ANGEL X DEVIL: WHEN THE GEEK GET A HAREM

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Tittle: Angel x Devil: When the Geek get a Harem.

Disclaimer: I don't own Good Intention story and I also don't own Naruto or any characters that I use for this story. They belong to their own respective authors. Please support the official release.

Summary: Naruto Namikaze is just your average guy until he stumbles upon a satanic ritual with two bound and bloodied naked women. As he try to intervenes, the ritual blows up in his face, leaving him bound to them both: Sera and Firika, an angel and demon. Now, master of both, Naruto's life will never be the same again with them around trying take his pant off every chances.

Genres: AU, AR, Crossover, Romance, Harem, Ecchi, Yuri, Comedy, Supernatural, Angel, Demon.

Warning! This story contains sexual content, explicit sex & violence, strong language, open relationship & polyamory, blasphemy, sacrilege, heresy, paganism, sorcery, and portrayals of matters divine & demonic bearing little or no resemblance to established religious canon.

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Naruru:

Before I begin. This fic is a remake of Eliott Kay's book Good Intention with Naruto, Firika and Sera replacing the main characters. If you not familiar with Firika and Sera they are characters from a hentai anime called Nuki Doki! Tenshi to Akuma no Sakusei Battle. Although they are hentai characters this is not 100% hentai fic, more like typical harem-ecchi story. There are lot of sex scenes but it will not going to be written in full details.

Like my previous Naruto fic I will include multiple anime character in the story. Mostly from DxD, Gabdro, Tenjou Tenge, Oregairu, and other animes you may familiar with. Naruto also will have different mother here. Instead of Kushina, I will use a female version of Minato as Naruto's mother. But what about his father? Well, he's not important so we can just leave it.

Because I just rewriting Eliott Kay's story don't give me the full credit for this work, thank the original author and if you can, please support and buy his works. I doing this just for fun, if you find this work is enjoyable to read, that's great! I'll try to post new chapter every three days so don't worry about long update.

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"Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is"~ John Milton

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It was a cold Monday night in Chiba, one of the cities in Japan, home of many weird people.

Most people would spend their night in home with their families or friends but not for certain blond young man. He knew what he doing was a dumb stunt. A walk through a cemetery in the middle of night just to impress a couple of girls but Naruto longs to escape the crushing mediocrity of life after High School.

Spooky as it was, the full moon and the stillness of the night wasn't the scary part. It wasn't the cemetery just on the other side of the hedge, either. No, it was walking through the pools of direct light under the street lamps that freaked Naruto out the most.

By the second or third such spot, Naruto realized that maybe he shouldn't have dressed all in black to walk down the street in the middle of the night. After all, some cop might roll by and think, "Hey, I wonder if that dude in all black with the black backpack and black gloves is up to something shady?"

Once he got to the thin alley between the cemetery and the storage rental complex, though, he felt better. Naruto lingered in the darkness for a few deep breaths, reminding himself that no, really, people don't do crazy cult stuff in graveyards under the full moon. That was all just movie bullshit.

The climb up the vine-covered iron fence wasn't too hard. Naruto wasn't a serious athlete, but at least he was thin and in relatively decent shape. He was feeling good about the climb until it came to the three strings of barbed wire at the top that had been concealed by all the leaves.

Okay, he thought, no problem. I'm not impaled, just scratched. I can afford another sweatshirt. Just go slow, haul it up, over and okay not there, that's another barb, grab that overhanging branch, haul it up, ow ow ow my leg ow fuck!

It was awkward. Had any of his friends been there, they'd have made fun of him and called him a slowpoke, a klutz, a total pussy and a thousand other shitty things, but Naruto made it over. His landing was surely less noisy than a car crash.

Okay, that's just nerves, he thought. I'm doing fine. Just a rustle and a thump. No big deal. Alley cats are noisier. Nobody's here. I'm fine. I'm fine. Total ninja.

Then his phone went off.

"Shit!" he hissed, and clutched at his back pocket.

The sounds of his ring tone reminded him that yes, he was in fact a complete idiot for forgetting to put the phone on vibrate before he went sneaking into a graveyard. He silenced it, then looked at the display while trying to cover up the light from the screen with one hand. It was Issei, who would probably keep calling until he got an answer. Naruto cursed his friends for being young and stupid… mindfully including himself on both counts.

"What?" he hissed by way of greeting. At least the cemetery still seemed quiet despite the disturbance. No sirens, no floodlights or groundskeeper's flashlights, no ghosts or zombies. Yet.

"Yo bro, where you at?"

"Doing my photography homework."

"Way to spend your Monday nights."

"I need night shots," Naruto said tersely.

"I thought you only took that class 'cause it was full of hotties?"

"Yeah, well, the cute ones are all taking the class real seriously, so I guess I'd better, too. Issei, I can't talk right now, what do you want?"

"Just calling to say we're playing pool if you wanna come."

Naruto sighed and rolled his eyes. The lesson here was to come up with his good photo concepts before his friends decided on something fun to do.

"No," he said, "not tonight. I'm good, thanks."

"Okay. What're you doing, anyway?"

God! What part of "I can't talk" is so unintelligible?

"I'll show you later," Naruto said. "I gotta go. Later, dude."

He flipped the phone shut, made absolutely sure to put it on silent, and slipped it back into his pocket. A minute of stillness later, Naruto had his nerves good and settled. Nobody came out looking for him after all that noise.

Whatever night watchman the place had was doubtlessly not really watching. The Hearts' Desires cemetery was fairly large, with ground that gently rose and fell and a few bushes and low hedgerows here and there. It was creepy and still at this hour. The only lights shining within the grounds were a couple of external floodlights at the large chapel at the center of the cemetery and a few more at the closed-up main gate.

The city hadn't given up on summer yet. It was still early September, with the usual rain still days or weeks away and the leaves still on all the trees. Naruto kept low and moved slowly, still mindful of using whatever trees and bushes he could for concealment, just in case. His assignment was for night photography of still subjects. He could have picked a considerably easier site… but there were a couple of drop-dead hot Gothic girls in his photography class. They seemed to like creepy stuff, so he figured—naively, he had to admit—some shots of the cemetery at night would at least be conversation starters. The cemetery groundskeeper hadn't bought into it when Naruto called during the day to ask if he could do this with permission. The guy was uninterested in Naruto's assignment and probably hadn't even listened.

Naruto wasn't normally one for doing crazy things like this, but lately, that very factor seemed to chafe at him. He didn't take enough risks. He tended to play by the rules. Just boring, nice guy Naruto, never with anything crazy to share at parties. Even now, his hopes that this little stunt could turn his life around were not high. A single act of trespassing wouldn't change life forever. He was just out for a couple shots as icebreakers with Naruko and Satsuki, nothing more. Yeah, those are from Hearts' Desires cemetery. No, they don't allow you to get in there at night. But if you climb the fence and stumble around in the dark anyway, you can get this really cool shot of this statue here. And you can sneak up on the chapel and get a pic of the steeple with the moon overhead, and it feels totally creepy and there's this mist and stuff, and you almost feel like you can hear wailing…

Naruto stopped taking pictures and listened.

Was that really wailing? It sounded like a scream coming from the chapel.

A woman's scream, in fear or pain or both. Naruto stopped, listened and heard another one. It sounded like someone yelling "no." His imagination ran away with him for a moment, but he quickly stomped on it. For all he knew the groundskeeper was inside watching TV with the volume on full blast or something. Still, Naruto wanted to know what was up. He was more concerned than curious. If a woman really was screaming about something bad, the last thing he wanted to do was walk away because he was afraid of being yelled at or maybe hit with a fine for a little after-hours photography.

Slipping closer to the chapel—quickly now, as he was pretty sure whatever was going on inside would give him some cover—he thought he heard men chanting something unintelligible, muffled by windows blocked by curtains. A dim orange glow flickered behind the white fabric. Up near the walls and windows now, Naruto heard a sharp shriek of pain, probably a woman's, while another woman distinctly yelled, "You've got to stop this! You don't know what you're doing!"

"Shut her up!" bellowed a man's voice, breaking the chant only momentarily. There was a sharp crack, a grunt, and then the cries of agony from the first woman's voice resumed.

Naruto's did his best to stay calm as his heart raced. He suddenly felt out of breath. He still couldn't be sure this was really what it sounded like, but he was positive this wasn't someone's TV.

Naruto stayed low and alert as he moved around to the back door. It was locked, naturally, and the windows were shut. Crazy as it was, he thought about checking the front door. There were lights there, but this place was truly dead outside the chapel. The noise wasn't going to carry beyond the cemetery and the odds of someone looking right when he ran up were pretty slim.

The first woman's yelling stopped, leaving only the male chanting to be heard. It was quieter here, closer to the front of the building and away from the action. He heard the sharp "crack," though, which elicited a yelp of pain, followed by another, and then another. He had never heard the sound of anyone being whipped outside of TV, but that seemed to fit the bill. He decided to go for it.

Naruto slipped up onto the porch quickly, slowed down as he grabbed the doorknob… and found it unlocked. He had no more time to think now that he was exposed in the porch lights. Naruto pushed the door open all the way and then slipped inside. The foyer, thankfully, was empty and dark, lit mainly by the intense glow of candlelight from down hall ways on opposite sides of the room, both leading to a central chamber. It had comfortable chairs and random pictures on the walls and a shelf of books that probably nobody ever read.

From down the hall ways off to his right Naruto heard the sharp crack of the whip and the cries it forced from its victims, along with the chanting of those male voices. It sounded like there were only a couple of them. The air was thick and warm with a distinctly smoky, sulfur smell that overrode other stenches.

"Why are you doing this?" a woman asked in a desperate, almost sobbing voice.

"This is crazy! It's beyond evil! You're going to end up—argh!" Her inquiry ended in another scream.

"You don't know—!"

The whip cracked.

"Agh!—what you're—"

*Crack.*

"Gngh!—playing with, old fool!"

It was a different voice—feminine like the first, but lower and angrier.

"I know precisely what I am doing, whore daughter of Satan," said the deeper, clearly male voice. The others kept chanting. "How else did you get here? Why are you trapped? Why do you bleed?"

Naruto crept up to the hall way.

This is totally crazy, he thought, but he didn't want to go calling the cops on just what he was hearing.

What if this is…? Naruto scowled fearfully.

He didn't know what it could possibly be. He had to see. The memorial service chamber was cleared of furniture. Lit candles occupied virtually every possible space along the walls, which all together put out significant heat. Bizarre runes written in some powder decorated the floor. Circular shapes in the same powder sat here and there, all with the bloody bodies of dead dogs, cats and birds in the center. Naruto could even make out a human hand in the mess.

A smoldering pile of ashes occupied another large circular outline near the hall way. Two bloodied, mostly-naked women hung from the ceiling by chains attached to their wrists near the center of the room. They were spaced several feet apart, facing away from Naruto. Bloody pentagrams had been drawn on the floor around the feet of each. A trio of men lurked around them, one with a whip and one with a goblet and a bloody, wavy-looking dagger. Both women bled from nearly identical wounds on their backs: two deep vertical gashes parallel to the spine, below the shoulders.

The woman on the right was blond with green eyes. An odd scattering of long, white feathers lay around her bare feet. A few more of them stuck to the trails of fresh blood on her back. A white cloth of some sort hung around her waist, torn and sagging off of her hips. The one on the left had no feathers around her, but looked much worse for wear. She bore an additional deep, wide gash just above her rear, which was only barely covered by a black thong. Her long red haired head slumped forward, steadily dripping blood. Naruto couldn't see either woman's face. Both had shapely, young bodies, but at the moment Naruto wasn't thinking about their measurements.

Watching from the shadow of the hall way, Naruto got a good look at the three men. The apparent leader was a short, bespectacled elderly man dressed in a priest's cassock. The others were young man with ordinary street clothes. The first goon, wielding the whip, was a bald man. He grinned as he let loose another lash, looking more than a little excited. The other, with the goblet and dagger, had shoulder-length dark brown hair and thin black eyebrows, and wore rimless squared glasses. Scary as the scene was, none of them looked particularly imposing. Beyond the funky dagger and whip they weren't really armed with anything.

The whipping paused and the chanting picked up. It made the air tenser. Naruto watched as the priest took the goblet and held it between the two women, chanting something new, loudly and forcefully.

"No!" the blond woman shrieked. "You stupid idiot, don't do this!"

The other woman yelled nothing, but instead spit a bloody mess onto the priest's face. His eyes flared, and he faltered in his incantation, but began again and this time finished it. He held the goblet under the red haired woman's head, which he had to hold in place to prevent her from resisting. Naruto saw that blood was flowing from wounds just at her hairline. The priest then turned to catch blood running from the wounds at the blond woman's back.

"With this cup, I gather your essences," the priest said solemnly. "The purest of your good. The foulest of your evil. You will bend to my will, and you will serve me loyally and faithfully forever."

The other two men paused and looked at each other.

"Valper-sama, don't forget us too," the whip-wielder reminded.

"Shut up, Matsuda!" the priest growled. The men glanced at one another again.

"Just saying is all boss," muttered Matsuda, mostly to his feet. He busied himself coiling up the whip again.

"There's no turning back from this! No absolution!" yelled the blond woman. "You're damning your own souls!"

"You'll burn in Hell for this," hissed the other woman.

"That's a lovely way to talk to your new master, whore daughter of Satan. You can feel it happening, can't you? Your connection to your old master is already broken. We can fix that right now, though," the priest said, glancing between the two women. "I think I'll start with you first. Matsuda, Motohama spread her out on the altar."

He waited a moment, and then rolled his eyes as the other two men hesitated. He sighed.

"You'll have her when I'm done with her, of course, but it's necessary for the spell!"

"Ooohhh," the two men nodded. They quickly set to undoing her chains.

"Y-You're going to rape her?!" the blond woman gasped.

"Both of you, before I'm through," the priest grinned.

Oh, fuck that noise, Naruto thought from his hiding spot. He retreated back a bit, frantically trying to figure out what to do. Call the cops, definitely, but by the time they got here…

Naruto frowned. He couldn't waste time talking to them right now anyway. He quickly found a phone in the foyer, picked it up off the receiver, dialed 110 and then left it off the hook.

The cops would get there when they got there… hopefully in time to rescue my stupid ass, he frowned.

Dropping the backpack, Naruto fished around in his pockets and found the pepper spray he'd brought along just in case there really were freaks in the cemetery. It wasn't enough, though. He had heard that crazy people weren't always put down by pepper spray. What if he missed? What if the canister jammed? He looked into the side rooms. Like most funeral chapels, this one had extra small rooms for private conversations and grieving and such, but comfortable chairs and boxes of tissues weren't going to be of much use. The first room had nothing useful, but in the second was a fireplace, complete with a set of fireplace tools.

Naruto rushed in and grabbed the long, heavy iron poker. It would have to do.

This is fucking nuts, he thought. I'm going to get caught. I'm going to die. If I hadn't pulled this stupid stunt I wouldn't know this was even going on…

One of the women cried out in terrible pain.

Damn it. I'll never forgive myself if I don't do something.

At the far end of the room was an altar, desecrated not only by candles and what Naruto decided was random spooky cultist ritual junk but also by the bloodied, red haired woman. The chains were still on her arms, both of them wrapped around the back legs of the altar. Her legs were spread apart by the sheets or tablecloths tied from her ankles to the altar's front legs. The priest stood before her, removing his cassock. The others stood by while the chained blond woman shouted at the priest about how wrong all of this was.

"There's no turning back from this, you crazy freak!" she cried. "You'll be damned forever!"

"Motohama, hold the cup for a second. Matsuda, shut the bitch up," the priest grumbled.

The whip-wielder stepped behind the blond woman, yanking her hair back hard while the priest cast aside his cassock and undid his belt buckle. Naruto couldn't think of a better moment to ambush three guys than when their backs were turned and one had just dropped his pants.

"I'll see you burn," the woman on the altar snarled at the priest.

"Stop!" the blond woman screamed.

Under this distraction, Naruto quickly covered the few feet between his hiding spot and Matsuda with the fire-poker coiled up to strike from behind his shoulder. He brought it down across the back of Matsuda's head with all the torque he could muster. The curved head of the poker struck solidly across Matsuda's skull, sending him reeling to the floor. The blond woman's scream ended in sharp surprise as she looked up. Naruto pulled the spray canister from his pocket and kept going.

"The blood anoints your master! It protects from your lies and your curses! You feel the master's pleasure as your pleasure! You shall loyally and faithfully serve and protect the anointed one!"

The priest reached off to the side for the cup—but Motohama, looking backward at the curious sound, faltered.

"Valper-sama!" he yelled just before getting a face full of pepper spray.

Reflexively, Motohama lashed out with the only thing in his hand. The cup of blood splashed across Naruto's face and chest, bonking him on the cheek without really hurting him. Motohama went down on the floor screaming.

The fat priest turned but stumbled with his pants still around his ankles. He narrowly avoided the second blast of spray. It was close enough to make him choke, though.

The priest fell backwards, bumping into the altar and then hitting the ground. Naruto pressed on, kicking him hard in the dick and then stomping on his side. The pepper spray was spent.

Naruto dropped the canister, heaved back with the fire poker and swung it down on the priest's head. It was an awkward strike, getting more shoulder and neck than skull.

Naruto wiped some of the spilled blood from his eyes and wound up for another strike. That was when Matsuda came barreling into him from the side.

"I kill you motherfucker!" he growled, pushing Naruto's head down onto the altar and groping for his neck. Naruto groped too, fumbling around for a way to hurt the man. He finally found the thug's ball and grabbed as viciously as he could.

Matsuda roared in pain, giving Naruto the chance to shove him off. Naruto hit Matsuda again with the fire poker, this time squarely in the base of the skull, which sent the older man staggering to the ground.

"Gyaa! I can't see!" Motohama wailed, blindly crawling away from the action.

"Free me!" both women yelled.

"No, me first!" they both yelled again when they realized they had spoken simultaneously. "Not her, me!"

"Stop!" the fat priest groaned, trying to get up. "You don't know what you're… doing boy…"

Not stopping to say anything witty, Naruto punted the priest's head like a soccer ball and then turned his frantic attention to the two women. The blond woman's shackles were attached by chains to hooks in the ceiling, with too little slack for her feet to even touch the floor.

The red haired woman on the altar was tied by cloth around her feet, while the chains around her arms were simply circled around the far legs of the altar. She struggled to keep her head up to watch, allowing Naruto to see her wounds. Two round gouges marred her head. Her face was stained with blood and bruises. Naruto's eyes flared in shock at how badly the women were hurt. He looked at the manacles of the one on the altar. The fasteners didn't look locked, so he tried to unlatch the one on her left wrist. It was tough to budge the pin holding the shackle closed. Were he not so wired on adrenaline he might not have been able to move them at all.

"Hurry," the captive urged. "I can help you if I can just get… free…"

With one wrist finally freed, Naruto looked up to check on the men. Motohama was almost to his feet, blindly, as was Matsuda. Not wanting to let them regroup, Naruto shoved Motohama into Matsuda. The two crashed to the ground through the big pile of ashes near the hall way, creating a big mess of the whole ritualistic arrangement. Circles of powder were broken. Candles and sacrificial remains were scattered.

"No!" Naruto heard the priest gasp.

"Yesss!" the woman on the altar hissed, partially rising now that one arm was freed. She looked at the priest with an odd mix of triumph and rage.

Fear washed over the priest's face. The woman on the altar opened her palm and then launches a long stream of black flames at her tormentor. The priest shrieked as he was engulfed. His burning form soon flailed about in panic.

"Holy shit!" Naruto blurted.

The woman began to laugh viciously despite her obvious fatigue and injury. Naruto looked at the blond, who caught his gaze with pleading eyes.

"Get me down," she said. "She—we won't hurt you, but you have to free us both, now!"

Naruto didn't think twice. He wrapped one arm around the blond woman's waist, heaving her up a bit to give the chains some slack so he could unlatch the manacles around her wrists. By the time he managed it, the priest had crashed into a far walls, knocking candles and bookshelves over onto the floor with a crash. Fires began to catch here and there among the curtains and walls.

"I only need a moment," the blonde said, gasping and slumping in Naruto's arms.

"Leave me. Get her off the altar."

Naruto obeyed, allowing the blond woman to sink to the floor while he rushed over to the other woman to work on the knots around her ankles. The heat and stench from the burning priest, now surely dead, were overwhelming. Naruto pushed past his fear and revulsion to get the job done.

"My hand, mort… mas… no," the woman groaned. Apparently creating that black fire had taken the last of her strength. She couldn't twist enough to reach her chained wrist with her free hand.

Naruto reached over her naked chest and fought to unlatch the iron around her wrists.

"I'll get you out, you're gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay." Naruto said in a rush. He was trying to convince himself as much as her.

With her hand freed, Naruto pulled her upright, holding her to him and moving away from the altar. He turned straight around to see Motohama and Matsuda on their feet, staggered but recovered enough to fight.

"Oh, shit," Naruto gulped, seeing the bloody, wavy dagger in Motohama's hand.

"You have done your part already," the blond said, rising to step out of the pentagram beneath her with one hand raised toward the ceiling. A long stream of light extended from her palm, and as she lowered it to her side it formed a sword of light.

Naruto, Matsuda and Motohama all had a moment to be stunned. The woman in Naruto's arms just grunted.

"Hmph, showoff," she muttered.

"This desecration of the Lord's house will not stand," the blonde said gravely. She swung her sword wide, cutting through both Matsuda and Motohama and igniting their bodies as if they were dressed in flash paper.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Naruto blurted.

"Don't blaspheme," the blonde replied absently, looking around the room. "I can walk on my own. Take her and go."

"R-Right," Naruto said, not wanting to argue with the woman with the light sword.

Naruto hauled the red haired woman out to the foyer, having just enough presence of mind to grab his backpack where he'd left it before heading out into the night. Behind him, he heard the screams of burning men and the roar of an inferno coming to life.

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"Why don't they come up here and arrest us?" Naruto asked.

He stood with the two women by a statue of an angel on a small rise away from the chapel. His face was still wet with the blood from the goblet. The chapel was fully engulfed in flames, with firefighters spraying it down and police looking around for who might be in the area. The three of them stood in darkness, but plenty of flashing lights had passed over them already. Both women answered at once.

"That's me," the blond replied, while the red haired one answered with, "I am concealing us." They stopped, looked at each other sharply, and then turned away.

Given a quiet moment to get his bearings, Naruto realized that underneath all the blood and bruises, both women were shockingly beautiful. Both seemed to always have either hair or shadow or a convenient stance just barely covering their breasts. The blond woman had clearly recovered more quickly, standing taller and more alert. She seemed roughly Naruto's age. The other, perhaps a couple years older, mostly looked away from the other two.

"So they don't see or hear us here?"

"No," the blond woman answered.

"Huh… 'kay… I can't believe you're both standing, you were hurt so bad…"

"I am recovering rapidly," the blond woman answered.

"I'll manage," the other shrugged.

"How did you find us?" the blond asked. "Did you know about this? Were you sent by someone? Some revelation?"

"I was just here taking pictures," Naruto shrugged, jostling his backpack a bit. "Snuck onto the property. I heard the screaming, so I looked to see what was going on. Turned out the front door wasn't locked. I had no idea anything like that was happening."

She smiled a bit.

"Mysterious ways," she said.

"Bitch your patriarchal sky god," the other woman grimaced.

Naruto was silent for a second. Every word he spoke seemed to make this very awkward moment even more awkward, but somehow just standing there didn't seem to be all that slick, either.

"Are you two cold? One of you could have my sweatshirt at least…"

The women both looked at him blankly.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help. This is all so crazy. Who the hell are you two, anyway?"

"Interesting choice of words," the blond woman said, looking at the red haired one, who spat blood onto the ground.

"S-Sorry," Naruto muttered.

"I guess there's no harm in telling at this point. My name is Sera Mitra Airun," the blond began.

"I am an angel of the Seventh Heaven, charged with… never mind. It won't mean anything to you. I'm an angel, and that's all you need to know. This one," she said, gesturing at the other woman, "is… well, why don't you tell him who you are?" she smirked.

"Bitch," the other grunted bitterly.

"I'm sure we could call you something fouler," Sera smirked.

"H-Hey, how about we not fight?"

Naruto requested, taking a step further between them and holding his hands up peaceably.

"Look, I'm Naruto Namikaze, okay? You're Sera, okay, cool, and what's your name?"

"My name is Firika Mia Shatana, ma—" she stopped herself.

Startled by the name, Sera's posture stiffened and she stepped back. She quickly swallowed and regained her composure before either of the others noticed.

"That first name might fit wonderfully, then," she commented.

"Look, ladies, can we please cool it? Geez, you're like cats and dogs or something."

Sera looked at him evenly, and then the implication clicked in Naruto's head. He looked at Firika with wide eyes.

"But… aren't you supposed to have, I dunno, wings?"

Naruto felt silly for asking it almost as soon as it had come out of his mouth, but Sera explained anyway.

"They cut off our wings after we were summoned by their sorcery," she said, "and her horns and tail. That pile of ashes in the room was what was left… it was all burned to drain our power. Magic often works in symbolism, and I suppose those features can symbolize power. They wanted to weaken us.

"Firika here is a succubus," Sera continued with a hint of venom. "Do you know what that is?"

Naruto knew only what he had picked up from the ero books Issei kept showing him.

"Isn't that like a hottie girl demon?"

"Yes," Sera said dryly while Firika rolled her eyes. "A hottie girl demon. The succubus seduce men on Earth to sate their immortal lusts. Their victims give their all until they are shriveled husks, literally abandoning life and everything of importance to fuck the evil little trollops. Men fornicate with them to their literal deaths."

"H-Holy shit, is she serious?" Naruto blinked, looking at Firika, who only reluctantly raised her eyes to meet Naruto's gaze.

"She greatly simplifies," she said quietly. "You have nothing to fear from me, mast—"

Again, Firika cut herself off. Sera looked on with newly aroused interest.

"So you steal souls like that?" Sera giggled while Firika shook her head.

"It's not like that," Firika said simply. "I can… tell you later."

"Yes, I'll just bet you can, Firika," Sera said.

"What's so funny about this?" Naruto asked.

"Oh, I think Firika here was affected by this insanity much more than I. Do you remember what the fallen priest was saying?"

"Bite your tongue, angel!" Firika snapped.

"I was kinda busy trying to rescue you two and not freak the hell out at the same time. I'm not like a shounen hero or anything. I'm just a college student."

Sera looked at him seriously for a moment, and then sighed.

"I'm probably not supposed to tell you all this, but the hell with it."

She leaned back, casually putting her butt against a headstone. Naruto blinked at the angel's language, but she didn't notice.

"Those men in there were trying to use sorcery to enslave us both. Well, the priest was, anyway. The others were just his goons. Doubtlessly one of them was the genius who left the door unlocked. Thankfully. They summoned us through ritual magic and imprisoned us. They tortured us to keep us weak. The chains, the whip, cutting off our wings. All of that, just to keep us both vulnerable. And then, with that goblet as a tool, the priest drew out part of our essences. My purest good, her foulest evil, just as he said."

Naruto's jaw dropped, and he reached up to touch his cheek.

"Y-You mean that's what's all over my face? Is that gonna do something to me?"

"It already has, to all three of us," said Sera, with a hint of amusement.

"Though I can tell that Firika here got the worst of it. He worked harder on her. Neither of us can hurt you nor lie to you now. And again, Firika's just not as evil as she was. We'll have to wait and see how much difference that makes. And I," she said, a bit sadly, "am something less now than I was… though Heaven may be able to remedy that later."

"So you're not a good guy angel anymore and she's not a bad guy demon? What happens with me?"

"Oh, I'm still good at heart, I can tell you that. And Firika… well, that's up to her, really. But as for you, Naruto-kun? Again, the ritual was meant to enslave us both to the recipient of those essences. I can't lie to you or hurt you, though you didn't really have to worry about that to begin with. But I sure don't feel enslaved. Firika got it worse, though—"

"Go ahead and run your mouth more, wretch," Firika grumbled bitterly.

"—or have you not noticed that Firika keeps almost calling you 'master?' She's fighting it, but she's losing." Sera was only slightly suppressing her grin.

Again, Naruto's jaw dropped.

"I—what?!" he blurted. "I didn't mean—oh my god! Firika-san, I wasn't trying to enslave you, I was trying to help! Holy shit, this is crazy! I don't want you to have to be my slave! That's not right! I just didn't want you to get hurt anymore or raped, or… oh my god!"

Firika looked at Naruto like he had grown another head and started speaking alien language. At this, Sera chuckled.

"'Abashed, the Devil stood, and felt—'"

"Oh, shut up," Firika interrupted bitterly.

"Isn't that from 'The Crow?'" Naruto asked. Sera sighed.

"No. Milton. Paradise Lost. Keep going to college, Naruto-kun, you'll get it."

"Is there any way to change it back? What happens when I wash this off my face?"

"Nothing," Firika answered. "The blood is a symbol and a conveyance, nothing more. The deed is done. We are both diminished. I cannot mislead or harm you, and… I will not be claiming any more lives as I once did. Master," she added, as if admitting defeat.

Naruto was floored.

"There's gotta be some way to free you, though, right? I mean, slavery's just… wrong!"

"This is not slavery as you understand it. That is an oversimplification. Virtually every demon in Hell is servant or slave to another," Firika shrugged. "The priest had already severed my connection to my previous master. His ritual was designed to fill that void, yet it fell to you, and that seems far preferable to his original intentions. Regardless, to return to Hell diminished like this would be… unimaginable. Given the conditions, this is the least of bad alternatives."

"Magnanimous for a demon. That pull on your essence must have gone deep," Sera quipped.

"I would still bite off your wagging tongue, bitch," Firika snarled.

"Well… so… what am I supposed to do?"

Naruto blinked.

"I mean is some other big bad demon going to come looking for her?"

"Possibly, but unlikely," Firika said, more to the ground than to Naruto.

"I wouldn't worry about it," Sera shrugged. "Firika's damaged goods, and greater demons generally cannot act overtly against mortals. You haven't done anything to lose the protection of Heaven."

The thought gave her pause. She frowned, looking around a moment, and then shrugged.

"In any event, there is an angel in your debt. You would be a terribly complicated target."

"You don't have to feel like you owe me anything, Sera-san," Naruto said.

"I just did what someone had to do. But, I mean… no offense, Firika-san, but," he turned back to Sera, "is it really good for a normal guy like me to have a demon, um, working for him? I mean, I don't wanna wind up in Hell!"

"Bound to you would be a better term," Sera offered. "And that's something only time will tell. Still, it's not like she can go back where she came from now, and I can't take her with me. You'll have to keep her close to you so she doesn't run around being… well, evil."

Sera smirked at the vicious glare her comment drew from Firika.

"Maybe someone like you might be a good influence on someone like her." Again, Sera looked around as if looking for someone.

"I'll be watching over you, Naruto-kun," she said as if deciding something profound.

"Remember, she can't lie to you or try to bring you harm, including to your soul. Trust yourself. See ya." She turned and started walking away, and as she did, she seemed to gradually fade from sight.

"Wait, you're just leaving? What am I supposed to do now?"

Sera looked back and shrugged.

"Duh, what else would you do? Go home."

"Home!?" Naruto blurted out. "I still live with my mother!"

Silence followed. With the angel gone, Naruto slowly turned to look at the naked, battered yet beautiful demoness next to him. A million thoughts came at once, and he had no idea where to begin. He was exhausted and wanted to go home.

"S-So you can stay invisible?"

"I have great ability at illusion, master, yes," she responded evenly. "I haven't the strength just now for much else, but I can manage this. No one but you will know I am present."

"Guess you'll have to be invisible on the back of my motorcycle, then, because I only brought one helmet and I don't wanna get a ticket. You sure you don't want my sweatshirt?"

(◕ω◕✿)

Naruto and Firika pulled into the underground garage of his apartment complex to find it thankfully empty. Firika gracefully dismounted and stood behind Naruto once he had parked. Naruto got off the bike somewhat slower and more nervously. He had never brought a girl home… let alone a woman like this.

Standing next to the bike, Naruto pulled off his helmet and found the breath knocked right out of him as soon as he looked at her. Her bruises had vanished and the scarring from the removal of her horns was gone. Her hair still hung alluringly over her otherwise bare, full breasts. She had tied his sweatshirt around her waist with its sleeves hanging between her legs at the front, yet all that did was make her shapely hips all the more enticing. There was still blood, soot and other marks upon her, but her face had regained its original shape, which was so beautiful it left him speechless.

"I seem able to heal, at least," Firika said, noting his very obvious reaction. "It is… good that you are pleased, master."

Naruto looked around to see if anyone saw him being so awkward and nervous.

"We are alone. Were we not, we would still be undetected unless you wished it, master," Firika said.

"Does it bother you at all," Naruto asked hesitantly, "calling me that?"

"Not especially. I have always had a master. Now it is you. Does the word trouble you?"

"A little. A lot. Yeah."

Firika gave him that incredulous look again, but Naruto ignored it.

"Maybe you should just call me by my name?"

"Very well, Naruto. Shall I remain unnoticed when we go inside? You said you live with your mother. I imagine you would rather not reveal me to her?"

"Yeah, it's just me and Mom. I mean I wanna move out soon, but I can't quite afford my own place just yet while I'm in school and… I'm babbling, aren't I?"

"Yes, Naruto," she said, smiling just a bit coyly. "You need not apologize. You will likely be quite surprised at how accommodating I can be. Your material circumstances are irrelevant to me unless you wish to make them my business."

"Okay, well, Mom's probably sleeping by now, so we should just be quiet and head for my room. Can you make sure neither of us wakes her?"

"Done."

"Okay. I mean don't wake her tonight," Naruto blurted suddenly. Her smirk gave him a sudden worry that the demoness might twist his words.

"Just tonight. Like let her sleep normally. Don't, like, put her to sleep for a hundred years or something!"

Firika looked at him evenly.

"Naruto," she said with a bit of a smile, "You can relax. I am not a genie seeking to forge your doom from a carelessly worded wish. I will not seek to betray you simply because I am a demon. My first role is—was—to ruin and punish the wicked. I was not born to lead the virtuous astray. That task falls to other demons. And no angel, no matter how crass, would leave you in the presence of one such as I if you or others were in danger because of it."

"You're being a lot nicer all of a sudden," Naruto said warily. Her smile broadened a bit.

"We're not in the presence of one of those snots angels," Firikaa began. Her tone was pointedly friendly, which sent Naruto's heart into overdrive.

"I have had time to recover. You have been entirely kind and considerate, and I am more deeply in your debt than I can say. You are also my master. As I said, I have always served one master or another, and you are already far more pleasant than any of your predecessors. There's no reason to be disagreeable."

Naruto didn't know what to say for a long moment. He just stared. Her eyes seemed to dance with amusement. Her voice alone was entrancing, and just standing there talking with her gave him the stiffest hard-on of his life—and he wasn't even looking below her smudged-up face.

"How may I serve, master? I'm sorry," she corrected, "Naruto?"

"Let's just… uh… go inside."

Naruto tried to be subtle in adjusting his pants as he walked. He failed. Firika saw, and was pleased.

Inside, they found the living room light had been left on. The apartment was quiet and his mother had to be asleep.

Naruto led Firika up the stairs, which she ascended with a slight curiosity on her face as she looked around. His mother had done relatively well in the corporate world, but the realities of single-parenting had made them a more or less middle class family.

Naruto quietly led her into his bedroom and shut the door.

"You need not be so careful," Firika said casually. "As you wished, I am covering our sounds. All I need do is whisper into your mother's bedroom to ensure she will sleep soundly through the night. You can relax."

Naruto sighed, dropping his backpack and helmet on his relatively bare desk.

"Thank you. I'm pretty tired, I guess. I just need a shower."

"As do I," Firika responded.

A more experienced man would have recognized the invitation immediately. Overwhelmed as he was, Naruto didn't discern any difference from every other smoldering hot word coming out of her mouth. The hint shot right past him.

"Okay. Well, there are two showers; I suppose you could use mine and I'll just use Mom's. I can keep it quick so you don't run out of hot water. I guess I'm gonna have to get you some clothes?"

Firika cocked her head to one side curiously. It had the effect of raising the hair that dangled over her right breast, revealing more of the curve and giving Naruto's already thumping heart an extra beat. As if taunting and teasing just happened on autopilot for Firika, though, it wasn't fully uncovered.

"That would be wise. Or, if you wish me to be seen in public, I can create the illusion of whatever clothes you like for others," she said, "while you will see me as I am, unless my nudity makes you uncomfortable?"

A dozen replies tried to come out of Naruto's mouth at once, but jammed up until all he got out was, "whatever's comfortable for you. Are you hungry? Do you actually eat?"

Firika shrugged a bit, realizing she'd have to dispense with the minutiae of mortal life.

"I do not need food to sustain myself, though I can eat if the mood takes me. Were I not so worn down by tonight's troubles I wouldn't need something so mundane as a shower. I normally need much less sleep than you, though after tonight I would very much appreciate laying in a bed," she said, indicating Naruto's twin-sized bed.

"I am many centuries old, Naruto. I have moved through the mortal world for most of that time. Despite tonight's ill turns, I can take care of myself. Your concern for my comfort is appreciated, but unnecessary," she smiled, her purple eyes twinkling. It gave Naruto his thirteenth heart attack of the night.

"Okay. Cool. I'll just go get that shower. I'm beat, really."

With that, he grabbed some clothes and stepped out. Firika looked on in awe. As she said, she wasn't fixated on corrupting people of sincere virtue. Moreover, she rarely even encountered such people in her pursuits. She knew shyness and inexperience when she saw it. Clearly Naruto was missing signals. But there was more to it than that. The bulge in his jeans showed that he had a perfectly masculine response to her presence.

She slipped the sweatshirt from her hips, tossing it aside in his room. Firika then briefly looked into the other bedroom, ensuring with a small enchantment that his mother would remain asleep.

Firika took her time in cleaning up, still bemused at showering alone. By the time she was finished, she found Naruto already dozing. He lay on his bed, his spiky blond hair wet and his filthy clothes exchanged for simple black sweatpants and a t-shirt. He looked as if he had waited for her but nodded off.

Firika entered the room brushing her hair as she looked down at her new master. She felt very strange. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She knew in the back of her mind that she should be scheming for an eventual escape. There was time for that later, though; for now she was indeed diminished, and needed to recover. It was foolish to rush into decisions when she did not fully understand her situation. She needed time to plan. She was also under Naruto's direct power. There was no reason she couldn't have plenty of fun with that.

Firika slipped up to him, grinning as she saw his eyes flutter open. Naruto gasped at the sight of her fully nude for the first time. That face would never need make-up. Her hair was back over her shoulders this time to reveal her magnificent breast. Her figure was shapely and perfectly curved, her skin smooth and flawless.

"Do you like what you see, Naruto?" she smiled seductively, placing one knee between his legs and leaning over him.

"Y-Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of course. You're so beautiful, Firika-san."

"I am glad. I am glad you find me beautiful… and I am yours, Naruto. Nothing in the world can change that."

Firika drew ever nearer, her breasts hanging alluringly close to Naruto's mouth.

"Take me as you like."

"Y-You… Firika-san, you don't have to do this," Naruto blinked.

"Don't have to?" she asked, pulling back curiously.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex with me because I'm your…" his voice trailed off, as if reluctant to give voice to it. It was Firika's turn to be shocked. This was unprecedented.

"Were I reluctant to lay with you, I would avoid it until you commanded me. I wouldn't encourage you."

That made sense in Naruto's racing mind. He couldn't keep control of his heart pounding, or the heavy feeling in his breath and in his stomach, but at the same time, he dared not do anything about it. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was practically throwing herself on him and he was afraid to move, because he was afraid of what could happen next.

"I do think you're attractive, Firika-san," Naruto admitted. "I'd be crazy not to. But I'm just… even if you're really willing, you're a demon. How do I know I won't turn into some crazy perverted loon humping everything with a hole in it until I wind up in Hell?"

Firika erupted with laughter. It was not entirely kind, but not entirely mocking, either.

"I cannot tell you much about how the Divine judge all things," she said, "but I have seen hell many times. I promise you no one is damned for mere fornication, no matter how frequent or how lewd. You poor mortals have been given a very skewed understanding of things."

"Okay, fine, but we just met. People don't really just meet and jump into bed with each other. Not in real life. Not without… I dunno… being drunk or something!"

"Of course they do!"

Naruto frowned.

"Okay, well that's never happened to me, anyway. That's just something my friends all lie about happening to them."

Firika's eyebrows went up.

"Well, here I am. I guarantee you in all your life no friend of yours will have anything this good."

"Still. I don't know if we should have… sex," Naruto confessed. Firika sat upright, giving him yet another view of her beauty in all its glory while she looked at him thoughtfully.

"Lust frightens you," she said softly. "You're afraid to act on it."

Naruto reached for a better dodge, but failed. The only thing that came out of his mouth was the uncomfortable truth.

"Maybe I'm afraid I'll… think too much of it. Fall in love. Get my heart broken."

Firika's lips twisted into a smirk.

"You're afraid you'll fall in love with me after one night of sex?"

"I could fall in love with you just looking at you."

She fell quiet. Once again, there was a tiny crack of surprise in her composure. She asked softly, "Then why don't you?"

Naruto shook his head, ignoring the question.

"It's more than that. Fact is you're here because you have to be, not because you chose to be. If I took advantage of that, how am I any better than that priest? How's it any better for you? What if you end up hating me?"

Firika thought about it for a heartbeat and then shrugged.

"It could be fun that way. Kinky."

"Are you serious? I couldn't do that to you, Firika-san!"

"Oh, this is funny," Firika sighed, looking around briefly. Naruto's room was full of posters and books, some serious, some not. Naruto had come into adulthood, but had not yet entirely put away childish things.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"And no girlfriend? A virgin, I take it, yes?"

Naruto scowled a bit, but answered defensively, "yeah. I haven't exactly been lucky with my dating life. I mean I've dated, but—"

"I am beautiful, naked, and offering myself to you, bound to you for eternity, and you won't touch me because you're afraid I'll think you see me as just some slut. And you're also afraid that I'll fuck you all the way into Hell and you'll burn for all eternity with a broken heart. Is that about right?"

"I guess?"

"That's a lot of hang-ups. At least you're not worried about measuring up as a lover," she mused aloud. The look that crossed Naruto's face told her otherwise, and Firika rolled her eyes. "Put it out of your head, Naruto. I'm not a normal woman. It doesn't work that way with me. You'll have me panting and begging for more the moment you start enjoying yourself. I am a Succubus, remember? Hell, half the men I've fucked just laid there until they died, but you wouldn't see me buffing my nails in the middle of it."

Silence.

"Wow, that makes me feel so much better, Firika-san," Naruto deadpanned finally.

"That's not—that's not you and I," she said, softening her tone and tracing a finger down his chest, which had him inhaling sharply.

"I cannot mislead you, Naruto. No one is a masterful lover their first time. But you're doing fine for natural endowment," she said, her finger tracing further down past the waistband of his sweats and giving him a genuine rush. "And you have the best teacher you could possibly ask for."

The conflict on Naruto's face was unresolved. Finally Firika sighed.

"Bound, Naruto. Permanently. All the security anyone could dream of. And don't worry about making me feel like I'm some slut. That's very much what I am."

Her look became much more direct and meaningful.

"Only from now on I'm your slut."

Another heart attack. Naruto had fantasized about girls saying something like that before. But that didn't change the fact that this was no ordinary girl. He'd seen her shoot black fire all over someone tonight.

"Maybe we could just… take it slow?"

Firika shook her head, looking away a moment and trying not to laugh in exasperation.

"As you wish, of course. The angel herself said you had nothing to fear from me. May I lie next to you? I promise not to steal your virginity in your sleep."

"S-Sure," Naruto said.

With that, Firika pulled the sheets over them both and curled up beside him.

"Lust is not a real sin in and of itself, Naruto," Firika told him softly. "The churches have had that part wrong all these years and the angels never bothered to straighten it out. The sin comes from causing harm in pursuit of lust. That has been my purpose in this world: to lead the wicked to abandon all responsibility and virtue for carnal pleasures. Yet there is no wickedness in you. I was naked and in your power, and your first thought was to offer me the shirt off your back. Even now, you are concerned with showing me respect, which makes you rather unique in my experience. I don't think you need to fear your lust."

"Maybe I'm just too inexperienced to understand it," Naruto whispered, "but it just doesn't sit right. I can't explain it. I don't want to do something I'll regret."

"I could explain your lust to you, if you wanted. I could learn it and explain it in ways you would not articulate for yourself."

"You could? How?"

"It's simple. I merely have to taste it," Firika smiled, delicately brushing a suggestive hand across his groin as she reached over and turned out the light.

"Goodnight, Naruto."

That had him lying awake for hours.

(◕ω◕✿)

The first thing Naruto heard when he woke up next to Firika was some rapper bitching about women.

"Homies, she's not interested in you! She's interested in your wallet!" the radio squawked. "You want action at the end of the night? You gotta pay out. And they dangle that whole marriage thing in front of you like it's the keys to her panties, like you're gonna make love every night 'til you're old and gray, but we all know better, don't we?"

"I really fucking hate that dude," Naruto sighed to the ceiling.

"The lingerie? The slutty behavior in the bedroom? The action?" the rapper continued as Naruto's arm fumbled for the radio. "That stuff's all on a clock, homies! And that clock runs out as soon as they get their hooks in—!"

The singing was finally silenced by a swat from Naruto's hand. Firika stirred, cuddling up closer to her young and still very innocent bedmate.

"Fufufu~ I'll be happy to prove him wrong, Naruto," she murmured into his ear. "Every day and night of your life."

Naruto gulped. He wasn't entirely sure he'd survive even the first time.

"I-I'm. U-Um-m." Naruto stammered and shifted a bit to create a little space.

"I've got to go to work today," he managed. "Soon."

She raised an eyebrow.

"You couldn't call in sick? You had a rough night," Firika suggested.

"They're gonna be slammed at work today and I'm supposed to do some heavy cleaning in my workspace," he mumbled.

Naruto got up out of bed, fighting the urge to stare—or worse. He turned to his dresser and fumbled for clothes.

"Look, I need to figure all this out," he said. No matter how awkward or lame his dodges were, his resistance continued to astound Firika. She didn't let it show.

"As you wish," she replied simply.

"Um… can you stay here?"

"I can. Would you like me to remain concealed?"

"I would," Naruto nodded.

"I know it's probably going to be a bit boring, but…" he shrugged.

"I can entertain myself, if you will allow me a bit of trust," Firika assured him.

Naruto looked at her for a long moment.

"Even if I ask you to stay here alone?" he asked warily.

Firika gave a nod that was more than a little sultry—but then, it seemed her every word and gesture was geared toward seduction.

"That is no imposition. However, if you wish me to remain undetected, I should see to that first. I can ensure that I am completely obscured from your mother, even while I am before her. She will ignore me and rationalize anything that would lead her to suspect my presence, so you won't have to worry about covering anything up. And no," she added with rolling eyes, "I will not harm her or do anything to jeopardize her mortal soul."

"Thanks," Naruto said. He closed and locked the bathroom door.

Firika felt an immediate rush of pleasure as Naruto promptly set about relieving himself of sexual tension. The sensation brought a wicked smile of realization to her face. It was the same connection she had with all of her victims. They had apparently formed that bond, too; he was master, but also prey. The energy she got from this was a mere trickle compared to her hunger, and it appeared that there would be no fatal climax as there was with so many of her other partners… but no matter.

Firika slipped out of his bedroom and across the hallway to his mother's room. The door was slightly ajar, all owing her to creep in with absolute silence. Glancing around quickly, Firika found a checkbook on the dresser. Her name was Minako Namikaze. Naruto's beautiful mother stood facing an open closet, freshly showered and clad in skirts and a bra but as yet no shirt.

Firika smiled as she slipped up behind her. It was Naruto's wish that Minako made no discovery of Firika. The succubus had an agenda slightly beyond that. There was stealth, and then there was the removal of obstacles.

"Ssshhhhhh," the succubus whispered into Minako's ear. The blond shivered and her movements slowed as she quickly fell into a daze.

"Minako," Firika hissed. She was so close that her lips brushed against Minako's ear.

Again, the entranced woman shivered. Her eyelids drooped. Firika's fingernails traced lightly up her back and eventually began running through her hair, giving the blond chills.

"You're a beautiful woman, Minako," Firika murmured.

"Oh," the other whimpered. It was true enough.

Minako wouldn't be posing for a modeling job anytime soon, but for her age she remained attractive. She was beautiful enough to catch an eye on the street… and affected just enough by age to be self-conscious about it. Were Firika not under such suspicion from Naruto, she might take a more seductive approach than this. As it was, she certainly couldn't risk anything in that vein. He might start asking direct questions that she wouldn't be able to dodge.

"Have you a lover, Minako?"

"No."

"A shame. You're very beautiful," Firika hissed.

"It's not that," Minako murmured. "Just no time. No time…"

"Oh, but you can make the time," Firika encouraged softly. "You work hard. Your son is grown. Responsible. You can take the time for yourself, Minako. Is there a man you like?"

"Um… maybe," Minako admitted in a voice just barely above a whisper. "Kakashi-kun."

Firika's left hand continued to stroke the blond's hair. Her right slid around Minako's belly, which only recently began to sag slightly with age. As her fingers moved, however, Minako's stomach tightened.

"I can make you prettier," she said.

"Mmphh?"

"Much prettier," Firika continued. "Pretty enough to have any man you want."

Her fingers continued to trace across the mesmerized woman's body as well. All the while Minako's flesh became more toned and smooth. Wrinkles vanished.

"Tell me about this Kakashi-kun."

"He's my assistant at my office," Minako breathed out dreamily. "Handsome and nice guy. A few years younger than me. Single. I don't think he knows how handsome he is."

"Fufufu. Those are the best kinds of men," Firika grinned approvingly. "Do you think of him often?"

"Yes. I think he might like me, but… I haven't done anything about him…"

"I'll make you a deal," Firika offered.

"Hm?"

"I can make you beautiful, Minako. Hot like a movie star. Confident. Sexy. All Kakashi could dream of. I only need one thing."

"Wh… what?"

"You have to promise me to keep this our secret," Firika said, "from everyone. From your friends, from your family… even from your son. We must be a secret even from yourself."

"I-I promise," Minako whispered. "I promise."

"So if you see me or hear me, promise me you will understand you are only imagining it… no matter what you see. Unless I speak to you."

"I promise," Minako nodded softly, "I promise."

She all but began to sway. Minako was soon scarcely capable of standing upright, but Firika kept her on her feet as if her entire body was as light as a feather.

"There's more."

"Hm?"

"Your son."

Minako's eyes fluttered partially open at that. Firika was not surprised. Naturally the strongest point of resistance for a mother would be with regards to her only son. Minako almost regained her senses, but Firika's whispers at her ear calmed her again.

"He's a young man, Minako," Firika continued. Minako just nodded again. "You know that, right?"

"I do. I know."

"He's a fine young man. Decent. You raised him well. Naruto is a good man," Firika repeated. "A good, young man… thinking about women, as all young men do. That's good, isn't it, Minako? Isn't it natural?"

Minako shook her head softly. The topic threatened to break the trance.

"What's that… got to do… with this?"

"Nothing at all," Firika said, "save that he has needs just as you do. It's natural, Minako. It's natural. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Your son is interested in women. Wouldn't you want him to be happy?"

"Yes."

"If he found a woman and didn't tell you right away, would you ask him?"

"Mhm," Minako moaned noncommittally.

"Even if you saw clues in your home? Would you ask him, or wait for him to tell you?"

"I don't… I don't know. I want him to be happy."

"He might not be comfortable talking about it in front of you. Would you press him on it if you thought something was going on?"

"I guess I shouldn't…"

"If Naruto has a lover, he might want to keep it quiet. Shouldn't you respect his privacy?"

"Yes," Minako nodded. "Yes. I don't want to think about that now."

Firika heard the shower stop running.

"All I need is a promise from you to respect your son's privacy. He needs his privacy, just as you do. And his space. Will you look the other way for him?"

"I will… I will."

"Sssshhhh," Firika said, softly bringing Minako closer to full consciousness. "You have to start getting ready for work now."

"Yes. Okay."

"It's getting close to time to go, Minako," Firika whispered as she slipped away, close to the door. As she closed it, she beckoned, "wake up, Minako. Wake up."

Minako's eyes fluttered open in the mirror. Firika saw lucidity return to Minako just as the demon closed the door behind her.

Firika's efforts had taken almost the last of her magical strength, but the investment stood to eliminate a possible barrier between succubus and her prey… and at least some of what she had done was just what had been asked of her.

Firika returned to Naruto's bed, sitting upright facing the door and taking care to brush her hair over her breasts. She folded her hands neatly in her lap and waited.

Naruto returned from the shower, freshly cleaned and already wearing a fresh pair of jeans that did little to conceal his stubborn arousal.

"H-Hi," he managed awkwardly. Firika only nodded in response, never taking her eyes off of him. "You're not, um. You know I don't expect you to just sit there all day, right?"

"I know," Firika said. "I have woven the enchantment over your mother. We need not fear her discovering me."

"Okay," Naruto said. He found a yellow t-shirt and threw it on. "I'm only supposed to be gone about nine hours. Eight if I skip breaks and stuff."

"Do not feel you have to rush for me," Firika said, demurely sitting very still. "I have been alive for centuries. I can wait through a work day, mas—Naruto."

Naruto looked at her for a moment, fumbling to put on his shoes and entirely forgetting to wear socks.

"Okay," Naruto managed. "Guess I'm headed out, then."

"Naruto?" Firika asked.

"May I… Naruto, you saved me from an awful fate last night. I would have been tormented, humiliated, and who knows what else or for how long," Firika explained. "You risked your life. For all you knew, you could have been arrested, or tortured, or killed, or worse… for a pair of strangers. You were told what I am, yet you took me in without complaint or objection, but rather with compassion. I have rarely witnessed such kindness, let alone been the recipient. All this, even when you have every reason to think I'm something… foul."

"I don't think you're foul, Firika-san."

"Please," Firika shook her head. "You risked everything for me. And though you didn't know me, I think you understood how dangerous those men were. Didn't you?"

Naruto said nothing in response. Firika stood and stepped forward to him.

"I cannot lie to you. I cannot bring you harm. Regardless of our bond… I sincerely wish to thank you, and reward you as best I can."

Naruto was once again completely at a loss for words.

"May I kiss you?" Firika asked. Naruto hesitated, and she added, "I was made to seduce. I am well aware of my charms. I am also aware of my desire for you, which is difficult to conceal. If that makes you uncomfortable I ask your forgiveness. But, seduction aside… Naruto, may I kiss you?"

He all but melted.

"Y-Yes," Naruto nodded.

For once, Naruto had no difficulty looking only into her eyes as this supernaturally beautiful woman came up to him and slipped her hands around his neck. They both closed their eyes as they kissed, softly at first but then with increasing passion. He wanted to drown in those lips. Firika felt so unbelievably good, and tasted so intoxicating, and—She broke it off gently, looking down and stepping away.

"I will await your return, Naruto," Firika said. "You'll have time to think, and then we can talk."

Breathing heavily, wanting nothing more than to continue inhaling her scent and tasting that kiss, Naruto shook his head and finally got control of himself.

"O-Okay," he said. "Okay."

Naruto turned, stepped out, and almost got to the stairs before returning for his wallet, keys and phone. Firika didn't look up when he returned. Naruto very nearly kissed her again before his will power overcame the urge and he turned to go.

At his mother's bedroom door, he knocked.

"Mom? Are you awake?"

"I'm getting dressed!"

"Okay, I'm leaving for work, I guess… are you late?"

"Yeah, I've just got a late morning meeting, honey. Go to work! Don't be late yourself!"

"Gotcha. I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

Naruto looked one last time at the succubus in his bedroom before he headed downstairs and out the door.

Firika waited by the window to see him leave on his bike. With him gone, there was no need to hide her amazement. His kiss was dazzling. She had never tasted a kiss like that.

The succubus raised her fingers to her lips and found her thoughts bending in very strange directions.

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