Demon Boyfriend: Ariton Part Two (complete)

You start getting the newspaper, if only to keep up with local happenings and the amazing coupon spread in the Saturday spread. It isn’t supposed to be anything that causes any sort of shock - until one morning you find a blurry photo of Ariton on the front page, with a headline reading: Strange Creature Spotted in Forest!

Yes, there is even an exclamation point.

You go inside, slamming the paper down on the table in front of Ariton. He looks at it and shrugs. “Not the best picture.”

“Who got a photo of you?” you snap at him.

Ariton shrugs again. “I dunno.” He peers at the photo. “Obviously I didn’t know, or else the photographer would be on the front page for being found headless in a clearing.”

You’re not exactly sure what to do with your hands so you shake them in the air. “What were you doing out of the house like this?”

He shrugs, seemingly nonplussed by the situation. “You wanted ice cream, I went and got you ice cream. See, look.” He points to something in the picture. “That’s the little shopping bag you always make me take.”

“That is not the point, Ariton!” you snap at him. “There are people out there who are aware of some giant monster in the woods! This is serious!”

“You know it’s me. Why are you worried?” Ariton tilts his head to the side, his four eyes studying you. “You’re in no danger from me, and if anything does cause you danger-”

“People think THEY are in danger, you moron.” You jab your finger at him. “They think they are going to get eaten by a giant monster.”

Ariton smirks and licks his lips. “I can eat you too, you know?”

You glare at him, pressing your lips into a hard line as you try to shoot lasers from your eyes. “Ariton, I swear on my grandmother’s grave-”

“Oh come on, take the joke,” Ariton scoffs. “What are people going to do? Huh?” He stands up from the table, rising to his full, demonic height. “Going to start Bigfoot hunting parties? Reality shows? Send the police force?” He starts laughing. “All of them are awful, but they aren’t going to lay a hand on me.”

“Still,” you huff. “I don’t want to have to move or run away from here, and I certainly don’t want you hurting anyone and causing a bigger riot. Until all this dies down you’re going to have to stay in your Glamour for a while.”

Ariton’s look is blank but offended. “Do you know how stuffy that gets? Do you know how… weird human bodies are?”

“I do, actually,” you sniff. “It’s for safety, and it’s so this whole mess will die down. If you’re ever spotted again we’re going to deal with tourists and weird conspiracy nutters.” You wave your hand up and down his body. “So get to it.”

Ariton growls something under his breath as he shifts into his human shape. He scoffs, looking at you with eyes holding four pupils. He tosses his long hair off his shoulder. “There,” he sneers. “Happy?”

“Not really.” You walk up to him and place your palm on his cheek. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, and I like seeing your natural form more than anything, but we’re both going to have to deal with this until that front-page hype dies down.”

“You don’t really think it’s all that serious, do you?” Ariton pouts.

“Take it from a human. We’re all a little stupid and belligerent, so we need to play it safe.” You brush your fingers through his hair and tuck it behind his ear. “Just until it becomes a rumor and fades away.”

Ariton leans into your palm, nuzzling it before grasping and kissing it. “You’re my Master, and I have to do as you command me.” A sly smirk spreads across his lips. “But I have a feeling the next time your desires peak, you’ll command me into my regular form very quickly.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” You stand on tiptoes to kiss him and then you pat his chest. “I’m going to go take care of things in the garden. Do you mind doing the dishes?”

“I suppose not,” he grumbles.

You go outside, looking over your small garden. You start to weed, and just as you’re getting ready to toss the weeds you see someone stalking through the woods. He’s holding a camera and has a massive backpack on. 

He turns, spots you and rushes up right away. “What are you doing here?” he gasps. “Don’t you know there’s a monster in these woods?”

It’s started already. The paper has only been out for a minute, and already the crazies have come out of the woodwork. “I’m fairly certain Bigfoot is further north. If you’re talking about Loch Ness, she’s all the way in another country, so I think we’re safe.”

The young man pouts, standing tall and shaking his head. “No! Haven’t you heard at all? They’re calling him the Sapphire Devil.”

You think about how much Ariton is going to love that. “What makes you so sure it’s a he?” you ask.

“Aren’t you worried?” He looks up at your house. “Do you live here? Alone?”

You give him a hard look.

“I used to hear that there was a witch who lived in the woods,” the young man laughs. “But there’s no such thing as witches.”

You stare harder at him. He believes in monsters, but doesn’t believe in witches?

“It’s not safe,” he continues. “You could get attacked, or eaten. You should move away from here fast!”

You try your hardest to suppress your smile and laugh. Oh yes, the Sapphire Devil could eat you - the Sapphire Devil ate you a few nights ago. “I won’t be moving.” You turn around to hide your shit-eating grin. “There’s no such thing as a Sapphire Devil. Whatever’s in that picture was probably a shopping bag or a feral cat.”

“A feral cat?” the young nutter snaps. “Did you not see the photo? It obviously had a tail and long arms, and sharp horns!”

You turn back around to give the man a look. “Have you ever seen a cat?”

He laughs softly. “Cute,” he says. “Very cute.” He holds up his camera. “I have more pictures of the monster. I can prove it to you.”

Any fun you were having with this lunatic melted away. “You took the photo in the paper?”

He nods. “I sure did! I have tons more in here too. That wasn’t the first time I saw the creature.” He takes a few steps closer. “Why don’t we go inside and I can show you?”

“Why inside?” you ask suspiciously.

“Because once you see them, I don’t want you to feel scared or anything.” He shakes his head, then looks down at his camera. “I can keep you safe.”

You frown at him, wondering if it’s worth it to go inside and put him at risk of becoming a headless corpse like Ariton said. He was also being presumptuous, puffing out his chest and thinking he’s impressing you. 

“I don’t really care.” You decide it’s not worth it. Better to send him off a little angry than to send him off in pieces. “If there is some sort of gemstone nightmare in the woods, it’s none of my business to peer through photos of them taken without their consent.”

The nutter looks stunned, even a little angry, but you continue to turn away.

“I’ll toss some salt out. Devils hate salt.” You’ve nearly reached the door when he grabs you by the arm. Turning around, you try to yank your arm but he holds you fast. “Excuse me?” you snap at him.

“Seriously, it’s dangerous. This monster was well over eight feet tall! A cute thing like you would be nothing to him!”

You try to pull your arm back, but he’s holding tight. “I am not a ‘cute thing’,” you sneer at him. “And you’re hurting me!”

“Just let me in. I’ll prove it to you.” The nutter presses you against the door. “It’s all real, I swear.”

“Why does it matter?” You bang your fist on the door, and a second later Ariton is standing there, wearing his sunglasses and staring down at you.

The nutter lets you go. “Oh. I thought you were alone here.”

Ariton takes you and moves you inside. “Not alone.” His voice is like the edge of a blade, sharp, quiet, and precise. “And who are you?”

“He took the pictures,” you say quietly.

“Well, then,” Ariton glances back to the nutter. “Maybe I should have a look at these photos. I am already a fan of his work.” He lifts up his glasses, revealing his double-pupiled eyes.

“Whoa!” The guy rears back. “Dude, what is wrong with your eyes?”

“Family genetics.” Ariton steps towards him. “Nothing to worry about. I am so awfully ashamed of it. Does it really look all that awful?” He lunges up to the nutter, who drops his camera in shock.

Stooping, Artion picks up the camera and holds it away from him. “Be careful now, wouldn’t want this to break.” He clenches his fist and shatters the camera.

“Hey!” The nutter shouts and rushes towards Ariton, who grabs his throat in a blink and lifts the poor fool up off the ground.

“Hey is for horses.” Ariton tosses him to the ground with his broken camera, keeping the memory card in his hand. “So why don’t you go find some and shove it up your ass?” He turns around, going back into the house.

As Ariton closes the door he looks at you, taking your hand and rubbing your wrist. “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

“I’m fine, really.” His hands are gentle on your skin. He stoops down, kissing your arm and moving upwards. His lips graze your neck and then land on your lips. You return the kiss, pressing close to his body.

“I had fun,” Ariton smirks. “Batting around that horrid little moron.” He kisses your neck, pressing his teeth to your skin. “I could have done more.”

“You did enough.” You loop your arms around his waist. “I’m sure he’ll have more stories to tell.”

“They’ll think he’s crazy now,” Ariton laughs. “Perhaps dispel this Sapphire Devil idea.”

“You heard that?” You chuckle, kissing him again as his hands roam over your body. “What do you think?”

“Sounds like a candy,” he scoffs. “Like something that will stain your tongue blue.”

You giggle and run your hands up his back. “Are the dishes washed?”

“Yup,” he grins. “I even dried them and put them away.”

“My, my, someone is trying hard to earn brownie points.” You move your hands to his chest and stroke them down. “Whatever could you be wanting, my Ariton?”

“Only what you’re willing to give, my Master.” Ariton’s voice becomes a sultry purr.

You rub your palm against the bulge in his pants for a moment. You can feel his heat as well as him stiffening. Ariton’s fingers grasp your upper arms as you touch, and his breathing becomes shallow and slow. 

You tug down the zipper and take his cock into your hand. “Still blue,” you chuckle.

“Wanna see if I’ll stain your tongue?” Ariton teases.

“Go sit down,” you whisper. “We’ll find out.”

Ariton chuckles excitedly and goes to the armchair in the living room. He sits down, spreading his legs so you can sit on the floor before him. You stroke him for a moment before licking around his tip.

“You look so cute right now,” Ariton breathes. “I usually see you on top of me.”

You glance up at him, lapping down his shaft. “For someone who gets it regularly, your balls are quite blue.” You take his sack into your hand, squeezing gently.

Ariton stiffens and lets out a shuddering gasp. “I never quite get enough of you, Master.”

You take Ariton into your mouth, sucking on him as you move your head. Ariton grunts and snarls above you, his sharp fingers combing through your hair and along your scalp.

You pull up and look into his eyes. “Is my tongue blue yet?”

Ariton laughs. “Not yet.” he rises from the chair, removing his Glamour so his demon form is all you see. “But I would much prefer to stain something else blue.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, enough with that. The blue stain thing only goes so far.” You stand up and remove your clothes. “Now be quiet and do what you do best.”

Ariton chuckles in delight. “Did seeing me work over that little asshole before get you all excited, Master?” He glides his hands down your bare body, your soft belly, wide thighs, and then back up along your back. 

“Maybe a little,” you huff. “He was a jackass and you put him in his place. It was refreshing for sure.”

Ariton’s fingers slip between your thighs and knead at your plump mound. “Imagine how horny you’d be if I punched him.”

You press your back against Ariton’s body as his fingers press inside. “I would have probably only sat on your face.”

Ariton laughs. “I’ll never get over how hot you get.”

“I told you to be quiet,” you moan.

Ariton kisses your neck and nuzzles your cheek. “How do you want me, then?”

You pull a blanket onto the floor and lay on it. Ariton eases himself on top of you, and you hook a leg around his waist as his cock slides against your inner thigh.

“My my, I’ve been waiting for a submissive version of you, Master,” he chuckles. “I never thought I’d see that day.”

“I said be quiet,” you huff. Your whole body feels warm and blushed. 

“Right, right,” he laughs. “Do what I’m good at.” He rubs himself against your folds, gently pushing in so he’s nestled in your mound. As he enters, he still stretches you a bit, but the deeper he goes the better that sensation feels.

You toss your head back, letting your long hair cover your face. Ariton feels so good inside, but you sometimes still feel ashamed of that.

Ariton moves your hair away and brushes his fingers along your skin. “Let me see that pretty face,” he moans. “Let me see the pleasure painted on it.”

You squeeze your thighs around him as he moves, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You choke on a breath, letting out a sigh that makes Ariton’s grin brighter.

“I see how much you enjoy it,” he snarls. “You didn’t even last a day before you needed me again.” He moans, throwing his head back. “Nothing feels better.”

“Be quiet,” you whimper.

“I know you like it when I talk, especially about how much I love being inside you. How much I love when you squeeze me.” He dips lower, kissing you and dragging his tongue down your skin. “I love how you taste, how you smell,” he snarls directly into your ear. “I love when you come for me.”

You kiss him just to make him quiet, and roll your hips to meet his thrusts, gasping for breath as your mind starts to erode. Everything becomes white fog filled with a static crackle. You toss your head back, letting out an impassioned cry as his body delivers a powerful shock to yours. Your toes curl and your thighs tense, melting to pudding a moment after. Ariton’s thrusts become erratic and harsh, and eventually he turns to pudding too.

Ariton looks down at you before he sinks into the glow of his orgasm. “Master, you know I love you.”

You blink through the fog, gazing up into his face. You touch his skin and nod your head. “I know,” you whisper.

Ariton chuckles, laying back down on top of you. “Your heart is beating so fast.”

“I know,” you murmur again. You kiss the top of his head.

Ariton lifts his head to look at you. “You know you love me too, right?”

You smile at him, kissing his palm then holding it to your cheek. “I know that too.” You reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

“I thought so,” Ariton chuckles. He kisses you, stroking his hands down your sides. “And now that I do know, I’m going to make love to you as much as possible, so it is the only thing you do know.”

“You do that enough,” you huff.

“That was just fucking before,” Ariton laughs. “Now, it’s personal.”

You pop his cheek playfully. “Don’t be getting cocky, now-” You frown. “Wrong choice of words.”

Ariton cackles, kissing you and pressing closer. “Oh, my sweet little Master, you have no idea how cocky I can get. You’ve only gotten to see the floor show.”

“Oh please.” You roll your eyes at him. “As if you’ve been holding back when you can’t even keep it in your pants.” You wrap your arms around him. “No need to show off to me. You’re the only thing in this world that impresses me thus far.” You cup his face in your hands.

Ariton kisses you. He gives you an all-too-rare look of serious intent. “I mean it, Master,” he whispers. “I am not just saying pretty words and hoping for some special treatment. Look into my eyes, and you’ll see it.”

“I know all of that, Ariton. You do not need to try and tell me that.” You press your forehead to his. “I know you love me.”

Ariton sighs, kissing you again. “And I know you love me.”