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."

6. Chapter 5

Day 5

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Michael was sprawled out on the crumpled velvet sheets of his new bed, with his arm dangling off the side. He had been through quite the ordeal at Sherry's hand that night, and he was trying to catch up on some sleep. It was a peaceful dreamless sleep of far higher quality than he had gotten for years.

*Click...click...click

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*Creak

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*Shuffle

His nose twitched, and then twitched again. His snoring was interrupted and his eye cracked open just enough to see a cup of coffee dangling in front of his nose.

"Waaaaaake uuuuuup sweetie, or I'm going to do naaaaaaughty things to you." Sherry sang softly.

Sherry continued softly singing the word 'sweetie' over and over again while waving the coffee cup under his nose.

"~I know you're awaaaake... your heart is beating faaaaster...~" Sherry sang in Michael's ear.

Suddenly the coffee cup disappeared from his field of view, and Michael could hear a faint slurp sound. Before he knew it, a pair of soft and warm coffee flavored lips met his. His eyes fully snapped open.

"Ah there you are. Good morning my love!" Sherry said, smiling happily.

Michael smiled and pecked her on the tip of her nose.

"Good morning. It's still morning right?" Michael asked, smiling.

"Yes, it is morning. Late morning. Your magical musical box didn't play a tune however." Sherry said, glancing sideways nervously.

Michael glanced at the blank face of his alarm clock.

"It helps when it's plugged in." Michael said dryly.

"Ah such things are beyond me. You are the master of the wall talisman, and not me." Sherry said, smiling sheepishly.

"... you plugged in the lamps..." Michael observed.

"Woooooopsie. You caught me." Sherry said, feigning sorrow.

She smooched him on the nose, imitating the same motion he had made moments before.

"Sleep is important, and I wanted you to have enough. There was no other motive my love." Sherry said.

Michael chuckled and took the offered coffee cup. She snuck one more kiss and then slid into bed with him.

"I can't complain about that. I always used to short change myself on sleep before. So... what's on the agenda today?" Michael asked.

"We have a car to fix. Did you forget?" Sherry asked.

"No I remember. It's not so much a fix, just a little maintenance." Michael muttered.

"Are you feeling rested? I cast spells on the mattress to ensure deep rejuvenating sleep, but I want to make sure it worked." Sherry asked.

"Yeah I feel fine. I'm awfully hungry though." Michael said.

"Ah! Just the words I wanted to hear!" Sherry said cheerfully.

Sherry smiled and sat upright in the bed. She rolled him over gently until he was on his back, and propped him up on the pillows. Michael's questioning glance was never answered as she tucked the pillows in neatly and plopped a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers, and a tray of food appeared in her hands. She laid it down over his lap.

"Here you are. I made a selection because I wasn't certain what you like to eat for breakfast." Sherry said.

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"How about I eat you out for breakfast... wait what am I thinking?" Michael thought.

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"That all looks great. I'll start with eggs and pancakes." Michael said graciously.

"Oh I forgot something! Be right back!" Sherry said hurriedly.

She rushed out of the room and immediately rushed right back.

"Here you go. I found some honey for your hotcakes." Sherry said.

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"I'd like to take a taste of your honey pot... err... where'd that come from?" Michael thought, confused.

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Michael nodded and thanked her, and poured some honey over his pancakes. She picked up the fork and speared some eggs, and held it up for him to eat.

"Oh you don't have to do..." Michael tried to say.

"Surely it makes you happy when I feed you like this... right?" Sherry asked.

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"I guess it's ok, but you have to let me do the same for you later." Michael said.

"Deal." Sherry said.

*Nom

Once breakfast was all gone, Sherry dabbed Michael's cheeks with a towel and moved the tray away.

"Now sweetie... is there anything else you would like for breakfast?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah, you." Michael blurted.

The second the words came out, he clapped his hand on his mouth.

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"Frack! I said it out loud!" Michael thought.

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"What would you like? My pussy, tits, or ass?" Sherry asked casually.

Michael remained silent, taken aback how casually she had answered.

"Or if you would prefer, I can use my mouth or hands. Really any part of my body is guaranteed to feel good." Sherry suggested.

As she spoke, she stripped off the meager clothing she was wearing. Her flawless pale skin glistened in the morning light, as if beckoning him to come closer.

"Go on sweetie, you already admitted you're hungry. No need to be shy. Just tell me what you desire." Sherry said sensually.

"If there was any doubt about it before, it's all gone. This woman is not human. She's pure succubus through and through." Michael thought.

Sherry exaggerated her lips puckering and blew him a kiss.

"Sweetie? My love? Why do you hesitate?" Sherry asked sweetly.

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"How about your hands." Michael said reluctantly.

Sherry formed a wicked grin and slunk closer.

"Excellent choice." Sherry said, grinning devilishly.

*SNAP

His skivvies went away in a flash of crimson, reappearing in a wad at the far corner of the room.

"There. Now there are no boundaries getting in the way." Sherry said.

She gently lifted Michael up until he was in the sitting position, where she slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

"Relax. Lean back against me." Sherry whispered in his ear.

He did as she said and leaned back against her soft body, which was between him and the headboard. Her soft fingers gently coiled around his member and began slowly and carefully stroking.

"Hmm... you got hard instantly." Sherry said in a sultry tone.

*Schlipschlip

"I can smell your arousal. It's like the sweet scent of a wildflower, and it's growing stronger." Sherry whispered in his ear.

Michael was beginning to pant, and definitely beginning to squirm.

"Oh... oh shit... that's enough." Michael panted.

His hands instinctually went to pull her hand away. His right wrist was caught by her tail and his left wrist was caught with her left hand.

"Nuh uh, I'm not done yet." Sherry teased.

Her hand expertly massaged and coaxed him rapidly. He barely had enough time to grunt in surprise before he got light headed and let out a pitiful moan.

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After making Michael cum like that, Sherry happily licked her fingers and made a sound like tasting something exquisite. Then she switched positions and kept right on attacking him from the front with her hands.

"It's your turn." Sherry said seductively.

"Ahh... I uh... my turn...?" Michael stammered.

"That's right sweetie. Don't be nervous, just do what feels natural. I promise you can't hurt me." Sherry said.

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"There's no way he'll do it. He's still human, and I can see the shyness in his eyes." Sherry thought.

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Michael gently took her hands and pushed her back on her side of the bed, and laid close to her, his kind eyes staring deeply into hers.

"Huh?" Sherry grunted.

Michael hesitated, his gaze flicking back and forth across her face for any sign he had just done something wrong. Sherry answered his search with the most universal of languages that is understood by anyone of any culture. She smiled.

"OOOOOHHH! He's actually doing it! Yes! YEEEES!" Sherry thought, grinning.

His body pressed against hers and his hand found one of her breasts. She bit her lower lip to hold back making sounds. Not that it stopped the pleasured trill that came from her chest.

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"I have to make her happy. She's a succubus after all, and I know she expects me to please her. I just hope I can." Michael thought.

Michael leaned over her. Her eyes widened as Michael's huge body loomed above her.

"I'll be gentle too." Michael reassured quietly.

Michael slipped his hand between her soft thighs and into her crotch. It didn't take long for him to trace the stream of wet juices straight to the sopping wet source. A single finger sank in with a wet sound.

"KYAAAAAAA!" Sherry cried.

"She's so sensitive, and so warm inside. Don't women have a spot inside them that feels really good? Maybe I should push that." Michael thought.

He swirled his fingers around and pressed her G spot.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhahhhahhhhhahhhhaaaaaaaha hah hah hah aahhhhhhh" Sherry gasped.

~Some Time Later~

Sherry was panting on the bed, a soaking wet sloppy mess of a succubus. Michael pulled his face away from her throbbing pussy with a pop.

"You've made a mess of me. I shan't ever be the same again..." Sherry moaned.

She gasped to catch her breath. When Michael made like he was going to move away, she made a displeased sound and grasped at him.

"Hey, don't leave yet." Sherry said.

*WHUMP

She pulled him back and shoved him into her breasts.

"We haven't gone all the way yet. It's my turn." Sherry said, breathing huskily.

"Wait a minute, you don't have to do that!" Michael warbled.

"Nonsense! Now be a good husband and stay still while I eat you up. I love you." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

She prodded him with her body, her lips gently kissing and sucking on his face, all trying to get him in the mood.

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"Of course she wants to keep going. I just hope my body can last long enough for her to be satisfied, or I'm in trouble. Just grin and bear it." Michael thought.

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*POKE

"Ah, there it is! You like it when I say I love you, don't you? Every time I say it, your body reacts." Sherry noted.

Her lips twisted up in a smirk.

"I love you. I love you. I'm a succubus, and I'm going to drown you in love." Sherry teased.

"Sherry I an...an...aaaaAAAAAHHHHH!" Michael cried.

Michael let out a sweet sounding cry as Sherry forced herself on him.

"I love you! I love you so much! Every time I say it, you get bigger inside me!" Sherry cried happily.

The shouting didn't last long, as she soon jabbed her tongue back in his mouth. The only sounds after that were happy moans, squishing sounds, and the thundering boom of two racing hearts.

~Much Later~

At long last, after having been ravaged by Sherry for so long, Michael was utterly worn out. Sherry slid down the bed and toyed with his member.

"Still not satisfied? Can you keep going, or have you had enough?" Sherry asked.

She planted a light kiss right on his member.

"Of course you know, I can keep going for quite a while longer." Sherry sang.

A nearly invisible shudder ran through Michael's entire body. His mind was filled with despair.

"Keep going." Michael rasped.

He draped his arm over his eyes as he spoke.

"Are you sure sweetie?" Sherry asked, concerned.

"Yeah. Take your fill." Michael rasped.

"Yaaaay~! I love you sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

Michael formed a faint smile as Sherry went right back to ravaging him again.

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Michael was letting Sherry use and abuse him on purpose, even though he was long since worn out on the idea. He had a pretty good idea of what she wanted from him, between her own actions and the text in the encyclopedia. In the back of his mind, he had a lingering paranoia that refused to go away. A lingering insecurity that whispered... if he didn't give Sherry everything she wanted, she would eventually grow tired of him and leave. Despite her repeated words, and the written words of the encyclopedia, he still had this fear. For the very first time in his life, he had someone else to keep him company. He had lived alone for so long that the very idea of company was utterly addicting. Every moment she was with him, and every time she said she loved him, his fundamental need for her grew stronger. His paranoia was based on the only metric he had, which was the actions of human women from earth. The Jerry Springer crowd so to speak. So he was convinced as long as she got what she wanted, she would stay with him. Thus why he let her use him like a fuck toy, and thus why he kept saying to "keep going". The days before had been days filled with disbelief, wondering if she was real. But now that Michael had something wonderful, his greatest fear was losing it. If Sherry had been any other kind of woman, it would have been very easy to make Michael do virtually anything, and it would have been very easy for Michael to end up in an abusive one-sided relationship. But Sherry wasn't just any woman. And that day would be the day she proved it.

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Sherry came to a halt, her face furrowed in deep concern.

"Sweetie, your spirit has become thin and your heart beats strangely. Perhaps we should..." Sherry tried to say.

"Keep... going..." Michael gasped.

Sherry paused, her red eyes looking him over.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Sherry questioned.

She laid her ear down on his chest, listening to his heart.

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"Your heart is struggling." Sherry noted.

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"Sweetie?" Sherry called.

She looked up, only to find him passed out. It was quite the surprise for her, and she jerked in shock.

*Shake Shake Shake

"Wake up sweetie! Wake up!" Sherry cried.

*Pat Pat Pat

She patted his cheeks, trying to wake him. His eyes slowly opened.

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"Keep...going..." Michael murmured.

"No we're definitely done. If I push you any more, I'll end up hurting you!" Sherry said firmly.

Sherry began to form a level of wariness in the back of her mind regarding Michael. She had assumed their relationship was consensual, and that they had reached an acceptable level of communication. That meant she allowed herself to sink into the moment, and rely on that communication to warn her if she was going too hard. But it had failed her, and she was getting suspicious. She berated herself for not keeping a closer eye on his expressions and body language, as did all other monster girls when dealing with resistant new husbands.

After several long moments of silence, Sherry reached out and straightened Michael's hair with a smile.

"If you'll permit me, I would like to attempt a spell to help you recover. It should be harmless. May I?" Sherry asked sweetly.

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Michael nodded.

"Thank you. I'll need to touch you some, but I have no lewd intentions." Sherry said.

Michael noted that the way she said that seemed as if she were telling herself that more than she was telling him.

"Tell me if you feel anything unpleasant, even slightly. It's important." Sherry instructed.

Sherry propped him up and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her fingers were glowing crimson, but Michael wasn't feeling anything at all from her mystery spell.

"You have severe fatigue sweetie." Sherry noted.

She seemed to press her fingers a little harder, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"...fatigue... and..." Sherry murmured.

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"...and..." Sherry murmured.

It was as if she was struggling, trying to find something.

*THUMP

Michael's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Uh oh."Michael murmured.

Michael's fatigue grew. It suddenly felt like he had just run a marathon, even though he was sitting still. He shuddered, his strength fading quickly. His vision began to fade out.

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~A Few Minutes Later~

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"Sweetie! Come back! Can you hear me?"

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"Answer me sweetie! Are. You. Okay?!"

Michael's eyes slowly opened, and the very first thing he saw was Sherry's incredibly worried face.

"...tired..." Michael murmured.

"I'm so sorry sweetie. I didn't mean to make it worse. Just stay still and try to not move too much." Sherry said, warbling

Sherry obsessively covered his entire body in demonic energy in an attempt to undo the damage she had caused by her poorly cast healing spell.

She cradled his body and rubbed her hands all over his torso. She was resorting to the old fashioned reliable nurturing hug. It seemed to work, and Michael seemed to recover some.

"What was that anyways?" Michael asked.

"I was attempting to use a branch of magic known as Pharmacomancy, but I don't know it very well." Sherry explained.

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"You... tried to use medical cure on me." Michael guessed.

"Yes my love. But as I said, that is a branch of magic I know little about. My knowledge of healing is a type of battlefield healing intended to close wounds on people who are strong of body. It takes a severe toll on their strength though." Sherry explained.

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"Well... you can't use medical cure on someone until you've use the Checkup spell, which tells you everything you need to know about your patient." Michael said, matter of fact.

"Eh?" Sherry grunted.

"Because you didn't use it, your spell was rejected by my body. That sapped my strength and made me worse. It's no different than if you used your battlefield healing spell." Michael continued.

"Is that right?" Sherry asked, amused.

"If it had worked correctly, you would have been able to tweak your spell to trick my body into thinking I cast it myself. That's absolutely essential... other than having a loving heart. White magic can't be used by malicious people." Michael finished.

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"I suppose I'm preaching to the choir right now." Michael said, half grinning.

"Maybe a little sweetie." Sherry said, amused.

Sherry gently brushed her hand in front of his face, crimson tendrils flickering behind her fingers like trails.

"Maybe I don't know the checkup spell, but I do have a loving heart." Sherry whispered.

Michael felt a strange drowsy feeling descend on him as Sherry turned him around and stared deeply at him with her red eyes.

"Sleep..." Sherry cooed.

Her eyes stared deeper into his, and he fell deeper under her power. It was like staring into twin whirlpools of magic.

"Sleep." Sherry said soothingly.

Michael gasped weakly and fought to keep his eyes open, but it was hopeless. He fell asleep soon after.

~Some Time Later~

Michael awoke a long time later, and had a mild panic attack when he found himself suspended in mid air on the wall in their bedroom. His entire body was trapped in a writhing mass of black goo, which was right next to the bed.

"What the frack!" Michael exclaimed.

The goo was not very firm, and it was runny but viscous, like thick grease. Everywhere on his body that was touching the goo felt tingly and hot. Yet even then, he was still quite stuck to the wall.

"Uh... it's demonic energy, right?" Michael thought.

He watched with wide eyes as a large bubble formed in the goo.

*BLOOP

The bubble popped and a pink mist came out. It swirled into a heart shape and drifted up to the ceiling, where it dissipated with a strange feminine giggling sound.

"This is just friggen surreal." Michael muttered.

The bedroom door opened and Sherry sashayed right on in.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Confused." Michael replied.

Sherry simply sat down on the edge of the bed and smirked.

"Drink this." Sherry said.

She offered a drinking glass, which Michael did not rush to take. The contents of the glass were quite strange in appearance, with a dark purple liquid with glitter swirls. It looked thick like motor oil.

"I'm not so sure I want to drink that." Michael said, uncertain.

He tugged on his arm, which was sunk into the goo.

"Or if I could even if I wanted." Michael added.

"Don't worry sweetie, it's nothing bad. I wouldn't ever give you something that would hurt you. It's just a tonic to restore stamina." Sherry reassured.

Sherry waved her hand, and Michael's arm was freed from the goo. She pressed the glass into his hand, and sat back down on the bed while wearing a sweet smile.

"Go on sweetie. Drink it. You trust me, right?" Sherry asked, eyes shaded.

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"If you don't drink it, I'll force you." Sherry warned.

Michael still hesitated a few moments before he chugged the contents of the glass down. Despite it's strange motor oil appearance, it did taste sweet. The tonic had a sticky sweet taste that stuck in the throat like peanut butter for a moment, before slipping down and sitting like a rock in his stomach. As Michael drank the tonic down, Sherry slipped her hand into the inky black cocoon of demonic energy keeping him suspended.

*Sluuuuurp

The demonic energy seemed to drain away into her fingers. She was absorbing it back into her body, and lowering him gently to the ground at the same time.

"Sherry... I feel... hot..." Michael panted.

"You are hot, my sexy husband." Sherry flirted.

"That's not what I meant. I'm burning up." Michael panted.

Michael found himself staring at Sherry, who at the time was barely wearing much more than one of his old shirts. The shirt was big enough that she could wear it like a strapless dress. His hands began moving towards her lower half as if they had a mind of their own. Sherry turned a little to make it easier for his hands to reach.

"Wh... why can't I..." Michael muttered.

His fingers pressed against her soft skin and sank into her soft flesh. Sherry's body was strangely soft but firm at the same time, as if her body wanted him to sink in but not let her curves be anything less than supple and perfect.

"Ahn~" Sherry sighed happily.

Michael began to lean forward slowly, as if being drawn towards her magnetically. His fingers gently stroked up and down her inner thigh. Just as his face began getting sort of close to her lower half, she gently laid a well manicured finger on his nose.

"Nuh uh. Come on the bed." Sherry said softly.

Sherry gently grabbed him and pulled him on the bed. Michael didn't resist at all.

*Pomf

The two of them bounced a little, with Sherry on bottom and Michael on top. His hands were still resting on her inner thighs.

"Why can't I..." Michael repeated.

"Why can't you what?" Sherry asked seductively.

"Why can't I stop myself?" Michael asked.

Sherry giggled.

"Why should you want to stop? You want to touch me, don't you? I won't stop you, now that you've recovered." Sherry encouraged.

Michael's face grew closer to her pussy, being drawn in magnetically. A sweet smell tickled his nose, and he instinctually knew it was coming from her sex. It was the same sweet smell she always had about her, but it was much more concentrated. The smell seemed to be frying his brain the closer he got. Sherry placed her hand gently on his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

"That's it. Come closer. It's okay." Sherry reassured softly.

She used a tiny bit of strength and drew his head in between her legs, where she held him down with her hand. Her hand pet his head a few times.

"Ahhh... your tongue feels so good. Deeper sweetie! Oh yes! Right there!" Sherry cooed.

~Later~

Michael slowly came to a halt, finding himself laying atop Sherry with one of her nipples in his mouth and his hands all over her supple succubus curves. He remained motionless for several long moments as he tried to remember how he got there in the first place. The last thing he remembered was feeling very tired and falling asleep.

"All done?" Sherry asked.

Michael remained silent, uncertain what to say or what she was talking about.

"I suppose it's my turn again." Sherry added.

She rolled over and flipped Michael off her body, then rolled on top. Then she went motionless.

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They stared at each other.

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"So uh... how ya doin?" Michael quipped.

"Just fine. I'm waiting for you to squeak out some sort of protest." Sherry said.

"Huh?" Michael grunted.

"You know... saying things like 'Sherry! What are you doing?!' or some such." Sherry explained.

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"Sherry. What are you doing." Michael said dryly.

Sherry brushed her hands up and down his body.

"Oh not much. Just enjoying my husband's body to the fullest." Sherry cooed.

Sherry jammed her fingers into his flank, making his eyes go wide and a sweet gasp fly out of his mouth.

"Ggghhhhaaaa~" Michael gasped.

"Ooohhh~ that was a good sound." Sherry said happily.

Michael shuddered as the waves of sheer pleasure ebbed away slowly. The word pleasure was all he could use to describe what she had done, but it was uncomfortable and overwhelming pleasure. Half of him wanted to tell her to stop, to let him get on with his day. But another half of him... the paranoid half... spoke up inside.

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"Here we go again. I've got to let her have her way." Michael thought.

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"I know all your soft spots. I've even created a few new ones. It's basically impossible for me to touch you now and not have it feel amazing." Sherry said, grinning.

Sherry simply brushed her fingers up and down his arms, and just that small touch was enough to get a pleasant tingle to go straight to Michael's core.

"Holy crap that feels good..." Michael shuddered.

Sherry leaned down next to his ear.

"Not as good... as I felt at your hand." Sherry whispered.

She slipped her arm between their bodies and guided his member into her quivering pussy.

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~Later~

And it was in that fashion that Michael found himself in a vicious cycle. Sherry would have her way with him until he couldn't get it up anymore, then she would deposit his fatigued body in a blob of demonic energy and make him drink a tonic to help him recover. Of course every time he was exposed to that lewd energy, he would lose control and attack her right back. Then the cycle would repeat. Again, and again, and again some more. It didn't end until Sherry made it end, out of concern for Michael's worn out body and the possibility of hurting him. After having passed out and woke up countless times, Michael was finally out for the count until well after noon.

Michael staggered out into the other half of the apartment, swaying side to side like a drunk. He managed to hobble his way over to the kitchen island, where he flopped heavily into one of the chairs. Sherry soon produced a plate of steaming hot food, his late lunch, and placed it down in front of him. His response was to clunk his head against the island and sigh.

"Do you need another dip in a pool of my demonic energy sweetie? Or a tonic?" Sherry asked nicely.

Michael's head shot upright instantly.

"NO!" Michael barked.

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Sherry laughed, having jerked back slightly in surprise.

"Okay sweetie, don't get upset." Sherry chuckled.

She produced another cup of coffee and set it down next to the food, then she rounded the island and rubbed his shoulders.

"I must say, you surprised me just now. You're so good at heart that I wondered if you're capable of anger at all." Sherry proclaimed.

"I'm Irish." Michael murmured simply.

Her fingers rubbed his shoulders until his tension melted like hot butter, and then she sat down on the other seat. She grabbed a spoon and fed him, all while wearing a happy smile.

"What's going on with you today? Why are you acting so odd?" Michael asked.

"I was about to ask you the same question." Sherry countered.

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Michael's head sunk down to the island again.

"I don't know what you mean. I'm not acting odd." Michael said, muffled.

Sherry's smile faded a little.

"I'm just tired." Michael added, sighing.

"I'm sorry sweetie. I didn't mean to harm you." Sherry said, sorrowful.

She leaned down, hugging his slumped over body against her warm breast.

"I crave you. Every moment of every day we are together, my hunger for you grows worse. It's as if my body were alight in flames, and no ocean could quench my burning." Sherry said, sultry.

"That sounds kind of awful." Michael said.

"NO! It's not at all! Well... when you aren't with me I am uncomfortable..." Sherry trailed off.

Michael was silent for a few thought filled moments.

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"So uh, here I am. Whenever you need to... well... do something about it." Michael said, chuckling nervously.

Sherry formed a confused expression.

"And if you wear me out again, then just do what you did earlier to get me back on my feet so to speak. I won't complain." Michael added.

*Smooch

She kissed his cheek.

"Thank you sweetie. You're wonderful." Sherry said quietly.

She settled down in her chair again, her face just barely hinting at her inner thoughts.

"Something strange is happening to sweetie. He essentially just told me to feed on him regardless of how he feels. But the other night, he was hesitant. What changed?" Sherry thought.

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Sherry rubbed his shoulder.

"I was a little hard on you this morning my love, but it wasn't from hunger. I simply want to spend time with you, and I don't know what other things to do with you." Sherry explained.

Michael raised his head, his interest perked.

"What do men do to entertain themselves in this world? In my world the men would often go to the tavern and sing the night away with friends, but you don't seem interested in that." Sherry noted.

Michael coughed in surprise.

"I have no idea what to do with a man. Besides lust after, pursue, and pin down." Sherry added.

"For real? You've got to be trolling me." Michael said incredulously.

"I'm not a troll, I'm a succubus. And I am very real." Sherry answered, confused.

Michael chuckled and shook his head.

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"I suppose since you said it, I'll fess up too. I have no idea what to do with women either. Except go on dates of course. And look at." Michael admitted.

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The two of them were silent for quite a while.

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"If you want to learn more about someone, then you should talk to them." Michael said.

"I know not what to talk about." Sherry said, dejected.

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"So... what did you do yesterday? Anything interesting?" Michael offered.

Comprehension came to Sherry's eyes, and she nodded excitedly.

So Sherry recounted everything she had done the day before, including her encounter at the Mormon church and the furniture store search. She described all the conflicting feelings she had felt when at the church, or at least tried to explain to someone who had not experienced them.

"I know what I say must seem confusing..." Sherry tried to explain.

"You saw something horrible, and I can't possibly understand." Michael interjected.

"Yes. It is not a slight against you, so do not take it as one." Sherry said meekly.

"I don't. Maybe I don't understand what you've been through, but I can at least empathize. But I promise the church here has nothing to do with the order." Michael reassured.

"That is how it seems. They certainly didn't act like order subjects, even if the church building looked exactly like an order church." Sherry said.

"Exactly?" Michael asked, curious.

"Well... it had the fantastical new trappings this strange world seems to contain. But other than that, yes it was exact. Especially the cross." Sherry remarked.

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"Well... I don't know... maybe there has been interaction between our worlds in the past. It's possible, right?" Michael asked.

"Certainly. But I don't know of when it happened, if it really did happen." Sherry said, unconvinced.

"I'm proud of you none the less. Before you get any ideas of burning places to the ground, try talking to me about it first." Michael suggested.

After their conversation and after Michael finished his coffee and breakfast, Sherry patted his shoulder happily and giggled.

"Well anyways, let us go forth into the world today sweetie. I want to spend my day together with you !" Sherry said excitedly.

Sherry hopped off the chair and tugged on Michael's arm. He chuckled and slipped out of the chair to follow her. The moment his body weight went on his legs, they gave out like a pair of soggy noodles.

"WHOA!" Michael cried, flailing.

Sherry quickly stuck her arms out and caught him before he could careen into the chairs and hurt himself.

"Ah! I have you sweetie! Easy does it... easy... I have you." Sherry reassured.

Sherry's inhumanly strong arms held Michael up and kept him from flopping over like wet clay. His head slumped against her shoulder and he let out a sigh.

"You really did a number on me this time. Oh man... I can barely feel my legs. They're sound asleep." Michael murmured.

Sherry pushed Michael's bulky body back into his chair and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"I'll make you something to get you back on your feet." Sherry reassured.

...

"Noo! Not that stuff again!" Michael cried pitifully.

"Oh calm yourself silly. If you don't like it, I'll make a different one." Sherry chuckled.

She rounded the island and opened up the cupboard, and began pulling small vials down from the shelves.

"I know a few recipes from when I was a knight that should do the trick." Sherry explained.

With a clean glass of water in hand, she began measuring out and combining several ingredients. Michael's nose twitched and wrinkled when he smelled some of them. The ones she was using were fuller than the other vials, thus hinting Sherry didn't like using those ingredients very much.

...

*Clink

Sherry thumped the glass down in front of him.

"I know it's unpleasant, but this will get you back on your feet in a big way." Sherry said apologetically.

"It doesn't look too bad... but damn that burns my eyes!" Michael exclaimed.

"Yes yes, I know. I suggest you hold your nose, close your eyes, and gulp it down. It's either this, or I could make that other one I gave you earlier." Sherry suggested.

Michael lifted the glass, looking it over with a displeased expression.

"One glass of cancer, down the hatch." Michael quipped.

He pinched his nose shut, closed his eyes, and gulped it down. Sherry looked on in with a mix of amazement and horror as the potion glugged down his throat to the last drop. She had expected him to take one taste and immediately spit it out.

"Ahh." Michael sighed.

He put the glass down.

...

..

.

"Sweetie?" Sherry questioned.

.

..

...

"Hmmp, wasn't so bad." Michael muttered.

Sherry mouthed his words back to herself silently, in pure disbelief.

"I don't know how... but that shit reminds me of high school." Michael murmured.

Sherry shook her head in disbelief.

"You live in a strange world sweetie. How did you drink that?" Sherry marveled.

"Oh please. Once you've gotten drunk and eaten cheese whiz spam sandwiches, you don't care about taste anymore." Michael said dismissively.

...

"Especially when the next morning, you're barfing up said sandwiches along with all the half dozen mixed types of alcohol you drank the previous night." Michael added.

Sherry winced.

"Ouch." Sherry said.

"Yeah." Michael agreed.

Sherry rounded the island again and positioned herself next to Michael so she could help him to his feet. Of course Michael expected her to provide a shoulder to lean on so he could get to the couch, but she had different plans. Her arm slipped around his knees and she picked him up entirely. He flailed his arms as Sherry hefted him effortlessly.

"WHA WHOA!" Michael cried.

"Never fear my love, for I shall bear you through all trials. Though you may be heavy, my heart is light." Sherry said.

"Nice poetry." Michael said dryly.

"Thank you. I practiced in front of the polished glass in the room of bathing." Sherry explained.

Sherry turned to carry Michael to the couch, but failed to take into account where his head was in relation to the island chair. His head made firm and loud contact with the chair, and then the island itself, then the empty drinking glass on top of the island. Michael let out a cry of pain.

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyyyyyy!" Sherry wailed.

Sherry placed Michael down on the new couch as gently as she could. He was clutching the side of his head. She pried Michael's fingers away and started kissing the bump.

"I'm so so so so sorry sweetie." Sherry wailed.

*Smooch

*Smooch

*Lick

*Smooch

"Sherry... if you're going to kiss anything, then kiss my lips. It's no fun to kiss the side of my head." Michael blurted.

...

"Shit, I did it again. What the hell is wrong with me?" Michael thought.

...

"Shush. If you say things like that, I'll lose control." Sherry chastised.

Sherry slowly inched towards Michael's lips.

"I do want it. I want to kiss him soooooo bad. But I don't want to wear him out too much." Sherry thought.

Sherry crept a little closer.

"Just a kiss. Just a little taste. He gave me permission after all~. Besides... a kiss has never hurt anyone." Sherry thought.

With her mind made up, she rapidly closed the last of the distance between their lips. Her soft lips latched onto his, and she gave him a warm and loving kiss.

...

..

.

After drinking Sherry's not so tasty tonic, and being kissed and fawned over repeatedly, Michael was feeling well enough to hop into the shower and finally get clean. Of course Sherry showered with him at the same time, and the two of them went into the bedroom to get dressed.

"Sweetie, what would you like me to wear today?" Sherry asked.

Her finger brushed against her breasts seductively.

"Or if you rather, nothing at all?" Sherry suggested.

"Whatever is your least favorite. We're going to be getting dirty and grimy. Actually I take that back, I will be getting dirty and grimy, so you can wear whatever you want." Michael corrected himself.

"Dirty and grimy?" Sherry asked, surprised.

"Well yeah! I've got a lot of dirty hard work to do on that car, goofball!" Michael exclaimed, smiling.

"You didn't say anything about dirty hard work before." Sherry murmured.

"Ehh. I didn't think of it." Michael shrugged.

Michael disappeared into the closet to get clothes, and returned shortly. As he returned to the bedroom with his clothes in hand and a jacket over his shoulder, he saw Sherry seemingly staring off into the distance. He didn't know it at the time, but her mind was off on a fantastical tangent regarding his health.

"Is something wrong?" Michael asked.

She flicked her eyes towards him, resting their demonic red gaze directly on him.

"I don't want you to work outside in the hot sun! I insist on you staying indoors while I do all the work!" Sherry said forcefully.

"Huh? Where'd that come from?" Michael asked.

Sherry rose from the bed, determined.

"I said... I don't want you working in the hot sun!" Sherry insisted loudly.

She snagged his wrist like a striking snake, and pulled him forcefully onto the bed.

"Whoa!" Michael cried.

*POMF

Sherry clamped a hand down on the nape of his neck, keeping him forcefully pinned to the bed.

"Do you seriously believe I'm going to drain your spirit energy every night, and then demand you to slave away to uphold a promise I made in your name? I don't think so!" Sherry blustered.

She stroked his cheek with her fingers lovingly as she stared, her eyes full of enrapture.

"You're far too valuable to me sweetie. Just stay inside where you belong." Sherry insisted.

"I must keep sweetie from exerting himself, lest his body fail and I become a murderer. Such a horrid thing is unheard of in the demon realms. Sweetie was portly, and I'm sure that damaged his heart some." Sherry thought.

...

Meanwhile, Michael formed a faint frown.

"Damn it. My father used to say the same shit whenever I pissed him off. Just go inside and play games, he would say. If I actually did, then the beatings came. Frack that." Michael thought.

Michael brushed her hand away abruptly and pulled back, getting some distance away from her. She answered by slipping closer, completely refusing to acknowledge his displeasure.

"Tell me. I must know what needs to be done." Sherry pressed.

"No! What the hell did I do?" Michael blurted.

Sherry blinked in surprise.

"Was it because I couldn't keep up with you? Because I drank that potion and had your help to get on my feet?" Michael asked.

"Well yes, that is part of it..." Sherry began to say.

Michael pushed her away, the frown clearly growing on his face.

"I don't need any help doing my work! I could bust rocks on a freeway all day and still take whatever you could throw at me every night! I'm not helpless!" Michael bellowed.

Sherry recoiled as if she were punched.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD?!" Sherry exclaimed.

He squirmed, trying to pull away from her.

"I'm going to work on my car! Period. And no, you can't do it for me!" Michael insisted.

Sherry shook her head with a bewildered look on her face.

"No? What do you mean no?" Sherry asked, confused.

"Wow. Monster girls are really bad with the word no." Michael thought.

Sherry leaned forward, and Michael stiffened, but she snuck a kiss.

"How about now? Will you tell me what work needs to be done to the Duster?" Sherry asked.

"No." Michael said dryly.

"You obstinate man! Why must you make it so difficult?" Sherry cried angrily.

...

Michael bit his tongue, keeping himself from snapping back with something he would regret. Instead, he tried to change the direction of the conversation.

"That car means everything to me. It's the one most valuable thing I own, and I know every lifter and lug nut. You didn't even know cars existed a few days ago." Michael said calmly.

Michael sighed.

"I built that car up from a rolling chassis. If I lost her... I'd be lost." Michael added.

"It's just a thing, and things shouldn't be that important." Sherry said.

"I can't expect you to understand." Michael said dismissively.

...

"Try me." Sherry pressed.

Michael was silent for a long time, his face shifting from one emotion to another as the memories of the Duster filtered through his mind. How he had gotten the rolling chassis for free from an old man who used to build hot rods, but wanted to retire and move up north somewhere. Michael had been working for that man as a hired hand, and his last day of work consisted of a pay check and a free Duster with virtually nothing in it. Not even seats. How Michael had wondered at first...'What the hell do I do with this thing?'. Then the frantic search for some sort of power plant, and the fateful day when he found someone throwing away an old dodge motor home from the seventies. It had the iconic 440 mopar in it, and the motor home had sat in one spot it sunk into the ground. He remembered taking a bicycle one way with a heap of tools on his back, and driving the sputtering and smelly old motor home back the other way three days later. He had felt so victorious, getting that old motor home running when it hadn't run in 15 years. And then, tired and disheveled, Michael finally managed to extract his prize from the depths of the motor home. A very greasy, but low miles, mopar 440 engine. From there Michael scavenged every junkyard and trash pit he could find in search of parts. Many of which he cobbled together from several different cars. Like the old rusty Duster he found rotting in a forgotten junk yard that had a crumpled front end, but a full interior and good drive shaft. Or the old rusty dodge farm truck he found which had a million miles, but a perfectly good 4 speed manual transmission. And then the memories of a craigslist transaction that nearly went bad and got him killed in the bad part of town, all for a mopar 8 3/4" rear end. That was the event that made him buy his Beretta and keep it handy nearly everywhere he went.

...

The memories of putting it all together, all while under threat of impending eviction by his parents. Just a nearly 18 year old kid who was in a big hurry.

...

The day he was supposed to leave, frantically trying to start the engine. Praying that it would start. Knowing he had to leave either on foot or by Duster. It was his 18th birthday. If he was still there on the day after, he would be arrested for trespassing.

...

The overwhelming joy he felt when the 440 fired up, and actually idled properly right away.

...

The quick rush as he threw his few possessions he had left to his name in the Duster, being forced to leave things behind that didn't fit. And then the walk of shame from what was supposed to be his forever home, with only 60 bucks left for gas. Of course, the irony of that gas hog 440 did not escape him as he bitterly drove down the driveway and down the road.

...

And the long journey as he slowly migrated across state lines, going from job to job so he could get tanks of gas and something to chew on for food. No matter where he went or what he did, that Duster always seemed to come through for him. Even when they were on their last gas fumes and last dollar, they always managed to get where they were going. A place where they could find a home... and hope for a better future.

...

..

.

"The Duster... is my baby. I created her from nothing, and I take pride in my work. She's beautiful and I love working on her." Michael finally said.

Sherry blinked for several long moments.

"Beautiful?" Sherry mouthed.

"I'll never give up working on her. We've been through too much together. She isn't just some appliance that gets me from one place to another. Can't you get that?" Michael asked, slightly bitter.

...

"OH! Well that changes things! Why didn't you tell me you like working on the Duster? Doing something you like is entirely different than working in the heat on something unpleasant!" Sherry exclaimed.

"It's not even hot outside. Just look at the thermometer. Why do you think I grabbed a jacket?" Michael chuckled.

Sherry chuckled nervously.

"I erred. My apologies sweetie. Please forgive me. Are you angry with me?" Sherry asked.

Michael paused for a moment, and his eyes flicked downward briefly.

"No. Why would you think that?" Michael said unconvincingly.

"Pay it no heed my love." Sherry said quietly.

Sherry slid closer and pulled him into a loving embrace, and gently pushed her body harder against his.

...

"He's lying. Even a human could tell. I wish to learn about this new temper I have discovered, but do I dare open this box and let the demons of old out?" Sherry thought.

...

*Patpatpat

Michael's hand patted her shoulder repeatedly, making her pull away and look at him directly.

*GASP!

Michael took a deep breath.

"You were smothering me with those huge tits of yours!" Michael exclaimed.

"Hehe... a good way to die is it not?" Sherry chuckled.

"... I can't deny that. Could you put on a bra though? We're going to be in public." Michael said.

"As you wish my love." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

Sherry leaned forward seductively and plucked the bra out of the discarded heap of clothes laying on the bed. With slow exaggerated movements which caused her breasts to sway, she put her bra on one cup at a time.

"Oh sweetie~... could you help me adjust it?" Sherry sang.

"Sure uh... I guess." Michael said, uncertain.

He reached behind her, straightening up the bra straps.

"Ohh~ sweetie help adjust by boobs please. They're not sitting right." Sherry sang, smiling.

...

Michael slipped his hand in between her right breast and the cup of the bra. Her soft flesh gave a little as if welcoming his hand, but pressed back in just the right way to be considered firm. Even with his fingers outstretched completely he couldn't hold her whole breast, so he had to fondle and wrangle it a bit to make it sit comfortably in the bra cup. Sherry merely sat there with an ever growing smile on her face, and it was evident to Michael that she was enjoying it just a little too much.

"Like you expect a guy to know how to adjust a bra." Michael grumbled.

"Oh sweetie you are doing juuuuust fiiiiiiine." Sherry giggled.

Michael managed to get her right boob adjusted properly and moved on to the left.

"If you want me to fondle your boobs, all you have to do is ask. It's not like I'll say no." Michael noted.

"If I asked you to do all the things I want you to do, you would never leave this bed. You would never have any time to do anything else." Sherry said, smiling.

Michael finished adjusting her jublies and pulled his hands free. Her elastic and soft flesh jiggled madly, barely contained within the bra. It was like her tits were trying to suck his fingers in, and it wasn't easy pulling away.

"All good?" Michael asked.

"Yes very good. Thank you so much sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

Michael leaned over and bundled up the rest of her clothes.

"Here's the rest of your... eh... wait where's your panties?" Michael asked.

Sherry pointed straight up.

...

"Huh?" Michael grunted.

The panties in question were firmly glued to the ceiling, along with a pair of Michael's skivvies. The same skivvies he had been wearing the night before.

"Wut...?" Michael gaped.

...

"Wait, how did they even get up there!?" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry shrugged her shoulders.

"That's not your only pair is it?" Michael asked.

"They are. We only bought outer wear at the thrift store remember? I know not where the tailor is located in this city, or I would have bought more." Sherry said.

"Okay fair enough. Note to self, go to the department store today." Michael said.

"Does this 'department store' sell quality clothing? I want to buy especially nice things to wear for you." Sherry said.

...

"Nice things to wear for me... or herself?" Michael thought suddenly.

...

"There are a few which do. If you want, I'll drive you to one later today." Michael said.

Sherry nodded.

"Just as well. Some things you don't want to cheap out on, and lady's underwear is one of them. It's my understanding that it's especially important to get the fit exact or it is uncomfortable." Michael reasoned.

"Quite. I had a wonderful tailor back in Lescatie who was a magician when it came to a sewing needle." Sherry said.

"Sewing needle eh? I wonder what your tailor could do with a sewing machine." Michael wondered aloud.

"Is there such a machine which could do a fiddly and complex thing like sewing?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah there sure is. In fact there a lot of things in this world... that would... hmm." Michael paused.

Michael suddenly jumped off the bed and walked into the closet. He came back out holding a small pocket notebook and a pen. He sat on the edge of the bed and wrote 'Sewing machine' on the first line. Sherry watched closely over his shoulder

"Your magical endless pen is so amazing no matter how often I look at it!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael paused a moment as the words sank into his brain. After a moment of thinking, he wrote 'Pens' on the second line just under the sewing machine entry.

"What are you doing sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Oh just a crazy idea of mine. Don't mind me." Michael said.

"It's amazing you know how to read sweetie. Most of the men and women in my world know little about their letters." Sherry commented.

...

Michael skipped a line down and wrote "McGuffy Readers" on the notepad.

Finally at long last, Michael and Sherry gathered up some tools and prepared to leave. Michael sat in his chair and pulled on his boots while Sherry stood idly by and watched him.

"Hey aren't you going to put on those cute hip boots of yours?" Michael asked.

"You like them?" Sherry asked, grinning.

Michael nodded.

"They really compliment your legs. Where are they anyways?" Michael asked.

Sherry didn't say a word, she just stood still as a black substance crept up her legs starting at her toes. Before long, her legs were coated in the skin tight substance which transformed into the shape of tall hip boots. Heels formed at the bottom, and there she was standing in her normal footwear.

...

"Oh, so that's how you got those things on and off so easily." Michael said, stunned.

"Of course! Real boots would be far too time consuming to take off if we were to decide to have sex suddenly. So I created these." Sherry said, grinning devilishly.

...

Michael blinked several times, his brain comprehending what he had just seen.

...

"They look nice." Michael said, at a loss of words.

He went back to putting his own boots on the old fashioned way. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"Sweetie? That's not all." Sherry said.

Michael looked up again just in time to see Sherry flip up her skirt in his direction. He saw her wearing the world's skimpiest skin tight panties that just barely protected her modesty, or lack thereof.

"I made them the same way I made my boots." Sherry explained.

She squirmed a bit.

"They feel funny though. The mana tickles me on occasion, and having it so close to my pussy is sending lightning up my spine. I'm being edged nonstop." Sherry shivered.

"Why don't you just wait for when we go to the department store?" Michael asked.

"Because a breeze might catch my skirt and show someone something I'd rather they not see." Sherry said, pouting.

Michael's eyebrows shot up.

"You... actually care about that?" Michael asked, surprised.

"Of course I do!" Sherry exclaimed.

She slipped her thumb under her magic panties and slipped them down, exposing herself to him.

"My body is only meant for you, and nobody else. No other man may look at me." Sherry said.

She scooted closer.

"No other man may touch me or love me either." Sherry added.

She took his hand and pulled it towards her own lower half, where she guided his fingers to the inside of her thigh. Her skin was normally very warm to Michael, but in that place it felt like a furnace.

"You really are something Sherry. You sure know how to make a fella feel alright." Michael said, smiling.

...

Shortly later, they took trips hauling Michael's things downstairs to the Duster and then closed up the apartment. As Sherry was locking the door, she turned to ask Michael a question.

"What are we doing sweetie? Why am I locking the door?" Sherry asked.

"It's against my lease to work on my car here. I always pick a random parking lot somewhere else to work on my car. Today I was thinking of going to the car wash and ruining their parking lot for a change." Michael explained.

"Tis a shame. It would be far more convenient to work here under the cover of demonic energy. It will be warmer outside it." Sherry said.

"Yeah it's nice and cool. I like it. Sure beats the usual Arizona heat!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry finished locking up and Michael gently plucked the keys out of her slender fingers. They walked down the stairs together arm in arm, and Michael turned left instead of right towards the parked Duster. Sherry shot him a questioning glance.

"I have to go check my mail and pay the rent." Michael explained.

The two of them strolled through the large apartment complex towards the other end where the mail boxes were. As they walked, Michael noted that very few people were outside. It was abnormally quiet, other than a couple women who were obviously corrupted by demonic energy. Their hungry monster eyes followed his every move, but they never advanced or did anything other than say hello in seductive voices. Several of the apartments Michael walked past had open windows or doors, the sounds of pleasurable moaning coming from inside. It was painfully obvious that a whole lot of people were having sex all at the same time in a small area.

"The neighborhood's improving." Michael noted.

Sherry laughed joyously, and looked Michael over with an amused gaze.

"Never did I think I would see the day when a human would look upon a blooming inma community, and say that it is an improvement!" Sherry pronounced.

Sherry fell back a few steps, letting Michael gain a lead.

"Well yeah! I like monster girls! I just... hope the army or police don't ruin the party." Michael said.

As Michael spoke, little did he know that a mysterious person was listening just out of sight. The eavesdropper spoke up with a gruff but sweet voice, seemingly in answer to his comment.

"FUCK THE POLICE!" A voice shouted.

Michael jerked in surprise and whirled his head around, his eyes landing on a figure partially hidden on the other side of a shrub bush. It was a well endowed woman, sitting in a lounge chair, who was wearing the shredded remains of a police uniform. It took Michael a split second to figure out she was a Manticore. She was the very first manticore he had ever laid eyes on, and she was quite impressive and intimidating in her appearance. The signature spiky tail was slowly swaying in the air behind her, appearing like a cobra about to strike. Michael wondered how she fit the tail through the back of the chair. Her clothes were obviously intended for a petite woman, but her body was far too curvy and gifted with beast like features to fit in them anymore. Her paws seemed to flex in anticipation. Michael was in the vicinity of an apex predator.

...

..

.

"FUCK EM RIGHT IN THE PUSSY!" The corrupted policewoman added.

Right after saying that, the policewoman formed a sadistic smile on her face.

"For a second there I thought you meant something else." Michael chuckled.

"Oh you mean the whole FUCK THE POLICE thing that perps say? Nah, I don't mean that. I mean literally FUCK THE POLICE... and I am the police." The corrupted policewoman explained.

...

"So that means... fuck me! Or I'm going to fuck you!" The corrupted policewoman laughed.

Right then, Sherry rounded the corner and stood next to Michael. She had purposely waited just out of sight to see what would happen, purely for her own amusement. As soon as the manticore laid eyes on Sherry, she visibly wilted.

"Ah fuck... you're taken." The corrupted policewoman cussed.

"Sorry." Michael shrugged.

"Man, I have the worst luck! All the boys at the station got taken right after they responded to that fuck fest down at the college!" The corrupted policewoman spat.

Sherry scooted closer to Michael and wrapped her arms around him, one going up his shirt and the other going in his waistband.

"As you said, this one is mine and you may not have him." Sherry said.

As she spoke, she transformed into her succubus form.

...

"Hey... you're her! Aren't you?" The corrupted policewoman exclaimed.

"I am Searraigh Fontaine. Your mistress." Sherry said.

The corrupted policewoman immediately jumped out of her chair and bowed. Except for her tail, which was still stuck out the back of the chair. The chair that got lifted in the air as she bowed and bobbed around, banging into things.

...

"Wow, that's real graceful." Michael thought.

...

"Rise." Sherry commanded.

"Yes my mistress!" The corrupted policewoman cried.

Michael looked on in wonder at the whole scene.

"I sense my influence growing, but I wish to learn exact details of how far my magic has spread." Sherry questioned.

"There are several patches, but the police chief said about a quarter of town is covered now. Right before he got kidnapped by his secretary, he called for help from the other precincts to manage the 'riots'. At least, that's what he called them. It's not outside town yet." The corrupted policewoman recounted.

Sherry grinned devilishly, taking a step closer to the manticore. It seemed that Sherry somehow loomed over that apex predator, and there was no doubt who was in charge.

"Very good. I am quite pleased. Inform all that you speak with that I, Searraigh Fontaine, their mistress, commands this realm to expand as quickly as possible. My husband and I are the new rulers of this world." Sherry said formally.

...

"Wow, talk about being overly dramatic." Michael thought.

...

"Yes mistress!" The corrupted policewoman cried.

The manticore policewoman immediately turned and briskly walked down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, chair still stuck on her tail.

"How did she recognize you?" Michael asked.

"Instinct imprinted on her by the demonic energy. I didn't need to make her spread the word, but it does solidify our position." Sherry said.

She gracefully swept closer to him, in stark contrast to that manticore.

*GLOP

She grabbed his arm and squeezed it against her breast, her smile beaming.

...

Michael took several more steps and arrived at the mailbox, where he stuck the key in and checked inside. There were several letters and some package box keys. As he fetched his mail, he continued the conversation.

"Our position? You mean your position right?" Michael asked.

"Of course not. You are my king, and I am your queen. The others must simply be told their place." Sherry said.

Michael chuckled.

"I'm no king." Michael said quietly.

"Of course you are sweetie! And someday I'll build you a grand castle, and all of this..." Sherry said.

She waved her hand around.

"...will all be yours. The whole world will be your kingdom." Sherry finished.

Sherry passed her right hand over Michael's chest, her fingers crackling with the distinctive glow of magic. Michael tried to back up, but she held him tight for a few seconds longer to ensure the spell could sink in.

"There. All done!" Sherry said happily.

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

"You'll see." Sherry said simply.

Michael blinked a few times and shook his head.

"Sherry." Michael said.

"Yes sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"I'm not a king." Michael said flatly.

"But..." Sherry tried to argue.

"I'm an Irish American damn it! I don't like kings, and I won't be a king!" Michael barked.

Sherry flinched, completely taken by surprise.

"But... I can't help but think of you as my king. That's how my world works." Sherry whined.

...

Michael took a breath to calm himself.

"Sorry Sherry. I didn't mean to blow up." Michael said apologetically.

Michael walked past her and towards the parcel lockers.

Sherry stood there in silence as Michael retrieved his packages.

"He's... angry." Sherry thought.

...

She grinned devilishly.

"Now's my chance." Sherry thought.

...

He dug several packages out of the large mailboxes and started walking back towards the apartment. Just as he passed by, Sherry gently brushed her fingers against his exposed flank and cast another new spell on him. He didn't notice.

"Hmm. Junk, more junk, ads, bills, more bills, and... a letter?" Michael said.

Sherry glanced over his shoulder to look at the letter in his hand.

"Who wrote it?" Sherry asked.

"My parents." Michael muttered, scowling.

Michael walked up to a trash can and threw away all the junk mail, and the letter as well. He pulled out a pocket knife and started opening the bills as he slowly walked away. Sherry plucked the letter out of the trash and quickly caught up with him.

"Sweetie, you accidentally threw your parent's letter away!" Sherry cried.

She held the letter up for him. He did not take it.

"It wasn't an accident." Michael muttered.

"... what?" Sherry stammered.

"Throw it back in the trash. I don't want anything to do with those two jerks. They can take a long walk off a short cliff." Michael spat.

!

Michael continued walking, leaving a very surprised and appalled Sherry behind. She remained for a moment, uncertain as to what she should say. Suddenly a devious smile formed on her face, if but just for a split second. Moments later, she caught back up with Michael.

"But they are your parents! Surely you don't hate them! Even when my family disowned me when I became a monster, I never stopped loving them!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Good for you." Michael growled.

Sherry grabbed Michael's shoulder and shoved him against a nearby wall.

"Hey! You be nice! Family is all important! I won't have my husband pushing away his when I am trying to create a new one! Read the letter!" Sherry demanded.

Michael angrily snatched the letter out of her hand as she waved it in front of his nose. He slit the end open with his knife and pulled out the letter. Before he began to read, he glanced down at her arm pinning his shoulder.

"Let go of me!" Michael said dangerously.

Sherry pulled her hand off his shoulder and he straightened. He reached down and slipped the pocket knife back in his pocket. Just as he was about to start reading, the manticore policewoman from earlier came around the corner. He immediately stuffed his hand back in his pocket the moment Sherry's attention was drawn away.

...

The manticore policewoman was asking Sherry a question, but Michael wasn't paying attention to her words at all. He was busy pulling a lighter out of his pocket.

...

The manticore finished her question, bowed, and walked away after glancing briefly at Michael. She seemed confused, but she kept quiet. When Sherry turned to look at Michael once more, she let out a surprised gasp. The letter that Michael had been holding was nearly totally consumed in fire, and even her insanely inhuman fast reflexes were only able to save a little bit of the letter from burning. Only the corner survived, and it only had the words 'love mom' written on it. Michael held up a bic lighter and flicked it a couple times with a defiant smirk on his face.

"I win." Michael grinned.

Sherry watched with sad eyes as the last crumbling remains of the letter slipped from her fingers and disappeared forever.

"Why?" Sherry asked quietly.

"You wouldn't ask that question if you knew what they were like. If I never see them again, it'll be too soon." Michael said emphatically.

"How can you say that, they are you Y! You are casting aside your own blood! What of your mother? The letter said she loves you!" Sherry argued.

"I suppose technically she is my mother. I have a piece of paper that says she is. I highly doubt she actually loves me, nor do I really care." Michael said nonchalantly.

"NO! That is UNACCEPTABLE! You WILL care, and I WILL mend whatever fence has been broken here! The mistress told me how important family is, and how it must be protected! As a knight in her army, I took an oath to protect families!" Sherry bellowed.

"In this case, I disagree with your mistress." Michael said calmly.

Sherry gasped, her hands flying to cover a face utterly covered in shock.

...

"How dare you! She is all wise!" Sherry shouted.

"I'm sure she is. There's no disputing she is definitely wise if she can wrangle the masses of monster girls together into a coherent army." Michael agreed.

"So you will contact your parents?" Sherry asked, hopeful.

"No. I still won't." Michael replied.

"I will contact them for you! No child should be forced to part from their parents no matter what has occurred!" Sherry argued, scowling.

"Is that so? Hmm." Michael said softly.

The bic lighter Michael was still holding flicked and formed a flame, which he held to the empty envelope he was still holding. The top left corner caught on fire, and Sherry quickly snatched it away and doused it.

"What did you just destroy?" Sherry demanded.

"The return address. Now you can't contact them for me." Michael said calmly.

"Tt-then I will force you to divulge their address!" Sherry stammered.

Michael turned and stared Sherry straight in the eye.

"I don't know it. They moved years ago." Michael said.

Sherry's eyes darted back and forth across his face, looking closely at all his features. But she knew already, because he looked her right in the eye when he said it.

"You... aren't lying." Sherry said in a pained voice.

Michael broke eye contact and started picking up the packages that had gotten dropped when Sherry had pinned him. Once they were all in his arms, he resumed slowly walking away.

"Now! It's time to strike! His blood runs hot!" Sherry thought.

...

"I'm not done with you yet mister! You idiot! You absolute intolerable fool! You must actually have brain damage to be so ignorant!" Sherry mocked.

Michael remained silent and kept walking.

"Don't you walk away from me while I am speaking! You fathead!" Sherry shouted.

Michael's eye began to twitch. Sherry had hit a soft spot.

"Yeah that's right. I'm a fathead. I must be because that's what everyone used to call me. Big fat guy with a big fat head." Michael growled.

Sherry quickly ran after Michael to catch up with his increased walking pace. Her heels clacked on the ground twice for each time Michael's boots thumped concrete once.

"You are the worst! How dare you mistreat your mother and father! How dare you reject those who raised you!" Sherry barked.

"Why the hell are you acting like this?" Michael demanded angrily.

"Your poor father probably wonders if you are alive or dead! You are an absolute monster for treating him so!" Sherry accused.

"Oh, I'm the monster? Look who's talking." Michael jabbed.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Sherry cried.

Her response was somehow especially loud and displeased. Michael had obviously hit a sore spot. It was enough to make Michael take note and pause for a moment.

...

"You're a monster girl, dumbass. It's in the name." Michael said dryly.

"I don't believe you! You meant it another way!" Sherry accused.

"So what if I did? What are you going to do?" Michael taunted.

She grabbed him on the shoulder and spun him around.

*SMACK

Sherry slapped him. It wasn't a full power strike, or even a fraction of her strength, but it did leave red finger shaped marks behind. The idea behind getting smacked hurt worse than the actual smack, but to Michael in that very instant it felt like she had hit him as hard as she could.

"Get this straight you fool. Never call me a monster like that again! And never disrespect my mistress either!" Sherry warned.

Michael rubbed his cheek where she slapped him, the anger clear on his face.

"Why you little..." Michael muttered angrily.

"What are you going to do? Strike a woman?" Sherry taunted.

...

"Yeah." Michael said.

*SMACK

Michael slapped Sherry across the face, returning her blow with equal force. She reeled in surprise. In Sherry's world, a man striking a woman was considered dishonorable. But as far as Michael was concerned, with men and women being equal in the modern world, that included trading blows.

"Hit me again! I dare you!" Michael barked.

Sherry balled her fist up and swung for his nose. She never got the chance to land a blow. Michael lost it at that moment, when he saw a real punch heading his way. His reaction was pure instinct, and fast as greased lightning.

*POW

Michael deflected her blow and popped her right in the mouth, making her squeak in surprise.

*Thump

She landed on the ground, clutching at her jaw. Michael loomed over her, his fist still clenched.

"Get up, so I can knock you down again!" Michael growled, eyes dark and angry.

Sherry waved her free hand, her other hand still clutching her mouth. A slight trickle of blood filtered out of between her fingers.

"I yield." Sherry said, wincing.

She pulled her fingers away and saw the blood. Her lips twisted in a devious smile and she licked the blood off her fingers.

"That actually hurt sweetie." Sherry said, smiling.

...

Michael's angry expression and aggressive stance began to fade, and his fist slowly lowered down to his side. In place of his angry scowl, an expression of pure horror slowly took its place.

"Shit... what have I done!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry got back on her feet, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Good." Sherry growled quietly.

Michael's horrified face became even more confused.

"Very good." Sherry purred.

She grabbed his shirt roughly, and he made no motion to fight back. Her intense gaze stared him straight in the eye, and Michael looked away in shame.

"I... I shouldn't have... I lost control... I can't believe that actually happened!" Michael choked.

Sherry began to push, and Michael found himself backed against the wall once again.

"You can hit me back if you want. I'm used to it." Michael murmured.

"That would be pointless." Sherry said.

"mmMMPH!" Michael cried, muffled.

Sherry roughly forced her lips against his, jabbing her tongue in his mouth. He instantly tasted her blood. It was a quick and aggressive kiss, and Michael squirmed helplessly.

"You're quite the catch. Quite the catch indeed. You're a man... through and through. Just the kind of man I wanted." Sherry pronounced huskily.

"What the frack are you talking about?!" Michael demanded.

"You're a kind man, but you have fire in your blood. Now I've finally seen it first hand, and it makes me unbelievably horny." Sherry explained.

"What the hell? You're crazy!" Michael exclaimed.

"Crazy about you." Sherry said seductively.

She began slipping her hands under his clothes. He struggled, to no avail.

"Stop fighting it. You know how it will end." Sherry whispered.

"What?! What the frack is wrong with you? I HIT you!" Michael exclaimed.

"I cast a spell on you to make you lose your temper. Therefore, it wasn't your fault. Now... we can go have makeup sex." Sherry said, grinning lewdly.

"The hell we..." Michael tried to say.

*crackle WHOOSH

And just like that, they teleported back to the bedroom of their apartment. Letters and packages went flying, as did pieces of clothing.

"Make up fucking~ Make up fucking~ We're going to do lots of make up fucking~" Sherry sang.

Sherry quickly got to work poking and prodding all his buttons. She pressed her body against his, once more forcing herself on him.

"Gaaaahhh!" Michael cried.

"Oooohhhhh. I'm going to fuck you even harder, because you've turned me on so much. Do you feel how unbelievably wet I am?" Sherry said huskily.

~Later~

Michael staggered out of his bedroom, his head hung in fatigue. When he got to the living room, he leaned against the wall for support and let out a quiet sigh.

"...frack..." Michael mouthed.

He lingered there for quite a while, his eyes clamped shut tightly. His teeth were gritted, and inside him was a battle raging between the desire to bite back and the paranoia about Sherry leaving him.

"She'll leave me for sure now. I would. But do I really care? She's just using me however she likes. But I don't want to be alone anymore, even if she is abusing me. Oh my god... what have I gotten myself into?" Michael thought, confused.

Right around then, the faint sound of humming graced his ears. His eyes opened and he looked behind him to find Sherry quietly standing there with her hands just a fraction of an inch above his back. Her fingers glowed faintly with crimson.

"What the frack!" Michael exclaimed, startled.

He jumped and whirled around, surprising Sherry almost as much as he was.

"I'm sorry I startled you sweetie." Sherry said apologetically.

"What the hell was that?" Michael demanded.

"Nothing much my love. Just a small spell to help your body function more efficiently, so your strength will return quickly. I meant no harm." Sherry explained.

...

"Is she doing that because she cares about me, or because she cares about spirit energy?" Michael thought suddenly.

...

Michael winced, having realized he had been thinking such thoughts without even realizing. The whole reason why he liked monster girls in the first place was to avoid thinking such thoughts. The fact he was thinking them filled him with fear, and he wasn't hiding it very well from Sherry's succubus eyes.

...

"Uhh...yeah sure. Okay." Michael said unconvincingly.

Sherry hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning his face briefly.

"Sit down sweetie." Sherry said evenly.

Michael did as he was told, and he sat down on the edge of the couch. She sat next to him and told him to face away from her. Then she wrapped her arms around him in a hug from behind, and resumed casting the spell.

"Shhh, it's alright sweetie. I'll be done in a moment." Sherry reassured.

Michael remained silent.

...

"I can't ever think things like that about Sherry ever again. Just... shut up and let her do what she wants. Whether it's true or not, I can't pay the price. Can't I? I'm so confused." Michael thought, berating himself.

~Later~

Michael and Sherry quietly exited the apartment once again. They went down the stairs and swung a left down the sidewalk in front of all the parked cars. Michael lead while Sherry walked next to him, her footsteps light and energetic.

"That was fun~ We should argue more often sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

"I don't think it works that way." Michael muttered quietly.

His feet were nearly shuffling, in stark contrast to her footsteps.

"Oh don't be like that. The Maoyu and her husband argue all the time, and blow holes in the royal castle in the process. But afterwards... I've heard that the sex is inhuman." Sherry recounted.

...

"On the other had there's nothing stopping me from doing any inhuman thing I want to your body at any time." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

Sherry shamelessly copped a feel of his behind.

"Are you interested in bondage sweetie? I've always wanted to try it out." Sherry whispered.

"I don't think so." Michael said dryly.

"Very well sweetie. I merely seek new avenues of pleasure." Sherry said, dejected.

...

"Uh... maybe we'll talk about it again another time." Michael said.

"As you wish sweetie. Where are we going?" Sherry asked.

"The property manager's office. I need to pay the rent, and it's already past when the office is closed." Michael said.

"Does that mean you must pay tomorrow?" Sherry asked.

"The property manager's car is still there, so I'm just hoping she'll still let me in." Michael pointed out.

...

"So... can you stay out here please? I'll just be a minute." Michael asked.

"Certainly my love. But know this... I will be within earshot. Cry my name loudly should you need me." Sherry instructed.

Sherry sat down on a bench as Michael went up to the property manager's door.

The open sign was still out, and the door was unlocked. Michael tried knocking, but nobody came. So he let himself in. He took a step inside the oddly dark room and looked around.

"Erm... hello? Knock knock!" Michael called.

"Come in Mr. Collins~" A voice called sweetly.

Michael advanced and rounded the corner, heading for the secondary office attached to the main office. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he skidded to a stop as a tinge of recognition hit him.

"Holy frack!" Michael cussed.

...

Meanwhile, Sherry sat upright on the bench seat outside.

"Uh oh. I sense fear. Sweetie's in trouble." Sherry thought.

...

Michael was staring wide eyed at the grotesque sight before him. He had indeed found the property manager, what was left of her. The crude human woman he had been obligated to pay copious amounts of money to every month was no more. In her place was a mixture of inhumanly attractive demon, and a writhing mess of tentacles. She had become a mindflayer.

"I uh... uh... came... to pay..." Michael stammered.

The tentacles shot out and grabbed Michael by the wrist before he could finish.

"Gah! No! Let me go!" Michael cried, struggling.

"Relax. You'll be like a new person when I get done with you." The property manager said sinisterly.

She reeled him in and restrained him with countless writhing tentacles. Several of them crept towards his ears, despite his frantic struggling and pleas. Just before they plunged into his head, they suddenly stopped.

...

Her nose twitched.

"You... your scent... is familiar somehow." The property manager murmured.

Her nose sniffled, sensing his mana.

"He smells like your master." Sherry interjected.

Michael quit struggling and tried to turn his head, but he was restrained. She was standing at the doorway of the office, having just entered the scene in time to hear the property manager's words.

"Sherry! Get me out of here!" Michael cried.

The property manager and Sherry both seemed to ignore his plea for help. Sherry even let her hand fall away from clutching the hilt of her sword.

"It's because of you that I'm like this?" The property manager asked, confused.

She held up a tentacle for example.

"I look like a friggen calamari." The property manager added.

"She must have transformed relatively recently." Sherry thought.

"Yes. I am your mistress. You need not fear what has happened to your body." Sherry reassured.

"Need not fear?" The property manager mouthed.

"That's right. It's just as you said to my husband just now. You have been reborn as a new person. Doesn't it feel amazing dear?" Sherry asked sweetly.

"I feel... so free. So strong, and so... " The property manager said.

...

"So...horny..." The corrupted property manager finished.

Her eyes shifted towards Michael hungrily, and her tentacles shifted and tightened. Several started crawling towards his ears again.

"Oh frack! No way! NO! Let me go!" Michael howled.

The mindflayer let out a disappointed sigh, and let Michael go. She allowed him to flop back into a chair. He flailed around madly.

"Why'd you let me go?!" Michael blurted.

"You told me to... master." The property manager said simply.

...

"How much does my sweetie owe for rent?" Sherry asked .

"Zero dollars. He's all paid up for the rest of the lease." The property manager answered.

"Wait a minute! I came here to pay rent!" Michael exclaimed.

"Nope. you definitely don't owe a penny. I'm certain." The property manager said, winking.

Michael's mouth worked up and down as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"Very good. Thank you miss property manager. Now... my sweetie and I would like to work on our car outside here. Is there any problem with that?" Sherry asked.

"None whatsoever." The property manager said, smiling.

"But you told me it was against the lease!" Michael exclaimed.

"I don't recall that conversation. I'm sure you're just mistaken master." The property manager said.

"This is surreal." Michael murmured.

...

Sherry leaned down and breathed into his ear.

"Say thank you to the nice mindflayer sweetie." Sherry encouraged quietly.

"YES of course thank you!" Michael exclaimed.

The property manager slid closer, a big smile on her face.

"No problem. Say Collins... wouldn't you like to try this out?" The property manager asked.

She held up several tentacles in front of him. His smile faded instantly.

"I'm learning all kinds of crazy new tricks by playing with my own mind, and I can do them to you too. Interested?" The property manager offered.

"That's a wonderful..." Sherry tried to say.

"No thanks. I'll pass for now." Michael interrupted.

Michael stood up and straightened his shirt. Saying thank you one more time, he quickly beat feet out of the office as fast as he could.

...

..

.

By the time Sherry caught up with Michael, he was already half way back to the car. She had resumed her human disguise so she couldn't flap her wings and catch up faster, thus she was forced to chase him while clacking her heels on concrete. Michael was just on the ragged edge of between walking fast and running.

"Sweetie slow down! *Whew* Your legs are longer than mine!" Sherry called.

She managed to catch up, and she caught his arm and hugged it.

"Why do you flee sweetie? She wasn't going to hurt you." Sherry asked.

Michael remained silent. Sherry paused a moment, looking his face over.

"What's wrong sweetie? Why are you troubled?" Sherry asked.

"I'm not troubled." Michael denied.

Sherry immediately pinched his ear lobe and gave it a tug.

"Don't you dare lie to me! I'll know! If you do, then I shall slap you for real!" Sherry warned.

At first Michael was quite shocked and surprised at her threat, but that surprise soon turned into a shaded expression. It seemed as if he lost an inch of height, and his eyes were indiscernible. Instead of spitting out a witty retort as he so wanted to do, he submissively accepted her threat. It felt like he was being crushed down.

"Yeah. Sure. I get it." Michael said quietly.

Michael pulled away and slowly went towards the car. As Sherry watched him go, her anger faded and turned to sorrow. Her hand reached out, and she caught his arm gently.

"Hey... sweetie. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be harsh." Sherry said kindly.

"No I said I get it. I really do. I just don't like the idea of that woman in my head. It's creepy as hell." Michael said.

And with that, he pulled away once more and walked towards the car.

~Later~

Michael silently got to work on his car, laying out all the tools in front of the bumper. Sherry stood nearby, watching over his shoulder and occasionally commenting or trying to strike up a conversation. His answers were short and to the point. Every time she spoke, he answered briefly and ended the conversation while never starting his own. Sherry could clearly see something was bothering him, and that bothered her. So it ended up being where Michael quietly worked on his car while Sherry listlessly shuffled around behind him with a sad face.

"Sweetieeeeee... let me do something!" Sherry whined.

Michael was silent, as if he was ignoring her.

"Sweetie, don't be mean! If you won't let me do something, then at least speak!" Sherry pouted.

"Ok, then how about you detail the interior of the car please." Michael said quietly.

Sherry looked towards the interior of the car, then looked to Michael leaning over the engine.

"And where will you be?" Sherry asked.

"Right here." Michael said quietly.

...

"But that's too far away!" Sherry said unhappily.

"It's a couple of feet." Michael said dryly.

"Yeah but... we can't talk." Sherry wavered.

Michael remained silent.

"Very well sweetie. As you wish." Sherry said, dejected.

She grudgingly went to the passenger door and crawled into the car to do as he told her to do. Not more than a couple minutes passed before she returned and tried to strike up another conversation. At that point she just wanted him to look her in the eye and talk about virtually anything.

"Sweetie?" Sherry asked sweetly.

...

"How do I use these cleaning things?" Sherry asked.

"Read the instructions on the bottle." Michael said simply.

"Oh, I found them. Many thanks sweetie!" Sherry said cheerfully.

Michael remained silent.

...

Sherry's shoulders sank a little in defeat. A couple more minutes passed. Michael was under the car with his feet sticking out.

"Sweetie? Could you explain to me what you're doing? I would love to learn." Sherry asked.

"Maybe another time. Now's not good." Michael answered, muffled.

Sherry slumped a little more, and her eyes downturned. Worry began to weigh on her heavily.

"Something 's come between us. Something is dreadfully wrong here. Perhaps those demons in him have come to haunt me." Sherry thought.

*Zzzzzt

*Cliiiiiick

Sherry perked her ears as she heard a sound she had never heard before. The sound of a socket wrench.

"Mother fracking... god damn... oil changer shitheads... and their impact drivers." Michael cussed, straining.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she listened to a string of expletives come from under the car. Michael was trying to remove the drain plug so he could change the oil, and having a hard time with it.

"I thought he said he enjoys this." Sherry thought.

A few moments of listening to Michael strain himself was all it took to give Sherry a new idea. She shuffled closer, hope in her eyes.

"May I assist you my love?" Sherry asked.

She instantly noticed a slight twitch in his legs, a sign of tenseness.

"No. I've got it." Michael said quietly.

*CRACK

...

*Gloop

Michael moved the drain pan around to catch the oil, then let his body relax as he watched the oil slowly drain out.

"...the shit I go through... to have nice things..." Michael sighed quietly.

Michael glanced forward towards Sherry. She was sitting in such a way that he couldn't see anything above her waist. Her body was motionless, other than her fidgeting fingers. Even at that angle, he could see her soft and beautiful body. The body that sent a tinge of nervousness up his spine. He shook his head.

"...all of it." Michael mouthed.

~Later~

Slowly, the troubles Michael had on the Duster were chipped away. Little maintenance things that every car needs to have done every once in a while. And some things that didn't need to be done very often, such as busting ball joints with a hammer so he could replace a dust boot that had long since cracked and failed on his front end. It didn't take long for Michael to become a greasy dirty mess, much to Sherry's dismay.

" Sweetie? Could you... EEEEK WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR FACE!? You have the black plague!" Sherry cried in dismay.

Michael looked up at her from the ball joint he had been beating on.

"No I don't." Michael said casually.

*WHAM

*WHAM

*WHAM

*CLANG

The ball joint broke and fell apart. As he tried to swap in the new boot, Sherry was placing her hand on his forehead.

"You don't feel feverish. What sort of disea... wait... what in the world is this?!" Sherry exclaimed.

She wiped her finger on one of the black spots on his face, and it wiped away easily. Then she wiped another, and Michael tried to swat her interfering hand away.

"Stop it. It's just motor oil." Michael grumbled.

Sherry breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to him.

"Goodness. I think that stole years from my life. Oh sweetie, you're filthy!" Sherry fussed.

She grabbed a nearby clean rag and began dabbing away at his face as he worked.

"Would you cut that out? I'm just going to get dirty again." Michael said, exasperated.

"I'm sorry sweetie. It's just my nature." Sherry said.

She leaned in for a kiss, but missed by a mile as he leaned forward to grab a tool. When he came back up, his head collided with hers.

"Alright, that's enough! You're crowding me!" Michael growled.

He got up and dragged Sherry along until she was sitting in the passenger seat. Looking around inside the car for something to keep her busy, he spotted one of his old history text books.

"Here, why don't you read this to keep yourself entertained." Michael said.

"A history book? Of your world? ABSOLUTELY! YES THANK YOU!" Sherry exclaimed happily.

Michael sighed in relief at having finally found something that could keep her from buzzing around him like a nagging fly every two seconds. Just as he turned to walk back to the front of the car, Sherry opened the book to a random page. By pure random chance, she happened to flip open the section of the book which had gruesome pictures of world war two.

*GASP

Sherry slammed the book, her eyes wide.

"What cursed tome have you given me?!" Sherry exclaimed, shocked.

"Just read it." Michael grumbled.

And with that, Michael went back to work on the car.

Sherry remained in the car, silently flipping pages as Michael worked.

...

..

.

Every so often, Michael heard some sort of sound effect come out of Sherry depending on what she was reading. Some interested sounds, a couple pleased sounds, and a whole bunch of unhappy sounds.

...

*THUMP

"I shall read no more! I can't stand it!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael remained silent, still under the car. Even his wrenches were silent, as he quietly spun the drain plug back on. She got out of the car, causing the suspension to bob right over Michael's face.

*Taptap

Sherry tapped his leg with her heeled boot.

"Hey, did you hear me? I shant read another sentence." Sherry repeated.

"I heard you." Michael said, muffled.

She was silent for a moment, trying to think up something to say.

"Human nature is not so different here in your world." Sherry commented.

... Silence.

"Humans are weak. Evil is a force which desires to sow chaos and misery wherever it goes, and uses human weakness to its advantage." Sherry insisted.

Michael was silent for several extended seconds.

"Well, I can agree with that." Michael said, muffled.

Sherry perked up, having gotten a response.

"This book proves that your world is really no different than mine, other than mechanisms. And of course... monster girls." Sherry continued.

Michael remained silent.

"And it is the duty of the strong to protect and love the weak. So that is why we inma go to such great lengths to force ourselves onto humans." Sherry added.

...

"Do you disagree?" Sherry asked.

...

"If I disagreed, I wouldn't have told that one guy at school the exact same thing. That's Druella's radical faction talking." Michael grumbled, muffled.

Michael crawled out of under the car, snatched a tool out of his toolbox, and crawled back under the car.

*BangBangBang

"C'mon you cock sucking mother fracker. God damn quicky lube dude tightened you on too!" Michael cussed, muffled.

Sherry crouched down, trying to see what he was doing.

"I swear to god if I find out the son of a bitch who stuck a fram on my car, I'll punch his god damn baby in the nut sack." Michael cussed, muffled.

"Sweetie!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

"Sorry. I'll punch his wife in the nuts." Michael corrected, muffled.

"Oh... ow... that hurt my soul a little." Sherry winced.

Michael resumed banging on his car and letting out a string of frustrated grumbles. Sherry dropped to her hands and knees, trying to look under the car.

"Are you trying to remove that round orange thing?" Sherry asked.

She laid on her back and tried to slide under the car, and was not able to make it far before getting her huge tits wedged against the bumper.

...

Sherry wiggled, trying to get under the car. Michael watched her with a mix of amusement and shock.

...

"Hmm... sweetie, I don't think my body is built for crawling in tight places." Sherry remarked.

"I knew they were big, but damn girl." Michael muttered under his breath.

Sherry flashed him a lewd grin.

"The best pillows in the world. You'll be sleeping on them tonight." Sherry said seductively.

Her sizable breasts were squished tightly against the bumper, keeping her from crawling under the car completely. Even Michael, as big of a man as he was, could fit under the car better than her. Despite being barely able to reach, she stretched her arm out and wrapped her fingers around the oil filter Michael was trying to get off the car.

"Oof, you really did a number on it." Sherry remarked.

The oil filter in question had a Philips screwdriver stabbed in the side, where Michael had been trying to provide enough leverage to wrench the filter off. It was perforated in several places with bits of sharp edges of sheet metal jutting out in many directions.

*Crunch

Sherry wrapped her fingers around the filter and squeezed, creating heavy dents in the steel canister.

...

Her fingers spun it off effortlessly, and she handed it to him with a victorious smile.

"Here you go my love. See? I can help after all!" Sherry said cheerfully.

"Uh oh, you got some oil on your hand." Michael noted.

"No problem sweetie. Observe." Sherry said.

She held her hand up for him to see, and he watched as a flicker of crimson ran down her arm and caused the oil to simply bead up and fall off without so much as leaving a smudge on her perfect skin.

"All mamono stay clean and fresh like this." Sherry explained.

"Oh yeah, I remember reading about that." Michael remarked.

Michael rubbed some oil on the gasket of the fresh filter. Then he handed her the oil filter and she spun it on and tightened it with her one hand.

"You really are fast, I'll give you that." Michael praised.

The two of them crawled out of under the car and Michael went ahead and pulled out fresh oil to pour into the crankcase. As he stood there waiting with the bottle jammed in the funnel, Sherry glanced at him and began to speak.

"I love your world, even with its flaws. I just wanted you to know that sweetie. My original opinion has not changed. I love all humans, but I especially love you." Sherry said.

Michael nodded in acknowledgement. Deep inside, he smiled a little.

...

"I love you too Sherry." Michael thought.

...

"Although, I do wish I could go home for a little while." Sherry added.

"You're homesick?" Michael asked.

Sherry immediately perked up again, having finally drawn Michael into asking her something.

"A little. I miss some of my friends, and of course I miss Lady Druella. Many times I wish I could take you to Lescatie just so you can see it." Sherry said wistfully.

"I'm sorry. Maybe we should focus on getting you home." Michael said sorrowfully.

...

Sherry hugged him from behind, her arms wrapping around his torso and her lips hovering near his ear.

"No matter where I go, I'm taking you with me." Sherry whispered hotly.

Michael remained silent.

"But don't think about it too much. You've made me feel quite at home as it is, so I am content. No... I'm very happy here." Sherry added.

Michael shook his head in refusal and gently peeled her arms off his chest and stomach. Sherry did not resist.

"I don't think so." Michael murmured.

"What?!" Sherry exclaimed.

"I haven't made you welcome at all." Michael said dejectedly.

He bent down to throw his tools back in the tool box, closing the lid with a clang. Sherry tugged on his shirt tail.

"What do you mean? You've done a good job welcoming me to your home! I couldn't have possibly asked for more!" Sherry insisted.

"Ok. If you say so." Michael said quietly.

Michael rounded the car and threw the tool box in the trunk, along with all his leftover supplies. Then he inspected the car one last time to ensure he wasn't forgetting to tighten some bolt or refill some oil or fluid somewhere. As he went back and forth inspecting the car, Sherry waited by the driver door with a sweet smile on her face. Eventually she prodded his shoulder as he walked by.

"Well sweetie? What do you think?" Sherry asked.

Her hands waved around the interior of the Duster. It was utterly flawless, without a speck of dirt anywhere to be found on any of the seats or the dash.

"It looks good. Thanks." Michael said quietly.

"I still desire to clean it more, but it was difficult to clean the carpet." Sherry said.

"We can vacuum that out later I suppose." Michael suggested quietly.

"So does that mean all the work on the car is done for today?" Sherry asked excitedly.

"Yeah." Michael answered simply.

...

"Good. Now that the Duster business is out of the way, it's time to tend to my sweetie. He's not very happy right now, and I think a magic succubus kiss is in order." Sherry thought.

Sherry slowly leaned closer to Michael and closed her eyes, her lips aimed squarely at him.

*Smooch

...

*Mhmm...mhh?

*GAG AAK ptooie

*Spitspitspit

Sherry coughed and gagged as she tried to spit motor oil out of her mouth, the very same motor oil Michael had splattered on his face accidentally. For a normal person, the taste of motor oil would have been unpleasant. But for a succubus, with a sensitive succubus tongue, it was downright horrible.

"Whoa! Are you alright?" Michael cried.

*Coughcough

"WATER!" Sherry pleaded.

Michael looked around frantically for any drinking water in the car. He spotted the remains of the gallon of water and he quickly handed it to her. She grabbed it and immediately used most of it to swish around in her mouth.

~A Gallon of Water Later~

Michael crouched in front of Sherry as she sat in the passenger seat, her body leaning out the open door and spitting out water onto the ground. He watched her carefully as she wiped and spat out the last little bit of taste in her mouth.

"You alright?" Michael asked.

Sherry nodded.

"That... was awful." Sherry said, spitting.

She stood up out of the car and spat out the water in her mouth a few more times. Michael stood to the side to give her room. After a few more drinks of water, she chucked the bottle back in the car.

"What compelled you to lick my face anyways? You knew I'm covered in oil." Michael asked.

Sherry glanced up at him in surprise, which was soon followed by genuine concern.

"I know, but you've been so quiet and sad looking. You desperately need a kiss... right now." Sherry insisted.

She lashed out and cupped her palms on his cheeks, releasing a small burst of magic. A small crimson wave passed down her arms and over his body, and all the accumulated dirt and filth that was stubbornly sticking to his body suddenly balled up and fell off. All of a sudden he was clean and fresh as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

Michael was looking his hands over in surprise when Sherry made her move. He found himself squished against the Duster with her knee between his legs and her warm lips against his.

*Smooch

"Hey sweetie, why aren't you kissing me back?" Sherry asked hotly.

Michael's eyes shifted down and to the right.

"I'm sorry." Michael said, deathly quiet.

"What? You're sorry? Don't be sorry, just kiss me!" Sherry said, insulted.

She cupped his cheeks and looked at him with kind eyes. Her smile was infectious, and her aura radiated warmth. It was clear she was worried about him, and wanted him to get better.

"I see it in your eyes. Something has confused your heart, and I want to fix it. Please tell me." Sherry encouraged sweetly.

Michael remained silent.

"Perhaps I could help you better in the privacy of our home. You just need my... special... touch." Sherry said, winking.

"NO!" Michael blurted.

*CrackleWHOOSH

The two of them appeared in the apartment, and Michael landed on the bed with Sherry on top. Her wings swished through the air as she revealed her true form in the safety of the apartment.

"No you say? Didn't you promise to never say no to me?" Sherry asked seductively.

Michael looked away, his face clearly pained. She was telling the truth, and he was wincing over realizing his mistake. The instant Sherry spotted his expression, her very first instinct was to hold him and kiss him.

*Squeeze

Her arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight.

*Smooch

Her warm sweet lips pecked at his lips, trying to get some sort of response out of him.

"You're still not kissing me back. Why?" Sherry questioned.

"I'm sorry!" Michael answered.

"Well then! It is simply up to me to put you in the mood!" Sherry insisted.

~One Sensual Assault Later~

Sherry was sitting in bed and rubbing the area just below her belly button, with a happy smile on her face. Next to her was Michael, who was sprawled across the bed and had his back to her.

"You gave so much sweetie." Sherry cooed.

Michael remained silent, panting to catch his breath.

...

Sherry hummed happily, content for the moment with the pleasant sensation of Michael's spirit energy permeating her body. Her happiness didn't last long however, and she slowly began to furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

...

"Sweetie... something's wrong." Sherry said.

Michael remained silent.

"The taste... the taste of your spirit... is wearing off too quickly. And it tastes wrong." Sherry murmured.

"I'm sorry I taste bad." Michael murmured bitterly.

Sherry grabbed his shoulder and rolled him towards her.

"Hey! That's enough! What's wrong with you? First you look sad, then your spirit tastes as if you're sick, and now that rotten tone of voice meets my ears." Sherry said firmly.

"I guess that means I'm just not good company right now." Michael said darkly.

He shrugged her hand off and slid out of bed, grabbing his clothes in the process. Sherry immediately skittered to the edge of the bed.

"Wait! Sweetie, come back! We must resolve whatever darkness has come upon you!" Sherry called.

"Maybe later. I'm done for now." Michael said quietly.

He walked towards the door as he pulled on his shirt. As his head popped out the collar, he glanced back towards her. She stretched her arms out.

"Return to me my love! I beckon you!" Sherry called.

Michael looked at her as she spoke, but he didn't stop going for the door or answer her with much more than a scoff. He turned the knob and stepped out, and instinctually took a right turn.

...

Michael staggered as he lost his bearings for a moment, colliding with a wall. After blinking a couple times, he began whirling his head around in confusion. He had ended back up in the bedroom somehow.

"Welcome back." Sherry said, smiling.

"What the..." Michael muttered.

He turned and tried to walk through the door again, but skidded to a stop when he saw what was on the other side. Through the door was a bedroom, with Sherry sitting on top the bed. Both sides of the door contained a bedroom with Sherry. He could walk out of one, but it would be the same as walking into another bedroom. Sherry had given physics the middle finger once again.

"You cannot leave sweetie. That door only leads right back here. And here you will stay until we resolve whatever terrible thing that has happened between us." Sherry said.

Sherry slid out of the bed and slowly pranced towards him.

"It's alright sweetie. Just submit. I'll use all my powers and all my arcane knowledge to help you." Sherry said softly.

Michael took a sharp breath and began to back away, his back to the door.

"I can't tell her a thing, or she'll dump me for sure!" Michael thought.

...

"Come to me sweetie. It's much easier that way. I know you're hurting. I just want to help." Sherry encouraged.

Her fingers began to glow faintly in a crimson light. Michael backed away from her completely through the door, and he saw a smile form on her face. All at once, she lashed out at mid air and bear hugged nothing. At the same time, he felt arms wrap around him.

"Gaah!" Michael cried in surprise.

He looked away from the door briefly to see it was Sherry's arms wrapped around him, and when he looked up again he saw a mirror image of himself in Sherry's arms. She had tricked him, making him back up right into her. One of her hands raised, and her fingers flicked.

*SLAM

The bedroom door slammed shut, sealing away the image of Michael trapped in Sherry's arms.

"I shan't let you leave until you confess your true feelings to me in their entirety. I will accept nothing less." Sherry said.

"We're going to be here a while then." Michael said stubbornly.

Sherry sighed quietly, still hugging him from behind.

"It's clear now that you've been hurt, enough to wound you down to your soul." Sherry observed.

Michael remained silent.

"We're a couple sweetie. As a couple, we must talk about our feelings and reveal them to open air. Even if it seems that we'll hurt each other, it is better than keeping it bottled up. That only hurts you, and in the end it will hurt me." Sherry said.

Michael remained silent, but his head drooped a little.

"Please speak to me sweetie. Do not let a void form between us." Sherry encouraged.

...

"I said I would never say no, but you said you would never force me." Michael said quietly.

...

"That's true. I have no desire to make love to you if you don't wish to make love back. I seek consensual sex, or nothing. But you kept saying to keep going." Sherry said.

There was a long silent pause, as they stood there in the bedroom unmoving. Michael's brain was already twisting her words in the worst way possible.

...

"Is that why you are angry? Did you not desire to make love, and we did anyways?" Sherry asked.

"No. Not... exclusively." Michael answered reluctantly.

"Please... tell me. You don't have to say it to my face, just say it." Sherry pressed.

...

..

.

Michael gently placed his hands on her hands, his fingers entwining with hers. She did not resist when he gently pried them away and turned around to face her. He looked her in the eye, not to the side or any direction other than directly head on.

"I've got a tiger by the tail." Michael said.

"I know what that means. A tiger by the tail... and I'm the tiger." Sherry said.

Michael remained silent.

"Does that mean your fickle human heart has lost its love for me so soon?" Sherry asked pointedly.

Michael immediately began squirming.

"What the hell Sherry!? What's wrong with you?! I'll always love you!" Michael exclaimed.

He grasped her hands, as if desperately squeezing them to hold on for dear life.

...

Sherry sighed, happily relieved.

"I'm glad. I thought that your human heart might have lost its spark for a while there. Take no offense, but tell me I'm not right about humans." Sherry said.

"You're right." Michael agreed quietly.

Michael took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

"You've taken over in the most heavy handed monster girl like way possible, and I feel like I'm a guinea pig in a sick twisted experiment." Michael burst.

...

Sherry blinked in surprise.

..

.

"Wow. I didn't expect that." Sherry said.

"Don't get me wrong, you've done a lot of things with your magic that are good. I mean... hell... I'm not a fat guy anymore. That right there is a dream come true." Michael said.

Sherry smiled.

"I'm happy you're pleased my love." Sherry said sweetly.

"But you've essentially taken over my life. You've invaded my apartment, locked me inside, jump on me when I so much as try to get a glass of water, and then you cast weird spells on me." Michael recounted.

"Oh come now, I haven't cast any bad spells on you." Sherry denied.

"You made me knock you on your ass." Michael said dryly.

"What of it? I can't really feel much pain. It harmed no one." Sherry said.

"I drew blood!" Michael exclaimed.

"And it healed a minute later." Sherry countered.

"You said it hurt!" Michael added.

"Of course it stung a little. You hit me like a twenty mule freight wagon tumbling down a cliff. But it wasn't that bad sweetie... honest!" Sherry insisted.

He scoffed at her little joke.

Michael paused for several moments, his eyes searching hers. He was looking for something, and Sherry wasn't entirely sure what. After a few moments, he formed an unhappy curl on the lips. His hands gently laid down on her shoulders.

"Before I met you, I made a promise to myself. I promised that if I ever did find someone in this shitty world, that I would treat her good. You wouldn't believe the number of times I saw men and women mistreating their spouses for no good reason, and I didn't want to be like that." Michael said.

Sherry's eyes softened, her heart melting like butter.

"I swore I wouldn't ever cheat, abuse, lie to, or hurt whoever was willing to take me. But... you cast that spell and made me... made me..." Michael trailed off.

He violently shook his head.

"No! I've heard that one before! 'Oh yeah... the wife made me hit her'. That's lame bull shit! I won't make that excuse!" Michael bellowed.

...

Sherry remained silent.

...

"But, you're not human. You have powers that... can... " Michael murmured.

"Oh sweetie, you poor thing." Sherry said softly.

"Don't you 'poor thing' me, damn it! I'm horrible! But is it really me? What other spells have you cast on me? Am I even still the same person as I was before? I don't know for sure!" Michael exclaimed.

He pulled his hands away from Sherry, and clutched at his own hair.

"Oh god, I'm so confused! And every time I try to take a second to figure it out... there you are with your monster girl heavy handedness again!" Michael finished.

He tugged on his hair, his sending pain signals to his already pained mind.

"No! That's an excuse too! This is all my fault! What the hell is wrong with me? Why won't I shut up? Damn it!" Michael exclaimed, frustrated.

He began to pace, his frustration growing.

"It's not like you want all that much from me! What the frack is my problem? This is all me! You've not done a damn thing... but... oh god I don't know!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry reached up and clasped his hands with hers, and gave them a squeeze. She pulled his hands away before he could pull his own hair out, and gently lowered them. He tried pulling away for a moment, but Sherry held him tight.

"Stop sweetie. Just... stop." Sherry said.

...

"And now I have what I need. The deal is done. He has spoken, therefore I must hold up my end of the bargain." Sherry thought.

Then her hand gestured towards the door, a flicker of crimson dancing down her fingertips.

*Creaaaak

The bedroom door opened, and the hallway was on the other side just as it should have been.

"You may step through that door, and I shall not bother you. Or you can stay here, if you so desire. I shall not keep you a prisoner here." Sherry explained.

Michael hesitated, suspicious.

...

"What is your decision?" Sherry asked.

"What will happen with either one?" Michael asked, concerned.

Sherry tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"Only what you choose." Sherry answered.

"That's ambiguous. I want a real answer." Michael pressed.

...

"I don't know what answer you seek. If you stay here, I'll make you comfortable in your bed and fawn on you." Sherry said.

"And if I step out there? What are the consequences of that?" Michael asked, suspicious.

"Um... none? You'll be out in the living room as opposed to the bedroom, though I will not be fawning on you... heavy handed monster girl style." Sherry said, confused.

Michael's eyebrows immediately furrowed. His suspicion grew.

"And if I want to stay here, but not have you "fawn" on me or whatever?" Michael asked.

"I will not allow that. This room is our love nest, and I will not have darkness pollute it. If you wish to brood in solitude, then do it elsewhere." Sherry said firmly.

Michael remained rooted in place, uncertain what to do.

"You got what you want. So why don't you take it?" Sherry pressed.

"Because I still don't know what you're going to do." Michael replied.

Sherry formed a displeased expression.

"Enough! This useless back and forth is annoying me! Say what your thoughts are in plain words!" Sherry said, exasperated.

...

"This back and forth is bugging me too." Michael answered.

Michael turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving a very surprised and very confused succubus behind.

...

..

.

"There's only two things she can do now. Two choices, just like she gave me. One is good, and one is bad. Let's see if she takes the bad one." Michael thought.

After a paused to take a breath, he turned down the hall and went towards the living room.

"Enough of this beating myself up. If she's going to dump me, I'd rather she dump me now instead of later. Don't I have any pride left? Am I going to let her have her way?" Michael thought, determined.

He curled up in his chair with a good book, and let the matter slip from his mind for a little while as he tried to relax.

~A Little While Later~

Michael had not moved from his spot the entire time. He was content to read a book and occasionally try to wrestle with the emotions in his heart. But while he was wrestling, he had that nagging suspicion in the back of his mind. A suspicion that came to fruit... as Sherry went for the front door. He was wide eyed in shock as he watched her, as if in slow motion, unlock the door and twist the knob.

...

Her eyes met his, and his met hers. She said nothing.

*Click

And just like that, she was gone.

...

Much time passed. Michael never moved or looked away from the door, but his face grew increasingly pained.

"Oh my god. She did it. She actually did it. The bad option. Oh my god oh my god oh my god." Michael murmured, pained.

His hands clutched at his face as his eyes grew wet.

"She did say the encyclopedia wasn't always true. I guess she meant that too." Michael choked.

...

It's not often that someone might see a grown man like Michael cry, but then most average grown men weren't as much of an emotional train wreck as he was. Nobody knew. Not even Sherry. Michael had been haunted by dark emotions for years before Sherry even came along. He was just very good at hiding them under a false layer of cheerfulness. The promise he had made to himself about how to treat someone someday was part of a pipe dream. It brought him some comfort in the thought that maybe there would be someone who would look past his appearance and want to be with him on that trait alone. It didn't matter who. But he knew it wouldn't ever happen, and he was going to be alone for the rest of his days. Sherry had raised him up on a high pedestal, and then just as quickly kicked the legs out from under him and made him come crashing down. In his confused mind, he was convinced that Sherry had literally just walked out on him. So he cried, regardless of whether he was a grown man or not. He wailed openly at the loss of the one chance at that pipe dream the world had ever given him, and he kept right on until he cried himself to sleep.

"At least I know for sure now." Michael sobbed, eyes fluttering closed.

...

..

.

In a dark room sat a man on an old chair. All the curtains were drawn closed, and the dusty old room was clearly not meant for guests. It was that man's home, and he had no reason to prepare for guests when there were no people willing to visit. The man in question was an old man, with grey hair and wrinkles. Time had not been kind to that old man, nor had the world in general been kind. That old man was of course... Michael Collins.

...

He was alone, as he had been for most of his life. Friends and memories had drifted by like brief grains of sand, having been long since forgotten in the long stretch of time. He had no one to speak to, keep him company, or provide even a tiny bit of light in his day. And no one was around to stop him from blowing his own brains out with the old worn out Beretta he had balanced on his knee with his wrinkled hand.

*Click

He thumbed back the hammer, the pistol still balanced on his knee.

"Well? Are you going to do it?" A voice asked.

Michael's old eyes slowly looked up, their brightness having long since faded. Standing before him was Sherry, and she was looking down on him with a sneer. She was just as beautiful as she was the day he first met her, fifty years before. Her devilish beauty was immune to the passage of time.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked gruffly.

"I heard you were going to kill yourself, so I came to watch." Sherry jeered.

Michael paused, a glint of sadness mixed with a lack of surprise crossed his face. At that point in his life, comments like that were to be expected.

"Why did you leave me? You said you loved me." Michael choked.

"Why? What a laugh! You're nothing but a speck of useless genetic material. Nobody wants you. My new husband is better than you in every way, with his money and good looks... and his mile long cock." Sherry mocked, grinning lewdly.

Michael's face twisted up, his heart utterly crushed.

"And you know... he doesn't mind me using my magic on him. I've cast enough spells now that he'll likely live for eternity, and have eternal good looks like me. So why don't you do the world a favor and just shoot yourself, before you use up any more breathable air." Sherry jabbed.

Michael pursed his lips.

"What? Can't think up anything nasty to say?" Sherry goaded.

"No, I have nothing bad to say. I'm happy for whoever you married. I truly am. All I ever wanted was someone to love, and I can't find anger in me for someone who found love." Michael explained.

The haunting tones of Jefferson Airplane's song gently flowed through the air at that moment, as if the music was playing in the distance. It reminded him of it, and Sherry cocked her head as if she could hear it too.

"That's why I had that song as my alarm every morning. I knew time was running out." Michael added.

"Well, your time is now up." Sherry laughed.

...

"I never cheated. After all these years, I never touched another woman." Michael said.

Sherry leaned forward, looking him right in the eye.

"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck." Sherry said emphatically.

Michael's face twisted up in even more pain, his wrinkles becoming even deeper.

"I know. Nobody has ever given a frack about me, and maybe you're right. Maybe it's time I punched my last time card." Michael sobbed.

Michael sighed, his old tired body seemingly agreeing that the time had come. Even after how long he had lived, he knew that none of the things he had done made any difference in anyone's life. He had survived, but he had never lived. So his old withered hand full of arthritis and old scars slowly raised that battered but faithful Beretta up to his head. He saw Sherry was brimming with anticipation and excitement for his eminent demise, so he closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see her. The cold steel ring of the muzzle pressed against his head, right above the ear. He heard a sharp intake of breath.

"With your death, this unpleasant chapter of my life will be forgotten." Sherry cheered.

...

"Any last words, you cretin?" Sherry mocked.

...

"I don't care what they say, I won't stay in a world without love." Michael sang.

His finger tightened around the trigger.

...

"NO!" A voice cried.

Suddenly his pistol was violently wrenched from his fingers. His eyes flew open, and he saw Sherry in his lap. She had taken the pistol away, and he watched as she threw it away.

"Sherry?" Michael murmured.

Suddenly he noticed something strange. There were two separate versions of Sherry, with the one in his lap and the one who was leering down at him. The one in his lap grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"You're dreaming! Wake up!" Sherry cried.

...

..

.

Michael returned to the waking world very slowly, his senses lagging considerably from sleep inertia. The first thing he became aware of when he woke up was the quiet sound of kissing.

*chu

*chu pwah

*smack

*chu

His eyes slowly opened, and he found himself back in his familiar chair in his old apartment. Sherry was also there, sitting in his lap and gently working his lips with hers.

"Welcome back sweetie." Sherry whispered.

He noticed her hands were holding his head, and he could feel her fingers brushing his hair near his ears.

"You're done mister." Sherry said.

"Huh? Done?" Michael murmured, confused.

"I stepped out to give you some space, and I come back to find you in worse shape than when I left! " Sherry explained.

...

"Oh... so that's why you left." Michael murmured, miserable.

Michael tried to turn his head away, but she held him tight.

"Stop that! Stop trying to pull away from me to hide in your own little corner!" Sherry exclaimed.

She forced him to look at her, at her gentle caring eyes. They pierced into him, seemingly staring right through all his walls and surveying him directly.

"It took me a few days, but I finally understand your mind. " Sherry continued.

Michael's face scrunched up, confused.

"I shouldn't have let you walk out of our love nest. I should have kept you there and fucked you until you finally told me everything. But once again you fooled me and kept the truth hidden." Sherry continued.

"I told you everything." Michael denied.

"That's a lie sweetie. I told you that I know your mind. You can't hide from me anymore. Now I know you don't like the so called heavy handed monster girl way, but you've left me no choice." Sherry said.

"Wh... what are you going to do?" Michael asked fearfully.

"I'm already doing it. Your cure began as soon as I saw that awful nightmare of yours." Sherry said, grinning.

Michael slightly shook his head in confusion. He didn't understand what she was talking about, and it was difficult to think. He sat there for several moments trying to figure it out, when he noticed her hands still clinging to the sides of his head. His eyes turned, and they went wide.

"Oh frack!" Michael exclaimed.

At long last he realized why it was so difficult to think, and why she was clutching his head in such an odd way. Her hands had demonic energy tentacles at the ends of her fingers, and they were plunged deep in his ears. His first reaction was to try to use his arms to push her hands away, but while her hands moved the tentacles simply stretched like taffy. Then he tried using both of his hands to yank out just the tentacle in his left ear.

"AH!" Michael cried in pain.

"Stop it sweetie! You're hurting yourself!" Sherry exclaimed.

She used her superior strength to clap her hands back on his ears. Her tentacles dug in even deeper, like a great big tree sending a taproot into the earth.

"Ahh! Aaaaahhhhh..." Michael cried.

"Stop resisting. You can't fight me sweetie. It's hopeless. Just submit, and let your lover girl have her way." Sherry cooed.

His hands slowly fell away from her wrist. His strength and will to fight fading away as she took him over from the inside.

"You seemed so upset earlier, so utterly miserable and confused. So I paid miss mindflayer a visit to learn how to help you." Sherry explained.

Michael stared at his hands, which seemed to hover aimlessly in the air. They felt disconnected somehow, as if they weren't really his hands.

"You're wondering why your body feels so strange. It's simple. I've taken you over sweetie. I can make you do anything I want." Sherry said.

His hands began moving on their own, and Michael couldn't will them to stop as they undid his pants and zipper and pulled up her skirt. It was by his own hand that his member was exposed and lined up with Sherry, allowing her to easily force herself on him.

*Squish

"...a...ah.. amm mnnn... ... ..." Michael moaned.

"There we go. Much better. Back between my legs where you belong. Now let's delve deeper into your thoughts, and figure out what's going on in this fool male head of yours." Sherry hummed.

Sherry's demonic energy tentacles writhed around in Michael's head, making wet noises as she began to comb through his mind.

"Goodness, your head is so full. Mine seems empty in comparison." Sherry remarked.

...

"You're very intelligent. How is it you know so much at such a young age?" Sherry asked.

...

"I know why. Because you never had anything else to do. Nobody to spend your time with. So to keep your sanity, you constantly studied." Sherry commented.

By then Michael was, for all intents and purposes, incapable of speech. Sherry had taken him over entirely, and she was flicking through his thoughts and emotions like someone might flick through a book. She ignored nothing, and was very careful and gentle in her invasive probing. Every time he tried to mentally resist her or try to hide something, she would react by either rocking her hips or prodding his brain just right to force overwhelming pleasure and ruin his mental focus.

"Feels good doesn't it? You don't have to answer. I can feel everything you feel. Even with your pitifully dull human senses, it still feels wonderful every time my pussy tightens on your cock." Sherry cooed sensually.

She smacked her hips against his extra hard, just to drive the point home that she was in control and he wasn't allowed to think.

"Now, show me what I want to see." Sherry insisted.

She probed a little deeper, and she gasped.

"Oh sweetie, you're a complete mess. How have you bottled up such horrid emotions for this long? And how did you hide them from me so well?" Sherry asked, shocked.

...

"Why didn't you come to me? Speak to me? I would have helped you my love." Sherry said, sorrowful.

...

"I see. You wanted help. You wanted to talk to me, but couldn't find the courage. Your soul is crying out, pleading with me to help take away the pain. And I will. You will not leave this spot until I am done." Sherry promised.

Sherry was delving deep into all of Michael's deepest secret memories, revealing every one of his deepest worries, fears, and hopes. He was terrified of being alone, and he would have been happy dating the ugliest girl in the world if she was beautiful on the inside. Love was all that mattered to him, and he feared being used and abused by some smooth talking woman without love in her heart. Deep down, he was terrified that Sherry was playing some sort of female mind game with him. One that would eventually end with him cast aside, just like his dream. But on the other hand, he hoped that he was wrong and that he would get true love. He was certainly capable of true love, and he held love for Sherry. But just like every other love struck boy in the world, he was afraid of losing what he had found.

"Once again sweetie, you forget that I am not a human female. I don't play female mind games. I have only ever said the exact full truth, and exactly what is on my mind." Sherry chastised.

...

..

.

Sherry nearly broke into tears at her discoveries, which was a very difficult thing to do to the notoriously perpetually happy succubii. Michael was quite the miserable man, and it broke her heart. She realized that every word she had ever said to him had been in one ear, categorized as 'likely bullshit', and out the other ear. His fear and paranoia about her wouldn't ever go away with just talking. Of course she wanted them to go away, because she knew he wouldn't ever live a happy life with them weighing him down. Then there were all his life experiences, which she learned about to much shock and horror. All the life experiences that left him a bitter and jaded man, and was the direct cause of their troubles. Having discovered his dirty secrets, Sherry decided it was high time that poor Michael finally have a chance to live. Sherry had been told to go to earth and save Michael Collins. Little had she known that she was saving him from himself.

Sherry's plan of attack was quite simple and to the point. She wanted Michael to acknowledge once and for all that she was a permanent fixture in his life. No more, and no less. Michael was completely helpless in the face of her power, but she did not seek domination over him. Her attack was blunt, brutish, and about as subtle as an atom bomb. Sherry wasn't deleting or destroying his memories, but she was burying the emotions associated with them in order to get rid of his jadedness. And Michael was aware of everything, and the thought of someone altering his mind terrified him. Terror... that Sherry quickly moved to obliterate because he instinctually began to resist again.

"Stop that sweetie. I won't allow you to wallow in misery any longer. You need to have the notion that I am a permanent fixture in your life. No more of this doubt and worry about me leaving you." Sherry insisted.

"Ahh! AAAhhh!" Michael cried.

"Shhh... I know it's uncomfortable. I'm sorry. I won't be much longer. Soon your pain will transform into unending joy." Sherry cooed.

Michael writhed in discomfort as Sherry forced herself deeper and deeper into his mind. His moans were a mix of pain and pleasure as Sherry simultaneously fucked his mind and his body at the same time. She kept digging, until she buried every one of those negative emotions she could find. They were emotions that went back to early in his life, so she wasn't entirely sure she got them all. But she was diligent, and thorough, in her attempt to help him.

As Sherry worked, a fundamental change came over Michael. All of a sudden, something wondrous occurred to him. His brain clicked.

"I found love! I did it! I found someone who loves me!" Michael thought.

...

*Sploosh

"Kyah! So hot! It's burning my insides!" Sherry cried sweetly.

Michael came like an atom bomb directly into Sherry's womb. She let out a squeal of pure joy, and her lips repeatedly pecked at his.

"It's so delicious! It's the sweetest mana you've ever given me!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

His very soul was shaken. Love was something he had convinced himself couldn't ever possibly happen, and the shock was incredible. Sherry could tell just how much he changed inside just from his taste, and it put a wide happy smile on her face. Soon after the glow of climax began to fade, new emotion appeared in his mind. One that he hadn't ever experienced before. True happiness.

"Sweetie! You're so happy, it's incredible! If I had known, I would have done this much sooner!" Sherry exclaimed, smiling widely.

His whole being was flooded with happiness, and all the incredible weight that was on his heart lifted. It felt like his heart was so light that he could fly away. Finally that nagging paranoia that had long plagued his soul was finally silenced. And with true happiness came contentment, and a sense of completion. He could die right that moment and not have any regrets, not that he had any plans of dying any time soon. His new love was waiting for him, and he was going to spend every last moment of his remaining life with her. All of a sudden, he didn't care that she cast spells on him or hijacked his home. He didn't care that they fought, as long as they made up. After all, she loved him, so he could forgive her. Sherry didn't even have to cause that effect, he came to that conclusion on his own. His mind became malleable like clay, and Sherry soon realized that she could do literally anything she wanted to him. She could make him bark like a chicken and cluck like a dog if she so desired, but that was not her plan.

Sherry took advantage of Michael's new state of mind and made personality tweaks that would make him more to her liking. Of course her nature was that of the succubus, so her first goal was lustful in nature. She took away many of his inhibitions, seeing them as useless human social inventions. Things like uninhibited sex, public exhibition, kissing, touching, and the sort of depraved hedonistic lifestyle that Sherry wanted. She discovered, once she dug deeper, that Michael was pretty perverted to begin with. She gleefully dug into all his perversions, excitedly thinking of ways to play them out in real life. As she went on, she reduced his abilities to control emotions such as love and passion. The idea being she wanted him to express himself to her inhibited. But in turn she gifted him the ability to control negative emotions such as anger and hatred. It was repayment for making him lose control earlier that day, which is something she still regretted. She could sense how much that incident had disturbed him, so she saw it as righting a wrong.

Inside Michael, it felt like iron walls of sheer control collapsed down on all his natural Irish temper. They felt unbendable, and he felt comfort in knowing he couldn't blow up at the wrong time anymore and everything would roll off his back like water off a duck. On the other hand, Sherry took all his emotions involving her and dragged them forward. It felt as if they were on the edge of a cliff, and a slight stiff breeze could have him tumble down out of control. They were exposed, unprotected, and ignited. From that moment forward, Michael would be doomed to having his heart race whenever he caught sight of Sherry or when her sweet honeyed words graced his ears. Whenever she would touch him, a jolt of electricity would run up his spine. He would be acutely aware of every suggestive gaze she sent his way, and every propositioning gesture. And each of these things would push him off the cliff until he was a complete sopping mess of desire, with his hands reaching out towards her without a hint of shame.

...

..

.

~Much Later~

Sherry eventually let Michael free. He was completely vulnerable to her influence, but she had no desire to abuse that power. Her goals had been met. Michael was healed, and even improved a little in her eyes. So her demonic energy tentacles retraced from his ears with a loud slurp, and her fingers returned to normal. She pulled herself off his member and casually closed up his clothes as if nothing had happened.

"Sweetie? How do you feel?" Sherry asked.

...

Michael remained silent.

..

.

Michael's brain went through what might be considered a hard reset. His eyes were open, but his brain was still booting up.

...

...

Once his brain got past the login screen and finished installing new drivers, he flicked his eyes up and noticed her in his lap. He blinked a few times.

"Hey Sherry! When did you get back home?" Michael asked cheerfully.

...

"Ehh? He doesn't remember?" Sherry thought.

She smiled gently, her fingers stroking his hair.

"Not long sweetie. You were sleeping so peacefully here." Sherry said empathetically.

"Oh that's alright. I would have been fine if you woke me up. I missed you." Michael said dismissively.

"I missed you too sweetie, every moment I was away." Sherry said.

"What did you step out to do anyways?" Michael asked, curious.

...

"Yep, he's forgotten everything. Perhaps that is for the best." Sherry thought.

...

"I went to visit the landlady." Sherry said.

"Oh. Alright. Well... I can say she's a lot nicer than she used to be. Isn't it great?" Michael said cheerfully.

"You're not afraid of her?" Sherry asked, surprised.

"Nah. She's not going to mess with me while you're around!" Michael said, smiling wide.

...

His smile faded a bit.

"You should have seen her when she was still human though. She was a cutter." Michael added quietly.

"A cutter?" Sherry asked, tilting her head.

Michael shaped his fingers like a knife and dragged them across his wrist. Sherry nodded in understanding.

Michael wrapped his arms around Sherry and sucked her tightly against his body, giving her a tight hug. She squeaked in surprise, then formed a pleased smile.

"Enough about her. You're way more interesting." Michael said seductively.

"...MMPH!" Sherry cried, muffled.

The two of them ended up on the floor, with Michael pressing Sherry down and kissing her brains out. She of course kissed him right back, and mutual groping soon followed.

"Let's do it. Right here, right now." Michael whispered hotly.

"I'm ready. Let's go. Let's fuck." Sherry replied.

Michael chuckled and sat upright, reaching for his belt buckle. Just as he began tugging on the leather, he suddenly winced and rubbed his forehead.

"Oof." Michael grunted.

He went right back to his belt, not missing a beat.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on sweetie. What was that?" Sherry asked, concerned.

Michael winced and clutched his head again.

"What's what?" Michael asked, wincing.

"That. Your head? Does it hurt?" Sherry asked, very concerned.

"Yeah, I've got a bit of a headache. Who cares, let's screw around." Michael said casually.

Sherry squirmed right out of under him and immediately put her hand on his head.

"No sweetie." Sherry said.

...

"What did I just hear? Did you, a succubus, a knight in Druella's army, just say no to sex?" Michael asked in disbelief.

...

There was an audible pause.

...

"Yes. Yes I did. As much as I love sex, I will not do it at your expense. That is not the monster girl way. Come now, and rest on the couch." Sherry said.

She took his hands and began guiding him to the couch, and gently sat him down. Then she tried to turn away, but he caught her hand.

"But... can't we do it a little?" Michael asked.

...

Another audible pause. Sherry was obviously very tempted, and was struggling. Her next words were very forced.

...

"No sweetie. Perhaps after I make you a nice nutritious dinner, but not before." Sherry said.

...

"Aww... c'mon!" Michael complained.

...

"Shut up sweetie, before I do something stupid." Sherry thought.

...

"Sweetie, I promise I'll make it up to you later." Sherry said, desperate.

"You will? How?" Michael asked, intrigued.

Sherry formed a devilish grin.

"I know that smile. It's going to be good, isn't it?" Michael observed.

Sherry nodded, her smile growing.

"Rest here a while sweetie, and I shall prepare dinner." Sherry said.

She walked off, rounding the corner to the kitchen.

...

*SMACK

Sherry face palmed hard enough to leave finger shaped marks on her forehead.

"That was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life!" Sherry thought.

...

"It's necessary. I should let the changes settle in slowly, before I stress him even more. I shall continue restraining myself... if I can." Sherry thought.

~A Little While Later~

"Hey Sherry!" Michael called.

Sherry came out of the kitchen and came to him, a smile on her face and a mixing spoon in her hand.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Sherry asked sweetly.

"I've still got a pretty bad headache. Think you could dig the bottle of ibuprofen out of the fridge? I feel woozy every time I try to get up." Michael asked apologetically.

Sherry immediately brushed her fingers across his forehead with a concerned expression.

"Don't push yourself sweetie. I'll get it for you. Ibuprofen you say? I'll be back in a flash." Sherry said softly.

"And a glass of water too, so I can swallow them." Michael added nicely.

"Certainly." Sherry said, smiling.

Sherry got up and went into the kitchen to rifle through the medicine drawer. She didn't know what ibuprofen was, but she found a bottle that sounded about right and brought it back with a glass of water.

"Is this right sweetie?" Sherry asked.

Michael looked at it and nodded yes, so Sherry unscrewed the lid and sniffed the contents. Her nose curled in disgust.

"It smells like a reagent in alchemy. I'm not sure I want to feed you this sweetie." Sherry muttered uncertainly.

"Not to mention sweetie said these medicines could also be poison if misused." Sherry thought.

"Please?" Michael asked nicely.

Sherry's eyes softened and she reluctantly poured some of the reddish tablets out onto the cap. Michael held out his hand.

"Four please." Michael murmured.

Sherry counted out four pills and placed them in his hand, where he swallowed them in one gulp. Then he washed them down with water and collapsed back on the couch with a sigh.

Sherry squeezed up against Michael on the couch and watched him closely for the next half hour, only getting up occasionally to stir something in the kitchen. They didn't say much, but Sherry continually stroked his head and cheek with her soft fingers while whispering comforting nothings into his ear. In turn, Michael was absentmindedly brushing his fingers up and down her arm just like she often did to him.

"You're really soft. If feels nice." Michael whispered.

"Don't speak my love. Just focus on resting and recovering." Sherry admonished softly.

Despite her words, she cuddled up tighter against Michael's body so he was in contact with as much surface area as possible. Her lips pecked his cheek.

"I'm alright. My headache's gone." Michael reassured.

"You certainly seem much better. Do you feel like you could eat something sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Oh you bet. I'm starving!" Michael said emphatically.

"I can't have my precious husband starving now. I shall provide you a grand banquet." Sherry said enthusiastically.

"Hmm, sounds wonderful. What are you making tonight?" Michael asked.

"I'm preparing you a meal from the mysterious and exotic land known as The Mist." Sherry said.

"Ah! The Mist! Perfect! I could go for some Chinese food." Michael said happily.

Smiling, Sherry nodded and propped herself up on her elbow. She smooched his cheek.

"As you wish my love. On a side note... what is a Chinese?" Sherry asked.

"It's a country on the other side of the world." Michael explained.

...

"Other... side... of the world?" Sherry asked, confused.

Michael looked around and spotted his globe sitting on a table next to the TV. He pointed at it and Sherry picked it up and brought it over, gently putting it in his waiting hands.

"This is China right here... aaaaand *spin... here we are." Michael said.

His finger landed in the southwestern part of the United States.

"That's amazing sweetie, but why is this map round?" Sherry asked quizzically.

"Because the world is round." Michael said simply.

Sherry recoiled in shock, her hands bracing her on the table.

"That's impossible! How could the world be round?! Wouldn't we fall off?" Sherry blurted.

Michael chuckled.

"Well, because of the mass of the planet..." Michael began to explain.

...

..

.

*Several Nerdy Minutes Later

...

Michael finished his lengthy explanation with the spin of the planets and the pull of planetary bodies in space, leaving poor Sherry in a bewildered state.

"You know too much sweetie." Sherry muttered.

Sherry just shook her head in bewilderment and walked off. Michael watched her go and shrugged to himself.

"I've got a lot of teaching to do." Michael thought.

The sound of pots and pans rattling echoed from the kitchen as Michael sat back and flicked on his old Zenith television. Local news was the channel that popped up first.

"...due to the ongoing investigation into the events of the previous day. Live now is our correspondent at the college campus."

"Hey Sherry, they're talking about the college on the news!" Michael shouted.

Sherry walked around the corner while clutching a mixing bowl full of ingredients she was whisking together. She looked at the TV with interest.

"Thank you. As you can see behind me, state Sheriff's investigators have arrived and are combing the college campus for evidence. As of now, the entire campus is cordoned off and the roads have been blockaded. We just received official word from the dean which states that 'classes are cancelled until the cause of this incident can be determined'."

"Ahh shit." Michael complained.

The newscaster kept talking as Michael slumped back in his seat with distraught look on his face.

"I'm so damn close to getting my degree. Just this one last semester and I was done." Michael griped.

Sherry laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. He reached up and squeezed it as if to say thanks. The news report continued.

"So you saw the whole thing? What happened here?"

The reporter moved his microphone to a passerby.

"Whoa yeah man it was faaaaar out! There was this crazy chick with bat wings that kept tryin to steal my threads! It was wild maaan!"

"More likely trying to steal his cock." Sherry quipped.

The reporter thanked the passerby as he walked away and then turned back towards the camera.

"Similar reports have been popping up for the last several hours. The mayor's office states and I quote 'A gas leak caused hallucinogenic effects in the student body and induced mass hysteria'. So far no victims have been hospitalized, no arrests have been made, and no evidence has been shown of a gas leak. The investigation is ongoing. Back to you."

"Thank you. And coming after our break... news of possible indecent behavior at the local downtown police department. Now a word from our sponsors."

"Oh I bet there's all sorts of indecent behavior at the police department." Sherry quipped.

Michael chuckled as he lowered the volume on the TV.

"If they're going to make a statement they might as well say monster girls did it. Nobody would believe that any more than a ruptured gas main." Michael muttered.

"But what of your classes sweetie? I know how important they are to you." Sherry asked.

"No point crying over spilt milk. I just hope all those monster girls are alright." Michael said.

"I shall see to it that they are. After all, I wouldn't be much of a mistress if I didn't. On a positive note, they said that no arrests were made." Sherry reassured.

Sherry patted Michael reassuringly and sashayed off to the kitchen.

Turning the TV off, Michael switched to his computer so he could see if there any emails about the school closure. All he saw was an email more or less repeating what he had heard on the news. There was no homework to do because he had already done it all ahead of time, and there were no special instructions coming from his professors.

"I don't like this. I wish someone would say something, instead of leaving us students in an indeterminate state." Michael thought.

He sighed, and sank back in his chair.

...

On a whim, Michael pulled out the brownie points notepad and pen from his pocket and made two new entries.

"Medicine and maps..." Michael murmured.

"What was that you said sweetie?" Sherry called.

Michael lifted his head and raised his voice a little so he could be heard inside the kitchen.

"Just making a shopping list. Oh that reminds me, tomorrow we should go to a clothing store like we were talking about this morning." Michael called.

"That's right, we never did go today! I look forward to picking out something sexy to wear for you sweetie !" Sherry replied.

"You look sexy with or without clothes. Especially without." Michael blurted.

Michael jerked in surprise when he heard a squee of joy come from the kitchen.

"I guess I said something right." Michael thought.

Michael smiled, having felt good at complimenting Sherry and making her happy. It made him happy, and he immediately felt his heart turn light as a feather once again. It wasn't often that Michael felt like that, and he felt like celebrating just how wonderful the world seemed at that moment.

"You know... I'm in a pretty good mood. Maybe I should play some music." Michael thought.

He stood up and headed towards the door, or specifically a small shelf by the door. Standing in front of the shelf, he paused and rubbed his chin for a moment in thought, his eyes raking up and down the shelf. What he was looking for didn't cross his mind as often as it should.

...

"Ah, there it is." Michael murmured.

He bent down, grabbed a small rectangular cardboard box, and straightened while turning.

...

Sherry was standing behind and staring at him with a suspicious expression.

"Why aren't you resting sweetie?" Sherry asked sharply.

"I am! I promise! I just wanted..." Michael tried to say.

"Silence. You must sit down and stay there, or I will become upset." Sherry chastised.

She tugged on his sleeve and guided him back to the couch.

"Not long ago you were complaining about being woozy, and yet here you are walking around like a fool." Sherry said.

She pushed him right back down on the couch, then pushed him over until he was lying down.

"Stay. Do not move from this spot until I come fetch you for dinner." Sherry ordered.

She pulled her arms away, and Michael instantly sprang up to the sitting position.

"Goodness! You keep bouncing up like a devil bug! I said stay put you pest!" Sherry said, laughing.

"That ibuprofen did the trick. I feel fine." Michael insisted.

"None the less, I demand that I have my way. Lay down." Sherry pressed.

Michael sank back on his own accord, his back resting against the arm of the couch. Sherry leaned down and propped a pillow under him, then planted a kiss on his lips. She turned to walk away.

*SWAT

Michael lashed out and planted a well aimed smack on her juicy succubus rear, sending ripples through her succulent flesh. She jumped and immediately whirled around, a devilish smile on her face.

"Hehe, you got me fair and square. But you know now... this means war." Sherry teased.

"Bring it. I'm looking forward to how good it feels." Michael grinned.

Michael slowly looked her over up and down her body.

"Hmm... a knight in Druella's personal army, verses a earth human like me. I wonder what would happen if we went to war for real." Michael wondered.

"Oh please, you couldn't win at all. Even the weakest monster girl could defeat a strong human easily. You have no magic, attack or defense. The battle would end in seconds." Sherry said dismissively.

"We'll have to test it someday." Michael suggested.

A light chuckle escaped her as she walked away, convinced her position was right. It didn't bother Michael all that much, and he shrugged and sat back. After all, he had no real desire to fight her at all. When Sherry disappeared around the corner, he opened the prize cardboard box.

"Hello, my old friend." Michael smiled.

...

..

.

Sherry had just finished putting some of the meal in the skillet when the sweet sounds of a musical instrument wafted into the kitchen. Her ears perked up and a smile formed on her lips almost instantly. The music seemed to embrace her warmly, coaxing her into a happy mood.

"What is that beautiful sound I hear? I didn't know sweetie could play music." Sherry thought.

The hug became stronger, and it pried its way into her. It seemed as if she was being permeated by the sound, and touched all the way down to her soul. For a moment she became worried, and tried to struggle against the embrace. But it was stronger than her, and she became smothered.

...

"It's... calling to me..." Sherry thought, eyes drooping.

Sherry found herself irresistibly drawn to the sweet happy rhythm, and shuffled out of the kitchen and straight towards Michael. She stood behind him and swayed gently to the rhythm of the music. Her will, self control, and ability to think complex thoughts were totally gone. Michael finished the song, and she was abruptly snapped out of the trance.

...

She blinked a few times, and clutched her head. It took her a few moments to get her bearings, and she saw Michael bringing his musical instrument to his lips once more. Her voice rang out as loud as possible.

"Sweetie!" Sherry shouted.

"GAH!" Michael cried.

Michael jumped in his seat, the small instrument bouncing across the floor while he took an ungraceful swan dive out of the couch. He had no idea she was standing behind him until she shouted in his ear. He whirled around on her and pointed accusingly.

"You scared the shit out of me! What the frack is wrong with you!?" Michael bellowed.

Michael's eyes were drawn downwards, a bit of movement catching his attention.

*Drip

Sherry was actively dripping between her legs, a sweet cloying smell tickling Michael's nose. She was so turned on that her womanhood was a river.

...

*THUD

Sherry fell forward and tackled him in a flurry of tangling arms. Before he knew it, she was aggressively screwing him.

It wasn't long later when Sherry came back to her senses, and realized what she had done. Michael was under her, panting to catch his breath after having shot his third load in her. She could feel his sweet essence permeating her body, filling the hole in her that the music had previously filled.

"Oh no! What have I done!" Sherry exclaimed, regretful.

She immediately began gently shaking Michael, her hands on his chest.

"Are you alright sweetie? Did I harm you?" Sherry asked, worried.

...

"Answer me! Are you hurt? I can heal you if you are!" Sherry pressed.

"I know... I asked for it. But you didn't have to pile drive me." Michael shuddered.

Her eyes went wide in shock, her mouth agape.

"I thought my neck was going to break. You're heavier than you look." Michael added.

Sherry abruptly produced countless demonic energy tentacles, which she used to gently raise Michael up off the ground. They coiled up under his head, providing support so his neck wouldn't be hurt. The tendrils seemed to have a mind of their own, crawling all over his body and delicately caressing his skin. They left pools of demonic energy slathered wherever they touched, which promptly sank into his flesh.

Sherry gently brushed her fingers across his neck and cast spells of healing and pain relief, using the demonic energy to keep his energy levels up.

"Is that better? Do you still feel pain in any way?" Sherry asked sweetly.

"I think I'm fine now. Could you... let me down?" Michael asked nicely.

...

Sherry ignored him, leaving him suspended in mid air as she looked around on the ground. After a moment of looking, she found his musical instrument laying on top a pile of books.

"Alright you little demon, you've got some explaining to do." Sherry said.

She waved the instrument in front of his nose.

"What is this thing, and how did you do that to me?" Sherry demanded.

"It's called an Ocarina. What did I do wrong? I was just practicing." Michael said innocently.

Sure enough, the musical instrument in question was a 12 hole Ocarina. It was one of Michael's little secret wants, to learn how to play it really well so he could play all his favorite tunes from video games. Of course since Sherry had been in his mind, she knew that already. But what she didn't understand was how he had used it to control her, using what appeared to be a harmless chunk of plastic.

Sherry continued pressing the issue, the black plastic ocarina poking his nose lightly.

"Reveal your secrets. I demand to know how you blasted through my wards so easily!" Sherry pressed.

Sherry was a knight in Druella's army. Even before she became a succubus and Druella's servant, she had powerful wards that even the most skilled mage would have trouble cracking. They were constantly active, surrounding her in layers of magic like layers of an onion. Each layer was designed to protect against specific kinds of spells. Fire spells, lightning spells, charm spells, and so on. When she became a knight under Druella, these wards were improved even further. So she had defenses from both sides of the conflict, human and demi human. That made her quite the threat on the battlefield, because virtually nobody could even land a blow. Nobody, except Michael. Those very wards had been useless to defend her from his music.

"Tell me! If you do not, then I will extract the source of your power and learn it's secrets myself!" Sherry warned.

Despite her tone, she wasn't angry at Michael. Rather, she was surprised more than anything, and a bit terrified. Not terrified that Michael would hurt her, but terrified of the concept that any magic could reach her at all. But poor Michael couldn't answer her demands, because he wasn't even aware of what was going on.

"But... I said I'm not a magician. Why won't you believe me?" Michael answered.

Sherry's eyes narrowed.

"Very well. You have chosen." Sherry said, disappointed.

Sherry raised her hands, crimson magic swirling around her fingers. It grew and grew until it became a great tidal wave of crimson, which she released to wash over his body. He winced at first, uncertain what her magic was going to feel like. But when he felt nothing at all, his worries were put at ease. His eyes opened, and he saw strange runes and glyphs floating around his body.

"What... what is that?" Michael asked.

"It is a detect magic spell. I'm searching for the source of your power." Sherry said, distracted.

"That's it? You made it sound like something bad was going to happen." Michael said dryly.

...

"This is bad. No magician would ever want this to happen to them. It's invasive, and it reveals our closely guarded secrets." Sherry explained.

She waved her fingers, controlling the flowing runes as if swiping the screen on a tablet. The magic was intruding on his body, analyzing him down to the cell level. Sherry's eyes darted left and right as she absorbed the flood of rapid information. As she dug, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Where is it? Where are you hiding it?" Sherry murmured.

She pressed further, her magic making his flesh semi transparent so she could literally peer inside his body.

"I was in his mind. Why didn't I see it then?" Sherry thought.

Michael was silent as she searched. She wasn't causing him pain, and he wasn't frightened. So he saw no reason to cause a fuss. If anything, he was curious. So he tilted his head down and looked at himself.

"What is that in my chest?" Michael asked.

"Hmm? That's your soul." Sherry said, distracted.

Michael took a sharp breath, his eyes having twisted in shock. The thing he was looking at appeared to be a bright blue white orb which had countless tiny threads extending out through his body like veins and arteries. Although the majority of the veins were the same color as the center, some were red colored intrusions that were slowly creeping towards the center like an invading disease. Some of the veins had turned completely red, and it seemed as if the blue and red light were mixing together. The colors swirled around and combined very slowly, like mixing dye into paint.

"What's happening to my soul?!" Michael blurted, frightened.

Sherry turned her attention to him completely, his frightened tone having caught her attention.

"Nothing happening to it sweetie. You have a healthy bright soul of high quality." Sherry complimented.

"But what's that red stuff?" Michael asked.

...

"Surely you jest." Sherry said dryly.

Michael strongly shook his head side to side, his eyes wide.

"That's my mana slowly merging with yours. See?" Sherry explained.

She moved her hand within the transparency of the detect magic spell, and revealed similar veins in her hand. Where his were all blue white, hers were crimson black.

"When there is as much demonic energy in you as there is your own spirit energy, then you will become an incubus." Sherry explained.

She reached down closer to his chest, her hand transparent all the way up to her shoulder. Michael watched with his head tilted down as her veins grew closer to his bright glowing core, as if she was reaching into his chest. Then they touched.

"HIIII! GaaaAAAHHH!" Michael gasped.

Intense pleasure shot through Michael's entire being, far exceeding anything he had ever felt before. It was too strong, and his brain blanked in and out depending on how far Sherry pushed her fingers into his soul.

"Oh! Ohhhh! More! Moooore!" Michael cried frantically.

He bucked wildly, the pleasure driving him out of control. Over and over again he pleaded for more, but Sherry eventually pulled her hand away. He sagged, his whole body spent.

...

After taking a few deep breaths and getting his second wind, a pained noise came from him.

"Why... did you stop?" Michael panted.

"Look at your soul." Sherry said.

Michael's eyes drifted down, and he gasped when he saw how much of his soul had turned red. It was more than half, although it seemed the red was receding quickly.

"If I had kept going, you would have temporarily turned into a monster girl. As much as I think that would be fun, I much prefer you with a cock between your legs instead of a pussy." Sherry explained.

Michael looked at her dead on, his head unsteady.

"For real?" Michael murmured.

"Yes. You would have become the same species as me, or if another monster girl does it you would become her species. It typically lasts two to three days, then you return to being male." Sherry explained.

...

..

.

"I didn't know that was a thing." Michael finally said.

He watched as the demonic energy receded, seemingly being bleached out by the brightness of his blue white soul. It wasn't long before it returned to a normal appearance, although the invasion of red had been ever so slightly advanced further than before.

Sherry went back to her research, trying to find the information that she sought. Where was Michael's power? How did he cast it? What kind of power was it? Those were the questions in her mind. But despite how far she dug, she couldn't find it.

"This is hopeless! Your words are true! There is no power to be found here, other than my power and the natural power of your spirit energy! Neither of which could have caused my wards to be breached!" Sherry exclaimed, frustrated.

She waved her hand and dispelled the detect magic spell, her face troubled. Finally she decided that it must be in the musical instrument itself, so she brought the ocarinas mouthpiece up to her lips.

"Hey wait a minute, I just had my mouth on there. Wash it first!" Michael protested.

"Shush. I stuck my tongue in your mouth just a little while ago." Sherry retorted.

"The woman has a point." Michael thought.

Sherry brought the ocarina up and placed her soft lips against it, and blew into it while fingering the holes like she had just seen Michael do. Various random notes came out, but no tune. Nothing happened, and she looked the ocarina over with an annoyed eye.

"I demand to know the secret of this flute! Never in my life have I encountered such a powerful artifact which could effortlessly enthrall me!" Sherry insisted.

Sherry blew on it some more while trying to imitate the specific tune she had heard before, with some vague success. She thought that perhaps the tune itself had some bearing on the effect. Her eyes watched Michael closely as she played her poor imitation, but she saw no reaction.

Finally at her wits end, she shoved the ocarina in his hands.

"Show me the secret of this magical flute!" Sherry demanded.

"What do you want me to do?" Michael asked, confused.

"Play it of course. Play it, and show me how you play." Sherry explained.

...

Michael hesitated. His nose twitched.

...

Sherry opened her mouth in preparation of pushing her argument some more, but she too paused and twitched her nose.

...

She noticed a burning smell coming from the kitchen.

"NOO! My stir fry!" Sherry wailed.

Sherry bolted towards the kitchen, her succubus tail flailing every which way as she ran.

"The only thing magical about my ocarina... is how my neighbors haven't tried to kill me yet." Michael thought dryly.

Sherry walked back into the living room a little while later, with a relieved look on her face. She spotted Michael on the couch, and came over to sit next to him.

"I saved dinner. Now about your... ocarina was it? Yes about your ocarina." Sherry recalled.

She prodded his hand, encouraging him to lift the ocarina to his lips.

"I'm not very good." Michael said, reluctant.

"It matters not. Play it sweetie. I would like to hear it again." Sherry encouraged.

"I can't really say no to a cute face like that. Maybe she really likes my music." Michael thought.

Michael raised it up, bringing it to his lips.

"I'm shivering just at the sight of it. Hurry sweetie. Play it again!" Sherry begged.

"Play it again Sam!" Michael quipped.

Once again, Michael brought the ocarina to his lips and began playing. He could taste the remains of Sherry's lips lingering on the mouthpiece, which oddly enough goaded him into playing better than he had ever played before. Effortlessly his music flowed from one tune to another without a gap or pause other than in between notes for a breath. Sherry's eyes once more became unfocused as she fell deeply and firmly into a trance. Had she not been sitting right next to him, that magic tune would have drawn her there irresistibly. Even as he played his ocarina, he watched her in amazement.

"She's really under a spell! Holy shit!" Michael thought.

He kept right on playing, keeping her under the spell for an extended time. She seemed to be happily listening to the music, but she also cuddled closer a little bit at a time. It was all pure instinct, because most of her normal thought processes had been replaced with the tune echoing in her mind.

Michael carefully stood up from the couch and walked away a few steps, all while still playing the ocarina. He wanted to know if the other part of her story was true as well. Much to his utter amazement, Sherry quietly rose up and followed him around the room as if she was on a leash.

"Heh, I guess I'm not so helpless after all. At least... against Sherry." Michael thought.

He changed the tune some, giving it a little more energy. Sherry responded by breaking into a little dance, all while still under the trance. When he played a sad tune, her movements became sluggish and subdued.

*Cough cough

Michael made a mistake, and swallowed wrong.

*GAAAAASP Cough cough

He coughed badly for several painfully long moments, which meant he wasn't playing the ocarina. Sherry's eyes regained focus and she shook her head. The pause was long enough for Sherry to snap out of her trance and have all her thoughts and succubus instincts flood back in one lust filled surge. And the very first thing she saw when regaining her senses was Michael.

*THUD

Michael found himself thrown to the floor, and his arms pinned to either side of his head. The ocarina slipped through his fingers and spun away across the floor until it settled against the wall.

"Sherry!" Michael cried in surprise.

"I want you." Sherry growled.

It was a full on frontal attack from Sherry, and far quicker and more aggressive than the previous one. She was like a beast, and she assaulted him and raped him like a beast.

~Several Minutes Later~

...

Sherry sat next to a very tired and heavily panting Michael, her eyes blinking in confusion. After having been attacked so abruptly and forcefully, Michael was reduced to a curled up and moaning mess.

"Ooooooohhhh..." Michael moaned.

Sherry turned and looked him over, and visibly slumped.

"Darn it, not again!" Sherry exclaimed.

"My hips. I think you broke my hips." Michael groaned.

Sherry grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over.

"Oh god... please... no more!" Michael begged.

He tried to push her away, but her slender fingers gripped his shoulder persistently.

"Be calm sweetie, the spell has been broken. I am only trying to take away your pain." Sherry reassured.

She lifted him up and carried him over to the couch, just like before.

"Oof, you're so big." Sherry grunted.

Then she gently laid him down and kissed his cheek. Then she used her powers to heal and relieve his injuries. Since her healing power tended to put a strain on him, he was even weaker after she got done.

"Oh my poor husband. I'm so terribly sorry. That thing is dangerous. The strain on your body..." Sherry murmured, pained.

She clutched his head, cradling him against her tummy.

"I'll live, no matter how many times you bend my dick into a pretzel." Michael quipped.

"Don't be silly. Everyone has limits. But in payment for all that semen, I'll cuddle with you for a while." Sherry said softly.

"Err... maybe that's not..." Michael groaned.

"You like it when I hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. It makes your heart do funny things. It feels amazing, doesn't it sweetie? Admit it." Sherry whispered devilishly.

Michael shook his head, completely bewildered.

"Gees Sherry, you're one hell of a succubus." Michael said.

"I'm one hell of a woman. Your woman." Sherry corrected.

*Chu

...

..

.

A little while later, while in the middle of kissing each other, Sherry paused and pulled her lips away. She stared at Michael for several long moments without making a sound.

"Is something wrong?" Michael asked.

...

"Someone, somewhere, has focused their intent on us." Sherry said quietly.

"What does that mean?" Michael asked.

Sherry did not answer. She simply closed her eyes and took a quiet deep breath.

...

Her eyes shot open.

"Someone's coming. They just tripped my detection wards. But who could it be?" Sherry wondered.

Michael turned towards the front door in anticipation, and Sherry did also. The only sound in the apartment was their combined breathing.

...

..

.

*Ding Dong

"Sure enough, there's the bell." Michael said, throwing his hands in the air.

Sherry turned to him, confusion clearly written on her face.

"Not just one. Many. And they're monster girls too." Sherry said.

Sherry's eyes darted side to side in thought, trying to wager a guess as to why a small army of her followers had suddenly showed up at their door.

*GASP

"If that ocarina could go though my personal wards... then it must have zipped straight through the wards protecting the apartment!" Sherry realized.

*DING DONG DING DONG

"Oh dear..." Sherry fretted.

*Knockknock

*DingDingDingDing

*Rapraprap

Someone knocked on the window next to the door. Whoever was on the other side was desperate to get their attention.

"Well someone's getting impatient. Let's just take a look see through the peephole." Michael said.

Michael got up and cross the apartment, and stooped down so he could look through the peephole.

...

He backed away, startled. There had been a red eye looking back at him. He looked again.

...

"Ho...ly... shit!" Michael exclaimed.

"What? WHAT?!" Sherry cried.

"You were right! There's a big heaping pile of monster girls outside!" Michael exclaimed.

...

"And they're twiddling themselves." Michael added.

Sherry snickered.

"So, any bright ideas?" Michael asked.

"They are inma, therefore they are welcome in this home." Sherry said confidently.

Before Michael could do a thing to stop her, Sherry stepped forward and unlocked the door.

"Wait! What are you doing!? Don't open it!" Michael cried.

When the door swung open, a whole gaggle of monster girls piled up to the doorframe with looks of anticipation on their faces. Some of them lost their balance when the door opened and flopped forward with others landing on top of them. The whole disheveled gaggle looked up towards Sherry, anxiety clear in their eyes.

"We heard really beautiful music." The crowd said.

Sherry turned her head and looked straight at Michael with a smug look on her face.

"I told you thusly did I not?" Sherry said, smirking.

The gaggle of girls at the door followed her gaze and all settled their uncanny corrupted eyes on Michael. Even he could feel their intent, and it sent a shiver up his spine.

"This isn't the apartment you're looking for. Move along." Michael said in desperation.

"We triangulated it here." The crowd said.

Sherry took Michael's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Don't be cruel sweetie. These are all good people with kind hearts that just want to hear your music clearly." Sherry reassured.

"Felgercarb. Most of you people treated me like trash not too long ago." Michael jabbed.

He pointed at one of them, the closest one.

"Like that time you keyed my car." Michael recalled.

"EEP! You knew!?" The girl squeaked.

His finger shifted to another girl.

"Or the time you called me fatso and told me to eat shit and die." Michael recalled.

"I'm I'm I'm... I'm sorry!" The girl whimpered.

His finger shifted again.

"And the time you pulled my clothes out of the public washing machine and threw it in the garbage, just to make room for your own." Michael recalled.

"Oh shit... that was yours?!" The girl blurted.

His finger landed on one more girl.

"Or the time you told your drunk boyfriend that you were cheating on him with me. He kicked my door down, and I nearly had to shoot the prick. All because you didn't have the guts to break up with him directly." Michael recalled

Everyone in the crowd turned towards that girl and shot her a venomous gaze.

"I'm sorry okay! The guy was beating me and the cops wouldn't help!" The girl claimed.

"Excuses..." The crowd grumbled.

...

"I don't want anything to do with any of you pricks." Michael jabbed angrily.

The entire crowd slumped, all looking dejected and guilty.

"We're sorry Mike." The crowd said, sorrowful.

"Sorry don't fracking cut it." Michael retorted.

Sherry stepped into the argument, her fingers squeezing his painfully tight.

"Hey hey hey, stop that sweetie. These poor girls are sorry for what they did. Can you not find forgiveness in your heart? They are after all, no longer human." Sherry soothed.

"Well..." Michael murmured.

"They are inma. Their past lives mean nothing from this point forward. You cannot hold them responsible anymore. It's not our way." Sherry insisted.

She turned to the girls, who were still waiting at the door.

"Come, please enter our home. You are welcome here. Please forgive my husband, for he does not truly hate you. He simply doesn't understand what it is like to become inma." Sherry said.

The crowd of monster girls filtered into the room. There were a lot of succubii, but there were other species as well. Holstaurs, werecats, harpies, and even a ghost to name a few. It was quite the assortment of claws and scales, along with tails and wings. Some were tall and curvy, and some were small and petite, and some were a mix of the two. The apartment began to get crowded really fast.

"Hey... wait... you can't..." Michael tried to say.

"Everyone make yourselves comfortable! I'll fetch some snacks!" Sherry called, interrupting.

"Kay!" The crowd called.

Sherry hustled off and the crowd pushed in against Michael, forcing him back.

"Mike."

"Michael."

"Mike."

The crowd closed in, all murmuring his name.

"We've wanted to see you Mike."

"We've wanted to talk."

They pressed even closer, crowding him clean across the apartment until he was forced to sit down on the couch. The crowd wasted no time pressing in even closer, squeezing their soft bodies against him. He ended up with quite a few of them sitting on the couch with him, and even one sitting in his lap wearing a sweet sultry smile.

"Fuaaa!" Michael cried.

They pressed in from every side, squishing his body between them. Between their sweet voices, soft bodies, and fragrant scent, Michael was finding himself going completely dizzy.

"You've had a hard time with us haven't you? Let's make up." The crowd said.

"Let's do it. Right now. Let's fuck." The girl said seductively.

The girl in his lap leaned forward, the predatory hunger clear in her eyes. He tried backing away, but there was a pair of huge boobs blocking his path backwards. The girl reached for his lower half...

*Thump

"Oww!" The girl said.

Sherry was looming over them with a spatula, which is the same spatula she had just used to whack that girl on the head. The girl rubbed the new bump on her head, and made a pouty face.

"Why'd you do that mistress?" The girl asked.

Sherry glanced at Michael, then her.

"Do you love my husband?" Sherry asked evenly.

"Well, no. I just thought..." The girl tried to say.

Sherry cut her off, turning to Michael.

"Do you feel anything for her?" Sherry asked.

"Hell no." Michael said flatly.

She turned back to the girl.

"Leave him alone." Sherry ordered.

"But..." The girl tried to argue.

Sherry gently thumped the spatula in her hand as a warning.

"Leave him alone." Sherry repeated.

"We're sorry mistress." The crowd said.

Sherry immediately dropped her scowl and formed a smile instead.

"All is forgiven my dears. Now please, do not let this ruin your visit. I'll be back with those treats." Sherry said sweetly.

Sherry walked away, and the guests watched her leave. Then they turned their demonic eyes back towards Michael.

"Hey Mike, since we can't fuck... play more music for us!"

"Yeah! Play Mike!"

"It was really beautiful!"

Several people spoke up at the same time, each one encouraging him to play the ocarina. Michael remained silent, his mind running laps at a hundred miles an hour.

"Oh...crap! For real? They're going to make me play? I don't like where this is going." Michael thought.

...

"Maybe later. Sherry! Are there any snacks?!" Michael cried, desperate.

"Coming sweetie!" Sherry answered.

The girls looked around for something to entertain themselves with in the mean time, as Sherry rifled around in the kitchen. They shamelessly checked out Michael's things, looking his shelves and entertainment center over. One of them produced a movie from his collection.

"Whoa, a VHS tape! I haven't seen one of these since high school!" A monster girl neighbor exclaimed.

"When you're poor like me, you get movies any way you can." Michael thought.

"Hey look! An original NES! Anyone remember Contra?" Another monster girl neighbor said.

"Yeah!" Several voices answered.

Next thing Michael knew, several monster girls were crowded around his old TV playing Contra. Several others were clustered around various other things like his computer, quadcopter, whiteboard full of formulas, and of course him. They fawned all over him, pressing themselves as close to him as they could get away with. The one on his lap snuck a kiss on his cheek, and the one on his right twined their fingers together.

"Hey...Mike..." The other girl breathed.

Michael turned towards her, and immediately had his lips stolen right away.

"MMPH!" Michael cried.

"Hey no fair! I kissed him first!" The girl protested.

*Pop

She pulled away from Michael's lips just long enough to snap out a retort.

"The cheek doesn't count." The other girl retorted.

And she went right back to kissing. Michael spotted Sherry as she walked into the room, and their eyes met. His eyes pleaded with her, and his arm stretched towards her. The woman who was kissing him grabbed his wrist and pinned his arms down. The one on his lap slipped her hands up and down his arms.

"Hey Mike, when you get tired of the mistress, I can show you something a lot better." The second girl said seductively.

...

Sherry smiled, and giggled lightly. Michael's eyes went from pleading to shock in an instant.

"That's funny. He hasn't even begun to scratch the surface of what I'm capable of giving him. You're going to be waiting a very long time." Sherry laughed.

She bent down in front of the girl, her huge tits swinging enticingly, and patted the girl on the head.

"But if you think you have even a remote chance of outdoing your mistress, then keep right on kissing him." Sherry said, patronizing.

The girls both smiled and took turns kissing him, each one trying to outdo the other in how lewd the kiss was. They were trying to steal his heart so that they could get past Sherry's order to 'leave him alone'. Of course Michael wasn't exactly a big fan of what was happening, but he was powerless against their strong clingy bodies.

Sherry walked amongst the girls and handed out snacks and treats for everyone. When the last guest got something, she joined them as they all sat down in a semi circle around the couch. All except those who were crammed next to Michael or on his lap. Those who were lucky enough to be close to him took turns kissing and groping him.

"Hey guys, knock it off! He can't play anything if you're busy tongue fucking his mouth!" The crowd cried.

They let Michael go, and he jerked back as far as he could away from them. Of course he still had a monster girl behind him, who happily rubbed his shoulders to get him to relax. But he wasn't having any of it. He pushed her hands away glanced quickly between the ones still clinging to him, and then to Sherry. His voice warbled in discomfort.

"Sherry!" Michael pleaded.

She simply formed a lovely smile, much like she had done before. His face twisted up in shock once again.

"Are you seriously going to sit there and... *swat... let this happen?" Michael asked.

As he spoke, he swatted away someone's hand that was trying to creep under his shirt.

"Let what happen? They're not doing anything." Sherry asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah Mike, we're not doing anything. We're just being friendly." A girl said, batting her eyelashes.

The girls all around Michael proceeded to press in even closer, their hands invading even deeper into his privacy. One of them slid her soft hands under his shirt and another began working on his buttons. The third one with the big pair of tits standing behind him resumed rubbing his shoulders.

"Things are different now Mike. The world's changed. You don't have to be so wound up and stand offish." A girl said.

"Wow, you sure have a lot of knots in you. Let's just massage those right away." The second girl soothed.

They pressed in on him, lewdly caressing his body against his wishes. He called for Sherry again, but her attention had been diverted by the video game being played on the television.

"oooOOOooo that's fascinating! You can control the pictures with that strange grey rectangle?" Sherry cooed.

"Sherry..." Michael pleaded quietly.

"Just a minute sweetie. I'm learning something new about your world." Sherry said, distracted.

One of the girls surrounding him stuck her tongue in his mouth to keep him from calling out for Sherry again.

"It's alright Mike. You don't have to ask her to help you. You're not in trouble or anything. But if you get hard down below, we'll take that as a sign you're interested in us." A second girl said quietly.

Just then, the mysterious girl who had been blocking him from behind finally spoke up. It was an all too familiar voice, and it immediately set off all the danger alarms in Michael's mind.

"If that's the goal, I could always just prick him with one of my spines." The corrupted policewoman suggested.

!

"Oh frack! Manticore!" Michael thought.

Michael's hands fumbled frantically, trying to get the ocarina lined up with his fingertips and mouth. The girls around him squealed in happiness at the sight of it, enough to make Sherry turn her head from what she was doing.

*Gasp

"No! I forbid you!" Sherry cried.

Michael began playing a tune. The haunting tones of Scarborough Fair echoed throughout the apartment, and Sherry lunged.

...

Sherry managed to make it across the room and wrap her fingers around his wrist, but her strength failed her. She succumbed to the music, as did every single girl in that room. Michael nervously eyed the manticore tail hovering to his right, that had he been but mere moments slower would have surely pricked his arm. The hands that had been tugging on his shirt slumped and fell away, and all talking in the room fell silent.

..

.

Michael continued playing, with the only other sound in the apartment the sound of Game Over on the Nintendo. Sherry's grip on his wrist loosened, and she sank back right along with all the other girls.

Michael's audience was utterly captivated, with each one showing the same reaction that Sherry had shown before. Their eyes became unfocused, and they slowly swayed back and forth. They all looked very happy as they fell deeper and deeper into Michael's bewitching tune. Sherry had really sensed true magic coming from his ocarina, and it was the kind of magic that only a sorcerer like her could understand. Magic so powerful that it could suppress the natural monster instinct for a short time and bring them under his control, but only so long as he kept playing. As soon as Michael stopped, he knew that they would pounce him. Sherry had done it twice against her better judgment. So an entire room of monster girls in heat would surely assault him and rape him until he shattered into a thousand pieces.

*Squeaaak

Michael blew a bad note as he awkwardly got up out of the couch, not being able to use his hands to provide leverage out of the deep cushions. Not that it seemed to cause an unusual effect, so he kept right on playing. He shuffled towards the door, navigating around countless monster girls strewn about. They pressed in from all sides, and the ones at the couch followed him. Lucky the door was open, so he thought that maybe he had a chance.

Finally at long last, Michael reached the door. His lungs ached from playing so hard, and his heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour. He blew one last hard note, and dropped his fingers from the ocarina so he could grab his keys. Frantically digging through the bowl for his keys, he began to hear voices in the room.

"...fuck..." Sherry murmured.

"...sex..." A monster girl neighbor muttered.

"...now..." Another monster girl neighbor begged.

"...cock..." A third monster girl neighbor drooled.

"...suck..." A fourth monster girl neighbor muttered.

"...want it..." Sherry murmured again.

"GAAAH!" Michael cried.

*JINGLE

Michael found the keys, hooked his PF Flyer on the door, and managed to force it shut from the other side.

*Thump

*Thump

*Thump

He made a break for it, hopping on one foot down the stairs and cussing like a drunk sailor. The foot he had used to close the door had been shocked from Sherry's wards, and was in severe pain.

"FRACK! Fracking door wards! Fracking neighbors! Frack all and frack! Mother fracker!" Michael swore incoherently.

By the time the girls on the other side of the door came to their senses and realized what had happened, Michael had already started the Duster and backed out of his parking space.

*BRRRRAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhh...

They all piled out on the porch just in time to see the Duster's back tires hook on the asphalt and launch the relatively light weight car down the street like a rocket. The engine was roaring so loud that it set off a half dozen car alarms as it disappeared in a puff of tire smoke and exhaust. Torn bits of asphalt and smoldering rubber was all that remained.

"Man that car of his is fast." The crowd said, disappointed.

Sherry pushed through the crowd. When she got to the edge of the balcony and saw the cloud of dissipating tire smoke, she scowled angrily.

"Go home!" Sherry commanded angrily.

"Yes mistress, as you command." The crowd said submissively.

The crowd dispersed, and Sherry was left alone on the patio. Her wings fluttered outward and stretched upright. She launched using her powerful legs and went airborne into the darkening cloudy sky. All of her highly tuned succubus senses were strongest at night, and she would need them all to track down her missing runaway husband.

~Later~

Once Michael was in flight mode, he didn't bother stopping until he was well outside the city limit and up in the foothills. The speed of the Duster and his utter mastery of the machine meant he didn't even have to put in much effort as he dodged and weaved in and out of traffic. Not even Johnny Law could stop him. It started to rain and gust wind, as if the world was reflecting his general mood at that moment.

"Damn you Sherry. Dumbass. Putting me through that shit. I needed help and you totally didn't care!" Michael cursed.

The wind hit the side of the car, making it swerve slightly. But that didn't stop him. He kept right on cruising until he got to a spot where a semi truck had wrecked and blocked the road. So he took a side road, which lead to another side road, which lead to a dirt road way out in middle of the empty desert.

*Bog

The Duster bogged down in the soft soil, and it slowed to a crawl.

"Oh frack. Nonononono! No no! NO! NO DAMN IT!" Michael cried.

*BRAAAA

*BRAAAAaaaa

And just like that, Michael and his Duster was stuck in the mud. The rain increased, and pattered violently against the windshield. But even with how strong the rain came down, the image of Michael cussing and clunking his head against the steering wheel was clearly visible.

It took Michael a few moments to vent, and a few moments more to calm down. He sat perfectly still in his seat, the last few rays of evening finally making way for night.

*Sigh

"Well that's what I get for driving on a road that really needs a flat fender jeep. Frack." Michael cussed under his breath.

He paused, then shifted the car in reverse.

*Braaaa

Then he shifted into first gear.

*Rock rock

*Braaaaaaaa

"Nope. She done. Daaaaaamn." Michael said.

He turned the key and let the poor immobile Duster sputter silent.

.

..

...

Michael remained still in the driver seat, making no moves in the silent darkness. The rain pattered against the windshield and thunked against the steel of the car. His eyes glanced over to the ocarina on the passenger seat, and he quietly picked it up.

"Well... I might as well play Scarborough Fair right this time." Michael said aloud.

So he brought the ocarina to his lips and began playing. Unlike last time, he played it perfectly . The haunting notes of the music flowed beautifully, instead of awkwardly with lots of mistakes. He couldn't live with himself knowing he had played one of his favorite songs so poorly.

~A Couple Minutes Later~

Michael finished his rendition, and smiled in satisfaction.

"Yeah! That's more like it!" Michael said happily.

He placed the ocarina respectfully down on the passenger seat, and flicked off his seatbelt. The rain had let up some, so he was going to try pushing his car out of the mud. The second he got out of the car, he sank ankle deep in the most awful sticky mud he had ever seen. But he slogged through it, the light rain soaking his clothes, all the way to the back of the car.

*Thump

He threw his body against the car.

"HYYYYYYYYRRRRGGGGG!" Michael forced.

The car rocked violently, but it was still stuck. He continued pushing.

"HYYNNNNRRRRGGGGAAAA!" Michael forced through gritted teeth.

The car rocked even harder, but was still stuck.

...

"HHHHHHEEEEEEEERRRRRNNNNNIIIIIIAAAAAA!" Michael cried.

He dug his feet in and put every ounce of strength he had into the push, but the Duster remained stubbornly stuck. Finally he gasped and let go, and splayed his arms out across the trunk.

"Oh I see how it is. You're gonna force me to get the fracking shovel, aren't you? Well... fine! Be that way! Schmuck!" Michael grumbled.

He popped the trunk and produced a surplus military folding shovel, and started digging.

He tried digging the car out for a while, giving the car a series of pushes each time he thought he had dug enough. But all he was doing was wearing himself out. He would dig then push, dig then push, and dig then push some more. After doing that enough times, he flopped back in the car and tried to rest.

"I wonder if Sherry left any drinkable water around here." Michael murmured.

He looked around the cab, but only found an empty bottle of water.

"Maybe in the trunk?" Michael thought.

Michael hopped out of the car, closing the door behind him. He popped the trunk and looked inside, but saw nothing. Dejected, he clunked his forehead lightly against the trunk lid and slammed it shut.

*SLAM

What felt like a freight train's worth of mass collided right into Michael and threw him hard against the trunk. The next thing he knew, his face was firmly shoved against glass. Some mysterious person was attacking him from behind.

"Gaaaah! Mother fecker!" Michael raged.

His arm twisted around and grabbed his attacker over his shoulder. He knotted up his shoulder muscles and heaved the person over his head, throwing them hard onto the trunk. It was Sherry.

"Why you little...!" Michael barked.

...

"Wha... Sherry?" Michael paused.

He locked his arm around her neck and pinned her, and kissed her roughly. Any brief anger he might have felt at being attacked instantly transformed into passion, at least as far as Sherry was involved. His mental conditioning made sure of that.

As much as Sherry liked being kissed, she wasn't about to let go of her anger quite as easily as he could. She counterattacked, taking advantage of Michael's lapse in defenses due to his kiss. Her hands latched onto him and spun him around. The next thing Michael knew, he was once again pinned against the trunk. His arms were wrenched behind him in a wrestlers arm lock. The lock was so tight that the bones in his arms began to ache and protest from being bent too far.

"Ahh damn, that hurts! Stop!" Michael cried.

"No! You deserve it you little shit!" Sherry shouted.

Sherry tightened the arm lock even more and made him cry out.

"I told you to never venture outside without me! Do you know how worried I was about you? You've taken centuries off my life this day!" Sherry shouted.

"Hey wait a sec, it was getting a little crazy back ther..." Michael tried to say.

"SILENCE FOOL! I'M TAKING YOU HOME!" Sherry commanded.

*Crackle WHOOSH

*THUD

Michael found himself sprawled out on the kitchen floor of his apartment. Other than Sherry and himself, there was nobody there. He cradled his arm.

"Ahh... shit that hurts." Michael groaned.

Sherry loomed over him, water droplets falling off her wings like a waterfall. She was soaked from flying around in the rain. Because of how wet she was, Michael couldn't see the tears in her eyes.

"A slight ache compared to what I felt like for me! It felt as if my body was withering away every moment you were missing!" Sherry shot resentfully.

She reached down to undo his clothes, but he lashed out and wrapped his aching arm around her head.

*Smooch

Michael kissed her again. She did not resist. Her angry eyes softened immediately and her tense body melted right in his arms. She was angry enough to resist one kiss, but not two.

...

"Oh sweetie..." Sherry said softly.

She seemed sorrowful, and she brushed her magic hand over his arms. Her warm magic flowed soothingly over his aching arms, dulling the pain.

"I forgive you sweetie. I'm sorry I hurt you." Sherry said.

Sherry helped peel Michael's soaking wet and muddy clothes off, and rushed around the apartment to get him clean ones. Minutes passed, and as she helped him into a warm shirt she couldn't help but grumble.

"Vulnerable. That's what you were. Vulnerable out there in the world without your loyal wifey to protect you. Without me." Sherry murmured.

She felt up the area under his left arm, near his armpit.

"Not even armed with your strange earth weapon. Thank the demon lord that you're alright." Sherry murmured.

"I'm sorry I worried you that much. It didn't occur to me you might be worried." Michael said, sorrowful.

Sherry frowned.

"Well of course I would be worried! I love you! I'm offended that you would ever consider otherwise!" Sherry said firmly.

She tugged his clothes straight and raked her fingers through his messy hair.

"There. Now you are presentable. I shall leave you right here and bring back our guests." Sherry said.

"Wait... what?! Don't do that!" Michael cried.

Sherry's angry expression returned instantly.

"What did you just say?" Sherry asked angrily.

"I don't want them here. I didn't want them here in the first place! Do you have any idea what they tried to do to me?" Michael asked quickly.

"Of course I do. I was there dummy. My ears heard every word." Sherry said.

"They were trying to get in my pants. I tried asking you for help, but you freaking ignored me!" Michael exclaimed.

"I hit that girl in the head with a spatula. What else do you want?" Sherry asked, exasperated.

"How about telling them they can't try to seduce me. You're their mistress, so you can do that right?" Michael suggested.

"I could, but I won't. Are you saying you can't handle a couple women? Are you even a man?" Sherry jabbed.

Michael scowled.

"How did you expect me to handle a few DOZEN inma with superhuman strength?" Michael shot.

"With your dick obviously." Sherry said nonchalantly.

Michael recoiled, taken aback utterly and completely. He hadn't ever expected her to say that of all the things she could have said. But even then, he realized that of course a succubus would answer like that.

"You're nuts!" Michael retorted.

"I am not. It is the mamono way. What does it matter if one makes love to many? It doesn't have to mean anything if they feel nothing for each other." Sherry argued.

Michael turned his head away.

"You were my first." Michael murmured.

"And you were not my first. Although you were my first man." Sherry replied.

...

"Do you judge me for that?" Sherry asked.

"No. I'm just not even sure what you're trying to say." Michael said quietly.

"What I am trying to say is thus. It is the mamono way to make love freely, as it pleases us. Human social constructs mean nothing to us." Sherry explained.

"Well... I'm not doing that." Michael said, shaking his head.

Sherry's eyes darkened.

...

"I thought I removed his inhibitions when I entered his mind..." Sherry thought.

...

"Why..." Sherry tried to argue.

Michael reached out and grabbed her shoulders, and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I love you. I love only you, and no one else. I know that monster girls don't sleep around when they get a husband, so why is it so different for the men?" Michael asked.

Sherry's eyes softened again.

"Because it is." Sherry said softly.

"That's no answer." Michael grumbled.

She hesitated, and then blurted out an answer.

"Because there's more females than males!" Sherry said quickly.

"That's not true here. Those girls can easily get as many guys as they want with the bare minimum of effort. They don't need me." Michael said.

Sherry hesitated again.

...

"I will admit, that my greedy half desires to keep you for myself." Sherry admitted.

"Was that the greedy half that told them to leave me alone?" Michael asked.

Sherry nodded.

"Then it's settled. I want you to understand, in no uncertain terms, that I only want you. You. Only You. You alone. Sherry. My wife." Michael said firmly.

He said it with a happy smile. Just the thought of being married to someone as wonderful as Sherry was enough to make his heart flutter in joy.

Sherry was silent for a long time after that proclamation. She seemed to be thinking, and staring into his eyes at the same time. After several minutes, she quietly spoke.

"Then... I shall keep strays away from you. Those that seek food, but nothing else." Sherry promised quietly.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." Michael said, relieved.

"But be warned. Do not trifle with the love of another woman, lest you earn my deepest boiling anger. Casual sex is one thing, but a relationship is another." Sherry warned.

Sherry walked out of the apartment and left Michael there sitting in the kitchen. He groaned and stood upright.

"I think she just warned me to never cheat on her. Not that I blame her." Michael thought.

...

"Wow, monster girls are weird for putting emotions over physical acts." Michael thought.

...

He sank down onto the couch, deep in thought.

...

"Yeah maybe that's the mamono way, but it's clear she wants me for herself. If I were to do it with another monster girl, odds are that other girl would do what monsters do and latch onto me emotionally. Then I'd really be up the creek!" Michael thought.

...

"Even if Sherry says it's okay to do the deed, it would still make her upset when that other girl would butt in." Michael thought.

...

"On the other hand, no monster girl is going to try to steal me away from Sherry unless she has an emotional reason to do so." Michael thought.

...

"So as long as I don't go out of my way to make love with another monster girl, and as long as Sherry keeps the feeders away from me, I'll be fine." Michael concluded.

Smiling, Michael nodded to himself and sank back into the couch. Convinced that his problems were solved, he relaxed and chuckled in relief.

~Meanwhile~

Sherry was outside, walking along in the darkness towards the neighbors who she had sent away not too long before. She had already knocked on a couple doors, but hadn't had any answers yet.

"As mistress of these girls, I must keep up appearances. But even then, I question why I am out here on this dreary night." Sherry thought.

...

"I'm glad sweetie is unharmed. The brief time he was alone might have been the end of him, and surely the end of me. I am no necromancer, and reincarnating him would be difficult." Sherry thought.

...

"Sweetie may be in our home, but I am still uncomfortable leaving him alone. Between his mental problems and the threat of possible danger, he really needs constant nurturing and protection." Sherry thought.

...

"I really should command someone strong to become the first member of my honor guard, so that she may guard sweetie at those times I must be away. Perhaps that manticore police girl who lives nearby." Sherry thought.

...

"That won't work. No matter who I order to take the job, they would never be emotionally invested enough in sweetie's safety to suffice. Not like me. Not like the one who loves him." Sherry thought.

...

Suddenly, she came to a dead stop.

" Yes! That's it! Sweetie needs another wife! He was terrified of being alone, so surely he would welcome two women in his life! Then he would never be alone again, even for a moment!" Sherry thought.

...

"Two women... or three... or four..." Sherry thought, grinning devilishly.

...

"If he were to marry again, then I can be certain he would always be protected! So what if I have to share, as long as he lives and is happy!" Sherry thought, smiling.

She began to walk again, her head swiveling around.

"But the difficult part is how to accomplish this task. I can't order someone to fall in love, and now I've made this vow to keep the feeders away from sweetie. Hmm, I made that vow in haste. That will make things harder." Sherry thought.

...

"And sweetie is utterly dedicated to me. He won't even allow another woman to touch him without complaint, much less make love and form an emotional bond." Sherry thought.

...

"No normal girl is going to fall in love with sweetie when they smell my scent all over him. That is quite unappealing, taking someone's leftovers. So unless he does something, or I convince them somehow, they will never touch him other than to feed." Sherry thought.

...

"Oh dear, this is quite the conundrum. Perhaps I had better settle for a guard for now." Sherry thought.

She changed direction and headed towards the mailboxes, which was right next to the home of the manticore policewoman.

~Later~

A considerable amount of time passed as Michael waited. He ate dinner, showered, got dressed again, and played a few video games. The clock ticked on by as Michael began to worry about Sherry and where she was. Every couple of minutes he was glancing towards the door nervously, every time he heard a noise. Of course there was no noise, but he was jumpy and hearing things.

"Where's Sherry?" Michael wondered aloud.

His question was answered when he heard the distinctive click clack click sound of high heels walking up the stairs.

"Ah, there she is. Thank goodness. I miss her so much." Michael thought.

The sound of footsteps stopped, and Michael waited anxiously for the sound of the door to open. Waited... and waited... and waited.

"Is that... even Sherry? Is there a stranger at the door?" Michael thought.

...

..

.

*Silence

.

..

...

Michael grew increasingly nervous, as whoever was on the other side of the door made no attempt to enter. He began to wonder if it was one of his neighbors trying to sneak in and attack him. Or perhaps some of that danger that Sherry had warned about repeatedly.

...

Michael began to feel fear creeping up his spine. A new paranoia formed and was running away at full speed, and his mind was producing all sorts of awful scenarios.

...

Michael snatched up his trusty Beretta 92 model S from his desk and approached the door. He leaned against the wall next to the door and quietly listened, thumbing back the hammer on his pistol as his fear transformed into annoyed anger.

...

*Scuff

There was a noise behind Michael.

...

Michael's pistol was up and aimed so fast that it was like someone cracked a whip. His target... a likewise armed Sherry. His pistol was firmly leveled on her nose while her sword was poised to stab his heart.

...

Michael stared silently at Sherry.

...

Sherry stared silently at Michael.

...

Both remained unmoving, and both remained poised to strike.

...

"You better make sure you kill me with that fancy pig sticker, or after I get out of the hospital I'll hunt your sorry succubus ass down." Michael growled.

Sherry formed a devilish smile.

"You better make sure you kill me with that fancy earth weapon, or after I leave the healer I'll hunt you down and reverse rape you until your pelvis breaks." Sherry countered.

Michael mirrored her devilish smile.

"In your dreams, dweeb. I'll break your womb first." Michael grinned.

The two of them broke down laughing, and their weapons lowered.

"You're fast, my dear husband! Pleasantly fast!" Sherry remarked, smiling.

"Yeah, and you're sneaky. What'd you teleport in for?" Michael asked.

Sherry's smile faded a little.

"I sensed a killing intent and intense fear. I thought that you were in trouble, so I teleported in to ambush your attacker." Sherry explained.

...

"Seriously?" Michael asked, scowling.

Sherry nodded.

"Damn it Sherry! I nearly SHOT YOU!" Michael cried.

"Well, I wouldn't have done it normally! What happened in here?" Sherry demanded.

"You scared the crap out of me is what happened! Freaking... AGAIN!" Michael exclaimed angrily.

Michael walked over to his chair and flopped in it with a sigh and thumbed the safety on the Beretta. Sherry likewise sheathed her sword and it disappeared from view on her waist.

"I heard someone at the door, so I started freaking out." Michael muttered.

"That was me. I apologize my sweet, but there was a pleasant eastern wind blowing. The kind of wind that encourages quiet contemplation." Sherry recounted.

"I can't tell sweetie that I was thinking of how to get another woman to love him. Not yet." Sherry thought.

Michael threw his Beretta on his desk next to its holster and sat back in his seat.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I've been known to do the same thing." Michael said gently.

"Well, anyways. I have returned. It brings me great comfort that you are taking your own safety seriously." Sherry said.

"Yeah. Sure. I just don't want to be raped by one of your fracking 'subjects' while you're out." Michael grumbled.

...

"Perhaps on that note... I have learned of a strange occurrence here in this area." Sherry said

"Strange occurrence?" Michael asked.

Sherry shook her head in confusion.

"I've never seen the likes of it. To have something like this happen in my world would be unheard of, unless there was a great battle between man and inma." Sherry said.

"What?" Michael pressed.

"Those monsters who visited us have all been married. Not one of them remain single anymore. And even more, only a mere handful are in a harem arrangement." Sherry recounted incredulously.

...

"Every one? Well damn that was fast. But why is it unheard of in your world?" Michael asked.

"Surely you jest. Do you truly believe it is so easy for an entire large party of many inma to get married all at once in the same day to different men? That's preposterous! There are simply not enough men to go around!" Sherry exclaimed.

"I suppose that makes sense." Michael said.

Sherry sighed.

"It seems they were so frustrated after your music that they assaulted some sort of gentleman's club. They took mates there." Sherry recounted.

"Good. That means they won't be bothering me anymore." Michael thought.

*Hehe

...

*Hehehahahahahaha!

Michael slowly began to chuckle, which slowly transformed into roaring laughter.

"What did I say that is so humorous?" Sherry asked.

"Well... for starters... I told you so!" Michael laughed.

...

He chuckled furiously, shaking his head.

"And... a gentleman's club. Aka, a strip club. How fitting!" Michael laughed.

Sherry formed a smile, and began laughing herself.

"I bet those men were quite happy!" Sherry laughed.

"Yeah, and the pole dancers were really unhappy losing their customers!" Michael added, laughing.

Michael's laughter died down some, and he took a slightly more serious tone.

"I'm happy for them. I hope they live good lives with whoever they found in this crazy world." Michael said.

Sherry smiled and sat down in Michael's lap.

"I'm proud of you for thinking that sweetie. " Sherry said, serious.

...

..

.

For a moment, Michael thought about those girls and what would have happened if he hadn't have run away. For a brief instant, a trill of excitement ran up his spine at the thought of being surrounded by a dozen monster girls as they all tried to push his buttons at once. The greedy half of him considered how nice it would be to have a lot of people around to keep him company. For an instant... and then he pushed the offending thoughts and images out of his mind.

.

..

...

"Have you eaten yet sweetie? I would hate to make you eat cold food, and it is surely cold by now." Sherry asked.

"Yeah I ate, and I enjoyed it. Thank you." Michael said.

Sherry leaned forward and snuck a brief kiss.

"You are quite welcome sweetie. Now, may I see the ocarina for a moment?" Sherry asked nicely.

"Oh I don't have it on me. It's in the Duster." Michael said casually.

Sherry jumped up.

"WHAT?! YOU CARELESSLY FORGOT SUCH A POWERFUL ARTIFACT!? FOOL!" Sherry shouted.

She drew her sword and turned towards the door.

*Crackle WHOOSH

...

"Um... drama much?" Michael murmured.

A couple minutes passed.

...

*Crackle WHOOSH

"I found it! It's safe! Thank goodness!" Sherry exclaimed.

She clutched it to her chest protectively and eyed Michael. Her hands held it out and offered it to Michael, and when he took it she wrapped his fingers around it and pushed it against his chest.

"You must protect this artifact sweetie. No matter what it must never end up in the hands of the chief god or the order, lest we all be destroyed. Do not think I speak lightly!" Sherry pleaded.

"But Sherry..." Michael tried to say.

Sherry laid a finger on his lips.

"No. Perhaps it is a mere musical instrument to you, but it has the potential to destroy. What if an order knight were to play it on the battlefield? Then all the inma would be frozen and unable to protect themselves. The knights would simply walk up to each one and slit their throats!" Sherry explained at length.

Michael hesitated for a moment.

"That's... a good point." Michael admitted.

"The order would stop at nothing to get such an artifact, and I would die defending you. Please sweetie, I don't want to die! If I were to die, then I couldn't love you anymore!" Sherry fretted.

Michael stared at the ocarina in his hands, feeling his heart tremble with Sherry's terrified words.

"I love you too Sherry." Michael said quietly.

His fingers clutched around the ocarina tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Goodness! What an awfully depressing mood has descended. Would you like something hot to drink?" Sherry asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah. That's a good idea. Maybe some hot chocolate." Michael said quietly.

"Right away my love~" Sherry sang.

Sherry hustled off to the kitchen, leaving Michael alone. The moment she was out of sight, he sighed and rubbed his finger across the smooth surface of his ocarina.

"Goodbye, old friend." Michael whispered, heartbroken.

...

He stood up and lifted up one corner of his chair. Then he stuck the ocarina under the leg of the chair and gently balanced the two on the floor. With one last deep breath, he sat down on the chair as hard as he could.

*CRACK!

And just like that, the ocarina was shattered into a hundred pieces.

Sherry came out of the kitchen in a big hurry, her hand at the hilt of her sword.

"Sweetie! What was that noise?" Sherry asked hurriedly.

Her eyes went wide when she saw the shrapnel Michael was picking up off the floor.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Sherry screamed.

She rushed forward, falling to her knees and picking up the pieces. Michael let the pieces he had picked up filter through his fingers.

"What have you done?!" Sherry cried in anguish.

"I destroyed it." Michael said calmly.

"But... why?" Sherry whined.

"Seriously? After everything you just said a couple minutes ago? About slitting throats and dying? Did you really think I didn't feel anything when you said that?" Michael retorted

She gathered the pieces together and tried to use magic to reassemble them. Red magic swirled from her fingers and surrounded the pieces, but she couldn't get them to go together correctly. As soon as the magic faded, the pieces fell apart again.

"Just let it go. Now it can't hurt any monster girls." Michael said.

Sherry looked up to Michael with tear filled eyes.

"It was a thing of beauty, and you destroyed it! It made such beautiful music, and it made me so happy to hear it!" Sherry exclaimed, sobbing.

"It's dangerous! If given the choice, I would rather protect monster girls than get to play a little music every once in a while." Michael explained calmly.

"You shouldn't have destroyed it sweetie. Now it's gone forever. Even after the order has been destroyed and peace has returned, the music will still be dead." Sherry lamented.

"Ehh it's no big deal. I can always go buy another ocarina." Michael said, shrugging.

...

Sherry gave him a strange look.

"But... it wouldn't be the same." Sherry sighed, grief stricken.

Michael shook his head and reached over towards his keyboard and mouse, where he did a quick internet search.

"Here you go. Found it in five seconds. It's the exact same one I have. Same color too. I can get another one any time I feel like it, and have it delivered to our door in three days." Michael reassured.

He clicked on a video and made Sherry watch it. She stiffened as the sound of the ocarina came from the speakers, and she was utterly in awe watching the video. Michael noted that she did not enter a trance or react in any way like she had done before.

"Truthfully! It's unmistakable! It's an exact copy in every way!" Sherry exclaimed in wonder.

Sherry watched the entire video through, and watched as Michael brought up that exact ocarina on several online retailer sites. She was moments from telling him to buy another, when a stray thought popped up into her head.

"Wait a moment." Sherry suddenly said.

Sherry's expression changed from relieved to perturbed.

"So the ocarina is not unique, and that ocarina video did not contain magic just now." Sherry said.

"And?" Michael asked.

"There is no disputing the fact that there is magic involved here. When I played this ocarina, it had no effect on either of us. So that only leaves one possible conclusion." Sherry pondered.

...

"The magic must be within you!" Sherry reasoned.

Michael face palmed.

"Oh boy... here we go again." Michael grumbled.

"No listen! It must be, for elemental magic doesn't contain spirit energy within it. And the taste was clearly..." Sherry tried to explain.

"What the heck are you going on about this time?" Michael jabbed, annoyed.

Sherry shook her head. She seemed to be thinking up another way to explain her thoughts.

"My apologies. All magic, no matter where it comes from or who casts it, contains a signature of the user. Think of it as a fingerprint revealing the particular aura of the caster." Sherry explained.

"And the ocarina music has my... aura... or whatever." Michael reasoned.

"Yes! I know it so well. I have tasted you, and your flavor lingers on my tongue." Sherry said, smiling.

...

"It didn't just taste like you, but it was 'spirit energy'. Only a human or an incubus can possibly cast a spell with spirit energy. Inma only use demonic energy, angels use divine magic, and the elementals only use elemental mana." Sherry explained.

Sherry flicked her hand, crimson magic dancing around her fingers to emphasize what she just said.

"I thought that because you were playing it, the ocarina was simply using your mana to power itself. But because of how strong your aura is, and because it didn't work for me, I now have my doubts." Sherry said.

"Well I have no doubts. I am not a magician!" Michael insisted.

Sherry pressed her body in closer and stared right into his eyes.

"You are... and I can prove it!" Sherry insisted.

"I'm not interested in whatever crazy hair brained logic you..." Michael tried to say.

"The magic coin did not have the power to contact my world." Sherry said bluntly.

!

Michael jerked, having been taken by surprise.

"But you said..." Michael tried to say.

"No. I was mistaken. The more I have had time to reflect, the more I doubt your coin could have sent the message the Maoyu received. I think that the coin knew that and tried to grant your wish another way." Sherry said.

Michael blinked several times in surprise while Sherry maintained a unbroken level gaze into his eyes.

"You're talking like the magic coin is intelligent!" Michael exclaimed.

"It is. They are undoubtedly sentient, but on a level different than ours. They only care about whomever their owner is. So they have no concern for the conflict of monster and order, and would grant a heartfelt wish as best it could regardless of the owner." Sherry said.

"And your point is?" Michael questioned.

"Wait sweetie, I'm not done yet. Another question. Before I came... and please don't take offense... but did you lose weight at any time?" Sherry asked.

...

..

.

"Now that you mention it, the scale did say I was twenty pounds lighter. I thought the thing just needed a new battery." Michael recalled.

"I see. And another question. Was your wish heartfelt and true?" Sherry asked.

"Of course it was! I wanted a girl from fallen maidens, and I got a girl from fallen maidens! I wanted a girl who would love me as much as Wilmarina loves El." Michael exclaimed.

Sherry's eyebrow shot up.

"El wasn't worth much to anyone. He was just some dude, who didn't have any money or fame unlike her. But Wilmarina fell in love with him anyways, and when Druella..." Michael tried to say.

"You need not recount the rest of the story. I know it very well." Sherry said.

"Right. Of course you do." Michael chuckled.

Sherry shook her head and sighed, and clutched his cheek.

"I understand you all the better now sweetie. I still don't think the magic coin directly contacted my world." Sherry said kindly.

"Then who did?" Michael asked.

"You did. The magic coin used its power to change you inside, and then made your spirit cry out to my world." Sherry said.

"Changed me how?" Michael asked.

"I think your heart wanted something simpler than the very specific request of someone from fallen maidens. I think... you love monster girls and wanted the ability to bring one to you." Sherry wagered.

"O...kay?" Michael said, confused.

"So the coin granted you the power to attract monster girls, much like the power Sirens have when they sing. Both by contacting my world and giving you the power to rope me in when I came, the coin has granted your wish." Sherry finished.

*Smooch

"Not that you needed to use any powers to rope me in. *giggle" Sherry said.

"If I didn't need it, then why did the magic coin give it to me?" Michael asked.

"That I cannot answer. It's possible there is some aspect we haven't looked at yet." Sherry said.

...

"That's a lie. I know why it gave that power. El did not get married to just Wilmarina, but to many others. Sasha, Merse, Primera, Franscisca, Koyoi, and Mimiru." Sherry thought.

...

Sherry retained an indiscernible face, not betraying her inner thoughts. She knew that despite his intentions when he made his original wish, the magic coin had not granted it exactly how he wanted.

"So the magic coin altered you, made you capable of magic, and used your combined power to contact my world. Then you reveal your power over monster girls. Your aura is the aura of a mage, and your soul is far too bright to be a normal human. These things I know. I have seen them. So do you understand why I think you're a magician?" Sherry concluded.

"Okay, well there's no arguing what happened in this room earlier. Alright Sherry, you win for now." Michael relented.

"This isn't a competition sweetie, and I'm not done." Sherry said.

...

"Why do you suppose the Maoyu sent me to protect you?" Sherry quizzed.

"Oh that's easy. She's fighting for the survival of the mamono race, so she sent you here to corrupt this world in order to increase her supplies of demonic energy. That and she wants more husbands for her army." Michael said.

Sherry blinked.

"Am I wrong?" Michael asked.

"Well... no. You're not wrong, but that's a very pessimistic view on the situation. Lilith does care about you specifically." Sherry said.

"I find that very hard to believe." Michael said dryly.

"She watched you for some time before sending me. Her powers let her divine you and allowed her to study you and your world to a limited degree. From that, she decided you were worthy of her consideration." Sherry recounted.

"She probably divined me right as I was busting a nut to pornhub." Michael said dryly.

Sherry giggled.

"I wouldn't mind divining that myself." Sherry chuckled.

Sherry coughed, clearing her throat.

"Anyways, she did spend time studying you. As did my mistress. Now granted they didn't exactly tell me details, but they did warn me that the order would likely try to harm you. That means you are a threat to them, or perhaps the Maoyu knew of your powers and thought they would try to capture you." Sherry reasoned.

"Hmm..." Michael hummed.

"Also your mana is quite dense and of high quality, just like a mage. I can say from personal experience that you are quite tasty and immensely filling." Sherry added, eyes glinting mischievously.

"Somehow I doubt a single good tasting morsel is enough of an excuse for her to send someone, if the DE cost is as high as you say." Michael insisted.

Sherry shook her head.

"You are not comprehending how great your reserves of spirit energy are sweetie. Greater than a normal human for certain. That's quite a bit more than a mere tasty morsel to the Maoyu." Sherry insisted.

"So he wants to use me to fuel her war. Okay, whatever works." Michael said, shrugging.

"Or perhaps she simply desired to protect a human with a one of a kind gift. She does adore humans after all." Sherry said, postulating.

*Smooch

Michael kissed Sherry to stop her from rambling. The entire back and forth guessing discussion was starting to get on his nerves.

"Or we could just be happy that we are together, and leave it at that." Michael said.

Regardless of speculation or theories, he knew for a fact that Sherry was right there in front of him and he loved her. That's all that really mattered to him, other than to amuse himself. The whole possibility of possessing magic wasn't very important to him, as long as Sherry was around in his life. A random curiosity did pop into his head at that moment.

"Why can't the order simply find a magic coin and wish for the same thing I did, and give themselves super monster-girl-controlling powers?" Michael asked.

"Because it would be heresy. The church only wishes to destroy monsters, not woo them. Even then, the order knights only believe mamono are evil because of propaganda. Their minds and their hearts are in severe conflict, therefore their magic coins do not work against inma." Sherry explained.

"Ok then, so why don't the monsters use the magic coins to wish for the war to be won?" Michael questioned.

Sherry laughed like the sharp ping of a bell, which echoed through the whole room.

"Because an unmarried mamono will always wish for a husband, and a married mamono will always wish for more sex. Neither have the forward thinking to realize that winning the war will grant their wishes." Sherry giggled.

"But the Maoyu has the foresight, as well as her daughters." Michael noted.

"Yes, but their power already far exceeds that of a magic coin. The Maoyu's ability is limited only by her own imagination." Sherry said.

"Hmm... that seems legit." Michael said softly.

Sherry smiled and gently stroked his cheek lovingly. Her warm fingers seemed wonderful against his skin.

"We digress. The subject is you and your powers. Just think, your powers are so great that you could drown yourself in a sea of monster girls with no effort. Isn't that pleasing my love?" Sherry chuckled.

"You know it isn't." Michael said dryly.

"Aww, but I thought you love monster girls." Sherry pouted.

"I do, but I love one in particular more than any other. That's the other reason why I broke that ocarina. I only want you." Michael said.

His fingers gently caressed her arm as he spoke, just like she was doing to his cheek.

"Then you shall have me, my beloved husband. I'm yours in my entirety." Sherry pronounced.

She leaned forward and kissed him. Just then, Sherry was feeling daring. She thought about taking a risk and making an attempt at changing their direction as a couple.

...

"But if you like monster girls, there is no shame in partaking in us. Why don't you reconsider what you've said? I think you should make love to other women sweetie." Sherry suggested.

Michael's face switched from surprised to incredibly angry in a split second. For a brief moment, the old paranoia Michael had about Sherry surfaced with a vengeance and all her work was undone. For a brief moment, it was as if she had never entered his mind and buried his old emotions. For a brief moment... he lost his sanity.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! Never!" Michael bellowed.

He tried to hop to his feet, but she held him down.

"You don't like me! You're trying to get shed of me! You're just trying to trap me by saying it's okay! You're trying to play a woman's mind game with me!" Michael accused angrily.

Michael reaction made Sherry immediately regret broaching the subject. She tried to calm him down, but he only grew angrier. Her fingers held him firm but gently as she tried to coo at him and calm him down. It was useless.

"Damn it Sherry! How could you ever suggest that? Am I... not good enough for you? I thought we were together forever, just you and I" Michael exclaimed, feeling betrayed.

His anger switched to intense grief, with tears forming in his eyes.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers, and Michael's smile returned. He slowly settled back into the couch. She trembled as she released him, still in shock over what had just happened.

"I do, but I love one in particular more than any other. That's the other reason why I broke that ocarina. I only want you." Michael repeated.

His fingers gently caressed her arm, exactly the same way he did the previous time.

"Then you shall have me my beloved husband. I'm yours." Sherry repeated quietly, perturbed.

...

"I can't ever suggest that to him again. It's good that I have some small influence over his mind, or he would hate me right now. He completely lost it just now." Sherry thought.

She leaned forward and kissed him just like last time. Sherry had wiped his short term memory, basically erasing the last few moments from his mind. It was a power that inma didn't like to use, because they generally considered it abusive of their mates. It wasn't the same as what she had done to him earlier, which was the burying of negative emotions. The spell she had used was an erasure of memories.

"I feel so guilty. I shouldn't have taken his memory just now. I'm an awful wife." Sherry thought, downtrodden.

...

"What's wrong Sherry? You look sad all of a sudden. " Michael asked.

...

"...Are you pissed with me?" Michael asked hesitantly.

!

"Never! I love you with all my heart and soul! And I will love you forever... even after death!" Sherry burst.

She lunged forward and forcefully kissed him.

"I forbid you to say such things. If you do, I'll kiss you until you shut up!" Sherry insisted.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just want you to be happy. And if I did something to make you upset, I would want you to tell me. I won't know unless you tell me, and then I can fix it." Michael said.

She forcefully kissed him again, drawing out a muffled moan from him.

"You're perfect just the way you are. Don't ever try to change sweetie." Sherry said softly.

...

"I'm a hypocrite. An utter lying hypocrite." Sherry thought.

...

She cuddled up against him, planting kisses on his chin and neck. Despite how much she was fawning on him, he still grew sad.

"I guess since it was me and not the ocarina causing that spell, I'm giving up playing... forever." Michael said, downtrodden.

...

"MMPH!" Michael cried.

Sherry clapped her hand over his mouth.

"What did I just say? Don't ever change, and that includes your music. We must purchase or find a new ocarina, post haste." Sherry said firmly.

She slowly withdrew her fingers, watching for any sign Michael was going to make a retort. But he remained silent, other than a happy look in his eyes. He didn't really want to give up playing music, but he would if it was for Sherry's sake.

"Just when I thought I couldn't fall in love with you any more, you do something that makes me sink even deeper into the sea of love." Sherry whispered hotly.

"What did I do?" Michael asked, shuddering violently.

"You're adorable. I had no idea you could play music. Regardless of whether it's magic or not, it still means you have a beautiful soul. And it makes me unable to restrain myself." Sherry cooed sweetly.

*Smooch

"I want you to nurture your new ability and make it grow. Your power is wonderful, and the sensation of your music washing over me is wonderful. It feels just like sex." Sherry insisted.

Sherry pushed closer, and Michael backed up to maintain a comfortable distance. Before long he found himself backed up against the arm of the couch with Sherry prancing on top of him. Her hand waved over his chest, and the detect magic spell appeared for a moment. Once again his soul was revealed to their eyes.

"A beautiful soul, literally and figuratively." Sherry remarked.

Her spell was cancelled and her hand moved away from his chest, allowing her to lay her soft warm body on top of him. Her lips pecked all over his neck and face, slowly exploring and enjoying his taste.

"Hmm..." Michael hummed.

"Feel good?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah. You're so warm... and I like it when you're close." Michael said, smiling happily.

"How about this?" Sherry breathed.

She kissed him, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. Her hands touched and explored his body at the same time. Michael panted and moaned as Sherry parted their lips.

"Hmm... that was even better." Michael hummed.

...

*Smooch

*Smoochsmooch

"Are you going to play music for me again sweetie?" Sherry asked, grinning devilishly.

Michael panted a bit, his mind growing foggy.

"Sure, whatever you want." Michael murmured.

"We must acquire a new one. Tell me where I might find one." Sherry asked, eyes glinting mischievously.

Michael hesitated. Sherry redoubled her sensual touches and kissing to coax out an answer. He was becoming more and more pliable, but it was also getting harder for him to think clearly because of her sensual assault.

"Tell me sweetie." Sherry pressed.

"Three... day shipping...?" Michael tried to suggest.

"I don't want to wait three days. I want it now. Tell me!" Sherry demanded.

...

"There's a... music store... on main street." Michael said slowly.

"Good! Wonderful! We will journey there tomorrow and acquire it at all costs!" Sherry said excitedly.

*Smooch

Sherry kissed him extra lewdly in payment for his cooperation, and then kissed him again because she loved him.

"Of course until then... the night is young and there are many hours before the dawn." Sherry noted, grinning lewdly.

"So it is." Michael said quietly.

Sherry shifted position and grabbed Michael's shirt, her grinning face mere inches from his.

"I think after all the drama and chaos of today, I shall partake in my husband to my heart's content." Sherry breathed hotly.

*Crackle WHOOSH-

*Pomf

The two of them landed on the bed in their bedroom, with Sherry straddling him just like every other time she teleported them to the bedroom. Her thighs squished against him, and her intense warmth and soft flesh seemed almost addicting to feel.

"What the... where's my clothes?" Michael asked.

*Flutter

Sherry stuck her hand out, and the clothes fluttered down into her fingers. She smirked in satisfaction and cast them aside along with her own clothes.

"You won't be needing them." Sherry said, grinning.

Their clothes landed in a heap on the floor, and Sherry stretched out like a cat over his torso. Her soft skin slid smoothly across him, making his very spine shiver.

"Well Sherry, I'm ready. Start partaking." Michael said.

Sherry's devilish smile widened even more.

"Very well. However, I'll give you a choice for our activities tonight. Would you like mind blowing pleasure, overwhelming pleasure, uncontrollable pleasure, or devastating pleasure?" Sherry asked.

"All of the above." Michael answered.

In response to his answer, Sherry gently pecked at him with her soft lips.

"Hmm... you're wonderful, and delicious too." Sherry hummed, kissing.

She kissed him all up and down his face, lingering at his lips each time she passed by. Then she pecked up and down his chest and arms, before going back up his cheek and stopping near his ear.

"I can make all your wishes and dreams come true, if you merely say the right word." Sherry whispered.

She gently nibbled on his lobe, her wet tongue flicking and sloshing around in his ear.

"Yes please." Michael answered.

"That's two words." Sherry whispered evenly.

...

"Were they the wrong words?" Michael asked.

Sherry moved around and pecked his lips.

"No. I will simply grant your wishes twice over now." Sherry said, smiling.

*SMOOCH

"Mmmmph!" Michael cried, muffled.

He wrapped his hand around her head, sinking his fingers in her velvet soft black hair. He was returning the kiss, and exploring her body with his free hand. She broke the link between their lips and planted countless kisses all over his face.

"I love you. I love you. I love you so much." Sherry panted hotly.

She pressed her face tightly against his, her demonic red eyes staring into his. Her whole body glowed crimson as she pumped her magic into his body.

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

...

"AAahhhhnnnn!" Michael cried.

"Cum for me sweetie. Cum for me aaallll night~" Sherry sang.

~Late That Night~

...

In the darkness of the bedroom, Sherry was still wide awake. As a succubus, she didn't need much in the way of sleep. Succubii were creatures of the night, and that was when her powers and mental acuity were at their greatest. As opposed to men, which even when becoming incubi, needed sleep to recover spirit energy. She didn't begrudge him that, and thought it was cute and endearing. And it provided her an opportunity to play with his body at her leisure. She quite enjoyed watching him tremble as she dragged the pointy tip of her succubus tongue around his body.

"Hehe... sweetie." Sherry giggled.

Despite being understanding of Michael's need to sleep, Sherry still felt loneliness as she waited for the night to tick away. She thought she could go to sleep if she cuddled tightly enough, but her mind was far too active and filled with loneliness.

"I wonder what sweetie is dreaming about right now." Sherry thought.

Her hand crept closer to his ear, and the demonic energy tendrils appeared. They gently slipped inside, and Sherry smiled as she felt the connection form between their minds. She could sense his thoughts, and instantly she no longer felt alone.

"Ahh... there you are my love." Sherry hummed.

She settled down next to him with her head propped up against his shoulder, and her eyes fluttered shut.

...

..

.

Sherry felt her mind get whisked away as she entered Michael's dreams. It was a strange swirling world of confused jumbled thoughts, which was totally unlike her own dreams. She found herself in a blurry room, with Michael sitting at a electronics lab desk with a soldering iron in his hand. His dream was not a nightmare so to speak, but it wasn't a pleasant dream either. It was an unending frustrating dream that consisted of trying to make a single solder connection over and over and over again, and failing each time.

*Tsss

"Frack."

*Tsss

"Frack!"

*Tsss

"FRACK!"

Sherry watched over his shoulder for a few moments, before snatching the soldering iron out of his hand.

"Enough of this. Let's do something nice." Sherry said.

She cast aside the iron and grabbed Michael's wrist, dragging him out of the chair. He looked at her, eyes blurry and unfocused.

"Sherry? Where are we going?" Michael asked.

"We're going somewhere nice." Sherry said.

She tugged on his wrist, guiding him towards the blurry door covered in shadows. Each step she took, she encouraged him sweetly with gentle calls and soft cooes.

The two of them went through the door, and found themselves somewhere else. In reality, Sherry had been guiding him out of his dream world and into hers. He stepped through the door and found himself in a vivid world of perfect clarity. They were in a long hall with large bay windows on one side, with walls made of stone and illumination that consisted of intricate lanterns and candles.

"Huuuhh?" Michael grunted sleepily.

"Sweetie... you're dreaming." Sherry said pointedly.

...

"You are dreaming." Sherry repeated.

Michael's eyes suddenly came in focus and he stood straighter.

"I'm dreaming? Yeah! I am dreaming!" Michael exclaimed.

He began to wake up, which meant he began to fade away. Sherry lashed out and grabbed him before he could disappear, and grounded him in the dream.

"Not so fast sweetie. Stay here with me for a while. I miss you." Sherry said sweetly.

"Wait what? You're... like... the actual Sherry? You're not a dream?" Michael asked, confused.

"Of course. I am a succubus after all." Sherry said, matter of fact.

She pulled him closer to one of the windows and turned him so he was looking out.

"Behold... the city of Lescatie." Sherry announced.

Michael gasped as he looked out at the city below. It was a beautiful city bathed in twilight, with countless lights twinkling like little stars as far as he could see. Sherry held his hand as he looked out at the stunning city.

"You are standing in the Lescatie family mansion. Not far from here is the room the mistress so graciously gave me." Sherry explained.

"It's the most beautiful city I've ever seen in my life." Michael marveled.

Sherry scooted closer, her lips hovering near his ear.

"I'll bring you here someday. To this very spot. And the two of us will hold hands, just as we are doing right now." Sherry whispered.

"I want that. I want to come here so bad. I... I... I want to go on an adventure in your world." Michael admitted.

"Then we shall. I'll take you on a grand adventure, the likes of which you couldn't possibly imagine. On this I swear." Sherry promised.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers, drawing Michael's attention away from the view. There next to the window was a table for two, with fine foods and a bottle of wine. The table had white table cloth, and a single red candle to illuminate it.

"Come sweetie. Share a glass of wine with me." Sherry encouraged.

The two of them settled down in the chairs, with Michael sitting Sherry down first like a gentleman. Then they popped the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

"Let us drink. To an eternity together." Sherry said, raising her glass.

"An eternity?" Michael questioned.

"Of course! You and I... are eternal. Even when the sun dies and the world is no more, we will still be together." Sherry pronounced joyously.

"But can you really do it?" Michael asked.

"The better question is can WE do it. And the answer... yes. We can do anything we can imagine." Sherry said, smiling.

Michael reflected her smile, and he happily clinked his glass against hers.

"To an eternity together." Michael said.

...

..

.

The halls of the Lescatie family mansion echoed with their laughs and joyous talking as the two of them spent the night together, having a romantic date within sight of the city. Neither of them were forced to be alone that night, and the promise of the future made their hearts light. In the meantime, the two of them remained sleeping in their bed, their sill forms clutching each other warmly. They seemed to glow in happiness, and even the full moon seemed pale in comparison.