I have to keep a list of the choice of game interactive novel demos I like cause if I don’t I have no clear idea where to find discontinued ones and I won’t recognize active demos when they update.
Many a time, I’ve been like “huh, updated? let’s see the plot descriptiooooOOOOOH I LOVED THIS ONE 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕”
A very not safe for work fic for @grimaugur (Featuring Thial’thu putting his mindfucking ability to good use + M!MC)
The digital numbers of the clock blink back at you in the darkness, blatantly displaying in red light that you’re up at 3 AM with work tomorrow.
You can feel his breath on your ear, the heat of his body on your back.
But there’s nothing above you.
You clutch your pillow tighter, shutting your eyes to block the disruption in your head from feeling something and realizing it’s not really there.
You hear his dual-voices too close to your ear.
“Insect’s enjoying himself in the spider’s web? Curious...” The amusement edging his words makes the tips of your ears feel hot. You squirm with the way his hands trail over your body, long fingers playing across sensitive areas of your skin.
“I like you like this, dog. Defenseless. Willfully being my bitch.” His hips press to yours, fitting the bulge in the front of his pants right against your butt. “I can be your Alpha when your body is engulfed in its heat.”
A long tongue curls around the shell of your ear, the threat of fangs brushing your skin. Then it moves again, vanishes and reappears, pushing soft-lipped kisses to your back.
“It sounds insincere,” he whispers. You can’t feel his breath on your back as he speaks, because he’s not breathing there. An imagined hand curls around your throat. “But you like my cruelty and I feel fondness for your obedience. I’ve been bored for centuries, but you’ve stirred something in me I had long forgotten.”
You whimper as a hand dives into your shorts, wrapping your length in long, warm fingers. He chuckles darkly, but his own red-seeped arousal brushes against your cognizance.
Your hips tremble, a heightened sense of pure pleasure that must be from him prodding at your reward circuit, because there’s no way you’re naturally feeling this good from a hallucination stroking your cock, coaxing pre from your tip.
His other hand smooths over the curvature of your ass, giving a light squeeze.
“Is that good, bitch?” His double baritones drop to something husky directly into your ear, into your mind. “You can’t hide from me how hot this is making you.”
The tip of his finger teases the head of your dick. You bite your lip. The neediness between your legs needs more. Begs more.
“But will you be good for me?” His thumb presses into your cheek, making you think he’s spreading it to the side to reveal your hole. “I’ve got a good 12 inches looking for a tight, warm home. Can you tell me you’re the depraved little slut that deserves it?”
He kisses your neck, sucking a fake hickey right on your sweet spot. “Can you beg properly to make you cum with every delicious inch of my cock?”
Blood rushes through your ears as your hips move of their own accord, moving against the bed, trying to find the friction his hand has ceased giving you.
“Well?” You feel the weight of something hot and thick between your cheeks. Your mettle snaps.
“P-please,” you whisper, barely audible, into the dark, silent bedroom.
“Hm? What was that?”
You barely lift your head, shaky weakness seeping into your limbs. “Please, s-sir...” You swallow hard, your breathing picking up with each shameful, lust-addled word. “Please fuck me. I want it so bad, your huge dick inside of me. I n-need you.”
The chuckle is full of smugness and pure delight.
“That’s a good kitten.” You can hear his bone-chilling smile in his dual-voice. “Might want to bite the pillow.”
There’s zero hesitation as you’re spread open.
He was right. You nearly bite your tongue, how hard you clench your jaw, your eyes rolling back, body stiffening. There’s no pain. Another effect of his mind alteration, it’s nothing but pleasure igniting your body as inch after thick, veiny, throbbing inch slides through your insides, spearing you on hot ecstasy right to the core.
An orgasm explodes through you without warning, a hoarse moan ripped out of you as your hips jump, waves of shivering pleasure rolling up your spine. You probably should have taken your shorts off. Now your cum is soaking into the fabric, creating a slippery kind of friction that just further teases your overstimulated member as Thial’thu starts to thrust his cock into you again and again, hands gripping your hips so hard you’d expect bruises if it were real.
You never expected the Godly demon to be packing something like this, you feel stuffed so full you can’t help but cry out. Every movement forces pleasure into your nerves, reaching deeper inside than you’ve ever felt before. Your fingers threaten to tear a whole in your pillow.
“I think I like you, kitten.” His voices sound farther away, like he’s actually sat up to fuck you properly. Under that you can hear the clap of flesh on flesh and feel the impact against your ass. Certainly placebo, but your body is carried with the movement, bouncing with each thrust inside of you.
“You’re masochistic,” he continues. “That turns me on, but I can’t recall the last time that’s ever happened. I like demeaning you and watching as it arouses you, as you shamefully blush from how horny it makes you. Adorable.”
His chuckle transforms into an exaggerated groan. You wonder if he’s actually feeling anything from this, if he doesn’t but is getting aroused from the whole thing, or if he’s really just putting you on.
“I think we were meant to be bonded like this. Not just for my goals, but so you have a master you can properly roll over and beg for like a needy slut in heat.”
Saliva slides down your chin as your mouth opens wide with a desperate moan. Rocket launchers explode in your mind as you unconsciously raise your hips high in spite of your trembling legs. He’s just so huge each pass of his cock through your walls presses his girth right against your prostate.
“I wonder if you can hear me,” he muses. A hand, almost tenderly, smooths over your back. “You’re already close again, although you’ve been leaking cum this whole time. I’ve hardly fucked you for long, but... Hm, if I had my body I could make you go until I’m satisfied. I suppose it’s time, though.”
Tears roll down your cheeks unbidden as the hot pressure builds faster and fast deep in your belly. Breathless swears leave your mouth as he pounds into you harder than ever. T-too much... it’s too much...
“How ‘bout it, kitten?” The hand returns to your throat. His dual-voices shifted into one dark growl. “How about you cum for me, my cute little bitch?”
The hand tightens and all thought explodes from your mind. You cum. You cum hard. A scream tears from your throat as your body spasms, tightening around a massive cock that’s not even there, further ruining your shorts with shot after shot of cum.
You shake, pant, and finally your limbs give out as the wave finishes passing over you. Your soft bed is there to catch your sweaty, lifeless body as you lie there, limp, your mind returning to you in pieces.
You never felt the flood of warmth inside you, never heard the groan of satisfaction. No, Thial’thu never came. Instead that filling, mind-blowing feeling of being stretched just dissipates. Like it was never even there in the first place.
You barely catch the low, dark laugh that drifts at the edge of your consciousness.
“Get some rest, kitten. It’ll take some time to regain the energy you need before we play again.”
This new town you’ve moved to is suddenly being plagued by murders after years of not a single unnatural death. But hey, congrats on the promotion, and why not meet your new team + witness!
This is why I don’t like keeping entire characters secret when they’re romanceable. I just want to talk about them!! I’m glad to have put Seth forward like this, so here’s some (non-spoiler) facts about him:
He smokes.
His appearance and personality has a lot of Catholic imagery. The reason why and the extent of this imagery is a spoiler, but it’s very much baked into his character.
He’s actually the sentimental and soft type. Doesn’t touch without knowing you’re okay with it. Keeps something with him just because it smells like you.
All of his outfits show as little skin as possible. Even casual (if that word existed in his vocabulary) he wears long sleeves.
He’ll earn his title as a demon by the end of this story.
He likes vampire-centric media.
He sometimes ties his hair up but usually just styles it to keep it more out of his face.
A still brief, but a bit more detailed description of him:
He’s 5′9 with a lean build and pale skin. His left eye is yellow, his right eye is blue, this is the most inhuman part of him (that he’ll let anyone see), also has a small beauty mark below his left eye. His hair is black and brushes his neck; not super long, but not short either. He wears gothic suits because what’s the point of being conspicuous if you’re not super conspicuous. His nails might be painted or they might not, I haven’t decided yet but I like painted nails, so...
