Purity

Tags: Magical Girl, Human, Beetle, Bug Boy, M/F, Demon, Fight, Clothing Damage, Possession, Exorcism

After the first rush, I pulled myself free, licking my lips, and then asking her, “I thought we got past your issues.”

“Oh, this is very therapeutic,” she said, growling and squeezing my shoulders. She scooted back away from my mouth, only to start riding my cock with her ass. I churred in delight, but she wouldn’t give me a moment’s peace.

She experimented with my body at that point. She went from grinding against my length to kissing upon my lips once more. Our tongues danced together for a good while before she went back to my cock, lifting herself off of me to reach back. When our lips disconnected, a trail of saliva connected the two of us for a moment. It glistened in the scant light of our room before disappearing and landing upon my shell.

Holding onto me, she positioned herself, lifting off of my body to ready for that moment of insertion. “That’s it,” she cooed. “This is something we can do and not be ashamed of.”

“Ah,” I gasped. “Shame comes later, I guess?”

“We can’t let it bother us,” she huffed, finally lowering herself down. The lips down there kiss upon the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hands running up along her thighs and urging her to push down against me.

She followed my pushing, and those lips opened up upon pressing against my head, leading my manhood into the warm and snug fit. She didn’t stop to let me adjust. Instead, she pushed herself down and enveloped my shaft.

I fumbled around to find something to grab onto with my other two other free hands, my hips bucking upward with no control from me. I thrust upward, and Purity squeaked, arching her back, closing her eyes.

Urged on by her reaction, I thrust up again, but that time, she screamed, leaning forward against me, her hands grabbing my shoulders.

I stopped immediately. “Ah, d-did I do something wrong?” I asked.

She gritted her teeth, shaking her head. “Fu… fuck, no, what? Of course not. Keep it up! You hit it!”

I frowned. “Hit… what?”

She fluttered her eyes open, smiling wearily at me. “The sweet spot, dummy. Keep it up…” her voice left her in a breathy whisper, and that was all I needed to continue.

I gripped onto her once more, my free hands urging hers off of my shoulders and lacing fingers together. I thrust again, going for the same exact motion as before. I hit her spot again and again, and she laughed and cried and thrashed about on top of me.

“F… fuck, I… I can’t keep up. Just… ah!”

I had no idea I could do that to a woman. Everyone I had ever known had used me. They teased me, touched me, and made me cum. This, however, was something totally different. I wasn’t some bitch boy for her to play with. I was a real man, pleasing her.

She rocked on top of me, slamming her hips against mine. I lost that momentum I had built, but she didn’t seem to care. She grabbed my antennae and pulled our faces together. I fought against the yelp of pain that was billowing up inside of me. That sudden surprise hurt, but it wasn’t a wrong sort of hurt.

She slammed hard against my pole. I held onto her, lower arms against her back at that point.

At that point, we had decided on our own to use each other. We no longer cared about the philosophies or moral quandaries of our situation. At that moment, life itself was occurring. It was outside of our control, just like everything else, and we were both absolutely okay with that.

In our final climax, we arrived together to a plane of bliss.

There had been times, long ago, where I would fear my own climax. Then, to me, it was something for someone else to laugh at and shove into my face. But now, it was a magical joining between this other troubled soul and me. That we could reach this same conclusion together wholly and totally changed my mind about my own worth.

After that transcendent moment of release, she clamped herself down upon me, holding me close, and pressing me up against her small chest. She shook. She sighed. She cried.

I held onto her, and I waited for her to finally calm down. The whole time, I kept myself close, enjoying her warmth against my body, and letting the feeling of our combined passion eventually die off until we were just two bodies basking in the aftermath. We were left with our breath for just a few moments, and she pulled away, looking me in the eyes. Though some might not see her as anything special, at that moment, she was like a goddess, confident in herself and knowing just who she was.

In her tired eyes, I saw, for the first time, the heart-shaped irises that I recognized when I met her in her full glory. I stroked her cheek and said, “that’s the look of a hero.”

“Maybe,” she began, “I’m ready to be one again.”

She nuzzled against me, the two of us laying together, cheek-to-cheek. And we were drifting off into the realm of dreams when a knock brought us back to the present moment.

We did not respond, but the unexpected guest would not go away. Despite our silence, there was movement at the bottom of the door. From there, a green slime oozed through, expelling from the crack and taking on a thick, translucent form.

Purity pushed herself up from me, pressing her knee into my abdomen.

I yelped, but she stood to her feet, clenching her fists and staring at the intruder.

I rubbed my tummy, exclaiming “Purity, what is it!?”

She wouldn’t take her eyes off of the door, and only said one quick sentence: “It’s found me.”

Purity stared at the slime monster that was emerging from the doorway. The magical woman took a deep breath, keeping her eyes upon the creature. She held her hands out in front of her, forming a heart with her fingers. A bright flash of pink exploded out from her, filling the room with flashing pink and white hearts. I had to partially cover my eyes to keep myself from getting blinded by the barrage and to see what was happening next. Before me, the woman transformed. Her skin grew into a healthier sheen. Her hair lengthened, rolling down to her shoulders. Ties and clips formed, and long tails swirled around her head, looping into an impressive shape to match her heart theme.

In a sparkle of light, her pink dress formed on top of her body. Upon her sleeve, her heart shield flashed into existence. When she opened her eyes, the bright pink had returned, and her pupils held the same heart-shape I had come to recognize as the symbol of her heroism.

“I’m still a hero,” Purity said. “I will protect the pure and make sure no harm becomes them from things like you!” She stood there, pointing at the slime, her other hand squarely held over her heart.

The slime took on a humanoid shape. Seeing the two together, I could swear Purity and the slime were sisters if one wasn’t translucent green goop. It even had a heart motif in the floating red thing inside of its transparent chest. 

Seeing Purity transformed, the slime held up its hands and pressed its back up against the door.

“Wait!” It said in an echoey voice. “Please, I’m sorry about what happened, but I’m here for your help!”

I jumped in, stuffing my flaccid member back inside my shell in a most undignified matter, but I had to defend my lady friend.

Purity lowered her accusatory finger just a bit and spoke up. “You caused me a lot of headaches, you horse-drinking fiend.”

Obviously, I was out of the loop as to what happened between the two.

The slime planted her own hand upon her chest and responded. “I know, and after we… made love, I learned so much, and I learned it because of you. I can’t make up for it. If you wish to destroy me, go ahead, but please, you must save Tik Tik.”

Upon hearing that name, I rushed up to the slime. “Tik Tik? Is she in danger? Where is she? Tell me!”

The slime glanced down at me a moment, a gasp passing through her mouth. “Cynwrig!?”

“I’ll help you.”

The slime and I both turned toward Purity. The slime spoke up “Thank you, I—”

Purity shook her head. “Not for you, but for Cynwrig. We still have things to work out. Just because you’re sorry doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

There was a palpable discomfort between the two, but the slime, who introduced herself then as ‘Eshere’ led us out of the building and through the streets towards where Tik Tik was. She filled me in on what had happened with my kobold friend since we missed each other. How Eshere had taken her in when the authorities wanted to arrest Tik Tik, how the two had traveled out into the city at large, and, most distressingly, how the demon possessing her had been biding her time until just recently.

And our journey ended at the entrance of a small shop, where the scent of baked goods wafted through. “It’s wonderful,” I groaned, rubbing my tummy. “So much sugar. I have to have some.”

Purity stared up at the sign. “This is my favorite study spot. How did you find this place?”

Eshere pushed the door open, pointing to her core. “I don’t think I was quite as blunt as I should have been. Purity… when I fed on you, I gained some of your memories and emotions. But we don’t have time to talk about that. Come please. There’s many to meet.

Inside the bakery, we were greeted by the sight of faces new and familiar. Tybalt, the Paladin of Love, sat at a table opposite the harpy from the town’s square, whose name, I found out then, is Gayle. There was also the proprietor of the establishment, a man created out of chocolate and other assorted sweets, which I could hardly keep myself from salivating over. He gave a knowing wink toward me, and I had to calm myself down.

The baker stepped forward, his hands outstretched. “So nice to see you finally back, darling. I’ve wanted to show you the new me. Seems you’ve changed a bit, as well.”

“Not as much as you have, Baker!” Purity gawked. “But where is this possessed one? I need to see her now.”

“She’s safe, darling, don’t worry. Don’t mistake my calm for cold. After all, I have her and Eshere here to thank for my transformation.”

Eshere nodded at Purity, who glanced at the slime for only a quick moment of recognition.

“So, what exactly is going on with Tik Tik right now?” Purity asked.

“I’m afraid it’s my fault,” said Tybalt, who stood up, giving Purity a bow. “I thought I could exorcise the demon using the techniques of the Church of love. Unfortunately, the Deom that had attached her proved to be far too formidable. Yet, we had it trapped within Tik Tik’s mind. I thought it could be controlled, but I didn’t realize that the vices of Anteronia were making it stronger and-”

“Where is Tik Tik?” I piped up. “Is this a dire situation or not?”

“It can be, but not yet,” Tybalt added. “I recognized the growing demonic power and sealed it off as best as I could. She’s in the other room, stuck inside a protective circle. Purity: I learned much about this city on my journey alone, and you seem to be the only person we can turn to finally remove Zelb from Tik Tik.”

The proprietor of the establishment ushered the four of us along to the back of the shop. We left the harpy behind to enjoy her candies by herself. Meanwhile, Tybalt, Eshere, Purity, and I went through the door on the side into a chamber that Baker described as “a place for the most important of clients, darlings.”

Whatever services that Baker usually offered here were not evident, as the whole place was retrofitted for the purpose of occult rituals. A circle of white powder rested in the center of the room, and sitting upon her knees at the center point of the ring was the unmistakable pink kobold I knew as my friend. I was happy to see her again. However, there was an electric unease that traveled through my body as I looked at her. I knew on an instinctual level that something was terribly wrong here.

The voice that came from Tik Tik’s mouth was triple-layered monstrosity—a mix of a teasing child, a flirtatious woman, and a deep monster. “You’ve brought the little princess of virginity here, haven’t you? Purity—the hero of this city.”

“My reputation precedes me,” Purity said, stepping forward. “But you have me at a loss. All I know is your name, ‘Zelb.”

The demon snickered, opening Tik Tik’s eyes. The black sclera and purple irises cemented my unease. Those were not the beautiful blues I was used to seeing from this short form. “I’m sure you’re more familiar with me than you would care to admit, little miss perfect, daughter of the whore and the hero.”

Purity clenched her fists at that remark. “I’d expect a demon to know more than I’m comfortable about myself. Don’t think you’re causing me any undue harm here.”

Zelb snorted. “You self-righteous are all the same. You say you don’t care what others think, but constantly seek the approval of others, because your little egos can’t sustain being seen as the ‘bad guy.’ Tik Tik here is like that. She wants to make so many friends. All the things she’s done would make her a monster in the eyes of her people. Tell me again you won’t care when I tell the entirety of Anteronia about you and your scandalous affairs with monsters.”

I stepped forward, but Purity held her hand out to stop me. “No, Cynwrig. I can handle this myself. You sit back.”

Eshere sat back herself, taking the form of a small blob. She formed a tentacle of sorts that held a pen. She scribbled wildly, taking in all the details.

“Always so eager to fight evil,” Zelb said. “Come on, then, Purity. See if you can overcome me, and if you can, maybe you can stop this terrible secret from getting out.”

Purity looked to Tybalt, who nodded and knelt down in front of the circle. With his eyes closed and his hands clasped, he offered up a prayer in the elvish language, causing the ring to glow a soft blue light. “You may go,” Tybalt said, “But anyone within will be subject to the demon’s power.”

“Then, I go alone,” Purity said, and with that, she stepped forward, past the magical barrier.

A burst of purple fire filled the tiny arena, engulfing both of the figures within. When the smoke cleared, what we witnessed was something like a window into another world, an inferno of rocks and darkness, and an endless void beyond their more spacious circle. But while Purity stood there, she did not look down on a tiny kobold, but somewhat up at a more towering gray humanoid with rocky bits covering its arms and legs and genitalia and with wild red locks of spiked and messy hair. It stared down at Purity with a sawtoothed grin and gave her a moment to take in its form before it swiped at her with its sharp claw.

Purity hopped up above the strike and then flipped forward, diving right at her opponent, bashing the flat end of her shield between the demon’s horns.

Zelb stumbled backward, its tail lashing out towards its opponent. Purity held her shield up but wasn’t ready in time, and a ripping crack filled the air.

I called out for her, reaching out towards the portal, but Tybalt shouted. “Eshere!” and the slime shot out more tendrils that grabbed onto my arms.

“Break the seal, and Zelb will be freed. Tik Tik will be lost at this point if we let the demon free.”

“W… what!? You never said anything about that!” I snapped.

“Purity understood the risks, as did we,” Tybalt responded.

“And she’s going to die, herself!”

Eshere responded to that, “Isn’t understanding that risk part of being a real hero?”

I froze at that response, lowering my head and relaxing. Eshere put me down and resumed her notetaking.

Meanwhile, inside the circle, Purity hopped back and dodged the demon’s attacks, claws and stabs and bites and horn attacks. Purity’s pink dress, however, was ripped in various places, exposing herself in multiple ways as fabric fluttered in the wind.

“Look at you, flaunting your body around like that!” Zelb said. “Imagine if all of Anteronia saw you.”

At that, the hellscape they were fighting in shifted and warped. The two now stood in what appeared to be the streets outside. People either ran away or stopped and watched, making such a racket. It looked so real. Even Gayle was there, watching from the window of a bakery store.

“Something’s wrong…” Tybalt said, his arms shaking, sweat beading from his head.

The door slammed open, and Baker stood on the opposite side. He gasped when he saw us standing there. “You… you’re alright?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” I asked.

“Because…” the chocolate chef gulped. “Purity is outside, fighting some nasty monster!”

I rushed outside of the bakery, only to see the same scene that was projected into the summoning circle: The giant demon, Zelb towering over the smaller, hurt hero Purity. Purity’s dress was torn by the swipes of Zelb’s claws and tail, and her body exposed to the onlookers all around her, who watched with a wide range of emotions.

“How can they be out here?” I asked. “Tybalt said they were stuck in the magic circle.”

Zelb continued the furious flurry of attacks, and Purity dodged and blocked them until the strike threatened to get near one dumbstruck young man. To protect him, Purity hopped to the side to direct the demon’s attack, but this proved to be a dangerous decision, as the claw raked against her garment, tearing it to ribbons and burning her flesh.

I rushed in to defend Purity, preparing a powerful pummelling punch at the demon, but once my fist made contact with the beast’s back, it passed right through, and I tumbled forward, landing right underneath Purity. The heroine gasped, dodging out of the way. The demon swiped at her again, sending her rolling against the ground. When she picked herself up, the tatters of the rest of her clothes barely stuck onto her, showing off her form to the bystanders, including her curious, yet cute heart-shaped bush.

The demon chuckled, cracking its knuckles. “That’s right. We’re still inside that pathetic circle, but don’t think my magic can’t make it past that feeble attempt to contain me. I’ll break out completely, sooner or later, but for now, I’m content to give the people here a show—one that you will never live down.

Zelb grabbed Purity by the braids and lifted her up. The hero grabbed onto the demon’s wrists but continued to stare out to the crowd in front of her.

“Look at your hero, Anteronia. She claims to protect this city’s virtue, but none of you will have it. You are a city of sin, and that’s all you’ll ever be. Why would you want a hero like this?”

Purity grit her teeth, dangling there, exposed before a crowd that can’t take their eyes off of her.

“I can feel it inside you,” Zelb said, leaning in, its tongue wiggling out, teasing at her ear. “The secret enjoyment you keep from everyone else. How you discovered that you are a sexual being, just like everyone else here. How much you want them to see you like this. How about we take it a step further, then? And you show them how much of a slut you can be? Me and you, together, instead of at odds.”

Purity’s lips parted. Her breaths came out in short, quick bursts. Her eyes hazed over. By all accounts, the demon was right—the woman loved to show herself off—to have everyone look at her—to want her. All she had to do was jump further to go all the way, to go beyond her comfort zone and—

“No.”

Zelb blinked and tilted its head. “Excuse me… what did you say, I-”

“I said… ‘NO!”

With that, Purity unleashed a burst of pink light that surrounded her, knocking the demon back and freeing herself. Though her hair fell loose and fell over her shoulders, she kept herself standing tall and proud. “This is my body,” she said. “And it’s part of a sexual being, yes. I understand that, and I accept that.” She turned around to look towards Zelb, narrowing her gaze. She stepped forward, and with each step, the demon, now on the ground, backed away. “And I get to do with my body what I please, not what you want, and not what anyone else wants. So, I’ll repeat it. Zelb, to you, I say ‘No.”

Zelb grabbed onto its face, screaming and writing upon the floor. The demon then petrified, crumbling away before the hero, just as the vision of the two of them upon the street vanished.

I picked myself up and stumbled my way through the bakery. Once I slammed through the doors to the VIP room, I was greeted by the sight of Purity sitting on her knees in the circle, cradling Tik Tik in her arms.

“You… you did it!” I shouted, running into the circle and getting Purity into a big hug. “You got rid of Zelb!”

Tik Tik shook her head, and in those bright blue eyes of hers, I saw a slight hint of weakness and worry. “Zelb is still here. But… it different now.”

Purity sighed, placing her hand upon Tik Tik’s head, giving her a sweet pat. “I think we’ve figured a way to keep the demon at bay—at least until Tik Tik can find a more permanent solution.”

“What sort of method keeps the demon from manifesting?” Eshere asked, turning the page in her book.

“Zelb is demon of lust,” Tik Tik said. “Lust demon get power from wanting sex, when someone not feel good about themself and need sex to feel good.”

“That’s right,” Purity said. “I figured that out as I was fighting the fiend. There are things out there that would take that which is good and natural and twist them in harmful ways. Just like there are also parts of ourselves that may become the germinating seeds of evil, when in fact, they are quite the opposite.” She placed a hand upon her chest. “Just as I confronted my own inner demons, I was able to help Tik Tik fight her own.”

“Well, then,” I said, “If Zelb is locked away, then we can get Tik TIk out of this city so she won’t bet tempted by it anymore, right?”

Tik Tik shook her head. “No. Can’t hide from sex,” Tik Tik said. “Need find permanent solution. Need find someone powerful and magical to get rid of Zelb once and for all.”

Baker chimed in then and said, “I think I may have a possible solution for you, darlings, but it means bringing up old wounds. But for you, Tik Tik and Purity, I think it’s worth it.

Tik Tik blinked. “What mean, Baker?”

“The young lady Aldevan is a dabbler in the occult and a powerful magician besides. If anyone can help you, then it’s her.”