Demon boyfriend - Part 6 - Uh oh (nsfw)
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[NSFW, graphic and gory. We’re picking up immediately after the last chapter Part 5 (nsfw)]
You sniffled and tried to blink away hot terrified tears welling in your eyes as you stared up at the dark lithe form looming over you. All four of its arms grasped at the sides of the futon you were laying on to allow it to lean over you entirely, its dark mane bristled in excitement around its thick rams horns and its lidless white eyes were staring blankly at your face.
It was eerily still as it appeared to wait for your answer, regarding you silently for several slow, tense seconds. With your gaze fixed on its strange flat face, a thought pushed its way through the fog of panic in your mind, asking you: if it needed something from you.. Why wasn’t it just taking it? Why was it waiting for you to agree?
Maybe.. it needed your consent?
Maybe that’s how the connection was completed?
As soon as the idea crystalised in your consciousness, Friday’s face slowly split in half in a grotesque grin, revealing all too many rows of sharp white teeth. “CLEVER THING.” Its voice cooed inside your mind. Your eyes widened impossibly further as the creature reacted to an unspoken thought in your mind, it could read your thoughts? “BUT THOUGHT FRIDAY COULD ONLY SPEAK, NOT LISTEN.” It laughed, shrill and cruel. Your useless gasping breaths still left your lungs feeling hot and desperate for air as waves of cold terror racked your entire body, leaving you trembling from head to toe. The hopelessness of any attempt at escape from a mind reading, teleporting creature of darkness which could home in on you from seemingly any distance started to settle on you. You were fucked. But you clung to the desperate shred of hope that maybe it needed you alive.
Your mouth had become so dry that you had to consciously unstick your tongue from the back of your teeth and swallow several times before you could even attempt to speak. When you found your voice, it was a trembling shell of its usual timbre. “What.. What is the connection?” You asked the entity above you, and it picked up your shaking hand with long, thin fingers. “TETHER TO KEEP FRIDAY HERE.” Its hand was cool and clammy, but you offered no resistance when it parted your fingers with its own to lace your hands together. You noticed with strange clarity that it needed to put two fingers in some gaps, as it had too many digits on its bizarre thin hand. “SO HE CAN GET UP TO ALL KINDS OF MISCHIEF.” Whilst its too-wide grin turned your stomach, the statement actually allowed you a glimmer of hope that the monster didn’t actually mean to kill you. You glanced at the door compulsively before returning your gaze to the creature’s face.
“So what do you,” you swallowed dryly again, your voice cracked and barely above a whisper, “what do you need from me?” It grabbed your ankle with a clawed hand and you flinched, looking down at the contact with a wild stare as it dragged you easily, almost mockingly slowly down the bed until your crotch bumped against it. It still had its fingers laced with yours and its face split to reveal its teeth in a foul imitation of a grin. “COMPLETE CONNECTION. BE ANCHOR. FRIDAY VISIT EVERY WEEK.” You blanched. “BRING GIFT. GIVE KISS.” It brought your joined hands up, leaning down to them to force you to watch in paralysed horror as it nipped at your wrist, causing you a sharp pain and staining several of its teeth with your blood. “WON’T EVEN BITE OFF HANDS, IF YOU STOP MAKING FRIDAY ANGRY.” You flinched at the mental image. Its eyes sought yours as it lapped almost casually at the trickle of blood escaping your torn skin with its strange long white pointed tongue, streaks of red staining the grotesque appendage. Your skin crawled under its touch on your arm and ankle, but you were long past struggling against the contact. You could feel cold sweat slicking your skin and lava rolling in your belly as your fear stiffened your muscles and quickened your thoughts. So, it needed you alive. That was a good start. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, seeing horns and mane and bright round eyes for a few hours a week if that meant that you wouldn’t get your extremities eaten. You tried to inhale slowly but only managed a ragged gasp as your self preservation instinct well and truly kicked in. The creature seemed unhurried for a response, distracted by the steady flow of blood from your arm onto its cold wet tongue, but you sensed its attention snap back to your face as you spoke.
“Alright.” You narrowed your eyes at it, and your voice took on an almost pleading note. “But you have to stop hurting me. Stop throwing me around. It really hurts and it frightens me and I hate it.”
The beast lapped almost thoughtfully at your bleeding arm, which started to tingle strangely under its touch. It was smiling. “ONE LAST BIG HURT.” It stated and your intake of breath caught in your throat, lightheadedness fluttering across your consciousness. “RUNNING AWAY MADE FRIDAY VVERRYY UPSET.” Through a scream of fear as you tried to wriggle and pull out of its grasp, you registered that the torn skin on your arm had knitted back together with the same ugly red mark as you’d been left with on your chest. Still grasping your wrist and ankle, it moved a third hand to cradle the back of your neck and a fourth to wrap around your waist, easily lifting you off the bed into a distorted embrace. You screamed and tried to writhe, kicking the thing with your free foot and frantically pushing against its chest with your free hand as fresh waves of panic shuddered through your whole body as the thing raised you languidly to its mouth. A noise like a chuckle assaulted your mind as it easily held you in place, leaning into you and tickling the side of your face and neck with its coarse mane as its teeth grazed against the bottom of your ear. You screwed your eyes shut and grimaced, and were almost relieved when the confusingly tender touch was replaced by sharp piercing pain as its teeth sunk into your flesh. You cried out in pain and terror as you felt blood rush down the side of your neck and horrible tearing pain shot from the bottom of your ear. You repeatedly thumped as hard as you could against the beast’s chest with your fist, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. As the waterfall of blood down your neck intensified, you felt terrified tears spill over your cheeks and your breath started to be let out only in gasping sobs.
As quickly as the ordeal had begun, the pain dulled and you felt Friday’s cold tongue all too gently caress your neck and then your stinging ear, causing the bloodflow to slow to a stop. It pulled its face away from you with its split face jaw hanging open and with dawning horror you realised it had bitten off the bottom part of your ear lobe, complete with earring. It was displaying the bloodied nugget of flesh in its mouth to you like a prize. Its eyes were fixed on yours, and as soon as it registered you’d seen the piece of you it had taken, it swallowed. Your eyes were wide with disgust and panic as it licked almost tenderly at your neck and the collar of your nightshirt, which was soaked with blood. “THERE, NOW WE CAN BOTH BE GOOD.”
You were still crying with terror, and you bowed your head forwards as a feeling of defeat settled on you. You rested your forehead against its strangely protruding collar bone and let it lap at you. Feeling no resistance, it gradually released its various holds on you to wrap more arms around your waist and across your shoulders, holding you limply against its chest with your feet dangling far above the ground. When your neck was (presumably) clean of spilled blood from it biting off part of your ear, it pulled its head back from you slightly to stare you in the face. You met its eyes, faint outline of grey irises once again visible there. It seemed to be waiting for something, and you felt the ghost of power flutter through your consciousness. “Don’t bite off any more parts of me.” You commanded in a flat, hollow voice.
“DON’T HIDE.” It returned.
Your fear momentarily snapped into annoyance. “I wouldn’t have hidden if you weren’t so scary and bitey.”
Without warning, it nuzzled its flat face against your nose and forehead, and you closed your eyes on reflex. “YOU’LL ADJUST.”
Despite yourself, you huffed out a ghost of a laugh, your face still pressed against the rough hide of your nightmare.
You pulled back and extricated your arms to wrap them around the creature’s neck, trying another tack to get what you wanted. Its faint irises were fixed on your face as you tilted your head coquettishly. “Put me down.” With only a moment’s sickened hesitation, you placed a soft kiss where the demon’s nose should have been. “You promised to treat me nicely.”
To your surprise, you were obeyed. Four arms placed you standing upright on top of the bed; with the additional height, you were nearly at eye level with the creature. There was no denying that with the imminent threat of death removed the high notes of your panic had been dulled, but then you heard a key hurriedly being placed in a lock upstairs. You turned towards the noise frantically before whipping back to Friday, whose eyes had returned to blank white as it stared towards the open staircase leading to the entrance. “I’ll get rid of her.” You promised hurriedly, desperately fearing what would happen next if you let the two meet, but before any answer was forthcoming Emma rounded the bottom of the staircase. Her eyes were wide with panic and she let out a yelp as she saw the demon in the flesh for the first time, but she was brandishing a cross and a vial of liquid like a sword and shield.
“Get out!” She commanded at the top of her lungs, fear barely shaking her voice.
“YOU.” Friday boomed into both of your minds, and physical hiss escaped him in the direction of your attempted saviour. He advanced on her, much more slowly than you knew he was capable of moving. “YOU TRIED TO SPOIL EVERYTHING.”
“Friday, leave her alone. It was my fault.” You attempted. “Can we go home now? I’d really like to go home. I promise I won’t try to hide again.”
He glanced at you, and you wondered momentarily when he had stopped being an ‘it’ in your mind. Emma cut through the glance with another command,
“Get out, demon! You are unwelcome here, you cannot take this girl.” He rounded on her and she splashed the contents of her vial against him like she was firing a gun.
A shrill, piercing cackle echoed inside your mind as Friday took another step towards Emma, who seemed very surprised that he was still standing. “UH OH. DIDN’T WORK.” With a ragged breath and a frantic glance in your direction, Emma took a step back, but he was already upon her, grasping at her with fingers and claws. Before you had so much as a moment to cry out, he was biting and tearing into her neck all whilst chanting, “MINE”.
Crimson arcs splashed against the floor and you started to scream, monotone and petrified, as your legs buckled under you and you fell to the bed. Friday was doubled over your saviour, who was limp in his many handed grasp, tearing chunks of her flesh as blood pumped ever more weakly from the wound on her neck. You were still screaming. You screamed and screamed until you were hoarse. You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t blink. When blood finally stopped pumping out of Emma and started simply.. pooling, the monster let her limp body fall roughly to the ground with a sickening wet slap. He looked towards you. Your mouth was still open in a silent scream. Friday looked back to the corpse he’d made of your friend, and in a morbid mimicry of sensitivity, picked up a blanket from the sofa to cover the body. He turned his black horned head back towards you, seemingly expecting you to no longer be petrified of him, but hot tears ran silently down your face and your jaw was locked open in a scream you had no voice for.
He walked towards you, grey irises deeper and easier to make out than they had ever been. You shuddered and tried to scramble backwards on the bed, but you were paralysed with shock and fear. It was all you could do to watch him advance, crying silently.
He crouched before the bed to be at eye level with you, and hooked his cold hands still wet with blood behind your knees to drag you to the edge of the mattress. A groan of terror escaped you as you looked around the room wildly as though for a new saviour or escape route, anything to avoid looking at that face. “NOT TO YOU.” His voice was different. Long thin fingers closed your jaw and brushed the hair stuck to the cold sweat on your face back. “GOOD OBEDIENT THING. FRIDAY TO GOBBLE UP BAD INFLUENCES, KEEP YOU SAFE.” Your voice returned to you as he pulled you against him in a surprisingly tender embrace. You pressed your face into his coarse mane, which was still wet with the blood of the only person who had tried to help you, and cried in big heaving exhausted sobs.
You felt claws tangle in your hair as you cried against him, and deep in his chest you heard a rumbling purr.
