Tiefling Boyfriend: Chicory (rough draft)

For a while now, you have made your living working as a housekeeper. You’ve worked for a few people as a live-in maid, recently you have taken up a job as a barmaid. The last family you worked for had decided to move and they did not take you with them. It felt like a slap in the face considering all you had done for this family, and the abandonment still hurt quite a bit. 

On a particularly slow evening, you and one of the other barmaids were enjoying a hot cider. There weren’t many other patrons in the bar, so you could relax while they finished their drinks.

There was a Tiefling in the bar that evening, he had come in earlier and had been sitting at his table with some books while he drank. He was talking to himself, mumbling, and fidgeting with the strange goggles over his eyes.

“That Chicory Copperhearth,” your friends whispers to you. “Works up there for Lord Nictis 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, as to why he’s working for Lord Nictis, I’m not sure.”

As you are watching, Chicory knocks some papers off his table without even noticing. “Ill be right back.”

“You’ll regret it,” she sings.

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

He looks up, eyes bugged by the thick goggles he’s wearing. You flinch, a bit frightened by his bug-like appearance. As he lifts up the goggles though, his hair comes free and his eyes look sharp and angled. His skin is 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!” He says chipperly. “Thank you! Thank you!” He takes the papers then 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 have been working on! It may not seem like much, but I think it is going to be all the rave!” 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 glass and you can see his hands through it. “Now watch this.” He turns the glass to drink and the beer magically appears.

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

Chicory is grinning 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 is merely a trick.” He picks the cup up. “The bottom here is false, 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 glass down then plops back into his seat. “I have no idea what it is for!” He runs his fingers through his horribly kept hair. It is a wonder to you that his fingers do not get trapped inside the rat’s nests and 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, something 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 uhm-” You feel bad for questioning him now You should have played along and been marvled. “Maybe no practical use, but you know, it could have some use as a toy.”

Chicory glances up at you, bright yellow eyes wide.

“Like uhm-” You struggle to think of something. You then 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 from the girls trying to give them bottles or food. 

“I’m sure lots of kids would find it funny! And, maybe like, if girls wanted to play with their dolls and give them a bottle! That little disappearing thing would be kind of like their drinking milk, but no mess.”

His eyes light up further and his expression becomes wide with awe. “A toy?” He rubs his chin. “For children to play pretend.” His smile grows and 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. “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 up in your throat, pulsing there so it makes your tongue feel trapped and useless. “I uh- well you-I wouldn’t-”

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

“Oh! Don’t rest your laurels on 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 down. “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 with 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 bug-eyed goggles back on. “Nothing that I have is worth anything to anyone else.”

You think on his offer through the night, come morning, you’re ready to give him an answer. You’d 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. Opening the door, everything is dark. Thick curtains cover the windows and there is a musty smell to the place. You shut the door back behind you and make your way towards a window.

“Hello?” You call out. “Master Copperhearth?” You open a curtain, letting in the sunlight. There is a swarm of cats that come 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 upon a set of stairs leading up, so you follow them. You go through a narrow hall then a room that's dark, save for a 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 up. “Sandige, is that you?”

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

He turns and with those bug-eyed goggles looks at you. “My lightning!” He stands up from his desk and rushes over, light hanging over the top of his head. “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 above his head is a candle he has wedged between his horn and head.

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

He grabs hold of 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, what with their attitude and confidence, plus, they make 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 back through the narrow hall and into another cramped room. “This was my lab.” He lights some candles and you’re horrified by how filthy and cramped with things 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 together. “There is 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 laugh 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 you tidy a bit each day. I would so love to have both rooms to work with.” He leads you back out, taking your hand gently in his own.

“I’m still trying to figure out if you said alligators.”

You grow used to your job bit by bit. The layout of the tower is a bit 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 have never had your own before. After that, you beginning charting out your duties. There is cleaning you do every day, cooking in the morning and evening, feeding his animals after that. Between those 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, but has fluffy fur around the 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, cuddling up on her very own pillow. She helps to guide you through the tower as you do chores, and scares off anything creepy crawly 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, so it 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 has 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 into 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 worse as the pine trees,” his voice is raspy. “But I think I’ll be-” he swoons and fall 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 and a crooked smile appears. “Hello lightning.”

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

Chicory giggles and titters. “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 stand up 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 no laying on his chest. 

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

Chicory sleeves then slumps 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 you have 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 useable 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! Trail and error.” He sets Posey down and walks across the room. The back of his head is completely matted up.

“Sit down,” you tell him. “This has been bothering me since I 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 it is treated like a dirty rag.” You begin to work through knots all ready.

“Ow!” He whines. “Stop! My scalp is tender!” He clutches onto 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 helps. “I love my hair!”

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

He gets big puppy dog eyes. “My scalp is sensitive.”

“Just be still, I’ll be as gentle as I am possibly allowed.” You continue to work, trimming off split ends and damage as you go. Hours later and your work pays off. The brush goes smoothly through his hair, and the silky white gives way to 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 have my hair touched since my mother.”

“It’s been bothering me. You’re a handsome man, 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 up into your throat again. “I was-surely you-I mean, you are but-” You shut yourself 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 down 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, 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 nice, I would say nice,” he fusses. “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 tears fall and he catches them. He licks them off his fingers then nuzzles up to your cheek like Posey. 

“Master Copperhearth,” you whimper.

He kisses you, soft lips, gentle hands, and his soft hair falling against your cheek. You gasp in surprise but ease into his kiss.

“What was that for?” You sniffle.

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

You nod sheepishly. “If you are.”

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

Your eyes get wide. “Like what?”

“He knows he is getting on in years, and he wants to make sure his wife is always cared for.” He opens a pouch on his belt. “I’ve been working on a method to work on helping stimulate things in the bedroom. But to be honest, all I have to test these things on is myself, and I have not wanted to embarrass you with asking.” He looks into your eyes. “I am 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 is down in the lab. Right now, if you’ll allow me, I would like to study you, see 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. He exposes your breasts and brushes his fingertips over your nipples. He lowers his head, gently licking and teasing each breast. His mouth feels warm against your skin, as do the soft moans that leave his lips.

He sheds the rest of your clothing, laying you down naked upon the bed. His long fingers trace down your skin, touching very inch of you. He doesn’t not seem bothered by your belly or fat thighs at all.

“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 upon you. “Help me undress.”

You sit up and with shaky hands 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 then 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. He kisses your belly while his fingers rub you, making you squish and dribble with his touch. “I want to try a theory,” he says. “Do you mind if I test it?”

You gulp and nod. “Go ahead.”

He smiles then 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 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 and flicks, but it is his lips that cause you to cry out in alarm. He suctions around you, sucking as his fingers slip inside you.

You lose your breath, your train of thought, you jolt then arch your back of 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, you’re watching yourself come undone and cry out to heaven. Chicory is happy between your thighs, his mouth and jaw slick with your nectar. He’s rising up and laying on top of you, 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 to 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 then 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 ruts his hips. “This depth, this wetness, along with the way you squeeze me and tease me, all my just contracting a few muscles.”

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

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

“You’re ridiculous!” You giggle then open your arms wide. “Come here, just kiss me.” Chicory lowers himself and you kiss him, holding him tight 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 and stamina be poured into you. His eyes still twinkle, mesmerized and captivated. He cannot rest, and his body perks easily again. He will not yield until his exhaustion takes hold.

You wake that afternoon, sunlight pouring through the open windows, and all the cats stacked in those 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 lashes fighting off the sun. He sees you and smiles. “Hello, my lightning.” He rises up and kisses you. “You  truck twice today,” he purrs. “So did I.”

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