Demon Boyfriend (Pursan-Complete)

    Ever since you were little there has been something in your room. Something that, at night, reaches out from the shadows to claw at your blankets and touch your hair. You’ve tried sleeping on the sofa or staying in the houses of friends and family and for a time it works. But eventually, you always have to go back to your bed and your room where the long, sharp hands reach out of the shadows to touch you at night. It’s frightening and you worried more than once that one night, the hands were going to stop just touching and grow more vicious. You’ve learned to sleep with your blankets wrapped around you like a cocoon.

    As you grew you learned to ignore the hands and eventually you had convinced yourself they weren’t real. They were just your childish, vivid imagination running wild when your anxiety was piqued. You went about your life and yet you still slept in a cocoon. 

    For a time, you left home to travel. An opportunity arose where you could travel with a friend, doing minor work with them along the way. You eagerly jumped at the chance, never looking back. Once you returned home and were unpacking you felt a strange presence in your room. There was nothing that had changed, nothing out of the ordinary. Everything was as you left it yet you felt as if there was something different. As you unload your makeup bag back into your vanity you glance up in the mirror, you see something standing behind you. You jump and turn around but nothing is there. You know you saw something, it was as plain as day. But much like the hands at night you quickly deny it away.

    The evening as you lay down to sleep, cocooning yourself in your old blankets, you hear something. It sounds like whispering, probably just the wind of the bathroom vent was left on. You snuggle down into the bed again but the sound persists. It gets louder and it starts to sound like sobbing.

    You sit up in bed and look around your room. You then see them, the hands. They come out of the shadows and they clutch your face between their palms. You’re frozen in shock. They touch you tenderly. The long fingers brush against your skin and comb through your hair. You close your eyes, trying to ignore them, trying to convince yourself they are just fantasy. They feel far too real and the sobbing sounds far too sad.

    “Wh-who is there?” Your voice slips out, quaking and crackled. 

    The hands slip away and you see something sitting at the foot of your bed. In the darkness it is just barely a shape, then it opens its eyes. Four eyes glow dark red in the shadows. You stop breathing for a moment and you clutch your blankets up around you. You rub the soft fabric, trying to find some comfort in your fear.

    “You were away so long,” their voice is a dark rasp. “I was worried.”

    You furrow your brow and lower your blankets. “You were….you were worried?” You gulp down a breath after having held it for so long.

    “I was,” their voice cracks now. “I have always watched over you and when I couldn’t I thought I’d lose my mind.”

    You squint, trying to see further into the darkness. You keep rubbing your blanket with nerves. “Who...or what are you?” You tilt your head. “Are you an angel?”

    The scoff and chuckle. “Hardly.” Their hand reaches out, touching your face. “You’ve grown so beautiful. You really are a woman now.”

    Your heart starts to hammer. You move away from their touch and press your back against the headboard of your bed. “You still haven’t answered me.”

    He chuckles softly. “I’m Pursan,” he murmurs. “Back when this land was nothing but farm country a lonely woman summoned me into her home. I was sealed there and have been trapped on earth ever since.”

    You furrow your brow. “Summoned?” Your mind is clicking and whirring away. “Summoned like…” you hesitate to even to form the words your mind has made up.

    “Like a demon,” Pursan tilts his head. 

    You reach out with a shaky hand to turn on your light, but Pursan’s hand grabs yours. “Please, don’t turn it on just yet.” He squeezes your hand and laces his fingers with yours. 

    “Why not?” You glance in his direction, seeing his eyes in the shadows.

    He closes his eyes and aside from his hand holding yours, you aren’t sure he’s in the room anymore until you hear a painful sigh. “I don’t want you to go away again.”

    “Do you think I would be afraid of you?” You squeeze his hand. “What’s scary is what’s in the shadows.”

    His eyes open again and he looks at you. A soft breath escapes his lips and you hear the click of your lamp. You weren’t prepared for the light so you rub your eyes until you get used to the brightness. You look up, seeing a tall domineering figure standing before you. Pursan is tall, his body as pure white as a glass of milk. His body looks soft and white, fluffy fur grows around his wrists and hands and his ankles and feet. His arms are extra long. His face is very feline, his eyes are almond shaped and lined by pink. His nose is a flat pad, also pink. His lips are clefted forming a W shape, two black fangs jut from his top lip. His hair grows like a mane, thick, wild, curly fur. It goes down his chest a bit and then down his back to his long, regal tail. His two horns jut from the side of his head, going back and curling at the tip slightly.

    “Oh,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Fluffy.”

    His ear twitches and he lowers down. He moves closer to you, nuzzling to your cheek then tucking his head under your chin. You place your hands on him, his fur is so soft and fluffy. You run your fingers through his mane and down his back. He starts to purr the more your touch him.

    “Are you a cat?” You ask.

    He scoffs and lifts his head again. “No,” his lip curls. “Although, cats follow me.”

    You smile up at him, still touching his soft fur. “Why would you think I would be afraid of you. You’re cute!”

    His eyes widen and his purring grows remarkably louder. His tail starts to swish back and forth, nearly knocking over the lamp on your side table.

    “Has anyone ever told you that?” You scoot closer to the edge of your bed so you can touch him more. He feels so soft and nice, you wished he had made himself known sooner.

    “I…” he grunts and ducks his head.

    You scratch the top of his head and he puts his arms around you. He pushes you down onto your bed, nuzzling to your stomach. You bite your lip, enjoying watching this big demon act like a kitten.

    That night, you fall asleep with Pursan curled around you. His softness better than any comfort blanket you’ve ever had. You sleep with your cheek pressed to his chest and your arms wrapped around him. Their tail covers you and he tucks your legs under one of his. You’ve not slept so soundly in ages.

    When you wake up Pursan’s arms tighten and he pulls you close. He rubs your back and purrs gently. “Don’t get up.”

    You nuzzle to him. “I have to pee.”

    He grunts and rubs his nose into your hair. “Can’t it wait a little longer?”

    You giggle. “No. I really have to go.”

    He releases you and you get up. After you do your business, you go back into your bedroom and see Pursan is still lying in your bed. You join him, curling back up against his chest.

    “When you were gone,” he grumbles. “I used to lay here. I would touch the blanket and remember how you used to roll yourself up at night. I missed seeing that roll at night.”

    You look up at him. “Why did you always touch me?” You ask. “Your hands I mean, at night.” You take hold of his hand. “Why did you never just come out and say hello to me?”

    “I kept my hands on you because you had a way of falling out of bed,” he chuckles. “It didn’t matter how big you got, you always rolled yourself out of bed. So I kept a hold on you to make sure you didn’t fall.”

    You sit up enough to look at him. “Are you kidding me?” You chuckle. You then think back to your time aboard. You always woke up on the floor, you thought it was just because of your cocooning but now it makes sense.

    Pursan touches your face. “You rock back and forth in your sleep. It happens.”

    You flop back down on the bed, using his arm as a pillow. “I always thought you were going to drag me under the bed and eat me.”

    He chuckles. “That would be a waste.” He wraps his arms around you. “I am trapped here. I have so little I can hold on to.”

    You place your hands on his chest. “You can hold me.”

    He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “I plan on doing so.”

    Every night you start a new ritual. Rather than curling up in your blanket cocoon, Pursan lays down and pulls you into his arms. You touch his fur as his arms tighten around you. His arm becomes your pillow and he warms you like a blanket. You feel so safe and warm with him.

    One evening you come home a little late. You’d gone out with a few friends and you were feeling a tad tipsy. As you stumble into your room Pursan in waiting for you.

    “Where have you been?” He growls, pushing your hair from your face.

    You giggle. “I was just out!” You take hold of both his hands and attempt to dance with him. “I had fun.”

    “You smell awful,” he growls. “Like cheap alcohol.”

    “It is!” You snicker.

    Pursan picks you up off the floor and you squeal excitedly. “I’m putting you in the shower,” he grumbles. “You’re a mess.”

    “Duh,” you burp and his lip curls.

    He sets you down in the bathroom and turns the shower on. Next, he removes your dress and tights. His hands linger on your legs before he strips away your underwear and plops you down in the shower.

    The warm water feels nice and you stretch in the shower. “Join me!” You reach out to Pursan as he takes hold of the shower curtain.

    “You’re an adult,” he grunts at you. “You can bathe yourself.”

    You smirk up at him. “I just want you to touch me. You don’t gotta-burp-bathe me.” You put your hands on his stomach. “Touch me lots.”

    He averts his eyes from you, glancing back quickly before he looks away again. He pushes your hands off his stomach. “You’re drunk.”

    “I want it!” You pout. “Your big strong hands all over my soft, little body. I’ll sober up in a second. Please?”

    He frowns. “I’ll stay here. You need to wash up.”

    You pout and stick your tongue out at him. You wash as he says, scrubbing your face and washing your hair. You make sure to put on a show for him. You pose and let your hands linger on your body. You touch your breasts and slither your hands between your thighs.

    His eyes narrow as he watches you through the shower curtain. His hand moves over himself and you know he’s hiding something. You step out of the shower and he wraps a towel around you.

    “I’d prefer this towel was your legs,” you giggle.

    He rubs a towel to your hair them combs it out. He dips down, kissing you gently. You moan in surprise and try to grab him for more but he pulls away.

    “More,” you whine.

    “After you get some sleep,” he picks you up and carries you to bed.

    “I don’t want to sleep. I want to kiss you and touch you,” you grumble.

    Pursan lays you down and you strip away the towel. You pose naked on the bed, looking up at him needily. “I want you so much.”

    He frowns and snarls, turning his head away. He tucks a blanket around you. “Go to sleep. You don’t know what you want right now.”

    You sniffle and he looks back. You rub at your eyes as the tears come. “Don’t you love me?” You whimper.

    He comes to the side of the bed and sits down. He strokes your still damp hair and sighs. “Of course I love you.”

    “Then why won’t you-burp- why won’t you touch me?” You blubber.

    He kisses you again. “Because I love you so much. I want all of you here when I do touch you,” he whispers into your ear. “You’re drunk. That’s not fair.”

    You cling to him, holding him fast. “I want you. I love you,” you burble. You fall asleep soon after. When you wake up, your mouth is dry and your head is hammering. You groan and stretch, still naked under the blanket. 

    “How do you feel?” Pursan murmurs softly.

    “Water,” you grunt.

    He places a glass in your hands and helps you sit up to drink it. You gulp it down and sigh. You look up at him and pieces of that night start to come back. “I love you too.”

    He kisses you. “I know. You told me.”

    You kiss him back, setting the water aside as you crawl into his lap. His hands grip your hips as he returns your kisses. Your stroke his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest to his. He moans softly, his strong fingers kneading your hips and plump rear.

    “I want you,” you whisper into his ear. 

    He groans. “I want you too.” He throws you down onto the bed and you squeal excitedly, giggling as he peppers your whole body in kisses. His soft lips feel good as they travel all over your body. Your breasts, your ribs, your belly, oh your other lips. You moan as his rough tongue laps at your warm slit. You arch your back and lift your hips as he buries his head between your thighs. He moans and his eyes flick up to you. 

    “You’re already so wet,” he growls.

    You groan and tangle your fingers in his mane. “I had good dreams.”

    He chuckles as he sits up. “I can taste them.” He tugs your hips, making you wrap your legs around his lean waist. He then lays something heavy and pink on your belly. You suck in an excited breath as you gaze at his lovely cock.

    It’s thick with strange bumps all over the shaft. The tip is flat and pointed and it goes thicker at the base. It’s the loveliest, softest pink color too, making it look rather pretty. You touch it, running your fingers around the tip. He bites his lip, grunting and he pulls back. He rubs himself against your folds and you wonder if such a big thing will fit.

    “Pursan,” you whimper. “I’m uhm...this is my…”

    He taps his finger to your lips. “I know what this is,” he growls. “And if I am your first I will also be your last and your only.”

    You quiver at his words. “Oh...ok,” you pant. 

    “I won’t hurt you,” he bends over you, kissing you as he places himself inside you. Your mouth hangs open as you feel him stretch you. He goes deep and you feel him in your very core. You grunt and wiggle, wanting to feel more.

    He chuckles, kissing your cheek and neck. “How do you feel? Are you ok?”

    You cling to him, squeezing your arms and legs around him tighter. “You feel so good!” You grunt.

    He rolls his hips and you cry out. “I love your voice,” he snarls. He starts to move faster, his strokes going longer. His front slaps against your thighs. You grunt and moan, losing your breath as he stuffs you full. He purrs into your ear and he holds you in his arms. Each thrust you feel a quiver in your core. Each time you feel like you’re tipping closer and close over the edge. You arch your back, pressing against his chest as you feel your whole body surge. You grunt and twitch, your legs kick as he drives deep into you a powerful force that takes hold of your body. He kisses you and you feel him deep inside. His cock throbs and gushes. His demon seed stuffs your inner walls until he’s dripping out of you like a leaky faucet. 

    You pant and shiver, still holding tight to him as aftershocks coursed through every nerve. He kisses you, laying his weight on top of you. “Pursan,” you mewl. “You’re so good.”

    He chuckles in your ear and kisses your neck. “Only because I’m with you.” He pulls back and you grunt as he slips from inside you. He presses a finger inside and eases out his seed. “I filled you.”

    You mewl and writhe on the bed. “It felt good though.”

    He smiles at you. “I love you,” he purrs.

    You reach up and run your fingers through his mane. “I love you too. Only you.”