Demon Girlfriend Vine (complete)

    You wake up from a dream that felt so real that when you sit up in bed, you’re disoriented for a while. As you remember you’re in your bedroom, you sigh and hold your face in your hands. 

    “Holy shit,” you groan. You covered in a cold sweat, and your throat feels like you’ve been screaming for hours. You get up out of bed and walk to the kitchen. You turn on the lights and make yourself a cup of ice water.

    You’ve always been attuned to things. Your whole family was like that, attuned and aware of the events beyond nature and the human-scope. It came from your father, who had been able to see things and understand them all his life. Your sister, Adair, was much like your father. She took to life as smooth as could be. But your power was stronger. Things came to you and whispered at you, asking for favors because of your gift. You’ve learned to seal it off when need be, but sometimes when you sleep things have a way of getting in.

    This last dream was just an example of that. The creature that came to you had just woken from a deep slumber. She rose from the dark earth, and it fell away from her pure white body. She was incredibly tall, with long, elegant limbs. She was muscular too, with broad shoulders, thick arms, four of them in fact, and sinewy thighs. Her feet were like the hind legs of a cat, arched and ending in thick paws. Her fingers were tipped with claws and were stained from clawing out of the earth. She has two horns drop down where ears would be, and along the back of her head were thick, rope-like locks of hair. Her chin jutted out like an underbite, and great tusks jutted out of the sides of her pink mouth. She had perfectly round eyes with diamond-shaped irises that left trails of light as she turned her head.

    When those eyes fell on you, flames of color rose from them, and she charged at you. That was when you woke, right before she reached you.

    You gulp down another glass of ice water and sit there at the table, slowly breathing. You can sense there is something strange with the air. It tastes as if there is metal on your tongue and every hair on your body stands on end.

    “You’re here, aren’t you?” You whisper. “You followed me.”

    You hear something, like shimmering but made vocal. It echoes around you, sometimes close and at other moments far away.

    “Who are you? What do you want?” You whisper.

    The sound grows louder and louder until it envelopes all your senses.  In an instant, everything goes deathly quiet, and you can hear her breathing in your ear.

    “I want to hide,” she whispers. “I’m scared.”

    “What are you afraid of?”

    “Mother,” she whispers. “Asmodai, she’s waking up.”

    You turn and see her hand on your shoulder. Her skin is velvety and smooth, and she has the faint scent of jasmine on her. You look up more, seeing she crouched over and hid her face in your hair.

    “You scared me,” you tell her cooly. It’s all you can do right now not to freak out.

    She lifts her head, and you realize her face is somewhat sweet. Something about her terrified expression softens her. “I know.”

    You look back down at the table and watch as the ice cubes in your cup shift. “Why did you follow me?”

    “To hide,” she repeats. “I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. When I woke up, my brothers weren’t there. I didn’t want to deal with Asmodai alone!”

    “Brothers?” You whisper. “What are you?”

    “Demon,” she says low. “You have the blood of a witch,” she says. “I could smell it, and it made me feel safe.”

    You move slowly then, standing up and turning to look at her. She grazes the ceiling and has to stoop down in order to not hit it completely. 

    “If you give me your blood,” she speaks rushed, still afraid and in panic, “I will serve you!” She says and kneels on her knees before you. “I will be yours, and you can command me to do as you please! And then, I won’t have to worry about her!”

    “What’s your name?” You ask.

    She looks up at you, trails of green light flowing from her eyes. “Vine,” she says.

    “Vine,” you take her hands. “You’re safe here. I can tell you’re scared. If you need to hide here to can.”

    She kisses your palms. “You are good!”

    You’re not sure what to make of this. You had always assumed demons would be, well...assholes. But she seemed timid and sweet. 

    “Vine, listen,” you pull your hands away. “I don’t know what exactly I’m inviting in, so if you want to stay here, you’re going to have to behave.”

    She then smirks and licks her lips. “Offer me your blood, and I will do anything for you,” she purrs. “Truly, anything.”

    You furrow your brow at her. “I think I’ll save that for later.”

    She stands suddenly and looms over you. “Your blood is old,” she whispers. “Your ancestor must have been a truly powerful witch.”

    “Stop sniffing my blood, ok?” You ask her. “I get that enough.”

    Vine tilts her head. “I am not surprised you would be pestered by the ethereal if you’d like I can keep them away from you.”

    You eye her suspiciously. “You can?”

    “They’re afraid of me,” she grins.

    You huff, feeling the weight of sleep on you. “Sure. Fine. I’m too tired for this.” You make your way back to bed, but Vine follows close after you. She watches you as you crawl under the blankets, and as you nestle down, she moves to the foot of the bed.

    “Can you not like...do that?” You grunt. “Can’t you just-” you stop, seeing she’s nowhere to be seen. Still, you can feel her presence around you and every so often you hear the vocal shimmering nearby. You sigh and lay back down to bed, falling asleep quicker than you expected.

    Vine becomes a permanent fixture in your home, and she keeps her promise. She keeps away the ethereal creatures who have plagued you since you were a child. She’s also made it to where your fridge is never empty, and your cabinets always have exactly what you’re looking for in them.

    Which is all well and good, except for the fact she’s still pestering you herself. While Vine doesn’t show up much, you do catch glimpses of her. Often times while you’re in the shower, or you’re changing clothes. She also comes to you in dreams, sometimes replacing the creature of your fantasy. She wants your blood and to make a pact with you.

    “You need to stop this,” you tell her as you shower.

    Her breath is cold in the midst of the thick steam. “Whatever do you mean?”

    You glance from the corner of your eye, you don’t see her directly, but you can see her shape in the mirror. “Yeah, that?” You scoff. “It aggravates me. Don’t play cute or stupid or whatever it is. I’m tired of it.”

    The shower curtain rips back, and Vine stands there. “Would you rather I be more direct with you then?”

    You frown at her. “Preferably.” 

    She steps into the shower and presses you back against the wall. “Then I will be aggressive.” She pins you to the wall with one set of hands while the other strokes down your body.

    You glare up at her. “Is this a joke?”

    She slips her hand between your thighs and rubs your mound. You whimper and bite your lip.

    “Vine, wait,” you moan.

    She pulls her fingers back, revealing your period blood on them. “Let me taste you,” he growls. “Right now, both of us will enjoy it immensely.”

    You close your thighs and glare up at her. “Just because you give me wet dreams, don’t think I’m so easy.”

    She smirks and dips down, kissing your neck. “I’ve been learning in those dreams,” she purrs. “All the things you want and everything that turns you on.” She rubs her hands down your body. You glance down, watching as her fingers ripple over your small breasts and gently caress your budding nipples.

    “I know you want me,” she purrs in your ear.

    You glare up at her. “And your point?”

    She releases your arms, and you put your hands on her chest. “So what if I want you?” You ask her as your touch her arms and waist. “People in hell want ice water.”

    She chuckles. “People in hell don’t even consider ice water.” She slips her fingers back between your legs, rubbing your mound slowly. You glance down, seeing your blood pool at your feet and swirl away down the drain.

    You bite your lip and hold on to Vine’s arms. You gasp and grunt, sighing softly as she touches you. One of her fingers slips inside, and you clench tight around it.

    Vine chuckles. “You’re very tight,” she purrs.

    “I’m a virgin,” you growl at her.

    “What?” She gasps and slips her hand away.

    You smirk up at her. “Couldn’t tell that?” You ask with smugness. “I don’t much care for sex, but I’ll give you credit, you have talented fingers.” You turn off the shower and step out, taking a towel to your hair.

    “What do you mean?” Vine follows you as you go to your bedroom.

    You place a pad in your panties as you step inside them. “What do you want to know?”

    “You don’t like sex? But you’ve never had it!” Vine exclaims.

    “It’s not the sex,” you say. “It’s the person. I’ve never felt like having sex with anyone.” You look up at her after you slip on your shirt. “Until now.”

    Vine gasps softly as you tug her down, kissing her gently before releasing her. 

“I like your fingers,” you whisper to her.

She moans softly, and her eyes trail a soft purple. “My tongue is better trained.” She says this and slips her tongue out. It’s forked at the end and long, each fork is able to move on its own.

“Oh,” you actually feel your face burn.

She smirks. “I don’t even know why you bothered to put panties back on.” She bears down on you, inching you backward until your calves touch your bed. You fall backwards, and she grabs your hips. She nuzzles your belly and thighs, kissing slowly down. She then tugs at your panties, hooking her tusks under them and ripping them off.

You glance up, seeing your underwear hanging from the tusk. You blush more and tuck your chin down as you suppress a smile.

Vine shakes her head, tossing your panties away. “Did you like that?” She asks.

You lay back on the bed. “A little.”

She chuckles and kisses your belly again. She kisses your mound and uses her fingers to open you up. You close your eyes and lay back, taking in a deep breath as her tongue pressed against you. You gasp and shiver as you feel it swirl around your folds and squirm about. Vine groans and growls, pressing close you feel her tusks on your skin. She slurps and snarls, lapping you up.

You gasp and shudder, gripping down on the bed as her tongue burrows inside you. Her nose ruts against your clit, and you feel the suddenly swelling inside you. It grows tighter and tighter, and she groans and slurps it pops. You cry out and squish her head between your thighs. Her hands grab your legs and ass, and she starts to giggle.

As she frees herself and lifts her head, you see your blood smeared on her face. “That good?” She licks her chops. “I can do it again.

    You prop yourself up on your elbows and smirk at her. “Yeah, pretty damn good.”

    Vine kisses you, and she bites your lip. “Thank you for the offering.”

    “Thank you for the orgasm,” you purr. “You’ve been teasing me with it all this time.”

    Vine chuckles, “for someone who has never had sex you have some pretty kinky thoughts.” She stands up from the bed and stretches.

    You watch her for a moment, and you bite your lip. You reach out and slap her ass. She cries out from shock then moans. You rub her cheek where you slapped, and she trusts her ass into your palms more. You spank her again, and her long moan sounds like pure pleasure.

    “Is that all you’ve got?” She growls.

    You spank her ass again, and she sighs, holding back a loud moan as you slap her cheek again. You rub her where you’ve slapped, kissing her lower back and biting her side. You drag your teeth down her skin and bite her ass.

    “Ow,” she giggles and looks down at you. “I’m yours now, is this what you want to do to me?”

    You smirk at her. “I want you,” you purr seductively. “To get me a fresh pair of panties.”

    Vine’s eyes widen.

    “And a pad,” you ass on.

    She lingers for a moment before doing as you asked. When she comes back, she slips your underwear on and puts the pad in place. “Is that all?”

    You sit up and pull her down, kissing Vine lovingly. “I like you a lot,” you whisper to her. “I feel safe with you, even when you’re being weird and creepy.”

    Vine nuzzles to your cheek. “You make me feel safe too.”

    “But...can we go a little slow?” You ask. “I’m not used to this sort of thing.”

    Vine kisses your cheek and brushes your hair from your face. “Hey, I got what I wanted,” she smirks. “And I’m pretty sure you got something too.” She looks into your eyes. “And I’m not going anywhere now. Actually, you’re pretty much stuck with me.”

    You kiss her again and tug her down into bed with you.

    In the morning, you wake up being the big spoon to Vine, your phone is also ringing. Vine sits up and hands it to you, yawning as you answer.

    “Adair? Why are you calling so early?” You grumble.

    “Mind if I stop by?” She asks.

    You glance anxiously at Vine. “Uh...I mean, why?” You ask.

    “You have a demon too right?” She asks.

    “How did you-” you gasp.

    Adair chuckles. “It’s a long story but my little demon boy, Barbas wants to talk to your demon. Vine was it?”

    You look over at Vine whose eyes are glowing bright and trailing vivid colors even without moving. “Do you know a Barbas?” You ask.

    Her eyes narrow. “Yes, why?”

    You swallow back the lump in your throat. “He wants to talk.”

    Vine chuckles and smirks. “Good. I have a lot I want to say as well.”