Belrye and the Summoner

Well, her ass certainly seems like a great place to start. It feels a bit strange to be groping someone covered in fur, but you imagine that will fade with time. Reaching down behind her back, one of your hands finds its way to her ass. She feels a bit muscular and athletic, yet the fur gives her asscheek a nice softness. You give it an experimental squeeze, feeling one of her hands slide down your back as you do. Her claws are gently raking against your skin, and you can tell she is being careful, but you can definitely feel their sharpness. You feel the palm of her other hand brush your cheek as her lips meet yours.

Her lips part slightly, and you feel her tongue slide between yours. As the two of you share a French kiss, you are surprised to find the sharpness of her teeth not unlike her claws. Despite her goatlike features, you remind yourself that she isn't really a goat. Finding her tail, you wrap your fingers around it and give a small squeeze, and the demoness whimpers softly against you. You pull away from the kiss and tease, "Mmm, you like when I do that?"

"Uh-huh…" she replies, needily. You give it a slightly firmer squeeze, and you feel her wrap her legs around you. Her hooves are pressed against the back of your calves, their hardness contrasting with the soft fur of her legs. "Seems like you like it, too." At the same time, her hands give your own ass a squeeze. "Since you're so into my butt, Summoner, returning the favor feels like it's only fair…"

"You don't mind, then?" You're pretty sure lust demons would be sexually open-minded, but you would rather not assume. After all, maybe in their culture something as tame to humans as holding hands could be seen as taboo.

"Not one bit! I'm into a whole lot of stuff, myself. Probably not a big surprise, huh?" Belrye lets out a chuckle, "I'm a lot more worried about going too far for you—I've heard a lot of humans aren't into much beyond the basics. That's perfectly okay, if you're not! But, uh, I like it weird…"

As you trace a finger down the crack of Belrye's ass, she asks, "So, Summoner, it sounds like you've maybe never been in a relationship before. But there's a whole wide world of ways to have one. Anything from a romance between two people, to more of a bondage thing, to the outright bizarre. What do you think you would like most? I promise I won't judge or laugh at you, so you can tell me anything at all." You feel something rubbing against your pussy. You realize that since both of her hands are accounted for, that must be her dick. It feels strange, even besides the sheath, making you a bit curious what it looks like.

Your hands pause as you think for a moment. Nobody had ever asked you before, and when each attempt to get a date ended in failure, it felt like adding more requirements would just make things even more impossible. "Um…I guess I never really thought about it? I just want to find someone who's into me. Like at this point I would take anyth—"

You are interrupted by Belrye's finger pressed against your lips. "You're love-starved, Summoner, just as much as I have spent my life lust-starved. We're gonna get through it together. But let's talk about it, if you have never thought about it before. I think I know just where to start, too. I'd like you to think back to stories you've read, movies you've watched, porn you've enjoyed, anything at all. Can you think about that for me?"

"Y-yeah," you reply.

"Okay, this is the part that might be a little painful. Try to picture them in your head. What kinds of things made you feel a bit extra lonely? For that matter, what types of scenes or stories made you feel a little extra horny?"

You think for a moment. A story that caught your interest, a movie that made you feel an empty longing inside, various things scattered throughout your porn collection, a beautiful song whose lyrics you were certain had been written for you…You feel Belrye's hand rubbing on your back, reassuring you to take as long as you need.

A wave of futility washes over you, as the same old intrusive thoughts drift back. What's the point? I'll never have that in my life, anyway. That kind of thing only happens for other people, not me. You try to push those thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand. After all, this is the furthest you have ever gotten with someone, and she sounds genuinely interested in you.

"Sorry," she whispers, "I know it's probably hard for you. If you would like, maybe we could start from a different direction?"

You take a deep breath. Well, if you are going to open up about what you are into, you can't really imagine anyone more receptive than a lust demoness, especially one who seems so reassuring. Besides, you can't imagine ever getting another opportunity like this one, and you would kick yourself for the rest of your life if you let it slip by. You give Belrye's ass a final, firm squeeze as you finish psyching yourself up, feeling her arch her back in response.

If you're being honest, you are into…