<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>In the Heat of the Night</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mozuBY3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Azmodiel<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>21th October, 2018, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Nera’s home<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Azmodiel<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Fox problems<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nothing in the end<br/><br/>Oh. Her concept of serving meant much more than just making sure that his belly was full. Nerissa was like a perfect little housewife, ripped right out from pages of How to be a perfect housewife manual from the 50s. She had those chaotic demon personality traits, but her house was clean, she loved serving her man in both kitchen and bedroom and on top of that she was a total eye candy. The girl had embraced this world. To a young demon it was easy to adjust into a new life and forget old ways.<br/><br/>“I’m a demon too” Nerissa stated with a little playful smirk. “I like to think that I’m much tougher than you give me credit for. However you have the right to accuse me from a white lie, because I didn’t even try to correct you simply because I like being near you. I think you can’t blame a lonely girl for wanting her simple, innocent fun.”<br/><br/>That was a very detailed description. It didn’t help her at all gaining control of herself, and her wandering hands. “Perhaps I’m mistaken. I don’t remember you saying a thing about pressing me down and giving me all those pleasure. Or not giving them.” Az didn’t need to read her mind. It was so obvious that her mind went through the play he had painted in her mind, in its every little dirty detail. And the fox demon loved thought of the war demon simply pressing her down and satisfying her carnal needs, which made her body burn so she pressed her thighs together and had to squeeze Az’s arm so she wouldn’t touch the parts of her body that wanted to be touched so badly it was driving her crazy.<br/><br/>“You are such a sweet sadist Az. You tell me all this knowing perfectly well how I feel and how I can’t. I shouldn’t.” The fox demon sat on his knee. Not in a way that a child would sit, but sighing as she pressed her body against his thigh. Her lips brushed the man’s neck. “In this state of mind all I can think of is that primal demonic lust that is in you, how your hard body would feel against me and the great ecstasy you could gift to me with that merciless and oh so sweet loving.”<br/><br/>The fox demons had a high sex drive. It differed greatly from the humans. Nerissa was a single. It was impossible to know if she had one night stands because if she did she didn’t talk about them, and Az might not be interested about such gossip anyway. During her time in the SOPHE the girl had talked about some guy couple months back, but she had stopped talking about him as fast as it had all started. The relationship met its end fast. It was likely that there was lots of pent-up sexual frustration in her, which showed as a flirty behaviour. The fox demon filled her void of affection by sharing generously hugs and little kisses to her friends, and allowing them to fondle her fluffy ears. The fox had already almost given a heart attack to two new recruits who thought that she was just a simple fox wandering on hallways of the SOPHE and used a good amount of time stroking her silky fur, until she surprised them by returning to her more humane form.<br/><br/>“Mmh… So you do that kind of things.” There was no judgement in her voice. “I used to do that too. Not as a third wheel, but my husband liked to watch me with another woman and I have to admit that I enjoyed from that too. As long as I got the burn that a woman can’t quench put out with the real thing.” Az was probably one of the few people who knew that she was a widow. In her legal documents she had the name of Nerissa Cavallaro. Her background check had came back clean and no one investigated more Michael Cavallaro’s past because he had died two years before Nera joined into the SOPHE. The late husband was the reason why Nera had such a nice place and why there was still furniture that didn’t look like something she would pick herself. Nerissa didn’t like being called Mrs Cavallaro because it just reminded her of that she was left alone. Mr Cavallaro had had the audacity to die on her!<br/><br/>Being reminded of her husband, and maybe the offer from a backwash, got Nerissa gather what small shreds of self control she had left and stop caressing Az’s neck with her eager tongue. “Mmh… I would love that” She took his hand into hers and kissed his knuckles before she got up.<br/><br/>The fox demon knew that the last thing they needed was a hot bath. What they needed was something extremely unsexual. Like making a puzzle or reading about physics. Instead she let a hot water run in the tub, poured some bubble bath soap into the water and placed small candles around the bath. As the demoness watched the water flow and lit the candles she couldn’t help but wonder about the situation she had got herself into. She knew that what she was, trying, to do was wrong. Very wrong. Yet there wasn’t enough strength in her to resist Az. In any sense. So she put her trust in the old demon’s endless patience and self-discipline. Surely Az would be able to control himself if she couldn’t control herself. Right? The fact that she had felt something hard against her leg when she sat on his thigh that… that was just a natural reaction and it had nothing to do with her. Right?<br/><br/>“Az, please come in” the fox demon called. The door was open and the girl dimmed the lights so the source of light came from small candles scattered around the room. She stood barefoot under a shower that wasn’t on. Her golden eyes locked to Az’s the girl slowly slid straps of her dress down and let her dress fall on the floor. All that there was left were her small black panties, and soon they were gone too. The warm lively light played on her shapes of her body. Her body was stunning. Long, slender limbs, legs that looked endlessly long. Her body had a hour glass shape. Tiny little waist with feminine wide hips and perfectly formed large breasts, almost too big for her petite body. Pink nipples, which Az had felt too clearly before through her dress when she pressed her body against his. The way Nerissa dressed told that she liked to show her body, but this was the first time Azmodiel saw it without a string covering it, in its full glory.<br/><br/>Her hand reached for a knob of the shower and turned it on. Warm water rained down on her, watering her long hair and tail, running down along her skin. Small water drops on her long dark eyelashes the girl blinked as she looked at the man who filled the doorway with his presence. “Do you need a hand getting out of your clothes?” Nera asked as the water glistened on her body. This was such a bad idea. In name of everything sacred, why I’m so weak? Nerissa was starting to forget why it was wrong to touch in the first place. Her chest heaved, just from the excitement of ravishing the war demon with her eyes.<br/>