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Grace's Little Monster

By Mantrid Brizon

(02/23/2022)

With fists clenched as firmly as her teeth, Grace grunts through the intense pleasure. The headboard thumps softly against the wall, responding to her lover's firm thrusts. The slender, pale and small busted woman peers over her shoulder as her boyfriend, Greg, grabs onto her hips. His face is contorted with pleasure, his tanned and muscled physique gleaming from sweat. What a prize she's attained. Not only is he a rising star on their college's football team, but he has a promising career as an athlete.

The petite, downright mousy girl was always quite shy. She never realized the extent of her feminine wiles until she managed to ensnare him. Watching Greg's face is almost as enjoyable as the sensation of his considerable endowment reaming her taut loins. Feeling an orgasm on the horizon, she drops her head and pushes her face into her pillow, letting out a shrill squeal. Her heart sinks, however, as her focus briefly swept the room. With her body trembling, her legs vibrating, she slowly turns her head.

Peering at her from the darkness of the closet, glowing orange eyes stare intently, unblinking. Greg grunts as he sheaths his manhood inside of the tiny, pale-skinned woman. With a loud groan, he holds himself within her and tenderly pets her back. She cannot help but squeal.

“Ooh! You sound like you enjoyed that." He smirks.

“Uh-huh..." She sheepishly admits, staring back at the watcher.

“Then you'll love this..."

Without hesitation, Greg pulls back, his manhood popping from her loins and swaying proudly behind her buttocks like a hunter posing with a fresh kill. With a firm push, he first forces her onto her side before grabbing her hips and spinning her around. She cries out, startled by the strength of her partner, who promptly resumes his work. He quite forcefully drives his manhood back inside of her, reaming her little hole as he lay atop her. She clings to his muscular body, passionately kissing her boyfriend as her feet sway, dangling in the air just behind his buttocks.

Thrust after thrust, Greg works her little body and soon she endures yet another orgasm. This time, however, Greg doesn't slow his pace. His aggression increases, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He rocks her quivering body as he dominates it, and a fear swells within her. She gazes upon his manhood, so girthy and long and thoroughly unprotected as he buries it deep within her loins. His grunts grow increasingly louder and panic sets in.

“W-wait! Hhff-hhff! P-pull out!"

“I'm gonna! Nngf! I'm gonna!!!"

“I'm not! Ahh! I'm not on!"

“Rrrr-yeah!"

“Wait! Not inside!" She pleads.

“Almost! HnnnNNNNGGGAAHHH-FUCK!!!"

“AAAHHHH!!!"

Greg does what any strong and virile man would; ignoring her pleas, he cums as hard and as deeply and as much as he can. She feels it coating her cervix, and though it gives her a powerful wave of pleasure, her fear returns in spades. Looking toward the closet door, the eyes no longer peek from between the darkened slits. Finally finished, Greg removes his manhood from Grace's soiled loins, his watery seed spilling from her stretched hole and pooling atop her bedsheets.

“Mmmm-that was great, baby." He chirps, stretching his arms and groaning as he abruptly rises from the bed. “I told you you'd like it."

“You don't wanna stay and cuddle?" She asks with a soft whimper.

“Nah. I'm gonna take a shower and then I have to get going. Got practice early tomorrow. Coach has been really cracking the whip, now that we've been winning games left and right."

“Oh... Okay..." She murmurs.

Greg leans in and kisses her neck, though she turned her head and presented her lips. He pets her head, and though he smiles at her and nuzzles her nose with his own, a part of her worries. He's the highest quality man she's ever had, and somehow it just doesn't feel right. After resting atop the bed, catching her breath, Grace hears the shower in the distance. Lifting her head, the nude, twenty-year-old woman examines her own body and sighs with relief. Regardless of how their rendezvous began, she's quite thankful for the sex.

It's then that she remembers the eyes that had been watching her. Turning toward the closet, she doesn't see the orange spheres gazing back. She turns on a lamp and, with a bit of a hobbled step, makes her way toward her closet. She impulsively reaches down, cupping a hand over her sore vagina, which hadn't felt a penis in quite some time. The fact that Greg is rather substantial only makes the trek across her bedroom all the more arduous. As Greg hums in the shower, she grabs the knob of the door and pulls. She gasps.

“Daggy!"

“Hello, Gracie..."

Turning his head toward her, the shadowy figure opens his eyes. His irises glow a fiery orange with swirling waves of gold.

“What are you doing here, Daggy?! What if Greg sees you?!" She forcefully whispers.

“You summoned me."

“No, I didn't!"

Extending a hand from the darkness, Dagarith's powerful appendage is covered in pitch-black fur. An inch-long, ebony claw points toward the jewel on her choker. Realizing her mistake, Grace's cheeks flush as she caresses the jewel with her fingertips.

“Could you put on some clothes?" Dagarith asks, his hand retreating into darkness.

“You've seen me naked before. We used to play doctor, remember?" She grins, placing her hands on her hips. “You used to love seeing me naked!" She giggles.

“Yes, that's true..."

“And then there was that time when I was sixteen... We were each other's firsts." She coos, reaching into the darkness and petting him.

“Yes, but I've never witnessed you mating with someone else! It feels awkward... Please, Gracie?"

With a little sigh, Grace reaches into the closet and retrieves a robe, only to cover her nudity from her oldest friend.

“Are you alright?"

“Oh, I'm fine." Grace sighs, a hand cupping her womanhood once more. “You should probably go, though. Greg can't see you."

“Are you sure? You know I'm always here for you."

“Daggy..."

“Alright..."

Closing his eyes, Dagarith rises to his feet and lets out a rather disappointed sigh. A disturbing glow becomes a swirling portal, a purplish-black pond bordered by orange and golden tendrils. Seeing her friend illuminated by the demonic light, Grace notes his melancholy and her heart sinks. She never meant for him to see her having sex with Greg, but her fears couldn't be controlled. Loyal as ever, Dagarith came to her aid, only to witness the carnal passion unfolding when Greg all but forced himself upon his new girlfriend.

He made it clear what he wanted and tried to coerce her. When she sheepishly complied, he tore her bra and panties and startled her. Though she protested as he mounted her, having bent her over her bed like a plaything, her frightened cries turned to impassioned wails of unbridled pleasure, feeling his manhood exploring her admittedly inexperienced body. It was her fears and their psychic link that summoned the demon from the nether world. Glancing back at her, Dagarith looks as though he wishes to speak. He stops, his gleaming teeth peeking from behind his lips.

"What is it, Daggy?"

"Nothing..."

“Don't lie to me. I know you."

“Alright... Gracie... ... Greg doesn't love you."

“What?!" She half gasps and half laughs. “What do you mean?!"

“I saw into his heart, Gracie. When I came through and witnessed him... Taking you..." Dagarith pauses, a faint scowl on his face. “I peered into him. He admires your body and is fond of your demure personality, but he hasn't surrendered his heart to you. Be careful. Guard yourself around him."

Without saying another word, Dagarith steps into the portal, which promptly closes behind his long, cat-like tail. His words imbed into her mind, festering like a deep splinter. She slowly closes the closet door only to return to her bed. A few moments later, she hears Greg exiting the shower. He dresses, finds his shoes and heads for the door. He never returns to her bedroom. Why won't he say goodbye to her?!

“Greg?!"

It closes a split-second later. Grace gulps. It's then that the fear begins to overwhelm her. She'd thought that her feminine wiles were what ensnared her new boyfriend, but now that she stops to think about it, he initiated almost everything. Even the sex they'd just enjoyed was his doing. He not only kissed her when she was nervous and fondled her breasts when she sheepishly suggested he stop, but pulled at her clothes and then reamed her womanhood with his endowment, all without ever bothering to wear a condom. He even came inside of her, and her last period was almost two weeks ago!

Grace nibbles on her fingernails and trembles, her feelings much the same as when she inadvertently summoned Dagarith from the depths. This time, however, he doesn't return to comfort or protect her. Was he offended by witnessing the dainty human woman having sex with her boyfriend? After waiting for Dagarith, she comes to the conclusion that he must be giving her space. Perhaps he doesn't wish to intrude again? Removing her choker, which she'd made herself, she places the jewel in her palm.

It's not just a jewel but a small amulet sewn into the fabric. The golden frame that carries the jewel is concealed behind the woven black and red cloth strips. The jewel itself is unique, being not of this world. The stone swirls with orange and gold fire, flames born from a bond stretching back more than a dozen years. It's a fire that no one else can see. As far as they're concerned, the jewel is cheap, clear glass. Bringing the choker to her lips, Grace gives the jewel a tender kiss.

“I'm so sorry, Daggy..." She sighs.

Lying down to sleep, Grace tries to forget about the disturbing events of that night. Her exhaustion makes it easy. In her dreams, she remembers her past, when she was but a child, a tiny and scared little girl with no friends. New to the neighborhood, Grace spent much of her time alone, and she often longed for a companion. She would've even played with a boy, so long as he was nice and kept his cooties away from her. Late one night, when she was seven-years-old, her companion finally came...

“Ahh!"

“What? What is it, honey?!" Grace's father came bursting into the room.

“I thought I heard something! I mean it, this time!"

“Oh, god... Gracie... How many times are we going to do this?" He sighs, covering his face with his hands. “There are no such things as monsters. You were just having a bad dream."

“But daddy!"

“No buts. We've been through this too many times to count. I'll leave the light on and the door open, but you have to get to sleep. I know it's the weekend, but you need to keep to your schedule. You know how hard it is for you to readjust it."

After petting her little head and giving her a kiss goodnight, her father leaves the room and returns to bed. Whimpering beneath her covers, Grace is only marginally comforted by the lamp and the partially opened door. A soft thump from within her closet makes her shoot up like a rocket, her covers flying away from her body. Was that a toy falling?! Yeah, it must be! Like daddy says, there are no such things as monsters! A sudden and prolonged shuffling makes her dive beneath the covers, only for her to peer out from a crack between her blanket and mattress.

“No... There's nothing there... Daddy said so..."

She gulps as she slithers out of bed, placing her feet on the floor. Walking softly toward the closet door, she finds the courage to grab the knob. Turning it slowly, she pulls it open as fast as she can, only for a small being to whirl around. Big, fiery eyes stare at her and long, sharp teeth are poised to eat her alive!

“EEE!" She squeals.

Darting away from the monster, she slips through the doorway and dashes down the hall for her parents' bedroom, only to stop in her tracks. Her toys shifted, but the monster was standing in front of them. She looks back and furls her brow. Why isn't it chasing her. Turning back, she creeps into her room and looks around. Nothing unusual to be seen, except for one thing... A tail juts out from her closet door! Scratching her head, Grace clears her throat.

“Ahem... M-monster? Uhm... A-are you in there?"

“Honey?! Are you okay?!" Grace's mom yells to her from the end of the hall.

“Uhm! I'm fine! I-I j-just... Fell out of bed!"

As her parents make their way down the hall, she hastily closes her bedroom door, meeting them near the bathroom in between their rooms. They check her for injuries and wish her goodnight, leaving her to feign using the bathroom before returning to bed. Creeping inside, she closes the door behind her and turns on the lights. The tail is still there. Covered in soft and fluffy, jet-black fur, it doesn't look so menacing. In fact, it looks quite soft and snuggly! Stepping closer, she peers into her closet and almost giggles.

A little butt and a pair of stubby legs stick out from a pile of fallen clothes and toys! Is the monster hiding from her?! Clearing her throat, she reaches out and pokes the monster's behind.

“Ahh!"

Jumping forward, it hides in the toys before a head pokes up from the top of the pile. Toys and clothes tumble down as it turns around, and Grace's eyes widen.

“Ooohhh! You're like a kitty person!" She coos.

“Mmrrmm!"

“You're so fluffy! You don't look like a monster!" She adds, extending a hand.

“I-I'm not..." The monster shyly replies.

“Oh! You're a boy!"

“Uh-huh..."

“... I guess we both got pretty scared, huh? I'm Grace, but my mommy and daddy call me Gracie!"

“D-Dagarith..."

“That's a funny name... Can I call you 'Daggy'?!"

“Okay."

“... Are you gonna stay in there all night, Daggy?"

“I-I was trying to get out, but the door closed."

“Door?" She cocks her head.

“My momma said not to go into the doors, because creatures lived on the other side. Spirits. I really wanted to see one, so I got away. I stepped through and wound up here... I just wanna go back home."

“Aww! You poor thing! Well... Can you open a new door?"

“I was trying, but I never done it before and I was scared! You're the first spirit I ever seen!"

“Spirit?! I'm a girl!" Grace pouts, crossing her arms before her chest.

“A girl?" Dagarith cocks his head, an oversized, feline ear flopping over his forehead.

“Yeah!"

“Oh... Momma says the spirits live here."

“Well, I'm a girl!" Grace insists, stomping a bare foot and huffing.

“Sorry... What's a monster?"

“Uhm, nothing! ... You can come out, if you want."

After a short pause, Dagarith begins to climb out of the pile. Seeing the “monster's" unclothed form, Grace's eyes widen. He's just a little boy, except covered in a wonderfully soft and beautiful, glistening coat of black fur.

“What's that?" She points at his crotch.

Whimpering with embarrassment, Dagarith sits back down, covering himself in the pile of clothes and toys. After calming him down again, Grace finds a pair of bright blue shorts in her closet for him to wear, and with her gift he finally feels secure enough to leave the closet. She marvels at his body, and upon getting a closer look can see a faint, zig-zaggy pattern, as if some of his black fur is tipped with burgundy. His face is like a mountain lion's but more humanoid; it ceases to be terrifying after the first ten minutes. He is a meek and timid monster, if he's even a monster at all.

Grace spends much of the night playing games with her new friend, who eagerly participates in a tea party, a game of house, and even watches her favorite movie, with popcorn she'd clandestinely made while her parents slept. Dagarith seems quite fond of popcorn! However, as Grace becomes tired and the sun creeps over the horizon, Dagarith tries and fails to open a portal. Fear returns, but this time it's legitimate. What will her mommy and daddy do if they find the little cat boy in her bedroom?!

Thinking fast, Grace hides Dagarith in her room and complains to her parents of not feeling well. Requesting time to herself, to lie down and sleep longer, they give her hugs and kisses before sending her back to bed. Catching her at her door, Grace's mom gives her a grilled cheese sandwich, a side of potato chips and a glass of milk, urging her to eat. After thanking her mom with another hug, Grace disappears into her bedroom and finds Dagarith sitting atop her bed. She briefly scolds him for sitting in plain view, then shares her food and drink with the boy.

Feeling quite tired, the two of them crawl into her bed and lie down. Feeling his soft fur and warm body, Grace cannot help but snuggle up to the cat boy, who takes comfort in being held like an oversized plushie. They sleep peacefully, and her parents never interrupt. Awakening around dinner time, Grace once again begins to panic. She doesn't want anything to happen to Dagarith and she hates leaving him alone; it's rude to abandon friends! Luckily, he finds the strength to summon a portal.

Without fear and with a good rest, he's able to warp the wall of her closet, creating a swirling pool of black and purple. Orange and gold tendrils surround it, like an oval picture frame. Before he leaves, he takes her hand into his.

“If you want, I come back and play some more!"

“REALLY?!" She chirps.

“Uh-huh!" He nods vigorously. “Momma says some of the grown-ups visit spir-, er, “humans"... I can link us, like the grown-ups, then I can come back! Want me to do that?!"

“Uh-huh!" She grins from cheek to cheek, nodding vigorously.

“Okay! Wait here!"

Stepping up to the portal, Dagarith pokes his head and an arm inside and appears to rummage around for something. Pulling himself back out, he presents her with two stones. Aside from being a beautiful shade of orange, they're nothing spectacular, until he places one to her forehead and the other to his. A bright light envelopes the stones as Dagarith concentrates. Grace is in awe, her eyes wide and mouth agape as the stone grows warm, gleaming a golden hue.

“There!" He chirps, the light dissipating as he pulls the stones away from their foreheads. “All done!"

“What did you do?"

“I imbued them. I used a portion of my energy to give them power, and then I tied them to our feelings. Keep it close, and if you think hard enough, I'll hear you in my world!" The little cat boy chirps.

“WOW!!! THAT'S SOOO COOL!!!"

“Yeah. It's special... I'm not s'posed to do that! Momma said so, but you're nice!" He grins, flashing his hideously sharp teeth. “Just don't lose it. Momma says the portals are random, so if you lose it, I might never find you again."

“Oh no!" Grace gasps. “I promise, I'll guard it like crown jewels!"

“Crown jewels? What are those?" Dagarith cocks his head, an ear flopping over.

“I don't know..." Grace shrugs. “But my daddy always worries about them getting broken!"

“That doesn't sound very valuable!"

“I know!"

“Well, soul stones don't break!"

After a warm hug, Dagarith turns and climbs into the portal, his bushy, feline tail tickling Grace's face before slithering away. No sooner than the portal closes, the young girl begins to miss her new friend. She ate her dinner slowly, and though her parents asked her in anything was wrong, Grace didn't respond. When it was time to go to bed, she slithered underneath the covers, but something wasn't quite right. Grabbing onto a stuffed bunny that was nearly her size, she clutched tightly to the doll.

“Mmrrmm... It's not the same!" She whimpered.

It was a chore to go without her new friend, but thankfully he was right about the soul stones. Day after day, she'd summon Dagarith and they'd play all night long. On some nights, she'd ask him to stay with her, and with her toy box placed a few inches away from her bedroom door to serve as an alarm, they'd snuggle. Those were always the better nights for little Gracie. However, things became strained at home.

Her parents grew concerned about her perpetual exhaustion at school, her “imaginary" friend, Daggy, whom they'd occasionally hear her talking to late at night, as well as her disinterest in making real friends at school. Grace never understood this. Real friends are so boring! Therapy sessions didn't do anything for her, however, and with her grades high and a clean bill of mental health, her parents eventually settled on their daughter being an eccentric.

It wasn't so bad, as Grace's grandmother was notoriously strange. Perhaps that trait skipped a generation? A jeweler by trade, the retired old woman would often babysit. Grace and Dagarith loved playing hide and seek in her grandmother's old, Victorian manor. To better protect the jewel, which to her family appeared to be nothing more than a worthless glass bead, her grandmother showed Grace how to use her tools. Taking scrap gold leftover from her days as a jeweler, she allowed the little girl to pick a mold.

It was for an antique brooch, and with a little modification, Grace had made her first choker, which she never let out of her sight. Throughout her life, Dagarith was the only constant, comforting her when her grandmother passed away. When her parents divorced, he was there, and when she left home for college, he spent the first night with her, keeping her calm and making her feel safe. Opening her eyes the next morning, Grace's heart is heavy. Dagarith seemed so hurt after witnessing her and Greg having sex.

Her mind refuses to forget what had happened, even as she showers and makes her breakfast. Is it possible he still carries the torch? It wouldn't exactly surprise her. After all, she isn't blind to the demon's affections. She often struggles with similar feelings. Shortly after her parents divorced, when she was a girl of sixteen, she snuggled with the demon in her new bedroom. It was so strange, living in the cheap apartment across town, the only place her mother could afford. However, she wasn't the only one in need; Dagarith's body began to change, knurled and curled horns, like a ram's, sprouting from his skull and contrasting his otherwise feline features.

He too seemed despondent, fretting over a situation within his own family. As his horns grew, his mother pressured him to take a demoness, but his lack of interest in the women of his realm was cause for concern. His mother urged him to speak to an elder, which he flatly refused. Clinging to Grace, Dagarith admitted that the only female he had any interest in was the meek and shy human. Though initially shocked, he insisted that she was a wonderful and gentle person, exactly the kind of female he could bond with, but it was forbidden.

That only made him crave her even more. They comforted each other and a hug became a kiss. A kiss became several and then many, and many kisses became her first sexual experience. Dagarith loomed over her trembling body, and though he looked a fearsome beast, he was as gentle as could be. He apologized for the pain upon penetrating her, and gave her body time to adjust. The pleasure came quickly and Grace enjoyed every second of it, but her mother's keen ears drew her to her daughter's room.

Fleeing before he was able to finish, Dagarith fled through a portal he'd made right beside her bed. It closed just as her mother barged in. Grace shrieked and berated her mother for the intrusion, before swiftly lying about masturbating. With a face as red as a beet, her mother slipped out of the room and left her alone. Grace contemplated what she was doing for some time, and though a part of her was desperate for more, as her heart yearned for Daggy as much as her body, she remembered what he'd said.

“Forbidden fruit may taste the sweetest, but in the end, it could give you indigestion." Her grandmother would often say.

There was a ring of truth to that odd phrase. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be. When Dagarith returned, a torn Grace apologized for using him and insisted that they remain friends. The demon boy was heartbroken, his look almost as pitiful as when he caught her having sex with Greg. Ever the gentleman, however, he agreed, and the pair remained close. Now, however, after the awkwardness of the previous night, Grace wonders if their friendship has been damaged beyond repair. Perhaps Greg will be able to comfort her?

Heading to school, Grace sees her boyfriend in the halls, exiting his first class. To her shock, he doesn't greet her with a kiss or a hug or even a butt slap; he nods his head once and says, “Sup, Gracie?" Is that all?! Slipping an arm around him, she gives him a kiss, which he doesn't return.

“Don't get me started, babe! I've got to run to class!" He insists, hastily slipping away from her.

“Oh, okay... Are you going to call me, tonight?"

“Yeah, sure."

Something about their encounter seemed wrong. She felt it in her gut, though she didn't know why or how to articulate it. She'd only had a handful of boyfriends throughout her life, and none were as serious as Greg. Sheltered doesn't even begin to describe her romantic or sexual life; though Dagarith was her first lover, she didn't have another until she was nineteen, three years later, and Greg is only the second human to grace Gracie's womanhood. Perhaps she doesn't know as much about men as she thought?

Her mind races when she should be taking notes. The pages of her notebook remain blank long past the class being dismissed. She cannot even recall what her professor was talking about! Instead, she worries about every little thing Greg had ever said, especially since their night together. Did he really have to run to class or was that an excuse? He was sweet to her before but now he seems different. Why? It's so hard to know his mind, but asking seems rather forward and a little scary! What if he reacts badly?!

Shuffling her feet on the way to her next class, Grace stops in her tracks. Around the corner, she hears two other women talking amongst themselves.

“I can't believe he's with her. Grace is such a prude!"

“How do you know?"

“She dresses like one, plus she doesn't act very interested. I bet she didn't even kiss Greg on their first date! I'd have totally fucked him on day one!"

“You're such a skank, Stacy!" The other girl laughs.

“I'm serious, Debbie! That scrawny little twerp is so quiet, and aloof. She's like a... A sheep-person...? I don't know! Greg could do better! She doesn't even have nice boobs! They're too small!" Stacy growls.

Pulling her books away from her chest, Grace glances at her modest breasts. Are they really too small?!

“Now the hottest stud on campus is with a girl as attractive as a tin pale. A skittish, quiet, kind of snooty little shit... It's so unfair!"

“God, will you quit complaining?! If you wanna fuck him, then do it! ... It's not that hard to get him." Debbie groans.

“Oh, really?! What do you know, queen bitch?"

“I know a lot, like... I fucked him three days ago!"

Grace's eyes widen and she nearly drops her books.

“Bullshit!"

“Wanna see the video?!" Debbie retorts.

“You filmed it?!" Stacy gasps.

“Uh-huh! I got his pants off, saw how big his cock was and thought, 'I wonder what it looks like down there', so after we got going, I whipped out my phone and got some good footage! It's riiight... Hmm... Here!"

After a few little taps to her phone's screen, a faint moaning and the squeaking of a mattress can be heard.

“Oh, damn... You go, girl!" Stacy remarks.

“Yeah, it was pretty great!"

“Is that really Greg, though? That dick looks a shade too dark, to me."

“No duh! It's filled with blood, idiot... You can see his face, right after he cums in me... Riiiight... There!" Debbie chirps.

“... Oh, wow! ... Greg's pretty hot from that angle." Stacy coos.

“Just offer him some pussy! The guy won't say 'no'." Debbie laughs.

“Do you think my little snatch will fit that, though?!" Stacy remarks.

“Mine did!"

Heartbroken, Grace scurries away from the cackling banshees who stand just around the corner. Racing toward the exit, she intends to abandon her next class and head directly to her apartment. However, as she turns a corner, she bumps into someone.

“... Then afterwards, we could run a few laps..."

“Mmmm-that sounds kind'a hot."

“I know my way around a field, if you know what I-MMFF! Whoa! Take it easy there!" The man spins around. “You nearly knocked me on my... Gracie?!"

Standing in front of her is none other than Greg. Why isn't he in his next class, and who is this strange young woman in the tube top he's talking to?!

“Is she coming to the party, too?" The girl casually asks, eying Grace and judging her figure. “'Cause I don't do threesomes."

Grace's heart sinks even lower, slamming into the base of her pelvis. The look of her boyfriend's face says it all. Those girls were certainly talking about him, and now, by chance, she's interrupted him looking for yet another girl to enjoy on the side. For the first time since she can recall, Grace explodes in anger.

“Grace, this isn't what it looks like!"

“Get away from me you dickless little bastard! I know you cheated on me, just like you cheat on all of your tests! Retarded jock motherfucker!!!"

“Oh, shit!" A random student snickers.

“Daaamn!" Another stops in his tracks.

“You aren't nearly that smart! Stupid piece of redneck trash!"

“Huh?! What are you talking about, Gracie?"

“Don't 'Gracie' me! I know what you did, you fucking asshole! We're through! I don't ever want to see your drunk, frat boy ass again!"

“Tell him, girl!" Another student cheers.

Greg's face turns beet red, a hand shaking as his eyes dart at the growing crowd.

“I can't believe I was dumb enough to think you were cool. You're just a weak little boy... I'm done with you." She growls, turning and walking away.

“Told his goon ass!" Yet another student laughs.

“G-Grace! Wait!" He reaches out for her.

“Don't touch me!" She whirls around, shaking off his hand.

“Just let her go, dude." A student urges.

“Back off! This isn't your business!"

“Bye..." The woman in the tube top rolls her eyes and promptly leaves.

“Wait! ... Rrrr..."

Darting down the hall, Grace races for the outer doors. The parking lot is only seconds away. Glancing back, however, she's horrified to see Greg turning a corner. He looks so angry! Fear overwhelms her. Dropping her books, she turns down another hall and runs away from the front doors. She looks at several classrooms, their lights turned off as classes aren't set to begin. Barging into a lecture room, she sees that it's scheduled for a science lesson in one hour. Finding a large cabinet with supplies inside, her slender body is just able to fit.

“Daggy... I'm scared." She whispers to herself.

With a trembling hand covering the soul stone, the terrified Grace hopes that Greg won't discover her.

“P-please, Daggy... I need you. Please come and-AHH!!!"

“Make a fool out of me, you stupid bitch?! I'll show you!!!" Greg snarls.

Grabbing onto her upper arm, he yanks her from the cabinet. Her legs bang loudly against the shelves and she whimpers in pain, only to fall to the ground. Without missing a beat, Greg pulls her up from the ground and shoves her against the professor's desk. After glancing at the schedule on the white board, a sinister smile spreads across his lips. A hand reaches for his pants.

“Since it's over, how about one last round? You cost me some fresh pussy, anyway, so I might as well just have yours again! What do you say, bitch?!" He cackles, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper.

“Stop! Please! I-I'm sorry! Please don't mmm-mmm-mmhhmmff!"

He promptly muffles her by covering her mouth with his strong hand. With his chest against her back, he holds her body tightly. A hand fondles one of her modest breasts, but not in a sensual manner. He squeezes and yanks. It's as if he wants to cause her pain. Taking his hand away from her chest, he stuffs it betwixt her legs and gives her womanhood a firm squeeze.

“Stay quiet, baby..." He growls into her ear before giving it a lick. “I want to enjoy this, and if you squirm, I'll have to hurt you."

“Mmmfffhh!!!"

With a firm shove, he drops her pants and panties to her ankles. She can feel the warmth of his swollen manhood against her buttocks. Shifting her eyes, she prays that someone will walk by, see into the darkened classroom and save her. Greg pulls back, preparing to penetrate his uncooperative ex-girlfriend.

“You know what? ... Fight me. It's better that way." He snickers, hardly struggling with her dainty, wriggling body.

“Is it?"

Grace's eyes widen. She can hear Greg choking. The squeaking of shoes across the tile floor as he's suddenly pulled away is music to her ears. Standing up and spinning around, she covers herself with a hand, the other cupping her gaping maw. Dagarith's glowing eyes terrify Greg, whose throat is clutched within the demon's grasp. Inch-long claws press deeply into his flesh, trickles of blood running down.

“Leave." The demon commands, his eyes turning toward her.

She doesn't argue. Pulling up her panties and pants, she tries not to cry as she stumbles for the door. Slipping outside, she looks too and fro. Collecting her fallen books, she clutches them tightly to her chest, and after taking a deep breath, swiftly walks toward the parking lot. The shock exhausts her and it's a struggle to make it to her car. Somehow, she finds herself back in her apartment. Collapsing onto her bed, she lets her emotions out and weeps. What an awful ordeal! Dagarith was right about Greg. Why didn't she listen?! He's never lied to her before.

Footfalls thump softly from the kitchen and down the hallway. Sitting up, she wipes her eyes, sniffles and calls out to the stranger.

“Who's there?!"

“Hi, Gracie."

“Daggy!!!"

Poking his head into her room, Dagarith holds a plate and a glass of milk in his clawed hands.

“I thought this might make you feel better." He remarks, glancing at the grilled cheese sandwich. “I know it's your favorite."

Though she smiles, it's forced. She tries to nod, but the second nod ends with her head hanging low. Stepping into her room, Dagarith sets the plate and glass aside, then joins her on the bed. He slips a strong, furry arm around her slender body and with a clawed hand gently guiding her head, the demon gives her a place to relax. She turns to him, latches on and sobs.

“Oh, Daggy! You were right! You were right about Greg!" She begins.

“I know." He speaks softly, a clawed hand lovingly caressing her head.

“I'm sorry I didn't listen to you! You were always right! You were right about Steve, too! I should've known better!"

“Shh... It's alright now. Everything is going to be okay." He coos.

“Oh, Daggy! It was so horrible! I thought he was going to rape me!"

“You're safe now, Precious."

She sniffles and lifts her head.

“What did you say?"

“I said you're safe now, Gracie."

“Oh... Daggy, I... ... Why did you save me?"

“What kind of question is that?!" He gasps. “Why wouldn't I come for you?!"

Her lips curl into the faintest of smiles, growing steadily wider with each passing second. As her heart begins to burn, Dagarith seems to realize the true implications of what he's just said. He hangs his head and closes his brilliant, fiery eyes.

“I'll always come for you, Gracie. I'm only a thought away." He continues, speaking even softer than before.

“You're so sweet." She coos, giving his athletic chest a little nuzzle.

His fur is so warm and soft. Pressing her ear against him, she can hear a heartbeat. It's very rapid!

“I'm sorry, Daggy."

“For what?"

“For seeing what you saw last night."

“Oh... It's... It's okay." He murmurs.

His heartrate changes. She knows that he's lying.

“You knew how Greg felt about me. You tried to warn me and I didn't listen." She continues, a slender finger outlining his muscles so tenderly.

“It's alright. You weren't ready to hear it, otherwise you would have." He replies.

“Mmm... And how do I feel about you?" She suddenly asks, batting her eyelashes as she gazes up at him.

“I... I don't know." He shyly admits, turning his eyes away.

“Why not?! Can't you see into my heart?!" She furls her brow, pulling her head away from his chest and straightening her back.

“No... When I gave you the soul stone, I bound it to me. That allowed me to return to you, but because of that, whenever I look at you, I only see a piece of myself. I can't gaze into your heart or hear your thoughts the way that I can with other humans... That's why it's so hard to..."

“... To what?"

“To say..."

“What?"

“... I love you, Gracie. I think I've always loved you." He begins, gazing into her eyes.

Her eyes widen at the demon's revelation, her heart racing and stomach fluttering.

“I fell in love with you years ago, long before my horns sprouted. I never knew how you felt about me, and after we gave each other our innocence, it hurt so much to have you reject me."

“You mean, I really was your first?!" She gasps.

“Yes. You thought I'd lied?"

“Well... I don't know." She sheepishly shrugs.

“It was such a special moment. I wasn't even mad that I never finished. I just wanted to hold you, to love you... But you said that our kind weren't meant to be together. My mother said the same, but I didn't care. I still don't. I've never stopped loving you, Gracie... I'd die for you. I'd kill for you... Again... You're everything to me."

Looking into the demon's eyes, she knows in her heart that he speaks the truth. Suddenly, she finds herself regretting her choices, every single one after that wonderful afternoon when she was sixteen. How much pain and misery could she have avoided by accepting Dagarith, a demon from the nether realm, as her one true lover, her soulmate? Reaching out for him, she latches on tightly. He strokes her so softly, so lovingly! He nuzzles her with his cat-like snout and gives her the softest of kisses. Her entire body quakes.

“Daggy, I... I've never loved a man the way that I love you..." She sheepishly begins.

“What?! But you said-!"

“I know what I said, but I was just so scared! Scared of what it would mean, scared of getting caught by my mom... I was a teenager and still half stupid! I knew how I felt but I didn't know what to do... Now I'm grown and I do know what to do." She insists, placing a hand on his cheek.

“And what's that?"

Once again, she smiles. This time, however, it's anything but forced. Leaning in simultaneously, their lips meet for a kiss. One kiss becomes two, then six, then a dozen. Her hands seem to have minds of their own, as do her legs. She caresses his body with such confidence. It helps that she'd done it once before, many years ago. Her hands undo his pants, the only garments he wears, while her legs ensnare him, wrapping around his waist. Dagarith responds to her silent pleas, all the while his lips never leaving hers, his tongue still wrestling hers.

Lying her down onto her bed, he carefully removes her clothes. He keeps his sharp claws from scratching her as he pulls off her slip-on shoes, then her pants. Surprisingly eager for his attention, she nearly rips her top as she pulls it over her head, only to gasp when the warmth of his strong hands grab onto her sides. Looking into each other's eyes, they share a loving gaze and then a passionate kiss. As their tongues entwine, he skillfully removes her bra, unhooking each clasp before tossing it aside.

Once that's done, he places his hands on either side of her hips and hooks his thumbs and index fingers behind the elastic waistband of her panties. He pauses, only to look into her eyes once more.

“I love you so much, Gracie, but if you aren't sure about this... I'm not Greg."

“Aww!" She coos, flabbergasted by the demon's chivalrousness. “I want this, Daggy, so get up here and take me, like you should have years ago." She says, leaning back and tugging at his pants with her toes.

With his smile returning, Dagarith first pulls down her panties, only to pause and gaze upon the splendor of her womanhood before scanning her body and staring at her chest. Her face turns red, not because he's looking at her small breasts and vagina for the sixth or seventh time, but because he looks so enthralled. It's as if she were a priceless treasure. Being wanted feels so nice! Finally snapping himself out of it, Dagarith pulls back, pushes down his pants and steps out of them.

As he moves, his manhood bounces and sways, the glossy, jet-black flesh attracting her eyes like a magnet. For as endowed as Greg was, the demon's limp manhood easily puts him to shame. Its shape is also unique; a conventional if girthy shaft and a circumcised head, with a familiar rim, but the tip is rather pointed. A pair of large and heavy looking testicles are encased in a scrotum covered in thick but soft, black fur. It's the icing on the cake. How much cum does he have in there?! Is it like human semen or is it special, like the rest of him?

“Oh, Daggy..." She coos, her eyes wide. “I think you've grown since the last time."

“I'm a man, now, Gracie... And I'll love you and take care of you like one."

“Oh, Daggy!" She chirps, her heart warming.

Climbing into bed, the demon's hands caress her slender, perhaps even scrawny form. She trembles, not from his touch but from the warmth. It tingles her skin, as well as her heart. With his eyes locked onto hers, glowing pools of swirling fire, he kisses her with such passion. A warm object on her belly causes her to gasp and glance down. His penis is so large that, with the base shrouding her clitoris, the tip covers her belly button. His skin is so hot! Unable to resist, she reaches a hand down and cups the phallus. Cooing, she strokes his manhood as if she were petting a fragile animal.

“I've thought about this a lot..." She suddenly remarks.

“You have?"

“Yeah... This felt so good the first time. I mean it when I say that no man compares to my memories."

“That was a long time ago..."

Dagarith's tone perplexes her. Is he worried that he will leave her unsatisfied? A quick glance into the demon's eyes shows a shyness, a boyish charm that she's rarely witnessed in him. Something about it tugs at her heartstrings, and her hand begins to stroke his manhood with increasing confidence. She pulls along the length of the floppy organ, which stretches from her wrist and nearly to her elbow. She can feel his pulse as his penis begins to stiffen, hardening rapidly. It doesn't gain length but fattens as it swells. With a firm squeeze just behind the head of his member, he softly groans.

“You could never disappoint me, Daggy."

He responds not in words but with more actions, kissing her again and against and fondling her modest breasts with such affection, such passion. Her loins grow moist at the mere scent of the demon's furry body, the warmth of his endowment and the care of his ministrations. He licks and kisses her breasts. What affection! She gasps as he moves one of her legs aside, only to massage her womanhood with the tip of a finger. He teases her clitoris even better than she does! Gazing down at her loins, she watches with flushed cheeks as her demon lover inserts a finger.

The sensation of his furry finger and sharp claw burrowing into her tender hole makes her wriggle, but her eyes remain fixed. Somehow, he never scratches her insides with the frightening appendage. Inserting the whole length of his finger, Dagarith rests a palm over her groin, pressing down the natural forest of her pubic hair. She can hear it rubbing against his palm and feels a strange embarrassment come over her.

“D-Daggy... Hhff! I'm sorry I didn't, hhff, shave for you." She whimpers.

“Nonsense. You're perfect the way you are." He coos before kissing her lips so softly.

Slowly pulling his finger from her loins, he stops to massage her clitoris before moving himself into position. He moves her other leg aside, spreading them apart as he looms over her. Grace's chest heaves as she prepares herself. His manhood is so large, so long and thick! What will it feel like? Will it hurt? Sensing her anxiety, Dagarith shifts so that his manhood rests along her flat belly, his furry scrotum and big testicles pressing into her moist nether lips. The sheer girth of his penis covers nearly the width of her own hand, hiding much of her pubic hair. It fills the gap between her slender legs.

Slowly and methodically, he pulls himself back, grinding his flesh against hers. She cannot help but whimper, in the best possible way. Her dainty hands reach out for her demon lover, coming to rest on his broad shoulders. Her eyes grow wider as it comes closer and closer to the moment. The flared head and pointed tip brush her clitoris, only for the tip to tease her dripping wet nether lips. She can feel them spreading apart as he begins moving closer. A familiar pressure on her loins makes her body tense up.

With a nuzzle to her face, she looks away for but a moment. Dagarith's expression speaks volumes. His love for her is real, as is their passion. This is not just carnal mating, the bonding of male and female flesh for the sake of pleasure or breeding. This is something greater, something far more meaningful. With lips pressed and tongues entwined, she loses herself in the moment, only to gasp and cry out, into her lover's mouth. He finally acts.

“MMMHHHMMM!!!" She lets out a muffled cry, her back arching.

“NNNGGGHHH!!!"

“AHH!!! OH, FUCK!!!" She exclaims, pulling their lips apart.

Gazing between their bodies, she can see the glorious sight. The demon's manhood pushes into the human's taut loins, spreading her apart and stretching her to her limits. Dagarith pushes, driving himself deeper and deeper. The girth of his shaft truly reams Grace's taut vagina, her quivering flesh clinging so feebly to the fat cock that stretches her. Is that a bulge in her belly?!

“OH-YES! AHH! MY PUSSY! AHH! IT'S SO FULL!!!" She cries out.

Shifting his weight, Dagarith moves his clawed hands from beside her ribcage and slips his arms behind her back. With his forearms and knees supporting his body, he grunts and growls as he gives quicker and more assertive thrusts, stuffing inch after fat inch of his manhood into Grace's quivering pussy. His fingers curl around her shoulders, his palms against her shoulder blades. Rocking his pelvis in a subtle crescent, he moves forward and back, stuffing more and more of his member into her. All she can do is lie back and take it.

What power! What size! What pleasure! This is even better than she remembers, and even back then, Dagarith was still quite endowed. Now, however, he seems to have matured. He moves slower, taking his time. He doesn't ask if she's taken too much, instead giving her as much as he desires. When the pointed tip of his penis tickles her cervix, she gasps. It's a strange sensation, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Another thrust, and she feels something pop.

“Rrrr-fuck! Hhff-hhff! What was that?!"

“Mmmm-the tip... It's opening you."

“What?!"

Dagarith doesn't answer her, instead merely pumping his hips and ensuring that her taut hole has swallowed every last millimeter of his large, throbbing penis. His balls rest against her buttocks, covering her anus like a shield, but with each short stroke of his manhood, they plop against her ass. How does that not hurt?! She knows men often guard those with their lives. How does she now hurt?! He's so large and he touches her cervix, and yet all she has in unbridled pleasure. Soon, however, she loses her capacity for thought. Dagarith truly begins his work...

“Ahh-fuck! Ahh-god! Ohh-fuck!" She exclaims again and again.

Rocking his hips as he clings to her dainty form, Dagarith thrusts between four and six inches of his girthy phallus into and out of her taut loins. When he really wants to tease her, he slows down and holds it in place, merely increasing the pressure as he pushes against her. Once he's seen her wriggle and squeal, he continues his thrusts, only to make them even longer and harder. Nearly eight inches of manhood is removed before being shoved right back inside, and each time she can feel that rubbery but pointed tip tickling her cervix.

Her orgasms come quickly and ferociously. One, two and then three. She squirts her clear fluids all over his manhood, and upon glancing at the clock, she's shocked to find that it's only been seven minutes! Dagarith doesn't slow down for even an instant, though she can see his pleasure as much as she can hear it. He grunts and growls and snarls as he reams her little pussy, giving her all that he's got and more. The tautness of her loins, especially as her muscles convulse in ecstasy, forces him to thrust even harder, just to spread her open.

Her body is like a vice, clamping down onto his manhood. Finally, he slows to a stop. Before she can ask him what's wrong, let alone catch her breath, Dagarith rises to his knees, grabs hold of her sweaty body, lifts up a leg and rolls her over. She finds herself being directed onto her hands and knees, her demon lover placing two pillows beneath her belly before continuing his work. His manhood never even has to leave her body. What a stud she's found in the compassionate demon.

The musk of his sweat drenched fur is as alluring as the soft plopping sounds of his thighs and balls slapping against her supple body. In and out, over and over again, he pounds Gracie's little hole until she feels yet another orgasmic explosion. What an incredible feeling! Dagarith pulls her against him as he thrusts. Looking at the wall, she can see the shadow of his tail as it swishes about. It's almost as if it's enduring its own climax. The feline head with curled horns tilts back and she can hear him growl.

“Rrrr-Gracie! I love you so much! I've wanted this for so long!"

She tries to respond, but all she can do is wail and nod. She's never had sex like this before, not even in her wildest dreams or fantasies. The carnal beast holds her slender hips and yanks her back, causing her to gasp as the tip bombards her cervix. Her insides are so thoroughly stretched that the thought of even feeling Greg's penis again nearly makes her laugh out loud. When she's endured a fifth orgasm, Dagarith slows to a stop before removing the pillows. Now, it seems, he wants something a little different.

Lying flat on her belly, her lover's arms ensnare her. Her grabs hold of her modest, 30B cup breasts. Moving slowly and methodically, he continues to thrust his manhood into and out of her. With his legs covering hers, he uses his knees to force her legs closed. The added tightness of the already tight fit causes her flesh to grind quite roughly against his incredibly large manhood, even with her pussy dripping.

“Ouch! D-Daggy?!"

“Yes, Gracie?"

“Th-that's too tight..."

“I'm sorry!"

“It's okay... Daggy?"

“Yes, Gracie?"

“I want to face you."

With that, Dagarith removes himself from her loins and helps her roll over. Once again on her back, she holds out her arms to him. Reinserting himself, the demon penetrates her vagina with the care and tenderness that he often shows her. Somehow, that makes it even more pleasurable. With her arms around his neck, legs around his thighs and her heels pressing into his buttocks, she silently cries out to him.

“Nngf! You're going to, nngf, make me... Rrrr!"

“Do it! Ahh-yes! Do it, Daggy!" She cries out.

“Are you sure?"

“Do it! Cum in me!" She all but begs.

He doesn't ask again nor offer alternatives. Instead, he slows his pace and rocks his hips so that the tip of his manhood once again rubs against her clitoris. She whimpers and shivers as yet another orgasm overwhelms her, but this time her lover shows similar symptoms. With trembling arms and shivering legs, Dagarith's upper body quakes. He grits his teeth, flashing his sharp fangs as he silently snarls. Pressing firmly into her, his balls rest against her tight buttocks and she can feel them rising.

Just as her sixth orgasm begins, Dagarith's head falls forward, his chin resting atop her shoulder, his face pushed into a pillow.

“HNGH! I'M! RRRR!!!"

“AHH-FUCK!"

“RRRNNN! ... HHHNNNGGGGHHHHAHH!!!"

Pushing further into her, she once again feels the faint pop of the tip of his penis fitting neatly into the opening of her cervix. Forcing it wider, ever so slightly, somehow all she can feel is euphoria. Jet after powerful jet flows into her quivering body, splashing her uterus and coating her uterine walls with hot, gooey semen. Her back arches as she screams at the top of her lungs, her entire body in uncontrollable spasm. She's barely able to muffle her cries by burying her face in the nape of his furry neck.

One, two, three jets and Dagarith keeps cumming. Four, five, six and her uterus feels a strange pressure, as if it were swelling. Seven and then eight. How much does he have?! A ninth blast, as thick and as powerful as the first, and the demon's hot spunk begins to ooze past the seal made by her cervix and the head of his penis. She feels his seed filling her vaginal canal, forming a sticky barrier between the big, throbbing cock and her taut flesh. Finally, after a dozen jets of cum, Dagarith squeezes out a small, thirteenth squirt, signaling the end.

With her chest heaving, Grace's limbs become limp. Her arms fall to the sides, her legs flatten and her back straightens under her own weight. Even her head feels too heavy to lift up! Panting for air, she's content to allow her lover to hold her like a love doll, clinging to her limp body as he grunts and groans. The cat-like demon shivers and, every so often, has an involuntary pelvic spasm; he gently rocks his hips as his manhood shifts, swelling and rising within her as his pelvic muscles clench. What a strange and yet wonderful sensation!

“Ooohhh, Gracie... That. Was... Mmmm..." He groans, a hand reaching down and cupping his own balls. “They feel so empty. So cold."

“Ohh-god. Your cum, hhff-hhff, so hot. Hhff-hhff! You, hhff, had so much!"

“I know. Those of my breed always have a lot of love to give." He teases, nuzzling her face. “Words cannot explain the euphoria of being with you."

“Aww, Daggy!"

After taking a moment to rest, Dagarith finally begins to remove himself from the human's thoroughly used loins. She cannot help herself, watching with the widest of grins as the largest penis she's ever enjoyed or ever will enjoy slithers out of her thoroughly stretched loins. The jet-black shaft tingles her pink nether lips, the rim of his somewhat flared and pointed tip giving her a delightful shiver as it pops out. The demon's seed stains his magnificent penis, which stands so proudly over her belly as he straightens his back, kneeling betwixt her legs.

She furls her brow when she notices something unusual. Dagarith's cum isn't merely white, like human sperm. The demon has off-white, pearlescent cum, with swirls of gold throughout. His manhood bounces as he gives another squeeze of his pelvic muscles, ensuring that he is indeed empty. A pearl and gold droplet oozes out before landing on her belly. It's so hot that it almost burns her skin. She even gasps as she quickly wipes it up with a finger. Acting on impulse, she brings her finger to her face and licks it. It was almost second nature!

Thankfully, his spunk doesn't burn her tongue. Instead, she enjoys a bizarre explosion of flavor. It's unlike anything she's enjoyed before. Before Dagarith realizes it, he gasps and looks down. Gracie slurps as she eagerly licks and sucks on his engorged member, cleaning his manhood in a most appropriate fashion. Her eyes repeatedly glance down at her groin, seeing the gaping hole that is her soiled pussy. Dagarith's strangely colored seed seems to be glued to her flesh, as even though some seeps out and trickles toward her anus, it refuses to drip.

Unable to help herself, she scoops it up with a finger and tastes it, to Dagarith's surprise. Finally releasing him, he lies on his side and snuggles up to his lover, being careful not to bump her head with his horns. Grace glances at her lover and gives him a tender kiss, only for the pair to stare with longing into each other's eyes.

“Well, Gracie... That was something!" He chirps.

“Yeah." She coos, her fingers gently rubbing his furry forearm. “I've never had sex like that before."

“You know what they say; once you have demon, you never go back."

“Hehehe! ... Seriously, Daggy, that was..." She suddenly hesitates. “I, uhm... This was nice, and not just because it was the best sex ever."

“You're welcome."

“I'm being serious! ... I don't want you to think that I just wanted that..."

Lifting his head from the pillow, his expression changes. With his fiery eyes glossy, a boyish smile on his face, he seems to be so eager for her to say the words.

“I never should've rejected you, after that first time... I got scared and I was dumb... I love you, Daggy. I've always loved you, even when I tried to move on... I don't want this to end."

“It won't." He assures her, leaning in and giving her another passionate kiss.

Comforted by her lover, the gentle demon once again makes himself comfortable and the new couple fall asleep in each other's arms. Awakening a short while later, Grace yawns and stretches. Her body presses against Dagarith's body, his strong physique noticeable even by feel. Turning her eyes, she watches him sleep, an arm still draped over her and tucked beneath her modest breasts. After giving herself a moment to wake up, she finally finds the strength to lift her head.

She gasps in shock upon seeing her body. Why does her abdomen look like that?! Bolting upright, she places a hand on her belly. Dagarith rolls onto his back, his head turning as he quietly groans. Examining the rest of her, she's thankful that her vagina is no longer stretched and puffy. Her eyes, however, cannot ignore what's right in front of her.

“Daggy! Daggy, wake up!" She shakes him.

“Mmrrmm... Huh?" He sleepily lifts his head and rubs his eyes.

“Daggy, what happened?!"

“Hmm?"

“I look like I gained ten pounds!"

“Oh, that's normal." He says with a yawn.

“What?!"

“Don't you humans have babies? I know you mate like we do."

“... I'M PREGNANT?!?!?!"

“Why else would your belly look like that? Your womb is busy growing the fruit of our love, and in thirteen days, you'll give birth to our son or daughter."

“THIRTEEN DAYS?!?!?!"

“Yes... Is that unusual?"

“Uuuhhhhhhh..."

She stares blankly at him as her mind struggles to process this troubling information. Suddenly, her eyes grow wide as she remembers Greg. He came in her, too, and before Dagarith. What if she's growing his demon-infused super baby?!?!

“Uhm, D-Daggy... This might sound stupid but... What happens if I was already pregnant?"

He lets out an amused chuckle, only to pause when he realizes that she's serious.

“Oh, well, they taught us this in school."

“Demon's go to school?"

“Doesn't everyone? Anyway, how should I put this... As I ejaculate directly into your uterus, through your cervix, my seed coated your insides and “cleaned" you. Our semen is very potent... No human offspring could survive..."

“Oh! Whew!" She sighs with relief. “I got scared for a second there!"

“..."

“I am a little concerned about the thirteen days, though..."

Rising to his feet, Dagarith moves away from the bed, approaches the wall and forms a portal.

“Are you leaving?!" Grace whimpers, fearfully gripping the covers.

“No. I love you, Gracie. I want to claim you. I want you to allow it."

“Claim me? You already did that." She winks, a hand petting her belly.

“That's not what I mean. If you allow me to claim you, to take ownership of your spirit, I can safeguard you. You will then be free to follow me to the other side."

Grace's heart skips a beat and her body trembles. Is it from fear or excitement? She cannot be sure which.

“Y-you... You want me to give you my soul?!"

“I'd never hurt you, Gracie, but my world isn't like this one. You need me to be your guide, and the others might not take kindly to this... You see, it's forbidden... What we did isn't supposed to happen. I cannot take it back, and I wouldn't want to. As far as I'm concerned, you're the only reason I breathe."

“Aww!"

“Take my hand, grant me your spirit, and I will protect you. I will protect our baby, and any future children we have. I give you my word, as a mate, as a husband."

His warmth is unquestionable, his smile unbroken. Rising from her bed, the covers fall away and Grace can feel the added weight. Glancing down at her belly, it appears even larger!

“Oh, wow! I think I felt a kick!" She nervously chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“It's okay to be scared. I'm scared too, Gracie, but as long as we're together, we'll be fine."

Strengthened by his words, she makes her way to the portal, only to pause and place a hand over her choker. Turning to him, her frightened eyes speak to him.

“No... Once you step through and this portal closes, I cannot guarantee you'll ever be able to return to this place and time. That soul stone is bound to me, and will not work for anyone else."

“Oh..."

“I won't force you to go, Gracie, but if your condition will become a problem, I'd rather bring you with me. My kind will take care of you. So long as you are mine, they are forbidden from harming you." He assures her.

“Okay... Just give me a second."

She takes a few deep breaths and begins pacing back and forth. Collecting his pants from the floor, Dagarith slips them on before opening her closet door. He rummages through her clothes and holds out dresses, looking at her face while imagining her in various outfits. She doesn't seem to notice as she walks from one side of the room to the other, muttering to herself and weighing her options.

“Okay!" She abruptly stops and turns to him.

“Hmm?!" He swiftly lowers a red dress and hides it behind his back.

“I'll go with you!"

“Goodie!" He chirps.

“Why is my closet open?"

“No reason! ... Gracie?"

“Yeah?"

“Could you wear this when we step through?" He asks, revealing the red dress, a wide, toothy grin plastered on his face. “Pleeeaaase?!"

“Yeah, okay. Anything for you, Daggy."

Pulling up the dress to cover her nude body, Grace turns to Dagarith, who holds up two thumbs of approval.

“This doesn't fit quite like it used to..."

“But you're beautiful as ever!" He insists.

“Aww! You're such a sweet liar."

“I'll never lie to you, Gracie." He responds in a most serious tone.

“Really?"

Dagarith nods his head and draws an 'X' over his heart with a claw.

“Okay... Did you know this was going to happen when we were having sex?" She asks, resting a hand beneath her belly, which has grown even larger.

“Oh... Well..." His feline ears droop, a hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe?" He sheepishly answers, biting on his bottom lip.

“Daggy!"

“I forgot! Honest! I was caught up in the moment!" He insists.

“Me, too." She giggles.

“Next time, I can pull it out before I finish."

“Mmmm... We'll talk about that after this one's out of me." She coos, patting her belly. “So, how do we do this?"

“Take my hand."

“That's it?!"

Nodding his head, she cannot help but grin. He smiles so warmly, his eyes so soft and tender, as they always are. Somehow, the fear has left her. Taking hold of the demon's hand, a soft, pure white light glows between their palms. She can feel a burning, but it doesn't hurt. The warmth envelopes her entire body, like a loving embrace.

“That's different." She murmurs.

“You are now mine. Don't worry. I will always care for you, and I will die to protect you."

“Daggy." She coos, her cheeks flushing as she smiles.

Turning toward the swirling portal, Dagarith takes a step toward the portal. She follows her lover, her soulmate, comforted beyond words. He motions with a clawed hand, showing her the way home.

“What does it feel like?" She asks, reaching out to poke the portal's event horizon.

“I guess it's a bit like walking through a puddle."

“I don't need to hold my breath, do I?" She giggles.

“No." He chuckles.

After sharing a kiss, she quietly takes a deep breath and looks back at her bedroom. Dagarith waits with the patience of a saint, and when she's well and truly ready, she turns to him and nods. Moving in unison, they step through the portal. Dagarith and Grace disappear, and the swirling portal shrinks until it is no more.