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TITLE: Anthony's Apology

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Anthony/Skogsra

NOTE: This is, I think, my second het fic ever. Clearly this means it's only a matter of time before I abandon femslash and futanari fic altogether.

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Anthony walked slowly through Sector Delphinus. He really wanted to go back to the Red Sprite instead of walking further and further through the piles of rusting metal and rotting plastic that surrounded him on all sides. But he didn't go back, because he couldn't. Well, actually, he could go back. He didn't have to be here. Not for the mission, anyway. But, then, he wasn't here for the mission. He was here for himself. So he ignored the leaking barrels and rivers of sludge as best he could and pushed forward.

Anthony'd decided to go back to Delphinus shortly after his talk with the Lady on the camel. He couldn't quite recall what she'd told him, but he did know it was important and that it had made him a new man. Hopefully, anyway. But if he wasn't a new man, then at least he hoped he wasn't such a shallow loser anymore. And that was why he was in Delphinus. To find the demon who'd saved his life and... and...

Well, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Not scream like a little girl and run away in terror like he had before, hopefully.

Anthony froze when he glimpsed her out of corner of his eye. There were few beautiful women with black hair and purple skin wandering around Delphinus, so the black-haired woman with purple skin he'd just seen disappear around a corner had to be the right kind of demon. He couldn't be certain it was actually her, but...

Actually, he was certain it was her. He didn't know how. The knowledge just seemed to exist in his heart somehow.

Anthony turned the corner and found himself face to face with her. The Skogsra who'd blessed his gun and saved his life. The woman he'd run away from without even a word of thanks. She was still beautiful, from the front. Even though she was purple and slouching a bit, her naked, slender body still looked appealing. Her black hair fell elegantly down her shoulders. If Anthony'd been living in a movie, Skogsra's hair would've been long enough to cover her bare breasts. But it wasn't long enough. Anthony tried not to stare.

"Uhm... hi," he said uncertainly.

Skogsra gave him a confused look. Then recognition dawned. "Oh," she said. "You."

"That's right. Me. Anthony," said Anthony. "I was hoping I could meet you again."

"Why?" Skogsra asked, her voice flat and uninterested.

Anthony swallowed. "I... I wanted to do something for you," he said. "You saved my life and all I did was run away. I want to repay you somehow."

Skogsra gave him a long, quiet stare. For a moment, Anthony feared she was just going to send him on his way.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked at last.

"I... don't know," Anthony admitted. "I don't have much experience with demons, you know. Or women, for that matter. So... I don't know. What do you want me to do?"

"If I asked you to leave, would you?" Skogsra asked.

"I... yeah. I guess so," said Anthony. "If that's what you want. Do you want me to leave?"

"Only if you can't fulfill my other request."

"Which is...?" Anthony asked.

The demon turned a bit, revealing her hollow back covered in bark and branches. Anthony swallowed uncomfortably, but didn't move.

"I want you to fuck me," Skogsra said.

"I guess I... What?"

"You heard me," Skogsra said.

"But... I mean I... Why?" Anthony asked.

"Men always run away from me. I'd like for one to stay for once. I wouldn't mind if it was you. Well?"

Anthony stared at the demon, grateful that the Demonica's mask obscured his expression. He hadn't expected this. OK, he hadn't really expected anything. But he'd had a few vague, half-formed notions of things that might possibly happen. This hadn't even been one of those either.

He pulled himself together. He'd come here to repay Skogsra for saving his life. If she wanted sex to be that payment, then he was more than willing to have sex with her.

Anthony shouldered his rifle and took Skogsra's hand. "Not here," he said.

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Anthony sat on his bunk and fiddled nervously with the Demon Summoning Program. Normally he didn't have much trouble with demon summoning, but normally he wasn't nearly as nervous as this. It was kind of funny, really. Normally he summoned demons for violence, but now that he was trying to summon one for... something else... he couldn't quite get his fingers to stop trembling. But then, that was humans for you.

Finally Anthony managed to run the summoning sequence and Skogsra materialised in his quarters, slapping him across the helmet with the branches on her back. She gave the dull, metal walls a disinterested look, then turned around sharply and smiled.

"It'll do," she said.

"I'm glad you-"

Anthony stopped abruptly when the purple demon sat down in his lap and started fidgeting with his helmet. He happily let her. She felt surprisingly warm and the sight of her naked body almost touching his own made him feel incredibly nice. He especially felt his dick slowly beginning to harden even as the look on Skogsra's face became one of frustration.

"How do you get this thing off?" she snarled.

"Oh, right," said Anthony. "Here, let me."

Anthony stood up carefully, unfortunately forcing Skogsra to stand up as well. He quickly took his helmet off, then stripped out of his uniform as well since he was probably going to do so sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner. Skogsra's dark eyes looked his well-trained physique up and down. She didn't look disappointed at all. In fact, the lustful intensity of her stare made him blush hotly and his cock almost painfully erect.

"So that's what you look like," Skogsra said, more or less to herself. "I've always wanted to know."

Anthony wondered idly if Skogsra was talking about him specifically or human men in general and decided he didn't want to know. It would probably just spoil the mood. Besides, it wasn't as if the demoness was in the mood to answer questions anyway. She boldly stepped forward and embraced Anthony tightly, pressing her warm, soft body against him, kissing him with eager lips. Anthony moved to embrace her in kind, then didn't and put his hands on her hips instead.

Skogsra's kiss was... enthusiastic. She didn't just use her lips and tongue, she seemed to use her whole body. She gyrated against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, her hands wandering all over his back, her stomach grinding against his throbbing erection. Anthony felt almost helpless in the face of Skogsra's lustful intensity. He wanted to return her eager affection, but had no clue how. The Lady on the camel hadn't taught him anything about this sort of thing. As far as he could remember, anyway.

Suddenly the kiss was over and Athony found himself pushed onto his bunk, his feet still on the floor. Skogsra towered over him, her eyes lit with dark fire. She looked over his body swiftly, as though trying to decide where best to pounce.

"Is there... something you'd like me to do?" Anthony tried.

Skogsra laughed, then kneeled between his parted knees. She wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft and lightly kissed his balls. Anthony gasped, his heart hammering inside his chest.

"All I want from you is to stay erect," she said sweetly. She dragged her tongue across the full length of Anthony's member, then playfully flicked the head. "Think you can manage that?" she added.

Anthony nodded mutely. He didn't trust himself to speak right now.

"Good," Skogsra said happily.

With that, the demoness placed a kiss on the tip of Anthony's cock while her hand slowly began stroking him up and down. Anthony grunted, then fell back and stared up at the bland, metal ceiling. His breath became shallow and audible and he felt his trained body become hotter, but especially his dick. As eagerly as Skogsra had kissed him, so leisurely did she seem to play with his shaft. Her strokes were almost gentle and her kisses were light. Not that he minded. Every long, leisurely stroke and every playful little kiss sent another flash of heat through his body and added to the pleasure building at the base of his shaft.

Anthony groaned when he felt Skogsra's tongue lapping at his cock for a second time. He felt her release her grip somewhat so she held his dick loosely in her hand. She licked his rigid shaft all over, her tongue seemingly dancing all across his hot flesh. Anthony grunted every time the tip of the purple demoness' tongue trailed down and dashed across his balls, which was why, he suspected through the haze of his excitement, she frequently let her tongue dart down.

Anthony felt the tip of Skogsra's tongue dance upwards from the base of his shaft, drawing waves all across his member. Then, when her tongue reached the tip, a pair of demonic lips closed around his purple head and he groaned as the warmth of her mouth wrapped itself around his cock. He gripped the sheets tightly as Skogsra's lips traveled up and down his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure through his helpless body every time she sucked. He forced his eyes to stay open, to stay focused on the metal ceiling faintly lit by cold light. Maybe the tedium of the ceiling would be enough to sort of counterbalance the pleasure Skogsra heaped on him with her eager mouth a little and he wouldn't suddenly come in her mouth. After all, the demoness might have had plans in mind other than just sucking him off and it wouldn't do any good if he suddenly became limp. If only her lips didn't feel so good, if only she didn't make him feel so hot, if only she add to his pleasure already straining to burst. If only...

Skogsra giggled, abruptly pulling herself from Anthony's dick and seriously derailing his desperate train of thought. He sighed with momentary relief.

"Alright, I don't think you can get any harder," Skogsra said.

"I didn't think I could even before you got started," Anthony replied.

"That's sweet," Skogsra said. "And now... finally..."

Anthony tore his eyes away from the ceiling to look down his body. Skogsra was already stradling his waist, more or less. A few small, but incredibly significant inches of air still remained between his shaft, slick with saliva, and the demoness' own, glistening pussy. She smiled at him, then reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his cock again. She aimed it at herself, then slowly lowered herself until her pussy lightly brushed against the tip of Anthony's dick. Anthony gasped, a shudder of pleasure flashing through him, and nearly came right there. Skogsra laughed, then lowered herself onto Anthony.

Anthony grunted through clenched teeth when he felt Skogsra's tight walls descend and squeeze his cock. Skogsra sighed and closed her eyes, a look of utter contentment on her face, as his dick pushed further into her. Then she opened her eyes again and utter contentment made way for unadulterated lust. She moved experimentally up and down a few times, stroking his rigid shaft with her entire body (or so it seemed to Anthony). The demoness moaned softly, then smiled wickedly.

Skogsra's slow movements sped up considerably and before Anthony really knew what was happening (but in no way before he could feel what was happening), the purple demoness was fucking him hard. Her breasts bounced up and down as she thrust herself down the length of his cock time after time, a look of rapturous joy on her face. Skogsra moaned, filling the small cabin with lustful noise, pure and beautiful and demonic.

Anthony groaned every time Skogsra practically slammed into him, biting back his pleasure as best he could. Part of him wanted him to put his hands on the demoness' ever-moving hips to give himself the illusion that he had some control here, but he never managed to let go of the sheets long enough. Besides, who cared who was in control? She felt good, he felt good and, in the end, wasn't that the only thing that mattered? He felt better than good, actually. His struggle not to come became more and more impossible every time Skogsra's tight pussy traveled swiftly down the length of his shaft and sent another wave of pleasure through him.

And then it was impossible. Anthony grunted and thrust his hips upwards when he came, his climaxing cock shooting his seed into the demoness' womb. Skogsra gave a surprised giggle when the first of his seed left him and entered her, then started laughing as Anthony filled her more and more with every wave of orgasmic ecstasy that washed through him. When Skogsra's laugh subsided to a horny little giggle, she tightened her pussy in a way Anthony would have thought impossible, as if trying to milk yet more of his seed. If that was the case, Anthony had no choice but to comply, the sudden sensation forcing a few more spurts of his semen from his throbbing shaft.

Finally, Anthony subsided, panting, spent. Skogsra carefully got off him, a thin, barely visible, glimmering string of semen, juices and saliva briefly connecting her still wet pussy with his softening dick. The demoness lay down next to him. Anthony considered putting his arm around her, then didn't.

"That was... pretty amazing," Anthony sighed.

"It was fun," Skogsra said. "I'd like to do it again."

"Me too," Anthony said. "And then I'll be the one to go down on you. Uhm... just not right now."

Skogsra laughed. "I can wait," she said. "Just don't break your promise."

"I won't," Anthony replied.

"Good," Skogsra said. "I wouldn't want to take your soul, after all."
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