->**Stuck In Another World** <-

“Tonight at seven? Got it. No, I don’t need any servants… Oh come on, this another joke about my name? Game over.”

With a disgusted sigh, Demon Bainsworth hung up the phone. He’d already graduated highschool and finished his first year in college, but no matter how old he got, people teased him about his name.

His parents, long JRPG aficionados, had several baby names in mind. Sephiroth, Zaine, Chrono, there were many heroes and villains that would have elicited a sigh from their son, names that would have been easy to joke about.  

Instead of anything sensible they named him after the Demon King, like the ones plaguing the hero in JRPGs. It was already enough to make him seethe as a kid, and it didn’t get any better as he grew older.  

Attempts to make a nickname out of it by rearranging it like Denom were a dud, and Demo wasn’t popular either. Even aliases like Damon or Damien failed as soon as his parents talked. 

For everyone else he could only be Demon.

At least he found “friends”, even if they were fond of beating a horse until the glue factory went out of business, so his social life wasn’t in the depths of hell too. It wasn't like they were really fans of his though - they were fans of his looks, that's all. 

In this world, the bright sophomore known as Demon sighed as he walked around a corner. He passed by the brick mortar of a shop, stopping at the corner. He stared ahead at the trees in the park and heaved a long sigh. 

His feet were beginning to hurt from how much he’d been walking. He'd endured some juvenile humiliation earlier and by now he was looking for a place to stop and rest. With the party an hour away, he'd need to find some way of slipping into something nicer. Then maybe he could tell his "friends" how he really felt about them.

**Blurrii! Blurrii!**

The chime of a fire siren, courtesy of his phone's alarm, jolted him out of his brooding. Messenger was unknown, as it always was before he heard a new scam. A wry smile formed on his lips. Maybe he could kill some time like this. Swiping up and holding it to his ear, he prepared for another stiff delivery. He was already making bets in his head on the type of salesman.

The other side said nothing for a few seconds. Just as he reached to hang up, a faint, high pitched and very feminine voice whispered to him.

“Oh hero, appear… Oh hero, show up. Come, and save us.”

His smile faltered. A shiver ran up his spine. Coupled with the call before, this felt like a bad prank. It was probably someone who was in on the joke. Despite himself – the girl on the other side sounded really cute. Like an anime character... or a siren. The thought someone leaked his phone number raced through his mind.

Then he stopped himself. Even if it was a prank, he was confident he could handle it. His cocky smile shattered and resettled into an easygoing grin.

“Sure, I’ll help. What do you need?”

With those words, a burst of light erupted on the spot, then faded. The young man known as Demon Bainsworth disappeared with it.

“W-What!? Too bright, way too bright!”

Blinding, beautiful lights surrounded Demon, causing him to hold his arms up against his face as he shut his eyes. Despite his precautions he was already seeing stars as his vision struggled to adjust. After rapid blinking, he found himself surrounded by darkness. At the same time, he felt strangely invigorated, like he'd had a good long nap.

The smell of weathered stone was beginning to fill his nose. It wasn’t at all like the brick pizza store he’d passed by. It wasn't the edge where suburbia meets urbanism. This was something else, far deeper.

His eyes began to adjust as he struggled to his feet and saw a small light at the far end of the room, where someone had her hands clasped together.

“Aohmygosh it worked- Ahi, I mean, I’m so glad it worked! Hero, are you okay?”

The girl whose voice matched the caller yelled out to him, but Demon brushed her off. There wasn’t a point saying anything when he could barely see in front of his face.

As Demon’s eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, that strange feeling he felt was acting up again. All around him were dark stone walls lined with paintings that looked preserved in amber. Behind him was a throne a few steps up, and by his feet laid a complex diagram of pentagrams and circles with an unknown language lining the edges.

In other words, it couldn't be anything but a typical summoning circle.

Everything clicked at once – he was isekaied! He’d actually been pulled into another world! 

The girl kept talking, but even if she yelled Demon wouldn't be able to hear her over the sound of his heart. It thumped wildly in his chest and it felt like it couldn’t stop. This was way better than some party he never wanted to do anyway – they deserved to get ghosted. If he was being summoned, that meant there were threats, and he could save this world and get the rewards that a hero like him deserved!

“Ah… Yeah, I’m fine, no worries.”

She stared at him indignantly, but his words seemed to calm her. Though this wasn’t really the same atmosphere as the summons he’d read about, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even being able to make out the dusty conditions of the room made it feel like his senses were amplified. 

Maybe there was a status window he could open if he said the right words. Now wasn't the right time for those.

“Goa- Great, you can understand me? Pardon my language Sir Hero, but I thought you might not be able to understand me s… as, you came from another world.”

The young woman at the other end of the room called out to Demon again. For some reason, his heightened senses had trouble adjusting that far out so he had to walk closer to her. As soon as he stepped off the summoning circle, everything lit up. No – the circle wasn’t holding him back anymore.

Now he could see the light was coming from an amulet around her neck, and it gave him a good look at the rest of her body.  

Immediately he saw her long, purple hair that draped down well past her shoulders, with eyes like morning glories to match. She had smooth peachy-colored skin, with breasts big enough to squeeze in his palms. The pair that caught his attention before that were her fluffy cat ears sticking up and twitching.

No doubt it was a fantasy world. In another era, Demon might be caught off guard and asking more questions. He, on the other hand, read isekai series with a deep passion! They were his outlet, his hope that he would find his true calling somewhere. 

This was his time to shine, not worry about his backlog. 

He patted himself once over. Everything was still the same. Hoodie, check. Jeans, check. Phone with over half its battery life remaining, check. Pinch to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, check. He was on a roll!

“Clear as can be. Who are you, and what do you need?”

Demon didn’t expect that to be a hard question, but upon hearing him the catgirl’s pupils constricted. He was confused before realizing he hadn’t asked anything until then. She must have been caught off guard. That had to be the reason why. There was no reason to get stage fright.


“I-I’m… Prinncess Chouko, hai-er to the Loop-Tres Kingdom. I-we need your help, brave hero, to take out the monsters that threate-te-en our world!”

Chouko clutched her hands more tightly and bobbed herself back and forth, causing her cleavage to jiggle. Now that Demon had another look, she really had a nice, solid pair of breasts, definitely the envy of girls he saw on the streets and school. Fantasy worlds really were on another level.

It managed to distract him enough that he didn’t dwell on why she sounded so nervous, and her tone so very casual compared to the princesses he’d heard. He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture of her dumbfounded expression.

Afterwards, he paused and looked around. Now that he saw more he could tell the throne room was in complete disarray. Paintings left to rot on the floor or crooked on the walls, tarnished armor and shattered statues. A faint aura of dust permeating the entire room. The throne itself leaned against the floor with two legs missing. Why would a princess be summoning him here?

“Aren’t conditions normally… cleaner?”

“Nyaeh!? That’s b-because, er, we had to evacuate and I came back to call for your help. There was a-a- big battle between all of mya guards and the monster. They all perished before I could summon you.”

“That makes sense. I can see why you keep blinking and have a hard time looking at me, that must’ve been tough..”

Demon nodded to himself – it must have been hard to escape when the maids hadn’t cleaned this place up. Now that he thought about it, there could be maids here too. You can't have a castle without maids after all. What was his isekai life going to be like?

“H-hero… You’re drooling.”

“Oh? Sorry.”

Wiping the spit from his mouth, he slid his phone back in his pocket and walked forward. Chouko’s expression shifted, and her eyes darted to the side. 

“Something the matter?”

“Oh, it’s- There’s a slight problem, if you could help me out brave hero, that would be so very app-re-sheated…”

Now that he was closer to her, that bad feeling he had was welling up again. Before the girl had managed to distract him with her good looks and sweet words, but as he got closer to her he saw that she wasn’t really wearing what would be considered formal wear for princesses. Unless the princesses of this world all wore long leather gloves and fur trimmed jackets over corsets that showed off their cleavage.

She looked more like a graverobber!

The strangest part was that he couldn’t see her legs. At first he assumed she was sitting somewhere and he couldn’t see it. Now that he had a closer look, he saw the light coming off her amulet wasn’t hiding anything – she really was floating in mid air. Or rather, half of her body disappeared through the wall.

“So Princess, what happened?”

Demon found himself with more questions than answers. Especially how her waistline looked slender even with the wall covering the other side.

“Hi – I’m trapped. The evil maou left a trap before he escaped and I got caught up in it summoning you! Please, help me escape from this trap, brave hero, and I will assist!”

“...Maou?”

“Y-nyes, the evil maou!”

From the untranslated games Demon played, he knew there was only one type of being called maou, and from the catgirl’s tone it didn’t sound like the type who looked like a sexy woman.

Chouko was stumbling over her own words again. The goosebumps Demon felt before were turning into sirens blaring in his head, like that time he was so excited for a game he donated to an obvious scammer. 

His initial elation at being transported into another world was giving way to a dark feeling that his transporter didn’t have the best intentions. 

Was this one of those betrayal settings where he was kicked out of the party? 

Or was it one where he was supposed to be the decoy before a girl took over the MC spot from him? 

He had no choice but to keep going to see which genre he was starring in!

“Then, how?”

“T-there should be a secret door around here to get you to the other side… Then you’ll be able to pull me out. I remember reading something like that…”

Now it was turning into a dungeon crawl. The young man barely managed to suppress his heaving sigh enough to turn it into a snort. Rather than try to play explorer for a secret passage he looked around, and a few feet away to his right was a normal archway.

“Forget it. I’ll go through that.”

As he turned Chouko punched the wall in frustration, causing her to wince in pain while her amulet and tits jiggling around. Her lips twisted into a frown and her eyebrows furrowed as she squirmed around in her bindings, trying to catch his attention. However, there was nothing she could do to convince him. It was a sideshow in his peripheral gaze.

“B-before you go, make sure you find me! Don't leave me here!”

“Sure, sure”

Even with his misgivings about her, the catgirl princess was his only lead. 

It didn't take long. Rounding the archway into the hallway, he soon passed by a door to his left. When he thought about the location Chouko was stuck in, he knew the rest of her was stuck behind it. 

The door, a big stone one with ruby hinges, led to an outdoor balcony	- or whatever used to be one. In the corner of his eye, Demon saw a breathtaking visage of an ancient city. He couldn't help but stop and stare.

It looked like it came right out of a fantasy game. A massive cathedral upside down hanging like stalactite, a sprawling abandoned metropolis below like a vast array of vines, and a horizon that was shrouded in fog, a barrier against interloping outsiders. The gray veil enveloped much of what was far below; even his improved senses had trouble punching through it.

After pulling out his smartphone to snap a photo of the landscape, Demon felt alarm bells ringing again in his head. What was he even supposed to do after he rescued the… princess? She wasn't lying about that. Could she?

He took a deep breath and turned away from the edge to face the castle wall. Walking along that castle wall, he soon found Chouko. He could tell because of the corset she was wearing earlier.

Not that he noticed that when he saw her fat ass.

He'd felt good about his his senses were sharpened earlier, but when he saw how much shapelier she was back here, he couldn't help but do a double take. He had to rub his eyes to make sure. It wasn't a trick or illusion, walking up didn't change a thing. Whereas her breasts were modest handfuls, here she had a big pliable peach that chafed against the chaps trying to contain it. What panties she wore seemed to turn into a thong for how little it covered up. Even though she had cat ears there was no trace of a tail, not even a stump.

Right where her lower waist met the wall – which was when he finally noticed her corset – there was a porthole that seemed way too small. Without thinking twice he gripped onto that ass for support and leaned closer to get a better look at it. 

“Haaa?! W-who’s there!?”

Demon flinched and backed off as the owner of that butt shouted furiously and tried to kick away her assailant. Despite her ferocity, her legs moved slowly and she could only give light kicks. He wasn't sure if she was tricking him or not. He stopped and waited for her moves to stop, then he squeezed her again.

"Ahh! Stop it!"

Again.

"No~!"

After repeated experiments, Demon was sure she wasn't pretending. In spite of looking like someone capable of stronger kicks than this, Chouko had somehow lost that. Up until now, he still didn't know what his special power would be. He had to have something. It only made sense. 

He could figure that out later.

“It’s me, Chouko.”

“Aah, heero? I canyat reale hear you…”

Her dialect was slipping into something much less regal.

“I can hear you fine.”

“Gh… So, erm, can you pull me out?”

“I’ve been trying, okay?”

That shut her up. It was good she didn't press Demon on that, because he wasn't sure what he'd do. His heightened senses were making it easier for him to pick up on her scent. Despite her thuggish mouth Chouko gave off a gentle delicate scent, from her lower back all the way down past her cheeks to her satin-clad toes that was making his mind go wild. 

‘Gni-niii’... 

With both hands firmly gripping Chouko’s hips, Demon alternated between pulling and pushing her body out, but it refused to budge. If this really was a trap hastily made by the demon king as she claimed, he had a lot of time to set it up. 

That didn’t make sense with the rest of the room, and how the rest of the castle, looked abandoned. 

While he finally had a moment to enjoy her curves without her fidgeting, his eye wandered around the edge of the porthole and saw the ridge gave off an odd sheen. He reached out and pushed on it. Unlike the rest of the stone around it, it felt stretchy and flexible – like it was rubber instead of stone.

“Ah-nyya… T-try to be quick about itt, Herooo!”

Chouko’s distressed voice was doing things to him that he didn’t think could happen. At this point even when she tried to talk like a princess, her voice had a raspiness to it she wasn’t trying to cover up. What would it sound like if he pushed her even further? 

His lewd thoughts didn’t stop him from figuring out that strange trap. 

The rubbery texture of the porthole was firm in certain spots, so it wasn’t like he could pull it apart. By pushing it closer, it seemed to relax and loosen up. It reminded him of some safety bottle designs. As he took the ‘teeth’ out, its grip on the catgirl’s curvy body was weak enough that she started extracting herself out; she even praised him.

“Thank yaaa, heero… You actually helped me out from that trap, I can’t believe it… you were too eaasy~”

He couldn’t help but feel happy hearing her thanks, knowing a girl summoned him, had him save her from a trap, then he would have adventures and- 

When he heard he call him easy, Demon amazed himself with how quickly he reset the trap’s binding, clamping down on her hips and keeping her trapped in place.

“Nyaaani!? Wh-What are you… doing, dammit?! Y-you’re trying to hurt a princess?!”

‘Princess’ Chouko’s yelps and swears were useless since she’d already shown how weak she was with these bindings in place. Demon sighed and grabbed hold of one of those succulent cheeks. He didn’t know what she ate to get such a firm, big and bouncy butt that jiggled in his hands as he fought back the urge to scream. Obviously it was because it was a fantasy world. That made sense.

It was a fantasy world where his phone had no reception or wifi so it made sense.

It was a fantasy world where he was all alone, trapped from his family and plunged into a world that looked ruined, so it made sense.

“Hey, Princess Chouko… Why did you summon me?”

Demon sunk his thumb between her crack and pinched down a little too firmly. By this point he was done with the friendliness. His tone was ice cold even as his palm was burning. Chouko wasn’t protesting now.

“Ah-heh… W-well… Ih… Ih was stuck, nya...”

“That’s it? You summoned me because you got stuck in some trap?”

His blood ran cold. He was kidnapped to pull some broad’s backside out? That was all he meant? Dark thoughts ran through Demon’s head. Thoughts of giving this girl the punishment she deserved. There was nobody else around and nobody else she could summon – since she didn’t even try to mention that. Besides which, he was beginning to get a good idea of this trap’s true nature. Not how it worked, but why it was there, and how she ended up trapped in the first place.

After all, it was a fantasy world, so why not enjoy his fantasy?

“S-sorry… Hero…”

“Funny thing, ‘Princess’, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I?”

“W-what is it...?”

He smiled and pulled his arm halfway back, his palm flat, the plentiful peach in front of him calling for his touch.

“Well, earlier you mentioned the ‘evil Maou’. You know, from where I’m from we call that guy the Demon King!”

His question was punctuated with a fierce slap to her buttocks, giving a firm jiggle and a smacking sound that rung out through the misty city.

“MEEEEAAAOOOOUCH!”

Chouko’s cry was loud and high, dumping all of the fake polities she’d shown him for the bandit with a bare ass she really was.

"Bistaaard... Whater you doing!?"
“I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself yet, have I? Say hello to the nightmare you summoned… I’m Demon, but if you like you can call me King!”

“D-demon!? Nyo-Nyoooo!”

…

Without giving a damn about delicacy, Demon reached in and pulled her panties right off. They were already straining against her cheeks before between the size of them and the chaps increasing the pressure, this added torment was enough to make them snap. 

That destruction immediately rewarded him with a pair of freshly-warmed panties – only slightly torn up - that smelt wonderful. Demon was seriously beginning to wonder what it was that made her smell so good. His heightened senses should be picking anything bad up, but even pressing them against his nose and taking a deep sniff only rewarded him with the faint scent of mist.

As he smelt, his thoughts wandered, and he thought about getting a closer look at the source. Demon’s head felt cold and his crotch felt hot like all the warmth in his body was traveling there.

In front of him was a curvaceous moon that drove all of his senses into a frenzy. If he didn’t try to investigate it, he couldn’t call himself an adventurer. He wouldn’t be a hero if he left that alone.

“H-he… D-demon… Y-you don’t have to let me go… You can walk away...”

Chouko’s earlier words of protest melted away like snow in the summertime. It was a ridiculous about face. Demon couldn’t believe it coming from her, so he didn’t even try to care. What he could believe was that smooth slit that greeted him as he sunk his hands into her thick cheeks and pulled them apart, putting more torment on her poor chaps.

Demon knew that the carpets didn’t match the drapes because this floor was bare as polished wood. Even her asshole was a pretty pink. That scent he noticed the whole time was the most concentrated between her cheeks but even there it wasn’t overwhelming. Wanting to take in more of the source, he leaned in and gave Chouko's pussy a tender kiss. 

The catgirl herself immediately rewarded him with a moan he could hear through the stone and a sliver of her tangy juices. Jolts of lust ran through him as easily as they ran past his lips and down his throat. He gulped without thinking. 

She tasted so good his mind raced to mount a defense - it had to be because he was a virgin! That was why a kiss to the pussy’s pussy was making him feel so good. Demon couldn’t accept any other explanation.

Turning his attention back to her instant surrender, he couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Seriously? Are you getting wet from one kiss? You acted like some hot thief but you’re begging like a bitch.”

Despite his own taunts, Demon thought that was really hot. After all, his own experience was limited to games, hentai, and hentai games; having a girl, even stuck, be so enthralled to such an amateur technique and drip like she couldn’t take it made him happy as hell.

He dug back in before she could say anything back and started lapping away at her mound, digging in and forcing her mound to spread out.

“Y—youuu… I’m… sensitivee…”

The catgirl protested, but Demon couldn’t care less. She brought him here, she asked for this. If anything, her protests only made him stronger.

Demon backed off from that deep, cunning kiss and let his fingers do the talking from here. Those manly digits he used to play piano with started to trace around Choko’s entrance digging into it and poking around for her clit, using all the techniques he’d read about to put her in the throes of lust. 

There wasn’t anything he’d ever done that compared to his hands squeezing her cheeks, feeling the flesh rise between his fingers while he sank in. Messing with her lower lips gave him an equally unmatched experience.

She squirmed around but didn’t even have the power to lift her leg up to give him a light kick. She couldn’t even stop herself from getting so aroused that his hand grew wet with her desire. That soft, misty scent of hers became tinged in her sex.

It felt like Chouko packed all of her remaining strength in her inner walls, giving his fingers plenty of tension and friction as he rubbed around even if he’d barely pushed them in. He worked into a steady rhythm and let himself enjoy the sensation.

Soon afterwards she was starting to get into it. Her legs squirmed and she started to flex her body all over as he continued to finger her. 

Even without being able to see her upper body he could hear how she was leaning against the wall, trying to push herself back out to let his finger get deeper. 

It wasn’t like Demon wanted to take this slowly, but he was too scared of what’d happen if he tried to pull his pants down right now – he felt hard as a rock, a throbbing active volcano on the verge of exploding beyond recovery.

So he kept fingering her, squeezing every inch along her entrance, teasing her clit out. As she finally exposed her most sensitive part, Demon mercilessly seized on it, rubbing it right between his fingers. Chouko didn’t have enough strength to kick him, but she had more than enough for her legs to wobble, and her body to twitch. Her pussy was both wet and hot at this point. There was hardly a question about how much she was enjoying it.

Out of curiosity he stopped his sensual massage to sink his hands into her cushiony cheeks while keeping his thumbs on her vagina and spread. He tried to check if she was a virgin. It wasn’t like he cared. No he definitely cared. 

Unfortunately for him, he was too horny and excited to tell for sure. From how she acted he doubted she was any more experienced than he was.

Like hell would that deter him, it only invigorated him. She might still be an assassin trying to wait for him to let his guard down. He needed to make sure she’d submit, and now he’d exposed a weakness of hers. Demon continued his attack, taking his hands away and leaning back in. 

The return of his tongue to her now overteased entrance was enough to make Chouko yelp out loud enough to make his ears ring. He chuckled softly, running his tongue up and down her slit, licking up the juices leaking from it, before bringing his lips to her clit and giving it a deep kiss.

Having let go of his grip on her cheeks, Demon could really get a good feel for how Chouko's ass felt now as he dug in. Each shapely half hugged at his face as he ravished her, licking her as she was stuck against the wall. 

It reminded him of some graffiti from pompeii he'd read about once. 

Rather than history, he was more interested in what he could paint the uppity fake princess with right now. He sunk both hands on her pliable peach and started kneading while he lapped again, tasting her arousal as it continued to flow from her, feeling her body massage his face as he ravished her. Savoring every moment she squirmed, every time her cheeks clenched against his face, pushing his mouth against her crotch. 

Demon hummed happily. Chouko was making good use of what little movement she had not to escape, but to encourage him to push her deeper under the spell his tongue cast on her.
Getting teased again and again by Demon soon proved too much to handle. The catgirl who called him from another realm wasn’t able to handle herself when he had his way with her. In a last grasp for freedom and potential payback, she dug her legs against the wall and tried to pull herself out. 

All she managed was to push her ass against his face more. As thanks for her doing that, Demon slowly slid his hands down her plush rear and down to her thick thighs. Having her body get stimulated in multiple spots at once was too much. The new stimulation made her groan. 

She tried to hold back. By the time she could think about that, it was too late.

Chouko came, rewarding him with her twitching body and leaky fluids. Demon's pupils widened, but he didn't stop licking her. He hadn't even pulled his out yet but he'd already forced her. He couldn't believe what he was feeling and tasting. It was like he was dreaming. There was no way he'd want to wake up this soon. 

Slowly, he pulled away from Chouko to catch his breath, and give himself another grip on that booty, when he heard her panting and moaning again. Her voice was laced with arousal and confusion, as though her very mind was stuck between thick walls and a warm, meaty spot.

“Haa.. haa… D-deeemon… Why are you stoopping... you going to…?"

He blinked hearing her say that. Somehow he felt like there was some window somewhere glancing at him, daring him to make this rougher. 

Anyone would think this was the perfect time to lay a harder smackdown, not take a deep breath and hold it like Demon did. 
That might be his name but right now he wasn’t anything but an awkward virgin trying to keep up with a peer.

“Mh... hmmm... who says I'm stopping? Are you calling the hero you summoned and tried to trick a slacker?”

“N-nyo… I-it… feels too good… I'm sorrry… nya… f-forgive me?”

Chouko’s voice was tinged with uncertainty but also curiosity. Though Demon couldn't even see her expression, her body visibly tensed up and she didn't try to push herself out at this point. In all ways that mattered, she was yielding to him.

Then the college boy on a sudden vacation suddenly took notice of something hovering above him. It reminded him of a window, only it was semi-transparent. 

Now that he had a chance to look, its composition reminded him of a hologram, or maybe a security camera. This, too, was something that showed up in fantasy novels. 

The hologram showed off what was happening in the throne room- 

He could see the catgirl’s face! No. Now he could see her mouth hanging open as she panted and moaned, holding her breasts in her palms, corset partially undone, her pink petite nipples pinched in her hands as she was clearly openly masturbating to it…

"Haha, what a girl. Do you hold them like that every time?"

Demon couldn't help but talk about it which caused Chouko to freeze up. Her pupils dilated and she looked around to see why he said that. Yet she couldn't find out. 

She thrashed around valiantly but no matter where she looked she couldn’t see it… because it was right in her blind spot while she was affixed to this. 

When she couldn’t find it she slumped back down then immediately resumed masturbating.

He smiled to himself knowing how much she wanted it. While he was angry at her for tricking him, he was really turned on by her performance. He was a virgin and he'd thought about how his first time would've been more tender than this. 

But now that she was actually getting into it herself, whatever guilt he had about taking advantage of her in this vulnerable, pinned state faded into the mist.

*

In a moment of calm, Demon felt his body relaxing. He couldn’t waste this opportunity – he pulled his pants down fast, releasing his throbbing pulsing pale phallus from its prison. It was thick and long, the kind of manly shaft that was a contender for world records. Demon was always scared of showing it to girls thinking they'd make fun of him. The cool misty air didn't cause it to shrink. Not did it burst from merely brushing against that peachy doughy cake that seemed to exist for the delight of his hands squeezing it and his face massaged by it.

His whole body felt warm right now, completely unbothered by his surroundings. He knew that he had to punish her, teach her a lesson, and make her his. With her body weakened by the trap and her arousal spiked by his actions, Chouko wasn’t going to be able to resist him. 

As he stared up at the holo-window, he could see how she gasped and squeezed her nipples, moaning faintly. There was nothing she could hide from him.

That’s how he knew the trap’s true purpose. It must've been used to humiliate people in the past. Further confirming this was some icon on the side of the screen that reminded him of a thumbnail. 

An absentminded press on it caused a light behind him to shine, and as he glanced back he saw a projection on the very edge. 

If there were any inhabitants in the city right now, they were being treated to a full display of Chouko masturbating by tweaking her tits as she got plowed by a hoodie-wearing hooligan with his head outside the frame!

Demon couldn’t help but think that was an awesome deal. 

He turned his head back down to her cheeks, and gripped onto one each with his hands. They spread apart with ease, giving him access to her slit again, now practically drooling with need. His cock twitched and it felt like he’d spurt a burst of pre from that sight along. It already felt wetter.

"Nhh... I'm going to do it..."

"Ahya... Do it right nyao… I knowww what ya wanna do… Hur~ry"

Chouko was long past putting up a token resistance. Demon’s biggest enemy was himself. Sinking his fingers into her ass, he leaned forward, pressing his dick against her entrance, and felt it twitch again.  Pre flowed freely from his until-then understimulated cock. 

He dug his teeth into his lip and his hands deeper into her ass to calm himself down. That only made him, and her, groan and moan in pleasure. 

He’d tried to hold himself back but he was fighting a losing battle. All he could think about was how good she’d look with a nice helping of cum on that ass. It’d be enough. A simple pass with his cock gliding between her cheeks and-

“Insiiide… Don’t be a baby~”

Chouko’s teasing made some of the blood rush from his lower head back to his upper head. His goal was clear.

“Are you calling me a baby? I’ll give you babies!”

“Nyaah!?” 

She’d inadvertently helped Demon focus. Now he let himself align more with his instincts, as a man and as a hero from another world. 

He aligned his pale phallus with the pussy's pussy and felt his heart thump. Earlier he was on his way to a party in the evening. Now he was about to lose his virginity in a misty city where it felt like it was mid afternoon. 

Demon didn’t hesitate. He thrust forward and his large cock pushed into Chouko’s entrance, spreading it as he speared into it. The pressure was unreal. Every inch of it was like a wet, silky massage for his cock and he’d only got halfway inside.

“Iiihhh…”

She whimpered and clenched her teeth. A warm feeling around his cock, and a glance down at that red liquid, told him why she felt that way. It excited him but he’d figured it out from the layout of this ‘trap’ earlier, even before he felt her reactions.

“Haaa… Can’t believe you’re a virgin. Guess that’s how you got yourself in this. What better place to have a virgin sacrifice, eh!?”

Chouko’s hymen was torn in a single thrust. Happily, Demon wasn’t the only virgin here.

After all of this, it reminded him almost of a cocksleeve, but he wasn't even bottomed out yet. He glanced up, and saw Chouko was gritting her teeth, totally lost in the pleasure herself.

He tightened his grip onto those firm and succulent cheeks as he pushed himself deeper into her body. She might’ve been a virgin only a minute ago, but he was on a mission to fuck her before he exploded. Inch by inch, he forced his cock forward. 

Her body didn’t try to stop him. 

Maybe he didn’t notice. 

Whichever it was, Demon bottomed out inside of her and felt his mind emptying while he felt her twitching and squeezing his cock. He suddenly realized something - his senses had all been heightened here. 

Including touch. 

This meant her pussy was milking his cock like no woman from his world ever could. Nobody else would ever be able to compare. 

“Nhaaaa~!”

Chouko was totally debased, moaning out in delight while she was trapped in the throne room. The brief focus he’d attained earlier was getting lost in the sauce of his lust-addled mind. From his point of view it looked like her pupils became hearts.

“Iiihh.. ahii… D-demooan, swaait… Yo-you’re so big, you’re… you’re pressing against my special place~ Slow down. L-Let me… Nyoaa...”

Now that made him blink. Chouko tried begging him to slow down, but she was still too worked up herself. 

In spite of her words the catgirl had leaned down to brace herself against the wall, looking back against the wall like she knew. She was caught, totally, in the pace of his thrusts. 

Demon couldn't believe how easy she was.

So of course he didn’t listen to her. 

Now that he’d carved out a path forward, he was eager to claim it as deep as possible. He pulled himself back, his thick cock scraping against each and every inch of her inner walls, pulling himself back until the very edge of his pulsing rod was teasing the edge of her slit.

“Ha.. heh… Demon, whyy are you going ou-!?”

Then while Chouko was talking, he slammed his hips straight back down, making his balls clap between her cheeks. 

She let out a moan that sounded halfway between a normal one and a yowl – with no pain at this point. That was hot, but it wasn’t enough for Demon. Not even close. He wanted to hear more of it, needed to hear what other noises she could make.

So the humiliated stuck girl continued to get plowed by him, his cock numb as he focused on nothing other than savoring this feeling as long as possible before he let loose. He made her cheeks clap against his dick by slapping them together, and lewd noises as her juices and his pre mixed filled the air.

But best of all was how he heard the faint echo of her submission echoing throughout the ancient city.  It must’ve been transmission. Magical audio transmissions. 

While he was out here on the balcony, the catgirl's orgasmic wails and moans as her inner walls were remodeled in the shape of Demon's dick continued to reverberate throughout the city. It was like she announced her own total submission. A thorough and deeply primal conquest.

Yet too soon, he could feel his body tensing up. All the excitement he’d had from Chouko’s earlier taunt wore off, and he felt his cock getting harder and thicker inside of her.

“Nh… yaa… nhh… he… hey… Demon… Are you going to pull…?”

He thought for a moment. 

Chouko was a girl who claimed to be a princess was now yielding before the man that she’d called a hero only to trick him. 

That man was actually Demon, and he was a man who’d definitely think about pulling out!

As if!

Hearing her pleas, Demon braced himself. His legs were wide and strong as he shoved himself deep into Choko’s body, pressing up right against her cervix. It felt like if he really wanted to, he could shove in further, piercing through it and claiming her womb.

It was a shame that he was way too worked up, and that thought alone meant it was too late for his cock to hold on another second.

With a loud gasp Demon finally came, his cock poking through her deepest point, flooding the catgirl's womb with copious amounts of backed up virgin seed. 

“C-Cummminyaa~!!”

Despite her orgasm and multiple mini-moments already, Chouko was completely unprepared for Demon cumming inside of her. It made her body squeeze harder, making sure his cock didn’t leave anything backed up. Making sure he wouldn’t go away. It felt indescribable.

He’d honestly meant to do it for a week but faced multiple interruptions, making him put it off day after day. All of that only for Chouko to show up in his life. This was even better than the fapathon he’d had planned. Everything else didn’t come close to the pleasure he felt filling her up. 

What felt like hours passed by in minutes. Demon came and came. He felt his legs grow weaker. His knees wobbled. It wasn't long. He shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the air, enjoying her ass being squeezed in his hands, feeling himself inside her.

He opened his eyes again. He was still long.

Even for how stuck she was inside, Chouko was slacking off. Her ears were down, and her shoulders were slack. But when he tightened his grip on her ass again, they shot straight back up. Even with the wall separating them, there was no way she’d ignore this.

“If you thought a little squeeze would make me forgive you… you’ve got a long way to go~”

“Ihnyaaa~”

*

Whether this place had days or nights or only a long foggy sky, Demon still didn’t know. It looked the same as the moment he first stepped out onto the balcony. 

The only thing that actually helped him tell how much time had passed was his phone. According to his old friend, it’d been over an hour… and then some. 

That was enough time for him to find out the party sucked and head home to get a good night’s sleep.

Instead he spent all of that time using Chouko like own personal cumsock while she was stuck in place. He ran himself ragged, switching whether he was inside or outside the castle, changing it up… and she couldn’t do anything but fall to the pleasure.

Demon made a new discovery. In addition to his heightened senses, he had some kind of stamina boost – or it was a side effect of his virginal rage ravaging his normal limits along with his sense of ethics. 

His cum overflowed, painting her cheeks and thighs with a runny creamy coating that completely coated her poor chaps.

By the time he pulled her out from the castle’s trap, then himself from her, Chouko’s lower body was caked in seed, and she was stuck twitching and mumbling. 

Whatever resistance she’d have shown him was gone as she could barely keep her eyes open. 

Upon finally being freed, she simply laid there in silence, finally falling asleep, leaving him to awkwardly redress and wait for her to awaken. 

For some reason he didn’t feel comfortable leaving her be but he also didn’t want to be alone. At no point did he consider sleeping himself. There wasn’t a chance he’d want to even if he was perfectly safe.

When Chouko managed to pull herself together another five hours later, she somehow managed to quickly clean herself off – it was through a combination of flexibility and a water sack she’d kept hidden in her jacket’s upper pocket.

Maybe everyone in this world was like her, and he was merely brought up to speed with the rest of them. Demon looked around and shuddered. 

It was fun and relieving to take out his panic on her, but now he needed to get back or else he could be late for his tests and get dropped out.

“So… Chouko, how do… er, I get back to my world?”

He had no real clue how to talk to her about what happened so he cut to the chase. 

Chouko’s dumbfounded reaction made his heart race. Was she angry at him and ready to fight back after taking her purity? She raised an arm up and he flinched. If the rest of his senses were heightened that’d include pain-

She started rubbing the back of her head and laughing awkwardly.
“Ah-ahctually… I don’t know ‘tha spell to send you back, nyahe. Only figured it out ‘cause… it was written there on the floor. I was explorin’ an’ya needed some help, then-ay, I used you… I’m sorry!” 

Now he knew what the mystical runes said. He still didn't know how to read them but he was a step forward. He did just that as he walked towards Chouko who’d been sitting a few feet away. 
He did want to keep some distance from her in spite of her body that was even more beautiful now that he got a full look at it.

Come to think of it, the corset and chaps reminded him of a cowgirl, but she talked and acted like a thief. There was many mysteries in this world he didn’t have an answer to. 

Thinking about those helped distract himself from the fact she said she had no way to get him back.

As he walked towards her, Chouko switched positions and knelt before him on all fours, knees tucked under her, head to the floor. 
It reminded him of a pose he saw in some humiliation anime. In spite of what she did, and how he’d acted before, he knelt down and rubbed her ears.

"You shouldn't be kneeling like that if I don't ask for it."

"H-heeero..."

"Oh come on, are you starting that again?"

As soon as he offered Chouko relief, she got up and started trying to hug him again. He pushed her back while she kept trying to wrap her arms around him. He didn’t really oppose it, but he couldn’t believe the same girl acted like that.

Then again, she’d stopped acting as nobly and more befitting of her corset and chaps. It still didn’t feel like fitting attire for a thief to Demon, no matter how sexy she looked in it. How she got that was still a mystery. So many mysteries.

“I… hehe… sorry… apparently the royals here’d abused the summoning for too long! Guess that’s how they all disappeared and made this the ghost city, nyahe~”

Back up on her knees, Chouko laughed and stuck her tongue out. It was definitely not the kind of attitude he'd see in a gritty western.

Demon heaved a long sigh. He took a long look out at the city beyond, then back towards Chouko. She looked back at him with those amethyst eyes, all curious about what he’d say.

Someone like that would be way better of a party member than the bozos he’d let himself worry about.

“Guess that means I’m stuck in another world.”


*Fin*