Felix the Demon: Part Two (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

There is some sort of illness going through the town, and I’ve had many people come in wanting medicine for their children, something to ease a cough or help them sleep. Felix and I haven’t had a moment to finish our conversation, and I’ve had to close down the storefront so I can have enough time to make more of the needed medicine for tomorrow.

“Aren’t you going to bed?” Felix asks.

The corner just outside the recovery room is where I prepare and make my medicines. I was sure he was asleep, but I guess my light must have woken him. “Soon. I just have to finish these.”

Felix wobbles to the door with a strange look in his eye. “It’s so late it’s early,” he grumbles. “What on earth could take that long?”

“I’m just getting the medicines ready so I don’t have to make them on the spot. People get testy when I have to do that.” I reach for another bottle, filling it with the handmade capsules. “I’ll probably have to make a whole new batch of that balm tomorrow, too, so be prepared to inhale eucalyptus fumes all day.”

Felix takes my hand and pulls it away. “You should sleep. Who cares if someone gets pissy waiting for a medicine they need? They need it, so they’ll wait for it.”

I frown at him. “Would you want to wait for something you needed?”

Felix smirks and arches a brow. I sniff and yank my hand back. “You don’t need that.” I turn back to the table, and Felix stands directly behind me. His arms come up on either side of me, and his hands slide down my arms while his body presses very close to mine. “What are you doing?”

“Finding balance,” Felix says with a smug laugh. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“If that was all you were doing, I wouldn’t mind it at all. But I can’t help but feel you have an ulterior motive.” I fill another bottle and seal it.

Felix’s body is causing warmth to spread out from my core, heating me to a smoldering coal. I bite my lip to keep my focus on filling the bottles, but I’m sleepy and susceptible to following whatever my body wants, no matter what my mind is trying to argue. “Come on, put the jars away.” Felix’s hands easily sweep aside the work I’m doing. “You can finish in the morning. I’ll be up too to help.”

“You’re up now,” I murmur.

“But not willing.” Felix easily pulls me aside into the recovery room.

“Felix,” I huff, attempting to argue.

He cuts me off, placing a finger before his lips to shush me. “Just lie down. Morning is closer than you’re aware.” He puts me in his bed, then crawls in beside me.

“What are you angling at?” I grump.

“Sleep.” Felix’s arm drapes over me, and that warmth radiates through my body again. “I was sick of seeing that light outside the door.”

“I could have gone to my own bed,” I pout.

Felix yawns and chuckles. “Then go.”

I look towards the door, but in the dark it seems so far away. I let my body sink into the bed and Felix’s embrace, and his arm sags and grows heavier as he drifts to sleep. I feel his breath against my neck, his skin against my arm. I fade away as well, slipping deeper into the warmth and darkness.

I wake to the howling wind beating against the sides of the house, rattling tree branches to scrape along the windows. I slowly stir, opening my eyes to the gray light of morning. I blink a few times, almost gasping when I don’t recognize where I am. Then I remember I fell asleep with Felix in the recovery room, and sink back into the bed.

The wind sounds angry, tossing up everything to make it rattle, shake, and moan. I close my eyes, waiting for the sound of rain to follow it and create a symphony on the tin roof. Felix’s arm tightens around me, and a low moan escapes his throat. I wait for him to move or release me so I can get up, but until his arm lifts I am trapped here with him.

I touch his leg where the velvety skin meets with smooth pebble-like scales. He rolls closer to me, nearly pinning me down. His warmth is nice, and the scent of him on the pillows is also welcome. The rain comes, tinkling along the tin as it falls. Felix moans directly into my ear. His body shifts, and his arm locks around me. I would say I felt trapped, but I don’t. I suppose I feel secure, safe even? The wind and the rain and his warm embrace give me comfort and a sense of security.

“You smell so good,” Felix murmurs against my ear.

I twitch, and every hair on my body stands on end. I hold my breath as his lips drag against my skin. His tongue brushes my ear, sending shockwaves through my limbs and making my toes tingle. “You grew so warm all of a sudden,” he chuckles quietly.

I bite down on my lip. “I take it you’re awake.”

Felix laughs again then drags his lips over my neck. He buries his nose in my hair and takes a deep breath, then gifts me another seductive moan. “Even in my dreams I never woke to something like this,” he purrs into my ear again.

“And what are you going to do about it?” I wiggle my rear, pressing it firmly into his lap. “Just talk?”

Felix’s lips parted against my ear. I feel his tongue first, then the sharp points of his teeth as he bites down on the lobe. I whimper at the feeling, squeezing my thighs together as the heat turns into a tight tension.

“I can talk, If you want me to.” His hand finds its way under my shirt, touching my belly, sneaking up further until his fingers brush just under my bosom. “How about I tell you what I dreamed last night?” His other hand strokes down the side of my hip. “I found a statue in a garden that was all alone. She was covered by vines and moss, and she had her arms extended. I took her hands and stood beside her, wiping away the plants until her bare breasts were exposed. I kissed them until the stone grew warm and her hands came to rest on my head.” His hand slides up and his fingers curled around my breast. He squeezes gently, and I tremble as the sharp point of his nail digs into my nipple. Felix sighs into my ear. “I parted the vines around her legs, finding her thighs were open. She wanted to be touched, to be lavished in affection. I placed my lips upon her mound while my fingers explored between her thighs. The stone trembled as the statue pushed me deeper.” His fingers slip between my legs and knead me through my clothes. He moans again, and I grow weak. “I made her vibrate with my lips and my tongue. I made her come. I tasted the nectar that flowed from her sweet walls, and I made her come again to hear her scream.”

“Felix,” I gasp for breath.

“I want to make you come with my name upon your lips… Ihai.” It’s  the first time he’s said my name. He always called me Doc. I turn my head, kissing him hungrily as his hands torture me. He kisses back, biting, sighing. He pulls down my trousers and grunts with need, pressing himself against my rump. I feel heat there, an urgency. He pulls up my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. His fingers slip back between my thighs, touching me, coaxing me. I bury my face into the pillow, whimpering as his touch finds my weakest point.

“Do you want me to taste you?” Felix whispers. “Do you want me inside?” He moans again and presses himself tighter against me. “Tell me your desires, and I will feed them with my body.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this., at least by someone else. My body is starving for it and it isn’t picky about how this affection is to be given. I take my leg and wrap it around his hip, locking him in place. “Oh fuck,” Felix growls. His fingers glide across my mound, rubbing the swollen labia. “You’re exciting me too much,” he laughs.

“Look who's talking,” I pant. I kiss him again, losing my breath for a moment. “My head is spinning.”

Felix chuckles smugly as his fingers slide inside me, his thumb is left rubbing my clit. I cry out and he places his other hand around my neck. “You’re quivering around my fingers, tightening each time I move my thumb,” he moans. “You’re making my cock drool.”

“You think that’s sexy?” I can barely catch my breath.

Felix kisses and nuzzles into the curve of my neck. “Does it matter now? All I want now is permission.”

I nod weakly. “Take me. I beg you.”

He sighs, lips against my cheek. “Say it again.”

“Take me,” I bleat. “Fuck me, Felix!”

Felix chuckles, turning my head to kiss me again. His fingers leave my cunt and his palm cups around it. “I don’t plan to fuck you,” he moans. “I plan to enjoy you.”

I shiver all over. Felix’s hand moves away and his prick rubs against my vulva, sliding against my inner thigh. There’s ridges along the top and the head feels pointed.

“Take me, Ihai.” He plants the glans inside, slowly moving his hips to inch himself deeper. He’s thick, stretching me open so he can fit snugly inside. “You feel so amazing,” he breathes. “Perfect. Like I was made for you.”

“Don’t be so goofy,” I mewl. There’s drool on my lip.

Felix laughs, then kisses my neck and cheek. “I wish my tail didn’t ache so much, or I would so love to see you on top of me.”

“Felix, just move,” I whine.

“Oh,” his hand rests on my leg wrapped around his. “Like this?” He thrusts deeper inside so there is no doubt I am full of him. I cry out, pressing my head into his shoulder. He pulls out then thrusts back inside before pulling back out again.

“Felix!” I cry out.

He throws me over, laying me on my stomach as he mounts me from behind. He eases back into place easily, arching my hips off the bed. He drives himself deeply inside me, letting my moan and whimper into the pillow. “That’s it.” Felix takes hold of my hair, curling it around his fingers until I have to raise my head. “Good, Ihai,” he moans.

The tug of my hair, his one hand gripping hard around my thigh, all feels so good. His body, his touch, even his voice sensually fills me with pleasure. “Harder,” I whimper.

Felix’s hips grant my request. “Harder?”

“Harder!” I cry out.

He pulls my hair tighter, lifting me up and holding me around the waist. He looks down at me, grinning then kissing me. He thrusts into me, shaking me and the bed. My thighs are trembling, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last. I can’t breathe without a moan escaping me, my cries reverberating through the room.

“Come,” Felix growls into my ear. “I know you want to. Come on me. Come for me.” He licks my cheek. “Let me feel you.”

I’m not sure why his words work so well, but only seconds later I give into Felix. My body erupts. His hand wraps around my mouth to cover my cries, and he lays me back down upon the bed as his release spills over my thighs and belly. I even feel it splash against my lips as he shakes and pants above me, his eyes hazy and clouded.

“Felix.” I stretch my arm out to him.

He eases down, kissing me and stroking my body, and nuzzles his head against my breasts. “I have wanted you for so long,” he confesses.

“Shh. Be quiet.” I stroke the fleshy, hair-like tendrils at the back of his head and smile. “For the moment, I want to be quiet.”

And it is quiet, for about two seconds. “Hello? Doctor? Are you here?”

Felix starts up. “I’m going to kill him!”

“No!” I push him back onto the bed and stand up. “I’ll be there in a moment! Please be patient.” I gather up my clothes, slapping them on me in a hurry so I can go to the front. “I knew it would start early.”

Felix pouts from the bed. “Lock the doors.”

I smile back at him. “Not today. But later.” I kiss him softly, leave the room and don’t leave the front until later that afternoon. I was right - there is an illness going around. I have to make another batch of medicine, which Felix helps me wrap up. I also start a new batch of the eucalyptus balm, which has the whole house filled with the fumes. I keep the door open to air it out, but my eyes still sting throughout the day. Even with the rain and wind, patients still keep coming. I’m a little bitter that I can’t enjoy the afterglow of my morning, or even take a bath, but that’s life.

Once it begins to get dark, I know I can close shop. I lock the door and go back to find Felix in the kitchen. “That should be it for the day,” I sigh. “Hopefully.”

He turns from the stove, wiping his hands. “You look tired.”

“I feel tired.” I sit down at the table. “I just want a hot bath.”

Felix stands behind me, rubbing my shoulders. “Go take one, then.”

I moan softly. “That feels nice.”

His fingers knead deeper, inching down my back. “Should I go harder?”

I turn and smirk up at him while he grins. “You should take a bath, too. I don’t think you’ve had once since you got here.”

“How about we share, then?” Felix purrs into my ear. “To conserve water.”

I tilt my head back, meeting his surprisingly tender kiss. “It’ll be good to soak your tail.” Felix smirks, and I put my hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it or I’ll smack you.”

In the tub, I lay my back against Felix. The tub is huge for me, but for him it’s quite cramped. His legs are pulled up and his tail is draped over the back, but it’s nice to be so close to him. “Let's go to my bedroom tonight,” I tell him. “My bed is bigger and much nicer than those in the recovery room.”

“Ready already?” he chuckles.

“Maybe so,” I tease. “You’re pretty good, after all.”

Felix moans into my ear. “You know how I feel.” He runs water down my back then smooths his palms along my arms. “It took all of my power not to come until you did, let alone to pull out.”

I bite my lip and giggle. “If you hadn’t, I would have made you clean me out.” I turn around, kissing him and pressing my chest to his. “So remember all the extra work if you do that later.”

Felix groans and shudders. “Promise?”

I kiss him again, and his hands lock around my hips. I pull back, looking into his eyes as I stroke some droplets from his face. “I do like you. You know that, right?”

Felix nods. “I like you very much. I always have. Being with you like this answers a few of my dreams.” He runs his fingers through my wet hair and cups my cheek. “Touching you, kissing you, making that smile appear - I’ve always wanted that.”

“Why did you never say anything?” I ask.

Felix shrugs. “It’s what a fool does.” He rises from the tub and steps out. “Let me brush your hair before we go to bed.”

My heart skips a beat. Those are probably the most romantic words I’ve ever heard. I follow Felix out of the bath and sit down while he takes care of my hair. It’s so long that it takes me ages to brush and take care of it when I wash it. Having him do it feels almost like a luxury. When he’s done, he even braids it. “Thank you,” I say softly.

“Another dream.” He kisses the top of my head.

I take him to my room and light a candle. “How does your tail feel?” I ask.

“It feels pretty good.” he answers. “Not as sore anymore.”

“Would you still like a massage?”

His eyes brighten and he nods. “Yes, please.” He lies on his stomach, letting me climb on top of him. I kiss down his back, making him shiver. “It tickles,” he snickers.

I kiss again, and a moan escapes him. I knead into his sides, gliding my palms down his broad back. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” he breathes.

“Good.” I massage him some more, but once I notice him begin to yawn I move and lie down beside him. He snuggles up to me, resting his head upon my breast again.

“When I get my balance back, I’ll try to help fix that chicken coop,” he says. “I also noticed a few floorboards loose in the recovery room.”

“You don’t need to find excuses to come around. Just get injured like usual,” I tease.

Felix laughs. “I may have to stay a few days to fix the floor, you know?” He lifts his head, kissing me softly. “If you’re not busy, I may get distracted.”

I kiss him back as he moves on top of me. “What could possibly distract you?”

“A beautiful woman.” He glides his thumb across my bottom lip. “One that’s pear-shaped and kind, even if she comes off as cold.” Felix smiles lovingly down at me, making my heart feel faint. “I know how warm she really is.”

“Felix,” I murmur weakly.

“Ihai, I want you.”

I nod to him and he lowers himself, kissing me and touching me until the heat grows between us again. I look into his eyes, breathing steadily to keep from getting lost in his gaze. I smile dreamily, holding his face between my palms as I feel him move me.

“Ihai,” Felix moans.

“Go ahead. Enjoy me.” I wrap my arms around him, gazing into his eyes. Felix’s smile grows, and he presses his forehead to mine. “What is it?”

“I just want to remember this feeling,” he says softly. “The way you look in the candlelight, the way your voice sounds. I can’t believe this is real.”

I kiss him, and we move together. His body joins mine and I press myself into his. Felix was made for me, he said so himself, and it feels like it when he’s inside. There is no urgency like this morning, no desperation. I feel nervous, but he kisses it away. He makes me feel wonderful and so sweet. I fall asleep in Felix’s arms, cradled by his strength and gentleness. I want to stay awake as long as possible to savour it, but unfortunately I’m pulled under by exhaustion. It’s not until morning that I realize how happy I am. I wake to kiss Felix, to snuggle into his chest, and breathe in a new day washed clean by the rain.