Demon Boyfriend: Ariton 3 (special preview)

There are still stories circulating about the monster in the woods, the supposed Sapphire Devil. Ariton has done little to try and cover things up, aside from spooking that nosy photographer a few months back. You’ve asked him to be careful, commanded him to even. But his playful side seems to enjoy the chaos his identification as a cryptid causes.

“Suppose you and I take a trip and get away if you’re so worried about my alter ego. Go away for a while and have fun until these sightings fade from the memory of the civilians.” Ariton leans over the back of your chair as you try to work.

You’ve been cataloging your great-grandmother’s spells and recipes since finding a multitude of them scattered all throughout the tower. She seemed to have them hidden in every nook and cranny of the place. It was almost like she was still playing games with you even long after her passing. She might have just been doing it before she passed, but the more cards and pages you uncover, the more you think she had been doing it all her life.

“What sort of trip?” You blow a loose hair away from your face. “I’m not taking you somewhere so you can get into more trouble.”

Ariton arches a brow. “How little you must think of me.”

“I don’t at all, dearest, but I am thinking realistically. You may be a little shit, but you are my little shit.” You look up from the desktop at him. “I’m simply trying to protect the unsuspecting from your ways is all.”

Ariton dips down and places a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls back with your dark blue lipstick on his lips. “What if I promise to be a good boy?”

You take your opportunity to play. “Oh, you’re going to let me handcuff you to the bed so you can’t move?”

“When you get the chance to tease it either comes out too mean or sounds like a very, very fun weekend plan.” He takes your hair, scooping it from your face with his fingers, and pulling it away from your face. “Have you been thinking about me all tied up?”

“When I’m aggravated.”

“See? There’s the too mean.” Ariton releases your hair then slips around the chair and plops into your lap like he’s some sort of cat. “I am so sick of the woods! Let’s go somewhere with a better view. Perhaps a vineyard or the ocean, somewhere fun rather than this-” He flits his hand about. “This makeshift mausoleum.” 

You huff, not just from the weight of him in his lap, but from your mild perturbance. “Ariton, I am working right now.”

“Butting together Granny’s book of magic and shit, I know.” He looks over at the desk. “Old bird sure had a lot on her mind now, didn’t she?” He sniffs and smiles. “Crazy old ninny.”

“Ariton! You’re squishing me.”

“Why not take a break then and pay me back with your thighs.” The look her gives you is both seductive and corny. Her arches his brows, jutting his blue tongue out between his teeth. “Come on, love, wrap those thighs around my head and give me a squeeze.”

You purse your lips and give him a blank yet stern look.

His smile vanishes a little. “Not any good?”

You shove him off your lap. “Let me finish this and get things put back in to place and we can talk. Okay?”

Ariton pouts but nods his head. “Fine. I’ll just go wither away in front of the fireplace.”

“I’m sure you will.” You scoot back under the desk and continue to work.

After a while of organizing and placing everything into proper folders so you can transcribe later, you find Ariton laying in front of the cold fireplace. You sit down beside him and his tail coils around your waist.