I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

6. Bonding?

Iwaited patiently for him to come back. Luckily, this trip didn’t take nearly as long as the first, and within a few minutes, the tall, dark demon stood in front of me holding a bag of food. He led me to the dining table, a huge slab of polished lava rock, and laid out the meal.

“You got me seventeen burgers?” I gawked at the layout. “Exactly how much do you think I can eat?”

“How am I supposed to know? Judging from the meal you had the other night, it didn’t seem like you were all that discerning when it came to your food.”

“Discerning?” I laughed and gestured towards the feast. “This is enough food for a family.”

“Well, I didn’t forget your fries.” He held up the brown bag of greasy fries. “I tried one. Actually pretty good.”

“First time?” It was funny to me to think about him eating Earth food. Of course, that led me to the consideration of what he actually ate, and that thought took me back to the demoness. She mentioned he hunted humans. Did that mean that, for Metice, I could have been on his meal plan? I shuddered at the thought.

“Actually, yes.” He sat down at one of the high-backed chairs and pointed for me to join him. “Like I said, I don’t eat much, and anytime I travel to new worlds, trying the local cuisine really isn’t something I’m worried about. Though I have taken a few cooking classes. I guess it’s an oddball hobby.”

“What do you usually do when you travel?” I asked as I unwrapped the first burger.

“You curious about me now?” He watched me closely and popped another fry into his mouth.

“Your friend mentioned something when she was here before you got back. She said you didn”t typically bring your hunts home.” I laughed nervously. “She thought I was one of your hunts. Is that what you do when you go to new worlds? Do you hunt for prey? Do you bring it back here to study?”

“That makes me sound far more interesting than I really am. If you must know, when I go to a new place, I”m there to study. I learn what I can about the culture. I collect books, and I bring them back here to read.” He pointed to his bedroom. “I’m sure you’ve seen my collection. That’s just the surface. There is another level of my home that I’ll show you later, full of books and artifacts.”

“Well, that doesn”t really sound like the life of a man who would have so many enemies.” I took a bite of the burger and sighed as my stomach rejoiced. Apparently, I was a lot hungrier than I thought I was. “How could there possibly be so many other demons who hate you?”

“That”s the unfortunate life of a reformed man in hell, one who wanted to escape another more devious lifestyle.” Metice turned his gaze to the window, as if he saw something I didn’t. I followed his line of sight and only saw the darkened sky. “Unfortunately, there are people from my past who don”t want to let me leave it all behind.”

“And I take it she”s one of them?” I looked at the closed door where I first saw the tall green demoness.

“Yeah, she is, actually. She”s the one trying to pull me back into that world.” He looked annoyed. “I keep telling her to let it go, but she doesn’t want to. She lost a lot when I turned my life around.”

“Will you tell me more about her?” He’d piqued my interest, and my mind instantly went on a race to figure out their relationship dynamic. Was she a jilted lover, a scorned boss, or was her life on the line because of him?

“You want to know more about her?” He tilted his head as he continued to watch me eat. “Why?”

“At first, I wasn”t going to ask. I figured the relationships you had before I came into your life were none of my business, but the truth is, I”m a part of your life now, however temporary. Those relationships, some apparently not on the greatest terms, come knocking on your door, and considering you won’t tell me how long I have to stay here before I’m allowed to go home, I should probably know what to expect.” I pointed to the door again. “I mean, your enemies have your home address, and apparently, you don’t have the best security system here.”

“You”re right. You should know.” Metice pushed the bag of fries away from him. “The thing is, I’m not really sure how much I should tell you.”

“You think I can’t handle it?” My body tensed with a sudden wave of annoyance. The man had already ripped me from my world; now, he wanted to keep his secrets. How was that fair?

“That”s not it. I’ve seen you in action. I’m pretty sure you can handle a lot of things.” He slid the compliment in there, and yes, I caught it. I raised my brow, questioning the sentiment, and he brushed me off.

“You were saying?” I winked at him before he continued.

“There are things about my world that must stay secret. Rayna, you”re smart, smart enough to connect the dots, and I worry if you do, there won”t be a way for you to really go back to your life the way it was before all this happened. I give you a lot of shit about casting the spell that brought us together, but I know you didn”t mean it. Since you didn’t mean it, the best thing for us to do is to figure out a way to reverse it and send you back to your life, unaffected by mine.”

“That’s not what I expected you to say.” I finished the last bite of burger and followed it with a sip of soda. He’d brought seventeen burgers and one drink. “So, what can you tell me? Is there anything I can know that won”t put my life at risk?”

“I’m sure there is.” He nodded. “But it’s pretty boring information, and I’m tired. I think we should get some rest.”

“We?” I took another long sip of the drink. “As in both of us?”

“Are you not tired?” he asked me, and it was like the question pulled a yawn from my gut.

“I-” My eyes darted to his bedroom door as I tried to force the yawn back down my throat.

“There is another bedroom,” he laughed. “We don’t have to share a bed. In fact, I’m sure you will like it better than the one I have in there. I fixed it up for you.”

“You did? When?” It surprised me that he would do anything like that. Honestly, the entire exchange was unlike any of our past conversations. I missed the banter. It was better than the awkward bout of nerves taking over my body.

“That”s not important.” Metice stood, grabbed my things I had organized near the sofa, and headed for the door to the far right of the room, the one I hadn’t explored because the visitor distracted me. It opened to a staircase that led down.

The bottom of my stomach jumped into my throat as I realized I was following a demon who was leading me further into his lair. This couldn’t be good, right? I should be rejecting this. I was the girl in the book who I rolled my eyes at and turned the page, hoping her foolishness didn’t get her in more trouble. It always did!

I kept my nervous thoughts to myself and followed him down the narrow stairs and into the room below. It opened to another living space, one that looked far more modern than the one above. If I thought he was the type to have guests come over, this would have been a space for it.

This secondary living space had floor to ceiling windows that lined the wall to the right of the steps, making it feel like you would fall into the abyss below. It was then that I got a clearer view of how his home was set in the side of a mountain. It wasn’t another pillar. The natural formation expanded from either side of the home and created what felt like a fortress.

In the center of the room was a massive, grey, u-shaped sectional big enough for my entire friend group to sit comfortably. There was a stone fireplace just behind it with additional seating. To the left were three white doors that blended in with the soft color of the stone walls. He took me to the first.

“This is your bathroom.” He pushed the door open and stepped to the side.

“Wow.” I was shocked to find what resembled a full human bathroom, complete with a functioning toilet and a standing shower. It looked nothing like the archaic lavatory I’d seen next to his room.

“Is it up to your standards?” he asked as he walked through the bathroom to the door opposite the one we entered.

“I mean, there’s no eucalyptus, but this will work,” I joked and almost snorted when he rolled his eyes at me.

“I’m glad it’s sufficient.” He shot a glare over his shoulder then opened the next door. “And this is where you will sleep.”

Instinct said to say something smart, but I couldn’t. I was too shocked by what I saw. A large bed sat in the center of the room. Clearly, Metice had an issue with walls touching the bed, but I was okay with that. To the left was a wall of floor to ceiling bookshelves overflowing with books.

To the right was a desk with a laptop stand, and stacks of notebooks, the cutest teardrop light hanging just above it.

There was a floor to ceiling mirror, and the back wall had soft lilac curtains hanging from the ceiling. There was no window, but it added to the ambiance. Soft candlelight lit the space, and the smell of lavender filled the air. He’d taken time to create this for me. I had no words.

“When did you do this?” I walked over to the bookshelves, and when I saw titles I knew and loved, my heart fluttered. “You couldn”t have done all of this just now or today?”

“I set it up the first night we met,” he admitted as he sat my things on the large chair next to the desk. “I had a feeling this would happen. Not that I wanted it to, but I”m the type to prepare for all possible outcomes.”

“That was what, a day ago? How could you do this in so little time?”

He cocked his head and grimaced. “Don’t you remember I told you time is different here? One day here is equal to about seven in your world.”

“Oh shit.” I never considered there would be a time lapse issue, but it made sense. “Okay, but how did you know what books I like?”

“You slept that night. I didn’t.” His look felt heavy, like with just his eyes, he could strip my clothes away. For a moment, Metice was lost in his own imagination before he focused back on the topic at hand. “I’ll admit, I did a little snooping while waiting for you to wake. I hope I got the right ones. Some of the titles were hard to remember, and I had no way of knowing which ones you’d read or not. I also found similar titles and organized them the way you had yours. By author.”

“Oh.” What the hell else was I supposed to say to that? This was a demon. He was supposed to be mean and aggressive and scary enough to make me want to run away, but in that moment, I felt myself softening to him. That internal voice that said ‘give him hell’ quieted, and that optimistic one popped up. Maybe the spell did it right. Maybe he’s the man of my dreams. I quickly shook that off. He couldn’t be my perfect man! He was a damn demon!

“I thought it would make it easier for you to be comfortable here.” Metice’s deep voice rumbled in my ear and pulled me from my conflicting thoughts. “Like I said, I know you didn”t do this on purpose, but if you”re going to have to stay here, there’s no reason for you to feel so out of place. I get it. This isn’t your home, but it’s going to have to do for now. I promise, I will get you back home as soon as possible.”

“About getting me back home. “I turned to face him, putting my back to the bed. “Do you have a plan you want to share with me? I mean, I know you said there’s a lot about your history, your friends, and this world that I shouldn’t know. I get that part, I do, but I should at least be able to know the plan for my future. How exactly do you think we”re going to solve this? How do I get home?”

Metice chewed on the questions. He looked at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle, and my stomach flipped. Was this the moment he told me I could never go home? Was I supposed to see this room and forget about my life?

“I”ll tell you all of that in the morning. For now, please rest. Take a shower and try to get as much sleep as possible. Then, we”ll talk. Is that fair?” he asked.

“I guess that’s fair.” I didn’t want to give in, but it made no sense to fight him on it.

“You should have everything you need.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “If not, let me know, and I’ll make sure you get it.”

“Thank you,” I said reluctantly. Why the hell was I standing there thanking the demon who kidnapped me? Why wasn’t this more traumatic? Again, I stood there questioning my own sanity as he left me alone.

After staring at the books a little longer, my body screamed at me. I really was tired. How long had I been awake? Metice had mentioned that time moved at a different pace than on Earth, but what was the conversion? One to seven. How long did that mean I’d been awake? It suddenly felt like I’d been up for days. My body ached, and my skin tingled with the prickles of exhaustion. I also felt filthy. All the running around the theatre had me sweaty, and my pits told the recap of the battle with every whiff.

“Shower, then sleep,” I muttered.

In the bathroom, I was happy to find not a detail had been skipped. My favorite bodywash and even the African net sponges for my skin were there. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to get the temperature in the shower just right. It had two settings, ice cold or boil your ass until your skin melts off. I jumped in, scrubbed up as fast as I could, then hopped out.

I dressed in my nightgown, stuffed my wild hair into a bonnet, opting not to comb it because my arms were already tired just thinking about the work it would take. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep, but I did. The bed felt like floating on clouds, and the moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

It was the sound of light tapping on the door that woke me from a dreamless slumber. I really thought I would have haunted dreams filled with demon sex, but I didn’t. After I woke, it took me a minute to remember where I was. When I saw the wall of books instead of my crappy black out curtains, my reality slowly set in again.

“Rayna?” his deep voice called out before he knocked again. “Are you awake?”

Without thinking and tempted by the delicious aroma of breakfast, I rolled out of the bed, kicking the plush comforter aside and stumbled over to the door. When I swung it open and saw his face, the truth of my appearance slapped the front of my brain.

“Uh…” I stood there, face warming with embarrassment and hoping my left tit wasn’t hanging out of the side of my damn shirt.

“I got food.” He stepped aside and pointed to a new table set up in front of the massive windows.

“Um, give me a minute?” I closed the door in his face and ran to the bathroom.

I could have screamed when I saw my reflection. I looked like death rolled over. My bonnet of course did not stay on my head. I swear, those things run for the hills the second you fall asleep. So, there I was, right tit a thread away from exposure and the entire left side of my head flattened.

“Why didn’t I look in the mirror first?” I muttered and went to work fluffing out my hair. When that was done, my disappointment only grew as I found the mental capacity to examine the rest of my reflection.

Could I be anymore disgusting? My right eye had that terrible sleep crust, there was dried drool on my damn lip, and both my eyes looked like I spent the night crying. That demon wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me after seeing me like that.

It took me ten minutes to get myself to a mildly presentable state. After setting a warm towel on my face, my puffy appearance returned to normal. Maybe I was allergic to hell. That had to be a good thing, right?

I threw on a lounge suit, matching pants and hooded top, and returned to meet my captor.

“Sorry,” I said as I exited the bedroom and found Metice standing and staring out the window.

“Everything okay?” He turned to me, body outlined by the rising sun adding a soft halo that brought the purple tones of his skin closer to the surface.

“Yes, I just wanted to wash up.” I nodded and pulled the door closed behind me.

“Got that crust out of your eye, I see.” He laughed and pointed at my face.

“Seriously?” And any of those inappropriate butterflies that his kindness the night before left me with died like winter had suddenly rolled in.

“What?” he laughed. “Look, I got food. Food makes human women happy, right? Be happy.”

“Right.” It was a good thing. I didn’t need to be having flutters when I thought of him. The annoyance that made my lip curl was better. Safer.

I sat down at the table, and yes, the meal was amazing. I wasn’t sure where he got it from, but there were eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, waffles and pancakes, and an assortment of fresh fruit. Again, too much food for me to eat alone, but he didn’t seem to care about the waste.

He watched me eat for a while before interrupting my chomps and moans of delight.

“So, the plan,” he started. “You wanted to know what it was.”

“Yes?” I looked at him over a forkful of eggs.

“Breaking the link between us is going to take a lot more time than I think either of us wants, but I think I’ve found a temporary solution that will at least allow you the chance to go home sooner than later. I just need a few days to make it happen.”

“What’s the solution?” I asked. As long as I got a get out of hell free pass, I was going to take it.

“There is someone. You might think of her as a witch. She’s a magic worker, very powerful for the right bargain. She can cast a spell that will shield you from other demons,” he explained.

“Shield me?” I dropped my fork. “What does that mean? They won’t be able to hurt me?”

“They won’t be able to see or sense you at all.” he clarified. “Right now, they are able to track you because my essence is now intertwined with yours. It’s an energy signature, like a calling card. If we can cut that off, you’ll be safe while I solve the bigger puzzle.”

“Okay?” I leaned back in my chair and looked out over the hellscape that looked even more menacing in the light of day. In the distance, I could see large beings moving around, but I couldn’t make out any details. “This is a lot.”

“It’s the only way I will feel comfortable sending you back.” He gave the explanation I didn’t ask for. “I can’t keep you here forever, but letting you go back unprotected isn’t an option either.”

“And you can’t keep popping to Earth to save me, I know.” I straightened in the chair. “Then what?”

“Then, you go home.” he answered. “And I stay here. I know there is an answer to this, a way to dissolve our bond, but the people who have that information…well, it’s going to take some time to convince them to share it.”

“Do I get to know what that is?” It sounded like he already had an idea of what we needed to do, but he wasn’t sharing. “I mean, you know something already, right? Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t know enough now to share. If I do, you’ll waste your time trying to solve a riddle I only know a piece of.” There was something like apprehension that flashed across his face. His right eye twitched, and his lip curved down slightly at the corners. He knew a lot more than he was telling me. “As soon as I figure it out, I’ll let you know.”

“You’re the boss.” I gave up.

“Eat. You need to get your strength up. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Like I said, I have to find the right bargain.” Metice left me alone with the mountain of food and a head full of spinning thoughts.

I spent the day staring out the massive window and hoping the creatures I saw flying in the distance wouldn’t see me. When I wasn’t examining the strange landscape of peaks and valleys, I tried to busy my mind with tasks. I worked on the shirt and unraveled it again. I opened my laptop and tried to write, but nothing came. I tried to contact home, but the weak ass connection I once had was no longer there.

The best thing I could do was lock myself in my room, away from the window, and curl up with a book. I’d gotten through two romantic comedy novellas and fell asleep in bed.

“Rayna?” Metice stood over me when I woke up. “Sorry, I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I have dinner for you.”

Outside the room, the table was covered with the same ridiculous layout. Way too many burgers and fries and one sad little drink.

“You know I do eat more than burgers, right?” I rolled my eyes at him, then peered at the food. “Is this the same food from yesterday?”

“No, I got it fresh. Is there a problem?” He was rightfully annoyed. “At least I didn’t forget you require food. Having to eat every day is such a waste of time.”

“Excuse me for not having the metabolism of a snail like you. It’s just…” I paused. “You don’t have to get so much. One burger is enough. This is wasteful.”

“One of these days, when I do something nice for you, you’re going to simply say thank you. No complaints or snippy observations.” Metice sat down at the table. “And just so you know, Earth snails eat at least once a day, so you have exactly the metabolism of a snail.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss my-” Metice held his hand up to me and pointed to the table.

“Don’t get defensive just because you were wrong.” He winked. “Just sit down and eat.”

The meal started awkwardly. I ate a burger, he popped a few fries in his mouth, and we both stared out the window. It was one of those moments when I knew I had to apologize, but I damn sure didn’t want to. Metice was right. I was the one who read the damn book and played with the spell. He didn’t summon me. Still, I didn’t want to take the blame. Fuck that grown woman, healing journey shit. Date after nauseating date left me feeling a little silly; it wasn’t supposed to turn into a demon and a trip to literal hell.

“I’m sorry,” I finally broke as I poked at the second burger in front of me. I wouldn’t eat it; it was just something to focus on so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye while tucking away my pride.

“What?” Metice had just popped another fry into his mouth and nearly choked on it when I spoke.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but-” I paused, trying to figure out what exactly I wanted to say. No, I didn’t want to be rude to him, but I didn’t want to be his friend either.

“But you have your defenses up because you’re a human who was ripped from your home and brought to hell?” He finished the thought for me and was pretty close to accurate with his assumption. “It makes sense.”

“That, and the fact that you’re a man. I haven’t had the best run with men lately, so I’m a little more rigid when it comes to interactions.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” He shook his head and crushed the empty fry bag.

“Why not?” I sipped from the drink.

“You’re rigid about men, but you want one so bad you would cast a spell?” He watched me closely, examining every shift in my expression as I considered his question.

“It’s complicated.” I pushed the drink away from me and looked him in the eye for the first time. And those butterflies came back. Dammit.

“Clearly.” He rolled his hand through the air gesturing for me to continue. “I’m a smart man. I can handle complicated.”

“Look, I wish I could shut that part of my brain off that wants companionship. It would sure as hell save me a lot of heartache. The dating pool is full of piss and poor decisions, and the few of us still brave enough to swim in it are coming out with infections.”

“That’s colorful.” He frowned. “But it explains a lot.”

“It does?”

“You aren’t the first woman to do this, cast a spell with the intent of summoning a demon lover. You may be the first one to do it without knowing it, though.” Metice cleaned up the mess on the table when he realized I wouldn’t be eating anymore food.

“How did that even work? That’s been bugging me. I mean, sure, I had some ingredients, but I’m not a witch. I don’t have any powers of my own.” It was a question that rolled around in my head since that first day. Fake spell or not, it worked, and that part didn’t make sense. I’d never used magic before, and though my mother and grandmother didn’t play around with it, neither of them was a witch either.

“I have my theories about that, but I haven’t confirmed anything.” Metice looked at me, and I saw his hand twitch like he wanted to reach out to me, but he restrained himself.

“What theories do you have?” I stood from my seat and helped him put the last of the trash away.

“When I went to Earth to study the world, I found so many disconnected bloodlines, people who were displaced and lost touch with their roots. A lot of those people were descendants of magical beings. More often than not, when things like this happen, it’s because one of those descendants tapped into the power they didn’t realize they carried in their blood.”

“You think I’m descendant of a witch?” I thought about it. “Well, slavery was a thing. My family lost all knowledge of where we’re from. I guess I never thought about the possibility of something like that, though I didn’t exactly believe any of this was real to begin with.”

Our conversation continued with a lot more ease after that. He shared little about him, and I shared a lot about me. It was like once I started, I couldn’t stop talking. It felt safe because, well, who would he tell? I told him about my childhood, my schooling, even my friends. I gave him the rundown of how I met each of them, saving Keri for last.

“I’ve known her since we were in the fifth grade. We met in the cafeteria on the first day of school and have been inseparable since.” My heart warmed when I thought of Keri. She really had been there for me through so much. Yeah, she was wrapped up in her man, but I knew she’d come back around once things settled. It was okay to be lost in the newness of it all.

“Doesn’t sound like a good friend,” Metice commented as we moved from the table to the oversized couch. His words felt like a smack in the face after I’d just been internally praising my best friend.

“What do you mean?” I plopped down across from him.

“You tell her you were visited by a demon, and her response is to tell you to seek help?” His body quickly relaxed into the couch, and he looked more comfortable than I could ever remember seeing him. “You’ve already forgiven them, especially Keri. I can tell that much, but I’d expect them to have more concern for your safety.”

“Not everyone believes in demons. I know I didn’t until...” I trailed off.

“Until you hopped on me?” He laughed and exposed his horns.

“You can put those away.” I rolled my eyes and waited for the horns to vanish again. “The others don’t know, and Keri has her reasons for that response.”

“Sounds like you’re making excuses for her,” he challenged me while his eyes moved to look out the window.

“I’m not. See, it’s been about a decade, but there was a time when I had a mental break. I was seeing things, imagining all sorts of freaky shit that caused me to have a break with reality and disrupted my life. She was there for me, but it took a lot for me to come out of it.” It hurt to remember what was the most difficult time in my life. “Keri is just afraid all that messiness is going to happen again. I’m afraid that it will ruin our friendship if it does.”

“Hmm.” He looked at me in that critical way. He was on a mission to investigate a mystery. I was that mystery. “What was it like? Your break with reality.”

“They call it derealization,” I started and paused. “I saw other worlds, creatures and strange alien-like people. There were times when I was so detached, it felt like I was on another world entirely. I felt like I lived four full lives in the span of a few months, and when I came back to my true reality, I broke. I couldn’t believe anything was real. I couldn’t fathom that the lives I had in those other worlds were all a fabrication of my imagination.”

“That sounds heartbreaking.” Metice moved closer to me. His body radiated heat that calmed my stirring spirit. I said nothing, because on some level, I wanted him closer. Thinking about that time in my life was painful, so any comfort in that moment was welcome.

“It was. I had to mourn the loss of so many relationships that never really happened.” My mind went back to those days of looking in the mirror and seeing my young face again. I’d lived a long life; I had a family in one of those worlds. Then, I woke up one day, and I was back in my suburban home, and everyone around me acted as if nothing had happened. “And I’ve been in therapy ever since. Luckily, I found someone who didn’t make me feel like it was wrong to miss those people and mourn the relationships.”

“I see.”

“What is it?” When I looked at him, I saw it again: he knew more than he let on.

“Nothing. Just a thought, but it’s probably unfounded.” He shifted his weight away from me. “You should get some more rest. I won’t keep you awake any longer.”

Metice abruptly stood and left me there alone on the couch. It made no sense, but that stinging pain of embarrassment sparked in my chest. I placed my hand over the ache and looked at the door where he’d exited. Of course, it felt shitty. I’d just revealed that I had one toe in the crazy house, and he ran away. How else was I supposed to feel?

The next two days went the same way. Breakfast together, alone for the day, and dinner with an abrupt ending after a revealing conversation. I kept telling myself I wouldn’t tell him so much about me, but I’m a chatter head after a good meal. Each feast was far too much food for me to eat alone, and most of it went back into a bag at the end of the night. I wanted to ask him what he did with the leftovers but was afraid he’d say he just dumped it outside somewhere. A disgustingly wasteful act.

The third day was different. When I exited my bedroom to join him for dinner, I found the table set for two. There were two plates, both filled with fresh cuts of steak, potatoes, vegetables I couldn’t identify, and a glass of wine.

“What’s this?” I looked at the modest meal. “No burgers?”

“You didn’t seem to enjoy the food last night. Thought you might want something different.” He pulled out my chair for me to sit. “If you don’t like it, I can get something else.”

“No. This is fine.” I sat in the offered chair. “Where is this from?”

“It’s not from your world,” he answered shortly. “I’m not sure you want to know much more than that.”

“Um.” I looked from the plate to him as he sat across from me. “Is this safe for me to eat?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t have brought it for you if I didn’t think it was safe.” He lifted his glass. “Trust me, its fine,”

“Right.” I was skeptical. How would my body digest this food? All I could imagine was having my bowels blow out in hell. Not ideal.

“Would you like me to take the first bite?” he offered.

“I’m not sure what that would prove.” I took a deep breath and cut into the steak. With Metice watching, I popped the piece into my mouth, and as the flavors danced across my tongue, I moaned. “Oh my God.”

“There you go again, praising your god,” he teased. “I told you I don’t like it when you do that.”

“You said not to do it when looking at your dick. This steak isn’t your dick.” I popped another piece in my mouth and wiggled in my seat. “What is this? It just melts on my tongue.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.” He leaned back in his chair watching me.

I sipped from the drink, ate some of the potatoes, and then turned back to the meat. After a few more bites and sips of the drink that was stronger than I gave it credit for, I just couldn’t take the idea of eating it alone. It was blowing my mind how the flavors shifted each time. First, it was savory, and then, there was a hint of sweetness, and the third bite brought a touch of spice. It was the perfect combination.

“You have to try this.” I stood up from my seat with a piece of steak hanging from my fork.

“What are you doing?” Metice looked at me like I was losing my mind. “I have my own. Sit down.”

“Sit down? Okay.” I didn”t return to my seat like I was sure he meant. Instead, I sat side-saddle in his lap.

I should have questioned my actions then. Yes, the steak was good, but it wasn’t good enough to make me jump into this man’s lap. The only thing I could think of was that the meat was so delicious, and I had to have him try it. Clearly, I was already intoxicated by the alien drink. My head spun like I already drank half a bottle of wine, even though I”d only had a few sips. But two plus two was equaling seventy-five, and my senses were out the damn window.

“Rayna.” He leaned back from me.

“Just take a bite and tell me it isn”t the best thing you”ve ever had.” I pushed the fork in his face, forcing him to eat the meat, and he did. My eyes were glued to his lips. He slowly chewed the bite of food, and his eyes closed, marking his enjoyment. There was a small drop of juice that landed on his lip, which I used my thumb to remove.

“Isn”t it so good?” I licked the juice from my thumb as he swallowed the bite.

“Yes.” He cleared his throat and looked down. “You”re in my lap.”

“Would you like me to move?” I asked. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes.” His eyes moved back to my face. “I am.”

“Okay, I’ll move.” I placed my hands on his shoulder, stood, and moved my right leg over his lap, lowering myself until I was straddling him. “Better?”

“Have you lost your mind?” He looked me in the eye but didn’t remove me from his lap.

I reached back and grabbed the cup of wine, took another deep swig, and then gave it to him.

“Drink.” Before he could refuse me, I pressed the cup to his lips, and he took a sip of the dark liquid, again leaving drops on his lip. With my mind spinning with the effects of the alien alcohol, I cleaned the drops with my tongue. “Tastes so good. I mean, it’s almost better than the steak.”

“Rayna.” My hips slowly rocked, and he grabbed my waist to stop me, but the heat from his hands felt like encouragement.

“Yes, Metice?” I asked as the heavy wave of arousal crashed against me.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” There was a new gruff to his voice that had my pussy wet.

“Just tasting,” I said, but I didn’t finish the answer. I leaned in and kissed him. “I don’t want anything to go to waste.”

“Are you going to claim this was a dream?”

“Huh?” I asked against his lips. “You taste so good.”

“If you keep doing that,” he grunted.

“What? What will you do, demon boy?” I teased. I knew what calling him that would do.

He growled and lifted me from his lap to sit me on the table. “You’re playing with fire.”

“I’m already in hell.” I grinned and grabbed his dick through his pants. “Might as well have a little fun, right?”

“Last chance.” He grabbed my wrist pulling my hand away from him.

I pulled my hand from his loose grip and slipped it into his pants. I stroked his dick and looked him in the eyes as he grew in my palm. “Last chance for what?”

“Alright.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “But this time, you’re going to tell me you want it.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Rayna.” His hand slipped into my top and beneath my bra to grab my breast. He teased my nipple between his fingers as he continued. “Tell me you want it. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Mmm,” I moaned. “I want-”

“Yes? What do you want, Rayna?” His horns appeared, slowly growing as he waited for my response.

“I want you to fuck me, demon boy.” The devilish grin stretched across my face.

“You asked for it.” He smiled, and the plate behind me hit the floor.

“The steak.” I pouted.

“You want steak or dick?” He dropped his pants, revealing the heaving length. “I can go get you another piece of meat if that’s what you prefer.”

“Dick. I choose dick.” I nodded and licked my lips.

He pushed me back on the table and removed my pants.

“Let’s get you ready.” He dropped in front of me and had a different meal.

“Dammit!” I slapped the table with my hand and moaned as he used that split tongue on me. It rolled over my clit and slipped both in my pussy and my asshole. Within minutes, I came so hard, I kicked the chair over. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop.”

But he did stop. After my second orgasm, Metice stood in front of me, horns erect as he removed his shirt, a black button up. Completely naked, he grabbed my hips and slid me down the table and onto his dick. He slipped inside and held me there.

“What are you doing?” I squirmed.

Metice picked up the glass of wine and took a sip.

“I’m savoring it.” He pulled me forward until I was sitting up, dick still inside me, and placed the cup to my lips. “You should too.”

I drank from the cup, holding eye contact as the warm liquid moved down my throat. Next, he grabbed my plate, the one that hadn’t hit the floor, and picked up the steak. He held it to my lips. “Eat.”

I bit into the steak as ordered, and while I ate, he pulled my tit into his mouth and teased my nipple with his teeth. He moved between my breasts, and the sensation combined with the taste of the food became so overwhelming, I came again.

As I moaned with my orgasm, I pulled his head away from my chest and fed him the rest of the steak. Metice ate as his dick revved inside me, rotating in my pussy and rolling over my g-spot. I rocked my hips and gripped the edge of the table.

“Metice,” I moaned his name and pushed against him.

“Yes, Rayna?” He swallowed the last bite of meat. “Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t take it anymore.” I grabbed his hips pulling him further into me. “Give it to me.”

“Give what to you? I’m already inside of you,” he teased.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” He pushed me back on the table and lifted my legs to his shoulders. His dick slowly slipped from me until just the tip remained inside, and then he thrust forward, slamming back into me. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” I cried. “God yes!”

“What did I tell you?” He pounded into me again. “Do.” Pound. “Not.” Pound. “Praise.” Pound. “Your.” Pound. “God.”

He flipped me on my stomach and held my arms to my side as reins to control his thrusts.

”You know my name. Use it,” he ordered.

”Metice.” His name passed my lips in a deep moan.

He leaned down and bit into my shoulder. ”Louder.”

”Oh. Fuck. Metice!” I cried out. ”Yes. Fuck me, Metice.”

He pulled the plate over, putting his fingers in the potatoes and then in my mouth. “Suck.”

He ordered, and I did. I ate the food from his fingers, using my tongue to clean every morsel. Then, he stopped, pulled me from the table, and put me on my knees.

”Suck,” he instructed.

And I did.

”Yes. Just like that.” He grabbed my head, pushing his dick further down my throat until I gagged. He pulled back, but I gripped his ass and forced him forward. I loved to choke on it.

I kept sucking, and my eyes watered from the constant gagging, but his dick suddenly tasted like raspberries, and I couldn”t stop. Was this another customizable feature?

“Shit, I’m not ready to come.” He picked me up, flipped me upside down, and ate my pussy while he walked over to the couch.

Next thing I knew, I was on my back, and his tongue was exploring every hole I had.

“Wait, please.” I begged after coming twice more.

He stopped and climbed up my body, kissing my stomach, tits, and neck before he made it to my mouth. And dammit if that tongue wasn’t just as good in a kiss.

“You begging for mercy?”

“I just—” I caught my breath. “Dammit.”

“No breaks,” he said and then flipped me on my stomach. “You asked to be fucked, Rayna.”

And he was back inside me. Slow strokes teased me, this time without the revving. He took his time, kissing my back as his hand gripped my hair. Soon, I was dripping wet, pushing my hips back, encouraging him to give me more. He lifted my stomach from the couch until we were both vertical as he fucked me.

I threw my hands above my head, but he grabbed my wrist pulling them back to him.

“Keep your hands on me,” he groaned.” Hold on.”

“Yes,” I moaned, reaching behind me to grab his waist as he thrust inside me.

“Good girl.” He slapped my tits and teased my nipples again, sending sharp but pleasurable sensations through my body. Dammit, I loved that.

I fell forward and looked back at him. “Smack my ass.”

“Oh, you like the pain huh?” He grinned.

“Yes.” I threw my ass back at him. “Smack it.”

“Beg for it.” He rubbed my cheek, preparing the surface for the coming sting.

“Please, Metice. Please smack my ass.” I bit my lip and waited.

He gave me what I asked for, and I cried out in pleasure. “Yes!”

After four more slaps that left my cheek red, he flipped me on my back. “Take this dick like a good girl.”

This time, he brought the rotations back, and I was about to lose my damn mind.

“You’re so big,” I moaned as I pulled one of the cushions from the couch. “Dammit.”

“I can get bigger.” He leaned in. “Would you like me to get bigger for you, Rayna?”

“What?” I gasped.

And then, he grew. Inside me. Metice stretched until I couldn’t take anymore.

“How the hell?” I felt his dick in my stomach. “How did you do that?”

“I’m going to stretch you out.” He took one of my breasts into his mouth and slowly pushed my walls further and further until I could give him no more room. Then, he started pounding my pussy again, and I lost it.

“Stretch me!” I cried and smacked his ass. “Fuck me! Don’t stop!”

And he didn’t stop. He fucked me through the night—on the couch, in the shower, in the bed, and back to the shower—and then he left me, legs weak, body limp, mind spinning.

I woke up on the fourth day with one of the worst hangovers I’d ever had. My head felt like a freight train had run me over, and my body was sore from the acrobatics of the night before. Metice fed me again before he left, but my mind felt like I’d been sucking on helium.

I avoided eye contact and stared out the window. It wasn’t until he left that I decided we had to talk about what happened. After a day full of nervous thoughts and failed attempts to get my phone to contact the human world, I waited by the door for him to return home.

Only, I didn’t get to bring up the topic of our unexpected night of fucking. Because when Metice walked through the door, he was covered in blood.

I ran to his side as he stumbled into the room. “What happened to you?”

“I found the right bargain.” He coughed, and more blood spilled from his mouth onto the floor. “We go to see the witch tomorrow.”

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