Page 29 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Tossing the towel onto the counter, I turn and stride over to Lorelei‘s bedroom door. My claw makes easy work of the flimsy lock, a single twist unlocking it. Smirking, I push it open and step inside.

The bed is made, everything seems to have its proper place as well. Glancing around, I notice the odd way she’s set up the pillows on her bed. It’s pushed up flush against the wall, and there are pillows along the expanse of it. How does she sleep?

It appears more like a sofa than an actual bed. Humming under my breath, I see the twinkly lights, the blackout curtains, as well as a collection of fluffy blankets on top of the dresser. There aren’t any photos of her, no family or friends.

Pulling open the dresser drawers, I look through it to find band tees, jeans, shorts, and her undergarments. Lifting a thick, very unsexy pair of panties, I frown.

What man or creature did she manage to hook like this?

The scent that I’ve been attempting to avoid is all around me: cherries and fucking cream. Groaning, I palm my cock through my gray slacks. Fuck, I shouldn’t be attracted to her granny panties, there’s something seriously fucking wrong with me.

Stalking to her closet with her panties fisted in my hand, I push it open, wrinkling my nose in disgust. It quickly turns to anger and disbelief as I see the blankets and pillow on the ground. It’s up in one corner of the closet, while her dresses and skirts are hung up on the other side.

“Is this where you’re sleeping?” I mutter. “Why?”

Crouching down, I see men’s t-shirts amongst her blankets, and it enrages me that she’s hoarding them. It makes no sense to me. There’s a primal part of me that’s pissed the fuck off about it.

Growling under my breath, I glance at her “couch” and then at her nest of blankets in the closet and lose my mind. It’s the only way to describe it. My hand is grabbing the back of mysweater before I can help myself, pulling it over my head and tossing it into the closet, right on top of her blankets.

Knowing my chicory scent will be co-mingling with hers has me unraveling at the seams, and I don’t have the strength to keep myself from pulling my dick out of my pants. My hand begins to fist it as I stare at the odd array of blankets that appear to have been arranged just so.

Moving to the “couch”, I sit gingerly on the edge, grunting as I find a good rhythm with my pull and twist movements as I stroke my dick. My cock is black, the tip a deep red to match the rest of my body, and there are raised bumps surgically implanted underneath the skin for extra sensitivity for both me and whoever I’m fucking that I had done years ago. They mimic what piercings would feel like without having to worry about the fuckers getting caught on something. Fuck, it feels good, but I need something to use as lube.

Dropping Lorelei’s panties on the mattress next to me, I pick up the lotion bottle and unscrew the cap with one hand, letting the top fall to the ground. The lotion is thick, pouring out effortlessly onto the crown of my dick. Grunting as my hand begins to roll and glide over my shaft easier, I find myself wondering what she looks like.

Is she curvy? Could she take my knot if she were here? Fuck, I wonder if she could. I’ve only fucked other demons when I really need a release, so I have no idea how much a human girl can handle.

My hand tightens as I imagine how hot and tight her cunt would be. I’d punish it for hours for waking me up early in the morning when she showers, but not because the pipes groan. Oh no. It’s because the vent pumps her sweet scent directly into my bedroom.

It’s fucking addictive. Groaning, I drop the lotion bottle on the table and pick up her panties, bringing them to my nose toinhale deeply. I’d swear on anything that I can smell her scent stronger on this fabric than anywhere else, and my knot swells as my toes curl. I can’t wear shoes due to my hooves, and no one’s ever been bothered by it.

It’s normal in our world.

“Fuck, you smell so fucking sweet. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s all your goddamned fault,” I growl, my breaths beginning to hitch as I get closer to coming.

There are so many places that I could come on. Her blankets, her panties, but my eyes land on her lotion bottle with a wicked grin. If she refuses to come home, hides from me and insists on making me go into withdrawal, then I want to know that every time she uses her lotion, she’ll be rubbing my cum on her skin.

I can think of nothing better than to mark her in my own way. My instincts are going wild, my possessive nature sparking in a way it never has before.

“Oh fuck, this shouldn’t feel this good,” I grunt, my hand working faster over my dick. I focus my attention on the crown, pulling, twisting, and knowing I’m right on the cusp of my release.

I’m in her room, sitting on her makeshift couch, with my nose deeply pressed against her panties. There’s no redemption for me, I truly am damned for my actions. Because of this, I refuse to hesitate as I drop the panties on my thigh, reaching for the lotion.

In two more pumps, my vision whites out, and I quickly shove the tip of my dick into the lotion bottle. Gasping as I come, I continue to fist myself, having the vaguest realization that I’m going to end up overflowing the damn thing.

Cursing as I begin to feel my cum on my fingers, I drop the bottle, hoping it’ll land properly as I grab Lorelei’s panties to help me clean up the ropes of cum that continue to jut out of mycock. Fuck, I’ve never come this hard in my life, and I feel faint as I finally finish.

Hunching forward, I struggle to get my harsh breathing under control. Glancing down, I huff out a satisfied laugh as I see that the bottle landed perfectly right side up. Damn, that is some good luck.

It feels as if my reality has shifted in some way, and something profound just happened. Maybe that’s the endorphins from a really good nut, or it could be something more.

Reaching down, I pick up the lotion with the bottle cap and tightly seal it before placing it where I remembered it to be. Standing, I feel lightheaded as I put my dick away, and after looking down at the jizz covered panties, stride out of the room with them after locking the door.

The panties get dropped on my bed for later, and I pull on another sweater as I ask myself if that actually happened. Muttering to myself, I grab my shit for my classes, and head out with a lighter step to handle my day.

I’m in a fucking fantastic mood now. One little sophomore who smells too good for her own good isn’t going to mess that up. After all, it’s all because of her that my day has changed its trajectory.

I’d thank her if I had any kind of couth, but I don’t. I’ll still be hard pressed not to spank her ass red when I see her, yet the chances of that happening any time soon is slim.

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