Alright.
Last time a tried I faltered and ended up with wholesome cuddling.
Let's try again.

Lucy and Inco demon jam bam thank you ma'am

Be Inco
After her admission last time, there hadn't been another date night with Lucy for a while
You had made it clear that you trusted her, that you didn't fear she was trying to entrap you in a crazy satanic ritual or anything like that
But you felt she was keeping her distance, or at least as much as someone living in your house and sleeping in your bed could anyway
But tonight something had changed
You had come home from working a late shift to find her not in her usual spot on the couch, but waiting for you just inside the front door
Oh hi Lucy. You need something?
"Hi Inky, welcome home."
Thanks...
There was an awkward silence as you both stood there for a moment
You with a slight feeling of confusion, while she stood with her eyes down and kicking at a mote of dust on the floor with one of her big ol' bunny feet
Well, I'm going to go grab a shower I guess
One of her small hands struck out at lightning speed, grabbing at your wrist and stopping you with a strength that still surprised you considering her size
"Wait... do you wanna, I dunno, do some stuff together tonight?"
You did stuff together every night, playing games, watching tv etc, but she never asked like this
Sure, what you have in mind?
"Oh, I was thinking of like... fun stuff, like couple stuff..."
Couple stuff?
She gave you an uncharacteristically shy smile, her little nose crinckling up cutely as she did
"Yeah... 'FUN' couple stuff."
Oh
Oh!
Yeah sure, I like the sound of that
Just let me clean myself up and I'm all yours
She gave a little hop into the air, one of her horns nearly poking a hole in the wall as she did
"Yes!" she replied as she landed, punctuating it with a small fist pump
"I'm going to get ready too, and then I'll meet you in the living room, 'kay?"
Alright great, it's a date
You wondered just what she had planned...

You went for your shower, trying to not waste any time and keep Lucy waiting, but making sure to wash off the stink of a long shift thoroughly
While you scrubbed, you heard a frustrated growl come from outside the door
Lucy? You ok?
"BHAA!"
Wut
"Inky! I can't find any red!"
Red?
"I can't get ready without the red!"
Red... oh
For the paint
She'd gone through your red printer ink very quickly and you were still saving up to replace the cartridge
If you'd asked I could have picked up something on the way home, but I don't think we've got anything in now that you could use...
The only response you got was more growling, and the worrying sounds of something heavy being dragged around
Then there was a yelp
Lucy?
"It's fine Inky!" she shouted back through the door
"I found something I can use!"
Oh good
What she could have found though eluded you for now
You didn't have any ink or paint laying around as far as you knew that she could have stumbled on
Alright, I'll be out soon
Finishing up as quickly as you could, you wrap a towel around yourself and head to the bedroom to get dressed
Except the door was shut tight
Lucy was apparently in there still getting ready
Going to be long Lucy? I need my clothes
There was a shuffling
"Won't be long Inky, so go wait in the living room."
Fine...
As you head for the couch you catch a glimpse of the kitchen through the door
All the cupboards were open, along with the fridge
She'd turned the place upside down looking for her 'red'
What she could have found though...
You didn't have anything like food colouring for baking or anything
Ketchup?
No that was still there and unmolested
With a shrug, you tidy up and head back to the living room
It wasn't long before you heard Lucy's voice come through from the bedroom
"Innnnkkkyyyyyyy!" she beckoned
"I'm reeeeaddyyyyy!"
Thought we were meeting in here?
"Come find me Innnkkkkyyyyyyyy..."
Oh dear

When you enter the bedroom, you finally manage to see just what Lucy had been getting ready
The room was lit by a flickering red glow, coming from a series of misshapen black candles placed haphazardly around the perimeter
Lucy herself was sitting in the middle of the bed upon the covers
It took you a moment as your eyes adjusted to the low light, but you soon realised that the demon hare wasn't wearing anything
She was completely naked
The only thing upon her dark furry body, was the series of lines and strange symbols she liked to decorate herself with in red
As she watched you staring, your mouth now agape, she smiled
Her sharp pointed fangs glittered in the twilight
"Like what you see Inky?"
You nod
Uhh so where did you get the paint?
It was the only question that occured as your mind tried to get back into gear
She sniggered, reached behind her back for something, and tossed it over to you
You caught it, and looked to see what it was
It was an empty jar, and the label said Strawberry Jam
You look back at Lucy, eyebrow raised
You used jam?
She giggled, licking a small blob of the stuff off of her finger
"I found some chilli sauce too, but I thought this might be more... fun."
Your poor bedsheets...
Dropping the jar, you advance on the bed
Lucy had laid back now, her big feet stretched out towards you as she lounged against the pillows
"I'm all sticky now Inky..." she said slowly, her eyes all big and innocent
"Can you help me get clean...?"
You smile
I could carry you over to the shower if you like?
Her expression became pouty
"Nope, shower's broken."
What?
I was just in there and-
She held up her hand
In it, she held the shower head
When did you even...
She snickered wickedly, then tossed the head out into the darkness somewhere
"Any other ideas on how I can get clean?" she asked playfully
Considering you now had repairs to do, a bucket of cold water came to mind

No, you'd think up some way of repaying this little fuzzy trickster for her destructive pranking later
For now, your attention was being held by another aspect of her
You were used by now to Lucy's scent
You shared a bed, after all
That subtle mix of her favourite shampoo, charcoal, a subtle touch of brimstone...
But now the room seemed to be swimming with the smell of her
It was stronger than normal, with an unfamiliar twang that you couldn't place
And strawberry
It was almost like incense
You inched forward, slowly climbing onto the bed and stopping at her feet
I can think of one way to get this sticky jam off of you...
She giggled, her eyes wide and bright
"Show me Inky..."
You gently pick up one of her feet, noticing that jam had been smeared across her big toes dying them red
You bring them to your mouth, then carefully and deliberately lick them clean
The demon hare giggled again, wriggling her toes in pleasure
"Ohhh that tickles."
You repeat the process with the other foot, and then begin to work your way up her leg with your tongue
Her giggles falter, turning instead to little huffs and moans
The smell of her seems to grow stronger as you find your way up her inner thigh, following the line of sweet jam like a roadmap for your mouth
Your thoughts are fuzzy now, scent-drunk on the little demon before you
You reach the end of the thigh road, and find yourself in a little valley of heat and wetness
The taste changes from strawberry to something very different, if her scent was the fragrance of her flower, then this was surely the nectar
You run your tongue through the moist and velvety lips of her, pleased as she responds by clutching tightly at your head
"I-Inkyyyy!" she moans breathlessly
But then you move on, returning to the jammy roadmap up to her navel
Don't want to peak too early
She moans again, but huffs too in frustration
"Inky... why'd you-
You catch her eye

Thought you wanted me to help 'clean' all this off so you aren't all sticky?
Her eyes narrow
"Yeah, but now you got me all riled up and I want to be a different type of sticky."
At this point, you were propping yourself over her on your hands, her legs beneath your chest
In another display of her demonic strength, she suddenly pulled her legs up and kicked
Both of her feet pushed up against your chest and sent you flying up and into the air
Your towel, up until now holding on heroically around your waist, flew off into the darkness
Just before you land face first onto the bed, you see Lucy smile evilly, and disappear like a shadow in the night
You come down with a crash upon the mattress, hearing a crack from the frame below
You turn over, unharmed but a little shocked
Then you see her
She's standing over you now, looking down on you devilishly with a gleam in her eye
Before you can move she's sat on your stomach
Logically, you should easily be able to throw off something of her size
But Lucy is not a being if logic
Right now she seems to be an entity of pure irresistible lust
She has you pinned
You can feel the heat coming off of her as she sits on your bare stomach
It pulses like some infernal heartbeat
She bends forward, touching her nose to yours and looking you right in the eye
"No more playing now Inky." she whispers
"I need it."
She scoots backwards a bit until she feels your rock hard member between her fuzzy cheeks
With a little huff she begins to wiggle on top of you, working your tip until it lines up with her waiting opening
Then with a shuddering little sigh, she pushes herself down
The heat is nearly unbearable at first
Like you had just shoved your junk into a hotpocket cooked in the depths of an active volcano
But it passed, replaced by the sensation of a needy little demon hare suddenly pumping herself up and down your length like you were a particularly bouncy space hopper

With little other choice, you grab hold of her bouncing hips and hold on for dear life
She speeds up, faster and faster as you struggle to process the sensations and critical warning messages shooting up to your brain from dick central
Lucy seems lost in her work, a mix of squeaks, moans, and nonsensical gibberish occasionally spilling from her mouth as she works you over
Your close now
You don't know what Lucy thinks about what comes next
She didn't wait for you to find a condom and she seems to be in no mood to stop to find one
She suddenly snaps her eyes open and looks down at you
Her expression is wild
Her eyes have gone completely black
The tips of both her horns have now sparked into little red flames
Her fingers are digging painfully into your chest
She's close too it seems
Then with a final wave of intense pleasure, you come
She thrusts down at the same time, completely bottoming herself out as she takes you all in
You can see a little bulge in her belly from where you have hit her deepest parts
She lets out a lingering moan, sinking claws painfully into your chest again and probably drawing blood
Then it's over, you are both spent
The jackalope collapses ontop of you, face planting into your chest and neck
A satisfied little groan giving way to a contented little snore
You lay there in the dark, still hilted in the demon, sheets sticky with jam, sweat, and other bodily fluids
You are sure you heard the legs of the bed frame give way a few minutes ago too
The shower is broken, you probably need to put a bandage or two on your chest and you will feel like hell tomorrow
You will probably be picking fur out of your teeth for a week at least
But for now, you hold your Lucy tightly and close your eyes
Tomorrow and it's problems can wait
Tonight, you just want to fall asleep with your demon hare
You will not be forgetting tonight for as long as you live, and probably for long after that too

End