#the mutuals back then would quake in their boots when i popped up on their dash and i would get ten crying messages with ten minutes

[reneesbooks]

sitting here scheduling my febuwhump posts cackling like a gremlin as i imagine the anguish...i forgot how much fun this is :)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik and Reader are in a Dom/Sub relationship where everyone knows, the Reader is being bratty and Erik punishes her in front of their friends but Reader has a Voyeurism kink and that was her plan.

Warnings: Smut, Dom Erik, Sub Reader, Voyeurism, nasty talk, short

Request from @theblulife

A Brat doesn’t want to win. They want to wrestle.

That’s why they are a BRAT.

They’re not looking to overpower their dom. They’re looking to challenge them. They want to end up on their knees, they just don’t want to get there willingly. They want to feel that dominance and be overcome by it. A bratty submissive is still a submissive, they just have a different language of submission than some and need a dom willing to play their games.

Y/N: Fuck me.

Erik: Later, baby girl. Next time, say please.

Y/N: Daddy, I need you.

Erik: What did I say? Aren’t we in public? Later.

Y/N: Daddy knows best 🙄

Erik: Was that sarcasm? Are you being a brat right now?

Y/N: this party is fucking lame I want you to take me somewhere and fuck me. I’m so wet and horny. I need attention.

Erik: Kitten, later, okay? Don’t make me tell you again.

Y/N: If you can’t give me what I want, you’re not my Daddy for the night. I’ll find someone else to be my Daddy

Erik: Excuse me? Who the fuck are you talking to?

Erik: Y/N, don’t FUCKING PLAY WITH ME.

Erik: You little bitch. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.

Y/N places her phone back inside of her purse. She takes off the collar that Erik makes her wear out in public to signify that she is indeed his and any man who tries to touch her or talk to her will be severely hurt. If Erik saw her take that collar off...well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be pretty for her. Y/N felt sexy in her little black pleated skirt with her black cropped tank that has a low cleavage showing off all the flesh that he could be currently groping and sucking on. Y/N lets her braids down, turning away from the bar and staring out at the dance floor.

It was a mini celebration for their mutual friends; Chamera and Dean, who were engaged now. At first, Y/N didn’t want to come because she really wanted to stay home and play with her Daddy since he’s been gone all day at work but instead, he forced her to get dressed and go out. Currently, Erik was chatting it up with Dean and the other male friends with drinks in their hands. Y/N had slipped away from the ladies in the kitchen after helping to create the jungle juice. Her body was screaming for attention. Skin hot, inner thighs wet since she didn’t wear any panties without Erik’s knowledge, nipples hard and the friction from the shirt against her nipple rings didn’t help, and her brat radar going off and trying to send signals to Erik but he kept ignoring them.

She was growing tired of watching him from across the room smiling and laughing without her. That’s why she texted him the way she did. Now, he was glaring at her so furiously that Y/N could feel the pulse in her neck quicken. Erik then places his drink cup down on the table near his male friends before walking over to Y/N, eyes cold with fury and lips set in a hard line. She couldn’t help herself when he looked so delectable. Denim jacket with faux fur around the collar, black T-shirt, black distressed jeans, and all gold everything. Gold chains, gold rings, gold in his mouth.

��Mmm,” Y/N says while challenging Erik with a smirk. His eyes travel down to her neck, noticing that she’d taken off his collar. His footsteps quickened at that and now he was within her personal space. Erik gently presses his body against hers before leaning forward, his lips touching her ear ever so lightly.

“So this is how you want to play tonight? Can’t chill out for one fucking second, huh? And then you had the nerve to take your goddamn collar off. You know the rules, collar stays on until I tell you to take it off. So fucking defiant and disrespectful.”

“Are you trying to cause a scene, Erik?”

Erik’s fingers itched to grab her by her neck so instead, he clenched them into fists, “Erik? Who the fuck am I, Y/N?”

“You’re Erik,” Y/N looks up at him innocently, “I told you, you’re no longer my Daddy since you don’t want to please me. I guess I have to find a new Daddy tonight-“

“Y/N,” Erik looks around before laughing to calm his anger. Y/N knew that laugh meant that she had crossed the line. Good, that’s exactly what she wanted.

“Little Girl...don't make me whip your ass in here. Put...your ...fucking...collar...back...on.”

“Nooooooo.” Y/N drags out before laughing in Erik’s face like he was a joke.

“I’m telling you,” Erik gives her a sinister smile, “You can try and keep this up all you want. Just know I got something for that ass. I will fucking beat that ass in front of all of our friends, do you hear me?”

“Lord, I don’t understand why you are talking to me like you own this pussy. You don’t anymore. No pleasing me, no Daddy status.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat and she flinched when Erik moved away from her. She assumed he would grab her upper arm, throw her over the bar, lift up her skirt, and wear her ass out. He would probably pop her ass even harder if he saw that she didn’t have on any panties.

“I’m gon’ make you regret playing with me,” Erik spoke harshly before grabbing Y/N by the arm. Y/N snatches her arm back, laughing at Erik’s outraged face. His hand came out to squeeze her ass so hard his nails sunk into her skin. Her body almost fell over from the force of his hand and she was up on her tiptoes like he was trying to pick her up by her ass cheek. Erik’s eyes seemed to grow darker with rage when he felt around under Y/N’s skirt, realizing that she didn’t have on any panties.

“Really, bitch?” Erik glares down at her, his gold canines snarling at her, “how you gon’ leave the house with my pussy and ass out? What if some other niggas see what’s mine? That’s what you want?

Y/N felt eyes on her. Jamila, one of her girlfriends, was standing at the house bar watching them both. Y/N was sure she could hear everything as well even though she tried to play it off by drinking.

“I know you heard me ask you a question?” Erik’s voice was so harsh and growing louder.

“Because I felt like it. It’s easy to access, right?” Y/N gave him a playful smile, “Don’t be like that, you’re too handsome to frown.”

Jamila chuckles into her cup. Erik didn’t care about her presence at all.

“Oh, so you must really want me to go full beast mode in this motherfucker. You want an audience? I’ll give you one.”

“Please do,” Y/N trails her eyes from Erik’s boots to his hair, “If it ain’t full beast mode in this pussy I don’t want it.”

Y/N slips away from Erik. He’s so angry that his body was still. His jaw clenched so tight that a single vein on the side of his neck popped out. Y/N didn’t bother looking back. She felt the adrenaline course through her. This was so exhilarating to her. The knowledge of her being punished the way he said thrilled her and made her pussy practically drip to the floor. She was in the middle of the dance floor now, Ying Yang Twins- Whisper Song playing.

“Hey! I know y’all millennials remember this one! Y’all couldn’t sing this back then without getting your asses whipped!” The DJ spoke over the microphone. Y/N grew excited at hearing the song play. She began to whine her hips in a seductive circle, her pleated skirt flaring up each time she popped her ass. From Erik’s view with his black eyes, he could see the under cuff of her thick butt. Erik bites his lower lip so hard he made it turn red. The more she twerked to the crunk music her ass would show. Erik noticed a couple of stares from some of the men watching Y/N.

Beat the pussy up, Beat the pussy up

Y/N was touching her pussy through her skirt. She has her tongue all out, dancing like a big freak. Erik folds his arms across his chest. He knew she was only doing this to get a reaction from him. The more she danced and showed skin, the more possessive Erik became.

————-

“Girl, you have Erik so damn mad right now,” Chamera says while dancing with Y/N.

“I’m not worried about that,” You say trying to play off the quake in your voice. You were worried but it was the way you wanted to feel. You wanted to experience that fear.

“Uh-huh, he is your DOM, Y/N, okay? So that means you will be punished, most likely in front of all of us. That doesn’t scare you? I don’t think Erik ever punished you in front of us before.”

“Relax, Mera, Erik will most likely give me a spanking, that’s all.”

Y/N excused herself from the dance floor, fanning her skin because it was so sweaty and hot from dancing. The big bowl of jungle juice was sitting on the kitchen island still filled to the brim since the ladies made sure to never run out. Y/N grabs the ladle, making herself another cup. She could smell notes of birch and black currant for an intense masculine aroma. It was creeping up behind her. Y/N smiles, her breath shuddering.

“Gon’ head. Drink your jungle juice, ma.”

Y/N brought her cup to her lips, staring straight ahead. He was so still behind her.

“Taste good?” He spoke in that husky voice.

“It’s perfect. Nice and sweet, you can hardly taste the alcohol.” Y/N licks her lips.

“That’s great,” His body presses into her further, “You feeling that dick poking you?”

“Definitely,” Y/N bites her lip, “So, did you change your mind then?”

“Only because I saw all that ass bouncing and that pussy popping from the back while you were dancing. That pink was winking at me tryna tease me.”

“Did you spot how wet she is too?” Y/N giggles, butterflies in her belly.

“Oh yeah. She gushy.”

“Well, Daddy, why don’t you hit this gushy pussy right here right now?”

Y/N finally looks back at Erik, her eyes twinkling with lust. Erik smiles charmingly before grabbing Y/N’s jaw roughly. Y/N’s eyes grew wide, Erik’s lips practically pressing into hers as he spoke with clenched teeth.

“I’ll let you get some of this dick but it ain’t for your pleasure. I’m fucking you and I’m getting my nut.”

“Really, Daddy?” Y/N talks back.

“Yeah, really. First of all, why do you keep talking back to me? Stop digging a deeper hole for yourself.”

“But I don’t want to behave, Daddy,” Y/N says with difficulty because her lips were pinched.

“Aww, baby, I know,” Erik rubs Y/N’s ass, “I know. Turn around.”

Erik lets go of Y/N’s chin. She turns, tiny gasps of fear escaping her mouth.

“Finish drinking that jungle juice,” Erik commands.

Y/N leans over the counter, drinking her jungle juice while staring out into the party. If someone looked into the kitchen, they would assume that she was simply backing her ass up on her boyfriend.

“Pop that ass on me like you were doing on the dance floor, gon’, girl, show out.”

Y/N starts shaking her ass to Yo Gotti- Rack It Up

I tell all my hoes, rake it up

Break it down, back it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up

Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up

“I see you,” Erik pulls Y/N’s skirt up and around her waist. Her big healthy ass just jiggled back on him. Now, if someone were to look in the kitchen they would see Y/N’s phat naked ass twerking.

“Did I tell you to stop? Keep that ass shaking, girl.”

Y/N felt Erik twirl his hips to keep up with her dancing. Now, he was undoing his jeans, slowly sliding them down to his upper thighs. Y/N tried to look back at him but Erik grabs a fist full of her hair painfully, turning her head back around. Y/N whimpers. With her ass still shaking, Erik pulls his briefs down now, his brick hard dick slapping her in her pussy from the back.

“There it is, ooo,” Y/N could feel it in between her cheeks so she started making her ass clap around it.

“Nasty bitch,” Erik slaps her ass, “Put this dick in. Grab it right fucking now.”

Y/N reached back, grabbing Erik’s dick at the base, lining it up with her wet pussy.

“Look at you, staining my dick already. You got my dick hard, girl. Fuck me. Fuck this dick and make me cum. You got five minutes to make me bust a nut in this pussy.”

Five minutes wasn’t enough time at all. Y/N quickly threw her ass back so her pussy could swallow his dick whole. She had no other choice but to take all of him in one motion. He was so filling. Now, as Y/N threw her ass back on Erik, she could feel herself tightly yanking on his dick. Her unyielding pussy squeezed him.

“Ahhhh, fuck,” Y/N’s mouth fell open. She grabs onto the barstool in front of her. She fucked Erik’s fat dick with hard thrusts but she would stop in between, making her own rhythm.

Thrust. Stop. Thrust. Stop. Thrust. Stop

The bar stool would knock into the kitchen counter loudly, matching her movements.

“Uh uh, get that dick,” Erik lifts his shirt to his chin.

Y/N has no other choice but to stare forward. Sure enough, a few people crowded around the entrance to the kitchen with envious and lustful eyes as they watched her fuck herself with Erik’s dick. They could hear her pussy and ass clapping.

“Damn, I ain’t know it was this kind of party,” one of Erik’s male friends said while sipping his drink.

“Y/N you nasty girl,” Jamila spoke with a drunken giggle. Others came huddling over as well, trying to see what the commotion was about.

Y/N’s eyes rolled shut. She was even more turned on from all the eyes on her. All of those hungry eyes watching her fuck Erik. Erik just stood there, staring down at his wet thick dick get demolished by her right pussy.

“Fuck, girl, mmm,” Erik slaps her ass, “You just might make Daddy nut right now, fuckkkk, you got some good pussy, baby. Too bad you can’t cum. Fuck this dick.”

Y/N sped it up, her ass like a tidal wave now as she fucked Erik. He just stood there with his arms behind his back, his dick a fuck stick for her enjoyment. Like a dildo suctioned to the wall.

“Damn, ma, get you some...yeah, yeah, get it, baby, fuckkkkk.”

Y/N could feel her clit being tugged on from how big his dick is. She had to look back at him. Hums of pleasure from their friends watching made her shiver. This shit turned her on so much.

“Damn, Damn!!!! I’m cumming!!!!” Erik has no convictions. He let it be known that Y/N was making his fat dick cum hard. His deep grunts and groans from her creamy pussy grinding on him almost made her cum if it wasn’t for him sliding out of her.

Erik pulls his briefs and pants up, “Pull your skirt down. That’s my puss. I don’t give a fuck who’s watching right now they ain’t seeing that puss.”

“Baby,” Y/N begged, “baby, please, I just wanna cum so bad, Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

Everyone watched like it was a movie. Erik softly kisses Y/N before placing a kiss to her forehead as well. She looked like she wanted to cry.

“Stop frowning, you’re too pretty for that,” Erik smiles, leaving the kitchen. The crowd parted for him like he was a God. Y/N stood there, pussy juices dripping down her thighs and her clit throbbing and aching.

“Damn, girl,” Chamera was the first to speak.

“Damn ain’t even the word. That was sexy as fuck,” Jamila looked like she wanted some of Erik the way she was looking over her shoulder at him, “Erik got a brother?”

“No, Jamila,” Y/N spoke with an attitude.

“Too bad,” Jamila looked Erik up and down, “You got it, good girl. I know that pussy is weak right now.”

“I mean, did you see it?” Another girlfriend of Y/N’s spoke up, “He’s like...big as fuck.”

Hearing her girls talk about it made Y/N reach between her legs to rub circles around her clit. She needed to cum.

“That shit would hurt my little pussy, I would run from that dick for sure.”

“If it wasn’t for me introducing Y/N to Erik she wouldn’t be getting that dick, would you, Y/N?” Chamera gloated.

“Mhm,” Y/N’s thighs shook.

“Girl, are you okay?” Chamera squinted at her.

Jamila laughs, “She’s struggling-oh, shit Erik is coming back.”

All the ladies acted natural, fluffing the hair and drinking from the cups in their hands.

Erik walked in like Y/N wasn’t trying to get his attention with her wide pleading eyes. He opened up a new bottle of Hennessy sitting on the kitchen island, pouring himself a generous cup.

“No wonder why my Hennessy keeps running out,” Chamera complains.

“Girl, this is my Hennessy. Yell at yo’ man about that.”

“Umph,”

Erik’s eyes looked up. Cleavage sweaty, eyes glossy, tongue constantly licking her lips. Erik knew that Y/N was currently touching herself. Erik closed his eyes for a second before taking a huge sip of his drink. Smacking his lips, Erik walked around the kitchen counter, approaching Y/N aggressively before pulling the back of her skirt up to see three of her fingers knuckle deep inside of her creamy pussy. Between her ass cheeks and thighs were creamy too. She was a fucking mess down there.

“Are you playing all in that pussy when I told you that you can’t cum?” Erik didn’t bother quieting his voice. They ladies listened but they didn’t look at them. They felt like Erik was talking to them.

“I need to cum, I’m so goddamn horny,” Y/N felt the butterflies of pleasure, “Shit, baybeeeee!!!!”

With a silent scream, Y/N squirts on the kitchen floor. Erik watched with wide eyes. The ladies could hear it hitting the floor.

“Let me tell you something,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone, “This my fucking pussy. You don’t get to play in my pussy whenever you feel like it. When I tell you to do something, you listen. Your bratty ass keeps playing with me- GET UP.”

Y/N sucks on her fingers, standing straighter. Erik grabs her upper arm, walking her out of the kitchen and into the party room.

“Nasty fucking bitch,” Erik drops Y/N on the couch. She fell back into the surface, her legs widening and her pussy out in the open.

“Damn, look at her pussy, bruh.”

“That’s all you, Erik?”

“Shit, I would beat that up all day every day.”

Y/N could hear it too. She kept her legs open on purpose. The praises she received with Erik’s large intimidating body shadowing her fed her voyeurism kink tremendously.

“See, you will forever be punished,” The front of Erik’s jeans were tented from his hard dick, “Now, I gotta give you this act right. You taking this dick for everyone to see and you STILL ain’t cumming. Let this be the last time I gotta handle your little ass in front of our friends, Aight?”

Erik drops his pants.

“Open that pussy up just like I like it.”

Y/N did as she was told, her touch making her jump.

“Good girl, now, I want you to watch everyone look at me fuck you. If I so much as see you look at me I will pull this dick out and make you gag on it with no hands. Do it again and I will bend you over this couch and beat that ass, understand? Take this dick, and listen to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Erik pulls his briefs down.

“Fuck! He is so huge!”

“Girl, look at all that dick!”

“I wish he was my Daddy too.”

Erik pulls Y/N’s ass to the edge of the couch, grabbing his dick at the base, slapping her clit with it, and then BAM!!! He slammed right in that pussy like a crash dummy. Her back arched from the couch, Erik’s rough handling on her pussy causing her titties to pop out of her shirt and bounce and sway. Y/N did as she was told, watching everyone’s faces. Men watched her like they wanted to whip their dicks out to get some of that tight pussy. Ladies watched Erik like they wanted to arch over the couch with their dripping cunts lined up for him to have a go with them.

“Tell your audience how much you love Daddy’s fat fucking dick in you.”

“I-I love Daddy’s f-fat fucking dick in m-me.”

“Shit, we can see that.”

Others agreed.

“Look at how he’s filling her up? That shit is beautiful.”

“Tell then how Daddy always beat this pussy up. Tell them Daddy’s big black dick spread you open nice and wide.”

“D-daddy’s big black d-dick always beats my pussy u-up and spreads m-me open nice and wide!”

“Good girl.”

Y/N lets out a sharp moan, her eyes looking up at Erik. His dick slips out with a loud squelching sound like Mac and cheese stirring. Covered in cream, he holds his dick out for her.

“Suck my fucking dick. Put your hands in your lap and suck all this cream off of me.”

Y/N uses only her plump lips to glide up and down Erik’s dick. Her sweet fluids coated her tongue and mixed with her saliva. Y/N slobbered all over Erik’s thick slab of meat like she was sucking the worlds biggest popsicle. Spit dripped to her neck and chest. Erik wasn’t being gentle by any means with her. He literally fucked her throat like it was a deep pussy.

“You got all your girlfriends wishing they could taste Daddy’s dick. This what you wanted though. You wanted them to watch and now they’re gon’ go home and rub their pussy and fuck their pussy.”

“Mmmm,” Y/N moans with a mouth full of dick.

“Then you got my niggas wishing they could run-up in this pussy. All of this because you want to cum. Now, everybody knows how much of a nasty little bitch you are, ma.”

Erik’s dick made Y/N’s jaws sore from how much he swelled inside of her mouth.

“Ugh,” Erik pulls his dick out, lips pouting and eyes low, “I ain’t tryna bust a nut in your mouth I’m tryna bust a nut in your pussy.”

Erik grabs Y/N by her thighs, his wet dick splitting her open again. Her eyes rolled before staring out at everyone. The sexual energy caused others to touch themselves or kiss and feel on the dates they came with. Chamera was even grinding on her fiancé lap with his hand up her dress.

“That pussy yanking on this dick, girl-NAH, hold that nut in, hold it in Y/N, I’m not playing with you.”

“I c-can’t, Daddy, it feels so good, fuckkkk, Daddy it hurts in my stomach but I fucking love it, baby!”

Unable to control herself, Y/N starts to cum.

“Daddy, my pussy cumming, my pussy cumming, my pussy cumming-“

“UGGHHHHH FUCK GIRL!!!”

Eirk felt Y/N gripping his thick dick.

“Girl, you got some good pussy, baby, I swear you got some good pussy. Tell everybody how good this pussy is, baby.”

“My pussy is so good!”

“Good fucking girl,” Erik rubs her clit, “Daddy almost there, baby. I’m mad that you came in Daddy’s big dick but I understand how hard it is. Just know I’m beating that ass when we get home and I’m handcuffing your wrists to the bed with that vibrating dildo deep in that pussy. You gon’ cum over and over since that’s what you want so much. Make that puss numb-“

“DADDY!” Y/N was cumming again.

“Daddy doing it baby?” Erik whispers in her ear, “It’s Daddy’s fault?”

“Yessssssssss,” She gasps.

“Look at you, ma, letting Daddy take this sexy little pussy like a good bitch. Let everybody know who this pussy belongs to.”

“This Daddy’s pussy-“

“Say it again, damn, fuck...fuck...say it again.”

“This pussy belongs to my big dick Daddy-“

“Oh! Shit! I’m fucking cumming!!” Erik cries out while his dick buried deeper. His load spurts out and fills her up. Y/N felt warm from his cum in her pussy. She weakly looked up at him, her thighs shaking from being spread open for long. Y/N watched his face as his lips opened and his eyes shut. His dick kept pumping cum with each stroke. After his final stroke, Erik pushed himself up and out of Y/N’s pussy, his cum still dripping from his thick tip and some from her pussy. They still had an audience, some who cheered them on like they gave a performance while others occupied themselves with their own sexual fun. Y/N closes her legs, sitting up fully on the couch, she watched her Daddy get dressed, his face and neck all sweaty.

“We getting the fuck up outta here. Grab yo’ shit and say goodbye. Don’t forget my Henny in the kitchen too. I’ll be waiting in the car for you.” Erik spoke with a covetous tone. He was still very much angry with Y/N.

“Yes, Sir,” Y/N didn’t make eye contact with him as she walked away with his cum still in her pussy.

“Don’t have me waiting too long either, girl,” Erik yelled out to her.

She wasn’t going to make things worse. Her pussy will have no feeling in it by tomorrow morning. She didn’t want to add to that punishment.

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[slimyscrivener]

Sugar Syrup Summoning Pt3

Our neophyte summoner attempts to explain the internet to a demon. Some looks are exchanged, an evening comes to a close.

Beginning ~~~~~ Previous ~~~~~ Next

As much as looking my demon in the face was daunting, having her stand behind me was in a whole different world of weird. Her body sounded slick, every simple shift or twitch of her body lingered at the edge of being audible. As I sat ensconced within my faux-leather office chair I could hear the sound of her breathing. A far away sound, like the sloshing of a distant bathtub. Once or twice she made as though to lean her arms on the chair back but stopped herself midway and instead placed her hooves awkwardly on her hips.

When the computer finished booting up from sleep mode she leaned in.

Her breath smelled of coffee, and her body gave off the aroma of sweet mushrooms. I felt myself getting hot around the cheeks again but for entirely more embarrassing reasons. She smelled like ooze, like slime on warm flesh, and if pressed I’m not sure I could accurately describe what that even meant in words without blushing madly. It made my brain feel foggy as though trying to peer through a car window on a humid day. My hesitation as I stared at the peak of her muzzle leaning past me became noticeable and she angled her head to look at me.

“It’s very colourful.” She said, the scent of coffee was a mundane detail I could cling to and I nodded in response.

“Yes, I like my, uh. My backdrop.” Which was a dull thing to say that the demon probably wouldn’t understand so I rounded to the task.

“Anyway, it’s sort of like a- a box of functions. I mean, it can do all kinds of things. The computer I mean.”

I opened up my word processor and starting to type at random.

“This would let me write up something and then I can have it printed over there.” I indicated my bulky old printer in the corner with a backward thrust of a thumb.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, a hooved hand gripping the plush side of my chair. A breath caught in my chest as she cheerfully continued.

“We have something like that in the offices, it’s a bit finicky for me though. I prefer something like this that stays put.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, neither the idea that demons had offices nor the concept of a computer that didn’t stay put. I felt my head swim at the idea that demons has computers IN their offices. She didn’t seem apt to explain, leaving me adrift in rapidly devolving thought,  so I tried to carry on.

“Right, uh…” A deep breath in, then released.  

“So, the net.”

Popping open my web browser, I preferred Narwhale-lite because Narwhale-premium takes up too much system resources and also because poverty, I navigated to my media feed.

“This…” I said, scrolling slowly, “is sort of an example. It’s a feed, uh, it’s a list of things my friends have said or news articles. People share them on the net and they get passed around. And my feed sort of aggregates all of that stuff for me so I can read it in one place. And the net is… like this huge collective storage space of information that keeps changing and evolving. I guess, and there’s people that manipulate it and use it for communication too.”

I turned to look at Lilwanyu, wondering if ‘aggregates’ was a confusing way to phrase it, or if that absolutely terrible explanation of the internet was just a mess, but she seemed rapt by the images on the screen. Eyes blinked, some wandered reading while others widened in some expression I could hardly ken.

She said, in a breathy murmur, “how fascinating..! And do you set it to your exact specifications for the information you want to collect? How much of your activity does it aggregate for other people using this same function? Does it only collect from events that are shared or does it do so by some other process?”

Lost for words, I had to think a moment. She’d grasped the concept faster than I had assumed she might, and even used the same terminology I had used back at me with surprising deftness. I needed to amend my explanation and get more technical before I accidentally started giving her the wrong idea.

When I clicked the mouse I found that I had gone a bit sweaty and wiped it down with the hem of my shirt before I continued.

“Y- yes. I mean, people have to put things on the net before they can be collected, and it only collects the stuff that I put up there too. I have my preferences set up for what it will share publicly and privately, and what it will show me from other people and sites.”

“Interesting…” She breathed, and I wondered if the demon hadn’t gotten… excited? I had the impression that she was gripping the seat more tightly, it had begun to list to the side ever so slightly. I realized it was leaning me in closer to her as she stooped in to look at the screen more closely. I had to actively scoot myself against the other arm rest to stop myself from physically touching her.

Though, for a moment, I wondered what it might feel like. Was she covered in soft, peach plush fur? Or perhaps it was slimy, as slick as its texture seemed to imply? I found myself staring at her arm where it curled out from under her shawl. Without thinking I followed the shape of it up to her hand, to the muzzle resting upon her palm. Most of her eyes were on the computer, but one was fixed firmly upon me. Its pupil was a thick band, like a goat’s eye, with a sclera of yellow like aging parchment. As I stared back at it, the pupil began to dilate.

It grew until it filled all available space within its socket. Ink black and shimmering like oil, as I watched it began to ooze at the corners, overflowing down the lines of her face. My mouth went dry, I felt breath pass over lips hanging open, but I couldn’t bear to look away. Oil slime tears bled into other eyes, and their pupils slowly turned to gaze at me. One by one, until my vision was filled with a field of eyes that shined like bubbles upon a darkened sea.

In my chest, my heart had started to quake, ribs were aching as though its beat sought escape from the cage of my bones. Something inside me was wanting, I’d never needed something so badly, but I couldn’t give the need a shape. It was formless, oozing around the edges. The eyes upon me did not judge, they were waiting.

Expectant.

I blinked.

“I had no idea humans had such tools.”

Her words jarred me so hard I slapped the mouse on the desktop with an awkward plastic clack.

If she noticed she didn’t mention it, continuing to chat as though the last thousand years of mutual staring had never occurred.

“This is quite sophisticated. Can you find information not aggregated by this function specifically?”

Nodding my way out of some distractingly slimy thoughts, I went through the motions of showing her a variety of my bookmarks without speaking.  Going through news and cooking sites then segwaying into forums and webcomics. When she started to ask direct questions I mustered the will to speak, though it came out in a hoarse squeak at first. I wanted to call it a feeling of numbness but that was incorrect. My skin was buzzing, like an electric chill. I felt more exhausted than anything else, though her quiet cadence and curiosity began to sooth the sensation. More questions as I went, some of which I was unable to answer, she was exceptionally keen and quite interested in the technology of it. Eventually I asked if she wanted to mess around with it for a while.

“Oh..! May I?” She said, sudden excitement making her yank the chair ever so slightly. I yipped, jumping in my seat, causing it to spin and face her directly. Her arm moved with the chair and she turned with it so that the two of us were face to face.

The intent look that she gave me made my head swim. I wasn’t certain if I was ready to have her full attention again, especially after that previous… whatever it was. Just, being so close to her made me feel so vulnerable, in a indescribable way. I never considered a demon being disarmingly sincere, but that was the best way I could describe it, when she looked at me I could tell she was looking directly into me. In a person I would be hard pressed to understand this kind of behavior, these looks she gave me. In a demon, I was distressingly without a clue. It had a simultaneous, ‘this demon wants to eat me’, and, ‘this demon wants to eat me’ sort of feeling.

“Y....” I stammered, awkwardly attempting to casually lean back in the seat, “Y-yes..? Sure I’ll uh, I’ll set up a guest user account for you since you’re going to be-”

A thought struck me, sudden enough to break through a new bout of brain fog, and I sat up again.

“Wait. How long are you going to be here?”

Some eyes started to glance about the room, the middlemost one stared up at the ceiling. While she thought on it I quickly put together another account for her and logged myself out, giving myself something to do that wasn’t staring my demon in the face.

“Well”, she said, “I presume it will have to do with how long it takes me to satisfy your request?”

“I guess I should make up the couch?” I frowned, standing up from the computer and gesturing at the seat. “Here, the password is just your name backwards.”

As she settled into the chair, curling her tail around her hips and bringing her legs up to perch on the seat, I continued to think out loud.

“I guess you can use the other room. I haven’t had a chance to fill it yet. There’s just a mattress though, she took the box spring.”

It had been a fraught sort of parting when my last roommate left.

“That will be fine.” Lilwanyu responded, her voice having a distant quality as she henpecked the keyboard. Luckily the mouse was well suited to a three fingered hand and she picked up on that quickly enough. Then again, she was also writing and speaking just fine in English, now that I thought of it.

I watched her for a few minutes, a thought slowly creeping up on me. Was this an incredibly terrible idea? Turning a demon loose on the internet with unrestricted access to what had apparently, to her, been unknown technology? Even if it was, I really had no means to stop her from doing so. Again the thought of binding her came to mind, particularly the part where I hadn’t done so.

A feeling like a snowball traveling downhill was picking up speed. Lights turning on in my head. I felt panic beginning to build.

“H-hey…” I tried to effect a casual tone and only succeeded in a nonchalant squeak.

“S-so, what are you uh, looking up th-there..?”

“Humans”, came the distracted response. I had the strangest feeling of being just a little hurt that she hadn’t spared a single eye to look at me as she said it.

“Oh, haha. Well...” No more words were forthcoming and I shut my mouth.

I watched her read wikipedia articles in silence for a few minutes before I realized that at this point I was a host, she was a guest and, there were certain expected behaviors.

“I’m going to go make up your bed, alright? You, I mean you sleep, right?”

A few eyes turned to look at me as she responded.

“Yes I do”, she said, “thank you.”

It was fast, this change from being terrified at her attention to being relieved. I hadn’t actually spoken with anyone, outside of cash register canned responses, in months...

Had it really been months?

Hesitating, each step out of the room followed by a glance back at the great horse monster using my computer, I went out into the living room. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling, standing there in the center of a carpet that crunched under foot, it almost felt like a normal night once she wasn’t in view anymore. But the apartment felt less empty, even just knowing she was there out of sight. It was a nice feeling. Screwing my heel up against the fabric, listening to the crisp sound, I glanced down.

The rug’s texture felt as though it had been badly burned, but it looked relatively the same as before. I rubbed the toe of my slipper on it and watched fibres flake off in tiny bits. Perhaps I shouldn’t have used it as a ritual ground, but the concentric circles seemed like a good idea at the time. Wouldn’t the unbroken circles have been a good binding for a demon? Or did the process of the summoning destroy them somehow in a way I couldn’t have foreseen?

There were also several stubs of candle melted into my carpet, the landlord will be furious if I can’t scrape that out, and an overturned offering dish. It looked as though it had toppled over when Lilwanyu appeared and its contents released onto the ground. I stooped to look and feel the carpet but, there was no trace of the liquid. Originally, I had been using honey and a variety of morbid ingredients but tonight I had the inspiration to just dump out a bottle of simple syrup, like what you’d use for cocktails. Just that, some blood of course, and the other thing.

‘The other thing’ I eventually found under the sofa, a perfect orb of selenite. At least I assumed it was perfect, that’s what the ebay seller had assured me. Presently when II picked it up I felt an electric jolt that made every muscle in my arm spasm. Dropping it with a yelp, it rolled sedately back under the couch. I clutched my smarting hand to my chest and stared at the sofa.

“Whatever. Just… just stay there I guess.” I mumbled.

Standing, I went through the motions of making the mattress into a bed. My only spare sheets were cast offs from a nearby hospice, run through a washing machine and several bleach baths. It was still cheaper than buying new bed linens. In the process of fitting sheets and locating comforters I felt exhaustion creep in to replace the adrenaline of the last few hours. When I walked back into my room the sight of the demon hardly stirred the sleep that had begun to fog my mind.

I let her know the bed was ready and muzzily explained how to put the computer into sleep mode when she was done. As I finished Lilwanyu turned in the chair to look at me.

“Thank you, I won’t be a bother while you’re sleeping will I?” Genuine concern, so many eyes watching me, so tired.

Shaking my head and waving a hand casually I responded.

“Naw, I sleep like a rock when I actually get to sleep. Having someone around makes it easier.”

“Oh.” She said, “then, goodnight to… ”

The demon did something strange:

she blushed.

The flesh of her cheeks and neck blossomed in purple hues as her expression flashed through frightened, to anxious, and then settled into exasperation.

“I’m so sorry, I never asked for your name.” She said, from her tone I thought at first she was angry at me, but I recognized it as disappointment in herself. Ah yes, I am very well accustomed to that feeling.

She hadn’t asked, I realized, and I had never bothered to give it to her. Wow. It has been a long time since I’ve talked to anyone I guess.

I laughed to assuage her feelings. Trying to sooth the emotions of a demon..! What a strange day.

I said, “it’s Alice.”

As an afterthought I added, “She. Earth.”

Lilwanyu nodded, then with a smile she said, “goodnight Alice. Tomorrow we shall begin fulfilling your wish.”

My heart abruptly throbbed in my chest at the sight of her teeth, at just the bare sliver that showed when the demon smiled. I couldn’t put together a response to her assertion so instead I simply said goodnight and rolled up into bed.

With covers over head I calmed my heart back down, luckily the weight of sleep was there to make the work easier. I amused myself by thinking how absurd it was to be napping as a demon was busily polluting my search history with things like “humans, how to talk to them” and “how do humans make friends.”

As I fell asleep, “Humans, top recipes”, came to mind as well but in the half conscious mind of an exhausted young woman it really didn’t bother me that much. Honestly, it would have been a lot easier to just ask her to eat me, that would have solved all of my problems pretty nicely regardless of her interpretation.

…

Oh.

Damn.