Matt liked to think that he was a pretty normal guy. That he was just living his life with there being nothing extraordinary about him. He knew at some level that this wasn’t technically true, but it was still what he told himself. Nobody else told him any differently.

As he was off from his job for the weekend and his only real friend was on vacation, things were getting pretty boring, so he decided to have a little walk around town. It was a pretty small town and at even at its best, there wasn’t an overabundance of things to do there.

A little shop here, an old movie theater there, stores that Matt had been in more times than he could count, including the one he worked at. He enjoyed the walk there and back more than anything else. He had to walk along a path through the woods to get into town.

He’d always loved the woods. When he was younger, most kids his age liked video games and TV, while he always wanted to be outside. The smell of nature, the sounds of the birds and the rustling of the trees as the wind blew through them always made Matt feel at home.

His reverence for his surroundings was momentarily shattered as he heard an unfamiliar noise of something heavy hitting the ground. Feeling comfortable enough in the woods to head off the path, Matt ran towards the sound. Whatever it was, it hit a lot of branches on the way down, and he hoped it wasn’t a nest or something.

Matt’s eyes widened as he saw what had caused all the ruckus. At first, he thought it was a snake and then as he got closer, it appeared to be a bird, but once he was near enough to kneel by it one thing was abundantly clear. Matt was very familiar with the animals that were native to his woods and whatever this thing was, it was not native.

He didn’t even know what it was. He could see why he kept getting it confused for other animals. It had a long body and scales like a lizard as well as a similarly reptilian head, but it also clearly had wings that resembled a bat’s. The word dragon came to mind if nothing else, even though it looked small enough to fit in one of his hands.

But just as the identity of the creature itself was a mystery, so too was its condition. One of its four legs looked broken and half of its body appeared badly burned, and those were just the visible injuries. Falls like that usually came with loads of internal injuries as well. Looking up, Matt tried to see what could have caused that much damage to…whatever this thing was. There was no indication of what did it but his attention quickly turned to whether it was alive or not.

Watching its small body, Matt could see it moving slightly with its ragged breaths. He didn’t know how it was supposed to breathe, but it was a safe assumption that this wasn’t normal. While the injury and the animal in question were foreign, the situation of finding an injured animal in the woods was not. The animal kingdom was a brutal place. Matt tried to do his part for the weaker ones, to give them a chance.

He always had a curious connection with animals. He would have been a vet if his town had one for him to work at. But as he would have with any other animal he found, he decided to take matters into his own hands, quite literally in this case as he knelt down and gently scooped it up into his hand. It was surprisingly heavy for its size, which at least explained the loud thuds it made during its descent. Once he was sure it was as safe as it could be, Matt headed home.

It wasn’t just Matt’s connection with animals that was curious. He wasn’t officially trained in medical techniques or anything of the sort, but when he took an animal in, they always got better. If they were breathing when he found them, they survived. And all he would do was just take care of them. It was peculiar, but no one really questioned it. Then again, no one ever really saw how little he did compared to the extent of the injuries. He kept that information pretty close to the vest. Laila was one of the few who knew the truth and she just wrote it off as Matt having a “gift”.

By the time Matt got home, the dragon creature was already remarkably improved. Its breathing was even, and while the burns still looked pretty bad, they weren’t as bad as when he found it. As curious as Matt was about the creature, doing what he could to help took most of his focus. Healing happened regardless, but when he was cognizant of what he wanted, it went much faster and the creature clearly needed the extra effort.

Because this was such a normal situation, Matt’s house was already stocked with bandages and various first aid supplies, as well as multiple different sized cages that came in very handy for the occasional carnivores that he took in. Wrapping up the burns as well as setting and bandaging the broken bones, Matt did all he knew and then it was just…waiting until it got better.

Looking at the unconscious creature, Matt estimated it would probably be a week or two before it could fly out of here under its own power. Assuming it could fly. The wings looked like they could support flight and it did fall from pretty high up from what he could tell, but its deceptive weight made him question it. Due to its mysterious nature, Matt decided to err on the side of caution and used one of the smaller cages.

Once that had all been settled, with his boredom more than satisfied, Matt did his usual pastime of turning on his stereo and reading a book as he bobbed his head to the music. Time passed and before he knew it, a restful sleep had claimed him.

***

Matt shot up from his slumber at a horrible screeching sound that drowned out the music still playing. He let out a groan as he was able to put together that his new friend was clearly awake and probably not happy about the cage. “I’m up! I’m up! Calm your shit!”

The screeching continued, making it that much harder to go towards the source of it. It was like nothing Matt had ever heard, solidifying the oddness of the creature. Maybe it was being transported and got lost somehow. He could be looking at a new species, or maybe even an engineered one. He supposed he’d know for sure if the Men in Black knocked on his door, though that could easily just imply that it was an alien.

As Matt reached the cage, which he left purposely across the room from his bed, the creature continued the piercing noise, flapping it’s wings weakly and using its jaws to bite at the bars of the cage in between shrieks. “I have all day here.” Matt grumbled, glaring at the creature.

When it saw how close Matt had gotten to the cage, its wings spread wide as it shrieked again, not an uncommon reaction from smaller animals to make themselves seem bigger. Even its long black tail was waving from side to side as if it were a weapon, which in its case, it very well might be. The tip of it ended in somewhat of a diamond shape that definitely had some weight to it. Matt continued not to react to the display and sighed, staring at it with an unimpressed look until it wore itself out. “Now what did you get from all of that? You’re still in the cage, aren’t you? Starting to see how you got hurt. Now stop moving around. You’re hurting your leg.”

The little dragon creature growled menacingly back at Matt, its red eyes split somewhat like a cat’s. It continued to look back and forth, trembling and clearly in panic mode. Considering its last memory before waking up in this cage was probably being attacked, being on guard was completely understandable.

“You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Matt stated calmly. He wasn’t sure if it knew what he was saying, but animals usually tended to understand him. Why treat this one any differently? It looked at him suspiciously, pacing back and forth.

“Stay off your leg, I said. You’re going to end up staying here longer if you injure it again.” Matt scolded, just to get more shrieking back at him. “Right. Good talk.” He grumbled, putting a cover over the cage, putting his stereo back on, and getting some more sleep.

***

The next morning, Matt woke up to sweet silence. He was tempted to take the blanket off to see how his new guest was doing, but he decided to get it some food first. It seemed mostly like a lizard, so he went out to catch some bugs. It didn’t take him long to find a variety and to get back to his place.

Keeping quiet for the most part, Matt slowly made his way to the cage, listening intently. He could hear breathing so that was a good sign. With a sigh, he slowly pulled the cover off to see the little dragon practically glaring at him. “If you scream at me again, you’re not getting any food.” He threatened, motioning to the bugs.

The dragon looked at the bugs and back at him and let out a low growling sound. Its body seemed to shudder with the effort, but upon closer inspection, its leg was doing a little better compared to yesterday though the burns clearly had some time to go still.

“Growling. I suppose that’s better.” Matt rolled his eyes as he opened the bag he had and slowly let the bugs out. Even injured, the dragon moved quickly as soon as it saw movement and they were all gone in a few seconds. Matt chuckled as one of the flying ones tried to get away just to get snapped up at the last minute. He specifically got a wide variety to see what it preferred only to see that its preference was clearly anything that was too close while it was hungry. As soon as it was finished, it turned its red eyes back to Matt, growling again.

“Yeah, you struck me as a carnivore. I’ll get you some water in a second.” As it wasn’t screaming anymore, Matt continued to get a better look at it. As if it knew what he was doing, it stared right back with an almost dull glow in its eyes. He assumed it was a reflection of the light. Once again Matt asked himself the million-dollar question. “What…are you?” To which it growled back at him in response. “Yeah, yeah. Water, I’m getting it.”

He spent most of the day just checking on it and keeping it hydrated. This was a little tricky since overall, it avoided the water he brought but there were small cautious drinks eventually. Luckily it seemed to realize the situation and didn’t do that ear-piercing shriek anymore. He’d definitely graduated to growling and that was a lot easier to deal with. When Matt wasn’t checking on it, he put some music on and did some more reading to pass the time. He did notice that except for when it was sleeping, the dragon never took its eyes off of him. It made him a little antsy, as if it were waiting for something.

But eventually Matt was able to get into a groove with his new, cautious guest. When he had work again, he made sure that it had enough food and it was usually ready to eat again when he returned. Like with all animals that stayed with him, the wounds got better day by day, though personally he thought that while it clearly was healing, it was doing so slower than most. But then again, he couldn’t figure out for the life of him what the damn thing was, despite all the research he put into it so maybe it just healed slowly in general. The internet didn’t seem to have a clue. He was genuinely beginning to think that he’d discovered a new species over the genetically engineered experiment theory. There was just something about it that didn’t seem artificial. Not that Matt exactly had load of experience with genetically engineered animals, but it was more of a gut feeling.

He was getting so accustomed to things that he ended up getting a little reckless. It was easier to feed it by opening the cage as opposed to trying to fit the food through the bars, and since it didn’t try anything the first time he did so, it became part of the daily pattern. But on the fourth day, when he was feeding it a little too casually, the dragon took advantage, darting at his finger and giving him quite the deep bite before trying to escape again. Through the pain, Matt’s reflexes remained sharp and he closed the cage back on it before it could get out. This time they were both glaring and growling at each other.

“Now look here! You are not getting out of here until you’re better. I don’t care how much of an asshole you are. All you’re gonna do is piss me off!” He stared down the dragon, who instinctively spread its wings again once more trying to intimidate him. This wasn’t the first stare down he’d had with a difficult animal and it probably wouldn’t be the last. They just glared at each other in silence. To be honest, as annoyed as he was, he had gained some respect for the creature. It could have tried to escape the other times that he opened the cage, but it waited until his guard was dropped enough that it could make its move. At least he knew when he did release it, it would be smart enough to survive. That said, he did take the bite personally.

Its growling got louder and eventually it turned into that loud shriek again, but Matt didn’t budge. He just continued to silently glare at it with malicious intent. He knew there was something…off…about this whole situation. Something unique. He didn’t know what, but there was just this feeling he was having deep inside that he couldn’t break the stare until she did. His ears hurt from the noise and his finger was still throbbing from the bite, a few drops of blood dripping on the floor, but Matt refused to lose, enforcing his will on the creature. He kept staring until its scream ebbed and eventually there was something of a…spark between them, and she backed up and broke the eye contact, giving him a few apprehensive glances. Matt let out a chuckle and relaxed. He didn’t know why but he knew he wouldn’t have any more problems with her from now on. Now he just had to take care of his finger and hope that whatever she was that she wasn’t poisonous.

***

“I really hope you’re not a dude.” Matt teased as he opened the cage door. It had been three days since the biting incident and that feeling he’d gotten that the dragon wouldn’t be an issue anymore couldn’t have been more on the money. He only used the cage now when he went to work and even then, that was just to be safe. There was still a slight limp, but her leg was doing much better. And he knew this because the next time she escaped from her cage, she’d only done so to run up his arm and rest on his shoulder like a parrot. She made no motion to bite him again, so he just let her stay there, and when it was time to go back in the cage, she’d do so willingly. This time, she stayed in his hand for a few moments, letting him look her over, as she let out a small grunt.

“Well, excuse me.” Matt replied with a smile. “I don’t know what you are, and I can’t see any obvious genitals, so I have to assume you’re a girl. If you’re not, my deepest apologies.” The burns were doing much better now as well. They were at the worst on her lower half. The upper half looked almost completely healed, with one exception. There was an odd little mark that remained on the upper middle side of one of her front legs. Since that area was healed, Matt had to assume that it was a birthmark or something. His healing abilities didn’t help too much with things that weren’t injuries. After the little checkup, she ran up his arm to rest on her assumed place on his shoulder. He did worry that she might be getting too attached to him. She was almost becoming like a pet. But then again maybe he could keep her as a one since she wasn’t supposed to be in the woods anyway. For all he knew, releasing her would mess up the ecosystem. He’d figure all that out when she was healed.

What was important for the time being was getting some food for himself. Another thing that he quickly noticed about the dragon was that she didn’t just eat bugs. She ate everything. If it was edible, she’d eat it. Half the time that he’d make himself a sandwich, she’d crawl down his arm and eat a third of it. He tried to shoo her away at first but then it became easier to just make bigger sandwiches. She did get into hunting moods where she’d chase down flies or spiders or any other unfortunate living things that happened to be in his house. His personal favorite was flies because it turned out that her wings absolutely worked. Watching her fly after them like a dragonfly from Hell was way more entertaining than it should have been. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was showing off.

After they’d eaten, Matt relaxed into his usual music and reading combo. The library in town was small, but there were new books every now and then, and occasionally they were interesting. Personally, Matt preferred fiction, same with when those few occasions when he checked out the local movie theater. Short of the animals he’d take care of now and then, his life was definitely on the boring and mundane side. It was nice to throw himself into fantastical worlds of futuristic technology, wizards and superheroes. The dragon seemed to enjoy them as well as she followed his gaze across the pages. Matt chuckled as he turned to look at her. “Can you read? I’m not going to read these out loud for you.”

The dragon responded by turning in his direction and licking his lips with her forked tongue. Matt immediately jerked back in surprise as he laughed. “Hey! No licking!” Her eyes seemed to narrow, and he could have sworn that she almost smirked as she darted at him again and again trying to reach his lips, forcing him to put down the book as the laughter shook through him. “Stop! Stop, ya little puppy dragon!” She was still too injured for him to risk physically holding her to keep her away from him, so he finally surrendered and let her lick him a few times before resting on his hand. When he pulled her up and looked into the luminescent red of her eyes, and he could have sworn she had a look of victory in her body language. “Seriously…what are you?”

***

Matt wouldn’t exactly call himself lonely, but the town was small and most of the girls he met found him weird except for Laila. That said, he wasn’t exactly a virgin either. Even a town as small as his had parties every now and then. And when some girls got wasted enough, they didn’t care if he was the weirdo guy in the woods you take your injured pets to. Laila didn’t approve of such promiscuity, but Matt was a guy and he had urges. But there hadn’t been any parties in a while, and the dragon just seemed…too intelligent to masturbate in front of. So as he slept, that left his subconscious to fill the void. Matt always had very vivid dreams. Sometimes he’d remember them and sometimes he wouldn’t, but he was always aware of whether his surroundings were real or not.

Currently, he was dreaming about Amy, the cute girl who works at the ice cream shop. As usual, he was aware that it was a dream and as such was a lot more forward with her than he ever was in real life. They’d only hooked up the one time at one of the aforementioned parties. But here, it was all in his head. Here, she would do whatever he wanted. He bent her backwards over the counter, the other patrons at the store no longer mattering, leaning into her as they kissed deeply. He loved these kinds of dreams. He wanted to get to the good part before he woke up, but the kiss felt so good. It was like he could really feel her lips pressing against his. Like he could actually taste her when he parted those lips. It felt so real that he just wanted to savor it all. The intimacy was tangible.

There was almost a connection between the two. The more he kissed her, the deeper it became. Amy moaned into Matt’s mouth, surrendering to his will. It only flamed his desire for her all the more. His hands cupped her cheeks as he pressed harder against her, feeling the warmth of her body as her legs wrapped around his waist. He desperately wanted to fuck her, but he couldn’t break the kiss. It was becoming too intense. It wasn’t even the kind of intensity that would make him cum. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt a spark. A spark that seemed all too familiar, though he couldn’t put his mind on why. He moaned back into the kiss as the intensity increased. Amy reached up and moved one of his hands to her neck.

“Please!” She begged. It was oddly not Amy’s voice that came from her mouth, but in the moment Matt didn’t care. It all felt right.

He could feel what she wanted, and he gripped her neck, kissing her even deeper. She moaned loudly under him, the spark gaining power as he forced himself onto her, asserting his control over her surrender. The spark had exploded into a flame as Matt’s eyes flew open, the intensity immediately waking him up.

There was a loud gasp as a sudden weight came off him, and as Matt’s eyes focused, he saw a woman skittering back to the foot of his bed, panting with her hand over her neck and a lustful gaze in her eyes. Matt immediately sat up in surprise. He’d never seen this woman in his life. “What the fuck?!” All indications would have said that he was still dreaming, except that he knew that he wasn’t. This was real. A random woman was in his bed and he was pretty sure she’d been kissing him.

“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t help it.” She said meekly, slowly moving her hand from her neck to sport a black collar which Matt somehow knew hadn’t been there a second ago. The first thing he noticed was her long, vibrant red hair. And the second thing he noticed was that she was very busty. The way that she was sitting only accentuated it. And that led him to the third thing. That collar was the only thing she was wearing.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?!” Matt roared. He was confused, scared, and annoyingly aroused and this all seemed to culminate in anger, which he had no problem throwing at the stranger in his bed.

The woman let out a small squeal, moving back from his yelling so much that she almost fell from the bed. “M-my name is Mara, Master… And I’m here because…you…brought me here.” She replied softly.

“I think I would remember that.” Matt growled. This was a trap. He didn’t know how, but this entire situation stunk of a trap and it was putting him even more on edge.

“Master, you did…I just…I might have…looked a little…different…when you did it…” Mara murmured, shyly avoiding eye contact as she fidgeted awkwardly, causing her breasts to jiggle in a way that showed that despite their almost unrealistic blend of size and perkiness that they were also real.

Matt tried not to be distracted by the gravity defying mammaries as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he noticed two other things. Mara had both wings and a tail, and the shape of both had become very familiar to Matt over the past few weeks. And when he recognized those and looked into her eyes, a familiar red reflection looked back at him. “Show me the mark.” He immediately ordered.

Knowing what he meant, Mara moved her hair to the side and rotated just enough so that Matt could see her shoulder. And surely enough the same intricate little birthmark appeared to be there, just much bigger.

Mara was the little dragon. This should have been a very big pill to swallow, but Matt accepted it almost immediately. He accepted it so quickly that it was frustrating him how much sense it made, because logically it made no sense. It only made him more confused.

“At least you know I’m not a dude now.” Mara said, following that with an awkward laugh that was quelled immediately by Matt’s glare.

“What are you? Why were you kissing me? And where did that collar come from?” The third question oddly seemed like the most important, despite it logically seeming the most trivial. Every time Matt’s eyes passed over it, it almost seemed to call to him. Almost like it was part of him. The more his mind seemed to make connections to things the less sense it all made as a whole, and he needed answers.

Mara leaned forward a little to get more comfortable at the edge of the bed, but still seemed to be the one between the two of them who was more terrified. “I’m…a demon.”

“You’re a demon?!” Matt immediately interrupted. “Were you trying to steal my soul?!”

“No!” Mara insisted, appearing both scared and offended in the same expression. “If anything, I did the opposite.”

“You’re…giving me my soul back?”

“No…I-” Mara paused, suddenly looking a little frustrated. “Master, if you would just let me answer your questions, then you wouldn’t have so many.”

“Why do you keep calling me-?” Matt started before he realized that she was right, and he wouldn’t get answers if he kept interrupting her. Narrowing his eyes again, he leaned back and motioned to Mara to continue.

“Thank you.” Mara smiled back shyly. “Now, to answer your second question, I was kissing you because…I’ve…I’ve never had this…form…before…” She looked down and her smile became wider. “This was…as much a surprise to me as it was to you and…and…when I saw that we were…compatible now…and…I could do more than just…lick your lips…I…wanted to do more than lick your lips. I should have woken you up first. I’m sorry.”

Matt blushed furiously and it wasn’t helped by the fact that Mara was blushing just as hard. It was almost becoming a competition. He had so many more questions, but he figured he should be patient and wait for the answers in the order he asked. “And the collar?”

Mara turned an even deeper shade of scarlet as she looked away and tenderly caressed the collar around her neck. “Master… You know about the collar. You must have felt it. Our souls…touched…again…and this time…You…you…made me yours… The collar is a…symbol of that. I’m…your familiar now.”

Matt waited just a bit longer to see if Mara would elaborate on that, but when it was clear that she was waiting for more questions, the first one to come to mind was, “Familiar? Like a witch’s cat?”

Mara let out a small giggle. “Yes…something like that. We’re…intertwined now. Our souls…our magic…they’re all…one.”

“I don’t have magic.” Matt said sternly.

“Humans don’t heal beings merely by being around them.” Mara replied, a coy smile forming on her face.

Matt glared back but he couldn’t argue that logic. “So…what? What does it mean that we’re connected now?”

Mara began to blush again, her hair slowly falling over one of her eyes. “It…means that I’m yours. That I belong to you. That I now live to serve you however…you…want to be served…”

“Why did you phrase it like that?” Matt replied suspiciously.

Mara’s cheeks burned even more as the blood continued to rush to them. “Because, Master…um…I can feel…what you feel. At first you feared me. Then you were angry and frustrated with me. And…while you’re still feeling all three…you’re beginning to realize that I won’t hurt you. And you’re…starting to feel…another way about me.”

Matt’s eyes bulged, and his eyes darted to Mara’s breasts again before forcing himself to look her in the face. “You…can feel that…?”

“Uh huh…” Mara slowly nodded. “I’m… It’s very…flattering, Master…”

“Huh…” Matt grunted. “You know…for a demon…you’re very-”

“Submissive?” Mara finished with a chuckle.

“That’s a word for it. It’s not really what I expect when I hear the word demon. Are you actually from Hell?”

Mara blushed again and looked down. “I am. And…to be fair…I did try to fight you. And when I did, you just…crushed me…with just your soul. You weren’t even using magic…”

“I what?” Matt sputtered incredulously.

“I know you didn’t realize what you were doing.” Mara muttered, biting her lower lip. “But it was like…I got uppity with you…and then in response you whipped out your cock which was the size of a skyscraper and beat me with it. It left me terrified, awed, and really horny.”

“That’s why you kept licking my face…”

“Yeah…it…was kind of the only way I could express it.” Mara murmured with that awkward laugh again. “That and being on you all the time and letting you lock me in the cage…”

“Wait…wait, wait, wait. Why did you let me put you in the cage in the first place if you could be…this?” Matt motioned to Mara, making an hourglass shape with his hands before he realized what he was doing.

Mara bit her bottom lip again and let out another giggle. “I couldn’t. When you healed me, you were…giving me your magic. Fueling me with it, and the…more I behaved…the more you gave me. And you eventually gave me way more than I had on my own and then…boom…I was like…this.” She said, mimicking the hourglass shape he’d done. “It makes me very happy that I’m so pleasing to you, Master.”

“Mara…” Matt began pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t call me that. My name is Matt. Call me Matt.”

“As you wish, Matt.” Mara purred.

Matt’s eyes bulged again. She’d put so much emphasis on his name that it made him feel like a deity. He could hear the worship in the syllable. “Okay…Mara…could you do me a favor?”

“I am yours. Ask anything of me, Matt.”

Matt tried to ignore how much it turned him on to have his name said like that and to focus on the problem at hand. “Could you please put on some clothes?”

Mara looked down at herself and grinned mischievously. She closed her eyes and then the flutter of multiple little wings could be heard echoing through the bedroom as what appeared to be bats surrounded Mara’s chest and waist and when they faded into nothing, Mara was now wearing the tiniest black micro bikini that Matt had ever seen. It barely qualified as clothing.

Matt was speechless, and the way Mara beamed proudly didn’t help. “That’s…all the clothing you could manage, huh?”

Mara grinned wickedly and leaned forward giving Matt a very generous view. “Truthfully? No. But I have not had this body for long, and you clearly find it very pleasing. So, I have every desire to show it off for you. As your familiar it is my duty to make you…happy.”

Matt had to fight the urge to bite his fist. Mara was right. The more the confusion, fear, and anger ebbed, the more that other emotion was pushing to the forefront. He tried to lessen it with his curiosity. “So…about the familiar thing. Does that make me a witch, wizard, warlock…whatever?”

Mara pouted, clearly not happy with the result of her obvious seduction. “No Matt. You are not any of those things. You’re half demon.”

“I’m WHAT?” Matt exclaimed, his lust instantly sobering up.

“You’re half demon.” Mara repeated with a sigh. “I can’t tell what the other half is, but…it’s definitely not human.”

“I’m…not human. At all?” Matt asked, his eyes wide from the shock.

Mara slowly shook her head. “No. The only thing human about you is the way that you act. But…I feel you knew that already. At some level.”

Matt sighed, slumping down. “Yeah…but…that’s the thing about denial. It’s a fact until you accept that it isn’t.”

“I’m sorry…” Mara murmured, feeling the disappointment welling up inside him.

“Wait…if I’m a half demon, how can a full demon be my familiar? That doesn’t make sense.”

“An adult Chihuahua will submit to fully and completely to a bear cub.” Mara answered with a smirk. “In the demon hierarchy, I am very much on the lowest rung. It’s why I was so small and weak. You are neither. And yet you still…collared me… You…thought I was worthy of serving you.”

“Mara…” Matt sighed, almost cringing at the passion in her words. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I was asleep. I was dreaming of a girl.”

Mara began to slowly crawl towards Matt, her movements laced with caution. “Matt, with…all due respect. You know what my soul feels like. You felt it before, after I bit you. You knew it was me. You just didn’t know who I was at the time. Nor did you know that I looked like this. Our souls touched again…I surrendered to you…and…you claimed me. Instinctively. You can’t…accidentally collar a familiar. It takes intent.”

“I was just trying to fuck the girl at the ice cream store!” Matt growled in frustration.

“I was on top of you, Matt. The way that you moved under me did not appear to be you trying to fuck. I could feel that… But you were…doing something else. You wanted something else. Something more…intimate…” By this point, Mara was almost on top of Matt again, her boobs straining against the tiny bikini that she forced them into.

Matt instinctively moved back, trying to keep as much space between him and Mara as possible. But he knew what he was truly trying to run from. She was right again. Yes, he wanted to fuck the girl in his dream, but he made a conscious decision not to. She begged for him to claim her, and he did.

“Is it because I don’t look like the girl in the ice cream store?” She was now so close that Matt could feel her breath on his face. With her being a demon, he would have expected it to smell like sulfur or…bugs…or the PB and J she had for lunch with him, but it was just…lust. If lust had a smell that is exactly what her breath smelled like. “If you would rather I look like her, I will do that for you. I thought you liked my natural appearance. I’m sorry for assuming. I want you to be happy with me. How do you…want me?”

Matt growled back at her. Mara was ten times as hot as Amy. And he had a feeling she knew that and was just fucking with him. In a swift motion, Matt grabbed Mara by her shoulders and flipped them both over so that he was the one on top. As Mara grinned up at him, he confirmed that…yeah…she knew what she was doing. And when he looked down, he noticed that the bikini was gone in a puff of smoke and looked up at her curiously.

“It was never real. I made the illusion of clothing to make you feel more comfortable because you asked me to. I’ve been naked the entire time.” She purred lustfully in his ear. As she laid back down, he could actually feel her surrendering herself to whatever he wanted to do to her. “Please.”

It was the same voice, the same feeling, the same…spark… It was the same soul. Mara was quite literally his dream girl. And she would still do whatever he wanted. Growling, Matt launched himself onto Mara’s lips, kissing her deep, his hips grinding against her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted someone so badly. It was almost painful. Then it occurred to him that if Mara could feel his emotions, he could probably feel hers. And that implied that at least half of the reason he was so horny was because of her. Not that it mattered. If Mara had been wearing clothes, he would have wanted to rip them off the moment he saw her, but his brain had needed to get all the logical stuff out of the way first.

“Oh God!” Mara moaned, bucking her hips against Matt’s crotch, his boxers being the only barrier between what she clearly wanted and where she wanted it to go.

“Isn’t that sacrilegious for you?” Matt quipped, kissing her neck and then giving it a playful nip.

Mara giggled in response. “How do you know I wasn’t referring to you?”

As Matt went to reply, his eyes bulged as he felt a sudden tug on his boxers and then it was as if a gust of wind out of nowhere blew them off. Matt immediately gave Mara a look.

“Oops.” She said innocently. “Such strange weather we’re having.” Despite the feigned innocence, Mara moved her hips against Matt’s, her smooth pussy teasing his shaft.

“Oh, I’ll show you strange weather.” Matt groaned as he felt how wet Mara was. It wasn’t just her pussy. Her inner thighs gave away that her arousal had clearly been going on for some time. And it felt amazing. His hips moved on their own, teasing between Mara’s pussy lips a few times before the head of his cock found her opening.

They both hissed in pleasure as Matt entered her and began to build a pace, sliding his dick deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Fuck!” He moaned as Mara squeezed him back with every thrust as if her pussy was trying to push him back out. With each push of his hips, he used more and more force and Mara thanked him for it.

It wasn’t even verbal, it was just an overall feeling of both satisfaction and yearning for more coming off her in waves. Like most of the feelings he’d been having since he collared her, Matt couldn’t tell how much of his desires were hers and how much were his, but it honestly didn’t matter. As Matt pounded into Mara’s tight cunt, her legs wrapped around his waist as did her tail. It was almost like was wearing a belt that kept him tethered to the demon bucking and moaning below him.

It didn’t hamper his thrusting in the slightest. Though he did get the feeling that it hurt her slightly when he’d pull back enough to yank her tail, but there was a just as immediate sense of satisfaction as well. Grinning widely, Matt began to thrust even harder, making a point of pulling her tail hard each time, causing odd little whimpers to escape Mara’s lips.

Getting a flash of the dream, Matt put one of his hands around Mara’s neck, getting an instant smile from the demon, and an urging to be rougher about it. Squeezing her throat, Matt continued to pound her, the collar feeling especially intimate somehow as the sounds of their grunting and the sounds of slapping skin echoing through the room.

It all became instinctive. Every kiss, every thrust, every choke, every bite. No matter how rough he was with Mara, he could only feel her desire for more. He’d never been this rough with anyone before, and he had to admit that there was something…freeing about it. It also wasn’t the first time that Matt found himself glad that he lived away from everyone in town and the only beings who could hear him or Mara for that matter were the animals that lived in the forest. In fact, Mara was making particularly good use of her vocal cords.

“Master! I’m gonna cum!” Mara screamed out as she shuddered and bucked her hips against Matt, trying to finish the job.

“I thought I told you not to call me that!” Matt groaned, giving Mara’s earlobe a sharp bite and stopped thrusting, assuming correctly that as soon as he didn’t want Mara to cum, that she would stop moving too. It was his will after all.

“I’m sorry, Matt.” Mara purred, her body still shaking from how close she’d gotten as she tried to catch her breath. “Mmmm…I didn’t mean to be a bad girl…”

“Liar!” Matt growled menacingly. Responding to his intentions again, Mara’s tail unwrapped itself from Matt’s waist right as he flipped her over on her hands and knees and viciously slapped her ass, alternating cheek to cheek with each spank.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!” Mara whimpered and whined with each strike, her tail shuddering wildly.

“You’re a fucking demon!” Matt growled, his hands burning from the strikes as he grabbed Mara’s hips, and immediately shoved his cock in her again, using the leverage from the new position to fuck her even harder. “Bad is all you know!”

This wasn’t like Matt. This lustful fury exploding from him. But Mara was clearly enjoying herself despite her verbal protests. Her tail wrapped around his waist again, as she once more gave as good as she got, returning each powerful thrust of Matt’s hips with one of her own. They were perfectly in sync. And truth be told, Matt was enjoying this sadistic freedom. It had a sinister aura…and he liked it.

It didn’t take long for Mara to cry out again. “Please, Matt. May I cum? Please?!”

Matt shuddered at the way Mara said his name, but then he regained himself. “Do you deserve it? Why should I let you?”

Mara whimpered as she fought her body’s very clear urge to cum. “Oh God, Matt! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! I’ll-…FUCK!”

“Don’t you dare!” Matt growled, feeling she was on the cusp by the way the walls of her pussy gripped his dick and the waves her body trembled in.

“Maaaaaaaaaatt!” Mara moaned, whining loudly as she could feel her body betraying his orders.

“Fuck!” Matt groaned as he was suddenly the one who couldn’t hold back. He wasn’t sure if it was the sexy way she moaned his name, how she squeezed him or whether their connection was simply letting him feel how badly she wanted to cum, but his cock was throbbing with the desperate need of his own orgasm. Growling again, Matt reached out and grabbed a fistful of Mara’s red hair and yanked it back hard. “You cum when I do!”

“Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt!” Mara moaned with each frantic thrust, clearly in panic mode as her body finally gave in and she shuddered with the first spasm of her orgasm, just to feel Matt’s cum shooting inside of her, which only made her scream louder as she stopped trying to hold back.

Matt panted loudly as he came hard, gripping Mara even tighter as he felt her cumming on his cock at the same time, both of them letting out animalistic noises as their orgasms only drove the other’s to keep going just a bit further before Mara finally collapsed, letting out a gasp as this forced Matt into one more gravity induced thrust when he fell as well. “Holy fuck…” Matt moaned in her ear, causing her to have an aftershock.

“Am I…a…good girl…now?” Mara sighed, trying to catch her breath, not seeming to mind the weight of Matt on top of her.

Matt slowly rolled off of her, causing both of them to gasp as his cock slowly slid out of her. Catching his breath as well, he grinned back at her. “No. But you’re very good at being a bad one.”

Mara let out a small giggle and moved to kiss him, both of them moaning as their lips parted. “You haven’t seen me be bad. I’m on my best behavior with you.”

“You bit me.” Matt pointed out the long since healed part of his hand with a chuckle.

“You locked me in a cage and wouldn’t let me out.” Mara replied with a wide smile, now giving Matt multiple small kisses. “Also, for the record, even in my weaker form I could still breathe fire so…I stand by what I said about being good.”

“You breathe fire?” Matt asked, his head perking up to the new information.

Mara giggled again and stuck out her tongue. After about a second, it lit on fire like a match before she shut her mouth again, causing a small puff of smoke to exit her nose.

“Holy shit, that was cool.” Matt laughed. “Thank you for not torching me then.”

“Well…if I’m being honest, it was more strategic than anything. I didn’t have enough magic to burn the bars away so all I’d have succeeded in doing at best would have been setting your place on fire while I’m stuck in a cage. And attacking you directly would have been stupid. I only bit you because I thought I’d be fast enough to get away.”

This also caught Matt’s attention as he sat up somewhat, resting on his elbows. “Am I really that terrifying? Before the apparent slapping you with my giant soul dick thing, anyway.”

Mara giggled again. “Do you know why simply being around you is healing?” After Matt shook his head, Mara continued, “It’s because you’re…leaking magic. You don’t know how to focus it, so it just…bleeds off you. That’s intimidating as fuck. I imagine you don’t have too much conflict with humans? People just stay out of your way? Unless you really want something from them, or their guards are dropped for whatever reason?”

“That would be accurate…” Matt murmured uncomfortably.

“Magic is an inherently alien thing to most humans. They instinctively avoid it.” Mara stated, getting comfortable and nuzzling against Matt’s chest as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“I guess Laila is an exception to that.” Matt chuckled. “She became my friend after she saw me healing a squirrel.”

Mara raised a skeptical eyebrow. “She. Hm. Well, there are always exceptions. It’s like a taboo. You can be repulsed by the wrongness of it all or drawn to it. It would depend on her personality.”

Mara’s initial reaction to hearing about Laila caused Matt to chuckle again. “Is that jealousy I sense?”

Mara let out a slightly petulant huff. “Maybe. I reserve judgment. Are you two close?”

Matt grinned wickedly, unable to help himself despite knowing that Mara could feel how much he was enjoying this. “We’re very close, actually. I’ve known her for years. You’d have met her by now if she hadn’t been on vacation. She’ll be back the day after tomorrow in fact.”

“I hope we get along then or things are going to get really awkward for both of us.” Mara grumbled.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Matt asked with a skeptical curiosity.

Mara leaned up slightly to kiss Matt again. “I’m yours. If I don’t like her, I’ll be cordial out of respect for you, but you’ll feel it. And if I hate her, you’ll feel how badly I want to set her on fire and watch her burn.”

“You know, when you say things like that, it’s what keeps you from being a good girl.” Matt could tell that she was half joking, but of course that also meant that she was half serious. Kissing the top of Mara’s head, he noticed that her tail was lazily wagging which brought a smile to his face. It kind of made him think of a pet.

“You like me when I’m bad anyway, so I think I can live with that.” She then looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “Besides, if I was good, you wouldn’t punish me.”

“Naughty…” Matt chuckled before suddenly grabbing one of Mara’s breasts with one hand and tickling her belly with the other. As she giggled and squirmed, her tail began to wave around sporadically, and he could feel her wings batting against his chest. He couldn’t help but to laugh, imagining that was why she wrapped her tail around his waist when they were fucking. It could probably be quite the distraction.

Interestingly enough, despite her clearly being ticklish, Mara made no motion to try to escape. She simply gripped the covers on either side and continued to let him have his way with her, before protesting. “Matt!”

Matt chuckled, keeping the torture up just a little longer, at least partially distracted by how good Mara’s breast felt. In truth, he’d never touched one so big before. It was so much more than a handful it was ridiculous, but eventually his tickling became more like lazy traces of his fingers around her torso. Mara’s body began to relax against him again while his fingers continued to explore. His eyes began to narrow however as he could feel the difference in her skin depending on where he touched.

“You can’t see it anymore, but I’m still healing.” Mara purred tenderly, nuzzling against him again.

“Mara…how did you get hurt?”

Mara sighed, her body visibly tensing. “Fucking angels… ”

Matt’s eyes bulged. “You were attacked by angels?!”

Mara rolled her eyes. “One angel. Yeah. Don’t even know what the fuck it was doing down here. They usually can’t be bothered with small fish like me, but I guess it was already in the area, noticed me and blasted me to shit. I probably would have died if you hadn’t found me.”

“No ‘probably’ about it.” Matt muttered darkly. “You were dying. Is it still around?”

Mara chuckled. “You’d know if it was. If you didn’t stop me, I’d rip it a new fucking asshole if I saw it again.” Mara’s eyes suddenly widened and she looked up at Matt again, feeling his concern. “Trust me, Matt. If I come across it again, things will go very differently.”

“Because you’re my familiar…” Matt muttered, clearly not sold on the idea. At least that explained why the wounds were taking so long to heal completely compared to the times he’d done it with other animals. He didn’t like the idea of Mara going against something that could do that much damage.

“Yes.” Mara sat up, turning around to straddle Matt’s lap, pressing her forehead against his. “Follow me…”

At first Matt couldn’t understand what she meant, but then he could feel that her mind wasn’t quite…with him, but instead it was leading him somewhere deep, somewhere intimate.

‘Do you trust me?’ Mara’s voice echoed in his mind. It wasn’t even in words. It was just a feeling. For him to follow her he needed to trust her, and he could sense a somewhat playful question in her mind and that was how he translated it.

‘Yes.’ He answered by following her inside…wherever they were going. It felt odd, like whatever connected the two of them had become tangible and for just a moment, he could see what it truly was and then they were both snapped back into the here and now.

“What did you see?” Mara asked, her forehead still pressed against Matt’s.

“It was…it was like…an ocean…” Matt almost whispered.

“That’s your magic. Your magic pool as it were. It’s where your-…well…our magic now comes from. It’s the battery, we’re the device.”

“Is it…normally that big?” Matt asked.

Mara giggled, grinning widely. “No Matt. Your magical potential is immense. That’s why it was leaking. There was literally too much for you to contain, and your ability to contain it is ridiculous in its own right.”

“So…what does that mean, exactly?”

Mara laughed again. “What that means is if that mean ol’ angel shows up again, I will fuck it up so hard, Heaven will feel it. And once you learn how to harness it as well, we could anyone who wants to fuck with us your bitch.”

Matt chuckled back literally feeling Mara’s excitement. “I don’t think I want a bitch. I have you, don’t I?”

“There aren’t enough words in all the languages of this world to describe how much you have me.” Mara purred, caressing Matt’s cheek. “You kid, but I am your bitch. I’m whatever you want me to be for now and all time.”

There was so much sincerity in Mara’s words that it was almost overwhelming in its intensity. Matt could feel his cheeks burning, so he said the only thing he found appropriate. “Well…that’s all well and good but can you cook?”

Mara threw back her head in a loud laughter that Matt couldn’t help but to join in to. “I’m sorry, Matt. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Allow me to…comfort you.” Before Matt could question what form this comfort would take, Mara stuck out her forked tongue, which stretched down an almost unnerving amount, reminding him even more of a snake’s tongue.

Matt’s eyes bulged as he realized her tongue was still heading downwards somehow, two feet long at least and still going, before curling around his hardening cock. He let out a hard shudder as her slick tongue began to stroke him up and down, pulsating with each pump. Matt leaned back with a gasp at the sudden intensity.

Mara let out a laugh, which sounded slightly awkward without the use of her tongue, which she slowly began to remedy as she slid her body down, gradually leading her open mouth to Matt’s cock as if by a leash. Soon Matt let out another moan as the warm seal of Mara’s lips sucked him in.

“Fuck!” Matt swore, feeling the multiple sensations of Mara’s tongue swirling around his shaft as well as her mouth bobbing up and down on him. It was like she was stroking and sucking him simultaneously without using her hands.

A moan vibrated through Matt’s dick as Mara felt her hair being tightly gripped. While she didn’t technically fight the grip, it was similar to the way she kept tension on her tail when they were fucking. Assuming it was the same situation, Matt wrapped her bright red hair around his fist, forcing her to work for every inch of his cock she took.

Matt could feel Mara’s desperation the closer he came to climaxing. The fact that he was hindering her became something of a game, not to say that her tongue didn’t fully make up for the very limited motion that he’d give her head from time to time. With sheer determination and the resourcefulness of the ever-changing length of her tongue, soon Matt couldn’t hold back, his cock throbbing and pulsing as stream after stream of cum pumped down Mara’s throat. She moaned loudly, shuddering as the bobs of her head slowed sensually.

“Did you just…cum from blowing me?” Matt sighed contently with a chuckle, finally releasing her hair.

Mara giggled, her tongue slowly sliding against Matt’s softening member as she unraveled her tongue from him and only then did she speak. “I’ll always be able to feel when you cum. When we’re this close…it’ll be even more…intense. It works the other way around as well. Want a demonstration?” Mara grinned wickedly moving her fingers between her legs.

“Don’t you dare.” Matt growled, playfully grabbing Mara’s wrist. “Some of us have work tomorrow.”

Mara giggled again. “Party pooper. Fine. I’ll behave. I don’t have to get back in the cage, do I?”

Matt smirked mischievously. “I don’t know… I think I have one that you could fit in.”

Mara’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling up slightly in amusement. “I know you’re kidding, but if you did want me to sleep in a cage, I totally would.”

“I know.” Matt chuckled, running his fingers through the demon’s hair. He wasn’t going to lie and say there wasn’t a massive ego trip in how willing Mara was to follow any command he could give. But right now, he was tired and sleep was the most important thing. He’d deal with all the naughty possibilities later. As Mara snuggled up to him, Matt let out a contented smile as he let sleep claim him for the night.

***

“Yes…yes…just like that. Keep going.” Mara stated calmly, her eyes closed and her legs crossed on the bed as she softly squeezed one of Matt’s hands with her own. “We’ve done this before. Just remember how…much you’re working with. How big you are. You’re new to this so be very…gentle…”

“You’re phrasing things like that on purpose and it’s messing up my concentration.” Matt replied with a playful scowl, sitting across from Mara in the same position.

“Not my fault if your mind is in the gutter, Matt.” Mara teased with a giggle.

“Says the demon who walks around my house naked all the time.” Matt replied rolling his eyes even though they were closed.

“One, you like me being naked. Two, you don’t have any clothes that fit me. And three, I wasn’t wearing clothes when you brought me in so why should I now?” Mara’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she flashed a wicked grin.

“Well, we’ll be working on the second one in a little bit. You’ll just have to be baggy on the way there.”

Mara visibly pouted to the news. “I keep telling you, my illusionary clothing will work just fine.”

“No Mara. I’m not going into town with you knowing that you’re really naked.” Matt rolled his eyes again. “Don’t worry. Even in baggy clothes, you’re going to look amazing. You always look amazing.”

“Aww, Matt. That’s so sweet. I could just drink your cum.” Mara grinned even wider.

“That is not a saying.” Matt muttered.

“It should be. Your cum is delicious.” Mara replied, slowly licking her lips.

“I’m sure it’s the breakfast of champions, but I’m trying to focus here.” Matt sighed trying to fight his growing arousal to keep on track.

“Oooo would you allow me to do that? Suck your dick every morning? So much better than coffee.”

Matt growled. “Firstly…yes. And secondly, would you stop distracting me? I-…oh!”

“See? You found it all by yourself.” Mara giggled. “I was serious before though. Elemental magic is the easiest to use. You’re the most familiar with its components, and it has a natural connection to you. But our magic pool is ridiculously huge. Think of it as taking a drop or two as you need it. You pull too much and you’ll lose control.”

Matt scrunched his face in effort. It wasn’t overly difficult or anything, but it was just a bit…unnatural. He was technically doing something he’d done before, but it was clumsy. Like having taught yourself to play an instrument based entirely on what made sense at the time and then suddenly getting official lessons and learning your fingers were always in the wrong position and that the instrument had been out of tune.

But he imagined almost an eyedropper taking the smallest bit of magic and once he had it, he focused on an element, fire being the first to come to mind. Matt’s eyes shot wide as a flash lit up the room and in Matt’s free hand was a small fire. “Fuck me!”

“…you should be very careful with that saying, Matt.” Mara said with a smirk. “I know you were saying it in exclamation but it’s taking everything in me not to follow that order.”

“Sorry.” Matt chuckled, feeling that it wasn’t hyperbole, Mara’s arousal had shot up when he said those two words. But he was still riding a high off the fact that he was literally holding fire in the palm of his hand. The fact that he could have done this at any time was mind boggling. Tilting his head to the side, he began to focus on water, and the fire quickly went out in a puff of steam. He thought about it a little harder and the steam became water. Unfortunately, Matt hadn’t taken into account that water was much heavier than both fire and steam, only succeeding in making his hands wet, much to Mara’s amusement.

Matt scowled a bit and waved his hand, causing a short but powerful breeze to splatter the water against Mara’s face.

“Hey!” Mara protested. “If you’re gonna get my face wet, there’s more fun ways to do it!”

Matt gave Mara a skeptical look. “I’m genuinely worried about the possible implications there…”

Mara flashed a wicked grin that was quickly becoming a trademark of hers. “Well personally I was talking about cum, but if you’re trying to get all freaky nasty-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” Matt chuckled. It was still awkward using his magic in such a…focused way, but he felt that with practice, he could get used to it. “That’s three elements down in a few minutes, Aang made this look difficult.”

Mara threw back her head into a loud laugh, “Spoken like someone who’s never actually tried to balance themselves on a ball of compressed air before. Spoiler. It doesn’t work. Neither do water wings for that matter in case you were curious, even though that’s from a different cartoon…”

“You watch a lot of TV?” Matt asked, equally as amused as he was curious.

“You saw how tiny I was.” Mara giggled. “When I was summoned, I hid like most low-level demons would. People watched a lot of TV at that school and I kept the habit, sneaking peeks when I can.”

“You were summoned? At a school?” Matt asked, getting more fascinated by the minute.

Mara shot back a coy grin. “There are many different kinds of demons. Your magic feels like one of your parents was an old one. They predate humanity and to be honest, there aren’t too many left…”

“Figures.” Matt chuckled. “I’m adopted. Guess old ones don’t make good parents.”

Mara giggled back. “Let’s just say I’m glad you weren’t raised by one. That said, they were on Earth before mankind, so they still remain on Earth, just in more subdued ways. Likewise, demons like me are born in Hell and the only way out is to be summoned. But the great thing about humans, is they’re constantly doing shit that summons demons. I was summoned by a game of Bloody Mary.”

Matt paused for a second, taking that in. “Bloody Mary? Seriously?”

Mara let out another laugh. “It’s true. Summonings, Ouija boards, séances, all that shit works as long as there’s intent and belief. Most of us are just smart enough to make you think it doesn’t work, so you’ll keep doing it. Sometimes we’ll fuck with you a bit though. Doing it ignorantly only makes small doors though, of course. You have to know what you’re doing to summon anything with real power.”

“How long have you been here then?”

“On Earth?” Mara looked up thoughtfully. “I don’t know…about…fifty years or so?”

Matt’s eyes bulged with the news. “You’re fifty?!”

Mara couldn’t hold back her laughter at the reaction. “I’m over fifty. I’m not counting how long I was in Hell.” Her laughter became more subdued as she spoke, clearly becoming lost in thought. “There’s no way to really tell time in Hell. It’s not like a Sun rises and falls or anything. It’s…just…”

As Mara trailed off, he could feel in her emotions how much she didn’t want to talk about Hell. There was a flash of a power trip when he remembered he could make her tell him anyway and she would have to do it, but it faded as quickly as it arrived and he chose to respect her privacy. “If you had to guess, how old would you say you are?”

Mara shrugged. “Two hundred-ish, give or take. Not very old for a demon, all things considered.”

“Well, I wouldn’t take you for a day over twenty.” Matt offered with a playful nudge. “Assuming that isn’t an insultingly low age for a demon.”

“Not from you, it isn’t.” Mara flashed Matt a genuine smile, purposely swaying her boobs from side to side to draw his attention to them.

Matt rolled his eyes and fought the impulse to grab ahold and motorboat the fuck out of them. She clearly knew he enjoyed them and went out of her way to tempt him at every given opportunity. “We really need to get you some clothes. Doubt even with Laila’s help that we’d find a bra that fits you.”

“Will I need one?” Mara asked curiously, cupping both boobs with her hands. “They support themselves, and it’s not like I’ll physically age, so-”

“Stop it.” Matt threatened, despite the clear arousal he was feeling from the show.

Mara stuck out her tongue and stopped playing with her nipples and very obviously massaging her boobs for Matt’s benefit.

“You stop being naughty and get dressed right this instant, young lady.” Matt ordered with a playful sternness.

“Oh!” Mara gave her best exaggerated shocked bimbo impression, putting both hands on her cheeks but moving in a way that jiggled her ample bust for all it was worth before she saluted him. “Matt, yes Matt! Right away, Matt!”

Matt was already rolling his eyes as he saw the bats that indicated her illusions and surely enough when they were gone, she was wearing pants with so much camel toe that they looked literally painted on, as well as an intricate bra that clearly said ‘Matt’s’ on one boob and ‘Slut’ on the other. “Ready for deployment!”

Matt grinned wickedly, grabbing a pillow hitting her with it so hard that she fell off the bed, a puff of bats appearing when she hit the ground, indicating that the illusion was lost.

“You’re so mean to me.” Mara pouted naked again, on the floor.

“You love it.” Matt replied with a smirk.

“I really do.” Mara purred lustfully, her tail excitedly wagging from side to side. “Fine, I’ll put on some clothes.”

Matt chuckled as he watched Mara put on the clothes he picked out for her, which consisted of a pair of boxers, which he assumed would at the very least be held up by Mara’s rather…healthy hips…if nothing else, a pair of jeans with a belt, a t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. But what became evident very quickly was that as soon as Mara would put on an oversized piece of clothing clearly more suited to Matt’s frame than Mara’s, they would always fit her perfectly. Apart from the t-shirt which became something of a crop top, when she pulled it over her chest, something similar happening to the hoodie.

Matt’s eyes narrowed in accusation as he tried to form words to the display. “How-? Is that another illusion?”

“Nah. Just took a little magic to alter your clothes so they fit me better. I can do the same for any bras I like. Why? Didn’t you know I could do that?” Mara looked over her shoulder innocently fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Matt growled in response as he got dressed himself. Even with this massive convenience, he would still need to get her clothes of her own if she’d be living with him now. “I am going to spank you so hard when we get back.”

Mara squealed in excitement before she caught herself. “Er…I mean…oh no…please don’t spank me, Matt. I promise I’ll be good.” She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips, however.

“Go! Bad girl!” Matt ordered after he was dressed, giving Mara a preview of later by giving her ass a firm slap to urge her out the door.

Mara squealed out a high-pitched giggle as she left. “I’m going! I’m going!”

“Don’t forget your demon bits.” Matt reminded her.

Mara grinned mischievously, grabbing one of her breasts through her top. “I thought you liked my demon bits.”

“Behave.” Matt chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

Mara smiled as her bats appeared again and then her wings and tail were hidden from view. “Better?”

“Good girl.” Matt praised, gently caressing Mara’s cheek. He was tempted to tell her to make her collar appear as a choker, but he liked looking at it. Besides, she was going to stand out no matter what, with this being a small town and her looking like redheaded sex on two legs. How much would a collar do for that? After giving her a quick kiss, Matt took her hand and began leading her to the path into town.

“You have no idea how weird it is seeing everything from so high up.” Mara chuckled, looking around at the trees.

“Hate to tell you this, Mara but you’re pretty short for a girl.” Matt teased, smirking back at her.

Mara glared playfully back at him. “If you weren’t my Master, I’d-”

“What?” Matt chuckled, feeling that ego tripping once again as he pulled Mara close to him. “What would you do?”

Mara blushed profusely and looked away as she mumbled, “…be a very bad girl…”

Matt was about to retort when he felt something…off. And he quickly realized that he was feeling Mara’s concern and it had nothing to do with their conversation. Everything moved quickly. Before Matt knew what to be on edge about, Mara had already reached up and caught something that hit them with enough force that Matt was almost blown back by it. Looking closely, he saw that Mara was now holding what looked like a glowing white arrow, that judging from the angle she was holding it from, was aimed at her head.

“Fucking angels.” Mara growled, pulling her teeth back into a feral snarl. She snapped back to her usual expression to flash Matt a wink. “Be right back.” Mara’s wings and tail were visible again as her scowl returned. “This one’s a pussy anyway. She couldn’t be higher up there if she tried.” And then Mara was gone, shooting up in the air.

Matt scowled a bit to himself. He didn’t like this. He wanted to help, but he was sure fighting an angel was a little out of his league right now. He’d probably just end up setting the forest on fire. He tried to look up to see if Mara was okay, but she wasn’t exaggerating. They were really high up. He did find a small smile forming on his lips.

It was hard to connect the little dragon he had taken care of with the demon currently fighting an angel in the sky, but the way she’d snarled and shot up after it had reminded him of how she’d show off to him going after flies and various other flying things that became her prey. He could feel that she wasn’t scared. She was…having fun. Her excitement was comparable to sex in fact. Maybe he’d have to take her hunting if this was something she enjoyed so much.

Matt winced as he heard a familiar shrieking noise, only much louder and considering how high up they were, he really hoped they weren’t causing so much of a ruckus that it would draw attention. Once again, Matt got a feeling of alarm and a strong desire to move, so he followed the impulse right as something hit the ground with so much force that it shook everything, the trees rustling from the impact and various birds escaping from their homes.

Matt blinked in surprise as he saw that what hit the ground was the angel. She looked as he would have expected. The top half of her face was obscured by a headpiece that had a large white cross on it, and she sported medieval looking armor and huge, glowing white wings. He couldn’t help but to stare at them at first, and that was when he heard a noise. It reminded him of the cartoon whistling sound a character would make when they fell off a cliff. He could sense that it was Mara coming in for the kill shot. The angel was still shaking off the blow from her landing, and Matt tilted his head as he watched her curiously.

“Mara. Stop.” Matt ordered calmly, seeing Mara freeze with a confused look on her face as she’d been forced to stop less than a foot from her target, the sudden stop causing another shockwave through the forest. Mara holding a massive glowing sword that Matt had to assume was the angel’s since not only had he never seen it before, but it appeared as if it were burning Mara’s hands, judging from the small trail of smoke rising from them.

“Matt?” Mara questioned as she watched Matt kneeling down next to the fallen angel. “Matt! She’s still dangerous!”

“Not to me, she isn’t.” Matt sighed, reaching forward and removing the angel’s headpiece. “Hi Laila.”

With the headpiece removed, Laila’s platinum blonde hair fell free, partially covering her face as she went out of her way to avoid eye contact, her massive wings now covering her body almost like a cape. “Hi Matt.”

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE