Erendiel shivered imperceptibly at the unexpected pleasantness of the touch. She couldn't help but be a bit irritated with herself at the feeling; the demon was still an enemy and she wasn't about to let go of discipline for some admittedly appealing red legs. And breasts. And... no. No. Control. She was not here for anything of the sort, and she would remember that in the future.
Zalana seemed to sense the human's discomfort, taunting her with a slow stroke of a fingertip over her breast, seeming to linger a little longer at the nipple. Erendiel couldn't quite help it, breathing a little more heavily. Whether she liked it or not, it felt good.
"What's the matter? You seem a little distracted."
The sly expression on Zalana's face managed to be both unnerving and exciting, her red eyes meeting the human woman's and sending an unexpectedly sensual chill down her spine. Taking full advantage of her obvious power in the situation, the demon moved closer, softly pressing the warm contours of her slim, pleasantly curved body against Erendiel in all the right places.
"It doesn't all have to be so hard," the demon whispered into her ear. However, Zalana had underestimated the woman's power to resist temptation, feeling a strong grip close on her conveniently positioned throat. The light in Erendiel's eyes was undimmed as she snarled through clenched teeth,
"There's no pleasure I'll receive from a tain- tainted... uhh..."
Zalana, realizing the still very real danger of the situation, had brought her fingers into play, introducing herself to the sensitive folds of Erendiel's lips as she let out a contented breath. Not about to allow time for a counterattack or resistance, the demon worked to an optimal position, straddling Erendiel's hip to allow an ideal angle for her arm as she efficiently brought the human's clitoris to a warm excitement with perfect circular strokes, mouth twisting into a self-satisfied smile at the spellcaster's involuntary pleasure.
Busy with one hand, the demon brought the other behind her conquest's head, pulling her in for a hard kiss with her foot-long black tongue. Reeling from the unexpected pleasure, Erendiel's body was momentarily a lost cause as she struggled to pull her mind away from the waves of warmth pulsing through her, exerting every effort to turn from the easy surrender that was so near. She could not, would not let herself be conquered so easily... but Zalana really did know what she was doing, which was made even clearer as she felt a preliminary drop roll down her inner thigh. Whimpering with frustration at her weakness, Erendiel attempted to wrench her body away from the demon's touch, but could only manage a pathetic wriggle that sent another, larger wave of heat rippling through her.
Zalana was now more than a little wet herself, rubbing her own clit against Erendiel's leg as she rapidly became just as aroused as her victim. The hands that had been locked around her throat now limply stayed there for lack of a better idea, their owner too preoccupied to do anything about it. The demon, however, had other ideas, gently maneuvering one of Erendiel's hands to her own dripping crotch, giving it a slight encouraging push.
"See how nice this can be? Just relax, love. Just relax."
The response, while probably intended to be a defiant outburst, came out as a moan carrying equal notes of pleasure and anger, Erendiel's iron will matched by Zalana's overpowering aura of lust. Delighted with her success, the demon removed her hand from the young woman's vagina for a taste of her nectar, pleased both by the taste and the hand that almost immediately tried to bring her back down for more. At this point, Erendiel was stroking the demon to the best of her ability, body acting beyond her will purely out of a growing thirst for more of the new sensations.
Considering Zalana's skill, it was no surprise that she was quickly bringing Erendiel to the brink, her face breaking into an even wider grin as the human body began to convulse against hers. To the demon's surprise, this didn't finalize the surrender. In fact, the resistance seemed to gain strength, the human fingers withdrawing from her needy, wet pussy as Erendiel's face regained some composure. Maybe it did feel nice, very nice, but she was not, not going to come for a demon. Sweeping a leg behind Zalana's knee, she was released from the spell as the demon fell to the ground, caught off guard and sprawled on her back in the dust.
Bending down to look the red-skinned seductress in the eyes as she planted a foot firmly on her neck, it was Erendiel's turn for a superior smile. Zalana was fairly unperturbed, still casually touching herself as she calmly stared back with a look that was clearly a challenge.
"Enough demon pheromones. Honestly, I doubt I'd find you that hot if you went about it like a human. Sure, you've got a nice body," Erendiel said as she quickly glanced over the smooth, hard curves of the demon's stomach, "but I doubt you're as attractive without the chemicals."
With that, Erendiel took advantage of her regained focus to create a magical filter, a dim purple haze around her face that, while letting her breathe with ease, prevented the arousing odors of Zalana's glistening, moist body from working their task. Straightening up and crossing her arms with an air of tremendous satisfaction, the human crossed her arms, and, smirking, spoke again.
"In fact, if we play fair, I don't think you could even make me wet. Go ahead, do your worst."
Giving her puss a light stroke that was more for the sake of a tease than for pleasure, Erendiel looked down at Zalana. The dominant demon was, for the first time, showing a bit of a scowl, and it was immediately obvious that, regardless of what happened in the next few hours, some poor soul was in for a sexual brutalizing later. Rising to her feet with smooth, expertly rippling movements that by themselves would have brought most men to a painful level of hardness on the spot, Zalana practically radiated sex as she stood, displaying the spectacular curvature of her body to its maximum.
Pert handfuls of breast stood as perfectly-sized monuments to sexuality, their crimson contours adorned by coal-black nipples, pushed slowly back and forth by her aroused breathing, their dully shining rings impossible not to notice. Her perfect chest was flanked by lithely muscular shoulders, not possessing much mass, but rather framing her slender torso while serving as a reminder that her power was not limited to sex appeal. Despite her jaw-dropping breasts, the highlight of her upper body was undeniably a perfectly proportioned waist, an agonizingly slim bridge from chest to lithe, toned hips, itself featuring an alluringly defined set of muscles, subtly advertising the limber, athletic abilities of its owner. Her hips flared gloriously into lean, long thighs, curving like the taut wood of a bow. This particular bow fired a strong shot, as Zalana's legs narrowly outshone the rest of her physique. Long in a tantalizingly lissome way that was simultaneously inviting and powerful, red skin a soft sheath to muscles that could clearly flex and stretch in nearly any manner she desired, culminating in graceful, clawed feet that clearly did not require shoes, the demon's lower limbs had all the deadly grace of a beautifully crafted, curved blade sharpened to a razor's edge and polished to a mirror's shine.
Erendiel's mind had hardened again. Without the irresistible aura of demon pheromones to sway her judgment, she only let slip a small twitch of the mouth at the inhumanly erotic form before her. Seeing the need for more, Zalana dropped her pose and began to walk, hips gliding in a hypnotically repeated arc as her impossibly alluring legs carried her close enough for the human to feel the unnatural heat of her body. Long tongue snaking out across her dark lips, the demon playfully slid a finger along one of her horns while massaging more wetness from her depths with another. Her lips, shining like polished onyx with a fresh coating of saliva, were parted slightly in a often-seen but undeniably compelling way, their warm moisture beckoning like unholy treasure to Erendiel.
