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Zivah had spent the whole day preparing herself to confess her feelings for the head librarian. She knew she had to speak before something happened to make her lose her nerve forever. Ifran was a daemon, a spirit of the library taken shape, made of black ink. They could take any shape they desired, but usually held a humanoid form with a sort of long skirt that puddled on the floor, their glowing white eyes starkly contrasting with the rest.
“Ifran, I like, need to talk to you about something? If that’s okay?” She found herself twisting the rings on her fingers. The bright eyes turned to look at her, but she couldn’t look up at them, not without losing her ability to speak.

“This time I’ve spent here getting to know you, and like, working with you and stuff, I’ve really come to like hanging out with you. I like, told you this before, but I’m glad we’re like, friends.”
The blackness of their face betrayed no emotion, no body language signaled her as to how they were reacting, but Zivah pressed on.
“I um...so like, I’m not sure if it’s your thing or um, whatever, but I think I’d like to um,” she paused a moment to breathe “I think I’d like to get to know you more...like, romantically?” Zivah was absolutely mortified at the way her voice cracked on that last word.
Ifran stopped moving for a moment and Zivah’s heart sank. She had tried to prepare herself for rejection, but no amount of preparation can prevent heartbreak.
“Come with me.” they said softly, and moved off the main library and back toward the offices and apartments. Zivah followed, tears ready to flow, but unsure of what was actually going on. She followed Ifran as they glided smoothly across the floor toward a door Zivah had never been through. They pulled a small key from somewhere in their inky form and unlocked the door, gesturing for Zivah to go inside. She stepped in, still confused and apprehensive, but realising she hadn’t been rejected yet. Inside was a small bachelor suite, a large bed sat in one corner, piled with pillows and blankets, and the kitchenette had been converted to an ink-making area, the dining table covered in scraps of paper the inks had been tested on. Zivah was so fascinated by an ink that shimmered different colours depending on how you angled the paper that she didn’t notice Ifran had closed the door behind them and come up directly behind her until she felt their cool presence behind her. A hand rested on her shoulder and she was gently turned around to face the daemon. Ifran’s eyes were looking at her directly, in a way that made her feel like every thought she ever had was theirs for the reading. She opened her mind, not knowing if what she was thinking could be detected, but hoping it was, showing them both her affection and her naked desire. A cool, smooth hand slid down her cheek and she thought her knees might give out on her right there.
“From the first day I saw you, I was fascinated with you. Zivah, you have some unusual quality, something about you I cannot put in to words, and given my profession, this surprised me. I had romantic thoughts of you,”
Zivah’s knees started to give and she found herself carefully scooped up by Ifran’s ink, lifted closer to their face.
“But never did I dream these would be reciprocated.” the intensity of the thousand-voices made shivers run up Zivah’s spine.
“I totally like, didn’t expect to feel this way, I didn’t know if you’d even want me, since I’m not a daemon...” Zivah bit her lip, her lavender eyes focused on trying to read Ifran’s face.
“I had thought you could not want me for being a daemon. I know such romances are uncommon, it seemed to me they existed only in stories and fantasies. But I have lived many centuries, and I have had love in the past, it has never been with one such as you. If you would have me, darling, I am yours.”
Ifran had leaned in close, their body losing shape as they lost concentration, focused on Zivah, they were a large mass of ink on which Zivah was sitting, only a torso coming up out of it, and this whole mass shivered when Zivah wrapped her arms around them and kissed where she hoped their mouth would be. It took a few moments, but after a little awkward laughter, Ifran managed a humanoid face suitable for kissing her. They carried her up and on to the soft bed, laying her back on the mass of dark pillows and silky blankets. For a long time they simply kissed, trying different angles until they found something they enjoyed.
“You don’t have to like, make yourself human-ish for me. I want to know you as you are, I want to see you. I love the way you feel.” She slid her hands over their chest, enjoying the slick feeling of the ink. It seemed both free and contained, Ifran never leaked or dripped or stained, but it also seemed like the ink flowed freely, moving to where it was needed, not restrained by skin but by the fibres of magic. “I um, I’m like, weirdly turned on by you not being human, if that makes sense.” Zivah felt like her cheeks were burning as this confession tumbled out unfiltered. Ifran looked down at her on the bed and seemed to smile.
“I am equally intrigued by your body.”
Zivah felt herself get wet again at their confession.
“I shall have to remove your clothing in order to enjoy you properly.”
Zivah could only nod and whimper in anticipation. None of her fantasies had ever considered Ifran would be so ready and willing, she’d always assumed she’d need to seduce them, never that Ifran was just as horny for her as she was for them. She watched black, slick tentacles come forth from the mass of ink and work on the buttons, clasps and lacing that make up Zivah’s elaborate gothic outfits. Ifran took time pulling off each layer of her clothing and carefully placing it beside the bed, stopping to kiss and enjoy each part of skin he revealed. It took them a moment to undo her corset, and Ifran looked up to see Zivah’s eyes closed, moaning already at the soft and gentle touches of Ifran’s touch. Her panties were soaked through when he finally pulled them off, leaving her fully naked on their pile of pillows. They leaned back to look at her and she opened her eyes, reaching her hands up to them, spreading her legs eagerly, no longer afraid to show how badly she wanted, she needed to be fucked him them. Ifran might have been grinning as they looked her over. Four tentacles moved forth and wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms out to the side and her legs apart.
“I need you so bad, Ifran, please fuck me.” her voice was sultry, turning them on even more with the change from her usual bubbly affect. She was also submissive, impossibly turned on by the strips of ink wrapped around her, another change from her professional attitude. Ifran was pleasantly surprised by this, it had been a very long time since they’d last had sex. Sex with another daemon was a different matter entirely in some ways, since they could come together as magical beings and connect through that bond, but while Zivah was a magic user, she was a mortal being, and they would have to rely on the many romance novels they’d read to find a way to satisfy them both. Looking down at the squirming woman beneath them, her black-and-purple hair already falling out of its elaborate updo, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths, her pussy already wet with anticipation, Ifran unlocked the secret place they kept their feelings, and found themself incredibly horny. It was difficult to hold back, but Ifran wanted this moment to last as long as possible. They leaned down and kissed Zivah, but this time full of passion. Zivah reciprocated, her limbs struggling against the bonds in a delicious way, wanting to touch them and not being able to was both infurtiating and sexy, her hips kept pushing up against the cool mass of ink, but Ifran didn’t touch her pussy yet. Slowly they kissed her face, her neck, down one arm, gently sucking each of her fingers, then moving to the other arm. She cried out when they covered an ample breast in their mouth, and she came when Ifran’s mouth extended to cover both breasts, her nipples being gently teased as several tongues explored the skin around them. Ifran was emboldened by this orgasm, and the mouths moved to her stomach. She groaned in agony as Ifran’s mouths moved past her pussy and explored her legs, the tentacles still holding all her limbs down as she writhed in the bed. Ifran took their time, expanding their mass to wrap Zivah in their body, but leaving her pussy free, tongues and lips on every part of her. She very nearly came again when suddenly the ink was there on her soaking wet lips, pushing her open, a thick tongue sliding inside her. She screamed with pleasure and Ifran, no more able to control themself, began to practically devour her. They produced several tongues to tease her clit, her lips, one sliding inside her and licking her from the inside. It took no time for Zivah to orgasm again, and again, and again as Ifran’s inky mass smothered her pussy, the daemon having completely given up on keeping any kind of form, now they were only a blob of blackness, parts of them still holding on to Zivah’s limbs, the rest between her legs. A few more tentacle-tongues spread upwards over her body and over her breasts, one penis-shaped one sliding into her mouth. She took this hungrily, her pierced tongue sliding all over, taking as much of it in to her throat as she could. Ifran’s attention was momentarily taken by this action, sighing with pleasure at the machinations of her tongue, and it wasn’t long before they had their first orgasm in...a very long time. The penis-shaped tentacle swelled and then exploded in Zivah’s mouth but she held on, the inky cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. Ifran pulled it out slowly, fascinated by her licking it up, watching her with their shining eyes, her teeth and lips stained black with Ifran’s ink.
“You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever met.” Their voice was deeper than usual, with more feeling than Zivah had ever heard them express. She smiled, her hips pressing up against their bulk.
“You’re the most brilliant and sexy daemon I’ve ever met.” Their eyes met and they lingered a moment, both wondering if there could be anything more between them than this incredible sex. If there was, it would have to wait, they were both grinding against each other, desperate for more, all thoughts of the outside world were gone, there was only this small room and this bed and their heat. Zivah gasped as Ifran slid another tentacle inside her, moving it slowly in and out.
“Fuck, that feels amazing, don’t stop, please, fuck me harder.” she moaned, but Ifran continued to tease, holding her limbs, their eyes locked, using only a small tentacle inside her to get her worked up.
“Fuck me, please, Ifran, fuck me hard, fuck me until I can’t walk, fuck me until I see stars. Please.” she begged, tugging against her restraints, her pussy dripping wet, staining the silk sheets, but Ifran only held her gaze, the one tentacle still teasing inside her.
“Please fuck me, please-AHHHH” she lost control as the piece of Ifran inside her suddenly swelled and they began fucking her in earnest, the tentacle now filling her entire pussy. The restraints slipped and she wrapped her arms and legs around the inky mass that was fucking her. Ifran raised her hips and created a support under her so they could get a better angle and Zivah started to orgasm again. Ifran didn’t stop, tendrils of them sliding over Zivah’s skin, more tongues and mouths and tentacles slid over her and her orgasm intensified from a feeling to an experience. She’d never had a long-term romantic partner, she’d messed around with some people while at university, but the orgasms she was currently experiencing made her past sexual experiences pale in comparison. Apparently it wasn’t humans that really turned her on. She’d been surprised when she’d started fantasing about Ifran, even more so when the desire turned to a near-obsession and she couldn’t stop thinking about it, and now being here with them, having them inside her, it felt perfectly natural. She came again when she felt the tongue in her ass, and again when another tongue started on her clit, all the while the huge cock-like part of them was sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Zivah didn’t think her body was capable of such pleasure, and thought if this was somehow the way she died, that would be just fine. She was flipped over, Ifran’s mass holding her ass up and her face down, and Ifran fucked her with such power she thought she might be driven straight through the mattress and into the floor. Ifran’s body spread until it covered every part of her, leaving only a small space for her to breathe, but she wasn’t afraid. It felt incredible to be surrounded by Ifran on the outside and inside her, for they’d not stopped fucking her. She kissed and licked at the parts of them she could reach and a part of Ifran next to her mouth shaped itself into a pussy shape. She slid her tongue in to it, feeling around, licking at it with as much passion as Ifran was putting in to her. She heard them moan, a long and deep sound, and felt more ink slide over her tongue as she ate them, the giant cock still deep inside her.
They came together, Zivah’s pussy dripping with both their juices as Ifran came both inside her pussy and her mouth at the same time and they finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Slowly, Ifran collected all the parts of themself back into a whole body, stretching out beside their lover. Zivah rolled to her side, looking up at Ifran’s glowing eyes with wonder and appreciation. It was a little while before she could slow her breathing and collect herself to speak.
“I’ve literally never had sex that good...ever.” she mumbled into Ifran’s shape, wrapping her arms around them.
“I lost myself in you.” Ifran’s voice came from under her breast, the words making her shiver. “You are even more beautiful here in my bed.” they wiped an ink stain from her chin, another from inside her legs “Covered in me.”
“Ifran, I-” a kiss cut her off.
“We will discuss the particulars of our relationship soon, my darling, but for now I want only to hold you, to enjoy you. I want only this moment, and for it not to end.”
They lay there for some time, touching each other softly.
“You know, we still have a little time before we have to join Liwan for dinner...” she coaxed.
“You are all I want to eat.”
Zivah laughed, laying back and spreading her legs for them. “I’m all yours, lover.”

If any of their friends noticed that night at dinner that Zivah and Ifran sat very close together, or that there was still a small ink stain on the corner of her mouth, or that they went home together, walking a surprisingly perky upholstered skeletal horse, they said nothing.