{Soar}

There was a warm, creamy, and slightly sweet taste in my mouth as I was waking up. I could still remember the moment my tongue felt around the large, foreign object that produced the tasty liquid. It was engorged and leaking heavily, also had its own unique taste that I guessed was feminine sweat as my eyes groggily opened and focused on the source. Sarise’s face, filled with calm bliss, rapidly transformed into one of pure shock. It was the early hours just before daybreak. My room was quiet and dimly lit, but I could still see my devil’s expression quite clearly, and without any covers obstructing the very fine view. Which abruptly made me realize how cold I was.

This was also how I knew that the ‘foreign object’ in my mouth was my devil’s amazingly swollen, and definitely leaky, milk bud.

I asked through telepathy magic, my reluctance to speak out loud far more related to not letting go of a certain body part than a desire to avoid making any noise.

Sarise said stiffly before putting on a wry smile, acutely and awkwardly aware of the horribly compromising position we were both in.

I won't lie, a part of me actually wanted to get a better taste of the ‘thing’ in my mouth. Still, I seriously needed to question Sarise and find out what she thought she was doing, putting her living accomodations with me in jeopardy like this. Luckily, after doing a quick scan of the building with my search magic, it seemed everyone was still in their rooms sleeping. Just in case, I decided it would be best if we pretend to still be sleeping. The fact that this would also let me have some fun with the unexpected situation I found myself in, was purely coincidental, of course. One of her berries is already in my mouth anyway, so I might as well make the most of it, I thought, shamelessly ignoring my own hypocrisy in furthering our jeopardy.

I said through telepathy before eagerly sucking more cream from my devil’s engorged spout.

I reached a hand up to her other melon and felt the weight of the remaining milk inside, a firm squeeze causing some to spurt out.

Sarise bit back a sensual moan and pulled me close, allowing me to feel as much of her sexy and warm body as possible,

With her arms securing me, Sarise used her levitation magic to pick up the blanket and cover us both, while I enhanced my vision with magic so I could see in the dark. I then proceeded to thoroughly enjoy myself as I listened to her, switching back and forth between her milk jugs and playing around with the unoccupied bud.

Sarise did an admirable job explaining to me in detail of what just happened, despite everything I did to her. I also noticed that the tone with which my lusty demon spoke to me in my mind while being teased was quite erotic, giving me a pleasing tickle in my head as I helped myself to both her melons and her milk. To keep it very brief, she woke up, noticed I was sucking her milk bud in my sleep, and thought I could use something to fill my stomach. She eventually decided to produce milk from her rack to satisfy my hunger, and got so aroused from it that she rubbed one out next to me. This resulted in her wetting the bed, sheets, and blanket, and leaving the air saturated in pheromones, but she managed to clear it all away without a trace with the ‘Quickie Cleaner’ spell from her arsenal of Demonic Magic.

After hearing everything from Sarise, my first few desire-muddled thoughts were, How the hell did I not wake up in the middle of all that? Followed by, I wonder how nutritional devil milk is?

Putting those thoughts aside, when I asked Sarise why she got off on feeding me in the first place, though she was still embarrassed at getting caught, she readily made her confession. Apparently, she has a master-maid taste and has spent quite some time coming up with many different scenarios involving the fantasy, reading and using many trashy romance novels as her source material. They became her guide on how to become the ideal maid, the ‘Proper Noble’s Familiar’ that dutifully serves her master with great honor, joy, and pleasure - of all kinds.

I wondered briefly if Sarise was okay being a ‘Proper Noble’s Familiar’ for a commoner like me, especially one who doesn’t have any plans of becoming nobility in the future. However, I haven’t heard any criticisms of my home life from her yet and she has shown great determination to do what she must to be able to stay with me, so I figured I didn’t need to worry about that for now. As for the ‘maid taste’ thing, would someone like Sarise really think all maids behave like what she read in her trashy romance novels? Maybe demons are different? I mused. Still, even if the majority of maids in this world don’t actually do naughty stuff with their masters, I have no complaints if Sarise wants to be that kind of a ‘maid’ for me. On the contrary, I would love to make all her fantasies come true! With all that said, I kept any ideas about actual proper maid behavior to myself for the time being.

When I pressed Sarise for further details, all the characters in those novels were adults, and she hadn't heard of any ‘stories’ like that that involved those under the age of majority. My demonic familiar assured me that involving minors in adult affairs was also taboo among Zaleckians. In fact, after I had turned her on with my ‘cleaning’ of her body last night, she apparently got rather concerned that she might have acted immorally in accepting my advances on her.

Thankfully, her God, Garem, actually came and talked with Sarise about her worries in a dream. I don’t know all of what they talked about, but I guess she was given the okay to let me ‘play’ with her, so long as she doesn’t instigate it while I’m still below the age of majority. Though Mona explained how the Child Protection Aura has no effect on me last night, Sarise seems to have been given the idea by Garem that it still does. In fact, she was told by the God of Chaos that it could be used to determine what kind of ‘games’ are safe for her to play with me.

I’m not sure if Garem somehow isn’t aware of my gift’s capabilities or if he said that to ease Sarise’s worries while keeping my true age a secret. Regardless, I guess I can consider this a free pass for me to do almost whatever I want with, and to, my devil. I still have to exercise some restraint, however, as I’m still planning on abstain from actually doing the deed until I turn 21. My ultimate goal is still to score one more upgrade to my Great Sage gift. I won’t be trying for anymore upgrades after this one, that’s for sure, I thought, there’s no way I’d make it …

As for what happened between Sarise and I this morning, my familiar didn’t have any sensual intentions when she began using the ‘Creamy Fantasy’ spell to feed me in my sleep. She was relieved after having all her fears cleared up by Lord Garem, however, which made her relax a bit too much. The feeding ended up feeling so good after she started that she lost herself in one of her fantasies and ‘enjoyed’ herself right next to me.

With that, I finally understood how we got into our current, very compromising, position. Thankfully, amazingly, no one had interrupted us even now, though the early hour no doubt helped. Then again, we partied pretty late last night, so that likely also helped us. God knows how my parents would have reacted if they walked in on us now. Undoubtedly it would have closed their case on what to do with Sarise without any further arguments.

On the bright side, I now know that Sarise, like most demons in general, aren’t oblivious about adult stuff like Melody is—not sure about other angels and Zaleesian familiars though. Not only that, but demonic culture has moral and ethical standards that I can agree with, at least when I take into consideration their magical Child-Protection Auras, that is. After all, its only counter is a gift that requires you to have an adult soul, so it is sufficient for protecting the truly youthful and innocent.

I was also very interested in how Sarise was able to produce her own milk anytime she wanted, and this time I wanted to get the whole experience while I was wide awake. It seemed my devil could also change her body to some extent too, which certainly had possibilities. Unlike in Melody’s case, where I accidentally manipulated her into thinking ‘fondling your body means I think you’re beautiful,’ Sarise seemed very much aware of her self-worth and mature appeal. She also knew she had to be mindful of who she enticed as well as how. Unlike my poor, innocent, angel, when my naughty devil acted in a sexy manner, it was very much on purpose, and for my benefit.

Normally, having a younger body, I would be off-limits for anything adult related with Sarise. After having things clarified and being given the okay by Garem, though, while there were still some restrictions, my demon could let herself go, mostly, and enjoy having her body played with by yours truly. Considering both last night when she agreed to keep these activities between us, as well as this morning’s feeding session, she’s clearly open to experiencing more adult activities with me. And I was more than happy to follow through on my promises to her while no one else was watching.

Finally finished with the explanation, Sarise profusely apologized for the awkward position her ‘carelessness’ put us in. It was hard to say if she really was that sorry, as the devil constantly moaned in between her apologies. Although I suppose that was more my fault than hers, as I never stopped playing with her watermelons. In fact, I noticed her tail had slid off the bed and was laying outside the covers, wagging with excitement. With everything now out in the open, I needed to make my stance clear and ease Sarise’s worries. So, after I collected my thoughts and stopped sucking on and playing with her milk buds, I looked up to Sarise from between her breasts and accepted her apology.

Sarise asked with widened eyes.

I shook my head,

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I said before placing a hand to my chest,

And I’m stopping myself here, I thought, finishing my telepathic monologue by popping a berry back into my mouth while I started groping Sarise’s other melon.

Sarise said, trying to look serious while simultaneously clutching my head to her chest in pleasure.

Sarise then gave me a brief lesson on Zaleckian culture and some of its main values, including what outsiders would likely find most jarring, their casual acts of both groping and full on adult fun as a part of everyday communication, even between strangers, whether they’re single or in a relationship with someone else. She brought this up because during her talk with Garem, in an effort to make her feel comfortable, the God of Chaos followed this cultural norm and felt her up. However, it seems Sarise’s Lord avoided touching her privates throughout the course of their talk, for some reason. In fact, he didn’t go any further than groping her rack, backside, and thighs.

It seemed Sarise knew how different the culture in Manara was from her own, which is why she was explaining this to me now. Maybe it was part of her training as a familiar to be aware of what practices should be avoided in our world, at least until their master gives them consent. Still, this revelation was really out of left-field for me.

I was stunned enough to stop my ‘feeding’ upon hearing it. On one hand, the culture sounded like an elaborated con designed to allow one to get away with cheating their partners. On Earth, you’d have to be either really oblivious or not invested in the relationship at all to actually buy into such behavior. On the other hand, this is a culture that consisted of Demons, not humans. These Demons didn’t just include Devils like Sarise, but Succubi and Incubi, who are depicted as the more lust-driven beings of Earth’s mythology. I could imagine them being polyamorous by nature and not sticking with just one partner. Demonic ‘marriages’ are probably more ‘open’ than what even ‘open marriages’ back on Earth would consider normal.

To top it all off, Sarise was touched by the Lord of her realm, Garem, the God of Chaos and the Heart. Being one of the highest authorities in existence, I imagine it wouldn’t be surprising to see his subjects going gaga over just being near him, like fans for their celebrity. Getting touched by him would be a bunch of notches above that. I wasn’t sure how normal it was for the subjects to return his gestures, but it sounded like Sarise tried to resist going very far due to her feelings for me, while also trying to not be rude to her Lord. That had to be difficult for her to accomplish, considering her position.

Moreover, Sarise prayed for his guidance, thinking she committed a wrong getting involved with my ‘adult play’ in the bath last night. She was worried that she did something bad to me, even though I was the one who initiated everything. This problem wouldn’t have occurred if I had kept my hands and magic to myself. Not to say it was totally my fault, but it seemed these were the consequences of my actions that I’d have to own up to. Even if I had told her everything was fine, my words wouldn’t hold as much weight as her superior’s, who was the same person who brought us together in the first place. Not to mention, it’s been barely a day since Sarise came to this world, so obviously, there’s a bunch of things we don’t know about each other, like what boundaries we shouldn’t cross.

On the other hand, Garem is the God of the Heart, so he probably did know just how far he should go, and what boundaries he shouldn’t cross, to keep both Sarise, and apparently me, happy. In the end, he was just doing what he had to to calm her down after I freaked her out. I wish he hadn’t needed to take it as far as he did, but it’s hard to blame him when he not only held back, but when that necessity was mainly my fault in the first place, I silently mused.

Sarise said,

<... When your Lord touched you, you didn’t feel anything for him then? Like you do for me?> I asked after some thought.

Sarise said, tightening her hold around me,

From how tight Sarise was holding me, how much her heart was racing in anxiety, and how much she was shivering, she seemed really serious about this. I think I could get that much. Her culture was still hard for me to wrap my head around, though. I’ve never heard of anything like it on Earth that could come close. I was normally an open-minded person when it comes to different cultures, but this seemed like something I’d need to learn more about from her as I got to know her better. My soul may have lived a long life while absorbing much knowledge, but it was severely lacking experience in social interactions and relationships, as well as what’s ‘normal’ in them, on both Earth as well as Manara. I had to admit that much to myself, so I shouldn’t bear a grudge or anger over something I’ve yet to even start understanding. My Devil was trying to meet me halfway, I should at least attempt to do the same. Especially since Sarise had no idea how old I really was on the inside too. There was one thing that I understood out of all this, though.

Sarise was mine.

It doesn’t look like she wants to let me go, and I am certainly not going to do so either. That knowledge fulfilled a part of me I wasn’t aware of, and everything else just seemed less important now. I sighed as I came to a conclusion in my mind. I guess so long as we both know how the other feels, I can let things lie for now and move on. It’s time to start planning our future together as more than just Master and Familiar … I thought.

I asked without looking up.

Sarise answered.

I asked, giving both of her melons a few squeezes.

Sarise answered through another moan.

I said before reaching down to cup and feel her posterior with one hand to make my point.

Sarise cooed in delight.

I could feel the shiver that ran down my devil’s spine from my caresses. It seems we both were enjoying this quite a lot.

I continued while working my devil’s body over as much as I could,

Still kneading Sarise with the hand gripping her backside, I reached up with the other and started petting her snow-white locks with a gentle smirk,

Sarise, surprised by my gesture at first, turned even redder than her natural skin tone as she averted her gaze.

she trailed off.

I was honestly surprised to find that you could even stutter through telepathy magic, but her thoughts seemed to be in such disarray that she was having problems conveying them coherently.

While I was confused by this reaction, I didn’t think too much of it as I finished giving my devil her head pat,

Sarise just smiled eagerly down at me, having no idea of the ‘games’ I had in store for us now that she was not just my familiar, but kinda my girlfriend too.