NOTES:
if you remember in chapter two, i said that aphrodite not only can reside in mijako, but also take on a physical form outside of her.
aphrodite is a demon, powers are unlimited. please keep this in mind. :)
aphro- will be for the opposite gender form taken on by aphrodite.
enjoy. <3
A WILD EXPERIENCE
Mijako glanced nervously at Siraj as they walked hand in hand toward the roadside diner. The neon sign above the establishment flickered eerily, casting shadows on her worried face. Tonight, she was to introduce her boyfriend to the partners of her father's mafia family – the infamous Vinatto clan.
Siraj, on the other hand, seemed surprisingly calm. He exuded an air of confidence despite the impending encounter with dangerous criminals. Little did Mijako know that her charming boyfriend was secretly a notorious serial killer who had evaded capture for years.
The couple entered the noisy diner, and Mijako guided Siraj through the crowded room towards a dimly lit corner table. There, several burly men dressed in dark suits were huddled together, murmuring among themselves. Mijako sensed their tension as they approached the table; this was no ordinary family gathering.
"Tommy," Mijako greeted, embracing the man who appeared to be the group's leader. "This is Siraj, my boyfriend."
Siraj extended his hand confidently and met Tommy's cold gaze with unwavering determination. "Nice to meet you," he said casually.
Tommy scrutinized Siraj for a moment before shaking his hand firmly. "Mijako speaks highly of you," he said gruffly before gesturing for them to sit down.
As they took their seats, Siraj found himself assessing each member of this underground organization, noting every facial expression, gesture, and conversation taking place around them. It was second nature for him—to always be aware and analyze his surroundings.
One of Mijako's cousins leaned over and whispered sharply into her ear. "Vinny wants to see him," she said with narrowed eyes, referring to Mijako's older cousin who worked closely with the Vinatto's– he was one of the boss of all bosses within the Nirroti family.
Mijako looked at Siraj, unsure of what to say but knowing she couldn't refuse the powerful man who had called this meeting. "Siraj, my cousin Vinny wishes to speak with you privately."
Siraj raised his eyebrows in slight surprise but kept his composure. "Sure," he replied nonchalantly.
He followed Mijako's cousin through the narrow corridors of the diner until they reached a small, dimly lit room covered in heavy drapes. The air inside was thick with anticipation. Sitting behind a heavy oak desk was a large, imposing man, identifiable as Mijako's cousin.
"So, you're the man my baby cousin seems so enamored with," he rumbled like an earthquake, not even attempting to hide his disdain.
Siraj didn't flinch as he met the older man's gaze. "Yes, sir. I am Siraj." He could feel Mijako's cousin studying him intently—an examination he appeared to pass.
"Well then," the old man said after a moment's silence, leaning back in his leather chair. "Mijako is dear to me and my family. We will be watching you very closely, young man." He paused before adding ominously, "I trust you understand the consequences if you were to hurt her in any way."
Siraj held his gaze without wavering, his voice steady as he replied, "Of course." Internally, however, he smiled wickedly as he contemplated just how dangerous this game between two predators had become. Unknown to both Mijako and her father's family/partners at this table of wolves sat the deadliest among them.
"What are your intentions towards her?" Vinny inquired, his focused gaze scrutinizing Siraj's facial expressions and body language.
"I intend to value and cherish her, keeping her close to my heart. I genuinely want to appreciate the incredible woman she is," Siraj admitted, maintaining his resolute demeanor.
"You're not one of those insane types, right? She has a knack for choosing men who face death in the hands of the family," Vinny chuckled in a somber tone. "It's quite tragic for her."
"No concerns on that front," Siraj responded while maintaining strong eye contact as Mijako gracefully entered the room, wrapping her arm around his.
"Vin, don't tell me you're grilling my boyfriend," Mijako sighed, lifting her eyes towards Siraj who grinned as he felt her soft lips gently graze his cheek. "We came for a brief introduction; we'll be on our way soon."
"But the excitement has just begun," Vinny laughed heartily, "Can he fight?"
Mijako rolled her eyes in annoyance and pressed her hand against Siraj's chest as she started guiding him out of the room. "That's our cue to leave."
"I can," Siraj answered with confidence, glancing back at Vinny.
"Well then, we must get you in the boxing ring managed by my son sometime soon. Don't let him remain a stranger, Mijako; there's something about this guy that I like." Vinny called after them as Mijako continued to lead Siraj out of the room.
Once they had left the diner, she turned toward him apologetically, "I'm really sorry; they tend to try and—"
Siraj interrupted her by passionately pressing his lips against hers, pulling her close by her curvaceous behind. He groaned with desire, sensing her mutual eagerness before reluctantly disengaging and murmuring huskily, "Let's go; I need you again."
The enamored couple eventually found themselves within the sanctuary of his home, Siraj cradling her delicate form in his powerful arms as their lips hungrily melded together. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the keys onto the expansive kitchen island counter. Their blissful reverie was interrupted by an unexpected chorus of moans from inside the bedroom, causing their fervent embrace to falter as they exchanged bewildered expressions.
Protectively, Siraj positioned Mijako behind him, his eyes never leaving her as she instinctively grasped a knife in her trembling hand. With hearts pounding, they cautiously approached the bedroom, only to discover an unfamiliar woman writhing in ecstasy amid his rumpled sheets.
Mijako's gaze remained transfixed upon the pleasure-seeking stranger, a sudden realization flooding her mind -- this was none other than Aphrodite herself. The immortal demon adopted a human guise and assuming the appearance of the woman who haunted Mijako's deepest fantasies -- an embodiment of perfection that she had always longed for.
Unbeknownst to Siraj, Mijako was completely absorbed as she listened with great intensity to Aphrodite's impassioned oration echoing in her mind.
"Grant me this one chance to revel in the pleasure of you both, and I shall trouble you no more. I'll seek another vessel. I sense your deepest desires awaken and yearn for me, just as much as I crave for you."
Mijako abruptly let go of the knife, hastening towards the woman without a second thought. Siraj, taken aback, observed from a distance, disconcerted by her eager approach to the unfamiliar figure occupying his bed. Alert and watchful, he beheld Mijako as she provocatively shed her garments, her eyes flicking back at him. "Surprise! I planned this! You can join in once you're prepared," she deceitfully uttered, shifting her thoughts towards the enticing pledge Aphrodite had bestowed upon her.
Mijako gracefully positioned herself atop Aphrodite, their gazes locked in an intense, seductive exchange as a devilish grin played upon the woman's lips. "If this is the price to pay," Mijako murmured into her ear, all the while feeling Aphrodite's fingertips dancing sensuously along her voluptuous curves.
"Ah, sweetheart, I'd much rather witness him making love to you as you satisfy me," Aphrodite insisted with unbridled desire. Her finger grazed Mijako's lips tenderly. "I'm well aware of the extraordinary skills possessed by that beautiful mouth of yours."
Mijako forcefully pressed her hand over Aphrodite's lips, her voice authoritative and resolute, "If you truly desire that, you must shut the fuck up and allow me to take control of the situation." Her words exuded dominance. Although her succubus physically laid before her, she could still intimately experience every sensation that coursed through Aphrodite, which only served to further amplify her own insatiable arousal.
Mijako's gaze met Siraj's with a sultry intensity, their eyes locking as she gently parted the woman's thighs. Her head descended, lips tenderly brushing against the woman's glistening pearl. A moan escaped her lips, reveling in the sinful pleasure of her own taste as she started to artfully swirl her mouth over the slick and sensitive opening.
Captivated by Siraj as he stripped, Mijako watched him stride towards the bathroom, leaving the entwined women momentarily unattended. Her eyes flicked upward to meet Aphrodite's, an assertive demand lacing her words, "You better be absolutely serious."
As she observed Aphrodite's self-satisfied expression, she continued to delve deeper into the woman's intimate crevices with her eager lips. Her moans grew louder with each tantalizing swirl around her sensitive folds.
Daringly, she dipped her tongue within the tight cavern, immersed in the fervor of their mutual passion. Her own body reacted in kind; moisture dripped from her core as she reveled in this newfound experience, instinctively knowing how to elicit the greatest pleasure.
Mijako skillfully ventured into the woman's intimate sanctuary, acutely aware of Siraj's approaching footsteps. As they neared, she detected his forceful palms making contact with her rear. Emitting a sultry moan, Mijako artfully navigated her tongue along the woman's sensitive terrain, tenderly devouring every inch of the inviting flesh.
As Aphrodite's hand pressed her face deeper, she savored the woman's intoxicating rhythm against her. Simultaneously, she felt Siraj part her cheeks, his thick tip teasing her dripping gateway.
"Mhm hmm, keep feastin' on that, mama, you doin' it real good," Siraj urged. Both of them tuned into Aphrodite's sultry moans, the sounds fueling their desires and intensifying the vibe.
Siraj smoothly glided into Mijako's moist center, observing her velvety nectar envelop his manhood entirely as it nudged him to the brink. He moaned at her snug embrace, thrusting deeper as he positioned both of his hands upon her voluptuous derriere to vigorously draw her towards him.
"That pussy so damn tight," Siraj moaned, burying himself deep within her. He observed as she started to match his rhythm with her own backward motion. His gaze wandered along her voluptuous frame, and onto the second woman in the room. Their eyes met with intense passion. "Let her know how good she's working that shit bitch," he insisted in a low, throaty voice, and the woman nibbled her lip before complying with his request.
Mijako released a sultry moan, sensually gliding her tongue against the woman's delicate clitoris before tenderly grazing it with her teeth. She felt a sudden grasp on her head, lifting it upwards and locking eyes with the woman whose lips slowly opened.
"You're incredibly talented at this, beautiful girl," Aphrodite whispered seductively, arching her body to close the distance and capture Mijako in a steamy, electrifying kiss. Their tongues danced passionately, sharing an intimate exchange of tantalizing nectar.
Aphrodite gently broke away from their passionate embrace, her eyes radiating an intense glow as they locked with Mijako's, and a tantalizing grin spread across her face. "Witness this transformation."
In the blink of an eye, Aphrodite's form morphed into a masculine figure, one that possessed charm rivaling that of Siraj. However, she wielded her mystical abilities to ensure that only Siraj could only perceive her original female appearance.
Gripping Mijako's face tenderly, the deep, gravel voice sent shivers down her spine while velvety lips whispered seductively in Mijako's ear. "Fear not, for he shall continue to see me as I a woman, and remain oblivious to this intimate exchange, not feeling a thing. But you, my angel, will experience every inch of this."
Mijako's eyes widened in astonishment as she felt the intense pressure of Aphro's substantial girth pressing against Siraj's, both entering her depths simultaneously. Waves of previously unknown pleasure washed over her, utterly consuming her senses. It was beyond anything she could have ever envisioned. Her delicate inner walls stretched to their limits, held securely within the powerful grip of Aphro who filled her completely.
On the contrary, Siraj experienced nothing short of pure delight, enveloped by Mijako's snug embrace. His gaze fixated upon the woman who laid before them, silently observing their intimate moment. As Mijako's inner grip grew increasingly tighter, Siraj felt a surge of intensity, his member quivering within her as he emitted a deep, visceral moan.
Aphro's fingers intertwined tightly with Mijako's, his gaze locked onto the human woman's eyes, brimming with an insatiable desire as he passionately claimed her. Utterly captivated by this mortal vessel, he found himself yearning for her touch. Having lived vicariously through countless erotic experiences in both his female manifestation as Aphrodite and while inhabiting Mijako, his longing to intimately embrace the woman himself had grown increasingly fervent.
Aphro pressed his lips passionately onto Mijako's, initiating a fervent kiss while communicating with her telepathically. "You're bound to me indefinitely, and soon, you won't even have the desire to escape. Can you sense our connection deep within? Nobody could ever fulfill you the way I can; I am truly without equal."
Mijako drew back from the passionate embrace, sensing Siraj's retreat as he lowered himself to place tender kisses along her tailbone. As his lips journeyed towards her second entrance, her body quivered in anticipation of the combination of sensations – one being Aphro's member steadily penetrating her depths.
Siraj playfully circled his tongue around her orifice, diligently exploring the terrain before plunging it within and prodding continuously. He attentively listened to her moans of pleasure and spanked her cheeks while observing an unprecedented submissive side of Mijako he had never seen before.
Aphro withdrew from her drenched treasures, sporting a devilish grin as he urged her downward, eager to experience the sensation of her glorious lips enveloping him. His eyes flickered a fiery red, ignited by an unquenchable lust as he observed her willingly encircle her succulent lips around his manhood's peak. Unable to contain himself, he let out a deep moan, stealing a quick glance at Siraj, who continued to perceive him solely in his feminine form.
Mijako found herself utterly captivated by the fiery exchange of passion, never having pictured the demon to possess such potent prowess. The sensation felt forbidden, yet it stirred an intense and irresistible ecstasy within her – a delight she now realized she would crave incessantly. Her gaze locked onto Aphro's entrancing eyes, the chosen vessel was nothing short of mesmerizing, and the phallus matched Siraj's dimensions perfectly in both length and thickness.
Siraj traced his silva delicately, gradually nearing her core while his tongue playfully flicked against it. He observed intently as she indulged in the female once more - a truly captivating sight that ignited his desires. As he slid one of his hands onto his manhood, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn Mama, you so fuckin' nasty." Overcome by lust, he groaned and urged her back onto his face, hungrily feasting on her with fervor.
Mijako's lips parted, her eyes brimming with tears as she heard Aphro's deep, raspy voice resonate within her mind while he guided her head down his shaft, powerfully driving into her throat. "Such a pity that you, taking command of yourself and all, manage to suck my dick before his."
Siraj let out a deep groan, skillfully licking and sucking while gradually ascending, making her feel every inch as he re-entered her silky depths. He thrust into her with no mercy, giving her all he had, witnessing the woman in front of them rise with desire and passion etched on Mijako's countenance. He couldn't help but moan Mijako's name as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy, and felt her release enveloping him, the wetness drenching the sheets beneath their entwined bodies.
Aphro's grin widened, tenderly stroking Mijako's cheek while his fingers intertwined with her lustrous locks. "My captivating girl, you'll forever remain entwined with me." He withdrew his soaked length, hands finding their way to her alluring curves as he playfully teased her. His lips and tongue embarked on a passionate journey across her chest, fervently urging her closer to Siraj's firmness with undeniable force.
Siraj's knees quivered as his body melded with hers, a torrent of passion surging inside her while he unleashed a primal growl. Fighting through this vulnerability, he emptied himself within her depths, his mind spiraling into a maelstrom of ecstasy. His hands clenched around her, plunging her further into their exchange as his head arched back, bellowing in response to the overwhelming sensation.
Siraj withdrew from Mijako, forcefully slapping her ass as his gaze met that of the flirtatiously beckoning woman. A wicked grin painted his face as he excused himself, momentarily leaving the two women alone. Every fiber of his being was ignited with the burning temptation to claim the mysterious woman's life in an instant. However, he hesitated to reveal the darkness residing within him, haunted by the uncertainty of Mijako's reaction to his malevolent nature.
Mijako observed intently as Aphro transformed back into her original form, Aphrodite, who flashed a wicked grin. Grasping Mijako's face firmly, she whispered seductively, "It's such a pity he will remain oblivious to our little secret." With those words still lingering, she leaned in to steal a passionate kiss from Mijako, before dissolving and merging back into Mijako's body, opting to lie dormant.
Within the confines of Mijako's body, Aphrodite could sense the woman's turmoil - her confusion, frustration, and insatiable desire for more. The demon reveled in it, laughing maliciously within the depths of Mijako's mind.
Feeling overwhelmed, Mijako laid there, desperately trying to comprehend the extraordinary events that had just transpired and why they had ignited such a potent mixture of pleasure and confusion within her.
At that moment, Siraj entered the room, taken aback by the sudden disappearance of the mysterious woman. He glanced at Mijako, exclaiming, "Damn, she vanished just like that?"
All Mijako could muster was a simple "Yeah," as she continued to catch her breath and stared blankly at the ceiling above.