FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Jole shifted uncomfortably in his sleep, sweating from the heat wave that had just assaulted him. Why the hell was it so hot all of a sudden? He definitely didn't remember turning the heater on before going to bed.

Opening his eyes, Jole reached his hand over to grab his phone, which was always placed right beside him on the nightstand. When he instead felt the warm touch of a stone floor, he knew something was up.

Jole opened his eyes groggily at first, tired from only just being woken up, but quickly snapped them open once he got the first look of where he was.

He definitely wasn't in his room. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn't even on earth anymore. Just where was he, exactly?

Before getting up to scan his surroundings, he noticed a very ominous, and very huge shadow looming over him from where he sat.

Oh no.

Jole could feel his heart beginning to pump harder as he steeled himself to turn around, blood cold, already dreading to see whatever horror was there waiting for him.

He decided to do it like a band-aid: snapping his body back in an instant and opening his eyes. His eyes widened as they fell upon the beast.

His large, strong imposing stature was the first thing Jole noticed: He was easily a bit more than twice his height, and that wasn't even counting his horns, which brought Jole to the next strange detail. It's head, which was completely made of bone, with dark voids for each of his two eyes.

His body was a bit of a combination between two different textures; the lower part of him was covered mostly in a decent layer of brown fur. Above that seemed to be a regular layer of skin which extended all the way to his arms, ending in sharp, pointed fingernails. The fur returned near his skull, however. And just for a second, his attention was fixated on the thick, moving tail that was coiled around his feet on the floor.

But most strange of all, was that upon his face was… A grin?

Huh?

Before he could take a closer look to make sure he was seeing right, the big, beastly figure spread his powerful arms wide and bellowed out his first words.

"Welcome!" He exclaimed cheerfully, his deep, commanding voice juxtaposing greatly with the happy tone of his words.

Jole couldn't speak. Too surprised to find even a single thing to say in his current situation. Thankfully, he didn't need to, as the odd figure in front of him continued talking.

He put his hands on his hips, and looked down at Jole, grinning once again. "I understand you may be a bit confused by what just happened, so I'll try my best to explain, okay?"

Still as perplexed as ever, Jole nodded slowly, just glad to finally be getting some answers as to what exactly was going on.

"First, there's me." He waved. "My name is Bar'gemoth, but you can just call me Barge if you want, I don't mind! And second, there's no need to introduce me to you, Jole." He said with a wink.

"And finally, as to why you're here-well, it's really all because of me, but I have a good reason for doing it!" Bar'gemoth explained.

Jole stood up, intrigued at what he was going to say, and wanted to pay his full attention to the demon, but something caught his eye. Something big.

To be blunt, it was the demon's dick, and it was huge.

Actually, it was about proportional to his size, but to Jole, it was still pretty fucking big. It hung loosely from the center of his beefy thighs, along with a hefty sac, with balls that swung like weighted bags with every slight movement he made. As soon as Jole noticed he was staring, he turned away from him nervously. It had only been a couple of minutes, Jole didn't even know what this guy wanted and he was already staring at his junk. 'Damn, at least have some tact.' He thought to himself.

The monster, noticing his awkward fidgeting, spoke up. "Oh! Oh man, so sorry! I actually read about this too, I just forgot! Ahh… I know how you mortals feel about seeing other being's more sensitive areas... Things are a little more open here, so I forgot to wear something, hold on…"

Jole heard a strange noise emit from in front of him, but he kept looking away.

"There! Better?" Bar'gemoth asked, prompting the human to turn and see what he had done.

Instead of just letting everything hang loose like before, he now had on a primitive piece of clothing which resembled a loincloth. It was crude, but at least it covered his lower-half up enough that he didn't feel weird staring at him, so he nodded. Plus, his upper half was pretty impressive in its own right, and it at least felt less pervy to gawk at his broad chest than it was his manhood.

"Again, sorry about that, that's my fault, won't happen again, promise." He said nervously, causing Jole to question how someone as intimidating-looking as himself could possibly sound nervous.

"Now, uh, back to what I was saying: the reason you're here is because I've been… Keeping an eye on you-and I know that sounds bad! But hey, there's not much for us demon's to do around here anyway other than watch mortals do stuff, so cut me some slack."

Fair enough, Jole said to himself as he continued to listen to him talk.

"Let me just get to the point here… I've noticed you have some… Interesting tastes, in terms of what you look for in a partner."

Welp, there was the embarrassment again.

"No! Wait, don't feel bad! I've got weird tastes too! That's why I summoned you here!" He confessed, looking a bit more anxious as he kept going.

"I mean, I didn't know if It would even work, since no one's really tried summoning from this side… And trust me, If I knew it would work, I wouldn't have done it while you were sleeping, it's just-I was so excited and I wanted to make sure it worked so I ended up carrying out the ritual anyway, and now you're here and… Ahh, sorry. I'm rambling."

Bar'gemoth finished, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Jole couldn't help but find the way he acted kind of cute in it's own unique way. I mean, he was literally a demon. A huge, handsome demon at that, and he was acting like a teenager with a crush. It was absolutely adorable.

Of course, not that he didn't look cute before he started doing that. It was true what he said after all, Jole had a thing for guys like him. There was something about huge monster men that just hit all the right buttons, and Bar'gemoth was definitely appealing to his tastes, to a tee.

"I'm just gonna be blunt since I feel like I'm talking in circles right now. I'm a demon, and I'm into human's. Jole, you're a human, and if I've pinned you down right, you're into demon's. So with that, I was wondering if you maybe… Wanted to do something?"

He asked timidly, his voice getting slightly quieter as he ended his sentence. Jole opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off.

"You can say no if you want! I don't want this to feel like I'm forcing you or anything! Definitely not! I completely understand if you don't want to do anythi-"

"Yes." Jole said, abruptly.

The demon stopped talking for just a moment, before his skeletal face shifted into a happy grin once more, taking Jole into his arms and pushing him against his large, muscled chest.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much for saying yes! You have no idea how happy that makes me! I promise you won't regret this, I'm gonna make sure of that!" He yelled, shaking his tail happily against the ground.

Jole was close enough to him now that he could feel the soft fur that covered his neck. It was remarkably soft, and it didn't take much for him to give in and melt into the embrace. He stayed like that for a while before feeling one of Bar'gemoth's fingers tap against his back.

"I know I'm being a bit forward here… But are you okay with just heading back to my place?"

Jole lifted his head from the soft fluff of his neck, and looked at him. He was gonna say yes anyway, but the demon just looked so cute with that timid, hopeful smile on his face. Like he'd be crushed if Jole said no. God, it was adorable.

"Sure, let's go." Jole replied, holding on even tighter to him as he let out what he could've sworn was a squeal, and began walking towards wherever his home was, with Jole securely in his arms.

---

It didn't take long at all for Jole to get to his place. It didn't really look like something he would consider a home back on Earth. It was a basically a large carved out rock with a black floor that looked only somewhat cleaner than the ground outside.

Once Bar'gemoth stepped inside, he gently placed Jole on the floor and turned around to wave his hand at the entrance in his home, which had somehow closed in on itself. Just how? Jole wasn't sure. Then again, there were plenty of things about this whole situation that were pretty questionable. Best to just not think about it and enjoy the moment.

There was an attractive, kind, and gigantic demon dude who wanted to hook up with him. It was pretty much the dream for someone like him, best just take it at face value.

After the demon had sealed his home, he turned back to Jole, leaning down further until his bone face was as close as it could get to the smaller human. His eyes, hidden in the shadows of his skull, now turning into a slightly more seductive expression, instead of his usual cheery one.

It was getting a bit intense.

Jole gulped and took a step back, keen on seeing where he was going with this, but a bit scared to really initiate himself.

"Oh! Wait!" Bar'gemoth said, stopping his heated gaze and turning back into his original cheerful-sounding self. "What was I thinking? We can't just do this right here on the floor, it has to be special! Hold on-just one second…"

Jole eyed him curiously for a moment as the demon began pondering something, humming to himself with muted tones. Eventually, it seemed he finally found an answer. Could've swore there was a lightbulb over his head with the way he moved.

With a bright, skeletal grin, he snapped his fingers together. The strange sound Jole heard from before rang against his ears once more, and in the very next moment, his feet were no longer on the floor.

Instead, Jole was laid back against the soft touch of a mattress. It wasn't just any plain mattress though: the blanket that covered it was decorated in heart patterns, and there were red, pink and white pillows all around him. It was something straight out of a cheesy romance film.

It was also huge. In fact, Jole guessed it was big enough for Bar'gemoth to fit on. And his guess was proven right, as the demon plopped himself right on the large bed and began resting his head on his propped up elbows. Just looking at Jole with tender eyes, ignoring everything else.

"I know that some of you like to have these designs when you're making love, I read about that too. Figured I'd make it more comfortable." He explained, moving one of his hands towards the human as he began rubbing the tip of his finger against his palm.

"So… Have any ideas on what you wanna do? I'm kind of at a loss since I didn't think I'd be meeting you so soon. I'd be willing to do anything though. Giving, receiving. I'm not picky as long as it's with you."

Jole could feel his dick jump at the prospect of doing either of those things with Bar'gemoth, but… How?

"Uhh… Not that that doesn't sound super hot, but just how are we supposed to do either of those things? You're kinda huge."

He laughed, shifting his arms around until he was back to looking at Jole, dreamily. "Guess we'll just have to get a bit creative then, won't we? But first, give me an answer, how do you want me? Giving, or receiving?"

It wasn't really a hard choice for Jole, considering he was obviously gonna do both before this was over. And so, he just decided to bottom for him first, since at least for that he already had an idea of what could happen. It unfortunately didn't involve his dick going inside him, but that was gonna be impossible anyway. Although his idea was about as close as they could get.

"Giving." Jole answered, earning a grunt from his larger partner as he sat up on his knees, looming over Jole.

"Fine by me." He said, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric that was covering his impressive length. "Guess that means you won't mind me taking this off?" He teased.

Jole shook his head, and watched as he took his hands, and ripped both of the thin strings at the sides apart, letting the cloth fall slowly, revealing his length once again, which already seemed to be half hard. Jole had already seen it before, true, but it didn't make it any less wonderful to look at.

Bar'gemoth then put both his hands on his hips, letting his naked form completely bare for Jole to see, and letting his cock flop in all its glory. "So how did you wanna do this?" He asked, a slightly eager tone in his voice.

Before answering, Jole undressed himself as well, hastily. Earning a small laugh from the demon as he fumbled with his belt-buckle, before finally undoing it and tossing his clothes aside wherever.

Once he was done, he got into position by laying flat on the bed, face up. The demon looked a bit confused, so Jole explained.

"Uhh… Okay, so can you like… Rub on me?" Jole said, a bit embarrassed at how blunt he had to be. It's true, sex was supposed to be natural and kind of a 'do what you think feels good' situation, but this was a bit of a special case.

It took a bit for Bar'gemoth to understand what the human meant with his truthfully undescriptive explanation of what Jole wanted for him. Still, once he moved forward and dropped his heavy shaft on his body, Jole knew he got the idea.

He pressed his hands down against the mattress, trapping Jole and giving him a good feel of just how great the size difference was between the two of them. If anything, it just made Jole more excited.

"You ready, cutie?" He asked, spreading his legs a bit.

Jole looked directly at the large cock that was now pressed against him. He could see a bead of pre dripping down from his tip onto his chest, which showed how excited he was for this.

Jole took a deep breath before answering. "Yeah, go ahead."

Without hesitation, Bar'gemoth bucked his hips forward, pressing his weighty shaft against Jole's body. He had to grab the bed with both his hands just to stay in one place. His thrusts were desperate, but slow. Most likely on purpose, in order to draw out the moment as long as possible.

After he had finished his first rut, Jole could hear a loud breath escape from the demon. He must've been pretty eager if he was already getting this worked up.

He reared back and readied himself once again, grinding his meat against Jole and letting out a deep rumble as he did. It was probably the weirdest way to frot against someone, but the disparity between him and Bar'gemoth only enhanced the experience, in his opinion. Feeling his cock gradually grow harder with each cycle made Jole more excited as well.

As Bar'gemoth kept going, his cock seemed to grow more appealing by the second. Jole couldn't just do nothing while the demon's well hung length was so close to him, so he raised his arms and wrapped them as closely as he could around his cock, stroking him as the demon continued to work himself on Jole.

Deciding to go even further, he opened his mouth and started dragging his tongue along the demon's shaft. There was a quick jerk, followed by a shudder as soon as he made contact, but not much else. It made sense, considering the difference in proportion. The demon's shaft had a salty, strong taste to it. It wasn't strong enough that it deterred Jole, however. And definitely not strong enough to stop him from sticking his tongue underneath the Barges foreskin when the opportunity came.

The new, more intense sensation had Bar'gemoth moaning louder than before. With both the friction of his movement, his hands working in tandem, and most of all; his tongue, he could barely keep quiet. Pre began leaking more than ever. Jole worried for a moment that he was close, and Jole was about to get the most messy facial of his life.

He stopped not long after, panting loudly before taking his member off Jole's chest. He looked at Jole, still catching his breath.

"Sorry. I was getting close, but I didn't want to finish before you got your turn." He said, though a few more gasps.

"My turn?" Jole repeated.

Bar'gemoth nodded. "Yeah. It's your turn to give. I don't wanna do just one thing and be done. I've never done anything with a human before, and now that you're here, I wanna do a lot more than just frot." There was a grin on his face as he said those last words.

"I don't know, like I said before, you are pretty big. I can't even think of where to begin." Jole said. While just the idea of a big frightening demon like Bar'gemoth bottoming was enough to get Jole going all by itself, it was a bit hard to actually think of something to do when he was in the moment so suddenly. Even more so when he couldn't just top him like he could anyone else.

"Take your time, I've been waiting months for this, I think I can wait a couple more minutes." He said with a heavy breath, leaning back onto his side and holding his skull-shaped head in his hand like he was a woman on a covergirl magazine or something. Cute.

"Just remember, I'm not against the idea of getting a bit submissive if you want me to. Don't let my size get in the way." Said the demon, his voice becoming deep and sultry, and his eyes shifting into those same seductive slits as they did before. "I'll do whatever you want."

Oh god, did this demon know how to push his buttons.

"Uhh… Okay, then can you-I don't know, turn around for me?"

The demon turned his smile into a smirk, that bone face of his becoming more attractive every time he did it. "Hmm? Would you like me to present my backside to you, human?"

Woah.

Jole said yes, obviously, but the part that really made his dick jump was the "human" he added at the end. Something about it just… Stimulated him. It was weird. Like a mix of him being demanding, yet servile at the same time. He like-no, loved it.

But he liked what he saw in front of him more. Oh, it was truly something incredible.

Bar'gemoth had bent over, his knees spread on the bed, giving Jole a complete view of his behind.

Powerful legs. Round, heavy balls. And most notably, two perfect globes of pure muscle that parted to let Jole see his inviting hole right in the center. His tail swayed side to side in a taunting motion, almost daring Jole to go over to it.

Jole walked over to him, and thankfully, when he stood up, he was level with his opening, which gave Jole much more options than if he had to reach up.

Oh, Jole could hardly wait to do something with him. But first… "Hey, Bar'gemoth… Can I ask you do something for me?"

"Hmmm?"

He paused before making his request. "Could you… Do that thing where you referred to me as human? And could you make it more… Demanding?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I can do that. Let's see here…" The Demon then cleared his throat before speaking again. His tone now deeper, and more menacing than it has ever been before now.

"Will this suffice, human?"

Both Jole, and his dick agreed that yes, it would suffice.

Jole approached his great backside once again, laying his hands on his flank and giving both of his cheeks a firm squeeze before spreading them apart and giving himself a better look at the real prize; the enticing, pink rim just in between the midst of the demon's rump. It was like a sexual magnet, begging him to move forward.

It took a bit of fighting with his own brain to finally get the courage to do what he wanted. He remembered that Bar'gemoth said he'd be okay with anything, but it was still a bit embarrassing for him to actually just do it. It was either now or never though, and Jole definitely wasn't gonna pass up this chance.

Jole pushed himself forward, right against the puffed up flesh of the demon's pucker, nose first, and before doing anything else, took a hard whiff of Bar'gemoth's behind.

His masculine, heavy musk hit Jole like a sack of bricks. It was hardly unpleasant, just a bit stronger than what he'd been anticipating. Honestly though, Jole should've expected it. With the heat here, it probably wasn't hard to work up a sweat. Especially for Bar'gemoth, what with fur and everything.

Jole reared back a bit before diving in once more.

"Mmmm… Yes, human. Take in my scent… I've worked hard to make it strong for you. Enjoy it."

Goddamn.

He dipped in even deeper, pushing away the sweaty, damp fur to uncover more of Bar'gemoth's addictively aromatic pucker, sniffing it as if it was a fine wine. And like a fine wine, there were small things that vastly added to the experience. Such as the slight smell of burning charcoal that Bar'gemoth had to him. And not to mention the-

"Human." The demon spoke, snapping Jole out of his musk-frenzied headspace.

"Yeah?"

"You seem to enjoy my smell very much… Just can't get enough of it, it seems like," he teased. "and while I have no problem with letting you get drunk off my essence, I would like to hear firsthand just how much you adore it. So, human; how do I smell? Tell me, and don't be shy."

Taking a heavy breath and basically forcing himself away from Bar'gemoth, he replied, with a smile on his face. "Oh god, Barge, where do I start? It's like-all I can smell from here is you. You're clean, but your scent is so strong." Jole praised, taking a moment to pace himself before continuing. "And yeah, you smell great. I love your musk."

"Really?! Well, thank you that's very kind! I actually… Wait, I-I mean…" Bar'gemoth stuttered, clearing his throat and switching back to his deeper voice, choosing to ignore his slip-up in inflection. Cute.

"That is a well enough response, human. As a reward for answering so… Graciously, I will perform a favor for you."

Jole just watched as the demon arched both his hands back, and placed on them on each of his cheeks, moving them apart and opening himself up, making his previously tight pucker gape just enough that he could barely make out a view of Bar'gemoth's warm insides. And while that was quite the alluring sight for Jole, it wasn't why the demon had done it.

No, The real reason behind spreading himself so shamelessly, was to air himself out, and to drown his little human in the scent that he seemed to like so much.

"Mmm… Go ahead, human, the great demon Bar'gemoth is exposing himself before you and letting you indulge in his natural incense. I suggest you take this opportunity and cherish it, I would not let just anybody do this, only those who I like may hope to be so intimate with my impressive backside."

At this point, Jole was nearly incapable of saying anything, so he just did as he was told.

As Jole got closer to the demon's pink rosebud, the smell of him got stronger. That, and a unique heat which seemed to have spilled out from him as well, strengthening his musk even further, turning it ripe and wonderful.

Bar'gemoth rumbled in approval. "Savor it, human. Make your last whiff of me a good one. And remember, this is for you. I would never let a human such as you go without a prize."

His voice, it was commanding, tough, superior. Yet it had a certain affectionate layer under it. Assertive and friendly; a weird combination that Bar'gemoth seemed to have a knack for. Jole loved hearing him talk, his words were like honey against his ears.

And so with one last huff, he buried himself into the demons rump, immersing himself into that pungent, musk-rich cleft. His breathes were so hard, even Jole-as into it as he was-thought he might've been too into it. (Although Bar'gemoth didn't, all too flattered Jole appreciated his smell so much.)

"F-Fuck…" Jole panted, a bit light headed by the experience. "Hey, Barge?"

"Yes?"

"So, I was kinda just wondering but-do you taste as good as you smell?" He asked timidly. He hadn't been to well versed in sex talk, but he prayed he wasn't being too awkward.

A loud laugh reverberated through the demon. "Well I wouldn't know. But it sounds to me like you would like to find out." He said, pulling his arms back and placing them back in front of him, making his once gaping taint close slowly again, returning it to it's closed, tightly sealed form.

"Am I right in this assumption?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Uhh, yeah…" Jole admits, earning another amused snort from the demon.

"Well then…" Bar'gemoth says, before beginning to slowly shake his hips before Jole in a comically teasing manner. "Why don't you go see for yourself? Go ahead, human; have a taste of one of hell's very own demon's."

More determined now than before, as the demon goaded Jole with his powerful voice, he stuck out his tongue, and began dragging it over the rim, lapping up every droplet of sweat he could find.

The ever present heat had made the demon's taint much more shiny than before. The humidity was also beginning to have an effect, causing Bar'gemoth's backside to drip like a glass of cold water in summer. Most went into his fur, while some fell tauntingly onto the floor, wasted.

"Ohhh, human… To lick me even there… Oh, continue…"

The large demon commanded, gently pushing his tail against the back of Jole's head, keeping him in place. Not that he cared at all, mind you. This was exactly where he wanted to be.

He tasted good too. Clean, salty, and manly were the only things Jole could feel on his tongue. It was great; so great in fact, that he could barely stop himself when he opened his mouth and bit on the soft, plump rim in front of him, all just to get more.

"Ah!"

He stopped. "Oh! Sorry. Guess I got a little carried away…" Jole said, a bit nervously.

"Hmmph, do not forget, human, that you and I are not the same. You are a mortal, and I am a powerful creature of the underworld." Bar'gemoth bellowed, bending his skull-headed face around to look at you. "I was simply not expecting you to be so… Hungry."

That last word was spoken not only with amusement, but also with a long drawl, dragging out the word to it's limit before he kept talking.

"You are doing an exceptional job. Pay no mind to me, I might be a bit… Sensitive, back there. If you wish to appreciate me in a more intimate way, by all means, go ahead."

Jole, taking those words to heart, reached forward to take a hold of the demon's hefty sac, each of the enormous orbs much too big to fit in his hands. He played with them, watching in amazement as they dropped with such force whenever Jole held them up, like bowling balls.

"Wow. You're really huge everywhere, aren't you Barge? Are all demon's this well equipped?"

"I'll have you know I'm a bit above the average, actually." He spoke, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Impressive." He said, going back to holding them, admiring their weight.

Jole could hear the demon moan above, growing louder with each drop.

"Ahh… I see you aren't afraid to be rough with my more delicate parts as well… Very-Ah!" He yelped, pausing before getting back into character. "V-Very well, go on, human."

'Don't mind if I do.' Jole mused, moving his hands onto his thick, girthy length that hung lazily in between his tree trunk legs. Jole pressed his hands against the shaft, and began to knead it's flesh, hitting every sensitive nerve he could find. He was close again, Jole could tell.

Before he finished, he took this chance to press his mouth against his pucker once more, and lay a few gentle kisses to the ring of muscle. It flexed underneath his touch, as did his shaft.

"Oh… Move those hands human, don't stop…" He heaved, digging his claws into the bed under them, threatening to break the fabric.

Jole plunged his nose back in his hole, that familiar heady scent bringing him closer to the edge. He then moved his hands onto his own manhood, jerking himself off as quick as he could, hoping to reach climax alongside the demon. It worked, although he doubted anyone but him would even be able to tell as Barge busted his load. His hot, demonic seed drenching the bed as his breathing became sporadic and heavy.

Jole gawked at the amount he was able to produce before collapsing backwards into the sheets. He must've been really pent up. Not long after, he fell onto the bed right next to him, both of them exhausted from the strange, but absolutely fulfilling sex.

Bar'gemoth turned to Jole, his expression content as could be, before closing the distance and pressing his bony face against his. Despite the difference in size making it a bit unusual, Jole still found it sweet, and moved into his touch.

"That was nice." The demon said quietly, returning to his original kind voice. He was happy to hear it. The previous more assertive tone was nice when they were in the moment, but now, in the afterglow, his softer tone was just what he needed.

"Very nice. Actually… you wouldn't mind doing this again sometime, right? I'd hate for this to just be a one time thing."

He looked at Jole with love-struck eyes, sitting up and turning to the human, his head rested up on one elbow as his free hand aimlessly fiddled with one of the sheets.

"Oh, and uh… Don't worry about the mess, I'll clean it up later. As for you going home, I can send you back whenever you want. But… Can we cuddle first?"

How could anyone say no?

He didn't even respond to his question, instead just moving closer to the big warm demon and nestling himself against his chest, low rumbles emanated through his chest.

"Hey." The demon spoke, poking Jole. "Don't go to sleep yet, I have a question."

"What is it?"

"You don't have to think too hard about this, and I know you just wanna snuggle up and go to sleep, but I just wanna know; Do you think an actual relationship between you and me could work? Like, how humans do it?"

"Oh. Well… How do you guys do them? Relationships, I mean?" Jole asks, promoting a sigh from his bed partner.

"It… Works. No one's really committed to each other though, it's very loose. If you like messing around with another Demon, you just kinda have to accept that maybe everyone else does too, and you'd be selfish to want them for yourself." He said, bringing his fingers over to Jole and lightly brushing them against his smaller figure.

"I was never really too into that. I'd prefer having one being I can go to over and over again. And maybe… Do things that aren't just sex. Like talking, for example."

Jole decided not to say anything. It was clear to him, even in the very short time he had known the demon, that this was something he'd kept bottled up for quite some time.

"That's kinda the real reason why you're here. There's a human concept that I really like, and it made me all types of happy when I learned about it." At this point it seemed like his hands were on autopilot. Just gently touching you as he went on with his story.

"You humans call it 'dating', and I greatly enjoy the idea of it. More than that, I like the idea of having a 'boyfriend'." He speaks that last word like it's something incredibly delicate. Something to be protected.

"I… I kinda want a boyfriend. Jole, I kinda want you to be my boyfriend." He says, bluntly. Completely unaware of how fast Jole's heart is beating right now, and how heated his face is.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm putting a lot on you right now. And I'm rambling… Sorry. I'll let you go to sleep."

"Wait." Says Jole, stopping Barge from moving. "Look… I don't know most of what's going on right now. Part of me still thinks this is a dream and my alarm clock is gonna wake me up at any moment."

That earns a laugh from the demon.

"But the other part of me knows that, if it isn't, this is way too good to be true and you're like the nicest demon ever and I would fucking looooove to get to call you my boyfriend."

He turns over, smiling when he sees the demons cheery, skeletal grin over his words.

"We can figure out everything else later. I'm sure whatever thing you used to get me here is gonna be a huge part of our future relationship, and I at least want to be well rested to hear that whole explanation."

"That's fine by me! Now come closer, let's sleep." And so Jole did just that. Moving even closer to him until he could feel the smooth skin of the demons pecs on his back.

And being this close to him meant another thing.

He leaned away, taking a sniff of the air around him, and getting very happy when he could make out Bar'gemoth's musk from the air around him.

"Wow. I guess you love how I smell all over, huh?" The demon spoke suddenly, surprising Jole.

"Sorry, Is it weird?

"No! No no, it's fine, really. I actually find it to be quite the complement." He says, scooting even closer. "What do you like about it so much, if I may ask?"

"Well... before it was like, attractive. But now that I'm just sleeping next you, it's... Reassuring, in a way. Like even when I close my eyes, it's just another way to know you're there. It's nice."

"If that's the case, I'm very glad to know my scent makes my boyfriend feel safer. Goodnight Jole."

Jole still couldn't really understand how he was here, hopefully Bar'gemoth would explain that to him later, but for now, it was fine to just be thrilled it happened.