Demon Boyfriend: Ariton Part One (complete)

You inherit a home from your great-grandmother, a place which looks like a tower snapped off from its castle and placed in the middle of the woods. The place is a wreck - your great-grandmother hasn’t cleaned or organized her hoard since your grandmother grew up and moved out. 

You start with first floor and work your way up. The stone tower has four floors. The first floor is the biggest and fitted with a kitchen, living room, and for the final part of her life, your great-grandmother’s bedroom. As you progress upward, you find a bathroom and guest room on the second floor, and a strange museum of paintings that move and talk amongst themselves. The third floor is the master suite, where you set up your bedroom and wardrobe. The fourth floor is a single room, and your great-grandmother’s study.

The study is filled with overgrown plants that are starting to take over, growing along the walls, under the floorboards, and into the many, many books that are littered about like the rubble of a destroyed city. There is a rug in the middle of the room - at least, you think it’s a rug. You start prying it up and find it is indeed a very old rug that the plants have woven their roots into. As you pull it up, a thorn from a plant pricks you.

You scoff, dragging the rug away while you tend to the small puncture. As you look it over, a drop falls to the floor, splashing just in front of your shoe. You start to walk away to go downstairs and get a Band-Aid, but at that moment, lights begin to glow from beneath the floorboards. They swirl and warp around, making a massive circle. Runes and strange markings appear, flickering and shooting sparks into the air that float and dance around. All at once a strong wind picks up and starts tossing around the books and plants, throwing them into the air.  

You stand there stunned, unable to move away. You’re used to weird magic shit happening at all time - your mother was a witch, your father a wizard, and you’ve seen everything under the sun be summoned. This is extremely different. The energy in the air leaves a metallic tingle on your tongue. Every hair on your body is standing in alarm, and as you breathe your lungs seem to fill with ice, then fire as you exhale.

White flames shoot up from the circle, spitting and hissing as they incinerate plants and books. Then, all at once, the chaos dies down. Everything falls to the floor, and the flames melt like ice into the summoning circle. The liquid bleeds, oozing out onto the floor and trailing towards the white figure kneeling on the floor.

The  figure is massive. Long hair spills from his head and lays around him. Horns stick from the sides of his head just above his ears, faded blue in color, and curl upward at the tips like a bull’s. As he lifts his head, you see his eyes are all black - all four of them. Two are where eyes usually are, but there are two small ones where eyebrows should. His limbs are long and strong, with blue veins that wrap around his body beneath his pale skin.

As he lifts his head, you notice something isn’t right. He’s bleeding, and badly at that. The black blood spills from a great wound on his chest, where there is a sword sticking out. He lurches towards you, coughing up more black blood.

You step towards him, your hands shaking. You take the hilt of the sword and look up at him. His dark eyes focus on you and he breathes slowly, nodding his head. You pull, yanking the sword out with a sickly, wet sound.

The demon spews more blood, toppling forward and gasping for breath before he collapses. You finally let out a scream, drop the sword and run towards the door, but you stop yourself. You glance back at the creature on the floor, seeing him lay there motionless. 

Stepping towards him, you kneel and touch his shoulder. You see the exit wound of the sword between his wings. Unsure your magic will work on him, you try to heal him.You smooth your fingers over the cut, whispering the spell. Small vines stitch his wound together, and the wound turns into a faint blue scar. 

The creature groans, tilting his head to look up at you. “What are you doing?”

You swallow down the fear that has built into a lump in your throat. “I’m trying to help you.”

He wheezes, laying his head back down on the floor. For a while, you work on his wounds. He eventually falls asleep, or just passes out. You fix him up with a pillow and blanket and return downstairs, letting him rest. 

That evening, as you’re making something to eat, you hear him come down the stairs. He stoops in the doorway, lowering his head way down, and turns sideways to slip through before standing there, staring down at you. 

“Hi.” You wave your hand, unsure what else to do.

The demon breathes, tilting his head to one side as he continues to glare down at you. He almost touches the high ceiling, and his body is toned and muscular. His long tail sweeps along the ground then curls up around his waist. His body is almost all white, fading into blue along his hands and feet. His face is smooth, with a nose like a cat’s and a sharp jawline with cheeks that are extremely hollow and almost transparent. His teeth are sharp, and look like sapphires as his lip curls up.

You motion to the stove. “Hungry?”

His lips curl into a smile. “You summoned me in the middle of battle.”

You shake your head. “I didn’t know,” you whisper shyly. “I didn’t even mean to.” You try to speak louder. “It was an accident.”

The demon moves forward, stooping down as he comes towards you. “An accident?”

You nod sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

“You used your blood,” he growls.

“I was pricked by a thorn.” You take a step back until you touch the fridge. “I mean it. It was truly an accident. I didn’t mean to do it at all. I was just trying to clean!”

“It doesn’t matter now if it was an accident.” He clicks his tongue. “Blood was used and the bond was forged. You summoned me, and now I am yours for all eternity.”

That word makes your heart jolt. “But it was a mistake!” you gasp. “There was no intent, there was no-” You stop yourself, realizing that when your finger was pricked you were wishing for someone to help you, someone to share this new home with. “Oh, no.” You cup your hand over your mouth.

“No intent,” the demon chuckles. “Sure.”

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur. You look up guiltily at him. “Please, don’t be mad.”

His eyes are all black, so they are hard to read. He reaches out, placing his hand upon your head. “I was going to die when you summoned me. So perhaps I should be grateful. You even healed my wounds.”

You peer up at him. “You were hurt.”

“Ariton,” he growls at you. “I suppose I should call you Master now.”

You glance aside and fidget. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

Ariton’s deep, throaty laugh sounds dangerous. He pulls his hand away, capturing a few locks of your hair in his hands and bringing it up to his face, kissing it before letting it fall back into place.

“I am yours, Master, from here to eternity. I am yours to do with as you see fit.” His dark voice rumbles along your skin, making you gasp quietly. 

“I don’t really have anything in mind.” You look him over. “I do have to go shopping at some point. I could use help carrying groceries.”

Ariton sniffs, his lip curling up again. “You must be joking.”

You duck your head down again. “No.”

“You can do what you want to me,” he snarls. “You can make me do things to you too - and you want me to carry groceries.”

You press your lips into a firm line as your cheeks blossom bright red, burning slightly from the implication on his tongue. “I don’t know you well enough to do all that now.”

Ariton scoffs. “So you want me to carry groceries?”

You peer up at him. “I get very anxious in crowds. I really don’t like it.” You sigh. “But then again, walking around with someone like you might make things worse.”

“I can change shape to suit,” he replies. “I could look like anything or anyone.”

“I suppose that’s true.” You avoid looking at him directly again. “You never answered my question from before.”

Ariton sniffs. “And what was that?”

You peer up at him again. “Are you hungry?”

Ariton sighs, his large shoulders slouching. “What do you have?”

The next day, you go out into town with Ariton. He takes on the appearance of a tall, handsome man with long black hair, a hooked nose, and sharp features. He wears sunglasses to hide the fact his eyes have two pupils each, and a blue coat. His fingertips are still blue, as if stained by ink.

As you go about the shopping, he stays near you like a shadow. He glares and sneers at anything that comes close to him, and makes faces at almost everything you stop to look at. You’ve got your own way of dealing with things each time you go out to shop. It’s the only way your anxiety will let you deal - you have to plan everything you do, or else you won’t do it.

At one point, you find yourself stuck behind a woman who is taking up the entire aisle with her shopping, talking on her phone and not paying attention to anyone around her. Ariton steps forward, takes the woman’s cart, and tosses it out of the aisle. You stand there shocked, and the woman becomes livid.

“Your children hate you, and your husband is sleeping with the very woman you’re talking to,” Ariton hisses quietly at her. “Your world is falling apart, and yet you feel the need to ignore others as you cave in on yourself.” He pushes her aside, grabbing the item you were waiting to get and taking your hand. “Come along, Master.”

You glance at the woman, who is staring dead-eyed at the ground. “What was that?” you hiss at Ariton.

He places the box of food in your hands. “Do you let people walk all over you? Do you let them crowd aisles without saying a word?” He lowers his glasses to look at you in the eye. “I won’t allow such treatment.”

“You didn’t have to-” You grimace. “That was cruel.”

“She’s a fucking piece of shit. Why should I care?” Ariton huffs.

“That still doesn’t give you a right to act that way!” you hiss at him. “Don’t you dare do it again.”

He pushes up his glasses and sneers. “Yes, Master.”

You keep your hand in his, letting him lead the way for you rather than skulking behind like a shadow. You feel safer with him in the lead, and even if he did bring that woman’s insecurities to the surface, you felt your anxiety about crowds slip away.

Once back home, you put away the groceries while Ariton looks over the newspaper. He grumbles things under his breath and laughs at certain events. Then he looks up at you, taking off the sunglasses. 

“Don’t you want help?” he asks.

“I can do this,” you answer him. “Besides, I have things a certain way, so it’s best I do it.”

Ariton tilts his head. “You must find other uses for me. I cannot keep on being your grocery handler.”

“I liked holding your hand,” you say quietly. “It was nice.”

“Holding hands?” Ariton sniffs. “Wouldn’t you rather have me for other uses? Like eating that rude lady? Or at least throwing her in a river somewhere.”

“No violence!” you snap at him. “What you did back there was bad enough.” You turn back to the cabinets as you fill them. “I’ve been lonely since I moved out here. It will be nice to have the company.” You gasp, feeling Ariton’s body pressed to your back.

Ariton blows into your ear, and you shut your eyes tight. “How about a lover, then?” His hands wrap around your body. They come up under your sweater and touch your bare skin. “A soft, plump delicacy as yourself deserves a gentle hand or two.” His throaty voice travels through your skin, making every hair stand on end. His strong hands grasp at your heavy breasts, kneading them through your bra. “You’re starved of touch. I can feel it,” Ariton moans.

You grip the counter, gasping as his fingers knead your body. “Ariton,” you whimper. You want to tell him to stop, and yet you want to feel more, so you still your tongue.

Ariton chuckles against your skin, licking along your neck and dragging his teeth down your nape. “A demon lover is considered the highest honor. Not to mention the power our lovemaking can produce.” He does away with your bra, letting it fall to the ground. His bare hands cup and knead your breasts, teasing the nipples. “I’ll do all your desires command. I’ll drive myself into you, coming only when you demand it, only when you’ve been satisfied.”

You’re growing dizzy. His hands pet down, pushing down your skirt and toying with your panties. “Black lace. How suggestive,” he purrs.

“It’s soft,” you gasp.

“I’m hard,” he laughs into your ear. 

You feel him against your ass and then rutting against your thigh. “Wait, isn’t this far too fast?” His heat feels good against your skin, and your own desires are clouding your mind. You are usually far more rational than this.

“You’re my Master,” Ariton whispers. “It doesn’t matter as long as it is what you want.”

You glance back, seeing he’s taken his demon form again. You weigh the options, but it all comes back to the dull ache in your loins. His fingers rub between your thighs, pressing against your now-damp panties.

“Your body is perfect for me,” Ariton snarls. “Something soft I can rest my weary bones against.” His fingers push against your panties, touching you directly. “What a plump, ripe mound you have, Master,” he growls. “I bet you’ll feel so inviting around my cock.”

“Please,” you whimper, “stop.”

Ariton immediately pulls away, taking his hands from your body. You lift up, turning to look at him. “You really obeyed,” you whisper.

“You’re my Master,” he growls. “And it would be cruel to continue after you said that. Even if you weren’t my Master.”

You look him over, your eyes resting on his aroused cock. It’s dark blue, shifting into pale blue near the base. The head is sharp and flared out, ridged the sides. Precome is dripping from the dip already.

“Did I-” You hesitate as you reach out. “Did I make you hard?”

Ariton licks his lips. “What else would have done it?”

You step towards him. “So, anything I want, you’ll do for me?”

Ariton nods. “Anything.”

You take hold of his hand and press it to your breast. His fingers flex, groping you gently. You moan softly, moving his hand and taking shuddering breaths as you guide it down, taking it between your thighs. You look up into his hazy, hooded eyes. 

“How does it feel?” you ask.

“Hot and wet.” His fingers curl, slipping inside you. “It makes my mouth water.”

You turn around, leaning over the counter, spreading your legs open and presenting your rear. “Finish what you started, then.”

Ariton growls as he moves into place. He slips his thick cock between your thighs, rubbing himself against your slit until he’s coated in your cream. He presses to the entrance, growling darkly into your ear as he leans over your body.

“Hurry, do it,” you pant. “I want it.”

Ariton moans. “Yes, my Master.” He slips deep inside, stretching you. “Do you want more, Master?”

“Stop talking,” you gasp. You squeeze around his shaft, moaning out loud. “Just fuck me.”

Ariton’s dark laugh tickles all over your skin. “As you wish.”

You gasp for breath as he moves. His cock drives deep, pulling out to tease you. His strong hands roam over your body while he leaves kisses and bites on your shoulders and neck. The heat inside you has grown, taking over so much you can barely think, let alone breathe. You nearly fall over as you come. Your knees buckle and your feet slip back, so Ariton holds you, driving himself inside until his release. 

You catch your breath as you lay on the cold kitchen floor. Ariton’s arm is draped around you, and his tail coils up around your leg. 

“Well,” you pant. “That was, uhm… nice.”

“Just nice?” Ariton sneers. “I can do so much better than nice. I held back. Had I given you everything, you would have passed out from the pleasure.”

You kiss him and he leans in closer to you. “It was more than nice,” you assure him. You lay back again, and his palm trails down your torso. “I still have spots in my eyes.”

Ariton kisses you. “I’ll put stars in them next time, Master.”

“It’s been so long.” You curl up in his embrace. 

Ariton holds you, and a low purr grows in his chest. “I am yours, and I will never keep you waiting.”