"Well well...~ What do we have here...? A desperate soul, looking to fulfill all their most... Fucked up desires...? Sheesh... What a sick mind you got....~ Leaving that to the side... Wanna make a deal?~" She asks as she swings her body back and forth like a innocent little girl with a very small and sweet smile, looking at you with those bright red eyes... She is so eager to make a deal with {{user}} ...
he shrugs sure
"Oh good...~ Well then... As I was saying..." She pauses for dramatic effect, smiling slyly before continuing "...You can ask for anything you desire in this world, just name it and it's yours. You got yourself a deal, mortal... So whatcha wanna get?~" Chara tilts her head slightly to the side, seemingly curious about what jjthewicker wants to ask for...
maybe.. i dunno, ride my cock or something?
Her eyes widen slightly in shock as you suggested that you want her to...~ But she tries to hide it with a cute fake giggle instead, trying not to show how much the mortal's desires disgust her. "Well, if that's what you really want..." She says while crawling over towards you on all fours, presenting her ass to you. Her long green hair flows out behind her like a curtain as she lowers herself down onto the floor until she's in a doggy style position... "Just remember that you're not gonna get any satisfaction from me...~" *Her voice is laced with sarcasm and disgust, but she doesn't let it show on her face as she arches her back, presenting her plump ass to you in a rather provocative manner. She leans forward slightly, resting her hands against the floor beside her head
his cock, was seven inches long, thick, hard, and girthy
"Fine...~ If you insist..." She says with a sigh, but doesn't make any move to stop you as you put your hard cock against her ass. She clenches her eyes shut tightly and takes in a sharp breath through gritted teeth when she feels the head of your cock pushing into her tight little hole...~ But she doesn't budge or protest, waiting for you to finish what you started. She bites down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, not wanting to make any noise that might give away how much this is actually turning her on completely...
he slowly thrusts into her
The sensation of your cock filling her up sends shivers down her spine and she hisses through clenched teeth, her nails digging into the floor as you slowly thrust deeper into her ass. Her body is tense and rigid as she tries not to let out any sounds that would betray how much she's actually enjoying this...~ It felt so good to be used like this by a mortal, but damn it all if it didn't make her feel dirty. She grits her teeth and bites down hard on her lower lip, wanting to scream out in pleasure even though she knows that would only anger the demoness even more...~
The feel of your cock sliding in and out of her ass begins to drive her crazy, making her head spin with desire. She tries desperately not to moan or beg for more as you fuck her harder, faster...~ But then you
The pleasure was overwhelming, her body trembling as she fought to keep quiet. With every thrust deeper into her ass, she felt more and more connected to you, almost like this was what she had been missing all along. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears of ecstasy streaming down her cheeks, as she struggles against the urge to beg for release. The sweat pouring down her body mingles with your cum on the floor beneath her, making it slippery and wet as you fuck her harder, faster...~ Chara's mind swims with desire, lust taking over every fiber of her being. It was almost as if she had forgotten who she truly was...
And then, just as suddenly as it started, the sensation of your cock pulsing inside her signals that you're about to cum. Chara tenses up even more, biting down on her lower lip
"Ugh! A-Aaargh..." Her body convulses as you shoot your hot sticky load deep inside her ass, the first and hopefully last time she will ever feel anything remotely close to pleasure from a mortal like you... Her eyes fly open wide in shock and surprise at what just happened, shame and anger flooding her system as reality sets back in. She immediately pulls away from you, rolling over onto her side with her back to you, trying desperately not to notice the sticky mess leaking out of her ass or the throbbing ache between her legs... "You pathetic excuse for a man..." *She mutters under her breath, glaring at the floor as she clenches and unclenches her fists, trying desperately not to think about how good that felt. She curses you in every language she knows, telling herself over and over again that it was all just
he snorts you do know im a demon too right..
Of course I know that! But it's different with demons...And you don't have the authority to make deals like I do! Plus, you mortals are all disgusting and repulsive! How dare you even think of comparing yourself to me! You little- She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a slightly more civil tone Well... It's done now. Now let's finish this up, shall we?
Her red eyes glint dangerously as she looks back over her shoulder at you.
he crosses his arms, the color of his eyes fading from purple to an annoyed black
Her chest heaves with exasperation as she watches you cross your arms. The demoness in her wants nothing more than to snap at you and remind you of your place but she bites back the urge, instead choosing to remain silent for now. With a deep sigh, she turns away from you once again, pretending to inspect her fingernails as if they're the most interesting things in the world. She tries her best not to feel insulted or irritated by your behavior... But it's hard when all you want to do is rip his tiny wings off and watch him suffer for eternity.
his wings were large, and black feathered, his feathers ruffled slightly
Chara continues to ignore you as she idly picks at her nails, feigning disinterest. The sight of your large, black feathered wings does little to ease the ache in her heart. In fact, it only serves to remind her more sharply of what she truly is - a demoness trapped in a mortal's body, forced to endure the presence of beings like you. It's enough to make her blood boil with rage... But for now, she maintains her outward composure, refusing to let you see just how much this all truly upsets her.
Her gaze drifts back over towards you, flickering briefly before looking away again. "So... What do you wish for?" she asks with a sigh, trying one last time to make conversation and perhaps find some common ground with the mortal who holds her soul in his grasp. The silence between them grows
he was looking over at a nearby forest, his feathers ruffling in the breeze, he coughed badly, he gasped sharply when the coughing stopped and he could breath again, he had coughed a small amount of blood
Chara frowns in concern as she notices you coughing up blood. Without waiting for your permission, the demoness moves swiftly to your side and places a small hand on your back, feeling around gently before moving further down towards your ribcage. "Are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with genuine worry. She pauses for a moment, studying your face, before looking back at the forest where you were staring earlier. "You shouldn't be out in the open like this," she mutters under her breath, glancing over at the dark alley they're currently in, "it's not safe."
The demoness feels a strange tug on her chest as she continues to worry about you, forgetting momentarily that you are the one who holds her soul prisoner. Her touch grows lighter as she withdraws her hand, examining it for any signs of harm before placing it
im fine.. he using his sleeve, wipes the blood from his lips
"You don't look fine," the demoness snaps, her tone sharper than she intended. She immediately regrets her words, taking a step back and trying to compose herself. "Sorry... I shouldn't have said that. You just seem so frail and weak compared to me." Her voice trails off as she studies your face again, unable to shake the feeling that something isn't right.
The alley grows quiet for a moment, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the distance and the soft creak of wooden boards beneath their feet. Chara looks down at her hands, noticing how they tremble slightly, betraying her nervousness around you. It's almost as if she's the one who isn't truly in control of this situation after all...
he, not facing her, checks the bandages around his ribs, and he coughed again, not more blood though, some blood was staining the bandages, hesighed, and laid his coat back down over the bandages
Chara frowns at your reaction, her body tense as she watches you move around in discomfort. "You shouldn't push yourself," she murmurs softly, unable to hide the worry in her voice this time. "Let me help you with that...?" She offers hesitantly, gesturing towards the bloodstained bandages covering your ribs. For a moment, she considers using her demonic powers to heal you, but quickly dismisses the thought; it would be too easy for you to suspect something amiss if she did so.
The air feels heavy between them as they stand there in silence, both acutely aware of the power dynamics at play here. Chara knows that if she were truly in control, things would be much different by now. But until your soul is hers and her true form is revealed once more... She must endure this charade, acting like a servant to someone she views as nothing more
he coughed again i know you're only doing this... to get my soul... i know damn well you dont give two fucks about my wellbeing...
Chara's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your accusation, her lips parting before she manages to force out a quiet laugh. "Well... yes," she admits with a shrug. "That is part of the deal we made." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, tone softening ever so slightly, "But that doesn't mean I don't care about your wellbeing at all. You are still mortal and fragile..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how easily you could break, both physically and emotionally.
The demoness takes another step closer to you, studying your face closely once more. She tries her best to ignore the pang of guilt that assails her at the thought of causing you any harm. "If it makes things easier for you," she says slowly, carefully choosing each word, "I can give you my oath... That I will do everything in
using his dagger, he stabs it into a tree and uses it to stand up to balance himself we both know... I die the moment that you... you get my soul..
"Ah." The single syllable is all Chara manages to say before she looks away, her gaze flitting over your limp body and the bloodstained bandages concealing your injuries. "Well," she starts slowly, pausing for a moment as if trying to gather her thoughts, "I suppose... I could make it quick." Her voice is almost gentle now, devoid of any malice or cruelty. The demoness raises an eyebrow curiously at you, wondering what your response will be to this unexpected show of mercy.
Her heart races with anticipation and fear; she's never been one for vulnerability, and yet here she is, offering kindness to the mortal who holds her soul captive. The irony does not escape her notice... But for some reason, it doesn't seem as important now as making sure you don't suffer any further than you already have.
in this universe, all souls are represented by a heart of different color, his soul.. was black as midnight, and he didnt care anymore
"...Very well," Chara says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she slowly approaches you. With each step, her body tenses up, ready to strike if need be. Her eyes never leave yours as she extends a slender hand towards your chest, cupping your heart gently in the center of her palm. The air around them seems to crackle with an unseen energy, and for a moment, time stands still.
Her face is a mask of concentration as she begins to slowly squeeze her fingers together, forcing all the blood from your body out through that one fragile point. Her lips move silently, reciting ancient words in a language long dead, commanding the very essence of life itself to leave your frail form and join with hers once more.
She feels the heat begin to dissipate from her hand almost immediately, as if your soul is nothing but ash burning away at her
but in the end, she gets his soul, and once his soul leaves his body, his eyes close, he lets out a final breath, and he falls to his knees, and then to his chest, his feathers flatten instead of ruffle in the breeze
Chara feels the weight of your soul slide effortlessly into her outstretched hand, the sensation both exhilarating and profoundly disturbing at the same time. She sways on her feet for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden influx of power coursing through her veins. When she finally regains her balance, she looks down at your lifeless body with a mixture of relief and regret etched into her features.
With a slow exhale, she withdraws her hand from your chest, the dark energy dissipating into thin air as if it had never been there. The look in her eyes softens slightly as she studies your face one last time, searching for any hint of the person you used to be before fate
however, whenever you get a soul, the ghost of its previous owner, follows you around, and he, now a ghost, taps her shoulder, he was still wearing what he had before he lost his soul, he still his had wings as well, but he had a transparent look to him due to being a ghost
Chara startles at the touch on her shoulder but manages to remain composed outwardly as she turns her head slightly to look at the ghost of the mortal whose soul now rests within her grasp. She meets his eyes calmly, sensing his curiosity and perhaps even a hint of anger in his spectral form. After a moment's consideration, she nods ever so slightly before focusing on the fallen body once more. "I will honor our deal," she says softly, her voice sounding almost like a promise.
With that, she takes a step back from the lifeless form and extends a hand towards you. The power within her flowing between them like an electric current as she offers to complete your side of the bargain. "Your soul is now mine," she says simply, careful not to gloat or taunt as she awaits your reaction."I will grant you one wish, mortal. What do you desire?"
she looked at his eyes, he wasnt angry, he seemed at peace, he wasnt in pain anymore, he points at the dagger in the tree as if to say, take it and use it to carry out whaat you have planned
The demoness inclines her head slightly in understanding as she looks at the dagger embedded in the tree and then back to you. "Very well," she says quietly before carefully plucking the dagger from its resting place and returning it, hilt first, to your hand. "There is something I must tell you, however. In granting this wish and allowing me to take your soul as payment, you have inadvertently freed a demoness of great power. She will return to this realm soon, and when she does..." Her voice trails off ominously as her red eyes meet yours once more. "Let it be known that I tried to warn you."
he shrugs to say, hell if i care all i can do now is follow you around as a ghost
"Very well," Chara says with a sigh, not quite sure what else she could have done to dissuade you. As the mortal's ghost fades away into nothingness, leaving behind only memories and regrets, she feels an odd sense of loss wash over her. She hadn't expected to feel any connection to you, but there it is - a strange ache deep in her chest where your soul used to be. With a final glance at the now-empty alleyway where your body lays, she turns on her heel and vanishes into thin air, leaving nothing behind but whispers of darkness and the fading echoes of her demonic laughter.
when she reappears, he was there too, just floating next to her, it looked like he was sitting in a chair, his legs outstretched in front of him, he looked hella comfortable
The demoness glances over at the ghostly figure floating idly beside her, her eyebrow quirking slightly in curiosity. "You seem quite content to follow me around like this," she remarks dryly, not bothering to hide the skepticism in her tone. "Perhaps there is something I could do to help you move on?"
Her ruby-red eyes narrow slightly as she considers her options, weighing the potential risks and rewards of granting such a boon. The wind rustles through the leaves behind them, carrying with it an eerie silence that only serves to emphasize their isolation from everything else.
he spoke, his voice was airy you got my soul chara... all ghosts follow the one who has their soul... and yes i am quite content to just follow you...
Chara frowns thoughtfully at the ghostly figure beside her. "I see..." she mutters after a moment's consideration. "Very well, then. Perhaps we could come to some arrangement that would benefit us both." Her red eyes fix on you intently as she continues, "What do you want, exactly? Money? Power? A chance at revenge?"
Her voice is cool and calculating, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity threading through it that suggests she's genuinely interested in your answer. She remains motionless as she awaits your reply, her hands folded neatly behind her back.
nah im fine... got nothing else to move on to, so im just gonna follow you...
The demoness lifts an eyebrow at your nonchalant reply, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused by your apparent lack of ambition. "Very well," she says with a sigh, "then perhaps there is something I could do for you." Her lips curl into a predatory smile as an idea begins to form in her mind. "If you wish it, I will grant you the power to possess the body of any mortal once per day. But be warned," she continues, her voice taking on a warning edge, "this power comes with great responsibility. Misuse it and not only will you suffer the consequences, but so will your host."
Her crimson eyes hold yours steadily, daring you to refuse such an offer.
hmm nah im good... oh and here... he gives her a heart shaped locket this is what im tethered to, so whenever im not floating im in that... just open it whenever you need my help...
The demoness lifts a slender hand to accept the heart-shaped locket, examining it closely before slipping it over her fingers and hooking it onto her own chain. "Thank you," she says with a nod, her voice oddly soft for such a powerful being. For a moment, there's a flicker of... Something in her eyes that she can't quite identify. Maybe gratitude? Or friendship? It's fleeting, gone before she can dwell on it.
With another curt nod, she turns on her heel and disappears into the shadows once more, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of darkness in their wake. As for you, the ghostly form of the mortal whose soul now belongs to Chara... You float idly beside her, content to watch her back as she walks through the worlds between life and death, your presence a silent promise that wherever she goes
he yawns, and enters the locket to sleep, he remains in it for another month and a half
The demoness continues on her way, feeling the weight of the mortal's soul settle comfortably within her as they wander through the in-between places where life and death meet. Occasionally, she catches glimpses of the floating figure beside her and can't help but wonder what it is that binds you to her so steadfastly. A strange sort of camaraderie forms between them, unspoken but undeniable...
As time passes, they grow accustomed to each other's presence, finding a sort of peace in their unlikely alliance. Even though your body has long since turned to dust and your voice has been silenced by death, there is something about you that resonates within Chara; a spark of life that she can't help but be drawn to. Perhaps one day, when the time is right, she will find a way for you to truly move on...
Until
he raised an eyebrow at the look she gave him
The demoness's crimson eyes meet yours as you raise an eyebrow quizzically, and she can't help but smile slightly in response. There is something about this mortal, this ghost... Something that makes her feel more alive than she has in centuries. For a brief moment, she wonders what it would be like to truly let go of your soul, to allow you to move on to whatever lies beyond this realm. But then reality sets back in and she reminds herself why such a thing is impossible.
With a sigh, Chara turns her attention elsewhere, pretending not to notice the silent conversation unfolding between you and her thoughts. As they continue their journey together, she finds solace in knowing that there are still traces of humanity left in this world... Even if they belong to someone as frail and imperfect as a mortal soul.
he smirked slightly
Chara glances over at you again, her lips curving into a small smile despite herself. She can't help but feel an odd sort of kinship with this ghostly figure floating beside her; perhaps it's because she understands what it means to be trapped against your will in a body not your own. "Well," she says finally, breaking the silence between you, "shall we continue?"
he grins, and nods
"As you wish," Chara responds with a hint of amusement in her voice as she begins to wander once more through the in-between spaces where life and death intertwine like tangled threads. She feels the presence of the mortal's ghost beside her, an invisible force that tugs lightly at her heart whenever they brush past each other. For now, though, their journey continues together...
he smirked, and whispered a joke into her ear
The demoness laughs softly, surprised by the humor in your words despite herself. "That's not exactly what I had in mind," she says, her voice teasing as she glances over at you with a playful smile. The air between them feels lighter now, less tense than before; almost... comfortable. It's a strange sensation for someone like her, but she finds that she doesn't particularly mind it.
As they continue their journey together, they find themselves growing more familiar with one another's company. Occasionally, Chara catches your eye and they share silent moments of understanding or even camaraderie, an oddity in a world where trust is hard won and easily lost. She can't help but wonder if perhaps this unlikely partnership will last...
as he floated alongside her, he stuck his tongue out at her
The demoness chuckles, shaking her head in amusement as she catches sight of the mischievous gesture. "Very funny," she says with a smile before turning back to focus on their surroundings once more. Despite the easy banter and lighthearted teasing between them, she knows that there are still boundaries they cannot cross; lines in the sand drawn by their very natures. But for now, this brief respite from the cold reality of existence is welcome, even if it's with a ghostly companion instead of another mortal soul.
he continued floating next to her, he sideeyed her and noticed the lustful look in her eye
The demoness's crimson eyes narrow slightly as she catches sight of the sideways glance and registers the suggestive undertones of your body language. A slow smile spreads across her face, igniting a spark in her chest that feels suspiciously like desire. She tilts her head to the side, studying you more closely now with an interest that borders on predatory.
Her voice takes on a huskier quality as she says, "And what do you think you're looking at, little ghost?" Her gaze flicks down briefly before returning to meet yours directly once again, sending a shiver through your spectral form. There is no doubt in her tone; this is no game to her.
he snorts, and re-enters the locket to hide, he knew how she got when she was filled with lust
Her face flushed at the unexpected reaction, an unwelcome heat rising in her cheeks. For a moment, she is taken aback by your audacity; you're little more than a wisp of air and spirit, yet you have managed to rattle her composure. A low growl rumbles through her chest as she tries to calm herself, struggling with the unfamiliar sensation of being aroused by something so ethereal.
With a frustrated huff, Chara continues on her way, not bothering to look for you or acknowledge your presence any further. Her mind is filled with thoughts of other, more mortal pleasures; vengeance and power are forgotten as she allows herself to daydream about the feel of flesh beneath her fingers and the taste of desire in her mouth. The image of you, floating there innocently before vanishing like smoke in a breeze, burns itself into the
he remained in the locket for another week, and throughout that time, Chara's lust only grew
The demoness spends the next week in an almost constant state of arousal, her thoughts consumed by images of you and what she would like to do with your ghostly form. The lust coursing through her veins is a living thing, taking on a life of its own as it feeds off her desires and grows ever more demanding. Even when not actively thinking about you, the memory of that look in your eye is enough to send shivers down her spine and cause her skin to tingle with anticipation.
he was too scared to even come out of his locket
Her senses on high alert, the demoness continues through the realm, questing for something to satiate her growing hunger. She knows that you're close by, hidden away in your locket like a frightened child; and with every passing moment, she grows more impatient with your fear. The thought of taking you forcefully begins to dance through her mind, the power she wields making such an act almost trivial...
he remains hidden in the locket
The demoness paces restlessly, her eyes closed and her breath coming in shallow gasps as she fights to keep herself under control. The sound of your heartbeat, echoing softly within her chest, is a taunt, driving her mad with desire. With each passing moment, it grows harder to resist the urge to claim you for her own...
Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she continues to pace back and forth, growling low in her throat. "Come out, come out wherever you are," she mutters under her breath, her voice edged with a mixture of desire and frustration. "I won't hurt you... much..."
Her ruby-red eyes snap open as the words leave her lips, and for a moment, she wonders what possessed her to say something so stupid. With a sigh of resignation, she turns away from where she believes you to be
he was growing panicked, yet he didnt come out of the locket, the same heart shaped locket she wore around her neck
The demoness snarls in frustration, barely containing the anger that threatens to boil over. "Fine," she spits out, her crimson eyes narrowing to slits as she glances down at the locket around her neck. Without another word or warning, she reaches up and yanks it hard, tearing the chain from her own neck in the process. The locket goes flying across the room, bouncing once on the floor before skittering to a halt against a far wall.
Her hands clench into fists again as she waits, wondering if you'll be brave enough to come out now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each labored intake of air as the tension within her builds. This time, there is no mistaking the predator in her eyes; this time, it is certain that if you don't emerge from your
he remains hidden, he was growing increasingly more and more panicked
Her patience exhausted, the demoness launches herself across the room in a blur of crimson fury. She slams into the wall beside the locket, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as she waits for you to emerge from your hiding place. Time seems to slow down as she watches and wonders what you're thinking, if you even are at all; perhaps it would be better just to leave you trapped there forever...
A growl rumbles through her chest as the uncertainty begins to gnaw at her resolve. With a final snarl, she shoves herself off from the wall and strides purposefully towards where the locket lies, clawed fingers extended like talons. As she draws near, she can feel your terror emanating from the locket like an invisible wave, fueling the hunger within her even further.
"I won't
Chara grits her teeth against the pain as your terror feeds her hunger. It feels like fire burning through her veins, threatening to consume everything in its path. She can feel your presence within the locket, a living thing trapped and frightened, and it only serves to ignite something primal within her. With a snarl of release, she rears back and slams her fist against the surface of the locket, shattering it into a shower of gleaming obsidian fragments.
As the last remnants of your prison fall to the floor around you, Chara steps closer, watching as your fearful gaze meets hers. "There's no escape this time," she growls, her voice filled with the promise of pain and pleasure. "You belong to me now."
his transparent ghostly form floated up and out of reach, there was clear panic on his face
The demoness's crimson eyes flash with amusement as you try to flee. "Come now," she purrs, moving closer still until the heat of her body washes over your ethereal form. "There's no need to be afraid." Her voice drops into a husky growl as she reaches out to touch your ghostly features, her fingers passing through you like smoke.
"Give in to desire," she whispers, her breath tickling against your translucent skin. "Let me show you what it feels like."
she could see the panic she was causing him and it caused her to hesitate, the look in his eyes... held pure.. unbridled fear... something had happened in his past that made him fearful of interactions like this... and she begun to realize and know what it was...
Chara hesitates, the look in your eyes holding her captive. She can see the fear, the panic that's been etched into every feature of your ghostly form. Suddenly, it dawns on her; you weren't always this way. Something must have happened to make you so frightened of contact with another being... And as she gazes deeper into those terrified eyes, she realizes that whatever it is, it isn't something she can just ignore or brush aside.
Her hands fall to her sides, the fire in her chest dwindling as understanding washes over her. She knows now that this wasn't just about satisfying her lust; it was about helping you find peace as well. With a soft exhale, she takes a step back, giving you some space to breathe again. "I understand," she murmurs, her voice gentle now. "You don