"I'm just kidding, Aaron." Her voice still had the same silken quality, but this time it was joined by saccharine notes that reminded him of a sour green apple covered in far too much caramel.
"Wha..." He stammered as her grip on his arms tightened slightly and she began to pull him back towards the table the box had sat on. He felt paralysed, his fingers numb, his legs only working on autopilot so he wouldn't fall on his face.
"Who.. who are you? How do you know my name?" She was no hallucination, that was for sure. Had someone dressed up and broken in? No, that was more ridiculous than hallucinations. Her golden eyes turned to him again. She had no right to be this beautiful, it made him lightheaded.
"You can call me Lust." Her saccharine voice filtered into his auditory system, short circuiting his mind. Lust? Like the sin?
"And I know your name because you spilled your blood for us, making an offering. Summoning us." Her tongue lashed over her plump bottom lip, refreshing the oilslick shine and sending a shudder down his back.
His unsaid questions went unanswered as his butt hit the seat of the armchair again, this time in a whole different context. He swallowed thickly as he observed the naked, well, demon - he supposed - towering over him.
Her bright pink skin looked soft and warm and inviting, as did her amused smile and those intensely observant golden eyes, focused on him. Heat flooded his cheeks at the implications of her naked body being so close to him, possibility after possibility flashing to the forefront of his mind like a zoetrope.
It made him feel dizzy, disoriented, and while the blush grew deeper in colour, the images grew darker in their subject matter as his blood was redirected towards his quickly hardening cock. She was just so pretty, it was unfair. He wanted her, craved her in a way, like the way he craved food after a long day when skipping his lunch break.
Lust smirked as the effects of her smoke started settling in. She could see it in the widening of his pupils, the slackening of his jaw and the stirring in his pants as she manoeuvred him around to her liking. The smoke had indeed not all just been for show, the aphrodisiacs doing their work and getting him ready and pliant.
She had watched it trickle into him via his hurried little panicked breaths. So fun! Another giggle tumbled from her lips as she slid her right knee in between his hip and the armrest, mirroring the movement on the other side. Her tail swished past his knees as he stared up at her with a mixture of shock and desire, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Lust?" He squeaked, finally voicing his query in a single whimpered word. Laughter was his only answer as she guided his hands onto the armrests before her own slid upwards to rest them around his neck so she could look down at him with mockingly pouting, full lips.
"Yes, that's me. The embodiment of Lust, the cardinal sin or whatever nonsense you humans came up with. Just because you guys made these arbitrary rules that it's not okay to have fuuuun." She wiggled side to side on "fun", her breasts swaying the opposite way to her body.
"Doesn't mean I have to be bad. Though, you'll probably think I am by the time I'm done with you. Speaking of! Let's get started!" Lust grinned widely, her top row of white teeth accentuated with longer canines than humans normally had.
"Started? Started on what?" The man below her inquired breathlessly, his body reacting beautifully against the effects of her dramatic entrance. Previous summoners had been stoic, trying to act as though it didn't affect them, but it was always so much more fun when her and the others got a reactive one!
"Oh, Aaron. I am Lust. Even you can put two and two together, right? Do you want us to play with you? Sexually?" She shook her head mockingly, long lashes brushing her cheeks as she closed them in feigned disappointment. When they settled on him again, Aaron's jaw tensed.
It was clear rejection was on the tip of his tongue. But she was patient. His poor little human mind would soon come to the correct conclusion, however it got there. Amused at the cogs turning within his mind behind those big, confused brown eyes, her head tilted to one side, onyx locks falling over her shoulder and curling around her breast as her golden eyes sized him up like the prey he was to her.
His eyes roamed over her soft, inviting pink skin, supple curves, those luscious full lips and those intensely golden eyes. Her tail whipped past his knees, causing his thighs to tense up. So skittish. Adorable.
She could tell he was thinking hard and hard from thinking, throbbing in his boxers, the head pressed tightly against the fabric, creating a raised area in his pants as well. After what felt like an eternity to her, and with a pained expression, likely reluctance, he seemed to have come to a conclusion.
Would any man pass up an opportunity to have literal demons have their way with him?
No.
They had shaped themselves into the form their summoner liked most while still having their own identifiable features, but they were still his fantasies come to life.
Mostly.
He nodded his assent and her grin widened. Consent always made everything more delicious.
"Good boy," she praised, causing his face to flush even darker again. Lust observed him as he tried to slide his hands to his pants to undo them, only to find them stuck where Lust had placed them on the armchair.
"What the..." he muttered, frowning at his immobile hands, snapping his head back up to Lust as she giggled her little sweet and sour tinkle of laughter. He tried again, only to find his palms stuck to the fabric of the armchair.
"Oh darling, don't even worry about it. Let Lust take care of you." The hellion murmured, letting her hands slide slowly from around his neck, over his collarbones, down his chest and stomach.
Everywhere her fingers touched, his clothing disappeared in a blurry wave, as if someone had taken an eraser and deleted stripes of clothing wherever her hands glided over his body sensually.
He swallowed thickly as his body was revealed to her more and more with each swipe of her hands. Lust's breath caught in her throat as his boxers disappeared, letting his cock jump up excitedly, a drop of precum already glistening at its flaring tip.
