Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
BAST
I despise the new girl who moved into our apartment. The guys aren’t too bad, and I try to be gone most of the time while I’m teaching or offering office hours. Soon, the production I’ve been working on will start in full swing, and I will be even busier. I will be working with the orchestra section of the theatrical production and they have to be perfect.
Maybe then, I’ll be able to avoid this obsession I feel. I strain my ears to hear her come into the dorm room when I’m home, and I’m flooded with the scent of cherries and cream when she showers.
I don’t want to be this in tune to her, I don’t even know what she looks like. This is all highly inappropriate, and I fisted my cock to the sound of her showering three days ago. I fucking hate myself. She’s practically a fucking child.
Walking out of my room to the new coffee machine that Thorley picked up, I sigh as I prepare it to run. Water, a coffee pod, the usual. Turning, I gaze out around the space, seeing that Adares is on the couch on his laptop and Thorley is getting ready to leave. My eyes land on the bedroom door that belongs to her , which is closed.
I can’t hear any sound coming from it, and I ask myself if I can remember hearing Lorelei last night or the night before.
“Have you seen her?” I ask Thorley, jutting my chin in the direction of our female roommate’s door.
“Nah,” he says. “I don’t think she’s been home for the last couple of days. Think we should be worried about it?”
“She could be shacking up with someone,” Adares grunts from the couch. “A girl like that seems like she’d be easy.”
Thorley rolls his eyes at me while I glare at Adares. I don’t really want to think about Lorelei like that. I can’t afford to have an erection during class. I have important people auditing it to see if they want to come to the university. Talented people.
No time to worry about the girl living with us. None.
Fuck, I can feel my blood pressure rising. I’m high strung as it is on a normal day, but it’s been worse recently, and I know exactly who to blame.
“Should we be worried?” Thorley asks instead. “I don’t want her disappearance on my conscience.”
“I’m the dramatic one,” I remind him. “I doubt anyone knows her schedule, yes?”
“No, but I have a feeling the little sneak knows ours,” Adares says. “She’s been avoiding us, and now she hasn’t been back at all.”
“I don’t think she expected to room with a bunch of guys,” Thorley says, wincing. “Lorelei has been cleaning up after us here and there. However, there are dishes in the sink and a couple of things out of place in the living room. That’s how I can tell she’s not been back.”
So she’s avoiding us. Wonderful. While I would love to be able to say that she can do what she wants, if I get a call about her from the housing department, I want to be able to answer whatever questions they have to volley me.
The other thing I’ll never admit to anyone other than myself is that I like knowing where my roommates are. I haven’t lived with anyone in centuries, so I’ll complain bitterly about it, but Adares and Thorley check in or chat with me as I pass through.
I kind of want that with Lorelei as well, even though her very existence confuses me.
“Let’s wait on reporting it,” I decide. “She could have started dating someone or made a friend.”
“Kind of fast if you ask me,” Adares grumbles. “She’s very standoffish with us so this surprises me. She acts like she’s better than us.”
I haven’t been the kindest to her, so I shrug and doctor my coffee before drinking it.
“Should we check to see if her things are still here?” I ask. A part of me really wants to see the inside of her room, see what’s inside.
“Go for it,” Thorley says with a shrug. “I gotta run.”
“I don’t care either way,” Adares says, putting his things away and standing with his bag. He’s wearing sweats and appears to be bumming it today. “I have a quiz in twenty minutes. I’m out too.”
There’s a chill in the air today, winter finally deciding to grace us with her presence. The semester is barely a week in, and I already know it’s going to be a rough one.
Drinking my coffee slowly, I watch as they leave, my tail swishing in irritation. It’s unfortunate, but my body gives away my emotions. There’s no real way to hide it.
Once I’m done with my drink, I wash the mug, listening for any sign that one of my roommates is coming back in. Placing it on the drying rack, I pick up the towel to methodically dry my hands. Fuck, I’m procrastinating at this point.
Tossing the towel onto the counter, I turn and stride over to Lorelei‘s bedroom door. My claw makes easy work of the flimsy lock, a single twist unlocking it. Smirking, I push it open and step inside.
The bed is made, everything seems to have its proper place as well. Glancing around, I notice the odd way she’s set up the pillows on her bed. It’s pushed up flush against the wall, and there are pillows along the expanse of it. How does she sleep?
It appears more like a sofa than an actual bed. Humming under my breath, I see the twinkly lights, the blackout curtains, as well as a collection of fluffy blankets on top of the dresser. There aren’t any photos of her, no family or friends.
Pulling open the dresser drawers, I look through it to find band tees, jeans, shorts, and her undergarments. Lifting a thick, very unsexy pair of panties, I frown.
What man or creature did she manage to hook like this?
The scent that I’ve been attempting to avoid is all around me: cherries and fucking cream. Groaning, I palm my cock through my gray slacks. Fuck, I shouldn’t be attracted to her granny panties, there’s something seriously fucking wrong with me.
Stalking to her closet with her panties fisted in my hand, I push it open, wrinkling my nose in disgust. It quickly turns to anger and disbelief as I see the blankets and pillow on the ground. It’s up in one corner of the closet, while her dresses and skirts are hung up on the other side.
“Is this where you’re sleeping?” I mutter. “Why?”
Crouching down, I see men’s t-shirts amongst her blankets, and it enrages me that she’s hoarding them. It makes no sense to me. There’s a primal part of me that’s pissed the fuck off about it.
Growling under my breath, I glance at her “couch” and then at her nest of blankets in the closet and lose my mind. It’s the only way to describe it. My hand is grabbing the back of my sweater before I can help myself, pulling it over my head and tossing it into the closet, right on top of her blankets.
Knowing my chicory scent will be co-mingling with hers has me unraveling at the seams, and I don’t have the strength to keep myself from pulling my dick out of my pants. My hand begins to fist it as I stare at the odd array of blankets that appear to have been arranged just so.
Moving to the “couch”, I sit gingerly on the edge, grunting as I find a good rhythm with my pull and twist movements as I stroke my dick. My cock is black, the tip a deep red to match the rest of my body, and there are raised bumps surgically implanted underneath the skin for extra sensitivity for both me and whoever I’m fucking that I had done years ago. They mimic what piercings would feel like without having to worry about the fuckers getting caught on something. Fuck, it feels good, but I need something to use as lube.
Dropping Lorelei’s panties on the mattress next to me, I pick up the lotion bottle and unscrew the cap with one hand, letting the top fall to the ground. The lotion is thick, pouring out effortlessly onto the crown of my dick. Grunting as my hand begins to roll and glide over my shaft easier, I find myself wondering what she looks like.
Is she curvy? Could she take my knot if she were here? Fuck, I wonder if she could. I’ve only fucked other demons when I really need a release, so I have no idea how much a human girl can handle.
My hand tightens as I imagine how hot and tight her cunt would be. I’d punish it for hours for waking me up early in the morning when she showers, but not because the pipes groan. Oh no. It’s because the vent pumps her sweet scent directly into my bedroom.
It’s fucking addictive. Groaning, I drop the lotion bottle on the table and pick up her panties, bringing them to my nose to inhale deeply. I’d swear on anything that I can smell her scent stronger on this fabric than anywhere else, and my knot swells as my toes curl. I can’t wear shoes due to my hooves, and no one’s ever been bothered by it.
It’s normal in our world.
“Fuck, you smell so fucking sweet. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s all your goddamned fault,” I growl, my breaths beginning to hitch as I get closer to coming.
There are so many places that I could come on. Her blankets, her panties, but my eyes land on her lotion bottle with a wicked grin. If she refuses to come home, hides from me and insists on making me go into withdrawal, then I want to know that every time she uses her lotion, she’ll be rubbing my cum on her skin.
I can think of nothing better than to mark her in my own way. My instincts are going wild, my possessive nature sparking in a way it never has before.
“Oh fuck, this shouldn’t feel this good,” I grunt, my hand working faster over my dick. I focus my attention on the crown, pulling, twisting, and knowing I’m right on the cusp of my release.
I’m in her room, sitting on her makeshift couch, with my nose deeply pressed against her panties. There’s no redemption for me, I truly am damned for my actions. Because of this, I refuse to hesitate as I drop the panties on my thigh, reaching for the lotion.
In two more pumps, my vision whites out, and I quickly shove the tip of my dick into the lotion bottle. Gasping as I come, I continue to fist myself, having the vaguest realization that I’m going to end up overflowing the damn thing.
Cursing as I begin to feel my cum on my fingers, I drop the bottle, hoping it’ll land properly as I grab Lorelei’s panties to help me clean up the ropes of cum that continue to jut out of my cock. Fuck, I’ve never come this hard in my life, and I feel faint as I finally finish.
Hunching forward, I struggle to get my harsh breathing under control. Glancing down, I huff out a satisfied laugh as I see that the bottle landed perfectly right side up. Damn, that is some good luck.
It feels as if my reality has shifted in some way, and something profound just happened. Maybe that’s the endorphins from a really good nut, or it could be something more.
Reaching down, I pick up the lotion with the bottle cap and tightly seal it before placing it where I remembered it to be. Standing, I feel lightheaded as I put my dick away, and after looking down at the jizz covered panties, stride out of the room with them after locking the door.
The panties get dropped on my bed for later, and I pull on another sweater as I ask myself if that actually happened. Muttering to myself, I grab my shit for my classes, and head out with a lighter step to handle my day.
I’m in a fucking fantastic mood now. One little sophomore who smells too good for her own good isn’t going to mess that up. After all, it’s all because of her that my day has changed its trajectory.
I’d thank her if I had any kind of couth, but I don’t. I’ll still be hard pressed not to spank her ass red when I see her, yet the chances of that happening any time soon is slim.
Humming under my breath as I walk through the hall with my messenger bag over my shoulder, I know everything is going to go exactly my way.