Chapter 3: Demon's First Meal
The trek back to campus was a silent, surreal parade. Theo felt every single pair of eyes on them, though in reality, most students were too absorbed in their own lives to pay much mind to a lanky guy and a shockingly well-endowed woman in a velvet dress. To Theo, it felt like walking a tiger on a leash through a shopping mall. Every chuckle from a passing group sounded like it was aimed at him; every glance felt like judgment.
Lily, for her part, seemed bored, her arm locked with his not in affection, but in possession, a constant, warm pressure that tethered him to this new reality. She didn’t speak until they reached the stoop of his dorm, a bland, brick building that suddenly felt criminally inadequate.
“Well? Don’t just stand there buzzing like a fridge,” she said, giving his arm a tug. “Unleash the majesty of your bachelor pad.”
Theo fumbled with his keys, his hands shaking so badly the metal jangled like a tambourine. He finally managed to slide the key into the lock, the click echoing in the quiet hallway. He pushed the door open, a sliver of his safe, predictable life visible inside: the meticulously made bed, the stacks of textbooks, the fading poster of a superhero poised for battle.
He stepped across the threshold, expecting her to follow.
Instead, the door swung shut behind him with a soft click. He was alone. For one glorious, heart-stopping second, he thought perhaps it had all been a hallucination. A stress-induced delusion from too much caffeine and not enough sleep.
The thought vaporized as a wave of warmth and the scent of jasmine washed over him. The air in front of his desk shimmered, like heat rising from asphalt, and then she was just there, solid and impossible, leaning back against his cluttered desk with her arms folded beneath her chest, pushing those impossible mounds up even higher.
“Took you long enough,” she smirked.
Theo yelped and stumbled back against the door, the knob digging into his spine. “How did you—the door was locked!”
“Oh, honey,” she sighed, pushing off the desk and taking a step toward him. The small room seemed to shrink. “Doors are for things that are bound by physics. I’m bound by you.” She tapped the glowing symbol on her stomach. “I go where you go. Which means I’m already here.”
She closed the distance in two slow, deliberate strides until she was pressing him against the wood, her body a soft, warm wall pinning him in place. The sheer scale of her breasts overwhelmed his field of vision, the black velvet of her dress straining over curves that defied all known engineering.
“Now,” she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated straight through him. “We’ve had our walk. We’ve seen the sights. It’s time for the main event.” One of her hands came up, her fingers trailing down the center of his chest, making him shudder. “I think we should start with the gift that keeps on giving. The pillows of paradise. Your personal stress balls for all eternity.”
She cupped her own breasts, hoisting them slightly. The movement was profoundly lewd. “Come on, Theo. Worship 'em. They’re yours. Forever. That binding works both ways, dummy. This whole divine package is your property now. You can suck on these fat fucking tits whenever you want. I can even make 'em bigger if that’s your thing. A little demonic adjustment. So stop looking like a bomb’s about to go off and get your mouth on me.”
Her bluntness was a battering ram against his virgin sensibilities. His face was on fire. Every Japanese comic book fantasy he’d ever secretly devoured collided with the terrifying, crass reality of this creature. He stammered, a nonsensical string of syllables escaping his lips.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Or I could just start without you.” She grabbed the front of his graphic tee, and with a trivial tear of fabric, ripped it open, buttons pinging off the walls. Before he could process the violation, her hand was on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his messy hair. Her strength was absolute. She guided his face forward, burying him in the suffocating softness of her cleavage.
The world narrowed to warmth and the scent of her skin, a decadent, musky jasmine. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t need to. She held him there for a long moment, then adjusted her grip, pulling aside the top of her dress to free one pale, heavy breast, the nipple a dark pink affront to his innocence. “Suck,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
His lips parted on instinct. It was like drinking warmth. She tasted of skin and power. A low, approving rumble vibrated from her chest into his mouth. “That’s it. See? Not so hard. Now use some tongue, for fuck’s sake. I’m not a lollipop.”
He obeyed, tentatively at first, then with a growing, frantic urgency as a bolt of pure, undiluted pleasure shot straight to his groin. She moaned, a sound that was anything but gentle, and hauled him away from the door. “Bed. Now. I’m done waiting.”
She dragged him the few feet to his narrow dorm bed and shoved him down onto the squeaky mattress. He landed on his back, staring up at her as she loomed over him, a goddess of depravity. His cargo pants felt impossibly tight.
With an efficiency that was terrifying, she undid his belt and fly and yanked his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one harsh motion. The cool air hit his exposed skin, and he flinched.
Lily looked down at his erect, but decidedly normal, cock. She tilted her head. “Hmm. Adequate. For a starter model.” Then a wicked grin spread across her face. “But let’s see what we can really work with.”
Before he could question it, she dropped to her knees beside the bed, grabbed his hips to steady him, and leaned down. Instead of her mouth, he felt the sharp, startling prick of her teeth on the sensitive shaft.
He cried out, more in shock than pain. A sensation like liquid fire erupted from the bite, a burning tide that surged through his veins and concentrated in his groin. He watched, hypnotized and horrified, as his own flesh responded, thickening, lengthening, transforming into something that was no longer just his. It was monstrous, veined, and utterly unfamiliar.
Lily released him and clapped her hands together, a sound of genuine, gleeful delight. “Oh, fuck yeah! Now that’s a fitting tool for the job!” She sprang onto the bed, turning her back to him, and positioned herself over his newly enlarged cock. “Time for your inaugural view, nerd. The promised land.”
She lowered herself onto him in one smooth, practiced motion. The feeling of being inside her was an electric shock, a wet, tight heat that threatened to short-circuit his brain entirely. But his eyes were fixed ahead, locked on the spectacle of her ass as she began to move. It was a hypnotic rhythm, each rise and fall accompanied by a jarring, fleshy impact against his hips that was as audible as it was visceral. His world became a dizzying tunnel vision of jiggling, clapping flesh, the scent of sex and jasmine, and the raw, grunting sounds she made.
It was too much. The coil of tension in his gut, wound tight from the moment he’d awakened in the woods, snapped. He came with a broken gasp, his body arching off the bed as he emptied himself into her with a violence that left him boneless.
Lily rode out his climax until he was spent, then slowly lifted herself off. She turned, looming over him again, his cum glistening on her inner thighs. Her face was flushed, her blue eyes sparkling with primal satisfaction. She leaned down, her red and black hair falling around their faces, and licked a broad, sloppy stripe from his chin to his forehead.
“Not bad for a first course,” she rasped, her breath hot on his skin. “We’ll work on your stamina.”