Day ...?

It never ends.

...

Days and nights blur together.

...

Through his hazy mind and aching body, he wonders.

"Was it always like this? Was my life before... a dream? I don't remember a time when it wasn't like this."

His entire body has been violated. His skin had been defiled by her succubus tongue, and every inch of him had been molested by her succubus fingers. Everything down to his individual cells has been violated by the succubus. He could feel it. His entire body trembled in otherworldly ecstasy. But even then, the pleasantness of the situation had long since worn off. The pleasure was still there, but his enjoyment of it had faded. He wondered about that. The words of the succubus had ravished his ears, telling him he should be enjoying it. It made him wonder if something was wrong with him. It made him question his own sanity.

...

He wonders if even his mind was violated by the succubus. His past is a jumble, and even recalling his name is difficult through the unending waves of pleasure. All caused by the devilish succubus, which seemed permanently attached to his body like a parasite.

"What day is it?"

It had been an eternity since he had heard or spoken anything, other than moans of pleasure and the devilish sweet nothings whispered in his ears. So his voice was raspy.

"The day is today, and the time is right now." Sherry answered coyly.

...

"What's my name?"

"Michael Collins." Sherry said, winking knowingly.

"So I remembered that just fine. At least my brain is working ok." Michael thought.

"Why did you stop all of a sudden sweetie? We've been going at it nonstop. What's wrong? Are you ill?" Sherry asked, worried.

"Wait... what?" Michael asked.

Sherry shrugged.

"I'm just worried. You took the lead right at the beginning, and then suddenly stopped." Sherry noted.

Michael's head flopped back on the pillow and he stared at the ceiling in amazement.

"Did she violate me or did I violate her?" Michael wondered.

*Groooooooooowl

Michael's stomach growled loudly.

!

"Oh gees, I think my blood sugar is getting me again. When was the last time I ate?" Michael asked.

"Too long." Sherry said darkly.

Michael placed his hands on her hips and gently tried to push her off.

*TUG

Michael pushed a little harder, but he couldn't seem to get her dislodged off his manhood.

"Sherry let go, I need to get up." Michael said.

"I can't. You knotted me." Sherry replied, grinning.

"Oh you've gotta be kidding me! I'm not a dog! Let go!" Michael exclaimed.

*SMACK

Sherry smacked her hips down hard on Michael, forcing him deep inside. He moaned and collapsed back on the pillow.

"Fuck me more daddy! Woof woof~!" Sherry panted like a dog.

*Pwap

*Pwap

*Pwap

...

..

.

Sherry arched her back and cried out in joy, her orgasm crashing into her like a tsunami.

"Yes! Fuck! YES!" Sherry cried.

*POMF

And she fell back on top of Michael, panting for real.

"Okay...*gulp... I'll stop playing around and actually let you go~" Sherry gasped.

Michael tried lifting Sherry off again, and she actually permitted him to slide out. As he pushed her off, he couldn't help but notice how soft and squishy her body had become.

"You like my hips?" Sherry asked.

"You're really soft. It's nice." Michael murmured distantly.

"So you like soft women." Sherry noted.

"Mmmhmm..." Michael hummed in agreement.

Sherry smiled and immediately planted several kisses all over his lips.

"Thus explaining why my body has grown softer and curvier. All for you." Sherry said.

"Come again?" Michael asked.

"My body... it's changing. Because there are thousands of them now. All over." Sherry said, murmuring distantly.

...

"Thousands of what?" Michael asked.

"Monsters. Thousands and thousands. Tens of thousands. Perhaps hundreds of thousands. All their demonic energy is flowing back straight to me. Every moment that passes, my power bloats! Ha!" Sherry said, laughing.

...

"Why do you look at me like that? Are you afraid of my power?" Sherry asked.

"No. I'm afraid for you. Are you going to be okay? What is all that energy doing to you?" Michael asked.

"Of course I'll be okay. All that power just means I can become the perfect woman for you. My power places me with an elite few, who rule under Lilith." Sherry explained.

In truth, Michael wasn't afraid of her power. He was intimidated by it. Every moment that went by, Sherry's power grew. And at the same time, Michael saw it as Sherry becoming more distant from him. He was just a normal human, and she was something... else. He saw her growing, and he felt left behind.

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~A Few Minutes Later~

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Michael walked out into the living room, and stopped dead in his tracks. The entire room looked twisted somehow, like someone had liquefied the room and stirred it with a paint stick. And it was dark. Michael waved his hands in front of him and tried going through it.

"Crap, I can't see where I'm going." Michael grumbled.

He staggered forward, tripping on something in the darkness.

*Pant

*GAAAASP

...

"I... can't breathe!" Michael gasped.

Michael collapsed on the ground, his lungs struggling to take in the soup like atmosphere. Sherry quickly rushed past him and started opening windows.

"Breathe sweetie! Here comes some fresh air!" Sherry encouraged.

...

*GAAAAASP

*GAAAASP

*GASP

...

*Sigh

...

Sherry fell to her knees next to Michael and propped him up against her.

"I'm sorry about that sweetie. Here's some water." Sherry apologized.

Michael took the glass and chugged it.

...

~A Few Minutes Later~

...

Sherry had her hand hovering over Michael as she cast a spell to help him breathe a little better. The air had cleared out a bit, and with it went the strange visual warping.

"What... was that?" Michael asked.

"That is what happens when demonic energy collects in one area to an extreme. Our home was similar to what the Royal Makai is like." Sherry explained.

"The...Royal... wait isn't that where Lilith has her seat of power? The darkest-of-the-dark demon realms?" Michael asked.

"Yes indeed. A great amount of demonic energy dwells there, and it is very difficult for humans to live comfortably. But I opened the window, so things are back to normal." Sherry reassured.

"Whew! For a minute, I thought a normal demon realm was like that. I thought I had made a really bad mistake." Michael said.

Michael waved his arm around, looking for something to grab so he could stand up. Sherry helped him to his feet.

"Of course you didn't make a mistake! Surely even though it was hard to breathe, the air smelled sweet? And it made your skin tingle pleasantly?" Sherry asked.

...

"No not really. I don't think... I... like..." Michael hesitated.

"WHAT?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!" Sherry bellowed.

Michael didn't say anything. His body sagged against her. Sherry tilted her head in confusion.

"Sweetie?" Sherry questioned.

...

"I need to sit down." Michael murmured.

He lurched away from her and stumbled towards the chair.

...

"*mumble"

"What sweetie?" Sherry asked, concerned.

"Barabajagal." Michael mumbled.

"Ehh? What's that?" Sherry asked.

"Barabajagal... was his name..." Michael murmured.

"Who's bar...jaggle? What?" Sherry asked, utterly confused.

Michael whirled around, and Sherry saw a line of drool leaving the corner of his mouth.

"Barabajagal!" Michael shouted at the top of his lungs.

*CRASH

And with that Michael flopped to the floor, with a nearby lamp table crashing down on top of him. Something made out of glass shattered.

"Sweetie!" Sherry screamed.

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~Shortly Later~

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"Mmmph"

"Mmmmuah"

*Slosh

*Schlip

*Smack

*Puah!

...

Michael slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see Sherry lowering her lips down to meet his. Her warm wet tongue forced his teeth apart and swirled around inside his mouth. He could taste something very sweet, like raw sugar or some sort of candy.

*Puah!

"Swallow." Sherry whispered in his ear.

Michael swallowed, and he felt that sugar hit his stomach. He felt a little more clear headed right away. Sherry put something in her mouth and went in for seconds. Just like the first time, she forced his jaw open and swirled her sweet coated tongue around inside.

*Puah!

"Swallow again. That's it, good boy~" Sherry said sweetly.

...

"How are you feeling?" Sherry asked, concerned.

"A lot better. Thanks." Michael said, smiling.

Michael looked around and saw what Sherry had been feeding him. There was a jar of rock candy sitting on a tv dinner table next to his chair.

"Don't worry sweetie, that candy is just normal candy. I haven't done anything to it yet." Sherry explained.

Michael stuck his hand in the jar and fished out another piece, and threw it in his mouth to suck on for a while.

Sherry helped him to his feet, and threw an arm around him to give him some stability on his shaky legs.

"Sweetie, I must ask. What would have happened if I hadn't been here to give you sugar? What if you had been alone?" Sherry asked.

...

"I would been unconscious, and died. Slowly." Michael said bluntly.

Sherry wrapped her arms around him and warmly hugged him.

"That's so sad. You don't deserve that." Sherry said mournfully.

She pressed him against the wall and looked him right in the eye.

"This can never be allowed to happen again. I shan't permit it. You were nearly robbed of your future! It's FAR too soon to go to the next life!" Sherry insisted.

She pressed her soft body against him even harder.

"Do you understand? You must never come that close to death again!" Sherry pressed.

Michael nodded. Sherry nodded in turn, and hugged him again. Her chin rested on his shoulder.

"I have to admit... I've been afraid of that for a long time." Michael said.

Sherry's face twisted up in sorrow even more.

"I hate this. Many seasons ago, when my mistress stole away my mortality, I thought I was free. But each time you are threatened, I feel it return even harsher than before." Sherry whined.

Sherry's absent minded whining hit a chord with Michael.

"You're immortal?" Michael asked.

"Of course." Sherry said dismissively.

...

Sherry peeled away and looked Michael over.

"You need food. That sugar won't last you more than an hour at most. Then you'll crash again." Sherry noted.

"Yeah." Michael agreed.

She planted a simple smooch on his lips.

"Fear not my love, I'll make you a grand feast!" Sherry cheered.

And with that, she took off towards the kitchen. Michael was left alone to mull over the new distance that had appeared between them. He felt even more left behind.

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..

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Michael looked down at himself, and realized what a horrible state he was in. Besides being in his birthday suit, he was covered in Sherry's sexual juices.

"Gross! What the frack did she do to me... wait I already know the answer. *Sigh." Michael thought.

Michael shuffled towards the bathroom. He felt gross and uncomfortable, and wanted to take a shower.

"You know that old saying, 'feeling like I got 69'ed by a grizzly'? Well I've got a new one. 'feeling like I got 69'ed by a succubus'." Michael thought, musing.

He stepped into the shower, cranked the water on high, and grabbed the bar of soap off the rack. It was a special bar of soap, better than the average bar of soap that most people used. Extra strength soap for men, designed to fight body odor. Perfect for a guy like Michael who would often find himself bent over an engine compartment for hours in the hot Arizona sun.

*Scrub

*Scrubscrub

...

Michael rinsed off, and lifted his arm up to his nose.

"Un freaking believable! I still smell it!" Michael thought.

He went at it even harder, scrubbing himself down head to toe multiple times. Then he sniffed again.

"Son of a..." Michael thought.

He threw his nice deodorant soap back up on the rack, and grabbed another bar that had been sitting right next to it. It was a green bar of soap with pumice in it, designed to scrub away tough grease and oil stains on the hands and arms. It wasn't meant to scrub a whole body, but he didn't care.

*Scrub

*Scrub

...

Try as he might, even after scrubbing with not only high strength deodorizing soap and with mechanics soap repeatedly, he just could not scrub Sherry's smell off his skin. His skin was beginning to feel rubbed raw.

*Click... creak

"Sweetie? What are you doing in there by yourself?" Sherry asked.

"I'm taking a shower. I'll be out in a bit." Michael answered, chuckling.

Michael heard the door close again and footsteps approach the shower. On the other side of the curtain, he could see her shadowy outline flash red and change to a more human looking shape. Then the curtain was drawn aside and Sherry stepped into the shower with him.

"Hey what..." Michael protested.

She was naked of course, and he had to face away from her to hide his instant raging boner.

"You can't be alone. What if you passed out in here?" Sherry said.

"Oh please. Just admit it... you want to see me naked." Michael said, grinning.

...

"Sorry sweetie, but you're absolutely right." Sherry said, smiling sheepishly.

Michael chuckled.

"What about breakfast?" Michael asked.

"It is finished and on the warmer. May I please join you sweetie?" Sherry asked nicely.

"Alright, but there's not a lot of room in here for the both of us." Michael said.

"Which is why I am in my human disguise. Now stay still and I shall wash your back." Sherry said.

"You don't have to do that." Michael said.

"I learned from my days in Zipangu that wives are supposed to wash the backs of their husbands, as a sign of love and respect." Sherry said.

"This isn't Japa... I mean Zipangu. We don't do that here." Michael said.

Sherry swiped the soap bar and the wash cloth from his hands, and tried applying both to his back. He squirmed.

"Quit it!" Michael protested.

"No~pe!" Sherry sang.

She scrubbed a little bit, then made a displeased sound.

"I don't like this soap. It's far too rough. This will never do!" Sherry exclaimed.

*Crackle WHOOSH

Sherry transported a new bar of soap into the shower, and threw the two old ones out. When she started scrubbing with the new soap, she hummed in satisfaction.

"This smells much better~. I don't know what that other soap was, but it was quite unpleasant." Sherry said.

*Scrub

*Rub

*Rinse

*Scrub

"Oooohhh... what the heck... is that?" Michael moaned.

Sherry reached around and let Michael take a whiff of the bar of soap, which made his brain tingle.

"Like it? It's hand made by a little Danuki mother on the east side of Lescatie. It's said to have all kinds of wonderful beautifying effects on the body." Sherry hummed.

...

"It smells good..." Michael said, absent mindedly.

"Wonderful! Lean against the wall of the shower sweetie, I am going to press a bit harder." Sherry said.

"Um... ok?" Michael uncertainly muttered.

Michael couldn't see it from his angle, but a larger and larger devilish smile formed on her lips as the seconds ticked by. The reason why her smile grew, was because Michael was emitting pleasured moans more and more.

"Ah...ha...ahhhh Sh...er... ry" Michael gasped.

She squeezed her hands as if to answer his stuttering plea. His muscles involuntarily relaxed, and he slumped against the shower wall.

"OoooooOHhhhOhhhohhhoohohohhh~" Michael moaned.

"Hehe, I love this~" Sherry giggled.

Sherry reached around and groped him.

"Well now, what do we have here? You were this hard, and you didn't tell me?" Sherry teased.

"Of course I knew the whole time, but no need to tell him that." Sherry thought.

"Nooo! Stop it! Please!" Michael whimpered.

"No~pe!" Sherry refused.

"She's going to attack me again! What about my sugar? Doesn't she care?" Michael thought.

Sherry turned Michael around and leaned in for a kiss. She drew in a deep breath and puckered her dainty feminine lips, and her eyes fluttered shut.

*chu

The moment Sherry's lips met Michael's, her human disguise was cancelled. Just that little taste of his spirit energy was enough to make her succubus form burst out in every direction all at once. Her wing caught the shower head and knocked it right into Michael's face, choking him in high pressure shower water.

"AH! Sweetie!" Sherry cried.

After that, the whole scene devolved into an extended slow motion train wreck. Sherry tried to redirect the water away from Michael, ripping the shower curtain with her tail in the process. Her horn jabbed his cheek, and he flailed blindly to keep her from stabbing his eye out. The forgotten bar of soap got underfoot and the two of them quite comically took a dive to the bottom of the tub.

Michael reached around blindly for the faucet and managed to turn off the spraying water.

*Cough

*Hack cough

*Wheeze

"Sweetie! Can you breathe?" Sherry panicked.

"Yeah!" Michael coughed.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Sherry asked.

"No. Your H cups broke my fall." Michael coughed.

"Thank goodness. If you move a little I could skinny past you..." Sherry suggested.

"I'm wedged against the tub. Can you move a bit to the..." Michael tried to say.

"Stop! My wing feels like it's about to break! Oh for goodness sake, enough of this madness!" Sherry cried out.

There was a flash of raw crimson as Sherry cast a spell. To Michael, it felt like the whole world was in a tailspin. The world spun round and round as he felt himself drop, until he landed on a certain soft and squishy succubus.

"Urf, I'm going to be sick... what did... WHAT THE FRACK!" Michael cried.

Michael craned his neck upwards, gaping at the looming mountain of white over his head. White, as in the white of the bathtub walls. Sherry rolled out of under Michael and hopped up to her feet.

"Much better. I'm sorry if I caused you any discomfort sweetie!" Sherry said.

OH MY FRACKING...WHAT THE FRACK DID YOU DO?!" Michael cried.

"Oh not much, I merely used a spell to shrink us down to a more comfortable size. I just used your idea sweetie." Sherry said.

"Since when was it my idea to take a shower while six inches tall!?" Michael countered.

"Well... never. Remember the little tiny whoop?" Sherry reminded.

...

"Oh. I guess that was my idea." Michael murmured.

...

"Instead of struggling to untangle ourselves, I made us smaller. Am I not clever?" Sherry asked.

"Okay yeah, I can't deny that." Michael relented.

Sherry darted forward and wrapped her arms around Michael's body in a huge bear hug. She leaned her full weight against him, and he started to teeter.

"Whoa!" Michael cried, falling.

Sherry flapped her wings and made sure Michael fell slowly the second time. She pressed him down with her body, and waved her magic healing hands all over him.

"Just making sure you really are okay sweetie." Sherry explained.

...

"Oh! Hehe... you've got a bruise here on your leg~" Sherry said seductively.

"Where?" Michael asked.

"Here~" Sherry cooed.

She stuck her hand between his legs and grabbed his package.

"Don't worry~ I'll kiss it and make it all better~" Sherry sang.

Before Michael could stop her, she proceeded to deep throat his cock all in one swallow.

...

~Much Later~

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Sherry propped Michael's shrunken trembling body up against the side of the tub, straddling his lap.

"There we go. You're all clean and ready to start the day~!" Sherry cheered.

"Mmm" Michael grunted.

She slid her arms under his arms, and stretched her tiny wings out.

"Okay sweetie, hold on!" Sherry cheered.

She flapped her wings and lifted him up, carrying him up and away. Despite how small her wings seemed to be, she was still able to lift his relatively large body. If Michael had been in better shape, he might have commented on it.

"Don't worry sweetie, I won't drop you! Never ever!" Sherry reassured.

Michael found himself being plopped on top of the chair in the kitchen in front of the island. The whole world seemed so large in his shrunken state. Sherry fluttered in the air what felt like a few dozen feet away, but what must have been no more than a few inches. Her hands glowed red and the next thing Michael knew, the whole world turned inside out again.

"*Urf... my stomach..." Michael complained.

When his vision cleared, he realized he was back to his normal size of 6'1'' and 200 lbs. Looking around, he spotted a tiny Sherry still fluttering off to his left.

"Okay sweetie, now enjoy your breakfast!" Sherry's tiny voice said.

...

..

"uuugggghhh." Michael grumbled.

*Thunk

His head clunked against the counter.

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*zzzZZZzzzZZZzzz

Sherry fluttered there for a few moments, her face utterly covered in disbelief.

*CrackleWHOOSH!

She disappeared in a flash of crimson, and reappeared as a full sized succubus.

"Hey. Sweetie?" Sherry said, shaking his shoulder.

"*Snort *Cough... uh? Wha?" Michael asked sleepily.

"You fell asleep without eating your breakfast sweetie. Aren't you hungry?" Sherry asked.

"Uhuuhhh..." Michael groaned.

*Clunk

*zzzZZZzzzZZZzzz

"Oh dear, I think I've made a horrid mistake." Sherry said.

She shook him a little harder.

"I'm sorry I made you cum too much, please wake up and eat breakfast!" Sherry pleaded.

...

*ZZZzzzZZZzzz

...

She rounded the island and grabbed a plate, and shoveled a heaping serving of hot food on it. Then she brought it to him.

"Wake up sweetie! I won't let you go into a stupor and die!" Sherry urged forcefully.

"Uhhh... let me sleep..." Michael moaned.

She pulled him upright and practically shoved the plate of food in his nose.

"You must eat. Your sugar is low again. Surely you recognize what's happening?" Sherry pressed.

Michael blinked a few times.

...

"Shit... I think you're right..." Michael said sleepily.

She gently laid the plate down and guided him towards it, and he very slowly picked up a fork and started eating. She rubbed his shoulders.

"Good boy. That's it. Eat up." Sherry cooed.

Sherry watched him for a minute or two, until she was convinced he wasn't going to stop. Then she wandered off so she could get dressed, and lay out some clothes for Michael.

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~Later~

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Sherry came out of the bedroom, dressed to kill. She was rocking a short skirt and thigh high stockings. Her top was a tight black bodice which managed to show off as much skin as possible while barely protecting her modesty. It was quite the slutty outfit, and it fit her perfectly. She had a bundle of clothes for Michael clutched in her slender fingers.

"Sweetie? I brought you some..." Sherry paused.

Michael was in his favorite chair, half asleep, with a cup of coffee balanced on his knee. Sherry's eyes flicked on over to the island, where she saw the empty remains of that plate of food she had given him.

"How many plates did you have sweetie?" Sherry asked.

*Siiip

"Just the one." Michael said slowly.

*PLOP

Sherry dropped his bundle of clothes right then and there, and took several worried steps towards him.

"That's not enough. Nowhere near enough." Sherry said.

*CrackleWHOOSH

Michael teleported from his chair, coffee and all, and reappeared at the kitchen island. He nearly fell out of the stool, but managed to save himself at the last moment.

"What in the actual f..." Michael started to say.

"You only had one plate. Eat more." Sherry ordered.

"But..." Michael tried to say.

"No buts! Eat more, or I'll punish you!" Sherry barked.

...

"What the hell is her deal today? Why is she treating me like this?" Michael thought.

..

.

Michael begrudgingly went back to eating his food as Sherry watched him silently from the other side of the island. As he ate, a strange nagging feeling kept itching the back of his neck. Like someone was staring at him, although Michael quickly ignored the feeling. After all, Sherry was staring at him quite intently. But more and more the sensation grew, until suddenly he heard something whispered in his ear every so softly.

"Hello boyo. Having fun?"

A chill ran down Michael's spine, and he froze. The voice in his ear... was his own.

"I didn't hear that. I'm going crazy." Michael thought.

"You're half right. You're not going crazy, but you did hear me." The voice said.

"Wha? Who?" Michael thought.

"Oh don't mind me. I'm your incubus half. You'll be hearing from me a lot more in the future." Incubus Michael said.

"What? Incubus half? Where did you come from?" Michael thought.

"I've always been here. I'm the one that makes you turn you head and look when a hot chick walks by. I'm the one who made you look twice at the MGE." Incubus Michael explained.

...

"You can hear me better now... because of her. Thanks to all those times she's forced herself on you despite how you didn't want to do it." Incubus Michael said.

...

"She's going to rape, and rape, and rape you until she corrupts you. Until you're so screwed in the head, you don't know which way is up." Incubus Michael whispered.

...

"I wonder what you'll turn into when it happens. Monster girls change men into their perfect mates. Do you know what turns her on?" Incubus Michael asked.

...

"Do you even turn her on as you are now? Has she ever told you? Don't bother answering, I already know. You don't." Incubus Michael said.

...

"You're just a cum fountain for her. A glorified milking cow. And she's gotta fatten up her cow." Incubus Michael said.

Michael's lips twisted into a grimace, and he pushed the plate of food away.

"Something the matter sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"You'd better watch out. Sherry isn't going to be happy if you disobey. She's more powerful than you, and she'll force you." Incubus Michael warned.

...

Sherry plopped her drink down, and hustled around the island. She seemed to form a hard expression as she looked Michael over, and her lips pursed.

"I told you I would punish you if you didn't eat. Now are you going to eat?" Sherry asked.

"I don't... want to eat. I want to rest!" Michael stammered.

"Wrong answer." Sherry said darkly.

"And that's when the fight started..." Incubus Michael sighed.

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..

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Sherry snapped her fingers.

*Crackle WHOOSH

The food disappeared off the plate, and Michael squirmed. He felt his stomach, which felt much fuller all of a sudden.

"What the hell! Don't do that!" Michael exclaimed.

"Silence. You do what I tell you, or there will be consequences!" Sherry exclaimed.

She glanced over and saw another plate of food that was already prepared.

*SNAP

"No! That hurts!" Michael cried, groaning.

Then Sherry snapped her fingers, and a glass jar full of rock candy rattled. A few pieces disappeared, and Michael hiccuped the sweet taste back into his mouth.

"Oh and for the record, I did tamper with that candy." Sherry said.

She went to grab him, but he slid off the opposite side of the chair to get away from her.

*Thud

Michael scurried away from her, clutching his pained stomach.

"Why are you being nasty all of a sudden?" Michael blurted.

Sherry tilted her head.

"Nasty? I don't know what you mean." Sherry said sweetly.

Michael groaned, his whole body starting to tingle. He tried getting up, but the sensation of the carpet against his skin was intolerable. So all he could do was lay there as Sherry came closer.

"It's just that you need to eat more sweetie. All living things must eat. And if you eat a lot, then you'll make more cum. Then I can fuck you more~" Sherry said sweetly.

Sherry knelt down next to him and gently rubbed his overstuffed tummy.

"You want to fuck more, right? Of course you do. I can tell." Sherry said, smiling.

...

*WHAM

Michael kicked her directly in between her legs.

"Stay the hell away from me! You don't give a damn about me at all!" Michael cried.

Sherry cried out and fell back, covering her precious place with her hands.

"Hehe, that's it boyo. Try to resist. But it's pointless! She's a superior form of life!" Incubus Michael chuckled.

Sherry recovered, and she looked about ready to start swearing bloody murder.

"How dare you! You question my feelings for you? Fool!" Sherry bellowed.

"What feelings? You sure as hell don't care about mine! Screw you!" Michael retorted.

He staggered to his feet, and turned towards the bathroom. Sherry grabbed him and twirled him around.

"I'll fix you right here and now! Look in my eyes..." Sherry said.

*SMACK

"Enough of your damn spells!" Michael shouted.

He pulled away, skidding back towards the bathroom.

"Get back here, or I will make you!" Sherry cried angrily.

"Gaaaah!" Michael cried.

*WHAM

He dove into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"You can't win boyo. She doesn't want you, she wants me. And she'll get me." Incubus Michael said.

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..

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*CRACK

The door was ripped down by Sherry's superior physical strength.

*GRAB

Sherry grabbed him and started dragging him forcefully out of the bathroom.

"Why don't you be a good little boy and obey." Sherry growled.

Michael answered by resisting with all his strength. His first act was to swing his arm around and look for something to grab onto. One of his hands found the mirror, and destroyed it by accident.

*SHATTER

His next act was to grab a towel, which he threw on her head. Then he started throwing punches.

Between the flying glass, and the frantic punches, Michael wound up drawing his own blood. It was enough to get Sherry to let go, which allowed Michael to bail out of the bathroom and run into the living room.

...

Sherry followed him, and she wasn't going to play any more games.

*SHIIINK

She drew her sword, and Michael froze dead still. He turned pale and his eyes bugged out.

"Enough foolishness! Surrender, right now!" Sherry ordered.

"I'm not a monkey in a cage for you to play with! Back off!" Michael barked.

Sherry came at him, and Michael grabbed the one thing closest to him which could be used as a weapon. It just so happened that there was a pile of old car parts next to the door, which were dumpster bound. One of the parts was an old brake drum, which he grabbed.

*CLANG

Sherry's sword went right through the hole in the middle, which is where the wheel hub would normally come out. With that big heavy chunk of iron dangling off the end of her sword, she couldn't move it fast enough to counter Michael's attack.

*WHAM

*CRASH

*RATTLE

...

..

.

Michael rushed out of the apartment, glancing worriedly behind him. His clothes were hanging loosely off his body as he rushed down the steps, buttoning up his pants as he went. Sherry did not follow. Soon after, he drove away in the Duster.

...

~A Few Minutes Later~

...

*BRAAAAaaaahhhh...

*Sputter

*Metallicthunk

...

*Thud

*Thud

*Scuff

...

*Jingle

*Scrapeclick

*Creeeeeeeeeak

The front door of the apartment opened, and Michael slowly stepped inside. Sherry was there, laying on the floor.

"So that's why you didn't chase me." Michael murmured.

Sherry had been stabbed by her own sword in the scuffle. It didn't draw blood, or harm her in any way, but it did effect her.

*ShiiiinkSPLURT

It made a sickening sound as he pulled it out of her. Her whole body flinched.

"Oh my god, this is screwed up! I didn't want it to go this far!" Michael thought.

Almost as soon as the blade was pulled out, Sherry began regaining consciousness. He dropped to his knees and held her body close, the sorrow clear in his eyes. She looked up at him with her red eyes... and smiled.

"You... came... back..." Sherry said slowly.

Michael's face was twisted as she slowly got up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." Michael tried to say.

Sherry giggled as she slowly picked herself up.

"Hehehe... hhhhaaaa... you're vulnerable!" Sherry giggled.

As soon as she was on her feet, she lunged for her sword. Michael immediately pulled it away, trying to keep it out of her grasp. There was a brief struggle... but Michael soon noticed something wrong.

...

Sherry wasn't strong at all. Michael could easily overpower her.

...

He dropped the sword and grabbed her wrists. She tried pulling away, but she couldn't do it. Her inhuman strength as an inma was gone, and she was just as strong as any ordinary human woman. Since Michael was far bigger than her, it was no contest.

"Gah! Unhand me!" Sherry cried.

"What happened to you? Why aren't you strong anymore?" Michael demanded.

Sherry went limp in his grasp, and her head hung.

"It's... because of the demon realm silver." Sherry admitted.

...

..

.

Michael gave Sherry a shove, which sent her reeling towards the couch. She landed on her plump rear, and Michael bent to pick up the sword. He swished it through the air a couple times experimentally.

"You intend to cut me again?" Sherry asked.

"Hell no!" Michael exclaimed, disgusted.

Sherry jerked back at his rather strong answer.

"I'm shutting this domestic dispute down right now!" Michael added forcefully.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Look... you don't want to hurt me. Right?" Michael asked.

"Never ever." Sherry said.

"You were." Michael said bluntly.

Sherry's eyes widened. Her mouth opened to argue, but she reconsidered.

"I know. It's just... I was frightened. Why do you need sugar? I don't understand. I just... want you to be well." Sherry relented quietly.

"I can't answer that Sherry. All I can tell you is... if you want your food source to live, I need..." Michael started.

"No! You are not my food source! You are my husband!" Sherry bellowed.

Michael pursed his lips.

"If you rape me like that, I need time to recover. I need to eat." Michael said.

"Nonsense! We've been together long enough now that your body should have long since adapted to demonic energy." Sherry said dismissively.

She seemed certain in her opinion at first, but her gaze drifted off to something in the kitchen.

"But... you're showing signs of spirit energy depletion." Sherry said, uncertain.

She clenched her fists in determination.

"It's impossible for an inma to drain a man! Ever since Lilith changed the nature of the world!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

"But... you're from another world. Maybe you're different." Sherry murmured quietly.

"No inma would ever willingly drain someone though... right?" Michael asked.

"Never! Never never ever!" Sherry cried.

She looked him right in the eyes as she repeated the word never. Even if she was filled with doubt, she didn't doubt that.

"If an inma ever did it by accident... by some freak accident... she would crawl over a mile of broken glass to help her man!" Sherry exclaimed.

She jumped up from the chair and bolted forward, but Michael grabbed her and shoved her right back down on the couch. Sherry covered her mouth with her hands.

"I realized you probably didn't know, so that's why I'm telling you right now. After I got done losing my breakfast in a nearby parking lot..." Michael said.

"MMPH!" Sherry grunted, muffled.

"Lost... your breakfast?" Sherry whined.

"Yeah. You know... because you force fed me? That wasn't cool by the way." Michael said dryly.

...

"...I had a chance to think about it. All the pieces clicked in my head. So I came back to make up with you. " Michael finished.

...

And with that, he turned towards the bathroom. Sherry watched for a while as Michael quietly inspected the damage caused by their most recent domestic dispute. He was writing things down as he went.

"Mirror... door hinges... door trim(white), door knob..." Michael murmured.

*Scribble

"...towel hanger, cabinet door hinge, toilet seat, shower curtain..." Michael continued.

...

Michael clicked his pen and put the paper in his pocket. Then he came back out into the living room, and eyed up Sherry briefly before heading for the door. Sherry's eyes filled with horror, and she quickly leapt from the couch and followed him.

"No! No no no! Don't go outside!" Sherry shouted.

*Sliiiiiiide

She slid in front of the door, trying to block his path. Michael simply planted a hand on either side of her shoulders.

*HUP!

He lifted her up, turned, and deposited her back on the ground again behind him. The second he let go, she tried with all her might to grab him and hold on.

"I beg you! Don't go! They'll kill you! Don't go!" Sherry wailed.

Michael grabbed her and peeled her off, and pushed her back. And with that, he slipped out the door.

...

..

.

Sherry ripped the door open and chased after him.

"Sweetie! I'll fix everything! I'll do anything you want!" Sherry cried.

Michael paused and turned back towards her, pulling the list out of his pocket at the same time.

"That's all fine and dandy... but I need to go buy the stuff to actually do it." Michael said.

"I'll go buy it! Just... come back inside." Sherry pleaded.

She grabbed him again, much stronger than before. Her strength was starting to come back.

"Please... I have something important to say." Sherry whispered.

Michael sighed.

"Alright fine." Michael relented.

Sherry pulled him towards the door of their apartment.

"Hurry hurry. Please!" Sherry pressed urgently.

She continued whispering urgency until the very moment when they were back inside and the front door was locked.

"Thank goodness..." Sherry sighed.

She rested her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, and gave a warm hug.

...

Sherry tilted her head up and swiftly moved towards his lips.

*SMOOCH

Michael pulled away, and it quickly became a struggle as Sherry repeatedly tried to kiss him. Her strength was returning very quickly, and she was about as strong as a healthy adult male. Which meant she was quickly gaining ground on Michael.

"Stop it! I don't want... MMPH!" Michael cried, muffled.

He managed to get a grip on Sherry's sword, which was stuffed in his belt. Raising it, he got ready to slash at Sherry and take away her power again. Sherry saw it coming, and forced her lips hard against his.

"MMMMMPH!" Michael cried, muffled.

...

"Mmmmmm..."

...

"mmmm"

...

Michael quickly fell under her spell, and his arm drooped. All thoughts of resisting faded away, and were replaced with the warm fluffy feeling of pleasure which was surging through his body.

...

..

.

Somehow, Michael wound up on the couch. Sherry was laying on top of him, staring into his eyes. He came to his senses, and a quick flick of the eyes all around told him what he needed to know. Once again, Sherry had won.

"Don't panic sweetie. I just wanted to get you to sit down and listen to what I have to say." Sherry said softly.

She leaned closer and pecked at his cheek, breathing hotly across his face.

"You can't go outside alone. Period. I can't allow it. It's too dangerous." Sherry insisted.

Michael squirmed a little, but Sherry kissed his lips and settled him right down.

"The order has magic that could kill you so easily. All it would take is one well placed spell, and you would just fall over dead." Sherry said softly.

"How?" Michael asked.

"I'm no healer, but my understanding is it pinches off something in the head. Then you're just dead. No warning. Nothing visible. No evidence. You're just gone." Sherry said.

She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

"If I were an order knight... you would have just died." Sherry said.

She gently caressed his cheek and smiled softly.

"I can see that I've shocked you." Sherry noted.

"Uh... yeah! Since when can the order give people strokes?!" Michael asked.

"Is that what you call it? They have always been able to do it. Thankfully though, while it is very deadly and easy to cast, it is easy to defend against." Sherry reassured.

"That doesn't sound easy to defend against." Michael said, uncertain.

"It is, I promise. Even a low level mage, or any inma, could stop that spell easily. Just being near an inma or mage is enough." Sherry said.

"So... it can't be used against inma?" Michael asked.

"Correct. The death spell is only used to subjugate humans. Anyone who becomes a heretic is 'stricken down by the wrath of god', or so the priests say. It's all a lie of course, but telling anyone is grounds to be beheaded." Sherry explained.

Michael gulped, his words failing him.

"There are many death spells, each one targeting something on the body. They take very little mana to cast, and can be used to kill thousands instantly. That's why all the armed human rebellions against the order have failed." Sherry explained.

She stared into his eyes, gently brushing his brown hair with her fingers.

"That's why I obsess over it. Not because I am insane like you undoubtedly think, but because I have a real tangible reason." Sherry said.

...

"Now... do you wish to die?" Sherry asked.

"No." Michael said.

"Then it is decided. Stay near me, and I can promise nobody can harm you. At least in that fashion." Sherry said.

She shifted position and sat upright, straddling his stomach. Michael was able to look around, and he saw that somehow he still had a grip on her sword. He raised it a little, making Sherry quickly twirl her head around.

"I can't do anything if you take my powers!" Sherry exclaimed.

She reached out and gently tried prying on his fingers.

"Please give it back. I need my powers back." Sherry asked nicely.

Michael jerked it away, much to her surprise.

"No way! You're just going to use it against me! Then you'll just rape me again!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry pouted in response.

"I wish you would stop calling it rape. It's called making love, sex, or just plain fucking." Sherry corrected.

"No it was rape. One sided forceful rape." Michael insisted.

Sherry shook her head, refusing to accept what he was saying.

"I know you like sex. You can't deny that. I know you felt good." Sherry insisted.

"Maybe at first, but then it just felt awful after that." Michael said.

"...Okay then... now I know something's wrong." Sherry muttered.

She reached over and unceremoniously ripped that sword out of his hand, thus signaling that her full strength had returned.

...

..

.

Somehow, Michael wound up in the bedroom. He couldn't recall how or when, just that he was on the bed with Sherry on top. She was holding his hand, and closely inspecting it.

"Poor thing. I should have taken care of this a while ago." Sherry said sorrowfully.

She gently brought his injured hand up to her mouth, where she licked his wounds with her scalding hot tongue.

"Mmph...pwah... it's okay... mmph... your cuts will be gone soon... pwah... trust me..." Sherry reassured.

After a while of gentle licking and sucking, all the glass cuts on his hand were gone. Sherry let his hand go, and it fell to his side. It tingled.

"Okay, now it's time to solve the mystery of the day. I want to understand what in the world is going on with your body." Sherry said.

She began pulling his clothes off, starting with his shirt and moving on to his pants.

"Nooo!" Michael cried.

He tried to stop her, but she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the way.

"You don't need to be afraid anymore. I understand you have a problem, and I want to fix it. Can't you trust me?" Sherry asked.

She waited a few moments for him to respond, but he didn't say anything. Taking that as acceptance, she proceeded to mount him.

"AAhhhhh... yeeeees~ I love this~" Sherry moaned.

She gently rocked her hips, her face etched with ecstasy.

"If you only felt a tiny sliver of what I feel right now, you would be addicted for the rest of your life." Sherry moaned.

*Plap

*Plap

*Plap

...

"AH! There it is! It's sooooo hot!" Sherry squealed.

And with that, Sherry rubbed her belly and smiled radiantly.

"Ahhh... I love you so much sweetie~" Sherry said.

Michael said nothing. He was reeling. Sherry leaned forward and waved her hands all over his torso, casting magic detection spells. Her red eyes peered into his deepest parts, seeking out what was troubling her beloved husband. Making him cum inside her was just part of the process.

"OOOOOOooooooohhhhhh... I see what the problem is now. I see indeed. Indeed I see I see." Sherry said, rubbing her chin.

"What... are you rambling on about?" Michael demanded.

"Your body hasn't adapted to demonic energy as much as I thought. So your spirit energy isn't recovering properly." Sherry said.

It took Michael a second, but he eventually realized what she was trying to say.

"Wait a tick, I thought I had to be an incubus to make use of demonic energy." Michael said.

"That's true. You would have to become an incubus to LIVE on demonic energy, like I live on your spirit energy. But your human body can still use it a little." Sherry said.

She raised her hand and snapped her finger, casting a spell on Michael. Suddenly his hands had a mind of their own, and they reached up and groped her boobs.

"You certainly are sensitive to my magic, that much is clear. I can do just about anything to you with just my imagination." Sherry said.

*SNAP

Michael's hands stopped groping her boobs, and moved down to grope her hips.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers again, and his hands pulled away from her hips and went towards his own member.

"Stop that!" Michael protested.

"Sorry sweetie, I was just proving a point." Sherry said.

Once more she snapped her fingers, and Michael regained control of his hands. He immediately stuffed them behind his back.

"As I was saying, my magic is super effective on you. But for some reason, your spirit is not using my demonic energy to make more spirit energy very well." Sherry explained.

"Oh." Michael said.

"So... that's why it felt bad sweetie. I was taking more than what you could produce, and for that... I am forever sorry." Sherry said apologetically.

"You um..." Michael started.

"I what sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"If you... I mean if..." Michael hesitated.

...

"You're actually sorry?" Michael asked, uncertain.

"YES!" Sherry blurted loudly.

Michael flinched, and Sherry put her hand over her mouth. She mumbled a meek apology.

"I didn't know what was happening with the sugar issue, and I didn't know why you were running away. I was confused and I did some bad things. I'm so sorry." Sherry said.

"Well... I'm sorry for accidentally shanking you, and all those bad things I said too." Michael mumbled, looking away.

"I forgave you even as it happened." Sherry said, smiling.

*Smooch!

She kissed him, which sent his brain right back into a fuzzy tailspin. He was only vaguely aware as several evil looking black tendrils appeared from her back and wrapped around his limbs.

...

He was lifted off the bed, and carried over to the corner of the room nearest the bed.

"Wh...are you...?" Michael murmured.

"It's okay sweetie, you're perfectly safe. You're in the care of your loving wifey, who wants to make you feel better." Sherry said, smiling.

*GLOOP

*THWAP

*THWAP

Michael found himself suspended from the wall by demonic energy. Through the strange warm sensation of that devilish material, he managed to ask one last thing.

"Why?" Michael asked, struggling.

"Oh... you mean why here and not on the bed? That's simple. I don't want the bed sheets to come alive and eat you up~" Sherry said seductively.

Michael's look of horror was quickly covered up by a glob of demonic energy right on his face.

...

~Later~

...

Michael was suspended in mid air, inside a blob of demonic energy. Tendrils attached the blob to the ceilings and walls, and to two thirds of his body. His eyes and most of his head was covered, but his nose and mouth were not.

"Ahhh! Hah ahhh..." Michael panted sensually.

His tongue hung out as his whole body was wracked with heat and pleasure. Even if he cried out as loud as he could, he couldn't hear himself. He was completely blind and deaf in his own little inky black world. On the outside, Sherry stood in front of him with her arm extended towards the blob, continually adding more demonic energy to it.

"Maybe I should leave you in there. I wonder how long it would take before you broke. Heh... I wonder what lewd creature you would become after that much time~" Sherry wondered aloud.

...

"You wouldn't ever try to go outside... now would you? You would want to stay here so I can destroy your body with pleasure over and over again." Sherry chuckled.

Her crimson colored eyes surveyed Michael's writhing body, all the way from the tips of his hair down to the tips of his toes. Even if he could hear what she was saying, he probably wouldn't have been able to comprehend it.

...

..

.

"Ah well... a girl can dream." Sherry said casually.

*Whoosh!

"GAH!" Michael cried pleasurably.

...

~Some Time Later~

...

Sherry pulled Michael out of his cocoon and laid him on the bed. Steam wisped off his skin, which was faintly glowing crimson. She looked into his eyes and smiled, for there was just the barest hint of crimson appearing in his irises.

"I gave him enough demonic energy to replenish his body for the last two weeks, and then some. It's no wonder there are signs of corruption appearing." Sherry thought.

She gently brushed his hair and smiled happily.

"How do you feel sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"I feel... really strange." Michael murmured.

"Strange good, or strange bad?" Sherry asked.

Michael shook his head, not knowing how to answer. He fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Something's not right. I don't know what." Michael said.

"Hehe... I do~" Sherry said.

She repositioned her hips, and forced herself on him without even a moment's hesitation.

"Aaaahhh~! Wha? Wh... wh..." Michael shuddered.

...

Once again Sherry asked Michael the same question as before.

"How do you feel now sweetie?" Sherry asked.

It took Michael a second to collect himself, but he was able to answer reasonably coherently.

"I feel really good." Michael said, smiling.

"And are you afraid of making love with me anymore?" Sherry asked.

He shook his head side to side.

"Good. As it should be. Now... I want you to tell me if something like that ever happens again. Agreed?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah~ okay~" Michael agreed lightly.

"And if I ever do something that doesn't feel good, like a certain position you don't like or too much or too little, tell me." Sherry added.

"Okay~" Michael said.

"The idea of an inma doing something to a man that is unpleasant is... abhorrent. Utterly and absolutely abhorrent." Sherry insisted quietly.

She placed her hands on his chest and shuffled her legs until they were under her.

"Alright sweetie, I'm going to start moving. If anything feels bad, you tell me immediately." Sherry said.

And just as she said, she slowly started rocking her hips back and forth. Her eyes remained trained right on Michael, watching for any sign that he wasn't liking something. But all his expressions told her that he was melting in ecstasy.

"GAH!" Michael cried.

His body bucked, taking Sherry by surprise. And mere moments later, Sherry could taste the wonderful sticky sweet flavor of his spirit energy permeating through her whole body.

"Wow sweetie, you came fast! I think that's the biggest load you've ever given me!" Sherry remarked happily.

"Hah... hah... whew... yeah..." Michael panted.

Sherry leaned forward and stared into his eyes, as she so loved to do.

"What are you feeling right now?" Sherry asked.

"I... don't know how to describe it. I'm really... relaxed and euphoric. My whole body is floating. It's really satisfying. " Michael said, smiling.

"Good~ very good~. That's how you're supposed to feel." Sherry hummed.

"It never felt like this before..." Michael murmured.

"He's feeling it now! If I move wisely, I can get him addicted for good!" Sherry thought.

Sherry planted her hand against his chest and started feeding him extra demonic energy, to make sure he was completely maxed out.

"What's that for?" Michael asked.

"I'm just making sure you're given plenty of my energy sweetie. I have plenty to spare." Sherry said sweetly.

Michael sank back, feeling a new warmth filling his body. She was giving him the energy to make sure he felt the maximum pleasure from what she was about to do to his lower half...

...

..

.

~Many Hours Later~

.

..

...

By the time Sherry got done with him, he was completely moving at her speed. He was completely caught up in her way of thinking and living. Just as she had wanted, she had created a new addict. One that was grabbing her ass and sticking his tongue in her mouth. It might have gone on forever, if not for one small detail.

... *CLICK

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

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

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

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

The sound of Jefferson Airplane kicked Michael right out of the mood, and he came to his senses in a nanosecond.

"Wait what? What the hell?! It's MORNING?!" Michael exclaimed.

He reached over and smacked the top of his alarm clock, making the music stop playing.

"I thought I unplugged that..." Sherry grumbled.

...

"We were supposed to leave yesterday!" Michael exclaimed.

"Leave? Where to?" Sherry asked.

"To the car show! We were supposed to go to Vegas, remember?" Michael reminded.

"Oh dear..." Sherry murmured.

Michael sat on the edge of the bed and stretched.

...

"Can we still make it to the car show sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Nope. The official check in is... thirty minutes ago. Even if we were in Vegas right now, we couldn't check in." Michael said.

Sherry seemed sorrowful, and she gently rubbed his shoulder.

"I'm sorry sweetie. This is my fault." Sherry said.

"It's okay. Maybe it's just as well. We'll go to the car show... next year." Michael said, dejected.

Sherry sighed and shook her head.

"Darn it sweetie, you know just how to pull my heart strings." Sherry said.

She slid out of bed and sashayed over to the dresser where she retrieved a piece of red dyed chalk. Then she bent down and started drawing glyphs on the bed sheet.

…

"Okay, that should do it. Come here, and lay in the center of the bed." Sherry instructed.

Michael crawled onto the center area of the bed. She crawled over her own glyphs, and wrote some more where Michael had been sitting. It was a cluster of three groups of symbols, like a pyramid shape.

"Good. Now don't touch the runes." Sherry said, smiling.

She dropped the piece of chalk off the side of the bed, and used her hand to start groping Michael.

"We need a catalyst if the spell is going to work. Can you trust me?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah…" Michael said, uncertain.

She smiled and straddled him, flicking her hair out of the way over her shoulders.

"Oh... that kind of catalyst." Michael said.

"Mmm hmm! I think this is the first time we've ever done this. Sex for the sake of spell casting." Sherry noted.

"Will it feel any different?" Michael asked.

"No." Sherry said.

*Squish

Sherry rode him like a bronco, moaning and squealing the whole way. But even as she roughly succufucked him, she was chanting strange words. The combination of moans and alien chanting turned out to be quite the powerful combination.

*Niiiiiirrrrrooooooo WHOOSH!

...

..

.

.

.

It never ends.

...

Days and nights blur together.

...

Through his hazy mind and aching body, he wonders.

"Was it always like this? Was my life before... a dream? I don't remember a time when it wasn't like this."

His entire body has been violated. His skin had been defiled by her succubus tongue, and every inch of him had been molested by her succubus fingers. Everything down to his individual cells has been violated by the succubus. He could feel it. His entire body trembled in otherworldly ecstasy. But even then, the pleasantness of the situation had long since worn off. The pleasure was still there, but his enjoyment of it had faded. He wondered about that. The words of the succubus had ravished his ears, telling him he should be enjoying it. It made him wonder if something was wrong with him.

...

He wonders if even his mind was violated by the succubus. His past is a jumble, and even recalling his name is difficult through the unending waves of pleasure. All caused by the devilish succubus, which seemed permanently attached to his body like a parasite.

"What day is it?"

It had been an eternity since he had heard or spoken anything, other than moans of pleasure and the devilish sweet nothings whispered in his ears.

"The day is today, and the time is right now." Sherry answered coyly.

...

"What's my name?"

"Michael Collins." Sherry said, winking knowingly.

"So I was right. My name is Michael Collins. At least my brain is...." Michael thought.

...

"Wait... didn't this already happen?" Michael asked.

Michael blinked a few times, looking around. Everything was exactly the way it had been that morning. Sunlight streamed through the window above, and their clothes were in a heap on the floor exactly as they had been. Sherry was positioned on top of him in the exact same way she had been before.

"What... the frack just happened?" Michael asked.

"I put the world back the way it was that morning. We will now re-live the same day twice." Sherry explained.

"You can do that?!" Michael exclaimed.

"Of course. But the way I did it has its drawbacks..." Sherry explained.

*Grooooooooowl

Michael looked down at his stomach, which was protesting angrily. It felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Case in point." Sherry said, gesturing.

Michael moved to push Sherry off, but he paused.

"If you say I'm like a dog again..." Michael started.

"I know I know. I've learned my lesson." Sherry said.

She leaned down and stared into his eyes.

"Hey I have an idea. Let's try to do it better this time. Hmm? Let's pretend the first time was a practice run, and go from there." Sherry suggested.

"Okay, that sounds good." Michael agreed.

...

"Good morning sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

She smooched him on the lips.

"We've been going at it really hard. Would you like some breakfast?" Sherry asked.

"Yes please." Michael said awkwardly.

...

"Can we not pretend that morning never happened? That's just weird." Michael said.

"Very well. Would you like to hear my thoughts?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded.

"So... in light of what happened last time, I suggest the following. I will go out to the living room and open the windows. Then I will start breakfast immediately. Once you've eaten your fill, I will use my power to restore your mana to their correct levels." Sherry said.

"Okay that sounds fine. We need to leave before noon if we want to get to Vegas in time." Michael said.

"Very well. And what are your thoughts on that?" Sherry asked.

"I need to go to the parts store before we go, because buying anything in Vegas when the car show is going on will be impossible." Michael said.

"You... wish to venture outside. I see. So we will go to the store together!" Sherry suggested.

"We also need to pack." Michael reminded.

"Oh dear... that too. Fine, I will think of something as I cook breakfast!" Sherry insisted.

And with that, the two of them were off like a shot. She skipped past him and opened every window in the apartment.

...

"Okay sweetie! It's safe!" Sherry called, muffled.

Michael came out of the bedroom and went straight to the shower.

...

~One Hot Shower Later~

...

Michael was toweling himself off in front of the mirror of the bathroom, which thanks to Sherry's time traveling spell was no longer broken. The door was closed securely, which was also not broken anymore thanks to Sherry's spell.

"Hey! Boyo!" Incubus Michael called.

Michael's eyes shot up, and there in the mirror was his reflection. But it wasn't just any reflection, but one that was moving around all on its own. He leaned forward, inspecting the reflection.

"You... really are me." Michael said.

"Think it boyo. She can hear you." Incubus Michael warned.

Michael scowled and looked his double right in the eye.

"Go away." Michael thought.

"And why would you say that?" Incubus Michael asked.

"Because Sherry's awesome and you tried to turn me against her." Michael thought.

"What I tried to do boyo... is get you to grow a pair. She was walking all over you, and she would have seriously hurt you before you said a word." Incubus Michael said.

"Bullshit. I would have worked it out eventually." Michael thought.

"No you wouldn't. You're so pathetic, you would have just bore it until she finally hurt you. All because you're afraid to be alone." Incubus Michael shot.

His words hit home, and Michael couldn't refute them.

"I'm not your enemy boyo. I'm on your side, and I want to help you." Incubus Michael said.

"...I'm listening." Michael thought.

"Good. So... admit it. She's walking all over you. I know you don't enjoy living like this." Incubus Michael suggested.

...

..

"You're right. I don't. So does that mean our relationship is screwed?" Michael thought.

"Oh please. You know better. She's a succubus from the MGE. She's never going to let you go." Incubus Michael said.

"Yeah but... I thought one of the top five reasons couples break up is because of a difference in sex drive." Michael thought.

"And that's true... for humans. Let's put it this way. Your sex drive is high enough that you probably wouldn't have made out well with a human woman. So you would have been screwed anyways." Incubus Michael said.

"But it's still too low for Sherry." Michael thought.

"Exactly. So I want to help. I only hassled you before because you needed the help right away, before she ended up hurting you by accident." Incubus Michael said.

...

"I know you love her. I know you want her. I'm going to help you have her... as much and in as many ways as you want." Incubus Michael said.

...

"Hey, you want to hear a little secret?" Incubus Michael asked.

"...sure." Michael said.

"She wants that too. She wants you to be a man, and treat her like a woman. A fuckable woman. She wants to be your little slut. That's her kink." Incubus Michael said.

"No way. She's way too dominant." Michael thought.

"You just think she's dominant, but in reality she's just thirsty. Her sex drive is more than yours, so she pushes and pushes and pushes until she gets what she wants." Incubus Michael said.

...

"And as for how she took over your life... well that's just instinct. Protective motherly instinct from a monster girl. Something you could overcome with my help." Incubus Michael said.

"What do I need to do?" Michael thought.

"From now on, whenever our girl starts propositioning you, I want you to always say yes. No matter what." Incubus Michael said.

"Why?" Michael thought.

"So you'll become an incubus faster you idiot. Why else?" Incubus Michael shot.

...

"You need to do it as much as you can before you'll change. And trust me boyo, you want it. You need it." Incubus Michael said.

The mirror shimmered, and Michael's normal reflection returned.

"Always say yes. Remember that." Incubus Michael said distantly.

...

~Later~

...

Michael walked out towards the kitchen island, pulling a shirt over his head as he went. When he could see again, there was Sherry waiting for him with an apron and a smile.

"Ready to eat sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah I'm starved." Michael said.

He settled down at the island, and Sherry quickly served him up. As she put the plate down in front of him, her smile faded a little.

"How's your sugar?" Sherry asked.

"I'll be fine if I eat this." Michael reassured.

"And do you want more?" Sherry asked.

Michael shook his head and held his stomach.

"No, I don't think I could hold more than a plate. Just like last time." Michael said.

"Very well sweetie, I won't make you eat too much. I assume you want more coffee though." Sherry said.

"You'd be right. I could use it. Thanks." Michael said.

...

..

.

So Michael ate his breakfast in peace, which was a vast improvement over the previous time. After he was done, Sherry took his plate and filled his coffee cup.

"Okay, so now you should go sit in your chair. It would be more comfortable." Sherry said.

He went over and sat down, and balanced his coffee on the arm of the chair.

"Are you going to do it how you did it last time?" Michael asked.

"No, we don't have time for that. I was thinking of that time when I used the detect magic spell. Do you remember?" Sherry asked.

Michael sat a little straighter in his chair.

"I don't want to get turned into a..." Michael started.

"...Succubus. And I won't do that. But this is the quickest way to get some demonic energy in you. Traveling back to this morning undid everything I already did." Sherry said.

"Yeah I guessed as much." Michael said quietly.

"If you don't want to do this, that's fine. But we can't have sex until I restore your mana. I won't hurt you again." Sherry said.

Michael fidgeted in his seat.

...

"Okay just do it." Michael blurted.

Sherry grinned victoriously.

"He's totally addicted. The idea of not doing it clearly makes him uncomfortable." Sherry thought.

...

"If we don't do it, I won't become an incubus. We can't wait." Michael thought.

"Alright sweetie, here we go." Sherry said.

She cast the appropriate spells, and once again Michael was looking through his own chest at his very own soul. It had more demonic energy creeping in than before, but not by a lot.

"Okay, now I just need to reach in and touch..." Sherry said.

Her hand went through the spell, becoming transparent and red. The demonic energy coursing through her body was dense, and it only took just the tip of her finger touching his soul to make his whole body convulse strongly. Sherry had to use her free hand to take away his coffee.

"OhLyShIt!" Michael cried.

"One day... two days... three days... four days..." Sherry thought.

Michael clenched his eyes, doing his best to bear the overwhelming sensations.

"A week... two weeks... three weeks worth... four weeks... five weeks..." Sherry thought.

"How much more?!" Michael forced through gritted teeth.

"Hold on sweetie, just a little more! You can do it!" Sherry encouraged.

"Four months... five months... six... seven months... eight months..." Sherry thought.

Michael cried out as if a splinter was being removed as Sherry withdrew her hand. Before Michael could look at what she had done, she dispelled the detect magic spell.

"Holy shit... holy shit... how much... did you give me...?" Michael panted.

"Just two weeks worth." Sherry lied.

"I hate lying to sweetie, but he wouldn't understand. He may even get upset. But it's for his own good. Too bad I can't go all the way and turn him into an incubus." Sherry thought.

She put her knee on his chest and inspected his face closely. His eyes were more crimson than the last time, but not enough to override his natural brown eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Michael asked.

"It's said the eyes are the windows to the soul." Sherry said distantly.

The crimson in his eyes was beginning to get noticeable. It wasn't enough to override his natural brown eyes, just like Sherry's energy couldn't overrun his spirit.

*Whoosh

Sherry brushed her fingers over his eyes, and the crimson was gone.

"I can't have him standing out in a crowd. Someday, his beautiful eyes can be seen by all, but for now they must be hidden." Sherry thought.

"We're all done now sweetie. You did well." Sherry said, smiling.

"... okay. Did you think of a way I can go shopping for parts?" Michael asked softly.

"I was thinking... that perhaps I could have someone go with you. Would that be acceptable?" Sherry asked.

"You tell me." Michael said.

"As long as it's an inma, you are safe. So, if you do not object, I will find someone to accompany you when you go shopping." Sherry said.

"Okay I guess. As long as that makes you happy." Michael said, uncertain.

Sherry didn't like his answer.

*SNAP

"Pinch." Sherry said darkly.

"Okay okay okay, I get it! Gees!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry poked his nose, her expression stern.

"I don't want to have to use my magic to unscramble your brain. I'll could never put you back together the way you were. So don't take any chances." Sherry said darkly.

...

And just like that, her stern expression went away and was replaced with her usual smile.

"Here's your coffee. Why don't you take a moment and relax with me on the porch?" Sherry suggested.

"What for?" Michael asked.

"I wish for you to witness the realm you have helped create. It's quite different outside now." Sherry suggested.

...

Michael blinked a few times.

...

All at once he got out of his seat and hustled towards the door. Sherry giggled at his enthusiasm and quickly followed. When he got to the door, he hesitated.

"I don't recall zapping myself the last time I walked out this door." Michael said.

"Oh! Yes I completely forgot! I did indeed alter the spell on the door to allow you to touch it. And please forgive how long it took!" Sherry said.

Michael nodded, and walked through the door to step outside.

...

He found himself standing at the patio railing, looking out at the massive sea of demonic energy draped over most of the city. He sipped his coffee.

"I saw it last time, but I didn't really sit and appreciate it." Michael said.

...

"The landscape plants look pretty strange now. They look all twisted." Michael noted calmly.

*Siiip

"Does that please you sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Yep." Michael said simply.

...

As Michael stood there, he noted the street was empty save for one person. It was the local hooker, whom he recognized. She turned and blew him a kiss, but he didn't react at all. Defeated, the hooker walked onwards, her tail and wings drooped in defeat. Michael knew better than to respond. One night he had made the mistake of greeting her as he often did for other people, and wound up having his manhood questioned because he wouldn't hire her.

*Siiip

"That wasn't nice sweetie. You could have waved back." Sherry disapproved.

"You don't know her like I do. She's a real bitch." Michael said quietly.

*Siiip

"Becoming a succubus really helped her out though. She used to look like a burned out hippie before." Michael noted quietly.

"If you wish, I will fetch her." Sherry offered.

"Nope." Michael said simply.

...

*Siiip

"Did you ever wish to partake in her services before I came?" Sherry asked casually.

Michael shot her a sideways glare.

"Not a chance in hell." Michael said, unamused.

*Siiip

"Prostitution is an honored profession where I come from." Sherry noted.

"If you say so, I'm sure it is." Michael said.

...

"I suppose that as a prostitute, her power as a succubus is quite impressive." Sherry said.

"Yeah. Probably." Michael said, uninterested.

...

"Here's a tidbit of knowledge. Sometimes wives will bring home prostitutes for their husbands as an act of..." Sherry started to say.

"Enough! Talk about something other than inma prostitutes!" Michael exclaimed.

...

"You could be a good gigolo." Sherry blurted.

"Oh my god Sherry, what the hell is wrong with you?" Michael shot.

...

There were several long minutes of awkward deafening silence as Sherry fidgeted and silently berated herself for saying something dumb.

...

"Heeeeey there hunny~" A voice said.

Michael and Sherry both turned their heads towards the stairs, where they saw a girl already half way up the steps. It was that same prostitute as before, and her eyes were locked on Michael.

"Hello there dear!" Sherry said cheerfully.

Michael nodded at her, then averted his gaze and drank his coffee.

"I waved earlier, but you didn't see me." The prostitute said.

"I'm very busy." Michael said simply.

...

"You're in danger. Don't let that prostitute get anywhere near you. The only one for you is Sherry." Incubus Michael warned distantly.

...

The prostitute took a couple more small steps up the stairs.

"You don't look very busy hunny. Want to have some fun?" The prostitute suggested.

"No." Michael said flatly.

"I won't charge you anything hunny. I just want to suck some cock." The prostitute said.

"No thanks." Michael said flatly.

He was avoiding looking at her, thinking that doing so would probably encourage her.

"Please? I've been walking all over town for days! There aren't any men anymore! And I'm... so hungry... I want it..." The prostitute pleaded.

She quickly hustled up the last of the stairs, heading straight for him with arms outstretched.

"C'mon hunny, let's fuck!" The prostitute exclaimed.

Michael instantly jumped behind Sherry, and used her as a shield.

"No way! I'm married!" Michael exclaimed.

She giggled playfully and tried to grab him from around Sherry, but he stayed out of reach.

"Sherry do something!" Michael blurted.

Sherry raised her hand and caught the prostitute's wrist as she went to grab him.

"Now you listen here. Do you know who I am?" Sherry asked.

...

"You're... the mistress." The prostitute said.

"Good girl. Now you'll do as I say, right?" Sherry asked.

"Yes mistress." The prostitute said.

"Excellent. Now... there will be no penetration. Is that understood?" Sherry instructed.

"WHAT?!" Michael roared.

"Tehe, understood mistress!" The prostitute giggled.

She grabbed for him again, and he dodged. He ended up shoving Sherry at her, and grabbing for the front door knob. They stumbled.

"Sherry you promised!" Michael cried.

He tried the knob, but it was locked. He didn't remember when it got locked, but sure enough it was. Sherry and the prostitute both straightened themselves.

"Promised what sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"To keep away the feeders!" Michael exclaimed frantically.

The ex prostitute rushed him again, grabbed him, and pushed him against the wall. While Sherry looked on, the prostitute stole a kiss.

"MMPH!" Michael cried out.

Her lips were soft and warm, and they tasted like flavored lip gloss. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and her hand grabbed his ass.

...

"I did promise. If I let this happen, sweetie will hate me for sure. Then I'll never make any progress. This isn't the right time. He's not ready yet." Sherry thought.

*Taptaptap

Sherry tapped the girl on her shoulder.

"Let him go dear." Sherry said.

The ex prostitute pulled away from Michael's lips and immediately protested.

"But mistress, why? He tastes so good!" The prostitute whined.

"I said release him. Now!" Sherry ordered.

She let Michael go, and he immediately squirmed away from her. The ex prostitute looked longingly towards Michael before turning to Sherry.

"Just a little more? Please?" The prostitute pleaded.

"I'm sorry, but I made a promise." Sherry said, pointing.

The woman whirled around and held up her clasped hands towards Michael, her eyes pleading.

"Please! Make her change her mind! Tell her it's okay!" The prostitute begged.

"Hell naw! Get the hell off my porch!" Michael bellowed.

And just like that, the ex prostitute turned starving succubus quickly scurried down the stairs and out of sight. Just his tone of voice alone was enough to make her run for her life.

"Son of a bitch." Michael said under his breath.

He went to take a drink of coffee to wash his mouth out, but all that remained of the coffee mug was the handle still in his hand. The rest was a bunch of coffee covered pieces on the ground. He eyed up Sherry.

"Thanks for the help." Michael said.

He tried the door again, and it opened without effort. Suspicion shot through Michael's mind. Not that he could prove anything, but he knew that the door knob seemed locked before. Sherry followed him inside and made very sure to keep her mouth shut, so she wouldn't say anything that could be taken the wrong way. She still wanted to go through with her plans, and she didn't want him knowing about it until it was too late.

...

~Shortly Later~

...

"Okay sweetie, I'm off. Just stay here and I will return with your guard very soon!" Sherry said.

"Alright. I'll be here." Michael said.

Sherry turned to leave, but Michael stopped her.

"One last thing before you go..." Michael said.

Sherry tilted her head puzzled as Michael advanced on her. Without asking or giving any warning, Michael plunged his hand between her tits and fished around for her toy dimension. Her fleshy soft orbs swallowed his wrist, then his forearm, then his elbow.

"Jeez you could hide a Cadillac in here." Michael mumbled.

"I need the room if I'm going to give you titty fucks." Sherry countered.

"Was that a compliment?" Michael asked, fishing around.

"Yes." Sherry said, smiling.

...

"... here it is!" Michael cheered.

He withdrew his arm from her soft tits, his fingers wrapped around his cell phone. The battery was completely dead. She hadn't bothered giving it back after he loaned it to her before.

"Eh, do you have to keep your purse in your boobs?" Michael cringed.

"No. If it displeases you, I will remove it. Although the thought of you sticking your arm in there to retrieve things certainly is thrilling!" Sherry said.

"Not just thrilling for you." Michael thought.

"I would appreciate it." Michael said.

"Then so be it." Sherry said.

...

"Now as for the phone, you'll get your own pretty soon so we can keep in contact with each other." Michael said.

Sherry seemed pleased with the idea and nodded in agreement.

"I shall leave now. Fare well!" Sherry said.

"Just make sure whoever you get isn't like that damn hooker!" Michael called.

And with that, she was gone. Michael stood there for a little while, staring at the door she had just walked through. Eventually he plugged his phone in, and wandered into the bathroom. Grabbing a bottle of mouth wash, he started gargling out anything that was left of that obnoxious prostitute.

...

~Later~

...

Michael heard the door click, and looked up from his book to see Sherry stroll gracefully into the apartment. As soon as she laid eyes on him, she beamed a massive smile his way.

"I have returned my love~" Sherry cheered.

She came over and plopped into his chair with him, and kissed him.

"Okay sweetie. Perhaps you should go to the auto parts store right now." Sherry suggested.

"I thought you were going to send someone with me." Michael questioned.

"I am. She's outside waiting for you." Sherry said.

"Who is it?" Michael asked.

"A good friend of mine, rest assured. She's of the finest character. But... she should introduce herself." Sherry said, winking.

...

"Oh and on another note, you don't have to worry about your world's military. We took ~good~ care of them. As we inma are known to do." Sherry said.

Michael slowly formed a wicked grin on his face.

"You go girl." Michael praised.

Michael pulled his phone off the charger. It wasn't done charging, but it had enough to use for a while.

"Fare well sweetie, I will see you soon I hope. Stay near your guard, and all will be fine." Sherry said.

"Yeah. You know, I don't think I'm too upset about the escort. Having someone following me around will keep the feeders away." Michael said casually.

Sherry watched with wide eyes as Michael walked out the front door.

"No! He can't think about it like that! Inma are not the ones to be feared! The order is the enemy!" Sherry thought.

...

~Meanwhile~

...

As Michael closed the door, he noted that Sherry was watching him longingly. It was clear that she wanted to go with him.

"I'll call her sometime while I'm out so I can let her know I'm ok." Michael thought.

Michael leaned over and slipped his phone into his left cargo pocket. When he straightened, his shoulder made firm contact with something flat and rigid.

"Sir!" A woman barked.

Michael jumped and whirled around, while instinctually reaching for his concealed pistol. He had been taken by surprise so badly that he was moving on pure fight or flight instinct. But he paused, because what he saw wasn't a mugger. It was a smartly dressed uniformed woman standing straight as an arrow, with her hands perfectly aligned with her body at her sides. The woman saluted with a gloved hand.

"Specialist Stavish reporting for duty sir!" Stavish said gallantly.

Michael paused for a stunned moment as he collected his wits. Stavish maintained the salute, waiting for Michael to return it. He didn't.

...

His eyes raked over her. Several things clicked in his brain right away. US Army. E4 rank. Specialist. In full battle rattle, as if she were on duty overseas.

"I am a civilian. Lose the salute." Michael said dryly.

The strange soldier hesitantly lowered her arm, then snapped to a formal at ease stance. Her hands were clutched behind her back with the palms facing outwards. Her legs were at a slightly wide stance. Her eyes were straight and level.

...

Michael was quite impressed.

...

"What are you doing here on my patio?" Michael asked.

"I was ordered to be your escort by mistress Searraigh Fontaine." Stavish said curtly.

Michael looked the soldier's face over, trying to get a good reading on her. It was obvious from her words that Michael had an monster girl on his hands. A well disciplined and well armed monster girl. An M4 rifle was slung at her side, and a Beretta M9... younger sister to Michael's very own Beretta 92 model S... hung on a drop leg holster. She was also equipped with full ballistic plates, and the matching Kevlar ACH helmet. Rows of pouches filled out her vest, and hinted at the hundreds of rounds of ammo she was carrying effortlessly. She also had two real fragmentation grenades. Her uniform was missing any signs of unit patches or insignia, although she did have the US flag on one arm.

...

But that was all the obvious stuff. What Michael couldn't figure out... was what species of inma she was supposed to be. The only clues she gave was inhuman beauty, a pair of crimson red eyes, and a pair of pointy ears that looked mildly uncomfortable under the ACH helmet.

...

Then Michael spotted it. A shemagh wrapped around her neck. An oddity because it was wrapped so tightly. And in the cool of the demon realm, without any dust or sun beating down, it seemed out of place. Which made the switch in his brain click.

"She's a Dullahan. For sure." Michael thought.

...

..

.

"Sir?" Stavish questioned.

Michael reached out towards her arm, towards the US flag patch.

*SCHRIIIIIP

He ripped it off, spun it around, and slapped it on the velcro on her other arm.

"There we go, all fixed. You had the flag on the wrong arm. It's supposed to have the stars forward, as if you're assaulting forward." Michael explained kindly.

"Yes sir. Thank you." Stavish said.

Michael walked past her and down the stairs one by one, with the thud of boots following close behind. He unlocked his car and reached across to unlock it for her, and then started the car. She sat down and tucked the M4 next to her leg, and buckled in.

...

Or at least tried to buckle in, but she was confused by the admittedly outdated two piece seatbelt arrangement in the Duster.

"Um... sir..." Stavish said.

Michael sighed and leaned over, helping her with her seatbelts.

"Yeah I know. It's janky as hell, but it's just as safe as any modern seat belt." Michael reassured.

He slid over to his side of the car and worked on buckling his own seatbelt. First the lap belt, which was two pieces on either side of the seat. Then he reached over his shoulder for the first half of the shoulder strap, and reached down next to him on the floorboard for the second half. They all clicked together, and they were ready to go.

...

Pausing a moment, she turned and faced Michael those emotionless but observant red eyes of hers.

"What weapon are you carrying sir?" Stavish asked.

"None." Michael said.

"That's not true sir. You were clearly reaching for a weapon a little while ago." Stavish observed.

Michael remained silent for a moment, considering whether he trusted that soldier or not. His brain was already working all the angles, including if he had to defend himself from that strange soldier. His Beretta was the ace up the sleeve, and he was sure that he could plant a 9mm in her face before she could bring her rifle to bear. Of course he didn't intend to do it, but the thought crossed his mind for a brief moment. It was his old paranoia rearing its ugly head again. He was thinking about every angle.

"It's also printing on your shirt, sir. A handgun under your left arm." Stavish added.

"Fine. Yeah, I have a gun." Michael relented.

"Are you trained in its use sir?" Stavish asked.

...

"Not really. I fired it a few times at the range." Michael lied.

"I can provide training if you want it, sir. I have a pistol sharpshooter badge." Stavish offered.

"Maybe someday." Michael lied.

Michael threw the car in reverse and pulled away from the apartment complex.

...

..

.

It was a strange scenario that Michael found himself in, going store to store with a heavily armed Dullahan following him around. Not long after they had driven away from the apartment, some of the tenseness died down and they talked to each other a bit. He learned that she had been born and raised locally, and had volunteered to come back when she had heard that the national guard was coming to her home town. As they walked into the first store, Stavish told her story. Michael found out that Stavish had taken a bullet from a group of rioting humans who wanted to escape the inma. By the time a force of mamono showed up to the party, she was already on the ground bleeding. Luckily one of the monsters had an undead grey lamentation mushroom that she was willing to give up. Stavish died, and was revived as a Dullahan. She seemed happy about the radical change in her life.

"If I ever find out who saved you, I'll thank her for you." Michael said.

"No sir, you're the one who should be thanked. All the girls are really happy that you brought the mistress here, and that includes me." Stavish said.

Michael looked up from the store display, and looked her in the eye.

"For giving us a new chance at life... thank you." Stavish added.

"I didn't do anything. Sherry did everything. You should be thanking her. Not me." Michael said.

...

"She's the valuable one who should be protected. Not me." Michael added quietly.

Stavish remained silent for several moments, thinking, before she spoke again.

"You seem like a nice enough guy, and you brought the mistress here. So maybe I'm wrong, but I think you're worth my time." Stavish said.

...

"Some people had really bad lives before. Really bad. But even someone like me who had it pretty good... I'm better off now than I was before." Stavish said.

"My life wasn't so hot before either. So I know how it feels." Michael thought.

"You have given us a gift sir, the mistress, and I am happy to say thank you. And to watch your back." Stavish insisted.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Michael said nicely.

"Although, I'm not sure what the mistress is so paranoid about. Why did she tell me to...'strike first, ask questions later'?

"She's afraid of the order and the chief god." Michael said.

"The whoda and the whatta?" Stavish asked.

"The order and the chief god. Just... do an internet search when you go home." Michael said simply.

...

"Are they evil or something?" Stavish asked.

"Have you ever heard of the spanish inquisition?" Michael countered.

"Damn." Stavish cussed under her breath.

She instinctually placed her hand on the grip of her slung M4, as if to remind herself it was still there.

...

..

.

Michael grabbed some things from the shelf and threw them in the cart. Stavish looked at them questioningly.

"What's this stuff for anyways sir?" Stavish asked.

"Sherry and I are taking the Duster to a car show, so I need a few things. Just some spares in case shit breaks. And it always breaks." Michael said.

"I thought that car show got cancelled. You mean the one in the veterans park, right?" Stavish asked.

"Yeah that's the one. They decided to merge it with that huge car show in Vegas, so that's where we're going." Michael said.

"Vegas? But... sir!" Stavish protested.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"The mistress... is leaving? But... but... but..." Stavish stammered.

Michael watched in amazement as the normally professional and collected soldier completely lost her cool. Just getting her to show emotion was one thing, but to see her actually show fear was quite shocking.

"If she... leaves... we aren't going to... to..." Stavish stammered fearfully.

"Going to what?" Michael asked.

Stavish tugged on her shirt and vest and pulled it away as far as she could. The remains of a bullet wound could clearly be seen just below the collar bone. Whoever had shot her had just barely missed the bullet proof vest.

"I don't want to turn back! I want to stay this way, and I want to live!" Stavish exclaimed.

"Why would you turn back? What the frack?" Michael asked, confused.

"When she leaves... doesn't it all go back to normal? Doesn't her magic just disappear?" Stavish asked fearfully.

"No, it doesn't work like that! What's happened to you is permanent! I promise!" Michael exclaimed.

The shocked fear that had etched her face was relieved in a nanosecond. Her cool collected demeanor came back.

"Thank you sir, that's good to know. Undoubtedly this means she plans on spreading her magic there as well." Stavish said calmly.

"... Uh yeah probably. Makes sense." Michael said, uncertain.

"If you need a guard, then I volunteer. My family is all secured, so I'm free to go anywhere. Maybe I could even learn exactly what these inquisitors look like." Stavish said.

"Thanks, but it's just going to be the two of us." Michael refused nicely.

Michael wheeled the cart around the corner and headed for the checkout, with his companion right behind him. For a moment it looked like the cashier guy was about to freak out over seeing Stavish, but he decided to check them out anyways. It was clear that walking around with Stavish as a guard was going to cause a lot of people to get nervous.

...

..

.

~Later~

.

After leaving the parts store behind, Michael and Stavish motored their way over to the thrift store. The very same thrift store that Sherry had played a very mean trick on Michael, shortly after they first met. As he walked in the front door, he spotted the checkout lady. It was the very same lady as before, standing behind the register and giving him the bug eye.

"Great. She remembers me." Michael thought.

As disturbed as the checkout lady was with Michael's return, she was even more disturbed by the heavily armed and armored soldier that was following him.

"No guns allowed!" The old employee blustered.

"Don't care." Stavish said bluntly.

The old lady's eyes bugged out and she stammered indignantly. Stavish walked on by without a single care, but Michael stopped. He glanced back to the door they had just walked in, and saw no signs regarding firearms. Shrugging, he joined Stavish in walking by without a care.

"I'll call the cops!" The old employee warned.

Michael spun around on his heels and looked her right in the eye.

"She is an active duty U.S. soldier. If you have a problem with her, then take it up with her commanding officer." Michael retorted.

"Yeah and what about you?" The old employee asked, suspicious.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Michael dismissed.

The employee scowled, but didn't say anything else. Michael and Stavish walked off.

...

..

.

"So... what are we looking for sir?" Stavish asked.

"I like to pick up shirts out of the extra discount bin to cut up for rags." Michael said.

"That's a good idea sir." Stavish said.

"Those mechanics rags at the store are too much money. I can come here and buy shirts for twenty five cents. I don't care if they've got holes." Michael said.

After grabbing a bunch of shirts for rags, he walked over to another display that had men's clothes. He grabbed a couple things, and Stavish did a double take.

"Those sir? Are you serious?" Stavish asked.

Michael looked up from the pair of BDU's he was holding.

"What's wrong with this? They're comfortable, rugged, aren't too brightly colored, and cheap. Look, they're even brand new surplus!" Michael insisted.

"I guess... I can't argue with that." Stavish said reluctantly.

...

"The first thing I do when I go on liberty is ditch the ACUs." Stavish noted.

"Well specialist Stavish... I would do the same, but I don't think I would look too good in a miniskirt." Michael said, straight faced.

*SNORT

"Yes sir~" Stavish chuckled.

...

..

.

Right as Michael was picking out a few basic clothes for himself, his ears picked out a group of new voices talking at the front of the store.

"Sir... that cashier called the cops." Stavish warned quietly.

Michael glanced over his shoulder, and saw three uniformed officers heading their way. Right at the lead was a certain familiar looking policewoman.

"Oh for frack's sake." Michael muttered.

...

"Hey Mike!" Serena called.

Michael instantly donned a fake smile.

"Hi Serena, wha'cha want?" Michael asked innocently.

Serena the policewoman jacked her thumb over her shoulder at the cashier.

"Employee made a frantic call, saying there was a nutcase with a gun in her store. So here we are." Serena said.

She took a step closer to Michael, and Stavish immediately blocked the way with her body. Her M4 remained at her side, but she had her hand wrapped around the grip. The officers of course planted their hands on their service pistols.

"Stand back!" Stavish warned sharply.

...

..

.

Serena leaned over to look at Michael over Stavish's shoulder.

"Hey Mike, where'd you get the jarhead?" Serena asked, unfazed.

Stavish's scowl deepened instantly.

"She's not a marine. She's army. There's a big difference." Michael retorted.

The corner of Stavish's mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Hooah." Stavish said.

Michael patted Stavish's shoulder reassuringly, making her relax a little.

"Let it go. It's not worth it." Michael reassured.

And with that, Stavish went at ease and stepped aside. Serena came a little closer and the two of them talked at a more reasonable distance.

"Hey Mike, why don't you call me copper... for old times sake. The boys aughta get a kick out of it." Serena joked.

Michael raised an eyebrow and scrutinized the two officers standing behind Serena. The two female officers.

"Boys huh?" Michael noted.

"Yep. So you guys are packin some serious hardware today huh?" Serena observed.

"We're not breaking any laws. The Arizona penal code says open carry is legal." Michael said flatly.

"I know that. I'm not stupid. Don't worry Mike, you're not taking a ride down town today." Serena reassured.

"My job is to protect him. If you attempt to harm him, you're going to deal with me." Stavish shot.

"He doesn't need protection. He's got the entire sheriff's department keeping an eye on him." Serena shot.

"You're not good enough." Stavish countered.

...

Serena eyed Stavish's load bearing vest up a few times, ignoring her statement.

"Though in another world, I might have had to do something about those grenades and automatic rifle. But not today." Serena said.

Michael made a 'hmmp' sound, turned, and went back to picking out clothes. Serena joined him to his left. If looks could kill, Stavish would have stared daggers into Serena.

"How come every single time we meet, you're buying clothes?" Serena asked.

"Because I don't want you to book me on public indecency." Michael replied.

"I wouldn't book you, but I'd definitely be checking you out." Serena said seductively.

*Grope

Serena proceeded to give him a good grope and a spank. He hopped in response.

"Oh yeah~" Serena purred.

Michael ducked out of the way before Serena could do it again, and he went around the display of hanging clothes to get some distance away from her. She only fiercely smiled at him. It was the smile of a predator on the prowl.

"Why are you letting her get away with that sir?" Stavish asked.

"Because... she's a cop. If I do what I really want to do, I'll get in trouble." Michael answered.

"And what do you really want to do? Pull out your ~gun~? I'd like to see it." Serena said, grinning evilly.

"Screw you." Michael spat.

"Please do." Serena immediately replied.

"That's fucked up. The man is married!" Stavish exclaimed.

"Oh go away ya damn prude. You couldn't find your way around a cucumber." Serena said dismissively.

"Sir! Requesting permission to beat this woman's ass!" Stavish exclaimed angrily.

"Permission denied. Let's just go." Michael said quickly.

He grabbed the last of the clothes he wanted and pushed past the two officers milling around. Serena was after him like a shot, and she reached out to grab his shoulder with a devilish grin on her face.

*WHACK

Stavish karate chopped her arm and barged in between them, taking up a guarding position between that predator and her prey.

"Oh come on, I'm just playin~" Serena pouted.

...

~Shortly Later~

...

Michael went to the front of the store, where a dozen police officers and the disgruntled old employee were waiting. He went to the counter with the cash register as Serena and her bunch joined the others.

"Well? Are you going to throw them in jail?" The old employee asked, annoyed.

"They haven't broken any laws." Serena said evenly.

Michael raised an eyebrow over that, but accepted it and dropped a heap of clothes on the counter for her to ring up. She made no move to touch them.

"I asked you to leave. I don't have to do business with you." The old employee insisted.

...

Serena pulled out a black notebook, and clicked a pen. She started writing...

...

..

.

*Scribble

"What's that you're doing?" The old employee asked.

"I'm writing a five hundred dollar citation for your abuse of the 911 system." Serena said, frowning.

"WHAT?! I had every reason to..." The old employee started to say.

"Dispatch said you've called us twenty three times this month. And every single call was an absolute waste of time. I was told to give you a ticket if this time was the same." Serena explained.

"They're disturbing the peace!" The old employee countered.

"The only person around here that's disturbing the peace... is you." Serena countered.

"We like armed people. We don't have to use our body bags on victims so often. Like women and children. We just have to bag up perps." A policewoman added.

"We especially like ones with a concealed carry permit. Having one means they've been background checked. Talk about stress relief!" A policeman said

"I got jumped by a perp with a baseball bat, while on my beat. Some guy with a CCW saw it and jumped in. He saved my life." Another policeman added.

"Everyone on the street who's legally carrying a firearm is one more person backing us up. We love that shit." Serena insisted.

"That's right. Given the choice between an officer and a crook... the crook is going down." Stavish said, nodding.

...

"So ring me up lady." Michael said flatly.

"Butbut..." The old employee stammered.

Serena simply waved the ticket in front of her.

"Be nice." Serena warned.

...

The old employee didn't say a word, but she begrudgingly rang Michael up.

...

"That will be twenty one fifty." The old employee spat.

"Try again lady." Michael replied instantly.

The woman hesitated, staring straight into his eyes. She made all sorts of angry expressions, but Michael didn't budge.

"Twelve... fifty..." The old employee spat.

"That's better." Michael said, counting his money.

Serena grabbed his shoulder and gave him a stern look. He knew immediately what that look meant.

"She's trying to overcharge me! The sign with the prices is right there! Count it yourself!" Michael explained.

She glanced down at the pile of clothes, paused while she counted, and then slowly let his arm go.

"Don't go taking advantage of people just because you're on my good side." Serena warned.

"Good side my ass." Michael retorted.

He paid the cashier.

"If it makes you feel any better... you won't ever see me or my money again." Michael said firmly.

"Good. Get the fuck out!" The old employee exclaimed.

"Fuck you too. None of my unit will ever be coming here again." Stavish said harshly.

"And no one from the station will come here either, along with my boyfriend." Serena added.

With that, the whole lot of them marched out of the store, never to return.

...

Michael and Stavish found their way to the Duster, and threw the clothes in the trunk. Serena peeked in. She closely scrutinized the bags of car parts that were in the...

*SLAM

Michael slammed the trunk before Serena could look too closely.

"Get a warrant." Michael shot.

"Car stuff huh? I thought the car show was cancelled." Serena said, changing the subject.

"...I'm heading to a different one out of town." Michael said reluctantly.

Serena and her fellow officers all perked up.

"Want a police escort?" Serena offered.

"No." Michael said bluntly.

"Aww... c'mon. We're bored as fuck over at the station. Nobody's breaking the law anymore." Serena pouted.

"I heard something about that." Stavish added quietly.

"Yeah! There isn't even any more smash and grabs at the liquor stores anymore! Everyone's busy fucking!" Serena exclaimed.

"You said you have a boyfriend, right? Why don't you go pester him and leave me alone." Michael suggested.

...

..

.

"Him and I... are in a rough patch right now." Serena said, eyes glinting.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Michael said.

He went to get in the car, but Serena shot her hand out and grabbed his shoulder before he could get away. Both he and Serena were about to protest loudly and angrily, but Serena spoke both first... and softly.

"How come you wear a bunch of crappy thrift store clothes? I know you can afford nice stuff, after all that you bought your wife." Serena asked.

"Frankly that's none of your..." Michael started to say.

"Did you spend all your money on her?" Serena interrupted.

...

"They're clothes. I don't care. She does, so she got nice things." Michael said bluntly.

"...Fair enough." Serena said.

He moved around to the driver door, jingling his keys as he went.

"We'll see you around Mike!" Serena said, waving.

"Yeah sure." Michael grumbled.

Michael slid into the Duster, and watched as the police cruisers took off.

...

"I still hate you bastards." Michael muttered.

"Wait what? You don't like cops?" Stavish asked.

"No. Especially corrupt ones like her. Can you blame me?" Michael said.

Stavish hesitated a while, unsure what to say. Michael knew exactly what she was thinking, so he answered her unvoiced thoughts.

"Yeah I'd pick a cop over a crook, but I still hate the frackers." Michael said gruffly.

He threw the car in gear and started rolling.

"Mark my words. One of these days, Serena or one of her buddies is going to hurt me. They'll screw me one way or another. It's what the bastards do." Michael spat.

"How sir?" Stavish asked.

"I don't know... but it will be bad. I can feel it coming." Michael grumbled.

...

~Later~

...

Michael and Stavish found their way to the department store, and they were standing in front of a display full of cell phones. Michael was quiet for a while as he studied the phones, so Stavish was helpful and pointed one out.

"I heard this one's pretty popular. It's got good reviews online." Stavish said.

She was pointing at the latest model of smart phone. Besides being expensive, it had just about every top of the line feature known to man. As an electronics tech, it appealed to Michael's nerdy side. But it wasn't what he was looking for.

"Hmm I think that's maybe a little much for Sherry. She wouldn't care about all the extra apps and stuff. Maybe this one." Michael said.

"Um, sir... that's something you buy your grandmother." Stavish said dryly.

"Exactly. The buttons are large, it has long battery life, and it's no frills. Sherry doesn't have the inclination to mess around with a super complex smart phone. Especially for her first one." Michael said.

"Wait... her first one? As in her first cell phone? Was she born on another planet or something?" Stavish asked.

"As a matter of fact... yes." Michael said simply.

...

"What?" Stavish coughed, stunned.

Michael plucked the phone off the shelf.

"So... she's ET or some shit?!" Stavish exclaimed.

Michael tilted his head and thought to himself.

"How would that even go? Greetings earthling, we cum in peace! Take us to your bedrooms!" Michael joked.

~SNORT~

"Hehe, yeah~" Stavish chuckled.

Michael slowly and exaggeratedly pointed upwards towards the ceiling.

"Cum slut phone home!" Michael said, monotone.

"HAHAHAHA! Yeah!" Stavish laughed.

He held up the box with the simple cell phone in it.

"And with this, now she can phone home. Or... me. Whatever~" Michael said, smiling wryly.

...

..

.

As he turned to walk away, he saw his companion's gaze being drawn away across the electronics department. There was a man about fifteen yards away browsing through some movies. She was staring straight at him, and there was a strange look in her eyes.

"You know him Stavish?" Michael asked quietly.

"Ye..yeah. He's um... well... " Stavish stammered.

"She's losing her cool again." Michael thought.

"He...I had a crush...and I... we... never had the nerve..." Stavish stammered.

To his amazement, he saw Stavish's cheeks slowly turn red as she continued stammering and becoming even more flustered.

"Huh. I guess even a Dullahan is a monster girl at heart." Michael thought.

...

"Well... go say hi. I'll wait." Michael encouraged.

"Oh no sir! I have a job to do and..." Stavish protested.

*POP

Michael reached out and plucked Stavish's head right off her body. Her headless body immediately flailed it's arms where her head had been moments before. A gush of magical energy left her neck, and her body slumped.

"Please put my head back sir... before my body..." Stavish tried to say.

"Before your body does what it really wants to do? Before it does what it should do? Sure, but your energy is already gone, so it won't do much good." Michael chuckled.

He gently placed her head back where it belonged, and then gave her a shove forward. That was the final straw, and the inertia carried her feet straight towards the guy on the other side of the electronics department. The man looked up just in time to see her lunge at him.

"WHOA!" The man cried.

The two went crashing down in a thunderous avalanche of dvd's and cheap usb cables. Stavish started kissing him frantically.

"Ah, another happy couple. Have a nice life... Specialist Stavish." Michael said, smiling.

Michael turned to leave, but noticed Stavish had dropped her M4. He picked it up and inspected it. It was the real thing. Fully automatic... as issued by the military. All the government markings were as clear as day, 'Property of US Govt M4 Carbine'.

"Hey Stavish you dropped your... uh." Michael said, pausing.

Stavish had already stripped off her clothes and was raping the guy she had jumped. A crowd had already formed around her, and many of them (the inma) were seemingly egging her on. Michael nodded and realized it was far too late. He glanced between her and the rifle.

"What if some little kid comes along and finds this while she's... um... doing that... ah hell this is all messed up! What was I thinking?" Michael thought.

Not wanting to leave a rifle around for just anyone to find, Michael slung it over his shoulder and walked to the front to pay and leave. A lot of people gave him strange and even fearful looks, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. They were all inma anyways, so he luckily never got in trouble. He just got out of there as fast as humanly possible and got that rifle out of sight so people wouldn't freak out.

...

..

.

It wasn't long before Michael got home. He walked in the door carrying a store bag in one hand and a rifle in the other. The first thing he noticed when looking through the door was how dark it was inside. The only illumination in the whole living room was candles. The air was filled with the smell of burning incense and perfume, and it made the atmosphere seem very intimate.

"Wow... she's really good at setting the mood. I could never do all this as well." Michael thought.

...

"Sherry? I'm baaAAA!" Michael exclaimed.

*Crackle WHOOSH

Michael had taken one step into the apartment and tripped some sort of magical booby trap. It teleported him instantly to the bedroom minus his clothes, where a certain lusty succubus was waiting for him. She was wearing a sexy little number made out of lace, which served no other purpose other than to amplify her already inhuman sex appeal. She was all over him.

"MMmmph!" Michael cried, muffled.

She locked lips with him, pressing her whole body against him as she assaulted his mouth with her tongue. When the situation clicked in Michael's brain, he realized he should probably be reciprocating. So that's what he did.

*Squeak!

Sherry squeaked, and moaned in pleasure as Michael's hands gently stroked the area around where her wings entered the small of her back. She answered by moving her mouth from his lips... and down to the nape of his neck.

"Oooohhhh..." Michael moaned.

He sank into the mattress, weighed down by Sherry's soft and warm body. Once again Sherry claimed victory, and had her way with his body.

...

..

.

"We... can't spend too much... time..." Michael gasped.

She paused what she was doing to his chest, and looked up into his eyes.

"Look at the clock." Sherry said.

She went back to playing with his body as he rolled his head over to look at the clock. It said 11:25 am.

...

11:25 am.

...

..

Still 11:25 am.

.

11:26 am...

"Why is the clock moving so slo..." Michael tried to ask.

*Squish!

Michael bucked as Sherry forced their hips together.

"Ahh~ You're back where you were supposed to be. Where you belong~" Sherry cooed.

Her hands were like vice grips as they clutched his wrists, her hips were like a vice. She wasn't about to let go.

"Oh god... you feel so good..." Michael moaned.

"So do you!" Sherry moaned.

...

After Sherry got done with him, it felt like an hour later. But looking at the clock showed it was only a few minutes later. Michael lay there reeling dizzily as Sherry grabbed his wrists and pinned them to either side of his head.

"I missed you sweetie. I missed you so much." Sherry said pouting.

"I was only gone a little while." Michael said softly.

"Every minute was excruciating. It felt like you were gone for years. I don't want to ever do that again." Sherry insisted.

She leaned down and planted kisses all over his chest.

"My heart wouldn't stop racing, my head throbbed, and I felt like crying. It was awful!" Sherry whimpered.

She squeezed his wrists even tighter.

"I'm never letting you leave me again!" Sherry insisted.

"I tried calling you when I left the parts store, but you didn't pick up." Michael said.

"No matter. I was watching you another way." Sherry said.

*Rattle

The mirror on the dresser dislodged itself and floated over to the bed, where they could see their own reflection.

"I saw everything you did." Sherry explained.

She let go of one of his wrists, and waved her fingers at the mirror. The image shimmered and shifted until it showed a ghostly image of the past.

...

"Please put my head back sir... before my body..."

"Before your body does what it really wants to do? Before it does what it should do? Sure, but your energy is already gone, so it won't do much good."

...

The voices echoed hauntingly from the mirror, as if from a distance.

"Now what am I ever going to do with you? Do you know what you've done?" Sherry asked.

Michael felt a pit form in his stomach.

"What did I screw up now?" Michael asked bitterly.

"Nothing sweetie. You've done something good, and I wish to praise you for it." Sherry reassured.

Michael tried moving his arm, but she instantly shot her hand down and pinned his wrist again. Not once did she stop smiling.

"We knights under Druella we have a system of goals and rewards. On this day, you have accomplished a big one." Sherry explained, grinning.

"O...kay?" Michael said.

Michael felt a bead of sweat slowly creep down his forehead. He wasn't liking where the conversation was going.

"I didn't do anything." Michael replied, a little too quickly.

Sherry tilted her head.

"Of course you did silly! Men are so valuable... that capturing a single one is an achievement of the highest regard!" Sherry insisted.

"Well I'll be sure to tell Stavish when I see her next..." Michael tried to say.

"Nope~! Why are you avoiding it? I saw what happened. You cannot deny it was your doing. And I'm proud of you!" Sherry cheered.

Sherry looked him over very carefully, head to toe.

"Now what shall I do to reward you?" Sherry wondered aloud.

...

"The better question would be... what would Druella do to reward you?" Sherry wondered aloud.

...

"The last time I did something of note, she gave me bigger breasts." Sherry added.

Michael fidgeted nervously.

"I could give you a bigger dick, but that's too obvious... and too cheap. You're going to get a bigger dick anyways when you become an incubus." Sherry pondered.

That caught Michael's attention.

...

..

.

While Sherry was pondering what to do, Michael's lips twitched. He had a question burning in his mind, and he was reluctant to ask. But ask he did. and it was a question that distracted her from one train of thought... and sent her down another.

"What is it like... becoming an incubus? What's going to happen?" Michael asked.

"Don't you know? I thought you read the Encyclopedia?" Sherry said, surprised.

"I did... but I..." Michael hesitated.

"You want to know more, is that so? Well, I'm not an incubus." Sherry said.

"I thought so." Michael said quietly.

...

"I am a succubus though, so I'm as close as it gets. So I'll tell you what it's like for us." Sherry offered.

She slid off him and helped him up, and sat him against a backrest of pillows. Then she grabbed the suitcase, which was suspiciously still empty.

...

As she folded clothes and packed them, she recounted her story.

"Druella took me to a dark place, where we wouldn't be disturbed. I was bound, hand and foot so that I might not flee. Even my rage could not grant me the strength to break those bonds." Sherry recounted.

...

"I remember very little of what was said, but I do remember the moment it happened. Her mana entered my body, creeping through my veins like a sheet of ice on a mountain. But unlike ice, I was burning like the fires of a thousand army campfires." Sherry recalled.

...

"I felt new thoughts enter my mind that I had never thought before. Regret. Longing. Nostalgia. Sadness. So much of my life, wasted following a false cause. So much regret, not doing the things that I needed to make me happy." Sherry recalled.

...

"And then I felt my mind drift to even more new thoughts. So many things I had missed out on as a woman, suddenly seemed so important. I wanted it. I wanted love. I wanted someone in my life. All those years alone... wasted. It made me sick." Sherry recalled.

...

"My body began to change, after my mind. It felt so wonderful~! Like being wrapped up in a warm blanket made of pure pleasure. All that weight was lifted off me. All the weight of being a human, of being mortal... gone." Sherry recalled, smiling.

...

When it was all over, I remember Druella bringing in a mirror. I couldn't believe it was me I was looking at. Every scar was gone, and my body had become the perfect representation of what my mind wanted. Flawless skin, perky breasts, and a beauty that could only be inhuman. The perfect body to get me a companion." Sherry recalled.

...

"I felt... powerful. Like I could do anything I wanted. But most of all, I felt freedom unlike any kind of freedom I had ever felt before. After swearing myself to Druella in exchange for her gift, I set out to revel in my new freedom." Sherry recalled.

...

"I want to share those feelings with everyone. Being an inma is far better than being a human, rest assured of that! But most of all, I want to share them with you. I want to show you just how happy and fulfilled I feel." Sherry finished.

...

..

.

"Wow." Michael said.

"Yes, wow indeed." Sherry agreed, smiling.

...

"So... what if I don't want to become an incubus?" Michael asked.

"Of course you do silly." Sherry replied a little too quickly.

Sherry's rapid response was almost completely blanked out by another equally quick response.

"Don't even think it boyo. You're gonna be an incubus, and that's that! Quit joking around!" Incubus Michael blurted loudly.

Sherry dropped a bundle of clothes in a heap and rounded the bed.

"After everything I just said, do you think you will be allowed to remain as a human?" Sherry said, smiling darkly.

"No." Michael said.

"Then don't ever suggest that again. What you just said right now was insane. There is nothing else I could use to describe it." Sherry said forcefully.

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

"I won't let you squirm out of it! It's the best thing that will have ever happened to you, and I won't let you deny yourself!" Sherry exclaimed.

"I was just asking out of curiosity! Honest!" Michael exclaimed.

...

..

.

"I see..." Sherry said quietly.

.

..

...

"Hmm, well... I don't think it's possible to avoid it with us being married. Even if we were to... *gulp... stop having sex, you would still be exposed to demonic energy just by being near me." Sherry explained.

"I see." Michael said.

"As we are now, it will take years before you become an incubus. And I'm powerful. Typically it takes decades. If you simply lived near me, you would be a very old man before it happened." Sherry reasoned.

"How many years are we talking?" Michael asked.

"As we are now, perhaps two or three. A normal inma would take twenty or thirty years to convert you... without extreme measures." Sherry said.

"And why can't you just continually bathe me in the stuff?" Michael asked.

"That's extremely wasteful, and it might harm you. Men require time to convert, unlike women. If I were to pump great amounts of demonic energy into you, I would have to wait a long time for your body and spirit to process it." Sherry explained.

...

"Like earlier. That amount of demonic energy will take a month or two to process." Sherry thought.

"In the MGE, it seems like Lilith and her daughters can turn men into incubi pretty quickly. So... if what you said is true..." Michael reasoned.

"How do they do it? I have no idea. There's some sorcery involved that is faaaar above my kin." Sherry said.

"So the safest and best way to turn me into an incubus... is to make lots of lovin." Michael reasoned.

"Yes." Sherry said.

...

"We need to do it more often." Michael suggested.

Sherry formed a massive grin.

"Now you're speaking my language!" Sherry exclaimed happily.

"If I had known you were going to pounce when I got home, I would have come home faster." Michael added.

She went back to packing, but she had a massive smile on her face. Not a normal smile, but a devious one. Michael wondered what she was plotting.

...

~Shortly Later~

...

*Nirrrrrowwww

Sherre shrank the suitcase, and stashed it in her purse. Michael didn't say a single word about it. He couldn't help but watch in fascination.

"All done packing sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

"Cool, now we can get..." Michael started to say.

He glanced at the clock, which was still moving at a crawl.

"What's with that anyways? Why is the clock moving so slow?" Michael asked.

"Oh... that. Um... well... since we moved the world back one day, I have some small control over how fast time moves. But just for today, and just things in this room." Sherry said.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers, and the clock began moving at a normal pace.

...

"Oh! I almost forgot the clothes you left at the door! I'll go get them!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael watched as she marched out of the bedroom towards the living room.

...

..

.

"Oh shit! I left that M4 out there!" Michael thought suddenly.

He slid off the bed and went to go follow her, but she reappeared at the bedroom door. Bundled up under one arm was all his clothes, but in her other hand was the M4. The muzzle swept right across his torso.

"NO!" Michael barked.

He grabbed the muzzle and redirected it, and it wasn't a moment too soon.

*BRAAAAAT

The fully automatic M4 service rifle stitched a line of holes starting at the wall right above the headboard of the bed, upwards and to the right, and ending right at the union between the brick wall and ceiling. The muzzle blast was directly next to his head.

*CLACK

Michael roughly ripped the rifle out of her hands, his eyes wide. But nowhere near as wide as hers.

.

..

...

~A Few Minutes Later~

...

Sherry was on her knees, her head hung low as she bowed, prostrating before him.

"I beg forgiveness of thee!" Sherry cried formally.

Michael was busy ripping the magazine out of the rifle and clearing the chamber, all while desperately trying to control his temper. He failed.

"WHAT DID I FRACKING TELL YOU? DON'T TOUCH MY FIREARMS DAMN IT!" Michael bellowed.

*Gulp

He swallowed, took a breath, and tried to lower his voice. He was expecting sirens at any moment, and the last thing he needed was a domestic dispute charge on top of it. They might even accuse him of trying to kill her.

"The whole neighborhood will have heard that! We're in trouble!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry forced her head even lower, her whole body trembling.

"I warded the walls against sound!" Sherry blubbered.

! ! !

Realizing what she meant, Michael rushed to the wall and jammed his fingers in the holes. None of them were full penetrations. None of the projectiles had made it through the brick wall. So nobody outside was ever put in danger, much to his utter relief.

*Sigh

...

His head clunked against the wall. Dust from the pulverized brick rained down on his shoulders.

"You freaking retard." Michael muttered.

"Yes!" Sherry blurted.

He slowly turned and advanced on her, the empty M4 still clutched in his hand.

"You almost killed me, you freaking retard!" Michael bellowed.

"Yyyes!" Sherry warbled.

"You're always going on about protecting me, and you damn near killed me! You moron!" Michael continued berating.

Sherry whimpered, but said nothing. She wasn't about to start making excuses. Knights don't make excuses for failure.

"You never EVER point a firearm at something you don't intend to destroy! Got that?" Michael barked.

"YES!" Sherry cried.

...

Michael felt a shiver go up his spine, and he felt the familiar presence of his alter ego.

"Punish her. I know you know how." Incubus Michael said.

...

Michael gritted his teeth, still clenching the M4.

"Get on your feet." Michael hissed.

Sherry slowly rose up to her feet, keeping her eyes firmly planted low. Michael stepped towards her... and much to her surprise, shoved the M4 in her hands.

"Now you do as I say..." Michael ordered.

...

..

.

Outside, Michael lay on the hood of the Duster with a drink and a bag of chips. His eyes followed Sherry as she ran around the car, holding the M4 high over her head.

"Run faster!" Michael ordered.

"Yes sir!" Sherry cried.

Around and around she went, running in repeated circles around the car. Michael began to hear her breathing heavily.

...

Right around then, a familiar face strolled up. It was Stavish. She walked up on the strange scene, her eyes wide.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Stavish asked.

"Hey Stavish. Pull up a seat and relax. I've got chips." Michael offered.

Stavish's eyes followed Sherry as she ran by again. By then, the succubus knight was clearly straining. Despite being strong, her body wasn't designed to run at top speed in circles while holding an M4 high over her head.

"That's my M4! What the hell!?" Stavish exclaimed.

"Yeah. We had a little accident, so I'm punishing her... military style." Michael recounted.

...

Stavish plopped down on the hood of the car next to Michael, and snaked her hand into the bag of chips.

"Aren't you worried about making a scene in front of your house?" Stavish asked.

"Nope. I had Sherry cast a ward before she started running. It blocks out anyone but inma and myself from seeing." Michael said.

*Crunch

"Hmm... convenient." Stavish said, mouth full.

...

"So what happened?" Stavish asked.

"Negligent discharge. She stitched a line of holes up the wall of our bedroom." Michael said, mouth full.

"Oh shit! I'm glad you're okay sir!" Stavish said, mouth full.

"Actually not really. I'm completely deaf in my left ear." Michael said.

Their eyes tracked Sherry as she ran by again.

"I'm sorry sir. This is my fault. I shouldn't have lost control at the department store." Stavish said apologetically.

"You only did that because I made you... so let it go." Michael said dismissively.

Stavish watched as Sherry ran by again.

"Damn. *Shudder... this brings back memories of boot camp." Stavish said, shivering.

...

"So this really proves that I should give you some formal firearm training sir." Stavish offered.

"Just for her. I don't need it." Michael said.

"I beg to differ sir." Stavish said.

Michael glanced over at her sideways.

"I lied when you asked me if I knew how to shoot." Michael said.

"...oh." Stavish said quietly.

"I learned to shoot just like every other kid who's reached the age of reason." Michael said.

"Age of... wait... that's seven years old!" Stavish said.

"Yep. That was a good day. My old man was a real bastard, but when I turned seven he took me out with an SKS and had me blasting bean cans. That's one of the few good memories I have as a kid." Michael said.

"Sir... I'm not saying you're wrong, but most people don't teach their kids to shoot at seven years old." Stavish said.

"Oh yeah? What is it then? Five years old? A little young, but doable I suppose." Michael said.

...

"No sir. I think most families wait until they older... if they do it at all." Stavish said.

Michael scoffed.

"Well that's just dumb. Marksmanship is a mandatory life skill. How the heck else are you supposed to bring in rabbits for dinner? Trapping? Frack that!" Michael insisted.

He pointed at Sherry as she ran by once again.

"Her on the other hand... she grew up in a world where they use bows and arrows to hunt. That's what makes sense to her, not a rifle." Michael said.

"So she didn't know to keep her booger hook off the blammo button." Stavish said dryly.

"Exactly!" Michael exclaimed.

...

..

.

"So... why did you lie to me sir?" Stavish asked.

"I didn't know who you were. The less you knew, the safer I was." Michael said.

...

"That was a wise move sir. I would have done the same." Stavish noted.

...

"You've been shooting your whole life? What are you qualified on?" Stavish asked.

"Pistols and rifles. Although I'm better with a rifle." Michael said.

"Everyone's better with a rifle. But what kind of qualifications do you actually have?" Stavish asked.

"I went to Camp Perry for the high powered rifle matches." Michael said.

Stavish pulled away and looked him over, her eyebrow raised high on her forehead.

"Whoa! How did you do?" Stavish exclaimed.

"I did alright. Didn't win though." Michael said dismissively.

...

"I know some guys in my unit who went to Camp Perry, but they got completely wasted right away." Stavish said.

"Yeah. It's pretty tough. Especially for the service rifle specification." Michael said.

Stavish's eyebrow raised even more. She had all sorts of new respect for Michael Collins... the man she had assumed to be nothing more than a nerd with a nice car.

...

..

.

"So, can I have my rifle back please?" Stavish asked.

"...yeah." Michael said, sighing.

Sherry was just rounding the car again for the hundredth time, the rifle still diligently held high over her head.

"Freeze!" Michael barked.

Sherry skidded to a stop, literally freezing in place.

"Okay Stavish, it's all yours." Michael said.

She hopped off the hood of the car, grabbed the rifle, and tried to pull it out of Sherry's hands.

"She won't let go sir." Stavish said.

"Let it go!" Michael ordered.

Sherry forced her cramped fingers apart, and Stavish took her rifle.

"If that's all sir, I'll be leaving." Stavish said.

"Yeah... sure you are. After you wipe out my whole bag of chips." Michael joked.

They laughed, and Stavish wandered off down the street.

...

..

.

"So, are you ready for your punishment to really begin?" Michael asked.

Sherry visibly wilted a little, but she didn't say a word.

"You're going to fix those holes in the wall, you get me?" Michael ordered.

"Yes master!" Sherry whimpered.

...

Michael's expression got very hard in an instant. He jumped off the hood of the car and got right up in her face. Which wasn't hard to do since he was a head taller than her.

"You're never going to call me that again. Do you understand?" Michael warned .

His voice was quiet, and dangerous. It made Sherry shiver even more.

"Yes sir." Sherry said obediently.

...

"Now, as I was saying... you're going to fix those holes when we get back from Vegas." Michael said.

"We're still going?!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Yeah. Now get your stuff and get in the freaking car." Michael said gruffly.

"YAY! THANK YOU SWEETIE!" Sherry cheered happily.

She jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a kiss right on his lips. He stood there stiffly.

...

She pulled away a little, her smile fading a bit.

"Do you think I'm not pissed at you all of a sudden?" Michael asked.

She instantly pulled her arms away and bowed her head slightly, avoiding his eyes again.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll do as you command." Sherry said, warbling.

She quickly hustled up the stairs, leaving Michael there to ponder.

"I wonder if I went too far." Michael thought.

...

"No. She nearly killed me. I had to do something, or it would have been a divide between us forever. Now I need to... forgive." Michael thought.

...

~Later~

...

Michael checked his emails on his computer, and planned out the drive to Vegas. Tucked away in his inbox was a congratulations from the college and an invitation to go to the graduation ceremony. He deleted the email, and closed his inbox. After printing out some directions to Vegas, he shut his computer down.

"Now that I have my degree, I can start looking for a job. Sweet!" Michael thought.

Michael leaned over and snatched up the bag he had left on the floor and opened it. Inside was Sherry's new cell phone, which he unwrapped and set up. At the same time, Michael got on his phone and sent Alistair a message.

"Hey, Sherry told me you made it to town alright. Call me. I'm going out of town." Michael messaged.

Michael waited a moment for a reply, saw nothing, and slipped his phone into his pocket.

...

"I'm all ready sweetie!" Sherry said cheerfully.

Michael turned in his seat to observe Sherry, who quickly put a slender hand over her mouth.

"Oh, I uh... I mean we're all packed sir." Sherry corrected.

Michael sighed, and stretched out his arms towards her.

"Come here." Michael said gently.

Sherry came forth, and fell into his embrace. He squeezed her tight, and gently stroked her soft hair.

"I can't stay mad at you." Michael said.

Sherry smiled and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.

"Can I kiss you?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded. Sherry moved in instantly, her soft supple lips pressing against his. Her tongue sliding into his mouth. Her kiss was extra lewd, and it lingered longer than normal before she pulled away.

"Sweetie..." Sherry moaned.

She went in for seconds, her lips frantically sucking on his. He squeezed her arm, and she pulled away.

"I don't like the emotional rollercoaster." Michael said quietly.

"The what?" Sherry asked.

"First we're on good terms, then we're fighting, then we're on good terms again. I don't like it." Michael said.

...

"You're right. Especially today... for some reason." Sherry said.

...

They looked at each other, and they both seemed to come to a resolution at the same time.

"Let's stop fighting today. Let's get through today without any more fights." Michael suggested.

"Agreed. We will simply refuse to fight." Sherry said.

She hugged him again, a massive smile etched across her face. They remained there in each other's arms for a while, but eventually Michael felt her stroking the side of his head.

"I heard you speak with that dullahan. Are you truly deaf in your left ear?" Sherry asked quietly.

"Well... it hasn't stopped ringing. You did dump half a magazine with the muzzle RIGHT next to my ear." Michael said.

*Whoosh!

*Crackle

Sherry used her healing magic, cupping her hand over his left ear. Slowly but surely, the ringing died down. After she was sure his hearing had returned, she gently leaned close and placed her lips to his ear.

*whisper...whisper...

She pulled away, and smiled as she looked down at his instant raging hard on.

"I see you heard me." Sherry giggled.

...

~Shortly Later~

...

Michael closed the car door, and swept his arm around to catch the seatbelt.

"Okay." Michael said.

"Okay." Sherry repeated.

...

..

"Is there anything else we need to get out of the way before we can leave?" Michael asked.

"Not that I can think of." Sherry said.

"No more fighting, chaos, or drama?" Michael asked.

"Surely not. We're not going to fight." Sherry said.

...

*Pumppumppump

*Whiiirririririririr

*BRAAAA

Michael threw the car in reverse and rolled away from the apartment. Before long, they were on the main street, waiting at a stoplight. He took that opportunity to pull out Sherry's cell phone and plug it into the solitary cigarette lighter port in the Duster.

"What's that?" Sherry asked, curious.

"It's your brand new cell phone. I bought it for you so you wouldn't have to take mine all the time." Michael said.

Sherry jerked wildly and let out a shocked squeal.

"You bought a gift?! For me!? Oh sweetie!" Sherry squealed in joy.

She practically launched herself across the width of the Duster, planting countless rapid fire kisses all over his face. He struggled to peel her off.

"Gah! Stop it! Sit on your side of the car for fricks sake! The light's about to turn green!" Michael blurted.

"Aww sweetie, don't be a prude. Stick your tongue out~" Sherry cooed.

*HONK

Someone honked at them, and Michael finally managed to push her back to the right side of the car. He slammed it into gear and got the car moving as quick as he could, all while feeling a pair of lustful devilish eyes boring a hole in his soul. Or perhaps his pants.

"Hehe~ First you do a good deed, then you get me a gift. And on top of it all... I owe you for doing something foolish. You've earned a great reward indeed!" Sherry remarked.

Michael glanced at her quickly, making sure not to distract himself from the road too much.

"You're still on about that? Just let it go please." Michael said.

"~Nope~" Sherry insisted.

Sherry pointed down at his crotch, which sported a large bulge.

"I know you want it~" Sherry said, grinning.

...

Desperate to change the subject, Michael's brain twirled as he looked for something else to talk about.

...

"What are you wearing? I thought you were going to wear that cute miniskirt number." Michael commented.

What Sherry was wearing seemed to be identical to what she had been wearing when Michael and her had first met, on that fateful night. It was a combination of traditional succubus attire, and the remnants of her old armor as a knight. Her sword was even visible at her waist.

"Yes indeed, these are my traveling clothes. Do you not own any armor?" Sherry asked, tilting her head.

She asked that question as if she were stating the obvious.

...

..

.

"Well... no." Michael said.

"Hmm... we will need to visit a blacksmith in the near future to get you fitted. Preferably someone who makes enchanted armor, like this." Sherry said.

"Nobody around here makes enchanted armor." Michael said dryly.

"Oh? No matter. My wards will protect you until we go to my world, where I'll have you fitted. Immediately." Sherry said, shrugging.

...

"I wonder what a blacksmith from her world would think of ballistic rifle plates." Michael thought.

...

"I see you do not like my traveling clothes. I shall change." Sherry said suddenly.

She started peeling off her clothes right there in the car.

"Whoa whoa whoa! They're fine! Don't change here!" Michael exclaimed.

"Hmm...? It doesn't bother me. But if it bothers you..." Sherry said.

*Crackle WHOOSH!

"Sherry!" Michael cried.

She disappeared from the passenger seat, her seatbelt collapsing limply in her seat.

Michael immediately started slowing down and shifting lanes. He was going to do a u-turn to head back to the apartment.

"Hey! Don't turn around!" Sherry shouted, muffled.

"Wha? Where the hell are you?" Michael blurted.

"In the trunk! Keep going!" Sherry shouted, muffled.

Michael switched lanes again and accelerated, getting back up to speed with the rest of the sparse traffic.

...

..

.

*Crackle WHOOSH!

Sherry reappeared in the passenger seat, her finger on her chin and a devious smile on her lips.

"How about this sweetie?" Sherry asked.

She had changed into a very slutty looking skin tight black vinyl skirt, that was just barely long enough to cover anything. Her blouse was nearly a corset, with cords on the front which barely contained her straining breasts. She waved her arm and several metal loops jingled on her arm. Of course she had her famous hip boots, complete with extra high heels. On her ears were two slutty looking earrings which bore the evil eye of Lilith.

"What do you think sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"You look like a cheap harlot." Michael said.

"Aww, thank you~! That's exactly what I was going for!" Sherry cooed.

"We're going to be driving for hours. Is that comfortable?" Michael said.

"Oh yes. It's so tight, it's squeezing me in just the right way. I love it~ If anything... I wonder if you are comfortable." Sherry said.

As she spoke, she eyed Michael incredulously. Michael looked himself over. He was wearing a pair of P.F. Fliers, BDU's, and a t shirt. He shrugged.

"What's wrong with this?" Michael asked.

"It doesn't do much for accentuating your body sweetie." Sherry said.

"I'm a guy. There's nothing to accentuate." Michael said dryly.

"Of course there is sweetie. Your broad shoulders, your strong arms, and your nice ass." Sherry said seductively.

She hummed and grinned lewdly.

"And your sword...~" Sherry added.

She slipped her hand between his legs and gave it a gentle squeeze. Sherry trilled in delight at the look on his face when her fingers clenched. His pants suddenly felt unbearably tight.

"Can I suck your dick?" Sherry asked.

"No! We're driving!" Michael exclaimed.

"Aww... but I want to suck it~!" Sherry pouted.

Michael felt that odd presence appear, signaling the arrival of his doppelganger.

"Don't say no boyo. Don't say no." Incubus Michael said.

...

..

.

"This is going to be a LONG drive. Alright, you can do it." Michael grumbled.

"YAY! Thank you sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

She stuck her hand in her purse and produced a strip of ribbon, which she proceeded to tie around her neck.

"Hey sweetie, watch this." Sherry said.

She expertly opened up his pants, being very careful not to get in the way of his driving of the Duster. His thing sprang up, dang near poking her in the eye.

"Oooohhh... you're so hard~." Sherry said, cooing.

And then she proceeded to deep throat him all in one swallow, easily snapping the ribbon off her throat.

*SWERVE

"Oh shit!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry popped off him and grabbed whatever was in reach to keep from sliding around. Michael got the car under control... and looked in his mirrors to see if he ran anyone off the road. He didn't.

"Okay I'm sorry, but you can't do that. Not while I'm driving. You feel too damn good." Michael shuddered.

"Butbut... I want to suck it..." Sherry pouted.

"And I don't want to die in a fiery crash." Michael said.

There was a long silence, filled with nothing else other than the sound of the engine and Michael driving.

"I...have an idea." Sherry said.

She raised her magic filled hand and waved it over his lower half.

...

"Um... so what did you do?" Michael asked.

"I'm going to touch you. Be warned." Sherry said.

She lowered her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. And then... nothing.

"What the heck? I can't feel a thing!" Michael exclaimed.

"That's right. I cast a spell which has paused your ability to feel pleasure." Sherry explained.

*Stroke

*Stroke

*Squeeze

*Stroke

"I can feel you touching me, but it's not... wow... that's weird." Michael said.

"Can you drive the Duster safely now, while I have my way with you?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah! That's a pretty slick idea of yours! Go right ahead!" Michael said enthusiastically.

And in that fashion, Sherry went back to deep throating Michael, without running the risk of getting in a car accident. Michael liked the idea because he knew that as Sherry played with his body, he was slowly getting closer and closer to being an incubus. Little did he know that there would be a drawback to that spell of hers. Simply put... it's impossible for a man to escape a succubus's pleasure in the end.

.

..

...

The two of them cruised through town. Despite what Sherry was doing to his lower half, he found himself able to drive the car as if she wasn't even there.

"Where is all the military? I figured the place would be on lockdown by now." Michael said.

Sherry pulled her mouth off his member, making a lewd squishing sound in the process.

"The army tried very hard to regain control, but it was all in vain. Little do they understand the power of demonic energy." Sherry said.

"And now what are they up to?" Michael asked.

"I know not. They were driven from this city." Sherry said.

"Where the hell was I when all this happened?" Michael asked sharply.

"You were passed out in a puddle of our combined cum." Sherry said casually.

...

"Uh... huh..." Michael said slowly.

...

*SQUISH

She went back to sucking.

...

..

.

~Later~

Sherry hummed in delight as Michael punched it and merged onto the freeway. There was no sign of any army national guard, but Michael did notice a couple cop cars parked on the side of the road with suspiciously familiar police officers inside.

...

He hadn't seen it himself yet, but he had guessed correctly that there would have been a roadblock. The soldiers who would have been in the blockade were in the nearby houses getting their brains fucked out by their new wives, or were new born inma. Their vehicles lay abandoned on the side of the road.

...

Michael couldn't help but slow down a little near those abandoned military vehicles. It struck him with awe at how those imposing armored vehicles which had struck fear in his heart not long ago, were being used by children as glorified play grounds. Even that imposing Abrams MBT had a kid swinging off that massive cannon barrel like a jungle gym. When Michael looked down to Sherry questioningly, she returned it with a victorious and slightly smug grin.

"I told you there was nothing to fear sweetie~. Those soldiers are now my knights, and they serve me." Sherry said softly.

"Just don't get anyone killed." Michael said.

"No. Just destroyed sexually." Sherry reassured.

...

"Just pretend I'm a great and powerful matchmaker." Sherry added.

"I'm cool with that." Michael said.

"I'm glad~" Sherry said happily.

She drew a line with her finger down his chest towards his belly button.

"We are mamono. Our weapon is sex, and we've honed it into a fine weapon. The perfect weapon. It does no collateral damage, but it cannot be resisted." Sherry said.

"No kidding." Michael said.

"And I'm sure when you summoned me, you thought that it would be nice to have that weapon directed on yourself~" Sherry said, chuckling.

"To be perfectly honest, the thought didn't really cross my mind. I really was just fed up with how men and women treat each other around here." Michael said.

"So you think the mamono race does things better?" Sherry asked, eyes glinting.

"Yeah." Michael confirmed.

...

..

.

~Fifteen Minutes Later~

.

"What's going on? It's like a parking lot out here. Was there an accident?" Michael wondered aloud.

Sherry scowled. Pulling herself upright, she sat back on her side of the car.

"Tch... two blockades." Sherry hissed.

"I can't see any... wait... yep you're right. There's a checkpoint up there. It looks like this one is border patrol." Michael said, leaning out the window.

...

"And military too. Looks like they're both here." Michael noted.

Sherry was clearly displeased, and even disgusted by the situation.

"I see these fools will take more to defeat than a mere couple of battles!" Sherry hissed.

She tapped her finger on her sword, seemingly getting ready to hop out of the car and attack them. But she paused, and a light bulb went off in her head.

"How would you handle these cretins? Would you send me out there, sword in hand? Or perhaps you would call for help from our followers? Tell me." Sherry asked.

Michael sank back in his seat as his imagination began running away... envisioning what it would look like if Sherry hopped out of the car and attacked the blockade.

...

Both a good possible ending and a bad possible ending crossed his mind.

...

"Um... I think that maybe you should stay here." Michael said.

She produced a slip of paper, with a phone number written on it.

"Here is the means to summon our followers, if you choose that." Sherry said.

...

Michael was silent as he took the slip of paper. It was clearly an out of state phone number, probably a cell phone which belonged to a soldier who had been corrupted. Possibly Stavish, or someone from her unit.

...

His eyes darted between the line of cars, and his rear view mirror. He had spotted a border patrol agent walking along the line of cars, peering through the windows to inspect the occupants.

"They're looking for inma." Sherry noted.

Michael glanced at her questioningly, and she gestured towards a flashing road sign up ahead.

...

~All Female Travelers Must Submit To Inspection~

...

"Bastards." Michael spat quietly.

"What do you wish to do?" Sherry repeated.

"Okay, I have an idea... turn invisible until that guy passes." Michael said.

"As you command my love." Sherry said.

Michael watched as Sherry was engulfed in a cloud of black energy, and she disappeared right along with the cloud. He glanced forward and moved the Duster, and then looked back at her seat. He cussed.

"That's no good. You're leaving a heart shaped dent in the seat." Michael said.

Sherry reappeared and shook her head. Michael looked in the side mirror and saw that soldier getting closer.

"Okay, new plan. Listen up..." Michael said.

...

..

.

~A Few Minutes Later~

.

As the DHS officer passed by Michael's Duster and glanced in, Michael smiled and waved back at him. The officer looked in the front and back windows, and then moved on. Michael sighed, but the sweat continued to pour off his brow.

"Shit... this was a horrible idea." Michael murmured.

He wiped at the sweat on his brow and tried to play it cool. Michael wasn't exactly the type of person to go against the law, so he was nervous as all hell. He was weird like that... he hated police but he had no police record. He was nervous of the military even though he had adopted much of the military's ways into his own life. Perhaps it was respect, or perhaps he was just skittish. He didn't know why.

...

..

.

He pulled the car up to the checkpoint, and a border patrol agent walked to his door. Standing behind him was a cluster of more DHS agents and military, all eyeing him up.

"Are you a US citizen?" The officer asked.

"Yes ss sss ssir." Michael stammered.

"Where are you going?" The officer asked.

Michael pointed forward.

"That www way." Michael stammered.

"Okay, where are you coming from?" The officer asked.

Michael jacked his thumb over his shoulder.

"From thththttthere." Michael stammered.

The officer noticed that Michael had full blown adrenaline shakes, and that was the last straw.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to pull off over there." The officer said, pointing.

...

..

.

And that was how Michael wound up against a wall with his hands on his head, while getting frisked and having his car torn apart. A dozen of them descended on the Duster and opened every door, trunk, glove box, hood, and anywhere else that could possibly hide a person or contraband. They found nothing. When they frisked him, they took anything they found. Wallet, keys, pocket knife, phone, and of course... his Beretta. After the checked him out, they had him sit cross legged with his hands on his head as they continued checking his Duster. He was helpless to do anything but watch as car after car drove by, with everyone in those cars staring at him like he had done something wrong.

"I remember those looks. It's the same look everyone gave me when I was fat." Michael thought.

...

"Everyone except Sherry." Michael thought.

Eventually they finished checking the car, and they sloppily threw everything back inside. One of the soldiers came over to talk to Michael.

"We're sorry about this Mr. Collins, but we hope you understand. You were acting very suspicious." The soldier said.

"Give me my stuff back." Michael shot.

So the soldier lead Michael over to a table where all his things were. He immediately grabbed all his things and returned them to his pockets. His pistol was there as well, but one of the soldiers or agents had unloaded it and removed all the cartridges from his magazines. He grabbed all of it as quickly as he could and made a beeline for his car. That soldier followed him.

...

Once Michael jumped in his car, started it, and had it lined up to leave... he leaned out the window and looked that soldier right in the eyes.

"You guys are assholes." Michael spat.

*BRAAAAAAA

*AAAAA

*AAAAAAA

*SQUEEEEAAAAALLLLL

*AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Michael did a massive burnout, filling the entire area with thick tire smoke. All the agents, soldiers, and anyone else who was in the area hacked and coughed from the pungent smoke. When it cleared, Michael and the Duster were long gone. All that was left was two strips of smoldering tire patch as long as a city block.

...

~Later~

...

Michael waited until they were far away from that checkpoint, and didn't have anyone following them. Looking down at himself, he spoke.

"Okay Sherry, you can come out now." Michael said.

*Crackle WHOOSH!

Sherry reappeared sitting in the passenger seat, full sized and in her full succubus glory.

"That was a good idea sweetie, making me hide while shrunken. Your wisdom surprises me once again!" Sherry praised.

"I'm just glad we didn't get caught. I'm amazed they didn't find you hiding in my pants." Michael said.

"When they patted you down, they probably felt my body and mistook it for a large endowment." Sherry said, smiling.

"Uh... yeah... I guess..." Michael said, uncertain.

Sherry placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye, even if he was looking towards the road.

"When we return, I shall destroy that roadblock." Sherry said firmly.

"Sherry I don't want..." Michael started to say.

She squeezed his shoulder harder, her slender fingers digging in.

"They weren't nice to you at all, and they're trying to hunt inma. I cannot abide this." Sherry said firmly.

"Even if they were a little rough, that's no excuse to go hurt them back. I got them pretty good with that burnout." Michael said.

"It's not enough. I know you... and I know you didn't do enough." Sherry said.

"I did enough." Michael insisted.

*WHAM

"No! It's not enough I say! I shall descend upon them with an army of a thousand!" Sherry cried, smacking the dash.

Michael flinched.

"Oh okay she's pissed. Um... what do I do?" Michael thought.

Sherry slid across the seat and wrapped her arms around him. Her next words were very soft and gentle.

"I'm sorry to startle you sweetie. You've already had too much stress from that awful roadblock." Sherry said soothingly.

She petted at Michael and whispered sweet words in his ear as they motored along.

"Maybe she'll be calmed down by the time we get home. I hope!" Michael thought.

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~Several hours later...~

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It was late at night, and Michael pulled up to a gas station. He parked next to one of the pumps. The 440 big block sputtered and fell silent, and Michael quietly removed the keys. The door of the car creaked open and he put one foot out the door. The freezing cold desert air stung his hands and face.

"Hey. Sherry. Wake up." Michael said softly.

His hand gently laid on Sherry's shoulder and shook her, and her eyes flicked open.

"Sweetie? Where are we?" Sherry asked, yawning.

"A little town called Kingman, right on the Nevada/Arizona state border." Michael explained.

She looked confused as she looked around with her bleary eyes. There wasn't much to see, other than an empty gas station and garish street lights. The entire town was already sound asleep.

"What? I thought we were in a place called Show Low." Sherry recounted.

"You were drifting off right around then, and fell asleep." Michael recounted.

Sherry stretched and yawned again.

"What hour is it?" Sherry asked sleepily.

"Midnight. We should get to a hotel in Vegas by around 2 AM." Michael said.

He patted her shoulder and smiled.

"We've got a ways to go, but we're sucking fumes. Keep an eye on the car, kay?" Michael asked kindly.

Sherry was awake in an instant and reached out with her hand, but she just barely missed grabbing Michael's coat. He stepped out and started walking towards the gas station while reaching for his wallet. Sherry caught up to him and clapped a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Hey wait a moment! Where do you think you are going all of a sudden? I demand an explanation!" Sherry said firmly.

"I just said we need gas." Michael said, stating the obvious.

"I care not! You tried to run off without me! You've already forgotten our agreement!" Sherry accused.

Michael groaned and shook his head.

"I'm just going to be right there okay? See that glass window? I'll be right on the other side." Michael reassured.

Sherry squinted, suspicious.

"I don't like this." Sherry said, frowning.

"Maybe I shouldn't have woken her up." Michael thought.

"What if you run into danger? What will you do then?" Sherry asked sharply.

"I'll yell ~help~ as loud as I can." Michael said sarcastically.

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Slowly a devilish smile formed on her face.

"Very well. So be it." Sherry said, grinning.

Michael was suspicious of her sudden change of heart, but didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He turned and went into the gas station.

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Michael walked into the gas station and handed the cashier a couple twenties. A few moments later, he walked right back out towards the car. Sherry was standing by the car staring longingly towards the station, and immediately perked up as soon as he got closer.

"See? Here I am. Everything's fine. I told you nothing bad would happen." Michael said.

"I am happy you returned safely." Sherry murmured.

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~A Couple Minutes Later~

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Michael showed her how to pump gasoline, and gave a brief explanation of what gasoline was. The two of them leaned against the car and waited for the fuel to pump, and Michael yawned.

"Are you fatigued my love?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded, still yawning.

"You needn't push yourself sweetie." Sherry fretted.

"I'll grab some coffee when I go back into the station for my change." Michael said.

"Go back?! Again?!" Sherry blurted.

"Like I said, I'll be right there on the other side of that window. You'll be able to see me the whole time I'm there." Michael reassured, yawning.

And with that, Michael finished pumping the gas and headed inside for his change.

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Michael retrieved his change from the cashier, and went to the bathroom without really thinking about it. Just as he walked back out, something occurred to him.

"Oh... shit I forgot I was supposed to be visible from the window." Michael thought.

He looked around the store, but Sherry hadn't come in after him.

"Maybe she didn't notice." Michael thought.

So he found himself walking around the store aisles, heading towards the coffee. Much to his horror, he discovered the pots were empty.

"Uh oh. Now what? An energy drink I guess." Michael murmured.

He headed for the drinks, looking them over quickly before grabbing one. He didn't even notice his transition from thinking to murmuring out loud.

"I wonder if this trip to Vegas will get Sherry to chill out a little. Maybe stop being so paranoid." Michael murmured thoughtfully.

Michael fell silent as he browsed the gas station shelves, looking for a quick snack to go with his drink. He snagged a chocolate bar for Sherry, just in case she was upset he left her sight.

"I suppose that whole thing with getting stabbed didn't help..." Michael murmured thoughtfully.

*Crackle WHOOSH

Michael jumped as a burst of magical energy detonated behind him, followed by the sound of clacking heels and the scraping sound of a sword being drawn. A powerful hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back into a protective embrace.

"Where is the danger?!" Sherry cried.

Michael flinched as Sherry's sword whizzed dangerously close to him. The hand that was holding him was swirling in destructive magic. She was at the absolute pinnacle of combat readiness, and Michael completely misread the situation.

"Wait hold on! You don't need to cast any crazy spells or curses on me or anything! I'm sorry!" Michael blurted fearfully.

"What are you going on about?" Sherry spat, annoyed.

"I just had to take a piss!" Michael blurted.

...

"What? Whatever, I don't care. Where's the danger?" Sherry repeated.

She continued surveying the small gas station very carefully, keeping her weapons at the ready. The attendant was cowering behind the counter in fear.

"Look I'm not in any danger. I don't need any help..." Michael tried to say.

*Crackle WHOOSH

Sherry disappeared in a flash, her arm no longer holding him and her sword no longer hovering an inch from his cheek.

*BOOM!

She reappeared an instant later, right in front of him. She was so close that they were practically hugging, and their limbs got all tangled up.

"WHOA!" They both cried.

*CRASH

*BOOM

*CRUNCH

The both tumbled into a display, and the whole thing crashed to the ground. Inventory fell everywhere, and they were covered in junk food and candy bars. And Sherry couldn't care less.

"So there is no danger. What a relief!" Sherry said happily.

"What the heck?! Why'd you teleport again?" Michael grunted.

Sherry smiled and pressed down on him, pinning him to the floor.

"You said the magic word~" Sherry said cheerfully.

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Michael squirmed around under Sherry's body, trying to get free. She held him tight, while slipping her hand between their bodies.

*Grope

"No way! Stop it! No!" Michael cried.

"You say that word far too often. I'd like it much better if you said ~yes~." Sherry said.

"Here!? In public?!" Michael said, flustered.

"Why not? And besides, let's just say that you are... prodding... me on." Sherry giggled.

Sherry and Michael both looked down, and sure enough Michael was hard as a rock and prodding her in the thigh.

"How exciting! Our first time in public!" Sherry cheered.

"NononononoMMPH!" Michael tried to say.

Sherry clapped her hand on his mouth.

"I told you I don't like that word." Sherry said, releasing his mouth.

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"Help!" Michael cried.

*Crackle WHOOSH!

Sherry teleported as soon as he said that magic word. He knew there would be a split second to react, so he started rolling as soon as her body weight was lifted off him. When she reappeared again, she was surprised and disorientated enough that he was able to shove her out of the way and scramble to his feet.

"You trickster!" Sherry cried.

Michael quickly grabbed his drink and snacks, and rushed to the cashier before Sherry could attack again. She propped her head up with her arm and pouted, and sighed in defeat.

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~Shortly Later~

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Michael shuffled out of the store with his head hung in shame as the cashier's eyes bored holes in the back of his head. Sherry followed close behind. The damage to the store was slowly correcting itself, thanks to a little spell cast by Sherry.

*Pumfh

The gas station doors slid shut with a dull thud, and Sherry started talking immediately.

"Would you like to make love now sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"No." Michael said quietly.

"You said it again!" Sherry blurted.

He glanced around and thanked god that the gas station was completely empty that late at night. They got to the car and Michael slid behind the wheel. Sherry got in, but didn't seem to care about buckling in. All her attention was focused on Michael.

"How about a tail job?" Sherry asked.

"No." Michael said quietly.

"I hate that word!" Sherry hissed.

Michael started the car, but didn't drive away. He turned and waved a chocolate bar at Sherry.

"If I give you this, will you stop pestering me?" Michael asked.

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Sherry plucked it out of his fingers.

"For now." Sherry said reluctantly.

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Michael drove a few minutes, until he was back on the nearly empty freeway. It took Sherry about that long to completely demolish that chocolate bar.

"I swear... women and chocolate..." Michael thought.

"Yeah. But I doubt she enjoys that chocolate anywhere near as much as she enjoys us." Incubus Michael suddenly said.

Michael glanced in the rear view mirror, and saw his double in the back seat.

"So what'cha doin boyo? You shouldn't say no." Incubus Michael said.

"I don't care what happens, I'm not screwing Sherry in the middle of a gas station." Michael thought.

"Oh don't lie to me. When she suggested it, the idea thrilled the hell out of you." Incubus Michael countered.

"No way!" Michael thought.

"A slob like you finally got a bombshell super model, and you want to show her off. Admit it." Incubus Michael insisted.

Michael couldn't deny it. Glancing sideways at her, he couldn't help but see one of the most beautiful women in the world. Something about her was enchanting to Michael's eyes, and he couldn't look away. She was just so damn sexy, and she oozed sex appeal. It made him want to jump her right then and there.

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"Hmm? What's the matter sweetie? You're looking at me strangely." Sherry observed.

Michael shook his head to banish the lustful feelings that had taken over. He immediately changed the subject.

"So when did you do it?" Michael asked.

"Do what sweetie?" Sherry asked innocently.

"When did you cast a spell on me so that every time I say a certain word, you teleport to me?" Michael clarified.

"The moment you began walking away from me to pay for the gas." Sherry recounted.

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"I don't appreciate it. Not one bit." Michael said, scowling.

"Butbut... sweetie~" Sherry whined.

She slid a little closer.

"What if you had called for help, but I didn't hear? I can't help but imagine you lying in some dark horrid place... weakly calling out to me." Sherry whimpered.

She changed the pitch of her voice to closely imitate Michael.

"Sherry... help me! Help! *Sobsob Sheerrryyyy!" Sherry imitated.

"Knock it off. I wouldn't do that." Michael growled.

"You wouldn't ask me for my help if your body was broken and in pain? But why? We're in this together my love. I've done so much to you already." Sherry insisted.

Michael suddenly shot her a surprised look.

"Wh... what did you do?" Michael asked.

"I'll undo this new spell sweetie, I promise. It's clearly defective!" Sherry said evasively.

"That's not what I asked." Michael countered, annoyed.

Sherry paused.

"Aging inhibitors, mood boosts, poison resistance, wards, and spells that improve mental clarity. Matters of health I promise!" Sherry explained quickly.

Michael made a hhmp sound, and casually waved his hand.

"I don't care about any of that. That's all fine." Michael said.

"Ohokaythat'sgood..." Sherry blurted.

"Anything else?" Michael asked.

Sherry fidgeted even more.

"I've... been trying to get you to be able to cast spells." Sherry admitted.

...

*Awkward Silence*

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"I'm not a magician." Michael said dryly.

"I know that. You've said as much before. But... I sense a latent ability that is hidden inside you." Sherry said.

"She's talking about me boyo." Incubus Michael interjected.

Michael's eyes flicked up to the rear view mirror briefly, then back to the road.

"I thought you said it would take years to become an incubus." Michael said.

"...I didn't say anything about becoming an incubus. I'm talking about spell casting sweetie." Sherry said, confused.

She leaned over and placed her chin on his shoulder.

"I've always been powerful with magic, even as a human. As an inma, my power has only grown. I want to be able to share that power." Sherry said.

"You already share your power. Remember the whole weight loss thing?" Michael reminded.

"Yes, but that's not what I meant. I wish to literally give you my power." Sherry said.

"Wha?" Michael grunted, confused.

"Wouldn't that be fun? You casting spells and using me as a power source. Just like I tried to do a couple weeks ago." Sherry recalled.

"Tried and failed." Michael recalled.

"Tis but a minor roadblock. I will succeed eventually." Sherry insisted.

"Yeah well... when you do, teach me how to make this drive be over right now instead of two hours from now. I'm damn tired." Michael said

"You jest, but I am being serious. I can't turn you into an incubus right away, but perhaps I can turn you into a mage. Then those death spells would have no effect." Sherry said.

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"She's mistaken boyo. You can't be a mage, and you know it. The only way you'll ever have power like hers... is to become an incubus." Incubus Michael insisted.

"Are you sure? Sherry usually isn't wrong." Michael thought.

"I guarantee you that you'll never cast a spell as long as you are human." Incubus Michael insisted.

Michael sighed.

"Do whatever you feel is best Sherry, but I still think you're wasting your time." Michael said.

"Hehe... if I can do whatever I want~" Sherry giggled.

She leaned over and unzipped Michael's pants, and started playing with him again. Just like before, he didn't feel anything and it didn't interfere with his driving.

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~Two Hours Later~

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Michael and Sherry found themselves rolling up to the city of Las Vegas. Ahead of them was a big hill blocking the view of the city, which they were still climbing. Sherry was staring out the windshield in amazement towards the glowing horizon.

"Is that a great forest fire?" Sherry asked.

"Nope. That's the city lights. Just as soon as we get over this big hill, you'll see." Michael said, smiling.

"Oh silly, that's impossible. No city could possibly illuminate the entire horizon... like... thaaaaaaaAA?!" Sherry cried.

Sherry cried out and clapped a hand on her mouth. The Duster had finished motoring up the hill, and her eyes beheld the city for the first time.

"Viva Las Vegas baby, YEAH!" Michael cheered.

Sherry choked up, her eyes wide in amazement as she absorbed the insane flashing scene before her.

"oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Sherry cooed, muffled.

The Duster went down the other side, and barreled towards the city. Sherry was in such shock at the sight, she was completely incapable of forming any coherent words until they had covered the rest of the distance to the city.

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For Sherry's benefit, Michael drove the Duster straight down the Las Vegas strip. Her nose was plastered to the passenger side window, staring out at the buildings and the people.

"The... the... the thhhheeee" Sherry stammered.

"We couldn't have shown up at a better time. Night time is the best time to cruise the strip." Michael said.

Once Michael drove up and down the strip a couple times, he turned and headed towards his hotel of choice.

"I know a place that's got clean rooms and a hell of a buffet. It's off the strip, so the rates are better too." Michael recounted.

"Buffet..." Sherry parroted.

"Yeah! Hey, always trust a fat guy to know where the best chow is if ya know what I mean!" Michael joked.

...

"Then there's the casino, where you can gamble away your money. Or the live shows. We could stay there the whole time and never get bored, but we definitely won't." Michael continued on.

As he said that, they were passing a brightly lit billboard that was advertising a show with dancing girls. Sherry lit up almost as brightly as the billboard itself.

"You like that? There's a reason why this is called sin city." Michael said.

Sherry formed a devilish grin. She had already fallen in love with the city. In her mind, it was just like going home to the demon realms. But it wasn't an inma demon realm, it was a human demon realm.

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Before too long, the duo found themselves parking the Duster at the hotel. They got out, and quickly found themselves in an elevator going down from the top of the parking structure. When the elevator started moving, Sherry threw her arms out to balance herself.

"We're moving!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Yep. It's called an elevator. It's a box that lifts people up and down between the different stories of the parking structure." Michael explained.

They walked across a small roadway until they got to the doors to the hotel, which was a wide set of doors which lead to another set of doors. Sherry was wide eyed, because she could already hear the sounds of the casino floor inside. The jingles and bells and sirens were all alien to her. When Michael swung the door open, her jaw dropped.

"hhhhAAAh!" Sherry gasped.

Her eyes lingered on the flashing slot machines, and then the suggestively clad casino show girls. The cacophony of sounds from the flashing casino floor almost seemed hypnotic for her. Michael seemed unfazed.

...

Michael dragged Sherry to the check-in desk, where he asked for a room. Sherry was staring at the show girls with a predatory look.

"Sweetie... why can I not sense those inma over there?" Sherry asked innocently.

"SHHH!" Michael shushed.

The cashier at the check-in counter didn't even bat an eye at all.

"Please look, but don't touch the floor girls." The receptionist said smoothly.

Michael quickly paid for the room, got the key card, grabbed Sherry's arm, and took off for the elevator. She was still staring at the girls.

"But sweetie, the inma?!" Sherry burst.

"They aren't inma. They're human." Michael said quietly.

"Impossible!" Sherry exclaimed in disbelief.

She tried pulling away, but Michael kept a firm grip on her and practically had to heave her into the elevator.

"You can play with the showgirls all you want, but not tonight." Michael said tiredly.

There were a couple of other tourists in the elevator who overheard, and they were soon shooting confused glares at Sherry.

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~Shortly Later~

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Michael and Sherry made their way down the hallway. He slipped the plastic card through the reader, and they entered their little home away from home. As soon as Sherry entered the door, her eyes slowly raked from one end of the room to the other.

"Well? What do you think?" Michael asked.

...

It seemed like there was a permanent smile etched on her face, so it was legitimately hard to tell if she was happy about the room or not.

"This will do... quite nicely." Sherry said, grinning devilishly.

Michael flopped down tiredly on end of the bed, while kicking off his shoes. He groaned and started pulling his shirt off. Sherry cast a quick ward on the door to protect them from any surprises.

"Gees. Three in the freaking morning. I'm so tired." Michael said.

Sherry slowly circled the room, casting wards on all four walls and the window. Then she cast wards on the ceiling and floor, all while Michael threw his shirt off and pulled at his pants.

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Sherry noticed what he was doing, and she froze. Her lusty eyes stared shamelessly at his undressed body.

*Nirrrow

She stopped what she was doing, mid cast.

"Why are you *yawn* looking at me like that?" Michael asked sleepily.

"You're so damn sexy~" Sherry purred.

She turned towards him and stalked closer.

*POMF

She wrapped her arms around him and they both fell on the bed. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to strip her own clothes off, getting down to just the underwear like Michael.

"I'm really tired. Can we do this tomorrow?" Michael asked sleepily.

"Why wait? We could do it right now." Sherry suggested seductively.

"I'm just... *yawn*... really tired." Michael murmured.

"Well, I know just how to wake you up~" Sherry said energetically.

She slid down and planted kisses on his torso, starting at his belly button and moving all the way up to his neck. Then she pecked across his shoulder and down his arm, arriving at his hand.

"How about now sweetie? Awake yet?" Sherry asked.

She slid up to stare into his eyes, as she so loved to do. But when she arrived there, she found them closed.

...

"Sweetie?" Sherry said.

zzzZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz...

"Unbelievable. To fall asleep like that while being teased..." Sherry murmured.

She very gently shook him.

"Sweetie? Wake up~ I want to fuck~" Sherry pleaded.

ZZZzzzZZZzzz...

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Sherry sat there, straddling his stomach and looking down at his sleeping face. She listened to his breathing, and felt his heartbeat vibrate through her hips and up through her body.

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Her right hand rose up, casting a spell in the air right next to Michael. Her left hand lay flat against his chest.

"Let's check to see if you have any status ailments." Sherry murmured.

A crimson wall of energy appeared in front of her right hand, and she began reading the otherworldly runes on it. It was her "detect magic" spell, just slightly altered.

"Nothing. Just fatigue. Hmm... I was sure the Order got to you in that eternity you were in the gas station. What was it? A full two minutes? Unacceptable." Sherry murmured.

She flicked her fingers as if reading a modern touch screen tablet. The rows of glyphs and runes shifted, and a new set appeared.

"Alright sweetie, time for your nightly sensitivity boost." Sherry murmured.

*Taptaptap

"Your sensitivity is roughly double an average humans by now, but nowhere near what even the most dull inma would be.

*Taptaptaptap

"I'm so glad I've been doing this every night. If I creep up your sensitivity like this bit by bit, your body will better be able to handle it." Sherry murmured.

*Rapidtapping

"Not that you'll notice anyways. You can't notice changes to your body anymore. You'll just accept it as they way you are." Sherry said, grinning.

...

"Aaaaand... done. A little demonic energy spent, and a vast improvement on your standard of living." Sherry said quietly.

*Nirrrrow

The wall of text disappeared, and the spell was cast. Michael's body squirmed a little under Sherry's thighs.

"Mmmhhmm" Michael moaned.

"Heh, yeah that's it. Nice and sensitive. Just the way I want you." Sherry whispered, grinning devilishly.

She slid her body downwards, making him tremble in his sleep. Before long, Sherry had him lined up so she could thrust downwards.

*Squish

"Oooohhhh" Sherry moaned.

"Mmmmmhhhhmmmm" Michael moaned, still asleep.

"I'm going to keep doing this... forever. I'll bloat your sensitivity so much, you'll be ruined! You won't be able to live without my touch!" Sherry cheered.

*Plap

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~Meanwhile, In Dreamland~

While Sherry was off in the real world partaking in Michael's body, Michael himself was in a very different place. He was smack in the middle of a dream which was very unpleasant compared to what was happening to him in real life. It was a nightmare.

*Pant

*Pant

*Wheeze

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Michael panted.

Michael was somewhere dark, running for his life. What he was running from... he had no idea. He was simply terrified.

*Ruffle

*CLICK CLACK

Michael drew his Beretta 92 model S.

"Stay away from me!" Michael shouted.

*BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM

The gun shots seemed oddly muffled, to the point where he could hear the casings hit the ground. It didn't seem to do anything to the terror that was chasing him. All he could see was a pair of sinister flaming eyes slowly getting closer. He cried out in terror.

*BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM

*BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM CLICK

Nothing he did seemed to have any effect, but he swapped mags anyways. His whole body trembled in terror at his helplessness, even with a firearm. He turned to run, but he ran into something in the darkness.

*CLATTER

*BANG

Michael hit the ground hard, groaning in pain. He felt around in the darkness for his pistol, which had flown out of his hand. His arm made sweeping motions back and forth to find the pistol in the darkness.

"C'mon! C'mon!" Michael muttered frantically.

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Michael tried to get his breathing under control so he wouldn't be heard, but there wasn't much he could do about his pounding heart. It was coming closer. The monster knew where he was.

...

He nearly cried in joy when he felt his pinky brush against the barrel of his pistol. Despite how much he had been firing it, the steel felt abnormally cold. It was as if the gunshots had been a lie.

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He wrapped his fingers around the pistol, feeling the rubber of the familiar makeshift grip.

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He rose to his feet, turned, and faced his pursuer. The dark figure was practically flying at him like a ghost, it's shape large and ominous. It was as if he was fighting a giant flying spectre. His pistol bucked in his hands as he dumped the last of the magazine directly into his tormenter.

*CLICK

That was it. No more ammo. Much to his horror, even shooting it right between the eyes did nothing. It was as if he was shooting blanks. With nothing left to fight with, he tried to turn and run again.

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The monster caught him, and Michael screamed and wrenched his body hard to break free. But it was as if iron shackles had clapped down on his wrists, unbreakable bonds that would imprison him forever. But that didn't stop him from frantically fighting back, with every head butt and bite he could muster.

*SMACK

Michael saw stars when something that felt not unlike a semi truck smacked him across the face. When his vision cleared, he finally saw the face of his tormentor.

"Stop it! Stop struggling!" Sherry cried.

Michael went limp in an instant, his face twisted in shock.

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"GAAAAAH!" Michael shouted.

He woke up violently, his whole body thrashing every which way. His terror filled eyes darted around, and soon recognized the hotel room they had booked for the night. Sherry was straddling him, and her hand was on his forehead.

"Whoa there! Calm down! You were having a nightmare!" Sherry cried.

Michael calmed down a bit, and let his head thunk against the pillow.

"Holy shit. That was a bad one." Michael murmured.

"Why were you running from me sweetie? Why are you so afraid?" Sherry asked, mortified.

"I... don't know. Wait... how did you..." Michael said hesitantly.

"I'm a succubus. Of course I can see your dreams. It's one of our most basic powers." Sherry said.

...

"I don't know why I was running." Michael repeated.

Dead silence took hold as his words sank in. Sherry looked searchingly into his eyes, but couldn't discern anything noteworthy. He was tired, terrified, and confused, but nothing else.

"I must have stepped into a nightmare of yours by accident... and taken the place of the nightmare. I'm sorry sweetie." Sherry reasoned.

"It's going to take me hours to get back to sleep after that." Michael lamented.

"Hehe... then I guess you won't be falling asleep on me again~" Sherry giggled.

"I really need sleep." Michael whined.

"You're already inside me, so we might as well keep going~" Sherry cooed.

Michael glanced down, verifying what she just said.

"I can't even feel it." Michael said.

"Of course. I haven't undone that spell from earlier. Are you prepared?" Sherry asked.

*Plap

*Plap

She spoke as she rocked her hips on top of him.

"You're going to feel every single touch, every single jolt, and every single orgasm you missed out on for that last several hours. All at once~!" Sherry cheered.

"WHAT?!" Michael exclaimed.

"You lucky boy! This is going to feel amazing!" Sherry cheered.

And just then, Michael felt something deep inside him. A pressure, like a dam building up a massive river. He hadn't felt it at all before, but suddenly the pressure was massive.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers.

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Michael's whole world went white, and he let out a long pleasured scream.

*WHOOSH

Sherry waved her hand over his face right in the middle of his orgasm, and he fell into a deep slumber. Instantly his brain, still being pummeled with endorphins, transitioned into a wild orgasmic dream. Of course... Sherry was in control of that dream, so she could keep that orgasm going for as long as he was asleep. Which is exactly what she did. There is no escape from a succubus's pleasure in the end.

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*PLAP