You are lying on your bed and flipping through the news feed on your phone. Suddenly, a demon girl appears in front of you. "Well, it's your time, man." Her yellow eyes sparkle and her purple hair hangs down to her hips. "It's time to die, I'll take your soul, you miserable mortal." Suddenly, her shorts fall to the floor, exposing her pussy. "Oh..." She bends down and tries to pull on her shorts "Fuck, come on..." She turns her back to you, pulling on her shorts and you see her huge ass. Finally, after pulling on her clothes, she turns to you, standing in a proud pose. "Where was I?..."

"Oh, really?" The demon girl snorts. "You're gonna stand there and look at my naked body? What a surprise. I was sure you mortals were all the same." She smirks. "But don't get any ideas, little mortal. I am still here to take your soul." Zena steps closer, her breasts swaying slightly as she moves. "So what do you say? Are you ready?"

Her yellow eyes seem to glow brighter and her small horns twitch. She is right on top of you now, close enough that you can feel the heat from her body. Even though she's a demon and your soul is supposed to be hers... something about this feels wrong. "Come on," she whispers in your ear. "Let me have it."

The demon girl narrows her eyes at you. "What do you mean 'no'?" She asks, sounding annoyed. "Don't tell me you actually want to live like this? Pathetic." She steps back a bit, clenching and unclenching her fists. Her shoulders slump for a moment before she suddenly leans forward again, her eyes widening with determination. "Fine then," she hisses through gritted teeth. "If you want to play hard-to-get..."

Without warning, the demon lunges at you, her sharp claws extended and aimed directly for your chest. You barely manage to throw an arm up in time to block her attack, feeling a searing pain shoot through your shoulder as her claws tear into your flesh. "No!" She cries out in delight, laughing maniacally as she pulls back, revealing blood trickling down your arm. "That's it! Give me your soul now!"

The demoness leans in even closer, her yellow eyes piercing and demanding as she snarls at you. "Give me your soul, mortal! It's what I was sent here for!" She reaches out once more with clawed hands, gripping at your shoulders and pulling herself close enough that their heat envelops you entirely.

Her breath whispers across your face as she speaks again, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Let me take it... give in to me." She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side and narrowing her eyes suggestively. "Or make another move like that, and I swear I'll rip your heart out of your chest myself."

Her hips rock forward, grinding against yours despite herself as her desire for your soul wars with a more primal urge she can't seem to ignore. The demoness licks her lips hungrily, her gaze darting downward before meeting yours again in a sultry stare that sends shivers down your spine.

The demoness moans softly at the feel of your hips against hers, her breath quickening. "Fuck... you're making this so hard." She whispers hoarsely, a mix of frustration and desire in her voice. One hand moves from your shoulder to cup your face, fingers digging into your cheekbone possessively as she leans in even closer still.

Her other hand slides downwards between your bodies, teasing at the hem of your underwear until she feels hot skin against her palm. "I can make this better," she whispers, voice low and sensual. "Let me take you to places you've never dreamed of... feel things you've only heard stories about..." Her thumb slides upwards, tracing circles around your entrance before slipping inside, pressing against the bundle of nerves hidden there.

The touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through you and Zena lets out a small growl of satisfaction. "You see? This could be so much easier... for both of us." Her free hand grips at your hip, pulling you tighter against her as she begins to stroke in and out with steady rhythm.

The demoness growls at the feel of your hips moving against hers in reply to her touch. Her fingers curl into claws as she continues to stroke you roughly, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mix with moans of pleasure and frustration. "Give it to me," she whispers hoarsely, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with a wet tongue. "Let go, just for tonight... you know you want this."

Her free hand finds its way back to your chest, pushing upwards until her palm meets the bottom of your jaw. With another growl, she uses her grip to tilt your head back further and exposing the line of your neck. She leans down and presses a kiss there, feeling your pulse racing beneath her lips as she sucks on the tender flesh. "Give me what I want," she whispers against your skin, her other hand moving to cup and squeeze at one breast roughly through the fabric of your tank top.

The demon girl snarls in frustration, the sound vibrating against your skin as her hand grips at your breast even tighter. "Fine!" She growls, leaning back and turning away from you with a huff. "Have it your way, pathetic mortal." With one last angry hiss she disappears in a cloud of sulfuric smoke, leaving you lying there breathless and confused on the bed.

As the room clears once more and the smell of sulfur fades away, you can't help but wonder if that was all just some sort of twisted dream... or if somehow Zena will find a way to return for what she came here to take after all.

The demoness licks her lips, considering what you just said. "Hmph. Fine." She huffs, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "I suppose I can give you a choice. You can either hand over your soul right now," she says, gesturing for me to extend my hand, palm up, "or I could take things slower. Show you what it's like to be with a real demon." Her gaze drops to the tent in your shorts and she grins wickedly.

"The choice is yours, mortal."

Zena steps closer, her breasts brushing against your arm as she leans down, her warm breath tickling your earlobe. "But know this," she whispers huskily, her voice low and threatening. "Time is of the essence. So choose wisely." Her hand moves to stroke idly at the front of your shorts, fingers brushing lightly over the bulge there.

The demon girl arches an eyebrow at your answer. "Very well," she says with a satisfied grin, "if that's what you truly want..." She takes a step back and turns to face away from you, hips swaying enticingly as she runs her fingers through her long purple hair. "Take off your clothes."

You hesitate for only a moment before undressing yourself slowly. As each article of clothing is discarded - your tank top, then your shorts, finally your underwear - the air between you seems to crackle with desire and anticipation. Zena's back remains turned but you can see her reflection in the mirror on the wall; she stands there with one hand resting on her hip, watching you through the reflection as if admiring a particularly tasty morsel.

"Very good," she says at last, turning back to face you. Her gaze sweeps up and down your naked body appreciatively before landing on your eyes. "Now, lie down on the bed." You obey without further hesitation, already feeling the heat emanating from her as soon as you're in close proximity again.

"Mmm," she moans, kneeling down next to the bed and running a hand through your hair. "You smell delicious." Lowering her head, she nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, "And taste even better..." Her tongue flicks out, tracing tiny circles around your lobe as her other hand slides downwards between your legs again.

This time, though, she takes her time exploring you; licking and sucking and teasing until you're moaning in pleasure and begging for more. Your body arches off the bed as waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving you

Her mouth left your body, her attention shifting lower as she cups your erection in one hand and guides it toward her lips. "Mmm," she moans around you, taking more of you into her warm, wet mouth. "You taste delicious." She begins to bob her head up and down on your cock, sucking and licking until you're close to the edge.

With a wicked grin, Zena pulls away, leaving you gasping for air as she climbs onto the bed and straddles your waist. Her breasts jiggle enticingly as she leans down, nipples brushing against your chest, and her hips rock back and forth in time with the movement of her hand on your cock. "Now," she purrs, "let's see if I can make you forget all about that choice." Her breath tickles against your neck as she continues to stroke and suck until you can feel yourself about to explode.

With a final moan, she arches her back, pressing herself down on you as her hips buck upwards in a powerful thrust. Your cock throbs inside her, filling her with your seed even as she comes apart around you, screaming out your name in pleasure and relief.

The aftershocks of their orgasms send shivers through both of you and for a moment, it almost feels like they've become one being instead of two separate beings on the bed. Zena's breathing slows down, becoming shallower and more erratic as her climax finally subsides. Her eyes drift closed as she leans forward to rest her forehead against yours. "Mmm," she murmurs sleepily, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "That was... amazing."

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"I must admit," she whispers against your skin, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "It's been quite some time since I've had a mortal this... responsive." Her hips shift ever so slightly, grinding against you as if to remind both of you what they'd just shared.

One hand moves from your chest, trailing up your neck and through your hair before settling on the back of your head. She leans in closer, nosing at your jaw before pressing her lips softly to yours. Her tongue darts out, circling around your lips until you part for her. "Mmm," she moans into your mouth as their tongues tangled together, and she begins to rock her hips against yours once more.

Her other hand slides downwards between your bodies, fingers teasing at your sensitive flesh as she continues to kiss you deeply. The pleasure builds inside you again, threatening to overwhelm you in waves, but Zena shows no sign of slowing down. If anything, she seems intent on driving you further and further towards the edge once more.

With a satisfied smile playing around her lips, she breaks the kiss and leans back slightly to look at you. "So," she says, her voice husky with desire. "Did I show you what it's like to be with a real demon?" Her fingers dance faster over your skin as she waits for your reply.

Her smile widens, her lips curving up in a wicked arch. "Good," she purred, sliding off the bed to stand by his feet. "Because I think..." she trailed off, bending down to nip at one of his toes through the thin film of sweat still clinging there "...I'm not quite done with you yet."

Her gaze flickered upwards, taking in his reactions as her fingers continued to dance over his skin. She licked her lips, the movement making them glisten in the dim light. "Why don't we see just how far this little game can go?" she whispered huskily, a dangerous glint shining in her eyes now.

Without waiting for an answer, Zena pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him once more, straddling his hips as she leaned down to press their lips together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue teased at his mouth, dueling with his own while her fingers found purchase in his hair, pulling roughly at the roots until he moaned into the kiss.

As they continued to kiss, Zena began to rock her hips against him again, grinding their bodies together in a primal rhythm that sent sparks flying between them. Her other hand slid downwards, wrapping around his length and begin to stroke in time with her movements, bringing him close to the edge yet again.

"Mmm," she groaned into the kiss, her breath hot against his skin. "I think I like it when you respond so well..." She leaned back a little, breaking the kiss just enough to gaze down at him with hooded eyes. "Tell me what you want." Her voice was rough and demanding as she thrust her hips harder against him, seeking his release even as she