Overly Familiar Ch. 01

"Fuck!" Matt groaned as he was suddenly the one who couldn't hold back. He wasn't sure if it was the sexy way she moaned his name, how she squeezed him or whether their connection was simply letting him feel how badly she wanted to cum, but his cock was throbbing with the desperate need of his own orgasm. Growling again, Matt reached out and grabbed a fistful of Mara's red hair and yanked it back hard. "You cum when I do!"

"Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt!" Mara moaned with each frantic thrust, clearly in panic mode as her body finally gave in and she shuddered with the first spasm of her orgasm, just to feel Matt's cum shooting inside of her, which only made her scream louder as she stopped trying to hold back.

Matt panted loudly as he came hard, gripping Mara even tighter as he felt her cumming on his cock at the same time, both of them letting out animalistic noises as their orgasms only drove the other's to keep going just a bit further before Mara finally collapsed, letting out a gasp as this forced Matt into one more gravity induced thrust when he fell as well. "Holy fuck..." Matt moaned in her ear, causing her to have an aftershock.

"Am I...a...good girl...now?" Mara sighed, trying to catch her breath, not seeming to mind the weight of Matt on top of her.

Matt slowly rolled off of her, causing both of them to gasp as his cock slowly slid out of her. Catching his breath as well, he grinned back at her. "No. But you're very good at being a bad one."

Mara let out a small giggle and moved to kiss him, both of them moaning as their lips parted. "You haven't seen me be bad. I'm on my best behavior with you."

"You bit me." Matt pointed out the long since healed part of his hand with a chuckle.

"You locked me in a cage and wouldn't let me out." Mara replied with a wide smile, now giving Matt multiple small kisses. "Also, for the record, even in my weaker form I could still breathe fire so...I stand by what I said about being good."

"You breathe fire?" Matt asked, his head perking up to the new information.

Mara giggled again and stuck out her tongue. After about a second, it lit on fire like a match before she shut her mouth again, causing a small puff of smoke to exit her nose.

"Holy shit, that was cool." Matt laughed. "Thank you for not torching me then."

"Well...if I'm being honest, it was more strategic than anything. I didn't have enough magic to burn the bars away so all I'd have succeeded in doing at best would have been setting your place on fire while I'm stuck in a cage. And attacking you directly would have been stupid. I only bit you because I thought I'd be fast enough to get away."

This also caught Matt's attention as he sat up somewhat, resting on his elbows. "Am I really that terrifying? Before the apparent slapping you with my giant soul dick thing, anyway."

Mara giggled again. "Do you know why simply being around you is healing?" After Matt shook his head, Mara continued, "It's because you're...leaking magic. You don't know how to focus it, so it just...bleeds off you. That's intimidating as fuck. I imagine you don't have too much conflict with humans? People just stay out of your way? Unless you really want something from them, or their guards are dropped for whatever reason?"

"That would be accurate..." Matt murmured uncomfortably.

"Magic is an inherently alien thing to most humans. They instinctively avoid it." Mara stated, getting comfortable and nuzzling against Matt's chest as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I guess Laila is an exception to that." Matt chuckled. "She became my friend after she saw me healing a squirrel."

Mara raised a skeptical eyebrow. "She. Hm. Well, there are always exceptions. It's like a taboo. You can be repulsed by the wrongness of it all or drawn to it. It would depend on her personality."

Mara's initial reaction to hearing about Laila caused Matt to chuckle again. "Is that jealousy I sense?"

Mara let out a slightly petulant huff. "Maybe. I reserve judgment. Are you two close?"

Matt grinned wickedly, unable to help himself despite knowing that Mara could feel how much he was enjoying this. "We're very close, actually. I've known her for years. You'd have met her by now if she hadn't been on vacation. She'll be back the day after tomorrow in fact."

"I hope we get along then or things are going to get really awkward for both of us." Mara grumbled.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Matt asked with a skeptical curiosity.

Mara leaned up slightly to kiss Matt again. "I'm yours. If I don't like her, I'll be cordial out of respect for you, but you'll feel it. And if I hate her, you'll feel how badly I want to set her on fire and watch her burn."

"You know, when you say things like that, it's what keeps you from being a good girl." Matt could tell that she was half joking, but of course that also meant that she was half serious. Kissing the top of Mara's head, he noticed that her tail was lazily wagging which brought a smile to his face. It kind of made him think of a pet.

"You like me when I'm bad anyway, so I think I can live with that." She then looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "Besides, if I was good, you wouldn't punish me."

"Naughty..." Matt chuckled before suddenly grabbing one of Mara's breasts with one hand and tickling her belly with the other. As she giggled and squirmed, her tail began to wave around sporadically, and he could feel her wings batting against his chest. He couldn't help but to laugh, imagining that was why she wrapped her tail around his waist when they were fucking. It could probably be quite the distraction.

Interestingly enough, despite her clearly being ticklish, Mara made no motion to try to escape. She simply gripped the covers on either side and continued to let him have his way with her, before protesting. "Matt!"

Matt chuckled, keeping the torture up just a little longer, at least partially distracted by how good Mara's breast felt. In truth, he'd never touched one so big before. It was so much more than a handful it was ridiculous, but eventually his tickling became more like lazy traces of his fingers around her torso. Mara's body began to relax against him again while his fingers continued to explore. His eyes began to narrow however as he could feel the difference in her skin depending on where he touched.

"You can't see it anymore, but I'm still healing." Mara purred tenderly, nuzzling against him again.

"Mara...how did you get hurt?"

Mara sighed, her body visibly tensing. "Fucking angels... "

Matt's eyes bulged. "You were attacked by angels?!"

Mara rolled her eyes. "One angel. Yeah. Don't even know what the fuck it was doing down here. They usually can't be bothered with small fish like me, but I guess it was already in the area, noticed me and blasted me to shit. I probably would have died if you hadn't found me."

"No 'probably' about it." Matt muttered darkly. "You were dying. Is it still around?"

Mara chuckled. "You'd know if it was. If you didn't stop me, I'd rip it a new fucking asshole if I saw it again." Mara's eyes suddenly widened and she looked up at Matt again, feeling his concern. "Trust me, Matt. If I come across it again, things will go very differently."

"Because you're my familiar..." Matt muttered, clearly not sold on the idea. At least that explained why the wounds were taking so long to heal completely compared to the times he'd done it with other animals. He didn't like the idea of Mara going against something that could do that much damage.

"Yes." Mara sat up, turning around to straddle Matt's lap, pressing her forehead against his. "Follow me..."

At first Matt couldn't understand what she meant, but then he could feel that her mind wasn't quite...with him, but instead it was leading him somewhere deep, somewhere intimate.

'Do you trust me?' Mara's voice echoed in his mind. It wasn't even in words. It was just a feeling. For him to follow her he needed to trust her, and he could sense a somewhat playful question in her mind and that was how he translated it.

'Yes.' He answered by following her inside...wherever they were going. It felt odd, like whatever connected the two of them had become tangible and for just a moment, he could see what it truly was and then they were both snapped back into the here and now.

"What did you see?" Mara asked, her forehead still pressed against Matt's.

"It was...it was like...an ocean..." Matt almost whispered.

"That's your magic. Your magic pool as it were. It's where your-...well...our magic now comes from. It's the battery, we're the device."

"Is it...normally that big?" Matt asked.

Mara giggled, grinning widely. "No Matt. Your magical potential is immense. That's why it was leaking. There was literally too much for you to contain, and your ability to contain it is ridiculous in its own right."

"So...what does that mean, exactly?"

Mara laughed again. "What that means is if that mean ol' angel shows up again, I will fuck it up so hard, Heaven will feel it. And once you learn how to harness it as well, we could anyone who wants to fuck with us your bitch."

Matt chuckled back literally feeling Mara's excitement. "I don't think I want a bitch. I have you, don't I?"

"There aren't enough words in all the languages of this world to describe how much you have me." Mara purred, caressing Matt's cheek. "You kid, but I am your bitch. I'm whatever you want me to be for now and all time."

There was so much sincerity in Mara's words that it was almost overwhelming in its intensity. Matt could feel his cheeks burning, so he said the only thing he found appropriate. "Well...that's all well and good but can you cook?"

Mara threw back her head in a loud laughter that Matt couldn't help but to join in to. "I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Allow me to...comfort you." Before Matt could question what form this comfort would take, Mara stuck out her forked tongue, which stretched down an almost unnerving amount, reminding him even more of a snake's tongue.

Matt's eyes bulged as he realized her tongue was still heading downwards somehow, two feet long at least and still going, before curling around his hardening cock. He let out a hard shudder as her slick tongue began to stroke him up and down, pulsating with each pump. Matt leaned back with a gasp at the sudden intensity.

Mara let out a laugh, which sounded slightly awkward without the use of her tongue, which she slowly began to remedy as she slid her body down, gradually leading her open mouth to Matt's cock as if by a leash. Soon Matt let out another moan as the warm seal of Mara's lips sucked him in.

"Fuck!" Matt swore, feeling the multiple sensations of Mara's tongue swirling around his shaft as well as her mouth bobbing up and down on him. It was like she was stroking and sucking him simultaneously without using her hands.

A moan vibrated through Matt's dick as Mara felt her hair being tightly gripped. While she didn't technically fight the grip, it was similar to the way she kept tension on her tail when they were fucking. Assuming it was the same situation, Matt wrapped her bright red hair around his fist, forcing her to work for every inch of his cock she took.

Matt could feel Mara's desperation the closer he came to climaxing. The fact that he was hindering her became something of a game, not to say that her tongue didn't fully make up for the very limited motion that he'd give her head from time to time. With sheer determination and the resourcefulness of the ever-changing length of her tongue, soon Matt couldn't hold back, his cock throbbing and pulsing as stream after stream of cum pumped down Mara's throat. She moaned loudly, shuddering as the bobs of her head slowed sensually.

"Did you just...cum from blowing me?" Matt sighed contently with a chuckle, finally releasing her hair.

Mara giggled, her tongue slowly sliding against Matt's softening member as she unraveled her tongue from him and only then did she speak. "I'll always be able to feel when you cum. When we're this close...it'll be even more...intense. It works the other way around as well. Want a demonstration?" Mara grinned wickedly moving her fingers between her legs.

"Don't you dare." Matt growled, playfully grabbing Mara's wrist. "Some of us have work tomorrow."

Mara giggled again. "Party pooper. Fine. I'll behave. I don't have to get back in the cage, do I?"

Matt smirked mischievously. "I don't know... I think I have one that you could fit in."

Mara's eyes narrowed, her lips curling up slightly in amusement. "I know you're kidding, but if you did want me to sleep in a cage, I totally would."

"I know." Matt chuckled, running his fingers through the demon's hair. He wasn't going to lie and say there wasn't a massive ego trip in how willing Mara was to follow any command he could give. But right now, he was tired and sleep was the most important thing. He'd deal with all the naughty possibilities later. As Mara snuggled up to him, Matt let out a contented smile as he let sleep claim him for the night.

***

"Yes...yes...just like that. Keep going." Mara stated calmly, her eyes closed and her legs crossed on the bed as she softly squeezed one of Matt's hands with her own. "We've done this before. Just remember how...much you're working with. How big you are. You're new to this so be very...gentle..."

"You're phrasing things like that on purpose and it's messing up my concentration." Matt replied with a playful scowl, sitting across from Mara in the same position.

"Not my fault if your mind is in the gutter, Matt." Mara teased with a giggle.

"Says the demon who walks around my house naked all the time." Matt replied rolling his eyes even though they were closed.

"One, you like me being naked. Two, you don't have any clothes that fit me. And three, I wasn't wearing clothes when you brought me in so why should I now?" Mara's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she flashed a wicked grin.

"Well, we'll be working on the second one in a little bit. You'll just have to be baggy on the way there."

Mara visibly pouted to the news. "I keep telling you, my illusionary clothing will work just fine."

"No Mara. I'm not going into town with you knowing that you're really naked." Matt rolled his eyes again. "Don't worry. Even in baggy clothes, you're going to look amazing. You always look amazing."

"Aww, Matt. That's so sweet. I could just drink your cum." Mara grinned even wider.

"That is not a saying." Matt muttered.

"It should be. Your cum is delicious." Mara replied, slowly licking her lips.

"I'm sure it's the breakfast of champions, but I'm trying to focus here." Matt sighed trying to fight his growing arousal to keep on track.

"Oooo would you allow me to do that? Suck your dick every morning? So much better than coffee."

Matt growled. "Firstly...yes. And secondly, would you stop distracting me? I-...oh!"

"See? You found it all by yourself." Mara giggled. "I was serious before though. Elemental magic is the easiest to use. You're the most familiar with its components, and it has a natural connection to you. But our magic pool is ridiculously huge. Think of it as taking a drop or two as you need it. You pull too much and you'll lose control."

Matt scrunched his face in effort. It wasn't overly difficult or anything, but it was just a bit...unnatural. He was technically doing something he'd done before, but it was clumsy. Like having taught yourself to play an instrument based entirely on what made sense at the time and then suddenly getting official lessons and learning your fingers were always in the wrong position and that the instrument had been out of tune.

But he imagined almost an eyedropper taking the smallest bit of magic and once he had it, he focused on an element, fire being the first to come to mind. Matt's eyes shot wide as a flash lit up the room and in Matt's free hand was a small fire. "Fuck me!"

"...you should be very careful with that saying, Matt." Mara said with a smirk. "I know you were saying it in exclamation but it's taking everything in me not to follow that order."

"Sorry." Matt chuckled, feeling that it wasn't hyperbole, Mara's arousal had shot up when he said those two words. But he was still riding a high off the fact that he was literally holding fire in the palm of his hand. The fact that he could have done this at any time was mind boggling. Tilting his head to the side, he began to focus on water, and the fire quickly went out in a puff of steam. He thought about it a little harder and the steam became water. Unfortunately, Matt hadn't taken into account that water was much heavier than both fire and steam, only succeeding in making his hands wet, much to Mara's amusement.

Matt scowled a bit and waved his hand, causing a short but powerful breeze to splatter the water against Mara's face.

"Hey!" Mara protested. "If you're gonna get my face wet, there's more fun ways to do it!"

Matt gave Mara a skeptical look. "I'm genuinely worried about the possible implications there..."

Mara flashed a wicked grin that was quickly becoming a trademark of hers. "Well personally I was talking about cum, but if you're trying to get all freaky nasty-"

"Please don't finish that sentence." Matt chuckled. It was still awkward using his magic in such a...focused way, but he felt that with practice, he could get used to it. "That's three elements down in a few minutes, Aang made this look difficult."

Mara threw back her head into a loud laugh, "Spoken like someone who's never actually tried to balance themselves on a ball of compressed air before. Spoiler. It doesn't work. Neither do water wings for that matter in case you were curious, even though that's from a different cartoon..."

"You watch a lot of TV?" Matt asked, equally as amused as he was curious.

"You saw how tiny I was." Mara giggled. "When I was summoned, I hid like most low-level demons would. People watched a lot of TV at that school and I kept the habit, sneaking peeks when I can."

"You were summoned? At a school?" Matt asked, getting more fascinated by the minute.

Mara shot back a coy grin. "There are many different kinds of demons. Your magic feels like one of your parents was an old one. They predate humanity and to be honest, there aren't too many left..."

"Figures." Matt chuckled. "I'm adopted. Guess old ones don't make good parents."

Mara giggled back. "Let's just say I'm glad you weren't raised by one. That said, they were on Earth before mankind, so they still remain on Earth, just in more subdued ways. Likewise, demons like me are born in Hell and the only way out is to be summoned. But the great thing about humans, is they're constantly doing shit that summons demons. I was summoned by a game of Bloody Mary."

Matt paused for a second, taking that in. "Bloody Mary? Seriously?"

Mara let out another laugh. "It's true. Summonings, Ouija boards, séances, all that shit works as long as there's intent and belief. Most of us are just smart enough to make you think it doesn't work, so you'll keep doing it. Sometimes we'll fuck with you a bit though. Doing it ignorantly only makes small doors though, of course. You have to know what you're doing to summon anything with real power."

"How long have you been here then?"

"On Earth?" Mara looked up thoughtfully. "I don't know...about...fifty years or so?"

Matt's eyes bulged with the news. "You're fifty?!"

Mara couldn't hold back her laughter at the reaction. "I'm over fifty. I'm not counting how long I was in Hell." Her laughter became more subdued as she spoke, clearly becoming lost in thought. "There's no way to really tell time in Hell. It's not like a Sun rises and falls or anything. It's...just..."