A Demon's Regret
I was overcome by a wave of frustration so powerful I didn’t know what to do about it. (Y/N) was gone, and yet I still felt such incredible stirrings. Her fresh scent still lingered, prickling me, making my erection pulse.
I sat at the island and looked at the waffles mournfully. I didn’t want to eat human food, I wanted to feast on (Y/N)’s wet, little pussy! I inhaled, and picked out the infinitesimally small parts of the waffles’ aroma that originated from (Y/N)’s touch. Hormones, pheromones, mmmm…
My cock throbbed impatiently and I looked at it. I wasn’t seriously considering pleasuring myself, was I? I hadn’t needed to resort to such a thing in thousands of years. I had just gotten off last night!
Images of (Y/N) relaxing under me as I massaged her nude body ran through my head, made the pressure I felt more urgent. My mind protested- I shouldn’t have to stroke myself, that wasn’t the natural order of things, my kind didn’t do that! (Y/N) should be staying home, she should be sitting on my cock right now!
I just got angrier and further aroused, thinking of (Y/N) as I had kissed her goodbye, as I had touched her breasts last night and held her to me, as she had sucked me off with such expertise and enthusiasm. Soon I was clutching at myself, squeezing, as I thought. Eventually I was worked up enough, I stormed into her bedroom in a rage, unconsciously pumping my shaft.
I buried my face in her pillow, breathing her scent in deeply as I worked myself harder. I envisioned her under me, how many times I would make her climax, how I would short-circuit her brain from the pleasure.I would worship her in every way, any way she wanted, I would spend myself in her until her womb overflowed, I would make her love me, run to me every moment of every day-
The smell of (Y/N), the thoughts, the images, they were too much! I roared, balls tightening, as I shot my cursed seed across her bed and tore a hole in her covers with my fist, seeing nothing but (Y/N) in my mind. MINE! I looked down and watched as the remainder of my load came out in spurts while I lazily worked myself.
I raised an eyebrow. Hmm. That should have been for (Y/N), and yet there it was, wasted, on her bed. I considered it, realizing I’d even torn a hole in one of her sheets. I was really going to have to work the charm to put a positive spin on that. Somehow, I didn’t think, ‘I went into a masturbatory frenzy, sniffed your pillow, came on your bed, and ripped your sheet,’ was going to make her want me more.
Why was everything going so abnormally with (Y/N)? Why couldn’t I control myself? I sighed. Whatever the answers were, I needed a shower. Then I intended to eat some waffles, which had smelled delicious. After that, I’d try and figure out how to clean up some of this mess.
Update dedicated to nikitheghoul on the main site (meaning here, this is just re-posted from Tumblr). Happy birthday my dear!