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Stacey didn't even notice she had company until she literally almost ran the green woman over, but that was as far as she got. Her green eyes went wide and she held up a hand while taking one step back both in shock and awe. "Uhh... I'm not a minion, lady. These are just plastic horns." Stacey took the time to look the woman over and as she looked the realization crept into her head that those wings were moving on their own. Holy shit! Her tail swayed and Stacey took another step back when she fully realized that the woman was not wearing a costume.
The demoness stepped in closer to the busty woman so that her own breasts brushed up against the ones on the luscious brunette's chest. One long, green nail graced the pale flesh of the woman's cheek and she traced it down to her jaw and under her chin, tilting her pretty face up to look into her dusty green and gold flecked eyes. "So, so pretty..." Her long spiked tail swished side to side and up and down in her excitement at finding such a treasure. "Are you a virgin? Would be so much more delicious if you were..." Her eyes looked the woman up and down. "Judging by how you're dressed, I'm willing to bet you're not. But that's just as well. I like someone who thinks they're experienced. So much more fun to break that way." Her fingers clasped around Stacey's jaw and held firm as she leaned in, the scent a strange mix of brimstone and moss and swamp with a hint of something...tantalizing, tempting to the senses that could not be ignored nor denied drifting up to Stacey's nose. The demoness' green lips brushed just out of reach of her prey's black ones, as though she could feel them moving by mere suggestions, "Do you think I will break you, little one? Let's find out, shall we?"
The demoness' thumb and middle finger held Stacey's jawbone tight as the woman spoke. Green lips parted as she chuckled with good humor at the proffered sacrifice the sexy woman made, then she drew her middle finger downwards over her pale cheek, pressing in so that her pointed nail drew a small line of blood as though marking her. Those green and gold eyes flashed bright for a moment at the sight of the blood and she licked her green tongue over her lips with a groan. "NNngg... No. Smaller ones are much less fun. They break too easily. I like my prey to squirm...to beg. It's no fun when they just...die." Her fingers released their grip and the same finger that just drew a line of blood on her cheek trailed down her throat to the leash she wore. Clasping it in her grip, she lifted and puled upwards, nearly bringing Stacey to her toes to keep herself from being strangled. "The question is: will you beg for me to stop...or beg for more?" Without waiting for a reply, she dragged the woman up the stairs to the first bedroom she came to, not caring whose it was, just wanting a place to ravish that gorgeous, curvy body and fill it with her demonic cum.
Stacey watched that face with a look of horror in her eye when the green demoness didn't take her up on the offer of younger, more delicate meat to play with. But when that sharp nail sliced through her skin just enough to make a crimson trickle appear on her pale flesh, she inhaled sharply and turned her gaze up to those green and gold flecked eyes. Her mouth opened to protest, but before she got a word out she was hitched to her booted toes with heels scrabbling to hold onto the floor in a losing battle. Both of her small hands clasped over the green fingers holding her aloft like she was nothing more than a plaything, but the blush in her cheeks belied the panic in her eyes before she was half dragged-half carried upstairs to Lisa's room. Stacey had always wanted to come up here some time when Lisa was home, but being in here with some strange creature--alone and with a little dribble of her blood on her face--she looked absolutely terrified. "No, Miss. I-I know there are lots of girls here! Please I can just go grab one!"
Stacey was thrown like a sexy rag doll onto the bed in a tumble. She rolled, hitting the bed and twisting to her belly to crawl away. It wasn't until that moment that Stacey fully appreciated the raw brutality the demoness had to offer--like a fine wine of panic, lust, and pain being rolled around when she tried to crawl away. She got a foot towards an escape attempt before she felt a grip on her ankle and was dragged back like an escaping kitten. She didn't know if she should kick that green face with her heel or pray for mercy. The mewling whine she called out was nothing compared to when she started screaming in sheer panic. "No NO NO! Wait! I uhhh..." Fingers gripped her clothing, and because the demoness had the strength of a creature able to break bone and shatter steel, her pants and belt proved to be little defense. Rigid, pierced nipples poked the air at the front of her wriggling body and the swell of her hip rose at the clasp of sharp nails in her flesh, leaving marks in her pale skin as her legs were pulled apart. Stacey watched with still-wide eyes and she got her first glimpse of that long green tongue slithering out from the demoness' mouth. She was so damn pretty and yet so wickedly forward--a beast of the netherworld seemingly demanding her to give up her soul for the pleasured-pain she was about to receive. Stacey's clit was fresh and pink at the first lave of that tongue, but by the second lick it was darker with blood and sticking out for the retraction of that sinewy length of tongue. Her body reacted on impulse; heels pressed over the green demoness' shoulders now that they were bare, and the bite of Stacey's squirming heels pressed in at her sides, rasping down supple green skin that was capable of resisting a war hammer but still soft enough to the touch to be mistaken for mink fur. "Oh god...oh god...AHhhhn! M-miss...pl-please..." As though granting her wish, that tongue suddenly pushed inside and she felt the very tip reach the back of her tight hold. The coiling length drew a buck from her hips as she rode the bed on her ass to push back at the mouth that was getting its first taste of the costumed human.