Don't Touch

Red glow.

Sinister eyes appearing on your walls.

Yep, Tsuki came over to visit.

You dart rapidly over to your kitchen, getting to watch her re-emerge from the same marble kitchentop she loves. Wait another three seconds and the ominous music starts playing.

"Heyo Tsuki." You say casually while getting water.

"Greetings human."

"Drop the formalities, you know where you are."

"Oh yeah, hello!"

She finally pulls herself out of the marble, kicking the cleaning supplies out of the cupboard underneath. "It's been too long."

"Three days?"

Tsuki hovers over, sitting on her invisible chair of haunted souls. One of those could be you but being smooth turns out to be a saving grace. Able to walk yourself out of the minefield and make a friend in the definitely evil demon.

"Time is different when you don't sleep, human. I've missed you." Okay– maybe 'friends' is inaccurate, but so is every other term. "Can we?"

"You are wearing far too few layers." That's another sentence that doesn't make sense, the goal traditionally is to have less clothes on– not more. Your entire relationship dynamic is doomed by the same simple prospect.

If Tsuki's skin touches yours, you will be cursed. What that curse is, she doesn't worry your 'stupid' brain with.

Still not in the market to fuck around and find out on this one.

"I know…. I wanted your clothes, it's as close as I can get." She looks towards the ground, how can a girl who's job is eternal damnation be this cute?

"Oh Satan you are cute, just needed to ask. Come over then."

Your bedroom looks significantly more haunted than the rest of your abode when Tsuki's here. She sets up shop here, Tsuki scries through your now blood red oak drawers. Finding something that's her style, comfortable and long enough. "This is pretty, smells like you."

"Is that what you want to go with?"

"please?" Ain't it a cute sight? A demon asking for permission. You nod.

Tsuki pushes you with her magic, laying you gently on your redecorated bed. She undresses you with her mind, only slightly though– a gentle pull down of your tracker-bottoms in ways not humanly possible. Getting your cock out for the yearnful demon, a sudden flash of her naked and being bent over flashes in your mind. It's always her technique to get you harder than diamond, works everytime.

"I can't, y'know." Tsuki's awkward about it, blushing though you know what she's implying. Putting the condom on yourself with your (human) hands.

"Do the eyes see, y'know?"

"They are my eyes… I see everything that happens, every angle at the same time. Focus on me, human." It's too abstract for your mind to get, next part is simple. Tsuki uses her (demon) hands to lower hers but your pants down just enough and not an inch more, tugging her underwear– bought for these occasions– to the side.

Then she gets close, mantling you– putting her hands on your hoodie with the sleeves rolled down. Tsuki's not one to wait around, demons have obligations. Lowering herself on your cock, it never gets easier. She's blissfully hot, tight like she's trying to take your soul.

Demon pussy huh?

"Mmh." Tsuki doesn't permit herself to be loud, starting at a moderate pace and focusing on raising it. Her eyes are so pretty, splitting your vision between watching your cock go in and out of her. The soft pink flaring up everytime you hit her g-spot.

"You feel so fucking good." You praise, having to dig your hands into the sheets. If they are free they will grab at her pretty clothed tits or her slutty little waist. "Tsuki!"

"Likewise human, I love this." She quivers with every thrust, her pleasure just as vivid as yours. "Now, mind if I?"

"If that's what you want, anything for you Tsuki.."

Her eyes glow white.

She's in your head now, you let her. It's easier to communicate when the words dont come from her lips.

Every part of you is mine.

I'd touch every part of you, your neck, your jaw, I'd suck you until you were drained empty.

And you could stuff me full of your cum, flood me.

You are mine, even in death.

Her eyes return.

She keeps bouncing, uses the grip she has to make her words mean something, the heat in your cheeks rises. The feeling is overwhelming, you howl while her resolve falters. You are close to breaking apart, she can tell.

Tsuki is much the same.

"Cum with me, human. Whenever you are ready." You can see the eyes all around you close before your own, she clenches down upon you and you fire into the condom. Feeling lightheaded, dizzy, heavy and everything all at once.

She gets off you and lets you recover, taking off all of your clothes and staying naked. It's a way to 'get the full picture' she says, you throw the condom in the bed and eye-feast on her body. Her curves, her lips and her lower lips– her ass. Everything you desire to appreciate more intimately.

"Hey, Tsuki. What exactly is the curse?"

"Didn't I tell you not to worry, human?"

"Curiosity."

She sighs, "You'd die, but I wouldn't let you fall into the pit with the rest– you'd be in my quarters and I'd be able to visit you." Hm, you mull it over. This is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you've ever had. Yeah, let's actively die for whatever I'm about to do, genius.

It's terrible you are considering this, people would make fun of you for doing so. Imagine it being on your gravestone. Comedy gold. You dive into the place of Tsuki you've wanted to kiss the most, she looks at you in complete, panicked shock.

You can hear her in your mind, "W-why? Your kind is so fascinating…" She doesn't attempt to pull you away, lets you enjoy your final meal.

And you regret absolutely nothing.