[Draft] Nero Housewife (FemNero TG) (Patreon)

It was late at night and the cold air brushed over Nero’s body as he drove down the road, the ends of his coat flapping in the wind. The light on his motorcycle and the street lights gave him enough light to see down the road. The low light did nothing to impede his vision, and with his own abilities it might as well have been sunset. He went over the address in his head, making sure that he was heading to the right place again. After making sure he was, he looked at the house he just passed and pondered how much farther it could be. He had to be there soon if he went by the numbers. He slowed as he got closer to his destination and pulled onto the side of the road.

The devil hunter turned and looked at the house where his next job would take place. In front of him was a large iron ornate fence with spikes at the top of it. A strong metal chain with a lock was wrapped around the gate keeping it shut. He could see it was attached to hydraulics that could open and shut it at the push of a button. Beyond the fence was a stone cobble drive, a large square three-story manor that looked like an old style Victorian home. The corners of the place vaguely reminded Nero of towers, with the rounded portions leading up to them. The building had steep, imposing rooflines with the pitched roof facing in different directions. With how the building was designed it vaguely reminded him of his home city of Fortuna.

There was a similar styled guest house next to it that didn’t seem as lavish on the outside, but it could just be on the inside. It was a simple two story manor that was styled in the same manner. There was a small chimney on the side of the house. He couldn’t see what was inside with all the curtains being closed, but didn’t care.

Next to the houses was a large square brick garage that was styled in the same way as the main house, minus the circular tower parts. He didn’t need to look inside to know there had to be multiple kinds of cars inside it. His mind wondered what kind of cars would be inside it. If the houses were any indication then there had to be more cars in there that were just as luxurious. Probably one for other situations like a camper or a limo.

Off in the distance he could see a beautiful garden with a multiple array of flowers. He could see roses, violets, lilies, and many other flowers he couldn’t identify. In the center of the garden he could see a large gazebo with several screens to keep the bugs out that would have been an amazing romantic spot to take Kyrie if it was open to the public. Maybe he could take her to a place like this after this job or when they saved up enough to go on a vacation. He was sure that she would have loved it.

The young man recalled the mission that he had been given and the man who contacted him for this job. His contractor, a man named Nathan Wilson had contacted him because a demon had made the place its home during one night and started killing people left and right. He and some of the people inside had managed to escape the place after it appeared. Mr. Wilson had used the security cameras he had to spy on the place and see if they could find the demon, but to his astonishment he found out that the bodies and blood that had littered the walls were gone, as if it had never happened.  It was as if it had been all cleaned up and taken care of.

Nero kicked the stand on his bike and stood up, stretching as he looked at the place and then down the road to see if there was any sign of his contractor. There wasn’t a car he could see for miles and all the house’s lights were turned off. His body let out low pops as the long creaks from the long ride here.  He sighed as he pulled out his headphones and turned on his music as he waited for him to arrive. It wouldn't be much longer. He had made sure to get here early, but the way traffic had been tonight he could have left a few minutes later then he should have and would have been on time.

He could have just hopped the fence but the man said he had wanted to greet him personally and wanted to stay nearby. His contractor said they would meet him outside and would open the gate for him. He had tried to tell them it would be better if he just stayed where he was but the guy had been adamant about him being nearby. He had relented the more he thought it over. Whatever the demon was, he doubted it had the destructive power to destroy city blocks. Especially since it seemed to stay close to the manor. At the very least he knew the guy wasn't going to be in the thick of it with him. If he tried to push for that then Nero would have shot it down instantly. He wasn't going to take a job where the contractor was likely to get himself killed because he thought it would be fine. That wasn't how a person made money and as much as he wouldn't let demons roam free he still had to think about Kyrie.

Several songs passed when a car started to pull up and Nero took off his headphones and placed them in his motorcycle back. He stared at the vehicle waiting for it to get closer, wondering if it was him. With how empty the roads had been he would be surprised if it wasn’t. The car was an expensive grey lamborghini that just screamed money. With the way the engine sounded the person either just bought it, or had it regularly maintained. If he didn’t have to worry about caring for Kyrie and his expenses, he might have considered saving up to get one of them. Either way he would have loved to drive one of those if he didn’t have to worry about paying it back and seeing how they really handled when he went all out on the road.

The young hunter was more certain it was when the car came to a stop on the side of the road. A tall man around his height with a muscular build that was hidden underneath a fine pressed dark blue suit stepped out of the car. He had short chocolate brown hair that was brushed to the side and matching brown eyes. He walked over to Nero, who stood up a little straighter, but stayed put.

The man stopped in front of him, and said. “Hello, my name’s Nathan Wilson. Are you the Devil Hunter, Nero? If you are, I believe we talked over the phone.”

“Yeah, we did. Can you tell me anything else about the demon? No matter how small it is, it could be beneficial,” Nero asked.

“The thing acts almost like a stereotypical ghost, floating in the air and able to pass through walls. I didn’t see anything like possession, but it was able to stab people with its hands. I don’t know what it does to the bodies, and quite frankly I don’t want to know,” Nathan sighed. “I don’t want those images in my head.”

Nero nodded in understanding, not everyone had the stomach for this sort of work, and ran when stuff like this happened. “I’ll take care of this as quickly as possible.”

“Good, sooner I could have my house back the better,” Nathan said as he pulled out a key and placed it in the lock on the fence. It quickly opened and he pulled it out of the chain. He unwrapped the chain on the fence and held it. He pulled out a set of keys and pressed a small button attached to them. The moment he did, the gate let out a small rumble as it slowly opened. It stopped when it opened large enough for a massive truck to go through. “Good luck. It's the main house down there in the center. I’ve been looking at the cameras to see if it shows up in any of the other buildings or anywhere else on the property, but so far haven’t seen it anywhere else.”

“Got it, and thanks for the luck, but I won’t need it,” Nero replied as he walked up the driveway to the house. He was sure his bike would be fine out here until he was done.

He stopped in front of the door for a minute and cracked his neck. He grabbed the handle and slowly tested to see if it would open. To his surprise the door was unlocked and moved without issue. The door gently hit the wall without issue.

He had thought that the door would have been locked, either by Nathan, or the demon. For the former he could see why he hadn't bothered to lock the door. He probably didn’t want to be anywhere near the place after the demon attacked, especially after all the people who died. It might have been the first time he had seen anyone die. For the demon it might have as a soft warning to people to stay out of what it deemed as its territory. Unless it wanted to pretend it was just a normal place to draw people in. Especially with how this place looked, thieves would probably take the chance to get in and see what they could get. Oh well it saved him a few bullets and the contractor from having to get a door.

Nero stepped inside the house, gun at the ready. He looked around the entranceway and was surprised by how clean the place was. There wasn’t any sign of blood on the walls or the floor. He sniffed the air and didn’t smell anything like blood or rotting flesh. Despite how clean it was, Nero didn’t relax, in fact his guard rose. The demon had to be waiting for someone to come in, much like how a spider waited for prey to get caught in its web. It wasn’t an unusual tactic for some demons, though in his experience most of them preferred to simply charge at their prey and kill them. It didn’t change anything, the moment the demon revealed itself, he would kill it. He wandered around the house, waiting for the demon to burst out of somewhere, or even out of the items. Some demons stayed in items like paintings and statues until their prey was close enough until their prey was close enough.

The door shut behind him and he turned, his gun at the ready to see the door had shut. He walked over to it, and grabbed the door handle to see if the door would open. To his surprise the door opened again without issue. The young man stood there, waiting to see if it would appear in front of him and try to strike. The silver-haired hunter stepped through the doorway and looked around to see if the beast would appear, and yet there was still no sign of it. He hummed in surprise. He had thought the demon would have locked the door and stopped him from leaving. It had to be waiting for him to lower his guard and attack from a place he wouldn’t expect.

“Well then ready when you are buddy, just come out when you're ready to play,” Nero smirked.

The hunter stepped back into the room and looked closer at the place. There were exotic paintings on the wall that showed environments and scenes of ancient battles. Usually he would have been a little uncomfortable stepping into a place like this and worrying about breaking something. A lot of this stuff would have taken him months to get just one of these pieces. But now he was a hunter on a mission. He didn’t have to worry too much about collateral when there was work to be done.

He wandered deeper into the house into what had to be the living room. There was a large black couch, along with several comfortable looking lounge chairs that were the same color. A massive flat-screen tv hung off the wall with a bookcase filled with movies. In the center of the room  was a large coffee table with a chest set underneath it along with several books. A large stone fireplace was in the room with a batch of empty logs beside it along with a fire poker. It looked like it could have been a resort getaway for a couple on a honeymoon orbeen used for a gala. He would have to keep a place like this in mind for the future.

“Wonder how many guests you had to entertain, and if you really needed all this stuff,” Nero muttered. He didn't know what kind of business the man had, but he had to run a successful one to have a place like this and furnished with what it was. Not to mention the separate garage and guest house. It all just seemed like it was too much when a simpler home and furniture would have worked just fine. Then again, people in this upper class of society tended to have more expensive tastes, even if it was unnecessary and gaudy looking.

There wasn't any sign of the demon in the room with how immaculate it was. There was no sign of the blood or bodies from the people it had killed. Nothing looked out of place from the placement of the furniture and the paintings. He ran his hand over the couch and admired the soft leather that the couch was made of. He felt the lounge chair and it was just as nice. For a moment he would have been tempted to take a seat and see what it was like. What stopped him from doing so and seeing if it was as comfortable as it looked was that he was the clock and that there was a camera in the room. If he had a cellphone he could have had Nathan on the phone and have him tell him where the demon was in the house. It would have sped things, but he could do without it. Still, even if there wasn't any sign he was willing to bet it was nearby watching him, perhaps in this very room.

Well he could think of a way to draw it out easily if it was going to keep waiting on him. If it was looking for an easy meal then he could pretend to be the kind of food it wanted. There was quite a few things he could do to make it think he was starting to relax.

The young man looked closer at one of the paintings on the wall and pretended to admire it. He honestly didn't really care about any art portraits unless it was him and with people he cared about. He just didn't see the value in them when pictures could mean a lot more and with how out there some of them could be. The painting was something he never could have hoped to do. He lacked the skills and patience for something like this.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he quickly rolled to the side a smirk. He looked at where he had been and saw the demon where he had been. It looked over its shoulder at him and turned to face him.

The demon was a large ethereal white fox-like demon with red lines running across its body. The demon was the size of a great dane and had four slitted golden eyes like a serpent’s that were ontop of eachother. It had nine white bushy tails with red rings and lines that swayed behind it. It had a large muzzle that showed and a black nose that showed its teeth. It had a white mist around its red paws.

“So you’re the one who has been causing all the problems around here. I never hunted a fox before, but there’s a fire time for everything,” Nero remarked as he stood at his full height.

It tilted its head looking at him curiously. It breathed lightly as it stared at him. Its tails swayed behind it as it lowered its stance, as if it was about to leap at its prey.

Nero  pulled out his gun, Blue Rose and fired at the monster. The bullets flew toward it and the demon’s body became completely transparent and the bullets harmlessly passed through it and hit the wall. He fired at where it was going. Every time the bullets passed harmlessly through its body and hit the wall. When he was out of bullets, the demon went tangible again and let out a howl as it flew up into the air. It stared at him and bared its fangs at him.

“Of course it couldn’t be that easy,” Nero said as he drew his sword. Well if bullets weren’t going to work then he could rely on his sword to do the job. He ran forward and drew his sword when it was close enough. The beast went intangible again and his sword went through the beast as if it was just air and cut into the woods floor.

The monster moved to the opposite side of the room and became corporal again as it let out a bellow. It raised its tails and beams of dark light zoomed from the tips of its fingers at Nero and the young man leaped into the air to avoid them. The blasts crashed into where he had been and destroyed the ground.

Now that the beast seemed physical again Nero quickly shot at its head. The bullets bounced nailed its body and two of them bounced off of its head harmlessly and fell onto the floor. The beast went corporeal again and flew up into the ceiling, a faint vapor trail following it as the ceiling rippled like a pool of water from it moving through it.

The Devil Hunter hissed as he lowered his gun and blinked when he saw the holes in the wall quickly closing as if they were being fixed by invisible workers. In moments the holes his bullets had made were completely patched. The color of the filled over the new batch as if it was being repainted and was completely repaired. As if the wall had never been shot in the first place.  He looked at the floor and saw the part where his blade had scratched was fully repaired as if his blade had never cut it.

“What the hell?” Nero questioned aloud. He slowly walked over to the wall and carefully rubbed his human hand over where the bullet holes should have been. The wall was smooth, as if it had just been put up. He wondered how the wall seemingly repaired itself and then the demon’s own form and how it flew out from the painting. He looked at the other wall the beams had hit and saw the other wall go through the same procedure. “Maybe it’s making sure the place stays in good shape.”

It made sense the more he thought about it. If this demon was using this place as a feeding ground it would want people to come inside it. The better it looked the more comfortable people would feel about stepping inside. If he didn’t know better and was told about the demon beforehand his guard would have been lowered.

“Well if that holds true after its death, then Mr. Wilson is going to be a happy man. If everything stays fixed like this after I kill it then we won’t have problems,” Nero said, smirking. When he first took this job, he was worried he would have to hold back and be careful so he wouldn’t break anything. If this demon was keeping this place as clean as possible then he could cut loose without fear. Still he wouldn’t go too wild if the reason the place looked so clean was because of an illusion. He didn’t want to lose any cash because of collateral damage.

Nero saw something reflecting light off the ground. He slowly walked over to it and saw it was a simple golden wedding ring. He picked it up and twirled it between his thumb and point. It slipped and fell on top of his ring finger and he quickly raised his hand. The golden band slipped onto his finger and went down farther than he thought it would. He frowned at how tight it felt, almost as if he meant to secure it. He went to pull it off, but it didn’t move. He tried a little harder, but they slipped off.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Nero growled as he pulled on the ring harder, but again his fingers slipped before it would come off. He wasn’t adverse to wearing rings, especially since he had worn several of them. He sighed and decided to stop for now. He would need some cream or something to loosen it up, and hopefully slip it off. Perhaps he could find something in the bathroom, or a sink he could use before he left and get it off.

“Worry about it later,” Nero scoffed. Whoevers ring this was he could give it to Nathan later and he would be able to find out whose it was. The owner had to have belonged to someone here. He doubted that Nathan was going to keep it with all the money he had if this house was anything to go. If the owner was unfortunately dead then he would at least be able to give it to their spouse as a memento. If they were still alive. If not he could give it to their next of kin.

Nero went over the fight in his head and all the abilities it had displayed in that small amount of time. Just from that fight alone he had gleaned more information about the demon. He wasn’t sure if it was true, but it seemed like a good guess at any. Especially since it would explain why it didn’t attack him while it was intangible. Then it wouldn’t worry about having to get hurt at all.  Honestly it reminded him of those fish like demons that Agnus had in Fortuna Castle that swam through the metal a little too much for his liking.

“Let’s see if I can find out if that’s true or not,” Nero thought as he stumbled into the room on the left to see if the demon was in there.

He strode into the kitchen and for a moment was taken aback by how extravagant it was. The floor was a clean black wood that complimented the granite counters and a large silver fridge, which looked like it could hold two normal ones. Exquisite finely crafted wooden cupboards and a pantry off to the side. In the center of the kitchen was a large marble kitchen island which matched the counters and could have been used as a dining table or a place to leave appetizers until they were ready to be served. There was a large stone mural over the wall depicting a man getting ready to fight a monster on a chariot with multiple horses.

“Spared no expense did you Wilson,” Nero remarked as he looked around. As over the top as it was to him, he couldn’t deny that it did look good. This was the kinda place Kyrie dreamed of having one day. She never vocally said it, but he had caught her looking at magazines like this from time to time, and when they were renovating their place. She would look at the prices for certain things and then place them back. It made him want to work harder so that she could have it one day, even if it would be a long way off.

Just like the living room, the kitchen was immaculate for the most part and looked like it had just been cleaned and scrubbed. The floors shined as if they had just been mopped and a new coat of shine on them. The cupboards looked like they were just cleaned and brightened with wood polish.

The only sign of any messiness was the sink which was filled with dirty dishes. He stepped closer to the sink and frowned at the dirty dishes and the rank smell of old meat. He couldn’t help but shake his head at the mess and the smell. He wasn't sure if it was the demon’s attempt at putting him at ease or something left behind before Nathan and the rest of the humans were forced out. Considering the state of the rest of the place and what was going on before it appeared it could easily be either or. There was still so little he knew about the demon. The fact it could turn intangible, fly, go through objects, and shoot energy beams already said it was a higher class of demon than what he normally dealt with. The enhanced strength and durability was a given with demons in general.

A chill went down his spine and he jumped back to avoid a blast from the left that hit one of the cupboards. Destroying it and the contents inside it. Woods went flying everywhere and he turned to see the fox snarling at him. It leaped at him and he quickie raised his sword and blocked its claws from piercing his body. He pushed it back and it flew into the air and the white mist on its legs returned as it floated in the air.

“Think you could surprise me you stupid fox. I was ready for you before what made you think you could get the drop on me again,” Nero said.

The beast waved one of its tails and several of the drawers opened. Forks, knives, spoons, plates, and even bowls flew at him from all directions.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Nero groaned as he was forced to run around the room, doding the knives and all the stuff launched at him. He swung his sword and shattered plates, bowls, and deflected whatever else came his way. The fragments of the broken material fell harmlessly onto the ground and didn't rise to attack him. He drew his gun and changed the ammo in for stronger explosive rounds and poured a little of his demonic power into them. He fired at the largest gatherings of the floating materials. When the bullets touched one of the floating items a small explosion went off that destroyed the rest of the floating utensils by it.

An opening formed from the explosive blasts and he reached out with his Devil Bringer, causing a large spectral version of his limb to appear above it. The ghostly limb grew, its hand open to grab the demon but the demon flew into the ceiling and the demonic phantom limb crashed into the ceiling and broke through it. But much to his anger the beast evaded his arm. Parts of the ceiling fell onto the counter, causing the granite to break and develop cracks.

“Getting real tired of trying to herd you where I want you,” Nero growled as he pulled his arm back, causing the phantom limb to disperse. He holstered his gun once more and looked around the room again. He could hear the room starting to repair itself again.

The hole his bringer had made in the roof started to mend, the broken material flying in and flying into it as if it was a magnet. The materials seemed to know what should go in first, as the pieces of the painted ceiling remained outside and allowed the inner parts in first. The cracks and webs showing where the pieces had broken from each other melding together as if a strong adhesive had been placed and then scraped over to make it look more natural and as if it hadn't been broken. After a several moments the ceiling was fully repaired with no sign of the damage that had been inflicted upon it.

When it was finished being fixed, the Devil Hunter turned and turned and watched as the utensils and shattered fragments of plates and bowls flew back to the cupboards they had been in. The broken dishes and bows reattached themselves to their broken fragments and mend together as if they were being glued together. When they were fully repaired they entered the cabinet they came from. The moment they were all back in their respective places the cabinet doors shut. Soon the room was back to the state it was when he first stepped inside. The only mess left in the room was the pile of dirty dishes still left in the sink. Even the broken cupboard that the demon's attack had destroyed was fixed good as new.

Nero sighed. This was the second time he had seen one of the rooms and its contents repair itself and it was still weird to see. It was strange to be working in a place where collateral damage seemingly meant nothing. Normally when he worked in places like this where the environment was affected by a demon's power he had to worry about it attacking. However the only time it had attacked him so far was because that damn fox had used its power to do so.

The longer he fought this damn demon the more questions he had about it. If it could fox its environment and change it how it wants then why not have it so the cupboards of the fridge attack him. As bad as knives and forks would have been they would have done a lot more damage.

“Whatever you can think about it more later,” Nero muttered as he looked around the room again and his eyes settled on the dirty dishes.

The longer he looked at the messy dishes the more they stood out. His hands ache, as if he was about to get into a fight. He couldn’t believe that despite what had happened they still weren’t clean. Some of the broken material and fragments of plate had to have landed in the sink during the fight. He couldn’t say because of how chaotic the fight had been, but he doubted a piece hadn’t fallen in here. A thought came to him the longer he looked at the mess. Would the demon’s power make them get as dirty as they were before, or would it just leave them as they were since they were only getting cleaned. It was a question that he felt needed to be answered, even if it was minor.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this when there’s a demon running around,” Nero sighed as he walked to the sink. He turned on the faucet and ran the dirty dishes under the hot water. Most of the gunk slid off of the plates and went down the drain. He grabbed the soap and started to wash them down and the dried brown and yellow stains on them started to get smaller. It was almost relaxing to do so, if it wasn't for the demon running around.

As he washed them down, the hair on his human arm started to disappear as if it was never there to begin with. It didn’t stop when the last trace of hair on his arm was gone. The process continued all over his body as the chest hair he had started to vanish, along with the hair on his legs. Soon every last trace of hair below his eyebrows was gone as if every hair had been plucked off her body.

When a good portion of the plates were cleaned up he started drying them with a nearby towel. The plates squeaked from how hard he was doing. After a few seconds he stopped and ran his hand over it, feeling little water residue. He placed it on the side and continued his work on the rest. As he dried them he started to hum a tune that Kyrie would sing when they did this work together.

When he was finished cleaning and drying them, he stared at the plates waiting to see if the old food and grime would return on them. After what seemed like an hour, but in reality was only a minute, he hummed when he saw they were still just as clean as when he finished. He opened the dishwasher next to him and started placing the clean plates inside it so they could get a more thorough cleaning later.

When he placed the last dish away and sighed as he brought his head back to look at the roof. It still somewhat amazed him that all the damage that had been there previously was gone. He just hoped that it stayed that way when he finally killed this thing and didn't have to worry about the place coming down on top of him. Or that Mr. Wilson would try to not pay him because of all the damages to the place. Well since the cameras were working then Mr. Wilson would be able to see that it wasn't his fault.

“Alright then so the environment can be changed,” Nero said. He was lucky the demon didn’t attack him while he was doing those dishes. He would have been able to dodge it easily, but if it had left itself open he might just have been able to hit it or grab it. If he could just grab it with his Devil Bringer then he just might be able to catch it. He didn't know if his limb could but it was a spectral projection so maybe it could. Either way, he would find out the moment he got his hand on it.

The young man thought over where he might be able to find the demon and where it had gone. The fox had flown through the ceiling so if he had to guess it was probably on the second floor, possibly waiting for him. If that was the case then he was fine with that. He would have loved to get another shot at it and this time he would get it. If it gave him the chance he needed to grab this thing and put it down then it would make whatever hassle it might be worth it.

He went to the stairs and froze when he saw the fox laying at the foot of them. The fox turned to look at him and stood up as Nero aimed his gun and fired. The demon jumped and tilted its head as it stared at him. The young man growled and could swear that the demon was mocking him and fired again at the fox, aiming for its head. The fox ran up the stairs as the bullets hit the balister, which repaired on a moment’s notice.

“Is this fucking demon playing with me?” Nero spat.

The hunter slowly treaded up the stairs mindful of every little creek that went off. The creak of the stairs put him on edge, and his years of experience stopped him from shooting randomly. That fox could attack from anywhere it wanted. It could suddenly fly down from the ceiling or the floor and scratch him with its claws or bite him. He hadn’t to deal with a demon like this in a while and he hated having to deal with it again. He looked down, half expecting to see the demon’s face looking up at him as if it was a pet. Why couldn’t it have been a simpler demon that didn’t have all of these powers? At least the cash he was going to make from this hunt would make up for all the hassle it was giving him.

With every step the young man took he lost an inch off his height as if he was getting smaller. Every step was like a trigger that caused him to lose another inch in height. His clothes got looser the more he changed. If he had been more focused on what was happening to him then he might have noticed the changes that were going on with his body. When he reached the top of the stairs, he had lost a full head of height.

He eyed the white doorways and halls and the items that filled it. The second floor was just as richly furnished as the lower level. The hall was lean and looked like a fresh coat of blue paint had been applied to it. There was a large painting of a forest with a wooden table underneath it. There was a camera at the end of the hall that no doubt recorded everything that had been going on.

He looked around trying to find any sign of where the beast might have gone. All of the doorways were shut and there wasn’t anything off with the walls that might have  The damned fox didn’t leave any sign of a trail so all he could do was wander around until he found it. It would have been bad if it was in a popular area, or if more people were around.

The devil hunter went to the nearest door and grabbed the handle with his demonic limb as he pulled out his revolver with the other. After a moment he threw the door open and raised his gun, ready to fire on a moment’s notice. He slouched when he saw inside it were cleaning supplies, like a vacuum, a broom, and a dustpan, along with various cleansers. He looked around to see if there was anything unusual inside, but couldn’t find anything off with them, much to his relief. Last thing he needed to find another demon hiding somewhere, or a trap it might have laid.

“Thank god Dante isn’t here,” Nero muttered. He would have been teased by the older hunter for how jumpy he was being. He could already imagine some of the remarks Dante would have made about him.

The young man shut the door and moved onto the next room, and threw it open with his revolver at the ready just like the last door. The room seemed to be a guest room. The first thing that caught his eyes were the broken pieces of what he presumed to be a vase on the ground. It was a prominent white with red and blue lines running across it. He couldn’t make out what the figure on it might have been with how small the pieces were. There was a large bed in the corner of the room along with a wooden bookshelf and dresser. He could see a door that led to a clean bathroom. There was a closet door off to the side of the room. It lacked anything like personal effects like paintings or pictures, and the bookshelves were bare.

Nero entered the room and stepped closer to look at the pile. He kneeled down to get a better look at the broken fragments. He moved some of the broken fragments around to see if he could piece it together and now what it was, but couldn’t. He placed the broken pieces back on the floor, feeling slightly off just putting them back where he found them. The young man knew he should find the nearest trash can and put them away, but knew he first had to look around the rest of the room.

“Well good thing I didn't break it,” Nero commented. He didn’t know how much this had cost, but he was willing to bet it had cost him quite the sum like everything in this house seemed to be. He picked one of the broken pieces up. He looked to see if there was a place he could toss it when he was done. With how hard his boots were he wouldn’t have to worry about it getting in his feet.

He went to the closet, raising his gun again as he did so. The closet was large enough for him to walk in easily and was filled with shelves and cupboards to separate people’s clothing and various other items. He looked through them to see if there was anything strange that might be hidden and didn’t see anything at all that seemed off.

Nero sighed and holstered his gun and shut the door. Well, that was one room down, several more to go in this place. It couldn’t hide from him forever and knew it wouldn’t. It was only a matter of time before it came out again. The only question was how long was it going to keep running around until he finally managed to get it.

He stopped as a  thought came to him of how he could draw it out. The monster came out when it thought it could surprise him earlier. Maybe if he were to do something to make it think he lowered his guard then it would come out. Besides cleaning this up wouldn’t take too long and it would be best if he dealt with them now. It might be forgotten about when he was finished. He was relieved he knew where he could get what he needed to sweep it up already and didn’t have to go hunting for supplies.

The young man went back to the cleaning closet in the hall and grabbed the broom and dustpan and started sweeping up the larger fragments of the glass.  As more of the larger broken pieces of glass filed the pan a sense of satisfaction filled his being.

As the young man was sweeping them into the pan, his legs started to change. His feet shrunk inside of his boots, his toenails cleaning. They quickly became smaller petite feet that would fit perfectly on a young woman. The changes traveled continued up his legs and they started to slim down. He was left with undoubtedly lower feminine legs that greatly contested his thighs and masculine body.

After getting all of the larger fragments he went to the bathroom and dumped the broken shards in the trash can. He looked back at where the broken remains had been and hummed. Now that most of the bigger fragments were gone, if anyone were to come in here then they should have been fine. Still there was a part of him that told him it wasn’t enough. He needed to do more.

“No that’s enough,” Nero said. He looked around the room to see if the demon had revealed himself, and saw that it wasn’t.

The silver-haired young man tried to fight the feeling with all his might. He was here on a job. He couldn’t keep doing stuff like this. Still maybe it could tell that he wasn’t quite so focused on doing what he had done.

After a moment, he sighed and went back to the supply closet to grab the vacuum. He turned it on and heard the sound of the broken fragments he missed get sucked inside and smiled. As he did his eyes darted around as he looked for the fox, but still didn’t see or feel anything off. He looked back at the floor making sure he wasn’t missing anything and his mind blanched at the thought of not cleaning it up correctly.

“Seriously what is wrong with me today,” Nero muttered. He never cared so much about cleanliness beforehand.  He wanted to keep things clean, but normally he would be able to put it off for a while. Now it was almost as if he saw a mess he had to deal with immediately.

As he vacuumed the broken pieces and the rest of the floor his thighs started to change. They swelled larger and larger, as if they were being filled with some of the loss mass from when he had been shrinking. They pushed his manhood to the side of his pants as they gained a sensual curve to them that wasn’t there before. The young man groaned in discomfort and pulled at one of his pants legs to try and make things better, but with little success. Despite their growing size and wiggle they kept the same muscle tone that they had before, but came more compressed and feminine looking. When they finished growing, they had become thick sensual thighs that would be perfect for giving a lover a lap pillow and gain the admiration and lust of many.

Soon he didn’t hear anything get sucked inside he stopped and smiled as he looked around the room. The floor was perfectly clean of any sort of broken remains and grime on them. He admired his work and knew that Kyrie would have approve of it if she saw it. The young man remembered why he was original doing this and looked around. Much to his disappointment, there wasn't any sign of the beast. So much for his thought about the demon showing up when it thought he was distracted by something.

The silver-haired hunter picked up the broom and dustpan went to the door to put them back but stopped when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned his head in the direction they were coming from and saw the damned fox on the bed looking at him lazily as if it was just relaxing. Its paws were out in front of it and its tails swayed behind him. It titled its head at him, almost as if it was waiting for him to pet it or pat its head. The young man studied it, wondering what it was going to do.

Nero dropped the broom and dustpan and swiftly moved toward the beast as he pulled Red Queen off of his back. Before his sword could connect it leaped from its place and floated in the air as his sword destroyed the bed. He kept swinging his sword at it, and the beast deftly avoided his strikes. It even performed a barrel roll as it avoided the swing of his sword. It looked at him on its back as it floated in the air.

“Stay still you bastard!” Nero yelled as he swung Red Queen at the monster. The monster kept moving around, and going ethereal. It floated up to the roof and fired more energy blasts from its tails.

Nero moved to the side of the room and swung down as the monster jumped the side. His blade cutting through the bed and spring, making it collapse. He lept where it was and swung his sword down at his legs but it stoon on its hind legs and hit the floor. He brought his sword back the other way it jumped to avoid another strike and flipped in the air before it floated there. It raised its tails and once again fired beams of energy at him.

The young man Nero dodged around the room avoiding the destructive blasts of energy with an angry growl, his eyes locked on the monster. He made his way forward as he dodged the attacks. When he was close enough, summoned his Devil Bringer and tried to grasp the monster again, but the demon flew through the wall. The giant ethereal appendage didn’t stop however and crashed through the wall, sending the part of the wall flying back into the hallway. The silver haired boy could hear it running down the stairs again.

Nero growled and slammed his demonic limb into the wall next to him in anger. His strike caused brick and mortar to fall and make a hole large enough for him to walk through to appear. He stepped through the hole and looked down at the stairs. He turned back to the room that he just left and watched as the damage they had caused andthe holes in the floor and cuts on the wall repaired themselves.

The moment the room finished repairing itself he breathed out and continued after the demon. While he had proof that the house could repair itself, he wanted to make sure that it did that as well. The last thing he wanted was to find out that he was getting a pay cut because one of the rooms hadn’t repaired themselves like he thought they would.

He ran down the stairs after the monster, focused on making sure that they next time he saw it, the beast wouldn’t escape him. His mind was still scrambling for ways to kill it despite the annoyed rage that he had for it. This cat and mouse game was getting far too old, and there was no way that he was going to spend another night doing it when he didn’t have to. All he needed one was change, one shot at wounding the monster and then he was sure that he would be able to finish it.

Nero reached the bottom of the stairs and looked all around him, half expecting to see it on the roof. There wasn’t anything that told him which direction that it went down again, and further frustrated. The young man remembered what happened earlier and he breathed out and waited a second, willing to bet that it was playing another one of its games with him. Then he was sure that it would show up or give some hint of where it might have gone.

As he hoped and expected, the pitter patter of small feet made him bolt down the direction that they had come from, his hand gripping the handle of his sword tightly. He was sure that he had heard the monster enter the room. He looked around, wondering if the monster was in the room. He looked under the coffee table, half expecting to see it there, even if it was too large. With its intangible ability the monster had the ability to theoretically hide anywhere, unless it had some hidden ability that he didn’t know about. It might seem childish, but with how playful this damn thing was he wouldn’t be too surprised by it. Even so, it did nothing to abate the anger that he felt.

This cat and mouse game was getting old real fast. Most of his jobs didn’t take this long, as long as they were just dealing with a small demon nest, or fighting stronger Devils. Still despite how much he had fought and experienced, this demon had earned his hatred. He didn’t hate it as much as he did Sanctus and Agnus for all the stuff they did, but this demon had quickly risen to the top in terms of sheer annoyance.

“I am going to enjoy killing this thing,” Nero said lowly. His mind went through all the ways he could tortue this demon before he finally killed it. Sure it might try to break out, but he was sure he would be able to stop it from leaving. He hoped it did then he could punish it for trying to escape.

He was sure Kyrie would love a demon fox skinned coat or slippers. Maybe he could make a necklace out of one of its teeth. Granted Kyrie might not like that item but he was sure he could find a buyer for something like that easily enough. People in the know would buy just about anything if it was related to demons. If Dante can sell Devil Arms to people then he was sure there was someone out there who would want some teeth. In his experience people would buy just about anything related to Demons if they were in the know. You just had to find the right buyer.

He looked at the couch and imagined what it would be like for him to be here with Kyrie. He could easily imagine the two of them next to each other, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, her face against his chest. The two of them watching a nice movie together, lounging on the couch. Maybe a cooler next to them so they didn’t have to get up and some snacks.

He was sure that it would make for a good romantic night together. Perhaps even lead to something more. Either way after this he wanted to go out and do something special with her. Go see a movie, then to a nice restaurant, maybe even go on a small vacation. It would be a nice treat and make up for all the crap that he had gone through with this job. Besides the pay would more then make up for it so long as there weren’t any sudden pay cuts.

He felt something land on the top of his head and looked up to see the fox looking down at him one if it’s tails brushing against his ears. He sputtered at feeling the soft fluffy tail brush against his face. He sputtered and wiped it away, but one of the other tails came around and brushed the other side of his face.

The cold merciless look entered his eyes again as he looked up, only to see the snout of the fox looking down. In his mind, the young man could easily see the monster looking down at him with a playful smirk with how it has acted.

“You damn fox!” Nero cursed.

He reached up to try and grab it but the fox moved out of his reach. He moved to grab one of the multiple tails but the demon fox moved them out of the way before he could. The devil Hunter moved around and continued to try and grab one of the fluffy tails, but the monster kept them out of the way it’s tails still brushing against his face.

Unknown to the silver haired young man his face started to change. His hard masculine features morphed as it softened. His nose shrunk and got smaller becoming a cute button nose that added to the growing feminine flair. The inverse happened to his lips which started to swell and quickly became a pair of plump kissable lips that could only belong to a stunning woman. His cheekbone softened as they rose higher while his chin rounded out and softened into an attractive heart shaped face that highlighted his feminie features. When his face finished changing it had become that of a beautiful young woman that could be called a goddess for how stunning it was.

“Stop moving around you little shit!” Nero demanded and reached up to grab it.

It leaped off of his head and as it fell to the ground it used one of its tail to softly whack his throat, making him gasp and stop thrashing around. He held his throat and gasped as all the air that he had inside of him was gone.

“You little shit,” Nero said slowly, his throat aching from the blow.

The fox again tilted its head again as if it was trying to look innocent. It only served to infuriate the young man more and fuel the fantasies that he had already in his head. By this point the money that he would get from this job seemed to be more like an added bonus then the real reason that he took this job. He pulled his throat away and coughed it as he tried to clear it.

His Adam's apple started to get smaller, making the tightness around his throat more prominent as it slimmed as well. It continued to get smaller and looked more appropriate for his rapidly feminizing body.  A cough escaped his throat that sounded much higher in pitch. The coughing fit continued to get worse, as if he had just been forced to drink a barrel of sand as a scratchy sensation in his throat grew by the second and made him wince. In moments it was gone as if it had never been there at all.

The young man placed his leg around the coffee table and punted it over at the demon. The demon jumped to the side of the room as the coffee table flew into the wall, shattering on impact and sending wood shards flying all over the place. Neither of the two payed the destroyed furniture any thought as they focused on another, Nero moving to where it stood. The young man brought his sword down where it was and the beast leaped to the side as it smacked him with one of its tails. The blow wasn’t too painful, but it threw him off balance and made him stumble, only for nother tail to hit him and make him loose whatever balance he had.

The young man fell to the floor and he quickly drew his gun. He pulled the trigger and a pair of bullets flew out at where it floated in the air. The demon flew and the bullets collided with the TV, destroying it, and causing sparks to appear. A small part of him shed a tear for the destroyed television, but getting what he needed done was far more important. He jumped at where it was and again drew his blade. He swung his sword at the monster and his blade passed through it as it landed on the ground.

Instead of continuing the fight, the fox ran down the hall and Nero growled as he chased after it, drinking the saliva in his mouth. He was so lost in his anger that he never noticed the higher pitch of his throat. The only thing that he could think off was to chase after the monster and kill it. Collateral damage be damned. He went down the direction that he thought the fox went and continued his chase, suddenly the noise stop and he came down a interaction in the house with two different hallways and a door that led somewhere.

The multiple paths might as well have been a mirror fun house to him. He growled as he looked around, trying to find more signs of where it might have ran off. To his dismay he couldn’t find any trace of hair on the ground, scratch marks, or anything else that might have hinted where it had gone. Any one of them could have been where the fox had went. He didn’t want to waste his time on this crap searching for it, especially after all the close encounters that he already had for it. He wondered how angry the owner would be if he started destroying the whole place. At least the other house would be alright and the garage too. After all, destroying the demon was far more important.

The young man stomped his foot on the ground, annoyed that it looked like he was going to have to guess until that damn fox decided to show its face again. Fine, if he had to play that game then he would. Besides that fox had shown that it like to come out when he’s busy doing something or looking through another room. Except the next time it did it wouldn’t get away from him and then it would know pain.

The young man breathed out and went to the nearest door and threw it open and his eyes looked around the room for the beast. The door flew back and the handle slammed into the wall, making an indent. He stepped into the room as he heard the wall repair itself.

Nero looked around the room as a foul stench hit his nose that made it twitch. He looked for the source and saw that it was a large batch of dirty laundry. In the corner of the room he saw a large fancy dryer, washer, and a retractable steam board if any clothes needed a steaming. There were cupboards that were no doubt filled with various cleaning implements and detergents. What stood out in his mind the most was the lack of a certain multi-tailed rodent. He went to the nearest one and opened it, almost tearing it off its hinges.

A harsh growl left his throat, as his disappointment grew. The moment anger was no longer the only thing on his mind he looked around the room again and frowned at the sheer expense.

“Seriously even his cleaning room looks like it belongs in a magazine,” Nero muttered. The laundry room back at his and Kyrie’s place looked fine, but it was clear that there were some small spots that could use a little more cleaning, but it was more than serviceable. He was willing to bet that it would take him several jobs just to get theirs looking this good.

The young man blinked at the voice that left his throat and grimaced. It sounded so much like a woman’s that he wasn’t sure what to think. He wondered why it sounded so different before the most likely cause came forward in his mind. It had to be because the demon had his throat earlier.

“Why isn’t this healing?” Nero muttered, the low seductive voice still making him blush. It was strange that the pain was still there. He had healed faster than a normal person, especially since he had gotten the Devil Bringer.

For something like a sore scratchy throat to still be wrong, only served to make him worried about some other ability the fox might have. It had already shown an impressive array of abilities that rivaled some high class Devils that he had thought. He wasn’t sure if it was one or just a really strong lower class one. The only thing that prevented him from being for sure was that it hadn’t talked. Most Devils from what he had seen couldn’t help but run their mouths and talk about how superior they were, and how insignificant he was. It all sounded the same after a bit.

“Hope I don’t need to get it looked at.”

He wasn’t sure if there were any doctors or experts for demon healing or something, but might have to. Maybe Dante, Lady, or Trish knew someone and he could contract them. The last thing he needed was to get some nasty surprise if it wasn’t treated after a while.

He just hoped that if Lady knew someone that she didn’t try to extort him out of everything he owned. He doubted it considering how nice she was to him and Kyrie, but he heard the stories from Dante how she could be. Apparently he was still paying off a motorcycle from over 20 years ago. Just how expensive could one motorcycle be?

Nero forced those thoughts aside and focused on the room again. Just like he expected the room didn’t have any sign of the beast, though he was sure that it was hiding somewhere, watching him like it always seemed to do. Oh he wanted nothing more then to tear this room apart piece by piece if it meant drawing the damn thing out, though with how it has been, he doubted that would be the case. If anything it would just run away like whenever things seemed to get a little tough for it.

He stared at the load of dirty laundry, and his fingers twitched. A familiar desire to clean formed that made him shiver and his hands clench. He gulped down another batch of saliva and breathed through is nose. The dank smell hit his nose again with new force, as if reminding him of its existence.

“No,” Nero muttered, trying to fight the instinctive urge to start it. He ran his hands through his hair and breathed through his mouth. Despite his attempts it did nothing to deal with the new urge that demanded to be dealt with. He turned toward it and frowned, his annoyance rising the more he stared.

For some reason it bothered him they were just being laid out, as if it was an important job that should have been handled ages ago. It wasn’t even his and yet it called to him as if it needed to be dealt with as if it was more important than the demon running around.

“It isn’t my job,” Nero told himself. “My job is to kill monsters so it would be safer for everyone. So that no one will get hurt. I ain’t some maid or butler doing menial chores like this. Remember why you’re here Nero.”

He muttered it again in his head under his breath and his eyes moved over to the dirty laundry. The stench grew more poignant in his nose and he reeled. It wasn’t going to make him pass out or anything, but with how strong it was, it was certainly noticeable. He tapped his foot, and ran his hand through his hair again, trying to focus on looking for the monster. Even if prior experience had told him that it would show up if it thought he was distracted he knew that he shouldn’t just do another man’s laundry.

“Damn it!” Nero said and did as his body bid him to do.

He looked through the cupboards to find where the fabric softener and the detergent were and quickly found them. He placed them on top of the dryer and then grabbed the bin of clothes. He separated the pile, his mind going over which he should do first. A frown crossed his face when he realized just how much was there. He had thought that there was quite a sizable load, but with what was here he would have to do two maybe even three to get it all.

The young man reached down and grabbed a large load of it. He noticed that he had grabbed something softer then the rest of the clothing. The young pulled it apart to see what it was a large silvery bra that looked like it would hold quite the large set of breasts. He blushed at the large bra and quickly put it back. He didn’t know who that might belong to and he certainly didn’t want to find out.

He looked through and saw a good number of the clothes in there were for a woman and his blush deepened further. Most of them consisted of clothes that one would wear around the house, yoga pants, leggings, simple t-shirts, and a few jeans. He avoided the woman’s clothing as best he could, more so since his own sense of decorum and years of instruction told him to do so. They weren’t Kyrie’s so there was no way that he would touch them.

After getting all of the clothes organized he threw the more masculine clothes in the wash and poured in the fabric softener and detergent. There was still a good number of female clothes left, and there was no way that he was going to mess with the undergarments. He would leave that to whoever helped around here. If he tried to do that as well then he was sure that he would end up ruining them. A pleased grin crossed his face. Now that the pile was somewhat dealt with the smell coming from the clothes wasn’t as bad.

“There we go, you happy with that you damn fox,” Nero muttered under his breath. He counted down in his head how much longer it might be before the monster revealed itself and how it would do so.

His jacket started to change as the sleeves of his jacket grew smaller along with the bottom of it. The zipper melded with the jacket as it was merged into his black shirt. Soon his jacket had been completely absorbed into it, leaving not even a trace of it remaining, as if it wasn't there at all. The moment his jacket was gone his shirt slowly began to shrink. It grew tighter around his stomach and his arms. The sleeves rose to his mid-biceps as the neckline of his shirt adjusted in a way that would have shown of her breasts if he had any. It quickly finished shrinking when it was a tight form fitting short-sleeved black t-shirt that now perfectly fit his thinner frame.

His black pants started to change as they slowly started. The denim fabric of his pants changed as his pants grew tighter around his lower body. The sturdiness of his pants softened and clung tighter to his altered lower body by the second. It showed off the curve of his flat butt and would have made his manhood plain to see if he was standing. When his pants finished changing, they were now dark blue yoga pants that snuggly fit his lower body.

Nero winced at the sudden change to his clothes as he got out of the basket that he was in. He pulled at his shirt, put off by how it suddenly felt. It was softer and more comfortable, almost as if it was a night shirt rather then one you would wear when you were heading out. His pants practically hugged his lower body and felt like it was showing everything off. It was a far cry from the tough denim pants that he wore just now that were loose enough to be comfortable.

Before he could look, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he frowned. He quickly turned around and saw that the fox was running toward him. The fox pounced on him and before he could react, the demon fox landed on his chest. The young man fell back and landed on the pile of woman’s clothes that he had set aside in the bin. The clothes going all over and rubbing his body and outfit.

His stomach morphed as he shook off the daze that clouded his mind. The hard earned abs that he had earned through years of training and exercise got smaller, as if someone was mushing them out and evening them out. His waist trimmed down and got smaller as if it was further compacting on itself.  The sides got smaller and smaller, as if someone was pushing down on the sides. The change in his developing figure only served to highlight the changes that had already happened to his body and make him look even more like a woman. In mere moments the changes had finished there, and he had a hard flat stomach that could only have belonged to a beautiful young woman and have been the benchmark for many to get. The slender waist that he now had enhanced the appeal of his new gut and would have been another goal for others to reach.

“The hell!” Nero yelled as he looked down and was surprised by the sudden change of his attire. His face burned in shame and embarrassment. He was glad that he was the only one in the room. He looked around the room and paled when he saw a camera in the corner of the room. “I...I know what you're thinking, but I didn’t put these on! Just roll back the tapes earlier. I just fell into these and then they had replaced all of my clothes.”

The young man didn’t receive any form of response, not that he expected one. He just felt like he had to justify himself to them, for whoever might be on the other side. If it was his boss he didn’t want them angry because he thought he might be a perv or something.

The young man looked back down at his clothes he wore blinked as he suddenly realized how different his body looked. His strong masculine arms, which Kyrie would rub from time to time and admire, were slimmer and hada feminine tone to them. His legs looked like someone had taken all of the excess size and placed it all on his now bloated thighs that looked like they could have been used for pillows. The young man gulped and hesitantly poked one of them. He shuddered at the soft pleasant cushion that he felt there along with the toned muscle that was there, despite how large they were. He pulled up on his stomach and gaped at the flat stomach that he had now. Everything about his body had become unquestioningly feminine.

“Is that piece of shit turning me into a girl?” Nero questioned aloud, his mind putting all the clues that he had together and quickly concluded that had to be the case. He paled and the room started to spin around as if a demon had picked it up and was spinning it like a top. He crashed into the wall and almost slid down the wall like a bug that had been hit by a car. For a moment he wondered what was happening to him and blaming the fox for it. A moment later he realized that this reaction was all him and he realized he was suffering a panic attack.

“Come on, Nero, get a hold of yourself. You have fought all kinds of demons. Gone to all kinds of places that have been messed with by demons. This isn’t anything worse. Just because your body is changing doesn’t meant you can wuss out now,” Nero said to himself.

Nero breathed heavily in and out and tried to regain his composure. He carefully stood up, still leaning against the wall for support. He growled and shook his head and arms. The young man continued to try and get his blood flowing. When the world no longer seemed like it was going to collapse under his feet he stood up straighter. A growl left his mouth, as the panic was completely replaced by the unrelenting rage and fury.

“Is that demon doing this to me!” Nero growled. “It's got to be! It has to be! Ever since I first saw that thing, nothing has gone right for me!”

Even though no one was around he couldn't help but voice his thoughts as if someone was. It was good to let it out, like when you were venting to someone and getting all of your feelings off of your chest. The rage settled in his breast like a fire. It was still there, but now he could focus on his work.

He looked back at the pile of clothes and frowned when he saw that there was nothing left of his old attire. He had liked those clothes, and he enjoyed that coat too. He might not be with the Order of the Sword anymore, but that coat had served him well and kept him warm. Not only that, but it looked like he was going to have to just keep wearing these until he could find something else to wear and get these off.

He rubbed his legs and didn’t feel any sign of his boxer shorts underneath but could tell he was wearing underwear. He reached around, and blushed when he realized he was wearing a small skimpy thong. He felt there was something else wrapped around his chest underneath his shirt and pulled at it. He blushed even further when he saw a silver bra underneath with large cups that would hold an impeccable set of breasts.

He looked at his fallen equipment and breathed heavily. A part of him was hesitant about lifting  it and breathed out. It might not have bothered him before the changes, but that was before he noticed all of it and focused on it. He was worried that another panic episode would come over him and what could happen. His gear breaking was the absolute last possibility that he didn’t see happening, but he was worried about his gun possibly going off. Still he was going to need everything that he could use at his disposal if he was going to kill it.

Nero picked up his sword with one hand, the blade as light as it ever felt. He sighed in relief, glad that he could still fight. The handle that he had used for so long felt similar, but different in his smaller dainter hands. It was as if he got the placement wrong, even though he held it the exact same way that he would usually. He adjusted his grip and smiled when he found the perfect way to hold it. He gave it a few practice swings and that joyful smile grew.

He picked up his gun and frowned heavily. Unlike his sword it felt off in his smaller hands now that he noticed the changes to his body. It felt off, as if he was trying to hold a large brick of wood. It felt a little too big in his now delicate hands, as if it wasn’t refined. He forced it aside, despite how uncomfortable it felt that didn’t mean that he couldn’t use it.

As he was about to put it away, a second problem quickly became apparent to him. Now that his pants had changed into these yoga pants he didn’t have a place to put it. He frowned and wondered where he should holster it. He couldn’t just pull at the pants and slip it inside. Not only would he have to pull his pants, but if it went off then he risked getting some bullets in his body. Even if it didn't hurt that much he would rather not get shot. The pants didn’t have any pockets and even if they did they wouldn't be able to fully hold the gun.

The young man looked back at the pile of clothes and blushed as another possibility came to him. It was one that could get him in trouble with the boss, but it would let him use both of his arms freely, and give him a place to holster his weapon. He tried to refute the idea, but with how tricky this demon was being he couldn’t let something like this stop him. If he is going to win then he couldn’t afford to have any delays then he already had.

“I can't believe I'm doing,” the young man groaned tiredly, her voice still making her blush. “Kyrie’s going to kill me if she finds out about this.”

He placed the two weapons down and breathed out as he grabbed the pair of womens jeans and his blush darkened as he breathed out again. As bad as it was wearing women's clothes, changing these pants out for jeans would be for the best. At least with them he wouldn't feel like someone was caressing his lower body and have it all on display like this. Even if nobody was here to see or comment on it, he wanted to keep some sense of his dignity.

Nero breathed out as he pushed down on the top of his pants, but much to his shock it didn't move. He tried again, but still the top of the pants remained where they were, as if they had been superglued to his body.

“The hell,” the young man muttered as he grabbed the hem of his pants and tried to pull it down, but again it didn’t move. He tried harder and the fabric stretched out, but the top of the pants remained put. He growled as he gripped them as hard as he could and pull up down and up as hard as he could. The young man shivered as his actions caused the fabric around his buttocks and crotch to brush against his tool and his rear, sending pleasing waves through him as if they were being played with. A perverted part of him told him to keep doing it, but it was getting vastly overwhelmed by his unrelenting fury.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Nero yelled and pulled harder. No matter how hard the feminine young man tried to get the pants to move the top of them pulled. Everywhere else he pulled the fabric moved, making the rest of it caress his softer skin. He jumped when the tight spandex of the pants slipped through his fingers and slapped against his body. A pulse went through his body that made him shutter and his face burn in arousal.

The young man looked at where the fabric had slapped him and blushed. He couldn't believe these pants were stuck to him and making him feel like this. His blush darkened further when he noticed his rising wood, only arousing him further. He breathed out and tried to calm his body down, breathing in and out. The small arousal that came from his pants earlier remained, but now he didn’t have to worry about any inconveniences from it.

The young man let go of his pants and tried to think of a different approach and hopped onto the washer. He shuddered as a pleasurable wave went through him that made him immediately get off as he got rockhard. He blushed further at the sight of his sword standing proud and gulped. It was as if someone had roughly grabbed his ass and quickly massaged it as fast as they could. A part of him wanted to get back on it until it ended. He gulped and forced his desires away, despite it being one of the strongest sexual stimulation in his life.

“Breathe Nero, just breathe,” Nero repeated and slowly breathed in and out to calm down the heat between his legs.

When the heat that had come from his body was dealt he sat down on the dryer and breathed out. The small rumbles from the washing machine were still there with how close they were, but didn’t feel nywhere as much arousal from it. He grabbed the bottom of his pants legs and pulled at them. They bottom of the fabric stretched as he pulled, but the rest of it didn’t move an inch, even though it stretched. The fabric slipped from his hands again and the changing boy shivered as the fabric only served to make him

He breathed heavily through his nose and growled. All of the curses and thoughts that he had saved for the monster returning with renewed vigor. The young man wanted to slam his arm into the wall and knock it down. Instead he muttered obscentites as he went over to his gear and picked it up, holding his gun in his human arm and his sword in his demonic limb. It wasn't ideal, but at least he would be ready for anything, even if he couldn't use the power of his Devil Bringer.

Nero looked around, wondering where the little shit might have gone now. The fox could have gone anywhere again and wondered where he should start looking. He wandered out of the hall.

He stepped back into the crossway, wondering what he should do now. He didn't just chase after it and let choose the battlefield. The damn fox had been playing him ever since they first met as if he was a new toy.

Now that he thought about it, he was surprised that the little monster hadn't done anything more to him. It tried to kill him with firing blasts and while he avoided them all some of the time it only messed with him a little, as if it was playing around. Still he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth since it hadn't decided to take a bite out of him.

He wandered down the hallway to the left, wondering what he would find now. With how crazy the rest of the house had been, he wasn't sure what to expect, but he was sure that it would only make him feel poorer then he already was. He and Kyrie would have loved to live in a place like this, though it was a nice dream.

When he reached the end of the hall he sighed. He grabbed the handle and slowly pulled it down. He had his gun at the ready and stepped into the room, Red Queen trailing behind him and banging the top of the door frame. He turned and lower it slightly as he walked into the room and looked around wondering what he would find in here.

The room appeared to be some giant game room. There was a massive screen that looked like it belonged in a theatre, another large comfortable looking couch. There were several game systems and could see several speakers for what had to be surround sound.

“Do rich people love to just get all the money and get all these luxuries in there house?” Nero questioned. Sure he would have loved to have a place like this with all the luxuries that it had inside, but he didn't need it, even though it would be nice to have a place like this.

He shook his head. He was just getting a little envious over all the high end luxuries that this  guy had. Even though he owned the place, it felt like Nathan was saying look at how rich I am to him. He wouldn't be surprised if he had multiple sports bikes, boats, or jet skis laying around somewhere. That wasn't including the stuff inside the house, he had dealt with some rich clientele and wouldn't be surprised if some of the stuff here could pay off all the expenses and rent he had with Kyrie for months. Well he didn’t need all those kind of things. He had enough excitement in his life anyway dealing with demons.

The Devil Hunter stepped further into the room and noticed the dust that had gathered on the gaming systems and the computer. He looked around the room and saw that the floor was still surprisingly clean. It made the discrepancy between them all the more clear to his mind as a familiar voice urged him to start cleaning it up. The urge to get a rag and wipe off all the dust on the electronics appeared and got stronger, making him clench his hands again.

“No Nero, you're on a mission, remember it's probably just the damn fox messing with you,” Nero said and smacked himself, trying to keep his mind straight. “Besides you shouldn’t just go across the house to get some cleaning supplies. It would take far too long and who knows what might happen in the meantime.”

The young man looked at the bookcase which was filled with a variety of games and movies from different generations. There were games that he hadn’t seen or heard from in a long time there. Even if he wasn't the biggest gamer and Fortuna was on the religious side of things. It made the wonder that he had about gaming or watching a movie in here all the more stronger. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t tempted to try it, if it wasn’t for the camera in the room.

Down at the bottom of the bookcase was an old rag, and spray bottle. He looked inside the bottle and sniffed it, just to confirm what it was. Just as he thought, it was a bottle of cleaner. The urge to clean grew again and he growled as he put the bottle down and yet despite that, his hand felt like it was still there. He looked down to make sure that it wasn’t and saw that it wasn’t, but his hand was slowly inching for it. He pulled his hand back and stepped away, breathing heavily. Now that he knew it was here, the voice in his head telling him to clean. It was as if he was grasping at straws to get out of work to one of his parental figures.

The young man placed his sword and gun down. He grabbed the cleaner and sprayed the cloth several times. After giving it a few sprays he started to wipe down the dusty electronics, making sure that he hit every spot that he could. Dust could be the thing that kills electronics if they were not properly cared for. Who knows how much dust was there and how long it lingered.

“This is going to bite me again, I know it,” Nero spat at himself as he lifted it up and wiped where it had been. As annoyed and angry, the part of his mind that told him to clean was gleeful that he was doing it. Another smile blossomed on his face at how clean it was getting. He could see his reflection in the hardware and his glee grew.

When he finished wiping them down, the young man looked them over to make sure that he hadn’t let a single piece of dust remained. It was almost as if he was a professional examiner, making sure that a restaurant had followed the guidelines. He ran a finger over the surface and the machines themselves and pulled them way. To his satisfaction, he saw that there wasn't even a small speck of dust.

“There we go,” Nero said, with a content smile. He placed the cleaner and bottle down.

The young man grabbed the handle of his gun, but before he could grab Red Queen, something wrapped around his waist and made him fall back onto the ground. He looked down and saw the large adorable soft bushy tails that the fox had were wrapped around his waist. He was lifted up in the air, and struggled to do anything. It was as if he was in a python’s hold that was getting tighter by the second. The fluffy prison didn’t hurt as much as it should, but it did nothing to alleviate his worry. With how strange and powerful this bastard was there was little doubt that it was going to make things worse.

Two more of its tails rubbed his hips, making him shudder and fight the small chime likke giggles that were leaving his mouth. His hips felt light, numb as if they were being coated in cold ice, rather then brushed with soft fur, despite the pants in the way.

“You...little...monster,” the feminine young man laughed as it continued to tickle him. He tried to grab its tails, tickling him but it used another pair of its tails to keep his hands in place to stop him from doing so. It was getting harder for him to keep them down.  Suddenly the tickling stopped and it raised him up in the air as if he were a prize.

“Ow!” Nero cried

The fox slammed the man down on the ground and a sharp pain came from his lower body as if he had just been stabbed with needles. The sharp pain spiked and a low popping sound resounded through a room that sounded to Nero like a pin on a grenade being pulled. More popping noises filled the room as his hips widened, making his behind cover more of the floor. The young man rolled his hips and sighed as they grew. A delighted moan left Nero’s mouth as the cool feeling grew, as if he was being given a delightful massage.

In the back of his mind, Nero knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on it. The delightful and pleasing sensation completely enveloped his mind, preventing him from thinking straight. A pleased grin crossed his face at the change. He unconsciously placed his hands on his widening hips and massaged them as they grew. He kept adjusting his hands to compensate for the change. The growth of his hips become smaller as more time passed, and the popping noise quieter, as if it was being muffed by a pair of pillows.

When his hips stopped widening, Nero looked down and grimaced at the change to his figure. His normal masculine plain hips were wider, more striking and have a noticeable thigh gap. These thighs rivaled Trish and Lady’s, if not surpassed them. They were huge, sexy and certainly showed off just how far he had come into being a woman. His member was pressing against his new sexy thighs and on full display, and yet it did nothing to arouse him. How could it when he was in this situation?

The young man gulped. He was running out of time and if he didn’t kill that thing then he was surely going to be a girl. The thought alone made him shiver. He didn’t need a mirror or to see his reflection to now how far he had fallen into womanhood and that he was on the tip of it before becoming one entirely. Though the question he had was what would happen first. Would he get breasts, and his rear grow before that, or would his organs change first. Neither option was one that he wanted to consider.

The pitter patter of feet caught his attention and reminded the young man he wasn’t alone, and saw the fox leaving the room, phasing through the door. The anger boiled to the surface and his fears and anxiety wew squashed as if they were an ant being slapped by a human. There wasn’t any time left to mess around. This had to end now, before it was too late. The young man picked up his gear without any hesitation and glared as he searched the room for the monster.

He followed the sound of footsteps in the direction they came from, chasing after the monster. For a moment he considered breaking down the walls, but he didn’t want to see which was faster or how much the demon could repair. The last thing that he needed was for the whole building coming down on him. He was sure that he would survive, but if the place wasn’t fixed, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to pay it all back.

He entered the living room, and growled as he searched for the monster. Again there wasn’t any sign that it had been in the room, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was still here, just watching like a rat in the walls for a good time to come out.

“Alright fuzzball let’s get this over with! You and me! Right here! Right now!” Nero demanded angrily hoping that this time the monster would come out and that he could finally end this.

Right now it was all or nothing. If it didn’t come out then he wasn’t sure what he would do.  He thought he knew all about its abilities after all of this, but he was running out of time. The next time he fought it had to end there. Before the next step of whatever it had in its perverse plans came to fruition.

A thump went off and he turned and pulled the trigger. A pair of rounds fired and blasted into the wall another thump went off and he turned and fired. He looked at where he had shot and saw the walls repairing themselves. There was no indication that it was there, but he had heard something and reacted on instinct. Usually when he heard stuff like that on a job that would usually mean that it was a monster.

The effeminate young man sighed, he was letting his emotions get the better of him.  He was desperate but he couldn't let it stop him. He had to keep some semblance of coolness, otherwise this damn beast was going to run rings around him more then it already had.

The small patter of footsteps caught his attention and he knew this time it would be the right one. He saw the fox standing in the hall, its tails swaying behind them.

“C’mon fuzzball, right here,” Nero said and stabbed his sword into the ground. He revved the blade and it roared as fire came from it. The roar of the blade brought him some comfort. He could feel it thrum with power and even when it was finished his next attack would have some extra strength behind it. He hadn’t done so since the whole time he was here now that he thought about it, because he didn’t need to. Now though, maybe it would give him the edge he needed to hurt the bastard.

The demon titled his head and the young man charged forward. The only thing that he had on his mind was attacking the beast and killing it however he could. No matter what method that he had to use he would if it meant that he would finally end the furry bastard. He had to end it here, before something else happened to him. Much like the rest of the encounters the fox went etherea when he tried to attack it or dodging them, fire blasts of energy, and more. The beast never rested, it was always on the move. It always did something with its tails, like push with some of its tails and attack with the other.

Nero growled, wondering what he was doing wrong or when he would finally be given the opportunity to do some damage. There had to be some secret to the monster that he just wasn’t seeing, like when a magician was performing a trick. A sign that he could exploit and use to his advantage or at least learn to time his strikes. There was no way that he could keep going for this, and a monster like this had to have some weakness or sign that it could exploit.

The two stared across from each other, a slight lull in the battle as if the two of them were taking their breath. The young man was grateful for the small break. He didn’t feel tired, but it would give him a moment that he needed to think and hopefully find out how to turn this around in his favor. All he needed was one change, just one weakness that he could exploit and then it would be in his favor.

The Fox charged forward and Nero moved to bisect the beast in half. He had no doubt, it would do something to avoid it, but if he could use the opportunity to do something then he would take it. The demon’s tails moved. Two of them went to Nero’s arm and slammed the bottom of the sword, sending his sword flying into the air.

Nero’s eyes widened, but he didn’t let that stop him. The young man clenched his fist and summoned his Devil Bringer. The ethereal appendage appeared next to it, as he brought it down.

Another two tails came forward, one on his crotch and the other on his chest. In one quick motion, it pushed him with its tails and sent him flying back into the wall. The wall cracked under the power and made him gasp in pain as he fell onto the ground, the landing almost unnoticed by how much pain he was in down below. The pain from his chest was noticeable and made it somewhat hard to breathe, as if someone was pushing down on his chest, but it didn’t compare with hiw his masculinity felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.

The young man held his aching crotch, and watched as the fox flew up into the air and grabbed his sword with its teeth. The demon phased through the wall, his sword going with the monster.

“Hey!” Nero cried angrily, only to wince as his crotch throbbed and masculinity to stand fully erect, despite the pain. He wanted to reach up, but the pain increased the moment he slightly moved his fingers and it throbbed as if someone has punched him down below.

Suddenly it felt cool, pleasing as if Kyrie was stroking it despite the pants being in the way. The silver-haired young man groaned as his pants seemingly tightened across his body. Nero pulled at the pants and tried to pull them off again to see what was happening exactly, but still the waistband of his pants remained put, as if he wasn’t pulling on it at all. He moaned as the pressure continued to grow, especially on his crotch. He hissed as it suddenly felt like someone was pushing down on his junk as hard as they could. The Devil Hunter gulped as he looked down and gasped when he saw the mound that was his equipment was getting smaller. He panicked and pulled at his pants with new effort muttering in a frenzy, “No, no, no!”

Nero gasped as his face lit up, he dropped his gun and pulled on his pants as if he was trying to tear them off. No matter how hard he pulled, the waistband didn’t move, let alone rip. The young man gulped and grabbed his shrinking manhood and paled that it felt like it was half its original size. His balls felt they were dried up raisins and were still getting smaller. His shaft felt like it was half the size it used to be and continued to get smaller. When his balls became the size of marbles, they felt like being forced against his body. His scrotum continued to get smaller in his hands, as if it was a snake or worm crawling into a hole. He would adjust his grasp accordingly, but even so it continued to get smaller.

He gasped as he felt the head of his penis begin retracting into his body. He cried erotically as his scrotum was sucked into his body. “No!”

With a loud wet slurp the new hunter spasmed as if she had just suffered an orgasm. The remains of what made her a man rose against her body, the erotic feelings she had, as if someone was carressing them growing. She gulped and breathed heavily, her face a dark red that only served to show how aroused she was. A light wet feeling appeared down there, as if they were wet from rain or a sprinkler. It made her blush as she quickly realized what it was.

She gulped as she patted the new flat part of her body and whimpered. For the first time in a long time she was afraid. She started to look around, expecting that monster to just burst through the walls and attack her. There was nothing she could do, whenever she swung at it with her now gone sword it was too fast and there was no way she had been able to shoot it. She couldn’t even grab the demon with how it was. Now she realized how futile and one sided the encounter had been. All of the attacks she had dodged meaningless with how he hadn't hit it once.

“I gotta get out of here!” Nero yelled and quickly started running out of the room and went straight to the front door. As much as she didn’t want to say it, she would need help with this one. She just hoped they could find a way to change her back to normal. It would be humiliating having to go to Dante, but it would be worth it to have her masculinity back. Her heart swelled when she reached the front entrance and quickly grabbed the handle. She opened the front door and jumped when she saw Nathan standing there.

“Nathan what are you doing here?” Nero questioned. Her face started heating up as she looked him over again. Before she could admit he was handsome, but now he looked like an Adonis to her. She shook her head and growled. That damn demon was still messing with her. “You shouldn’t be here, it's too dangerous with that demon running around!”

Instead of looking frightened, he smiled. He said cheerfully. “Wow you are just beautiful; you’re turning out wonderfully.”

A cold chill went down her spine as she instinctively stepped away from him. “What are you talking about?”

“You my dear.”

Nero flushed under the praise, her mouth dropping in shock. The words bounced in her head. Her heart fluttered and for a moment her mind stalled. Her jaw dropped as she fought the glee that spilled into her mind.

Suddenly things started to come together. Why the place was still in one piece, how clean it seemed. Her smile turned into a frown the more she thought about it. Why hadn’t she found any evidence of a wife aside from the clothes she had found. She should have seen some picture of her, no matter how old or small it might have been. A thought came to her on why the demon hadn’t killer her and simply ran around the manor as if it was a child having fun.

“That demon...it serves,” Nero started, and flinched when she saw the demon appear behind Nathan, but made no move to attack him. It floated behind him, almost like a shadow or a dutiful companion waiting to be ordered. She glared at him, growling, “You never had a wife did you! It was just some bullshit story you made up to get me here!”

“You’re right I never had a wife, but that won’t be the case for much longer,” Nathan said softly and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Soon, you’ll be my loving wife and we’ll live happily together. We’ll be able to experience all the wonderful things life has. Going on trips, seeing the world, and eventually building our family. It fills me with so much joy at all the wonderful times we’ll have together.”

“That ain’t happening you delusional bastard!” Nero cried as she placed her arms up between them, her hands balled into fists. The moment she did, she noticed how hard his chest and abs felt. Instead of pushing them away she patted his chest and noticed how hard it was and from her experience it wasn't the clothes that made him bigger, but because he had well defined muscle.

The man chuckled, bringing the new woman’s admiration to an end. He lowered his arms and Nero quickly stepped back. She wanted to head out the back door, or move even farther and then try to rush past him. She didn't get far though and her legs stopped as if she had stepped on a trap. She couldn't bring herself to leave, to slam him into a door with her demonic arm and then rush past him, or to keep him in the giant ethereal limb until he started to reverse it.

“Why don’t we relax inside my dear,” the man said as he gently took her hand. “I’m sure that we can think of other things to do inside. Perhaps have some dinner first?”

Nero’s face warmed and she gulped. She wanted to wretch her hand out of his but couldn’t bring himself to. Her heart pounded in her chest in terrified glee. A growl came from her stomach that made her blush in embarrassment as if she had just heard someone blurt out an embarrassing secret for all to hear.

“I’ll take that as a yes. And don’t worry we have all sorts of stuff here to make a wonderful meal,” Nathan said. “Though we would have to make it ourselves, but between the two of us, I’m sure that is not an issue.”

The young woman’s mind pondered over what she could cook if she knew what she had. It was a bit late and she would rather not be forced to eat later if she could make something quick and easy right now.  She shoved those thoughts aside and focused on how she would deal with him when she finally felt like she could move and act as she pleased. All the ideas that she had for the fox had shifted over to him nd how he would make him pay, and if that fox came that would make it all the better.

“Let’s not dilly dally, I’m sure that you're starving after the ordeal that you had to deal with today chasing after Reynard,” Nathan remarked as he petted the top of the fox demon’s head. The fox preened from his touch and after a moment it stepped out of his reach and then went intangible as it floated away somewhere. “With how he acts you think he was a giant cat rather than a fox. One minute he wants all the attention and when he has had his fill he runs off. At least he answers my call when I need him for something.”

He led her through the house, the young woman’s heart pounding in her chest as she looked around. The place didn’t look different. The walls were still lighted the same, along with everything else. The only difference now was that she was afraid, nervous of what it would be like this time. It was almost as if she was being taken out on a date for the first time. Considering her situation and what was happening it was easy to understand why she was thinking that.

“It is a beautiful home, wouldn’t you agree? I noticed the way you were looking at the place in the cameras,” Nathan remarked.

“I thought it did, but now I wouldn’t mind going wild and wrecking the place,” Nero growled. “Starting with you.”

“I’m sure you would. Now then why don't we go and have some food? It's pretty late and I'm sure that everything that you have been through you would like something to eat,” Nathan said.

The two of them entered the kitchen, and the young woman frowned as she looked around the room, instincts from her time working with Kyrie in the kitchen came rushing forward. Her mind recalled everything that she had seen before and the recipes that she knew when she helped Kyrie. What disturbed her the most was that there were recipes that came forward that she knew weren’t from her time helping out back in Fortuna.

“Alright then now that we’re here, let’s look and tell me anything that comes to mind. I’m sure that with your expertise we would be able to whip up an extraordinary meal,” Nathan said.

Nero wanted to tell him to piss off and opened her mouth to speak, but instead of a curse, a hungry growl came from her stomach that made her blush. It killed whatever anger that she had as he chuckled. She shimmied in her place, as if the growl from gut had been a water that had been placed over the burning rage that had been her anger and aggression.

“Perhaps something quick then. A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn’t starve yourself after all,” Nathan chuckled.

Nero blushed brighter at being called beautiful again, even if she would rather not be called that. It was so strange and infuriating that she could feel anything flattering for this jackass considering all that he was doing to her.

“Do you have anything in mind that wouldn’t take too long?” Nathan asked with the same carefree attitude.

Nero didn’t say anything as a recipe came to mind that wouldn't take too long. Just ten minutes after everything was prepared and ready. A good healthy dish that had sausage, kale, and potatoes as the main ingredients. It sounded good to her, so long as her portion had a little more sausage and potatoes then green’s. They could cut up some fruit and have a delicious fruit salad to go with it.

“Yes,” Nero said after a moment, and then frowned, as she told him what it was.

“Alright then, I’ll go look for the spices that you said, while you go and get the rest of the stuff that you need for it, and set the table,” Nathan said.

Nero quickly looked through the fridge and the pantry, her mind focusing on what she needed to cook and trying to recall more of the recipes that were in her mind. She had never been the best cook, and only knew enough to make simple meals. Now knowledge of meals she had no idea how to make until now came easily to her, as if she had years of experience. She forced herself to think of something else. She didn’t trust her own mind and where it might lead if she kept focusing on the new knowledge that she had now.

The silver-haired woman snuck a look at him and her face darkened as she looked over his frame. She turned away and tried to calm down her darkening face as her lower body warmed a little. She breathed slowly in and out and quickly managed to calm her body down. The young woman wondered why did he all of a sudden look so good and get her all flustered like he had.

“I got everything that we need in terms of spices? How about you?” Nathan asked.

“I...just about,” Nero said and quickly grabbed the last thing that she needed.

They put all of the ingredients that they needed to make their meal and then the young woman started making the dish. Her body moving on instinct as it usually did when she was fighting some demon and firing her gun. It was both soothing and frightening how easily it came to her, as if she was a puppet watching someone else use her body to make it happen. She wanted to stop right now, but she couldn’t bring herself to with how relaxing it was. It vaguely reminded her of when she was maintaining her gear and making sure everything was

He placed a large enough skillet for heer to work with and she set it to the appropriate temperature. She readied the pan and all the spices, focusing on the task before her. Occasionally she would sneak a look at him and her face would burn again along with the rest of her body, and she would quickly focus on the task in front of her.

“Is something wrong?” Nathan asked. “You look rather flustered?”

“Nothing,” Nero squeaked, hating how high and embarrassed her voice sounded, making him chuckle.

“If you are sure, but if something is bothering you let me know and I’ll do whatever I can to ease your problems.”

‘You’re bothering me you jackass, ever since you turned me into a girl!’ Nero thought bitterly as she focused on getting the rest of the meal ready.

Soon all that was left to do was finish cooking the main skillet. She placed it on the burner and cut the fresh fruit as she cut them, Nathan helping her as well. The young woman stared at the fruit that she had cut into small squares, the cantaloupe looking the most appetizing of the bunch along with the strawberries and the grapes. She could already imagine the bust of flavor with how ripe and delicious the food looked.

When the bowl was finished, the young woman stared at the cooking food, the sizzling of the dish filling her ears, wanting to make sure she didn’t burn it. She licked her lips, eager for when it would be ready. She had never tried it before, but seeing it now in front of her. The room got hotter to the young woman and shimmied in place. It might be a little boring focusing on it so much, but it was better then looking at him right now.

Nero’s face darkened as a sudden warmth came over her chest and her nipples harden. She glanced down and gulped when she saw her nipples poking through her shirt. She shivered as if cold ice had been poured down the back of her shirt and quickly realized what was about to happen. She whimpered as she watched her erect nipples grow larger in size, until they were as large as eraser heads. Moments after they finished growing larger, her chest started to push out as her chest softened. Shocks of pleasure went down her spine that made her breathing grow more ragged as the pleasure she felt grew with them.

“Just relax my dear and enjoy yourself,” Nathan encouraged gently, as if he knew what was going on.

Nero turned growled at him, but any intimidation was ruined by the pleased embarrassed blush on her face. She had to stop herself from letting out a pleased erotic moan as her legs shivered. She looked down and bit her lip when she saw her developing boobs had become hearty handfuls that would perfectly fit in his hands. They continued to swell larger with no end of their growth in sight. A sensual moan escaped her lips as her bust’s growth started to slow down, the cups of the bra perfectly cupping her developing melons. Her breasts finally stopped when they were an immense F-cup that looked like someone had stuffed melons down her shirt.

Nero could only stare at her large new chest in horror. It would have been arousing if it was on another woman, but on her it  filled her dread as if they were signs of the end of days. The worst part about them was that she didn’t particularly mind them. In fact she wished they were just a little bigger so that Nathan would have a little more to admire and could use for her benefit. The weight on her back from them wasn’t a bother to her, as if she always had jugs the size of watermelons hanging off of her body.

The silver haired woman shook her head and tried to shove those desires away into the corner of her mind. She couldn't believe she had thought those evil thoughts again.

“Lovely,” Nathan sighed in content. “Just lovely. If you want you could shake them more intensely. I would love the show.”

The young burned brightly and couldn’t bring herself to cover her chest like she desperately wanted to, but another part of her didn’t. A perverted lustful part of her wanted to do what he said. The other part of her wanted to see what it was, especially with how the cups of her bra supported heer chest and contained her bust. With how huge her breasts were now and filled the cups it was almost like someone was gently cupping them. She wondered what it would feel like to shake them intensely or even better for him to hold them and squeeze them.

Romantic thoughts filled her mind of the two of them against each other. Him holding her gently, his hands roaming her curves. Her body warmed at the thought and the idea of pulling him close right now was more welcoming by the second.

The woman gasped and shook her head, turning away from him, and her breasts taking a moment longer than the rest of her body to stop. She couldn’t believe that she was having such thoughts about this guy. There was no way that she was interested in him romantically. She wasn't into guys. No matter how handsome or tall they were. She loved Kyrie, she liked women. Kyrie was so cute and was easy to talk to so much that it made her the perfect gal pal to hang with, even if she couldn’t make her spark like Nathan.

“The food smells delicious,” Nathan commented, bringing the new woman out of her aroused horror. “I think it looks done, but what about you? Do you think that it is finished too?”

Nero stepped forward, breathing heavily and focusing on the food that was on the counter. The potatoes looked crip and golden, the sausage looked perfectly cooked. Even before she had gained all this cooking knowledge she would have been able to say confidently if it was or not.

“Its finished,” Nero said

“Alright then let’s bring it over to the table and dig in,” Nathan said as he picked up the skillet. “Feel free to just sit down at the table and relax Nat, I’ll make our plates. It's the least I can do after all the hard work.”

Nero went over to the table, growling as she did at the gentle command and taunt, her body moving against her will. She pulled out of her seat and sat down, frowning heavily the entire time, her hands balled into fists.

The silver-haired gal looked at the utensils on the table and stared at the fork and knife. It wouldn’t have been hard if she had the usual freedom. She couldn't have used the knife or the fork and it would have been enough. She didn’t know if that demon Reynard was nearby keeping watch, but it would be worth the gamble.

Nathan walked over and shoveled some of the food on the skillet on to her plate, the new woman doing her best to focus on the food rather then him. She could smell the cologne that he wore enter her nose along with the food. The young woman tried to keep her mind focused on the delicious meal, but the smell coming from him overpowered it. She smelled good to him. She looked at his large masculine hands and wondered again what it would be like for them to run up and down her body. For them to cup her breasts and squeeze them. She shimmied a little in her seat and put one leg over the other in a feeble attempt to suppress the burning desire.

“There we go,” Nathan laughed. He poured some food onto his own plate and when he was finished he put it in between them in case either of them wanted more.

Nero hesitantly grabbed her fork and started to take bits of her meal. She knew that it wasn’t poisoned since she made it, but couldn’t help but be hesitant. The delicious taste of the meat and the potatoes exploded into her mouth and helped soothe her hungry stomach. She watched him stab his own meal and then chew it. He was slow, methodical, as if he was a restaurant reviewer trying to figure it out, or enjoy every last taste of it before he inevitably swallowed.

The moment Nathan finally did, he let out a content sigh and smiled happily.  He said, “This is wonderful Nat!”

Nero glared at him but struggled not to smile as a feeling of jubilation went through her. His praise made her feel warm and fluffy, as if she was receiving praise from a loved one. She reminded herself that he was changing her into a woman, that he was messing with her, but the words meant less to her every time. It was getting harder for her to remember her original name every passing second. She kept going back and forth between her original name and the one she gave him.

They ate their meal and all throughout it, Nathan would compliment her, calling her by the name he gave her. He would talk about the life they would have with a charming smile that would have enraptured the coldest of women. It made her want to wipe that stupid sexy smile off his face, especially with how it was turning her on. The thought of pulling him into a long passionate kiss entered her mind and she quickly shut it down. Much to her dismay it quickly returned and continued to enter her mind, along with more intimate situations. Thoughts of them making out, eagerly pawing at each other’s body, their tongues fighting with each other, leading to them having the time of their lives. By the time they finished eating she felt an intense burning between her legs and her toes kept curling of their own accord.

“I’ll get those,” Nero said quickly and stood up. She grabbed the empty plates and went over to the sink and started to rinse them. She paid rapt attention to the work in front of her anything to get her mind off the erotic thoughts that seemed more appealing by the second. She focused on the dishes, cleaning them as best she could as she unknowingly rocked her hips. She hummed one of her favorite songs and could feel her body start calming down as the water went down her hands. When she was finished rinsing one plate, she placed it in the dishwasher and continued with the next one.

“Tell me what do you like about a woman?” Nathan asked, making the new woman freeze.

“Excuse me?” Nero said hesitantly, dreading where this was going as she put the last utensil in the washer. Considering what happened to her ever since she arrived, it couldn’t be good for her.

“I asked you what you like about a woman, or to be more precise what immediately catches your eyes when you look at them. I’m sure there’s something about them that you immediately notice or did, whatever the case may be now. It could be their face and how pretty they are, their figure, or even a specific part of their figure. I like women who have large breasts as well, but I am very much an ass man. That’s why yoga is one of my favorite things to watch. The way the women move and stretch, it really shows off how flexible they are and their figure. Not to mention the pants, oh the way it sticks to their lower body and shows off the wonderful curve of their behind is simply amazing.”

Natasha, no Nero she corrected herself, suddenly felt very self-conscious about her figure. She knew she had a nice slender waist, a large set of breasts that had an enjoyable bounce, and a good set of hips, but she was currently lacking in the posterior department. It hurt to know, despite how much she argued otherwise, that she lacked the one thing he enjoyed most. Her face scrunched and she shook her head, a light growl escaping her throat.

She couldn’t believe she wanted him to like anything about her. She balled her hands into a fist and thought about everything that he had done to her. She still wasn't quite sure yet how she would break out of this, but when she did oh she would make him pay for this and all the embarrassment that she felt. Then afterwards she would make him change her back to normal.

“You seemed stressed dear, how about some exercise? It is really a good way to deal with your stress and get your mind off things. It breaks down the stress producing hormone in your brain,” Nathan said.

“That…that sounds good,” Nero got out, the words escaping her mouth. Oh, she didn’t mind the idea of exercise, but what she was thinking was no doubt vastly different then what he had in mind. She was thinking some boxing or wrestling would have been better with Nathan as the dummy. The thought of the positions she could put him in as he made him squeal like a pig made her smile.

“Does yoga sound good for you?” Nathan asked, immediately making her smile turn into a heavy frown.

“That…is a…perfect idea,” Nero ground out.  The idea was growing with appeal the more she thought about it to her dismay. She tried to keep her mind on the images that she had before but they were getting further away from her.

She had never done a day of yoga in her life and had no interest in it. She had always been a fit, hardly ever sick, in fact she couldn't recall a time that she had. The only sports that she had any interest in watching aside from learning how to fight with her sword was wrestling. Her blush turned into an atomic red the moment that thought crossed her mind. The kind of wrestling that came to her didn’t happen in the middle of the ring, but rather in the bedroom. It certainly didn’t help as her lustful mind conjured up images of what he could do to her as she did it, and positisions she could put him in return.

“I’ll help you set up,” Nathan said.

“Thanks,” Nero smiled happily, only to instantly frown and growl as the two left the room.

The two went into the living room and over by the TV the silver-haired young woman could see that there was a large blue foam mat rolled up. Nathan took the lead and grabbed it and moved out over by the coffee table in front of the large black leather couch. He undid the straps keeping it in place and let it unfurl, he placed it gently in front the TV screen and adjusted it.

The young woman watched him work and get everything ready for her. Her face burned and she licked her lips as she watched him work. The dress pants did nothing to veil the athletic figure that he had and hugged his lower body just right. God thank you for giving her a man with a fit body with a wonderful ass.

The silver-haired woman gagged at what she just thought. She slapped her cheek and pinched herself. She couldn't believe that she wanted that asshole. He was the one who was fucking with her and changing her, messing with her mind and making her some lovesick housewife. She wasn’t into men that way. She had never been before this. The young woman breathed in and out, trying to resist the new lustful thoughts and emotions that she had.

“Now don't hurt yourself my dear,” Nathan chided gently.

Shame swelled within the new woman at what she had done and a frown immediately followed. She looked away as if she had done something she shouldn’t have.

“I'm sorry,” the young Devil Hunter replied.

“Don’t worry, I just don’t want you to go through any pain,” Nathan said. “I want our lives together to be as happy as possible and I promise I’ll make sure that it is.”

A smile bloomed on her face at how sweet he was. He was so kind and gentle. Her heart fluttered at the clear attentive care that he had for her. It made her want to show him just how much she cared for him. She would make sure that she helped make his life just as happy and perfect as possible. She didn't know why she felt the need to do that, the reason escaping her the more she tried to think about it. Whatever it was, it was probably just an overreaction on her part. Especially since she couldn't recall why she was so frustrated and angry a moment ago. In fact she already had a good couple of ideas that the two of them could certainly enjoy together.

The young woman gasped as she realized where her thinking was going and shook her head. The anger bubbled to the forefront of her mind and she focused on it. It all came forward why she was so frustrated and why she smacked herself. It was like a beacon in her mind to hermoriginal thoughts and personality.

“Stop fucking with my head!” Nero snapped and stepped further back.

He didn't say anything as he stepped forward and she gulped as more of his scent filled her nose. He learned forward so his face was right next to her ear. All the fight that she had in her was gone with how close he was, she could feel a beat of sweat trail down her burning face. A familiar urge to just kiss him rushing forward and figure out for herself what he tasted like. To see how hard his muscles were and learn as much  as she could about his body.

“All set for you my love,” Nathan said and kissed her cheek, making her blush burn brighter.

“Thank you,” Nero said instinctively as she moved onto the middle of the mat. She breathed in and out as she stood there, trying to move, but couldn’t, as if she was being controlled like a puppet. She was able to move her fingers, wiggle her toes, and turn her head, but anything else was impossible. Because of the glass, she could see him sitting on the couch behind her, lounging as if he was about to watch his favorite show. He picked up the tv remote and pressed a button. The TV turned on and opened to the channel of a woman who looked to be in her early thirties wearing yoga clothes and standing on a mat.

She didn't need to do what he said. She was sure that she would be able to resist as long as she focused on what she needed to and resist his orders. She might. able to resist as much as she was like, but as long as she remembered who she originally was, then that meant that she had a fighting chance.

“Hello everyone I hope that you are all doing well and that you are all ready for your morning workout,” the woman said with a smile that should have been inviting, but looked like that of a monster to the former man.

The young woman braced herself to resist the exercises and focus on her original self and thoughts. It was going to take everything that she had in more, and she intended to win. There was no way that she was going to let this fucker get any more of his jollies from seeing her unable to win. No matter how much he would love to see her booty bounce and get his attention.

“Alright my friends today we’re going to start standing in the middle of the mat. Bring your feet as wide as the mat two parallel lines here.”

“What the hell!” Nero cried as her body moved of its own accord as it followed the instructions the woman on the tv said.

“Now put your hands on your knees and just bend your knees here and just bring your right shoulder in towards the center line and then loop your left shoulder round and back. If your doing it right then this will open up the left side of your body,” the woman on the screen said. “It might feel good to straighten out the left leg or you could keep the soft bend there. Now hold it for a few seconds and inhale in then switch to the other side.”

Nero growled as she copied the woman on the screen, bending her butt and pushing it out, almost as if she was going to sit down. She could feel her hubby eyeing up her rear end as she did and wanted nothing more than to slug him for being such a pervert. The young woman tried to force herself to move out of the pose that she was in. She curled her toes in indignation and would have stomped her leg if she could.

“Now slowly roll all the way up. You're going to inhale in, smile and as you do raise your arms up as you do. Then exhale, soft bend in your knees as you fold all the way down,” the woman said as she curled in on herself. “And then inhale and reach for the sky and we’re going to repeat going up and down like this multiple times.”

Nero again unwillingly followed the instructions on the screen. She blushed when her gigantic boobs collided with her lower body as waves of pleasure went through her. A whistle went through the room that she knew came from Nathan. When she rose up, the young woman felt slightly more relaxed then she did mere moments ago. The small buds of pleasure that erupted form her body grew the more she did it, feeling more energized, and yet relaxed as she did.

“Let’s come into a tabletop pose on hands and knees. Spread your fingertips wide, middle index fingers pointing to the top of the mat. Knees underneath your hips and we’ll do a few rounds of what is known as the cat and cow pose. As you inhale, drop your belly and curl your tailbone up, lift the gaze. Exhale around your spine, chin to chest. We’ll do this several times, inhale…and exhale.”

Nero growled in frustration as her body followed the woman’s instructions and gasped as the same warmth that centered on her chest encompassed her butt. She looked over her shoulder as best she could and groaned as her butt started to inflate as if they were balloons being filled with helium. The progress was slow, but it was certainly visible and filled her with terror. She was painfully aware of the change with how the pants were tightening and rubbing against hernlower body, making her whimper in terrified delighted arousal.

As her yoga pants stretched out she fought the grin that wanted to appear. She was going to get what she wanted. There was no doubt in her mind she was going to have a large wonderful butt that her darling would love to stare at and grope. The yoga pants would only make him hornier. She was already getting more aroused by how the pants were stretching and if it wasn't or the need to perform she might have started pressing against her new organs.

Natasha knew that when her butt finished growing, her figure would be perfect. She would have the perfect body to entice him with. A perfect dream that they all wish that they had. If she became a model then she was sure that she would be on the cover and quickly demanded and become that of a top-tier model. It would be something that everyone would want for one reason or another, some for their sexual fantasies, others to have a body similar for their own reasons. She didn’t mind that, she understood her appeal. Especially in the bedroom with her hubby.

She could already imagine what it would be like in the bedroom. His hands roaming her body, gently grasping and gliding over her flesh, her imagination reinforced by the fabric stretching and rubbing against her body. Oh she was tempted to just call him over right now and let him play with her as she exercises to his heart’s content. It would surely be another good step in her exercise.

The demon hunter gulped as her mind came back to its senses. She gagged at the thoughts and images that appeared in her mind. The thought of the two of them doing anything together, especially in the bedroom plagued her mind and made want to make them a reality. Despite how much she was nauseated by them, and focused on her original life, she wanted him. She wanted him bad.

“Now rest down on the mat and catch your breath before we move onto the next exercise,”

Nero groaned as she felt far more cushion from her backside then she should have, and knew it wasn’t just the mat, wondering how long she had been doing this. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she wasn’t sure how many exercises that she had done. The former hunter wiggled in her seat and groaned as the amount of comfort she felt grew with her buttocks. Her face burned from the growing pleasure she felt from doing so and quickly stopped herself. She bit her lip, wondering how much larger it was going to get before her booty finally stopped growing.

“Now we’ll go into the downward dog,” the woman said.

Nero stood up and sighed in relief as she got back up, only to moan as she bent over. Her face darkened as she could see the handsome man smiling at her and licked his lips lustfully. She whimpered as the image of him standing up and making his way toward her to take her from behind appeared. Her body warmed at the thought, and her breathing grew slightly more erratic. Her hips started to gyrate, almost as if they were inviting him to do so. The fabric gently scratched her skin and making her body warm further. The silver haired woman gulped as she tried to calm down and stopped moving her hips, her butt taking a moment longer to stop. Despite that it did nothing to stop the warmth between her legs and the ones coming from her chest and butt.

The former Devil Hunter sighed in a mix of relief and disappointment when her butt’s growth finally stopped. She breathed heavily in and out, trying to calm her breathing. Her body burned as if she had gone through a several hour long training session with no brakes in between rather than a yoga session. Though it did nothing to sooth her worried mind. The slightest bit of movement made it so she could feel the ripple behind her as, making it easy for her to imagine how large her ass was without even seeing it properly. The rippling made her nervous about seeing her now bodacious arse, but the curiosity and need to confirm was too great to resist and knew the moment she could look she would do so.

“And with that we have finished our exercise routine for the day,” the woman said, only for the tv to suddenly be turned before she could say anything else.

The moment the TV turned off; Natasha felt as if she could move freely again. She moved her arms and looked around the room testing her freedom. Her quick movements filled her with glee that she had control again but filled her with terror at the new jiggling sensation. She stopped herself in place, her breasts and butt taking a moment longer before they settled. She forced herself not to look down, since she would get a perfect eyeful of her abundant cleavage. Her mind burned as the need to see what her backside looked like flashed in her mind. Against her better judgement, she looked and gaped at the size of her new derrière.

“Oh my god,” Natasha remarked as she stared at her shelf buttocks and how massive it looked. Her butt stood out like a large blimp behind her. It was easily the largest butt she had ever seen in her life. She bounced it up and down and flushed at how much it moved. The pants rubbed her engorged behind as if someone was softly caressing it. It made her want to keep shaking her butt and please herself. Her hands ached and the need for something to fill them, to hold something flashed in her mind. She gulped as she had to force herself from grasping her warm posterior and squeezing them.

“Yeah shake it love!” Nathan said, as he stood up, making the new woman blush. He walked over to her and looked her over with lust and adoration in his eyes. He pulled her into his loving embrace, and Natasha’s hands instinctively wrapped around his waist.  “You look perfect Natasha, absolutely perfect.”

“That’s not my name. My name is...Natasha,” the silver haired woman gasped as what she called herself sounded right to her. She vaguely recalled her original name began with an N as well, but that was it. It got harder to think of a boy’s name as the certainty of her new identity grew. The more she thought over her name it kept coming back to Natasha and the sense of right just grew. She desperately tried to recall her original name but couldn’t think of any other name except Natasha as her true name.

“Indeed, it is.”

Before Natasha could react she was pulled against his body, her breasts mushed against his chest. Pleasure coursed through her body as her face darkened again. Her hands unconsciously caressed his body through his shirt, admiring the strong firm muscles he had. She licked her lips. God she couldn't even see them and could already tell that they were perfect. It fueled her fantasies further. He could have been a thin guy and she would still love him as much as she did though. Not that she was going to look the gift of his perfect hunky body in the mouth, she liked feeling the hard muscles that he had underneath it. It perfectly complimented her curvaceous form.

She froze and her mind stalled as he leaned over and kissed her on the lips, her eyes widening in shock. His tongue easily slipped inside of her mouth and their tongues wrestled with each other’s.

Natasha squealed as his hands caressed her supple behind, making her shiver in delight. She pushed her butt against his hand, inviting him to grab more of her thicc behind and he gladly did so. Her hands roamed his back and pulled him as close she could, pushing crotch against her own.

When the two broke apart for air, Nathan looked so happy, and Natasha looked the same. After a moment her smile turned into a look of horror. She turned her face away trying to hide her blushing face.

“Oh my god,” Natasha said, wide-eyed at what she had just done. She couldn’t believe she just kissed him back. She shook her head and thought of her past to try and fight the changes. She grew up in the city of Fortuna as an orphan. Eventually she was adopted by a couple that couldn’t have children and was taken in. They had treated her as if she truly was their own daughter and made sure that she would have everything she needed to succeed in the world. Even letting her learn how to fight with a sword, and use a gun simply because he wanted to learn and if she needed to do so.

She worked hard in school and managed to pass as the valedictorian of her class and earn many scholarships for her college of choice. It was a fun time, getting to hang out and being out of her home. She made sure to head back and see her parents every week and have dinner or spend time with them. Especially since they worked as very profitable Devil Hunters. It was a blessed, good simple time that she really got to know more about herself.

During her time there she had learned about demons and decided to fight them off. There was only so much that she could do, but she still took jobs to deal with them. She might not have needed the money, but she enjoyed helping the people and making the world a little safer for everyone. Besides, it was  pretty fun to beat something that thought it was so much better then her.

As she was studying at college, she suddenly ran into the love of her life Nathan Wilson. His eyes landed on her and it was as if the whole world froze for them. Everyone else vanished as they walked closer and introduced themselves to each other. It was just like one of those fairy tale stories where two people fall in love at first sight. Right then and there he knew that she was in love and needed to get to know him better. Their relationship just continued from there and she fell even harder for him.

“Ahhh!” Natasha growled. No, that wasn’t right! She never went to college; she had joined a group called the order of…something. She tried to think of the love of her life, the one helped her through so much. The one who made her days so much brighter and pushed her to be better. The one who she knew would always stand beside her no matter what happened to her and loved her unconditionally.

Her Nathan.

There was an important woman in her life she was sure. Someone who had been by her side for as long as she could remember. A part of her wanted to say it was her adopted mother who helped every stop of the way, but that didn’t sound right. She unwittingly lowered her head against his chest blushing at the contact. She could hear his heart pounded against at a steady accelerated rate. It was almost like a joyous melody that she was listening to, only aided by the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest. It made it easy for her to think about what it would be like sleeping against it.

“Why don’t we go up to the bedroom?” Nathan asked as he gently took her hand and led her out of the room. “I’m sure that I could help you unwind and relax in there.”

Natasha couldn’t answer and gulped as her mind was filled with a bunch of perverted images of what the two of them would do together.

She licked her lips in eager anticipation, already imagining what he would be doing to her in there and the various position they could do with their own fantasies, especially with where his hands were resting. She knew that he was changing her into his wife but his strong hand felt perfect in hers.

As they walked, Natasha was painfully aware of how her butt bounced and swayed with every step she took. It wasn’t just that, but also how the fabric of her clothing rubbed and scrunched against her upper body. The way the clothes made her body feel as if it was on fire made her think someone was teasing her. She tried to shove them aside and focus on her old life, but her new warping mind kept replacing her worries with something else. She didn't want to lose focus on her original life for a second out of fear that it would be the last time she would ever have those thoughts again.

When they arrived, he gently guided her onto the foot of the bed. Natasha sat there as she desperately tried to fight the budding emotions that welled to the surface, the lusty smirk that wanted to appear. She watched his finger unbutton his shirt, her eyes going over his exposed chest. She slowly crawled further back, the lust and jubilation she felt growing as more of his chest was exposed. When he finished with the last button, he tossed it aside, exposing his muscular chest and abs.

Natasha’s breathing picked up as she backed away, licking her lips and gulped, her mouth watering the longer she stared. She stopped when her head touched the headboard, her hands grasping the comforter on the bed. Her eyes were locked on his exposed hard muscles and her already warm body grew hotter. Her thighs rubbed against each other of their own accord, making her hotter. A need formed in her stomach the more she stared at him, wanting to rub her hands over his muscles. She wanted to see if they were just as hard as she thought,

The new woman flinched as he got onto the bed and crawled closer to her. He was slow in his movements, almost as if he was trying not to startle her. Her eyes were locked on his rippling muscles, fueling her desires and making her want to move closer. Her crotch warmed further, as thoughts of having his masculinity inside her appeared. It took all her remaining will to fight her desires, and more than she thought she had to remain where she was. Nathan stopped when his face was mere inches from her, and again his scent filled her nose. Her body relaxed the more she breathed in his aroma the more comfortable she became.

The young woman gulped as she turned onto her side to hide her aroused blush from him. Again she brought her thick thighs as close as she could and rubbed them together.

His hand gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her body to face him. She closed her eyes, but could easily see his smiling face looking at her with the same loving affection that he always had.

“Please look at me my beloved,” Nathan asked.

Nero knew that she shouldn’t look at him. If she did then that might be the end of her fighting. It was already so hard, she felt as if she was on a cloud going through paradise. It was getting harder to recall everything. She only now had a faint idea of what what was true and what was influenced and planted by him.

Despite her best efforts she obeyed his wishes and looked at him. Her heart melted at the sight of his smiling face. All the worries she had before about him vanished. The fear, anger, and anxiety that she had mere moments ago was completely gone and replaced with a happiness and lust that made her feel as if she was feeling the gifts of heaven itself.  She couldn't even remember why she felt the way she had at all. She was sure that she had gotten some news or something that upset her, but it was so far away. Whatever the case was, she knew what she wanted now, and she was going to get it.

Natasha launched forward and kissed him on the lips, surprising him. She took advantage of his surprise and attacked his tongue with her own. This time she came out the victor in their make out sessions. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing her ample bust against his body. Nathan slipped his hands underneath her shirt and groped her ample breasts. The silver haired woman moaned and placed her aching crotch against his hard tool. She never felt happier, more content then ever before. The way it was pressing against her body only fueled the fantasies amd desires that she had even further.

They broke apart, and Natasha grinned as she moved her arms so her lover could take her shirt off. Nathan did as he was bid and took her top off, exposing her straining bra. He leaned over and gently kissed the top of her exposed breasts, earning a delighted giggle from the woman. He massaged her buttocks as he slowly pulled her pants off her, intently watching how her buttocks moved.

When her pants were fully off, he tossed them to the side, as the new woman turned herself over. She pushed her butt up in the air and shook her butt, inviting him to do what he pleased. Her body trembled in joy and arousal, desperately wanting to take things to the next step.

Nathan chuckled as he grabbed her ass and played with it, slowly squeezing it and massaging with all the love and passion that he had. He spanked her ass and she cooed, the lustful moans sounding like a perfect melody that the heavens himself had given them. Her breasts had been just as pleasing when they had been smushed against his chest and fondled them through her top. Truly his wife was perfect in every manner, like a goddess who had came down to this world from on high.

“C’mon honey, put it in me,” Natasha begged, continuing to bounce her ass in his hands. Her bottom tingled as if it was aching for his hand to on her voluptuous rear and grope them. Her breasts were the same manner, her nipples already demanding the attention of her lover.

“No not yet, I took off my pants so it's only right that you take mine off,” Nathan said, as he continued to play with her buttocks.

“Oh fine,” Natasha said. She had wanted to get right to feeling his member inside of her, pumping her and loading her up.

She moved around so her face was facing his and smiled seductively. He put his forehead against hers making her giggle happily. He then brushed her hair to the side and kissed her gently on the forehead. In return she kissed him gently on the lips, savoring the way their tongues fought each other for dominance.

When they broke apart she continued to place gentle kisses on his body as she went down. The young woman kissed his pecs as her fingers traced his body. She kissed his hard abs and rubbed her face against them as her hands trailed his waist, already imagining the erection that was no doubt there. She grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled it down with ease, his proud wood almost smacking her in the face.

“Oh,” Natasha squealed at the sight of it. She blushed profusely at the sight of his hard wood and licked her lips. Her blush grew as her lust reached plateaus that she hadn’t thought off. Her fingers and toes curled, eager to make the lewd thoughts in her mind become reality.

“Thank you my dear,” Nathan said. “Now then with how hungrily your eyeing it up I have to ask. Would you prefer to have it inside of you or taste it?”

“Ohh,” the young woman groaned and bit her lip.

Sucking him off sounded so good, especially with how large and proud it was. She could easily imagine how good it would be when he finally released. The way that it would fill his mouth, the taste of his essence. She had no doubt that it would be so good, but having it fill her up was just as tempting, especially with how riled up her body was already. Either way, she knew that they would be doing both of those tonight.

“Take your time,” Nathan said gently as he kissed her collarbone and ran his hands over her body, gently massaging her rear and her thigh.

The young woman moaned, loving every second of their romantic venture. Her mind was all over the place, and she couldn’t decide what she wanted more. She had him and the way he was working her body only clouded her mind further. Another lustful moan left her as her breasts were being massaged by his fingers. Her body sparked and felt so alive right now, she grinded and wiggled her body as best she could, loving every moment of this. The more she did, the more she knew what she wanted. What she needed.

“I need you inside me,” Natasha moaned airly.

“If that is your wish then I’ll make it happen,” Nathan said. He gently moved her around so that her back was to him. He started groping one of her large breasts with one hand as the other continued to play with her bodacious buttocks.

“Oh Nathan,” Natasha panted heavily, her eagerness growing to the point that if he didn't put it in soon, she would make it happen herself. And she was sure that he wouldn’t mind at all. To her glee, she didn't have to wait long for him to answer her wishes.

For the rest of the night, the two lovers continued to make love to each other. For hours they explored and played with each others bodies. The one thing on both of the young lover’s minds was that it would no doubt happen again in the near future.

Epilogue

Natasha hummed a merry tune as she chopped a series of vegetables for a dish she was making. It wouldn’t be long now before her husband came home, and she would make sure that he had a nice dinner lovingly prepared for him. The young woman was over the moon with a recent discovery and knew her husband would be just as happy when he found out. Thats why she was going all out tonight and making their favorites. Tonight was going to be a perfect celebration night.

She loved the open space the she had here and was glad her and her husband had it. It was the perfect place to live as far as she was concerned. She didn’t have to worry about any nosy paparazzi and the enchantments around the place made sure that it was protected from any demonic forces. There was so much she could do here.

Something soft and fluffy gently nuzzled against her leg and she smiled, already knowing who it was. She looked down and her smile grew when she saw that it was the family guardian, Reynard. He was looking up at her almost expectantly.

“Oh who's a cute little guy,” Natasha cooed as she scratched the top of its head.

The fox demon preened under her touch and licked her face, eliciting a happy giggle. She scratched the back of its ears and watched as its tails wagged behind it. It only made her want to cuddle with him more. He made the perfect pillow and blanket.

“You want a snack?” Natasha asked, getting a nod from it.

The young woman laughed and took a small portion of the food that she had just cut and placed it in her hand. She held her hand out, and the demon ate the food out of the palm of her hand as she continued to pet it.

“Think you can keep a secret for me?”

The demon titled its head cutely and she squealed as she continued to pet it. No matter what the little guy did it was simply too cute.

With how cute and fluffy he was, he was the perfect company for around the house or when some demons needed killing. While she didn’t need to worry about anything related to money with her husband and what he did, it was good to stay in shape. Not only that, but she was making the world a better place by dealing with those monsters. Though she was going to have to put a stop to that soon, at least for a little while.

“You’re going to have one more person to watch over soon,” Natasha whispered, almost as if she was telling it some deep dark secret.

The demon fox yipped in glee and she laughed at how suddenly affectionate he became as he nuzzled against her like a happy pet. The young woman laughed as she scratched behind his ear. Times like this showed just how intelligent he was. He was acting like she felt right now.

Natasha placed her hand on her stomach, wondering what her baby would look like when they finally entered the world. For some reason she was sure that she would have her hair and eyes. It might just be her intuition and instinct, saying that but it was a lovely image.  No matter how they looked she knew that they would love every bit about them from the bottom of her heart.

Once her baby was here she could get back into her old groove, then she could go back out and start killing some monsters. As a mother she had to watch over her baby and make sure they would grow up healthy, strong, and safe. She couldn’t let any pesky demons or monsters live in this world making it worse for them, that’s why she was going to make sure they were going to be the best person they could ever be.