"... it's difficult to explain." she said, looking nervous again. "The reason I was so nervous back in class was... I... changed. When I sat down next to you I planned..." she closed her eyes, wincing. "... to use you to hide behind, lie about it and sneak out to eat girls when I could. But... as soon as I got closer to you something happened to me. I think whoever told me being around someone pure would help may have been having a joke at my expense. I... think I grew a conscience." She sniffled. "Now I'm having difficulty not thinking about the dozens of girls I've eaten over the years. They didn't deserve that!"
Now she's crying. Then, slowly, she shifts back into human form, though curiously without clothes, still beneath you. You gulp, but the girl before you still seems... to need you.
You still can't believe she likes you. For you. What if all that stuff about her changing is... You bite your lip.
"Lilith. I'm going to ask... I'm sorry, but I have to know. You understand?" She blinks, not getting it at first. Then you continue. "Tell me the truth, have you really grown a conscience and how do really feel about me?"
"I really do hate what I did to all those people, not swallowing them, but killing them afterwards, and I really like you a lot." She says, then slaps both hands over her mouth, eyes wide.
"Sorry, I just... had to know. I promise I won't do that again unless it's a life or death thing, OK?"
She blinks at you uncomprehendingly, slowly lowering her hands from her mouth.
"You do understand that... that's even more attractive, right?" She squeaks. "I mean. How you are so caring." She blinks. "And before that would have meant nothing to me. I'm so messed up!" she lets her head drop backwards to the ground with a thump, groaning.
"Hey, it's OK. I'll take care of you." You say.
Slowly her head comes back up again, peering at you.
"Even though you know what I am? Even though I've eaten over thirty girls alive?" She sniffs at that.
"Hey, you've changed. You said so yourself. It's who you are now that counts." Then you blink. "Why am I not a stammering nervous wreck? I can't talk around girls. I've never been able to. I blurt out stupid stuff and make a fool out of myself!"
"Uh, that's me. I saw how nervous you were in class so I cast a spell to relax you and give you confidence. Do you mind?"
You blink, looking down at your hands on either side, then accidentally glancing at her naked tits below you. And finding yourself unable to tear your eyes away.
"John? Do you mind?" She repeats.
Your eyes snap up to hers, and she's smiling. Seems she really doesn't care about people staring at her body. Well, if she's a demoness why would she? If that's real. You're having a hard time believing it now she's back to normal shape. Was that dread or something? No, couldn't be.
"N.. no I don't mind. Thanks. I still feel nervous, but at least I can talk straight!" You say, chuckling. "You think you're fucked up? I've never been able to do anything with a girl. Plus none are interested in me anyway. I'm a geek, I'm not handsome, thin and stick figure, not strong, I..."
She grabs the hand you were counting fingers off as you listed your negative traits and cupped your cheek with the other hand.
"Don't be stupid. It's their loss, not yours. Just fuck me OK?"
Your eyes go wide.
"Huh?"
She chuckles, looking down at her naked body beneath you, then her hands worm down to your pants and start undoing them.
"Here, let me help you." She says with a sultry tone.
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