Demon Boyfriends

I wake up feeling Jeremy clinging to me. I grumble and look down at the small form laying beside me in bed. Jeremy is twitching in his sleep and his body felt warmer than normal. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were parted in a very alluring way. I nuzzle to his cheek, smelling him and taking in his scent. His pheromones are strong and he smells delicious.

“Mnh,” Jeremy moans and he rolls away from me. I figure he’s still asleep so I decide to try and let myself sleep in as well. Try being the keyword. His scent is so strong, his pheromones are wreaking havoc with my head. I open my eyes and look at him. He’s under the blanket and I see something shaking. He’s breathing hard and moaning and my hunger kicks in. I inch closer to him, pressing my chest against his back. He gasps and flinches.

“Wake up,” I snarl into his ear. I pet down his body, feeling him tremble. 

Jeremy shivers. “Is it morning already?” His voice is raspy and breathless, tinged with a desperation that makes me salivate.  

“Were you dreaming?” I growl into his ear. I pet his hip and along his thigh. 

Jeremy whimpers and shakes his head. “Oh uh...no.” I place my hand over his and he whines. “Maurice, dont.”

“Your morning wood won’t go down if I don’t,” I growl in his ear.

Jeremy shoves me back. He’s slightly drooling and his face is bright red. There’s a sort of crazed look to his eyes. He scoots back in the bed and catches his breath, gulping down air. “It’s ok, really.”

I stare at him, his expression and body language is extremely alluring. Not to mention the intoxicating scent he’s giving off. He makes me hungry in so many ways. I love this man more than I can bare, body and soul.

“Oh?” I tilt my head as I rise up over top of him. He’s posed provocatively beneath me. I know he’s trying to hide something from me. “From up here it looks like you could use all the help you can get.”

Jeremy licks his lips. “I didn’t realize it was time again,” he shivers. His cock bobs between his lovely thighs, still hard and still needing my loving attention. Jeremy looks at me and I can’t quite tell if he plans on eating me or throwing himself at me. He takes another breath. “I should really bathe first.”

I push him back down onto the bed. “Hold on,” I growl. I swirl the pad of my finger around the tip of his tentacled cock. His precum oozes at my touches and his gaze becomes easier and easier to read. Lust is dripping from every pore on his body. I want to lick him up.

“This looks rather painful, love,” I whisper. “Do you really want to go without taking care of it?”

He frowns at me but the stars in his eyes are all but elated. “Really, Maurice, it’s nothing.” I lap up the little drop of drool on his lip.

“You take care of me all the time.” I shove him back into the bed and throw his legs over my shoulders. “Today, consider me your loving nurse.”

Jeremy bites his lip. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.” His eyes glassy as I take his throbbing cock between my lips. He shudders and gasps, his thighs tightening around my face. He tastes so good and he feels warm on my tongue as I coil it around the shaft.

“Maurice,” he whimpers.

I look at him, meeting his gaze. I know I have to be careful, today is not a day to fulfill my needs but to take care of his. His heat can be debilitating and he’s horny enough as it is. In order to properly take care of him I need to be in control. 

He whimpers again, his thighs trembling. I feel his pulse on my tongue and then is hot cum as it gushes down my throat. I chuckle, lapping up his mess as I pull back. He’s shivering and panting, his body flush with need.

“Awful quick,” I tease.

“You feel so good,” Jeremy mewls as I lay him back on the bed.

I kiss his cheek and nuzzle to his hair. “You have me all day, no need to worry about pace.” I help him up and to the bathroom. “You need to eat first. You won’t be any good on an empty stomach.”

He then smirks at me as he steps into the shower. “I want you in my stomach,” he growls.

I shake my head at him. “Bad boy,” I snarl and kiss him, biting his bottom lip. “Be careful what you wish for.”

His cheeks go red again and he snaps the shower curtain shut while I chuckle at my small victory. I know he’ll need a good meal if he intends to survive the day. Jeremy is usually the one who does all this sort of stuff though. I know how to cook simple things and a few of his favorites. Breakfast is usually his thing. I don’t normally eat so I usually just enjoy him eating his breakfast. You would think I would know how to better take care of my fiance. After all, I owe him everything. I’m not just just mindless being writhing on the ground because of him. He helped me remember what I should have forgotten and he gave me a life worth living. He can do that for me I should be able to cook some fucking eggs.

When Jeremy comes out of the shower, I’ve managed to make fried eggs into scrambled and I’ve made some burnt toast. Not the breakfast of champions I had been planning for him. He kisses me and he smells so good. He’s clean and fresh and his pheromones smell even more intoxicating. I wonder if that’s how I make him feel all the time.

“You’re so sweet,” he sits down the table with the food I’ve made him. “I’m very lucky to have you.”

I sit down across from him, watching him as he eats. His skin is glowing from the bath and there are beads of water dripping from his hair and onto his neck. It makes him look appetizing but I know I shouldn’t do anything while he’s eating. Well, I mean, I have before, a lot, more often than I should. But today I need to behave. Like I said, his needs outweigh my needs today.

“Are you ok?” He asks me.

I scoff. “I’m not the one who needs to be asking that.” I reach out and brush away some crumbs from his cheek. He still feels warmer than normal. “How do you feel?”

“Needy,” he nuzzles into his palm. “I wanted you in the shower with me,” he murmurs. “I wanted to feel your big, strong body pressed against me. I wanted to feel your need hard against my ass-” 

I yank my hand away and snarl. “You sultry little tart.”

He smirks and winks at me. He pushes his empty plate aside and stands up. “I kept thinking how nice it would feel with you on top of me. Your warmth and you weight,” his cheeks are burning. “I just wanted to feel you.”

I stand up and pull him into my arms, nuzzling into his damp hair then licking the water dripping down his neck. His breath shudders and I purr into his ear. “You beautiful creature,” I snarl. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

He shudders in my embrace and he kisses my chest. I feel his hands roam over my body. His breath is hitched as his tongue darts out, licking my skin.

“Careful,” I whisper.

“Mm,” he nods. His eyes flick up looking at me. “Even touching you makes me feel better.” He wraps his arms around me and his palms stroke up my back. “Being so close makes me feel safe.”

I kiss the top of his head. “Why are you talking so sweetly.”

“I’m trying to keep my tongue in check,” he says. “Or else...well.”

“I like your tongue running free and loose,” I chuckle. “Well, you know this about me.” I run my fingers through his hair. “But today is about you.”

“Oh?” He pouts slightly. “Don’t you want to do anything?”

I glare at him, knowing he is trying to wrap me around his lovely fingers. “You know very well I want to do everything to you,” I hiss. “But your needs are what’s important today.”

“Your needs are my needs,” he tugs me down so he can kiss me. He tastes so good. “I want what you want,” he moans. “I’m a big boy, I can take it.”

I wrap my hands around his hips. “I know that,” I chuckle. “I told you that today i’m your loving nurse.”

He smirks wickedly at me. “Nurses tend to be on their feet all day.” He rubs his hand between my thighs. “For someone who is on their back most of the time, can you handle that?”

I suck in a sharp breath through my gritted teeth. I’m very proud of him but at the same time I want to fuck the smug smile off his face. I grab him up and sit him on the table. His robe is open now and I gaze at his body hungrily. His soft, gray skin looks edible today. He reaches out for me and kisses my chest and belly.

“I love you,” he coos up at me, his tongue lapping down my belly.

I grunt, rolling my hips as he dips his head down to taste one of the tentacles writhing from between my thighs. “I know you do.”

He smirks back up at me. “Do you love me?”

I cup the back of his head, meeting his eyes as he takes me into his warm, wet mouth. “You know I do.”

He moans softly, sucking on one of the tentacles while pumping the other in his fist. I push his hair away from his face, wanting to keep it from blocking this perfect view. I lick my chops, eager to see this beautiful creature writhing beneath me.

He switches tentacles, sucking on one and stroking the other. He moans on my shaft and slurps. He pulls back with a pop and he smirks up at me. “I love how you taste,” he pants.

I grin. “I know, love.” 

“Should we really do this in the kitchen?” He pants.

“I’ll do it wherever the mood strikes.”

He chuckles. “So, everywhere?”

I push his head back down, making him take both tentacles into his mouth. “You’re marrying me, you tell me where I won’t do it.”

He grips onto my hips, bobbing his head slowly. I cup the back of his head, eager to see his expression in a moment. I sigh and roll my hips, feeling the first peak swell and fall. I grunt, gritting my teeth as I gush down his throat. His eyes widen for a moment then he sighs, still sucking, taking every drop of my first load. He pulls back, coughing and sputtering before licking his lips.

“Enough?” I smirk, knowing what his answer will be.

He shakes his head. “No,” he wheezes as he catches his breath.

“Good.” I lay him back on the table and he stretches his arms above his head. He poses for me, which he doesn’t need to do. He’d look attractive no matter how he was positioned. I mean, it helps but it isn’t needed. I lay over top of him, placing myself between his thighs. I kiss his belly and chest, nibbling on his ears.

“You tried so hard to hide it from me this morning,” I growl.

He whimpers. “I thought I could fight it,” he wraps his legs around my waist. “I didn’t want to seem so needy like last time.”

“I liked last time,” I growl, kissing him. 

He whimpers as I rub myself against him. “Maurice,” his voice cracks.

“I loved seeing you begging and writhing for me,” I growl into his ear. “Seeing you actually honest with what you wanted.”

He huffs, grasping onto my arms. “Don’t tease, not now.”

I lick his cheek, I slip my hand down his body and between his thighs. I find his tight pucker and tease it. I use the copious precum leaking from my tips and press a finger inside of him. He tightens around me and I can tell he is desperate to be taken.

“Who’s teasing?” I snarl.

He shudders, whimpering when I won’t give him more than a finger.

“I want to hear you say it,” I growl. “I want to hear your sweet voice cry it out.”

He bites his lip and moans, wriggling his hips.

I pull my hand back and whines. “Tell me, my love, and I’ll give it.”

He looks up at me, same heady gaze from that morning. “Please,” he mewls to me. “I want you.”

“Yes,” I chuckle. “But what do you want?”

He grunts, obviously getting very frustrated with me. “You...I want-” he grunts. “I want you inside me.”

I shrug. “That could mean anything.”

He gnashes his teeth. “Don’t do that!”

I chuckle and look back at him, grinning wickedly. “Do what?”

He huffs and claws down my chest. “Be you,” he then takes a breath. “Please just...fuck. I need you,” he whimpers. “I need to feel your big, thick cocks inside me. I want to feel your heat, your cum. I want you.”

I kiss him, moaning as I swirl my tongue around with his. “That’s all you needed to say.” I arch my back just slightly as I place myself at his tight bud. My tentacles swirl together, making one long, thick shaft. He closes his eyes as I press inside. His mouth opens wide and his thankful moans of pleasure is enough to make me want to pop again.

I go slow if only to see his frustrated expression. I touch him, petting him and worshipping his perfect form. I roll my hips, grinding inside him for a moment before becoming still. He grunts and wiggles himself, wanting to feel more. I then take his cock in my hand, stroking the tentacle slowly. 

“Why aren’t you moving?” He moans.

“Because,” is all I say.

He frowns up at me. “Cruel.”

“A little.” I pull back and then thrust hard back inside him. He bites his lip, quivering with pleasure. His lips begin to part as I start to move again, growing faster and faster. I can feel his pulse in his cock. He’s oozing along my fingers but hasn’t cum yet.

“Maurice,” he whimpers my name. “So good.”

“I know,” I grin. I pet down his chest and can feel his heartbeat thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings. “Isn’t it always?”

He reaches up for me, wrapping his arms around my neck. I pick him up, holding him to my chest as I thrust up inside him. He moans into my chest and cranes his neck back. I nibble down his throat, carrying him to the bedroom again. I press his back to the wall, using that as leverage so I can go a bit faster. I love watching his expression melt and his eyes roll back. I grin, biting his neck and shoulder.

“Maurice,” he whimpers as he strokes himself. “I’m close.”

I chuckle. “Good.”

He moans, looking into my eyes. “What about you?”

“You know me,” I laugh.

He gasps and sighs, his thighs trembling again. I feel then squeeze and then his cream gushes along my belly and chest as well as his fingers. He moans and shivers, his insides squeeze around me and I growl. I feel myself peak again and I start to pump inside him. He gasps and moans, his stomach starting to pooch from my load inside him.

“How’s it feel?” I growl. I carry him to the bed, laying him out on the sheets. He’s still panting hard, his eyes still rolled back. “Did you die?”

He shakes his head, gulping down a breath.

“You better not die,” I grunt as I pull from him. I could still go but I know he’ll need a quick recover before round two. I lick his fingers clean, sucking them as I taste him. “I’ll pull you back from the grave.”

He chuckles weakly. “I won’t die from that.” He looks at me and smiles. “I think my endurance is getting better than that.”

I kiss him, laying down on the bed beside him. “It’s much better than it used to be,” I tease. “You used to pass out each time you came.”

He moans, touching his stomach. “I think you’re starting to release more.”

“I think you like it that way.” I kiss his cheek and knead my fingers into his still quaking thighs. 

He smirks at me. “Maybe,” he then sighs.

“Tell me when you want me again,” I growl into his ear. 

He turns and looks at me. “Any second,” he sits up and pushes me onto my back. He straddles my lap and licks his lips. “Tell me when you’re-oh!” He gasps when he feels me rise to attention.

I run my hands up and down his sides. “Stupid questions?”

He chuckles and dips down, kissing me. “I should have known better honestly.”

“I like seeing you up there,” I purr. “I just like to look at you.”

He smiles. “I like looking at you too. I love seeing you drool.” He runs his hand down my chest and he takes a breath. “I love you so much, Maurice.”

I nod. “I love you too, Jeremy. I’ll do whatever you need of me.”

He nods and sits up, guiding me back into place. “Right now, I want you to touch me.”