Demon Boyfriend (Damien Complete)

    I was never really that great at magic. What I was good at was sewing things. I’ve always been crafty, much to the chagrin of my family. I learned simple spells to keep them appeased just so I could continue my hobby of making little plush toys. As I grew I was able to summon big bolts of fabric, nicer needles, finer thread. I became quite good at that. Anything else just spelled disaster.

    I’ve finally opened a shop where I sell my wares, or well, toys I guess is the best word. I sell toys that I make. Plushies of all shapes and sizes fill every corner of my shop. My micro plushies have become a hot trend with the local school. They come in to buy them and attach them to keychains that I have seen grow massive. It seems the more you have in the same style is what’s cool. So I get kids coming in and fighting over who gets the last lion or unicorn. I’ve started to have to make more and more each day. Yeah, every day I have t make more of these tiny suckers.

    I’m having to even try and whip some up during the day, rather than after the shop closes. I’ve considered hiring help, but I feel that defeats the purpose of my store. I want to be able to make everything I sell. 

    Well, one evening as I’m working my fingers to the bone to make more micro plushies I realize I’ve run out of the fabric I use for a great chunk of my plushies. I rub my eyes, tired from the day and exhausted from focusing so hard on needles and threat and perfect stitching. I have a special room where I summon up my supplies because even if I’m good at it I still make mistakes. Ok, I make a lot of mistakes, that’s how I got my ‘limited edition’ colors. Good thing that term came about or I’d have a lot of off colored stuffed animals.

    I yawn as I make my spell, not realizing I have made a small boo-boo. I start to summon the fabric and something strange starts to happen. The spell is going differently than normal. Usually, there’s a pop and some bright lights and the fabric plops to the floor. This time there’s wind and the room goes dark. I smell smoke and cold air. I heard a dark laugh and then I see blue flames swirl from the ground. There’s a loud bang and I duck, falling to the floor and covering my head. I shiver on the ground and hear something walk towards me. I look up, seeing feet. I then glance further up, seeing someone frighteningly tall towering over me.

    He reaches down, picking me up by the scruff of my neck. I whimper as he holds me up to face him. His eyes are pitch black with sky blue irises that glow ominously. His skin is ash gray and looks soft. He has long pointed ears and sharp, black horns. His white hair falls before his face but I can still see his sneer.

    “What?” He growls at me.

    “Who?” The word squeaks from me.

    He frowns his lip curling and brow pinching. “Who?”

    “What?” I yelp.

    He drops me and I plop to the floor. I scurry to get upright but I keep tripping over myself and falling.

    “You look like a hamster,” he says.

    It isn’t until I look up at him again I realize he is butt naked. I feel my entire body blush and burn and I slap my hands over my face. “Clothes!”

    “Speak in sentences!” He hisses at me.

    “You need clothes!” I yelp. I try to move about the room without looking at him. I have a box in the cabinet that is full of lost and found. I know there is a pair of swim trunks in there I can give him.

    “You summoned me,” he snarls while I search the box. “What the hell do you want?”

    I thrust the swim trunks at him. “Put these on and I’ll explain!”

    He scoffs, stepping into them.

    I sigh with relief and turn back to him. “I didn’t mean to summon you, Mr. Demon sir...uhm-” I flinch when he scowls.

    “You didn’t mean to?” He tilts his head and scowls at me.

    I nod. “I mean uhm...I was trying to get more fabric for my shop. I must have messed up the spell again,” I pout.

    He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Big mistake, Tiny,” he growls at me. “Now I’m stuck here.”

    “You can’t go back?” I gasp as I look back at him. Tears come to my eyes. “Oh no, oh gosh...oh I’m so sorry!”

    “Hey!” He barks. “Don’t cry!”

    “I’m so sorry, I’m so-” I try to stop crying but I honestly feel so bad. I sniffle, trying to keep the tears at bay. I then hear him sniffle and I look up at him. He’s wiping his eyes and scowling. “I’m so sorry!” I yep. “Don’t cry!”

    “I’m not crying,” he scoffs. “Seeing you cry well…” he huffs. “Just stop crying! I’m stuck with you now, so stop crying and just...I dunno, do something with me.”

    I wipe my eyes with my apron and nod. “I am really-”

    He smashes his finger against my lips. “Sssshhhhhh, stop saying it.” There are still a few tears in his eyes. “You summoned me, now you’ve got to deal with it.”

    “Well, I was trying to get the fabric I needed. Is there any way you could get that?” I ask.

    He sighs and waves his hand a slit appears in the air above his hand and he reaches inside. He then slowly pulls out the bolt of fabric that I needed. 

    “Oh wow!” I gasp, grabbing it up. “Thank you!”

    He scoffs and shrugs. “What else?”

    “Uhm-” I think for a moment. All I really needed was the fabric. “Well, you can keep me company while I work.”

    He arches a brow at you. “Really?”

    I nod. “I usually work alone, but having someone to talk to might make the work go by faster.”

    He rolls his eyes and follows after me. He sits at the table while I work. He pokes and squishes the micro plushies I’ve made. He fidgets with them then sits up, looking at me. He’s quite handsome, as he stares at me I start to blush.

    “You got a boyfriend who can do this?” He asks.

    I shake my head. “No. No boyfriend.”

    He huffs. “Girlfriend then?”

    I giggle and shake my head. “Don’t have that either.”

    He grunts and lays his head on the table. “So, you just do this all by yourself?”

    I nod, changing thread and needle. “I’ve always enjoyed it. Making things, the peace and quiet. I’ve been- ow!” I yelp as I prick myself. No matter how good I get at sewing or how long I’ve done it, it never fails.

    He gets up, moving around the table. He takes my hand and watches the blood bead on my fingertip. He inches closer, his dark tongue laps up my blood and he sucks my finger in a rather seductive manner. My jaws drops and my heart begins to jump around like mad in my chest. I swallow my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

    He pulls back, giving one last lick. He glances at me, a lusty smirk spreading across his lips. “All better,” he purrs.

    “Yeah,” I gasp as he sits down beside me. It’s hard for me to focus after that. I can still feel his tongue on my finger, his lips wrapped around it. It felt...really good. After a while, I decide I’m not doing any good work.

    “Hungry?” I turn and look at him.

    He smirks at me. “I had a snack a while ago but I could really eat something.”

    My heart starts to scramble around like a cat on linoleum again. “Oh whu-well, then follow me. I have uhm...food upstairs.”

    “Sounds good.” He follows close behind me, the fact he’s basically naked except for the swim trunks doesn’t help.

    Upstairs I go through my leftovers. “Oh,” I look at him as he sits at the kitchen table. “I never asked your name.”

    “Never asked yours either,” he replies.

    “I’m Chibi,” I answer him.

    He smirks. “Tiny name,” he chuckles. “Damien,” he murmurs. “But you can call me whatever you want.”

    “Damien is good,” I squeak as I find food to serve.

    As I’m placing rice in the skillet to make fried rice with leftover veggies, Damien walks up behind me. He puts his arms around me and rests his chin on my forehead.

    “Is something wrong?” I gasp.

    “Tasting your blood before,” he purrs, his hands petting my hips and then squeezing my waist. “It made me warm.”

    “Oh?” I gasp.

    His fingers slide up under my shirt, touching my bare skin. “I can feel you know,” he whispers. “I am connected to you.”

    I whimper as his strong, warm hands push up my shirt. “Damien,” I whimper. “D-don’t it’s-” I sigh and arch into his touch. He feels so good.

    He nips the tip of my ear and moans. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks.

    “The food,” I pant.

    He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “I’ll make you my meal,” he growls.

    I turn and look up at him, feeling the desire to run as well as to give in. He’s so lovely and his touch feels so good. Would it be so bad to give in for one evening? I bite my lip. “We shouldn’t-” I whisper.

    He turns my head back, kissing me and moaning into my mouth. His fingers slip under my belt and he kneads my belly. “So soft and plump, so cute,” he moans.

    “Damien,” I squeak. I got to try and balance myself and accidentally crank the stove way up high. Flames surge over and around the skillet. I scream and Damien yelps, grabbing me up and yanking me away from the stove. We’re both frozen there for a moment and Damien starts to snicker. He then starts to laugh and that turns to cackling. He buries his face in my hair as he tries to stop laughing. I can’t help but laugh with him.

    After a moment, he sets me back on my feet. “I can see now how you managed to summon me.”

    “Yeah,” I admit. 

    “I’ll handle food tonight.” He waves his hand, opening the slit above then air and pulling out of it a tall stack of takeout boxes. “My treat.”

    I smile at him and giggle. “Thank you.”

    We go and eat in my living room. He cuddles close to me feeding me bites and I feed him. We giggle and talk, enjoying each other’s company. After he’s done eating he gets up and I want to pout but hold back. He then kneels before me.

    “Time for dessert,” he licks his lips.

    “Wait, what?” I gasp.

    He hikes up my skirt and opens my thighs. He grins seductively as he pulls my hips towards the edge of the sofa. 

    “Damien!” I cup my hand over my mouth.

    He presses his finger to my lips. “Shh, I told you, dinner was on me.” He pushes my panties aside and sucks in a sharp breath. “Hello, gorgeous.” He eases in, his warm tongue opening my folds as he finger taps to my clit.

    “Uhm-” I mewl. It feels good, very good.

    He then kisses my clit, swirling his tongue around it. His eyes flick up to me and I feel a powerful surge shoot through my body. His hands slither up, pushing up my shirt and exposing my breasts. He moans against me as his warm hands squeeze and knead my boobs.

    “Hey-” I whimper. “You shouldn’t...oh!” I arch my back and close my eyes. I’ve never felt this way before. He’s sucking my clit like it’s a straw jammed into a very thick milkshake. He comes up briefly, rolling his tongue around them goes back at it.

    “Ah!” I moan, my body spasming.

    His tail coils around my leg, squeezing and then pressing at my entrance. I’m already so close that once the tip presses inside I’m done for.

    I cry out, gripping his hair and shivering. My thighs tremble and squeeze around his head. He chuckles after a moment, standing up and licking his lips. He looks so smug, so pleased. Like the cat who ate the canary.

    “Delicious.”

    He then carries me to bed, tucking me in and laying down beside me. He kisses me until I fall asleep.

    Come morning, I wake up and roll over, seeing him sleeping beside me. His lips are parted and he looks beautiful. I also realize in the night he’s kicked off the swim trunks and he’s bare naked again. I bite my lip, reaching out to touch him. His skin feels so silky and soft. I kiss his neck and chest and he moans softly in his sleep. He rolls onto his back and lays his arm over his face. I know I shouldn’t but after what he did last night I’m feeling a bit emboldened. I kiss down his chest and stomach, petting him as I do. 

    His cock is laying against his belly, slightly hard and throbbing. It’s pretty big already, fully erect it must be a monster. I lick it from base to tip. My eyes flicking up to see if he’s stirring. I do see a faint smile on his lips, he’s faking being asleep. 

    I kiss his tip, licking him again. I take him between my lips, feeling him grow thicker and harder. I bob my head, stroking him with my fist as well. I pull back, seeing his head shimmering with my spit. I lick my lips and glance back up at him. He’s still trying to play being asleep, but he’s chewing his lip and he’s starting to arch his hips.

    I take him back into my mouth, sucking him like he sucked me. I hear him moan above me and choke back his voice. I lick him, twisting my tongue around him. I start to move faster, moaning as I take him deeper in my mouth. His thighs are trembling and his mouth is hanging open. He bucks his hips and in a moment he moans loudly, gushing on my tongue and down my throat. I cough and gasp, lapping up his cream.

    He’s panting, shuddering with each breath. His arm falls away from his face and I get to admire the pleasured, drooling look he has. I smirk at him. “Oh, are you awake?”

    “Mm,” he stretches in luxury and relaxes into the mattress. “Maybe.”

    I sit up and kiss him. “Did you sleep well?”

    He grins. “Oh, for sure I did. I have the most wonderful dream too.” 

    I lay beside him, laying my leg over his belly. “Oh? What was it about?”

    He pets my legs, his hand roaming further up and squeezing my rear. “Some cute, adorable creature gave me kisses so sweet,” he purrs. 

    I blush and duck my head.

    “She kissed me and kisses me until I felt so good I couldn’t stop,” he growls into my ear. “Now, I have to wait a moment before I pay her back.” He nips my cheek and chuckles.

    “How about breakfast?” I ask.

    “Something cream filled,” he purrs into my ear, making me melt.

    “Nuh-no!” I gasp and shiver. “Uhm I was thinking waffles.”

    He rolls me over into the bed, kissing me hungrily. He pins my arms above my head as he kisses travel down my body, tearing away my pajamas in the process. His fingers dip inside me and he grins wickedly.

    “Did tasting me get you so wet.”

    I mewl, rolling my hips to meet his touch. “You know, being stuck with you won’t be so bad after all.” He smiles down at me. “You’re pretty cute and-” he squeezes my thighs. “I love your thighs.”

    I whimper, biting my finger as he touches me.

    “And since you don’t have a lover, I won’t have any competition.” he opens my thighs and wraps him around his waist. “I’ll get you all to myself.”

    “Do I have to share you?” I mewl.

    “I’m all yours, Tiny,” he growls as he rubs his cock against my folds. “Every well-grown inch of me.”

    I shiver as he slides into me. I squeeze around him, wanting to feel every sensation as he fits into place. He grits his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath. He hadn’t been prepared for me. His jaw then hangs slack and he gazes into my eyes.

    “Damn Tiny,” he pants. “You feel good.”

    I giggle, covering my face with my hands.

    He chuckles and moves my hands, kissing me as he rolls his hips. I sigh into his mouth, feeling pleasured already. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him and moaning as he drives his thick cock deeper inside me. 

    He growls and snarls, moving faster and harder. The bed starts to shake and rattle, pounding against the wall. Damien rises up, pushing my legs over my head. He moans loudly, his neck snapping back. He stills, grinding himself inside me and whimpering. I squeeze around him, tightening my inner walls. I reach out, grabbing his hips and making him move again. 

    I arch my back off the bed, crying out as the tip of his tail taps against my clit. I gaze up at him, wanting to fuss at him for not playing fair but forgetting how to talk. I grunt and mewl, watching his expression melt into pure, lusty bliss.

    He grunts, shivering just as my legs begin to spasm. I choke on my breath as he grunts and twitches. Inside his warm cum stuffs me. I jolt, kicking my legs as if an electric current has been shot through me. He continues to cum, stuffing me so full. He plops down on top of me, snuggling between my breasts as happy as can be.

    I stare up blankly at the ceiling, my whole body numb and melting. I sigh, stroking the back of his neck and combing my fingers through his hair.

    “Told ya,” he grunts. “Cream-filled.”

    “So funny,” I pinch his cheek weakly.

    He lifts his head, smirking at me. “So, do we have a deal, Tiny?”

    “Hmm?” I look up at him, still in a daze.

    “I’ll stay and be yours if you’ll be mine.”

    I furrow my brow. “I thought you were stuck.”

    He grins at me, looking smug again. “Oh, did I say that?” He kisses me, soft and sweet. “My bad.”

    “So you could have left?” I pout.

    “It didn’t want to,” he shrugs.

    I huff and smoosh his face between my palms. “You tricked me!”

    He turns his head, kissing the inside of my palms. “Is that bad? I saw you and thought, this helpless little thing needs me. And then I thought, this cute, sexy, adorable thing makes me need her.”

    I frown at him as he gazes at me with a sexy expression. “Oh please,” I huff.

    “Please and thank you.” He kisses me again and I can’t help but melt. “So, despite my initial fib, do we have a deal?”

    I huff and nod. “Of course. Stay with me.”

    He smiles and kisses me again just as the bed tilts and rolls us off.