Demons exist.
Most of the world does not know it yet, but they do. They look human enough, from a distance, until you see the horns on the sides of their heads. They are unnaturally beautiful, all of them. The women have luscious, curvy bodies, and the men have lean, elegantly defined muscles, and inhumanly long, thick cocks. Some of the women have those, too. We know all of this because their bodies are always on display.
They say they come in peace, but are we stupid enough to believe that?
And they can do magic. They won't share the details of their power, except to those initiated - humans who wish to be transformed into demons. No normal humans know the details, but some say they get their powers through the wild sex they're always having.
Which leads us to the issue at hand.
"They'll know something is up with us if we don't attend tonight," Kima said. She paced by the door, arms folded across her chest, one finger twirling her red hair.
Giva punched the wall. "Dammit! How did intelligence miss this one?" It was true - a holiday this important to the demons should have come up before, but it wasn't in any of the information we'd gotten about the demons' calendar.
I sat with my head in my hands, trying to think. Any human aspiring to demonic transformation would jump at the chance to attend one of the demons' grand festivals. These were, essentially, massive orgies where all of the demons would attend and fuck like crazy, all night.
The problem was, we weren't really trying to become demons. We were spies.
The five of us had trained with an anti-demon organization for years, and we had finally been chosen to go and infiltrate demon society. We were to pose as humans eager to study for demonic initiation. The one most important rule that we were not to break is to not let the demons convince us to have sex with them. It's possible that their seed could start a human on the path to transformation - once it's in you, nothing can stop it. Or worse - it might kill you, or turn you into a mind-controlled slave. None of us knew.
We had been living in the demon world for a week so far, half of the length of our mission. Our choices were this - go to the festival, engage in such activities, and put ourselves at their mercy... or give up on our mission, go home, and hope they don't try to trap us on the way out.
We sat in our room, pre-initiate's quarters, debating our options.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Siro said. "We have anti-magic bracelets, don't we?"
"Their sex magic might be able to bust through even that," Kima said. She stopped pacing and looked to the bed, where her girlfriend, Yuna, sat trembling. Yuna was always shy - it was bizarre that they'd allowed her to come, but Kima wouldn't go without her. Kima swore she could handle the mission, but none of us had expected this.
"It'll be okay," she said, holding Yuna's hand. "No one is going to force you to do anything,"
"Yeah," Siro said, "The demons don't ever force anyone." He also leaned against the wall by the door.
"That's true," I said, thinking it over. "We probably wouldn't be the first ones to go and then be too scared to participate at our first festival."
"That's your plan?" Kima asked.
"It does seem like a good idea," Siro said. "Yuna could stay behind and say she's sick-"
"And what if they come here to drag her there?" Kima said. "If she goes, I go."
"I'll go, too, then," Siro said, "And Yulio." That was me. I nodded. "Giva, you stay behind, in case they do..." he didn't want to finish that sentence. Giva nodded.
I looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set. The festival would begin soon. And after that... would I ever get to see the sky again?
(Kima)
I insisted that Yuna and I be taken for preparation together. The demons dressed themselves for the festival, but since we were new, one of the demons supervising us helped us. Yuna and I met with the demon that had been supervising us. Her name was Shuri, and, well... she was insanely beautiful. It was always so distracting how pretty they were - the demons used their magic to enhance their appearances, smoothing their skin and growing or shrinking whichever parts of them they wanted to. They also had perfect hair. Shuri's was red, a more copper shade than mine. She wasn't much taller than either of us, but she stood tall. She liked wearing a bright leaf green, like Yuna always did. I had always dreamed of what Yuna might look like if I could get her to be more confident, to stand taller, and maybe grow her hair out. That vision of her matched Shuri exactly - minus the horns. Shuri's were cream-colored and curled almost elegantly behind her ears.
When we met her that night, she led us into a corridor of the pre-initiates' hall that we had never been to. My heart beat faster as we walked. I looked at Yuna. She was nervous, too - probably more than I was. I reached out and held her hand. She shuddered at my touch at first, then took my hand, realizing it was just me.
Shuri walked ahead of us, apparently oblivious to how nervous we were. Good, I thought. Let her miss that.
She stopped in front of a large, metal door, turned, and smiled at us. "Are you ready?" she asked.
My heart sped up even more, if that were possible. I wanted to scream "No! I'm not ready and I'll never be! Let me out of here!" ... but the mission... I gulped and followed.
Shuri opened the door. Inside was a large bath. The central tub was bordered with ornate gold tile. The floor, walls, and columns were all covered with beautifully designed tiles that glimmered in the light of the sunset - there were large windows on all of the walls, and the ceiling was one large skylight.
The door we had come in through was a small one to the side - this wasn't a bath for pre-initiates, but for full demons.
I turned to Shuri, but then stopped short. She had already undressed, and had begun undressing Yuna. I started to say something, then I realized we were in a bath - what did I expect? Yuna didn't seem to have a problem with it.
I took off my clothes as well, and the three of us got into the water. As we slid in, Yuna looked at me. I blinked, and looked away, feeling my cheeks heat... though was probably just the heat of the bath. I realized how little we'd been nude around each other before. Even when we showered together after training, there had never been more between us that way than with any of the other girls in our classes. We had never so much as taken our tops off or felt under each others' skirts when we were kissing.
Yuna was beautiful nude - almost as beautiful as Shuri, who had demon magic on her side.
Shuri seemed to notice me looking, but she didn't say anything - she just smiled, knowingly. I knew I was blushing now - but it could just be the heat of the bath.
Shuri picked up a cloth and a bottle of cleansing oil and waded towards us. I held out my hand to take the cloth, but she pulled it back, sticking her chest out towards me. She shook her head with a playful smile. "That's my job." She held out her other hand to take mine. I looked at Yuna. She seemed glad to have me go first. I swallowed and took Shuri's hand.
Yuna watched as she soaked the cloth and used it to pour water over my body. The water felt good. I clenched my teeth.
Shuri filled the cloth with the scented oil and ran it down my back, with her arms around either side of me. She brushed it up the backs of my thighs. Her face was level with my stomach and I could feel her breath against my skin. She let the cloth linger at the base of my bottom. I knew I must have been bright red. I couldn't turn to look at Yuna.
I felt the cloth come around to my front, as Shuri wiped up my body, lingering around my breasts. I'd been afraid of that. I felt the cloth brush against my nipples - she didn't press, but even so...
"Alright," she said. I blinked. That was done. I sighed in relief. "Don't worry," she said, "You'll get more later." She winked. I looked away.
I gave Yuna privacy as she was bathed, though Shuri tried to entice me to watch. Afterwards, we were taken to be dressed. "Now, don't think you're going to get away with the simplest clothes possible anymore," she said. "I have something special picked out for both of you."
She had us stand on either side of a folding screen. On my side, there was just a small basket. I could see red silk in it - definitely not enough to cover my body sufficiently. I gulped.
Shuri came in and began to dress me, if you could call it that. First, she took a piece of the silk and draped it low around my waist, as a very small loincloth. I felt it shift against my body. My breathing sped up. I had never felt anything like this before... I had definitely never worn anything like this before. Shuri fastened the fabric with a gold brooch, then she looped strings of crystal and pearl beads around my waist, over it.
She held my arms from behind me, and admired me in the mirror. I started to speak, but she cut in. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten," she said. She pulled out another piece of silk, and wrapped it around my chest, twisting it once in the middle, bringing it under my arms, and tying it behind my back, just enough to cover my breasts. No, not even that - it was so flimsy you could see right through it, especially with my nipples like this. "You look so gorgeous," she almost purred into my ear. I swear I started shaking at that moment. She gave me more necklaces, and pinned ornaments into my hair, with dangling strings of beads between them.
"You look amazing," she told me. I just nodded, half-mindedly.
The problem was, she was right.
I never would have thought to dress like this. Once we're out of here, I thought, I'll have to have some sort of special night with Yuna where we...
No, that wouldn't do. What was I thinking? She was probably traumatized by all of this. And if the leadership of the organization were to find out...
Shuri had gone to dress Yuna. I turned away from the mirror and tried to get those thoughts out of my mind.
"Alright," Shuri said, when she was done with Yuna. She told us to face away from the screen as she pulled it away. "Turn around!"
I did so, and gasped.
I had never seen anything so beautiful as Yuna was at that moment, dressed like I was, in a light green silk loincloth, and sheer barely-there silk over her breasts. She never dressed to show off, and she never showed that much skin. I always knew she would look amazing, and my feelings were confirmed. Every inch of her was beautiful. The jewelry draped over her head, across her chest, and down over her stomach made her look so sophisticated, like a princess. The soft silk between her legs looked so sensual, it made me want to hold her and make love to her right then.
To do things to her - with her - like we never had...
I stopped, remembering where we were. I saw Yuna look at me, and I saw her expression sober as well - her thoughts followed the same path as mine, as they often did.
