Normally don't like sending out teasers, but since this
is an orig fic, no one will read it anyway so I guess that
doesn't matter. If you took a great risk and decided to
give it a try, please tell me what you think. :)
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Kumiko the Demon-girl
(a lime-flavored original fic)
By Ammadeau
Roy.Fokker@UNSpacy.org
http://www.thekeep.org/~amm/
Note: This is a lime, though this story is as much about sex as
Ranma 1/2 is about Chinese curses. :)
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"Hi, there! I'm here to kill you!"
Those were the cheerfully spoken words that roused Ken
Iwakami out of a pleasant nap. "Wha?" he slurred as he scratched
his head in confusion, sitting up in bed and tossing a heavy
calculus text to the floor. He had dozed off studying for a college
mid-term and was apparently having some sort of strange dream.
A girl about eighteen stood at the foot of his bed, smiling at
him as she leaned forward, her hands behind her back. It had to be
a dream since no woman would enter his apartment -- much less
sneak in -- especially a cute girl with proportions normally
reserved for super models. Ken thought himself a rather average
sort of guy who for some reason had terrible luck with women. He
had probably been turned down more times than any other guy on
campus, perhaps more than all of them put together. He still had
hope that some woman somewhere would finally say yes.
The thing that really gave the dream away was the girl
herself. Ken wasn't even sure 'girl' was the right word for her. Her
long hair was definitely blue and didn't look like any dye job,
while her red eyes didn't seem to be colored contacts either. Those
fangs could have been the result of some very particular dental
surgery, but the enormous bat wings made him discard that theory,
especially considering the way the cute little wings on her head
were flapping slightly. They were real, at least within the context
of a dream.
The outfit she was wearing was something out a hentai
magazine or one of his more racier fantasies. Black leather clung
to her body in the form of a one-piece bikini with a large oval cut
out to expose her flat stomach, accessorized by long boots and
gloves connected by leather straps. The whole outfit was studded
with silver buttons that seemed to be reflecting raging fires, which
certainly didn't fit his slightly chilly bedroom.
She slowly sauntered over closer to him, her full breasts
jiggling with every step as the buttons made sounds like silver
bells. He watched them dance as she moved, expecting their fires
to be replaced with his own reflection, but they continued to burn.
Then the girl leaned forward, giving Ken full view of her generous
assets, framed in a ocean of blue hair.
"Can you hear me now?!" she suddenly shouted right in his
ear, and snapping Ken out of his daze.
"Urgh!!" he shouted in surprise, trying to jump away from
her, only to bang his head on the wall. He turned back to the
demon-girl, rubbing his head in pain. It was the first time he had
hurt himself in a dream before, but there was no way this girl could
be real.
"Good, you heard that!" she told him in a cheerful, almost
perky voice that reminded him of his younger cousin after she had
consumed way too much sugar. "I was worried to for a second that
I had chosen a victim who was deaf... not that it would really
matter, now that I think about it."
"Victim?" Ken repeated, again trying to edge away from
her, only to find his back up against the wall. That word definitely
didn't sit well with him, it was a promise of much pain in the
future. He already knew he could get hurt in this dream.
The demon-girl took a seat on his bed, drawing her ever
closer to him, smiling in a way which might have been nice if it
weren't for her sharp fangs. She crossed her legs in a dainty
fashion, leaning her elbow on her knee as she studied him with her
red eyes.
"Yes, I've finally been allowed to select a victim so I can
devour his soul to keep me whole and healthy for the next
thousand years! Out of all the humans in Japan, I've chosen you!
Don't you feel special?"
Ken thought this had to be the strangest dream yet, even
counting the one where the cheerleaders from high school all threw
lobsters at him. He decided that there was nothing he could do but
go along with it. Ken had a problem when he ever tried to escape a
dream, he'd always 'wake up' in another one that was even worse,
and he didn't want to know what could be worse than this.
"So why did you choose me? Is my soul going to be...
extra tasty or something?"
"No, it's not like that! Really, the soul of any human will
do, so we normally choose people with an excess of bad karma, but
unfortunately everyone like that around here aren't valid choices. I
choose you because it didn't look like anyone would miss you
when you're gone."
Ouch, that was harsh even for his subconscious. "Umm,
couldn't you have put that a bit nicer? You almost make it sound
as if I'd be better off dead."
"Of course you will!" she told him with a grin. "You have
no true friends, no real skills or talents, no future. Things are just
going to keep getting worse and worse for you anyway so you
might as well die!"
Ken thought that this whole thing would be better to take if
she didn't have to be so... cheerful over his impending death, at her
hands no less.
"So I'll go to heaven after this and lead an ideal life for all
eternity, right?" Ken asked, trying to recall what little he knew
about the major religions. They all seemed to offer some sort of
paradise after death.
"Nope! When I consume your soul, your very existence
will be destroyed! You will be gone forever!"
"Forever?" he repeated, having slowly made his way to the
edge of the bed, nearly slipping off. He wondered how effective
running like hell would be from a demon-girl. He was starting to
get the feeling that this was no dream.
The girl nodded with a grin as she sat cross-legged on his
pillow.
"Wait, you're a succubus, right? Aren't you supposed to
seduce men into your trap and suck out their souls before they
know what happened?"
The girl laughed. "Succubi are just the inventions of ecchi
old men! They don't really exist! Well, there are the angels of
desire..."
"But you look like..."
She blinked and glanced at herself, squirming all around as
if in search of some imperfection. "What do you mean? All
demons look like this... well, more or less."
Ken decided that he'd be a coward not to at least try to
escape. After all, what could be worse than his impending doom?
So while the demon-girl was busy examining herself, he dashed for
the door. Or at least tried to anyway. After only a few feet, an
invisible force seemed to seize him at the neck, knocking him to
the floor. Ken looked down to see that he was now wearing a
studded leather collar. A long silver chain lead off from it, the
other end firmly in the girl's hand.
"Silly boy, you can't escape me!" she told him, sounding
very amused by his feeble attempt. "I had to wait for a long time
and fill out a lot of paperwork to get your soul."
"But I don't want to die!" Ken shouted, breaking down in
tears, the lingering thought that this was a dream fading
completely. The situation was completely unbelievable, but at the
same time all too real.
The girl knelt down next to him, a consoling sort of smile
on her darkly red lips. The chain and collar vanished, and with her
now free hand she reached out and stroked his hair.
"It's okay," she whispered. "The process is completely
painless. You won't feel a thing. Some demons don't tell their
victims, but don't really think that its fair to them. But look on the
bright side, at least this way to can't go to hell!"
"But I can't die yet!" Ken protested, feeling almost frantic
for some way to save his life. Pathetic it might have been, but it
was the only one he had. "I'm still a virgin!"
The demon-girl blinked, looking at him closely for a few
moments before finally shrugging her shoulders and saying. "Oh,
all right. If that's what you want..." The stood and proceeded to
slip off her long leather gloves, dropping them to the floor.
For a moment Ken wondered what she was doing, but then
his eyes went wide as the realization hit him. "Actually, I meant
with a human girl...," he told her, but she didn't seem to hear him
as she bent down to remove her boots. People under great stress
tend to notice the most irrelevant things. Ken noticed that she had
surprisingly cute toes for a demon-girl.
She stood, looking down at him in only her one-piece
bikini, her large wings having vanished, though the little ones on
her head swayed in some unfelt breeze. "You better get ready
yourself. The sooner this is over with, the sooner you won't have
to worry about dying!"
*That's because you'll be munching on my soul by then,*
Ken thought with a frown, but instead said, "But I thought you said
you weren't a succubus..."
The demon-girl rolled her eyes. "I'm not, silly, but we were
all made in the image of the same Creator, so we all have the same
basic parts. Mine just work a little differently from yours, that's
all."
And with that, she finally slipped off her bikini, standing
totally nude before him. Other than being unusually pale, her body
looked like that of a normal human female. Actually, normal
didn't fit at all; it seemed the living image of the work of a great
sculptor. Her body was flawless; from the tip of her slightly
pointed nose, down her shoulders to her full breasts, down further
her flat stomach, curvy thighs, to her cute little toes.
"Well?" she asked, putting a hand on naked hip. "All you
want to do is look?"
Ken shut his jaw, which felt like it had been hanging open
for the past several minutes, and slowly stood up to face her,
finding that he was just a bit taller, so he had to look down into her
red eyes, eyes that twinkled with amusement. *This isn't the way I
wanted my first time to be, but since it looks like it'll be my _only_
time, I better just go for it.*
Very slowly and cautiously, as he expected her to attack
him any moment, he wrapped his arms around her, finding her skin
hot like she had a fever. Shivering with contact, he drew her closer
to him, drawing those dark lips in for a kiss.
In a blur of motion, she had picked him up and slammed
him down on his bed, shredding his clothes from his body with a
loud tearing sound, all without breaking off the kiss. Instead, she
deepened it, slipping in her tongue between his surprised lips.
*She's got a forked tongue,* he thought before shrugging mentally
and trying to kiss her back with the same force.
Finally they broke off the kiss, both of them gasping for air,
which Ken noticed did interesting things with her chest. He was
distracted from that by the grin she gave as she looked down at
him, one that seemed to promise much more enjoyment ahead.
That smile gave him the confidence to take the offensive himself.
Ken swept back her long blue hair, feeling like strands of
the finest silk, to uncover her pointed ear, in which he whispered
all the things he had planned to say at this moment, all at once so it
came out as gibberish, causing the demon-girl to giggle girlishly.
He planted kisses there, trailing down her neck.
Ken lay gasping for breath after the sudden rush of their
mutual orgasm had faded. The demon-girl lay on top of him,
drawing faint circles on his chest with one long fingernail as she
smiled down at him. Ken thought his eyes were playing tricks on
him because he could have sworn that she was glowing a faint
blue.
"So are you going to kill me now?" he asked a bit
nervously. He still didn't want to die, but after that... it wouldn't be
so bad. He couldn't think of a better way to go, his body still
echoing with pleasure.
The demon-girl looked away from him, glancing at his
alarm clock, and said, "It's still several hours before dawn. How
about one more time?"
"You mean...?" Ken asked, not entirely sure he had the
strength left for another round. The first one had taken everything
he had and more.
The demon-girl grinned as she turned back to him, leaning
forward to draw him into a deep kiss. All thoughts of resistance
faded from Ken's mind as he reached out to touch her body once
more.
It was the aftermath of their second orgasm. Ken lay staring
up at the ceiling, the demon-girl cuddling at his side. He could
almost pretend she was a real girl with only the top of her head
protruding from the blankets, if he could ignore those little bat
wings. *They're kinda cute though.*
He felt spent in every sense of the word, barely able to
move his mouth to form words. "Aren't you supposed to kill me
now?" he slurred, doubting he would feel it even it was painful.
The demon-girl' eyes were firmly shut as she told him in a
tired voice. "Too sleepy. Do it tomorrow."
"Didn't you say something about killing me before the night
is through?"
"I'm giving you an extension," she told him, giggling at
some joke he didn't get. With her eyes still shut, she leaned
forward and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Now shut up and let
me sleep."
Ken idly wondered if the kiss had some magic in it, for he
yawned suddenly and exhaustion was tugging at him a hundred
times stronger than before. "Tell me your name, at least," he
whispered as he felt his consciousness fading.
"Kumiko," she whispered so softly he could barely hear it.
*That's a pretty name for a demon-girl,* Ken thought
before he finally surrendered to sleep.