Demon Boyfriend (Orobas-complete)

    “You summoned him through ice cream?” You look at your brother with disbelief as he sips his tea. 

    “It was just a mistake,” he says. 

    “But why did you summon him at all?” You scoff. “You know dealing with demons is bad shit, Sean.”

    She shrugs, seeming terribly smug about himself. You roll your eyes and huff. “Well, where is he now?”

    Sean sets his cup down. “He didn’t want to come in here,” he says. “He said it smelled awful.”

    You scowl, and Sean flinches. “I mean, for a demon! It smells like peaches to me.”

    “That’s because of the pie!” You snap, jutting your finger at the oven. You huff and glance out the window. Both you and your bother had been studying magic since you were small. You had been warned on the dangers of summoning, so it was a shock your brother summoned a powerful demon merely to get laid!

    “His names Berith,” Sean murmurs and you turn your attention back to him. “He’s nice to me,” he says. “I really like him.”

    You sigh. “Oh my god. You’re in love with him.”

    Sean looks up with red cheeks and starry eyes along with a guilty expression.

    You grumble under your breath and rub your temple. “I can’t believe this. You summoned a fucking booty call, and now you’re in love?”

    “Well,” he shifts in his chair.

    “He’s going to have to get over the smell,” you growl. “I want to meet him. Not today!” You snap. “Because I might try to kill him. But when I cool down, I want to meet this Berith.”

    Sean jumps up and hugs you. “Thank you, I promise you’ll like him.”

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You give him a tight squeeze. “If he ever does anything I’ll fuck him up.”

    After Sean leaves, you start cleaning up your kitchen. You had never considered summoning an option. But your brother had done it and for a booty call too. You smirk to yourself, wondering if you’d ever be that desperate.

    You go to your bathroom to wash up. As you stand in the mirror, you look at yourself. Your glasses start to fog up in the steam, so you take them off. In an instant between removing them and setting them down, you think you see something in the mirror. You turn around, looking into the shower. All you see extra is steam, perhaps it was a trick of the eye.

    You step under the water, washing your hair and scrubbing your face. As you face is covered with soap you hear something whispering in your ear. You turn quickly, snapping your eyes open.

    “Oh fuck!” You scream as soap gets in your eyes.

    You hurriedly wash them out.

    “Smooth move,” a low growl rumbles in the bathroom.

    You frown. “Who the fuck is there?” You spit.

    He chuckles darkly. “Your brother has my friend. Since I can't convince Berith to come back, I thought I’d ask you.”

    You cuss heavily under your breath. You fumble for a towel and grab it, realizing someone has handed it to you. You grab your glasses and look up at the creature hanging down from your ceiling. His body is pure white and looks creamy and soft to the touch. His legs are bent and twisted, looking like an animal’s. His feet are large hooves with thick, fluffy fur covering them. His arms are extra long, and the palms have strange red slits on them. His neck is long, swan-like indeed. And his head looks horse shaped mix with a touch of a fox. His eyes are bright pink and on his head is a single black horn that looks like a raw crystal.

    “Fucking demons,” you roll your eyes.

    He snorts. “Is that the only reaction you have?” He steps off your ceiling and stands before you, blocking you from exiting the bathroom door.

    You look him over, he’s not bad looking at all. His body looks nice, and he radiates a smell that’s spicy and dark like incense. You glance back at his eyes and shrug. 

    “What sort of reaction did you want?” You scoff. “And what are you doing in my house? You’re trespassing!”

    “I came so I can bring my friend home,” he growls. 

    “He’s with my brother. If he doesn’t wanna go, then how am I going to change his mind?” You point towards the door. “I can make you leave though!”

    He smirks, tilting his head towards his sharp shoulder. “What makes you think you can make me leave?”

    “My foot in your ass,” you snap at him. You shove him aside so you can walk by and get to your bedroom.

    He follows close behind you, standing close enough you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. You change and ignore him, crawling into bed without a second thought. When you wake up, he’s still there, hanging from the ceiling staring down at you. 

    “For fuck’s sake,” you grouse as you get up and put your glasses on. You glare at him and then go about your business. You make breakfast while he growls and grunts lewdly into your ear. While you eat, he keeps moving your cup around. Several times he changes the liquid inside from hot tea to coffee, then to grape kool-aid, and then back to tea, and then to vinegar. You just try to ignore him because you know he wants a reaction. 

    As you try to do laundry, he keeps taking your clothes out and throwing them aside. He opens your dryer, tossing out all that half-damp clothes into a basket of dirty rags. You’re starting to get annoyed, but you continue to try and ignore him.

    You go to your garden to pick suppliers for spells, you also sell herbs and the like in bulk to some of the other witches in the city who can’t have yards. You catch the demon chewing on the stalk of one of your sunflowers, and then he throws a garden snake at you. It isn’t harmful, but it’s cruel to the snake and fucking scary.

    You snap and throw a whole bucket of fertilizer on him. “Fuck off! I’m sick of it!”

    He snarls, his eyes glowing from pink to orange. “Did you just dump shit on me.”

    “Yeah! And it was chicken shit to you asshole!” You glare at one another, both of you seething. He then suddenly vanishes, poofing away in a bright flash of light. You sigh with relief, hoping that’s the end of it.

    That evening, after dinner and washing up, you walk into your bedroom and find the whole place has been turned upside down. The ceiling is the floor, and the bed and everything else is the roof. You step inside and stare up in awe.

    “You’re still here aren’t you?” You groan.

    He breathes into your ear. “I had to wash the chicken shit off,” he growls.

    You look up, seeing him laying in your bed. “What do I have to do to get rid of you?” You grumble.

    “You had your chance, now you’re stuck with me,” he hisses. “I’m going to pay you back for throwing SHIT on me!”

    You roll your eyes. “Any way we can be civil about this? Why not just throw shit on me and get it over with?”

    He chuckles. “Oh no. It isn’t that simple. You don’t fuck with Orobas and get away with it.”

    You arch a brow. “Who?”

    “Me!” He hisses.

    The room turn and you scream as you fall from the ceiling. He grabs you and shoves you down onto the bed. He pins you down by your shoulders and smirks. “I’m going to be your shadow,” he snarls. “Every move you make, I’m there. Every time you shower, I’m there. Every time you eat, I’m there.”

    You frown up at him. “I’ve had needy boyfriends before!” You shake him off and sit up. “Can you make like, ocean sounds or some shit? Make yourself useful if you’re going to be a stick up my ass.”

    He licks his lips with a long, blood-red tongue. “I can certainly put something up your ass,” he groans lewdly. 

    You glare at him. “Are you fucking twelve?” You turn the light off. “Enjoy watching me sleep, creep.”

    For the next few days, he keeps to his word. He follows you around like a shadow, breathing in your ear and making everything an extra step longer. Every day he gets a little closer. Eventually, he starts grabbing you. His strong hands grip your hips or waist, yanking you around. In the shower, his breathing turns from annoying to semi-erotic. You find it strange how much you like being watched in the shower. 

    As the month comes to a close you discover it’s not just Orobas who has gotten handsy, but you as well. You start to want to touch him. When he’s close to you your rub your rear against him. You touch his skin, finding it’s like silk. In the shower you make him scrub you, using his hands to wash your entire body. You’ve forgotten this is supposed to be a punishment. You actually enjoy having Orobas around!

    You wake one night from a bad dream, and you sit up in bed. You feel the end dip, and then you see his glowing pink eyes. “Why aren’t you asleep?” His voice is hushed and deep.

    “Bad dream,” you grumble, rubbing your eyes. “A fucking bunch of crows attacked me.”

    “Gross,” he whispers.

    “What are you doing?” You ask. “Are you still watching me sleep every night and being a fucking creep?”

    He chuckles, and you feel his hands on your ankles. “Always.”

    You chuckle. “You know, it’s been kind of nice lately,” you admit. “I’m always here by myself. Even if you are an annoying piece of shit.”

    He laughs. “I’ve noticed. You’ve been enjoying yourself way too much. I’d leave, but that would defeat my purpose.”

    “You wouldn’t-” you whimper, “would you?”

    He’s quiet for a beat. “No,” he whispers.

    You sigh with relief. “I don’t know why but...that scared me for a second. If you left-” you hesitate. 

    “What?” His hands travel up your legs. “Tell me.”

    “If you left,” you murmur, “I’d miss you.”

    He growls low. “I’m going to bite your face off,” he moans. “Then I’m going to eat you.”

    You bite your lip and smirk. “Orobas, come here.” You hold out your hands to him and draw him forth. You kiss him, hungrily. Your mouths are open, and you taste him. You slurp on his tongue and pull him down, tangling your legs together as his hands rip away your clothes. His sharp teeth drag down your skin, biting and sucking every inch of flesh. You whimper and throw your head back, enjoying is violent kisses.

    He bites your panties and rips them clean off you. He then lifts up, showing you his palm. The red slit there opens, and a long, slippery tongue hangs out. He then cups his palm around your mound, and the tongue pushes inside you. You gasp and shudder, clenching around the squirming protrusion. 

    Orobas chuckles. “Perhaps this is the torture I wanted all along.”

    You grunt and shiver. “You want torture?” You sit up and slap his hand away. “I’ll give you torture.” You shove him down onto the bed. You reach into your bedside drawer and take out a pair of handcuffs. “This is where we start.” You loop the handcuffs around the bars of the headboard and cuff his wrists. He struggles but smirks. He looks up at you and licks his lips.

    “Were you planning this?” He asks.

    You shake your head. “Not at all. But I must admit, it feels good to do that.” You stand up off the bed. You find a scrunchie, and you tie your hair up away from your face. You then look at him and smirk.

    “I don’t like that look on your face,” he growls.

    “And I don’t like your face.” You sit down on the bed beside him. You kiss him and bet your hand down his body. Your fingers find his cock, and you dance your fingers along the shaft. He moans softly, giving himself away.

    “What was that?” You giggle.

    “Nothing,” he chokes on another moan.

    You smirk with pride and wrap your fingers around his shaft. “I know what I heard,” you start to slowly stroke him. “Don’t lie to me.”

    He grunts and writhes in his bonds. Jerking his hips to meet your fist, so you stop. He whines pitifully in anger, and he glares at you. “Stop this!”

    You kiss him softly. “No. I’m paying you back for all the aggravation you’ve caused me this month. One night of it.”

    He snarls and breathes hard. “Fuck,” he gulps.

    You start rubbing him again, and he bites his lip. His eyes linger on you. You look down, seeing his cock is erect and throbbing hard in your fist. It fades from white at the base to deep red at the tip. It almost looks like candy that way. 

    You take my hand off him, and you see him struggling to complain. He watches me as you move, placing yourself on his belly with his cock rubbing your ass. You lean forward, kissing him and rubbing yourself along his length. He moans in your mouth, and you bite his tongue.

    “You said you could enjoy yourself?” You growl.

    He huffs. “So frustrating?”

    You giggle, enjoying yourself way too much. “What is?”

    “You!” He snaps and grunts. “This?” He struggles against the handcuffs. “The way...oh fuck-” he groans.

    “What?” You purr, pushing back against his erect cock more. “Tell me.”

    “I want inside you!” He snarls. “I want to be fucking you! I have been for weeks now! Every time I see you...oh god-”

    You kiss him softly. “You could have had me,” you say.

    “I thought you hated my guts,” he huffs. “But I’ve wanted you.”

    You kiss him again. “Good boy,” you sit up and guide his tip to your slit. You rub him there and slowly impale yourself upon him. 

    Orobas grunts and writhes, gasping with a thrill as he watches his cock disappear inside you. You bite your lip, you’ve never taken something this big before. You take all of him though, sitting on him and showing him your full pussy.

    “Mm, had I known you’d feel this good,” you swirl your hips. “I would’ve taken you sooner.”

    Orobas’ mouth hangs open, and he shivers. 

    You slowly start to bounce. You still want to tease him, but you’re starting to grow frustrated yourself. You want to feel him deeper and harder inside you. You tap his hip. “Aren’t you going to move for me?” You pant. “You’ve got good legs, use them.” You lean back, bracing yourself as he starts to move.

    He arches his back and lifts his hips, he moves slowly at first. His eyes are glazed over, and he looks like he’s in a daze. You tease him, touching yourself as he moves inside you. You rub your clit and moan your own name.

    He snarls and hisses. He starts thrusting hard, nearly throwing you off. You yelp with pleasure and cry out. You fall onto his belly as he drives up inside you, hitting deep places you’ve never felt before.

    “Oh fuck!” You wail. You sit up and shove him down, slapping his hip. “Enough!” You pant. You spank his hip again, and he shows his teeth. “Mm,” you swallow down a steamy breath, and you make him still.

    “Enough,” you roll your hips, letting him watch as you lift off him then take him back deep inside. You press your fingers at his base and knead them there. “Mmm,” you moan sweetly. “This is supposed to be torture now. You can’t be having fun too fast.” You lean forward again and thrust back against him. “This mine,” you growl. “From now on, you’re mine.” You lick his chest and bite his nipple, making him groan with pleasure. You then feel it, his cock twitches and spasms. Deep inside you, his cum floods your womb and dribbles from your lips.

    He moans and whimper, a strained, pitiful look on his face. You sit up and glare at him. “What did you just do?” You sit up as him seed splatters on his belly. You rise up, straddling his face. “How dare you?”

    He snarls, licking at you. “I’m sorry.”

    “Sorry,” you moan as you bring yourself close to his mouth. “Show me.”

    He growls, licking and thrusting his long tongue inside you. You whimper, gripping the headboard. You ease down further, rubbing yourself against his face. He sucks at you, lapping your clit and sucking it. You tremble and trap him between your thighs. You gasp, throwing back your head you cum on his face. 

    You flop back, laying on his stomach with your cheek on his thigh.     

    “Oh wow,” he pants.

    You tremble, and a smile spreads across your lips. “Can you get out of those cuffs?”

    His hands are on your thighs. “I always could,” he chuckles. He helps you sit up, and you kiss him. You wrap your arms around his long neck as the kiss grows deeper.

    “Was that fun for you?” You smirk at him.

    “Extremely!” He chuckles. “I liked when you spanked me. Next time lets start with that.”

    “I’m not even sure what came over me,” you giggle as he lays you back down in bed. 

    He kisses your neck. “I know exactly what it was,” he purrs. “And I greatly enjoyed it. I do feel bad I came so fast.”

    You snort. “I actually was kind of mad at that. I was having fun, and then you had to go and ruin it.”

    He stretches. “You just felt so fucking good!” He then grins at you. “I promise, next time I’ll last throughout your entire torture.”

    You smile sweetly at him. “As long as you don’t leave me.”

    He rolls over and lays his head on your breast. “I would never leave you. You’re terrifying.”

    You chuckle and kiss the top of his head. “I love you Orobas.”

    He sighs. “I love you too, my terror.”