Performer Notes: Character might be of noble blood - from the demon realm. Starts off haughty and cutely arrogant, but becomes more cute and adorkable as the script goes on.

Concept and commission by the discerning Captain CC. Whom I sincerely hope incorporates this character into a D&D game someday :P

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Wordcount: 1,303

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Oh, *my*-god, why is the human realm so cold? Seriously, I would’ve never come up here if I knew people could die from *temperature*.

…and the lack of fire. I mean, what the hell? In The Pit, if I wanted fire, I could just find some brimstone bush or pyroclast gouts. But up here it’s just soggy meadows and rain everywhere. [Frustrated] And wet wood that refuses to catch.

And my toes. Oh god, my poor, numb toes. Is this what humans call “frostbite”? This is so pathetic. I’m sent to twist the minds of mortals and spread darkness and despair...and can’t keep my teeth from chattering or walk without limping.

[Mumbling] Hmmmm. I can still wiggle my toes, and they’re not black yet. Does frost actually “bite”? Or is that just another quaint mortal saying?

[SFX: Branch Snap]

Who’s there?

Come out! It isn’t wise to sneak up on a demon.

[To Self] Or half-demon...ish.

I may not be able to start a campfire, but I can scald your skin with boils that will last thirty years.

You? I recognize you from the tavern back in Fernvale. I thought you were just, like, a small-town guard or something. I wouldn’t have thought you the demon-hunter type - to follow me all the way into the marsh. You must be desperate to try collecting the bounty on an infernal.

[Dangerous Tone] Or very foolish.

Well, come on. I may not be able to walk properly, but I can still send you packing with a few new scars to show your friends.

[Pause]

I look cold?

Of course I look cold. I’m goddamn freezing! And if I were a full demon, I could spit fire onto these rotten logs and be warm enough to travel. But here I am, shivering in front of a bumpkin. So are you going to try to collect my horns, or what?

Small? My horns are *not* small! They’re petite. And they’re perfectly normal size for a half-blood.

[Curious] Wait...what are you doing?

[SFX: Fire Fwoosh!]

[Cheery] The fire! Oh, it’s so warm! What was that? Alcohol? Oil? Whatever - it’s finally warm!

You’re sitting? Mortal, why are you sitting? I thought this was a battle? Unless this is some sort of...seated combat. In which case, I’ll participate. Especially near the fire.

So, are you some sort of warrior with a code? You won’t slay a demon-girl unless I’m properly rested?

Help me? Why would you help me?

Yes, I’m in pain. My feet are about to freeze off from what I can only assume is frostbite. I’ll probably lose both of my feet. A few toes, at minimum.

[Surprised] Check them for me? You want to check my feet?

Mortal, since you were kind enough to get the fire going, I’ll give you fair warning. Do you know why you were sent to collect my horns? It’s because my - [Clear Throat] - *musk*, was considered a demonic attack. *Apparently* when I took off my shoes, those humans in the tavern lost consciousness. Naturally, I assumed it was their mortal intolerance for alcohols and poisons. Long story short, I’m doing you a favor by *oooh*! -

[Surprised Shout]

Mortal, I’ll admit, having your hands on my feet is rather...[Shiver]...nice. Especially with how warm your hands are. But aren’t you revolted? Your eyes aren’t rolling back. I guess it could be a delayed reaction on your part - like walking away after a snakebite.

[Moan]

No...no I won’t stop you from rubbing them. But again, you surprise me with your resilience to their, uhm, *aroma*.

[Embarrassed] It’s not that I’m embarrassed! I just...know what I’m capable of, and I thought I would give you fair warning. Your village temple even kicked me out, you know that? Not for being an infernal. Oh no - they offer their holy blessing to everyone. Everyone except me. Because, they claim, the flowers on the temple steps withered at my feet. [Snort]

My footwraps? No. You shouldn’t untie them. I think my feet are plenty warm now, thank you.

Wait! Don’t you find them repulsive? Human, I’ve gagged men’s mouths and noses with my footwraps as torture. Bandits have bared their souls and cried for their mothers with that smell in their sinuses. And you’re...*sniffing* them?

[Moan]

Oh...I didn’t expect you to use your tongue. Having my toes in your mouth after this bitter cold. It’s so...

[Moan]

Fuck...human...your tongue feels so nice, licking everything. Warming *everywhere*. Yes...yes please. You can press the soles of my feet to your cheeks and face. [Giggle] You know, I did this to a man who sold me a sick horse. He passed out from what he called my ‘funk’ - having my ruby-red feet under his nose. Then I took the horse anyway.

Where’s the horse I stole? First of all, I didn’t “steal” him. I was given a bad deal. Secondly, he was sick, like I said. He just...sorta...collapsed after two days in the saddle.

[Sheepish, Quiet] Two days of riding barefoot, after my boots were stolen at your tavern.

But you...you enjoy my strange smell? You certainly seem to. With how wild you’re using that tongue of yours.

[Gasp]

Even when I grip your cheeks with my toes - [Gasp] - you just lick between my arches even more, and draw another whiff of my feet. Greedily sniffing them like they’re perfumed.

[Moan]

Fuck, human, that’ feels so good. I’m getting warm and tingly all over. And with my feet all slick and warm with spit...maybe I could do something for you, too? To thank you for saving me from what you mortals call “Frost Bite?”

Here, undo your belt.

Why? [Laugh] Because the human cock is the warmest thing in nature. And I would *love* to feel that hard, hot erection between my feet.

[SFX: Footjob Starts]

Ooooh, fuck. Fuck. Human, this is so nice.

Yes, I’m fingering myself too. But don’t think it’s anything to do with you, or how hot and delicious your cock feels between my soles. I’m just doing this to get warm.

[Moan] And it feels *so* warm, gripping your cock with my toes.

[SFX: Pace Quickens]

Fuck, human, yes. Yes! Do my feet smell stronger, now that they’re warm and wet in your lap? Pumping up and down?

There! Oh, human, I can feel you twitching between my feet. Even for a demon, that twitching - that’s the universal sign for “please, I’m about to cum.”

You know what? [Whisper] So am I.

[Pace Quickens Again - Nearly There]

Please, human, don’t let me get cold. Wrap your hands around my feet. Press them together as you fuck them. Fuck my arches like a red little foot-pussy. Keep going, human. Please. More.

Oh, human, you have no idea what this is doing to me. As a demon, seeing a man at my feet, overcome by pleasure...[Moan] Fuck, it’s so good.

Fuck (x3) - Right there. Blend our scents together. Make my toes slick and hot. Do it. Do it, human.

...Fuck. Are you cumming?! Good. You want my feet so b ad? *Here*, human! *Now* you may cum. [Slow Purr] Do it while you smell...my...feet.

Cum now, with my toes gently squeezing your nose.

Please...(x3)

[SFX: Orgasm]

[Heavy Breathing]

Fuck, human. That was just, so...[Soft Moan]

Obviously I’m going to need you to accompany me to the next town.

Do you even have to ask why? It’s because you’re the only mortal who can withstand the effects of my musk. And I’ll need you to check my feet for frostbite. Regularly.

It’s only 40 degrees out? Human, I don’t know what you mean. Now, try not to wriggle too much.

[Yawn, Stretch, Speaking Slowly, Amused] I need to warm my *smelly feet* in your lap a bit more.