Demon Boyfriend (Barbas-Complete)

    I am in a great deal of a pickle. I feel as if the universe is collapsing in on my head! As of recently, as if it is some horrible trend, the demon lords have been disappearing. One by one they have been leaving our realm and going to earth. Now granted, some of the lords have been banished, sent to locations where they cannot move. Being sent to the human realm is supposed to be a PUNISHMENT, not a leisure cruise!

    I am the majordomo to the demon lords. I keep track of their whereabouts and make sure they are where they are supposed to be. Needless to say, no one is where they are fucking supposed to be! I have been trying to hold the fort down, other demons and specters have been looking for them. Baal started this. He ran off centuries ago claiming he was bored! Bored! Of all things he was bored? I had plenty for him to do. Then, when Eligos vanished, it just seems like everyone jumped on the same ship. “Hey guys, let's stress the fuck out of Barbas and go fuck humans for eternity.”

    It’s my responsibility to make sure all the demon lords are accounted for. As such, it all falls on my head to go look for them. So much imbalance in our realm is not right. If I don’t get some of them back, bad things could start to happen. I know things are bad when I keep my tail coiled around me under my robes. I comfort myself this way, always have. I squeeze my tail around myself in an attempt to soothe the anxiety. 

    I make up my mind that, if I find Eligos first and coerce him back then the others will follow. After all, it was his troublesome influence that had caused all the others to vacate in the first place. His control is great, especially since Baal is MIA. 

    I manage to track Eligos down, and I transport myself as close as I can to his location. I stand in the middle of a human apartment. It is nothing I would assume Eligos would be comfortable with. Why would he ever stay in such a place? 

    I look around, hoping to find some evidence of Eligos here. For sure, I can sense him. His dark energy is thick in the air, and yet it feels like he has never been here before. This apartment is small, the kitchen is tiny, and the sink is full of dishes. The fridge is nothing to sniff at, barely any food in there at all. In another room, the floor is lined with white sheets, and there are canvases and stacked papers everywhere. Near the windows, there is an easel, and the floor around it is covered with paint. There is a canvas on the easel, and when you walk around to see it, you see a strangely hypnotic painting. It looks almost like a woman dancing naked. Her arms are raised, and she faced forward, but it also looks like smoke in the breeze. 

    The door opens, and I freeze. Someone walks into the apartment and is singing to themselves. Keys rattled as they are laid on the table. I turn to try and hide, but I end up hitting the canvas and knocking over the easel. They fall with a loud clatter and hit a stack of empty cans. 

    “Hello?” Her voice calls out.

    I trip, stepping right onto one of the cans and falling backward onto the paint-spattered sheet. The next thing I know, I’m looking up to the light and seeing a shadow hovering over me.

    “Oh dear,” she says, “are you hurt?”

    I sit up, staring up at this woman. I’m in trouble now. I’ve been seen, I’m caught! If she panics and starts to scream, I’ll never be able to get all the lords back!

    “You’re awful cute,” she says and smiles. Her dark hair falls off her shoulder.

    I choke for a moment. “What?”

    She holds her hand out to me. “Can you stand?”

    I rise up, ignoring her offered hand. She’s much taller than me, then again everyone is taller than me. Her skin is a vibrant brown color, and her face is smattered with dark freckles. She chuckles and looks me over.

    “I wasn’t expecting company, but luckily I bought groceries. If you help me put them up, I’d appreciate it.” She walks back into the kitchen, and I can’t help but notice her hips swing attractively. 

    I follow her silently into the kitchen, watching as she puts food into that empty fridge. “Uh-” I stand in the middle of the kitchen, perplexed by her casual manner. I was expecting horror, even anger, instead she smiles at me. She also called me cute.

    She turns and looks at me. “Are you ok?” She asks.

    I swallow and freeze. “Yes uhm,” I tuck my arms behind my back. “Everything is fine.”

    “Where’d you come from?” She places a box of cereal on the shelf. “I don’t often get visitors like you?”

    My ears twitch. “Visitors like me?”

    She turns back to putting things away. “Usually they’re more like...astral. Is that the word?” She taps her fingers to her soft lips. “Ghosts and spirits and things like that.”

“You're visited by ghosts?” I scoff.

She nods. “My dad had the gift too. I’m used to it.”

“That explains a lot,” I grumble under my breath.

“What was that?” She turns and looks down at me.

I flinch again. “Nothing I just...I was shocked by how...well you’re taking this. It isn’t every day you have an intruder. Let along a demon at that.” Perhaps that will cause her to react.

“Oh wow!” She gasps and looks at me with a bright expression. “You’re a demon? I’ve never met one before!” She smiles at me. “This calls for a special dinner then.”

“Uh-” once again, I end up being the one knocked off my guard. 

She touches my cheek, and her skin is so soft. She smells a little like coconuts and honey. “I figured demons would be red. But you look like milk.”

My cheeks are growing warm. “Why would you think red?” I ask.

Her fingers stroke up my horns. “That’s just what everyone thinks. Black horns, pink eyes. You have a lovely color pallet.”

My heart is thrashing in my chest. “Well, uhm-”

She smiles at me. “What do you like to eat? I was thinking about making pasta tonight.”

I’m a little breathless, and I’ve lost my baring. I adjust my monocle back onto the bridge of my nose, and I nod. “I care not. I’ve not tried human cuisine much.”

    “Then you’re in luck. I’m not too bad at cooking I think. OH!” She then gasps. “What’s your name, by the way. I’m Adair.”

    “Barbas,” I’m breathless when I answer.

    “Nice to meet you, Barbas. Make yourself at home, I’m going to change clothes real quick and then I’ll make us dinner.” 

    “No!” I gasp. “Don’t,” she turns and looks down at me. “I can’t stay. I have something fundamental I need to do.”

    “Aw,” she pouts. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be here.”

    I sigh, taking one last look at her before I phase away. I’ve pinpointed Eligos’ energy again, so I follow it. I end up standing in a dark realm, a portal between our world and the humans. I see Eligos standing there, and he is a sight for sore eyes.

    “My lord!” I call out to him.

    He turns suddenly and his lip curls over his jagged teeth. “Oh for fuck's sake,” he snarls. He’s holding something small in his arms, but I’m too short to see what it is. I rush up to him and sigh.

    I feel nervous standing before him. Eligos has such a presence, it’s easy to see why he commands such respect. “Sire, I’ve come with great haste to find you. I’ve been tasked to bring you back to our-”

    He stamps his foot, and I jump back. “Barbas, I don’t want you here. I don’t care what you have to say. If I wanted to be where you are I’d be there.”

    “But, Sire!” I try to argue.

    Eligos bends over and roars loudly in my face. That’s when I hear it, the cries of a baby. “Fuck,” Eligos attends to the bundle in his arms. “You’ve woken him. His mother won’t be pleased.” 

    “Sire,” I gasp in horror. “Have you bred with a human? Is that your spawn?”

He then grabs me with one of my hands by the collar of my shirt. “If I ever see you again, Barbas, it will be the last.” He throws me, and I crash into a wall. 

    “Oh no!” I hear water running, and then I feel a wet palm on my cheek. “Are you ok?”

    I look up, seeing Adair standing over me, butt naked.

    “You came back,” she murmurs.

    “What? Adair? Where am I?” I gasp.

    She wraps a towel around herself, but it only seems to make it worse. She turns her shower off and looks at me. “You’re in my bathroom.”

    I groan and hang my head. “Dammit! Dammit! I claw at my forehead. “I was so close! If I can’t even make him listen to me I’ll-” I claw at my head, feeling my nails dig into my skin. I am beyond frustrated at this point. I want to tear my own flesh away and rip at my bones.

    “Hey, hey,” Adair takes my hands and holds them. “Stop that. There’s no point in hurting yourself when you’re that frustrated.”

    I look up at her, feeling a calm wash over me. “I can’t go back.”

    She wraps me up in her warm, soft arms and I suddenly understand the allure these humans have. “I was hoping you’d come back,” she whispers to me. “Can you stay this time?”

    I sigh, clinging to her and wanting her hug to last. “I have nowhere else to go.”

    She gets dressed, and she sets up the table. She has her long hair pulled back into a bun, and I can’t help but admire her neck. She serves me a big plate with bowtie pasta. There are bright greens and reds in it. It looks pleasing, and it smells fine.

“So tell me, what’s go you so stressed,” she sits down beside me with her plate.

I huff and shake my head. “There is an imbalance,” I tell her. “In our realm, the demon lords must all be accounted for. Their presence must be felt. It has been a long time since enough of them were in one place.”

“What’s going to happen if that continues?” She asks me.

“Mother will wake,” I shiver at the idea.

“You mom?” Adair giggles.

I scoff. “It isn’t something humans could understand,” I glare up at her. “For demons, a female is our most powerful entity. Mother is the most dangerous and powerful demon to exist. She hibernates now, and the only thing that will wake her is if she senses the missing presence of the lords.”

“Oh,” she bites back a smile. “And finding them all has been left up to you.”

I sigh and shake my head. “Everything is always left up to me. Every responsibility you could consider is always placed on my shoulders.”

Adair licks her lips. “No wonder you seem so stressed.” She then smirks at me. “Tell you what, I have a great trick for coping with stress. Can I try it on you?”

I huff and shake my head. “I doubt it will work, but you can try.”

“Ok then,” she slips off her chair and onto the ground. I stare in confusion until she kneels before me. She can’t be doing what I think she’s going to do! She parts my legs and pushes up my robes. 

“Oh my,” she smirks. “Impressive.” She takes hold of my cock and licks it.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, pushing my hands against her forehead. 

“Helping you,” she takes me between her lips, sucking on me and rubbing her tongue along my shaft. 

I grunt and moan, wanting to resist and fight but finding neither the will or strength to do it. I’m growing hard in her talented mouth. She pulls back and smirks at her handy work. “You’ve got a lovely cock on you.”

I watch as she pumps me in her fist, panting and wheezing. She licks my tip, suckling on it before she rubs me to her cheek. “You’re so big.”

“Am I?” My monocle falls from my eye as I watch her.

She grins. “Biggest I’ve ever seen.” She takes me back into her mouth, and I tangle my fingers in her hair. She moans as she sucks me and I shiver. My thighs tremble, and I can feel the surge of release. My cock throbs on her tongue, and my cum shoots down her throat. I cry out with pleasure as she continues to suck me. She doesn’t pull back until she’s sure I’ve been sucked dry. She licks her lips and smirks up at me.

“I bet you could do some damage to a girl,” she purrs.

I pant and wheeze, my mouth open as she kisses me. She sucks on my tongue, and I kiss her back. She pulls back and smiles at me. “Feel better, Barbas?”

“Wow,” I pant. “How did you-”

She kisses me again. “You’re cute, and I like you,” she says. “I’ll do it again if you want me to.”

I stand up and gaze at her in awe. “Really?”

“I told you I like you. Besides, I feel a little sorry for you. You seem so stressed and sad, I just wanted to see you smile.”

I bite my lip to keep from grinning. “Well, it worked,” I sigh.

She sits on my lap and kisses my cheek. “I’m glad.”

I trail my hand up her thigh and palm her rear. 

“Do you like that?” She whispers in my ear.

I shiver, groping her a little. “Do you?”

She licks inside my ear, and I start to melt. “I’d like your big, thick, demon cock inside me even better.”

“Oh,” I lose my breath.

“You can even pump your demon seed inside me if you’d like,” she purrs seductively.

My whole body is on fire. What is she doing to me?

She takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. She then strips before me, and I am enraptured by the sight of her. Her thick thighs and legs look warm and inviting. Her belly and breasts both look full and soft. I know the pleasures of her lips already, I wonder what else she could do.

She lays down on the bed and poses with her arms above her head. “Come here.” She then giggles. “Your cheeks have gone all pink. I didn’t realize demons could blush like that.”

“Ah- well-” I clear my throat and take off my clothes and crawl into bed beside her. I touch her, running my pale hand down her rich colored skin. “Soft,” I whisper. I kiss her neck, and she sighs. I trail my kisses between her breasts, and I cup them, making them squish around my ears.

She giggles, “that’s cute.”

“It feels so nice,” I moan.

“Like pillows?” Adair smirks.

I moan, kissing each breast. “Better.” I ease down her belly and then nuzzle to her thick thighs. I smell something sweet and dark. She opens her legs for me, and I see her dewy lips exposed to me. 

She touches herself, rubbing her fingers to her clit and spreading her plump lips. I’ve never seen such an inviting sight in all my life. 

“You’re drooling,” Adair purrs.

“Am I?” I wipe my chin.

She laughs and spreads herself open more. “You can have it.”

“Oh,” I gasp. I kneel between her thighs. I touch her, tracing along her folds and then tapping her clit.

Adair bites her lip and wiggles her hips. “Should I help you get hard again?”

I’m already halfway there. “No,” I whisper. “Just let me-” I lick her to taste her. She coats my tongue in her dark flavor, and I can’t help but go deeper for more.

She moans and giggles. She cups the back of my head as I explore her with my tongue. I like her warmth and wetness. Perhaps this is why all the lords have left. They’ve also found the comfort in a human’s cunt.

“Hey,” Adair whispers. I look up at her, seeing her darkened cheeks and seductive smile. “I want your big demon cock.” She growls as she pulls me up to kiss her.

She rolls me onto my back and pins me down. She guides my hands to her hips as she straddles me. She rubs herself to my shaft, and I can feel her deep heat and wetness. I cry out, shuddering as she ruts against me.

“Watch,” she purrs. I look up, seeing her guide the tip of my cock to her lips. She then eases down, and I watch her stretch to fit me. She moans, biting her lip as she takes all of me. She straddles me again and sighs.

“Oh wow,” my voice cracks.

“We have all night,” Adair moans as she grinds me inside her. “Let’s no rush, ok?”

I nod, watching her move. Her face is sultry, and her body is decadent. Watching her move on top of me is almost as good as feel her inner walls squeeze around me. I’m usually a quiet person, but I have a hard time keeping my voice in check. I moan and cry out loudly. My fingers dig into her hips and rear. She bends down, thrusting backward onto me. I kiss her neck and chest.

“Adair!” I moan loudly.

She dips down, kissing me and going still for a moment. She grins at me, and she looks like the very sun itself. “You like it, Barbas?”

I nod, gulping down a breath. “You’re good.”

She kisses me again and starts to roll her hips. “You feel good, baby.” She sits up again and starts moving harder than before. She pounds me down into the bed, and she plants her palms firmly on my chest. She cries out, and I feel her squeeze hard around me. I take hold of her, grabbing her hips again and I thrust up inside her. She screams, and I surge inside. I flood her womb and inner walls with my seed. She squeals and grinds me inside. She lays on top of me, kissing me as my cum dribbles from her cunt.

“That felt amazing,” she coos in my ear. “You really made a mess out of me,” she stretches and lounges on the bed beside me. She looks like a goddess to me, and I want to stay beside her.

“You were amazing,” I kiss her softly. “I’ve never felt that way before.”

She smirks. “You will again, I promise you that.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re too much fun to just let go.” 

I smile at her. “Is it ok if I stay a while. Eligos is right next door, maybe I could convince him eventually.”

“Oh, is that what that is next door?” Adair asks. “I know there’s a grim reaper downstairs. I just thought was was her.”

I stare blankly at her. “What?”

He kisses me again and holds me tight. “I’ll be glad to keep you around, Barbas.” Her soft breasts smash against my chest, and I’m in heaven again. “Stay with me as long as you like. It’ll be nice having someone so cute around.”

I duck my head and nuzzle to her chest. “Really, you don’t have to call me that.”

“I’d like to paint you,” she strokes down my side. “Is that ok?”

I sit up and look at her. “Why?”

“Because I like you. I also think you’d make a lovely portrait.” She kisses my chest and neck. “Your tail is squeezing me?”

“Hm?” I moan.

She pets my tail which has coiled around her hips and waist. “Your tail is squeezing me.”

I sit up, letting her lay her head on my stomach. “Sorry, I do that when I’m nervous but...I guess I just like feeling you.”

She smiles. “Good. You can feel me all you want.”

I can understand now how the lords have all vanished into the human realm. I can see where they’d find comfort with a human. How they could lose themselves in a kiss or embrace. I know now that I’ve fallen under the spell of a human myself. I could feel myself falling for her. If I fall in love, I wouldn’t want to go back home either. I might be a small guy compared to all the other demons, but with Adair, for the first time, I feel like a giant. 

In the morning, I wake up and find Adair isn’t in bed. I get up and see her at her easel painting. 

“Good morning,” she waves me over.

“When did you wake up?” I ask. She kisses me, and she tastes like coffee.

“A couple of hours ago. You look exhausted, so I just let you sleep.” She turns points at the canvas. “What do you think?”

The subject in the paint is a familiar sight. She’s painted me, just like she said. I’m posed as if I am regal and I look grand and important.

“Did I get you right?” She asks.

“How did you make me look like that?” I ask. “It’s me but...a me I’ve never felt before.”

She kisses my cheek. “That’s how I see you, silly.”

I feel my cheeks burn again.

“I wanted you to see that.” She looks up at the painting with a smile. “I had a feeling you were having trouble seeing it yourself.”

I lick my lips and kiss her again, growling softly as I did. “Let me thank you properly, my little artist.”

She moans softly. “Thank me, for what?”

I kiss her cheek and purr into her ear. “For opening my eyes.”