Page 10 of Controller's Obsession

His belly growled when the little goat finally stopped at a pizza place and grabbed four large slices of pie that had nothing on it but… vegetables.

Yuck. Where was the meat?

The scent of the melted cheese, which Merihem was partial to, did not compete with his blissful one’s fragrance. So, by the time they got back to the house and the little bubble butt disappeared back through the window, Merihem was in a bit of a pickle.

He had to have strong words with himself as that delectable ass wiggled at him before disappearing.

Don’t do anything rash!

Don’t do anything rash.

If he kept saying it, surely it would sink in?

Move away from the window. You are far too big to try and squeeze through there.

Did the talking to he’d given himself help?

Did it fuck.

Merihem’s hands balled, and he willed himself—not his demon, he hastened to add—to behave. He didn’t breathe easy until he rounded the house, out of sight of the window, and plonked himself down on the steps like he’d done the day before.

He clicked his fingers to remove the spell and thumped at his cock for good measure, willing the thing to deflate.

He played over several awful situations he’d dealt with in the past that were gory enough to turn a demon's stomach and breathed in some fresh air.

How long he sat like that he’d no clue, but when his cock finally got with the program, Merihem stood up and unlocked the frontdoor. One step inside, and he groaned anew, his body ramping the fuck back up at the intoxicating smell.All that thumping and deep breathing was for nothing.

His demon actually laughed at his predicament.Go on, try to resist our blissful one.

Sheer willpower had Merihem walk through the house and up the stairs to Dakata’s bedroom. He didn’t take one breath until he turned on the shower and twisted the dial until it couldn’t get any colder before stripping and diving right in.

“Motherfucker,” he cried out at the icy water blasting his cock and balls. Shards of glass, it felt like were trying to stab him.

He jumped right back out, water flicking over the clean surfaces, scowling. He hated cold showers. Demons were hot-blooded creatures by nature. He’d clearly lost all reason.

He’s right downstairs, just go, knock on his door and ask him on a date.

“Are you for fucking real?” he exclaimed loudly, forgetting himself. “A date! I’ve never taken anyone on a date in my life.”

Exactly. This is special. We have a blissful one, and we need to court him.

You’ve changed your tune.

Didn’t you see how pretty he is, and how careful he was in taking care of the house for us? How he got romance books about us? He wants to be courted, not fucked.

This whole situation was getting out of hand, because now his demon side was actually making sense. To the demon gods, how?

Merihem twisted the tap around to hot and climbed back into the shower in a complete grump. His gurgling stomach reminded him he’d not eaten. He ignored his boner and washed and dried himself as quickly as possible.

He found some lounge pants that fit, if he ignored the obvious tenting, and went down to the kitchen to hunt up food.

He stopped at the counter, and a fucking huge smile spread over his face at the pizza box with a sticky note on it.

I bought some pizza and thought I’d share it.

No signature. No name. But that didn’t matter as Merihem took the note and folded it like it was the most precious thing in the world. He eyed the three pieces of vegetarian pizza, his smile not dimming at all as he reached in, felt it was still warm, and ate a slice standing at the counter. Had that cute little bubble-butt re-heated his slices so it would be hot for him coming home from work?

His chest warmed at the very thought. Merihem’s gaze roamed to the door, and he decided to stop fooling himself. One afternoon following his blissful one and he was…smitten.

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