Subject: [FFML] [Orig][Lime] Kumiko the Demon-girl
From: "Ammadeau" <roy.fokker@unspacy.org>
Date: 6/29/2000, 2:10 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

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.



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