Tiefling Boyfriend: Chicory (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

For a while now you’ve made your living working as a housekeeper. You’ve worked for a few people as a maid, but the last family you worked for has decided to move and not take you with them. It feels like a slap in the face, considering all you’ve done for this family, and the abandonment still hurts quite a bit. So you take a new job at a tavern.

On a particularly slow evening, you and one of the other barmaids are enjoying hot cider. There aren’t many other patrons in the bar, so you can relax while they finish their drinks.

There is a tiefling in the bar that evening, who came in earlier and has been sitting at his table with some books while he drinks. He’s talking to himself, mumbling and fidgeting with the strange goggles over his eyes. “Chicory Copperhearth,” your friend whispers to you. “Works for Lord Nictis up in that tower keep.”

You furrow your brow. “The one that’s always smoking?”

She nods. “I’ve seen him in here a few times, always chattering on about something. I try not to get into his line of sight.”

You glance over at Chicory at his table, writing things down while he reads at the same time. “What does Lord Nictis hire him for?”

She shakes her head. “He claims to be an inventor, but why he’s working for Lord Nictis, I’m not sure.”

As you watch, Chicory knocks some papers off his table without even noticing. “I'll be right back,” you tell your friend

“You’ll regret it,” she sings.

Approaching Chicory’s table, you pick up the pages he dropped. There are sketches as well as notes written in a language you can’t decipher. “Excuse me, sir - you dropped these on the floor.”

He looks up, eyes magnified by the thick goggles he’s wearing. You flinch, a bit frightened by his appearance. As he lifts up the goggles, his hair comes free and his eyes look sharp and angled. His skin is a dusky maroon, and his hair falls pure white around his face in matted, unbrushed curls. His horns curl from the back of his head and towards his forehead, looking almost like a halo. “Hello, there! Thank you! Thank you!” He takes the papers and heartily shakes your hand. “You’re a new face! Then again, you could be an old face for all I know. Hello there!” He shakes your hand continuously. “Would you like to see something?”

“Hi. And, uh, sure.” You don’t have much room to speak.

Chicory releases you and pulls a cup from his bag. “This is something I’ve been working on. It may not seem like much, but I think it is going to be all the rage!” He takes his half-full stein and dumps the contents into the mug, but once the beer is inside, it vanishes.

You look under the table in case he spilled it, then look back up. “How did you do that?”

Chicory holds up the mug, and you can see his hands through it. “Now watch this.” He tips the mug to drink, and the beer magically appears.

You stare in awe, and even as he sets the mug down the beer vanishes again. “How are you doing this? Where is the beer going?”

Chicory is grinning from ear to ear, and you can see one of his fangs is gold. “It isn’t magic, if that is what you are thinking. It’s merely a trick.” He picks up the mug. “The bottom here is false, and all the beer goes through here, then reappears inside the false glass walls.”

You furrow your brow. “What is such a thing for, though?”

“She asks what it is for.” Chicory says to no one. “She asks me what such a marvelous trick of design and hard work is for!” He sets the mug down and plops back into his seat. “I have no idea what it is for!” He runs his fingers through his unkempt hair. It’s a wonder that his fingers do not get trapped inside the rat’s nest of knots.

You suddenly feel guilty. “So what did you make it for?”

“I thought it would be funny,” Chicory says simply. “A neat little trick to throw around at parties. But it has no real-world uses. No practical purpose other than being a cup.” He sighs heavily. “That’s all my ideas are! All my creations are fun in my head, but when made real I have no idea what possible use they could be!”

“Well...” You feel bad for questioning him now. You should have played along and acted impressed. “Maybe it has no practical use, but you know, it could have some use as a toy.”

Chicory glances up at you, bright yellow eyes wide.

“Like...” You struggle to think of something. You think of the little girls you took care of at your last house. They used to play house with their dolls all the time, and the dolls always wound up filthy from the play, especially when the girls tried to give them bottles or food.  “I’m sure lots of kids would find it funny! And if girls wanted to play with their dolls and give them a bottle! That little disappearing trick would let them pretend without a mess.”

His eyes light up further, and his expression becomes wide with awe. “A toy? For children to play pretend.” His smile grows as he looks at you. “That’s brilliant! It isn’t practical at all, but perhaps that is where I failed to think.” He stands again and grabs your hands, clasping them tight. “That was brilliant! I could use your help more often!”

“I was just lucky this time!” You chuckle nervously. “It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. I doubt I could do it again.”

His bright and excited grin is rather handsome. “Lightning rarely strikes in the same spot twice, but when you are the bolt of lightning you don’t need to stay in the same spot to be brilliant!”

Your heart swells into your throat, making your tongue feel trapped and useless. “I, uh... You… I wouldn’t...”

He takes your hand and plants a firm kiss on your knuckles. “I could use lightning in my laboratory,” he says brightly. “I haven’t found a way to capture it, but I could certainly hire it to assist me in my work.”

“Oh! Don’t put so much confidence in me! I’m just a housekeeper, a barmaid!”

His expression is only blank for the briefest moment before he breaks into a smile again. “I need that, too!”

You try to swallow your heart again. “I, uh...”

“I can pay you handsomely. I know right now the tower is in a horrible state, but there is a floor that has not been used or touched since I moved in, and you could live there! It would be so wonderful to have company about the place! My animals are absolutely darling, but they offer nothing in the conversation department, no matter how hard I try.”

“Let me think about it,” you offer.

Chicory beams and nods. “Take this, then.” He places a heavy iron key in your hand. “When you’re ready to give me an answer, come to the tower and let yourself in, good news or bad. I hardly ever hear the door, so this works out best.”

“You’re not worried I’d steal anything?”

He puts his magnifying goggles back on. “Nothing that I have is worth anything to anyone else.”

You think on his offer through the night, and by morning you’re ready to give him an answer. You said you wouldn’t work for a family again, but this isn’t a family. He’s just a man in a tower. You take the journey up the hill to his keep, and use the iron key to let yourself inside. When you open the door, everything inside is dark. Thick curtains cover the windows, and there is a musty smell in the enclosed space. You shut the door behind you and make your way towards a window.

“Hello?” you call out. “Master Copperhearth?” You open a curtain, letting in the sunlight. A swarm of cats comes from the shadows, all of them yowling and mewling, trying to fit themselves into the warm beam of light from the window.

You step over the avalanche of cats trying to get sun and move further into the keep. You come across a set of stairs leading up, so you climb them. You go through a narrow hall into a dark room, with a lone bright light flashing in the back. Between the flashes, you can see Chicory bent over a desk.

“Master Copperhearth?” you call out.

His head lifts. “Sandige, is that you?”

“No, Master Copperhearth, it’s me, the girl from the bar.”

He turns and looks at you with those bug-eyed goggles. “My lightning!” He stands from his desk and rushes over. “Do you bring me good news or bad news? Either way, hello! Welcome to my home! What time is it? Is it time for tea or time for wine? You’re free to ask for either, if you wish.” The light comes from a candle he has wedged between his horn and head.

“It’s still early morning,” you chuckle. “And I have good news for you - I would be glad to take on the job.”

He grabs your hands again. “Oh, wonderful! Let me show you around the place, and then you can start getting settled in.” He keeps hold of your hand as he leads you back to the stairs. “The first floor is mainly for my cats.”

“I noticed you had quite a few,” you chuckle.

He beams. “They make wonderful companions, with their attitude and confidence, and wonderful test subjects for some of my inventions.”

You’re taken aback by this. “You test on your cats?”

“Nothing that would harm them, of course.” He leads you through the narrow hall into another cramped room. “This was my lab.” He lights some candles, and you’re horrified by how filthy and cramped the room is. “I couldn’t work in here, so I moved to the other room.” He takes in a deep breath. “Ah! You can still smell where the pine tree exploded.”

Your brow knits. “There’s nothing I need to worry about in here, right? Nothing that will explode on me, or eat me, or maim me?”

“Nah, nah, I keep the alligators in the basement,” he laughs jovially.

You open your mouth, then close it. “I beg your pardon?”

“I don’t expect you to clean this all in one day. I do not expect miracles. I just ask that you tidy a bit each day. I would so love to have both rooms to work in.” He leads you back out, taking your hand gently in his own.

“I’m still trying to figure out whether you really said ‘alligators’.”

You grow used to your job bit by bit. The layout of the tower is confusing at first, but you’re able to make a map for yourself. Chicory helps you set up your room, which is a first for you. You’ve never had your own before. After that, you begin planning out your duties. There is the cleaning you do every day, cooking in the morning and evening, and feeding his animals after that. Between these daily tasks, you might be asked to be Chicory’s ‘lightning’ and help him with his inventions and study.

Aside from his cats, he has an odd collection of animals in his basement, including pygmy alligators, giant spiders, and something that looks like a large black snake, which has fluffy fur around its head.

One of the cats, who you call Posey, follows you everywhere you go. She’s a sleek black cat with an extra-long tail, and you’ve put an orange ribbon around her neck. Posey sleeps with you at night, curling up on her very own pillow. She helps to guide you through the tower as you do chores, and scares off any creeping things as you clean up the lab.

Chicory often keeps busy, so you rarely see him aside from brief visits during meals and when he specifically calls you for your help. You’re not sure when or where he sleeps, which has become a concern for you.

One evening, as you’re getting ready to go to bed, you hear a loud bang from below. Posey barely lifts a whisker in alarm. She’s probably seen everything. “I’m just going to go check on him,” you tell Posey. “I’ll be right back.” You take a candle and go downstairs, navigating the narrow hall, which is filled with smoke.

You hurry to the lab, running into Chicory as he comes out into the hall. “Are you alright?” you exclaim. “I heard that from my room!”

“Not as bad as the pine trees,” he rasps. “But I think I’ll be...” He swoons and falls into your arms. You manage to drag him out of the hallway and open a window in the stairwell. You sit there with him, taking off his goggles and removing the candle between his head and horn. His face is dusty and his hair is singed black. You do your best to clean him up, but he will probably need a good bath after this.

He begins to stir, groaning and taking a deep breath. “Too many fumes again,” he grumbles. “I should find where the windows are.” He looks up at you with a crooked smile. “Hello, lightning.”

“Are you alright? You fainted out there and scared me half to death.”

Chicory giggles. “No, no, no, I don’t want you anywhere near death, darling. My father knows him, and he is not a delightful fellow.”

“Can you stand?”you ask.

“I was born to stand!” He tries to rise, but collapses into you again. “Maybe I wasn’t.” He breaks into giggles again.

“I’ll help you. We just need to get you some more air.” You brace him up and help him to your room. You set him down in your bed, then rush to open the windows. When you come back he’s flopped over on your bed, with Posey now laying on his chest.

“Master Copperhearth?” You give him a nudge. “Oh, please stay alive! Posey, you aren’t helping! He could be dead.”

Chicory stirs, then slumps over again. You sigh and sit down beside him. “I’ll make sure he stays alive. Who knows what trouble he got into?”

Posey begins to purr.

“Maybe that helps.” You lean back against the headboard and watch Chicory, who barely moves at all. The only sign of life from him is Posey rising and falling on his chest.

You fall asleep during your watch, but you're woken by a gentle tap on the shoulder. You wake, rubbing your eyes and looking into bright yellow ones. “Good morning,” Chicory says cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?”

“What happened?” you murmur. “Are you okay?”

“This sort of thing happens all the time! But thank you so much for getting me out of there.” He’s holding Posey in his arms. “But I’m afraid my lab won’t be usable for a couple of days. I’ll just have to sit outside and work up some new ideas.”

“What happened?” You ask again. “What were you doing that caused such an explosion?”

“Trial and error, my dear! Trial and error.” He sets Posey down and walks across the room. The back of his head is completely matted.

“Sit down,” you tell him. “This has been bothering me since the first time I met you.”

He frowns as he takes a seat. “What do you mean?”

You take your brush and start at the ends of his hair. “You have such lovely hair, but you treat it like a dirty rag.” You begin to work through the knots.

“Ow!” he whines. “Stop! My scalp is tender!” He clutches his horns.

“I’m being as gentle as I can.” You work slowly through his hair. “I can cut it off, if that would suffice?”

“No!” he yelps. “I love my hair!”

You give him a look. “Then why is it such a mess?”

He flashes you puppy eyes. “My scalp is sensitive.”

“Just be still. I’ll be as gentle as I possibly can.” You continue to work, trimming off split ends as you go. Hours later, your work pays off. The brush goes smoothly through his hair, and the silky white strands have become luscious curls and waves.

“There, all done. And if you keep it this way, you won’t have to worry about a tender scalp.”

He combs his long fingers through his hair, then looks up at you with slightly teary eyes. “Thank you! I haven’t had my hair touched since my mother.”

“It’s been bothering me. You’re a handsome man, and it was such a shame for your hair to be in such a ragged state.”

He looks at you with wide eyes. “You think I’m handsome?”

Your heart leaps into your throat again. “I was… Surely you… I mean, you are, but...” You shut up and nod.

He beams from ear to pointed ear. “I think you’re pretty, too, and I’m not just saying that because you made me happy. I truly do think you are lovely!”

The tips of your ears begin to burn. “No, really...”

Chicory kneels before you and takes your hand. “I know I may be strange, and my inventions may not make the most sense right now, but you have always seen the good in them, and you have never made me feel bad about my work. To me, you are the most beautiful bolt of lightning in the world.”

You get tears in your eyes. “I think you’re sweet and funny. You don’t need to call me pretty just because I’m nice to you.”

“If I wanted to say you were nice, I would,” he protests. “Which you are. But I am calling you beautiful because I think you are.” He frowns and tilts his head. “Why are you crying?”

You sniffle as your tears fall. He catches them, licks them off his fingers and then nuzzles up to your cheek like Posey. “Master Copperhearth,” you whimper.

He kisses you, making his soft hair fall against your cheek. You gasp in surprise, then ease into the kiss. “What was that for?” you sniffle.

He grins. “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time now.” He does it again. “I want to make you happy, my lightning, with as many kisses as it takes.” He looks into your eyes. “If that’s alright with you?”

You nod sheepishly. “If it is with you.”

Chicory grins and picks you up off the floor and sets you on the bed. “This would be a good chance to test out a new invention! I think I can let you in on the big secret now,” he whispers, “but Lord Nictis has been commissioning me to come up with some special bedroom accessories.”

Your eyes get wide. “Like what?”

“He knows he’s getting on in years, and he wants to make sure his wife is always cared for.” He opens a pouch on his belt. “But to be honest, all I have to test these things on is myself, and I’ve not wanted to embarrass you by asking.” He looks into your eyes. “I’m still a bit ashamed to ask.”

“Well, what is it?”

He presses his lips to your ears. “Right now, only me.”

You giggle in surprise. “I thought you had an invention!”

He winks and kisses you. “I do, but it’s down in the lab. If you’ll allow me, I would like to study what makes you feel good, what makes you wet and aroused.”

You squeeze your knees together, already feeling a tingle of excitement. “You really want to try with me?”

“Only you.” He gently opens up your blouse, exposing your breasts and brushing his fingertips over your nipples. He lowers his head, gently licking and teasing each breast. His mouth is warm against your skin, as are the soft moans that leave his lips. He sheds the rest of your clothing, laying you down naked on the bed. His long fingers trace down your skin, touching every inch of you.

“Master Copperhearth,” you mewl.

“Shh.” He presses a finger to your lips. “Call me Chicory. I am not your master here.” He kisses you, laying the weight of his body on you. “Help me undress.”

You sit up, and with shaky hands you help remove his clothes. His deep burgundy skin is practically perfect. He’s slim with long limbs, and his cock is already rock-hard. You gulp when you see it and quickly avert your eyes. “I know I look quite malnourished,” he chuckles. “But I hope, in some way, my body can please you.”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper.

He steals kisses again, gently stroking his hand down. “Is it alright if I touch you?”

You nod shakily. “Of course.”

His long fingers slip between your thighs and open up your plump mound. His fingers find wetness and heat, his lips part open and he breathes against your shoulder.

“What warmth, what majesty,” he groans. “I could come just from thinking about how sweet it is to be inside you.”

You whimper and squirm. “Chicory!”

He chuckles. “I only speak the truth.” He looks into your eyes. “Or do you wish for me to come inside?”

Your cheeks burn. “Don’t tease like that.”

He licks his lips as he pulls his fingers out. “Is it alright if I taste?”

“What?” you gasp.

He lays you back and throws your legs over his shoulders, and your belly while his fingers rub your genitals, making you leak fluid with his touch. “I want to test a theory,” he says. “Do you mind if I do?”

You gulp and nod. “Go ahead.”

He smiles and ducks back down. “You have quite a cute vulva, practically a peach.” He opens you up. “You’re juicy like one too.” His tongue touches against you, so hot. His moans become loud as they vibrate against you. You squirm on the bed, wanting to close your thighs but terrified that you would crush him. His eyes flick up, and you grow still. He leans in closer, nudging his tongue against the sensitive berry at the top of your folds. His deft tongue swirls, but it is his lips that cause you to cry out in alarm. He sucks at you as his fingers slip inside you.

You lose your breath, your train of thought, then arch your back off the bed. You pull his hair, pull at the sheets, and with a cry you’re gone. It’s almost as if you can see yourself from above, and are watching yourself come undone as you cry out to heaven. Chicory is happy between your thighs, his mouth and jaw slick with your nectar. He rises and lies on top of you, and his kisses are harder than before. You feel his teeth.

You come down, seeing his eyes rather than his long, sleek body. You catch your breath and swoon as he smiles. “I was right. You enjoy suction as much as I do.”

“I feel dizzy,” you pant.

“Rightfully so. You came so hard your vaginal walls began to contract around my fingers. It was very affirming.” He snuggles against your cheek. “Did you like it?”

“I think so,” you giggle. “I’ve never felt like that before!”

“I have many things I wish to test out, so maybe we can do it again.” He starts to rise, but you capture him.

“Are you done?” You keep hold of his hand.

“You came,” he says. “I can take care of myself.”

You look down at his cock, then back at him. “You can do it with me, if you want.”

His eyes shimmer. “Can I? I would hate to be presumptuous. After all, we’re not married! I figured touching would be as far as you allowed me.”

You smile shyly. “It’s okay.”

He pounces on you, kissing you and cuddling with you. “You’re perfect! You’re wonderful! My lightning! My divine!” He chokes as he finds purchase inside you. His eyes nearly roll back, and his grin looks wicked.

You touch his face and run your fingers through his hair. “Chicory,” you whimper. “You’re so warm.”

He trembles, then stiffens. “Forget about me! I wish I had a way to stay like this forever. This must be heaven!” He thrusts his hips. “This depth, this wetness, along with the way you squeeze me and tease me, all by just contracting a few muscles.”

Whimpering, you cup your hands around your face. “Chicory!”

“I know, I’m excited,” he pants. He moves himself slowly. “I’m inside lightning, and yet I do not burn. Instead, every inch of me becomes alive! I am aware of the beginning of the universe as well as its end. It’s all inside you.”

“You’re ridiculous!” You giggle and open your arms wide. “Come here, just kiss me.”

Chicory lowers onto you, and you kiss him, holding him tightly as his hips move harder. You gasp in sync with him, breathing him in and feeling his velvety touch all around you. You take him, all of him, letting his excitement pour into you. His eyes still twinkle, mesmerized and captivated. He does not rest. He does not yield until exhaustion takes hold.

You wake that afternoon, sunlight pouring through the open windows, and all the cats curled up in the beams. You look at Chicory nuzzled between your breasts like pillows. He looks so happy and content, like he never wants to wake. The cats are all purring and content, and Posey is happily curled at the foot of the bed.

You run your fingers through his hair, then gently rub his horns. He slowly wakes, fluttering his lashes in the sun. He sees you and smiles. “Hello, my lightning.” He rises up and kisses you. “You struck twice today,” he purrs. “So did I.”

You cup his face in your palms. “Only for you,” you giggle.