Michael asked, scowling.

"I had hoped you would forget, so I could quietly put them back. Please... forgive me sweetie!" Sherry cried.

...

"No. Now open up. I want them back." Michael said dangerously.

His fingers made a 'gimme' motion. Sherry shivered and undid her bra, clearly upset over how he had answered. Michael didn't hesitate to stick his hand inside her cleavage for even a moment.

"Just so you know, I don't like this. I think it's gross." Michael noted.

...

..

.

He went up to his wrist, then his elbow, and then his shoulder. There was an empty space inside that had a ton of random objects floating around. He grabbed one that caught his attention, and withdrew it. His hand was holding a pair of his very own skivvies.

...

"Why? Just why?" Michael asked.

He looked at Sherry's sheepish expression.

"Never mind. I know exactly why. Pervert." Michael said.

"And proud of it." Sherry beamed.

...

"Put it back." Michael said flatly.

"Yes sweetie." Sherry said, dejectedly.

He stepped back and watched silently as Sherry quickly and respectfully put everything back exactly as she found it. His firearms included. She then apologized one more time, smooched him on the lips, and sashayed out of the room.

~Later~

Michael was sitting at his desk working on some homework, when Sherry came along and plopped down in his lap without warning.

"Well hello there! Need something?" Michael asked cheerfully.

"I had hoped you were in a better mood." Sherry said.

"Oh don't worry about that. I don't hold grudges unless someone does something really awful to me." Michael reassured.

"I see. That makes my heart glad to hear. If you held a grudge against me, I don't know what I would do." Sherry said, relieved.

Her expression darkened for a moment just after she finished her sentence.

"But do not be too forgiving or trusting of strangers, lest you be stabbed in the back." Sherry warned.

"Ok. Then get out." Michael joked.

"Whaaaaa?!" Sherry squeaked.

"Well, you said not to trust strangers. I just met you the other day, so get out." Michael said, smiling.

"But... but but but... I'm an inma! You can always trust an inma!" Sherry argued.

"Oh relax. I'm just teasing." Michael chuckled.

"Fuuuuuu that's mean!" Sherry complained.

She pouted, clearly upset that he would even joke about not trusting her. He planted a kiss on her cheek, and her pout instantly inverted into a smile.

"So, was there something else you wanted to talk about?" Michael asked.

"Hmm... no sweetie. I just want to cuddle." Sherry said softly.

"Ok, that sounds nice." Michael said cheerfully.

With that, he leaned forward slightly and snatched his notebook off the desk. He simply used his free hand and balanced his notebook on the arm of that old chair.

*Scribble

*Scratch scribble

...

Sherry cocked her head down and looked at what Michael was writing.

"What arcane language is that sweetie?" Sherry asked, curious.

"The same one we're speaking." Michael said casually.

Her eyes widened a little and she looked at the writing while scratching her head, but didn't ask any more questions.

...

..

.

~Shortly Later~

Sherry remained polite and quiet as she cuddled with Michael, but that didn't stop her from focusing all her attention on him the entire time. Her attentive eyes watched every move he made, and every emotion that crossed his face. Michael didn't really pay her much mind, since it seemed she was content to simply watch in silence. But when he felt her soft lips press against his neck, he paused and turned to her.

"Are you waiting for me to do something? I'm new to this whole relationship thing." Michael asked.

"You mean sex? No sweetie. Not just yet. I just want to learn more about you." Sherry said.

Michael thought to himself for several long seconds.

"I suppose a kiss tells her a lot about me. She is a monster girl after all." Michael thought.

*Smooch

His lips met hers, and he gave her a soft kiss to return the countless kisses she had given him. Then he turned back to his work and began writing again.

"Go ahead. Do what you want." Michael said.

"If I distract you, please tell me. I'll stop." Sherry said, smiling happily.

Her moist lips pecked at his skin several times as her fingers found their way under his shirt. Usually when Sherry touched or otherwise fondled Michael's body, he was stricken with intense pleasure. But Sherry was holding back her body's natural abilities. Her touch felt nice to Michael, but it was definitely no different than if a human touched another human in the same way.

And it was so that Sherry spent at least an hour quietly exploring Michael's body as he simply scribbled away in his notebook. She even went so far as to open his shirt and move her wet kisses down his neck and onto his chest.

"Hmm... you taste so good. Sweetie, can I ask you some questions?" Sherry murmured.

"Sure." Michael said.

"Tell me once more sweetie. Does the order exist in this place?" Sherry asked quietly.

"Unless they came here the same as you, the answer is a definitive NO." Michael said confidently.

"I see. They likely heard your message the same as us, but I doubt they will send anyone." Sherry said.

"Even if they did, I don't think normal people would give them the time of day." Michael said.

"Do you worship god?" Sherry asked.

Michael's writing hand froze mid sentence.

"Oh crap. What do I say?" Michael thought.

...

..

.

"The chief god can go take a long walk off a short cliff." Michael deflected.

"Hehe! Good! I like the sound of that!" Sherry exclaimed, smiling.

Michael nodded, and went back to his work.

A few minutes later, Sherry started a new conversation.

"Sweetie, what is an American?" Sherry asked.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that." Michael chuckled.

"Yes indeed. You said that was why you wouldn't swear fealty to Lilith. I was curious as to why." Sherry said.

...

Michael sighed and put his pencil down, and looked at Sherry directly.

"An American is a person who lives in the United States of America. That's the country we're in right now." Michael explained.

"Is it a large country?" Sherry asked.

"Pretty large. There's three hundred and fifty million people here, just ripe for becoming demon realm residents." Michael explained.

"OOOOooohh! That's wonderful!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

"But... that's not an answer to my question." Sherry added.

"I was getting to it. Anyways, long story short, this country was founded on the principle that all people are equal." Michael explained.

"Even your rulers and military?" Sherry asked incredulously.

"That's right. They don't have any more or less rights than the rest of us. Everyone down to the lowest pig farmer up to the highest diplomat is equal under the law." Michael said.

Michael took a deep breath.

"A lot of good people died to create a country like this. As a citizen of this country, if I were to get on my knee and permit myself to be subservient to anyone, I would be disrespecting all those men who fought for my freedom." Michael said.

Sherry's eyes went wide in surprise.

"So if you got on your knee and swore eternal fealty to Lilith..." Sherry started.

"I would be subservient to Lilith. So I refuse." Michael finished.

...

"Hubris. Arrogance. Pride. I'm disappointed sweetie." Sherry said darkly.

"Well that's just tough. If you don't like it, well frankly I don't give a damn. My way, or the highway." Michael retorted.

...

Sherry sighed.

"At least I know your reasons, and they aren't specifically against my mistress. Thank you for that. I won't ask you to swear fealty again." Sherry relented.

"Can I have a kiss?" Michael asked.

Sherry arched her head back and looked up towards Michael, her eyes lidded and her lips parted slightly.

"Always." Sherry murmured.

*Smooch

"I love you sweetie." Sherry whispered.

*Smooooooooooch

.

..

...

Little did Michael know, but Sherry had an ulterior motive for sitting in his lap. She had told the truth about wanting to learn more about him, but that was not the primary reason for her being there. While she had explored his body with her fingers and lips, she had released small bits of her magic into his flesh. When he was engrossed with kissing her, she released even more magic.

~Later~

Michael opened his eyes and jerked awake. He was sitting in his chair just like before, but he was alone. A bead of sweat ran down from his soaked hair and into his soaked shirt. His notebook and materials were stacked neatly on the desk.

"Huu... Sherry?" Michael called out.

"In the kitchen sweetie!" Sherry answered distantly.

Michael crawled out of the chair and staggered to the kitchen, wiping sweat from his brow as he went.

...

..

.

When Michael wandered into the kitchen, Sherry looked up from what she was doing and immediately chuckled. He swayed seductively a little as she came out of the kitchen and straight towards him. She had a comb in her hands, and she inspected his hair.

"You look like a hot mess sweetie." Sherry said.

"I feel like a hot mess. What happened? I don't remember the last little while." Michael asked.

"You got a little excited, so I blew you." Sherry recounted.

...

"Blew... me?" Michael mouthed the words.

"Yeah. Like this." Sherry said.

She formed her lips into the shape of an O, and used her tongue to bulge the side of her cheek. Her hand formed a circle in front of her mouth, and she winked at him suggestively.

"I don't remember any of it." Michael muttered.

"Aww, a shame. You seemed to really enjoy it as it was happening." Sherry giggled.

Michael rubbed his tired face, his tired eyes drooping. It took him a few long moments to come up with some sort of reply.

"It's a good thing you're a friendly succubus or I'd be in trouble." Michael said tiredly.

"Oh you're in trouble alright mister." Sherry said.

She dragged the comb through his hair, straightening it somewhat. It was soaked in sweat.

"You're in severe danger of being completely drowned in pleasure. Whether that's a bad thing... well that's up to you." Sherry said, grinning mischievously.

She turned him around and faced him towards the bathroom. Then she gave his rear enough of a smack to make him jump without hurting any.

"Alright sexy man, go bathe yourself. When you return, I will serve supper." Sherry said.

"Okay." Michael murmured tiredly.

He shuffled off, leaving Sherry alone in the kitchen shaking her head.

"Males. They're so helpless without females around. Even this apartment was a disaster when I first came. To think, dust was permitted to settle here! Goodness!" Sherry recalled.

~One Shower Later~

After Michael finished his quite refreshing shower, he wandered into the kitchen and found Sherry hard at work chopping a tomato. She was humming a strange foreign tune that he didn't recognize. Before she could react, he snagged a bit of tomato and made for a cupboard. Sherry squeaked in displeasure over the loss of her tomato.

"Now now sweetie... don't get any strange thoughts about preparing any food. I won't let you ." Sherry sang.

"I know. I just want a glass of water. Don't mind me." Michael said.

Michael opened the cabinet and fetched a normal everyday ordinary drinking glass. But before he could do anything with it, Sherry snatched it out of his hand. She looked at it in admiration.

"Amazing glasswork, this would cost a fortune in my homeland." Sherry said.

"It's just a cheap glass. I think I paid a buck for it. Can I have it back? I'm thirsty." Michael said.

"No worries, I shall fetch you some water." Sherry said.

"Gees, I can't even get my own water?" Michael complained.

"Nope!" Sherry sang.

...

Michael plopped his glass of water down and sat at his desk. Having finished his homework, he put away his supplies and cleared his desk. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for what was to come. He was about to do a lot of brain storming. Thoughts of Sherry's mission, as well as the sudden plan to go to the car show, bounced around inside his brain.

"I wonder how would be the most efficient way to expose as many people as possible to demonic energy. Maybe at the car show itself?" Michael thought.

Michael got up and grabbed his copies of the MGE from the shelf, and began studying on how demonic energy worked.

...

Meanwhile, Sherry was happily humming a tune while stirring Michael's meal and thinking similar thoughts.

"Perhaps I can find a shop somewhere that I could buy some things to improve this humble abode. All while scouting this massive city for a good spot to corrupt females." Sherry thought.

...

"Despite sweetie's words, I must inspect this Mormon church personally as well." Sherry thought.

...

Sherry carefully filled a plate with the meal she had made and arranged it to look nice. Then she carried it out and placed it in front of Michael with a flourish.

"Here you go sweetie. One meal made with love." Sherry cheered.

"Thanks Sherry, you're the best!" Michael exclaimed.

"All the better to coax forth a smile." Sherry said.

Michael turned to shoot her a toothy smile but paused when he got a good look at her.

"Eh... Sherry? Where's your horns?" Michael asked.

"I hid them, because I am stepping out. Fear not sweetie for I shall return soon." Sherry said, stepping towards the door.

"Hold up. Wait a tick." Michael said.

Michael dug into his pocket and pulled out his old Nokia cell phone, and handed it to her. She looked at it quizzically.

"What is this strange bauble?" Sherry asked.

And with that, Michael took several minutes to explain what a cell phone was, and how to use it. He showed her how to dial and answer calls, and then they did a test call. Michael went into the other room and rang the cell phone with the home phone.

*Deedle-oodoo deedle-oodoo deedle-oodoo-doo

The ringing stopped and silence filled the line, but Michael could hear Sherry softly speaking in the other room.

"You have to hold the phone to your ear." Michael's voice said.

"Ah there we go! I can hear you! Can you hear me? Can you? Can you?" Sherry's voice asked excitedly.

"Yeah you're coming through crystal clear. Now to hang up all you have to do is push that same button. Go ahead and do that." Michael's voice instructed.

The line went dead and Michael walked back out into the living room and hung up his home phone. Sherry was looking the Nokia over in amazement.

"This is such a wondrous invention! It's not as clear as in person but it's still a great comfort and convenience hearing your voice from far away. How does it work?" Sherry asked.

"Well it uses a radio frequency of around 900mhz on the GSM band to transmit to a cell tower, where it's routed..." Michael tried to explain.

"Sweetie! Sweetie stop! Just stop." Sherry exclaimed, shaking her head.

"But I didn't get to the part about digital signal compression and the plain old telephone system yet, and that's the best part! Oh oh oh... and digital analogue converters!" Michael whined.

Michael would have kept talking but Sherry leaned forward and planted a light sweet kiss right on his lips and silenced him.

"Stop it sweetie, you are making me feel ignorant. I'm just happy it works." Sherry insisted.

Sherry stole one more passionate kiss and quietly walked out while he leaned against the wall with a silly happy smile on his face.

~Later~

Sherry found herself walking down the streets of the city, heading in the direction of the Mormon church. She had the pamphlet firmly clutched in her one hand while her other hand clutched a brand new purse. Inside the purse was Michael's Nokia, and the toy dimension where she had previously kept hidden in her cleavage.

"Sweetie said he didn't like me keeping things between my breasts. I hope this pleases him." Sherry thought.

Before long, she had arrived and was observing the church from a distance. She was hidden, watching from atop an office building. Her succubus eyes watched like a hawk.

...

"I see no soldiers training or blasphemer's heads on pikes, so perhaps sweetie was telling the truth. Dare I go down there for a closer look?" Sherry thought.

...

Sherry fluttered her wings and landed softly in the alley behind the office building. In a crimson flash she was one again disguised, and she came into view of the church. She walked nervously towards it, each step slowing down until she was within a hundred yards.

"It's a drain but I dare not go in there without some sort of advantage." Sherry thought.

A flash of black quickly blotted out any view of her, and when it cleared it took Sherry with it. From Sherry's point of view, whole world shimmered around her as her magic allowed her to see through the cloaking spell. Invisible and silent, Sherry plodded towards the church main doors. It was a pair of tall majestic swinging doors with large vertical handles. Just before she touched the handles, she quickly cast spells of magic detection to search for booby traps.

...

She searched, and searched, and searched again. Her eyes raked up and down the crack of the door and the doorframe, looking for triggers or trip wires.

...

"Nothing. Even the poorest church on the fringe territories had at least some detection spells. I don't like this at all." Sherry thought nervously.

Sherry's keen ears could hear the sounds of activity inside, and her curiosity got the better of her. She risked all and opened the door so she could slip inside.

...

..

.

Sherry made it inside without issue and found herself quietly walking the halls and peeking into the rooms of the church. Her heart was pounding, and she was quaking in a mixture of excitement and terror. She felt adrenaline and excitement doing something dangerous, but at the same time the thought of being captured and executed as a monster and never seeing Michael again was terrifying. Even with that thought, she thoroughly scouted out the whole building starting with the smaller rooms and moving up to the larger ones.

"This brings back memories. How uncanny." Sherry thought, shivering.

Much of the symbolism and artifacts inside the church were either identical or very similar to a typical order church. The atmosphere, sights, and even the smells were very similar. Each one sent a shiver down her spine and put her in a worse mood. They served as unpleasant reminders of her past life in the order knighthood.

"I know not about this place, but I hate the order and all the lies and subversion they stand for. Nothing good ever happened in any of their holy churches, just more misery and suffering." Sherry thought, seething.

She was beginning to doubt what Michael had told her, especially with how similar the place looked to an order church. Crosses, banners, trinkets, art, and building design were all similar. Too similar. The wild idea popped into her head to burn the place to the ground.

"I saw it all. The priests getting fat off the peasants and using their influence to gain power, and at the same time forcing me to commit atrocities in the name of god." Sherry thought angrily.

The boiling rage Sherry felt was growing and threatening to overflow. Some of her magic started to channel to her hands and small flames appeared. Her hatred and anger towards the order was so great that it managed to burn away her normal calm and sweet succubus nature.

"They sent me out to smite the blasphemers and heretics, and I did without question. So many families destroyed. So many rivers of blood by my sword. For possessing a banned text like the Encyclopedia, I would have been obligated to slaughter even my sweetie!" Sherry thought in a rage.

Sherry raised her fire engulfed hands and prepared to release fiery apocalypse on that building.

...

*TSSSSSS

...

She was heartbeats away from release, when suddenly a new sound made her pause.

"Is that... singing?" Sherry thought.

She scowled, still planning on burning the building to the ground.

*Singing

...

"Who's singing that? It sounds... so happy. So honestly happy. Nobody sings happily in an order church!" Sherry thought.

Sherry quickly moved towards the noise and found herself looking into a large room with several chairs filled with people. By her best guess, there were around fifty or so. At the far end of the room was an altar and a man and woman kneeling before it, with a priest standing nearby singing a song. When the priest finished, he came over to the man and woman kneeling at the altar and spoke about how to have a happy marriage.

"This... is a wedding ceremony?! What?! But the order would never do something like this! Weddings are a product of Eros, and only popular in the demon realms!" Sherry thought, gaping.

Sherry eyes remained fixated on the scene as the priest asked for their vows and asked them to care and love one another for all eternity. The couple solemnly did so, and the priest declared them sealed. The two exchanged rings, and they leaned closer to each other.

"They're... kissing! There's no way the priest will let them escape that sin! Wait why is the priest smiling and congratulating them? What is this madness?!" Sherry thought frantically.

The couple stood up. They were given handshakes and hugs before they left the room arm in arm in Sherry's direction. She stepped aside so they wouldn't accidentally run into her invisible body. She watched in jaw gaping amazement as they all filed out with big smiles on their faces. Her amazement was so great that she had to plant her hand over her own mouth to keep from crying out.

"Why isn't the priest punishing them? Showing any form of affection inside the church is enough to get whipped in the courtyard!" Sherry thought in confusion.

Eventually Sherry left the church standing and undamaged, and filtered out a side door undetected. She didn't release the invisibility spell until she was several hundred yards away and out of sight. As Sherry faded into view and the magic faded away, she huffed tiredly for a moment as she recovered her strength.

"I shall spare them for now, but I shall render them into ashes should they ever show so much as a tiny hint of acting like the order." Sherry thought.

~A While Later~

Sherry sighed and sank down on a park bench. She had been walking the streets for what felt like hours in search of a place to get furniture. In her world, typically furniture was made by carpenters. So she was going around asking people on the street where she could find a good carpenter. That seemed the most reasonable thing to do, but it was hardly successful. Most people either ignored her, or brushed her off. A couple men tried to hire her, thinking she was a prostitute. Those few who actually answered her with real information ended up sending her on countless wild goose chases to carpenters who had zero interest in helping her. After talking to the third carpenter without success, she found herself sitting on that park bench with a sense of hopelessness.

"I swear. How can anyone get anything done in this wretched world? Oh how I wish I could pack up my sweetie and go home." Sherry muttered, spiteful.

...

"No. I mustn't forget my quest to conquer this world. Ohhhh boy... when I have my way, some things are going to change. Less rude people to start with." Sherry muttered.

She sat there for several moments longer, trying to think up what to do next. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted some kids playing in one corner of the park.

"Ahh! Lovely precious little children! How cute!" Sherry said, smiling.

...

She stood up from the bench and went over to the kids, who were all playing baseball and having a good time. They stopped and came over when she called out to them.

"Hello little ones! Do any of you know where I might find a carpenter?" Sherry asked cheerfully.

"What's a carpenter?" The kids asked.

"It's a person who builds things from wood. Specifically I want one who makes furniture." Sherry explained, smiling sweetly.

The kids looked at her cross eyed much like everyone else had, and one of them blurted out.

"Why don't you just buy furniture at the furniture store down the street?" The kid blurted.

...

"Ah! A professional furniture craftsman! Of course! Thank you little ones, here is a reward for helping me!" Sherry said happily.

She handed the kids a couple hundred bucks and strolled away while they collectively went nuts over the wad of cash. Minutes later she was standing at the door to the furniture store. Her lips were twisted up in an excited and mischievous smile.

...

~Later~

Michael was walking out of the bathroom with a mop bucket and mop in hand.

"Alright. That was the last room. Now I wonder if those dishes are done soaking yet." Michael muttered.

He put away his cleaning things and washed his hands, then checked on his dishes. He was alternating between keeping an eye out for Sherry and doing house chores. Since Sherry was out of the house, Michael took the opportunity to do all the things that she kept him from doing. The very first thing he had done the moment she left, was to charge into the kitchen and make a sandwich. Even though she had just fed him, he did it on principle. Then he cleaned the house, even though the entire place was already spotless. Then he soaked the single plate and single knife he used to make the sandwich.

...

"Ok, so now what do I do?" Michael thought.

He went into the living room, a glass of water in hand. His feet skidded to a stop.

"Wh... where'd that come from?" Michael thought.

There was a new lamp in the living room that he didn't remember being there before. Next to it was a few candles and a pretty flower vase. He could see them, but they were shimmering and faint like a ghost in fog.

Michael spun his living room chair around and flopped down into it, drinking his water and staring at that new decor. He didn't quite know what to make of it.

...

As he sat motionless, he saw a ghostly movement come into his field of view. It was Sherry, and she was carrying something into the living room. Her form was ghost like and foggy just like the other things he had already spotted, and she was very difficult to see. He remained still, apathetically watching as Sherry placed down a chair in the living room.

"Hmmp. I guess she found a furniture store." Michael thought.

Sherry turned, and looked at him for a moment. He didn't move, other than to lazily take a drink of his water.

"She must be using an invisibility spell. But why? Is she trying to surprise me?" Michael thought.

He grunted and leaned over, snagging one of his text books. The ghost like image of Sherry turned and walked away, and disappeared into a ghostly portal.

...

"If she asks me what happened to the sammich stuff, or how the dishes got done, I'll just gas light her." Michael thought, shrugging.

~Much Later~

Since Michael had seen Sherry return, if at least quietly, he had stayed in his chair and goofed off for a while. Between a little homework and a lot of videogames, he had managed to waste several hours. The day was getting late.

"Damn. Once I get started playing Minecraft, I just can't stop." Michael muttered.

He groaned and got out of his seat, joints popping from sitting for so long. A quick glance at his watch brought a smile to his face.

"Yeah! Beer time!" Michael exclaimed.

He went into the kitchen and happily snagged a beer. As he stood at the entrance to the kitchen and looking out into the living room, he smiled and took a drink.

...

His eyes slowly surveyed the room.

...

"I guess Sherry's out." Michael muttered.

What Michael didn't know what that Sherry was indeed still there and quietly watching him from a hidden place.

"I've been out all day as far as he's concerned. Strange." Sherry thought.

She cocked her head in confusion as she watched Michael wander around the apartment from room to room. Sherry remained in deep cover, her curiosity and desire to learn more about Michael driving her to stay hidden. In each room he would stand at the doorway and slowly survey from wall to wall. He was clearly looking for Sherry. Finally he walked back out into the living room and rubbed his hands together in glee.

"Yeah boooodie! The inmates are running the asylum!" Michael cackled.

In a flash Michael was back in the kitchen and pulling out a frying pan. Before Sherry knew what was happening, Michael had two perfect hamburger patties in the pan and sizzling. Michael looked on with a hungry expression.

"~Hamburgers! For Americaaaaaaa~" Michael sang, out of tune.

"Hey what is he doing?! I'm supposed to cook all his meals! I told him... *sniff sniff... wait what is that?" Sherry thought.

Sherry crept up behind Michael and peered over his shoulder.

"What was it he called that again? A hamburger? Ah yes I understand now. He must think I don't know how to make it and so he has to make it himself." Sherry thought.

"Well I guess I had better work on the beans... "Michael muttered.

*BAM

Michael turned and ran headlong straight into Sherry, and the two of them hit the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Sherry didn't miss a beat.

"Hello sweetie ! I have retuuuuurned !" Sherry said, smiling happily.

"Oh shit! I didn't know you were... AH!" Michael cried.

Sherry had grabbed his shoulder and flung him off of her and spun him around until she was on top, and then she settled down while straddling his waist and squeezed him with her thighs. Her tail wrapped around his arm.

"Uh oh, a succubus has snuck into your house and ambushed you. Whatever will you do now~ ?" Sherry asked teasingly.

Michael paused a moment as Sherry slowly rubbed her body against his while waiting for an answer.

"You had better think quickly human, lest this succubus steal your heart." Sherry giggled.

"Hmm, what did the MGE say about the succubus race? Oh yes... now I remember." Michael thought.

"Well sweetie? If you were to do nothing in a situation like this back home, you would surely be raped. I am perfectly happy if you want that though!" Sherry teased.

"If I were in this situation, the first thing I would do is this..." Michael said.

Suddenly he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around the back of Sherry's head and pulled her into a strong but gentle kiss, while at the same time grabbing the tip of her tail.

"I would tease you until your grip weakened and then I would get back on top. Then I would screw you so hard you would lose your strength. Then your hot ass is mine." Michael said seductively.

As he spoke, his finger traced along the tip of Sherry's horns and tail. Her face melted in ecstasy as he pressed harder and harder. Michael did a twirl and landed on top.

"Oh no. A big bad human has gotten the upper hand on a succubus, otherwise known as the masters of seduction and sex. Whatever will she do?" Michael asked.

Michael renewed his assault on her sensitive succubus erogenous zones, and she let out a gasp.

"I don't know! It feels soooooo gooooood! I'm melting!" Sherry cried.

"Heh, that is an answer in of itself." Michael chuckled.

"Bbbbe... be gentle. I want to save... myself for... tonight !" Sherry panted.

Sherry slowly spread her legs apart and tugged on Michael's shirt.

"Put it in sweetie! Please put it in and make me cum after teasing me so!" Sherry begged.

...

"Whoa whoa. Hold your horses. I thought we were just fooling around." Michael said in surprise.

Michael went to stand up, but Sherry pulled on his wrist.

"Nooo sweetie, don't walk away! Just make love to me!" Sherry pleaded.

Sherry tugged on Michael and made him lose his balance, and he flopped down right on top of her soft and squishy body. She let out a squeal of joy and wrapped all her free limbs around him so he couldn't get up again. In a flash, she twisted their bodies around so she was on top. Once again the tides had turned, or rather returned to how they had begun.

"There we go. Much better. You know, I was thinking about you every moment I was away." Sherry whispered sweetly.

Sherry wasted no time freeing his rod from the confines of his pants.

"And... alley oop! OooooOooOoOOhhhhhhhh." Sherry moaned.

She wiggled around, impaling herself as deep as she could while moaning in delight.

"That's what I wanted so badly! I've been gone so long. It feels so good!" Sherry cried.

...

..

.

By the time Sherry got done with Michael, he was a crumpled up mess on the kitchen floor. He was panting heavily and trembling from head to toe, with occasional spasms from his stressed body.

"Hah... hah... my lust has been satiated for now. Thank you sweetie. I'm sorry for ambushing you like that." Sherry said apologetically.

...

"And for doing it here in the kitchen of all places, I'm sorry." Sherry added.

Despite that, she was smiling happily. Her fingers brushed his hair as she gave him a chance to recover.

"Note to self... don't sexually tease the resident succubus." Michael murmured quietly.

"That's not right. You should sexually tease the resident succubus more often. It feels good for both of us." Sherry suggested.

Sherry slowly stood up and glanced over at the stove, and winced when she saw the two burned beef patties in the frying pan. She lightly twisted the knob turned off the gas.

...

"Oh dear. They've turned as black as coal." Sherry lamented.

She turned to Michael and looked at him with an expression so dark, that Michael wondered if it was darker than the black burned hamburger patties.

"I told you... that I would cook all the meals. I am not pleased." Sherry said, scowling.

"You were gone for a long time. So I thought I would make something for us both. I'm sorry it didn't work out." Michael said dejectedly.

Sherry's expression softened when she heard Michaels tone of voice. He seemed genuine and honest. Sherry couldn't find the heart to stay angry at him for more than a few seconds at most. So her next words were calm, and only slightly colored with annoyance.

"I'm a succubus. You're my food." Sherry said flatly.

"Yeah. Right. Never mind then." Michael said simply.

Michael straightened out his clothes and shuffled past her while avoiding her gaze. He grabbed his half finished beer on the way and chugged the rest, wincing at the flat warm taste. He pitched the bottle into the recycling bin.

"Wait sweetie! I didn't mean to be harsh!" Sherry cried.

She grabbed his shoulder and made him come to a halt.

"You weren't. I was just trying to do something to pay you back for your kindness a little. Just forget about it." Michael said unhappily.

"Hey wait a moment, I don't require any sort of reimbursement. What do you take me for, some sort of horse trader?" Sherry asked sharply.

"No nothing like that. I guess... I thought you would be tired after decorating and assembling so much furniture." Michael said, gesturing.

As he spoke he gestured out into the living room where the brand new couch and coffee table sat, as well as the lamps and other decor.

"You can... you can see that?!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Well it's kind of a fuzzy outline, but yeah. I just didn't say anything because I figured you cast that spell on me to keep me from bothering you." Michael said, shrugging.

"So you knew I was here the whole time?" Sherry asked in disbelief.

"Weeellll... yeah kind of. Although I thought you had stepped out again, which is why I started dinner." Michael clarified.

...

"Drat! My great reveal has been ruined!" Sherry lamented.

"Sorry. I guess I should have stayed quiet." Michael apologized, sighing.

Michael grabbed a plate and threw the two burned beef patties on it and walked off into the living room, plopping down onto his old chair and planted the plate firmly on the computer desk.

Michael slumped back in his seat and stared blankly at the wall while trying to take a sip of his beer. Of course he had already finished his beer and pitched away the bottle, so he was trying to take a drink from an empty hand. Sighing deeply once more, he let his hand fall limp on the arm rest of the chair. Sherry leaned over and placed her face in his vision and put on a wide exaggerated smile.

"Come now, please smile." Sherry thought.

When Michael didn't react she took her fingertips and pressed them upwards on her cheeks and made her smile even more exaggerated.

"Like this sweetie. Smile!" Sherry thought.

Michael didn't react and her smile faded slightly.

"What strange mood are you in sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"I don't know. I'm just in one of those moods I suppose." Michael answered.

"I see." Sherry said.

Sherry walked away and fetched another beer out of the fridge and handed it to Michael. She watched as he took a drink, but saw no change in his expression. A growing suspicion started to form in her mind.

"Tell me sweetie, why do you suppose I do all these things for you? Do you truly believe I expect payment?" Sherry asked, eyes narrowing.

"I won't even pretend to know what you're thinking or expecting, but I feel like I need to pay you back somehow. It's just the right thing to do." Michael insisted.

Sherry nodded and slowly sank down onto the chair next to Michael. Her plump rear squeezed in next to him tightly, and her arms draped around his neck. Sherry had a faint smile of understanding on her face. Sherry brought their foreheads together until they were touching and he was looking deep into her eyes.

"You silly man. I am not a human woman, and you must not treat me as one. I am a proper succubus and I wish to be treated as such." Sherry said.

Michael's eyes averted a little to the side.

"I know that. It's just hard for me because I'm so used to how human women act." Michael said quietly.

"I know full well how human women act. I was one once. But the only payment I ask for, if you could consider it payment, is your unwavering love and delicious semen. That's all I ask." Sherry said.

*Smooch

Sherry kissed him, and giggled mischievously.

"And you've been paying me back all day today." Sherry said.

"That can't be all you want. I can't believe that." Michael rejected.

"Unlike a human woman, I will never keep it secret what I want. My only desire is to engulf my senses in your presence. Taste, sound, touch, sight, and smell." Sherry explained.

"What? What does that even mean?" Michael asked, surprised.

"It means I love you in your entirety. We're meant for each other. If you could feel even a little of the joy I feel being next to you, my soul mate, then you wouldn't have to ask such foolish questions." Sherry pronounced.

"Hey, that's rude. I feel joy being near you too. You can't claim to know how I feel." Michael shot.

"Oh I know dear. I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that." Sherry said softly.

Michael wasn't happy about it, but he reluctantly accepted her apology. He did feel great joy when she was around, not that he knew how to really communicate it. Sherry continued smiling and gently stroking his hair, which reminded Michael that he needed a haircut.

"There is one thing you could do for me my sweet. Let me dote on you and spoil you rotten, so I can make you happy! Will you let me have my way?" Sherry insisted.

"Spoil me rotten? You mean just let you do everything for me while I laze around? I don't know if I can." Michael said, uncertain.

"Oh that's easy. Just do nothing." Sherry said, giggling.

Michael formed a hard expression.

"No?" Sherry asked.

...

"That don't jive with me." Michael muttered.

Sherry repeated his words back to herself, mouthing them in confusion.

...

"Wait... I get it! But sweetie, it must 'jive' with you! Why must you be so different than the men from my world? They all would jump at the opportunity to stop working!" Sherry exclaimed.

"They've all probably had a harder life than me. Maybe I'm just stupid." Michael said, shrugging.

"That cannot be. I've been here long enough to know you certainly are not stupid. So don't beat yourself into the ground like that. It makes me sad." Sherry said.

She clutched at his cheeks and placed an abrupt kiss right on his lips. He smiled instantly.

"Ahh, there we go. I want to see only smiles and cheerful speech from you my love." Sherry said.

She hugged him, placing her chest against his. Her heart pounded and reverberated strongly through their connected bodies.

"You sure don't like it when I go into a funky mood, do you?" Michael noted.

"Not at all. We inma are creatures of passionate love. Without love, we simply could not exist. It feels so good to love, and I love you. So I want you to feel the same as I do, and bad emotions get in the way. So I detest it when you feel bad." Sherry reasoned.

She kissed him again, her arms cradling his body obsessively. Her kiss was so strong, that Michael was panting when it ended.

"I'll drown you in love. You'll sink so deep in it that you can't see daylight. I want you to feel all the things I feel every day." Sherry insisted.

"What do you feel?" Michael asked.

"In the morning when I rise, and I first see your face, I feel a surge of excitement at spending another day with you. When I make breakfast, I feel happiness in knowing you'll enjoy every bite. And when I hug you, I feel as if my body might melt from pure joy." Sherry explained.

"That sounds really nice." Michael said.

"It is. But, it is not all nice. Love is a fickle emotion, and it can be a curse. When we part, I feel a deep pain in my chest that will not leave. It grows worse and worse until I am forced to seek you out. " Sherry explained.

"It sounds a lot like a drug." Michael said.

"Hmm, yes that is apt. But unlike a drug, love rewards you for your pain. When I return to you after feeling such pain, the elation that courses through my body is incredible. Each time it happens, it is as if my overall love for you grows tremendously." Sherry finished.

*Smooch

"And when my love grows, my desire for your body grows. I think you already know that." Sherry said.

"I got that part pretty well." Michael said, chuckling.

Sherry smooched him on the lips again.

"So how about it? Will you let me spoil you?" Sherry asked.

"And sure enough, here we are back at that again. I'm still not comfortable with it." Michael said.

"But I already said how happy it would make me! Don't you want me to be happy?" Sherry asked.

"You'll live." Michael retorted.

...

"Tsk... you're so stubborn." Sherry muttered.

Sherry practically begged Michael to let her spoil him. He refused each time, saying that it wasn't right. Then she resorted to groping him, trying to convince him to let her have her way. He still refused. In the end, nothing Sherry could do would get him to give up his position on the issue.

~A Few Minutes Later~

Sherry was sitting on Michael's lap, her face twisted up in a cute pout.

"Come now sweetie, why must you trouble me so? At least say you'll let me make all the meals. Grant me at least that much!" Sherry pleaded.

Her hand gently caressed his cheek, encouraging him to say yes.

"You're bound and determined huh?" Michael asked.

Sherry nodded.

"Well... I guess cooking is alright. You're better at it than me anyways." Michael relented.

"YAAAAY! Thank you sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

"Just don't tell the feminists. They'll lose their minds." Michael quipped.

"I won't sweetie, whoever they are. Now what would you like for dinner?" Sherry asked.

"Surprise me. I'm feeling pretty good now." Michael replied.

Sherry broke out in a wide devilish smile.

"I bet you do. Very well I shall surprise you. Just sit back and relaaaax~ and let me take care of everything." Sherry said softly.

Sherry stiffened in anticipation as she waited for Michael's reaction. She had expected him to protest or argue in some way and was preparing another round of arguing to counter it.

"Aww you're the best! Thanks!" Michael said happily.

"Oh you're such a dear. *smooch" Sherry said.

"Hmm. So some things bother him, but not others. And it seems that if I make comments about me doing something instead of him, it bothers him. Every day I learn something new." Sherry thought.

Sherry smiled in victory and kissed Michael on the lips. Just before she got up to leave, she reached for the plate with the two burned hamburger patties on them. Michael snapped out his hand and caught her wrist.

"EEP! Sweetie!?" Sherry exclaimed.

She was taken completely by surprise, her sensation of victory over dinner coming crashing down.

"No touchie." Michael said.

"But...what do you want with those awful things?" Sherry asked.

"I'm going to eat them of course. They're food after all." Michael said.

...

She reached out to take the plate again, but once more he stopped her.

"You're not eating those." Sherry said.

"Oh yes I am." Michael countered.

"BUT SWEETIE, WHAT ABOUT DINNER?!" Sherry whined.

...

"You can make or do whatever, but that's no excuse for wasting food. Never ever." Michael said firmly.

...

Sherry reached for the plate a third time, but Michael plucked one of the burned patties off the plate and brought it to his mouth before she could react.

*Crack

Sherry watched in stunned amazement as Michael gulped that burned charcoal of a hamburger patty right down.

*Crunchcrunchcrunch

...

"Does that taste good?" Sherry asked incredulously.

"It tastes pretty damn bad." Michael said, mouth full.

*Crunchcrunchcrunch

"Want me to throw away the rest?" Sherry asked, tugging on her wrist.

"Nope. I'll finish them both." Michael said.

*Crunchcrunchcrunch

...

..

.

"As you wish." Sherry said, defeated.

She pulled away and stood up, walking towards the kitchen with the intentions of making a proper dinner for him. Deep inside herself, she was grumbling.

...

"Hey! Sherry!" Michael called.

...

Sherry paused without turning around.

"There was a time in my past when I was hungry. Do you know what it's like to be hungry? Truly hungry?" Michael asked softly.

Sherry's head whirled around, her eyes wide in surprise. She hesitated for several moments, then slowly nodded.

"Yes sweetie, I know what true hunger is. I understand now." Sherry said.

She came back and settled down on his lap once more. Her dainty fingers plucked the other untouched patty from the plate. It hovered before her lips for a moment hesitantly, before she opened her mouth.

*CRUNCH

Sherry winced, but she kept right on chewing.

"That's my girl. I'm proud of you." Michael said, beaming.

~Later~

Sherry disappeared into the kitchen and quickly reset the frying pan for a new batch of hamburger patties. But cooking dinner was not foremost on her mind. Glancing around the corner to ensure Michael wasn't watching, she produced a vial of liquid from one of the cabinets.

"I was sure to stock up on all the ingredients before leaving Lescatie. Goodness knows where I would buy such things in this city!" Sherry murmured.

The cabinet in question was her secret stash. From her secret stash she produced one vial after another, quickly filling the available counter space with an array of marked vials of every shape and size. Each one contained something different, from powders to liquids and everything in between. Before long the whole counter was covered with the strange vials, and Sherry pulled out a measuring cup and spoon.

"I'll make some sweets for my sweetie... heheh I made a funny! He'll love if I make a new recipe from back home." Sherry thought.

~A Little While Later~

Sherry called out of the kitchen for Michael to come get dinner. Not more than a couple seconds passed before she turned to call one more time while holding the plate that was his dinner. Michael was standing directly behind her.

"Boo." Michael said, grinning.

"Gah!" Sherry cried.

Sherry jerked in surprise, which forced Michael to help her steady the plate of food so she wouldn't drop it and scatter it all across the floor.

"That was fast! You startled me!" Sherry exclaimed.

"You said dinner, so here I am." Michael said simply.

"Yeah but... how did you get here so quickly?" Sherry asked.

...

"You said dinner." Michael repeated.

...

Sherry remained silent, completely incapable of coming back with any sort of comment.

So Michael and Sherry sat down at the kitchen island together. In addition to the hamburgers, there were lots of strange and exotic sides that Michael could have sworn were from all over earth. There was hamburgers, Indian curry, Chinese pot stickers, as well as crumpets and sushi. It was a hodge podge of random foods from all over, and maybe not the best choices to complement each other. But Michael didn't care. He was focused on Sherry, who was sitting across from him and staring in his direction with loving eyes.

"You're eating too?" Michael asked.

"I may not need to eat like a human but I do still enjoy it. Mostly so I can be in your company." Sherry replied.

Michael nodded, completely agreeing. He quite enjoyed eating dinner with company, and having someone to talk with.

"Sweetie, when is that car show? We did agree to be there, and I don't wish to miss it." Sherry asked.

"I called them today while you were gone, and got the Duster entered officially. It's some week or so after Halloween, so we'll have time to work on the car." Michael recounted.

"What is this... Halloween... supposed to be?" Sherry asked.

"It's a day when everyone dresses up in costumes and honors the dead with celebration. Usually there are decorations and parties, and a bunch of different traditions depending on the culture. There's also scary storytelling, pranks, horror movies, and even spelunking haunted places." Michael explained.

"Sounds something like All Saints Day." Sherry remarked.

"Is that right?" Michael commented.

...

"That's what they called Halloween in old Christianity. I wonder how she would react if she found out I'm roman catholic? Better not tempt my luck." Michael thought.

...

Sherry eyed Michael and paused, a bite of food hovering in front of her face on top of her fork.

"What is bothering you sweetie?" Sherry asked nicely.

"OH NOTHING! I was just thinking. There's going to be costumed characters running around town on that day and it might be startling. It's all just harmless fun, so don't freak out." Michael blurted, chuckling nervously.

"She kidnapped me over a Mormon pamphlet stuck in my door. The last thing I need is for her to think I have some sort of loose connection to the order." Michael thought.

"Thank you for warning me sweetie. I'll be sure to leave the people untouched. Is there anything else I should know?" Sherry asked.

"There'll be some costumed kids knocking on the door asking for candy. I bought some before you came and it's up in the cabinet next to the coffee." Michael explained.

"GUH!" Sherry coughed.

...

..

.

"You ate it didn't you?" Michael asked dryly.

"EEP! I'm caught!" Sherry squeaked.

Michael sighed and shook his head.

"Why is it that every single woman on the face of the planet is addicted to chocolate?" Michael grumbled softly.

"Are you very angry, my husband?" Sherry asked.

"Heh, no not at all. I'm just giving you a hard time." Michael reassured, smiling.

"I'm glad. Perhaps the little children would like some homemade candy? I could make some special if you wish." Sherry offered.

Michael's smile faded a little.

"No I don't think so. The parents would make them throw it away because every once in a while some nutcase gives out poisoned candy." Michael said.

"What?! Who would want to do that to precious little ones? What kind of... of... arrrg my words fail me!" Sherry growled angrily.

"There are some seriously messed up people in this world. It's part of the reason why I don't want to force a kid to live in it." Michael recalled.

"You still don't want a child? But I thought you changed your mind?" Sherry asked, surprised.

Michael remained silent.

"I believe I finally understand your reasoning. You don't hate children, rather you cherish and adore them as much as I do. The thought of one suffering in any way disturbs you greatly. Therefore to prevent that from happening, you deny it a chance to exist at all." Sherry reasoned.

"When you put it that way..." Michael tried to say.

"It sounds foolish, and you would be correct. To deny your child a chance to live just because she might feel a little pain now and then is wrong. I think you realize that." Sherry said.

"No. I think..." Michael hesitated.

"Don't think, just show your child the same care and consideration that is your nature. Imagine how nice it would be to have a dear child to love and to hold on all those days when you feel alone. And think of the warmth of a household filled with loving family." Sherry described.

"It does sound kind of nice." Michael admitted.

Sherry broke out in a happy smile.

"It is, and it's rewarding as well. Trust me sweetie, you must give us a child. If you don't, then you will regret it. Think good thoughts, and all will fall into place." Sherry encouraged.

Michael looked down at his food thoughtfully, and slowly took a bite while considering her words. Then another bite, quickly followed by another. He didn't speak again until he had finished all of his food and was wiping his mouth.

...

"No. I can't help but think about what my own childhood was like. There's no way. I can't do it. I can't be a part of it." Michael said.

"You must be. I cannot do it by myself. What happened to you to make you think such a way?" Sherry asked.

"I grew up in a really nasty dirty house. It was so nasty that I was constantly sick. There were times when I wished I would just die so the misery would stop." Michael recounted.

...

The sound of a fork loudly clattering on a plate made Michael look up, just in time to see Sherry's shocked expression.

"WHAT?! EXPLAIN!" Sherry demanded.

"We weren't very rich when I was a kid. My parents couldn't afford to patch holes in the house, so water got in. That made mold, and then I had to breathe it. So I got sick." Michael explained.

"Why didn't your parents take you to a healer?!" Sherry asked forcefully.

"They're called doctors here... and they did. Over and over again, but it never solved the real problem. I was sneezing, coughing, and completely out of breath virtually every day. So when I wasn't outside working, I was in bed trying to catch my breath." Michael recalled.

Sherry jumped up from her seat and rounded the island until she was in front of Michael, where she proceeded to inspect him closely for signs of illness.

"Now you know why I was a big fat guy. When all the other kids were outside playing I was stuck wheezing in bed." Michael finished.

"You don't look sick now. What was the cure?" Sherry asked.

"The cure was when I became an adult and moved out and got away from the mold. For years I was exposed to that crap, and I heard it's toxic." Michael finished.

Sherry moved closer and inspected Michael even further. Her nose got right up next to him and sniffed a few times.

"Sherry what are you..." Michael tried to ask.

"Shush. Drink this and wash your mouth out." Sherry instructed.

She handed him a glass of water which he used to wash his mouth out as she instructed. While he did that, Sherry continued her peculiar inspection of his body. Her nose brushed against his skin in places and was pushed against his hair. She sniffled and smelled several places on his body just like a dog might sniff a person. Finally after a few minutes, her tongue snaked out and lightly touched his skin.

"Sherry!" Michael exclaimed.

"I said shush! If you speak one more time I shall cast a mute spell upon you!" Sherry said dangerously.

Michael clicked his mouth shut in annoyance, but didn't dare speak again. Sherry continued tasting his skin in several places all over his upper body. Sometimes she would just touch with the tip of her tongue and sometimes she would press her tongue against him and hold it there for a while. Finally she made her way to his mouth where she stuck her tongue in without any hesitation. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it still felt pleasant. The kiss was all business, without any of the usual tongue twisting or sucking she usually did when she kissed him. After she tasted a everywhere inside his mouth, she pulled away with a pop and moved on. Her inspection alternated between using her tongue, nose, and also her ears which were placed tightly against Michael's chest. Then she probed his body with her fingertips a few times.

"I can't find any signs of illness sweetie. If you were ill, it must have been undone by my healing spell when we first met. Although I will note that you have a headache." Sherry observed.

"You're right. How did you figure that out by... doing all that?" Michael asked.

"It's very simple. Your own body knows and it's a simple matter to make it give up its secrets. I had you wash your mouth out so your taste wouldn't be hidden by your meal. That, and because you are dehydrated. Drink more water sweetie!" Sherry encouraged.

Sherry grabbed the glass and filled it, and handed it back to Michael. He thanked her and took a drink. Then she sat down again. A plate of dessert appeared in front of Michael, which he happily dug into.

"So monster girls can tell if a person is sick just like that? I've read studies that some creatures can sense when a human is sick. You pretty much spotted my headache instantly." Michael asked.

"Yes indeed, and you are perfectly healthy. However I will be giving you a check periodically. You have many exciting decades in front of you and I will not allow them to be taken away by something silly like disease." Sherry said firmly.

Michael nodded right along with what she was saying.

"Although I do wish I had found you when you were a little younger, so we could have more time together. Though you look young for an elderly man of twenty five." Sherry said.

Michael instantly stopped nodding and did a double take.

"Elderly?! Twenty five isn't old! What in the world make you say that?" Michael asked, curious.

"Well, I meant no insult. You're my elder, since I am but sixteen years old." Sherry said.

"OH SHIT!" Michael shouted.

Michael recoiled in shock, nearly falling out of his stool. His cry was so loud and so sudden that Sherry leapt out of her seat and rushed to his side with concern etched all across her face.

"Jail bait! Damn jail bait! I did a jail bait girl! Frack!" Michael panicked.

Sherry reached out for him, instinctually wanting to comfort him and calm him down. He pushed her hands away, much to her utter soul crushing shock.

"No! Don't touch me! You're jail bait!" Michael cried.

Michael slipped backwards away from her, teetering on the edge of his seat.

"Sweetie stop! Why are you fleeing from me?! What did I do wrong?!" Sherry cried.

"You're too young! You're not even an adult! It's a crime to... to... do it! Damn it!" Michael cussed.

"What nonsense is this? Of course I'm old enough! I'm sixteen! That's well over the legal coming of age, which is twelve years old!" Sherry explained.

"What the frack kind of a messed up world are you from?! Twelve year olds are nowhere near mature enough to make adult choices! What is that, some sort of monster girl thing?" Michael cried.

...

"No, those are the human laws. Monster laws are slightly different." Sherry said.

Michael slipped out of his chair and fell to the ground with a loud THUMP. Sherry was on him in an instant, checking to make sure he didn't hurt himself. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. As Sherry advanced closer to him, he shrank away until his back was pressed against the island. Sherry pressed her soft body against him, and kept him from squirming away.

"What does age have to do with love anyways? I love you and I want a kiss." Sherry asked sweetly.

She lightly kissed him and held him in her arms, showering him in affection. It didn't seem to help, but rather make him feel worse. Every time her soft lips pecked at his, he flinched uncomfortably.

"You know how much I love you. I've told you, and shown you with my body. Can you truly say you regret that? That you want me to stop?" Sherry asked.

"Wait wait just let me think! Let me think!" Michael jabbered.

"You think too much. Sometimes it's better to not think, and just go with the flow." Sherry said softly.

Her fingers began to slip into his waistband.

"I don't know what your world's conventions are, but I can say they are meaningless. The only thing that matters is the two of us, right here, in this moment, with our bodies entwined." Sherry whispered hotly.

Sherry leaned in for another kiss.

...

Michael placed his hand on his face to block her kiss for a moment, and tried to figure out what to do. Sherry nibbled on his fingers, her teeth gently tugging and pulling his hand out of the way so she could get at his lips.

"I might be younger, but I already know all your secrets. You just need a little reminder of how wonderful my body is, and then we can get back to dinner." Sherry whispered.

Michael's hand fell firmly on her narrow shoulder.

"Please, just stop." Michael pleaded.

...

"Do you really desire that? In truth? From the bottom of your heart?" Sherry asked.

"For a few minutes, yes I do." Michael said.

"What could change in a few minutes? Oh... fine. Very well. I love you sweetie, and I'll grant you this boon. For a few minutes at least." Sherry said.

She pulled back slightly, but continued clinging to him. Her arms held him in a hug, and her fingers playfully flirted with his body.

...

Given the chance to think, Michael's brain got to work. Of course part of him wanted to think up an excuse, but another part of him kept him rooted firmly in the land of laws. All sorts of thoughts rolled through his brain as he questioned everything that had happened up to that point. Every word Sherry had ever said. Every action she had taken. Every little facial expression. Everything Michael had taught her, or she had taught him.

...

..

"Your minutes pass quickly." Sherry reminded.

.

"Dinner." Michael muttered.

Sherry remained silent, her expression remaining constant.

...

"A month's supply of food." Michael muttered.

Sherry remained silent, but she perked in interest.

"How many days are in a week in your calendar?" Michael murmured quietly.

...

"I asked you that question the other day." Sherry recalled.

"That's right. You did. Why?" Michael asked.

Sherry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Because not every dimension has the same flow of time silly." Sherry said, chuckling.

...

"Sherry, how long is a day in your world?" Michael asked calmly.

"The same as this world." Sherry replied.

"And how long is a year in your world?" Michael asked.

"Around five hundred and twenty six days. Why?" Sherry asked.

...

Michael's eyebrows shot up in surprise, which soon melted into relief. He broke out into a smile, and did some quick calculations in his head.

"So by my reckoning you are... twenty three years old. Oh thank goodness." Michael muttered.

Michael sighed in relief. Sherry moved closer and kissed him, and he didn't resist at all. In fact, he kissed her back.

"So in your world a twelve year old is seventeen and one quarter. That's just about right. Or at least close enough." Michael calculated.

"What are you talking about sweetie? That makes no sense." Sherry asked, confused.

"In your world, I am around seventeen and a third years old. There are three hundred and sixty five days in one year on this planet." Michael explained.

A form of comprehension slowly formed on her face, as her fingers instinctually entwined with his.

"The age of consent in this country is eighteen years old, which is roughly twelve years old in your world." Michael muttered.

"Yes yes, it makes perfect sense. Twelve is indeed the magic number of adulthood." Sherry nodded

"And that explains why you thought I was an old guy. In your world, a twenty five year old man is the equivalent to thirty six years old. Dang near knocking on forty. " Michael explained.

"So, does that mean everything is alright between us? Can we finish our dinner?" Sherry asked nicely.

...

"Yeah, I think so. Although, I am pretty full." Michael replied.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers. A crackling sound came from above them, on top the island.

"And just like that, dinner has been put away." Sherry giggled.

Sherry kissed Michael passionately and deeply for what felt like an eternity. Her arms squeezed him even tighter, and her soft succubus body pressed firmly against him. Time flowed by unnoticed to either of them as they lost themselves in each other's lips. Eventually it was Sherry who tenderly parted lips from him and smiled happily. Her smile was the kind of smile only a person happy from the bottom of their heart could possibly make

"I love kissing you sweetie. It feels so nice." Sherry murmured.

"I feel the same." Michael agreed.

"Is there anything else you would like to do before going to bed?" Sherry asked.

"I think today has been long enough. I'll just go take a shower and we can go to bed. Do you have any plans for bedtime?" Michael asked.

Sherry's eyes glinted mischievously.

"Of course. What do you think?" Sherry asked, laughing.

Michael smiled mischievously as well.

"I'm looking forward to it." Michael said, winking.

"Good ! That is the very thing I wanted to hear you say. Now let us bathe our bodies together ." Sherry said lovingly.

Michael and Sherry both hopped into the shower and cleaned up. Of course Sherry couldn't help but steal several kisses and lewdly fondle Michael in the process. She was the driving force to hurry them both in and out of the shower, just so she could get Michael into the bedroom faster and excitedly reveal the thing she had been waiting all day to reveal.

"What's your rush?" Michael asked.

"I want you to see the new furniture!" Sherry cheered.

"Yeah but... I can already see it sort of." Michael said.

"But you haven't seen its full glory! Behold!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael walked into the bedroom and continued toweling off while Sherry finally released the last remnants of her illusion spell.

*VRWOOOOO

*Thump

The towel hit the floor, right along with Michael's jaw.

"Wha? What the frack? The room is... BIGGER!" Michael observed, astonished.

"You would be correct my sweet. The room was far too tiny, so I created a small dimensional rift to make our room larger! Do you like it?" Sherry asked.

...

"Uhh... yeeeeees?" Michael said.

...

"You don't sound very convinced." Sherry said dryly.

He stood at the edge of the door, swaying his body left and right to look at both sides of the wall. On his left was the normal wall in the normal living room, but on his right through the bedroom door was a large open area where the wall should be. The bedroom was significantly larger on the inside than it was on the outside. If things were as they appeared, the bedroom should have been consuming the entire living room. But it wasn't. Somehow the apartment was no bigger on the outside, thereby breaking the laws of physics.

"I think my head is going to pop. I'm so confused." Michael moaned.

"Sweetie." Sherry said.

"Yeah?" Michael asked.

"Magic." Sherry said simply.

...

"Sure. Why not. You just flipped physics the bird." Michael said, throwing his hands in the air.

Michael strolled around the completely remodeled bedroom. The entire room had a new sweet atmosphere which was totally unlike the cold empty atmosphere it had before. As Michael looked around, Sherry dimmed the lights and lit several incense sticks and fragrant candles to set the mood. Gone were the two futons, and in their place was one large elegant wood bed frame and mattress set. The mattress itself was covered in dark red satin sheets which meshed nicely with the ebony wood furniture. At the foot of the bed was a wide seat for getting dressed. Along the wall next to a grand dresser was a large full height mirror. Next to the bed on each side was a pair of proper nightstands. One nightstand held Michael's old clock radio and the other held a vase of roses and an intricate lotion bottle. Sherry's nightstand also held her purse and a few books. It looked every part the stereotypical succubus's chamber, with flair and accents which hinted at Sherry's fascination with the modern world. An example would be extensive use of RGB LED lighting which glowed dimly in the background, adding carefully selected color to draw attention to or away parts of the room. Several pieces of art, decor, and tapestries hung on the walls and adorned the pieces of furniture. It was just enough to make the room interesting but not busy looking. On one wall on Sherry's side of the bed hung her fairth of Michael. In the air hung a thick cloud that made breathing slightly difficult and thinking sluggish. Everything hinted at the nature of the one who lived there, and her power.

"Come sweetie, sit down beside me." Sherry beckoned.

Michael let Sherry guide him down onto the bed next to her, where she immediately wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly.

"This will be our love nest from now on. Nobody will ever bother us here, so you need not worry about the outside world." Sherry hummed.

She flicked her hand, and the bedroom door shut with a solid thunk. A black fog seemed to shadow the door from sight, giving the illusion that their entire world was just that room with neither an entrance or an exit. Michael looked towards it nervously.

"Just relax." Sherry cooed.

"I'm relaxed!" Michael blurted.

In truth, Michael wasn't relaxed at all. First the apartment door was sealed with magic, and then the bedroom door. It felt like he was being trapped, and it was starting to scare him.

"It's really good looking in here... and the bed is comfortable!" Michael jabbered nervously.

"Good, for we shall be spending a great deal of time atop it." Sherry said seductively.

As she said those words, she gently sank down to the laying position while pulling Michael with her. They positioned themselves on the bed in the normal sleeping position while facing each other. She slid her hands underneath his clothes and slowly pulled them off. Then she cooed happily and pressed her cheek against his broad chest.

"I know I am stronger than you, but I find it strangely comforting in your embrace." Sherry said softly.

"You do?" Michael asked softly.

"Yes. I feel strangely restless unless I'm near you. I've never felt like this before, at least until I came here." Sherry explained softly.

Michael remained silent.

"How do you feel when I am away?" Sherry asked.

"Worried. I don't want you to disappear on me." Michael said softly.

"Well! That certainly isn't ever going to happen!" Sherry said firmly.

She tossed Michael's shirt aside and slipped on top of him, caressing every curve of his body with her fingers.

"I love you too much to ever leave, my beloved handsome husband." Sherry pronounced.

She leaned down and laid her face on his chest again, but added a few kisses to the mix. With a playful giggle she began licking his chest.

"Ohhhhh~..." Michael moaned.

"Did that feel good?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah. I'm really sensitive for some reason." Michael said.

"That's because of my influence." Sherry said, grinning.

She glanced over, and grabbed the bottle of lotion off the nightstand.

*Oooooooze

*Gloop

She poured some of the viscous fluid out and put the bottle down, then rubbed it between her fingers in preparation.

"Stay still. This is going to be fun." Sherry giggled.

Her lotion covered fingers began massaging his body, slowly coating his entire torso with lotion. She tenderly stroked up and down his strong arms, caressing every bump and curve. It seemed as if his skin was glistening in the dim light, highlighting his lean muscles and strong frame. Sherry let out a husky breath.

"You're so fucking sexy. I haven't been able to keep my hands off you all day." Sherry breathed.

Her lotion covered hands began working on his pants, but with some difficulty. Michael reached down and undid the button on his waistband and fly, and helped her tug them off. With his pants out of the way, Sherry happily slid her lotion covered fingers up and down his legs and hips.

"You'll feel much better soon, when this soaks into your flesh." Sherry cooed.

"Huh? What does that mean?" Michael asked.

*GRAB

Michael cringed as Sherry wrapped her lotion covered fingers around his member. She stroked her fingers up and down, covering him in lotion.

"Nothing much. Just that this lotion is intended to enhance the sensation of touch everywhere it is applied. Basically, it turns ordinary skin into erogenous zones." Sherry explained.

She flinched.

"Ooooohhh if you only knew what this stuff was doing to my fingers..." Sherry gasped.

"Hey wait a minute! You just put that stuff all over my entire body!" Michael suddenly realized.

Sherry grinned mischievously.

"That's right. Your whole body is going to orgasm, not just your cock." Sherry said seductively.

Sherry shifted forward and planted her lips on Michael, and lewdly twisted her tongue around his tongue. Michael's face turned red as he lost himself in the act once more. He almost didn't notice it when a hard round object slipped from her mouth and went down his throat, and he wouldn't have noticed at all if it hadn't reflexively made him cough. Sherry pulled away with a devilish smile on her face. Her devilish eye winked seductively.

"Surprise !" Sherry sang.

"Wha... what was that? It tasted like candy." Michael asked.

"That's because it was. Remember what you said about humans putting things in candy? Well, they weren't the first to think of that idea " Sherry sang.

Michael sat straight up instantly and Sherry rolled off him. She also sat upright, but slunk towards him like a predator on the prowl.

"But that conversation was about poisoned candy! What did you just feed me?!" Michael asked in a panic.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hot breath rushing past his cheeks.

"Ap... hro...disiacs ~" Sherry sang.

Sherry pressed him back down again, making his head rest on the pillow. She then took her original place and resumed fondling him with lotion and sucking on his mouth with her lips and tongue. At first nothing seemed to happen, except a pleasant sensation that felt quite wonderful with Sherry playing with his body. He began to relax and enjoy the sensation.

"Does it feel good when I tease you like this?" Sherry asked.

"Hmm yeah that feels good." Michael hummed.

"Does it make you feel good to know that I'll do this to you every night for the rest of your life?" Sherry asked.

...

"Guess I'd better eat healthy, so that life is as long as possible." Michael replied.

A wide smile formed on Sherry's face.

"That's the enthusiastic answer I wanted to hear. Did you know that your body is trembling right now?" Sherry asked.

Michael looked down and saw his own body was indeed trembling. Sherry brushed her fingers along the muscles in his arm.

"When you become an incubus, I think you'll definitely be stronger than me." Sherry remarked.

"Is that a bad thing?" Michael asked.

"No. You may be a giant man, but you have a gentle soul. You are totally different from the men of my world." Sherry said.

Sherry playfully bit him, her eyes looking up towards him with mischief.

"The men back home have no sense of delicacy. You know how to read a situation and apply yourself with just enough force, all while resisting the goading words of others." Sherry noted.

*Smooch

Sherry kissed him, then held his head with lotion covered hands on both sides.

"You know just the right time to be gentle..." Sherry started.

She kissed him again, her soft lips lightly pressing against his.

"And you know when to be ferocious." Sherry said.

She kissed him a third and much harder time, forcefully stabbing her tongue into his mouth.

"I want to see more of your ferocious side. I want to see the side of you which could knock down men with a single blow. My curiosity will not be satiated otherwise." Sherry whispered.

Michael's eyebrow shot up in recognition of what she was referencing.

"Those weren't men. They were boys. Stupid, drunk, and strung out boys." Michael muttered, scowling.

"True. But I'm neither a boy nor a man. Can you handle me?" Sherry asked.

Right around then, Michael noticed a strange sensation forming at the pit of his stomach. Slowly, almost unnoticed, it crept out in every direction across his body. It was as if his senses were becoming more acute, and he became more aware of Sherry's soft body laying on his. Sherry groped his package down below, and he immediately cried out in bliss.

"Ah ! It's already starting. Oh goodness I wonder where I should begin. Maybe a little more touching is in order... since this is your first time after all! *Giggle." Sherry said excitedly.

Sherry leaned over and gently caressed Michael's mostly naked body. Her soft and warm fingers rubbed and tickled in just the right spots to make him cry out. Normally her touch was downright addicting and pleasurable, but that night was different. He was under the influence of a powerful concoction of aphrodisiac candy, sensitivity lotion, and magical incense. His whole frame shuddered as overwhelmingly powerful tsunamis of muscle tearing pleasure coursed through him. It didn't take long for the surges to become more intense as the candy dissolved and released more of its contents straight into his blood stream and the lotion soaked in. Every breath he took pumped more of the hazy room's atmosphere into his lungs. The pleasure became so intense that Michael couldn't take it any longer.

"Ahh... sh...sthap... shurts... cantsh ssakesh ish!" Michael slurred.

"Oh your losing your mind in pleasure? This is just a taste of what it's like to be an incubus, and I have no intention of ever stopping ." Sherry said in a sultry tone.

Michael's whole body was zinging in lightning bolts of pleasure just from her touching him. He cried out loudly as she once more took his member in hand with her soft succubus palms.

"I'll be very gentle my love. I wouldn't want you to become a jibbering wreck right away. I want you to enjoy every moment." Sherry reassured.

Her fingers tightened an almost unperceivable amount, but it was enough for Michael to feel a hundred times over.

*Shudder

*Chatter

*Jolt

"AHHHHH HAAAAA HHHHH nyaahh nah ha ha haaaa haaaaaaaa" Michel cried.

*Rub

*RubRub

*Flick rub twist rub rub

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michael screamed.

*SPLOOGE splurt splurt spluuuuurt

Sherry's face, chest, stomach, and part of her hip was covered in Michael's semen. The orgasm had been so powerful that he blew a bucket clean across her body. She happily licked it off her fingers as if tasting a delicacy, as Michael trembled violently beneath her.

"Delicious ambrosia as always sweetie, thank you so much! Could you shoot some in here next?" Sherry asked.

Her fingers splayed open her womanhood as if beckoning Michael to put it in. Instead, he looked on in terror.

"If I... put it there... I'll DIE!" Michael panted.

Michael's heart was pounding and his whole body was shaking. He really believed that he could die from pleasure if it got any stronger, and he knew just how powerful her pussy really was. It didn't seem to faze Sherry in the slightest. In fact, his reaction just encouraged her.

"Hehe, I guess you can't handle me. I'll just have to break you." Sherry laughed.

She wasted no time lining up his manhood and burying it deep in her flesh. The feeling of sliding inside her was so intense that Michael cried out without making a single sound.

"Ahh ! There you are sweetie ! Together again at last, and I could barely wait. We were apart for far too long today !" Sherry cheered.

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"Even though I did you an hour or two ago, it was still too long." Sherry added sheepishly.

Sherry shook her hips side to side and hopped up and down to force Michael as deep into her as she could, and to stir up her insides as much as possible. Michael could do nothing but cringe and twitch in pleasure as the overstimulation of his brain rendered all speech and forms of sound making impossible. He came, and then immediately came again right in the middle of cumming. Then he came some more in one endless string one after another. Sherry simply kept riding him in a sexual haze of bestial lust.

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~Hours Later~

Sherry eventually slowed her pace and came to a stop when Michael let out his last drop of semen. She had wrung him dry. Her lips found his, where she greedily sucked on his mouth in search of even more spirit energy. Michael's head was flopping side to side in confusion as he frantically panted to catch his breath. Sherry had to hold his head still just so she could kiss him.

"Shw... hdld... wh... can..t.. " Michael tried to say.

Sherry paused and gulped down a few breaths of air herself so she could speak clearly.

"What... was that sweetie?" Sherry gasped.

*Gasp...

"Why... won't I... pass out?" Michael moaned.

"I'm preventing that... with a spell. No matter how hard I ride you... never will you faint again. Now, I want more spirit energy." Sherry explained, panting.

Sherry's lips found Michaels by instinct. She nibbled his lip a little, just to get his face to scrunch up in pleasure. Her tongue dug into his mouth, looking for any trace of that delicious ambrosia she wanted so badly.

"Where is it? I want it. You're hiding it." Sherry murmured.

Her tongue went deeper and deeper into his mouth, until it was nearly in his throat. Michael couldn't believe how long her tongue was.

"Found it!" Sherry said, mouth full.

She licked around in his mouth, stealing away his last bits of spirit energy. Her mouth pulled away from his with a pop.

"You're completely drained of spirit energy. A shame. Ah well... I guess I'll just keep fucking you anyways, just so we'll feel good." Sherry said cheerfully.

Sherry glanced down their bodies, feeling something hard poking her hip.

"Excellent, you're hard again. Now we can keep going !" Sherry said happily.

In the end, Sherry and Michael had sweet sticky sex nonstop until the wee hours of the morning when the candy finally wore off.