Origin of Blue - Demon 'verse
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charisstomaTitle: Origin of Blue
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1518
Jeff looked up, following the takeoff flight of the Blue Origin space vehicle, feeling the vibration in his body.
“This is really realistic, Miriel. It’s almost like being there in person.”
“Technically we are. A little bending of space and time with the added ability of seeming like you’re in there with them.”
Jeff starting laughing, “Don’t know if I’d want to be riding or inside a giant white dick into space.”
“Oh, we don’t have to go all the way into space. I’d keep you safe. Just takes a bit of preparation.” A hand slipped inside the front of Jeff’s pants cupping him. “The dick you’ll be riding will be dark maroon, and hard inside you as the craft vibrates around us. They might even notice that we’re there.”
Much later, “You are incorrigible!” Taking a deep breath, “Do you think they noticed us?”
“Oh, yes,” Miriel grinned. “One did, right after you started moaning,” was replied with a smirk. “I think you enjoyed your first fucking take off.”
Jeff groaned.
“Good thing we got a condom on you before events took off. Hate to think of the clean up I’d have had to do and maintain that ‘what you think you are seeing is only an illusion. And not really witnessing a demon ass fucking an edibly sweet man on his cock’.”
“Speaking of which,” Jeff squirmed, “when are we going to undock?”
“I’m still hard. Think we might need to replay that ride. You’ll need another condom. This should have been a once in a time event… usually. ”
“You’re stuck inside me, aren’t you? You can’t pull out.”
“It will hurt both of us, if I do.”
“Why??”
“You see, I’ve been reading some M/m werewolf fiction ….”
“WHAT DID YOU DO!”
“A bit of magic research on knotting. We have to wait for it to go down. I didn’t want to lose you if things vibrated too hard or the ship came apart and now we’re stuck together until the knot goes down.”
Jeff whimpered.
“If you curl over far enough you could reach and massage my knot,” Miriel suggested.
“That from a werewolf fiction book, too?”
“Yep.”
“Ok,” Jeff blew out a breath, “how do I do this?”
“Not sure. Use your imagination. Be inventive.”
“Riiiiight.” …. Later, “I don’t think you’re suppose to fuck me while I’m massaging your knot.”
“Can’t hurt. Ooooh, yes. Yes! Right there!”
Many kisses later, two orgasms after and luckily Miriel knew magic to clean up cum out of the carpet; they made it into a shower as two separate individuals and then bed.
“It worked like magic,” Miriel laughed as he talked through the connection with his father. “ The knotting worked...”
Jeff had woken and crept quietly downstairs. His ass hurt. It was a good hurt but not to be done again anytime soon if his ass had anything to say about it. Miriel was on a connection to someone.
“He was still half asleep when I got him up to take a piss. He went right back to sleep after I tucked him back into the blankets. He doesn’t know yet.”
“Okay. I still think you should have told him first though,” Miriel’s father said, “before you did it. He’s supposed to discover the changes and ask you what’s happening, if what he’s feeling is normal.”
“I will.”
Jeff crept back up a couple of the stairs then turned around and groaned, which wasn’t faked, before retracing the steps he’d just climbed and walked in on the father/son zoom meeting. He waved, not bowing as he had been shown to do, he hurt, and continued into the kitchen. A bottle of lemon juice was calling his name.. figuratively.
Arms circled his waist and he was brought back to be put down gently in front of his DF-inlaw.
“Sorry, Marikiel. I’ve a serious craving for lemon juice and my muscles hurt as well as my ass.”
Luckily Miriel was still holding him so he could execute the slight bow, required in the greeting to the elders in noble demon families, without falling.
“You do look worse for wear. I suggest bed rest.”
“No, most honored father to my abusive boyfriend. May I visit a healer please? And stay in a medical shelter for a week.”
“If Miriel agrees,” a glare was aimed at his son. “I can bring his father, David, over if you would like.”
Mariliel sighed, “And he’s not your boyfriend. You are mated, AND he’s supposed to take care of you and your needs.” In a more soothing voice, “talk to him.” Mariliel smiled at him and with a finger flick logged off.
“If I put you in the recliner with pillows and brought you a tall cold glass of lemon juice, would that help win me out of abusive boyfriend and back into beloved mate?”
“Maybe...”
A gentle settling in the recliner with pillows around and under him was followed by a, “Give me a moment,” and a kiss pressed to Jeff’s forehead. “Be right back.”
The tall beaded glass of lemon juice arrived with a straw, along with the sweet little decorative bin they’d bought last week. The bin was something he’d fallen in love with but couldn’t think of where to put it yet. It looked good on the short table on one side of the recliner and the lemon juice was on the table on the chair’s other side. It was an attractive arrangement. Jeff was confused about why the bin was there but the juice looked wonderful and tasted better. He finished the glass and fell asleep. Vaguely he felt a kiss and floating, before the softness and scents of their bed made him sigh deeper into sleep as arms came around him.
He woke to fingers tracing over his pectoral muscles as lips kissed the nipple. Jeff arched up into the soft suckling. His hand came up to cup the back of Miriel’s head, and sleepily mumbled, “I love you,” and heard the correct answer.
Later, much later, “You walked in on the middle of the conversation between my Father and I, didn’t you?”
“Will it make you stop sucking my nipple?”
Jeff felt the smiled answer, “Nope.”
“Okay. Yes. What were you supposed to talk to me about before...” Jeff circled his hand in the air.
“It’s a surprise and early days.”
“Early days? Early days of what?”
“Won’t be a surprise if I tell you early.”
“Demon! What aren’t you telling me… and don’t stop suckling on me.” He raised his hand to pull Miriel back to his nipple. Again, he could feel the smile grow on his demon mate’s lips before he was moved further into the middle of the bed.
“Feels good?” Miriel asked and shifted to straddle Jeff’s body, rubbing his cock over the belly under him and sighed with satisfaction. “Mmmm much better, I should probably give this other nipple some loving. It looks sad.”
“Feels good. Feels so good.”
“Let me give this nipple some loving and then maybe, if you feel up to it, my cock can join us in making you feel even better.”
Jeff snorted, then moaned as a particularly strong suckling on his nipple made his cock grow hard in sympathy. “Yesssss. Want you.”
“You sure?”
“Hair of the dog… get in me ...but don’t stop sucking my nipple!”
Much later, “Demon grown ups shouldn’t giggle.”
“You’re cute when you’re being demanding during sex. How do you feel?”
Jeff had to think about it, taking inventory and answered in surprise, “Good. I feel good. Who knew having your nipples sucked on while being fucked was better than ‘take two aspirin’ and a long soak in a warm bath.”
“Want something cool to drink and after more nipple play?”
“You are really getting into nipple play, aren’t you?” He gave a small laugh. “me too.”
“Drink?”
“Yes, please… with fucking.”
Miriel smiled applying his mouth around the needy nipple and his cock to an equally needy hole. His Jeff was happy and a happy demon consort made a loving mate and parent. He’d have to move to fucking Jeff from behind eventually but watching their child suckling on those nipples at the same time was worth it and there was always when the child weaned themselves to look forward to. He wondered how long it would be before Jeff’s labia and vagina made their appearance and then the deflowering. He smiled. Maybe he should get the child’s book version of ‘How Little Demons Are Made’. Would come in handy explaining things when they started pregnancy number two, if Jeff didn’t destroy it after going through pregnancy number one’s birthing labor. David had had his own copy, he was told, but another had appeared shortly before his father, David, started showing the rounded tummy where his sister was growing. His Father had told him not to let David find the book and if he had any questions, to ask him about where and how little demons were made.
Blueiel would be a nice name.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1518
Jeff looked up, following the takeoff flight of the Blue Origin space vehicle, feeling the vibration in his body.
“This is really realistic, Miriel. It’s almost like being there in person.”
“Technically we are. A little bending of space and time with the added ability of seeming like you’re in there with them.”
Jeff starting laughing, “Don’t know if I’d want to be riding or inside a giant white dick into space.”
“Oh, we don’t have to go all the way into space. I’d keep you safe. Just takes a bit of preparation.” A hand slipped inside the front of Jeff’s pants cupping him. “The dick you’ll be riding will be dark maroon, and hard inside you as the craft vibrates around us. They might even notice that we’re there.”
Much later, “You are incorrigible!” Taking a deep breath, “Do you think they noticed us?”
“Oh, yes,” Miriel grinned. “One did, right after you started moaning,” was replied with a smirk. “I think you enjoyed your first fucking take off.”
Jeff groaned.
“Good thing we got a condom on you before events took off. Hate to think of the clean up I’d have had to do and maintain that ‘what you think you are seeing is only an illusion. And not really witnessing a demon ass fucking an edibly sweet man on his cock’.”
“Speaking of which,” Jeff squirmed, “when are we going to undock?”
“I’m still hard. Think we might need to replay that ride. You’ll need another condom. This should have been a once in a time event… usually. ”
“You’re stuck inside me, aren’t you? You can’t pull out.”
“It will hurt both of us, if I do.”
“Why??”
“You see, I’ve been reading some M/m werewolf fiction ….”
“WHAT DID YOU DO!”
“A bit of magic research on knotting. We have to wait for it to go down. I didn’t want to lose you if things vibrated too hard or the ship came apart and now we’re stuck together until the knot goes down.”
Jeff whimpered.
“If you curl over far enough you could reach and massage my knot,” Miriel suggested.
“That from a werewolf fiction book, too?”
“Yep.”
“Ok,” Jeff blew out a breath, “how do I do this?”
“Not sure. Use your imagination. Be inventive.”
“Riiiiight.” …. Later, “I don’t think you’re suppose to fuck me while I’m massaging your knot.”
“Can’t hurt. Ooooh, yes. Yes! Right there!”
Many kisses later, two orgasms after and luckily Miriel knew magic to clean up cum out of the carpet; they made it into a shower as two separate individuals and then bed.
“It worked like magic,” Miriel laughed as he talked through the connection with his father. “ The knotting worked...”
Jeff had woken and crept quietly downstairs. His ass hurt. It was a good hurt but not to be done again anytime soon if his ass had anything to say about it. Miriel was on a connection to someone.
“He was still half asleep when I got him up to take a piss. He went right back to sleep after I tucked him back into the blankets. He doesn’t know yet.”
“Okay. I still think you should have told him first though,” Miriel’s father said, “before you did it. He’s supposed to discover the changes and ask you what’s happening, if what he’s feeling is normal.”
“I will.”
Jeff crept back up a couple of the stairs then turned around and groaned, which wasn’t faked, before retracing the steps he’d just climbed and walked in on the father/son zoom meeting. He waved, not bowing as he had been shown to do, he hurt, and continued into the kitchen. A bottle of lemon juice was calling his name.. figuratively.
Arms circled his waist and he was brought back to be put down gently in front of his DF-inlaw.
“Sorry, Marikiel. I’ve a serious craving for lemon juice and my muscles hurt as well as my ass.”
Luckily Miriel was still holding him so he could execute the slight bow, required in the greeting to the elders in noble demon families, without falling.
“You do look worse for wear. I suggest bed rest.”
“No, most honored father to my abusive boyfriend. May I visit a healer please? And stay in a medical shelter for a week.”
“If Miriel agrees,” a glare was aimed at his son. “I can bring his father, David, over if you would like.”
Mariliel sighed, “And he’s not your boyfriend. You are mated, AND he’s supposed to take care of you and your needs.” In a more soothing voice, “talk to him.” Mariliel smiled at him and with a finger flick logged off.
“If I put you in the recliner with pillows and brought you a tall cold glass of lemon juice, would that help win me out of abusive boyfriend and back into beloved mate?”
“Maybe...”
A gentle settling in the recliner with pillows around and under him was followed by a, “Give me a moment,” and a kiss pressed to Jeff’s forehead. “Be right back.”
The tall beaded glass of lemon juice arrived with a straw, along with the sweet little decorative bin they’d bought last week. The bin was something he’d fallen in love with but couldn’t think of where to put it yet. It looked good on the short table on one side of the recliner and the lemon juice was on the table on the chair’s other side. It was an attractive arrangement. Jeff was confused about why the bin was there but the juice looked wonderful and tasted better. He finished the glass and fell asleep. Vaguely he felt a kiss and floating, before the softness and scents of their bed made him sigh deeper into sleep as arms came around him.
He woke to fingers tracing over his pectoral muscles as lips kissed the nipple. Jeff arched up into the soft suckling. His hand came up to cup the back of Miriel’s head, and sleepily mumbled, “I love you,” and heard the correct answer.
Later, much later, “You walked in on the middle of the conversation between my Father and I, didn’t you?”
“Will it make you stop sucking my nipple?”
Jeff felt the smiled answer, “Nope.”
“Okay. Yes. What were you supposed to talk to me about before...” Jeff circled his hand in the air.
“It’s a surprise and early days.”
“Early days? Early days of what?”
“Won’t be a surprise if I tell you early.”
“Demon! What aren’t you telling me… and don’t stop suckling on me.” He raised his hand to pull Miriel back to his nipple. Again, he could feel the smile grow on his demon mate’s lips before he was moved further into the middle of the bed.
“Feels good?” Miriel asked and shifted to straddle Jeff’s body, rubbing his cock over the belly under him and sighed with satisfaction. “Mmmm much better, I should probably give this other nipple some loving. It looks sad.”
“Feels good. Feels so good.”
“Let me give this nipple some loving and then maybe, if you feel up to it, my cock can join us in making you feel even better.”
Jeff snorted, then moaned as a particularly strong suckling on his nipple made his cock grow hard in sympathy. “Yesssss. Want you.”
“You sure?”
“Hair of the dog… get in me ...but don’t stop sucking my nipple!”
Much later, “Demon grown ups shouldn’t giggle.”
“You’re cute when you’re being demanding during sex. How do you feel?”
Jeff had to think about it, taking inventory and answered in surprise, “Good. I feel good. Who knew having your nipples sucked on while being fucked was better than ‘take two aspirin’ and a long soak in a warm bath.”
“Want something cool to drink and after more nipple play?”
“You are really getting into nipple play, aren’t you?” He gave a small laugh. “me too.”
“Drink?”
“Yes, please… with fucking.”
Miriel smiled applying his mouth around the needy nipple and his cock to an equally needy hole. His Jeff was happy and a happy demon consort made a loving mate and parent. He’d have to move to fucking Jeff from behind eventually but watching their child suckling on those nipples at the same time was worth it and there was always when the child weaned themselves to look forward to. He wondered how long it would be before Jeff’s labia and vagina made their appearance and then the deflowering. He smiled. Maybe he should get the child’s book version of ‘How Little Demons Are Made’. Would come in handy explaining things when they started pregnancy number two, if Jeff didn’t destroy it after going through pregnancy number one’s birthing labor. David had had his own copy, he was told, but another had appeared shortly before his father, David, started showing the rounded tummy where his sister was growing. His Father had told him not to let David find the book and if he had any questions, to ask him about where and how little demons were made.
Blueiel would be a nice name.
