Isaac's world was haze and flutter. He drifted in a place without really being aware he was drifting. Without even really being aware that he *was* at all.
Sound snapped him out of that.
"Come on cutie."
The bubbly voice was like a slice through his awareness.
"Just do it already."
There was a hint of a giggle to the words which had the effect of undercutting their command.
Issac blinked. Where... Where was he...
He blinked again.
"Um hello?"
It was the voice again, just as bubbly as the first time, but now inquiring.
Issac turned to look in the direction of the sound. His head felt heavy, his movement sluggish. His eyes fell on the face of a woman. A woman with pretty blonde hair, bright green eyes, and cherry red... skin... Also horns... And fangs... And what he thought might be a forked tongue.
That was odd.
The woman squinted at him, her face scrunched up in concentration like she was trying to decide something.
He felt as though he should have had a stronger reaction to the sight of what he could only describe as a demon staring at him, but for some reason everything just felt kind of... Fuzzy. Like he'd woken up from a nap and wasn't fully conscious yet.
"Got it!" She said, snapping her fingers. "I must have hit you too hard. Guess I muddled up your thinker a lil more than I meant to."
Her face brightened. She seemed delighted by her conclusion.
Issac just stared at her, feeling almost as though he was watching this happen to someone else.
Beaming a sharp toothed smile, the woman stepped forward and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Alright buddy, lemme give you the rundown again, since I was just starting to have fun, and you still seem to be trying to put all your pieces back together."
Her forked tongue flicked out and gently ran over his cheek. The feeling of it almost made him laugh, but all that came out was a sharp exhilaration of air.
"That's good sweetie," the red woman cooed at him in response to his near laughter, "we're here to have fun after all."
"Ok so first things first," she continued, "My name is Arynzelpherenziel and I'm a sex demon."
As she said this, she stepped away from him, with a twirl. Her turn let him get a full view of her figure. On her back she had a pair of large leathery wings and a long slender tail, both of which he had somehow missed until now. He additionally noted her complete and unabashed nudity.
"You may call me Aryn if you wish," she said as she gestured dramatically at herself with one hand. She took a bow. Her figure was both cuvry and powerful looking, muscle and soft shapes melding in a mesmerizing way. She gave him a wink when she straightened back up and noticed him staring.
"And," she proceeded, "that makes you, prey."
Her smile was wide and toothy and somehow both malicious and disarming at the same time.
"Don't worry though sweetie, my feeding won't harm your cute little mortal body one bit!"
After saying this, however, she paused and scrunched her lips to one side like she was thinking about something, "ok well maybe a little bit," she admitted, "but not a lot, and I promise you'll love every second of it."
Issac wasn't sure what to say, so he just kept staring. If anything this seemed to encourage her.
"Ok then, so as I was saying before, if you could just stick your cock into that portal I opened to the plane of sexual torment, then we could go ahead and get started."
Aryn smiled brightly, her face conveying her obvious excitement. Encouragingly she nodded downwards.
Issac looked down. For the first time he noticed his own nudity. He also noticed his throbbing erection. That finally triggered his brain to catch up to his body and he became aware of the desperate, burning need raging inside him.